did people still want that tagged or


my girlfriend @vegaslodge tagged me in this so yay

1. what’s one word that describes you ? 

attentionwhore (i love making a meme out of this) but seriously… outgoing

2. what did you want to be when you were a kid ? 

An Actress… and i still want to be one!

3. has your heart ever been broken ? 

Yes but not by love

4.what are five things that make you apologetically happy ? 

I did a little tag thing for this earlier, I believe it was; Tumblr, pizza, video games, dogs and making people laugh!

5. what’s your favourite book ?

We Were Liars - E. Lockhart

6. what are you afraid of ? 

Being lonely >.<

7. which ‘riverdale’ character do you relate to the most ? 

An odd mix of Betty and Jughead, I’m not going to explain why and I’ll just let the thought linger with you.

8. who’s your celebrity crush ?

*cough* CoLe SpRouSe *cough* LiLi *cough* EvErYonE In RivERdale *cough* DyLaN O’BRiEn 

9. who inspires you ? 

Lili <3 - it’s not hard to find out why if you stalk her twitter.

10. if you had three wishes, what would you wish for ?

For everyone to be happy, to change the school system, to become shaggy/jughead and eat a ton of shit without gaining weight because that would be great ngl

11. what’s your favourite quote?

Never say goodbye, because saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting… - Peter Pan

I TAAAGG @mrsjugheadjonesthethird @cherryicequeen (getting the rp blogs involved too eheuhehee) @betty-coopers-number-one-stan @jvghead-jones-iii @thesuitelifeofjughead @tasteofswallowedwords @satanwithstardust @mrs-jughead-jones

I have removed the original content of this post because I’m tired of people who are literally just looking for a fight going through the tags and digging up a post I wrote almost TWO YEARS AGO.

I apologize if my excitement for the film offended anyone or… everyone. I haven’t blogged about this film since 2015 specifically because I did not want to offend people. If you don’t want to see the film, don’t see it. If you do, do.

I will say though that I will still be going to see this film, in the hopes that it shines a positive light on Mexico, its people, and its culture in a time when that light is sorely needed in the United States.

anonymous asked:

hi viria i have a problem im dealing with right now ;; in my fandom genderswaps/bends are growing ever more popular and more and more big art/fic creators are accepting and supporting them. as someone trans i've been trying to educate people on how harmful it is, but as more & more 'big' or 'popular' accounts publicly enjoy them, its harder & harder to have an audience that will listen. i used to enjoy genderswaps myself but now ive come to see how truly harmful they are. i want to keep (1/6)

trying to educate ppl but soon it will be near impossible to convey my message as almost a whole of my fandom will just come to accept them and love them so much they wont listen ;; do you have any words to say from your perspective as an artist or from any other standpoint? even just a small word would mean so much, this trend is growing more and more rapidly and stronger every time a fic or piece of art supporting it is produced ;; (2/6) 

i come to you asking such a thing because there are fewer and fewer people that share the same belief as me that it is bad. the argument defending it seems very convincing to many. some trans/qenderqueer/nonbinary people find it enjoyable and comforting but those that are on the opposite spectrum - ppl like me who feel dysphoric and invalidated by it - are in the end told to deal with it and let ppl write/draw what they want and just avoid it since its a comfort to some. another argument (3/6)

is of artistic liscense: you should be able to make whatever you want and this is strengthened by the fact doing so comforts some trans/gq people. but i feel forgotten. do the people that are hurt by it not matter? i feel ashamed now when i try to put out my msg. but i just want to feel a little more normal within my fandomspace. i want to feel like i exist. yet hardly anyone will listen. it’s not longer something i and my friends can avoid and never really was, because it is harmful and (4/6) 

we have a right to speak out against harmful things, yes? i am finding it harder and harder to believe it. i really just yearn to feel normal as the people that are consoled by genderswapping feel normal. i feel i should mention i do remember when you made genderswap art and were educated and apologized, i have gone through the same process myself. i hope i am not bringing up bad memories and apologize if i happen to ;; please, if you could give just a few words yourself it (5/6)   


Hello! I’m sorry, I think my askbox managed to eat the last part of your message, so it’s not entirely full! But I feel like I get enough information from these parts nonetheless. 

First of all, please, please, try to not let any strangers on the internet make you feel abnormal. I feel like it must be very hard to be put in such a space, but as much as you can, please focus on the people who DO share your opinion on this. As much as it might not look like it, I am sure many people (even out of those who still do genderswaps) mean no harm, don’t yet know how hurtful it is for some other people and WILL listen to you!

I remember when people educated me over this, there were so many who thought that…how to put it. That I think very very bad of transgender people, while I, at that point, didn’t really know much about this issue. When it doesn’t happen to you, it’s not always the thing that crosses your mind. I feel like people who explain why and how this is wrong to artists, especially with their point of view, do help to fuel a thought in someone’s mind, offer them to think about it if they didn’t have the option before.

I try to be hopeful for people, I want to think that even if genderswaps are popular, there are still many empathic people who will listen to you, and who will understand how you feel.

For many it comes to a choice: whether they enjoy genderswaps enough to still draw it when they know how much it upsets some people. It was very fun to draw, but I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s distress by doing it. So… I want to think many people might share my choice. 

I’d say…if you choose to explain your point of view to people who still do genderswaps, try to not make bashing someone the first thing you write them. It might cause anger and defense, and it might not lead anywhere. Back then I was “educated” in a way that made me cry my eyes out, but it’s not something everyone will be willing to go through. For me, it wasn’t people who yelled at me what a piece of crap I was, but people who really explained what they felt that made me think on this topic more. Keep in mind that there still might be people who don’t yet know your point of view. What they see - is the pictures on the internet, people do them, so they assume it’s okay. You don’t usually think “Hm, what can possibly be wrong with this picture?” about drawings you see on the internet. 

As for your safe place, I think you have already done that, block all the genderswap tags to try to avoid on your dashboard. Even if there are people who stop doing them, there will most likely still be people who just started, simply because there are so so many. You don’t want to stress out because of something the stranger did from the other side of the globe.

I’m sorry if this is zero help, I know there is no way to change everyone’s opinion or to inform everyone, but please, don’t lose yourself with this. You are you and you are important, what you feel is absolutely legit and valid, remember it!

Originally posted by idolos-frases

My final words on the Lauren Zuke drama

I’m already starting to see “go die” comments directed at Lauren, tagged ship hate, etc. so I felt this to be necessary.

Real life person > fictional characters and ships

All she said was “I don’t speak for my coworkers, but this is what I intended. Ship whatever you want”. That’s it.

I am an animator, myself. I can tell you all, right now: Storyboards, and everything else on a show, have to get approval. Not just by people working on the show, but by producers, censors, etc. The lapidot and amedot stuff did not get slipped in “unnoticed”. The rest of the crewniverse knew, and animated it, and sent it to air.

Also, Zuke isn’t the only person to draw Amedot/Lapidot.

If there’s lapidot or amedot hints in future non-Zuke episodes, are y’all still going to send her death threats? Call her names? If you want to analyze a show on your own blog, go for it. But once you start dragging in real life people, insulting them, telling them to “go die”, you need to take a step back and calm the hell down. And tagging your ship hate has always been stupid, regardless of fandom.

If you value fictional characters over real life people, unfollow me.

This isn’t a call-out post for a specific person. I’ll just call her X. Fan X made a post to complain about mean anti-reylo fans, saying how reylo shippers were being unfairly accused of racism (among other things). She cross-tagged her post with the finnrey tag. (Anyone who’s spent time in the finnrey tag has seen similar posts, yeah?) I sent X a PM, politely asking her to remove the tag. Some people had already commented on the post, asking for the tag to be removed, but it was still there, and I figured a PM might get her attention faster. I mentioned in passing that her post was off-track as well as badly tagged, and thought that would be the end of it. 

Instead it evolved into a conversation where X wanted to prove that she’s a fan of Finn, and she has NEVER EVER seen anything racist said about him on her dashboard from her fellow reylo fans. 

So before I dove back into the conversation, I did a keyword search on her tumblr. One of her most recent reblogs at that moment was a post that talks about how Finn is a beta male and inferior to Rey, and Rey had to save him 100 times, and so forth. (Some of y’all know the post I’m talking about. And no, I’m not exaggerating on the wording of it, that’s literally what it said… along with a bunch of light-and-dark and Romeo-and-Juliet imagery about reylo.)

X hadn’t noticed it. She missed the blatant racism and erasure of Finn as a lead in the post. She liked the pretty wording about how epic reylo is going to be, and that was enough to make the racism not ‘visible’ to her.

That’s what I think of when I see someone say that they’ve never seen anyone being racist in [insert ship or character or movie/show name here] fandom: a fan who will reblog a blatantly racist post that comes across their dashboard, and then have the ignorant bliss to say that they’ve never seen any racism in their section of fandom. 

Can Lesbian Identity Survive The Gender Revolution?
Maybe the future really can be female. That depends on how we define it.
By Shannon Keating

y’all…this article is seriously so fucking awful. it is basically saying lesbians are regressive and ~~~too exclusionary~~~~ yet again. YET AGAIN never attacking gay men or straight people for “””genital preferences”””…

perhaps the worst quote: “Some lesbians who don’t go full-out TERF are still all too eager to write off dating trans people because of “genital preferences,” which means they have incredibly reductive ideas about gender and bodies.”

did you know you’re an evil terf if you don’t like penis?

@terfmeanslesbian and so many more blogs i want to tag

Cause You're My Favorite Hue: Alternate Ending

The world was black and white and that couldn’t be helped. Every waking day was viewed in various shades of grey, black, and white. And though it seemed rather boring, Alexander dealt with it. He had a loving wife, beautiful children, and a great job as a CFO for a world renowned publishing company. Things seemed great.

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Yes, Your Bucky

Summary: This is a sequel to My James, Your Bucky. The reader and her plum dumpling come to terms with what happened to James.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Angst central, people. You’ve been warned.

A/N: The response to My James, Your Bucky has been so awesome. I did say that if I write the next part it will be painful. You still wanted more. I hope you like it.

I went through all comments and asks to tag people so I hope I haven’t missed anyone out?

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

It’s been good few hours since you discovered your flat in a complete mess. You’ve been practically dragged out of there by a man with the bow. Hawkeye, you think was his name. Frankly, quite a few people introduced themselves to you outside, but you couldn’t care less for who they were. Why would you? They all just barged into your life expecting you to be calm and understanding. Calm and understanding?!

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Dorianmance Week 2017

When? February 20-26

Event tag? #Dorianmance Week

Many of you expressed interest in participating so why not bring some more Dorian love to everyone’s dash? Always wanted to write that one-shot? Draw a comic? Write down all the romantic headcanons?

Now it’s your chance! The rules are simple: create something for your Dorianmancing Inquisitor for the week: be it fanart, fanfic, video edit, screencaps or headcanon. Here are some ideas to get you started:

Hard Hitter – switch themes between angst, fluff, humor, bittersweet, smut. Make us feel things.

Customized – come up with few AUs during the week. Vampires? Hipsters? Gladiators? Go nuts!

Forever Marked – explore your post-Trespasser headcanons.

Synergized – team up with other Dorianmancers. Art trade? Fic swap? Collaborations are beautiful things.

People Person – You haven’t romanced Dorian but still want to participate? Create something for a friend who did! Ask a Dorianmancer about their ship!

We are all busy people - besides it’s not quantity that matters but quality. Even one post is a great contribution!

For those who like to challenge themselves. Set your goal and post fresh content every day for the week. Flood the tags with your Dorianmancing OC!

Happy creating, guys! (:


Y'know. I was actually considering not posting these for a while… But, best not to hide about what I spent the most time indulging in for the past months. (especially since this would be the 5th time I’ve done so) I’m. STILL. VERY MUCH in love with Yamcha having a daughter (and the art style of that one OVA). Those Dragon Balls are a gift 💙🌸👍🏽

….Also the first image was another prompt from that exact same unfinished DBZ art meme I gave myself… (Being: “Do you have any OC’s?” and at this point, she counts since it’s always the same child.)

And since people kept asking, and I need to own up to what I’ve done for once: the girl’s name is “Yantan.” She’s a dumpling.
PSA Regarding the Leaks -- What Hasn't Already Been Said

Obviously, if you see the pictures DO NOT share them. If you see someone in tags asking to be PM’d the pics, DO NOT SHARE.

But people are making posts calling out those who still have the pics up. I hate to say it but this only gives those blogs (and the pictures) more attention. If you see someone with the pictures PM them, unfollow, PM their followers, but please don’t make a post about it! If you want to spread the message that someone has the pics do it privately I guess??

Second order of business, I think tumblr did a good job of purging the pics BUT they’re still gonna be all over Instagram, Twitter, and other platforms. I actually already saw a post on Reddit about it, thank god it got removed. So if you have accounts on these other sites, SPREAD THE MESSAGE THERE AS WELL.

Finally just to reiterate how serious this is…this leak may constitute a breach of contract between Studio Mir and Dreamworks. We can only speculate but this could result in firing, legal action, a delay or cancellation of Voltron, who knows? For all of you who think it isn’t serious kindly stfu

Thank you!

Chameleon [part 3]

Synopsis: [still in construction]
Requested: not at all
Pairing: Bucky×Reader
Warnings: none so far

Preview: Part 1; Part 2; Masterlist

A/N: A lovely reader contacted me last night to know if she could be part of my tag list. I didn’t have one but because of her, I thought maybe other people wanted to be tagged on the following chapters. So if you are interested in making part of my readers list, let me know. 

“Have you ever been in a fight?” Natasha tied her hair in a pony tale such thing she only did when training. Letting her hair down was her thing and everybody knew that.

“A couple of times.” you replied. “But I’ve been in several car chases, so don’t go start of thinking I’m a total inexperienced.” Natasha gave you a half smile because she knew you were being comic. It was the type of line she could imagine herself saying with the same tone you used but not everybody would get her humour. 

It was your first day at the gym with Natasha and you could consider yourself excited for what was to come. You had to admit that you were afraid of pissing her off with your lack of fighting skills. As you told Steve before, you were more of a strategist. Getting physical would be your last option in whatever situation. 

“Come on, show me what you can do.” agent Romanoff expected to see your best moves, total force and impact. She really wanted to have at least one reason to like you, to accept you. 

“What do you mean? You want me to just… like… go?” you had no more time to discuss your questions, next thing you saw was Natasha attacking you and you really did not want to get hit by her. 

You tried dodging her fists, but this woman could really take you down so easily. She was just giving you some beginners level of training and you already failed. She stopped her moves and watched as you panted with your back bent down and your hands on your knees. “What the hell?!”

You got up and Natasha waited so you could take a breath before she attacked you again. She was getting entertained, yes, but she wanted you to succeed and survive this first day like a real woman, like an avenger. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” again you came up with questions and so far this was being the longest dialogue you had since you got there. Natasha smiled. Your mind was only now questioning if tomorrow you would wake up to be alive or just have been gone to heaven after this training session. 

“Don’t be a chicken, Y/N. If you are here, if you are going to stay, there are things you must get through. This is just the beginning.” her crossed arms were now positioned as she would start round two, you got up quickly to your best posture and tried imitating her. “Ready?”

Hell no. You didn’t want to break your whole skeleton that morning but hey, you had a better plan. It would compromise the low profile you wanted to keep, but if you really wanted to blend in the group, to fit in as you had thought last night, you had to start making your moves. Sooner or later this would happen, right? Right. 

“Hell yeah.”

Natasha who was on the other side of the gym, took your last words as fuel to run towards you and do what she thought would be best, teach you how incredibly awesome were her moves and you had to at least learn one third of them until your first mission. 

But barely knew Natasha that you had other things in mind. Why learning them if you could only copy everything? Sounded weird if you wanted to say it out loud, but there was where your low profile got ruined and you used your mutant powers to copy Natasha’s DNA in mere seconds just before she threw her first punch and you dodged as if the real Natasha would do. 

“What the f-” she took a look on your face that looked just like her own. The perfect replica, better than any twin could ever look like the other. Agent Romanoff got interrupted by your grasp on her arms that made her spin around and get on her knees. She then found herself in the weirdest situation ever, having to fight against herself, it was’t Y/N anymore. 

Her legs swung to the sides dropping you in an amusing way to the floor. She got out of your grasp seeing an opportunity to go on top of you and just hold you down the way she knew you couldn’t get away. Well, at least she thought Y/N couldn’t get away. “What is that? What the hell is that, Y/N!?”

She screamed at you, she was completely confused so you decided to go back to your own skin, leaving Natasha’s DNA stored in your brain. The transformation was so fast and done kind of magically that under Natasha’s eyes, it was the most incredible thing she could have experienced. 

“Can you now let go of my arms?” you asked and so she did. She got up scared (or was it impressed?), and gave you a hand so you could get on your feet again. 

“So that… That’s what you have been hiding.” she concluded. 

“Well, it has only been a day and a few hours I got here. It isn’t the longest I kept a secrete. But yes, I did not want it to be used like that.” You said. You were pretty talkative today, it was unusual. Maybe it was happening because after so long, you had people around that you could have conversations with. 

“Tony must see this.” Natasha rushed to the door and you couldn’t let her go. 

“No! He can’t. Nobody can know about it now. Just for now…” she stopped to hear you. She wanted Tony to see what you were capable of even though it was scary and dangerous. “I guess I only showed you because we will get to spend some time here with you trying to kill me, while the only thing I have to defend myself is using other people’s skills.”

“Right.” Natasha swallowed your words still thinking about everything that just had happened. “But letting the others know about this” she pointed at you “will change things around here. They will see you as part of the team.”

“Nobody trusts a woman who can ‘change skin’. Don’t you see? They will never like having me around afraid of what I will turn into. Or what I’ll be doing in another skin.” you tried to show your point that was more than valid. Natasha understood. She looked at you, she watched your figure for silent seconds until she came up with something to say.

“Fine. But we need to talk about it. Your first mission is coming soon and we need to know what to do.” 

You nodded. Natasha had a half smile again, it was her best try of making you feel comfortable. She wanted you to trust her now that she knew about your powers, but there were still a lot of things she wanted to know about you. She knew it wouldn’t be easy because, just like herself, you had your past, your traumas, and your deepest secrets.

“How was the first day of training?” Asked Clint as you entered the living room where almost the entire team was gathered. 

“Not bad.” Answered Natasha glancing at you reminding you that she was being loyal to what you have asked her.

You didn’t know why you were there with them, and apparently there was no reason to be chilling in the living room. You remembered why Nick Fury selected you and brought you there and just by the thought of it, you shivered. Why could anyone just chill while there was a huge problem coming towards all of them sooner than they thought? But you, Y/N, thought twice and considered the next few hours your relaxing time. After all, you were tired and really wanted to just give your legs a little break. 

You didn’t know where to sit. So you looked around quickly and found a spot on the comfy couch. Right next to Bucky. You laughed to yourself hoping nobody noticed. How funny was it? He scared you, remember? But at the same time, the scary man was the first one to smile to you, and maybe the only one to give you another look that wasn’t judgmental. 

You walked over to the couch and sat without asking for permission. Nobody minded your movement around the room, but they seemed to be awaiting for something. Or someone. As you have noticed before, not all of them were present so you thought that maybe they were just expecting the others to join them. 

“How actually was your first day of training?” Bucky asked in a whisper not wanting anyone else to make part of this conversation. He saw the chance to talk to you so he took it. 

“I survived all Natasha’s attempts to kill me. I would say I did pretty good.” Your humour wasn’t hilarious, you knew already. But the choice of words and tone was what made Natasha slightly like you and unconsciously you tried to do the same with the soldier. 

He laughed came from his nose. Maybe he also liked your comic side. Maybe. You took the chance to look at him from closer, it was awesome. He went from super villain to a superhero in such short time. You certainly could go from mutant girl to superhero just like he did. That was what Nick believed. Professor Xavier too, you thought.

”What are we doing here?” You asked trying to understand the purpose of being in that room.

“We’re waiting for Steve and Tony.” He said not actually answering your question. 

“Tony doesn’t like me.” But neither did Sam. Bucky had his attention fixed on your face. He watched you frown with the affirmation. 

Tony didn’t like anybody at first sight. He always had the worst impressions of the people until you proved him wrong. But Bucky couldn’t give you any advise since his history with Stark was much more delicate than yours. You knew everything about this drama, part came from the media that couldn’t stop talking about Bucky and his past, and other information came from what you heard at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. 

Tony and Steve finally showed up in the living room and their presence made you pay attention to what was to come. You were curious to know what all of you were there for. It was when Steve held up a dvd case and from afar your couldn’t recognize the cover.

“We’re watching The Great Gatsby.”

A/N: This ending! I kinda hate it but I can also imagine Steve Rogers being all excited to watch a movie.

About Y/N’s powers, guys, you will more details soon. Don’t give up on me! 

Tell me what do you think about Y/N’s superpowers, and what do you think is going to happen from now on. There is still a lot to come. 

-Pearl Writer

Next: Part 4

tags: @mcuimxgine

Huntress- Part 12: Ramiel

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E12 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five

Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven

Lying awake in a motel, you breathed in and out. Sat upright and facing the window, where a few muffled shouts of drunk people occasionally sounded. You sighed, glancing at your Uncle and Dad who were both fast asleep. 
Dad wasn’t overly keen on the idea of you tagging along to hunt a demon, especially since that night…
But you insisted on him at least taking you. He gave in, most likely not wanting to fight over it rather than agreeing with you. You hadn’t thought about Max for a few days. You still missed her. Of course you did. Seeing your Dad and Uncle together, as siblings, it reminded you of her. Especially with their Mum back. 

You were staring absentmindedly at nothing in particular when your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Swiping it away before it woke anyone up you looked at the caller ID and sighed. 
He was calling you again, the last voice mail was supposed to be the final one. He told you he’d leave you alone. He told you- 
‘1 new voice mail’
You read the words on the screen, again for safe measure.
Your finger hovered over ‘play’ as you reached for your headphones. Only, something made you stop. Realisation perhaps,you were a curious person, but this wasn’t right. It’s not lying if you don’t listen to the messages.

‘message deleted’

When your Dad and Uncle finally woke up you were fully dressed, reading through some articles on your phone. Dad’s eyes landed on you, then fell to the barely creased duvet and he sighed, perching on the edge of the bed next to you. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He asked softly, not giving you room to escape the question.
You shook your head, not looking at him. “You’re gonna need energy if you want to help on this hunt.” He subtly lectured you.
“I know…”
“Y.N, I know it’s hard. But you’re going to have to focus for me, focus on the hunt and nothing else…Just, try not to get too worked up, love.” He gave you a quick side hug, holding you close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. When he stood up, he held his hand on your shoulder for a second before going to the bathroom.

“Hey, Kiddo.” Uncle Dean sat down next to you this time. You felt stupid, like you needed some kind of constant reassurance. “You okay?” He asked, nudging you with his elbow lightly.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded, smiling lightly.
“As crazy as this sounds, Sammy’s died before. I know what it feels like to be without your sibling. I know how tough it is.”
“But he came back.” You fiddled with your thumbs.
“Yeah he did…But it’s the same pain you’re going through.”
“Not if they didn’t come back it isn’t.” You chuckle bitterly, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
”Your Dad; struggling as much as you are, Y/N. He’s lost one of his Daughters. I’ve lost one of my Nieces. Yeah, we didn’t meet her, but she was still our family….I’m sorry, kid…” At that moment your Dad wandered back into the room, Uncle Dean looked up before saying “Come on, let’s meet this Hunter. That should take your mind off things.”

“I’m not mourning her.”You said, putting your phone in your pocket and rising from the bed to gab your jacket. “I’m just…so much has changed for me. When too much happens and I get overwhelmed my go-to is…was…my sister. I’m not mourning. I’m just trying to cope.”

Your Dad nodded seriously, doing his best to understand your situation. “You’ve been through a hell of a lot, kid. You are coping.” He ruffled your hair when you walked past, making you crack a smile.
“See?” He noted your smile “You’ve just gotta keep doing that.”

“Mandy?” Uncle Dean read the Waitresses name-tag “That short for Amanda?”
“Obviously.” You mumbled, realising she’d said it at the same time and sharing a smile with her.
“Can I get you anything?” She asked, smiling at you.
“Just a tea, thanks.” You smiled, ignoring Uncle Dean’s offended stares.
“Hey uh, what’s the wifi password?” Your Dad looked up from his tablet.
“Extra cheese.”
“No thanks I’ll just have normal.” Uncle Dean butted in, not understanding.
“No..that’s the wifi password.”
“And anything for you, handsome?” You almost laughed out-loud when she flirted her way through to Cas, noting down his meal as slowly as possible while she thought of something to say.

When she walked away you chuckled, eyeing Cas’ confused face. He shot you a frown, but you didn’t say anything as you continued to smile. You got your phone out, typing “extra cheese” before…one bar??? You scoffed at the awful wifi,putting your phone away. You wouldn’t get far with that.

“The internet here sucks, but I’ve found some things that might help us with the case. So-” Your Dad began, only to be cut off by Uncle Dean.
“Yeah no one cares. Okay Cas, you’ve gotta get in there. This good be some really good practice for you.”
“Kill me.” You whispered to yourself, sinking into your chair, making your Dd chuckle.
“And the upside? They always smell like food.” Uncle Dean declared, making you grimace: “That’s disgusting…in what uncultured alternate universe is that an upside?” You questioned.
“Food?!” Uncle Dean couldn’t possibly see how it wasn’t an upside.
“Upside? That they smell like food?” Your Dad scrunched up his face in disgust, joining in with your side while Mary sat in between, watching with a tolerant stance. 

“Okay, screens down. Eyes up!” Mary declared, almost making you jump.
“Sorry…” Everyone looked down, sat up straight and shifted awkwardly in their seats.
“Okay. Good.” Mary nodded.
“So uh…You guys have met those fancy Men Of Letters?” Wally asked, although he seemed to be aiming the question at you. Wally was the Hunter who asked for help with the case, he’d contacted Mary who’d brought the four of you into it.
“You mean the British Men Of Letters?”
“I lived with them. So yeah.” You nodded, raising your eyebrows.
“And yet your Dad’s a Winchester?” he was curious, not rude, so you answered him.
“Yeah…My Mum was English so I grew up in Europe.”
“In London?” He seemed fascinated.
“Yep. It’s pretty dull, but foreigners seem to like it.”
“I’ll bet.” 

“Those guys have gadgets, but they kept my Niece from me and they tried to kill my Brother.” Uncle Dean grumbled, you gave a tight smile, feeling like a slight outcast as they spoke about American Hunting as though it deserved it’s own trade mark symbol. You hadn’t realised, but your Dad was eyeing your reactions.

Spraycan in hand, you drew out a circle, adding in the runes and symbols to trap the demon that would hopefully fall into it’s centre. When you stepped back your Dad threw a rug over it and watched as you tied your shoe laces, wondering if he should bring it up or not. To his surprise, you said it instead: “Stay behind me? Don’t do anything stupid? Be safe?” You guessed his words, crossing your arms slightly.

With a disapproving look, he nodded. “What? You say it every time!”

“And I mean it every time!” He retaliated. Only, his voice was more harsh than you thought it would be. You backed up slightly, aware you’d crossed some sort of line.
“…Y/N, I’m sorry…I’m just worried about you…” He looked down guiltily.
“I know…I’m sorry too. I’ll stay behind you guys.” You exclaimed, offering a tight smile. He nodded before saying “Okay, everything’s gonna be just fine.” 

But, it really wasn’t.

After a few minutes of positioning yourselves you decided on your stations- Wally was outside in case he came from a different entrance, Uncle Dean was in the doorway, his gun aimed towards the front door, fully loaded with demon-trap bullets, Dad was at the side of the front door, prepared for a different angle of attack, Cas was behind and Mary to the side. You were next to Mary where she had hand out to stop you from going any nearer towards the door. As much as you appreciated their determination to keep you out of harms way, you were a little irritated by the over protectiveness of everyone. However, you’d told your Dad you’d stay back so that’s exactly what you did.

Seconds after you’d sharpened your knife, a faint whistling could be heard. Everyone shared a look and you all prepared for impact. 
The whistling grew louder and you knew something was wrong. The way he seemed to whistle was too confident, too repetitive. He knew- you were sure of it -he knew you were in there.
Before you had a chance to test this theory, he opened the door, tilting his head at Uncle Dean. “Why the hell are you in my house?” The demon snarled.

Uncle Den fired, ignoring the question, yet, despite the bullet going straight through him, he didn’t seem at all phased. Chuckling slightly he stepped forward, Uncle Dean shot again but nothing happened. There were no signs of pain let alone death. The demon kicked away the carpet, revealing the devil’s trap you’d spray-painted earlier. “Hunters.” He spat. 

In an attempt to rid of the demon, your Dad attacked from behind, digging his demon-blade into the back of his vessel. Again, no result.
The demon opened his mouth to speak, but he changed his mind when his eyes landed on Cas: “Angel”. With a deathly stare he marched straight for Cas, pushing Uncle Dean and Mary out of the way.
He threw Cas to the floor and a fight kicked off. You weren’t sure what was going on with your Dad and Uncle, but by the sounds of it they were occupied with demons of their own.

Focusing on the demon in the room with you, you swung your blade at him, dodging when he tried to hit you back. He threw you to the floor without making contact, a thrust of his hand and you were down. Mary raced over to you, trying to help you back up only soon she was sent backwards as well. “Hiya sweetheart.” The man grinned, his eyes flashing a flaming yellow as he stared down at Mary. 
With Cas back on his feet he distracted the demon, giving you and Mary time to recover. Rising from the floor and ignoring the pain in your hand, which must have been a broken wrist or something, you raced reached out for your blade which had fallen from your grip.

As you managed to grasp hold of it you heard a deafening smash to see Cas being sent crashing through the window out on to the garden. “Run!” Cas managed, shouting at you and Mary.
Mary nodded and grabbed hold of your upper arm, dragging you away from the scene.”I’m not leaving him.” You bitterly declared as you tugged yourself away from her grip, chasing after Cas.

As you raced down the stairs, just dodging a demon as they tried to shove past you. You ignored the shouts of your Dad and Uncle, determined to get to Cas in time.
“Hey!” You shouted. The demon was stood above Cas, holding some sort of spear. When he lowered it towards his body you practically screamed at him to stop, sprinting towards the scene. The weapon stabbed through Castiel’s body, making him cry out in pain. You raced over, attacking the demon with the same defenseless blade because that was all you had- and you had to do something. 

“Y/N…” Cas managed before the sound of a car cut him off. You looked up to see Mary coming to a halt and leaping out of the car. “What happened?” She asked, kneeling down next to you and Cas.
“He stabbed Cas with…I don’t know what it was.” You shook your head, looking about the place in case he was coming back.

“We need to go, we can’t stay here.” You insisted.
“Yes, go” Cas nodded in attempt to keep you both safe. Mary shared a look with you and you grabbed one of Cas’ arms each, heaving him off the ground and into the car.

You sat in the back with him, blood was pouring on your hands, but you kept pressure on his wound, ignoring the river of red. Cas was shivering in your arms, his whole vessel breaking up. “You’re gonna be fine.” You assured him, changing hands on the wound. Orbiting the gash were lots of vein-like black lines slowly seeping their way along his skin. You watched in shock, having never seen anything like it, but made sure your face didn’t show it as not to frighten him.

“Let’s go in here.” Mary suggested, parking just outside some sort of barn house. You nodded, trying your best to help Cas out of the car while still keeping the cloth on his wound.

You and Mary helped Cas into the barn-house, an arm each round your shoulders as you gently laid him on the floor, leaning against an old trough. “Cas, hey come on. Stay with me.” You held his face, looking into him desperately as he struggled to fine his bearings. Mary’s phone rang so she stood up away from you both: “Yeah…take a left and keep going…we’re at an old farm house…yeah she’s with me….she’s fine, but….it’s Cas…”.

Your wrist had bruised slightly, swelling a little. You grimaced slightly at the pain, but focused on Cas. Kneeling down next to him, you felt helpless, you didn’t know what kind of magic that was, but it wasn’t a regular wound. 
“Y/N, come here.” Mary’s stern voice made you pull yourself away from the injured to see what she wanted.

You both turned away from Cas and spoke in hushed voices “How bad is it?” She asked.
“Pretty bad…I’ve never seen anything like it…It’s some sort of magic that’s for sure.”
She sighed and looked down “We need to do something.” 
“I know…I just don’t know what.”

At that moment the door swung open and your Dad and Uncle walked straight over to you both. You pulled your sleeve down over your wrist as not to worry anyone and slipped away from the huddle to check on Cas. 
“Hey, love.” You whispered, feeling your eyes want to cry. You blinked away the urges, smiling comfortingly at him. “Y/N…you’re hurt.” He nodded at your wrist and you almost laughed. 
“Cas, that’s the least of my worries right now.”
He cried out, shouting in agony, his body jolting a little. 

“Cas?!” Uncle Dean’s worried voice grew closer as he knelt down opposite to you. You looked at each other with worried eyes.
“Sam.” He ordered, clearing his throat before adding “Sammy.”

Dad looked towards where you were both crouched over Cas’ wounded body and hurried over. He knelt down next to you, placing one hand gingerly on your back. “Cas..?” His tone of voice said it all. It was bad. And there was nothing you could-

“You idiots. You’re all going to die.”

Looking up, you frowned at the man. It was Crowley- King Of Hell. He stepped forward and looked down at Cas with an unreadable expression. “What happened?” 
“He got stabbed with some sort of silver-tipped spear thing.” You said, not taking your eyes away from his wound. The vein-like structures had grown in length significantly, now curving towards his face along his neck. It was apocalyptic.

“Not a spear, a lance.” Crowley corrected you.
“Hold on a second,” Your Dad rose from his position in thought “Those other demons were yours.”
You frowned.
“They were my demons. Only they were there to keep others out. You should never mess with…” Crowley sighed and paused, considering his next words. “Does the name Ramiel mean anything to you?”
You shook your head, a chorus of “no”’s erupted from the rest interrupted by a “yes”. Turning to look at Cas, he adjusted himself slightly, wincing, “Prince Of Hell.”

You weren’t one hundred percent sure what a Prince Of Hell was, but it didn’t sound good. Crowley explained the story of Ramiel, his offer to give Crowley the throne and his wish to be left alone. When he was finished you asked “Can you help him?”

Crowley shook his head “There is no cure.”

“There has to be! If you can trap Lucifer you fix a wound!” You shouted at him, making him jump at your sudden increase in volume.
“I’m…sorry. But there’s nothing you can do.”

“Help us or get the hell out of here.” Uncle Dean demanded, standing right up against him menacingly.

You stayed next to Cas, leaning against a hay barrel looking defeated. Dad, Mary and Uncle Dean were discussing something about a plan. You got out you blade and sharpened it, contemplating going outside.
“Y/N.” At the mention of your name you rose to your feet, giving Cas a reassuring smile before joining your Father. “Yeah?”
“You ready?”
“Why, what’s the plan?”
“Hit him with all you got.” Uncle Dean crossed his arms proudly.
“But he’s a Prince Of Hell, surely “everything we got” will just go straight through him?” You raised an eyebrow, aware you weren’t being overly optimistic.

“We’ve got to do something.” Mary cleared her throat “And this is that something, if you’ve got a better idea I’d love to hear it.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
“We know,” Dad offered a tight smile “Just be safe.” He squeezed your hand and you turned round to see Cas coughing and spluttering.

“You have to go.” Cas managed, his voice weak yet still of authority.
“Cas…” You didn’t know what else to say.

“I mean it. Save yourselves and run. I love you,” He paused, taking a deep breath “I love all of you. You’re my family.” 
You smiled through teary eyes.
Please. Please don’t let my last moments be spent watching you die.”

Your heart broke and ached at the sight of him. Your mind trailed back to when you’d first met and he healed your foot for you, it was a small and yet kind gesture. He’d used his healing powers for you and you had none to give in return.

“No…Cas. We’re not going anywhere. We’re not leaving you.” Uncle Dean declared decisively. 
“We’re fighting for you Cas.” Dad agreed “And we’re not going to leave you.”

If Dad had anything more to say he was cut off by a crash, you all turned to see Crowley’s body hunched over. He’d been thrown in by…it must have been Ramiel.

As if on cue, his whistle sounded once more as he walked into the barn. “Evening.” He grinned, his eyes falling on you for a second, then to Cas. You stepped closer to Cas, ready to defend him.

Uncle Dean held up his lighter and dropped it, causing a ring of fire to arise round the Prince Of Hell. “Cosy.” Ramiel didn’t seem to be overly phased which made you wonder if he could escape.
“You know we wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t just left me alone.” He snarled. “Anyway,” he glared at all of you “You’ve stolen something from me. if I don’t get that back within thirty seconds…well…we’ll see, won’t we?”
You shared a look of confusion with your Dad,before turning to the rest. “Stolen?” You echoed, trying your best to make it sound like it wasn’t a lie…which no doubt made it sound like a lie. Ramiel nodded “I don’t know which one of you it was, or if it was all of you. But I want it back.” 
He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a pocketwatch, starting the timer. 

“Look, we don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Uncle Dean tried his best, but there was no stopping him now.
“Twenty seconds.”
“I’m serious. No clue.” Uncle Dean’s voice became louder as the tension in the room rose.
“Ten seconds.”
You looked at your Dad, then to Uncle Dean, then to Cas. All of which were waiting on something, looking more and more worried. Your eyes then fell on Mary who was staring back at Ramiel, she seemed to be ignoring your eyes.
You swallowed.
He stepped forward.

Confidently, his hands reached above his head where the Lance appeared through a clouded mist. He slammed it onto the ground, making you almost lose your footing and putting the fire out so he could escape.

Time to fight.

Everyone was instantly on the move, swinging blades and shooting bullets. He wasn’t disturbed by anything. Yet, you still kicked him off Uncle Dean, ducking under his incoming fist.
As you parried to the left, Dad stabbed his back with a demon blade, making Ramiel’s attention turn elsewhere. With his back turned, Mary also stabbed him, only he was fast and had her on the floor in seconds.

You backed away, aware he had the Lance still firmly in his grip. He held it out in front of you, taking it back to swing at you. You twisted your body so it just missed and grabbed hold of the sides, now fighting to take it from his grasp. You struggled as your wrist was still bruised up and no doubt broken in places so your Dad held on too, allowing you to let go to kick Ramiel’s chest, separating him from his weapon.

Your Dad then swung and plunged the blade through his chest. He gasped in pain, stumbling backwards slightly before shouting out. His call fell to nothing as his body crumbled into nothing but a hazy mist of blackness. Everyone relaxed and caught their breath, staring at where Ramiel was just stood.

A series of coughing and spluttering made you all race over to Cas. You knet down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He struggled to take his next breath, his body jolting with spasms. The next series of coughing made some sort of black substance seep through his lips. Gasping for air, his body stiffened.

You stared at him, his eyes becoming more and more lifeless as the seconds went by, everyone else was staring in silence. You then tore your eyes away to see Crowley holding the Lance, he looked up at you, holding your gaze a moment before looking back down at it. He then grasped hold tightly of either side and snapped the handle in two. 

Some sort of blue orb of light erupted from the break, making you look away. It shined so bright the room disappeared from your vision before going back to normality. When you looked down at Cas he was perfectly fine, his face still had a few scratches, but his wounds were healed and there was no sign of infection of any kind.

“It’s all in the rune work.” Crowley broke the silence “Oh..you’re welcome.”

“So that’s it, you’re okay?” Mary asked hesitantly, leaning forward slightly.

“Yes.” Cas nodded slowly before saying “What did he mean…about somebody stealing something?” 

A few seconds of silence broke out when Uncle Dean sighed “Who knows what that crazy man was talking about. Come on, let’s go home.”

On the way back to the Impala, you walked behind the rest, your hand running over your wrist. It had purples splotches over it with red tinges round the edges of them. You din’t notice your Dad fall behind until he spoke “Your wrist okay?”
You nearly jumped when he said so, but cleared your throat before nodding “Yeah…it’ll heal.” 
You tugged your sleeve over it and looked at your feet, paying attention to each step you took. “I’ll get you a bandage when we get back.” Dad offered, trying his best not to keep going on about it and yet remain worried.

“Thank you.”

“How’re you holding up?” He asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and slowing to a halt. This forced you to do the same. 
“I’m…” You chose your words carefully “Okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…I mean, as strange as it sounds hunting kinda helps. It takes my mind of things. 

“Yeah no I get that.” He nodded. You looked over to see Uncle Dean and Mary leaning against Baby, talking about the case no doubt. 

“Has uh…Mick been in contact since last time?” 

You thought about it before shaking your head. “No…he’s been quiet.”

“Too quiet, or just quiet?”

“I don’t know yet… But he’s not stupid. Mr K and Toni are ignorant, but Mick’s brain doesn’t work like that. He’s just insistent.”

Dad nodded, probably clueless as to what he could say.

“They never had intentions of keeping me as part of the Men Of Letters. A few changed their minds over time….especially when…when Max died. Mick was one of the only ones who kept the promise of letting me go.” When you noticed your Dad’s face you added “I’m not defending him. I’m just…I don’t know…”

“No, that’s okay. I get what you’re saying. We just don’t particularly trust them.” Dad explained.

“Yeah…frankly they don’t trust each other so it’s a wise decision.”

He chuckled halfheartedly, before sighing. “So you’re okay with this? With being moved to another country…another continent…with a new family…It must be a lot to take in.” Dad empathised. It made sense that he was talking about this now, you probably wouldn’t have opened up as much when you first met. 

“There’s no hunting in England. Everything’s surveyed…I never really did much field work until now-”
“Really? You’re a pretty impressive Hunter for someone who hasn’t done so before.”
“They train you pretty good. Plus Mum let me hunt with her sometimes.” You smiled at the memory. Whenever Mum got a whiff of a possible Hunt you’d practically beg to go with her. “If I stayed in England, then I wouldn’t even have a family…It’s better here…even if you guys don’t have Marmite.”
Your Dad threw you a funny look and you couldn’t help but smile. “What?” He frowned, a smirk growing on his lips.
“Hey don’t look at me, you love it or you hate it.” You chuckled, turning to head back to the Impala.

What?” He followed you like a dog, curious to what you were talking about.

“You guys don’t have jaffa cakes either..” Your mind was now going through a list of food you hadn’t seen in a while.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dad admitted, but he was enjoying your ramble none the less.
“Or curry…how can you not have curry?!”
Your Dad was grinning at you,his eyebrows raised as you mumbled to yourself- your face screwed up in thought “And Yorkshire’s! How could I forget Yorkshires..”

Part 13- Trust


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A/N: I’ve been so so busy which is why this Part is a little late…sorry, loves. Pls forgive me uwu
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hello, so i just hit another k which is absolutely insane!! To show you guys how thankful I am I thought I would make a follow forever. It’s also very fitting for the start of s4 and you should def follow all of these blogs underneath to experience season 4 as best as you can (:

firstly some individual thank yous and appreciations:

@evakviigmoon delia, you were the first one to make an effort and actually talk to me and help me with my many many problems. You were always there when I needed to talk to someone! 3 Months later and we are still talking to each other, I am incredibly grateful for you!! 

@cuddlyevak dora, if it weren’t for the evenbechnet I don’t think we would have ever started to talk to each other! I can still remember how we started to talk about fan videos at 3am in the morning when we were almost the only ones in the chat! Without you I wouldn’t have survived this hiatus. We talk to each other every day and keep each other updated. I am forever grateful for you!

@evenbechnet you guys are the best ever! I know we don’t talk as much as we used to and maybe we lost some people along the way but I am so so glad that I am a part of this network. Every single one of you is incredibly talented, kind and worthy of everything. Thank you Faiza and Daf for creating this network!!!

@littlespooneven & @skamz both of you are incredibly kind and considerate. I remember both of you sending me a little drabble of isak and even when i felt down and it honestly made my whole day. 

@tarjeisandvik we only just started to talk to each other, but you are honestly so funny and I enjoy talking to you a lot! You make incredible gifs (THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL OKAY!!!) and you make me think about stuff I didn’t thought about before!

@dpms​ person (i know who you are but we are gonna keep it to ourselves) I am honestly so damn thankful for you! You are incredible, you really sent me everyday another movie suggestion like I am in absolute awe (i already told my best friend about you and she loves you) and you are also very fun to talk to! 

There are a lot more people I talk to and appreciate but it would have gotten way too long!! Just know if i EVER talked to you (even if it was just something small like hi how are you or we interacted via tags or anything like that) I appreciate you so so so much!! 

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Hi guys!!

So Alisha and I have put this off for a while now because, in the end, it is really nobody’s business but ours, but with certain things still happening, we both have decided to let you guys know so that this becomes a little easier on us.

Due to a huge amount of things going on with both of us right now, which neither of us want to get into—and please respect that—we aren’t dating anymore. There’s no blame to be thrown around, no bad feelings, or anything like that at all. You can clearly see we’re both okay, and we are still really close friends and are going to remain that way, which is really important to both of us.

This isn’t meant to be dramatic or for it to become some big thing, and it is personal, but we did share this with you from the beginning, so please just take the time to read this before sending us asks about it. Ideally, please refrain from doing so, because while I’m sure that the messages won’t be ill-intentioned, it may still end up making us upset or uncomfortable. So please respect our privacy and our right to not want to share certain information publicly or with certain people. I mean this in the kindest way, but the decision and the process is our business, not yours.

That being said, business as usual will resume! We’re not gonna stop tagging each other and I won’t stop kinkshaming her for her scaley fetish and we’re still the same people we always were. Please just respect our wishes! Thank you for reading this if you cared, and if you couldn’t give a shit, feel free to scroll on. Thank u!

Learning To Love - Bucky Barnes

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (written in 1st person)

Word Count: 5693 (this is long as fuck I’m sorry hahaha)

Warnings: there is some smut at the end just fyi

A/N: I wrote this as kind of a prequel to Civil War, because I always wondered what Bucky had been up to all that time after Winter Soldier. 

Part 2

At the end of winter soldier the reader (who’s basically Tony’s adoptive daughter) stubbornly tags along with Bucky. She knows Bucky’s not a bad person because Steve had told her about him, she knows he’d doing this because of what Hydra made him. She feels sorry for him and wants to help him get rid of “the winter soldier”

*2 years ago/right after tws*

‘I thought I was supposed to lay low, how is this laying low?’ I rolled my eyes as the brunette standing next to me pulled his hat further down to cover his face. ‘First thing about running from people: don’t run, walk.’ I told him. ‘Fine, then why don’t we walk the hell away from here?’ He replied with a sigh. ‘You wanna remember who you really are?’ I asked him as I crossed my arms over my chest. Bucky sighed deeply but nevertheless nodded his head. ‘Great, then this is the place to start. Come on.’ I said as I walked inside the museum. It was less crowded today, luckily. Even though Bucky was wearing a mask half the time he was killing people, he nor I were going to risk anybody recognizing him. ‘That’s the man I pulled out of the river.’ He said pointing up at a picture of Steve. I nodded my head. ‘Everything he said was true, he was your best friend. Look.’ I said nodding down at video playing of them smiling and laughing at the camera. ‘Is…that me?’ Bucky gasped leaning slightly closer towards the screen. ‘Sergeant James Bunchanan Barnes.’ I smiled. ‘I don’t remember any of this…’

‘You will, I promise.’


‘I still think we should look for a place outside of town…You know, I let you come with me I should at least get to pick to place.’ Bucky muttered as his eyes scanned across the people walking among the streets. ‘We’re in Bucharest, Bucky. No one’s going to find us.’ I chuckled. ‘And besides, this is the cheapest place we’ll find, trust me. It’s not like I have a lot of money on me. And you have none, so…’ I added. ‘Let’s just get inside.’ Bucky sighed, scanning the place one last time before entering the building. It was probably instinct. Always being alert for threats. I scrunched my nose as I looked up the many stairs we had to climb. ‘They could’ve at least afforded an elevator.’ I pouted. ‘You chose this place.’ Bucky told me. ‘Yeah, yeah.’ I sighed as I started climbing the stairs. 

When we finally reached our floor I grabbed the key from my pocket and opened the door. ‘Home sweet home.’ I sang walking inside. It wasn’t much, the living area and kitchen we’re practically in one room. There were two doors which I assumed lead to the bedroom and the bathroom. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make this place look homey in no time.’ I smiled. I’d placed my hand on Bucky’s arm in the process but he backed out of my touch without thinking twice. I tried not to look hurt, I get that he didn’t trust me, why would he trust anyone? But I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel a certain way. After we left the museum and began our journey away from the people wanting to lock Bucky up, he stopped talking to me. Put a wall up all around him. After a while I would get some short, rude answers but that was mostly it. He wasn’t all about me tagging along on his trip, but I was dedicated to creating a better life for this man. When he finally realised he wasn’t getting rid of me, he’d let part of his wall down. I was still the one who did the talking between the two of us, but I caught glimpses of a smile now and then whenever I said something stupid. And now we were here, from now on my first mission was to gain his trust. Which I knew was going to be very hard.

‘I’ll do some shopping in the morning, stack up on some stuff.’ I said. Bucky only nodded, he slid his bag off his shoulder and placed it on the kitchen counter. I decided to check out the two other rooms in the house, the bathroom was small, as expected. There was a toilet, a shower that had no shower curtain (brilliant) and a sink. Dammit, not even a bathtub. I closed that door and opened the one next to it. I let out a sigh. ‘Shit.’

‘What is it?’ Bucky questioned from behind me. I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I looked at the room. There were only two pieces of furniture. A closet and a twin bed. When I didn’t respond to Bucky’s question, he dropped what he was doing and walked across the room. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked again as he stood behind me and looked over my shoulder and into the room. A small ‘oh’ left his mouth. ‘I forgot to ask…’ I admitted quietly. ‘That’s alright, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s fine.’ Bucky shrugged. I sighed and turned around. ‘No it’s not. It’s my fault I should…’

‘Kate. I’m sleeping on the couch. That’s final.’ Bucky said. I shouldn’t argue with him, I’ve only known him so long and he’s only just found out who he really is. He could flip out at any moment and bash my head in with that metal hand of his. ‘How about we take turns?’ I suggested with a shrug. ‘Okay.’


To say that our first night at our secret dungeon (that’s what I’m calling it now) was awkward, was a serious understatement. There was an awkward dinner that consisted of sandwiches. An awkward encounter when we both wanted to enter the bathroom to get ready for bed. ‘Oh, eh, you go, it’s fine.’ – ‘No, no, Bucky, you go. I’ll change in the bedroom.’

And now I was awkwardly standing by the window, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on the TV screen, a frown plastered on his handsome face. ‘I eh, think I’m gonna head off to bed…’ I spoke. Bucky turned his head away from the screen. ‘Okay.’ He said before looking back. ‘Well…goodnight?’ I wasn’t supposed to come out as a question, I’m stupid. This is not what I had planned when I decided to run away with him. Well, technically I stalked him and forced him to let me tag along but still. I don’t know what I was expecting, some kind of Romeo and Juliet love story? I don’t know. Bucky tore his gaze of the TV once again. ‘Goodnight.’ I cracked a smile before walking over to the bedroom and closing the door behind me. This was gonna be a long journey… I laid down on the mattress which was about a 0.5 compared to my mattress back at home. Home. Tony. Why did I leave him again? He must be freaking out. Maybe I should’ve left a note or something when I stopped to pick up some clothes… No. He would somehow trace me back here. They’d have Bucky locked up… Will I even be able to help Bucky? Is he fixable? Did I make a mistake? Oh god.

I couldn’t find sleep that night, I missed my home. I missed Tony and Pepper. But I couldn’t leave now, where would I go? If I leave what will become of Bucky? I don’t know how long I’d been staring at the ceiling, memorizing every spot on it. That’s when I heard the screams. I jumped up with wide eyes. I ran towards the window and gazed outside, expecting to see someone getting stabbed. But the streets were empty. Another scream. And that’s when I realized that sound was coming from the living room, from Bucky. I was suddenly very aware of how cold it was in here. My sleeping gear existed of one of Tony’s t-shirts that reach mid-thigh on me because I’m midget. Goosebumps covered my bare legs as I made my way across the room and opened the door. ‘No…please don’t…’ The vulnerability in Bucky’s voice made all my thoughts about leaving float away in an instant. ‘I don’t…please…stop…’

I walked towards the sofa, the TV was still on. Bucky was on the couch, his shirt on the floor next to him. My eyes widened slightly at the sight of his shirtless torso. Holy moley did he look like something that came straight of my fantasies. His broad chest was rising and falling heavily. I frowned when he started muttering words under his breathe, I couldn’t understand them, because it was in Russian. I jumped and squeaked when another scream left his mouth. I quickly crouched down on the floor next to him and shook his shoulder. ‘Bucky? Bucky! Wake up!’ I called. It didn’t work, he just kept twisting and turning in his sleep, muttering things in Russian. If he didn’t wake up he was going to wake the neighbours… I assumed we had neighbours… ‘Bucky!’ I called, a little louder this time, but it didn’t seem to help. I bit my lower lip before deciding to do this the hard way. I got up from my crouching position and jumped onto the couch, placing each of my legs on each side of his waist. ‘Bucky!’ I yelled shaking his shoulders once again. ‘Bucky wake up!’ I yelled. His blue eyes shot open, within a second I was across the room against the wall. I coughed for air as I pushed my body up with my arms. Bucky was looking around the room before his gaze landed on me. His eyes widened and he jumped up from the couch. ‘Oh my god, Kate! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry.’ He rambled as he hurried towards me and helped me get up to my feet, not keeping his touch on me for longer than necessary. I forced a smile onto my lips. ‘It’s fine, I shouldn’t have…’ I shrugged. ‘Did I hurt you?’ He questioned. I shook my head, still smiling. ‘No, I’m fine.’ I lied. ‘Okay…well, thank you for waking me, I guess…I’m sorry.’

‘You don’t have to apologize Buck… It’s fine. I’m gonna go back to bed, okay?’ I said. Bucky nodded before walking back towards the couch and sitting down. I walked across the room but instead of entering the bedroom and walked into the bathroom. I closed the door before turning towards the mirror and pulling my shirt over my head. I turned around and looked over my shoulder to see the purple mark forming across my shoulder blade.


‘I’m glad you decided to tag along today.’ I smiled as I pushed the shopping cart forward. We’d been here for about 6 months now, I got some small jobs here and there to get us some money, and I was finally starting to see glimpses of a new Bucky. Or maybe the old Bucky, I couldn’t know because obviously I didn’t know him back then. ‘Yeah well, I’m kind of tired of sitting around that dump all day.’ Bucky replied with half a smile. ‘Hey! I did my best to make it homey!’ I pouted. ‘But you’re right…it’s still a dump.’ I shrugged causing Bucky to chuckle. I lived for moments like this. Once I was fully comfortable around Bucky, even though he was still way behind on that, I allowed myself to let my guard down and act like I normally would at home. Which included doing stupid things and saying stupid things. I noticed Bucky would crack a smile or on a good day even chuckle when I did something like that. It was rare and I treasured every single time it happened. I once even got him to laugh when I walked into the wall. Sometimes I do or say something stuff like that just to see that smile of his. ‘Do we need milk?’ Bucky asked, stopping the cart and so also me. ‘With the amount of cereal you it? Hell yeah.’ I said. Bucky reached out hand and placed two bottles of milk in the cart. ‘Mommy, look, that lady got hurt.’ A high pitched voice spoke from behind me. I turned around to see a little girl and her mother. The mother shot her daughter a stern look before looking at me, she lowered her gaze to where her daughter must’ve pointed earlier and raised her eyebrows. I looked down to see my shirt had ridden up a bit so the bruises along my hips were visible. You could clearly see the fingerprints in the bruises. I looked up at the woman with slightly widened eyes. ‘It’s not what it looks like.’ I chuckled awkwardly. I know what she was probably thinking. I allowed those unholy thoughts to enter my mind for a split second, oh boy. ‘What’s going on?’ Bucky questioned as he appeared next to me. The woman looked at him, back at my bruises and back up at him, she shook her head and muttered something under her breathe before walking away. ‘What happened?’ Bucky asked, still confused. I quickly pulled my shirt down and searched my brains for a lie. Bucky noticed my sudden action and raised one of his eyebrows. He reached out one hand to lift my shirt up again. ‘Kate…’ He gasped looking up at me with wide eyes. ‘Are these from me?’ He asked. I nodded with a sigh. ‘How many of these do you have?’ He asked. I shrugged. ‘It’s nothing, let’s just go.’ I said pushing the cart towards the check out.

Once we were back home I placed the milk in the fridge. Luckily Bucky hadn’t brought of the whole thing from back at the store. ‘I’m gonna go change real quick.’ I said making my way towards the bathroom. I stripped down to my underwear and let out a scream when the door suddenly opened and Bucky walked in. ‘What the hell, Bucky!’ I yelled. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. In any other situation I would’ve felt violated if not harassed, but Bucky didn’t care about the fact that I was half naked, at least it didn’t seem like he did. He was looking at the many bruises that covered my body. I know I should’ve learned from the first time I woke him from a nightmare. But I couldn’t handle him suffering like that. ‘I don’t want you to wake me anymore…’ He whispered, not able to look away from what he did. ‘Bucky…I don’t care. I know you can’t help it. I just don’t want you to suffer.’ I sighed. ‘I will not hurt you anymore. You came here to help me, this can’t be how I repay you.’ Bucky replied with a shake of his head. ‘If I have another nightmare, you just throw things at my head but you stay away from me. You don’t know what I could do to you.’ He said and with that he left the room.

But when his screams filled my ears again that night, I jumped up and ran towards the bedroom. I ran inside and practically threw myself on top of Bucky. ‘Bucky! Wake up! It’s just a dream! Wake up!’ I yelled. He gasped for air as he jumped up. Instinct told him I was the closest threat, I let out a grunt as his fingers dug into the flesh of my bare thighs ready to throw me off. But he didn’t. I watched his gaze soften and so did his grip. ‘I thought I told you not to wake me.’ He frowned. ‘You told me to throw things at your head. So I did.’ I shrugged. ‘Me.’

‘Katie…’ He began with a shake of his head. My breathe skipped at the sound of my nickname. He’d never called me Katie before. Not once. It was always Kate. He noticed my sudden reaction, and then himself seemed to realize to pretty compromising position we were in. Yet he didn’t move away, or push me away. For a few minutes we just sat there in silence. Bucky still seemed to be recovering from his dream as his naked chest was still rising and falling heavily. ‘Do you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep?’ I asked him, my voice sounding rather hoarse for some reason. ‘I don’t know.’ He replied quietly. I nodded. ‘Do you mind if I try something?’ I asked him, careful not to push his boundaries. ‘Okay.’ He replied with a slight nod. ‘Okay.’ I breathed and climbed off him so I sat next to him. ‘Sit up.’ I instructed him. He did as I told him to, he sat up straight and I moved over so I was sitting behind him on my knees. Only two months ago Bucky wouldn’t even touch me unless it was necessary. Now what the hell am I doing? ‘What are you doing?’ He asked me quietly. ‘Trying to help you relax, you can always tell me to stop. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.’ I said. ‘Okay.’

I took a deep breathe before allowing myself to run my fingers through his brown locks. He stirred at the touch at first, causing me to freeze. ‘Bucky?’ I questioned. ‘I’m fine. Keep going.’ He replied. I ran my hand through his hair again, twisting a lock around my finger and releasing it again. I repeated this action with one hand while the other casually ran through his hair, massaging his scalp. I smiled when I literally felt Bucky melt under my touch. I wondered how long it had been since someone took care of him like this. I leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to the top of Bucky’s head as my hands travelled lower to his shoulders. I couldn’t help but feel a certain way when I felt his muscles under my hands. Bucky let out a sigh as I rubbed all of the fear, stress, tension, whatever it was, out. He leaned back against me, pressing his body to mine as I continued to kneed his shoulders. ‘Is this okay?’ I asked, the last thing I wanted was to push him or make him uncomfortable. ‘Yes…please don’t stop.’ He whispered. My jaw dropped when I heard a strangled moan coming from Bucky’s mouth as my thumbs reached a certain spot across his shoulder blades. The sound stirred something in my stomach, I bit my lip to hold back any sound.

‘Thank you, doll…’ That nickname did erupt a moan from me. I quickly smacked my hand over my mouth. Shit. I carefully looked down, Bucky didn’t seem freaked out. If anything, he was smiling. ‘I still got it.’ He chuckled causing me to gasp and smack his shoulder. He laughed as he turned around to face me. ‘I like it when you laugh.’ I admitted shyly. He smiled and held my hands in his. ‘Thank you, for everything.’ He said. ‘That’s okay.’ I whispered. My heart was pounding at maybe a hundred miles per hour, and got even faster once he started leaning towards me. ‘You can tell me to stop, doll.’

‘Please don’t.’

He smiled and closed the gap between us. He seemed hesitant at first, but soon grew more confident and pulled me closer. ‘You’re quite amazing, you know that?’ He muttered.

One year ago

It was 4 o’clock in the morning and I was fast awake. The sun was far from coming up. I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted to be awake. The weight of Bucky’s arm around me was prove that I wasn’t dreaming. Even though this had been going on for about four months, I still couldn’t believe it. True, it went unbearably slow. We kissed, it had gotten more heated once or twice but he never wanted to take it further. I never asked why, I always knew I was going to need to give him time. I was more than glad to have come this far. True enough as a young woman I did have my needs, and I knew Bucky did too. But the size of this apartment didn’t really allow me to take care of stuff myself. I shouldn’t be thinking about it, the more I thought about it the worse it got. Any healthy young woman would feel the same way living with Bucky. I mean, come on, he is truly a gift from the gods.

A small noise from Bucky caught my attention, he didn’t have the major frequent nightmares anymore, not since I stayed with him at night. Though once in a while a nightmare would occur. But when I heard my name roll of his tongue, I knew it wasn’t a nightmare. His grip around my waist tightened and I felt his hot breath on my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, keep it together, keep it together… A strangled moan left his mouth and I bit hard on my lower lip trying not to make a sound. ‘Katie…’ He muttered and scooted even closer. My once pounding heart, now stopped. He was hard. Shit. Really not helping Barnes. I buried my face into my pillow as he started moving his hips, looking for some kind of friction. I was slowly losing my mind. Did I mind it? Hell no. Did I want him to pin me against the wall and fuck me relentlessly? Hell yes. But was he also fast asleep? Yes…

Nevertheless he was in need of some help. And help me God so was I. I turned around and moved so I was straddling his waist. I moved my hips along with his, a long needed friction I happily welcomed. I leaned forward. ‘James…wake up.’ I suddenly felt his hands ghost over my bare thighs and when I pulled back I was met with his blue orbs. There was so much lust in his eyes, he could have me undone with one look. ‘Am I dreaming?’

‘Not anymore.’ I smiled. ‘I need you, Katie.’

I moaned loudly. A growl sounded from the back of his throat as he suddenly sat up capturing my lips with his in a heated, passionate kiss. ‘I need you so bad, doll.’

‘Then have me.’ I replied breathlessly. I was down on my back in no time. His lips and hands all over me, driving me insane. ‘As much as I like this shirt on you…I fear it’s gonna have to go…’ He muttered as his hand was already pushing the material upwards. I giggled childishly as I struggled to get it over my head. ‘Now this seems rather unfair…’ I smirked as I was now bare before him wearing nothing but my panties while he was still in his shorts. I used my leg to flip us back over and he looked up at me with surprised eyes. ‘Gotta have them thighs of betrayal.’ I winked before wrapping my hands around the hem of his shorts and pulling them down.

I didn’t mean to ogle him the way I was. But I just had to admire him for a moment as he laid here naked before me. Pure muscle under tanned skin. ‘Doll, this isn’t gonna last long if you’re gonna keep staring at me like that.’ He said and I quickly removed my gaze, blushing. ‘Katie…’ He whispered causing me to look back up at him. The look in his eyes had me ruined. It was almost pleading, as if he was suffering, and I was the only remedy. I gulped and collected all my courage as I got off the bed and stood in front of him. He looked at me confused. I smirked before turning around and letting my hands roam over my own body. I swayed my hips as I slowly removed the last piece of clothing I was wearing. ‘Doll, please…’ Bucky moaned behind me. I couldn’t see his face but I knew he was a mess. I turned around grinning. ‘Tell me what you want, sergeant.’ The new title ruined him completely, barely able to form words. ‘You, Kate, for the love of god please…’

I moved back onto the bed and straddled his hips. A silent moan left my lips as I lowered myself onto him. ‘Fuck, baby.’ He groaned as his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs. Seeing him like this underneath me, bare and vulnerable, made me realize how much I loved him. I smiled and moved my hips faster, Bucky began to match my trusts, bucking his hips every time I came down on him.

I could see he was holding back, letting me control the pace. ‘Buck….let go. Please…’ I begged. He groaned and flipped us back over before ramming back into me. ‘Oh god!’ I actually screamed and I was certain our neighbours would not be happy with us. My hands clawed at his back as he chased the release we both so desperately craved. ‘I love you, doll. So fucking much.’ He whispered in my ear. I wanted to reply, telling him that I loved him more than anything in this world. But I couldn’t speak as my orgasm washed over me, depriving me of words. Bucky collapsed on top of me, I lazily ran my hand through his hair as we both tried to catch our breathe. ‘I love you too, James. I love you.’ I muttered after a few minutes. He looked up at me and his blue eyes looked surprised. ‘You do?’ He asked. I smiled and nodded. ‘Yes.’ He grinned childishly and sweetly kissed my lips before laying down next to me and pulling me close to him.


‘I can feel you staring. Staring is rude.’ I muttered, still half asleep. Even though my eyes were closed, I knew Bucky rolled his eyes just then. ‘Are you okay?’ He asked me. ‘Of course I am.’ I replied burying my head deeper into my pillow. Why is he such a morning person. ‘I hurt you again… you’re bruised.’ He whispered as I felt his fingertips ghost over my bare thighs. ‘I don’t mind. These are different.’ I shrugged. ‘They look exactly the same to me.’

I forced myself to open my eyes and look up at him. I sighed and propped my body up with my elbow. ‘They are different. These are the kinky kind of bruises, they’re cool.’ I grinned. Bucky shot me a glare. ‘You know how I feel about hurting you.’ He sighed. I smiled slightly and leaned forward to press my lips to his. ‘It’s okay, Bucky. I’m fine, I’m happy.’ I told him. ‘I just have one question you though.’ I said laying back down. ‘Was that your first time since the 40’s?’

‘That bad ha?’ Bucky chuckled as he also dropped his head on his pillow again. ‘No, you idiot! I was just wondering…’ I shrugged. ‘I don’t think sex was on HYDRA’s list for things they wanted the winter soldier to do.’ Bucky said as he reached his hand out to play with a strand of my hair.


“Eleven Wakandans were among those killed between a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last month.” I sighed as I dragged my gaze away from the screen. My friends were once again on TV. They were going after Rumlow, and they got him, but not without casualties. I faintly recognized the girl who blew up half a building, I saw her once or twice during the whole Ultron thing. I knew her name was Wanda, and that she lost her twin brother in Sokovia. I wanted to go out there and help them…But I couldn’t. I hated myself for leaving them without saying goodbye or anything, but they somehow would’ve figured out where I went and with who. I wouldn’t be surprised if Steve already figured it out, I know for certain he’s looking for Bucky. But he doesn’t want to be found, so I help keep it that way. They could also think I was dead, it was a pretty long fall I must admit.

But nothing broke my heart more than watching the press conference they did not so long after the whole thing in Washington. We had just arrived in Bucharest. Seeing Tony broke my heart into a thousand pieces.

“She’s not dead. I searched that whole river myself. She’s out there. I don’t know whether someone has her, or whether she ran away, but I will find her. I will find my little girl.”

The screams that sounded through the small apartment I was currently standing in ripped my attention from those painful memories. I dropped my coffee mug and run into the small bedroom. I threw myself onto the bed. ‘Bucky! Bucky, hey it’s alright! Bucky? Wake up baby, it’s okay! You’re safe!’ He jumped up, almost knocking me off the bed in the process. His eyes quickly searched the room scanning it for threats like they always did. It was a habit I was not yet able to get out of him. I bit my tongue trying not to show the pain as his fingers dug into the flesh of my arm holding on for dear life. It must have been a really bad nightmare, the last time I got bruised after waking him up was over a year ago. ‘Buck?’ I whispered. His big frightened eyes found mine. ‘You okay?’ I asked him. He shook his head. ‘This one was different…’ He muttered, his eyes scanning the room once more. Normally his nightmares were memories of his time with hydra, memories of how they tortured him to create the perfect obeying killing machine. ‘What was it about?’ I questioned. His hands let go of my arm, I quickly moved them so he wouldn’t see the marks he’d left. He always hated himself for that. Instead his hands went around my back to pull my body closer to his. I crawled onto his lap which seemed to have become my usual spot for whenever he was upset. Whatever made him feel better. I draped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his brown locks which I knew he loved. ‘They…were here. They found us. There were so many of them…I heard them come in, then I heard you scream…they killed you. They took me…’

‘Shh, baby, it’s alright. We’re safe. It was just a dream…’ I whispered. ‘What if they do find us?’ He asked pulling back so he could look at me. I could tell the thought genuinely scared him. I smiled and gently cupped his cheek in my hand. ‘Then we’ll run. I won’t let them get you, James.’ I whispered. He smiled slightly and nodded. ‘Come one, I made you breakfast.’ I said as I climbed off the bed and made my way back to the living room and into the kitchen. ‘What happened?’ I heard Bucky question, he was probably watching the TV. ‘This Rumlow guy I don’t know if you remember him from back in Washington… they went after him. They got him, but a butload of other people got hurt in the process. King T-Chaka of Wakanda was not pleased at all. His people were killed on foreign grounds.’ I sighed as I turned around and walked towards him with his plate full of food. ‘Now they want them to sign this thing called the ‘Sokovia accords.’ It means the avengers will no longer be a private organisation. Instead a united nation’s panel will decide when and where they are needed.’ I said. ‘Will they do it?’ Bucky asked me. I shrugged. ‘I know Steve won’t. I don’t know…’ I sighed lowering myself onto the couch. Bucky took a seat next to me. ‘Listen… maybe you should go.’ He said. I turned my head to him confused. ‘I’m not gonna leave you.’ I frowned. ‘You should at least go figure out what’s going on.’ He shrugged. I sighed and shook my head. ‘They’ve done fine without me so far. I honestly don’t think me being there would make any difference. Besides maybe giving Tony a heart attack.’ I chuckled.

I shook my head again. ‘It’s too great a risk. I can’t let them find you.’


I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel on top of my head to dry my freshly washed hair. I found a note on the door form Bucky saying he went out to get some food. I smiled and made my way into the living room. Something on the TV caught my attention so I raised the volume. “A bomb hidden in a news van destroyed the UN building in Vienna. Over 70 have been injured, at least 12 are dead including Wakanda’s king T-Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. The infamous hydra agent linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations. Anyone who has information..”

The rest of the sentence died off as I threw my towel across the room and ran towards the door making my way outside. I know today was the market I always used to go to, so I figured Bucky would be there. It was only a block away. I arrived and looked around the herd of people. I sighed in relief when I noticed Bucky with the paper in his hand. I quickly ran over to him. Of course the cover of the paper was an article about the Winter Soldier bombing the UN building in Vienna. He looked over at me and he knew that I knew. ‘Come one, let’s go get our stuff and get out of here.’ I said grabbing his hand and dragging him with me. ‘Can they find me here?’ He questioned looking around worriedly. ‘Trust me, they’ll find out. We have to move.’ I sighed.

‘You go ahead, I’m gonna go dump my phone.’ I said, Bucky nodded before running up the stairs. I went back outside, dropped my phone on the ground and jumped on it a few times making sure it was dead. I checked my surroundings, but everything seemed clear so I quickly ran inside and up the stairs. ‘Okay Buck. Just like we practised…We move fast and we…Steve? Oh crap.’

two different eyes

Pairing: dean x sister! Reader Sam x sister! Reader

Request: Hi! Could I request a sis fic with both brothers where the reader has two different eye colors. One eye is green and the other is brown. Real thing my neighbor has it haha. Anyways she always grew up being known as the odd Winchester and was even made fun of for it at school. Now that she’s a young adult she has come to accept it but one day when a hunter made fun of it to her she gets insecure again and the brothers try to say how cool and beautiful it looks on her. Thanks so much!

A/N: I really like the story how it turned out. It is a great idea. I really happy to wrights it and to let you guys know that your special in you own way

You are not so different from your brothers beside your eyes. You love rock and pie just like dean, and you love reading and doing research just like Sam. But your eyes where different. You had one brown eye and the other was green. You always said that you was dean and Sam in one body.

But in every good thing is a bad thing in being different. When you where younger you always get bullied because of your eyes. Every time when you where in a new school they always looked at you if there is something wrong with you. In the begin you always thought that they were just jealous but when there was a group of bullies waiting outside for you, you thought different about it.

You became older and you didn’t have to go to school anymore but you begun hunting. You and your brothers where hunting every supernatural being. After you get older you liked your eyes. You thought it look beautiful even It is a little different.

You and your brothers where looking on the computer for looking for a case until Dean get a call. It looked that we need to help a hunter. You already had you duffel bag pack so you was ready. You rode to Indiana for a werewolf hunt.

The hunter that needed help was Thomas. You didn’t like him at all but if he need help you help him. He is a friend of your brothers. you meted up with him in a local dinner in Indiana.

“so there we have the Winchester.” He said when he stood up to hug your brothers. he didn’t hug you because you two hated each other.

“what do you got.” Dean said and Thomas explained to him. You listened but you wanted to triad not to hurt him. You hated him so much because you almost died on a hunt with him if your overprotective brothers not where here you would properly die.

Thomas looked at you the whole time, It became annoying. “what do you want? Stop staring at me!” you said.

“I just remembered how weird it looks to have two different eye color.” He said with a smirk. That was it the last drop. You walked out the diner and walking to the impala. You brothers came short after that.

“hey, what is going on?” dean said.

“I not going to help him. I want to go to the motel.” You said and get in the backseat. Sam and dean looked at each other and nodded. They knew how you feel.

You where in the motel room. The first thing you did was dropping your duffel bag and jumped in the bed and placed your face in the pillow. Sam and dean where sitting next to and rubbed your back.

“hey, you know that different is special.” Dean said but he didn’t get any answer.

“he is right. We are not normal.”he said and make a funny face.” so we are different and whatever what people are thinking your beautiful in your own way. “ you sat up and looked at your brothers.

“come here you.” Dean said and hugged you. Sam did the same. “hey, and if there anything happened you say it. Im going to punch that dick for you because no one may say that to my beautiful little sister. Even she is different because of her eyes she is still beautiful.”

tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @attackonjackson @evyiione @percussiongirl2017 @saveprettydays

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flyingsuits-blog-blog  asked:

Wasn't there a fic with KIC victor and yuuri and ATWAS victor and yuuri where the ice skated......did I just dream that? O.o

nope yeah that was definitely a thing that happened!!! lololol

actually i saw that some people in the tags were confused so let me take this opportunity to break it down:

cf = centripetal force
kic = kings in couture
michael = wanted: skating lessons
atwas = all the world’s a stage

@actualyuuri wrote cf!victor meeting kic!yuuri at a starbucks in manhattan where cf!yuuri finds them, where they run into michael!victor. meanwhile, kic!victor is riding in his town car when he passes by rockefeller center and spies michael!yuuri skating on the ice rink. thinking that it’s actually kic!yuuri, he jumps out of the car and approaches him, only for their interaction to be interrupted by the arrival of atwas!victor and atwas!yuuri and atwas!yuuri no. 2, their child. 

…it’s simple, really