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tothedarkdarkseas · 4 years

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For fanfic writer ask meme: E, J, K, M, P(for any fic or all your fics), R, T, X, and Y. (If that's too many questions, then you can split the answer into multiple posts. Also, no need to answer if you already answered these questions before.)

Thank you so much! I’ll put these below a cut just to account for the length, and I pray Tumblr works like it’s supposed to this evening! I appreciate you having an interest!

E: What character do you identify with most? Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

I really do not identify with Gorillaz characters and thank god for it, or most characters I tend to prefer! Haha, I know that might sound a bit strange, but I can think of very few characters I’d call “my favorite” that I also felt were a reflection of myself in a major way. Of course that isn’t implying that representation isn’t important, but just speaking for my own personal relationship to media– I live with myself all the time, I like people who live very different lives! Having said that, of the characters I write (all two, possibly three of ‘em) I’d say I identify with some of Stu’s worst qualities over anything else: being unambitious but craving reward, self-centered yet lacking in a concrete sense of self, dumb about mostly everything, overcompensating (to be fair, this is Murdoc as well) and so on. Despite picking fun at him I definitely have an affection for an unlikable guy like Stu, I do have sympathy for being sorta pathetic because I feel like I can access that.

J: What’s your favorite fanfic trope? Have you written it?

Hmm! That’s hard to say! At the risk of being an absolute knob, I don’t tend to be a fan of tropes, or at least what I think is meant here by “fanfic tropes” like uhh… the heat goes out and we have to share a bed, or that kind of thing? Is that what this means, the sort of repeated setups for fics? There’s of course a place for everything so I’ve got no real beef with more innocuous stuff, but I wouldn’t say I ever pick to read something because it’s got a “classic” trope. I’m definitely rife with tropes in the broader sense though, I’m rife with things I like and clearly just repeat, haha. I do not smoke pot, but I have a real affinity for characters who do, and this is evidenced by having like… half my stories feature that, haha. If a scene where two characters creep up to being intimate via sharing a joint/bowl/bong counts, that’s definitely a trope I’ve done and would probably do again.

K: Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

Does the above count? I’d certainly call myself self-indulgent, haha, I like what I like and I don’t stray very far from it. I think unsatisfying or incompatible intimacy is really interesting and I honestly never get tired of reading or writing that. (Er, as much as I “don’t get tired” of writing anything, which is not saying much as I’m very bad and undisciplined.)

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with? Did it turn into a story?

The only AU I’ve written is Coffin Dancer, which is a story set in the early 1900s about Murdoc being a reanimated corpse and Stu being a gravedigger who buries/exhumes him. Sexy, I know, nothing hotter than… long paragraphs about digging. I think the occult element makes that one a bit weirder than anything else I’ve come up with. I’ve kind of entertained other AU ideas but they tend to be a lot more mundane, to be frank I just really like the characters as they are and I don’t want to change their dynamic too much. As a joke I once suggested something about a riverboat casino (Stu working there, Murdoc trying to pull a money laundering scam via currency exchange, potentially convincing Stu to go in on the scam with him) and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still think about it sometimes and question how to make it work, haha. I think it might be fun to do an AU again, but I think there’s just too much of a gap between what I’d want to do or be capable of doing, and what people actually want to read.

P: Where did you find the most inspiration for your story ?

Oh gosh, this makes it sound so important and I feel like the biggest jag going to pretend I’ve made anything that great or with particularly impressive roots, haha. A couple came from prompts, so that’s a fairly straightforward answer.

I first began planning Coffin Dancer because I was playing Graveyard Keeper on Steam at the time, haha. If you load up this game, you’ll quickly see there is next to no plot and it is simply a crafting sim. I just sorta… liked the setting, I guess? It is the 1900s and it does follow a graveyard keeper! Following that, I decided it would be a story about Murdoc’s skin turning from tan to green as it does in canon, but giving it a bit of a morbid tint, as opposed to the vague canon handwaves of Murdoc being “immortal” with no clear explanation of what that means.

Ampersands was mostly inspired by me being a big Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan and thinking it’d be fun to show a dynamic similar to Angelus/Drusilla/Spike, but heavily reworked to fit our characters. The first scene I imagined was the shoelace-tying one which has some resemblance to a shot of Angelus knelt at Spike’s feet while still mocking him, and that ended up being the very last scene I wrote (and probably one of the weaker ones.)

On Oysters and Black Water was actually the story that required the least research from me, as I already had an interest in oyster filtration and oyster reef restoration. By no means am I an expert nor is this story a genuinely educated look at this process (I am Genuinely Educated on zero things) but I definitely knew when planning a PB story that I wanted oysters to be used for a filtration system on the island, just as a little nod to something I find neat!

R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

This really puts me at risk of sounding knobbish, so to start with: I’m not really a writer. Fanfiction writer is already not the most impressive title, but even that I feel is a little generous for me. I’ve written things, but I struggle far too much and have too little dedication to pretend it’s something I feel “cut from the same cloth” as these folks to do. The writers I admire have “influenced” me in the sense that I’ve wished I could write that way, and I’ve probably/definitely ripped them off.

Some will find this laughable, but I’m a fan of Joey Comeau’s writing style. I’ve enjoyed every book he’s published, in particular the short novels Malagash and Lockpick Pornography, and especially his… err, non-novel collection of cover letters Overqualified. (I think I’ve read Overqualified more than anything else on my bookshelf, but this is saying very very little as you can sit down and read it in about 30 minutes.) The darkly comedic way he presents these ideas, how he’ll expand on these very offbeat details and veer so far from the topic, then take sudden sharp turns into something uncomfortable is just enjoyable to me.

Also somewhat cliched now, but Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn is a beautiful book to me. Beagle’s writing style is ideal for the fantasy setting, the poetry in his prose does not tip over the “purple” line for me (but I’ve always been unclear where the line is, obviously) and I’d really… feel like I’d accomplished something if I could say anything half as powerful as this book.

Shirley Jackson, (famously) the author of The Lottery and (less famously) We Have Always Lived in the Castle springs to mind as well. The latter in particular has a gothic tone, an at times strange sentence structure and an unreliable POV, which probably influenced Coffin Dancer stylistically and everything else I’ve done in perspective/structure.

But as far as influences, nothing more directly influenced me than @elapsed-spiral‘s writing and characterization. Old drum I’ve beat before, but it’s simply the truth. I would not have tried to write fanfiction again (after… many, many years) if I hadn’t found Danni’s stories and felt that excitement of reading something truly special. Now, it’s important to note that Danni is British so they’ll come out in hives if I praise them too much, but sincerely nothing in recent years has made me feel a “passion” for reading or writing like Yearz did. The oneshots Fairy Vale and Beside the Sea also deserve special mention for just being goddamn phenomenally good character studies. “Influence on your writing” could be misleading, in the sense that Danni’s biggest strengths (namely Being Funny, Being Realistic and Knowing What You Are Talking About) are among my biggest weaknesses, and I don’t feel that stylistically we’re all that similar; on the flipside though, I think so much of my “improvement” is really owed to Danni, aaaand I don’t think you’d ever look at something I’ve written and miss the fact that it’s ripping off Yearz in one way or another.

T: Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?

Ahaha, alright, this jogs my memory and I do remember stepping on eggshells to answer this before! I mentioned above that I’m just not a big fan of tropes in general, but that means nothing as I don’t… have good taste. I never have. Famously bad taste over here. I don’t have any interest in raining on anyone’s fun or policing fan content, but I think we’re all perfectly fine just co-existing without feeling obligated to anything. More than anything else, in Gorillaz specifically I’d say there are some portrayals of their relationship that I find a little dodgy and I tend to avoid, but I recognize full well that many people may feel the same way about me! I also just like the characters to be compelling and to be themselves, whatever your version of them is. Of course my characterization is bonkers and mostly made-up and I have no expectation that someone else’s should resemble mine, but even if we have different ideas, I don’t like to feel you can slot them out and anyone else in? Which is why standard tropes like “coffeeshop” or “fake dating” don’t tend to be my favorite. Oh, I’m also a fuddy-duddy and I don’t love the nicknames, haha.

X: How would you categorize your fanfic reading? Are you a voracious reader? Do you carefully pick and choose? Something in between?

I’m not a very big reader these days! I’d like to offer you a good excuse here, but I’m just picky, truth be told.

Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories? Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?

In total honesty, it takes all of about a month to become completely unsatisfied with anything I’ve written. That’s not like, a plea for sympathy, it’s just being objective. I write comparatively little and comparatively slow, so whatever growth that may happen is still pretty limited and it’s a little disheartening, even if it’s also my own fault for having poor discipline. I would not call any of my stories “good,” at best “good for what they are.” There are definitely some I wished did better, I wished with a stupid amount of sincerity would hit some magical validating number that would Suddenly Mean It Was Good… but after a little distance, I can always understand why they wouldn’t.

Hoooowever, some are undeniably worse than others. Based on both hits and kudos, my most popular story is my first one (I Couldn’t Feel, So I Would Touch) and this is truly baffling as it’s garbage. I mean, with no exaggeration I just think this is bad writing through and through, it’s truly just the worst thing I’ve written over the age of 20. I hoped I’d get this question purely because of this, haha, I feel such shame every time I see this story at the top of my statistics page. If we consider that to be the “most popular,” no, I do not tend to be most satisfied with the most popular story. We could define that differently though; for example, I think the story that got the most notes here and I received spectacular fanart on (a thing I just… can’t believe can happen, how nice is that?) was Oysters, and at a time I did consider that my favorite, I was incredibly proud of it when I posted, and even if I’ve grown exhausted by my overwriting too much to read it again I do still rate it pretty favorably compared to the others. So it depends on what constitutes popular! But if we’re just talking hits and kudos, sadly my stats page puts some of the worst stuff at the top.

#i've got to head to bed so i apologize if there are any glaring errors in this answer!#Anonymous #thank you very much for the letters! that's a kindness!

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misssquishy · 5 years

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an old fanfiction that I wrote when I was 16.

So I wrote this about three or four years now, and I forgot about it until now. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, my grammar is terrible and I want to share this gross shit. starring two of my OC's Red and Aaron, I didn't know what I wanted to do with the characters at the time but I made it anyway, If you want part two of this just asked, I still have it, enjoy.

Nsfw 18+ oral/ language/ gay shit

Red "OK, which one Steven Universe or Family Guy" Red said holding up two DVDs.

Aaron " I don't care" Aaron replied flopping on the couch, it's been a year since they hang out before Red got married they just didn't care about each other the only reason that they know each other because they dated the same girl (Jessica) and they will always fight for her affection. But tonight they were friends, drinking beer, watch TV and get high like the good old days before the money, fame and the fans.

Aaron "WHY WON'T IT STOP" Aaron scream in his head trying to hide the pain.

Red "dude are you okay?"

Aaron "y... yeah, yeah why you ask?"

Red "because it look like you're about to rip the material out of your pants" Red pointed at Aaron's hand that was gripping his jeans.

Aaron "oh I'm fine"Aaron replied

Red "are you sure we can st..?"

Aaron "I SAID!...I'm fine" Red knew something was wrong but he left it alone he didn't want Aaron to get mad, Red start over the few seconds of the show that they missed by talking. An episode went by and it didn't take long for Red to notice Aaron leg was shaking.

Red "do you feel ok?"

Aaron "I think, i'm just going to take a walk" Aaron jumping up and scaring Red, Aaron walked to the door slipping on his shoes and grabbing his jacket, Red did the same thing also while following him.

Red "wait let me come with you, I don't want you to get robbed" Aaron stopped slowly turned around and looked at Red.

Aaron "first of all, I don't need a babysitter and second, who the FUCK! is going to rob me, you live in the middle of BUTTFUCK! nowhere surrounded by trees and shit, who the hell I'm i going to get robbed by, Bambi?" Red looked at Aaron and just sighed. Aaron and Red walked outside to their surprise the sky was red.

Red "hey a Blood Moon cool" Red look up at the sky then he looked at Aaron, Aaron face had the look of pain and disgust.

Red "Aaron, are you okay?" Red said reaching his hand out trying to touch Aaron shoulder, before he was able to touch him Aaron ran back inside, red try to keep up with Aaron speed but he was no match for him.

Red "Aaron, what's going on?" Red said out of breath. Red found Aaron in the living room pacing and mumbling to himself, Red walked over to Aaron trying to calm him down but Aaron pushed him away.

Red "Aaron calm down" Red walked over to Aaron once again successfully placing a hand on Aaron's arm but once again Aaron pushed him away harder this time, Aaron pushed Red into the couch making it slide back a little Red grabbed his side in pain.

Red " WHAT THE FUCK!" Red was about to get up and punch Aaron in the face but when Red looked at Aaron he froze, Aaron eyes was glowing yellow.

Red "Aaron, please tell me what's going on" when Aaron saw what he had done he smiled. Aaron grabbed Red by the collar and slammed him against the wall knocking down things off the shelf and picture frames off the wall Aaron and Red eyes met one another.

Red "let me call Jessica maybe, she can calm you da"

Aaron "SHUT UP!" Aaron said cutting off Red sentence.

Red "what?"

Aaron "shut your dumb fucking mouth for once " Aaron let go of Red shirt and backed up.

Aaron "I'm sorry, just don't call Jessica she don't need to see me like this " Red walked to Aaron solely.

Red "you need help".

Aaron "ha, HAHA!".

Red " why are you?"

Aaron "haha you, you think she can help me" Aaron said with a Devil's smile, Aaron walked to Red and smiling.

Aaron "the only one can help me is you, Reddrick".

Red " what do you mean?" Aaron push Red against the wall and kissed him, Red pushed Aaron away from him in disgust.

Red "WHAT THE HELL, AARON!" Red screamed at Aaron

Aaron "I'm sorry it's the blood moon" Aaron said backing away from Red.

Red "what?" Aaron grab Red once again his eyes glowing yellow and staring into Red's eyes, Aaron then whispered into Red's ear.

Aaron "I mean I'm going fucking crazy"

Aaron "when a blood moon rises i became an animal" Aaron said without breaking his smile.

Aaron "I became a horny dog in heat" Red remember that Aaron was a werewolf but he didn't say anything about this. Aaron begin to slide his hand up Red's jacket. Red pushed Aaron hand away in anger.

Red "Aaron i'm married now i am not doing that again with you"

Aaron "you think i want to do this, I CAN'T CONTROL IT!"

Aaron "please I need you" Aaron sighed while kissing Red on the check.

Aaron "please....please Reddrick" if Red say no, Aaron will go out and kill someone but if he go through with this he risk his marriage.

Red "I'll....god damn it...I'll do it" whit out hesitation Aaron kissed Red lap's, feeling the old familiar lip's that Red had forgotten, Red slip his tongue into Aaron mouth feeling there own warm saliva run down there chen's. the boys pull away from each other panting.

Red "I forgot how good that felt" Red said while wiping the spit off of his face and Breathing heavily.

Aaron "I remember you being a terrible kisser I guess all the months eating out your wife really paid off, huh?" Aaron said with heavy breaths.

Red " will I remember you being a dick about it" The boys looked at one another then laughed in unison. The laughter quickly decrease when Aaron grabbed a fistful of his hair and start wincing in pain, Aaron crouched on the floor and a painful sigh left his mouth. Red walked over to comfort Aaron pulling his hands away from his head and holding them in his own hands, Aaron looked that Red with the same glowing yellow eyes.

Red "I'm really going through with this" Red sighed. Red lift up Aaron off of the floor entwine his fingers with Aaron's and slowly walking him to the stairs.

Aaron "What are you doing?"

Red "We're going upstairs, i'm not fucking you on my couch" as they began to walk up stairs. Red smile he know what was about to come and he couldn't wait. Memories started to overflow Red's mine. Red reminisce of moments Aaron and him shared the hate sex was glorious. Red pushed Aaron into the room closing the door behind them and rushing over to close the blinds.

Aaron "what the hell are you closing the curtains for? your neighbor lives a mile away from you" Aaron asked confusingly

Red "the old woman like the all seeing eye" Red jokingly explained then Red stopped dead in his tracks and realized something.

Red "hey, my marriage is on the line so if anyone find out about this"

Aaron "No one will know" Aaron said cutting Red off and pulled Red closer to him.

Aaron "Now, can we please just fuck?" Red pushed his lips against Aaron's and slowly unzipping his jacket and Aaron did the same with his own. Without breaking the kiss Red took off his shoes kicking them to the side Aaron soon followed doing the same thing with his own, Aaron then grab Red's hips and pulling him closer to his crotch, grinding against Aaron's bulge. The feeling of his jeans was uncomfortable to Red, he can feel his erection scrape against his zipper. Red pulled Aaron away and then sat down on the bed.

Aaron "what's wrong?"

Red "it's nothing i just, i want to cum Inside you not in my pants" Red took off his shirt then he pat the bed gesturing Aaron to sit next to him to him. Aaron got closer to Red but he didn't sit on the bed, instead he crouched down between Red's legs feeling the outline of Red's bulge.

Aaron "take them off" Aaron demanded. Eagerly Red stood up and pulled down his pants, as soon as Red pulled down his boxers his dick popped out his boxers and hit Aaron in the face.

Red "sorry" It didn't seem to faze Aaron, Aaron got right back into position and opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue gesturing he wants to take in Red. Realize what Aaron wanted Red shoved his dick into Aaron's mouth, Aaron gagged on Red's cock feeling him hit the back of his throat but Aaron didn't care, he needed it this, he wanted this.

Red "that AMMM!, that's my good puppy" Red moan while he fumbled with Aaron's hair. That nickname, that damn nickname "Puppy" was the name that Red give Aaron when he found out that Aaron was a werewolf. Aaron love when Red called him that, when Red called Aaron Puppy he got excited. Aaron started to squeeze his own bulge softly, Aaron moan around Red's cock pulling it in and out of his mouth, licking the tip and slowly licking downward to Red's balls and gently sucked on them, that cause Red to moan. Red missed Aaron warm mouth, everytime Aaron looked up at Red, he just smiles. Red gasp when Aaron took his cock and balls in his mouth, Red threw his head back and his loud moans echo through the room.

Red "FUCCCK!" Feeling like he was about to blow, Red pulled out of Aaron's mouth. Red grant Aaron by his hair and pulled him into a kiss, tasting his own salty pre Red then whispered into Aaron's ear.

Red "take off your clothes and get your ass on the bed" Aaron knotted taking off his clothes and hopping on the bed, taking off his boxers Red climbed on top of Aaron. Feeling Aaron soft warm skin with his fingertips Red rubbed his hand over Aaron's chest moving his hand slowly down and gripping Aaron's tip. A soft whimper escape from Aaron's mouth, small touches begin to turn into full strokes Aaron's moans filled the room that inspire Red to move his hand faster, Red's hand was quickly covered by Aaron's precum.

Aaron "Red AHhnn!, Reddrick stop I can't take anymo..ANH!" Red grip the tip of Aaron's cock making Aaron scream. Aaron shuddered from the feeling of Red's fingernails digging into his tip, the feeling of pain shot up Aaron's spin that caused him to orgasm cuming into Red's hand.

Aaron "i..i..hate you" Aaron said with a shaky voice

Red "you're the one that wanted this" Aaron smirked, Red was right Aaron did wanted this, that's why Aaron grabbed Red's hand that was covered in his cum and began to lick it.

Red "ha, you are so gross" Red said while Aaron stared into Red's eyes as Aaron licked up and down Red's palm and between his fingers. Red phone started to ring pulling both of the boys out of they trance, Aaron let out a deep sigh.

Red "shit, it's my wife"

Aaron "You better not answer that" to Aaron dismay Red picked up the phone he was hesitant it at first, he turned to look at a pissed off Aaron.

Red "hey Allison, how's the trip?" Red answer the phone trying to sound happy. Allison is Red wife, they married for about four months now, everyone thought they made a cute couple. Allison went back to Wales to visit family for a few weeks.

Allison "it's going great"

Red "that's good"

Aaron "are fucking serious?" Aaron whisperedm

Red "shut up"

Red "sorry, Aaron is being a cunt" Red said to is wife. Aaron got impatient, he didn't want to wait. Aaron jumped on Red started to grind on him. Red moaned in to the phone, realizing what he had done he covered his mouth. Aaron spit in to his hand and started rubb it on Red's dick.

Red "stop it"

Allison "are you okay?"

Aaron " hi Allison, your husband is being a pussy" Aaron said while stroking Red's cock. Aaron placed Red cock that his entrance and slowly put it inside of him, both boys moaned in unison.

Red " I have to call yo...you back" Red hanged up the phone his mind filled with regret and betrayal he is betraying his wife but Red couldn't help but moan as Aaron tighten around his cock, short and sharp moans left Red body as Aaron ride him.

Red "this is bad" Red moaned

Aaron "hush, you know you want me" Aaron kissed Red deepening there embrace, Aaron moaned as the feeling of Red's cock hit his sweet spot and stretching his hole. Red grabbed Aaron's hips and shoving him all the way down on his cock, a shriek escape from Aaron's mouth. Aaron sucked on Red nipples that cause to Red quicken his pace as Aaron tightening around him.

Aaron "am i tighter than your wife?" Aaron moaned. Red nodded an response' Red rubbed both of his thumbs on Aaron's nipples and pinching them, Aaron started to jack off rubbing up and down his cock while moaning Red's name.

Red "I don't no ho..how long I can la..last. Red moaned.

Aaron "FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!" Aaron screamed, Red came filling Aaron with his seeds followed by Aaron's own orgasm that drench his hand and covered Red's chest.

Aaron "well that was fun" Aaron moaned, Aaron licked Red's chest that was covered in his cum. Red pushed Aaron away, he hated hisself all he can think about was his wife crying, his face quickly fill regret and Aaron noticed. Aaron wrapped his arms around Red laying on his chest.

Aaron "I'm sorry if your marriage go to shit, you can blame me"

Red "you're damn right!" Red chuckled, Aaron ran his fingers through Red's hair. Feeling Aaron's warm embrace Red started to ease up, feeling Aaron's hot body on his made Red happy but that ended when Red heard soft snores from Aaron.

Red "HEY!, get off of me" Red said while shaking Aaron. Aaron popped out of his quick swamper and stared that Red.

Aaron "I missed you" Aaron drifted back into sleep and once again Red try to wake him up but Red stop and smile, he can't deny that did miss Aaron to. Red relaxed he match Aaron's breathing with his own and quickly went to sleep as well.

Aaron worked up feeling tired, he looked over to see a sleeping Red. Aaron get up and creeped to bathroom, when his are done Aaron looked into the mirror and smiled to himself. But Aaron smile turn into a deep frown when he heard little laughs that filled the room catching Aaron's attention, Aaron looked around the room but to no avail no one was there however he did know who's laughing.

Aaron "i know you're here, where are you limn" A dark misty figure appeared in front of Aaron and floating around his head.

Limn"Well that's a Laugh and a half"

Aaron "what do you want?"

Limn "You always think that I want something" "Limn" is a figment of Aaron imagination a "substitute" the doctors call it from his PTSD, If something bad happens or if get in trouble Aaron will always blames Limn but Aaron knows it's real.

Aaron "you're an asshole that stalks kids"

Limn "I was just watching the show"

Aaron "I don't have time for this" Aaron walk towards the door but before he could leave he was stop by Limn who was floating in front of the doorway.

Aaron "I want to go back to sleep"

Limn "You can go, i just wanted to say hi. So how was the hate sex? Your lover seem to enjoy himself"

Aaron "he's not my lover"

Limn "But you do hate him?" Limn floated behind Aaron, his face turned into Aaron's face, the mist that was Limn's body turned into a dark cape, he copied Aaron perfectly to his hands, his hair, his height even his voice but Limn eyes was different then Aaron's, Limn scleras was black and his irises was White.

Limn "You do hate him, why?"

Aaron "I don't hate Red"

Limn "You hate him, because he left you for her" Limn turned Aaron's face to the mirror.

Limn "See? Even your body know the truth" Aaron's eyes was yellow feeling his body fill up with anger, Limn whisper into Aaron's ear.

Limn "Just imagine ripping his heart out and leaving it for that bitch to fine" Aaron smile he thought about killing Red before, he thought about shoving his hand into Red's stomach and pulling out his intestines, Aaron thought about breaking every bone in Red's body, ripping his flesh apart with his teeth hearing his blood gargling screams as he tear Red's eyes out of his head.

Limn "let me take control" Aaron thought about it if you go through with it he will break his contract, Jessica will be angry, he will loses trust with his brother and he'll be in prison for murder and he will have killed the man he love even though he didn't love him back, Aaron took a deep breath.

Aaron "go to hell"

Limn "No?,listen here brat"

Aaron "no listen here to me bitch" Aaron said with a deep serious tone.

Aaron "I changed, i'm not the same kid that you bossed around, this is my body, and no way in hell you're getting control" Aaron stormed out of the bathroom trying to put the conversation behind him. Aaron stand in the doorway of Red's bedroom saying his past lover sleeping peacefully made him feel happy, he know it won't last but for now Red is his.

Limn "You think you can get away from me that easily?" Aaron's eyes widened his mind filled with pain, feeling Limn cold breath against his skin Aaron notice he wasn't in control.

Aaron "how?"

Limn "No matter if you beg or cry or how many drugs the doctors give you to forget me, you can never get away from me, Marshalmis "

Aaron "if you hurt him"

Limn "I'm not going to hurt him, but you are"

Aaron "what?" Aaron start to coughing up black blood Aaron turn to see Limn smiling, Aaron felt like he was on fire that caused Aaron to scream but nothing was coming out. He was begging for Red to help him but no words came out of his mouth.

Limn "Have fun" Limn disappeared, leaving Aaron to lie in pain.

Aaron "YOU BASTARD!"

the end of part 1

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wamawamachihuahuamama · 3 years

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1. Favorite place to write.

On break during school or work.

2. Favorite part of writing.

The exciting, vibrant, fuzzy feeling I get when something comes out really good.

3. Least favorite part of writing.

Writer's block.

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

Not writing but still holding onto the someday mantra.

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.

I don't really know, I read a lot. Like A LOT a lot.

6. Favorite character you ever created.

Justin Gabe Leon of The Consequences of Beth. He is supposed to be like the good guy, but he is way worse than anyone realizes.

7. Favorite author.

Stephen King.

8. Favorite trope to write.

Hurt/Comfort.

9. Least favorite trope to write.

Anything with a bad ending.

10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

l'd write a story with my middle school best friend that shall not be named. Likely a romance because we both are reluctantly prone to writing them.

11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

I write like crazy and professionally for like a week and then I get busy with something else and the inspiration disperses and I only write sometimes. Like only when I get an idea or something. A lot of fanfictions to be honest.

12. How do you deal with self-doubts?

I tell myself it is in my head. Most everyone who had read my stuff thinks it has a lot of potential.

13. How do you deal with writers block?

I try to write through it. If I'm really stuck, I rewind and rewrite already written scenes until I get a further idea of what to do with it.

14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book?

Probably when I wrote a fanfiction of Soul Eater and I needed some information about some secondray characters. Most of the time i go by a write what you know mantra.

15. Where does your inspiration come from?

My inspiration comes from other writers works.

16. Where do you take your motivation from?

My motivation comes from nothing except random feelings of "what the hell am I doing with my life."

17. On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

On average, I write very little. It's mostly whatever I have to write for class.

18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like?

I rewrite as I go. Then again at the end. Then repeat. It just keeps going.

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.

“I was woken by the gunshots.”

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.

Amidst a dreary fog, a young woman finds herself disoriented by looming lights, becoming closer and larger by the second. Her vision glares and the few paces she could see in front of herself fade away. She blindly throws her arms out to keep upright as she continues towards her destination and, more importantly, away from the glowing orbs behind her. Just as her vision begins to return, it is enveloped in darkness again. Had the lights dispersed? She glances over her shoulder for a moment. They are still there, but smaller, and concealed by the trees. She sighs relievedly and turns back around. A cold chill rushes past her. Annoyedly, she tugs at the strings of her hoodie. The thick fabric falls over her eyes. Before she can even reach up to move it out of her view, she kicks herself in the heel. Flailing about wildly, she stumbles forward. Long blades of grass grab at her ankles.

A strangled yelp escapes her as she finally hits the ground. Her palms burn, sending worse tingling sensations up her arms until they give out completely. She fights to sit up again, flailing backward and landing on her butt. Cold rainwater soaks through her jeans. She grimaces.

Then, she gasps. Little shards of rocks cover her palms, trapped in tiny cuts. She brushes them away the best she can. Most of the pebbles fall onto her lap while others remain deeply embedded. Cursing to herself, she looks around for something to work them out with. More of the same tiny rocks surround her. They stretch far in front of her and even farther to her left. It’s a driveway.

Scrambling to her feet, she begins to dash down the road. Nothing appears in front of her or changes around her. She slows to a stop, breathing heavily. It’s too dark to tell if she is heading in the right direction. Everything is either black, gray, or disguised by scattered, glittery orbs. The lights begin to form into one, brightening the path in front of her. Not too far away is a house.

Despite how long she has been looking for it, it’s nothing extravagant. A simple trailer hidden by trees and lined by bushes. It’s hardly visible at all in fact. As she gets closer though, she notices good elements to the structure. A small porch leads up to the door, beside it is a bush, and between the two is just enough space for her to slip between.

Crouching down, she pulls dead leaves and other muck over her like a blanket. Another sickening feeling moves through her as the moist goo makes contact with her bare skin. Or maybe the twists through her gut are caused by the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels of a car. The vehicle stops and the lights go out.

A door flies open and someone steps out. He wanders cautiously towards her without shutting the door. Of course he saw her and of course he is going to be smart about confrontation. She closes her eyes and listens to him walk. Each stomp is closer than the last. Then it stops again and her eyelids turn orange.

The yellow circle from a flashlight luminates the siding above her head. It rests there for a moment before dashing across the house. It reaches the woods and turns around again, following the same path before landing on her. Their eyes meet and he drops the flashlight.

A minute passes and neither makes an effort to retrieve it. It’s all so overwhelming. He anticipated a startled racoon; or even a deer; not the cowering eyes of his highschool sweetheart. Her name and everything else he wants to say attempts to seep between his lips, but he bites down before his thoughts become verbalized. If he allows himself to say, or do anything for that matter, he’s terrified of what he would do.

The light was on them for merely a second, but that's all it took for him to recognize her and hear him. Six years should have been more than enough time for them to become strangers, but with her expression it is obvious she had no trouble identifying him as well. Picking up the flashlight and redirecting it to her, he takes in her aged form. Her hair is the same length and she bares the same expressions. Her name fights at the tip of his tongue again, the only thing he can think to say. “Beth?”

21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s.

Not again, not again.

22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you?

Yeah, haven’t figured that out yet.

23. Single or multi POV, and why?

Single, definitely single. It can get confusing and I find it to be a bit of lazy writing... don’t come after me.

24. Poetry or prose, and why?

Definitely poetry. I write a lot of it to decipher my feelings and it just sorta sounds cool.

25. Linear or non-linear, and why?

It depends on the story. I definitely have a habit of writing non-linear. I’m not the type to start with a whole bunch of background, you learn as you go just like when you meet someone.

26. Standalone or series, and why?

Standalone. I don’t like it as a reader because I want the conclusion within reach and I have a feeling a lot of my readers feel the same way. I can live with torturing with a dead character or two but I cannot make them die of anticipation.

27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?

I used to share rough drafts with people, but now I don’t even share polished stories. I don’t want to upset people or make them worry about me or get a bad review or to have my ideas stolen and done better... yeah, they are kinda for my eyes alone.

29. Who do you write for?

I write for my future readers and for my own enjoyment.

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.

My favorite line I have ever written has to be “Don’t let the probable be more important than the definite.”

31. Hardest character to write.

The hardest character to write is someone very positive.

32. Easiest character to write.

The easiest character to write is Madeline from The Locket.

33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing?

Sometimes. It depends on where I am when I am writing.

34. Handwritten notes or typed notes?

Handwritten. It’s more memorable based on some studies I’ve read on studying and I have an addiction to notebooks.

35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story

Bethany is the accidental baby of a successful business women who abandoned her and an abusive, alcoholic father. She pushes people away to avoid being hurt and doesn’t really want anyone around anyways. Then she befriended the new boy at school and kissed him during a spur of a moment, last minute spiteful action against her late father. An orphan, she must trust the one person who doesn’t let her push him away.

36. A spoiler for story

Peter dies at the end.

37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

“It’s not the absense of fear, it’s over coming it.” - Emma Watson.

38. Have you shared your outline of your story ________ with someone? If so, what did they think of it?

No, I’ve never shared an outline. I shared verbal ideas with my friends in middle school and “finished” stories with friends in elementary school.

39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.

No, I don’t base my characters off of real people. I think it is wrong. It is a way to deal I’m sure, but it is also hurtful.

40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why?

Both. I write fanfiction for practice and fiction as the “real deal”.

41. How many stories do you work on at one time?

I work on one and will do random little prompts in between.

42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc.

My characters are the first thing that comes to me. I don’t really know how I think of them, they mostly come from my dreams.

43. Are you an avid reader?

Yes, I read and read and read and read some more.

44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

The best piece of feedback I’ve ever gotten was from my 5th grade teacher after just I started writing and finished my 1st “novel”. I still have the sticky note hanging on my wall she stuck on the inside of my notebook.

45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

The worst piece feedback I’ve gotten is when my media teacher (I write articles) told me I’d make a good librarian because I’m organized, punctual, and love to read... but wouldn’t make it as a writer.

46. What would your story look like as a tv show or movie?

My story would definitely be a movie. It would have a cloudy, depressing filter on it like in Tim Burton films, but be live action and happy in parts.

47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story?

I start with the characters. I get attached and I form the world around them.

48. Favorite genre to write in.

Realistic fiction.

49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end?

The middle of the story is the hardest to write. When I begin I know how I want to start and end and am “faking it till I make it” in the middle.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

The weirdest story idea I’ve ever had was definitely based on some dream I’ve had. There has been a lot of odd ones, but the one I actually made into a book idea was about a dystopian family with a father who is a part of a cult who kidnaps children and chemically manipulate the brains so they appear different then they really are. Or feed them to a giant, invisible man to keep them from killing the entire cult.

51. Describe the aesthetic of your story in 5 sentences or words.

My stories are dark with a sarcastic overtone.

52. How did writing change you?

Writing has made me more sensible to myself. Like, I understand me more.

53. What does writing mean to you?

Writing is a way of living and of communication.

54. Any writing advice you want to share?

To just do it. You don’t have to do it now or for the next twenty years. Having a colorful language and huge imagination is what makes you one, not how many words you have written.

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ok, so the writer as memes. I want all the answers. ALL. OF. THEM.

Here you go, @everlarkingjoshifer! Thanks for the ask, I loved doing this!

I answered some of the questions in previous asks so, to simplify, I added the links here.

1. Favorite place to write.

 2. Favorite part of writing. Plotting and outlining. I just let my mind wander, coming up with scenarios and possibilities.

 3. Least favorite part of writing. Second guessing the choices I make, followed by all those pesky questions that sometimes creep into my mind.

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

 5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most. THG trilogy, obviously, that’s the universe that got me into fan fiction in the first place. But Graham Greene has also had a great impact on my writing.

 6. Favorite character you ever created.  I haven’t really created many original characters, but there’s this girl from D1 who will make an appearance in WIWTTW. I like her a lot. I might even write an outtake from her POV.

7. Favorite author.  

8. Favorite trope to write.  

9. Least favorite trope to write.

10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about. I’d love to write something with Mary Hoffman. I love her “Stravaganza” books. It would be awesome to work on something like that. In the fan fiction world, I’d love to do something with @notanislander. Yes, Carrie, you! I think we’d have a great time figuring out a story. Probably something about Everlark not getting together right away ;)

11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

A. Have an idea (usually these come when I’m watching/reading something that inspires me, or while I’m in the shower.

B. Write down the basics.

C. Fill in the gaps in the plot (sometimes I even include bits of dialogue into this step)

D. Divide de plot into segments (chapters). E. Write, aka develop each one of the points in the outline.  

12. How do you deal with self-doubts? Depends on how much of the story I have. Sometimes I ask someone to read my stuff and comment. But mostly I just clench my jaw and hit the “post” button.  

13. How do you deal with writers block? Sometimes I go back to reread stuff I’ve written, or I go over the plots I have stored to see if something catches my eye. I also ask for prompts from other blogs or participate in writing challenges. @promptsinpanem, @everlarkficexchange, and @everlarkbirthdaydrabbles have all been great for me, having an idea and a due date pushes me to get my act together.  

14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book? I haven’t done a lot of research yet. But I always try to check small facts here and there.  

15. Where does your inspiration come from? Most of my inspiration comes from THG trilogy. Everything I’ve posted so far is fan fiction and most of it is either canon compliant or in Panem. So that entire universe has proven to be a great source of inspiration for me.  

16. Where do you take your motivation from? Have you ever reread something you wrote and wondered where those words or ideas came from? I’m constantly surprised by some of the passages I’ve written and I’m curious to see what else I can come up with. That curiosity is what drives me to keep on writing. And, on the days when that isn’t enough, the comments and reviews from my readers also stop me from giving up.

 17. On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?  

18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like? Slow. Basically I read and reread what I have. This is where most of my insecurities creep up on me. Sometimes I’ll change a single sentence many times, only to discover that the best version was the first one.  

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.

Gale Hawthorne couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her blond hair, loosely tied in a messy bun at her nape, shone like spun gold under the relentless summer sun.” (Strawberry Swing my submission to this year’s @mores2sl collection)

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on. 

21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s. 

“It looks great. The ground floor looks like one of the houses from the old merchant quarter.” Looking out into the street, Haymitch added, “I hope you’re prepared for a big shock, a lot has changed since you left.” (Why I Went to the Woods)

22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you?  Depends. Usually, my first draft is little more than a simple outline. Sometimes my second draft fells complete but, most times, it takes three drafts to add all the details and points that I want into a story.

23. Single or multi POV, and why? I like multi POVs because they give you allow a deeper understanding of what’s happening in the story. I like exploring the different sides of every story.

 24. Poetry or prose, and why? Prose. My brain simply doesn’t compute poetry.  

25. Linear or non-linear, and why?

26. Standalone or series, and why?

27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? Sometimes I share rough drafts but I try to polish as much as possible before showing my drafts to anyone.

28. And who do you share them with? I have a handful of betas I rely on from time to time.  @burkygirl, @xerxia31, @thegirlfromoverthepond, @everlarkingjoshifer, @titaniasfics, @pinksnailsaver, and @randomnoteforfuturereference have all come to my aid at one point or another.

29. Who do you write for? Me!

 30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.  Wow, that’s a difficult question! This is the first one that came to mind:

Anyone watching would have noticed how they mirrored each other, flustered and humming with nervous energy. But no one was watching, and they were so consumed with each other’s presence they failed to notice the reciprocity in each other’s gaze. (One Victor CH9)

31. Hardest character to write. Gale Hawthorne.  Maybe it’s because I’m nothing like him, or because Gale’s Window was my very fist fic. But I’ve always had a hard time channeling him.

32. Easiest character to write.  It depends on the day and the story. For the most part, I enjoy writing Peeta. He’s usually easier than Katniss. And I absolutely loved writing Haymitch! Can’t wait to do it again.

33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing? Not if I’m alone. Sometimes I write during my commute, or while the hubs is watching TV, so I use music to block out the noise.

 34. Handwritten notes or typed notes? Typed. Always.  

35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story Capitol Life. Both Katniss and Peeta are recruited by Haymitch to become spies for the rebels.  Peeta has to fake his death in order to escape District 12.

36. A spoiler for story Why I Went Back to the Woods. Peeta and Katniss will run into each other in the woods. 

37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you. Here are two:

Procrastination is the thief of time. Charles Dickens. It’s simple, but it reminds me of what I’m losing when I just let time slip by.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Oscar Wilde. A beautiful reminder that we have to look beyond what’s there and strive for something better.

 38. Have you shared your outline of your story One Victor with someone? If so, what did they think of it? Yes, I have. They thought it was good but suggested a few changes for the ending. I haven’t reached that part yet, but I’ll probably follow the advise they gave me.

 39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.  I always try to keep my characters as close to canon as possible, but my version of Peeta in Weekend Getaway is heavily inspired by someone I met when I was a teenager.

40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why? As a reader I love both. As a writer… Fanfiction, at least for now. Who knows what the future holds.  

41. How many stories do you work on at one time? Honestly, I can’t really focus on more than one story at a time. That’s why my WIPs progress so slowly. If I get distracted by a new project I put everything else on hold while I finish the new thing.  

42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc. The characters I’ve created so far exist within THG universe, so I’ve based my descriptions on information from the books.  

43. Are you an avid reader? YES! 

44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. “Describe what the character is feeling as if you want the reader to feel the same thing.“ 

45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. An anonymous comment from someone who clearly didn’t even finish reading the chapter and who had issues with the relationship portrayed in the fic in question. The truth is that I shared the reviewer’s POV. If they had finished reading, they would have seen that the characters were discussing those exact issues.  The way it was the review was angry and useless.

46. What would your story One Victor look like as a tv show or movie? Here and Here are two inspiration boards for it.

47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story? Since I always use the same characters… plot.  

48. Favorite genre to write in. Romance, humor, suspense.

49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end? The middle. The beginning is always exciting and the end feels like you’ve accomplished something. But the middle is no man’s land.  

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had. Honestly…. I’m drawing a blank…

 51. Describe the aesthetic of your story Capitol Life in 5 sentences or words.  Let’s see… cold, dreary, desolate, opulent, soft. I know it sounds a bit contradictory, but the story is divided into two sections. It’s probably easier to check out my inspiration board for it.

52. How did writing change you? It’s made me happier. It’s allowed me to get in touch with myself. I get to explore my thoughts and my imagination in a way I didn’t before. It’s liberating.

 53. What does writing mean to you? It’s a challenge. The challenge of finding the right words to tell a good story. I don’t always succeed, but I really enjoy trying.  

54. Any writing advice you want to share? Write to find peace, to find freedom, to fill your life with fantasy and adventure, with romance. Write to make yourself smile.

#javis answers #answering meme #questions for writers meme #thanks for the ask #getting to know each other #writing stuff

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sublime-samantha · 7 years

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When She Gets Sleepy

- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -

I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!

Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff

Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.

AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”. I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)

Enjoy~

Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days.

All the boys were very busy. Hercules with his tailoring, he is having to deal with a very picky rich woman who wanted everything to be her way or the highway.

Alexander was busy with all the work his boss, George Washington, was giving him. Then there is always fighting with Jefferson.

And John is busy…. Well you aren’t really sure what he’s been busy with, he’s just going in and out of the apartment constantly.

Then there was Lafayette. He was busy with volunteering at a local high school, tutoring children learning French. In fact, he is loving teaching his native tongue to the youngsters so much that he is thinking of possibly applying to be an official French teacher.

Now listen, it wasn’t that the boys were ignoring you, not by any means. They were just all so busy. Alex was staying up all night until dusk working on god knows what on his computer. Here being kept up late in his shop working on all his clothes he was making. John doing whatever it was John was doing.

The point is, they all got into bed once you were asleep and all at ungodly hours in the morning. You missed cuddling with them. And you tried you damn hardest to get them all to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but no matter your persuasive tactics, they would not budge from their respective places.

You all had the day off today, though they were at home, they were all still doing work. You were up, but still very sleep deprived and feeling sorta needy, you needed to touch them, you missed them.

But, it didn’t matter that you missed them and all you wanted to do was cuddle and watch a movie and eventually fall asleep. It didn’t matter because you had to go to the supermarket to get some food.

“Hey guys, I’m going to go to the store to get some food, anyone want anything?” you asked by the front door slipping on your favorite pair of boots, ‘cause it’s cold as hell in New York during the winter.

To your surprise, both Laf and John jumped up and said they’d join you.

You were more than happy to have them come along. The three of you set off down the stairs of your building after you all put on your coats, Laf made sure both you and john had on a scarf and a beanie and were warm enough.

Once at the store you took out your list of items you needed and the three of you set off to look for your desired items. The trip ended up taking much, much longer than anticipated, it took two and a half hours.

By the time you were in the check-out line, you were leaning heavily on Laf’s shoulder with your hand intertwined with his. John was looking at the two of you with so much love in his eyes.

“Mon amor, are you tired?” Laf teased.

“Mhm,” was the only response you were able to produce.

While you were waiting in this horridly long line, you closed your eyes. Above your head John and Laf glanced at each other, down at your sleepy form, back at each other, then smirked.

The boys love it when you got sleepy, ‘cause when you got sleepy you got clingy and cuddly and become very dependent on your four boys to take care of you and hold you.

John quickly texted both Herc and Alex to tell them that you were in this mood. He told them to get some blankets out and wrap up whatever they were working on.

All whilst checking out, you leaned on Laf and mumbled half awake sentences about hurrying up. John and Laf only internally “awwww”ed and lightly chuckled at you behavior.

On the car ride back to your apartment you sat in the back with John cuddled up to his side, your head on his chest. His soft humming, one hand running through your hair, the other rubbing your thigh in soothing motions, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all coaxing you into sleep.

When you got back to the apartment building, John shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, you closed them again, your eyebrow creasing with the unwanted and unexpected awakening. You slowly brought you hands, curled in loose fists, to softy rub your eyes.

“W-wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened?” you murmured sleepily

“You fell asleep, baby girl, we’re back at the building now, you gotta get up,” John replied, a smile on his face. You were just so damn adorable.

“Oh,” you pouted slightly, you were so tired you couldn’t see straight. You lifted your arms with as much strength as you could muster and made grabby hand at Laf, signaling to him that you wanted to be carried,

Laf chuckled and did that thing people do when they see something so cute they frown and smile at the same time, trying not to exclaim out loud how cute and adorable and precious you were being.

Laf scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you arms wound tightly around his neck and nuzzled you head into the crook of his neck. His hands rested at you lower back and one under your jean-clad bottom to ensure you don’t fall. The placement of his hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, you hummed contently, loving the physical contact.

Oblivious to you, Laf’s head shot up to make eye contact with John. Their eyes wide, trying their damnedest not to make any noises about you kola like behavior.

Laf, with you curled around him, carried you to the elevator, John strolled behind you two, looking at your head and how every now-and-then you would nuzzle your nose into his neck, your eyes closed and a content smile in your face.

When you finally got to your floor and into to the apartment, Laf set you on the bench near the front door that the five of you use to put extra bundle necessities in, and to sit in to put on and take off your shoes.

After taking off his own shoes, John bent down to unite and take off your shoes. While he was busy doing that you very slowly took off you coat and other winter accessories.

You softly rubbed you eyes again and looked up at John, who had now stood at full height, looking down at you making sure you got everything off without trouble. He smiled at you and offered you his hand. You smiled a small smile back and took his hand. He helped you up and you leaned against him.

As you neared the living room, your feet dragged. You were just so sleepy.

Alex was sitting all alone on the couch. Unknown to you, Laf had quickly gone to him once he saw Alex was seated on the couch and told him of your adorable sleepy clingy behavior. He kissed him and told him he needs to cuddle with you alone for a minute.

Once Alex saw you his face lit up, when he saw how you leaned on John and how cute you looked. His smile got bigger and internally thanked whatever god or gods there were that this beautiful woman, and handsome freckled man beside her, loved him. Alex could write for days on how beautiful and adorable you looked, clinging to John’s arm.

“Awwww, come here sweetheart,” Alex said to you, winking at John, silently telling him he knew what was going on and what was going to happen. John walked the two of you over to the couch, you crawled into Alex’s lap nuzzling you head into his neck, one hand at your side, the other wound in his hair.

Above your head John gave Alex one or two affectionate greeting kisses. After they parted, John planted a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then headed to the kitchen to help put up the couple of food bags Laf had taken from him before you even registered that you needed to take off you coat, just seconds ago. He kissed Herc for maybe a little longer than needed, but nobody was objecting. The two men who went with you on your shopping trip filled in Herc on how cute you were acting, how they just love you leaning on them, your clingy-ness, your little stumble shuffle combo as you attempt to walk at a reasonable pace.

Alex looked down at you fondly and said something you didn’t quite catch… Wait, when did you get into Alex’s arms. Ohhh, he so warm, and smells so good. And him rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other on your knee and thigh. Good lord- you could drift off into sleep right now. You feel his warmth and affection seeping into you, you were just too tired to know what was going on. His actions soothed you, you were falling asleep again, but you felt as if somewhere, far away, someone was trying to talk to you. You whimpered, burrowing your face closer to his neck, if that was even possible.

You are just about to fall asleep once again you feel his chest rumble as he says, “Hmmm, how ‘bout that,love? Would you like that? Did’ya hear me, little one?”

You grunted out a small “what”, getting metaphorically drunk of his warmth, sent, and the warm breath being blown on to your neck as he talks.

He chuckled lightly, if you’d have been fully responsive at the time you would have heard the smile in his voice as he repeated himself, “I said, how ‘bout we get you out of those jeans and into some sweats and we can all cuddle in bed, we have all had a long week, I think we all deserve a cuddle session.”

You slowly nodded, liking that idea, but not quite understanding in your half-asleep, well mostly asleep, daze.

As soon as you had finished nodding, your other three amazing boyfriends came out of the kitchen, Herc in the lead, eager to see you and cuddle you.

Herc crouched down in front of you and Alex and rested a hand on your thigh softy to get your attention. Your eyebrows crease once again, like they did in the car before you slowly lifted your head from the crook of Alex’s neck and was met with the face of your fourth lover, who had an endearing smile on his face, looking at you fondly.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Herc murmured to you, but the room was quiet enough that everyone herd it, even Laf and John who were embracing each other and smiling fondly and the small group on and in front of the couch.

“H-herc, hey, man, I m-missed you,” you mumbled, not having enough energy to speak very loud. You slowly lifted your arms from Alex to attempt to latch on to Herc.

Your lovers all chuckled, they found it amusing yet endearing that you called people “man” and “dude” when you were, or weren’t, tired.

Herc easily picked you up spun around in the direction of the bedroom, all after you had wrapped yourself around him, just like you had done with Laff not even ten minutes ago.

The rest of the boys followed in suit, John stopping by the thermostat to turn the heat down a little, once you were all five in bed, with all those big, furnace bodies *cough, cough* Laf and Herc *cough,cough*, somebody is bound to get a little over heated *cough, cough* you or Alex *cough, cough.*

Herc set you down on you feet, Laff by your side to keep you from falling over. John get you someone’s boxers, probably Alex’s, and grabbed a Black Lives Matter shirt, probably Herc’s, judging by the size, just a little bigger than Laf’s shirt.

John tossed the boxers and shirt to Laf so he could help you undress and dress. While Laf help you, the other boys got in more comfy clothes as well.

Laf slowly slid your jeans down your legs, being very patient while you wobbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself when stepping out of them. Next came you panties, you were fine with being bare in front of them, they loved you for you. He steadied you as you stepped into the boxers. He slid them up your legs, when he stood at full height, he looked down at you and smiled, seeing your eyes closed and head tilting forward.

John kissed the place where Laf’s shoulder meets his neck and murmured in his ear, “You get comfy, I’ll finish changing our sleepy little one.”

Laf nodded an okay, turned and kissed John on the lips, only to part a couple seconds late when they heard your tired needy whine. Laf chuckled against the freckled man’s lip, and muttered to him, “Our princess sure is cling today, better get moving, she just might, how you say… pass out? Oui, pass out.”

Now it was John’s turn to nod. He pecked Laf’s lips once more, then turned to you. Your eyes were drooping closed, trying to stay awake, but failing.

“Hey, darlin’, lets get you out of that shirt, huh?” John murmured against your forehead, his southern drawl coming out on certain words in his sentence. The more relaxed he was, the more that sweet hint of southern twang came out. Normally that would have soaked those boxers you were wearing, but you were much to tired to even fathom that.

John slowly got your shirt and bra off, then slowly slid the shirt down your torso, his fingertips purposely skimming the sides of your breasts and your sides making you shiver and whimper a little. When you were sleepy and not focused, your skin’s sensitivity became heightened. But John knew not to go father, besides he was becoming more and more tired himself. When the shirt got to your waist he let go of the ends letting it fall and end a couple inches past your bottom. He pulled you in for a hug, which lasted at leas thirty seconds, your head facing sideways on the front of his shoulder.

John released you from his tight embrace. Alex swept you up into his arms and guided you to the bed, where you crawled to the center, the sheets where ice cold making you whine as your sensitive skin came in contact with the ice cubes you called sheets. But hat discomfort faded away quickly as Herc settles in on your right, John cuddled beside him, Alex to your left, Laf on the other side of him.

You sunk into Alex and Herc’s warm embrace with no effort, sleepily think about how much you love your boyfriends. Them bed became warm. as the room filled up with the love and affection you held for each other.

You were the first to fall asleep, your boys soon to follow.

As you drifted off to sleep Alex’s arm curled around your waist, and Herc intertwined his fingers with yours.

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