Some of these will not apply to many people so pls take them with a grain of salt. Also I’ve been collecting these pretty much for the two years I’ve been in college so it’s not a guide, they’re just… random I guess.
Warning - specially tailored for super shy people aka me
There’s a thing called the ‘first week window of endless oportunities’. It’s when groups are still forming and everyone’s desperate to make friends. This is the time to put your best self forward (I’m not saying be fake, just a little extra friendly).
Leave. Your. Door. Open. Do it. Even if you have a roommate. Best way to make friends the first week.
Actually get out of your room. You’re not going to meet many people if you hole up in your room. If you have a tv room or people are watching a movie, I don’t care if you’re not interested in what they’re watching, go.
If you have the balls to go to the room nextdoor and introduce yourself then you probably can skip this section by all means do it!
But if you don’t, going from door to door asking for help with your laundry takes a lot less courage + you will learn how to do laundry. Asking to borrow something (pencil, hair tie, hair dryer) also works.
If you’re staying at a residence hall, ask to sit with people at lunch! Nobody is going to say no, i promise.
Similarly if you see someone alone, ask them to have lunch with you!
Also if you meet someone you get along with, as soon as you can, ask for their number ‘so you can go to the dinning hall together’.
Remember people’s names - it makes people feel like you actually care about them. I know it’s hard but make an effort. Also it just gets annoying when someone asks about your name for the fourth time. Use mnemonics if you have to.
Asking what someone’s major is and where they’re from is standard procedure when you meet them but it doesn’t make for an interesting conversation. Think of other questions!
Make sure to arrive about 10 min early to your classes. There’ll be very few people and so it’ll be easier to strike up a conversation (actually people will probably talk to you without you having to say anything which is g r e a t)
Say yes - as a rule of thumb, your social life should prevail over your academic life the first two weeks. This is the time where you’re not really pressed for time. Say yes to watching movies, say yes to going to lunch, say yes to going to campus events (and even to parties). Obviously don’t do anything that makes you really unconfortable but do try to step out of your comfort zone
Make friends with an upper-classman from your same major. Or at least be on speaking terms. Talk to them on Facebook, ask them about your major, just use any random idc excuse to introduce yourself, it doesn’t really matter how you do it.
Don’t go home every weekend, even if you live close by. You’ll miss out on the best of campus life and some of the most fun memories with your new friends.
Keeping your old friends
If you know you’re going home for the weekend, try to finish most of your assignments/studying and make time to hang out with your friends. Spending time with them is the best way to keep those friendships alive.
But! Don’t worry too much if you can’t come home or make time for your friends too often, you just have to make an effort to text them regularly. It will come naturally if it’s your best friend, but don’t forget to set a reminder to text other close friends at least once every two weeks.
You may think you don’t care now but you will once you come home for the summer.
If any of your friends are staying in your hometown for college, be ready for them to get another friend group. That doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten about you, but don’t be mad if they seem to have a lot more plans that don’t involve you. You can always ask to tag along some time and maybe even become friends with these people!
Some people you’ll just lose contact with. Don’t fret it.
Please print out or buy a calendar that has a whole page for each month. With boxes preferably *shameless plug*. You may think you have it all under control but there’s nothing like being able to see all your due dates, hang out plans and laundry days at a glance. (Also js but the pilot frixion are perfect to use on calendars because they’re erasable).
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Bobby, John
Length: 1663+ words
TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Dean being a jerk.
A/N: Another word vomit that I did when I couldn’t sleep last week. I just had the idea in my head for the whole night, and I knew if I didn’t write it down, I wouldn’t be able to remember it the next morning. So, here it is! Feedback is encouraged!
The thing about the Winchester family was that they collect family like one would collect dolls. They have a lot of family around the State, any of them willing to do anything for the brothers. They always had a saying.
Family doesn’t end in blood.
Except it does. They can say it as many times as they want, but there isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for the family. Their blood family.
You were 4 when you were collected by John, and shipped off to Bobby’s. You were basically raised alongside the brothers from then on. Sam being a year older than you, and his brother, Dean, being 5 years older than you.
You were 5 when Dean ran out of breakfast. Bobby, and John were gone on a hunt, leaving 10 year-old Dean in charge. There was half a single granola bar left, and he looked uneasily between you and Sam, both of you had complained about being hungry. He gave you a strange look, and even though you were 5, you knew what it meant. Afterall, John gave you the same look when he told you why you can’t come home to your parents. It was also the same look that Bobby gave you when you asked about your parents. The look of guilt. You turned away, not being able to handle the fact that his decision had already been made when he was 4, and the responsibility of Sam’s livelihood was thrusted into his hands.
“Not hungry,” you mumbled, despite your roaring stomach. Sam’s eyes lit up with glee as he snatched the snack from his brother’s hand, and you can see Dean’s face visibly relax.
“Sammy’s my responsibility. You understand, right?” Dean asked, a hopeful smile on his face.
You gave him a nod, hopping off the chair, and went back to your bed, hoping you can sleep away the hunger.
Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].
“Huh, #CatchMeBuckyBarnes is already trending on Instagram,” Daisy commented as you audibly groaned, refusing to remember what occurred at the coffee shop hours ago. “And it looks like a video of your incident has gone viral, too.”
“Fantastic,” you muttered. Sinking in your seat, you gazed out the car window and watched the buildings pass by, your mind involuntarily playing the mishap repeatedly.
Characters - Dean x Reader Summary - Dean never was one for relationships. He always messed it all up one way or another, but just this once, he hopes he can do something right. Word Count - 1,296 Warnings - Language, a handsy asshole, allusion to previous physical abuse A/N - Part of @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k Follower Celebration. Prompt: “Must Be Doing Something Right” Billy Currington + “Yes. Anything, just… yes…” I slightly modified the dialogue prompt since I thought it worked a little better the way I used it. This is different than my other stuff, so let me know what you think!!
Dean never was one for relationships. Sooner or later the shit hit the fan, and he was left with what was left of his heart shattered whenever it fell to bits. It happened with Cassie, and it happened with Lisa. It happened every time he let himself believe that he could manage to not fuck up something good in his life. Someone good in his life.
“Dammit, Y/N! Don’t you dare hang up the phone! What the hell do you mean?!” Dean paced around his motel room, running his fingers through his hair continuously. They had just wrapped up a case in Nebraska, and was planning on visiting Bobby for some down time. Sam reminded his older brother that they haven’t seen Y/N in over several months, and he had been missing her.
“I understand, Dean,” she answered vaguely. Dean’s heart was thumping against his chest, as he tried to understand her message.
“What- What is it, sweetheart? What do you understand?” He started throwing clothes into his duffel bag, knocking on the bathroom door where Sam was currently showering.
“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.” With that, she hung up.
“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean shouted into the phone, knowing that it would be futile. “Fuck.” He hung up his phone, and knocked louder against the bathroom door. “Sam! Get your ass out here.”
Sam opened the door with only his jeans, his face lined with annoyance. “The fuck Dean?”
“We’re leaving NOW!”
“What’s going on? Did you talk to Y/N?” Sam quickly put on his shirt, seeing the gravity of the situation in Dean’s eyes.
“Yea, but she kept saying things,” Dean answered vaguely, shaking his head as he continued to pack their stuff.
“What did she say?”
“She kept saying how she understands- how she knows that we needed each other, but we don’t need her.”
Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why makes her think that? She knows we love her.”
“I have a bad feeling about this, Sam. C’mon.”
Both brothers made their way to Bobby’s house with tension between them. The four-hour trip only lasting 3 hours with Dean’s driving. Nothing else had been said. Nothing else needed to be said. Not until they find Y/N, hopefully alive.
Some writing to celebrate VLD’s one year anniversary! This may be a bit late in the day, but I was really busy… whoops.
This is the first of four parts, and the parts are just going to get longer, so sorry if this is too short. The next three parts should be up soon. Yes, I’m posting a multi-chapter-ish thing. Today seemed a good day to do it.
Vague Summary: Lance and Keith get captured while on a solo mission… and separated. Lance is very badly injured already, which is not a situation one wants to deal with when in a Galra prison cell. And Keith is worried. (This is also kind of inspired by Jeremy Shada’s “I mean, Lance dies, so that’ll be fun,” when talking about season 3).
Psst: @voltronpaella the best beta, @dogsahoy this is the thing I was telling you about, and @taylor-tut you’ll probably like the other parts better, but I wanted to tag you with my angst anyway if you want me to stop tagging you in my whump/illness/injury stuff just say the word
Keith woke up to an empty cell. The
room was dimly lit, a faint purple glow making it just possible
to see. As his eyes adjusted, the ache on the back of his head
reminded him of exactly how he ended up here.
Keith supposed he should feel lucky.
After all, once the sentries surrounded him, he figured they’d just
kill him. Still, it was hard to feel optimistic when he was stuck in
a Galra prison cell with no hope of escape.
It’d been no one’s fault, really. The
rebel group Matt was a part of had been reported captured, and taken
into this prison base. They had to act fast, before the prisoners
were sent off to other locations. Two of the Paladins infiltrated,
while the rest monitored from the castle, opting for a stealth job.
And, like so many other plans before
it, everything had gone to shit.
Keith had been holding off a large
crowd of sentries, but once Lance’s location was discovered—
Sam and Dean x sister!reader, mentions of John
Warnings: None that I can remember, except some fighting?
A/N: This was not the one I was planning on
writing and posting but here it is! I hope you all like it, and thank you so
much for your support! Let me know if you would like to request something, or
you would like to be added to the tags! 😊
were pulling yourself from the ground. The fist of a girl a grade above you had
slammed into your shoulder, and the prying hands of her groupies had shoved you
to the ground. You stood up with a slight stagger, and shook your limbs to
knock your instincts to tear her throat out off. She smiled devilishly at you,
and you could hear your Dad’s voice in your head. Y/N be brave for me, and remember
you are the thing that holds those two boys together.
The crowd around
you was watching, and hanging on to every quiver your bruised limbs made. That’s
when your hands shook, and you could hear their laughter as loud as the ringing
in your ears. You saw his face, his eyes, his smile. He was gone now, and you
were alone. He wouldn’t come driving up in his impala, he wouldn’t come save
you from this, or help clean you up. You were not going to let him down though,
you would continue to hold everything together. You would stay strong, and keep
your brother’s heads above the bloody water. You would not create chaos or pain.
You were going to continue to be the good girl, and push your emotions down.
You were going to be strong without your father. You went to pick up your bag.
“What’s the matter Winchester? Do
you feel a little scared, want to run home to Daddy, you little-,” you suddenly
looked up to face her.
Her preciously lined lips, with her plastic shaped nose,
and perfectly placed hair. You couldn’t hear anything else except that one
word. Daddy. Anger lined your skin with a new found red that wasn’t the shade
of bruised. You charged at her, and brought her straight to the ground. You
jammed your fist into her gut, and whipped the knife out of your boot. You
popped the blade up into sight as you finally regained your senses. She was
screaming, and someone was pulling you off her.
You quickly pushed the others
off, and grabbed your bag. You ran off the school steps, and looked back.
Teachers and supervisors were calling after you. Your body hurt from the beating
you had taken, and tears stung your eyes. You stopped when you were little ways
down the road. You slid the knife back into your boot, and placed your bag on
your shoulders. You winced once the strap touched where she had thrown her
fist. You took a breath, trying to calm your beating hard. The memory helped
intensify the panic however, and you continued to walk down the road.
You replayed the images of the
scene in your head. You had desperately tried to make friends, and get good
grades. You were supposed to make your brothers happy and they seemed happy when
you had those aspects of school in your life; after all, your life mission was
to please your family. Your Dad had always said you were their care taker, and
the glue that held them together. After he had passed, you tried harder than
ever to please your brothers. You were the only one who hadn’t talked about
your father’s death, whether that be to keep him alive in your mind, or to show
how strong you were to your older brothers was unknown. You were supposed to be
good, and you were supposed to be brave, like your father had said. You had
failed today, and you let the rage of pain and anger flow through you and
control your actions.
You were trying to dry your eyes
as you entered the motel room. Your brothers were out, interview day was today.
They were on a pretty tough case, and you three would be held up in this town
for a few weeks. You went straight to the bathroom, looking at your bruised
body. You slowly removed the clothes surrounding your bruises, and rinsed the
blood off some of the scrapes. You were crying again, making the scar around
your eye even more red. You slowly put on your clothes after bandaging up your
injuries. You were in a lot of pain, and your eyes just wanted to close in exhaustion
from the emotions and events of the day. You continued though, your father’s
words echoing in your head. You had to be strong for Sam and Dean, and you had
to hide what had happened. You emerged from the bathroom, and sat at the table.
You pulled out your books, and papers.
You were trying to focus, but you
had no strength to control the thoughts running through your head. You couldn’t
go back to that school tomorrow. You couldn’t even face the outside world, and
barely the one face you saw in the mirror. You had a handle on your tears, and
continued to push through and finish your math problems. You were in the middle
of an essay when your brothers walked through the door.
“Hey bunny,” Sam
Dean dropped a bag next to your pile of books. You kept your face away from
the light, and their vision lines. You continued writing, with the intention of
greeting them but no words would form on your tongue. You heard your Dad’s
voice in Sam’s, and Dean’s hand reminded you of your Dad’s hand. The brothers
curiously tried to look at your face, but you just looked in the downward
direction even more.
“Y/N, look at me,” Dean said, starring at you from the
other side of the table.
You quickly tried to make an escape to the bathroom
but Sam stepped in front of you, and grabbed your face. His eyes widened, and
you felt his body tense. Dean came around, and instant anger flashed into his
“Who did this to you?” he demanded.
You shook your head and pushed
Sam’s hands away. You had no ability to create sentences. Your Dad flashed into
“Y/N, what happened?” Sam asked,
You wished your dad were there, able to hold you, and help
you regain the stick you needed to hold everything together. You looked back at
your brothers, who’s faces held so much of your father. You started crying, and
felt the sobs shake you inside and out. You were letting go. The grip you had
on all the pain and grief of your father’s death suddenly escaping through the
two little slits in your eyes.
“I, I,” you started. The two brothers were
suddenly shocked at this new emotion. “I miss Dad,” you cried out.
tears in his eyes, as Dean starred at you in a helpless gaze. They both wrapped
their bodies around yours. You were between them, and the warmth of their
concern was making the tears come more rapidly. You weren’t supposed to be
You were sitting on Sam’s lap as
Dean knelt beside you. Your sobs had slowed and your eyes only watered now. The
tears had made the cut around your eye painful, but in a cleansing way.
girl, you’re gonna be fine. Me and Sammy, we aren’t going anywhere, and Dad
will always be looking out for you,” Dean stroked your cheek.
You closed your
eyes and snuggled into Sam a little more. “You’re okay Y/N/N,” Sam cooed.
De?” you called out.
“Yeah baby?” Sam asked.
“I’m so sorry,” you wiped your
eyes, forgetting about the cut, and hissing.
“No, darlin’ we’re sorry,” Dean
responded, getting up to get things to tend your cut.
“But I-,” you started.
buts, baby you are so strong, and you never ever break. You’re allowed to snap
sometimes. You’re allowed to have emotions and to feel sad. You’re allowed to
miss Dad,” Sam said, stroking your hair. You nodded.
“Even though you have some
nasty scars, I would say you won against those girls,” Dean smiled.
went wide, “Dean she almost sliced a girl with a weapon she wasn’t even
supposed to have!”.
Dean looked to you, as you shrunk a little. “Eh, you were
always a Daddy’s girl, and he would’ve done the same,” he smiled.
Summary: Bucky playing peek-a-boo with his daughter, he then has to leave to cut his hair but when he returns to play the game, his daughter doesn’t react too well to this new *change* of his. Characters: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
If there was anyone Bucky loved more than you, it was his daughter. She is his light, his beacon of hope, his little princess that he adores and would do anything for. From the moment he found out you were pregnant he was hooked, he didn’t have to know the gender, nor did he really care because he loved them already with everything in his soul. He was nervous from the beginning but when little Ava was born he was smitten. The look of absolute wonder was worth the pain you endured for twelve hours. He didn’t want to put Ava down for a second; he was so gentle and soft around her.
Nothing had changed, even a year on; he was still captivated by her.
You remember the first thing Bucky had to say to you when you brought Ava home. “We get to experience life all over again. The first smile, first laughs, first steps. Food, so much food she has to experience; first day of school and first friends. All over again because of her,” the smile he held as he looked at her in your arms, unforgettable.
Ava was just as obsessed with her dad as he was with her. Her first word was ‘Da-da’, he cried for two days because of that- he still hasn’t fully recovered from it. In the beginning, only Bucky could get her to laugh, best sound, as Bucky calls it (you’d say that both of their laughs are the best sounds, better than music). Peek-a-boo is Bucky’s favourite game to play with Ava; it never fails to have her laughing, even now.
You could hear them both from your bathroom, ‘Peek-a-boo’ and then the loud, light laughter of Ava coming from down the hall. You could almost see it as you dried your hair, Bucky with Ava on his lap, her pink blanket covering his face before dropping it and pulling a face at her, her clapping and laughing at his silly antics that you don’t think she’ll ever get over. Once you were done, you padded down the hallway to the living room where Bucky sat on the floor, Ava twirling pieces of his unyielding hair around her small fingers. Steve sat beside Ava, waiting to cut his best friends hair, he must have gotten here whilst you were in the shower.
You sighed lightly, “Bathroom is free now.” You call gently; Bucky smiles at you and gently pries his daughter fingers from his hair before standing up. “She’s not gonna like the change, you know.” You smirk as he rolls his eyes at you, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips before he walked off to the bathroom too, finally, cut his hair. You smiled as Steve followed, a bright grin on his face, it only made you chuckle to yourself.
Bucky had had the long hair since you first met him. Only ever trimming it before now, he had decided he needed a change, well he was going old school with this change. He wanted the haircut he had when he was alive in the forties; you couldn’t deny him of that, he looked hot back then too.
You sat and watched Disney films with Ava, secretly sharing some chocolate from Bucky’s stash, singing along to all of the songs. It was just under an hour when Steve emerged from the bathroom, a proud little smirk on his face, he sat down in the armchair with a smug swagger to him. Ava was too engrossed in the movie, Sleeping Beauty, to even look at her uncle. Bucky walked out, a little hesitation in his steps but you were beyond able to comprehend how good he looked. You grinned at him, he smiled shyly back and rolled his eyes when you mouthed, ‘oh my god’ at him.
Ava, still oblivious to her surroundings, didn’t notice Bucky sit down and pick up her blanket; you frowned, you weren’t sure how she was going to react to this sudden change to her father. He gently tapped her shoulder, when she turned to look at him; she let out a little giggle and pulled the blanket away herself.
“Peek-a-boo,” he smiled brightly at her.
She remained staring at him, blinking slowly at his face and now short hair. She turned and looked at you briefly, going back to looking at Bucky with confusion and…sadness. Her blue eyes welled up, she huffed, and cheeks already going red and Bucky gave you a look of regret. Tears dripped out of her eyes as she shook her head, repeating the words, “No! No, daddy, no.” As if she was scolding him for making such a decision.
He sighed sadly, “It’s still me, pumpkin.” He tried to pull her to him but she pushed his hands away, shaking her head and crawling back over to you. “Steve, I told you this was a stupid idea.” He reprimanded his best friend instead, throwing the blame to him.
“Babe, you know this was your idea, I think it looks good. Ava just needs time to get used to it, that’s all.” You smile reassuringly at your husband; he just slouches against the sofa, staring longingly at his daughter wanting her to hug him.
Steve left shortly after Ava’s moment, she isn’t too happy with her uncle either. “That was a disaster, she hates me now,” Bucky sulked in your bedroom. “She’s never gonna go near me again, I’m the worst dad ever, I hate my life.” You refrained from rolling your eyes.
Instead of answering him, you go and give Ava her usual bath. Listening to her talk about how she will miss his long hair, “Did… dad cut his hair so I’ll stop playing wif it?” Ava asked in a small, vulnerable voice. You stopped washing her hair, frowning as she refused to meet your eyes. You called Bucky into the bathroom, where you told him what Ava said and left so Bucky could explain to her that it wasn’t because of her, at all.
“Why do you think I cut my hair because of you?” Bucky asked gently, washing the shampoo out of Ava’s hair carefully, she shrugged. “I love you playing with my hair, I know that it being this short you can’t braid it like you used to but there’s enough,” he smiled as she grinned at him. “Anyway, Thor has better hair than I and Natasha love’s when you play with hers.”
You walk back to the bathroom when it had been over ten minutes, stopping when you see Ava, dressed in pj’s stood on the counter, still managing to be smaller but brushing Bucky’s hair, using her princess hairbrush. Bucky facing away, making faces at the pull of the brush, catching your eye he grins at you.
“You know, I think it’s still long enough for cute pigtails,” You grin as Ava jumps with glee at you, almost slipping but Bucky catches her in time. “C’mon, let’s watch Moana and style his new hair,” Ava claps as Bucky sighs gently but smiles at his two favourite girls.
(Currently, having some other stuff looked over, so I quickly wrote and queued this. I’m gonna be solely working on finishing a lot of my series, you can still request but there’s gonne be a delay in when you see those. sorry. - Rosalee)
Sharing Can’t Be Wrong... - Dean x Reader x Sam (One Shot)
A/N: So, you all wanted this to continue. I left it open as a teaser, and it went over really well. Now, the full thing is here. Who doesn’t want the Winchesters to share them? Hope you all enjoy! As always feedback appreciated!
prompt for anon request on this: “I confessed to you riding shotgun underneath the purple skies.”
The car was quiet, next to the soft roaring of the motor surrounding them. Dean was driving, as always, hands on the wheel. Where they belonged, he felt. He’d been listening to one of his tapes before until Castiel had fallen asleep, and Dean had turned off the music so it wouldn’t wake him up. He knew how difficult sleeping was for Cas - he’d give him any opportunity to get rest.
The bags under his eyes that had always been there had become significantly larger - ever since he’d lost his wings for the last and final time, Castiel had been trying to adjust to human life. It had been like fighting a fight without any training, never winning but never losing either.
He just had to keep going, learn to cope with hunger and getting tired, deal with new emotions, new moods, new feelings. Dean had been so dedicated, so determined to help him through that he forgot all about himself until Cas pointed it out to him that he, too, had to eat. He wouldn’t sleep if Sam wouldn’t take him away from Castiel’s bed where he sat, chin in his hands so he’d be there if Cas woke up with a nightmare.
Whenever Castiel looked tired, overwhelmed, Dean felt like it was his fault. He tried anything until he found the best way to keep Castiel going, get him positive. Castiel loved training. He was still amazing with any knife, preferably those that felt like angel blades. He still had the strength and energy of a grown, muscled man, but he got tired faster.
They had started training with guns two weeks ago, and Cas didn’t want to stop. Hours on end, he’d listen to Dean, mimic his hand movements, the position of his feet, and soon Dean realized Castiel was the best learner. Cas wanted and needed this and that was enough. He didn’t give up after mistakes and pushed himself to not stop until he got it right.
He wasn’t the only one changing, though. Dean changed, too. The moment Castiel lay dead on the ground, the burn marks of his wings outspread in the dirt, Dean changed. Something died inside him, together with Cas and he only then, after all those years, understood what this ‘profound bond’ Cas had mentioned was, and how special it had always been.
But Cas had come back, thank God he’d come back, but Dean would never be the same. He was more careful, made sure Cas was never alone and told Sam to watch out for him whenever he had to leave them alone. Soon he noticed that Cas didn’t want him to watch over him like that, maybe it made him feel weak, so Dean kept it hidden. But it didn’t leave. Other feelings got stronger, too. Those feelings he’d always pushed away because he could and he didn’t want to deal with them.
Summary- Your life was a whirlwind, yet you find a calm in the middle of your storm.
A/N- I wrote this at 2am and it just- it felt good. It was a practice in using no dialogue, and it’s really freeing not having to worry over that. A nice change of pace.
A hurricane. That’s what your life had always been. It was a whirlwind of people, places and monsters. A nomad all your life, you’d come to embrace the craziness of your life. It was the still, quiet moments that you never knew what to do with. Prior to Dean Winchester, you’d never had them.
The first time was after a bad hunt. Dean had thrown himself in front of you, taking the brunt of a werewolf attack. Sam shot it shortly afterward, but Dean was left bloody on the floor. There was so much blood. You knew how to handle this. Blood and pain you knew. The way Dean watched you though- you didn’t know what to do with that.
day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body
at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date
of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not
the person that you have a relationship with?
Paring: Bucky x Reader
fuffly and other sad things.
Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.
The universe decided to
give everyone a gift, a soulmate. Someone that could understand you like
nobody ever did, someone who would give you exactly what you need it and you
could give them the same.
One day every human being
on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time;
this mark was the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. You
received yours in the shower when you felt something on your hip.
It wasn’t painful, was more
like getting a tattoo, uncomfortable and annoying. You don’t dare to
look right away, you feel that something changed but
you can’t say if it was something good or not.
You keep staring
at your engagement ring, what are the odds of your fiancé being your soul
mate? You two barely spend time together anymore, he was always working or
out with his friends.
You take off your
robe, looking at the mirror you see J.B.B 03.10.1917 on
your hipbone. You take a deep breath not only your fiancé wasn’t your
soulmate but he was a really old guy.
You start crying not
knowing what to do, part of you was already accepting that you were going to
die alone and that Ryan was not the right guy for you. The other part was
praying that maybe you would find someone with the same bad lucky as you.
You stayed in your bed for
hours until you heard the front door of your flat being open, you see your
fiancé entering the door with a guilty expression on his face and smelling like
cheap sex “Are you going to break up with me, Ryan?” He sits by your side
on the bed and catches your hands on his “I know my soulmate, I knew her all my
life and I always knew that I loved her. But you always seemed the right
“Did you ever sleep with
her while we are together?” He squeezes your hand trying to bring you some
comfort “A few times… I can’t explain, it always felt so right, being around
her always felt so good and right.” Your heart broken taking the best of you,
you slap Ryan’s face “I deserved that.”
“Yes, you did, here take
this. I want you out of this house by tomorrow morning.” You say handing him
your ring. You put the first piece of clothing you find and leave the flat
thinking about what you are doing next.
You start driving; you
don’t know for how long, you only stop when you see a small bar down the road.
You feel a lot of things right now, anger, sadness and fear. You know that your
soulmate is alive; you know that he feels as lost as you and it surprises you
that he can still see anything with the old age.
You start to drink, but
nothing can make this hopeless feeling go away. You try beer, wine and vodka
but nothing seems to be able to make you drunk enough to relax. You consider
having sex with the guy that is eying you all night but it feels wrong.
It was a beautiful night,
the stars were shining so bright and the cold air gave you the comfort you were
looking for all night. You sit on a bench seeing people entering and exiting
the bar. One particular tall guy catches your attention, he is gorgeous and
He has beautiful dark brown
hair and the most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. Feeling brave you
decide to talk to the guy, you don’t feel like you have nothing left to lose
“Hey, handsome, do you have some light?”
He blushes at
your words, you find this adorable “This stuff can kill you.”
You laugh at him “We aren’t all gonna die anyway?” He shrugs taking the
cigarette from your hands “Yes, but that doesn’t mean that you have to speed
“You don’t even know me,
why do you care?” The guy stays in silence for a few minutes, for a moment you
even feel grateful for the guy, he is not letting you go down in a rabbit hole
with a new addiction “I like to prevent people from making bad choices.”
“What a hero.” You say
sarcastic, he sits by your side and asks sweetly “Do you want to talk about
what is bothering you?” You shake your head a no, biting your lip you ask
“Why you are being so nice? What do you want from me?”
“You look like you need a
friend, someone to talk to and I don’t know why I feel as if I need to help
you.” His voice is sincere, you feel the need to tell him everything that’s
bothering you but you stay silent not trusting yet on the strange man by your side
“I’m not gonna pressure you to tell me anything, but I might help.”
You smile sadly at him
“Have you received your soulmate mark today?” He nods “Do you know them?” This
time he shakes his head a no, you continue to talk “Don’t you think it’s cruel?
We have to spent our whole lives searching for someone, doesn’t matter who that
person is or what they done.”
He puts his hands on yours,
you feel some kind of electricity running through your body but you try not
giving much thought about it, maybe it’s just your drunken brain acting “Maybe
you are looking this the wrong way, it’s not a punishment it’s a gift. A person
who will… complete you and love you no matter what.”
A few tears scape from your
eyes “It sucks, I’m never gonna have this… sorry… I should go home.” You get up
too fast, you would almost fall if it wasn’t for him “I’m not gonna let you
drive, do you want me to call someone to pick you up?”
You shake your head, so he
asks “Do you want a lift?” You feel the uncertainty in his voice “I don’t even
know your name.” He laughs still holding you by the waist “You can call me
Bucky.” For the first time in the night you give him a genuinely smile “What
kind of name is this?”
“Oh no, doll, my name
is James Buchanan Barnes, so Bucky is a nickname.” You
feel yourself falling again, you introduce yourself watching as he gets
pale. You get off his arms and he says “It’s you.”
“That’s not possible; you
are thirty something not a hundred years old.” You see him taking a deep breath
and pushing his hair back “Actually, I don’t know how to explain to you…” You
don’t know what to say, you trusted him and this is odd.
Summary: Bucky finally confesses his love for the (fem) reader.
Word Count: 1056
A/N: i havent written anything in 2 months so this could easily be the #worst thing ive ever written but i lowkey just wanted to write something and i love confessions.
Pairings: bucky x reader (duh)
Currently you were sat next to Bucky on one of the many balconies the Stark Tower had. It was a nice place to sit and relax. There something calming about listening to the hustle and bustle of the city below while feeling a slight breeze, it was this atmosphere that you craved the most in your times of stress. Bucky and you sat in silence as both of you weren’t the biggest of talkers and perhaps that’s why you were both so drawn to each other. After a particularly loud ambulance sound that came from below, Bucky hung his head down and took a deep breath before looking up again.
“I love you, Y/N” Bucky said, breaking the comfortable silence that had surrounded the two of you.
“You don’t have to say anything back” Bucky continued, ignoring the shocked look on your face. Your heart was racing since this was a moment you were sure only existed in your dreams. Bucky took your surprise as an indication of rejection and let out a deep sigh before standing up.
“I just wanted to let you know” Bucky whispered as he closed his eyes before walking away. You hadn’t even heard anything he said after he told you he loved you because your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it and the thoughts in your head were running around loudly.
“Shit,” you muttered when you heard the door close and finally noticed that Bucky was no longer sitting beside you. Cursing to yourself you got up and went back into the compound.
Anon asked “ Can you please do a BuckyxReader with the song ‘There’s Nothing Holding Me Back’ by Shawn Mendez please! Like maybe him and reader have only been dating for like couple weeks but he realises how much he’s falling for her and shes so different from all the other girls hes ever been with and he’s basically telling her he’s all in! Please? I love this song so much and I think it would be such a cute fluff piece and maybe some smut if you want!(;”
A/N: Here is some fluff you guys. Let me know if you want to be tagged here.
Characters - Sam x Reader Summary - Sam comes back to the bunker to reader Word Count - 583 Warnings - none, for once! A/N - Prompt: ‘Fine By Me’ by Andy Grammer. This is part of @wildfirewinchester Meg’s Birthday Challenge! This one turned out shorter than I expected, but I think it works best in the short format. Let me know what you think! (I also refuse to apologize for the inordinate amount of sap.)
You aren’t in the least bit surprised when he trudges into the library room, his hair windswept and blood speckled all over his clothes.
Sam had left a few days ago with his brother, headed out to Colorado on some shifter case. He’d called on the way back, telling you all about how the shifter was a skinwalker instead, and how much he missed having you sleeping next to him at night.
Request: Castiel physically hurting the reader while being really angry about something that happened and the whole situation ends up in both of them admitting their feelings towards each other ? :) -Requested by Anon
A/N: Here’s a random little fluff bit for you guys <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Language, implied smut
Word Count: 1.4k
“Castiel I swear to god, don’t fucking talk to me!” you shouted as you stormed into the bunker, slamming the door open and stomping down the stairs to the war room. You weren’t surprised to see Sam and Dean had gotten up and come into the room to see what all the commotion was.
“Y/N, I’m sor-” The angel began, following you into the bunker, but you cut him off.
Hey hello so I’ve been making false starts on this idea for a fic for MONTHS now and I attempted maybe five different versions of it with vastly different storylines, none of which really worked, and in the end I just spent three days on this and meh okay here goes. Simon can’t deal with his feelings for Baz so he uses magic to repress them.
upset with me, because I didn’t ask her where she’d been. I think. She’s been
gone the entire day, and I just figured she had something she needed to do or
she was sick or she needed a day off, and I pushed it out of my mind, and I
didn’t say anything. She thinks I don’t care enough about where she is, or what
she’s doing. She thinks that if I like her, those are things I should worry
upset with me, because we’ve barely spent any time together over the last week.
She thinks I’m too busy following Baz around to care that I’m never around her.
She thinks that as her boyfriend, I should want to spend time around her. But I
do want to spend time around her. I just know Baz is up to something.
keeps nagging at me, because she thinks it’s weird that I don’t talk about
Agatha much. I don’t think she has a problem with it, but she’s convinced that
I don’t like Agatha the way I did in fourth year. In fourth year, I wouldn’t
shut up about her. I told her that liking Agatha doesn’t mean I have to think
about her all the time.
no, but it’s a known symptom,’ Penny said.
says it’s strange that Agatha doesn’t seem to get under my skin. The other day
Agatha got frustrated with me for botching up a spell, and Penny said she was
surprised when I didn’t seem really worked up about it.
because you guys know what my magic is like,’ I said. ‘Agatha’s just
frustrated, she’s not judging me.’
says I used to try so hard to impress Agatha, but now she thinks I’m just going
through the motions. I told her I’m trying to be a good boyfriend, and she said
I’m only doing it because it’s what I’m supposed to do.
you saying, Penny?’ I finally ask. I know she’s getting at something.
don’t think you two are that into each other,’ she says. ‘What she said didn’t
would I be pissed at her? She wasn’t trying to upset me. Not like when Baz says
things like that.’
It does bother me when Baz insults me. (Not
to mention the fact that he does it all the time. It’s his favourite hobby.)
barely hang out together anymore.’
I’m just busy…’ Following Baz. Trying to figure out what he’s plotting. There
have been weeks where I barely let him out of my sight.
never talk about her,’ Penny continues.
I talk about, then?’
sighs. ‘You talk about Baz.’
because, fine, she’s right. I probably do talk about Baz too much. I probably
do think about Baz too much. A lot more than I think about Agatha.
‘Where is Baz?’ I say. ‘What’s he up to? I need
to know where he is.’ I need to see him. I need to be around him.