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ミニスナックゴールド

ミニスナックゴールドは、日本の製パン会社「山崎製パン」が製造・販売している菓子パンのシリーズです。このシリーズは、小さなサイズの菓子パンで、手軽に食べられることが特徴です。様々な種類があり、チョコレートやクリーム、ジャムなどを使った甘いパンから、ピザやソーセージなどの惣菜系まで、幅広いラインナップが揃っています。ミニスナックゴールドは、その小さくて可愛らしい見た目と、様々な味が楽しめることから、子供から大人まで幅広い世代に人気があります。朝食やおやつ、小腹が空いた時など、様々なシーンで手軽に食べられることから、日本の食卓やコンビニエンスストアでお馴染みの商品となっています。

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[enchantingcreatordeer]

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[rafeslittlepup]

Sexist!Rafe and his friends are watching some sport in the living room and bunny brings in a tray of snacks or drinks for them and sits down next to Rafe and she starts asking questions about the game stuff and the guys just laugh at how clueless she is about it.

— bunnywife!reader interrupting boy zone

the game’s been blasting on the living room TV all afternoon, so loud, aggressive, and completely unintelligible to bunnywife. she’s been floating around the house in her little apron, putting out trays of finger sandwiches and cold beer like the doting hostess she is.

when she walks in, all dolled up with her hair in a bouncy half-up style and the smell of vanilla and sugar trailing behind her, she’s holding a tray with more snacks. homemade cookies, more cold beers, and more mini cucumber sandwiches.

rafe is sprawled on the couch, legs wide, one arm thrown over the backrest like he owns the whole world. he’s surrounded by his stupid friends. they’re all sweaty, red-faced, and yelling at the big screen like they’re actually on the field.

she gently places the tray on the coffee table, smoothing her skirt as she sits delicately beside rafe. she asks in her sweet little voice, “so… who’s the one in the red again? the quarterback?”

there’s a pause.

“jesus christ, rafe” one of them says grinning, “she’s adorable but she doesn’t know anything, huh?”

“she’s trying, alright?” rafe drawls, slipping his arm around her waist and tugging her in like a trophy. “bless her heart.”

she just blinks up at him, lips parted like she’s trying so hard to follow, but clearly has no idea what’s going on.

“she thought the referee was the coach,” another guy chokes out between laughs.

rafe chuckles low in his throat and pinches her chin between his fingers affectionately. “nah, don’t worry, sweetheart. you just keep makin’ those little cookies… leave the sports to men.”

and bunnywife, so obedient and clueless beams... “okay, rafey!”

[rafeslvbug]

florida kilos!reader thinking that what rafe buys is only rafes not theirs, like hell do the biggest grocery shop with all the snacks in the world and still won’t have any without his permission, and rafe won’t realize till he hears her tummy rumbling or something

yes! yes! i absolutely love this…

…because rafe thinks it’s all good once he’s told you that his money is yours, he thinks you get it now. only you don’t. rafe chose to spend that money on you that day, and now you’re unsure as to whether that was a one time thing. still too scared to wander into random rooms of his house without checking first, staying in your bedroom and going wherever rafe is.

rafe came home that morning, loading in grocery bags after grocery bags, filled with shit you’ve never even seen before and only on barry’s glitchy tv, muttering, “go back upstairs, don’t worry ‘bout this.” you complied so easily, believing that rafe didn’t want you handling the food he bought for himself. in reality, he just didn’t want you to feel like you had to help out, or wake up early to deal with this - he was taking care of you.

but nonetheless, you sit in your bedroom the rest of the day, only going downstairs once when you needed water. rafe had been in and out of meetings, his dishes washed already from what you presumed was his quick lunch. there was a row of bottles in the fridge, but you shut that, knowing rafe probably had some use for it, and thinking he wouldn’t want you to drink his stuff. so you took a glass from the cabinets instead, filling it in the tap and sipping on it. then rinsing it out immediately, drying it and putting it back where it belonged before returning to the perfectly decorated room he had gifted you.

later, when he’s out of his meeting, him knocking on the door startles you while your curled onto the bed, folding at the pages of a book you had. he gives you a little smile when he sits down on the edge, hand wrapped around your socked foot and tugging you closer to him. shifting to situate yourself next to him, knees tucked together and practically on his lap, you bite the inside of your cheek. you’re trying to distract yourself from the growing hunger inside your stomach.

“you okay?” he asks, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger and tucking it behind your ear when you nod. lies. you’re starving, and you’d know what it feels like. you’ve been hungry before, but that was when you knew you couldn’t eat anything even if you wanted to. now was the same, but downstairs was like a mini mart in his kitchen, and you desperately wanted to try everything there. but you couldn’t, so instead you settled for biting your cheek raw.

“sorry, i was so busy-” he begins, voice soft but cut abruptly by the low growl in your stomach. your eyes widen ever so slightly, trying to brush it off as you stare at rafe like nothing happened, but his brows are already pinched. “you hungry?” he asks, hand splayed over your knees, thumb rubbing small circles into the cold skin.

“no, i’m not, i don’t know why that happened..” you say, albeit unconvincingly because rafe lifts his eyebrow, turning to face you even more.

“what’d you have for lunch?” he questions, like a man who already knows the answer and is about to scold you for it. the concern is so foreign, you were used to being yelled at for eating the food back at home, but this looked like it was taking a turn you’d never experienced.

hardly remembering what food rafe had bought before you went upstairs, you stuttered, enough for rafe to know that you hadn’t eaten anything. “fuck, baby, you haven’t had anything?” he doesn’t even wait for your response before he’s leading you by the hand downstairs, to the kitchen.

he leaves you to sit by the stools, ruffling through each drawer, the fridge and freezer before he turns to you and asks, “what d’you wanna eat? i didn’t know what you wanted, so i bought a ton of shit, thought you’d eat it.” he scratches the back of his neck, and you bite your lip, shrugging a little bit.

“uhm, i’ll just eat anything..” you murmur, and rafe nods, fixing you up a burger. when you start eating, satiating the hunger that inspired stomach cramps to plague your body, rafe leant on the counter infront of you.

“why didn’t you eat?” he asks, gaze careful as he watches you eat, like he’s trying to make sure you’re actually swallowing.

“i don’t know..i didn’t think i was meant to,” you whisper, taking another mouthful to escape answering more questions.

“weren’t meant to?” he repeats, bewildered, but keeping himself calm to the best of his ability. rafe’s not trying to startle or scare you. god knows you’ve had enough of that. “baby..eat anything you want, whenever you want. go wherever you want, do whatever you want. okay? i said this before, i’m saying it again, what’s mine is yours. you got it?” he holds your gaze, dipping his head to catch it when it tries to evade him. silence is strung on a tight line, fraying in the middle, about to snap at any moment before you finally nod.

“good, now d’you like marshmallows? barry told me you did, and i bought shit ton of ‘em.”

(this isn’t proofread so forgive me if it’s actually terrible!)

[muniimyg]

ALL AT ONCE // JJK

seven moments later

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jungkook confesses and you're in denial

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pairings: unhinged jungkook + shy oc

au/genre:

uni au

friends to lovers

fluff & crack / smut (x) & angst if u squint

mini series

parts:

1: the confession

2: the avoiding

3: the favourite snacks

4: the cold

5: the oblivious (x)

6: the madness

7: the yes or no

end.

+ prologue

+ 3: msgs

+ 5: msgs

+ 6: msgs

+ 7: msgs

[luvsupa]

‘SHE’S BUSY.’

tags: roommate! choso x fem!reader, choso has a tongue piercing, smut, ōral (f. receiving), choso is needy at the end, mdni.

a/n: the way this was supposed to be a short hc… w.c: 1.2k

+ likes and reblogs are appreciated 💜

roommate!choso who is madly in love with you but never wants to tell you because he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship you have.

roommate!choso who goes absolutely feral when he sees you dressing up to go on a… date?

“oh,” choso says, defeated, as you mention you’re going on a date with some guy you met through a mutual friend.

“do you think this is fine, cho’?” you ask, giving him a twirl of the dress that nicely hugs your figure. choso gulps at how stunning you look, feeling his heart beat faster.

“yeah, you look really good,” he says, continuing to eye you. oh, how he would treat you much better than that guy.

“i’ll show you the other dress- i can’t decide,” you say, returning to your room and shutting the door to switch between dresses.

roommate!choso who sits patiently in the living room, waiting to see your other outfit. should he make you show up late to the date or—

ding!

choso’s attention shifts to your phone that lit up twice. he wants to look so badly at the text but doesn’t want to invade your privacy, but—

ding!

choso looks around his surroundings as he picks up your phone to see the texts. he feels even more upset when he sees you saved the guy’s contact name as ‘j♡.’

‘ima call u’

just as choso finishes reading the message, you get an incoming call from him, and choso nearly panics. but he starts thinking about how badly he wants you to himself. he answers.

“hey beautiful, i—”

“sorry bro, she’s busy.” choso calmly says as he ends the call.

roommate!choso who knocks at your door as you’re still getting dressed to break the news to you, telling you that your date was spam calling to the point choso had to answer and said, “he canceled last minute.” you didn’t question choso because you knew you could trust him. little did you know…

roommate!choso who comforts you as you feel sad that he flaked on you. choso prepares a mini movie night, getting your favorite snacks and drinks while playing your all-time favorite movie. he makes sure you’re comfortable as he holds you tight in his arms on the couch as you lay on his chest.

“cho,” you say as he continues to rub your head, almost making you sleepy. he hums, “did you lie about him canceling?” you ask, feeling his heart beat quicken.

“yeah…” he says, not having any excuses as you giggle at his honesty.

“do you have feelings for me—”

“so fuckin’ bad,” he quickly answers as you both rise from your position, looking into his pretty brown eyes. at this point, the movie is just background noise as you two forget about it.

“do you want me?” you purr, and he nods rapidly, already getting up from the couch as he drops to his knees, parting your legs to make room for his broad figure.

you stare down at him as he pulls down your pajama shorts and panties, lifting your hips as he quickly throws them behind him. your legs are spread wide, resting on his shoulders, giving him full access.

choso moans as he sees your pretty cunt, giving your folds soft kisses. he’s about to lose his mind as his filthy dreams finally become reality.

you’re growing impatient as he’s basically teasing you, taking his time when you need him now. you tug at his silky hair, pulling it up to make him look at you. “cho—i need you,” you desperately say, and he feels himself grow hard at your neediness.

he doesn’t waste any more time as he dives into your cunt. your whole body jerks forward when you not only feel his tongue enter you but also the metal piercing on his tongue. the cold ball unexpectedly adds more stimulation, making you squirm as he snakes his arms around your thighs to keep you in place, growling into your cunt.

he brings one of his hands to your achy clit, rubbing tiny circles as you arch your back from the couch, moaning loudly from the double stimulation. it’s so fucking messy as choso loudly slurps your arousal, drool mixed with your juices coating his mouth and chin.

“f-fuck, cho, ’s too much,” you shakily say as he pulls away, arousal dripping from his chin as he looks up at you, his expression drunk on you. you unconsciously buck your hips closer to his face, wanting more as he chuckles darkly at your desperation.

he stares at your wet heat and slaps your cunt. your body jolts at the feeling as he repeatedly does it, hypnotized by the way your hole clenches at nothing. choso is starting to lose all sanity as your juices splatter all over his face and the couch. oh, how filthy this was.

“so fuckin’ good, baby, y-you’re so good,” he whines as he lays his tongue flat on your clit, your mind buzzing at the cold metallic ball. choso sucks hard on your clit, the piercing making you cry out in pleasure as it drives you to ecstasy. he slips two fingers deep into your pussy, knuckles deep as he curls them, thrusting in and out, loud squelches of your sloppy cunt echoing in your ears.

you’re already dumb from the intense simulation—the metal ball, his long fingers, his tongue. oh, how he loves your facial expression.

your legs begins to shake uncontrollably, feeling intense waves of your orgasm approaching rapidly as you shudder at the foreign feeling.

“‘m so c-close, cho,” you sob, tears streaming down your face as choso sucks harder at your clit. at this point, he doesn’t hear anything you say—he’s so caught up in his own head, only wanting to pleasure you, forgetting about his raging hard-on pulsating within his briefs.

your orgasm comes intensely as you feel yourself gushing arousal all over his face and the couch. your legs shake rapidly as you continuously spray his face. your vision is blurred as tears flood your eyes, crying out as your climax takes over you.

choso, on the other hand, kneels there, face covered in your cum, everything messy and lewd as his face and your cunt glisten in your arousal. fuckkkk, he thinks as he loses his mind.

“f-fuck, you’re a squirter,” choso moans as he watches your cum dribble down, leaving a pool of your mess soaking into the couch. “mmh, my pretty boy,” you manage to say as you bring a hand to pet his damp messy hair. but choso cannot seem to take his eyes off your sloppy cunt.

after a short tug, he finally looks up at you, quickly rising and smashing his lips onto yours, twirling his tongue around yours as you wrap your legs around his body, grinding his bulge against your bare cunt. you moan into his mouth at the friction, messily making out, tasting yourself on his tongue, your arousal from his face smothering onto yours.

“mhm, i-i’m your pretty boy,” he says as he pulls away from the kiss, looking at you, his face hazy from eating you out. “c-call me your pretty boy again,” he whines, blushing at the thought of being yours.

“my pretty boy—”

you’re interrupted as you hear your phone loudly ring and vibrate beside you. you both groan at the caller id: ‘j♡.’

roommate!choso who sends ‘j♡’ a selfie of both your fucked-out expressions, followed by text,

‘i told u she was busy.’

[nottsbabe]

My Girl

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader Summary; Cedric Diggory tries to take a drunken y/n home after a party, but best friend Theo comes to the rescue Warnings; Underage drinking, smoking, Cedric being a bit of a perv, kissing, cursing. Let me know if i missed anything <3 Word count; 1093

The Hufflepuffs were throwing a year end party that all the other houses would attend to. It was unusual for the Slytherins to appear at parties other houses threw, but tonight was an exception.

Y/n had begged everyone to go with her, lot of her friends were Hufflepuffs. Theo was hesitant. He never left y/n alone, always tailing behind you, leaving the room when you left, leaving his class early to wait for you to get done with yours when you had separate studies.

When you asked him to go, you pulled your lips into a pout, and frowned. He soon gave in and agreed to go to the party with you, how could he say no to his favorite girl? When Theo decided to go it was only natural that the others in the friend group went as well, it was known you guys moved together.

You arrived a few hours after it had already started, being fashionably late. Since you came so late most people were already drinking or drunk. As soon as you stepped into the Hufflepuff common room, the spell of alcohol, and cigarettes met your senses.

The music was loud, the drinks were cold, and the room was hot. You truly were thriving, a cup of god knows what in one hand and a cigar in the other. You and pansy were in the middle of the room dancing to one of your favorite songs, blissfully unaware of what was going on around you.

If you were less drunk and more cautious of your surroundings, you would have noticed Cedric and all his buddies eyeing your mini black dress, but you wouldn't have cared anyway.

Theo and Mattheo were sitting on a couch off to the side, smoking, drinking, and chatting. Theo hated leaving you alone, especially at a party but Mattheo and Blaise had persuaded him to leave you alone and join them for a smoke.

That didn't stop him however, from glancing at you every few minutes to make sure you were ok and still standing, considering you had drunken multiple beers and taken 3 shots in the last hour.

After about 30 minutes of you and Pansy dancing together, you made your way over to the snack table. You picked up a celery piece nibbling on it before handing it to Pansy to finish. You feel cold hands grab onto your shoulder turning you around.

"I like your dress." Cedric said with a smirk, his eyes meeting yours. You eyed him then turned around reaching for another cup of "punch"

Cedric took it out of your hands putting it on a higher shelf, way higher than you could reach. "No, no." He tutted. "You've had way too much of this. I think it's best if you come upstairs with me." With that, he wrapped his arms around your waist practically dragging you up the staircase.

Theo lazily glanced back over to where you and Pansy had been dancing, expecting to see you laughing and holding each other up on the dance floor. Instead he saw a group of sweaty 6th years dancing in your place. Theo immediately shot up, his eyes scanning the part of the common room in sight.

He quickly took a lap around the common room before running into a very drunk Pansy. "Where the fuck is she!" He yelled over the booming music. "Wheres who?" Pansy slurred out as she was dancing with some guy from Ravenclaw.

"You fucking know who!" He yelled even louder than before. "OHHH... she went upstairs with Diggory!" Pansy chuckled. "Probably to go fuck!" She said before falling over completely.

Theodore slowly turned, walking towards the stairs with a small grin of disbelief on his face. He discarded his almost finished cigarette by tossing it on the floor and stomping it out with his shoe before starting up the stairs.

He arrives at Cedric's door, with a murderous look on his face. He pulls out his wand and curses the door open in a second. Theo walked in on Cedric atop your lifeless body kissing the exposed skin on your chest. You had given up fighting back awhile ago, do to the alcohol taking over your body.

Theo stomped over to your lifeless form, pushing Cedric off and pulling you up throwing you over his shoulder. "I'll deal with you later." He said through gritted teeth. "Your not ever gonna touch her again, understand?" Theo waited for Cedric's meek response before he angrily stormed out.

He walked the way back to his dorm with you swaying over his shoulder, ignoring his friends pleas to stay and party for just a little longer. When he arrived back to his dorm, he set you down on his bed pulling your shoes off pushing your hips down when you squirmed, trying to get more comfortable.

Once your shoes were off he walked over to his dresser grabbing one of his shirts and some of your panties you kept at his place for when you had sleepovers together. He walked back over to you sitting you up and pulling your dress over your shoulders. You winced at the cold, you had chosen not to wear a bra or underwear, hoping that you would get "lucky"

Theo sighed not taking his eyes off your goose-bumped body. "fottuta puttana." He hissed as he rolled his eyes. He slipped his shirt over you trembling form, he then pulled you up and put your panties on for you. Theo had seen you naked before, but this time was different. You were his, and his only.

After getting you situated in bed, he went to change, coming back only after a minute. He didn't want to leave you alone any more after what happened that night. He climbed in bed next to you, gently pulling you on top of him. You subconsciously lift your hands up and lay them on your chest, babbling incoherently. He moved his hand up your shirt rubbing your back while you try to form words.

You quiet down and your breath evens out, drool forming at your parted lips. He looks down at you, a smile forming on his face.

"Your my girl you know that?" He says laughing as you sloppily nod your head and babble some more. His hand moves up to stroke your hair, making you coo softly. "Love you, pretty baby." He says kissing the top of your head. "Love you too." you finally manage to say nuzzling your face deeper into his chest.

NOT PROOFREAD ! ! !

[sturniphone]

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . introducing:

; ⌗ dealer!chris && bambi!reader﹒🍥 ⸝⸝

Chris is the guy everyone wants: hoodie up, eyes sharp, always smelling like weed and cash. Bambi is the girl everyone stares at—tiny dresses, glitter lip gloss, and a pink bunny plush peeking from her purse. They shouldn’t work; he’s cold and careless, and she’s all feelings and tears, but they orbit each other like gravity. He sells, she sulks, they argue in his car and make up in the backseat. No matter how much they fight, he always comes back with her favourite snacks and mumbles, ❝Don’t cry, baby. You know you’re mine.❞

Bambi cries a lot. Because he was mean. Because he didn’t answer. Because her bunny plush dropped on the floor. Chris used to lose it, but now? He sighs, rolls his eyes, and wipes her tears with his sleeve. ❝You done?❞ He’ll mutter but pulls her into his lap anyway. She’s dramatic, pouty, and painfully cute, always climbing into his lap like she belongs there (she does). Her world feels too loud without him, and when she sniffles, ❝I just want to be near you,❞ he holds her tighter and whispers, ❝Then stay forever, yeah?❞

She doesn’t know how to lie or pretend to be cool. She needs love in excess, melts under praise, and her voice cracks when she says, ❝You’re not going to leave me, right?❞ She’s impossible not to spoil. Chris never even tries to stop himself.

At parties, she’s the quietest one in the loudest outfit. Pink fishnets, a leopard mini skirt, hair ribbons, and lip gloss too sparkly to be real. Everyone watches her, but she never flirts back; she just blinks her big Bambi eyes and hides behind Chris like, ❝Why’s he looking at me?❞ He eats it up. Puts a possessive hand on her thigh, tells people, ❝She’s off-limits. Look again and I’ll break your jaw.❞ She giggles, kisses his cheek, and whispers something filthy only he gets to hear.

They fight way too often—she’s clingy, he’s cold, and both of them have tempers. But the love is insane. Chris could be mid-deal, yelling at someone, and if she texts ❝I’m sad,❞ he’s ghosting the guy and driving to her with a blunt and a cupcake. She’ll scream at him for forgetting to text and then, two minutes later, be crying in his arms while he kisses her forehead. It’s not perfect—but they don’t want anyone else. ❝You drive me fuckin’ crazy,❞ he mutters. ❝Yeah? Well, you love me.❞ He does. More than anything.

Chris acts like he doesn’t care about pictures, but his lock screen is a blurry photo of Bambi asleep with her bunny, drooling on his hoodie. He tells everyone it’s just ’cause she looks dumb. The truth is, he checks it a hundred times a day just to see her face.

They’re obsessed with each other. Like gross, horny, can’t-keep-their-hands-off-each-other obsessed. Quickies in his car, her moaning his name into her bunny plush, his chain hitting her chest while he tells her, ❝You love when I ruin you, don’t you, Bambi?❞ But it’s not just sex. It’s post-party bath time with her in his shirt. It’s him doing her lip liner while she sits in his lap. It’s her tracing his face and whispering, ❝You’re safe with me.❞ Freaks, yes. But freaks who are endgame. Forever, no matter how loud or messy or filthy it gets.

what to expect?

So yeah, basically everything for them. I’m obsessed. I’d love little texts or blurbs for them, especially since they fight a lot and she’s always texting him like, “I’m sad, come over and cuddle me.” Definitely need smut too because, let’s be honest… they’re total freaks. But also fluff and angst, of course—they’re messy but madly in love. I actually have a moodboard for her saved in my drafts if you guys are into it?? please asks and questions about them !!

@chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris @mattslutt @sophand4n4 @mattscoquette @mi-co-uk @tezzzzzzzz @emely9274 @oopsiedaisydeer

[daydreamgoddess14]

Lunch

Did someone say accidental mini series? 🙈

You all liked Breakfast so much, I thought I'd make you some Lunch too. Hope you're hungry!

The Menu Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Word Count: about 1.5k

Thunderbolts* (platonic for now) x F!Reader, no warnings, just some domestic sweetness. Bucky x F!Reader if you squint. It's still brewing.

They were never really around for lunch. It was your prep time, organising. Quiet. You couldn't decide if you liked it better that way. You made meals to reheat and they helped themselves. It was getting to the stage where, with a fully stocked kitchen and batch cooking, you had more and more downtime. Valentina had requested your exclusivity, so taking on other clients was out of the question. You peered through the glass door of the oven and willed yourself to wait a little longer. Not quite yet.

“What's cooking?”

“Pie.”

“Smells done.”

“Uhuh, not yet it's not.”

“Sure? I think I can smell burning -”

“It's not burning.”

“What's burning?”

“The pie.”

“Nothing is burning, John. Bucky just thinks he's the next Top Chef.”

The timer dinged and you checked through the glass again.

“You gonna take that out?”

“Patience, Barnes.” You counted to 20 and opened the oven, pulling out a beautiful, golden topped pie.

“That looks…”

“Perfect.” You smiled happily.

“Amazing,” John grinned. After everyone’s initial trepidation, it became very clear that the way to a Thunderbolt’s heart was very much through their stomach. You’d been given limited information on their backgrounds - some were more infamous than others - but you could tell immediately that hot, homemade meals had been in very short supply for all of them.

They all seemed to have their favourite times of day to pay you a visit. Bob was usually up first and watching you make stacks of pancakes for breakfast, Ava came hunting for snacks mid-morning. By lunchtime, John was always starving and vocal about it. Yelena liked something sweet in the afternoons, and Alexei began hovering anytime after 5pm, heavily anticipating what was on the menu for dinner.

Bucky seemed to have no specific time.

Some days he wandered through just as you were packing things away. Other times he showed up before anything had even made it into the oven. He never asked for anything, not like the others - just leaned against the counter and observed. Quiet. Watchful. Not unfriendly, but unreadable.

At first, you thought he was just keeping an eye on things. Habit. Distrust. You didn’t blame him - it was clear none of them were used to softness.

But then you started noticing the patterns. How he always lingered just a little longer than he needed to. How his eyes flicked toward your hands when you were kneading dough or slicing fruit, like he was cataloguing the motion.

How, every once in a while, he’d pass you a fresh towel without being asked. Or wordlessly refill your water glass. Or sit with a cup of coffee, hours old and probably cold - just to stay in the kitchen a little longer while you worked.

You hadn’t expected that.

You weren’t sure what to do with it.

“You, uhh, cutting that now?” John asked hopefully.

“Don't you want lunch first?” You asked, looking at the pile of bagels you'd already prepared.

“Oh yeah. Didn't see those,” he said sheepishly, “what's in the pie?”

“Plums,” you told him, holding up your purple stained fingers.

Bucky looked up at you, at the deep purple that had seeped into your skin, then back at the pie.

“Tell you what,” you continued talking to John. “Have lunch while this cools a little and I'll whip up some cream and a sauce.”

Like a kid, he fist pumped the air and darted off to find the others.

You could feel that Bucky wanted to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he watched you take out the tupperware of chopped plums from the fridge and tip them into a pan. You poured sugar over them and stirred the sticky, sweet mixture. Across the counter, he inhaled. The scent of sugar cooking and plums filled the kitchen.

The others started wandering in, taking plates and arguing over bagel fillings. Yelena came around to you at the stovetop and wrapped her arms around you.

“Thank you,” she murmured, squeezing so hard you thought she was trying to practice her heimlich manoeuvre. She peered into the pan. “Plums?”

“To go with the pie.”

“Bucky's favourite, again,” she grumbled.

“And I'll make your favourite next.”

“The cake? With the -”

“Chocolate in the middle. Yep, I know.”

She nudged you gently with her shoulder.

“Favouritism,” she warned, shooting a glance at Bucky.

“Not from me there isn't.” You challenged.

“Sure, sure,” she smirked and rolled her eyes, moving around to where Bucky was sitting. “Cookies, that pizza with the really thin crust… Not your favourites at all, right, Barnes?”

“Pretty sure everyone likes those, Lena.” He shrugged.

She looked at you, then back at him.

“Hmm. I'm watching you.” She warned. Then, “Alexei, no! That one's mine!”

“Snooze you lose!” He laughed loudly, leaving Yelena chasing after him for the last Swiss cheese bagel.

Bucky put the last two on plates, and pushed one in your direction.

Like vultures, they started circling. Bringing their plates to the dishwasher and hovering while you whipped cream in a glass bowl. Bucky came around the counter, reloaded the dishwasher correctly, and then took the bowl and whisk from your hands.

“I can do that,” you insisted. He flexed his hand, the dark vibranium catching the light.

“I can do it faster.”

“I'm quickly discovering that patience is a virtue you don't possess,” you laughed, taking out a huge knife from the drawer.

“Watch what you're doing with that thing.”

“You watch what you're doing. Don't over whip that.”

“Yes ma'am,” he grinned.

“I watch this show all day,” Alexei beamed, looking between you both.

You tore your eyes from Bucky and focused on the pie, cutting neatly through the centre, then turning the stand and cutting again, and again, into equal slices. Ava passed you the first plate and you used the flat of the knife to lift the slice from the rest of the pie.

It was glorious. Deep purple, filled to the brim and covered with golden sponge and surrounded by rich, crumbly pastry. You placed it gently on the plate.

John sighed, “goddamn that looks -”

“So good. Shotgun first slice!”

“Lena! I should get first slice!” Alexei complained.

You leaned over to look at the cream Bucky was still whisking, “you can stop now. Thank you.” You swapped the plate for the bowl and dolloped a spoon of cream on top of the pie, followed by a drizzle of the jammy, sweet sauce.

You looked at the assembled group, at lovely Bob who hadn't once argued over who was first, who was better, and you handed him the plate.

“Thanks!”

“Not fair.”

“He's literally the only one who never argues about food. Except Bucky, I guess, but then that would be favouritism, wouldn't it, Yelena?” You arched your eyebrow.

They stopped complaining once they all had a plate in hand.

“I marry the pie.”

“This is heaven.”

“I can marry you?”

“No thanks, Alexei. I'm taken.”

“I'll convince you. You'll see.”

No one else was listening to Alexei. All eyes had turned to Bucky who didn't look up from his plate.

Yelena clicked her tongue, “s'good pie,” she said slowly, as if waiting for someone, anyone to make eye contact with her. Eventually, Ava did. She tilted her head marginally in your direction and then flicked her eyes to Bucky. Ava shrugged.

They finished the pie and filtered away to enjoy what remained of their day off.

You grabbed your tote bag and keys, calling out, “I’m running to the store - text me if you need anything.”

“You have her number?” Bucky asked no one in particular.

“You don't?” Ava asked, surprised. He didn't answer. Only the low hum of the dishwasher and the quiet clink of dishes settling as they cooled filled the kitchen. The tower felt still, peaceful, for once.

You were gone for over an hour.

The store turned into the producers market turned into the bodega that somehow imported your favourite olives.

When you pushed the door open, he was there. Bucky, fork in one hand, pie plate in the other, standing barefoot in the kitchen like a man caught red-handed. He froze, mouth full, guilty as hell.

You stopped in the doorway, raised an eyebrow. “Second slice?”

He swallowed, slowly. “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”

You walked over, set your bag on the counter. “That was my slice.”

He looked guiltily at the pie. “You didn’t have one?”

“I was waiting.”

He hesitated, then held out the plate like a peace offering. “We could share?”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “Only if I get the bigger half.”

He sighed. “Deal.”

You leaned side by side at the counter, passing the fork back and forth, the pie disappearing in easy silence.

He cleared his throat, voice low. “What you said to Alexei earlier… was that real?”

“What, when he proposed to me over pie?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Well -” You paused, then shrugged. “Well no, actually. Saying no is still taking some getting used to. It's… recent.”

“Oh.” He looked down. “Sorry.”

You took the plate from his hand and stole the last bite. “I'm not.”

Please note, may contain sugar. Don't forget to tip your hostess with reblogs and ALWAYS ask for second helpings!

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[luveline]

also if you’re still taking requests for some established relationship criminal minds fics…

could i possibly get spencer and his bombshell when she’s having issues with not getting as hungry as she usually does? like she eats her fill but her fill is less food than she normally eats? this is very self indulgent so feel free to skip 🙏

thank you for requesting <3 bombshell, fem

“Spencer, lovely?” 

Spencer believes that only occasionally do you use your powers of seduction against him. This stringing of words, Spencer, his name, rolling off of your tongue, and lovely, so quaint and said so nicely, how you’ve called out, that’s unintentional. That’s pure niceness. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, getting up to find you. 

The point of you staying at Spencer’s apartment is to see you, why isn’t he seeing you? (Dramatic. He invites you to spend time here because you want to and he wants you, and whatever you do while you’re here is fine by him.) 

You’re in the kitchen peeling fruits. A whole fruit salad, green and red apples cut in small slices like prep for an apple-sugar crumble, peeled tangerine, strawberries, pear, grapes. “Nothing is wrong,” you sing-song. “Wait, why do you think that?” 

“No reason.” He sweeps as much of your mountain of peels and off cuts into his hand as he can and carries it to his mini compost bin. This’ll take some time. “You did call me, though?” 

“Yeah, I want your opinion.” You slice through another strawberry.

Spencer cleans the last of the peels away, rinses his hands, and creeps up on you. “Why are you drawing this out? Is it an important question? Don’t be nervous,” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Your shoulder is soft where he presses his nose. 

“It’s not important, I just wanna know if you think it’s okay to melt some chocolate and drizzle it over the fruit. Is that greedy? Am I gonna go into a sugar overload?” 

“That’s not greedy.” Spencer laughs softly, kissing your cheek. 

You pull away from him, but only to look at him with your own smile. It’s one he’s starting to know rather well, the I love you smile, fond and indulgent at once. It makes you look like you’re gonna pinch his cheeks. 

“You’re hungry, right?” you ask. 

“Yeah, I am.” It’s a lot of fruit. Spencer doesn’t know exactly why he says it at that very moment, but he suggests, “How about we make a little pot for fondue instead. That way if we don’t eat it all now we can put the fruit back in the fridge.” 

“You just want me to feed you,” you tease. 

Spencer hadn’t thought about it, but the image is a pleasant one. “Fondue was invented purely for dessert purposes at first, no seduction involved.” 

“Let’s involve it anyway.” 

He grins. “Before or after we eat?” he asks lightly. 

You tell him before in a way that reminds him that you aren’t just his best friend but his twin flame, drawing him close to you, your hands fragrant with orange rind and the sweet strawberry juice staining your fingertips. You take his face into your hands as he holds your waist, and when you kiss him, he smiles the entire time. 

“It wasn’t just chocolate,” he says, pulling away. “It was cream and cherry liquor, too.” 

“We should try it one day.” 

Spencer resists the urge to grab your face and squeeze your cheeks. “Yeah, we will.” 

He melts some chocolate and heats a small round dish in the oven. He pours the chocolate into the dish and you, impressed, sing his praises as you make some lemonade slush in the blender. It’s a fresh, cold snack for a warmer day. You take it in the living room with the window wide open and the drapes drawn back, sunshine at your feet. 

Spencer pulls you into his lap as much as you’ll allow him on the couch, the coffee table dragged to be in front of you, the TV remote held hostage under your arm. You dip a slice of apple into chocolate and offer it to him.

Spencer accepts it. He finds, as the bowl empties, the chocolate cools, that you don’t seem to eat very much. He slows his grazing in case he’s being greedy, but after what could only be a handful of fruit you’re done, curling into his side and hugging his leg. Your attention is on the TV but your legs wiggle restlessly.

“Is something on your mind?” he asks. 

“I don’t feel very hungry.” 

“That’s okay. It was a lot of fruit, angel, we can wrap it up.” 

“I feel like my appetite is awful lately,” you lament, sitting up to tip back across his lap, your shoulders to his thighs, looking up at him with a frown. “Do I look like I’ve lost weight to you?” 

Spencer holds your cheek. “I haven’t noticed anything, are you worried?” he asks, rubbing the softest part of your cheek with his thumb. 

“I guess it’s not a bad thing?” You wince. 

“It’s not a bad thing if you don’t feel hungry, but you need to eat. Maybe we can just switch to some dense food for a while. Protein bars and nuts, stuff like that.” Spencer leans down to tap your noses together. You laugh under your breath. “Do you want to lose weight?” he asks, frowning. 

“Not really. I’d prefer not to.” 

“Okay, good. You’re perfect like this,” he says. “We can just make sure you get your intake through whatever means necessary until we figure out what’s changed. Maybe you’re just changing. We can start having smaller meals throughout the day. It’s better for digestion.” 

You reach for a curl, twisting it around your fingers. “I have an appetite for you, at least.” 

“That’s corny,” he says. 

“You love it, though.” 

Spencer pushes the ‘diminishing appetite’ search results from his head. He can worry later, when you’ve been well and thoroughly kissed. 

[mister0ctopus]

Server Room (5)

series - jeon jungkook

Pairings: IT!JK x Reader

Summary:  Your new IT guy is quiet and shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room, while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didn’t see that, right?

Ratings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents

Au/Genre: Office au, Mini Series

Word Count: 4.8K

a/n: we’re back, baby!! lol🥳 sooo sorry for the delay, but we’re picking things up from here on out. thanks for waiting! hope you enjoy this chapter! and pleaaaseee drop your thoughts, feedback, ideas, anything hehe, whatever’s on your mind! hearing from you is the BEST part of this whole journey. i love reading your thoughts, my dear fwendsss!! 🤍✨

🐙 Masterlist / Thoughts?Asks?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6

Fuck, you’re wet.

Your feet, obviously—soaking and ice-cold. And then there’s the tapping on the window.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Like when you were a kid, sitting in an exam hall, drumming your pen against the desk. Your mind blank, and the answers wouldn't come, even though you’d studied all night.

Failure looming.

At the test. At being a daughter.

You hate that sound. That insufferable, rhythmic tapping.

And it’s getting closer.

And louder.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You wake up.

Your eyes blink against the darkness, adjusting slowly. The room is quiet, except for the steady, insistent rain. Moonlight spills through the window, drawing your gaze to the slight opening.

Oh. That’s why….

The rain has slipped in, dampening the edge of your bed.

You sit up quickly, shivering as you get up from bed, feet meeting the cool floor. The window creaks as you close it gently until you hear a soft click. You rub your arms for warmth as you switch on the night lamp. And that’s when you notice her—Allie, curled comfortably under blankets on her bed, snoring softly.

Wait… when did she get here?

Everyone was in the cottage when you left for the cabin to shower. And then, well… you passed out after coming too hard.

Your gaze flickers to the brush on your bed, and your cheeks flush.

How long have you been asleep?

You press your fingers against your temples, trying to piece things together. The cabin is now still—no voices, no laughter, no footsteps. A stark contrast to the chaos and loudness from your drunk friends earlier. 

Just rain. Just the lake, its waves lapping softly against the shore.

Then, the ache in your stomach makes itself known. 

Right. 

You barely ate at dinner, thinking you’d feast later while hanging out. But you didn’t—because you had… other things to take care of.

You glance down—oversized shirt, bare legs, only your panties.

With a sigh, you grab your pajama shorts, slip them on and head for the kitchen to hunt for food. 

The kitchen downstairs awaits, and right now, food is the only thing that matters.

The kitchen light is on when you step downstairs, casting a soft glow over the quiet house. The scent of perilla oil lingers in the air, minty, fresh, and inviting. Someone else is awake—someone who shares your late-night hunger.

You nearly stop, nearly, when you see who it is.

Jungkook.

He’s caught up in his own world, standing by the counter in the center of the kitchen, in matching brown short-sleeved pajamas. You can tell he was almost ready for bed before deciding on a midnight snack. He’s carefully separating the egg yolk from the whites, his teeth catching his bottom lip in concentration. You can’t help but snicker.

His head snaps up, eyes widening. He clearly wasn’t expecting you.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he states the obvious.

“Yeah, I got hungry,” you murmur, stepping off the last few stairs. Your feet are light against the floor as you move toward the counter, pretending not to notice the way he watches you approach.

“I’m making Makguksu Noodles. Wanna try?” he asks, wiping yolk from his fingers.

Your throat tightens as you watch the glossy residue of the egg whites coat his long fingers while he separates the yolk.

You don’t realize you haven’t answered until he’s already plating two portions. That’s when you notice—his pajamas are slightly sheer, just enough for you to see the black boxer shorts underneath. 

He glances at you just as you lower yourself onto the stool and the two of you move in silence. Him focused on mixing the noodles in the bowl, and you focused on not letting your eyes linger on how his shirt stretches over his muscles with every movement.

When the food is ready, he slides a plate toward you. You both eat quietly. Aside from a few stolen glances, you’re still groggy from your unexpectedly heavy nap. 

You don’t even realize you’ve been zoning out until Jungkook has to repeat himself. “Did you seriously nap that long?” he teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Yeah…” You blink, forcing yourself back to the present. “Didn’t even realize I fell asleep after showering. I was gonna head back to the cottage, but everyone was already sleeping when I woke up.”

Jungkook hums, his smirk still present, but his eyes stay locked on his empty plate, as if deliberating something. “Were you that tired?”

“Yeah…” You trail off as you push your plate away, trying to avoid his gaze.

A beat of silence.

“You took your time in the shower,” he says casually but his grip on his glass is a little too tight as he lifts it to his lips.

Oh.

“Hmm… I kinda did,” you admit. “Needed to cool off.”

Jungkook tilts his head slightly, studying you. “Did it work?”

The corner of his mouth twitches like he already knows the answer. Like he’s waiting for you to lie.

“A little,” you murmur, holding his gaze, daring him to push further.

Something shifts in the air between you. He takes his time clearing the plates, loading them in the dishwasher with unhurried movements. 

But that smug expression is still there, taunting you, making you curious.

And then, he turns and walks toward you, drying his hands with a paper towel, closing the distance. He stops directly in front of you, his hands bracing against the table as he leans in, only the table separating you now.

“Just a little?” He asks like he knows something.

“So you still need help, then?”

“Help with what?” You cross your arms over your chest, trying to shield you from his assessing eyes.

Jungkook’s smirk deepens as he tosses the paper towel aside before he leans in just a fraction closer.

“Dunno,” he shrugs. “With anything.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips, then to your throat, then back up again, holding you in place.

“Anything?” you repeat.

He answers with a chuckle.

“I heard you, you know?” his voice is soft, but the words are sharp. “Earlier. In your room.

“What did you hear?”

“Everything” 

Oh…

His audacity is shocking, but you don't beat around the bush.

And this, he must know.

“Okay, well… oops? Caught me,” you giggle, trying to regain control. But you won’t let him have all the power.

“I saw you too... In the Server Room.”

A smirk.

No actually, a chuckle.

“I know,” he says simply, his voice low, his gaze sharp. “I saw you leave.”

“So, I guess now we’re even,” you chuckle. But you hold your head high, locking your gaze with his.

“Now we’re even,” he echoes, but there’s no humor in his tone.

“Was that your first time? Touching yourself… thinking about me?” you ask, your pulse quickening.

“Yes.” His voice drops lower, like a caress. “First time in the Server Room.”

Your breath catches, his honesty hitting you in your core, a heat pooling low in your belly.

"How about you?" He tilts his head, gaze heavy. "First time getting yourself off to the thought of me? Moaning my name like that?"

"In this cabin?" You drag it out, making him wait, reveling in the way his jaw clenches.

Then, finally, you answered. "Yeah."

A slow, satisfied exhale leaves his lips, and his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip. 

"Good. Where else?”

Audacious. Bold. You love it.

You lift a brow, feigning thoughtfulness, your voice above a whisper. "Mostly my bed."

His voice drops lower. "Mostly?"

Then, he moves closer, past the table. Closer to you. You’re still seated on the stool, and as you swivel to face him, he stays just where he is—so close, yet not touching. But the space between you is thin, too thin. You can smell his aftershave, the soft, clean scent of his fabric conditioner.

Silence stretches before you tilt your head with a smirk. "Want a list?"

"Uh-huh." His hum is low, amused… and then, he moves towards you, closer, grazing your knees.

You instinctively spread your legs for him, letting him in.

"Shower," you murmur, locking eyes with him.

"Where else?" His voice is rough, all patience hanging by a thread.

"Office bathroom." This time, your gaze drops to his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut for a second. "Jesus." He exhales a chuckle, fingers playing with his lower lip, a habit you’ve seen before, one he resorts to when deep in thought.

But there’s no strategy to devise here, no puzzle to solve.

So why is he doing it now?

To ground himself. To pull back from the edge you’re so effortlessly pushing him toward.

That knowledge alone fills you with satisfaction. And the fact that he’s still trying to maintain composure? Still trying to outplay you?

Heat pools between your thighs, a wave of want surging through you. 

You love this game.

You don’t miss it— the way his throat bobs, the way his jaw flexes, the way his hand curls into a fist at his side.

"So," he exhales, "How good do I fuck you, then? Slow? Rough? Do I make you beg for it?"

You bite back a smile, fingertips playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Want me to show you?"

Jungkook tilts his head, tongue flicking against his teeth. "By all means," he murmurs, fingers curling beneath your chin, thumb tracing your bottom lip, slowly. "Please bless me with a demonstration."

You don’t hesitate.

You part your lips and take his thumb into your mouth slowly. Your tongue swirls around it. Teasing, tasting. Then, without breaking eye contact, you take his index and middle fingers past your lips, sucking them in—deep, slow, sinful. Noisily.

He hisses. His breath stutters. His jaw clenches.

You keep your gaze locked onto his, peeking up through your lashes. You see his pupils darken, his lips part ever so slightly. 

"You’d start by eating me out," you murmur around his fingers, releasing them with a loud pop.

"And once you're satisfied making me cum on your tongue…" 

You guide his hand down, past your lips, to your throat, down to your chest, lower, lower— until his fingers skim the waistband of your pajama shorts. Down, down.

“You’d stretch me out using your fingers, making it nice and wet just so you can shove your cock inside me, rough and deep, exactly how I need it."

He exhales sharply and his grip on your thighs tightens. His head drops, eyes slipping shut. 

"Yeah?" His fingers press against your panties, feeling your soaked core. "Then spread those pretty legs open for me then, lemme feel how wet I make you.”

You spread your legs a little further, and he slid over your slit, collecting wetness on his fingers. 

"Fuck." His voice is barely a whisper, wrecked. “Dripping.”

Your hips grind, seeking more. "Only when I think of you fucking me."

That does it.

Jungkook rips his hand away—leaving you cold and aching—only to grab your waist and haul you onto the counter.

His mouth crashes onto yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, shoving his tongue.

Like a starved man.

It happens so fast, your brain barely catches up.

"Oh, god," he groans into your mouth, voice low and pained. His two fingers slide back into your throbbing cunt.

You must’ve been very, very wet because the sound of your slick echoes in the kitchen as he slides his fingers in and out of you.

His lips trail down your neck—biting, sucking, teasing—while you cling to him, fisting his collar, legs around his thighs, dragging him closer.

You feel it—the tight coil inside you, building, tightening, twisting. And he knows. The way you clench and tighten around his fingers, the way your breath stutters, the way your body arches like a fucking offering.

His thumb flicks your clit, before circling it with purpose.

Your legs tremble, and you can't help but let out a desperate moan against his ear.

“Please, YN,” he rasps, his forehead pressing to yours, dark eyes locked onto your fucked-out expression. “Soak my fingers, baby. Lemme hear you.”

His pace quickens, and you cum against his hand, chasing, grinding, taking everything he’s giving you.

The orgasm crashes through you, your walls squeezing, soaking his fingers as wrecked little moans spill from your lips—

So he covers your mouth with his hand.

“Like that, drip all over my fucking hand.”

He grinds against you, his cock heavy and straining through his pajamas, as he keeps his fingers buried inside you, pumping slow, dragging it out until you’re trembling, gasping, overstimulated.

Jungkook smirks, dragging his slick fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with his tongue.

“Sweeter than I imagined. Bet you taste even better on my tongue.” He groans, as he pulls his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop. 

“You’ll show me, yeah? How I eat this pussy.” His fingers slide back between your thighs, lips curling against your jaw, breath hot as he presses a filthy kiss to your neck. “How I fuck you, how I make you cum with my cock?”

You nod, your head still spinning from the high. Just as you were about to meet his lips—

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Your heads snap toward the stairs.

Yoongi stands there, gaze unreadable.

There was a time when you were in love with Yoongi.

Actually, scratch that.

There was a time when you were in love with Yoongi.

There was a time when you thought you were in love with Yoongi.

Blame it on your father issues that any man who has provider vibes, keeps his word, and doesn’t raise his voice could make you fall in love as easily.

He radiated that quiet competence like he could fix your life while being gentle and that he knew what to do. 

So when you met him it was a no-brainer. You fell, and you fell hard.

The first time you met him at your first job post-college, he was this cold, quiet guy who looked like nothing could ever faze him. He was a senior in the office, and everyone held him in high regard for how he conducted himself—you know, competent, kept to himself. He barely smiled, rarely laughed—total ‘don’t talk to me unless it’s about work' vibes.

Your type.

But here’s the thing about Yoongi: the more time you spend with him, the more you start to notice the cracks. 

It started when you two often got teamed up for projects because you both consistently delivered solid results.

The way he’d smirk at your lame jokes when he thought you weren’t looking. How he’d quietly make sure you had everything you needed before a big presentation. How every time you’d screw up, he’d just shake his head while trying to hide a smirk, and say “it happens.”

It made you wonder what it took for someone to be that calm. How much chaos did he have to endure to become so gentle?

But those feelings weren’t nurtured. 

You were focused on chasing promotions, climbing up the corporate ladder in your sharp corporate OOTDs.

He was chasing some on-again, off-again college ex who was probably he had written songs or poems for. At first, hearing him talk about her felt like a stab to the heart. Stab and twist. 

You never really had the chance to confess to him. You’d been emotionally constipated for so long that expressing your feelings felt pathetic. So, you admired him from a distance and stayed grateful for his friendship.

Of course, you knew he saw you as a kid back then—fresh out of college, trying to navigate the concrete jungle of the corporate world, pretending you had it all figured out. Taking on heavy tasks fueled by sheer grit and unrelenting feminine rage. 

You always felt like you had something to prove. Every second of every day.

Just a bad habit drilled into you as a child, growing up in a suffocatingly traditional and overly religious household where women belonged in the kitchen and childbirth, while incompetent men labored under the illusion that they owned the world.

So you did the one thing they never saw coming—you used education to prove them wrong.

You showed them what excellence truly means.

And oh, you fucking did.

Summa cum laude. A job at a well-known company. Every achievement a middle finger to the system that tried to cage you.

You fucking did.

But at what cost? Nothing.

Excellence costs nothing.

Just anxiety, fear of failure, loneliness.

But Yoongi, for some reason, saw through you.

He silently looked after you, offering sound advice about your career and life, a quiet pillar of support when you needed it most. He never overstepped, never judged you for your mistakes. And he always acknowledged your strengths in that matter-of-fact way of his, like it was simply the truth.

And in return, you found yourself standing taller, speaking louder, growing more confident in how you faced the world.

Over time, you came to realize your feelings weren’t romantic.

Yes, you love Yoongi, but not in that way.

He was your safe space, the only male figure you felt secure with before meeting Jimin and Tae. To be truthful, he filled the void your father—or any other male figure in your life—never occupied.

Now, five seconds—maybe five minutes—of silence.

Because that’s what it feels like. 

Yoongi and Jungkook staring at each other.

You staring at the two of them.

One doesn’t have to be a genius to figure out what’s happening. Jungkook is standing between your legs, his mouth still hot against your neck, while you cling to him. Good thing your back is to the stairs—Yoongi can’t see where Jungkook’s hands are.

Not that you care about being seen. Your sex life is nobody’s business.

It’s just Yoongi.

But also… it’s Yoongi.

It’s like an older brother catching his best friend making out with his sister.

You jumped down from the table just as Jungkook jerked away, putting space between you.

“Hyung.” His voice is neutral, casual. But his eyes track Yoongi carefully.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything.

Just walks over to the sink, grabs a glass, and fills it with water. His movements are slow, but something feels off.

You can’t read him. Normally, you can. But now? His expression is different. He’s too…blank.

The sound of running water fills the silence as he fills a glass and takes a slow sip. 

“I was just getting water,” His tone is flat, almost dismissive. 

Then, without looking at either of you, he turns toward the stairs, glass still in hand.

He’s halfway up when he pauses.

And then—he looks at Jungkook.

“Couldn’t you at least pick somewhere private?” 

He is too calm and it’s weird.

“What’s private?” Jimin’s voice suddenly breaks through the tension as he climbs down the stairs, hair a mess, blinking sleepily.

Yoongi doesn’t even look at him. He just keeps walking upstairs, the sound of his footsteps fading.

Jimin glances between you and Jungkook, confused. “What was that?”

No one answers.

Jungkook finally looks at you, biting the ring on his lips.

Jimin sighs, completely oblivious. “Okay…? Anyway, do you guys know where the bucket is? Taehyung’s too wasted and puking his guts out. He also clogged the toilet, idiot.”

He’s still waiting, but the air feels too thick with something you don’t understand.

“I’m going back to sleep,” you mumble and rush upstairs.

The two don’t say anything, but you hear their voices fading into the background as you ascend.

When you reach your room, you shut the door behind you. 

You feel your soaked underwear between your legs, a reminder of everything that just happened as you press your back against the door.

What a weird fucking night.

Lord, grant me telepathy to unravel the enigma that is Min Yoongi’s head. Amen.

The next day was torture.

First, you learned the hard way that giant windows weren’t so fun when the midday sun was beaming directly into your sleep-deprived eyes, punishing you for last night’s… activities.

Second, someone was lying half on top of your blanket, effectively trapping you in a duvet like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

You wiggled free, jerking up with enough force to make your head spin, only to come face to face with—Taehyung.

His arm draped over his face, shielding himself from the sunlight.

Right on cue, Jimin pounded on the door, looking annoyingly fresh and showered.

"You two! Get up! We're going kayaking. Jungkook and Allie are already getting ready," he called through the door.

You glanced at Allie’s empty bed before turning to Taehyung. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

Taehyung groaned. "Clogged our toilet, used yours, then passed out here on my way back."

"You dumbass," Jimin sighed, arms crossed. "You were so wasted! Why did you even drink that much when you don’t drink?"

Taehyung let out another groan. “Ow, my head…”

"Come on," Jimin stretched out a hand to him. "Let’s get you some painkillers."

"I don’t think I wanna go." Taehyung whined. "I feel like dying."

"This was your idea, and we already paid for the kayaks!" Jimin yanked him up with a dramatic sigh, dragging him toward the door, before turning to you. 

"And you! Eat something then join us. You already bailed last night."

You exhaled heavily, checking your phone. 11 am.

Groaning, you forced yourself out of bed. You didn’t feel like doing anything today. But you also wanted to confront Yoongi. And maybe talk to Jungkook.

About what? You had no idea. You just hated unclear things.

You freshen up, and since you're still unsure of your plans for the morning—running or kayaking—you change into something comfy: an oversized hoodie and track shorts.

You make your way downstairs, and there he is.

Yoongi.

His back was to you, still in his pajamas—like he had just rolled out of bed and come down to eat.

Shoving the memory aside, you grabbed a bowl and milk from the fridge before sitting across from him. He was lazily picking at slices of watermelon from a container.

"Is it good?" you asked, pouring your cereal.

"Hmm," he just hummed. Classic Yoongi.

"You coming kayaking?" you asked, stirring your cereal.

He shrugged. "Nah. Kinda wanna finish a book." He flicked a seed off the fruit.

“Just say you hate water.” You chuckled. Then, you decided to rip the band-aid off.

"Wanna talk about last night?"

"Not really. Not my business."

"Okay… so, we’re good?"

He finally looked at you, brow raised. "What do you mean?"

"I don’t know, I was getting weird vibes from you last night," you admitted, chewing. "Which is weird because you never really cared about who I go out with or hook up with."

Silence.

 "Actually… I do wanna talk about last night."

You raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue.

"I wasn’t gonna say anything because it’s not my place," he continued slowly, obviously being careful in choosing his words. "But I care about Jungkook. He’s like a brother to me. And you…" He exhaled. "You’re family too. It’s just… weird, is all.”

"I’m family?" You rested your chin on your hand.

"You are." Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

You grinned. "Wow. That’s kinda sweet—"

"Don’t make it weird."

"You made it weird first," you pointed out.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What I meant was… it’s just weird is all. I never thought he’d be someone you’d…"

"Hook up with?" you finished for him, raising a brow.

He didn’t confirm or deny. He just pressed his lips together.

"Well, I guess he’s my type," you shrugged, going back to your cereal.

"YN, listen to me," Yoongi said, voice low. His eyes met yours, serious now. "Jin and I… we practically helped Namjoon raise Jungkook after their dad died. Jungkook was so young. He was hurt and angry. He acted out, fucked around."

You paused.

Yoongi never really talked about his friends like this. 

You knew bits and pieces, something about their vacations, what they did over weekends, silly things, and maybe some history about the past… but nothing at this level of depth. 

You realized… he was a private person. There was so much about him you didn’t know.

"Fucked around?" you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

He shrugged, still careful of his words. "Just got self-destructive. Then got into fights. Ran with the wrong crowd. Slept around and left a trail of crying girls behind.”

You snorted. “Like I said, my type.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "I’m being serious."

"I know, I know." You waved a spoon at him. "Look, thanks for the heads-up. But you know I’m an adult, right? And that I know what I’m doing? Jungkook’s been good to me, he’s never been an asshole or anything."

Yoongi nodded, but his jaw flexed slightly. “I never said he wasn’t, man. He’s a good kid. Maybe better that most of us, probably why he took their dad’s death the hardest—too soft for this world. He just had a rep, that’s all. I know you’re capable of discernment, so I won’t overstep."

You chuckled. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

He just flashed you with his lopsided grin before he went back to his watermelon.

And you to your cereal.

And that was that.

A run seemed like the best way to clear your head, so you ditched kayaking with your friends despite their groans and protests.

The place was vast, giving you plenty of room to let your thoughts settle. 

Except, there was nothing to settle.

You had no thoughts, just the nagging feeling that something was off.

Later, after you showered and changed, you joined everyone at the cottage for an afternoon picnic.

The scene was lively—Yoongi and Jimin were manning the grill, Jungkook and Taehyung had just returned from the kitchen carrying a massive icebox filled with drinks, and you took a seat beside Allie to help peel eggs for sandwiches.

But every time you placed a freshly peeled egg into the container, Taehyung swooped in and popped it straight into his mouth.

"Taehyung, I swear, peel your own damn egg!" you snapped, swatting at his hand.

He barely reacted, but his eyes suddenly narrowed as he leaned in close. 

"Wait… what's that on your neck?"

Your fingers instinctively brushed over the skin just below your jaw. "What?"

A wicked grin stretched across Taehyung’s face. "Holy shit. Is that a hickey?" 

All heads turn to you.

You stilled, your fingers still ghosting over your neck. But you didn’t react beyond that. Taehyung thrived on even the smallest hint, and any sudden movement could make him sniff out the truth, and you weren’t about to give him that chance.

"Oh my god, it is! And it's fresh too! Who the hell were you with?” He continued, louder.

It wasn’t a big deal. 

So what if you and Jungkook made out—okay, so what if he made you come? Hard. With just his fingers. And yeah, it was good. Mind-numbingly, toe-curlingly, embarrassingly good.

And sure, you both obviously had the hots for each other. But that didn’t mean anything. Right?

“I knew it!” Taehyung clapped his hands together. “Yoongi? Finally? The ship has sailed!”

At that, you snapped your head toward him, eyes narrowing. “What? No!”

Unfortunately, you have now everyone’s attention. Thanks to Taehyung. The entire group turned to look between you and Yoongi, amused.

Jungkook remained unreadable.

Yoongi remained completely unbothered, simply flipping a skewer.

"Last night? Like… when I went downstairs last night?" Jimin repeated absentmindedly, his brows furrowing as he tried to piece things together.

"I knew something was up! I knew you'd eventually hook up!" Taehyung continued.

"Taehyung, shut up. We did not," you deadpanned. 

"Then who? Jimin?" He snorted. "Nah, not unless it was a drunken mistake." His eyes flickered to Jungkook for half a second, "Jungkook? Hmm. Possibly. But Yoongi? I’ve always known." 

Then he gasped. "Wait! Didn’t you used to have a crush on him?"

Jungkook shifted on his seat, as he popped open a can of beer with unnecessary force.

You turned to Yoongi, silently begging him to help you out, but he just shrugged as if to say “not my problem, kid”.

"Taehyung," you exhaled sharply. "Drop it."

Surprisingly, he did. He held up his hands in surrender but sing-songed. “Alright, whatever you say.”

The conversation moved on. The food was grilled. Drinks were passed around. Laughter filled the air.

But every now and then, you caught Jungkook’s gaze flickering toward you.

Unreadable.

And you told yourself there was nothing to read, nothing to talk about.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

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I lowkey wanna see the members (LESSERAFIM) pranking Chaewon by taking Y/N away from her the whole day 😂

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Pairing- Kim Chaewon x fem reader

Genre- fluff

Word count- 4629

A/N: Omg anon I love this idea, also I’m sorry this took so long. It was hard to wrack up some ideas since I wrote them all for this fic already 😭😭

Part 1 - Part 2

Practices - Dorms - Interviews - Awards

You blinked twice, holding your coffee cup a little too tightly as Yunjin grinned at you from across the practice room.

“Hey, come with us,” she said, voice bright and impossible to say no to.

You raised an eyebrow. “Us?”

Before you could get more details, Sakura and Eunchae appeared behind her, each with a handful of snacks and a mischievous sparkle in their eyes.

“Kazuha’s waiting downstairs!” Eunchae added. “We have… plans.”

Plans? You didn’t exactly feel like moving. You liked the quiet corners and the routine of rehearsals. But their smiles were warm, inviting… and honestly a little confusing.

“Are you sure Chaewon’s okay with this?” you asked quietly.

“Chaewon’s busy with the company stuff,” Yunjin said, tugging your sleeve lightly. “We’re just gonna hang out. You’ve been working so hard—you need a break.”

You hesitated, but the way they looked at you—hopeful, playful—made your shoulders relax just a bit.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I guess…”

And just like that, you were pulled away.

_____

The day stretched out strange and wonderful.

They took you to a café you’d never noticed before, filled with pastel cushions and soft music.

“Order whatever you want,” Sakura said cheerfully.

You bit your lip, scanning the menu like it was in a foreign language. Yunjin nudged you.

“You don’t have to be so serious all the time.”

“I’m not serious,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

Eunchae laughed. “Yeah, you totally are. But it’s cute.”

You flushed. “I’m not…”

“You totally are,” Kazuha teased, snapping a quick photo of your reddening cheeks.

You tried to hide behind your cup, but they kept laughing and teasing, light and full of affection.

For once, you let yourself just be small and unsure.

You looked around, realizing how much you trusted them—how safe it felt not to be the cold, distant girl.

“Where’s Chaewon?” you finally asked, voice hesitant.

They exchanged a glance.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine,” Sakura said. “We’ll bring you back soon.”

You nodded, though a quiet part of you wondered if she was missing you as much as you missed her.

“Where are we going?” you asked again, tugging slightly at your arm, though not really resisting.

Sakura just winked. “Secret.”

Yunjin was already a few steps ahead, walking backward with a mischievous grin. “You’ll love it. Trust us.”

You glanced once more over your shoulder. The hallway behind you was empty now. Chaewon was gone.

Somehow, that tugged a little.

Ten minutes later, you were tucked into a cozy booth in a quiet boutique bakery on the other side of the building. One of those off-the-radar places that smelled like butter, sugar, and nostalgia.

Eunchae and Kazuha were already waiting, waving when you walked in like it was all perfectly rehearsed.

“Did you know about this?” you asked Kazuha, sliding into the seat beside her.

She gave a half-shrug. “Maybe.”

You narrowed your eyes, but it was hard to stay annoyed when Eunchae set a mini box of pastel macarons in front of you like a peace offering. “For the baby,” she announced proudly.

“The—what?” you blinked.

Yunjin grinned. “That’s what we’ve decided. When you’re not cold and intimidating, you’re just…” She paused, eyes twinkling. “Tiny. Flustered. Like a baby bunny that doesn’t know how to deal with attention.”

You flushed immediately. “I’m not—”

“You are,” Sakura confirmed, already cutting into a tart.

Kazuha nodded, offering you a fork. “You make these little faces when you’re confused. It’s kind of adorable.”

You stared at them, heart fluttering somewhere between panic and warmth.

They weren’t mocking you. If anything… they were enjoying this side of you. The side that only existed when you weren’t performing. When you weren’t hiding.

The real you.

Quiet. Unsure. Still learning how to let people in.

“…You guys are weird,” you mumbled, voice barely audible.

Yunjin leaned across the table and flicked your forehead gently. “And you like us anyway.”

_____

Meanwhile, back at the practice room…

Chaewon sat on the floor, water bottle untouched beside her. The room felt too big. Too empty.

You were supposed to come inside. She saw you, just for a second. The way you stood there, distracted and soft, your fingers curled around your phone, lips parted slightly like you were about to speak—

And then they took you.

Again.

She pressed her lips together, trying not to scowl. The girls were being playful, maybe even well-meaning. But that didn’t stop the tightness in her chest every time she reached for you and someone else got there first.

Especially now.

Now that she’d seen what you looked like when you weren’t performing. When your guard was down.

She wanted to see it again.

Wanted it to be hers.

_____

You weren’t sure when it started feeling weird.

Maybe it was after Yunjin had stolen your phone for the third time that day under the guise of “getting a cute candid.” Or maybe when Sakura physically blocked the hallway when you tried to excuse yourself “just to use the bathroom��� — and somehow redirected you into a different room with smoothies and those weird massage chairs she liked.

But now, sitting on the dorm couch, face lightly flushed from laughter, your eyes kept flickering toward the door.

She hadn’t texted you all day.

That was strange.

You and Chaewon weren’t the kind of couple who needed to be glued to each other. In fact, you were usually careful — especially around the members. But she always checked in. A tiny message. A shared glance. A hand brushing yours in passing.

Today? Nothing.

“…Hey,” you said quietly, turning toward Kazuha, who sat beside you scrolling through something on her phone.

She looked up. “Hmm?”

“Chaewon-unnie… is she still at the company?”

Kazuha blinked. “Probably. You know how she gets when she’s in focus mode.”

You nodded slowly. But something inside you tugged again. That didn’t feel like the whole truth.

Before you could ask more, Yunjin dropped onto the couch behind you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders dramatically.

“No more thinking about our fearless leader today,” she said with a mock-serious tone. “This is your bonding time with us. Cold Girl Integration Day.”

“I thought we were calling it Baby Bunny Day,” Eunchae chimed from the kitchen.

You blinked. “I’m not a bunny.”

“Tell that to your face when you got startled by the blender,” Yunjin whispered in your ear.

You flushed. “It was loud.”

Sakura entered the room with a tray of drinks and set them down with a satisfied sigh. “She’s fully flustered. Operation Success.”

You stared at all of them. “Wait…”

They froze.

You narrowed your eyes.

“…Are you guys keeping me away from Chaewon on purpose?”

Yunjin immediately grabbed a cookie. “Nope.”

Kazuha sipped her drink suspiciously.

Eunchae’s voice cracked. “We—We just thought it’d be cute to hang out with you, you know? Team bonding! Girl stuff!”

You slowly crossed your arms. The realization settled in your chest like a pebble dropped into still water.

“…You think she has a crush on me.”

Silence.

Yunjin looked like a child caught sneaking into the cookie jar. “Technically, we never said—”

“She’s literally my girlfriend.”

The room imploded.

Eunchae dropped the popcorn bowl. Sakura choked on her drink. Kazuha’s head snapped toward you like you’d grown wings. Yunjin? Yunjin looked betrayed by God.

“EXCUSE ME—WHAT?!”

You blinked innocently. “What? We’ve been together for months.”

Sakura coughed. “Wha—months?”

“How?!” Eunchae cried. “You barely talk to anyone!”

“I talk to her,” you mumbled.

“You hide behind her!” Yunjin shrieked, looking genuinely shaken. “You were all cold and mysterious and ‘don’t touch me’—and all this time you were just…” She gestured wildly. “Making out behind the curtain?!”

“I never said that part,” you said calmly.

Kazuha leaned back and smiled softly. “I knew something was off. She gets all tense when you’re not around.”

You looked toward the door.

“…I should go find her.”

Yunjin made a high-pitched noise of protest, but Sakura just sighed and gave her a look that said we pushed this too far.

Meanwhile…

Chaewon was pacing.

Her arms were crossed, her jaw tense, and her patience worn so thin it was practically vapor.

“They’ve been keeping her from me all day,” she muttered under her breath, sitting down then standing right back up again. “For what? A game? She’s not a prize, she’s my girlfriend.”

She ran a hand through her hair.

And then, finally, pulled out her phone and sent one message.

Come outside.

Now.

Before I burn this dorm down and take you with me.

You slipped your shoes on with shaking fingers, heart fluttering like a trapped bird in your chest. The group was still reeling behind you — mostly Eunchae muttering, “Wait. They’ve kissed?” over and over while Yunjin spiraled on the floor.

You didn’t look back.

Chaewon’s text wasn’t long, but the energy it carried made your cheeks heat instantly.

Come outside. Now.

Before I burn this dorm down and take you with me.

You’d only ever seen her that blunt when she was serious. Or jealous. Or both.

When the elevator doors slid open, your reflection in the mirror-panel walls made you hesitate.

You didn’t look cold anymore. You looked… soft. Still quiet, but not unreadable. Not distant.

Vulnerable.

You stepped into the night.

She was waiting just outside the side exit, hoodie pulled over her head, arms crossed, and a sharp glare fixed on the sidewalk. The second the door clicked shut behind you, her head snapped up.

“Chaewon—”

“You didn’t even look at me.”

Your breath hitched. “I didn’t know you were—”

“I was right there,” she said, voice low. Controlled. “In the hallway. I waited.”

You took a step closer. “They pulled me away. I didn’t mean to—”

She reached you in two strides, hands grabbing your sleeves and tugging you into her chest with more force than usual.

“I don’t care what they thought,” she muttered into your hair. “I don’t care what stupid plan they were playing. You’re mine. I don’t like when they try to keep you from me.”

Your hands clutched the back of her hoodie, cheeks flushed. “You sound like you were going to fight Yunjin.”

“I was. I still might.”

You laughed softly against her shoulder, then pulled back enough to look up at her. The moonlight kissed her cheekbones, and for a second you just stared — and realized how worriedshe looked beneath the frustration.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

Her eyes softened immediately.

“Then don’t let them pull you away like that again,” she said, brushing your hair back. “You don’t owe them your soft side. You don’t owe anyone that.”

“I know,” you murmured. “But I kind of… wanted them to see it.”

She blinked.

“Not because I’m not yours,” you clarified. “Just… I’m tired of hiding. And being cold. I want them to know I’m like this sometimes. That I can laugh. That I—” You hesitated, voice smaller now. “That I get flustered and confused and… I still need someone. Even if I’m quiet.”

Chaewon’s arms tightened around you.

“I know,” she whispered. “I’ve always known. That’s why I don’t care what face you show them. I just want to be the one you come back to.”

“I always do.”

And when you kissed her, soft and slow and full of apology, she kissed you like she’d been holding it in all day.

Because she had.

Meanwhile, upstairs…

Yunjin stared out the window like a scorned lover. “They’re hugging.”

Eunchae gasped. “Are they gonna kiss again?!”

Sakura poured herself water. “They’re definitely kissing.”

Kazuha just sipped her tea. “I told you she wasn’t just a cold girl. She’s a marshmallow.”

Yunjin flopped back on the couch. “I lost my favorite mysterious tsundere to the shortest member of this group. Life is unfair.”

You held her hand the entire way back.

She didn’t say much, and she didn’t have to. Chaewon had this way of walking beside you that made you feel like nothing else in the world could touch you. Her grip was firm but not possessive. Protective. Steadying.

You only let go when you were outside the dorm door.

The second the lock clicked and the door opened, voices from the living room quieted like someone had hit pause on the chaos.

Four heads turned toward the hallway.

Chaewon stepped inside first, pulling her hood back slowly. Her expression was unreadable—but the energy in the air dropped ten degrees instantly.

You followed a few steps behind, fingers laced tightly in front of you, trying not to look too much like a kid caught sneaking in after curfew.

“Welcome back,” Sakura offered, trying to sound casual. “We were just—”

“What exactly were you doing today?” Chaewon asked.

Her voice wasn’t raised.

That made it worse.

Yunjin blinked. “Uh… bonding?”

Chaewon’s gaze shifted to her. Sharp. “You hijacked her entire day. You kept her from rehearsal. You physically turned her around when she was about to come inside.”

Eunchae started sinking lower into the couch cushions.

“It was just for fun!” Yunjin defended, but it came out more like a question. “We thought she needed to loosen up. She’s always so… guarded, and we wanted her to feel more included.”

Chaewon folded her arms. “And you didn’t think to ask her what she wanted?”

You opened your mouth to say something — to soften it maybe — but one look from Chaewon kept you quiet. Not because she was angry at you. But because this was leader Chaewon, and right now, she wasn’t just your girlfriend. She was handling it.

“You thought it was okay to isolate her just because she’s quiet?” she continued. “To treat her like a pet project?”

“No!” Sakura said quickly. “That wasn’t it at all. We just… we thought we were helping.”

“She doesn’t need to be ‘fixed.’ She’s not some cold doll you’re trying to warm up. She’s already warm,” Chaewon said, voice steady, eyes fixed on Yunjin now. “She just doesn’t show it to everyone. And she doesn’t owe that to you.”

Yunjin’s mouth opened. Closed.

“She’s a person. And also,” Chaewon added, her voice dropping lower, “she’s mine.”

Everyone collectively short-circuited.

Eunchae actually squeaked. “Wait—it’s official? Like—together together?”

You glanced at Chaewon, silently asking if she wanted to say more.

She took your hand without hesitation, right there in front of them, and your breath caught a little.

“We’ve been dating,” she said plainly. “And we were planning to keep it private. But after today…” She sighed and looked at you, gentler now. “I think they’ve earned the truth.”

You looked around at the girls, all blinking, processing, somewhere between panic and realization.

Yunjin finally whispered, “This whole time… I was third-wheeling a secret relationship?”

Kazuha gave a small nod. “Honestly, it explains so much.”

Sakura stared at your joined hands. “You two are… really cute. I feel a little betrayed.”

Eunchae just screamed into a throw pillow.

You quietly stepped a little closer to Chaewon, leaning against her side. She didn’t even flinch.

“I wasn’t mad,” you said softly. “I know they meant well.”

“I was mad for you,” Chaewon replied, with a glance down. “And you’re too nice to say anything.”

“You’re a little scary when you do,” you whispered, barely hiding a smile.

She smirked. “Good.”

______

It was nearly midnight when the dorm finally settled.

The lights in the hallway were dimmed, the girls tucked away in their rooms—Eunchae still muttering about “being the last to know everything” while Yunjin dramatically declared herself the victim of emotional whiplash.

You slipped quietly into Chaewon’s room.

She was already curled up under the blanket, one arm resting behind her head, her expression softer now. Calmer. Less leader. More Chaewon.

Just yours.

You closed the door behind you and tiptoed across the room, sliding beneath the covers and letting your forehead rest against her shoulder.

“Did I overdo it?” she murmured, hand moving slowly to your waist.

You shook your head. “They needed to hear it.”

She let out a breath, pressing her lips to your hair. “I was ready to rip Yunjin’s entire day in half.”

“I know,” you said with a small smile. “You kind of scared them.”

“Good,” she whispered again, and the word was no longer sharp, but almost… fond.

You lay there in the quiet, her warmth surrounding you like your own personal home. With her, you didn’t have to speak. You didn’t have to be cold, or collected, or unreadable. You could just be — soft, confused, quiet, a little overwhelmed, and completely loved.

“They saw me today,” you said finally, your voice small.

“I know.”

“They saw how I get when I’m not pretending. I thought… maybe they’d think I was just weird. Or… too soft.”

“They already knew,” Chaewon said, brushing her thumb along your back. “They were just waiting for you to let them in. But none of them get the real thing like I do.”

You looked up at her, eyes wide. “The real thing?”

Her lips curled into the smallest smile. “The you that forgets to hide. The one who flinches at blenders, and blushes when she talks too long, and holds my hand so tight it feels like a promise.”

You felt your face heat, hiding in her shoulder.

She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “You’re not cold. You’re precious. And I’m never letting anyone mistake that again.”

You didn’t answer right away — just curled into her tighter, heart full in your chest.

You were quiet. You always had been.

But with Chaewon, you didn’t need many words to be understood.

And tonight, wrapped up in her arms, no longer hiding from your group or yourself…

You were finally home.

_____

The night was quiet.

Soft breathing. The faint rustle of blankets. The sound of two hearts finally in sync, in a room no longer holding secrets.

Outside the door?

Yunjin crouched in the hallway, hoodie up, socks pulled high, and a very incriminating phone held just below her face. Her eyes squinted at the screen, recording silently through the cracked-open door.

“…‘You’re precious. I’m never letting anyone mistake that again,’” she whispered dramatically under her breath, mimicking Chaewon’s voice with tearful reverence. “Oh my god. This is a K-drama. This is season two material.”

Behind her, Sakura leaned around the corner.

“You’re going to die if she catches you,” she whispered, sipping from a juice pouch.

“She won’t,” Yunjin replied confidently. “I’ve moved like a shadow for years. I’m a vault. I’m untouchable.”

From inside the room came a sudden voice:

“…Yunjin.”

Her soul left her body.

The door creaked open further. Chaewon stood in the doorway, hair tousled, eyes half-lidded with sleep… and absolute fury.

“You have five seconds,” she said coldly. “Run.”

Yunjin didn’t hesitate.

“BYE—”

She bolted down the hallway in nothing but socks, leaving Sakura to calmly unplug the hallway phone charger she had been pretending to use.

“I warned you,” she muttered, and slid the door shut.

Inside, you sat up with a laugh you couldn’t hold in.

Chaewon groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We’re burning that video.”

You leaned into her side, still smiling. “She’ll probably send it to me first.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I knew dating you meant betraying me.”

You kissed her cheek. “You love it.”

She didn’t answer, but the small, satisfied sigh she let out as you pulled her back into bed said everything.

_____

Bonus:

The morning sun slipped in through the curtains, golden and gentle. Birds chirped outside, and the room was still filled with the warmth of a night spent curled up together.

Chaewon was already half-awake, checking her phone — and that was the problem.

Her face froze. Then slowly crumpled into a look of pure betrayal.

You, still half-asleep, blinked your eyes open and reached for her instinctively, face buried into her shoulder with a small grumble.

“…What’s wrong?” you murmured, voice scratchy, still lost in the haze of sleep.

She didn’t answer right away.

You leaned back just enough to peek up at her, hair sticking out in every direction, eyes puffy, blinking slowly like a kitten confused about being awake.

Chaewon let out a long, low sigh through her nose.

“Yunjin posted it.”

You stared at her blankly. “Posted what?”

She held up her phone.

There, on Yunjin’s Instagram story — timestamped 8 minutes ago — was a blurry but unmistakable clip of you and Chaewon, cuddled together in bed the night before.

Chaewon’s voice was faint in the background:

“You’re precious. I’m never letting anyone mistake that again.”

Followed by the sound of a soft kiss.

And Yunjin whispering dramatically over it like she was narrating an Oscar-winning romance:

“Ladies and gentlemen… them. The softest hard-launch in idol history. Please respect my privacy as I cry.”

You squinted, face still sleepy, processing it slowly.

Then: “…Oh.”

Chaewon was already sliding out of bed, hair tied messily, hoodie half on. “I’m going to murder her.”

You sat up, still blinking sleepily. “Baby…”

“She recorded us without asking. She posted it. We weren’t even awake. That’s illegal.”

“She’s American. She doesn’t follow rules,” you yawned, standing unsteadily and padding over to her in your oversized t-shirt, arms outstretched like a zombie.

She was halfway to the door when you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind.

Chaewon froze.

You buried your face into her back with a sleepy whimper. “Don’t go yet.”

She exhaled.

“You’re not mad?” she asked, voice softer now, but still tight.

You nuzzled your cheek into her shoulder. “I’m sleepy. And I like it. She caught us in a good moment.”

Chaewon turned around slowly in your arms, looking at you.

Hair a mess. Eyes barely open. Voice soft and small and full of affection.

And somehow — despite the rage in her blood — she melted just a little.

You stood on your toes, kissed her cheek, then her lips. “Come back to bed. We’ll kill her later. Gently.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re enabling her.”

“She’s our unnie now.”

“She’s your unnie. I’ve decided I’m disowning her.”

But even as she said it, she let you guide her back to the bed.

You both fell into the covers again, her arms instinctively wrapping around you, your legs tangled, warmth instantly settling back in like nothing had happened.

“I still want revenge,” she muttered.

You kissed her neck, sleepier now. “Revenge after breakfast.”

“Fine.”

“…With coffee?”

She sighed, defeated. “With coffee.”

Yunjins POV: 

Yunjin stared at her screen, the story still live. Thirty thousand views. At least fifteen flame emojis. Several DMs from other idols simply reading:

“FINALLY.”

“This cured my acne.”

“Wait. You’re not dating the quiet one???”

She sipped her coffee dramatically, stretched like a cat, and sighed.

“Am I proud of myself?” she whispered to no one. “Absolutely. Was it worth dying for? …Also yes.”

Behind her, Sakura wandered into the kitchen with bed hair and one eye open.

“You posted it?”

“Oh, I posted it,” Yunjin said with a grin. “Tagged no one. No captions. Just vibes. Let the internet figure it out.”

Sakura blinked. “Chaewon’s going to kill you.”

“I’m aware.”

The silence lingered.

“…She’s not here yet?” Yunjin asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Sakura scrolled her phone. “They’re still in bed. I think your girlfriend stopped her.”

“She’s not my girlfriend. Sadly. She belongs to Tiny Wrath.”

“She stopped a murder with a hug,” Sakura said, sipping from a mug with “Girlboss” in pink cursive. “That’s love.”

Yunjin smirked, still watching her story rack up more views. “Look. I get it. Was it illegal? Maybe. Was it invasive? Possibly. But am I the hero in this narrative? Absolutely.”

“More like the side character that stirs the pot.”

“I am the pot,” Yunjin replied proudly.

Just then, a notification pinged. A group chat message from Chaewon (🧊 Wrath of God Edition).

Chaewon: we need to talk.

Chaewon: meet me in my room.

Chaewon: come alone.

Yunjin dropped her phone onto the counter like it had burned her.

“I’m dead.”

Sakura didn’t even look up. “Yeah, probably.”

“She’s going to Tiny Punch me into next week.”

“Tell me where you hide the footage so I can leak the deleted scenes.”

“…You’re cold.”

Sakura gave her a half-awake smile. “You started it.”

Yunjin sighed, dramatically rubbing her face. “If I don’t make it… tell them I did it for love. For art. For justice.”

Then she stood, grabbed her water bottle, adjusted her hoodie hood like a cape, and marched toward her fate.

“Goodbye, cruel world,” she muttered.

From the hallway, Eunchae peeked out of her room. “Is it true? Are they really dating? Did you die yet???”

“Soon,” Yunjin called back. “Make a fan edit of my life. Use Taylor Swift’s ‘My Tears Ricochet.’”

Meanwhile, back in bed…

You cracked one eye open as your phone pinged with the group chat notification.

“She summoned her,” you mumbled.

Chaewon yawned, snuggling closer. “I’m not going to kill her. I just want to talk.”

“…You’re going to glare her to death.”

She smirked into your shoulder. “You like it.”

You smiled sleepily. “Yeah. I really do.”

_____

The dorm hallway was quiet, but every so often, muffled whispers and stifled giggles floated from behind closed doors.

Chaewon’s footsteps were measured, almost calm, as she approached her room. Behind her, Yunjin followed like a kid called to the principal’s office—head down, hands stuffed in hoodie pockets, trying not to look like she was about to be executed.

Inside, the door clicked softly shut.

You were there first, half-asleep, tangled in blankets, and still clutching onto Chaewon’s arm like a lifeline. Your hair was a wild halo, and your eyes blinked slowly as you leaned against her side, utterly adorable and utterly unaware of the chaos outside.

Chaewon’s voice was low but firm as she knelt down beside you. “Look at you… still holding on like you’re afraid I’ll disappear if you let go.”

You murmured something incoherent and snuggled closer, your sleepy warmth spreading like a blanket over her.

Yunjin cleared her throat awkwardly.

Chaewon glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s… um, just so cute,” Yunjin blurted. “Like, how do you deal with someone being that adorable all the time? I—”

“Yunjin,” Chaewon said, deadpan.

Yunjin immediately quieted, folding her arms but clearly fighting a smile.

From just outside the door, a tiny cluster of shadows peeked in.

Sakura’s finger pressed to her lips. Eunchae stifled a giggle behind her hand. Yunjin’s eyes flickered toward the door nervously—too late.

Chaewon’s voice softened, and she reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

“You’re always like this around me. Quiet, sleepy, soft. You don’t need the cold armor when you’re with me.”

You blinked up at her, voice just above a whisper, “I don’t want to scare you away.”

Chaewon smiled, fingers brushing your cheek. “You don’t scare me. You never did.”

A sudden creak from the doorway made everyone freeze.

Before anyone could react, Sakura, Eunchae, and even Kazuha tripped slightly over each other, tumbling right inside the room with a crash of limbs and startled squeals.

You jolted awake and let out a small startled yelp, clutching Chaewon tighter.

The room burst into laughter.

Chaewon looked over, amused, shaking her head.

“Apparently,” she said, “you’re even cuter when you’re accidentally an audience.”

You hid your face against Chaewon’s neck, cheeks burning.

Kazuha grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. We were just… curious.”

Chaewon glanced around the room, then at you.

“Well, now everyone knows.”

You peeked out from behind Chaewon’s shoulder, sleepy but smiling.

“Guess there’s no hiding it anymore.”

[the-panda-queen]

Brothers Favorite Sleeping Positions w/ You

cw: slightly suggestive with some, gn reader, some can be read platonically

Part 2 here

Lucifer: Loves to sleep face to face. Will wrap his arms and legs around you and nestle his face in your hair/ on the top of your head. Will grumble if you try to switch to spooning. He wants to wake up and see your beautiful face. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

If you’re the type of person to wake up in the middle of the night for a lil snack just know he converted one of his nightstands into a mini fridge. He might pretend it’s always been that way but seeing it’s filled with all of your favorites you’ll see through his ruse easily. If you need to go to the bathroom he’ll let you go and stay awake til you get back before nestling into you again. Take too long and he’ll go looking for you.

Mammon: Big fan of spooning. While he does eat up being the little spoon, he likes being the big spoon more. He’ll tuck one arm under your head and rest his hand on your chest, giving it a lil squeeze while his other arm goes over your waist and hand rests on your pelvis. He’s not trying to seduce you, he just finds it comforting.

Leaving for a midnight snack or bathroom is difficult. He won’t wake up but whine and grumble once you leave his grasp. Once you come back to bed he wraps around you immediately as if trying to fuse with your skin. Good luck if you try to leave again.

Also he runs even warmer in his sleep so if you’re feeling a bit hot get ready to sweat buckets cause he sure as heck ain’t lettin go twice. (；′⌒`)

Leviathan: Once he’s comfortable enough to share a bed or his tub he’ll wrap his tail around you and hold you close. You have a bit more freedom in the position you want to sleep in. He’ll just snuggle in any way you let him. If you sleep in his tub it’s a mess of arms, legs, and tail being wrapped in.

He keeps snack in his room already so if you get hungry there’s no reason to leave. You’re close enough to share a sleeping space with him so he’ll definitely have your favorite snacks too. Going to get the snacks he’ll subconsciously shift into his demon form to elongate his tail so it can still wrap around you. If you need to go to the bathroom his tail obviously cannot follow. Will definitely cry in his sleep thinking you left him. (╥﹏╥) Hurry back!

Satan: Likes to fall asleep with you resting your head on his chest and running his fingers down your back. He’ll listen to the gentle sound of your breathing as you fall asleep then knock out himself soon afterwards.

Getting a snack or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night isn’t a hassle with him. He might shift a little in his sleep but not much else. In half awake state he’ll feel your side of the bed, if it’s gone cold you’ve been gone too long he’ll assume one of his brother has taken you and rush out of the room to track you down.

Asmo: Loves when you both sleep au naturale, you never know what could happen ;) -nothing will happen Asmo is very serious about his beauty rest especially on a school night plz don’t tease him it’s cruel T_T adores sleeping on your chest. He’ll listen to the steady thrumming of your heartbeat as he falls asleep while circling his arms around you.

Leaving his bed is difficult, your left arm is dead from him resting on it and his bedding is so soft and cushiony you have a hard time rolling out of it. Once you make it out Asmo has rolled to the middle of the bed with his body splayed out. (* ￣︿￣) Good luck trying to get back in, you’d honestly just be better off going to your own room once you’ve gone to the bathroom/ had your snack. Sorry

Beel: Is very worried about hurting you in his sleep. You’re so fragile it scares him. Feels most confident in your safety if you're laying on top of him, like he's your bed. If you’re the type to sleep through the night he’ll do his best to ignore his stomach grumbling and also try to sleep through the night as well. Can generally hold off on waiting to eat in the morning if it’s for you. The brothers have mixed feelings on this arrangement, on one hand their snacks are less likely to “disappear” but that means you have to sleep with Beel.

If you wake up in the middle of the night for a snack or to go to the bathroom he’s stoked. Will gladly take you down to the kitchen with him and give you whosever snack is in the fridge, doesn’t matter who it belongs to. (*￣▽￣)旦 且(´∀`*) If you try to deny the snack he’ll give you a soft smile and tell you he’ll take them blame so please eat. The brothers hate this arrangement even more. Will definitely try and stop the two of you from sleeping together.

Belphie: As long as he feels like he’s being the one pampered he’s fine. He likes when you both fall asleep face to face and he can snuggle into your chest. He’ll wraps himself around you and rest his tail along your back (canonically it has spikes in it so please be careful moving in your sleep, it will hurt if to try to lay on it).

Another one who’s difficult if you’re one who gets up in the middle of the night. His grip becomes a vice and you’re having to wrestle yourself free. Gasping you hurriedly run out of the room to do your business, even giving yourself another moment before making your way back. Once you come back though he’s quick to wrap around you once more. Will definitely mumble his grievances about your departure however brief. he might even bite you to teach you a lesson on leaving him <(￣ ﹌ ￣)>

felt like it got kinda long towards to end but oh well.…should I do the rest of the cast next? lemme know!

[writersrkive]

Warmth | Aaron Hotchner

summary: Your period arrived, and you are feeling like shit, but that doesn't mean you won't go to work. Your body is pleading to rest, but you are stubborn, so you act like you are fine. However, Hotch is there to take care of you.

genre: comfort pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau!fem!reader warnings: cramps and physical discomfort caused by menstruation, fainting.

a/n: maybe is not a good one, but I'm on my period, so let me be delulu. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.

Navigation Criminal Minds masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

When your lower back started to hurt, days prior, you knew what day of the month was getting closer. You prepare yourself, however that morning your body felt heavy, almost numb.

Walking out of bed, going to the bathroom, showering and dressing up were difficult tasks. The morning didn't go any better. You had problems with your car, the traffic was hell, and when you arrived at Quantico, fifteen minutes late, your ID wasn't in your wallet. You had to walk back to your car and go up to the floor where you worked five minutes later.

“Did you have cardio yesterday? Is that the reason why you are so late?” Derek asked, teasing, but you were not in the mood to joke with your best friend.

"Maybe I just took too long to hide the body of the rat that was bothering me last night, do you want me to show you what I did with it?" I asked, finally sitting on the chair to rest my lower back. My belly was hurting a lot.

“Uh.” Emily said and chuckled when she saw Derek's surprised expression.

“Maybe not the time.” The dark skinned whisper.

“Definitely not.” I answered. “Did Hotch…” I started, turning to JJ.

“Don't worry. He has been inside his office since we arrived. I don't think he noticed."

A few minutes later, I was leaning towards the files I had on my desk, not because I couldn't see, but because I needed to feel something warm towards my belly. My hands weren't enough, but it was all I had.

“Take this.” Spencer said, handing me some pain killers.

“Thanks, but last time I tried, they didn't work."

“Try again.” Emily said softly, understanding what was happening. “If you don't feel good, tell us.”

“Thanks, but seriously, I'm fine.”

That wasn't true though. Thank God we had just file day, because I wouldn't be able to fly in that condition. But at least I would have the opportunity to sleep a little thereby.

I needed something warm. So I stood up and walked to the mini cafeteria, where there was a coffee machine, with tea bags on the side and snacks. My tea was already prepared, I only wanted to grab a chocolate bar, but the cramps hit me, making the cup of tea almost fall from my hands.

“Hey, hey. Easy there.” That calm and velvety voice made me realise the man who I liked was now next to me, helping me by taking the cup and steadying myself with his other hand.

“Sorry, boss.” I whispered.

“What happened? Are you sick?”

“Kinda… I'm just not feeling good. You know, that day of the month.” I answered, still trying to breathe, feeling a tear of cold sweat slide down my back.

“It's okay. You need to rest. Go home.” He said with a firm, yet soft tone of voice. The team was always saying he only used that tone with me.

“I'm fine, seriously.”

I could see in his eyes that he was not convinced. “Okay, but let me know if you need something. Don't think I didn't notice that you arrived late.”

“I'm really sorry. That won't happen again.” My cheeks were probably burning, and I didn't know if it was because of my period, or the embarrassment.

“What I'm trying to say is that I know that you are not feeling good, and I will understand if you need to go back home.” He reassured me, lightly caressing the arm that still held me.

“Thanks.” I whisper.

“Here. Take this.” He handed me a warm compress that he took out of the microwave after heating it for a few minutes.

The tea and compress helped a lot, however, the painkiller didn't work. I felt like I was about to faint. The noises of our workmates, the weather, and even poor JJ's breathing was stressing me out. A break was what I needed, but I wouldn't be able to take one, so instead, I went to the bathroom. I didn't know Hotch was observing me from his seat, through the office window.

In the bathroom things weren't better. My forehead was covered in sweat, my throat felt dry and my legs and arm were about to give up. All of that was reflected on the mirror in front of me.

Someone knocked.

I opened the door and then my vision turned black. Next I remember strong arms embracing me on the floor. “That's it. I'm taking you home.” He said.

“I'm…” I tried to talk.

“No, you are not fine. Sometimes you need to hear your body and rest.” He explained gently, moving my hair out of my face. “You are going to drink water. I'm going to get your stuff and I'll take you home.” It was obvious there was no room for discussion.

“Got it, boss.” I whispered, letting myself smile on his chest. It wasn't a surprise how excited I was because he was taking care of me, even if I was feeling like shit. He was the warmth I needed.

[boypied]

GOLDEN BOY.

pairings: husband!logan howlette x male reader

summary: you wake up next to logan after a night in vegas, and you both have matching dollar store rings on.

requested by: anonymous

mentions: swearing, talking of sex.

The bright golden rays from the morning sun peaks through the barely opened, patterned covered curtains. The sunlight perfectly frames a glow across your eyes as they slowly flutter open, and you're met with a pristinely white ceiling that must've been painted recently. Once your eyes finally adjusted to the light that was burning your eyes, you suddenly felt a throbbing pain in your forehead that must've been from all the alcohol you drank last night.

You bring your hands up to your face as you slowly begin rubbing your eyes until you feel someone cold press against your face, pull your hands away from your face, and your eyes adjust to your hands as you watch them become unblurry. Your eyes immediately focus on the grey coloured plastic ring that is wrapped around your ring finger, "what?" You mumble out under your breath until you immediately stop yourself dead in your tracks when you hear loud heavy breathing next to you.

You slowly begin to turn your head when you're met with a large hairy man that has a mutton chop styled beard and spikey hair that gives the illusion of kitty cat ears. Your eyes widen in shock and slight fear as you stare down slightly at the half-naked man in your bed. You slowly lift the duvet cover to look under to reveal that the naked and hairy man in your bed is entirely in his 'birthday suit' and he happens to also be very, very blessed in the penis department.

You swiftly drop the duvet, and you turn to face the large glass door that leads onto the balcony. You admire the view from afar until your body freezes in fear as you hear the sleepy man's breath slow down and become regular. You slowly turn to face him to see his piercing orbs burn holes into your back, and now they dart up to meet with your own eyes. "h-hello?" You mumble out with fear and confusion laced in your tone as Logan just lays his head back and grunts out in a low tone.

The silence in the room is deafening until Logan pulls the duvet off his naked body to expose him for his entirety, not that you haven't already had a sneaky peak. He gets up and stretches his body slightly as you watch how his back muscles flex and contort until he stops stretching. You watch as Logan walks over to the long mirror that shows off his full body, and you finally hear him mutter out some words, "hookers don't usually stay the night." he grunts out between coughs as he clears his throat, your eyes widen in shock and slight offence as he thinks you're a prostitute.

"I'm not a hooker," you say to him in a groggy tone as you've just woken up. Logan turns around to face you as you nervously climb out of bed, and you walk over to the mini bar to grab a light morning snack. As you have your back facing him, his eyes widen, and Logan lets out a loud gasp as he reads the slightly smudge writing that is on your back. "Logan's cum-slut husband" he mumbles under his breath as he reads it out, you turn around to face him as you stare at him confused "what did you just say?" You say nervously to him as you walk back over and sit down on the bed as you try to keep eye contact with him and you pray that your eyes don't wander down to his nether region where his big, thick monstrous cock hangs.

Logan looks down at his hands and notices a shiny yet obviously cheaply fake ring wrapped around his ring finger. His eyes dart up from his hands and over to yours, where his eyes find the exact same colour and cut of the ring wrapped around your finger. You pick up what Logan is so shocked at, and you let out a loud gasp when you notice the same rings. You jump out of the bed, and you both stare at each other in shock. Your eyes nervously wander around the room until they settle on his perfect abs until you whimper out in panick and your hands dart up to cover your eyes, wanting to wake up from this nightmare... or maybe this dream.

"So.." Logan mumbles out as he keeps eye contact, his tough exterior down dropped off to reveal and match the awkwardness that is spread across the room. "We're married," he says bluntly, and your eyes widen as hearing him say this out loud just shows how real this situation is. "It seems like that, doesn't it." Your eyes look down at the white heavy-weighted duvet that you've pulled up to cover your body. You dip your hand down your back as you slide into your underwear, and you gently graze against your asshole and you feel a sticky substance drip out of your hole.

Your eyes widened, and you let out a loud, shocked scream, "YOU CAME INSIDE ME!" You pull your hands out your underwear and you go over to him bringing your cum soaked fingers to his face, Logan just bursts out laughing "I must've really liked you then honey" his tone sultry and slightly seductive. You roll your eyes and wipe his cum down your shirt getting it off your fingers, "this can't be happening, we have to get annulled" You say bluntly to him as your nervous exterior breaks away and you're now in action mode.

Logan's face contorts for a moment before a smirk grows on his face, "No, can do honey." He says as he walks his naked body over to the bed as he lays against it, pulling the duvet over his legs. "What?" You mumble out as a response to him, denying the separation, "I mean no, I always said if I got married I would only do it once with no divorce" he says as he clears his throat and he turns his face to meet yours. Your eyes widen in disbelief as your body slowly sinks down against the bed, and you pull the duvet over your entire body.

You both lay in the shared double bed, your bodies so close together that the warmth of the bed is entirely made up of both yours and his body heat, you turn your head to the side to meet Logan's soft eyes that are staring at you. Logan admires your face for a moment as he slowly begins to reach out and grip your hips, pulling you closer and closer into his warmth. You don't fight it, you don't push away, you embrace his warmth as you lay your head against his hairy chest, tracing your hands up and down his abs.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You mumble out in a soft tone, "some parts seem like I handle my drink better." He says while smirking as he slowly brings his hand up to your soft head of hair as he begins to caress your head. "You seemed to love every bit of what I was giving you," he whispers seductively down to you. It takes a moment for you to realise what he means, and you cover your face in embarrassment, which causes Logan to let out a loud, deep laugh. You snuggle your face closer against his chest as you slowly drift off to sleep against your husbands body.

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[womanofwords]

Frozen Heart (Part 16)

TW: yandere behaviour, infantilism.

Bruce sat you next to him during breakfast, trying to feed you pancakes. He was probably just loving that your arm was broken, judging by the smirk on his face.

"You are doing such a good job of eating your breakfast," Bruce cooed.

"Not interested in being Daddy's favourite, but thanks," you snark, in between mouthfuls. "Wouldn't want to take Damian's spot."

"You think Damian's my favourite?" Bruce asked.

"He's your mini-me. He's cold and heartless, like you. When I see you, I see him, and when I see him, I see you. He is yours."

Damian stared down at his cereal. This was part of the reason why you didn't like him. He reminded you of the father that didn't give you the time of day. Then again, the stuff he had done didn't help. If only he could do this again, redo the time he had with you again. He could be the sweet little brother that defended you from mean paparazzi and asked to take naps in your room. You were in need of care.

"Here you go, Y/N," Damian said, offering you a cookie. You picked it up and sniffed it.

"Is this poisoned?" you asked.

Damian's jaw fell open. Dick, Jason, and Tim snickered quietly behind you. "No, Y/N. I didn't tamper with the cookie," Damian promised.

"Then why did you give it to me? Is there a razor blade? A kid at my school shoved thumb tacks into an apple and gave it to me. Did you give me thumb tacks inside a cookie?"

Nobody was laughing now. This was a rare insight into your life and outlook, the sad one that they now got heartbreaking glimpses into. "No, Y/N, there are no thumbtacks or any sharp objects. It's OK to eat it," Damian promised.

"Y/N, would you like me to check what's inside your cookie?" Duke asked. "One of my powers is X-ray vision. If there's something wrong, I'll see it."

Your eyes grew wide. "You can do that?"

"Of course. But if you don't want me to-"

"Please check it!" You all but thrust the cookie into his hands. "I trust you, Duke."

The rest of the table struggled to split their attention between you and Duke, heads moving like the spectators at a tennis match. Duke was able to look at you without you scowling, touch you without you flinching away, and now he was trusted with your food.

They were going to kill him.

*_*_*_*_*_

Duke whistled as he left your room. You were doing such a good job of trusting him. Today, you were trusting him with a cookie. But soon, you would trust him with everything.

"We need to talk," Dick said. Duke turned around to see Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass, Steph, Barbara, and Bruce behind him. They all looked murderous.

"Can I help you?" Duke asked.

"What did you do to Y/N? You need to tell us what you did to have them want you around," Dick said. "I've been trying so hard and they're reduced me to tears twice!"

"They smiled at you, Duke," Damian said. "They trusted you with food. They don't fear or hate you or resent you."

"Duke." Bruce's voice came in clearly, making everyone else quiet down "Y/N seems interested in your powers. Are you using your powers to entice them or take advantage of them?"

Duke scoffed. "You're way overthinking it. I just made myself into a safe, non-crazy person so they would trust me and ask for me. I don't play detective or therapist, I just . . . soothed them. You guys have been full-on and all in, and it's scaring them."

Alfred walked by with arms laden with snacks. Your favourites. "Master Duke, Y/N wants to see you in their room. They said that they wanted to see the pretty spirals again."

"I have to go," Duke said. "Y/N wants me."

Duke left them all where they stood, seething with rage. He wiped the smug look off his face before he went to see you, though.

"There you are!" Duke smiled, as you giggled. "Wanna eat snacks together?"

"Yeah!" You were conscious of your smiles at Duke, but you couldn't help it. You'd never had a big brother before, and it was so much fun!

"Say aah," Duke warbled, bringing a snack to your lips. You opened your mouth, accepting the sweet treat without hesitation. "Sweet child, oh I love you so!"

"Huh?" You raised a confused eyebrow; why was Duke calling you sweet? But you went with it; Duke was harmless.

"Oh, you are so good and so cute. I'm going to put you into these blankets and make sure you don't get sick." Duke wrapped you in blankets, so tightly that you could not move the few parts of your body that weren't broken. You didn't care, though. Your big brother was looking after you and it felt so good.

"I want you to look after me, Duke, not them," you said. "They're so suffocating."

Duke smiled. "That makes so much sense, little one."

"Hello, Y/N," Damian said, dragging a blanket in with him. "What are you doing here with Duke?"

"Taking a nap," you said.

"Good. So am I," Damian said. "I will stay with you for the duration of this nap."

"No thanks, Damian. I try to avoid seeing you just before sleeping, because it infects my sleep and I have nightmares about failed exorcisms and dogs chasing me down hallways that stretch away from me," you said.

Duke bit his tongue, but Damian still saw a smirk retreat from the metahuman's face. "I'll make sure he doesn't face you," he soothed.

"That would be nice," you said.

Damian panicked. "Y/N, I need to make sure you're OK! I can't leave you alone with Duke and Alfred! I'm your blood sibling!"

"You didn't care about that when you were spilling my blood. Go have your nap in another room."

One minute, Damian was in your room. The next minute, the little hellspawn was outside like any dog. You smiled into your blanket.

"Thank you, Duke," you said.

"You're welcome, little one. You can take your little naps in peace," Duke said. "Any worries you have? Need anything?"

"No," you said, as your breathing evened out. "Thank you so much."

*_*_*_*_*_

Duke left the door to your room open and allowed your father and siblings to look at your sleeping form. "You denied me of this picture of innocence," Damian said. "If I could kill you without making a sound that wakes Y/N, I would do it without a second thought."

"So cute," Dick said, already tearing up.

"I know," Stephanie said. "When will it be our turn? Duke is hogging them."

"I just responded when they asked for me," Duke said, pouring salt into open wounds.

"Great. How are we supposed to make that happen, Duke?" Tim demanded. "Y/N hates us. Like, really hates us."

"Make yourselves useful," Duke said. "Y/N will tolerate you if they need you. Make them need you. Give yourselves a job and don't go overboard. Don't just go in asking for snuggles and giving out pet names."

"If we need jobs to be in Y/N's life, then we can do that," Bruce said. "I had thought that being their daddy was enough, but clearly I need more leverage. That is certainly doable."

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