streets from the past

LGBTQ+ Movies of 2016: Part 1

First Girl I Loved

Seventeen-year-old Anne just fell in love with Sasha, the most popular girl at her LA public high school. But when Anne tells her best friend Clifton - who has always harbored a secret crush - he does his best to get in the way.

Heartstone (Hjartasteinn)

A remote fishing village in Iceland. Teenage boys Thor and Christian experience a turbulent summer as one tries to win the heart of a girl while the other discovers new feelings toward his best friend. When summer ends and the harsh nature of Iceland takes back its rights, it’s time to leave the playground and face adulthood.

Teenage Kicks

Seventeen year old Miklós Varga’s plans to escape his migrant family and run away with his best friend Dan are crushed by the accidental death of his older brother Tomi. Only Mik knows the events that led to this tragedy, and he is suddenly forced to navigate his guilt and explosive sexuality to find the man he can become.

The Handmaiden (Ah-ga-ssi)

1930s Korea, in the period of Japanese occupation, a new girl (Sookee) is hired as a handmaiden to a Japanese heiress (Hideko) who lives a secluded life on a large countryside estate with her domineering Uncle (Kouzuki). But the maid has a secret. She is a pickpocket recruited by a swindler posing as a Japanese Count to help him seduce the Lady to elope with him, rob her of her fortune, and lock her up in a madhouse. The plan seems to proceed according to plan until Sookee and Hideko discover some unexpected emotions.

Being 17 (Quand on a 17 ans)

Damien lives with his mother Marianne, a doctor, while his father is on a tour of duty abroad. He is bullied by Thomas, whose mother is ill. The boys find themselves living together when Marianne invites Thomas to come and stay with them.

Don’t Call Me Son (Mãe Só Há Uma)

After discovering the truth about being stolen by the woman he thought was his mother as a child, Pierre (AKA Felipe) must deal with the consequences of his mother’s actions and must try to cope with his biological family.

I Love Her

A young street musician girl must conquer her own fears and ghosts from the past, including the social influences of Ukraine, where she has grown up, in order to admit her feelings for a beautiful deaf-mute girl.


A timeless story of human connection and self-discovery, Moonlight chronicles the life of a young black man from childhood to adulthood as he struggles to find his place in the world while growing up in a rough neighborhood of Miami.

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@c2ndy2c1d jack and johnny watching a scary movie

YOU GOT IT BABE. I have this weird au headcanon that Jack went back to the past–but only to Johnny’s timeline, and he’s stuck there. So I ran with it. Sidenote that I know it’s canon that Johnny is “afraid of very little save for clowns” but for my purposes he get spooked by anything “scary”

There was a strange sense of exhaustion weighing heavily over Jack’s shoulders as he stepped through the threshold of his and Johnny’s small apartment. 

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@cobaltmoony needed some fluffy Bucky and cat.

Well… there’s Bucky and cat..

He’d had so many names over the years (many years, far too many years). The Fist of Hydra. James. The American. The Asset. Jerk. The Winter Soldier.

Once, he had even been Bucky.

He still is, according to Steve. Steve who has lived too long, and has his own string of names trailing in his wake. Captain America. Steven Grant Rogers. Stevie. Star Spangled Man with a Plan. Punk.

Steve is still Steve, he may even be Stevie. He’s not Captain America anymore, not since the Winter Soldier appeared at his window, metals fingers pressed to the bullet wound in his stomach, scratching at the glass to be let in, like some kind of stray animal.

Steve, Stevie, still had no sense of preservation. He should have closed the blinds and left the thing that had tried to kill him months ago bleed out on the fire escape. But no, he wrenched open the window and dragged the assassin into his home (for fuck’s sake Stevie).

The Winter Soldier had bled all over the bedsheets, and as far as anyone was concerned died there, leaving a ghost.

The ghost of James Buchanan Barnes.

Steven Grant Rogers, Stevie, Dumb Punk, gave up his shield. He had picked it up to save Bucky once, and put it down to the same ends.

They didn’t so much live as warily co-exist in the apartment, on the corner of a street both familiar and strange. They had lived there before, Steve told him, but the building got torn down and they built a new one. Best thing for it, Bucky had said. The old one was a death trap. His mouth did that sometimes, opened up and words spilled out, unexpected and sweet and bitter. Like a head full of firecrackers, memories popping and snapping and if too many went off at once it made him flinch. Made him shiver and tuck himself into the smallest. darkest corner of the apartment, like a stray animal.

So Steve filled the refridgerator with the kind of things the ghost used to eat. Filled the shelves with books that the ghost used to read. The apartment was never silent, a radio in the kitchen, the volume turned low, played big band and swing and jazz, things the ghost used to dance to.

Steve was always so damn stubborn.

Baby steps, the therapist said. Small victories.

He’s killed presidents, and now he’s supposed to feel pride when he walks downstairs to get the mail. He’s brought down governments in a single night but barely manages three stops on the subway.

But it’s worth it, worth all of it and more to see the way Steve lights up when he comes back upstairs with the mail and announces the mission suffered zero casualties. When Steve’s hand wraps around his on the crowded subway and squeezes.

So he walks down to the corner store for milk when they run out, and eats at least once a day, and all the other little things that keep the furrow in Steve’s brow from running too deep.

And he doesn’t punch through the metal side of the dumpster when it starts rustling.

He had managed to pick up orange juice from the store. Not the nearest one just across the street from the apartment, but a bodega two blocks away. When he walked past the dumpster down the nearby alley (old habits die hard and he’s more likely to enter Steve’s apartment by the roof than the doors on the ground floor) it rustled at him and let out a pathetic whine.

Bucky had lifted the lid and found the cat.

The thing was not much more than a scrap of fur and fleas. He had no idea what colour it was, its coat dingy grey and matted. It still had a mouth on it, giving him a half-hearted hiss as he pulled it out of the garbage by the scruff.

The Ghost stared at the cat, and the cat stared back. Then bit his finger.

He offered it a metal fingertip and it bit that too, not even slightly dissuaded by the way it’s teeth skidded over the metal plates.

For the first time in seventy years, Bucky smiled.

The bodega stocked catfood, though Bucky had no idea if the cat preferred the wet stuff in cans or the dried kibble in boxes, so he bought both, the cat safely zipped up in his jacket, it’s flat little head poking out. It’s oversized ears swivelled back and forth as Bucky held out a can of chicken chunks in gravy in one hand and salmon pieces in aspic in the other and told the cat to make up it’s damn mind.

“Mrrr,” the cat said finally, which Bucky chose to interpret as ‘both’.

He pays for the items and walks back out onto the street. The cat makes itself comfortable, borrowing down into his jacket and going to sleep. It’s needle-like claws prick at his thin shirt, digging in whenever he turns too sharply or moves any faster than a walking pace. Since Bucky doesn’t want to be completely perforated he walks slowly down the street rather than take to the rooftops, and anyway he has a bag of catfood.

Steve didn’t look up from his spot on the couch when Bucky slipped through the apartment door and kicks off his shoes, though Bucky would bet good money that he’d spent the whole of Bucky’s absence at the window, quietly worrying.

“Hey Buck,” Steve muttered with a forced nonchalance that fools no one. “You get lost?”

“Mowr,” the cat answered.

Steve’s head snaps up, “What-”

“I founds it in the trash,” Bucky blurted out. “It’s greasy and cranky and smells like crap but…” he falters at the complicated run of expressions that passed over Steve’s features. “You seem okay with taking in strays,” Bucky finished weakly.

Steve frowned silently, and Bucky tensed up, one hand curled protectively around the lump of fur under his jacket. Something in Bucky’s expression seemed to settle him though, and he dropped the book he was reading on the coffee table.

“We’re gonna need more stuff,” Steve announced and pulled out his phone.

He wasn’t Captain America anymore, but that didn’t mean Steve couldn’t get things done when he put his mind to it. Twenty minutes later a harassed looking SHIELD agent dropped off several boxes of random crap that were supposedly essential for cat ownership.

Bucky couldn’t understand the need for a litter tray and unscented, clump-forming, biodegradable whatever-the-fuck to go in the tray (cat’s went outside, right?), or the twine-wrapped wooden kitty adventure playground thing. The collar, okay, fair enough. The shampoo and the flea drops, fuck yeah.

Steve read the instructions on the bottle carefully and gave the cat a wary look. “You’ve got the vibranium arm, you can hold it.”

They covered the bathroom floor with towels, and Bucky placed the cat carefully in the bath, where it gave him an unimpressed look and sat down to wash itself.

The disdain might have been more effective if the cat didn’t stop every time it licked itself to twitch and flap it’s tongue.

Bucky poured a little shampoo into his hands and coated his fingers before rubbing them into the cats matted fur. It gave him a curious ‘Prrrp’, but didn’t freak out until Steve turned on the showerhead, checking the water temperature on the inside of his elbow.

The cat hissed and yowled and bit Bucky’s metal thumb, sending half the tub water onto the floor in its thrashing. Bucky pressed his hand between the cats shoulders and it flattened itself on the bottom of the tub while Bucky rinsed off the soap. Underneath all the grime was silky black fur with white paws and chest and a splodge of white on his nose.

Bucky wrapped the cat up in one of the towels until it was a damp and squirming burrito, it’s nose poking out of one end. Bucky cradled it in his arms, murmuring softly as he carries the cat out to the living room and sits down on the couch. The cat bites his wrist half-heartedly, teeth skidding over metal plates. Steve watched silently from the doorway as Bucky carefully dried the cats fur, working through the tangles with his fingers until it curled up in his lap and falls asleep.

Bucky glanced up when Steve sat carefully on the couch beside him, silently waiting for permission before reaching over to stroke the cats still-damp fur.

Bucky thinks of his first night back, when the Winter Soldier bled to death on Steve’s white linens. It had taken days to heal, the bastardised version of superserum that crawled through his veins forcing out the bullets and knitting flesh and skin back together.

Steve had carried him, bridal style, to the bathroom and placed him in the tub. It hadn’t mattered, ghosts couldn’t feel the washcloth passing over bruises and scar tissue. Ghosts didn’t lean into the touch of hands in their hair, carefully rinsing away shampoo. Ghosts didn’t sigh at conditioner being massaged into their scalps, large, gentle fingers teasing out the knots and tangles.

Ghosts didn’t fall asleep on the couch, wrapped in towels and blankets, half listening as their failed mission made endless phone calls in a hushed voice, pulling apart the pieces of his life and putting them back together again with a ghost shaped hole in the middle. In the heart.

The cat purred in it’s sleep, it’s claws flexing rhythmically, leaving pinholes in Buckys jeans.

Piece by piece, everything falls into place

“He needs a name,” Steve murmured.

The cats head was pillowed in the palm of Bucky’s metal hand, fingers curled loosely around it’s fragile skull. It had one paw wrapped around Bucky’s wrist, holding him in place. As if he could even consider leaving.

Such a fragile little thing, and yet it trusted him. Trusted him to keep it safe and warm and alive.

Bucky glanced at Steve. “He?”

It’s not the thing he wants to say. There aren’t words in any language for that. There isn’t time enough in their artificially extended lives to explain it all.

“I got a, uh, eyeful when he was thrashing around in the tub,” Steve mumbles. “Definitely he.”

Ghosts don’t have names. They have identities - The Weeping Woman, The Headless Horseman, The Winter Soldier. Not names.

Bucky isn’t a ghost’s name.

Bucky shrugs, feigning nonchalance. Steve knows him too well to fall for it. “You pick.”

Steve takes a long moment to consider the cat. Bucky watches him from the corner of his eye. The lines of Steve’s face, the curve of his jaw. Things that ice and time and mind-wipes couldn’t erase.”

“He’s your cat, you choose,” Steve says finally.

Bucky huffs. “I’m bad at names. You’re the one who came up with Bucky. You pick.”

Steve lights up, and for a moment Bucky can’t look at him. It’s like staring into the sun.

“You remember that?”

Bucky bristles under Steve’s look of surprise. “Yeah. ‘Course I remember.”

Steve turns his face to Bucky’s neck and has to take a deep, shuddering breath.

Bucky waits for Steve to pull himself together, Steve’s breath, hot and damp against his skin raising goosebumps.

Really, it’s frankly embarrassing. A former spy and a decorated military tactician, and neither of them had figured it out yet.

You don’t go against your commanding officer and damn well walk into enemy territory in a stage costume for a friend. Seeing an old friend doesn’t break seventy years of Hydra programming.

You don’t hand over your shield to a guy dressed like a bird for a friend.

“Tom?” Bucky asks.

Steve snorts, still hiding in the collar of Bucky’s shirt. “That’s not very creative,” he mumbles.

Bucky shifts and turns to Steve, pressing his lips to the top of Steve’s head.

“Orange Juice.”

Steve’s head snaps up, and he meets Bucky’s eyes. “What?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth ticks up. “I went out to get orange juice.”

Steve coughs out a laugh. “Seriously?”

Bucky gives him a mock glare. “You gotta problem with that?”

Steve shakes his head, his eyes bright.

“You want to keep him?” Bucky asks softly.

“Yeah,” Steve nods.

“You want to keep me?” Bucky murmurs.

Steve frowns. “You’re not a thing, Buck. How many times do I gotta explain-”

Bucky leans forward and kisses him, soft and brief. Steve falls into a shocked silence.

“I mean…” Bucky whispers against Steve’s soft, warm lips. “Do you want to keep me?”

For a second, a heartbeat, Bucky thinks that he’s made a terrible mistake. Steve lets out a soft breath and kisses him back.

“Yes,” he chants between sweet presses of lips. “Yes. Yes.”

♡ BTS Reaction: You Want To Go Into A Sex Shop With Him.

How the boys would react when you insist on going to a sex shop.

• Rap Monster •

You both we were walking along the dimmed streets of Seoul as your remembered all your past memories from the now, three years of being a couple. Namjoon gripped your hand, not even imagining of letting it go.

You both clung tightly onto your shopping bags full of couple items, dog treats for RapMon, food, clothing and so on. He imagined you two would just stop for a coffee real quick before heading home but it he seemed to have been outsmarted when you began making your way to a familiar shop, immediately causing a playful grin to spread across his face, knowing exactly where you’re headed.

“Where are you going, jagi?”, he gleamed, knowing exactly where you’re heading. “Oh shush, you already know”, you giggled as you both pushed open the door of what Namjoon called, his all time favourite store.

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

• Suga •

It was your birthday today and Yoongi promised him to treat you like his princess today, buying you many things and making sure you had a full stomach but a man still has his needs too and with the way your body looked in that slim-fitted dress, hugging your waist, he couldn’t help but subtly touch your thighs, hip and your waist throughout the day.

He was planning to treat you like a queen in bed tonight anyway but when you took his hand, pulling him into a sex shop he flashed a knowingly smile, content that he might even get a bit more than he bargained for tonight.

Originally posted by nnochu

• J-Hope •

It was the first day in ages Hoseok had a day off so you decided to go out to celebrate his freedom from work. Since he hadn’t had enough time to spend with you, it also meant not enough time in bed either.

You both had unconsciously decided that tonight you would break this absence from each other that had lasted months. In festivity of what was to come tonight, you had slipped into the sex shop as if you had just walked into any old store and began asking Hoseok for his opinion on things but you only got one response.

“You, me the bathroom. Now”.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

• Jin •

You got an A in your exam that you had to study for, for the past two months so Seokjin only thought it was fair to treat you for his hard work. He planned on buying you makeup or clothes or something so when you said you wanted to visit a sex shop he was a bit taken away from words.

Though, being a slightly shocked by your bold words at first he’d recover fast with a cocky smirk.

“Why don’t we get going then?”.

Originally posted by jinmini

• V •

As we all know this boy is rich beyond belief, so splurging on you was something normal for him, though he wasn’t expecting your choice of shop this time around. “This isn’t what I was expecting jagi..”, he blurted out, taking in the sight in front of him.

“But I think I like it…”, he’d soon recover from his shock, smirking at you devilishly.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

• Jimin •

Chim seems to try and act very innocent and pure but let’s be honest he as perverted as us. When you took him into the shop he’d probably be relieved he’s not the only freak in the relationship and would encourage you to embrace this nasty side of you by going on regular shopping sprees with you.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, babe?”.

Originally posted by sugutie

• Jungkook •

Unfortunately, our innocent Kookie isn’t as innocent now that he’s grown up, yet that doesn’t change the fact that he probably hasn’t had a vast amount of experience in the world of kinky shit.

Though, he would be very opening to try it so when you bring him in a sly smirk would grow upon his face but he would still feel very nervous and shy inside mainly because he doesn’t want to disappoint you and just wants for you to see him as a man.

Originally posted by jeonify

How The MBTI Types Know What Others Think or Feel or WTF Going On With Them

[ Maternal Instinct/Paternal Instinct/Sisterly/Brotherly Instinct ]
No one can truly fathom this metaphysical power they possess. So omniscient and ambiguous. Like the Force. And the power of love. Or some stupid shit people make up. For some absolute reason, they just KNOW. Might even know you more than you know yourself. Probably even watching over you from a distance, regardless if physical or not, (supposedly via Facebook stalking or Twitter) like a guardian angel or like family. Family that bakes you sugar puffs and heals your booboos while secretly applying reverse psychology against you so you’ll unconciously tell them what’s wrong without you being aware of it. You can’t simply fool them for nothing escapes them, they will know sooner or later, ‘cause that’s love, bruh. Not necessarily have to be your mom but applies to a friend acting like a mom. Perhaps, the team mom/dad/babysitter. They are the ones people approach to vent out and seek solace, love and comfort. To give a healing space to the emotionally damaged and be harsh when the situation calls for it, probably to stop you from doing anything stupid. Might even be the reason you haven’t got yourself killed yet. They don’t need a superpower (despite my exaggeration of calling it a metaphysical power), to know whats in your heart because they trust you’ll always tell them. And you always trust you can rely on them to protect your deepest darkest secrets until the end of time.

[ Sherlock-Scan ] -
With their powers of deduction and clear observation, these types get terrifyingly good at reading people by noticing minor details not immediately obvious to others. From the state of one’s clothes to the subtlest of verbal cues and body language - they can apprehend the motivations, state of mind and even the life story of their subject. Sometimes, to people they just met. They’ve sharpened this ability through sheer experience and hard work, enough to impress anyone. An archive of random information in their head allows them to interconnect completely unrelated things in order to give accurate predictions on behaviors. Its as if they’ve been hardwired to scan people around them and understand them. However, these types may give less regard to “feelings”, because really, who gives a shit? Emotions can interfere with introspection and rational reasoning, which could throw off necessary data. Feelings? ‘Ain’t got time for that.’ ( Okay, maybe like 5 minutes but thats it. ) This could make others view them as skeptical assholes but out of all the types, they make the best bullshit detectors. They sense bullshit from a mile way.

[ Empaths ]
Whether its a science fiction power or not, empaths know how to get into people’s heads. Like psychic mind reading, its a creepy and eccentric ability possessed by specific people, either developed or in-borne. These empaths synchronize with the mental or emotional state and energies of others, sometimes unconconsciously and consciously. Weirdly enough, even with fictional characters. Courtesy of their ability to put themselves in other’s shoes and due to their their inquisitive nature to be curious about people - empaths have this heightened intuition, often acting like a telepathic radar, which allows him/her to read into a person’s situation and get on the same wavelength and frequency. Being great and inviting listeners, they sense the words behind words, and can even sense hint of sadness in one’s eyes. By accessing relatable past experiences and their own knowledge pool, empaths get a good grasp on how another person perceive things and mirror it. If you’re one. Its about to feel what they feel. To tap into their past, comprehend their desires and motivations, then simulate in your mind what the experience is like. Sometimes, even mistaking the emotions of others as your own and turning into a sobbing mess, if one doesn’t learn how to filter and gauge the unneeded negativity. Whatever empath you are, either cognitive or emotional, you have a way with connecting to people. This mystical intuition is both a gift and a curse. Otherwise you’re just an asshat who loves to mindfuck people and act like a nosy bastard.

These types get hunches but instead of believing them like the idiots above who rely on ‘feelings’ and educated guesses, they actually research to validate and confirm the acquired data yourself. For field research is their preferred area. They question. They interrogate. They investigate. Do background checks. Get skeptical. They connect the dots and do their research for the sake of unraveling the truth. Thanks to their cleverness, whether its street smarts or knowledge acquired from past experiences, they know their way around every crack and crevice in this world. All the patterns and how certain situations plays out. Thats not even mentioning their vast network of connections. They know people. And if they don’t know people, they’ll seek them out. There is a need for clarity and direct confrontation to every mystery, that is, the person they want to know more about. A certain thirst for the truth, to know things themselves and get to the bottom of it. If these people feel like being badass, its shoot first, questions later. If not, ‘cause shooting people is actually illegal, there’s always the internet to know whats behind a person’s actions and words (I’m looking at you, INTP.) In the end, they will always sniff out the truth. Did also mention they’re pretty persuasive?

Despite falling under one of these categories, it doesn’t mean you can’t be the others too. With enough practice and creepy obssession with psychoanalyzing people, you’re on your way.

Stalker Alert!

Request: “Hi!! Can i request a scenario where it’s late at night and y/n is stalked by a dude and phonecall shownu for help(?) He shows up scaring her but then she clings to him cause she’s scared to death. You can decide the finale :) Happened to me the other night and shtted my pants lmao ;__;”

Ship: Shownu x [y/n]

Word Count: 982

i deeply apologize if this scenario is really dry ;^; i really am sorry tho ;-; but i hope that you’ll like it? huhu i also apologize for any misspelled words and wrong grammar. credits to the owner for this gif


Originally posted by porkbunwonho

There were barely any life-forms roaming around the street as it was already past 10. You just got out from the study center and was making your way towards your apartment. The small light illuminated by your phone caught your attention, bringing your phone up to your face, only to see a text from your boyfriend, Shownu.

  • appa nu (10:07 pm): Babe, where are you?

Quickly tapping your fingers away, you replied a ‘I’m on my way home now… I’m still at the deokbokki shop’ and transferred your gaze back towards the road right ahead of you. Scanning your surroundings, you couldn’t help but have a eerie feeling creeping on your back.

Your heart was starting to beat really fast and you could feel the pit of your stomach churn. Cold sweat ran down through your back and temples, making you swallow a huge amount of saliva. The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty streets. 

This was the last thing that you’ve wanted to have at the end of the day and that was having someone follow you and probably kill you or something. Fastening up your pace, you turned to the right and started to fumble on your phone, trying to unlock it without dropping it on the concrete ground.

Oh God, help me…. I’m being stalked oh gosh… I’m still young… I don’t want to dieeee!!!! you mentally screamed, trying to fight back the tears when you heard the footsteps once more. Unlocking your phone with your thumbprint, you immediately dialed Shownu’s number.

The number that you have dialed is currently not available, please try again later. Beeeeeeeep

Feeling that the footsteps behind you were starting to catch up, you didn’t think twice but to run as fast as you can. Turning at the nearest intersection, you brisked walk and dialed Shownu’s number once more, crossing your fingers.


Babe, where are you? I need you right now….” your voice trailed off as you tried to calm your beating heart down. You could feel your throat parched from running. Looking at your back, you heaved a sigh and continued to walk towards your apartment.

(Why? What’s wrong?)

I’ve been followed by some stalker and I don’t know what to do… I just keep on turning and running and turning–”

(Babe, calm down. I’ll be there, alright? Just give me– Beeeeeeeep)

You could feel your world crashing down when you saw that your battery just died. Stopping for a moment, you looked through your bag to search for your power bank but then froze by the second you heard those footsteps once more. Zipping your bag up, you continued to walk, fastening your pace.

The thought that it might be a rapist or some freak scared the heck out of you. There were barely any life-form around and you wouldn’t want your name to be plastered on every single news station with a ‘Lady was raped and killed at ****** street. The suspect has been…’ as a headline. 

Coming to a halt, you felt the chills running down your spine when the footsteps vanished. You had only two options, beat the pulp out of that creep or ran for your freaking life. And being the person that you are, you wouldn’t want to back out without any fight. Positioning your self into a fighting position, you stayed quiet and listened to the footsteps.

When the footsteps was already near you, it vanished once more. Beads of sweat trickled down your temples, your heart beat raced and your stomach churned once more. Your lips quivered and tears were already welling up in your eyes. Taking a step back, you felt your back meet something hard to which literally made you freeze.


Without any hesitations, you screamed your lungs out and cried your eyes out. “Hey, calm down. It’s just me, babe.” The sound of Shownu’s voice made you calm down. He grabbed both of your shoulders and made you face him, making you throw your arms around his neck and bawl your eyes out.

“I was freaking scared, Hyunwoo!” you cried out. Shownu hugged you back and gave you a light pat on the back. “There’s no need to cry now. Hey, look at me.” He slowly loosen your grip around him and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“Hey, you’re safe now… and I have to confess something…” He whispered while wiping your tears with his thumb. “What?” you asked and sniffled at the same time. “I was the one who’s been following you this whole time… hehe, sorry.” Shownu flashed you a sheepish smile. 

Hearing his confession, your arms lifelessly dropped at your side. Your eyebrows furrowed and you stared at him in disbelief. “Why didn’t you make any sound?! Arghh… I got scared for nothing?!” Shownu just chuckled in response as he continued to watch you whine.

“It’s not my fault when you walked so fast! I was about to call you but then you decided to run!”

“No! You should’ve called out my name so that I would be this freaking scared right now!” you retorted and continued to whine. Showing no signs of stopping, Shownu sighed and offered, “How ‘bout I buy you some ramen or fish cake or ice cream to make it up to you?”

Just hearing the words related to food made your ears perk up and you immediately stopped and looked at Shownu with a cheeky grin. “How many?” you asked. “As many as you want.” Pumping your fist in the air you couldn’t help but do a small victory dance. “Asa! Well then, let’s go!”

Letting out a soft chuckle, Shownu just let you drag him towards who-knows-where you’d take him. 

Hey, [y/n].”

“Yes, babe?”

“Next time, you should wait for me outside of the study center or maybe if you want to experience this again–”

“I’ll wait!”

anonymous asked:

Hello!! How about RFA and Saeran oh!oh! and Vanderwood with Mc who have no sense of direction!! Like they always getting lost

You asked so adorably, awww. But, I’m so sorry, I don’t write Vanderwood because I really don’t understand their character at all. Very sorry!

-Yoosung was having a hardcore cram session one day.
-This poor thing keeps stressing himself out because he has an extremely important test tomorrow and he cannot fail it. Even though he’s a genius, and you tell him that many times, he’s stressed as hell.
-You thought you’d do something nice and offer to go buy him some comfort food to cheer him up.
-He says you don’t have to, but you do it anyway. So you hop in your car and head to the grocery store.
-You actually get there just fine and enter the store only to find that it is rather crowded.
-You’re only there to pick up some snacks for your stressed boyfriend so you try to get in and out as fast as possible.
-So you quickly make your way to the side of the store that has what you’re looking for, but you have to take detours to avoid crowds and next thing you know you’re lost in the canned food aisle.
-You tell yourself to just retrace your steps and follow the signs hanging from the ceiling but you still can’t find where you were trying to go.
-It takes you an hour and a half to get the snacks and get back to Yoosung.
-He’s passed out, dead asleep on top of his text book.
-You wanted to let him sleep. He deserves it. But you set the bags down and he stirs awake.
-“___, what took you so long?” he mumbled, still half asleep.
-You tell him about the grocery store incident and he laughs at you.
-He laughs at you. fuckin rude
-He apologizes and just says you’re cute for being so bad with directions. But he also says you need to be more careful not to get lost in more serious situations.
-Whatever you say my dude

-You wanted to bring Zen food while he was at rehearsal since he forgot to bring some with him today.
-You told him you’d bring him something so he can eat something healthy, plus it would be nice to see him.
-Zen tells you you don’t have to go out of your way to bring him food because he could just go buy something, but you insist.
-It’s not like you’ve never been to the theater. Your boyfriend practically lives there. You’ve been there hundreds of times, so you’re confident that you can get there in time for his break.
-But suddenly you’re on a street you’ve never heard of.
-That’s okay, you’ll just turn right and end up on the main road again.
-Wait since when did this place exist?
-Where the fuck am I??
-You pull over and decide to text Zen that you might not make it in time for his lunch break. He’s really sweet and tells you not to worry and all that cute stuff.
-You use the GPS on your phone in defeat and find that you’ve somehow ended up on the other side of town.
-You rush to the theater and get there just as Zen’s break time is up.
-But, you still give him his food, and the director kindly gives him an extra few minutes to eat it.
-While he ate, you explained why it took you so long to get here.
-“Darling, thank you for the food. But, uh… maybe you should use a GPS more often.”

-You two had planned a date night tonight and you were both supposed to meet up at a restaurant at 5:00pm
-She had arrived five minutes early and was waiting patiently on a bench for your arrival.
-But ten minutes pass, twenty minutes pass, thirty minutes pass…
-Okay she’s very worried.
-She texts you after the first ten minutes she notices you’re running late, and you reply with “Sorry! Traffic!”
-She understands but then after thirty minutes? She’s getting concerned.
-The restaurant wasn’t far from your house. Why is it taking you this long? Even if there is traffic, how could it be so backed up you’re thirty, going on forty minutes late?
-Are you… standing her up?
-Wait no that can’t be right
-You’re not that kind of person.
-After forty five minutes of sitting on a bench waiting, you run up to her
-“Ah, oh my god, Jaehee! I’m so sorry I’m so late..!”
-“What kept you? There couldn’t have possibly been that much traffic from here to your house. It’s fairly close.”
-“…It is?”
-“It’s close to my house..?”
-You had apparently taken the long way here. Not just that, you had missed three turns twice along the way.
-You had to explain that to your poor unamused girlfriend. That’s how she found out how horrible you are with directions.
-But, even though you’re very late, you continue with the date plans as usual.
-She offers to drive you from now on when you two go out anywhere. If she can’t, she suggests a cab because it’s much cheaper than the gas you’ll waste taking wrong turns.

-Driver Kim takes care of transportation so you never had to worry about driving.
-Which is good because you don’t know left from right.
-But one day he invites you to come visit his office because you had been curious as to what it was like.
-When you got there, an employee at the door gave you directions to Jumin’s office.
-You were highly confident that you would be able to find it without issue.
-You find yourself standing in a hallway.
-“…Did they say to turn left or right…?”
-Now you’re lost in a very important and busy office building.
-You wander around trying to find some landmark to determine where the heck you are while also trying not to look like a lost commoner from off the streets to the important and professional looking people walking past you.
-A guard that happened to be passing by stopped you and ask you to identify yourself which was intimidating
-You tell him your name and that you’re trying to get to Jumin’s office.
-He gives you a confused face.
-“But his office is three floors down from here.”
-So the guard escorts you to Jumin’s office.
-You got there safely to a worried looking Jumin.
-“____, you’re finally here. I was worried; you were taking so long to get here I thought something happened.”
-You tell him you got lost and embarrassed yourself in front of his coworkers. He will now always make sure you have an escort when you visit to avoid you wandering somewhere you’re not supposed to be.
-Also when you go out together he holds your hand and is reluctant to let you go off on your own so you don’t get lost.

-You had both taken a trip to the grocery store to pick up some more food.
-You were just about done gathering everything on the list you collectively created when Saeyoung noticed you had skipped an item on the list.
-He groaned. It was all the way on the other side of the store.
-Noticing how he really didn’t want to walk that far, you offered to go get it yourself.
-He let you, of course.
-He didn’t think much of it until you were gone for about fifteen minutes.
-This store isn’t that huge; how could it take you fifteen minutes to walk to the other side and back?
-He decides to text you and check up on you. He asks where you are.
-“Sorry, looking for the right aisle.”
-“Don’t tell me you’re lost.”
-“…Well you see…”
-You’re lost. And you’re on the other side of the building, earning another groan of Saeyoung.
-“Okay, well where exactly are you”
-I don’t know there’s only soup
-You tell him what aisle number you’re in.
-He stops.
-“…That’s not even close to where that last item is.”
-“You’re literally three aisles down from me.”
-You had apparently done a full circle on your journey to get to the other side of the store.
-You walk out of the aisle and start walking to find him when you hear him call your name from behind you.
-You even went the wrong way to find him three aisles over. oh my god how have you lived this long
-Saeyoung walks with you to get the last item on your list. He also makes a mental note never to let you go off on your own without knowing where you are, and to never put you in charge of directions.

-Well aren’t you both just a disaster together.
-V can barely see, and you don’t know what you’re doing.
-You were on a date at a local fair and having a great time.
-V enjoyed being able to spend time with you while also being outdoors. He was indifferent to the rides, but he was outside with you, so he was the happiest man ever.
-You were both getting a little peckish so you decided you should go get some snacks.
-You knew exactly which stands had the best food and he trusted your judgment, so you held his hand tightly and guided him through the crowds of other fair-goers.
-In your excitement to get your hands on some junk food you managed to get completely lost. You stop abruptly, causing V to almost bump into you.
-“What is it?” he asked.
-“Nothing,” you told him before marching into motion again with V in tow.
-You were determined to find the food stands if it was the last thing you did. You were using landmarks to find your way around like the Ferris wheel and the various roller coasters but you still could not find the stands.
-You find a map yet you still can’t seem to get to point B.
-“Love? The food stands are over that way,” he said quietly and pointed behind him with his thumb. “Should I lead you there?”
-Great job. You have to have an almost blind man guide you places because you’re that poor of a guide.
-He’s not annoyed in any way because he’s such a patient person. V helps you to the food stands that you had walked past multiple times in your frenzied search and you purchase the food you wanted.
-V can’t really see, so you will guide him, but he will help give you directions so you don’t get overwhelmed or lost.
-You’re actually a good team.

-He gets so annoyed when you run off and get lost.
-Can you not just say in his line of sight? That way you won’t get lost and he won’t have to go find you?
-But alas, you tend to get distracted and run off, leaving him to figure out where you had gone.
-He panics on the inside whenever you get lost on your own. He doesn’t want you getting hurt, which is more likely when you’re all alone.
-You wanted to take him out to a new shop opening up across town that you had been dying to check out.
-You assured him that you knew where it was, so he reluctantly allowed you to drive.
-He rolled his eyes and slouched in the passenger’s seat. “You better not get us lost.”
-No promises, Saeran wrap
-The bad thing about this situation is that he doesn’t know where the shop is, so he can’t correct you when you go the wrong way.
-You thought you knew, you really did. But, you’ve been driving for ten minutes with no sign of the store.
-“Oh no…” you mutter under your breath.
-Saeran glared over at you. “What do you mean ‘oh no’?”
-You swallowed hard. “I may be heading the wrong way.”
-Saeran groaned in annoyance. “I told you you should follow a GPS! Ugh, just pull one up on your phone.”
-So you did, and you followed that instead. Even then, one time, when the GPS said to turn right, you accidentally turned left, Saeran grumbled and glared in your direction again.
-He’s so grumpy and irritable because 1. this is taking too long and 2. he doesn’t like not knowing what’s going on, but he’ll get over it.
-He forgives you when you buy him ice cream from a shop next to the one you were visiting.

The Confession (”The Visit” Pt. 5)

The Visit (Pt. 1)  The Lesson (Pt. 2)  The Quest (Pt. 3)  The Confrontation (Pt. 4)

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It has been a week. A week since Celaena has spoken to Rowan. They haven’t spoken since the heated argument in the bookstore alley. But she sure as hell has seen the warrior. Everywhere she goes he is not that far behind. Tonight, she was up in the rafters of the Royal Theatre. She had just finished a job. It had been quick and clean, but she needed some time to herself before going back to the Keep. But, there he was, squatting on a beam in the corner. She knew he was there stalking her, because that was the only way to explain his constant eye on her every movement. She was really hoping to enjoy the music. The highs and the lows and the dips each note made, creating a story of its own. But now, she would have to talk to the brooding warrior, if only to find out why he kept following her. Celaena got up from her perch leaving the wondrous music behind, balanced on the beam, and made her way out through the small window, down the building, and onto the street.

She was waiting in the shadows of the theatre when Rowan emerged, hood pulled over his silver hair to cover up his tattoos as much as possible.

“Hello, Prince,” Celaena said. Rowan whipped his head at her, surprise on that harsh face. Apparently, he hadn’t realized that she might figure out that he was following her. She jerked her head for Rowan to follow her down the quiet street.

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the signs as things
  • Aries: when you wake before everyone else without an alarm, and everything is quiet and calm and theres a slight chill in the air
  • Taurus: when it's evening and you're walking down the street and you can smell dinner cooking from the houses you walk past
  • Gemini: when you're trying to tell a story and but you can't stop laughing
  • Cancer: visiting someone's house with your family but you're still at the age where you don't have to socialise with the adults so you just wander around a little and get to play games
  • Leo: when you're in the city at night but you can barely tell because it's so bright
  • Virgo: when you've been stressed for a while but finally get around to cleaning you're room and that night you sleep better than usual
  • Libra: staying up even when you're tired because you're enjoying talking to someone so much
  • Scorpio: when you're at a sleepover and everyone's finally going to sleep even though the sun is about to come up
  • Sagittarius: when you actually forget your homework and you're internally crying because you're teacher is awful, only to find out they called in sick and you have a sub
  • Capricorn: when you get the work you need to get done BEFORE the last minute so you have 'free' time
  • Aquarius: when you're finally becoming closer with someone and you find out that you both have the same 'weird' habits or interests
  • Pisces: when you accidentally get undercharged for something that you shouldn't have been spending money on anyway

Week 14: Street Photography

Talk about an interesting challenge when you live in a small prairie city that is stuck somewhere between Spring and Summer.  People out and about…not really, interesting street life…we wish.  So what to do…try some motion blur, go searching, or both?  Motion blur was the first choice and RK was so right…this takes practice and playing with your settings.  Some success but not quite what we were after (see outtakes on our personal Tumblr if you like).  Next, search for something interesting…found and tried, but once again the shot wasn’t quite there (more outtakes).  In the end, I’ve always wanted to try light streaks so tucked my wife into bed and off I went.  Leaving your wife all snuggled up in a warm bed to head out into the cold dark night to take pictures is easier said than done!

On another note…we only have approximately 2547 (+/- 1538) street photography images from past travels as this happens to be one of my favourite themes. 


Canon EOS 70D with 24x70f2.8L II USM and a tri-pod

ISO100 30sec @ f22

Processed in Lightroom CC

Very well done @bmrider69! Amazing shot!…and awesome story to go along as usual. 😉 How did you arrive at the 30 second exposure? Usually that’s the top end unless you are in bulb mode. Was this aperture priority?

Festival of Jewish Culture in Warsaw, Poland. 29 August - 6 September 2009, Prozna street and Grzybowski square.

Festival of Jewish Culture in Warsaw – “Singer’s Warsaw” is an annual celebration of Jewish culture that has been held in Warsaw since 2004. The Festival includes Jewish (both Hebrew and Yiddish) theater, music, films, exhibits and expositions. It attempts to recreate Jewish culture from the period of interwar Poland, complete with historical buildings and atmosphere. Regular features include kosher food (along with instructions as to how to prepare it in one’s own kitchen), dancing, songs, crafts, ceramics and posters. Numerous workshops, discussion groups and seminars are also held on topics related to Yiddish culture. (x)

I chewed off my cultivated pride and let the past back in. I ripped apart nights upon nights upon nights of yelling and cursing and honeyed words dipped in dagger tones and I threw the shards to the streets from my balcony. Today, I tore into the flesh of my past and ate the raw red pains. I let my stomach’s acid soften the sharpened edges but I swear, the taste was sweet. Today I drove the carcass of my past to the end of the Earth and I buried it with one hundred thousand seedlings. I watered it with tears so primal, the moon’s own oceans shared in my grief. I gave it my blessing to blossom into a future but stay underground. I watched the evening sun as it came to lay by my bloated heart and kiss it to calm. Today, I gave my past the proper burial it needed to stop haunting me.
Today, I stayed with my past;
but Tomorrow,
I will be free.
—  B. Damani || Atonement
Come And See Me

Originally posted by assbutt-trumpet

Originally posted by clvir-e

Request: Happy imagine base on ‘Come and See Me’ by partynextdoor.

You sat against the headboard, the white sheets covering your naked body and Happy passed you the joint.
You inhaled deeply, dragging the smoke into you before letting it leave your lips.
Smoke lingered in the air as you both sat in bed, recovering from another late night session.
Happy lay next to you, and your eyes studied the tattoos on his torso and chest.
Your fingers traced them lazily and you passed the joint back to him.
Three months now, this had been going on.
He’d call you and you’d go, run to him and make love before leaving again. And it would be days, or even weeks before you heard from him again.
He was your comfort, the only constant in your life.
He didn’t speak often, but when he did you clung to his words, desperate to hear more of the sweetest sound.
You knew you were hopeless when it came to Happy Lowman. All he had to do was snap his fingers and you’d be there.
“I should go.” You said quietly, breaking the silence.
Happy looked at you, his dark eyes searching your face before he nodded.
You stood, letting the sheet drop to the bed and you walked naked across the dorm room, searching for your clothes that were scattered over the floor.
Happy watched you dress, his eyes burning your skin silently.
You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your hair on top of your head, securing it into a high messy bun. You slipped your boots on and stood.
Happy sat up in he bed and you leant over him.
He kissed you deeply, his hands holding your face to his gently.
You pulled away slightly, your eyes looking into his.
“Goodnight, Happy.” You whispered.
He looked deeply into your eyes, making you feel insecure under his intense gaze.
“Goodnight, little girl.” He spoke lowly.
You straightened and grabbed your bag off the floor, slinging it over your shoulder as you left the dorm.
You walked out of the clubhouse, the cool night air drifting over your skin and you welcomed it.
The night was quiet, the only sound was your footsteps across the concrete as you walked to your car.
You opened the door quietly and slid in, starting the engine instantly and winding the windows down before quietly closing the door.
The car pulled out of the lot, and the street lights shone down on you though the windscreen as you drove.
The lights blurred past you from passing cars and street lights, the neon lights of businesses illuminating your face as you drove through the night, the cool air blowing the loose strands of hair around your face.
You sighed as you slowed the car and pulled into your driveway, shutting the car off and walking swiftly to the front door.
You opened it slowly and entered, back to reality. back to your life and the loneliness that swallowed you.

Your eyes flickered open as the sound of your phone going off broke the silence of the night.
You groaned as you rolled over and reached for your phone.
Your eyes squinted shut as you looked at the screen, the bright light burning your eyes.
‘Come over.’
You sighed and closed your eyes.
You were tired of this. It had been eight days since you’d left Happys room, and you hadn’t heard from him at all. Not until now.
You opened your eyes and bit your lip as you typed.
It’s 2am Hap.
You hit send and dropped the phone and stared up at the ceiling, your eyes adjusting to the darkness.
Your phone went off and you looked at the screen.
You scoffed.
You were tired of being a doormat. He only spoke to you when he wanted to. He didn’t really care. He never asked about you.
It’s too late, Happy. Goodnight.
You turned your phone off and closed your eyes.
This was for the best.
You had feelings for Happy but he was using you. You were just a distraction, someone to keep his bed warm.
You hadn’t minded, not at first, but now you were getting real feelings for him.
And every time you left his room and didn’t hear from him your heart broke a little more.
Happy stared at the phone, a frown on his face.
It’s too late, Happy. Goodnight.
The words played over and over in his head and Happy stared at the phone, twirling it in his hands.
You never said no.
Whenever he called, you’d come, whenever he’d text, you’d come.
It’s too late, Happy. Goodnight.
Why were you doing this? He needed you. You calmed him down, made him feel something. But he couldn’t get too close, this life was too dangerous, and he thought you understood that.
Happy sighed and tossed his phone across the room before flipping down onto the bed and closing his eyes.
It’s too late, Happy. Goodnight.

“I’ve had a really nice night with you, (y/n).” James said, and smiled at you as he drove.
You smiled back at him warmly.
“Me too, James.”
You had known James for a few months now, he was a regular at work and after politely declining his date offers for a while you had finally agreed.
It’s not like you had a future with Happy; you hadn’t even heard from him in two weeks, and even if you had you knew it would just me another booty call.
You weren’t exactly lying.
Your date with James had been good, he was a nice guy and he made you laugh.
But his eyes were blue and you missed the darkness.
His skin was bare and you missed the intricate tattoos.
He was a good guy that made you laugh, and you missed the bad boy that made you moan.
He drove in silence, both of you looking out of the windows contently.
James began to hum and you smiled to yourself as he reached his hand across the car and intertwined his fingers with yours.
The car pulled into your street and you scanned the passing fences and houses.
James pulled to a stop in front of your house and turned the car off before turning to you.
“I’d really like to do this again.” He said warmly.
You reached down and grabbed your bag and pulled it onto your lap.
“Yeah, me too. I’d-”
You stopped mid sentence.
Your eyes had looked past James, out the window and into the street.
Where Happy stood, leaning against his bike and a cigarette pressed between his lips.
“Happy.” You whispered.
James chuckled.
“You make me happy too, (y/n).”
You snapped back to reality and smiled awarded before quickly pecking his cheek.
“I’ll call you.” You said and hurriedly got out of the car.
“Night, babe.” James called and pulled into the street.
You watched him drive until the tail lights disappeared around the corner, your heart beating in your throat.
Across the street Happy watched you, standing in your driveway with wide eyes and your lips opened slightly.
He tossed his cigarette to the ground and walked across the street.

“Hey little girl.” Happy said, and you realised how much you had missed his raspy voice.
“What are you doing here, Hap?”
You asked quietly.
Happy ignored tie question and paced circles around you, his dark eyes taking in every inch of you.
“I thought we had a deal.” He said as he stopped moving and stood in front of you his face blank.
“What deal?” You asked and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Your mine. Not his.” Happy growled.
You laughed bitterly.
“I’m yours? Fuck you, Happy! I’m only yours when it’s convenient! I go days without hearing from you, weeks even! So don’t you dare try and make me your fucking property!” You snapped.
You breathed heavily, your body trembling with rage as you finally spoke the words you had been holding back for so long.
He raised his eye brows at your words and nodded slowly.
“I need you, (y/n).” He said.
“No, Happy. You need my pussy. You don’t give a shit about me! That’s why you’ve never come here before, why you’ve never asked me about myself! You know you could come and see me for once, Hap! You don’t need me!” You yelled.
Happy growled and stepped closer to you, his hands grasping your arms roughly.
“You think I only want to fuck you?” He laughed darkly. “I’ve got plenty of pussy, babygirl. But none of them make me feel the way you do.” His breath was hot on your lips and he stepped closer to you.
“None of them calm me the way you do. You think I don’t want you? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stay away from you?” He growled.
You stared into the darkness of his eyes.
“I’m a killer, (y/n). I’ve done things that would give you nightmares forever little girl. But this life is dangerous, that’s why I’ve kept you away. But I can’t stay away from you. I try but I can’t do it.”
His hands held your arms tighter and his face was inches from yours.
He wasn’t yelling anymore, his voice was quiet and low and you breathed in every word he said.
“Happy.” You whispered.
You pressed your lips against his and he kissed you back hungrily, his hands moving from your arms to your waist.
“Your mine.” He growled against your lips.
You nodded and kissed him back deeply.
“I’m yours.”

Say it with Flowers

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Suzy Lee (mentioned), Mary Winchester (mentioned), Sam Winchester (mentioned), Jess Winchester (mentioned), Leah Winchester (OFC - Sam’s kid - mentioned), Gabriel Novak (mentioned), Gabriel’s daughter (OFC - mentioned)

Pairing: Destiel

Wordcount: 2900ish

Warnings: Insecurities, cheating (not Cas or Dean), fluff mostly and falling in love.

A/N: This is an Au based on this prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says, “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” - it was originally posted by @demisexualmerrill and was requested by @1dstudyblr

This is the first time I wrote Destiel in AU so bare with me. Actually I think it is the first time I have ever written a one shot in AU. I hope you guys will like it cause it was fun to write.

Thanks to amazing, crazy, sassy, loveable @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me - Rach shame on you for living on the other side of the world!

Castiel Novak’s “Say it with Flowers” shop was across from the street to “Winchester Automotives.” For the past year ever since Castiel opened his flower shop he had, suffered a crush on the mechanic across the street, Dean Winchester.

Granted Castiel had never spoken more than two words to the man, mainly good morning or good night as they opened or closed up shop, but there was something about  him that drew Castiel towards him. He wished he had the courage to ask him out. He nearly had once, that was right up until a beautiful blond had walked up behind Dean and wrapped her arms around him. When he had turned around she had kissed him as she was trying to drown the poor guy, but unfortunately he hadn’t seemed to mind and Castiel had tugged tail and ran.

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Sammi’s Masterlist

So, since we’re trying to write regularly, we’ve attempted a masterlist! Each symbol(s) beside each title means something; the meanings to each symbol will be below the masterlist itself. We will be writing more in the coming days and we will try to update said list to the best of our ability. Thank you to everyone who has given us feedback, reblogged or/and liked our writings! The encouragement means more than you know, especially to two newly blossomed fanfiction authors. Feel free to message us, send in asks, requests, imagines, anything! Whatever you’d like to see brought to fruition in writing form, send it in and we will try our damnest to write it! (Please. We [I] need ideas.) <3

Dean Winchester: 

Movie Nights Are Made for Sleeping (~) (When [y/n] and Dean take a night to relax with a good movie, Dean can’t help to admire the woman of his dreams)

Sweet Home Alabama (~) ( When Dean hears some god-awful singing coming from the kitchen, he decides to help the damsel with her vocal skills using his elusive and rarely seen guitar skills. Little did he know that he would walk into that kitchen a troubled man and walk back out with a weight lifted off his shoulders.)

The Soul-Swap Swing  (~) (!)  (When a hunt goes wrong, [y/n] and Dean are thrown into the throes of a powerful spell that leaves them reeling and confused– and not in the right bodies. Will they be able to sort through the confusion of inhabiting different vessels? How will Dean fare with this new position? Will [y/n] finally allow herself to acknowledge the extent of her feelings?)

Starry Skies and Green-Apple Eyes (~)  ([Y/n] and Dean take a small break from the world for a night as they camp out along the sands and rocks of the Western desert.)

The Hunt  (!) (*) (~) (It’s been forty years of a lonely existence since [y/n]’s world has fallen apart, since she was plunged right into the middle of the Supernatural world– and on the wrong side of it. For that period of isolation and agonizing determination to exterminate her own kind, the young-turned-immortal woman has been convinced that she is now incapable of love, or being loved, and that she will meet a bloody end. But when one hunt goes completely sideways, when Fate twists its fingers in her destiny and brings her face-to-face with the Winchesters– the most renowned hunters in the world– will she finally discover something about herself? Or will she truly end in her own blood– going down fighting, and still without the answers she’s been unknowingly searching for for almost half a century…) Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2 (Part 3 coming sometime soon.)

Witches, Man. (*) ( Dean x Rowena) (A rowdy coven of witches brings together two polar opposites as Rowena and Dean steak out to bring them down. A formal party sets the scene for potions, spells, and fogged bathroom mirrors. Who knows what happened to the pair in that bar– and who knows if they’ll regret the consequences, or if they’ll find a new, unmistakable chemistry.)

Hell If I Know (*) (Demon!Dean x Rowena) ( When Rowena finally traps Dean Winchester, freshly christened as the newest member of the demon family, she finds that there’s a price to pay for the answers she seeks.)

Midnight Quickies (*) (MOC!Dean x Rowena)  (A few drinks turn into a quickie at the local motel when Dean and Rowena meet while he isolates himself for the sake of safety and self-imposed torture.)

Time Traveler’s Vampire Masterlist –  (Dean x OC) (Dean is thrown back into the 1800′s on the command of returned Archangel, Gabriel, in hopes of finding the relic that could lend them a hand in finally defeating Lucifer. Little does he know, Dean finds much, much more than a relic, and the hunter is thrown into a situation that forces him to further reevaluate all that he has ever known.)

Sam Winchester:

Cold Dreams and Cold Showers  (!) (When a nightmare shakes [y/n] out of her sleep, she rushes to find her nightly comfort– only to find that he, too, needs the reassurance.) 

Old Time Rock ‘N’ Roll (Soulless Sam x Reader) (*) ( When [y/n] cools off at a local bar, she meets a rather interesting individual whom immediately snags her attention. After the resulting one-night-stand, [y/n] is brought to a strartling realization.)


Humanity Over Heaven  (*) (A distraught angel finally confronts his feelings after witnessing his fragile mortal nearly succumb to the seriousness of her injuries.)

Angels of a Feather (!) ( When [y/n] stumbles upon an age-old partner on the cold streets of busy Chicago, her past swells up from the depths and drags her back into the fray. Castiel’s grace has been taken, angels have been thrown out of Heaven and she is surrounded by a world in shambles once again.) 

Thank You (*)  (When [y/n] sits down one night to teach an angel how to play Poker, she doesn’t expect to stay in for the evening. But, after one thing leads to another, Castiel and the huntress are spilling secrets that they never thought would see the light of day. Words become actions, and they find solace in each other in ways they never thought they would.)

The Love of an Angel (!) (Their love has been years in the making, but [y/n]’s abrupt demise spells out a rough going for Castiel. Being newly human doesn’t help the situation as the (ex)angel strikes out on his own and suffers in his own self-imposed isolation as he tries to live with these mortal emotions, determined to avenge the only woman he’s ever loved.)


Good Morning Kisses  (Gadreel x Reader) (*) (Despite swallowing her lurking feelings for Sam after so many years, and even as she fights this blossoming attraction to the angel who inhabits his body, [y/n] can’t help but to give in to the urges that have plagued her since the angel first laid eyes on her.)

Find Your Angel (Gabriel x Reader) (*) (!) ( In a world where [y/n] is surrounded by normal people with normal names for their soulmate markings, she is outcast for her abnormal runes. It’s a language nobody’s ever seen, and no one can translate to her who her mate is– until she’s introduced to the hunting life, until she’s introduced to a man mated to an angel. Will she find her own angel?)

Set Her Free (Rowena x Female Reader) (*)(~) ( When Rowena drops by for a surprised, though not unwelcome, visit at the Bunker, [y/n] is finally given the opportunity to face secret feelings and secret gifts. When presented with the opportunity to escape the hunting life and take up her heritage, will she leave the Winchesters, or will she stay?)

Three’s Company (Dean x Reader x Sam) (*) (~) ( It’s been several months since [y/n] has moved in with the Winchester boys and laid a claim to their hearts. But it’s been years since she’s told anyone her secret, and when a night of Uno and whiskey finally takes its tole, she can’t help but to want her boyfriends to know of her secret, too.)

(*): Explicit Smut Theme(s)

(~): Fluff Only 

(!): Angst themes, death, or violence. 

It felt good to be back in town again, Lorelei thought as she walked down Church Street. She was lost in thought from the past few days of dealing with family and laying her mother to rest, but being home brought her some comfort. It wasn’t until she’d bumped past somebody that she was brought back to reality. “Oh wow, I’m so sorry…,” she exclaimed as she turned around to see who she’d run into.