BTSs Suga/Yoongi X Reader:

BTS’s Suga/Yoongi x reader:

The combination of loud music, cheap alcohol and drunk people that seemed to grind on everything that moved had become too much. You wanted to get away. No. you needed to get away.

Your head spun as you made your way towards a set of stairs. You had absolutely no idea where they went, the house you were in being completely foreign to you, but you ascended them anyway.

After opening the first and second doors to your left and finding couples whose bodies were twisted around each other in such a state, you were tempted to just sit in the hall. Suddenly, voices could be heard from behind you. ‘Great…’ you thought.

You heard the click of a lock somewhere to your right, slightly behind you, before a firm hand pressed to your mouth. The person’s other hand wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you back into the room before kicking the door shut. You squeaked into your abductor’s hand before harshly ramming your elbow into their stomach.

You heard a deep grunt leave their lips and then the squeak of old spring as they fell back onto something.

Your eyes were wide as they tried to adjust to the dark room. The voice outside the door had grown louder, you couldn’t deal with loud people right at this moment. Forgetting the person behind you, you lunged forwards clicking the lock.

“The noise getting to you too?” You froze hearing a male voice. “You should really thank me for pulling you in here.”

You gulped, turning slowly to face him. The lights from the outside shone through the old blinds that he had just opened.

“Min Yoongi.” You looked at him questioningly causing him to roll his eyes. “That’s my name…”

“I know who you are, I’ve seen you at school.”

“Makes two of us then…” He muttered under his breath.

You weren’t going to show fear, you knew how to defend yourself in case he tried anything funny. Though, by the way he was slouched over the old looking lounge you doubt he’d even move.

You watched him slip down the sofa so he was in more of a lying position. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his body. He looked too formal for a house party. He had a white dress shirt on and a loose black tie. He wore black jeans that hung low on his hips.

“You like?” He muttered, noticing your eyes take in his body.

Your vision moved to his face as you watched him take his bottom lip between his teeth before letting his head rest back on the sofa. His hand moved up, adjusting his collar. So he was playing with you.

A smirked lined his lips before he dropped his hand, tapping the space next to him. “Come here beautiful…”

You weren’t sure why, but your body moved. It may have been because of the alcohol. Or the way he was looking at you. Or the huskiness of his voice. Or even the fact that you had a small crush on him. But you ended up next to him before a heavy make-out session commenced.

The next morning you woke facing a clean white wall. A soft and warm bed under you, an equally warm arm loosely but still possessively over your hip. You turned towards the owner and took in the perfect features of Min Yoongi.

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Got7′s Yugyeom/Kim Yugyeom x reader:

You were sitting in you boyfriend’s lap as you versed him in Mario Kart. Your boyfriend Kim Yugyeom had invited you to his dorm to play video games.

"Ahh ______ your too good at this!!" He whined in your ear.

You laughed evilly in response, crossing the finish line a long way ahead of him.

He groaned and threw his controller on the ground, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into the soft skin of your neck. You blush as he kissed your neck and a small whimper escaped your parted lips. He smirked, speedily spinning you in his arms so that now you face him. He immediately locked his lips with yours, your arms snaking around his neck, one of your hands lacing into his hair giving it a light tug. A grunt left his mouth at you action and you turned a light shade of red.

"Ooooohhh! What's going on here?!?" A loud voice game from the door way, causing you to pull apart.

You shyly hid your head in the crook of his neck, your faced now fully flushed red.

"EWWW!!" You heard Jackson obnoxious voice ring throughout the room.

"Ah hyungs!!" Yugyeom groaned while stroking the back of your head.

The hyungs only laughed in response walking to their rooms talking loudly.

You looked up and into your boyfriend’s eyes, tears welling up in yours because of the embarrassment.

"Aha, don't cry doll." He laughed and grabbed your flushed cheeks.

You laughed in response.

You two were interrupted though, "Makane..." Mark whispered, both of you looked at him waiting to hear when he was going to say.

"Use protection. Hwaiting!" He whispered with his thumbs up.

A small whine left the back of your throat as you once again hid in your boyfriend’s neck.

"Mark hyung!!!" Yugyeom yelled and he threw his head back with a hand over his face, trying to his his blush.

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BTS - When They Write Lyrics

Rapmon: guys we need to start writing songs again

Suga: let's write about big ringz

Rapmon: no

Suga: fur coatz

Rapmon: yoongi pls

Suga: the thug lyfe

Rapmon: already dOne NO you aren't allowed to contribute yoongi

Jin: what about the struggles...the struggles of living life as an underground rapper...of barely being able to afford food as you try to live life doing what you love

Rapmon: ok Jin WHAT are u talking about when were you an underground rapper

Jin: you don't know shit about me namjoon

Rapmon: taehyung do you have anything

V: any what

Rapmon: ideas

V: for what

Rapmon: for a SONG

V: ohhhh

Rapmon: ......

V: ........

Rapmon: ??????? So do you????

V: do I what

Rapmon: oh my GODDDD

J-hope: maybe it could be about all the sadness in the world

Rapmon: .....um

J-hope: and how the only thing that brings us happiness is smiles

Rapmon: uuuuuugH

J-hope: a smile full of radiance and beauty

Rapmon: why are u still talking

J-hope: my smile. it brings the most happiness. I'll be the center in the MV of course

Jungkook: whOA that sounds like a great idea

J-hope: you're learning from the master young one

Jungkook: oooo and let's add some butterflies

J-hope: wow kookie, you are learning so well, that is a wonderful idea

Jungkook: and maybe I can do a cool move like where I'm setting the butterfly free and-

Rapmon: first of all, you've aLREADY done that

Jungkook: yea but everyone loved it so let's do it again

Rapmon: no. they lied. sorry. hey Jimin HOW BOUT YOU STOP STARING AT YOURSELF AND CONTRIBUTE TO THIS DISCUSSION

Jimin: uhH what are we doing, a song?

Rapmon: yEs jimin

Jimin: well what about, a LOVE song

Suga: ooooo about who jimin ??

Jimin: my angel

Suga: omg

Jimin: my love

Suga: jimin bby

Jimin: you are my muse. I could write a million songs about you. how I don't want another pretty face. I don't want just anyone to hold. I don't want our love to go to waste. I want you....and your beautiful soul.

Suga: jimin....that...that was beautiful. *starts crying* I don't think anything has ever touched my thug heart so deeply

V: jimin, it must be true love if you can just come up with lyrics like that

Jungkook: hyung, your words are like a shining light!

J-hope: I think we found our new song, right leader?

Rapmon: I'm going solo bye

Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 4

Days passed and I heard nothing from Sam, Dean or Cas. I imagine Dean told them some bullshit lie about them putting my life in danger for being around me for too long. I spent my time moving from room to room to room, crying on their beds and breathing in their scents that still lingered on their bed sheets and pillows. It slowly faded, but I did find a shirt of Sam’s that he must’ve left by accident, it’s sleeve poking out from under his bed. I searched Dean’s room for something he might have left, but there was nothing.

After a while, I got too dehydrated from crying and imagined Sam telling me off for not eating or drinking right. As I was rummaging through cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, I found a stash of whiskey, scotch and more whiskey hidden away at the back of a cupboard.

I took one of the bottles of whiskey out and poured myself a glass, downing it fast. I quickly downed another, then another and one more before my eyes were watering and I felt sobs coming on. I took the bottle to Dean’s room with me and sat on his bed, imagining the last good time I saw him here. He was on his stomach in his briefs, moaning in pleasure as I rubbed the knots out of his shoulders as the smell of deep heat engulfed the room.

I fell asleep on his bed, my phone still in my jean pocket and the empty bottle falling to ground to the side of me.

-

When I woke up, my head was throbbing. I blinked my eyes open and let my eyes adjust to the darkness around me. I didn’t recognise my surroundings. I felt my phone digging into me still. I started squirming, but soon realised I couldn’t move my hands, they were tied to something. I squinted, trying to see what was happening. My head hurt too much to think.

Suddenly, the lights came on, making me groan in pain. I felt like I was going to throw up. I swallowed my spit in hope that I didn’t, but when I saw the King of Hell walking towards me, it didn’t help and before I could help it, my vomit was covering the ground the side of me. He made a disgusted face before shaking his head.

He cut my hands loose and I rotated my wrists. Crowley stared at me, narrowing his eyes. “What?” I asked harshly.

“Oh, that’s no way to talk to an old friend, is it?” he grinned. “I’m going to make you cry,” he whispered into my ear, making a shudder move throughout my body. His laugh was loud and obnoxious, and his breath smelt terrible.

“Clean this up,” he commanded to some demons. They came with a hose and washed it away behind me. “Your little boy toys aren’t gonna find you this time,” he said. I rolled my eyes, spitting at his feet. “You little bitch,” he hissed, slapping me across the cheek.

Each day I was here was filled with Crowley and other demons coming and defacing my body. I had cuts and bruises and wounds that I couldn’t even describe. My body felt heavy, like gravity was pulling me down more than usual. My hair was matted and blood was mixed through it. I didn’t get my regular hose down this time. On my second day, Crowley cut my hands free and let me eat. In that time I was by myself, I quickly pulled my phone out and dialled Dean’s number.

He didn’t answer, but I left a message. “Dean, Dean, I need your help. Please. Crowley’s got me again. I need you to get me out of here, Dean. You said this wasn’t going to happen again. I – I can’t handle any more of this. Hel-,” I cut my own message off, shoving the phone back in my pocket quickly and shoving food down my throat as I heard someone walking closer to the door of this room.

More days passed, but I didn’t get the chance to call Dean or Sam. The torture had been getting worse and worse. Crowley and the other demons didn’t let the wounds heal properly, so they would just make new ones over the other day-old ones. I got fed every two days, but it was just stale pieces of bread and sometimes there was some rice.

I didn’t keep count of the days but I knew my phone definitely would’ve died by now. Crowley kept trying, doing worse things every day but I still refused to let my tears shed. I would not let this bastard see me cry. He laughed when I screamed out in agony – he smirked when I spat blood out at him. I hated him with all my being, and I told him every day, without fail, how much I hated him and the scum bags that worked with him.

He liked to tease me. He liked to sing my favourite song to me. The song that my friendship with Sam and Dean was built around – it was our song. “…Getting harder and harder to breathe… Is it getting harder to breathe now, Alexa?”

One day, I felt blood rushing down the side of my face, but I couldn’t remember what had happened. I kept fading in and out of consciousness and I slurred all my words together. I knew that I wasn’t going to last any longer than a day or two, and so did Crowley.

I felt my hands being cut down and one of Crowley’s brutes lift me over his shoulder and I felt myself smile, thinking of the time I went with Sam and Cas to the beach. The day we gave Cas a crash course in how to swim. “Put me down, Sammy,” I slurred into the back of the demon, but he just grunted, throwing me into the back of a car.

The car drove sloppily, swerving all over the place. It was so bright outside that I couldn’t focus on where we were going. I recognised some of the sounds outside though. The sounds of water gushing and trees swaying in the breeze were evident. I could see massive patches of green grass and a massive body of deep blue water. It wasn’t the ocean – definitely not – it was a lake of some kind. When we parked, Crowley grabbed my arm tightly and led me to the jetty that went to the middle of the lake. I felt myself getting more and more nervous as the seconds passed.

I knew what he was going to do. “Now, love, I know you can swim, so I have to take some precautions,” he told me, spinning me around so I was facing the water while he tied my hands behind my back. He also tied my feet together. I felt tears welling up in my eyes – I wanted to cry – but I was too dehydrated and had lost too much blood to even let one fall. I was thankful for that. In my last moments, I wasn’t going to be crying or begging for my life.

Crowley faced me, a crooked grin stretching across his face. “Say hello to ol’ John for me when you get down there,” I gasped. I knew he was talking about the boys’ father. I shook my head one last time, my stomach riddled with nerves and I thought that I should at least put up a little bit of a fight.

I struggled against Crowley as he moved me closer to the edge of the jetty. “Don’t start now,” Crowley tutted, making me struggle against him even more. It took all of my strength to fight back. I had no energy left in my body and I could feel blood dried on my stomach, arms, hands, face, legs and everywhere else, reminding me of how tried and sore I was.

There was a weight attached to my legs, making it even harder to struggle against him. As a last result, I started screaming until my throat was dry. “SAM,” I called out into the nothingness around us. Crowley started laughing at me. “Please, come on, CAS,” was my second yell. Just as I was thrown over the edge, I managed to say two more words before the cool water consumed me. “Dean, please.”

As I felt myself sinking, deeper and deeper into the water, all I could think of was the song Harder to Breathe. I could hear the lyrics and music playing faintly in my head. When it gets cold outside, and you got nobody to love…

I struggled with as much force as I could to try and get my hands or legs free, but it was no use. The weight kept pulling me down, down, down. I knew I could hold my breath for longer than a lot of people could – I was a swimmer. I swam a lot as a child. I loved the water.

I saw black spots starting to appear at the edges of my eyes, making me realise that the inevitable was going to happen. I lost all hope that someone would come and rescue me. I let go of all the hatred, anger, sorrow that I had been harbouring and I felt better. I let go of every bad thought that I had floating around in my head and I felt better. As my lungs were burning more than any amount of running could ever cause, I felt myself close my eyes and everything went black.

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams. Is there anyone out there, cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe…

THIRD PERSON

As Crowley walked away from the edge of the jetty, he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god that’s over,” he muttered to himself. “Now, to tell the boys,” he pulled out his phone and called Dean, thinking that it fit most as her last word was his name. Dean answered on the second ring.

“Hello?” his voice was thick and sleepy.

“Oh, hello Dean,” Crowley sang.

“Crowley? Where is she? What have you done with her?” when Crowley all but laughed at him, he yelled, “Tell me where she is, goddamn it!”

“Oh, she’s at the bottom of Silver Lake, Delaware, Dean,” he smirked to himself. Dean hung the phone up, making Crowley laugh even more. This was a good day.

-

Silver Lake was in Dover, Delaware. Sam, Cas and Dean had been trying to track Crowley and his demons to find Alex. After Dean had gotten that message from her, he immediately started tracking. He had to find her. He couldn’t let her die.

He got scared, okay? Truth be told, he loved Alex just as much as she loved him. He hadn’t realised until Sam literally slapped it into him after she left him that message. The three of them were in a town over from Dover, so if Dean drove really, really fast, he could be there in minutes.

He drove as fast as he could, with Sam and Cas both staying as silent as possible. When they arrived at Silver Lake, it had been only seven minutes. He looked around the lake for places where she could be, but he couldn’t find any signs of a struggle or a disturbance.

“Dean!” Sam said, pointing somewhere. “The jetty!” and Dean was off, running to the very end of the jetty as fast as he could. He dived into the water, head first and he found her immediately. The water was clear and he swum down to her body. Her eyes were closed, making him want to throw up. He couldn’t have been too late. He went straight for the weight, dragging her through the water and cut it off her. He brought her to the surface where Sam hauled her out of the water and started CPR.

  Dean paced all along the jetty, watching Sam and the lifeless Alex. Dean lost track of time, as he watched, as he waited. Cas was there, trying to comfort him as best as he could. Dean was grateful for him being there. It gave him some sort of hope. He didn’t know why it did or what it was, but something about Cas standing with him, with Cas’s hand on Dean’s shoulder, comforted him.

Sam pulled back from her and looked up at Dean. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat. “Why’re you stopping, Sam? You can’t stop! You have to save her! Sam, please, I – I can’t – I need her,” Dean was sobbing now. It was the first time Cas had seen Dean this upset. Sam shook his head.

“I – I think she’s…” he trailed off.

“No, she can’t be, Sammy!” Dean wailed. “No!” he was shaking his head. He was shivering, still wet from when he brought her up. He launched himself forward so he was on his knees next to her cold body. Her lips and face were pale. He didn’t like seeing her like this. Dean grabbed her hand with both of his, squeezing it as tight as he could and prayed.

“If there’s any angel out there that’s listening, I need you. I need you and you’re healing powers to come down here and save the only person that I’ve ever loved. Please…” he was still crying over her body. Sam and Cas watched on in silence. Sam was crying. Cas didn’t know what was happening. He had never experienced this emotion as a human. He felt his heart pounding. It felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth. His eyes and throat were burning and it felt like there was a sack of potatoes weighing his stomach down.

Suddenly, in a blur of wings, a woman was standing in front of Dean and Alex’s body. Dean looked up at her. “Ellen?” he asked his voice heavy with sorrow.

“Dean,” she said, smiling. “Stand up,” he stood up and in a rush, he hugged her. Sam ran over and hugged her too.

“You – you’re an angel now?” Sam asked. Ellen shook her head, a faint laugh echoing around them.

“No, don’t be stupid – not anyone can become an angel. An angel let me borrow some of his grace to help you,” she told them. She leaned down and touched Alex’s forehead, and her back arched and she breathed in. She then started coughing up water. Sam dropped to his knees and helped Alex.

“She’s pretty, Dean,” she paused. “Treat her right,” she smiled, touching his shoulder.

“You know I will,” he nodded.

“Bye Dean, goodbye Sam,” she waved and she disappeared.

-

Cas carried Alex’s cold body to the car. He was the only one that hadn’t had water on him that whole time, meaning he was the warmest. Dean sat in the passenger seat, his eyes constantly on the sleeping Alex while Sam drove and Cas sat next to his friend, her hand in his.

 Dean smiled faintly to Cas, who returned it. It took a little less than a day to get to the bunker. Cas carried her out of the car and into the bunker where he placed her on the bed that was mine. It smelt like whiskey and Chinese. Dean scrunched his nose up at the scent but went to work on finding some warm clothes for Alex.

She was lying still on the bed, asleep. He changed her clothes as carefully as possible and after kicking his shoes off, climbed into the bed with her and fell asleep with her.

-

FIRST PERSON – ALEX

I stirred, spinning around so I was on my side. I felt something warm beside me. If I’m not in a nice heaven that has a nice beach and my parents aren’t here, I’m personally going to climb out of hell and into heaven. I opened my eyes hesitantly and saw Dean’s sleeping face. What was happening? Aren’t I dead? I poked Dean’s cheek and yes, he was very real. I poked him again and he groaned, opening his eyes.

He saw me and his eyes widened. “You’re awake,” he said, his morning voice cracking.

“I’m alive, apparently.”

“Yeah, yeah, called in a favour. You know how it is,” he said, a grin stretching across his face. I smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly good,” I said, confused. I looked at my arm, where I knew there was a gash that was going to scar. There was a small scar there. I was even more confused. How did I heal so quickly? “Dean Winchester if you made a cross-roads deal I am going to kill you right now,” I said, shaking my head.

“What? No. No, no,” he shook his head. “No one did,” he said.

“Good,” I smiled. He leaned forward, closer to me.

“Guess what?” he asked a smirk on his face.

“What?”

He kept getting closer and closer to me. I could feel the heat of his body getting closer to me. I shivered, realising how cold I was. He pulled me closer to him and pressed his pink lips to mine. I gasped. He pulled back. “I love you, too.”

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