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two coworkers for @kashisun's office!! they are besties who only hate each other sometimes...
[info dump under the cut im actually so in love with them]
nyara moulton: social media manager
27 / aries / born and raised in san my
rbf but is actually so sweet she would drop whatever she's doing to gossip or listen to you vent
makes her older coworkers learn and do tiktok dances (everyone only pretends to hate it)
brings her cat to work sometimes (she's a very polite cross-eyed siamese)
lucille 'lucy' neumann: accounting (finance gal)
38 / capricorn / born in brindleton bay, moved to san my at 18
pretends to hate everyone but knows every single person's coffee order in the office
broke up with her bf of 4 years bc of the barbie movie
obsessed with yoga and fitness. currently trying to convince her boss to get standing desks so she can walk on a treadmill
has her plastic surgeon on speed dial in case she spots a wrinkle
if you walk past the two of them and they're silent... they were talking shit about you hate to break it to you...........
#someone more creative than me neeeeds to come up with a company name or is there one already?#also what kind of company is this i need to know (nyaras job might change if its a boring company but i think that also could be funny)#also nyaras cat is inspired by one of the cats we got today i can post a pic if anyone reads this :) shes so cute i promise its worth it#ive been spinning these gals around in my head all day i just need to know everything about them#ts4#oh also is there a tag for this?
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Peach went to an adoption event held by the rescue in San Rafael, a good 30m drive from the city. When I tell you how I thought I was going to vomit on the way there. It was nuts. I couldn’t imagine him being in a little glass cage by himself and when I got there it wasn’t even that, they were actually cages that someone could open and just pet them. He’s not been in any contact with anyone except the vet, and a housesitter who he hid from underneath the blankets. How in the world was he going to be OK out in public?
But of course, the continued lesson for me is I really have no idea who this little cat is and what he can take. He did well, slept, and was just mellow and snoozing most of the time. He looked deeply into this woman’s face, it was almost a little creepy how he would do that with anyone who stopped by to pet him. The lady in this picture was a little interested for someone she knows who is in assisted-living but the rescue owner and I chatted about it quickly -the potential owner really wanted a tabby lap cat. Peach has a bit of tabby but is mostly Siamese and Maine coon. Plus I’m unsure about a kitten in this scenario. So Amanda -the rescue owner - recommended another older cat who fits the bill. Speaking of Amanda, she is amazing, I asked how she doesn’t get attached and she said her heart is just happiest when she’s finding homes for all of them, even the ones she falls in love with.
I also got to pet Wendy, the beautiful Siamese, Peach’s sibling. They were cuddled together just three months ago and now didn’t even seem to recognize each other.
Amanda confirmed that over 20 cats have been TNR’d in Peech’s neighborhood and eight kittens - plus Peach and Wendy’s mom - are being socialized up for adoption. All because of me grabbing Peach. That’s pretty cool.
So now we’re back home just chilling, watching the moon.
Three things.
I’m needy. Very needy. I try to hide it most of the time but Amanda joked about it a bit and it was a little hard to hear because it’s true. I try to deal with it by hiding it because I know how it pushes others away. I’m embarrassed by how big and messy it is in me - it’s screaming and panicked, all of the time. This professional persona is learned. I’m needy. I’ve not ever said that out loud before because I’ve been so ashamed by it, smart enough to know that it’s the kiss of death to cultivating relationships with the people I am drawn to - really strong women who aren’t needy, who possess an inner strength - so I bury it, push it down hard when it bubbles. I find ways of reacting to it quietly when I can. If I had to guess, if these women are willing to befriend me, it means I’m not needy anymore. I’m strong enough and cool enough - calm enough inside - for them. I’m ok. But there’s this version I’ve created for them that they interact with that isn’t not really me. Saying that, admitting that is important. It’s so clear now.
Second, it was so good to be with people. The degree to which I am by myself, in my head is way worse for my mental health than I realize, and hiding my neediness constantly makes it even more so. I loved chatting with people, animal people are the best kind of human.
Third, I disassociate more than I realize. I stopped for gas on the way to the event, and I was so anxious and in my head, I ended up giving five bucks to a homeless guy standing by the gas pump, put the handle into my car, watched the homeless guy walk away and didn’t even pump any gas, I realized it a few blocks away.
This is the shadow work that people talk about. This isn’t about these cats, not really, this is about me.
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Online/Offline [C.S] - twenty-five | can I pick her up? can I tell her I love her? will she get mad?
Wooyoung rang the doorbell and you clapped your hands together as you waited in the hall with Wooyoung and Yeosang.
“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked.
“I’m excited to see a cat.”
Wooyoung and Yeosang laughed.
“Do you parents still have Beanie?”
“Beanie?” Wooyoung asked. “Your cat is named ‘Beanie’?”
“Yeah, his mom was named Porky.”
Wooyoung sighed, and leaned against the wall dramatically.
Yeosang smiled at his reaction.
“What? Don’t tell me you hate it.”
“I’m… I’m so upset I didn’t think of that first. Please tell me Porky was fat.”
“She was fat--”
“Who was fat?” San asked as he opened the door.
“One of my parents’ cats.”
“Oh,” he chuckled and let you all into the apartment. “Come in, I have food-- Baby, come’re!” He shouted into the apartment.
A somewhat chubby yet chic siamese ran over to greet you as you came in.
San picked her up and gave her a hug and held her so you could pet her. “This is her majesty, Byeol.”
You held out your hand so she could smell it, and she did, and then full-forced headbutted your hand with her face and rubbed all over it. You gasped quietly, eyes welling with tears as you felt what could only be given by a cat: the kind of regal acceptance of a monarch to their subject.
“She likes me.”
San smiled. Once you were done he set her back onto the floor and she rubbed all over your legs.
You reached out for San and whispered. “San, she likes me.”
San held your hands and laughed.
“I’m really going to cry, I haven’t seen a cat since I moved out of my parents house-- except for visiting them. I miss cats. Can I pick her up? Can I tell her I love her? Will she get mad?”
“No, she likes being picked up. You can hold her like a baby.”
You scooped Byeol up as San said and she slow-blinked at you. You looked at San and whined. He laughed at you.
“You’re so pretty,” you said as you cradled her.
“Y/n, we’re eating the food without you.” Yeosang warned.
You gave Byeol a kiss and put her back on the floor. “I’ll kill you myself, Sangie.”
He chuckled.
This non-party was like the last non-party, only with slightly less alcohol.
“Where’s your roommate?” Wooyoung asked. “I thought maybe he was in his room but he hasn’t come out.”
“He’s been at work all day. I think he’s shooting something?”
“Shooting something?” You asked.
“He’s an actor.”
“Oh, cool.”
San nodded.
“Is he popular at all?”
“I think he’s mostly been a bit part in things, but he is trying.”
You nodded. “Well, good for him.”
This time, Wooyoung and Yeosang ended up sleeping on the couch together; Yeosang functioning almost as a second mattress as Wooyoung was draped over him, or perhaps, Wooyoung was functioning as a blanket. Byeol was curled up in your lap purring like a steam engine as you petted her and talked to San.
“Do you really miss having a cat that bad?” He laughed softly.
“Who else is going to ignore me, but in a loving way? And yell at me when they think I’m going to to get them food, but I’m actually walking past it?”
He laughed again.
You smiled as you pet her. “It is lonely when you don’t have anyone around though. And obviously a cat isn’t as good of company as a person, but it’s nice to have someone to spend time with.”
He nodded. “I’m sort of surprised you and Yeosang aren’t roommates, then.”
“Oh, I only found out we were in the same building the day I moved in. Another friend of mine is the one who found the place for me.”
“Oh, why don’t you live with them, then? If you feel lonely.”
You thought about it for a moment as you pet Byeol. Should you tell him that Keeho is an idol?
“I--”
You turned to him.
“I mean, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“No, um… He and I keep very different hours so we’d probably just end up annoying each other.”
“Ah. How long have you known each other?”
“Umm… So, I knew Yeosang all through grade school, then he moved away, and I had actually met my other friend before that but we only became friends after Yeosang left when he noticed me sitting by myself in class and asked where he was. So… early high school? We’ve been friends since then.”
“You must be close enough that you wouldn’t annoy each other like that.”
You laughed softly. “You’d think, but sometimes living with someone else can really change how you see a person. Like, if you’re neat and they’re messy or something.”
San nodded.
You sat silently for a few moments and you went back to petting Byeol.
“You’re a streamer, right?” San asked.
You nodded. “Mhm.”
“So I guess you probably stay up late, and that’s where the weird hours would come from?”
You chuckled. “Yeah. I play a lot of games by myself, too.”
His face brightened. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“Which ones?”
“Umm… mostly I like RPGs or chill games, but then I’ll play like… multiplayers and stuff with my friends.”
“Oh, that’s cool,” San smiled.
“I built my own computer.” You nodded.
“Shit, really?”
You nodded proudly.
“I built my own too.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. Want to see?”
“Um, yes?”
San stood and you scooped Byeol up and followed him to his room. He turned the lights on and presented the tower of his computer, which was currently off.
“What are the specs?”
“How would you feel if I said it had an Nvidia GeForce RTX 3080 Ti?”
Your eyes widened as you looked at him. Silence fell for a moment as you processed the letters and numbers you heard and gained a new appreciation for the man standing in front of you.
He smiled.
You suddenly felt that computer building could be a thing that was so… sexual.
“Don’t those need a really beefy power supply?”
He nodded. “It has it.”
“Ooooooof.” You breathed as you looked back at the tower. “I’ve never felt so envious before in my life.”
He chuckled.
“I can’t believe you dropped that much money on it.”
He shrugged. “It’d been a while since I built a new computer so I figured why not? Money’s no good unless you spend it.”
“That’s so sexy of you.”
You froze for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that San also froze. You hated that you couldn't control your penchant for speaking without thinking outside of your streams: while you were streaming it made you hilarious, in real life it made you awkward. You did the only thing you could do and deflected; lifting Byeol up and holding her so her face was in yours.
“Miss Byeol, you didn’t tell me your daddy had such incredible taste in computer parts. You shouldn’t keep secrets, you bad girl.”
San exhaled a laugh and you went back to holding her like a baby, the movement not deterring her from her eye smiles and happy purring.
“Oh, and it has LEDs,” San leaned over and turned it on, deep purple LEDs lighting up in the case as well as behind the double monitors.
“Wow. I’m a red LEDs person myself, but I can see you’re a man of taste.”
He laughed and held the power button to shut the computer off. The lights went off and everything was dark again.
“Should we go back to the living room?”
You chuckled. “I’m sure the sleepy twins are missing us terribly.”
San laughed as you turned and followed you out, turning off the lights.
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The pity reserved for single women may well conceal a bid to ward off the threat they represent. Witness the cliché of the "cat lady," where the pet is considered to fulfill unmet emotional needs. Journalist Nadia Daam develops this idea further in her book Comment ne pas devenir une fille à chat: l'art d'être célibataire sans sentir la croquette ("How not to become a cat lady: the art of being single without a whiff of Sheba"). In her show Je parle toute seule ("Talking to myself"), comedian Blanche Gardin describes how her friends advised her to get a cat—a sign, as she read it, that her situation was really desperate: "No one says, 'Get a hamster, they live two or three years, by then you'll have found someone.' No, what they propose is a twenty-year-long solution. I ask you!" Cats are, in fact, witches' favorite choice of "familiar spirit" —usually simply called their "familiar" —a supernatural creature who assists in their magical practice and allows them sometimes to change their appearance. In the original animated opening credits for the series Bewitched, Samantha turns into a cat and rubs against her husband's legs, before jumping into his arms and becoming her human self again. In Richard Quine's film Bell, Book and Candle (1958), the witch played by Kim Novak, who keeps a shop selling African art in New York, asks her Siamese cat Pyewacket—a classic name for a familiar—to bring her a man for Christmas. In 1233, a bull issued by Pope Gregory IX declared cats to be "the Devil's servants." Then, in 1484, Pope Innocent VIII ordered that all cats seen in the company of women be considered their familiars; these witches were to be burned along with their animals. The cats' extermination contributed to the growth of the rat population, so aggravating subsequent outbreaks of disease—which were blamed on witches . . . In 1893, Matilda Joslyn Gage remarked on the persistence of mistrust toward black cats, inherited from these earlier times, which translated into a substantially lower market value for their fur.
-Mona Chollet, In Defense of Witches: The Legacy of the Witch Hunts and Why Women are Still on Trial
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Cat collar
CONGRATULATIONS YOU PICKED THE CAT COLLAR! please listen to Exchange by Bryson Tiller as you read your choice
I picked up the cat collar and brushed off the Siamese cat fur. It transformed into a blindfold. A black blindfold made out of the same silk that was on the bed. The TV started playing a song and I gulped.
Shit. Out of all the Bryson Tiller songs, why did the TV choose Exchange?
As soon as the acapella hit, I was confused. Bryson's voice didn't come out of the TV speaker. It was only the official studio instrumental playing. But I swear I heard a voice. I looked around the room and I saw a man sitting at the table where the champagne was. His mouth was moving.
He was the one singing?
Why did he sound so much like a siren luring in his next victim? He probably was to be honest. With the sketchiness of this motel, I won't be surprised if my friends saw my name and my dead body on the news the next day.
"Come sit and have a drink with me, kitten."
He stopped singing after the first verse. The music played while I slowly sat down at the table. He poured a glass of champagne for me and slid the glass across the table. I gingerly picked it up and he smirked before raising his glass.
"Happy Valentine's Day, kitten."
"Happy Valentine's Day uh..."
"San. Choi San. Nice to meet you, kitten."
"I'm Y/N..."
"I know, kitten. I know..."
WAIT WHAT?!
We clinked glasses and we took a sip. The champagne was pretty good and I finished the whole glass since I needed some type of alcohol to boost my confidence in talking to this angel with the siren voice. I poured myself another glass and drank it. He laughed quietly as I kept drinking until there was enough for him so he can have one more glass.
"Why the excessive drinking, kitten? Are you still sad over your ex?"
I scoffed as I set my glass down.
"Hardly. But my brain keeps thinking about Jeno so I'm trying to forget about him."
"I mean you're in this room with me, sipping on the finest champagne and conversing with me. Let me help you in forgetting him by making you scream my name."
The next thing I know, I was lifted off my chair and thrown onto the bed. HOLY SHIT HE WAS STRONG! He crawled on top of me and tied the blindfold around my head so my vision was obscured. We soon switched positions and I blushed when I felt his boner against my clothed core. I was straddling him and I felt around him, my hands settling on his chest.
HE HAD SUCH A NICE CHEST TOO! AND WHEN THE FUCK DID HE TAKE OFF HIS SHIRT?
His hands were roaming my body and he was whispering dirty things in my ear while he unbuttoned my flannel and unclipped my bra. He was so fast with it! He also took off my pants and underwear as well as his own. By the time we were both naked, he caressed my face and guided my head to his thick cock.
"Lube me up, kitten. And be nasty with it."
I nodded and placed my lips on his leaking tip. Slowly, I took him into my mouth until I was able to swallow him whole. He told me to be nasty with it so I attempted to deepthroat him.
How the fuck did I succeed?
His groans and moans were low and airy as he threw his head back. He was breathing heavily as he caressed my face.
"Go ahead, kitten. It's all yours."
For the next few minutes, I was sucking his cock like a pro. I didn't have a gag reflex so I felt like I was on top of the world. However, he held my head still and he thrusted up my mouth. He soon released his cock from my mouth and he bent over me to grab my hips and sink me down onto his dick. Our moans were so loud as I basically got speared by him.
"Ride me."
HE DIDN'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE!
I was riding his dick like my life depended on it. I was still blindfolded so I couldn't see his reaction to me bouncing on him. But his breathy moans were enough reassurance that he was enjoying it. He brought me closer to him and whispered in my ear.
"You are so gorgeous, kitten. Bouncing on my cock like this. Screw your ex. He didn't fucking deserve you. I will take care of you. I will give you everything. Name your price and I will give my all. You are mine and mine alone. No one else can have you. I am devoted to you and you only. Now cum. Cum all over this cock. This cock is yours."
A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as I came all over his cock. He moaned as well as he held my hips down and shot his load inside me. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily. I felt him take the blindfold off me and I blinked rapidly so I could adjust to the light. He pulled out of me and smiled, showing off his dimples. He kissed my cheeks and played with my ass for a few seconds before settling me down next to him.
"Oh kitten... you truly are a gem in my eyes. Come closer and let us sleep."
I snuggled closer to him and shut my eyes slowly before drifting off to sleep.
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Kaos - "Top Secret"
What? Stuff
Song released in 1980. Compilation released in 1990.
Punk Rock / Hardcore Punk
Plays: 6.6K+ on Spotify // 8.2K+ on YouTube
Alright, so, in order to fully contextualize this gem, we're gonna have to go all the way back to 1977, because that's the year that saw the release of the Los Angeles punk scene's first ever record, The Germs' iconic and aptly titled "Forming." That little, deeply impactful 7-inch came out on a small, yet ultimately indispensable label called What? Records, which later sold its name to a Christian label and then resumed as Iloki, a Hawaiian-sounding name that didn't mean anything in the Hawaiian language itself, but instead cleverly reflected the attitude of its owner Chris Ashford—"I, low-key"—as he transitioned his business into a surf rock and surf punk outfit.
But long before the name change and soon after that Germs record were a few more seminal LA punk releases by bands that, like the Germs, had also been fixtures at Los Angeles' very first punk rock club, The Masque, too. These were The Dils' "I Hate the Rich," a split 7-inch EP by Eyes, Controllers, and The Skulls called "Don't Talk to Me" / "(The Original) Neutron Bomb" / "Victims," and another 7-inch by Controllers simply titled "Neutron Bomb."
And it's those Controllers who are really key here, because after putting out "Neutron Bomb" in '78 and then another 7-inch in '79 on the Beverly Hills-based Siamese Records called "Slow Boy," they disbanded. Frontman Johnny Stingray had been playing bass in the band for the past year, and while he didn't really mind that, he had also come into possession of a sweet, new Ibanez Les Paul guitar too, and he simply wanted to rock out on that damn thing. So in late '79 he formed a new group called Kaos, which he could lead on both vocals and guitar, and he enlisted his bassist girlfriend, Amy Wichmann, her guitarist pal, Lisa Adams, and on drums was none other than beloved San Jose garage and psych group The Chocolate Watchband's Pete Curry too?!? 😮
1980 would then see Kaos put out their only record, a three-song 7-inch on What? called Product of a Sick Mind, which contained a great second track on it called "Top Secret." And this is one that simply fulfilled Johnny Stingray's wish to be front and center in a band of his own making. Plus, it's a song that, despite turning 44 this year, has still managed to maintain every ounce of the raucous punk rock edge that it originally started with.
And there's really just something about so many of these early punk rock tunes in general, whether they be by The Stooges or MC5 in Detroit who started it all, The Sex Pistols over in the UK, or any of LA's own first wave crop, that just still, remarkably, have this timelessly cool and rebellious sound to them, and I don't think that you can really say the same for too many other genres. I mean, think about other types of music that were once also ridiculed as being infernal, demonic racket: rock & roll, jazz, hip hop; all of their first records, while they might still sound nice, are all so tame and quaint by today's standards. But a whole lot of early punk rock records have not suffered from that same level of tarnishing yet, and at this point, it doesn't really seem like they ever will.
The nice thing about punk rock, as well as its antecedent of garage rock, is that it saw rock music advancing and expanding towards uncharted levels of refined, insufferable snobbery, and it effectively then said, "nah, fuck all that, we're going back to the original spirit of this music, which is that feather-ruffling, rabble-rousing, dangerous type shit." And to its own credit, despite pretty much anyone having the ability to play in a punk band, those early days of punk rock generated some absolute gold that still more than holds up to this very day, and this little song by the ultimately fleeting Kaos, "Top Secret," which doesn't really have very many plays on either Spotify or YouTube, is just one of many.
Also on Spotify, but credited to the Controllers.
And here's a post I made about an Iloki comp that was put out in 1987 and has some really good surf stuff on it too!
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Fanfiction and Headcanons Masterpost
On today's list of my impulsive acts, a masterpost/masterlist of my writting stuff. probs gonna pin this and edit it regularly so that yall can know what to expect.
Update: I'm adding a DNI cuz I'm afraid of the internet after coming back and leaving Twitter, and also think it is worth putting some important info on my boundaries.
Writting requests: Open
Drawing Requests: Open
DNI
LGBTQIAphobic, Racist, Misogynist, Ableists, basically prejudiced people in general
Non-traumagenic Systems.
Proshippers!!!
Danganronpa/Omori heavy accounts (personal reasons)
If you romanticize abuse of any kind!!!!
Caliborn (Homestuck) kinnie
Pro-israel!!!
My boundaries
Im okay with NSFW accounts following me as long as it is stated in the Bio and has nsfw tagged.
I draw self insert x canon and my OCS x canon. I will always tag in case someone doesn't like dupes or sharing.
I will write/draw heavy gorey, graphic violence and slightly suggestive stuff besides the normal angst, romantic, platonic, fluff and those common things of such.
I will write heavier topics, but with respect to the topics and with due research, so it may take me some while.
I WONT write/draw problematic stuff such as incest, pedophilia and non con stuff. In writting i may briefly mention past SA or abuse BUT I WON'T WRITE ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS WITH CHARACTERS
It is a 50/50 chance of if I will write/draw yandere stuff. I am not the biggest fan of it, but if I do write it, don't expect anything romanticized, the characters will be portrayed as bad people.
I will ONLY write Ortho Shroud and Sally Williams as platonic. Same with Plushtrap, BB, JJ, DeeDee, Gregory and Casey from FNAF.
Fandoms I draw/write for: Homestuck (no epilogues or HS^2), Hiveswap, Creepypasta, Osomatsu-san, Madness Combat, Five Nights at Freddy's, Twisted Wonderland, The Amazing Digital Circus.
What I write/draw: OcxCanon (MUTUALS ONLY), CanonxCanon, ReaderxCanon, solo characters, general headcanons, aus.
If there is anything not clear, send me an ask or DM and I'll explain things to the best of my abilities
Masterlist for written works
CREEPYPASTA / SLENDERVERSE
My slendermanor au infodump
Neurodivergent headcanons with creepyppasta pt. 1
My Creepypasta AUs in general
Creepypastas soft spots
Creepypastas with an S/O that does SH
Tim/Masky with a super tall Reader
Jupiter Volkomenn x Tim Wright
The Proxies x Reader who is like Lady Dimitrescu
Tim Wright with Hanahaki disease x reader
X Virus x Biology Nerd Reader
Genuine - X Virus x Assistant Eri
Birthday Wish - X Virus x Assistant Eri
Jason the Toymaker x ADHD Reader
Jason the Toymaker x Chosen One Reader
FNAF
Monty with a Sick S/O
Monty conforting a heartbroken Reader
HOMESTUCK
Humanstuck Infodump +family dynamics
Pale Cronus x Porrim headcanon
TWISTED WONDERLAND
Jamil Viper x Yumi Yozakura - unusual surprise
Riddle Rosehearts x Nene Damseletta - Tea for Two
Vil Schoenheit x Idia Shroud Headcanons
Jamil Viper x Yumi Yozakura - Lunchbreak Talk
Vil Schoenheit x Trey Clover - Hidden Quirks (Headcanons)
NRC Staff with a Blue Point Siamese chaotic cat
Leona Kingscholar x Reader - Purring
Leona Kingscholar x Marina Havik - Post-Game Praises (Headcanons)
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RELATIONSHIP WITH '99 LINERS!
JEONG YUNHO!
🐶 The puppy/energizer ship but also main dancer ship???
🐶 Yunho won't hesitate to go crazy for a bit to make her laugh or smile, it just makes his heart warm when she does
🐶 They both give off dance leader vibes (Heyoon's more stricter as she focuses on multiple details while Yunho assists her)
🐶 Her standing next to him is like Seonghwa standing next to him - plus she wears heels constantly so they look the same height
🐶 The two of them shared a room with San until Heyoon got her own room in January 2019
🐶 That didn't stop the members from coming into her room anyway
🐶 Anyways, they're cute as hell
KANG YEOSANG!
🐕 The savage duo ship
🐕 They're the ones that roast everyone (Heyoon is the best out of all of them as she has the most brutal responses ever)
🐕 The other members may slip and curse but Heyoon just does it casually, not caring what others think (her members just find it funny and are slightly worried)
🐕 The two of them skateboard in their free time as well. Yeosang taught her all he knew and they have competitions often to see who's better (other members are always present and recording with their phones)
🐕 These two are more on the shy side so they bonded quite well on their own terms. Sometimes they just sit in the same room and listen to each other just breathe which they find comforting
CHOI SAN!
⛰️ The satan/duality ship, the only romantic ship in ATEEZ
⛰️ They're the parents of Shiber (San's Shiba Inu plushie) and Byeol (San's Siamese cat)
⛰️ Hundreds, upon hundreds, even thousands, of selcas of each other in their phones
⛰️ They even made albums that are reserved for public eye (Twitter, Instagram) and for themselves only
⛰️ They used to room with Yunho until Heyoon got her own room in January 2019
⛰️ In between 2020 and 2021, Heyoon bought herself a apartment in Gangnam that was sold over 2 billion won
⛰️ As soon as she could, she renovated the place to her and San's liking as he moved in towards the end of 2021
⛰️ Despite living in a apartment that was in South Korea's most richest neighborhood, San and Heyoon share a room in ATEEZ's dorm
⛰️ Now, backstory time!
⛰️ San and Heyoon actually were introduced thanks to Yunho's social puppy energy. Despite San not being the amazing dancer as he is in the present, Heyoon still completed his dancing and offered to teach him. Pretty much, Heyoon was his role model for a bit until he realized that he was in love with his fellow band member
⛰️ Confused with sudden romantic feelings, he spoke to Hongjoong and Seonghwa one night about it. The two oldest males comforted him and asked him a lot of questions, giving him advice and options but mostly importantly, the two men told him that it's up to him and Heyoon. Whatever they choose to do they will happily support them
⛰️ So, after their Answer promotions ended and their world tour was around the corner, San decided to man up and take the girl out one evening. He made sure that they went to places where fans couldn't recognize them and reserved a romantic dinner in a nice hotel. Of course, he told the company beforehand and they made sure that the hotel didn't release any information to the public
⛰️ Thus the man ended up confessing his feelings and to his luck, Heyoon accepted! The girl literally told him she did the same thing as he did --- she freaked out, talked to Hwa and Joong about it and got their advice and told the company that she'll confess soon to him
⛰️ And thus they ended up sleeping together after having some glasses of wine (all consented!!!). The next morning when they woke up, they just smiled happily and kissed before getting up, showering and calling the members to let them know
⛰️ Of course since they're ATEEZ, they threw a huge party in their dorms and celebrated by going out to play games, it was the best 48 hours of their lives
⛰️ ANYWAYS, ship edits! San and Heyoon are constantly looking out for them on any platform and saving them under false account names, even sending them to their families, close friends and members! Even their dancers, staff and company ship them!
⛰️ They were spotted on a date on San's birthday on July 10, 2020 where Allkpop, Koreaboo, Dispatch and other sites had pictures of their date. Thankfully they caught on pretty quickly and kept their distance from each other a bit until they were away from prying eyes
⛰️ On July 12, 2020, KQ released a statement and confirmed that they are dating with San's and Heyoon's own written statements. Most fans were happy about it while the shippers were mad about it, sad that their ships aren't real like they thought (Woosan shippers were the worst so San and Heyoon held a live together and explained everything, even warning the fans to not cross the boundaries between an idol and a fan)
⛰️ The moment went viral everywhere and earned them more fans
⛰️ The shippers backed off but they still posted about their ships. If they crossed a boundary, they were warned and documented in case it gets worse and a court was needed to be held
⛰️ ANYWAY, they're cute as fuck and hot as hell, lots of cute and adorable moments and even some moments where sexual tension could be felt by anyone
SONG MINGI!
🐺 As fans calls it, Heyoon is like his mom
🐺 They're quite a unique ship but they don't have that many on-screen interactions compared to off-screen
🐺 This may be related to the fact that San and Wooyoung are constantly around her (feat Seongjoong being background parents)
🐺 Anyways, Heyoon has a lot of plushies that remind her of Mingi so she always gives him one, in return he does the same (although her's are more bigger and almost the same size as her)
🐺 When they did the health check thing on Wanteez, Heyoon could hear the nurse and Wooyoung telling him to lay down. Thus, the girl got up from her position (she was snuggled into San's side) and went to check what was happening. She was unable to stop him and just gave up, returning to her previous position and sulking like a baby
🐺 She got a lot of kisses and cuddles from San who babied her the entire episode (it went viral on Atiny stan twitter)
JUNG WOOYOUNG!
🦊 The sexy duo ship
🦊 If fans call Wooyoung's laugh a hyena laugh, Heyoon calls it the witch laugh
🦊 Besides Yunho, she's the best at imitating his laugh just out of nowhere (sometimes the members think that it's Wooyoung laughing but instead they find Heyoon imitating him)
🦊 Her, San and him are a inseparable trio that just can't be stopped
🦊 Heyoon and San will kick him out if they feel like they need privacy for themselves (this counts for the dates too). Wooyoung will leave them alone cause he understands that the couple need some time together despite being with each other 24/7
🦊 K-Drama lovers
🦊 Heyoon has introduced him to c-dramas and they watch them together anywhere in the dorms or in her and San's apartment
🦊 Wooyoung's mom loves the absolute shit out of Heyoon and has replaced Wooyoung with her, thus Heyoon ended up as Kyunmin's favorite aunt
🦊 Speaking of Kyungmin, she absolutely adores the little boy with her entire heart
🦊 She spoils him a lot with toys, games and food whenever she visits with San and Wooyoung
🦊 Fans used to think they had beef during their trainee days but the two immediately responded and said that it wasn't true
🦊 They just weren't as close as they are now
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Celestial Sailors ATEEZ
An ATEEZ as Sailor Moon fanfic by AbsentCaryatid, 2.7K words
Written for @setsugekka’s Another World Kpop/Japanese Anime AU Collaboration (Since deactivated, will update if a new masterlist for the collab appears.)
Summary: On the way to college classes, a gender neutral reader with a secret identity meets eight new friends and a cat who have secrets of their own.
Content note: humorous fluff safe for all ages, food, references to straightwashing in the show's English dub, San and Mingi might or might not be a couple, no reader romance
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Your laptop was heavy in your messenger bag as you trudged to school unenthusiastically. Even though everyone agreed you were a genius, your stomach still tightened on days like today and you were eager to get the looming exam over with. In a pleasant surprise that distracted from your worries, along the way you encountered the most beautiful cat you had ever seen. She was sunning herself on the path and it made the points of her Siamese coat glow a rich brown in the morning light. There was something unusual about her coloring, however. On her forehead the dark shade was marked by a crescent moon shape in the same tan as her lighter fur. Stooping to talk before offering a hand to sniff in greeting, you were interrupted in your admiration by a voice behind you.
“Byeol, there you are. San has been looking for you everywhere.” The newcomer approached the feline and pretended to have a conversation with some head nods and an “Oh really” tossed in ending with, “Thank you for telling me.” Turning his attention from the cat, he looked you over head to toe as you stood again, taking in your sailor-style shirt, then nodded appreciatively. “Nice hair, I like the blue.”
“Thanks,” you offered tucking a short strand behind your ear. “You probably would look great in that color too.” Suddenly concerned you were chatting with a young teen, you thought to ask, “How old are you?”
Your eyes went wide as the mulleted blond announced, “It is my first year...” Stepping away from the high school freshman you saw him hold up his hands as he hung his head. “My first year of college,” he emphasized. “I am twenty-three and started a bit late.” Offering a hand to shake he supplied, “Name's Hongjoong. It is good to meet you.” Seeing your skepticism he added, “It is my height, isn't it?”
“Combined with your bunny backpack and the school uniform, you do look a little youthful.”
He nodded in understanding. “People misjudge my age a lot, I am not always the most mature person and I can get frustrated easily, even to the point of crying.”
“Happens to all of us at times,” you reassured kindly.
His smile in return was grateful. Changing tone, he spread his skirt out in display. Hongjoong explained, “There is no dress code, the skirt is just my taste.” He twirled a little to show off the movement and you noted it had a complete slit which made the choice of trousers along with it make sense.
Despite the awkwardness earlier, you were already at ease around Hongjoong and felt you might become good friends. “The college is my destination too, we can continue together.”
He brightened at the invitation, “I'd like that.” As you walked on you passed an electronics store with televisions in the window. Hongjoong grinned to see the screens display a handsome blond haired man who looked born to model.
You looked dreamily at the images. “Venus! My favorite actor,” you sighed. “He's so gorgeous.”
“And just as attractive up close,” Hongjoong bragged.
You looked at your companion in awe and asked in a stunned voice, “You have seen Venus in person?”
In a stage whisper Hongjoong disclosed, “Constantly. His real name is Seonghwa and he's my roommate in our dorm. I can introduce you if you come over for dinner tonight. He is really a sweet guy, bit of a cleaning freak but that comes in handy.”
Your jaw dropped. An evening meal with Venus from your favorite show? You were amazed at the turn this morning was taking. “Yes, I would not pass that chance up for anything,” you excitedly agreed. Recalling your manners you made sure to add, “Of course, getting to know you better is an important reason I am accepting your offer too.”
“Of course,” he echoed. “I could tell that was your real motive,” he preened with a wink as he continued his stroll.
“Hongjoong, wait up! You left home without us,” panted the men who caught up with a jog and now stood before you drinking from a shared water bottle. The taller of the two had a green head of hair that made him stand out almost as much as his imposing size, while the other bore a longish, stunning black shade and some attention-getting pants of bright red.
“Yunho, Wooyoung, meet...” Hongjoong hesitated as he tried to recall if he had been told your name and forgotten it or if it had not been given yet.
“Oh, um, you can call me Mercury, like the element. It is a nickname I use.”
“Like the planet too,” Wooyoung commented with a hard gaze your way.
“Mercury, this is Yunho,” Hongjoong said while indicating upward with his arm toward a cheerfully beaming man, “and the surly fellow is Wooyoung. They also live with me.”
Wooyoung waved off his friend's description, “I can be friendly when I want to be.” He punctuated the assertion with a smile your way as he opened his shirt a few buttons and ran a hand through his hair revealing purple tones in the sunlight. “I may seem serious at times but that is just because my attention is often split. I can sense danger and am always on the lookout for foes.”
“He is a priest at the local temple,” Yunho brought up with a nervous laugh before hissing, “You make it sound like you are superhero or something like that, Wooyoung.” Turning back to you he implored, “Ignore his rambling, please.”
“But we are....”
Yunho clapped a hand over his friend's mouth cutting off whatever Wooyoung wanted to reveal. Glancing at the sun's position in the sky, Yunho fretted, “Oh would you look at the time! We better get going so we are not late for classes.” Now walking at your side he requested, “Don't listen to anything he says, Wooyoung is a natural storyteller and even if he makes it sound like we are the kind of people who fight evil by moonlight, please do not believe a word of it.”
Hongjoong agreed a little too readily, “Exactly! We are more 'winning love by daylight' types.” Seeing your curiously arched eyebrow he hastily clarified, “I promise I am not hitting on you.” With a fond look bordering on starry eyes he admitted, “My heart is set on a tall stranger who appears in the night. They look so good in their tuxedo and one day I hope to see the person behind the mask, maybe even have a kid together. I'd like a daughter. Wouldn't pink hair be lovely? One can hope we would be best friends too.” Realizing he was oversharing, Hongjoong unclasped his hands at his chin and concluded, “Now if you get to meet Mingi, he is the real flirt around here but don't pay him any mind, he and San are very dear to each other.”
Just at that moment a motor scooter bearing the two friends under discussion pulled up and the men already with you greeted the arrivals. Wooyoung made the introductions, “Mercury, meet Mingi and San.”
The tall blond driving inclined his head as he walked the bike while remaining seated, keeping pace with you. “Mercury, is it? Lovely name for a lovely person.” The group rolled their eyes and San just shook his vibrant head of wavy teal hair that just brushed the violin case on his back. He knew the talk was all bluster and that Mingi's love already belonged to another.
“Not to pry but, are you a couple? You seem close,” you inquired of the attractive pair.
“Yes, we are dating,” Mingi answered eagerly with a warm glance back to his boyfriend.
“Of course not, we are just cousins, nothing else going on here at all,” San said with his arms still wrapped tightly and what could easily be described as romantically around Mingi despite the scooter moving at a very slow roll for the entire conversation. Seeing your confusion they amended their answers. “Well, it depends,” San hedged.
“This will sound like a weird question,” Mingi began, “but what language do you hear us speaking?”
After a moment of doubt you admitted a little quizzically, “English?”
“Yeah, we are cousins, definitely. That's all.” Even San did not sound convinced by his own words, especially given the way they looked at each other so tenderly. The queer subject was dropped as your growing party had now reached the college gates.
Two more men streaked by as the clock tower struck the hour and everyone rushed for their buildings. Hongjoong called out, “Yeosang, we have a guest for dinner, cook something, would you?”
The brown-haired man with a ponytail yelled back, “Got it!” as he headed to class in stunning green boots.
“He's shy,” Hongjoong explained. “Yeosang had trouble making friends until he met us, but he will warm up to you in time. Shouting at the other newcomer headed in a different direction Hongjoong lectured, “Don't be late tonight, Jongho.” The okay hand sign held up in answer over his black hair was good enough to take as a commitment for the evening. Hongjoong said he would text you their address after exchanging phone numbers. That accomplished, you parted until tonight, giddy with the knowledge of new friends and hope of discovering if Hongjoong really did live with the star you knew as Venus.
The math test went well and you made it through the rest of your courses with only the occasional daydream about Venus while writing his secret name Seonghwa all over your class notes on the laptop. Suffice it to say you came to believe Hongjoong when Venus himself opened the door at your arrival that evening. Down to signature red glasses reminiscent of the mask his well-known character wore, he certainly looked the part of a star. Sensing your shock, he introduced himself as Seonghwa and casually led you by the hand into the dorm. “I am just going to go set the table, may I leave you in Yunho's care?”
Nodding silently, you let Seonghwa maneuver you to the couch with a hand at your back before he disappeared toward the scent of food cooking. Loath to see Seonghwa go, you realized he probably did not want to be stared at and perhaps might have stuck around if you had been more composed. As for yourself, you could also use a break from the intensity of his good looks that were equally as handsome in person as on television and billboards, just as promised by Hongjoong. You sighed happily and relaxed into the seat cushions joined by Byeol, your first friend of the morning, who jumped into your lap and began to purr as you scratched under her chin.
Waiting patiently for your full attention, Yunho made general conversation while you recovered your wits. “You were right on time, that's something I appreciate.”
“Yunho is never late, it is as if time itself bends to his charms,” Jongho declared pleasantly from a chair nearby. Giving his junior a warning look not to say too much, Yunho divulged that Jongho was the most powerful among them. Taking the cue, Jongho began to break fruit from the appetizer plate before him and offered you an apple half after he courteously removed the seeded center using a melon ball tool.
“Pluto, Saturn, it is okay to be fully yourself,” announced a motherly voice nearby and you looked for the source. “Mercury is one of us.” It must have been the apple crunching in your mouth that concealed the direction so much that it seemed to have come from your lap. Surprised did not begin to describe it when you realized it was indeed Byeol the cat who had spoken. She jumped off your legs and sauntered to the table, then was on it with an elegant hop. She licked her paw and began to wash the moon design on her forehead as you looked to the men for an explanation.
“Yes, Byeol can talk and told me about you this morning.” Hongjoong walked into the room and sat on your other side, describing to Yunho and Jongho your meeting. “She knew right away you were the last of the Sailor Scouts needed to complete our group.”
Jongho looked at you in a new light. “Just like we do, you also save the planet from evil?”
The response came quickly, “I've never run from a real fight.”
Yunho laughed at your conviction. “You sound like one of us, alright.”
You broke into smiles all around knowing you would not have to battle on your own again. A few times somebody had shown up after you had done all the work, announcing they would be ready to help again at any time, but otherwise you had been going it alone and that was exhausting. Come to think of it, that masked person was probably the one Hongjoong had mentioned having a crush on. Surely there were not that many people running around your city in a tuxedo and white eye mask while swishing their red-lined cape.
It was at that point Yeosang proudly announced dinner was served and you made your way to the dining room where Mingi gallantly seated you then did the same for his beloved San. “Thank you, Uranus, you always take the best care of me,” San purred while keeping Mingi's hands in a lingering hold.
“I live to serve you, Neptune,” Mingi gushed. Watching the two, it was a sure thing they were family to each other, but you were doubtful it was the cousin relationship they claimed. Everything your eyes saw pointed to a strong romantic partnership even if they did not admit to it. One day when you were closer friends you would ask if the choice to conceal their love was not their own.
“In honor of our special guest, and now crime fighting partner if I overheard correctly, I present my newly invented dish, spaghetti and meatballs with three-hour whipped egg on top.” Yeosang twisted his hands nervously as everyone reexamined the brown items topping their plates. Apparently the flat meatball was not one at all, despite being the exact same shade of brown. It seemed the egg experiment was a rare misstep from the otherwise exemplary cook in their midst.
“Jupiter, I think your recipe needs a little work,” Wooyoung snarked.
“Shut it, Mars, I'd like to see you do better.” Yeosang retorted lovingly.
Wooyoung leapt from his seat brandishing the plate, ready to rub the failure in Yeosang's face.
Trying to calm the situation, you had one request before eating. “I want to take a photo, if I may, to celebrate the occasion.”
They were pleased to gather at your request. You set the timer on your phone and ran behind the group. Unfortunately, Wooyoung had chosen that moment to sneak off, supposedly to eat his burned egg in the kitchen standing suspiciously close by the trash can. In your haste, you forcefully knocked into his plate. Luckily it remained in his grasp but the spaghetti went flying, landing on Hongjoong's head.
“Tell me you got a picture of that,” Seonghwa asked in delight. Despite his leadership role in the group, he still could enjoy silliness from time to time. His smile increased infinitely wider when you shared the screen of your phone once you got back to it. Taken at the exact moment when two meatballs were situated on the victim's head, pasta was also caught streaming out from his scalp emulating pigtails of long hair. Even Hongjoong could admit the photo was funny once he had wiped most of the sauce from his head with Seonghwa's assistance. To be teasingly called meatball head from then on was less so, but Hongjoong was strong enough to bear it knowing laughter was needed to de-stress from your group's crucial job of keeping Earth safe from outside threats.
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General Masterlist
Masterlist of stories with No Reader/Idol Romance
#aw.kpopcollab#Gender Neutral Reader#ATEEZ#Sailor Moon#ATEEZ Fanfic#ATEEZ Fluff#Kpop Fanfic#Kpop Fluff#sailor moon fanfiction#San x Mingi#Hongjoong#Seonghwa#Yunho#Yeosang#San#Mingi#Wooyoung#Jongho#cross posted on ao3#no reader romance#diverseinsertknet
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Was talking about perfume/scents, so I thought I'd list the ones I commonly use (also for my own reference later on, as I often use these as references when writing!)
Almost all of these come from the delightful, progressive, Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs. (I include years to indicate how old they are- bpal scents are best when aged for multiple years- the older, the better they smell!)
The character based blends were made by @scentofawarden!
Dorian(2004/2018): This blend is an artful deception: a sweet gilded blossom lying over a twisted and corrupted core. A Victorian fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.
Stormclouds over the Midway(2006) : Thunder-charged ozone, plum-colored incense smoke, opium tar, and wormwood.
Talvikuu (2019): Skeletal limbs of birch and fir coated in a thick, impenetrable blanket of snow. This is the death of the year personified.
Halloween In San Francisco (2010): Salt air wafting in from the bay. Rain falling on rain-soaked leaves.
Wolf Moon (2014): This scent is that of unending, unquenchable hunger and feral madness. This is the dead of winter: a frozen night, chill wind, and the sharp, warm perfume of blood, fur, fang, and claw. Winter air, Terebinth pine, juniper berry, dusty orris, deep amber, brown musk, white sandalwood, black cypress, blue cedar, Siamese benzoin, white tobacco, and tonka.
Sir Thomas Sharpe (2015): Black amber darkens a pale fougere.
Gingerbread and Leather (2021) : black leather, gingerbread, clove, and tobacco.
Bitter Moon (year unknown): Nepal poppy, lotus root, wild rose, and blue hibiscus with blackberry, tonka, sage, lavender, peony and vetiver.
Buck Moon (2019): an amplification of one’s natural musk coupled with forest herbs, pine pitch, cedar berries, dew-kissed juniper, deer fur, a hint of clear, warm evening air and a crystalline spark of lunar oil.
Berzerker (2020): Thick furs, strips of leather, and a blood-stained axe with crushed poplar bud and juniper.
Rogue (2020): Soft, well-worn black leather, hemp, and rosin.
Fenris Wolf (2020): Rosewood, amber, red musk and a dribble of red sandalwood.
Blood and Bone: (This one is made by Sucreabeille) A dark forest at night. Moss and cypress, blood and warm fur. A whisper of gunsmoke, and a drop of sweet resins.
These are by scentofawarden! (All purchased 2012)
Saren Arterius: Geranium, chili seed, black pepper and cypress with notes of coffee and chocolate.
Kai Leng: Steel, vetivert, gunpowder and amyris wood only vaguely tempered with musk.
The Normandy: Steel, amber, ozone, leather and linen with hints of coffee, black tea, honey and musk and the barest trace of gunpowder.
Leta Weyland: Cajeput, jasmine, orchid and coriander with barest hints of chilli and patchouli.
Ellen Shepard: Cinnamon, clove, woodsmoke and cedarwood with the barest hint of violet.
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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)
Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion. Not requested.
❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰
"Hongjoong!"
You were practically swinging your feet in the air, whining and pouting like a child out of boredom and annoyance at being cooped up in the studio with your boyfriend.
"5 more minutes." He repeated.
"You've said that for the last 45 minutes." You groaned, tired of waiting for him to finish up.
"I promise I'm serious this time." He assured you.
5 minutes quickly turned to 10, nearly becoming 15. You let out a huff every now and then, eyes staring daggers into the back of your boyfriend's head. Seriously, why could he not take a little break? You wanted to spend time with him yet even on what's supposed to be his day off, he still chooses to work when you could both be doing.....other things.
Getting an idea, your hands quickly worked to rid yourself of your pants and underwear, Hongjoong, still focused on his task didn't even budge at the sound behind him. But when he began to hear some rather familiar moaning, he swung his chair around and was shocked to see you legs spread on the couch, your fingers rubbing against your clit as you stared at him through hooded eyelids. Hongjoong instantly got hard. Licking his lips, he got up and took his place next to you on the couch. Fumbling with his zipper, he pulled his pants down enough to stroke his hardened member.
"Let's play a game since you're so bored. If you can get yourself off before I cum, I'll eat you out right here. But if I cum first, you have to suck me off."
❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪
You were even more tired and angry than when you woke up. Why did your boyfriend have to be so difficult and special about cleaning? You literally spent over an hour lint rolling the shelves over and over again because you had 'missed a spot.'
"Make sure to get the corners, that's where the dust mostly accumulates." He called out from the kitchen.
Not being able to take it anymore, you threw the roller and the rag you were holding down onto the floor. You were tired of being ignored by your boyfriend except when he came over to inspect your cleaning. So you decided it was time to get back at him while simultaneously showing him getting dirty isn't such a bad thing.
Picking up the bucket of murky water, you mentally patted yourself on the back for choosing not to wear a bra underneath your white tank top. Looking over at Seonghwa, who still had his back turned, you put your plan in action. Splashing some of the contents all over you, you let out a squeal that had Seonghwa running over immediately.
"What?" He asked as he came in.
Putting on the biggest pout you could muster, you turned around to let him see the mess you made: white tank top soaked, your breasts completely visible through it, nipples poking out. Seonghwa's mouth dropped as he stared at them, unable to peel his eyes off.
"I'm dirty." You let out a huff.
Discarding the rag he was holding, Seonghwa pulled you against him as he began to peel your shirt off.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up then?"
❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸
Once again you tried to pull your boyfriend out of bed.
"Yunho, baby. Come on. You have to get up."
You tried to tug his arm, pulling it but he didn't budge at all. Dropping his arm, you looked at him with an 'are you kidding me' expression.
"You said you were going to get up early to spend time together." You reminded him.
Letting out a tired groan, turned onto his stomach and hugged the pillow underneath him.
"I will....just give me a few more minutes..."
Shaking your head, you smacked his back before getting up yourself. You decided to let him have it his way. You had a lot of things to do today, starting with taking a shower. You made sure to slam the drawers rather loudly in an attempt to annoy your boyfriend, which he did not really appreciate, but still didn't say anything.
You were barely 2 minutes into your shower when you remembered you forgot your shampoo in your vanity dresser. Not even caring to turn off the water since you would be in and out in less than 10 seconds, you sprinted out the bathroom, door accidentally letting out a loud noise that startled your boyfriend. He quickly shot up and his gaze fell on you and your dripping naked body.
"Sorry Yunho, I forgot this." You apologized profusely.
Yunho blinked slowly, eyes scanning your entire body as he began to move off the bed.
"Damn...I'm definitely up now." He chuckled at the double meaning behind his statement.
Although you didn't plan it, you couldn't complain when he pulled his shirt over his head and began walking you back into the bathroom.
"Let's hurry before the water gets cold." He said with a smirk on his face as he closed the door behind him.
❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰
"I swear to god, you probably love chicken more than me."
Besides the fact your cold boyfriend was being a selfish asshole by not sharing his meal, he had been blatantly ignoring you when you both knew damn well he was more than capable of maintaining a conversation while also eating his dinner. You let out a scoff when he still didn't acknowledge you and just kept munching on the stupid drumstick. Picking up one of his fries, you flung it at his head.
"I am talking to you!" You exclaimed.
"Busy." He pointed down at his food, mouth full of chicken, you don't even get how you even understood that one word.
"Well you definitely answered my question. You do love chicken more than me. I bet if you had to choose between me or a chicken leg, you wouldn't hesitate to grabbed the chicken leg and ditch me."
You were seriously about to smack him when he just stared you down as he reached for another chicken leg.
"Are you serious-"
Getting up in frustration, you were going to go the bedroom and make him sleep on the couch, but suddenly an idea popped in your head. Turning back around, you stood right in front of him from across the table, hands on your hips. He gave you a questioning look when he finally looked over at you and then proceeded to choke slightly when you lifted your shirt up and flashed your boobs at him. The poor boy was nearly wheezing at the sight. Feeling satisfied, you put your shirt down and chuckled at him.
Quickly putting the leg down, Yeosang began wiping his hands on a napkin as he walked over to you.
"I'm suddenly hungry for something else."
❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷
"Who's the prettiest girl? You are..yes you are." San cooed at the siamese he was currently smothering in his embrace.
Meanwhile you were on the other side of the couch, no longer paying attention to the movie playing. Well technically neither was your boyfriend, but you weren't watching cause you were too busy witnessing some furry feline steal his attention away from you to the point of abandoning your cuddling session in favor for her.
"San, she doesn't even want to be held." You pointed out how her claws were sticking out, her head looking in all directions trying to search for a way out of his embrace.
"Nonsense! My babygirl loves me." He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.
"I thought I was your babygirl." You whimpered slightly.
San didn't respond which made you even more jealous of the stupid yet totally innocent cat who just wanted to be free from her owner's caresses. Tapping a finger against your cheek, a sinful idea popped in your head. Taking advantage of the fact a blanket was covering your lower half, you pulled your shorts and panties down without San noticing anything. Pulling the blanket off you and lifting his hoodie that you were wearing slightly up, you spread your legs before calling out to him in a sing song voice.
When San looked over, his jaw dropped at the sight and he immediately put Byeol down on the floor.
"Go on now girl, run along." He patted her behind.
With a sly smirk, he began to position himself in between your thighs.
"Cause there's another pussy I want to play with."
❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲
It was supposed to be a date night with your boyfriend. You two had already finished eating the delicious meal you cooked specially for him and were now supposed to watch a movie together, yet his eyes were glued to his phone. Glancing over, you frowned when you saw he was texting no one else but Yunho.
"Mingi?" You poked his cheek.
"Hmm?" He barely acknowledged you.
"You're not watching the movie." You said.
"Yeah I am." He responded, typing something into his phone.
Rolling your eyes, you then asked him what part was it on.
"The part where they found out the butler did it." He answered you.
You wanted to face palm. The idiot forgot it wasn't even a thriller since his baby ass couldn't handle them. Getting up, you told him you were going to the bathroom, which he probably didn't hear since his conversation with Yunho must obviously be more important than his date night with you. Turning on the light, you peeled off your pajama set to reveal the new lingerie set you bought specifically for tonight. Pulling out your phone, you quickly snapped a photo and sent it to him. Hearing a loud thud, you smirked as you knew he saw it and that noise was of him dropping his phone.
When you came back out, he was no longer on his phone, instead his attention was fully on you. Clearing his throat, he stared at the pastel pink set.
"You got that just for tonight?" He questioned you.
"Yep." You nodded.
Letting out a long sigh, he got up and went over to you, an arm slinging around your waist.
"I'm an ass aren't I?"
You giggled at him and pecked his lips.
"Just shut up and come on. I didn't spend so much money on this for it to go to waste."
Mingi was a giggling and blushing mess as he allowed you to lead him into the bedroom.
❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰
You covered your ears at your boyfriend's obnoxious and loud laugh, no doubt signaling another victory on the stupid game he was currently playing. He had the volume up so loud you could actually hear some of the sound effects emanating from it.
"Jung Wooyoung!!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs and yet he still couldn't hear you.
Throwing your hands up in frustration, you gave up and went into your room. Taking out your phone, you began scrolling mindlessly through tiktok. Nothing besides cat videos were actually interesting at this point....
Until you saw the newest challenge that was trending all over. Perfect for girls who had oblivious gamer boyfriends like the one you had. Getting up, you decided to put the plan into action. Stripping out of your clothes, you grabbed a towel to wrap around yourself and grabbed a nearby plushie toy to throw at him since yelling wasn't going to work.
As expected, he did not notice you standing in front of him for a while after you came out. Aiming the plushie at him, you struck him right on the face. He immediately ripped his headset off.
"What the fuck are you-"
He froze when he saw you standing there, a mischievous look on your face. Swallowing hard, he widened his eyes when you let the towel drop on the floor, your naked body on full display for him. Not even bothering to see if he paused the game or not, he quickly got up and started walking towards you.
"Come here babygirl."
Knowing his teasing tone to well, you quickly sped down the hallway, giggling loudly as Wooyoung chased after you, catching up to you and holding you in his arms.
"Stop right there. You caused a problem, now you fix it."
Throwing you over his shoulder, he gave your ass a slap as he walked into the bedroom. Throwing you on the bed, he straddled your lap and began to free himself out of his sweatpants.
"Ok. Why not show me your skills with a joystick for once?"
❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸
You could not peel your eyes off your boyfriend's arms as they continued to lift up the weights he was holding. You were pretty sure you were drooling at this point. Every time his muscles flexed, you were tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth, your thighs clenching closer together.
"Jongho?" You shyly called out to him.
He didn't respond since he had his earbuds in, music full volume. Besides, when he was concentrated on something it was very difficult to get him to break focus. So you needed to think of something that would work.
Looking down and fumbling with the hem of your skirt, you finally had an idea. Moving cautiously so he wouldn't notice, you slipped a hand inside and began pulling your panties down your legs. Not like you needed them, they were practically drenched already.
Casually walking in front of Jongho, you pretended to be on your phone and 'accidentally' drop it. Bending down, you made sure your skirt rode up enough for him to notice you weren't wearing underwear. That is if he had even looked over at you. Glancing back, you caught your boyfriend's eyes, which were staring at you in disbelief.
"Guess it worked." You chuckled inwardly.
Putting the weights down, Jongho took off his earbuds and walked over to you. His fingers glided down to your skirt.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" He whispered, lips ghosting over your earlobe.
Sucking in a breath, you whined at him.
"I want you to pay attention to me."
Chuckling softly, he pressed your body to the wall, hands going to the back of your thighs and lifting you up effortlessly.
"Well then. Wanna help me out? Let's see how long I can lift you in and out of my cock."
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#ateez#ateez reactions#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines#ateez smut#ateez fluff#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#ateez headcanons
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Louis and the Aquaria: Chapter 2
Two days after that. The normally-unused hall had undergone a complete transformation — and Fred was stunned.
“Wow……”
Sitting before him were three large water tanks, roughly five metres wide. Within each one were some aquatic plants, as well as 20 to 30 fish in a range of vibrant colours and distinctive appearances. They swam through the water, sometimes gracefully, sometimes powerfully — the beauty of the aquaria was simply overwhelming.
“What do you think, Fred?” asked Louis, as he walked up to him.
Without taking his gaze off the tanks, Fred shared his thoughts.
“I’ve never seen such beautiful fish. Are they all from other countries?”
“Indeed. Southeast Asia, Africa, and South America — I heard that they were collected from these three regions and brought here via special channels. There was a concern that the quality of our local water would not be suitable, hence even the water has been directly imported from their native rivers and lakes.”
“The scale here sure is different……”
Even the water that filled these tanks had been procured from the fishes’ native habitats: once again, the thoroughness of this endeavour left Fred in awe.
“I’m planning to bring in more of Herder’s equipment at a later date; but for now, all I can do is to watch over them like this…… Oh?”
Noticing something strange, Louis peered into one of the tanks.
Before his eyes, a small pufferfish was biting the fins of its tank mates. Looking at the other aquaria, it was clear that other tiny skirmishes had broken out.
Seeing the colourful fish engaged in unbecoming violence, Fred looked puzzled.
“It seems even fish need to be compatible with one another.”
“Indeed. It looks like it isn’t enough to simply divide them by their native regions.”
Hesitating a little, Louis slowly put his hand into the tank, and broke up the fishes’ fight as gently as possible. [1] Confirming that the conflict had been resolved for now, he breathed a sigh.
However, Fred spoke up in concern.
“If it’s already like this from the start, Mr Louis, then it looks like it’s going to be quite difficult for you.”
“Still, it must be done. ——For the sake of William’s plan.”
Hearing those words filled with conviction, once again, Fred could feel the strength of Louis’s emotions toward his brother.
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Two days after the fish had moved into the mansion, the hall underwent another transformation.
The curtains had been drawn, and the entire room was dim. The large water tanks had been removed, and around twenty small aquaria were now lined up in their stead. Each tank was outfitted with the latest cutting-edge machinery to assist in the fishes’ upkeep.
In charge of their care, Louis quietly strolled among the tanks, scrutinising the fishes’ appearances one by one.
“Yo, Louis. How are they?”
Just as he’d completed his round of checks, Moran and Fred entered the hall.
Looking at his notes on the conditions of his charges, Louis answered in a businesslike manner.
“There are no problems at present. I’ve finally managed to understand their individual dispositions, hence their care should proceed more smoothly from here.”
“That’s great — though, it has gotten a little crowded in here.”
Moran looked around the room. Beside him, Fred was staring curiously at a device attached to the top of the tank.
“Is this machine necessary for taking care of them?”
“Yeah, it’s called a filter: it serves to improve the water quality,” Louis explained briefly.
In order to ensure he'd covered all bases, Louis spared no effort in his research, making detailed reports to Herder as he employed a variety of equipment in the fishes’ care.
Certainly, for the aquaria to be mechanised to such an extent, the level of technology required was several steps ahead of its time. To use such revolutionary technology for the sole purpose of rearing tropical fish: one could even call it extravagant.
As Moran watched the machines in operation, a dubious look crossed his face.
“These guys have been living in the wild up to this point, so it does feel a bit pitiful for them to be shut indoors all day. Why don’t you let them swim in the big pond outside once in a while?”
But Louis gently dismissed his proposal.
“I understand where you’re coming from; but we have to consider issues like how they would adapt to the water, and so I have refrained from doing that.”
“Then, at least bring the tanks outside so they can enjoy the sun.”
“That can’t be done either. If the aquaria were to be placed under direct sunlight, there would be other problems such as algal growth and spikes in water temperature. Hence, the day-night cycle has been replicated using artificial light.”
“An artificial sun, huh. All thanks to the development of industry,” Moran muttered.
Louis turned his gaze toward the lights installed above the tanks.
“These incandescent bulbs and other electrical technologies are still yet to be widespread — one can really feel the portent of Mr Herder’s work.” [2] [3]
As the two men made small talk, Fred watched the fish in the aquaria, his face aglow.
Then, the door to the hall opened.
Rhythmic footsteps echoed, and in came William.
“Nii-san.”
Louis broke off his conversation with Moran, and turned to face his brother.
“How has your work been?”
“It’s going well. Once we convey to Stapleton that we’re keeping tropical fish, I’m sure his interest will be piqued.”
“That’s good to hear. I hope your contact with him will be a success.”
“Thank you. And I’m glad to see that the fish are doing well. As I thought, it was the right decision to entrust their care to you, Louis.”
“I owe that to both your and Mr Herder’s help.”
Even as his reply was modest, Louis puffed out his chest.
Watching how close the two brothers were, the elder Moran smiled. But as he looked at the aquaria again, a tiny doubt suddenly struck him.
“By the way, we’re keeping these fish so we can meet with this Stapleton guy, right? Then when that’s done, what’ll happen to them?”
Louis tilted his head slightly as he pondered.
“Well…… As far as I understood his nature, in all likelihood, he’ll want to take the fish. In that case, we’ll probably hand them all over to him.”
He’d said that with a straight face, and Moran was stunned.
“Really? Don’t you think we should keep at least one of these tanks in the mansion?”
“No, not at all. These fish were collected for the sole purpose of my brother’s plan — they are simply a means to an end, and I hold no greater affection for them beyond that.”
“I-I see……”
For Moran and Louis, even as they shared William’s ambitions as his comrades, they knew full well they were but one of his chess pieces: if he were to order them to die, they were prepared to lay down their lives at any moment.
These fish were also no more than tools — everyone in the room understood that. But upon hearing how bluntly Louis put it, the older man could not hide his astonishment.
Next to them, William glanced over the fish.
“Still, they do look rather healthy, swimming around like that. For one, the colours of these Puntius rhomboocellatus are rather vibrant.”
“Ah, so that’s their name? It’s quite a mouthful.”
What William had just mentioned was the scientific name of the fish. In the event that Louis was unable to care for the fish, Moran and Fred had also familiarised themselves with their names just in case; but since they felt rather formal, Moran didn’t use them very much.
At his brother’s satisfied expression, Louis beamed with joy.
“You have a wonderful eye for aesthetics, nii-san. Besides those, I would also recommend the Mikrogeophagus ramirezi.”
“Hm, they’re a beautiful shade of blue. Though I personally like the Neolamprologus brichardi over here as well.”
“I see. Then what do you think about the Julidochromis transcriptus and Pelvicachromis taeniatus? Both are from Africa too.”
“……You know, it’s great that you guys get along so well — but can we leave it at that?”
Moran’s eye twitched. But they ignored his puzzlement, and continued their jargon-filled exchange.
“Still, taking the practical view, I quite like these Corydoras paleatus for cleaning up remnants of food from the tank. On the other hand, these Laubuka dadiburjori will jump out of the aquaria if they’re left uncovered, and I had a hard time finding tank mates for the Boraras urophthalmoides.”
“Speaking of utility, Louis: I suppose you would fancy the algae-eating Siamese flying fox as well?”
“Fufu, you see through everything, nii-san. Oh, please look over here: the Nannostomus beckfordi are spreading their fins.” [4]
“——Stop! Stop! No more of that talk!”
Reaching the limit of his patience, Moran stepped between the two brothers, yanking them out of their own world.
Their conversation interrupted, Louis looked puzzled. “What’s the matter, Mr Moran? I was just about to show him the Triple Red Apistogramma cacatuoides.”
“You guys are getting completely carried away, and leaving the rest of us behind! And what’s with those bloody names? This isn’t some university lecture!”
Beside him, Fred was pointing at the fish one by one, murmuring the names that had come up in the brothers’ exchange. Clearly, he was making sure he remembered their names properly.
Quizzical, Louis responded. “They might be troublesome for you…… But my brothers and I memorised them in one shot.”
“Y-You’re kidding, right?” Moran paled.
“They really are on another level……”
Astonished, Fred also stopped what he was doing.
Hailing from a noble family, Moran himself was an Oxford graduate; in addition, Fred also possessed an above-average intellect. But when confronted with the intellectual abilities of the three Moriarty brothers, who were able to memorise such complex names in just one go, the two men were unable to hide their amazement.
“I mean, wouldn’t it be easier to give them nicknames instead?”
At Moran’s suggestion, Louis put a hand under his chin.
“Nicknames, hmm…… I haven’t had any problems so far, but giving them simpler names might be a good idea.”
“Right? It’s insufferable to have to listen to those curse-like words every time I come here.”
“Let’s try it then. But I will be rejecting any distasteful ones,” Louis quipped.
Moran looked around the room, his gaze landing on a tank with a school of guppies swimming within.
“Alright….. Then how about we call these ‘Fred’?”
Behind his glasses, Louis’s eyes widened.
“We’re giving them our own names?”
“It’s fine, innit? It’s a lot better than calling them ‘Mr Guppies’ or something.”
“It’s certainly easy to say—— But even so, why call the guppies Fred?”
“Because they’re small and agile, aren’t they?” Moran grinned.
Fred shot him a dubious look. “Is your reasoning that simple……?”
That logic did seem a little problematic; William, who’d been watching from the side, made a troubled face.
“Since you’re adept at disguising yourself, Fred: if we were to name a fish after you, it should something like a leaffish that uses mimicry. Moreover, guppies already have a rather simple name, so I don’t think it’s necessary to give them another one.”
“It’ll be fine — it’s best to go with your gut for such things. Anyway, it’s decided then: the guppies will be called ‘Fred’.”
It seemed that for once, Moran was unwilling to listen to William’s words.
Then, another aquarium caught his eye. Fascinated, he gazed at the sole inhabitant within.
“Ooh, this guy has the tank all to himself, eh? I like that feeling of aloofness — this one’s gonna be called ‘Moran’.”
The fish Moran had just given his own name to, was in fact the tiny pufferfish that had to be isolated on the very first day, after attacking the other fish.
“Ah, about that one……”
Louis did want to explain why the pufferfish was all alone; but seeing how excited Moran was, he hesitated.
However, Moran seemed to have taken that pause in a different light.
“Oi oi, did you like this one too? Sorry, but it’s first come first served — so I get to name him.”
“R-Right. If you’re fine with that one, then……”
Moran looked like he was really enjoying himself, and so Louis decided to keep his silence on the truth about Moran’s new namesake.
Along with Louis, Fred had also witnessed what the pufferfish did on the day it arrived. It pained him a little to see Moran blissfully unaware of that, and he looked away.
Then, a certain tank caught his eye.
“These are quite like Mr William and his brothers.”
“Eh?”
Intrigued, William and Louis followed his gaze.
Dancing before their eyes was a group of beautiful fish with an almost divine air around them — ones that could even be called kings of the aquarium.
“——Angelfish?”
Within the tank, three angelfish were swimming in close formation. They had glittering silver scales, with black stripes running vertically down their sides. That closeness truly reminded one of the Moriarty brothers, bound to one another with firm ties.
Their name brought to mind angels, and William could not help but chuckle in self-mockery.
“I think that’s the last thing we should ever be called.”
“Not at all. In a way, you three are angels — but more of the ones who sound the trumpets in the Book of Revelation.” [5]
At that ironic turn of phrase, William let out another meaningful laugh.
Beside them, with a somewhat absent-minded look, Louis admired the fish he’d grown so familiar with.
“Though, just as Fred said, their elegant appearance certainly befits both William and Albert nii-sama.”
“No need to be modest, Louis: you are just as noble as they are.”
“T-Thank you very much, nii-san.”
Louis turned a little pink at that. Looking at the three fish swimming together, Moran nodded enthusiastically.
“Then starting from the front of the group, their names will be ‘William’, ‘Albert’ and ‘Louis’.”
“It’s a bit embarrassing……” William smiled bashfully.
Moran walked away from the tank. “Both Louis and Fred agree with it, so it’ll be fine. Anyway, I’ll be off.”
“Eh? What about the rest?”
Fred called out to him just as he was about to leave the room, and Moran ruffled his hair as he replied.
“Now that I think about it, there’re just way too many of them. We’ve already named five of them after ourselves — that should be fine for now.”
“I guess……”
Faced with Moran’s overly freewheeling attitude, Fred was lost for words.
“…………”
Under normal circumstances, Louis would saddle Moran with some chores at this point. But his attention was still drawn to the tank with the angelfish.
He had yet to notice it himself; but their three names, now conferred onto those fish, had set off tiny ripples in his heart.
Footnotes:
T/N: Yuumori is set in the early 1880s — you can read more about that here.
[1] Yes, Louis did just put his hand into a tank with a pufferfish 😥
[2] Edison’s first light bulb had been invented less than ten years prior, and this used a carbon filament — tungsten filaments would not be developed until the early 1900s. (Wikipedia)
[3] At this time in history, electricity really was the preserve of the rich and few — even in 1919, only 6% of UK households had electricity (Science Museum UK). Interestingly, AC (alternating current) power systems were starting to be adopted in the UK around this period. (Wikipedia)
Aside: The ‘artificial sun’ gave me flashbacks to the manga Letter Bee… (Wikipedia)
[4] This is a form of threatening behaviour between fish.
[5] Moran is referring to the seven angels that blow trumpets to bring about seven cataclysmic events, as described in the New Testament (Wikipedia). Seraph of the End fans would be familiar with this one :3
Translator’s notes
Louis’s honorifics
I know I used “Louis-san” in the manga scanlation, but I’m just going to go with my gut and use “Mr Louis” here :x
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sleazy seonghwa who sneezes (i) || p.sh (atz)
➳ pairing: reader x park seonghwa (ateez)
➳ word count: 7146
➳ genre: badboy au; fluff
➳ synopsis: by the intervention of fate (namely Choi San), you see a different side to the school’s resident bad boy that you weren’t aware existed.
>>>
Park Seonghwa is, decidedly, what most of the school population would call a bad boy.
With his jet black lip piercing and dyed blonde hair that is clearly in rebellion against every dress code in school, he’s exactly the sort of boy your parents warn you against. The black leather jacket he wears in place of his uniform tie and blazer doesn’t really help his image at all, and you’re sure you’ve seen him step into school at precisely twelve in the afternoon from the window of your classroom, long after lessons have started.
You’ve known Seonghwa for a long time, since elementary school, back in the days when his hair was still its natural shade of soft ebony and his lips curved up in a soft smile instead of the thin, sharp line it does now. With silent eyes you’ve observed him over the years, watching as the death of his mother struck him as hard as a speeding car and doing a million times the damage, witnessing his transformation from the boy with the cute, candy like smile to the young man with hard, cold eyes and even steelier fists.
A few years, your heart broke for him as you watched him turn away from the light and walk into the shadows without a backwards glance, casting his life away into a hopeless abyss. But as time passed, the memory of that young, lost boy reaching out for his mother’s hand faded, replaced by bruised and bleeding knuckles, split lips and cold eyes.
You had stopped keeping track of how many piercings he’d gotten when you couldn’t count them on your fingers anymore.
Students whisper about him behind closed doors every time he passes them in the corridor, citing unknown sources and rumours about smoking, gang fights, drugs, the usual deal. Girls chatter mindlessly about his good looks, he’s strikingly handsome, you have to admit, but his arctic gaze is enough to keep them at least five feet away. No one dares to cross him, not even the teachers and school authority, and honestly, it’s a miracle he’s still even in this school.
He’s part of a circle of friends the school calls ATEEZ. Their leader, Kim Hongjoong, has kept his mullet for the last three years of high school, completely ignoring the repeated warnings that the school gives him, because who dares to touch him anyway as the eldest son of one of the richest men in Korea? Some you know by face, some by name, but you’ve never met, much less talked to any of them before. Instead, you keep your distance, not wanting to be mixed up in their troubles when they come roaring into school with jet black motorbikes, smirks and bruised fists.
It’s been exactly six years since Seonghwa’s mother passed, and you’re walking to school in the morning. Your earbuds are plugged in, the radio’s on and you’re just listening mindlessly to anything that comes over the station, scrolling through your Instagram feed. Oh. San is considering adopting his third stray cat, the ‘vote yes or no’ option beneath his story.
You click ‘no’, your best friend already has two stray cats and a Shiba Inu in his house, and Shiber is terrified of the felines. It’s a miracle how Shiber even got used to Darong and Puchi, but you doubt that he’ll get used to yet another stray invading his personal territory.
Turning and entering the back gate, you’re stepping across the grounds to your classroom block when your phone suddenly pings with a flurry notifications.
It can only be one person.
[Green Mountain] how could u not let me adopt yobu hes gonna be so sad u know TT
[Green Mountain] retribution on you and your kids and your grandkids and your great grandkids
[Green Mountain] why are we even friends
You roll your eyes, feet crunching on the dry leaves under the soles of your shoes as you type out a reply.
[You] What’s the point of asking for my opinion if you’ve already named him and adopted him San
You’re nearing the back of the school building when you hear a sniffing sound. You pause in your tracks for a moment, wondering if someone is crying from the stress of the exams that are coming in a week, before a soft achoo reaches your ears.
You barely have time to be surprised before the little sneeze is followed by a rapid series of more, each sounding more adorable to your ears than the ones before. There’s another sniffle and a sneeze, and you can’t help your lips curving up in a smile. Perhaps spending too much time around San has made you soft, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.
You fish out a handkerchief from your pocket, since it’s the first day of the week, you haven’t used it yet. The person behind the noise must have gotten a cold from the chilly autumn weather, so you think they might appreciate the gesture. Stepping up the stairs to your classroom block, you turn the corner around the building with your handkerchief outstretched and a gentle smile already in place.
“Hey, I heard you were sneezing so I thought you might want this...” Your voice trails off as your eyes widen, seeing the infamous Park Seonghwa leaning against the wall, hand over his mouth and nose, your own shock mirrored on his face.
For a moment, the two of you simply stare at each other in stunned silence.
You’ve always admired him in the same way people appreciate statues in art museums, from afar, studying each and every feature but never quite understanding the full story behind the carved jawline, the sculpted nose, the mysterious dark eyes. But this is the first time you’re seeing him up close in the dappled morning rays, someone so far away and untouchable, and you see the flaws that mar what you had once thought was near perfect skin, a bruise at the corner of his mouth, a scrape on his cheekbone, the white scar across his left eyebrow.
His handsome features pinch into a wary scowl when he sees you, straightening up his originally relaxed position against the wall. You’re a little intimidated by his height as he towers over you by at least a head, giving you a dark glare. “Get out of my sight. I don’t need your help-” The words are cut off by a massive sneeze that sends him burying his face in his hands, before he starts hacking furiously, alternating between adorable sneezes and baby-like coughs.
A snort escapes you before you can stop it and he actually pauses to give you a murderous look, right before he goes back to sneezing.
Oh my god, you think in your panic induced haze, he’s going to kill you to stop rumours of his childlike sneeze from spreading around the school.
You fight down the urge to laugh in this terrifying situation, instead focusing on the predicament you’re in. You’re trapped between a rock and a hard place, right before a person with one of the most feared and sordid reputations in the entire school. Give him the handkerchief and risk his anger, or leave without lending him a hand and still perhaps bring his wrath down upon you?
In the end, you simply do what you had set out to do in the first place.
“Here!” You practically shout in his face, trying to muster as much courage as possible so your voice doesn’t tremble, but it betrays you anyway in spite of your efforts. Thrusting the white handkerchief into his hands, you do some sort of awkward bow before the idea can run through your mind fully and your face turns tomato red in embarrassment. “I hope you get better soon!”
And then you spin on your heel and dash into the classroom block before you can die from shame of it all.
“Hey, wait-” Seonghwa calls after you, but you’re already gone, leaving nothing but your white handkerchief in his hand.
“You’re late today.” San remarks in a surprised voice when you slide into the seat next to his, panting for air from your little dash to class.
“I was lending someone a handkerchief. And you’re early.” You turn to the window, making a big show of searching the sky. “I don’t see any pigs, falling or flying… so I must be dreaming.”
“Well, I had to come early to school so my chauffeur could fetch Yobu back to the mansion for me.” Your best friend remarks with a shrug, and a silly, goofy smile crosses his face for a moment at the thought of the adorable one eared ragdoll cat. “I couldn’t leave him waiting here in the cold.”
“I swear the reason all these cats relate so much to you is because of this.” You tug at the thick leather choker resting against his throat, fingers brushing the cool metal of the round, silver studs on it. “If we just add a bell to this, you might as well be an actual cat, Sanie.”
Your best friend merely grins, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you expectantly. “And I suppose that’s…?”
Laughing, you pull a small cardboard box from your school bag, opening it and presenting it to San proudly. It’s a small silver bell, one that reminds you of one on a cat’s collar. The moment you had laid eyes on it at the mall, you had known it would be perfect for him. You gesture for his arm and he stretches it out to you with an amused smile on his face, your fingers fiddling with the friendship bracelet on his wrist. Undoing the clasp, you slide the silver piece onto the bracelet with nimble fingers where it rests next to the Siamese cat charm, the bell making a soft jingling sound.
“Ooh, pretty!” San inspects it with shining eyes, smiling broadly at you. He then takes out his own box, a red jewelry affair with the name of some expensive brand stamped on the lid in bright silver. Your breath catches in your throat as you catch a glimpse of it, the box is probably worth more than the entire charm you bought San.
“Sanie, you know I don’t like it when you buy me stuff like that…”
Your best friend pauses in opening the box, mouth turning down in a sad frown as he looks at you with earnest eyes. “But I want to do it for you. You’re my best friend, and I want to spend my money on you to show you how important you are to me.” You waver at his words, heart sinking as you feel like you’re making use of him for his wealth. But you know San is determined, and besides, he’s already bought the charm, so you sigh and try to fix him with a stern gaze.
“This is the last time, alright?”
San’s face cheers up in a split second.
“Alright!” He whoops, putting the charm of a Norwegian Forest Cat on your bracelet. It feels heavy, probably made of silver and custom made to boot. It’s been your tradition for the last two years of school. Every day, on the first day of a new semester, the two of you had promised to buy each other a charm to celebrate your friendship. Somehow, every charm the two of you had bought for you had ended up being some breed of cat, so you suppose that you’ve broken tradition for the first time today by giving him a bell instead. When San fixes the clasp of your bracelet, he grins at you and pats you on the head.
“There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
You kick him in the shin. “I said this is the last time, you goof. Don’t go getting any ideas.”
San pouts at you, shaking his head so that his dark brown hair falls into his eyes, showing off the red streaks in them. Your eyes widen in alarm and smack him on the arm as he lounges back in his chair casually, placing his booted feet on the table. “I thought I told you to get rid of those last week before school started!”
Your best friend whistles cheerily, feigning ignorance. “I promised nothing.”
San, for all the adorableness he holds, is too, part of ATEEZ. A certified bad boy, a definite troublemaker. Everything on him, from the designer white shirt with scrawled designs all over it to the multiple silver piercings in his ears to the striking red coat he has slung over his chair, screams rebel in response to every dress code in existence. San rebels, but he at least does it with style.
On the first day of school when the two of you been assigned to seats next to each other in class, the very first thing he’d done upon meeting you was to rip off his tie and declare to you loudly about how the colour scheme of the tie was absolutely hideous when matched with the shade of the blazer. He had then proceeded to rant to you all about the material of the blazer and the undershirt, and you don’t think you’ve seen him in uniform since that day.
Well, you suppose he knows what he’s talking about, considering that he’s the heir to one of the biggest fashion conglomerates in the country. Besides, you’ve stolen that red coat more times you can count on cold days and it often spends the night over at your house when San makes you wear it home.
“What kind of name for a cat is Yobu, though?” You ask San, shaking your head at him as the teacher walks into the classroom. He simply grins at you, tweaking one of his many earrings with amusement.
“A friend of mine chose it-” He begins to explain excitedly, but then your teacher clears her throat in front of the two of you hesitantly and San’s expression darkens, looking up to glance at her as if she’s a pesky fly he’d like to smack. The teacher’s face drains of colour.
“What is it, Ms Kim?” His voice is dripping with venom and you feel your face flush at his bad attitude. You tug on his ear and he yelps in pain, turning back to pout at you.
“Ow! Why are you bullying me?” San sulks like a little kid and you can’t help but swat at his arm. The teacher, drawing a little courage from seeing San being steamrolled into submission by you, pipes up.
“Mr Choi… you’re not supposed to be sitting there-”
That’s her mistake.
San’s eyes turn glacial as he turns to face her slowly, gazing down his nose at her imperiously, dangerously like a cobra waiting to strike. San isn’t loud and quick to anger like some of his other friends are, but he’s no less dangerous with that vicious, poisonous mind of his. The teacher falls silent immediately, none of the other students willing to help her out lest they get on his bad side.
“I’ve said it at the beginning of term and I’ll say it again.” San enunciates every word slowly and precisely, his dark gaze never wavering from the teacher’s eyes. You can almost imagine it, a monstrous serpent like aura looming behind your best friend, frightening everyone before him into submission. You’ve never been on the receiving end of his gaze, but you hear people describing the experience to be akin to staring down the barrel of a gun. “I’m sitting besides her and no one else. Did you not hear me the first time?”
“Mr Choi, I’m just doing my job-”
“Do. You. Understand.”
His last words are nothing like a question, instead carrying a more mocking tone. The threat is like a loaded gun, the bullet unseen and hidden in the chambers of the weapon, but the finger is already resting on the trigger, eager to fire. Your teacher pales at his words, fingers trembling against her binder.
You feel bad for her, so you gently tug at San’s sleeve, pulling his razor sharp gaze away from your teacher. “Hey, San, I’m not going anywhere. How about you start thinking about ways we can get Shiber to warm up to Yobu when we go over to your house later while I have lessons?”
His face brightens right away, the icy look melting right off like snow in the summer at the thought of Yobu and Shiber playing together. “Of course! Why didn’t I think about that?” Pulling a piece of paper from your bag, he swipes one of the pens off your table and begins jotting down ideas and names of cat treats. His attention off the teacher, the entire classroom heaves a simultaneous sigh of relief.
Your teacher takes five minutes to calm her racing heart before the lesson begins.
Seonghwa sits at the bench at the school gates, waiting for the rest of his friends.
Golden and red leaves spiral through the air, caught and tossed around by the autumn winds as they flutter to the ground like clipped butterfly wings. They fall to the ground, devoid of the green freshness of spring, dead and utterly lifeless. He remembers the limp hand of his mother, her fair skin drenched in crimson lifeblood, the drunk driver having crashed right into the side of his mother’s car as she returned home from buying him supper. She’d died on the spot, right before any the ambulances and paramedics arrived.
His fingers curl around the dry maple leaves, crushing them and scattering them with the wind. He hates the autumn. All it brings is death and pain.
“Hyung!”
He’s pulled from his thoughts and turns around to see three of the five 99’ liners stepping out of the school gates, arms slung over each other’s shoulders. A smile crosses his face briefly. No matter how terrifying of an image he might have to others, he has a soft spot for the rest of the boys in ATEEZ. All of them have stuck together through thick and thin, supporting each other no matter the struggle, Wooyoung through his addiction and Jongho through his fits of violent rage, Hongjoong with his familial conflicts at home and so much more. They’re like family to him, he briefly wonders, before his eyes darken at the thought of his drunken father back in the house they share.
He forces the thought from his mind, instead looking upon his friends’ faces, frowning in confusion.
“Why are you smiling so much, Sanie?”
The boy in question merely grins wider, tucking his hands into his pockets as he dodges a kick Wooyoung aims at him. “Wooyoungie tripped on Mingi’s shoe and fell down the stairs earlier.”
Mingi stifles a laugh at Wooyoung’s flat expression.
The sleeves of San’s white shirt are rolled up, showing the cat charm bracelet dangling from his wrist. The silver bits and bobs usually tinkle and jingle, letting everyone in the area that San is coming, but today, the sound seems to be especially prominent. Seonghwa’s eyes rake over the charms, counting five, six, seven…
He spots a silver cat bell dangling at the end.
“Did you get a new charm, San?” Seonghwa asks, curious and San nods proudly, preening in front of his hyung. The bell jingles once more, as if showing off to Seonghwa.
“She got it for me!” He smiles widely, stuffing his hand back into his pocket. San doesn’t need to say who it is for Seonghwa to know. Aside from ATEEZ, San has no friends… except a mysterious girl that San doesn’t want mixed up in their business.
“Can’t have Wooyoung seducing her from me.” He’d joked once, to Wooyoung’s not so amused amusement.
But Seonghwa can understand why San wouldn’t want his friend to be associated with them. From the way San speaks about her ever so often, she seems to be a quiet, mild tempered girl who focuses hard on her studies and can even miraculously convince San to revise for the upcoming exams with her in the school library. Being related to them in any way could stain her pristine reputation, make it difficult for her to attain any student leadership positions in the school that were vital to a portfolio, or even make any friends in general.
Honestly, Seonghwa doesn’t know why she would stick with San.
But San is happy when he speaks about her. He’s clearly fond of her, he’d even dragged all of them to search for a suitable charm for her birthday gift.
Then a ticklish feeling rises in his nose and he pulls the handkerchief from his pocket, sneezing into it. He doesn’t want to admit it, but the piece of white cloth has saved him so many trips to the convenience store nearby to buy a pack of tissue. Looking down on it, he sighs as he looks the handkerchief over. It’s a piece of plain white cloth, without embellishment or embroidery, nothing outstanding to set it apart from others physically, but unique, because it was there for him when he needed it. Just like the girl who’d given it to him, he thinks to himself with another sigh, wondering how exactly he’s going to find her and return the handkerchief to her.
He doesn’t remember much about how she looks, having been trying to stop himself from sneezing in front of her when she’d literally thrown the handkerchief in his face and shouted at him to get better, before she dashed away faster than Usain Bolt on steroids.
Honestly, who still uses handkerchiefs in this day and age?
“Did you catch a cold, hyung?” Ever perceptive Wooyoung asks curiously, before spotting the handkerchief in his hand. “I didn’t know you used handkerchiefs, though.”
For some reason, something in his voice is completely judgemental and even though Seonghwa feels the same, he can’t help but feel like he needs to defend the girl who gave it to him, at least. Then he catches himself, frowning. Wooyoung’s too curious for his own good, tell him a little and the he’ll have her name, class, blood type, age, address, favourite food down to a tee tomorrow.
Besides, Seonghwa wants to do this by himself.
So Seonghwa shakes his head.
“It’s not mine. A girl gave it to me in the morning, but I don’t know who it was. I owe her a word of thanks, at least.”
Mingi raises an eyebrow, teeth fiddling with the silver piercing on his lower left lip absentmindedly. “Someone approached you, hyung?’ He sounds as confused as Seonghwa feels.
Curious, San glances over at the piece of white cloth for a moment, staring blankly. Then something in his dark eyes glint minutely, the side of his lip quirking up in amusement. Is it fate?
A thought forms and the cogs of his mind start turning, building upon that wisp of a thought until it turns into an idea, then a plan. Seonghwa catches sight of the little smirk on San’s face and frowns in confusion, opening his mouth to ask the younger boy exactly what he’s thinking. He’s a little afraid when San smiles like that. It usually means he’s up to no good.
“San, what is it?”
But San shrugs playfully, eyes shining with glee.
“Oh, it’s absolutely nothing, hyung.”
Seonghwa’s been searching for you for a week now.
For the first time, he actually attends school regularly even if it isn’t to go to class. Standing at the main gate at the crack of dawn, his eyes rake the faces of the students who walk into school every morning. All of them give him a wide berth, wearing the same terrified, yet befuddled expressions, similarly confused as why to the one of school’s bad boys would actually be in the school compound before the bell rings.
Regularly, at that.
About fifteen minutes before the bell rings, he hears the familiar thrum of an engine and raises his head to glance at the driveway outside. Just as he does, a sleek black Jaguar purrs into sight, coming to a stop. It’s presence still causes the same ripple of excitement and anticipation as it did three years ago, and Seonghwa can see all the students in the front yard of the school whispering behind their hands as they discuss the boy inside, wondering whether he’s going to abide by the school rules for once.
The driver, dressed impeccably as ever in a black, custom tailored suit and white gloves, crosses over to the passenger’s side and opens the door for the person inside with a deep bow.
“Young master.”
Kim Hongjoong, eldest son to the CEO of one of the most powerful business empires in Korea and probably the world, steps out with a yawn, rubbing at his eyes as if he’s still half asleep. Then he turns to the chauffeur, who Seonghwa recognises now as Hongjoong’s personal assistant and bodyguard, and gives him a nod.
“Thank you, Jaebeom.”
Jaebeom falters momentarily, head rising a little as he looks at his master. “Young master, you know your father does not like it when you thank me… I am a mere household servant-”
“Who gives a damn what that old fart wants?” Hongjoong grabs his bag from the backseat, adjusting the silver beads and tags in his mullet. “I’ll see you later, Jae.”
The chauffeur can’t exactly argue with his employer, so he merely sighs a little and nods, bowing once more. “As you wish, young master.”
Seonghwa watches quietly as the car zips off down the street.
“Still here, Mars?” His best friend steps up next to him, bag casually slung over one shoulder as he quirks a brow, showing off the eyebrow slit at the side. Seonghwa lets his face relax into a small smile, adjusting the collar of his maroon turtleneck.
“Yeah.”
Hongjoong merely sighs in exasperation, waving his phone in hand. “You know, like I told you at the beginning of all this nonsense, I could have just given Jaebeom a ring and you would have your mystery girl’s identity in a folder on your lap within ten minutes. It would have included handphone number, siblings, hospital records and financial accounts and you wouldn’t be standing here like some lovesick goof every morning.”
Seonghwa doesn’t take any offense to his friend’s barbed words, knowing they stem from genuine concern for him. In fact, Hongjoong only uses his glib tongue and charisma when it comes to charming people into doing things that he wants. He’s not quite as skilled a manipulator as Wooyoung, who can puppet any person like a marionette on strings, but then again few are.
Seonghwa prefers it when Hongjoong takes on this tone with him. It’s more casual, more informal and Seonghwa doesn’t feel like he’s at risk of being played. When he speaks like that, he’s not the heir of the Kim Corporation, Kim Hongjoong, but instead he’s just Hongjoong, Seonghwa’s best friend.
“You know why I want to do this myself.” Seonghwa says softly and Hongjoong pauses a moment, because he does. He understands all too well just having everything presented to him on a silver platter with a golden spoon, not having to put in effort for any of it. Things lose their value that way, and he knows Seonghwa is determined not to let this happen.
Hongjoong merely sighs as he glances at the white handkerchief in Seonghwa’s hand.
“Well, I doubt anyone’s coming in now, it’s pretty late.” He tells Seonghwa, who nods and tucks the neatly folded cloth in his pocket. “Let’s get to class.”
San calls you at approximately five in the morning. On a Saturday morning, in fact.
Groaning as you roll over in your bed, you reach for your phone, the silver cat charms clicking against the screen as you put it to your ear. You’re thinking of a hundred and one ways to slowly butcher him and rip him into tiny little pieces when his cheerful voice comes over the phone. “Hey, my dear best friend, what are you doing up so early in the morning?”
A growl tears from your throat. “It’s 5:16 AM, Choi San. If you don’t have a good reason for waking me up at this time of the morning I’m coming over to your house, I’m going to rip out your throat and I’m going to steal Shiber from you.”
A horrified squeal comes over the phone. “Don’t steal Shiber!”
You almost sigh at how he completely missed out the ‘I’m going to tear your throat out’ bit, but you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation, sitting up on your bed as the blanket falls to your lap. “What is it, San? If you tell me now that you want to watch reruns of the Golden Girls at this time of the morning, I’m going to strangle you in your sleep.”
“Oooh, kinky.” San whistles and you groan, smacking your head against the bedside table. Murder does really seem to be a tempting option now.
“Choi San I swear if you do not give me a good reason right now I’m going back to sleep-” You begin but then San cuts in more quickly than a swerving F1 racer.
“No no no, please don’t! Well, you see, one of the maids back at my house just told me that Yobu fell sick and needs to see a vet, but none of them are open at this time of the morning.”
Your jaw drops at the news, heart thundering in your chest. “I can’t believe you wasted all my time talking nonsense when Yobu was ill! What are we going to do, San?” You’re honestly worried for that sweet mannered ragdoll cat, fingers drumming anxiously against the table when San continues.
“But I have a friend knows about veterinary medicine since he works part time at a vet, so could you please bring Yobu to him? I’ve already told him that you’re coming.”
Something strikes you as odd and your eyes narrow suspiciously. “San… why can’t you just bring Yobu there yourself?”
“Ahh…” You hear your best friend falter a little over the phone and from the sheepish tone in his voice, he’s up to something again. You’re about to question him when you suddenly realise that there’s the thumping of the bass in the background, synthesizers screaming and the sound of drunken singing. Your heart falls.
“You’re in a club, aren’t you?”
San pauses uncomfortably. You’ve made it clear multiple times that you don’t approve of his partying lifestyle, but you’ve also told him that it’s his life and he needs to make choices for himself. “Yeah… “ His voice is soft over the phone, but then it tries to cheer you up a little. “I swear I didn’t even drink a lot! I’m not even drunk right now! I just came for a bit of booze and the atmosphere.”
At that, your smile softens a little. You know that San is desperately trying to change his ways, but it’s only the beginning, the first step of a long journey. “I know. Be back before sunrise, okay? Stay safe and don’t make me worry about you.”
You can hear San’s smile over the phone. “I promise. Now then, I’m leaving our child in your hands, alright?”
You’ve barely agreed when the call ends, the beeping of the phone all that’s left of your conversation.
You’re standing outside an apartment building at seven.
Yobu lets out a little mrrow from the basket under your arm and you stroke him on the head gently, checking the address on your phone. He looks perfectly fine to you, but then again you’re no doctor. Glancing at the block number and the unit, you’re indeed at San’s friend’s house. What friend, you have no idea, but you really need to get Yobu checked up as fast as possible.
Stepping up to the door, you press the bell once.
There’s an electronic warble and some shifting coming from behind the closed door. “Wait a moment, please-” You hear and you frown, the voice sounds male and vaguely familiar, as if you’ve heard it before. But before you can remember where, the door swings open to reveal the resident of the house.
You nearly drop Yobu in your shock.
You’re so going to murder San in his sleep.
Because it’s Park Seonghwa standing there, blonde hair mussed from sleep, dressed in a soft grey sweater and sweats, staring back at you with equally wide eyes. No leather jacket, no silver chains around his neck, simple black piercings in his ears. To your surprise, he looks soft as a kitten, not at all like that bad boy image you’re so used to seeing in school.
You glance down at his feet. He’s wearing freaking Gundam cartoon themed socks.
“Mrrow…” Yobu meows plaintively from his basket, as if demanding for the two of you to stop staring at each other and get a move on. That’s enough to jerk Seonghwa out of his shock and he opens the door a bit wider to let you in. “Uhh, please come in.”
You do as you’re told, slipping your shoes off at the door and stepping inside. The house is surprisingly bare, a pair of folded mattresses against against the wall and a lumpy couch in the corner. There’s a vet’s bag on the floor, stethoscope already laid out. You glance to the shelf at to your left as you set Yobu down on the ground, there’s a picture of a woman who you assume to be Seonghwa’s mother, and next to that is a collection of assembled Gundam models.
It seems as if someone is a fan.
You’re briefly afraid if something bad is going to happen to you when Park Seonghwa closes the door behind you, but as much as San enjoys playing pranks on you, he’s never one to put you in danger. Seonghwa sit down before you, cross legged, looking painfully awkward for the first time you’ve seen him.
“Umm… Hi…” He greets you softly and you stiffen to attention, Yobu curling in your arms and you hesitantly stroke the tiny cat gently. “So… Yobu is sick?”
Your eyes widen a little in surprise. “You know Yobu?”
Seonghwa nods slowly. “Yeah well… I was the one who named him.” He holds out his hands for the grey ragdoll, looking at you hesitantly while you’re still staring at him in shock from this unexpected information. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip nervously, dragging across the black piercing there. “May I?’
You somehow regain enough cognitive function to place Yobu into his arms, the small feline nosing into Seonghwa’s chest and he lets out a gentle laugh, nuzzling the kitten with his nose. “Let’s see what’s wrong with you, little guy.”
Your mind is still reeling from all of… this. From what you know, Park Seonghwa is a mysterious bad boy who is a member of a terrifying group called ATEEZ that your best friend also happens to be part of. But even after knowing San for three years, he’s never really exposed you to any of his other friends, so you still steer clear of them whenever you see them in school.
But this Park Seonghwa before you is looking at the tiny kitten like it holds the moon and stars in its tiny paws, humming a soft tune under his breath as he reaches for his stethoscope. He’s nothing like the Park Seonghwa you’re familiar with, bruised fingers gentle as he checks over Yobu for any physical ailments, cooing to the cat in a sweet voice when it attempts to squirm out of his arms occasionally. You usually never say this… but you’re quite mindblown.
“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with him.” Seonghwa muses after a while, setting his tools down. You’re jerked out of your stunned stupor, letting out a witty ‘eh?’ as he puts Yobu down on the ground, the kitten batting at his sweater sleeve with its paws.
Seonghwa tugs his lip piercing between his teeth and for a second, you’re raising your eyes to heaven to ask exactly what you have done to deserve this punishment, but then he’s speaking once more. “I don’t see anything wrong with Yobu… He seems perfectly fine. Did San mention anything?”
You shake your head. “No, San just told me to bring Yobu over to you.”
“That’s odd…” Seonghwa frowns, fingers fiddling with the piercings on the shell of his ear before he lets out a sigh, rising to his feet. You keep your remark of ‘yeah, that sounds like San’ to yourself as you follow him with your eyes, watching as he steps over to the shelf, opening one of the drawers. “Anyway, I’m glad you came. I’ve been looking for you for a couple of weeks now.”
You pause, a little confused. Looking for you? What would the Park Seonghwa be searching for a person like you?
When he turns around, he’s holding your white handkerchief in his hands.
The two week old memory comes to the front of your mind and your mouth falls open. You remember walking to school, hearing someone sniffing quietly behind the school building, offering them a handkerchief… only for the person to be the one and only Park Seonghwa.
“Ahh…” Is all you manage to say, a little stunned as you accept the handkerchief back. It smells of clean cloth and soap that you don’t quite recognise, meaning that Seonghwa must have cleaned it for you. “You didn’t have to, but thank you anyway.”
Seonghwa shakes his head firmly as Yobu paws at the hem of his sweats, whining for attention. “No, I needed to. Thank you for lending it to me. I really appreciate it… could I repay you somehow? Maybe bring you out for a meal tomorrow?”
Your brain hits the brakes, all activity coming to a screeching halt as the words ‘meal’, ‘tomorrow’ and ‘repay’ bounce around your head like rubber balls. Thankfully, you’re saved from having to answer from the sound of your ringtone, although the second you hear it, you’re tempted to kill San right this second, and maybe yourself too, to save yourself the shame.
“You have a call! You have a call! Hey! Answer it! Don’t ignore me! Pleaseeee~” San’s voice comes from your pocket and you freeze in embarrassment, as Seonghwa stares at you in shock.
Your face turns red and you rush to answer the call, cheeks heating up in horrified mortification. Jabbing the little green icon with as much fury as you can muster, you hiss into the phone when the call comes through.
“What the hell did you do to my phone, San?”
“Hello! How’s my dear Yobu doing?” He sings, completely ignoring your furious question. You pause in your tracks, wheels turning in your mind as you put all the clues together. His too cheerful voice, the handkerchief, how he didn’t tell you Seonghwa was this veterinarian friend…
“Choi San.” Your voice is literally bubbling with mounting vexation and your rage must be clearly heard, because there’s a gulp over the phone. “Did you plan all of this?”
The line goes dead and you stare at your phone in shock.
Then you shriek in fury.
“I’m going to kill that slimy worm! That little bastard! Playing me like this!” Your fists are clenching around your phone, dearly wishing they were wringing San’s scrawny neck instead. You’re about to throw something when a warm hand settles on your shoulder and you whirl around in shock, suddenly remembering that Seonghwa is still in the room with you.
“Is everything alright?” He asks hesitantly, dark eyes wide and concerned and your rage dissipates into thin air, replaced by all too potent self-consciousness. He’d just seen you screaming your head off like a mad woman, for god’s sake.
“Yeah...I’m just going to have to kill that bastard the next time I see him.” You mumble under your breath, turning your phone to silent before savagely shoving it in your pocket. “Yobu is fine, San just played a massive prank on us.”
To your surprise, Seonghwa doesn’t even react in the least, clearly expecting something like this after having known San for so long. He merely presses one hand to his face as he shakes his head in exasperation. “I knew something was up when he was smiling so much that day. That kid, honestly…”
“Sorry for the bother.” You apologise quickly, scooping up Yobu in your arms and placing him in his basket. The ragdoll lets out a soft meow, as if confused as to why you’re leaving so soon when you practically run for the door in shame. But right before you can leave, Seonghwa’s hand grasps your wrist lightly, pulling you back, and you make a soft ‘eep’ in surprise as you turn to face him.
He actually looks painfully nervous, teeth toying with the black piercing on his lower lip as his gaze moves around shiftily, his toes scrunching up under Robot Man’s face. “Well… will you… will you let me bring you for dinner tomorrow? To thank you?”
You freeze awkwardly, the tension between the two of you thick as sauna steam. After a long, awkward pause of silence, Seonghwa finally seems to realise he’s holding onto your wrist and drops it like you have the plague, scooting back several steps to a more respectful distance. His tongue swipes across his pink lips shyly as he musters up the courage to speak again. “Please? I mean, if you’re uncomfortable, you don’t need to, I completely understand-”
You’re snapped out of your lip piercing induced shock when you finally realise that Seonghwa thinks that you’re reluctant to go with him. Not that you aren’t slightly… but maybe it’s time to give San’s friends a chance and get to know them. From what you’ve seen of Seonghwa, he doesn’t seem that bad to you anyway.
Awkwardly, you unlock your phone and pass it to him.
His eyes widen in surprise when he sees a blank contact open, the tiny line hovering at the ‘Name’ bar. Then a smile, one real and genuine, settles on his face as he enters his name and phone number, saving it before he passes it back to you.
“I’ll call you?” He asks as you slip on your shoes, balancing Yobu’s basket in one hand and your phone in the other. You nod in reply, a little breathless from his radiant smile.
“Yeah.”
From the basket, Yobu gives a smug mew of affirmation. His mission is complete.
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S/O is a potion maker and skeleton bro’s know this and one day s/o mixes up the drinks and the potions and when one of the skeletons come down to grab a drink they drink the potion and turn into a cat, but s/o promises that they’ll turn back in a hour (there potions aren’t that strong
Since I’m allergic to cats, would I be allergic to myself if I was turned into one? Or would I be allergic to people 🤔
Sans: whelp, guess it’s time for a catnap. (He sleeps the whole hour)
Sans was turned into a cream Scottish fold
Papyrus: after his initial freak out, he settles for following you around just in case something goes wrong. If he’s not too heavy, he’ll ride on your shoulder for the whole hour. Of course this ends badly when he turns back. Oops
Papyrus was turned into the classic American shorthair tabby
Star: he’s surprisingly not worried. star as a cat has the ZOOMIES. He’s enjoying his catlike agility, and will basically pull off crazy stunts the whole hour.
Star got turned into a small pale spotted bengal
Honey: he’s the fluffiest cat of all the boys. Just poof everywhere. He totally uses this as an excuse to get some cuddles. Honey immediately plops down on your lap, and since he is a cat, you’re legally not allowed to move him.
Honey is a orange Persian rag doll cross (and he’s hella fluffy)
Red: like star, he has a bad case of the zoomies, but it’s because he’s freaking out over everything. Cat red is even more high strung than normal red. Every loud noise and sudden movement makes him basically backflip. He’s gonna be pissed off when he comes back
He was turned into a grey Manx
Edge: get ready for an hour of SCREAMING. Edge is ranting his heart out right now, but since he’s a cat, the only thing you’re hearing is angry yowling. Good luck
Edge was turned into a regal Norwegian forest cat, he has three large scars across his left eye
Mal: he spends the whole hour hiding from you and cash. There’s no way he’s letting anyone take advantage of him. Any cameras and phones will be attacked on sight
Mal is a sleek Siamese cat. He sports a small scar over his right eye
Cash: ok he’s low key freaking out at first, but then he realizes all the prank potential here! He goes out and does some really questionable sh*t during his hour as a cat. Later you find he’s trending on reddit. Cash considers this one of his proudest moments
Cash is a pretty grey rag doll
Oak: this is too weird for him to deal. Like sans, oak is gonna pass out for an hour
Oak is a large black Scottish fold. He’s missing his right ear
Willow: he’s really stressed and trying to keep busy. During his hour, he talks to you like he normally does, so all you hear is this never ending cascade of mews.
Willow is a massive Maine coon. He has multiple little scars on his muzzle
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Ch. 20: A Path
Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)
Words: 1.6k
Pairing: ATEEZ OT8 x OCs
Genre: Adventure, Pirate AU
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mentions of deadly traps, bug attacks, blood, and venom
A/N: Italics means they’re speaking Korean
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Phoebe asked as she rushed over to help him up.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
Grace-Anne then kneeled down to get a good look at the stone staircase. The open itself was about as wide and long as a large cardboard box with a descending stone staircase. Each step disappeared more and more into the dark underground, and the cold dampness cut through the jungle’s humidity. Pulling out her flashlight, Grace-Anne switched it on and shined it down the staircase. Nothing out of the ordinary except for a few dead snakes, but she felt uneasy about immediately taking the steps down.
A rock sat idly next to her, and it was immediately serving as a guinea pig. She tossed it down where it could still be visible by the light beams. Landing on a stone in one of the steps, it sank down halfway, and a spear shot up from the middle of the stone. The rock was split into two pieces before falling away somewhere.
“Do any of the notes say anything about this?” Grace-Anne asked as she stood.
Hongjoong was already ahead of her and reviewing the notes on both the map and the journal.
“Yes,” he nodded once he found the page. “Any of the stones with a golf-ball sized hole in the center has a deadly spear. Have your flashlights ready.”
One by one, the crew switched on their lights just before descending down the stone steps, tip-toeing over each holed stone. The air seemed to grow colder and more dense, and a soft blue glow could be seen up ahead. When they reached the bottom, a foul stench attacked their noses as they turned a corner.
“If I see one more corpse,” Dinah threatened, “I will kick a stalagmite.”
“I don’t think it’s a dead body, we’re smelling,” Grace-Anne replied as they walked a little further. “It smells more like mud after the rain.”
The sound of a river rushing could be heard overhead. Hongjoong used his flashlight to read the notes again. “The blue light tells us that’s where the next piece is.”
“What is that light anyway?” Mingi asked as they strolled closer to the light.
“Yeah, there doesn’t seem to be any electrical fixtures down here,” added Yunho.
An opening marked where the blue light was hiding, and once the crew walked in, the light turned out to be what seemed to be twinkling blue clusters sticking to the wall and reflecting off of clear quartz fragments blooming from the ground to the ceiling. With this kind of light, the crew switched off their flashlights.
“Glow worms, of course!” Dahae recognized. “Their bioluminescence gives off a sort of blue or green light.”
“But where’s the diamond piece?” Seonghwa reminded her as the crew looked around. “It could be anywhere here.”
Jongho was about to try to move a quartz piece to investigate any nook and cranny, but Dahae stopped him with a gasp.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“These aren’t just any of the regular glow worms you hear about,” she explained. “These quartz’s have minerals that provide this species with their nutrients, and they’re aggressive if they’re touched by any other living organism. Touch the crystals, and a few of them will attack.”
“They’re not poisonous, are they?”
“They just give you deep cuts, but the bleeding is bad no matter where the laceration is.”
“Found it,” Taeran declared as she looked up something in the ceiling.
Surrounded by clusters of the glowing blue, a shining fractal seemed trapped in another microvine structure surrounded by crystals. Beside it was a sort of lock code identical to a lock combination, but rusted into the ceiling.
“What’s the code?” Dahae asked.
Hongjoong flipped through the journals and notes a few times, scanning each page individually in case he missed it. He found something on the exact lock, but no direct answer as to free the diamond.
“There’s a riddle,” he shrugged as scratched his head. “‘Not a full circle, not an angle, not even a cute angle, only a straight path will you find the key.’”
“What path?” Dinah exasperated. “The only way out is the way we came in, and even then it’s deadly.”
“And we can’t exactly pry open the little binding it’s in without touching the surrounding crystals,” Grace-Anne added.
“Maybe it’s talking about the sun, hills, and a path on a hill,” Seonghwa guessed.
“We’re in a freaking CAVE!” Dinah retorted while motioning towards their surroundings.
Taeran stared up at it and recited the riddle. Circle, angles, path. Circle, an angle, a cute angle, path. A cute angle stuck out to her. Did it mean an acute angle?
“Wait a second,” a lightbulb went off in her head. “It’s not a regular piece of land at all. It’s geometric angles. A full circle is three-hundred and sixty degrees, a cute angle is an acute angle that’s forty-five degrees, and a right angle is ninety-degrees. What we’re looking for is the straight ‘path,’ and it’s a straight line. One-eighty degrees.”
“1-8-0 is the code?” Phoebe asked.
“It has to.”
“How are you going to reach it?” Dahae wondered. “The ceiling is taller than Yunho and Mingi.”
…
Finishing up in the bathroom, Celestia took one last look at herself in the mirror, double-checking for any fly-away strands of hair before standing back and seeing her pregnant self. Her stomach wasn’t as huge as a typical pregnant woman’s, but she still found it cute despite feeling like a bloated fish some days. Baby girl kicked, and the mother-to-be smiled.
“You’re so gorgeous,” San commented groggily as woke up.
“Hi, handsome,” his wife replied as she waddled back into the room.
The curtains were opened just slightly to allow some sunlight in, but not enough to disturb San in his sleep.
“How are you feeling?” Celestia asked as she eased herself on the bed.
“Better.”
“You look better, too. Your color is back. Are you sore?”
San shook his head. “I can move more freely, but it only stings when I move my back a certain way.”
“Dahae said it’ll be like that for a bit, but you’ll be back to exploring our next destination.”
A smile nearly bloomed on the young man’s face, but abruptly stopped. He wanted to see the new site, but Celestia couldn’t go anymore when she’s days from delivering.
“I don’t want you to be alone,” San shook his head.
“I won’t be alone,” she promised. “The girls will rotate out on who stays with me at each stop.”
“But what about when it’s time for you to give birth? We would have to flag down an ambulance or something to get you to a hospital if needed.”
San had wanted his wife to give birth in a medical facility that was safe, and she and the baby would receive proper care; but Celestia had put her foot down on having the birth on the boat since Dahae would help with delivery. However, she was becoming more open to having the aid of a medical facility if things were to go wrong.
“I’ve heard you can’t plan for how a birth is going to go,” was all Celestia could say. “But we can be prepared.”
San just smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “Such a clever woman, you are.”
Celestia scoffed playfully before asking, “Are you hungry? Grace-Anne left us some breakfast.”
“Can you get up?”
“Watch me.” Immediately she scoot to her edge of the bed, sat up, and rolled to one side to stand. “Cake.”
San giggles as the love of his life waddles out of the room and towards the kitchen. Celestia found her meal of eggs and Greek yogurt covered in plastic, and San’s bacon and omelettes were in the same shape. She removed the covering and put them in the microwave for about a minute while she retrieved both of their drinks.
A fit of childlike giggles erupted from San back in the bedroom. Celestia thought his medicine was making him loopy until he started baby-talking and cooing in his mother tongue. Was he looking at the ultrasounds and somehow talking to the baby? It wasn’t until she returned with their breakfasts when she saw what had happened.
“Angel, we’ve got a little stowaway,” San smiled as he was now petting a Siamese cat sitting on his stomach. “Isn’t she cute?”
“She is,” Celestia smiled as she set the food tray on San’s nightstand. “Hi, kitty.”
She held her hand to the feline, palm open and face up; and after a couple of sniffs, the cat licked her fingers and rubbed her face against Celestia’s hand.
“Friendly, aren’t you? How did you get on here?”
“She must have wandered up the landing gear from outside,” San guessed. “I managed to sit up, because I had to pee; and when I came back from the bathroom, there was a super cute cat sitting on your side of the bed.”
Celestia gave the purring cat a few more scratches behind her ears before thinking for a moment.
“What’s the captain gonna say?” she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.
The captain had a thing with animals on the ship. It wasn’t that he didn’t allow it, it was that everyone had a job to do and wanted everyone to always stay on task that getting a pet for one crewmate or for all to share seemed impossible. Everyone, including Dahae, had begged Hongjoong multiple times for a furry friend, but he always said no.
“Well,” San thought, “I mean we already have a baby on the way, so he might say our new friend has to go; but since you’re going to be here on each stop, maybe she can help keep you company.”
As if excited by his idea, the cat leapt off of San’s lap and tip-toed to Celestia’s bump. She began to purr as she rubbed up against it. It was as if she now knew there was something precious being nurtured and developed in a protective shell.
“I think we might have found our guardian for Baby Choi,” San jokes with a chuckle.
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Malgon (Crossover)
Pairing: Peter Parker (T.H. ver) x Dick Grayson (Titans ver.) and John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral Reader
Rating: Mature
Words: 1352
POV: Second
Summary: The multiverse is in danger as two demons got destroyed at the same time and joining forces. Only you, the protector of the multiverse, could hope to make an end to them, but you won’t be able to do it alone.
Notes: For those that didn’t know, today is Sci-Fi Day! This is the first work in the crossover event and hooo did I get carried away. For now, I decided to just make an outline with bulletpoints, but if many people are interested, I’ll turn this into a full novel lol.
Tags: action, swearing, mentioned smut, fluff, drama, angst, little bit of comedy and I now ship Dick Grayson and Peter Parker????
After the battle with Trigon, the Titans settled in San Francisco. Suddenly there were sightings of a Spiderman with actual spider powers and the Titans were like: wtf Spiderman isn’t real. They tried to ignore it, until they saw Spiderman getting his ass kicked on the local news. Dick coordinated a rescue for Spiderman, because he assumed it was just a kid trying to be like his favourite comic book hero.
When the Titans brought back Spiderman, Peter finally took his mask off. He’d been teleported a while back to this alternate universe. When New York was not like the New York he knew, he tried to find anyone he knew in different cities, eventually ending up in San Francisco. Peter was definitely smart enough to figure out on his own that he was in an alternate universe or a parallel universe or whatever. Either way this was not the world he knew.
Dick obviously believed jackshit about it, even when Peter showed him his ID card, which clearly said Peter Parker. Nonetheless, Peter was a young man with powers and he had no place to stay. Staying with them it was.
Flashback to when Rachel banished Trigon. At that same time, in a different universe, the Legends got rid of Mallus, combining them into one being that lurked between universes. When this happened, Constantine received a vision from Y/N, also known as Elegate, the janitor of the multiverse.
Your job was to just keep the interdimensional space clean and also ensure people stayed in their own universe, otherwise it messed up the balance. Yes, the Flash and friends were not your favourite people.
When your space got invaded by Siamese twin Malgon (Mallus + Trigon, for those who don’t get it), you knew it would take more than you to clean up the mess. They caused quite the havoc, flinging people from one universe to the other, hence Peter’s predicament, but also making it too unsafe for you to take people back across the interdimensional space to their respective universes. You knew you needed both John Constantine and Rachel Roth to destroy both demons for good.
You took John to see Rachel Roth, finding Peter Parker there too. Dick tried to kill both of you, but you managed to convince him that you were speaking the truth. Rachel finally then told Dick the truth about her feeling different. You explained that was the pull of Malgon trying to get her to pull them back into a universe. She was the only thing keeping them alive. Were she to lose the connection between them, Malgon would just disappear, unable to exist without being tied to at least one universe.
While John made an assessment of the situation with Rachel, you explained to Peter how he got here. Peter asked you to bring him back, but you explained he was stuck here until Malgon was mal-gone (ba dum tss). Dick promised you to look after him. “Just make sure Rachel is gonna be all right.” Dumb Dick, that was what you were there for in the first place.
John returned with good and bad news. Good news was that he could probably break the bond with a spell. Bad news was that this was a unique case, so he did not know which spell. Luckily, you knew the exact occasion of the biggest occult library in the universe. While you and John went off together to find the spell John needed for the exorcism, Peter needed to get out, because he felt jittery and nervous in this new universe with apparently an interdimensional demon lurking around. Dick decided to go with him to make sure he did not get into too much trouble.
Dick watched Peter from a distance as Peter went around San Francisco, stopping petty crimes. They had a talk on a rooftop, where Peter told Dick about home and Dick wondered why Peter bothered himself with petty crimes.
“Everyone matters, Dick, and I just want to help people. That’s why I’m doing this.”
Que Dick staring at Peter with dem heart eyes.
Meanwhile you and John had to come to the realisation that more books was not always better. You did not know which book you were looking for, but at least you could summon all the books that had to do with Mallus, Trigon or the multiverse. That narrowed it down to a couple hundred books. You stayed day after day in the library, even getting in after closing time, because you could just portal the both of you inside. You could sense John’s frustration reaching new heights.
Guys this is John Constantine, of course you two had sex in the library, multiple times. What else was “lunch break” for?
A couple of days into you and John taking forever, Dick started doing more than just watching Peter patrol San Francisco. Peter’s kindness was rubbing off on him and they patrolled together at night. They were having cute banter too of course.
One night, as they were out together, Rachel got a strong call from Malgon, demanding she opened the veil between interdimensional space and her universe. Gar and Jason both tried to stop her from leaving, but with no luck.
Meanwhile Peter was taking Dick swinging for the first time. They had fun and as the adrenaline filled his body, Dick kissed Peter when they were on solid ground again. Things got heated, but they got cock-blocked by an explosion. They saw Rachel leave through the windows, lights flickering in her wake, leaving a cold shiver along the spines of anyone she passed as she flew across the sky.
Dick and Peter got back to find Jason and Gar near death. Just then, you and John returned. You saved Jason and Gar, but it drained most of your power. There was only so much that could fit into the mortal body you had to assume when entering a universe. You used what you had left to locate Rachel and form a portal. As you, Dick, Peter and John passed through, you were basically leaning on John.
It left Peter and Dick to pin Rachel down, so John could perform the spell. After an epic battle, John performed the spell, but he was not powerful enough. Not knowing what would happen to you, you gave the last of your power to John to help and destroy both demons for good, freeing the multiverse of both Mallus and Trigon.
You woke up later, John half-lying on top of you, asleep. Feeling good, you woke John up. He smiled as he saw you were alive and well. You had a sweet morning, before leaving the room together. You found Peter and Dick in the kitchen, happily making breakfast together as Jason and Gar sat pretty beaten up at the table already. You asked what happened to Rachel and Dick informed you with a smile that she was ok and sleeping in her room.
After breakfast you offered to bring John home first, so Peter and Dick could say goodbye. Of course you knew what was going on with them, you were an interdimensional being and protector of the multiverse after all.
You dropped John off at his home. John basically asked for one more fuck, but you refused, afraid you’d stay too long. There was a lot of cleaning up to do and you had duties to attend to. You kissed him goodbye, lips lingering and fading away, leaving John to his life.
Meanwhile, Peter suggested staying there, Dick reasoned he shouldn’t. Peter then suggested they’d make the most of the time they had left.
*insert very cute sex where they try to memorise each other’s body or whatever*
You arrived while Dick and Peter were still at it and so you decided to check up on Rachel. You assured her Trigon was gone for real now. When Peter and Dick were done, you went to get Peter, made a comment on how they took long and then ushered Peter to get up and get going.
*insert very angsty last goodbye*
#crossover#dick grayson#peter parker#John Constantine#gender neutral reader#titans#rachel roth#gar logan#jason todd#tom holland#ryan potter#teagan croft#curran walters#brenton thwaites#matt ryan#dc#dcu#arrowverse#legends of tomorrow#dc legends of tomorrow#mcu#marvel#marvel x dc#john constantine x reader#john constantine x male reader#john constantine x gender neutral reader#reader insert
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