crushes of the decade

I Though I Was Coming With a Flu [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader, Sam, Dr. Blaze (OC)

word count: 2k

Warnings: Bit of angst, fluff, lots of it, unexpected pregnancy!!!

A/N: This is and old story among the firsts pices of SPN fanfiction I ever wrote and posted on Tumblr. Since my brain haven’t been helpful with me and the new stories I have in mind I decided to edit this one. I was about to change the ending a bit, but fuck it. I like it, even if it is dull… Oh, and I’m tagging people.

Anyways this is prompt: ‘The reader was told she was infertile by her doctor a long time ago. She finds out he was wrong when she realizes she’s pregnant… with Dean’s baby.    From “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts” that I don’t remember who it was from because I deleted the original post, so sorry!! 

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Originally posted by out-in-the-open

I Thought I Was Coming With a Flu

The cold water felt wonderful against your hot, flushed face, soothing the feverish sensation. You delicately patted the droplets off of your sensitive skin with a soft fluffy towel. Observing in detail your reflection in the mirror, you didn’t recognize the person looking back at you anymore.

Dark circles around your eyes,cheeks shrunk to half it’s normal size- displaying the cheekbones through thin, pale skin - It’s been, what two, three weeks since you started to feel sick… you didn’t keep count anymore. Your neck looked longer and thinner, not to mention that you’d lost at least 20 lb and all of your jeans were baggy now, even your sweats started to slide down your hip.

You carded your fingers through your dirty hair, moving  it to the side and contemplated your languid face once more before rinsing your mouth with the last of mouthwash; what was the point on brushing your teeth if you were going to throw up again in like 20 minutes?

You made your way down the hall to the kitchen, stopping once or twice to catch your breath; you couldn’t be off bed for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were going to faint. You finally reached your destination and laid against the doorframe, to regain your composure and were immediately greeted by the worried looks of the Winchester brothers.

“Morning to you too,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“Hi,” they said in the unison.

“Umm… Hun, you know it’s 5 in the afternoon, right?” Dean was getting up so you could seat on his place, even though there were a lot of empty chairs.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Well,I'm asking if in your roleswap au is Mars who stays in the frienzone bc Starla gives a chance to Oskar or something like that. Sorry for bad english.

Short answer: Yes, and like Star from canon, he only has himself to blame. 

In this au the crush’s from the canon universe are the ones with the crushes on the mains.(Jackie->Mars, Oskar->Starla) Roleswap!Oskar’s crush had been lingering for almost a decade. Relying too much on being ‘cool and mysterious’ instead of actually making a move. Well until Mars helps him…

There’s some mishaps but they eventually become boyfriend and girfriend. Oskar is infatuated with Starla, and she finds him cute. It’s not shown here, but Oskar keeps consulting Mars for advice on how to impress Starla. It becomes increasingly clear that the two don’t have much in common aside from a ‘rebel’ mindset and a passion for art.(even on the latter Starla’s actively working towards career in the future in a pretty sensible way, while Oskar ends up dropping out of High school.)  

Another problem is that Mars’ advice becomes more and more obvious that he’s projecting his own feelings for Starla onto Oskar. When Mars realizes this and/or it’s brought to his attention he becomes a wound up ball of conflicted emotions. Why should Starla leave Earth, and drop all her aspirations and dreams to live the stuffy royal life with him in some other dimension? Oskar’s his friend as well, and he spent so much time helping them hook-up. 

It’s pretty messed-up. As a consequence he ends up turning RS!Jackie down, but she helps him come to terms with being honest to himself and his friends. (of course before he goes back to his home dimension for the season 2 finale)

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13: Adrenaline

Request by @andhiseyesweregreen: Congrats on 4000 babe!!   My number is 13 and my sentence is “We push and pull like a magnet do.” 💗💗

Word Count: 1045

A/N: I changed the sentence a little just so I could work it in easier. I love Ed Sheeran, but the grammar in that sentence just doesn’t for anything other than a lyric. Also, Shape of You has a completely opposite feeling from Adrenaline, so this was super interesting to figure out :) And for this one I put it in season 11/12ish, but I’m still in denial that Ellen and Jo are really gone, so it’s kind of an AU because they’re definitely not dead! (The Roadhouse never burned down, Ash still sleeps on the pool tables, and hunters still stop by there all the time dammit!)

A/N.2: I just found out that this song features Trevor McNevan, who is the lead singer of Thousand Foot Krutch who is, like, one of my favorite bands? WHAT? How did I now know this? Two of my favorite bands have a song together and I’ve listened to it countless times, but I couldn’t figure it out? WHAT??

Song 13: Adrenaline by Nine Lashes

Ever since you met Sam Winchester, your life seemed to shift and it was like you couldn’t quite breathe right. The edges of each moment never quite aligned, and nothing you did seemed to get the pieces to lock into place.

You managed to escape from your family’s unglorified business of hunting monsters and killing the things that go bump in the night to study law at Stanford. Well, pre-law. You never quite made it into law school. Your brother ruined those plans when he got himself bitten by a vampire and your dad dragged you away from school to help hunt down your sibling and cut off his head.

But those few years as an undergrad in California had been like a dream. You met your first boyfriend during the first week as a freshman. Then, the next semester you met Sam in one of your classes. He had been single then, but you were still unavailable. By the time you wised up to your feelings for him and broke up with your boyfriend, he’d found Jess. And he was so happy that you couldn’t be a homewrecker. Then Jess died, Sam disappeared, and your father showed up a week later.

Those dream years at college just served to show you that you really were a hunter. You could pretend to be lawyer material all you liked, but your life wasn’t meant to be simple or serene. So you resumed hunting with your father.

Since then, you’d run into Sam Winchester a few times. Always when you had to get an early start the next day in order to meet your father for another hunt in a different state. So you only got to have a few drinks with Sam before calling it a night. Other times, he was the one who had to run. The business conference or meeting he’d been in town for was over and he had to catch an early flight the next day.

But you always seemed to find your way back together, if only for a few hours.

“Sam Winchester as I live and breathe,” you said, announcing your presence with a smile. He spun around in the barstool and a wide grin broke across his face.

“Y/N!” He unfolded his large body from the stool and gathered you into his arms, crushing you to his perfectly toned chest.

Laughing lightly, you wrapped your arms around him as well, enjoying the way his muscles moved under your arms. He may be a businessman who got lost, but he definitely could fit right in here at this typical hunter bar. “It’s been a few years. What the hell are you doing in an old dive bar in Nebraska?”

“What are you doing in an old dive bar in Nebraska?” He asked cautiously.

You glanced around the Roadhouse and tried to fit the pieces of this puzzle together. You knew that there was a simple explanation for this, but you didn’t want to believe it. You wanted to believe that Sam had a normal life. It was the only way for you to keep one toe in the simple, nine to five life you’d often imagined as a child.

“Sammy!” A man with a jawbone that could cut glass came sauntering over. “Ellen got us a case down in Florida. Whadaya think? Kill some monsters, hit the beach, hit on hot chicks in bikinis on the beach?”

Sam let out a sound between a sigh and a grunt and turned to you. “Y/N, this is my brother Dean. Dean, my friend from Stanford.”

A case? Kill some monsters?

“My God, we’re idiots,” you said, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Dean and a cocked head from Sam. Shaking your head quickly to clear it, you stretched out your hand to shake Dean’s. “Sorry. I mean it’s really nice to meet you, Dean. I’m Y/N and I just came from a hunt in Arizona that turned out to be some ancient spirit from central Africa.”

Slowly, you slid your eyes from Dean over to Sam, meeting his wide-eyed stare as he finished the puzzle in his mind. “Wait, you’re telling me that—“

“We’ve both been hiding that we’re hunters for years? Yeah.”

“So when you said you had to go get your dad out of a hairy situation three years ago—“

“Werewolf. And you weren’t kidding when you said you just got out of a meeting with the devil himself?”

At that, Sam laughed. “Not at all. And when I said I had to go run and make a deal with a demon or my boss would fire me…”

“My God, I am such an idiot. You weren’t even trying to hide it.”

Again, he laughed and even though over a decade had passed since you first started crushing on him, you still found your heart doing somersaults.

While Dean subtly excused himself and you and Sam sat down to catch up on the unabridged versions of your lives, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering. You and Sam push and pull like magnets do. Together, but never touching. Apart, but always on your mind. And there was always something in your way, some unseen force holding you back.

But there was nothing right now. Just the two of you. The both of you were confident in who you were. As you learned more about him, you could see your own past as a mirror image of his. Doubting if hunting was really the life for you. Wanting to make the world a better place by practicing law. Trying to get out. But then figuring out that this was where you belonged. The unspoken heroes.

Blood pounded through your veins as you built up the courage to say what you wanted. It was now or never. Time to take the chance.

“So, Sam. I have this hunt in Oregon. I was gonna ask Jo to be backup, but maybe… maybe you can come. It’ll be like old times. Late night study sessions in the library. Just higher stakes. More blood.”

He glanced over at his brother for a second, considering his options. Then a soft smile tweaked at his lips and you knew that you’d won. “When do we leave?”

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The Israeli excuse of ‘self-defense’ for all its crimes would not be able to stand so easily if it weren’t hidden that this is a colonial occupation. 
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Banana Pancakes / Steve x Reader

Originally posted by captainbootycall

Imagine (Steve x Reader)

Imagine that you are making breakfast for the team after a mission, and Steve comes in after working out, seeing you dancing in your pajamas.

Word count:2014

Read at your own risk.

- Written by Kat -


Music filled the kitchen of the Avenger’s tower. The night before the team had taken down another HYDRA base. Considering how tough a mission it had been, you decided to turn off all of their alarms and let them sleep in giving you time to make them all breakfast. It had worked too, everyone had stayed asleep long enough for you to get up early and start cooking, well it worked on all except one, who slipped out before even you woke up.

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Coming (leaving part two) : Lafayette x reader

Prompt : A part II with the pregnant reader would be amazing! The first part was so lovely, great job! (:

BTW : No the title of this is not an innuendo. 

TW : like one or two curse words



You had had some pretty sucky experiances in your life but this probably took the cake. Let’s review. Your husband had just left for the war, only for you to find out the next day that you were with child. 


You had known for a week or two now and it was eating you alive. You were too afriad to tell anyone especialy Lafayette, you didn’t know how he was going to react. You had always sort of talkes about kids, but never seriously, and now he was off at war. In short it could never work. 

You wrote and scrapped letter after letter confesing your secret to him, but none were sent. The fear of what he would say was probably more intense than the actual reaction but, the possabilities moment of his discovery was playing over and over in your mind. To your dismay the reaction was going to come sooner than you thought. 

“Amour, I’m home!,” an excited yet weary voice rang through your house. 

You froze in your tracks and looked down at your stomach. There was a visable bump on your stomach and you still hadn’t told him. He would be hurt at least, and infuriated at worst, but you knew you had to face him. There was no other way. 

“I’m coming love,” you shouted back, your voice practicly shaking. Your feet quaking with each step closer to him. 

You reached the living room and spotted his frame standing in front of the closed door. You immediatly rushed towards him and embraced him in bone crushing hug. The hug seemed to go on for decades but you didn’t care. That was at least until he held you out too look the women who held his heart, and he saw your face drop to the ground looking completley away from him, not being able to keep eye contact. 

“Oh, ma amour, are you…,” he dralled out. Your nod was all the conformation you needed, and he immediatly started to beam, his simle lighting up the entire room. And in the same moment he embraced you harder than before. You started to weep silently, tears of joy. He took notice and looked down at you with a concerned experisson to which you weepily responded, “I’m just so happy, I wasn’t sure how you would react, If you would be mad, at me. or hurt. I didn’t even know if you wanted kids or not,” you rambled on only to be stopped by a kiss being plastered on your lips. 

“I could never be mad and for the record, I love kids,” he responded still smiling brightly. 

“Not to ruin the mood, and not that I am not happy but, why are you here,” you asked renewing your confidence with everyword. 

“There was a break in the war, and I wanted to suprise you. But you suprised me more I think, and I couldnt be happier,” 

Haiti had the only real revolution against slavery in the Americas (Brazil did but they failed) and then the World Powers crushed the country with interventions, backed coups, and debt lasting decades.

Hopeful Romantic (Part Two)

Summary: High school AU where you and Steve Rogers are neighbors. He has feelings for you, but you like someone else. That places a little damper on Steve’s hopes of being with you, but he’s not surrendering just yet.

Word Count: 1515

Warnings: None. 

Part One

A/N: Tagging @shelvesandwhelves and @shamvictoria11 per request. I hope you guys like the update! The song inspiration behind this particular chapter is “Only In Dreams” by Weezer. 

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You and Steve hung out in your living room after school to work on a project for your creative writing class. The premise of the project was to create a piece of artwork based on a story of your choice. You chose the book Everything, Everything by Nicole Yoon while Steve decided to base his artwork on J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. While you thought your drawing was pretty good, it was nothing compared to Steve’s realistic depiction of Holden Caulfield. You couldn’t help but feel envious of his art skills.

“My drawing looks like shit compared to yours,” you grumbled as Steve chuckled, gazing over at your artwork.

“Your artwork is beautiful,” he praised as you rolled your eyes at him, mumbling that he was a liar before going back to your work again. However, Steve continued to watch you as his curious mind was itching to ask you a question. “Hey (Y/N)?”

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