#Chen x bradford

[gibuckaroo]

IF chenford doesnt get married and slow dances to the song they first kissed to then i dont know why we got one 'save me a dance', two actual wedding dances, tim giving lucy her ring back and tim kneeling with bailey's ring to lucy like it's there grab it bring them back together 6 episodes is enough !

[fordchen]

You deserve someone worth the effort

Prompt: Tim and Ashley broke up after his spinal surgery yet Chris and Lucy are still dating. 5x08 where Chris is looking for houses and Tim decides it’s time to have a conversation with his colleague… Please feel free to leave some feedback! you can also send me ideas :)

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Today seemed like another day at the station. Tim arrived early as usual and got into his uniform, preparing himself for yet another busy day in Los Angeles. He met with Sergeant Grey for their daily briefing before heading to the roll call room to brief the other patrol officers. Everything is normal until now.

Well… that’s what he thought until he walked to the shop and met a rather distant Lucy. She seemed far away, lost in her thoughts which made him a bit suspicious. It caused him to now overthink too about the reason for Lucy's spiral. He walked closer to her and cleared his throat to signal his presence, seeing her snap out of her thoughts immediately.

“Ready to roll?” He asked after seeing that she had set the shop for them, watching her give him a small nod.

They both got into the car and began their patrol, doing some small talk before Lucy’s phone rang. Chris was FaceTiming her to show her a house for sale. He could not help but feel confusion as he heard the two talk. They both seemed on two very different pages. On one hand, Chris seemed excited about visiting potential houses to buy, and on the other, Lucy seemed much more reserved about the whole thing. Once they hung up, Tim glanced quickly over at Lucy, unable to shake away his confusion. “Are you and Chris moving together?” He asked after a few seconds of silence, feeling his heart tighten in his chest.  

“No, uh… It’s not…” Lucy mumbled, unable to get her words together. “Yet, he seems to think you are.” Tim said, almost cutting her off. He quickly looked over at her again, noticing how tense Lucy looked. That sight caused his heart to break a little. He hated to see Lucy upset. “Yeah, I mean, he kinda sprang it on me this morning…” Lucy added, playing with her fingers as an attempt to control the anxiety she felt in the moment. Tim nodded and after some silence, he let out a sigh. “You two are happy right? Those are the obvious next steps for you.” He asked but before Lucy could answer, they received a call about a few bombs placed around people’s necks and immediately went to deal with the situation. Tim realized they needed to have a conversation about her and Chris’ relationship but knew that now was not the moment. They had to focus on their jobs.

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They controlled the situation along with other officers and were now headed back to the station. It felt rather tense in the car as they silently sat together in the shop until Lucy’s phone rang again. Chris called to check on Lucy as well as to let her know about a property he had heard off. Sensing Lucy’s discomfort, he intervened in order for her to get off the phone, receiving a kind smile from her as a thank you. “Lucy, look, if you don’t want to move, just tell Chris that.” Tim broke the silence between them, sensing that Lucy needed some help processing everything happening. “That's... The question is, why don't I want to move in? I don't get what the problem is. I mean, Chris is great. We're great together. We never fight.” Lucy said as she looked out the window, trying to clear her mind and put her thoughts all together. Tim found a place to park and stopped the car, looking over at Lucy. She looked surprised at his action but he knew that they both needed that conversation in the moment. 

“Lucy, maybe that’s the problem. But do you guys not fight because you don’t disagree on things or because you don’t think it’s worth the bother?” Tim asked and Lucy felt speechless, unable to answer his question in the moment — something that actually answered it perfectly. “Lucy, you deserve someone that’s worth the effort.” He added, a soft smile forming on his face. He meant every word. Lucy had been through hell and back ever since she became a police officer and he needed her to realize her worth. Lucy nodded at his words but stayed silent, trying to collect herself. But deep down, she knew that she had made her decision. She was scared. Of course she was. A relationship with Tim meant taking a risk that could change her life forever — for better or for worse depending on the outcome. Yet, he was worth the risk.

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The next morning, Lucy found Tim in the Watch Commander’s office. He was replacing Sergeant Grey who was on vacation in New York with his wife to visit their daughter. She knocked on the door softly before walking in, still wearing her casual clothes as she was early for her shift. “Lucy?” Tim asked as he looked up at her, gesturing at her to close the door behind herself. He stood up and smiled at her, glad that the station was still empty at this hour.

Lucy walked closer to him and took a deep breath. “You were right yesterday about Chris and I. I was too scared to admit that we weren’t working out and felt guilty about what Rosalind did to him.” She began, looking up into Tim’s blue eyes, giving him a soft smile. “I broke up with him last night. You helped me realize that I needed better than Chris, someone who treats me right and makes me feel like the most important person on Earth.” Tim searched Lucy’s face as she spoke, feeling speechless. He could feel tension between the two, like electricity. He wanted to kiss her but knew that it wasn’t the right time. Before Lucy could add anything else, he smiled a bit wider. “Lucy, would you like to go get dinner tonight with me?” He asked.

“Yes, Tim, I do.” Lucy answered and let out a giggle, feeling like a teenager all over again. She glanced out of the office’s windows to make sure no one was watching before she kissed Tim’s cheek. “I guess I’ll see you tonight in the parking lot.” She said before walking out, leaving a blushing Tim behind. —

Years later, at their wedding, she would conclude her vows by saying: “Tim Bradford, you are worth the effort.”

[westwingwolf]

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[no-quit-lucy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Rookie (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen, Wesley Evers/Angela Lopez, John Nolan/Bailey Nune, Nyla Harper/James Murray Characters: Lucy Chen (The Rookie), Tim Bradford, Angela Lopez, Wesley Evers, Bailey Nune, John Nolan (The Rookie), Nyla Harper, James Murray (The Rookie), Celina Juarez, Aaron Thorsen, Kojo the Dog (The Rookie) Additional Tags: Halloween, halloween party, Halloween Costumes, Barbie References, Roleplay, ish, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, chenford defile wopez house, no beta we get shot like tim bradford, Established Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen, Horny Tim Bradford, Body Shots, Angela Lopez Ships Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen, Drinking, Cowboy Hats, Smut, Coitus Interruptus, Coitus continuous, Chenford Week 2024, Chenford Week (The Rookie) Summary:

Lucy and Tim celebrate Halloween at Angela's house party. Lucy won a bet and got to pick their costumes.

[leavethefutureinthepast]

Found a new show to obsess over! Binged it all in a few weeks and decided to do my first Chenford edit, so, here it is!

[whiskeyloverbae]

I wish I could hyper focus on my work instead of chenford at least during work hours.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#You Got This Babe

[tim-lucy]

THEN VS. NOW

[laurens-german]

"Happy Birthday, love, Kojo." THE ROOKIE 6.08 'Punch Card'

[severide-stella]

Chenford + We went from this: // To this: ❤️

[simplymanuela]

It's not worth the risk. Unless it is.

The Rookie

[sgtbradfords]

I used my new rank, pulled some strings, and got you an interim promotion to P3... This is short-term. Helping me out of a jam. Hey, I'd owe you. And this will only strengthen your position when a detective slot opens up.

[fordchen]

Chenford + I can't be your aide anymore

Prompt: From a suggestion received. Tim and Lucy have been back from Las Vegas and everything has changed between them. After careful consideration, Lucy feels it’s best to spend time apart… In this fic, Tim and Lucy didn’t find Chris on the couch and hooked up. Thank you for the suggestion! I hope you like it

It had been a few days since coming back from Las Vegas and Lucy had gotten a few days off to recover from the operation. Yet, recovering is something she had not been able to do. All that she had in mind was Tim, especially what they did after he took her home. It felt magical, their bodies working so well together and so in sync… How could Lucy move on from what had happened?

Yet, she was still dating Chris, who did not know that she had returned from the operation. She had not been able to reach out to him, feeling guilty about everything that had happened the last few days. Kissing Tim was something she would not have to mention to him as it happened purely for the mission — or at least she liked to think of it that way. But the intimate night they spent together was another thing to admit to. She had cheated and now needed to break up with her boyfriend, something she should have done a long time ago. 

She slowly sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes before getting on her feet. Tamara had left earlier that morning for class and she actually appreciated having an empty apartment that morning. She got dressed as she tried to find a way to announce to Tim that she could not be his aide anymore. After everything that happened between them, it was better for them to spend time apart. Or was it? She was not sure about what she wanted, unsure about what to do. The only thing she was sure of was the need to break up with Chris. She did not want to see him. She called him instead before heading to work, feeling that a breakup over the phone was better than breaking up by text. 

After what seemed forever, she finally arrived at the station. She walked in and hurried to the locker room, trying her best to avoid being stopped by anyone on her way there. The last thing she needed was to be teased by Angela about that operation or making small talk with clueless Nolan. She opened her locker and changed into her uniform, tying her hair up before heading out. The first person she sees in the distance is Tim who is talking to Sergeant Grey. She stood there as she watched him, blushing a little as memories of their intimate night flashed in her brain before she quickly got back to reality. She had to do this. She had to take a step back. 

Once Grey walked away, she took a deep breath and headed towards Tim, her heart racing in her chest as she tried to anticipate what she would say. “Tim… You have a second?” She asked, her brown eyes meeting his blue eyes as she looked up at him. He had a small smile on her face, something rather rare for Tim Bradford. “Of course, I’m all ears.” He answered, resting his hands on his duty belt as he stood in front of her. Both of them were standing fairly close to one another, unable to maintain personal space. “I… I can’t be your aide anymore, Tim. I’m sorry… After everything that happened…” Lucy started before quickly looking around to make sure no one was listening to them. Tim’s eyes widened and opened his mouth to talk yet she cut him off, wanting to keep control of the situation. She knew that Tim could get her to second guess herself and she knew she had to stay firm on her position. “Aaron should take my spot, he will be amazing. Be safe out there, okay?” She quickly said before walking away, feeling tears get into her eyes. She had not waited for Tim’s answer yet she had seen how her words affected him before walking away. They had a far deeper conversation to have about what happened that night — well, that entire trip to be honest but she knew they could not have it in the precinct. She rushed to her shop, getting into it and let a few tears roll down her face before she went on patrol. She felt stupid for crying over not being Tim’s aide, yet she was scared about the future. Their future. 

—

When she got back to the station, she saw Tim and Aaron talking together as they finished their paperwork. Tim glanced over the garage door and saw Lucy, stopping his conversation with Aaron before walking towards her, wanting an explanation for what had happened in the morning. “Lucy…” He started, moving them to a more private part of the station. He let out a deep sigh before speaking, his eyes searching her face. “Do you want to tell me what made you take that decision?” Lucy made a face when she heard his question, unsure why he would even ask. Was their hookup not a good explanation? “Listen, after everything that happened in Vegas and in my apartment… I think it is best for me not to be your aide anymore because it wasn’t just biology, Tim.” She gave him a small smile as she referred to what she had told him in the hotel room. She had lied in the moment, knowing that it was not the right time to confess what she felt for Tim. She needed to tell him in a better environment, and more importantly, when Chris was out of the picture. She saw Tim’s eyes widen once again as he looked stunned. “Of course it wasn’t pretend, how could it be? I had been waiting for this moment for a long time and this operation was the perfect excuse to have what I wanted… And I want more, I want you.” She said, walking a little bit closer to Tim. As she looked up into his eyes, she could see what her words had done to him. She could see a faint blush spreading on his cheeks and she quite loved the sight. 

“What about Chris?” Tim suddenly asked, remembering Lucy's boyfriend. Lucy shook her head and smiled a bit wider. “I broke up with him. I haven’t seen him since I got back, I just couldn’t after what happened between us. But I called him this morning. I spent the last few days thinking and realized I was in this relationship because it was safe but it’s not what I want.”

Tim knew that this meant that more changes would come professionally speaking. He was in her line of command and that would have to change, yet none of that mattered for now. They were not officially dating yet, so they could play around the rules for a little longer. “How about we go get dinner?” He asked, loving to see Lucy’s smile getting even wider.

“Yes, I would love that,” Lucy answered and quickly headed to the locker room to get changed. They would eventually warn Grey about their relationship, but for now, they just wanted to enjoy their secret dating as much as they could. 

[lover-of-mine]

Bones 2x09 “Aliens in a Spaceship” -> The Rookie 2x11 “Day of Death” -> 911 3x15 “Eddie Begins”

inspired by this post by @redpinkwine

(kinda funny that since Eddie was introduced during s2, this happened for all 3 parings in the their second season together)1

[newobsessionweekly]

You will always be my Boot

Main masterlist | The rookie masterlist

Tim Bradford x FBI!FormerRookie!reader Fandom: The Rookie

Summary: You are a former FBI agent and come back to your roots after many years. Little did you know Tim waited for you all these years.

A/N: This is my first Tim Bradford one ever and I know I need some improvement in this police area. I'm thinking about making a part two of this. Anyways, let me know what you think. Have a wonderful day, bubs! Lots of love.

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The flight was exhausting and the shitty bed from that cheap motel was even worse. They'd think an FBI agent would afford a five star hotel and a warm meal, instead of that reheated noodles you had last night, but LA is expensive as shit. One thing you didn't miss about this city were those self-centred Hollywood "stars" and the exorbitant prices.

You watched the time over and over again, shaking your foot nervously. You are ready to go, but you just can't gather the courage to face those police officers again. The bathroom light is dim and you put the blame on that for your horrendous bun, not because you lost practice. You redo the bun one more time and watch yourself in the mirror. LAPD uniform hugs your curves so perfectly and the overloaded belt accentuates your waist. You allow yourself to wear a small smile today, for the sake of old times.

The tranquility of the morning was shattered by the unmistakable sound of gunshots ringing out in the distance. Instantly alert, with your heart pounding in your chest as adrenaline surged through your veins, you grabbed your service weapon and badge, slipping them into your waistband as you hurried out the door and into the cool morning air.

As you made your way down the narrow staircase of the motel, the sounds of the gunshots grew louder, sending a chill down your spine. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, you quickly assessed the situation—a group of armed men engaged in a shootout with one another only a few blocks away. Confusion made its way to your mind; why would some people from the same gang fire at each other?

As you analyse their tattoos, some have it on their neck, some on their wrist, it snapped. You recognise those tattoos from your FBI files that lay on your motel bed, two different markings, two different gangs. Dangerous ones, wanted ones.

Without a second thought, you sprang into action, ducking behind parked cars and storefronts, you closed in on the scene, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to confront them. There's no time to wait for backup. And who'd you call anyway?

With a burst of adrenaline, you emerged from cover and sprinted towards the gunmen, your weapon drawn and ready. The element of surprise worked in your favor as you caught them off guard, their attention momentarily diverted as they turned to face you.

"Drop your weapons! FBI!" you shouted, your voice ringing out clear and commanding above the chaos of the shootout.

For a moment, there was hesitation in their eyes, uncertainty flickering across their faces as they weighed their options. But then, with a defiant snarl, they raised their guns once more, their fingers tightening on the triggers.

Time seemed to slow as the standoff unfolded, each moment stretched to its breaking point as you and the felons locked eyes, the tension thick in the air. And then, with a burst of gunfire, the situation erupted into chaos once more.

Bullets flew past you in a deadly dance as you returned fire, each shot ringing out like a thunderclap in the stillness of the morning. You managed to hit two of them, one in the shoulder, that dropped the gun and grabbed their wound in shock and the other one in the thigh, forcing them to fall into the ground. You didn't had enough handcuffs to secure them all, so it was your priority to stop them from running away until the officers arrived.

It's crazy to see how four rival gang members united to get rid of you when seconds before were about to blow their heads off.

"I said, drop your weapons, now!" you demanded to the masked one still standing, gunshots finally stopping. You didn't see any response or will to do so and that made you place aim for their legs as well, forcing them to collapse. "Hands behind your back, intertwine your fingers."

Before handcuffing them, you pulled up your phone and searched for that one number.

"Sergeant Grey" the voice on the other side responded.

"Agent Y/L/N, FBI. I have in custody two of Crenshaw and two of Tongan. I need backup and R/A. Crenshaw bulevard with W 66th Street." you informed Sergeant Grey.

"Copy that."

Not long after you made the call, three cars and an ambulance pulled up to the address you gave. The look on the officers faces when they saw you holding one handcuffed suspect and three injured on the street, was as satisfying as catching those. Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you.

"Y/L/N, FBI." you presented yourself to the officers, you showed your badge and shake their hands, each wearing a mortified expression after they heard your name. "After they're checked, let's get going. I'm late for my first day." you demanded and the six officers nodded as an understanding.

You could tell by the look on their faces, some of them are rookies. You can't forget those eyes, you had the exact same expression when you were a rookie and as Tim as your T.O. didn't help much.

"Agent Y/L/N." a serious tone came from just as a serious man. Sergeant Grey standing tall and imposing in the booking room as you walked the men to one of the benches and let another officer take care of him. As you approached the man, a big and friendly smile appeared on his face "It's so good to have you back."

"Good to be back, sir." you accepted his handshake with that small smile from the morning that you promised yourself you'd be wearing all day.

Your name was on everyone's lips as you walked through the station besides Grey.

It had been years since you last walked these familiar corridors, but as you made your way toward the meeting room, a sense of nostalgia washed over you.

"Is that Y/N?" one officer whispered to another, having the impression you didn't hear them.

"Yeah. Still hot. Heard she's working with FBI now." that remark made you turn your head in their direction, locking your eyes with one of them as he swallowed the lump in his throat and returning to his seat.

Inside, the meeting room was filled with the buzz of conversation as officers gathered for the morning briefing. All eyes turned to you as you entered, whispers and murmurs following in your wake. You could feel the weight of their scrutiny, their curiosity palpable in the air as they watched the former FBI agent return to their ranks.

"Good morning everyone. Sorry I'm late, had to take care of something so early this morning because someone doesn't sleep." he glanced at you and the murmur stopped when the eyes landed on you standing in the doorframe. "Take a sit." you nodded and sat down in the first row.

"Is that Y/N?" Lucy whispered to Nolan and Jackson. It was impossible to shake the feeling of being under a microscope, every move you made scrutinized by your colleagues.

"Hell, yeah, she is!" Jackson laid his eyes on you and gave you an appreciation smile.

As the sergeant launched into the details of the day's assignments and priorities, you found it difficult to concentrate, the weight of everyone's eyes on you making it hard to focus. But you pushed through, determined to prove yourself in your new role as a police officer.

"Today we made serious progress towards the gangs that won't let Los Angeles sleep in peace. Agent Y/L/N, first thing in the morning had in custody four men, almost as important as the gang leaders." your mind zoned out, you already knew that story. But what you didn't know and what's really eating you inside is that specific blond man.

In the corner of the room, Talia and Angela exchanged knowing glances, their whispers barely audible over the sergeant's voice.

"Can you believe she's back?" Angela muttered.

"I heard she was with the FBI," Talia replied, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Wonder what brought her back here."

"From an FBI agent to an officer? Seems like a joke to me..." Lopez paused as she looked at Tim for a moment. "Maybe something bad happened. Maybe she did something bad." the excitement of her voice was unquestionable.

Meanwhile, Tim Bradford watched from his seat at the front of the room, his expression unreadable as he observed the scene unfolding before him. Memories of your time together as rookie and training officer flashed through his mind, the bond you had shared still lingering despite the years apart.

"I heard she was the best rookie this station ever had. And it was his rookie, can you believe that!" Angela's mind was focused on one subject and one only. She is more than convinced that something has happened between you and Tim.

"Almost 100 on every exam and she was the only person this grumpy smiled to!" Talia added, making Tim shift uncomfortable in his seat, his eyes not letting the sight of you even for a second.

"That's not true. And I'm not grumpy, I do smile..." Tim responded to their feminine gossip, something he's not doing too often. He still thinks it's a waste of time this kind of conversation and one's personal life is no one's business, but maybe, maybe he wants to know more about you. "Sometimes"

He was wondering as well what could've possibly had happened to make you come back to LA, knowing very well how much you hated the city and how much you suffered the moment you stepped on that plane.

Tim's heart was below the sea's surface, buried inside the burning hell somewhere since the moment he caught a glimpse of your siluete walking around these hallways again. His hands were sweating and the lump in his throat could swallow him.

But you were nowhere far away from that feeling either. All the feelings from back then were coming alive faster than the light-speed and the memories of the time you were his rookie, the looks, the touches, the sweetness of his words alongside the glances from your colleagues made your eyes fill with bittersweet tears. You had to raise your head a little and blink as fast as you could to make those tears disappear and take a few deep breaths to calm down. You have to put this feelings aside. Now.

As the meeting drew to a close, Sergeant Gray turned his attention to you, his gaze lingering for a moment before moving on to the next item on the agenda.

"You're dismissed and be safe out there!" Gray closed the meeting and everyone rushed to start the day.

You waited for everyone to clear the room, mostly because you hate crowded places and people jostling around. You kept your head low, already full of everyone staring. When the room cleared just enough, you wanted to make your way to Sergeant Gray's office when a big, warm hand landed on your shoulder, freezing you on spot.

Some time ago, you knew by heart every single trace and curve of that hand, and now your mind doesn't disappoint you remembering it all with just a blink. His breath winding down your spine as minty as always.

You hated him. You hated yourself. Damn, you hate everyone and everything this moment.

"Y/N." his voice was as overwhelming as always and it made your feet weak. It made you weak and it hit you hard right into your bones. You didn't think twice and as you raised your chin up high and faked a confident expression, you turned to your heels to face him. Once and for all. "I can't believe you're back."

"Tim" you nodded, greeting him with a smile. This time a genuine one, wider and more powerful than the one you had forced yourself to wear all day. Not a forced one, but one that you found you couldn't hide. "It's been a while." you cleared your throat and searched his eyes.

They were staring right into your soul with the same spark and love you've missed so much. It seems like you've never changed, seems like everything is just the way it was. Like he was your TO, teaching you, teasing you, caring for you, having your back and you were his rookie, learning from him, turning into the best version of him, making him proud.

The air between you crackled with unspoken tension as you struggled to find the right words to say. The spark that had once ignited between you still burned bright, despite the years and distance that had separated you.

"How are you? How's Isabel?"

"Uh-Yeah..." he paused for a moment, the light in his eyes fading. "We separated a few months ago."

Tim wished this words would hurt more admitting them in front of you, would hurt just as much as he hurt you. But it didn't. That wound is almost healed, making room for another one to open.

"Oh, Tim. I'm so sorry" you were sincere, though not with all your heart. You knew it must've hurt like hell having in mind how much Tim loved his wife. But at some point he loved you too. Maybe not as much as her, maybe more, maybe less.

"But I'm fine, yeah. It's past now." he cracked a smile, resting his arm on the table as close to your thigh as you could feel its warmth. "What about you? Making an entrance for sure. Catching those guys from Crenshaw and Tongan, impressive. I taught you well." oh, he knows what he's doing and watching your shield breaking before his eyes, he's delighted.

"Oh, don't be so cocky—"

"Why are you here? Why now?" he asked. You rested your hand on your belt and raised an eyebrow as a response to his questions.

"You know I can't tell you." he sighed at your words, realising just now maybe the things are not how they were. You are not as open to him or talkative as before. You are not in love with him as you were before. But he's not done trying yet.

"Dinner tonight?" Tim was bold for sure and his question took you by surprise. You weighed the answer, but before you could say yes, he continued "I can't lose the chance again. I can't lose you again, Boot."

"Okay, yes!" you pushed your finger into his chest "Stop making those puppy eyes, you know I can't resist." he laughed and before you can walk away, he grabbed your waist and kissed your forehead gently. His lips lingering on your skin few more seconds, memorising your sweet scent, trying to remember it, like if he could ever forget.

"It's good to have you back, Boot!"

"Stop calling me 'Boot'!" you fought back, annoyed, but he enjoyed every moment. He missed you like hell and now all of this is hitting him hard in the face like a... boot. "I'm not your Boot" you persisted.

"Oh, you'll always be my Boot!"

[whiskeyloverbae]

I was driving home and the song Not Fair by Lily Allen started playing and it made me think of when Lucy says “he’s just not…”. Chris and her didn’t communicate well so I feel like that would have carried over into other aspects of the relationship. Possible fic idea here.