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Chenford fic, Take it easy on me! 2 chapters so far and l already love it. Hoping they'll be more.
Your stories are amazing 👏🏾 😍
oh wow! Thank you so much!
Yeah, I get on a roll writing and then lose momentum and my stories die. But I do have this one percolating in my brain again, with the date and two other ones.
I just need to sit down and WRITE. I'm kind of all over the place at the moment. Your encouragement does help!
Andrea
New Story: Saw These Stars Crashing (What if Rachel Bailed on the Date)
Tim is rushing. He hates rushing. He hates being late. He also hates feeling out of control.
Lucy was acting weird when she gave him info about the date - no name, no picture, just that she looked like Lucy. Which, on the one hand, was a very bad thing. He didn’t want to like this woman and then be reminded of her every day in the car with Lucy. What if it didn’t work out? And then on the other hand- still another bad thing - he’d been struggling lately with his growing affection and attraction to Lucy herself. Last thing he’d want to do is call this woman Lucy while they were doing things in bed. Shit. No, no. Not thinking of Lucy naked in my bed. Stop. STOP.
By the time he walked into Ravena he was exactly on time.
The waitress told him his date was already there and waved to the bartender as they wound their way through the restaurant to the patio outside. Tim looked up into the sky full of twinkling stars, he breathed in the warm air with a slight breeze and then Tim noticed a woman in a red dress tucked away in a relatively secluded section of the patio. From behind, all he could see was a dress which clung seductively to a curvy figure, showing a strong back and silky skin the color of honey.
Her dark hair fell in loose curls down her back and as the waitress stopped next to the table and she came into view. His heart began to pound. His throat went dry and he had trouble catching his breath. He caught glimpses of her thigh through a high slit in the skirt, cleavage with a gold chain dangling down between two perfect breasts and then he saw a neck tattoo that he knew all too well. The one he wanted to lick and suck and taste.....
Read the whole story here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I LOVED your new chenford story! 👏🏾 Amazing! Please tell me you will update WWLT! I'm in love with that story! Sending positive vibes ✨️
Good morning-
Thank you! I had fun writing that one. Creating a back story for Patrice.
Yes, there will be 2-3 more WWLT chapters. I’ve got updates to other stories happening next.
Writing what the muse wants me to write. 🤗🔥🏆
Thank you for the support!
+++ RATED MATURE +++
WWLT Adjacent Story Update on AO3 - Patrice's Revenge a/k/a "One Way or Another"
Fifteen minutes after making the exterminator comment in Angela’s kitchen, Patrice was zipping down the 101 HWY calling in a very old, but very important chit. “Gregory? Yes, hello dear. I’ve finally figured out how you can pay me back for running off with Louisa Abernathy on our wedding day.”
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Nyla was right, you did not want to be on Patrice’s bad side. Gregory Xavier Brannan had found this out the hard way.
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I created a sister series of WWLT Adjacent stories - they happen in the same universe as WWLT, but would mess with the overall flow of the story if included.
First up Patrice finds an exterminator.
Next up - 12 Golden Pears - a WWLT Holiday Adventure
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hey! Have you got any more Chenford fics in the works? I adore your stories!! ❤️👍🏽👌🏾
Wow! Thank you so much! I always appreciate hearing from a fan. Here’s a link to all my AO3 stories - the longer ones are here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I have multiple stories there “in progress” and I’ve got 2-3 new ones still marinating in my brain, plus I’ve got about 25 prompts here as well, lots of duplicates,
But the Holidays are rough for me, plus being unemployed, etc. so my inspiration has been fleeting. I try not to force it.
New stuff. O ing - I just cannot say when.
Chenford + are you jealous
Tim might grumble about it but he loves spending time with his nephews during the holidays.
It’s the closest he’s ever come to being an actual dad. Having these two whip-smart, funny, loving boys look up to him, climb on him, tell him their stories, asking him to kiss their boo-boos, listen to him read or tell bedtime stories, cutting up their food, all of it fills his heart up to the point of breaking. Tim is so proud of them and is beyond grateful that Genny trusts him with them. Tim loves them so much he can’t see straight.
He and Genny rented a cabin up by Big Bear this year to help the boys transition from their snow-filled past holidays to their future sun-soaked ones in Los Angeles. Lucy came along because they had just moved in together and he was planning to propose. They’d long ago talked to Grey, HR and IA about their relationship and he had transferred into Special Operations with a promotion, but the bulk of the precinct still had no idea they were together romantically. Their closest friends knew - and Genny of course. However, this was the first “family” vacation she will have been on without their friends around as buffers. Surrounded by Bradfords. He loved her so much and he loved Genny and her boys so much he had been so excited to be in the middle of so much love.
However, as he sits at the dining room table, reviewing the events of the day, he realizes that’s not what happened.
He got up early to shovel the driveway and sidewalks as it had snowed several inches overnight and he came in expecting to be handed cocoa by Genny, receive kisses from Lucy and be bum-rushed by the boys as they dragged him into the house for some great adventure. Instead, when he entered the cabin all was quiet. He could hear laughter coming from deep inside the building as he knocked the snow off himself, hung up his jacket, and kicked off his boots.
Walking into the open kitchen/living room he had seen Genny in the kitchen making breakfast - and she did hand him coffee when he got there - but on the floor, he saw the boys playing “hulk” with Lucy. (“Hulk” being the game he made up when they were small, where they’d climb on him and he’d stand up with them dangling off of him because he was strong like the Hulk). Lucy doesn’t have his height or strength, but she’s creative and full of laughter. So she rolls to one side and then the other from the floor and once they are in her grip, she rolls on top of them, trapping them as she kisses and tickles them - because “she-hulk” is a lover not a fighter. And the boys LOVE it, because they love her.
Then later after lunch, Tim and Lucy were napping, but the boys came in and wake up Lucy to build a snow fort with them outside, leaving Tim conked out and snoring in bed alone. He wakes up with a start when he hears Lucy shout, “I’m going to shoot you!” Tim comes running into the living room only to be pummeled from all sides by Nerf bullets, becoming the first casualty of the Great Holiday War, sitting with Kojo in the medic bay for the rest of the game.
Lastly, after building a fire, and eating dinner, he had gone to shower and came back to everyone in matching footie pajamas covered in Kojo photos. Each boy in a woman’s lap as they tag team read stories to the boys. He was not part of any of the day’s bonding moments, and while he was so grateful that his nephews love Lucy, he felt a weird pang in his chest from being left out.
Tim feels a small hand tapping on his shoulder, pulling him out of his wistful reverie and sees Lucy asking him to shift so she can crawl into his lap. Tim holds her close and kisses her neck while quietly whispering to her, “ I missed the boys today, but I am so glad they are loving on you.” Lucy turns to Tim with a twinkle in her eye and asks, “ahhh, are you jealous? That I’m getting all the attention instead of you?”
Tim sighed and said, “a little.” Lucy discreetly unzips her pjs and grabs his hand and places it inside her jammies, so he feels lots of her warm, soft skin. “I’m tired, but I’d love for you to explore my undiscovered country tonight.” She laughs as he blushes and they say their good nights before heading to bed.
Aww you're so amazing with these little chenford one shots/prompts!! What you do enjoy writing, angst or fluff?
Thank you!
Interesting question. I actually don’t have a preference. For me, it’s more about if I have an emotional response to the prompt in a way that is DIFFERENT from how the show would handle it. I’m not going to recreate an emotional moment that’s already happened on tv.
I don’t plan out my stories - I go where the inspiration takes me. Like the one with Lucy and her dad? I read the prompt and instantly saw her and him in that restaurant having a conversation and it being awkward, but both of them wanting it to go well, for them to be close again. We haven’t seen her dad since he was a patient in the hospital in Season 1. And with Vanessa as her mom, I bet her dad was her safe place growing up. The one who showed her how to love. So I had a lot of freedom to create a new, unexpected intimate moment - and bring her culture into it. One of my best LA friends is Chinese and I’ve been to dim sum restaurants like the one I wrote about and have received Chinese wedding invitations and have seen pictures of wedding attire.
I usually read a prompt 5-7 times and see if anything strikes my fancy or hits my intuition. If not, I let it percolate in my subconscious until I get a hit (sounds like a bell in my head) that the story is ready to go. And then I just write, check for spelling and fat finger typing, and post it. I’ll read it a couple more times after initial posting and then fix anything that sounds off - like adding the comment about Kojo being proud of himself with this cow leg in his mouth.
I have about 15 prompts in my inbox but so far, I haven’t been inspired to write anything because they are tied to specific Chenford canon moments, and I’m not about to touch those and another alternative, funny, touching moment or scenario hasn’t popped into my brain… yet.
Thanks for asking.
Chenford + I lied, it wasn't just biology
Lucy was wishing she had applied multiple layers of antiperspirant all over her body as she began to stress sweat with anxiety nerves. She thought to herself again, WHY ? OMG - why had she volunteered to do this for Grey? She was never going to live this down, but hopefully she could turn this moment of embarrassment into something magical and wonderful for herself.
Lucy checked her outfit in the bathroom mirror and adjusted her red sequined top one last time, smoothing the one shoulder cropped top and triple checking the matching skirt with the thigh high slit. Then she applied one last coat of “devil may care” red lipstick. Oh well, here we go!
She stepped into the foyer where Nyla and Angela were waiting for her in similar dresses - theirs however were green. The three women shared a secret smile and Lucy thanked them one last time for their help with “everything.” Lucy asked, “are we good on the cards?” Nyla replied, “all set. Lucy - we’ve got this. Don’t worry. He’s not going to know what hit him.” Angela leaned over and hugged Lucy, whispering in her ear, “He’s standing back by the tree - likely trying to hide. Luna is grabbing him and pulling him closer to the front, so he can be one of the men you touch.” Lucy nods, as Angela waves the card - and puts it in the middle of her pile to hand out.
Wade stuck his head out in the hallway and asked if they were ready? All 3 nod, so he turns to the group in his living room and says, “all right, all right. Quiet please! Let’s make some space. Luna - go grab Tim from behind the tree, thank you. Thank you all for coming to our annual holiday party. Yes, yes. Quiet. Thank you. As you know, every year Luna and I rope some of your colleagues into providing “entertainment” for our gathering - who can forget Smitty’s drunk Santa? Tonight, we have something very special for everyone. The Elves are back and will be handing out cards to everyone - they are all different - please feel free to swap them AFTER the performance, okay?! Thank you. Okay, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen for one night only, please welcome Vixen and the Merry Elves!”
Grey hit the lights off and then after Lucy, Angela and Nyla tapped his arm, the lights came back on with the three of them draped on him. Lucy standing in front with Angela and Nyla on either side of Grey - who now has a Santa hat jauntily perched on his head. The crowd starts whooping, cheering and applauding. When Lucy starts to sing, the living room instantly quiets….
“I don't want a lot for Christmas……. there is just one thing I need……
I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own……. More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true…………..All I want for Christmas is you .”
There’s a momentary pause and then the karaoke machine clicks on and Grey hands Lucy a bedazzled microphone and she starts to move around the room, simultaneously singling and touching all the men seductively, running her hands across their chests, or down their arms.
Lucy sits in Smitty’s lap and he turns beet red and laughs.
When she stands in front of Tim as the song is drawing to a close- she first runs her hands across her collar bone, and then slowly drags her hand down his chest all while making direct eye contact and grabbing his belt buckle to pull him close flirtatiously as she croons, “All I want for Christmas is you.” Lucy then winks at him as Angela hands him his card and says, “Don’t you dare fuck this up.”
Tim stands in the living room - rooted in place as people applaud and mingle, swapping cards, laughing and then starting to leave. He can’t move. His brain has short circuited. Lucy was touching him. In PUBLIC, looking like a dream. He slowly comes back to himself when someone bumps into him so he runs his palm over his face to calm down. Trying not to show just how much he was affected by her.
Tim and Ashley had broken up the night before - when Ashley had accepted a job offer in Bali and expected him to retire on the spot to go with her. She was pissed that he was open to talking about it, but not open to actually doing it. He couldn’t, no wouldn’t leave LA. Leave the job he loved. Leave Lucy. Tim knew he was in love with Lucy, but he thought she loved Chris and he would suffer in silence as long as he could still be near her in any kind of way. He had told Lucy earlier today that he and Ashley were no more - and Lucy had hugged him, thinking he was sad over losing Ashley. As if.
He finally tuned into the conversations around him - something about gift cards. Tim opened his card and there was a picture of Kojo - sitting there with a roasted leg of some animal in his mouth looking ridiculously proud of himself , while wearing a Christmas sweater covered in pics of him and Lucy on it like snowflakes.. The caption on the card read, “Caught me a reindeer! May all Your Christmas Wishes Come True! (over). Tim laughed and turned the card over to see Lucy’s handwriting:
“I lied, it wasn’t just biology for me. I broke up with Chris this morning. Come meet me at mine for your present.”
Tim looked up and saw Grey standing in front of him- holding his keys and his coat. Wade leaned forward and said, “I think there’s somewhere else you need to be.”
Next thing Tim knew he was standing in front of Lucy’s door knocking and praying…. When she opened the door, he immediately stepped into her apartment, into her space and asked, “you broke up with Chris?” Lucy smiled at him, replying, “didn’t you hear me when I sang to you? All I want for Christmas is you.”
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This is my FAVORITE holiday song. I can see everyone in Wade’s living room joining in and singing along to this. Always puts me in the best mood.
