For whatever reason The New York Post has a problem with Beyoncé and her fans being happy about her pregnancy. They posted two articles in two days, that did nothing but show how much hate lies in their hearts. How can you even tear a women apart for being happy and confident while pregnant. You don’t have to like Beyoncé or her music to know that this is gross and unnecessary. Having a baby is miracle for all women, but to attack a woman who has previously suffered a miscarriage for being happy and healthy, while carrying twins at 35 lets me know you are truly sick. Beyoncé and all women deserve to be happy about becoming a mother and they all deserve to feel like goddesses! GO FUCK YOURSELF IF YOU DON’T THINK SO!
Warnings: Dean gets hurt, pregnant reader. Tooth-rotting fluff
A/n: Written for @deals-with-demons 200 follower challenge! This was the first challenge I’ve participated in so I’m really excited! This is such a fluffy fic. Seriously I think this is the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written in my life, I’m such an angsty person so… I apologize if this is terrible.
You’d finally had
enough, this was the last straw. You paced around Bobby’s kitchen, where you
have been and would continue to be cooped up while your husband and
brother-in-law grounded you from hunting until further notice, leaving you to
FBI and research duty. They said it was only until everything was safe, which…
meant you would be here forever. Not that you didn’t love Bobby, but with your
condition you’ve been even more grouchy than him lately.
The current reason for
your ire was standing in the doorway leading to the living room, and he
couldn’t figure out why you were so angry. You finally shouted, “How about you
leave me the fudge alone!”
Your husband put a
hand to his forehead. “Oh I’m having flashbacks.” Dean shuddered a bit before
coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you. “When are you gonna stop
being mad at me?”
“When you replace the
apple pie and vanilla bean ice cream you inhaled after I’d told you that I’ve
been craving it.” You turned around in his arms and glared into his eyes. “Your
son isn’t making me crave anything weird, the least you can do is not eat his
“Okay babe, I know you’re mad. And I understand, - I do -
but…” Dean furrowed his eyebrows. “Why are you censoring yourself with
pagan god-approved curse words? Our bun is still in the oven, she can’t hear your dirty girl mouth.”
You smacked his chest and smirked up at him. He began to sway
you both back and forth in the middle of the kitchen. “Actually Winchester, he can hear us talking just fine at this
stage. But that’s not why I’m watching my language.”
Grinning, he said, “Oh
really? Well you wanna share with the rest of the class, sweetheart?”
You shrugged. “Just
trying to kick the habit of using the fuck word,” your hand covered his mouth
when he opened it to interrupt you, “among other bad language words. The last
thing I want is for our son’s first words to be ‘Son of a bitch!’” He chuckled
and tried to spin you. “You know there isn’t any music playing, right?”
He shrugged. “So?
Pretend we’re that couple from that sappy movie you roped me into watching that
Dean pulled you back
to his chest and began to hum a song you didn’t recognize. “You mean The-“
His lips were on yours
instantly. “Just shut up and dance with me.”
You laughed. “You just
don’t want to admit that you actually liked-“
“Dammit Dean!” Bobby
helped Sam guide Dean as best he could into the house and onto the couch. “What
the hell happened!”
Dean coughed when he
tried to laugh lightly. “You cussed… sweetheart.”
“If you weren’t
possibly dying, I might kill you Dean.” You told Sam to get the first aid kit,
whiskey, and some towels. “What happened, Bobby!”
“Honey it was
something unheard of. No one could have figured out it was two wendigos, they
just don’t pair up like that.” He sighed, putting more pressure to the claw
marks on Dean’s chest. “Your idiot husband got cocky.”
You were worrying over
Dean when Sam came back with Cas in tow. “Even better than a first aid kit.”
Dean groaned. “Can I
still have the whiskey?” The light from Cas’s grace brightened the room. You
moved and wrapped your arms tightly around Dean’s neck, his hand went to the
back of your head to pull you closer. He kissed your head. “I’m okay,
sweetheart.” He looked up at Cas. “Thanks for saving my ass… Again.”
He nodded to his
friend. “Dean you were very lucky…. Let us hope that your daughter is not as
foolish,” the angel muttered.
Your head whipped over
to face him. “Say that again Cas?”
He was confused before
it dawned on him. “You didn’t know… I apologize-“
Instantly you were
hugging him. “Don’t you dare apologize. It’s a girl… You’re sure?”
“Well yes, I’m more
than fairly certain.” He smiled softly and reached out to your growing bump. “She
is… content. I would say happy, but she does not yet know such a feeling.”
You cleared your
throat to help keep yourself together, but the tears in your eyes gave you
away. “Thank you, Cas.”
He smiled at you and
then at Dean. “Congratulations. I am happy for the two of you.” The fluttering
of his wings indicated the angel’s departure.
Sam hugged his
brother, patting him on the back. He looked at him for a moment before grinning
widely. “We were right!”
Bobby just shook his
head. “Idjits.” He gave you a one-armed hug. “I’m happy for you, honey. I know
you were banking on a boy but… Hell I’m getting a granddaughter! I don’t even
care that it means the tweedles were right.”
“Can I tell you a
secret?” You whispered. “Me either.” You laughed and he bid you all goodnight.
Sam hugged you and
told you congratulations before going upstairs for a shower, and finally you
and Dean were alone. “Hi…”
He sat on the couch
and pulled you into his lap, kissing you fiercely. “Hi,” he said deeply.
“You feeling okay,
“I’m so much more than
okay right now. I’m fan-fudging-tastic.” He smirked at you.
You laid your head on
his chest, soothed by his heart beating. “I hate how much I worry about you,
and Sam. Especially now that I can’t be there to watch your backs… I know Bobby
is more than capable, but-“
“It’s not the same.”
He finished for you. “I get it, sweetheart. Ever since we first met and you
told me you ‘Worked solo, because I don’t need any pretty boy hunters thinking
they can boss me around.’”
You chuckled. “You
remember what you said to me?”
He nodded. “’You think
You smiled and kissed
his jaw. “Prettiest damn hunter there is.”
“Do you even own a
mirror?” He scoffed.
You kissed his jaw
before falling into a comfortable silence. After a while you said, “I love you,
He kissed your head.
“I love you too, Y/n Winchester.” His hand went to your belly. “And I love our
tiny bean too. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was a boy or girl, I just want
her to be safe and happy…” His voice trailed off as his mind wandered.
You knew he was
worrying himself about how to protect the both of you. The only conclusion he
could ever think of was to get out of the life, but trouble always followed the
Winchester name, and you’d be back to square one.
You leaned up to kiss
his lips. “Come back to me, Dean. We’ll worry about it another day.”
He sighed. “Okay.”
“So…” You grinned,
trying to lighten the mood. “Since we know it’s a girl, I was thinking about
the name Ally-“
“If you finish that
sentence, I’m breaking every copy of that movie I see from here on out.”
Congratulations to Queen Bey and Jay Z! The couple will welcome twins in September and we’re guessing the pregnancy cravings are likely in full force. People Magazine reported Spaghetti with Fresh Tomato Sauce & Basil is Beyoncé’s favorite pasta dish—so, enjoy in honor of Bey tonight.
Original request from @fandom-rpblog: Hey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.
Note: So by the time I got halfway through this part I decided to go a whole other route in the story so I think it is fair to say that this is now going to be full of a lot of angst but fluff too! <3 I will still be including everything from the request so I hope the wonderful follower who asked for it enoys this part as well.
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Violence, language, and angst.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3
“Why did you
put yourself in danger to help me back there?”
You had only
just walked back into your apartment when he voiced the question so your
breathlessness from the previous events was still very much apparent as you collapsed
face down onto your sofa.
even know your name and yet you almost got shot by those cops.”
groan escaped you, muffled by the soft cushions your face was currently buried
in, how was this guy not even breaking a damn sweat? Rather reluctantly you
shifted your head so that you could now see him but your body didn’t move
“My name is
[y/n] and I could ask you the same thing you know. You don’t know me and yet
you put yourself between me and those bullets when you could have just left me
difference is that you are an innocent civilian. I am not. I am a monster, have
been for decades.”
Can I request a scoups fic based of Somebody To You by the Vamps?! <3
hi! sorry for the late reply but here it is!
thank you for sending this in :)!
also omfg i love the vamps and Somebody To You was one of the first songs I heard from them
Title: All I Wanna Be (Is Somebody To You)
used to wanna be,
like there’s only me,
now i spend my time,
‘bout to get you off my mind, (yeah, you!)
should get a girlfriend,” Jeonghan waves a hand in the air, “Or
like a boyfriend, I don’t know, whatever,”. He glances at
Seungcheol, who lay sprawled on the mat, with his sunglasses perched
on the tip of his nose. “You’re beginning to become a hobo, my
friend,” Jeonghan sighed, pushing the sunglasses so that it sat
right on the bridge of Seungcheol’s nose, “A hobo with a house,”.
turned away lazily from his friend, and the sunglasses fell off from
his face, and onto the sand. He felt a light breeze caress his
exposed arms, felt his toes dig into rough grains of sand as he
stretched his legs out, the mat just enough for only his upper half.
If he curled up just right, he might be able to get his toes right at
the hem of the end of the mat. “And how would getting a significant
other relieve me of my hobo – ness, exactly?” Seungcheol
questions, eyes fluttering shut. The warmness of the sun was just
right, not too hot, and he basked in it. It wasn’t every day you got
such nice weather like today. He could hear the waves crashing
against the shore, the sound of children squealing as they splashed
water at each other and the soft murmurings of people holding
conversations with one another.
don’t know,” Jeonghan replies, “When you find someone you love
you start living. For them and for yourself. I don’t know,”.
what about y/n? You’ve been hanging out with her quite alot recently.
You can’t tell me you don’t have at least a little feelings for
Seungcheol felt his neck warm at the mention of your name. He let out
a grumble, burying his face into the mat, and wincing at the rough
texture that scratched his smooth skin . “I don’t know,” He
mumbles into the mat, and he’s not quite sure if his friend can hear
him. He had met you three years ago, a whole cliche meeting with you
bumping into him, and promptly spilling coffee all over his new
tuxedo while he was on his way to a friend’s wedding.
you offered to make it up to him, passed him a piece of paper with
your number written on it, all flustered and apologetic. And
normally, Seungcheol wouldn’t have called. He didn’t mind, didn’t
need you to make it up to him, but as he sat at the edge of
his bed, staring down at the crumpled piece of paper with your number
on it, he caved in, and called. Ever since then, the both of you
started hanging out more. At first, it was always Seungcheol, then
you warmed up to him, considering him as a friend, and over time, the
both of you just started hanging around each other like as if you had
been doing it your whole lives.
had complained that one time that Seungcheol didn’t spend as much
time with him as he did with y/n.
don’t know?” Jeonghan’s voice is tinted with tease, “You mean
there’s at least like, 50% chance that you do?”. Groaning,
Seungcheol flipped onto the other side to face his friend, “It’s
complicated. I mean, what are the chances that someone like her is
gonna accept someone like me, anyways?”.
guys are friends,”.
mean, more than that,”.
you do want to be more than friends,”.
tosses an arm over his eyes, mostly just to cover up his face and the
fact that it had gone red. “I don’t know,”.
at me now
even talk, still stuttering
ground of mine keeps shaking,
that’s all,” Seungcheol gave a polite smile to the waitress as he
folded his arms. He was with you at one of those fancy restaurants,
only because it was Valentine’s day and according to the both of you:
both single so we should go as like friends,” You said as
Seungcheol draped his jacket over you, before shoving his hands into
his pockets. “Valentine’s day for friends, to celebrate the deep
deep love they have for each other,” Seungcheol hummed, “You mean
like that?”. He doesn’t notice the way you have to duck your head
to hide your face. “Yeah, you’re catching on,” You let out a
nervous laugh. Seungcheol cocked his head to the right, before
shrugging, “It’s an idea,”)
you and your girlfriend like a cake?” The waitress points her
neatly manicured finger to a picture of a cake, wrapped with red
fondant and shaped in a heart. “It’s only here for one day, but we
make it every year during Valentine’s day,”.
parted his lips to open, but at the mention ‘girlfriend’ he found his
throat go dry. It was a stupid reaction of him, but he couldn’t help
it when his heart almost flopped out of his chest at the mere
mention. “No – I – uh,” He gestured to you, blinking more
times than needed. “She’s not my uh – you see -” He tried, and
failed miserably to form a coherent sentence. The waitress smile fell
slightly as she stared at him in confusion.
he thinks, Now she thinks I’m a nutcase.
thanks,” He manages out eventually. He glances over to you, to see
your face slightly pink as you add on, “Yeah, we- we’re just
waitress’ eyes widened and she started shaking her hands from side to
a side, “Oh! No, sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed,” Then in a
rush, “Do enjoy your meals!”. The minute she scurried off,
Seungcheol exhaled deeply, and stopped short when you started
bursting out into giggles. “What?” He pouts. “Sorry,” You
grin, “It’s just – What was that?
I’ve never seen you stutter so much before. I should’ve filmed it,”.
found his face flush in embarassment, but he scoffed to hide it. “I
was caught off guard, that’s all,”.
Never thought of me as someone who could be your girlfriend?” Your
tone is teasing, but if Seungcheol looks hard enough, he can see a
glimmer of serious curiosity behind your orbs. Not very sure how to
reply, Seungcheol shrugs, “You were pretty flustered too
watches as you lay back in your seat until your back hit the chair,
“Well,” You begin, drumming your fingers on the table, “We’re
around all these couples and stuff, it’s making me feel abit… I
don’t know, awkward? Like imagine going to a celebration for pregnant
mothers, and you’re just like, one lone single guy there. That kind
of feeling,”. Seungcheol understands what you were trying to say,
but even then, he snorts. “That
a bizarre example,”.
lift your hands up in the air dismissively, before putting them back
down again. “One
day,” You say, “One day, we’ll become those pregnant mothers
makes a face and you burst out laughing, “Can’t you just say one
day we’ll have someone too?”.
i wanna be
i ever wanna be,
somebody to you
wrong with you?” Seungcheol found himself biting out. He couldn’t
hold it back in any longer. Ever since Seungcheol
started hanging out with Jeonghan’s good friend, Sunmi, you started
to get itchy. Usually, you wouldn’t mind when he hung out with other
girls, so this was a first. It’d been going on for a few weeks now,
possibly even a month, Seungcheol couldn’t remember.
he knew was that he missed having you around, missed having you
around without trying to bite his head off and avoiding him like the
plague. He couldn’t understand why. And sometimes, he’d avoid you
too, just when his feelings got too overwhelming, and he needed a
break. Repressing emotions were never healthy, after all, and for a
long time… Well, Seungcheol’s been repressing… alot… of
emotions for you.
course it’s something wrong with me,”
You accused, “And not you, right?”.
felt his jaw go slightly slack, “That’s not what I meant!” He
spluttered, and you scoff, folding your arms tightly across your
chest before leaning back onto the white walls. “Yeah? Then what is
maybe it’s just me, but I can’t seem to understand you these few
days,”. You interuppted, and Seungcheol felt his face flare red
was trying to say – what’s wrong with us?
God damn it, you think it’s been hard for you with-” He gestured
wildly between the both of you, “With whatever this is
that has been going on? It’s been hard for me too!”.
feeling of guilt pricks his heart as he watches your eyes flash with
surprise and hurt. “And -”
He continues, wanting so much to let his feelings out and yet at the
same time struggling to keep the lid on, “And – you keep avoiding
me, why is that?”.
avoid me too!”
You throw your hands out at this, an expression of slight disbelief
and a tint of anger crossing your face.
couldn’t stop himself. The words flowed out faster than he could
control and by the time he registered what he had said, it was too
late. “Maybe it’s because I like you! That’s why!”. He stares in
horror as your eyes go wide and you blink at him, without saying a
word. Damn it, Choi Seungcheol! He
clenches his fists instinctively, then decides that… since he’s
already in the deep end, he might as well continue.
liked you, okay? For a long time now. And well, it’s hard because
I’ve always wanted to be somebody to you, but I don’t know how. And
well, also because I thought you’d forever see me as a best friend,
okay? I’ve been avoiding you in hopes the feelings would go away, but
it won’t,” He parts his lips to want to say somemore, but all that
comes out is a strangled noise. He doesn’t know what to say next. “It
just won’t, y/n,”.
– you’ve always been somebody to me,” You say slowly, choosing
each and every one of your words carefully.
finds himself letting out a strained laugh, “Just never in the way
I wanted to,”. “Wrong,” You retort instantly, and Seungcheol
feels his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “What do you-”.
always meant something more, okay?” You were closer to him now, but
you ducked your head, not able to meet his gaze. When you slightly
look up to catch a look at Seungcheol’s expression, you find yourself
letting out a frustrated sigh when all you get back is a pure baffled
look plastered onto his handsome features. “Yah! Seungcheol! Do I
have to spell it out for you?”.
He breathes, then a teasing smile tugs at the corner of his lips,
“Yeah, I think I do,”.
smart enough, I don’t have to,” You protest when you realize what
he was trying to do. He’s closed the gap between you two now, and
you’re 100% sure he can see the growing blush on your cheeks. You
slowly feel his arms wrap themselves around your waist, and
instinctively, you find your hands reaching up to play at the back of
okay,” He whispers then, eyes glowing with so much affection that
it almost makes you lose your breath, “I can say it again…
like you, y/n. A lot, and… well, I’m just happy right now, but…
it’s sort of missing something, don’t you think? ” He tilts his
head to the side playfully, allowing his fringe to flop over his
forehead in a messy wave.