Hi! Iâm Crow, he/him. 21 y/o demiboy đłïžââ§ïž whoâs got that auti-HD wombo combo and various physical disabilities. My cane (named Hollyhockđż) is my bestie.
I post/reblog almost exclusively kpop, writing, and fanfiction related content. This includes NSFW content so minors please dni.
I write for Stray Kids and ATEEZ, and Iâm a casual enjoyer of too many others to name. Iâm OT8 at heart, but my biases are Han, Yunho, and Yeosang. Iâm a multishipper and connoisseur of rarepairs.
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My never ending love for yunsang in whatever form pleases the brain worms (analyses/meta, ficlets, picture comps, video clips, gifsets, incoherent screaming, etc.)
Ramblings about my fanfiction (+ potential spoilers)
Fanart! And original art! And moodboards!
Positivity posts
(If youâd like to read my fics, check out my masterlist!) (Or check out my ao3)
I donât know what possessed me to render like this but I kinda like it!
This idea has been rolling around my head ever since those airport pictures dropped, but I wasnât able to convey the concept how I wanted to at the time, but now I can!
>:333
If you (like me) live in the US, and if you (like me) are scared of fireworks, and if you (like me) like Stray Kids and are Han biased⊠then do I have the fic for you!
Check out my fic:
Fight, Flight, Freeze
for some good old fashioned hurt/comfort through this awful holiday. I genuinely hope it helps even one of you get through this, or at least know youâre not alone đ«
Puppy Playdates is a series of vignettes/little windows into the happy lives of a married (non-idol) Yunho and Yeosang. Warm and fuzzy feelings galore.
Part One: How To Cure A Bad Day -a guide by Jeong Yunho
Summary: Yunho and Yeosang enjoy a night in together.
Additional info: domestic fluff, slice of life, established relationship, gentle kissing, this is just 1k of them being soft and silly and stupid
Happy two year anniversary to this series and happy birthday to Yeosang :>
Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/86679326
Or read below the cut:
Itâs just past sunset when Yunho and Yeosang turn in for the night. The dishes are done, theyâve showered, theyâve changed into soft pajamas, but theyâre a little too awake to go to sleep just yet.
Yeosang pushes the pillows up against the headboard of the bed while Yunho sets up the Playstation in their room.
âWhat do you want to play?â Yunho asks.
âLittleBIGPlanet !â Yeosang exclaims.
âWhich one?â
Yeosang runs their blanket through his fingers as he thinks. âThe first one. So I can kick your butt.â
Yunho laughs. âItâs a collaborative game, not a competition!â
âIâm still going to kick your butt,â Yeosang smiles.
Yunho rolls his eyes affectionately, pushing the disc into the slot. Taking the two controllers from the dock and handing one to Yeosang, he climbs into bed behind him. Yeosang shuffles forward a little so that Yunho can wrap his legs around his hips, and once theyâre situated, Yunho puts a hand on his shoulder to guide him to lay back against his chest. He tucks his arms under Yeosangâs, resting his controller and hands on Yeosangâs lower stomach.
Vibrations rumble through both controllers as the console starts up, tickling Yeosang and making him squirm away from the sensation. Yunho chuckles at him.
He scrolls to the game and opens it, the two enjoying the opening cutscene and settling into the growing tranquility of the evening. Yunho runs through the tutorial level quickly, Yeosang waiting to join until the first proper level. Having played this game quite possibly a million times together, they spend a few minutes dressing up their Sackboy avatars with all the outfits theyâve collected and teasing each other for the otherâs choices.
Yunho ends up as Spiderman and Yeosang ends up as a ninja.
They enter the level, Yunho pushing the blocks over so they can make it over the first wall, but Yeosang pulls them out just as Yunho goes to hop onto them. He then proceeds to stay on a mischievous streak through the first couple levels until Yunho starts trying to sabotage him back and neither end up getting anywhere. They hold each otherâs avatars down, make their characters make faces at each other, trap the other or leave them behind, and make themselves run out of lives. Yeosang even pulls Yunhoâs controller out of his hands at one point and holds it away from him, keeping him from reaching it by putting his weight into his shoulder. Yunho is eventually able to grab it back with his long arms, and Yeosang pouts at his loss.
By the time they somehow make it to world three, theyâre laughing so hard they canât focus on what buttons theyâre pressing.
Yunho pauses the game so they can each catch their breath.
âYunho, Iâm hot,â Yeosang says through subsiding giggles.
âI know,â Yunho smiles down at him.
âNo, I mean temperature,â Yeosang turns his head to the side so he can see him better. âSet me free?â
Yunho lets him out of his grasp, but keeps teasing Yeosang. âYou shouldnât deny that youâre hot. Talking down on yourself is bad for your self esteem.â
âBe quiet,â Yeosang says around a smile, setting his controller to the side and sitting up. He grabs his shirt by the collar and pulls it up and over his head. Yunho canât help but admire his bare back, setting his own controller to the side so he can smooth his hands over the defined musculature. When he travels upwards to lightly massage Yeosangâs shoulders, Yeosang stops with the shirt still hanging on his arms, melting completely into the touch and dropping his head in contentment.
âDo your shoulders hurt?â Yunho asks.
âTheyâre a little sore; I worked out yesterday,â he murmurs.
Yunho puts some pressure behind his hands, working from his shoulders inward to his neck, and then down. He splays his hands across Yeosangâs shoulder blades, rutting his thumbs in grooves on either side of his spine. He knows Yeosang tends to carry tension there, and the little sigh he lets out tells Yunho heâs right. Smiling, he leans forward and presses a kiss to the nape of his neck.
Yeosang lets out another little sound, and then a laugh that Yunho feels vibrate against his lips, still held to Yeosangâs back. His hands have traveled downwards and he may or may not be pinching his sides lightly.
âStop, that ticâ tickles,â he giggles out, trying to wiggle out of Yunhoâs reach. Yunho pulls him back and nips him, making him let out a yelp in the middle of his laughter. Yeosang tangles his hands with Yunhoâs in an effort to push him away. He uses it to twist him around into a kiss, consuming his laughter like itâs an addiction. Itâs not the easiest position, but Yunho couldnât care less when Yeosang is exactly where he wants him. In his arms.
He can feel Yeosangâs pulse under his fingertips, taking notice of the way it gradually steadies out as they continue kissing. For how mischievous Yeosang can be, moments like this are where his true heart comes through. Heâs always been the gentlest kisser, his soft heart leaking through into his actions like an overspill. Which is something Yunho has learned intimately is a thoughtless action on the otherâs part. A helpless need to care and care to the core.
The depths of his care for others is part of what drew Yunho in, getting caught up in his personality like a fly in a spiderâs web; quick and involuntary.
Though of course, now that isnât the case. Heâs a willful prisoner in Yeosangâs heart.
Eventually they circle back around to gaming. Yunho ditches his own shirt because Yeosang asked him to, and together they find a new cuddle position to settle in. And they play nicer with each other, enjoying one of their favorite games for what itâs worth. With everything done for the day, nothing planned for tomorrow, and Yeosangâs warm skin pressed against his own, Yunho thinks he couldnât ask for a better night in.
Happy two year anniversary to me posting my fics on tumblr, which doubles as Puppy Playdates two year anniversary too!!
I was hoping to post another installment for it, but itâs not quite finished yet. So Iâm going to aim for posting it in a couple days on Yeosangâs birthday instead đ€
If you keep up with my little series, which one is your favorite? Mine is Before The Sun Is Rising Up!
I love thinking about puppydorm activities but it's yeosang and yunho humping all over each other at any given time. or generally just being clingy. things like hugs or cuddling that can either be very sweet bonding time or turn into something desperate. just the difference in yunho being so tall and big and yeosang being a bit shorter but buff makes it appealing. like i might just explode
Omg dude itâs like you stole my brain. I think about this ALL THE TIME. Especially bc Yeosang doesnât really initiate touch with anyone, but Yunho is *consistently* an exception. Like, imagine Yeo cuddled up on Yunhoâs lap watching him play Spiderman and trying to distract him and make him mess up cuz he thinks itâs funny. AUGH.
things that always make me happy: serial commenters. there are three types
1) reading a longfic chapter by chapter, leaving an increasingly emotional comment on every chapter, descends into keysmashes near the end: outstanding
2) read one fic by accident, clicked the author name, now working steadily through the backlog and commenting on everything, I wake up to an AO3 inbox full of enthusiasm: precious beyond words
3) the longterm serial commenter whose comment begins with I donât even know this fandom but because they have followed me from somewhere else: stunning. humbling. magical.
these are all *chefâs kiss* and I want to add one more:
4) left a comment a while ago, comes back and leaves another comment on the same fic, telling you that theyâre coming back to reread the fic: angels. blessings. lifesavers.
Lowkey driving myself crazy working on DMAS ch6 and ch7 at the same time but. The story is calling for it đ€· I planned the chapters out together, so I guess I doomed myself to work on them together too
On a plus side, both chapters are going well? Ch6 is at 2,713 words and ch7 is at 2,368, so together they make up a full chapter XD
Summary: Seonghwa is more than happy to be there for his Doberman when he needs him.
Additional info: AU-roommates, mild hurt/comfort, idiots in love, domestic fluff, slice of life, gentle kissing, pet regression/petspace, Seonghwa is a good hyung
This is part of my bingo series and covers the following squares: pining/idiots in love, puppy, hurt/comfort. Oh and happy 3 year anniversary of posting on ao3 to me :)
Read on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/82834651
Or read below the cut:
Itâs late when his roommate knocks at his door.
Seonghwa says, âcome in,â from underneath his covers, tucking a bookmark in his book and setting it to the side. He pushes himself up in his bed until heâs sitting, leaning forward expectantly as the door opens and reveals Yeosang. Peeking around the door, he steps into the frame, holding onto it like a lifeline.
âWhatâs up, Yeosang?â Seonghwa asks, picking up on his body language and adjusting how gently he speaks accordingly. When something is wrong, Yeosang is really bad at hiding it.
He looks up to speak, hesitates and looks to the side, then shakes his head. He puts up a hand and waves, then turns and starts closing the door behind him.
âWait!â
Yeosang stops, turning back around.
âDo you want to join me? Is that all?â Seonghwa offers up, pulling his covers down and scooting to the side so thereâs space next to him on the bed.
Yeosang nods and comes back into the room, cautiously crawling onto Seonghwaâs bed and settling beside him.
âAre you okay?â Seonghwa asks as he puts the blankets over Yeosangâs legs in an attempt to help him relax.
Yeosang shakes his head no.
âHow can I help you?â
Yeosang puts Seonghwaâs hand on top of his head in a silent question. Seonghwa doesnât miss a beat and gently scratches his scalp. He cards his fingers through Yeosangâs hair and scratches again at the base of his neck. Yeosang leans into the touch, tilting his head ever so slightly. His expression eases into contentment, and a sweet smile begins to play at the corners of his lips.
âYouâre such a beautiful doberman,â Seonghwa starts, and Yeosang perks up. Seonghwa can imagine ears at the top of his head, flicking as if to be sure he heard him right. He decides to start there.
âBeautiful ears,â he says, feeling around the shell of his ear down to the lobe with his forefinger and thumb.
âFur,â he brushes the hair out of Yeosangâs face and tucks it behind his ears.
âJaw,â he says while running his fingertips against the cut of Yeosangâs jaw, âand snout,â he boops him once.
Seonghwa smiles and cups his face in his hands. âAnd eyes. Beautiful eyes.â
Yeosang blinks those big, beautiful brown eyes up at him and Seonghwaâs heart tightens with fondness. He comes closer and gives a tiny kitten lick to the tip of Seonghwaâs nose, making him chuckle.
âCan I call you mine? Do you want to be my guard dog?â Seonghwa asks.
Yeosang smiles, and even his teeth are pretty. Even and white with defined canines that make him look even more like a dog.
He buries his head in Seonghwaâs neck and begins attacking it with licks. The tickling strokes of his tongue glancing over his skin brings bubbling laughter out of Seonghwa. He crosses his arms over his chest, but canât find it in him to push Yeosang away. The action, albeit a little gross, is too endearing.
He takes it as a yes.
âGuard dogs are supposed to be well behaved!â He giggles out, fighting back against Yeosang now. But gently. Just because heâs in a better mood now doesnât mean he wasnât not okay.
He squeaks when Yeosang prys his hands away from his chest and pins them to the side, hovering over him with an intensity heâs not used to seeing from him. He has no idea where Yeosang is going to take this. Itâs hot. Itâs scary. He panics.
âYeosang, fetch,â he says.
Yeosangâs grip slackens, confusion overtaking his face.
âFetch me a wipe,â Seonghwa stammers, âplease.â
Yeosang crawls off of him and fetches the wipe obediently, sitting on the edge of the bed while Seonghwa wipes off his neck and avoids making eye contact with him. Awkwardness seeps into the air. Seonghwa begins to fiddle with the corner of the wipe, the urge to keep himself clean satisfied, guilt taking its place.
âIâm sorry.â
Yeosangâs voice comes out small and fearful.
âOh baby, no,â Seonghwa says immediately, mortified that Yeosang took it the way he did. âYou didnât do anything wrong. Iâm just⊠itâs justâŠâ
He meets Yeosangâs eyes, finding care in them.
âI like you,â he swallows. âAnd I feel bad, but itâs hard to do this with you when you donât like me back. I still want to be here for you, I justâ I need a minute.â
Yeosang has gone still. Seonghwa grows afraid heâs said the wrong thing, ready to take it all back and pretend he never admitted anything whenâ
Yeosang crawls back onto the bed. And over him. And pins him again.
Seonghwa fights back immediately this time, pushing against his grip to no avail. âYeosang, this isnât funny,â he starts, about to continue when Yeosang leans down and kisses his forehead.
Now itâs Seonghwaâs turn to go still. He looks up at Yeosang with wide eyes and his mouth parted slightly in shock. Before he can fully register what happened, Yeosang leans down again and kisses his cheek, gentler than the last kiss.
When Yeosang hovers over him again, his gaze flicks between Seonghwaâs eyes and his lips, asking a question.
Seonghwa canât quite believe this is happening. But seeing the same hesitation in Yeosangâs eyes that he feels in his own self, he nods yes.
Yeosang leans down one last time and kisses him proper, somehow even gentler than the last two kisses combined. Itâs a fleeting butterfly touch of lips to lips, the softest, sweetest thing heâs ever experienced.
And it doesnât end.
Yeosang keeps kissing him. He keeps pressing the most delicate kisses all over his face, and every time he circles back around to kissing Seonghwaâs lips, Seonghwa melts further into it. Every kiss feels like a unanimous, collective yes to his unanswered question; that Yeosang likes him back. Heâs unable to keep a smile from his face, even when Yeosang accidentally kisses his teeth in his puppy love frenzy.
Eventually he settles and they cuddle, wrapped around each other in Seonghwaâs bed. Yeosang gets his words back when he comes out of his funk and they talk things out. This new prospect held in the tender space between them after multiple years of what both had assumed was a one-sided affair drives excitement through their hearts.
They laugh off the grief of wasted time, rather opting to look together at their bright future.
