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Requested - @large-unit ~ Hi uh can you do 142 with Tony Stark please?? xx

Prompts - 142 - Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.

You’d known from a young age that your soulmate was smart, whilst other kids had messy scribbles and doodles you could barely make out, you had mathematical equations that you couldn’t figure out if your life depended on it.

When you hit your teen years you’d decided that your soul mate was a literal genius, possibly one of the smartest minds out there. There were advantages to this, like they would help you with homework you didn’t quite understand and they would explain things in terms you understood without making you feel like an idiot. You weren’t stupid by an means but compared to your soulmate, well you didn’t know quite as much.

For as long as anyone could remember people had soulmates. Sometimes they had them at an early age but many people didn’t start getting the drawings or writing well into adulthood. You’re soulmate had been around for most of your life, when you were a kid you remembered seeing a drawing of a car on the inside of your arm and freaking out until soulmates were explained to you. There were a few things that the other couldn’t see though and that was names, age and location.

You were fresh out of college with a few degrees under your belt and trying to find a job. It was stressful, everywhere you went seemed to have ridiculously high standards and as someone with limited work experience, a few waitress gigs to help pay for your schooling, it was impossible to get a job. One day however you woke up to a text from a long time friend of yours who knew a lot of people in high places and had managed to secure you a job interview for Stark Industries. You were understandably nervous as you sat outside waiting to talk to the interviewer, this was Stark Industries they were never going to hire you!

“Miss Y/L/N, meeting room 4 please.” You followed her directions and knocked on the door before walking in and freezing in your place. Pepper Potts sat behind a desk with Tony Stark sitting opposite her, a bored look on his face and paper work laid out messily in front of him.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N. Please take a seat.” You did as Pepper instructed, after shaking her hand, and nervously played with the hem of your jacket.

“So, you’re aware that this job would be time consuming? Researching and testing the latest Stark equipment, getting it ready for marketing and developing the technology.” You nodded as she listed the things you’d be required to do, thanking God your friend briefed you thoroughly.

“Good. Now I can see you have graduated from college with the right qualifications needed for the job, the only limitations I can see is your lack of work experience-”

“But everyone needs to start somewhere right? And what better place than Stark Industries were all training is given to you and we actually look after our employees.” Tony said, abruptly cutting Pepper off. You could tell by the expression on her face she was used to this behaviour.

You turned to look at Tony and couldn’t help the shy smile that made its way onto your face, for some reason this man was putting some faith into you.

“Exactly. Your grades are impressive, Miss Y/L/N. Obviously we’d have to do a trial run first to see if you can handle the high pressure intensity of the job but if you show that you’re capable then we can discuss a permanent placement here for you.” You just barely managed to suppress the grin that wanted so desperately to make its way onto your face, nodding professionally and thanking them both profusely for the opportunity they were giving you.

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‘I just got a job working at one of the best tech places!’ You told your soulmate the second you got home. Sometimes it was hard to find space on your body because he had so many random notes and reminders written on himself.

Some included, ‘talk to the kid about upgrades’, ‘visit strange’, ‘pick the kid up’ and a few too many complicated sums that you only vaguely understood.

‘Of course you did, you’re a genius!’

‘Please, you walk into the room and just know you’re the smartest person there.’

‘Well yeah, that’s true. Well done on getting the job! I knew you could do it baby!xx’

You blushed, you’d never met the person and yet whenever they referred to you with a pet name or got a bit romantic it felt like you were a high school kid with a crush.

‘Thank you x.’

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“I think I just met my soulmate.”

“I’m sorry could you repeat that?” Stephen asked, brow raised questioningly.

“I think I just met my soulmate.” Tony repeated again, his own brows knitted together and face looking alarmingly pale.

“Perhaps you should sit down, I’ll get some tea and you can tell me what happened.” Stephen gently grabbed Tony’s elbow and guided him into the sit before leaving the room, returning moments later with two cups of tea.

“You think you met your soulmate?” Stephen prompted after they’d been sat in silence for a few minutes. Stephen’s voice jolted Tony out of his head and he began nodding.

“Yeah! I was sat in one of the meeting rooms with Pepper because she was interviewing a girl for this new position that opened up at Stark Industries, right? So this girl come into the room and God she was so cute and she plays with the hem of her jacket when she’s nervous. Anyway she sits down and her sleeves are rolled up a bit and I can see some notes and scribbles that I thought looked familiar and then I realised they were the numbers for this new piece of tech I was working on and the only way she could have them on her is if…” Here he trailed off, eyes going distant again.

“Is if she was your soulmate?” Stephen asked, voice soft as he looked at his friend.

“Yeah.” Tony responded with a sigh.

“Isn’t this a good thing? I mean you’ve found your soulmate, most people don’t get that. They’re just stuck with writing on their own skin but you’ve found her.”

“It is a good thing but, but Stephen you know me! Every relationship I’ve had, I screwed it up! This is my soulmate and I don’t wanna screw that up.” Stephen frowned, he knew Tony was getting better at not blaming himself for everything but this was a big deal and he couldn’t blame Tony for reverting back to old ways.

“Tony, you didn’t screw anything up. You and Pepper weren’t meant to be and that’s ok because look at you now. You and Steve, well you already know what I think of that and it wasn’t your fault that didn’t work out. You weren’t his soulmate and he wasn’t yours. This though, this will work. I promise.” Tony looked up at Stephen, his eyes glazed over suspiciously but Stephen didn’t call attention to it.

“You’re right. Of course you’re right. Sorry for bothering you with this stuff it’s just..”

“I get it Tony,” Stephen said, cutting him off before he could fall further down the hole of blaming himself for things that were not this fault, “you know I’ll always be around for you to talk to.”

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It was your first day at Stark Industries and to say you were nervous would be the biggest understatement of the century.

You’d woken up extra early and had so much extra time that you ended up pacing and thinking of the worst possible scenarios that could occur today. Thankfully your soulmate wrote to you half an hour or so before you had to leave.

‘Hey, knowing you you’re probably a pile of nerves right now so just know that you got this baby girl!’

The grin that appeared on your face was unstoppable, you stood looking at your arm for a good few minutes with a love sick grin before shaking yourself and looking around to find a pen.

‘Oh how well you know me. I hope you’re right, I really don’t wanna mess this up.’

‘You won’t. You’re gonna blow ‘em all away.’

You spent some more time talking to them before you needed to head out to your Uber.

The journey was over far too quickly for your liking and you found yourself stood outside the door of the labs, fidgeting with your hands before taking a deep breath and nodding to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” Someone said from behind you causing you to jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your eyes widened as you saw Tony stood behind you, watching you with a raised brow and amused eyes.

“It’s fine, my fault for zoning out. Just first day nerves and all. Yes, it’s Y/N. Nice to see you again Mr Stark.” You were aware you were talking faster than usual but like you said, first day nerves and all that.

“You too and please call me Tony.” He told you with a charming smile that made your heart skip a beat before he walked past you, opening the door to the lab and gesturing for you to follow him.

The lab was insane. You didn’t know what you had been expecting but it wasn’t this, everything seemed so futuristic and slightly daunting when you realised you’d have to operate these machines.

“State of the art lab. Pretty cool right and everything in here is made so it doesn’t harm the environment because listen no matter what Trump says global warming’s a serious issue. In fact I have some plans somewhere if you’re interested later.” Your eyes were taking in the lab but focused in on Tony once he began speaking.

“Yeah that would be amazing. Your lab is incredible!” You gushed slightly, Tony couldn’t help but stop and smile at your expression - the description of someone looking like a kid in a candy store had never applied to someone more than it did you at this moment in time.

“Thanks but this isn’t mine, mines on a completely different floor. This lab’s yours.” He laughed as your eyes widened in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, what?” This lab was yours?

“Well if you’re going to be working here then you need a lab and this one is beautiful, such a shame nobody is utilising all its potential.” Tony told you sadly causing you to roll your eyes and laugh, you felt comfortable around the man which confused you but you decided not to focus on that right now.

“Come on, this stuff’s pretty easy to use once you get the hang of it. I’ll show you.” With that the two of you got to work.

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“Sir, I hate to interrupt but Peter Parker is here to see you.” You jumped when a new voice cut through the consistent chatter between you and Tony.

“Sorry that’s just J.A.R.V.I.S. He’s my A.I, made him myself. What time is it J?” You couldn’t help but smile at the look Tony got in his eyes when talking about his A.I. You couldn’t blame him though, that was ridiculously cool and you had no doubt it was more advanced than any A.I you’d experienced.

“It is 7:47 PM, sir. I’ve sent Mr Parker up to your floor.” J.A.R.V.I.S. informed him.

“Right, thanks J.A.R.V.I.S. Um, do you want to stay for dinner? I mean we missed lunch so it’s the least it can do.” You smiled as you watched him fidget with his hands as he nervously looked up at you.

“Sure, I’d love to stay.” You realised that it was probably completely inappropriate to have dinner with your boss, on the first day no less, but you figured if there was somebody else there then no harm.

“Great!” He exclaimed before clearing his throat and repeating it again at a normal tone.

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“Are you ever going to tell Y/N that she’s your soulmate? Seriously Mr Stark, she’s great! You have to tell her! I can tell her if you want!” Peter had been persistent for weeks that Tony tell you he knew but Tony was terrified.

“Pete, kid,  I told you I’ll tell her when the times right.” Peter threw his head back against the head rest and let out a long, suffering groan before turning to look Tony in the eyes.

“Mr Stark does she make you happy?” He asked.

“Of course she does!”

“Well imagine how happy you can make each other when you both know you’re soulmates! Please Mr Stark, I just want you to be happy. If anyone deserves it, well, it’s you.” Tony’s features softened instantly at Peter’s words and a small smile appeared on his face.

“Alright I’ll tell you what, I’ll call her now-”

“You can’t tell her on the phone!” Peter interrupted with a shout causing Tony to laugh.

“I’ll call her now and invite her out for dinner tonight and if it goes well then I’ll tell her. I promise.” Tony swore, a grin on his face as he saw how excited Peter looked. He was still unbelievably nervous even though he knew deep down it’d be fine, you two had great chemistry both in person and whilst writing to one another.

“You can do it Mr Stark.”

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“So, why the dinner?” You’d asked during dessert.

The meal had been enjoyable, as was most of the time you spent with Tony both during work hours and in your free time. You had been guilty for so long, feeling like you were betraying your soulmate when you started to develop feelings for Tony but you knew as long as you didn’t act on them then you were technically not doing anything wrong. Lots of people dated people who weren’t their soulmates, there was nothing wrong with it.

“Well actually there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. I didn’t really know how to but Peter said I just had to rip the band aid off and everything would be ok, so if this goes wrong I’m totally blaming the kid.” He told you with a nervous laugh.

“Is everything ok, Tony?” You asked, concern prominent in your voice.

“Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, right here it goes. When we first met I saw the writing on your arms because your sleeves were rolled up a small bit. Anyway the equations that were on your arms were for a new Iron Man suit and the only person who knew the math and science behind it was the other person who’d originally wrote it on their arm and basically-”

“You’re my soulmate?” You asked, cutting him off without meaning to but he was rambling and it had clicked in your head.

“Um, yeah, yeah that, that’s what I was getting at.” Tony stuttered out, nervous as he couldn’t figure out how you were feeling about the news. Surely it wasn’t that bad right, he wasn’t that bad.

“Thank God, I was feeling so bad about liking you but you’re my soulmate!” You exclaimed, a wide smile taking over your face. Tony couldn’t help but grin back as he saw how happy you looked, he didn’t quite believe you could be that happy to find out he was your soulmate but he wasn’t complaining.

“You really like me?”

“Of course I do. You know for a genius you really are an idiot.” You laughed.

“I never claimed to be otherwise. So I guess, god I feel way too old to be asking someone this, but will you be my girlfriend, baby?” He asked with a smirk causing you to roll your eyes, the smile never leaving your face.

“Of course I will, soulmate.” With that he leaned across the table and finally, finally, kissed you.

It was like fireworks.

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“Come here.” Tony said as he pulled Peter closer to him and started to retie the poorly tied tie.

“Mr Stark!” He complained, fidgeting as he did but Tony just shushed him and got to work.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married.” Peter exclaimed once he was done.

“Trust me kid, I can’t believe it either.” Tony had finally popped the question to you, three years into dating. In all honesty you weren’t sure he ever would but that would have been ok because you loved him and you knew he loved you. You’d cried so many happy tears when he asked you to marry him in the same cute little restaurant he asked you out at.

Pepper and you had become really close once you started dating Tony and she was now one of you bridesmaids and had played a large part in helping you plan the wedding. Tony had taken more interest in the planning than you expected him too and now the day was here.

Tony had managed to make sure the press would be kept out, the wedding was going to be a small one, close friends and family only. You’re family were already sat outside waiting for the ceremony to start as were your friends, Tony invited people he trusted, people he could call friends. Natasha was there as was Bruce, Thor, May, Nick, Maria Hill and a few more. Happy, Stephen, Rhodey and Peter were his best men.

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“You look beautiful.” Your friend told you as you looked at yourself in the mirror, fingers running along the dress gently.

“Thank you,” you said, feeling choked up already, “I feel amazing.” You told them.

“Let’s get you married then.”

‘Ready for this, baby girl?’

“Seriously, does he have to write on himself now?” Pepper laughed causing you to look at you arm. You rolled your eyes but asked for a pen.

‘Ready as I’ll ever be! God, I can’t wait to be Y/F/N Stark. See you out there gorgeous.’

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“So Mrs Stark?” Tony asked playfully as he held your hand, thumb running soothingly over the skin.

“What?” You snapped.

“Glad I’m your soulmate?”

“I hate you so much, fuck!” You yelled as you were told to push again.

“God, Stark I am so divorcing you after this.”

“Love you too baby girl. Come on, he’s nearly here.” Tony told you, he continued to whispered words of comfort and encouragement to you as you delivered the baby. You went into labour three weeks before your due date and Happy had barely got you to the hospital in time.

“He’s here. A healthy baby boy.” You watched as they took him away to clean him up before putting him in Tony’s arms, you couldn’t help but smile as you watched Tony’s eyes fill with tears of joy.

“You ready to go again?” The nurse asked you, causing you to lose the smile and now groan.

“Tony, baby, do it for me?” You pleaded tiredly, tears stinging your own eyes.

“I would if I could, baby girl, I would.” He told you before going back to comforting you, whilst bouncing your son.

“And here’s baby number two.” The nurse told you. They cleaned the second baby up before placing her carefully in your arms.

“They are perfect.” You told Tony as you looked at the babies before you. You were exhausted but you didn’t want them to leave your sight.

“You’re perfect baby. I’m so proud of you.” Tony told you before placing a soft kiss upon your lips.

“So, any ideas for names?” The nurse asked.

“Morgan for the girl and Y/S/N for the boy.” You said, looking at Tony for confirmation, he nodded happily.

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‘Please don’t forget to pick the kids up from school, Stark.’

‘Mrs Stark, how could you ever think I’d forget the kids?’ ‘Again.’

‘Tony I swear to God.’

‘Don’t worry baby girl, I got ‘em, Peter too. Enjoy your girls weekend! I love you.’

‘Love you too baby.’

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.”

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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.

Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 2

FIRST PERSON – ALEX

I saw Sam flick his hair off his face and Dean place his gun on the table. “Before we… start, Alex,” Sam said. “We have to… you know,” he pointed to some holy water and a silver blade.

“Yeah, I know, go ahead,” I held my arm out and they poured holy water of it. Next, Dean took a blade out and hovered it over my arm, thinking about cutting me. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to do it. I watched him as he contemplated it. He didn’t do anything after about thirty seconds, so I took the blade from him, touching his hand in the process. He looked up at me, with teary eyes, and I softly smiled at him.

I pressed the blade to my forearm and slide it across my skin, cutting it open. Blood came to the surface and Dean quickly took a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around the cut, stopping the bleeding. “So,” I cleared my throat. “Why are you here?”

They explained the situation to me. I listened intently and had to hold back my cries when I realised how much shit they had gone through. They both had literally gone to hell and back. I didn’t know how much pain and suffering they had to go through. It just made me feel worse that they had to go through it without me. I cleared my throat when they had finished. “Now, we understand that you’re angry with us, and it’s okay if you don’t want anything to do with us. We’ve hurt you, we know,” Sam said.

“It’s okay,” I nodded, my head falling to look at the ground.

“No,” Dean said abruptly. “It’s not okay,” he walked closer to us. “But we will do everything we can to make it okay between us,” he said, his voice firm and clear.

I nodded, smiling, not letting my tears fall from my eyes. “So, you need a safe place yeah?” I asked. They nodded. “I know just the place.”

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I directed Dean as he drove the impala to the bunker. I was at the library one day, and I was searching through all these old books and I found an address and key to this bunker. From as far as I can tell, this place is warded and secluded enough for no one to know it.

I smiled as I unlocked the door and led them in. “H-How did you find this place?” Sam asked, having a field day already. I shrugged with a smile on my face. I winked at him and he just laughed, looking around. I showed them around, Dean and I laughing at Sam’s excited comments about everything.

“How’s this then? Good enough?”

“Yeah, this is – this is great­, Alex,” Sam said, a massive smile on his face.

“Cool,” I sighed, flopping down into a chair. “Stay here for as long as you want.”

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Sam and Dean decided that I should go back home. They said they didn’t want anything to happen to me because of them. I thought it was a stupid idea, because I was obviously safer with them than I was at home, by myself. Sure, I had a brief knowledge of monsters and stuff like that, but not as much as I would like to.

I sighed, feeling my anger starting to peak again at them. “Well, I better get going then,” I said, shaking my head and standing up. Sam walked me out to the car, Dean specifically said that I could take it for extra protection. I rolled my eyes at him then.

“I’ll see you later, Alex,” Sam smiled, pulling me into a hug. “It’s been good seeing you.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you, Sammy,” I sighed into his chest. Dean came up a couple of seconds later, and Sam went inside. Dean gave me the keys, telling me to be careful with his baby.

“Dean, I promise I will not hurt your car,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“She’s not the only thing I’m worried about,” he said, looking directly into my eyes. He pulled me close to his chest. I breathed in his scent, savouring it. “I’m sorry we’re doing this, Lex, but I need to know that you’re safe, and safe is away from me – I mean, away from us.”

“No, Dean, safe would be with you guys. You know, the ones that know stuff about monsters and how to kill them,” I said, pulling back from his hug, angrily.

“We’ve taught you how to kill most stuff, okay? You’ll be okay, I promise you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Dean,” I said, stepping into the drivers’ seat. “Bye, Dean,” I said, after rolling down my window. I paused, hesitant, “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” as I drove away the song that was playing was Harder to Breathe, by Maroon 5.

-

It had been a couple of days since I left Sam and Dean at the bunker. I had been watching Netflix for approximately 30 of those hours while eating nothing but frozen dinners. Sam would absolutely have a fit. I was watching PS I Love You, and crying all the way through it.

 I quickly wiped my face with tissues when I heard someone knocking on my door. I gulped some water and opened the door, clutching my phone in my hand. I didn’t recognise the person who was standing in front of me though. He was about Dean’s height, had light brown hair with blue eyes. He was wearing a white collared t-shirt with a low hanging tie and a trench coat. I noticed his white shirt had a big blood stain on it.

“Uh, can I help you?” I asked him, a worried look on my face.

“Y-you know Dean?” he gritted through his teeth. I nodded. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and I rushed forward, ready to catch him before he fell. I got him so his arm was around my shoulders and I dragged him into my apartment. I dropped him on the couch and pulled my phone out, calling Dean and putting him on speaker phone.

“Alex?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

“Dean,” I gasped out, hearing my voice crack with worry and confusion.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing that something was wrong.

“T-there’s a man here, he showed up, um, he was looking for you. He’s bleeding, he passed out,” I stuttered, starting to cry.

“Who is he? Did he give you a name? What does he look like?”

“N-no, he didn’t give me his name. Um, h-he has blue eyes, he’s wearing a trench coat,” I paused, thinking.

“Okay, listen to me. His name is Castiel, and if he’s hurt, something bad is happening. Sam and I are on our way, okay? Just make sure he’s okay, Alex,” Dean said. I nodded, but I knew he could hear me. “Alex?” he repeated, his voice firm.

“Y-yeah, right, I got it,” and we hung up. I threw my phone on the table behind us and I worked on turning Castiel over. When I managed that, I loosened his tie so it wasn’t in the way and I unbuttoned his shirt. I found the spot that was bleeding and cleaned all around it with my first aid kit I kept under my coffee table.

The actual wound was round and deep. I took a deep breath and held a cloth over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. I thought back to my time at school when we did first aid one year, but my mind was blank. I heard my door burst open and Sam came rushing to me. Dean picked me up off the ground where I was kneeling in front of Castiel.

I stood away from Sam and Castiel, latching onto Dean with my arms wrapped around his neck. My face was buried into his chest, trying to hold back my tears, but failing. I could hear Dean whispering in my ear, trying to soothe me. I took a deep breath after a couple of minutes, but I could still feel tears falling down my cheeks.

“Is he gonna be okay? Is he gonna die?” I asked, looking up at Dean. I was still latched onto him.

His eyes looked teary. “He’s tough, he should be fine,” he cleared his throat, and I let go of him. He walked over to where Sam was crouching in front of Castiel. I watched their interactions. They were both worried. I walked closer, so I was leaning against the back of the couch.

I watched as Dean looked over him, tears in his eyes. I wondered who he was, exactly, and how he knew who I was. “I think we just need to let him rest now. We’ve done all we can do,” Sam said, standing up from him couching position. I sighed, nodding. I announced to them that I thought that we should all go to bed. “One of you can stay in my room with me, if you want,” I said, and walked to my bedroom. I took my pants off, and I realised that I was wearing an old shirt of Sam’s. I smiled and buried myself under the blankets, letting all my tears fall.

Soon, I heard my door creak open and light pour in. I looked over and saw Sam walking towards me. He had his boxers on, but no shirt. I smiled as he climbed into the bed with me. “Hey, Alex,” he whispered, making me smile.

“Sammy,” I said as a greeting. He looked at my face in the dark, squinting so he could make it out. He noticed that I had been crying.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, worried.

“It’s stupid, don’t worry about it,” I shook my head. He grabbed my hand.

“It’s not stupid if you’re crying over it, tell me,” he said, and in this moment, it felt like they had never left me. Sam and I were still telling each other everything that happened in our lives, Dean and I jokingly made fun of Sam for wanting to read his books rather than come for a walk run along the beach with us. I smiled, remembering what it was like to have these boys as a constant in my life.

“I-I just, I feel this is my fault. Like Dean blames me, kinda, for what’s happening to Castiel,” I said, shyly. “I can tell that they’re pretty close, you know.”

“Listen, Alex, that isn’t what’s happening. None of this is your fault – I mean, you don’t even know what’s happening – what Cas is!” he shook his head. “You don’t need to feel like that. Dean – or I – doesn’t blame you for what happened to Cas,” he whispered the last part, kissing my forehead.

“Thanks, Sammy,” I whispered, cuddling into his bare chest and falling asleep.

-

When I woke up, Sam wasn’t in bed anymore. I checked my phone quickly before I got up. I walked out of my room, a smile on my face, but it was soon taken over by a frown. There was no Castiel lying on the couch anymore. I checked the bathroom, the spare bedroom, the kitchen and anywhere else he – or Sam and Dean – could have been. All three of them were gone. I started to feel panic rising up my stomach. I got my phone and called Dean – there was no answer. I called Sam next, there also, was no answer. “Shit,” I whispered, calling Dean again, this time, leaving a message. “Listen, Dean, I just woke up and you guys aren’t here. Where are you all? I – I um, don’t care if you’re at the bunker or whatever, but just, call me back, yeah? I worry about you.”

I sighed, putting the phone down and flopping onto the couch. I can’t believe they’re gone again.

-

Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 3

FIRST PERSON – DEAN

“…I worry about you,” were the last words of her message. I sighed, looking at my phone with a blank expression. I threw my phone across the room, angrily and heard it hit the wall. As soon as Alex had fallen asleep, Sam, Cas and I were out of there. I didn’t want to involve Alex in anything more. She wasn’t a part of this – and we had no right to be put into our situations.

Cas was lying on the motel bed next to me, still passed out. I sighed, standing up and walking around the room. I couldn’t bear to just sit there anymore. I had to do something. I called out to Sam, who was in the shower, that I was going for a run and left the motel.

-

We had been in this same motel for a couple of days now. Cas had been in and out of consciousness, but Sam and I thought we would stay here until Cas was okay to move around. It shouldn’t take too long – another day or two maybe. I hadn’t checked my phone, or its messages for days now but I was worried about the messages I had gotten from Alex.

It was dark, Sam was out and Cas was dead to the world. I picked up my phone from the bench it had been sitting on and played through the messages she had left for me.

“Dean,” she said, her voice firm. “Call me back before I call the cops, yeah?” she said.

The second message played. “Listen here, you dickwad,” she paused. “Call me back. Right now.”

The next three messages are just her angrily calling me names and cussing at me. It hurt me to think that I caused her such hurt. The sixth message was the most painful to listen to, though.

“Dean,” I could tell she was crying just by her saying my name. “Please, call me back,” she hiccupped. “I need to see you. You can’t be doing this to me again. I can’t not have you two in my life. I need you,” she stopped, but I could hear her cries. “Dean, please,” she paused. “I understand that you had to go away, I just need to hear your voice. I-I need to know that you’re okay. And Sam. I just – Sam told me it wasn’t my fault,” she was crying harder now. “H-he said that you didn’t blame me for what happened to Castiel – but I,” she swallowed. “I can’t think of anything else that’s happened that would make you not want to see or speak to me,” she didn’t understand. That was the final straw, I let my tears fall silently. I could hear her wipe her face and try and steady her voice. “It’s okay, though. I might need you, but – but, you don’t need me. And that’s okay. Don’t let me stop you from living your life and – and doing your job, you know, saving people,” she said. “So, goodbye Dean. I love you.”

The seventh message played. “Dean,” she said, she was slurring. She was drunk. Alex never drank. I’ve never seen her drunk before. “I think there’s someone in my house,” she was whispering, making it harder for me to understand her slurs. I frowned. “If – if I’m right, it’s a man,” she was trying to whisper, but she was that drunk that she was louder than she thought. She stopped talking and I heard a door hinge creaking. “Oh, shit,” I heard her say.

“That’s right, love. I’m your worst nightmare,” the oh-so familiar King of Hell’s voice said. The line went dead after that.

-

FIRST PERSON – ALEXA

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Crowley hissed at me, looking impatient. “Where are the Winchesters?”

“And I’ll tell you one more time, I don’t have a fucking clue,” I spat back at him. He sighed and walked closer to me.

“Does this hurt, Alexa?” he asked me, ramming his finger into one of the many wounds he had caused on my body. I grunted, gritting my teeth together in pain. My eyes squeezed closed as he pressed harder into the wound. I felt the blood pouring down the side of my stomach and I heard him laugh, loud and abrupt.

When he took a few steps back, I took a deep breath through my mouth. “My name is Alex,” I gritted out.

“I like Alexa better,” he grinned, wiping his hands clean. “Have her hosed down,” he said to two of the once-men standing at the back of the room. I sighed, this was the best thing that was going to happen to me for a few more days, so I may as well savour it. They got two hoses, one to hose down my back, and one for my front. This is the second time they’ve done this. I opened my mouth as the cool water started to spray over my skin.

I saw the blood drip down from my body, the fresh blood in my ripped clothes, somewhat coming out. When they stopped, my hair was soaking wet and I rolled my shoulders the best I could. He had me standing, my feet chained to the floor and my arms tied to a meat hook above my head. I let myself breath when they went away, leaving me by myself for a few minutes.

A demon came in soon, one I recognised from an earlier day. She had fed me and given me water. I didn’t know it was possible to meet a nice demon, but this one was. Her name was Meg. I let out a breath of relief when I recognised her. She smiled softly, but started to paint something on the ceiling with her own blood.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Sh,” she looked pointedly at me. I narrowed my eyes at her, wondering where I had seen what she was drawing before. Probably something from Sam or Dean. I sighed, wondering if Dean had even gotten my message from the night I was taken. As soon as Meg got down and started walking away. She turned to face me. “I’m not here, I never was, neither is that, okay?” she asked. I didn’t know how to reply. “Okay?” she said, sharply.

“Okay,” I breathed out and when she got the corner that was hidden the most, and I could barely see her, she did something. And I heard the song Harder to Breathe play, loudly. Not even twenty seconds had passed and Crowley was standing in front of me, frowning at me.

“What is this?” he asked, his voice loud and angry. “Answer me!” he yelled in my face.

“I-I don’t know! I promise! I had nothing to do with this!” I said, acting innocent. I knew that he was in the circle that Meg had drawn, but I didn’t draw attention to it or even mention it, like Meg asked. I heard grunting and yelling, and before I knew it, Sam and Dean kicked the door open.

“Why you bloody…” he stopped in his tracks, like something stopping him from walking.

“Bit stuck there, Crowley?” Dean smirked. Crowley crossed his arms.

“Dean,” he said, nodding at him. “Sam,” Crowley said to him. Sam walked passed Crowley and to where I was. I was more than glad to see them. Sam helped me get out of the chains and carried me over to where Dean was standing. I was still wet from when Crowley’s ‘men’ had hosed me down.

“Come on, Moose! I took her fair and square! She was so… defenceless and alone. She kept wailing your names. I told her it was no use, but she kept on screaming for you two. Even when I had a full blade buried in her stomach, she didn’t cry, no, she kept screaming for you two sods,” I wiggled out of Sam’s firm hold and hobbled to the edge of the demon trap.

“You will never see me cry, Crowley,” I said, and turned around, walking back over to Sam. Sam held my hand and I squeezed it as tight as I could, letting him know that I was okay. I couldn’t help but notice the crazed look in Dean’s eyes that I knew meant that he wanted to kill Crowley, but he couldn’t.

We turned away from Crowley and walked out of the building. Outside, the bright light hurt my eyes, making me bury my face into Sam’s shoulder as we walked. In Dean’s impala, I saw another person, the one that was at my door, he had been hurt – Castiel.

I leaned on the outside of the impala, not sure if I ready to meet a new person right now. I took a couple of deep breaths while Sam climbed into the back of the car to talk to Castiel. Dean stood next to me, my hand firmly in his. “Alex,” Dean said, making I look up him. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” he said, a tight smile covering his face.

I felt a smile start forming on my lips. “I’m glad you showed up,” I said. “Don’t know how much more of that I could’ve handled,” I chuckled, but Dean just shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have had to deal with that in the first place,” he said, running his hands through his hair. I squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek, but he let go of my hand and cleared his throat when Castiel got out of the car with Sam.

There was a hesitant smile on Castiel’s face. “Cas, this is Alex. Alex, this is Cas,” Sam said, introducing us. I smiled lightly and shook his hand, but I grunted in pain as I stretched out my arm to him.

“Ah, sorry about that,” I said, a painful smile on my face, sucking my lip between my teeth.

“It’s… okay. I’m – I apologise for showing up, wounded at your doorstep.”

“That’s okay,” I smiled the best I could. I turned to Dean. “Can we get going?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, and we all piled into the car. When we got into the car, Dean was in the drivers’ seat, I was in the passenger seat while Cas and Sam were in the back. When Dean started the car, I heard the opening riffs of Harder to Breath and a genuine smile broke out on my face.

-

It had been weeks since the incident with Crowley. It had left me with some scars, but nothing too bad that I couldn’t handle. While Sam and Dean went out and fought monsters, Cas and I stayed in the bunker and bonded. We had become good friends.

When Sam and Dean came back from a hunt, they usually crashed straight away – and that didn’t change when they walked in the bunker another time. They both went straight to their respective rooms and slept for hours. I spent most of my time reading books and talking to Cas.

We spoke about heaven a lot. Cas would tell me stories about his home in heaven. Stories about when he was a couple hundred years younger and all of his brothers and sisters were happy and didn’t fight. He had been trained to be the best soldier he could be – and he was – he was the best soldier of heaven. He told me about his favourite heaven and about all the people he might whilst he lived in heaven.

“Good afternoon,” I nodded to Dean as he walked out of his room, his hair messy and clothes askew. He nodded, yawning. “How are you?”

“Good, good,” he said, his voice thick with sleep. I made him a quick meal and we talked about his most recent case while he spoke. I had asked him about taking me on hunts, but he always said it was too dangerous.

“Where’s Sammy?”

“He went for a run,” I sighed, cleaning up the dishes. I watched as Dean poured himself a glass of whiskey and drank it in one gulp. He poured himself another. I sighed, shaking my head to myself. He knew I didn’t like it. He still did it, though.

“What about Cas?”

“I don’t know, Dean,” I snapped. I sighed, putting the plate I had in my hands down in the soapy water and turning around to look at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“No, it’s fine,” he shrugged. “We all snap sometimes,” and he walked away with the whiskey bottle in his hand.

“I think I’m going crazy in here,” I whispered to myself.

-

A couple of days had passed and I had finished reading as many books as I could. I put it down, and sighed. Sam and Dean were fighting, so Dean was out on a hunt by himself. That didn’t put my mind at ease at all. I walked around, finding Sam on his laptop and I sat on the table in front of his laptop.

“Sam,” I said, getting his attention. He glanced up at me, looked back to his laptop, but closed the lid after.

“What’s up?” he asked, looking at me again.

“I can’t stay in here any longer, Sam. I have to get out of here. Just – go for a walk on the beach, down the street. Please.”

-

I managed to talk Sam into taking us out. First, we went to a shopping mall in a beach town a couple of towns over. I smiled, putting some new clothes, books, movies and tv shows into a trolley that Sam was pushing. Cas and I were browsing together, Sam trailing us, watching us carefully.

“Hey Sammy, how ‘bout we dump that in the car and go to the beach?” I asked excitedly. He nodded

a smile across his face. We ended up buying sun cream before we went. Sam and I both agreed that we didn’t want any of us to get sunburnt. When we got to the beach, Sam and I took our shoes off, telling Cas to do the same. The sand was burning hot on our feet, making us run to the water as quickly as possible.

“Sam!” I called, throwing a lump of seaweed at him.

“Oh, that’s how you wanna play, is it?” he smirked, charging towards me. I squealed, running as fast as I could away from him, but I couldn’t out run him. He tossed me over his shoulder and walked deeper into the water.

“No! Sam! Come on, this isn’t fair!” I said, my fists hitting his back lightly and kicking my feet everywhere. I saw Cas standing back at the shore, watching us interact. “Cas!” I yelled. “Come out here and help me!” he hesitantly took a few more steps into the ocean, but shook his head, a scared expression on his face. I heard Sam laughing as he tossed me into the ocean. I pushed myself to the surface and as I did, I splashed Sam with water, soaking him. We were both laughing and we walked back to where Cas was standing, cautiously.

“Can you swim, Cas?” Sam asked him. He shook his head and it clicked why he didn’t come out deeper with us.

“Well then, looks like we’re teaching you how to swim. Just a crash course,” I said, taking his hand.

-

When we got home from our day out, we were all soaking and all glad that we didn’t have the impala, because Dean would’ve killed us if we trashed the seats. He came home a couple of days after our day out, looking tired and worn out. His stance was tense and his shoulders were tight. I looked through some cupboards in the bathroom and found some deep heat and went to Dean’s room.

I knocked on the door and he called out to come in. As I walked in, he had just kicked off his shoes and undone his belt. I smiled, holding up the rub. “You are a life saver,” he said, smiling.

“Get on the bed,” I grinned. He pulled his shirt over his head and took his belt and jeans off, so he was lying on the bed in his black briefs on his stomach. I straddled his lower back and rubbed the cream into my hands before rubbing it into his back and shoulders.

“What was this case that made you this tense, Dean?” I asked, worried. He didn’t answer, shrugging his shoulders. “Just relax, okay?” his shoulders and back relaxed and I massaged them with the deep heat. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yes, I know that Alexa,” he said, his voice firm.

“Then why don’t you tell me things?” I said, trying to remain as calm as possible. “We’ve been friends for literally forever. Tell me what’s made you this tense and uptight, tell me what the case was,” I spoke to him in a whisper, hoping he didn’t get mad.

He sighed. “Stop,” he said faintly. My hands stopped moving on his back and shoulders and he somehow turned around under me so that he was lying on his back and now I was straddling his waist. I pleaded with my eyes for him to tell me. “I… I haven’t told you because I don’t want you to worry. I don’t want you to get too involved with this. Because if what happened with Crowley happens again, and you know too much…” he trailed off.

“I wouldn’t say anything, Dean, not to him,” I shook my head, my voice cracking and tears appearing in my eyes.

“No, baby, I know you wouldn’t. But he has ways to dig into your head, like, seriously dig in your head and find things out,” he was whispering now. “I can’t have anything bad happen to you.”

I let tears fall from my eyes. He looked like someone had stabbed him in the gut. “I don’t tell you things, Alexa, because I’m scared about what you’d think of me once you know the things I’ve done.”

“Dean, I wouldn’t think of you any less or any differently, I promise you that.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Alexa,” he smiled faintly.

“I can keep that promise, Dean. You know why?” I paused, my heart in my throat, pounding harder and faster than it ever had. Tears were streaming down my face. This isn’t how I wanted to tell him – I never even wanted to tell him. It was meant to be a secret. This was going to ruin our friendship. “Because I’m in love with you.”

-

Dean got all choked up and didn’t know what to say. He was still under me, the smell of deep heat surrounding us. I didn’t mean to say it – didn’t want to say it. It just slipped out, without even thinking about it. I didn’t expect Dean to reply – for him to say that he loved me back. I didn’t mind.

“I-I’m so sorry, Dean,” I shook my head, scrambling off of him. “I – I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, I meant it, but I wasn’t meant to tell you that. Oh god, this is horrible. I’m just going to leave now. Yeah. Leaving sounds good. Bye, Dean, and once again, sorry,” and with that I left his room, leaving him on the bed, looking shocked and dazed.

 -

I locked myself in my room for the night and most of the next day. When Sam or Cas came to check on me, I told them I wasn’t feeling well. They let me be. Dean didn’t come see me and I didn’t blame him. It was a shock to him. It probably ruined every aspect of our friendship.

After the day had passed, and it was late night, I found myself getting hungry and thought it was late enough for Dean to be in bed, asleep and he wouldn’t see me. I pulled my ugg boots on and creeped out of my room into the darkness of the bunker.

As I walked around, I noticed through the darkness that the usual pile of weapons on one of the tables had disappeared. I narrowed my eyes in confusion, but continued on to the kitchen. It was getting pretty empty. I made a mental note to tell Sam that we should go get some groceries soon.

I decided that as I walked back to my room, I would take a detour to Sam’s and most likely sneak into bed with him. I needed a Sam hug. As I opened his door, I noticed the total lack of Sam in the bed and the lack of clothes in the basket and the lack of someone living in here. I started to panic, flicking the light switch on and searching his room for where he could’ve been. I ran out and went to Cas’s room, but found that it was completely empty too. I then, rushed to Dean’s room. Before I opened the door, I took a deep breath, pushing the door open.

In his room, I found a small post-it note on his bed. As I walked closer, I could still faintly smell the deep heat. On the note, in Dean’s messy hand-writing were two words:

I’m sorry.

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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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 JB/Jaebum x reader

You had recently started dating one of the school’s heart throbs. It had its ups and downs. Up for example, this is I'm Jae-bum, one of the hottest boys in existence. Need I say more? Down. Every girl currently hated you now.

JB was currently out of the country with his close friend Jackson. You hadn’t realised how much you missed him until now.

You missed everything about him. His face, his voice, his touch… especially his touch.

You whined, scrolling through the many posts on tumblr but not really taking any of them in. you were about to shut your laptop and try to sleep when an alert popped up.

IMCOMING CALL: Jaebum

Excitement raced through your body. Heat poured to your cheeks as you suddenly became shy.

You quickly accepted the call. The view that was supposed to be of him was completely black and you groaned.

“What’s wrong baby girl?”

“Why can’t I see you?” you whined, you were doing that a lot tonight. You realised it must have sounded a bit rude, you didn’t even start your conversation with ‘hello’.

You heard him chuckle before the room slowly lit up. JB’s face appeared and you felt yourself blushing again.

“Hi~”

He grinned slightly, “hi gorgeous.”

Jaebum was lying on his side, a dark snapback on his head and a black shirt covering his torso.

Your conversation started slow, the two of you were still quite shy around each other. It wasn’t until your sister came in and you moved the laptop slightly, that he saw what you were wearing. After that, things got a little more interesting.

After yelling at your sibling, you corrected the laptop and met a blushing JB. Your cheeks heated to match him, oblivious to what he had seen.

“What are you wearing baby?”

Your cheeks flushed a deeper red. Oh shit. He’d seen you in your panties when the laptop slipped. Your hands covered your face before you heard a light chuckle.

“Hmm, so cute~” he hummed. “Actually… so sexy~”

“JB…” You groaned, still embarrassed.

“I miss you babe. Let’s have some fun yeah?” he lightly took his bottom lip between his teeth, a soft moan escaping his lips when he saw you were doing the same.

You had to say, that was the most interesting skype call you’d ever heard.

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NARUTO IMAGINE

“Naruto!” he spun around upon hearing his name. He looked in confusion as he saw Sasuke running towards him.

“What is it, Sasuke?” he asked, throwing him a questioning glance.

“It’s Hinata,” Sasuke panted. “She’s – she’s…”

“She’s what, Sasuke? What’s wrong with Hinata?” he asked, trying to remain calm, but failing when he ended up yelling.

“Tsunade said she couldn’t get a hold of you – Hinata’s water broke,” he said, looking Naruto in the eye.

“Wh-what? That’s not possible – she isn’t due for another – another week!” Naruto stuttered.

“Well, it’s happening. And I need to get you to the hospital before Tsunade kills the both of us,” Sasuke muttered the last part, pulling Naruto into his car. They drove in silence, Naruto fidgeting in his seat. “Will you stop fidgeting? Nothing bad is going to happen, Naruto,” Sasuke snapped. It was like he read Naruto’s mind and the ‘what if’s’ that were playing over and over in his mind.

When they got to the hospital after what felt like hours to Naruto, they both rushed to the birthing ward. Naruto asked for Hinata and they showed him her room. She was red in the face and breathing heavily. Sasuke nudged him into the room as he stood in the doorway.

“Well, it’s about time, Naruto,” Tsunade tutted, shaking her head.

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmured, walking over to Hinata and taking her hand. “How are you feeling?” he asked her, his cheeks turning red slightly.

“Better now that you’re here,” she muttered before letting out a strained groan.

-

“Hinata, you did so well,” Naruto was holding her hand, kissing her forehead, making her smile. She looked up at him with a small grin.

“Naruto, Hinata, you’ve got a baby girl,” Tsunade mumbled, passing the girl over to Hinata.

Naruto was flustered as he looked at his little girl. He started blushing for no reason. “She’s beautiful,” he mumbled. “I – I need to go tell Sasuke,” he said, and Hinata nodded, cooing at their child.

“Sasuke,” he called out and he ran to his best friend. “It’s a girl! A baby girl. Although, it’s meant to be a boy, but it’s a girl!” he laughed, flustered, rambling words to his best friend.

“Naruto,” Sasuke chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m happy for you,” he said. “Now, get back in there to your wife and new baby girl.”

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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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JIN X READER

SMUT WARNINGNIGNGINGIHNGINg.

When you first started hanging around Kim Seokjin, you didn’t really think much of it. The two of you had known each other for a few years but had never really gotten close. Your parents knew each other, and you would often be round the other’s house for dinners and lunches and other stereotypical family events. Yes you knew him and you spoke, but you didn’t know him.

So, when the two of you started dating, it was something no one expected.

“(y/n)!”

You spun a little too quickly, dropping your text and note books.

“Sorry…”

“No, Hyeon, it’s fine.” You smiled up at her, gathering your things together.

You had actually met, your now best friend, Hyeon, through Jin himself. Somehow he had introduced you two.

“So… tomorrow is formal, you excited?”

You laughed, matching Hyeon’s stride to the school’s large front double doors. “Excited is kind of an understatement.”

“Nervous then?”

“Hmm… not really, but I probably will be in the morning.”

She sighed, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, “Well, Jin will look after you.”

You grinned at her, “Oh, I know he will.”

-

“You look gorgeous.”

“Mum, please stop crying.”

“She isn’t dying.”

Your mum glared down your younger brother, he instantly shut up.

“You’re making such a big deal out of her though.”

Your mum huffed, fiddling with something on the back of your dress, “You’ll get your turn sweetie.”

“I don’t want a dress.”

You laughed, and it felt good to laugh. You’d been nervous all day, snapping at everyone and everything because nothing seemed to be going right today. Your hair dresser was running behind, your makeup lady couldn’t find your house. Nothing else could go wrong really.

Your father suddenly appeared, “Jin is here.”

Extreme pause.

“Sis, you okay?”

You glanced at your bother, “Fine.”

“You’re shaking, and you’re also holding your breath.”

A nervous laugh left your lips, “Am I?”

Your mum hugged you tightly, “Sweetie, you look stunning, you’ll be fine. Just remember to have fun and stay safe.”

“Mum.” You groaned, catching on to what she was so obviously hinting at. “Seriously, that’s so stereotypical and cliché.”

“You never know what will happen, and I'm fine with you… involving yourself in such activities, as long as you stay safe.”

You moved away from her, “Just go down stairs.”

Once you were alone, you took a moment to relax, to breathe. Formal wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t the actual formal you were nervous about. It was afterward. The after-party, the drunk people. There would most likely be drugs involved, knowing your school. But that didn’t seem to faze you at the moment, and it probably never would.

-

Jin was surprisingly calm. He thought he would have been a mess by now, but he’d surprised himself. He’d received an extremely interesting phone call from Yoongi who had gotten himself into quite the situation.

“Hyung. I'm actually lost.”

Jin couldn’t contain the laughter, he pulled the phone away from his face so Yoongi couldn’t hear him.

“Hyung, this isn’t funny at all.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But how did you manage to get lost? All you had to do was go to the flower shop.”

The older male heard a long sigh on the other side of the phone, “I’ve never been to a flower shop before.”

“Yeah you have, you had to order the corsage.”

“But mum was with me, so I wasn’t really thinking about where I was.”

Jin laughed, not even bothering to pull the phone from his face. “I'm sorry Yoongi-ah, but I seriously cannot help you. Just ask someone for directions.”

“You’re a great friend.”

Yoongi was fine.

His mum had found him and picked him up. Not once did he actually seem worried about his situation. Which was why Jin never actually took him seriously and proceeded to laugh at him.

“Jin?”

Said boy glanced up at the call of his name, you coming into his view. And it was one of those extremely cliché moments where he literally only saw you.

You laughed quietly seeing his reaction. His eyes widened, mouth slightly agape, eyebrows disappearing into his hair.

“(y/n), you look, beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You mumbled shyly, you finally reached him- it was quite a task in your heels- and as soon as you did his hands were on your waist, his lips plump, soft and warm against your own.

“Shall we go?” He cocked a cheeky eyebrow at you, cheesily taking your hand and leading you out the door.

-

It had taken you about 20 minutes to actually get into your dress. That was, carefully pulling the expensive and delicate fabric over your head, then lacing the back which took forever and also caused you a lot of pain.

Getting out of the dress however, was a very different story.

“Jin…” His name left your lips in a whimper, his own lips pressed harshly against your jaw.

Your group of friends had decided that staying overnight in a hotel would be better than going home for the night. Of course the boys only had one motive behind this.

Jin had managed to get the dress off you in a matter of a few minutes. The expensive dress now draped over the chair in the corner of the room, completely forgotten.

Jin’s hands travelled from your face, down your neck and down to your hips- not forgetting to brush your chest of course.

Another whimper left your lips and he pulled away. Your eyes instantly taking in his reddened lips and the way he pulled his bottom one between his teeth.

He gave you a quick kiss before his hands took hold of your thighs, pulling you up his body. Instantly your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms over his shoulders in his hair. You roughly ran your hands through his soft locks, tugging on them slightly.

A sound similar to a growl left his throat and within seconds he had you up against the wall, his lips marking your neck again. “Jin please…”

He stopped, all his movements, before pulling back and looking you in the eye, “You sure?”

You didn’t open your mouth, because you knew the only sound that would be leaving it would be a moan, just from him looking at you like that. Instead, you tugged on his hair again, pressing your own lips to his neck marking him as yours.

You’d managed to rid him of his shirt and pants by the time he had you pinned under him, on the king sized bed in the centre of your hotel room.

His hands slipped round your back, unclipping your strapless bra that, really, was hardly in place at all once the dress was off. As soon as your bra was gone, his hands slipped down your sides and into your panties.

You couldn’t contain the moan that left your lips once you felt his growing excitement pressed against your thigh. You were so distracted by that, you literally gasp once you felt his fingers brush your entrance.

“Excited?”

His voice was husky and dangerous. If you didn’t actually know that it was Jin who had said it, you would have thought someone else was in the room.

Your body shuddered from the movements of his fingers, just teasing you.

He chuckled at your response, obviously enjoying it. He slowly started moving his hips, rolling them against your side. While he had you distracted with his unnaturally moving hips, his fingers entered you. He was gentle, and took in every little reaction you had.

He watched your face, instantly knowing when he was hurting you, or when you were enjoying it.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him to your face so your lips were pressed together. It was a rough kiss, desperate. You sucked on each other lips till they were swollen, tongues twirled and when it got messy your teeth clashed every now and then.

A deep moan left his throat, “I can’t wait babe…” He groaned quietly into your ear.

Before you had time to register what was happening, your panties were gone, as were his boxers and his large body was hovering over your own.

“You ready?”

You nodded, too out of breath from your last kiss to answer him.

His hips slowly moved into yours and the feeling was weird. Painful, yet not. The pain would spike, and he knew by the looks on your face. He would slow his movements, lean down and cover your face with kisses.

His lips met yours and that’s where they stayed, muffling your moans and cries until you were used to him.

His mouth left yours but he stayed so close, your breaths mingling together between you. Neither of you spoke, the only sounds were the panting coming from the two of you.

You moved your hips upwards and Jin’s eyes flicked from your lips to your own orbs. He stared at you, making sure you were definitely okay before he finally moved.

Jin was amazing. He was kind and gentle and he worshiped every part of your body. He made sure that his lips had marked your everywhere, and that his hands had caressed every inch of you.

His head dropped to your neck, where he nuzzled into you. He was making the most amazing sounds. His moans were deep and throaty, but every now and then his voice would crack and you lost it every time. Your own moans filling the room loudly.

When he was close, his movements quickened, his hips snapped into your own, his hands left your sides to firmly hold the bed head. Because he knew his hold would be too hard on you and hurting you was something he didn’t want.

You both reached your end, his lips on your neck but not stopping the loud, deep moans and the calling of your name over and over. Your arms were curled around him, your hands in his hair.

He ended up moving to the side and collapsing, his eyes firmly shut. You thought he’d fallen asleep until his arm reached out and pulled you to his side.

And that’s where you stayed all night, your bodies pressed to one another’s, fitting perfectly together.

-

You and Hyeon were sitting at the island in the hotel kitchen. Jin and Yoongi somewhere in the lounge room.

Your hands were wrapped around a warm mug which was resting on your bottom lip so you could sip on your tea.

You’d just taken a mouthful when Hyeon spoke up. “So… you guys were really loud last night.”

You literally spat your tea across the counter, slamming your mug down, you hand instantly covering your mouth.

“Why are you so surprised? You seriously think we didn’t hear, or that I didn’t notice how you waddled out of your room, by the way, looking smug as hell. Jin’s face was priceless, I’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin than his.”

“Hyeon!” you spat at her, indicating to keep her voice down.

She just laughed at you, “Yoongi heard too, he isn’t deaf, and he isn’t blind. Besides, he probably knew it was going to happen. Jin had probably told him, and if he hadn’t they are probably talking about it now.”

You were wiping the counter with a little too much force, sending a glare over your shoulder, “I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you really don’t.”

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If the title didn’t give it away, SMUT WARNING. 

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“Have you ever done anything like this before, Jimin?” you asked him as he held his hand out for you.

“Not really,” he admitted, letting out a laugh. You grabbed his hand reluctantly and let him pull you up from your crouching position. “Don’t be like that,” he groaned, leaning in and kissing your lips softly. “Nothing will happen, baby. I promise,” he whispered, pulling you close and you felt his body flush against yours. “Come on,” he laughed, pulling you along behind him.

“Where are we? Why won’t you tell me?” you asked as he pushed open a door after looked around for people.

“Because it’s a surprise,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You let out an annoyed groan, but followed him nonetheless. You took a couple of steps after him before you froze. You knew where you were. You knew where he had taken you. “What is it?” he asked, looking back at you.

“I know where we are, Jimin,” you hissed. “And I am not getting caught breaking and entering into the pool with you,” you wanted to yell, but refrained seeing as you were doing an illegal activity. “Jimin, I’ve got a pool in my backyard!” you sighed.

“Yeah, but this is funner,” he grinned, winking.

“Funner?” you asked, shaking your head.

“Yeah,” he grinned, pulling you closer to him again and kissing your lips once. After that, he kissed your neck, making your knees go weak. You grabbed onto his shoulders, hoping you it would stop you from collapsing. You felt his hands grab onto your hips and his fingers slip under your shirt. You hissed slightly from his cold hands touching your sensitive stomach skin.

He huffed out a laugh and tugged on your shirt. You rolled your eyes but lifted your arms up, letting him rip the shirt of you. He did the same to himself before leaning down in front of you on one knee.

“You aren’t proposing to me, right?” you asked dryly. He let out a laugh.

“Not just yet,” he winked and pulled each of your shoes off. He kicked his off quickly and put his hands at the button of your jeans. “Come on,” he whined, kissing your lips. You frowned.

“We’re being very illegal right now, Jimin. What if we get caught?” you asked, worry building in your chest.

“We aren’t going to get caught, baby. Just trust me,” he whispered into your mouth before kissing you deeply. You felt his hands work at the button on your pants as he kissed you. He got it open and he pulled them down your legs, pressing kisses onto your soft skin. You heard yourself let out a small laugh as the pants were fully off you.

You watched him as he pulled his own pants off and he ran over to the pool and jumped in. “Jimin!” you hissed. “Be quiet!” you said, shaking your head.

“Oh, come on!” he all but yelled. “Jump in!” he urged with a grin and wagging his eyebrows up and down.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. You walked closer to the pool but gasped when you felt water all over you. He splashed you. “Oh, you’re dead.”

You dived into the pool and splashed him as soon as you had resurfaced. He laughed loudly when you kept splashing him. He suddenly disappeared under the water and you tried to swim away from him but his hands grabbed your legs, pushing you through the water until your back was against a cold wall.

You gasped loudly when you felt his hand on you over your panties. Your hands gripped his hair and pulled him out of the water. “What are you doing to me?” you whispered, shaking your head.

“Something that you’ll like,” he grinned before taking a deep breath and going under the water. His hands brought down your panties and his head emerged again, throwing your panties out of the water. He went back under and you moaned softly when you felt his hand on you again. He rubbed his fingers over your sensitive clit, and you couldn’t stop yourself when you moaned again. He continued to play with you, but his head came up from the water soon enough.

“Please,” you panted to him. He grinned. Your hands pulled his boxer briefs down and you threw them out of the pool. Without wasting anytime, he thrusted into you. You cried out and threw your head back in pleasure. “Jimin,” you moaned, making him smile. He kissed your neck, nipping at the skin. Your hands were on his back, and you felt your nails digging into it when he thrusted into you deeper.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, letting him get ever deeper than before. You started kissing furiously at his neck. You bit and sucked at it, making sure to leave a couple marks. Your legs were shaking as you felt your orgasm build. “Jimin,” you whispered into his neck.

“I know, baby,” he whispered back, panting. “Let go,” he whispered and you felt the ultimate pleasure coursing through your entire body. As soon as your came, you felt Jimin let go and heard his moans of your name. You smiled to him as he pulled out of you.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you whispered to him, laughing slightly. He looked up at me and grinned wider than I had ever seen.

“I said you would like it, didn’t I?”

- Admin C. 

Also, I know I just posted twice in like 5 minutes, but like think of it as me making up for it for not posting in so long. 

YOONGI X READER SMUT

So yeah, another smut warning. 

It almost fell out of your hand when you heard the door opening. Before you could do anything, though, he saw you. At first, he looked exhausted, but happy to see you, then he looked confused, and lastly, he looked disappointed. You sighed, flicking the cigarette butt off the balcony and followed him as he walked away from you.

“Please don’t be mad,” you whined, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he stood at the bathroom sink, washing his face.

“I’m not mad,” he said, shaking his head slightly. You could feel a ‘but’ coming though. You placed your forehead on his shoulder blade and waited. “But,” he sighed. You almost grinned out of triumph of knowing him so well. “I’m just… disappointed,” he said, walking away from you.

You stayed in place at the bathroom sink, not knowing what else to do. “Yoongi,” you say, following after him eventually. He ignored you as he poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen. “Yoongi, please,” you whispered, hating the fact that he’s not happy with you.

“I’ve just – it’s been a really long day and I was planning on coming home and being with you,” he trailed off. You sensed another ‘but’, however you interrupted before he could continue.

“Well be with me then!” you exclaimed. “What do my smoking habits have to do with… us?”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, bowing his head and becoming silent. “I can’t lose you, baby.”

“Yoongi,” you whispered. “You aren’t going to lose me. I promise,” you moved closer to him. He finally faced you and you immediately wrap your arms around his torso and pulled him close to your body. “I’ll always be here,” you mumbled into his chest.

“You can’t promise that,” he shook his head. “You can’t,” he repeated. “Especially if you keep smoking!” his voice suddenly got louder, making you take a step back from him. You weren’t scared of him… it was just surprising that he raised his voice. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, taking your hand. “I just – I don’t want to risk seeing you any less than I already do.”

It was true that you didn’t see each other that often. He was always touring, performing somewhere, going to photoshoots or doing promos or something else with the other guys. You hated them a little bit for taking Yoongi away from you so much. But you could never be mad because he loved what he did and he loved those boys. And you do, too. They’re like your family.

He pulled you closer with his hand that was holding yours and kissed your forehead. You looked up through your lashes at him and he smiled softly. You leaned up and kissed his lips. At first, it was slow – gentle. But as the kiss went on for longer than you intended it to, he tightened his grip around your waist and kissed you harder. You gasped into the kiss when his hands went under your shirt, his cool hands touching your skin. He took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“You taste sweet… and like cigarettes,” he mumbled into the kiss.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled in reply, but he just hummed back at you, kissing you deeper. A moan came from deep in your throat when his leg pushed between yours, rubbing against you. He grinned into the kiss.

He pulled back and started kissing down your jawline to your neck where he pecked and nipped with his teeth. You hissed through your teeth when he bit down particularly hard – licking it after, leaving a cool patch on your neck. His hands moved to the back of your legs as he resumed kissing you.

“Jump,” he whispered and you followed the instruction, legs wrapping around his hips and interlocking. You grinded against him and he moaned into your kiss. It was you who grinned this time. You got pushed up against a wall in the kitchen, pressing flush against him and you could feel him getting harder.

“Let’s go to the bed,” you whispered to him and he nodded, carrying you to the queen-sized bed. You always forgot how strong Yoongi was because of his usually-dorky demeanour. You were placed on it, him quickly following and lying on top of you. He straddled you, bringing his hands under your shirt and pulling it off in one go.

“Nice colour,” he whispered as he kissed your stomach up to your bra. “But I think I like it better…” he paused. “On the floor,” he grinned. He reached behind you when you arched your back for him to get easier access. You smiled when he literally threw it across the room.

“Now to get rid of yours,” you said, pushing his shirt over his head. “Better,” you mumbled with appreciation laced in your voice. You started undoing his pants, his heavy jeans coming off before your pyjama shorts. He hummed when his hands rubbed up and down every part of your body. His hands rested on your hips and he kissed you again, deeply.

You moaned loudly when he started sucking on the same already-purple bruise that was forming on your neck. He kept kissing down – down your chest between your breasts and down your stomach until he came to the top of your panties. He grabbed the fabric with his teeth and pulled them down your legs.

“Yoongi, please,” you whispered, feeling uncomfortable with being left like this. He grabbed your legs and leaned forward, his breath fanning over your inner thigh as he slowly pushed them further apart. You gasped when he placed his lips over you, kissing gently before his fingers started rubbing against your already wet clit.

“Mm, baby,” he mumbled, his voice so low it sounded like growl almost. He continued working with his tongue and pushed two fingers into you, making you moan his name out.

“If you keep going like this, I’m gonna…” you trailed off, feeling him slip another finger into you. “I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, baby,” he shook his head, taking his fingers out of you and leaning up to kiss you while reaching to the bedside table. He rummaged through the draw and brought a condom out. You took it out of his hand and quickly opened it. You looked down and pushed his boxer briefs – that showed off everything – off his body. You slid the condom onto him and he moaned a little when you touched him.

Before you take your hand away, you make sure to brush over the head of him. He looks down at you, knowing you did it on purpose and attacked your lips again. His hands were holding himself up and you wrapped your legs around his hips again, pulling him closer to you. His head brushed against you and you moaned.

“Yoongi,” You said, almost like a warning and he grinned. He moved so he was positioned correctly and kissed you deeply as he thrusted deep into you. You moaned out loudly, thinking that Jimin, who lives on the floor below, could probably hear you. You blushed when you thought about that one.

“Say my name, baby,” he whispered into your ear as he continued to thrust.

“Yoongi,” you moaned.

“No, my other name,” he grinned, kissing you again.

“Su-,” you started, but you cried out instead when he moved himself so he could thrust into you deeper. “Suga,” you whimpered and he had a smirk on his face. He continued to thrust, both of you being loud and not-at-all embarrassed by the possibility that the people living in the flats around you definitely know what you’re doing.

When you were reaching your climax, you kissed him desperately, your hands running through his hair. They moved down to his back, digging into him. As soon as you reached you limit, you cried his name out – and his face contorted in pure pleasure as he came.

You were both sweaty and panting when he pulled away from you, getting up and going to the bathroom before coming back over to you. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move tomorrow,” you whispered to him and he let out a throaty laugh.

“Don’t worry,” he shook his head. “You won’t have to get out of bed for a while tomorrow,” he winked and you grinned, kissing his lips before you fell asleep in the bed with him humming into your hair.

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-Admin C :-)

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