better lock your door

Night Shifts. [Smut]

A/N; I am so sorry that this took me ten million years to write. This wouldn’t have been possible without the bad influences in my life! ( @we-are-like-a-timebomb ,  @writing-obrien . @dumbass-stilinski and the wonderful @mandylove1000 <3 ) Enjoy! xoxo 

Pairing: StuartxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,716

Listen to this.

Originally posted by never-ever-stop-for-anyone

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S̺͍͉͔͉̞̪Ḁ̸̰̮͝Y̶̪ ̳͇̭͍̥̭͉ͅG̕҉̡̦̲O̤̫͖͎̗͜͞ͅÒ̴̬̠̺̪̥͉̳͉̥͝D̨̺̦̯͙͙͔̯͚͠B̸̬̻̝͉͍̻̀͝Y҉̫̝̖̹̝̠͠E̲̩͟͝ͅ

So….this was supposed to be a Christmas present, and it’s March now…..But!! I am extremely relieved and happy to be posting this for @lum1natrix​, the person that I believe to be the most obsessed with Anti. Anyway! You all can enjoy it too, I spent a lot of time on this :)


POEM CREDIT GOES TO @joker-tracey

You stretched as the video finished up and a last glitch of Anti flashed across the screen. You reached for the laptop screen to shut it so you could go to sleep, but realized that the glitch wasn’t going away…as if the video hadn’t yet ended. You flicked the mouse to the side a bit, wondering if your screen was just frozen, but you watched with a chill as the cursor moved across the screen without any sort of stutter. A sensation of someone watching you started to creep through your body, and you attempted to close the laptop as an eerie silence permeated the room….But the screen wouldn’t move. It stayed stuck open, and Anti chuckled creepily through the buzzing white noise coming through the speakers. The soulless black voids of his eyes flickered with an electric green light, and he straightened his back with another ghostly cackle before the screen shut off…along with all of the lights in your room.

1…2…Anti’s coming for you….

A tingle crept up your spine as a deadly silence seemed to reverberate against all of the walls. You jumped at a sensation of cold fingers running across your neck, drawing icy trails on your skin. A yelp forced itself out of your chest as your chair swiveled around against your will, and another maniacal laugh suddenly resonated through the empty space.

3…4…Better lock your door….

You stood up and ran to the entrance to your bedroom with fear, trying to open it only to find that it had been locked. Shivers began to race up and down your spine, and a small puff of air that could’ve been a breath whispered over the vulnerable back of your neck. A low chuckle resounded, this time right next to your ear.

5…6…Grab a crucifix….

“Traaaaaciiiiiiiii…….” A haunting, yet familiar, voice floated through the air. “Aren’t you scaaaaaaaaaared?” You turned around slowly, thinking that someone would be standing there, watching you…but there was just darkness that seemed to be forming into a shape vaguely resembling a humanoid figure.

7…8…Gonna stay up late….

“Don’t you recognize me, darling?” The voice purred quietly next to your ear. You jumped, searching wildly for someone, anyone, but there was no one there. A high pitched giggle sounded next to your other ear, and you turned again, only to find no one. “Is someone a little worried? A little stressed? A little…terrified?” The snickering continued, a bit more maniacal and louder than before.

9…10…Never sleep again….

You froze as an ice cold hand grasped your own, and cold breath made the back of your neck tingle. Butterflies flooded your stomach as the low chuckle rumbled next to your ear. “Keep one eye open as you sleep, Traci.” And then it was gone. The hand, the breath, the laugh, the darkness, everything. The light’s flickered back on, and Anti was in the computer, the video having actually finished now.

You sat back down and slowly exhaled before bringing in more oxygen to satisfy your lungs. Had Anti…? No. There’s no way, he’s fictional! …Right? You decided to sleep on it, and you sure as hell did, staying in your bed until nearly one in the afternoon. You silently cursed yourself for staying asleep for so long and got up, stretching until you felt somewhat more awake than before.

After a shower and some food, you sat down at your computer and pulled up the most recent video from Jack. You felt the familiar rush of emotions–a combination of adrenaline, butterflies, and fear–as Anti flashed across the screen, and each time you marked the timestamp to gif later. But then it happened again. The screen froze on Anti at the end, the lights flickered and then went out.

1…2…Anti’s coming for you….

The same things that happened the previous night started almost immediately, and a shrill snicker was accompanied by a cold hand on yours. You jumped and froze from fear, your breath starting to come in little tiny puffs that formed into miniature clouds in front of your mouth. The black darkness seemed to swirl in front of your eyes, as if it was a mist instead of only being a result of the power outage.

3…4…Better lock your door….

“Would you like to play a game with me?” Anti hissed. You nodded, almost as if it wasn’t up to you to decide. “Goooooood.” Another chuckle rang out and you stood up, trying to find the demon in the darkness that was churning all around you. Churning as if it was some representation of a tortured past. “Let’s see if you can get out before I kiiiiiill youuuuuuu!”

“Wait, what?!” you exclaimed, an icy dagger of fear plunging itself deep into your heart. “But that’s complete bullsh–” An icy cold finger laid itself on your lips and an invisible force rendered your voice useless, butterflies racing through your stomach as the adrenaline kicked in.

5…6…grab a crucifix….

“Ready….” The fingers trailed down from your lips, following the curve of your cheek before tracing the line of your neck and finally finding a place on your collarbone. “Set….” A frosty blade followed the same path but on the opposite side of your face, resting with the sharp edge poised to slice. A slight pressure was applied to your soft skin and a gasp got caught in your throat as the skin was punctured, and a small cut appeared. The next whisper sent a cool breath over your ear, making chills race through every fiber of your being.


7…8…You better stay awake….

You jumped up as the hand and blade disappeared and rushed to the door…or where you thought the door was. Now, in place of the wooden frames and the shiny knob, there was just a smooth expanse of wall. You followed the curve of the wall with your hands, trying to find where the exit went in a slight panic, when you tripped over something. As you came crashing down, your ankles got entangled and your body got snatched up into a web that seemed as if it was fashioned by darkness instead of fabric. Your arms were hopelessly pinned at your sides and you could hardly move your body at all. A snicker echoed off of the walls and you felt sweat start to drip down the back of your neck, despite the frigid temperature inside of the room.

9…10…I’m back again….

“Well well well, look at this. My dear, it appears that you went the wrong way and got more stuck instead of escaping!” A glowing green eye appeared in front of you, getting steadily closer with each word. “It’s a shame; I actually thought you would be the one to do it.” He sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed and almost sad.

“H-how many people have you killed this way?!” you exclaimed between gasps of air.

“Darling, let’s just say that I haven’t been unsatisfied for a very, very long time.” The eye disappeared and a glitchy chuckle resounded just past your head. A moment later, a wisp of cold breath, accompanied by soft lips brushing over your ear, made you shiver, along with the frigid blade returning to your neck. “Now….”

“S̺͍͉͔͉̞̪Ḁ̸̰̮͝Y̶̪ ̳͇̭͍̥̭͉ͅG̕҉̡̦̲O̤̫͖͎̗͜͞ͅÒ̴̬̠̺̪̥͉̳͉̥͝D̨̺̦̯͙͙͔̯͚͠B̸̬̻̝͉͍̻̀͝Y҉̫̝̖̹̝̠͠E̲̩͟͝ͅ.”

anonymous asked:

Inspired by the other one XD Headcannon that Yoosung slowly goes insane after Rika dies and turns into her (kind of like the horror movie: "The Victim" lololol)

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Dude imagine… like pretends he legit lose it. 



  • He would begin to think that Yoosung is trying this acting coping exercise and he lets it slide for a couple of days, but when Yoosung ask Zen to take him to the mall to buy clothes, he expected to go into the mens section 
  • Yooosung: Follow me Zenny *giggles* Do you think this dress looks good on me? 
  • Zen: Um Yoosung? Why are we here? Quit the acting please. Its dangerous to always use the coping exercise. Rika is gone okay, now lets get you some new clothes :) Shopping and beer always helps 
  • Yoosung: heheheheh what ever do you mean Lovely Zen? How can I ever be an amazing actor as yourself? heheheh Oh gosh Zen :) You look so cute when you play around :) Now lets continue shopping!  I need to look good for Jihyun 
  • Zen: *walks away and calls Jumin*  
    • Jumin: Yes I’m in a meeting, what is it?
    • Zen: I am scared. Yoosung thinks he is RIka. 
    • Jumin: How do you know? 
    • Zen: He said he wants to look good for Jihyun and wants to pick out a dress so HE can impress him
    • Jumin: Mother of God. Get him home, Ill bring doctors. 
      • *hangs up* 
      • I don't get paid enough for this shit 
  • Zen: Yoosung where are you? *searches for yoosung in the store*
    • He continues searching till he sees Yoosung buying a wig that looks like Rikas hair. 
  • Legits starts to be frighten as fuck like he is beyond scared like this man is ready to fucking walk away but he wants to be there for his friend. 


  • He goes to Yoosungs house to check up on him because he hasn’t been in the chatroom for almost a week. He grabbed the spare key under the flower pot and opens the door. 
  • He notices that the the entire apartment was dark. He sees a faint light coming from the bedroom and he slowly steps towards the slightly open door. He was afraid to see him there lifeless, he shook his head trying to get the image out of his head and looked through the door. 
  • He saw Yoosung holding mini toys of the RFA and the little plush dolls looked exactly like each of the members. Saeyoung held his breath and noticed Yoosung was singing lightly 
    • 1, 2, Rikas coming for you  
    • 3, 4 better lock your doors 
    • 5, 6 grab your crucifix
    • 7, 8 gonna stay awake
    • 9, 10 never gonna sleep again
      • Heheheheh Saeyoouuung I know you're here, Dont you want to know about your brother? hehehehehe
        • Saeyoung was shook
          • What did you say Yoosung? 
        • Yoosung just did a girly laugh and turn his head slightly and noticed his eyes were the same color of Rikas, he put on blush and everything 
          • Hehehehehehe Whose Yoosung? My name is Rika :)
        • Saeyoung was scared, knowing, the gullible Yoosung was gone. He grabbed his crucifix and started to pray going near him


  • Jaehee and Jumin decided to go see how Yoosung was doing since the lost of his beloved cousin. They knew it must be hard on him and they wanted to be there for support. They decided to do a quick unexpected visit to his apartment after a very important meeting. 
  • After the very stressful but successful meeting, they went to the basement to meet up with Driver Kim. Driver Kim opened the door for them both and had the lunch already picked up so they can eat with Yoosung. 
  • Jaehee: I really hope he is okay Mr. Han, I know how it is losing a loved one 
  • Jumin: Im sure he is fine, he may be sad and I believe we shouldnt bring up those emotions. We want him to be happy and content. 
  • Jahee: *sighs* I sure hope so Mr. Han
  • They finally arrived to Yoosungs apartment. Jaehee was holding the food and she made her way to the door to knock on the door. After a few seconds, someone open the door and it was Rika? 
  • Jumin: Saeyoung, what did we tell you? You cannot cosplay Rika, it will make it worse for Yoosung. Please take it off and bring Yoosung to the kitchen we brought food. 
    • Jumin was about to enter the door but he was stopped by Jaehee. He gave her a puzzled look and and she motioned towards Yoosung. 
  • Yoosung: Hahahahahah Jumin *caresses his shoulder* you were ALWAYS so hilarious. Dont you recognize me, its me Rika! 
  • Jumin was getting Vietnams flashbacks and he was so shook he left the building to get fresh air. 
  • Jaehee was left alone with ‘Rika’ 
  • Jaehee: So um Rika, how are you? 
  • Yoosung: Jaehee you are so cute, my lovely Jihyun was right to pick you to be Jumins assistant :) Hahaahah your face is funny, are you surprise to see me? 
  • Jaehee legit dropped her paperwork and her food. 
  • She knew she needed to help Yoosung because if not
  • He will be gone forever. 
I'm Not A Vampire
Falling In Reverse
I'm Not A Vampire

“I’m Not A Vampire”

Well I’m not a vampire
But I feel like one
Sometimes I sleep all day
Because I hate the sunlight
My hands are always shaking
Body’s always aching
And the dark is when I feed.

Well I can lure any woman that I want to in my bed with me
And whiskey seems to be my holy water
Mothers better lock your doors and hide your daughters

I’m insane
Well, I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?
For goodness sakes
Where is my self-control?
If home is where my heart is
Then my heart has lost all hope

Well I’m not a zombie
But I feel like one today
Self-induced comatose, chemical daze

My head is always spinning
From this dizzy blurry vision,
And my stomach has had enough
I feel like a lady
That is pregnant with a baby
‘Cause I’m always throwing up

Hi, my name is Ronnie
I’m an addict
(Hi, Ronnie!)
Daddy should’ve never raised me on Black Sabbath!

I’m insane
Well, I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?
For goodness sakes
Where is my self control?
If home is where my heart is
Then my heart has lost all hope

God bless all of you now
'Cause I’m going straight to Hell
And I’m taking you down with me
'Cause you know damn well

I’m insane
Well, I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?

I’m insane
Well, I can feel it in my bones
Coursing through my veins
When did I become so cold?
For goodness sakes
Where is my self control?
If home is where my heart is
Then my heart has lost all hope
All hope
All hope

anonymous asked:

Can you Pwease make a part three to the grim reaper Namjoon story 💕 I'm super into this story and I'm loving every min of it tysm even if you don't do it 💕💕

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8  // Part 9// Part 10  // Part 11  // Part 12  // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 // Finale


Check out the side series of all the other reapers!!

Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

Words: 1879

Namjoon had returned to your place at 3 in the morning, while you worked on an essay that was due later in the day. You hadn’t even noticed him returning until you glanced over at the sofa across from you and realized he was sitting there.

You threw a pillow at him.

“Do you want me to have a heart attack?” You accused, holding up another one. Namjoon grinned, shaking his head.

“No, because then Yoongi would have to come get your soul.”

“Yoo- who? Who’s that?” You wondered, pushing your laptop aside and getting up. Namjoon sat up straight on the other sofa, and you inspected his face.

“He’s the reaper of diseases. Well, the first reaper for that.”

“Mm, oh. Well, don’t sneak up on me anymore.” You sat on the floor in front of him, checking to see his face. He’d gained some color back, so you knew he was doing better. 

“Did you lock your door?” Namjoon asked, but you weren’t listening.

“Can I touch you yet?”

“No, no way.” He replied smoothly, standing up. Namjoon took his time pulling his gloves off, along with his sweater next. You stood, too. “Not for awhile, you can’t.”

“How many souls did you collect?” You changed the subject quickly, trying to destroy the feeling of despair building up. Not for awhile, you can’t?

“A little over 200,000. Let’s not talk about that right now.”

You said nothing, looking at him with as serious an expression you could make. Namjoon wasn’t smiling either, which made him look mysterious, dangerous. You picked up a towel still hanging around on the couch and stuck it over his lips, before pressing your own to it. His body seemed to limp slightly, but he took fistfuls of your shirt and pulled you closer. Namjoon dragged himself away first, letting the towel drop between you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” You stepped back, shivering slightly at the feel of closeness. That, and his cold radiating towards you.

“Never mind that. I only came here to tell you that guy who attacked you in the shop had a heart attack.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Why’d you have to make him have a heart attack? He was already going to j-”

“I didn’t.” He said firmly. Namjoon gave you a look that read he was serious, and you couldn’t help but believe him.

“Who did, then? You were the only reaper there.”

“(Y/N), I’m only a reaper of physical deaths, not anything else. He had a heart attack when speaking to the police. I wasn’t there.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You wondered, feeling a little too freaked out

“Just, lock all your doors and windows.”

“Namjoon, why are you telling me this?” You pressed on, narrowing your eyebrows in suspicion. For some reason he seemed to be reacting differently, which made a certain fear build up in you.

“Another reaper knows I keep saving you.”

Your face fell, and Namjoon collapsed back on the couch.

“Just locking my doors and windows won’t work.” You whispered, and he nodded.

“That won’t save you,” he agreed. “but if you just try to avoid actually dying, then I’ll be able to save you from them.”

“You can’t save me from everything if you don’t want to disappear!” You snapped, and he sighed deeply.

“I have to go, which is why I came her to tell you that. Be careful, and just go to sleep. Reaper’s can’t kill you in your dreams. They can scare you into waking up, but don’t let it happen.”


He cut you off. “Listen to me. Don’t let it happen. You know how, you’ve done it with me plenty of times.”

And he was gone. Namjoon disappeared in front of you, and you shivered in the momentary gust of wind that blew past you.

You didn’t want to sleep, now. You felt a little too freaked out, so you decided to calm yourself by showering. Grabbing a towel, you cranked the shower on high heat before stepping into it. As water ran down your body, you felt your tense muscles slowly coming undone. The heat always felt nice, but you didn’t mind the cold either. It also wasn’t because because Namjoon’s skin was ice cold…

You decided to wash your hair while in the shower, because you’d spent too much time just enjoying the heat wash your chilled bones. While you washed your hair, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Namjoon?” You wondered, wringing out your hair so the suds would be whisked away. Did he come back to yell at you, for not sleeping? There was no answer, so you were sure it was merely because he couldn’t hear you.

Another knock, and you turned the water onto low so he could hear you this time.

“Namjoon, what are you doing? I thought you were busy.” 

No answer.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned the water off completely, smacking open the glass barrier between you and the cold, before wrapping the towel around your now cold body.

As you stepped from the shower, Namjoon knocked on the door again. This time, it was much more irritated, and it sounded harsher than before.

“Stop knocking, I can hear y-”

The door crashed open, and you backed up against the wall. It wasn’t Namjoon standing there, but another, shorter man in all black. His hair was a dark brown strewn lazily down to his ears.

“What the hell? Get out!” You were trapped, and his full lips upturned into a grin. The man flicked his tongue across his lips, before coming closer to you. You picked up the nearest thing to you, which just so happened to be a hair brush.

“You’re going to fight a reaper with that?” He wondered, sounding awfully disappointed. The reaper cracked his knuckles, and his neck.

“A reaper? Aren’t you a little short to be a soul harvester?” You echoed in a dead voice, and you did your best to dodge the hand stretching out to touch your face.

“Ah, don’t run!” He called out as you whipped towards the door, which you just barely slipped out of before it was ripped off the hinges. Apparently he was good at ignoring rude comments. Or, maybe he used them to fuel his little fire.

“Please don’t run! You won’t make it far.” He called out, but you were running towards your front door. You did your best not to trip on your clumsy wet feet as you ran, but it was difficult. For a split second you turned around, before running into something stiff.

“Didn’t I say go to sleep?” Namjoon hissed, shoving you behind him, entirely aware he was close to touching your skin.

“Joonie’s here, too?” The other reaper squeaked in delight, clapping his hands together. He neared Namjoon, who sighed.

“Really, Jimin? You’re trying to make her commit suicide? Not cool.”

“Just look at her, I’d be doing that one a favor.” He rolled his eyes, patting Namjoon on the shoulder.

Namjoon snapped his neck.

Oh my god!” You screamed, only to be muffled by Namjoon shoving his jacket against your face.

“Yew jusht kwilled hmim!” You muffled into his jacket, trying your best to shove him away.

“Not dead, just sleeping. Deeply. Are you okay?” He slowly pulled away his jacket, before draping it around your shoulders. You sighed, shutting your eyes tightly.

“Mm, I’m fine. Who is he?”

“The first reaper of suicidal deaths. He’s probably one of the scariest reapers, mainly because instead of just killing you he makes you do it yourself. I can’t leave you alone anymore.”

You didn’t want him to leave you alone, either, but he had to collect souls or he’d disappear. “Namjoon-”

“Being here let’s all the other reaper’s know we’re together. Why is this so difficult?”

“Can you stay here until I fall asleep? You can leave right after, I promise.”

His face softened, and he nodded quickly. Namjoon stepped aside so you could walk towards your bedroom, but then realized that Jimin’s body lay twitching on the floor.

“Just walk over him, the twitching just mean his skin shouldn’t be touched by humans. I’ll get rid of him while you…dress…”

You stepped over him cautiously, looking back at Namjoon quickly before closing yourself in your room. For a moment, you placed your ear gingerly against the door to see if you could hear anything, but it was silent.

Pulling away, you pulled your towel off to dry the rest of your body before opening a drawer to pull out some pajamas. There was none, great. Your eyes scoured your room before noticing the shorts and tank top in your laundry basket. Those will do for now, you guessed.

You walked to the other side of your room, before leaning down to grab the pieces of fabric from the basket.

Your door swung open.

“Hey your bathroom door’s literally brok- oh my God I just saw your butt.” 

Your whirled around in shock, before picking up your towel to cover your body with it.

“I saw your boobs, too.” He breathed, his whole body stiff. Namjoon didn’t avert his eyes before, so you had no time to be embarrassed.

“Get out before you die!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, sending him flying out the door before even finishing your sentence.

“Why do humans change so slow? Oh my God, oh my God. I’ll just…fix your door, yeah!”

You dressed quickly this time, throwing a sweater over your body and walking out of your room. You were utterly humiliated Namjoon had seen you naked, and you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

He didn’t glance up at you when emerged from your room, which just further proved he could also not believe he’d seen you nude. Had he even seen someone naked before, you didn’t know.

“Your bathroom door’s fixed…” He mumbled, looking down at your feet. Your eyes fell back onto the spot where the reaper Jimin had been before, but he had disappeared. You decided not to question it.

“Okay, do you want me to just hang out until you go to sleep? I’ll just watch TV, then. Do you have coffee? I-” He turned, but you took a fistful of his thick shirt which caused him to pause.

“I mean come to bed.” You mumbled, and he turned around.

“I hate feeling like this. Stop acting shy because it makes my stomach want to explode.” He wore a bitter smile that stretched his face and made him look like a creepy clown.

“Isn’t that called butterflies?” You smirked, letting Namjoon pick your sweater sleeve up and drop your hand away from his shirt.

“Butterflies? In my stomach? Are you crazy or just stupid?”

“It’s a metaphor, and I’m neither, thank you very much.” You snapped, hitting him in the shoulder. He grinned, turning you around towards your bedroom door and holding onto your shoulders.

“Is your bed even big enough for two?” He wondered, and you nodded.

“It just means we’ll have to lay very close together.”

“I’ll get my gloves.” He muttered, leaving you to wait for him in your room.

A shy girl´s guide to a Winchester

The following OneShot was a request and I liked writing it. I added a little bit more plot to it and I hope you like it and it is as cute as you wanted it to be.

Request:  can i get a super cute Sam x shy!reader. where they finally confess their feelings for each other while they’re trapped somewhere during a case?

Pairing: Sam x shy!reader

Length: 1600 Words. (exactly!)

Warnings: fluff, cuteness

Originally posted by jared-and-jensen-winchester


Despite all the times you complained about the uncomfortable motel bed, the endless hours you spent in the Impala and the annoying sound of Dean and Sam bickering about nonsense, life was great.
You were hunting evil sons of bitches and spent most of the time with two impossible handsome guys who both happened to protect you like you were their sister and you loved it.
Especially the times when you all came back to life in the bunker felt like you were on a never ending sleepover, often accompanied by Charlie or Cas.
Maybe Dean and Sam weren´t quite of the same opinion, but you were so grateful to be here, safe and loved by good friends hat you didn´t care about the fact that life seemed to hate you sometimes, you just continued to love it.
The thing that seemed to change everything, happened when you were sitting in the library with Sam and Dean, playing a simple card game that you won every time you guys played it, which might have been the reason the boys kept playing it with you because they liked everything that made you happy and gave you self confidence because you usually were rather shy.
“Hah, won again, bitches”, you exclaimed totally out of character and put your last card down before realizing what you had just said and blushing deeply which made the brothers laugh.
Dean looked at you in astonishment: “God (Y/N), you spent way too much time with Charlie already. Stop calling us bitches.”
You grinned shyly and shook your head while Dean sighed: “When have you ever done something I said? Okay, I´m tired guys, I´m heading to bed.”
You nodded and Sam said: “All right”, while Dean winked at you one last time and then left.
Sam got up from his seat: “Do you wanna play chess?”
“Of course”, you agreed and nodded excitedly. Playing chess with Sam was always a challenge and you loved a good challenge.
After he had sat up the chessboard, you both got in a concentration-zone and the game was as heated and competitive as always and if you were being honest, you liked it even better than winning five rounds straight when playing cards.
The game took over an hour and you both talked about a lot of random stuff and exchanged the usual amount of silly threats and jokes.
Eventually you had to accept Sam´s claim: “You´re checkmate”, and fell back into your chair.
“You just got luck”, you gave back and for a few moments you and Sam sat there, in comfortable silence, looking at each other, and you wondered why you two could always do this, sitting there all alone, staring at each other, without it being awkward.
“You know that if a person looks you in the eye for more than three seconds straight, they either want to kiss or murder you”, Sam said out of the blue and for some reason you cut your eyes away from his immediately.
“Well”, you said, suddenly feeling pretty overwhelmed, “you better lock your door tonight or I´ll might come for you.”
It sounded lame and somehow forced, not the usual light joke shared between good friends and you realized it immediately, hastily beginning to gather up the chess pieces and stowing them back on the board.
“I´m very tired now, see you tomorrow Sam”, you said and left without even looking at him again.

When you reached your room you shut the door and put both of your hands over your face. What had just happened?
He had just been making a joke, as he always did.
Still in trance, you got into your nightgown and crawled under the blanket.
Deep down you knew that the only reason his words had caught you so off guard, was that this was not the first time you had thought about your close relationship with Sam.
It was only the first time that he had expressed what you had thought about for months now: You were so comfortable around each other, that it wasn´t normal.
Sure, you were extremely good friends with both of the boys and there wasn´t much you would have embarrassed of in front of them, but with Sam it was different.
And then you realized that you really, really wanted to kiss him.
Deciding that you were never ever going to act on this stupid friendship-destroying emotion, you closed your eyes, refusing to continue to think about this.
But somehow while you fell asleep, you figure that Sam surely didn´t want to murder you, so probably he wanted to kiss you a little bit too.#

After the “chess-incident”, as you you had started calling the embarrassing moment between you and Sam in your mind, almost three weeks passed with none of you saying anything about it and you almost thought that things were going to go back to normal, even though you thought about Sam a little bit more often than you used to and certainly in different ways than you used to.
Right now you were on a hunt, clearing out some vamp´s nest in Illinois.
“Okay, I think we´ve got all of them. I´ll check the attic, just for sure, you two could check out the basement”, Dean ordered and you wiped your blade at a curtain and nodded.

Sam led the way through the old building and you followed him, making sure no bloodsucker was hiding in any of the empty rooms and when you reached the trapdoor that led into the basement, you were pretty sure the house was empty.
Cautiously you opened the metal-door and tried to get a glimpse at what lied down the ladder.
“I´m going down first”, Sam announced, obviously trying to protect you from any harm as always.
You rolled your eyes but stepped aside so he could climb down, following seconds after him.
Once you were down, you tried to adjust your eyes to the darkness, the only source of light being a dirty window that seemed to be barred.
“I don´t think anything is down here”, you stated, turning around once more, seeing that there were no other doors, just this tiny little room.

Right when you were about to get up the ladder again, the trapdoor slammed shut and you let out a muffled scream.
“Shit”, Sam said and ran towards the hole and pressed against the door.
After a minute or so he stated: “It´s blocked somehow, I bet some leftover Vamp did that, I hope Dean is okay.”
You rolled your eyes again: “Dean´s basically the Terminator, he can deal with one hiding, little vamp. I´ll guess we just have to wait, I left my bag with my phone upstairs.”
Sam run a hand through his hair and then nodded: “I guess so.”
For five minutes there was absolute silence inside the cellar until Sam came over to you and mumbled: “Do you want my jacket? I think it´s pretty chilly down here.”
Even though you wanted to say that you were fine, you couldn´t resist the urge to take his jacket and when you put it around your shoulders, you could smell him on it and it was amazing.
“Thank you”, you whispered and looked at him, even though it was difficult to make out his face in the dark.
You just stood there, looking at each other, you so small in his giant jacket, he so tall that he barely could stand upright in this place.
A smile was on his lips and you couldn´t quite shake the feeling that it was especially for you.
Suddenly he said: “You know, I don´t want to murder you.”
A little confused you frowned: “Well, thanks, I guess…?”, you said, but then you realized what he meant and made: “Oh…”
For a while you debated on your next move, and then decided to just go for it:
“I don´t want to murder you either.”
It must have been the strangest conversation two people had ever had, but to you it made perfect sense, and when he said: “May I?, you knew exactly what he meant and you nodded.
He leaned down and pressed the smallest, cutest kiss on your lips, careful and tender, as he always behaved around you.

You got up on the tip of your toes to reach him better and he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you towards him.

When you pulled back you smiled and drew little circles on his shoulder with your fingers: “I thought about this a lot lately, you know?”, you said, not knowing why you were admitting this, just sure it was the right thing to do.
Suddenly you heard a scratching noise above you and light flooded into the basement, making you involuntarily hide your face on Sam´s chest, only to hear Dean say:
“I can´t believe. I am fighting with vampires and you are making out in the basement.”
His tone was mocking and you knew it, yet you blushed a deep shade of red when you looked at him: “We weren´t making out.”
Sam grinned: “Yes we were.”
You shook your head but smiled and quickly climbed out of the cellar before Sam.
When you three were heading back to the Impala, Sam sneaked up on you and whispered into your ear: “I like it when you blush like this because of me”, which made you do exactly that once again but face the future with the knowledge that it was going to be as wonderful as it has always been.

anonymous asked:

jonathan horror movies

Every Friday you and Jonathan would have a horror movie night. You would pick a movie, make dinner and enjoy the evening. This Friday it was your turn to pick a movie and prepare some food. You decided to make pancakes and watch A Nightmare on Elm Street. Jonathan came over at around 8pm just in time when you finished your pancakes.

When you opened the door you found him looking at the sky and trees trying to find the right angle to take a picture.  After he finally did he turned around as you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer for a hug. He was your best friend and you trusted him with all your heart but sometimes you would question your friendly feelings towards him. Sometimes you would accidently fall asleep next to him during a movie night and wake up to beautiful messy haired Jonathan next to you on the couch who would make your stomach filled with butterflies. He was the only person who understood you more than you understood yourself. He also shared the same friendly feelings towards you too but was too shy to say anything about it, instead he would show you. He was always there for you and always making sure you’re okay…

First you had dinner, talked about school, people…life, and then went to your living room to watch the movie.

“I haven’t had a chance to see this one.” You said. “I picked A Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“I haven’t seen it either.”

Because it was the middle of December you both hid under the big warm blanket you brought from your room. Halfway through the movie and you were using Jonathan as a pillow. He of course didn’t mind. You didn’t want to admit but you were scared of Freddy Krueger, he was creepy and made you feel really uncomfortable.

“Are you enjoying the movie so far?” You asked him.

“Yeah it’s good and not that scary.”

“Yeah.” You lied. “Not scary at all…”

One, two, Freddy’s coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep again

When you heard that song you immediately covered your ears while shivers covered your whole body. You couldn’t help it. You have never heard it before and didn’t want to ever again. You snuggled against Jonathan as you wrapped your arms around his like a koala.

“Are you okay?”

“No.” You mumbled under the blanket. “I don’t like it.”

“We watched the Shinning last week and you were perfectly okay even though it’s was more scary than this.” He smiled.

“Because I read the book first and I knew what to expect.”

“Do you want to me to turn it off? We can watch something else.”

“No I’m okay I can do this.”

At the end of the evening you managed to watch the whole movie without jumping or covering your face. When it ended you realized you were alone with Jonathan because your parents went to visit relatives for a week.

“I like the movie.” Jonathan said trying to stand up but you didn’t let him. You were still like a koala wrapped around his arm. “(Y/N) are you okay?”

“Can I ask you something?”


“Can you stay for the night? I know it’s stupid but I’m freaked out. Please?”



“Sure I just have to call my mom.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You jumped from the couch giving him the biggest hug and kissed his cheek. When you pulled away you could clearly see he was blushing.

“You’re welcome.”

Since that night you have moved on from horror movies and decided that Friday was a day for comedies.

“Who The Fuck Is Negan?” Part One.
Please let me know what you think [good or bad]. Thanks for reading!❤️

Before the world went to shit, Allison May had been a short and sassy ball of pop culture.

Standing at only 5ft 3" and looking six or so years younger than she actually was, no one would have thought she was scary.

Until you pissed her off about something.

Foul mouthed and ready to fight she’d become.

If you were lucky enough to be in good graces, she would share her world of television, movies, comics, books, etc. with you until you just couldn’t take it anymore and just walked away.

Which would in turn just make her laugh and probably like you more.

So when the world is shit and there is no longer new episodes or issues or ideas in general, what is a girl like Allison to do?

You because a badass leader and your followers are you entertainment, your soap opera, for a while at least. Until they get boring and it’s no longer fun to watch.

“Oh, Jackson and Tabby had a fight but are already got back together.”
“Eastern tripped and knocked over the water supply again.”
“Jacob kept watch outside my door all night again.”

It was like watching the same set of reruns on tv for months straight, she was going crazy.

And then Maddison came back from a supply run with more than just three or so bottles of water and few cans of corn. She had found another group, and damn did they have drama going on…

Ever since then Ali had Jackson, Maddison, and Jacob on shifts to watch the group and report back to her.

She was in heaven. Alexandria was her new fandom.

“Aren’t Maggie and Glenn just the perfect couple?” She sighed dreamily as Jacob came in to discuss something with her.

“Yes they are Ali.” He knew to agree with her no matter what. Honestly, he thought Rosita and Abraham were a better couple. Even if he had ended thing with her and went to Sasha.

“But Ali…” Jacob said softly, placing his hands on her knees and leaning in. She’d been sitting on the edge of her bed, kicking her feet that didn’t reach the floor.

At his close proximity she leaned back on to her hands and stared up at him.

Good, he’d taken her attention away from Alexandria and got her to focus on him.

Jacob was her first…

Her first follower. He’d been trapped in a tiny gas station by a small group of walkers.

She was just passing by, opposite the building. She had wondered why the walkers had built up, but she was just going to keep moving while they were ignoring her, until she locked eyes with Jacob though the only section of glass that wasn’t covered by this or that.

She gave him a thumbs up and pulled out her gun. It was pink and he almost died right then and there. How the hell was this little girl with a pink fucking gun going to save him?

How was she still alive to begin with?

“One, two, Freddy’s coming for you!”
She said just loud enough for the walkers at the building to notice. She smirked as they started to head her way.
“Three, four, better lock your door…”
She wait until most of them were in the middle of the street before taking aim. She only took out a few before dashing behind a building.

Jacob was completely lost as to what her plan was, but she had been enough of a distraction that he thought he could get out safely now. For the most part.

But before he could move anything from in front of the door, there was a noise at the back of the building, then a soft whisper right behind him.

“Nine, ten, never sleep again.”

She was giggling at herself as Jacob almost fell trying to turn around and face her. He’d been in love with her ever since. Now it was a year later and she still didn’t love him.

Jacob shook his head, pushing the memory back. He had a car waiting for her, and she was going to be pissed if he made her miss something this huge.

“Some other group we haven’t seen before has taken Rick and his people. They aren’t too far, Maddison rushed back to let you know. He… has them on their knees, in a line up. The leader, they called him Negan.”

Allison shoved Jacob away from her, grabbing her hoodie from the end of her bed.

She was hurrying to the door, trying to get it over her head, seething with rage.

“Who the fuck is Negan?”

If he hurt one of her babies before she got there, she was going to make this Negan son of a bitch pay.


1984. Battle Cry

is the debut album by band Omen.  

The band was formed in 1983, by lead guitarist Kenny Powell, previously with the band Savage Grace and signed on with Metal Blade.

the album was Production by Brian Slagel   who was known for giving Metallica their first break in 1982, with an appearance on Metal Massacre.

“Battle Cry” is definitely a landmark album, for not only US power metal, but the entire power metal genre in general with its more violent approach to the lyrics and artwork, as well as its undeniable catchy, anthem-like choruses and riffs. If this album isn’t one that you have got to yet, or one that you found to be entirely unenjoyable, then you had better lock your doors because the Axeman will have you bound and gagged.

Battle Cry is without a doubt one of the greatest metal albums.

                 J.D. Kimball     Kenny Powell     Steve Wittig     Jody Henry


request for: @girlfuckewd

pairing: Reader x Cas

song: Ghost by Halsey

word count: 1,333


When you first met Cas, he was a sweet, innocent angel hellbent on following heaven’s orders. One day, however, everything changed. You watched as Castiel switched his loyalties, protecting you, Sam, and Dean at all costs.

“Y/N,” Castiel appeared before your eyes. “I want to give you something.”

You put your book aside and gave your full attention the angel standing in front of you. “Is everything okay, Cas?”

He pulled an angel blade out of his sleeve. “I want you to be able to protect yourself. If we are fighting against heaven and hell, you need to be able to kill both angels and demons.”

You took the cool, blade from his hands. He gave you a small smile as his bright, blue eyes connected with yours. “What about you?”

“Do not worry about me,” he told you. “This is not my first fight.”

You placed your hand on his cheek. “Let me help you.”

“I do not want you getting hurt.” He traced your lips with his thumb before pressing his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and pressed back lightly. When you opened your eyes, he was gone.

I’m searching for something that I can’t reach

I don’t like them innocent

I don’t want no face fresh

Want them wearing leather

Begging, let me be your taste test

I like the sad eyes, bad guys

Mouth full of white lies

Kiss me in the corridor

But quick to tell me goodbye

The next morning, you walked into the kitchen, only to find Cas sitting with Sam and Dean. You took a seat at the table across from Cas. “I want to help.”

“No, Y/N.” Cas said, harshly.

“It’s not your decision.” You snapped back.

Cas stood up and walked over to your side of the table before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You kicked and screamed, telling Cas to let you go. He opened the door to your room and set you down on your bed.

“Cas!” You grabbed his arm, pulling him back towards you. “What are you doing?”

He shook his head, gently pushing you back towards your bed. “This war is no good for you, Y/N. I am no good for you. It is better if you stay away.”

Cas walked out of your room, locking the door behind him.

You say that you’re no good for me

‘Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve

And I swear I hate you when you leave

I like it anyway

You paced back and forth in your room for hours, waiting for someone to unlock the door. Dean brought you some pie and a burger around lunch, but that was the only time someone had come into your room. After a few more minutes of pacing, you put your pajamas on and crawled into bed.

The door slowly creaked open and Cas walked in. “Y/N.”

“What do you want Cas?” You asked, exhausted.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around you. He watched over you as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

By the time the morning light poured into your room, he was gone.

My ghost

Where’d you go?

I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me

My ghost

Where’d you go?

What happened to the soul you used to be?

“I’ll call Meg.” You heard Castiel announce as you walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

“Morning, Y/N.” Dean smiled at you, giving you a hug.

“Morning, Dean.” You smiled back, before walking over to Sam and giving him a hug.

“I told you that you are not going to help us.” Cas scolded you.

“I need to eat.” You fired back. “And you’re in the kitchen.”

It bothered you that Cas would go to Meg for help instead of you. You wanted to be the one that Cas went to for help. As much as you hated to admit it, you were jealous and being around Cas right now was only making it worse.

You grabbed a bagel and walked back to your room. The angel blade that Cas gave you a few days ago was haunting you, teasing you even. Without a second thought, you grabbed the angel blade off of your desk and walked back into the kitchen.

“Cas.” You called out.

“Hey, Y/N.” Meg taunted you, giving you her signature smirk. “How’s it going?”

“Y/N, you should not be in here you got your breakfast.” Cas looked at you with his piercing blue eyes.

You held the angel blade up. “I came to give you this back”

Cas grabbed your free hand and pulled you out of the kitchen. “Y/N, I told you to keep it.”

You shrugged. “I don’t need it. It seems like Meg will need it more.”

“Y/N, wait-” Cas pulled you back to him and pressed his lips to yours. He ran his fingers through your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I do not want anything to happen to you.”

“I know how to fight, Cas.” You told him softly. “I want to help you.”

“You can help me by staying here.” Cas placed his hand on your cheek.

“Of course,” You gave him a warm smile. “I’ll stay.”

Tonight, you were going to join the fight, with or without him.

You’re a Rolling Stone boy

Never sleep alone boy

Got a million numbers

And they’re filling up your phone, boy

I’m off the deep end, sleeping

All night through the weekend

Saying that I love him but

I know I’m gonna leave him

You grabbed the bag of food and your angel blade before walking outside.

“You said you would stay here.” You jumped at the sound of Cas’ voice.

“You know I’m not the person to let other people fight without me.” You spun around, looking him in his baby, blue eyes.

“Y/N-” You cut Cas off.

“No, Cas, you listen to me. I don’t know who you are anymore and- and, I hate that I like it so much. You keep me out of plans, lock me in my room, and yet, I still find myself falling for you.” You cried out. “And then you disappear on me so fast like I’m imagining all of this. You act like a ghost.”

Cas took long strides over to you, wrapping you in a tight hug. “I am sorry, Y/N. I just wanted to keep you safe.”

He flashed the two of you back to your room. “Cas, what are-”

“It is okay,” He reassured you, tucking you into bed before crawling in next to you. “I will watch over you.”

“Promise me that you’ll stay with me until morning.” You pleaded.

Cas shook his head. “I cannot. I am no good for you.”

You say that you’re no good for me

'Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve

And I swear I hate you when you leave

I like it anyway

“Don’t say that, Cas.” You told him. “It isn’t true.”

Cas gave you a small smile. “Sleep, Y/N.”

You sighed, closing your eyes and falling asleep.

My ghost

Where’d you go?

I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me

My ghost

Where’d you go?

What happened to the soul that you used to be

You woke up in Cas’ arms that morning. And the day after that.

Cas pushed back a strand of your hair. “I will never leave you, Y/N.”

“What about heaven and hell?” You asked him.

“Let them come,” He smiled at you. “I am not afraid anymore.”

He placed a kiss on your nose and pulled you closer.

I’m searching for something that I can’t reach

My ghost

Where’d you go?

I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me

My ghost

Where’d you go?

What happened to the soul that you used to be

                    “One two
                     Freddy’s coming for you!
                     Three four
                     Better lock your door!
                     Five six 
                     Get your Crucifix
                     Seven eight 
                     Gonna stay up late!
                     Nine ten 
                     Never sleep again!”

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) Dir. Wes Craven