summary: being the babysitter of literal grown men with your gorgeous wife se-mi
pairings: se-mi x f!reader (wlw because we all wanna be her bitch), platonic! thanos, nam gyu, min su & gyeong su x f!reader
warnings: man children
a/n: (name) is a fashion designer!
part one: lady boss! here
literal man child. all of them.
you think min su at least is more responsible than the other three
but no, boy can literally be utterly clueless sometimes
namgyu at 11.40 am
min su ask lady boss if we could bring allen into the apartment
dw u cute she wont get mad at u
"(name), nam gyu asked if they could bring the german shepherd from downstairs into the apartment." min-su asked, looking up from his phone after reading the message that was sent to him.
"sure. tell them to get its dog certificate from the owner and it can sleep in my room too." you replied, full of sarcasm as you and se-mi, who let out a snicker at that - prepare the coffee table for lunch.
min-su perked up, shocked that you agreed without any arguments. "really?!" you looked at him, baffled, searching for any signs he realised that you were just being sarcastic.
spoiler alert, he didn't. god bless this man and your patience.
thanos has a habit of holding the handle of your bag when going through a crowd
his brain shut down at random times
so he needs you or nam gyu or anyone else to make sure he don't face plant into a pole or smth
while nam gyu holds you by the back of your neck while he walks behind you
leading you to wherever you guys are going
you and se-mi love to spite the others by being lovey dovey with each other
can't help with how se-mi can't keep her hands to herself too
while you walk with the others, she has a hand on your waist or hip, keeping you close to her
she love holding your hands too
keeping your intertwined hands in the pocket of her black leather coat when it's cold outside.
"your hands so cold, baby." se-mi frowned as she held your hands, caressing your skin. she then intertwined your fingers together before putting it in the pocket of her black coat.
you smiled giddily as you couldn't help but feel flustered from her action. "let's get some warm soup later, the one you like." she suggested, rubbing your knuckles with her thumb.
"okay." you nodded, before holding her arm with your other hand, hugging it.
from behind, nam gyu dramatically gagged at the scene in front of him. "gosh, couples."
thanos groaned, slinging his arm around min-su's shoulder, pulling him to his side. "min-su, cutie. come on, hold my hand too."
"i refuse." he replied, trying to push him away.
you have to hold back se-mi from killing them
however, se-mi doesn't bother holding you back from jumping them whenever they get on your last nerve
she encourages you to send them to hell and have the devil personally give them a tour of it
especially when you're taking measurements for their outfits
"su bong, hold still!" you groaned, smacking his stomach. he let out a playful 'ow', holding his stomach dramatically. "so fierce, senorita."
nam gyu chuckled as he watched the scene before him, snacking on a bag of lays chips.
"don't blame me if your pants drop in the middle of your performances because i couldn't get the right measurement." you threatened lightly, circling the measuring tape around his hips.
thanos gasped, grinning as he clapped his hands. "the fans would love that, wouldn't they?!"
gyeong-su cackled, looking through the designs of outfit that you had planned for them on your ipad. "nah, you would blow up on X."
nam gyu laughed, brushing his hands against each other to get rid of any chips dust. "that would be great publicity for black stones wouldn't that?"
"oh my god, no one wants to see your weeny, choi su bong!"
se-mi didn't have to hold you back from killing them
but she had to hold you back from strangling yourself with the measuring tape hanging around your neck
they love taking pictures of you
they your personal paparazzi
especially thanos, nam gyu and se-mi
it could range from you looking like an utter goddess that graced the world to the most mememable picture of you.
their birthday posts and instagram stories of you is whole rollercoaster ride
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A/N: This is my first post, and it’s not very good but I just needed to write something up to get a start to my blog 😄 Also I want to make it clear I don’t support Niragi’s actions towards Usagi and I don’t defend what he did either, I hate him for it but unfortunately he’s fine and I have many fanfic ideas for him 😔 Oh and also forgive me that this is quite unrealistic.
TW: use of y/n lmao, death, cursing
Y/n glared at the ecstatic man in the crowd of people, him not quite blending in. He had straight grown out black hair, in a half-up, half-down hairstyle. He had various piercings decorating his face and wore a long-sleeved black and white giraffe print shirt, paired with black leather pants. His face constantly wore a teasing and smug expression. Y/n was leaning against a wall in the far end of the large and crowded room.
Her eyes peered as he taunted beach citizens, drowning in power. The rifle slung across his shoulder served as a threat, a reminder that he was untouchable, to anyone who dared to question the fact. He stuck his tongue out, getting uncomfortably close to anyone he pleased. He took pleasure in seeing them squirm in fear the moment he approached them.
As he continued his usual irritating behaviour, Y/n couldn’t help but acknowledge the way he made her feel. The flutter in her stomach and light blush that spread across her cheeks. The urge that took over her to always keep him in her sight. He was reckless, she didn’t know why she felt responsible for ensuring nothing bad happened to him, that he didn’t irk the wrong person. She never interacted with him, despite eye contact across the room or meaningless flirty comments as she walked past him.
He was a militant, a young but dangerous one. He had no filter and no care in the world. The beach was intended to be a utopia for everyone, but it seemed like it was extraordinary for Niragi. It seemed this was where he thrived best, his vile and true self being accepted, or allowed at least. Nobody around to stop or tame him. Y/n was one of the few female militants, but that didn’t mean for her to be underestimated. She was unreadable, and expressionless. Nobody could get into her heart or mind, well, that’s what everyone thought.
Y/n’s attention was brought back to the crowd in front of her, when she noticed people were suspiciously whispering and shuffling. She clutched her gun and pushed herself slightly off the wall, trying to figure out what was happening. Then, she looked at Niragi’s oblivious and playful manner. For some reason, that sight gave her the impression he was going to fall victim to whatever the people were scheming.
As if her mind was read, a group of men suddenly jumped him. They used their limbs to knock him down, dropping Niragi roughly on his stomach. He resisted and attempted to use his gun, but they crushed his fingers and forced him to lose grip.”You fuckers, I’m gonna fucking kill you all,” Niragi threatened, venom heard in his voice. “Holy shit, we got him. We can finally kill Niragi, nobody in this room could give a shit about him.” A man putting all his weight on Niragi’s back spoke. Niragi was violently squirming and trying to get out of their grip, but there were too many of them. He was enraged at the feeling of helplessness, it was a feeling far too familiar.
Just as a man snatched Niragi’s rifle off the ground and began navigating how to use it, gun shots echoed through the room. Y/n appeared, forcing herself through the crowd and without hesitance shooting a bullet through the man holding the rifle's skull. His body became limp against the velvet red carpet, his blood seeping into it. Gasps stretched throughout the room and the man holding Niragi down made a knowing expression before also being shot dead.
Y/n had a blank expression, aiming her gun at the other men, in a threatening manner. They raised their hands in the air and crawled back, clearly uninterested in going near Niragi and more focussed on not facing the very same fate as their acquaintances. Niragi had an in-awe look painted on his face as he stared at her. He gave a smirk, flashing a portion of his teeth, as he got back up and took hold of his rifle.
Y/n began to speak, “Death to all traitors, that rule extends to attempting to harm an executive.” She glanced at Niragi who was already staring back, attempting to mask the relief she felt deep down, seeing him alive. She couldn’t explain why she saved the psychopath facing her at that moment. Couldn’t explain why she cared. She tried to play it off as following the rules, but the look on his face made it clear he was not thinking that. He was smirking and the bright lights in the room reflected off his sharp and dark eyes, causing a glimmer to appear. Did she just make a grave mistake, and gotten herself involved with someone as unpredictable and manic as him?
All the citizens in the room obediently nodded, eyes meeting the ground as they collectively thought back to the image of the two men being shot dead. People started to leave the room, Y/n remained standing in the centre of the room, with a deadpan expression, looking at the ground.
“It appears I’ve got a protector.” Niragi mumbled under his breath, making sure she heard and chuckling after delivering his statement. He strolled away, lightly whistling while simultaneously continuing to wear his cold facade.
A/N: Thank you if you read to this point, and please feel free to either give advice to improve my writing or recommendations on who I should write with whatever prompt. If this post gets any attention I’ll make a list of what or who I’m willing to write about.
