#implied female!reader

Imagine being the youngest Winchester and Sam and Dean don’t know what to do when you’re on your period.

“Guys, I think I'm going to have to sit this hunt out.”

Sam gave you a strange look, “What're you talking about?”

You gritted your teeth, your ears flaring red, “I just can’t this time.”

“We’ve taken on vampires before, what's different this time?” Dean asked, frowning at you across the table.

“Really, it's not a big deal, I just can’t do vampires right now-" you insisted, more than reluctant to admit the truth of the matter.

“Is something wrong, [f/n]?” Sam’s expression was turning concerned.

“They'll smell me coming,” you finally gritted out between your teeth, cheeks flushed pink in humiliation.

Dean blinked and frowned, “What, are you hurt or- oh.” Realization dawned over his face and his eyes widened. “That.”

Sam seemed to have come to the same conclusion. “Yeah, sure, feel free to sit this one out then. Is there, uh, anything you want us to get while we're out?”

Your face felt like it might burst into flames with the power of your embarrassment, “Can you pick me up a pack of pads?”

Imaging you and Thomas Barrow marrying each other to hide your sexualities.

**Based off of Two by Lenka**

If anything, the bond between you and Thomas was more that of siblings than of lovers. You had your arguments but, in the end, you shared something undeniable. You were both submarines, trying desperately to float under the radar in often-hostile waters. You offered support and comfort to each other. You loved each other in your own way. It was a bond of mutual understanding and struggle.

Before you met Thomas, you had felt utterly alone in the world. In a world where a woman was expected to marry a man and anything else was considered sacrilege, it was difficult to be happy at all. Finding others like you had been immensely difficult. All of the subterfuge, all of the fear, it had tainted your every waking hour. With only one you, you had been searching for love and had never actually found it. You had always ended up empty-handed as you tried to collect the pieces of your heart. You had never been so lonely.

And then you had met him. Someone who understood. Someone who could be an ally in enemy territory. You had latched onto each other almost instantly. Things were so much better with two. With Thomas, you weren’t alone. You didn’t have to hide. You could simply be yourself around him and the relief was glorious. Sure, he could be an ass, but that was of little consequence to you. You were just happy to have someone like you.

It had seemed only natural to find a way to hang onto him. And he had devised a perfect plan to deflect suspicion. So you had gotten married for a different kind of love.

“Are you going out tonight?” you asked as you wiped down a few dishes.

Thomas shrugged, “I think I’ll stay in. You?”

“I’ve got a date,” you admitted with a giddy grin, unable to contain your excitement.

“Yeah, well, be home before dawn,” Thomas advised, lighting a cigarette. “And stay safe.”

“You know I always am,” you teased.

Thomas’ lips quirked in a slight smile, “Well, I love you, so you’d better come back, alright?”

“I love you too.”

Yes, life with two was definitely better than one.

Imagine being married to Zack Addy and finding out you’re pregnant.

“Zack, come on, focus, this is a party and you are a million miles away right now,” Hodgins scolded, coming up behind the intern and taking a sip of his drink. “Talk to me, man, you’ve been out of it all day.”

Zack blinked at the notes in front of him, looking to his friend questioningly. “[f/n] has informed me that she is pregnant.” A slow grin spread over Hodgins’ face, “Zack, that’s amazing! Congratulations!” He gave the man’s shoulder a light smack. Still, Zack didn’t smile. On the contrary, a small frown creased his brow.

“I feel unprepared to raise a child,” he stated. “What if they do not like me? What if I am an unsatisfactory parent?”

“No one feels prepared to have a kid. That’s why pregnancies take nine months,” Hodgins reasoned, taking another sip of his drink, “It gives you a chance to learn and figure things out together. I’m sure [f/n]’s just as freaked out as you are. Just take it one step at a time. I’m sure you’ll be a great dad.”

A cautious smile tugged Zack’s lips, “Thank you for your encouragement.”

“That’s why I’m the King of the Lab.”

Imagine Logan not-so-discreetly touching your butt every chance he gets when you're wearing a dress he likes on you.

**Based off of Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett**

You stifled a yelp as Logan’s hand once more came into contact with your rear, shooting him a shocked look, “Logan, stop!” you whispered, your cheeks flushing crimson.

He just chuckled, hooking his arm your waist and pulling you against his side, “I can’t help being an anima, baby. And I thought that red dress was enough to bring me to my knees, but that black one makes it hard to breathe.” he teased. “Besides, last night was hands down one of the best nights of my life.”

Your blush deepened and you ducked your head. “Keep your voice down. We’re in public.”

Logan grinned and hooked a finger under your chin. He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to your lips, surprisingly gentle. “I don’t care. I know that I can't ever tell you enough that all I need in this life is your crazy love. If all I could ever do was hold your hand in mine, I could die a happy man.”

Imagine Gibbs being your boyfriend and taking care of you while you’re on your period.

The bottle of Advil clicked as Gibbs placed it down on the bedside table alongside a glass of water. “You need anything else?” the marine asked, pushing your hair back from your face with a calloused hand.

You offered a thin smile while popping two of the painkillers in your mouth, downing them both in one gulp. “I’ll be okay for now.”

Gibbs smirked and sat down on the bed next to you, “You know, if we got married and had a kid, you wouldn’t have to worry about your period for nine months.”

You arched a brow, amusement playing across your face, “And instead deal with morning sickness, back pain, swollen ankles, cravings and whatever other hell pregnancy would bring?”

Gibbs raised a brow, “To be fair, pregnancy does bring a baby after all that hell,” he pointed out with a smile.

“And so enters the next eighteen years of hell,” you joked, pulling the covers around your shoulders.

Gibbs chuckled, “I promise there’s some good moments in there. First words, first smile, hugs...”

“That’s because you’re a guy and don’t have to actually give birth.”

“Fair enough.”

Imagine being Tony’s daughter and he finds you crying because you’re a lesbian and you hate yourself for it.

“What’re you doing up, kiddo- oh.”

You drew a sharp breath at the sound of your father’s voice. You wiped quickly at your face, not wanting him to know you had been crying. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled out, rolling so you were facing the wall instead of him.

Your bed shifted as he sat down. “Hey, if something’s upsetting you, it’s not nothing.”

You pressed your lips together and hunched your shoulders. “It’s nothing,” you repeated, your voice trembling.

Tony’s hand smoothed over your shoulder, “Please talk to me, kiddo.”

You shook your head miserably, “You’ll hate me.”

Tony frowned, “I’d never hate you.”

“You will.”

“Whatever it is, [f/n], I won’t hate you. I swear,” Tony gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Just please tell me what’s going on.”

You pressed your eyes shut, fresh tears trickling out. “Dad, I’m lesbian.”

Tony was silent for a long moment before a soft chuckle escaped his lips, “That’s all? Damn, I thought you were gonna tell me you were pregnant or you’d killed someone.” He sombered somewhat, his voice turning serious, “[f/n], I don’t care if you’re lesbian. That’s awesome. You have the right to love whoever you want. It’s not my place to tell you what to be. It’s your life and I just want you to be happy. If you love girls, I’m all for it. I’ll support you, I swear. I would never hate you.”