She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

(Y/n) was just your average, everyday young adult who loved to read books, take walks, and enjoy the beautiful scenery that the woods just beyond her backyard had to offer. Life without the daily struggle of completing schoolwork was long gone and liberating. However, true freedom was not so easily obtained when you lived under the rule of abusive parents. (Y/n) is determined to make it through another year of mistreatment, but once newfound tragedies occur, hope in withstanding the circumstances starts to falter . . . That is, until a newfound stranger enters her life. There's something off about him at first, but as time passes, she slowly regains her optimism as well as some other new-felt feelings. A new life seems to be forming before her eyes, but is this new life something that she can handle?

Running through the woods is easy, or it should be. Your soft skin has never known the torture of the harsh grass, the rigid twigs and the forgotten broken glass. Yet, you relish it all; the pain, the pleasure and the discovery. It is only in pain that we understand that we are alive, right? That's why when you felt him tighten around your chest, you cracked a small smile. It was the mystery that drew you in and told you not to struggle. You did not know why you felt like you were going to die, but you did not turn the invitation away. Perhaps, that is why he chose you. (A remake of an old story under the name "Love Is Blind" while I was still under the pseudonym DanyFaith)

It was an ordinary night of studying when you get a call from your friend. She had met two devilishly handsome men at the bar and wanted you to come by. You had been approaching finals, you had been writing papers non stop and she wanted you to come take a break. Something about the night seemed off when you arrive. Was it because of exhaustion? This would be the night that forever changed your life. All the books and studying no longer mattered. Your life had evolved and so had you. I don't own characters, plot or anything directly related to the Supernatural show. This story is dedicated to a friend who has been asking me to make a Supernatural story for her. It's more of an AU story. I hope you enjoy this story. Comment, vote and let me know if you like it. :3 *my first supernatural fic. So hopefully it's not too shabby. I do not own the pic for the cover, nor do I know who to credit for it. If you don't like me using it, let me know.* Cover by @takemetotulsa thank you so much!

This is a 'select your fate' kind of story. You will read through the common route, and then choose which guy you want to go after. I will be building up this story for a while to get most of the guys in here, so make sure to tell me who you want next!

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|