#lucy x smitty

[westwingwolf]

Chenford Week 2023: Something's Missing Day

Title: The Babysmitter

Rating: General

Characters: Tim Bradford, Lucy Chen, Quigley Smitty, Original Child Character

Summary: Smitty offers to babysit Tim and Lucy's child while they are both working. What could possibly go wrong?

[rookieoneil]

Lucy: have you ever heard the expression looks can be deceiving?

Smitty: nope

Lucy: it’s what’s inside that counts!

smitty: nope.

Tim: what’s wrong with you?

Smitty: ooo that one I’ve heard!

[dreamerrgirl]

Would you consider writing a fic where Grey is waiting for Tim to check in but he and Lucy are busy in the Laundry room? Lmao I was inspired by the Mr. Bean gif set. It’d be a hilarious exchagne between Tim/Grey cuz Grey knows all and I’m sure Tim came back looking…interesting ha!

Hahaha I love this idea, that gif set cracks me up every time! For anyone who hasn't seen it, here is the inspiration for this fic by @kat-rose-griffith

Tim hurried through the precinct doors, darting around people with lightning speed as he made a beeline for Grey's office. He couldn't believe how late he was- he was never this late for anything, ever.

"There you are Sarge," Smitty greeted him, coming out of nowhere. Tim nearly crashed into the older officer as he stepped directly in Tim's path. "Grey was about to send out a search party."

Tim groaned internally, externally shaking his head at Smitty. "Are you ever out on patrol?" he grumbled, tired of this man always being up in everyone's business.

"Good luck in there," Smitty grinned, clapping him on the shoulder before sauntering away, leaving Tim with a birds eye view of Grey's office, the Sargent leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed, staring daggers at Tim through the glass.

Shit.

Taking a deep breath, Tim continued on his journey, coming to a halt just inside Grey's office, standing up straight and clasping his hands behind his back, ready for whatever Grey was about to throw at him.

"Sargent Bradford!" Grey declared, spreading his arms wide. "How nice of you to join me. I was only expecting you, oh I don't know, 45 minutes ago." He checked his watch while saying this, raising an eyebrow in Tim's direction.

"Yes Sir," Tim nodded.

"I take it the check-in went longer than anticipated."

"Yes Sir."

"Are you a broken record?"

"No Sir."

Grey sighed. "Tim, shut the door and sit down, and stop talking like a robot. You're not back in the army."

Tim did what he was told, feeling like a scolded child. As soon as he sat down, the questions just kept on coming.

"So, the check-in didn't go as planned?"

Tim's mind flashed to the images of Lucy leggings laying on the grimy floor, her bare body sprawled back against the top of the dryer, the sounds of her muffled moans and their labored breathing echoing in his ears.

Didn't go as planned would be an understatement- not that he was complaining.

Truly at a loss for words, Tim simply shook his head.

"Is Lucy okay, does she need to pull the plug?"

"No, she's okay, she's good, she just wasn't expecting that is all. She said Tesca thinks it could be one of his men, or his brothers. She's hoping to use this as an opportunity to gain his trust."

"Smart move," Grey nodded. "And how are you doing? I heard it was a close one out there."

Tim shrugged. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

The look Grey gave him was full of skepticism, and Tim could practically hear the older man saying: really, because I'm pretty sure getting shot in the back unaware and without backup is something that nobody could handle.

"I'm good, really."

"Alright," Grey raised his hands in defense. "Glad to hear it. Now go and get some rest, you're going to need it in the morning."

Tim nodded his agreement, rising from the chair and making his way towards the door.

"Oh, and Tim," Grey called, his voice smug. Tim paused at the doorframe, turning around to see Grey smirking at him. "Your shirt's on inside out."

[makeoutstopcrime]

I love SO MUCH the contrast (and similarities) between Tim’s big gesture at the end of last episode of taking the desk job with no hesitation, and Lucy spending literally the entire episode plotting and researching and planning and PUTTING ON A HAZMAT SUIT TO CLEAN SMITTY’S RV so that Tim can have a job he is excited about. The big gesture. The million little gestures. It’s so them and I am on my ROOF.

[dimandjuicybradfordchen]

Why do I feel like Lucy just agreed that Smitty will be the DJ at the chenford wedding?

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Patrice You Legend 

[my-shields-are-down]

Bathtub 🛁

#one word prompt #Chenford one shot

Lucy sighed as she watched the 6 burly workers lift and then struggle to carry out the original claw foot tub from the garage to their truck. They had to use the motorized hoist to get it up onto the flatbed - the bathtub was that heavy.

She was sad - that tub had been what made her fall in love with this house from the start. Sitting next to a massive window overlooking their back garden where flowers and vegetables grew happily, birds and bunnies nipped at her tomatoes, and her kids spent hours weeding as punishment for various wrongs. The window and everything below in the garden remained. However, after a series of… “incidents”… the bathroom had been completely remodeled and the claw foot tub ripped out and banished to the garage with the lawnmower until it could be sent on its merry way.

Lucy had originally been gleeful because the tub was super-sized, meaning both she and Tim could soak in hot oily bubbles together without feeling like sardines smooshed as the lid is sealed shut on their can. She’d had several erotic dreams of them making love in that tub.

To celebrate the unpacking of the last box, she had filled the tub with hot water, jasmine and orchid skin softening oils, jasmine bubbling bath salts and she lit two large jasmine scented candles on the cushion-less tile window seat in the corner of the room - far away from anything flammable.

Her first thought that this bath might not work out as expected, was when she climbed into the tub herself . The drop from the rim to the bottom was quite a bit larger than she anticipated. So when she dropped down to the bottom of the tub, she was fully submerged. She couldn’t lie in the tub with her head resting on the rim and her ass on the bottom. She’d have to use significantly less water in her bath.

Then just as she resurfaced and began deeply breathing in air while wiping the bubbles off her face, Tim came in and started to climb in behind her. Unfortunately, when Lucy came up for air moments ago, she had flung the hot oil infused bath water onto the marble floor. That’s exactly where Tim placed his support leg as he lifted his right leg up and into the bath. The shifting of Tim’s weight on the floor, lowered the friction keeping him in place and his left leg shot off to the side. Tim was leaning forward when he lost his balance and fell into the tub onto Lucy, causing her to go under again. Luckily for Tim, he didn’t go under. But he did grab onto Lucy’s shoulder under water to steady himself as he dragged his long legs into the tub, in essence drowning her until he was more or less in place.

The second he relaxed and let go of Lucy, she shot up and out of the water flailing her arms for something to hold onto and inadvertently punching Tim on the bridge of his nose between his eyes. Five minutes later after Lucy finished coughing and Tim could kind of see out of one eye, the water had cooled sufficiently such that neither wanted to be in the goddamn bathtub any longer and they both warily climbed out, rinsing off in the shower and going to bed. Tim made Lucy take him to the ER around 4 am when both of his eyes had swollen shut and blood was trickling out of his nose onto his pillow. Lucy laughs now because while she had bad hair for a day, Tim had two black eyes, a broken nose and desk duty for two weeks.

From that point on, while they did enjoy baths together or by themselves, they did so with a degree of caution and never with anything smelling remotely like jasmine. But that’s not the reason they were saying “bye bye” to the bathtub.

It’s a hilarious story Lucy tells often with a lot of side-eye from Tim. But….

Tim and Lucy soon realize that if Lucy couldn’t safely bathe in the tub, then their future kids and pets could also be in various forms of danger, that meant the tub had to go.

A lower, wider- let’s fit the whole family or 5 large dogs in there -teak Japanese soaking tub now sat along the wall where the tile window seat once was in their new Zen bathroom with stacked slate walls, bamboo + teak (with ambient heat ) flooring, and built in brass happy fat Buddha and dragon water spouts which made the kids laugh. Lucy had designed and loved the new bathroom, but was secretly bummed the claw tub had to leave.

Lucy feels two sticky hands on her bare calves and looks down to see her little boy Patrick - or Kai- as they were starting to call him - tapping on her legs and softly singing, “mama mama mama.” Lucy smiles as she makes eye contact with Tim’s eyes in a 3-year old mini boy-version of herself wearing red Hawaiian board shorts, little boy vans and a black t-shirt that says, “Mama loves me” in big red letters. Kai was his usual, bright, sunny, friendly, happy-go-lucky-self.

Once the flatbed truck had left and the workers waved goodbye to Lucy and Kai, she picked up the lad and smothered him in kisses as they went back inside so she could prepare for the christening of the new tub that night.

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Woke up in the middle of a night to simplify it. Still not 100% happy with it. Might change it again in the morning.

[weirdo4life1022]

Okay, but can I just say…I LOVE SMITTY!! It might have been a filler episode today, but smitty is a friken genius. He’s hilarious. I love him so much. He made my day

[ellickalways]

why was that ep SO GOOD holy shit

[deeg9]

Chapter 4 is up!  Summary: Tim helps Lucy stay present as a heat wave hits LA and they take a series of strange calls from Dispatch. When Tim drops a bomb, Lucy isn't sure how she feels about it.

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Rookie (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen Characters: Tamara Collins, Lucy Chen (The Rookie), Tim Bradford, Angela Lopez, Aaron Thorsen, John Nolan (The Rookie) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Idiots in Love

[westwingwolf]

Summary: Smitty solves Lucy's problem with the detectives list and asks for a favor in return.

Rating: Teen

Characters: Lucy Chen, Tim Bradford, Quigley Smitty, Angela Lopez, Nyla Harper, Ryan Caradine

Pairing: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen

Spoilers: Through 'Trouble in Paradise" Episode 603.

[hannahsfandos]

“So… Why didn’t you tell me you almost died chasing down that shooter at the restaurant?”

“Because I didn’t... Who told you?” “It doesn’t matter, and we’ll set aside the fact that you left it out of the report so I wouldn’t find out.” “I did not.”

So... who told Lucy?

1. Smitty

“Hey Chen,” Lucy rolled her eyes as she looked up at Smitty, a habit she’d picked up from Tim.

“Smitty,” she smiled politely, closing the report she was looking over, “what can I do for you?”

“Chen, ask not what you can do for Smitty, but what Smitty can do for you.” Smitty grinned, nodding at her.

[luc1fersducky]

Luci x Fem!Reader (smut)

WARNINGS FOR BELOW CUT !!! : praise kink, cunnilingus (oral f recieving basically), daddy kink, DIRTY TALK OH ABSOLUTELY, some downright filthy smitty smut, luci being gentle but getting a bit pussydrunk, overstim!!!!, whiny luci if u squint im a sucker for a whiny man

A/N : this is my first attempt at writing smut so pls be gentle about it :,) im just writing out my thoughts in a little oneshot cos duh

he is so 🥹🥹🥹 oh to have him look at me that way 🫶

for my amazing mootie @heart-of-the-morningstar <3

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

Lucifer Morningstar who has a literal oral fixation on you, walking in after helping Charlie at the hotel to you in your cute little nightgown, leaving so little to the imagination; how the black silk hugs each and every little curve of your body, cupping and defining each detail of your upper half, but most importantly:

your hips. or most specifially, the way the fabric fell in between your plump thighs, to where Lucifer had all but dreamed to have such a delectable dessert. What really had to tie in the deal was the way that your usually innocent smile was replaced with that of lustful intentions, a treat for him to devour and deduce to a babbling mess that he could have all to himself :<

Lucifer Morningstar who's prideful ego soaked in your helpless, high-pitched whines as he had coerced you onto the bed, whispering all of his thoughts into your ear as he took off the nightgown, "what I'd give to bury my face in between your legs for hours, feel them shake around my head," letting out an almost silent whine himself at the sheer thought of it, "I'd take such good care, so gentle with such a delicate little angel...."

He'd carry on describing each and every detail, confidently as he fondled wirh each body part until he paused at the area you'd been whimpering for him to touch, to eat as if it was his last meal on death row. He'd lay you down ever so gently, slowly moving down to admire the way your slick shimmered in the dim moonlight, before sliding a finger down your slit. The moan you let out was downright sinful as he made eye contact with you, licking his finger dry,

"Delicious, as always, pretty little angel. I want you tocome undone beneath me, what'd ya say? gonna let daddy take care of you?"

Lucifer Morningstar who had became addicted to the taste of your juices, lapping away with skill as his forked tongue darted inside you again. After so many releases, Lucifer just couldn't get enough of your heavenly songs of pleasure, and you couldn't get enough of how emotionally bound you felt as he did such filthy acts. His finger toyed with your clit, laughing slightly as your legs shook and walls clenched,

"Oh sweet girl, that feels good don't it? That's it.. felt that reaction there!! Pretty baby's come all undone on daddy's tongue, hasn't she? I've got ya, almost there angel, that's my good girl.." As you let out a helpless babble, followed by a vocal moan as your legs spasmed and wrapped around his head. When your legs relaxed snd gave way, you weren't given enough time to relish in the feeling of fluffy, airy pleasure when his fingers took the place of his tongue, pressing against that spot that made you see stars.

Lucifer Morningstar who ignored your pleas as his fingers continued to pull out sinful songs form your lungs, kissing lovebites onto your inner thigh "Luci.. 'ts- 'ts too much.. please.." You whimpered shakily, tears spilling as he looks up.

When your blurred eyes meet his, there's a glimmer visible; a caring and meek glimmer, but also a lustful one. One that you just had to make a mental note of. How could he look so gorgeous when bringing you to these lengths of emotions?

After a meer 15 seconds of eye contact, he firmly hit that sensitive spot, eyes squeezing shut. He slowly whines, voice coated in arousal as he admires his work,

"One more baby.. please, make Daddy proud, show me I've done a good job."

[fluentmoviequoter]

The Better, Not So Hidden Half

Part 2 of The Better, Hidden Half

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!reader

Summary: After Tim decided he didn't want to keep you hidden any longer, you meet the rest of his friends (colleagues, as he prefers), but not the way he planned.

Warnings: depiction of minor injuries (Tim), fluff, grumpy!Tim, Smitty, mentions of drugging

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

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When Tim was infected by an unknown biological weapon, he told you that he wanted to stop keeping you separate from the rest of his life. You’re his better half, and he cares deeply about you and your safety, but that doesn’t mean you should be his hidden half. During his short stay in the hospital, Wade introduced you to Lucy Chen, Tim’s rookie, and John Nolan. Since then, however, Tim hasn’t done proper introductions or made any real changes. He has started wearing his wedding ring to work, though, rather than leaving it on a chain around your neck. Baby steps, maybe, but it’s progress.

Your phone rings while Tim is at work, and your breaths grow shallow when you see Wade’s name on the screen. The last time something happened to Tim, Angela called you; any time you see Wade Grey, Angela Lopez, or Talia Bishop’s names appear on your phone, your heart drops in fear for your husband.

“Hey, Wade,” you answer softly.

“Can you please come talk some sense into your husband?” he asks.

Wade's tone and accompanying sigh are all you need to hear to know he’s tired. Sirens have surrounded you all day, so you’re not surprised that something happened.

“About what?” you reply.

“Sorry for the surprise call,” he adds, “I know those can be concerning, so I’ll go ahead and tell you that Tim was in a minor accident, but he’s refusing to get looked at.”

“Shocking,” you joke. “I’ll be there soon. How is he?”

Wade begins to answer, but you hear Tim yell, “If I need a break, I will take one!” in the background.

“Sounds about the same as usual,” you say and answer your question. “See you in a few.”

“Thank you. You’re the best honorary cop I’ve got.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Sergeant Grey.”

When you walk into the Mid-Wilshire Station, Tim and Wade are nowhere to be seen. You see Angela waiting nearby, and she rushes to hug you after you wave.

“Are you finally here to meet everyone? Since someone decided that he needed to talk to you alone to heal last time?” she asks playfully.

“I’m here because Tim is injured and stubborn,” you answer.

“And he’ll still be injured and stubborn after you meet the boots who can’t stop talking about you.”

“Is he okay?” you whisper.

“He’s fine. Barely injured, I promise.”

You nod and thank her before she leads you toward a small crowd of officers. Talia says hello, and the three in long sleeves stand up straighter when they see you.

“Mrs. Bradford, nice to see you again,” Lucy greets.

“You too, Officer Chen,” you reply.

“Lucy, please.”

“You’ve met Lucy and Nolan – however brief Tim kept it. And this is my rookie, Jackson West,” Angela introduces.

“Nice to meet you,” you offer with your handshake.

“So, you married Bradford?” he asks. “Why?”

You chuckle at the question but can’t answer your cliched answer of because I love him, and he’s really just a big softie under the sarcastic eye rolls and grumpy yelling before Nolan asks another question.

“At the hospital, you said less than five words to Tim, and he listened. No complaining, no hateful looks, just immediately obeyed. How do you do that?” Nolan inquires.

“Wait – how did you meet?” Jackson adds. “Let’s be chronological.”

Nolan nods in agreement, and you prepare to answer.

“Then I want to know your first thought of Tim. Before you met, just saw each other, whatever… what did you see that drew you in?” Lucy asks.

Angela and Bishop smile as your eyes bounce between the rookies and their never-ending questions. You can’t answer one before the next one is asked, and though you don’t feel the same, you can understand why Tim didn’t want you to meet them all at once.

“No!” Lucy exclaims. “Where did Tim propose?”

“The place where they met,” Talia answers.

Nolan turns quickly to yell, “You knew Tim was married! Why didn’t you mention her?”

“She’s not my wife,” Talia replies sarcastically. “Not my story to tell.”

“I would have talked about her because she’s my best friend,” Angela interjects. “But Tim threatened me.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Bradford,” Jackson says. “We’re just excited and shocked and have so many questions.”

“Mrs. Bradford?” a passing officer asks. “You’re too young to be Mom Bradford, and you’re not his sister…”

“I’m Tim’s wife,” you finish.

“This is Smitty,” Angela tells you.

She winks quickly, and you nod in understanding. You’ve heard plenty of stories about Smitty, and more than enough complaints when you’re alone with Tim. He seems unique, to put it lightly (and kinder than Tim does).

“You married Tim Bradford? Was he by any chance in possession of narcotics or mind-altering drugs when you met? Because it’s pretty easy to convince a woman to do something these days, just a little powder in an uncovered drink, you know,” Smitty continues.

“Smitty, have you drugged a woman before?” Nolan asks. His suspicion is evident in how he asks and the narrowing of his eyes.

“Well, Officer Smitty,” you begin. You nod at Angela, and her smile grows when she realizes you plan to play along.

Tim stands with a quiet grunt of pain. He stretches to the side to fight the growing stiffness and sees Lucy talking to a group of people. Smitty approaches the side, and Nolan steps back to reveal the focus of all of the attention. Tim doesn’t think twice and races out of Wade’s office to save you from the boots.

You address Smitty but don’t say anything more before Tim wraps his hand around your arm while the other grips your hip and pulls you backward. Tim moves you away from Angela and ignores the protests that follow your sudden departure. You don’t fight him as he leads you into Wade’s office. Wade looks up and mouths a relieved thank you.

“Tim, as much as I love meeting the people you pretend not to care about, would you please stop getting hurt and giving me an excuse to drop by unannounced?” you ask.

“I didn’t get hurt,” Tim argues.

His hands are still on you, so you turn in his hold to look at him. Several scrapes litter his left cheek, and you run a gentle finger under them. You can see that his shoulders are tense but you're grateful that his injuries seem to be limited to some stiffness and scrapes.

“What did Wade tell you?” Tim whispers.

“That you were being stubborn and not listening,” Wade mumbles behind you. “I’m surprised she believed me.”

Tim keeps his eyes on you but doesn’t comment further on his injuries or the rookies you just met. He looks down, and you follow his eyes to his hands. His left hand is wrapped tightly with gauze and bandages as he slides his right hand into his pocket.

“Had to take this off,” he tells you.

You extend your hand to accept his wedding ring and curl your fingers around it. After unhooking your necklace chain, you slide his ring on and keep it safe against your chest. Tim nods once it’s secure with you and pulls you to sit beside him. You lay a hand against his right cheek and smile as he leans against your hand. He leans in and kisses you quickly before glancing at Wade to ensure he isn’t watching.

“He’s seen us kiss before,” you remind Tim.

“And I will never let you forget it,” Wade agrees, focusing on the paperwork before him.

“No mind-altering drugs required,” Tim says with a small smile.

“Now I understand why you didn’t want me to meet Smitty.”

“I warned you.”

“Luckily, Angela introduced me to the rookies first, and I invited them over for dinner on Sunday. Wade, you and Luna are welcome to come, too, if you’d like,” you say.

Tim groans as Wade promises to pass the invitation on to Luna. You sit back carefully as Tim leans against you. He’s grumpy about your new connection with the boots but loves you. Tim meant it when he said he didn’t want to keep you hidden and risk wasting his life by separating from everything else that matters to him.

“Lucy won’t shut up,” he realizes with a dramatic sigh.

“Yeah, because I’m sure you carry half of the conversation as it is,” you tease. “Don’t forget how well I know you, Bradford.”

“As long as you don’t forget that I don’t like these people, Bradford,” Tim counters.

“You let Angela come over all the time. And don’t give me the whole ‘she scares me’ thing; you love her.”

Tim moves closer to you to whisper, “I love you more.”

“Then go get a full physical examination. Make sure all the handsomeness is still put together like it’s supposed to be.”

“I don’t need to.”

“Then maybe you don’t love me like you claim to. That’s why you leave your ring with me, right? Easier to bring women in when no one knows you’re married.”

Wade fails to hide a laugh before he covers it with a fake cough. Tim shakes his head but kisses you again before standing. You follow him to the door and thank Wade for the call. Tim waves everyone over, and Lucy beats the rest of them by a solid three seconds.

“Hi again,” she tells you.

“I’ll go see the medic if you rescind the dinner offer,” Tim tells you.

“You’ll go see the medic either way, so no,” you reply.

“We’ve decided a better way to ask questions, and we’ll give you time to breathe in the future,” Jackson says. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, Jackson. I understand the excitement; not the shock because, I mean, look at him," you wave toward Tim and continue, "but it’s not every day that you meet Officer Grumpy’s secret wife.”

“Did you just gesture to me like I’m a game show prize?” Tim murmurs.

“Tim and I will be happy to answer all your questions at dinner. It was very nice to meet all of you, and if Smitty asks again, I was absolutely drugged.”

Tim drags you away once again, and Angela only hears him ask, “Officer Grumpy?” before the door closes behind you both.

You turn and place a hand under Tim’s chin. One touch, a smile, and a kiss turn Tim back into your loving husband. He didn’t realize that keeping you separate from his work life gave you a unique power over him because he’s never had to hide his love for you or the physical affection he’s grown to crave.

“Be careful,” you request softly. “And call me if they find any other injuries.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tim answers.

“Don’t,” you warn.

“You kissed me first.”

“Thanks for letting me be part of your life, Tim.” He nods and kisses you slowly, but you push him away to warn him, “Ask Angela to tell you about Smitty before he says anything about our relationship.”

“You talked to Smitty, too? Maybe I should start leaving you at home again.”

“I love you,” you call over your shoulder.

“I love you,” Tim replies.

He walks back into the station with two things on his mind: learning what Smitty thinks about you and Tim that was worth a warning and getting home to you. Your touch, kiss, and the soft return of his ring will always be the best part of Tim’s day, and even though he wears his ring more often now, you still pull him in because he needs you more than he’s ever needed the ring.

[lady-ashfade]

New Coffee Run

Poly!Chenford x Assistant!Chubby!Fem!reader. Dabble. (slight bimbo)

╰･ﾟ✧☽ I binged like the first three-four seasons. And I am in love with both of them. (I haven’t made it to their relationship yet)

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 470

╰･ﾟ✧☽ I know the poll side secretary but assistant is better.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: poly relationships crushes, chubby reader description, flirting, short fic, having them obsessive over you, I’m such a sucker for them.

everyone knew to stay clear of you while you were on duty, but you were too bubbly to keep away from, especially in the dark workplace. but, Sergeant Gray made it clear to stay away from you until you had free time, which was hardly ever.

it wasn’t their fault that they couldn’t keep their eyes off of you; when you wore dresses that hugged you chubby belly and hips like that. while you talked to some other officers, or did tasks like running papers back and forth, walking around the place with a big smile on your face. every second you are in eye shot they are staring at you, taking you in.

it was brought up by Lucy sense she noticed his gaze, and is open to talk about things more then him. she knew he would never bring it up incase he hurt her feelings. the conversation ending up them just gushing about you and how precious you are. and how they wanted you to themselves.

being the sweetheart you are deciding to stroll over to them while they sat at a desk chatting on break in the office.

“hi guys,” you chirp and wave as if they aren’t in front of you, “I’m heading out to get some coffee, wanted to know if you guys wanted anything?” you smiled as bright as you could as your plush cheeks moved upwards. tom licked his lips while lucy was caught stuttering trying to find something to say, he straightened up and puffed out his chest.

“why us?” his question didn’t even make you crack a bit. he was trying to get something out of you, to see any sigh of you wanted them back.

“my way of saying thank you for helping me with those boxes the other day. is there anything I can get you? Coffee, muffins, or tea?” we’d like you to go out with us. is what they wanted to say.

they told you their coffee order and you bounced away happier then before to repay their kindness. they watched you leave with their eyes glued to your frame. a wave of relief washed over them when you were out of sight, taking their breath away, they couldn’t help but be nervous about you. one wrong move and they could scare you away.

“clearly she knows what she’s doing.” tim groaned softly to his girlfriend, who shook her head. “she just is that why, last week she brought smitty strawberry donuts because he tweeted about it.” that memory made tim’s nose scrunch and roll his eyes.

“we wait one week more like you wanted, but after that she’s getting a tim test.” he leaned back and crossed his arms.

“She’s can’t handle a tim test.” Lucy argued playfully.

“What about a Lucy and Tim test?”

☪︎ kinda making some yander content about them, have for a while but idk if people with enjoy.☪︎

[augustvandyne]

Lucy x reader, which their engaged dating idc you decided! Reader is pregnant and gets hurt on the job?

pregnant soft angst. with miss lucy chen. sign me up.

also, i’m going to make this so they are married! hope that’s okay 🫶🏼

six months pregnant

“Mm,” You groan softly by Lucy’s desk, and her eyes are immediately shot up to yours.

“Are you okay?” Lucy’s eyes are filled with worry and confusion. “Here, sit.”

She stands up from her seat at her desk, and is ushering you into the seat. The relief to be off your feet is amazing and you sigh in comfort.

Lucy pulls a small plastic chair over so she is in front of you. She pulls your feet onto her thighs, pulling your shoes off before she does so. She works at your feet, one at a time, and you moan softly. Most of your muscles relaxing.

“Luce, I’m not sure anyone wants to see this,” You say, leaned back in the swivel chair.

“I don’t really care,” Lucy says, and you believe her. All her expression holds is carelessness for the faces the officers around you were making. “I care about you being in pain.”

“I can’t imagine how any of this will get worse,” You place a hand on your stomach. “I’m already ready to get this baby out.”

“I know,” A small frown tugs at her lips, a look of sympathy in her eyes. “But just think. Next time it will be my turn, and you’ll get to take care of me. And we’ll have a beautiful baby boy or girl in the end.”

“Yeah,” You pull your feet off her legs, shoving your swollen feet back into the uncomfortable shoes.

You groan in pain, placing your other hand on your stomach.

“What is it?” The look of worry comes back onto Lucy’s face.

“Our baby’s a kicker,” You comment, still groaning. You reach for Lucy’s hand, placing it where your hand was a second ago. “Feel that?”

“Oh my god,” Lucy smiles up at you in amazement.

This was the first time the baby has kicked like this, meaning this was the first time Lucy has actually been able to feel. It felt like everyone has felt except Lucy.

You were about six months along, and you were starting to hate your job at this point. It took a lot out of you, so you made sure you were always paired with someone who could run, but also save you if you were injured or in a run-in (meaning Smitty was out of the equation). So you were often paired with Aaron or Tim.

Aaron was one of your best friends at the station, and he was the first one to feel the baby kicking. He was also going to be your baby’s godfather.

“Oh,” Lucy has tears forming in her eyes at the moment she’s sharing. “Hi. I’m your mommy. Do you recognize my voice?”

The baby kicks again, softer this time.

“Y/n,” Lucy is gripping your arm with her other hand. “That’s our baby..”

You intertwine your hand in hers, running your thumb over her knuckles, completely forgetting about the pain you were in moments ago.

“I’m sorry to break this up, but we have calls to get to, Y/n,” Aaron comes behind the chair, friendly placing his hands up your shoulders.

“Duty calls,” You lean your head back sadly.

“We’ll take it easy today,” Aaron assures Lucy. “I can tell she needs it if she’s already gotten her feet rubbed this morning.”

“Thank you,” Lucy’s eye brows draw together in a soft look, wiping her eyes of the tears.

“I’ll be good,” You tell Lucy.

“Remember, if she gets hurt,” Lucy points her finger at the man.

“I’m in big trouble, I know,” He nods, hands resting on his belt just like Tim would. “Which is why we’re taking it easy.”

“I don’t want to get up,” You complain.

“Come on,” Aaron steps around the chair, holding his hand out for you to take.

You reach to grab his hand, him helping stand you back up on your feet.

“The shops all ready, so I’ll go wait for you,” He nods, already knowing the drill between you and Lucy.

You pucker your lips and give Lucy a kiss on the lips before attempting to waddle away.

She ends up helping you to the shop, just like she always does.

“I’m hungry,” You whine for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

“I heard you,” Aaron rolls his eyes. “I’m working on getting you to the sandwich shop, okay? But you need to let me drive - safely - or Lucy will kill us both.”

“I want two sandwiches,” You hold up two fingers in his face.

“Okay?” Aaron makes a face at you. “Why are you assuming I’m paying?”

You have to stop yourself from rolling your own eyes, “Because we go through this everytime. I order, try to pay, and then you go, ‘I got it, don’t worry Y/n. You shouldn’t have to pay. You’re already going through enough’,”

Aaron laughs at your impression of him, “I don’t sound like that.”

“Yes you do,” You cross your arms.

“You’re a child,” Aaron shakes his head as he pulls the car into the parking lot. “Do you need help getting out?”

You send him a death glare, standing up out of your seat.

“Okay..”

Aaron holds the door open for you, and you thank him, immediately sitting down where you always do. He follows, sitting for a second before he goes to order.

“I don’t know how you’re going to work the rest of your pregnancy,” He says in a serious tone, worry seeping into it. “I mean, you’re what? Over half way? It’ll only get worse.”

“Tell me about it,” You lay your hand on your arms on top of the table.

“If you ever need a break we can go back to the station. Do paperwork,” Aaron offers.

“Tomorrow?” You look up hopeful.

“Sounds good,” He taps his hand on the table, standing. “I’m gonna go order for us. You want what you always get? But two?”

You nod, your head falling back into your arms.

After a few minutes you suddenly get the overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom.

“Ugh. Why must you always sit on my bladder?” You cry to yourself.

Aaron approaches the table with the tray of sandwiches, and grabs your arm to help you up.

“Where are you going?” He lifts his brows.

“The baby is sitting on my bladder,” You scrunch up your face uncomfortably. “So if you don’t want to clean my urine up off the floor, I suggest you let me go to the bathroom.”

“Nope. No, uh, I do not want to do that,” Aaron removes his hands from you, putting them up in surrender. “But if you aren’t out in ten minutes, I’m coming in.”

“I’ll be fine,” You huff.

You use the bathroom, slowly but surely, and make your way out to wash your hands. The sound of another toilet flushing makes its way to your ears, notifying you there’s another person in the bathroom.

You’re wiping your hands with paper towels when the woman says, “How far along are you?”

“Almost seven months,” You smile. “I feel like I’ve been pregnant for twenty years.”

“I know the feeling,” She comments, looking down at your stomach. “Your shirt is untucked.”

You throw the damp towels in the trash can which is under the sink, and look down at your stomach.

“Oh, thank you,” You begin to tuck the shirt into your pants, staring down at the bump.

The woman’s fist comes up to your nose, sending your head flying up. She slaps you across the face, sending you towards the door.

Even pregnant, you put up a good fight. Once your senses are back, you punch her on the cheek, your fist leaving a mark on her face. You try to knee her, but it doesn’t work as well as it used to.

She gets a few more hits in on you, a few on your stomach, which has you furious. So much so that when you punch her across the face the last time, it knocks her out.

Lying on the bathroom floor, you realize you recognize who she is. Monica - Elijah’s new lawyer.

You clench your jaw with worry, placing both hands on your stomach. Your heart dropping when you don’t feel the constant kicking of the baby.

“Y/n?” Aaron comes in and is thrown into protective mode. “What happened?”

“Monica,” You groan in pain. “It doesn’t matter. I need to go to the hospital. Right now, Aaron. The baby— it isn’t kicking anymore.”

Pain flashes in Aaron’s eyes, and he lifts you up, helps you back into the shop, and is rushing you to the nearest hospital - totally forgetting about the sandwiches the two of you left sit.

“You need to call Lucy,” Aaron says as he rushes you to the labor and delivery wing. “She needs to be here.”

“Even if she kills you?” You try to joke, but really, you’re scared as hell.

“Yes,” He nods.

“Call her. Please,” You beg him as you are rolled away in a wheelchair.

“Do you know where my wife is?” You hear Lucy’s voice from your room, which is the whole way on the end of the hall, so the fact that you can hear her voice is scary.

Aaron stands nervously as she is appointed in the direction of your room.

“Babe?” Lucy comes to your side immediately, not looking at Aaron at all, which makes him much more nervous. “What happened?!”

“Aaron and I were getting lunch,” You shake your head. “It all happened so fast. I was talking with Monica in the bathroom - I didn’t know it was her at first - and then all of the sudden she started hitting me in the face.. and then in the stomach.”

Lucy’s eyes flutter. Both angrily and sadly.

“What did the doctor say?” She pulls the blanket down and pulls your shirt up. She flinches at the bruises that have formed on your stomach. She gives a look to Aaron, and she doesn’t look angry at him.

“Our baby is fine,” You say. “I’m just in pain. I was really scared. He wasn’t kicking..”

“He?” Lucy asks, tears starting to form. “You found out the gender?”

“Crap,” You hit your hand on the bed. “I didn’t even mean to see, but the doctor showed me he was fine and then I saw the gender. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Lucy promises. “It was killing me not knowing either.”

“Good, because next time we’re doing a gender reveal.”

“Deal.”

Lucy leans down and kisses you on the forehead, looking at Aaron, “We’ll deal with you later.”

“It wasn’t his fault, Luce. He would’ve followed me into the bathroom if I had let him.”

She shrugs slightly, “I’m still mad that it happened, but I suppose we won’t revoke your godfather status.”

“Thank you, Lucy,” Aaron holds his hands in front of him.

“I’m just glad you saved my girl.”

“Anytime, ma’am,” He nods.

“Stop calling me ma’am, Aaron. You stood by her side in the wedding, you’re much more than a colleague now. To both of us.”

Aaron smiles.

“He’s kicking,” You smile happily. “Come feel. Both of you.”

They place their hands on your stomach, feeling the baby kicking.

“Aaron is a great name,” Aaron says jokingly.

“Shut up,” Lucy laughs.