#✉: ask

[jeanboyjean]

I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER ONE👀👀👀

What do you think jean’s reaction would be if he likes you but yall aren’t together, and he catches you staring at one of the other guys after a workout, or something like that (I just know he’d be so dramatic lmao) feel free to pick one person, give a general reaction or a list, whichever you want, no pressure 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

asjkjskj OKAY so i just started writing and this is what i blurted out akjsdfnsd he is actually so dramatic i love it when he’s a little pathetic like let me love you u silly man. this became 500 words HAHA

Jean knows.

He’s an idiot but he knows he shouldn’t be jealous. In fact, he has no right to feel anything at all. He shouldn’t even be looking to be honest. And yet, he can’t help it. Not when his world slows to a stop, walls caving in, vision tunnelling to zero in on you every time you’re in the same room together.

His grip tightens on the dumbbells he’s holding, knuckles white, teeth clenched. The sound of his blood pumping roars in his ears, silencing the music blaring in his earphones. 

Why the fuck are you staring at him? 

There you are, sitting on a bench across the gym in your cute little workout outfit and instead of looking at Jean, your eyes are locked on his friend in front of you. Reiner’s deep in a squat, with at least three plates on each side like the miserable show off he is. You must be between sets, with your water bottle in hand, but your gaze is fixed on his form as he grunts out another rep.

Honestly, Jean can’t even blame you when Reiner’s out there throwing around weights like it’s nothing. If he was attracted to men, he would probably be checking him out, too.

Jean huffs in annoyance. He looks down at his arms and flexes his triceps. Sure, he may not be as beefy as Reiner, but he’s no slouch himself. Why is it that you never seem to notice?

Sometimes he’ll feel a glimmer of hope when you smile at him the way you do with that little twinkle in your eyes as if laughing at an inside joke only the two of you share; only to be shattered in a second when you turn that same look on someone else. There’s only so much more of this he can take before he feels like he’ll be about ready to burst. 

Jean knows he should just look away and focus on himself. But how can he when you’re right there, looking as perfect as ever despite being sweaty and messy from working out. Hell, it only makes him want you even more. He wishes it could be him making you sweat. You would never need to go to the gym with the way he knows he could work you out. If only he could just muster up the courage to tell you how he feels. All he wants is to just make you his. He swears he would do anything to give you everything. 

He’s burning holes into Reiner’s body with his eyes and the other man must be able to feel it because he halts, looking up into the mirror to make eye contact with Jean. Reiner double takes and racks his weights. Clearly confused, he slides his headphones off his ears and turns to face Jean with his eyebrows raised. The movement catches your attention and you stir from where you’re sitting on the bench across from him. 

Your eyes follow Reiner’s gaze to land on where Jean is standing, seething, still gripping the dumbbells like his life depends on it. And then, Jean’s heart stutters and the air leaves his lungs in a whoosh … because there it is. Your smile. You've got that smile lighting up your face and now all the tension is escaping his body, leaving him weak in the knees. What he wouldn’t give to have you look at him and only him that way. 

When you lift your hand up in a small wave, it's the nail in the coffin. That's it. He’s going to have to make you his now.

teehee! 

jean’s out here simmering thinking you’re staring at other guys … which true bc they’re also pretty hot … but in this instance you were actually zoning out and reiner just happened to be in front of you. 

i chose reiner #1 he’s gym dad #2 i can’t keep making every situation jean x reader x eren. 

#THANKS FOR THE ASK IDK WHAT CAME OVER ME I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN TO WRITE SO MUCH #jean x reader #jean kirstein #✉ chlo answers mail ✉ #aot x reader #this was one sitting LMAO #reiner braun #jean kirschstein #✎ . chloe wrote smth #໒꒰ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱১ . moots

[ask-timekeeperwally]

Opinions on Originals and Y/Ns?

Ahhh the classics... There are very interesting as I would say. Bathe with bright colors of innocence and beauty and yet it casted a darkest shadow of secrets...

There's so many secrets, questions and answers inbetween... Just waiting to be found..

They're the start of it all... I mean.. The AUs would've not exist if it weren't for them... They're the star.. The center of everything...

And about Y/Ns...

There's an abundance of them ha ha ha... Every each for their own Wallys some have none... Don't exist for them... It depends on the creator for the AU....

They may be the same Y/N but have a different mind... Many voices... Many thoughts... On one body each..

It's a gamble ha ha ha..

#⚙✉⚙ #wally darling #welcome home au #timekeeper wally au #welcome home #timekeeper wally #au #ask #julie joyful #sally starlet #welcome home home #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #eddie dear #frank frankly #barnaby b beagle #you #y/n #welcome home arg #welcome home y/n

[itoshi-s]

Being friends with Rin, hugging him as a form of greeting used to be quick yet warm. However, as time goes by, you noticed his hugs are becoming longer and tight as minutes go by (still warm though nonetheless), not to mention, during your hugs, he would rest his head between your neck and shoulder you could've sworn you heard him sniffing your perfume or whatever and he would sigh in relief afterwards.

"Hey (fem!reader)! Isagi is looking for you!"

Letting go from his embrace for a brief moment so you can go towards the voice, you replied: "Oh, okay! I'll be right over--!!" He unconsciously hugged your figure tighter and would elicit a displeased response when his time with you was disturbed.

My mind can't stop pondering about a jealous Rin throughout the day 😔

ooohhhhh he's def so jealous of the person he's finally allowed himself to be so comfortable with :(( ! he knows it's dumb and irrational, that you're friends with the whole team anyways and so he shouldn't be getting any special treatment. he knows he cannot bind you down. but he cannot help the way his cheeks warm up and a coil tightens in his chest, familiar frustration bubbling whenever you give him a small smile when you pull away to skip over to one of the guys :(

"what are you doing?" you let out a small laugh as he noses at the side of your neck, giving your waist a firm squeeze that makes your chest feel funny.

he shrugs a bit, as much as your arms wrapped around his neck allow him to, "y'smell good. is that some new perfume?"

he mumbles under his breath, the typical cool tone to his voice but there's something about him noticing the new scent that makes you feel so fuzzy :( you pull away slightly and his hold on you loosens as well. looking up, you give him a sheepish smile, "yeah, do you like it?"

you know rin for years now, having been around the team for a long time considering your field of work, but you've never seen the rin itoshi blush </3 (he does it a lot around you, no matter how hard he tries to fight it off. you're just in such a rush all the time, you miss out on seeing the flustered expression.) it suits him, looks so sweet on his aloof features and it makes your heart skip a bit.

"mm. it's sweet." he breathes, a hand moving to rub at the back of his neck, eyes scurrying away from your observant stare. "suits you well."

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail #i have a few more thoughts on jealous rin in my askbox so i will elaborate #but yep he'd be so cute w his crush </3 #he ends up asking u out soon cuz he's so paranoid ab someone else stealing you from him !! #he looks so confident doing it BUT if you were to touch his chest you'd feel how his heartbeat races #he's so cuuuuuuteeee i love him <3 #rin my love #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #✩ rin.drabbles #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

i am now on my first rewatch of criminal minds and i am kindly asking (im going rabid) for requests specifically for season 1 Spencer Reid (x plus size reader ofc!!)

HE'S SO GRAHHHHH (i want to eat him)

#✉ ― signed meau ! #i know ive asked for so many but... #SEASON ONE HIM??? #he's so shy and cute and GRAHHH #eating the skin off his bones 👹 #plus size reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #plus size!reader #chubby reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x plus size reader #fanfiction #fluff #smut #angst #season one spencer reid

[littlepuddingsworld]

well, like,,,, CALE, who considered you only a third-rate character, "org!Cale's unhappy spouse who is forced to endure his despotism and self-destructive behavior," so when he 'moves' into Cale's body, he is so sympathetic to you and your character, forced to live in an unloved marriage with an unloved person, but he knows that your breakup can to become a huge stain on your reputation, which you value (unlike Cales), so that he can only try to somehow compensate for what you experienced, spending more and more time over time and even starting to treat you like his real spouse, while you willingly allow it, reacting as if it's something natural and normal, and CALE is so glad that you don't find him suspicious or strange in any way...

... until he finds org!Cale's battered diary, which is dedicated only to you and how he adores you and will not give you up to anyone almost ready to live for you and die for you, and suddenly it turns out that you consider his current behavior normal because the org!Cale was probably even more obsessive than he is now</3

#ৎ୭ — work #♡ — Trash of the Count's Family #✉.cale henituse #🍮.yandere #🍮.transmigration #r: darling don't you think there's a chill between us? #r: you no longer demand my constant presence #r: no longer ask if I'm ready to stay with you forever #r: no longer offer to settle down somewhere & build a family away so that no one 'steal' me #r: darling I'm worried :( #gender neutral reader

[captainseamech]

"Arrrrrr! booty!"

Overlord gives that aft a slap.

             If High Tide planned on drinking anything, it was impossible after spilling it all over his chassis glass with a surprised yelp. He just... freezed there for a moment or two before peeking over his shoulder at the taller mech.

             “D-Do ye mind??” He was mentally praying the other didn’t hear that...

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[ziipzeepzop-eez]

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[jeanboyjean]

what would you say jean’s love language would be? 🥺🤍

he absolutely shows love through acts of service. he's such a selfless person at heart and he would do anything for the people he cares about. wake up in the night and ur thirsty? he'll get up and get water. working late again? he'll wait up to pick you up bc he doesn't want u taking the train at night. when ur favourite jacket rips and ur upset bc it's not on sale anymore, he'll learn to sew and put it back together for you.

and i think jean loves words of affirmation. he would do all of this anyway, but hearing you tell him how much u appreciate and love him would make his heart so full. every time you tell him how lucky u are to have found him, he's glowing and kicking his feet the whole day. when he's feeling down, all he needs is you to hold him and tell him everything will work out.

#hes my husband i love him #ecstasy i love u for asking this bc i have thought about this A LOT #໒꒰ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱১ . moots #jean kirstein #✉ chlo answers mail ✉

[ask-timekeeperwally]

Are there any aus, that you like watching the most? If yes then why?

Hm... There's so many it's hard to pick... Like switching channels on TV... It's hard to say.... Hm..

I guess it's the Actor... Beachtown... Mob.. Hunt vs Haunted... Hounted House... Opposite.. Hm...

There's so many... I got my cameras everywhere.. It's so hard to pick...

#⚙✉⚙ #wally darling #welcome home au #timekeeper wally au #welcome home #timekeeper wally #au #ask

[itoshi-s]

what if the itoshis punish their sweet little sister for being a brat? She's such a crybaby and a cutie so most of the time Rin just lets her be. But that's not the case with Sae! He needs to teach his lil stepsister some manners right? He's not coming home from Spain just to be greeted by his bratty little sister. He understands why Rin doesn't like punishing you but actions have consequences <33

I'm back with more hehe<3333 how are you?

FUuuuUuUCUKKKK OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO iam goin g to fucking leap myself out the window WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO ME !!!! @_@

i already have a longer thirst coming up 4 this iasfhais an ask similar 2 this has been sitting in my inbox for like ,, weeks now asjhfisa BUT i promise it'll be good .. i just .. i just cannot put it in words how BADLY i love this scenario !!!!!!!&lt;;/3

rin's the one their little sister stays with all of the time, it's always been this way ever since sae first left so it's only natural he's grown so soft for you! he really fucking wishes he could shut that bratty mouth of yours sometimes, but he just cannot bring himself to do it. not when you get so teary eyed over the smallest touch, cling to him 24/7 even around his teammates. you're so good for him, his best girl :(

even when you brat around, give him the cold shoulder for spending too much time at practice and away from you, and dodge his kisses as some sort of fucked up punishment - all he wants to do is shower you with his love :( he knows where you're coming from - and how badly it affected you when sae came back a whole different person, not giving you his usual smiles and playful comments anymore :( how you felt like the whole world shattered. it's only fair he makes it up to you by being the best nii chan he can be <3

BUT, as soon as sae's back from madrid and notices the way you roll her eyes at rin..how you talk back.... it makes him stir akfhas EVEN if it's aimed at his brother!! he lets you keep up this act for a little while until it ricochets back at him - until he hears you grumble something under your breath, about how he didn't call or text you enough and that u wonder what else could be more important than his sister.

"what the hell are you two doing when i'm away?" it sounds so embarrassing as they have you on your knees, face and chest pushed into the mattress and ass high, reddened and aching with the impact of sae's hand - sure to leave bruises for the next few weeks :( "you let her talk to you like that? really, rin?"

there's an agitated sigh as he has to hold your hips in a frim grip when you come for what seems like a tenth time, squeezing his fingers so tight his knuckles ache. it's been, what - probably at least an hour and you already have enough - and you're already crying into the sheets, squirming around as if you haven't learnt anything from his scolding.

rin's many things, but not a liar - and so he doesn't even try to deny the way he's nearly coming untouched at the sight of you, so fucked out already :( he's just about to tell sae that hey, s'enough, until he reaches to grab at your face gently and you scurry away :( sniffling and choking back tears, earning a look of surprise from both of your brothers - especially sae, who watches in amusement as rin's eyes darken and hand twists into your hair, giving a rough tug forward.

"hand her over." he grunts to the elder, eyes trained on your face as you give him the most pathetic look - so stuck up, as if you had any reason for it. only now does he realise that fuck, you really are such a fucking tease - such a brat, and it's about time you learned that it's not how they're to be treated. "'ve had enough of this attitude of yours, pretty."

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail: loveakemin #FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK #this turned out a bit longer than i intended it too iafnsai #BUT ITS SO GOOOOD :((((( I CANT HELP IT ! #i am doing good luv thank yew 4 asking <3333 #sending u lots n lots n lots of kisses !! ty for ur wonderful thots #n hope you're doing well !!!! #✩rin nii #✩sae nii #cw stepcest #bllk smut #dc bllk #dark content bllk #blue lock smut #itoshi rin smut #itoshi sae smut #✧˚ · . bllk

[nyonyen]

hey!! ik ur reqs are closed but ... do u write Takeuchi Robert? :'3 thank u..

yes, i would love to! i think at some point soon i will dive into the ratmen via nsfw hcs first, just to get a feel for 'em :)

i even have a little header for them in my master-list, so we'll see ;-)

#thank u for asking! #✉

[satorisoup]

Hello there, I just wanted to tell you....

your blog is so amazing! like the theme is so creative and colorful and I love looking at your profile picture and your username makes me giggle. I don't know how you came up with it, but in my head you're sitting cozy with Tendou and one of you says "I wanna drown in your eyes" and the other "Like a soup?" And it ends with "Like a Satorisoup"

please tell me how you came up with it

(also your selfships are so cute!)

DEAREST DIRA !! (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ oh my goodness, im SOSO flattered right now teehee im blushin’ !! you’re too sweet SOBS </3 i’ve seen so many of your wonderful works and EEEEP i just can’t believe your lovely self has stumbled upon lil ol’ me >.< THANK YOU SOSO MUCH !!

omigosh, TENDOU MY LOVE </333 that is TOO cute !! i made this blog i believe in 2021, when i had a HUGE tendou obsession for about 2 years !! i believe he was the first person i ever wrote something for back then, i still have that work privated on here for safe keeping </333 to be honest, i don’t even know how i came up with the username !! it just kinda popped in my silly lil head T^T but i don’t think i’ll ever change it, it’s stuck with me for a long time and i don’t have the heart to part from it </333

#sigh i miss tendou </333 i need to make a selfship with him again WAHHH !! #thank you for asking me dira teehee this was adorable!! :3 #「✉︎」 — a trip to the mailbox .ᐟ #° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . — special delivery from dira .ᐟ

[abbyandersonstargirl]

how do you know she doesn’t like u back?

im pretty sure she was flirting with someone else BUT IDGAF 😹😿

#star girl’s ask ✉ #nonnie my luv

[ameliagiovanna0]

Chenford + false negative pregnancy test

I got a little carried away with this. It ended up being the longest fic I've ever written. I'm not totally sure if I love it, but I decided I put too much work into it not to post it 😅

AO3

4.2k words

Lucy realizes her period is late and she and Tim talk about having kids.

Thank you so much for the request! Hope you like it 💕

Lucy was sitting on the couch, book in hand, Kojo curled against her, and the TV on in the background. The main character in her book was a single dad trying to survive his daughter’s first period. She giggled at his well-intended cluelessness. 

 And then she panicked. 

 “Tim?” she asked, trying to keep her voice as neutral as she possibly could.

 He hummed from his post at the stove.

 “What’s today’s date?” 

 He glanced at his phone sitting on the counter, “Uh, the 15th. Sunday.”

 Lucy’s blood ran cold, her palms almost instantly sweaty.

 Oh, fuck.

 Late. She was never late. She got her period when she was thirteen, and from the time she was fourteen, she got it every 28 days like clockwork. Her period should have started four days ago.

 Tim knew Lucy inside and out, backward and forward, upside down and right side up. He answered her question without hesitation. It was an innocuous thing to ask. But as he turned to face her, knowing the tone of her voice was off, despite her best efforts, she was wide-eyed, gripping the back of the couch.

 “Luce?” he asked, clearly concerned at her state.

 “I’m late.”

 He thought for a moment, “ Late for what?”

 Tim felt like he could literally feel his brain short circuiting. He opened his suddenly very dry mouth to say something, anything but nothing came out. He flicked off the stove and moved the pan of partially stir fried vegetables off the burner. 

 Trying his best to come up with a response, Tim padded over to the couch. He tapped Kojo’s back, and the dog jumped off the couch, Tim taking his place. He took the book Lucy was white-knuckling out of her hands and set it on the coffee table. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face and held her cheek in his hand, desperately trying not to freak the fuck out.

 It had been less than a year since that conversation outside the station.

 “Do you wanna get dinner sometime?”

And the conversation in Grey’s office.

 “Do you wanna go out on a date?”

 And their semi-disastrous dinner date and redo-date.

 “It’s a better story for the grandkids.”

 Tim always wanted kids, assumed he and Isabel would’ve popped out a couple of them, as he said. But when the grip Isabel’s addiction had on her grew more vice-like and she disappeared in the middle of the night, he started to believe that children weren’t in the cards for him.

 Even before he had the courage to ask Lucy out, he caught himself thinking of a little girl with brown hair and blue eyes, talkative and animated. He chastised himself for the thought, but it never truly went away. He did his best to push it to the furthest depths of his brain.

 Lucy vented to him that her mother had paid for her to have her eggs frozen and the process of deciding to go through with it. He knew she was, at least, considering having kids – one day. She knew she wanted forever with him, but they hadn’t talked much about kids.

 A few weeks after they officially started dating, she brought up the conversation of the better story for the grandkids.

 Tim and Lucy had arrived at his house after shift, happy to finally be alone together. Tim was laying on his back, an arm behind his head, scrolling through the Dodgers’ highlights. Lucy stood in the doorway between his bedroom and the ensuite bathroom. Her eyes flickered between Tim and the floor as she played with the hem of his t-shirt she was wearing. She ambled to the edge of the bed, Tim glancing up at her, his eyes bright. Pulling her lips between her teeth, Lucy took the phone from his hand and placed it on the nightstand next to the picture of Kojo. He raised an eyebrow at her.

 “Sit up,” she said.

 He obliged, his back against the headboard. He folded his arms over his lap, but Lucy was quick to pull them apart and insert herself between them. She grinned as she threw her leg over his, her knees on either side of his thighs. His hands found her legging-clad thighs, his eyes twinkling at her. 

 “About what I said,” she paused trying to find the right words as he raised an eyebrow at her yet again.

 “You’ve said a lot of things,” he grinned.

 She shoved his shoulder, rolling her eyes, before her arms sought purchase around his neck.

 “During our re-do date…”

 “You said a lot of things during our re-do date.”

 “Would you shut up and listen to me?” she quipped lacking any real heat.

 He nodded.

 “‘It’s a better story for the grandkids,’” she repeated her phrase from that night.

 It wasn’t rocket science to figure out that’s where she was going with this. 

 “Ah,” he said in understanding.

 Lucy rested her forehead against Tim’s as she took in a breath.

 “I– um,” she hesitated.

 Tim leaned closer to kiss her, smiling against her lips.

 “For once, Lucy Chen is at a loss for words.”

 “I hate you.”

 “No, you don’t”

 “No, I don’t,” she pulled back to look in his eyes, “And I think that’s why that kinda ,” she gestured to her mouth, “popped out.”

 His hands ran up and down her thighs. Lucy hoped she never got used to the way he looked at her. Now that he didn’t have to hide it, he looked at her like that all the time. She saw the adoration and warmth in his gaze. He looked at her like she was the only thing in the world, her stomach somersaulting every time.

 “ Damn it, that’s what got me into this mess ,” she thought, a blush finding its way to her cheeks. 

 He squeezed her hips.

 “Ok, so I want to have kids with you. Big deal,” she blurted, somewhat surprised by her own confidence.

 Tim chuckled at her like he did that night, but he couldn’t help but notice the warmth that spread over his body.

 “Nice,” he echoed, seeking her lips out again.

 Forcing herself to pull away from the kiss, Lucy shrieked, “Are you kidding me? I mention grandkids on our second date, and tell you I want to have kids with you three weeks into dating, and that’s all you have to say?!”

 “Luce,” she smiled at the use of the new nickname.

 “I love you,” he continued.

 A grin spread across her features without her permission, wider than she thought possible, as she ran her fingers through the hair at the base of his head.

 “I love you, too.”

 He kissed her again. Because he could do that now. 

 “You know I’ve always wanted kids. When we’re ready, we’ll talk about it.”

 She pulled him closer, attaching her lips to his for what felt like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. 

 “Ok,” he breathed, “what do you want to do?”

 “I’ve never been late! I–” she stopped.

 “Breathe, Luce.”

 “Ineedtotakeatest–” it came out as more of one word than the six it was supposed to be, her head hanging.

 If Tim wasn’t intently focused on trying to maintain his own composure, he would have laughed at her.

 Looking up at him, eyes wide and glassy, Lucy said, “We need to go to the drug store. We need to know.”

 We. His heart swelled at the two-letter word. 

 “Ok, yeah.”

 She jumped up on shaky legs, flipping her hair out of her way, “What the hell are you doing still sitting there? We need to find out if you knocked me up!”

 Tim stared up at her, his mouth hanging open, “Oh, well, that’s romantic,” they both managed a laugh.

 “I’m freaking out here, Tim.”

 He stood up, his hands finding the side of her neck.

 “Ok, let’s go,” he pressed a smiling kiss to her forehead.

Lucy stared out the passenger window as Tim drove. He risked a glance at her. For the first time that he could remember, he couldn’t read her like an open book.

 “Are we ready for this?” she finally said, turning toward him, her hand finding his over the center console.

 “Is anyone ever really ready for a kid?”

 “That’s not an answer,” she huffed.

 “I don’t know, babe. But whatever happens, I’m right there. Always.

 “I know,” she smiled, squeezing his hand, turning back toward the window and lacing their fingers together.

 She knew Tim wanted kids, and so did she, but right now? They haven’t been together a year. They’ve only lived together for a few months. She was on track to make detective. She knew it should scare the hell out of her.

 But it didn’t.

 She knew Tim was her last first. She knew that he would make an exceptional  father. She caught herself grinning like an idiot as Tim pulled into the Walgreens parking lot.

 “What’re you smiling at?” his own lips quirking up.

 “You,” she replied, her eyes  gaining an iridescence in the sunlight.

 “Oh?”

 “I know this is fast, but,” she let out a watery laugh as focused on his shining baby blues, “I want this.”

 The dam broke and her tears spilled over as Tim reached for her.

 “I want it too,” he mumbled into her hair, his own tears threatening to fall. His hands got lost in her hair as he felt her body quiver against his.

 She pulled back, her lip quivering and her chin crinkling, “Yeah?”

 “Hell yeah.”

 He pulled her into him, his lips finding hers. The angle was awkward with the console between them, but they couldn’t help but smile into each other, salty tears mixing with her cherry chapstick.

 “Tim–” she choked, trying to figure out if she was laughing or crying.

 “Hey, we got this,” his hand rubbing soothing patterns over her back.

 He knew this was fast. Of course he knew that, but their relationship had always been the definition of “too much too soon.” He’s loved this woman for years, far longer than he even initially realized. He wanted a life with her, and if a baby happened sooner than either one of them expected, so be it. Nothing about their relationship had been typical or on a normal timeline, so why start now? His mind wandered to the little velvet box in the back of the top shelf of their hall closet. His lips curved upward, the lines around his eyes and mouth becoming more prominent as he pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s neck. 

They stood in the bathroom, the piece of white plastic that would determine the course of the rest of their lives sitting on the counter. 

 “Should I make a doctor's appointment, just in case?” she questioned.

 “I don’t know,” she blinked up at him, rambling again before he could answer, “I guess, if I am pregnant, I’ll need to.”

 “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I guess that’s true.”

 Missing her period, if she wasn’t pregnant, was strange. She might want to talk to her doctor about it anyway. She hasn’t had a late period in over fifteen years. 

 When the timer rang, Lucy blinked up at Tim, both holding in a breath.

 “I’m scared,” she squeaked.

 “You want me to do it?”

 She nodded.

 Tim took a breath, an attempt at steadying himself, and turned the test right side up.

 They looked down in unison.

 Lucy let out a shaking breath.

 One line.

 It was negative.

 She wasn’t pregnant. 

 Her head fell against Tim’s chest, his arms wrapping around her. He wasn’t about to say anything until he knew how she felt.

 Lucy was… sad . And she didn’t know why. Before an hour ago, having a baby wasn’t something she was truly considering, for the time being. 

 Tim pressed a kiss to her hair as he waited for her to be ready to talk. For once, she was the quiet one. Eventually, she pushed away to look at him, a few tears running down her cheeks. His hands found her jaw, his thumbs brushing the wetness from her face.

 “I guess I wanted a baby,” she let out a somewhat humorless laugh.

 “Yeah. Yeah, me too,” he sighed.

 She stood on her tippy toes and still had to tip her head up. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck as Tim pressed a kiss to the shoulder he has access to.

 “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked.

 “Yes. But not right now.”

 They stood together in the bathroom, enjoying the comfort of each other.

Lucy was curled into Tim’s side, vibrantly describing a docuseries she was trying to convince him to watch. He tried to argue with her, their banter ever present. Ultimately, he let her win. They spent the evening watching The Golden State Killer: It’s Not Over until Lucy broke through the static. 

 “I think I’m going to make an appointment with my doctor anyway,” she mumbled into his side.

 He tightened his grip on her in response. 

 “Not having my period, for whatever reason, is really weird for me. It’s been regular for like fifteen years now.”

 “You want me to go with you?”

 Their eyes found each other in the TV-lit living room.

 “No, it’s ok. I’m not pregnant, so it won’t be anything interesting,” she shrugged.

Lucy made the appointment with her family doctor. She and Tim spent the two weeks until her appointment not necessarily preventing pregnancy but not necessarily trying either, calling it practice. 

 Dr. Pelham did a physical exam and took urine and blood samples, running a repeat pregnancy test as a precaution. She told Lucy she would call her in a few days with the results. Lucy drove home trying not to become irritated at the gauze and tape on her inner arm. She listened to the radio and sang along to Taylor Swift, also trying not to think too hard.

 Before two weeks ago, she and Tim hadn’t talked about kids, save for that conversation in bed all those months ago. It was more of a maybe, someday kind of thing. Then, for about an hour, it seemed like a real possibility. But then it wasn’t. She went back and forth. Was it a good idea to have a baby right now? Their relationship was still fairly new and her career was important to them both. Tim was always protective of her career and reputation. But a baby? With Tim? She tried not to become too hysterical at the thought. God, it sounded perfect. She loved her life, and she loved her career, but she also loved Tim and the thought of them being parents together. She wanted it all. The guy, the career, the baby, the King of Canines. She had proven herself as a cop over and over again. Angela worked patrol and as a detective while she was pregnant. Nyla did the same thing. Or she could take a desk job at the station for a few months. She could handle it. She knew Tim would be behind her in whatever way she needed him. And she knew, at this point, no one would question her abilities. She could do this.

 When she got home, new revelation in hand and the desire to tell Tim about it, she was met with an overwhelming sense of excitement and just a little bit of terror.

 Tim heard Lucy pull into the driveway, and he felt a smile spread across his features. 

 He met her at the door.

 “Hey, how’d it go?”

 “It was fine, but can we talk?”

 He nodded, “Do you want to eat first? I got dinner.”

 “Ugh, yes please. I’m starved,” she threw her purse and paperwork on the foyer table, kicking her shoes off.

 He chuckled. He knew her well enough that even though she wanted to talk, nothing was wrong. She always wanted to talk about something, if he was being honest. It aggravated the hell out of him when she was his rookie, but after their thirteen months together were up and he became a sergeant, he grew to miss her incessant chattering. Even more so when she went to UC school and he didn’t even get to see her around the station.

 He led her to the backyard, a takeout bag and a wiggling Kojo waiting. It was a beautiful summer night. The sky was clear as the sun set, spreading shades of pinks, purples, and oranges across the sky. They sat down on the lounge chairs under the patio, Lucy crossing her legs and peering up at Tim. 

 God, he loved her. As her gorgeous doe eyes, the perfect shade of chocolate brown with bits of amber and honey, stared up at him and he couldn’t help the way his stomach flipped. He couldn’t help himself, his lips had a mind of their own as they found hers.

 “I love you,” he murmured against her mouth.

 “I love you, too.”

 Their meal was spent simply enjoying each other’s company, although neither forgot Lucy’s earlier comment. After she finished her veggie burger with extra pickles, she crawled onto Tim’s lap, folding herself against him. One hand was running fingers through her hair, the other tapping against his phone for their favorite playlist. 

 He’d have thought she fell asleep if it wasn’t for her fingers trailing up and down his arm.

 “Dance with me,” he said squeezing her bicep.

 “What?” she giggled, her chin on his chest.

 “Dance with me!”

 “Alright, alright,” she giggled, pushing off of him.

 They swayed back and forth in the backyard with Kojo having taken up residence on Lucy’s vacated seat. She had her arm wrapped around Tim’s waist, her hand in his and her cheek pressed to his chest. The smell of honeysuckle whirled around them, stars shining in the LA sky. Music played softly in the background, occasionally being interrupted by Kojo’s snores and snorts.

 They talked about their work, cases they dealt with and calls they responded to. Lucy mentioned something Celina told her about the bad vibes she was getting from her best friend’s new boyfriend. Tim told Lucy about Smitty managing to get his radio stuck in his duty belt and trying to use butter to remove it. 

 They traded laughs and infatuated glances. They were so content and happy together. Just being around each other was enough to ground them. 

 The look in your eyes when you smile that way

The sound of your voice sayin' my name.

I've been thinkin' about you

Just keep thinkin' about you.

 Trisha Yearwood’s voice flowed through the speaker on the table as Tim squeezed Lucy’s shoulders. 

 “Luce,” he halted their movements. 

 She scrunched her brow.

 “‘I love you,” he took a breath, “Whatever happens, I’m with you. No matter what. It was made very clear to me, years ago, that you made my life better. Despite everything you’ve been through, you are the literal human embodiment of sunshine,” he managed to make her giggle, “You’re graceful, you’re kind, you love the people in your life with your whole heart, including me. I was at the worst point in my life when we met, and not only did you stop me from making some… pretty bad decisions, even though I outranked you,” they both smiled,”you did it in a way that made me see the flaws in my logic.  I met you, and my life has never been the same. You showed me the beauty in the world again, and you showed me how to love again. You are literally the light in my life. We’ve always been good together. I love you, and I want forever with you.”

 Tears streamed down Lucy’s face as he spoke. His hands found the sides of her face, his thumbs wiping her tear stained cheeks before they fell to her waist. 

 “So,” his hand migrating to his back pocket to retrieve the little box that’s been taunting him and planting a knee in the grass, “Lucy Chen, will you marry me?”

 “Fuck yes!” she half-squeaked through tears and laughter. 

 Tim chuckled at her response and pulled the pear-shaped emerald and diamond ring from the box and slid in onto her shaking hand. A month in, Tim knew he wanted to marry her. Nine months in, he decided to buy a ring. One day, he knew he’d use it. Until then, he stashed it in the closet where he knew Lucy couldn’t reach.

 He stood up and her tiny hands found his neck and pulled him down toward her. The cool metal of her ring sent a shiver down his spine as she kissed him, the saltiness of her tears finding their tongues.

 Pulling away, Lucy placed her left hand on Tim’s chest and giggled at the sparkly new object adorning her finger.

 “An emerald?” she beamed.

 Tim almost blushed, “We both have a thing for green.”

 “I love you,” she laughed leaning up to kiss him once again.

 “Does this mean we can try for a baby now?” she asked against his lips.

 “Yeah? You want to?”

 “Yeah, I really do.”

 Her eyes glistened in the starlight of their backyard, her hair wound atop her head, his hands under her shirt. He remembered their second date, and the way the string lights around their table reflected off her eyes and made them sparkle. 

 “We can do this,” she reiterated. 

 He reached for her again, his hands finding her thighs as he bent at the knee. She wrapped her legs around him, both laughing through tears.

 “I love you so much,” she avowed as she locked her ankles around him.

 Tim walked them toward the sliding glass door, Kojo rousing at the sound of it opening. He ran around them to his water bowl before finding his bed in the corner of the living room. Tim continued the journey to their bedroom, Lucy wrapped around him. 

For the next few days, they were utterly basking in newly engaged bliss. Lucy decided that practicing is more fun when you’re engaged. For safety’s sake, Lucy couldn’t wear her ring at work, so she promptly ordered a silicone one from Etsy. Unbeknownst to him, she’d also ordered one for Tim. He didn’t have to wear it right now if he didn’t want to; he could wait until they were actually married. But she thought it would be a winsome surprise for him. 

 Lucy woke up to vibrating coming from her nightstand. Suppressing the desire to throw her phone against the wall, she answered it, “Chen.”

 Tim rubbed the sleep from his eyes, having woken up at the sound of his fiancé's voice.

 “Hi, Lucy. This is Dr. Pelham.”

 Lucy sat up so fast the room felt like it was spinning.

 “I have your test results.”

 “Ok…”

 Tim kissed her shoulder, knowing something had surprised her but not being able to hear the other end of the conversation.

 “We did run a second pregnancy test, just as a precaution, and it was positive.”

 Lucy gasped, her hand flying over her mouth as tears filled her eyes. At this, Tim was suddenly very awake.

 “Lucy, what?”

 Now, the room really was spinning. Giving her a moment, Dr. Pelham was silent on the other line. Lucy let out a breath the best she could. 

 “Everything else looks perfectly fine. But you are, indeed, pregnant. It looks like you just got a false negative with your home test”

 Tim rubbed a hand over her arm, waiting for her to clue him in.

 “You’ll want to make an appointment with your OB/GYN, and they can talk about your next steps.”

 “Ok, thank you.”

 “Have a good day.”

 “Thanks, you too.”

 Lucy ended the call, her phone falling from her hand. She was awash in tears, her hair frizzed with sleep, and her face pale with emotion.

 “I’m pregnant,” Lucy said, her voice shaking more than it ever had.

 “What?” Tim questioned, his voice cracking.

 She fell into him, her tears soaking his shirt, “I’m pregnant. The test we took was wrong.”

 “Oh, my God–” 

 He squeezed the woman in his arms, his own tears finally falling.

 Lucy leaned up, hand brushing away the flood of tears, the new addition to her hand gleaming in the morning light. 

 Tim forgot how to breathe. Shaking the faint remnants of sleep from himself, he tried to process the fact that his fiancé told him that she was pregnant. 

 She let out a watery chuckle at his gaping expression, both stunned at the news.

 “We’re having a baby,” she finally whispered. 

 “We’re having a baby!” He beamed, pushing her down on the mattress, his lips finding hers, her nails scraping down his bare back.

 “Tim,” she breathed against him.

 “Lucy,” he smiled.

 She just smiled, the thought of a mini her or Tim growing inside her. He slid his hands down her sides until he found the hem of her (his) shirt. He pulled up, her fingers running through the slightly longer strands of hair at the top of his head. He scooched down until he was level with her abdomen. He pressed his lips against her flat belly, and Lucy felt a new bout of tears threaten to overtake her. He kissed his way up her body, never failing to pay attention to the tattoo on her ribs.

 Lucy lost her composure, and she finally pulled him up again. She felt delirious, the look on Tim’s face saying he wasn’t too far behind.

 “We’re having a baby,” he repeated against her lips.

Note: This is the ring I envisioned for Lucy

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