Lucy's training period and Tim isn't exactly TO Tim.... so enjoy

Two years... what now? Retired Marine, current LAPD officer Ryan Blake and Tim Bradford can only be described with three words; horny, messy, and annoying.

'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

*SHORT BREAK, JUST GIVE ME A FEW WEEKS I'M MOVING AND I HAVE NO TIME TO WRITE😭 * Violet Nolan, a former Marine, comes to Los Angeles after years away from her brother, showing up unannounced at the district where her brother John works. Behind her determination and independent smile, she hides deep scars: she left the Marines after witnessing war crimes committed by a superior and has struggled with fear, threats, and a brief addiction to forget. Her presence disrupts John's quiet life and immediately sparks tension with Tim Bradford, who sees Violet as guarded, arrogant, and distrustful. Amid secrets, conflicts, and moments of vulnerability, Violet will have to find the courage to face her past, mend her bond with her brother, and figure out whether she can trust the man in front of her, even when the attraction becomes undeniable.

After nine years in the Marine Corps, Y/N L/N trades battlefields for the streets of Los Angeles-becoming one of the LAPD's oldest new recruits. Haunted by memories of war and shaped by military discipline, Y/N enters the force seeking purpose, stability, and a second chance at life among civilians. But the line between order and chaos, justice and violence, becomes harder to walk in a city that doesn't wait for anyone to catch up. Assigned to the experienced and sharp-eyed Nyla Harper as his Training Officer, Y/N quickly proves himself under pressure-earning wary respect from colleagues like Tim Bradford and forming deep bonds with fellow rookies Lucy Chen and Jackson West. But as bullets fly, past traumas surface, and loyalties are tested, Y/N must learn that being a good cop isn't about control-it's about vulnerability, integrity, and knowing when to stand your ground.

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

The FIA decided to make an f1 group chat. It was used a bit in the beginning, but after just a week or two it became very idle until the 2025 rookies came and shook everything up. Everything was chaotic in the group chat and after only a little while they decided to move into a house together. When they move in together something is lurking in the distance. What is it and what will they do?

Oh, summer child You don't have to act like all you feel is mild You don't really love the Sun, it drives you wild You're lyin', summer child

She thought the world was against her and being loved just wasn't for her, until she met four boys determined to change that. (the writing in this is certainly not my best, just a heads up) warning: this book deals with triggering topics such as eating disorders, self-harm, and suicide. [highest ranking ~ #1 fanfiction] 2015 by mrcalibu. All rights reserved (I do not own 5 Seconds of Summer, Hi Or Hey Records, Arzaylea, Bryana Holly, or any real-life characters that may be involved in the story. I only own my own characters, such as Daisy. Every character and their actions in this book is strictly fictional.)

Forced to move, Ember Evergreen has to say goodbye to her best friend. She never thought she would see him again and it broke her heart. 10 years later, winning a raffle in New York she finds herself in a peculiar situation. She had won concert tickets, quickly recognizing the name on them. Harry Styles. She'll be able to see him again, but there's no way he remembers her... right? "The air in my lungs seemed to be stolen as I saw Harry, he seemed so different yet the same. Of course I had always been caught up with him, and knew what he looked like throughout the years. But seeing him in person was so... surreal. Never in my life had I thought I would ever see him again. He had a huge grin plastered on his face, his dimples cutting into his cheeks. His bunny teeth seemed cute as ever, his tall build and bright energy taking over the stage without him even trying. Music started immediately and the ground shook along with the bass. What really surprised me was his voice, sure the audience was loud, but his voice silenced them into awe. "Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see. That I'm still the only one that's been in love with me. I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth." He started, his voice low yet powerful, a rasp that sounded so perfect. When we were younger we sang together a lot, I always thought he was good. I knew he had potential, I knew he was going somewhere in life. I'm so proud of him. Proud of who he's becoming. Of who he is. Of how happy he seems. I can only imagine how hard he worked for this. I look around the stadium, looking at the thousands of people in the crowd. Each with their own story, different traumas, different memories, different backgrounds. They all came here for him. To support him. Because they love him. Because they're proud of him."