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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

Naruto x Reader:

*rated for... slight smut. cough cough.*

You’d been dating Uzumaki Naruto for just over a year. He was fun and loving and caring and everything you’d ever want.

There was only one problem with Uzumaki Naruto.

He was shy.

“What do you want for your birthday (y/n)?”

“Naruto, I’ve told you already. I don’t need anything.”

The blonde squirmed underneath you making you giggle. “Don’t be like that. You know I want to get you something.”

“Well how about you use your imagination and think of something?”

He paused. His movements ceased completely while he lay beneath you in thought.

You sighed running your finger down his chest, lightly resting your head on his right shoulder. Your hand continued down until it reached the hem of his shirt. A smirk spread on your lips as your index finger hooked under the material.

The blonde was still deep in thought about your present, not noticing you slip your entire hand under his shirt.

You felt him flinch at your cold touch, his strong left hand lightly grabbing your wrist, pulling your hand from his body.

You whined. He always did this. Whenever you tried to make a move he stopped you. Giggling shyly and brushing it off like it was nothing.

“Naru…”

“Don’t.”

You huffed, “you always do this, why won’t you let me touch you?”

“I don’t want to rush things…”

You flicked your glare upwards, narrowing your eyes at the blonde through your bangs. You noticed the blush spreading across his face.

A comfortable silence fell over the room before you noticed his breathing had changed. You slowly moved so you could see his face.

He’d fallen asleep.

You smiled at his sleeping form before running your hand back down his torso again and up into his shirt. You pushed the light grey material up, exposing his toned stomach chest. He sighed in his sleep when your lips touched the defined line between his abs.

Your tongue escaped your lips, a constant smirk on them. Your lips and tongue explored the new exposed skin that Naruto had never shown you. A whimper escaped from the blonde boy beneath you before you notice a slight bludge in his pants.

Naruto sighed slightly, your touch leaving his body. Your fingers easily popped the button of his jeans, easily shuffling them down his hips. A slight grin slipped onto your face when you saw he was wearing the tight fitted grey Calvin Klein’s you bought him. Your small hand spread across his clothed length, his chest expanded as he took in a sharp breath.

Thinking nothing of it, you continued with your exploring, running your open palm along him, applying pressure to the top. A squeak left your lips as your wrists were hastily grabbed and your body flipped. The blonde now hovered above you, his right hand pinning both or yours above your head.

“What are you doing?” He heaved. His breath coming out in pants.

“Exploring…” You muttered daringly.

His ice blue eyes gazed into your own. You could see the challenge behind them and you hoped you had a similar expression.

“I’ll tell you what I want for my birthday.”

A look of confusion shone behind his blue orbs.

You grinned, “you know, you wanted to get me something for my birthday.”

“Oh, what is it?”

“You.”

He blushed turning his head away slightly. You took advantage of his new position, firmly pressing an open mouthed kiss to his neck. You sucked lightly leaving a lovely mark, just to remind people that he was taken. And that he was yours.

You were beginning to grow impatient with the blonde. You lifted your hips, firmly pressing them against his own. He groaned, mimicking you and pushing your body down into his bed. He let most of his weight red on you as his lips hungrily attacked your neck and chest. Finally. You’d set him off.

A soft moan left your lips when the blonde started grounding his hips into you. He let your hands go so he had another thing to explore your body with. You’re freedom meant that you could finally remove his shirt. And you did. Very quickly. He chuckled into your skin, before he did the same with your own shirt.

His hands dipped into the top of your shorts. He laughed softly as you moved your hips against him. You could feel the nervousness radiating off him. His hands were sweaty and shaking. You pressed your lips to his, calming him down instantly.

“Do you… do you really want to do this?” You heard him mumble into your skin. His movements had stopped again.

“Naruto… if you’re not comfortable then we can stop…”

His hands firmly planted themselves either side of your head, his muscly arms straightened so he was hovering over you. Those blue orbs were wandering your exposed chest and stomach before they landed on your face.

“You’re so beautiful…” He breathed.

You cheeks heated, you couldn’t contain the smile he always seemed to bring to your face. He smiled at you before kissing you so passionately. If you’d been standing you would’ve fallen over. His body pressed you into the bed again.

Uzumaki Naruto was definitely not shy anymore.

The blonde lie beside you, his face buried in the pillow. He was embarrassed and worn out after your… activities. While you stared at him, he slowly turned his face towards you. He was falling asleep, you don’t blame him tough.

“You know what?”

“Hmm?”

He sighed, a small smile on his lips, “I know what to you for your birthday.”

You laughed, “don’t tell me, I like surprises.”

He smiled, letting his head drop onto the pillow. His hand tugged at your waist pulling you to his body.

“Oh, another thing.”

You glanced up at him.

“I love you.”

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Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 1.

THIRD PERSON

Alexa had known the Winchester family all her life. But she hadn’t seen them in years. She knew that the boys were always busy with their work – the family business – but they could have at least paid her a visit every once in a while. Whenever she tried to contact Dean, he wouldn’t answer. Whenever she tried to contact Sam, he wouldn’t answer. It had been just over four years since she had seen her best friends. The last time she saw them, it was her last day as a high school student and they showed up for her graduation. That day that drove around in the impala, eating junk food and blaring Maroon 5’s Harder to Breathe. It was the only modern song Dean would listen to.

She promised she would never get into hunting, like they were forced into, and she was never going to break that promise. The two Winchester boys had lost almost everyone they were close with because of their job. Even now, after she had lost all hope of ever seeing those boys again, she wouldn’t get into hunting. She knew, deep down, that something would happen and it would kill both of them.

She told herself that she didn’t care if they died, she hated them anyway, but she knew that she would care. It would kill her when those boys died and she didn’t hate them at all, she loved them more than anyone in this world. But no one had to know that. To everyone else, she didn’t even know them. Had never heard the name Winchester in her life.

It was a Friday night and she was sitting in her tracksuit pants and an old band tee that had been Dean’s. She had a bowl of Chinese food and her laptop hooked up to her tv, watching Lord of the Rings on Netflix. She was enjoying her night, she didn’t really have that many friends and she definitely did not want to go out to a club or the party that was going on down the street. She didn’t really drink.

When she had finished her Chinese and the movie’s credits were rolling, she decided it was late enough for her to go to bed and scroll through tumblr for a bit. She shimmied her pants off and climbed into bed with her laptop. She sat in her bed on tumblr for just under an hour before her eyelids were barely staying open. She closed the lid of her laptop and placed it on the bed-side table next to her.

She awoke to a consistent knocking on her door. She grunted in annoyance, not bothering to put pants on (the shirt was long enough), but sliding her ugg boots on. She had her phone clutched in one hand as she walked towards the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw the two Winchester boys, looking antsy and the oldest one holding his gun.

She sighed, her forehead falling onto the door. She looked out again and saw Sam about to pick her lock. “Sam Winchester, if you pick that lock, I swear to God…” and he stopped. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. They both walked in, Dean first and Sam following. “Why are you even here?” Alex snapped, too tired to handle with these boys this early.

“Well, hello to you too, Alexa,” Dean replied, sarcastic.

“It’s Alex now. And you have no right to just walk in here after four years without anything and expect me to be okay with it!” She hissed. “Listen, I’m going back to bed. I’ll deal with you two in the morning. Make yourself at home.”

-

When Alex woke up that morning, she got out of bed, like it was a normal morning. She didn’t put her pants on, just her uggs and walked into the kitchen to make herself a coffee. When she opened her door, she froze. And everything came flooding back to her.

Sam and Dean showed up. And now they were both asleep in her lounge room. Sam was sprawled out on the lounge that was too short for him. While Dean was cramped up on an arm chair that had belonged to her parents.

The only reason Sam and Dean would show up after all this time, is trouble. They wouldn’t have shown up to catch up. Something was happening to them, or to the town, or both. Alex continued going to the kitchen and making coffee, not caring if she woke them up. As soon as she started to kettle, both Dean and Sam startled awake. “Good morning,” she said, monotone. She saw that Dean slept with his gun in his hand.