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Inviatemi una lettera tra queste, dai!

A: Sei bella/o, ma non mi trasmetti nulla.
B: Mi piace il tuo blog.
C: Ti trovo affascinante.
D: Se ti incontrassi per la strada, non ti noterei.
E: Mi innervosisci.
F: Sei tra i miei blog preferiti.
G: Amo guardare i tuoi post.
H: Il tuo blog non mi fa impazzire, ma tu mi interessi.
I: Spesso immagino come sarebbe conoscerti al di fuori di Tumblr.
J: Mi piacerebbe parlarti e conoscerti. 
K: Sinceramente non avrei interesse a parlare con te.
L: Se metto like ai tuoi post o li rebloggo spesso è per attirare la tua attenzione.
M: Ti ho scritto almeno una volta in anonimo.
N: Non ho mai avuto il coraggio di scriverti e probabilmente non lo avrò mai.
O: Mi manca parlare con te.
P: Sono contenta/o di non sentirti più.
Q: Ho una cotta per te.
R: Non ti seguivo, ma ora inizio a seguirti.
S: Il tuo blog non mi interessa, smetto di seguirti.
T: Vorrei abbracciarti.
U: Vorrei scoparti.
V: Vorrei baciarti.
W: Vorrei uscire con te.
X: Ti odio.
Y: Sei presuntuoso e scortese.
Z: Vorrei avere un ragazzo/una ragazza come te.

Numerini per passare il tempo :3 susu regalo biscotti

1. Chi è l’ultima persona che hai tenuto per mano ?

2. Sei timido o estroverso ?

3. C’è qualcuno che non vedi l’ora di incontrare ?

4. Con chi vai facilmente d’accordo ?

5. Chi si prenderebbe cura di te da ubriaco ?

6. Che tipo di persona ti attrae ?

7. Pensi che tra due mesi avrai una relazione ?

8. C’è qualcuno del sesso opposto nella tua mente ?

9. Parlare di sesso ti mette a disagio ?

10. Chi è l’ultima persona con cui hai avuto una conversazione profonda ?

11. Cosa diceva il tuo ultimo messaggio ?

12. Quali sono le tue 5 canzoni preferite del momento ?

13. Ti piace quando qualcuno gioca con i tuoi capelli ?

14. Credi nella fortuna e nei miracoli ?

15. Vorresti baciare l’ultima persona che ti ha baciato ?

16. Credi esista la vita in altri pianeti ?

17. Cosa pensi succederà quest’estate ?

18. Parli ancora con la tua prima cotta ?

19. Ti piacciono le bolle di sapone ?

20. Ti piacciono i tuoi vicini di casa ?

21. Hai delle cattive abitudini ?

22. Dove vorresti viaggiare ?

23. Hai problemi di fiducia ?

24. Qual è la parte preferita della tua routine ?

25. C’è una parte del tuo corpo che non ti piace ?

26. Qual è la prima cosa che fai quando ti alzi ?

27. Preferisci che la tua pelle sia chiara o scura ?

28. Cosa ti mette a tuo agio ?

29. Qualcuno dei tuoi ex è dispiaciuto della vostra rottura ?

30. Vorresti mai sposarti ?

31. I tuoi capelli sono abbastanza lunghi per una coda di cavallo ?

32. Puoi avere un rapporto a tre con due celebrità, chi ?

33. Scrivi il tuo nome ad occhi chiusi.

34. Fai sport ?

35. Preferisci vivere senza tv o senza musica ?

36. Ti è mai piaciuto qualcuno e non l’hai mai detto ?

37. Cosa fai durante i silenzi imbarazzanti ?

38. Descrivi il/la tuo/a ragazzo/a ideale.

39. Quali sono i tuoi negozi preferiti ?

40. Cosa vuoi fare dopo il liceo ?

41. Pensi che tutti meritino una seconda possibilità ?

42. Cosa significa il tuo stare in silenzio ?

43. Sorridi spesso ?

44. Viaggio nello spazio e nei fondali oceanici ?

45. Cosa ti fa scendere dal letto al mattino ?

46. Hai delle paranoie ?

47. Quanto sei alto/a ?

48. Ti sei mai ubriacato ?

49. Di recente hai fatto qualcosa che non vorresti nessuno sappia ?

50. Qual è stato il colore dell’ultima felpa che hai indossato ?

51. Hai mai voluto essere qualcun altro ?

52. Cosa cambieresti di te stesso ?

53. Marca di trucchi preferita ?

54. Blog preferito ?

55. Colore preferito ?

56. Cibo preferito ?

57. Cosa hai mangiato questa mattina ?

58. Ultima cosa che hai odiato ?

59. L’ultima competizione che hai vinto ?

60. Sei mai stato sospeso ?

61. Arrestato/a ?

62. Ti sei mai innamorato/a ?

63. Il tuo primo bacio ?

64. Hai fame ?

65. Hai mai incontrato qualcuno di Tumblr ?

66. Facebook o Twitter ?

67. Instagram o Tumblr ?

68. L’ultima cosa che hai visto in tv ?

69. Nome del tuo ragazzo-ragazza o del tuo ultimo ex ?

70. Hai dei migliori amici ?

71. Hai voglia di qualcosa ?

72. Con quanti cuscini dormi ?

73. Dormi con animali di Peluche ?

74. Quanti Peluche hai ?

75. Hai degli animali ?

76. Di che colore è la tua biancheria intima ?

77. Cioccolato o Vaniglia ?

78. Gelato preferito ?

79. Di che colore è la tua maglietta ?

80. Programma tv preferito ?

81. Film preferito ?

82. La prima persona con cui hai parlato oggi ?

83. L’ultima persona con cui hai parlato ?

84. Una persona che odi ?

85. Una persona che ami ?

86. Ultimo film che hai guardato ?

87. Attrice preferita ?

88. Attore preferito ?

89. Come ti senti ?

90. Ti innamori facilmente ?

91. Vuoi dimenticare qualcosa del passato ?

92. Torneresti mai indietro ?

93. Ti manca qualcuno ?

94. Sei mai stato ad una festa con un falò ?

95. Hai mai spezzato il cuore di qualcuno ?

96. Sei mai salito su un cavallo ?

97. C’è qualcosa che ti da fastidio in questo momento ?

98. Hai mai amato qualcuno così tanto da farti male ?

99. Chi è l’ultima persona che ti ha visto piangere ?

100. Avevi un soprannome da bambina ?

101. Sei mai stato/a fuori dall’Italia ?

102. Hai mai giocato alla Wii ?

103. Ti piace il cibo cinese ?

104. Libro preferito ?

105. Il buio ti spaventa ?

106. Hai mai barato ?

107. Credi all’amore a prima vista ?

108. Sei annoiato/a ?

109. Cosa ti rende felice ?

110. Che segno sei ?

111. Ti piace la metropolitana ?

112. Le peggiore bugia mai detta ?

113. Dormi con la porta chiusa o aperta ?

114. Bionda o Mora ?

115. Estate o Inverno ?

116. Preferisci gli occhi chiari o scuri ?

117. Notte o Giorno ?

118. Tè o Caffè ?

119. Sei vegetariano/a ?

120. Pensi di piacere a qualcuno ?

121. Con quanti tuoi ex parli ancora ?

122. Come immagini la tua vita in futuro ?

123. Hai mai avuto una relazione con qualcuno di Tumblr ?

124. Ipotetica giornata ideale ?

Grocery shopping with your OT7 children.

Fammi una domanda tra queste ed io ne farò una a te.

1) Nome?
2) Soprannome? 
3) Dove vivi?
4) Hai sempre vissuto nello stesso posto?
5) Dove vorresti vivere?
6) Che origini hai?
7) Quando sei nato/a?
8) Quanti anni hai? E quanti ne dimostri?
9) Quanti anni vorresti avere?
10) Fumi?
11) Fai uso di droghe?
12) Hai dei tattuaggi? Se sì, quali? 
13) Hai dei piercings? Se sì, quali?
14) Ti piace viaggiare? Quali posti hai visitato? Quali vorresti visitare?
15) Sei razionale o impulsivo/a?
16) Ti piace leggere? Libro preferito?
17) Ti piace la musica? Che significato ha per te?
18) Ti ritieni emotivamente forte o debole?
19) Ti fai sottomettere o tendi a sottomettere gli altri?
20) Hai un cantante o una band che adori particolarmente?
21) Ti piacciono i film? Qual è il tuo preferito?
22) Segui qualche serie tv?
23) Descriviti in tre/quattro righe.
24) Come ti definirebbero gli altri?
25) Ti piaci?
26) Cosa cambieresti di te fisicamente?
27) Cosa non cambieresti mai del tuo aspetto fisico?
28) Quali sono i tuoi pregi?
29) Quali sono i tuoi più grandi difetti?
30) Sei tollerante?
31) Quanta pazienza hai?
32) Sai riconoscere i tuoi sbagli o sei troppo orgoglioso/a?
33) Dare o ricevere?
34) Amore o amicizia?
35) Perdoni ma non dimentichi? 
36) Ti sei mai innamorato/a?
37) Come definiresti l’amore?
38) Metti te stesso/a o gli altri al primo posto? 
39) Attore/attrice preferito? In quale film la/lo preferisci?
40) Ti emozioni facilmente? 
41) Sei mai stato tradito/a?
42) Hai mai tradito?
43) Come gestisci il dolore?
44) Cosa pensi ci sia dopo la morte?
45) Sei razzista? Omofobo?
46) Hai mai odiato davvero qualcuno? 
47) Qual è il periodo dell’anno che preferisci? 
48) Preferisci l’alba o il tramonto?
49) Ti piace la natura?
50) Preferiresti fare una passeggiata sulla spiaggia o in un bosco?
51) Preferisci guardare un cielo stellato o la luna piena? 
52) Ti piace scrivere? Cosa scrivi?
53) Hai mai avuto una tumblr crush?
54) Tagga 3 blog che ami.
55) Hai mai fatto l’amore?
56) Quanto ami il sesso da 1 a 10?
57) Suoni qualche strumento?
58) Sai cantare?
59) Qual è la tua passione più grande?
60) Hai mai avuto una relazione a distanza? Cosa ne pensi? 
61) Ti sei mai sentito solo?
62) Hai rimpianti o rimorsi? 
63) In questo momento, sei felice?
64) Rispondi mai sinceramente alla domanda “come stai?” ?
65) Orientamento sessuale?
66) La vacanza più bella? 
67) Cambi atteggiamento in base alla persona che hai di fronte o ti comporti allo stesso modo con tutti?
68) Ti arrabbi facilmente?
69) Le persone si confidano con te?
70) Cosa desideri? 
71) Ti manca qualcuno? Chi?
72) Quanto ti importa di ciò che pensano gli altri di te?
73) Vorresti sposarti?
74) Vorresti avere dei figli?
75) Parli con qualcuno conosciuto su Tumblr?
76) Riusciresti a non utilizzare il cellulare? 
77) Di cosa hai paura?
78) Hai perso qualcuno di importante?
79) Sai dire addio?
80) Ti stanchi in fretta delle persone?
81) Quanti blog segui?
82) Quanti lettori hai?
83) Hai instagram?
84) Ti piace la tua vita?
85) Chi vorresti essere?
86) Come ti vedi fra 10 anni?
87) Collezioni qualcosa? 
88) Come dovrebbe essere la tua giornata ideale?
89) Che scuola fai/hai fatto?
90) Che lavoro fai/vorresti fare?
91) Ami la tua famiglia?
92) Chi è la persona più importante per te? 
93) Sei una persona fredda o solare?
94) Sei ottimista o pessimista?
95) Hai stima di te stesso?
96) Ti tieni in forma?
97) Ti piace il contatto fisico?
98) Qual è il tuo punto debole (in ambito sessuale)?
99) Sesso orale? 
100) Sai controllare i tuoi impulsi? 

- @oshitwhysoserious

Inviatemi un segno !

● Adoro il tuo blog
○ Ti odio
◎ Non so perché ti seguo
★ La tua presenza nella mia dashboard mi rende felice
✩ Sei speciale
♡ Sei la mia tumblr crush
💙 Vorrei parlare con te
💕 Voglio il tuo numero
💞 Non abbiamo mai parlato ma vorrei che lo facessimo
💟 Sei sexy
💗 Non mi piaci affatto
🌍 Vorrei fare un viaggio con te
✉ Ti prego scrivimi
💭 Posso scriverti?
🍪 Ho bisogno di un tuo abbraccio
💋 Baciami
🌙 Usciamo insieme?
💎 Seguo sempre il tuo blog
👫 Vorrei stare insieme a te
👻 Sono qui per te
🙈 Trovo che tu sia una persona orribile
👤 Ti ho già visto ma non mi sono mai presentata/o
☀Abbiamo litigato
❄ Spero che non litigheremo mai
✂ Dovresti cambiare qualcosa nei tuoi capelli
📷 Dovremmo farci una foto insieme
🎧 Ti consiglio questa canzone…..
💍 Sposami
✔ Se mi scrivessi non risponderei

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Do you have cooking tips for a college student who's about to start living in an apartment and has zero cooking skills?

Oh man, I could write a book. 

I think there are a few important general words of advice I would give, since otherwise I actually will write a book. This got long, so I’m putting it under a readmore. Readers, feel free to add your own advice, but remember a) please don’t overwhelm our poor student and b) do it as a comment or a reblog, since I don’t post asks written in response to other asks. 

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 8

Well here you are my darlings! This isn’t the end of the Vegas AU, but probably one of the last you’ll get for a little while. My plot monster @outlandishchridhe has been an amazing partner to write with and I look forward to where this story takes us! A very special thanks to @shortiemcbealle for her amazing ideas that we got to incorporate into this chapter.

Thank you all SO SO much for your support and encouragement for this story.

Catch up on previous chapters HERE or on my Master List HERE


Claire was still in complete and utter shock. Jamie had embraced her, dropping the small stick to the floor and lifting her off her feet. She couldn’t tell if the noises they were making were laughter or tears, but they were joyful nonetheless.

She had followed him out into the kitchen, perching on a stool to watch him put together supper for them. It could have been minutes or hours later when Claire came to, a delicious looking meal of chicken and rice with a salad placed in front of her by Jamie.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” he questioned her softly, taking care not to spook her. “Ye’ve been verra quiet.”

“I’m fine,” she replied, looking off into the distance. “I know that I had thought that I was, but it…it feels different now. Knowing.”

“Is it what ye want?”

She startled and looked directly at him for the first time since they’d left the bathroom, a masked look of anxiety coloring his features.

“Yes! I promise it is! It just feels so surreal that it’s thrown me off kilter a bit. I’m not having any kind of second thoughts.”

“That’s good. Ye didna have much for breakfast, so eat up.”

With her hand over her stomach, she wondered for a moment if the test had been a false positive.

“I will in a moment. I’ll be right back. Go ahead and start eating. I’ll just be a moment.”

After a quick kiss on his cheek, she slipped into the bathroom again and looked at the box of pregnancy tests. There were four more in the box. If she took them at intervals, it would give her the best result, right? Hoping Jamie wouldn’t notice how long she was gone, she took the second test and waited. A mix of relief and fear twisted in her gut: PREGNANT.

While she washed her hands, her heart began to race. Two tests could be false positives, couldn’t they? Unlikely, but still possible.

Jamie was scrolling through something on his phone when she returned to the table. Glancing up at her, he smiled.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m just fine. We,” she put her hand over her stomach. “We’re both fine. Just had to pee. Again. Too much water.”

His eyes narrowed at her for a moment before he nodded, trying hard not to let a smile escape his lips.

“Good. Can ye eat now?”

They sat and had their dinner quietly, her mind whirling with possibilities. What would she do? Between work and school, her life was already busy. And now to add a newborn to that?

“Are you sure we can do this?” she asked, watching him clean the dishes. “Have a baby, I mean.”

“I think that ship’s already sailed, Sassenach. And I seem to recall telling ye that I’d be by your side every step of the way. What’s to do next then?”

“I’ll need to call my doctor and get an exam done. They’ll give me a test to confirm the pregnancy and then we’ll start the process of check ups and all that.”

Jamie nodded, eyes distracted.

“Ye’ll tell me when yer appointments are? I’ll no’… I don’t want ye to go alone. I want to come wi’ ye too. I want… to see the bairn. If ye dinna mind,” he said, looking down quickly as his face and ears turned pink.

“Of course.” He looked up to see a large smile gracing her beautiful face. “I’ll call first thing in the morning.”

Going to bed that night was comfortable. They moved around each other easily, neither feeling shy anymore. Jamie gathered her into his arms, one hand resting on her stomach again, attracted to it like a magnet.

“Sassenach, I’ve something I’d like ye to think about.”

“What is it?”

“Ye dinna need to give an answer right now, just give yourself time to think it over. But… If ye think ye wouldna be opposed to it, perhaps we might no’ annul our marriage. But I’ll leave it to you to decide. Just think about it for a time, aye?”

She nodded and laid her head back down on his chest, content. Around midnight, Claire extricated herself from Jamie and went to try another of the home tests. As she waited for this one to reveal it’s answer, her mind began to wander. Did she expect a different result? Did she want a different result? If it did come back negative, would she believe it? She had two previous tests that were positive. When her phone’s timer vibrated quietly, she turned the stick over.

PREGNANT

Tossing it into the small bin Jamie had for a trash can, Claire sighed and slid back into bed. Jamie flinched as her cold feet moved between his, but he drew her close in his sleep. Without thinking, she reached up and brushed his hair behind his ear. That heartbreakingly soft smile pulled at his lips before sliding away again.

“You do break my heart with loving you,” she whispered before laying back down and going to sleep.

In the morning, while Jamie made another impressive breakfast, Claire stood in the bathroom and stared at her reflection.

“You’re being ridiculous. You don’t need to take those last two tests,” she told her reflection, sternly. She sighed and eyed the box. “But, I suppose if I’m in for a penny…”

When the time was up, she turned both the sticks over simultaneously. They both read the same result: PREGNANT.

Feeling relieved and fairly certain that all 5 tests couldn’t possibly be wrong, she called her OB/GYN. She answered their questions and made an appointment for later that afternoon as they’d had a cancellation.

###

The drive to her doctor’s office was quiet, both of them still fraught with nerves.

“We’re here, Sassenach,” Jamie said, startling Claire from her thoughts. She looked over to him and he grabbed her hand. “It’s going to be alright.”

“I know. I’m just nervous.” She tried to smile at him reassuringly, but wasn’t sure it came across more as a grimace.

“Aye, well then. Let’s go.”

Sitting in the waiting room brought on more anxiety. There were a few women in there, all very clearly pregnant. Claire’s hand drifted unconsciously to her abdomen, rubbing small circles. Jamie held her other hand in his, his grasp reassuringly strong.

“Claire Beauchamp!”

She jumped and abruptly stood, pulling Jamie with her, and they followed the nurse back into the office. Claire provided them samples to test for pregnancy again and then was put into a room.

“Go ahead and put the gown on and the doctor will be in once she’s seen the results,” the nurse said, smiling at the couple.

She knew it had only been about 20 minutes, but it felt like a lifetime.

“Relax, mo chridhe,” Jamie soothed, rubbing her leg softly.

A sharp knock echoed from the door and the doctor walked in.

“Well, hello there Miss Beauchamp,” the doctor said to her, smiling. “Tell me why you’re here today.”

“Well, I-I think I’m pregnant,” Claire replied, blushing.

The doctor looked up and had a flicker of surprise cross her face at seeing Jamie sitting next to Claire, but she refocused on Claire almost at once.

“And it says here that you took…5 at home tests?”

“Um, yes.” The flush crept farther up her cheeks, a even darker shade of red forming there. “I wanted to be sure.”

“Don’t worry, it’s quite normal for expectant mother’s to do that,” the doctor stated with a smile. “So, let’s get down to it then, shall we? Your test results came back in and both your blood and urine samples show that you are, probably, pregnant. We need to do the ultrasound to confirm it, but everything is pointing to yes.”

Jamie’s sharp intake of breath caused Claire to turn her attention from the doctor to him. His wide grin was answered by her own and she could have sworn she heard him whisper ‘Thank God’ before he stood to hug her.

“By the date that you told us, it would appear you’re probably about 10 weeks or so along, but we’ll do the ultrasound to check and see if our due date matches with how big baby is. I’ll give you two a few minutes and then we’ll come in and get started.”

Claire’s face was still buried in Jamie’s neck.

“Thank you,” she answered, attempting to hold back tears.

As the door closed, Jamie pulled Claire’s face to look up at his.

“Ye took all the tests in the box?” he joked, light shining in his eyes.

“Don’t you make fun of me, James Fraser,” she pouted. He laughed again and kissed her pursed lips, feeling a smile return to them.

They didn’t have to wait long for the ultrasound. The warning of This will be cold! didn’t really give Claire any time to get ready before the jelly was applied to her abdomen. They both sat, mesmerized by the screen, but unsure of what they were seeing. It all just looked like a fuzzy TV channel.

Suddenly, a small, throbbing sound emanated from the machine.

“Oh, there you are!” the tech said, triumphantly, as a small form appeared on the screen. “There’s your baby!”

Claire’s vision blurred and she realized that the throbbing sound was that of her baby’s heart. She turned to face Jamie and saw that his mouth was slightly open and tears were in his eyes as well.

“Is that -” he choked out, then cleared his throat to try again. “That sound. Is it…?”

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat!” the tech responded, smiling widely at them. “Sounds good and strong too. Would you like a print out to take with you?”

###

They sat together in their living room, staring at the small, black and white printout of their ultrasound.

“I canna believe it,” Jamie said in wonder, fingertips just brushing over the top of the picture.

“I can’t either. It’s amazing. It’s so small.”

He turned to face her, full to bursting with pride and happiness.

“I found it amusin’ that your doctor, she looked a wee bit surprised to see me. But then, I suppose that many women, especially here, end up at those kind of appointments by themselves.”

“I don’t think it was just that, actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s actually seen Frank before. Met him once as well. She’s been my doctor since I moved here.”

A sickening thought formed in Jamie’s mind.

“Claire, I have something I need to ask ye.”

She started at his abrupt change in demeanor and felt her whole body stiffen with anxiety.

“Yes?”

“Is there…any possibility that this bairn…that he isna mine?”

“What?! Jamie, I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this.”

“And I dinna think ye are. I’m only askin’ ye to think back and see. Could this bairn no’ be Frank’s?”

“Oh, um, no actually.” She gave a rueful chuckle that made him simultaneously relieved and worried. “Not only had Frank and I not been having sex in the couple weeks prior to my ‘discovery’ in his office, remember what he said, about me not making the time or effort? Well, I had a pregnancy scare a little over a year ago now, but it turned out on that occasion that I was wrong. We also found out that Frank can’t have children. I believe the phrasing the doctor used was that he was ‘shooting blanks.’ Rather unorthodox way of telling someone that sort of news but anyway. So, yes, Jamie. I know this baby is yours. I haven’t made it a habit of running about sleeping with other people.”

She said the last part with a tone full of distaste, her eyes hardening as she remembered that day she had walked into Frank’s office, so naive and unknowing. Though she really couldn’t be bitter about it now, not when that discovery had brought her to where she was now.

“I dinna want ye to think I asked solely for my own sake. I wanted you to be sure as well. It didna occur to me until just now, when you mentioned him. I’ve never been happier, Claire, and it still wouldna change anything.”

“I don’t think much now could change things,” Claire replied softly, leaning into his side. “It’s alright, Jamie. I’m not angry. You couldn’t have known about it. But I’m pretty sure that’s why she looked at you like that. She would have known I couldn’t have children with Frank.”

A short while later, he felt Claire breathe deeply and then falter, as if she wanted to say something, but needed to work up the nerve.

“It’s a little scary, don’t you think?” she asked, voice small.

“Aye. Terrifying. But dinna be afraid, mo nighean donn. What we dinna ken about this, we’ll learn. Together.”

She tilted her head up towards his and reached for a kiss.

His eyes shone with joy, his face in a permanent grin.

“Now that we know for sure that I’m really pregnant, I think I might need to find new work.”

“Aye, I think so too. I dinna want those rowdy men starin’ at ye.”

She smiled a little but shook her head.

“No, it’s not that. Or not only that, at least. But it won’t be healthy for us, me and the baby. Not with all the cigarette smoke inside the bar. I won’t put our child at risk.”

His mouth was suddenly on hers, fingers sliding into her hair.

“What was that?” she asked when he released her.

“Sorry, Sassenach,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I only like the way it sounds when ye say ‘our child’.”

“Well it is ours. Yours and mine.” Her hands spread over her womb and she smiled. “Our little peanut.”

“I dinna want ye to worry overmuch about a new job, aye? Ye’ve got enough going on.”

Snuggling up into his side again, she sighed and relaxed.

###

Claire’s job at the bar had ended shortly after their first ultrasound and she’d been hunting for a new one relentlessly. The difficulty was finding something that would allow her to finish her schooling and that wouldn’t be too much for the baby.

Every time he thought about her pregnancy, he smiled. The lads at work were giving him a hard time about it since he’d put a copy of the ultrasound in his locker. He came home one night to see her at her desk, glaring at her computer.

“My mam always said if ye frowned at somethin’ too long, yer face would be stuck like that,” he said, hanging his keys on their hook.

“Oh! God, is it that time? I completely forgot about dinner, I’m so sorry Jamie.”

“Dinna fash. We’ll order something in. Tomorrow’s my day off, so I thought I’d take ye out for a nice date.”

She closed her computer and stretched. He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her close. Even if he lived forever, he would never tire of holding her.

“That sounds lovely. I think I’m beginning to go cross-eyed from filling out job applications all day.”

“Aye, and I dinna want ye to put the bairn at risk by working too much. So tomorrow we’ll just have a nice day. Now. What are ye in the mood for?”

“I picked dinner last week.”

After a soft kiss on her forehead, he went to the menus he kept in a drawer.

“Aye, but I’m no’ the one that’s pregnant.”

“You spoil me.”

“That’s my job, Sassenach.”

The next morning, Jamie drove them out to Springs Preserve. Claire’s mouth fell open as they parked, her eyes alight with excitement.

“Oh Jamie! I had no idea this was out here!”

“Aye, it’s no’ what ye’d expect in Las Vegas. It’s a nice place to get away from the city. Fresh air, aye?” One arm went around her waist while his other hand rubbed her stomach gently. “Good for you and the bairn.”

“Is that all you think about these days?” she said with a laugh as they headed into the botanical garden. “The baby.”

He smirked.

“No’ all I think about, no. But I think of it quite a bit.”

As they began exploring, Claire surprised him. She knew what the plants were before he’d finished reading their name card. More than that, she began explaining what they were good for and what they had been used for. She was a fount of knowledge about almost everything they walked by. An idea began niggling in the back of his mind as he watched her joy at being around these plants.

“I could kill for some chips,” she said, eyeing the cafe.

“Weel then let’s get ye some chips.”

She began digging into her plate and he smiled at her.

“Sassenach, I ken you’re still lookin’ for work, but I had an idea.”

“Oh?”

“What if ye applied to work here? Like I said the clean air would be good for the bairn. But ye seem happy here, ye enjoy being around living and growing things.”

For a few moments, he watched the thoughts form on her face.

“You know, that’s a great idea, Jamie.”

“I’ve been known to have them from time to time.”

She gave him a flat, though amused, look.

“I’ll have to see if I can speak to someone about an application. It would be nice to have regular hours like a normal person.”

“Aye, it would. And it would make me feel better too. I ken ye’d be safer out here.”

Jamie paid for their lunch and they went off to find someone who worked at the gardens. Once they learned the application was on the website, like everything was these days, they decided to go home.

It was the first time in days that Claire had felt hopeful about finding work, especially when it was something that she loved. As they snuggled into bed that night, whispering words of love to each other, she sighed contentedly. This was the happiest she’d ever been, and she couldn’t wait to see what their future held now.

Domande per conoscermi meglio. Un numerino e vi regalo una fetta di PIZZA.

1. Faresti mai sesso con l’ultima persona che ti ha inviato un messaggio ?
2. Hai parlato con un tuo ex ultimamente ?
3. Hai perso la verginità ?
4. Per te è difficile fidarti delle altre persone ?
5. Hai filtrato con la persona che ti piace di recente ?
6. C’è qualcosa per cui sei eccitato/a ?
7. Cos’è successo la scorsa notte ?
8. Ti dà fastidio quando qualcuno usa il proprio corpo per ottenere qualcosa ?
9. Qual è l’ultimo alcolico che hai bevuto ?
10. Di quante persone del sesso opposto hai completamente fiducia ?
11. Hai un paio di skinny jeans ?
12. Dove sei stato/a Sabato sera ?
13. In cosa spendi tutti i tuoi soldi ?
14. Sei uscito/a con l’ultima persona che hai baciato ?
15. Pensi di cambiare nei prossimi tre mesi ?
16. Qual è la cosa di cui parli più volentieri ?
17. Quand’è stata l’ultima volta che hai sofferto per amore ?
18. Stai provando a realizzare qualcosa in questo momento ?
19. Sei di buon umore ?
20. Vorresti nuotare con gli squali ?
21. Hai gli occhi dello stesso colore di quelli di tuo padre ?
22. Cosa vorresti fare in questo momento ?
23. Cosa faresti se la persona che ami baciasse un’altra persona ?
24. Il colore attuale dei tuoi capelli è il tuo colore naturale ?
25. Sai far ridere la gente ?
26. Ti manca qualcuno ?
27. Pensi che tutti meritino una seconda opportunità ?
28. Onestamente, odi l’ultima persona con la quale hai parlato ?
29. Di solito ascolti le persone o sono loro che ascoltano te ?
30. Scrivi con la penna blu o con quella nera ?
31. Conosci l’ultima persona che hai baciato ?
32. Credi nell’amore a prima vista ?
33. Chi è l’ultima persona con cui hai ballato ?
34. Quand’è stata l’ultima volta che hai mangiato un cupcake ?
35. Hai abbracciato qualcuno oggi ?
36. Chi è l’ultima persona che hai chiamato ?
37. Con chi parli di solito prima di addormentarti ?
38. C’è qualche persona che vorresti al tuo fianco ?
39. Canti nella doccia ?
40. Ascolti la musica quando sei in macchina ?
41. L’ultima foto che hai scattato cosa ritraeva ?
42. Frutta preferita ?
43. Credi nei fantasmi ?
44. Dormi molto o poco ?
45. Sei mai stato/a ad un concerto? Quale ?
46. Nike o Adidas ?
47. Gelato o Patatine ?
48. Hai mai preso lezioni di danza ?
49. Qual è la professione dei tuoi sogni ?
50. Hai mai pianto di felicità ?
51. Racconta una giornata felice.
52. Libro preferito ?
53. Puoi improvvisamente vivere la tua vita come un film, ma solo uno in particolare, quale ?
54. Sei una persona studiosa ?
55. Thé freddo o caldo ?
56. Biscotti preferiti ?
57. Hai mai avuto un amico immaginario ?
58. Hai la patente ?
59. Vorresti assomigliare a quelche persona famosa ?
60. La cosa che ti dicono più spesso ?
61. Sei una persona che si innamora facilmente ?
62. Immagina la tua vita tra qualche anno.
63. Vuoi sposarti ?
64. Avere dei figli o degli animali domestici ?
65. Un ricordo della tua infanzia ?
66. Il motivo per cui ti sei iscritto/a su Tumblr ?
67. Elenca dieci blog che segui.
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Baby Blues.

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Baby Jungkook

Y/N - Mother

Jimin - Father

Request -

Based on your last piece trust issues can you do an angst about when y/n found out she was pregnant and she was worried about jimin’s reaction?

Summary - You had felt sick for the past 2 weeks, in panic you bought a pregnancy test, you find out that its positive but you’re worried about Jimins reaction towards the surprise.

credit to @minjinbiased for giving me the title name ^-^




“Jimin be quiet..” You whispered, a small moan escaping your lips as Jimin started to speed up, a breathless chuckle coming from him. You pressed your hands against his chest as he pushed himself in and out of you, your foreheads pressed together as you both kissed passionately, the small pecks turning into a hot mess.

You squirmed as you started to reach your climax, clawing at his back you moaned his name against his lips as you orgasmed, your juices spilled out of you, along with a series of whines and groans.

Jimin bit his lip as started to slow down, his seed spilling inside of you, filling you up.

You gasped at the feeling of his juices inside of you, you grinned, pressing a finger to his lips. “Sh..” You raised an eyebrow, lifting your head to kiss him once more.

He rolled his eyes, rolling off you and laying beside you, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist.


“Y/N..?” Jimins voice croaked out, breaking the ‘after sex’ silence.

“Mhm..” You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, tiredly.

“You know I love you right?” He kissed the top of your head, sighing happily at the sight he saw beside him.

You, your naked body arched in your usual sleeping position, the way your fingers curled and un-curled as you started to drift off. Your mouth slightly open as you inhaled and exhaled the air.

He smiled, you looked blissful, beautiful. You closed your eyes, nodding. Jimin laughed quietly, shaking his head as he closed his eyes too, drifting away into a new dream.



                                                        2 Weeks

“JUNGKOOK.” You shouted from the kitchen, staring wide eyed at the pile of flour and peanut butter that wallpapered the floor. You heard the steady, cautious steps of your son, his head poked through the door frame, afraid to walk in just yet.

His eyes widened as he saw what you pointing at, holding his hands up, jungkook shook his head, “Wasn’t me.”

“Yah! What have I told you about lying?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing a towel from the side to clean up the mess.

Jungkook stayed silent, looking down at his converse, a pout forming on his face. You frowned, pulling him in to a hug.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you, but you shouldn’t just leave it. Tell me and i’ll fix it.” You smiled up at him, swiping away the salty water that poured out of his eyes with your thumb before kissing his forehead, shooing him away as you cleaned up the rest of his commotion.

“Y/N?” Jimins voice called out for you, you smiled, wringing out the towel before walking to the bedroom where he stood, his lower half wrapped in a creme towel.

“Yes?” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his jawline softly.

His breath hitched at the sudden contact, “Are you sure you’ll be okay? You’ve been rushing to the bathroom for a whole week.” Jimins concerned voice made you pout, you looked up at him, a soft smile replacing the pout.

“If i can handle two males, who both act like 3 year olds 24/7, i’m sure i can handle a little sickness bug..”

But it wasn’t a sickness bug, and you knew that.

“I’ll call on you, and if Jungkook is any trouble, just call me and i’ll get someone to look after him for a couple of hours.” Your husband sighed, at how he couldn’t look after you for just a day.

“Theres no need for that, now, get dressed or i’ll tear that towel off you…” you purred, your hand sliding down his front, palming his member. He groaned, you chuckled, kissing him on the cheek before walking back to the kitchen.

“Yah! Jagi, why are you such a tease!” Jimin shouted, his voice laced with desperation and disappointment.

You grinned, pouring the milk into Jungkooks cereal, placing the plastic spoon into the bowl before bringing it to him in the living room. He thanked you, immediately slurping at the milk.

Jimin ran through the hall and into the living room where you and Jungkook sat, He kissed his sons forehead, grabbing his spoon and eating the cereal on it. Jungkook whined, before grabbing the spoon off him, annoyed at his fathers selfishness.

Jimin moved to you, his lips pressing against your forehead before moving to your lips, you kissed back, the taste of apple chapstick lay on his lips.

“And who are you trying to impress with that chap stick you have on?” You raise an eyebrow, locking eyes with him.

“Only the most important woman in the world of course.” He grinned, giving you one last kiss before rushing out of the door shouting his usual goodbyes.

This was your routine now. Every Day. Every Single Day. You weren’t complaining, but you were starting to miss those days where Jimin and you used to cuddle up on the sofa, making love while cliché horror movies played in the background.

But now you had a child, only 2 years into your relationship. Your mother had once said, “The longer you stay pure, the longer you’ll be youthful..”
Well that didn’t last long.

Jungkook giggled at T.V screen, pointing at a ‘Furry, red monster with no teeth.’ You grinned, shaking your head at your sons playful attitude.

You decided to leave college when you found out you were pregnant with Jungkook, you were studying psychology, Jimin studying the same. You missed those days too, where Jimin would sit beside you in your classes and tell you the most basic way of writing an answer or explain what you didn’t understand.

You felt your stomach churn. Jungkook whipped his head sidewards to look at you, you took steady breaths, smiling at him as if everything was okay.

But it wasn’t.

You stood up, rushing to the bathroom, where you fell to your knees, your hands gripping the sides of the toilet as last nights meal poured out of your mouth.


This had been happening for a couple of weeks now, and Jimin started to notice how you would wake up earlier than normal, and rush to the bathroom.

You had told him it was a sickness bug, that you were just feeling queasy due to it being winter.

You lied.

Looking to your side, you opened the drawer, pulling out a pregnancy test, the box was made of cardboard, an image of a pink stick with a electric screen, showing a negative and a positive sign.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you sat on the toilet pulling the test out of the box. It was plastic and felt lightweight in your hand. You took a deep breath, doing your business on the sponge end of the stick.

“Eomma? Is everything okay?” Jungkook voice seemed wary, full of curiosity as to why you ran out of the living room.

“Yes, everything is fine..” You shouted, reassuring your son that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t sat on the toilet peeing on a stick to see if a human was growing inside of you.

You heard nothing, implying that Jungkook thought you were fine.
Pulling the stick from underneath you, you placed the cap on and put it to the side, waiting impatiently as you washed your hands, staring down at the pregnancy test.

It had been 5 minutes and the screen was still loading on the stick, your anxiety was getting to you.

You clasped and unclasped your hands, it had been 5 minutes and nothing no sign had come up. You picked it up, shaking it slightly to see if it would miraculously worked.

You set it back down, from the corner of your eye, you saw the screen switch.

'Positive’

Your hands covered your mouth as you picked the stick back up, You were shocked, happy, scared. a variety of emotions spilled out of your eyes as you stared at the stick, your eyes focusing and unfocusing. You were going to have another baby.

What about Jimin? How would he react? What if he didn’t want another child?
What if he didn’t love you anymore.

You wept silently, placing the stick back down on the counter. You were happy, so happy that you were having another baby, you were excited to be going through the same experience you had with Jungkook.

You were ecstatic.

But you were scared, the fact that you might have to go through this alone because Jimin might not be able to handle another child scared you. It made you upset. It made you think, think of made up clips of your husband leaving your home, an angry look plastered on his face.

You didn’t know how to not think of it. The anticipation of Jimins reaction to a new baby made you worry.

You stood up, looking into the mirror, you looked a mess, the mascara that once lay delicately on your eyelashes dribbled down your cheeks in wet streaks. The rouge lipstick that covered your lips smothered around your mouth from wiping it so many times.

Turning the tap on you cupped your hands, they filled with the clear liquid, you splashed it onto your face, grasping a towel from your side and rubbing every inch of mess off.

After a couple of minutes of vigorously rubbing your face, most of the makeup had forced itself onto the once clean towel.

Throwing it into the washing basket, you looked into the mirror once again. You still looked like a trainwreck, walking out of the bathroom you walked back into the living room, cuddling up to the oblivious soon-to-be big brother.


The keys rattled in lock as Jimin unlocked it, his shoes flying to the shoe rack seconds after he stepped through the door. The sound of Jungkook’s small feet padding against the carpet as he charged towards his father his arm, Jimin’s smile broadened as his arms opened, embracing his son.

Jungkook moved away, grinning up at him.

You stood at the doorway, watching your husband and son, you smiled, Jungkook was no longer having trust issues with Jimin which was amazing to see, every day Jungkook would rush to the door to greet his father, his cute bunny smile widening by the second.

Jimin let go of jungkook, leaving him to run back into his bedroom. You raised an eyebrow at your partner, tapping your lips. He rolled his eyes, pressing the plump, pink skin against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. You kissed back, practically melting into his arms.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled inbetween the kiss, you let out a giggle.

“Its been 8 hours, calm down gorgeous.” You smirked, pressing your hands against his chest you pushed him off, walking into your bedroom. Jimin followed you, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked through the door, you threw one of his comfy shirts at him, along with some black joggers.

“How was work?” You asked, sitting on the bed, opening up the book that lay on your bedside table.

“Same old, same old.” He shrugged, walking into the bathroom.

Your eyes skimmed over the words, “Jungkooks been golde-”

“Y/N, what’s this?” Jimin walked out of the bathroom, his hand wrapped around a pink stick.

You couldn’t read him, his face wasn’t blank yet it wasn’t emotional. The book slipped out of your hands as your mouth hung open.

You fucking idiot

“I-I-Jimin..” You stuttered, lost for words.

“Are you pregnant?” He whispered, sitting beside you, the pregnancy test still clenched in his hand.

You nodded, your vision blurring as tears started to slide down your cheeks. Jimin wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. You sniffled, leaving a mark on the light grey shirt.

“Please don’t leave..I don’t want you to leave…Please Jimin…” You wailed, scrunching up his shirt with your fists. Not letting go.

“Baby its okay..” He said in his usual calm tone, he kissed the top of your head, stroking your hair softly, “I’m happy.”

“Wait, what…?” You lifted your head up, confused at his reaction, you had imagined him lashing out, but he was acting like his normal self.

“I said I’m happy.” He chuckled, holding out the pregnancy test like it was a piece of lost treasure her had found, “You have my child growing inside of you, why wouldn’t I be happy?”

He started to kiss your face, collecting the salty liquid that surfaced on your skin. You laughed, laying back as he kissed you passionately, he placed the stick onto the bedside table delicately.

“Are you sure?” You whisper looking up at your lover, those brown orbs piercing through you, they pierced through you lovingly, filled with compassion and happiness.

“If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have not wore a condom on purpose.”

A/N

I HAVENT PROOF READ THIS SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES OR SENTENCES THAT DONT MAKE SENSE IGNORE THEM OR LET ME KNOW <3

I’m Having A Kid? (Jefferson x Reader)

Words: More than 3, less than 10,000

Request: 16 34 36 120 Mistake or happy ending for Jefferson? @sorry-but-no-sorry

16- Come back to bed 34- Do you think it’s possible…that I might be…pregnant? 36- Does he know about the baby? 120- I made a mistake.

A/N: enjoy yall


Jefferson and you had an odd relationship. Some people called it “Friends with Benefits”, and other used not so nice vocabulary. Jefferson never used the word lover around you, and you never used the word boyfriend around him. That’s just how things were between the both of you. It was a casual relationship, and you two never talked about sex outside of the bedroom (and kitchen, and dining room, and car, and bathroom, but that was beside the point). Did you have feelings for him?

One hundred times yes. You loved him, more than anyone you have ever been with before. But he never said I love you, and you didn’t dare to let those words slip out of your mouth. You almost said it once, but quickly changed up the sentence.

“What? You love what?”

“I love that you wear nothing but underwear when we sleep together. Come back to bed, everything’s fine.” You said, ignoring his questioning stare.

Jefferson didn’t notice a thing. The only thing that would mess everything up is if you did tell him you loved him. When this relationship began, that was your promise to each other. You promised that there were no strings attached, that you two would never fall in love with each other. And you two swore that if the other began to develop feelings, it would end immediately.

Jefferson was a playboy, indeed. Not as much as your friend, Mulligan, but pretty close. He would flirt with various people when you two went shopping, and you didn’t care. At least not until now. Not until you realize that you loved the curly-haired, tall, and self-absorbed jerk. You used to flirt in front of him too. Just to let him know that you two weren’t a thing. That you would never be a thing.

But as you stared at the two red bars on the pregnancy test in your hands, you weren’t at all sure that was true. Your hands were shaking. This had to be the fifth one that you took. You needed to go to a gynecologist to make sure, but these things had a 99% positive rate. You were screwed, indeed.

Your friend, Angelica, stood next to you, staring all all the empty boxes and tests scattered around the bathroom. You didn’t know what to do. You took every pill, you two had every contraceptive that you could think of. How could this happen?

Angelica touched your shoulder, and you looked up at her, tears in your eyes. “Do you think it’s possible… that I might be pregnant? I took every precaution, I did everything I was supposed to do! I never skipped a pill, never.” She kissed your forehead.

“Shh, honey, it’s okay. This happens sometimes, the condoms and pills aren’t always one hundred percent successful. You’ll be a great mother.” Mother. You didn’t even know enough, you knew you didn’t know enough to become a mother. You weren’t eating healthy, you were not exercising properly. The baby…

“Angelica, I can’t do this. I can’t.” You were panicking, your chest tightening. “What would Thomas say when he finds out? Oh no, he’s going to hate me, he’s going to run away from this. My child isn’t going to have a father-“

“Y/N! Get a hold of yourself. We still have to make sure the tests were right, don’t panic yet until we go to the doctor.” She looked at your cell phone on the floor, “do you want me to call Thomas, to let him know what’s going on?” You shook your head quickly.

“No, no don’t, please don’t. Give me some time to figure this out, Ang. I’ll tell him if the test comes out positive.” Angelica gave you a wary look, but nodded.

“Okay. I’ll go with you.


You were pregnant.

It wasn’t a joke.

This isn’t some dream.

You have a human being inside of you.

You ran into Thomas every day at work. He always smiled at you, conversations about random tops. You felt guilty, you knew you should tell him. You knew you should tell him that half of him is growing inside of you. He did notice something strange about you.

Your symptoms were kicking in. You were constantly running to the bathroom, craving the most abnormal combinations ever (even dirt seemed to look delectable to you). He questioned why you were acting so weird, but you avoided the topics. Angelica grabbed your arm one day, pulling you into a back closet. You groaned, holding your arm.

“What the hell-“

“Have you told him? Does he know about the baby?” You began to cry, and Angelica shushed you, glancing behind to see if anyone was out there.

“No, I just, I don’t know why I’m crying… I’m not even sad.” You cried, sniffling.

“I don’t know maybe it’s because you’re pregnant, you idiot.” You cried even louder at her words, and she placed her hand over your mouth, glaring at you. “If you don’t shut up right now then everyone would know. Y/N, you have to tell him. If you don’t, I will.” She threatened, holding out her handkerchief to you. You took it out of her hands, thanking her.

“I’ll do it right now.” You turned, beginning to open the closet. Your head bumped into a solid chest, and you looked up. Thomas stood there, concerned. You heart began to beat faster, and you touched your stomach. “Uh, hi Thomas.”

“Hi.” He said, looking at your tear strained cheeks. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He glanced behind you, looking at a smiling Angelica. “Did, did I just walk into a crying fest? Should I go?” You shook your head, pulling him away into a conference room. “What’s going on-“

“God, Thomas. Can you just stop talking, for one second?” You closed the door behind the two of you, locking it. You turned back to Thomas, seeing a small smirk on his face. You frowned. This was not the time.

“You really want to do this in the middle of the office?” Honestly, you did. Every time you walked by him or he touched you, even just a bump, you wanted to jump his bones. Especially with that stupid smile on his face. You held back your hormones with all your might, and began to talk.

I made a mistake.”

He looked at your serious expression, and the smile slipped off his face, until he looked more confused. “What are you talking about?” You took a deep breath, sitting down. Your chest has grown at least two sizes, so your back was not accustomed to the additional weight. And you noticed a small pudge on your belly. It’s only been a few weeks, and you already feel like you were nine months pregnant.

And you weren’t going to get started on the nausea.

“Thomas, remember when we said that we promise to tell each other anything?” You said, and you felt his nervousness rub off on you. He adjusted his stance.

“Yes, why?”

“I’ve been lying to you for a few weeks now.” He frowned, looking at you. After a few seconds, his frown went away, and he nodded slowly, examining you.

“There must be a reason, Y/N. Just tell me, I’ll be fine.”

“I, I went to the gynecologist a few weeks ago. She told me that I was pregnant. Thomas, I’m pregnant.” He froze, his eyes widening. He looked at your hand on your belly, recognition in his eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I, we, promised that our relationship had no strings attached. And I am giving you a fucking rope. I am giving you this huge responsibility, and I didn’t tell you until now.” Your eyes began to water again, and Thomas walked over to you, crouching down next to you.

“You, I’m, I’m having a kid?” You nodded, scared of his reaction. What you didn’t expect was for his hands to touch your stomach, a small, nervous smile on his lips. He closed his eyes, kissing your stomach softly.

You smiled, the tears drying up rather quickly. You hated these swings of emotions, but the pure wonder in Thomas’s eyes made it seem worth it. He looked up at you. “No wonder. I knew your boobs were getting bigger. This is why you avoided me, all this time?”

“I’m so sorry, Thomas, I was just so nervous and you said that we couldn’t fall in love and this was ten times worse and I just-“Thomas pressed his lips against yours, shutting you up. You kissed him back, and he pulled away, a dorky grin on his face.

“We are both lying if we say that we don’t love each other. You even said it to me before. Don’t think I don’t remember.” You recalled the incident, and blushed. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve just been waiting for you to say it to me.” You rolled your eyes at him.

He pulled you into a hug, and you groaned at his chest pressing against yours. Your breasts were tender, and even a slight poke ached. He quickly let go of you, a sorrowful look in his face.

“Sorry,” he touched your belly again, “is it a boy or girl?”

“The appointment’s in a few days. Do you wanna-“

“Hell yes, I do. I’ll drive, you don’t need to do anything. Actually, no, you do. Tell me everything, tell me every appointment and sleep over at my house so I could help you through this.” You smiled at his enthusiasm. “I’m going to be a dad, Y/N. I can’t believe it.” He kissed you again.

“I love you, Thomas Jefferson.” You whispered, and he looked at you.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Code Yellow

A/N:  Thanks for the lovely ask! I thought this one would be easy to write, but it harder than I imagined. This time, my lovely writing friends jumped in with a ton of ideas on how to make the story realistic. Thank you, as always, my friends! ( @little-black-dress-24, @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry) I’m so appreciative that they let me hang out with them and that they share their honest opinions about my writing. They push me to be better every time. Go read their writing. You won’t be disappointed. 

I love my sister-in-law. Honestly, few people could have survived my Code Pink. Indeed, many had been ruthlessly eliminated from dating my brother early in the protocol. Plus, I’d been able to help Harry with his Code White when he was ready to propose to her. I’d heard all about the proposal once he decided she was The One, but honestly….she’s the best sister-in-law I could have asked for.

Whenever I’m bored or Michael is busy, I head over to my brother’s house, especially when he’s out of town on tour like he is now. My SIL and I get along as if we were born sisters. We laugh at the same things, and I love that she is always willing to listen to my stories about my cat or the latest piece I’m writing. Which is how I find myself at Harry’s house tonight. My little brother is out of tour with his second album; I think he’s somewhere in Asia tonight. Maybe Japan? Who knows? I can’t keep up with his schedule.

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Sign Aesthetics (Traduzione)

Ariete : Piscina, bevande fredde in estate. Tramonti, baci appassionati. Mani tra i capelli, lunghe gite in macchina con gli amici, guardare l’alba. Lunghi sonnellini, canzoni urlate a squarciagola.

Toro : Foreste appartate, lievi brezze che fanno ondeggiare l’erba alta. Lunghi messaggi, smalto scheggiato, l’odore del mare. Avere la musica a tutto volume ed escludere il resto del mondo.

Gemelli : Guidare la macchina, finestrini abbassati, musica ad alto volume. Poesie, macchina da scrivere. Ridere così forte da far male lo stomaco. Il nero ed il blu, l’odore della pioggia. Pensare all’esistenza guardando le stelle.

Cancro : Caldi abbracci, tenersi per mano, mantenere i segreti, battute spensierate. Il colore blu, i cani, i fiori selvatici che crescono nel giardino. L’odore dei libri nuovi, il suono di un vecchio pianoforte.

Leone : Lenzuola pulite,dormire a lungo. La luce del sole al mattino. L’odore di frittelle al cioccolato, CD e vestiti ovunque, l’intimità. I falò, le spiagge esotiche.

Vergine : Lentiggini, spettacoli al teatro, performance dal vivo. Cantare, chiamate a tarda notte. La voce roca al mattino, odore di vaniglia, urlare fino ad essere a corto di fiato. Musei, l’arte, la danza, le occhiaie.

Bilancia : Sorridere mentre ci si bacia, visitare le gallerie d’arte, vestiti macchiati di vernice. Il suono dell’arpa. La grafite, l’odore del caffè. Mantenere le promesse, nuotare, scontrarsi durante un abbraccio. Dita intrecciate, i gatti, piangere.

Scorpione: Silenzio, natura, relax, stare a casa. Pensare, stare in famiglia, il colore verde. L’ intelligenza, i libri antichi ed il ronzio del motore di un’ auto. Campeggio, l’imperturbabilità.

Sagittario : Capelli colorati, neve che cade. Fiumi nascosti, piccole città. Negozi d’arte e di libri, l’odore dei biscotti appena sfornati. Lunghi abbracci, lettere scritte a mano. La calma prima di una tempesta, le caramelle gommose, la canoa. L’amicizia, guidare fino al crepuscolo.

Capricorno : Il pianoforte, negozi d’antiquariato. L’odore del pane appena sfornato. Le tisane, disegnare a tarda notte, vedere qualcuno che si ama per la prima volta. Conoscersi, il colore viola, le canzoni lente, il sarcasmo. Lunghe docce calde, il rumore della pioggia.

Acquario : I viaggi, il cibo straniero. La leggera brezza del ventilatore in estate, l’odore dell’anguria. Le pesche, i musical, i vinili, i film in bianco e nero. Dormire fino a mezzogiorno, caffè freddo, l’abbronzatura. Il profumo, lo champagne, i blog.

Pesci : Le piante, gli occhi blu. Trattenere le risate alle quattro del mattino, i migliori amici, i film horror, i baci veloci, il contatto visivo. I Beatles. le fragole, il colore giallo.

Cherished

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Pairing: Dean x plus size!Reader, Sam
Word count: 683
Warnings: A swear or two

Part 7 of Fat and Beautiful


You and Dean got married at the courthouse, nothing fancy. You wore your favorite sundress, and he wore slacks and a dress shirt. As did Sam. You didn’t care about the bells and whistles. All that mattered to you, was the man you were marrying.

Life went back to normal, except for Dean would call you ‘Mrs. Winchester’ from time to time, just to see your face light up. The two of you fell into a routine, enjoying a sense of normalcy.

It had been nearly a year of marriage when Dean left you little hints that he wanted to move to the next part of your relationship. You were confused at first, wondering about the random items you were finding in places you were always in- a stuffed bear, a rattle, things like that. What finally made you ask what was going on was a box of pregnancy tests, that had been left on the bathroom counter like the damn things belonged there.

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Four years

Sam and Dean are out on a hunt. For the second month in a row you’ve missed your period, suspicious you ask Cas to get you a pregnancy test. “Sam and Dean are so going to kill me.” You say when you see the results are positive. So your brothers wouldn’t find the test you wrap it up in a pad wrapper and throw it away. You somehow get rid of the box that the test came in as well, then promptly break down crying.

“Hey what’s going on?” A familiar voice asks- Chuck.

“Think you already know Chuck. I mean you’re god after all.” You answer wiping away the tears.

“What do you want to do with the four of them?”

“Did you just say I’m having quadruplets?”

“Two boys and two girls.” You sigh, then ask if there is anyway to keep the five of you away from the supernatural world. “I can do that, if you really want to leave.” You nod- Chuck then snaps his fingers packing all your clothes, and personal items. He then snaps his fingers again transporting you and your things to a cabin in the woods- he also teleported your car.

“Thank you Chuck. This means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

A month after you fled from the only life you’ve ever known you change your phone number. It’s kind of nice not having supernatural things breathing down your neck- then again no creature in their right mind would go after someone that is protected by an army of angels and by God himself. Granted there are a few idiots… then there’s Garth, he falls into his own category.

One night there was a small pack of werewolves outside of the cabin, in the morning you wearily walk outside and find Garth and a few members of his pack stationed outside. They’re more or less guarding the place. “Jeez Garth, you gave me a small heart attack yesterday.” You say as you lean against your car looking at your werewolf friend.

“That was unintentional. I just saw your car. Figured you were on a hunt and weren’t done with it or something similar to that.” Garth replies. His eyes fall onto your stomach- you were starting to show. “Wasn’t expecting to find you here pregnant…”

“If you tell either one of my brothers about this I will shoot you.”

“You haven’t told them?” You shake your head.

“I don’t want my kids to be in the hunting lifestyle, besides if my brothers found out about this one of them would more then likely scream bloody murder.” Garth just nods in response.
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“Hey Chuck…” You say one day.

“What’s wrong?” God asks in response, concern noticeable in his voice. You lightly chuckle to yourself.

“Nothing- I was actually wondering if you would be willing to be the kids’ godfather.”

“Why me out of everyone?”

“Because you’re going out of your way to help me. Besides, I doubt any supernatural being in their right mind would go after four children that are god’s godchildren.”

“When you put it that way then I don’t see any reason why I would say no.” A gentle smile forms on your face. “Decided on names yet?”

“Yeah… the girls are Ellie and Mary, and the boys are John and Bobby.” Chuck notices the distant look on your face and asks what’s wrong. You then tell him that you were worried about delivering the four of them- they’re due any day now.

“If you’re that worried about it, I can always snap some surgeons into existence to help deliver them.” Chuck says sitting down next to you.

“That’s if something goes wrong.” You counter. Chuck thinks about it for a second before agreeing. You grimace slightly as one of the four children in your womb kick you rather hard.

“What was that face for, do you hate me that much?” A certain archangel named Gabriel asks popping in as you do that.

“I don’t hate you- someone kicked me rather hard just now.” You reply. Over the last few months different angels have shown up to help you out- Cas, Gabe, and Balthazar are the three main ones (besides Chuck of course) that haven show up and lent you a helping hand or two. “How’s Sam and Dean doing?” Cas is normally the one that keeps tabs on your brothers for you, but today you asked Gabriel to do it.

“They just got done with a windigo hunt in Tennessee, miraculously they got out of that one with a few scrapes and bruises. Both of them have all but given up on trying to locate you.”

“That sounds like my brothers alright. I’ve been gone for seven months now and they are still searching high and low for me…” You trail off. The inside fabric of your pants is soaking wet- your water just broke.

“Y/N?”

“I think my water just broke.” You reply closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves.

You deliver Bobby on your own, the other three you’re having problems with. “Okay Y/N, I have to interfere here.” Chuck says snapping his fingers, less than two seconds later you’re on a gurney, with an i.v in your arm.

“Chuck?” You weakly ask. Chuck doesn’t say anything in response instead he just snaps his fingers again creating a small team of surgeons out of thin air. He then tells Gabriel something but you don’t catch it because you’re so disoriented. The archangel presses two fingers to your forehead rendering you unconscious.
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When the quadruplets turn one, Chuck does something unexpected- he literally moves your family to a larger house. “You didn’t have to do that Chuck.” You say.

“You’re right I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” Chuck replies. You laugh lightly. Considering you didn’t have a lot when you left the bunker, unpacking is relatively easy. Your neighbors are actually rather nice people and a few of them have kids around the same age as yours.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and months turn into years. It’s the day before the quadruplets fourth birthday- you ask Balthazar to babysit for awhile so you can get a few things from the store.

While at the store you unintentionally crash into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going.” You quickly apologise, as (hair color) hair falls into your eyes.

“No harm done.” The person you collided with replies. Your heart skips a beat- you know that voice, it belongs to Sam. You move your hair out of your eyes hoping to see someone that just sounds like your brother; much to your dismay it is your brother. “Y/N?” Your brother asks surprised.

“Hi Sammy.” You answer sheepishly. Instead of your brother getting after you he just smiles at you. You know Sam has questions but he doesn’t get a chance to ask any because Dean shows up holding two different kinds of pie, not paying much attention to you.

“I can’t make up my mind so I’m getting both of them.” Your eldest brother says. “You going to get anything?”

“Right now I’m thinking of a hug from our kid sister.” Sam replies causing you to laugh. Your laughter causes Dean to look at you. His candy apple green eyes light up like a Christmas tree. You’re honestly expecting one of them to yell at you but that doesn’t happen; instead you get a bone crushing hug from each of them.

“You two aren’t mad at me?” You ask.

“I’m mad alright, but I’m also happy to see you.” Dean answers. “Where have you been for the last three almost four years?”

“Not hunting that’s for sure.” You answer.

“What’s with the toys?” Sam asks noticing the contents of your basket.

“The toys are birthday gifts for four troublemakers.” You reply. “I don’t really want to go into detail about this.”

“Come on (nickname), what’s going on?” You sigh, Sam just pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

“It’s easier to take you two back to my place than explain it…”
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“You know when you said place, I wasn’t expecting a house.” Dean comments as he gets out of the impala. You laugh lightly as you unlock the front door and open it. You then invite your brothers in.

You groan when you see the mess, you also know who made the mess- Bobby. “Robert Adam!” You nearly yell. Bobby doesn’t answer- which is a little odd. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Ellie, holding her toy elephant. “Come ‘ere little elephant.” You say picking the toddler up and placing her on your hip. You call Ellie little elephant because of her name and because of the fact elephants are your daughter’s favorite animal.

“You babysitting or something?” Dean asks, making you turn around and look at your eldest brother.

“No… if anyone is babysitting it would be either Cas, Gabe, Balthazar or Chuck.” You answer. You then turn attention to your mini-me. “Have you seen your siblings recently princess?”

“U'cle Bath is playing wif them out slide.” The three almost four year old girl answers. Ellie has always had issues saying Balthazar’s name as well as outside. You set Ellie on the ground before kneeling down in front of her so you could look into her eyes.

“Mind getting them for me?”

“Otay mommy.” Ellie then toddles off looking for her brothers and her sister. You smile as you stand back up.

“Is that why you left- you were pregnant?” Sam asks. For a moment there you completely forgot that your brothers were there.

“Pretty much…” You answer, as you head to the kitchen to get something to drink. Sam and Dean follow you of course. You pull out the two beers that you hid in the back of the fridge, you also grab a can of soda. You give the beer to the boys. “Haven’t had much alcohol since the kids were born.” You explain.

“How many kids do you have anyways?” Sam asks as he opens his beer and takes a swig.

“I have quadruplets.” A look of horror flashes across your brothers’ faces. “Relax I always have a helping hand when it comes to the four of them.” As you’re talking to your brothers- someone clamps onto your right leg; John.

“Tag!” You hear Mary exclaim.

“Nuh-uh, mommy’s safe.” John argues. Mary sticks out her tongue- she also flips off her brother.

“Mary Louise… where did you learn that gesture?” You scold looking at Mary unamused.

“You don’t get after U'cle Gabe when he does it.” Mary pouts.

“Well Uncle Gabe is technically a grown up. Even if he doesn’t act like it.” When Bobby comes in he tries to slink away before you notice him- that doesn’t work too well. “Bobby, are you going to tell me why there’s a mess in the hallway?” You inquire causing the eldest quadruplet to look down at the ground.

“Sorry mommy.” He answers. You sigh before ruffling his hair. Confused he looks up at you- and spots your brothers. He then cowers behind you slightly intimidated. You don’t really blame him, Sam and Dean are skyscrapers compared to a toddler. His eyes widen. “Who are they?” He squeaks.

“It’s okay mini-moose, they’re not going to hurt you.” You say as you pick your son up and set him on your hip. “There we go, they’re not so gigantic from up here are they?” Bobby shakes his head shaggy (hair color) hair falling into his face. Bobby reminds you of Sam in more than one way; hence the nickname of mini-moose. You then introduce Bobby to your brothers.

“Mommy calls you a moose too?” Bobby asks Sam.

“She does actually. She’s weird like that.” Sam replies.

“Sammy.” You groan. Your older brother flashes you a smile. “Okay, you’re getting heavy.” You mutter as you set Bobby down. No surprise that he toddles over to Sam and does grabby hands wanting up.

“Y/N, you’ve only said three names while we’ve been here. I don’t know your other son’s name.” Dean comments.

“His name is John.” You answer. “Johnathan Daniel.”

“Am I in trouble?” John meekly asks in response.

“Now why would you think something like that?”

“You said my full name.”

“You’re not in trouble bud, I was just telling your uncle what your name is.”

“Oh.”
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Once you put the kids to bed for the night Dean asks you about their names and who is the eldest out of the four of them. “Bobby was first, then Mary, John after her and Ellie is the youngest.” You explain. “As for their names- I named them after dad, Bobby, Ellen and your mom.”

“Not what I meant. I was wondering where Adam, Louise, Daniel and Jo came from.” Dean clarifies.

“Oh. Adam and Jo were my picks- Adam for our brother, and Jo for Jo Harvelle. Louise was Balthazar’s pick and Daniel was Gabriel’s.”

“I thought Gabe was dead…” Sam mutters to himself. “How have you managed to get out of hunting for almost four years now?” He sounds slightly jealous.

“One, Chuck’s the one that has made sure nothing supernatural comes near my kids; and two who in their right mind would go after the godchildren of god himself?”

“Fair point.” Sam rabbit trails slightly. “Why’d you threaten to shoot Garth?”

“He scared the ever loving crap out of me. How would you feel if you heard a pack of werewolves on your doorstep- yet none of them dared to enter?”

“When you say it like that, I don’t blame you for wanting to shoot him.” Dean checks his watch.

“We should get going. It was good to see you sis.” He says standing up.

“Dean wait… I want you two to stay here for a little bit. I mean I have two spare rooms completely furnished.” You counter. “Also the kids really like both of you- it’s also their birthday tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“Trust me you won’t be imposing. My door is always open for you two- except when you have a creature on your asses.” Your brothers laugh.

In the morning you’re not surprised to find Dean in the kitchen. “Morning Dean.” You say.

“Morning (Nickname). I was tempted to make breakfast but I didn’t know if I was allowed to do that and I also don’t know what your kids like.” He explains running a hand through his hair.

“You can always use the kitchen.” You glance at your phone seeing what day of the week it is. “As for food it’s Saturday, which means pancakes.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I try and make pancakes for the kids every Saturday.” You answer as you start digging in the pantry looking for the dry ingredients for pancakes. You sigh when you can’t find them. “Guess pancakes aren’t going to be happening today.”

“Want me to make a supply run?” You tell your brother that you can go. “Are you sure? Seriously though I can go.”

“I need to get a few other things too, and I don’t want to make a list.” Eventually Dean gives in.
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(Dean POV)
I watch as Y/N grabs her keys and takes her leave. I’m still trying to recover from the fact that my little sister is a mom.

“U'nle De?” One of the kids ask tugging on my shirt pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” I ask looking down at the child. I’m pretty sure it’s Mary, but I might be wrong. It’s hard to determine who is who.

“Will you play with us?”

“Sure.”

By the time Y/N gets back from the store, Sam and I are being used as pillows. The girls are curled up against me while the boys are asleep against my brother. “They weren’t too much trouble were they?” Y/N asks when she sees the six of us. I flash a smile towards my sister.

“They were fine… they acted a lot like you did when you their age.” I reply.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Depends how you look at it.” Y/N airily chuckles. “How do you tell them apart?” She then explains to us that somehow all four of the kids got different color eyes. Bobby’s eyes are hazel like Sam’s, Mary’s eyes are green like mine, John somehow ended up with brown eyes and Ellie has (eye color) eyes.
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(No one’s POV)
“Please tell me that you two will stop by when you’re in town.” You tell your brothers as they’re getting ready to leave.

“Do you want us too?” Sam asks in reply.

“Like I said before my door is always open for you two- just don’t bring the family business in when you visit.” Your brothers laugh as they each give you a hug.

“See you around Sis.” Dean says.

“Don’t be strangers you two.” You watch as Sam and Dean get into the front seat of the impala and drive off into the sunrise. “Stay safe guys.” You say knowing that your brothers couldn’t hear you. You walk back to the porch and linger there for a moment, you then shake your head before heading inside then closing the door behind you.
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Lullaby

A/N: This cannot be happening, how did this happen? Yes, you know how, of course you do, but, fuck!


While Dean ran into the grocery store, I elected to stay back in the Impala. I watched as he disappeared into the automatic doors before I quickly made my way into the pharmacy adjacent to the grocery store. I walked through the aisles picking up an assortment of products to cure stomach ailments. I stuffed my purchases into my purse as I got into car, looking up to see Dean walking out through the automatic doors a few minutes later.

“You’ve been eerily quiet.” He states taking my hand in his. “Is everything all right?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I’m good, great actually.” I lied as he kissed my hand.

I hated lying to Dean, my stomach tightens at this. Our relationship has been what it is because we agreed no matter the situation or topic or how hurt or angry the other person might get, always speak the truth. He glances over at me and I smiled, leaning into him reassuringly as we drove back to the bunker.


I slid slowly from underneath Dean’s sleepy grasp and quietly exited our bedroom. I grabbed my purse and walked to the bathroom, stopping abruptly when I heard Cas.

“Is everything all right?” He asked.

I turned around to see him standing behind me with a remote and bag of chips in hand. “Uh, yeah, Cas, I’m fine. Why are you awake?” I asked.

“I don’t sleep…”

“Right, I forgot.”

“Hence the chips and remote.” He lifts his arms to show me. “Dean says watching late night crap television can make anyone fall asleep.” I nodded. “Why are you awake?”

“Oh, I’m going to the bathroom.”

“With your bag.” He observed.

I glanced down. “Yeah. Girlie problems.” I lied then walked off.

I wonder if angels can tell when you’re lying? I thought as I emptied the contents I bought earlier into the sink.


I followed the instructions on the box and waited and waited and waited.

“Please, God.” I prayed as I picked up one of the sticks, staring down at the bright blue double lines. I grabbed the box and read the results. “Positive.”

I grabbed another stick and read the result from that box. “Positive.” I grabbed another stick looking down and reading the box, doing this until I read the result for each test. Ten for ten, all ten sticks were positive.

“Fuck.” I say staring at my reflection.

Lost in thought, I didn’t realize the door opened until it was too late and the sleepy figure spoke. My eyes widened as I stared at Sam’s reflection in the mirror, I froze in place as he approached. He looks down at the boxes and tests then up at me.

“Fuck.”