'Where ever I go. You bring me home" A Tim Bradford/The Rookie fan fic Female OC UNDER EDITING AS OF 3/25

'Woman (hey). Tempted, you know Apologies are never gonna fix this. I'm empty, I know And promises are broken like a stich is' A Tim Bradford/The Rookie fan fiction

❝The way you're looking at me right now makes me wonder where you want me.❞ stolen glances, hushed whispers, teasing breaths, lingering touches. 𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ─ tim bradford x fem!oc ─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6 (s7 coming soon) ─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice ⊱ ──────── ➤ ──────── ⊰

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓?" "𝑊𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟." _ 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 a young Detective meets an older Officer and they just keep clashing. _ Extended summary inside. _ Besides The Rookie, characters from other shows may appear. Those other shows include 9-1-1, 9-1-1 Lone Star, B99, SWAT, NCIS LA, Scorpion, MacGyver, Code Black _ The timeliness of the other shows beside The Rookie are kinda messed up, I just added some events from here and there.

❛ obedience to the law means nothing without loyalty to the truth. ❜ ───────── · · ───────── ゛𝓘𝗡 𝓦𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛. . . ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 𝓬𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝓿𝗼𝗻 𝓵𝗶𝗹𝗷𝗮𝗵 was born into silk sheets and city skylines, the kind of girl who never heard the word no-not from her father, not from the world. new york's upper east side sculpted her charm, her bite, and her carefully calculated chaos. 𝓽𝗶𝗺 𝓫𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱 built his life on rules, respect, and the slow, steady rhythm of discipline. a career carved from sweat and silence, from turning rookies into warriors. he didn't ask for disruption-until she walked in with red lips and a resume full of privilege. to him, she was a brat in designer heels. to her, he was the last man who'd ever understand. but underneath the clash of pride and pretense, 𝓼𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 began to shift. and not even the badge could stop it. ───────── · · ───────── 𝓛𝐃𝐑┆ULTRA VIOLENCE ꪆৎ ˚ ( tim bradford x fem!oc ) © scudervia , 2025 original layout by -reputationn !!

Previously Named "All I Needed...Was A Call"

Autumn is a 19 year old girl, she's only had two guys but they were never interested in their relationship, they only wanted her body. One night at a club, she met a handsome blue eyed man, he was amazingly tall. They immediately hit it off, she thought he was the one for her, he actually love her and not for her body only. She thought that nothing or no one could come between them. But what she didn't know was that he was a married man.

Warning: sexual content, cursing, and sensitive situations. Lyra Santos, a business woman and so beautiful in the eyes of every guy that crosses path with her. However she struggles to find the man of her dreams, the one that sweeps her off her feet and treats her like the queen she is. Her whole life she's only wanted because of her perfect body and never for her heart, she finally grows tired of it and changes her way towards every man after a incident that happened in high school. Andy Biersack, an architecture, and handsome to society that even men envy him. His whole life was about fun, liquor, and woman's until he matured enough to let the bad influence go. He was ready to settle down but never found the right girl to spend his entire life with. Until Lyra and Andy cross path.. Will he help her change her view in men? Will he be the Prince Charming she's been looking for? Or will the events in life prevent them from growing any closer?

This is a smut book. An andy smut book. Please submit scenes for me to write about. This is mutiple imagines about andy biersack

"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."