#firecracker!yn

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 ONLY U hanni pham x reader

↳ warnings: yn from paparazzi, and many other works under my masterlist, idol au, lesserafim member reader, hanni is jelly, swearing (of course there is its firecracker!yn)

hanni wasn’t a jealous girlfriend.

if anything, yn was the more jealous one between the two. there had been multiple times where hanni had to show up at the lesserafim dorms because yn, being petty after seeing a ship edit, refused to answer her phone all day.

it was honestly pretty funny to watch yn get jealous. the hothead never really showed those type of emotions like that, so whenever hanni got the rare chance to see yn pouting, she savored it.

“you were jealouuusss,” hanni teased, looking at yn, who was sitting on the floor with her nintendo in hand, completely ignoring her. hanni had barged into the lesserafim dorms after yn ghosted her all day..

“fuck off,” yn muttered, eyes glued to her game, while hanni sat down beside her, resting her head on yn’s shoulder. “just wait until the day you get jealous.”

“i don’t get jealous,” hanni replied playfully, earning a nudge that knocked her head off yn’s shoulder.

it was all fun and games between them—at least for hanni. she knew yn didn’t have an insecure bone in her body, so there was nothing to worry about.

and neither did she.

or at least, that’s what she thought.

hanni wasn’t lying when she said she doesn’t get jealous, so the feeling she had in her chest at the moment was very foreign.

she sat beside hyein who had a big ipad in her hand showcasing a live on weverse with yn and eunchae.

she was originally in her room but then she heard a voice that sounded a lot like her girlfriend so she went to investigate only to see a giggling hyein who had her eyes stuck on the screen.

“yn was so nice to me today.” eunchae said to the live smiling brightly at yn who just rolled her eyes.

“shut up.” the girl mumbled squinting her eyes to see the chat since she didn’t have her glasses on her which made hanni shake her head in a scolding way at the screen, she was definitely gonna bother yn about that later.

“she got us matching bracelets!” eunchae exclaimed showing her wrist and picking up bus as well. a chrome hearts bracelet being around both of their wrists, yn was an ambassador for the brand.

yn snatched her wrist from muttering curses under her breath but anybody could tell that she was more flustered than angry which made hanni shift uncomfortably at the sight.

“has yn gotten you a matching jewelry from chrome hearts?” hyein always felt cool just saying yn without unnie ever since yn told her she didn’t have to.

“she has… plenty of times” hanni trailed off watching eunchae wrap her arms around yn who didn’t make any effort to push her off this time, “but not matching.”

“you guys are like kuromi and melody,” eunchae read the comment before turning to yn with a big smile, “are we?”

“no.”

“that means yes guys.” eunchae said interlocking her hand with yn who just ignored the girl keeping her eyes on the chat, but she didn’t argue.

a frown made its way to hanni’s face, her and yn’s relationship obviously wasn’t open to the public but their friendship sure one, and it was an ongoing joke between the two fandoms that yn and her were kuromi and melody.

she watched as this time yn didn’t pull her hand away from eunchae and let the younger girl keep their hands interlocked, a sick feeling making its way to her stomach.

she doesn’t know why this was bothering her so much, maybe it was fact that even when yn tried her hardest to act like she was annoyed by her, it was obvious that eunchae will always be someone who had a soft part for.

and hanni wasn’t gonna lie she wished she was the only person that yn had a soft spot for.

“I’m going to my room.” hanni announced not wanting to watch the live anymore, “I forgot to finish cleaning.”

“oh yeah, yn is sleeping over, you begged her.” hyein teased.

oh right…

“what the hell is your problem?”

hanni looked up from her phone to look at a clearly annoyed yn who pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose which made her look less intimidating, both girls sat beside each other on hanni’s bedroom floor.

“what?” hanni replied looking off to the side to avoid yn’s gaze.

“don’t what me,” yn said aggressively, “you’re the one who begged me to sleep over and you’re not even talking to me what the hell is your problem?”

“there isn’t a problem.”

there was definitely a problem, after watching the live hanni had spent the last hour watching yn and eunchae ship videos on youtube.

“so you think I’m stupid.” yn asked when deeply offended that hanni would even think that she would take that as an answer.

“maybe I will if you don’t believe me.” hanni said with an attitude, “I said there’s no problem, leave me alone.”

as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. before she could even process it, she was flat on her back against the fluffy carpet, yn straddling her, one hand firmly pinning hanni’s wrists above her head.

“let go of me!”

“I will after you tell me what’s wrong!”

”there’s nothing wrong you short stack of pancakes! let me go!”

“what the hell did you just call me?!”

“nothing! let me go!”

“I can do this all day, just communicate with me.”

“since when did you become a therapist, let me go!”

“I guess we’re staying like this.”

five minutes passed.

hanni stopped struggling breathing heavily looking up at yn who looked down at her unimpressed, “ready to talk.”

“you.”

“huh?” yn asked confused, her grip on hanni’s wrists loosening.

“I said you!” hanni exclaimed sitting up fast causing yn to fall off of her.

yn groaned as she sat up, “what are you talking about,”

“ask eunchae.” hanni grumbled.

“can you get to the point!” yn snapped, her patience was always slow, her pinning hanni down earlier was a great example of that.

“I’m jealous!” hanni snapped back, before covering her face with her hands, “ I’m jealous, alright?”

yn genuinely looked shocked at her girlfriends words, “you? jealous? why?”

“you and eunchae in your live today and you getting her matching bracelets and then letting her be all over you and then I went into this deep hole of watching ship edits of you guys,” hanni rambled.

“and YOU allowing her to call the both of you melody and kuromi when WE’RE melody and kuromi.” hanni exclaimed gesturing to their matching pjs hers and melody on it while yn had kuromi on hers.

there was silence for a couple of seconds before yn let out a small giggle.

“why are you laughing?” hanni asked in shock.

“because I never thought I’d see the day where you would be jealous and of eunchae? she’s like an annoying pet, but you’re my girlfriend.”

“this isn’t funny,” hanni grumbled shoving yn’s shoulder.

“it is!” yn replied, “because you have nothing to be jealous of its only you.”

“really?”

“yes,” yn rolled her eyes, “now please stop pouting it’s annoying.”

hanni wrapped her arms around yn who groaned, “that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” she teased, “and please never let eunchae call the both of you melody and kuromi that’s our thing.”

“ugh get off of me.”

[gurugirl]

I'm so excited I just signed up for you patreon! An early birthday present for meeeee 😁

Where should I start? What do you recommend? I don't even know where to begin! I'm like a kid in a candy shop looking through your master list 🤪

Ahhh yay! Happy early birthday sweetie! And thank you!! Also sorry this took so long to post. Took me a bit to put this together for you.

Let's see... where to start 🤔

You could begin with one of my completed series if you want something a little longer to get into.

The Trapper is set in the 1800s and it was nothing but a pleasure to write - Harry is a stoic trapper who goes into Y/n's small town to sell his trappings to the locals and always stays at her father's inn.

The Amateur is ceorry/sugar daddy x down on her luck burlesque dancer Y/n.

Or if you're looking for a one shot or a one-off you could check out a few of my faves...

Maybe Fate - Harry's someone from yn's past and he's a bit cocky but he's cute - pretty light hearted and an easy read

Rainfly (has 2 parts) - friends to lovers situation + camping/hiking/tent sex

The Ranch Hand is one of my absolute faves - it's angsty and messy but has a nice ending. Harry's a ranch hand and Y/n's dad owns the ranch he works on. She's a firecracker in this one.

Off-Menu - Harry and his family run a michelin star rated restaurant and Y/n thinks he's handsome. Lots of food and sex innuendos. Pretty light hearted.

If you're looking for a shorter series with smaller parts...

Loveable Rogue - one of my faves! It's a fully completed mini series with each part being around 3k-5k words. Gets angsty for a bit but happy ending.

F★ck You - enemies to lovers - happy ending. Three parts, shortish.

Poly/Nympho!harry - Harry x many women from Y/n's POV. Mostly just smut with some plot thrown in to keep it interesting. A reader fave!

Boyfriend's best friend - this is a cheatrry series. Reader fave - ongoing. It's starting to get angsty.

Little Flower - stalker harry - ongoing

I also have Tumblr extras and exclusives that won't be posted on Tumblr...

6 extras for ex-boyfriend's dad!harry

An extra for The Unicorn

An extra for The Arrangement

And extra for Best friend's dad

This list is just kind of some of the more popular ones I've got up but there's a lot there, I know!

I hope whatever you pick you wind up loving! Thank you so much for joining and please let me know what you think!

xoxo

[dontcallpanic]

hi there darling! I've got a pretty ask for you🩵

do you have any favorite quotes? why do you like them?

and, if you feel like they are incomplete or missing a bit, how would you complete them and why?

wish you a wonderful day and hope you're living the best life🫂🫂

Helo cariad! This is a pretty ask thank you SO much! You can definitely bet anything precious to you that this will be return served!

I have... Some... favourite quotes. I have a memory like a fish for them though so had to do some googling for ones I recognised. I've tried to cherry pick too for brevity!

They fall into three categories:

Proverbs/sayings

These are some of my favourites I have to admit!

Dod yn ôl at Fy Nghoed - which literally means coming back to my trees but on a deeper meaning is something like finding balanced/calm sense of mind! I love this one because i've had a number of lovely people say this to me at really important moments over the years. It really helps me find my 'roots!'

If ever tha does owt for nowt, do it for thisen - this an old yorkshire proverb which is quite famous but means if you ever do something for nothing, do it for yourself. Husbands family are deep yorkshire so I'm borrowing this one! Personally the way I interpret this is to be well, if you're going to do something for nothing, make sure you're enjoying it. Make sure it's something you care about, make sure it's worthwile to you. I mean this probably applies, even if you're getting something from it!

Words to live by

Dywed yn dda am dy gyfail, am dy elyn dywed ddim- This means speak well of your friend; of your enemy say nothing! There's an old matriarch of the village where I grew up who always said this to me. I really like it, not least because this way any enemies will never know what you're really up too and it's important to shout nice things about your friends.

Don't let the buggers get you down - my nain was a gentle firecracker of a woman and she ALWAYS said this to me. I stand by these words.

Fun/Book Quotes

Not all those who wander are lost (JRR Tolkien) - This is a favourite hobby of mine. Wandering and getting lost - but not really! But it works on multiple levels

It's still magic even if you know how it's done (Terry Pratchett - a Hat Full of Sky) - I love trying to keep that amazement alive. I have a social science research background, heavy on the science, but just becuase you can offer up an explanation for something, doesn't make it any less incredible. Plus, magic is awesome!

There have been times, lately, when I dearly wished that I could change the past. Well I can't, but I can change the present, so that when it becomes the past it will turn out to be a past worth having (Terry Pratchett - I Shall Wear Midnight) - This comes back to hope for the future and control of my life which are two very important things! I try to remind myself of this whenever things feel shit or overwhelming.

Cymer Amser, Cymer Ofal. Take time, take care - I have this framed on a picture behind my desk. And I love it... link/credit below! Just pure words to live by - it reminds me to breathe and to have compassion - for others and myself.

I was thinking - and I know that this is a cop out but I don't think I would add to any of these quotes. But I will explain - I have a bad memory for quotes so I like the shorter ones, or the ones that get accross a snapshot or a vibe or a sense of something so that the emotion of it lingers with you even if the words don't. Becuase of that, I don't think I would change anything about these - I like them just the way they are, because they are the way they are!

I hope this does some kind of justice to your ask - sorry if it's a bit... endless... or boring!

@gege-wondering-around Sending you lots of sunshine and nice things and a day/week that's full of joy and all the things you need! I hope you are living the BEST life too! Take time, take care! Cariad mawr!

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Noooo ohmygoodness I was so upset when YN wasn't there to greet our Ralphie but the sinking feeling in my gut never came to fruition 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 YN is an absolute FIRECRACKER😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏

Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: Ralph comes home, but your reunion does not go as planned. Words: 1.8k

The day Ralph had been waiting for had finally come: Monday, the day that he and Victoria would board a train and travel home. Home, where someone who loved him would be waiting for him to arrive.

He craved your kisses, he craved your embrace, he craved being alone with you in your secret spot in the park so he could tell you all about his time away. Not that he'd done anything but mope and write to you during the last week, but he planned on actually listening to Victoria on the ride home and relaying some of her stories, hoping to sound a little less like a lovestruck puppy.

You'd assured Ralph that you would meet him at the station, and he was delirious with joy. He'd always been jealous of couples at train stations, clinging to one another with absolute glee and need after spending time apart. This would be the first time Ralph got to be a part of one of those reunions, rather than being the lonely bloke staring jealously at someone else's. He couldn't wait.

After he'd pried Victoria away from her new boy toy and successfully moved her (and all her luggage) onto the train, Ralph watched the scenery fly by as his sister rambled. It was nothing interesting; mostly talk about the man whose tongue she'd been trying to swallow the whole time. Eventually, she tired herself out and fell asleep, and Ralph was left in blissful silence to think of your reunion.

What would he say to you first? Would he pick you up? Literally sweep you off your feet? Would you let him spin you around in a circle of love? Would you giggle as he kissed you for the first time in seven dreadful days? Would it be a deep kiss, or a million little kisses? Would he ever let you go again?

The time passed remarkably fast, for a journey that lasted several hours. Ralph stood when the train started to slow, lurching against the wall of the car when it finally stopped at his station. Victoria awoke from her nap, stretched, and looked at him sleepily.

"Eager, are we?"

"It's been a whole week, of course I am."

"What if she forgot?"

"She didn't," he says confidently, gathering his things.

"Sure," Victoria yawns. He leaves her there and makes his way to the exit.

He steps onto the platform and waits for you to come running. He looks this way and that, suddenly becoming very worried.

A voice from behind him says, "I told you so, Ralph. You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up." Victoria saunters off in the direction of the cabs, flagging down someone to load their bags.

Ralph is crushed. Maybe you really did forget. Maybe it only took a week apart for you to realize how peaceful your life was without him. Maybe Donald the Dull had finally made his move. Maybe someone better had come along. He touches his hand to his heart, hoping to soothe the pain, and feels the crunch of a letter stuck in an inside pocket for safekeeping. Your letter.

You wouldn't have written him a letter like that if you were going to leave him. Maybe you'd gotten the times mixed up? Perhaps you were sick? Or your mother prevented you from leaving? Yes, that's it. He'd think of an excuse to stop by and check on you on his way home.

You hated Donald Andrews.

You hated his dumb face, his greasy hair, his awful cologne, the way he looked down his pointy nose at you, the way he could not take the hint that you did not want him there. Your mother wanted him there. And seeing as how she was married to your father, Donald's presence in your home was extremely unnecessary.

He usually came on Saturdays, but he'd called last week and rescheduled, because his father was whisking him away to some boring event for boring men over the weekend. Of course it had to be Monday, the day you were supposed to meet Ralph at the station. You'd tried everything. Faking a headache, a stomachache, lady problems, oh dear, you were simply too miserable to receive guests. Your mother wasn't having it. You were infuriated.

You sat in the parlor with your mother and Donald and a clenched jaw as they talked about something you didn't care about. You stared at the rug and wondered how upset Ralph would be when you weren't there to greet him. Earlier in the day, you'd hoped that Donald would clear out in time for you to rush down to the station, but you had no such luck. They simply would not shut up.

After what felt like hours of glaring a hole in the floor - honestly, at this point, your mother and Donald the Dull should just admit that they're courting each other - you heard a voice that made your ears perk up. You listened closer, wondering if you'd imagined it, but no. Ralph Penbury was at your front door, speaking with Nancy.

Ralph knocked on your door softly, afraid your mother would be alerted. He sighed in relief when a pleasant blonde maid greeted him. He explained that you were meant to meet his sister at the train station when they returned, but they grew concerned when you were not there. He'd sent her home, weary from travel, and decided to check on you himself. The maid glanced worriedly toward the parlor door, when suddenly, the very girl he was looking for came bounding out of it. Instinctively, he stepped forward and opened his arms.

Without slowing down, you rushed right into him, knocking him back a step and wrapping your arms around him like you hadn't seen him in years.

"I missed you so much," you whispered tearfully into his neck. He'd never smiled so hard in his life. He closed his eyes and held you tight and lifted you off the floor, your bodies brought closer together by gravity. Seven whole days was far too long to go without this.

And then your mother hissed your full name in a way that made all of Ralph's hair stand up. He felt you tense, and he slowly released you back to the floor. You didn't turn to look at her.

"Young man, I did not invite you inside my home. You turn around and leave at once. And YOU," she seethed in an harsh whisper, "YOU get back in there and apologize to Donald RIGHT NOW."

Instead of moving, you closed your eyes and exhaled slowly. "OUT." The old woman snapped at Ralph again and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back toward the parlor. You opened your eyes, holding up your free hand to flash a one and a circle. Ralph nodded, knowing exactly where to go. Dropping your hand and turning your circle into a clenched fist, Ralph saw a fire begin to burn in your eyes as you turned and allowed the old bat to drag you away.

He apologized to the maid, knowing she'd surely get chastised for letting him in, even though she really didn't, and began walking toward the park. Although something inside of him told him that he should stay and protect you.

Seven minutes later, sitting nervously on your favorite bench in the park, Ralph hears panting and heavy footsteps. He stands up, and just like that, you're back in his arms again.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice full of concern. You're shaking. He should have stayed. He should have taken you with him. He's a coward, a useless coward, afraid of an old woman.

You pull back, and he sees that you're laughing. You're laughing and crying. He dries your cheeks with his handkerchief and asks again, "Are you alright?"

"For now," you laugh, still out of breath, moving to sit on the bench. He sits next to you, and waits for you to begin telling your story.

Your mother had dragged you to the door, turned around, and spoke in a low, threatening voice. "You will go in there, apologize to Donald, and beg his forgiveness. His mother says that he's planning to propose soon. You had better hope he hasn't changed his mind." You take in this information with your eyes narrowed. So Donald has the power to change his mind, does he?

"Is that understood?" You smile a sweet, sarcastic smile, knowing she wouldn't dare slap you in the face with Donald present. "In." She yanks the door open and waits for you to move.

You enter the room, and she follows. You perch on the edge of your seat as she returns to hers. Donald the Dull returns to his chair after you're both seated, looking unfazed by all this. Does nothing ruffle his feathers? Perhaps you'd give it a go.

"Dearest Donald, I am ever so sorry for running out on you. I do hope you'll forgive me," you say in your most convincing apology voice. You look to your mother. She's still visibly angry, but gives a sharp nod for you to continue. "You see, I fear I had too many of those delightful pastries, and they caused a bit of an intestinal disturbance." Donald looks confused, but your mother's eyes look like they're about to pop out of their sockets. Might as well go all in. "And Mother always said that a man should never hear his intended break wind before their wedding night. Alas, I fear I must leave you again, but DO have a pleasant date with Mother," you say as you rise from your chair and walk backwards toward the door, "and go easy on those pastries!"

You spin around and leave the room before your mother can gather her wits and murder you on the spot. You run out the front door and toward the park, cackling like a madwoman escaping from her own personal asylum, afraid to look back.

Ralph sits quietly, processing the story you've just told him. A laugh still lingers on your lips, your face flushed from your passionate re-telling of the event. And then, all of a sudden, he bursts into laughter. He pulls you close, and you wheeze together until your sides ache.

"I've never met anyone like you before," he laughs, wiping away a tear.

"I'm an endangered species; therefore, I'm going to wait right here in this park with you, until my father gets home to prevent me from becoming extinct."

"Do you really think she'll try to kill you?"

"It's a possibility. But if this is what finally scares Donald the Dull off… it was worth it."

[chanshoesunite]

Chan wants to see how you touch yourself

What to expect: smut, Chan telling YN what to do, Chan recording YN, fem!reader, masturbation (f and m), penetration

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): This picture fucked me up. I wanted to write something involving it for a few days, not knowing the exact premise, but then I watched SKZ Code #19 and ... well. You will see. If you enjoyed this, please reblog, leave a message or a like so we can descend into madness together

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), condomless sex, use of petnames, use of the word slut

Today the boys are filming a mukbang for SKZ Code and you are allowed to play mouse behind the scenes. It is glorious. You live for the members teasing your boyfriend, and you can always depend on Jeongin to push Chan’s buttons. You try to hold back your laughter as Jeongin instructs Felix to make the delicious food inedible before Chan can have a taste.

“Can you pour some water in the kimchijjim? You should eat all the meat!”, Jeongin says with a wide grin.

“NOOO, no, no, no!”; Chan screams, partly in good humour, partly upset because he really wants to try the tastiness they have rustled up.

Felix, being the sweet angel he is, does not comply with any of the instructions. Not even when you cheekily express the – in your opinion totally innocent – idea of mixing the kimchijjim with a big spoonful of wasabi. Chan shoots you a very dirty look at that.

When it is finally his turn to do the mukbang, Jeongin is right on teasing Chan again, and you are loving every second: “Don’t eat! Dance Maniac for us instead!”

As you silently collapse with laughter, Chan’s eyes slide towards you again with a pout.

“You are so dead! Tell me what to eat!”, he shouts, exasperated but still a smile on his face.

Finally, graciously, the boys allow him to stuff his face which he does happily. You watch him with a soft expression.

After the shoot, you wait for Chan while he changes into his own clothes. You bounce on your heels a little, feeling bubbly from having witnessed the kids having fun. When Chan emerges, he smiles at you and gives you a big hug.

“I won’t even ask if you enjoyed that, I saw you falling off a chair laughing”, he teases. He grabs your hand and you start walking.

“Can you blame me? Jeongin is such a firecracker”, you say, swinging his arm.

Chan nods and grins, but then halts his steps: “Oh damn, I forgot something in the green room – let’s get it real quick, yeah?”

He turns you around, ushering you back inside. You walk down some corridors, and it starts to feel curiously secluded. Before, you came across a few members of the crew, ready to leave or still talking shop. But now, you come across no one.

Suddenly, Chan pushes you up against the wall, kissing you fiercely. His open mouth caresses your lips, then your cheek, before sucking on your throat. With a moan, you let your head fall to the side, allowing him more access. Your hands roam his torso. He is so hot under your touch. Chan’s hands glide from your hips up to your breasts, squeezing them gently before abruptly letting go. You nearly stumble, but he catches you, leading you on again as if nothing had happened.

Not caring where you are headed, you follow along, trusting that Chan knows where he is going. He leads you into a room. It’s empty apart from a little table and a sizeable sofa which looks very comfy. Huh. You wouldn’t say no to staying here and resuming your actions from the corridor. You pull him close, attacking his lips again. He gently walks you back until you drop onto the sofa. Then he rights himself, shrugging out of his jacket.

“Chan? What are we doing?”, you say, enthusiastically shrugging out of your coat too.

He doesn’t reply at first, only picks up a camcorder lying on the table. He calmly turns it on. Then he looks at you with a little smirk: “You got to see me being ordered around, I feel like I should return the favour. So you see what that can feel like. How frustrating and…satisfying. Yeah?”

Your breath hitches. You swallow before whispering: “Oh? I am open to trying with you…”

“That’s my good girl”, he rumbles, “let’s start with you taking off your top, baby. And take your time”, he adds with an amused tone as you start tearing at your shirt.

Chastened, you bite your lip, looking up through your lashes. Slowly you lift your shirt above your head, leaving you in your bra.

“Lovely…now stand up and take off your jeans…turn around so I can see that juicy arse of yours”, his voice is collected, domineering.

You are enjoying his instructions, they make you feel sexy and desired. With a coquettish look behind you, you unbutton your jeans, slowly wiggling them down your legs. When you bend down to take them off entirely, you bend at the waist to give Chan a good view of your ass and pussy, covered in simple underwear. He makes an appreciative sound. Feeling triumphant, you right yourself, rubbing your thighs together – this whole situation is turning you on a lot.

“God, you are sexy… Stroke yourself. Yeah, down your sides. And your butt. Squeeze it and lean forward. Mmh, what a sight…Do your tits feel neglected yet? Take your bra off, princess.”

You trail your hands up from your arse to the clasps, slowly unhooking your bra. You let it gently fall down one arm to the floor. You decide to turn around, so Chan can enjoy the sight of your naked breasts. With a little sigh, you cannot help but let your hands start kneading them.

“I wish you were touching me instead”, you say, looking into Chan’s eyes while you tease your nipples, “your hands feel fucking fantastic on me.”

“That can be arranged”, he says roughly, palming himself through his jeans, not lowering the camcorder for a second, “but first you will give some attention to your pussy. I can see you getting wet from here.”

You bite your lip, flicking your gaze directly into the lens, and then back up to Chan.

“What shall I do then?”

“Touch yourself. Spread your legs so I can see. No, don’t take off your panties yet. Just touch yourself through the fabric.”

When you make an impatient noise, he laughs a little: “I will make it worth your while. Just a little bit more, baby…focus on how good you make yourself feel. You know exactly what you love, don’t you? You know just where to rub and press and tease.”

You close your eyes, relishing his voice and what your fingers do. He knows you just as well as you know yourself, and he gives you time to make yourself writhe from your own administrations. You buck your hips involuntarily the more turned on you get.

“Mhm…do you feel good?”, his voice drops lower and it’s so fucking hot, you cannot hold back the little moans spilling from your lips.

“Yes. But I need you. I want you inside me. Come join me!”, you open your eyes, and you see that he has his hard cock out, slowly stroking himself, “please?”

“In a bit. You are still in your panties aren’t you? Don’t you want to present me with a good view?”

Your knees nearly buckle from his words. “I definitely do!”

“Then hook your fingers in your panties and slowly pull ‘em down – fuck, look how they stick to your lips, you are so wet, aren’t you?”

You keen a little, his words paired with the sensation of your skin slowly releasing the wet fabric surprisingly erotic. Once your panties are around your ankles, you impatiently fling them off your legs. You rake your hands across your torso, needing to be touched, needing to feel more. Your legs are once again rubbing against each other to give yourself friction.

“You are so needy, baby”, Chan groans, clearly enjoying your frustration, keeping up his slow strokes along his dick.

“Needy for your cock”, you whine.

“Do you think your own fingers might help? Sit down. Spread your legs. Wider. Yeah, that’s that view I was talking about. Just look at you. What a pretty picture. Try fucking yourself on your hand.”

Your feet are up on the couch, knees pressed as far apart as you can. Your hand trembles as you let it wander between your lower lips, slipping a finger inside your cunt. You slide it in and out, adding your other hand to stimulate your clit. You have closed your eyes again, head thrown back.

“This just isn’t enough! I need you in me, please.”

Chan pumps his hand quicker at the wanton sight of you.

“Fuck – alright, baby girl”, he finally relents, and you moan your relief. You watch him set down the camcorder to continue filming you on the couch. You admire his broad back and when he turns around, your eyes wander between his throbbing cock and his soft lips. You cannot wait to feel his touch.

Chan does not undress. He gathers you in his arms and sits back down, you on top of him. You cover him with little kisses before showing him how frustrated you were by aggressively biting his lips and licking into his mouth. His roaming hands warm you up, even though you are already burning with desire. He squeezes your arse, and you automatically roll your hips against his length. You moan, lifting yourself up to finally take him in. Chan grabs your jaw lightly and leans his forehead against yours, breaking the kiss and stopping your motion.

“You have to keep giving a good performance, princess”, he grins. “Show them how you take my cock, you sexy little slut.”

He pushes you to your feet and turns you around. He moves your legs either side of his knees, so you are once again obscenely open. Holding your hips tightly, he guides you back down. Chan’s cock nudges at your entrance. You groan, slowly bouncing up and down, taking more and more of him in with each motion. You love the feeling of being filled up.

Once you are flush with his body, you just sit on him for a moment, until he twitches his dick, making you laugh.

“Keep touching your clit, baby, and let me bounce you”, he says, which causes your pussy to clench in turn.

You do as he says and admire his strength helping you move up and down. You ride him with abandon, staring into the camera. You cannot wait to see the finished product.

“Chan, I’m close”, you breathe and he groans.

“I know, baby, so am I – you feel amazing.”

He kneads your flesh, fucking into you with more powerful thrusts. Your orgasm builds and in a delicious wave crashes over you. You nearly go limp, unable to move while you ride your high, but Chan keeps up his pumping, going harder, faster until he too comes inside you. All tension leaves your body and you let yourself fall against him. You both breathe heavily, and he presses a soft kiss to your temple. For a minute, you just luxuriate in your shared afterglow.

“I love you”, you say. “When can we watch the video?”

Chan laughs and replies: “As soon as we get home, if you wish? I am so glad I actually turned it on, you naughty little minx.”

[avtrbee]

please more gojo and fushiguro kids or gojo and his first years + yn moments!!

Notes: a little angsty and implied past!SatoSugu/Reader, Sugu still loves them, but they aren’t his goals anymore. reader is a female here w/ she/her pronouns. this is more getou centric than it is yn x gojo but there are a sprinkle of fushiguro kids here!! hope you enjoy (more notes at the end of the fic :>)

Three's a Crowd

summary: Suguru leaves and massacres his village, leaving you and Satoru with the consequences. 

tw: jjk0 spoilers, mentions of murdering children

Satoru marries you as soon as it settles within him that Suguru was never coming back. 

It came to no surprise to no one, you two were betrothed in childhood, after all, only you weren’t supposed to marry a year earlier. Satoru tried to play it off, waving his hands dismissively,  with an easy smile on his face. “Why bother waiting? We’re only delaying the inevitable.”

In truth, he sees you fading. You were quiet most of the time, a far cry from the firecracker of a sorcerer you once were. He would spot you in the most random places staring into space, trying your best to recall every conversation you had with Suguru. Maybe you were trying to recall the past to see hints you overlooked, any clue that might have foreshadowed Suguru’s sudden change. Either way, Satoru sadly watches you walk around the campus aimlessly, with no real destination in mind, staring at the sky, the grass, and the trees, but never really in your head.

There is a certain look in your eyes, the kind that tries its best to look normal but it’s only a mask to hide utter numbness. It grips Satoru’s heart like a vice when he recognizes it and sends him into a blind panic. He’s seen that look before. You were a ship without an anchor, mindlessly floating away to the sea, oblivious to where you were heading. 

So he’ll be your rock if it meant he could keep you here with him. He had not noticed Suguru fading away, spiraling deep inside his own head, the world collapsing on his shoulders until he finally snapped, leaving him to run away from high school and back to his hometown. If only Satoru noticed, if only Satoru saw, then maybe he would still be here. 

He knows of your dutiful nature. Satoru knows every detail about your upbringing and how your clan has instilled into you how to be his perfect bride and wife, and he knows how you hated being reduced to such a thing. But he married you anyway knowing that this marriage will override anything else going inside your brain. He knows that your childhood lessons will take over. It is manipulative, but if this is the only way he could keep you from leaving, leaving like Suguru did, then he’ll take it. He can’t lose any more people. That is a lie. He can. He can’t lose you. 

“Hey, welcome back.” 

Your voice greets him as soon as he closes the door and Satoru can’t help but to sag his shoulders in relief. It was always good to be home. Home is where he could relax, let his guard down in peace knowing that no assassin or curse would even dare to enter it. Home is where he could shed the skin of the Strongest Sorcerer and simply be Satoru. Home is where his wife is. 

You give him a bright smile as he trudged down to the hallway with his heavy steps echoing on the floor before he threw himself on you, his arms encircling you to a hug. 

“Hey-” The scent of apples fill his sense of smell as his nose nuzzles on your neck like a cat, promptly ignoring your protest. It was when he felt your hands run through his hair and settle on his neck did he finally relax, almost melting onto you on the spot. Home is safe. Home is you.

“Someone’s needy today.” You tease, but never for a second loosening your grip. You need this as much as he does. He is home. 

“I just missed you, ‘is all.” His response is muffled on your neck. He sniffs you loudly, like some dog sniffing for bombs- prompting a short laugh from you- before letting you go with a grin on his face. 

The past few years have been bliss. Satoru is happy and you’ve been so happy recently which makes him even happier. There is a certain bounce on your step, one that he hasn’t seen since the Star Plasma Vessel, and you’ve been smiling and laughing more- a far cry from the void and empty look you gave everyone months ago. And your eyes, god, Satoru is willing to kneel and praise whichever god exists if it meant your eyes were back to their usual sparkle. 

Getting you back was hard, but you were worth it. Satoru would have to drag you to cafe’s, encouraging you to try out their menus, desperately trying to ignore the way you seem to function in autopilot, like you’re doing things but you’re not really there. You would raise your spoon to your lips, tasting sweets that Satoru knows is tasteless in your mouth, and whisper quietly how you like it just to assure him.

But now you’d casually hint on new stores or cakes you’d like to try, you even insisted on watching movies every first Sunday of the week- barely any watching and more kissing and fucking, if he’s honest- but god, he’d do whatever you’d ask him to. Sometimes he’d come home and you’d surprise him with a date with a reservation to some steak restaurant in some skyscraper with the view of all of Tokyo below you. 

If this was what marriage was like with you, he would have married you sooner. 

But he had news. Bad news. The kind that punches a hole in his heart, leaving him numb and hollow. The kind that would make you spiral again. Satoru finds his hand on your cheek, and he relishes how you nuzzle it.

He wants to stomp his feet on the floor like a child, throw a tantrum, break a vase or two. It wasn’t fair. He just got you back, and now you might drift away again- floating through each room looking like you’d rather be anywhere else.

“What is it?” You ask, and your voice brings him out of his thoughts. Satoru has realized too late that he has let his guard down way too quickly around you. Again. You do that to him. 

He feels your palm grip his hand that was on your cheek like you were bracing yourself for a storm. On your hand he sees your marriage ring glint under the light. Satoru takes a deep breath. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard,” he admits. Yaga would have definitely contacted you, but maybe his sensei had wanted him to break the news. “All sorcerers above Grade level 2 are ordered to prepare for war.”

Satoru braces himself for your response. He’d protect you from all of this if he could, but even he knows what the enemy is capable of. They need every sorcerer they could get, especially one as valuable as a semi-special grade Gojo Y/N. You are not an anomaly like him, but Satoru has seen you in battle. He would win the fight against you, but you would make him work for it. 

“I see,” you whisper, bringing his hand down back to his waist before letting go. “What are my commands?”

“We will gather in Shibuya as soon as we can. The Night Parade of 100 Demons will start at sundown.” A glance at the clock shows that it’s already 5PM, and he didn't need to look at the window to see the sunlight slowly fading. Satoru has tried to delay this news as long as he could. 

“But what about Megumi and-” You begin but he cuts you off. 

“They will be safe. I’ve put up extra enchantments and you know that no one can beat your talismans,” he teases. “No curse will be able to enter this house once we leave. And if they do, Megumi will know what to do.”

“Does Tsumiki have her glasses?” 

Satoru nods. Tsumiki had begged and begged for a pair, and despite your protests, you found yourself embedding your cursed energy in a pair of glasses when she shed a few tears admitting she felt left out. 

A pregnant pause holds the room and finally, you ask, “Did he do this?”

Satoru freezes and braces himself. There was no use on lying to you. You know him inside and out just like he knows you. “Yes.”

To his surprise, you flip your hair and scoff. “Figures. Only he would name an attack that dramatic.”

It made Satoru’s mouth twitch in amusement. “Let's go say good night.”

-

“Something is wrong,” you murmur, looking at the Tokyo skyline. You stand before your colleagues, squinting at your environment. Civilians have been long evacuated, with veils covering the entire city. Tokyo’s skyscrapers look so unimpressive with all the curses curling and floating around them in different shapes and sizes.

From your position, you could already spot several curse users taking their positions. You spot a foreigner and a woman on top of a building looking down at you. At your peripheral, you see a huge curse open its mouth widely, revealing two girls inside. Those must be his daughters, you think. 

You see the blonde one stand and scream enthusiastically, “Here we go!”

And as if by cue, the battle has begun. You feel your cursed energy surge through your body as you reach out feeling a cursed sword materialize out of a pocket in space in your hand. You run to the nearest curse with one thought in mind- where was Suguru?

-

You were either rusty or you just miscalculated how many curses Suguru had at his disposal, so it must be the latter. You defeated the first curse you had pretty quickly, but another has popped up in its place as soon as you exorcised it. But that was a few hours ago.

You don't know what time it is, and somehow you've been pushed back to the outskirts of Tokyo as this snake-like curse had you following him like a car chase. You hear an ear-deafening boom! and the ground beneath your shakes violently. You suspect it was another one of those giant curses that you saw back in Shibuya, so you quickly materialized throwing knives out of the air to throw at the snake to end the battle quickly. Your knife hits its head, and almost immediately the curse sizzles away in smoke.

Your head lifts and searches the sky for the source of the boom or any sign of a giant curse, but instead, you found yourself frozen in your place. You didn't even realize you were near Jujutsu High, which sends you into a short panic after remembering that Yuuta and Maki were left on campus.

It was almost painful to see him this way- struggling to walk, relying on the wall to hold his weight. His right face was scarred and his right arm is so bloody you were surprised he hasn’t passed out from blood loss.

You have never seen Suguru so weak…yet so strong. His eyes that used to look at you with such warmth are replaced with cold determination. His mouth that spoke comforting words to your ears now mutters about a ‘next time’, whispering reverent mumbles about Rika. Suguru is far too gone. 

But why does your heart still yearn for him all the same?

It takes him 5 exact seconds to notice you.

“I was wondering when I’d see you,” he greets as Suguru slumps on the wall before sitting down. He has an easy smirk on his face- an expression you’ve seen a hundred times before- like his left hand wasn’t squeezing his right shoulder to soothe his missing arm.

“Suguru,” you managed to greet him without stuttering. 

Suguru’s eyes rake your body up and down before finally settling on your hand where a ring shines on your finger. “Finally tied the knot, huh? I suppose I’m years late to offer my congratulations…” He sniggers, before looking you in the eye. “I visited your house before I dropped by-” Suguru said as you felt your blood run cold and your stomach drop. “I understand why you took the Zenin kid under your wing, but the monkey? I-”

“If you lay a hand on Tsumiki,” You warn, your hand buzzing with cursed energy as an axe appears on your palm.  I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Suguru taunts daringly, with a smile on his face. He stares up at you from the floor like he was a king staring down at a peasant. “What will you do to me, if I did? What would you do if I said you’d go home to two rotting corpses in your house, Y/N-chan?”

“Then I will kill your daughters,” You reply with a cold tone as a newfound anger you’ve never felt before surges through your body. You walk towards him slowly, before crouching down to his height. “You think I didn’t hear of a Buddhist monk supposedly creating miracles in the countryside with two girls following him around?” You whisper in his ear. “My children for yours, Suguru.”

It was a lie if you ever knew one. In truth, you wouldn’t know what you’d do, but Suguru didn’t need to know that. But as you met his unflinching gaze, you somehow knew Suguru had caught you bluff like you caught his. 

Suguru let out a huff of laughter while you suddenly realized how close you were as you felt his breath warm your face. He looks at you again, this time with the eyes you were so familiar with- cold eyes now looking back at yours with a warmth like he always did. And with a whisper so soft and gentle that you’d think Suguru wasn’t dying or insane, that you weren’t in an alleyway, but instead in your bed at jujutsu highschool, sandwiched between two men who loved you the most, with each hand clutching the other, he whispers, “You’ve changed.”

You fight back a scoff. It's been a while since you've seen each other, but you suppose he's right. High school Y/N have just hit him in the shoulder for such a statement. You were a sorcerer, and being indifferent to death is a common thing. You've experienced missions where your partner loses his life while you got to go home- high school Y/N was alright with that. But you were still so naive. You thought you knew loss and death well enough to be numb until you lost Suguru. Maybe it's why you cling to the people you have left so tightly because you aren't sure you'd survive another loss again.

He raises his remaining hand to cup your cheek with his thumb caressing your face. You close your eyes trying to relish in his warmth. When was the last time he spoke to you like this?

“You changed me,” you admit as you gave him a sad smile. There were so many things you wanted to say, so many apologies threatening to burst from your lips, countless unsaid confessions that want to spill out but your lips only quivered when you opened your mouth. But then Suguru gave your cheek a soft squeeze like he was telling you that all of the things you wanted to say but couldn’t- he knew. He always had. 

“I’ve done many things that I don’t regret,” he confesses, “but the last thing I ever wanted to do was to hurt you.”

A breath hitched at your throat. You opened your mouth to say something- anything, but Suguru has dropped his hand from your face and turned his head away from you and towards the street. “You finally made it, Satoru.”

The mention of Satoru made your head twist to the street to find him standing in all his glory. Without a word, you stood back up and walked towards your husband. You feel your axe disappear as Satoru reaches for your hand, pulling you close to him as soon as you were near. His two large hands cup your face, twisting gently while eyeing little cuts and specs of blood littered across your face. His eyes stare at you asking a silent question, are you okay? 

You give him a smile. What have you ever done to deserve such a husband? Always so attentive and kind to almost anyone but himself. Instead, you kiss his cheek in response before walking away from the two men. You stopped after a few steps, closed your eyes, and blocked their conversation out of your ears.

You had your closure. It was time for his. 

-

“You should atleast curse me as I go.”

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here's my masterlist

a/n: (skip to the break ("-") if you don't wanna read this extra bits of info about this fic :3

Gojo mentioned Maki and her glasses once in passing and ever since then she has been begging for a pair. I think Gojo also enrolled her in some sort of self-defense classes just in case.

Y/N"s cursed technique here is something a combination of Steven Universe's Pearl and Fairy Tail's Erza's abilities. Like Erza, she can summon weapons and armor to enhance herself, and like Pearl she stores said weapons in some kind of "arsenal" (like how Pearl stores her staff inside her gem). I imagine her arsenal will be her Domain Expansion tho hehe

Y/N can also make cursed weapons with her cursed energy!!

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i love gojo,,,but lately ive been deep inside my satosugu feels :(( theyre like my dream tag team honestly, THE dream tag team tbh. this fic was supposed to be longer with the ending supposed to be of satoru's initial breakdown after he blasts suguru but i felt like i was stretching the fic wayy too much. (i'd probably still post it if you guys wanna read it but pls dont expect much lmao) please dont be scared to comment or express how you think, or if you have any tips/suggestions on how i could improve my writing <3

[btskitten7]

Homesick.

Kim Namjoon is happily (maybe) married with two beautiful girls that are his whole entire world. Nothing means more to him than Army, his members, and his family. But things start to change when he sees his wife could be using their marriage as an opportunity than actual love. Just to make things more complicated...

He may have fallen in love with the babysitter.

word count: 2.2k

introduction.

“She’s a little sick today, she’ll be fussy but she should fall asleep after you give her the medicine after dinner”

Namjoon said running down the list of duties as he always did when you came to watch sweet little Sky. You’ve been watching his little girls for a year, you know how this works by now.

“ She has been very cuddly as of late, I hope you’re okay with that tonight, yn”

You smiled and nodded.

“ I don’t mind that, she’s the sweetest little thing. You go have fun, I got this” you reassured him, patting his arm lightly before you reached for Sky, who had no issues leaning forward to be in your arms. Namjoon always took note of that. “Is Sunnie at her friend’s house tonight?”

“ ah, yes. She’ll be there and you’ll see her this weekend! I really ap-”

“Oh come on, Joon. You do this every time. Y/n know what to do by now, let’s get out of here already” You heard his wife coming into the kitchen pulling her dress down as she walked to her husband. “I know she knows, I just wanted to-”

His wife rolled her eyes and smiled “Baby- our princess will be fine. It should be fairly easy since our little firecracker is away for the night. Besides, Y/n has our number shou-SHOULD anything happen which it never does.” she said looking at you before looking back at Joon, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips and fixing his suit jacket a little.

You should be used to it by now–it happens every time but the way Joon always panics before they leave and his wife always destresses him it’s usually the other way around for the other children you nanny for. Joon’s kids are his pride and joy. It would kill him if something happen to either of them, which is why you always try your hardest to make sure nothing happens as you did with all the kids you watched but you had to admit, you had to take different precautions when it comes to Kim Namjoon of BTS’ kids.

“Now, let’s go before you’re late and Seokjin’s wife chews you out,” she said giggling before leaning over to give sky a kiss and a sweet pat on your shoulder before telling you goodnight, pulling Joon towards the door.

“Goodnight y/n, please, if you need anything- don’t hesitate to call okay?” Namjoon yelled as he was dragged out the door. “Trust your good judgment honey, we trust you” His wife smiled as she reached to close the door behind Joon.

You giggled softly and looked down at the sweet girl herself. Kim Sky. She looked back up at you and smiled brightly, pushing out small but strong and cute words that you had no clue what meant but it was warming nevertheless. She’s shy of 10 months and taking the world by storm. Her little babbles continued as you sat her in her high chair and waltzed around the kitchen preparing her dinner. You missed Sunnie. She was just like her name, a ball of sunshine, probably brighter than the sun. She’s turning 4 soon and she has so much to say. She’s very smart, you kinda figured since her parents are extremely smart.

You spent a lot of time with the girls so knowing what they’d like and wouldn’t like was second nature to you– Sometimes you found yourself telling their parents that anything green that wasn’t fruit wasn't their fave. You’ve been their personal nanny- if you will– since before Sky was born. It was a little early you thought. You couldn’t imagine being away from your baby that young, you’d want to be around your child every moment you could, but maybe that changes after a second child.

Who knows for sure?

Sky’s small hands' patter along her high chair’s tray, making no beat in particular but just loving the sound of the new noise she’s able to make. Her wide smile made your heart melt as you pulled a chair towards her.

“You’re just like your daddy huh? Love music” you smiled and lifted your phone to record the cute moments from this small, innocent being. After putting on a full concert, you decided to send it to her daddy which only made his heart flutter.

Namjoon loved seeing things like this, and you knew that.

“Let’s have some yummy uhh -potatoes and peas…” you giggled looking over at Sky who you knew weren’t going to be a fan. She loves the potatoes but it’s the peas that are not her favorite.

Nevertheless, you did your best to entertain her so much while she was eating, she didn’t even realize she was eating peas. You watched her as she munched and suck on the food in so much happiness. Smiling, you reached down and gather some more onto your spoon and fed her once more.

‘Mmm mmm’ fell from her little lips as she waited for her next spoonful, you heard your phone buzz across the table.

Mr. Kim: Thank you for the video, she has made my day much better. Mr. Kim: Also, I know sky doesn’t like peas too much, I haven’t been able to get to the store and when I asked Veronica, she…bought Peas and Potatoes…so I’m sorry if she’s giving you a hard time.

You giggled.

Y/n: It’s not a problem. She’s eating well. I think my airplane tactics are working. We’re going to take a little medicine and cuddle on the couch until it’s time to sleep. Please enjoy your night.

Namjoon’s nerves were calmed after talking to you. He smiled softly and placed his phone back into his pocket as he sipped on his drink lightly, engaging back in the conversation.

His wife was networking like she always did—

She’s an event designer. She makes clothing for a lot of idols and at one point in time she was a seamstress for Bangtan, that was his first encounter with her before he ended up in a marriage. He didn’t mind her job, he didn’t even mind her networking. Bangtan had to do the same thing when they were starting out but they never had the same opportunities she does being married to one of them. He didn’t like that sometimes she took intimate parties like this one, celebrating Seokjin’s anniversary, to try and promote herself.

“Oh yes, I have the perfect vision for your wife sir. An absolutely beautiful-stunning really- baby blue dress with a pretty long train and a slit on the side.”

Namjoon just smiled and nodded, trying to be the supportive husband he knew he was but it’s things like this that always pissed him off. The members and a few of his friends had already made comments about this very thing, and no matter how much you tried to talk to her about it, she’ll always say, “ It’s innocent baby, everyone needs a designer.”

“Ah thank you so much, but no, we haven’t thought much about our renewal but once we give it more thought, we’ll give you a call right honey?”

Namjoon smiled softly and led his wife to the bar where his eyes grew dark.

“Darling, I thought we discussed this. You won’t advertise yourself.”

“Oh baby, I was just offering a friend a service-”

“Baby, you didn’t know them until tonight. This is an important night for our friends and you're networking.”

“Honey, relax. It’s all innocent baby.” She smiles and orders another glass of white wine.

Namjoon rolled his eyes softly and leaned his back on the bar, overviewing the guest as his phone buzzed yet again, he noticed his wife was off networking again as if he didn’t say a word.

Y/n: I’m sorry for bothering you but I wanted to let you know, that the little princess is asleep. Is there anything else you would like me to do while I wait for you guys?

Namjoon chuckles and smiles.

Mr. Kim: Ahh, thank you. She’s been having the hardest time, I’m assuming she didn’t give you any trouble? & no, nothing but the usual. Just enjoy yourself. Have you eaten yet?

Y/n: Oh, no. We played a little before bed and she tired herself out. But I haven’t eaten since lunchtime. I was just about to order something.

Mr. Kim: That’s one way to do it. Lol. I can order you something, just send me what you want and I’ll have it sent.

Y/n: You don’t have to do that Mr. Kim- really. I can afford it. I don’t want to use your money.

****Mr. Kim sent you $200 now your balance is $1,430****

Mr. Kim: Don’t even think about sending it back. Enjoy your dinner.

You puffed your cheeks and giggled to yourself as you scrolled down to figure out what you wanted before you decided on ramen from your favorite shop not too far from here.

$200 dollars was a little overboard but nevertheless, you didn’t mind eating from your favorite place.

The clock read 12:40 pm and you held little Sky in your arms on the couch. She was laying comfortably on your chest, halfway asleep yourself when your phone constantly buzzed, causing the small whimpers from Sky’s mouth to wake you up almost immediately. While keeping baby girl securely in your arms, you shuffled around looking for your phone that somehow ended up on the floor.

“H-hello?” you mumbled making small circles on her back to soothe the small child on your chest.

“Mimi?” you heard Sunnie whisper between her tiny cries.

“What’s the matter baby?” you asked, more awake and alerted. “Are you okay?”

“*sniffle* yes…*sniffle* I want to come home..”

You didn’t question it a second more, after telling her you were on your way, you changed Sky into some warmer clothes since it had started to rain. Stopping by Sunnie’s room you grabbed her favorite blanket which you realized her parents forgot to pack. She can’t live without this blanket let alone sleep without it.

You headed down the road to her little friend's house after receiving the address from the girl’s mother. Parking your car, you got out and carefully got Sky out before heading up the walkway to where it took only a few moments for you to be greeted by Sunnie and the mother.

Instantly she ran to you and held your little legs tightly, you ran your fingers through her hair.

“Everything was okay until it was time to sleep and I brought out Lei’s special stuffed toy to sleep with. She realized she didn’t have her blanket and kept waking up through the night. Then she asked to call her daddy but we couldn’t get a hold of him then we found your number on her backpack next to his and she wanted to call you. So we did. I’m really sorry to call you and baby girl out in this weather.”

You smiled and waved her off. “I’m glad you called, her parents are at a party for their friend’s anniversary. They should be on their way home soon but I got her. She can’t sleep without this blanket, maybe we’ll try again next time hm?” you smiled down at Sunnie who just kept hugging you.

You said your goodbyes, loaded the girls up, and headed home.

Once you arrived you saw Namjoon and his wife pull up after you.

Worry was painted all over his face as he saw you get his little girls out of the car.

“What happened?” he asked walking over to you taking Sunnie into his hands while you got Sky.

“You forgot her blanket, so she couldn’t sleep. Nothing too bad. She just wanted to come home”

Namjoon sighed softly as you guys got into the house and out of the rain. “I totally forgot, I thought I had stuck it in there. Daddy’s sorry princess” he said kissing her head softly as she cuddled into her daddy with her blanket.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You were busy, it’s easy to forget.” You said gathering your belongings. “Where’s Veronica?” you asked noticing that she didn’t walk into the house after you two. Joon sighed.

“She decided to go with some friends to the bar. I’m pretty beat and we have so much to do this weekend, I want to spend some time with the girls,” he said watching you gather your things. You nodded.

“Well, have a good night and I’ll see you this weekend” You smiled turning to head to the door

“Y/n-” Joon said standing after setting a sleeping Sky on the couch gently. “Why don’t you stay the night? It’s really rainy and cold outside, you’ve been out there once no need to go back. It’s so late just stay in the guest room and tomorrow maybe, if you want we can take the girls somewhere?”

“Oh thank you, do you this veronica will mind?”

“She wouldn’t, she loves you just like me. She probably won’t even be home tonight” Joon said nonchalantly.

You didn’t question it at the time but maybe you should have.

Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed the night.

Or any other night.

Maybe you should have set boundaries.

Because now you’re in love with a married man.

Who's children you watch btw.

Who’s also in love with you…

[jboofan]

There's something wrong with Manager Kim Part 12

Coffee confessions

Yoongi cleared his throat as he followed the laughter to a large corner table where YN was presently smiling at an impression that Jungkook was making.

He spied YN as she was smiling with everyone, you'd think she was their eighth member; although to be fair it had always felt like she was in a way. She was laughing at something Jin had said, and Yoongi saw he genuinely smile. It was warm and came with ease, and he felt annoyed he had never been a recipient of one.

"You OK?" asked Yoongi as Tae quickly stood to move down a seat as Yoongi sat down next to her. Feeling the slight breeze, he cleared his throat as the conversation turned to food, and a waiter put down a hot drink in front of her. 

"I'm good," she said as she sat tracing the rim of her mug, thanking the waiter.

Everyone tried to crowd onto the table, causing Yoongi to have to shuffle his chair closer to hers, until their knees touched.

Her phone rang, and like many of the others, they watched YN glanced at the phone, register the caller and put her drink down.

"Everything o—"

Yoongi saw her smile disappear and replaced with a poker face and then she was all business again. He was just about to go check in on her when—

"Excuse me," she waited for the boys to move back.

He looked up at her, getting up so she could get past him to walk away. Yoongi held her waist and guided her along the table, their hips rubbed as she got a little past him.

He sat back down, took a sip and met his gaze.

"Yoongles you need to let me past," phone still in hand she pointed to the fact she was standing between his legs.

He smiled again.

'What?" she looked at him annoyed.

Yoongi shook his head smiling, "Nothing."

"OK, well if you are done with 'nothing' you gonna let me?"

She could hear the stress in Secretary Kim's voice and she needed to take care of things.

He watched her wander off to the front of the restaurant, face pensive as she listened intently. The way she sat down at an empty table, touching the end of the table, before straightening the cutlery. She always had to touch everything, his mouth curled into a small smile as he took a sip of his Americano.

"What's up?" Hobi followed his line of vision to YN in on the phone, as Yeonjun grinned at her as he sat down opposite.

"That shit."

He didn't blame Yeonjun for wanting to be around YN. She was attractive, intelligent, passionate, talented and a real firecracker. But Yoongi wasn't prepared to share her with anyone.

The others turned to see who he was talking about.

"He's been panting after her since yesterday, if he doesn't sort himself out... I'll have to put him in the ground," Yoongi hadn't realised how low his voice had become. Was he, jealous??

Soon she was back at the table, moving back past him to grab her handbag. Curious as to why she wasn't sitting back down again, unsure how to ask, especially in front of everyone else he gestured to her jumper.

"Why aren't you wearing a jacket?" he asked randomly, it's freezing out here.

"I like the cold," she smiled, "besides I have a warm drink." She picked it up, and took a rushed sip. "Guys," she smiled, "I have to go. Pressing stuff to take care of, etcetera etcetera."

"But you've not even eaten," Yoongi pointed to her barely touched croque Monsieur, not even having a chance to quiz her on her conversation with the TXT boy.

"You need to eat," Jin backed him.

"I don't have the time to sit and eat. And I don't like to eat in the car."

Yoongi wasn't listening as he called over a waiter. "Can you pick these to go please?" He felt the warm cup. "Actually make a fresh one, quickly."

'Why was he sat at your table?" he had to know. "What did he want?"

"Nothing.."

Yoongi was beyond pissed, not that YN understood why, but saw the vein in his neck pop, only made worse when he looked up and and saw his face at the buffet.

"And what did he say about that?" he said through gritted teeth.

YN followed Yoongi's line of vision to the far side of the restaurant and Yeonjun.

"It really doesn't matter. Just said hello, made small talk. Just leave it Yoongi." Sensing the awkwardness between the two of them, YN ignored the feeling.

He searched her eyes, saw Yeonjun look over in their direction which pissed him off even more! Yoongi pulled YN even closer to the point she was almost in his lap.

Jimin looked at Yoongi and sensed something wasn't right.

"What's up Hyung?"

"I think it's time to teach Yeonjun not to mess with me or mine.."

"YNie what did he say to you?" Jimin tried to calm the situation.

YN tried to diffuse the situation, it was making the younger boys all worked up too.

"Guys, seriously it was nothing. I was on the phone, advised I couldn't talk but he still sat down to say good morning and ask if I was about later. He said he would wait you out.." she shook her head, "OK that sounded bad in my head and out loud too."

Yoongi was seething.

"Let's see what he can say when he's picking up his teeth from the floor," he got up, but YN grabbed his hand with both of hers and yanked him hard to stop him; Namjoon and Jungkook both got up to back Yoongi up.

"Guys this isn't high school. Sit down. And you two as well," she whispered loudly pointing to Jungkook and Namjoon too. Yoongi stood still, wanting to go and ram his hand through Yeonjun's perfectly coiffed head.

Once everyone resumed eating she decided to be on her way.

"Ok have a fab time in Jeju and let's all catch up when you get back. Kook please eat some goddamn fruit," she sighed as he carried on eating.

"Oh my god, I told you guys I'm fine."

"Well, I made sure Jin has your poopy tablets if you need them. Ok?" she smoothed his hair down in a way she knew embarrassed him before laughing. "Just make sure you take care of yourself!"

"Noonaaa," he whined, roughing his sleepy hair back up again.

"Fine fine, I'll stop bullying you," she teased, turning to give Jin a hug.

"YN Noona, how come you don't have an engagement ring?" Jimin pointed out.

Yoongi hadn't even opened his mouth, and she had already answered for him like a pro.

"We weren't sure how ARMY would take it, so thought it best to not bring attention to ourselves."

"ARMY would be estatic that Yoongi has found his happiness," Namjoon chided. "Don't worry about them, just be happy."

“That’s something to think about, jagiya,” he drawled. Then he dug around desperately for a topic that would move the conversation into a new direction. But before he’d been able to think of anything, Jimin was at it again.

“Jagiya?! Shit, who are you and what have you done with Suga Hyung??"

He stared at YN’s left hand, with its short, pedicured nails, her expensive watch and no rings whatsoever. Damn it, he’d totally forgotten. Of course he should have given her a ring. A fake diamond for his fake fiancée.

He opened his mouth with no idea what he was going to say, when he felt YN's put her hand over his and give it a squeeze.

“He wanted to, but I didn't want it to impact on you all as a group. Honestly, a ring would only get in the way. I’d be terrified I’d take it off to wash my hands and wash the ring down the drain or something. Once we’re married, I’ll wear a wedding ring, though, of course.”

"Well, least kiss her goodbye in front of us," Taehyung and Jimin blushed and giggled.

Yoongi began to protest, but Hobi pushed him towards her. "Yeah, give her a kiss loverboy! You're not gonna see her for two whole days!"

The car was waiting diligently as they neared, and she was already starting to open the door.

Yoongi almost fell on her, holding onto the door either side of YN to not crush her.

"Ya Seoki leave him alone," she called out trying to salvage the situation.

His eyes latched onto hers, YN really had the most amazing eyes. Sparkly, brown like rich chocolate cake, and the most incredible combination of innocence and mischief.

“I have to go. Seriously," she tried to get the boys to listen, but they were simply laughing and egging the couple on.

He leaned forward and caught the laughter in YN's eyes as he closed his lips on hers.

For a second he forgot that he was in a public setting with the person who held his future in their hands. All he knew was that she tasted like scented lipbalm, and and a hint of coffee from her earlier drink.

He pulled away slowly, seeing the shock in her eyes. He imagined he looked just as shocked, as she looked back at him.

"Jesus, least make it look believable," he heard her say closely so just he could hear.

YN pulled him by the t-shirt, leaned in and kissed his lip, neatly sucking them.

Yoongi hadn't expected her to lean in and kiss his lips, slip her tongue in for good effect. She tasted sweetness from his croissant and felt the warmth of his mouth, the thickness of his hair as she cupped her hand around the back of his head.

Suddenly, he pulled her in to his body and she was so startled her hands could do nothing but grip his neck.

Slowly YN's tongue slipped out and Yoongi licked his lips as though trying to catch the elusive flavour of that kiss.

He wanted to say something that would lighten the sudden tension, but he couldn’t think. Rockets were exploding in his brain. Or maybe it was the alarm going off in his head, warning him that he was in deep, deep trouble.

Yoongi let out a deep breath. Oh, she felt so right against him, so cheeky, gorgeous and his. It felt as though she’d always been his, he simply hadn’t known it.

YN watched Yoongi space out again.

It's a shame none of this will ever be real, she realised, as she eased carefully away amid the laughter and catcalls, and got into the car.

Now was the moment he’d dreaded. How would he ever resist her if she picked up where that kiss left off?

The rules, he reminded himself.

He simply had to remember the rules. This was fake.

"If you do something, it will affect both of us.." as though reading his mind. It was blatantly clear that Yoongi and Yeonjun suddenly were not getting along.

"I'll take the heat for this, you didn't know anything about this if they ask."

YN tried to talk him out of it, but once Yoongi had made a decision, he wouldn't even listen to himself.

YN glanced at Yeonjun and then Yoongi; the former was taller but Yoongi easily weighed more. If Yoongi got his hands on Yeonjun, well frankly; the boy may never make it back from rehab. Ever.

"That goes for all of you. Play nice with the other bands. They are also on your label. Be the bigger person."

**

"You don't deserve her, you know that?" said a voice behind him.

Yoongi didn't have to turn around to know who that was. He recognised that younger voice.

"Is that so?" he replied dryly.

Yeonjun blocked the exit. "She's only doing this cos of some storyline I'm sure because someone had made her to do it."

It was too early to beat someone up.

Yoongi smiled, "Yeah well her kiss told me otherwise. Now get out of my way."

Yeonjun moved out of the way as Yoongi neared the door. He eyed him suspiciously, expecting Yeonjun to do something. When he didn't, Yoongi opened the door to go back to the bathrooms.

"Why would she want to be with you," Yeonjun baited him, "you're not all that. You'll be a has been soon enough."

Yoongi broadened his shoulders as he turned to face him. "My history with YN is mine and hers. You're just a nobody," he stared down at him, not seeing the maknaes walk in.

"If she likes you that much, then in all the time you've known her why hasn't she shown any interest in you? I'll tell you why hyung; cos she doesn't see you that way. You were never anything other than a friend. It all seems fake to me."

Yeonjun looked at him, "Well we will see about that, we will see who she would rather hang out with. Someone who she can have an actual conversation with; or an animal who speaks in grunts. What you going to do when our new Chairman prefers me over you?"

Yoongi laughed, "Don't worry," he patted Yeonjun's shoulder extra hard, making him wince, "you get better," he pointed to his leg that had recently been operated on, "and then this animal will show you what happens when you go up against him, I'll put your other leg out of commission too. Mention her again and I will personally ensure you don't make it back from recovery."

Yeonjun threw an arm at him, but Jungkook had slided in, and blocked him, pushing him hard against the row of dryers.

Taehyung was laughing smugly as Jimin clapped and found himself in the middle.

"Hyung, don't dirty your hands, let us have a little fun?"

Jin came out of the cubicle and silently washed his hands, looking over at them calmly as he patted his hands dry with a paper towel.

"Yoongi, you want to grab another coffee with me before we leave?"

Yoongi recognised that look in his eyes. It was the same one he showed him when he swung at him with the golf club. Jin barely kept restraint in check as he tensely looked over at Yoongi.

"Sounds like a great idea."

Yoongi watched his young brothers eye up Yeonjun as he dragged an "out of order sign" just outside the main door, before tracing his steps back to Yeonjun and slamming his fist squarely into Yeonjun's perfectly sculpted jaw.

"Boys, have fun!" he smiled waving his knuckles in the air, as Jin simply stood by cleaning his hands meticulously.

"Make sure to clean up after yourselves," Jin looked to Jimin who understood.

"Ariso hyung," Jimin wiped his mouth, clicked the door locked and was the first to punch Yeonjun square in the stomach.

"I think it's time we taught you who runs the playground," Taehyung grinned as he was the next to land a fist to the junior.

**

"I thought I'd see how you were settling in," Jin smiled, as he dragged a chair back and took a seat.

"Settling in?" before it clicked, "oh you mean with YN?"

"She was very upset when she heard you talking about her backstage, but she still saved your ass in front of your parents. You guys work well together."

Yoongi couldn't stop his smile. "I don't know how, but I guess so." He took a sip of his coffee, and pointed to him.

"So, how have you been?" he asked.

Jin, not usually used to being asked how he was, looked a little surprised. "I've been good," he told him.

"You sure? You don't sound it?" Yoongi looked at him for a moment.

"I'm fine," Jin reemphasised.

"It's just, I had no idea that you and YN were that close. Before I thought you guys were good friends, and then BFFs. You guys have a lot in common it seems..and you're very protective of her."

"Well, she means a lot to me." Jin looked at him, cupping his mug.

"She's your little strawberry isn't it," Yoongi smiled cheerfully.

"Yeah she is," Jin returned the smile, waving his hand to get the waiters attention for more milk. "But you don't have to worry about me. I'm not gonna judge you. Or YN. Or your marriage."

"Trust me," Jin told him, "If you knew half the shit we've been through half our lives, it's a surprise we turned out half okay."

"She's not told me anything, she actually was quite desperate to not talk about it at all. So although it doesn't seem like much, I don't feel any better about who she is," Yoongi chuckled, "but even I can see she doesn't make decisions thoughtlessly."

Jin swirled his spoon around his coffee. "I'm sure she will fill you in when she feels more comfortable. It's not my place to tell her side of things."

Yoongi watched him intently, "I'm sure you're right. I guess we haven't really had that chance to talk things through, and did it in reverse. Maybe soon we can, before we get married."

"I'm sure it's a strange situation for the two of you, but I think you guys are great for each other."

"I agree hyung. Which is why I'll be asking her to get married as soon as possible so we can get on with our lives. She gets her title, and I get my freedom."

"We are all happy for you, YN couldn't have found a more better suited person for her, even if it happened by happy accident. And you? You got pretty lucky too!" Jin grabbed his hand and gave it a compassionate squeeze.

"We're not in the clear though; we need to sort our stories out and meet the parents I'm sure."

Yoongi drained his cup and looked at Jin, who smiled back happily at his friend.

"Oh! I was confused about one thing though."

"What's that?" hummed Jin.

"I'm fine marrying in a courthouse tomorrow if she wants it. But, there's a small detail I'm not sure on.."

"Anything I can help with?"

Yoongi smiled, knowing how kind hearted and helpful Jin was generally.

"Yeah, you might be able to hyung. I'm sure we would be happy even if it was just you guys as our witnesses."

Jim wasn't sure he heard right. They wouldn't have a wedding without doing it properly would they, although he could understand the need to. It meant the wedding couldn't be stopped by their parents.

"We could have the members there as our witnesses, I know the boys wouldn't say no to that. But would you be on the guy's side or the girl's?"

"What do you mean?" Jin drained his coffee, wiped his mouth and laughed, confused. "Both your sides obviously."

"Huh, I guess I got that wrong too," Yoongi pursed his lips. "I did think you would be on the groom's side, but then again, as your parents aren't attending, I assumed you'd walk your sister down the aisle. Wouldn't you?"

Jin dropped his cheerful disposition, neatly moved his cup to the side and leaned forward in his chair.

Yoongi had to admit, hyung sure looked scary right now.

"So you figured it out then?"

Jim didn't even bother to sound surprised in front of Yoongi, or even try to deny it.

"What you gonna do about it?"

Yoongi wasn't sure how to react.

"Nothing."

"What gave it away?"

"The picture in her room of the two of you. You mentioned when we first met you had a sister in the States. Your strawberry. To be fair, I forgot all about it until I saw her. As my manager. Something about her face was familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it...and then of course, you two were like two peas in a pod, and I thought maybe, just maybe my hunch was right."

Jin remained tight-lipped as Yoongi outlined his though process.

"But then she turns out to be the Chairman. And you literally hit me with a golf club for her. And you are not violent at all. And in the bathroom just now? You looked ready to hit him before me. Guess that made me realise, she really is your sister. Are you a Bang too?"

"I am. Kim is our mother's maiden name."

"The brother in law act all makes sense now."

"Now you know, there's no need for the pretense. She's my sister. Upset her and I'll have to hurt you. She's come back home after more than half her life abroad. And I want her to stay."

"So that's why you agreed, or recommended me to her as a husband?"

"You? No way," Jin laughed finally. "I still think you're an asshole. I just know that with her it's different."

It was Jin's turn to put Yoongi in the torture chamber now.

"Different how?"

"Since we're sharing secrets, you might as well admit it too."

"Admit what?"

Jin had a sly smile now. It unnerved him, because it looked awfully similar to the one that YN sported when she knew something you didn't.

"That you fancy YN. And this shit isn't fake for you anymore?"

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That's Embarrassing (Bo Burnham x GNReader)

Summary: You and Bo have been dating for years now and it's his 30th birthday today! You took hours to decorate the house while Bo was in the guest house working on inside, but now- you sat alone in the living room waiting to yell "Happy birthday" when he walked in. You loved him so much but.... would he ever leave that fucking guest house!

Ship: Gender neutral Reader x Bo Burnham

W: A dress is worn but I believe clothing is genderless! I don’t want to put a specific gender in this fan fiction so I’m not going to insert any smut. If anyone has any suggestion on how to better keep gender out of smut and YN writing- let me know!

You really hadn’t minded the amount of time Bo took in the guest house, since you knew he really was passionate about this new project. However, as you sat in the living room in your black velvet dress, a funny birthday hat (that you loved), and a blower thing in your mouth- you wished that tall ass man would just come in already.

You and Bo met years ago on the set of American Virgin where you struggled to keep your opinions on the stupid excuse of comedy to yourself, and Bo liked to listen to you rant. Of course, at the time he had no choice as he sat there listening to you rant to your makeup team inside the small trailer.

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“Jenny, you're not even listening to me right now! Women’s confidence has nothing to do with how much skin they show! I’m proud of Kiara leaving.” You stated, slightly exasperated as you continued to gently massage the cleanser into Bo’s skin. Looking down at the male in the oversized mirror, you chuckled softly- “Mr.Burnham I thought we talked about cleaning your face after shoots end?” You teased. You and Bo had gotten closer the more he sat in your chair, at this point it made you curious if he did it on purpose. In the beginning he had been assigned to your coworker Jenny, but after she was sick one day- he continuously chose your chair every time he came in. You didn’t mind it though.

“Y/N,” he groaned out slightly as his head fell back- his eyes closing as his head hit your chest. Even sitting down, you found it hard to work on him with his overarching height. “We ended late last night for that bare ass scene, I wasn’t even functional.” Bo explained, and you could only roll your eyes in response. Sadly, you did understand the incident of last night's shoot- since the makeup crew had to be there all night as well, in case anyone’s makeup wasn’t up to par.

Humming in the same whiny tone he had used with you earlier, you simply patted his cheeks and got back to work.

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You were thankful Bo indulged in your thoughts, even agreeing on most of them, but most of the time he would burst out laughing at your jokes and some anger you knew wasn’t as quite justifiable. You were a firecracker, but you were also terrified of any confrontation. Even you couldn’t make that make sense. However, you could assume that that side of your personality was what was stopping you from going to the guest house and pulling Bo out of it yourself.

“Maybe this was all a stupid idea any way…” You mumbled under your breath, allowing the noise maker to fall into your lap as you raised your head. You allowed your eyes to take in all the decorations; from the streamers with his name and “happy birthday” spelled out, to the balloons with his age. It didn’t feel like Bo. It felt like you. “God fucking dammit.” You grunted out as you abruptly rose from your position on the couch and made your way to the streamers. Your hands fell onto your hips as you tried to figure out a way you could get them off without a ladder, and without breaking a bone. Jump. You jumped up and felt your pointer and ring finger grab the end of the “Bo Burnham” streamer and rip it off. At the same time the streamer fell down to cover your head, you let a loud squeal leave your lips. Almost like when you say “ow” when something didn’t really hurt, it was an instinct. After realizing you weren’t in real danger, you let out a giggle as you wrapped your partner's name around your body like a sash. “Maybe this is better than them in the air.” You questioned out loud to yourself, looking down at the “sash” with a triumphant grin.

“I think I can agree on that one.” A sudden deep voice, similar to your boyfriend’s, echoed through the home. Bo, who had just walked through the front door, stood behind you at a considerable distance. He had been walking onto the porch when he heard your distressed squeal, the same squeal that dampened the sound of him entering. He watched you closely, his eyes trailing over your curves before making their way to the lettering itself. From the back, all he could read was Burnham-  and all he could hear was the sound of your voice rushing to his ears. His eyes were filled with such love, but also confusion as you stayed with your back turned towards him for a few moments.

You were facing the fireplace in absolute dread, your face turned a bright red as you had been caught talking to yourself. However, you also were caught with the decorations you had been judging- still up and with one even wrapped around you. “How embarrassing.” You whined softly as your hands came to your face, the streamer falling to your feet. As soon as your hands met your cheeks, it seemed that Bo had teleported to you and was turning you around into his chest.

“Hey hey,” Bo chuckled as he tried to gently remove your hands from his view of your face- the one he adored so much. “I thought I said I loved the sash idea!” He joked to try and lighten your embarrassment, which definitely helped a little. You were able to remove your hands and let them rest on Bo’s chest, his arms snaking around your waist- though you would note that his fingers seemed to twiddle with the velvet material.

You pouted up at the male, “I know you did. But all these decorations are just-” you paused as you took another look around. “Childish.” You finished as your pout turned into a sincere frown- realizing that what you had identified as too much as your personality shining through, was just plain childishness.

Bo was quick to the draw, taking one hand off your dress to bring it to your chin. “I think it is adorable.” He spoke carefully, leaning down so he could push his forehead against yours. The action you met with gently moving up onto your tiptoes, something you always did out of habit so your lover wouldn’t put too much stress on his back. However this time, Bo would bring attention to it. “You did it all out of love. Just like you always do- even when it comes to the small things like me kissing you or even right now.” His eyes would fall down to the gap between you, motioning to your feet and their risen state. He wasn’t making it easy for you to be upset with yourself. “You are so endearing of me….God I don’t deserve it half of the time.” He began to rant but you would cut him off, all part of his plan you would later understand.

“You deserve the world. I always make sure you know that Bo.” You interrupted, your eyebrows furrowing to their stern gaze- though you knew you were not as intimidating as the 6’6 giant. The two of you got quiet, the distance between you slowly becoming very apparent, and Bo’s love for your dress also coming to attention. “Happy Birthday Bo Burnham.” You whispered softly, your eyes fluttering down towards Bo’s lips before back up to meet his blue eyes. The eyes you fell in love with. The man you fell in love with. God, you still couldn’t believe you got to be with him.

“Thank you baby. Thank you for literally everything.” Bo’s tone was small as well, like if either of you spoke above a whisper- the moment would crack and crumble. “Did I get any presents?” He questioned with a curious raise of his eyebrow. You could guess what he was alluding to, from his glance to your lips and the tips of his fingers continuing to fiddle and pinch the material of your dress- but you were just as bad as him when it came to jokes and teasing.

“Of course! I nicely wrapped them and put them on the table!” You grinned as you fell back onto your heels and went to make your way to the dining room. That was until you felt a strong arm pull you back into the enticing tension under Bo’s eyes, your breath catching in your throat. “What-” You sputtered out as you felt the back of your legs hit the brick at the bottom of the fireplace- but you were too entranced in Bo’s gaze to worry about the micro-scratches on your skin.  “Did you not want your presents?” You questioned with as much sass you could muster, your eyes never leaving Bo’s as you spoke. If there was one thing you weren't shy of- it was eye contact. In fact, you thrived off of the tension it created, it was one of the many things Bo- not only loved but admired about you.

“Of course I do,” Bo started, his eyes being the first to move away from the stare off- his head falling into the curvature of your neck and shoulder. You cursed your dress for being spaghetti strapped, giving the warm Bo the room to heat up your sensitive neck. Any tension that was in your muscles, immediately dissipated and made you lean into the touch- your cheek settling down on the side of Bo’s head. His hair had gotten so long since quarantine had started, you couldn't help but nuzzle your nose into the curls with love. “But, I think I want to unwrap my lover first.” His voice was barely above a whisper and was mumbled into your shoulder, his hot breath making such a sentence even more sensual. No way were you saying no. Before you could respond, Bo had started his kisses up your neck- soft almost ghost like against the thinned skin.

“Oh Bo,” You hummed out and your mind would instantly hit you with the song he had written years ago, just a year after you met him. The image made you giggle softly, “I guess I wouldn’t mind the birthday boy having a little fun.” You whispered near his ear, pressing your own kiss to his temple and later his slightly red lobe. Was your Bo blushing? Goodness could he get any more cute? You were smiling brightly at the picture of your lover blushing before realizing that he was softly singing the “oh bo” chorus- causing the both of you to burst into laughter. No matter how lustful you two were, you could always find a way to break the tension and keep everything funny. You loved that about Bo. Nothing was ever forced, nothing was always intense, and nothing was EVER uncomfortable. You couldn’t imagine finding that anywhere else. “Stop because why did my mind immediately go there as well.” You muttered out as you took a breath in to calm your laughs, you hung your arms on Bo’s shoulders- leaning into him as he stayed in your neck.

“Because great minds think alike, my love.” Bo chuckled as well before scooping you up easily, one of his hands sitting comfortably on your side as the other helped your legs wrap around his waist. You couldn’t help but squeal in surprise again- a habit you really needed to work on. Oh wait Bo is laughing maybe you don’t need to. “What’s going on up there, Babe?” Bo questioned as he pushed his forehead against yours again, knowing it was your favorite form of affection- and secretly you made it his favorite as well.

He must’ve noticed your out of focus eyes that had been locked on his smile as he laughed, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he made you speechless. “Absolutely nothing. Nada!” You hollered out with a completely unconvincing tone- a bright grin settling on your own features. You hadn’t even realized the two of you began moving towards the steps of the house, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you tried to figure out your surroundings again. “Your face distracted me.” You mumbled with a small pout as you clung tighter to the male. No matter how strong you knew Bo was- you always had a fear of anyone picking you up, and now you were moving? It’s your nightmare.

“Sorry Babe, can’t help that I am just so handsome.” Bo replied into your cheek, pressing a reassuring kiss into the chubbiness. He knew your fear, though he wouldn’t point it out, he would hold you tighter to ease your mind. It was an unspoken thing between the two of you and you were thankful for every second of it. Soon, calming down and relaxing your grip on him- you could process the fact that he was making fun of your common response to compliments.

“Hey! That’s my saying!” You pointed out as you pulled your face out of his shoulder, your favorite hiding place in situations like this, locking your eyes with Bo’s. Well, locking them with the whites, since his eyes were focused on traveling through the hallway and to your shared bedroom.

“No,” Bo paused as he opened the bedroom door- pretending to make a contemplative face. “I believe you tend to say, ‘Just admit you’re in love with me’” He imitated you. You had to admit it was practically perfect, and word for word what you said when someone complimented you. A stupid saying you spoke so things wouldn’t get awkward. Humor was your coping mechanism! With a sneaky grin, Bo laid you down gently onto the bed- climbing on top of you as he waited for a response.

You were stunned by the new position, however you always would have a response. “Well…you aren’t wrong.” You trailed off to the end as you thought of a way to catch the male off guard like he had done to you. Got it. You bit your lip slightly before leaning up to capture Bo’s soft lips onto your own. Your plan worked effectively, a gasp leaving Bo as your lips met. After he got comfortable and began kissing back, you two could never be separated. Your fingers tangled slightly in his hair, ready to pull on any occasion as his hands grabbed needily at your hips-  pulling you as close as he could from your position. You two stayed quiet, basking in the moment as your lips moved seamlessly together and your bodies grinded, slipped, and molded together.

“Where the hell did you get this?” Bo muttered moments later, breaking the kiss not only so you two could breath easily- but he wanted to trail those passionate kisses down your jaw. You laughed softly, your head falling back against the bed to allow him as much space as possible for possible markings.

You assumed he was talking about the dress, his communication skills lacking when it came to the cloudiness that filled both of your minds. “Bought it a couple years ago for the Emmys…” You blushed softly as he hit that certain spot, your hips bucking up at the sensation. “The one I couldn’t make.” You finished off in a whisper as you tried your best to not let out any noises. Bo seemed to leave it at that, mostly because now he was distracted by the fact that he had found the jackpot. You closed your eyes tightly at the new found silence, knowing this was the end of your quiet game- the beginning of Bo’s devilish ways. You were right, Bo sucking and tugging at your skin with skill and experience- leaving you in a whimpering mess under him.

--------

You two now laid entangled together, Bo tracing your arm as you played with his soft locs. After washing up in the shower, you two had kept constant contact as you both enjoyed physical touch- especially as a form of silent after care. Both of you seemed to have a bad case of heavy eyelids, but you both fought it off in hopes of being in the moment as long as possible. “I love you so so much Bo.” You whispered softly, your mind thinking back to what you were thinking while you sat in the living room just hours ago. Alone. You felt absolutely horrible for being so selfish, even if it was in your own head, you felt terrible that you wanted to rip Bo away from his work.

“I love you too Y/N.” Bo responded, his voice grounding in your crazy thoughts. “And I’m sorry to have been out in the guest house so much…I know it must be hurting you. I mean hell, it’s hurting me.” Your head had moved down slightly so you could meet Bo’s eyes as he spoke, thankfully he felt the movement and looked up to make eye contact. “I wish I could wake up everyday right next to you like usual. I wish I could stop obsessing over this stupid project and not be pushing this deadline on myself. I wish I could love on you as much as I want.” Bo’s voice had lowered into a soft cry, your eyes scrunching in concern. Bo didn’t break down often in front of you, hell not ever, but you didn’t mind comforting him as much as you could. You wanted him to know his feelings were never a burden on you, they were welcomed in this relationship. You shifted slightly so you could be closer to his face, gently lifting his head off your chest so you could hold it in your palms.

“Honey, I know you think about me in there. I actually like to think you have a sexy car poster of me in there.” Your last joke making both of you shudder slightly in laughter, your noses gently bumping together as you lean into one another. Taking in a deep breath, you continued on after the laughs died down. “Seriously, I understand completely that work is work. A deadline is a deadline whether it’s made by you or not. I also know that this is your first project in years.” You looked directly into Bo’s red eyes as you said the last sentence, making it hit as hard as you knew it felt for the other. This was a huge deal for Bo and his fans, you could never fully understand the extent this affected Bo’s mental health- but you could be there for him when he wanted to explain. That is exactly what you did when he started this project a year ago. “I’m not going to lie and say sometimes I was upset. Or selfish. I wanted you all to myself a couple hours ago, but in my heart I know you are always mine. My beautiful Bo. The one who always makes me smile and laugh my ass off. He just so happens to make the whole world feel that way too.” You spoke with a light tone, a loving smile never falling for your lips as you looked at your lover. Bo’s tears had slowly dried, his smile becoming brighter the longer you spoke. “I love you the same every time you leave this house. And even more everytime you come back through that door.” You finished your “speech”, feeling the weight you had held on your chest for the whole year- finally raise. It felt so good to let him know how you really felt.

“I don’t know what to even say..” Bo admitted sheepishly, but it didn’t affect the happiness you felt. Sometimes there was nothing to say, and you knew that. “I fucking love you so much Y/N.” He whispered before bringing you into a tight hug, burying himself into your neck again. Maybe he wasn’t just your safe place, maybe you were his as well.

“Even after totally embarrassing myself with the sash thing?” You questioned jokingly, laughing as your arms snaked around Bo’s chest, massaging his shoulder blades calmly.

“Even after the sash thing.” Bo laughed softly, “I didn’t mind seeing you with my last name on your body.” Your eyes widened slightly as you looked at the wall behind Bo, completely processing his words.

“That’s embarrassing.” You giggled before rolling around on the bed with your lover, ending the rest of the night with lots of love and passionate kisses.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 LESSERAFIM AND THEIR HOT HEADED MEMBER lesserafim x reader

★yn refusing lesserafims love for five mins 768k views

↳ warnings: yn from paparazzi, idol au, yn being a short (for the plot) hot head, yn is the second youngest member

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

“- and that’s why I immediately take away people’s human rights when they say they don’t like ghibli.” yn says to the live.

the fans managed to get her on a major rant after someone in the comments said that they hate ghibli.

yn put her jiji plushie in her lap as she continued, “I’m not even joking.” she continues to read comments as they slowly turn from the topic of ghibli to someone being on the live.

“yunjin unnie is on here?” she asks as she reads the comments about the older member, “i love you.” she reads the comment from yunjin and looks side to side before ignoring it.

people in the comments laughs as yunjin orders the younger girl to say it back only to be ignored.

yn phone rings and she immediately knows who it is, she shows the camera her phone which displays a photo of yunjin kissing yn’s cheek while yn’s face is scrunched up in disgust.

“it’s yunjin unnie.” she says before putting the phone back down without answering and continuing to read comments.

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

like always in every interview chaewon sat beside yn, just so she can monitor the girl to make sure she doesn’t say something extremely disrespectful when she has the chance to get the mic.

as kazuha talked to the interviewer chaewon put her hand over yn’s hand that rested on the younger girls leg.

yn side eyed the older girl before slowly retracting her hand from under chaewon’s causing the older girl’s mouth drop in offence.

the camera zoomed in on yn and chaewon as chaewon tightly interlocked her and yn’s hands and put it in her lap as yn struggled to get out of her grip.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

sakura and yunjin watched as the youngest members decided that doing something dangerous is fun.

while the girls filmed their vlog yn and eunchae thought that it would be a good idea to do something that might get them in trouble if they get hurt at the park.

yn stood on the swing seat holding onto the chains as eunchae pushed her back and forth.

even though yunjin and sakura should’ve been yelling at yn to get down they couldn’t help but fawn over how cute the hot headed member looked in her ear muffs and oversized sweater.

“I LOVE YOU.” yunjin yelled to the younger girl as sakura threw up a heart.

“EW.”

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

kazuha turned the camera towards yn who sat on sakura’s lap sipping her water, all the girls were tired out from performing the same dance over and over again.

she brought the camera lose to the younger girls face who just looks up at it, “say something to our fans.”

“love you.” yn says bluntly before going back to drinking her water.

“you never say that to me!” yells chaewon as the camera pans to her and back to yn who looks at the leader with a blank face.

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

the camera pans to yn who laid in the middle of the dance room as the dance instructor told the girls to take a break.

eunchae walked over to the girl and laid right on top of her back causing yn to groan.

“leave me alone.”

“no.” eunchae says causing another groan to escape yn.

“sakura unnie tell her to leave me alone!” yn yells to the older girl who watches the younger girls on the floor.

[sunaswife]

𝔅𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦 | day 2

Event: 15 days of birthday angst 🎂

🔪: I was supposed to do this everyday till my birthday on June 15th but I had anxiety and writers block hehehe anyways let’s tune back into making my depression worse!

⚠️: angst, .2% fluff but not really

day 1 Nanami kento ꕥ day 3 Sanemi Shinazugawa

“Katsuki are we gonna stay home today?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. You head rested on his back between his shoulder blades and he was in front of the stove flipping over some eggs. “Of course not.” He said and you couldn’t help but smile. “So where are we going?” You asked excitedly. “To the agency, dumbass.” He muttered and politely shrugged you off so he could serve breakfast.

“We’re working today?” You asked confused. “Of course yn, we work everyday. That’s what hero’s do.” He flicked your forehead and handed you the plates. You grabbed them and with a small pout made your way to the table. You were quiet during breakfast, it didn’t bother Katsuki because he was watching the news.

After breakfast you washed some dishes and got Katsuki’s gym bag of extra clothes ready. You love your job and helping people from behind the scenes but you were maybe expecting something more for your birthday. Maybe Katsuki is pretending to forget and he planned a little party at the office? You tried to conceal your excitement as you slipped on your shoes.

There was no party, nobody remembered your birthday actually.

It was like any other day. You Katsuki and his sidekicks went to the briefing room and discussed today’s game plan of patrolling and collecting information for a case.

You had a quirk that wasn’t useful in battle or fighting so you used your wit to help plan today’s missions. When they were all dismissed the sidekicks left and Katsuki stayed behind for a minute to fix the gauntlets on his wrists.

“Hey bub, I feel like you’re forgetting something today.” You said softly as you say next to him. “Ah I forgot the lunch. I’ll just get something to eat out. You can order something and eat without me, matter of fact you can go home without me after your shift. I’m not gonna be home till late so don’t wait up for me.” He said. “Wait Katsuki I—“

“I gotta go.” He interrupted after glancing at his phone. He gave your head a small peck and he hurried out with a small ‘see you later’

You sat there alone and you sighed. You finished some paperwork on your desk using your favorite Dynamight pen (it had cute explosions everywhere) , during lunch you stared at the small Dynamight plush that was also on your desk and you tried not to let a few tears fall.

Katsuki forgot your birthday. It’s not his fault, he’s busy saving lives and helping people. Remembering the birthday of his girlfriend isn’t as important as that. “Can you at least wish me a happy birthday?” You asked the plushie. “Happy birthday my little firecracker.” You mocked your boyfriend and moved his plushie around.

“Thanks for remembering.” You say with a small sigh.

Your shift was over and Katsuki hasn’t called, he must be pretty busy. You don’t normally call him so you wouldn’t disturb his work so he would usually call you instead when he had the chance.

In front of your doorstep on your way home was a edible arrangement, with a note. Your eyes lite up and immediately you grabbed it and stumbled in your home. You knew Katsuki didn’t forget. He would never forget.

Dear yn,

If I’m being honest I forgot your birthday but thank god edible arrangements has same day delivery! (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ sorry for forgetting and being a shitty sister but we can hang on the weekend and I’ll take you to get our nails done. - sis

You giggled at the note and ate a few of the chocolate strawberries. You’re happy that your sister remembered but still hurt that Katsuki would forget. You ate dinner and washed more dishes and slipped on your PJ’s for the night. It was already late and you repressed what you were feeling.

You’re sad that Katsuki would forget. He’s your soulmate and he forgot an important day. Well it should be important at least. You slipped under the covers and realized a tear falling, and another and another. You just want to be in Katsuki’s arms. Is that too much to ask?

By now you’re full on sobbing and wetting your pillow, you’re sure you look ugly and Katsuki would me teasing you for getting all emotional. But you couldn’t help it, you share him with everyone. You share Katsuki with his fans, people that need saving, villains, deku and other hero’s. You both rarely go to sleep together. You just want him for one day. One day to yourself, or maybe even a ‘Happy birthday dumbass’

Katsuki was quiet as he entered the house it was way past your usual bed time and he was all sweaty and dirty. As he made his way to the kitchen he noticed his dinner. He had a small smile and began eating as quickly as possible so he could shower and hold you in his arms.

The basket and trash on the dining table caught his eye. Who sent you chocolates? It sure as hell wasn’t him. Was it another guy? Was it Deku..? And worst of all, why did you open them? Katsuki’s temperature began to rise and he marched his way to the table. You even ate some chocolates?! What’s your problem?! He found a note with your name and a heart and he was waiting for the worst thing to pop out. And then he read the note.

“I fucked up.” He whispered, he slowly sat on the seat and rested his elbows on the table. How could he forget? You’re the most important person in the world and he just brushed you aside in the worst possible way. Why didn’t you tell him? Why didn’t you yell at him for forgetting and being an idiot? Why weren’t you petty with him? Why were you so silent and kind.

It now makes sense as to why you were so excited this morning. You were expecting something sweet like a gift or whatever but you got nothing. Immediately he was thinking about how to make it up tomorrow. Maybe thinking in the shower would help. He entered your shared bedroom to grab his clothes and a towel and he heard a sniffle. “yn?” He called. You stayed quiet and squeezed your eyes shut. “Are you crying?” He asked, you could hear his footsteps go to your side of the bed. “N-no.” Your voice cracked just like his heart. “I’m sorry baby. I forgot your birthday.” He said quietly and went on his knees to face your laying form.

“It’s okay, you’re a hero after all and you had hero stuff to do.” You sniffled again. “It’s not okay, I should have remembered. You’re my everything and I treated you so horribly today. Please smack me or yell at me.” He pleaded. “I don’t wanna..... Can you just hold me?” You pouted and finally you sat up. “Of course love, I’m just dirty so I’m going to shower.” He said and took a step back but you held onto his shirt. He stopped and turned to look at you. “Can I.....join..?” You said with hopeful eyes.

“Only if you wear one of my shirts to bed.”

“Deal.”

“Sorry for being a shitty partner.”

“It’s okay, make it up to me in the shower.”

“Yes ma’am.”

[writer-akihiko]

Hi!! I know this story is finished and old already but is it ok if you make a ending where the reader ends up with Nobunaga? I kinda want angst in it.. That would be all TY and have a great day. (The story that I'm talking about is "All For Her")

All For Her - Kennyo X Reader X Yandere!Nobunaga [ALT]

PART 1, ACTUAL ENDING

I think I got carried away, but I basically got a wheel to choose some events of this story. This is my personal characterisation of Nobunaga from IkeSen as a Yandere. Actual Nobunaga would not do this; this is my take on how Nobunaga acts as a Yandere.

Warnings: Tragedy, Character Death, Yandere Content and Emotional Manipulation

"You defiled her!" Kennyo roared, unsheathing his staff. He blocked the rampant parries of the Devil King. "And you think that's love."

"Of course," Nobunaga said smugly, dodging Kennyo's swing. "This war…

It's all for her."

~○~

"This will be the last time you hold her, Kennyo."

He roared, howling at the pain of the sword. Kennyo fell to the ground, the stab to his shoulder numbing all of his senses as the blade cuts deep into his flesh.

"Perhaps YN would cast you away if I scar your face once again… Oh… How adorable she'd look to you in horror with the new scars I give you," Nobunaga teased, his menacing tone only edging his sword. "Or, I should kill you right here, and your head should be my bride's present…"

"KENNYO!"

You had come out to the battlefield since more of the injured soldiers could barely make it to the base. Despite of the fact of being on opposite sides, you still treated some of the Oda's soldiers that couldn't reach their own healers. Those with you moved their troops away as you ran to your lover.

Nobunaga pressed the blade further into Kennyo's neck, taunting you to come closer. You kept your distance, but you were horrified at Nobunaga's antics, as his words froze you on the spot. Your body and mind shut down at the thought of Kennyo being harmed. Your blood went cold, and before you knew it you had thrown yourself on top of Kennyo, protecting him from Nobunaga's swinging sword.

"How endearing," Nobunaga smiled at you, his gaze suddenly soft at seeing you. "It's been quite long, my fireball. I knew you'd come running to me."

All the strength left your body as Nobunaga ripped you away from your lover. Your will never left you, but your fear overcame it to the point you couldn't fight against the crazed man that desired you.

The Oda, as usual were efficient in wrapping up the war. Kennyo was arrested and it was claimed as a win for the Oda. The soldiers retreated and Ieyasu cared for the wounded. You'd usually see Hideyoshi and Masamune with grins on their faces, but Hideyoshi was practically expressionless and Masamune's eye only held rage but you weren't sure who it was directed to.

The Oda celebrated their grand victory with a banquet, and the Demon King kept you by his side, pampered and decorated for his eyes only. He kept you in his lap, as your being shifted to the automatic machine it used to be, pouring sake for your obsessed captor.

What sickened you to the stomach was how he announced the banquet.

"With the capture of Kennyo, I sentence him to continuous torture!"

Oh how you wanted to throw up at whoever cheered Nobunaga on...

Eventually, once Nobunaga had gotten drunk, Hideyoshi and Masamune flanked each side of Nobunaga, as Mitsuhide and Mitsunari guarded you. You made no effort to make conversation with the other warlords, for you feared what they might spill to Nobunaga, with the exception of Mitsuhide.

With how everyone was acting, you could only assume Mitsuhide messed with the sake as he was so bold to engage in conversation with you. "Princess, you must be prepared tomorrow."

"Is there something that I missed when I return?"

His voice lowered to a hush, as he explained his intentions. "Nobunaga will find my involvement with your escape. He'd execute me, but it will give you a chance to freedom."

You almost lost your stiff conduct, a drop of sake spilling onto your kimono. Yes, it was true that Mitsuhide was involved in convincing Nobunaga to let you roam to where you were taken by Kennyo, but even by then you weren't sure of his intentions. "Mitsuhide… Why?"

His hushed voiced tickled your ear as he revealed his one intention to you.

"For the woman I love. Even if I don't have your heart, I want you to bask in freedom."

~○~

The next morning's war council came, and there and then, another lower vassal accused Mitsuhide as the traitor that led their beloved Princess to Kennyo's army. The war council this time took a casual turn, as Nobunaga deemed it fit for the ladies of the court to witness the accusation from your balcony. Behind your veil, you shed a tear, sending a venomous gaze to Nobunaga.

You excused yourself from your maids, making your way out of your personal bedroom. Mitsunari should be waiting for you, as he authorised all the guards to be positioned else where. From your knowledge, Ieyasu, Masamune and Hideyoshi were in on Mitsuhide's plan too. Masamune and Ieyasu were to take charge of Kennyo's 'daily torture', while Hiedyoshi was to cause a scene by his natural rage at Mitsuhide betraying his Lord Nobunaga.

Nobunaga raised his fan, quelling the arguments amongst his vassals. "Ah… but wait, Akechi Mitsuhide isn't the only traitor amongst the Oda."

"W-What do you mean Lord Nobunaga?" Hideyoshi, who delivered slightly fake punches to Mitsuhide in his 'anger', stopped as he questioned Nobunaga. "Mitsuhide is always one to do things on his own!"

You raced through every corridor near the tenshu, trying to find Mitsunari in the hallways. Anywhere. Where could he be? Did he get-

The roars of shock from the Oda vassals rang as two guards brought none other that Ishida Mitsunari to the podium of Nobunaga, clearly bruised and beaten.

"A report from the guards came about suspicions of your vassal here to change the guards around the palace," Nobunaga said, as he ordered the guards to drop Mitsunari. "How could I not assume he was acting under your orders, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, you monkey?"

Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi were both apprehended at the hands of their own friends. They were brought to their knees in front of their long time lord, as their heads were pushed down to hang in shame.

"To honour your execution, since you both are great friends," He announced, drawing his pistol from his kimono. "I shall have you both shoot each other until your bodies fall. I'll allow your families to bury your bodies and your next brothers shall carry on your clan's lines."

"Any last words?"

Hideyoshi walked up to his lord he once respected, snatching the gun into his hand. "I thank you for letting me die by the hands of an honorable warlord unlike yourself."

Nobunaga did not hold back his anger as he struck Hideyoshi across the face with his iron-ribbed fan.

"I wouldn't have done this if you returned to the Lord Nobunaga I used to serve," Hideyoshi retorted, taking his stance with the gun pointed at Mitsuhide.

Mitsuhide had nothing to say to Nobunaga, except the silent nod to receive his gun. He raised it to Hideyoshi, saying his last to an old friend.

"Sorry for being a good shot."

"Don't be."

BANG!

You couldn't hold back your tears for Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide. You sobbed into your kimono, your mind being invaded by negative thoughts of your doings being the cause of their deaths. You didn't want this. You didn't want this. If only you had-

"The other two traitors are here!"

The crowd shifted as Ieyasu and Masamune made their way through the crowd, having heard the gunshots. From what you could discern, they were brought there by the jail guards by the orders of Nobunaga's messengers.

"This audience has had enough execution for the day," Nobunaga decided, looking over the three captured warlords under his hand. "However, I might as well give out the sentences now."

Ieyasu and Masamune were not bounded to any guards, but it was clear that they had long accepted their deaths. You wanted at least one of them to abandon you, to give you a sign that you weren't worth the trouble but none of them did. Those three stood their ground, as they face the Devil King himself.

"Ishida Mitsunari, under influence of Toyotomi Hideyoshi shall have a beheading for all to see," He commanded. The scribes were rapid to jot everything down, their parchment wet from the ink and not from the blood seeping into the paper. "Tokugawa Ieyasu and Date Masamune, for assisting the traitors, from this moment our alliance in dissolved. The Oda shall act on their own without your help."

"You shall be sent away. Unfortunately my authority does not reach you."

Masamune scoffed, "I wouldn't want to serve such a stupid warlord anyway."

Nobunaga shrugged it off. "May I meet you two on the battlefield, where I shall have your heads."

"May we have our revenge," Ieyasu said, walking away from the crowd, Masamune behind him.

~○~

Months had passed. Months of staying in this empty shell of yours, made to serve only Nobunaga. Before the last of his days, Mitsunari had requested to play Go with you. You apologised immensely for causing such tragedy, but Mitsunari welcomed you wholesomely. There was no hard feelings as his execution neared, and he advised you to not attend or witness it. You shed tears for Mitsunari, the handkerchief used to catch your tears delivered to Mitsunari's grave.

The day Nobunaga returned from his umpteenth war was as normal as any other day to you. You were sewing mindlessly, as you had no will to greet Nobunaga. He understood that, instead barging into your shared bedroom with familiar cloths around his arm.

He grinned as he noticed you recognise the band of cloth around his arm. "Ah, a parting gift from Ieyasu and Masamune before I took their heads. They consented to it as well, but you're not allowed to bring it around-"

"I hate you. I hate you, I HATE YOU!" You screamed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I don’t mind firecracker," He said, his grip starting to feel painful at your wrist. "You see, I didn't care if those five were traitors or not. It was my luck that they fit into the narrative."

He continued, soothing your cries. "I was only getting rid of anyone who held your attention. I was drunk at that banquet but I still loathed how they befriended you so easily… I did it for you…

It's all for you."

[beepboop260]

requests are open if anyone wants to requests anything of yo/ne (or any of the ships i draw him in which is ka/yn x yo/ne and se/tt x yo/ne) and now firecracker xin zh/ao is someone i'll take requests for and especially se/tt x xin zh/ao please god i'm so down bad for this ship

[lailannajacobs]

A Prince’s Perspective and a Midgardian’s Perplexity | Counterfeit Criminals pt. 5

Pairing: loki x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You get the ship up and running again. Loki watches as you drive. 

Warnings: A shameless amount of angst 

Word Count: 2.3k 

A/N: As always, I like to slip in one or two chapters of Loki’s perspective and here it is!! Hope you enjoy it! Always love to know what you think! <3 

Counterfeit Criminals | Part Five 

Loki had to stop staring. It would be a test of his self-control, but he had to stop. Any hopes he’d had that YN wouldn’t want to kill him had vanished the moment she’d glared at him with nothing but contempt and betrayal in her eyes. And any thoughts he’d had about telling her what had happened on Asgard had died just as quickly.

Whatever she might have felt for him a long time ago - if he wasn’t deluding himself into thinking that there had been anything there at all - was gone now. He, unfortunately, couldn’t say the same for himself, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise. But she didn’t need to know that; she couldn’t know that. He hadn’t been able to tell her while they were still on Asgard - hadn’t been able to admit to himself or to her how much he cared. Loki wasn’t any closer to being able to now. Especially not when he knew she didn’t care for him. He knew deep down, from years of experience and disappointment, that she never would. Not with the way she was glaring at him now.

“What?” She snapped.

He raised a brow, and echoed, “What?”

“You’re staring.”

“Was I?” He leaned further back into his chair, lazily putting on a smirk just to piss her off.

If that anger was the only thing he’d get from her, he’d take it. It was better than the glazed, emotionless look she’d been giving him since they’d crash landed.

She rolled her eyes and faced the front, too pissed off to remember what she was annoyed about in the first place, which was his staring. Which he had to stop. Ignoring the frustratingly, irritatingly, miserable ache in his chest, Loki turned his attention back to the front of the ship. He’d been impressed by how quickly she’d gotten the ship up and running again, moving with practiced efficiency and incredible strength, working herself to the bone over the past four days. Loki had been relieved when she’d agreed to let him help, comforted by the fact that, at least with his help, she wouldn’t work herself to the point of fainting. He wasn’t entirely sure how fragile Midgardians were, but he should have known that YN wasn’t going to break easily. She never had.

The blur of colours flashed by as they passed through a jump point. Loki kept his eyes out front, forcing himself to remain aloof. She would be fine, he told himself as she let out a shaky breath, it was one jump point, she could handle it. To keep himself from staring, he watched the passing stars and the colours of the galaxy blend together like ink spilled on paper, until he found himself beginning to relax. He could see why she liked being out here; the freedom, the lack of expectations, the beauty of the chaos, and its simplicity. He understood the appeal. He wanted to ask her if those were the reasons she’d decided to do what she did or if there were other reasons. If she was lonely. If, like him, she enjoyed the solitude. Well, usually he preferred the solitude. Being with YN…it was like having the peace of solitude with the comfort of having someone at your back. Or at least it had back on Asgard. It was all gone now.

It was never meant to last, not for someone like him. Loki was destined to be left behind, never a first choice. He didn’t know how many times he’d let the poison in, the hope, before that lesson sunk in. But he was here with her, so obviously he hadn’t learned his lesson yet.

Not realizing what he was doing, he stared at her, memorizing every inch of her profile as she focused on steering the ship through an asteroid field. She looked no different now than she had then, but the differences to him were extraordinary. When he’d first met her, he’d been impressed by her bravery and her tenacity, even after she’d been thrown in the dungeon. But she’d still been a prisoner, everything about her muted by the fear of death and the desperation of having crashed her ship. The woman he’d seen steal the Wand was beautiful, powerful and everything else he’d found himself drawn to on Asgard. But from the moment she’d seen him, it had all disappeared. If he wasn’t half as selfish, he would leave because that was what she wanted. Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to do so.

“Whatever you have to say,” She sighed, her eyes never leaving the front as she maneuvered the ship, “Just say it.”

He almost smiled, comforted by the fact that, despite everything, she seemed to be as aware of him as he was of her. Almost as if they could feel each other’s gazes like it was a tangible thing. Maybe it was. Maybe that was why, when what was between them had broken, there was no putting it back together.

“Who says I have anything to say?” He drawled, never one to give a straight answer, especially when it hid something as important as the truth.  

“I do,” She stated firmly.

“I don’t believe that’s a very reliable source,” He tsked, knowing the further they strayed from her question, the less she’d want the answer he couldn’t give her, “The inner workings of my mind aren’t exactly public knowledge.”

“Did you know that there’s such a thing as a straight answer?” She countered, swerving so suddenly that he had to put a hand out to steady himself.

He smirked, “Isn’t that the only kind of answer?”

“You’re infuriating,” She shook her head, though Loki had the impression that maybe she wasn’t as quite as upset as she’d first let on.

The light inside him begin to burn again with hope but he snuffed it out before he could get caught up in it. There was no use grasping at illusions. He knew that. He stayed quiet, drifting in and out of thought as they floated slowly through space. She’d warned him before taking off that they’d be going slower for the first few jumps so she could make sure everything was working correctly, telling him that if he so much as commented about the speed that she’d float him off the ship, their deal be damned. He’d been tempted to say something earlier, just to see that firecracker temper, but he hadn’t. He knew how far to push her, and he knew now wasn’t the time. The ship’s crash landing had taken far more of a toll on her than he’d realized, so he’d given her her space as soon as she let him help.

Although he tried to remain focused on the front, he couldn’t help but notice that she couldn’t seem to sit still. Her hand would slide over her jaw or massage her temple. She’d readjust her seat, then readjust it again moments later. It was only when he looked at the time that he realized she’d been steering the ship for over seven hours.

He opened his mouth, shut it, then decided the moment her eyes closed for longer than a blink, that he had to say something.

“Did you know that the elite on Asgard still believe that Midgardians are only awake for two hours a day?”

She stilled for a moment, then a small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. It was barely visible from where he was sitting, but the sight of it made him feel triumphant nonetheless.

“Of course, they would believe almost anything,” He prattled on, though choosing his words carefully, “But they would still talk about you even after you were no longer the ambassador.”

Her smile faltered but it didn’t vanish completely, “What do they say about me?”

“They were impressed that you could do your job all day long and attend those parties without falling asleep,” He said, returning his gaze to out front.

Her voice only held a slightly bitter edge when she said, “Who knew all I had to do was stay awake to impress them.”

“If they saw you now, they’d be blown away.”

“Why do you say that?” She asked warily.

He sucked in a breath, knowing she wasn’t going to like what he was about to say, “You’ve been driving for almost eight hours, Midgardian. I doubt they would even imagine that to be possible.

Her brows furrowed as she looked at the time.

“I think you should take a break,” He continued before she could say anything else.

Her expression froze over, “I’m fine.”

He didn’t believe her for a second, “Are you?”

“Not that I need to explain myself to you,” She snapped, that icy anger coming back, “But we’re almost at the third jump point. We’ll stop once we cross.”

He scoffed, “You’ll do it, but you might not be conscious on the other side.”

“I’ll be fine,” She growled.

“Doubtful,” He tried his hardest to keep the emotion from his voice though he knew he wasn’t doing a decent job.

She cut him off when he was about to say more, “I’m getting us to that jump point, Wolf.”

“You don’t have to,” He snarled, “Please, Midgaridan, let me drive.”

She stilled and so did he, realizing what he’d just said. Realized that his words sounded very close to begging, and Loki didn’t beg. He didn’t ask. He found a way to take what he wanted. The ship slowed to a stop and she stared at him, eyes narrowed as if searching for a trick or an illusion. He didn’t blame her. He would have assumed it was a trick also if he hadn’t known better. He tried not to fidget under the weight of her gaze, feeling exposed as if she could see right to his very core; afraid she’d see past whatever facade he had left if he tried to recover with some sort of quip. She had this uncanny ability to see beneath the mask he wore in public and he couldn’t bear the thought of being at her mercy - at anyone’s mercy. His instinct was to lash out, to turn the tables on her, to make her feel as powerless as he felt in the moment, but he couldn’t. Loki didn’t want to hurt her. Not anymore than he already had. Yet, he hated every second of the growing silence that she sat there, staring at him. Conflicted over a single word - one he’d said a million times in his life, only never in this context - he waited to see what she would do next.

“Okay, Loki,” She whispered, never dropping her gaze, “You can drive.”

He shivered, mesmerized by the sound of his name on her lips. He’d heard her say it less than a handful of times, and every time it was like she hit him with a burst of magic, dark and tempting and exciting.

Before she could wonder why he was staring like an idiot, he nodded and stood. In the close quarters of the helm, when she did the same, they were almost chest to chest. She tilted her head back, looking up at him, not with the usual contempt he’d gotten used to seeing, but almost like she did back on Asgard; like she actually saw him. The look made his breath catch and he realized he’d given up on not staring. He’d had no choice. All his energy was focused on not closing the distance between them. He’d missed her. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until now. After she’d left, he'd found himself looking for her at parties and found himself walking by her door in the morning as if his feet had been trained to walk to her door to make sure she was the first person he saw in the morning. He’d known he missed her. He just hadn’t realized how much.

“Whatever you have to say,” She murmured, eyes searching his face, “Just say it.”

Maybe he could tell her the truth. Maybe he could fix things right here. He sucked in a deep breath.

Panicked beeping burst out of the dash console and YN sprang into action as if the ship was on fire. She was back in the seat, flicking the extra blasters on, the momentum almost causing him to lose his balance.

Loki sat down, “Are we about to die, Midgardian?”

“No,” Her eyes darted to the console’s tele-screen and back, “But I’ve programmed the ship to alert me when there’s another ship in the vicinity coming in our direction.”

He looked down at the screen and couldn’t find anything to be alarmed about, “And you think they’re here for you?”

“I have pissed off a few people recently, but no. I just like to be sure,” She flipped another switch, “The more distance I can keep between me and everyone else the better.”

“Then we’d better switch drivers now,” He said, not one to forget what he had been fighting for in the first place.

“Give me five minutes to make sure we really lose these guys and then I will. But I’ll sleep in the passenger seat in case anything goes wrong,” She kept her eyes on the front, not looking at him when she said, “Because I don’t trust you.”

He didn’t say that he was more than capable of driving the ship or that he wouldn’t let any harm come to it. It didn’t matter because she didn’t trust him. Instead, he nodded, glad that, despite everything, she’d agreed to let him drive.

[ill-skillsgard]

okay but with yn x mickey x axel what about a little angst? yn feels sorta thrown to the side and axel doesn’t realize that she thinks he’s playing favorites with mickey. maybe one of her punishments is being tied and made to watch him and mickey and he keeps talking about how she isn’t a good girl and he doesn’t realize she’s taking it to heart until she safewords

There is a drabble here about when they first got together and Axel pushed her far enough she had to use her safeword. So, let’s assume Axel committed himself to take care of her and not get her to that point again if he can help it.

Howeverrrrr...

At first, watching Mickey and Axel together was a treat. Mickey lit up around Axel, not that he wasn’t always a bit of a firecracker... But there was something about the tattooed man’s presence that conjured a neediness Mickey hadn’t displayed before. Possessed by his lust, whenever Axel came around, Mickey was a begging puppy, vying for attention and approval.

The way Axel admired Mickey, touched his shoulders, kissed his neck, whispered private things in his ear were all so delicious to watch until she felt like Mickey wanted nothing more than Axel’s love.

She didn’t have the same connection with Axel that Mickey had. He was the one who received the dick pictures, the good morning text messages, the paragraphs of what Axel wanted to do when he finally had the time to come over. It chipped away at her confidence until one day she had enough.

Axel was alone in the kitchen until she came in. He smiled warmly in her direction as he stirred a spoonful of sugar into his coffee.

“Morning, pretty,” Axel greeted her.

“Good morning,” she replied, sitting down at the table to pour herself some orange juice.

Mickey came in shortly after, and Axel dropped his spoon on the counter. He turned around, eyes drinking Mickey in from head to toe and back as a lustful smile unfurled over his face. Mickey was in his boxer briefs, looking pale and adorably scruffy from a deep sleep.

“Oh, my God. Would you look at this gorgeous piece of ass that just walked in? Mm, get over here, you sexy fuck. Come kiss me.”

She watched Mickey float into Axel’s arms, their lips meeting for a few gentle kisses that quickly turned heavy. Axel cupped his cheeks, kissing Mickey again before looking down at the subject of his immodest affection—cherry red lips, open and waiting for more attention. They made out at the counter, Axel pulling away to whisper something against Mickey’s cheek that made him blush.

With a harsh clearing of her throat, both men broke away from their mutual daze and turned to her.

“Am I invisible?” She asked.

Both of their expressions dimmed at once, but Axel was the one to go to her.

“Hey. What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, kneeling before her on the linoleum.

“All I get is a ‘hi, pretty’ but when Mickey comes in, it’s like nothing else exists to you. Like I don’t exist. I feel like I should... I should just leave.” Her throat closed up as tears flooded her waterlines. “You obviously just want my boyfriend and not me.”

“What? Don’t you even think that way, babydoll. Please. You know that’s not true. I’m sorry... Maybe I do give Mick a little more attention, but that’s just because I didn’t think you were all that into me.”

“Not into you? Axel... Look at you. Why would I invite you into my relationship if I wasn’t?”

Mickey bit his lip and approached the table with caution. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”

She shook her head, and her tears fell with the motion. Axel moved quickly to wipe the streams from her cheeks, clicking his tongue and standing up to hug her face against his tummy.

“Don’t you think for one second my dick doesn’t twitch whenever I see you coming down those stairs in the morning, my babydoll. Don’t think it for one second.”

Mickey squeezed Axel’s shoulder. “Maybe we should do that thing for her we’ve been talking about.”

Axel leered at his male counterpart, reached up to stroke his cheek and nodded. “I think you’re right.”

“Do what?” She asked, sniffling.

“You ever have two mouths on your pussy at once? No? Well, shit, babydoll... I think we’re gonna have a real busy day. What do you think, Mick?”

Mickey licked his bottom lip as he always did while rolling around with his dirty thoughts, and nodded when she stared up at them. 

“Yes. But you take her first. I think you two need to spend a little quality time together.”

Axel flashed a dangerous smile. “Couldn’t agree more with you, gorgeous. Come on, babydoll. Let me show you just what I think of you.”

[fandom-puff]

Dating Fred Weasley would include...

WEASLEY JUMPER

No seriously as soon as Ron opens his big mouth tells Mrs Weasley that Fred’s got a girl/boyfriends, she gets knitting right away.

“Oh, arthur, What if she doesn’t like blue? It might not bring out the colour of her eyes, Ron wasn’t very clear in his letter...”

“It’s fine mollywobbles, she’ll love it regardless”

Fred would fuckin RUGBY TACKLE you for a hug, like that’s not even a headcanon that’s just a fact

He’d especially do it when you’re talking to someone

“Jesus CHRIST Fred!”

He’d make up for it by giving you lil kisses and rubbing your side spots where he’d gotten a bit too enthusiastic

Tickle fights.

Prank wars.

You’re the only one who can tell him and George apart not after nearly snogging George though. Fred thought it was hilarious

Nicknames for him: Freddy, Love, Babe, Ginge, pain in my arse, absolute knob, my idiot

Nicknames for you: My Sweet, Trouble, Mischief, Minx, love of my life, dear, Firecracker

Snuggles

You don’t really spoon. You kinda... slot all your limbs together.

Him inviting you to the Burrow during the holidays

Mrs Weasley putting you in a room with Ginny

You still get jiggy with it anyways

Because George is an absolute legend and clears off to ‘degnome the garden’

Absolutely WEIRD conversations

“Reckon if Snape stayed in the sun long enough we could use his head as a frying pan? I mean the oil’s already there”

“Go to sleep Fr- no wait no, imagine Snape flavoured bacon?”

“Vile”

“Disgusting”

“Would be a laugh though,”

“Oh absolutely,”

“Oh I do love you, YN,”

“Shut up, dickhead,”

....

“Love you too,”

“I know you do, you snotface,”