#the new rookies!!!

[eversangela]

awkward chenford in 7x06

[internationallytarnished]

this split second shot of landoscar looking like the judgy married couple you just moved in next to

[clickbeetle]

[westwingwolf]

Tim Bradford on his different sofas in his different living rooms of his different houses.

[daydreamabout]

Old Flames, New Patrols (Tim Bradford Imagine x exwife!reader)

Summary: When the precinct runs short on officers, you're transferred to fill the gap. Now, you're back on patrol with your ex-husband, Tim—as you realize how much of your confidence was tied to him, even after all this time. [mentions of domestic disturbance]

It’s your first day back at the precinct after the transfer. The air feels thick as you walk into the building, the smell of stale coffee and the sharp scent of bleach from the cleaning supplies hitting your senses. You’ve been away for two years, but it still looks the same—gray walls, buzzing lights, officers milling around, deep in conversation or focused on their desks.

You make your way toward the briefing room, your footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. Each step feels heavier, the tension in the air creeping up your spine. You haven't seen Tim since the divorce, and the thought of being in the same space with him again, working side by side for three months, is... unsettling.

You push the door open and step inside. The room goes quiet for a moment, eyes flicking toward you. Most of the officers don’t know who you are—just that you're the one here to help out. Your eyes immediately search for the familiar face you used to wake up to every day. There’s Tim, standing by the windows, arms crossed over his chest. He looks exactly the same. Maybe a little more worn down, but it’s him. His eyes meet yours for a fraction of a second, but he quickly looks away. You can’t tell if it’s relief or discomfort on his face.

Sargeant Grey is at the front, looking like he hasn’t slept in days. He clears his throat, and the chatter dies down. You take your seat at the back of the room, feeling all the eyes on you now. Tim doesn’t acknowledge you further, though you can sense him there, just within reach. It's almost suffocating.

"Alright, listen up," Grey’s gravelly voice cuts through the tension in the room. "We’re short-handed today, so we need to make it count. Y/N, welcome back. You’re only here for three months, so let’s make this time worth it. We need all hands on deck. Get familiar with the new assignments, hit the ground running. You’re in with Tim for your shift today. I trust you two can handle it."

You don’t miss the way Tim’s jaw tightens at the mention of your name. He doesn’t look at you, but his body posture shifts, a barely noticeable tension seeping through his rigid stance. Sargeant Grey gives a brief rundown of the cases that need immediate attention, but your mind keeps drifting back to your ex.

It’s strange. Working together again feels... weird. Your whole relationship feels like a lifetime ago, but the remnants of it are still there, sitting between you both. You’ve built your life, your career, apart, but here you are—back together in the same room. The silence between you both says everything that words can’t. He’s still the same —strong, sharp, focused. But there's a distance there now, a wall between you that wasn’t there before.

Grey finishes up with the details. "Any questions? No? Good. Get out there and stay safe."

The briefing wraps up, and officers start filing out, but you linger, just for a second. You grab your bag and head out to the garage where the cars are parked. Tim's footsteps follow behind you, the sound too familiar. You can feel him closing the space between you but neither of you says anything. He grabs his keys, but you don’t meet his gaze. Instead, you focus on the cruiser parked in front of you, doing your best to ignore the sharp pang in your chest.

“Ready?” Tim’s voice is low, controlled. He doesn’t wait for a response, just opens the door and slides in.

You hesitate for a moment, taking in the sight of the passenger seat you once called your own. The silence stretches out, thick and suffocating. Finally, you slip into the seat next to him, and the moment your seatbelt clicks, you feel the tension in the car increase. Neither of you says a word as the engine roars to life.

The drive to your first assignment feels longer than it should. Neither of you speak, both of you caught in that strange limbo of once being partners—both on and off the job—and now, just colleagues, with an unspoken history lingering in every shared glance and every breath you take in the confined space of the cruiser. You’re here to do a job, but underneath it all, it’s so much more than that.

The silence is almost suffocating as the cruiser rolls through the city, its headlights cutting through the darkened streets. You try to focus on the task ahead—on the job—but your thoughts keep drifting. His presence in the car, right next to you, brings back a rush of memories. The good, the bad, and everything in between. You can still picture him in your mind—the way he would always drive with his hand resting on the wheel, his jaw clenched in concentration, his brow furrowed when things got tense. It’s all still there, etched into your memory. But now, it feels like looking at a stranger.

The first call comes through over the radio.

“Domestic disturbance,” Tim says, breaking the silence. His voice is neutral, businesslike. No trace of the warmth that once was between you two. His hands grip the wheel tighter, his knuckles white.

“Right,” you reply, your voice a little more clipped than you intend. You don’t want to sound cold, but you’re finding it hard to slip into the routine of working together like nothing has changed.

You’ve been through hundreds of calls like this, but tonight, the familiar rush of adrenaline feels different. You can’t help but notice how Tim moves through the motions with ease, just like he always did. He’s in his element, despite the tension. He’s a cop, through and through.

He pulls up in front of a small house, the flashing lights of the squad car casting long shadows on the cracked sidewalk. A woman stands on the porch, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes wide and scared.

You both get out, and Tim’s already moving forward, his pace measured, controlled. You follow, but everything feels slow, like you’re wading through water. The distance between you both is tangible, and it’s hard to ignore.

“Ma’am,” he starts, his voice calm, authoritative, but soft enough to not add to the fear in the woman’s eyes. “What’s going on here?”

You stand off to the side, arms crossed over your chest, watching the interaction with practiced eyes. Tim does this so effortlessly—he’s always been the one to take charge in situations like this, his presence reassuring. It makes you realize, once again, how much of your own confidence came from being able to work alongside him.

Flashback

Tim sat next to you in the passenger seat, his presence a force in the small car. You’d learned to appreciate the quiet moments with him, the way he seemed to ground everything in an otherwise chaotic world. The air smelled faintly of stale coffee and something more like... pizza, maybe? But you didn’t ask.

“Do you ever just—” Tim started, his voice cutting through the quiet. “—stop thinking?”

You glanced at him as you maneuvered through the empty streets. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” he continued, looking out the window. “You’re always so... together. Even when things are crazy, you handle it like you’ve got everything under control.”

You couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped you. “It’s called faking it, Tim. You should try it sometime.”

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow, but the corner of his lips tugged into that small, familiar smirk. “Right. But that doesn’t explain how you make it look so easy.”

Your heart skipped, but you pushed the fluttering feeling aside. Tim wasn’t one for compliments, so when he said things like this, it threw you off a little. You didn’t even know how to respond.

You had learned to keep a cool head, to act calm and confident on the outside, especially with him around. Working alongside wasn’t just about being a good partner. It was about survival. He had a way of making you feel like you could take on anything. And maybe, somewhere in the back of your mind, you’d begun to believe it.

But his question made you realize something. That confidence you projected? It wasn’t just something you’d built from your own experience. No, it was more than that. It came from the way Tim had made you feel when you worked together, the way he trusted you without hesitation, the way he always made sure you knew you were capable, even when you doubted yourself.

You turned your attention back to the road. “It’s... it’s easier when you know you’ve got someone watching your back.”

“Sounds nice,” Tim repeated softly, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he shifted in his seat. “You always seem like you’ve got it handled. Like you don’t need anyone.”

You didn’t look at him this time. “Well, I don’t need anyone to tell me how to do my job.”

There was a pause, and then he asked, almost like he was still testing the waters, “But you’re okay with me being here, right? With me helping out?”

You were taken aback, your fingers tightening on the wheel. It wasn’t a question you expected, not from him. There had always been a kind of unspoken understanding between you two, a connection that didn’t need words. But something in his tone made you realize maybe he was starting to see you differently, maybe even see through the walls you’d put up.

You had never thought about it like that before, but the truth was, you did rely on him. Not just in a professional sense, but in a way that ran deeper than that. It was something you hadn’t admitted to yourself. You didn’t need him to carry the weight of your confidence, but somehow, working alongside him made everything feel a little bit lighter.

“I never said I didn’t need you,” you finally said, the words coming out more vulnerable than you intended. “But I like to keep it... controlled. Keeps things simple.”

Tim didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel his gaze on you, searching, like he was seeing something you weren’t saying. His lips parted, but then he just nodded. “I get it.”

The conversation lingered between you for the rest of the drive, quiet and unspoken. But as you pulled up to the precinct and parked, something about the way Tim looked at you felt different. It wasn’t pity or judgment—nothing like that. It was just... understanding.

That understanding continued through the day as you went through your shifts. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you could feel Tim’s eyes on you in a way that wasn’t just professional. It was like he was seeing you for the first time—really seeing you—not just as his partner, but as someone who had built this unshakable front because of everything you had been through. Because of how much you depended on him, and how much you feared depending on anyone at all.

Later that day, when you were taking a break, Tim leaned against the edge of the car, his usual calm demeanor still present, but with something else in his eyes. “Hey,” he said, his tone lighter than before. “If you ever need to talk, you know... I’m here.”

You looked up, surprised by the softness in his voice. It wasn’t the standard "don’t hesitate" cop speak. It was... genuine. Maybe that’s what hit you hardest—how much he had always been there, even in the background. Always steady. Always reliable.

And maybe, just maybe, you realized that the confidence you carried wasn’t just because you were good at your job. It was because you had someone who believed in you, who was there in the trenches with you, whether you showed it or not. Tim had always been your anchor in the chaos and you allowed yourself to see it.

You smiled, a little more honestly than you expected. “I know, Tim. I know.”

You realized how much of your confidence had come from being able to work alongside him—because with Tim Bradford by your side, you didn’t have to fake anything. You could just be you, and that was enough.

Flashback end

You almost catch yourself looking at him, but you quickly look away, focusing back on the woman’s trembling form. She explains in a shaky voice, detailing a fight with her partner, a mix of shouting and pushing, nothing too serious but enough to scare her. It’s routine. No weapons involved, just tempers flaring.

He nods, taking in the information, his expression unreadable. You both move through the process of taking statements, confirming details, and ensuring the situation doesn’t escalate. Tim handles it like he always does—efficient, calm, with just enough authority to keep things from spinning out of control.

After everything is wrapped up and the woman is safely back inside, his head turns to you, his expression guarded but not unkind.

“You good?” he asks, his voice still holding that professional distance.

“Yeah,” you reply, though you’re not sure you are. The tension between you both is like a wire pulled taut, ready to snap at any second. But for now, you push that feeling aside. “Just... like old times.”

“Yeah.” His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he turns away, heading back to the car.

You both fall back into the cruiser without another word, the quiet between you hanging heavy in the air. The drive to the next call feels just as tense, if not more so. It’s hard to focus on the work when everything else feels like it’s shifting beneath your feet. You’re no longer the partners you once were, but here you are, side by side, forced to navigate the job together again.

Another call comes through, and this one’s more serious. A robbery in progress, shots fired. The words slice through the air, and Tim’s reaction is instant. His body tenses, his focus sharpening. He slams the gas, and you feel the jolt of speed as the city blurs around you. The momentary distraction of adrenaline sweeps the tension between you both aside. There’s no time for personal issues, not with this on the line.

“Stay sharp,” Tim says, his voice a low growl, a tone that makes it clear he’s in full cop mode now.

You nod, your body moving on autopilot as the car skids around corners, sirens blaring. Everything else falls away as the job takes over. The past is shoved to the back of your mind, at least for now. It’s just you and him again—partners in the field.

When you arrive at the scene, chaos unfolds before your eyes. Officers are already moving in, securing the area. The suspect is barricaded inside, and you can hear the distant crackle of gunfire. The tension is palpable, but Tim’s instincts take over. He’s the one you always relied on in these situations.

Without hesitation, he starts directing officers, calling the shots. You move with him, side by side, working in sync, though the connection feels distant now.

You both position yourselves at the entrance, ready for whatever happens next. But this time, there’s a stark difference between you and him. A line you both can’t cross, no matter how much you wish you could. The job demands all of you, and right now, that’s all that matters.

“Cover me,” Tim says, his voice steady but with that sharp edge you know all too well. He doesn’t need to say more—you know what he means. You always did.

As he moves toward the building, you stay behind, your hand resting on your holster, eyes scanning the surroundings. The air is thick with danger, and your heart races, not from the nerves of the situation, but because you’re working with him again.

As the situation continues to unfold, you can’t shake the feeling that something is missing—the warmth, the camaraderie, the bond. It’s all there in the motions, in the way you both know what the other is thinking without words. But it's not enough anymore. It never will be. Not after everything that’s happened.

When the dust settles and the situation is handled, you both stand in the aftermath, silently assessing the damage.

“Good work,” Tim says, his voice colder than before. But there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something you can’t quite place.

You nod. “You too.”

As you head back to the cruiser, the weight of the day presses down on you, and you realize just how much you’ve missed this—being out here, in the field, with Tim.

But you also realize that the things you miss aren’t coming back. Not the way you want the-, wait what?

[avengerdaisy]

Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen The Rookie 7x06 The Gala

[karihighman]

Hug it out. 🫂🥺❤️ if anyone needs the support, it’s Nyla Harper this week on The Rookie. Love how everyone’s there for her!!

[timbradfordslover]

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem reader roommate

Warnings: surgery, Sergeant Grey foreshadowing

A/N: this takes place in season 5 episode 5 and is based on Selena Gomez's new single with Benny Blanco and Gracie Abrams.

Summary: You are best friends with Tim and have feelings for him. However he is with Ashley who annoys you.

Word Count : 2100+

Call Me When You Break Up

You and Tim have been best friends for years (maybe even more), and he’s also your roommate. He’s been there through all your hardships on and off the job. You would stay up and talk about everything even when you were taking off your makeup. It would be anything from weird situations on patrol to TV shows you both watched. But then he started dating Ashely after he worked with her father Jerry on that scavenger hunt; everything changed.

“Ugh, Ashely is here again.” You groan as Angela sits at her desk. 

“What’s so bad about that?” Angela asks as she starts looking at the case file she just got. 

“She’s annoying. Her voice is high-pitched, and she’s always interrupting us when we are trying to do our jobs. Even at home she just randomly shows up unannounced.” You explain to her as you both look across the room where Ashley is kissing Tim obnoxiously. 

“Ah, I see. You're jealous, “she concludes with a smirk. 

Recently you have been battling the lack of you and Tim. Going on dates with strangers and ending up in their beds just to suppress your feelings in the basement. 

“I—I am not,” you say defensively while still stuttering lightly.

“Mhmm,” she replies, clearly not believing you, but she knows you all too well. 

“Look, I’m emotionally bankrupt. It wouldn’t work out between us.” You say back. 

“From what I’ve heard, he doesn’t seem so happy with her. He never speaks about her when I talk to him. I’m sure he’s got feelings for you that he’s too scared to admit. “Angela says trying to reassure you. 

“Thanks, but unless he calls me when they break up, I won’t believe it.” you say back 

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“We should let Marshal pick the restaurant for all the sergeants' meetings,” Sergeant Grey says to Tim when they come back from the garage area. 

  “Nah, Ashley’s got me on this whole 30 diet, no bread,” he replies.

“You’re missing out,” Sergeant Grey says back. 

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“7-Adam-7 back up is needed at St. Stephen’s hospital; be advised the homicide suspect has disappeared within the hospital and is now on lockdown,” dispatch informs over the radio in your shop. 

You nod at your rookie, Sara Murphy, and she picks up the radio and says, ”7-Adam-7, show us responding “. 

“Good job, Boot.” You say as you hit the lights and sirens and head to the hospital. 

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When you walk into the hospital, you see Chen, Nolan, and Jaurez in the waiting room with Tim, who looks like he’s in pain.

“What happened?” you ask as you rush over to him as he winces when Lucy tries to get him into a chair.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” he says, clearly lying.

“No, you're not.” Lucy says before turning to you, "He took down a suspect, and his back started acting up.” 

You look around, find the closest nurse, and wave them over.

“Lucy, you go with him, and I’ll let Sergeant Grey know that he cannot act as a supervisor. Murphy, I want you to help Nolan and Jaurez find the suspect. Do everything he tells you to do until I come back.” You explain taking charge because with Tim out of commission, you are now senior officer on scene. 

“Yes, ma’am. “. Your rookie says, as you leave to go call Sergeant Grey. 

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“Oh, there you two are,” Sergeant Grey says as he steps into the observation room where Lopez and Harper are. 

“Are you ok?” Lopez asks. 

“Yeah, you’re looking kind of shiny.” Harper says. 

“Yeah, I’m just feeling kind of warm. Anyway, I thought you two should know: Y/L/N called from the hospital; Tim’s out of commission, and there’s a homicide suspect on the loose. I got to go over to be a supervisor.” 

“There’s a killer in the hospital with my mother, and is Tim ok?” Lopez asks, concerned for her best friend and mother. 

“I don’t know the details on Tim yet, but your mother will be fine. I assigned Thorsen to her door.”. 

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After you call Sergeant Grey, you join the search for the homicide suspect. 

“How’s it going at home with Ashley being around?” Murphy, your rookie asks. 

“Boot, you know I don’t do personal questions,” you say back. 

“To be clear, you said no personal questions in the shop.” She shoots back. 

“Very well. Ashley is nice and all, but she’s there too often. She’s always leaving the kitchen a mess, and I can’t even talk to Tim when I need to because they're always making out or in his room and doing you know what. And I think I smelled my perfume on her last week. “You reply, sounding slightly confused about her possibly using your perfume. 

“Oh, I see. You can’t even talk to him about it because she is always there and knowing you like to keep personal issues separate from work, so you can’t even talk to him about it.” Sara concludes 

“Exactly,” you reply. 

“You know you guys are so alike,” she says. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, concerned. 

“Well, from what Lucy has told me, you both are very professional and keep your personal lives separate, and you kind of have your own versions of ‘Tim Tests”. She explains. 

“That reminds me I should probably go call Ashely and Genny and make sure they know he’s here,” you say, trying to change the subject.

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Once you radio that the south wing is clear, you both step towards the elevator just as Sergeant Grey steps out. 

“Oh, hi, Sir,” you say, greeting him before he passes out on the floor in front of you two.

“Oh no. I’ll go find a doctor,” Sara says to you before running off.

“Thank you,” you call after her as you check his pulse and call it in.

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“Good thing I was on the Whole30 diet; food poisoning is no joke, “Tim says to Sergeant Grey in their shared hospital room. 

“Oh, ahh, Marshal can never pick the breakfast place again.” Sergeant Grey groans in the bed next to him.

You walk into their room with Lucy and Sara in tow. 

“This is kind of fun. It’s kind of like a sleepover,” Lucy says lightheartedly while Sara giggles quietly next to her. 

 Sergeant Grey rolls over and groans. 

“Should I call the nurse?” Lucy asks, concerned. 

“No, no, no, you need to get back to the station immediately,” he says while clearly in pain.

“What? Why?” Lucy asks, confused.

“Well, with both of us out of commission “, Tim starts while looking at you. 

“And me having to lead the search in finding the homicide suspect.” 

“And based on seniority, Smitty's in charge.” You both explain while looking nervous.

“Oh, OHHH,” Lucy says once she understands. 

“You’re still standing there,” Sergeant Grey says. 

“If you need anything, just call me, Lucy,” you say to her, and she thanks you before running out the door.

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“You know it’s ok to be nervous, Tim,” Sergeant Grey says to reassure Tim about his surgery. 

“I know, but I may or may not be able to walk after this. I’m going to go use my legs while I still can.” He says getting out of bed and putting on his hospital slides. 

He stumbles into the hallway and sees a strange man that has blood on his scrubs. He knows it's the homicide suspect, so he tries to stop him, but he’s too weak from the fragment in his spine. 

Sergeant Grey hears the commotion and comes out to see what's going on. 

The suspect pushes Tim against the wall hard and runs and pushes Sergeant Grey as he escapes. A doctor runs down the hall and immediately takes Tim’s face in his hands, and Ashley runs over to them. 

“The fragment must have moved closer to his spinal cord, and that's what's causing his paralysis. We need to do surgery now.” The doctor explains to her. 

“Call my sister but don’t tell Y/N,” Tim says as Sergeant Grey walks over. 

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A couple of days later, while you're out with your friends, your phone rings. 

“Hey, can you come back soon?” Tim asks when you pick up the phone. 

“Yeah, are you ok?” You ask worriedly because he’s still on leave from his surgery. 

“Yeah, I’m fine; I just need to see you,” he says a little nervously at the other end.

“Ok, I’ll be back soon," you reply, and you say goodbye to your friends.

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When you get home, you see Tim lounging on the couch with a beer sitting on the coffee table with the Rams game on. He’s wearing a tight grey short-sleeved shirt and grey sweatpants. Kojo is behind him in his bed, and once he hears the door shut, he happily runs over to you. He sits patiently at your feet as you take off your shoes and hang your pink Coach purse on the stand by the door. 

“Hi, Kojo, "you greet while bending down to pet him. Once you stand and head over to the couch, you gesture for him to follow you. 

“So, what’s up?” you ask Tim as you and Kojo plop down on the couch next to him. 

He sighs nervously, grabs the remote next to him, and shuts the TV off. He takes a sip of his beer and turns his body to face you once he sets the bottle back down on the brown table in front of you. 

“Well, Ashley broke up with me about a week ago," he says. 

“I’m sorry, how do you feel about it?” You ask, sort of concerned. 

“Well, at first, I was really upset considering she did break up with me right after I got out of surgery. “ He explains, looking at Kojo next to you. 

“She did what?” You ask loud enough to startle him and Kojo. 

He swallows, obviously not expecting you to react so abruptly.

“Yeah, that’s not even the worst part. She broke up with me because I didn’t want to retire. She didn’t want to go through what she’s been going through with Jerry,” he said. 

“That makes me like her even less,” you grumble.

“Wait, you didn’t like her?” He asks, not knowing about your disapproval. 

“Not at all. She was annoying,” you groan.

“What did she do that annoyed you?” He inquires, looking confused and concerned at the same time.

“Well, for starters, she would leave stuff out in the kitchen, and I'm pretty sure I smelled my perfume on her a couple of times,” you explain to him, clearly grateful that she wouldn’t be around anymore.

“Well, why didn’t you come to me when you had a problem with her?” He asks, sort of hurt, that you didn’t say anything. You were best friends after all. 

“That’s another thing,” you start. “She was all over you so much that I couldn’t. You were always making out on the couch or doing who knows what in your room. Even at work I couldn’t escape it. I felt alone; all I had was Kojo, who I’m incredibly grateful for,” I say, turning toward him and petting his head. 

“I’m sorry you felt so alone because of me. It’ll never happen again. And I mean it,” he says with a sad look on his face.

“It’s ok; it wasn’t your fault. So, was that what you needed to see me about?" You ask nervously, thinking there might be more to it than just talking about him breaking up with Ashley. 

“Not exactly,” he says while sighing nervously. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you this for a while now, but I've been so scared to ruin our friendship. I’m just going to come out and say it. I’ve been in love with you for at least a year now." He finally confesses.

You look at him shocked with your mouth agape. You didn’t expect him to confess.

“I’m in love with you too,” you finally say. 

“So, all those nights you were gone didn’t mean anything?” He asks, remembering times you would go out and not come home until the next day with the same clothes on. 

“No, I tried every possible replacement to surpass my feelings for you once you started dating Ashley. I could hear you two the nights I was here. “You explained. 

He leans closer and cups your face gently and begins kissing you. You immediately start kissing him back as his soft lips brush against yours. You place your hand on his leg, and he lifts you up and sets you down in his lap, but then you remember his surgery and pull back. 

“Tim, you literally had major surgery; what are you doing?” You ask heavily worried.

“I’m fine; I just want to hold you,” he protests with a cute, pouty face. “Also you taking charge the other day was hot”.

You climb off of him as you giggle at him and stand up and stick your arm out for him to grab. 

“Come,” you say, and he stands up carefully and holds your hand.

You lead him into your room carefully, and Kojo follows closely. Kojo jumps on the foot of the bed while you sit by the pillows.

“Come lay down,” you say, gesturing to the space next to you.

He carefully rounds the front of your queen-sized bed and lies flat on his back. 

Once you make sure he’s not in pain, you lean over, kiss his forehead, lay your head on his chest, and settle close to his side.

“I don’t think I've ever been in your room before,” he mutters above you. 

“There never was a reason to,” you respond below him.

“There is now,” he chuckles softly.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Bless You Celina Juarez

[watcherwiki]

Ghost Files spotted on ABC!

In a recent episode of the ABC series, The Rookie, two of the characters are watching tv and it shows an episode of Ghost Files!

The moment was posted on Instagram.

Looking at what Ryan's wearing (no beanie and shorts) it was easy to tell the episode is GF 2x02 The Trapped Spirits of a Haunted Escape Room. The dialogue in the second screenshot is Ryan saying "There's something in here." which is also how we confirmed the episode and GF timestamp.

The moment is brief but fans have noted that it might be leading to a longer cameo by the ghoul boys in a future episode!

[lsunstreakerl]

3k of project emt! I picked a path here for the mitties and stuck with it, so if that's not your jam I respect it, because I didn't think it was mine either, but. here we are. relevant tags below the cut. max pov! explicit! (max/yuki and max/daniel)

relevant heads up: omegaverse (duh), mitties, maxussy, yukussy(?), in context of the mitties: biological milk (max is just as confused as you are)

Max is chatting with Gabi about tire temps in the hallway- there's not immediately any cameras or boom mics around, which is, he's sure, the only reason Gabi even thinks about it.

They're laughing about a joke Crane had made off stream the other night, getting ready to leave, when Gabi darts forward. Max assumed it's for a hug, so he's thoroughly unprepared for Gabi to nose at his neck, hands snaking up the front of his chest and squeezing.

He doesn't mean to gasp- it's not appropriate, wildly out of form- but Gabi's thin fingers are gone as quickly as they'd appeared.

"Thank you dame!"

It's tossed over his shoulder with a bright grin as Gabi leaves, and Max is left standing in the hallway, cheeks bright red. It's not Gabi's fault, he couldn't possibly have known how sensitive Max's chest has gotten.

Still. Max needs to get a handle on things. The dame instincts are getting out of hand.

------

Max doesn't consider Yuki one of the pups- he's just old enough to not trigger Max's instincts, but he's still not entirely close with the other omega.

At least, he didn't think so.

He might need to reevaluate. Yuki comes into his hotel room after an impromptu meeting about the car, and Max had been able to see the incredulous expression he'd been wearing throughout the meeting.

The car is definitely worse than they're letting on.

The other omega doesn't even knock- just lets himself into Max's room, swinging the door shut behind him as he toes his shoes off and advances towards where Max is lounging on the bed playing FIFA.

"Yuki?"

Max pauses the game, trying to parse out Yuki's scent. Irritation, worry, stress- he's confused for a moment on the more subtle notes before he realizes Yuki is also wet.

Yuki doesn't slow in his approach, hopping up onto the bed and crawling over Max, tossing his controller to the side before he straddles his hips, face dropping down into Max's chest.

"This team is fucked, why did no one say anything?"

Max decides it's probably best not to mention that he's been saying things. He runs a hand down Yuki's back, comforting in the way he does for the pups, even if this situation is decidedly different- Yuki has one of Max's thighs pinned between his own, and his fingers are pushing up underneath his shirt.

Usually when a pack member storms in wanting to fuck, it's one of the alphas.

"It is a good chance to prove yourself?"

Max offers it weakly, and Yuki lifts his head to glare at him as he tugs at Max's shirt, pulling it off over his head.

"I don't want your press answers, I want-"

His hands slide up Max's abs, and he shivers when Yuki's hands cup his chest, pupils dilating.

The moan that rips out of him when Yuki squeezes is a noise Max will need to take to his grave. His head drops back, and his scent sweetens with the notes of slick and arousal. Yuki purrs as he noses at Max's neck, scenting him. His hands rhythmically squeeze at Max's chest, and Max squirms slightly underneath him.

It feels weird, weirder than it did before he had the dame instincts. His pecs feel more dense, feel heavier on his chest. He's pretty sure it's actually impacted his weight.

"Yuki-"

The younger omega is grinding his hips on Max's thigh, hot and wet. He shuffles down, nosing at Max's collarbones before biting gently at the rounded muscle on the right side.

"They are perfect."

He sounds distracted, eyes looking at where his hands are cupping Max's chest, and Max whines, caught up in the sensations. They're new, not something he's used to- and he's been busy with the team and the pups lately, hasn't had a whole lot of time to go find someone to fuck him.

Yuki leaves another small bite, starbursts of sensation under Max's skin.

"Like stressballs."

What.

Max lifts his head, offended, and Yuki grins wide at him before he drops his head down, wrapping his lips around one of Max's nipples as he squeezes again.

Max jerks up, hands flying to Yuki's hair as his eyes roll back. It feels so good, like he's right on the precipice of something, but he can't quite get there.

Yuki purrs, hips rolling into Max's thigh harder as he sucks, bringing Max closer to the edge as he switches to the other side.

Max's chest is spit slick and red, marked with small bites scattered across the skin. He's soaked, trying helplessly to buck up against Yuki, who's getting more and more uncoordinated the closer he gets, scent thick and rich in the room.

Max wiggles a hand down between Yuki's hips and waistband. He's a good pack omega, knows what makes everyone tick- it's why he doesn't hesitate to slide three fingers into Yuki's wet heat, satisfied at the rush of slick he gets in response. He's thumbing at his clit as Yuki whines, and then the younger omega is biting down, hard.

Max's eyes roll back into his head, back arching. His fingers lock up inside of Yuki, whose desperate grind is starting to slow.

It feels- he feels-

He feels full, in a way that hurts. He has no idea what to do about it, and he's never felt this way before.

Yuki is panting softly against his skin, finally settling down as Max withdraws his fingers. He's still wet, aching inside, but it's nothing compared to the way his chest feels.

Yuki shuffles further down the bed, but Max stops him with a hand in his hair before he can get his face between his legs.

"I'm okay, mate."

Yuki cocks his head, but he listens, nodding as he slides off the bed. He leans down to press a kiss against Max's lips, scent gentle and satisfied, lingering in the room.

"Thank you Max. You are a good pack omega, and dame for the pups."

Max makes a confused noise. He's disoriented and horny- he's desperate, but not to get fucked, and it's doing weird things to his brain.

Yuki tilts his head, nodding at Max's chest.

"I'm sure they appreciate it."

Max is not any less confused.

------

Kimi panics when their meeting room door swings open, grabbing the paper with their Max list on it and shoving it down Ollie's shirt. They're all caught looking extremely guilty when Yuki steps in.

The older omega looks thoroughly unimpressed.

"Let me see it."

He makes a grab for Ollie's chest, who shuffles backwards.

"Mate, don't tit grab, it's rude."

Gabi snorts, and Yuki rolls his eyes.

"The entire pack knows what you are up to, let me see the list."

Ollie tugs it from his shirt, passing it over. Yuki snags the pen from where it's tucked behind Jack's ear, scrawling a new line at the bottom.

Project EMT:

Soft? Yes

Squishy? Yes

Comforting? Yes

Pillowy? Yes

Milk??? Yes

Kimi feels the blood rush out of his head at the new line, eyes going wide as he looks at Yuki.

Liam's eyes bug out of his head, and he's whipping his head back around to the older omega.

"Does it-"

Yuki frowns.

"I can tell it is there. I'm not sure Max knows it is there."

He shrugs.

"There is buildup. He will produce for you all, since you are pups."

Kimi's mouth is watering. He'd known coming into Formula 1 that things would be different- they'd gotten extreme lucky that their pack omega is as kind and welcoming as Max has been, and they're even luckier that Max's instincts have latched onto them.

Having a dame- most of them haven't had a dame since Formula 3, the last category where teams are required to have one on site.

Yuki wiggles his finger at them.

"Behave."

He leaves, door swinging shut behind him. There's a beat of silence.

And then a second one.

They're all scrambling at once a moment later, reevaluating, trying to figure how best to tackle this new information.

They need to know.

------

"Hey, Max."

Brad steps into his room, hands casually in his pockets. He's got scent blocking patches on, so Max can't pick up on his scent, but he looks relaxed.

Max pauses his laptop where he's been watching onboards, turning his attention to Brad.

"Brad?"

His trainer shifts, taking a deep breath before steeling himself, and Max narrows his eyes, wary.

"I wanted to talk to you about some biological stuff? And I'm not sure we're on the same page, mate."

Max shuts his laptop. This seems like... not a short conversation. He leans back against the couch, sighing.

"The dame thing has really fucked with me, honestly. I have no idea what's going on."

Brad winces.

"Yeah, about that. I think maybe you're suppressing some of those instincts?"

Max makes a face. He's much better about listening to his instincts now than he'd been when he was younger- he used to be terrible about it. Sure, the new instincts with the pups have been throwing him off, but he's still trying to listen.

"Not on purpose."

Brad nods.

"I didn't think so, I just, uh. I take it you didn't really have a dame in your life?"

He's right. Max hasn't gotten to spend all that much time with his own mother, and he'd never been allowed to spend time with the team dames that karting crews had- it was a glaring sign of weakness. Seb was the pack omega when Max had made it to Formula 1, but he wasn't a dame- although knowing what Max knows now, he wonders if spending time around Seb as a pup his rookie year could've changed that.

Probably not. Being a pup hadn't mattered anywhere else.

Max winces.

"Not really."

Brad reaches into his backpack, pulling out paper packets.

"Yeah, I figured. I printed you out some research and all that if you want to read on your own time, but mainly there's. Um. I've got a slightly awkward question for you, and I promise I'm only asking as your physio, okay?"

Max narrows his eyes.

"Okay...?"

"Are you producing?"

Max blinks at him.

"What?"

"Like. Milk."

The flush starts at his cheeks and ears, and Max buries his face into his hands,trying to ignore the hot flash of embarrassment that shoots through him. He'd been wondering-

"Ah, no? But-"

If there was ever someone Max should be honest to, it's Brad.

"-my chest has been feeling weird?"

Brad purses his lips, nodding.

"I'm going to be honest, I'm not specialized with dames, mate. I went over it in school, but it's not my specialty. Are you okay if I reach out to a peer about it? Try and figure out what's best for your situation?"

Max winces, but he understands. Brad signed up for a world champion who happened to be an omega- he didn't sign up for a pack dame.

Neither did Max, but there's nothing he can do about that.

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"Absolutely not."

Brad sighs, looking pleadingly at him.

"I can't speak for how the pack runs, Max, but I can tell you what I'm seeing, which is that there's growing pups in the pack, and you're trying to provide for them."

Max wrinkles his nose, glancing down at his own chest. It's definitely gotten bigger.

"How would I even...?"

His trainer shrugs.

"That's between you and the pack. But you need to figure out a way to, um, dispense it. Otherwise you might have actual health problems. For what it's worth, Nate said that it's good for pack bonds and emotional regulation for pups, so."

Great.

------

Max ignores it. Ignores it when his chest is sore, ignores it when his suit is tight zipping up to his neck, ignores it when he can't fall asleep, shifting uncomfortably.

At the same time, it feels like the pack is out to get him. The pups are constantly at chest height, always wanting scenting and hugs, and Max can't help himself from watching them carefully- it's stupid, they have trainers and strict diet plans, their nutrition is just fine.

He's not even thinking about the older pack members, who are becoming equally as obsessed. A few days ago Lando had spent thirty minutes eating him out on AirMax before propping his chin on Max's hip, sweetly asking if he can suck his tits.

Max had gone bright red and kicked him out of the nest.

Carlos has been more tactile than usual, squeezing at Max's hips or smacking him on the ass, and Charles has been just as bad, blatantly incapable of raising his head to at least pretend he's looking Max in the eyes.

Lewis has been nearby more often than not, especially during press. It hasn't escaped Max's notice that he and Lewis are in the same conferences, the way the pack alpha carefully watches the media. He and Lewis aren't like that- they work well as a team taking care of the pack, but generally Lewis isn't protective of him.

He's not thinking about any of that at the moment, legs wrapped around Daniel's head as he whines, the soft skin of his thighs rubbed raw by stubble.

"Fuck, Danny- please-"

It's a panting gasp. He has his fingers curled tight in the alphas hair, tugging as Daniel twists another finger inside him, mouth wet as he licks sloppily over his clit.

There's a low rumble against him, Daniel's scent heavy and thick in the room, intertwined with the sticky sweet notes of Max's own arousal.

Max feels a soft scrape of teeth against his skin, long fingers curling just right as he moans, legs pulling Daniel closer into his cunt. He's overwhelmed, sensitive from his last orgasm, but Daniel feels so good, and he's more than happy to spend hours down between Max's legs.

Max doesn't have hours- doesn't even have seconds as Daniel sucks at him again, free hand skating up his abs and groping at his chest.

The feeling of the alphas palm across his chest has him bucking up into Daniel's mouth, but he can't go anywhere, cresting higher and higher until he comes, arching up off the bed.

"Alpha, Danny, so good-"

Max tugs Daniel up with the fingers in his hair, and he goes willingly. He's grinning, Max's slick across his face, and he smells deeply satisfied as he settles on top of Max, shoving his face into his neck.

It's filthy- Daniel's heavy possessiveness, Max's own slick being smeared across his scent glands.

It'll probably piss off Lewis. Daniel isn't technically part of the pack anymore, but Max doesn't care. He formed a pack bond with Daniel before the rest of the drivers pack bothered to care- Max isn't leaving him behind.

He's purring, vibrations rattling through his chest as he starts to come down. He's on cycle schedulers, so while he only has real heats a few times a year, he has mock heats much more frequently. The doctor had described it with some kind of pressure valve analogy.

Max doesn't mind. He's enjoyed being able to see Daniel again, and the few days they've been together have been nice. He missed his scent, the way he fits perfectly around and inside of Max, how he knows exactly what Max needs.

He runs his fingers through Daniel's curls, thinking.

"Dan?"

There's a sleepy hum from on top of him.

"What's up, Maxy?"

Max wiggles slightly underneath him, forcing Daniel to blink his eyes open.

"Is it weird? To be a dame, and take care of pups that aren't mine?"

Daniel makes a face, pushing his scent stronger as he eyes Max.

"No? Maybe to you, since you've never had a healthy relationship in your life, but that's perfectly normal everywhere else. It's the entire point of having dames, Max. So that there's always someone who can watch pups, even if their parents aren't around. Jesus, Maxy, it's practically a foundational part of a pack."

Max swats at him, glaring.

"I'm not stupid, Daniel. I know why dames are important, I just. The rookies are older pups? They are almost not even pups anymore. There's only a year between Liam and Yuki."

Daniel is squinting at him. He gets grumpy whenever Max tries to talk to him after sex- prefers to take postcoital naps.

"So?"

Max frowns. Daniel is being dense on purpose.

"So why would I only-"

He pauses. He hasn't talked about the milk thing with Daniel- or with anyone outside of Brad, because it's embarrassing. Even though the papers Brad gave him labeled it as an expected result of the hormone switch when he became a dame, which has made Max wonder if everyone already knows.

If that's the case, he's throwing himself off the roof.

Daniel rumbles, nosing at his jaw.

"Whatever you're stressing about, quit it. The pack loves you. The rookies adore you. You couldn't fuck it up if you tried, Max."

Max instinctively purrs in response, soothed by the low notes from Daniel.

"I know, I just. I do not want them to feel the way I felt."

Daniel's scent takes on a sad tinge as he snuggles closer into Max.

"You could drop out of their lives tomorrow and you still would've done more for them than anyone did for you. I don't think you should worry about that."

Max tucks his head into Daniel's neck, running the bridge of his nose across his scent gland.

"Thank you, Danny."

He's already falling back asleep on top of Max. He'll ask him about the milk thing later, when he's awake again.

He will.

------

Max never ends up talking to Daniel about it.

He keeps putting it out of his mind, racing and looking at data, working with Yuki to try and make their undrivable car into something that can last an entire race.

He massages at his chest at night, trying to ignore how good it feels, getting rid of the constant heavy ache. It always leaves him damp between his thighs, but he refuses to get his wires crossed any further than he already has- takes cold showers instead.

It works great. It's a good system, he hasn't had any problems, and it's fine.

It's fine until Isack gets sick.

[sgtbradfords]

chenford + lyrics -> Dressed Down // Hudson Westbrook

Don't need to rush now baby We can stay for one more song With that look you got lately We can do whatever you want

[atwhughesversion]

actually gonna cry bc i miss happy petey and i hate all of the media and fans making him feel bad abt himself rn

[eirianerisdar]

Isack's crying. Oh no. Oh no.

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CHENFORD KISSES 😘 (a much-needed update 🙂‍↕️)

[hufflepotato-18]

UMM, THIS WAS THEM IN SEASON 1 EPISODE 6?? SIX??? S-I-X???? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK