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Colour Show (M)

Author’s Note: happy birthday to my heaven and heart, the music in the dark, the light of the universe, the glow of the stars - park chanyeol. this fic has gone through 4 title changes, 6 iterations in word count length, two plot changes, and about two years of insecurity and uncertainty from me. this is just a word for the wise: dont ever give up on your WIPs. they will always have a home, even if you think theyre a lost cause <3 | this work is entirely an act of fiction. it features subjects which may be uncomfortable to read, including but not limited to: non-traditional and indecent sexual acts, sex in public spaces, and themes of voyeurism. please do not read this story if any of these themes make you uncomfortable or you are under the age of 18. Creative Content Contributor: @chillingkoo who made this utterly stunning banner for my birthday because she is an angel ;~; Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: smut; public sex; DJ!au; romance; au Summary: While out at a night club, the DJ catches your eye. He’s confident, enraptured by the music he creates, and glows beneath the lights. With your eyes on him, the world begins to fade. But little do you know, he has his eye on you, too. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit sex; public sex acts; mentions of drug use; masturbation; fingering (female receiving); themes of voyeurism; dirty talk; unprotected sex; creampie; explicit language Word Count: 10.5K

Hours in, the only thing you can truly feel is the heat.

Against your skin, it presses - all consuming and overwhelming and aggressive in its effort of making a home of you. Inside and out, even against the malleable tissue of your lungs, it lingers, the sweat of your body stinging as it rolls down your arms and your neck. Bodies are pressed together, your body against other bodies, foreign and comfortingly unfamiliar, their closeness helping you reach transcendence.

For one night, these men and women are your lovers - you see them as such, even if the technicality of semantics means it is not true. Symmetrically and asymmetrically, it does not matter, so long as you can touch them, feel them press against your core, teasing. All that matters in this moment, skin to skin contact with endless, nameless faces, their own flesh making you feel wet with life. Hand to the wall, a gentle chill spreads across your fingers, refreshing and rejuvenating the movements of your limbs. This kind of breeze is vital between the joints of your knuckles, just as is the vodka that slowly dries on your lips.

Hugging your body against the concrete, you stand with your eyes closed and lips parted, tongue dragging along the flesh to fight back your thirst. Your hips grind in time with the beat, smearing your shape and essence into the paint - you imagine the wall is breathing, imagine your sweat leaves stains and it swallows them whole, hungry for the taste of you to linger on its tongue. Beneath your clothes, your skin is slick, glistening beneath the lights, the glitter from your cheeks dotting the paint to birth constellations of ecstasy.

With anxious fingers, you tug at the fabric of your dress, the sheerness of the skirt sticking to you like a second skin. It’s been dampened, either by sweat or stray drops of vodka, clinging to your flesh ceaselessly. Wrinkling your nose for a moment at the feel of it beneath your fingers, you continue to roll it up, exposing the length of your thigh, rustling it back and forth to cool you.

Coursing through your veins is an energy, a live wire that seems to have been torn from your nerves and moved to live inside your blood, plugging into your sternum to dictate the rhythm of your heart. It’s the music that does this, the music and its hypnotic beat. From your position against the wall, you eye the platform upon which the DJ works, a lonely god and the maker of it all.

Even from this distance you can see the tips of his ears peeking out from under the headphones, the flush at his cheeks swallowing every light whole and turning him into something radiant and gold. It’s foolish to want him, foolish to eye him as though you are possessive, have been granted permission to be so, as though he might want you, and as though he is somehow yours.

From the moment you entered the building, you felt the music within your pulse, hauntingly familiar and hauntingly mimetic. Something about the way he looked, something about the way he spun records, something about the way he seemed to exhale the sound, made you needy. When you saw him, you realized it was not the music but he himself who lived inside you.

He was the one who built this version of your spirit, with practiced hands and a smirk at the corner of his mouth. He was the one who rearranged all your soft pieces until you decided you wanted him, you needed him, and little other than your sensual destruction would suffice.

He was the one that made you crave a great undoing, and for this you were delighted.

Snaking a hand beneath the hem of your dress, you ground your feet into the floor and press harder against the wall, keening against it with reckless abandon. In this kind of all consuming dark, the music drips down and deep into your soul, sugary sweet and not unlike syrup, and you release a small whimper of pleasure as your fingers scratch against your thighs. Heavy bass rolls around you, decides to make a home of your ribs, and the vibration against all these fragile corners makes wetness pool between your legs.

Biting your lip, you turn and open your eyes to watch the DJ, watch the way his hands fervently make the world, powerful and paradoxically delicate. Everything about the noise of him is synthetic, records spinning with knobs and computers, and yet he remains the most authentic thing about the space.

Around you, people have made themselves into the shapes of people they wish they could be, that they would like to be. Tonight, they have made armor of tight clothes and painted lips, but he exists beyond their orbit. Black shirt and jeans, he’s simple, hiding in plain sight and making sure that he is noticed.

He makes sure he is wanted.

And you want him. Oh, do you want him.

Watching him feels like kissing candy, sweetness without the purity, and you drag your tongue across your lips once more as your hands tease the line of your underwear. Briefly, your lip curls to reveal your teeth, a threat of wanting to all who dare approach you, before they clamp down, cheeks twisting your expression into a pleasurable sneer.

You’re wet, soaked just from the sight of him, but you can see his hands from this angle and that makes it easy to pretend it’s his fingers that slip under and drag along your slit. It’s his fingers that seek your heat and learn you, know you, become a master of you.

Again, you whimper at the touch, smile impishly and keep watching him, glad your sighs are being swallowed by the music. No one can hear you, no one is even paying attention to you, and it makes you feel like this space belongs to you.

Like this, this space and this man are yours.

Across the room, atop the stage platform, Chanyeol watches your display in his peripheral as he works. Pursing his lips, his tongue laps eagerly on the lollipop sucked between his teeth, imagining the sweet wetness on his tongue is yours. It takes concentration not to let his gaze wander up your legs and thighs, to where he can see the dark outline of your hand. He’s drawn to it, to your center, starts to think of it as a golden ring of purpose, and lets the blood rush to his groin as he imagines his fingers joining yours.

Thoughts race through his mind at a speed he’s not used to experiencing outside of a high, the adrenaline rush of wet lips and wet fingers enough to make anyone feel drunk.

He wonders how wet you are, wonders if your fingers are slick already or if you’re merely teasing. He wonders if you’re high, if you’re only this brave because the molly or the angel dust have made you feel limitless or if this is just another Saturday for you. Are you used to being hungry for skin and flesh, or is this all his? Are you hungry, just like him, for something a little more? Something a little more alive?

He’s got a lot of questions, and he grits his teeth on the lollipop stick to keep himself focused.

At this distance, he can see the way the light plays on your hair and skin, the smooth expanse of your chest glistening and glowing. Part of him feels envious of how liberated you are, remembers how he too used to come to clubs to get fucked and get high until he decided to make a home of it. Now, the thrill has started to fade, wet women and coke covered teeth too common to really seem dangerous. Now, he works through it, totally sober and drunk only on the bass he makes himself, gets hard beneath the narcissism of it all and doesn’t feel ashamed.

And, if he’s honest, you’re the first exciting thing he’s seen in months.

It’s when you bite your lip that he finally lets himself smile, doesn’t care if the expression is a give away because you’re too lost with yourself to really notice. He’s sure your fingers are in deep, to the knuckle judging by the way your hand seems to disappear and your eyes fall closed. This is when he calls you a chameleon, thinks the way you subtly take on the shades of the lights is something unnatural, something bewitching, a power you keep locked within your core. Turning up the treble, twisting the knob with the same affection as he’d curl his finger inside of you, he decides you were made for this: for the dark, for the sweat, for the music, and, thus, you were made for him.

Lots of women have fit this role, but tonight the bill is yours.

You look good like this, wanting and waiting and fucking your hand. Still, he thinks you’d look better on top of him.

A hand claps him on the back, sending his body arching forward slightly, though it does not interrupt his rhythm. Mostly, he finds he is upset he has been interrupted in his astute observation of your display, irritated that he has to look away.

‘It’s two, mate,’ a gruff voice shouts, pulling one of his headphones off. ‘My turn.’

Chanyeol simply nods, let’s the beat run and closes his laptop so Joel can take over. He doesn’t bother to pack up his things, knows his manager will take care of it, knows that his manager is probably used to this behavior - the detachment that follows him from one club to the next, and the way he seems to find himself a warm, pliant body the moment he steps off stage. He does not dwell on how his manager feels about this, about the bodies and the bumps of blow that seemingly line his bedroom, and he does not particularly care. Tonight, all he cares about is the warm flush on your chest and the way your body arches in time with the music.

Tonight, all he thinks about is how it will feel to have the whole length of his cock buried inside you, and little else.

Chanyeol takes his time approaching you, slows his steps and orbits around you like a lonely, hungry moon. Tucking the lollipop into the side of his cheek, he shoves his hands in his pockets and leans against the opposite wall, having his fill while filling himself with thoughts. You appear to be his age, wearing the number like a badge of honour in the corner of your eye; old enough to be in command of your body, in command and beautifully aware, but still young enough to get off on the risk.

Greedily, his tongue swirls around the lollipop, lapping at the flavor with vigor, and he imagines his tongue pressed between your folds, sucking at you with the same intensity. With your head thrown back, your fingers probe at your center, doing what his tongue does not, ass pressing back against the wall in an almost violent swivel before you run a hand through your hair. Your fingertips hit someplace deep inside, some unfathomable depth buried in the center of your core, and your lips pull into an ecstatic smile, laugh swallowed whole by the roll of bass and the timbre of an electronic drum.

At the sight of you in pleasure, he feels lonely, a heady need taking over, creeping down his spine and pushing his shoulders back. He’s used to this, used to the way desire puts tension in his neck and makes the base of his spine start to ache. To prying eyes, hollow eyes that move over him slowly through the haze of cocaine, he’s animalistic in his advances towards you, but to him, he’s simply under your spell. There’s a strength and purpose to his steps he usually forgoes for a casual grin and an impish glint in his eyes, but then, he assumes, you’re different if only because you’re bold - if only you ignite in front of him like a match.

The lollipop falls slightly from his lips as he watches you pull your hand away from your core to smell your fingers. Lips parted with wanting he watches you, tongue wet and mind filled with visions of sucking at your clit with the fullness of his lips. Coloured lights move over the slick shimmer of your fingers, and he imagines you to be sugar sweet and bitter at the root.

Chanyeol doesn’t hasten his steps, rather he takes his time moving towards you, waiting to see if you’ll taste yourself for him. He expects that you will, is delighted when you do, and knows that he will likely taste just as good to you.

He bites down on the lollipop, chewing the candy as he tosses the stick to the floor. The lollipop dissolves, but it’s sweetness remains.

Acutely aware that you are being watched, the delicate hairs on your arm stand on end at the feeling of a body approaching, thick lidded eyes opening only slightly to see the tall shadow of a man come into view. You don’t pause for him - if you’re being removed from the premises, you at least want to come before you leave. But the stranger doesn’t speak, just looms over you with a lopsided grin, one that is neither accusatory nor satisfied, simply luxuriating in your show.

Recognizing his ears in the dim glimmer of the lights, you smirk, silently pleased that you have become a magnet, that you have somehow lured him from the pedestal your desire, and your pussy, placed him on. Drawn to one another, you angle yourself towards him, an open display of interest. Cocking your head to the side, you smile, but do not stop the motion of your fingers. You want to make sure he sees.

Somewhere in the distant haze of your kind, you wonder if he’s drugged, high on something other than music or blow, something hard enough to make his posture so sure and confident. It doesn’t take long before you realize he’s simply drunk on lust, much like you. There’s no bloodshot tint to his eyes, no lazy gaze that wanders from one warm body to the next. Even with his dilated pupils, you know he’s been blown wide open by longing, by a hardness at his center his jeans that begs to be touched.

‘I could see you all the way up there,’ he comments, gesturing vaguely towards the stage, though his gaze on you does not waver.

You smile, impish and glorified. ‘Good.’ He smiles back, welcomed by this response. ‘I wanted you to.’

He steps closer, aware now that your focus on him is a mirror of his focus on you, consensual, open, and welcoming. The lights from the club highlight his features, cutting mercurial shapes as they nestle beneath his cheekbones, but even in the dim lighting you can see him clearly. The glaze in his focus is neither empty nor wired, simply hungry, trapped in a state of perpetual craving, and you like the way the slick feel of it makes your skin feel like gold. You like this feeling, the way his eyes mean to unmake you, as though he is peeling back your skin to live inside your ribs.

You like this feeling, find that it turns you into a kind of phoenix, and so when he stands fully in front of you, illuminated and combating the shadows, tall and just as hot to the touch as you, you let your hands settle at his hips, cocking your head to the side coquettishly. In kind, his hands move to yours, swaying idly, assuming you mean to dance with him. He’s being polite, and you wish he would tighten his grip, let his fingers press bruises into the flesh with intent, but you remind yourself not to rush.

So often, you spoil the moment with your natural prosperity for impatience.

Still, the motion and movement of his hips is invigorating, encouraging in its closeness. Strengthening your grip, you press against him, grinding into him, slow and unblinking. On contact, he lowers his head, and you take this as an invitation, letting your lips fall to his ear, breathing hot and wet against the shell.

‘I liked your show,’ you murmur, hoping your voice carries above the heavy drum and bass, reaching right down to pull at the intimate pieces of him. ‘You made the beat sound alive.’

Tilting his head to the side, his lips and nose graze along your temple as he speaks, a heady combination of amusement and surprise lacing through his words. ‘I could say the same to you,’ he teases. ‘I’m surprised you were listening.’

The low rumble of his voice catches you slightly off guard, deeper and richer than you would have imagined it to be, powerful in a way that commands your attention. It drips, not unlike chocolate and honey, down your tongue, making a home in the center of your ribs, the warmth of it settling in your belly and making your thighs clench around nothing. You feel your breath hitch, lungs constricting at the gravel in the underbelly of his tone, the thickness and the vibration resonating suddenly making you feel parched.

‘I felt it,’ you say, curling your lips into a pout that gently touches the lobe of his ear. ‘Isn’t that more important?’

It’s an honest statement, one that makes him start without pulling away completely. Instead, his grip on your hips tightens, drawing flush against his groin, keeping you in place. Something about your words had an effect on him, enough for him to mumble a small growl of possessive vulnerability. This close, you can smell him, the music of his cologne delicately kissing the crevices of your tongue. Over time and through the night, it’s mixed with the natural scent of his sweat, enough to briefly make you lightheaded by the force of it, moaning at the intensity.

Pieces of you ache as you pull back slightly, regarding him with heavy lidded eyes; pieces that long to be touched and long to be near him, his mere presence making the air feel thick. Beneath his skin, you imagine the blood moving in his veins like wildfire, exhilarated by your words. It fascinates the way you don’t just merely see the corner of his mouth turn upward, devilish and playful in its slow reveal of his desires, but you feel it. All over you, you feel it.

The heat of his smile walks down your spine, building a wetness between your folds that makes you bit your lip. His own gaze wanders over your skin, over your cheeks, down your neck and shoulders, to where his hands linger at your hips. Matching his smile, coy and coquettish, the knowledge his gaze as lowered, as best it can, to the curve of your ass beneath the hem of your dress makes you feel emboldened. And so you grind against him, slowly, handling your hips to rub over the hardened bulge beneath his jeans.

Licking his lips in approval, a tight moan rumbling through his sternum like thunder, he lets his eyes wander back up to yours, lingering momentarily to admire the plump fullness of your lips.

Moving one hand from your hip, he comes to cup your cheek, easing your head to the side with a gentle and careful touch. It’s his turn to offer delicate attention to your ear, the touch of his lips barely there, whispers on the wind of primal desire. When his lips move, the softness of the skin sends shivers down your nerves, the strong, confident diction in his voice an erotic experience of its own.

‘There’s a lot I can make you feel,’ he breathes, hot and heavy and smirking at the way you seem to bend beneath his touch, malleable.

Proving that he means it, that he means everything he says, he pulls back just enough to keep his gaze trained on yours, serious and heated. As though waiting for your denial, he inches closer still, pressing a knee between your legs to part them. The tease of feeling him between your thighs forces a sigh from your lips, and he smiles, knowing. Leaning to drag his nose along the slope of your neck, the even exhale of his breath cascades down your spine and into your core, making your walls clench in arousal.

You don’t hide the way this makes you laugh, the sound loud enough to be heard over the drum and bass. ‘You’re terrible at pick up lines.’

It’s a half-hearted comment, a truth nestled between a lie. Yes, he is terrible at pick up lines, but he is exquisite in execution.

Unfazed by your teasing comment, he joins you in laughter, the deep richness making you terribly aware of the wetness between your thighs. ‘Most of the time, people can’t hear them. They just want to be handled.’

He hangs onto handled as if the word itself is a tactile experience, a physical contact that makes the world around you bend. It seems unfair he should hold so much of you, so much and so tightly, and so you glide your hands along the waistband of his jeans, toying with the hem of his shirt.

tilting your head just enough to let your lips graze his ear, you scratch your nails into the soft skin that lingers beyond his belt. It's soft, warm, supple, the sweetness of a man so unlike the way his hands clutch at your body. He whimpers slightly at the contact, lips parting to release a small, barely there sigh. Smiling to yourself, you continue your ministrations, hoping this will entice him enough to handle you.

Forming your lips into a pout, kissing at his ear as you speak, you whisper, ‘Then why are you taking your time?’

A dark chuckle rolls through his chest, his grip tightening possessively.

‘Because you’ve been greedy,’ he states, leaning back to regard you with a dark, hungry stare.

Stepping forward until you are pressed flush between him and the wall, he considers you, gaze dominant and commanding. With slow, teasing rolls of his hips, he guides the hardness of his erection into your mound. Eyes on your skin, he watches the flush of desire that blooms across your chest as he does this, mesmerized by the way it smears itself across your neck, contagious enough to make your skin burn hot. Something about his gaze pierces you, makes the nerves along your skin feel sensitive, stimulated to the edge of a precipice and lingering on anticipation.

‘And I’m selfish,' he finishes. 'I want to feel you first.’

He guides his hand between your bodies, the base of his palm massaging deftly at your core. With the sudden direct pressure, your hips roll up into his hand, a current of electricity wandering down into the base of your spine. Naturally, your legs part wide, feet sliding across the floor just enough to make room for him where you want him most.

‘Can I touch you?’ he mumbles, cocking his head to the side as he watches pleasure morph your expression. The force of his palm increases, echoing his sentiment of how badly he wishes to feel you first. 'Can I feel all of you, on the inside?'

Anyone else, anyone less magnetic or compelling as him, and you imagine you would have laughed at the turn of phrase. On a boy, such questions of permission would have made you laugh, aware that you were dealing with someone who did not know how to read a woman. On him, his politeness and quest for permission feels liberating, placing you in a position of control - leading your pleasure with the power you deserve.

Nodding, unable to form words, you simply hum, whining at the loss of his hand, lonely and needy for his touch. He keeps his eyes on yours as he lifts his hand to his mouth, sliding two fingers inside, all the way to the knuckle. Not once does he blink, hollowing his cheeks, gaze heated, as he sucks and sucks, gaze piercing. The sight of his lips, pulled down to a soft, full pout, mixed with the anticipation of the strong bone of his fingers, puts a wetness at your core that makes you feel as though you are dripping with eagerness for his touch. Hot to the touch and feeling volatile, you arch your back against, lifting slightly from the wall to let your breasts press against his chest.

Smirking at your impatience, he pulls his fingers from his mouth and eases his hand beneath your dress. With his thumb, he guides the waistband of your underwear to the side, teeth coming to bite his lip on contact and feeling how wet you are - how wet you made yourself for him during the course of his set, and how wet he will soon make you, teasing your folds apart to make room for his hand. Leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours, he guides his middle finger into your core, one long stroke against your walls that has you gasping.

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him and ensuring you are caught beneath the umbrella of his warmth, stimulated and aware, now, by and of nothing but him. His finger continues its slow, deep caress, and you roll your hips into him, the solidness of his finger a bliss you had craved from the moment you saw him perform. Reaching your own arm between your bodies, you cup your hand and rub the base of your palm over the erection trapped beneath his jeans. Growling, he tilts his hand just enough to let his thumb press a slow circle against your clit, appreciative and teasing.

‘Tell me your name,' he whispers, the roll of his voice a live current that cascades down your neck.

Consumed and swallowed by him, you smile. ‘Y/N.’

Your name is a gasp on your lips of pleasure, his thumb pressing at your clit in time with the thrust of his finger. Clutching him a little tighter, you roll against him once more, desperate for the fullness of his touch.

Almost sweetly, he returns your smile, though the seduction of his intent nestles aptly between his words. ‘Isn’t it nice hearing the sound of your own name like that?’

‘Tell me yours,' you mumble, tongue rolling across your lip to moisten the flesh.

Distracted, his eyes trace the motion of your tongue and offering you the brief delight of witnessing the thickness of his eyelashes as red and blue lights swirl overhead. ‘Didn’t you see the show?’

Chuckling at the almost innocent egoism of the sentence, you make to speak before he curls his finger in your core, hitting a new angle that steals your breath. Furrowing your brow, you lick your lips once more, gathering the strength and focus to speak. ‘People don’t come to clubs for the DJ.’

He smirks at your coy teasing, presses his thumb against your clit in a firm circle while his index finger comes to settle between your folds, his fingers making a light v shape.

'Funny,' he mumbles, alluding to the obvious pun but does not say it. Instead, his focus settles on your features as he thrusts both fingers inside you, your moans coming in light bursts. 'My name is Chanyeol,' he clarifies. 'Do you want me to take you home?'

Biting your lip, cup his erection beneath your palm, pressing in time with his thrusts into your folds. ‘Are you a shy boy?’ you question, teasing though not altogether sincere. A pink flush rushes to the tip of his ear, and you pull your hand from his groin to let the tips of your finger gently caress the tip.

On contact, his eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a sigh. ‘Not really,’ he manages, eyes opening once more fixing you with an impassioned stare. ‘Do you want me to fuck you here?’

His free hand moves from your waist, knees bending to pin you against the wall, as he rests his hand against your throat. Like this, he tests your boundaries, watches you with an erotic, eager fascination as you bend and give over entirely to him, your walls starting to clench around his fingers, willing him to remain inside.

Feeling your skin flare and your gaze darken, possessive and possessed, you swallow thickly. ‘I want you to fuck me.’

Leaning down, Chanyeol captures your lips with a wet, light kiss, his tongue escaping behind the kiss to lap sweetly at your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to let his breath tickle your cheeks. ‘Do you want everyone to see?’

The sugar from his kisses settle between the thin crevices of your lips, your tongue flicking out to gather them.

‘You’re used to being seen,' you counter breathlessly.

You grind into his fingers hands coming to grip at his shoulder blades as you feel your orgasm start to settle at the base of your spine, the coil in your belly threatening to tighten behind the fire he has put into your blood.

Humming in agreement, he adds a third finger, slipping inside you with ease, your wetness coating his palm. ‘Are you?’

Shivering and stimulated by the size and thickness of his strong fingers, you simply nod, clutching to him as your grind into him, desperate. Taking this as a sign of your oncoming orgasm, Chanyeol increases the pace of his thrusts, his thumb tapping at your clit in time with his fingers, forgiving and almost apologetic for keeping you on edge for so long. With the new, invigorated force of his thrusts, your moans come louder, his hand lingering softly at your throat as he bends down to swallow your sounds, kissing your lips deftly and with a deep intensity that provides encouragement.

Around his fingers, your walls clench, thighs tightening as your heart begins to battle against your chest, the burn of your orgasm making your thighs and legs sting with the effort of keeping upright. Sensing this, Chanyeol removes his hand and replaces it at your waist, his hold strong and comforting. Held tightly against him, his breath all over your skin, his fingers curling at your core, knuckles gliding roughly at your walls, the thickness of this penetration, you find yourself consumed by him.

Your head rolls onto his shoulder, wet gasps of breath panting into the skin, stimulated and driven to an edge of pleasure that makes your muscles ache.

'I'm -' you gasp. 'I'm going to come.'

The clenching of your walls comes without your control, the intensity of the pleasure unmaking your semblance of reality as he thrusts and thrusts his hand into you, a promise of something larger, thicker, and heavier.

Gently, he eases your head back, and you whimper, eyes squeezed closed as you rest against the wall, readying to let your orgasm take you.

'Eyes on me,' he commands, voice rough. The thunder clap of his words as your eyes opening, vision blurred by pleasure. He smiles. 'Eyes on me when you come.'

The heavy arousal on his voice is what sends you over the edge, your brow furrowing as you choke on a gasp from the force of it. The lights of the club paint his features into kaleidoscope of pleasure, his smile the focal point as sound drowns and the rush of your blood fills your ears. Shuddering, the waves of pleasure course through your muscles, walls clenching tightly around his fingers, the shudder of pleasure rattling your bones until your feel weightless, burned into nothingness by the force and prowess of his touch. Your back arches forward, sending your chest into his, still as you keep your gaze on his, seeing without seeing, the world little more than smears of ecstasy.

Chanyeol holds you tightly, clings to you - the only tangible form your nerves can discern. His grip on you is reassuring and unwavering, keeping you secure against him and the wall as your limbs struggle to regain their strength. Your walls continue to clench around his hand, the aftershocks of your orgasm still igniting along your skin.

'Beautiful,' he whispers, tucking your head against his shoulder and mumbling into your hair. 'I knew it would be beautiful.'

You cling to him, the air in your lungs little more than a burning ache as you struggle to catch your breath. Against his strong frame, your mind swirls with the tactile feel of him, the smell of his cologne clouding your senses until your world is comprised of nothing but him. Anchoring you against him, you feel safe, comforted, his fingers stilled inside you, ensuring you remain tethered to him.

He's careful as he pulls them out, delicate and fast enough that he does not cause you pain. The affection of this action catches you off guard, makes you nuzzle into his neck, your feet feeling the earth return once more as your bones reform beneath your skin. Not once does he relinquish his grip on you, almost greedy with his touch and holding you close until the strength in your hands returns, pressing into the muscles of his back and shoulders.

Slowly, the world recreates itself around you both. The heavy bass from the speakers, Chanyeol's breaths against your skin, the throng of people as they talk, yell, dance, clink glasses, the world a cacophonous resonance beyond his arms.

'Better?' he asks, kissing against your hair as he speaks. 'Can you stand?'

Nodding, you pull back from him, breathing heavily and feeling dazed. The smile on your lips makes your cheeks hurt, painful in the way it seems locked in place, and you’re unsure how long it has been pulling at the skin.

For a moment, you simply regard one another, Chanyeol flushed and warm, looking pink and heated even under the purple and blue lighting that hits him. He, too, breathes heavily, lifting the hand that had been inside you to his mouth, sucking the fingers once more. Eyes falling closed, he moans at the tastes, hollowing his cheeks to suck them clean. The sight of him pools new wetness between your thighs, whimpering at how sensitive yet needy you are.

When he pulls his fingers from his lips, he keeps his gaze on yours, heavy lidded and pupils dilated to a blackness that makes your breath hitch. Slowly, he drops to his knees, delicately grazing his fingers up the outside of your legs. Falling back against the wall, his barely there touches make you bite your lip, gazing down your body to him as he watches you with intent. His hands find the band of your underwear, thumbs dragging along the skin of your hips and making you tremble. Gripping the band, he guides them down your legs, nudging at your ankles to ease you out of them.

Licking your lips, you watch as he rises to a stand once more, his own mouth parted. For a brief moment, you see him not unlike a kitten, someone who has been so close to the strong scent of desire, they've opened their mouth just enough to swallow it whole. Bunching the cotton into a ball, he places it in his pocket, and cocks his head to the side, waiting, perhaps, for your words of protest.

It's a possessive thing to do, an action no one has ever done with you before, and while you aren't entirely certain what to make of it, you admit you are relieved the soaked fabric has been removed from your core. The light breezes that makes its way up your skit is refreshing, liberating, and, for this, you are grateful.

‘Come home with me.’

This, you realize, is not a question. Chanyeol keeps his eyes on you as he speaks, asking to be polite, just like always, but, this time, knowing that you will follow. Wordlessly, you regard him, eyes glassy and feeling yourself still drifting into the world that he has built, just for you. Reality clashes with the universe he has made, a universe of light and bliss and pleasure; a world that smells of wanting and delivers ecstasy, while the world as you know it lingers outside - beyond your reach.

Cold, is how you have come to see it, now. Empty of wonder without his hands to pull it from your bones.

‘I told you I’m selfish,' he continues when you offer him no reply. ‘I want all of you, and I want to be the only one who sees.’

It does not go unnoticed by you that, for two people so enraptured and aroused by sound, music, and sight, the drive to his house is altogether eerily quiet. But this, of course, does not mean the longing has dissipated.

Confined in the limited space of his car, the world seems to narrows, arousal and longing seeming to seep from the pores of your skin. The leather of the seat, initially, was cool to the touch, but the heat of your body has warmed it, made the flesh of your thighs feel moist with wanting. Your legs remain spread on the seat, aware that your wetness will drip onto the fabric, wanting him to miss you and smell you long after you have departed.

Chanyeol grips the wheel with a white knuckled determination, eyes trained on the road as you keep your eyes trained on him. Even over distance and time, the fullness of his erection has not reduced. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the road while your eyes study the tent in his jeans, wanting to feel the thick, veined heat of his cock pressed against your tongue, mouth and soul full of him. You wonder how he would feel, just as forceful and commanding as his hands; how he would sound, your shy and sweet boy, vocal and loud and yours, begging for release.

‘I can feel your eyes on me,' he announces, words clipped and voice thick, full of a gravel that makes him rasp.

At the sound, your walls clench around nothing, the ghost of the memory of his hand returning once more, aching for his cock, his tongue, his essence, to fill you. He, too, has parted his legs wide, making room for the heaviness of his cock and balls, uncomfortable while remaining steadfast in his urgency to get home.

‘Do you like it?’ you ask, enunciating the syllables of your words, ensuring he hears the wetness you hold in your mouth, reminding him the wetness you carry between your legs.

Almost imperceptibly, he nods, swallowing thickly as your eyes trace the motion of his Adam's Apple. ‘You’re making me so fucking hard.’

Impish and almost cruel, you spread your legs wider, knowing he will see the motion from the corner of his eyes. Legs spread, you lift the hem of your dress to reveal the fullness of your core, leaning back into the seat with a prideful grin.

‘God, I can fucking smell your cunt,' he mumbles, eraser ting his grip on the wheel to keep himself composed.

Cocking your head to the side, you let your hand fall between your legs, running your left index finger over your folds, gathering the wetness. Chanyeol's shoulders tense, aware of this motion, a grin of gleeful pride tugging at your cheeks as you lightly gather more. Carefully, you reach over, letting your finger glide along his bottom lip, smearing your juices over the skin.

A hungry growl rumbles through his chest, his tongue coming to lick at your fingers he sucks it into his mouth. The wet muscle laps circles over your finger, pulling a light, breathy moan from you as he licks it clean. When he releases it, your hand falls to your side, muscles feeling limp.

‘Fuck,’ he whispers, words drenched with lust, the full force of your wetness on his lips making him breathless. ‘The smell and taste of you is going to drive me crazy.’

A fire blossoms in the pit of your stomach, grounding you in the iron core of his words. It’s rare for you to want someone this way - enough to go home with them, enough to let the pleasure extend beyond a single moment of your own pleasure, enough to want to feel more of him. But it seems fair, you think, the resolute notion that he made you this way, used sound and vision to move you in a perpetual state of cosmic need.

He did this, and it’s only right that he finish it.

The stairs to his flat are crooked, framed by a dimly lit hallway where the shadows on the walls are impossibly tall, lingering seductively on the paint. You’re sure you’re making noise as you climb, awkward and fumbling against his body as you hold him or he holds you, or perhaps you hold each other, soaked and stained now with the essence of one another, and blended into one cosmic whole. You’re sure you are loud but you do not hear your footsteps, ears ringing from the sound of the music and the sound of his hot breath.

Chanyeol trips on the last step, both of you laughing at a level neither of you can discern but you watch the way his chest heaves as he laughs, watch the way his cheeks turn pink and feel yourself begin to float. Outside, dawn is kissing the sky, painting it gold and blue, but inside, against his door, Chanyeol paints the world in a kaleidoscopic myriad of beauty. It reverberates along your skin, vibrating down to your core and making your thighs clench with wanting. Like this, he is a bright spot, a sun trapped against the frail magic of bones, and the risk of being burned by his hot hands does not outweigh the burn of his tongue against yours.

The peephole for 6B is rusted, the wood tarnishing from age and neglect, but his door has been painted black, and even in your stupor you fight to suppress a laugh, recognizing his Rolling Stones reference.

This is usually where people apologize or make excuses - for the state of their flat, for the unexpected arrival of you in their lives; the implication that they always assumed they’d be lonely and longing, all of these things a lie but somehow reassuring in their simplicity. Excited, and therefore encouraging. But Chanyeol doesn’t apologize. You’re aware that he does not need to, that he wears your juices on his lips and fingers, yet you imagine that he doesn’t ever.

Chanyeol operates outside of expectation, and therefore likely never apologizes for the state he is in when he receives pleasure.

Upon entry, you are acutely aware that the flat is small, a studio, and it strikes you that this space could barely contain him. It's small, small enough that you cannot fathom the breadth and reach of him would have room here, the full length of his wingspan likely larger than the square footage of the space, but he turns you, pulls you to his chest and steals your lips in a hungry kiss, silencing any further thought in your mind. Languidly, he moves his mouth over yours, cupping your cheeks with hot hands, a fervor that makes his skin hot. In kind, you wrap your arms around his neck, fisting your hand in his hair, rough and hard and needy.

He’s gentle in the way he walks you backwards, does not move his lips from yours, simply moans over your tongue as he wastes no time in guiding you to the mattress and box spring in the back corner. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, his hands move to your hips, pulling you firmly against him, the hardness of his erection pressing into your belly. Even through the fabric of your dress, the heat from his fingers radiates onto and into you, spreading like a fever through your blood. Chest flushed and tight, mind fogged and consumed by the flavor of his tongue as it glides over yours.

The backs of your calves bump against the mattress, staggering you into him just enough for the kiss to break, both of your sighing in discontent. Your vision blurs at the edges while Chanyeol regards you with half lidded eyes, lips pink and swollen. Arousal pools between your folds, dripping over to smear your thighs at the sight of him, trapped in a blissful state of arousal, eyes dark and cheeks flushed. His tongue comes to run across his lips, breathless in the effort of learning to breathe without your mouth on his, and you lean forward, capturing the pink muscle with your lips to offer a brief, gentle suck before pulling away.

Chanyeol raises himself to his full height, and for a moment you find yourself overcome, awed by the length and the power that is carried in the steel of his spine. He’s strong, rigid, and so impossibly soft - warm to the touch yet immalleable beneath your hands, the muscles in his arms and back solid enough for you to consider him your anchor in a storm. Emboldened, he lifts his hands from your hips and grips the hem of his shirt, pulling it over head. Eyes on yours, gaze unwavering, he drops the shirt to the floor, the red smears of desire burning beneath his skin. And, just as slowly, he moves his hands to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button with a hungry, euphoric stare.

You follow suit,fingers guiding the hem of your dress lightly over your thighs, revealing more and more of yourself to him, a thrill of provocative seduction racing over your synapses as you watch him swallow thickly, captivated by the slow reveal of your skin.

‘This is unfair,’ you murmur, whispering your dress just over your core, delaying the pull of the fabric overhead. ‘I’m wearing so much less than you.’

Chanyeol laughs, a deep rumble that would go unnoticed if your attention had not been entirely tuned to him. Rolling back his shoulders, he cocks his head to the side, considering your words and the state of you - already missing underwear, wet enough to want and need him again - guiding your shoes off with a smile.

‘The shoes count, right?’

You keep your voice innocent, soft and sweet and so unlike. you, a game that you have learned to play and know that he will continue willingly, if only because he has already felt you come around his fingers, unafraid of being witnessed and found.

‘Of course they do,’ he replies with a slight nod, his own voice a gentle caress that raises gooseflesh along your skin. ‘But you didn’t give me a chance to catch up.’

With that, he thumbs his zipper down and flays the jeans open, your gaze dropping to the muscles that lightly carve his hips and the soft patch of hair that leads down below his briefs. Mouth running dry, the muscles in your thighs tighten, body parched and starved for the graze of your teeth over his skin. Your grip around your dress tightens as he eases his jeans down his legs, your focus torn between the erection that springs to full attention and the length of his legs, strong and powerful, hands already imagining the feel his ass beneath your palm.

Chanyeol steps out of his jeans, kicking off his own shoes in the process, thumbing the band of his briefs as he regards you, lips falling into an expectant pout.

‘I believe it’s your turn.’

Running your tongue over your teeth, you smile, eyes locked on the fire that lingers in his gaze, pulling the dress over head. He hisses at the sight of you, no underwear and the lace of your bra sheer enough for the delicate circles of your nipples to be seen. Slipping his hand beneath his briefs, he nods in encouragement, gripping his cock and easing it over his length, pumping himself as he watches. Emboldened and unshy, you let your dress fall to your feet, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You’ve done this before - countless times with men and boys and people who never really understood how to handle you. But something about Chanyeol’s possessive, unwavering stare makes you feel comforted, secure, empowered. He pumps his cock slowly, admiring you with a focus that speaks of learning, of witnessing the person before you, rather than rendering the curve and shape of their body to a mere tool of pleasure. With his eyes on you, the colours of the world seem to come into full focus, brightened by being the center of his attention.

Your spine straightens, desire laces itself around places you did not think to associate with wanting - your hips; your breasts, aching for the firmness of his touch; your neck, desperate to be held; the backs of your knees, imagining the gentleness of his caress as he wraps you around the sharp angles of his body. These new aspects of your warning and of your body restructure your perception of yourself, your womanhood. With Chanyeol’s eyes on you, you feel important, sacred, and you chuckle to yourself, a muted, almost reticent, sound he does not seem to notice, bemused that it is in the quiet, morning grey of his apartment that you should feel so alive.

As your bra joins your dress on the floor, he nods to the bed, hand still stroking his cock without urgency.

‘Get on the bed,’ he commands, gently. ‘Show me how you touch yourself.’

Again, something about this feels unfair, his words slithering through your ribs and into your core, still wet and tingling with the memory of his hand. ‘What about you?’

Almost too sweetly for an encounter such as this, he speaks, the weight of his words a contrast that pulls at your nerves. ‘I’ll get mine when I’m inside you.’

You’re aware the smile you offer him is lewd, wet lipped and tongue heavy as your body instinctively puts the sensation of his cock between your walls. Clenching around nothing, you moan at the thought, emboldened and enticed, finding yourself altogether too impatient to take your time.

Easing yourself back on the bad, you keep your eyes on him as you move, settling on the center of the mattress and spreading your legs wide. Resting on your elbows and cocking your head to the side, you let your left hand fall your core, the pads of your middle and index finger almost leisurely in the tender way they spread your wetness over your slip. Biting his lip at the sight, Chanyeol uses his free hand to guide his briefs down over his hips, pulling his cock free as he pumps himself, enticed by your display.

The sight of his hardened length makes you feel empty, hollow and hungry and restless, a keening whine escaping from the back of your throat as you slip your fingers between your folds, wanting something as solid as his cock to keep your satisfied. You take your time easing your fingers in and out, pressing your knuckles against your walls and spreading your folds apart for him to watch, and he matches your pace, running his thumb over the purpled head of his cock as he watches your core spread.

No one has ever asked this of you, asked to see the way you make yourself in pleasure and cared enough to remain poised in the act of witnessing. Neck red and ears burning, Chanyeol works at keeping his composure, and so to do your nails drag along the black cotton of his sheets, keeping yourself calm and keeping yourself from calling his name. No one has ever asked to learn you this way, not with such intensity, the glistening of precum on his tip enough to reassure you that he yearns for you, just as badly as you yearn for him.

Picking up your pace, you press the base of your palm against your clit, applying pressure without offering too much stimulation, wanting his hand, his fingers, his mouth to be the thing that bring you over the edge. Head rolling back, you feel your fingers get coated with more juices, imagining the way his mouth would feel at your neck, the way his breath would feel on your breasts. Biting your lip, your skin begins to feel taught, nerve endings starting to flare in anticipation of his biting kisses.

With the ringing of your ears beginning to dim, you hear the way he gasps between the slick sounds of your juices, his breath coming in uneven exhales and your own exhales pulling soft whimpers from the center of your core. Like this, his apartment becomes alive with both of you, the quiet loudness of these sounds enough for you to drown, your hips rolling into your hand, desperate to be full of something far longer than the delicate smallness of your fingers.

Without warning, the speed of his strokes increases in pace, his grip tightening as he watches the way your pleasure builds and builds at your core and along your neck, nipples hard and pink and painfully ignored. The threads of your orgasm pull at you, tightening within your thighs, your toes clenching and unclenching against his sheets as your own pace begins to increase. It remains distant and far off, a promise demanding to be kept, and you close your eyes, focusing on the erratic, electric shiver it offers you.

‘Stop,’ comes Chanyeol’s voice, tight enough to break.

When you look at him, he stands at the foot of his bed, hand off his cock though it remains beautifully hard, eyes full of lust. He crawls onto the bed, a prowl that has you staring him onward and into you, your legs instinctively widening to welcome him home. Wrapping each arm under your thighs, he pulls you to him, keeps his eyes on yours as he uses his nose to guide your hand away, lowering his face until he is close enough to press a kiss to the center of your slit.

It’s the only warning you have before his tongue glides into your core, the hot wetness of it tearing a moan from the marrow of your bones. His fingers tease slow circles at the sensitive skin of your groin, his tongue curling inside you and making sweat build at the base of your neck. Falling back on the bed, you feel your back arch as he hums against you, letting the low baritone of his voice vibrate into you, rattling loose a pained, needy cry that echoes off the walls. Pulling his tongue from your core, he removes one of his arms and eases two fingers inside you, stretching you wider than he had at the club, his lips wrapping around your clit at offering a powerful suck.

Crying out, your hand falls to his head, your hips rolling up to ride against his mouth messily, carding your fingers through his hair. The same way the dawn between to peek, gold and purple through the window beside the bed, so too does your orgasm, your hips feeling tight and your toes curling into the sheets once more. Your hand falls to your breast, massaging what you can, aching to be consumed and pressed and full, clenching around his fingers.

Feeling the force of your walls around his knuckles, he swiftly removes his fingers and lowers his mouth back, letting his tongue return to your core, drinking you down with an eagerness that makes you feel soaked. You’re dripping - with him and into him, thighs smeared and sheets stained - dissolving beneath the intensity he delivers to every choice he makes, this time your pleasure being his sole focus. His fingers press at your clit and you tremble, shaking and feeling yourself begin to be unmade. Somehow, he has learned your cosmology, learned its genetic make up and learned how to shatter it, his tongue and hand at your core enough to burn you to ash.

Feeling your orgasm build, no longer threads of a promise but the scorched tattoo of desire within your veins, you swallow thickly and gather your voice. ‘Cock,’ you announce, a whimper mixed with a moan.

Pulling back, Chanyeol stills his fingers and regards you, black eyed and wet lipped, licking you from his lips as he awaits further command. The sight of him, so consumed by you, painted by you, makes you gasp, a thirsty sound that makes you feel impossibly small.

‘Cock,’ you repeat. ‘I want you inside me. I want to come around you.’

Nodding, he swallows you down and moves up your body, nestling between your legs until his chest is pressed against yours. Breathing deep, he lets his hand caress your cheek before he tilts your head back against the pillow and captures your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue tracing the curved inside of your mouth, ensuring your taste yourself on his tongue. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you grind up into him, his cock trapped between you as you suck at his tongue, drinking what you can while your fingers etch their prints into the soft silk of his skin.

Reaching between you, he grips his cock and positions it at your entrance, tiling his head back enough to watch you with concern. Furrowing his brow, he runs the tip over your slit, a whimper of frustration splintering between your ribs, a pathetic sound that you don’t bother to hide. Chanyeol eases himself inside you, slowly, taking his time to make sure you feel the full length of him, allowing himself to fill you completely as he watches the way the pleasure of this stretch morphs and contorts your features.

Buried to the hilt, he remains there, keeping still and letting you adjust while he angles himself down, cupping your breast in his hand and sucking your nipple between his teeth. The sudden stimulation as you clenching around him, your eyes widening at the sudden eroticism of the action, and he releases the nub, his eyes squeezing shut.

‘Fuck,’ he chokes out. ‘You’re so tight, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to last.’

Smirking, you roll your hips upward, encouraging him to move, kept on edge for along you fear you may come apart on impact, clenching as you do so. Both of Chanyeol’s hands come to your hips, stilling your actions with a fierce stare that moves directly into your core, hot and severe and so desperately sensual.

‘Is that how you like it?’ he whispers, regarding you with an impish smile.

He does not wait for your reply, simply guides his hips back, pulling himself out before thrusting back into you in one swift motion. Choking out a moan, your fingers press into his skin, nails scratching hard enough to leave marks as he sets a brutal, unforgiving pace. Burying his face in your shoulder, he pours his moans into your skin, your own moans the shattered, broken gasps of intense pleasure, his piercing thrusts deep enough to send the mattress roughly back into the wall.

The smell and feel of him makes you feel dazed, your focus narrowing to only him - the wetness of his breath, the force of his thrusts, the press of his thumbs into your hips, enough to leave bruises that will leave you aching for him for days. Legs shaking, your eyes begin to water, your concept of reality starting to dissolve into nothing but the feel of him inside you, the almost painful way he drives himself into you, pleasure burning beneath your skin, mind numb with nothing but the desire to come.

Widening your legs to take him in deeper, you angle your head back and feel him press against your spot, mouth opening on a silent gasp. In this single moment of ecstasy, you watch the dawn fully break through his window, the first golden beams of morning light spilling over his skin, and for a moment, you feel as though you are fucking the sun, holding fire and gold and magic in your hands, eyes watering as tears of lust and love and pleasure build in your eyes.

‘Can I come in you?’ he asks, biting at your skin after he speaks, his thrusts unrelating in the pace they keep. ‘Can I come - I want to come inside you.’

His words smear into nothingness, reaching through the haze of your fogged mind, high and drunk and alive on the pleasure each snap of his hips delivers. The way he asks, the way he blooms, the way he knows how to keep you wired on nothing but him, for a moment you feel not unlike the moon learning how to collide with the stars, seeking their light.

Tightening your legs around his waist you nod furiously against his skin. ‘Come in me,’ you affirm, breathless and lost in space and time and pleasure. ‘Come in me.’

Once more, he moves his hands between your bodies, finding your clit with ease as he swirls his fingers in messy circles, tapping in patternless coordination. Gasping for breath, the universe blooms behind your eyes, your orgasm a colour show that brightens the sun, the dawn, the sky. Chanyeol comes alive beneath you, your thighs trembling as you feel wetness spill from you, smearing him and yourself, drenched by the force of your pleasure. Against his chest, you tremble, shattering by the force of his touch and his thrusts.

Inside you, Chanyeol spills, his thrusts shuddering with a violence that feels sinful, the heat of his come spilling into you, warming you, much like the beams of the sun in the morning haze. He moans as he comes, long and thunderous, a storm that breaks against your skin, cosmic and unyielding in its force. Your name echoes off your bones, off the clouds, into the distance as he thrusts and thrusts, slowing with each move of his hips until he stills inside you, panting for breath as you cling to him, feeling vulnerable and so impossibly alive.

You aren’t sure how long you stay like that, breathing with one another, stroking his hair as he kisses at your neck. Over time, your breaths align, breathing together in a unison that feels harmonious, musical in its cadences. Chanyeol softens inside you, mumbles a soft curse as he pulls out, rolling onto his back not before he pulls you to his chest, keeping the same even rhythm of your breath as you watch the day bleed and break, dawn turning into early morning much too soon for your liking.

Eyes feeling heavy, you feel yourself begin to doze when he inhales sharply, taking the opportunity to speak.

‘I’m gonna think about your face when you come for a week,’ he announces, still gazing up at the ceiling as his fingers stroke idly down his spine.

Smiling, you glance up at him, lifting your hand to trace along the hard edge of his jaw. ‘If you take my number, you won’t have to only think about it.’

Taking his turn to glance down at you, you smile at one another, letting the morning and the light carry you. And, in your hands, you hold the sun, the morning, and the music, the waves of the universe vibrating, lovingly, beneath your fingers.

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gemsofthegalaxy · 4 years

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for the wip title game I will be That Guy™ and ask for Cutsey shit Ft Tani bc our aus are great lol but ALSO! i wanna know more abt One Hell of a Night 👀👀

OKAY so i literally have no idea what Cutsey Shit Ft Tani so here we goooooooo.

Apparently it’s a literal copy paste of some of our message history? I have no idea what we’re talking about though gsfdjhksdfj

Okok, the first part is us talking about Minkowski sleeptalking and Eiffel making Hera record her sleeptalking to prove that she does it.

You: ok but he gets so used to her creepy sleeptalking that one day she doesnt say anything and he worries bc renée you're still alive right? cons of having someone who sleeps like a tomb but also talks in her sleep

me: He shakes her awake in the middle of the night worrying she was dead and she’s like “you couldn’t like LOOK to see if my chest was rising or check my pulse?” And he’s like “I PANICKED OKAY” She’s like “likely story. This is punishment for when i wake you up getting out of bed for my morning jog”

me: Sometimes when hes already half awake he latches onto her and tries to prevent her from leaving like “wouldnt you rather snuggle?? Dont leave me. I love you. I can make it worth your while ;) ;) cmon baby” but mostly he doesnt want her to leave because she’s warm

you: every once in a while tho he just agressively snuggles her bc its /too cold/ and shes /so warm/ and /just a few more minutes.../ and shes like u g h .............. i guess i could go jog later.........

and eventually you got into super cute min/effiel/koudelka shit like TTuTT

also, then we just talk at LENGTH about them flirting, how bad they would be at it, getting messed up/confused about who is flirting, IF theyre flirting, etc,

me: oh my GOD that's so very them and yes especially eiffel but like. what if renee is actually terrible at flirting?

you: you KNOW IT

me: like she's all very unintentionally endearing and adorable and sure she can be sexy but it's more likely to happen when she's already super comfortable and trying less hard but when she's initially trying to flirt she's just??? so bad??? so awkward

I still stand by this, Min would be a terrible flirt but her men love her anyway!!!

ALSO:

me: I can also see her trying to flirt terribly in the principal-single dad AU when she’s like bringing him rock climbing and to absurd weird concerts and he just goes to spend time and he tries to flirt and she flirts back but like he can’t really tell if she’s flirting because it’s like subtle and kinda awkward ?? So he’s like.. is she joking around with me? Humoring me? Trying to DEFLECT my flirting and just be friendly??? He just doesnt know

pour one out for our Principal/Single Dad au tbh i think that might be one of my absolute favourite aus we came up with!!!! i really really love it.

the minffel part is long so i’m putting one hell of a night under the cut ;)

one hell of a night is also like. Nsfw. it’s got very chaotic horny energy. I’m not sure if i’m gonna have the Courage to post it because tbh.............. sex involving a lizard person was awko to write!! lol and im very scared of being judged >_>

anyway, the premise of that was just... what if Rilla was a sexy vampire living with her Monster BF Arum, and Damien was a traveling Evil Slayer posing as a knight who sought shelter at their place during the ~a rainstorm~

:> here’s a special preview:

“Arum pulled back and, only a moment later, there was a loud knock on the door, three times in quick succession. Arum’s claws dug into Rilla’s waist.

Rilla gasped, her eyes going wide. “Help me get dressed,” Rilla said, tearing away from Arum and grabbing her corset, placing it haphazardly around herself and clasping the busk. She started to use magic to lace it in the back.

“What, why?” Arum said, picking up her dress from the ground and handing it to her. She raised her arms and he helped her get into it.

“Someone just knocked on the door!” she said. There was another knock, three times.

“It’s the human, you’re not going to answer it, are you, tktktk?”

“Yes!” Rilla said, and she ran a hand upwards in the air to do up the buttons in the back. “Go hide,” she said.

“What? Why?” Arum asked again. “Amaryllis, he could be dangerous! We can just pretend we are not home, or that this place is abandoned. Why would you open the door?”

Rilla just clicked her tongue, “I could just kill him, and then you don’t have to worry anymore!” she said, smirking.

“Amaryllis, no! You can’t just kill people,” Arum said, entirely incredulous. Rilla laughed.

“I’m kidding! I’m just gonna hypnotize him, Arum! Then, I can send him out and he’ll never return to this place. Easy as pie, and you can actually stop worrying about it. Now, get out,” Rilla pointed to the door in the back of the room, leading through to a dining room, and then the kitchen, and then the backyard. “If he’s from the Citadel, he won’t take kindly to monsters.”

:D thank you sooo much for asking me about these~ it was literally so fun to go back and look through stuff sdjgfhsk

#answered #minffel #rad bouquet #like technically its in the second part #taniushka12

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thinger-strang · 4 years

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For the writing questions! 1, 3, 10, & 17!

hey hey hey!!!

1. If you’re an author, how many WIPs do you currently have? (Be honest!)

oh fuck okay, shit, dont judge me.........i think im at 57, i have a really hard time writing and keeping up with it (because its hard for me to see all of it, get a good idea of how much more it needs, unlike a drawing, i can see the whole things and figure out what needs fixing by looking, not reading, idk its complicated)

3. Do you prefer canonverse or AUs?

i definitely prefer au's i think? mostly because an au can be literally anything and its not like shut in by rules people i dont even know made up? idk maybe thats just me

10. Mutual pining or enemies to friends to lovers?

both! i think these two tropes mesh really well together, i think i lean more towards mutual pining but both of these together (especially for harringrove) are chef's kisses

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

oh FUCK okay im actually drawing things up for this right now? but uh the premise is tattoo artist!steve and flower shop owner!billy and it gets a lot more in depth after that but some cute details ive worked out so far are; steve and robin become accidental owners of this tattoo parlor and live in the apartment above it, billy and max moved to hawkins from cali to escape an abusive household (wow go figure i know) and billy drives a motorcycle and max has the camero, billy has a whole sleeve of flower tattoos and does all the heavy lifting for his and max's flower shop while she does all the face to face stuff, steve, despite being a tattoo artist, has 0 tattoos! but by the end if the fic he gets a tattoo of billys favorite flower on his forearm! (this while absolutely also feature robin and barb as gfs bc im a huge sucker for that ship, benny and mr. clark, and joyce and hopper, the kids will probably be mixed in too, idk how yet tho)

#rambles #i need to go through my wips #half of those are probably combined or like‚‚‚posted lol

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gamerwoo · 5 years

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Wonwoo: Sharing is Caring but I Don’t Care

Anonymous asked: seeing these pictures of wonwoo... he really reminds me of a cat, soo, idk if youre gonna like this request, but can i request a fic with cat hybrid!wonwoo? something fluffy with a little bit of angst maybe? i dont really have a decent prompt, but maybe wonu having a typical cat behaviour until he starts to get jealous about smth?

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader (kinda sorta Mingyu x female reader too)

Genre/warnings: hybrid au, fluff but like angsty fluff

Word count: 5,418

Summary: All cat hybrids are different, but Wonwoo is exactly what you’d expect: reclusive, only wants attention for a limited amount of time, and slightly passive aggressive. You don’t mind, you love Wonwoo all the same. But he suddenly gets a lot more clingy after your best friend asks you to babysit the dog hybrid he’s fostering that seems to take a liking to you.

a/n: the pictures the anon is talking about are these and they ruined my l i f e. and there’s probably gonna be a part 2 because ya girl got carried away with ideas. also also uh i didn’t feel like changing the title from its wip title so i kept it dsjfhkds

As you moved around the apartment to clean up the place a little, Wonwoo just watched from where he lounged on the couch. He didn’t make any moves to help, but he didn’t seem amused watching you, either. His eyes lazily followed your movements almost like he was judging what you were doing. But you also knew if you weren’t doing it right, he would’ve said something.

Wonwoo wasn’t a bad hybrid. He wasn’t an asshole even though he could kind of be one sometimes. He loved to lay his head in your lap, curl up beside you and let you read to him, and he always slept in bed with you. But he was a cat hybrid, and some of the just happened to be the stereotypical cat-type -- Wonwoo included. So he also liked to be lazy and judge you silently fro the couch.

Wonwoo’s ears suddenly twitched as he lifted his head. He looked toward the door, hearing two pairs of footsteps coming down the hall, along with a male voice excitedly asking questions. He didn’t recognize the voice, so he expected the two people to just carry on passed the apartment, but he fully sat up when he heard a knock at the door.

“Coming!” you called, putting the picture frame you were dusting down and jogging to the door.

“We have visitors?” Wonwoo asked. “You didn’t say anything about visitors.”

“Seungcheol’s fostering a hybrid so I said he could bring them to visit,” you told him over your shoulder, leaving your dusting cloth on the counter as you made your way to the door. When you opened it, you were met with your best friend smiling at you, and a taller boy with floppy brown ears grinning from ear-to-ear behind him. “Hey, Cheol!”

“Thanks for letting me come over at such short notice,” he breathed, holding his arms out for a hug. When he let go, he gestured behind him. “This is Mingyu. Gyu, this is _____.”

“Hi!” he chirped with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you! I’ve seen the pictures of you and Seungcheol-hyung all over the house. He said you’ve been best friends since high school.”

You nodded with a chuckle. Mingyu sure liked to talk.

“You know, I have a hybrid, too,” you told him. “Maybe you could be friends.”

“Really?!” Mingyu grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“God, I hope so,” Seungcheol chuckled. He scratched the back of his head, averting his eyes from you. “I was kinda hoping you could babysit Mingyu this weekend, but I know Wonwoo can be...Wonwoo... But Joshua can’t because Mingyu scared Seokminnie, and Jeonghan can’t because Mingyu and Jun are allergic to each other.”

“But I like Junhui...” Mingyu mumbled sadly.

“I know, Gyu,” Seungcheol sighed, “but you sneeze every thirty seconds.”

“Come in, we’ll introduce them,” you said, stepping back to allow the two into your apartment. You turned your head to look into the living room, expecting to see Wonwoo peeking over the back of the couch, but of course, the cat was gone, “if I can find Wonwoo...”

“I can!” Mingyu volunteered.

“Gyu, you’ll scare him,” Seungcheol chuckled, gesturing for the puppy to follow him to the living room and stay put. “Let _____ do it, okay?”

As you went passed the couch to go down the hall, hoping to find Wonwoo in your bedroom or something, you could hear Mingyu going on and on about how he liked the apartment and hoped Wonwoo would want to be his friend. Seungcheol was trying to keep the pup’s hopes from getting too high -- he knew how Wonwoo could be with new people -- but Mingyu just wanted to make some friends. You hoped Wonwoo at least wouldn’t mind having Mingyu around this weekend because you felt bad for the poor hybrid.

“Wonwoo,” you sang as you poked your head into the guest room, the bathroom, and the closet down the hallway before you got to the bedroom. The door was left cracked, so you pushed it open. “Wonwoo, where are you?”

He was sitting on your bed, smack dab in the middle. His tail was wrapped around himself as he sat criss-cross with your Switch in his hands. He merely glanced up at you in disinterest before he looked back at the screen.

“I’m not playing with that dog,” he mumbled, carrying on with his game.

“Come on, Mingyu’s nice,” you reassured him.

“That’s great, but I’m still not playing with him,” he stated.

You let out a huff of air, blowing some hair away from your face as you crossed your arms. You knew if Wonwoo didn’t want to do something, he absolutely wasn’t going to do it. However, you also didn’t want this to interfere with helping out your friend.

“Would you be okay if Mingyu stayed with us for the weekend?” you wondered softly.

He shrugged, “As long as he gives me my space.”

“He’ll sleep in the guest room and I’m sure Seungcheol will send him over with his own toys,” you promised with a nod.

“Go for it,” he sighed. “Just make sure you get rid of the dog smell when he goes home.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you chuckled, though you were so happy that Wonwoo agreed. “Thanks, Woo! I owe you a lot of treats.”

“I know,” he deadpanned before you left the room.

You all but skipped back to the living room where Mingyu was walking around slowly as he sniffed just about everything. He noticed you in the doorway and looked at you, his tail wagging just from your presence.

“Wonwoo doesn’t want to come out right now, but he’s cool with Mingyu staying for--”

Mingyu was over to you before you could finish your sentence, his large arms around you as he nuzzled into your hair, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Mingyu, calm down--”

“It’s okay,” you giggled, rubbing Mingyu’s back as you hugged him. “Wonwoo’s never this affectionate.”

Mingyu pulled back a little to look at you with a giggle of his own, “You smell nice!”

“Thanks,” you laughed, reaching up to scratch behind his right ear. “I’ll have fun having you around this weekend.”

“You don’t know what this means to me,” Seungcheol smiled as he stood from the couch. “I love Gyu but he’s having a hard time making friends.”

“We’re friends now!” Mingyu announced happily. “Right, _____? She’s the perfect height and everything! She even likes my hugs, hyung!”

“She does put up with you pretty well,” Seungcheol snorted before he gave you a serious look. “Really, _____, thank you.”

You shrugged, “Don’t thank me. It’s no big deal.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Wonwoo isn’t jealous at all?”

“He doesn’t seem it.”

Seungcheol just nodded with an almost nervous-sounding chuckle, “Wonwoo’s a cat and Mingyu’s a dog. You sure you know what you’re getting into?”

“It’s not that bad, dude,” you reassured him. “Wonwoo’s never been jealous -- not even of Hansol.”

But the reassurance was also half for yourself because you really didn’t know how Wonwoo would react with a dog that was much more excitable than Hansol in the apartment for the weekend. But you were sure it would be okay. ...Right?

The whole afternoon was spent with Mingyu climbing all over you -- curling up in your lap (”he thinks he’s a lapdog. he isn’t.”), resting his head on your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck, and asking you to scratch behind his ears. Mingyu was definitely an affectionate pup, that was for sure. But it was cute -- he was cute.

When you went back to your bedroom to get ready for bed, Wonwoo was still in the same spot as before. He even still had the Switch in his hand, glancing up when you entered as the tip of his tail twitched.

“What is that?” he suddenly asked as you opened your drawer.

“What’s what?” you asked, rummaging through your pajamas.

“You smell awful,” he stated blankly.

“Mingyu was all over me,” you laughed fondly, shaking your head at the memory of the happy dog hybrid. “He’s so cute, Woo! He sat in my lap and was super cuddly and sweet! You’re gonna love him!”

His nose scrunched up as he shook his head and turned away from you, laying on his stomach toward the headboard. “Go take a shower.”

“You take a shower,” you shot back even though showering was exactly what you planned on doing.

After you left, Wonwoo was grumbling to himself. Why did you seem to like this stupid dog so much? You had him, what was so great about an overly-excited fleabag?

Wonwoo had never been jealous over you. Not when Vernon said you give the best treats or when Jihoon seemed to only like you out of all of Soonyoung’s friends. Maybe it was just because Mingyu was a dog but Wonwoo didn’t like that you and him seemed to get along so well.

So when you came back into the room and flopped down into bed to go to sleep, Wonwoo shut off the Switch and got under the covers, laying down right beside you instead of curling up on his side like he did about half the time. Since you were laying on your stomach, he nuzzled under you to your arm would go around him and he could bury his face in your neck.

You chuckled, not used to Wonwoo being so cuddly unless he decided to lay on top of you, “You alright, Woo?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “You still smell like dog, though.”

“It’ll go away,” you promised with a yawn. “Go to sleep.”

But he frowned because it wouldn’t go away with that mongrel staying at the apartment that weekend. So he nuzzled closer and hoped he could cover you in his own scent to keep Mingyu away.

Mingyu was dropped off Saturday morning. Wonwoo was sitting on the back of the couch, one leg curled in a half-criss-cross kind of position while the other was on the seat of the couch to keep him in place. He had a bowl of cereal balanced in one hand and a spoon in the other as he watched his favorite Twitch streamer to wake up. But when he heard the knock at the door, he froze and turned his head sharply around to see who exactly this dog was that you liked so much.

He didn’t like him. As soon as the door opened and he saw the wide grin spread across Mingyu’s face before he tackled you in a hug, he didn’t like him. His upper lip curled as he let out a low growl, getting off the couch and leaving his breakfast on the coffee table to slink over to you and keep that dog away from you.

“Alright, that’s enough, Gyu,” Seungcheol chuckled, prying the excited hybrid off of you. “Thanks again for-- Oh, hey Wonwoo.”

You felt Wonwoo’s arms snake around your waist fro behind, his chin resting comfortably on your shoulder. Wonwoo had never hugged you like this but you just reached up to pat his head. You didn’t see it but his eyes were narrowed, their target being Mingyu who now stood behind Seungcheol so the boy could keep him at bay.

“Hi,” he mumbled.

“Woo, this is--”

“Mingyu,” he cut you off, holding you tighter, “I know.”

“Hi!” Mingyu waved enthusiastically. “I’ve seen pictures of you all over _____’s living room. You’re really pretty!”

Wonwoo made a face but didn’t say anything. Why was he pretty?

“He is, isn’t he?” you agreed, turning your head to smile at him and stroke his pointed ears.

Alright, so maybe being pretty wasn’t so bad.

It didn’t take long for Seungcheol to get Mingyu settled in. He had a small bag for overnight containing clothes and toys he liked to play with, along with his favorite plush that he slept with, and a few snacks and treats that he liked best. And then he was off for the weekend, leaving you alone with the puppy and your cat that seemed a little...clingier than usual.

You’d never seen Wonwoo like this. The only time he’d ever get cuddly was when you felt sick or had particularly bad cramps, or if he felt really sick. Even then, though, he would just curl up beside you and let you play with his hair. He never really clung to you or seemed almost possessive over you like now.

You sat on the couch, so Wonwoo went with you -- he wanted to finish his breakfast anyway. He sat right beside you, his leg touching yours as he picked his bowl back up and continued eating as usual. Mingyu trailed behind, sniffing everything again now that the scent of cat was more prominent with Wonwoo actually in the room rather than hiding away somewhere.

“Have you ever hung around a cat before, Gyu?” you wondered, turning your head to look at the hybrid that was wandering around with his tail wagging at a slow speed.

He looked over when he heard his name, his brown eyes going wide, “Nope! The shelter said I was too aggressive with their cat hybrids. I got along with Junhui, though! He’s a bunny.”

“I know, I’ve met him,” you chuckled. “So you’re allergic to bunnies?”

‘Why can’t he be allergic to cats so he can’t stay here?’ Wonwoo thought to himself.

Though, he did tell you that Mingyu could stay, but that was before he knew how well you and him got along.

Mingyu walked around the couch and sat down on your other side, resting his head on your shoulder, “Yeah, unfortunately. I liked Jun, too.”

Wonwoo glanced over before doing a double take when he noticed Mingyu’s head on your shoulder. His eyes narrowed as you reached over to run your fingers through his tousled brown hair, making him close his eyes and hum in content.

You suddenly had Wonwoo sitting in your lap, subtly nudging Mingyu away from you. He laid his head back against your shoulder as he continued to eat his breakfast, his eyes on the TV.

“_____, can you play with my hair?” he asked softly.

“Y-yeah...” you mumbled, unsure why Wonwoo was acting like this, “okay.”

As the room filled with Wonwoo’s content purr, Mingyu just curled his knees to his chest and watched the television too. He didn’t seem to mind that Wonwoo had your attention now since he knew you were Wonwoo’s owner and not his, so he just settled for sitting next to you and watching TV for now.

Wonwoo, however, was smirking to himself, thinking he’d won some competition that was only existent in his own head.

Wonwoo laid all over you all morning. When he finished his breakfast, he continued to sit in your lap and make you play with his ears while he commentated on the stream he was watching.

Before lunch, you decided Mingyu should get outside for a little since he was getting sort of restless. You could tell when he started trying to bat at Wonwoo’s tail which made the cat hiss and glare at him. You had to scold Wonwoo -- he hardly ever listened to you when you scolded him, though -- and promise Mingyu you’d take him outside to play properly before anything escalated. The last thing you needed was two hybrids fighting.

Wonwoo didn’t like going outside. He liked to stay inside, take naps, read, and play games. But Mingyu? As soon as he was in the yard of the apartment building, he took off running. He threw himself down in the grass and soaked up the sun while you set up a little blanket to sit down under the shade of a tree to keep Wonwoo happy.

“_____,” he grabbed onto your wrist as you went to walk over to Mingyu to toss a frisbee around with him, “sit with me.”

He pulled you down to sit beside him before laying his head on your shoulder, his legs stretching out beside you.

“Are you feeling okay, Woo?” you asked softly.

He nodded before tilting his head up, burying his nose in your neck before sniffing you. You giggled at how it tickled before he was nuzzling into your neck to cover you in his scent rather than the hint of dog that he could smell from Mingyu on you. You laughed louder as his hair tickled your skin, but you weren’t going to stop Wonwoo from doing whatever it was that he was doing.

“Why do you have to smell like him already?” Wonwoo complained.

You laughed as Wonwoo finally settled into you, choosing to curl up beside you and rest his head on your stomach -- he always said he loved how soft your tummy was and it typically was his favorite place to lay.

“Mingyu never complains about me smelling like you,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, because he should know you’re mi-- M-my owner,” Wonwoo stated. “He doesn’t get to complain about you.”

“And you do?”

“Yes!”

“_____!” Mingyu called over to you, sitting up in the grass with his hair a mess from rolling around. “Can we play catch or something?”

“Yeah, of course!” you grinned, going to push yourself up and grab the brightly colored ball Seungcheol packed to toss back and forth with Mingyu.

Instead, though, you felt a weight in your lap that held you down. Wonwoo had climbed into your lap, letting his legs stretch out beside you in the grass. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your shoulder, and you faintly heard a very quiet growl come from him.

“What’re you doing?” you chuckled.

“You can throw the ball from here,” he stated with a short huff.

“Woo, we’re playing catch, not fetch.”

“You have hands to catch.”

You frowned, “Not with you sitting in my lap like this. What if you get hit with the ball?”

Wonwoo smirked, happy that you cared about him not getting hurt, but he also knew he could use that to his advantage, “Then don’t play.”

“Wonwoo, I can’t just ignore Mingyu,” you told him, lightly pushing him off of your lap so you could stand up. You went over to the bag and grabbed the ball before jogging closer to Mingyu. “Coming, Gyu!”

And that left Wonwoo to pout alone in the shade, laying down and curling up as he watched you and Mingyu toss the ball back and forth.

“Lunch, then nap time. Mingyu, you need a shower.”

Everyone was fed, and you sent Mingyu to the shower along with clean clothes and the toiletries that were packed for him. You decided to wait for Mingyu to be done, telling Wonwoo he could go play his Switch until you went to go nap, but he refused to leave your side. You wondered if maybe Wonwoo was jealous of Mingyu now, but Wonwoo had never been jealous of anybody else. Why would he be jealous now?

Wonwoo’s head was in your lap, having you play with his hair while he stroked his tail between his fingers. That’s how Mingyu found the two of you on the couch when he came out of the bathroom, his hair still damp and his t-shirt held in his left hand instead of on his body. Judging from the big yawn he let out, you assumed he was tired from all the energy he burned outside.

“Nap?” you asked with a chuckle.

He nodded.

“I’ll get you settled in the guest room,” you said, carefully sitting Wonwoo up before you got up. “C’mon, Woo.”

Wonwoo immediately got up and followed you, grabbing onto one of your hands with both of his as he trailed along. Mingyu followed the both of you, rubbing his eyes as he went. Thankfully, the guest room was at the begging of the short hallway that he’d just come from.

“Here you go,” you opened the door to show off the simple room with the bed already made up. “It’s not much, but it’s just for a night so--”

“I get my own bed?” Mingyu asked excitedly, moving between you and Wonwoo to see inside the room -- making Wonwoo hiss quietly at him before stalking off toward your room.

“You don’t have your own bed at Seungcheol’s?” you asked.

He shook his head, “No, I like cuddling with him. But I never get to spread out.”

“Now you can,” you laughed, gesturing for him to go into the room.

Mingyu ran into the room and flopped down on the bed. He seemed way more excited than you thought he’d be, but that made you happy. You were actually kind of nervous that Mingyu would find the room too plain or boring.

Once you had tucked Mingyu in, you told him to wake you up if he needed anything before closing the door and heading to your room. Wonwoo was already laying down on the bed, curled up under the blankets on his side of the bed. You took off your jeans before you got in on your side and got comfortable.

“_____?” Wonwoo’s voice was quiet when he spoke up.

You kept your eyes closed, only humming in response. You were way too tuckered out from Mingyu to actually reply.

“You don’t like Mingyu more than me, do you?” he wondered, his voice smaller than you’d ever heard it.

Your eyes opened, and you rolled over to face Wonwoo. Instead of looking annoyed like he had all day, he looked nervous and afraid. You’d only seen him look at you like that when you first found him.

“Of course I don’t, Wonwoo,” you frowned, reaching up a hand to play with his ears. “Why would you think that?”

“You liked how affectionate he is... He’s all over you, I hate it! You’re mine, not his!”

Your suspicions were correct -- Wonwoo was very jealous of Mingyu.

“Aw, Woo,” you chuckled, letting your hands trail from his ears to his hair to card through it, “are you jealous?”

“No!” he said defensively with a pout. “I just...don’t...like him...b-being all over you like he owns you.”

“Mingyu’s just excited! He’s a foster so he doesn’t have a lot of friends other than Seungcheol, and he can’t keep Mingyu forever, anyway.”

“That doesn’t mean he can take you.”

“He’s not taking me from you, Wonwoo. I like Mingyu, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. If I didn’t like you how you are, I wouldn’t have taken you in, right?”

Wonwoo cast his eyes down, fidgeting with his tail, “I guess so...”

Wonwoo put an arm around you and nuzzled into your chest, letting out a deep sigh. You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you rested your chin on his head and wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled.

“I know,” you giggled softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Wonwoo’s loud purring was enough to quickly lull you to sleep, but he stayed awake even after your breathing evened out and your soft snores filled his ears. He pulled away just enough to look at your sleeping face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he nuzzled into your neck and sandwiched one of his legs between yours.

“All mine,” he mumbled before he fell asleep in your arms.

“Wonwoo was right,” Mingyu commented after a few minutes of resting his head on your right thigh, “your thighs are comfy.”

“Nobody asked,” Wonwoo scoffed as he kneaded into your left thigh with his hands as he often did -- he always mentioned they were soft and squishy and fun to knead into, “but thanks for telling me I’m right.”

Mingyu tipped his head back to look up at the cat that was flashing him a cocky grin, but he didn’t seem to mind. Honestly, he was just happy Wonwoo was talking to him at all.

Wonwoo wasn’t necessarily getting along with Mingyu, but they weren’t fighting. Bickering was more like it, but it was never ending. You didn’t mind it, either, though. Wonwoo at least wasn’t hiding or just completely ignoring the poor hybrid, so you were just content that Wonwoo was speaking to him at all. He was still definitely being territorial, but at least he had calmed down enough to sort of share you.

“You’re lucky, Wonwoo,” Mingyu sighed. “_____ is perfect. She’s warm and soft, and she’s tall like us so she can keep up.”

“Did you have another owner before, Gyu?” you wondered.

He shook his head, “No, but the girl that took care of me before was really short and tiny. She said she had a hard time controlling me and it made me sad.”

“_____ is the best,” Wonwoo agreed with a nod, though his tone was more on the colder side, “and she’s my owner.”

“I can visit a lot, right?” Mingyu asked, looking up at you with his big, brown eyes.

The question tugged at your heart strings because you knew Mingyu wasn’t staying with Seungcheol forever. In fact, if things went well, Seungcheol would come back and announce that Mingyu had a new owner now that would give him all the love and attention he could ever want. But that meant you wouldn’t see the cute puppy hybrid anymore.

“Sure, Gyu,” you lied with a smile that looked a little sadder than you wanted, your hand running through his fluffy hair.

Wonwoo was still awake playing his Switch when the door to the bedroom slowly opened. It was the middle of the night and he had heard Mingyu whining from his room, but he chose to ignore it in favor of playing Pokemon. But now that the tall puppy was standing in the room, rubbing one of his eyes, Wonwoo was forced to deal with him.

“Wonwoo?” Mingyu’s voice was still groggy with just a tinge of sadness in it. “Can I sleep in here?”

“Why?” Wonwoo asked, his voice monotone. He was laying above the blanket, his head resting on your stomach while you slept soundly.

“It’s lonely in the guest room,” the younger hybrid whined. “I need to sleep with somebody.”

Wonwoo wanted to snap at Mingyu and tell him to go back to sleep in the guest room, but he knew you’d be upset with him if you woke up to them bickering.

‘It’s just one night,’ he had to remind himself, ‘He’ll be gone tomorrow morning.’

Wonwoo let out a sigh as he shut off his game and sat up to set it on the nightstand, “Other side.”

As Wonwoo got under the covers, Mingyu closed the door and quickly got into bed on the other side, trying to slip in and lay on what little space was left. Wonwoo was quick to move you closer to himself and roll you over so you were facing him, keeping you close and away from Mingyu on your other side.

“Thank you,” Mingyu whispered once he got comfortable.

“Uh huh,” was all he replied with, nuzzling into your neck and curling up to sleep.

“Goodnight, Wonwoo,” Mingyu said as he curled up in his little space.

“Just go to sleep.”

You woke up in a tangle of long limbs, not even really sure which were you own. Wonwoo was in front of you, his head somehow up under your shirt as his hands gripped your hips, kneading into them in his sleep. You felt warmth on your back, too, and loud snores in your ear from who you could only assume was Mingyu. The three of you had your legs tangled together in a mess under the covers, and you were almost sweating from the heat of both hybrids trapped under the blankets.

Instead of waking them, you let them sleep until they woke up. Mingyu was the first to wake up, his nose pressed into the back of your neck. Wonwoo woke up soon after, yawning against your stomach before he was trying to poke his head out of the top of your shirt, unsure of where he was even though it wasn’t the first time he’d done that -- he just really liked warm things.

Next was the task of untangling the three of you. Wonwoo was the only one who seemed displeased with the position. He didn’t like that Mingyu was touching you, but he especially didn’t like that Mingyu was touching him. But you and Mingyu found the whole thing hilarious, especially when Wonwoo fell out of bed with a surprised yelp.

You made the two boys breakfast and sat between them on the couch. Wonwoo curled up with his head in your lap once he was done eating while Mingyu laid his head on your shoulder and giggled every now and then at whatever Wonwoo had put on the TV.

You’d done a lot of thinking since the previous evening. You didn’t like the thought of Mingyu leaving because you actually enjoyed having him around. Sure, him and Wonwoo weren’t exactly a match made in heaven, but the two at least tolerated each other -- more so Wonwoo tolerated Mingyu since Gyu seemed to like the older boy all the same. You enjoyed waking up with both of them, taking care of both of them, and just having an extra person to have around. You were sad to know Mingyu would be leaving in only a few short--

There was a knock at the door, and both hybrids suddenly sat up straight and looked toward the door. Mingyu was on his feet in seconds, tail wagging as he leaped over the couch to go to the door. You followed behind him with Wonwoo trailing cautiously behind even though he assumed it was Seungcheol who was here -- he just knew that it would cause a lot of excitement for Mingyu, and he didn’t want to deal with that commotion.

You opened the door, and sure enough, Mingyu tackled Seungcheol in a big hug, sniffing all over him as he excitedly began to babble about his weekend and how much he missed the older boy.

“He wasn’t too much of a handful, was he?” Seungcheol asked when he’d finally calmed down.

“Not at all,” you told him as Wonwoo slunk off back to the living room to curl up by the space heater. “He was actually really great to have around. I’ll miss him.”

“I’ll visit!” Mingyu promised.

“So...how’d it go?” you asked Seungcheol quietly.

Seungcheol gave you a look that clearly said things didn’t go well. You weren’t sure if the person simply didn’t want Mingyu or if Seungcheol had decided the person wouldn’t be a good fit for him, but it was clear that Mingyu would end up going to a shelter soon instead.

“Seungcheol,” Mingyu frowned, cocking his head to one side, “why do you look so sad? What’s wrong?”

Seungcheol sighed, running both hands through his hair, “Gyu, I have something to tell you... You’re--”

“Staying here,” you blurted.

Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed, looking between you and Seungcheol -- even Seungcheol looked surprised, “I am?”

“Yeah! I adopted you,” you told him with a warm smile. “You get to stay with me and Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo lifted his head, his ears twitching as he listened to you speak, “He does?”

“I do?!” Mingyu was grinning widely now.

You looked over to Wonwoo with an apologetic smile as Mingyu began to celebrate, “You don’t mind, right, Woo?”

“I guess not...” he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“I’m so happy!” Mingyu giggled, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Hope you know what you’re getting into,” Seungcheol teased, though you could tell he was incredibly happy and thankful that you decided to take in the poor pup.

You were pretty sure you knew what you were getting yourself into, and you were sure it wasn’t as bad as Seungcheol thought it would be. You’d already talked to Wonwoo before and reassured him that you’d never love him any less, and that seemed to ease at least a little bit of tension between him and Mingyu. So maybe they’d become close over time.

But when Mingyu got too excited and licked your cheek, Wonwoo’s eyes narrowed as his tail twitched in annoyance.

You definitely had no idea what you were getting into.

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throwing-summers-at-the-walls · 4 years

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Hello again ☺️Yes, that would have been really cool! I already read two of your recomnendations and i love them so thank you again for sharing! I can understand you being unsure of your writing but i bet there are people who will love it. Judging from how you answer your asks and how much you love John i have no doubt that i would love it. But if you dont wanna post it anywhere i would completely understand too. (1)

Im glad i came around to like Root cause otherwise it would have been hard to watch season 4 & 5 cause she appears a lot. I think part of it is cause i watched it witch my family and my dad loves her so i started to like her more too (you know who you love sth cause someone else loves it?) and then eventually i liked her to. Shaw i loved from day one and i loved her sibling energy with John. The John and Shaw dynamic was one of my favorites. I love their teasing and their chaotic energy (2)

As for Shoot i think its kinda cool that the writers just went with it cause of the chemistry and i like Shoot a lot. John and Harold would be amazing too (i mean whats better than one queer couple? Two queer couples!) And there are some parallels between the ships so there was room for both of them. Eventhough Harold and Grace is cute too. And i feel John has chemistry with almost everyone (not always romantic chemistry but also platonic chemistry if thats a Thing 😂) and (3)

in Addition to rinch i also really liked John with Zoe. The only one he had zero chemistry with was the theraphist imo. That ship was just weird. I wish they would have used that time for more Rinch scenes instead. -- yes someone who agrees about the happy end! I dont understand people who wish for a sad end. Like John is my fave character ever and i just want him to be happy with his newfound odd family and maybe someday adopt a cute baby with Harold or become an uncle or idk just be happy (4)

But in my Imagination he didnt die and someday he and Harold retired and started their quieter Happy life with Bear. --- yeah poi Reddit loves the later seasons and hates the first and i noticed they can get a bit mean with people who dont agree (thats why i only read and never write anything). Also said you could skip most of S1 which is just sad cause its a great season 😔 i will accept that i lost validity (is this even a Word?) for liking Root 😂 also yea 4x20 is the ep with the carter hallucinations so check it out. But a warning: Root appears :D sorry this ask got so long, but i just love talking to you and i always look forward to your replies :)

Hi !! Happy to see you're back :)

Glad you liked my recs ! I think there's quite an amount of fics with suicidal John out there actually. Not that surprising since it's canon.

I appreciate your support ! In the long run idk if it's healthy for me. Like a few months ago I fell back into ace attorney and I read a lot of fics about Miles being suicidal and it affected me negatively. Sometimes I purposefully seek out suicide fics. And it may not be the most healthy thing to do. So I'm not sure about that fic. Bc I do wanna write it, but idk if it'd be healthy, as catharsis, or unhealthy, as rumination. I mean I've been writing that body horror fic with some projection of my body issues and it's fine. But yeah I'm pretty sure that if I ever finish it I think I'll post it – after all I posted a fic in which John jumped off a bridge a long while ago before I got suicidal (foreshadowing my own life here lmao). I also wanna try to work on my other wips

Yeah I see, that's understandable. Ngl Root makes me not motivated to get to these seasons during my rewatch (which technically wouldn't be a rewatch). It's wild how I feel nothing for Shaw (she do be kinda hot tho,,,, muscles,,,,,) but I think it's mostly bc I wasn't that interested in her back then and it's been so long since I watched the show I don't remember shit about her. She'd be able to grow on me I think. Yeah I've seen a lot of posts about that "mayhem twins" dynamic around here it does sound cool. Also it's refreshing to have a male/female relationship that isn't turned into a forced romance. But I'll always have a soft spot for S1 and its four core characters.

It's nice if they have chemistry, I didn't feel like they did. Yeah I'm still disappointed that they didn't go for Rinch too. I mean come on their chemistry is so painfully obvious ! I dislike the word queer but mood pls just give me canon Rinch I'm fucking begging hhhhhhh. I'm quite sure the notion of chemistry works with non romantic relationships as well. John is definitely good with people. He looks scary and brooding but he's just a good man who wants to help people ! I love him so much and same he's my fav character of all time !! Also I love seeing him interact with kids he's so good with them. But I also love when he's being an absolute badass. Damn I always forget about Grace gkjdfkjfd I don't have anything against her though, Harold and her are cute together. (Not much into the grace/harold/john OT3 tho, I've seen it around after return 0 but :/ not my thing. But hey good for people who like it.)

I liked John and Zoe too. Even if he had chemistry with Iris it's so cringe, didn't think poi would fall as low as portraying such a relationship between a therapist and a patient. Guess that shows the decrease in quality in the later seasons. Sad they did that shit when as you said they could have showed more Rinch. Like come ooon Rinch is just. Right fucking here. Just make it canon you cowards.

Yeah fuck sad endings (John didn't die obviously) I want my men to be happy and in love and live a good life together with their dog is that too much to ask. Like sometimes I read fics with MCD bc why not but most of the time I just want happiness. Fluffy domestic Rinch is so good ! Gives me so much life. I have a soft spot for married Rinch as well. Also while we're at it let me rec this domestic fluff fic:

Yeah not surprised. And you're right don't waste your time arguing on reddit lol it's not worth it. It baffles me when people say S1 is boring like ??? Where ?? There's literally soooo many eps I love in this season !! 📣📣📣number crunch is the best ep📣📣📣 Glad they stay over on reddit with their last seasons and their shit opinions about S1 smh. Like imagine being a fan of a show and disregarding the season that created the basis of the show and developed characters and relationships. Big brain time uh

I'm quite sure validity is an actual word, and that's how it be if you like root :/ I don't make the rules :/ you're the half valid anon now 😂

Oh well I shall endure root if it's a good ep ^^

It's cool !! I love your long asks !! I hope I didn't get lost in my own reply lmao

#anon #person of interest #half valid anon

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aharris00britney · 6 years

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ASKS 09

random stuff, some facts about me, some sims questions, video requests, hair sneak peaks, umm and other stuff too…. also I am 10 candies from being able to evolve that dumb fish so wig

Anonymous said: Do you have a car?

Nope!

Anonymous said: Hi wcif the shirts in your coming soon in June update ps I love your cc x

hey! for any WCIFs for that stuff, I am probably going to wait until the posts for the hairs are up because I know that people won’t check when the hairs are posted for my old wcifs.

@angelamariacalle said: you could make a WIP the eyes that you use in your post with ice cream?

i have no idea what you were trying to say ;-; the eyes I used are my default ones which you can download here

@ayoshi-sims said: Once you get this SHARE 6 facts about yourself and send it to your 10 favorite blogs ✨

I still play pokemon go (fight me)

I think that pop music was the best in 2007-2011 (One of the Boys, The Fame/The Fame Monster, Circus/Blackout, Animal/Cannibal, The best damn thing)

I am a super middle child! (two older siblings, and two younger ones as well)

I keep all my kpop albums on my dresser, with my Red Velvet one hanging in a red/white flower crown I own :)

My favorite food to snack on is either a tuna kit, or pickles

I am a bottom XD

Anonymous said: When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity!

aaaaah okay um

my kpop girlies i stan

my angel rocky (my old af pug)

my friends (irl and online <3)

the concept of love is always something that makes me happy omg i know that is cheesy but like… imagine finding someone that is perfect for you will always be there when you need and like just GOD I NEED A MAN NOW

charli xcx music umm yeah it’s 5 in the morning

Anonymous said: Hello, I was wondering if you have your sims on the gallery? Thanks for your time. :)

Yeah! I have a few sims for download on my origin which is SPOTHARRIS I also have them for download on this page

Anonymous said: Hello!! Just wondering wicf the freckles from the discontinued model in your older posts (e.g. momo buns) thank you!!! BTW I love your stuff soo much! :)

Hey! I no longer have that file or even know where I got them from :( Here is an OLD af wcif I answered of them though

Anonymous said: Where are you from?

I am from Virginia, which is on the east coast of the United States :)

Anonymous said: Hi!! I feel like this is such a silly question but oh well I’m a noob. If I use your Quartz eyes V2 will they be inherited in the next generation if my sims have kids? Same with your hair colors as well?

I honestly have no idea how any of that stuff works :( I’m sorry! I assume it should but also maybe not? ;-; again, sorry!

Anonymous said: omg the hair with the flowers in it! *-* i love!! will you also make a version without the flowers? I also wanted to say I’m really happy your life is going well and congrats on the 30k followers

thank you so much!! and I the hair will obvi have no flowers :P the flowers should be accessories if everything works out. There are some clipping issues rn but I think it is fixable :) here is a pic without the flowers. If you guys have any recommendations about then pls send them my way

Anonymous said: Would you ever consider doing really long curly hair like the singer Sza’s?

I personally don’t like super long hair in TS4, it just doesn’t look well with most clothes and has clipping/weight issues :( I’m sorry!!

Anonymous said: Do you know what happened to SimpleSimmer?

I don’t, no. But I am sure she is fine :) sometimes people just take breaks

Anonymous said: Hi! So, i really love your sim with the dark brown hair (for your hair cc) and i was wondering if you could ever share that sim! Because she has a beautiful face. Also i am wondering which skin overlay (etc) you are using! You can find me in the gallery under the name: xThisGirl (if that is an easier way for you to respond :)

Hey! You can find her download here, along with all my other sims :) I am glad you like her <3

Anonymous said: Hey! I know you probably won’t read this as fast but I wanted to ask, how do you shift the hairline to the side or any of that? Like your daisy hair, briana hair, and that one wip you had in a tutorial video of yours! I really want to do that but I just don’t know how :(

I will maybe record something for this! No promises bc I have to get someone to edit the videos for me and I don’t wanna bug him but I will see if he can edit it for me if I film it :) It is pretty simple to do once you get the hang of it

@sims4storiesandstuff said: I just wanted to say, your hairs are the shit! Absolutely stunning. I rarely use the EA hairs anymore! I think you deserve every follower you have.

Thank you so much!!! I really appreciate stuff like this <3 I don’t play the game myself much so it makes me happy knowing that my hairs make other peoples games so much more enjoyable uwu

Anonymous said: hello can you make please a video when you make a hair and upload it?

I would like to! I just do so many random things while doing a hair like showing pictures to friends and getting their advice. So I will have to see, would you guys mind if the video had conversation stuff in it? As I said earlier, someone edits the videos for me so I don’t wanna get him to do more work for it by editing them out :( I will look into it for sure though!

Anonymous said: That hair wip in your lil video tutorial is absolutely beautiful!! Can’t wait until it’s released !! 🧡🧡

thank you so much!! Here are some more pics of it:

Anonymous said: are you korean? If not, how can you like kpop if you dont understand it?

I am not korean haha, but music is about more than understanding. It is about the feelings it vibes you get from it and the moods it puts you in. People love screamo music even though it is hard to understand, and music like instrumentals and dubstep heavy are just… what the music makes you feel. I listen to ‘normal’ pop, kpop, instrumentals, artists like grimes that mumble their songs a lot with production heavy stuff. I think that as long as the music is something you enjoy, you shouldn’t be judged for liking it. I know you aren’t trying to be rude with this ask so don’t think I am attacking you please! I am just trying to give you some insight into why different music interests people :)

Anonymous said: I’m so happy to see that you’ve made a patreon account! you really make amazing CC and that’s such a gift to the community, I’m happy that now I get to feel like I can give something to you haha :) have a great day/evening!

thank you so much! and thank you for supporting <3

@lesyatim said: Hello, it’s not ask. I only want to say that you make very beautiful hair and THANK YOU! I Love You💕💕💕💕💕 P.S. I’m from Russia and I don’t now English very well♡)

thank you so much!! Спасибо большое (that is suppose to say thank you in german lmao)

Anonymous said: When did u make a skin?

it is a hidden gem :P It is mainly to fix the collarbones bc I use multiple skin overlays so I that is why is was never posted :)

Anonymous said: Congratulations i hope you have a happy family 😄

ummm?? I GOT IT I GOT I GOT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT

@dangerouskindofmind said: I actually don’t have a question! I just wanna say you are one of my favorite sims 4 creators out here. Your hairs; snatched. Your clothes; beautiful. Your sims; amazing. And your personality looks just as good lol. I’ve probably downloaded like 99.9% of your content and I just wanna say thank you for all you do to make my sims 4 experience loads better. I also hope you’re having a great day

thank you so much!!!! I appreciate it a ton, I love that my content makes people love this game more <3

Anonymous said: Just wanted to say that literally all of your CC is beautiful and from what I’ve seen, I absolutely adore your personality. Keep it up my dear, you’ve got crazy talent. Much love <3

thank you, thank you!!! My personality irl is kind of shitty lmao I am really shy and like reserved ;-; and it is just memorizing how to do some editing to hair meshes, not much talent involved <3 thank you so so much again though!! I love getting these kind of messages

Anonymous said: Are you gonna make an outerwear cc pack when the seasons expansion pack releases?

I don’t make much clothing CC so I highly doubt it. I am working on a swimsuit that I might post later this month though! We will see what happens though :D

Anonymous said: thank you very much for a playlist that you shared with One Shot,Two Shot,I’m totally in love ur the best

yesss BoA is such a queen, listen to the full mini album if you can! It is one of her best releases in my opinion.

Anonymous said: aharris00britney awnsered me,cuz I remember my question and it’s on the asks recent post AND i’ll shake this print in all my enemies face thx,I asked about the patreon and I’m doing it right now bby <3

hehe thank you!! <3 you show them enemies

– just so the eating ass juicy booty ask so yep that is all I have gotten in the past month that I can answer :P

#asks #i also got the shiny kyogre #i tried to battle a the evolved form of larvitar and lost #i have gotten like 4 absols from the research things tho

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grassepi · 6 years

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get to know the author

i got tagged by @yaoyoroses, which like, thank u sm?? this looks really fun to do. this got really long so i’m gonna put it under a read more so i don’t clog up anyone’s dash!

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

its a bit of a case of a normal name getting turned into a nickname and then a nickname getting turned into another nickname until it’s unrecognizable from the normal name? Grace -> Grass -> Grassepi !

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos).

all of them for Blue Petals, Silver Thorns ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . The yuri on ice fandom was crazy yo

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

it was supposed to be Uraraka from boku no hero academia, though I drew it without a ref so it’s a little off from how she looks in canon? I chose it cause I was really happy with how that doodle came out, though!

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

oh hell ya, ive made a lot of good friends through people commenting!! @dansantsouslalune first started editing my stories because she and i started talking in the comments! I’ve got a couple people who I ended up giving my skype so we could talk more easily, too. It’s a really nice way to make friendss

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

Close to the Chest (yahaba character study, kyouhaba), constantly, always, re-reading this one. uhhhhh I’m sure there have been some others but I re-read this like, every few months so I’ll just put this here.

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

...I’m subscribed to two stories.... I’m not the biggest fan of reading WIPs cause im a wimp, suffer under cliffhangers, and like to just read the whole story at once. I do keep more tabs open on my phone of stories I’m reading, which I guess count as subscriptions? So, 3 more stories that way! I’ve got 134 bookmarks, which isn’t really a lot compared to some people.

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

.............., fantasy. im a big slut for faeries and merpeople, i keep coming back to ittt

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

108 people are subscribed to me and ive got 1794 bookmarks across all my works

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

mmmm i guess i’m hesitant about writing anything explicit? like, even vanilla explicit stuff- i would be too embarrassed to ask anyone to edit that and even more embarrassed if any of my friends actually read it. ironic, because i read all my friend’s porn the instant it goes up lmao

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

every once in a while i go through like, blackout months where i post nothing and respond to no comments and i literally Do Not Mean To, i just look at my AO3 and go OH SHIT I HAVENT DONE ANYTHING IN OVER A MONTH, so maybe that? Also, writing longer fics... and shorter fics? I have a sweet spot around 20K which is... kind of unwieldy

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

popular ships, literally always... i dont say that because im trying to pander to a fanbase! i guess, i just? i’m one of those people who does base most of my shipping off canon relationships. no offence to rarepair writers, i just have a hard time sustaining the desire to write an entire fic about two character if they arent close in canon

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

,, bruh,, 56

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

mmm sometimes! i ponder them for usually a few hours and if i think it’s a good enough idea to make a whole story out of, i’ll write it down. one of my favourite things is outlining stories, so i have a lot of outlines for stories that i’ll never write tho

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

(weeps softly and gestures to the phineas and ferb/voltron au i wrote with my friend @horizon-runner) DISCLAIMER: this is meant to be written poorly, we wrote it for shit n giggles, go in with caution and patience lmao

16. How did you discover AO3?

oh my god i was like, “probably tumblr?” then i had a sudden vivid memory of reading a soulmaka fanfic on fanfiction.net and seeing the author linked to the same story on their AO3, but “with the mature parts” there. i started reading on AO3 after that lmaoooo

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

ive been... recognized a couple times in fandom discords, when i mention that i wrote X fic? But no, definitely not

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

nah, but i have jokingly referred to them as my children a few times to my friends

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

not really? ive just kind of always wanted to do this since i was like 7

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

!! -JUST USE ‘SAID’. as someone who reads a lot of fic? the reader, aka me, is basically just reading the dialogue when dialogue is happening. i personally find myself skipping over the “they [something that means they said that]” part mostly and just going to the next piece of dialogue. dont stress about it so much. use said, its Safe and There for U.

-Just use their names. epithets are weirdly removing from the characters ur talkin about, avoid as much as possible. if ur using their names Too Much, ur probably not actually. as the reader u never think “god they used X character’s name TWICE in that sentence, how dare they?” u just move to the next line.

-if ur writing a scene with characters of the same pronouns, please be careful about those pronouns. i personally try and designate one person to be the pronouns of the sentence, and the next person to always be their name. if u switch it mid-sentence, it gets very confusing for the reader!

-most of these thus far are “here’s what ur reader is thinking”, so here’s one- as the writer, do whatever you want? Just have fun writing. Speaking as someone who got a lot of kudos when she started writing because she was writing for a large fandom that was just starting out, and then that trailed off into basically nothing just a few months later, it can be really hard to remember sometimes that the whole point of this was to Have Fun yourself. but it’s really important that you’re writing because you want to, not because you feel like you have to <3

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

depends on my mood! I really like plotting stories, but i also really like surprising myself when i’m writing lmao. i try and give myself leeway to figure things out as i go while i plot, so i write down like, a couple objectives for X chapter and then say “and whatever the hell else u wanna do for that chapter”

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

Yea! When i was just a small twelve year old posting my first awful story to fanfiction.net, my first EVER comment was some 20-something dude telling me that it was awful and I should basically stop writing! Anyways, 12-year-old me was so fucking spiteful about that that I chilled out for the next 3 years just working on my writing. So thank you, dipshit 20-something who felt the need to tell a 12 year old how awful their story was, you motivated me so much through pure spite and salt

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

Uhhh scenes that transition from internal monologue to dialogue wig me out a lot, i never know how to make that transition smooth? Also, arguments. I write a lot of them, but they stall me out a lot. I usually end up staring at myself in the bathroom mirror saying the last piece of dialogue to myself, trying to figure out how the other person would respond.

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

of published things, everything stays (right where you left it), an otayuri childhood friends AU. The next chapter is at like, 7K i think? So it’s getting there! Also, Text Me, Call Me, Skype Me Later, a haikyuu groupchat fic that i’ve been gradually picking away at for over a year now! that’s sort of a constant WIP, since I don’t really have an end goal in sight right now. There’s also Dust and Starlight, a longer yuri on ice fantasy AU i started in march this year and i stalled out HARD on because i took such a long break from it that now I’d have to re-read it to keep writing, and I .... don’t.... want.... to .... do .... that....

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

u ask that like i ever finish my current stories

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

nah, but i do have a monthly writing goal for the past few months- 20K a month! and there’s a deadline in my writing groupchat too, we’re supposed to be able to say we’ve published something every 15 days or so. there’s no punishment if we can’t manage that tho

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

i literally feel my soul slowly setting itself on fire when i read my older writing

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

in terms of the effect it’s had on my life, absolutely Text Me Call Me Skype Me Later- i’ve made so many friends through it, it’s so fun to re-read because i forget all the jokes i wrote in, it’s so therapeutic to write. It’s also something I started writing because of how depressed and anxious I was during the summer of 2016- writing it was the only time my brain wasn’t screaming at me, I found out. It really helped me during a time when nothing else seemed to help at all. For that alone, it means a lot to me, even if I’m bad at updating these days.

In terms of writing prowess? no idea. Probably More or Less, i was really proud of how that one turned out.

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

the phineas and ferb/voltron fic, which i refuse to name for the sheer negative chaotic power it holds. it was supposed to be a joke but theres this one person who keeps commenting on it and really bothering the person i wrote the fic with, and its kind of ruined the whole joke factor of the fic for the both of us

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

ill be.... 22 then? Hopefully, I’ll be the kind of writer who looks back at what i’m writing now and goes, “damn that was some shit writing” lmao. i hope future me roasts the FUCK outta current me and then writes something amazing. for real tho, hopefully working more on original ideas? i love fanfiction but i do wanna work on my own stuff eventually!

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

outlining!! i love it sm

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

trying to motivate myself to reread something i wrote last night and edit it,,, also avoiding the question when my extended family asks what i want to do with my life because if i said “i want to be a writer” they’ll just look back with worried looks because thats Such a Risky Career

33. Why do you write?

Writing stole my heart away ten years ago, and it won’t fuckin give it back

Tagging:

@jamthedingus AK A @jamthewriter, @oops-i-accidentally, @literally-a-person, @tootsonnewts, @ironinkpen, @horizon-runner, @call-me-kaii, @drdone, @dansantsouslalune, @packitandgo, @exile-wrath

Feel free to ignore <3333

#grass talks to herself #bless yaoyoroses for tagging me in this #would die for them #tagged #writing #mutuals #not queued #this was so fun to do ahhhhhh #thank god i checked my notifications

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leonbastralle · 7 years

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Rosa Pt.2

Honestly sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t mind you disappearing because your catching up stuff always makes me extra happy XD I honestly don’t know how you do it.

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AND I WILL DON'T WORRY YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE

I do ;_; the first couple q&a would have been nothing without you.

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Replies To The Spammers”

I'm looking forwards to get to know the chars you have yet to talk about xD

all my Ryders to be (Jian&Des, plus Olympia and Chikelu) are the most wip characters ever so there’s really not much to say (apart from how much I love Jian and Des’ dynamic)

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Replies To The Spammers”

You can never take too much moments to appreciate how cute a sim/char can be

true too, it gets weird tho when it’s your own

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Replies To The Spammers”

I'd personally come for them if they had something to say about ficus ._____.

same

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Replies To The Spammers”

I'm forever indebted to Carys since Flame's never going to age up xD

I will make sure to pass it on ;)

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I'm still not over this

we will never be over them I assure you

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “@pixeldemographics dared me to do this, so I did it. This isn’t THE...”

AS IF I DIDN'T LOVE FICUS WAY TOO MUCH ALREADY

I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO TURN OUT THIS WAY (expect to also love Aur, Flame, Snowdrift, Tabasco and Shine a lot more at some point...just saying. Things might or might not be happening.)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

Remind me to never get on your bad side Annie xD

it’s...not hard? tbh. But I wouldn’t let it get this far unless it’s a repetitive thing XD plus I couldn’t be mean irl, worst thing I’d do is rant abt a nameless friend to another friend

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Salim: Nononono! You can’t do this! It’s illegal! Shine: I can’t do...”

I LOVE HOW SHINE IS ENJOYING THIS WAY TOO MUCH

tbh I ruined the poor innocent child

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Salim: Ugh! Neighbor, what is it! It’s not even late this time! Not...”

You shouldn't Salim

that doesn’t work Rosa we tried

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Do you see this face? This face is the face of someone who is up to no...”

All the Salims I know are assholes xD

OOOOO I NEED TO KNOW MORE

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “G: Uh, hi neighbor. S: Hey. G: … S: … G: … S: … G: … S: … G: … S: … G:...”

Also me whenever I'm with someone I'm not used to

same

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: Uh…Opal, why are you crying? O: *sobs* I just…I just love Sprout so...”

Same

same

...xD

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

LOOK AT THIS PRECIOUS CHILD

I KNOW

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “When she’d calmed down, I sent her to visit some old pals! I mostly...”

I guess this answered my question about not seeing Sprout Jewel and Bonsai anymore xD

evidently ;) and this isn’t the end either! Just you waittttt

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Flame is more than happy to see his son again!”

And I'm more than happy to see him

why am I not surprised XD

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

I hope it's their tent and not the kids'

it was xD Sparkle and the girls shared the big one.

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Look mum I brushed my hair!”

But seriously I feel like it's so hard actually find lasting friends from uni (but it's their loss if they ignore you)

is it rly tho? like it obviously hurts me too so it’s also my loss xD but yeah...I agree it IS difficult. I feel like ppl are at that point in life where they are no longer looking for permanent close friends?

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

It's really pretty ;-;

it is! I’m so glad I finally got to explore it a bit, the scenery is the best ;_; and my berry name for it is even better tbh.

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

It looks like she's sniffing sun rays xD

AAAAAA THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE PERF GEN YELLOW THING I WILL CRY

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “#tinybeanconfirmed”

I died.

do you think I didn’t

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: Do you…do you think I’m a bad mum? S: *gasps* Trellis, please… T:...”

Shine may deserve the worLD BUT YOU ARE THE WORLD TRELLIS ;________;

JDAHBSJHGBJSHGBAJKSHFBAKSJFANKSJGBANSKJGBDF

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “G: Oh look at this! I love this movie, it’s so funny! C: But my cake…...”

Cake cannot wait

it’s wisdom

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “B: These kids, man. What did the boss mix into his aniseed to make...”

ALL THE KIDS TOGETHER

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “B: These kids, man. What did the boss mix into his aniseed to make...”

NOW THAT WOULD'VE BEEN PERFECT IF GLOW WAS THERE

I KNOW AND I KNOW ;-;

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “S: Geoffrey? Hey, buddy! Wait up!!”

Worst case he'd die from the serum no big deal

well Shimmer is...still alive I think (okay yeah she is she’s in the posts later)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Their flat is ACTUALLY haunted. Pathi is good with ghosts though,...”

I still can't believe they actually love the fact it's haunted ._.

they’re really into this stuff xD my little adrenaline junkies

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

THIS OH MAN THIS

I KNOW (you’ll love the next bit of the queue)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “S: 8D

He always look so suave I love him

you think? ;_; cause he isn’t

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Have I ever told you that you’re an idiot?” “Not in the last twenty...”

This shot of them is too good too beautiful I can't

AAAAAAAA ;_; I was so disappointing cause I wanted a different pose but I think in the end this WAS a great one so...yeah. Why did I start this again?

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “G: Hi! Thank you for adopting me! Everyone else said I’m too...”

YOU'RE NOT TOO BOISTEROUS YOU'RE PERFECT

SHE IS BUT SHE DOESN’T KNOW

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “yes simself cameo judge me”

Look at that smile ;-;

she’s too pretty it’s not okay

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Dear diary! Tomorrow I’m getting a new sister. Her name is Glade and...”

Connie you pure child ;____;

SHE IS MY MOST NAIVE BABY

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “a mad bab”

I wanna pinch her cheeks

dude me too but in that moment she’d have hated you

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Coexisting peacefully.”

I love how it seems that Shine is tenderly laughing at Trellis for being a goof and that's just way too fucking cute I can't ;________;

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grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

TRUE

IDK WHAT TO REPLY ANY MORE

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “A wonderful glitchy family.”

It looks very painful xD

and beautiful

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “The many faces of Ficus Elderberry, bonus Snowdrift.”

I SAY THIS ANYTIME I SEE HIM BUT HIS FACE

HE HAS ONE YES JUST IMAGINE

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “I apologise for the German, but basically, Malachite keeps messaging...”

HE'D BETTER FEEL GUILTY

I’d say something but it’d be spoilers

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Some miraculously good ice cream!”

Now I wanna eat some

not me I’m so cold

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

CAN I HUG THIS CHILD PLS

I WISH YOU COULD

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Browsing parenting forums!”

Me (except I'm not pregnant and I don't even have lover)

I think google probably thinks I’m pregnant all the time because I keep looking at names

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Annie of Green Cheeks says Hi”

The cutest chipmunk ;____;

brah nah

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “He proceeded to invade their personal space. At least he was quiet so...”

He's got a way with charming his new neighbors

not really...at this point they’re actual in game enemies

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Oh yay here we go… S: Hey, neighbors! Could you please tone it down a...”

How.dare.he.compare.donut.trumpet.to.aur.

I was mad and now his char is ten times worse than he rly is

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: So you’re sure the Sparkles clan doesn’t need this flat any more?...”

Does that mean we won't get to see Jewel and Bonsai and even Sprout? :c

;)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “F: I KNOW YOU WANT ME YOU KNOW I WANT CHA I KNOW YOU WANT MEEEEE-HEE...”

THE FACE HE'S MAKING TOTALLY MAKES IT UP FOR THE SONG

what do you mean this song is gr8 it sums things up just well

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Celebratory dancing!”

HOW CUTE IS SHE

VERY

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: Okay, I still feel kind of bad. It’s your parents’ closet after...”

and who knows what said parents did in that closet xD

...it’s confirmed they did A LOT and so did their grandparents

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: Wait - Shine! Before you go inside! I, um, you know I’m not much of...”

These babies ;____________;

I know ;_;

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “R: Glow!!!! Will you take me out? G: Uh, sure! I mean, I just got here...”

and I'm hopeless when it comes to him

good good he needs more fans always

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “A: Take my hand, love, and never let go. F: Stop it, I’m gonna cry.”

I'm gonna cry too

I did tbh

grumpysimmies replied to your post “˜º for Pointy?”

I hate beetroots too xD

I have a weird relationship with them...I love them but they must be very few

grumpysimmies replied to your post “˜º Flame!

I wanna eat his ice cream ;__;

I wanna eat everything vegetarian he makes because he’s so good (and watch him make it it’s a show)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “this doesn’t go with the storyline but lookit Sprout is so pretty”

I die every time I look at this beautiful child (and all the other beautiful children on this simblr let's be real)

;_________; DONT

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “F: Son! So good to see you around! How are you doing are you good?”

YES it's very good to see him around ;___;

as always ;)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Here’s a ton of Gabefaces cause I can’t choose one or two or three xD...”

oh man it's actually very nice to put faces on names xD

ohhhhh right this must be the first time you see his original self! I’m obsessed with his face tbh

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “S: Trellis! You came! T: Of course I did! It was no work at all to...”

my brain stopped at 'pretty face'

Shine’s too

#grumpysimmies #replies #non-sims #saviorhide #sorry for the giant wall of text :/ pls nobody leave me for it

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I've finally done it. I've finished my Trollsona. Me as a Troll. This took much more effort than I thought it would be tbh. Anyway this is gonna be a long post tbh. Also if you wanna like draw my trollsona pls do

Name: Scmare Ttieer [Seh-mar Tear] Origin of her name is unknown.

Age: 7.85 Alternian Sweeps [17 Human Earth Years]

Height: 5'6 feet tall. [Not including horns which are around a foot long]

Eyes: |See picture 5|

Gender: Female

BloodColour: Sapphire Blue |See picture 2|

Theme: Space

Quote From Her: "id rather StAy NEUTRAL on thE SituAtion. lEss ChAnCE of ConfRontAtion."

Symbol: |See picture 6|

Lusus: She didn't fully know what it was. It was a strange creature, not related to any of her interest or any creatures located on Alternia. She cared for it all the same.

Weapon: Double ended scythe |See picture 4| [Weapon is around 4 feet long]

Clothing: Black tank top coated in small white specs (represents stars), her symbol on the shirt in her blood colour. Sapphire blue button up over shirt. Black mid thigh shorts. Black boots.

Hair: Thick black hair. Rests just on her shoulders. Usually up in a high ponytail with a Sapphire blue bow.

Interest: Fiduspawn, singing, reading, drawing, crafting, astronomy and dancing

Dislikes: Confrontation, large groups of people, loud noises, herself

Face: Round in shape. Scar across the bridge of her nose. Square thick glasses covering her eyes. Only make up being some black eye liner |See in picture 5|

Body: Chubby body. Muffin top stomach with thick thighs and arms. Stretch marks on stomach and thighs. Weight is probably around 195 pounds.

Horns: |See picture 3|

Teeth: |See picture 1|

Powers: Aura reading, The ability to perceive energy fields surrounding people, places and things. If she focuses hard enough on person she can see colours surrounding their body. These colours can mean multiple things, from how they're feeling to if that person is inherently evil or good.

Troll Tag: dysfunctionalCosmos

Typing Quirk: Capitalizes letters that are in her first name (except when she types her actual name). But when it comes to the word "Neutral" she caps the whole word. Uses & instead of the word 'And' [Sample of a message she has sent. To whom is unknown:

gREEtingS & SAlutAtionS, My nAME iS Scmare Ttieer. It'S niCE to MEEt you. So uM...i dont hAvE MuCh tiME i nEEd to go finiSh SoME tRAining todAy. My LuSuS will SquAwk At ME if i dont, MAinly bEcAuSE i fEEd hiM AftER & will foRgEt to if i dont tRAin. I hopE wE cAn MEEt AgAin... ]

Hemoloyalty: She does not treat trolls of lower blood caste any worse than she would treat a troll of a high blood caste. Though, she does understand her place on the hemospectrum and that unless she wants to get culled she needs to show respect to highbloods. Describes it as being neutral, even though she doesnt approve of the way low bloods are viewed.

Hive: A very simple Hive, even if a bit futuristic looking.. Made of metal, the whole hive in a circular shape. An observatory located right in the middle of the building on the roof. Used for her interest in studying space.

Respiteblock: Messy room with clothes and tools on the floor. Posters of movies and videogames on the walls, along with some of her shitty drawings. Husktop located on a desk in the back of the room. Recuperacoon is located in a far right corner by a window.

Quadrants: None of hers are filled [Unless you count my self shipping, which can be explained elsewhere]

Ancestor: WIP |Will add link when she is finished|

Dancestor: WIP |Will add link when she is finished|

Basic Personality: [For this I have answered 20 questions to help you understand her personality. Hopefully this helps everyone get a clear grasp on what she's like. Since she is me anyway]

1: Is the character generally approachable or does she keep to herself? Why? A: She usually keeps to herself though she's not completely unapproachable. She finds approaching others to be difficult and usually waits for someone else to make the first move.

2: Is the character a hard-worker, or does she take it easy? Does this nature vary for any particular activity? A: Despite being a blueblood she more of a take it easy kinda troll. Though when she puts her mind to something she can work hard and get it done. Of course if she likes the activity, she is more likely to finish it quickly.

3: Does the character give plain answers to others or is she mysterious? A: Plain answers. She prefers to get to the point of what she means.

4: How does the character feel about pets? How about wild animals? Does she have a favorite animal/pet? A: She loves animals. Though she's afraid to go around them due to her strength. Being a blue blood she had a great amount of strength and hasn't learned to control it well. She worries she will hurt the animals and admires them from afar. She doesn't have a favourite as of now.

5: What is the character's religion? Is the character very religious? How does she show it/observe his religion? A: She is questioning her religious beliefs. She cant decide if she believes in a higher being, or if she thinks that too far fetched.

6: How does the character feel about the local ruler? A: She prefers not to take a stance, she doesn't love or hate them.

7: Does the character have any off-putting habits? A: She has a habit of biting her nails as well as biting skin off her lip. Only does this when nervous or bored.

8: What does the character do to relax? A: To relax she will read or sing. These activities calm her nerves the most.

9: Does the character have any unusual voice or speech pattern? A: Besides her typing quirk she doesn't have much trouble speaking clearly. Sometimes she can be too loud when excited about something, or too quiet when upset. She also tends to ramble when talking online and in person.

10: Why was the character given the name she has? A: She doesn't know where her name comes from or what it means. She believes there is no definition for her name, and that it is just a name unlike how other trolls names have meaning. She quit looking for a answer to it long ago.

11: Does the character have a nickname? What is the source of the nickname? Is it flattering or not? How does she react to it? A: Not being the most social Troll in public, she doesn't have many friends to give her nicknames. She was once called Krem online before and found it cute. So if she were to want to be called anything besides her name it would be Krem.

12: Has the character had issues with the law? A: She has never gone against the law. She doesn't like confrontation. Though she might end up having to.

13: Was there something unusual about her childhood? A: Besides her strange Lusus nothing was too weird for her at least.

14: Does the character have a mentor? A: She would consider her mentor her Lusus.

15: Does the character have a scar or some mark? What was the cause? A: The most obvious scar Is the one she has across the bridge of her nose. She got it when she built her first robot that ended up attacking her and cutting her nose. Smaller scars litter her body from accidents when building.

16: What does she consider her greatest achievement? A: Even though the robot attacked her, she considered it her greatest achievement. It was strong, hard to destroy and packed a punch. She was young when she made it, 4 sweeps, and to build something so sturdy at a young age surprised her.

17: Is she able to kill? Under what circumstances does she find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? A: She is very much able to kill. But she only sees it fit if it is in self defense. She will not attack unless attacked first.

18: Does she believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? A: She does, she believes even the most evil people have one.

19: How honest is she about her thoughts and feelings A: She tries to keep a lot of her feelings to herself in fear of being judged. Opening up emotionally like that is hard for her.

20: Does she care what others think of her? A: She does, she finds herself getting nervous out in public. Thinking other Trolls are judging her.

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The next part is a story the explains her background leading to present time. Backstory Time.

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[BS] You: Be the strange girls Trollsona ======>

You are now, Scmare Ttieer

You enjoy SINGING, DANCING, ASTRONOMY, CRAFTING, READING, DRAWING and a Alternia game called FIDUSPAWN. You are a quiet Troll, even if sometimes you enjoy BREAKING things loudly, who keeps your nose in your own business but opening up when you become close friends with someone. Close enough to fill the Moirail quadrant at the least.

You were hatched on the 9th bilunar perigee of the 1st dark season. Skipping your blurry wiggler days, you were chosen by a strange Lusus after passing your trials. You and your custodian then proceeded to build a secluded hive made of metal in a circular shape.

You spent most of your younger days learning to build and studying outer space. Your fascination with planets and beings outside of your world was never disturbed by your Lusus, so you learned quickly that there was other life forms out there besides Trolls. You vaguely know of a Alien species called 'Humans' but have not gotten far in your studies.

Next to that, You tried to learn how to control your strength and violent thoughts. As a blue blood, you has a incredible amount of strength even if your body doesn't look like it. You once busted a hole in the wall of your Hive that took you days to fix (your repair skill were still in development). Being in your blood caste, these things were expected of you, you were to become a solider after all.

You don't know if you wants that though.

You always had a strange opinion on the hemospecturm. After studying the history of your Dancestor and Ancestor you learned of the ways they reacted to it. You try to incorporate both of their ways into you view, in hopes of doing what they failed at, which was not dying because you have a opinion. Because of this you remain what you call 'Neutral'

This means you are trying not to pick a side, in hopes of avoiding confrontation which could end in death on either side. You don't like treating low bloods like they are lesser than you, you never even called another troll a low blood. You also understands that going against a high blood could end in a culling, so you don't speak against them.

The whole thing is confusing, even for you. Why can't you just make up your mind and fight for what you believe in! Well that's the thing you don't want to fight. Maybe one day you'll figure it all out, you are only 7 sweeps old after all.

At 4 sweeps though, you made a robot. Your first one. You don't remember what its exact purpose was, but it definitely wasn't to attack you like it did. Which is how you got the scar across your nose. You had won the fight with a bit of damage, your Lusii didn't seem Impressed though.

That was basically all of your past, building, training to control violent tendencies, doing activities you liked. Your Lusus was your only friend for a while, before you got into the online world one sweep ago. Talking to other Trolls is a lot easier when your behind a husktop. You mainly just play games and maybe have a conversation or two with some others playing with you.

Even gained the nickname 'Krem' from someone you once talked with. You can't remember who it was or where the name came from, but ...you liked it.

Now a days you haven't been online much. You'll be a adult soon, become a solider like your supposed you. You might skip out on that though.

In case of the inevitable to try to go out more, to make friends but its not working. Its not just that you're shy and have anxiety (it mainly is though), its also becase of your Aura reading abilities. Because of this hard to explain power you can tell if a person if bad or good. Angry or happy. You tend to stay away from the Trolls with bad auras.

Its also takes a lot of focus (since you have trouble focusing on anything for a long time in the first place) to see someone's Aura. So when they catch you starring at them its hard to talk to them after wards and explain why you were looking at them like you were trying not to explode.

Anyway that's all there really is to say about you. Not too special you see. You live a simple life which is what you wanted. You hope it can stay simple.

[BS] You: Quit being the Trollsona and go back to scrolling

#I worked hard on this #and I like it #its me but with troll aspects man #homestuck #trollsona #fantroll #scmare ttieer #my trollsona #hs

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