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madtickler39 · 3 years

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Welcome to Club T’s

One of my fan favorites from the old blog, enjoy:

One could look at Emily and assume her life was perfect A nice home, well off family that was well known in California. Naturally blonde hair, a petite little figure and long legs all around a smile that could turn a man to stone. Going to movie premieres, sports events and mingling with LA bigwigs, Emily was never long without something to do. Oh dont get me wrong, Emily never complained. She loved her family, loved her friends, loved her job. She’d never complain for a second. But still something was missing. That’s why Emily found herself where she was, in a taxi outside a new and mysterious club in downtown LA. She stared at the door for a long time before the driver finally asked “Are you gettin out or what?” Emily came back to reality and paid the driver, and stepped out of her car as confidently as she could. What she couldn't sell her blue dress and black heels could. She walked into the club like it was nobody’s business, and was an instant bombshell to the eligible young men at Club T’s. What made her walk into this particular club that night? Well, to understand that, we have to go back a little bit. Emily had a friend named Stephen, and one time not too long ago Stephen did something she couldn’t get out of her head. He tickled her. It wasn’t her first time being tickled, not by a longshot. For some reason, the feeling she got when he finally stopped kept coming back to her head like a drug, needing to come forward again and refusing any lesser pleasure. She had no trouble finding a man to do anything she wanted, but for some reason this one request proved elusive to her charms. After a brief search on the internet, she found out that club T’s was the place to find what she wanted. It wasn’t easy to find out how to get in, the people she was here to see were very secretive. The main club was just like any other club. The music was too loud, the drinks were too expensive and you couldn’t see or move anywhere. After a few minutes of moving around she found the specific corner that housed the VIP section of the club, she said the codeword to the bouncer, and with a smirk he let her in. It was the look a wolf gives a deer after a day without food, and it unsettled her. Inside, the VIP area was another world. The clothes were different, the lights were a bit brighter, and you could hear yourself over the music. The men were dressed in anything from suits to T-shirts while the girls were wearing some pretty revealing clothing, anything that exposed the belly, shorts, mini skirts and few of them wore heels. They wore colored wristbands, green yellow and red. Green was an open invitation, yellow required an ask, and red meant not to approach. Emily had a yellow wristband, fastened around her ankle like the website advised. There was more seating space than at any normal club here, couches and chairs everywhere. The dance floor had some people, but others were chasing each other around the floor, and in a couch by the corner a man had a captive girl in his lap. Her hands were bound and her feet were in his lap. As he grabbed the toe of her sock, her bound hands came up to her face to conceal her smile and she shook her head. He grinned evilly and slowly pulled the sock off, revealing her bare foot. At the edges of the dance floor were a few suspended cages, each with a girl inside and a person outside sticking a feather duster in. Emily asked the bartender “What’s all that about?” A cute redhead in a black corset said “Those girls work here. The customers pay to use the feather dusters for a time. They can also pay to remove clothing or lower the cages. It breaks the ice for the newcomers. Speaking of, is this your first time?” “Why yes” said Emily looking around. “Is this actually for real?” The bartender, whose nametag read “Sam” said “It sure is. I can lock you in that cage if you’re too nervous to get started on your own?” Emily blushed, and suddenly a voice came from behind her that said smoothly “Sam, hasn’t your boss told you not to mess with the new talent? Or do I have to tickle you for your tips again?” Sam blushed now, and backed towards the liquor shelf nervously. Emily asked the tall, suit clad stranger “What?” He said “Oh you haven’t heard? If you find their service in any way lacking, you have to give them the oppurtunity to get their tips tickled back into them. That’s why she wears a corset, her pits are her worst spot.” She hissed “Damon!” So you weren't kidding on the website” Emily asked. “This really is a tickle club.” Damon said “Oh yes, but if you want to see come by when Sam brings my bottle of Dom. She needs a good tickling to earn her tips back after that hiss…” Sam gulped. She’d done it now. Damon slapped down a 20 and said “Whatever the lady likes is on me.” Sam fixed Emily a drink and grabbed a champagne bottle, but Emily hesitated as Sam left. Sam looked over her shoulder and said “You comin? This is what you wanted right?” Emily finished her liquid courage, and followed Sam to a door labelled “Barefoot Room” Upon entering, Sam said “It’s quite literal, no shoes allowed inside.” Sam quickly kicked off her pumps and went inside, and Emily removed her peep toed heels to join her. “You learn quickly Emily” Damon smiled as he smiled at Emilys little feet as she flexed her toes “Im just amazed” Emily replied blushing as she felt Damon's gaze on her toes “Theres nothing to feel scared about Emily" Damon smiled as he took a sip of his drink. “so tell me what brings you here”” Emily took a deep breath, and then she started “It all started when my friend Stephen tickled my feet a few months ago. It felt...well I guess how a normal person feels being tickled. Sure, the laughing was fun but when it was happening I just wanted him to stop after a few seconds...afterwards I couldn’t get it out of my head. I tried forgetting it, distracting myself. Anytime I was alone with my thoughts, I thought of that sensation and how badly I wanted it back. So I found this place...and here I am.” “And here you are.” Damon said. He saw Emily look down nervously and said “Emily, come sit by me.” She came and sat down next to him hesitantly, and drew her feet behind her knees, where Damon couldn’t see them. It was all she could do not to blush. He asked her “Sam needs to be tickled if she wants her tips from me, where should she be tickled?” “Her underarms” Emily replied without hesitation. Sam shut her eyes and raised her arms, beginning to breathe heavily. She begged “Please be gentle.” Damon looked and raised an eyebrow “you answered that quickly for a newbie; I think we may have a little sadist here. Sam, I think we should let your new friend here do the honors” Emily looked nervous again, and said “You want me to tickle her?” Damon nodded silently and said “If you'd prefer I can tickle her. The whole time you watch her suffer knowing that it's coming for you next…” She was up in an instant, and facing Sam directly. Sam felt her breathe and winced, that gave Emily an inexplicable pleasure. She pounced. Emily dug her nails into Sam’s underarms, and Damon smirked as she screamed. Sam was able to hold her arms up for a few seconds, but within 15 seconds they came down reflexively. Sam laughed like crazy but Emily wouldn't let up. Sam tried to turn away, but Emily kept at it, and pulled Sam closer. The punishment became a wrestling match soon as the girls came to the ground, with Emily straddling her hips. Emily leaned forward and pinned the poor bartender’s wrists over her head and blew on her underarms, which drove sam into a mad fit of giggles. She begged “HEHEHEHE Stop teasing!” Emily couldn't tell you why she said this, but she shouted “This is club tease!” Before she could sink her nails back into Sam’s smooth hollows, Emily burst out laughing “HAHAHAHAHA!” And lost her grip. Sam scrambled out from under her, and went to Damon, who was holding Emily’s ankle, with his other hand gently stroking her sole. She giggled gently with each stroke of his hands. He patted Sam on the butt and said “That’s enough sweetie. Call me when you get off work. For now I have some soft, pretty feet to break in.” This comment made Emily blush, and wiggle her baby blue toes. As Sam walked out of the room and grabbed her shoes, Emily looked down, anticipating the tickling. The tickling was slow, methodical. He was really tickling her brain more than her sole. Reminding her that he could do what he want, control her body against her will. He could make her laugh whenever he pleased. All it took was a foot and a finger. He had the finger, and the foot may as well have been a plaything of his. It was in his grasp and she wasn’t getting it out. Emily remained on all fours(or threes, not counting the foot that belonged to Damon at the moment), and giggled when Damon wanted her to, otherwise she just accepted the breaks and caught her breath. Sometimes she would look back at Damon, nearly melting him with that forced smile. Other times she looked away and tried to just take it. During a break, Damon rubbed her sole with his palm and commented “I see you took the website’s advice and got a pedicure. How recently?” Emily giggled “A couple hours ago hehehe.” she heard Damon inhale deeply and felt his lips rub along her sole now. His lips tickled ever so slightly. She giggled “hehehehe are you smelling my foot?” She read many of the men here also had foot fetishes, but never expected to find herself here tonight… He replied “You used a vanilla scented lotion. It’s my favorite.” “EEP!” She squealed, something had pinched the ball of her foot, and one look back at Damon licking his lips told the whole story. Could she really drive him so crazy with just her feet? This could add some fun to the tickling...but before she could finish that thought, her mind commanded her to laugh again. Emily fell flat on her belly as she felt a warm, wet sensation streak across her arch. She turned her head to the side to release peals of laughter, and started pounding the carpet with her fist. If Damon’s finger was mean, his tongue was just cruel. Emily was at once suffering and feeling an indescribable ecstasy. All she could do to cope was laugh, and between breaths beg “Hahahaha! Stahahahahap!” Emily got herself a momentary respite from Damon’s tongue, but only because he needed it to taunt her. His fingers returned to gently stroking her arches as he taunted “Oh you don’t want this to stop. If you did you’d pull your foot away. Look.” Emily flipped over and saw that his hand was open, only cupping her heel. He tickled with all his fingers slowly, and she reflexively pulled back a few inches, then paused. Emily hesitated a few seconds, it tickled so bad but there was just nothing like it. Her foot slowly slid back into his grip, and his hand closed around her ankle. She gasped, what had she done? Damon taunted “See? I knew you liked it!” And he tickled her sole all over again with his fingers, making her laugh even louder, wondering why she gave her foot to him. He lifted her foot up to his mouth, but there was resistance from her tight little dress. Damon lowered her foot and said “Emily, your dress is lovely but if you want to have more fun, it may be best to change.” Emily blushed again and said “I don't have a change of clothes.” Damon began stroking her instep and commented “Not to worry. There is a private changing room in here with spare clothes, better for our activities.” Damon helped her up, and opened a wall panel that led to a cozy changing room. Emily removed her dress and placed it on a hanger, then found a pair of little pink shorts and a white tshirt to put on. The shirt was awfully short, and only came down to her ribs, leaving her midriff vulnerable. The shorts were quite short, revealing her long tanned legs. She emerged a little sheepishly, but Damon gushed over her, making her blush for the umpteenth time tonight. She came up to the couch where he sat and requested “Where do you want me?” She felt his eyes combing every inch of exposed skin, searching for a spot to make her squeal. She felt uneasy, but exhilarated. Damon grabbed her by the hand and sat her on the couch next to him. He draped her legs over his...and once she breathed out he lobster clawed her knees. Emily shrieked, breaking down in helpless laughter as she tried to sit up and reach his hands. After a few moments of squeezing her legs and knees, Damon began to gently scribble his fingertips all along her thighs and up towards her hips. Emily’s laughter went up in pitch as Damon reached her hips and pinched, and he licked his lips looking at that bare midriff. Damon gave Emily a break to catch her breath, and breathing heavily she sighed “hehehe that was fun.” Damon had an evil smirk on his face, she asked him “What is that look for?” Damon said “I’m going to have that cute tummy of yours next. But I’m going to give you a choice, my tongue or my hands?” Emily’s eyes bugged out, and she couldn’t possibly choose between tortures for a moment. She thought about her feet, and his tongue was much worse there. She answered “Hands.” Damon smirked, had she chosen wrong? What was he playing at? She didn’t have time to think any further as ten fingers began wiggling along her midriff, and her tummy exploded with ticklish sensations. She let out a loud belly laugh, and cursed as her hands wanted nothing more than to seize his and make it stop. Despite this desperate need, her mind would not allow them, making them twitch up and down her sides in a comical fashion. The game changed utterly when Damon managed to wiggle a finger into her navel, making Emily scream like a banshee before breaking down in frantic laughter. She tried to get him off of there, but her hands were swatted away by his free hand. This was almost as bad as her toes, or that tongue! Maybe she should have let him use his tongue after all… After a minute or so of her navel being explored and prodded, Emily couldn’t take anymore. Her begs became more desperate, and Damon heard it in her voice. She cried loudly “Uncle! Hahahahahaha! Please! Mercy! Hahahaha!” Damon stopped rather quickly, but Emily didn’t manage to stop giggling for another minute. He rubbed her belly during this time, and at last she recovered. She propped herself up on her elbows saying “That was wicked...I’ve never felt anything like it before.” Damon smirked, and said “I bet not.” Before they could say anything else, a blonde woman and a brunette with golden brown hair came into the room dancing with each other, kicking their shoes off as they entered. They plopped on the couch opposite Damon and Emily. The blonde said “I told you if we danced Damon would get us a snack!” Emily covered her face nervously as she blushed like a teenager, and would have curled into a ball had Damon not held her knees. The brunette asked “Who’s the tickle toy?” Damon said evenly “Girls, this is Emily. Emily, that is Shay, and Blair. Two tickle slaves of mine, who need to remember what happens when they don’t use their manners.” Damon continued “Emily is new, and I think she has had enough for one night. Blair, why don’t you tie Shay’s arms over her head?” They got to work, enjoying themselves and clearly under the influence a bit. Emily asked “So what, just like that we’re done?” Damon smirked and said “For tonight, after I do one quick thing. If you want another session I’ll see to it that you can contact me. Sit tight.” Damon got up and tested Shay’s bonds, who was standing on her tiptoes in the middle of the room, suspended from a chain. Damon produced two more cuffs and said “Your turn Blair.” She giggled as she assumed position for her restraints. Once they were restrained Damon instructed Emily “Give me your sole” holding his hand out. She placed an ankle in his hand, and he produced a pen. He slowly and painstakingly wrote something on Emily’s sole, but she couldn’t tell. All she could do was laugh and scream until he finished. It felt like an eternity of that ball point pen stroking her arches, but it was bliss for her. When he finally finished, he pecked each of her soles goodnight and she left for the evening. She inspected her sole before putting her shoes back on, and it read Damon’s number and address.

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heyitsyn · 3 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 9

a/n: hehehe this was inspired by that iconic picture in pinterest of akaashi turning into a child

summary: you signed up to take care of grown teenagers who are capable of taking care of themselves-not children

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

LMAO IS IWA KICKING HIM AND IS THAT MATTSUN SLAPPING HIS FLAT BUTT

so like,,,, you were at a complete loss

this was literally the last thing youd ever think of and you didnt even think it was possible for this to happen!

but before that

get in losers we’re going on a flashback

it was a wednesday so duh practice was normal after school

but you read on your weather app that it would be thunderstorming so you were worried on how the others would walk home and even texted oikawa if he could cancel the after-practice practice

but since the spring competitions were getting close, he wanted to get as much practice as possible, even sometimes doing monday practices, and the coaches were usually out the door once mandatory practice hours were over, letting the boys do more practice with no worry since you were there to handle it

the boys were in the gym practicing and stuff but you could hear the thunderstorms from the distance, the smell of rain already filling the gym

and you knew none of these boys owned or carried an umbrella with them so you were going to go and buy umbrellas for when they go home

‘you guys, ill be right back. im going to go to the store down the street, okay?’

the look you gave to iwa made him nod, knowing he was the one really in charged, since oikawa wasn’t really capable of handling everyone

‘i want to come’

kyo said but you stopped him, placing a comforting hand on his arm

‘ill be really quick so dont miss me too much’

‘come back soon, y/n-chan!’

‘be safe!’

iwa made sure you were bundled up with a raincoat and had your umbrella on hand before you went on your journey

ugh team moms have my heart

thankfully, the store had more than enough for the boys and you were trying to hurry because it was now raining heavily and you wanted to run back so they wouldnt worry

the cashier rang up your total and you were just giving her your card when a VERY BRIGHT LIGHTNING striked from the sky and a VERY LOUD thunderstorm rang in the distance

your heart thumped and it mightve just been your managerial instincts but you knew something was wrong

oh god oikawa must be freaking out right now since he absolutely hates thunderstorms

your worries were evident on your face so the cashier hurriedly handed you your bag full of umbrellas so you were able to sprint out of the door and too much in a hurry to even open your umbrella

the run to the school felt like it was a 10-mile run and when you finally ran towards the gym doors, you slowed to a speed-walk

but you froze

the lights were off and you could hear the screams of a child

well,,,,, more like, children

you entered the gym and fell on your butt in surprise

in front of you, were 9 toddlers who were thankfully covered by the now too-big clothing

they couldnt be over 3 and a half feet tall and looked like they were around 3 or 4

‘i-i-iwa-san?’

you stuttered and reached a hand forward towards the baby with the black spiky hair but he cried louder, clutching on to the brunette baby

‘oh god’

you were finally starting to realize this situation

‘oh my god, what do i do’

you mumbled, standing up and panicked eyes wandering over each child

they were chibis

3 chibis were sleeping and you could tell each boy by their hairstyle

kunimi, yahaba, and mattsun were sleeping on top of the blue shirts and white shorts

kindaichi was hiccuping, seemingly done with his crying, while oikawa was bawling and screaming with iwaizumi holding on to his hand tightly, eyes also teary

makki was bleary-eyed and watari was just sitting there, eyes wide and lips parted but kyo, with hair turned to his original color yet the same sharp yellow eyes, looked on the verge of crying, hands reaching out to you

you immediately grabbed ahold of oikawa and you were thankful that their shirts were still over their tiny body

‘its okay, oikawa-san, its okay’

thunder rumbled again and this time, woke up the others in fright causing them to also start crying then the others started their own crying because everyone else was crying

you kept oikawa on your arms but ran to check on individual player

‘no,no,no! its okay! look! ball!’

you presented the stray volleyball next to iwaizumi and you guessed he was holding it before he transformed into this child form

‘IM SCARED!’

kindaichi shouted while sobbing and his loud voice startled yahaba even more and got him to cry harder making the others follow suit as well

‘oh no’

you whined and was slowly going crazy by the crying noises

you dont have any siblings so you never got the experience of having to take care of be around a toddler

maybe you should calm each child individually

that would work, right?

you remembered the method you used on oikawa once during training camp and you were hoping that his child self would still use the same calming routine

the speed you had to find your headphones and plug them in to your phone then his ears and playing the ‘big bang theory’ theme song was A S T R O N O M I C A L

you placed him in front of you and wiped the tears that trailed down his chubby cheeks while his little hands held on to your shirt

his cries started to slow down until it was just whimpers and you placed a kiss on his forehead when he finally quieted down

but while you were taking care of their captain, kyo was yelling at yahaba and making him more upset and cry even harder

‘MEAN DOGGIE!’

yahaba shouted and tried to hit kyotani but he hit him back

you pushed both children away and sat them down on their beehinds in front of you

‘no. we dont hit, yahaba-san, and we dont make fun, kyotani-san. time out for you two’

yahaba glared at the floor with tears pricking his eyes but one look from you made him hold it in and bite his lip

iwaizumi looked like he was finally getting ahold of himself as he was calmly sitting down with makki and mattsun by his side

you chortled when mattsun still possessed the same teasing smirk as he did when he was a teenager and his red eyes were now filled with mischief along with makki

iwa looked up at you with bright eyes, as if waiting for a reward or a compliment, and you swallowed your squeal before crouching across him and caressing his cheek

‘good job, iwa-san. iwa-san is a good boy’

he smiled, a smile youve never seen before, then snuggled closer to your palm

the only one really crying was kindaichi while kunimi and watari were also just sitting down

kindaichi’s sobs echoed throughout the gym and as you walked closer, you heard his stomach growl and you instantly knew how to calm him down

the sausage you picked up to feed the strays with kyo later was still in your bag so you peeled the wrapper about halfway and handed it to him

kindaichi stared at it and you had to guide it in his mouth to start eating just to ensure him it was safe and he could eat

the thunder seemed to have died down and all that remained was rain

the boys were starting to shiver from the cold and you were sure the heat in the gym was working before you left but now it wasnt because of the power shutting down

it wouldnt be good if they remained in this cold environemnt and you suddenly remembered that you were still soaked from the rain and was getting colder by the second

maybe it was the panic that shot up your adrenaline and didnt let you realize your own situation

each boy had their jackets thrown to the side but you quickly put it on them so you could bundle them up as best as you can

their shoes were too large for them so you ran to the storage room where there were plastic bags that you used to tie around their feet with their socks

iwa noticed your trembling body and he shakily stood up and ran over to you

you finished tying kindaichi’s bag when you noticed iwa standing there with his arms stretched towards you

‘hug’

he squeaked and you sniffled before wrapping him in your arms and holding him close to you

it seems iwa still possessed his protective instincts from before

by the time all the boys were ready, the rain thankfully reduced to simple sprinkles and you made everyone hold hands

the boys stood on a row in front of you and you seriously talked to them

‘no matter what, never let go of your friend, okay? even you yahaba, kyotani’

the two gave each other a glare but they still clenched each other’s hands

you grasped oikawa and iwa’s hands and the others formed a chain with mattsun holding iwa’s and makki holding oikawa’s and so forth

you figured you could just leave their bags in the gym so you were walking as fast as you could towards home where it would be warm and a safe place to figure out a plan

natsu has seen a lot in his years of living and from being in nekoma in general

but he has been shocked to see this

it was already late and your parents were both at some business trip and he knew you were supposed to be home already but you werent

he was about to call you when the doorbell rang and he figured it was just some person convincing him to be christian

he opened the door, exasperated and irritated

‘listen, im the biggest sinner that has ever-Y/N!’

he shouted in surprise

there, you stood, shaking and red with a bunch of toddlers

what in the world

‘natsu. m-move’

you stuttered out and he couldnt help but do what you said and he made way for you and the little ducklings

the little boy from the back, the one with yellow eyes, glared at him as he walked past and natsu shook his head in disbelief

‘wha-’

you ran to the temp screen button thing bro i dont know what it is but i have something like an echobee thats like that to turn up the temperature in the house

the boys were still excitedly babbling on about some movie and they were singing songs

‘PONYO PONYO PONYO-’

poor natsu just stood at the archway by the living room

‘oi, y/n. please tell me you didnt kidnap a bunch of kids’

there was no teasing tone, just pure confusion

you didnt look up from the temp thing and you configured it to rest at 75 degrees fahrenheit fyi

‘something happened. something weird and bad happened. it shouldnt even be possible but it did and im so confused and i dont know what to do’

you rambled and you turned to look at the kids

natsu noticed your frazzled form and he gently grabbed a blanket to drape over you so you could get warm and led you to sit on the couch

‘just tell me, babes. we’ll figure it out’

he reassured and you sighed

‘i-i,,, was g-going to the-the convience store to-uh-get some umbrelllas for the boys but,,, when i was there,, there was a big thunder and boomed and lightining and i knew,,,,i knew there was something wrong and something had happened so i ran back and then bam! i saw them as kids!’

natsu trailed over from your face to the boys and he started to piece together that yes, this was your team

the brunette boy he messed around with and the one with the adorable eyebrows

‘y/n,, babes,, did you dabble with voodoo? bad juju?’

he whispered and you almost cried

‘no! why would i?!’

‘THEN WHY THE HELL ARE THEY BABIES?!’

‘I DONT KNOW! IM NOT DUMBLEDORE!’

‘what are we going to tell their parents?!’

‘that their kids turned to babies?!’

‘yea right! might as well tell them the earth is flat!’

you both went silent for a bit before natsu sighed then turned to you

‘babes, go and shower. go and get warm while i take care of the kids. youre soaked and youre freezing and you’ll get sick. besides, they shouldnt be that bad, right?’

not even caring to answer that question and completely not hearing it, you nodded and groggily went to go bath

the boys saw you leave and they looked at natsu with either wide scared eyes or glaring eyes

especially the boy with the yellow eyes

natsu smirked

‘i know you. what was it? dog? crazy dog?’

there was clear offense in kyo’s face and he easily jumped to natsu’s lap and grabbed his hair to tug on it

‘yey! play time!’

oikawa shrieked and everyone shouted in agreement before joining kyo

natsu screamed as they punched his stomach and pulled his hair

you were in the middle of rinsing your hair when you heard the screams and you thought it was the boys but you recognized them as natsu’s

you continued showering

the boys were having fun beating up your cousin and natsu seriously wondered if you were taking your sweet time just to let them have their fun

‘oi! if you dont stop! i wont let you play mario kart!’

the boy with a middle part stopped tugging his hair followed by the one with the spiky turnip looking hair

‘maiyo,,,, kat?’

ALKSDFJLSDKFJDFKJDS BABY KINDAICHI STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO SPEAK PROPERLY

natsu saw them both stop and he excitedly sat up

‘yea! mario kart! you want to play mario kart?! oh my! its so much more fun than playing with natsu-nii!’

he didnt care what they wanted to do as long as it didnt involve him being getting beaten up so he quickly assembled the console and they all rallied around natsu as he set up the game

‘okay. we can play with 4 players at a time. who’s going first?’

there was a bit of hostility among the children as they turned their former soft gazes to hard and competitive looks

‘me!’

‘i wanna!’

‘me!me!me!’

‘stop it kawa-chan!’

‘iwa-chan ow!’

there was great uproar while natsu sighed in relief and leaned against the back of the couch, watching in amusement

there were punches thrown, some shoves, but they ultimately decided on players

begrudgingly it was kyo, kindaichi, mattsun, and watari

the others stayed behind with a pout on their lips and sulked

but as soon as they started playing, those sad looks disappeared and they scooted closer to watch it with interest

‘GO MAKKI! GO!’

‘KENKEN HURRY!’

the only one who wasn’t so in to it was the one with the spiky black hair and green eyes

‘hey, kid, what’s wrong?’

natsu asked and he didnt answer but just looked at him before turning to watch the tv silently

he was about to ask again when you appeared and the boys cheered at your arrival before turning back on the game

you were refreshed and you sat on the loveseat next to natsu’s place on the couch

‘they seem to be having fun’

you smiled but natsu crinkled his eyebrows then pointed to a figure behind the rest

‘the kid’s just been sitting there. i dont know if hes just like that or what but hes not really doing anything’

‘oh, thats just iwa-san. hes normally like that. look. iwa-san! can you please come here?’

at the call for his name, the boy perked up and he excitedly clambered over to sit on your lap

he leaned his back against your chest and you ran your fingers through his hair

‘why are you just sitting there, hm? do you not want to play?’

you spoke softly and he shook his head, eyes still on the match

‘friends are happy when playing. i like my friends. im okay’

despite the very child-like voice, there was a sense of maturity in there and you weren’t sure if they still carried the same memories as they had back when they were already teenagers

‘iwa-san, do you know me?’

you asked and he looked up to look at your face

then he shook his head

‘no’

you blanched

and so did natsu

‘so let me get this straight, kid. you let some random stranger take you to their house?’

iwa shrugged

‘she help me and friends. she nice’

you almost squealed but held back and you tightened your arms around him

‘youre sweet, iwa-san’

‘y/n, you could literally be charged of kidnapping right now’

natsu ruined the moment and you glared at him

‘im just trying out a way to help them. and besides, they couldve screamed and cried and ran out but they didnt so i didnt take them against their will’

natsu rolled his eyes before standing up

‘well, im hungry. and these kids cant exactly have take-out. imma go see if we have any food left’

he left you alone with the kids and you encouraged the others to win by cheering for them and smiling at the way they were laughing

man, no matter what age, you still love them

natsu peaked his head out from the doorway

‘we got dino nugggets’

you nodded

‘those should be good’

natsu returned to his spot on the couch and you stared at him

‘what? im too scared to do anything to the oven. remember when i broke the other one?’

you sighed and shook your head

iwa noticed you needing to get up so he was about to move when you placed him on natsu’s lap

‘iwa-san, natsu-kun will take care of you for now, okay?’

iwa didnt object but he didnt like it either

you were pressing the timer on the oven and you opened it to change the racks when you noticed a small figure and hands and feet trying to climb in

in shock, you dropped the rack and grabbed kunimi’s small body

‘kunimi akira! what were you thinking?!’

the baby’s eyes were half-lidded and he looked really tired and the oven was radiating warmth and he thought he could climb in it and sleep

but you knew that he would literally DIE

you ran him back to the living room and natsu was shocked to hear of what happened

‘HUH?’

‘yea. so try and make sure none of them does something dangerous’

you pleaded and he nodded before taking kunimi’s hand and urging the kid to sleep on his lap instead

you were finally cooking the nuggets and while it cooked, you were grabbing any leftovers for you and natsu to eat

there was little bit of rice and some tonkatsu left so you heated that up and continued to cook until everything was finished

‘boys! natsu! dinner!’

at the mention of food, the kids dropped the controllers and raced to go to the kitchen

natsu trailed behind with a half-asleep kunimi in his arms and iwa who held his hand

‘FOOD!’

kindaichi and oikawa shrieked

you gave each boy their own portion of food and you gave natsu his dinner

‘to be honest, i was surprised we had enough nuggets’

natsu was surprised at the nuggets you still had in the freezer

you shrugged

‘at this point, im not even surprised at anything anymore. i think im just in a dream and im controlling it and somehow, the universe is bending itself to help me’

natsu stared at you as if you grew three heads before chuckling and returning to his food

however

there was no such thing as peaceful dinner with the boys

yahaba was crying that kyo took some of his nuggies

kunimi tried to have one bite of his chicken before toppling over to the side and falling asleep

mattsun was tricking makki by pointing somewhere and when the brownette turns, he would take a nugget

oikawa tried it and iwa almost fell for it but he caught his best friend in time resulting him to hit the choco-hair boy and making tooru cry from the booboo

you sighed, rubbing your temples

‘i swear. my head’

you whined and natsu patted your back before he disappeared somewhere, presumably his room, to get away from the madness

your temper was rising and with how exhausted youve been and the incoming cold you feel is making you irritated

‘BOYS’

of course they stopped as they got scared by your tone and if they were teenagers, they would have the same reaction because youve never used this tone on them

‘kindaichi, wake up kunimi. kyotani, matsukawa, eat your own nuggets. yahaba, oikawa, stop crying. kyotani apologize to yahaba for eating his nuggets and hug him. you too, iwaizumi apologize to tooru for hitting him and hug him’

‘BUT-’

the boys started but you shot them a look

‘NOW’

‘sorry’

they mumbled and they looked at you before going to give the other a hug

‘bakakawa’

iwaizumi mumbled and tooru was about to cry but you scolded iwaizumi again

‘iwa, we don’t call people stupid’

he stared at you then turned away, an obvious pout on his lips and pushed his plate away to sulk

wow

is parenting this hard?

watari calmly ate his food and you smiled

you scooped him in your arms and you held him close

‘come on, everyone. when youre done eating, how about we watch ponyo? hm?’

as if they werent just sulking, they all cheered and abandoned their food to go running to the living room where you put the movie on

halfway through the movie, someone wanted something sweet

you had iwa on your right, mattsun on your left, watari on your lap and oikawa by your feet so you werent exactly at the position to make something

‘nee-chan, i want choco’

makki asked and you sucked in a sharp breath to calm yourself from how cute he was

you gently asked the others to move so you could go but they held on to a part of you

mattsun and iwa with your arms, watari holding your shirt, oikawa holding your leg

‘come on, guys.do you want choco?’

‘but-but-but’

oikawa blubbered

‘please dont go’

mattsun pleaded quietly

‘ill be back! i swear! please?’

begrudgingly, they let go and you stretched out your legs when you stood up then walked to the kitchen

as you opened the door, you were looking through something when you saw a reflection from the glass of a face

you shrieked and looked behind you, expecting some murderer but it was actually a line of the boys

it was like they followed you into the kitchen like ducklings following their mama duck

‘kyotani!’

you wheezed, seeing it was his face that you saw with those beautiful eyes

‘we missed you, nee-chan’

kindaichi whined with a small voice

you noticed that kunimi wasnt with the group so you assumed he was asleep on the couch

‘you scared nee-chan, boys. but it’s okay’

their puppy eyes made you cry inside but you ushered them to go to the dining room so they could wait there for their drinks

you poured chocolate milk for everyone except for tooru as he was lactose intolerant so you gave him chocolate oat milk

they brought the glass to their lips as you drank coffee and they lit up at the delicious taste

‘mmmm’

they giggled and you chuckled before reaching over to wipe makki’s top lip

‘thank you nee-chan!’

oikawa grinned and they all agreed

‘youre welcome. nee-chan will take care of you when you need it’

by the time midnight struck, you were already in a cuddle pile with the boys

they all fell asleep and you were being laid on by the others

natsu came down for water and saw you being smothered by bodies but he thought it was cute so he took a picture for you to see in the morning

he found the remote and turned off the movie and tv before wishing a whisper of a good night then headed back to his room

the room was filled with snores and you were dead asleep

but you couldnt help but squeeze back the tiny hand that gripped yours

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mrs l/n and mr. l/n groggily made their way up to the front door

‘god, its so late. im so tired. i want to sleep’

mrs l/n complained

mr l/n immediately fished out his keys and he turned the door to enter their home

it was very quiet and dark so they figured that both you and natsu already went to bed

they dumped their luggage at the entrance, bothering to unpack tomorrow and were making their way to the kitchen for a water

mrs l/n was making her way to the bathroom when she heard a groan from the living room

her eyes shot wide open and she thought she was so tired that she was hallucinating

but nope

her eyes transfixed itself on a figure that was standing at the middle of the living room

with a shaking hand, she reached over to flicker the lights on and she shrieked at the sight of a naked man

tooru felt sleep immediately leave him at the sound of the woman’s shriek and his eyes fell on someone by the doorway and she was not staring at his face

instead

down there

he followed her sight and my god

oikawa screamed

a/n: hehehe happy new years!!! well,, belated new years!! but we really starting the new year with a buck naked oikawa and a traumatized mom aren’t we? but i hope everyone had a great holiday and im so excited for the start of the new year and what it has in store for us!!! sending much love!!!

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babysizedfics · 3 years

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2! - 👑

baby vee on the loose in just a diaper

vote from this concept voting post!

warning: this includes tickling and light teasing and is INCREDIBLY adorable

one day vee is in her slightly older headspace that being 18 months - which coincidentally is the age babies start running

now roman (whos not little) and patton are just chilling in romans room talking and waiting for logan to finish changing vee into a diaper so they can all play with the baby

when suddenly they hear a muffled "Vee, sit back- Baby! Baby, no, no no come back! BABY-"

that is followed by quick little footsteps appraching the door and light giggles - then vee pushes the door open, jiji clutched to her chest, dressed in a pink crop top that reads "cute" in rainbow letters and a pink and white diaper and literally nothing else

roman and patton instantly burst out laughing because she toddles into the room so quickly but shes so wobbly! wearing a diaper makes it hard to walk for her because of the thick padding so she really is toddling like a baby

and she immediately darts to the bed where roman is sitting propped against the headboard and he hurriedly opens his arms just in time for her to literally collapse on his chest and wriggle around to straddle his lap, all while squeaking in laughter

"heya, titch," roman giggles, holding her steady. "did you escape, huh?" and he feels so delighted and amused that her diaper is on full display and is crinkling loudly when vee giggles and wriggles.

"Vee?? Baby, where are you?!" logan sounds panicked in the hallway

"in here loganberry!" patton chuckles, his phone pulled out and clearly capturing a ton of photos of this moment

but vee whines and quickly hides her face in romans shoulder and covers her head with jiji

Roman giggles "whatcha doin, baby?"

and she responds from her hiding place "umbibible"

"youre what?" patton frowns, still smiling though

roman chuckles understanding what she means "are you invisible?"

vee nods and squeals in delight. "shh shh bimbible!"

"ohh okay, shh shh" roman whispers and nods very seriously and cradles the back of her shoulders and diaper to hold her safe and help her hide. "invisible"

logan suddenly bursts in looking stressed as heck and sighs in relief when he sees vee in romans lap

"hey specs, whats got you so frazzled?" roman asks and bites his lip to contain his laughter

after a brief moment taking a deep breath and running his hand back through his hair, logan has recomposed himself. "hello roman. Could you do me a favor and hand over the baby in your lap?"

then roman frowns. "what baby?"

vee giggles and buries her head more in romans neck. he doesnt mind the slight ache at all

logan smiles humourlessly. "very funny, but I need to get her dress on"

"i dont think it would fit you, honey" patton jokes from behind his phone.

roman snorts

logan stares at patton, expressionless

and then roman notices that the way patton holds the camera is so obvious he is taking a VIDEO of this exchange. roman hugs vee tighter with pride

"okay, i really do need to get the baby dressed though" logan insists to roman with a little smile

roman makes a show of looking around the room, avoiding looking down at the adorable mound of pink and white in his lap. "sorry, i dont see any baby"

vee squirms and her diaper crinkles loudly. then they all hear the tiniest babyish whisper. "bimbible"

they're all trying so hard not to laugh now, logan is like biting his cheek to stop smiling and sternly says "roman, I need to get your baby sibling dressed"

"logan i literally have no idea where she is!"

vee giggles and kicks her feet lightly in excitemnt

a choked laugh escapes patton before he scrunches his face to stop it, and logan closes his eyes, his face twitching with the effort not to laugh. romans the best at holding in laughter but he's close to breaking he can tell

"okahay" logan says with a concealed chuckle. "okay, then. roman can you please help me find the baby?"

roman gasps dramatically. "logan, you lost the baby?! What kind of a mother are you!!"

and vee suddenly squeals loud and highpitched into romans shoulder and wiggles so much that shes basically vibrating with excitement

everyone silently wheezes at the reaction: logan slams his hand over his mouth and has to hold the wall for support, romans head drops back in a silent scream of laughter and cradles vees head, and pattons eyes squint shut and the camera wobbles as he shakes with silent chuckles

at that point patton knows they need to wrap this up or they'll either burst into loud laughter and risk startling vee, or they'll all run out of breath from trying to hold it back

"if there was a baby in here," he laughs as gently as he can, "then surely she would be invisible, right roman?"

roman agrees "yes obviously, patton" and he sways gently cradling vee because she was constantly squeaking and squirming and they dont want her getting too overexcited

again, vee giggles "bimbible, bimbible!" still hiding in romans shoulder

of course that gives logan an idea

he approaches the bed "well im afraid theres only one way to find invisible babies" he starts very solemnly and perches on the edge of the mattress next to roman and totally not a totally visible baby

then he smiles. "is sheeeee... over here?" he asks, fluttering just one finger over her neck and vee squeaks and pulls jiji down to cover her neck

roman smiles and strokes her now visible purple hair

"hmm" logan hums in thought as patton gets up from the beanbag to get a better angle to film this whole debacle. logan smiles at the camera mischievously for a moment, apparently forgetting his camera shyness in the excitement

"is she perhaps here?" and he scribbles all fingers of one hand over the exposed back of her knee

vee giggles melodically and quickly folds her legs up into romans lap - but her toes are scrunching happily. shes no longer hidden in romans shoulder but is still curled up against his chest and is hiding her face with jiji

"I think I know where the baby is~" logan sings teasingly, and everyone beams and giggles at the way vee wiggles so much that roman has to curl his arms all the way around her and her diaper to stop her from wriggling right off his lap

"she must be...." logan draws it out, wiggling all ten fingers towards her back. "over here!"

logans fingertips land just above the hem of vee's diaper, settling on her sides and the back of her ribs and scribbling and spiralling gently - the diaper hem rustles loudly under his fingers but thats nothing compared to the reaction from vee

she positively screeches with squeaky laughter, dropping jiji instantly to reveal her flushed cheeks and her scrunched up happy eyes and her big big gummy smile! she wriggles around so much and flaps jiji in the air excitedly

and everyone coos "THERE SHE IS~ 💞" in unison

...

when they finish with the tickling and the giggling, logan finally gets vee back in her room to get dressed... but she whines and pouts whenever he tried to put any kind of skirt or pants on her

try as he might logan literally cannot convince vee to wear anymore clothes than she's already wearing - so for a compromise he simply puts on her ruffly white diaper cover !

patton absolutey bursts with love and adorableness when he sees her all smiley and blushy and wriggly in her cute poofy diaper cover and roman giggles and thinks about how much fun it'll be to remind vee about this tomorrow >:3c

for the entire day everyone is just so giggly because vee is in the most playful happy baby mood, she loves not wearing any pants or skirts and keeps wiggling on her butt to hear the diaper crinkles and kicking her bare legs in excitement and squeals

...

the next morning roman absolutely follows through on his promise to himself and tells vee all about it

vee is so so embarrassed, blushing like mad and hiding her face behind logans shoulder as everyone smiles and tries not to giggle too hard at her reaction

"oh my god, why didnt anyone dress me??"

"you put up quite a fight" logan says so casually it almost sounds like he isnt grinning ear to ear. "youre very persuasive when you pout, princess"

vee pulls away from him with a very appropriate pout

"aww come on dont be embarrassed," patton coos "you were the most adorable little baby in the world yesterday with your poofy little diaper butt"

"dad!" vee squeaks in indignation

everyone giggles at her reaction (and roman sees her lips twitch up in a hidden smile)

roman leans to whisper in her ear "i think you like it~"

"stoooop" vee whines and buries her burning cheeks against romans shoudler instead

big mistake

"wow déja vu" roman chuckles "i guess youre not straddling my lap this time though - all wriggly and giggly and crinkly"

vee pulls back form him with a bewildered look "i was in your lap? and i was only wearing--"

"well sure!" patton chuckles as though its ridiculous vee is even questioning it. "i dunno why youre so suprised, you always sit in your brothers lap. OH I can show you the video to prove it!" and he pulls out his cellphone and starts searching for the video

"i dunno pat, are you sure it will help to watch the video?" roman asks

and for a MILLISECOND vee thinks roman is actually for once showing her mercy

then he smiles at her. "i mean she was 'bimbible', I dunno if you wouldve caught her on camera"

"thats very true," logan nods, sipping his coffee with a smirk "though it might be worth reviewing the footage purely for research purposes"

patton laughs "oh of course, we really have to check if you can see 'bimbible' babies on camera... oop, i think we can!"

patton beams and holds up his phone to show a picture of vee curled up against romans chest, half-naked and with romans hands curled round her shoulders and the top of the diaper, his head thrown back and clearly in the midst of delighted laughter

vee squeaks and pulls minty from their seat at the breakfast table to bury her face in them. "youre my only ally minty" she whispers into their fluff as the family all coo over the adorable photos

#guys i think ive done it i think this is the cutest concept #little/big concepts #fam ily tickles #agere virgil #little virgil #cg logan #cg patton #sanders sides agere #ts agere #asks #👑 anon #long post

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8unnieswrld · 4 years

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5 more minutes (Johnny Suh x Reader)

Word count: 1.8k

Requests: “Kiss me again” + “lol why u so short?”

Warnings: none shit is so cute

A/N: im literally so stupid i posted this but messed up in structure so i deleted it and took a week to redo it

You could feel a soft vibration coming from under your back as it shocks you from your sleep. The noise causes your heart to race as you roll over to reach for your phone. You couldn't even possibly begin to think who would be calling you, first thing in the morning. Nevertheless, silently cursing at them while thrashing your legs about angrily.

“Hello?” You grumble, head thumping as you roll over, placing your phone to your ear as you close your eyes once again.

“Y/N where are you? It's been 30 minutes and I-” You heard your boyfriend speak from the other side of the line, the background buzzing with chatter and laughter. Going silent you realise what Johnny was talking about.

You almost screamed at yourself when your eyes shot open, checking the time on your phone. You felt like you could just about kick yourself in the face right now as the large numbers stare you in the face.

11:30am

The ‘punch in the gut’ numbers haunt you as you roll out of bed running towards the bathroom, as best you could.

“Ha ha ha ha ha, the bus was late! Just uh- Let everyone eat first!” You laugh awkwardly. Tumbling into the bathroom, you flinch as the cold tiles touch your warm feet.

“You just woke up, didn't you?” Johnny sighs, chuckling a bit.

“I'm sorry! I set my alarm for 9:30 p.m. instead of a.m.! Tell the boys to start eating and i'll just order later!” You apologize while turning the faucet on the highest setting due to sheer panic, the abrupt action causing water to splash onto your phone, muffling Johnny’s laughter.

“It’s okay, I could have come and picked you up if you weren't so stubborn. I’ll come pick-” Johnny suggested before you cut him off, yelling.

“No! Babe, please eat first!”

You hear Johnny excuse himself from his bandmates at the table, explaining to them why he was leaving momentarily, causing them to all laugh and coo at you through the phone.

“I'll see you in a bit babe~” Johnny sings, before making kissy noises to the phone and hanging up.

Fuck.

You could not even believe the sheer idiocracy that you felt wrapping around your body as you stared into the mirror, a reflection haunting you.

“You’re so fucking stupid Y/N, you know?” You groan, smacking yourself on the head before violently turning on the faucet, yet again. Brushing your teeth and washing your face felt like a blip as you were running out of the bathroom, immediately towards your ‘I like to keep them in view because they’re pretty’ clothes rack to look for an outfit. Instinctively, you pause for a second to play music before picking your outfit. One that’s comfy enough to wear for a brunch but not too restraining on the stomach. As you were changing in your room you hear Johnny’s car pull up from outside, honking as if he wanted you to be dressed and ready to go when he arrived. You choose to ignore his signal, telling yourself that no one in their right mind could get ready that quickly. Pulling a dress over your head, you hear Johnny begin honking impatiently.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble, frustrated as you stomp towards the window, pulling it open to yell at him at the top of your lungs.

“I'M NOT READY!” You scream, poking your head out of the window slightly. Johnny laughs at this, amused as if you weren't almost an hour late to his best friend's insane engagement brunch. You reach behind your back, struggling to pull up the dress’ zipper. Fast paced footsteps carrying you to the mirror, rapidly spinning to see any potential issue. The sound of the front door closing causes you to flinch, even though you knew it was Johnny. You jiggle the zipper even faster trying to get it up before he walks in. You didn't even know why you wanted the dress up so quickly before he walked in, it's not like he had never seen you naked before, but right now you felt embarrassed and didn't even want to hear a word of it from Johnny. Frustrated, you scream in anger throwing yourself onto the floor in defeat while the non-compliant dress bundles at your feet. Johnny rushes towards your bedroom at the sound of the scream, quickly throwing the door open out of worry. The sight of you sitting in the middle of your room, pink silk dress bundled around you, hair messed up and half wet from washing your face, quickly dismisses his worried thoughts. Johnny could feel his heart soften, cherishing this simple moment in his mind as he smiles, walking over to you before placing you on your feet and zipping up the back of your dress.

Johnny’s hands felt cold on your warm flushed skin, hot from a mixture of anger, embarrassment and adrenaline. You look at him through the mirror, silently staring at him as he brushes your hair, not saying a single word. You had expected him to come in, laughing at you for setting your alarm wrong but I guess he could read your utter distress enough for him to stay silent, understanding. With one swift movement you turn around, hooking your arms around his torso, leaning into him with your face squished against his chest.

“Y/N it’s alright, no one is going to care.” Johnny comforted, stroking your head. You didn't reply, only getting up to walk towards your vanity which held all your makeup. Johnny opens your closet, grabbing a cardigan and an undershirt knowing how cruel the cold weather was to your health. He sits on the edge of your bed, close enough to feel heat radiate from you as he watches you apply makeup to your face. He decides to braid a strand of your hair to pass the time. One strand multiplied into two which then turned into 3. Johnny shuffles a bit, the fabric of his puffer jacket chafing together and creating sounds that faded into the music that continued to play. He pulls out his phone, sneakily taking a picture of you.

“Alright, I'm finished!” You announced, getting up from your seat to turn and look at your boyfriend. He smiles at you before handing you a black turtleneck to wear under your dress.

“You’ll get sick if you don't wear this.”

You roll your eyes, turning around as Johnny unzips your dress. Once you have shifted the straps of your dress off of your arms, Johnny places the turtleneck over your head, allowing you to pull it down and tuck it inside the dress before flattening out the layered material.

“Let's take a picture, we’re matching!” You laugh, finally paying attention to his outfit. Johnny was wearing a dusty pink button up shirt layered with a similar black turtleneck and a jacket. His outfit made you smile, realising that you had both unintentionally coordinated your outfits without communication. You stood in front of your wardrobe mirror, pulling out your phone as you pose awkwardly before Johnny stands next to you. His calming presence causes you to become more relaxed as you pose with him. You both took a couple photos, before you began to pose playfully with one another, completely unaware of the passing time. Johnny picks you up slightly which causes you to laugh as he takes more pictures. You cup his face in your hands as you giggle, staring at him full of love, quickly giving him an unexpected kiss. Johnny drops his phone, eyes wide as you smile, placing a kiss on his lips. He goes in for another before your eyes widen, seeing the time on the wall staring back at you like it had moments before on your phone.

“Johnny! Put me down we’re so late!” You squeal, kicking as you slide yourself off him, grabbing your belongings and his car keys. Johnny feels frustration build up in his chest as he whines playfully. He pulls you towards him once more as he huffs sitting down on your bed, kicking his feet like a child.

“Kiss me again Y/NNNNN~” Johnny whines, looking you in the eyes as he kicks his feet even more.

“Johnny we gotta go, we’re already so late.”

He pouts, eyebrows furrowing as he refuses to move, crossing his arms and puckering his lips. “Kisses. Now.” He demands, keeping up his childish demeanor.

You sigh, rubbing your temples as you move towards him, causing him to happily stand up and pucker his lips again, eyes closed and all.

A frown creeps onto your face. Who in the world would be unable to remember the difference in height between you two?

“Johnny... I literally cannot reach.” You announce, pushing his shoulders down as he laughs.

“Lol, why you so short?” He teases, causing you to hit his chest playfully to which he responded overdramatically by gripping his heart in “pain.” Apologizing, he bends down a bit till his face is just above eye level with you.

“Come on, I'm waiting~” He sings happily moving his body from side to side. You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you cup his face giving him repetitive pecks on the lips. He smiles into the kisses grabbing you by the waist as he pulls you both down, falling on the bed with a physical ‘oomf’. You laugh, but quickly turn to scold him for the sudden action.

“Johnny, we are literally so late! Jaehyun is going to be so upset!” You squeal, pushing his chest in an attempt to get up. Johnny barely moves, only nuzzling his head on top of yours. After repeatedly trying to escape and failing you sigh. Giving into his cuddling, you wrap your arms around his torso.

“Just 5 minutes Y/N. I barely see you.” He pleads, a more serious tone escaping his lips.

You bite your lip in guilt as you knew how far you and Johnny lived apart from one another, due to the fact you both attended different universities.

“Fine…” You mumble, placing a kiss onto his neck, the only place you could reach due to Johnny’s sheer strength and height. Laying in silence you could hear Johnny’s steadying heart beat rhythmically in your ear as you traced circles on his back. The silence was soon interrupted with Johnny’s phone ringing, sending waves of vibration over the entire bed. Johnny picks it up, placing it on his ear as he rolls over again to continue hugging you.

“Hyung! Where the fuck are you?” You could hear Mark question over the phone. Johnny and you both stay silent, looking at each other, desperately searching for a reply.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Uh! Sorry Mark- Traffic’s real bad right now!” You panicked, getting up from the bed while silently motioning Johnny to do the same.

“Damn, the traffic’s that bad right now?” Mark laughs, causing you to facepalm in disbelief that he really believed the lie. “Alright...See you soon!” He greets before hanging up the phone.

“He is so stupid.”

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fallinforgyu · 2 years

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i just. finished reading cherry part one and two and. im gonna need a few days to recover i literally cant form thoughts right now so im just just gonna scream for a bit if u dont mind.

EHFUQZHGUIDJJFIHVIZJDOAFIOAZVI???../.?????../.?.?????! ARE U ACTUALLY KIDDING ME RN??????????? bestie ur one of the best writers out there ISTG i literally couldnt stop smiling like an idiot all while reading part one and part two made ME CRY LIKE I SHED ACTUAL TEARS and omg i just cant i cant i would literally die for cherry!hee him & yn are so fucking cute and u deserve the world and more bc YOURE SO TALENTED when i was done reading i literally had to stop and collect my thoughts for a minute cause it was too good. i'll def reread at some point this week and re fangirl cause im losing my shit

also tag me in part three pls <33333333 HAVE A GOOD REST OF UR DAY UR THE BEST

AAAAAAAAA THIS LITERALLY MADE ME SQUEAL AND KICK MY FEET OMHFKAJANS IM SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH 🥺🥺❤️ i’m so glad it made you smile and IM SO SORRY I MADE YOU CRY OMG but seriously thank you so much for your kind words i’m literally gonna cry 😭💕💔💔 you’re the sweetest ever :((

and absolutely you can be tagged in part 3!!! 🥺🥺❤️

#i’m literally about to cry rn :’)#i love u so much emma 🥺❤️#work: cherry 🍒#bun's moots 💌#httpheeseung 🔆#bunny's mailbox 📬

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 6 years

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Released

GOT7 - Ft. BTS

Im Jaebum (JB)/Reader [F]

Genre: Drama, Violence, Romance, Angst, Strong Fem.Lead

Words: 11.8k (why is this so much longer than the first part????)

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Released: [verb]: allow or enable to escape from confinement; set free.

This is a second part of a JB story I wrote way back, and a while ago, someone wanted me to write a second part and while I was stuck bored staring at a screen I had a small idea. And no, Bangtan ain’t your friends here. Read the first part here

(you don’t actually have to read this part, it’s just a little more of a mafia-eqsue GOT7)

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On the 8th month, you confessed to a man who was the leader of a gang of boys who had kidnapped you from your job at a bank. Now, on the 12th month, almost exactly one year since your first abduction, you were getting taken again. But instead of being taken from your boring job at your regular old bank, you were being taken from your hiding place you had chosen to stay in, out of sight of a job the boys were doing. Maybe all of this could have been avoided if you stayed out of that room.

But you had to find out where that sound of shattered glass came from.

The morning had started out as any other had for you the past few months. You would be wearing your standard oversized shirt of one of the boys and a pair of shorts, if it wasn’t too warm for shorts that is. Spring had just started and the winter chill hadn’t left yet, but the sun had started supplying it’s steadily growing warmth day after day.

You would feel that familiar weight on your waist of an arm draped around you with your head either lying on yet another arm, or a pillow. You’d always move closer to the body in front or behind you, depending on the way you moved as your slept, and tried to sleep just a little longer. When you felt the familiar kisses being placed on your neck from your partner, you’d groan at your distaste from being awake and your wanting to fall back asleep, always making him chuckle.

“We have to get up.” His tired, low, husky voice would whisper just barely into your ear, missing a few syllables as his sleepy state hadn’t let him fully remember how to speak. If your back was to him, your twist your body and always tuck your head underneath his chin and move your legs so that your knees lock with his, all while never once opening your eyes. He was warm, always so warm, and it brought so much comfort to you that you couldn’t even describe it.

“Y/N.. come on now. The boys will come barging in here if we don’t get up.” He would be running his finger through your hair, snagging on the tangles you acquired over night and watched as you would wince when he snagged a particularly strong one, just before kissing your head as a silent apology. This is when you would crack open your eyes and move to tilt your head up and untuck yourself from under his chin.

“Sometimes I wonder why you put up with them.” You’d all but whine to him, wanting to sleep more. He’d chuckle at you, and put a kiss on your forehead; the kiss would change from day to day, one day your cheek, the next your nose, etc.

“They’re like my brothers. I can’t just not put up with them.”

“More like their your children. They act like your their father.” He’d chuckle again at you, your morning state was never very nice. One time, you had been woken up by Jackson, who had burst into your room when he heard from Bambam that you liked JB. JB hadn’t seen you move so quickly. You had torn yourself from the bed, and him since you had already become a couple, and chased the muscular man down.

Through rooms, along the second floor railings, the staircases, and even around the rooftop. When JB had gotten himself out of bed, still wearing nothing but his sweats and his messy bed hair, he watched as you were literally dragging Jackson by the back of his tank top. He was still on his feet as you lightly choked him with the thin fabric, and made him quickly and clumsily step backwards to keep up with your rapid, angry stomps.

He watched as you all but threw him on the couch and sternly told him to stay put while you started screaming for Bambam, who had just walked into the room in his t-shirt and shorts. He looked at you, practically steaming in rage, and then to Jackson who gestured silently behind you to the boy to run while he could.

Bambam had pretty much figured out the entire scenario, just from the way you seemed so angry, the way Jackson was pretty terrified and didn’t dare move an inch and how JB just watched the first floor in amusement, leaning on the railing on the second floor, watching it all go down. He opened his mouth and motioned for you to calm down with his hands in front of him; but as you charged at him, he let out a high-pitched squeal and bolted in the opposite direction.

Jinyoung, who had been woken up by all the noise, stood next to JB, watching as you chased the young boy around and Jackson remained staring directly in front of him, still afraid to do anything.

“What the hell is going on?” He grumbled as JB just looked at him, a smirk on his face. “Well, it’s been a while since you had that look. What, Y/N finally tell you she’s got it hard for you?” He made a smirk of his own when JB shook his head and rolled his eyes. Jinyoung had been telling him for a while, ever since JB told him he liked you, that you had a thing for him too. But the damn leader was too resilient and didn’t want to get his hopes up.

“Wanna put a bet on what’s going on?” JB knew it wouldn’t take much for him to figure out the entire situation, but it wasn’t really worth it. He just shook his head and leaned on the railing, watching as you finally got to Bambam, kicked his feet from under him and pinned him to the ground on his chest, both of your knees firmly sat in the middle of his back as you held one arm behind him.

“Why did she even consider confiding in Bambam? I mean, I guess she was smart for not telling Jackson right off the bat, but really? Bambam? I would have gone to me or Mark if I were in her place.” JB looked at him, a brow raised.

“But, if she came to you, you’d just give her shit over it.” His friend shrugged.

“Small price to pay for finally getting two incompetent fools to finally give in to desire and fu-,” his sentence was cut off from the shrill, high pitched cry of Bambam as you took his arm and dragged his body on the ground to the couch next to Jackson. The two clung to each other and shook, almost like cartoon characters as you crossed your arms and glared down at them.

If you hadn’t been so terrifying, they would have thought you to be cute in your oversized clothes. You tapped your foot on the ground as you moved your gaze to glare at Jackson, then to Bambam. Mark, who was in the kitchen, had started making breakfast, as he knew that he was in the clear from whatever pain you were about to whip up. Maybe a bit of food would calm you down, you did like Mark’s cooking after all.

“Well, start explaining.” You had demanded but the boys were silent for a moments, trying to telepathically ask who would start talking first. When a few seconds of silence passed, you grew more impatient and lifted your foot to harshly slam into the cushions of the couch, between the legs of Jackson, impling that if he wanted to keep that thing between his legs, he’d start talking.

“Bam was the one who told me!” Bambam let out a sound of betrayal as you rolled your eyes.

“Well, no shit, really? I don’t know who else I decided to seek help from, a horrible decision I realize now.” You shifted to barely blare at Bam who visibly jumped at your gaze.

“I didn’t want to! When I came back to my room, Jackson kept asking me what we talked about. He was like a broken record and he wouldn’t shut up!” Jackson gasped.

“I was NOT a broken record!”

“You wouldn’t leave me alone!”

“I was curious and you wouldn’t tell me!”

“I was a secret for a reason!”

“Yeah, but-”

“ENOUGH!” You had sounded your booming voice, effectively shutting them up with small ‘yes ma’am’s falling from their whimpering voices. You moved your foot back to the ground and closed your eyes, rubbing at your temples at the strong oncoming headache you had forming. You then felt a soft had on the nape of your neck, rubbing it slightly as you turned to see JB smiling down at you, in both endearment and comfort. He had, at sometime, moved to the first floor. As amused as he was, he knew you’d get a headache from all of this and just worsen your mood.

“Let’s just let them off the hook if they apologize, okay?” His smile and his soft voice soothing your pounding head made you roll your eyes; you couldn’t say no to him. You looked to the two on the couch as they looked at each other and then moved to the ground, bowing to you and apologizing sincerely. Maybe you were a bit harsh no that you had time to calm down a fraction.

“Yeah, fine, it’s okay. Just get up and go help with breakfast.” You huffed out as the two rose and offered you a small hug each, which you returned with a small smile before they ran off. You sighed as JB placed a small kiss to your temple.

“I never even got to say a proper good morning.” You chuckled at his playful tone as you rolled your neck, his hand still massaging it.

“Good morning to you too.” The two of your were then approached by a smiling Youngjae, a closed fist holding something in his palm, and a glass of water. “Youngjae?” He opened his fist to reveal two small pills.

“You were yelling a lot and moving really fast right after waking up. I’m sure your head must hurt, so I brought you some medicine and water.” You wanted to hug him, he was seriously the softest person here, you sometimes forgot he was a criminal hacker, notorious for his undercover work. You took the glass and the medicine and took it, huffing out a breath when the water pushed the pills down your throat.

“Thanks.” He nodded.

“They should kick in soon, just don’t overexert yourself again and soon your headache will be long gone.” You nodded as he moved to the kitchen, muttering to himself on how he needed to fill up Cocoa’s, the dog JB had brought home to him, food and water dish.

JB still remembers that morning every now and again to give himself a good laugh. Because of that one morning, he’s come up with his way of waking you that wouldn’t result in a serious pounding. Like now, as he kissed at your forehead and rubbed at your back for you to get up with him, which you did do.

The two of you left the room, JB waking in front of you as you trudged behind, still tired and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Jb always tried to be the first one awake, along with you, so that things could get done without the loudness that is the rest of the boys. However, sometimes Jinyoung would surprise them and be awake already, sitting in the coffee drinking coffee, like today.

“You’re up early.” JB spoke to him as Jinyoung looked at you over the rim of his mug. He pointed his pinky out in your direction, watching as you took a seat at the table, supporting your cheek in your palm.

“So is she.” You mockingly chuckled at him as you then followed it with a hiss. He just scoffed and took another sip of his hot beverage as JB loitered around in the fridge. Normally when Jinyoung was awake, you and he would make breakfast as Jb had the liberty of waking everyone up; but he decided that it’d be a fend for yourself morning and they can get up when they wanted.

“Babe, you want breakfast,” JB spoke as he looked in the fridge.

“I’m fine thanks,” replied Jinyoung in a teasing voice, making JB nearly fall into the cool appliance. He looked over his shoulder to see you throwing something that was on the table at Jinyoung while he just chuckled and continued to drink his coffee. JB then looked at you, while you made eye contact.

“Do you want anything?” He asked with a smile, earning a grin from Jinyoung who was deciding if he wanted to answer again. You glared at Jinyoung before you sighed and shook your head.

“No, I’m not hungry yet.” JB nodded and pulled out a bottle of water. He walked the table and put it in front of you.

“Hungry or not, at least drink some water.” He placed a kiss on your cheek before his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he furrowed at the number while you paused mid-drink. He looked at Jinyoung who had sat down his coffee mug and moved to slightly hang off the chair he was on. “Wake them up.”

“Roger that.” Jinyoung got up and raced upstairs as JB turned to you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“I have business. Stay here and wake up a bit yeah? We’ll just be in the meeting room.” There was one room in the base that was completely off limits to you. It was specifically used for when the boys had plans for a job or had work to plan out on their own. You never knew what was in there, and it was slightly eating away at you, but all you did when JB told you was nod. You’d always nod, not letting him know of your curiosity.

“Go work then.” You offered a small smile when he squeezed your shoulder a bit before walking off and into the room at the far end of the first floor. Soon after, the boys came filing down one by one after Jinyoung.

“He already in there?” Jinyoung would call to you and you’d just call back.

“Yup.” Once Jinyoung was gone, down came Youngjae and Mark, Yugyeom, then Jackson and Bambam trailing behind. All of them disappearing into that one room you’re not allowed in, that one room that always made you remember that your family of 7 boys were a pack of criminals. A pack of criminals who, a year ago, kidnapped you.

You had put your past behind you by now, but it was always a trip when you were thrown back into the reality of what the boys have done, will do, or what they’re capable of. Jinyoung and Mark could shot a man dead in the head without batting an eye, Jackson could break someone’s arms without hesitation, Bambam wouldn’t flinch if he got into a knife fight with someone, Yugyeom could easily brawl with someone and beat them within an inch of their life bare handed and Youngjae would easily hack into anything he wished, spying, tracking and sabotaging anything electronic based.

Then there was JB. He wasn’t just the leader because of his age, he was the leader because of his skill. He was the one who trained Jinyoung on the ways of guns, who in turn trained Mark, he’s the one who motivated Jackson and Yugyeom to use their strengths, he showed Youngjae a path he could take that didn’t get blood stained on his hands, and he helped Bambam find his potential when he was lost.

He wasn’t just a leader, he helped his team find their way, and with that, they were loyal to him. Sure, they had their spats, but what family didn’t? JB was manipulative, he was able to get into someone’s head, make them act the way that he wanted, he was clever, sly and had connections through blackmail he held above people’s head. He didn’t have a weakness, or at least you didn’t see one, but he knew he had at least two weaknesses.

His team and you.

His fear of losing one of his brothers and his fear of ever losing you haunted him. It’d keep him up some nights, what would he do if something happened that he didn’t prepare for, something he didn’t know how to work with, something that resulted in losing someone for good? He didn’t know, and that terrified him. That was why he never let you in that room, if you stepped in that room, you’d have to stop sitting on the border of criminal or innocent.

If you walked in that room, you’d be considered a full blooded criminal.

Too many secrets and missions lay in that room. Too many things that keep him on constant alert, too many dangerous threats. He wouldn’t let you in, no matter what and he hoped you would never try and come in.

They were in the room all morning, and when you had finished your water, you refilled it before putting it back in the fridge and turned to the door across the main floor. Metal and bare, tucked in a corner. You didn’t even know how big the room was, let alone what was inside. You silently toed over to the door and stood beside the door frame, letting your curiosity get the best of you, hoping to catch a bit of conversation.

You jumped as you head the clattered of a chair hit the ground, after what you guessed was someone kicking it. What was going on in there?

“How did they even find out?!” The voice was Mark’s. Mark didn’t raise his voice often, he was more soft spoken and was quiet. So listening to his shout wasn’t a good sign to you. The boys tried to calm him down, while he just shouted at them. “Get your hands off me! Jaebum, what are we going to do?” Mark was older than Jaebum, but never acted like it.

There was silence before there was a sound of footsteps getting closer to the door. You pushed off the wall, bolting to the stairs and skipping up them before shutting yourself in the bathroom. You didn’t have a story, but you were too anxious right now to go back out and act like nothing had happened.

You head the sound of someone kicking something down stairs and shouting curses at nothing, and that someone was JB. Whatever they were talking about, it wasn’t good, far from it. As nothing they talk about in that room is good, but this seemed worse than the other times. So, with a strong intent on not going out there, you started stripping yourself of your clothes to take a shower.

When you had peeled off your clothes, remaining only in your underwear, you jumped at the sudden knock at the door.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” It was JB.

“Yeah, I’m going to take a shower. Hold on.” You slipped your shirt back on and opened the door, revealing a distraught looking JB. He sighed when you appeared in front of him, almost relaxing. “You okay?” You’d ask him, as if you didn’t over hear part of their meeting.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just checking on you.” He moved his hand to pass through your hair again before he pulled you to him, holding you to his chest around your shoulders. He buried his face in your neck, his nose trailing around the crook of your shoulder. You rubbed on his back as you held you tight enough to break you to your toes, heels lifting off the ground.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can let you shower first, you seem so stressed.” Your brow furrowed in concern as he shook his head.

“Some new information we received just shook me up. It was from another unit, like us, and they just found something out about us.” It worried you when he spoke like this. “It scares me and I don’t know what to do.” He shook in your arms as you pulled him into the bathroom with you and shut the door with your foot.

Now he held you in piracy and you felt him continue to tremble in fear. Whatever it was that had him shaken, it genuinely terrified you. You could guarantee that if JB looked down the barrel of a gun pushed again his eyes, he wouldn’t do anything be remain completely calm, but now he was holding you and trembling in cold, solid fear. Fear about something you had no clue about. He was scared and at a loss for what to do, and you had no idea how you could even begin to help him.

So, you just decided to hold him.

You stroked his head, rubbed his back and would talk to him softly about anything and everything you could think of that might calm him down. You had even pulled at the hem of his sweats, as all morning he hadn’t been wearing a shirt as he came straight from bed.

“You should shower, it’ll help calm you down, okay?” You pulled away from him as you cupped his cheeks, pushing his head to look at you. His arms were still loosely linked around your waist, dropping from your shoulders.

“You calm me down.” You shook your head in amusement of his childishness.

“Then I’ll shower with you, deal?” He only nodded as you removed your clothes like before and he rid himself of his own. You had seem each bare before, and so when you entered the shower, nothing happened but you mission to calm him down.

You’d stand on the side of the tub, balancing to wash his hair because of his height, and you’d help release the tension and knots in his back with subs of soap and rubbing it into his skin. In turn, he’d wash your own hair and back for you and even when everything was clean and done, he still just hold you. He held you under the water to his chest, the warm water hitting your back slowly turning chilled.

“JB, we should get out or else we’ll use all the hot water. I don’t want to hear Youngjae whine from a cold shower all through the base again.” JB managed to crack a small chuckle at the memory of the whines from Youngjae when he was the last to shower one morning with a balls freezing shower. “There’s a smile. Now, let’s get out and get dressed, yeah?” He nodded as the water was turned off and you stepped out to grab him and yourself a towel.

“We’ll have to go to the room in towels, I didn’t bring extra clothes and neither did you.” You smiled at him as he wrapped it around his waist, you wrapping your own around your chest. You left the bathroom, telling JB to head to the room while you scanned the downstairs for Youngjae, who was sitting on the ground, playing with Cocoa, an almost sad smile on his face.

“Youngjae!” You shouted to him, resulting in him snapped his head up to you. He nearly turned tomato red seeing you in only a towel and still wet from the shower. “Go ahead and take a shower before the other boys do, okay?” He nodded as he smiled at you, his normal radiance showing again and the sadness from before gone. Maybe you just imagined it?

When went to the shared room of your’s and JB’s while you two began changing. You watched as he picked out clothes to wear, and you knew he’d be leaving today.

He chose a long sleeved black turtle neck that clung to his torso and exposed his muscles along with black cargo pants with pockets and slips along the pant leg. You watched as he pulled a pair of fingerless gloves from one of his drawers and socks with a black cap and mask.

You had just put on a pair of ripped jeans, an a long sleeved shirt that was just one size too big. You didn’t bother with your hair and wore a pair of black socks, as brighter colors tended to be easily dirtied. You watched as he sat on the bed and pulled on his socks, walking over to him and rubbed his shoulder. He looked to you as he sighed.

“You're going out to work today, aren’t you?” He nodded.

“I’m sorry. I really, really don’t want to. Not today.” He looked at the ground as you shook your head and moved to rub the back of his stiff neck.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I’ll be here when you get back. Are all the boys going?” He nodded.

“Yeah, it’s a big deal, this job. I have to take all of them.” You nodded in understanding.

“Just be safe. I’ll go down and make some food for you guys before you leave, it’s not good if you do your job hungry. Plus, I’m sure Yugyeom will just whine the entire way there if he’d not fed.” You smiled to him, trying to reassure him. He took your hand and ran his fingers over your knuckles, happy for you trying to make him smile. He nodded at you.

“If you would, that'd be great. Thank you.” You nodded to him, a big smile on your face.

“It’s no problem at all!” With a quick kiss to his cheek, you ran out of the room and down the stairs to start doing whatever in the kitchen. He watched your back until you turned out of his sight and his thoughts consumed him again.

“How did they find out that you were with me?”

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After all the boys had showered and gotten dressed, they all greeted you in their normal ways and sat to eat the food you had made them. It wasn’t anything big, since you were short on time, but anything was better than nothing. One by one they finished their plates and piled them into the sink where you said that you’d get to it later.

You watched as they armed themselves with their weapons of choice and geared up with communication wires and hid themselves in caps and masks; a few even putting on sunglasses, one of which being Youngjae. He didn’t want his entire face known to where ever they were going. He was a secret infamous hacker after all.

They had moved all their equipment out to their van as JB stayed with you for a moment more. He just stood in front of you, his hand holding yours as Jinyoung called from the van that they had to go. He just looked at you, something clouding his usually strong gaze. You just smiled at him.

“Come home safe. I’ll be waiting, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He squeezed your hand before he dropped it and ran to the van and you watched it pull out, seeing the boys waving out the windows before it was out of sight. You straightened up the base, getting laundry sorted out and what not, they’re more or less need to wash their clothes when they got back; safety purposese and all. It was 20 minutes after they left when you started the dishes. It was silent, save for the sound of the water faucet, when you heard a rather loud sound of glass being shattered in another room.

You jumped as you turned and looked around. You definitely knew where it came from, but part of you was scared to check it out. But you had to check to see what had caused the sound, even if it did come from the meeting room. She knew he shouldn’t go in, but as she crossed the room to the door, she tightly held a plate in her hand. If anything, she could just hit someone or whatever caused the sound with it.

He slowly turned the handle of the door and pushed it open, a strange gush of wind hitting her face as she did so. She stepped inside and looked around. There was a large wooden table with all sorts of papers and files on it, a bulletin board with a large map and tacks with string connecting them. Pictures of faces all over the board is what caught your attention.

You walked over to the board and looked at them. There were 7 photographs of different men with labels over each one. The positions were nearly the same as your group of boys. Hackers, gunsmen, combat specialists and the leader. There was a large, bolded label beneath the photos label ‘Bangtan’, so you assumed that’s what their little group was called.

“Are these the people JB was worried about?” You looked them over for a brief second more before you decided to look for reason you came in here. The sound of breaking glass.

Looking around, the only think you saw was towards the ceiling, a small horizontal window was shattered. Maybe an animal had thrown a rock at it or something? You tried to ignore the fact that everything you tried to think it was, was probably wrong. The window was large enough for a person to slip through and with all the tree outside, it wouldn’t be hard to get in.

You felt your breath start to quicken as you took a few steps back, ready to leave the room. You turned to leave, but screamed and dropped your plate as you saw a small, quick black figure rush at you from a corner they had been hiding it.

They pushed you against the table, your back pushing against the top if it, making papers fly off the tabletop and others to crumple under you. Your toes brushed the ground as the person pinned your neck down. You kicked with your legs, tried to pry who ever this was off you while you tried in a blind panic to pry their arms off your neck; your nails leaving scratches on their wrists.

“Sorry ‘bout this.” Was all the person said before your blurry vision caught sight of one of his arms lifting up, holding something that looked to be the shape of a pistol, before harshly slamming it’s end into your head, knocking you, completely and utterly, unconscious.

When your squirming stopped and your body fell limp, the person who was holding you let go over your neck and your body pulling you down off the table to collapse onto the floor. The person looked at their wrists with small kitten like scratches and red, raised flesh at your attempts of freedom and seethed.

The person was a man, and he was dressed in all black, as most people tended to do when they did something like this. HIs shirt clung to him as it’s sleeves only came down to barely pass his elbows. He wore a watch and black pants with boots. His white hair peeked out from under his beanie and his covered his face with a mask.

He pulled a small polaroid camera from a pouch he had attached to his right leg and quickly snapped a picture of your unconscious body on the floor. He set the camera on the table after pulling the photo and waited for it to appear. He moved your head as he knelt to your body and examined the wound he gave you.

Blood still slowly oozed down the side of your face as your eyes were shut, lips parted slightly. You’d live, but you’d wake up with a headache, that’s for sure. He had no choice in the matter though, you made it impossible for him to work if you were still conscious. He had a job to do after all. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he stood up and answered the call, knowing it was from his own boss.

“You get her yet?” The voice spoke into the phone. The man looked down to you and he nudged you with his foot slightly, ensuring you were out cold.

“Yeah, I got her. Tore up my wrists though, bitch.” He muttered under his breath.

“Get her back here ASAP Suga, we don’t have a lot of time left.” He nodded.

“Will do.” Suga ended the call and noticed as the picture of you laying unceremoniously on the ground had fully cured. He took a mark from his pouch the camera was in and wrote at the bottom of the photo before he picked your body up, and left through the front door so casually it was almost sickening, before he piled your body in the backseat of a car and then took off; leaving both the camera and photo behind for your little group to find later.

The game has officially begun.

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“Y/N!” JB had stormed into the base that afternoon, after his mission had turned out to be a busy. A false lead someone had lead him into and the sinking pit in his stomach, known as fear, only heightened when he realized it. The boys had raced in after him, all clearly panicked along with their leader.

“I’ll check upstairs, Bam, you take the roof.” Yugyeom called to Bambam.

“Roger that.” Jinyoung ran out the back of the building while Mark and Jackson covered the outside. Youngjae searched around the first floor with JB, who was in the kitchen right now. The sink had still been filled with dishes from the morning while the water was still running. The sink hadn’t been stopped thankfully, but it was odd to him. You wouldn’t just leave things off and unfinished like this.

“JB!” He snapped to when he heard Youngjae’s panic laced voice. He moved to see the younger boy in the entrance to the meeting room. “The door was open….” JB raced in the room, and saw the shattered glass on the floor as well as the small spots of, now dried, blood on the ground. He walked around to the table where some papers were scattered around, but more than anything, walked towards the camera that he knew wasn’t his.

He saw the corner of a hidden photograph under the camera as he slid it out to look at it. His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as he gripping his fists tightly, his short nails digging into his palms. “WE GOT THE PRINCESS,” was what was written on the bottom of the photo. His face began to burn in rage as he grabbed the camera, and with strong, pure rage, he flung it against the bulletin board at the group of photos; at Bangtan.

“God- fucking- Dammit!” Youngjae jumped and moved out of the way as his leader stormed past him, and up the stairs only to slam the door to his room, shutting himself in there. Jinyoung had watched him and made his way to the meeting room where Youngjae looked like he was ready to cry at the photo he was holding. Youngjae looked at Jinyoung, sorrow in his eyes.

“Jinyoung…” He raced to the younger boy and pulled his head to rest on his shoulder. “They took her…” He let out small sobs as Jinyoung took the photo and felt his own anger build up. He told Youngjae to go sit on the couch as he got the rest of the boys. Jinyoung passed around the photo to show the boys. There were mixed reactions. Yugyeom had reacted the same as Youngjae with his tears and fear of your abduction, Bambam was just as anger as Jinyoung was and was just shouting about how something needed to be done and Jackson was, for once, speechless. He couldn’t process that fact that you weren’t here.

“Those psychopaths took Y/N, we have to go get her before they go and go God knows what!” Bambam’s face was red, all his blood rushing to his head and his breath quickening with his panic mixed cocktail that is the emotion of fear.

“We all know this, but we can’t just go in guns blazing you idiot.” Jinyoung was trying to be the voice of reason, as their leader was currently probably having a breakdown of his own.

“Why not?!” Jinyoung slammed his hand on the table.

“They already hurt her once, we don’t think things out Y/N will fucking die! Any more stupid ass questions?!” His temper flared and entitled silence. Yugyeom looked up at the second floor, looking at the shut door of the shared room.

“JB, is he okay?”

“I doubt it,” Jackson whispered. “If my girlfriend just got kidnapped from the place she called home while I was out on a job, that turned out to be a fake, I’d be in the same position.” Everyone looked anywhere they could, to try to get their minds focused, but nothing helped. Youngjae wouldn’t smile, all he did was frown and cry, not even when Cocoa, who had been spooked near to death, climbed on his lap, all he did was cry.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Mark had stood from where he sat. “If we need to get things moving, we need him. He’s is complete distress right now, and if he stays this way, we might as well kiss Y/N goodbye. Without a leader who can properly get us started in the right direction, Y/N is as good as dead.”

“Don’t say that!” Bambam shouted at his senior. Mark didn’t find it offensive or rude, everyone is on edge right now.

“It’s the worst case scenario, but a scenario we still need to be aware of.” His blunt reply just earned a frustrated groan from Bambam. Yugyeom had gotten off the couch and moved Bambam to come outside with him, so he can calm down. Yugyeom had the best calming effect on Bambam, they were best friends, so it was the best course of action. Jinyoung looked at Mark who started towards the stairs.

“Take care of him.” Mark waved in confirmation at Jinyoung.

“Consider it done.” He moved up the stairs and soon disappeared into the room.

JB had practically tore the room apart. The blankets from the bed had been disheveled and pulled off, books and items from shelves were on the floor in unorganized, messy patterns and the chair that sat at the desk in the corner of the room was clear across the room on the ground, below a hole in the wall that clearly indicated JB had chucked the chair in rage.

The said man himself, sat at the end of his bed with his knees up, on the floor, and his elbows rests on his knees, pushing his palms into his face. His fingers slightly pulled angry at his bangs that were pushed out of his face as his deep breaths were shown in his heavily rising and falling shoulders. Mark moved to sit beside the leader and lazily through his arms over his knees, his hand dangling in front of him as he looked around the mess of the room again.

“You really did a number on his room.” Mark all but muttered as he took in a quick breath through his nose and tapped his feet on the ground, not sure where to start talking. He said he’d talk and help, but he had no idea how to do that.

“Why didn’t I notice the flaws in that stupid fake lead. Why didn’t I ignore it.” Mark looked at JB as he watched his jawline move with his words, not really able to see his face, let alone his mouth. His words were slightly muffled, his hands causing the issue. “If I had done a better fucking job, Y/N would still- she’d still-”

“You’re acting like she’s already dead.” Mark’s blunt, nonchalant reply irked JB. He moved his hand to glared out of the corner of his eye at the older man. “Yes, things are shitty, we took a bad lead and now Y/N is gone, but it could be worse.” JB sprung from his fetal like position and grabbed the collar of Mark’s shirt.

“How could this be worse?! We were played, juped and Y/N, my fucking girlfriend, has been taken by a group of 7 pieces of horseshit who had lead us on in the first place!” Mark grabbed JB’s wrist, and kicked his gut, pushing the man off him and pinned him to the ground.

“You wanna know how it could be worse Jaebum? Let me tell you.” His grip on JB was firm, not allowing him to move. Mark didn’t intend one a brawl, but if that’s what it took to snap him out of it, then that’s what he’d do. “We could have come back to see Y/N’s body, cold and dead on the floor, but we didn’t. She could have been murdered and left for us to find, but she wasn’t. She’s still alive out there, and we just need to find her. You act like you’ve already lost and you haven’t even started trying yet! If you really care about your fucking girlfriend, if you care about Y/N at all, you’ll stop giving up before trying and actually give a damn!”

Mark throw a spontaneous punch at JB’s right cheek, finally giving the last push he needed to come out of his blinded rage. JB’s mind had cleared, just a small hole thanks to Mark. He just lay on the floor now, not moving and not looking back at Mark. He just kept his head turned as he thought. He thought about you, how he missed you, how he wanted you back and how he would go through hell to get you back.

“Are you finally ready to start getting to work, or do you need another reminder.” Mark drew his fist back slightly as JB turned to finally look at the man above him. His were still angry, but not they were more than that. They were focused, determined, ready to fight. Mark smirked at him.

“I think I'll go without that second strike. One is plenty.” Mark dryly chuckled as he got off him and grabbed his arm, pulling JB to his feet along with himself.

“What a shame, I had a second one all ready to go.” JB smirked at him as he left the room, Mark behind him. He was greeted with the mixed faces of his team on the first floor again before he looked at each of them. Each face morphed into a face of determination, ready to fight, when JB seemed to be ready to lead them.

“You have a plan?” Jinyoung asked JB. He looked at his watch before he mentally took into account his ammunition in the van right now.

“Yes. Meeting room, right now. We’re getting Y/N back.” The boys sprung off the couch and chairs and ran to the room, ready to work when Mark patted JB’s shoulder.

“Lead us to our princess, or great Leader. I don’t want to be stuck with a bunch of guys again. How lame would that be.” He walked past JB and into the room, where the rest were waiting on him, calling at him to hurry up so they could start. He wasn’t alone, he had a family, and with their help, he’d get you back. No matter what he had to go through.

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When you slowly started coming to, your head pounded and your eyesight was blurred. Blinking several times in hopes that it would clear up, you lifted your head from it’s dropped position, neck biting with a dull pain. You looked around, you were in an unfamiliar room, a table in the corner with a lamp and an old, dusty cot that looks like no one had laid in it for years. It was dark and devoid of windows and it had a tangent, musty smell of stagnant air.

After scoping where you were, you had tried to move your body and quickly found you were bound to a chair. Bound with a harsh, splintering rope, you were happy to have long sleeves on, because it was your sleeves that was keeping your skin from taking on the harsh texture full on. Your ankles were also bound, just as your wrists and you finally got a hold of yourself to realize that you were also gagged. A thick piece of cloth was tied around your head, no doubt the knot at the back tangled with your hair as you breathed harshly through your nose.

The chair you sat in was fastened to the ground, so even if you had the strength to try and move the chair with yourself, you had zero chance of doing so. You could feel the dried blood, caked and crusted on the side of your face as you mouth tasted like iron. Your mind started to whirl into overdrive as the door, at the front of the room, clicked with the sound of unlocking and was soon pushed open.

You winced, squinting your eyes as the light from the outside flooded the room and seemed to attach your vision. You blinked a few times, eyes still narrow and saw a two figures in the doorway. One was smaller, slimmer, while the other stood taller and seemed more wide shouldered. You stared at the smaller one, recognizing their body size and shape, and deemed that they were the one who brought you into this mess.

He was the one who had knocked you unconscious with the blunt end of a gun and dragged your body out of your home. He was the one who kidnapped you.

“Well, you’re awake much sooner than expected,” the taller man spoke. You only shot him a glare, with your mouth gagged, you couldn’t speak. Your body tensed as he walked towards you and grabbed the gag, pulling it down, out of your mouth and now around your neck. You hissed as the knot at the back of your head pulled strands of your hair.

“You really don’t know how to treat a woman do you.” You seethed out at the man in front of you. “Short stuff over there proved that already, thanks to him, I have a nice little gash on my head.” The smaller man jumped to as he approached you.

“You left me no choice, you were squirming around way too much and I had a job to do.”

“Yes, because I was going to willingly let myself walk off with some stranger who is more than likely just as criminally active as the place he decided to break into. Oh, and by the way, for future reference, if you wanna be sneaky, don’t break a window in a room that leads to the main area were anyone could see you. That’s just piss poor planning.”

Your words continued to irk the smaller boy, while it seemed to amuse the taller one. He chuckled at your attitude, surprised at how you can run your mouth in a situation that is less than desirable. You only looked and glared at the man.

“What’re you laughing about?” He crossed his arm and bent down to grab your chin and jerk your head up to look at him. You narrowed your eyes, recalling his face from one of the photos in the meeting room back at the base. He was the leader and you were no doubt in some isolated room that was under Bangtan’s rule. You pulled your chin away, but only to have it gripped harder and pulled back to him.

“I prefer eye contact when I’m speaking to someone.” He looked you over, moving you head with your chin and keeping it firm in his hand. “I can see why those rookie 7 kept you around. You’re easy on the eyes.” You furrowed your brows and jerked your chin away and fast enough to grab ahold of his thumb and harshly bite down on it.

The man hissed as he pulled it from your teeth and then, instinctively, slapped the back of his hand against your face. He waved around his hand, hissing at his red thumb as you you huffed with a now red cheek.

“Clearly someone doesn’t have an idea on how to deal with people.” He seethed at you, his octave lowering. YOu fought back with your casual snarky attitude.

“Practice what you preach Leader,” he seemed a bit surprised you called him by his position, “you’ve not only demanded me, a woman, but also rather disgustingly commented on my looks like some pig and then laid your hands on me. I don’t think I’m the one in the wrong here.”

“So, you’ve got intel?” He was surprised, yet amused. You looked at the smaller boy then back to the leader.

“I’ve got enough.”

“Well, enough to just now our faces and positions isn’t going to cut it sweetheart. Names are preferable.” You rose your brow at him. Was he really willing to give up names in a situation like this? You figured he had no intention on letting you go, so that was his voice of reason his head, but you had other plans. In time, he would figure that out.

“Well, are you gonna let the silent friendly ghost tell me, or are you going to open your mouth again. I’m no physic, so talk already.” He clicked his tongue in amusement at you, jerking his head in an amused manner.

“Ahh, such a charmer you are.” The man pointed to the smaller one close to him with his thumb. “The one who brought you here when I asked him to is Suga.”

“Suga? Sound’s fake.” Suga huffed, moving his head away from you before muttering under his breath.

“Of course it’s a fake name, idiot.” You furrowed your brows at him.

“Yah, I’d appreciate if you wanna insult me, you do it to my face instead of look away like a rebellious child too afraid to stand up to their mother thank you very much.” Disgarding your small quarrel, the leader got your attention back by giving his own alias.

“RM. Just call me that.”

“Oh, so no cute pet names? Ehhh, I dunno if RM is gonna stick, ya feel? You look too much like an egg. Can’t I just call you that? It’ll be in endearment, I swear.” Your voice was thick in sarcasm and attitude that it irked RM, just enough to where he had to bit on his lip and advert his eyes to keep from losing his temper again.

He looked back to you, grabbing your neck firmly. Not enough to cut off your passage of your oh-so-beloved air, but enough for it for his fingertips to push just enough into your skin to leave small, faint bruises later; leaving the area of flesh tender and sore for some time.

“You’re bait, so start acting like bait.” Well, you got the reason why you were here, now you just need to keep pushing to get the why they were after your family. Those 7 boys were family, ever since a year ago, they were the only thing you had left. You couldn’t afford to get them into a situation that is beyond stupid. You had to fight for yourself here, you had no one to save you.

You fought back the urge to wince and tense up around your neck with RM’s hand still placed around it and challenged his glare with one of your own. One you had perfected from glaring at the boys on a daily for various reasons. A small skill, but a skill nonetheless.

“What do you want with them? I can’t say whether or not you’ve met before, but the past year I can say for certain that they haven’t had anything to do with you. What could you possibly want from them, you go so far as to kidnap a woman in hopes of luring them in?” RM rolled his eyes, sighing. His annoyance was becoming more and more abundantly clear, and a small part of you feared begin struck once again. But, if you could get answers, then you could will yourself to take a few more hits.

“There was a little rumor about, saying little leader JB got himself a little whore to play with.” You glared at RM as he got closer to your face, smirking all the while, seeming to gain back a bit of his lost patience with you. “So, I just acted before anyone else did. It’s all in good fun here, doll.” You rose your brow, clearly annoyance and a bit confused.

“Fun? You broke in your my home, sent your little fuck boy,” you gestured with your eyes to Suga in the corner, “to kidnapped me, tied me to a chair and then put me where I am right now, having this lousy conversation, all for a bit of fun?” The heightening anger in your voice made RM chuckle as he pushed himself closer to your face, making you twitch.

“Everything we do in this business is all in good fun. Killing, stealing, hacking, anything we do. It’s because it’s fun to us. All of us are the same, if you think that your rag tag GOT7 is any different,” he chuckled, “well, then you have a big wake up call honey.” Your tempter reaching its peak, you threw your forehead in a rapid motion to connect harshly with RM’s.

He yelled as he stumbled backwards, his fingers leaving red, raised marks on your neck as he cradled his head in his palm. Suga moved towards his leader in a quick motion before checking on his poor, injured head.

“They aren’t anything like you scumbags. They’d never lay a hand on a woman unless they absolutely had to. They’ve taken hits among hits from women before. There are jobs they hate taking and I know because I’m the one they come to when they need help, advice and I’m there to make sure they know, no matter what they do, they’ll never be evil to me. They care, maybe no at much as they should, but they do. You are just unfair, grotesques and sickening men who act like cattle, sticking together and making nose while all your headed to in the future is a slaughterhouse.”

You’re short monologue, although drenched in anger and your breath heavy from all the stress pushed upon you in such a short time, only snapped the last straw. RM’s temper had flared, just after yours, as he raised his foot to slam into your gut, his heel pushing harshly and painfully into your pelvis.

You bit at your bottom lip, trying to hold back the whimpers of pain, but not stopping them completely, as you let small whines out. With each whine, the weight of his foot increased and you can feel your gut scream. Your head had ducked forward on instinct of the pain, but only did you regret it when your scalp screamed when your hair was harshly pulled upwards and your head lifted to look at RM’s harsh glare.

“I suggest you shut your mouth, or else we really will have to do something about it. Loud, obnoxious girls just aren’t my type.” You bit back the instinct to shoot back a smart remark, but the pain in your gut and your head kept you from saying anything at all.

The small bit of relief, and your huff of air hurt as his foot was removed and he ripped his hand from your hair before stepping out with Suga and smalling your isolated room’s door. You breathed sharply as your breathing hurt in your gut and your lip was swollen from you biting back your sounds of pain.

You sat for a moment in the room, just thinking. Eventually, you knew that the boys would come storming into, where ever you were being held. If your mind was in the same thinking process as that of a criminal, you figured that when that happened, someone would come and take you out to use as a sort of shield from harm, threatening your safety for their actions.

You’d have to be patient until then.

You had startled awake when the door to your room was slammed open. You were unaware of when or how you fell asleep and you were barely registering anything until everything sleep state wise was ripping from you, just as you were ripped off the chair. Your hands and ankles were free, but your hands were held behind your back by a pair of hands who also pushed your forwards.

You heard shouting as you were pushed down halls that weren’t familiar and you had a feeling that the only reason you were being moved at all was because they were here. They showed up. You testingly twisted your wrists held tightly behind you, trying to see if there was any way to get out of the grasp you were in. But, there was nothing. Whoever was behind you, had a grip of experience. You weren’t going anywhere unless something happened to him or distracted him for just one second.

“Where are you taking me?” You seethed out at the man behind you. He was shorter, almost like Suga from earlier. His hair bleached blonde and, despite his size, you could clearly tell that he was stronger than you were. It was fine, all you had to do was think and you’d get out of here unscathed.

“Just move it.” He opened up a door to a wide, open room, pushing you inside, making you stumble as he let go of you. You whipped back to him to glare at him, but took note of the sudden silence.

“Y/N!” You jumped at the familiar voice and looked back into the room where you could see, across at the other side of the open space was JB. But, it wasn’t just him. Everyone stood with him, even Youngjae who hated being in the front lines.

“Jaebu-agh!” Your relief filled smile lasted but a moment before your neck was ceased into a hold by someone’s arm around your neck and your movements stopped completely when you felt that circular, chilled piece of metal against your head. You didn’t need to stop and think when you knew you had a gun pointing a clean shot into your skull.

It was that same man who brought you here. The only reason he let you go was to put you in this situation. You kept your hands at your sides, gripping harshly onto the bottom of your shirt. If you moved even an inch, nothing was stopping this man from blowing your brains out. You looked at JB, and even at such a distance, you could see so much negative emotion in his eyes.

But, they were in everyone’s eyes. Everyone was panicked, scared, enraged and impatient. They wanted nothing more than you grab you and get back home. If you just had an opening. If you just had one chance to move without the threat of a bullet, you could get home. You just needed that opening.

“You’re sick.” JB seethed across the way as the rest of Bangtan showed up, RM stepping in the front. His arms cross and a smug smirk on his face.

“How much do you think a young girl would sell to a whore house now adays since they’re all hidden underground in black markets?” JB’s rage started flying off the handles as Jinyoung grabbed his shoulder, holding him back. They spoke silently with their gazes, almost like they had something planned.

And not a second later, something did happen.

In the small silent tension, in a split second, a window from the upper part of the room, shattered and the man behind you let out a shrill scream before he let go of you and stumbled backwards. You took the chance to act instead of act like a fear stricken deer in headlights.

You whipped yourself around and grabbed his unarmed arm, twisting it over your shoulder and flipping him over your back. He flew over your small body before landing harshly on the concrete floors, coughing and hacking as you noticed the small bullet wound in his left shoulder. You shook off your questions as you raced for his gun he had lost and quickly fired a round upwards.

You were going to shot anyone, at least, not yet. It was a warning shot and while you stood alone, standing above the boy you had put on the ground with a bullet wound, all was silent. Your glare you shot at Bangtan and all its members was icy, cold and harsh. Anyone would think that by your gaze, you had spent your life killing others, but in reality, you hadn’t taken a life at all.

But that’s changed. If you had to, you were willing to pick up a gun. You were willing and ready to fight for your life. This past year had changed you and with the change, you weren’t inexperienced. Bambam would spar with you, Jackson would teach you how to defend yourself, Jinyoung showed you how to use and maintain firearms of all kinds, Youngjae made you smarter and taught you the simplest form of hacking he could, Yugyeom helped you develop your speed, Mark taught you patience and timing and JB had taught you how to keep yourself together and keep your head.

All of these things you had learned and now, it was paying off. You were not helpless. You refused to be another damsel in distress. You could take care of yourself to an extent, and if you needed help you’d ask for it, but right here, right now, all you wanted to do, was prove that you weren’t someone ordinary.

RM had cleared his throat, clearly not expecting this type of revolt from you. He walked towards you slowly, opening his mouth to try and compromise.

“Now, listen-”

You wouldn't listen. Not to him, not to Bangtan. You lowered your gun and shot off a round, putting a bullet in his leg, watching him fall to his knee and hiss as he let out strangled cries in pain. You started walking towards RM, as the rest of his men started to gear up, grabbing their weapons just as your boys took theirs.

You made it without a foot of RM, looking down at him, gun pointed at the ground, watching the blood flow from his leg and listening to his continuous hissing.

“The next time you decide to kidnap a woman, do your research. Because this woman,” You raised your gun, pointing it at him, “was the wrong fucking one to take.” Before you could act, you felt someone push your head down and pull you backwards, pulling you to their chest as gun fire went off around you.

“Y/N!” JB, who had grabbed you, held you to his side as the two sides started to act separately. Some of GOT7 spared off with Bangtan and some took to the side of the man who held you captive and RM. It was all a blur because with JB rushing with you in his arm, flush to his side and the others slowly regrouping around you two, soon they made their way outside to their van, all hoped in and were soon speed off.

As Mark drove off in a speeding frenzy, Youngjae in shotgun working with his laptop to try and find the quickest route out, the rest of you all sat, out of breath in the back of the empty van. Bambam and Jackson had wasted no time in tackling you and letting out cries for leaving you alone.

“Listen it’s fine. Everyone’s okay, so it’s fine.” Yugyeom pointed to your head, the blood still dried to it and the faint scratches on your neck from RM earlier, not to mention your split lip you didn’t realize you had.

“Yeah, you look totally fine.” He was upset, but that was reasonable.

“It could have been worse.” Jinyoung hissed and closed his eyes, shaking his head at you.

“Nope, don’t even go there. I don’t want to think about anything worse happening.” The group was silent for a moment before JB grabbed your hand and held it tightly. You held it back as you thought back to what happened to the man holding the gun to your head. Thinking about it, none of the boys were armed and yet, he was shot in the shoulder.

“Hey, who shot the man holding me?” Bambam looked to JB.

“JB had contacted a rookie unit we know. They’re rookies, but they have a sniper who’s exceptionally skilled. Yugyeom and I knew him before, so it was a favor between friends for a friend.” You looked to JB.

“Thankfully they look up to us for both training and supplies, so they couldn’t exactly say no. However, Chan had excellent aim as usual.”

“Chan?” Bambam nodded. “There’s this small faction, more like subunit to us, that Chan had started when he needed to support us. There’s only 9 of them, and they’re still young, but they’ll learn.” You nodded. Well, that was 9 more supportive bodies at least. Too bad you were only learning about them now.

The rest of the trip home was silent and when you got there, the boys insisted you go to bed and sleep off the events. You needed rest, and not tied to a chair, but proper sleep. Of course, they pushed JB along with you, knowing that out of everyone, he needed you the most right now. So, taking JB’s hand, the two of your went upstairs and into your shared room.

When you had entered, your hand was released and soon after your wrist ceased before you were yanked to JB. He pulled you with such force, he stumbled backwards himself, hitting the wall before he started to slide his back down it. The two of your came to sit on the ground, you between JB’s perched knees as his arms seemed to grow tighter and tighter around your shoulders.

“You’re okay…” His voice didn’t even sound like him. It broke your heart as you just leaned in his chest more, listening to his rapid, panicked heartbeat.

“Of course I am. You all taught me how to defend myself.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. So what if we taught you bits and pieces, you had a gun to your head and I thought you were going to die.” His voice began to crack. “I thought I was going to lose you. Lose everything.” He took a shaky breath as you ran your hands over his sides. “I was fucking terrified.”

You knew he was, and looking back, if you hadn’t been in such a delusotionary state of rage and pure instinct, you would have been frightened to the point of stillness. The only reason you weren’t was because you had your friends with you, your family. You had JB right behind you, ready to defend you at any moment, and he did.

“Jaebum,” you spoke softly to him, “let’s just go to bed. We’ll go wash out face, change into our comfortable clothing and just sleep. Just trust me, it’ll help.”

“I’m too scared to let go of you. What if-”

“You’ll be right beside me. What happened couldn’t be helped, it was a mistake, everyone makes them.”

“But this mistake could have been unfixable!” You shook your head, pulling away from you and cradling his face in your hands. His under eyes were dark, heavy black. His face was sollen, frightened, terrified and sad. You pulled his head down to yours, putting your forehead to his.

“It’ll be okay. I’m here now, and I’m safe. So, let’s wash up and rest for the night, okay?” Your voice was soft as his stiff shoulders seemed to relax and soon he only gave you a nod. He stayed at your side as you washed the blood from your face and treated the split to your lip and the minuscule scratches to your neck before going back and changing.

As you crawled into bed that night, JB had nearly immediately pulled you to him, pushing you air tight to his chest, not ready to let you go until he was forced to. He found so much reassurance in your warmth and your touch, it made him remember that you were with him again and that the time you were gone, was in the past.

It could have ended with him bringing back a body tonight, cold and limp with a bullet in your head, but instead he got you back. He got your warmth, your smile, your reassurance and voice. He got his everything back.

The fear and tension in his muscles were finally released as when he felt your breathing steadily against his chest, sleeping like an angel he had been blessed with in his cruel, tainted life. He’d never let something like this happen to you again, even if he had to go the extra mile to make you safe.

From that day, you had acted more with them, rather than for them. You would ride along on easy scale jobs, but still sat the higher ones out. When you had called Kyun, after you hadn’t in what felt like decades, and told him your experience, he nearly shouted your ear off before he demanded to speak to JB and then shouted his ear off. You’d help more with Youngjae and his codes and schematics and help Jinyoung stalk, clean and test new and old firearms.

However, through all of this, you still did your work as the resident mother of the rag tag group of 7. But, your bold attempt on RM’s life not long ago and your cold gaze and clear intent that you meant every word and action you said and did, quickly spread through the underground community.

Needless to say, when they knew that you were out on a run with the boys, they were all ready to steer clear of the single woman terror that was you. All eyes on you that night saw it, they saw you and the cold side of you that you weren’t afraid of anymore. And if any was willing to try and test you on it again.

They’d learn the hard way that you wouldn’t hesitate to release it again.

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Hooeee mah god. If you made it all the way, you really deserve a gold star, and you should highkey pop by my inbox and tell me what you thought (tbh I dunno if I like this or hate it???).

Also, I was running low on steam towards the end. This shit took forever to write, so just pardon any spelling errors and I’ll go back and reread it some check some other time, mmk?

#got7 #got7 jb #got7 jaebum #im jaebum #jb #got7 reaction #got7 drabbles #got7 imagine #got7 fanfiction #got7 scenario #drama #romance #fluff #angst #mafia #violence

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blehbobs · 2 years

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tw// rant / sh

istg istg, i feel like throwing up & screaming & pulling out my hair. not being able to trust someone is ass. ( & this isn't abt my gf js ppl/ friends in general ). i literally started my period so i think that's a f f e c t i n g my emotions rn. one second im reading this cute lil GL & kicking my feet & squealing & the next im thinking of picking up a blade & slitting my wrists. like i want to sh so bad but i don't want my gf to feel bad abt it & get sad over me abt that, even though i don't even think they care & idk how that makes me feel, cs i mean they love me, but what does that entail, anyways i'm probably being dumb rn, idk i be needing reasuresnce.

but back to it i feel like my gf mental health has been doing pretty good lately, even though there's been some slips, im really proud of them, for getting a job trying their hardest at stuff even though everything so hard & i js want them to want to get better & feel better. i don't know how to put it into words i just love them so extremely much & i want them to experience everything they want to & have fun & be happy.

idk it's valentine's day & im over here plotting my suicide. kind hating i cut my hair now but also i love it short, like i wanted to start crying over how ugly i felt i looked cs of my hair, but i actually looked in the mirror & i looked perfectly fine, c u t e even. so it rlly be like SEE IM FUCKING INSANE OMG. & all my thoughts make me want to kms cs i can't process & keep up with all my thoughts. & i feel as if i'm being a shitty friend rn, but i quite srsly don't know what advice to give, & i feel like i'm avoiding them & my other friends in general too. but yet i'm still feeling left out when im doing some avoiding. but when i talk/ ask question online or in a call they like don't even listen, but in person they be stg they love me./lh. but i hope they mean well & aren't actually ignoring me.

also i hate how much i use the word love. cs i don't want it to lose its meaning. like ive told ppl i don't even know like that i love them, like as a thank you or js a complement or js lh stuff like that. so i think imma stop saying it to give it a break. & even with tv shows/ animes i think imma stop saying it even though when i'm talking abt anime i always mean it in the max srsnes, idk maybe i'm overthinking too much. no i know i'm overthinking. i js need to have a talk with someone cs idk when's the last time i actually talked to someone abt my feelings, like i do & i don't cs i don't even know what my true feelings are & how i rlly feel. im too much of a joke tbh. i don't even wanna post on my spam/ instagram anymore, & i don't have to, i can js post on here or write it down or whatever,

i d k i js needed to get that out

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actually-impostor · 7 years

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Heroes and Anti-Heroes (4)

Wednesday update! Reminder that Anxiety’s name here is Enhos, there are a lot of things happening in this chapter, so it might be slightly confusing but if you have any question please let me know

Tagged list(? do you all even want to be tagged anymore? i feel annoying ahaha sorry) @deafinatelyfangirling, @fearinghope, @mira-jadeamethyst

Chapter warnings: Following people, knives, use of Quirks

Prologue, Chap 1, Chap 2, Chap 3 (you are here)

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-0-0-0- Chapter 3: Maximum Effort -0-0-0-

Enhos was bouncing his leg up and down with no intention of stopping. He was nervous, and scared, and about to scream. He had gotten the letter from Atlas in the morning, but both his parents were at work and he didn’t wanted to open it yet, he had even turned off his phone so Roman wouldn’t be able to contact him.

Don’t get him wrong, Enhos was sure Roman had passed the entrance exam and was now a student of Atlas, but he had doubts about himself. He hadn’t really got the necessary points in the fighting exam to actually get a spot in the school. Enhos sighed, Shadow materializing and dissolving all over the place to show his owner mental state.

Shadow smoke was surrounding him, swirling and turning, turning more solid or more dust-like. It was like the cloak itself wasn’t sure if it was allowed to touch his owner. Enhos groaned, and the door opened. A frantic looking Aaron was throwing the door open.

“Enhos!”

“Papa, what are you doing here so early?”

“The kicked me out sooner than expected! Letter! Did you read it?”

“Not yet” He stared at the ground with a conflicted expression “I’m… I’m not sure I can read it”

“Would you like me to read it first?”

“Please Papa; it’s… probably too much for me”

Aaron nodded and grabbed the letter from Enhos outstretched hand, dimly noting that his son hand was shaking. He patted his son head and started reading, a smile slowly forming on his face only to be replaced with a frown. Enhos stared at his father with open fear

“Did I fail?”

“No, technically” Aaron smiled softly at his son “They accepted you in the school”

“But?”

“You are not in the hero course; they put you in Gen Ed”

“Oh my god im in the school” Enhos had jumped to his feet, tears flowing freely from his eyes out of happiness “Papa, holy shit, I'm in the school!”

“Indeed” Aaron hugged his son and let a few tears slip down his cheek “I’m so proud of you my son”

“Even if it’s just Gen Ed. Oh my god, im gonna have a heart attack”

“Easy there champ, don’t die before you actually get in the school”

They were laughing, and smiling, and Enhos felt like this was a dream. When Jeremiah entered his house he found his husband and son laughing and smiling, the letter all but forgotten in the coffee table.

“Dad, I have good news!”

“Oh? What happened?”

“I got accepted in Atlas!”

Jeremiah smiled, he knew his son could do it.

-0-

It was the first day of school, and Enhos was already plotting Roman’s funeral. The second the other boy had made sure Enhos was okay with being in the Gen Ed course he had started going on and on about the hero course. Enhos enjoyed his friend enthusiasm, but it was getting annoying.

They had ride to school together in one of Valerie less extravagant cars, nervously chatting with the other. Trying to decide about lunch, about if they would wait each other or not, about break times, but it was complex when both were in different classes and courses.

They said their goodbyes at the door and went their separate ways, Enhos stopped in front of a door and gulped, his anxiety was acting up and he wasn’t sure he would be able to survive the first day. What if he didn’t made friends? What if he was forced to be a loner? And if that happened, how was he supposed to do group projects? This was why he hated the fact that Roman was in a different class.

When he opened the door he felt calm, suspiciously calm. With a snap of his fingers Shadow was in smoke form and curling around his hands, and he stopped feeling so calm and happy. He raised an eyebrow and stared around the room, there was someone there that had the complete opposite power than him.

A short boy was walking around the room with a calm smile on his face, he sometimes stopped to talk to people and other times he simply stood by himself. Enhos squinted and the boy, feeling his stare, looked at him. He looked surprised, and when he walked closer to him Enhos noticed that the boy had his hands in front of him, all five fingers touching the five of the other hand. Enhos smirked; he was the one with the opposite quirk.

“Hello, I’m Enhos Farandole. Is it okay to ask your name?”

“Hello! I’m Patton Sanders!”

“Sanders? Are you perhaps related to the Quirk Specialist Thomas Sanders?”

“Yes, he’s my dad!” Enhos laughed, the world was small

“He’s my specialist” Patton was shinning with how big his smile was

“I knew your name was familiar! Dad always talks about you because he finds your power so cool, and I have to agree!”

Enhos shrugged, embarrassed. He coughed and stared back at Patton

“So… where you the one changing the mood of all of us?”

“Ah, busted” Patton chuckled self conscious “I just wanted them all to be calmer”

Enhos waved his hand around, like pushing away the apology

“I don’t mind, I was just curious”

Patton smiled, and Enhos felt calmer without the need of the other boy Quirk. They sat besides the other, talking and laughing. Yeah, this year won’t be that bad.

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“This year is going to be terrible”

“Well hello to you too Roman, what happened?”

Enhos smirked; there, right beside his door was Roman with the biggest pout he had ever seen on his best friend. He looked hilarious

“There’s this dude? Taller than me, glasses, the one that could make things fly at his will from the entrance exam”

“The one who has Telekinesis?”

“That one, exactly! He’s in my freaking class!”

“And how is that a problem?”

Roman groaned and started gesticulating with his hands, body, and expression. Enhos stared at him amused

“He’s just, just… Argh! He acts all self important and making people shut up! The teacher wasn’t even in the room, and yeah maybe I was a bit too loud, but what’s so bad about wanting to make friends on the first day of class?”

“Roman, you came all the way to Gen Ed, to tell me that a kid your own age told you to stop making such a ruckus and now you’re bitter?”

“Oh hush J.D-lightful, he just feels like he’ll be a problem”

“You are lucky the school day ended for me” Enhos sighed “Okay, breath. Why is he such a problem for you?”

“He’s strong, probably stronger than me. And I’m not talking about only Quirk strength”

“You are afraid?”

“I’m not scared of him; I’m scared of what his powers mean to my future position as a pro hero”

“Roman” Enhos grabbed his best friend shoulders and stared at him “As a pro hero you’re going to face a lot of rivals, a lot of competition. That’s the whole essence of being a pro”

“I know but-”

“And besides, he can make things float and move wow, big surprise” Enhos tone was charged with sarcasm “But can he make a sword appear out of thin air? No he fucking can’t. At this point your biggest rival would be that Japanese heroin! And she’s in Japan!”

“I know that but-”

“Only you are holding yourself back. Don’t think of him as a competition. Think of him as a possible ally”

A cough stopped both boys from keeping with their conversation, and when they turned around Roman groaned and Enhos stared. There, in front of them was a boy slightly taller than Roman, with glasses, short dark-brown hair and deep blue eyes. To be more correct, in front of them was Logan

“Enhos, Roman”

“You”

“Logan?”

“Wait, Enhos you know him?!”

“He was sitting beside me in the written exams! Wait, is he the one you were talking about?”

Roman groaned “Anyway! What do you want here nerd?”

“Such a heroic action, name calling” Logan rolled his eyes “I’m picking up my friend”

From inside the classroom they heard an excited gasp and the sound of someone hitting a lot of desks. Enhos winced and peeked into the room. There, in the floor was Patton trying to imitate a mess

“You okay there?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Patton stood up and came running out of the room “Lo!”

“You saw me in the morning” Logan groaned, staring hard at Patton and making him float “don’t try to jump on top of me”

Enhos smirked, and tried to muffle his laughter. The other three boys present in front of him stared at him in confusion. That was all Enhos needed to burst out laughing

“Sorry, just” He chuckled more and pointed at Patton “You said you were picking him up, and now he’s floating”

Roman and Logan groaned, Patton squealed and started laughing

“That was so good! You deserve a-” Patton smirked, and floated towards Enhos “Patton the back!”

“Okay, enough with the jokes. Pat, we are going to be late” And with that Patton was literally hanging on to Enhos back, with his legs around the other boy

“Don’t just cancel your Quirk dude!” exclaimed Enhos, almost falling at the sudden weight

Roman stared at the interactions with a smile, yeah he might not really like Logan but Enhos looked happy, and his friend had always had problems talking with people. He chuckled a little; it was a good thing he wasn’t one to hold grudges

With a few goodbyes both groups went their separate way and Enhos smirked at Roman

“It’s a small world uh?”

“You don’t even know the half of it Roman. See Patton? His dad is my Quirk Specialist”

“For real?”

“Yup, that one was a fun conversation. Oh yeah, they talked about this during first period, but does the hero section also has to start living here?”

“Mhm” Roman nodded and scratched the back of his neck “I don’t know how I’m going to tell mom, I don’t want her to be alone”

“Same… I don’t want to leave my parents alone”

They went walking home, a relaxed but melancholic ambient in the air. But nice things are not mean to last and Enhos felt his paranoia spiking, it was like he was being stared at.

“Roman, act normal and don’t look, but I think someone is following us”

Roman nodded; Enhos sixth sense and “Healthy dose of paranoia” had saved their butts in more than one occasion so he learned to not ignore it. Whenever Enhos said “I think something is gonna happen” something ended up happening.

They continued walking, with Shadow changing from solid to fuzzy from time to time and Roman making small throwing knifes in front of him. They couldn’t risk whoever was following them knowing they were making weapons.

They were about to enter a fast food restaurant while trying to shake the others off of their back but Enhos shook his head

“If this is something bad it would cause too much damage to other people”

“I know you are right but…”

“Let’s just call my dad, with him no matter what happens they would still be able to find us”

Roman nodded, Jeremiah could track them as long as he had something belonging to them, and since Enhos was his son he had a lot of things he could track him with. Enhos made the call as fast and discreetly as possible and when he hang up he nodded at Roman to let him know it was done.

When they entered a deserted street Enhos turned around

“Shadow!”

A purple plastic-like dome surrounded the place in front of Enhos, and they heard muffled cursing. Roman grabbed one of the throwing knifes and threw it at the dome. It opened a small fraction, small enough to let the knife pass through the space. It was supposed to close as soon as the knife passed but the ones following them were faster.

When the small space opened someone shouted “Disperse” and suddenly the inside of the dome was full of smoke. When both boys got close to the dome and the smoke cleared up a bit they noticed that there was no one there

“Crap…”

“Roman, why are people following us?”

“I don’t… I don’t know. Mom hasn’t made any big appearances with me so they shouldn’t know how I look like currently, and your dad is keeping away from the public eye too”

“Yeah, and Papa is not famous enough to get enemies…”

“We should… probably talk to our parents about this”

“Maybe… that was terrifying tho”

Roman nodded; he was still shacking slightly out of surprise and fear. They hadn’t even been able to see the faces of the ones following them. Enhos couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew who the person following them was. He knew he had felt that stare before, but when? It was like his brain refused to think.

Once they reached Enhos house Jeremiah hugged his son checking for any form of damage

“You are okay, oh thank god. Roman, what about you?”

“Im in perfect state Mr. Farandole”

“If you are sure…”

Roman nodded, but Jeremiah and Enhos couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to happen again.

In the other side of town two grown mans groaned, there was a thin layer of cold sweat around them and the one on the right could feel his whole body shaking

“It’s, perhaps, more powerful than we thought”

“Isn’t that good?”

“Maybe”

The one in the left nodded, grabbed the arm of the other and smirked. They had only go there to study their new person of interest

“Disperse”

In the place where two mans used to be was now only thin cigar-like smoke

-0-

Enhos sighed; he stared hard at the door of the kitchen and felt his resolve dissipate. He knew his parents would understand and support the decision of the school, especially after the phone call he made to Jeremiah, but it was nerve wracking to leave his parents house to go live at the school. He didn’t want to see his parents only during the weekends, he depended on their support.

With a heavy heart he opened the door. He knew he could go back home whenever he wanted, and his parents would always be happy to see him. He also knew this was needed to reach his goal of one day becoming a pro rescue-hero, but it was just really hard

“Dad, may i speak with you?”

Jeremiah smiled softly, he looked melancholic but proud, and Enhos sighed

“You know uh?”

“Yup, school called us. Enhos, I know this is a hard decision, but it’s yours to make”

“… I want to” Jeremiah nodded “But! I’m spending from Friday to Monday every week and month and year here at home”

Jeremiah laughed; perhaps there was no reason for him to worry so much about his son

#necro writes #heroes and antiheroes fic #roman sanders #anxiety sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #fanfic

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