Okay so here’s the lowdown. I found 4 sets of medium format negatives while I was thrift shop hunting a few weeks ago. They were sitting in a box of old vintage photographs in these plastic sleeves, and from what I could tell, they had been taken sometime in the 50’s. So obviously I brought them home, and today finally had them scanned in, and holy wow they are beautiful!!
NOW this is where I need the Internet’s help. I would absolutely love to find the women in these photographs/the photographer who took them. The only info I have is that the negatives were found in a thrift store on Hull St in Richmond, VA. They are medium format, and judging by the style of dress, made in 1940-1950. The owner of the thrift store had no idea where they came from. I’m posting the best/clearest scans of the images, so if y'all could reblog the shit out of this, I’m hoping we can find the owners of these amazing images.
Kinda long, but I got rid of a backwards old man from teaching sooo….
So back in high school I was good kid. As and Bs, all AP, top twenty, the whole deal. The point is here that I am good at the school. My grandma was a college History Professor and she raised me to be a lil nerd. I was not used to bad grades, she was not used to me having bad grades as there was some extreme pressure on me to do well.
This is where HE comes in. It was Senior year. I had already rocked through all my APs thus far with 4s and 5s, all I had to do was rock out my last few and I would graduate with 36 hours under my belt and be pushed into my sophomore year of college, heck yeah, less money right? This particular teacher taught AP US history, a subject I was well versed in thanks to the gma, one I should have no problems with. I went through the first test confident in my knowledge and not having read out of the book, my first mistake. Now it wasn’t because I didn’t know my stuff, but I digress. I got that test back with a big shined red F.
Needless to say I was frazzled. I did as any student should do and write better notes, convinced it was my own cockiness that brought my downfall. Still didn’t read the text book because I had better resources at home, so I studied the appropriate material in my grandmas books. Mistake number 2. Second test comes back to me with another shiner. I didn’t understand I knew my material! Rinse and repeat until midterms right before winter vacation. My grandma was livid. Absolutely furious with me for doing so poorly in history of all things, and demanded that I request to bring my tests home to study my mistakes for my midterm. But when I asked my professor said no because he didn’t want tests circulating around. My grandma called about twenty times and finally he relented.
I brought home the tests and she sat down with me, my text book, my stack of Fs and her books to drill the knowledge into me. She looked at the first test, then the second, then the third, so on and so forth with out saying a damn word, with me sitting in my chair convinced she was about to bring forth the righteous fury. She did, but not on me. “I don’t understand, these questions are wrong? Your answers are all correct to them.” I shrugged, just as confused as she was. She cracked open my text book to see if there was any correlation and bam. There sure as hell was.
Not only was some of the info plain wrong, but it dated back to before the fricking civil rights movement. That’s right kiddos, it didn’t even mention the 14th amendment, or anything remotely “current”. Oooo boy was she PISSED. She revoked everything she had taken from me as punishment, and stacked the tests and books together, and silently got up. The very next day my grandma was at the school speaking to the principal, and on conference call with the superintendent.
Let me tell you why this text is especially bad where I’m from. I live in Texas. The school boards and stuff are VERY strict about anything to do with race because they don’t want to be seen as backwards hicks, so all those inflammatory news stories you hear? Yeah they get taken care of real quick once brought to the attention of the right people. Mr. US “History” professor was done with by then end of the year. “Retired” they say. Sure okay.
Unfortunately he stayed on teaching the way he had the rest of the year and I did poorly on the AP because he wouldn’t let me study the right stuff in class. You win some, you sorta only kind win some.
When you sleepily awoke late at night to the sound of a deep growl and exasperated shouts emitting from down the hall, you pieced together that Sam had finally located Dean and brought him back home. Whether it was willingly or not, you didn’t know just yet.
He had been out searching for your boyfriend for the past week while he made you sit in the bunker in your lonesome, refusing to let you hunt alone or join him on his travels as he repeatedly told you that Dean was dangerous at the moment, as if you didn’t understand.
You sat up slowly, holding the warm duvet around your body tightly as you eyed the door, second-guessing whether this was another one of your reoccurring nightmares or reality. However, when Sam’s resentful and deep voice bellowed his brother’s name heatedly, you shoved the covers away from your frame and jumped up from your bed, nevertheless.
You jogged down the lonely hallway, any traces of sleep rapidly erased by the time you reached the dungeon and knocked on the door, your hesitancy clear. “Sam?” Your voice was hushed and seemingly small as you asked for the younger Winchester through the silence on both sides, “What’s going on?”
The sound of said door unlocking from the other side rang through your ears and you subconsciously held your breath, anxious for what you were about to witness. You expected to come face to face with the two arguing brothers, jumping down each other’s throats for what had happened previously.
And you expected to see your boyfriend of three years who you hadn’t seen since he been deprived of existence by Metatron, and you did. However, things were different. Your eyes instantly landed on Dean, who was heavily roped to a chair smack bang in the middle of a blood red devil’s trap and a cocky, sardonic smirk written on his lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from drawing in a sharp breath, your body freezing as you stared into his cold, desolate, void eyes.
“And here come’s the useless one, (Y/N)! Nice of you to join the party,” He let out a snarl, leaning forward in his seat as the harsh glare in his eyes bore into yours and you had to avert your teary ones away, your heart thumping tremendously loudly in your chest at the scene.
Ma and Pa Kent are the best things about the DC universe omfg.
“Alien baby crashes into their backyard? BETTER ADOPT HIM HE’S ADORABLE.
Alien son comes home with a clone of himself created by his worst enemy?
THANK GOD WE FINALLY HAVE A GRANDCHILD TO SPOIL. SEEING AS CLARK HERE HASN’T BROUGHT HOME ANYONE YET.
ALIEN SON SHOWS UP FOR CHRISTMAS WITH A MARTIAN BUDDY WHO DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THE HOLIDAY SEASON?
MA KENT KNIT HIM A FUCKING SWEATER. PROBABLY TOOK HER SEVERAL DAYS AND SHE GUESSED HIS SIZE.
MA AND PA KENT ARE THE BEST SUPERHEROES IN THE DC UNIVERSE. REBLOG IF U AGREE.
That’s all you heard coming from JoJo’s crib but you couldn’t bring yourself to
touch her. You sat on the bed, staring at her through the crib bars. You’d
tried everything and she wouldn’t stop. You were an absolute failure as a
parent and now all you could do was sit there, frozen, tears running down your
own face. You should’ve known better than to bring a child into this world with
your own upbringing.
were so lost in your own little world, thinking back to your childhood and how
shitty it was, and how ill equipped you were to raise a child, you didn’t hear
Dean enter your bedroom. “Y/N, she’s screaming, what’s wrong with her?” Dean
scooped JoJo up in one arm, bouncing and shushing her, quieting her almost
immediately, something you hadn’t been able to do for over 45 minutes while
he’d been gone. “Shh. Shh. It’s ok little bug, daddy’s gotchya. That’s my big
girl. Go back to sleep.”
she – “ your bottom lip trembled and Dean finally looked at you, immediately
putting JoJo back in the crib and rushing to you, taking your face in his
strong hands. “I can’t do this, Dean, I can’t. I can’t be a mom. I can’t have a
family. I can’t stay here I need to leave.” You pulled yourself away, running
to the closet, tripping over yourself and grabbing a duffel, throwing clothes
in it haphazardly before you finally collapsed in a heap on the floor. You
couldn’t breathe through the sobs, you couldn’t see, everything you’d been
feeling since you brought JoJo home finally had come crashing down around you in
a matter of weeks.
Request: Tom finally meets your family and he’s really nervous You are from a different country and culture so there are language and cultural barriers and that makes Tom even more nervous. (The request was edited a bit) Requested by @letsgoflyawaybirdie
Word count: 714
A/N: Hope you guys like this imagine. I tried to make it work with as many cultures as possible :)
Bold text is spoken in your language
the day. Tom was going to meet your family. For a week Tom had been googling
and studying your country and its culture. He didn’t want to come off as rude
or ignorant in front of your family. He studied all the customs in your
culture. Should he buy flowers to your family, bring food or a bottle of wine
with him? He also tried to learn your language because he knew that some of
your family didn’t really speak English that well. He learned some basic
things, greetings, how to say ‘thank you’, ‘how are you’ et cetera. He was
really nervous. He wanted to make the best first expression he could. Your
family was so important to you and such a big part of your life. The last thing
he wanted was your parents hating him.
You had a
big family and everyone was coming to meet the guy you had fallen in love with.
You knew that they were going to love Tom and you tried to get him to relax.
You loved how much work he did just to impress your family.
at your parent’s house and walked to the door. “Tom it’s going to go fine, they
are going to love you! Just relax, okay?” You could feel how nervous he was. He
just nodded and took a big breath. He had bought your family a beautiful
bouquet of flowers and a (way too expensive) bottle of wine.
A/N:Kid imagines break my heart, I love them so much. Also, you didn’t say if you wanted the kid to be a boy or girl so I’m choosing girl due to the fact that Kian would love a little princess one day, and please don’t fight me on this! Hope you enjoy! xx
You smiled down at the little infant laying on your bed, tears welling in your eyes. Your little baby girl has only been alive for a week but it feels like you’ve spent forever with her. You wrapped her up, cradling her as you walked downstairs being welcomed by Franny.
“She’s gorgeous!” Franny squealed, pushing the blanket back.
“She is, isn’t she?” You smiled down at the little bundle of joy.
You handed her to Franny so you could take a quick shower. You jogged back upstairs, grabbing some of Kian’s clothes. Stripping out of your clothes, your eyes immediately went to your stretch marks. The old you would’ve hated every single one but the new you appreciated them, just the thought of carrying your beautiful daughter for nine months just made it all worth it.
“Baby?” You looked back, telling Kian that you were in the bathroom.
You leaned over and started the shower, immediately feeling a sting on your backside.
“Kian!” You groaned, wrapping your arms around Kian’s torso, earning a little smirk from him.
“Don’t bend over like that.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed a washcloth, stepping into the shower.
“Have you breastfed y/d/n yet?”
“No, I was going to when I get out. I felt nasty.”
You leaned your head back, the water drenching your locks. You opened your eyes, smiling when you saw Kian standing in front of you.
“I’m so proud of you.” He mumbled, putting some shampoo in his hands, slowly massaging it in your scalp.
“Why’s that?” You hummed.
“You have birth. You carried our beautiful daughter for nine months. You fought through those contractions like a champ – I know I couldn’t have done it. Your stretch marks just make your body even more beautiful to me, it just takes my breath away how easy you made it all seemed and it just blows my mind how you just, did it.”
You smiled, turning around to wash out the shampoo, feeling Kian’s fingers trace over your marks, making your heart beat faster. You reached up, leaving a kiss on his plump lips, earning a smile from him. You had no doubt in your mind that he was going to be a bad father and you also had no doubt that your kid was going to have a boring life. She’s growing up with this crew, she’ll never get bored.
You quickly finished your shower, already missing your little girl. You quickly dried off and informed Kian to go get your daughter. You threw on one of Kian’s long black v-necks, the cloth falling down just above your knees.
Crawling onto the bed, a smile spread across your face seeing the sight of Kian delicately holding your daughter in his arms, leaving little kisses across her face.
“She’s so beautiful.” he whispered, carefully handing her to you.
You agreed, awing over her once more before feeding her. Kian watched as if it was rocket science happening right in front of him. He was always interested in watching you, which you didn’t mind at all.
You blushed as Kian pulled out his phone, pointing it towards you and your daughter.
“I’m going to do instagram live to give everyone an update.”
you groaned, telling him that it wasn’t polite with your boobs hanging out.
“Hey guys! So, it’s been about a week since we finally brought our princess home and everything is going well. I love her so much! Sadly, I can’t show you guys what she’s doing because she’s busy eating. Anyways, thank you for the love and support during this time! We’re literally just now getting settled down.”
Kian answered some fan questions, ending the video after a couple of minutes. Once she finally finished eating, you handed her off to Kian, a smile spreading his face.
“Dammit, I can’t get over how beautiful she is.”
“Kian! Don’t curse around her!” You yelled, tossing him a spit up rag.
“Sorry, it’s a habit worth breaking for her though.”
You smiled and watched as the two slowly drifted off to sleep. You quickly snapped a picture, posting it to instagram.
Shirogane meets Lavender Beds complete!! Thank you so so so so so much to @rolanberrycheesecake@sedatayuun and @dravanian for shoving all these mats together and making the parts and everything just everything. thank you to @skeletonjam and @zevet-xiv too!!!!!! what a good way to end a night of moving i’m so happy my house is so lovely i could cry
It was a well known fact The Joker’s girlfriend left him with four young children and disappeared. It was also known that his ex stepped up and took care of them even if she didn’t have to. The King of Gotham might have lost his woman, but he never lost his Queen.
had no idea why The Joker kept on getting her pregnant; she definitely didn’t
like to take care of their children nor had any interest in them. But it was
none of your business so you kept your mouth shut. J wanted you to continue to
work for him and you had no objections: he trusted his ex and you loved what
you were doing so it was fine.
were always fighting and his girlfriend disappeared for days and sometimes even
weeks without a phone call or text. The Joker would ask you to babysit Kase while
he searched for Anya; the baby was adorable and you didn’t mind.
when she was home, you still had to keep an eye on the little one because that
woman would simply neglect to change or feed him. J would snap and they would
get in such heated arguments you were surprised they didn’t kill each other
The King of Gotham was the one realizing
his kid was lacking the proper nurture, you clearly don’t have too much going
on in the motherhood department.
broke your heart when you would go over to the penthouse and find Kase crying
in his crib, hungry and really needing his diaper changed. J was gone with
business and she would wonder off God knows where as soon as you stepped
great, you’re here!” Anya would roll her eyes and sneaked out, leaving without
any other explanation.
buddy, don’t cry. I’m here now,” you used to comfort him and the baby would
stop crying as soon as he was changed and fed. Kase sure got a lot of kisses
and snuggles since you felt sorry for the poor tiny soul. I mean, what fault
did an innocent child had in any of it? None. Absolutely none.
month after giving birth to the twin boys, Anya was nowhere to be found: three
small beings left at their absent mother’s mercy. This time, J didn’t have to
ask you to get involved: you offered and he didn’t object. It was exhausting to
tend to a toddler and two newborns but you had all the supplies you needed plus
help whenever required.
Joker searched for his woman like crazy and finally found her in Los Angeles
and brought her home again. At that point, you were basically staying at the
penthouse, raising kids that weren’t yours yet you couldn’t help it. You were
attached to them and had the feeling they would end up dead without somebody to
care for them.
is she here, hm?” you would hear Anya shout in the middle of the night, the
argument escalating with alarming velocity. “Are you fucking her again?”
not fucking her !!!” he would yell back and it was true. “My ex-girlfriend is
here taking care of our children because you don’t !!”
don’t you take care of them? I didn’t get pregnant on my own now, did I?!”
were sleeping upstairs in the same bedroom with the twins and had to close the
door in order not to hear anything anymore. Thank goodness Zane and Aiden were
actually pretty good babies, didn’t wake up very often and noise didn’t seem to
it pissed you off she was such an ungrateful person! Anya had no idea how many
dates you canceled in order to be a surrogate mother to her kids. Your
boyfriend lost his patience and dumped you simply because you couldn’t abandon
your self-imposed maternal duties.
You and Frost were in charge of J’s
security, but you found yourself in charge of his offsprings also. And the bitch was getting on your nerves with her
irresponsible and entitled behavior.
she got pregnant the third time, you got mad. Another kid ??!! Because, you
know, things were so great with the first 3!!
was born on a Sunday and Anya vanished two weeks after having her. You were the
one that find the note on the kitchen table: “Don’t try to find me, I’m not
coming back. Keep the kids.”
Joker had a terrible fit but didn’t pursuit the idea of going after her, which
surprised you in a way. Who knows what was going on in his mind; you didn’t
bring up the sensitive subject and J didn’t elaborate more than a few sentences
Clown Prince of Crime definitely wasn’t the
epitome of fatherhood, but he made sure the babies had everything they needed.
This desire was mostly coming only from his strong sense of possessiveness: he
just knew that they belonged to him and that was it. Besides that, J was
completely lost and unable to show anything but very basic emotions, if you could even call them that.
you are away, the little ones miss you. You just came back after a 5 days trip
to New York so the kids follow you around the penthouse like ducklings, wanting
attention: a four year old and two year old twins. You are holding the seven
month old Mia in your arms and the boys clench to your long dress, stumbling into
each other, but not wanting to let go.
Kase whines, jealous his sister is getting kisses.
kiss !” Zane pulls on your gown and you have to stop and get down on your knees.
wants kisses?” you smile, letting Mia crawl on the carpet while the boys pucker
their lips, impatiently waiting. You snatch all of them in your arms and
randomly start kissing them in a frenzy while they giggle, ticklish.
Joker mutters something on the couch, watching TV. You have an idea about what
he might be: he probably made a comment again about the children calling you
mommy. You told them to stop calling you that, but they continue to do it.
After all, you are the only woman constantly around, taking care of them.
he bitterly answers.
you even hold them while I was gone?!” you sigh, having a feeling he didn’t
since they are so clingy.
was busy,” he grumbles, scratching his Batsy tattoo.
don’t seem busy now,” you get up, taking Kase’s hand and leading him to his
father.”Here,” you help the young boy sit in J’s lap and wrap his arms around
King of Gotham is not very excited about your move; still he takes a deep
breath and asks:
going on, kid?”
eyes get big; he just couldn’t wait for his parent to show some interest in him.
The boy starts talking up a storm, something about Legos and his toys. The
Joker tries to understand every single word but some are mispronounced and he
kind of gets the point, but not entirely.
he nods his head and the boy rambles on, excited, playing with J’s gold chains.“A-ha,
“ he agrees again, intrigued.
daddy?” the question pops up and The Clown Prince of Crime takes the easy way
daddy!” and J gets a kiss on the left cheek, then Kase jumps off his lap,
running around the living room, screaming and making airplane noises.
what did I just agree to?” a very confused Joker needs to know.
toys, especially Legos,” you bring to his knowledge, urging the twins to follow
you and you place them on J’s knees.
great, because they don’t have enough!” This time he holds them while they
bounce their legs, enthusiastic, bickering about who should get more of their
don’t slap your brother! How many times did I tell you not to hit each other?
If you do that again, you’ll be in trouble!!! Don’t make me repeat myself! J ??
Are you just going to sit there and not react?!!” you scold, picking up Mia since
she crawled back you your feet again.
think we’re in trouble,” The Joker whispers, rolling his eyes. “Stop fighting I
guess,” he enunciates without any trace of enthusiasm. The kids chuckle,
pushing one another and cuddling to J’s chest in the process.
chubby,” the little girl gets a few kisses on her rosy cheeks and she babbles,
yawning. “Are you sleepy? I guess it’s time for your nap, hm? Hey J, did the
he answers, bored and you go to the kitchen, prepare some formula and bring the
Princess back. You signal the twins to go play and you place Mia in The Joker’s
arms, handing him the bottle.
feed your daughter.”
scoffs, not thrilled but does it anyway.
don’t put that in your mouth!” you rush to take the shoe from him and he yells,
running to his brothers, taking refuge with everyone under J’s purple coat.
They all hide, whispering and thinking that if they can’t see you, you can’t
see them either.
you mumble, letting them be for the moment and open the pantry in the hallway.
“J ?” you get annoyed, “why do we still have a bunch of baby food with carrots
and peas? You know Mia doesn’t like it, I told you to throw it away!”
forgot, woman! Give me a break !” he huffs, quite immersed into his current
task. The little girl’s eyes wonder off, searching for you and stops sucking
from the bottle until she sees you, then begins eating again.
whining is heard from under the purple coat,” Zane bit me!”
bite your brother!” you raise your voice and there is fighting going on and
Aiden pinched me!”
laughter and more quarrel.
pinch your brother!” you admonish, taking Mia away from The Joker since she’s
fussing and refuses the bottle. “Come on, nap time for everybody!”
boys emerge from under the jacket, tossing it on the floor and trampling on it,
while their father gasps:
my favorite coat!!!!”
ice cream?” Zane follows you and you don’t have time to reply because J
calling her mommy!! She’s not your mother!”
It feels like a slap in the face.
You abruptly stop and the boys bump into you.
You turn towards The Joker, your blood boiling with indignation.
didn’t teach them to call me that and you know it ! I told them to stop and they
won’t ! What do you want me to do, hm?! Glue their lips so they won’t talk?! I
know I’m not their mother, you don’t have to remind me!”
has some elaborated comeback but he doesn’t get the chance to continue because
you literally burst out.
you think it’s easy for me to take care of children you had with another
woman?! Do you remember what you told me when we were together and I brought up
the subject of having kids? You told me you don’t want any!!!! And then you met
Anya and you had four !! Which means that you just didn’t want to have children
WITH ME in particular ! Do you know how much that hurt?! But I stepped on my
pride and raised them for the last four years because I realize they have
absolutely no blame in this circus! You don’t like it they call me mommy??!
Then bring back that trash-excuse-of-a-girlfriend and make her take care of
boys shove themselves into you, startled and Mia whimpers, uneasy. You start
walking again and J is speechless.
the hell was that, Y/N?!” he shouts and you can’t let it go so you extend your
tirade. He’s really getting on your
all these years, did you ever thank me for everything I do?! Not even once!!!! And
don’t think I’m not aware you sabotage my dates! I know you are saying things
to the guys I like, don’t try to deny it!!!!” and you stump up the stairs, get
everyone in the twins’ bedroom and slam the door shut.
takes deep breaths, staring at the ceiling, talking to himself and nothing
sounds nice. A few minutes pass and he decides to go after you and barges into
the bedroom without knocking. Mia is almost asleep on top of you and the boys
are gathered around your body, ready to doze off. They pout, frowning at their
father: all they know is daddy said something that upset mommy. You truly look
like Mother Hen with little chicks to shelter from the world.
yourself an army with my kids, hm?” J sucks on his teeth and the boys give him
mean glares. You reach to kiss the top of their heads, ignoring his remark. “I
have a date tonight so I need you to babysit. I hate it when I have to bring
others to watch them.”
I don’t care. I missed them anyway,” you grumble, getting comfortable; might as
well take a nap also.
done deal,” The Joker lingers in the doorway, debating on a simple idea that
came to him while he was downstairs.
enter the kitchen and notice the table full of boxes: Chinese food delivery
from your favorite restaurant. J is already at the table, sitting on a chair
and apparently waiting for you to show up.
you look dashing,” you make an effort to start the conversation since you are
still mad at him.
always look dashing,” he scoffs, pushing a chair towards you with his foot.
hesitate and he insists:
Great, you will have to listen to him
lecture you now. You do as asked,
keeping your composure.
8pm, aren’t you going?” you tap your fingers on the table, smelling the
delicious food and it makes you hungry.
soon as the kids are tucked in and asleep,” he gives you a stupid reason,
pretending to give a damn.
are asleep, just changed Mia and placed her in the crib.”
J leans over the table and gives you chopsticks. “I ordered your favorites,”
and you seem a bit confused when he grabs a pair of chopsticks, opening a box
and calmly begins to eat.
you say you have a date?” you bring it up, wanting him to disappear so you can
relax and enjoy some quietness.
do,” he growls and your reaction is not a happy one when you realize what he
you strain to contain your displeased attitude.
up and eat !” he kicks your chair and you drop the piece of sushi you took a
bite from in your lap. “ You made me feel sorry for you since apparently you
are not interesting enough to keep a man,” he smirks, pleased he can elaborate
on his favorite subject.
right…” you stab your plate, poking a piece of fried calamari. “You’re
the one chasing them away.”
know you are!”
I don’t have to, Y/N. You’re just boring.”
exhale, aggravated, changing the subject.
news from The Queen?”
Anya randomly calls him from time to
is no Queen !” J’s eyes suddenly lose their glow, his voice getting husky. “In
order for a woman to be my Queen she has to earn my trust; you stopped being my girlfriend a long time ago, but you never stopped
being The Queen of Gotham.”
unexpected disclosure almost makes you choke. The Joker hears you sniffle and
sees the tears rolling down your cheeks.
need a binky? We have plenty lying around.”
you barely chew on your food, not wanting to cry.
did call while you were in New York,” J admits and you lift your gaze, interested.
”She said she wants Mia. Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!” he sarcastically laughs, “Like I’m going to engage into a custody
battle of some sorts with her? Our children don’t even legally exist ! You know
what else she said?”
getting worked up and you assume the worst.
said she wants Mia because she’s not mine! Can you believe that?!” he slams his
fist on the table and it makes you anxious.
No way! Of course she’s yours,” you wipe your watery eyes, the new revelation
making you alert again. “The children are all yours !”
surely don’t like the new twist on this night and leave your chair, going
around the table and cup his face, wishing to calm down the demons before they
at me,” and the blue eyes meet yours. “All four are yours. Don’t listen to her;
you know how she lies and manipulates things!”
you hear from upstairs. “Moommyyyyy!”
think Zane had a nightmare again. I’ll be back,” you caress his hair for a few
seconds then leave, insecurity already creeping up in his mind.
next day you are going out with Alex, one of J’s smugglers. He is picking you
up at the penthouse and hangs out with The Joker in the living room, waiting
for you to get ready.
J casually scrolls through his phone, smacking his lips.
the guy’s body stiffens, not knowing what to expect.
I hear that you upset Y/N in any way, besides the fact that she will break your
neck first, I will PERSONALLY make sure your body is never found again. Do we
understand each other?”
This is what J always tells to all the
guys you date: his way of being protective and he genuinely means it.
sir,” Alex nervously gulps, praying you’ll hurry up so he doesn’t have to be
around The Joker’s menacing presence anymore.
hour into your date and his cell rings. He picks up.
J, how are the kids?”
voice is heard in the background, cracking up about something.
kids are fine!” J snaps and hangs up.
How rude, you think, returning to your drink at the bar and
hour and a half pass, you call him again.
it’s me. How are the kids?”
fine woman; go back to your date! The guy is gonna dump you tomorrow and then
you’ll blame me again!” and he hangs up.
Jesus, what’s wrong with him? you crack your neck and go back to the table at the
more hours and another call. This time you don’t even get to say a word before
fine!!!!!!” and he hangs up.
Wow, so ungrateful, and you wave Alex to come over on the dance floor since
you really want to have fun.
soon as you get back to the penthouse in the early morning, you go upstairs to
check on the children. They are sleeping and you wonder where J went since he
is not in his room. You search around and don’t have to go too far: he’s on the
balcony. It’s snowing and the pale dawn makes Gotham sparkle under the heavy
back,” you announce and bundle up inside your coat; it’s chilly and windy. “Insomnia?”
you address him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. He stares at the city
he owns, the tall buildings still lit. “Are you ok?” you touch his hands
resting on the railing and they are as cold as ice.
not mine…” J utters, frozen after being outside for hours.
you get closer to him to hear better because his lips barely moved.
is not mine,” he digs in his coat’s pocket, giving you a few papers and you
turn the pages, stunned: they contain paternity test results. It is a match for
the boys but no match for the little Princess.
did you do this?” you inquire, still in disbelief.
you were gone, after she told me. I wanted to make sure and I got the results
yesterday after you went on your date,” J sighs, a sharp ache clawing at his heart.
“She’s not mine…what am I supposed to do with her now?”
don’t like the question.
do you mean?”
is not my daughter. I obviously have no use for her; I don’t want her here,” The
Joker’s poisonous comment gives you goosebumps.
can you say that?! She’s just an innocent baby! It’s not her fault!”
“I don’t want her here!” he barks, lifting the collar of his furry coat.
I do!” you take action, scared of this new idea of his. “If you don’t want her,
I’ll take her! She’s my little girl,” you start crying, hoping to change the outcome
of his plans.
of the kids are yours!” he pushes you away and storms inside, leaving you petrified
on the terrace.
couldn’t sleep for a second so you spent the last three hours organizing
documents and ammo in the basement. You go up to the penthouse again, checking
to see if the children are awake. The boys are still dreaming, but when you
step inside Mia’s bedroom, her crib is empty and your hearts stops.
my God!” you immediately wake up from your sluggish state, frightened. “Love
bug? Where are you?” and you sweep the room – of course she’s not there.
legs are getting shaky as you go downstairs, desperate to find her.
Jaayy?” you call his name and surprisingly he answers from his office.
Mia?” you run around, panicking.
dropped her at the orphanage downtown, told you I don’t want her!” he snarls
from beyond the cracked door and you grab your car keys in a hurry, scared to
death. The Joker hears the elevator going down and comes out of the office,
holding Mia in his arms.
the hell did that crazy woman go?! It’s a blizzard out there!” J lifts her higher
on his hip and she baby talks, smiling so innocently he feels awkward and since
there is nobody around, he kisses her forehead repeatedly, squeezing her more
to his chest. “Oh, shit, you think she went downtown?!” he asks for the little
girl’s opinion like she understands him. “That crazy woman!” The Joker huffs, “She
completely lost her mind!”
wiggles in his arms, cooing and making cute sounds.
glad you agree,” J take his cell out of his pocket and dials your number but
the phone goes off on the coffee table: you left it there and he can’t reach
you. “Great!” he hums, dialing Frost’s number and his henchman picks up.
we have to drive downtown.”
was very hard to drive on the stormy weather, but you made it to the orphanage
and your heart stopped when you heard no child was abandoned there this morning.
Did he leave her outside in the cold snow and someone took her?! You circle the huge building several times,
bawling your eyes out because there is no trace of Mia. You even ask a few
people brave enough to walk in the tempest but no one saw anything.
don’t even know where to go; how could he do something like this? Discard such
a sweet angel like an unwanted object when you made it clear you would take
her. Where is she? Did she crawl somewhere and she is buried under the snow?!
these thoughts race through your mind as you make your way around the building
one more time, cold and tired but not giving up.
hear heavy steps behind you and The Joker’s voice echoes in the white stillness:
you looking for this?”
turn around and there she is: he is holding Mia, the baby bundled up in her
pink furry coat, wearing that adorable cat ears hat.
almost trip and fall in the snow, but get to him and snatch her from his grip,
distancing away as fast as you can.
little love bug,” you keep on kissing her, running towards your car, feverish
and anxious while her tiny hands clutch to your jacket.
are you doing?” you hear The Joker approaching and you walk faster.
taking her away!” you shout, struggling to find your car keys and he pulls on your
hood, slowing down your movement in order to catch up with you.
Where, to the penthouse?” J pants, not willing to chase after you again.
away from you where she will be safe! “
“What about the boys?” the problem arises and you become more nervous.
left her here in the cold?” you punch his shoulder, trying to pass him but he
walks in front of you.
you insane?! Of course I didn’t abandon her in the cold; she was in the office with
me!” The Joker growls, pissed.
a terrible person! I was so worried!” you begin to cry again and Mia winces, uncomfortable
in your tight hold.
have to go back; the storm is only getting worse. I am fucking freezing since I
had to leave the penthouse in a hurry wearing just my purple coat and a shirt,
looking for a crazy woman downtown Gotham in this snow storm!! Come on, we’ll
send for your car later. Frost is parked across the street,” he gestures,
pointing at the black van.
hesitate and J needs to bring out the mommy in you.
boys are probably up by now, wondering how come you’re not there to make them pancakes.
You want them to starve to death?!” he over exaggerates, flaring his arms
of course not,“ you mumble, following his steps, convinced nobody else on the
planet makes better breakfast than you.
hurry up, your kids are waiting!” he has an outburst of clarity while you
lean on him for balance, careful not to slip.
didn’t even realize he referred to his children as yours too, but this is probably
why your heart is beating faster. And
all you can think right now is what else you can cook for breakfast.
So, here’s a wee ficlet for you guys. I’m still in the middle of trying to graduate, so I don’t really have time to dedicate to my ongoing series at the moment. It’s killing me as much as it’s killing you, I promise. But I can do wee blurbs like this one. Huge thanks to @diversemediums for helping me out when I got stuck. Hope you guys enjoy it!
Inspired by actual events…
A loud snore woke Claire. Grumbling, she nudged Jamie and got him to roll over. When the awful noise persisted, she nudged him harder. It was unlike him to snore so loudly. Glancing to the end of the bed, Claire wondered if the cat was responsible for the new sound of Jamie’s. Perhaps he had an allergy to the wee ball of fur he’d brought home for her. Finally, though she nearly pushed him from the bed, the racket stopped. Settling back down, Claire fell back to sleep.
She got up a little before sunrise, leaving Jamie still asleep in their room upstairs. If she worked quickly, she might get a decent breakfast cooked before he came down. The wood creaked above her as she started putting the food out on plates. Jamie rubbed his eyes and sat down on the bench, staring up at her.
“Good morning, darling,” she said, pouring him a cup of chicory coffee. “Did you sleep all right?”
“I’ve slept better.”
Her brows went up.
“Aye. I fell asleep wrapped around ye, holding yer briest in my hand. And woke up this morning wi’ my arse hangin’ half off the bed!”
Claire pursed her lips, trying to hide a smile, and folded her arms over her chest.
“Well someone decided to saw a bunch of logs while I was trying to sleep, so I had to do something.”
“I’m no’ pickin’ up what yer putting down, Sassenach.”
Claire choked on her tea. She waved weakly at him when he started to get up.
“Where on earth did you learn that? Oh goodness, I think I’ve inhaled half my cup.”
“Brianna,” he said, a fond smile on his lips. “Better to join the daft talk than fight it, Sassenach. And speaking o’ daft… I dinna snore. You, on the other hand…”
With the handkerchief Jamie handed her, she wiped her mouth.
“I do not snore.”
“And how would ye ken? Ye only snore in yer sleep, aye?”
“Well, yes, but-”
Jamie poured her another cup of tea and grinned at her.
“Then ye canna ken if ye snore or no.”
“That’s… Well fine, you’ve got a point there. But you’ve never complained about my snoring in the past.”
He took the cup from her hand and placed it on the table, turning to pull her close.
“There are few things about ye I’d complain about, a nighean.”
“Oh?” she asked, moving her hands to his shoulders.
“Aye,” he replied, smirking. “The majority of those involving your uncanny knack of getting yourself into all manner of mischief.”
He laughed as she swatted his ear, then held her wrists against his heart.
“Arse,” she said mildly.
Still chuckling quietly, he leaned down and kissed her. In the quiet of the morning, a soft sound echoed down the hall. Claire pulled back and looked up at Jamie, brows lifting in question. He shook his head and they followed the noise until they found the source.
Claire leaned against Jamie and watched Adso’s little furry body move as he breathed. He was curled up in a tight ball on top of a basket filled with strips of clean cloth. As they stood silently, he breathed in again and Claire nearly gasped.
“Roosevelt Christ! That snoring was the damned cat?!”
Prompt/Summary: ‘I’m pregnant.’ (dialogue prompt) / Negan and his wife decide to have a second baby together.
Warnings: Very light smut.
Written For: Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge
Note: This is another one set in my pre-apocalypse AU… I swear someday I’ll write a story about Negan that’s actually set in TWD world, lol. Sorry I didn’t go all the way with writing the smut; I’m really not good at writing full on smut. And sorry for the odd title. I am the Worst at coming with titles for fics and often just use song titles.
Also, I may do a part two to this one where Lucille meets her little brother or sister, just because I think that’d be cute AF.
Anonymous request: So, seeing as we’re both from Canada, I figured that you might be willing to write something where Bill’s girlfriend is Canadian & she goes to Sweden with him for the first time (maybe her first impression when they arrive in Stockholm is: ‘well, the cold weather’s definitely familiar to me’). Anyway, he takes her on a series of mini dates which revolve around sightseeing/relaxation; then, for the last one, he takes her on a very fancy dinner & proposes.
Disclaimer: Sorry in advance if you aren’t Canadian! Just close your eyes and picture yourself surrounded by a bunch of igloos and majestic moose, sipping on a large double-double coffee with two creams that you paid for in loonies, with a bowl of steaming poutine sitting next to you! 🍁🇨🇦💙
It starts off as a playful conversation between two long-term lovers. You’re seated face-to-face, the only source of light in the darkened room emanating from varying degrees of melting candles. “If you could have anything for Christmas this year, what would it be?” Bill’s arm is slung over the back of your wooden chair, his other hand resting loosely around the stem of a white wine glass.
You push the almost empty plate of food out of your way and steeple your hands under your chin. “This is a loaded question.”
Bill shakes his head grinning, he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a hearty sip. “Its not, because I have a feeling I know exactly what you’d like. I’d like to hear you say it.”
You take a sip of your own wine, savoring the slightly bitter tannin against your tongue and set the glass down with a resounding clank against the marble tabletop. “I’d like to travel to Sweden with you. More specifically, Stockholm. You’ve been home to Canada with me a few times. You’ve met my family and vice versa, but it’s just… time.”
Bill tips the last of the wine into his open mouth, his gaze lingering on yours. “Well,” He beams brightly and produces two folded sheets of paper from his denim pocket. “I can’t even begin to fathom how much more beautiful Stockholm will be with you in it.”
Jacklyn Pattillo who got fucking sick of getting passed over for jobs for being a woman. Jack Pattillo who found out at 16 that she could never have kids of her own because of some horrible fluke of nature. Who started going by Jack when she was around 20 cause she was sick of losing out on things and people treated her like a boy half the time anyway so why not.
Jack Pattillo who worked as an RN for YEARS because she just wanted to help heal people. She met Geoff working Emerge when he came in at like 4 am covered in major abrasions and limping on a shattered ankle. She doesn’t ask what happened because she knows who he is, she’s done work for the LS gangs on the side for extra money, she’s heard tell of Solo Heister Geoff Ramsey and she knows someone crashed through a window at the bank downtown that night because they keep the news on in the Emerge waiting room, she knows what breaking through a second story window and hitting the ground, even at a roll, can do to you. Jack fixes him up though, puts butterfly bandages on his cheeks and nose where the cuts are smaller, and stitches shut the bigger wounds on his arms and chest. She calls the doctor on call to set his ankle, and stands by watching as he works. As Geoff leaves he slips a card into the pocket of Jack’s scrubs on the sly, it’s got a phone number, a name, and an address.
So she goes by, this is before Geoff is big time, before the Fakes have banded together, at least a year before their golden boy flies over from England, fleeing for his life, almost two before they find Ray and the Vagabond roaming the streets of Los Santos. Jack gets the job immediately. Geoff tells her he needs a partner, especially one with medical know how, he tells her he’s got a spare bedroom in his kinda shitty apartment, and he can’t pay her much yet, but he’ll get there soon, he knows it.
Jack Pattillo, who finds most of the other Crew members, dragging them into her and Geoff’s ever growing apartments to patch up and feed. It starts with Gavin. Jack is casing a joint, she’s sweet looking and chubby, no one sees her as a possible threat. She’s about to get back into her car when she sees him stumbling down the street. Gav clearly hasn’t eaten properly in days, maybe even weeks, all his spare money went into buying a plane ticket here. Jack approaches him, her hand hovering over the back pocket of her shorts where her knife is, just in case, and she asks him if he’s alright, he looks at her like a kicked dog and she’s struck by him, by just how young he really is, he looks like he’s barely more than 17, so Jack takes him by the arm and leads him to her car. Geoff is about to blow a gasket at this random kid being brought into his house like Jack what the fuck babe? Who is this kid he could fucking kill us! And Jack gives him that look, the most protective af Mama Bear look and half-carries Gavin into their spare bedroom and sits him down, she cleans him up and gives him one of Geoff’s tank tops left over from when he was in the army to put on instead of his grimy bloody t-shirt. She patches up the little cuts and sets a few gnarled broken fingers after rebreaking them with as much care as possible. She bustles, and that’s the only way to describe how she moves when she’s focused, out into the kitchen and makes some broth for Gav with some small frozen veggies and a bit of shredded chicken, and feeds it to him until he croaks out that he can’t eat anymore, and then she tucks him up in the bed and sets a glass of water on the bedside table and a note letting him know where things in the apartment are. (Geoff never realized before that night just how much he loved and treasured Jack.) She finds Michael not long after, an angry boy, running away from his New Jersey Mob family, a trans boy, too fucked up in his father’s eyes to get to stay around so he hopped ship to Los Santos in the middle of the night, enough money for gas and some shitty rest stop snacks, but he makes it, and hears whispers of the Gang Nurse Jack Pattillo on the streets, and prays she can help him get on T. He seeks her out, learning her favourite haunts from people on the street, and approaches her. She can tell he wants help before he even asks, so she asks him his name, where he’s from, doesn’t question when the feminine face tells her his name is Michael, calls Geoff in advance telling him not to be a dick when they get there, tells him she found another kid, she gets a fond groan and a promise to behave. She gets Michael on T within the week, books him into a therapy appointment not long after, just in case. Jack Pattillo who’s starting to become a Mom anyway.
Ray and the Vagabond come next, she finds them on the same day, Ray first, then Ryan. She picks Ray up because she notices the blood on his face, and the blood seeping through his sweater sleeve where he was branded for trying to leave another gang. She pulls him in and takes him home. Patches him up, cleans up the brand, tells him that if he takes good care of it it’ll heal alright, and Geoff knows a guy that can do a mean cover up tattoo, and she leaves him with her other boys to go do another “Door Step Check” (Geoff called them that after they got Gav, Jack was like the women running an orphanage, taking in the children left behind). Sure enough she finds Ryan, half-way dead and all the way traumatised from his own last gang. She and Geoff are in the process of moving to another bigger place, she takes Ryan there, patches him up as best she can, makes him some food and gets him to eat it, shows the Vagabond the first real love he’s gotten since he left his mom back in Georgia. She stays with him in the quiet of the new place for a few days, nursing him back to half strength, and very quiet tales of what he left behind (a vow in the back of her head to get Geoff to deal with those fuckers), and she slowly starts integrating the others in, first Geoff and Ray, because each is so calm on a whole, then Michael and Gavin last, because as much as she loves her boys the two of them together are a hurricane force. Ryan loosens up as the house comes to life, talks a little more, eats much more. One afternoon he asks Jack if she can take him into a garden center to pick something out for his room, and that’s when she knows for certain he’ll be okay. Then she found Jeremy, on the run, scared for his life, leaving behind bad jobs and an even worse childhood. She finds his shivering under a thin coat one night in mid-January, it might not get freezing in LS but it gets cold enough. She offers him a bed and some hot food and he jumps at it, she helps him up into the penthouse, another stray for her mismatched family. With a goodnight’s sleep, a shower and some food Jeremy is holding his own with Gavin’s energy in no time flat.
Jeremy’s the first one that calls her mom. It was late a few weeks after she brought him home, her little family finally feeling really complete, she’s sitting up with Geoff, cuddling on the couch watching some nonsense on TV, when she hears distressed noises from Jeremy’s room, she disentangles herself and makes a beeline for his door, letting herself in quietly. She moves slowly and carefully to the bed, where Jeremy is sitting straight up, sweating and crying. Jack sits next to him and pulls him into her arms so his head rests over her heart, and she just comforts him, mumbling gentle words of reassurance to him until he’s calm enough to breathe easy. And Jeremy gives her a watery smile and tells her she’s the best mom in the world, and hugs her as tight as he can, and if she cried happy tears into Geoff’s shoulder that night when they went to bed he won’t tell. The other Lads take up the affectation in no time, Gav wondering why he never thought of it in the first place, but after that he changes her contact in his phone to Mum and when the Lads give her gifts at Christmas they’re always addressed to ‘Mom’ or ‘Queen Mum’ because Gavin thinks she’s the Queen of all Moms. Ryan never picks it up, since they’re closer in age, but starts calling her Jacky like Geoff does, and always gives her a bouquet of Peonies on Mother’s day to recognize her status as Mom of Four.
Jack never thought she’d have a family of her own, and now she has four adopted sons, a goofy husband, and the brother she never thought she’d have. And she loves all of them more than anything