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Now is that real? (1.09/1.07/2.10/2.06/2.08, quote from Boy Meets World 4.21)

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #keeley jones #sam obisanya #beard #coach beard #leslie higgins #roy kent #jamie tartt #tl s1 #tl s2 #ted lasso gif #ted lasso gifs #ted lasso fanart #boy meets world #bmw s4 #katie gifs #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl

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#truly this show understands its target audience #this is our entire generation #or at least #it's me #this is me #icarly #icarly 2021 #carly shay #law and order #katie gifs #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl #icarly21 s1

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1.03 → 4.01

#I hurt my own feelings with this one #but the parallel stuck and wouldn't go away #so here we are #the rookie #the rookie s4 #the rookie s1 #lucy chen #jackson west #john nolan #katie gifs #the rookie gif #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl #the rookie spoilers #tw violence #tw death

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It’s not our time, but I’ll keep you in mind (x)

#y'all have no idea how long I've been waiting to make this one #I was and am so excited #I love it so much #otp: just doing my job #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim Bradford #the rookie s1 #the rookie s2 #the rookie s3 #tim bradford x lucy chen #lucy chen x tim bradford #mira goto #katie gifs #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl

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no, none of that at all (x)

#I learned how to gif just so I could make this #that's how badly I wanted it #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie #chenford gif #the rookie gif #mira goto #nobody warned me #katie creates #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl #katie gifs

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Who wants a steak?

#this was the best part of an excellent episode #honestly #tim bradford #kojo the dog #kojo and tim are my new favorite father-son duo #the rookie #the rookie s3 #man of honor #katie gifs #katie creates #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl #for sy's needy ass

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So we’ve been told, and some choose to believe it

Roy stirs when the mattress shifts violently underneath him. Again. Honestly, for someone half his size, Keeley shouldn’t be able to keep waking him up like this, tossing and turning, pulling the covers away from him.  

He turns over slowly, but doesn’t open his eyes.

“Keeley,” he says slowly, voice raspy from the sleep he’d been trying to enjoy. “Rolling around in bed is more fun when there’s two of us involved. But one of us has an early coaching meeting tomorrow, and doesn’t want that to be the explanation when he’s 40 minutes late.”

He’s expecting some sort of a retort, or maybe Keeley draping herself across his body and making damn sure he’ll be late to that meeting. But instead, he’s met with a muffled, choked sob. It’s a heartbroken noise, heartbreaking too, enough to make Roy push himself up on clumsy elbows and blink the sleep from his eyes.

“Babe?” He looks at the outline of her body in the dark, lying on her side. He can’t tell which side, just that he can make out the curvy shadows as she flops over again. He ends up with a mouthful of blonde hair, so she must be facing away from him now. “C’mon, what’s all this?”  

Keeley doesn’t say anything, but she sobs again. This time, it sounds like her face is buried in the pillow, and Roy scoots a little closer.

“Keeley?” He still leaves space between them, but he’s close enough now to feel the heat from her body. She thrashes over onto her back, and Roy narrowly avoids her bony wrist smacking against his nose.

“I don’t know!” she wails, voice breaking on the last word. “I don’t know, but I’m so tired, and I can’t sleep, and the longer I don’t sleep, the more tired I am, and the more there is to do, and then I don’t have time to sleep and-” Keeley loses the train of thought, but Roy finds her hand with his and tangles their fingers together.

“Babe, it’s 3:30 in the morning. You’ve got time to sleep, I promise.”  

“No! I don’t! There’s always so much to do, and so much to think about, and I have a whole firm now, and all these clients counting on me to make them look good and it’s just so much!”

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You’re having fun, aren’t you?  requested by @kitkat0723

#what a fun little afternoon project #and such a fun scene #I do love paintball moments #((peep that parallel with rookie blue again)) #the rookie #the rookie s1 #the rookie 1.18 #chenford #otp: just doing my job #lucy chen #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #lucy chen x tim bradford #kitkat0723 #my franns #katie gifs #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl

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The Weight of the World Gets Pretty Heavy

Jamie clenches his hands into tight fists, crammed into the pockets of his jacket as he rocks back onto his heels.

All of a sudden, he’s not sure what he’s doing here. He knows what Coach Lasso has told them all, time and again. My door is always open. Mi casa es su casa. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is right here, in this locker room.

But now Jamie wonders if it wasn’t some sort of Midwestern platitude. Lasso likes those, seems to drop them into every sentence he can. And surely he hadn’t meant this, hadn’t been trying to tell Jamie to come over when he didn’t know where else he could be. Hell, he’d had to weasel the address out of Keeley, who still probably hasn’t realized that Jamie isn’t actually looking to send the gaffer a birthday card.

(Well, he is, when it rolls around. But it’s a few months out, and besides, he’d rather deliver it in person.)

But whether Lasso had meant it or not, Jamie is here, standing outside his flat, staring at the door. He’s got no idea where else to go right now, only knows that he can’t stand the thought of being alone in his massive apartment, alone with his thoughts.

And he’s already here, isn’t he? Why waste the trip and turn back now?

So he pulls one hand free and knocks four times in rapid succession. As soon as it’s done, Jamie starts to regret the decision.

He should have just gone home. Or never left in the first place. He’s 24 years old; he should be able to handle one phone call from his dad. One, 20-minute phone call, where it was made abundantly clear that he’s failing to live up to the legacy his father laid out for him.

His breathing picks up again, remembering his father’s low voice growling in his ear, just as the door swings open.

“Well, this is about the fastest takeout delivery I've ever se-” Lasso stops short, blinking as he looks Jamie up and down. “Jamie? Sorry ‘bout that, I just called in for a curry, and I knew I was expecting my curry in a hurry, but that would have been truly – hey, everything OK?”

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#give me the father-son relationship we all deserve here #jamie tartt #ted lasso #tl #tl fanfic #katie writes #kw21 #ted lasso fanfic #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl

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Do You Need a Toothbrush?

“They’re a little big, but … here,” Tim passes Lucy a bundle of neatly folded clothes. “It’ll be more comfortable than jeans.” She turns the clothes over in her hands and nods slowly. “Um, bathroom is through there.”

He points, even though Lucy already knows, has been to his house a few times before to see Kojo. She’s glad he does, lets the gesture spur her on, move her feet forward until her brain is able to catch up.

She changes quickly, turned toward the shower to avoid having to see herself in the mirror. The clothes - a loose-fitting T-shirt and too-long sweatpants, even after she rolls the waistband down a couple times –are soft, worn and washed enough times that she can immediately guess they’re from Tim’s pajama drawer.

It’s surprising, but she can’t figure out why. Not that she’d ever considered Tim’s sleepwear before, but she never would have guessed him to be a man who’d particularly care about comfortable pajamas. But these are clearly more worn-in than what he wears every day, even off-duty, and the hoodie Tim had put on looked well-loved too. Lucy smiles at the thought as she folds her jeans around her own shirt.

Her hands are shaking. She clenches them into fists and takes a deep breath, screwing her eyes shut as she turns toward the door. Lucy feels her way forward, wrapping one hand around the edge of the bathroom sink.

On impulse, she gropes across the sink until she finds the cold water faucet and jerks the handle forward. The water rushes in her ears, but she keeps her eyes closed. It’s chilling against her skin, when she cups both hands under the stream and splashes the water across her face. The sting is enough to pull her back into the present, the towel a little itchy when she grabs blindly for it and pats her face dry.

She turns the lights off before opening the door, so she can open her eyes as well. Tim is smoothing a sheet across the sofa cushion, fluffing a pair of pillows against one arm. She’s suddenly desperate to lie down, though she can’t be sure if the couch actually looks comfortable or if the weight of the day is finally catching up to her.

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Jackson: Thanks, Dad. ... Why is everyone staring at me?

Lucy: You just called Sergeant Grey dad. You said 'thanks, dad.'

Jackson: What? No I didn't. I said thanks, *man.*

Grey: Do you see me as a father figure, Officer West?

Jackson: No! If anything, I see you as a bother figure, 'cause you're always bothering me.

Angela: Hey! You show your father some respect!

#I've been thinking about this one for DAYS #can y'all tell I love the dynamic between Jackson and Grey in s3? #give me more of that #incorrect the rookie #the rookie #jackson west #lucy chen #wade grey #angela lopez #source: brooklyn nine nine #incorrect quotes #katie memes #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl

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I’m Your Buckaroo, I Wanna Be Like You

A day late, and 89 cents shorts (that’ll make more sense when you read the thing, I promise!), here’s my birthday gift for @elisela. Also, it’s another Buck Day. Enjoy!

He grits his teeth and slams the brake to the floor, sending the Jeep to a screeching halt. His seatbelt engages, digs into his chest as he lurches forward. The stop bounces his head off of the headrest, a soft thud that reminds him to take stock of the situation. The other car is gone, probably a couple of blocks ahead by now, and traffic is moving around Buck, horns blaring at the way he’s sitting still in the middle of the road.

It's all happened in the span of a few seconds, but when he looks up, Chris is wearing most of his orange soda, his fingers jabbed into the sides of the cup. It looks like he’d clenched his fingers at the sudden jolt and crushed the foam, spilling all over himself and the car seats.

Yeah, Buck definitely shouldn’t have let him get the large drink.

But before he can say anything, ask if Chris is OK, he pipes up on his own.

“Shit!”

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I’ve got an idea for another gifset, but I really don’t have time for a full rewatch in the name of research right now.

That said, if anyone wants to throw me scenes/episodes where Tim and Lucy are sneaking looks at each other (especially Tim, like looking when the other one isn’t looking back), it would be much appreciated! I can pay in shoutouts and internet hugs!

#chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie #tim bradford x lucy chen #lucy chen x tim bradford #otp: just doing my job #katie asks #katie gifs #or she tries to anyway #help #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl

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To Hell and Back

Chapter: 1/1

Pairings: Lucy Chen/Tim Bradford, past Isabel Bradford/Tim Bradford

 A/N: Don't blame me. Maren Morris hit me in the feelings and then I spread the love to Tim and Lucy and all of you. 

So I guess maybe only blame me a little? But I promise I fix it for the ending. 

(Also, check out To Hell & Back by Maren Morris. It's such an inspiration for this)

Lucy turns around from the coffee maker when she hears Tim trudge into the kitchen. He drops himself into one of the chairs and groans as he buries his head in his arms, trying to block out the light.

She leans across from him and presses a warm mug against the outside of his hand. Without looking up, he gropes blindly to wrap his hand around it, trapping her fingers underneath his. He finally sits upright, and Lucy winces on his behalf when he digs the fingers of his other hand against his eyes.

He’s got to feel like death warmed over, even if he feels better than he looks. Her heart clenches, thinking back to the phone call she’d gotten the night before and wondering what, exactly, led them here.

Aside from the copious amounts of alcohol, obviously.

“So. We should talk about what happened last night.”

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#chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #chenford fanfic #the rookie #the rookie fanfic #katie writes #kw21 #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl

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“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” i would love this prompt for Chenford!

Love your writing!!!

Anon, you KILLED me with this one. I had no idea what I wanted to do with it, then a tiny inkling of an idea, then I wrote close to 1600 words in one sitting. Even though I try to keep prompt fills under or around 1k, it is what it is, and I like this so much that I’m not going to make myself pare it down. So thanks for the ask, and enjoy!

Oh, and spoilers for 3.09, if you haven’t at least seen the Facebook promo that got me to watch the full clip even though I still haven’t seen the whole episode. I’m working on it, I swear.

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“Look me in the face and tell me you don’t think I have the killer instinct to do undercover work.”

It had taken longer than Tim cared to admit before he could school his features enough to meet Lucy’s eyeline and sneer at her. Even then, it had only lasted a second before he couldn’t stand to look at her any longer.  

An entire year they’ve spent together, Tim testing his rookie at every step of the way.

Not once had he imagined that she’d have the audacity to test him back. And today, of all days.  

And like this.  

He’s got to ignore it. He has to make it at least through the end of the shift without constantly thinking about how she’d laughed mere moments after saying she had feelings for him.

It’s not weird. He’d been honest when he told her that.  

And I appreciate your honesty.

It’s not weird. It’s so much worse.

Because for the rest of the shift, every time he catches sight of Lucy, Tim’s stomach starts to churn. Every time he hears her voice, his heart beats double-time in his chest. Every time the light fragrance of her perfume wafts across the shop into his nose, he wants to go buy a dozen of those stupid cardboard trees and duct tape them to every air vent.  

Because every time he so much as thinks about Lucy, he thinks about what he’d almost said to her, before she’s started laughing at him.  

And he still has to turn in her final evaluation, so he’s thinking about her a lot.

He’s thinking about the last year of their lives, all the ways she’s grown into her career, all the ways she’s grown on him.

And he’s thinking about how for just a second, the barest breath of an instant, the world had stopped turning around him this morning.

I have feelings for you.  

He hadn’t known what to say to that, how to respond without losing one or both of their jobs. And then she had suggested that he might have feelings for her too, had come way too close to the only card in his hand Tim had known he could never show.  

Had he been showing it this whole time?

But she’d started laughing, and the whole thing had been a ruse. Lucy had been fucking with him, and it had worked, and now he can’t shake the way the nausea burns in his stomach. He hardly eats his lunch, even though they both know how much he loves the food truck, blames it on a big breakfast and anxiety about the AMBER Alert.

And somehow, by nothing short of a miracle, he survives the shift. Baby Young is reunited with her parents, Lucy gets promoted to P2, and Tim handles it all without passing out, throwing up, or punching any walls.  

All in all, it’s a good day.

But it’s over before he knows it. Before he’s ready, he’s standing in the parking garage, holding a box and sporting a face full of white powder.  

She got him again, and he can’t even bring himself to be upset about it.  

“It’s been a blast, sir,” she says, laughing again. He loves the sound, even though it feels like a knife in his gut as he thinks again about earlier.

“It has,” he says, then surprises himself. “I can … buy you a drink? Now that you’re not a rookie anymore, there are some things we need to talk about.”

He tries to make it sound like he’s getting ready to give her more career advice, the kinds of firsthand accounts that aren’t relevant until she’s cleared the academy. And he’s got those too, decades of stories about truly helping people who need it and rules bent for the right reasons.  

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To Saturn and Back

for @hearteyesforbuck, because when I have an idea and Eli tells me to write it, who am I to say no? Besides, I’ve been attached to this for three days, and got to sit under my own space blanket to write it in under an hour. Love you, mom!

“Boy, that was quite a show, huh, Chris?” Buck stands up, still reeling a little bit from the way the room had been spinning around them until just a couple minutes ago.

Christopher, for his part, is totally unfazed, leaping down from his chair so quickly that he almost overbalances and stumbles.

“Yeah! This is the bestest Buck day ever!”  

At that, Buck can’t keep the grin off of his own face. The Buck Days had been his idea, the month after he and Eddie had started dating, to make sure that he and Christopher got to spend one-on-one time together. It gives Eddie a break too, a couple of days every month to catch up on bills or yardwork or whatever. All in all, it’s one of the best ideas he’s had for a while, and he has to agree with Christopher that the planetarium demonstration was a particularly good choice for today.  

“And we didn’t even go check out the new ice cream place yet. It's only gonna get better, buddy.”  

“Oh yeah! We should look at the gift shop first, though. I want a s-souv-souviner!”

“If we don’t get soveniers, did we really even go to the planetarium?”  

“Nope!” The lighthearted sarcasm goes right over Chris’ head, and he turns around to grin at Buck.  

They parade out of the auditorium, following the rest of the audience down the hallway until it ends at the entryway of the gift shop. A handful of visitors peal off, mostly older people heading for the exit, but Buck is only worried about keeping track of the head of reddish-brown hair in front of him. He’s not out for a repeat of the zoo incident today.  

Once they're into the gift shop, Buck starts wandering around and looking at the different items for sale. He’s got an eye on Chris, can hear his excited chatter as he moves between the displays. But he also knows that he’ll be accountable for picking a trinket of his own. That’s the deal: at the end of the day, they both get to pick something to take home, something to remember their adventures.  

Usually Buck opts for a magnet or something small. He doesn't need another T-shirt or a hunk of plastic, not when he’s got a dozen selfies and all the memories from their day together. Today, he’s turning a mug over in his hands, trying to decide if there’s room for it in his cabinets. It’s plain black at first glance, but the sign on the shelf explains how It'll reveal hundreds of tiny stars when he fills it with a hot drink.  

He’s always been fascinated by constellations, had chosen the planetarium for today so he could share some of that excitement with the kid he’s come to think of as a son. So he figures he can have a mug, treat himself to something a little bit bigger this time and reorganize his cupboards later.  

Just when the cardboard box is tucked away under his arm, Chris starts calling out for him across the shop.

“What did you find, little man?” He steps up beside Christopher, looking down to see what he’s holding.  

It’s a blanket, light grey and fuzzy, decorated with stars, planets and rocket ships. Buck reaches out and runs his hand across it, and Chris grins.

“Bucky, look! It glows in-in the dark too! And it’s 50 inches by 60 inches; that’s more inches than me!”

“It sure is. You could hide all the way underneath it, your dad and I might never find you.”

“Yeah, you would! It glows, so you’d know where I am, even in the dark.” Christopher rolls his eyes, and Buck laughs.

“Good point. That’s your pick?”

“Yeah! Look, it’s got Saturn! With the rings!” He points at one of the motifs.

“Good memory!” When Buck smiles at him, Christopher’s grin grows even wider, craving praise from the adults around him.

“What’d you pick, Bucky?” They start walking toward the cash register as Buck shows Christopher the mug he’s holding onto, then they set both items on the counter.  

The cashier reads out the total and Buck’s heart skips a beat.  

Almost $80 for a cup and a fuzzy piece of fabric? Screw the LAFD, he should open a gift shop.

But then he sees two little hands come up over the counter and start stroking the edges of the blanket, and he remembers that the price covers way more than just the space-patterned throw.  

He’s paying for the memories they’re making too, to let Christopher have these special days with ‘his Buck.’  

And that’s worth a million dollars, if you ask him.  

Tonight, he and Eddie will tuck him in underneath his new blanket, turn off the lights and listen to him cheer when the shapes light up around him. Eddie will pull the mug out of the plastic sack, get ready to wash it so Buck can have coffee in the morning. The receipt will cling to the box and Eddie will glance at it, admonish Buck for spending $45 on a blanket for his 10-year-old. But there will be a smile on his face, and admiration in his tone, for the man who loves Chris as his own.  

Buck would give his left arm for the mass-produced blanket, because it was never really about the blanket at all.

It’s about Christopher knowing that Buck loves him, to Saturn and back.

#the blanket exists btw #on clearance at walmart right now #that's where i got mine #911 #buddie #christopher diaz is a national hero #911 fanfic #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fanfic #9-1-1 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chris diaz #katie writes #Eliiiiiii! #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl #hearteyesforbuck #kw20