you were about to burn

.

I do feel bad for plants in general.
Like, I know they are often as vicious as animals in many ways, just slower.
But, I mean, they just show up and they’re like, “I Think I Will Evolve To Eat The Sun And Also Make Oxygen And How Now Is All This.”
And, like, everything fucking dies at first (totally not plants fault, btw. okay maybe it was but they didn’t mean to) but then new things evolve.
And they’re like, “Fuck it, eating each other suuuucks. Let’s eat the plants which give us life.”
And so we start doing that.
And plants are all, “Oh Dear No, I Do Not Care At All For Being Eaten. I Will Make Myself Into Poison Sometimes.”
But, y'know, stuff kept eating plants anyway so plants, ever the bro, came up with a new idea. “I Have Made A Decision About Being Eaten And You May Eat Me Friends And Here Is An Especially Tasty Bit Packed All Full of Delicious Sugars Which I Have Produced At Great Cost (What They Do Not Know Is That My Seeds Are Within And Shall Be Propagated Near And Far By Their Dung)“
But that’s not good enough for animals, no, not at all.
We love the fuck out of some pomegranates but also alliums which are like, "I Have Not Decided To Go In For This Being Eaten Business. I Shall Be Very Foul Tasting And Also A Poison.”
But no, sorry, onions, you fucked up.
You accidentally wound up with a species that just doesn’t give up or fully comprehend the idea of things tasting “”‘bad’“’ or other concepts like not eating poison. (Sorry, plants, later we turn some of you who are not poison into a poison we consume recreationally. We really enjoy eating poison.) 
Legit, alliums are deadly to, like, every other species.
And we call them aromatics and throw them in everything.
Peppers are the best, though.
They completely got on the being eaten train.
BUT ONLY BIRDS
Peppers are like, "You May Eat Me, Fair Avian, For You Are Sure To Spread Me A Great Distance. But, Mammal, Take HEED. Should You Eat Me Then I Will Burn You Most Terribly.”
And we were all about that.
“The FUCK, burning? I love pain,” said humans, presumably.
“You know, peppers, you and evolution have done a good job at burning us but I am pretty sure we could make your chemical agony even more potent. Come hang with us,” humans added to a very confused pepper just before creating the ghost chili.

Pokemon Asks: TMs (ORAS)

TM01:Hone Claws - What is one sure fire way to pick a fight with you?
TM02:Dragon Claw - What kind of mythical beast would you want to be?
TM03:Psyshock - Share one thing you enjoyed that you didn’t expect to.
TM04:Calm Mind - What relaxes you?
TM05:Roar - Name something that scares you.
TM06:Toxic - How does someone get on your bad side?
TM07:Hail - What bad habits do you have?
TM08:Bulk Up - What would you like to be able to improve about yourself?
TM09:Venoshock - Talk about what can ruin your day.
TM10:Hidden Power - Share some hidden talents.
TM11:Sunny Day - What improves you day?
TM12:Taunt - Share some trash talk/pick a fight with someone.
TM13:Ice Beam - Name something that makes you cry.
TM14:Blizzard - How do you react to being angry?
TM15:Hyper Beam - What is something you’ve gone overboard with?
TM16:Light Screen - What do you want to protect?
TM17:Protect - Share what you’d give your life for.
TM18:Rain Dance - Do you believe in luck?
TM19:Roost - Where do you feel safe?
TM20:Safeguard - Are you superstitious? 
TM21:Frustration - How do you process or work through your emotions?
TM22:Solar Beam - Do you have any aggressive traits?
TM23:Smack Down - Are you quick to anger?
TM24:Thunderbolt - What do you think is unavoidable in your life?
TM25:Thunder - Share something shocking that happened to you.
TM26:Earthquake - Talk about a very emotional experience you’ve had.
TM27:Return - What bad habits do you have?
TM28:Dig - Do you tend to avoid responsibility?
TM29:Psychic - Do you believe in fate?
TM30:Shadow Ball - List some things you consider scary.
TM31:Brick Break - How do you think you’ve improved?
TM32:Double Team - What do you think are some of your good points?
TM33:Reflect - Do you treat others how they treat you?
TM34:Sludge Wave - Do you suffer from any physical ailments?
TM35:Flamethrower - How do you exact your revenge?
TM36:Sludge Bomb - What insults do you use when pushed too far?
TM37:Sandstorm - Name some pet peeves.
TM38:Fire Blast - What is something others do that bothers you?
TM39:Rock Tomb - What do you do when someone backs you into a corner?
TM40:Aerial Ace - What kind of skills do you have?
TM41:Torment - Do you ever feel guilty about your choices?
TM42:Facade - Have you ever pretended to be something you are not?
TM43:Flame Charge - Are you prone to being reckless?
TM44:Rest - Can you sleep easy at night?
TM45:Attract - How can someone get your attention?
TM46:Thief - What do you envy of others?
TM47:Low Sweep - Are you willing to use underhanded tactics?
TM48:Round - How do you handle betrayal?
TM49:Echoed Voice - Do you talk to yourself?
TM50:Overheat - What does it take to get you flustered?
TM51:Steel Wing - What do you do to express your gratitude?
TM52:Focus Blast - How well do you focus on tasks?
TM53:Energy Ball - What gets you pumped up?
TM54:False Swipe - Share some moments when you were merciful.
TM55:Scald - Name an instance you were burned by someone.
TM56:Fling - What are you careless about?
TM57:Charge Beam - Are you tactical or impulsive?
TM58:Sky Drop - When have you let someone down?
TM59:Incinerate - What have you done in anger that you regret?
TM60:Quash - What sort of goals do you have?
TM61:Will-O-Wisp - Who seems out of your reach?
TM62:Acrobatics - Do you have trouble saying no to others?
TM63:Embargo - What can you not go without in your life?
TM64:Explosion - Do you have a temper?
TM65:Shadow Claw - Do you tell lies?
TM66:Payback - Is there anything someone might take revenge on you for?
TM67:Retaliate - Can you forgive and forget?
TM68:Giga Impact - Share something that changed your outlook on life.
TM69:Rock Polish - What do you like to do in quiet moments?
TM70:Flash - What do you find disorienting?
TM71:Stone Edge - Would you be willing to surrender?
TM72:Volt Switch - Do you have any advice to share?
TM73:Thunder Wave - When have you been unable to act out of fear?
TM74:Gyro Ball - How do you handle failure?
TM75:Swords Dance - When you gain the upper hand do you gloat?
TM76:Struggle Bug - Are you inclined to avoid hard work?
TM77:Psych Up - Name a popular trend you fell into.
TM78:Bulldoze - Do you have social grace?
TM79:Frost Breath - What do you do when you give the cold shoulder?
TM80:Rock Slide - Share an accident you had that had consequences.
TM81:X-Scissor - How do you handle success?
TM82:Dragon Tail - Name something you thought you’d lost that you hadn’t?
TM83:Infestation - List some things that frustrate you.
TM84:Poison Jab - What do you do when slighted? 
TM85:Dream Eater - What fears do you worry will become reality?
TM86:Grass Knot - Share some obstacles you’ve overcome.
TM87:Swagger - What do you do when your pride is wounded?
TM88:Sleep Talk - What do you dream about?
TM89:U-Turn - How do you get out things you don’t want to do?
TM90:Substitute - What bores you?
TM91:Flash Cannon - What fantastic things you believe in?
TM92:Trick Room - Are you a gambler?
TM93:Wild Charge - Do you consider the consequences before acting?
TM94:Secret Power - What do others look for from you?
TM95: Snarl - What do you hate to be told?
TM96:Nature Power - Which weaknesses do you hate?
TM97:Dark Pulse - Name some childhood fears.
TM98:Power-Up Punch - What do you fight for?
TM99:Dazzling Gleam - What amazes you?
TM100:Confide - Who do you trust?

You Absolute Dip -- Steve Harrington

Written by @rune-of-a-writer

Request: “can you do an imagine where steve has liked reader for a while but hasnt told her so, then when in his fight with billy she jumps on billys back to get him to stop hitting steve. then when they all go in the tunnels to burn it he confesses to her”

Warnings: Violence. Cussing.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve had liked you for a while, but there had never been a good chance to tell you. But now, seeing you on top of Billy Hargrove’s back like some kind of bull rider, now seems like his only chance.

Words: 2,225

Listen To: Nervous (Acoustic Version) by Gavin James

Gif Creds: @stevrogers

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If it had been literally anyone else in RWBY, the fandom would be completely understanding towards them. If it were anyone else who mourned Pyrrha’s death because she was their closest friend, but continued to train to be stronger long afterwards, incorporated her circlet and armor into their weapons to make sure she was still fighting alongside the team, got angry at learning that Qrow essentially pressured her into a life-threatening, socially isolating decision while she was already so lonely, they would have understood, they’d have taken pity on what they were going through.

But no, because it’s Jaune Arc, a completely understandable reaction to the death of his closest friend, coupled with survivor loss, is called “manpain” and “wangst.”

It’s a Start

Prompt request: Can I request one where Tony Stark has a little sister who’s very sweet to people and believes in second chances? Loki and Bucky are still trying to adjust to being at the tower but she goes out of her way to show them kindness and include them in things. They become an inseparable trio. It annoys Tony so she gets her guys to tease him with her cause he’s ‘jealous he isn’t allowed in their club

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki, Bucky, Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam WIlson

Warnings: cursing, rude comments, Tony’s kind of a jerk

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to write! It was definitely one of the more complex stories, so I wanted to make sure I got it right (hopefully I did). This is my first Loki fanfic, so feedback is always appreciated! Requests and tags are open! As always, thanks for reading!


You plopped your bags on the tiled kitchen floor and sighed as you stretched your sore arm muscles. “Thanks again for letting me stay here, Tony,” you said, turning around to face your brother.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied, placing your last two bags on the floor. He kissed your forehead and wrapped you up in a hug. “You’re always welcome here.”  

You were living in the Avengers Tower for the summer with your older brother, Tony Stark. Okay, so he wasn’t actually your biological brother. In fact, he wasn’t even a brother by marriage. You were Pepper’s seventeen year-old sister, and even though she and Tony broke up more than a year ago, he never stopped loving you like his own sibling. He would still cheer you on at your soccer games, take you to the movies, and just spend time with you. You had been living with Pepper to claim residency in New York to get a cheaper tuition rate at your first-choice college. When Pepper got called away on a job for the summer, it made sense that you would stay with Tony.

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I really give credit to those who change for the better, who realize their own negative or toxic way of thinking has prevented themselves from moving forward or has prevented others from realizing their own potentials. True confidence does not come from knocking down other people but by encouraging those people to strive to be better.

No matter what happened in the past, you can change. You can improve. You can be better than the person you were yesterday and you can make a difference in your life. The ball is in your court.

And remember your dreams are valid; don’t make anyone feel they have the right to keep you from soaring too high into the sun.

It’s your flight, if they were so concerned about you getting burned they would have giving you sun block before you ventured out into the unknown. Only insecure people will try to clip your wings, before you even had the chance to know how far you could fly.

—  Joanna Strafford
Ten Years (Part 7)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,212 (excluding flashback)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations

A/N: Tags are closed. Cue the drama. PS - some of your comments on the last chapter had me screeching, I love ‘em!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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Twenty Questions

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking. Somewhere between angsty and fluffy and with mentions of smut.

Summary: With a broken team, and a broken heart, Tony Stark has no one else to rely on but (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a long time friend that has endured and coped with him more times than any friend would. Upon drinks, sad movies and a harmless 20 Questions game, the most hidden feelings arise.

A/N: I like this a lot. Bear it with me.


Originally posted by unchartedghoul

If you said you weren’t surprised by the message you got that morning, you’d be a fucking liar. You were indeed surprised, and with good reason. You hadn’t seen Tony Stark in a year or two, only quick texting once or twice a week just to catch up on your lives, but now he was inviting you to his place to watch a movie, “for old times’ sake”.

Movies with him never ended up well, or at least, they didn’t use to. Sex is all there was in a movie night with him; well, sex and guilt. You were head over heels for such a long time that you couldn’t even recall the moment when you first started to feel that, but now you had grown up, and you were more or less sure that your feelings were a mature thing that could be controlled.

You waited in the elevator the excruciating moments before getting to where he needed you. FRIDAY, his artificial assistant was very kind to tell you that he was eager to see you; you too were eager, but still very afraid of what was going to happen next.

Poison blasted from the speakers, and you were suddenly taken ages back, when you two were at his place, drinking and laughing and then… going at it. You couldn’t help but smiling at the memory, and when you saw Tony looking at you, your heart just stopped.  He had not change a thing, and if anything, he was even more handsome than you remembered.

“What a sight for sore eyes are you.” He smiled as he took the long distance to hug you so tight that he could’ve broken your bones.

“You’re so full of shit.”

The drinks started to come up and the saddest movie you had ever seen showed up on the huge TV he owned. You two stayed in silence for a while, really taking into every detail of the movie. You were not used to watch these kind of movies with him, let alone watch any movie. You two invented Netflix and chill before there was any Netflix whatsoever. That until he recommended a Twenty Questions game. You started.

“Question number one. How are you?” You asked.

“Fucked. My friends are gone, my ex-girlfriend doesn’t want me and she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. One of my best friends is on a fucking wheelchair and everything has just gone to shit.”

“That’s just sad.” You shook your head.

“Number two, did you miss me?” He gave you a half smile.

“Can’t say I didn’t.” You shrugged innocently.

And as the movie went on, and the bottles of beer emptied, you two had gained more and more false confidence to ask each other the most inappropriate questions that your drunken minds could possible think of. But things started to get very awkward and you completely lost the focus on the movie.

“Question number ten,” he took the beer to his lips and sipped from it, “what is it that you think I should know right now?”

“You just don’t know how to love, Stark.” You sighed, keeping your eyes on the screen, trying hard not to look at him, because if you did, you’d surely tell him everything in your mind. “You destroy everything you love. So that’s why I’m sure you don’t love me enough.”

“Not true.” He retorted, pausing the movie.

“It is. I would never be like Pep because our friendship is always coming and going. I mean… you tore her apart man. I don’t wanna be mean, but you gotta admit it… You had everything in your hands to not fuck shit up and… you did. You went along this destructive path as you have always done.”

“What do you mean?” Tony asked.

“After what happened in New York, you told me Pepper wanted you to slow down with the avenging life, right?” He nodded. “That she wanted to have a more or less normal relationship with an abnormal man like yourself, right?” He nodded again. “Well, what did you do? Destroyed a bunch of suits just to build more. Or at least enhance the one you’d stay with and blow up an entire city.”

“I don’t get the point.”

“She gave you the chance to stop this madness, and you didn’t. And once you were a hundred times more PSTD fucked up, you tried to amend your relationship but she was done with it. Tony, it’s your fault that she’s gone.”

“Thank you,” Tony huffed, “silly me for wanted to have some Netflix and chill with you.”

“You can’t possibly think that you can bribe me into a good movie and a pity fuck afterwards.” You laughed, placing a hand on your chest. “I would have fallen for that three years ago. Tony, I got older and I have a little self-respect now.”

“You would’ve?” He asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. It took you a second to realize what you had said.

“I would.” Oh fuck it. Good thing you were old enough now to be able to talk about your still burning feelings in a way more civilized and controlled way. “I like you Tony, my passion for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns… and yes I took that from a cartoon, but it ain’t that wrong.” Tony fell speechless, and you called it your cue to break the news down to him. Years of friendship would be probably be ruined, but fuck it, you were going big and probably going home after this. “Remember when we were fuck buddies? Well, it all went to shit for me, because we knew each other so damn well and sex was like the next step for us and I always thought you’d end up feeling the same thing for me but apparently you did not.” You rolled your eyes. “And it’s totally fine! Don’t get me wrong. This friendship we have is probably ruined because I never told you this until now and because I started acting weird after I got the feelings, but you have your fair share too, I mean… you could’ve asked what happened, and you never did. And I’m sorry… I’m gonna have to go.”

You were getting ready to leave, you had even taken your bag from the countertop and your jacket from the hanger next to the door, and as they opened for you, Tony started running behind you to grab your arm and make you turn around.

“Question number eleven, was any of this true?” You nodded a silent response. “Twelve, why didn’t you say anything?”

“It had no use.” You shook your head. “You were head over heels for Pepper.” You shrugged. “Can I go? I really wanna go home.”

“(Y/N), you dropped this bomb and you want to go home without any further explanation? Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“What’s the use of even explaining you now?” You asked in exhaustion. “You’re still in love with Pepper and I’m gonna die alone! So what?”

“Thirteen, do you still like me?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Fourteen, did you ever feel something for me?”

“Yes. I did.” He sighed. “Fifteen, what do we do now?”

“I have no fucking clue.” Your bottom lip trembled, he was getting closer and your knees started to weaken. “Sixteen…” you paused, “do you know?”

“No.” Tony shook his head and cupped your face; his breath brushed your lips, and as you held on to his wrists, you tried to have as much from him as possible. The way his body tensed at your touch, his hitching breathing and his crazy heartbeat were signals, but you were not sure if those were the right ones.

“Seventeen. When did you feel something for me?” Your voice was a barely audible whisper now.

“It has been like an on and off thing… Before we even were fuck buddies I felt something for you, and then Pepper came, and well, I’ve missed you…”

“So now I’m like your second choice?”

“Never.” You tried to escape, but your hands were glued to his arms and he was not letting you go either. Even though his grip was strong, his hands were tender, and they felt soft against your skin. You longed for this contact, it had been a while since you two saw each other. “(Y/N), you were never a second choice or a consolation prize. You wanna know why I haven’t hurt you?”

“Why?”

“Because I care.”

“Eighteen. Why do you care?”

“You’ve been with me through thick and thin, (Y/N).” His hands moved from your face to your shaky shoulders, trying to stop you. “You’re the oldest friend I have and god knows you’re the best. Nineteen, do you want to jump with me?”

“I do…” You sighed, moving your hands to his chest. “Twenty…” you bit your bottom lip, “do you love me?” He nodded a silent response.

“I’m gonna ask another one. Twenty one, can I kiss you again? I… I don’t wanna let you go, (Y/N). Never again.”

You didn’t reply, but you pulled him closer to you. His lips were almost afraid of touching yours, and his hands were even more nervous as they sneaked down your torso and to your waist. You held on to him like never before in your life; you wanted to have him again, you wanted him to be yours and no one else’s. You wanted all the things that harmed him to disappear while he was in your arms.

He was broken, torn and mentally fucked up, but you were strong enough to love him because you had loved him all your life. He was the one who kept you up at night, and you didn’t care if he was going to keep you up at night due to his terrible PSTD; you’d be there for him because you wanted him to be less miserable. You wanted to make him less miserable.

“We already had the Netflix part… can we go chill right now?” He breathed against your lips, slowly roaming up his hands from under your shirt. “For old times’ sake?” He helped you wrap your legs around his waist, holding you effortlessly as he had always done. “Is this a yes?”

“This is a ‘you better treat me right, Stark’” You pressed your forehead against his and stayed there a minute, caressing his hair and smiling like an idiot. This was everything you ever wanted, and the jump even though seemed like jumping from the top of the Stark Tower, you were more than willing to do it.

There were no more questions that night.

*markiplier starts playing oneshot*

me *kneels and fold my hands* Dear father in heaven please dont let the millions of people seeing the videos hate on it by saying it’s an Undertale clone, because it’s a beautiful, clever game in it’s own right made by incredibly talented, clever, artistic people, and the original version that changed my fucking life came out in 2014

Even though it nearly drowned us in angst, we have to appreciate how healthy that conversation actually was.

“I swear to you, I wanted to tell you, I tried. And then you found that ring and I just couldn’t bear to ruin that happiness.” 

~ he doesn’t dance around it, goes right for the truth, explains the situation and why he chose to act the way he did; that it was coming from a place of love.

“How could you do this?” 

~ she asks with shock, and hurt. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about at first - he thinks she’s talking about killing her grandpa but what she’s really talking about is burning his own memories. The way she says it with a hint of concern, like even though she’s mad, she’s hurting for him because if he’s gonna resort to such drastic measures, this must be eating him up inside.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question, and all I can say is that I was a broken man for a very long time and I did horrendous things..” 

~ THIS! LINE! IS! SO! IMPORTANT! Because he was a broken man and the fact that he recognizes that his deeds were horrendous proves how much he’s changed. And the fact that he’s sharing with her that he knows he was broken - ugh. Beautiful. 

“I’m not talking about that I’m talking about this. You were about to burn your own memories why would you do that?” 

~ Here the concern for him is even more prominent in her tone. It almost sounds like she’s going to cry. She’s so concerned that he was going to burn some part of his past, because she loves every part of him, including his wrongdoings. 

“Because I was ashamed, Emma. And scared losing you and everything that matters to me.” 

~ She is everything to him. He is terrified of losing her. Do I even need to say more like omg.

“You really think that would happen after everything we’ve been through?” 

~ this is her having 100% confidence in what they have. They have made it through darkness and DEATH, and that proved to her that together they can do anything. She’s surprised and hurt that he doesn’t feel the same way. Why doesn’t he? is what she’s she’s wondering.

“How am I supposed to sit across from your mother and father at the table and look them in the eye after what I’ve done?” 

~ He’s letting her know how guilty he feels. How he’s terrified he’ll be rejected. They’re just laying all their feelings on the table and it’s so healthy I can’t even 

“I’m not saying it would be easy. You know them, you know they would forgive you, that’s who they are.” 

~ She’s validating his feelings, saying yes, it will be a big hurdle. But then she also reassures him that he is loved so much but not just her, and that nothing he does or says will get him kicked out of their lives. Ever. 

“This isn’t just about them, this is about me. I already destroyed my own family once and that was hard enough but knowing that I destroyed yours too, I just…I didn’t know how I could live with that.” 

~ YESSSSSS Killian. This is about you. And that is perfectly okay like it is 1000000% okay for you to worry about yourself instead of everyone else (including Emma) for once. You need to heal and this is the way to start, by telling the woman that you love that this is how you feel and where your head is at. Good job precious pirate good job! 

“You come to me Hook, and you lean on me, and you trust ME!” 

~ Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh the knife-in-the-gut line. The most beautiful line in my opinion. Cause it came from the mouth of Emma Swan, who spent her life leaning on no one. Who, after Neal, had a necklace that she wore to remind her never to trust ANYONE. And now she has a life partner that she trusts so completely and has leaned on countless, countless times (When she was watching her mother die, when she almost froze to death, when she was confused about Lily, when she was mad at her parents, all throughout Camelot, when she admitted she wanted a future but was scared, when she was in the underworld and had a scary vision, like a million bazillion times she’s gone to him and leaned on him) and now all she wants is to return the favour for him. And frankly she’s devastated that he doesn’t feel like he can lean on her. Like he is my rock, why aren’t I his? is what is going through her mind. ASDFGHJKL.

“We have to stop hiding things from each other.” 

~ She doesn’t just blame him, she knows she’s hid things from him before too and might some day do it again. They both need to stop in order for this to work.

“The man I fell in love with would know that. You would know that we would do things together.” 

~ Telling him that this together thing all originated from him. She fell in love with him because he earned her trust, but never took the lead from her; they always worked together as a team. Together. And all she wants is for them to be doing that now (and for the rest of their lives)

“Emma–” 

~ the way he splutters it. He’s so in love with her and wants to kiss her for saying these soulful things. She’s opening up to him and pouring out her soul and telling him she loves him in a poetic, wordy way, which is NOT her specialty. But at the same time his heart is aching. He’s done the last thing he wants to do in life. He’s hurt her. Fuck. 

“That is what I agreed to marry. That is what I thought we were together.”

 ~ Again, emphasis on the together, two halves of a whole. And telling him the reason she wanted to marry him so badly - because she feels safe with him. She can trust him. She can lean on him. And she thought she was that for him, too. And if she’s not? Well, they need to fix that before they can move forward.

“Until you’re ready for that..” *removes ring* “Then we can talk.” 

~ A bit of tough love, but it’s for his own good. She is NOT rejecting him or breaking up with him or some bullshit like that. Their love means more than that. She’s just telling him “Hey. I love you. And I am so, so ready to marry you. But I want our engagement to be happy and pure. And it is anything but happy and pure right now. So until we figure this out, take this back. And work through your feelings. And if you need me, I will be right here.” 

Like. GUYS. I am NOT here for angst but I am SO HERE FOR THIS PORTRAYAL OF WHAT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP SHOULD BE LIKE. 

SIGN. ME. UP. 

✧    THE   VAMPIRE   DIARIES   PROMPTS   !   (  PART   I  .   )

*  A MIXTURE OF TVD  S1  - S2 PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
  • You left that girl alive tonight. That was very careless of you..
  • I promised you an eternity of misery, so I’m just keeping my word..
  • But wherever you go, people die..
  • I live in the real world where vampires burn in the sun.
  • Are these bites going to turn me into a vampire?
  • I like being the eternal stud.
  • You have a lot more insults in you, I can tell.
  • Everything you know, and every belief that you have, is about to change.
  • I’m getting really bored and really impatient, and I don’t do bored and impatient.
  • How many more animal attacks is this town gonna believe, huh?
  • I’ve been in love. It’s painful, pointless, and overrated.
  • Tip for later - be careful who you invite in the house.
  • I promise I will keep your secret, but…I can’t be with you.
  • It’s so not what you’re craving, but it’ll do in a pinch.
  • Our values and our actions, they define who we are.
  • How can you be so arrogant and glib after everything that you’ve done?
  • This daylight thing is a bitch! I need more blood!
  • Well, your life was pathetic; your afterlife doesn’t have to be.
  • You confuse me for someone with remorse..
  • Why does everybody have to die on me?
  • Uh, have you met you? You’re not a nice person.
  • After a century, I finally realized death means nothing without you.
  • I couldn’t miss your hundredth and…whatever birthday.
  • You saved my life - I’m sparing yours. We’re even.
  • It’s not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bunk cake and a handbook.
  • You promise not to do that mind-control-thing with me?
  • Vampires can’t procreate. But we love to try.
  • It’s not like we all hang out at the ‘vamp bar and grill’.
  • You know…you were there in the road, all ‘damsel in distress’-like. ‘
  • You just found out that your boyfriend is a vampire.
  • Now you remember that. Because it’s never happening again.
  • If I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it.
  • What if your blood hasn’t passed out of her system?!
  • You went in there not knowing if you could come back out?
  • Is that a vampire thing? 'Cause I read vampires don’t like running water.
  • First rule about vampires: don’t believe anything you read. 
  • So you want a pity turn? I don’t think so.
  • You should turn me 'cause I don’t have anything else.
  • Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night.
  • Can you just not joke around for two seconds?
  • We’ll just add it to the growing list of how everything’s falling apart.
  • Please dance with your alcoholic vampire boyfriend.
  • You know this vampire problem is real, right? It’s a potential bloodbath.
  • Do you wanna hear the bad news, or the really bad news?
  • I wanted to feed on him, and it took everything inside of me not to do it.
  • I have this hunger inside of me that I’ve never… I’ve never felt before in my entire life
  • Does that mean you’re okay, now, with all the cravings?
  • You were playing house with half of a tomb of really pissed-off vampires..
  • I’m talking about the fact that you’re a closet blood junkie.
  • There’s that switch - sometimes it goes off and you snap…
  • If you’re just gonna mock me, could you move along, please? ‘
  • He has a fridge, full of stolen blood bank contraband, in the house.
  • Normal to a vampire is drinking human blood, but he’s spent all this time fighting it.
  • I wanted to drain every ounce of blood from that girl’s body.
  • I like being a living dead person.
  • So either kill me or compel me, because I don’t believe it.
  • I’m a vampire. What’s your excuse?
  • Come on, don’t pout about it. We got a body to bury.
  • Why are you looking at him with your serious vampire look?
  • What do you know about werewolves?
  • You knew that they were going to burn the vampires in the church?
  • So, can you like do a hocus-pocus to ace a test?
  • That werewolf road leads straight to vampire boulevard!
  • It must be painful to desiccate and mummify. I can’t even imagine.
  • Torture me, keep me captive, drain me of blood until my body turns to dust. 
  • We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time.
  • You know, if you wanna see me naked all you have to do is ask.
  • What is up with that family? They’re not vampires, what the hell are they?
  • I’m just happy that’s a, uh– a blood bag and not a sorority girl supplying your dinner.
  • At least if you’re a vampire, you don’t have to feel bad about it if you don’t want to.
BTS - Hyung Line (Pt. 1) Reaction/Scenario to their S/O being Distant and Sneaky

*(because they are secretly planning a surprise for them)* 

Namjoon

He would think to himself that there was nothing going on but deep down he was still worried. He knew you would never cheat on him, he trusted you, that much he can say but he still had no idea why you were being distant and somewhat sneaky these past few days. He tried not to think too much into it but he couldn’t help it, you were never someone who was distant or kept what you were thinking to yourself. You told him everything, that’s how your relationship was, you both shared everything and never kept secrets so when you started being sneaky about where you were going or just being distant in general he would be on edge. Fridays were your day where you both went out together, wherever you both wanted to go whether a date or to the movies, it was a routine. So when you told him that you couldn’t make it because you had other plans he knew something was definitely up because both you and him never missed a Friday. He couldn’t take this curiosity anymore and before you could walk away from him he grabbed the sleeve of your shirt pulling you back to him. “What’s really going on y/n?”. Feeling like a helpless deer caught in headlights you gulped trying to blurt out about the surprise you and the other members were planning for his birthday in a couple of weeks. You were terrible at keeping secrets so keeping this from Namjoon was eating you alive. His eyes were burning holes straight through your forehead and you knew you were about to crash and burn. Without thinking twice you spilled everything and as soon as it was all out you slapped your hand over your mouth knowing the other members were going to kill you for spoiling the surprise. But it was too late, he knew and he was smiling his dimples on full display, he seems over joyed,  I mean the surprise was supposed to make him happy but he looked ecstatic. "It’s not that big Joonie"

“I’m just glad it’s this that’s the reason you’re being sneaky and not anything else”

Originally posted by rapnamu

Seokjin 

You were late, for the fifth time in a row. Normally, Jin would try to be considerate of your feelings and not bring up your persistent tardiness nowadays, but 5 times in a row was asking too much of him. Jin was just as, if not more busy as you were, but he still found and fought for the time that the both of you would spend together.  Why was it so hard for you to leave early some days to spend some quality time with him? Did you not like spending time with him anymore? Or was it that some one else at your work managed to catch your eyes right under his attention? ‘Forget it’ he thought, completely put off by your attitude. He was in the midst of getting up when you came bursting through the cafe’s entrance, trickles of sweat lightly lining your hair line, a strange package in your hand. Jin took no notice of it as he prepared to tell you off for your lateness. You greeted him energetically, not sensing the foul mood he was in, or should he say, you created. His lack of response made your eyebrows furrow, so you glanced over his handsome face. His eyebrows were crunched up, like they always were when he was annoyed and his lips were set in a firm scowl. ‘What’s wrong? Was it hard today at work?’ You’d ask, confused as to what brought on this moody front. Jin lost it. He began speaking at a fast rate, telling you everything on his mind; including what he thought about your recent tardiness. By the wind of his rant, tears were streaking down your face. You threw the package you were holding at him before storming out of the cafe. Looking strangely at it, he opened it, to find two custom made Chanel sweatshirts, one with your initials and one with his. ‘How did she afford this?’ He thought, staring at the sweatshirts incredulously. Then suddenly it all clicked. Why you were always late recently, why you picked up extra shifts, why you were so distant. Everything suddenly made sense. Without a second thought, he packed up everything that was spread out on the table before dashing out of the cafe, following in what he hoped would be your trail. Eventually he found you crouched over on a park bench, hands spread across your face, body twitching slightly. He sighed before kneeling in front of you, moving your hands from your face. Softly he whispered.

“I’m sorry I misunderstood you. Thank you for the best present I’ve ever been given.”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Yoongi 

You had saved up for the longest while to buy Yoongi this gift and it finally got the chance to go pick it up. But you had to sneak out without him noticing or his suspicion would only deepen. For the past few weeks you were taking extra shifts at your work to pay for the gift. You had no choice but to lie to him and tell him you where going over by a friend or your had other business to do which made him really suspicious. If you told him you had taken extra shifts he would of been really worried about you over working yourself and try to make you stay home or come up with an excuse like he would make up for the money you were lacking which you didn’t want to happen. It had been over a three year you both knew each other and Yoongi meant everything to you, he was the best friend/boyfriend everyone would want. He helped you through a lot in your life and you wouldn’t be who you were today without him so you decided that you would work extra hard and splurge on him. The price was a little bit of a stretch but he deserved it. It was your way of saying thanks for being there for you. You had just finish setting up the latest model Sound System Yoongi had his eye on for awhile in his home studio with the help of Jungkook and Namjoon when you realised he would be home soon. You were absolutely excited because you had been planning and saving for this for so long, you knew he would love it, which only added to your excitement. As you were saying bye to Namjoon and Jungkook you saw Yoongi pulling into the driveway, with a high pitched squeal you rushed back inside to wait for him not being able to contain your excitement. As Yoongi step through the door and eyes landed on your fidgeting figure he asked you question after question clearly annoyed over the fact that you were being distant and sneaky the past few weeks. “Why are you always lying about where you’re going y/n, what’s going on? Don’t tell me your not lying because I know you are, I show you in town earlier today when you said you were going by a friend?” he inquired curiously with a speck of anger taking over his features. Stuttering not being able to properly phrase what you were trying to say, anxiousness and nervousness mixed with the excitement from before. Looking totally done with the situation Yoongi stormed off into his home studio mumbling an ‘I don’t care’ under his breath. Your heart beat increased knowing that he was going to see the surprise anticipating his reaction. Not being able to contain your smile when you saw him come back out with a very very confused look on his face. “What the hell is going on, what did you do?” a smile with a hint of shock replacing his features from earlier. With a smirk tugging at your lips, swaying back and forth on the heel of your foot you replied “I kinda maybe took extra shifts at work and bought you your dream sound system as a way of saying thanks for being there for me”. Without hesitation he embraced you in a tight hug still in shock and slight denial. 

 "Y/n you did not have to do that for me, MY GOD ARE YOU CRAZY WOMAN? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COSTS??!“ he scolded you chuckling at the whole situation.

Originally posted by dimpole

Hoseok

It physically pained you to be reclusive from Hoseok, your boyfriend of almost a year. For your upcoming anniversary, you wanted to give him something that you knew he’d appreciate; an extremely limited edition bear brick, however, the toy was quite pricey. You had been saving up for the expensive toy for months now, taking extra shifts where ever you can and even going as far as to tutor kids from your neighbourhood to make up some of the money. Although you weren’t poor, you were far from rich, and to buy this special gift for him, it required your up most effort. You couldn’t only hope Hoseok wouldn’t think you were avoiding him. When ever you imagined his reaction towards your gift, you gained strength and motivation. His happiness was all you could ask for. You had cancelled on Hoseok yet again. Only this time he had enough of your excuses. He threw a fit, firing angry words at you before hanging up, not even waiting for your response. You sighed, recalling the event that happened moments prior. 'Today’s the last day until you can get the bear brick, don’t give up. Fighting!!’ you cheered yourself on. Freshly motivated, you carried on working. Shortly after work, you made your way to the store where the toy was being sold. Being quite relived that it hadn’t been sold yet, you quickly purchased the item before making your way to Hoseok’s apartment. Taking out your spare key, you unlocked the door and begun your work. You first cleaned the apartment and washed his clothes, then you started on dinner, before showering and putting on your specially selected clothes. Shortly after you had set up dinner, you heard keys jingling, signally Hoseok was finally home. He entered the living room unsuspectingly, only to be completely surprised when he turned around. As soon as he laid eyes on his toy, he became a blabbering mess. You waited until he was finished, before explaining why you had been so absent recently. Without a second thought, he took you onto his arms before exclaiming,

“I’m speechless Y/n!! Thank you!!”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


That Was Incredible 

Request: can you pls do a bucky/reader smut where reader is patching up bucky in a safe house after a mission

Summary: You and Bucky barely escape a Hydra facility and have to stay in a nearby safe house.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I may do a part two for this one, but if I do I’m going to do it after writing a part two for Undercover.

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get up// simon minter

i’m sorry for how short this is but i couldn’t think how to make it any longer. i haven’t posted any imagines for a while and i really wanted to, so here’s a very shitty simon one. also, i got a lot of inspiration from this post!

requests are open!
love you all xo


Simon Minter was probably the hardest person to wake up in the entire world and you hated when the responsibility fell onto your shoulders to wake him up. Usually, if he was being difficult, you would just leave him but because the two of you were driving down to your hometown for the weekend, you had to power through.

You took a deep breath before approaching your best friend who was curled up in the middle of his bed, his silver hair peeking out from underneath the covers. “Simon,” you sang quietly. “It’s time to get up.”

Receiving nothing but a groan in return you rolled your eyes before nudging him lightly as you kneeled on his bed. “Simon, we need to leave in less than an hour if we want to get there in time for dinner.” Again, he groaned from underneath the covers and buried his face deeper into his pillow. “Fine, if you really want to be difficult.”

Within a second, you had pulled the covers away from Simon, laughing loudly as he let out a high-pitched squeal before he sat up and glared at you. “I don’t like you,” he croaked, his voice laced with the early morning.

You know you love me,” you scoffed as you sat next to him on his bed. He fell back against his pillows and pulled you down with him, resulting in a cry of protest from you. “No, we need to go!”

“Shh, just five more minutes.” His words were muffled due to your hair, his breath against your neck caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You sighed in defeat once he began to trace his fingers on the exposed skin of your waist; he knew that would instantly get you to relax. You and Simon had grown up together, so there was probably nothing that you two didn’t know about each other. Other than the fact that, after over twenty years, you still didn’t know a useful way to wake him up.

Just as you were beginning to drift off, Simon’s quiet voice broke the silence. “(Y/N)? Is that my new t-shirt?”

A grin broke across your face as the question passed his lips, it wasn’t an unusual thing for you to steal Simon’s clothes but there was an unspoken rule for you to at least let him wear them once before you claimed them as your own. “Maybe.”

“I’ll let you off this time, babe, but only because it looks better on you than it ever would on me.” For a reason you were clueless about, your cheeks began to burn at his words and of course, he noticed. “Are you blushing?”

“No, you are,” you groaned at your weak reply, and he looked at you with a stupid smirk on his face, “shut up, Minter.” You hid your red face in his pillow and Simon’s familiar smell instantly clouded your senses as you tried to ignore his teasing laughter.

Aw! (Y/N)’s blushing!” Simon sang, poking your side and grinning when you squealed.

“I hate you so much.”

You know you love me,” he throws your earlier words back at you with a wink. You laugh loudly and push his shoulder lightly, but obviously Simon over exaggerates and dramatically rolls himself to the other side of the bed with a loud yell.

“Why do I still put up with you? You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” Simon says smiling, before pulling you into his side and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You can’t fight the beaming smile off your face as you lean your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat speed up slightly as you run your fingers gently through his hair. You would love to stay like this all day, in the arms of the one person you will always love, not caring whether he loved you back the same way. However, you both needed to be up and out within the next twenty or so minutes.

“Okay, you’ve had enough time to wake up,” you say as you sit up and stretch. “Get in the shower, we need to leave soon.”

“Alright, but (Y/N), one more thing,” Simon speaks, his voice sounding a little deeper than usual.

“Yeah?” You turn around, only to be greeted by Simon eagerly pressing his lips on yours. You froze, shocked by his sudden actions but you quickly reciprocated, placing your hands on either side of his face and climbing onto his lap. He slowly moved his hands underneath his t shirt and onto your hips, repeating his actions from earlier and tracing patters against your skin. A few seconds later, you both pull away breathless and a little dizzy.

Maybe we can be a little late,” you mumble causing Simon’s laugh to echo around his room until you pulled his mouth back on yours.

Take Your Child To Work Day

SPN FanFic

~Daddy Jared and Uncle Jensen get conned by your cutie-pie daughter~

Jared x Reader, OFC Juliana, Jensen

846 Words

Warnings: Daddy!Jared Fluff Feels? Idk. Nothing bad. 

A/N: I’m having feelings after the Padafamily picture, OK? Sue me. 



“Daddy are you gonna take me?” your daughter Juliana looked up at her father, wide eyed and inquisitive as always; her hazel eyes a perfect match for his.

Jared smiled his curious smile and shook his head quickly in confusion. “Take you where Jules?”

“To the work,” she said, sticking out her hip and leaning her hand on it just like you did. You laughed from your spot in the kitchen as you watched the scene unfold. For a five year old, she was sassy as hell.

“To my work?” he asked, holding back a laugh.

Jules rolled her eyes, “Yeah Daddy, it’s ‘Take Your Child To Work Day’. So you take your child to your work.”

Jared nodded, pretending to consider her question. He rubbed his chin and hummed. “Huh, well, it just so happens that Mommy has some scenes this week, so we’ll all be going to work tomorrow.”

It took a moment for the information to make it’s way past all the attitude, but finally Juliana understood and a bright smile grew on her little face. She clapped and ran into Jared’s open arms, squealing as he lifted her into the air with ease. “Thank you Daddy!”

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Hidden Behind Glasses (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

A/N: Sorry if this seems rushed.

Chapter Summary: You hangout with Hannah.


Originally posted by capuleht

Part 4

Y/N P.O.V.

Hannah picked you up at Monet’s.

She reached over the console center and pushed open your door.


“You didn’t show up.” You pouted, getting inside of the car and looking over to her.

You gasped, surprised. “And your hair! It’s so pretty.”

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Good Intentions

Paul Lahote imagine requested by anon! “I hear you need more wolf pack :) I came to deliver. Can I request one where you’re Paul’s imprint but Bella’s bestfriend and she doesn’t approve. You tend to listen to her judgement but he makes it very hard to stay away from him (bonus points if he enlists Jacob’s help lol)” Hope you like it!

“You’re kidding. Paul Lahote? I’ll-fight-anything-with-a-pulse Paul Lahote? You’re kidding, Y/n. I thought I told you he was out of his mind! And you’ve only known him for, what, a week?Bella was handling your scenario just about as swimmingly as you had predicted, which is to say she wasn’t handling it. She’d given you speeches of the same subject many times before, but never to this magnitude. If only she knew how severe the situation was… but you’d been indirectly sworn to secrecy on the matter of Paul’s affections. There wasn’t a loophole big enough for Bella to shove you through this time. You were signed-on for life, if everything went well… which it was, until you told Bella. Now, you found yourself cross-legged on her bedspread, watching her pull at the hair around her temples, pacing back and forth between her aged lace curtains and her bedroom door, reprimanding you as if you’d broken a valuable antique. This behavior was expected from someone as rational and old-souled as her, but you couldn’t place why she was focusing her maternal distrust on Paul. Well, from what you’d been recently inducted into, you could fathom a thousand reasons why she’d be upset, but she was oblivious to Paul’s trade secrets. “Y/n, come on, you’re really considering dating him? Paul Lahote?” She growled, her gravelly tone hiking in pitch as she chewed his name. You inhaled slowly, grinding your teeth in preparation for the verbal Novocaine you hoped would knock her blood pressure down a few notches.

“Yeah, I’ve considered it. I’ve come to the conclusion that I really want to be with him, Bells,” she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes wide and livid, fear polluting the perfect storm of fury in her dark irises. You held your hand up to halt her oncoming rant, struggling to sedate her long enough to calm her opinion on Paul. This would be no easy task. Most of the reasoning you’d collected to prove to her why Paul was a viable option was prohibited, by pack law, to be spoken to an outsider. You’d be running circles around your sentences, stopping and starting yourself when you edged too close to a risky argument. “Look, I’m not going to ask you why you care, because I know why you care, but seriously, Bella, why are you making such a big deal out of this? He’s really not that bad! He’s been really nice, Bella, and warm and friendly and sweet. He’s not as immature as you described. He must have changed since you last saw him.” Bella snorted, her eyes rolling towards the ceiling, one of her hands dropping to her hip (a comical stance, if not for the cause), the other gripping tight to masses of hair at the crown of her head, recalling her last encounter with the subject of her anger.

“Oh, I’m sure. The last time I saw Paul, he was going for Jacob’s-” her voice was cut-short by the ringing of her cell phone, her gaze dropping quickly to the smudged screen. She exhaled sharply, clearly irritated by whomever she saw was calling, raising the device to her ear as her teeth ground against each other. “I don’t have time right now, Jake. I’ll call you later” she spat, her tone unchanged by the call of her best friend. She must hate Paul more than you thought she did. Her eyes darted to your face, her brow pinched. “Yes, she’s here. Why do you ask?” She turned her back on you, walking with rigid steps towards her wall, her arm crossing over her chest as she spoke. “No, I don’t want to hear it, Jake.” There was a short pause, during which Jacob Black’s voice could be heard stammering mechanically through the receiver. Hopefully, he was acting as savior to both you and Paul. “Oh really? Try me,” Bella replied, her voice reaching higher and higher as her level of agitation skyrocketed. She waited while he spoke, her teeth wearing audibly as he spat explanations at her, likely in Paul’s defense. The wolf pack was pretty tight, from what you’d heard of it. Their relationship was closer to a brotherhood than anything, as Paul described it. If Jacob was talking sense, you had a better chance of convincing Bella of Paul’s worth; Jake had been dodging the werewolf subject longer than you had. Bella sighed loudly, sucking her teeth in frustration. “I don’t care if he imprinted on her! Tell him to leave her alone!” She hung up her phone, leaning her forehead against her bedroom wall. Your heart skipped a beat, hearing the now-familiar word leave her lips with so little surprise. Her lips formed the word as if she was as accustomed to speaking it as Sam or Quil.

“Bella, how do you know that word?” you whispered, your voice too weak to speak at a higher volume. She turned to face you, her cheeks flushed in sudden realization of her mistake. “You knew about the wolves?” Her cheeks were inflamed, burning rosy under your scrutiny. “Bella, what the Hell? How long have you known about them? Who told you? Oh, God, did one of them… you know, did someone imprint on you? Was it Jacob? Bella-” your words fluttered about in the stagnant air of her bedroom, her hands shaking to stop your words, her fingers batting them from her face.

“Okay, okay, enough! No one imprinted on me, I just… I figured it out. Jake told me a story, I pieced it together after he phased.” You could feel your open jaw collecting air, drying the saliva on your tongue as she explained just how extensive her knowledge on the Quileute pack was. According to her timeline, she’d been around since before Quil had even phased. She’s been there from, almost, the beginning of the pack. “And I’m freaking out because I’ve seen how volatile Paul is, how easy he is to phase. The last time I saw Paul, he went for Jacob’s throat. Dragged him into a fight, all teeth and claws. He isn’t in control, Y/n, and he could hurt you if you push him. It could be so simple, so quick, and you could be like…” her voice trailed off into silence, the unspoken end to her sentence lingering in the air like a death sentence: Like Emily.

“Jared already told me about his anger issues. He said he’s getting them under control, and that he was working on it before he imprinted. Now, he’s working harder. And, I mean, if you know about imprinting, you should know that just telling Paul to leave me alone isn’t going to make a dent in his determination to see me. I trust what you’re saying, I really do, but you just have to trust my judgement this time. I know how dangerous it is, but you’ve been hanging with Jacob since you found out he’s a wolf. I mean, Bells, if that isn’t danger-seeking, I don’t know what is!” She wouldn’t counter after that. The evening progressed as it normally did, only the conversations you held carried a rigid formality beneath years of cordiality. Bella was clearly upset about your decision to stay with Paul, but you weren’t giving him up.

She hadn’t offered to drive you home as she usually did, which would have betrayed how upset she was if you hadn’t already caught on. The girl was about as subtle as a shotgun was quiet, and you’d been around her long enough to know when she was irritated. Her decision wasn’t cruel, though. She wasn’t abandoning you to a ten-mile hike through the forest, Bella was too kind for that sort of ill-treatment. You didn’t live too far away to make commute on foot impossible, and though the sun was setting, you had enough time to walk home before the night settled in. By the time you reached your door, the evening was only just fading from amber skies to the shadow of dusk. Your porch light was on, casting a honey glow on the expanse of your lawn. An unfamiliar car was parked in your driveway, an alarming sight if not for the body propped-up against the driver’s side door. At the sound of your approach, Paul turned his head, a smile breaking through his neutral demeanor, white teeth gleaming in the dying light cascading from your front steps. Though you were mildly weary from your unexpected journey home, you found your pace increasing easily at the promise of Paul’s warm embrace. You stepped into his waiting arms, heat enveloping your body like a wave, his face burying itself in your hair, his arms constricting around your back. You’d never felt so secure, never so loved as when you were being held by him. It was as if you’d snapped an accessory onto your heart to allow for more love to flood your core, fitting like a puzzle piece into your organ’s anatomy. He was as much your home as the house behind him. He pressed his lips to the side of your head, his hands ghosting upwards along your back until they had reached your cheeks. His soft brown eyes fell on yours, analyzing your features, his thumbs working circles over your cheekbones.

“Jacob called me after he called Bella, said you were hanging at her house, that she sounded angry. Are you alright?” Oh. He’d been watching you for signs of a cracking facade, waiting for the waterworks. Thankfully, you were in better shape than he had expected. You nodded your head, leaning your face against his palm. You sighed, expelling the negativity of the day with your breath.

“Yeah, she just… she wasn’t thrilled when I told her I’d started seeing you. I didn’t even drop the “i” word, and she knew. I had no idea she knew, and… I mean, she was just worried. She’s my best friend. Her intentions were good. She doesn’t want to see me get hurt.” Paul’s lips pressed together, his forehead furrowing as you spoke. He pulled you into his chest once again, his embrace stronger, somehow, his arms motionless on your back.

“The last thing I want is to see you get hurt, Y/n. I promise you, I won’t ever hurt you. I know I’m a bit unpredictable, but I’d never lose control with you. I’ve seen what can happen when… I don’t ever want to hurt you like that,” he whispered, his voice in your ear like a dirge, his voice flooding with emotion. His conviction was clear. You wrapped your arms around his spine, clutching to his heat, your face lowering onto the plane of his chest.

“You won’t,” you assured him, your breath releasing against his skin, your hands running along the ridges of his spine. You couldn’t fathom how someone as warm and loving as Paul could have violent intentions, especially when he loved you as much as he did. “I know you won’t.” He lifted his head, his finger angling your chin upward, bringign your gaze to meet his. He lowered his lips to yours, voicing unspoken promises in ways words could never express. His lips moved against yours, spreading a warmth not unlike his unnatural body heat coursing through your veins, his hands tangling in your hair. All too soon, he broke away, resting his forehead on yours, his eyes sparkling with stolen light. He smiled his sideways grin, pressed his lips to yours once more, and stepped backwards towards his truck, his hands holding onto yours until his reach was expended.

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.”

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.

“Y/N.”

“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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