you are just too much trouble woman

Black and White (Part 1)

Dean is a mechanic, running an illegal chop shop on the side to pay for his baby brother’s college tuition. Castiel is a local photojournalist who just so happens to catch Dean on film stealing a car.

Dean convinces Cas not to turn him in, and sparks fly.

But what happens when Cas appears to be involved with a rival group? Can Dean trust him at all? Or does Cas already know enough to ruin him?

Word Count: 3250

Warnings: None yet

A/N: Feedback appreciated! This is an AU that’s a little different, so I hope y’all enjoy this one!


There’s nothing left to do for the day, and Dean’s just about to lock up when a woman walks in, walking briskly and looking a little flustered, like most people who’ve just had unexpected car trouble.

“And what can I do for you?” Dean asks, eyeing her as she sets her purse on the counter. Pretty, but a little too upscale for his taste, with her manicured nails and name-brand everything.

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Diabolik Lovers Tweets (170303)

It’s Girl’s day~ Kou started a chain of tweets….along the way the Sakamaki brothers started blackmailing each other aaaaand we ended with Kino (/)u(\)

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Out Dancing

Requests: “Hey! I was listening to the song When A Man Loves A Woman by Percy Sledge and thought it would give a great story of Newt X Reader. As I love your writing, I thought you could write, but if you can not I’ll understand.❤” AND “Hi, M! I have a request, if its not too much trouble, i was wondering if i could get a newt x reader where newt’s jealous? The story could be anything you want, i just want me some jealous newt, he’d be so adorable! Slight angst and lots of fluff? Hope you have a wonderful day♥️”

Word Count: 3,399

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous and @dont-give-a-bother also tagging @caseoffics

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


Newt’s eyes nearly fall out of his head when you walk out of the bedroom with Queenie. You don’t notice the red blush winding up his cheeks and filling his entire face, and he’s grateful for Queenie’s conversation with you. He can barely tear his eyes from the crimson number you slipped into, from the way the intricate beading wraps around you to the frills that swish with every swaying step you take. Crimson gloves run from your hands to your elbows, hiding more skin than that dress does. He gulps when he looks at the hem drifting only to the middle of your thighs.

Blinking, he pinches his arm. Queenie giggles at his face when he feels her root around his mind. Forcing his gaze from you, he looks at her, more subtle in her flowing olive dress. It hangs off her shoulders with thin straps, dipping in the most perfect places, gems shining on the left side of the chest and cascading down to her hip bone.

She cocks an eyebrow. “Like what you see, honey?”

It takes Newt a moment to form a sentence when you turn your beautiful eyes on him. “You’re radiant.”

“Just me?” Queenie purses her lips to hide her mischievous smile.

Newt’s heart hammers when he looks at you. Not only does the dress expose your collarbones, but it shows off your shoulders, too, letting the heavy crimson earrings Queenie lent you graze the skin usually hidden by your normal outfits. His eyes drift from there to your lips, plump, turned a vivid red by Queenie’s makeup, completely kissable.

“You are breathtaking, as always.” Newt says, swallowing and forcing as natural a smile he can create to his face.

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Yamamoto, Hibari, and Reborn reacting to a pregnant s/o

Yamamoto

• Is going to be very happy. He’s always liked and been good with kids, and the thought of starting a family with you is just wonderful. It’s the last big step in your relationship that you’ve yet to take, and it’s good you’ve finally gotten to it.
• But, with his life in the mafia, he’s also very worried. You were already a big weakness for him, a kid will just be one more, and he didn’t know what he’d do if someone targeted you or his soon-to-be child. He will not take any chances, and though he’ll keep it hidden, he definitely has people guarding you when he can’t be around. Though he will probably do everything in his power to make sure he doesn’t have to leave your side for anything while you’re still pregnant.
• He’ll make sure you’re staying healthy, and that you’re not eating or drinking anything you shouldn’t be. He’s gonna be very anal about this, no exceptions, no just-this-once’s. He will go so far as to cook and prepare every one of your meals if he has to. Also gonna make sure you go in for regular check-ups, so if anything does go wrong the doctors can catch it and fix it early.
• Won’t say it out loud but kind of has a kink for fucking you while you’re pregnant, especially when you start showing. So, except for some position changes to make sure you’re comfortable, you’ll probably have a pretty active sex life for most of the pregnancy.

Hibari
• He’s not going to think much of it honestly. To him this is just natural, obviously it was gonna happen at some point. So if you were hoping for anything more than him just going “Okay” you’ll probably be disappointed.
• He will keep a near constant watch on you, and will definitely always have a guard on you when he’s not around. If you’re going out somewhere (if he decides to let you), and if he’s not going with, he will send Kusakabe with you. Cause though he trusts those nameless Vongola guards he’s got, at the end of the day Kusakabe’s just his most trusted guy and he wouldn’t want you out with anyone else.
• Once you start showing though you aren’t really going anywhere. He just doesn’t want you out on the streets at all, it’s not safe. Even if he’s with you, it’s just not safe. Too many things could go wrong. Don’t test him on this, if you try to sneak out for even a short trip to the grocery store you’re gonna get in trouble. He will lock you in your room if he has to. A woman is at their most vulnerable when they’re pregnant, and he’s not going to let anything happen to you.
• The pregnancy will go by really smoothly. Hibari makes sure of it. You’ll have lots of doctor visits to make sure everything’s going alright. He kind of intimidates the doctor too much, always reminds them that if anything goes wrong he’ll bite them to death. And if there is any serious complication he goes through with it, then finds a better doctor.

Reborn
• He isn’t going to be too happy about it. He’s been in the mafia for more than long enough to know how dangerous and horrible it sometimes is, and like Yamamoto, is aware that it’ll be just another weakness enemies of the Vongola can exploit. He will seriously consider sitting you down and talking through the possibility of you getting an abortion, but will never actually go through with it.
• He realizes he just can’t ask that of you, if you come to that thought yourself great but he’s not going to bring it up. And as he thinks more and more about it, he decides he’ll be okay with having a kid. After all, he is the greatest hitman in the world, and if anything or anybody should threaten either of you he can and will deal with it. And there’s a tiny part of him that likes that you’re pregnant, cause you having a baby with him ties you to him forever.
• He will keep this a secret from as many people as he can until you actually have the baby. It’s likely nobody except for Tsuna and his guardians know about it. He’ll probably secretly put cameras around the house so he’s able to keep an eye on you even when he’s gone. And because he’s keeping it such a secret, when he does have to leave you he’ll get one of the guardians to watch you and keep you safe.
• You will only see the most trusted doctor he knows. And although you don’t go to see them as often as maybe you should, Reborn makes sure you know to tell him right away if something feels even a little off about your body, and whenever something does feel wrong you either call or see the doctor right away about it.

anonymous asked:

Helloooo! I like how you write imagines so far!!! Could you make something like uhm RFA accidentally opened the bathroom door while MC was taking a bath?? Thanks!!!!

sorry, i made this unbelievably silly, please forgive me.


Yoosung

  • “Uh,” Yoosung says, a blank expression of uncomprehending disbelief on his features as he stares at you. Bit by bit, the situation sinks in, and he begins turning a rather impressive shade of crimson. “Uh… I wasn’t… I… I thought… I didn’t realize…!”
  • “STOP STARING AND CLOSE THE DOOR”
  • Yoosung still can’t get his body to move, and it takes you throwing the bar of soap at him to get him to FINALLY GET OUT
  • of course now you’re sans a bar of soap and you needed that to wash so
  • uh………..
  • shit.
  • “…yoosung, sweetie, will. will you. crack the door open and. and toss me the soap.”
  • “thanks”
  • yoosung doesn’t want to look so he ends up hitting you directly in the face.

Zen

  • he slams the door shut before you can say anything
  • HE MUST PROTECT YOU FROM THE BEAST
  • ALREADY HE IS DOOMED
  • “z-zen? did… you need to use the bathroom?”
  • “we literally live together, zen”
  • “we - we’ve slept together”
  • “SEEING ME IN THE BATH IS NOT ANYTHING WEIRD”
  • zen, crouching down on the floor and hiding his face in his knees, shouts that THIS IS DIFFERENT
  • U ARE TOO CUTE HE CAN’T HANDLE THIS
  • he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
  • ok how about you come in here u moron

Jaehee

  • oh god she’s so sorry she should have knocked
  • she didn’t realize you were still taking a bath ahhh she’s sorry she’s sorry she’s so sorry
  • Jaehee literally bows in apologize. (seriously woman it’s cool)
  • The situation is smoothed over without too much trouble but afterwards Jaehee just has to lean against a wall
  • cover her face
  • and blush.
  • (YOU HAD MADE YOURSELF A LITTLE BUBBLE-BATH MUSTACHE AND BEARD…………….. HOLY HELL SHE LOVES U)

707

  • ok, to be quite honest it’s probably not an accident
  • it’s probably a single event in a series of times where Seven, to mess with you, has burst in on you while you are in the bathroom shouting things like “I HEARD AN DANGER SIGNAL COMING FROM THIS ROOM, WHAT IS UR EMERGENCY”
  • “IS IT A POOPING EMERGENCY”
  • “JUSTICE DEFENDER 707 IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY”
  • and then you scream at him to get out and throw something and he retreats while laughing.
  • well, the joke is on him now, because YOU ARE READY
  • You have constructed a complicated mechanism to drop a bucket of ice cold water on whoever opens the door so - as soon as he throws it open to start his spiel -  he is drenched.
  • as he’s wiping the water from his eyes in an attempt to see, you jump-out of the bath, pull out the dual water pistols you had concealed, and open fire.
  • You proceed to chase him around the house, wearing a swimsuit so he doesn’t even get a show, harassing him and making him rue the day he ever decided to interrupt your you time.

Jumin

  • He opens the door, takes one look, and closes it. It’s a fairly mundane, nondescript event, and the “I’m very sorry” he calls through the door is both considerate and calm.
  • however, when you come out, you find that Jumin is on his hands in knees in prostration, and he’s constructed a formal, written apology to you.
  • J U M I N…
  • despite how stoically he seems to take he, he takes breaches of your privacy veeeeeerrrryyyy seriously and wants u to know that he very, very much respects your space.
  • (it is, in part, to make up for how wacky he gets on your route.)
  • You, of course, pat his head and accept his apology. You know he didn’t mean to.
  • (he is like a cat with how much he likes headpats, seriously…)
need you like air i breathe// old man logan

Originally posted by nikolajwaldau

Requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again 

I was wondering if I could request something? Where the reader can read thoughts and pick up energies from other people and the more she’s around Logan the more she realizes that she’s falling in love with him. Every time she brings it up, he gets angry and says it isn’t true and they fight, which leads into passionate “so what if I do love you?” kisses? Thanks!

This is pure angst probably up until the end. I couldn’t let it go… don’t kill me. The beginning of this is following the new timeline in DOFP.

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Teaching To Love Again Teacher Bucky AU - Part 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Alice Manning)

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff, Romance, slight angst

Word Count: 693

Plot: When single mother Alice goes to meet her daughter’s first teacher for a parent/teacher conference, but things do not go as planned. She hopes to never have to see Mr. Barnes ever again, but life has other ideas for Alice and Bucky.

Originally posted by marshthemallows

The pair falls into a fairly comfortable silence and remain so for a short while until a thought occurs to Bucky and he can’t resist the urge to ask,

“I hope I am not crossing a line here, but I feel the need to ask… Katie’s father…?”

Bucky hesitates in his question. He knows how sensitive of a subject this can be for some. But he has had this curiosity since the beginning of the school year. He watching Alice closely, waiting to see some kind of reaction from her, only to be shocked when she gives in the reaction he least expects.

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Cabinet Battles Pt. 2 || Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Pairing:

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count:

+2,000

(Around 2,164 to be exact)

Tags:

None-

Prompt/Request: If requests are still open could you do one where the reader absolutely wrecks Jefferson at a debate and he can’t believe her lost to them and is in just total awe and then falls in love with them??

A/N:

This is a continuation to my first part of Cabinet Battles I really do hope you enjoy it !

Also to make sure Thomas and the reader get to see each other I switched the Cabinet Battles so the first one was the Troops to France and the second one is Alexander’s Bank. Alright continue !

@a-blog-of-hamilton-and-writing

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You closed the door behind you as you smiled happily, you actually got to debate! You looked at your brother, George Washington you looked back at you with his tired & yet conflicted eyes from what just happened. As you looked directly back into his eyes you looked deep enough, and you could see a glimmer that he was in fact proud in you as well. You sighed as you opened your mouth to apologize, but he spoke before a noise could even escape your lips. He held a casual brotherly tone as he spoke as you were thinking that you weren’t in too much trouble, “Y/n. I am really proud of your debating skills, you brought up very good points and showed courage and bravery.” He said as you lit up thinking that you were in the clear.


“-but, you were also very reckless. I what happens if the men watching or even Thomas Jefferson threaten to hurt you just because you are a woman speaking your thoughts! Or what if they do even worst!”


You were slightly speechless as you looked at his eyes when he spoke. You have known him for your whole life as well so you could read him well too, and he was worried. You felt slightly bad as you walked up to him and hugged him. He was scared of losing his baby sister. He wrapped his arms around you as he rested his chin on top of your head. You and George stayed like that for a few seconds until you spoke, “I will be careful next time, but he insulted Alex and I couldn’t just sit around and let Alex be spoken to like that.” You said as George sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose but smiled gently.


“Alright. Maybe I just worry too much. You did good” He said as he straightened his already perfect posture. You watched as he left to go check on his own duties as president. As the door let out a ‘click’ noise signaling that he left. You smiled slight as even though you felt slightly bad, you were still proud that you spoke your mind. Walking towards one of the bookshelfs by the wall you grabbed a book that had looked interesting and started to read.



-Jefferson’s Pov-


He stood there in shock as he was still recollecting from what had just happened. This woman- no this lady just got up a debated against him, and she won? He felt his friend James Madison touch his shoulder as he looked at James trying to hide the fact that he was genuinely shocked and slightly embarrassed at what just happened. “Don’t worry about it Thomas, she’s only a woman. Let’s move along.” James said as he turned to walk away signaling Thomas to follow.


“She’s extraordinary.” He whispered to himself without even thinking about it as he followed along beside James as he tried continuing on with his regular work duties but the memory of that final part of the debate played in the back of his head as he worked. He sat in his chair inside the office of his home, as the image of the debate ran through his mind. He ran a hand through his curly hair as he pondered his emotions to why he was still thinking about that event. Was he angry that he was beaten by a woman? No that wasn’t it he didn’t even feel angry at all. Was he ashamed that got beaten by a woman? No that wasn’t it either, he didn’t feel a bit ashamed at all. It was something else that couldn’t stop him from playing that whole scene before his eyes.


He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes focusing on that scene again. He was going through the usual debate between him and Alexander. He sees a woman and flirts with her from far away like he does with other women but that when it happens. President Washington goes to allow Alexander to talk she just steps in to debate, and Alexander allows it. His eyebrows furrowed as he didn’t want to think about Alexander but only focus on Y/n. Y/n. Even her name triggered something inside him but what was it?


He thought about the way she stepped up to debate against him, the confidence in her step and the- He couldn’t really explain it. He thought about the way she spoke a mile a minute having a certain rhythm as she spoke with genuine emotion. The way they locked eyes during the debate as you could see the confidence and seriousness in her voice, it wasn’t a joke to her. The way she left him utterly speechless as she smirked towards him. The way when after the debate she walked up to him and formally introduced herself as if she was purely innocent and hadn’t just debated against him and won. The way he wanted to kiss those lips of hers that made him go so speechless.


His eyes snapped open as he realized what he was just thinking. He rubbed his forehead as he sat in thought thinking about the scene all over again, but this time in a new light. When she walked the confidence she had was just so attractive. The way she spoke with such seriousness and emotion, she showed that she was brilliant and to him even slightly alluring.


He let out a sigh as he realized, he had fallen for Y/n. Y/n Washington. He suddenly realized the last name and stood up from his chair. Oh god, He was in love with the President’s little sister. If he found out would he kill him? Get mad at him? He sighed as he would have to face Y/n all over again for the next Cabinet meeting that was set to take place tomorrow.


[[The Next Day]]


You stood in a separate room where a door led into the room where (it happens) Alexander and Jefferson were going to debate on another separate issue. This time it was about Alexander’s plans for a national bank. You brushed off your dress as you looked at the round mirror making sure you looked presentable. George looked at you and chuckled raising an eyebrow, “What are you doing? Trying to look good for someone?” He asked collecting his papers to go into the debate. You froze for a second spinning on your heel to look at your older brother a pink hue dusting across the apples your cheeks.


“What?! George I am trying to look presentable I am not trying to look ‘good’ for anyone.” You said an independent tone in your voice. Even though that was partly true the other half was that you actually were trying to look good. Somehow you found yourself finding more articles on Thomas Jefferson in the newspaper and as you read as saw pictures of him you somehow had fallen for the man you had debated against. Even before you decided to debate him, he already had a attractive personality of his own, it just drew you to him even more.


George’s eyes grew serious as he spoke, “It isn’t Alexander is it?” He asked about to set strict ground rules with Alex if it was. You on the other hand laughed, “Alex? Never. Alex is like a brother to me.” You said slightly shocked that he thought that. George nodded as he knew well when you were lying or telling the truth.


George stood up as he straightened out his uniform and opened the door to the debating room holding his hand out to his little sister to go first. You smiled at him as you entered the debating room taking a seat beside your brother’s chair, which meant you both had a front row seat to see the two men who were about to debate. As your brother started talking to the entire room about other matters before he was to begin the debate.


You took a chance and looked over at Thomas, to which at the same time he went to look at you as you two locked eyes for a moment. The two stared at each other as you watched as Thomas took a quick glance at Washington, as he face looked slightly afraid and looked at a different direction from you. You looked at George, who was still talking, already knowing what happened. George had probably glared at Thomas for looking at you and scared Thomas into looking away, he was a very protective older brother after all. You listened to him as he finally started the debate.


“Now that we have that out of the way. Ladies and Gentlemen, you coulda been anywhere in the world tonight, but you’re here with us in New York City. Are you ready for a Cabinet Meeting?”


As he spoke about what the topic was about you looked at Thomas. He had closed his eyes and was trying to focus from what it looked like. Although as soon as George let Thomas speak, (a hint of a threatening tone in his voice) Thomas opened his eyes as he debated away against Alexander. He spoke with a cocky and confident tone in his voice that made you hate him but also left you slightly melting in his seat from the attractiveness in his overall personality. You slapped your other hand lightly to bring you back to reality so you could control yourself, you weren’t going to look like one of those girls that swoons over men left right and center. You sat with straight posture and listened to the debate professionally with interest. You did enjoy watching the debate, even though you had gotten angry at some of Thomas’ remarks towards Alexander.


The had debate ended with Hamilton going slightly over the edge as it was intriguing to watch. As well as George having to tell them to take a walk and the speak with Alexander privately.


The people watching had gotten up from the stands and went outside for air as you stood up as well though unlike the others you gained enough confidence that you walked towards Thomas a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Well, well, well, Thomas Jefferson. Seems as if we keep meeting each other here.” You said crossing your arms. Thomas looked back towards you for a moment then smirked back taking a step towards you. Gently taking his hand into yours, he bowed down and gently kissed the knuckles of your hand, “Y/n Washington, it seems so we do. I am glad you get to see me take down Hamilton.” He said confidence laced though his voice.


A pink blush lightly dusted your cheeks as you chuckled slightly, “Good luck with that. Alexander doesn’t give up on what he wants. He won’t stop until he gets his bank.” You spoke shaking your head slightly. Thomas raised an eyebrow but kept his smirk glued to his face as you both stayed quiet for a moment. You looked down at his lips without thinking then back at his eyes. Following your action, Thomas glanced down at your lips as well before turning his attention back on your eyes.


He took a single step towards you as he spoke, “I don’t have much work tomorrow, and I have been invited to this ball tomorrow and I don’t have a date so umm, I was wondering if- if you would like to go out with me?” He said slightly nervous as you were slightly shocked from the sudden invitation. After a second or two of processing you gently smiled at him for his sweet gesture. You opened your mouth to reply until you heard a voice that cut you off.


“Thomas.”


You shivered slightly as you knew that voice well. Thomas suddenly stood straight fixing his already good posture. You turned your head to see George, standing at the doorway you had entered from, watching you and Thomas. You looked at Thomas as he had a clear nervous look on his face, “Mr. President. Sir.” Thomas said as he looked at you then back at George.


You rolled your eyes as you looked at Thomas, “I would love to. It’s a date. Write to me.” You said as you already knew he had your address since you lived with George and his wife. He nodded nervously as George watched you both. You smiled at him and turned walking to your brother and pushing him into the room, closing the door behind you, leaving Thomas alone as he would most likely leave. You looked at George who looked at you very seriously as if you were some sort of soldier. You chuckled at how he looked and smiled happily. As you spoke you could see George’s frown deepen which made you chuckle even more.


“I guess have a date with Thomas Jefferson.”

#DailyLines  #AnECHOInTHEBone  #InHonorOfScienceDay
#ScientificWomen


“We are alive,” Brianna MacKenzie repeated, her voice tremulous. She looked up at Roger, the paper pressed to her chest with both hands. Her face streamed with tears, but a glorious light glowed in her blue eyes. “Alive!”


“Let me see.” His heart was hammering so hard in his chest that he could barely hear his own words. He reached out a hand, and reluctantly, she surrendered the paper to him, coming at once to press herself against him, clinging to his arm as he read, unable to take her eyes off the bit of ancient paper.


It was pleasantly rough under his fingers, hand-made paper with the ghosts of leaves and flowers pressed into its fibers. Yellowed with age, but still tough and surprisingly flexible. Bree had made it herself–two hundred years before.


Roger became aware that his hands were trembling, the paper shaking so that the sprawling, difficult hand was hard to read, faded as the ink was.



December 31, 1776


My darling daughter,


As you will see, if ever you receive this, we are alive…


His own eyes blurred, and he wiped the back of his hand across them, even as he told himself that it didn’t matter, for they were surely dead now, Jamie Fraser and his wife Claire–but he felt such joy at those words on the page that it was as though the two of them stood smiling before him.

It was the two of them, too, he discovered. While the letter began in Jamie’s hand–and voice–the second page took up in Claire’s crisply slanted writing.



Your father’s hand won’t stand much more, she wrote. And it’s a bloody long story. He’s been chopping wood all day, and can barely uncurl his fingers–but he insisted on telling you himself that we haven’t–yet–been burnt to ashes. Not but what we may be at any moment; there are fourteen people crammed into the old cabin, and I’m writing this more or less sitting in the hearth, with old Grannie MacLeod wheezing away on her pallet by my feet so that if she suddenly begins to die, I can pour more whisky down her throat.



“My God, I can hear her,” he said, amazed.


“So can I.” Tears were still coursing down Bree’s face, but it was a sun-shower; she wiped at them, laughing and sniffing. “Read more. Why are they in our cabin? What’s happened to the big house?”


Roger ran his finger down the page to find his place and resumed reading.


“Oh, Jesus!” he said.

You recall that idiot, Donner?


Gooseflesh ran up his arms at the name. A time-traveler, Donner. And one of the most feckless individuals he’d ever met or heard of–but nonetheless dangerous for that.



Well, he surpassed himself by getting together a gang of thugs from Brownsville, to come and steal the treasure in gems he’d convinced them we had. Only we hadn’t, of course._



They hadn’t–because he, Brianna, Jemmy, and Amanda had taken the small horde of remaining gemstones to safeguard their flight through the stones.  



They held us hostage and rubbished the house, damn them–breaking, amongst other things, the carboy of ether in my surgery. The fumes nearly gassed all of us on the spot…_


He read rapidly through the rest of the letter, Brianna peering over his shoulder and making small squeaks of alarm and dismay. Finished, he laid the pages down and turned to her, his insides quivering.


“So_ you_ did it,” he said, aware that he shouldn’t say it, but unable not to, unable not to snort with laughter. “You and your bloody matches–__you_ burned the house down!”


Her face was a study, features shifting between horror, indignation–and yes, a hysterical hilarity that matched his own.


“Oh, it was not! It was Mama’s ether. Any kind of spark could have set off the explosion–”


“But it wasn’t any kind of spark,” Roger pointed out. “Your cousin Ian lit one of your matches.”


“Well, so it was Ian’s fault, then!”
“No, it was you and your mother. Scientific women,” Roger said, shaking his head. “The eighteenth century is lucky to have survived you.”


She huffed a little.


“Well, the whole thing would never have happened if it weren’t for that bozo Donner!”


“True,” Roger conceded. “But he was a trouble-maker from the future, too, wasn’t he? Though admittedly neither a woman, nor very scientific.”


“Hmph.” She took the letter, handling it gently, but unable to forbear rubbing the pages between her fingers. “Well, he didn’t survive the eighteenth century, did he?” Her eyes were downcast, their lids still reddened.


“You aren’t feeling sorry for him, are you?” Roger demanded, incredulous.


She shook her head, but her fingers still moved lightly over the thick, soft page.


“Not…him, so much. It’s just–the idea of anybody dying like that. Alone, I mean. So far from home.”  


No, it wasn’t Donner she was thinking of. He put an arm round her and laid his head against her own. She smelled of Prell shampoo and fresh cabbages; she’d been in the kailyard. The words on the page faded and strengthened with the dip of the pen that had written them, but nonetheless were sharp and clear–a surgeon’s writing.


“She isn’t alone,” he whispered, and putting out a finger, traced the postscript, again in Jamie’s sprawling hand. “Neither of them is. And whether they’ve a roof above their heads or not–both of them are home.”

Babysitter.

Anonymous: Hotch fluff could be he has a crush on the reader and they work together and she agrees to baby sit jack cause has to stay late at work and he gets home and finds the reader and Jack curled up watching Disney movies and the reader looks exhausted and sleep deprived reader and him have a fluffy convo and have dinner together and either they kiss or he asks her out

A/N: This is going to be a two parter okayyyy


Originally posted by loveiseternalbutpainful

Aaron dawdled through the elevator doors, muscles tense and eyebrows furrowed as he exhaled lowly and hung up his phone. Y/N’s eyes lingered on the stern man, frowning at his stressed form as he walked by her. Before he could pass her, Y/N gently placed a hand on his arm, inspecting his expression intensely.

“Everything okay, Sir?” Her soft voice made him smile slightly as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Jessica can’t look after Jack for much longer, she has to go out but I don’t have anyone else to watch over him while I finish off some files.” Aaron grumbled, dark eyes kind on the younger woman, his mind remaining on her prolonged touch on his arm.

“I could look after him if you want? I was just about it head out anyway, I wouldn’t mind some company from the little man.” Y/N offered, hopeful gaze fixated on him as her heart fluttered at the small smile that grew on his face.

“Are you sure?” Y/N nodded quickly in response, “I’ll message Jessica, she’ll let you in. Thank you so much, Y/N.” Aaron grinned, placing his hand over hers lightly.

“It’s no problem, Sir. I promise, we won’t get into too much trouble.” Y/N giggled, winking playfully before heading towards the lift, Aaron’s gaze following her unwillingly.

/time skip/

The front door slowly creaked open, the soft glow of the stars casting a soft shadow on Aaron’s figure as he shuffled into the house. After he slipped his shoes and jacket off, Aaron made his way to the living room, smiling immediately at the sight. Y/N was sat cross-legged on the couch, Jack’s head leant on her knee as he cuddled into her side, his legs knotted into his blanket. The TV flickered across their faces, highlighting the dark circles shadowing Y/N’s tired eyes as she stifled a yawn.

“Tired?” Aaron questioned playfully, his sudden voice shocking Y/N, making her head shoot towards him.

“Aaron, how long have you been there?” Y/N asked loudly, holding her chest with one hand as her other traced patterns up Jack’s arm. The young boy giggled at her reaction, staring brightly up at his father.

“Not long.” Aaron chuckled, his gentle eyes flickering down to his son, smiling softly at how content he was with the woman. “Hey, what are you doing up?” He questioned, glancing up at Y/N as her fingers laced within Jack’s hair while he yawned.

“He wanted to stay up to see you, I’m surprised he lasted this long.” Y/N chuckled, unwrapping her arm from the young boy when Aaron lifted him form the couch.

“Shall we put you to bed then, little man?” Aaron questioned softly, kissing his sons temple as he nodded sleepily.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Jack mumbled into Aaron’s shoulder as he carried him to his room. While they were upstairs, Y/N slipped her jacket on, sighing into the warmth but before she could get her shoes on, Aaron was already downstairs. He placed a hand on her lower back, making her jump once again.

“Jesus, you really need to stop doing that.” Y/N giggled but Aarons hand lingered on her back as he chuckled, his cheeks reddening slightly

“I’m sorry, I was just going to ask if you ate yet? I was about to order Chinese food if you want to stay over?” Aaron mumbled, eyes warm on her features as he observed her expression. A small smile spread across her lips while nodding slightly.

“I’d love to.”


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anonymous asked:

um, i've greatly benefited from your posts on here and i was wondering about your thoughts on marriage? Did you ever ideologically oppose it, and if so what made you change your mind. I'm personally having trouble unpacking my naive opposition that seems flimsy, and assuming too much vitriol of a piece of paper and i was wondering if you had any perspective to offer (no pressure)

I don’t have a ton of time to address this right now but I will leave you with a few things. I don’t want to make any assumptions about your orientation and honestly I don’t know if I have a lot of straight readers but, just, not everything applies, w/e–

(Keeping in mind that I am not a woman of faith.) I never ideologically opposed marriage anymore than I ideologically oppose heterosexuality itself. (Er, less, I mean less.) I personally think it’s kind of meaningless to approach marriage ideologically and I think a lot of ideological approaches to the “problem” of marriage obscure the materiality and real, complicated structure of marriage–willfully or otherwise. Marriage is an institution in a number of fields (the law, religion), it is also an abstract social relationship that is no more or less historically constructed (no more or less unfavorably to women) than its partnered constructs–romantic love, the family itself, heterosexuality, and the broader ones like the state and womanhood itself. 

But the truth is that marriage is much more than a “piece of paper,” and this is what I mean when I say the ideological conversation can be misleading. It implicates every single part of social life, your citizenship, your labor status, money. And it still does not favor women, which is not to say that it does not help women strategically. I can clarify more later, but legal marriage really does realign your whole identity, even if (as in my case) it does not change the way your relationship feels per se and even if (like me) you do not change your name, you know.

THAT BEING SAID if you’re struggling with the ideology of it all, fuck a wedding. 

anonymous asked:

BABIES BABIES GALORE! Hiya! Is there any way I can request law,luffy, zoro,Sanji,ace,kid and killer's s/o being very very nervous and distant lately, because she was trying to find a way to tell them that she was pregnant? :0!

(Sure! Here you go! Due to it being pregnancy, I will be using female pronouns.)

Law:

(Y/N) was pacing back and forth in her room. She had been nervous for almost two weeks and during that time she had avoided Law. She bit her lip at the thought of him. ‘How will he react? Would he even want this? Ugh! How am I supposed to even tell him?’

Two weeks ago, (Y/N) had felt a little sick. She would have gone to Law, but she didn’t want him to worry if it was nothing. Going up to one of the other doctors on the ship, she asked them for help and they gave her some shocking news. She was pregnant.

At first, she was happy. ‘I’m going to have a baby with Law!’ However, the happiness didn’t last too long. Worry started to settle in and (Y/N) wasn’t sure how to tell her boyfriend. Trying to get her thoughts together, she started avoiding him. That didn’t go unnoticed by the captain.

(Y/N)’s inability to be in the same room with him was both irritating and worrying. He wanted to know what was going on, but it was as if she knew exactly where he would be so she could leave just when he was going to find her. Finally, having had enough, Law managed to find her before she had a chance to realize he was coming.

Upon seeing his love, Law started to worry more. She was pacing and looked so stressed and worried. Breathing out, he spoke. “(Y/N)-ya.” She stopped and turned to him with wide eyes. “You’ve been avoiding me.” She gulped and looked at him anxiously.

“I-I’ve just had a lot on my mind….’ Sighing, the man walked forward.

“I told you before and I’ll tell you again, tell me whatever is troubling you. You don’t need to face everything on your own.” Those words seem to break down the wall she built to keep the secret.

“Law…I’m pregnant.” There was a pause and he stared at her in shock. He hadn’t really thought about having children before, but being faced with this now sent his mind into overdrive. He was actually pretty happy. 'If I’m going to be a parent, I’d want it to be with her.’

Since his expression didn’t change, (Y/N) took it for a bad sign. “…..I’m sorry….” Hearing how weak her voice sounded, Law looked at her. (Hair color) hair was draped over her face while she looked at the ground. Confusion turned into understanding. Law wrapped (Y/N) into a hug.

“Don’t apologize. I’m so, so happy to be able to have a family with you.” He heard her breathe out a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry for keeping this from you.” Law smiled and kissed his girlfriend, and the soon to be mother of his child. Thinking about that made him smile. He gently moved his hand down to rest on her stomach. He knew he wouldn’t feel anything for a while, but he couldn’t help but do it.


Luffy:

(Y/N) stared at Chopper in shock. What he just said couldn’t be true. “Ch-Chopper…..Repeat what you just said, and please tell me I didn’t just hear what I think I heard.” Chopper noticed the way her voice sounded desperate and almost hysterical at the last part of her sentence. Sighing, and knowing she was panicking, the reindeer walked forward to grab the woman’s hand in comfort.

“I said that you’re pregnant, (Y/N).” She looked down a took a shaky breath. Noticing this, Chopper continued talking. “I’m sure Luffy will be happy and he’ll be a great father. And if you’re worried about explaining it, I’ll help.” The woman gave a weak smile before she sighed.

“Thanks, Chopper. I know he’ll be a great dad and I’m sure he would end up being happy, but that’s not why I’m worried. He wants to be pirate king and I don’t want this happening to get in his way. I just….I can’t ask that of him.”

The doctor nodded in understanding. “Whenever you’re ready, feel free to bring him to me if you need help telling him.” (Y/N) nodded before leaving the room. 'How am I even supposed to tell him?’

She was interrupted from her thoughts when a familiar voice called to her. “Hey, (Y/N)!” She saw Luffy running in her direction and she became more nervous. Without thinking, she took a couple steps back.

“S-sorry, Luffy. I have something I have to take care of.” With that, she ran the opposite direction, leaving the captain staring at her back in confusion.

The next few days were the same. Any time he tried to talk to (Y/N), she would make up an excuse and run away from him. He was irritated and very hurt by this. 'Did I do something wrong? Maybe she’s not feeling well.’ Luffy walked to the medical room and opened the door to see Chopper.

“Hey, Chopper. Is (Y/N) sick. She’s been a avoiding me and she won’t talk to me, so I wasn’t sure if something was wrong.” The doctor looked at him and saw the bits of hurt reflected in his eyes. ’(Y/N)….I hope you don’t get mad at me for this.’

“I know what’s wrong with her.” Luffy’s eyes widened and he stepped closer to the doctor.

“Really?! What is it?!” Sighing, the reindeer told him he should sit down.

“A few days ago she came in here feeling a little nauseous.” Chopper noticed the worried look in his eyes but continued. “I ran some tests and found out that she’s pregnant.” Luffy looked surprised for a moment. He remembered being told vaguely about how that happened, but he hadn’t really payed attention at the time. Seeming to understand by the expression on his captain’s face, Chopper told him everything from how that happened to (Y/N)’s worries.

Luffy thanked his friend before looking for her. He found (Y/N) in the girls’ room. Luckily Nami and Robin weren’t there. He walked in and locked the door.

“(Y/N).” She noticed him and jumped up in shock. She went to say something, but he continued. “I asked Chopper and he told me what’s going on.” Worry filled her eyes as she stared at the man she loved. Suddenly, a wide smile broke out across his face and he ran to her and wrapped the woman in his arms. “We’re going to have a family and you’ll be a great mom and they’ll have everyone as their family and, and, and-” (Y/N) cute him off.

“Luffy! You need to breathe!” Luffy stopped talking but continued to stare at (Y/N) happily. “Aren’t you worried, or upset that I didn’t tell you?” Luffy stopped and looked at her becoming serious.

“I was a little upset at first, but then I could kind of understand. You were worried about it and how I would react. After that, i was happy to find out.” He pulled her into another hug. “I’ll protect both of you no matter what, and I’ll still become pirate kind. At least now I can do this with my family by my side!” (Y/N) bit her lip and returned the hug. 'I don’t know why I was so worried.’


Zoro:

Zoro was in a bad mood and, for once, it wasn’t Sanji’s fault….. Okay, maybe it was his fault a little, but that wasn’t what had Zoro so frustrated. His girlfriend had been avoiding him for the past week and he couldn’t figure out why. Whenever he tried to confront her about it, she would make up an excuse and leave as fast as she could.

He couldn’t figure out what was going on and it was driving him crazy. Sanji wasn’t helping with his constant yelling about how ‘the stupid swordsman had obviously done something wrong’. He had already been thinking that, but couldn’t figure out what he could have done to make her so upset.

Then there was Robin, who had taken to sending him knowing glances. Anytime he would question her, she would smile and turn away saying that he’d figure it out soon enough.

Finally, having waited for what felt like forever, Zoro got his chance. They had stopped at an island and it was (Y/N)’s turn to watch the ship. The swordsman decided he would confront her after everyone had left. He didn’t have to wait long seeing as Luffy was gone the moment they docked and the others had to keep up with him to make sure he didn’t cause too much trouble.

He looked around the deck and saw the woman standing with a troubled expression on her face. This worried him, but he wasn’t going to be distracted from his goal. “Alright, (Y/N). You better tell me what’s going on.” She turned to look at him with wide eyes before mumbling under her breath. “What?”

“I said….I’ve just had a lot I’ve needed to think about.” This statement just made him worry more and become more agitated.

“And you can’t tell me? I know I’m not always the easiest to deal with, but you don’t need to deal with it on your own.” (Y/N) bit her lip and looked at him with worry filled eyes. This made him more confused. “Tell me.”

“I’m……pregnant.” Everything went silent for a few seconds. Zoro opened his mouth to speak, but (Y/N) started talking again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I was worried on how you would react.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you, but I couldn’t figure out how,”

“(Y/N)-”

“And I’ve been trying to come to terms with it by myself, and Robin’s been really supporting-”

“(Y/N)!” She stopped rambling and looked at Zoro. To her surprise, he was smiling softly at her. “I’m not upset. I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m glad that it’s with you. I’ll protect you both, and I’ll teach them how to use a sword and protect themselves too.”

(Y/N) smiled before giving the man a warning look. “You are NOT teaching our child how to use a sword while they’re still too young. I don’t want them hurting themselves.” Zoro chose to ignore that and kissed his lover.

Sanji:

For Sanji, (Y/N) hadn’t been worried about his reaction at all. She knew he would probably be happy, so she was more worried about how to tell him. She wanted it to be special, so often spoke to Robin and Nami on how she could go about telling him. Of course, the planning had meant she was spending more time away from him. Then, when she came up with a plan, with the help of the other two women and Franky, she was so caught up in planning that she stayed away from him all together.

At first, Sanji thought that she needed some alone time, but the longer she spent away from him the more he became worried. Was something wrong? Did he do something? What was going on? Those were the only thoughts in his head.

Finally, after a few weeks of this, he decided he needed to talk to her and he would stop at nothing to do it. Unfortunately, (Y/N) was almost done with her plans and needed to make sure he didn’t find out early. Every time he approached her, the woman gave an excuse before rushing away from him.

The blond was upset and on the verge of tears by the end of the day.'Why won’t she just talk to me?’ Sighing, he walked to the girls’ room and knocked. He heard shuffling before Nami opened the door.

“Can I help you with anything?” Sanji shook his head.

“Is (Y/N) in there?” Nami looked behind her for a moment.

“Sorry, Sanji. She’s kind of busy right now.” She didn’t wait for a reply and slammed the door. Letting out a sigh of defeat, the man leaned against the opposite wall and slid down. He put his head in his hands and sighed again. 'What is going on?’ It wasn’t long before he fell asleep.

The next morning, he was being shaken lightly. He looked up into worried (eye color) eyes. “Are you okay, Sanji?” Looking at (Y/N), Sanji couldn’t help himself. He grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.

“I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry! Please don’t hate me!” The woman felt a tug in her heart and hugged him back.

“I don’t hate you and you didn’t do anything.” Sanji looked at her confused.

“Then why-” The woman huffed in agitation.

“I had hoped you could wait a few more days, but I guess not. It was supposed to be a surprise.” (Y/N) pulled back and helped the man to his feet. “Sanji, I’m pregnant.” He stared at her for a moment before a smile spread across his face.

“Really! I’m going to be a father!” The woman nodded. She grabbed his hand and led him into the girls’ room. She led him across the room and showed him a small crib. It had all the colors of the rainbow and more. There were ships, birds, and small plastic cooking utensils hanging from above spinning slowly.

“I was going to surprise you with the news. I asked Franky to build this for them and Chopper not to tell. Honestly, only you, Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, and Brook didn’t know. I’m sorry for worrying you so much, but I thought that if I were to talk to you I would end up giving it away.”

Sanji picked her up and spun her around. “I don’t care about that! I’m so happy that I get to start a family with you! I can’t wait!” (Y/N) laughed as he set her down. He walked forward to take a closer look at the crib. He couldn’t help but to gush at the fact that his passion for cooking was put into the design. He didn’t even care that it had been a secret, since his love was only trying to make it special.

Ace:

(Y/N) stared out at the ocean and sighed. She had been avoiding Ace for the past few days and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep It up forever. There were only so many places one could hide on a ship in the middle of the sea.

She had found out she was pregnant, but she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She knew Ace would be a wonderful father, but she didn’t know how he would feel about the news. They had been together for a while, and known each other for longer than that, so it was expected that she would know about his feelings towards his lineage. His father was the late Pirate King and he had never even known him not to be mistaken with known OF him. It was because of this that she hadn’t been sure if he even wanted kids of his own.

(Y/N) was happy that she could have the child of the man she loved, but she wanted to consider his feelings. 'How am I even meant to go about this? How do I tell him?’ “Why is this so hard?”

“If you’d tell me, maybe I could help.” She quickly turned around to find Ace standing there with an expression mixed between irritated and hurt.

He had noticed her absence. How could he not? He loved her more than anything, so it was to be expected. The longer she stayed away, the more he began to worry. The man was always afraid that she would stop loving him, and her avoiding him wasn’t helping any.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never catch a moment with her. The few times he did manage to catch a glimpse of her, he noticed her eyes filled with worry. This only caused him more pain. Ace hated seeing her in pain.

Finally, after days of restless sleep and worry, he found her on deck. The sun had set and everyone was asleep, so he wondered why she wasn’t. He walked forward to speak to her when he heard the words. After he spoke, he watched her turn.

Everything was silent for a moment. He didn’t dare move any closer in fear that she would try to run from him. “Please, (Y/N). Just tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was filled with desperation, and that only served to break the woman’s heart.

“Ace….” He looked at her and she could see tears in his eyes reflecting the moonlight. (Y/N) ran over and wrapped her arms around him. "I’m sorry, Ace. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just…..Well…..I’m pregnant and I didn’t know how to tell you, or how you would react.“ Ace went still for a moment.

"You’re-?” He felt her nod. “With my-?” Another nod. At first, he felt worry. Would he really be able to raise this child and make them happy. Looking down a little, he looked at the soon to be mother and smiled. Of course he would.

Smiling, he wrapped his lover in a warm hug. “We’re going to be parents!” (Y/N) quickly shushed him with a ‘The crew is sleeping’. “We’re going to be parents…” He whisper-yelled. He kissed her and hugged her again. “I’ll protect you both and make sure the two of you are always happy.” He felt his love sigh in relief and relax. The two spent time just embracing. The next morning, Ace made sure to let everyone know the news. Whitebeard made a show of happily saying that at least someone finally decided to give him grandkids.

Kid:

To say (Y/N) was worried would be an understatement. She was down right panicking and there didn’t appear to be any signs of stopping. She recently found out she was pregnant and she immediately became worried. It wasn’t that she was unhappy with the fact that she would have a child, but she was more worried about how her lover would react. Eustass Kid, the captain of the Kid Pirates, was the father.

She knew his goals were more important to him than anything else, so she didn’t know how he would handle the news. Somehow, (Y/N) was more worried that he would be completely indifferent to the situation than angry. She could handle him like that, that was just the way he was (though he never turned his anger on her), but if he were to act like he didn’t care at all she wouldn’t know what to do. To her, that would hurt far worse.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret forever, so the woman started searching for ways to tell him the news. It was hard for her to think of a way to tell him, and the more she thought about it, the more difficult it became. She accidentally started avoiding him without meaning to, but Kid noticed right away.

His mood had been plummeting the longer she avoided him, so it was fair to say he had been pretty sour for a couple weeks. He was still trying to figure out how she managed to avoid him for so long even though there wasn’t many places she could go since they were in the middle of the ocean.

He couldn’t seem to catch her at anytime to question her. This only served to frustrate him further. Eventually, he managed to find her in her room. They shared a room before, but she switched to another one after discovering the news. He looked at her and opened his mouth, but stopped when he heard (Y/N) muttering under her breath. He strained his ears to hear what she was saying.

“How am I supposed to tell him? I don’t even know how he’d react to it. Do I just come out and say it? ‘Kid, I’m pregnant.’……No, no. That’s too blunt. ‘Guess what’s going to happen in 9 months?’…. Tch! What was I even thinking with that one.”

Kid was speechless. (Y/N) was pregnant? He thought about it, and he wasn’t sure what to feel. He had never planned on having children, so this wasn’t something he was expecting. He shook his head after thinking about it a moment longer. He had also said he wasn’t going to fall in love and get in a steady relationship, but both those things seemed to change when he met (Y/N). With her, it just seemed like things that he said ‘never’ to happened.   Smirking to himself, the man entered the room and hugged his lover.

She gasped in shock. “K-Kid!”

“You should have just told me. It’s my kid, so I’ll make sure to keep ‘em safe.” He felt her gently grab his arm.

“I wasn’t sure how you’d react. I didn’t know if you would be happy or okay with this.”

“I never thought about having a child, but I don’t mind since it’s you.”

Killer:

When it came to telling Killer the news, (Y/N) had no idea how he would react or how to tell him. He was hard to read, and that mask never seemed to help. How would he react? She wasn’t sure if he would be happy, upset, indifferent, etc. There was just no telling unless he told her. Sometimes his body language was helpful, but he was good at keeping his composure, so she couldn’t rely solely on that.

(Y/N) spent so much time thinking of the possibilities of how he would react, she slowly began to distance herself from him. Her worry and confusion led her to subconsciously seek space to think things over. Killer noticed and, although he seemed calm, became worried.

It wasn’t like his love to suddenly act like this, so what happened to make her distance herself? He thought about everything that happened before she started creating space and couldn’t seem to recall having done anything to upset her. 'She’s been fine until now, so what happened?’

He loved her and he didn’t want her to face whatever was bothering her alone. Knowing she might not tell him, since he knew she could be stubborn when she wanted and wouldn’t tell him until she was ready, Killer decided to seek the answers out himself and figure it out.

The man first spoke to the crew members she was closest to, but they didn’t have any answers for him. He went to her room to see if anything could help explain the situation, but there was nothing. Finally, he went to see the doctor on board. If it had something to do with her health, she would go there. He entered the room and saw the doctor.

“Has (Y/N) come in here?” He watched the man flinch in shock at his sudden appearance before turning around. He looked around nervously.

“Y-yeah…..She did.” Killer became suspicious of the way the doctor was acting, but he was also worried about why she came in the first place.

“Why?” The doctor gulped and seemed to think something over in his head. Making a decision, he looked at the blond.

“She was feeling nauseous and came in trying to figure it out. It turns out it was caused by pregnancy.” Killer stood frozen. She was pregnant? And she didn’t tell him?

Not waiting for the other man to say anything, he walked out of the room to find his lover. He found her walking out of the kitchen. When she saw him, (Y/N) went to turn away, but he picked her up and carried her to his room.

“Killer! Let me down!” He did as she asked and locked the door. Before she could say anything, he spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant? I wouldn’t have reacted negatively. I’m actually pretty happy about this.” The woman stared at him with mixed emotions, and he could see them all in her eyes. Guilt, relief, happiness, and a little bit of irritation.

“I wasn’t too sure if you would be happy with this. Sometimes it’s just so hard to tell what you’re thinking and I wasn’t sure. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You don’t need to feel bad. At least now I know, so everything is fine. I’ll keep the two of you safe no matter what, so don’t worry about it anymore. Next time, come to me instead of dealing with your worry alone.” (Y/N) nodded and hugged him.

10

Happy birthday Ruth Elizabeth Davis aka Bette Davis

(April 5, 1908 - October 6, 1989)

“If Hollywood didn’t work out I was prepared to be the best secretary in the world.”

“I think men have got to change an awful lot. I think somehow they still prefer the little woman. They’re just staying way, way behind. And so as a rule I think millions of women are very happy to be by themselves, they’re so bored with the whole business of trying to be the little woman when no such thing really exists anymore, it just simply doesn’t. The world has gone way beyond it. The real female should be partly male and the real male should be partly female anyway. So if you ever run into that in either sex, you’ve run into something very, very fine, I think. There is a new sex starting, I think that is neither man or woman.”

“I was always terribly outspoken. I just always said what I thought in as much as I know about it. They say that in Hollywood one can’t do that but I think honesty counts in Hollywood just as much as it does anywhere else. I think it’s just too much trouble to be dishonest and keep up with yourself. There’s simpler roads to say what you think. Then you haven’t got to always check as to what you said to one person and what you said to another. I think this would be exhausting actually. One can be respected with the truth in Hollywood just as much as anywhere else. Or else I wouldn’t have had a career.” 

I Promise

REQUESTED BY ANON: May I request a fic where reader is dean’s super shy 5 yo daughter and John meets her for the first time and maybe he tries to convince dean to send her to an orphanage or something? Thank you :)

Dean had taken you in about a two weeks ago. He got a call from an old lady, yelling and crying at him to come and get his daughter. At first, Dean was choked. Him, having a small five years old daughter?

When he went to get you, the lady told him that the mother, who he had met during a hunt five years ago, had been murdered. Luckily, it wasn’t in front of you, you were in bed and you didn’t want to get out because you were too scared.

“I don’t care what you do with that… thing…” the woman had said “I want her away from me. She is a bringer of bad luck”.

At these words, Dean took you in the Impala and left. He had so much difficulty with you at first, especially the first day, but everything turned out well. You started talking to him and hide behind his back whenever you were scared or shy when someone would complement how cute you are.

Dean also had some trouble with buying the things you needed, since he just left without taking any of your stuff. The only thing you had on you was a small teddy that your mother had given you when you were born.

“Hey, baby girl” Dean sit beside you on the motel room bed “today you are going to meet your grandpa”.

“Is Uncle Sammy will be here too?” You asked.

Dean sighs. You ask a lot of question, once you get comfortable with someone, the questions just keep on going. He had told you he had a brother, and the name ‘Uncle Sammy’ just came up with it.

“No, baby” Dean shakes his head “I told you that Uncle Sammy was at school and he can’t come”.

“But I go to school, and… and I come back”.

“Yes, but he goes to big people’s school far away from here. But, I’m sure you’ll meet him one day”.

You smile. At this moment, someone knocks on the door. Dean gets up and opens the door to John Winchester. At the sight of the man, you bring up your knees to your chest. He is about the same height as your father, but something about John Winchester was making you feel uncomfortable.

“Hey, Dean” John greeted “where is she?”

“(Y/N)” Dean called out turning towards you “c’mere”.

You jump out the bed, keeping your eyes clued to the ground and walk behind Dean.

“Dad, that’s (Y/N). (Y/N)” Dean takes you up in his arms “that’s my daddy, your grandpa”.

“Hi” you greeted burying your face in the crook of Dean’s neck.

“She’s shy” Dean smiles stroking your (Y/H/C) “but, she will get used to you. It was the same for me”.

“Dean” John sighs “do you think of keeping her?”

“Yeah, why not? Her mother died. She needs a parent, her grandparents didn’t want her”.

“So you think she deserves to live in this kind of life?”

Dean puts you down on the ground “why don’t you go play while me and grandpa are going to talk outside? It’s not gonna take long”.

“Okay” you nodded quietly walking to the table.

Outside, Dean could already feel the anger going up.

“Dad, I am not getting rid of her. Anyway, even if I do, where would she go?”

“Orphanage, Dean” John said “people who wants kids will be taking care of her. She’ll have a normal life, safe”.

“Why the hell are you saying that?!” Dean exclaimed “you trained Sam and I in this life. You taught us how to fight, use a gun and kill monsters. Hell, you brought us on hunts, too. A place where we could’ve gotten killed!”

“You are my kids-“

“And she’s not?” Dean cut him off “Dad… I am not letting her go. She’s my kid, and I love her. Something good is happening, she makes me happy”.

“Well, if something happens to her, I warned you” John warned and finally sighs looking at you by the window “why don’t I go meet my granddaughter?”

Dean smiles and goes in with his father. John sits beside you and ask about your drawing. You just tell him the basic ‘this is a flower… this is a tree…’, but after ten minutes, you wouldn’t stop talking about them and say funny jokes Dean had said.

Once you were put in bed, father and son sat at the table, a beer in hand.

“You’re a great father, Dean” John complimented “take care of her”.

“I will. I promise”.

This promise wasn’t just for his father, but also for him and for you, the little girl.

His little girl.

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Request:  Could you do an imagine of the reader being jealous of Cisco and Lisa’s relationship? I love your work btw

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Barry asks, finally managing to get you alone for the first time that day.

“I just don’t like working with the bad guys” you shrug, continuing to sharpen your tool with perhaps a touch too much aggression.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” Barry offers, tilting his head in confusion. “And, I mean, it seems like Lisa really is in trouble here.”

“I know that” you sigh, irritation getting the better of you. Honestly, it was as if everyone had forgotten the woman was a criminal. Between Barry being so eager to help and Cisco, well, that was a whole other story.

“You sure this doesn’t have something to do with something else?” Barry suggests, coming to sit on the table next to you.

“Will you just spit it out, Allen?”

“You like Cisco, don’t you?” Barry asks in a sing-song tune, a beaming smile breaking through as he speaks.

“Of course I like Cisco, just like I like you and Caitlin. You’re my friends” you reply, unable to meet his gaze.

“So you would be totally fine if I told you I caught Cisco and Lisa making out earlier?” Barry asks, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“He what? Honestly, do men just not think at all around pretty women any more?” you begin to rant, pacing up and down throughout the room that had become akin to your office over the years. You had always thought Cisco was better than that, that he had more of a head on him that most men, but no it seemed he was just as much a boy as the rest of them… and why was Barry laughing?

“What?” you ask, unable to see what was so funny about the entire situation.

“Yeah, they didn’t make out” Barry admits, shaking his head as laughter continues to consume him. “Good to know you don’t care though.”

“I’m going to kill you Barry Allen!” you groan, aggravated that his childish method had given him the results he had been searching for.

“Yeah, but then you’d have to catch me” Barry grins before racing off down the hallway.

ok someone literally put me in a trash can where i belong but

since mortal!au apollo is canon now

apollo meeting sally jackson 

  • Apollo landing in New York City really disoriented because he’s not used to life without his powers 
  • He’s walking around the city angrily, cursing Zeus and shouting at the sky 
  • Everyone gives him strange looks like what. is happening. who is he
  • But Apollo doesn’t pay attention he’s just circling around the same few blocks 
  • Eventually he just sits down on a bench and cries
  • Most of the passerby don’t pay him much attention, except for one 
  • she’s too much of a mom not to notice when a teenage boy is crying on a bench by himself
  • so she sits down next to him for a few minutes without saying anything and he doesn’t notice her
  • eventually she puts her hand on his shoulder
  • “are you okay, honey?”
  • apollo looks up angrily, wondering why this woman is referring to him like this; he’s not used to being talked down to 
  • but then he remembers that he’s just a teenager now
  •  he wipes his eyes, clenches his fists and just shakes his head 
  • “what’s wrong?”
  • Apollo needs a cover, and fast. 
  • “I, um… got kicked out of my home.”
  • “Oh no, that’s terrible! What happened?” 
  • “I made my dad angry.” 
  • “Do you need a place to stay?”
  • He starts shaking his head, but then he realizes he has nowhere else to go 
  • “If it isn’t too much trouble…”
  • “Not a problem! My son Percy won’t be home for a while anyway,” she replies cheerily, but with a hint of sadness in her eyes 
  • wait, Percy? Apollo thinks. “I forgot to ask,” he says, “what’s your name?”
  • “Oh! I probably should have mentioned it before you agreed to stay in my house!” She laughs. “Sally Jackson,” she says, holding out her hand for him to shake. 
  • Apollo looks at her hand, and then back up at her, eyes wide. “Sally Jackson!” he cries, “My uncle talks about you all the time!” 
  • “What are you talking about?” she asks, alarmed. 
  • Apollo takes her still outstretched hand and shakes it. “My name’s Apollo,” he tells her, and her jaw drops. “Let me explain.”