#ch: tim bradford

[itsoneofthemuses]

8, 9, 10, 14, 16

These asks truly are why this meme is about choosing violence. Okay, fine, here we go. (nonnie clarified it was for The Rookie).

I can't insert a read more like break on mobile. My bad. If you continue to read, know you may end up angry at me.

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

To be honest, there are a lot of these, in my opinion. The least likely to get me hate, I think, is that I don't think Lucy has a praise kink. It's fun to giggle about and stick in fic, but legitimately, I think like many people, she enjoys hearing people say nice things about her, especially when she respects and admires them and/or their positive feedback has been hard won.

9. Worst part of canon

Besides basically everything in S4 and a lot of S5? Probably Tim's love interests. I think the casting, chemistry, and writing has been so off that it's been painful to watch at times. Isabel was great (until S5) but I would've paid good money to see how the his relationship with Rachel would've played out if the actress was someone else like Bianca Lawson (who I think has chemistry with a paper towel).

10. Worst part of fanon

Again, I have a lot of thoughts on this and in the interest of being brief and not getting hate, I think I don't enjoy what I see as the woobification of Tim Bradford. I will leave it at that.

14. The one thing you see in fics all the time

I read almost 100% of fics (I may tap out early and there are a few authors I know are not my cup of tea, but I give almost everything a shot at first) so the list here is too numerous to name. I can appreciate the increasing amount of smut the fandom has been producing but lately, there has *a lot* of BDSM, anal, and daddy kink which totally allowed but has not been my personal favourite to read.

16. You can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanons, etc.)

Well, this actually goes to the above too. I see a lot of insecure/jealous/victimized Lucy and I get that when people write fic, they enjoy different things and are allowed to write what they want to write - no judgment. It's just been feeling like a lot lately and has not been something I enjoy as much. Sometimes, I struggle with the characterization that comes across in fics that use these tropes or concepts and sometimes, I feel like Lucy isn't so much a person as a vehicle to showcase *Tim's* reaction which feels a little close to fridging for me. Again, to be clear, no judgement, people are absolutely allowed to write what they want to write, but it's something I've been seeing a lot and enjoying less.

#the rookie #lucy chen #ch*nford #tim bradford #thanks for the ask! #anon ask #alright let's do this #choosing violence i guess

[my-shields-are-down]

A potential writer’s strike is looming in Hollywood - the contract between the Writer’s Guild and the Motion Picture’s Association of Producers (I think) - their contract which among other things spells out royalties paid to writers - is up for renegotiation in April to be signed in MAY 2023. Streaming series, TV movies vs movie theater movies, etc have all dramatically DECREASED the amount of money writers make in Hollywood while those same shows/movies have significantly increased the money made by producers. (I’ve simplified and generalized the issues - there are some great articles out on Google about this issue if you want more info).

A strike by the Writers Guild is highly likely - and would shut down ALL of Hollywood. There’d be no new shows, no new parts, no new seasons, etc.

So if you are Alexi and Nathan - what do you do?

Do you ask your writers to start writing Season 6 now so you can at least start filming the next season - or part of it anyway? Your cast can’t leave for other roles - as none are being written .

Or do you hold off writing anything because nobody is writing/filming anything now, and if you choose to go forward with your show, it’ll be a shorter season most likely..

Thoughts?

#chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim x lucy #producers vs writers in a streaming world #I’m on the side of writers #what would you do #what do you think nathan and Alexi will do #ch-ch-ch-changes #could be why so many stories are being crammed into episodes now

[happy4sworld]

Bad Intentions

John Nolan x Original Character x Tim Bradford

Ch 1, Ch 2

— we’re severely lacking on the Tim Bradford and John Nolan fics so I made my own! —

Chapter One:

Genevieve Hart smiled to herself softly as she smoothed down her sundress, hoping that she would make the impression she was wanting too. She could feel her nerves heighten with every minute that passed. The door to their shared room swung open, revealing Henry with a tight-lipped smile, his gaze flickering to his watch.

"You almost ready babe?"

She took one last glance into the mirror, straightening her mother's necklace that gracefully adorned her chest and nodded. "I really hope he likes me."

Henry chuckled, his hand finding the small of her back before planting a kiss on the crook of her neck, her sweet spot, prompting a deep sigh at the initial contact. "My dad is going to be obsessed with you. Everyone you meet is."

A blush settles upon her freckled cheeks as she fought off a smile. "Well, if he's anything like you I'm sure I'll love him too."

He planted a lingering kiss on her cheek before giving me a tap on her back, his head nodding towards the door. "Let's head out."

———

Genevieve's hands nervously tapped against her bare thigh as the car pulled into the driveway. The house, a shining example of L.A. glamour, stood before them. Henry swiftly parked the car and leaped out. She paused, tucking her hair behind her ears in a deliberate attempt to compose herself.

Meeting a boyfriend's family was not new to her, yet this time there was an undeniable difference. She and Henry had been inseparable since meeting a capstone class three months prior, their bond persisting even after he dropped out. She quickened her pace to match Henry's as he strode toward the looming front door.

His fist curled as he rapped on the intricately carved wood, likely a testament to his father's past in construction before he donned the badge of a police officer a year ago.

Her reverie was broken as the door swung open, revealing a man whose presence seemed to command the space around him--John Nolan, Henry's father. She breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the man before her, his rugged handsomeness striking her unexpectedly.

"Dad," Henry exhaled with a laugh as he pulled him in for a hug.

"Henry, it's so good to see you," John said as the finally released from their embrace, his body turned to Genevieve as if he just realized she was standing there. She watched as his eyes traveled down her body quickly before meeting hers. "And you must be Genevieve. It's so nice to meet you."

His arms outstretched for her to enter, and Genevieve immediately responded by stepping towards him and entering the embrace. "It's so nice to meet you too, Mr. Nolan." Her arms returned the hug, a comforting gesture that was met with an equal warmth.

"Please, call me John." He insists, releasing her from the hug. A fleeting sense of loss washed over her at the end of their contact. She offered a shy smile and a nod. "Please come in, both of you."

John held the door wide, stepping back to allow them entry. She let her gaze wander, admiring the beauty of the house. "The place looks great, Dad."

"Ah, thank you. A lot of work and a lot of money, but it was worth it in the end." John replied with a chuckle, clasping his hands together. He led them toward the kitchen, his every move captivating Genevieve's attention.

She was jolted from her thoughts as Henry's hand found her waist, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

——

The dinner seemed to stretch endlessly, and Genevieve's heart fluttered each time John addressed her. The unfamiliar emotions puzzler her; she had never experienced anything quite like it. Thankfully, the savory scent of John's roasted chicken and garlic potatoes filled the room, offering her a welcome distraction.

John leaned back on the couch, his arm brushing her bare shoulder, sending an unexpected thrill through her. "Henry tells me you're doing well in your classes," he remarked casually.

Genevieve nodded, feigning nonchalance while crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap. "I'm managing. With finals coming up, it's a bit hectic, but I'll survive."

His laughter, deep and resonant, caused a pleasant stir in her stomach. "Don't stress too much. You're going to do great, I'm sure of it."

Henry, seemingly unaware of the undercurrents in the room, chimed in from his spot on another couch. "That's what I've been telling her," he said, his attention partly on his beer.

Genevieve brushed a strand of her hair from her face, fiddling with her necklace-- a nervous habit. "I'm trying to give myself grace, but the pressure is on. If I don't pass, the chances of me getting a good job are slim."

John offered a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder before rising. "Speaking from experience, you'll be fine either way. More wine?"

She was about to accept when she caught Henry's disapproving look. "Actually no, I'm good. Thank you," she corrected herself.

John seemed to pick up on the tension, his expression shifting subtly before he took the glass and headed to the kitchen.

Lately, Genevieve's drinking had become a point of contention between her and Henry. She believed she drank no more than any typical college student, certainly less than Henry, yet he seemed troubled by it.

As John cleared the dishes, she couldn't help but be drawn to the sigh of his rolled-up sleeves, the veins on his arms accentuating his strength. The attraction she felt towards him was undeniable, stirring a sense of guilt within her. She loved Henry, so why was she so captivated by his father?

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, she refocused just in time to hear Henry's voice. "What time is your class tomorrow, babe?"

"Eight," she replied, her mind elsewhere. Despite having shared her schedule repeatedly, he never seemed to remember.

"I've got a meeting at 8:30, so I can't drive you," he said, distracted by his phone.

"That's fine, I'll take the bus," she responded, biting her lip.

John, driving his hands with a towel, offered, "I could give you a ride. It's no trouble."

She hesitated, the thought of being alone with him both frightening and exhilarating. "No, I couldn't ask you to do that. I thrive on public transportation."

John, ever the protective officer, insisted. "It's safer, and it's on my way."

After a moment's pause, she accepted gratefully. "Thank you, I appreciate it."

As John smiled at her, her heart skipped a beat. She watched Henry rise and head to the kitchen, checking his watch yet again-- a frequent gesture throughout the evening.

Genevieve trailed behind, her arms hugging her torso as she stepped onto the cold marble. "Well, Dad, we should be heading out. Need to make sure this one gets her beauty sleep before class."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, a laugh escaping her as they embraced. John sent an amused glance her way. "Beauty sleep? As if she needs it," he quipped.

Heat crept into her cheeks at his comment, friendly though it was. It stirred a tumult of emotions within her, which she fought to conceal. With a nervous chuckle, she accepted John's embrace as he released his son. Her hands found their way around his waist, feeling unexpectedly right.

As she inhaled the scent of his cologne, a sigh almost slipped out. She managed a soft grin as she stepped back. "Thank you for having us, Mr. Nolan."

"John, " He corrected with a warm smile. "You're both welcome anytime. I mean it. Come by more often."

Henry responded with a playful wink, his arm encircling her waist as he guided her towards the door. "We'll do that."

With a final wave, they exited the house. She wrapped her arms around herself once more, casting a lingering glance at the impressive structure before getting into the car.

#john nolan #john nolan x reader #tim bradford smut #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford #the rookie #the rookie fanfic

[chenfordspiral]

Little bit of Love - ch. 28 sneak peek

She’s just emerging from the changing room when she realizes that Tim isn’t where he was just a minute ago. Before she can even move another step, though, he’s suddenly in front of her with an almost desperate expression on his face.

“Why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

“Because… look,” he whispers when he presents her with two little onesies — one blue one with little paws on it, and a cream-colored one with a bear and writing on it that says hello, i’m new here — he’d been hiding behind his back. “Look how tiny!”

Lucy purses her lips in amusement, because, well. “Weren’t you the one who said we weren’t going to buy anything for the baby yet?”

He stares at her with a blank expression for a full fifteen seconds before he answers. “Well, people can change their minds, Lucy. We’re buying these.”

“Okay okay, whatever you say. But don’t get mad at me when I start my shopping spree once we find out what we’re having,” she laughs.

“Wait, we- we’re gonna find out what we’re having?”

Lucy blinks at him, dumbfounded but also still amused. “I’m sorry, are you really telling me that mister Tim “control freak” Bradford doesn’t want to know the sex of his baby until they’re born?”

“I… hadn’t really thought about it yet. Besides, it’s probably going to be a boy.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” Lucy asks curiously because for some reason, she’d always imagined Tim as a girl dad.

“Well, Genny has two boys, and, I don’t know. Just feels like it’ll be a family with a bunch of boys.”

“Mh-hm. And what do you want our baby to be?”

That is a tougher question to answer. Even though it actually isn’t. Because thinking about having a daughter doesn’t fill him with the same anxiety as having a son does. It’s not like he doesn’t want a son, he just… his father never laid a hand on Genny, it was always directed at him. And he doesn’t ever want to become like his father, no matter how much just the thought of hurting his own child makes him feel sick to his stomach. He doesn’t think he ever could do what his old man did, but what if, for some reason, one day he does?

“Tim?” he hears Lucy quietly call his name, and it snaps him out of whatever daydream, or nightmare, he’d just been lost in.

#sneak peek cause I’m excited about this chapter but not done yet #chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #chenford fanfic #little bit of love #sneak peek

[littleedragen]

The Happiness of Felicity [The Rookie Fanfic]

- What if Lucy Chen was a mother? She has Daughter named Felicity

(CH 3/?)

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Rookie (TV 2018) Rating: Family Fluff Relationships: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen Characters: Tim Bradford, Lucy Chen (newcomer), OC, Angela Lopez, Jackson West, John Nolan (newcomer), Talia Bishop, Nyla Harper, Percy West, Wade Gray Additional Tags: Canon-specific violence, Alternate universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Family Fluff.

#the rookie #lucy chen #lucy x tim #tim bradford #the rookie fanfic #chenford #chenford fanfic #fanfic #read on ao3 #jackson west #the rookie edit #chenford edit

[deeg9]

CH.2: There's something that tells me (that life has changed)

Thank you everyone for the feedback on Chapter One! Chapter Two is up - I may add an epilogue set in the future in the next few days. Comments and engagement on AO3 is always appreciated - Enjoy!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: The Rookie (TV 2018) Relationship: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen, Nyla Harper/James Murray, Wesley Evers/Angela LopezCharacter:Tim Bradford, Lucy Chen (The Rookie), Nyla Harper, James Murray (The Rookie), Wesley Evers, Angela Lopez, Wade Grey, Celina JuarezAdditional Tags:Chenford Canon, anon request, Post 5x10 by 3 Months, Pregnancy Scare, see notes for TW, Drama & Comedy & Heartfelt Goodness, Secret Relationship, Medical Inaccuracies Language: English Published: 2023-01-07 Updated: 2023-01-08 Chapters: 2 Words: 6025

[If you missed Ch 1, it's posted on Tumblr and AO3]

LUCY

“I’ll go pick up another pack of tests,” Lucy offered as they stared down at the one test in question, but nobody tore their gaze away from the faint pink line on the test. 

“No, I’ll call my doctor,” Angela said, breaking the spell. “I know she’ll fit us in for a blood test. If we get this over by the lunch hour, then we might even have results by tonight.” 

Lucy continued to stare at the test while she absentmindedly followed Angela’s phone call. 

When she woke up that morning, it had been just another day. She and Tim took Kojo for an early run in which halfway through, Kojo plunged belly first into a muddy puddle and rolled around.  While Tim hosed him off in the backyard, Lucy made breakfast: Salmon for Kojo and an omelet for the two of them. 

She loved the pace they’d been taking their relationship. They had found their rhythm. Nothing felt forced and they organically began to spend more and more time together. 

Part of that meant spending time with Tim’s sister and her kids. Both Tim and Lucy had gotten involved in the boy’s baseball team earlier in the year and it had been more fun than she could have imagined. These days, Genny and Lucy didn’t need an excuse to hang out.

Tim pretended to be annoyed by the two of them colluding, especially when Genny told embarrassing stories from Tim’s past in painstakingly clear detail, but she knew he secretly loved the friendship they were developing. 

And on the flip side … Tim now (unwillingly) knew everything about Sabrina Carpenter after spending many nights and mornings at their apartment listening to Tamara prattle on about her favorite female artist. Tim would tease Tamara and ask if there was a friend she could call to discuss the latest Sabrina celebrity news with instead, to which she’d reply that she preferred the challenge of converting Tim to her way of thinking much more. Tamara even set a New Year’s Resolution of dragging Lucy and Tim to a Sabrina Carpenter concert, not having the slightest clue that they’d already purchased a set of VIP passes to an upcoming show for Tamara’s birthday. 

It all felt natural. It felt right. 

Would this fracture that feeling? 

“Thank you so much, Dr. Stone,” Angela gushed into the phone. “Yes, we will head over right now. See you soon.”

“Do you want to ride with us?” Nyla asked. 

“Yeah,” Lucy swallowed. “Let me just tell Tim I’m taking an early lunch and then I’ll meet you in the parking lot.” 

“Okay,” Angela nodded. “Be quick.”

Lucy should have anticipated that Tim would be waiting in the hall outside of the locker room. It wasn’t lost on him that Nyla and Angela rushed out from behind her and she was sure he noticed their flustered expressions. 

He waited until the other two women were out of earshot before bringing it up. 

“So?” Tim asked, drawing out the end of the word into a question. 

“The result was … inconclusive,” Lucy said. “I’m going to take an early lunch and pop over to the doctor’s office for a blood test. Can you manage for an hour without me?” 

“Of course,” Tim said. He looked around the room. “How is it inconclusive? Isn’t it just like an aim and pee thing with a yes or no answer?”

“Yes, usually,” Lucy whispered, “but something went wrong.”

“What went wrong?” Tim asked, confusion sewn into his expression. 

“I can’t go into the details right now,” Lucy said, blushing. It wasn’t like she could tell him what happened without revealing that Angela and Nyla were in the same boat and she wanted to respect their privacy. “Just trust me on this. If I don’t get the results by tonight, we can try taking another test at home after shift.”

“Okay,” Tim conceded. “Let me just get Grey to cover for me and I can come with you.”

“No, he’ll be too suspicious,” Lucy pointed out and Tim’s face dropped. “But I think after today we should make a plan to tell Grey and to tell our friends. It’s time.” 

“Alright, if you’re sure?” Tim prodded, his eyes full of concern. He could always tell when she was putting on a front.

“Yeah,” Lucy said with a soft smile. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

She stopped herself from reaching out to him. She really wanted to hug him, but she couldn’t. Not here, not when they were at work and near so many prying eyes. Not when she knew she’d break as soon as his arms slipped around her. 

She knew the honeymoon phase of their relationship wouldn’t last forever but to have it potentially shift so abruptly because of this new, incredibly big thing was too much for her to absorb. 

She loved Tim and his reaction in the shop earlier had made her love him even more. She wanted to start a family with him eventually but she’d give almost anything to be able to do it their way and on their timeline.

Angela spotted her as she walked through the parking lot and waved her over to the unmarked vehicle. Lucy took a steadying breath and tried to push away the sinking feeling in her gut. 

Angela 

As they were wrapping up at the doctor’s office, Angela got a call about a homicide scene that they were needed on. After they arrived, Lucy immediately jumped into the action to help Officer Jan set the perimeter and begin canvassing for witnesses while Nyla began to interview the person who’d called in the DB to 9-1-1. 

Tim gave Angela the official readout of the scene and she diligently took notes, but she couldn’t help checking her watch every few minutes. The doctor promised to put a rush on the bloodwork and said she’d call each of them with the results as soon as possible. 

Angela wanted to know those results so badly. She needed to know.

“Are you okay?” Tim asked after repeating the answer to a question she already asked. “You seem off.”

She sighed despondently.

“You can’t say anything to Wes until I know for sure,” she warned and he nodded apprehensively. “I might be pregnant again.”

Tim blinked. 

”For fuck’s sake, is there something in the water? ” He muttered it quietly under his breath and if she didn’t have freakishly good hearing, she would have missed it entirely. 

“What?” Angela whispered irritably. “Oh my god, did Lucy tell you?”

“What? No,” Tim stammered. “Unless … What did she tell you?”

“Timothy,” Angela warned, “what did Lucy say?”

“She told me she’s late,” Tim whispered defensively. “That’s it. I had no idea you were going through the same thing.”

“Oh.” Angela shook her head, surprised that Lucy would share something so sensitive with Tim. “Forget about that. We’ll circle back to me in a second.

She knew they were close, but Lucy had to know on some level that Tim had feelings for her. 

“I’m just so sorry, Tim,” Angela said with a sigh and gave his arm a light squeeze. “I didn’t even know Lucy was seeing someone.” 

Tim’s jaw hung open temporarily as she watched him find his words again. Poor guy. He must be reeling.

“I’m fine,” Tim said slowly. “Really, I am. You don’t need to worry about me. Are you ok with this? You were just telling me you were pretty sure Jackson was going to be an only child.”

“No, I’m not ok,” Angela admitted. “And I feel like a terrible person saying that out loud.”

Tim slung his arm over her shoulder. 

“How can I help?” 

“Just moral support,” Angela said. “And let me vent and complain if this test is positive about how hard my life is, even when it might seem unreasonable.”

“Of course,” Tim said. He gave her shoulder a quick squeeze and then let her go. “What are friends for?” 

“And Tim?” Angela turned so she was facing him. “I am sorry about Lucy. I really thought you two were heading in the same direction.”

She watched Tim’s expression change. She expected him to look sad, maybe a little lost, but instead she found a mixture of guilt and … something else on his face.

What was going on?

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “I really should talk to Lucy before I tell you anything.” 

“Tell me what?” Angela’s pulse kicked up a beat. 

Tim glanced at Lucy in the distance and she saw it in his eyes. This wasn’t a man yearning, this man was adoring someone he already had. 

Oh my god, how had she missed the signs? 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Tim rushed to say as Angela’s eyes widened. “Lucy and I really just wanted to keep something for ourselves for a while and then I blinked and three months had gone by. Honestly, there were a number of times I was sure you’d already figured it out–”

“Oh my god,” Angela grabbed his arm and pulled him down to her level. He almost tripped over his own foot. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“If Lucy’s pregnant,” Tim whispered with a smile on his face, “that’s my kid.” 

Angela felt the shout of glee build in her chest before she could contain it. 

“Shhhh,” Tim looked around nervously. She could see several officers looking over at them from the corner of her eye. “You have to keep it a secret. We’re still figuring out the work side of things.” 

“I am going to hug the shit out of both of you later,” Angela said with the biggest smile on her face. Then she punched Tim in the arm. Hard. 

“Ow,” Tim said, rubbing the spot. 

“I have been feeling sorry for you ALL day. You could have told me,” Angela scolded. 

“I know,” Tim assured her. “And I trust you. We just wanted to make sure this thing was real first.”

“Is it?” She asked, even though she already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” Tim said with a deliriously happy smile. “As real as it gets.” 

Angela was gearing up to tell Tim how happy she was for him when Nyla walked up and narrowed her eyes at the two of them. 

“There is literally a dead body twenty feet from you,” she scolded. “Could you stop smiling so much? The other cops are starting to think you’re both sociopaths.” 

“Tim was just cheering me up,” Angela explained. “What do we have?” 

Angela worked to switch her brain back into work mode, but only managed to quell her excitement down to a half smile on her face as she walked the crime scene with Nyla. 

Her best friend was finally happy and she knew it was the forever-kind-of-happy. She had a second-hand happy high that she just couldn’t shake. 

NYLA

Nyla reached for her phone after the ding indicated she had a text message. They were getting close to wrapping up their day and had a few more solid leads to run down but it was nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. 

From: Lucy | To: Angela & Nyla  

Just got the call. Mine was negative! Phew! Good luck <;3 

Angela sighed audibly from across the desk. She saw her shoot off a reply and then did the same. Nyla’s pulse kicked up as she realized her chances were now fifty-fifty. 

When Angela’s phone rang next, their eyes met and Angela nodded before stepping away to answer. Around the same time, Tim and Lucy went into Grey’s office. It wasn’t something she would typically notice, but their body language was … strange. 

Grey hung his head in his hands for a moment before looking up at both of them with a huge smile on his face. He rounded his desk and hugged them both. Lucy hugged him back enthusiastically but Bradford looked stiff and awkward. 

Nyla smirked. 

It looked like ‘Chenford’ (as Smitty called them) was finally coming clean. 

“Nolan,” Grey opened his office door and called out. “Could you join us?” 

Nyla leaned back in her chair to enjoy the show. Moments later, Nolan’s jaw dropped in complete disbelief and Nyla chuckled in her seat. She wasn’t surprised that Nolan hadn’t suspected a thing. She’d noticed Lucy and Nolan slowly drift apart after Jackson’s death. Whether that was due to their respective lives getting busier, or a subconscious decision to distance themselves from painful memories, she wasn’t sure. 

Regardless, Nolan seemed genuinely happy for them. 

“Nyla,” Angela said from behind her. She spun around in her chair.

“What’s the word?” Nyla asked, trying to hide the hope in her voice. 

“My test was negative,” Angela said slowly. “Which means–”

Nyla’s heart pounded in her ears as her phone rang. She answered it right away. 

“I’m calling for Nyla Harper.” Nyla recognized Dr. Stone’s voice from earlier. 

“Hi, Dr. Stone,” Nyla said. “Thank you for rushing the test results. Lay it on me.”

“They were negative for pregnancy,” Dr. Stone cut to the chase. “But I did see something interesting in your bloodwork that makes me think you could have gotten the false positive on the take home test.”

“I didn’t know that was possible,” Nyla responded, letting the news wash over her. So she wouldn’t be a mom again. At least, not yet.

“It’s very rare, but sometimes a UTI can trigger a false positive. You do have minimal hCG levels present for detection but if you were pregnant, those levels would continue to climb throughout your first trimester and then level off,” Dr. Stone explained. “For at home test to be positive, the levels would have had to be much higher earlier today since those tests are far less sensitive than blood tests.”

“Okay,” Nyla said. “What does that mean for me?”

“I see an elevated white blood cell count in your CBC panel, which indicates an infection is probably present,” Dr. Stone said. “If you can come back in tomorrow or later this week, I can run a urinalysis to confirm it. Then we can send you home with antibiotics to treat it.” 

“Other than that, I’m fine?” Nyla asked. 

“Yes, as far as I can tell, you’re very healthy,” Dr. Stone confirmed. 

Nyla stayed on the phone long enough to schedule an appointment and then hung up. She jerked in her seat when she realized Angela was standing right behind her. 

“Jesus, wear a bell,” Nyla chided. 

“So you’re–”

“Not pregnant,” Nyla finished the sentence. “Doc says I might have triggered a false positive. I probably have a UTI and I’m going back tomorrow to confirm.”

“So none of us are pregnant?” Angela asked.

“Not a one,” Nyla confirmed.

“Then maybe we should all go grab celebratory drinks?” Angela suggested. 

“Rain check,” Nyla smiled politely, wishing she could match Angela’s level of relief. “I am wiped.” 

“Okay,” Angela said and gathered her things. “Have a good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See ya.” 

Nyla sighed and let the disappointment sit with her for a minute. It’s not the right time , she told herself, and she could be okay with that. 

There was a silver lining to all of this. Now she knew how she really felt about adding to her family. She made her way home to James to see if he felt the same way. 

LUCY 

Lucy walked across the parking lot with Tim by her side, grinning from ear to ear about finally having their relationship out and in the open. 

“How are you feeling?” Tim nudged her softly with his elbow.  

“About telling Grey?” Lucy asked.

“That too,” Tim nodded, “but more so about the negative pregnancy test.”

“Honestly?” Lucy bit her lip nervously. “I’m relieved. You?” 

“Me too,” Tim said with a sigh. 

“Really?” Lucy prodded. “I know you’re ready to start a family but–” 

“Eventually,” Tim corrected her. “But right now? I’m so happy with exactly where we are.”

“Me too.” Lucy smiled up at him and grabbed his hand. 

“Wow,” Tim brought her hand to his lips and pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles. “I can’t believe we can actually do this now.”

“It’s almost like we’re a normal couple,” Lucy agreed with a laugh and swung his arm playfully as they walked. 

Once they at his truck, Tim twisted her in his arms. 

“What are you doing?” Her voice was husky as his face neared her own. 

“What normal couples do.” He slid his hand behind her neck and brushed his fingers into her hair before closing the distance between their lips. His kiss felt like a vow, holding the promise of all the amazing milestones yet to come. 

“I could get used to this,” Lucy mumbled against his lips.

“You better because I’m planning to keep doing it.” 

“Fine by me,” Lucy said with a smirk. “Because I’m planning on keeping you forever.”

“Forever, huh?” Tim smiled teasingly and leaned back a hair. “I’m going to need to check my schedule first.”

“Oh, do I need to call your gofer so he can pencil me into your calendar?” Lucy said with a snort. 

“That would be great,” Tim tossed back but she could see the corner of his lip creeping up. 

“Don’t make me hurt you,” she warned lightheartedly, swatting his chest. 

He captured her wrist swiftly and pulled her in close until her arm was wrapped around his neck. She rested her other palm on his chest, inhaling sharply in anticipation. 

“You know what I think?” He teased, the grumble of his voice vibrating against her wrist. 

“Hmm?” Lucy hummed, her gaze dropping from his eyes to his lips. 

“Forever is a really good place to start.” 

When his lips crashed down on hers this time, she felt giddy butterflies take flight in her belly. Their future played like a movie on the back of her eyelids but she blinked them away. The future could wait. She was focused on the here and now with the most important person in her life.

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[murphallo]

Sweet Invention

Ch 6: Day One

Lucy moved wrong in her sleep, which woke her up, and a smile broke out before she even opened her eyes. She was blissful, satiated, and more than anything, sore. Tim Bradford did not half-ass things.

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[solo-ojo-jojo]

Ch 4: Chenford Fanfic: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘈𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 (Flower Shop AU)

The Rookie Fanfiction | Chenford | Ch 4 of 6 | 16.3 K | Rated G | Flower Shop AU | Fluff | Flirting | Flowers

Chapter 4 is now up!

Lucy and Jackson meet Tim's rookie, Katie!

And what do Katie and Jackson have to say about this chapter?

"It's... very cute."

"No. It's adorable."

Start reading an excerpt below the picture break, or jump over to AO3 to read the entire chapter now. Enjoy!

Lucy and Jackson stood outside the flower shop, drinking their morning coffee and watching the police process the scene of the break-in at the jewelry store across the street from them.

Jackson nudged her with his elbow. “Maybe Tim will show up.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “There are already officers at the scene. And the detectives are the ones who would be called in after that, right? So I doubt I’ll be seeing Tim today.”

“Hey, don’t look so glum. I’m sure he’ll come in again soon. He never goes more than a couple of weeks without coming in to see you.”

Lucy glanced up at Jackson as he wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully. She laughed and clicked her tongue at him, nudging him back and causing him to have to quickly steady his coffee before he dropped it.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, chuckling to himself. 

🌻

“Hi, officer. Is there something I can help you with today?”

“Good morning. I’m Officer Barnes, and—”

“Katie Barnes?” Lucy’s expression brightened.

“Um, yeah, actually,” Katie said with reservation. “I’m sorry. Do we know each other?”

“We don’t, but I know your Training Officer. It’s Tim Bradford, right?”

“It is.” Katie looked at Lucy’s name tag and then glanced around the shop. “Oh—and you must be the famous Lucy.”

Lucy felt her cheeks start to redden. “Famous?”

“Well, yeah, it’s just that Tim… buys a surprising amount of flowers. And I… hear about you.”

“Oh?”

“All good, I promise,” Katie was quick to reassure her. 

“Is Tim here, too?” Lucy asked, hoping that she didn’t seem too eager.

“He is. He’ll be in soon. He was wrapping up with one of your neighbors, but told me to go ahead.”

“You know, since he’s not here yet…” Lucy lowered her voice, almost conspiratorially, “… Tim speaks very highly of you, too. Albeit, I haven’t known him long enough to have heard talk about any other rookies, so I can’t make a direct comparison. But I think I know him well enough at this point to be able to tell that he means it when he has something complimentary to say.”

“Yeah, he… he’s made a big difference in my life.” Katie’s eyes drifted away for a moment. “And that’s not just lip service, you know? I had a rough start, and I don’t think I’d have made it this far without someone who knows what it’s like to transition from Army to civilian life.” 

Lucy’s expression softened in understanding. 

“I definitely lucked out getting assigned to someone who cared about me enough to not let me fall through the cracks when I felt like giving up,” Katie continued, meeting Lucy’s eyes again. “Not that you’re asking for my opinion or anything, but Tim’s a really good guy.” 

“He really is, isn’t he?”

“Fair, but tough,” Katie said, glancing quickly behind her shoulder. “So I should probably at least make it seem like I’m getting some canvassing done.”

“Of course,” Lucy chuckled. “By all means.”

“The break-in at the jewelry store happened between 2 and 3 AM, but their security system and cameras were disabled. We’re hoping that some of the other nearby stores have footage covering the street. We’re also asking employees and anyone else who might have been nearby if they’ve noticed anything out of the ordinary, anyone suspicious, anyone loitering who might have been scoping out the jewelry store.”

“I haven’t noticed anyone, but we can ask my other employees. Jackson’s here and I’ll text the others to ask them.”

“That would be much appreciated.”

“Jackson?” Lucy called out. She made introductions between Jackson and Katie, updating Jackson on the reason for the officer’s visit, just when Tim was walking through the door.

🌻

Tim tamped down the sudden jolt of anticipation that he always got when he walked into Sunshine Floral Design. Every other time he had walked through those doors had been as a customer, and his default was to see only Lucy, with everything else falling into a gentle haze behind her. But now? Now he had to have cop eyes. He couldn’t let himself be distracted by how much he desperately wanted to ask her out or hold her hand for a reason other than a handshake.

Lucy never thought of herself as particularly attracted to men in uniform. What did Jackson call it? A “badge bunny”? But when Tim walked into her flower shop wearing his full LAPD uniform—not the uniform with the polo shirt she had seen him in that one time—she suddenly felt very hot and bothered. 

💐🌸🌹🌻🌺🌼🌷

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[wwasted]

LUCY CHEN & TIM BRADFORD IN THE ROOKIE

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[happy4sworld]

Bad Intentions

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4

John Nolan x Original Character x Tim Bradford

Chapter Three:

Numbness enveloped her as she reclined in the leather seat of John's truck, the silence between them heavy since their departure from campus. Her hands trembled uncontrollably beneath her thighs, gripping the denim fabric for some semblance of stability. John's occasional glances, laden with concern and a tinge of guilt, didn't go unnoticed. He respected her need for space, yet the air was thick with unspoken words.

Upon reaching the station, John parked the car, and reality snapped back into focus for her. The car door swung open, and she felt herself being guided out and towards the imposing structure of the police station. The building loomed over her, its gray facade and darkened windows casting a menacing shadow.

As they entered the station, she could feel the weight of curious and pitying stares. The whispers of the officers and the scent of coffee and cigarettes filled the air, intensifying her desire to disappear.

A voice cut through the murmurs, and she turned to see a man with striking blue eyes, his rugged charm sending a wave of nervous intrigue through her. His smile, though not reaching his eyes, was disarming. "Hey, Nolan, who's this?" he inquired.

The unnamed man's gaze lingered on Genevieve a moment too long, his eyes tracing the contours of her form before meeting hers. There was an unspoken challenge in his stare, a silent question that hung in the air between them.

John introduced her, "This is Genevieve, Henry's girlfriend. She witnessed the shooting at UCLA. She's here to give her statement."

The man's demeanor shifted subtly, the playfulness in his expression giving away to something more serious. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said, his voice low and resonant. "Are you alright?"

She managed a nod, feeling the intensity of his concern. It was disarming, and she found herself momentarily lost for words, caught in the gravity of his attention.

John's hands rested on her shoulders, his eyes searching hers with palpable worry. "I need to speak with Sergeant Grey. Will you be alright here for a moment?" His concern was evident, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress.

"I can keep an eye on her," The man offered, his voice carrying a note of protectiveness that surprised her. It was a simple statement, but it resonated with an undercurrent of something more, a subtle assertion of his willingness to be there for her.

John looked to her for confirmation, and she nodded, her eyes briefly meeting the man's once more. There was a silent acknowledgement, an understanding that passed between them in that glance.

As John walked away, the space he left was filled by the man's presence. She was acutely aware of him, of the strength in his frame and the intensity in his eyes. He cleared his throat, a soft sound that seemed to echo in the quiet of the station.

"I'm Tim, by the way. Tim Bradford," he introduced himself, extending a hand towards her. As she accepted the handshake, a surprising current seemed to pass between them, an unexpected charge from the simple contact. His hold was firm, conveying a warmth that lingered in her palm even after they let go.

"Genevieve-, which John already said that, sorry. It's, uh, nice to meet you." Genevieve stammered, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite place.

"Likewise," Tim replied, his voice smooth, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that seemed to see right through her. "So, you're Henry's girl?" he asked, an eyebrow arching ever so slightly.

"Yup, that's me," she responded, her voice barely above a whisper, puzzled by the emphasis he put on 'Henry's girl.'

"Interesting," Tim murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, a hint of something unreadable in his tone.

"What?" Genevieve pressed; her curiosity piqued by his cryptic response. "Wh-What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing," Tim said with a casual shrug, but the smirk that tugged on the corner of his mouth suggested otherwise. He turned away, leaving her words hanging in the air.

Genevieve followed after him, her steps hesitant. "Wait-- hey! You can't just say that and walk away."

"Can't I?" Tim's voice was teasing, his back to her as he continued to walk away, the smirk still playing on his lips.

Before she could respond, John's voice called out to her, pulling her attention away. She turned to find him gesturing from the bottom of the stairs. Tim had disappeared into the crowd.

With a sigh, she joined John, climbing the stairs to a small office. Inside, John's demeanor was all business. "Genevieve. I need you to recount everything from today, every small detail matters," he instructed, his voice steady and calm.

She took a deep breath, the events of the day spilled out. John listened intently, his face a mask of professionalism, giving nothing away. It was almost a relief, his detachment providing a barrier against the raw emotions she felt.

When her account was complete, John's expression softened. "Thank you, Genevieve. You've been very helpful," he said, his voice gentle.

He stood, offering his hand, and as she took it, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down her face, and John's arms came around her in a comforting embrace. She clung to him, seeking solace in the midst of chaos.

After a moment, he stepped back, his hand on her shoulder. "Let's find Henry," he said, leading her from the room.

As they descended the stairs, Genevieve's eyes met Tim's once more. His smirk was a silent challenge, and she met it with a glare. But her focus shifted quickly as she spotted Henry, her heart aching with a mix of relief and dread.

Relief washed over Henry's features as his gaze found Genevieve at the bottom of the stairs. A tentative smile graced her lips, and without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. Their lips met in a kiss that was both desperate and tender, her hands finding solace around his arms. The taste of mint and coffee lingered between them, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart against her own.

Overwhelmed, Genevieve pulled back, her gaze falling to the floor as she tried to process the rush of emotions.

"God, I'm so happy you're okay. I was terrified," Henry confessed, his voice thick with emotion as he cradled her face in his hands. "I love you so much."

"I'm okay, I'm okay," she assured him, even as another kiss landed softly on her cheek. Henry's attention briefly shifted past her, acknowledging Tim and John with a grateful nod.

"Thank you," he said simply, the depth of his gratitude evident in his voice.

John returned the nod, his eyes meeting Genevieve's with a smile that offered comfort and understanding in the midst of chaos.

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[happy4sworld]

Bad Intentions

John Nolan x Original Character x Tim Bradford

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Chapter Two:

Too Good To Be True - Kacey Musgraves

Genevieve searched through her closet, a frown forming with each piece of clothing she considered. The pressure to choose the perfect outfit was perplexing; she insisted it was for class, not for the man who would soon arrive, her boyfriend's father.

Her hair was styled flawlessly, secured in a half-up, half-down look, adorned with a bow. Alone in the apartment, she was grateful Henry wasn't there to witness her fretting. The time spent primping felt like a betrayal, though she tried to dismiss the notion.

She slipped into her jeans and rummaged for a specific top, a sigh of relief escaping her when she found the cream sweater she sought. A glance at her phone hastened her pace, she quickly donned the sweater, scrutinizing her reflection with a critical eye.

As she was about to abandon her quest for the ideal ensemble, a knock sounded at the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she grabbed her bag and headed to answer it.

"Good morning," he greeted her with a smile, holding two cups of coffee. "Figured you could use some caffeine."

She accepted the coffee with gratitude. "Taking me to class and buying me coffee? You're spoiling me," she said, her cheeks warming with a blush.

His laughter filled the space as she locked the door behind her. "It's only right to make a good impression on my son's first serious girlfriend," he said.

The words tightened her throat, a stark reminder of her role. She forced a laugh and followed him to his truck where he opened the passenger door for her. She pondered when Henry last showed such chivalry. She pushed the thought aside as they both settled into the vehicle, her glances toward him frequent but discreet.

"So, Genevieve, what classes are you taking?" he inquired, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel.

She turned to face him, explaining her major in computer science and minor in cybersecurity, detailing her current courses.

He glanced at her with raised eyebrows, visibly impressed. "That's remarkable, Genevieve. Have you ever considered a career with the force? They're always on the lookout for individuals with your expertise."

Genevieve clasped her hands together, a smile spreading across her face at the compliment, her lower lip caught gently between her teeth as she gazed out the window. The warmth of his praise was quickly tempered by the thoughts of Henry, casting a shadow over her upbeat mood.

She toyed with her mother's necklace, a nervous chuckle escaping her. "I've always dreamed of working for the LAPD," she confessed. "But Henry... he's not keen on the idea."

John's expression shifted, concern etching his features as he navigated the traffic. "Is that so?"

Her voice was a murmur, tinged with hesitation. "Yes, but I get it. There are inherent risks, even in a tech role with the police."

He nodded, his thumb absently tracing his lip. "Still, if it's something you're passionate about pursuing, don't let anyone dissuade you. I started as a rookie at forty, after all."

A giggle slipped from her, and she offered a smile of thanks. "What was it like, being a rookie, I mean?"

"You mean how was competing with recruits half my age?" He gave a wry snicker. "About as fun as it sounds... but worth it."

Genevieve hummed in response, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they drove on. She leaned her head against the window, lost in thought. The complexities of her emotions were a knot she couldn't untangle. The truck came to a halt beside the life-sciences building.

"Thank you, again, for the ride," she said, her gratitude genuine. She reached for the door, keen to distance herself from the confusing pull of his presence.

John's hand on her shoulder gave her pause. "Anytime. And if there's anything else you need, just say the word."

His sincerity was palpable, a testament to his character. She nodded, a wave of emotions swelling within her. Exiting the truck, she felt his eyes follow her. She offered a small, parting smile before stepping into the building, the flutter in her stomach persisting.

She battled the turmoil within, reminding herself that her heart belonged to Henry, not John. As she navigated through the crowd, the weight of the bag was a grounding presence. She sought refuge in the bathroom, hoping for a moment of solitude.

The empty room granted her a moment's peace. She winced at the red mark from her bag's strap and vowed to lighten its load later. Pulling her hair over one shoulder, she sought to cool down, but the effort was futile. Confusion of her reaction to John lingered; she prided herself on choosing the safe, predictable types, not those who sent her into a tailspin with a mere touch.

Suddenly, a loud bang pierced the quiet, sending a jolt through her. The unmistakable sound of a gunshot echoed, followed by screams and chaos in the hallway. Panic surged, propelling her into a stall where she climbed onto the toilet, concealing her presence.

She pressed her back against the cold tile of the stall, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The world outside had erupted into chaos, the sounds of gunshots tearing through the once peaceful morning. Her hands shook violently as she clasped them over her mouth, trying to silence the sobs that threatened to escape.

Tears streamed down her face, hot and relentless, as she crouched in the cramped space. The fear was a living thing inside her, clawing at her throat, threatening to choke her with its intensity. She could hear the screams, the running footsteps, the cries for help that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

Another gunshot rang out, so close it felt like it was right outside the door. She flinched, her whole-body tensing, and a whimper slipped through her fingers. The metallic taste of fear filled her mouth, and she could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, a desperate drumbeat in the silence that followed.

The bathroom door creaked, and footsteps echoed on the tile floor. Her mind raced with terrifying possibilities, each more gruesome than the last. She was paralyzed, her eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from beneath her lashes.

The voice--his voice--pierced the fog of her terror. "Genevieve?" It was a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness that had descended upon her world.

She collapsed; her body no longer able to sustain the weight of her fear. The stall door swung open, and there he was--Nolan, his face etched with concern. He didn't hesitate as he knelt beside her, his arms wrapping around her trembling form.

"You're okay. I got you," he whispered, his voice steady and sure.

In his embrace, the sobs she had been holding back broke free, her body wracked with the force of them. He held her, his presence a solid reassurance that she was safe, that the nightmare was over-- for now.

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[chenfordspiral]

ch. 31 - i’ll replay our last kiss, last fight, last everything until you’re home

An undercover operation leads to tension between Lucy and Tim.

early November 2026

For the next week or so, life continues on like normal. They go to work, they come home, they bicker and laugh and smile, they start looking into furniture for the baby’s room, they keep buying tiny clothes because neither of them has any self control anymore, Lucy keeps hogging Tim’s clothes, and they cuddle the way she’d started to demand weeks ago. So, normal.

Until it’s not.

Tim doesn’t know when it happens or why, or what even happens, but something does. Because when Nolan offhandedly mentions Lucy’s undercover op, Tim has no idea what the guy is talking about. As far as he’s concerned, Lucy had sworn off any kind of UC work for as long as she’s pregnant, maybe even after their baby was born, so to say that he’s confused would be an understatement. Hell, he’s angry because apparently she’s leaving within the hour? Why had nobody mentioned this to him before? Why had Lucy not mentioned this before? And what is going on?

He knows getting angry at her won’t be helping anyone but he can’t see past the confusion and irritation right now.

So he leaves Nolan standing in the hallway without so much as another word, and goes to look for Lucy. It takes snapping at several officers before he finds out that she’s currently in a conference room with Angela and Harper. It’s not his finest moment when he just barges in without asking.

“Really? You’re going undercover and nobody bothered to tell me?!”

Lucy’s answer is not what he expects, and it does nothing to quell his irritation. If anything, it makes it worse.

“Tim,” she sighs, “can we not talk about this right now?”

“When are we supposed to talk about it? When you’re gone and we can’t contact each other for weeks? What are you even doing?!”

“I’m doing my job!”

“You and I both know that going undercover isn’t actually your job anymore. And I thought we’d moved past the whole not telling each other things phase. But I guess I was wrong.”

“That’s not fair,” Lucy starts to protest, but Tim cuts her off again.

“Not fair? Really? Then what is this right now? You’ve known about this long enough to tell me, and yet- you know what, do whatever you want. Doesn’t matter what I think anyway,” he snaps and then storms out of the room again before anyone can say more, leaving the three women staring after him with stunned expressions on their faces.

“Wow, way to be supportive, Bradford,” Nyla mutters under her breath, clearly irritated with him.

Angela, however, is a bit more pensive when she turns to look at Lucy. “You really didn’t tell him before?”

“No, because I knew exactly how he’d react and I just need him to stop acting like I suddenly can’t take care of myself anymore.”

“You know that’s probably not it at all, right?” Angela carefully asks. “It’s not just you he’s worried about anymore.”

“I’m not an invalid who needs protecting.”

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[chenfordspiral]

ch. 18 - Mr. & Mrs. Bradford

The long-awaited Chenford wedding.

July 18, 2025

Three more weeks fly by in a blink of an eye, and soon enough, it’s the day before their wedding. They’re both smiley and practically giddy all day long, even for the six hours they both spend at work in the morning. They hadn’t even had to ask to get a half day before their three weeks off; Pine and Carradine had basically ordered them to. And they’d happily accepted of course.

Because it meant that they could enjoy their afternoon together instead of apart and working. It also gave them enough time to once again get in contact with their florist, their cake designer, their DJ and singer duo, and Maddie, their photographer, for one last last minute check in about what time to be there tomorrow to make sure everything would go as smoothly as possible.

They’d met with Grey — who’d gotten ordained — a couple times over the last few weeks to talk about what kind of ceremony they’d like to have and what he could or might want to say, had gotten their marriage license the week before, and had obviously finalized their guest list weeks ago already after they’d gotten everyone’s, or almost everyone’s, RSVPs. Some of their colleagues wouldn’t be there, since someone had to work after all, and others had personal reasons, like a daughter’s birthday or a long awaited vacation that had been booked since before they even knew Tim and Lucy would be getting married.

And some just hadn’t RSVPed at all.. like Lucy’s parents. They’d always known it was a possibility but actually having confirmation that they wouldn’t attend still hurt. Lucy hadn’t reached out after the please respond by date had passed, but she knew from her aunt and nana that they wouldn’t be attending. They, her nana and aunt, had tried their best to get them to come around, but were unfortunately unsuccessful.

Lucy had spent most of that night crying, partly because she was sad and disappointed with her parents, partly because she was a bit mad at herself for letting it affect her so much. Both Tim and Tamara had offered comfort as best as possible, and eventually Lucy had come to the same conclusion she had months ago - that it was probably better they didn’t attend so they wouldn’t ruin the mood. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still disappointed. Especially since she could tell that the two most important people in her life were just as disappointed, if not even angry. Maybe more so than herself.

That had been weeks ago, and since then, she’d made her peace with it as best as possible, and decided to just focus on the positive.

Because she was getting married.

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[chenfordspiral]

ch. 20 - back to reality

Chenford get back to reality after their honeymoon. Lucy also deals with an unexpected incident at work.

August 11, 2025

After their honeymoon, it’s pretty much back to business as usual. They’d had two more days off from work after they’d gotten back, but now it’s Monday so it’s officially their first day back. And shockingly enough, or not so shockingly, life doesn’t feel any different.

Sure, getting used to having to work full time again after almost three weeks of honeymooning isn’t fun, but other than that? It’s all pretty normal.

Because marriage doesn’t change anything about living together. Marriage doesn’t change anything at work, at least not until Lucy is legally and officially a Bradford, which will take a little while longer because getting certified copies of their marriage certificate apparently needs to take a minimum of eight weeks after applying (they really should’ve done this earlier). Marriage doesn’t change the way they bicker and argue. Marriage doesn’t change how happy they are. Ok, that’s a lie. They’re even happier now that they’re finally married.

And marriage doesn’t change the way Angela likes to tease them.

“Sooo, how was honeymooning?” Angela drawls basically the second they set foot in the station.

“You really wanna know the details?” Tim smirks, earning himself a glare and a punch to the shoulder from Lucy.

“Ha ha, of course not. Not about.. that. Ew. No, the other things. Assuming you did anything else..”

“We only stayed in that cabin for a week. Who do you think we are?”

“Horny newlyweds,” Angela throws back immediately, unfazed.

Lucy almost chokes on her own saliva and sputters around a cough at Angela’s bluntness. Wow, the woman really does not hold back. Her eyes dart around to check if anyone is within earshot, shooting Tim a look, eyes wide and lips pressed together into a thin line. She almost laughs when she sees the murder eyes her husband has turned on his best friend. But Angela remains unfazed.

“What? Oh, come on. We all know how you two are and always have been. It’s bad enough it’s probably worse now than before, and- oh, no,” she says as she comes to a stop, her eyes dancing back and forth between Lucy and Tim when they stop and turn to look at her.

Tim sighs. “What now?”

“You’re gonna do it in your office today, aren’t you?”

Both of their jaws drop, neither of the two able to form words for a solid ten seconds.

“I- um, no. Wh- I-” Lucy starts, then sighs. “I need more coffee.”

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[littleedragen]

Szczęście Felicity [The Rookie Fanfic]

-What if Lucy Chen was a mother? She has Daughter named Felicity

(CH 7/?)

Chapters: 7/?

Fandom: The Rookie (TV 2018)

Rating: Family Fluff

Relationships: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen

Characters: Tim Bradford, Lucy Chen (newcomer), OC, Angela Lopez, Jackson West, John Nolan (newcomer), Talia Bishop, Nyla Harper, Percy West, Wade Gray

Additional Tags: Canon-specific violence, Alternate universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Family Fluff.

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[littleedragen]

The Happiness of Felicity [The Rookie Fanfic]

The Happiness of Felicity [The Rookie Fanfic]

What if Lucy Chen was a mother? She has Daughter named Felicity

(CH 10/?)

Chapters: 10/?

Fandom: The Rookie (TV 2018)

Rating: Family Fluff

Relationships: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen

Characters: Tim Bradford, Lucy Chen (newcomer), OC, Angela Lopez, Jackson West, John Nolan (newcomer), Talia Bishop, Nyla Harper, Percy West, Wade Gray

Additional Tags: Canon-specific violence, Alternate universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Family Fluff.

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