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nebulousbrainsoup · 11 months ago

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🌙 SUMMARY: sometimes, your boyfriend has a little trouble expressing himself. he gets stuck in that pretty head of his, thoughts swirling like a storm. thankfully, you know just how to help him out of it. 🌙 PAIRING: kang yeosang x gn!reader 🌙 GENRE: fluff, smut 🌙 AU/TROPE INFO: established relationship, comfort after hurt 🌙 WORD COUNT: 1.8k 🌙 TAGS/WARNINGS: non-sexual dom/sub dynamics, stressed yeosang, stress/anxiety reactions, non-verbal yeosang for some of this, explicit discussion/negotiation of d/s dynamics & safety measures, pet names/nicknames (my Sangie, baby, angel, the rest happen in the smut lol), nonverbal cues as communication, subspace, brief mentions of food and eating, cuddling, not proofread 🌙RATING: mature 🌙 A/N: this is... a new venture for me, as far as released fics go. i have about a million blurbs like this that will never see the light of day, but after what happened yesterday... i had to give my boy some comfort. i hope you enjoy <3 🌙 smut tags under the cut ; divs from @cafekitsune 🌙 masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

🌙 SMUT TAGS/WARNINGS: clothed sex, dom/sub dynamics, dry humping, cumming in pants, emotional release crying, traffic light check-in system, pet names ([my] Sangie, baby, angel, baby boy, sweetheart, good boy), reader is possessive, gratuitous praise, humiliation if you squint, sub!yeosang, dom!reader

The moment your apartment door swung open, you knew something was wrong. It wasn’t the act itself that threw you; unannounced visits weren’t Yeosang’s style and, as you had come to expect, he had texted you before coming over. There was nothing telling about the way it opened either, the quiet creak of the hinges a welcome familiarity over top of the tension you felt radiate through the space. No version of the sing-song greeting you were accustomed to met your ears as you heard it click shut, and you frowned. The crease between your brows only deepened as you heard his bag hit the floor of the entryway, your jaw tightening.

This wouldn’t do.

Quiet footsteps shuffled toward the kitchen but you paid them no mind, focusing entirely on the pot of soup in front of you. A small, pleased noise sounded from the doorway, and within moments, strong arms were wrapped around your waist and Yeosang was burying his nose into your hair. You basked in the touch for a moment, letting yourself indulge despite your boyfriend’s disregard for your rules. With a steadying breath, you clicked your tongue in disapproval, moving to step out of his grasp as you reached for a cabinet above you. He only coiled tighter around you as you shifted, a broken little whimper leaving him and three gentle taps landing on your hip.

Your heart broke as you settled back onto your feet, recalling a months-old conversation for the hundredth time.

“So, I’m okay with all of that. It’s really stuff I already do anyway,” Yeosang affirmed, a pretty blush coloring his cheeks and ears as he looked over the tablet in front of him. “I mean, I don’t want you to think I’m like… breaking in or something when I walk in.”

You both giggled at that. “So greeting me should be easy, then. We’re starting out simple, Sangie, that’s kind of the point of this.”

He nodded in understanding, fingers tapping against the table. “So, one thing I already do and one new thing.”

It was your turn to nod, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. It’s kind of selfish too, honestly… I know I don’t have a lot of space, but even just giving your bag a more permanent home than by the door just… feels nice. It feels like you’re not going to run out on me over the little things.”

The look he directed back up at you was one of sheer adoration, and you felt your stomach flip. “Of course I wouldn’t.”

It was your turn to blush. You had to pause, gathering your wits before opening your mouth to speak but, to your surprise, your boyfriend beat you to it. “There’s just one thing. I… Sometimes, if I have a particularly overwhelming day, I don’t always… have words. And I don’t want to keep myself away from you or get in trouble with you on my worst days just because I’m too in my head to speak.”

Something gripped at your heart, squeezing it tight. “We can do nonverbal cues, like we do during regular scenes. You could tap me three times to let me know you’re out of words, if that works? That way you can still use your double tap to safeword, even outside of the bedroom, but you don’t have to push yourself to provide an explanation.”

His eyes lit up, a soft little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “That’s perfect.”

You had known it would happen at some point, but that didn’t keep your heart from hurting. “Oh, my Sangie,” you murmured, reaching back to card a hand into his hair. Another pitiful whimper left him and some of the tension drained from his shoulders at the attention. “I need to finish dinner, baby.” Again, a whine of protest, and his grip around you tightened. “Angel,” you prodded, and sighed internally when the pet name had him melting against you. “You can have all the attention you want in ten minutes after I finish dinner. Why don’t you go put your bag where it’s supposed to be and curl up on the couch in the meantime, hm? Pick out a show for us to watch while we eat.”

He huffed a sigh but you felt him nod against your neck and squeeze you tight once more, pressing a kiss to your head before heading off back into your apartment. You turned, watching him go with a pained expression.

No, this wouldn’t do at all.

The moment the last drop of soup was gone from both of your bowls, your dishes were swept away, deposited in the sink by your boyfriend, who quickly bundled himself up into your lap upon his return. You chuckled quietly, carding a hand into his hair as you sprawled out on the couch, his ear pressed against your steady heartbeat. Between the dull roar of the drama on the screen, the soothing rhythm of your fingers in his hair, and the warmth of the blanket across his legs, Yeosang quickly found the worries of his day fading away. His mind went hazy as he melted against you, eyes slipping shut as comfort and safety overtook him, lulling him into a familiar, floaty headspace. He felt more than heard your chuckle as you took note of the change, scratching fondly at his scalp.

The drag of your nails sparked the pleasant warmth in his gut to something stronger, a low groan leaving him that seemed to startle both of you. He jolted in your lap, eyes blinking back open, and you chuckled quietly as a flush painted his cheeks and ears. You grinned at him and he whined, burying his face back into your chest. The squirming only brought another fond laugh to your lips, this one cut short in a gasp as Yeosang froze, another whimper leaving his lips.

He was hard beneath his sweats, his length now pressed into your thigh from his shifting. The tips of his ears were tinted bright red, and you smiled fondly as you cupped his chin. He turned his chin up to you willingly, eyes wide and glassy.

“Needy, baby?” You teased, and he nodded immediately in response. “Do you have your words back? You know I don’t like playing if my angel can’t talk to me.”

His eyes left yours for a moment as his brow furrowed in thought, but when he met your gaze again, he nodded resolutely. “‘M green,” he murmured, voice gravelly from disuse.

You beamed at him, shifting to grind your thigh against his arousal and delighting in the weak little noise you pulled from him. “My good boy,” you purred, carding a hand back into his hair.

Yeosang groaned as he shifted up and braced himself on his forearms, burying his face into your neck to press soft kisses to your skin. Slowly, you let one hand drop to his hip, guiding him to grind against your thigh. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, another broken sound leaving him as he quickly settled into a steady rhythm.

“Is this what you want, angel? To grind yourself on my thigh and cum in your pants like a teenager?” He whined, burying his nose against your neck. You sighed as the combined sensations lit a shudder down your spine, holding your boyfriend close to you. “Want me to get you off just like this?” His hips stuttered, and you felt him nod against your neck. “Words, baby.”

“Y-Yes,” he gasped, and you bit your lip to bite back a groan. God, he sounded so wrecked already. Had floating in subspace for you really affected him this much? “If… Wanna take care of you, too, but it feels so good, ngh…”

He trailed off, hips rolling faster against your leg, and this time you couldn’t bite back a quiet, pleased moan. “Don’t worry about me, angel. Tonight’s all about you, okay? My baby boy had a long day,” he buried his face into your shoulder at this, another whine leaving him, and you felt your chest tighten again, “so he gets to choose how he cums tonight.”

Once more, his hips stuttered and his breath caught at once. “Wanna… like this. Then,” he gasped, teeth nipping at your throat as he rutted harder against you, “then…” He trailed off with a high whine, his movement against you becoming more desperate.

“Don’t worry about what comes after, sweetheart. Just worry about now. You’re here, with me, doing so well and looking so pretty for me, and that’s all that matters, okay angel?”

He tensed in your arms, a half-choked sob escaping his lips, and when you felt the first warm, wet tears drop against your skin, your heart dropped. The hand still resting against his scalp dug in and you tugged, trying to pull him away from you. A sound slipped from his lips that was positively wrecked, and one hand snapped up from the couch to bunch your shirt up in his fist. The desperation he clung to you with as he chased his high had you hesitating, but the tension in your shoulders remained.

It seemed Yeosang noticed, his lips pressing urgently over your neck to soothe you, words spilling from his lips unfiltered as you remained rigid. “I’m good, I’m okay, I’m s–so, oh, green, please, it just f–feels s’good and I… need this, need you—”

His reassurance had you relaxing, nails scraping against his scalp once more and pulling another pretty noise from him. “Just feels too good, doesn’t it, angel?” He nodded furiously into your neck and you breathed a laugh, shifting where you sat. There was no denying the effect this—your boyfriend, trembling and sobbing in your lap, overwhelmed with pleasure—was having on you.

Gently, you coaxed his chin up as you had before, meeting his teary eyes with a warm smile. “You look so pretty like this, Sangie. You can cum whenever you want, okay? You have my permission.”

He let out another broken sob, hips rolling against you once, twice more before they stuttered into aborted little jerks. You watched, enthralled, as his jaw dropped open and his eyes blinked shut, the pooling warmth of his release evident even through the layers separating you.

“There you go, baby,” you sighed, leaning in to catch his lips in a deep kiss. You were both breathless when you parted, resting your foreheads against each other. “Feel better?” Yeosang nodded, humming affirmation. “Good. Now, let’s go clean you up, and you can tell me all about those plans you have for later, hm?”

The groan he muffled into your neck had you giggling once more, pressing a reassuring kiss into his hair. This was better.

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justwinginglife · 4 months ago

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hii! are u still up for request?cause im back again with another hoshina request 😭 can you do hoshina and childhood friend reader ignoring each other for years because reader thought hoshina hates her existence because she joined the sixth div? (friends to lovers trope with a touch of mutual pinning?)

Well hello again, so glad you rejoined the party! I would be happy to write this for you.

The Hoshina Brothers

You had known the Hoshina brothers your whole life but you never thought that picking between them would cause such a divide.

You hadn't meant to pick between them, you didn't even know there were options. You just thought that when a friend asked you for help, you helped them, like any decent person. So when Soichiro Hoshina, your longtime friend, asked you to join his division to help ease him into his new position as Captain with someone he trusted by his side, you said yes in a heartbeat.

What you didn't realize was that buried underneath that request were his true feelings for you and in his mind, with you so close to him everyday, he'd one day have the nerve to reveal those feelings to you. Adding to the list of things you were oblivious about, his brother, Soshiro Hoshina, was also in love with you and he took your enlistment in the Sixth Division as a sign that his brother had finally won you over after years of what appeared to be an even struggle between the two of them. Again, you had no idea this war between the siblings even existed, you were simply happy to be of help to an old friend.

You really should’ve known better- when you’d agreed to follow Soichiro into the Sixth Division, his reaction should’ve been enough to clue you in. He’d scooped you up in his arms and spun you around and around in circles, exclaiming that you were such a lifesaver. You laughed and thought it was such typical Soichiro behavior. And it was- but only because he was typically head over heels for you, unbeknownst to you.

And you really should’ve known better when you told Soshiro the news and he’d stormed off in anger- you figured it was just a bit of sibling rivalry. And it was, but not for the reason you thought. And that anger, that devastating emotion he must've felt- it led to years of silence between the two of you, years you could never repair, could never get back. Years that took a toll on your heart.

Looking back, there were so many ways you could’ve handled it better but how were you supposed to know that both of your closest childhood friends were equally as enamored with you?

So now, here you are, mouth agape, standing in Soichiro’s office in stunned silence as he confesses his longtime feelings for you and you realize just how badly you’ve misread the situation. How badly you’ve misread the last several years.

You want to give him a fair chance, you feel like you owe his efforts this much at least, so you try to imagine being with him. What would waking up to him look like? You try to picture rolling over to snuggle him, but the person you imagine in your bed gazes back at you with eyes like amethysts. You shake your head, trying not to think too hard about it. You begin to think about coming home to him cooking in the kitchen and when you wrap your arms around him, kissing at his muscled back through his compression shirt, he turns to face you, his dark bangs shifting as he wipes the sweat from his forehead and grins at you warmly. You bite your lip as Soshiro floods your brain yet again.

Either Soichiro knows what you're thinking or your silence is too vast for his comfort because he starts to laugh awkwardly and rub the back of his head. "You know what, just forget it."

Right about now, your heart should be sinking in sympathy for him, feeling guilty for making him retract feelings that were so important to him for so long, but now that your heart knows who it belongs to, it can't help but beat a little louder in your chest, as though Soshiro is sitting smug in its chambers.

You finally find enough of your voice to apologize profusely to Soichiro but he just shakes his head, laughing a little, though the sound comes out somewhat pained. "You should tell him, you know."

You choke on your saliva. "T-tell who what?"

He rolls his eyes but then smiles at you and you're glad you can still make him smile even if you can't give him what he wants. "I mean if you never tell him how you feel, I'd be okay with that, then I might actually have a chance with you one day. But I don't know if you'd be okay with that. So maybe you should tell him, alright?" He ruffles your hair like he always does and then hesitates before finally deciding to plant a gentle kiss on the top of your head. Then he leaves you standing in his office in a daze.

Soichiro Hoshina was many things, but you never thought that he'd actually be right for once. Honestly, the way he handled things was almost always wrong. His crumbling relationship with his brother was one such example, but you wondered if that only made him more qualified to speak on the matter. If maybe he knew what it was like to want to say something and to know the pain of it being too late to say it. You were already years too late. But you hope that maybe some part of Soshiro's brain dreams of you in his bed, in his kitchen too, when he tries to think of anyone else.

And that hope is what finally forces your feet from their rooted position in Soichiro's office and propels you towards the Third Division.

Captain Ashiro greets you at the door. You know her from several meetings you and Soichiro have had with the other Captains and Vice Captains from other divisions, but somehow you've never run into Soshiro at these meetings. He must've gone well out of his way to avoid you and you couldn't blame him.

She leads you to his office where the two of you wait as she pages him. You fidget with your fingers as the minutes go by, staring at the floor because if you looked over at her you'd picture Soshiro's lips on her neck or his hands on her hips. She was taller than you, more slender than you, more powerful than you for sure. You couldn't help but wonder if she was his type, if she was already his girl.

As if right on cue, just to drive that stake deeper into your heart, she says "So what exactly is your relationship with my Vice Captain?"

We don't even have a relationship anymore, you think glumly to yourself. You smile weakly. "Ah, he's an old friend."

"Interesting. He's never mentioned you before."

The stake continues to twist its way through your organs. You think you might just bleed out from the metaphorical damage to your heart.

Then you hear his footsteps in the hallway and your heart, remembering the sweet sound, quiets itself to listen.

"Captain, you called for me-" He steps into the office and the wonderful, rhythmic, nostalgic sound of his shoes against the ground grinds to a halt as his eyes find yours. You think he might just bolt right now.

Oxygen sears your lungs as you draw your next breath painfully, realizing you were right. He does want to bolt. He's already begun to turn around with one foot out the door so you blurt out the only thing you can think of to stop him, "I LOVE YOU DAMNIT!"

He freezes in his tracks.

Captain Ashiro chokes as she hears your words, now understanding the gravity of the situation. "I think I'll be taking my leave now." She passes Soshiro on the way out and shoves him back in the room with you before closing the door. Suddenly all that animosity and jealousy you felt towards her earlier is replaced by immense gratitude at this chance she's given you.

"What the hell kind of a greeting is that??" He hisses at you, turning on you suddenly.

Your cheeks feel like you took a blowtorch to them. "Was trying to get you not to... leave me?" You say uncertainly.

He scoffs. "We don't talk for years and you think a sudden love confession will get my attention?"

You swallow. "Well... you did stop. Why did you stop?"

He looks away. "Cuz anyone would wanna know why you blurted out that crazy shit, don't go turning this around on me." He grumbles, biting his lip.

You take a step towards him and he sucks in a sharp breath but he doesn't back away.

You dare yourself to take another step and then another. You keep taking each aching step, until you're right in front of him.

Then, without thinking, you sink against him, pulling him close. He stiffens but then he leans into your touch too.

"I missed you, damnit. Stupid Soshiro, ignoring me so long." You don't even know when you started crying, you just know that suddenly his shirt is soaked. But he doesn't seem to mind.

He slowly wraps his arms around you. It's a hesitant gesture but it warms your heart all the same.

"Hey, you ignored me too." He complains but his voice is lighter now, almost teasing and affectionate.

"I th-thought you h-hated me." The words come out shaky and pathetic, drenched in a sob.

He runs his fingers through your hair with one hand and rubs up and down your back with the other. "Shh, shh. I didn't hate you- I don't hate you. I could never hate you."

You continue to squeeze him tight and your tears keep pressing themselves against him, like they're seeping into his very being.

He sighs. "Did you... did you mean what you said?"

You peer up at him, confused, still in a daze. "When I said what?"

He flushes suddenly and you wipe away your tears hurriedly, shocked to see his cheeks a color they've never been before and eager to get a better view. "When you... said you... l-lov... fuck, just forget it."

"I do. I love you. Took me a long time to realize it, but I do."

He straightens at that. "You do? You really mean that?"

You laugh against his chest. "You know, typically when someone admits they love someone else, they usually do mean it."

He scoffs but his gaze is softer now. More hopeful.

You take this chance to explain yourself, to explain the last several years.

He's shocked that you were never in love with Soichiro. Then he grins, smugly.

"Yeah, I always knew you were mine." His chin lifts as he holds his head high with a ridiculous sense of superiority.

You roll your eyes, laughing at him. "Oh did you now? And that's why you had to ask again if I meant that I loved you?"

He flushes again and you think to yourself you could get used to that color. You could get used to being the reason for it.

"But you're right though. I'm yours."

Warmth buries itself deeper into his cheeks as he pulls you closer, sighing happily, kissing your forehead over and over again.

"I'll never let you go again. I'll spend my entire life making up for missed time."

And the one thing you know about Soshiro Hoshina from the years you've known him is that he always makes good on his promises.

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 7 months ago

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 5

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2 weeks later.... Friday

Eli: There’s a refresher and a donut waiting for u at the L&D desk ms I don’t like coffee.

Kiyana rolled her eyes with a grin as she texted Eli back. Josh narrowed his eyes as he watched Kiyana smile down at her phone. He tried to ignore it but when she started to actually giggle at the fucking phone he snuck around the kitchen counter and tried to get a peek at who she was texting but she caught on and quickly locked her phone and set down on the counter.

“You need something?” She asked, rolling her eyes when his eyes glanced down at her phone. “You got anything planned today or yall just gonna chill?” She asked, grabbing her lunch out of the fridge. When she turned back around he had her phone in his hands.“HEY!” She called out, snatching her phone out of his hands. “What are you doing?”

“You changed your password?” She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why were you trying to go through my phone? We are div-”

“Divorced. Yeah you keep bringing it up.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag.

“I get off at 9. Will y’all be good until then?” Josh nodded, his jaw was clenched tight as he kept thinking about how Kiyana changed her password to her phone. Kiyana rolled her eyes at his attitude before walking out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

“I love you!” She called out to the boys and Josh heard them call it back before the front door slammed shut.

“Love you too.” He muttered before going to join his sons in the living room.

“So you at Dr. Daniels seem to be getting close.” Debra , the senior nurse stated as she eyed the drink in Kiyana’s hand. Kiyana shrugged

“He’s cool.”

“Cool enough to be talking about asking you on a date.” Debra said, smirking when Kiyana snapped her head towards her.

“No, we’re just friends.” Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt. Her inner voice said.

Debra rolled her eyes. “Honey, I helped deliver Elijah forty-something years ago and that man still doesn't bring me coffee everyday.” Kiyana bit her lip and looked down the hall to where Eli was talking with another nurse. “Look, I know you just got divorced but shit, take the chance. You don’t have to fall in love with him.” Kiyanna sighed and shook her head, it was way too soon for her to even think about going on a date with another man. Her divorce was still fresh, like an open wound.

“ I think Key already talking to somebody else.” Josh blurted out as he, Trinity and Jon sat in their backyard, keeping a close eye on his two older boys who were swimming. He had put Kairo down for a nap.

“Well you were fucking someone else while y’all were married so who cares.” Trin said, smacking Jon on his shoulder when he elbowed her in her ribs. “I mean what did you expect? Kiyana is very attractive and now she’s single.” Trin shrugged.

“Don’t kick the man while he’s down Trin.”

“Yeah, damn Trinity. I thought we were better than that.” Josh tried to joke but Trinity was still very pissed off at him. “I know I fucked up. But it’s only been two weeks.”

“How long is she supposed to wait? Until you’re ready for her to move on?” Trin rolled her eyes. “Leave that woman alone. Her life is no longer a concern of yours..” Josh didn’t say anything as he brought his attention back to his sons. How was I supposed to get her back if she’s moved on already?

“Fuck him” Shanté muttered. “Fuck him and his stupid mullet. It’s 2024, the eighties called, they want their hairstyle back.” She said giggling at her own joke. Nikkita rolled her eyes from where she was sitting on their couch.

“Tae, I been told you to stop messing with that man, She might've divorced him but he still loves her. You can’t compete with that.” Shanté flipped off her best friend and took another swig from the wine bottle they were passing back and forth.

“He told me he never wanted to be with me, Nikki.” Nikkita didn’t respond back because.. Duh. It was pretty obvious. Josh only hit Shanté up after the RAW tappings on Monday’s and as soon as he would fly back home to Pensacola he would block her, then start the cycle all over again the next Monday. Nikkita felt bad for her friend but she had also warned her the first time Shanté had told her she hooked up with Josh.

Kiyana was Josh’s high school sweetheart and from experience, Nikkita knew that Shanté never stood a chance.

Kiyana let out a sigh of relief as she clocked out for the day. She can finally go home and be with her boys for 3 whole days. Just as she was about to walk out the front door she heard her name being called. She turned and smiled once she saw it was Elijah.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” He said back slightly out of breath. “I ran all the way down here. Though I missed you.” He smiled at her.

“You just caught me.” She said, feeling herself blush under the heat of his stare. “Wassup?”

“I wanna take you out tomorrow night.” Kiyana blinked. “If it's too soon. I apologize, but I really like you Kiyana.” She clutched her purse strap tighter as she felt the butterflies in her tummy start to rumble around. Kiyana only got that feeling with one man before and she had just divorced him two weeks ago.

Elijah sighed as she just stared at him. “It’s too soon isn’t it?” Kiyana quickly broke out of her stupor and shook her head.

“No,” She cleared her throat. “ I would love to go out with you”

“Yeah?” Eli asked. “Bet, do you have a babysitter for tomorrow?” Kiyana nodded. “Okay, tomorrow at 8. Text me your address.”

Kiyana bit her lip as she watched him run back into the hospital, the butterflies more intense as she thought about their date tomorrow night. She let out a groan and let her head fall back, looking towards the sky. She was so fucking screwed.

Kiyana got her first date since the divorce.. Josh about to be soooooooooooooooooooooooooo fucking petty 😭, y'all just don't understand.

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theforbidfruit · 1 year ago

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{warning: bit cursing and Reader doing edibles}

Cris: we let you live in this mansion, eat, nap and do hardcore edibles. The least you can do right now is to just serve the divorce papers! *taps on the Manila envelope on the table*

You: but why do I have to do it?

Cris: because I can’t serve them to him. Plus when it’s you, he tends to be more…chill with you around.

You: don’t you need a lawyer or some third party-

Cris: SERVE THE DAMN PAPERS

You: *groans* okay fine! *takes the Manila envelope and stumble a bit to the couch*

Cris: Are you high?!

You: no….I lied yes.

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*Johnny came home and things goes well. Laughing and joking around until he spotted the envelope on the coffee table and picks it up*

Johnny: *shows you the envelope* what’s this? It has my name on it.

You: Oh! *snatch the envelope*

Johnny:……

You:…..

Johnny:…..

You: *Gently gives Johnny the envelope awkwardly* Oh shit! You got served. *awkwardly scoots back*

Johnny: what?

You: I’m sorry. I can’t lie to you. You’ve been served-you’re getting served. Mean you’re getting a div- I’m out. Cris is in the other room. *quickly leaves to the kitchen*

{I’m thinking about making a Headcanon of Reader living with Johnny as a live in roommate like Todd from Bojack Horseman. Let me know!}

#mk 1 x reader #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 x you #mortal kombat 1 x reader #Johnny Cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x you #johnny cage mk #mk1 johnny cage

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widowwaddles · 2 years ago

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Don’t Go Baking My Heart

Summary: After a breakup, you decide to pack up your life and move to Westview. A coworker recommends you join the local community's cooking class in order to settle into the new town. It sounded like a great idea, you could learn a new skill (that you desperately need) and meet new people. However, nothing could have prepared you for the green-eyed beauty you met during class. Maybe you'll end up leaving the class with more than just a basic understanding of cooking.

Masterlist

Part 2

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Moving to a new town was never easy, especially immediately after a breakup, but it was a decision you decided to make. After being in a long-term relationship, you felt like you needed a fresh start and needed to find yourself again. It wasn’t the fault of your ex and you honestly didn’t notice at the time, but you slowly started to feel like you were drowning in the relationship. The wants and interests you had before started to fade over time in favor of the things that your ex wanted or what felt like the right moves for the relationship.

And that is how you ended up here, at the local community center’s cooking class. Since moving to Westview, you have been ordering takeout every day and while the restaurants around had delicious food, your wallet could no longer handle the late-night food extravaganzas. You couldn’t blame your past relationship for your lack of skills in the kitchen, so joining this class felt like a natural progression. A coworker recommended you check it out and you decided it was a good idea, plus it was a great way to meet new people in town.

As you walk into the room, you started looking around. There are 6 workstations, split into three rows with a much larger station at the front. Each station had a large amount of counter space with a sink at the end. You could see two small stools underneath each station. As you walk further into the room you observe a small group conversing near the front. You sit behind the farthest station, silently praying you aren’t taking someone's assigned spot. The longer you sit the more anxious you start to become. Everything is starting to hit you at once, all the decisions leading up to this moment.

Deciding to come here alone without knowing anyone else in Westview, besides your coworkers. What were you thinking? ‘Maybe it should have been better to come next month when you were more settled or at least able to bring someone with you’. Sitting here alone like the new kid in the class was bringing back unpleasant memories you wanted to forget. ‘Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to wait a little longer, you could even pick up the ingredients for sandwiches on the way home and just live off of that until then. Yeah, that actually sounds like a great plan’ you rationalize in your head. Coming to a decision, you rush towards the door, hoping you aren’t drawing any attention. Just as you were about to reach your final destination, you feel yourself crash into something...

More like someone.

“I’m so sorry” you rush out, extending your hand to the person you practically tackled. “I was not looking where I was going and-”

“Hey, I’m okay and it was an accident. I get it” they say while taking your hand. As you pull them up, you decide to get a good look at the person you knocked down.

Instantly you were mesmerized by green eyes.

Your heart immediately starts to race as you see her tuck the brown hair messily covering her face behind her ear. Your focus shifts to her lips, as her mouth, starts to move again, and you nod along lazily despite having no idea what she was saying. She eventually settles on a smile, and you feel your mouth forming into one as well when you look back into her eyes. She is looking at you expectantly, immediately snapping you out of the spell you were under. You felt embarrassment rush through your body as you thought of how long you’d spent looking at her without saying anything.

“Uhhh, I’m sorry. Could you repeat that again?” You say shyly, slightly diverting your eyes, knowing you would get lost the minute you looked back at hers.

“I said I haven’t seen you here before, are you new to town?” She repeats, with the same smile from before as she awaits your response.

“Yeah, I just moved here about a month ago for work. One of my coworkers had actually recommended this class to me and I thought it’d be a good idea to check it out. I’m hoping that by the end of it, my kitchen will actually look like someone uses it” you say jokingly, wanting to end your nervous ramble.

“I hope you are settling in well” she says. She turns her body to face the group that you originally saw when you first arrived. She smiles again. “This may be a small town, but everyone is welcoming. I don’t think you’ll have much trouble fitting in”.

Looking at her eyes, you can see how proud she felt about her fellow townspeople. As you follow her gaze, you can understand why. The group continues to converse animatedly before breaking out in laughter. You begin to feel more at ease, realizing this situation isn’t as intimidating as you had thought. You could do this. Feeling a new burst of confidence you turn back to the woman.

“I know we just met and I kind of ran you over, but would you… maybe want to sit next to me for class today?” You say, confidence slightly wavering as you finished the question. You quickly continue, before she could respond. “I mean, I don’t even know your name yet, but you’ve helped me feel more comfortable here than anyone else” you finish weakly, looking down at your hands. You can feel yourself being pulled into your thoughts as you start second-guessing the decision of asking her.

“Hey,” the woman says softly, interrupting the internal turmoil you were beginning to feel trapped in. You suddenly feel soft hands grabbing yours, only then do you realize they were slightly shaking. “Everything is okay, you haven’t done anything wrong,” she says as if she could instantly read where your mind had gone. “Just breathe for me, okay?” she asks softly. Looking back up and meeting her eyes, you a deep breath, following her request. She squeezes your hands after sensing you were much calmer than you were a moment ago.

“Feeling better?” she asks, with a small smile.

“Yeah, much better” You reply, smiling back. “Thanks”.

“No problem… and now is the perfect time to introduce ourselves,” she says jokingly, you laugh alone welcoming the change in topic. “I’m Wanda and you are…?” grinning as she awaits your response.

“Y/n,” you say, mimicking the grin on her face before continuing again. “And thank you again, Wanda. I’ve been a bit of a mess since I’ve been here, that’s kinda why I ran into you before. It’s been a long day” you confess, taking a long breath.

“It’s okay, I can understand how overwhelming it can feel moving to a new place. I remember what it was like when I first moved here. I wasn’t any better” she says, with a far-off look in her eyes. “But it gets easier.”

Before you could respond, you see her eyes widen as she looks at the clock. “Class should be starting soon” she rushes out. “But to answer your question from before, I-”

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite new hire,” a voice with a familiar Russian accent, effectively cutting Wanda off before she could answer. Before you could turn around to see who had graciously interrupted your conversation, an arm is thrown across your shoulders. Your body jumps in surprise. Turning your head, you instantly recognize the intruder. The one and only, Yelena Belova, aka the only coworker you’ve gotten close to since moving to Westview.

“You look surprised to see me here, did you honestly think I’d recommend this place and leave you by yourself?” she says, looking offended. The shocked look on your face instantly morphs into a smile, relief flooding your body.

“I should have known you would be here” you admit. It’s never been easy for you to make friends so when you began working you had already prepared yourself for a lonely 2-3 months until you felt more comfortable. Yelena had been the one to approach you first and despite being much louder than expected, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. If there was anything you learned about Yelena, it was that she was persistent.

Quickly she was able to worm her way into your daily routine by joining you on your lunch breaks. You bonded over your shared lack of skills in the kitchen, though Yelena would argue her Mac & Cheese recipe would say otherwise. Soon lunch breaks within the break room turned into excursions as you two unknowingly began eating out at every restaurant in town for lunch. Despite spending so much time together, you didn’t know if she had actually seen you as a true friend outside of work. You were more than okay with just having her as a work friend, but seeing her now just proves that your friendship was much stronger than you had originally thought.

Turning your body around, you wrap your hands around her back and pull her into a hug. She slowly wraps her other arm around your shoulder, before giving you awkward pats on your back. “You did not just do that,” You say pushing her away, laughing. “I know you like me better than that Belova” poking her cheeks and smiling sweetly, knowing you’d get the perfect reaction out of her.

“HEYY-” Yelena begins to yell but you quickly cover your hand over her mouth, not wanting to draw the attention of everyone in the room.

“Don’t you dare start yelling in here” you say lowly while looking into her eyes, starting to regret the decision of even messing with her in the first place. There’s a silent agreement between you two as you nod and remove your hand from over her mouth. The moment of silence was interrupted by a soft giggle. Looking at the source of the sound, you both turn back to Wanda. Her face is slightly turned down and she has her hand over her mouth trying to silence the laughs that desperately want to come out.

“It’s good to see you again Yelena” Wanda gets out after taking a breath, face still slightly red from laughing.

“Likewise, it’s been a while” Yelena replies.

“Okay well if you two are done here class is going to start,” Wanda says while looking between you two. Her eyes settle back on you and she smiles. “I think you’ll be just fine today” she finishes, before walking away.

“Let’s go Y/n, we have to get to our station ” Yelena says pulling you to the nearest empty station.

“But I had already asked Wanda to -” you began telling Yelena but a clap from the front cuts you off.

“Okay, everyone. I hope you all are settled. For this class, we are going to be making a classic, Chicken Pot Pie” the instructor says, enthusiastically. To say you were shocked would be an understatement, but it’s not from choice in food. As you look to the front of the room, you make eye contact with the instructor and they smile.

Wanda smiles at you.

Wanda is the instructor.

Wanda, the woman who you practically tackled in the process of trying to leave before the class started. The woman who you had a nervous breakdown in front of after asking her to be your partner. You groan, bending your head in embarrassment as you replay every interaction you’ve had with her since being here.

“Before we begin, as some of you may have noticed, we have a new face in town. Everyone meet Y/n” Wanda says.

Suddenly you could feel all the eyes in the room on you, knowing it didn’t take long to figure out that you were the new person. You awkwardly raise your hand and wave, praying your face isn’t making any weird expressions. Judging by the loud laugh heard from beside you, you know for certain that it definitely was not a pleasant look.

Yelena tries to cover her laugh with a cough “Don’t mind my friend here, she’s a little nervous. But very excited to get started today. We shouldn’t keep the newbie waiting, right Wanda?”. It was definitely an attempt to shift people’s attention away from you and it appears to have worked as Wanda nods.

“Let’s get started” Wanda says firmly, commanding the attention back to the front once more.

You sigh to yourself. This was going to be a long class.

#wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #wanda x reader #dontgobakingmyheart

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flyingwargle · 2 months ago

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sunaosa week day 3: confessions / asexuality spectrum

things started off innocently enough - folded notes passed in class, shared glances in between sets, memes exchanged through the evening. as time went on, things started to escalate - brushed shoulders while walking side by side, hand holding when no one was looking, hugs in addition to verbal farewells at the end of the day.

their first kiss wasn't until graduation, a brush of lips obscured behind a curtain of cherry blossoms.

osamu became an apprentice at a traditional restaurant and suna was scouted by a div. 2 team in the same neighborhood. with their combined incomes, they rented a shitty studio apartment, working long hours until they returned home to each other's arms, cuddling on the couch, prompting one another not to fall asleep before dinner.

he told atsumu about all this on one of his rare days off while suna was still at the gym. his brother's confusion was palpable. "ya mean ya don't do anythin' more than that?"

"like what?"

"ya haven't had sex yet?"

the long silence that followed was enough of an answer. osamu hung up and atsumu never asked again.

years later, on a random tuesday while clearing the counter after his customers left, the question pops back into his mind. why haven't we had sex? there are a few possibilities:

a) their shitty apartment was barely soundproof, and the entire building would've heard them.

b) suna moved out after he was recruited by ejp, and their daily routine changed to a monthly routine.

c) they are always so tired when they're finally together that they want nothing more than to cuddle and sleep.

d) neither of them is interested.

what's the correct answer?

the front door slides open. osamu straightens with his customer service smile. "hey, welcome ta-"

he cuts himself off at suna's languid smile, broad shoulders hugged by his team jacket, duffle over his arm. osamu leaves him cloth behind to approach him. "hello, there. i haven't seen ya 'round here before."

"really? i've eaten everything off the menu and then some." he winks, pulling him into a tight embrace. "i happen to be very close with the owner."

osamu chuckles, burying his chin in the soft polyester material of his boyfriend's jacket. "i'll hafta give 'im a stern talkin' ta. it's unbecomin' of him ta give out freebies."

a clearing of the throat makes him jump apart, and osamu catches the unamused look of his assistant manager. suna chuckles, adjusting the duffle over his arm. "i'll go settle down and come back to help out."

"ya should rest. ya came a long way."

"it's fine. i slept on the shinkansen." he slides the door open. "i'll be back later."

osamu returns behind the counter, eyes sweeping the filled tables, their plates full of delicious onigiri and other side dishes. he worked tirelessly to reach this spot, just as suna worked diligently to become a regular on a top team. they've sworn to spend the rest of their lives together, agreed that distance is a small price to pay in the interim.

so why haven't we become more intimate?

they're physical with hugs and occasional kisses. osamu can count on both hands the amount of times they made out using atsumu's definition ("lotsa tongue an' real hot"), and strangely, he doesn't feel the need to push further. suna probably doesn't either, since he never did anything that made osamu uncomfortable.

or maybe he wants ta, an' i just missed the signs. atsumu's always said he was dense. he believes it, himself, so it's honestly a miracle that he even realized his feelings for suna.

just before evening service, suna returns, donning an onigiri t-shirt and hat. he hip checks osamu when he slides behind the counter to help in the kitchen, and osamu is too busy to talk with him. business is steady all the way until closing, and clean-up is quick with an extra set of hands. soon, osamu is locking up, hand finding suna's on the short walk to the apartment.

it isn't shitty nor rented, but a modest one-bedroom with a lovely kitchen, balcony, and den that osamu uses as an office and suna uses as storage. osamu makes quick work of the leftovers to make dinner, and they sit at the table to eat, picking up exactly where their last message left off. afterwards, suna washes the dishes and osamu finishes his paperwork, inputting the day's totals in his spreadsheet, closing his laptop with a satisfied smile.

suna waits for him on the couch, half-asleep. osamu slides next to him, leans his head on his shoulder. "hey, rin," he murmurs. "i got a question fer ya."

"mm?"

"why haven't we had sex with each other?"

a pause. a long pause. he feels suna straighten, voice hesitant. "i dunno. do you want to?"

"i'm askin' ya."

"personally, no, but if it's something you want..."

"no...i mean, it isn't a big deal fer me? i just got thinkin' that we've been together fer so long, but we never..." now that he says it aloud, he can't help but feel ridiculous. why should having sex be an indicator of how well a relationship is doing? there are so many other factors to consider that aren't physical intimacy.

suna moves away, and osamu sits upright to face him, caught off-guard by the serious glint in his boyfriend's eyes. "did something happen to make you think this?" he asks.

"not really. it was a question that 'tsumu asked me a while back, and i never gave 'im an answer, and it sorta...came back ta me. is it just us? it isn't actually normal ta not want sex...right?"

his small smile is rueful. "it isn't. i suspected it but didn't say anything, and i didn't say anything either...i'm asexual. it means i don't feel sexual attraction to others."

osamu stares at him. "huh."

"i figured it out in high school," suna continues. "it was around the time that atsumu came out as bi, and you said something like, gender doesn't matter, you'd like whoever you liked. i wondered for myself, and realized that i was the same as you, except i'd never want to sleep with anyone. that's when i found out about asexuality."

it's the first time that osamu heard of the term, and somehow, it feels...right. he never expressed a desire to sleep with anyone either, even felt disgusted by the idea. but when it came to suna... "i don't think i'd sleep with anyone other than ya," he admits. "is that weird?"

"no, that's demisexuality, which means you need to have an emotional connection with someone before you have sex. i love you and all, but i don't feel that, at all. we can try, if you want."

"no, no, i don't wanna make ya uncomfortable!" osamu says quickly. he squares his shoulders. "i'll live without it, rin. thank ya fer tellin' me this. i'm glad ta know."

"just ask if you have any more questions. we can work this out together." suna reaches for his hand, and they share a smile, one born of love and understanding.

#flyingwargle original #drabble #haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabble #sunaosa #sunaosaweek2024 #suna rintarou #miya osamu #miya atsumu #post timeskip #asexuality #rise my ace friends #we love ace people in this house

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crazyunsexycool · 7 months ago

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Hi, it’s me again. 🙋🏻‍♀️

I know this is your Reader Appreciation Event, but we all love & appreciate YOU! 💓

(Here’s 2 more)

“Cute interactions prompts”

13 “making each other food”

With Henry helps out by making the new mamas their cravings

21 “doing each other's hair”

Where Lottie finally talks Henry & Bucky into matching hairstyles

I love these prompts!

Reader appreciation week

Warning: talks of pregnancy and weird food combos. Too much talk about pickles 😂😂

Cravings/Twinning

Henry stared at you while processing what you wanted. He’d had a special relationship with food and loved cooking for his family and friends. It was how he showed his love and he was quite skilled. His pastries were always the best. So when he scrunched his face in disgust at you request of rice krispy treats with pickles and peanut butter you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Mama please, can’t the baby like something yummy?” He asked.

“Apparently not but it’s ok sweet boy, I can make this myself.”

“No! I’ll make it.” He says as he rushes to the kitchen. “I wanna do it.”

Henry gets busy pulling out all of the ingredients he’ll need to satisfy this strange craving but he’s happy to do it. It’s another way you two have bonded and for the most part your cravings haven’t need weird.

“So do you want the pickles or the baby does?” He asks as he chops up said offending ingredients.

“Definitely the baby.”

Your mouth is watering as you watch Henry work. He’s nice enough to offer you some slices before dicing the rest.

“Well whatever baby wants I guess. Can the baby eat pickles when they’re born?”

“Nope. They’ll only be able to drink milk.”

“Huh,” he looks up at you thoughtfully. “The baby doesn’t know anything but how do they know about pickles?”

“That is a great question and the answer I have is I don’t know but they sound so yummy right now.”

“Ok well this is almost done mama.”

“Thank you sweet boy.”

~~~~~~

As soon as you were able to, you ate half a batch of pickle and peanut butter rice krispy treats. The plate sat on your swollen belly and you hummed happily as you took a bite out of the treat your son had so happily made for you. Bucky sat beside you on the couch, amused with the sight before him.

“Is it any good?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded. “The best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

Bucky smiles. He’d never truly understand your cravings but as long as you were happy he was happy.

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You were going to be out most of the day. That left Bucky alone with Henry and Charlotte. Sure he takes care of them quite often but they always seem to be better behaved with you. He’d figured out a plan on how to make things go more smoothly though.

In the morning they were still sleepy so it was music and cuddles on the couch. Soft music from the 30s and 40s gave him a nice amount of time to just hold his kids. He even sang quietly to them. Once the kids were up and jumping around Bucky started their day.

They played, went swimming, did arts and crafts, spent time with Sam and Steve and now they were back home. Now they were settled for the evening and watching a movie. Lottie though was wiggling around with excess energy.

“You ok there doll?” Bucky turned his head to look at her. She only nodded. “What’s going on? Do you want something?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky smiled. “What do you need? You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“Anything?” She grinned.

~~~~~~~~~

Bucky should’ve known better than to say he would do anything. Now he sat on the floor of the living room while Charlotte sat on the couch. She was brushing his hair out happily while the movie played. There was a sea of hair ties, bows, clips and hair bands on the couch next to her. He kept thinking that maybe it was time for him to cut his hair off so that his little girl couldn’t do this again but then that would leave Henry alone in this.

“Daddy your hair is so soft, so pwetty.” Lottie says.

“What are you going to do to my hair?”

“Um mama show-ed me how to do piggy tails.” She says and starts dividing his hair down the middle as best she could.

She got one pigtail done and was working on the second one. Her tongue poked out from the side of her mouth while she worked to twist the hair tie.

“All done daddy.” She announces. “Now bubba.”

Henry groans but switches places with his father. He could never say no to his baby.

You walked in a few minutes later. Laughter bubbles up your throat as you take in the scene before you. Bucky Henry and Lottie all have lopsided pigtails and so many hair accessories on you’re sure she used up her whole collection.

“Wook mama I saved some for you. Now we are twinning.”

#you’ve got mail 💌#val answers #my little love ask #my little love extra #Val’s reader appreciation 2024

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years ago

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Tom Holland sister blurb where she has a crush on Harrison and doesn’t like it when the boys are rude to him as a joke

Harrison || Holland sister

Y/n was sitting in her room playing with her dolls, she had been playing for over an hour now. She picked out cute outfits for each doll, trying to find the best one for her most favourite one. She was very occupied, focusing on nothing but her toys. Well that was until she heard voices from downstairs. Normally she would ignore them and continue to play, however she heard a certain voice that made her sprint down the stairs.

Y/n’s little feet ran down the stairs, carful not to fall over whilst doing so. She knew that voice very well, it being from a person she grew very close with that no one had expected. “Hwrrison!” She shouted, the male being in her full view now as he took his coat off, hanging it up.

Harrison eyes moved over to the young holland that adored him the most. He bent down his arms opening wide. “Y/nnn!” He said in the exact same excited tone that she used.

Once she crashed into his arms he picked her up, spinning her around making the five year old giggle. Y/n cuddled into him, wrapping her tiny legs around his body. “I missed you” She said like she usually would. Y/n would always miss Harrison, she would ask about him all the time to Tom or the other brothers.

“I missed you to my favourite Holland” he placed her down on the floor so he could greet the others, but she wouldn’t let go.

“Oi I heard that!” Harry said walking into the room with Tom who followed behind him. “Y/n let go of him so I can say hi at least” Tom chuckles as his little sister let go of his best friend, him greeting with a bro hug. Tom always wondered when her obsession with Harrison had happened, he even wondered why. Ever since y/n could talk or walk she always went to Harrison loving him more than her actual brothers.

“Hwrrison, I went on my bike ywsterday!” Y/n happily said, jumping up and down.

“Did you?!” Harrison said excited.

“Yes and Tommy helped me to pedal, he taught me what to do” You smiled at Tom. “Wow, that’s so cool. You need to show me one day” Harrison said walking into the kitchen following Tom who pulled out two beers and a juice for y/n.

They both moved into the living room, starting a conversation up as y/n quickly ran up the stairs, coming back down with her favourite blanket. She saw Harrison sitting directly across from Tom, so she climbed up onto the same sofa as him and snuggled into him with her blanket.

“Don’t you wanna cuddle with me?” Tom asked, jealousy bubbling up inside him.

“No, I want Hwrrison” She adverted her eyes to the tv, watching the program that was left on from earlier.

Y/n and the boys stayed in their potions, Harrison’s arm around the girl letting her snuggle into him. This wasn’t new to Harrison, no, he actually fount it quite cute the way his best friends sister would act around him. The way she would always call him off Toms phone or the way she would kiss his cheek when she said goodbye or even when she would help him play fight with the boys.

“Harrison shut up you div” Sam laughed, slapping the boy on the arm. It was later on and the boys were still drinking, just talking about random things with light music in the background.

“Hey! Dwnt hit him!” Y/n snapped suddenly, feeling the need to protect him. She rubbed his arm, which didn’t hurt at all, glaring at Sam who looked at her with certain eyes. “You okay?” The five year old turned her gaze to Haz.

All the boys were too confused to speak. Y/n had always hated it when the boys would joke around with Harrison, being mean to him even though he didn’t mind it as he did it back. Harrison just nodded his head, “I’m fine don’t worry” He smiled at the girl who nodded her head.

“Someone protective” Tom chuckles as Y/n kisses where Sam hit Haz’s arm.

“More like someone has a crush” Harry joined in, laughing at his little sister. He knew it was more than just being obsessed with him, she had to have a crush on him no?

“Watch this, Harrison your so ugly!” Harry joked watching the girls face twitch. “Harrison actually stinks, ewww” Tom laughed and Harrison hid his laugh as the girl sprung up.

“No he not! Your so rude, mummy said you should never say that to anywne! Haz is not ugly, he pretty. And smwll nicely” The girl smelt Harrison, earning a small chuckle from him. Y/n stood up walking over to Harry and Tom. “Your ugly and you stink, not him” She said angrily.

Harrison smirked, “Yeah your ugly and stink” He stuck his tongue out copying the little girls actions. Y/n walked back over to Harrison sitting in his lap to hug him, she kissed his cheek twice before looking at him. “Your pretty Hwrrison” She honestly said.

Harrison kissed her cheek, “Aww, your pretty too y/n” This made the little girl blush, getting off Harrison and giggling, hiding her face in her blanket.

“Y/n has a crush on Harrison!” Sam cheered.

Y/n hid her face in her blanket more embarrassed. She never thought of Harrison like a brother she always liked him, she wouldn’t let anyone be rude to him. “Shut up” The young holland said still hiding her face.

“It’s okay y/n. Sam is just stinks like feet” Harrison laughed and so did she.

“Well Harrison doesn’t shower” Sam called taking a swing of his beer, regretting after as his younger sister got off the sofa mad.

“YES HE DOES!” Y/n shouts bolting to her brother to attack him.

I literally hate this, it’s rushed sorry.

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daisiescomelate · 7 months ago

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On the rocks

Prompt: pro hero Dynamight finally gets back to his apartment after a long day of work to find the head of the League of Villains drunk and sleeping all over his couch— again.

Content: Katsuki Bakugou/Izuku Midoriya, prohero!Dynamight, villain!Deku, drunk talk, drunk flirting, 4.8k words.

Note: prompt from @/book0bsessedd on tiktok.

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Twelve hours of patrol, two assholes that thought themself smarter than the police and one cat getting somewhere where it definitely shouldn't be– later, Katsuki finally arrived at his apartment after a long day of work.

It was close to three in the morning, and there was no amount of caffeine that could keep him up any longer. He was considering skipping his usual shower. It would be blissful if he could scrap out the dirt out of his body, but did he have the strength to stand under the water for a hellful amount of fifteen more minutes? He felt bruised, his palms were itchy, and his leg's muscles kept twitching under his skin begging for some rest.

He took his keys from his pocket and put it on the keyhole, turning it carefully. He tried being as quiet as possible as to not trigger the granny that lived beside him and get yet another complaint from the landlord. That old hag had the hearing of a fucking dog at age of a hundread and something, and was in the top five of Katsuki's pains in the ass.

The door clicked as it unlocked, and he pushed it open slowly, might not the creaking of the door bother the queen of Tower Two.

Once inside, he slipped the strap of his bag with his hero costume out of his shoulder and dropped it on the floor with a thud. The dim blue lights of the bright advertisement screens from the buildings of central Tokyo were enough for Katsuki's tired eyes to see inside the apartment so as to not bump with anything in the dark. Taking into account the threat of the headache that haunted his temples, he decided not to turn on any of the lamps on his way to the bathroom down the hall.

After quickly attending to nature and washing up his hands and face, and the sweat that sticked to the back of his neck, he lazily walked to the living room area ahead. Making dinner this tired was off the table, but he definitely was in need of something to drink. He scratched his hair, fighting the weight of his eyelids as he moved in direction to the kitchen area when something on the edge of his vision called his attention.

Katsuki's instincts kicked in. He froze mid step, turning his head to the right, looking for the source of the movement. Most of the apartment was still immersed in shadows. His body tensed, setting ready for a fight, but he stood still and listened. The movement had come from the living room. Katsuki’s position right behind the edge of the hall was a safe enough blind spot away from the light, if the intruder was not alerted by Katsuki’s sounds while coming in he might have a chance to catch them off guard.

A noise followed, a soft bump against the floor. Katsuki frowned at the idea of a poor bastard showing up to rob a hero’s house, unaware of that hero’s foul mood to top. A ruffle and a louder bump, and this robber already felt like too much of a new baby.

An idea rushed through Katsuki’s tired brain. He pictured a white ball of fluff and cursed internally. There was a neighbor's cat that had the habit of hopping around the building's balconies. Was that thing still willing to mess with him? No matter how hard he tried to spook the thing away, it kept showing up at his apartment as if it owned the place. Katsuki’s eye twitched at the idea of spending the next few days trying to get rid of coats of white fur off his furniture. Again.

It better be someone that’s after the television.

Katsuki made sure to stay in the shadows. He approached in silence, with eyes wide open, actively trying to discern the shapes across the room. He made his way towards the TV area with the couches, the small table and his CD collection.

One.

Step.

At a.

Time.

He was an arm away from the sofa, raising a hand into the air, ready to blow away whoever had decided to intrude in his apartment –cat included. Then he was close enough to stretch his neck up and look over the back of the couch, but before he was able to…

"Mmm." Someone moaned.

And Katsuki knew exactly who it was.

"Son of a bitch." He cursed, secretive be damned.

He lowered his hand. His quiet steps became loud, angry stumps on the wooden floor. He marched around the couch to see the man in a black suit spreading along the cushions with his head resting on the arm of the sofa and one hand falling off the edge holding onto a bottle of whisky.

"Wake the fuck up." He commanded with a stern voice.

The drunkard mumbled some incoherent bullcrap and ignored him.

Katsuki greeted his teeth. He grabbed the sleeping man by the collar with his fist, and pulled him up an inch away from his face. He did so with enough strength and violence as to wake the man out of his stupor and make him open his eyes wide with surprise. Katsuki then spat his next words with murderous intent,

"I SAID. WAKE. UP."

He used the hold he had on the man to pull him off his furniture and into the floor.

The man cried a short scream of pain as his head hit against a low table. The vase and the books that were piled on top of it fell into the floor.

The intruder lifted his hand to hold the top of his head, patting around to look for blood where he received the blow.

"Kacchan, so mean...", the man whined.

"Get the hell out of my house." Katsuki had both hands pressed into fits to his side with knuckles going white and a vein pulsing on his neck. He used all his strength to prevent himself from screaming again.

Probably the old hag was already up. Fuck.

The man sat on his knees on the floor with difficulty, his back facing Katsuki. His shoulders moved under the black silk vest as if they were sour after the landing. The smell of liquor distilled from him and filled the apartment after being swung in the air like that. It stinged at Katsuki's nose and only made his anger grow further. Slim figure on black and white, the man did move and stretched with the smooth motions Katsuki could relate to a cat’s. The way he took his time, slow and uncaring, spoke of his arrogance.

The man looked to the side, his profile just an inch away from the light.

"We haven't seen each other in so long Kacchan, I missed you." The man's smooth voice claimed.

"You pulled out this shit two weeks ago. Get out."

Katsuki looked back at the couch and saw the man’s jacket at the foot of it. He picked it up and threw it over his face. It fell over the man’s head. He immediately pulled it off and let it fall over his lap. His silhouette pulled up a hand to his face, and traced down over his neck and chest. When he seemed to have completed the look for external injuries at Katsuki's manhandling, he turned his whole body to face him.

The colored lights from the streets illuminated the freckled face and the hollowed green eyes that look so out of place on the innocent looking features. This same face replicated on news broadcasts weekly and stared the front page of newspapers even more often, never followed by flattering words.

Deku. Number One on Japan's list of most wanted criminals, leader of 'The League' and most dangerous villain since the downfall of All For One.

And Katsuki's prime pain in the ass.

"No." The head of the list of the most wanted criminals answered with a pout.

Katsuki shook with rage. He stomped to be in front of him and picked him up by the neck again. The drunk shrieked, holding Katsuki's wrist with both hands and looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Don't throw me again Kacchan! It hurts!"

Katsuki held him higher, lifting the man's weight from his feet. He threw daggers at the guy's pathetic cry of mercy, and used his other hand to pat over his clothes.

He traced over the man’s vest and pants, pressing and sliding his palms over the soft material. The clothes were cold to the touch, and their price could be felt on the tip of the fingers. The man twitched and tightened his grip on Katsuki’s wrist. Katsuki moved his hands from his waist up to the side of his ribs and the man arched his back at the contact.

"Ah, Kacchan.” A soft whimper. “What are you doing?" His voice made Katsuki's hand ache with the need to punch him in the face.

If the room were bright enough and he got to see a blush on the man’s face at this exact moment there would be no God he could pray to that could save him from Katsuki splitting his skull open.

"Shut up." He cut him, but it didn't stop the despicable man from wiggling and starting breathing at a weird pace.

"Kacchan—" he called as Katsuki found what he was looking for on one of the pockets of his vest. He took the phone out and let go of the grip of his hand, making the man fall flat into the carpet at his feet.

"Oh..." he complained.

Katsuki ignored him. He walked away from Deku to get closer to the window. He noticed the lock was broken.

Asshole, always messing with my shit. How many locks will I have to replace before you fucking die.

Katsuki thought of looking for the man’s wallet —the one he had felt in his back pocket-– and take what at this point was rightfully his. But before doing that, there was something else he had to get done. He held Deku's phone with both hands and typed the password to unlock it.

As the screen saver popped off he heard the guy’s voice calling him from behind.

"Kacchan, I did miss you but I also came to tell you some good news." Deku dragged his words and tried to push himself to stand out, but if the deaf noise was any indication of anything, it wasn't working for him. Katsuki didn't bother to look in his direction.

He scrolled across the menu and opened the contact list, looking for a particular name. He found it and typed a short message before hitting 'send'.

Pick me up at XX and XX street.

2:47 a.m.

Deku cursed under his breath as he struggled to get up, pushing Katsuki’s table out of the way. The vase that had fallen to the floor rolled to the other side of the room and hit the wall.

The phone dinged and lit up when less than three seconds later came the reply, followed by another three in quick succession.

Dabi

you are going to get us in so much shit one day for going to see that damn hero all the damn time

i swear to god

i'm going to start a fucking strike

i'm on my fucking way.

2:48 a.m.

Katsuki blocked the phone again and turned around to see Deku ultimately getting onto his feet. The guy lifted his head and Katsuki could tell how drunk he was by the way his eyes shined glossy.

"I don't want to hear any news from you." Katsuki replied.

He crossed back the distance that separated them, pulled the neck of the vest making the drunk’s stand wobble, and forced the phone back into his pocket. As he was taking his hand away, it was suddenly grabbed. Hard. Deku held Katsuki's hand with bone breaking strength and moved it to keep it close to his heart.

Katsuki held his features in place not to show how much it actually hurt.

Deku reclined closer to Katsuki's face, moved his other hand to cup one of his cheeks and whispered sweetly to him,

"I got rid of that gang that was bothering you so much."

Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek. The gush of fear running down his back and into the pit of his stomach was an acid warning to be aware around the switch that turned this person into what they actually were. A reminder. This person was dangerous.

He shouldn't be surprised. He knew what gang he was talking about, a bunch of losers that had started a home business of quirk trading. Tracking, kidnapping, and selling people whose quirks could be of interest to creeps all over the country.

"They really had some nasty stuff going on, Kacchan. I'm glad you didn't have to get involved." Deku said.

There was no point in asking how he knew about the case the agency and the federal police had asked him to help with. Katsuki was long used to this guy knowing not much, but everything when it came to him.

"You're not gonna ask me about how I did it, Kacchan~?" Deku sang. His feet wavered and he had to rethink his stand so as not to fall over the carpet again. The motion got him an inch closer to Katsuki’s face.

"I kind of feel like—"

"So what do you want?" Katsuki cut him, knowing to the fact that guy did nothing for the kindness of his heart.

Deku locked eyes with him again and smiled. A drunk smile, the kind that was eerie because the thoughts behind it weren’t clear.

At Katsuki's question Deku gave a step forward, forcing Katsuki to give a step back. Then another, and another. Katsuki followed –prey to the grip that wasn’t budging–, knowing that fighting back might get the psychopath to break his arm all together. In the end, the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch and he was sitting on the cushions. Deku forced him down by sitting his weight over his lap.

Deku finally let go of Katsuki's hand and face. He sat up straight, looking down on him. Katsuki’s muscles spasmed at the scrutiny of what they recognized as a predator. Katsuki’s mind was on their side, but Katsuki’s heart stinged.

Deku’s smile was sweet as he spoke.

"Say 'please' and I'll tell you."

But being frightened would never be enough to make Katsuki play anyone's games.

"Where are the people they abducted and what happened to the assholes?"

"Ah...", Deku seemed to remember something and pulled his head back to look at the ceiling. "The assholes... they had a wall of pictures and info on you. It pissed me off so much. So they are kind of... gone."

"Gone?" This fucker.

"Yeah", Deku lowered his eyes and lifted his thumb to caress the wrinkle that appeared in between Katsuki's eyebrows. "Don't worry about it so much, as you said, they were just assholes."

Katsuki pressed his jaw tight, telling himself it would be a waste of time to try to get more answers about what might have happened to those people. He wasn't sure he wanted to know either.

Memories flashed with the images of corpses on the ground and pools of blood.

A few months back, police got intel on the League’s hideout and Katsuki was called in to take part in the breakin. When they arrived everyone was gone. The mole was dead. And Katsuki didn't know what was worse, that he knew the guy and he actually thought he was cool, or the relief that overcame him when the tight grip on his chest came undone at the sight of the empty basement.

Katsuki pushed that feeling and the revolving memory to the darkest corner of his mind where it belonged, focusing back on the depths of those green eyes.

“What about the victims?”, he asked. Izuku moved his hands to play with the locks of Katsuki's hair, his eyes on the ash blond strands, running them on the tip of his fingers as if hypnotized by them.

“It’s all sorted out~. The hostages are in a warehouse all out of danger. I came to give you the location”, Izuku stopped playing with the hair on his fingers, hugged Katsuki’s neck and said, “In exchange for a kiss~”

“You have finally lost it.”

“Have I?” Katsuki smelled the whiskey on his breath along with a sweet perfume that should not linger around a bloodthirsty villain. “What will Pro Hero Dynamight not do for a defenseless civilian?”

Katsuki bit his tongue and refused to grace him with a response. Izuku brushed a lock of hair away from Katsuki’s face. The man lowered his face so their noses would touch. “Your worst weakness is your kind heart”, he mocked him.

That face, so close, was the thing of his nightmares. The features that hide the ghost of a kid he met in another lifetime.

Katsuki closed his eyes.

The way those eyes had changed, from the glistening green of summer leaves to the darkest shade of a night forest, was a disturbing reminder of what had been lost.

He remembered the night at the camp during his first year at UA. That night while attempting to run and get to safety, he was separated from his group of classmates. He was alone, looking for the path that would take him back to the camp while staying alert to any villain that might intercept him on his way. With his senses heightened out of fear, he could feel the crunching of the fallen leaves as loud as his heartbeat. It’s hard to tell how he heard nothing coming from behind before the voice called for him.

‘Kacchan’.

He turned around to see and the walls of his heart caved in. As much as he had played this scenario on his head since the day Izuku disappeared, he was not by any means thrilled for how the scene had unfold. From all the emotions that flooded him, there was one that was the loudest and the clearest: Izuku had died a long time ago.

Katsuki opened his eyes again, focused on every feature that had changed, and held onto them with all his will. He, the one that had refused to believe Izuku was forever up and gone, switched to grief when everyone else that had known about the kid cried that he was back.

Are they blind? He thought back then. This is someone else on his shell.

“No kiss, no location.” Izuku said with a giggle on top of him.

This person was the only thing that was left of the kid he once met.

“No location, brain injury.” Katsuki answered back.

The only thing he had left of him.

“Kacchan!” he whined.

‘Kacchan!’ Echoed on his mind.

“Shut the hell up, you're going to wake up the neighbors.” He snapped.

Izuku dropped his head over Katsuki’s shoulder and released a loud, frustrated sigh. After a moment of silence, he tightened his embrace around Katsuki’s neck and moved his knees to sit higher into his lap. Katsuki tensed immediately.

“If you try anything weird I swear–”

“Do you ever miss me, Kacchan?” He asked.

Katsuki’s voice died on his lips. His heart was pierced by an emotion he didn't want to name.

Miss Izuku?

For years.

To this day.

“Why are you wasted?” And what was he the one who had to suffer the worst of it every time?

“I was lonely”. His voice was so faint, so fragile. It had a dangerous resemblance with the voice that still lingered on his ear after so many years. The voice that had asked him to play with him in the sandbox and by the river close to their home, the voice that called for him at school and always tailed after him during the breaks.

Those words in that voice were too much to hear.

“What about all your minions? Go bother them.” Katsuki attempted to move away to feel less suffocated but it was no use.

Izuku tangled his fingers around the heat at the back of Katsuki’s head. He pulled his hair slightly and groaned in annoyance.

“My minions don’t shut up about plans, and plans, and plans. They want me to do so many things for them. I’m the one that should be doing the bossing, but they nag me all day long. Think plans by yourself if you’re so smart, idiots.”

He raised his head to look at Katsuki.

“They are so stupid. I have to make backup plan on top of backup plan because they keep messing things up. It's exhausting.”

He let his head drop down again. Katsuki felt the cold tip of his nose tickle his neck.

“What do they want you to plan for?” What the hell do we have to prepare for next?

“A bunch of bullshit.” His voice was muffled by the clothes of Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki’s frustration at his answer must had being obvious because he later added,

“Don’t worry Kacchan, I’ll make sure they don’t make too much of a mess.”

“Yeah, it’s not them I have the most worries about.” His voice was tinted by grudge.

In the following questions Izuku’s voice was heard next to his ear. “Why? What did I do?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“...”

Izuku seemed to think harder about the matter and something must have clicked because his tone suddenly turned soothing.

”You meant that thing that happened over the weekend?” He laughed, “Didn’t I tell you they keep messing up all my plans? Those people blew that place on their own. I contained the damage as best as I could.”

Izuku’s fingers moved from his nape to his back to play with the edge of the neck of his shirt.

“I like heroes, Kacchan. I don’t hurt them just because.”

Katsuki felt him scratch over the line of his spine with his nails.

“Is that damn anti hero faction that makes them believe they can think on their own. They’re a pain in the ass.” A hiccup. “Some of the assholes even found one of my merch hideouts and burned it. If I ever find out who it was I’m going to kill them!” Izuku pulled another strand of hair, hard enough to almost rip it off Katsuki’s head. Katsuki had been well aware of his every move, but that took him by surprise.

“For fucks sake–! Lower your voice.” He lifted a hand to hold the hand that was gripping his hair. “And let fucking go off me.”

“But Kacchan–!”

“Enough with the drunk talk, loser!”

In a daze, Izuku was caught by Katsuki’s eyes. He stared, then smile, and the whisky was clear on his voice when he leaned his weight over Katsuki’s chest and said,

“Almost half of my Dynamight merch was in there. I only have a hoody left. And some photocards and some posters. I had to fight so many people to get those.”

“You’re disgusting.”

He giggled.

“I can’t help it. They piss me off sometimes. So many people drooling over your pictures.” He frowned at the memory and seemed to suddenly recall something that had particularly bothered him. “Like that picture of you on the subway!!” He complained and hit Katsuki’s shoulder with his fists in protest.

“Shhh!!!” Katsuki hushed him and held him by the throat in a silent threat.

“They have no right!” Izuku whispered dramatically loud. Another drunk thought and a tender feeling overcame the anger. He smiled, his nose touching Katsuki.

“Other heroes are cool, but Kacchan is my hero.”

How much Katsuki wished the idiot would shut up, delivering stabs to his heart and playing oblivious to it.

‘Kacchan is my hero.’

Nothing could be said with the lump he had on his throat. He trembled at the thoughts of the dreams he had every night, a kid with fear in his eyes and an iron hope in his voice when he stated to the evil people,

‘Kacchan is going to come save me’.

Katsuki's will waivered. That kid in the park that had gone missing. The kid that was all alone there waiting for Kacchan for their play date. But Kacchan decided to ditch him that day to go to the arcade with the other kids. He looked at the man on top of him, at that face that hid the core of all his guilts, and he ached with the need to lift his arms and hold him in place so that face wouldn’t disappear on him again.

What would have happened if he had shown up back then?

Would the kid be safe? Would they both have had the same fate?

Would Katsuki be dead by now too?

But would that mean they could have stayed together?

Katsuki’s only weakness was that kid he left in that park.

‘I'm sorry’ always lingered on his tongue, but sorrys couldn't turn back time.

And still, the words urged to be said, and pushed his lips open on moments like this when those eyes mushed his insides and had his soul begging. ‘I would go back and go with you if I could. I would leave with you if I could.’

But as the words wanted to spill out of his mouth, a sound ripped the veil of the moment.

Izuku frowned at the tune that cut the silence and moved away from Katsuki's shoulder. He sloppily felt around his pockets to look for his phone. He took it out and looked at the screen confused. Katsuki snatched it out of his hand and read the message on the notification bar.

Dabi

im here

where the fuck are you

3:25 a.m.

“Your ride is here, get off of me.” Katsuki pushed Izuku off of his lap. He grabbed the bottle that was still on the floor next to the sofa, walked a few steps to pick up the jacket laying over the carpet, and then held Izuku's arm with a strong grip, dragging him to the window.

Izuku mumbled his protests but Katsuki didn't pay him any mind. When they got to the window, he slammed the bottle on one of Izuku's hands and the jacket in the other, before pushing the window open. He point out and said,

“Get out.”

“But why by the window?”, Izuku complained without complying.

“You got in by the window. And you are not leaving by the fucking door. No villain is going to get spotted leaving my apartment by the front fucking door.”

Izuku looked back at him with an angry expression. None of the honey on his eyes remained and Katsuki was targeted with a laser gaze as if he were any other piece of trash on the sidewalk dirtying his shiny fancy shoes.

Izuku looked away from Katsuki, insulted. He murmured something under his breath. Katsuki could distinguish some of the colorful words that were directed towards him. He put on his jacket before approaching the window.

The villain prompted one of his feet to the frame, getting ready to jump, when Katsuki suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

“Give me the location”, he ordered.

Izuku huffed, laughing at the only man that had the guts to believe he could be ordered around by someone. He shoved his hand under his jacket and took out a wrinkled piece of paper the side of a small notepad before trusting it in Katsuki's hand. He refused to look at Katsuki or honor him with a ‘goodbye’ –not that it would be welcomed– and shoved away the grip that held him from behind.

Katsuki let go of him and didn't say anything more as he saw the villain drop from the tenth floor of the building.

When Izuku was finally out of sight, his body could finally relax.

Katsuki sighed, and closed the window. He was about to lock it when he remembered the broken latch. He clicked his tongue and cursed at the idiot that left once again without paying for the damage he had caused. Giving up to his tired muscles he turned to sit on the floor with his back against the wall.

He gave himself a moment to breathe. When he felt his hands stop shaking he looked for his own phone in his pocket to message his boss while helding Deku’s note still folded on his fingers.

my source handed me another tip

3:46 a.m.

ponytail (boss)

Hit me.

Whoever this person is, one day we will have to condecorate them.

3:48 a.m

#fanfic #fanfiction #bnha #mha #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #izuku #deku #villain!deku #bkdk #🍰 -- short fic

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Day One

🏔️ SUMMARY: Something has been missing for the past few years Wooyoung has been to the mountain with your family and his. Maybe this year, he'll figure out what it is. 🏔️ PAIRING: brother's best friend!Jung Wooyoung x Kang!reader 🏔️ GENRE: smut, fluff 🏔️ AU/TROPE INFO: brother's best friend, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers 🏔️ WORD COUNT: 6.2k whoops 🏔️ WARNINGS: language, smut, woosansang banter, sansang undertones 🏔️ RATING: mature 🏔️ A/N: Happy holidays from your CoDNet secret santa, @wooyoungqueen! This was so much fun to write, and I really hope you enjoy it!! it got a little away from me lol smut tags under the cut ; divs from @cafekitsune masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: first time together, light praise kink, fingering, oral (fem receiving), wooyoung’s nose, they’re both switches, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but boo), riding

The weeks following Wooyoung’s birthday had been a flurry of activity for nearly as long as he could remember. Whatever energy had been put into planning his celebration was rapidly redirected to coordinating the family’s annual trip to the mountains—an event that seemed to grow with him. It had been going on for as long as he could remember, beginning as a much-needed post-holiday getaway for his household. The first expansion came in middle school, when he met and attached himself to Kang Yeosang—the two families melded together naturally when the Kangs moved in next door, and one cabin rental became two, right next to each other and nestled among the pines at the Jungs’ favorite resort. It had been on one of these early trips that you and Wooyoung had become nearly as attached to each other as he and your older brother had been and, much to Yeosang’s chagrin at the time, their duo became a trio.

Despite Wooyoung and Yeosang having graduated and moved out, they both still found themselves drawn back to that same resort year after year. You, on the other hand, had not been so lucky. Your degree had proven a bit more demanding than either your brother’s or Wooyoung’s and, after your first year, they found themselves sharing deflated smiles as they watched you breeze through your parents’ front door after Christmas dinner. Something within Wooyoung ached each time, and the cabin he now shared with his brothers and yours—the cabins had long since been shuffled from ‘Jung’ and ‘Kang’ to ‘Parents’ and ‘Kids’—never quite felt the same.

He’d never quite figured out why his favorite tradition had begun to taste so bittersweet. Maybe, he decided, it was the monotony finally getting to him. Yeosang liked to call him a child of chaos, reminding him often that his creative slumps usually just meant he needed a change of scenery. He’d discovered every nook and cranny in both of the cabins they rented each year by the time he was 14. He’d been through every freestyle zone and explored every tree trail his board could fit through over the years, and even taught Kyungmin a few tricks. Now that he was of age, he’d been to every bar within walking distance of the slopes, too. The novelty had to have worn off; he’d seen and done it all. He’d give anything to see his safe haven for the first time again.

Maybe, just maybe, seeing it through someone else’s eyes would have the desired effect.

“Sannie, you said you snowboard, right?” He called from the couch, barely glancing up from his phone.

Wooyoung’s roommate blinked at him from the kitchen, leaned against the breakfast bar with his spoon halfway to his mouth. “I have before. I don’t… do it regularly.”

“And you had fun, right?”

San blinked, confused, and let his cereal settle back into its bowl. “Yeah? What is this about, Wooyoung?”

“Great! You’re coming on the ski trip this year.”

“Are you paying?” San scoffed half in jest, rolling his eyes heartily before turning his attention back to the book he had pinned to the counter.

“Yes.”

The flat tone of Wooyoung’s voice had him stunned, eyes wide as he slowly looked back up. “Are you serious right now?” When the younger nodded resolutely, no twinkle of mischief in his eyes, San gaped. “You’re not going to come up short on rent for this, are you?”

Wooyoung snorted. “No. It’s a family thing. My older brother can’t go anymore, so we’ve got an empty spot. Wanna come?”

“Absolutely.”

Pulling up to the cabin two months later with San in the passenger seat of his rented

SUV, he was certain he’d found the piece he’d been missing over the past few years. His friend’s excitement was palpable and contagious, the elder’s leg bouncing furiously and his cheeks split into a wide grin as he drank in the scenery. Wooyoung couldn’t help but laugh a little as he launched himself from the car the moment it was in park, spinning in the snow-covered driveway to take in the full view.

“Do you really come here every year?” He asked, his voice a little breathless with awe.

Wooyoung grinned, nodding. “Since I was a kid. We stayed in the cabin next door until I was in high school, but that’s for the real adults now,” he snorted a laugh. “Once Sangie and I hit high school, we were trustworthy enough to watch my little brother, I guess, and it’s been kids and parents since. My older brother usually stays with us too, but he has some work thing, I guess.” San nodded, silent and still staring, and Wooyoung couldn’t help but watch him for a moment with a stupid grin. “C’mon, help me unload before everyone else gets here. Yeosangie’s ruthless about first-come, first-serve room picking.”

That seemed to snap his roommate from his awe-struck stupor, and within moments, they found themselves wrapped in the familiar warmth of the cabin. Crossing the threshold into resounding silence had a pang of something wrong echoing in Wooyoung’s chest, and he frowned for a moment as he tugged his boots off.

“This is nice.”

San’s voice tugged him out of his thoughts, and Wooyoung forced a smile. “Right? Follow me, the good bed’s upstairs.”

They were each draped over separate arms of the couch, half-focused on the drama Wooyoung had put on, when the rumble of tires on the driveway pulled him from his half-asleep daze. San perked up with him, eyebrows raising as he blinked at his friend in question. “Your parents?”

Wooyoung gave a noncommittal shrug. “Or the Kangs.”

“Should we see if they need help?” He offered, standing and heading for the door.

“Fuck that, it’s cold as shit out there,” the younger complained, nestling further into his blanket cocoon. “Have fun freezing your ass off.”

“So thoughtful of you, Wooyoung-ah,” San teased, disregarding the grumble that left his friend.

He listened as the front door shut and his friend called a greeting toward the car, a familiar female voice responding. Huffing a sigh, he turned his attention back to the TV. He could deal with his mother’s chastising of his terrible hosting later.

What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was the door of his own cabin to swing back open wide minutes later, a blast of cold air cutting through the air along with an all-too-familiar laugh. His chest tightened inexplicably as it rang like a bell, San’s low chuckle echoing after it, and he turned toward the sounds.

“Two years, and you can’t even come help me with my suitcase, Youngie?”

At the sound of your voice, Wooyoung felt the air around him shift. The cold light filtering in through the windows seemed to warm with your entry, and all at once, the vast, empty cabin once again felt full. He stood, eyes wide and shining with glee as his jaw dropped open for a moment, his chest tightening with something he refused to acknowledge. Schooling his expression into his usual mischievous smirk, he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re a big girl, Y/N, you could handle it yourself.”

You sighed heartily, rolling your eyes playfully before turning your gaze to San, who was busy shutting the door behind you. “At least chivalry isn’t completely dead.”

He perked up with wide, round eyes, flashing a megawatt smile at you, and Wooyoung felt the cabin dim a little again. “It’s no problem at all. Where do you, uh… Wooyoung hasn’t given me the full tour, so I’m not sure where to take your stuff.”

Once again, your mirthful gaze turned toward your childhood friend, and his smirk ticked back up. “I assume this one took the good bed all for himself already.”

“The early bird catches the worm, and all that,” he taunted back, San nodding affirmation beside you.

You clicked your tongue in disapproval, sighing and shaking your head. “Can’t even let me enjoy it. I have to get my gear from the car, but I can show you when I get back in, if this one’s still intent on becoming one with the couch.” You nodded back toward Wooyoung, pulling a bark of laughter from San, and something within the younger twisted.

“I can show him, go get your stuff,” he sighed, waving you away as he started for the hall. San glanced between the two of you for a moment before catching your amused, warm smile and, confusion alleviated, followed his friend.

“You didn’t tell me your friend had a sister.”

Wooyoung hummed quietly in acknowledgement, pushing open the downstairs bedroom door. He hadn’t stayed in this room in years, preferring to curl up in the upstairs bedroom with Yeosang and leave this space for his brothers, and for a moment, he was surprised at how small it felt. The twin beds in their corners and the heavy wooden dresser had seemed impossibly big, once upon a time, and lonely as the moonlight filtered through the blinds. Now, the space felt close and cozy, the patterned quilts and stripes of sunlight bathing the room making it look like something out of a catalog. Wooyoung’s chest tightened again and he smiled, nostalgia settling like a blanket around his shoulders.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it would be relevant,” he admitted, pulling open the closet door to check for extra blankets. “You can put her stuff on the bed by the window; she prefers that one.” Behind him, San’s eyes narrowed. “Like she said, it’s been a couple of years since she’s been here, and nobody told me she was coming.”

“Are there going to be enough beds?”

Wooyoung paused, lips pursed in thought and hands on his hips as he turned to face San. “That… Is a very good question. I think we have air mattresses? Worst case, we can stick the kid on the couch or something. We’ll worry about it when—” The sound of a car horn cut him off, and Wooyoung peered through the blinds to peek at the driveway, a grin splitting his face. “After everyone else is through unloading. C’mon, we can still hide in the bedroom if we hurry.”

San fixed him with a flat look, shaking his head gently. “I am going to be nice and help your family unload their car. You can come with me, or you can leave me unattended to gossip with your mom for however long this takes.”

Wooyoung blinked owlishly until San turned to leave, following along behind his roommate on autopilot. “I hate you,” he muttered as they paused to tug on their boots, and San grinned.

Preparations for the traditional, joint-family, first night dinner were underway as you bustled around the kitchen with Wooyoung and both of your mothers. Yeosang and San had both offered their assistance; your brother had been met with a resounding, unanimous ‘No’ from the four of you, which he responded to with a cheeky grin and a small giggle, and San had immediately rescinded his offer. It felt natural for the four of you to be here together again, dancing around each other with a practiced ease as your mothers set themselves up at the island, massive metal bowls and all of the ingredients for kimchi spread out between them. You and Wooyoung quickly sidled up together at the stove, whisking the tteokbokki and potstickers that had been waiting into the living room to keep your fathers, siblings and Wooyoung’s friend occupied while you made the main course. You weren’t surprised to find your brother sat on the floor, his arms open as Kyungmin rushed him for a hug, but you caught the small, choked noise Wooyoung made at the sight of San alongside the pair. You flashed him a private little smile, and a swarm of butterflies kicked up in his stomach.

When you settled at the stove together, you nudged him with your hip, prompting a huff of laughter and a return of the gesture.

“I like your friend.”

Wooyoung nearly dropped the skillet in his hand, the heavy dish clattering against the stovetop loud enough to put a stop to your mothers’ conversation. They peeked back at you, but Wooyoung waved them off as he swallowed bile.

“San?” There was an edge to his voice, he could tell, and he could only hope you hadn’t noticed it, too.

“Yeah,” you nodded, seemingly oblivious as you stirred black bean paste and brown sugar together. “He fits in well and he’s really sweet. You should bring him every year.”

Something vile twisted in Wooyoung’s gut. “Maybe. I’ll see if he wants to come back. Who knows, maybe you’ll scare him off?” He snarked, flashing you a wicked grin. You barked a laugh, elbowing him and earning a squawk of indignation as his pork-filled skillet shifted over the fire. “Careful, you’ll burn dinner! Or worse, me!”

“What’s this about you being the worst?” Yeosang chimed as he slipped over to the fridge, his sudden appearance pulling a shout from the man next to you.

“Oh my god, you need a fucking bell!”

“Watch your mouth, there are children present,” you chastised, clicking your tongue. “We were talking about San,” you supplied as you turned back to your work, and Wooyoung frowned. Yeosang caught the look before he could wipe it away, cocking an eyebrow and smirking knowingly over the neck of his bottle.

Whatever that meant.

Wooyoung glared at him.

“I like him,” Yeosang offered, “he’s sweet. And handsome.” Wooyoung flashed him another glare, this time unintentionally, and your brother shrugged innocently.

You, completely unaware, hummed in agreement. “I was telling Youngie he should bring him back next year. Maybe we could talk to Mom about swapping cabins so I could bring Somin with me and introduce them; they’d be a cute couple.”

The nastiness in Wooyoung’s gut untwisted, and he sighed silently. “I like that idea!”

“I don’t,” Yeosang grumbled, frowning. “Then I’ll be stuck as the fifth wheel.”

You both whipped your heads up to him, brows furrowed in confusion. You thanked whoever was listening that your brother was on the other side of Wooyoung, because you flushed bright pink at his teasing. He was well aware of the little crush you had on your mutual best friend, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it.

“Last I checked, everyone else here was single, and that’s probably not going to change any time soon,” you huffed, stirring the mixture in the wok with a bit more vitriol. Yeosang hid his smile behind his bottle as Wooyoung, too, glared at him.

“You never know,” he hummed, sauntering off back into the living room.

The silence that fell between you and Wooyoung held more tension, this time, as you both processed. Wooyoung stared at the kitchen backsplash, unblinking, until your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“You’re burning the pork.” He startled, promptly pulling the skillet off the stove. You laughed, and just like that, things returned to normal. Shaking your head, you spooned the black bean paste into a bowl and offered him the wok. “I thought you said you knew how to cook now.”

Wooyoung huffed indignantly, hip bumping you to the side. “I can make jjajangmyeon.”

“That was mean, Yeosang, rubbing it in like that.”

Your brother hummed from his place on his bed, eyes glued to the ceiling. Lazily, he turned over and blinked at you. “I’m not rubbing anything in. I’m trying to open your eyes here. He’s been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, flopping onto your own mattress. “If he had been, he would have done something about it.” Yeosang snorted. “I’m serious! If there’s one thing I know about Wooyoung, it’s that he takes what he wants.”

“You think that rule applies to his best friend and other best friend’s sister? He’s probably worried I’ll be pissed if he tells me or something.”

Again, you rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t, honestly,” San replied, eyes wide as he tracked Wooyoung, pacing the floor in front of him. “I know how mad I’d be if it turned out you were in love with Haneul.”

“That’s what I’m saying, Sannie,” Wooyoung huffed, collapsing on his back and spreading out across the mattress. He squirmed, situating himself with his head in San’s lap, and the elder obliged, petting at his hair. “But she’s so pretty.”

“She is,” he agreed, holding his hands up in surrender as Wooyoung glared daggers at him. “I’m just saying! Your friend’s sister is pretty! Would you rather I disagree?”

Wooyoung huffed a sigh, frowning and settling back into his roommate’s lap. “God, this week is gonna suck. Having her here is like… It feels better, but it also feels worse, y’know? She’s so close but so far away.”

“You could always, like… Ask Yeosang for permission, first.”

“Didn’t you just advise me against that? Whose side are you on here?”

San shrugged. “I’m just trying to help so I don’t have to listen to you complain all week on the slopes.”

Wooyoung reached up, the back of his hand coming into contact with San’s shoulder and pulling a pained noise from him.

In the morning, you were all up early. Breakfast was a quick, chaotic affair of the four of you cycling in and out of the kitchen, breezing past each other and shouting across the cabin as you made plans. Within an hour of pulling Yeosang from the comfort of his bed, you were all crammed into Wooyoung’s SUV, flasks on your hip to warm you in the snow and your gear strapped to the ski rack. Yeosang, much to your surprise, had slipped into the back seat before you'd even left the house, and was chatting away happily with San as you slid in the passenger seat.

“Who are you and what have you done with Kang Yeosang?” you teased, flashing your brother a skeptical half-glare. He huffed a breath through his nose and rolled his eyes, flopping sideways to lay his head on San’s shoulder, The man flushed bright red but he didn’t flinch or pull away, and you filed that information away for later.

“I made a friend. Let me enjoy him.” You thought San flushed brighter at that.

“Good luck, Sannie, you’re never getting rid of him,” you warned good-naturedly, flashing him a smile in the rearview mirror.

He gave a nervous half-smile, nodding. “Can’t imagine wanting to.”

Your brother’s lips pursed into a small ‘o’, and you watched with a grin as pink dusted his cheeks, too.

Wooyoung seemed surprised by your presence in the front seat, too, as he poked his head in and met you with a “deer-in-the-headlights” look. “That’s not the Yeosang I know.”

You gestured at him, smacking his arm lightly as he climbed into the car. “That’s what I said!”

He grinned, laughing his signature, unfiltered cackle, and your heart clenched. “God, I’m glad you’re back.”

Whether or not Wooyoung noticed the way you sheepishly smiled at your lap, your brother did. He grinned, nudging San, who blinked at him in confusion. This would be a fun week.

The four of you began the day together, meeting at the base lodge with the rest of your family to distribute lift tickets and set an emergency and end-of-day meeting point. You started as you always did, cruising down some of the shorter greens at the base of the mountain as a whole unit as you got your legs under you. You, Wooyoung and Yeosang were ready to crank it up in minutes and, for the most part, your parents were ready to follow. Kyungmin and San were falling more than the rest of you, the former sticking close to his brother and the latter frowning and sighing as he fell into the snow. Yeosang chuckled and laughed at the pout visible under his helmet, skiing over to offer the snowboarder a hand up, and you were left alone to drink in the scene.

You sighed happily, staring up at the peak and drinking in the scenery as you leaned on your poles. People darted and dashed around you, cutting through the snow with ease and creating the perfect soundscape of white noise. You didn’t notice when Wooyoung slid up nex to you until he spoke, startling you out of your reverie.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You jumped, leaning hard on your poles and reaching out to steady yourself. Wooyoung dropped his board into the snow and planted his boots, arms wrapping around your middle as you stumbled on your skis. Sighing as you found your balance again, you rested your hands on his arms, eyes slipping shut.

“Thank you,” you hummed, turning over your shoulder with a smile to—oh.

He was so close to you. You felt your cheeks heat again, this time not from the sting of the cold. “You’re… welcome,” he muttered, and you felt your heart leap into your chest.

“Hyung!” You nearly fell back over as you and Wooyoung jumped apart at his little brother’s excited cry. “Did you finally tell Y/N-ie that you love her?!”

When you looked back at Wooyoung, stunned, he stood stock-still, his expression unreadable under his helmet. The tension could be cut with a knife as silence settled between you.

It was your brother that saved you, head snapping toward you like a meerkat at Kyungmin’s shout. With a quick word to San, he zipped over, calling out to the youngest. “Kyungmin-ah! Why don’t you come help Sannie? He’s having a little trouble.”

“But Yeosang-hyung—”

Before the boy could protest further, your brother grabbed his hand, tugging him across and along toward the rack San was sat beside, leaving you and Wooyoung alone.

“Y/N, I—”

“You love me?”

You both began at once, but your words cut through the air like a war cry.

Wooyoung was quiet for a beat and you squirmed, glancing away to your brother for an escape. He afforded no assistance, his back turned to you and shielding the younger Jung’s gaze in a way you knew must have been intentional.

Finally, he spoke, he voice barely audible over the roar of the lodge activity. “I always have.”

You huffed a sigh, rolling your eyes and shuffling on your skis, starting away. “Of course you have, Wooyoung. Like a brother does, always. Never anything more.”

“No, Y/N, you’re wrong.”

You froze as he called after you, turning over your shoulder to stare at him. He had taken his helmet off, it and his goggles hanging limply at his side, giving you a window into his heart through his warm brown eyes. He swallowed thickly and stepped forward, offering out a hand. His was shaking just as much as yours was as you took it, using him to balance as you popped your skis off. He gave you no time to pick them up before he was in front of you and dropping his helmet to the ground, taking your other hand in his and breathing a quick sigh.

“I wanted this to be romantic and blow you away and this may not be the best time, but god dammit if I don’t tell you now, I might never.” He paused, taking another breath. “It’s been more since I knew what ‘more’ meant. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember—not as your brother or his best friend. I love you for you; for the woman you are, the girl you always have been, and whoever you may become. You are… so gorgeous and so sweet, and I’d do anything to call you mine.”

You were beaming at him, clenching his fingers tight like a vice as he paused. The silence had him squirming, you could see, and you scrambled for something, anything to match his heartfelt confession. In the end, what came out of your mouth was, “All you have to do is ask.”

“Kang Y/N, will you do me the incomparable honor of being my girlfriend?” His grin matched yours.

“Yes, absolutely,” you sighed, breathless between the mountain air and the affectionate tightness in your chest.

The next instant, his lips were on yours, and you grasped desperately at his shoulders as you scrabbled for your footing in the snow. Behind you, you thought you heard San cheer, and you laughed quietly against Wooyoung’s lips. When you parted, breathless for an entirely new reason, you were happy to find your boyfriend just as disheveled, beaming at you like you hung the stars.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Wooyoung.”

Out of sight—not that you would have noticed—your brother held out a fist for Kyungmin to bump.

“What was that you said about ‘never having a chance?’” Yeosang teased over dinner that night, the four of you sprawled out between the two couches in your cabin. You pulled your sweater over your face to hide your embarrassment, snuggling deeper into Wooyoung’s arms.

“Oh, shut up! He’s been your best friend and one of mine since we were kids. How was I supposed to know—”

“You were supposed to trust his best friend and your brother, is what should have happened,” he huffed.

“How did you even know?!” Wooyoung protested. You could hear his glare.

“You’re not subtle, she’s just oblivious.”

“Hey!”

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!”

Yeosang sighed, rolling his eyes heartily and pushing himself up off the couch. “I’m already sick of third wheeling. San, come help me move your stuff so they can have their own room.”

Wooyoung grinned against your neck, squeezing you tight. “Oh, they might regret that,” he hummed in your ear, tapping your thigh to guide you off of his lap. “I’ll help! Sannie can stay.”

Your brother raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a smirk. “Oh, now he’s helpful. A changed man.”

“Only the best for my princess,” he teased, shooting you a wink over his shoulder. You pulled your sweater up over your nose again, grinning and hiding your flush.

An hour later, your stuff had been moved into the upstairs bedroom with Wooyoung’s, and Yeosang and San were gathering their gear. You turned to peer at them over the back of the sofa, eyes wide and innocent. “Where are you off to?”

“We saw signs for night skiing, and he was interested,” your brother explained, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “I didn’t want to leave him with mom and dad, so I’m going too. I think Wooyoung was thinking about coming, but…” he gave you a knowing look. “I thought if we gave you a couple hours of alone time, we could sleep tonight.”

Your cheeks heated. “Yeosang!”

“Thank you, bye, have fun!” Wooyoung called as he slid up behind you and looped his arms around your waist. “That’s enough talk about our future sex life. Be safe.”

“Two and a half hours,” your brother warned, giving you both a pointed glance. Behind him, San’s cheeks were tinged pink. “Remember what I said.”

This was directed over your shoulder to Wooyoung who, when you turned, had gone a little pale. The door shut with a purposeful slam and you turned in his arms, cupping his face.

“What did he say?”

“That, uh… If he hears anything, he’ll give our moms the details. And tell your dad.”

“We’d better get it out of our systems while he’s out then, huh?”

You’d watched Wooyoung short-circuit before over Yeosang babbling on about his engineering studies, mostly. Being the reason he did so now, especially when it was enhanced by the pretty pink tinge that rose in his cheeks and ears, was an entirely new and delightful experience.

“Unless you don’t—” you began when the silence stretched, only to be cut off by his lips on your own.

“Absolutely the hell not,” he practically growled, and you felt your knees go a little weak. “I’ve waited way too long to have you—I’m not waiting any longer.”

“Then don’t,” you breathed, stepping back from him and catching his hand in yours as it fell between you.

The two of you practically dashed up the stairs, barely pausing to kick the door shut and lock it before your lips were pressed together again, both hungry for each other. His hands ran up your sides and under your sweater, rucking it up and grabbing at the soft skin he found underneath. Your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged, pulling a pretty moan from him that you wanted to hear more of right then and there. He gave you no time, however, spinning you and walking you back toward the bed.

When your knees hit the mattress, you both fell in a giggling heap onto it, Wooyoung caging you in below him with his hands on either side of your head. His lips found your jaw the moment you both settled and he let his eyes flutter shut as he trailed kisses down your throat. There would be time to watch you come apart for him later; now, he wanted to bask in all the pretty little sounds you let out as he worked you up. It didn’t take long before you were squirming under him, hands grasping at his hair while his lips and hands sought each other through the barrier of your sweater. When his lips reached your neckline, he guided you up and pulled your sweater over your head, tossing it to the side, your bra quickly following.

He sat back on his heels, hands on your waist to keep you upright as he drank you in, eyes wide and earnest. You felt your cheeks heat, tugging at the hem of his own shirt to resist the urge to cover yourself. He obliged immediately, the garment discarded like yours, and your hands immediately found his skin. Wooyoung shivered as you ran your fingers up his chest, tracing over the lines of his abs and ghosting over his nipples, delighting at the shiver that lit down his spine and the whine that spilled from his lips.

In the next moment, his lips were on yours and he was guiding you onto your back once more. His hands stopped only to squeeze your breasts and tweak at your nipples in return, pulling a gasp from you and a grin from him, before they came to rest at your waistband, fingers dipping under it. You lifted your hips obediently, your lounge pants and underwear being pulled off and shucked away at once and earning a purr of “Good girl,” from Wooyoung.

You whimpered at that and he grinned, raising an eyebrow at you as he lowered himself between your legs. “Noted,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Sit there and look pretty for me while I open you up, okay.”

At a loss for words, you nodded dumbly, gasping as his lips met your skin again. You melted back into the pillows with a moan as his breath ghosted over your core, hips twitching in anticipation. “W-Wooyoung,” you tried. He grinned wickedly up at you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Without another word, he was pressing his tongue to you and lapping a fat stripe up your core, flicking his tongue over your clit with a little flourish. You squirmed and he grinned against you, moaning into your heat as you tugged at his hair, silently begging him to come closer. He obliged and buried his tongue between your folds, the curve of his nose bumping against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he lost himself in your taste.

His hands came up under you to cup at your ass, kneading at the soft flesh as your thighs landed over his shoulders. You whimpered and squirmed, thighs twitching by his ears, and Wooyoung couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be. His fingers prodded against your entrance and he glanced up questioningly as your hips jerked, as if both you and your body were unsure if you wanted more or less. The sight that met him was one of beauty; your hair was spread across the pillows around you and the hand that wasn’t tangled in Wooyoung’s hair had begun kneading at your breast—and Wooyoung rutted down into the mattress with a low groan.

You nodded frantically as he pressed more insistently against your core, and he quickly slipped a finger into you, preening at the sigh you let out. He worked it slowly in contrast to his quick tongue, and the difference quickly had you seeing stars. Eyes still locked on your writhing form, he pressed a second finger in with the first and crooked them up, seeking out your sweet spot. The moment he found it, he grinned, committing the little squeak of pleasure that left you to memory for later.

It took seconds, then, for the coil in your gut to snap, and your back arched off the bed as you rode out your high against Wooyoung’s sinful mouth. His eyes were wide and innocent as he worked you over your peak with no sign of halting, only freeing you from your torment when you tugged him back by his hair. He surfaced with a gasp and a grin you quickly wiped off his face as you crashed your lips against his own.

There was no time for him to react as you shoved him down next to you and climbed into his lap, settling your weight over his clothed cock. He groaned and winced, neglected length throbbing painfully at the sudden stimulation. You giggled and he glared, hands settling on your hips to encourage you to start grinding against him. With a coy smile, you moved his hands back to the sheets and shifted back to his thighs, fingers tucking under his waistband. What you found made you freeze, and you were gifted with another beautiful Wooyoung giggle as he grinned up at you.

“You were expecting this, weren’t you?” You muttered as you tugged his pants down and, just as you had guessed, found no underwear beneath.

He shook his head, expression suddenly softer. “Expecting, never. Hoping?” He grinned like a Cheshire and leaned forward, cupping your ass and dragging you up to press your core against him. “Always,” he purred, darting up to catch your lips once more.

You hummed happily as you ground down against him, the friction welcome but far too little after experiencing his tongue and fingers. “Wooyoung,” you managed between kisses, shifting further up so his head caught on your entrance. “Wanna ride you baby, please?”

He let out a wrecked groan and nodded, wrapping an arm around you to lift you as the other positioned his cock at your entrance. “Wait, shit,” he murmured, shifting under you. You whined, thighs clenching to keep him in place. “Condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” you muttered, grinding against him, “wanna feel you, please.”

Wooyoung cursed, hips rolling up against your own. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You beamed, pressing another quick kiss to his lips as he lined himself back up. His hands held you steady, setting the pace for you as he filled you inch-by-inch and you whined in protest, brow furrowing. Pressing his wrists down into the sheets, you sat yourself on his cock in one fluid motion, pulling cries from both of you. Ravenous, you slotted your lips against his and immediately began riding him in earnest, grinning against his lips at the squeak he let out.

“F-Fuck, babydoll,” he gasped out, hands returning to your hips when yours grasped the headboard for balance. “Not gonna last if you keep at this—shit.”

“Play with my clit,” you breathed, walls clenching around him at the hungry look he gave in return, “and I won’t either.”

Wordlessly, he nodded, tongue flicking out to wet his thumb before settling over your clit, pushing back the hood before rubbing tight circles over it. You let out a broken shout and he moaned quietly, cock twitching pleasantly inside you.

“G-G’nna…” he gasped, swallowing thickly as he staved off his climax.

You nodded, pace picking up just barely as you chased your releases. A moment later, your walls began fluttering around him and your back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as you plummeted over your peak. The sight of you was all it took for Wooyoung to follow, reaching up and pulling you down into his chest as he emptied into you.

The silence was jarring when you both came back to your senses, only the sound of your heavy breaths filling the space now. You sighed with a smile and let your eyes flutter shut, allowing yourself to bask in the afterglow before the sweat would force you to the bathroom. Your boyfriend held you tight, pressing kisses into your hair as his hands roamed over your back.

“I love you, Wooyoungie,” you murmured sleepily, smiling as you felt him chuckle.

“I love you too, Y/N-ie,” he replied readily.

“This is the best year yet.”

He beamed. “And it’s only day one.”

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Mythic Creatures by Region & Culture

Part 8: Asia and South Pacific

The Mesopotamian entries are often culture-specific and I'll need to sort them into their respective regions in future.

allegedly Asian

Barometz; Salamander

Smaller Entries:

Akathaso, Burma, tree spirit; Barmanou, Pakistan; Benzaiten; Churel; Creatures of Azerbaijan; Dab Hmong; Dakhanavar Armenian; Ḍākinī; Death; Landlord Deities; Mountain God; Peacock Princess; Sin-you; Sky Fox; Teng; Tenghuang; Xeglun Tungusic Ainu

Akkorokamui; Amemasu; Hoyau; Kenas-unarpe; Korpokkur; Mintuci Cambodia; Koan Kroach nightmare fuel; Kting voar also Vietnam; Mrenh kongveal

China

Ao; Ao Guang; Azure Lung; Bai Lung Ma; Bai Suzhen; Bai Ze; Bao Si; Bashe; Bi Fang bird; Bixi; Black Tortoise; Boto_and_Dolphin_Spirits; Cangjie; Chang; Chi; Chinas; Chinese guardian lions; Chinese Monkey Creatures; Chinese serpent killed by Li Ji; Chinese Souls; Chiwen; Chiyou; City God; Daji; Dēnglung; Dilung; Diting; Dogs in Chinese mythology; Dong Yong and the Seventh Fairy; Dǒumǔ; Dragon turtle; Fangfeng; Fangxiangshi; Feilian; Feilung; Feng; Fènghuáng; Fengli; Flying Horse of Gansu; Four Perils; Fox Spirit; Fuxi; Fuzanglung; Fuzhu; Gangcheori; Ghosts in Chinese culture; Gonggong; Guang yi ji; Hairen; He-He Er Xian; Hong; Hòutǔ; Hun and po; Hundun; Huodou; Húxiān; Jiangshi; Jiaolung; Jin Chan; Jinmenju also Japanese; Jiutian Xuannü; Jiutou Zhiji Jing; Jiuweihu; Jué yuán (Japanese version Jueyuan); King Father of the East; Kitchen God; Kuafu; Kui; Lake Tianchi Monster; Luan; Luduan; Lung; Lungma; Lungmu; Magpie Bridge; Magu; Menshen; Mo; Mogwai; Momu; Moon Rabbit; Nian; Nine-headed bird; Nüba; Nüwa; Pangu; Panhu; Panlung; Peng; Penghou; Pig Dragon; Pipa Jing; Pixiu; Pulao; Qianlima also Korean; Qilin; Qingji; Qingniao; Qiulung; Queen Mother of the West; Sanshi; Sha Wujing; Shangyang; Shen; Shen_clam_monster; Shenlung; Shi Dog; Shuimu; Spirit Turtle; Stone Sentinel Maze; Swan Maiden Yao; Taotie; The Governor of Nanke; The Painted Skin; The Nine Peahens and the Golden Apples; Three-legged crow also Japanese and Korean; Tianguo; Tianlung; Tianma; Tu'er Shen; Tubo; Tudigong; Unicorn; Watersheep (see Vegetable Lamb of Tartary); Vermillion Bird; Wangliang; White Tiger; World Turtle; Wutong Shen; Wuzhiqi; Xian; Xiangliu; Xiao; Xiezhi; Xingtian; Xirang; Yao Grass; Yāoguài; Yellow Lung; Yeren; Yeti also Tibetan and Nepali; Yinglung; Zhenniao; Zhu Bajie; Zhulung

Hittite

Annunaki; Illuyanka the equivalent of Hurrian Ḫedammu; Hittite Goddesses of Fate

Hurrian

Annunaki; Ḫedammu the equivalent of Hittite Illuyanka; Tilla; Ullikummi; Upelluri

Iran (Persia)

Akvan Div; Al but also in Mongolia, Russia, Afghanistan, Caucasus; Almas also Turkic and Mongolia; Anguiped also Greek and Roman.; Arzhang Div; Azhdaha; Chamrosh; Div; Div-e Sepid; Fulad-zereh; Gochihr; Griffon; Huma bird; Karkadann allegedly lived in India and Persia; Manticore allegedly lived in India; Peri also Turkic, Islamic (and Indian?); Rakhsh; Shabrang; Shahbaz; Shahmaran Indo-Iranian and Turkic; Shahrokh; Sheshe; Simurgh; Sphinx in a wide sense; Takam; Tyger allegedly lived in Persia; Unicorn; Vegetable Lamb of Tartary the Chinese watersheep allegedly lived in Persia; Werehyena; Winged Unicorn; Zahhāk

Java

Antaboga, pre-Islamic, Hindu; Kakawin; Keong Emas; Wewe Gombel Korea; Bulgae; Chilseok; Dokkaebi; Dokkaebi bangmangi; Egg Ghost; Gasin (house god); Gunungsin; Gwisin; Haesindang Park; Inmyeonjo; Jihaguk daejeok toechi seolhwa; Korean dragon; Korean Virgin Ghost; Munshin; Namu doryeong; Pulgasari; Qianlima also Chinese; Ryong; Samsin Halmeoni; Seonangshin; Sosamsin; The Heavenly Maiden and the Woodcutter; Three-legged crow also Japanese and Chinese; Ungnyeo; Ureongi gaksi;

Mongolia

Al but also in Persia, Russia, Afghanistan, Caucasus; Almas also Iran and Turkic; Aq Bars, winged snow leopard, heraldry from 800s onwards, also Slavic; Mongolian Death Worm Myanmar; Manussiha; Nat; Nawarupa; Pyinsarupa; Sphinx in a wide sense; Thayé; Yokkaso

Nepal

Gurumāpā; Khyāh; Kichkandi; Lākhey; Murkatta; Yeti also Chinese and Tibetan

Philippines

Alan of the Tinguian people; Amalanhig of the Visayan; type of Aswang; Amomongo of the Visayan; Angalo of the Ilocano; Anggitay Philippine centauride, female Tikbalang; Anito; Aswang; Bakunawa; Bal-Bal; Batibat of the Ilocano; Berbalang of Mindanao towns; Berberoka northern Luzon; Bernardo Carpio; Bungisngis Meluz, Orion, Bataan and Batangas; Busaw; Buso Bagobo; Dalaketnon Cebuano; Ekek; Engkanto; Ibong Adarna; Kapre; Kataw; Kumakatok; Manananggal; Manaul; Mandurugo; Minokawa; Nuno sa punso; Philippine Mytic Creatures; Pugot; Sarangay; Sarimanok; Sigbin; Sirena; Siyokoy; Tigmamanukan; Tikbalang; Tiyanak; Wakwak

allegedly Scythian (rider culture, no written records, all inhabitants and creatures based on Greek reports)

Amazons, Amazons (List); Arimaspi north Scythia; Scythian genealogical myth; Scythian religion; Scythians; Tarand; Vegetable Lamb of Tartary

Taiwan

Hanitu; Mo-sin-a; Ta'ai; Tek-ko-kui

Thai

Apsonsi; Cha kla; Hatsadiling; Hemaraj; Kong Koi; Krahang; Krasue; Kuman Thong; Mae Nak Phra Khanong; Mae yanang; Nang Mai; Nang Ta-khian; Nang Tani; Nariphon; Ninlaret; Phi phong; Phi Tai Hong; Phisuea Samut; Pop (ghost); Sphinx in a wide sense; Sudsakorn; Suvannamaccha

Tibet

Gyalpo spirits; Ro-langs; Simhamukha; Snow Lion; Tibetan myth; Wind Horse; Yeti also Chinese and Nepali

Vietnam

Hồ ly tinh; Kting voar also Cambodia; Lạc bird; Nghê; Rồng ; Vietnamese Dragons

Turkic

Äbädä, also found in Siberian mythology; Abasy, also found in Siberian mythology; Aiy Yakut; Al in Mongolia, Russia, Afghanistan, Caucasus; Al Ana; Al Basty from Sumerian; Alara, also found in Siberian mythology; Almas also Iran and Mongolia; Archura; Asena; Ayaz Ata; Bai Baianai also Yakut; Basty Turkic alp or mare; Bichura Turkic household spirit; Chai nenesi; Chesma iyesi; Çor also Siberian; Ergene iyesi; Erkenek; Hortdan; Irshi; Itbarak; İye; Konrul; Korbolko; Kormos; Mhachkay includes Tatar lore; Mu shuvuu; Örek; Peri also Persian, Islamic (and Indian?); Qarakorshaq; Sazakan; Shahmaran Indo-Iranian and Turkic; Sheka; Shurali; Su iyesi; Susulu; Tepegöz; Tulpar; Turul also Hungarian; Upiór also Slavic; Uylak; Werewolf; Yekyua; Yelbeghen; Yer iyesi; Yer-sub; Yuxa

Turkish

Gelin; İn Cin; Uzuh

Siberia

Äbädä, also found in Turkic mythology; Abasy, also found in Turkic mythology; Aiy Yakut; Alara, also found in Turkic mythology; Bai Baianai, also found in Turkic mythology; Çor also Turkic; İye also Turkic\; Menk; Oksoko Yakut; Ongon; Pitsen; Sihirtia; The Great Snake; Yekyua; Yelbeghen

South Pacific Islands

Abaia: Fiji, Solomon and Vanuatu Islands. ; Abere, unspecified "Melanesia"; Adaro, Solomon Islands, merfolk; Aitu, from Maori to various east and west Polynesian cultures; Amai-te-rangi Cook Islands; Apukohai, Hawaii; Aremata-Popoa and Aremata-Rorua; Atonga Samoa; Atua; Auriaria Kiribati; Avatea Cook Islands; Baloma; Barong; Flaming Teeth Fiji; Gazeka Papua New Guinea; Hatuibwari Solomon Islands; Ila (Samoan myth); Kae and Longopoa; Kai-n-Tiku-Aba; Kalamainu'u Hawaii; Kawas; Kihawahine; Kupua Hawaii; Losi Samoa; Menehune Hawaii; Miru Cook Islands; Moʻo Hawaii; Moso's Footprint Samoa; Nawao Hawaii; Nei Tituaabine; Nganaoa; Nightmarchers Hawaii; Pahuanui Tahiti and Society Islands; Pua Tu Tahi; Rogo-Tumu-Here; Savali; Sina and the Eel; Talamaur Vanuatu; Tamangori; Tangaroa; Taotao Mo'na Mariana Islands; Tapairu Cook Islands; Tiʻitiʻi; Tikokura; Tinirau similar to Māori Tinirau and Kae;

Māori

Aitu also common in all parts of East and West Polynesia, sometimes with slightly different meanings; Atua; Hāhau-whenua; Hākuturi; Hawakai; Hemā; Hine-nui-te-pō; Kiwa; Kumi Lizard; Kurangaituku; Maero; Manaia; Maori ghosts; Matuku-tangotango; Moehau; Nuku-mai-tore; Pania of the Reef; Paoro; Patupaiarehe; Ponaturi; Pouākai; Taniwha; Taoroinai; Te Wheke-a-Muturangi; Tinirau and Kae; Tipua; Waitoreke; Whakatau; Whiro

Indian Ocean Islands

Folklore of the Maldives; Rannamaari

Japan (separate categories for Ainu and Okinawa)

Abumi-guchi; Abura-akago; Abura-sumashi; Aka Manto; Akabeko; Akaname; Akashita; Aketeko; Akubōzu; Akugyo; Akuma; Akurojin-no-hi; Ama no Fuchigoma; Amabie; Amanojaku; Amanozako; Amazake-babaa; Amefurikozō; Ameonna; Amikiri; Amorōnagu; Aoandon; Aobōzu; Aonyōbō; Aosaginohi; Arikura-no-baba; Ashi-magari; Ashinaga-tenaga; Ayakashi; Azukiarai; Azukibabaa; Azukihakari;

Bake-danuki; Bake-kujira; Bakemono; Bakeneko; Bakezōri; Baku; Banchō; Basan; Betobeto-san; Binbōgami; Biwa-bokuboku; Boroboroton; Bukit Timah Monkey Man WWII Japanese soldiers in Bukit Timah (Singapore) saw this; Byōbunozoki;

Chimimōryō; Chōchin'obake; Chōchinbi;

Daidarabotchi; Daikokuten; Danzaburou-danuki; Datsue-ba; Dodomeki; Dōsojin;

Ehon Hyaku Monogatari; Emishi; Enenra;

Fūjin; Funayūrei; Furaribi; Furutsubaki-no-rei; Futakuchi-onna;

Gagoze; Gashadokuro; Gazu Hyakki Yagyō; Gohō dōji; Goryō;

Hagoromo (swan maiden play); Hakuzōsu; Hanako-san; Hannya; Hare of Inaba; Harionagu; Hashihime; Heikegani; Hell Courtesan; Hibagon; Hiderigami; Himiko; Hito-gitsune; Hitodama; Hitotsume-kozō; Hitotsume-nyūdō; Hone-onna; Hotoke; Hyakki Tsurezure Bukuro; Hyakki Yagyō_Wild Hunt; Hyōsube; Hyottoko;

Ibaraki-dōji; Ikiryō; Ikuchi; Inari Ōkami; Inugami; Inugami Gyōbu; Ishinagenjo; Isonade; Issie; Issun-boushi; Itsumade; Ittan-momen;

Janjanbi; Japanese Serpent; Jikininki; Jinmenju also Chinese; Jinmenken; Jorōgumo; Jubokko; Jueyuan (Chinese version Jué yuán);

Kaibyō; Kamaitachi; Kami; Kamikiri; Kappa; Karura; Kasa-obake; Kasha; Kawauso; Kechibi; Keneō (oni); Kidōmaru; Kijo (folklore); Kinoko; Kitsune; Kitsune no yomeiri; Kitsunebi; Kiyohime; Kodama; Kōga Saburō; Komono; Konaki-jiji; Konjaku Gazu Zoku Hyakki; Konjaku Hyakki Shūi; Konpira Gongen; Koromodako; Koto-furunushi; Kotobuki; Kōya Hijiri; Kubikajiri; Kuchisake-onna; Kudagitsune; Kudan; Kumiho; Kuraokami (ryu); Kuro-shima (Ehime); Kurozuka; Kuzenbo; Kuzunoha; Kuzuryū;

Makuragaeshi; Maneki-neko; Matarajin; Mazoku; Megijima; Menreiki; Miage-nyūdō; Mikaribaba; Mikoshi-nyūdō; Misaki; Mishaguji; Mishihase; Mizuchi; Mokumokuren; Momiji; Momotarō; Mononoke; Mōryō; Mujina; Myōbu;

Namahage; Namazu; Nekomata; Ningen; Ningyo; Niō; Noderabō; Noppera-bō; Nue; Nuppeppō; Nurarihyon; Nure-onna; Nuribotoke; Nurikabe; Nyūdō-bōzu;

Oboroguruma; Ochimusha; Ōkubi; Okuri-inu; Ōmukade; Oni; Oni Gozen; Onibi; Onihitokuchi; Onikuma; Onmyōji; Onryō; Ōnyūdō; Ootakemaru; Orochi; Osakabehime; Osaki; Otoroshi; Oukami; Ouni;

Raijin; Raijū; Rashōmon no oni; Reikon; Rōjinbi; Rokkaku-dō; Rokurokubi; Ryū; Ryūgū-jō; Ryūjin;

Sakabashira; Samebito; Sankai; Sarutahiko Ōkami; Satori; Sazae-oni; See-Hear-Speak No Evil; Sessho-seki; Setsubun; Shachihoko; Shapeshifter; Shibaemon-tanuki; Shichinin misaki; Shidaidaka; Shikigami; Shikome; Shinigami; Shiranui; Shirime; Shiryō; Shōjō; Shōkera; Shuihu; Shuten-dōji; Smallpox demon; Sōjōbō; Sorei; Sunekosuri; Suzuka Gozen;

Takaonna; Takarabune; Tamamo-no-Mae; Teke Teke; Tengu; Tenka; Tennin; Tenome; Tentōki and Ryūtōki; Tesso; Three-legged crow also Chinese and Korean; Tōfu-kozō; Toyotama-hime; Tsuchigumo; Tsuchinoko; Tsukumogami; Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto; Tsurara-onna; Tsuru no Ongaeshi; Tsurube-otoshi; Tsurubebi;

Ubagabi; Ubume; Umi zatō; Umibōzu; Ungaikyō; Ushi no toki mairi; Ushi-oni; Uwan;

Waira; Wani; Wanyūdō; Watatsumi;

Yako; Yakusanoikazuchi; Yama-uba; Yamabiko; Yamabito; Yamainu; Yamajijii; Yamata no Orochi; Yamawaro; Yanari; Yashima no Hage-tanuki; Yato-no-kami; Yobuko; Yōkai; Yōsei; Yosuzume; Yotsuya Kaidan; Youkai; Yuki-Onna; Yume no seirei; Yūrei;

Zashiki-warashi; Zennyo Ryūō; Zuijin; Zashiki-warashi

Okinawa

Kijimuna

allegedly Arabic Cinnamologus

Morocco Aisha Qandicha

Mesopotamia Abyzou; Annunaki; Anzû; Ardat-lilî; Beings of Irkalla or Kur; Bull of Heaven; Dagon; Edimmu; Ghosts in Mesopotamian culture; Hanbi; Humbaba; Igigi; Kilili; Kulullû; Kusarikku; Labbu; Lahamu; Lamashtu; Lilin also in Jewish folklore; Lotan; Lugal-irra; Lulal; Mukīl rēš lemutti; Mušḫuššu; Mušmaḫḫū; Namtar; Ninimma; Ninurta; Pazuzu; Rabisu; Scorpion men; Sea goat; Serpopard; Seven-headed serpent; Six-headed Wild Ram; The Four Winds; Tiamat; Udug; Ugallu; Umū dabrūtu; Uridimmu; Urmahlullu; Wild Man, Wild Woman ; Wild Men, Wild Women Enkidu; Zaqar

allegedly Mesopotamian Sirin

Akkadian Abkallu, also Sumerian; Akhkhazu, later Babylonian; Alû also Sumerian, an utukku with no mouth, ears, lips; Asag also Sumerian; Bašmu (possibly other parts of Mesopotamia, but badly attested); Lilu; Ušumgallu

Assyrian Adrammelech killed an Assyrian king; Alal references Babylonians

allegedly Assyrian Aralez in Armenian folklore, Semiramis controls an Aralez

Babylonian Akhkhazu, earlier Akkadian; Alal from Chaldean-Assyrian sources; Kulilu

Sumerian Abkallu, also Akkadian; Al Basty, later also in Turkic traditions; Alû also Akkadian, an utukku with no mouth, ears, lips; Asag also

Akkadian Kuli-ana; Palm Tree King#

Mesopotamian (Other) Atargatis Canaanite goddess; Tannin Canaanite; Yam Canaanite

Buddhism

Acala, Vajrayana Buddhism & East Asian Buddhism; Apalala a naga king; Apsara; Asura; Āṭavaka; Cakrasaṃvara Tantra; Ḍākinī; Diting; Girimekhala; Hayagriva; Heruka; Hevajra; Hungry Ghost; Kalaviṅka; Kangiten Buddhism in Japan; Kṣitigarbha; Kuṇḍali; Mahakala; Mahamayuri; Mahoraga; Manjushrikirti; Mara; Mucalinda; Nariphon; Niō; Preta; Rakta Yamari; The sixteen dreams of King Pasenadi; Trailokyavijaya; Tulpa; Vajrakilaya; Vajrayakṣa; Vemacitrin; Wisdom King; Wrathful deities

Jainism Ambika; Dharanendra; Gomukha; Jwalamalini; Mahoraga; Nabhi; Rishabhanatha

India

Aghasura asura in shape of 8 mile serpent (500 CE to 1000 CE, but most likely between 800 and 1000 CE); Agni_deity; Airavata; Akshayavata tree (estimated between the 4th and 15th century CE. Some parts of the text may be from the 750 to 1000 CE period.); Anasuya; Andhaka asura with 1000 heads 2000 eyes 1000 arms; Angiris; Apsara; Arjuna; Asi; Asura; Bakasura a rakshasa (despite "asura" in the name); Barbarika; Basnak Dau; Bhagadatta; Bhargava; Bhoota; Bhramari; Bhringi; Brahmahatya; Brahmarākṣasaḥ; Buru; Chakora; Chana and Munda; Chaturbhuja; Chedipe; Chidambara Rahasiyam; Chinas; Chir Batti ghost light; Chitrāngada; Chyavana; Creatures from Vetala Tales; Daayan; Daitya; Daksha\; Daksha yajna; Danava; Daruka; Dawon; Devas; Devatas; Durgamasura; Durukti; Dvarapala; Dvipa; Gādhi; Gaja; Gajasimha; Gaṇa; Gandaberunda; Gandharva; Garuda; Ghosayatra Parva; Grahana; Guhyaka; Gusainji Maharaj; Halahala; Hamsa; Haryashvas and Shabalashvas; Hidimba; Hiranyakashipu; Hiranyaksha; Ichchadhari naag; Ila; Ilavida; Ilvala and Vatapi (asura); Iravati; Jahnu; Jarita; Jvarasura; Kabhanda; Kālakeya ; Kālakeyas; Kalanemi (asura); Kalanemi (Ramayana); Kaliya; Kamadhenu; Kamakhya; Ketu; Keukegen; Kimpurushas; Kinnara; Kirmira; Kirtimukha; Koka and Vikoka; Kotavi; Kubera; Kumbhakarna; Kumbhāṇḍa; Kuntilanak ; Kurma; Kuttichathan; Lajjā Gaurī; Mada; Madhu-Kaitabha; Madhusudana; Mahabali; Maharajikas; Mahishasura; Mahoraga; Makara; Manasa_Snake_Goddess; Mānasaputra; Mande Barung; Maṇibhadra; Manohara; Mara_Goddess2 identical name to another death goddess Mara_Goddess (unrelated???); Maricha; Matsya; Mayasura; Monkey-man of New Delhi; Mṛtyu; Mukasura; Naga; Naga fireballs; Naga people; Nagaraja; Naimiṣāraṇya; Nandi; Narakasura; Narantaka-Devantaka; Narasimha Half human / Half Lion --> how Vishnu fulfills a prophecy like Eowyn or MacBeth; Navagunjara; Nivatakavacha; Pahlavas; Panchajanya; Panchamukha; Pichal Peri; Pippalada; Pishachas; Pitr; Poubi Lai; Prahlada; Pratyangira; Puloman; Putana; Rāgarāja; Rākshasas; Raktabīja; Ravana; Rishyasringa; Rukmavati; Samagana; Sampati; Sarama; Sarpa Kavu; Shahmaran Indo-Iranian and Turkic; Shambara; Shankha; Shatarupa; Shesha; Shikhandi; Shukra; Sphinx in a wide sense; Srbinda; Subahu; Sunda and Upasunda; Suparṇākhyāna; Ten Giant Warriors; Tree of Jiva and Atman; Tripurasura; Trishira; Tumburu; Ucchusma; Uchchaihshravas; Ulupi; Upamanyu; Vadavagni; Vahana (Mount of a Deva); Vajranga; Vanara; Varaha; Varahi; Vasuki_Naga_King; Vel; Vetala; Vidyādhara ; Vidyādharas; Viprachitti; Viradha; Vishala; Vritra; Vritra (dragon); Vyaghrapada; World Elephant; World Turtle; Yaksha; Yakshini; Yali; Yama; Yamaduta; Yamantaka

allegedly Indian Abarimon; Acheri; Aeternae; Astomi Pliny the Elder; Bragmanni; Calingae Pliny the Elder; Crocotta; Gold-digging ant; Griffon; Indus worm; Karkadann; Kratu; Mandi; Manticore; Monopod; Nuli; Odontotyrannus; Panther; Pard; Rompo; Salabhanjika; Sciritae; Sharabha; Tandava; Unicorn; Wild Man, Wild Woman ; Wild Men, Wild Women

Ayyavazhi Sect Kroni

Assam Baak

Bengali Bengali myths; Byangoma

Kannada Nale Ba

Kashmir Bramrachokh will-o-wisp; Rantas

Kerala Aana Marutha

Malayalam South India; Kallana

Manipur / Meitei Haosi Namoinu; Helloi; Hingchabi; Kanglā Shā; Kao; Keibu Keioiba; Khoirentak tiger; Khongjomnubi Nonggarol; Lai Khutshangbi; Meitei dragons; Meitei Mythic Creatures; Nongshāba; Pākhangbā; Sagol kāngjei; Samaton; Uchek Langmeitong; Umang Lai Sanamahism; Yenakha Paotapi Sri Lanka; Devil Bird; Maha Sona; Nittaewo; Reeri Yakseya; Sphinx in a wide sense; Tharaka; Yakseya and Yakka

Tamil Mamuni Mayan; Nadi astrology; Tamil myth

Indonesia Babi ngepet; Bukit Timah Monkey Man Singapore; Hainuwele; Hantu; Hantu Air; Hantu Bongkok; Hantu Raya; Hantu Tinggi; Jenglot; Kuntilanak also India; Lang Suir aka Langsuyar; Malay Creatures; Manseren Manggoendi; Nyi Roro Kidul; O Tokata; Orang bunian; Orang Mawas; Orang Minyak; Orang Pendek; Pelesit; Penanggalan similar to Philippines Manananggal; Pocong; Polong; Putri Tangguk; Rangalau Kiulu Phantom; Seri Gumum Dragon; Seri Pahang; Singa; Suanggi; Suangi; Sundel bolong; Tuyul; Warak ngendog

allegedly Malay Á Bao A Qu; Abath

Bali Bhoma; Gajamina; Leyak; Ogoh-ogoh

Flores Ebu gogo

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