My Blood Is Really Not Your Color

A/N- The next part of Long Lost Sister. I recommend reading the rest of the series.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their little sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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Y/N had figured out that she was unconscious and in the hospital. She vaguely remembered being attack by the werewolf during a hunt gone wrong. She was slipping in and out of it, dreaming one minute and being able to hear the activity going on in her room around her the next.

She heard the doctor saying something, but she couldn’t make it out. She felt herself slipping out of it again, back to the dream world. This time she was sitting in a booth at the Midnight Diner. The Midnight Diner had been her and Adam’s favorite place back home in Minnesota, they loved to come here on the few nights Mom had off from the graveyard shift.

It looked the same as it always had. Same terrible gaudy green booth benches, the wall clock forever frozen at two o’clock and the same old crowd of regulars chattering away. It was only a dream, but it felt surreal to be back here, she hadn’t set foot in here since her mom and Adam died.

It would be a lie to say she hadn’t dreamed about it before, but they usually turned out to be nightmares. The diner abandoned and empty, a reminder that the life she once lead was long gone and never coming back. This one seemed to be turning out alright, just like she always remembered, except-


Y/N’s head whipped around, she’d recognize that voice anywhere, “Adam.”

There he was. Her twin brother. Standing right behind her, it was only a dream, but Y/N hadn’t seen him this clearly in years.

“Adam!” She threw herself up and into his arms. The siblings stood there hugging each other for minutes, enjoying the feeling of holding each other again. Adam held her at arm’s length and Y/N wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Look at you. Little worse for wear, aren’t we?” Y/N let out a small laugh, simply happy to be here with him, even if he gave her a hard time. The siblings slipped into the booth and Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off her brother. He smiled at her and she couldn’t help, but smile back, the first real one in weeks.

“God I miss you Adam.”

“I miss you too kiddo.” She rolled her eyes at him, he was only two minutes older than her. “You’ve been hunting.”

It was more a statement than a question and Y/N fidgeted under his gaze, “Maybe.”

Adam quirked an eyebrow at her, “Little dangerous don’t you think? Chasing after monsters, good way to get yourself killed.”

“I’m fine, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’ve been doing this for a while.”

“Perfectly capable huh? Yeah, that explains why you almost died in the back seat of Dad’s damn car.”

“Technically it’s Dean’s now,” Y/N mumbled under her breath. He fixed her with a pointed look, not caring who exactly owned the car now. She was aware that Adam wouldn’t approve of her hunting. Being crazy overprotective was one of the few similarities between him, Sam and Dean.


“I know, I know, you don’t approve. Well good thing I don’t answer to you then.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. Things could have gone a lot worse than they did yesterday. If it weren’t for Sam and Dean you’d be dead right now,” Y/N looked down at her hands. Adam sighed. “I’m sorry, I just, nothing turned out the way it should have. I mean, I should be in med school right now, Mom should be alive, and she should still be blissfully unaware of what hides in the dark. God, our lives got so screwed up.”

Y/N snorted, “You’re telling me. I just want to go back to the good old days when it was just us, the two of us against the world. When the biggest thing we worried about was if you were going to burn dinner that night, not what monster was in town. I preferred thinking Dad was a dead beat, rather than knowing the truth.”

Adam flashed her the signature Winchester bitch face, “You were known to burn dinner too.”

“But not as much as you,” she teased. Y/N eased back into her seat, basking in the familiarity of it all.

Adam’s smiled turned serious and he leaned forward on the table, “Just try and be more careful, okay?”

Y/N nodded, “I will. Not going to lie, it scared the hell out of me too. I really thought I was going to die in Sam’s arms in the backseat of that car.”

“Speaking of, what are you planning to do about him and Dean?”

“Well I guess I need to save them for saving my life.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Manners, remember?” Adam fixed her a look and she looked down, picking at her nails. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do about them. I don’t trust them and I haven’t forgiven them.”

“You need to.” Y/N’s head snapped up.

“What? I mean… I don’t understand.” How could Adam of all people tell her to forgive them?

“You should give them a chance. Don’t hate them forever on my behalf. I’ve forgiven them and so should you.”

“Adam,” she tried to keep her voice level, she didn’t want to ruin it all by yelling at him. “They left you, in the cage, with Michael and Lucifer.”

“Trust me, I’m very much aware. They didn’t treat me very well, there is no denying it, but I think they feel guilty enough about it without you adding to it. They love you a lot. Plus, it’ll make me feel better to know that you’re not all alone, that somebody is watching my little sister’s back.”

Y/N shock her head, this wasn’t real, “This is my subconscious talking, not you. This isn’t real, this isn’t you. You’re still in the cage.”

“Very true unfortunately, but this is what you know I would say to you if I could.”

Y/N felt herself slowly waking from the dream. Adam and the diner were starting to fade away. It was just a dream, but she wanted to stay here longer, she wasn’t done talking to her brother.

“Forgive them Y/N, if you won’t do it for yourself do it for me. Don’t hate them in my name. Promise me you’ll try.”

“I promise.”

The diner and Adam completely disappeared and darkness came again. She could vaguely hear the beeping of a heart monitor going on around her and a quiet voice speaking, “When you wake up things are going to be different. They’re going to be better. Sam and I, we have a lot to make up for and that’s going to start the second you open those eyes. I’m not going to take this second chance for granted. We have so much to catch up on still. So much I still want to learn about you. Hell, I don’t even know color eyes you have.”

Dean’s voice faded out and silence overtook the room, but only briefly before Sam started to speak, “We love ya sis and we can’t wait to talk about everything and start earning your trust back. We know we messed up and don’t blame you for being mad at us. We’ve messed up in the past. We’ve made some major mistakes and quite often, but we’re not going to let history repeat itself. We won’t make the same mistakes we made with Adam, with you. We love you kid.”

Her brothers sounded so broken and scared, like they really cared. Y/N felt someone holding her hand and she tried to stretch her fingers out, to move her hand and let them know she heard them.

“Y/N?” An excited voice asked. Good, maybe it was working.

“What’s going on?” Y/N heard what sounded like Sam ask.

“Her hand moved,” she must be holding Dean’s hand then.

“Seriously? We should go get a doctor.” Y/N tried to squeeze Dean’s hand again, “Y/N? Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered opened and she blinked up to see her brothers crowded over her, worried looks on their faces, “Y/N?”

She coughed and both brothers reached out, desperate to help her. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and rough, “Sammy, my blood is really not your color.”

Genuine laughter filled the room with the siblings for the first time in weeks.

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hopefully this hasn't been asked but the mods favorite villain/s and why?

i like all of the villains but himiko will always have a special place in my heart for being the only female villain so far. -mod bakugou

Dabi and Stain are cool guys b/c they’ve got conviction. Shigaraki scares the hell out of me. Himiko too -Mod Jirou

i love overhaul (unfortunately) and shigaraki; their designs and quirks heavily contribute to this dklhsgkdh but i like shigaraki’s creepiness and willingness to grow (albeit in the wrong direction) and overhaul’s aeshetic and chill (/no chill) is just. cool. ,, i like dabi and magne, too. EDIT: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TWICE THANKS MOD NEJIRE -mod todoroki

Dabi (bc of The Theory), Himiko (PLOT RELEVANCEEE), Twice (i sympathize with him; he has a place in my heart), Stain (brought up the gray morality of the bnha universe), and Shigaraki (i have an inkling as to his backstory and it’s sad tbh) are my faves, but i love them all to an extent as characters. They all have motivations and aren’t evil for the sake of the protags having someone to fight.   –mod nejire

The Goose Parade

Originally posted by woodsia76

Characters and Pairings: Scotty x Reader

Prompt: This video. I’d recommend watching it first for full effect; it’s only about 30 seconds. But if you can’t, I’ve described it in the story as well.

Summary: Set the morning after “Dreams.” You remember your first date with Scotty and realize that he’s always been afraid of geese. 

Word count: 2093

Triggers: call a dentist, you might get a cavity from all the cotton candy fluff; if you are afraid of geese, be warned

A/N: Thank you @impalaanddemons for the inspiration. This goose fear headcanon I’ve got going on will NEVER go away. I will continue to think of ludicrous ways to scare Scotty with geese and geese analogs.

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book pairings:Adrian Ivashkov and Sydney Sage
from Bloodlines by Richelle Mead

No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her—but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because, well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… Like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.

Survive the Night

Sitting back in your chair, you were just finishing the books for the month for your dad. Looking at the picture on the corner of your desk you smile at the family portrait.

Nero, your little brother and you, the three amegigos. Putting the picture down, your phone vibrates. Pulling your phone out of your purse, you smile at the text from your boyfriend Happy.

You hadn’t told your dad about the two of you yet, he was over protective of you. You were pretty sure he’d flip out when you finally do tell him. You and Happy had been together for almost a year.

Sending Happy a text back, you let him know that your leaving Diosa right now. Shoving your phone back in your purse you never make it out the door.


Nero and the rest of the club comes flying into Diosa among the carnage. The rooms are littered with dead bodies of the girls that work there and clients.

They stare in disbelief, knowing the Chinese are to blame. Knowing that there is going to be retribution.

Happy comes storming into the building. “(Y/N)!”

Nero grabs him, giving him a shake. “She’s not here. Why are you yelling for my daughter?”

Happy clinched his saw. “She was working late, getting the books done.”

Nero took off for the office, yelling his daughter’s name.


You lay curled up under your desk shaking, afraid to move, afraid to breathe. Thinking that you heard your name being called, you thought about moving from your hiding spot. Fear kept you, where you were.

Hearing the door open, you held your breath. Glass crunched under footsteps, the chair moved back.

Your heart started beating out of control, then you saw your dad’s face. He pulled you our from your hiding spot.

He wraps you in a hug, you hear him thanking God for sparing you. He releases you, looking over you see Happy coming through the door. Moving slowly towards him, he meets you half way. Pulling you into his arms, kissing you.

“I love you. You scared the hell out of me!”

“I love you too!”

“It’s about damn time, you two come clean and stop sneaking around!”

You turn around looking at your dad. He walks over hugging you both, giving his approval. Some how you’d survived the night to be with the ones you loved.

First “I Love You.”

Prompt: can I request an imagine where the reader is dating liam for a while now and they have a little argument about something stupid and while fighting one of them says ‘i love you’ for the first time? just really cute and fluffy pls – anon

Author’s Note: Hi! So sorry it took me so long, and I’m sorry it’s shorter than what I normally write. Life got in the way and it took me a bit to figure things out. I really hope you enjoy this and that it’s what you’re looking for.

Thanks for reading and for requesting!

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First “I Love You.”

(Y/N) sat on her front porch steps, shaking her leg nervously as she checked her phone for the millionth time in the last half hour. Still nothing. She sighed as she tightened her leather jacket around her as the cool wind blew through. Liam was late… again. Now, here she was sitting on her front porch steps, again, all dolled up with nowhere to go.

This time it was worse, though. He didn’t even bother to call or text her to tell her he was going to be late. Not one single lame excuse like all the other times.

He said tonight was supposed to be special in order to make up for all of his recent screw ups. And despite all of those recent screw ups, she was finally going to tell him something she’s been holding in for quite some time. Now it was all ruined.

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My dear @bringmesomepie56, I love you. I hope you like this one! *hides face*

You try to play it cool.

Try your damn best to not give into the sexy temptation that was Dean Winchester. You were supposed to be mad at him. He was being a complete ass to you and for no reason at that.

But that was your relationship, right?

it’s what made you…you.

But you can’t take it anymore. 

“Hey, why don’t you just relax for a moment. We’re not lost,” says Dean, rolling his eyes. 

You scoff. “Right. We’re not lost. We wanted to lose the track and we meant to wander the creepy ass woods until nightfall.” You sigh and lean against a tree, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “Sam’s gonna be pissed if we’re not back in the motel in time.”

Dean mimics your actions and leans against a tree across from you. “Oh come on, Y/N. It’s not so bad. You have me.”

“Is that supposed to be comforting, Winchester?” you quip, arching an eyebrow at him. “Because it’s totally not.”

Dean chuckles. “It is a bit chilly. You might need someone to wrap their arms around you.” He winks at you. 

You sigh. “Well, let me know when you find one, yeah?”



“Did I do something to piss you off?”

You blink and look up into those mesmerizing green eyes. “What?”

Dean sighs again. “You’ve been acting…different lately. I mean, I know we argue like an old married couple but-”

You snort. “You got that right.”

But…” he says, raising his voice slightly. “You’ve got to give me more than that. Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “Not really, no.”

A click of the tongue and Dean is right in front of you. His green eyes are boring into yours and you let out a dramatic sigh. You really didn’t want to have this “heart-to-heart” moment in the middle of the damn forest. 

Especially with Dean Winchester.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” he mutters. “Don’t back out on me now.”

You stare up at him, the sound of his voice, almost pleadingly, making your heart stutter. 

Could you really have the courage to tell him how you feel? What if he laughed at you? Or worse. What if he didn’t feel the same? You didn’t take rejection very well and you didn’t know how you’d feel if Dean turned you down.

But one look into his eyes and you opened yourself up. Literally.

“Because I’m in love with you and it’s scaring the hell out of me,” you breathe out, your heart racing.

Dean’s eyes widen but he says nothing. So you continue.

“It scares me that every time you look at me, my heart beats a million beats a second. It scares me that every time you brush your hand against mine, all I want is for you to wrap your arms around me and hold me close. Because I feel safe. I feel fucking safe when I’m with you Dean Winchester. And that scares me more than anything in the world. Because I love you. Because I’m in love with you. And I’m fucking scared right now because I just said all of this and you might not feel the same and-”

Your words are cut off by Dean’s lips on yours. His hand wraps around the back of your neck, holding you in place, while his other hand goes up to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. 

He moves his mouth with yours, his tongue darting out and swiping gently across your lower lip, begging for permission. You oblige and moan into his mouth when you feel his tongue brush against yours. 

Your arms wound themselves around his neck and you pull him close, getting into the moment, getting lost into everything that was Dean Winchester. 

You didn’t care that it was just an ‘in-the-moment’ type of thing. All that matters is that you’re with him right now and this was happening.

Dean breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, a breathless laugh escaping his lips. “Ditto,” he whispers. 

You blink. “What?”

Dean smiles that knee-weakening smile you grew to love so much. “Ditto,” he repeats himself before kissing you again. “It scares the hell out of me, too. This…feeling that I have for you, it scares the hell out of me. But knowing what I know now,” he smiles. “I’m not so scared anymore.”

You smile and bring his lips back down to yours.

“Ditto,” you whisper against his lips before claiming them once more.

No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat compartmentalized world of order, logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me - this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her - but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because…well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to because something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like…like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.”
“And I know, Sage. I know how you guys feel about us. I’m not stupid, and believe me I’ve tried to get you out of my head. But there isn’t enough liquor or art or any other distraction in the world to do it. I had to stop going to Wolfe’s because it was too hard being that close to you, even if it was all just pretend fighting. I couldn’t stand the touching. It was agonizing because it meant something to me - and I knew it meant nothing to you. I kept telling myself to stay away altogether, and then I’d find excuses…like the car…anything to be around you again. Hayden was an asshole, but at least as long as you were involved with him, I had a reason to keep my distance.
—  Adrian Ivashkov, The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead
HTGAWM 2x05 Coda

“Okay, what is going on?” Oliver demands as soon as the door has closed. “You say you might be going to jail. What is happening right now?”


“No, seriously, what is going on? What are you keeping from me?” 

“I can’t tell you.” Connor wrings his hands and he tries to make eye contact but fails. “I… I don’t want to do anything that might make you liable for any of my mistakes. I can’t bring you in to this, Ollie…”

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When I told you that it will be okay for me if you choose to walk away and leave me like nothing had happened between us with no hard feelings, the truth is I lied. The truth is I really never wanted you to go. The truth is I am so scared of that one day I will actually have to wake up with no you in my life. I am so scared that the meaning of us will turn into memories. I don’t want you to be a memory. I want you for real. I want you to stay to where you are in my life now because I really allotted that special space for you. You became so important to me that the least thing I will ever choose is to forget you but what happened? I choose to let you go even if it is hurting me like hell, or I dunno, the pain is unbearable that I couldn’t describe or rate how intense and how hard it was for me to endure it. When things get blurry between us, when you started ignoring me, when you suddenly cut off our communication without even explaining why, I’m as scared as a lost puppy. I don’t know where to go. I can’t seem to move forward and accept the changes. Just a thought of losing you scares the hell out of me. You’re too important. When happen that you will go and leave me, a part of me leaves too. What would you expect after that? That I can be whole again? No. I know there will be a gaping hole inside of me if that will happen. Yes, I can live without you but for me, it is not actually living but surviving. I know I can’t be selfish when it comes to you that’s why when you asked me to let you go, I immediately said yes without even showing you the evidence of my hesitation. But if only I had the power to keep you forever in my life then I will but I know reality won’t allow me to. Well, people in our life is either destined to stay or destined to just be a passer-by. And you know what? I’m still praying so hard, overcoming all the fears, that you’re not the latter kind one.

klarolinekolvina  asked:

Happy Tumblr birthday. 🎂🎉🎁 02: “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.” Klaus and Caroline

“I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.”

AN: Thank you, lovely :)

So I’ve been listening to “In My Veins“ a LOT lately and this happened. Hope you like!

A strained gasp cut through the bedroom as she woke. Klaus’ warm body enveloped her from head to toe and naturally, his eyes opened up immediately at the faintest sign of her distress.

And now they were carefully scanning every inch of her, surely registering her deer-caught-in-the-headlights look.

This was not going according to plan.

But to be honest, falling in love with a 1000-year old hybrid had never been on Caroline’s to-do list.

That bastard had kind of sneaked up on her.

At first, it had been a “coincidental” (yeah, because she believed that) meeting here or there, a bottle of champagne, a tour of his favourite museum.

Then a phone call and a week-long sex marathon ending in a trashed hotel room,

An invite to see New Orleans that had been extended to 2-month vacation.

Vacation that had turned into living together.

Which left her here, with words threatening to spill out of her mouth and drawing her out of sleep.

“Caroline?” Concern laced his tone as his hands examined her body inch by inch. He looked almost boyish, with messy curls that had been mussed by her fingers, one loose strand falling over his forehead.

“How do you say it?” she wondered while her fingers latched onto the single curl on its own accord, her eyes silently assuring Klaus she was fine.

She might have said it before but not like this. Not to him.

Lover. Murderer. Friend.

It would be no coming back from this, no running away.

How do you say it?

You were unexpected.

You’re the taste I feel on my tongue when I think of forever.

You’re the blood that runs through my veins.

“What’s wrong, love?” he prodded, knowing something was off. He always knew.

“Nothing’s wrong.” She leaned into his touch as his hand cupped her cheek.

A slow gulp. Scrape of teeth against her lower lip. A deep breath.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Caroline spluttered and his caress stilled, lack of movement burning her even more than the graze of his skin against her own. “And that scares the hell out of me,” she added quietly, her eyes meeting his.

Klaus seemed stunned for a moment and when his hand moved again, bringing her face closer, she could feel the slightest tremor in his muscles. And then his eyes flashed with gold, his gaze both euphoric and dark while his lips curved in the most subtle smile.

“Good,” he uttered simply before burying his face in the crook of her neck, mouth nuzzling her ear.

“It scares the hell out of me, too.” The words simmered against her skin.

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So when I was planning to audition for winter guard, I started practicing outside on campus about every other day. I usually practiced in this huge open area in front of the library. One day, I was still learning how to toss a single, and I just kept dropping the flag over and over.
And someone– they scared the hell out of me, too– called over, “You know, the 30th time’s the charm.” So I saw this random guy walking up to me, and I was just thinking, Oh, I didn’t know I was being watched. Great.
Then he introduced himself as David and asked me if I was in a guard. I explained that I was planning to audition, and he told me that was awesome and wished me good luck.
I saw him only once every two weeks or so, but whenever he saw me, he would always ask how winter guard was going.
Then the weather got horrible and coursework tripled and I couldn’t practice outside as often as before. I didn’t see him for about three weeks.
And then one day I got a request on Facebook from someone named David who attended Hendrix College. I went ahead and accepted it. A couple days later, David messaged me. He asked how guard was going (I had gotten contracted at that point, so I told him that). Then he asked me if I would be willing to get coffee with him on Sunday night, and I agreed.
Coffee went well, and we talked the entire time. We found out we have a lot of things in common (our interest in music, for example) as well as some differences (history major, music major), but mostly we just enjoyed each other’s company. We agreed that we should go on another date.
Fast forward to Thursday. He took me out to dinner at this adorable little Italian restaurant. Again, we chatted the entire time. We spent a little time together afterwards, I got to meet one of his roommates, and he walked me back to my room.
Friday, he invited me over to his apartment to hang out for a while. Just before we left (he was going to walk me back to my room again), he asked me if I would be his girlfriend. And of course, I said yes.
And we never would have met if it wasn’t for winter guard.