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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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Fic Author Interview

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im going to do this from the slightly broader perspective of creative writing in general (since i write fic but i also write scripts and things for my job). also this is v long. sorry.

What inspires your work most? (The show it is based on, the actor who portrays a certain character, maybe the character itself…? It could even be an experience.) so generally my inspiration is (in order): (a) my own life experiences, (b) some kind of commentary i want to make about the source material or about fiction or fandom in general, and (c) the characters themselves and the aspects i love in them, especially trying to find ways to play with the duality of their personalities, the good aspects and the negative ones. i’ve known for a long time that what drives me to create is that i want to make other people feel less alone. you know those times to read something or there’s a line someone says, and you’re like, yes, yes, that’s me; no one’s ever gotten that before or at least never put it so perfectly into words, whatever that experience/feeling might be. i want to give people that moment with anything i create. there’s also a lot of things that i’ve experienced in my life that come up relatively often in fiction, or at least in fic, and a lot of it usually is off-putting to me. it never resonates. it’s melodramatic or simply inaccurate, and i think is often written by someone who doesn’t have the lived experience to pull from. so i always want to add my voice to the pile and benefit from my own experiences to make those kinds of tropes and situations more realistic and relatable -- to me, but hopefully also to others. like generally every character backstory or character arc i write in fic is something pulled from my own life. like it’s probably twisted or adapted somewhat, because i’m not into being autobiographical. but as an example, in faith healer, this bit: Memory degrades with time. Maybe as a child he knew that somehow. He knew that there would be a second, slower death across time, as she became more of idea than person, and so he clung onto specific moments as a talisman for Mom: I had a mom once; this was my mommy. He remembers her hands best. The way her skin was thin and dry, but her fingers strong, and the way they'd close around his hands. The way she would press in love and good luck and humility when he misbehaved with a squeeze to his chubby, too small hands. Second best he remembers her laugh, the way her mouth moved around a smile, the warmth in it, tinged with embarrassment whenever someone startled it out from her. The rest of the memories are vague, more like facts he can read out of a mental police blotter than lived experience. She used to wear some kind of fleece robe in the winter, thick and pilled, creating a soft cushion between her breasts for his head to rest when he sat in her lap for a story. He thinks the robe was red. She used to bake things from scratch and used to let him pretend to help. On Sundays she did laundry, down in the basement. He followed her once, asking when Dad would come back, and she paused on the landing, basket of clothes cocked on her hip, and wouldn't go any further until he went back upstairs. The basement, she said, was too dangerous for him, dark and damp. She wanted him to be safe. She always cut the crust off his sandwiches. that is my experience of my grandmother’s death. when she died i knew i would forget over time the specific details of her, so i picked a couple to remind myself of daily so i’d never forget them. and that was her hands and her laugh. and i do have that memory of her doing the laundry and standing on the landing to the basement asking her where my dad was and when he’d be back (he was on an 18 month voyage to africa - my dad is a sailor). and she did always cut the crusts off my sandwiches for me. (and btw i can’t ever re-read that passage with crying.)

What is your favorite fandom to write for? i mean, usually whatever my main fandom is at the time? which right now is spn. i did also enjoy writing potc fic and RDJ films sherlock holmes. i like writing characters who have a very strong but also very biased or unusual perspective on the world. they make for good unreliable narrators, which is something i love doing.

Which perspective do you prefer writing in? (First-person, third-person) always, always, always third-person limited is my go-to. i only write in first-person if the original source material is written that way (like ACD Sherlock Holmes) and i want to do a pastiche of that style.

Do you prefer writing reader fics or OCs? no. full stop. (okay, one caveat: i do like kidfic, but i am also SUPER PICKY about reading it bc im always looking for some accurate representations of parenthood and what it’s like to have a child. like kids are hard??? they’re hard and they make you worry and they drive you crazy and they have their own, weird, stubborn, fascinating views on life and the world. they’re not perfect angel children who exist only to be cute or ridiculously amazing mary sue geniuses. so yeah a well done kidfic where the kid is an OC i will read.)

Do you prefer writing longer works or one shots? given that every single WIP i have right now are fucking, horrible, lengthy novels,i want to say i prefer writing one-shots. i want TO BE ABLE to write one-shots. i used to do???? but yeah, i guess i really do enjoy plotting and world-building, which lends itself to creating monster plot bunnies instead of short stories or quick scenes.

Do you take requests? i do! do i ever actually get around to writing those requests is another question. but absolutely. send me prompts. ask for timestamps. if it speaks to me, and especially if it’s something i think i can write in less than 1000 words, i’ll most likely give it a go.

Do you enjoy getting random Asks? yes! always! i try to respond at least with in 72 hours. but yes please COME TALK TO ME ANYTIME.

What inspires the names for OCs (or extra character names) in your works? Do you pick them from real life or just select them at random? A mix? so with fic, i never really write OCs, or if i do, they’re p much a red shirt or like extra #243 or smth and therefore don’t have names. if a character has spoken dialogue or no on-screen dialogue but some impact on the plot, i’ll try to “cast” that part with a character from the source material. for example, in the family business (which i realise isn’t posted yet), there’s some issues with a rival gang that need resolving. i cast the head of the rival gang as a well-known character from spn that has generally served a rival or an enemy to the boys on the show. i like doing that bc i like the parallels it draws, especially when working with an AU, and the ability to explore characters and dynamics from a slightly (or not slightly at all but in fact completely divergent) angle. i follow the philosophy that part of the real cathartic nature of AUs and part of why we write them is the ability to offer commentary on the source material. that a good AU should offer commentary on the source material. they're both metatexts and paratexts simultaneously. the one caveat to this, again, is kidfic, because i like and i do write it (i’ve just never finished any of those fics enough to publish them). and then i try to name kids in the way i think their parents would name them. i try to put myself in the character’s headspace and try to figure out what name(s) would appeal to them. and if we talk about work, and the scripts i write, i mean all of that is basically OCs. so far every script i’ve written while employed by my current firm, i always stick in at least one instance of one of my dogs’ names. i also will make subtle film or tv references. like the script i just wrote, there were three characters, and the first character had already been named harold by our content lead. so i named the other two perry and harmony as a reference to kiss kiss bang bang. i’ve done all the clones from orphan black as OC names. i’ve done members of radiohead. if one of the scripts im writing already has a theme built into it for a specific pop culture reference (like yesterday one of the scripts i wrote was using yoda speech and star wars analogies as part of its marketing and engagement strategies) so i’ll name characters in line with that pop culture motif (so the star wars themed script has luke and ben and daisy and carrie as characters).

If your story(ies) have OCs, are their appearances based on real people or celebrities? If so, who? as mentioned above, i rarely include OCs and if i do, they’re unimportant stand-ins. so i never give much thought to how they look. offspring in kidfic i do think about how they look. if the actors who play the main characters have children, i’ll start there. like for dean and cas, i always look at jj and west and maison and try to figure out what a kid with some of those combined physical features might look like. i’ll also look at photos of the actors from when they were kids or teenagers and try to decide if these two people had a kid, what features would that kid inherit. for work, casting people depends on client expectations and design direction and budget, so it’s a different ballgame.

How long have you been writing fanfiction? i think the first fic i published was in 2002 or 2003. so 15 years i guess??? how has it been 15 years dude.

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