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Jason Statham & Rosie Huntington-Whiteley at the ‘Fate of the Furious’ premiere in New York at Radio City Music Hall.

“We are incredibly grateful that our family will be growing by two, and we thank you for your well wishes. - The Carters”

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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!

Fan-fudging-tastic

Prompt: “How about you leave me the fudge alone!”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1177

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. 

Originally posted by soluscheese

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 fudging pie!”

“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 one day.”

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-“

“Y/n!”


“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!”

“I know!”

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, sweetheart?”

“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 I’m pretty?’

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, Dean Winchester.”

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. 

Spaghetti with Fresh Tomato Sauce & Basil

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Irina Shayk and Bradley Cooper welcome their first child! Irina gave birth two weeks ago and the couple kept it a secret. No news on the name or sex of the baby yet.

You Saved Me - Part 2

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

Words: 2,347

Warnings: Violence, language, and angst.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4(End)

TWO YEARS AGO.

“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.

“I don’t even know your name and yet you almost got shot by those cops.”

An exhausted 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 another inch.

“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 there.”

“The difference is that you are an innocent civilian. I am not. I am a monster, have been for decades.”

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anonymous asked:

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)

Originally posted by letmebangteen

i used to wanna be,

living like there’s only me,

but now i spend my time,

thinking ‘bout to get you off my mind, (yeah, you!)


“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,”.


Seungcheol 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.


“I don’t know,” Jeonghan replies, “When you find someone you love you start living. For them and for yourself. I don’t know,”.


Seungcheol doesn’t respond.


“Besides 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 her,”.


Embarrassingly, 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.


Then 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.


Jeonghan had complained that one time that Seungcheol didn’t spend as much time with him as he did with y/n.


“You 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?”.


“You guys are friends,”.


“I mean, more than that,”.


“So you do want to be more than friends,”.


Seungcheol 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,”.



Look at me now

I’m falling,

Can’t even talk, still stuttering

This ground of mine keeps shaking,


“And 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:


(“We’re 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,”)


“Would 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,”.

Seungcheol 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.


Great, he thinks, Now she thinks I’m a nutcase.


“No 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 friends,”.


The 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,”.


Seungcheol found his face flush in embarassment, but he scoffed to hide it. “I was caught off guard, that’s all,”.


“Why? 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 yourself,”.


He 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 is a bizarre example,”.


You 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 too,”.


Seungcheol makes a face and you burst out laughing, “Can’t you just say one day we’ll have someone too?”.


“Same thing,”.



all i wanna be

all i ever wanna be,

is somebody to you


“What’s 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.


All 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.


“Of course it’s something wrong with me,” You accused, “And not you, right?”.


Seungcheol 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 it?”.


“I-”.


“Look, 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 with anger.


“I 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!”.


A 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?”.


You avoid me too!” You throw your hands out at this, an expression of slight disbelief and a tint of anger crossing your face.


Seungcheol 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.


“I’ve 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,”.


“But – you’ve always been somebody to me,” You say slowly, choosing each and every one of your words carefully.


Seungcheol 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-”.


“You’ve 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?”.


“Yeah,” He breathes, then a teasing smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Yeah, I think I do,”.


“You’re 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 his nape.


“That’s okay,” He whispers then, eyes glowing with so much affection that it almost makes you lose your breath, “I can say it again…


I 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.


You pull away slightly, “What?”.


“This,”.


And with that, he leans in to kiss you.