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rainydayhues · 1 year

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I posted 342 times in 2022

That's 188 more posts than 2021!

118 posts created (35%)

224 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@livelovecaliforniadreams

@alexihawleys

@tim-lucy

@chenfordsource

@chenfordsbee

I tagged 337 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#chenford - 147 posts

#the rookie - 128 posts

#chicago fire - 71 posts

#and driving me insane - 64 posts

#they're insane - 62 posts

#hawkami - 50 posts

#brettsey - 34 posts

#fic reblog - 33 posts

#hawkami rising - 31 posts

#magnum pi - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 124 characters

#and don't even get me started on how he knows lucy is taking care of chris because she's done the same for tim so many times

My Top Posts in 2022:

time is wasting (so why wait for eventually)

I was spiraling over the party BTS content with the lovely @heatherelf77 and had a "lololol this would never happen but just imagine if it did" moment. The very barebones thought wouldn't leave me and so I had to flesh it out and this little thing happened.

Title from from Unthinkable (I'm Ready) by Alicia Keys.

time is wasting (so why wait for eventually)

Look, Tim knows he’s late. He can only hope Harper’s giddiness over her wedding keeps her from noticing just how late and how underdressed he and Angela are when they finally stroll in. Given the day they’ve had, it’s honestly a feat they made it here at all. He grabs his glass of whiskey from the bartender, scanning the room for his friends when he sees her. Her. It could only be Lucy (because when is it not?). He doesn’t know if it's tunnel vision or just a natural inclination to zone in on her in any given room but that’s just where he’s at these days.

She’s tucked away in a corner of the outdoor patio, the strands of twinkling lights reflecting just so off her metallic dress. It reminds him of another dress, another day, another moment. It somehow feels like just days and yet a lifetime ago. He makes his way across the edge of a crowded dance floor over to her corner, feeling an inherent pull into her orbit.

“Hey, you guys finally made it, thought you’d miss the entire night.”

“And deal with the wrath of pregnant Harper? Not a chance, we’d have to hear about it til the kid’s high school graduation, at least.”

At the bride’s name, Lucy glances over to the dance floor where Nyla sways with James, the newlyweds alternating between the softest glances and full out belly laughs. Their demeanor, the truest sense of bliss that only ever settles when you’re feeling entirely at peace.

And yeah, Tim knows every micro expression she makes and so he can confidently say it’s a look of wistfulness that comes over Lucy’s face. He sips his drink, she’ll talk when she’s ready - he knows her well enough to know she always does.

“I want that someday.”

Short and to the point, honest. And it packs a whole punch. Tim pauses, twists his glass, trying to come up with a response, any response. One thought immediately springs to mind and he can’t help himself before blurting out “you see yourself and Sanford like that someday?”

Now it’s Lucy’s turn to pause. She glances away, hesitant in a way she usually isn’t before replying, “no, that, it…actually, we broke up. I just, I guess I just didn’t see it working out.” She waits a beat before adding, “I didn’t see us here, like that.”

At that, she turns to look up at him and when he looks at her this time, it hits him all at once. He can absolutely see himself here, like that, and he knows exactly with whom. And while his mind is imploding and his heart is racing, Lucy stares up at him, her eyes open and honest, laying down something that he just can’t quite place.

And yet it’s at this exact moment that Tim knows something has shifted. He knows he’s been avoiding acknowledging this thing, this thing that always exists between them. For months, if not longer, he’s ignored its existence. But when he looks at Lucy now, he knows denial is no longer an option.

He’s the first to break eye contact, he has to be.

“Okay” he says simply, but he hears the promise he’s pouring into that one word. He just needs time.

“Okay” she whispers, with a hint of longing but a promise of her own. She can wait.

And as Angela and Wesley call over to them from the bar for a round of celebratory shots (they’re having a baby free, parents night out and taking full advantage, okay?), the moment ends, the spell lifts.

“You go, I’ll catch up” and at her nod, he watches her walk towards their friends, a hint of her bare back peeking through the layers of shimmering silver. He’s overcome with a renewed sense of action.

And as Tim finds himself inside the covered patio, away from the crowd and the music and the joy of his friends and colleagues, he makes the call a part of him has always known he’d need to make.

“Hey, Ashley, you home tonight? I was thinking I could come over. We should talk.”

114 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

Chenford Week 2022 - Day 2

title: but i'd marry you with paper rings (you're the one i want)

prompt: “you're mad at me?!"

“I know firefighters aren’t your favorite but you have to admit - Bailey can throw a party, that dessert table was next level.”

Silence.

“And who knew Wesley had moves on the dance floor - you might have some competition.”

His hands clenched over the steering wheel at that. They were in Tim’s truck, driving back from Nolan and Bailey’s proposal turned engagement party, but even with the windows shut and AC blasting, you would’ve still heard crickets.

“It’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow so we might have to skip the hike. Maybe we should catch a movie?”

“Hmm.”

“Tim, come on seriously? You’ve got me talking weather, what is going on? You were fine before we left for Nolan’s.”

And he had been, he’d been in a good mood, even better once he saw Lucy’s dress. He’d normally whine about having to spend his evening at Nolan’s with their friends but deep (deep) down inside, he knew he’d have a good time. He’d never admit it but somehow these coworkers were his friends turned family (even Nolan). Besides, it was impossible not to be happy these days, with Lucy at his side, their relationship rock solid. It was a new chapter, one he’d started making plans for.

Tim pulls his truck into the driveway, parking and letting himself out, turning to walk up to the house, leaving Lucy scrambling to follow.

“Okay, seriously, what is with you tonight? It’s like you don’t even want me here. But newsflash, Tim, I moved in 5 months ago so I can’t exactly leave.”

He's already let Kojo out into the yard and is halfway into their bedroom now but at her words, he whips his head back, “what are you talking about? Lucy, it’s your house too, you’re not going anywhere.”

Yeah, okay, her heart melts a little at that. He was always trying to make sure she felt at home, felt that his home was in fact her home too. But still, this attitude -

“Well I’m not trying to but you’ve got to give me something to work with - you’ve barely said a word since Nolan’s proposal and I - what is that look? Is this about him proposing? Because we’ve known that was coming for years and what does it even matter?”

“It doesn’t, I don’t care about Nolan, that’s not the point, Lucy!”

“Then what is?”

“I…look - I just - we should be celebrating our engagement, not Nolan’s!”

Oh. OH.

She sinks down on to their bed, but doesn’t have a second to process his words before Tim continues and honestly, it’s giving her whiplash. She couldn’t get him to say a word in the car and now all of a sudden, she can’t get him to stop.

“To be clear, you spent weeks helping Nolan pick out the ring, set up this fake dinner party and even took Bailey out for a manicure and it never once occurred to you to maybe mention it to me?”

Wait, what?

“Are you mad at me?!”

“Yes! Or, no, not exactly. I mean, no, not mad, I just wish you’d - okay, look, I am annoyed.”

“Because I helped Nolan plan his proposal?” she asks slowly, still trying to piece together what exactly is going through his mind right now.

“Lucy, it’s just - I want that for us. To be engaged, planning a wedding and thinking about our future. Sometimes, it is literally all I can think about. But you’ve been in wedding mode for weeks and you never mentioned it. So either you’re a hell of secret keeper and I know that’s not true, or you didn’t bring it up because you’re not ready.”

“Wait, Tim, hang on.”

But he barrels right on, “and look, that’s fine Lucy, I am not trying to pressure you at all. It’s not like I’m saying we need send out save-the-dates but I guess I just thought that we were a little closer to making plans of our own.”

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114 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

The way Tim was so proud of himself for that little baby peck and thought "job well done, yes? I kiss good, right?" and Lucy was like "huh, was that it?" and then (probably) thought "oh no no we can absolutely do better than that, you idiot" ?!

Her hands grabbing his face (the emotion right before she does, SWOON!) and the way his hand goes to her shoulder and hers drops from his face to his shirt/heart and then they could've almost broken apart (maybe to breathe?!) but instead kind of lean into it again to fully make out just before Tamara walks in - it just....broke me?! I am floored and I live here now. And I'm never leaving.

Also, these two dorks with their "good work/great work". YES INDEED - great work you two!! 😂

118 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

touch me in the way that you do

Promo's got me feeling all the feels! To preface, this isn't what I actually think will happen but a girl can dream! See here and below the cut for a fangirl's dream scene - based on the first Chenford scene in the promo. Title from Zara Larsson's Love Me Land.

touch me in the way that you do

They’ve been sent home, mandated practically, by Grey and Harper to do their due diligence before tomorrow’s op. It was a no brainer for Lucy - Lucy who’s filled pages of journals delving into the psyche of her would-be UC personas - their likes, dislikes, quirks and backstory - no stone left unturned. And Tim, he’s been a cop and seen enough undercover work (for better or worse) to know the merits of being fully prepared for any given moment.

Which is how they find themselves at Lucy’s apartment tonight. Tamara’s out celebrating the end of finals with friends and Lucy offered to cook. There’s an air of quiet comfort, ease and purpose that surrounds them ahead of tomorrow’s op. And yeah, okay, Lucy may have lit a few candles but they’re just remnants from her pre-dinner meditation, no big deal.

And now with the sink stacked with plates, Tim and Lucy find themselves on the couch fine-tuning the details of their covers. Lucy, meticulous as ever with her trusted notepad, and Tim, studiously listening to the sound of Lucy’s voice as she goes over the details out loud (and yeah, maybe it reminds him of another moment, her voice guiding and preparing him for a different challenge, sure, there’s some comfort in that).

“….and then of course there’s our body language and how we’ll touch.” His head whips around at the distant sound of her voice and okay, how did he not notice she had gotten up off the couch? Her back is turned and she’s shuffling with the books on her shelf, seemingly casual to anyone else. But because he's not anyone else, he immediately clocks that there's a sudden anxious energy about her.

“Excuse me, our what now?”

“Tim, physical touch and body language are a crucial part of undercover work, the story of how we met won’t matter if someone doesn’t actually believe we’re together.”

“And you think we need help in that department?”

“Well, no offense but it’s not so much we as it is….you?”

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” He’s absolutely slightly offended.

By now she’s turned back around to look at him, exasperated.

“Tim, come on, I’ve seen you with Ashley, you’re not exactly Mr. PDA over here. You’re a little stiff and you keep your distance when you’re standing right next to each other.”

“That’s…ahem…okay, no, that is not true.” He’s stumbling now, thinking back to this week’s interactions with Ashley and okay, sure maybe he’s not all over her but he’s a damn professional, sergeant that he is.

“Hell, you pseudo proposed to her yesterday and then jumped right apart from each other. I’ve never seen that much distance between two people who are supposedly engaged.”

Of course they’re back to this.

“Okay, Lucy, that’s enough. It wasn’t a real proposal, I saw you standing there, you know that. That was hardly my best effort!”

“And tomorrow’s undercover op won’t be real either but we can’t risk someone not buying that either. Look, all I’m saying is you’re a little uptight when it comes to being physical. I mean next time, you may want to show a little more passion, some sparks, maybe grab her waist or stroke her hair. Honestly Tim anyth-”

OH.

She doesn’t get to finish her thought. Because as Lucy quickly processes, Tim’s hands are in her hair and his lips cover hers and it’s like her mind goes completely blank. But through a haze, she feels her own hands reach for his shoulders while his move further down her body to tighten on her hips. It's like muscle memory that she didn't even know they had.

And okay, yeah, confirming that they do not have to worry about the physical aspect of their covers tomorrow.

But now what?

150 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So for me, it was the INTENTION behind that conversation in 508.

Lucy showing up to talk, Tim asking her what she was doing in this safe relationship and calling her out for being scared? Lucy immediately knowing and making it about them and how important he is to her? (p.s. his "you're right" was basically acknowledgement that she's the most important to him too, right???)

There was NO pretending it was about Chris or Ashley or work or anything else. This was two people who don't need or want to lie to each other, no more chances for miscommunication.

It was so intentional because it's worth the risk!!

"...unless it is?"

SIGH, the dream.

194 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

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evil-giggling · 3 years

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Langa VS. the Assholes Who Hurt Reki

Summary: Langa and Reki have finally made up! But that doesn't mean that they no longer have problems.

(or, Langa just wants Reki to be happy, but for some reason people are very against that.)

Warnings: Swearing (Langa has has enough), Mentions of violence, Ad*m.

Words: 1.7k

(haha wdym the title is a star vs the forces of evil pun,,, no it isnt haha)

The stars in Okinawa reflected the sea, and the sound of their laughter along with the scraping of wheels against the cement ground is one that symbolizes peace, unity, and pure, unadulterated love.

Langa and Reki are alright again, and everything is right with the world.

"You... What?" Langa looked befuddled, an unidentifiable look on his features, as Reki nervously fiddled with his fingers, blushing from embarrassment. From what? He doesn't know.

"It's— it's not as bad as you think!" Reki said hurriedly, but by now there was a prominent frown on Langa's face, "it's— I was just ran over by a car—"

"Just," Langa emphasized, his voice uncharacteristically firmer and louder, "ran over by a car? Reki, do you think everyone just gets run over by a car? And do you think people who get run over by a car wake up in a love hotel? With a stranger?"

It's the next day since Langa and Reki's making up from their fight, and neither of them quite expected that the comeback of their roof-top lunches would start with Reki accidentally spilling that he was in a love hotel. Much less brought to a love hotel because he was ran over. By a stranger.

Everything was all so suddenly not-right, and Langa couldn't decide if this was better, or worse.

"—Langa? Hey, earth to Prince Langa!" Reki snapped his fingers in front of Langa's face, and the latter blinked, wondering when he started to get lost in his thoughts, and—wow. Reki seemed a bit too close to his face right now. Not that he was complaining.

There was a cute pout on Reki's lips, Langa guessed it was caused by his own neglect of their conversation. The former, though, upon noticing that his companion's eyes were on his lips, blushed bright red again, and brought back distance between them. Langa didn't stop the disappointed sigh from his lips, but the disappointment didn't last long.

His face once again etched up in concern, looking at Reki, who was facing down at the ground, his headband covering his cheeks, in an attempt to cool them down. Langa let a small, fond smile on his lips, before shaking it off once he remembered what Reki mentioned earlier.

"Reki, you can't just brush this off," Langa said, eyebrows furrowing and his chest hardening in both concern and frustration, "what else happened to you when I wasn't around?"

Reki sneaked a glance at Langa, before sheepishly turning away.

"Nothing," Reki said, but the lie obvious to Langa, "and you're talking a lot about this, like last night."

Langa frowned, "of course I am, you worry me a lot when you say 'it's nothing' or 'I'm fine'," he played with the hem of his shirt, before letting go and continuing, "because most of the time, you're lying."

Reki said nothing, only burrowing farther in himself. Langa huffed, frustration building up in him. If Reki thought it was surprising to see him chatty, he'll definitely have a heart attack after this.

Langa engulfed Reki in a hug, and it wasn't only the latter who gasped in surprise. Perhaps they've gathered some nosy onlookers?

Who cares?, Langa thought, Reki's the only thing that's important right now.

"Reki, be honest please?" Langa said, voice muffled, as he buried his face on Reki's shoulder.

"O-okay! Langa, okay, I'll tell you!" Reki stuttered out, a flustered mess, from the way he spoke, "just, let go, please?" He whispered to Langa, "people are kind of looking at us right now."

Langa didn't care who saw them, honestly. But he got what he wanted, and he didn't want Reki to be embarrassed too bad, so he let go of Reki's waist, and sat back to where he was positioned earlier.

He looked at Reki expectantly, but with patience. The latter picked at his nails in nervousness, wherein Langa took one of his hands to ease his anxiety.

Reki brought back Langa's hands, and started staring down at them and playing with them. He seemed to calm down, as his cheeks were no longer red, and Langa sent a dirty look to the passersby who were looking at them with keen interest, when Reki wasn't looking.

Reki swallowed, and looked up at him.

He scrunched up his face and looked away for a second, scratching his cheek with a finger, a small flush on his cheeks, "uhm..." letting out a sigh, Reki collected his thoughts and said, "erm, before I met you, I used to be in this sort of team? Gang? Thing... It was for skating." Reki added, upon the worried and horrified look on Langa's face, and the latter let out a sigh of relief, and encouraged him to continue.

"Er, they were sort of—they weren't really people I wanted to hang out with?" Reki mumbled, sheepishly, "they, uhm, they weren't really ones who enjoyed skating? They did it for the aesthetic, basically, and it made them sort of lame for me.

"So, I quit after three days."

Langa only seemed confused, so Reki added, "and well, I saw them while walking through the market and they kind of..." Reki mumbled the last part, and Langa blinked.

"'They kind of' what?" Langa pressed on, and Reki swallowed.

"They jumped me, but—" Reki immediately started to add, silencing a seething Langa with the palm of his hand.

Langa was nothing short of furious, and he was ready to tell Joe about this development to gang up on the little fucks that put a hand on Reki. And you know what? He'll do the same to that stranger! He'll make them have hell to pay, damn it, how dare they hurt his Reki.

But he couldn't express any of this right now, with Reki's hand on his mouth, so he (begrudgingly) let Reki continue.

"—but, it's fine! It's all in the past now. 'Sides, I kind of felt like I deserved it? I mean, I didn't actually deserve it—" he said, at the furious glare Langa sent to him, "it's just—well, it didn't compare to the people at S, y'know I—oops."

Reki flustered, detaching his palm from Langa's mouth to cover his own. Langa squashed the giddy feeling of that indirect kiss, and firmly, but with a gentleness Reki absolutely deserved, placed his hands on both of Reki's shoulders.

"What did 'the people of S' do, Reki?" Langa grounded out, tired of all of these people out to hurt Reki. Out of everyone he knew, Reki was the last one to deserve this much abuse.

Reki looked up at Langa, and knew he couldn't just lie his way out of not telling him. He looked down for a moment, simmering in guilt—of what?— and looked back up at Langa, setting his hands on his lap.

"They, uh. They would talk behind my back, and uhm, and talk about... How I'm just... A useless... Er," Reki struggled to find the words, and he felt tears sting at his eyes, and he looked up, not wanting them to fall. Langa felt guilty at making him relive these memories, but he needs to know exactly how he'll hurt these assholes.

Reki looked down, at his hands, and then at Langa, then he said, "they'd say that I'm no one... That I'm just... 'the guy who hangs around Snow'... Or just..." Reki bit his lip, "the one who's not Snow."

Langa was reminded of a meme, back from when he was still very much devoid of Reki and his kindness, talent, and all around amazing-ness. It was a dubbed line from an anime, wasn't it?

This is the first time in my life that I've been provoked to hit a woman.

Except they weren't a woman, in fact, they were the plethora of annoying assholes who made Reki feel worse than he already did.

Talk about kicking a guy while he was down.

"Names." Langa said, plain and simple.

"Huh?" Reki said, confused and flustered.

"I want their names, Reki."

"Langa, they were total strangers! Which makes it even more pathetic that their words got to me, honestly—"

"Don't blame yourself for them being stupid and blind." Langa said firmly, "you're amazing, Reki. Don't let them make you think otherwise."

At that, Reki smiled, and playfully punched Langa's shoulder, "thanks, Langa."

Before Reki could pull his hand away, Langa took it in both of his own, "I'm serious. You're so amazing Reki—"

Reki blushed, "th-thanks man, you're amazing too—"

"—you really don't understand, when you skate, you're the only thing I see—"

"—that's really enough!"

"—and you know exactly what I need, and you don't even have to try that hard to figure it out—"

"—is this even about skating anymore, Langa?"

"—and I think your headband is neat, but you look so cute without it, and your hair is a lot more fluffy—"

"Alright!" Reki squeaked out, just as the bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch period, "we'll talk about this later, we have to go back to school—er, class!" Flustered, Reki fixed his headband, and stomped his way back to the classroom.

Langa let out blissful laughter, and for now, he was satisfied with his work. He hoped it'd be enough for Reki to temporarily forget what those people did and said to him. Hoped it distracted Reki enough to not figure out that Langa was planning to find out everything with the rest of the gang, and would be punishing the ones who offended Reki accordingly.

He ran up to Reki, and offered his hand to the latter, whose cheeks were still flushed.

To his delight, Reki took his hand, and they walked down back to their classroom, hand in hand.

Later that evening, uncannily enough, Adam proposed an idea to the duo. A rematch, he had said, to redeem Reki of his loss in their last beef. There was an obvious, underlying malice, in his offer, though. Reki looked terrified, yet determined, but before he could agree, Langa had stepped in front of him, a chilling glower directed at Adam, who only smirked.

Langa had enough of people wanting to hurt Reki, and hated that smug face on Adam's features so much (it promised to hurt Reki to the point that he would be irreparable, and Langa was furious), that before Adam could even comment at Langa's protective stance, he had been punched in the face by the latter.

And, well, Joe seemed a bit inspired to do the same.

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A/N: haha i dont know how to make titles someone help

@andromeda612 @yunolik87

#also should i make a full fledged fic of joe and langa just beating up adam #i feel like it would be very necessary to us and our belief #renga #langa x reki #reki x langa #langa hasegawa #reki kyan #kyan reki #hasegawa langa #sk8 the infinity #im also planning to make a fic for the cindereki thing #we love pining langa but pining reki is smth that's so intimate...#sk8 the infinity spoilers #sk8 the infinity fanfic

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straykidsnerd255 · 3 years

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Can I ask for the saint seiya the lost canvas gold saints reaction when their s/o tell them that they are pregnant ( s/o kinda fear their reaction though) ( If you don't feel confortable writing for that kind of things I understand completely! 💕) have a nice day ❤️

I forgot how long it is writing for all 12 gold saints. Hope you enjoy hon! <3

Shion:

This man is crying. Not like sobbing crying, but tears rolling down his face. He’s not sure how to handle the idea of you being pregnant or the idea of you being a mother or him a father. He never knew who his father was to begin with and was afraid that he was going to turn into a nasty person. However, you would assure him that he would be an excellent father. When you told him that you were pregnant, you feared that he would want a divorce. However, what you were welcomed with was nothing that you had thought would happen. His tears, the quiver of his bottom lip and small little laugh that left his throat before he kissed your breathless. “Thank you.” He mumbled against your lips.

Rasgado:

He would pull you into a hug and in a second, you could feel his tears on your shoulder. Your husband wasn’t big on shedding tears or crying, but you knew that he could cry. Before you had told him that you were pregnant, you were extremely scared that he would leave you. You both were just newly married after all. The topic of children did come up but he never said that he wanted one right away or later in life. However, when you told him the news, and the gentleness of his hug that followed after made your heart sore to new heights. He lifted your head before pressing his lips against yours. His arms wrapped around your smaller frame. “Thank you for giving me the best gifts possible.” He whispered, pulling away from the kiss and pressing small pecks to your cheek, jaw, and shoulder. You smiled softly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.” She whispered back.

Aspros:

You walked over to your husband as he prepared dinner for the two of you. “Hon, I have something to tell you.” You whispered. Aspros tensed up at those words. “What is it?” He asked, scared of what you were about to tell him. You took a deep breath and turned your husband to face you. His expression went from tense to confused in a split second. “What-” “I’m pregnant Aspros.” You interrupted him. His eyes widened as the news sank in. “You’re pregnant?” He whispered. He dropped the utensils, and then to his knees to press his lips to your stomach making you giggle. Hot tears spilled from his eyes as he buried his face against your stomach. “I thought you were going to tell me you wanted to break up.” Aspros said standing up and pulling you into a hug. You laid your head against his heart. “I honestly thought you would have left me when I said I was pregnant.” You confessed. Aspros tightened his grip. “I would never leave you.” He whispered.

Manigoldo:

You clasped your hands together as you waited for your husband to come home. When the sound of the front door could be heard, you moved from your spot and walked to the front door to greet your husband like you always did. Manigoldo smiled when he saw you and leaned down to press his lips to yours. “You seem fidgety hun. Is everything ok?” He asked. You took a deep breath. “Love, I’m fidgety because I’m pregnant.” You said. Manigoldo dropped his helmet as he looked at you. “You’re pregnant?” He whispered back. You shyly nodded your head. Before you knew what was happening, you felt your husband’s arms wrap around you and pull you into a hug. “I can’t wait to see the little one running around here.” He whispered before pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

Regulus:

He would be a straight up puppy upon hearing the news that you are pregnant. You can’t tell me otherwise. When you would return home from work, he would immediately ask to see your stomach even though you were not showing yet. You would still comply and lift your shirt for your husband to press gentle kisses and press his nose against your stomach. “I can’t wait to see this small baby running around the house with your face and eyes, and my determination and strength. You smiled softly before dropping to your knees and pressing your lips against your husbands lips. He would be all smiles during the kiss. He had wanted to be a father his entire life. Now, he was going to be one.

Asmita:

He is baby already. But when you come home with the brightest smile on your face, Asmita can’t help but open his eyes to see it. The look of pure joy and bliss sitting on your face speaks a thousand languages. “What made you so happy today love?” Asmita asked, wrapping his arms around your body and holding you close to his chest. You smiled and snuggled into your husband’s chest and closed your eyes. “Well, I went to the doctor’s today because I wasn’t feeling so well, turns out, I am pregnant.” You said. His eyes widened as those words left your lips. “Really?” He asked. You nodded your head. You took his hand in your and pressed it to your still flat stomach. “There will be a baby here soon.” You said smiling softly. Asmita couldn’t keep the tears from falling down his face. ”Thank you.” He whispered.

Dohko:

This man is jumping for joy when he found out you were pregnant. He couldn’t wait for a little him and you running around the home. You pulled you into a hug and laid his head on your shoulder. He closed his eyes and started talking to you about all the fun things that could happen from having a little human running around the house. “Just imagine me and the baby when it's older outside training and practicing so they can take my spot as the libra saint.” He said happily. You smiled softly but shook your head. “When the baby is born, don’t worry about that stuff for a while. The child still needs to grow up and get stronger.” You said smiling at your husband.

Kardia:

Even though he’s very feisty and angry when he’s with the other saints, his soft side shows when he’s at home with you. You are the reason that he has a soft side. The day you found out you were pregnant and told Kardia, the dude couldn’t couldn’t stop smiling all dreamy like when he got to sanctuary. The other saints had no freakin clue what the hell was going on. When Kardia gets home, he immediately wants to lay his head on your lap so he can rub his nose against your stomach. He would gently kiss your stomach. He just loves it when he can kneel down and talk to your fully pregnant belly. You just run your fingers through his blue hair lovingly.

Sisyphos:

He would be an emotional mess. Just the fact that he found the perfect woman to marry, she has given him another gift. When she told him she was pregnant he became a sobbing mess. He cried and pulled her into a hug. “This is the best day of my life.” He whispered, pressing his lips against hers. She smiled as she pressed her lips back against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. The rest of the day consists of you cuddling with your husband as his hand lays on your stomach while his head is laying on your chest. “I can’t wait for this little baby to be born.” He whispered.

Elcid:

This man is confused when he finds a small gift on the table with cake when he returns home from work. You smiled brightly as he took his armor off. “What’s all this?” He asked. You grew more giddy as you waited for him. “You have to open the gift first. Then If you still don’t get it, I’ll tell you.” you said. Elcid raised an eyebrow before sitting down and taking the gift in his hands. He gently opened the gift and saw the small shirt that said Daddy’s little helper. His mind took a minute to understand what that meant. He jumped from the chair and wrapped his arms around his wife. “You’re pregnant?” He whispered as tears filled his eyes. You smiled and nodded your head. He hugged her tighter and cried on her shoulder. This was the best thing he could have received.

Degel:

When he was told that you were pregnant, he dropped the book he was reading and raced back home. When he slammed open the door, he saw you sitting at the table with the biggest smile on your face. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Is it true?” He whispered. You smiled even bigger and nodded your head. “Yes. I am pregnant. With twins.” You whispered, turning to face your husband. He took his glasses off and started crying. You stood from the chair and wrapped your arms around your husband. He buried his face in your shoulder and continued to cry. “This is the best day of my life.” He whispered in her neck. She smiled and buried her face in his chest.

Albafica:

He was confused. How was it possible that you were able to be so close to him enough to marry him. He was poison itself. However, here you were holding his hands to your stomach with the biggest smile on your face. “Albafica, your baby boy is in here.” She whispered happily. “You are going to be a father hon!” You whispered. Albafica couldn’t help the smile that sat on your face. He broke down in tears as he knelt down and pressed gentle kisses to your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair and allowed the tears in your eyes to fall down your face. Albafica looked up at you and stood from his knees and wrapped his arms around you as you both cried against each other. “We are going to be the best family ever Y/n. I can’t wait for the baby to be born.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours.

A/n: I couldn't get the last two photo's in!! Hope you enjoy it nonetheless

#12 gold saints #saint seiya lost canvas #Fluff as shit #This is too precious for me to handle #Hope you enjoy #Anon #requested #The 12 saints find out your pregnant individually

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chao-writes-stuff · 3 years

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DELTARUNE SPOILERS

Heyyy! I wrote a thing involving Jevil and the Chapter 2 Superboss! I'm going to put it under the cut, but at the end, there will also be an Ao3 link if you wanna support me there!

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The Lightner Trio walked down the stairs in the Queen's massive manor, their hurried footsteps echoing like a rough pitter-patter in the technological nightmare. The massive lair confused and bamboozled them, but they definitely wanted to figure out the mystery behind what the Fountains were about, what Queen's true intentions were… and what was in the basement?

"Uhh… Kris?" Ralsei asked, his soft voice echoing out. "Why are we even here? Aren't Queen, Noelle, and Berdly upstairs? And not here…?"

Susie quickly interrupted him, punching his arm lightly to get his attention. "Of COURSE they aren't here. But whatever is here is probably important. Right, Kris?"

"I guess!" The currently blue human replied. "I've been asked by some… guy, about doing these weird favors for him. He really wants me to be alone."

"We sure he ain't a p-" Before Susie could finish her thought, Ralsei muffled her mouth with his scarf. "Who is he? And why does he want you to be alone?"

"His name is Spamton, I think. I don't know much about him, but he gave me this Loaded Disk earlier, and--"

Suddenly, a strange, chaotic voice rang out. Everyone recognized it. The tail attached to Ralsei's cloak popped off, diamonds and hearts flying out with it. The tail spun and took form, and the chaotic Jester they quite literally put to rest yesterday was reawakened.

"Spamton? SPAMTON? The same Spamton who wished for me to go, to go, and be free, free?" Jevil laughed chaotically, with Ralsei caught quite off guard. "You know him?"

"That dorito chip was part of the reason why I was set free, he was! He used to rule this world, before the Queen I've been hearing oh so much about took over. Oh, I MUST know more of how you met that ridiculous lunatic! And that's coming from ME, ME! Spamton, oh Spamton, I'd like to have a word with him~!" Jevil looked quite pissed off, his normally jovial expression looking slightly stern.

"I didn't wanna go down there anyway. Just come back, okay? You're kind of carrying us with your defense boost." Kris, with a neutral expression, gave the clown the disk they were gifted by the malignant salesman, and watched as Jevil immediately sprinted off into the basement. They could hear an echoed "Buh bye~! I'll be back in a few hundred words!" As the jester descended into the decrepit basement below...

Jevil entered the musty, rotting cellar. Despite him rarely stepping on the ground, each step he did take left a haunting impact on his feet. It was silent, save for the occasional rustling of his clothes. He didn't have long to do this. His physical form only had a few hours to be out and about before he solidified, just like the young boy and the puzzle freak. Thankfully, that's all he needed. He was getting excited, almost giddy, to interact once more with his old acquaintance. Oh, what a wonderful conversation they'd have!

He didn't walk for too much longer before he found the train station that was buried deep below. Or was it a roller coaster? Whoever had this built clearly had some elaborate roundabout in mind… too bad they were still imprisoned, haha! Jevil walked and floated across the tracks, reaching a room with a decaying robot inside.

He knew this was a bad idea. But when did he ever have good ideas?

Without hesitating, the joker put the disk into the robot. At first, nothing happened, and he was getting impatient VERY quick. He gave the robot a swift kick in the lower area, before stepping back out of the room.

Step…

SLAM! The clown was admittedly caught off guard with how fast the silhouette from above came and pushed him onto his knees. With a small gasp for air, Jevil looked up slowly at the encroaching menace. The jagged movements, the glitchy, unsolidified form… this was him alright.

"KRIS… MY LOYAL [Sponge!] THANK… YOU. THE [Clown Around Town!] I REMEMBER YOUR [Disgusting] FACE. EVERYONE WAS SO [Thrilled] TO SEE YOUR [Calcified] FACE." The massive robotic behemoth loomed over Jevil, rage in his glasses. Spamton NEO.

The clown got up, a smug, shitfaced expression on his mug. He knew damn well that the dorito in front of him was pissed off, so he leaned back in the air to retort. "At least I drink plenty of milk, uee hee hee! As for you, you haven't changed one bit since we last spoke~! Or would it be a byte, a byte? Regardless, I do hope you've given up on the illusion of freedom, freedom~! The only one who can be free is MEEE!"

The robotic menace swung around to the other side of Jevil, making it very clear who was in charge of the conversation. A small concentrated blast of Pipis was fired at the jester, pushing him back with a surprising amount of force. "YOU ACT SMUG, BUT YOU [Crashed our stocks!] AND THEN YOU [Spoiled relations with our Esteemed Partners!] I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU… GOT IN HERE, YOU… [Tuna Fish,] BUT I'M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR [Roundabout!] AGAIN!"

Jevil laughed maniacally at this thought. This guy was mad! Over something that happened how long ago? Why even bother holding a grudge still? Petty, petty! He knew why, and it's why he came back too. "You influenced him. That pretty little kitty. You gave him enough funds to release me into that carousel of bliss and innocence! But I wasn't done, not one bit! And all those years, spent being free… they made me realize something, my dearest Spamton."

The oddly calm tone coming from the jester put Spamton NEO at an incredible amount of unease. "WHAT? WHAT COULD YOUR [Calcified Lump] THINK OF THAT WOULD MEAN ANY GODDAMN THING TO ME?"

"I CAN DO ANYTHING!"

The joker used his latent power to pelt the giant mecha with small white hearts. Spamton was caught off-guard, stumbling back a fair amount. Of course, you have to fight fire with fire, so the robot used his abilities to send out a Big Shot of blue Spamton Head Pipis.

"YOU [Saturated Marketshare!] YOU CAN'T SIMPLY ATTACK ME AND EXPECT IT TO WORK [As seen on TV!] I'M A [BIG SHOT!] [BIG SHOT!!!]"

Jevil hopped up onto the ceiling, clearing the first few Pipis on the lower row heading his way. Unfortunately, the higher row caught him clean in the face as he bounced between the two, making a small Jack-in-the-box melody as he pinged around.

"SPAMTON, MY BELOATHED! I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE TRAPPED IN A CAGE WITH A SHARK, A SHARK! YOU GET BITTEN AND CHEWED UP!"

The fool retaliated by running circles around Spamton, turning into a carousel of horse bullets! The robot, in a surprising feat of puppeteering, dodged the attack almost perfectly… until a stray horsie cut a string, sending the mech's right arm into the horse race. One thing about arms with cannons on them? They fire.

As soon as it happened, Jevil was face to face with a swarm of Pipis all around him. He was stuck. All of them exploded brilliantly, sending the clown flying clean across the rotting tracks and into the wall. Tauntingly, mockingly even, Spamton NEO retorted.

"I'M THE SHARK NOW, JEVIL! I'VE CHEWED UP SO MANY [Failed Buisness Partners] THAT I COULD MAKE A WHOLE [Presentation] OUT OF THEM! STAY OUT OF MY GODDAMN WAY, OR [Sparkle like new!] YOU BRAT."

The buisnessman charged at Jevil, his hands becoming phones. "IT'S FOR YOU." Suddenly, before either of them could react, loud blasts of garbage noise manifest expelled from the phones, attacking the court jester with white blasts of energy. There was nothing he could do to stop this robot's onslaught, it looked like.

"OH SPAMTON, IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK? THAT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SO POWERFUL RIGHT NOW, NOW? I'D SUGGEST YOU LOOK UP, UP! YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT THOSE STRINGS IMPRISONING YOU, UEE HEE HEE! YOU'RE NOT A BIG SHOT, YOU'RE JUST A LAZY FRAUD WHO CAN'T STOP HANGING ON TO HIM! I GUESS SLEEPING FOR 100 YEARS DOESN'T MAKE LITTLE OLD ME MISS MUCH, RIGHT?"

Without warning, Jevil was myseriously gone from his corner. The spamware looked frantically for his target, before being struck in the arm, the leg, and the chest by scythes. Devilsknives. The last knive cut a few strings clean off the puppet, who briefly hit the ground before rising back up.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! [Hyperlink Blocked.] I'M STILL HIS LOYAL ASSOCIATE! HE MAY NOT HAVE TALKED TO ME IN [Employee of The Month for 144 months!] BUT HE'S STILL THERE…"

Jevil interrupted him cleanly and concisely. "FACE IT. YOU'RE NO BIG SHOT ANYMORE, SPAMTON G. SPAMTON. ALL YOU ARE IS A FAILED INVESTMENT, UEE HEE HEE!"

With those words, a purple blast came from behind the clown, striking the robot right in the noggin. He flew back a bit, giving the joker enough time to turn around to meet his esteemed guests.

"Ah, my imprisoners~! Didn't you guys have a Queen to rock-em sock-em?"

Susie immediately cut him off, as she punched him in the arm (causing his head to spring up, naturally.) "Well, Kris over here couldn't shake the feeling things were off. So they forced us down here, and now they're right. Somehow?"

"I know I'm right.. Jevil, who the hell is Spamton?" Kris replied, their worry about the situation starting to rise.

"It's of no concern to you~! His screws were almost as loose as mine, and I don't think it's my job to tighten them~! Uee hee hee! Thank you for the help, but I can do anything~! Even tell you guys that 3 coasters are about to come down and force you guys along for the ride~!"

Ralsei immediately stuttered something out. "Three… what?"

And just like that, with a loud rumbling, the heroes were swept up into 3 old, rusty carts, barrelling down the track. Jevil laughed to himself, proud of what he got to do. "Ah well, it's a shame I can't finish him personally…"

"But oh well! Are you proud, proud? They took care of him…"

"Doctor."

Ao3 Link!

#Deltarune #Deltarune Spoilers #Deltarune Chapter 2 #Jevil #spamton #kris #ralsei #susie #undertale #okay cool thank you byyyyeeeee

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 4 years

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Could you do a little fic where Jask and reader are doing one of those fast paced dances where everyone switches partners the whole time and its really cute, and then when the song ends, they're paired up, just as the band starts playing a slow song, so they kinda just. Stare at each other for a minute before being like "well ok let's just share this dance." (And then next thing ya know "one" dance turns into the whole night and they don't wanna dance with anyone else?)

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 1,497 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mycat-is-mylove @mynamesoundslikesherlock @kemmastan @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @amirahiddleston @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @daydreamer-in-training @morelikebyesexual a/n: Thank you for your patience xo

The crush of skirts and warmth of bodies roving in swiftly moving patterns in time to the music was stifling but you giggled and sang along with the chorus as you went, passed from hand to hand until you returned to your dance partner.

“You’re doing splendidly!” Jaskier praised, yelling to be heard above the din as he spun you around, his hands warm and nimble in your hand and against the small of your back as he guided you. You’d been nervous at first but the wine and Jaskier’s winning smile and sweet talk won you over. He couldn’t know how sweetly you found the words, not without knowing the feelings you held deep down inside, but he knew he was charming and you couldn’t deny he had every right to be smug. The sapphire eyes glinted in the candlelight, a sheen of sweat dampening the chestnut hair against his brow. You lost balance for a moment, one hand deftly caught by his as the other steadied against his chest, carding against the thatch of chest hair that had – as it always did – made an appearance when the opening in his chemise mysteriously grew deeper throughout the evening. His eyes twinkled and you noticed what was almost a faint tinge of color in his cheeks as you gazed up at him, taking advantage of your sudden closeness as you took your sweet time righting yourself.

“Are you alright, fairest?” he asked, the endearment one that made you roll your eyes and preen in equal measure. You wet your lips before opening your mouth to speak and his eyes watched with an almost indecent focus, a flash of something more than casual flirtation alight in his eyes for a moment before blinking it away. You lost your words and nodded in response, forcing yourself to pull away though you thought you saw as much regret in his face as you felt when you did it. The music swelled to a final note and then ended. You nodded and Jaskier followed suit though you heard him mutter something critical about them not properly landing the crescendo.

“Another one?” you asked. His face lit up again and he held out an arm that you began to take but paused when the music began again; something slower and softer and in the warm glow of the candlelight, distinctly romantic. The line of revelers paired off and you balked.

“Oh maybe not,” you murmured, moving to step away. Jaskier’s hand caught yours before you could fully detach and you looked up in surprise.

“Just one more?” he asked, eyes entreating. You found your body moving towards him before your brain could fully process the request and he eagerly, though gently, pulled you close. He placed a hand on your waist and guided your free hand onto his shoulder.

“I’ve never done this before,” you blurted out nervously as he swayed into the first step.

“Oh, this? This isn’t a dance that’s taught,” he lied smoothly, “All you do is follow my lead. There’s no way to get it wrong. It’s just us.”

Your mouth went dry but you forced a smile and before long it was genuine. His eyes never left your face but yours roamed around the room that was no longer a hurried cascade of vague colors but a hall of gilded artwork and detailed tapestries. You watched the people talking and laughing off in the banquet tables and the couples around you, boldly and openly in love in a way that made you jealous.

“Should I be jealous?” Jaskier asked. Your head snapped back to attention, certain he’d read your thoughts.

“What?”

“You’re looking everywhere but at me,” he teased. You laughed and shook your head, worried less and less about stepping on his feet and allowing yourself to become more preoccupied with the press of his fingers just above your hips and the way his thumb idly caressed yours as you danced.

“No,” you answered, “I just don’t usually get this perspective. I’m usually one of the people sitting at a table in the corner.”

“And now you can see what a terrible crime that is,” Jaskier concluded with a sage nod, “And you will never be allowed to watch life pass you by again.”

“Oh is going off on adventures with a witcher and a bard letting life pass you by?” you charged sarcastically, mostly joking but a little bit defensive because you knew the truth of it.

“It is if you keep yourself hidden in the shadows and let them take the stage,” he chided.

“I don’t think anyone could take your place, Jaskier,” you said. The words came out softer and filled with more longing than you’d intended and you saw his eyes widen slightly.

“On the stage,” you explained. A wry smile pulled up the corner of his lips and he shook his head, a shock of hair nearly falling over his eyes.

“Well,” he said, tilting his chin up and giving you a playfully imperious expression, “I should hope not. But I could use a leading lady by my side and Geralt isn’t who I had in mind.”

You laughed and Jaskier, delighted by the sound and the way your face lit up and adorable little wrinkles in the corners of your eyes and the way you threw your head back and every little part that contributed to the masterpiece that was you, kept going. He joked about Geralt being his lovely assistant, trying to decide what sorts of flowers to weave into his crown, the idea of trying to catch him as he swooned when Jaskier defeated an evil-doer with his lute. He talked and you laughed and you danced through it all, bodies moving around the floor with an ease that matched all the lovers around you. When the final song was ended you were both surprised to find the musicians packing up and the floor empty of all but the pair of you, still in each other’s arms.

“Oh no I’ve monopolized your whole night,” you said, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you tried to feel guilty and failed.

“Come now, fairest, you know there’s no one I’d rather pass an evening with than you,” Jaskier insisted.

“We see each other all the time though. There were countesses aplenty,” you insisted. You wanted him to say he didn’t care about countesses. You wanted him to say that you were the only one he wanted to be with. You wanted a lot of things, and you rarely ever got them.

Rarely, but not never.

“Were there?” he mused, “I only recall one woman, and though I don’t believe she was a countess, she commanded my attention far more than any I’d ever met.”

This was the moment.

This was the moment you would kiss Jaskier de Lettenhove.

This would be the moment, that is, if you were a bit braver. He watched your face carefully, seeing the emotions wash over your face from shock to excitement to anxiety and finally to sad resignation. You forced a smile you didn’t feel and took a deep breath that exhaled in a sigh.

“Thank you, Jaskier,” you said.

This was the moment Jaskier would see it.

The signal that you wanted more.

Even the slightest head tilt towards him would be enough for him to take another step, make a move he’d been uncharacteristically nervous to make. He itched to pull you closer when you moved away again and but instead he stood and watched until disappointment forced his head to droop downwards, eyes falling away from another missed opportunity.

He barely heard the rapid patter of footsteps, eyes lifting at the scent of the perfume you’d worn that evening returning and his face was still just beginning to light up with hope when you used his shoulders for leverage as you hoisted yourself up into a kiss. His arms quickly found you and aided you, anchoring and lifting you as your lips crushed together in an ungraceful collision. It was nothing like you’d dreamt of, more accidentally gnashed teeth and you regretted eating so much cheese as you momentarily feared you tasted like gouda, but when you pulled away you saw only bliss on Jaskier’s face.

Bliss, and a healthy smearing of ruddy lipstick that you knew was smeared across yours as well.

You didn’t care.

“What… why…”

Jaskier couldn’t put his questions or thoughts into words, fearful that any deeper insight would lead to the end of his dream come to life.

“Someone very wise once told me that you can’t let life pass you by,” you answered his half-formed thoughts, tenderly brushing his hair out of his face to keep the azure eyes unobscured.

“He sounds very wise. And handsome,” Jaskier quipped. You laughed and pressed another kiss against his lips, giddy with the freedom to kiss him as you wished instead of simply watching and longing.

#Anonymous #Jaskier x Reader #Jaskier imagines #Jaskier fluff #reader request

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