NARUTO IMAGINE

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.”

Enjoy! :-)

ADMIN C

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.

Got7′s Yugyeom/Kim Yugyeom x reader:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed in response.

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

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

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

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

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BTS - When They Write Lyrics

Rapmon: guys we need to start writing songs again

Suga: let's write about big ringz

Rapmon: no

Suga: fur coatz

Rapmon: yoongi pls

Suga: the thug lyfe

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

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

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

Jin: you don't know shit about me namjoon

Rapmon: taehyung do you have anything

V: any what

Rapmon: ideas

V: for what

Rapmon: for a SONG

V: ohhhh

Rapmon: ......

V: ........

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

V: do I what

Rapmon: oh my GODDDD

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

Rapmon: .....um

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

Rapmon: uuuuuugH

J-hope: a smile full of radiance and beauty

Rapmon: why are u still talking

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

Jungkook: whOA that sounds like a great idea

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

Jungkook: oooo and let's add some butterflies

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

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

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

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

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

Jimin: uhH what are we doing, a song?

Rapmon: yEs jimin

Jimin: well what about, a LOVE song

Suga: ooooo about who jimin ??

Jimin: my angel

Suga: omg

Jimin: my love

Suga: jimin bby

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

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

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

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

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

Rapmon: I'm going solo bye

Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 1.

THIRD PERSON

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

BTS on a Picnic

Jin: Namjoon help me set up the blanket

Rap Mon: how hard is it to roll out a blanket Jin?

Jin: really hard when you have Jungkook on a leash, now get your over here and lay out the blanket

V: hey guys I brought a magnifying glass to look at the bugs

V: hello wittle teeny weeny lady bugs!

Jhope: don't get too close to the ants Yoongi

Suga: Hoseok I swear to g-

Jhope: BECAUSE ANTS ARE ATTRACTED TO SWEET STUFF YOU KNOW WHAT'S SWEET, YOONGI?

Suga: HOSEOK SHUT U-

Jhope: SUGA AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

V: Jiminie come look at the ants! One of them is carrying a really big crumb, like how you look when you lift

V: it's strong like you bro

Jimin: bro

Jungkook: yeah that's fun, but if you tilt the magnifying glass this way you burn the ants to death lol

Rap Mon: you know ant societies are so sad

Rap Mon: at the moment they're born, they're forced to work government.they're all running around and working, even though they don't get much out of it

Rap Mon: we see them as inferior, but they're just like us

Jungkook: lmao whatever, look at that spider eating that lady bug

V: NOOOO NOT THE LADY BUG

Jungkook: YO IT BIT THE HEAD OFF THAT'S SICK

Jhope: I guess you could say it's... JJEOREO LOL YOONGI, UP TOP

Suga: no

Jin: guys come on let's eat

Jimin: it's ok Taehyung, don't cry over the lady bug. here, hold my biceps

Jungkook: you guys are so weak, here watch me climb this tree

Jin: Jungkook, you stay away from that tree

Jungkook: sweet, a bee hive

Jin: JEON JUNGKOOK, PUT THAT STICK DOWN

Jungkook: someone get this on tape

Suga: lmao ok

Rap Mon: kids listen to your mother

Jhope: hey guys you know the honey in the beehive is kinda sweet

Jhope: you wanna know what else is sweet

Suga: hoe don't do it

Jimin: what?

Jhope: SUGA AYYYYYYYYY

Rap Mon: AYYYYYYYYYYYY

Jin: all I wanted was a nice picnic, I did not pack 7 sandwiches and 7 juice boxes for this

V: well that can't bring back an eaten lady bug back to life does it

Jin:

Jin: *stares into nonexistent camera like the office*