both pregnant

pitch meeting at the CW

cw studio exec #1: hi peyton take a seat we’re so glad you’re here

cw studio exec #2: so why don’t you give us an idea of what you’re thinking

me: okay. so. the success of riverdale has told us two very important things: first, there is tremendous money to be made in taking beloved fictional characters for children and placing them at the centre of a grimdark fuckfest. and second - your target demographic will watch anything. literally anything. 

cw studio exec #1: excellent points. what are you proposing

me: you’re targeting the millennial demographic. kids who grew up in the late 90s, early 2000s. so let’s capitalize on that. let’s bank on their nostalgia. let’s take the most beloved saturday morning cartoon of that era, the longest-running children’s cartoon of all time - and let’s update it. let’s make it sexy. ladies and gentlemen, i give you The CW’s Arthur.

cw studio exec #1: brilliant

cw studio exec #2: i can’t believe we’ve never thought of this before

me: arthur read and his friends are all grown up… and they are discovering sex. and drugs. arthur will be played by tyler posey and he will have six-pack abs. he’s romantically involved with muffy crosswire, the undisputed head bitch in charge of elwood city high. this doesn’t sit well with his best friend, buster baxter - who is gay - or muffy’s best friend francine frensky - who is a lesbian - because diversity. 

cw studio exec #1: nice

me: meanwhile young d.w. read, at just 15 years of age, has become the kingpin of a deep web drug empire and the mastermind behind elwood city’s burgeoning crisis in organized crime. but when mr. ratburn is busted with a large shipment of cocaine, everything will change.

cw studio #2: love it

me: and d.w. must go on the lam. but can she run forever… even after she discovers she is… teen pregnant?

both cw studio execs: are literally crying and throwing money at me

Things Hamilton Doesn’t Tell You

Alexander and Eliza had 8 children. One of them was named Angelica.

Speaking of Angelica, she actually eloped with her husband to England. Maybe she did love him a little bit.

The Schuyler sisters were 3 of 14 Schuyler children, 8 who lived to adulthood. Angelica’s father did in fact have sons.

Maria Reynolds eventually divorced her husband. And get this, her attorney was Aaron Burr.

Angelica’s son Phillip worked for Alexander Hamilton as an aide-de-camp.

Once upon a time, a bunch of Tories and Native Americans broke into the Schuyler mansion, intending to seize the Schuyler sisters’ father. Everyone, including Angelica and Eliza, who were both pregnant, ran upstairs, but they forgot a baby downstairs, so Peggy went to get the baby and got confronted by the group. She scared off the group of Tories and Native Americans, but she did get a tomahawk thrown at her. 

Angelica’s son named a town after her. Best mother’s day gift ever.

Eliza and Alexander adopted a two-year-old girl whose mother had died and who lived with them until she was 12 and went to go live with her sister. 

Eliza lost both of her parents, Alexander, her son, and Angelica all within a 4 year period. She outlived all of her siblings except the youngest.

After Alexander died, Eliza made James Monroe apologize for his accusations of financial speculation against Alexander.

anonymous asked:

Oooh can you write about the reader surprising Gabe with the news that she's pregnant ( I don't mind how you do it) ❤

((So….saw this figurine…and was like…I could see like gifting Gabe this and…it snowballed from there http://www.bowbrookstudios.co.uk/graphics/1375.jpg ))

‘I have a surprise for you. Our room, 6 PM sharp. Got it?’

‘Yea yeah. See you then.’

‘Love you, grumpy.’

‘Love you too, ditzy.’

Excited butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you placed your phone down, fingers unconsciously settling onto your lower abdomen. A giddy grin tugged at your lips as your hands gently smoothed over the area, over the baby, your baby. Dr. Villeneuve had told you that you were seven weeks along after you had gone in requesting an antiemetic for the ‘stomach bug’ you thought you had picked up from a mission in Seoul. While the doctor had started the paperwork to have you transferred to administrative and desk duties, you asked for a short hold so that you could inform Gabriel of the information before the temporary transfer landed on his desk. That was yesterday.

Today you had taken a day of personal time and ventured into Geneva; picking up items for tonight’s special surprise for the man. Groceries for dinner, a pregnancy test, as well as a gift box and a special surprise you had stumbled upon on your way back to the headquarters. Reluctantly you pulled your hands away from the bulge that was beginning to distend from your lower stomach and ran them over the wrapped gift box. You had chosen to encase the surprise in his favorite colors; black wrapping paper, silver ribbons and a giant deep purple bow placed at the top right hand corner of the box. Was it a bit overdramatic? Maybe. But so were they and any good news deserved to be celebrated in a grandiose way. Especially this.

Glancing at your phone you stared at the numbers that blinked back at you. 4:12 PM. Nodding your head you rolled up the sleeves of your blouse as you began the prep work for the dinner.


“Ah! Gabe? Stop stop stop! Don’t move!”

You hurriedly picked up the bowl of hand tossed salad and placed it on the table next to the feta and spinach crusted salmon, turning on the heel of your foot and jogging towards the door. You couldn’t hide the giddy grin that spread across your face as you caught sight of Gabriel, the man sniffing the air slightly, brow furrowed. Stopping in front of him, you watched the expression on his face change as he caught sight of you, his mildly confused look shifting into a small, surprised smile. You had decided to spruce up your appearance while the salmon cooked; you had changed into a soft pink midi dress, an apron still tied loosely around your waist. You had even applied a bit of makeup, a sweep of gloss across your lips, eyeliner and mascara on your eyes, a naturally excited blush on your cheeks. Fishing your phone from the apron’s front pocket, you pulled it out and glanced at the time before giving a hearty nod. 5:46 PM.

“Good job”, you praised taking a half step forward and giggling softly when Gabriel opened his arms up for you.

You moved into his embrace, humming happily as you were enveloped by his warmth, your arms wrapping tight around him. It felt like you were practically buzzing with excitement, Gabriel dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He still smelt like his cologne from this morning, dressed in his dark slacks and hoodie, the beanie pulled down over his head of loose curls.

“Dressed up and dinner”, Gabe murmured against the top of your head pulling back just enough so he could look down at you. Your heart melted as his eyes connected with yours, a tender sweetness in his gaze as he stared at you. These were the moments that you absolutely adored; the way the Gabe could look at you and make it feel like you were the center of the universe, mirthful warmth filling you from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, every part of you feeling completely enraptured by him. He would be such a good father. That thought made even more butterflies fill your insides. “What’s the occasion, cariño?”

“I have a surprise for you”, you practically hummed, standing on your tiptoes and placing a soft kiss against his jawline. Pulling away from his arms, you gently laced your hands with his and pulled Gabe further into the apartment. “Ta-da! My specialty salmon and freshly tossed salad. But surprise first!”

Glancing over your shoulder you watched Gabe’s brows shoot up in surprise before the dark skinned man’s expression morphed into one of pure adoration and curiosity. Walking in front of him, you moved to the other side of the dining room table and pulled out your chair for him. You waited until he was sitting to slide the black wrapped gift in front of him, your face burning darker as your heart began to speed up. You gnawed slightly on your bottom lip as he made a show of taking his time, his glance and smirk that he threw your way making that obvious. You pouted briefly before he assented, the soft, rich baritone of his chuckle sending shivers up and down your spine. Your hands laid against your lower abdomen again, whether to quell the explosion of butterflies or subconsciously touch where the true surprise laid, you didn’t know.

“A card”, Gabe questioned as he pulled off the lid, tissue paper hiding the other gifts that laid in wait. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you watched him pick up the handwritten card, the pregnancy test taped to the back of it. “Let’s see… ‘Owl bet you’ll be excited by this!’…really Y/N?”

“Keep reading!”

“So–oh my god–so have a hoot and rip the rest of this paper up”, Gabriel finished with a snicker, glancing at your blushing face from over the card. You motioned at the box, trying to contain your giddiness as he easily pulled the crinkling tissue paper away. “You really are something else querida…you know th—-”

It felt like your heart might burst as he finally tore through the black and purple tissue paper, his hands stilling as he looked from the gift back up to you and back. Your smile was practically splitting your face as you watched his reaction to the figurines you had purchased. He had only torn half the paper off, only revealing one of the finely sculpted and painted barn owls, the male. Gabriel’s love of owls was no secret to you, on missions he could name various species of the birds, securing dates at local sanctuaries and even having a picture of a snowy owl as the background to his cell phone. His hands quickly tore through the rest of the paper quickly, jaw going slack as he stared at the figurine you had given him. The base of the clay item was made to look like a three, the dips and hollows in the barks expertly sculpted and painted to look like an oak tree. Two adult barn owls stood on the left and right branch of the base; black eyes, tan and white feathered body and faces looking so lifelike that a slight nudge might make them take off. In between the adults sat one chick, feathers cream colored and fluffy, the clay baby bird somehow looking soft as its real world counterpart.

“You like it”, you questioned only to squeak as Gabe’s arms wrapped around your center, yanking you into his lap. He was grinning as he pressed multiple kisses against the back of your head and side of your cheek. You giggled breathily, arms resting over his as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, hand moving into the scraps of discarded paper and finding the small stick that had accidentally been tossed to the side.

“I love it”, Gabriel stated quickly, honestly, one of his hands lifting up and gently stroking the case. He was clearly enthralled by the statue, but with this one last piece it would pull the rest of this together.

“I…I have one last thing for you”, you stated quickly, the words tumbling out of your lips quickly. You grabbed his hand with your empty one before dropping the pregnancy test in his hand. He lifted it so that he could see it over your shoulder, freezing perfectly still as his eyes read the small digital display. Giddiness welled up in your chest as you felt him begin to turn you in his lap, his eyes meeting yours as you tried to resist the quiver that wanted to take over your vocal chords. “Surprise!”

“En serio”, he asked, voice breathless, dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears. You nodded, your own eyes prickling as tears threatened to fall from your own eyes, dipping your head forward to press against his.

He was shaking, his lips crashing into yours as emotions overcame him, his arms wrapping around you bruisingly tight before quickly releasing you, his hands moving to your abdomen. He pulled away from your lips, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared and touched your stomach, thumbs moving in slow circles near your belly button. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, pushing his tears away as you nuzzled against him. Children were dreamy talk to the both of you, neither one of you genuinely knowing if you could get pregnant. The both of you had been exposed to acrid, volatile chemicals, various physical injuries and even slight radiation. Combined with Gabriel’s genetic modifications through SEP, there were so many unknowns that could possibly prevent it and yet…

“How many weeks”, Gabriel asked when he found his voice again, the rich baritone thick with emotion. His large hands still rested against your middle, the warmth of his skin easily bleeding through the fabric of the apron and dress.   

“Seven weeks”, you answered instantly, giving a watery giggle as his eyes lifted up to you in shock. You could see another question forming in his mind and answered it before he could ask. “I found out yesterday, the doc already has my paperwork ready to go…asked her to wait so I could surprise you with the news.”

Gabriel gave a slight bark of laughter as he leaned his head up and pressed a hard kiss to your lips once more.

“Best fucking surprise ever.”

How Mark loves Bridget?!

“Are you happy?”

Here is the difference when Bridget told both that she’s pregnant. The first thing came up from Jack’s mind is the baby. But with Mark, his priority is Bridget, is she happy with this news? Is she happy to have a child with him?

“Our boy”

Both of them are happy to be the father. But the most important things is with who. And friendly reminder that quote from Mark’s letter “I want a life with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Falling in love doesn’t happen on paper

How much Jack loves Bridget? One of the top reason that Jack attracted by Bridget is about her personality or that 97% on paper. And Mark, well you know the rest (just as you are; lmao) and look at how well Mark understands Bridget.

You are my world

Bridget left Mark in the next morning after the christening, and the baby is the only connect them back together. So, when Jack let Mark believes the baby isn’t him, Mark just gave up. But when he found the reindeer jumper, it’s clearly that he hasn’t, can’t forget Bridget. And in the airport, he saw Tom with his adopted child. This is the moment he realizes why he can’t be like Tom? Is that really important if the baby is not his son? Because the important thing is he still love her. That’s why he came back to Bridget and ..

Just as I love you

“What if he’s not yours?” She is not finding the answer, she just wants to confirm it. This is not only about who is the father or how much he will love her son, but also about how much this person love her. Remember in BJD, she said I’m not willing to gamble my whole life on someone who’s not quite sure.I’m still looking for something more extraordinary than that.”,obviously Jack paused a moment too long when Mark answered her without any hesitation…It doesn’t matter at all. Jack said he loves her, but that love isn’t strong enough to love her son too. In the opposite, the love Mark for Bridget is strong and powerful for him to love her son. “Then I will love him anyway” .See the difference?

Affectionate // Cheryl Blossom

Summary: Following a tragedy you move in with your guardian, Sheriff Keller and his reluctant son. Over the course of Freshmen year Cheryl and you fall in love despite her parents viewing of her sexuality but will you ever truly be accepted in your new family?

Prompt #14: Okay, so I kissed you to get a girl off my back but it turns out I can’t stop thinking about you

Characters: Reader x Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Sheriff Keller, Kevin Keller, The Blossoms, Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones.

Words: 2763

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved.

Warnings: Swearing, Cliff and Penelope Blossom, same sex relationship, drinking, mention of death and angst.

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: I conjoined two requests into this because it fit perfectly! I hope you enjoyed this. Add us on snapchat: caitsyandash

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Freshmen year was tough for Cheryl Blossom, her family was only just beginning to fracture under the disappointed of her parents. Jason was strongly telling their parents he didn’t want to take over the business and Cheryl had admitted to her parents why she wouldn’t date the red headed teen sent to their home for two weeks. The Blossoms and Denali’s had been friends since Penelope and Sarah were toddlers and when both became pregnant the families came to a decision. The Blossom daughter would marry a Denali son to bring the families together for mutual financial pros, the red hair, and to make Penelope and Sarah legally family.

When Liam Denali came to learn the family business and meet his betrothed it had been to the discomfort of Cheryl. The thing was that while Liam was okay with the made future, Cheryl wasn’t because she wasn’t into Liam. Cheryl preferred females instead of males and when she told her parents shit hit the fan.

“No way. This had been in agreement since Sarah and I found out we were pregnant. Young lady you will ignore those feelings and marry Liam.” Penelope sternly told her daughter.

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Request - Could you maybe do a SUPER fluffy Happy/Pregnant!Reader one with Happy being super protective and all around involved with the pregnancy to the point the guys want to hit him if he tries to show off his Old Lady’s belly pics ONE MORE TIME??? Kozik being godfather and crying/threatening lives would also be awesome (though I know this is a LOT)

I’ve never been pregnant so I apologise if I got anything wrong, and for it being so short. I also included the baby being born but I can always rewrite it if you don’t like it! - Red_w00dy xoxo

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Groaning as you climbed out of the car, you slowly made your way towards the clubhouse with one hand pressed against your aching back and the other resting on your swollen stomach. You were eight and half months pregnant with your first child and were calling in to see your Old Man, Happy, on your way home from the hospital. Much to your surprise, Happy had been more involved with the pregnancy than you’d expected. You’d assumed he’d take a laid back approach to the whole situation but you couldn’t have been more wrong. He came to all your scans with you, spent all his free time decorating the baby’s nursery in anticipation of its arrival and constantly went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable. You couldn’t ask for anything more, he’d been perfect ever since the pair of you had found out you were expecting.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Come on, let’s get you sat down!” Kozik exclaimed when you entered the building, rushing to escort you over to the couch where Gemma and Tara were sat deep in conversation.

“I can’t wait to get this baby out of me, I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my entire life” You yawned, relaxing into the soft leather and smiling at Gemma who had began to run her hand over your large stomach.

“I can’t wait either, I’m so excited to meet my godson for the first time” Kozik grinned, perching himself on the edge of the pool table. Ever since you and Happy had asked him, he’d made it his mission to be the best godfather he could be.

“What makes you think it’s going to be a boy, Blondie? For all you know it could be a girl” You enquired, raising an eyebrow at your husband’s best friend and smiling when you felt your baby kick inside of you.

“I have to agree with Kozik, Y/N, you’re definitely having a boy. I’m even willing to bet money on it” Gemma interjected before Kozik could reply, dropping a ten dollar bill on the table as Tara and Kozik did the same.

“You’re all gonna be shit out of luck when I give birth to a beautiful little girl then, aren’t you?” You smirked, adding to the small pile of notes in front of you. Happy would kill you if he found out you were betting on the sex of your unborn child again.

You continued to argue about the baby’s gender for another hour, maintaining that you were going to be having a girl, not a boy. The conversation soon turned to Happy becoming a father, the other two women coming to the conclusion the baby had no hope of being normal with Happy as the child’s father and Kozik as it’s godfather. You pointed out that Abel was fine despite having grown up around Happy and Tig of all people. Tara simply replied that they had only ever left Abel alone with Tig once, and had decided never to do it again after Abel had returned home wanting to grow up to have as many girlfriends as his Uncle Tig had. You made a mental note not to leave the baby with Tig when it was born, deciding that having Kozik for a godfather would be enough craziness for the child.

“All I’m saying is that I’ve already seen the pictures today, Hap. I didn’t mean any offence by it” Juice rolled his eyes as the guys entered the room, referring to the maternity shots that Happy liked to carry around everywhere with him.

“You saying my girl isn’t beautiful or something, Ortiz?” Happy growled, clutching a photograph in his hand and blissfully unaware of the fact you were stifling your laughter in the corner.

“She’s stunning, hottest pregnant chick I’ve ever seen!” Juice stuttered, backing away from the Tacoma Killer with a fearful look in his eyes. “I just mean you could show someone else instead, maybe someone that hasn’t seen them a million times”

“Good luck with that, Juicy,” You laughed from where you sat, attracting the attention of the members of the MC. “He’s shown them to everyone, including the mailman, the guy that came to fix the boiler, the old lady that asked to borrow some sugar…”

“Why do I not find that hard to believe? You should have seen Romeo’s face earlier, I thought he was going to shoot himself when Hap started telling him about your birth plan” Jax chuckled, the guys seating themselves in various chairs around the room.

“You told a guy you barely know about me giving birth? What were you thinking?” You scolded, motioning for Opie and Bobby to pull you out of your seat so you could storm over to where Happy leaned against the bar.

“Thanks a lot, brother,” Happy muttered under his breath, moving to rest his hands on your bump when you finally reached him. “All I said is that we weren’t having an epidural if we could help it”

“And you think that’s something you say to someone that you’ve met on a handful of occasions? You’re ridiculous, Happy Lowman” You shook your head in disbelief at your man’s actions, covering his calloused hands with your considerably smaller ones on your pregnant stomach.

You both fell silent when Kozik mentioned the bet behind you, your face indicating your embarrassment as Happy shot you an amused look. All the guys voiced their own opinions of what you were going to be having whilst adding ten dollar bills to the pile. Bobby, Juice, Opie, Jax and Clay agreed with Gemma, Tara and Kozik that you were going to have a boy, leaving Chibs, Rat, Tig, Phil and Piney to support your firm opinion that it was going to be a girl - a little SAMCRO princess as Tig had expertly put it.

“It can’t be a girl,” Kozik frowned, directing everyone’s attention to where he was standing. “I don’t want to spend my final years chasing guys away with Happy. They’re called the golden years for a reason”

“Tough shit, ” Happy growled, resting his hands on your hips when you turned around to face the rest of the room. “If it is a girl, all of you better be prepared to scare any potential boyfriends away”

“Happy, we’ve talked about this” You sighed, resting your head against his chest and allowing your eyes to flutter shut, feeling his lips press softly against your forehead.

“I don’t care, babe. She’s never going to have a boyfriend, not if I have anything to do with it” He replied gruffly, tracing circles into your hips as you fought back the urge to sigh at his behaviour.

“Our daughter will be allowed to date whoev-” You snapped before a sharp pain in your stomach cut your sentence short, followed by a damp feeling in your underwear and water trickling down your legs.

“Babe, what is it?” Happy quizzed frantically, moving to stand in front of you and stare down at the floor where a puddle of water had began to form on the ground by your feet.

“Hap, my waters have just broken” You breathed, his eyes widening as Gemma immediately took control of the situation. She sent Happy to go grab the bag from his dormitory, threw her car keys to Kozik so he could drive and beckoned Tara to come help her lead you outside.

“Oh fuck, what are we supposed to do?” Kozik panicked, helping you into the back of the car with Tara as Happy jogged across the lot. “Happy, do you have everything? You got your toothbrush? Y/N’s toothbrush? The baby’s toothbrush? Wait, the baby won’t have teeth… will it?”

“Kozik, just shut the fuck up and drive me to the fucking hospital already!” You screamed when another wave of searing pain coursed through you, causing you to grip Happy’s hand in an attempt to block out the pain.

***

Nine hours later you found yourself gazing fondly at the baby girl in your arms, Happy perched on the edge of the mattress with his arm draped around your shoulders whilst smiling down at your newborn daughter. Tufts of black hair poked out from underneath the little pink hat she wore, her big brown eyes that resembled Happy’s so much staring up at you both. You couldn’t fight the overwhelming amount of love you felt for the newborn. You looked up to meet Happy’s gaze, nodding at him to signal that you were ready for him to bring in the MC that you knew were waiting outside the room.

“Guys,” Happy grinned when they entered, waiting until they had all come in before he spoke again. “I’d like you to meet the newest member of the family - Isabella Sofia Lowman”

“That’s a beautiful name” Tara commented, both her and Gemma pushing through the crowd of men to stand next to you and look down at the baby in your arms.

“We named her after Happy’s Mom and my Aunt Sofia” You informed them, nodding your head towards Kozik to come forwards so that he could meet his goddaughter.

“I don’t want to drop her,” The blonde fretted when you handed her to him, stray tears falling down his cheeks when he caught sight of her properly. “She’s gorgeous. Hey Hap, we’re going to have trouble keeping the guys away from this one”

“You’re telling me, I’m going to have to send her to an all-girl’s boarding school or something” Your husband joked, moving to stand at his best friend’s side and gently brush his hand across Isabella’s cheek, Kozik rocking her gently in his arms.

“Oi Kozik,” You said after a couple of minutes, blue meeting brown as he raised his head to look at you. “You owe me ten bucks”

“Best ten bucks I ever spent”

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Theo x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: hints of smut at the end, description of Theo’s injury


You found Theo slumped on the kitchen floor, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath, slowly healing. It wasn’t the first time you’d found him like that, in fact it wasn’t even the first time that week, sick of your words falling on deaf ears you stepped over him, fetching a glass of water before heading back to bed.

“(Y/N)?” Theo called but you just ignored him.

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Reasons Peggy is an Underrated Schuyler Sister


She had a tomahawk thrown at her head 

 As legend goes, Peggy had a tomahawk thrown at her head while rescuing her baby sister from her family’s British-captured house. The family were all cooped up upstairs when they remembered they forgot about their infant sister. Eliza and Angelica were both pregnant at the time and could not–so our brave Peggy snuck downstairs, rescued the baby, and fled upstairs. On the way a British soldier cornered her with a gun, but she told him her father was alarming the village. While she fled back upstairs in the confusion a native American threw a tomahawk at her head, missing and creating a dent still visible in the Schuyler mansion.

 She had a sarcastic sense of humor

 One night at a ball Angelica dropped a garter, gallantly swept up off the floor by Alexander Hamilton. Angelica teased him that he wasn’t Knight of the Garter, to which Peggy quickly added, “He would be a Knight of the Bedchamber, if he could.” 

 She had a spunky sense of independency 

 At 25, Peggy eloped with her distant cousin Stephan Van Rensselaer who was 19 and still a minor. Back then women were expected to marry both up the class order and older men. Peggy chose to make her life different than others, marrying a man both beneath her class and younger than she. 

 She was a bit pretentious 

 Peggy tended to think she was always the center of everyone’s attention, aloof and supercilious. Men loved her, obviously loving her royal air. Women tended to dislike her, to which Peggy quickly tried make them love her more. We don’t know if she ever succeeded in being loved by the women; that’s all lost to history.

 She made Peggy her nickname instead of Meg 

 Peggy’s actual name is “Margarita’ (sometimes written Margaret), and the common nickname for those names are Meg or Meggy. That obviously was too mainstream for her, and she chose to give herself the name Peggy instead.

 She lived a full life and died young 

 Peggy died in 1801 at the age of 42 after developing a sickness. Hamilton was by her side the whole time, his affection for her still strong. Her charismatic and spunky flame flickered out much the same as Theodosia Burr’s; two women leading an independent and nontraditional lives in the midst of patriarchy.

Just remember: and Peggy

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“Thank you.” He smiled, handing the signed check back to the waitress who thanked him as well, beginning to clear the table as the two of us stood from our chairs. I shrugged on my coat, grabbing my bag and Harry’s hand as he led us to the front of the restaurant we decided on for lunch. We both knew there was no escaping the London paparazzi, especially when they wanted pictures of my favorite rock star after the debut of his first album

It was something we had both agreed to deal with when we decided to get out of the house for the first time in days, after celebrating the release of the album in some intimate and non-intimate ways, baking a whole tray of cookies and eating them in one sitting, for instance.

WE decided on lunch in the heart of London, security obviously escorting us to and from the car which made the two of us feel safer than if we were alone.

He led me out the door and into the busy London streets where guards were already surrounding us and screams and flashes were invading my two most vital senses. 

‘Are the rumors true?’

‘Show us the ring!’

‘(Y/N) are you pregnant!?’

WE both knew it was coming, the tabloids were too interested in our personal lives to let something as big as an engagement slip past. It started in the beginning of April when the two of us went on vacation to Peter Island with our friends for a week, taking a break before the album release.

It was there when photos were taken of us, all by friends, all with our permission, getting cuddly, kissing, laughing, holding hands, and just being awfully cute as we are said to be. One picture in particular that had people talking about the supposed engagement was one Jeff took of everyone on the sand, smiling on the beach on our last day at the Island. The sun, both of out enemies at this moment, had beamed straight onto my hand, leaving a little glimmer on my ring finger that many news outlets and fans think is an engagement ring.

We thought it was best not to answer, squeezing each other’s hand in reassurance before we were led into the parking garage to the car where the paparazzi weren’t allowed.

“I can’t believe they all think we’re engaged.” He smirked as we settled in the car, facing each other in the backseat with smiled on our faces.

“I know! How rude, jus’ assuming things that may or may not be true.” I laughed, taking the ring he slid out from his pocket and sliding it back on my ring finger where it belongs. “They could at least wait for us t’ tell ‘em.” I settled back into my seat, looking over at him with a small smile.

“We should a’least tell ‘em you’re not pregnant,” He laughed, taking my hand in his and playing with the band of the engagement ring. “S’just a food baby.” He rested a hand on my stomach, a serious expression on his face.

I slapped his hand away, bringing my knees into my chest. “You ass.” I laughed, watching as he tried to make up for it by leaning over and showering my face with kisses. I let it happen, how could I not. His little kisses were something I couldn’t get enough of.


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Owned - pt 10

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Darling, look at this arrangement. They’re so beautiful!” Mrs. Kim said.

The flowers you gave her were, of course, from the best shop in town.

The reporters were buying everything. Mr. Kim smiled and nodded at his wife.

“I’m glad you like them.” You said.

Namjoon remained silent.

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Mikasa getting really high and stressing about getting Annie pregnant.

“What if I get you pregnant…?”

“What If you get me pregnant? Annie oh god we need to start using condoms…" 

Annie shushing her. "Mikasa.. we’re both girls”

“OH GOD WHAT IF WE BOTH GET PREGNANT?" 

Steel Magnolias - Actress!Reader, Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: Fluff, attempted humour near the end

Word Count: 1316

Warning/s: Mentions of pregnancy (Is that even a warning?)

A/N: I’m a drama student and I was rehearsing this scene from Steel Magnolias for an assessment and came up with an idea to combine it with the Avengers. Enjoy 😉


“No, you’re getting rest. I think that rehearsal can wait, Y/N.” Bruce insisted.

“But the show’s next week! I need to get through the blocking and the lighting preferences and-“ You argued, trying to sit up. Bruce put a warning hand on your shoulder, giving you a stern look as he pushed you back down. 

“Too late! I’ve already approved your absence.” Tony waltzed into the lab, waving his phone screen at you. 

You weren’t giving up. “Tony, they need me! I’m one of the main characters of the whole thing!” 

“They’ll have to deal with it themselves.” He shrugged. “Besides, you’re hurt and sick, therefore unfit to attend. You’re not going and that is final. Who even rehearses at school on the weekend?” 

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Baby Rogers - Captain America x Reader

Summary : Reader is pregnant, and she has no idea how she’s going to tell Steve…The other Avengers try to help. 

(My master list, by the way : Right here )

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Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT.  You knew there was nothing to be afraid of, that he was going to be great as usual…but you were scared shitless. 

Were you ready to have a baby ? You didn’t really know, the only thing you were sure of was that if you ever wanted kids, it was with Steve. He proposed to you a few months ago and you were suppose to get married the coming summer, a child wasn’t really part of the plan. However, the more you thought about it, the more you smiled…But was he going to be as happy ? You were totally freaking out, alone in your bathroom, glad that he wasn’t home right now. He would have totally understand that something was wrong with you…it was fairly obvious really. So you were glad to be alone. Well, not really. You wished you had someone to tell, someone that wasn’t your fiancé. 

You bolted out of your bathroom, grabbing a jacket, and went to the Avengers’ Tower common room, hoping to find a friend there. While you walked to the common room, you started to panic. You knew Steve, he would never hurt you…So what if he didn’t want a kid, but just to please you would act as if it was OK ? What if he decided that he didn’t wanna marry you anymore, and you suddenly found yourself raising a kid alone ? Granted, it wouldn’t be that difficult, you being a Stark, but…You were never so glad to see your brother, chilling in the common room with your friends. They were all there. Wanda, Natasha, Thor, Clint, Vision and Bruce. 

You came in awkwardly, and they didn’t notice you right away. 

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Heart to heart.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader
Word count : 1,937
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 5 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



The next Friday, you were standing in front of your fridge, glaring at it. “How dare you.” You mumbled. “I’m starving, and you might as well be empty.” Nothing looked appetizing enough. Shutting the fridge with a sigh, you turned to the counter and opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out some take-out menus.

You were bent over the counter flipping through them when you heard a knock at your door. “Coming!” When you pulled it open, you were surprised to see Jared. “Hey. I thought you were heading home, like usual?”

He shook his head. “Gen’s..” He shrugged. “She’s still pretty pissed at me. It was strongly hinted at that I should probably stay away for a bit.” He licked his lips.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but you kinda deserve that.”

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It’s A ... |Conor Maynard|

Summary -  Can you do one where y/n is pregnant and can’t sleep coz of backache and wakes Conor up in the night in pain? Can you do an imagine were Conor and y/n find out that they are expecting a baby - they tell the boys / all the boys then start betting on the sex of the baby?

Word Count - 1,487

Warnings - N/A

A/N - I had two requests to do with Y/N being pregnant that both included Conor so I made them both into one!


Turning onto your left side, you let out a deep sigh as you pulled the duvet up to your chin and nuzzled into the pillow that was under your head.

You were trying to sleep, but the dull ache in your back was making that impossible. But you knew the pain would be worth it when you welcomed the little life into world in 4 months time. Though you and Conor were the only ones that actually knew you were carrying a tiny life inside of you. You thought Conor would have told his friends by now, but he had managed to keep it a secret for now.

You both wanted to do things right. So you decided to wait until you were five months gone before you told anyone, and since your five month mark was yesterday, you were fine to tell all of the boys, and Conor’s brother. You and Conor didn’t really feel ready to tell anyone yet.

Turning onto your back once again, you slid your hand under the duvet and onto your small bump that was just about showing. You had hidden it quite well by wearing Conor’s hoodies and jumpers. The boys didn’t think anything of it as you normally stole Conor’s clothes, but of course he didn’t mind.

A grumble from your right side disrupted your thoughts as you turned your head and smiled at Conor, who returned the smile but very sleepily.

“Can you not sleep?” Conor asked, stretching his arms above his head.

“Not really, my back is aching.” You shrugged, running your left hand through your hair.

“Hurting?” Conor asked, with a concerned look on his face. You smiled at how protective and caring he had been since you told him you were pregnant.

“No, just like a twitch in my back.” You sighed, resting the palm of your hand on your back and starting to rub it gently.

“Come here and sit infront of me.” Conor chuckled as he sat up, switching the light on that was perched on the bedside table next to him.

Smiling to yourself, you moved infront of Conor as he pulled his knees up and you sat yourself in between them.

Conor’s hands moved up the back of your shirt, well it was Conor’s shirt, and he started massaging your back, resting his chin on your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck.

“I love you, you know that?” Conor mumbled, gently planting a few kisses along your jaw line as shivers shot down your spine. Conor must have felt the goose bumps under his touch because you felt him smirk against your neck.

“I love you too.” You chuckled, leaning your back against his chest as one of Conor’s hands moved around to your bump as the tension started to fade away from your chest.

After a few minutes, both of Conor’s hands were on your bump and he softly kissed your neck a few times.

“Feel better?” Conor asked, stroking your hair gently as you nodded.

“A lot better, thank you.” You smiled, turning around so you were facing him, cross legged.

That sleepy smile that you loved was still plastered on Conor’s face as his eyes sparkled slightly in the dim glow of the lamp on the bedside table.

“Can we go back to sleep?” Conor chuckled, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

Nodding in response, you lay back down on the bed and pulled the duvet over yourself again as Conor switched off the bedside lamp.

You felt Conor’s arms wrap around your waist as you turned onto your side again.

“I think we should tell the boys tomorrow, because I’ve got something planned.” Conor told you. Even though it was dark, you could hear him grinning.

“What have you got planned?” You asked, chuckling slightly. God knows what Conor had planned, but whatever it was you knew he wouldn’t tell you.

“You’ll see.” Conor chuckled, kissing your cheek before resting his head on his pillow again and he fell asleep in seconds.

Rolling your eyes in the darkness, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, wondering what Conor could possibly have planned that involved telling the boys and Jack.

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The next morning, you were joined in the living room by 6 loud guys who were all asking the same question.

“Where’s Conor then?” Jack groaned impatiently.

“How should I know?” you chuckled, sitting on the sofa next to Joe.

You weren’t lying, you had no idea where Conor was, or when he was coming back.

“He left at 7 this morning, haven’t heard or seen him since.” You told the others, taking a sip of water from the bottle you were holding.

“Have you tried calling him?” Caspar asked, looking up from his phone.

“No Caspar, I never thought of that.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling. You knew Caspar was only trying to be helpful but sometimes it just didn’t pay off.

As if on queue, Conor stepped through the door a few minutes later, holding a box in his arms.

“You all made it!” He grinned excitedly, placing the box on the coffee table infront of himself.

Everyone, you included, looked at the box with a confused expression on your face.

“We’ve got something to tell you guys.” Conor smiled, sliding his jacket off and putting it on the arm of the sofa before offering you his hand.

Still with the confused expression on your face, you stood up and placed your hand in his, making sure his hoodie that you were currently wearing covered your bump.

“You’re engaged?” Jack asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows against his knees.

“No, we-” Conor started.

“You’re pregnant?” Joe laughed, as you and Conor fell silent and looked at the boys as they stared back at you.

“You’re pregnant?” Jack repeated, standing up and his eyes dropped to your stomach.

You nodded slightly as Conor’s grip tightened on your hand.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be an uncle!” Jack grinned, hugging Conor before picking you up off the floor and hugging you tightly.

“I didn’t think you had it in you!” Joe laughed, nudging Conor in the ribs gently with his elbow.

Conor rolled his eyes and chuckled as he hugged all of the boys, and they all hugged you as well.

“How did we not see the bloody bump?!” Caspar laughed, as you lifted your hoodie up slightly.

“Clearly I hid it well.” You chuckled, looking down at your bump.

“You’re barely showing though. Are you sure you’re pregnant?” Oli laughed.

“So what are you having?” Jack asked excitedly, having the same sparkle in his eyes that Conor had when he was happy.

“I bet it’s a boy!” Mikey piped up, smiling at you both.

“Girl!” Caspar shouted.

“No, it’s definitely a boy!” Josh butted in, chuckling.

“I actually hope it’s a boy!” Oli grinned.

“It’s a girl, promise!” Joe grinned, eyeing the plain white box suspiciously.

“We don’t actually know yet.” You told them, finding it very cute at how excited all of the boys were.

“Well, actually.” Conor chuckled, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as you looked at him confused.

“I went to the hospital this morning and picked up the results, went to a place in town and they made a box to reveal the sex of the baby.” Conor told all of you.

“I thought it would be a bit more exciting this way.” Conor shrugged, looking at you shyly.

A grin spread across your face as you looked at Conor and kissed his cheek.

“Open it! I wanna know if I’m having a niece or nephew!” Jack shouted excitedly.

Conor rolled his eyes and chuckled, taking another smaller box out of the white one, which was splattered with flecks of pink and blue paint.

Butterflies instantly started flying around your stomach as you noticed the writing on the side of the box.

‘He or she? What will baby Maynard be?’

 

The sight of those words made your heart swell as the boys started shouting excitedly.

“Conor! Open the bloody box!” Joe laughed as Caspar started jumping up and down on the spot.

“You do it.” Conor grinned, rubbing your back gently.

Reaching over, you broke the seal on the box and out floated a large …

Pink balloon.

“It’s a girl!” You grinned excitedly, tears brimming your eyes as the boys all jumped on you and Conor, giving you both hugs once again.

“Our little girl!” Conor smiled happily, resting his hands on your bump as you felt her kick against his hand.

“Our little girl.” You smiled back, leaning your forehead against Conor’s as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You turned back to the boys, who were still bouncing around excitedly.

Your little girl was going to be incredibly lucky to have these idiots around all the time.

Family

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x female reader
Warnings: Cussing, PURE CUTENESS
Description: You and Lip live on your own and you tell everyone your secret c;
A/N: This is incredibly cute okay I AM NOT SORRY -Renee


You and Lip had been together since anyone could remember. You had become another member of the family, so seeing you at the Gallagher house was just another day. Fiona, V, and Svetlana were your three best friends and Debs was like a little sister to you. Ian and Carl were also close to you. No one could pull you away from being in this family, no matter what.

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