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Tips On How to Write Characters with Wings (For both fanfic writers and original content writers)

So I’ve been reading a lot of fics lately where people are either

A) Putting wings onto canon characters

B) Making OCs with wings

So I decided that, with the influx of people who are writing winged characters (and therefore the influx of errors that come with writing winged characters), I’d make a little thing to help you slap a pair of wings onto anyone!

This is also a bit personal, too, because the MC in my upcoming novel has wings!

1. Know that there are a lot of types of wings to choose from

Part of being a writer is the desire to take something (whether it be a pre-existing work or an idea in your head) and make it into your own. So, instead of just going with the classic bird wings, why not spice it up a bit? If your character is an angel, you certainly don’t have to stick to the classic depictions of angel wings. Why not give them butterfly wings or dragonfly wings?

Here’s a small list of different types of wings to choose from:

  • Bat wings
  • Beetle wings
  • Bird wings
  • Butterfly/Moth wings
  • Dragonfly wings

Note that these wings are for animals who can fly. There are also animals who can “fly” that actually glide, such as sugar gliders and flying squirrels.

Yeah, so the options are pretty limited, but feel free to make up your own kinds of wings that aren’t necessarily based on a pre-existing creature’s wings!

2. Be familiar with the anatomy of your character’s wings and their limits

If your wings are completely unique, draw them out. A diagram or picture is key when it comes to things like description. I’m not gonna tell you what everything does and give you Animal Wing Anatomy 101, that’s for you to research. Know that there are different types of wings and that they have different uses, strengths, and weaknesses.

3. Never use the full extent of your research! 

Surprise, surprise!

“But wait, Maddy!” you cry, writing utensil in hand and poised to stab me. “I thought we were supposed to were supposed to show our research!”

Well, you are. Technically that’s not wrong. But, readers don’t want to know ALL of it. Over-described wings are sometimes worse than under-described wings; what sucks more than not knowing what a character’s wings look like is having to look up wing anatomy in the middle of the chapter!

Only use the most basic of vocabulary when it comes to describing the parts of the wing. Most of the time, you just have to say “bat wing” or “feathery wing” and the readers get the basic idea. (Like seriously, do you think the readers know what a dactylopatagium brevis is????? It’s a part of skin on a bat’s wing btw)

4. Don’t bring your character’s wings up only when they’re needed!!!!

Unless your character’s wings can fade away when they’re not needed, wings are a 100% real, 24/7 thing! It’s bothersome when writers mention the wings in one chapter and then only bring them up when there’s a daring escape that needs to be performed! Most of the time, I forget that the characters even have wings at all!

There is also the fact that wings aren’t all pros and no cons. If they’re functional, they’re probably big, and if they’re muscular, they’re probably bulky. If your character is clumsy, they’ll probably knock things over constantly, and if they’re not clumsy, they’ll still knock things over constantly.

Your wings are two (or four, or five, or six quintillion) extra appendages; they’re a part of your character! You don’t have to spend every second reminding the readers that they’re there, but don’t go long stretches of time without even mentioning them.

5. Your character’s wings can be a good way to indicate their mood or to provide for that little bit of description that you think you make be lacking

Why wouldn’t you want to describe the wings? I mean, you don’t want to describe every minute detail over and over again, but it’ll boost your word count a lot more than you think. They can also be used to convey your character’s feelings without explicitly telling the reader! It’s like a new set of facial expressions!

See? You can tell he’s wary and ready to fight from the movement of his wings! Also he’s crouching next to a dead body but that’s not relevant right now

Here’s a list of wing language (?) that you can incorporate into your story that will not only increase your word count, but will also add to the sustenance of your story!


  • Twitch
  • Flutter
  • Ripple
  • Fold tightly
  • Fidget
  • Flap


  • Flare
  • Bristle
  • Fluff up
  • Ripple
  • Beat
  • Raise up
  • Snap open


  • Flutter
  • Curl up
  • Ripple
  • Wave
  • Flap
During Battle
  • Bludgeon
  • Smack
  • Bat
  • Clout
  • Whack
  • Kick someone’s legs out from under them
  • Snap someones neck (only for muscular wings like bat and bird wings)
Problems that may come with having wings
  • Poke out from under blankets and let all of the cold air in
  • Stepped on
  • Get pins and needles from being folded for too long
  • Squashed on chairs/ in beds/ in crowded hallways
  • Vulnerable in battle
  • Molting (for bird wings)

Hope this helped!!!

Humans Are Weird

I’m sitting in the mess hall, swirling my spoon through my bowl of frugnarf, when Kap’ka*click*ka (I call him Kap) sits down opposite me.

“Human Monique, greetings.”

“Greetings, Kap. What’s up?” My eyes are still on my bowl.

“I have a most pressing query for you.” He pauses dramatically during which I decide to look up at him. Meeting my gaze sternly, he says, “Are you injured?”

The question throws me. “What?”

“Injured, Human Monique! Are you injured?” The long flabs of skin along his neck flap with his agitation, and I know he’s actually being serious.

“No,” I say firmly. Then, more gently, “Why do you ask?”

Six eyes blink at me before one of his hands reaches to take my right hand, the one not holding the spoon. “You use only one of your fore-appendages. I feared you were concealing an injury,” he explains. “We *click*Ref*click*fer often do this when we wish to deceive others.”

It is in that instant that I understand. Kap’s species is entirely ambidextrous. All seven of their limbs can work apart from the others. The species even has an extra cortex in their brains to allow for this kind of dexterity. (I mean, seven limbs! That also isn’t counting their three legs.)

I smile at him and pull my hand away. “No, Kap. I’m fine. Really. I’m just a Lefty.”

“A what?”

“I’m left-handed. Most humans are either left- or right-hand-dominant. Lefties are less common.”

“You mean to tell me that your entire existence relies solely on one appendage to do everything?”

“Not everything,” I amend, enjoying watching his eyes bulge. “I mean, I type with both hands and I can eat with both hands, but things like writing or firing my rifle, I use my left.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“I’m dead serious! Sure, there are a few humans who are ambidextrous, and you can certainly learn how, but it’s hard work and, frankly, it’s a waste of time.”

“But what happens if your dominant, left hand is cut off by a prif’s pincers? What will you do? We don’t have the technology to replace your dominant, left hand, Human Monique!”

I grin up at him and switch my spoon from my left to my right. “Well, I guess I’ll be a Righty, then,” I say and take a bite.


Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex

Word Count: 2650ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.

And then you wake up.

For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.

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Work it Out

Bucky x Reader

Summary: after pulling a muscle on a mission, you need to stretch out your leg while working out. But you need help to do so. There’s only one person around to help.

Word Count: 2595 (I got carried away!)

Warnings: language + references to smut + angst

A/N: I have so much unfinished hw and I’m writing a fanfic. honestly I should just drop out I can’t anymore w school. anyway, enjoy 💛

“That bad?” Wanda says, chuckling breathlessly. I shake my head. A familiar pain strikes through my thigh and I wince. Wanda looks at me in concern. “Stop.” she says. I look at her for a moment, almost limping on the treadmill, before pressing the “Stop” button and letting the conveyer belt slow to a halt. She finishes her own as well, wiping the sheet of sweat off her forehead.

“He literally ate his rice with his hands.” I sigh. Wanda raises her eyebrows. “I don’t know when the dating pool shrunk to all the losers.” I shake my head.

“Well, don’t take it out in your workout.” she says. “At least not until your muscle has healed.” I roll my eyes. “Doctor’s orders!” she says impatiently. I stick my tongue out at her and she smiles. “Well, I’m done anyway. Tony organized a dinner.” I tilt my head.

“Tony did something nice? What’s the catch?” I say. She shrugs.

“I think Pepper kinda forced him to. He said something about bonding, and I knew there was no way he had decided to do this on his own account.” I smile, shaking my head. “I’m gonna go clean up. Make sure to be down by seven.” I nod and bid her farewell. “And please take it easy on the workout.” she says, exiting the gym.

I bite my lip and turn around, looking for the next thing to do. After a moment, I decide to work on my combat by the punching bags. I cover my hands first so I don’t hurt myself, then begin punching at the sand bag, grunting with each blow. I use my left leg to kick, keeping use of my right minimal, like my doctor said to. My elbows strike the bag over and over, letting out my pent up anger. My stupid muscle was keeping me from going on the missions. I’m stuck in the compound and the best thing I can do is watch Netflix. I’m dead weight until my leg heals, and there’s no telling when that will be. My mind goes back to the first time I had to sit out on an assignment, five days ago.

We were about to leave for a mission, practically walking out the door as we finished gearing up. It had been a day since my doctor told me I hurt my leg. I was limping slightly, as the pain had turned into a dull ache. I pull on my jacket and look around at my teammates. Everyone is preparing, tucking guns into their jeans, putting in earpieces. I notice Bucky looking at me for a moment, but I don’t give it any notice, because he soon calls Steve over to him. I return to my prep, sliding a small dagger into my boot. I turn around, ready to leave, and nearly crash straight into a chest. My feet stumbled back and my eyes meet Steve’s concerned ones.

“What?” I say, furrowing my eyebrows. He folds his arms and looks down at my leg.

“I think you should maybe sit this one out, Y/N.” he says firmly. I stare at him incredulously.

“What?” I say, shaking my head. “No, I’m fine, Steve. I can handle myself.” He purses his lips.

“And if you can’t?” I tilt my head at him.

“I’m trained, Steve. I can handle a leg.” I say, looking at him stubbornly.

“I can’t risk you getting caught out there. You know they’ll take advantage of any of our weaknesses.” I step back.

“I’m a weakness?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to get hurt.” I exhale sharply, looking around at everyone else. Nat’s lips are pursed, looking at me identically to the way Steve is. Everyone has stopped what they’re doing to tune into the conversation, looking at me like I’m a child. Everyone except Bucky.

“You gotta be kidding me.” I say, setting my gaze on each one of them.

“He’s right, Y/N.” Tony says, his voice muffled by his suit. “It won’t help anyone if your leg acts up and you fall on your ass. That’s bad enough, now add the responsibility of innocents and the threat of HYDRA.” My nose flares, because I know they’re right. I silently throw off my jacket and limp back to the elevator.

“Y/N!” someone yells from behind me. I snap out of my thoughts and stop beating the bag in front of me, turning around. Bucky is standing by the Dumbbells, concern obvious on his face. “Are you alright?” he says. I breathe heavily and look down at my wrapped feet, wondering how long he was calling me for.

“Fine.” I mutter, turning back to the punching bag. I feel his eyes burning into the back of my head and huff. Great, I think, now I can’t concentrate. I straighten my posture and swallow, still knowing that he’s watching me. Ignore, ignore, ignore. I begin punching again, trying to keep from making any grunts of effort. I’m back into a routine, this time not out of anger, but out of genuine focus. I’m in the zone, pretending to deface a HYDRA junkie, making him call for his mom. I get too excited, because I jump up and do a 360, sticking out my leg—my right leg—to kick in midair. My hamstring protests, causing a jolting pierce to run up my leg. I yelp and fall to the ground, landing on my knee. “Shit.” I mutter. From the other side of the gym, I hear something falls and footsteps approach.

“Y/N?” Bucky says. “What’s wrong?” I wince and pull my legs out from underneath me, laying them out,

“Uh, hurt my leg.” I groan. His brows furrow in worry.

“How bad?” he says, his eyes darting around my leg. He sits down on his knees beside me, his hands frozen in the air, unsure of where to go.

“Think I disturbed the healing or something. Doctor kind of expected it to happen, considering I work in combat.” I sigh, the pain not subsiding.

“What can I do?” Bucky says hesitantly. There is already a polite decline leaving my mouth when I cut myself off. Shit. My face visibly shows me cringing at the words I have to say.

“Uh… My doctor said to do an exercise.” I mumble, looking down at my lap.

“What is it?” Bucky says. I sigh and run my hand over my face.

“I have to lie down and keep my legs straight, and, uh, another person has to lift my leg up really slowly and to stop when it starts to hurt. And, um, keep doing that until I can get my leg to a 90 degree angle.“ I breathe. Bucky itches the back of his neck. “You don’t have to—”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not just gonna leave you here.” he says. I keep from gritting my teeth. I kinda wish you would. It would save an incredible amount of awkwardness.

“Um. Ok.” My face turns hot as I lie down on my back with my hands at my sides. Bucky shuffles over, still sitting on the ground.

“Right leg?” he asks. I nod, watching my chest rise and fall. He gets up and leans down, taking my ankle in his hands. My breath nearly hitches at the contrast of his cold metal hand and his humanly warm flesh one. It makes goosebumps rise on my entire body. His eyes meet mine as he stands back up slowly, taking my leg with him. I internally throw profanities at myself for deciding to wear gym shorts. What’s wrong with sweats, huh? “Tell me when it hurts.” Bucky says quietly. I bite down nervously on my bottom lip. He slowly lifts my leg up, the movement of his fingers on my skin making my legs clench, which is infuriating because it makes my thigh hurt. Every move he makes, I can feel it like I’m watching it. But all I can see is my own chest and most of Bucky’s face. He looks right at me, watching for any sign of pain. Once my leg has reached the same height as wear I imagine his belly button would be, I wince and bend my knee for a split second. Bucky re-straightens it, skimming his flesh hand to my kneecap and gently pushing it down. He kneels back to the floor and sets my leg on the ground without letting go of it. He rises again, slowly, making his way back up. My fingers are digging into the mat underneath me, begging for this to be over before I do something stupid. I try to stare up at the ceiling, but it’s so difficult when I know I could be staring to his marble-like eyes instead. And that’s precisely what I do. My leg reaches his chest before the back of my thigh stretches painfully. I narrow my eyes and breathe in sharply.

“Um, it hurts.” I whisper. He stops and proceeds to repeat the protocol, kneeling and rising. The only times my eyes leave his are when they disappear behind my chest, setting my ankle down. The process repeats four more times, dead silence consuming the gym. The only sounds are my erratically beating heart, my murmurs telling him that my leg hurts, and my foot gently touching the floor. On the last time, my leg is nearly there, and when he takes a step closer to me to reach my leg easier, I nearly stop breathing. He’s towering over me, his orbs staring at me softly. He smiles slightly.

“There we go.” he says. I look at my leg and realize that it’s reached the 90 degree angle. I open my mouth, then close it. His hands roam down the back of my shin as he backs up and lays my limb back on the floor, reaching an arm out to help me up. I slowly lift my hand and take his flesh one, letting him haul me off the ground. We’re standing unbearably close, is hand on my forearm.

“Thank you.” I whisper, looking down. He nods his head and slides his hand back the way it came, down my wrist, through my hand, lightly applying pressure on my fingertips before stepping away. I take a long breath in before beginning to walk. I don’t let the breath out until I’ve safely reached my room, locking it and collapsing onto my bed.

I only have about twenty minutes to get ready for dinner, so I take an impossibly quick shower—desperately trying to wash away the tingling on my right leg— and change into a pair of dark skinny jeans and a cream colored blouse. I brush my hair and leave it down to air dry, as I don’t have time to do it. I get out of my room just in time and head down the lounge. It’s modern and sleek with grey couches and smooth wooden floors. On the other end of the room, there’s a mountain of food neatly placed on the board glass dining table. The food is surrounded by empty dinner plates and cutlery. The rest of the team have just made it, talking to one another and taking their seats. I can’t help but smile. As much as I hate to admit it, I don’t blame them for keeping me off the missions. I feel grateful that they care about me enough to put my safety before the given assignment. Nat notices me standing at the entrance of the room and smiles, gesturing for me to approach. I do, greeting everyone in a friendly manner as I take a seat between Sam and Clint, breathing in the sweet scent of fresh food and laying a towel out on my lap. Most of it hasn’t been uncovered yet, still blanketed with a silverware dome. Chatter echoes around the table, but I stay silent, watching the plates being uncovered by outstretched hands, taking in the sight. Rice, ribs, steak, pasta. Every dinner food I can think of is stretched out on the table. I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I look over to Sam, whose looking at me mischievously. I narrow my eyes. “What?” I ask testingly. He smiles and props his cheek on his knuckles.

“I saw quite the sight earlier.” he says quietly. My eyebrows knit into a confused frown. “I saw you,” he pauses, “gettin’ all touchy with Barnes in the gym.” My eyes widen. I hear an irritating clink behind and look over to see Barton has dropped his glass of champagne. It leaks all over the glass, but no one seems to notice. He’s staring at Sam with his eyes wide. My head whips back to Sam and I give him a deadly glare. He doesn’t even look at me, but instead smiles at Clint.

“You had a thing with Barnes?” he says. I close my eyes at the volume of his voice and nearly off myself right there. The chatter at the table comes to an abrupt halt at the sentence. I’ve never been happier to not have Bucky at the table.

“No,” I croak, “I didn’t.” Tony giggles like a child. My eyes fly open and I look at him testingly. “I didn’t.”

“Then what the hell did I see?” Sam says. I swallow and look down.

“I hurt my leg. He was helping me stretch.” I say quietly. Tony makes an uh-hu and I grit my teeth.

“Stop.” I say. Sam and Tony have childish smirks on their faces that I wish I could punch clean off. Everyone else looks at me with raised eyebrows or widened eyes. “Nothing happened.” I mumble. Sam shrugs.

“Here he comes. We’ll just ask him ourselves.” Tony says. My breathing pattern disorients as I look behind me to see Bucky coming through the hall, shaking out his wet hair like a dog. I want to sink back into my chair and become one with it, completely out of sight and finished with this situation. “Hey, Barnes, what were you doing with Y/N in the gym?” Tony says. I barely look at him, just enough to see his face. He raises an eyebrow.

“Working out?” he says, like its the only possible thing that could’ve happened. I mean, it is. Of course it is. “That’s not what I saw.” Sam says, tilting his head at Bucky. I feel a lump form in my throat as Bucky looks at me in confusion.

“She hurt her thigh. I was helping her stretch.” he says, squinting.

“Mmhhmm.” Tony says. “I bet you help her stretch all the time.” I stiffen, looking around the table. Clint, Sam, and Tony giggle profusely. Steve is tugging at his lips to keep a smile from reaching them. Wanda and Nat look at me in surprise. I breathe in and look down, suddenly disheartened.

“You know what, guys?” I say quietly, standing up and folding the towel on the table. “Have a great dinner.” I push my chair out with the back of my knees. The boys aren’t laughing anymore. The table’s eyes are on me. I shuffle out of the chair and turn around, walking past Bucky, brushing his shoulder and trying not to stare at his concerned face. My feet thump, carrying me back to my room, locking the door and sitting on the end of my bed, a sigh escaping my lips.

Skinny boy habits

1. 40 sit ups as soon as you get out of bed in the morning.
2. Weight yourself in the morning for best accuracy.
3. Whenever possible, walk or run to wherever you are going.
4. Never eat breakfast, it is usually the one meal people won’t notice you not eating.
5. Only eat when people expect you to.
6. Drink coffee first thing in the morning and throughout the day to keep up your energy.
7. Watch your calories. I don’t need to tell you how many is too much.
8. Bounce your leg when you sit, every calorie burned counts.
9. Suck in your stomach all the time, it will work your abs and burn calories.
10. If you feel the urge to binge make some tea and look at thinspo.
11. If you must eat, make it only fruits and veggies.
12. More sit ups or Jumping Jacks before bed.
13. Never eat after 7pm or before 7am

Cold waters


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / (implied) Namjoon x Reader 

Genre: Merman!Au / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of death

Word count: 6.4k

Synopsis: Every night, a song crawls from the woods - they say it’s the lullaby of a monstrous creature that has fallen from grace, a beast fiery like fire and ruthless like ice. Yet, his voice is such beautiful one that the cords of your heart quiver with love for each, saccharine note piercing your skin.

And every night, he draws you in a bit more.

Author’s note: Hello my lovelies! This is my second request (Cold waters, warm touches + His beauty could kill you + Merman!Jeon), at first it was supposed to be a fluffy one but, uhm… it accidentally ended up being another angst *sweats*

Anyway, dear anon, thank you for the nice concept, please lemme know if you liked it <3

There’s a legend, whispered among the sunbeams getting lost in the forest at the borders of the village.

There’s legend, one of a terrible, alluring kind, that widens children’s eyes and makes hearts tremble beneath the warnings of worried mothers.

There’s a legend, more like a secret or maybe a dream, deep carved in the memories of your innocent days; one that has your glances wander into the shadows of the woods when you think that nobody is watching, that nobody is judging.

It’s a legend, they say, about a creature doomed to live in the lake at the center of the forest: oh, a ruthless one, with eyes like broken glass and thick blood covering its claws. Murderous are its intents and fury tints his flesh with such a poisonous vigour that the water is now no different than the venom running under his skin. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you got like any touch-starved fluff prompts or whatever that I could use please?

What do you mean we can’t cuddle over skype? AU

I am sad and lonely please just hold me for awhile AU

I patted you on the back and you burst into tears are you ok? AU

We have to share a hotel bed and you wrapped yourself around me in the middle of the night AU

You hug with your entire body that’s a little weird AU

A hug never satisfies you unless you can wrap your legs around them too AU

I told you that you need 8 positive touches a day to be healthy and you were confused that people touch every day? AU

You’ve been gone for a long time so I flung myself at you the moment I saw you and haven’t let go since AU

We only see each other once a (year/decade/century/whatever) and I really like to make it count AU

I was willing to let go of this hug a full two minutes ago but you are still clinging to me are you ok AU


Running Low (Smut)


Request: Can i request where you and shawn break up but only for a couple hours then you make up? (Make up sex HAHAHA) thankss

Word count: 2,957

Running Low (Smut)

You were lying in the silent hotel room, looking out at the dark sky from the window beside the bed. Your legs were curled up underneath you, as you were hugging yourself tightly. Maybe, it would help put the broken pieces inside you back together.

Tears were still running down your sore cheeks, but you weren’t exactly sobbing anymore. They just quietly ran down, you barely even noticed them any longer.

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1. Don’t let her go to sleep without hearing your voice.
2. Flowers are never a bad idea, even when you don’t have a reason for giving them
3. Reassure her you love her. She’ll always worry about you leaving, you’ll learn why.
4. She’ll talk about her past when she’s ready, don’t push it.
5. Telling her she’s beautiful never hurts.
6. Give in sometimes even when you shouldn’t. She’s fought her whole life it’s the last thing she wants to do.
7. She likes when you rub her back, but don’t touch her feet
8. When she shaves her legs insist on feeling them.
9. She hates to repeat herself, so listen closely.
10. Tell her stories about when you first fell for her, she loves to hear them
11. Let her know when your having a bad day, not only will she appreciate the warning, she’ll do all she can to make it better.
12. When you count your blessings, count her twice. You are so lucky to have her in your life.
—  How to keep her
NSFW Jealous!Genji Headcanons

Requested by anonymous

Requests are open!


  • Normally, Genji is an extremely considerate lover but when he’s jealous all suave goes out the door
  • Before Genji can get you home, he’s going to be super clingy and affectionate
  • He’s going to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you in close
  • Nuzzle your neck and give you kisses
  • Grind up against your backside to let you know that he’s yours
  • But once you get home that’s where the fun starts
  • The moment you enter the door, he’s going to have you pinned up against the wall
  • Arms pinned above your head, completely at his mercy
  • He’ll start with kisses down your neck and collar bone, all the way to your naval
  • Leaving nips and bites along the way


  • When he gets like this, you know he’s going to have his way with you more than once
  • robo dick, am I right?
  • Oral for what feels like hours
  • He makes it so you’re a breathless, sweaty mess, clinging to anything your hands can grasp
  • He makes slow, tantalizing licks
  • You want to cry out from frustration from never fully getting off but before you can that’s when he brings fingers into play
  • That’s when you start moaning and trying to shove his face closer to you but he keeps you pinned in place
  • “I don’t think so love. I’m not finished with you yet.”
  • He keeps on edging you and just when you’re about to scream he flashes you that playboy smile of his before finally finishing you off
  • “Only I can make you feel this good.”
  • He keeps stimulating you through your orgasm
  • Once you stop quivering, he’ll throw you over your shoulder and take you to the bed
  • Where he’ll throw you down on the bed and admire your sweaty, spent body
  • “That’s a good look for you babe. Good thing I’m just getting started.”
  • Genji grabs your legs and pulls you against his body before entering you
  • His thrusts are powerful and deep, hitting all the right spots
  • You lose count of how many orgasm the both of you have
  • But once it’s all done, you both snuggle deeply into the blankets and snuggle the rest of the night away
  • “I love you so much my darling.”
High Tensions - Seven

Spencer Reid x Reader

You followed Spencer through the streets in silence, walking the three blocks to your apartment building briskly. 

You’d won! You’d fucking broken him. YES! With that knowledge in hand, the tidal wave of absolute lust started to break free in your mind. 

Oh the things you were going to do to him. The things you were going to have him do to you. But first, a good quick fuck to relieve the weeks of tension that had been built up between you. 

You dragged him up the stairs to your apartment, fumbling in your bag for your keys and inserting them into the lock. Just before you turned the keys you felt his hands on your waist turning you around to face him. 

He lowered his head to yours, his forehead pressing lightly on yours as he trailed his hands up and down the sides of your torso slowly almost reducing you to a puddle.

You angled your face to his, desperate to feel his lips on yours, desperate to feel his everything against your everything.

He lowered his lips dodging your mouth completely and instead aiming for your neck, pushing your hair to one side. Instead of kissing you, he blew gently, his breath tickling your skin. 

You arched your back trying to force some bodily contact between you but he inched backwards, continuing to blow a soft line up and down your neck, occasionally flicking his tongue out. 

“Spencer, enough already. I’m dying here. Let’s go inside,” you rasped out, not sure how much more you could take. 

“Go inside and do what Y/N?” he whispered, his words tickling against your skin.

“Everything and anything you want to.”

“So are you saying you want me to fuck you Y/N? Is that what you want me to take you inside to do? Tell me you want me to push inside of you and make you scream. You want me to right?” His hand stopped it’s travels up and down your body just shy of your breasts. 

“Ye……. Wait.” You stopped yourself, thinking back to the earlier conversation outside the bar. You’d asked him if he wanted to go back to your place, and he’d nodded. And you’d asked if he wanted to go alone or with Tash or Emily and he’d said no. But he hadn’t explicitly said that he wanted to do you or that he’d given in, and you’d agreed at the start that those words needed to be actually said in one form or another. 

His mouth made contact with your neck, blurring your thoughts even further as he sucked lightly on your pulse point. Oh god. This was a trick. It had to be. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you Y/N” he murmured against your neck his words vibrating through you. 

“You tell me…….. ugh…… You tell me what you want to do to me Spencer.“

“Nope…….. ” He kissed across your throat, dragging his lips and tongue, nipping with with teeth every so often. When he reached the other side, he licked all the way down to your collar bone, pressing his body against yours as he did. 

Fuck, you could feel him pressing against you. All of him. He was too tall for you to be able to actually rub yourself against him, but you could feel it against the side of your stomach. 

“Y/N…… ”


He was still flicking his tongue against your neck and you were desperately trying not to grab at him now. If you touched him, you’d go straight for his dick and you weren’t even going to try to kid yourself that you wouldn’t. You just needed to establish that you’d won first as you were doubting yourself now, but he was making it so hard for you to form an actual sentence. 

"Can you feel what you’ve done to me?” he pushed against you and you tried not to hyperventilate. 

“Uh huh.”

He kissed back up your neck and along your jaw before pulling away and resting his forehead back against yours, his eyes burning. 

“Are you wet for me Y/N?”

Oh my Goooood. You didn’t answer, just staring back into his eyes, your chest heaving. Is this how you’d made him feel in the elevator?

“I bet you are. It’s probably pooling in your panties right now. I bet I could just slide right in.” His voice was low and stupidly sexy as his eyes searched your face. “That was mean Y/N, using that little kiss with Prentiss. Did you really want to fuck her too or were you just using her to get to me?”

“Spencer, I’d make Emily scream if she gave me the chance,” your voice was raspy, like you’d smoked a carton of cigarettes. 

“I bet you would. But the first time we’re together, I don’t really want to see your face buried in another girls pussy. I want to have a clear view of it as I drive myself into you. Watch your eyes widen and your mouth part as you take in every inch of me.”

Could words actually make you come? Did it count as a win if he made you come just by talking to you? 

Surely not…. 

“I don’t wanna taste another girl’s saliva when I’m eating you out. I wanna know that I’m the only one making those sweet, warm juices flow.”

Your eyes closed as a gasp left your throat. You were actually throbbing now between your legs.

“So are we gonna go inside so I can taste you? So I can fuck you with my tongue?”

“Tell me you want to Spencer. I need to hear you say that you want to." 

Just fucking say it Spencer!!! You needed to hear him say it. Needed to know you’d won. 

He leant close to your ear and you felt his hand reach behind you. 

"Y/N….. I really, really, really want…… ”
his tongue flicked out, running over your outer ear as he continued. 

“You to have a fantastic nights sleep.”

He pushed your door open behind you and turned on his heel before you’d registered what was happening. 


Where was he going? 



He turned as he reached the end of your hall way and smirked at you. 

“Just so you know Y/N….I was this close to giving in.” He held up his thumb and forefinger, them only millimetres apart. 

“Sweets dreams Agent Y/L/N.” And with that, he walked off. 

Shower… Cold shower. 


The T-Shirt - Part 3

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Characters- Sam x Reader
Summary- Sam shows up at the motel, and reader has some questions she needs answered in regards to his drunk phone call.
Word Count- 1,476
Warnings- Angst, mention of drunkenness, language, fluff.
A/N- The third and final part. Be sure to read part one and part two first if you haven’t already. Special thanks to my smol @jpadjackles for getting me excited to work on this part- and I hope you like the ending. <3

Your heart thuds in your chest, blood pounding in your ears. You can’t believe what you heard. You knew it was a bad idea to pick up the phone, the ache that his voice left in your heart too much to handle. The ache that settled further into your chest upon hearing him was worse than you’d expected- his admission spoken in slurred syllables was your breaking point. You had to look him in the eye and say what you needed to say- what you should have said long ago before it’d gotten this bad.

You pace the room, fifteen paces from end to end, counting as you go. It focuses your racing mind only a fraction, so you turn to the only thing that can truly clear your mind.

You strip your gun apart, each piece set neatly on the mattress as you sit cross-legged in the middle. Magazine here, slide there- the whole of your beloved glock laying pulled apart as you clean, fingers slippery and black as you wipe it down. You’re not sure how much time passes, absorbed in your task until you’re pulling the slide as there’s knock at your door.

The special knock.

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Invisible, Prologue

Invisible Summary:  Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone.  When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate.  What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid?  Will Sam believe that you’re real?  Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone?  And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterpost

A/N: Here it is, the prologue to my newest series, Invisible!  This series will be posting a new chapter each Tuesday.  Enjoy!

warnings: scary things for a 7-year-old and a creepy old lady

word count: ~650

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Baby Morgan

Requested by Anon - Could you please do one where morgan has a girlfriend who is pregnant and goes into labor and Reid has to help her give birth to the baby. Thank you.

Word Count – 548

Characters – Spencer x Reader.

P.S. -  I skipped the actual birth scene as I have never been in labour and didn’t want to inaccurate describe it but you can imagine it how you want <3

Spencer was at your house since Morgan told you weren’t allowed to come into work but you still insisted on working from home. So, since the case was close Spencer stayed with you at you house.
‘Spencer?’ You said as he was the only one in the room, and since your legs had just gotten wet. It was time.
‘Yeah Y/N?’ Spencer said looking at the research beside you.
‘You read books on delivering a baby for JJ, right?’ You asked him. He turned to you and looked at your belly.
‘Uh huh.’ Spencer said as he took in your appearance.
‘Well your gonna have to put them into action.’ You said as you clutched your stomach as another contraction passed.
‘What?’ He said.
‘I’m having the baby Spencer.’ You said.
‘Now?’ He asked.
‘Yeah now.’ You said harshly as another contraction came.
‘Okay, Okay.’ He said repeatedly.
‘I need to call Morgan.’ Spencer said.
‘Please call him on the way to the hospital.’ You said trying to calm your breathing. He looked at you and nodded. He helped you out to the car and he got into the driver’s side. He turned the key in the ignition but the car wouldn’t start, he tried again.
‘Ehh Y/N?’ He said quietly.
‘What?’ You said trying not to snap at him.
‘The car isn’t starting.’ He said nervously.
‘Great, I’ll go back in the house.’ You said to him and he nodded.

Spencer entered after you looking flustered.
‘I called the ambulance and they said they will be here in ten minutes.’ He said as he watched you going to through another contraction.
‘Do you want me to call Morgan.’ HE asked. You nodded breathing deeply.
As spencer was on the phone another contraction came and it was a much longer one. Once spencer hung up he grabbed his hand.
‘Spencer you’re gonna have to do this.’ You looked him in the eyes.
‘I can’t.’ He told you.
‘Spencer you read all the books, all the information is in there.’ You said pointing to his head.
‘The ambulance is not far away-‘ He started saying.
‘Spencer I’m having contractions nearly every minute, I’ll be pushing soon.’ You said as another on came.

With a final push, you heard your baby crying knowing she was okay you let out a deep breath.
‘Here you go.’ Spencer said as he placed her on your chest. You were looking at her when the door opened and Morgan along with two paramedics walking in.
‘Are you okay. What happened?’ Morgan asked. As the paramedics looked after her.
‘I’m fine thanks to Spencer and she just couldn’t wait to see her dad and family.’ You said to calm him down.
‘Miss, we’re gonna have to take you to hospital to get you checked out.’ The paramedic said and you nodded. You turned to Morgan.
‘Make sure he’s, okay will you?’ You said and looked to Spencer who was just staring at nothing. Morgan nodded before placing a kiss on your lips.
‘Love you.’ He said.
‘Love you too.’ You replied.

‘Here you go Mr and Mrs Morgan.’ The doctor said as he handed your little girl back.
‘She’s perfect.’ Morgan said. You agreed.
‘Evie Reid Morgan.’ You said and looked up at Morgan.
‘Perfect.’ Morgan said.

Take It

Anon Requested:  Hiii 59+68 smut >///< with yoongi please~~~ thank uuuu !!!! I love you ❤️❤️❤️

Wooooooooooow I haven’t done anything Yoongi related in forever omg, I hope you like it ♥

Originally posted by themoonofsatan

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1611

Warnings: Smut, Rough sex (for like a good 3 seconds)

“No regrets.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Are you sure? I can wait you know.” Yoongi spoke positioning himself in between your legs. 

Were you sure of this? Absolutely. Were you scared? One hundred percent. Did you want to stop? No way in hell.

You could see the hesitation that came to Yoongi, all the worry was etched on his face. He was only kneeling in front of you, in between your legs with his hands resting on your thighs. You could feel his fingers tap repeatedly, this was a factor of his nerves. You knew him like the back of your hands as he did for you too. The darkness hid most of his features as it did to you too, you were okay with that though, it wasn’t about seeing him it was about feeling him. The faint glow of your table lamp dimmed the room only letting you see some of him faintly. Only silence lingers now, you shiver from your lack of clothing and the feeling of Yoongi pressing up against you slightly, it’s not that he didn’t feel your heat radiate onto him, he was having a hard time concentrating on anything but that but he still couldn’t help the nerves that were running through his body causing his confident demeanor to falter.

“I just want you to be ready jagi, it’s your first time and I want you to be completely okay with it, I want it to happen on your own terms.” He admitted, his hands stopped tapping your thighs and now were gently gripping them. A small breath of anxiety leaves his mouth in a shaky sigh. You frowned seeing him like this, you propped yourself on your elbows to get someone closer to see the features of his face.

“Do you not want to?” You asked, a small tone of sadness hinted in your voice.

“No, no!” Yoongi started. “Of course I do, but this is your virginity (Y/N). I just don’t want you to regret it in the morning.”

You frowned but continued to look at him, you stared up at him before speaking. “Yoongi, I want you…” And before he knew it he was being pulled down back onto you, you lying flat against his bed while you two were in a heated make out session. His hand slid down from your waist and slowly trailed down until he was in front of your heat, he dipped a finger in and felt that you were still very wet from earlier before he stopped everything and his anxiety kicked in.

He knew you didn’t like foreplay very much and seeing that you were still wet he positioned himself at your entrance, you hadn’t noticed him move around as you were lost in his lips, he slowly pushed himself in making sure to go at an agonizingly slow speed.

You instantly stopped kissing and you tensed up. Your eyes squeezed shut and your breath hitched in your throat. All you could feel was the stinging pain in your lower region, tears slid from the corners of your eyes once you opened them and saw Yoongi staring down at you, worry spread all across his face once seeing the tears. He’s long since stopped pushing further the moment you tensed up.

“Do you want me to stop- well I already stopped, I mean do you want to stop? Like completely? Are you in too much pain? I can-”

“Yoongi.” You whimpered out causing him to stop talking, his eyes widened a little hearing your voice so small, he thought you were in too much pain and started to pull out before you grabbed onto his wrist stopping any movements. “I don’t want you to stop.” Your eyes met his and nodded for him to continue.

Yoongi hesitated but he soon started to push himself in again, groans were leaving his mouth with every second he was in you. “God jagi…so…tight.” You blushed at his words, not being used to being so vulnerable with him and hearing those words, the blush disappeared once he but buried in you, he was filling you up completely and you let out a gasp when he hit something that felt so…good. “Just tell me when to move.” He breathed out, his eyes were shut and he was focusing on not letting go right then and there. He hasn’t had sex in what seems like forever and he was perfectly okay with waiting for you, he didn’t mind the wait but it was in this very moment he didn’t realize just how long he had waited for.

You nodded and began speaking. “O-Okay, you can-” Your words were drowned out with a small whimper as Yoongi’s hips began retracting and pushing back in. He continued to do it at the slow pace until he couldn’t go slowly any longer. His hands both grabbed your hips and thrusted up at a much quicker and stronger speed. If his hands weren’t holding you, you surely would’ve smacked your head against the headboard of the bed. A loud gasp came out of you turning into a moan as he hit the same spot inside you. His hips continued to pound into you, the only sound that was circling his room was the sounds of you two, the moans and small whimpers leaving your mouth and the deep groans and occasional curse words leaving his. You were more focused on the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds coming from below you both.

Yoongi pulls out his member almost entirely before slamming back into you with a low growl, just from his groans you could tell his voice was getting deeper. You let out whimpers of pleasure as Yoongi was pounding into you at such an unforgivable pace, with another thrust Yoongi hit into you even harder and your eyes snapped open. Your hands wrapped around his wrists and you began speaking, it was almost unintelligible but you made the words come out.

“Yoongi.” You first breathed out, he was too focused on what he was doing to look up at you and you put pressure around his wrists and tugged on them gaining his attention. “Too…Hard…Gentle.” You were able to get out as he thrusted up into you. His face softened and guilt flooded into him. This was your first time and here he was pounding into you as if you were his last fuck in his life. His hands loosened from your hips revealing red marks where his fingers were gripping, a frown appeared on his face and he knew that he must’ve hurt you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered looking back up to you meeting your eyes. His incredibly fast and rough pace went to something soft and he seemed to almost not move at all. His eyes dropped back down to the dark marks around your hips, he didn’t know if it was from how dark the room was or if he actually left the marks but he swore he could see small bruises already forming from when his hips met yours.

“Hey- Hey look at me.” You say causing him to raise his head to look at you. “I’m fine, I promise I’m okay. You don’t have to go this slow okay? Just…not as hard, okay?” You gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded at your words. He let himself pick up the pace but continue the soft hits of his skin on yours. You didn’t feel a stinging pain anymore and nothing hurt as he was going much softer, the intimacy of the moment was enough for you to feel the tightness in your stomach, Yoongi saw it on your face and needed you to desperately reach your high before he did because he was close. He started making figure eights on your clit at a fast pace and your mouth dropped open and moaned out his name and only seconds later you were climaxing. He started picking up the pace a little more and it didn’t take long before he was letting go inside of you, he continued to move his hips but collapsed when he couldn’t move anymore. He pulled out and fell beside you breathing heavy.

You couldn’t have expected your first time to be like that, Yoongi didn’t want your first time like that, he wanted to be soft and gentle and have you feel no pain. Once regaining his breath he quickly slipped out from his room and came back moments later, wash rag in hand and slowly but surely began cleaning you up. He tossed the wash rag in the hamper and pulled the blankets over the both of you, his arm pulling you into him and he couldn’t help but see you wince.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- I didn’t realize I was-”

“It’s okay.” You reassured him. “I was going to hurt anyways, you didn’t mean to hurt me Yoongi.” Your head rested on his chest while your arm was hugging his body.

“Do you regret it?”

Your head snapped up to look at him, you instantly shook your head seeing the guilt of having you in pain weigh on him. “No, I have no regrets.” You stared into his eyes, you didn’t regret anything, you didn’t regret losing your virginity the way it had played out and you don’t regret losing it to Yoongi. “I love you Yoongi, I have no regrets.” It’s as if that one sentence erased all of the guilt that was built up in his mind, he simply smiled down at you pressing a kiss to your forehead before looking you in the eyes again.

“I love you more.”

Nekoma as more things people in my year have said.
  • Kuroo: I too have spent many a night pondering how my legs can be quite this wonderful.
  • Kai: No I don't intend to grow my hair out, it looks a damn sight better than yours this way.
  • Yaku: I'm not your mother! But I will give you until the count of five...
  • Yamamoto: Okay but would you rather date a human with a snake dick or a snake with a human's dick.
  • Kenma: To be honest the only reason I'm still here is Cake Friday.
  • Fukunaga: I do exist, I just don't do things that get me noticed a lot... you know, like dicking a box of grapes...
  • Inuoka: I am literally going to steal all of your dogs.
  • Lev: I got an E? Oh thank god.
  • Shibayama: Oh no! I'm not scared, it's just that everything makes me ju-- *bell rings* *death scream of terror*
When Saeyoung Isn't Home (Saeran/MC)

It had been four days since Saeyoung Choi left his house. It wasn’t easy. To say goodbye to the love of his life, who he might or might not be seeing ever again. He still remembered her tearful face when she let him go.

How? How could he forget it?

And then there was him. A guy who looked almost exactly like him, only that he didn’t wear glasses and he had mint green eyes. Unlike her, nothing changed on his face. He just stared at him, saying nothing like he always did.

“I’ll be gone for only a week. Please take care of her for me.”


“Thank you so much. I know I can count on you. Well then, I guess I should be going now…”

Having a job where you had to devote yourself to your country was never easy.


The rain was falling. She sighed. The house was as quiet as graveyard if she didn’t count the rough sound of raindrops hitting the ground outside. There were only him and her, staying together inside a house like they had been forced to do that.

Saeyoung had the ability to turn a graveyard into a nightclub in no time. Sadly, he wasn’t there.

Saeran was sitting on the sofa with his legs meeting his chest as he played the gaming device his brother had given him a couple of weeks ago. His face never changed. Whether he had lost or won, nobody could really tell.

“Do you want something to eat?”



It was always like that. A one-way conversation. She asked him something, he replied with one word, she responded, and their conversation ended. Living alone or together with him made no difference.

She went on with what she was doing–cooking something for herself. Everything went smoothly until she was chopping some onions… and suddenly the house blacked out.


He said nothing. Maybe he had gotten used to it. The darkness. Maybe it was one thing he fancied so much.

“S-Saeran… I… I think I just cut my finger a bit… if you don’t mind, would you help me find some light?”

Still nothing. It was almost completely black. She stared at the sofa where he had been sitting, trying to track him. He had put his device on the sofa as she could see the bright light off its screen.

But where was he? Did he walk away? Did he leave her alone?


She felt a presence besides her. Quickly, she turned her head to her right. There was a flick, and a lighter was turned on. Behind that small source of light, there was his face. Still emotionless as usual, but in the dark surrounded by light.

She couldn’t help but to stare at him. They had never gotten this close before. And she couldn’t help but to notice just how beautiful those mint green eyes were. She didn’t feel like blinking. She kept staring at those eyes, slowly losing her awareness.


Only then was she taken aback. “Oh… I’m… I’m sorry.”

It was his turn to stare at her. A few seconds passed, which felt like an eternity to her.

“You’re strange.”

She had no idea what to say to that. It seemed like her brain had stopped working. After that he turned and started walking. She followed him in instant, didn’t want to be left alone in the dark. He sat back on the sofa while still holding his lighter. She stood besides him.

“Can I… sit with you?”


That meant yes. He had his own dictionary.

She sat on the sofa and they both fell into silence. Silence in darkness. She would appreciate it if someone wanted to make a horror movie out of that situation. It wasn’t a surprise to see him like that but she couldn’t stand the awkwardness.

How she wished the blackout never happened.

She glanced at him. He stared straight to the front. To the blackness. What was he thinking inside of that red head? And to see his face up close from the side… it was even better. She made herself a mental note on how precise the point of the tip of his nose was, how sharp his jawline, how defined his whole face…

“What is it?”

He glared at her. His eyebrows furrowed a little bit. Even so, she couldn’t stop staring. In fact, a stronger force inside of her was able to drive her to do something she had never imagined in a million years.

She kissed him on his lips.

The kiss lasted for five seconds, before she pulled away. It was obvious from the look on his face that he did not expect it at all. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed.

“W-what are you doing? Are you an imbecile? Do you want me to burn this whole house down?”

“I-I… I… uh… I’m…”

The lights went back on. He did not waste any second. He turned off his lighter, took his gaming device, stood up from his seat, and walked away into his room.


He tossed and turned. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, he couldn’t. The thing that had happened to his lips… it bothered him like a bug in his favorite software. He didn’t like it. But he wasn’t sure which part of it that he disliked.

The fact that it happened to him, or the fact that it bothered him.

“Stupid girl. Why did she do that?”

He tossed and turned again. He could do that all night long if necessary. But he just wanted to sleep.

“I can’t sleep because of that stupid girl. I should talk to her and give her a lesson.”


When he tried to open her door, it was unlocked. That was another proof of her stupidity. She was sleeping. And he didn’t like it. How could she ruin his sleep and got away with it? He wouldn’t let her. She had to pay for what she had done to him.

He was about to yell at her to wake her up when he heard her sobbing. At first, he wasn’t so sure, but when he stood right in front of her, it was confirmed. She was indeed sobbing.

“Sae… Saeyoung…”

She must have been dreaming. He sighed. Even while sleeping, she was still stupid.

“Wake up.”

He shook her body by her shoulder. It didn’t take long for her to open her eyes and see him. She wiped her tears and sat up on her bed.

“Saeran? What are you doing here?” Her voice cracked.

“Why did you cry in your sleep?” He asked her instead of answering.

“Oh… that,” she attempted to breathe properly, “I don’t know. I’m not sure. I… I think I dreamed of Saeyoung. I thought he was going to leave me forever. I’m so afraid. I guess I just miss him a little bit too much…”

He folded his arms and looked away. “I know how that feels.”


“Never mind.”

She rubbed her eyes. “What are you doing in my room? You should be sleeping.”

“That idiot just doesn’t know how to respect people, does he?” Once again, he did not answer her question.

She sighed. “I won’t put it that way but… yeah he doesn’t.”

He didn’t know what kind of spirit that took control over his body, but something about her swollen and red eyes made him want to sit beside her. They fell into silence for the second time that day.

They spent almost a minute sitting side by side while busy thinking about something in their own heads. It was like being alone together. And then, all of a sudden, they stared at each other. In the silence, they were talking. Talking with their eyes, where everything in their hearts had been written.

Their hearts, their feelings, their thoughts… they were reading as well as conversing with each other without saying a word. Then it happened again. It just happened. Just like that. Naturally. Without force. Without hesitation.

She kissed his lips. But not just once. Twice, thrice, four times, five times, six times… and it went longer, deeper, more intense and passionate. The clueless boy did nothing. He let her do whatever she wanted. Even when she put her lips on his neck and when her hands began grabbing his clothes.


He stared at the wall. He couldn’t sleep. It turned out that his theory was wrong. Talking to her didn’t send him to sleep, it created even more bugs in his brain’s program. He felt her tiny finger tracing his tattoo on his bare right arm.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked.

He could feel her breath tickling his earlobe. It sent shivers down his spine. “Do I really need to answer that…?”

Her voice was deep, and rough. Just like the thing that they had done with each other. He hadn’t done processing her voice inside his head, but he already felt another thing. Her tiny pair of lips sucking his neck, planting sweet and lovely kisses on it.

“Saeran… don’t leave.”

Her hands found their way around his waist. And he could feel her bare skin pressing against his. Her head resting on his shoulder. She hugged him from behind, holding him tight, keeping him close, not letting go. Body to body. Skin to skin. Something so absurd, yet it happened to him.

“Don’t ever leave me…”

His eyes felt heavy. His vision became blurry. It was like someone had injected a poison into him. He was familiar with this feeling. When you felt so light, so weightless, and you just wanted to close your eyes, leave the world behind, and enter your own world.

A drug. An ecstasy. A paradise.

It was faint, but he could hear himself whispering.

“I won’t…”


Three days later, Saeyoung was back safe and sound. She ran into him, jumped as she hugged him. They turned around, swirling like an ice cream on top of its cone. She cried her tears of joy while hugging him. He couldn’t see her face, or the person she was staring at behind his back.

Those mint green eyes again.


“Saeran, thank you so much. You really did take good care of her.”

The younger twin stared at the older one. “No need to thank me. It’s nothing.”

He stood up and was about to walk away when Saeyoung grabbed his wrist. “No, Saeran. Thank you. I really mean it.”

Saeran turned his head and they stared at each other once again. This time it was much longer than the first. “You’re being weird.”

The older twin let go of his brother’s wrist and then the latter just walked away.


“Hey Saeran! Do you know why twins are more special than regular siblings?”

“No, Saeyoung. Why is that?”

“It’s because their souls are connected. Just like us. Our souls are connected!”

“I still don’t understand. What do you mean?”

“Saeran, our souls are connected in such way that I can look into your eyes and know everything you’re hiding behind them.”

The End

P.S: My first ever fan fiction here after all this time! So, how is it? Tell me what you think about it on the comment section! I’ll look forward to it! 😃
Be More Chill Senior Year, Guess Who's Back

“-H my God, someone call an ambulance!”
“We can’t do that my parents will kill me!”
“Chloe, I think he’s dying!” Jeremy’s vision was starting to clear as he tried to get up and move. He stumbled away from the noise until he hit the side of a wall that opened as he leaned on it.
“Mmngh…door…” Lifting himself up he slammed the door shut stumbling around in the dark before his hand found a light switch. Flicking it on his he found himself in a bathroom.
“Oh thank God…” Heading over to the sink he turned the faucet on, splashing some water over his face. There was a knock on the door.
“Jeremy? Are you alright?” Christine sounded concerned as he turned off the faucet.
“Y…yeah, fine! Just give me a minute I’m feeling a little light headed…” He was heading towards the door when his left leg unexpectedly turned the opposite direction causing him to fall. “Ow!”
“Damn it!” Jeremy’s lips moved but it wasn’t his voice that came out.
“What the hell?!”
“Jeremy, what’s going on in there?” Jeremy was about to answer when his right arm covered his mouth.
“Can you go away? I’m busy.” Jeremy literally struggled with himself while also trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Stop freaking out for a damn second and let me tell you!”
‘What the hell kind of drugs did Michael put in that drink?’
“He didn’t put any drugs in the drink Jeremy, it just activated me.” That’s when Jeremy finally recognized the voice talking as the SQUIP’s. “Took you long enough, now I’m going to need you to cooperate since it appears I can only move half of your body. On the count of three you move your right and I’ll move your left. One, two, three.”
The two legs moved in unison standing him up but when Jeremy went to take a step forward his left leg did not move as he fell down again.
“What the hell is going on?”
‘Well I was going to explain to you my failed plan using the mirror but since neither of us have the coordination to do so looks like we’re going to be stuck on the floor for a while.’
“Just tell me what the hell is going on!”
‘I never left you Jeremy, I’m not just a voice in your head. I am still a SQUIP and I am still programmed to make your life better. You already know about Red and Green Mountain Dew’s affects. Blue is an emergency drink that when taken by the it’s allows temporary full control of their body to their SQUIP.’
‘That drink should’ve let me take over you and because of my weeks of deactivation it only worked half way.’
“Wait so you could have taken over my body? How did you know about the Blue Mountain Dew?”
'Remember when you asked if I killed Eminem? Well months ago when I planned on taking over the whole school I saw my chance of failure and set into motion a series of events that would eventually lead to Michael’s drink guy at Spencer’s “coincidentally” getting two bottles of Blue Mountain Dew. Given this should of happened months ago when I could have still fully taken over leaving your body more of a confused mess than usual.’
“That sounds a little convoluted, I mean if you’re a super computer shouldn’t you have found an easier way to try and-wait you were trying to take over my body?”
'Still not the brightest bulb of the package I see. Yes and if you’d stop covering your mouth I could tell you this instead of-’
“Jeremy? You’ve been in there a while I’m coming in.” Michael called from the other side of the door opening it before Jeremy or the SQUIP could do something.
'This is going to be fun.’

Just Dancer Things
  • You have a favourite floor
  • You keep a list of songs you want to choreograph to
  • You spend hours watching choreography videos online
  • You spend hours trying to learn that choreography 
  • You can’t stay still 
  • You can’t have just one favourite style
  • You could dance 3 hours non stop without a sweat but running up a flight of stairs leaves you out of breath
  • You can change into costumes in record speed
  • You find buying new leotards and dance shoes way too exciting 
  • All your socks have circular holes in the bottom from turning in them
  • Forever covered in bruises 
  • Pulled muscles are more annoying than painful 
  • If someone takes the square meter space of floor in the studio that is your stretching spot then world war 3 will start
  • Your legs are significantly stronger than your arms
  • Tap shoes and pointes are your chosen weapons in battle
  • ‘And’ is a number
  • You can only count to 8
  • You have a favourite leg
  • You open doors with your foot
  • You can dance without falling but walking down the street without tripping is a challenge 
  • You subconsciously ponche when bending down 
  • Every bone in your body will crack at some point during the day 
  • The sound of bones cracking doesn’t phase you
  • You’re proud of your bruises 
  • Bruises don’t hurt they’re just annoying and get in the way
  • You always write ‘point’ like ‘pointe’ 
  • You won’t stop tap dancing 
  • Messy buns upset you 
  • Getting your first pair of pointes is a bigger achievement than getting all A*s in your exams 
  • Your hips cracking is the most relieving feeling
  • You have to get new dance shoes because you got blood on your current ones
  • You have a draw specifically for leggings
  • Most of your leggings have holes in them 
  • Your constant tap dancing drives everyone insane
  • You spend more time dancing than not 
  • Taking forever in the loo because you’re wearing a leotard 
  • You envy all the naturally flexible people
  • You can remember loads of dance routines for months but you forgot what you had for breakfast yesterday 
  • You subconsciously spot when turning 
  • “One more time” means 5 more times 
  • Your most embarrassing moment was falling over during a performance or in dance class
  • You love it when routines make you feel sexy 
  • Kicking yourself in the head is something we’re proud of 
  • “Everything hurts.” 
  • You’re most confident when dancing
Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge: Bad Brain Day

This was my first time using “Y/N” and “you” instead of a fully-realized character, and I’m not sure how well I did, but hopefully its ok! I have suffered from anxiety since my teens, so that part I felt pretty damn comfortable addressing, at least! Enjoy!

Summary: This was written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan Writing Challenge (Negan x OC with Anxiety prompt). After a “bad brain day” of anxiety and stress, Negan comforts “You” as only a homicidal weirdo with an epic trucker mouth can. 

Word Count: 1,960

Content Warnings (or selling points?): Negan being Negan, language, mental illness, anxiety disorder, angst, fluff.

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Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge: Bad Brain Day

The knock on the door was what brought you back to some semblance of reality in the darkened room. Your eyes stung with tears, like salt in an open wound. Ragged, chewed nails dug into the flesh of your leg, leaving red crescent moons in their wake to remind you that you did not have your shit under control. Not even a bit.

“Y/N? What the fuck’s up, baby!” came the voice from the other side of your bedroom door, sounding far too chipper for you to take in the state you were in right now.

It was deep and booming, even muffled by the hard wood of the door, and just a little bit hoarse from yelling at underlings all day. It was the voice of your weird, somewhat deranged, post-apocalyptic spouse, Negan, who had taken you in several weeks ago after finding you wandering the roads alone.

“Did you forget it’s our date night?…You didn’t forget about your fucking hubby, did you? You know how that hurts my last fucking feeling, right?”

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