For anyone who follow my Chenford story on Ao3 I just what you to know it’s not discontinued I’m just in the hospital rn and I don’t have my computer that I type on so it’s hard to write when I only have my phone but no worries I will update when I am able too .
My chenford fanfic ideas!
The red line under chenford is bothering me so much!
Here’s fanfics you’ll be seeing in the near-future.
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Anyone noticed that in the 4x07 released plot is "Officer" Bradford and not Seargent Bradford?
I wonder why this pretty obvious mistake.
I can't wait to see that bet though!!!!!
Preview for the September Chapter of 525,600 Minutes
The one in which Lucy wants to celebrate the first day of Fall. Will I finish the September chapter before October is over? I guess we will see! I'm hoping that posting a preview will hold me accountable to actually getting it done.
Okay, so she is sick dammit! The thermometer that Tim places on her nightstand declares it, and the rattle of the Advil bottle signs off on it. He drops two of the tablets into her palm, and brings the glass up to her lips to help her swallow them down.
"Tim," she whimpers at the way her throat burns as she falls back onto her pillow. They both wince when her head makes impact, knowing that even the softest landing ground would not keep her head from throbbing. "Why" she cries out again, cradling the top of her head with one of her hands. Tim reaches out to grab the free one.
"Okay," he squeezes her palm, "everything hurts right now so let's not throw our bodies around."
"This is stupid."
"Today's supposed to be happy," she says, her eyes flitting over to the list. Tim follows her gaze there, and reaches forward to pick up the frilly piece of paper. "Koj deserves to go on his run, and I wanted to decorate for fall and take pictures with pumpkins and force you to get your face painted--"
"That's not happening."
"--and get the ingredients for my mom's pumpkin soup," Lucy continues on, ignoring Tim's protest. She let's out a huff as a tear sneaks out of her left eye, "she's a bitch but I still love her soup."
Tim wants to laugh, Lucy can see it through her blurry tear-filled vision. The way his mouth twitches, trying to fight off a smile and the way his shoulders hitch ever so slightly. She thinks she may hear a snort escape, but he covers it up with a cough and gathers his bearings.
"Lucy--" His amused expression melds into a small comforting smile almost seamlessly. "You're right, today is a shitty day." The pad of his thumb comes up to her fevered cheek, wiping the tear away. "But the pumpkin patch isn't going anywhere any time soon and there are other days off that we'll have together."
Lucy lets herself smile, a fleeting glimmer of false hope, and Tim allows himself to chuckle as he tucks a matted strand of hair that was stuck to her forehead behind her ear. "I'm not planning to take you to a petri dish of other germs and viruses right now, Lucy. We have to work on getting you better first."
Always and forever the voice of reason. Normally, Lucy can admire the trait in him but right now it's aggravating. Next, he will tell her to drink plenty of fluids and get some sleep when all she wants to do is anything but.
tim & lucy | season two
“actually i told grey i’m not interested in moving up just yet. i haven’t finished training you yet.” “no, you haven’t.”
i know you better than you know yourself
chenford | drabble | outsider pov |
Elizabeth Bradford lucked out by being the youngest of the Bradford clan. Less troubles to push through, the way already paved by Tim, Peter and Sarah (mostly Tim), and the least amount of time with her father until mom kicked him to the curb — alongside all the liquor bottles that had been collecting by his La-Z-Boy. She knew a world post-David. Post screaming matches.
While that should make her happy, it left holes in her knowledge about the Bradford family she belonged to. Tim hardly smiled, Peter had angry outbursts and Sarah jumped each time a door suddenly creaked. They had all learned to cope with the storm that had been their father, with Elizabeth on the outside. For a while, she wished to understand, to be apart of the twisted drama, but as she grew older, she made peace with it.
So did her siblings, in a sense. They still had their quirks, but softened. Less abrupt and raw like in their late teens and early twenties. She found it rather sad how scars just... became manageable. She was pretty sure only Sarah had gone to therapy for it.
Though she loved all her siblings dearly, she held a soft spot for Tim the most. As the oldest, he'd been her fiercest protector. Distracting her with games (often hide and seek when dad went on a drunken rampage), cooking her food when mom forgot from misery, always picking her up from school.
The terror stopped around the time he graduated high school. She'd only been six. Despite the age difference, they held the closest bond of all — so much so, that they visited as much as they could. He came up to Portland where she currently got her PhD, she came down to L.A. whenever her schedule allowed it.
"Timmy!" she squealed, liberally using the nickname as she jumped in his arms for a proper bear hug.
"Hey, Beth," he easily replied. "You got an Uber? I could've picked you up from the airport."
She dismissed it and pushed past him into his house, the space virtually the same since the last time she visited. Which meant: cold and all too masculine.
"It's okay," she said, dropping her coat on the back of the couch. "Josh called me the entire time anyway."
Tim rolled his eyes. "Josh. I can't believe you're going out with a guy with a name like that."
"You love Josh," she reasoned. "You and Josh bonded over wine and baseball last time. You were, you know, joshing around."
"You're so sour," she puffed. "Did Cujo piss in your coffee this morning?"
"Nah, just— Lucy cancelled our run this morning. It's nothing" He quickly moved on, hauling her luggage into the guest room and yelling about what she wanted to eat, but Beth's mind had already wandered off.
For the past two years, the subject of all Tim's conversations had been about Lucy Chen, his former rookie and current patrol partner. Lucy this, Lucy that — a slow but steady process from genuine frustration to fond exasperation — until Beth believed that there was no Tim without Lucy anymore.
Case in point: Lucy cancelled plans and he turned into a big baby.
She had a feeling Lucy wasn't simply the subject, but also the object of his desire.
"Aha..." she trailed. "Lucy."
His head popped from the guest room. "Yeah?"
"You talk about her a lot."
His stance instantly became defensive. "She's a close friend."
"Angela is a close friend," she argued, as though that would make a difference with her stoic brother.
His brows raised, unimpressed. So predictable. "Baby Jackson is great. Wesley got a new suit. Angela has baby fever again."
"Wow," Beth deadpanned. "Thanks for the bullet points. Now, I'm thinking we should go get Mexican food. And that you should call Lucy."
"Because you're clearly upset she had to cancel."
It suddenly didn't matter that Beth was quite tired from her flight and that she had to break the news of her engagement and that mom told her in confidence she spoke to David again after so many years. This seemed more important: helping her brother, whom always helped and protected her, get with the woman he so obviously had a thing for.
Tim frowned, almost like a petulant kid. "I'm not upset. I just don't like it when people cancel at the last minute. It's rude."
"Oh my God, Tim!" she exclaimed. Her hands were thrown in the air in frustration. "Call her!"
Tim didn't respond after that. All he did was show her a Mexican place on his phone that he liked and she then agreed to. He was lost in thought, she noted, his expression unreadable though she knew a vibrant mind laid behind it. She probably knew him better than he knew himself. He was contemplating calling Lucy.
Which was exactly what he did thirty minutes later as they stood in line for burritos, his phone pressed to his ear as he nodded and smiled at whatever she was saying.
Tim never smiled. But he did smile around Lucy.
"Lucy," he grinned, though his voice remained stern. "It doesn't work like that, it— yeah, this is exactly why it's a bad idea to let your puppy — i mean Tamara — to let her live with you." A pause. "What? No. Of course, not. She's literally beside me." Tim looked down at Beth. "Lucy says hi."
Beth rolled her eyes. "Do you know how stupidly whipped you look right now? And say hi back."
Tim scowled, but gave Lucy the message anyway. And then— "You wanna join us? We're at that Mexican place in Boyle Heights you like so much."
Ha! Of course it was Lucy's favourite spot! Beth almost sputtered out laughter from the utter ridiculousness that was her brother. How in the hell was she the youngest when he behaved like this?
When he hung up and caught Beth's knowing, thriumphant look, his own giddy expression dropped and monotonously asked: "What?"
"Nothing, Timmy,' she exhaled, content. "I'm just happy you're happy."
"... Thanks, Beth."
Tim: Short girls always wanna fight. Too much energy for their small bodies to contain...If only you had used that energy to grow instead
Lucy: Sounds like fighting words
You know what's so funny about that new episode description for 4x07?
Is there anyone going "Nolan & Bailey are gonna be working together to investigate that dood Fred's death! Wooot! Squeeee!"?
Anyone? Anyone at all?
Meanwhile everyone is over here going, "a bet? A treasure hunt rematch? Chenforddddddd!"
Just, you know. Making an observation 😇
i may or may not have watched the entire first season of the rookie in under 30 hours the day before jiara week for which i still haven’t finished my sets & fics but hOLY SHIT CHENFORD WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE??? I’M ??????? PLS 😩😩😩
TREASURE HUNT REMATCH??
it's the way that lucy and tim probably on some level are aware of their feelings, and of each other's, but can't do anything for the sake of optics.