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Fucking Canada | Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke is out with an injury, Y/n is on break from school. Obviously, the only logical thing is for them to head down to Vancouver to visit Quinn.

Pairings: Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Meantions of Anxiety, Drinking (drink responsibly kids), Some light suggestive content. Use of the name Mariana. Let me know if I missed anything!

Wc: 4.9k

This one's for @toasttt11, stay awesome 🫶🏼

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Luke had been been out with an injury for a week. And it was driving him insane. He had begged and begged the trainers to at least allow him on the ice with the team. He'd batted his long eyelashes and given them puppy dog eyes and the famous Hughes pout, yet somehow they resisted and firmly told him he was not to touch a pair of skates until after his two-week check up.

And that was only if his check-up came back all ok. So in his boredom, he flew down to Michigan to spend time with you, and then decided that as soon as your break started he was flying both of you down to Vancouver for the week, because fuck he missed his big brother.

He rolled his wrist around in its brace, and you smack him in the chest. "Stop doing that. You're gonna aggravate your wrist and make it worse."

"Baby, I swear its fine," he whined, "The trainers don't know what they're talking about."

You snort, and grab his arm, pinning it beneath your torso, being careful to ensure that the strained part of his wrist was not under you.

"Baby, please," he whined, tugging his arm gently. "Let me up,"

"Only if you promise to stop rolling your wrist." You glare.

"I promise" Luke mumbles shifting towards you to run his lips along your jaw. Your stomach flutters, pink dusts across your cheeks, and you let him go immediately. He leans on his elbows and kisses down your neck.

"Luke" you whisper breathlessly.

"Hmm" he hums, nipping at the sensitive skin along the column of your troat.

You bite your lip, debating telling him off. But kissing Luke is much much better than studying physiology, and you haven't had a break in a while. You slam your textbook shut, and all but kick it off the bed.

"You're such a menace," you huff, he wraps his uninjured arm around you, and drags himself fully on top of you, kissing gently down your neck.

"You know you love me," he grins.

"You're lucky I do, Hughes. Now get back to kissing me,"

"Yes ma'am," he chuckles, lips dancing along your collarbones.

There's a knock on your door and before you can tell whoever it is to fuck off, your roommate and best university friend; Mariana barges in.

"Enough sexy time, kids!" she says, ignoring the murderous glares both you and Luke throw her way, "If you still want a ride to the airport, we are leaving in ten." She walks out, leaving the door open. You sigh, nudging Luke with your shoulder, to get off of you. He pecks one last kiss to your cheek and rolls off you, pulling you to your feet so the two of you can get all your things together.

You slide your laptop into your bag, grab all your chargers, and make sure you have an extra set of headphones. Because God knows the worst thing that could possibly happen is being stuck on an airplane with no muisc. After double and triple checking that you have everything, Mariana ushers you out the door hurriedly.

The ride to the airport is nothing special. You and Mariana sit in the front while Luke is banished to the back. You stretch an arm back to hold his hand, and he leans his head on your seat to be closer to you.

"Have fun in Vancouver Babe," Mariana says giving you a tight parting hug, and kiss on the cheek.

"Better take care of my girl Hughes, or I'm coming for that other wrist" She threatens, giving Luke a hug. Luke laughs, patting Mariana's back.

"You know it, Mari," he grins, winking at you.

"Text me when you land, ok?" She says, squeezing your shoulder.

"I will. Thanks for the ride, Mar." You hive her one last squeeze goodbye and take Luke's hand as you head through the airport.

Everything goes smoothly, thank God, and soon you and Luke are boarded the plane. It's a fight over who takes the window seat. You think Luke should have it cause he has longer legs, and Luke thinks you should have it because you deserve the best seat.

After convincing Luke that as long as you're sitting beside him, you do have the best seat, he reluctantly takes the window seat. And makes sure to tell you that if you want to switch at any time, just tell him.

You nod, knowing that you absolutely won't be doing that, but what Luke doesn't know won't hurt him. You're set to arrive just before Quinn's game tonight, which means that the two of you won't get to see him until later. After going through your mental checklist, making sure everything is organized, you stick your headphones in and rest your head on Luke's shoulder and promptly pass out.

Luke is shaking you awake gently when it's time to get off the plane. "Wake up, Baby, it's time to get going," he says softly.

You sigh, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, "Alright lets go,"

You grab all of yours and Lukes belongings from the overhead compartment, much to his dismay. "Baby, let me help,"

"Luke Warren, I swear if you touch any of this luggage with that wrist, I'll chop it off," you say sternly. You hand him his backpack, and he slings it over his shoulder with a pout.

You grab his injured hand gently, lacing your fingers together as best as you can with his brace on, and head off the plane. As you step into the Uber, both your phones buzz with a text from Quinn.

Q: I left a key for you guys with the front desk, Luke just has to show some ID.

Q: You guys are coming to the game right?

Luke: Yep, excited to see you Q

You: Were just heading to your place now, to get settled and then we're on our way. See you soon!

Q: Excited to see you guys too.

You arrive at his apartment, and Luke shows his ID to the front desk, and they hand over the key. Quinn's apartment is nice, but it's so clean. It looks like a place out of a modern decor magazine, except for the photos of his family scattered here and there.

There's a two jerseys folded neatly on the bed with a sticky note that says 'Don't be a little bitch' on top. "Nope" Luke says as he immediately lays eyes on it, "I'm not wearing that, nither are you."

You roll your eyes at him, but don't argue. It makes sense that he wouldn't wear it. Players have a thing about not wearing another franchises merchandise. He unzips his suitcase and pulls out two black hoodies with white stitching that says Hughes 43 on the back. Except if you look carefully, the devils logo is stitched on the sleeve.

You shake your head with a smile and take the hoodie from him. "Let me just change into something better, and we'll head out."

Luke nods, digging around for a pair of jeans for himself. The two of you make quick work of changing, and then you're on your way to the game. Quinn, smartly left the tickets under your name, lest someone spill the beans that Luke Hughes is in Vancouver to watch his brother play.

Your seats are right by the glass. When Quinn notices you, he skates over, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Bitches" he mouths with a smile, as he takes in the lack of Canuck blue in your outfits.

You grin and flash him a heart with your fingers while Luke flips him off, making sure he can see the devils logo on the sleeve. Quinn shakes his head at Luke and skates off to finish warm-ups.

Thankfully, no one really takes note of the interaction. Luke has a cap pulled low, so unless someone is really looking for Luke Hughes, then he shouldn't be recognized. The atmosphere is electric. Canadian hockey really hits differently.

The game is nerve-wracking, and for most of it, you and Luke are on the edges of your seats, grabbing at eachother hands, and slapping eachothers knees in excitement whenever something particular exciting happens. And when Quinn picks up a goal, the two of you are jumping and screaming.

The game ends with a canuck win, and as you two make your way down to the locker room to greet Quinn, you're chattering excitedly about all the good plays that were made. Especially Quinn's. He picked up a goal and three assists, making him the top point scorer of the game.

As he walks out of the locker room, he can't keep the smile off his face as he lands eyes on you and Luke. As much as he doesn't mind being on his own, seeing his family is always the best. You've been around the Hughes boys since you were growing up. From Toronto to Michigan. Your family's were really close and still are to this day.

He pulls you into a hug first, "Good to see you Y/n" he says, patting you on the back.

He goes to hug Luke, and in true brotherly fashion, he can't help but make a jab at him as does so. "I swear to God, you get taller every time I see you." Rather than standing on his tip toes to throw his arms around Lukes neck, he hooks his ankle around the back of Luke's knee and Luke's knees buckle.

Quinn catches him in a hug before he can hit the floor. You and Quinn are laughing, while Luke grumbles. He snatches Quinns hat off his head, making his hair stick up in every which way and holds it as high as he can. Quinn rolls his eyes, not taking the bait, and starts to walk.

Luke huffs and throws his hat back at him. "How did y'all get here?"

"Uber," you say, throwing an arm around Luke's waist as you walk. He drapes his arm around your shoulder, fingers brushing patters against your shoulder.

"The team is going out to celebrate. Do you guys wanna join, or do you want a ride home first?"

"Well, come with," Luke smiles, "Good game, dude, you made some nasty moves."

Pink dusts Quinn's cheeks, and he changes the conversation. "How's the wrist?"

Luke rolls his eyes, and before he can roll his wrist, you glare at him. "It's completely fucking fine."

"It's not" you say

"The trainers don't know what they are talking about." He mutters.

"They do" You add poking luke in the side.

Quinn scoffs, "Yes, im sure the people whose literal job it is to treat your injures don't know what they are talking about."

Luke pouts, "I can't believe my girl and my brother are ganging up on me like this,"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so stubborn." You and Quinn say simultaneously, looking at each other with a grin.

Luke grumbles unintelligiblly and Quinn throws his bags in this trunk. Luke takes the front seat, and this time, he's the one reaching his arm back to hold your hand. You smile, lacing your fingers together. Quinn rolls the eyes at the two of you with a smile.

The drive to the bar is filled with the light chatter of the three of you catching up about life. Unsurprisingly, Quinn has nothing interesting happening in his love life. The man eats, breathes, sleeps, and lives hockey. Luke teases him about becoming an old spinster while he glances at you lovingly. No doubt envisioning the magnificence that your lives will be together.

The bar is absolutely packed. Not surprisingly. It's a Friday night and the Canucks won. Some of the team is already there, in a roped off Vip area. They wave Quin over urgently. He grabs your hand and you grab Luke's so as not to get separated in the crowd of drunk people.

Quinn greets his teammates with hugs and back slaps and inside jokes. Some of them grin at you and Luke, wiggling their eyebrows at you and dragging Luke into hugs.

"So why are Mr. And Mrs. Huggy Jr. Here?" Brock asks, swirling the liquid in his glass.

Luke smiles at that, tracing his finger over the back of your left ring finger. "Luke is out injured, and I'm on a break from school," you shrug, playing with Luke's hand in yours.

"I'm going to get a refill," Luke hums, kissing the tip of your ear as he detangles himself from you, "want anything?"

"I'm good for now, baby," you say, kissing him on the cheek. When you turn back to the guys, they are all leaning close to you, batting their eyelashes like a group of High-school girls waiting to hear the latest drama about your crush.

Petey is the first to speak, "So when is he proposing?"

Millsy slaps him in the back of the head, "How is she supposed to know when he's proposing dumbass?"

"That man is so fucking whipped for you," Brock smirks, and you can't help the blush that colours your cheeks.

"You guys will have some cute babiess," Garland grins, just the slightest bit tipsy.

"Alright, alright, leave her alone. That's my sister-in-law you're bullying" Quinn says, coming to your rescue. He throws an arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently.

"You ok?" He asks quietly, the guys already forgetting the previous topic of conversation.

"Yeah, thanks Quinn," you smile, squeezing his hand back.

"Well, I'm absolutely beat, so I'm gonna go home. Do y'all wanna stay, or are you ready to head home?"

"We'll stay I think, me and Lukey are having fun, and I have yet to drag him to the dance floor. Are you ok to drive home?"

"Yeah, I haven't been drinking," Quinn says, smiling softly at your concern for him. "Sorry to leave y'all hanging."

"Don't worry about it, Quinn, we'll see you tomorrow. You played a good game, go get lots of rest," you smile, wrapping him in a quick hug.

He hugs you back and turns to address the guys. "I'm heading out if anyone wants a ride," Before the sentence fully leaves his mouth, Petey is practically throwing himself at Quinn. He stumbles into the two of you, and you both reach out to make sure he doesn't eat the floor. "I drank too much," he mumbles.

You laugh, patting his back, as Quinn stabilizes him. "I'm making you do bag skates next practice," Quinn says with entirely too much joy, as he practically half carries Petey out of the bar.

With Quinn gone, you dip out of the Vip section to find Luke, you spot him sitting at the bar, cheeks flushed, empty shot glasses littered suspiciously close to him. He's holding another glass that looks like soda, and there's a girl leaning much to close to him. He's leaning back slowly, looking very unimpressed.

Until he spots you. His megawatt lady killer smile appears as he all but pushes the other girl out of the way, and practically sprints to you, as well as someone can sprint in a crowded bar. Your hands rest on his arms, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Luke, are you ok?" You ask concerned, eyes flitting across his face, "have you been drinking?"

"Y/n!" He is way too giddy to be sober, "I know we said, we weren't drinking, but then I was sad about my wrist and someone said that the alcohol would make me feel better, so drank a little teeny tiny shot, and then another one cause somone got me another one, and then this group of girls asked me if I wanted to do shots with them, and I was gonna say no, but then they already ordered the shots and then-"

You cut off his drunk rambling, your voice laced with concern. "Luke baby, do you remember how many shots you took?" You ask, the calmness of your voice not giving way to the absolutely disastrous thoughts swimming in your head.

"Four, I think!" He grins, trying to count the glasses that were littered on the bar top in front of where he was sitting. There were five. Your eyes widen almost comically. He was barely gone for half an hour. He took five shots of straight alcohol in less than half an hour. Fuck.

Now it wasn't as if Luke hadn't drank before, undoubtedly he had. But definitely not that amount of alcohol in that span of time. Plus, it wasnt really recommended for professional athletes to drink anyways, so the amount of alcohol he'd consumed since the beginning of the season probably didn't even equate the amount that he'd drank tonight alone. Double Fuck.

And on top of all of that, Quinn had already left. "My wrist feels so much better!" Luke says happily, "I can take off my brace!" As he reaches for straps on his brace, you grab his hand.

"Absolutely not Luke." You lace your fingers with his to keep him from taking off his brace while you try to figure out what to do. Before you know what's happening, there's another full shot glass in front of you, and Luke is knocking it back. Triple Fuck.

"It burns," he pouts, shaking his head like he just ate something sour.

"Luke, how did you even get alcohol? we're underage!" The disbelief is evident in your voice.

The bartender hears your statement and decides that he'd better clear up that misconception before he gets into some kond of trouble. "No ma'am," he says, leaning over the counter. "I checked his ID, says he's twenty, that's legal"

Suddenly, you are very pissed that the bartender is telling you how old your own boyfriend is. Just as you're about to snap at him for clearly not being able to to his job correctly, if he thinks twenty is legal, you remember that you're no longer in the States.

You're in Canada. Fucking Canada. Racking your brain, you try to recall the legal age in British Columbia. You feel so stupid. It's nineteen. Ninteen year olds are legally allowed to drink in B.C. Luke is twenty. Fuck fuck fucking fuckitty fuck.

Before you sprial into a full-on panic, you take a deep breath. Luke is drunk out of his mind, and he needs to get home now, and you panicking will not help the situation. You slap your card down on the bar top and tell the bartender to close Luke's tab.

You don't trust Luke to be left to his own devices, so you sling his arm around your shoulder and half drag him to where you left your phone and purse with Brock. You gently guide Luke to sit on one of the chairs. He does so shakily and wraps one arm around your chest, pulling you flush against his body.

His knees are squeezing your hips, his fingers are tracing over your collarbones, and his face is tucked against your neck.

"Woah! is Huggy Jr. drunk?" Brock asks, grinning madly as he hands you your phone and purse.

"In the span of time that he disappeared, he took six fucking shots" you grumble, as you order an Uber to get home.

Brock almsot chokes on his drink. He stares wide eyes, "oh so he's fucking blackout," he takes his phone and snaps a photo of you and Luke. The glare that you send him is so murderous that if looks could kill he'd be six feet under.

"Sorry," he shrugs with a shit eating grin that says he's not sorry at all, "I need some proof of this for when he wakes up hating his life tomorrow."

"Alright, well, at least send it to me." You grumble, Brock laughs, and your phone buzzes with a notification from him immediately after. "And hey, please don't tell Quinn anything right now. He's probably home and in bed by now, and I don't wanna stress him out unnecessarily."

Brock nods, "Don't worry, kid, my lips are sealed." He sighs like an older brother, "if I was sober, i'd be driving you home."

"Oh Brock, don't worry about it. You guys had great games, and you deserve to celebrate. We'll be fine, I promise," you smile. Your heart melts a little, you've only met the canucks a few times but from the instant that you did they treated you like family.

"Alright, alright, just let me know when you're home safe, I'll feel much better."

"You got it, Brocky," you smile, standing on your tip toes to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. Brock grins like a school boy who just got a kiss from his crush. Thankfully, drunk Luke doesn't decide to make an appearance. Otherwise, he might have absolutely decked Brock in the face.

Not that he would've succeeded, based on how drunk he is. You're almost sure he's fallen asleep. Until his lips start moving against your neck. Quadruple fuck. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud as he nips at your throat with so much care you'd think he was fully sober.

His fingers start to make patterns along your collarbones, dipping lower toward the curve of your breasts. You don't want him to stop.

"Luke," you whisper desperately, laying your head atop his gently.

His hum of response reverberates against your skin, and pleasure melts down your spine, stomach fluttering.

"Luke," you try again, voice strained as his teeth screen against the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, "not here baby, we're in public."

" 's go home" he murmers into your skin, "wanna fuck my pretty girl."

Your cheeks go red faster than you thought possible. What a time to find out Luke is a horny drunk.

"Luke," his name is a prayer on your lips. The fingers of his injured hand burn as they press into your waist.

" 'm starvin for you baby," he mumbles, the tips of his fingers brushing under the waistband of your jeans.

Heat coils in your stomach, and you bite your lip to keep a whimper from spilling from your lips. As if some Devine power is on your side, you get a notification that your Uber has arrived.

"Our ride is here." Your voice is practically a squeak.

"Want you to ride me." Luke says, and you can feel his lips turn up into a smirk against your skin. You have to cover your mouth with your hand. Luke chuckles darkly. "Pretty girl has to cover her mouth so everyone doesn't know what a dirty girl she is." he hums nosing at your neck. If you're here any longer, you might actually combust. You make sure you have everything because you can quite literally never return to this bar every again.

You help pull Luke out of his chair and drape one of his arms over your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his waist to keep him steady. "Gonna eat you up when we're alone," he mutters, his grin all teeth. He's so fucking beautiful it makes your troat go dry.

You're blushing like a school girl as you help him out of the bar. He's leaning most of his weight on you while he whispers dirty things in your ear. You're surprised that you even manage to get him out of the bar on your own, mainly because his comments are making you weak in the knees. And partially because he's a 6'2, 185-pound man.

You successfully get him into the backseat and give the driver Quinns address. Thank God he lives close. A ten minute drive at most. But unfortunately for you, it feels like hours. Because Luke had been very perceptive as to how his advances were making you react and continues them with no mercy.

"So pretty f' me" he mumbles, hand trailing up your thigh, lips fluttering over your neck, "gonna let me fuck you pretty girl?"

"Not here, Luke," You whisper, grabbing his hand. You kiss the back of his knuckles and looks at you with such desire in his eyes it takes every ounce of self control not strip and let him fuck you in the back seat of this random car. Your eyes flick to the driver and you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, and say a prayer for forgiveness as your lips trail up his hand.

You close your lips over two of his fingers, and he groans, his head falling against your shoulder. "Gotta be quiet, baby," you murmer, squeezing his knee with one hand before closing your lips back over his fingers.

"m' quiet, m' quiet," he murmers against your neck. Then he's grinding his hips against yours, and there's a whimper caught in your throat. The car comes to a stop in front of Quinns building, and you are hopping out of the car like it's on fire and dragging Luke out behind you.

He stumbles into your back, an arm wrapping around your waist, his lips reattach to your neck, and you can't help the moan that slips out. As soon as the elevator door shuts, Luke pins you to the wall with a knee between your legs, and you drag him down for a desperate kiss.

He tastes like alcohol and cinnamon and home. And you never want to let him go. Then he's hissing with fire, a yearning, pleading fire as he grinds his hips against yours. All you want to do is let him have his way, but he's so so drunk. And no matter how many years the two of you have been dating, and how many times you've slept together, you made your decision way back at the bar that you wouldn't go further than kissing and grinding.

The elevator opens on Quinns floor, and the two of you stumble out. You pat your pockets for the keys to his apartment, and fuck- they aren't there. They must have gotten left in his car on the way to the bar.

You knock on the door nervously. One hand wrapped around Luke's waist, and the other braced against his chest. His uninjured hand is tracing up and down your side and in a way that makes it hard not to squirm as he places tender kisses along your jaw.

Quinn opens the door, looking oh so tired, a toothbrush hanging half out of his mouth. Clearly, he didn't expect you back so soon. His eyes go wide at the sight in front of him, and he resists the urge to gag, lest his toothbrush fall out of his mouth.

"Whad da fack!" He exclaims, spitting into the kitchen sink and closing the apartment door behind you. "Is he drunk?"

"Yes, just let me get him into bed, and I'll explain," you say urgently.

"Only going to bed if you're coming with me," he murmers, squeezing your hip, "need m' pretty girl."

"Do you have advil?" You ask Quinn, ignoring Luke's statement, Quinn wisely chooses not to comment as he grabs advil and a glass of water.

You deposit luke on the bed, huffing from his weight. He pulls you down with a smirk. "Wait, baby, let me get your clothes," you say quickly.

Luke wiggles his eyebrows and lets you undress him. You strip him of his jeans and t-shirt leaving him in his boxers. "Be good and drink this for me," you say, sliding the advil into his mouth.

"I'm good for you, baby," he mutters after he swallows.

"So good for me," you assured as he slipped under the blanket. As soon as his head hits the pillow, his eyes are fluttering. " 'm tir'd."

You stroke his hair back from his forehead softly. "I know, baby, I know,"

"Still want you," he pouted.

"I know, baby, and you'll have me tomorrow. It's sleep time now, ok?"

"Mm'kay," he mumbles, barely audible. You stroke his hair and mutter sweet nothings to him as he falls asleep. You change into a pair of sweats and one of Luke's devils' hoodies before shutting the bedroom door with a quiet click.

Quinn is sitting on the couch, with two mugs of steaming tea. You flop onto the couch, leaning your back against the armrest and tucking your feet under his legs. He hands you a mug of tea, and you take it gratefully, holding it close to your face and letting the steam warm you.

"So what the fuck happened?" Quinn questions.

"After you left, Luke still wasn't back and I went to find him, I don't know what really happened on his end, but he said he was sad about his wrist, and someone convinced him alchool would make it better." You sigh, taking a sip of your tea.

"Anyways, by the time I got him, he had had six shots in the span of a half hour."

Quinns eyes practically bulge out of his head. He looks like he's running calculations in his head, and his jaw drops. "I know," you grimace, "I'm sorry, I should've watched him better, I knew he wasn't happy about his wrist, and I let him -"

"How did he even get drinks?" Quinn asks, "He's not 21."

"Hush, Y/n, it's not your fault. He's a big boy he knows what he's doing." Quinn says softly, drawing you into his arms.

"Quinn, you don't feel bad either, ok?" You say softly knowing Quinn is beating himself up on the inside. He sighs, purses his lips and doesn't say anything for a long minute.

"It's Canada," you mutter like that explains everything. And to Quinn, it does explain it all.

"Fucking Canada" he mutters shaking his head.

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Hi guys!! I was very excited while writing this, so I hope y'all like it. Comment comment comment! I love comments, I wanna hear all your thoughts! They always make my day a bit brighter.

On that note, I'm going on a bit of a writing break for a week-ish cause schools getting a bit busy with midterms and final papers and whatnot. I'll still be active, tho (unless i feel like it's distracting, then I might fall off the face of the earth for a bit).

Anyways, with that, I hope y'all have a lovely, lovely evening. Love Soph ♡

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str4wb3rr1e · 1 year ago

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Tom Kaulitz x fem!reader

Synopsis: He knew how one night stands worked, he’d had tons, but what was it that made him so god damn attracted to her?

Warnings: meantions of smut, overall fluff.

You woke up covered in your duvets as your phone chimed a couple times making you groan and rub your eyes, sitting up you picked up your phone and tried your best to read whatever message you got.

Unknown number? You opened your inbox and slowly started to read the texts your blurry vision making it harder to focus

“Hey, this is Tom.” Read the first text, Tom? You thought to yourself.

Tom! It clicked in your head, the guitarist you had slept with a few nights ago.

“You forgot your glasses, figured you’d want them back.”

Your glasses? What glasses?

You reached out for your night table, shuffling around the stuff as you noticed something was missing, your glasses.

Your dior glasses.

“Fuck…” you mumbled as you dialed the number in desperation of getting your expensive accessory back.

“Hello?” You called, “Hey, is this (Y/N)?” Said the voice on the other line.

“Yeah, yeah… umm, I kinda forgot my-“, “Glasses? Yeah I know they’re here right now.” Tom finished your sentence for you with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah” you chuckled back, “So, if you could just drop it in the lobby of the hotel or you know whatever-“, “Why don’t you come pick it up? Does 8 sound good?” Again Tom cut you off.

You weren’t bothered by it though.

“Yeah, alright, 8 sound fine.” You replied, “Perfect, see you tonight.” He said before hanging up.

You stood there for a second, your brain trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“Just gonna get my glasses back.” You mumbled to yourself trying your best to hide your excitement.

It wasn’t long until the time you’ve been waiting all day had come, at 7:43 you called a cab and drove to the hotel.

Currently it was 8:01, standing at the gates of the hotel under the big gray clouds above you.

“Alright, just go get your glasses back.” You huffed as you stepped inside the gigantic building.

It wasn’t everyday you’ve had to meet up with your one night stands.

“Hi, umm, room 834?” You asked at the receptionist who gave you a dirty look before navigating to the room.

“Thanks, bitch.” You’ve mumbled that last part of course.

The elevator dings as the door opened to your destination, floor 8.

You slowly walked around the hall, your heels clicking with every step you took against the carpet floor.

Room 834… Room 834… And there it was.

Instead of standing awkwardly in front of the door you decided to knock.

A couple of seconds later the boy opened the door from the other side.

“(Y/N), hold on for a moment…” he said before disappearing back into the room.

He came back with your glasses and leaned against the doorway.

“Here,” he handed you your expensive glasses carefully, “Thanks” you smiled as you caressed your glasses.

Even though this was exactly why you got here his looks and the way he gazed into your eyes made it seem like he wanted more than that.

And not going to lie, you also wanted that, that thing that makes your mind go fuzzy and make you forget about all the things you should worry about.

So without further ado you collided your lips together, his hands traveling to your waist squeezing the parts that your jeans highlighted.

You don’t quite remember how you ended up here, laying flat on Tom’s bed as his head on you bare chest, your hand massaging his scalp every now and then.

“You do this with every girl?” You asked breaking the silence,

“Do what?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Call them to your room, have sex, send them away right after?”

He chuckled at your obvious detailed question, “Not like this…” he replied lifting his head from your chest.

“Right, the girls you’ve fucked right in this room would disagree.” You chuckled.

“Yeah but, never called any of them back…” he gazed into your eyes as his index finger brushed across your cheek.

“You’re saying I’m special?” You smiled sheepishly, “You sure do feel special.” He smiled back.

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #kaulitz twins #fanfic #tokio hotel fanfic #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz imagines #tokio hotel x reader

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soupbowl18 · 1 month ago

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Singer!Sero X Nepo!Reader

AFAB!Reader. Quirkless AU. Everyone is 21+. Kinda angsty.

WARNINGS!

Drinks meantioned, Sero and reader use to sleep to together. Bad language.

Sero is rising up to fame and he was invited to do a surprise performance at the music awards after party. Little did they know, the song he’s about to perform is about the B list celebrity, Dj Present Mic, Daughter.

A/N: I’ve been playing Role Model By Brent Faiyaz and I’ve been FEINNING for Sero fic. Also I kinda rushed this.

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“OH MY FUCK! Y/N…HE’S ON TV RIGHT NOW!”

Mina screams from her walk in closet, you come in with a tight dress that has a shit load of sequins because who doesn’t like to be the most glamorous girl at the music awards after party. You’re only invited because you’re the daughter of the most well known Dj and producer, Present Mic, and he did a surprise guest host on tonight’s music awards. Putting your other earring on, you follow Mina’s voice, just to see rising star Sero Hanta on TV.

You roll your eyes, “He’s whatever” you say, going back to sit at the gigantic vanity, adding the final touches. “I heard he’s gonna be at the after party” Mina comes out of the closet with a two piece and her curly hair. You start to reminisce about the man on the tv. Who was presented with an award with best song of the year.

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“Sero Hanta” he said as he was dancing close to you, hands on your waist, his lips next to your ear, your hands on his chest. You put your head back a little to see his eyes, you smile. “You know, you look like you wanna go somewhere, do you wanna go somewhere?” You forrow your eyebrows.

“What?”

“You know, a lot of guys just try to pressure me into leaving with them to have a night one stand. But you’re different”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good” you smile but then you thought of something that wasn’t even funny

He nods up, wanting to know what’s funny “What?”

“You can be somebody’s role model…”

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“If he performs at the party, I’m gonna lose my shit” She spins and flops on her back on her bed.

“Hope I’m not there when it happens” you laugh. “Has Ochaco here yet, my dad has been blowing my fucking phone” you said as you unlock your phone to text back your father. Your father has been expecting you to show up 30 minutes ago since he was one of the surprise guests host for the music awards, he just wanted to show off his sweet girl.

But let’s be real, you’re the most known maneater out there. No one has ever matched your energy, every celebrity you’ve ever met always came off strong and cocky. Yes, you’re the biggest party girl but doesn’t mean you’re gonna give yourself easy for any rich man in the room. So what’s better than to humble their little dicks by setting them up.

“Why do you find him not sexy!?” Mina pouts. You about to answer when Mina’s phone pings. “Oh she’s here”. You guys head out and get into Ochaco’s limo, heading to the after party.

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“Y/N Y/N! OVER HERE! OVER HERE!”

Paparazzi goes crazy. You grabs the girls hands and head quickly inside of the party.

“Jesus fuck! I hate the paps” you said walking faster, eager to get a drink.

“MINA! OVER HERE!” Mina turns around and sees producer Eijiro Kirishima waving over to where he’s at. Mina and Eijiro have been dating here and there, both busy with their careers but they go out on dates and sleep with each other when they have the chance. Mina doesn’t even bother to say bye, she B lined to him.

“What a thirsty hoe, she left us” Ochaco said closing her arms. “It’s fine girl, let’s get a drink before we head to the dance floor” you were about to head there until a tall guy with green hair gets in between

“Ochaco! How you doing love?” singer Izuku bends a little to hug Ochaco, Izuku has a big crush on Ochaco and Ochaco is too slow to realize she also has a crush on him as well.

“I’m not doing this” you thought.

“Alright bye guys” you walk away, a little mad that your girls are busy with their mans while you’re at the bar drinking

“Sweety!” You hear, you turn around and see your dad but behind him is a big ass light and camera crew. Next to him, a female reporter.

“Y/n! How do you feel about your father success in the music industry?” The reporter ask with her microphone point out to you

“I just wanna say I’m so proud of my daddy and I’m happy where we are right now and I’m just so grateful to have my dad by my side” you smile to the camera

“And how about you, Present Mic, how do you feel about your daughters rising fame in the modeling industry”

“I’m absolutely proud of her, I’m glad she found passion in something she can be happy and have fun. She’s the most ambitious woman I can ever ask. I love my daughter”

“That’s sweet to hear, alright Present Mic, Y/N, You have such a good night” says the reporter, they chat a little more with your father then they leave.

“How did I sound?” You ask

“Good, sweet girl” He kisses your forehead. “Alright sweet girl, I have to head on stage to present a surprise performance. Bye, enjoy, don’t party too hard” he says as he walks away.

“Surprise show?”

You walk to the tall stage and you see people who are excitedly talking amongst each other, guessing who’s gonna preform on stage. You see your father up there on stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a surprise performance for you tonight, please welcome, SERO HANTA!!”

“fuck”

Sero comes over on stage from behind the curtain. He gets in his spot to preform with microphone in hand. And before he took a breath, he sees you in the crowd.

“'ll be your role model

Don't leave the house tomorrow

I gotta meet with Audemars

Tell me what you want…”

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“C’mon baby, why don’t you wanna be with me?” Both of you are tangled in bed, Sero nibbling on your ear.

“Because your time ain’t enough” you set your self free from his arms and you sit up on the edge of the bed

That wasn’t the reason, he actually makes time for you. You’re just scared of commitment. You’re scared of being vulnerable just to be taken advantage of. You’re scared to share your time with someone just so it turns out to be all a waste of time. You’re scared of missing out on big things because you were busy with someone who you thought was worth your time.

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“You say you had enough 'cause my time ain't enough

Girl, it's never enough for you

But you can wait until after tomorrow

Flawless, lawless, baby, what you call this?”

“GIRL YOU SEEING THIS!” Mina came up and stood next to you, her eyes shining of excitement.

“Unfortunately” you said, looking at the guy you were pretty hooked up on until a month ago.

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You wake up on morning, not on your bed, but on his. You turn around and see Sero dead asleep. Lipstick kisses all over his face, neck, and body. You crack a smile even though you were hung over as hell. You got up slowly and you find your bra and dress on your floor and you grab your heels. Before you moved another inch to leave, you hear shuffling on the bed

“Where are you going, pretty?” He gets up slightly, rubbing his eyes

“I have to leave” you look for your phone on the floor

“Why so soon, I…wanted to hang out…a little longer” he hesitates with his words but he knew the answer

“I can’t, I have to be in my jet in…” you find your phone under a sock and you check the time “fuck, 2 hours” you try to find your last item, your purse.

“Oh okay…maybe after” he gets up from bed and walks up to his drawer, grabbing your purse and walks up to you and hands it to you. You stop to grab your bag. “When you get back from wherever you’re going to of course”

“Sure, I’ll let you know…”

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“So you always double back after you leave?

This where you gon' go after you came with me

I done seen it all 'fore I turned twenty-three

I could teach you how to ball if you just let a man be

We be so high, that's why we so low-key

She wanna fly with you, let's make three”

The lyrics are so revealing. You know it’s about you. You look around, everyone is just enjoying themselves, smiling and dancing. They don’t know it’s about you, it’s like they’re making fun of you. Is this what I get for playing? Did I play a play a little far?

You stare at him. At the man you actually loved. You look at him with a somber look.

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“Please, I love you so much” Sero pleading with you in his hotel room.

“Sero, I- I can’t” you turn around hugging yourself, trying to keep yourself together

“Why not, who cares what people think. I want you only pretty” he comes up to you, he turns you around and hugs you. But you push away.

“Look, it’s just I have a lot of my plate and you’re becoming bigger. I wanna see you become platinum. And I know you wanna see me be a bigger nepo mode” you both laugh, knowing you just wanna play dress up and eat up the attention. “But can’t we just wait it out a little?”

He sighs, and looks at your suitcase next to the window.

“Okay…”

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“Uh, us against the globe

Don't let your attitude ruin what we got

Never stressing if you just lay low

I'll give you lessons, it's so much to know

Go full speed when I say go

Don't push me when I say no…”

He sings it casually but you know he’s hurt as fuck. He sees you, he knows that you’re aware of the atmosphere. It’s heavy, hot in a way. You stare in his eyes, refusing to show any affection. You know you can’t go back to whatever you guys were.

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“I can be your role model” you said, with a flirty tone and pretty eyes. You wanna show him how much you crave him. How everytime you fly internationally, you spend every waking second thinking about him. Working your cardio exercises listening to his songs that’s you can’t get enough.

“Y/N YOU’RE ON IN 5, LETS GO” the backstage manager yelled. You had to go out and walk the stage wearing lingerie wear.

“Then show me out there, pretty” he smile and plants a kiss your nose then smacks your ass.

Sero wants to be there for you no matter what. He wants follow you everywhere, even internationally. He wants to wake up to you every morning and fuck you every night. But you won’t let him. In the meantime, he will cheer you on from the crowd.

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“I can be your role model, Jimi Hendrix

Pop a pill with me before we end it…”

He looks at you, deep in your eyes.

“…You say you had enough 'cause my time ain't enough

Man, it's never enough for you

But you can wait until after tomorrow”

#iwouldvesleptwithhimonemoretime #Iwishserowasreal #iwantsinger!seroau #bnha #bnha x reader #sero x reader #sero hanta #Spotify

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eddiediazismyhusband · 6 months ago

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Sooo, you wanted Buddie asks and I would find interesting if you have any headcanons around friendships that you don't really see on screen but might very well be there? Like, Eddie & Karen for example, or stuff like that?

omg this is an amazing question and i love you for asking this 💕💕💕

right off the bat since you mentioned eddie and karen, i fully believe they are bff material. like i genuinely think that the two of them would get slong so well (i mean they have in the few scenes we’ve gotten w the two of them) but i genuinely believe they text each other about hen/buck throughout the day, and they have wine nights together.

i think eddie and josh are friends, but like the friends who show their friendship by bullying each other— i meantioned this in a previous headcanon post but i believe that eddie is still in multiple dispatch groupchats and there is one that is mainly just he and josh throwing bitchy one-liners back and forth as linda laughs her ass off and may rolls her eyes

i also feel like eddie and maddie are closer than we see on the show. i think they talk to each other about buck when they can tell something’s wrong (not gossipy but like they ask “hey is buck okay” or “did buck say anything to you about being upset” stuff like that). i also feel like maddie has fully adopted eddie as another little brother like buck even though he’s closer in age to her than buck is and is also buck’s romantic partner

i feel like abuela and athena would be besties, both of them rolling their eyes at buck and eddie being clueless and talking about how they need to just talk it out already

i think buck would be super super close with one of eddie’s sisters (i hc sophia but that’s just bc i imagine her being similar to buck in a lot of ways even tho we’ve never seen her other than in the background before) and that she would embarrass eddie by telling stories to buck about teenage eddie

#911 abc #911 #911 on abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #maddie buckley #karen wilson #linda bates #may grant #athena grant #abuela 911 #buddie #buddie 911 #911 headcanons

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lilcowzia · 8 months ago

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Thanks for responding to my boost question. You meantion drinking powered wg shakes? What's the recipe and how often you drink them a d what are your results?

the wg powder i use is called muscle tech mass gainer, its got purple text on it. my feeder mixes the powder with milk, its not much of a recipie lol but i think the container suggests only using water. i generally have one every weekday for lunch since its doable while im working. but sometimes i have something else for lunch instead. i don't tend to have them on the weekend due to sleeping in and just eating other food. as for results i just feel it helps me with gaining weight more consistently and making sure im getting a supplemental boost in calories ^^

#ask

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crystalsnow95z · 1 year ago

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please sick tae with a high fever? caretaker anyone!

Ooh my favorite person to write for ♡ sorry for the random angst.. I don't know why that popped into my head.

Let’s just get right into it.

Tw; meantion of upset stomach but no emeto.

"Huh? Pause the game, Seo-joon-sii is calling me.." Jungkook picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Are you home?"

"Yeah, im just playing a game." Jungkook answers politely. "Why?"

"Oh good. I called a taxi to bring Taehyungie home and want to be sure someone's there to help him."

"Huh? Help? What happened?" Jungkook jumps to his feet. "Is he okay?"

"No, nothing bad. He got a little too drunk.. him and woo-sik both.." Seo-joon speaks apologetically into the phone, feeling partly to blame for not cutting them off sooner.

"I'll be sure he gets to bed safely. Thank you." Jungkook relaxes. "Have a good night." He hangs up. Taehyungie-hyungie must've wanted to show he was a man and could drink just as much as the others..

"What was that about?" Jin asks with concern on his face. "Is Vuu okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He just overdid it with drinking.." Jungkook texts Taehyung to see if he'll reply.

Hyung where are you?

Taehyung replies.

I'm coming to home. 3 minutes now.

"I'll go get him pajamas to change into." Jin gets up, going to Taehyung's room.

"I'm gonna wait for him." Jungkook puts on a face mask and waits outside, keeping his eyes cast down, pretending to be too interested in his phone when someone passes by. I'm glad my hair is black right now. It's easier to wait without being recognized.

It doesn't take long for the taxi to come, Taehyung staggering out towards him. "Jeon jungukkkie hi." He greets him warmly.

"Hi hyungie.." Jungkook smiles when Taehyung wraps around him in a hug. "Let's get you inside."

"Jungkook-ah? Did I tells you?" Taehyung speaks excitedly with a bit of slur to his words. "Why we went out?"

"Why hyung?" Jungkook leads him inside, going towards Taehyungs room already knowing the answer. He told him before he went out but loved to see his hyung happy.

"Seojunnie-hyung got the lead role in a new kdrama!" Taehyung says proudly. "He's gonna look so cool.. it's a..ah..oh no.. I forgot the role.." he finished with a pout.

"Oh? Is that what you were celebrating?" Jungkook presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing at his cute expression.

"Yeah! Huh..hyungie? What are you doing here?" Taehyung questions when he sees Jin in his room.

"I'm here to help Kook-ah with you. Let's get you out of those jeans baby." Jin takes over leading Taehyung to his bed, sitting him on the edge.

"I don't need help.. I got it.." Taehyung unbuttoned his jeans, standing to get them off but sways into Jin.

"Tete be careful. Let hyung help." Jin holds Taehyung by his shoulders to steady him while he gets his jeans off, changing into the pajama pants Jin pulled out.

"There we go. Now the shirt, too." Jungkook tugs the shirt over Taehyung's head, putting a fresh one on.

"Here, Tae, drink some water." Jin offers him a water bottle. "Careful not to spill.." he adds as an afterthought when Taehyung takes a drink.

"Mm..I don't want it Hyung..my stomach hurts.." Taehyung hands the water back to Jin.

"Your stomach hurts? Did you eat enough while you were there? Do you want me to make you something?"

"I ate while I was there..but it was too spicy for me..it wasn't supposed to be spicy Hyung.." Taehyung whines, Jin biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at Taehyungs whiny pout.

"Poor Tete..I'll warm you up some of the leftover stir fry we had for dinner, okay? Let's go eat." Jin takes Taehyung by the hand, Jungkook taking the other.

"What's going on?" Jimin asks when he sees them pulling Taehyung.

"Taehyungie is very tipsy.. we're gonna try to sober him up some.." Jin explains, going to the fridge. "Don't worry we got it. Go back to sleep.."

"Taehyung-Ah, wake up..it's time to get ready for practice." Namjoon turns on the bedroom light, pulling the blanket.

Taehyung woke up the next morning feeling awful.. his head was pounding, and he felt dizzy when he sat up, his muscles aching when he moved. "I'm up..I'm up.."

Namjoon smooths down Taehyung's wild hair. "You feeling okay? You look pale."

"I think I'm okay. I must've drank too much last night.." Taehyung rubs the sleep from his eyes, wincing at the brightness in the room.

"You'll be okay. You're still young." Namjoon turns off the light for him. "Go take a shower and eat. You'll feel better."

Taehyung nods, taking a quick shower. The hot water eases some of the pain, but as he gets dressed again, he feels his body starting to ache again.

"I didn't think I drank that much.." he whines when he takes a seat next to Jimin in the dining room, leaning against him. "My head hurts... no. My body hurts.."

"Aw my poor Tete. Do you want me to make you some Haejangguk? I think we have all the ingredients.." Jimin asks, getting up. "I'll get you some juice.."

Taehyung didn't feel hungry, but was willing to try anything to try to ease the pain. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks Minni." Taehyung gulps down some water, placing his head on the table.

"Morning Jiminie, Taehyungie. Taehyungie, are you okay?" Hoseok greets them with a yawn.

"He woke up hungover, but it's okay. I'm taking care of him." Jimin answers for him.

"Could I maybe skip practice Hobi-hyung? I really don't feel well..I feel like I'm gonna be sick.." Taehyung asks softly, looking up at Hobi with round puppy eyes.

"You shouldn't miss practice. Not when we're in the middle of learning new choreography. You should've thought about that before you went out last night." Hoseok hated being strict, but he couldn't give him special treatment. Not when they made Yoongi do several practices hungover. "But you can ask Namjoonie."

Namjoon had the same answer as Hoseok, so the seven boys went to practice together. Taehyung felt a little better after eating, but he still felt dizzy when he made quick movements, and his muscles still ached when he moved.

"Tae you're out of sync." Hoseok points out when Taehyung's feet don't hit the floor at the same time as the others. "You're going to slow."

"I'm sorry.. I'll get it.. right this time." Taehyung panted, already feeling exhausted despite only being halfway through the practice. He knew what he had to do, but his body just wasn't moving quickly enough.

"Let's take a break.." Hoseok tells them, feeling sympathy for the young vocalist. Everyone scatters to get water, use the restroom or just take a seat leaning against the mirror.

Taehyung sits where he stands, laying flat on the floor. "I'm so tired.." he whines softly, trying to stretch out to see if it'll help his muscles stop aching.

Yoongi and Hoseok go over to him the younger rapper running a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "You're doing the best you can and that's all I ask. Don't look so sad."

"I know what to do. I do. I'm just really tired..I know I can do it..I just can't right now.." Taehyung says with a frustrated sigh, leaning into Hoseok's touch, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand.

"You'll be okay baby..you'll feel better after a good meal and a nap." Hoseok gently scratches his head.

"Here Tae. Drink some water." Yoongi offers him a water bottle. "You need stay hydrated."

Taehyung sits up, leaning against Hoseok. "I didn't think I drank that much.. I think I'm done drinking for a while." He sips the water, but it feels heavy in his stomach. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover.."

"You've always been a lightweight." Yoongi states bluntly. "You don't need to drink much V."

"I drank less than the others, though.." Taehyung pouts.

"Why don't you just watch for a bit? It looks like you got the moves down. You just need to get on beat." Hoseok suggests, feeling awful for forcing Taehyung to push himself.

"No, no, I'll get it right. I know it. I just can't get my body to keep up with my thoughts. I can picture it in my head." Taehyung explains, feeling irritated with himself for holding the others back.

"It's okay. We still have a few weeks before we perform it live. You'll get it right then. I know it." Hoseok ruffles his hair. "Just watch and listen for now, okay? You can sleep it off when we get home."

Taehyung nods, watching Hoseok gather the others to start practice again. He tried his best to listen to the choreographer's advice and the ideas of the other members on how to improve it, but he couldn't keep focused. It's so bright in here..it hurts..

Taehyung only planned to keep his eyes closed until the throbbing headache became more manageable, but it wasn't long until he fell asleep.

"Should we wake him?" Jimin asks when he notices Taehyung slowly falls over to one side. "He must be really tired to fall asleep even with us having all the back up dancers.."

"I'll ask staff to take him home. He's learned his lesson on pushing his limits." Namjoon bends down to touch the floor."He'll get sick if he sleeps on the floor like that. It's cold.."

Jimin nods, going over to Taehyung, rubbing his hand across his chest to wake him. "Tete, wake up.."

"Mm.. Minnie I don't feel good.. I just want to sleep.." Taehyung whines, sitting up and leaning into Jimin. "I can't.."

"I know, baby. Hyung says you can go home. You can sleep there.." Jimin rubs his hand across Taehyung's back. "Come on. Up you go." He pulls him onto his feet.

"I'll get you home Taehyung-sii." A staff member approaches.

"Thank you.." Taehyung bows, only able to bow his head before he felt dizzy, falling forward.

"We'll probably not get home until tonight. Try to eat something before bed, okay?" Jimin gives Taehyung a hug. "Feel better, Tae."

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Yoongi stretches, limbs stiff from sitting in the same position too long. He's been working since he came home from practice, obsessing over a new song he's been trying to perfect for months. He checks his phone, eyes widening when he sees 2:58 AM on the screen.

"It's already almost three?"He tries to get a drink from his water bottle but finds it empty, discarding it into his trash bin already overflowing with papers he's tossed aside.

He gets up to go to the kitchen, slipping on wetness of a mysterious liquid covering the floor. When he looks around, he jumps when he sees a figure sitting in front of him leaning against the fridge. "Aiish.. You scared me." Yoongi sighs when his eyes adjust to the darkness, hand on his racing heart. From the silhouette,it had to be either Jungkook or Taehyung. "What are you doing?Did you fall? Are you hurt?" He reaches for the shadowy figure, hissing when he feels the heat coming off their cheek. When he doesn't feel Jungkook's cheek scar, he knows who is in the kitchen with him. "Sh*t..You're burning up, Taehyungie.."

Taehyung jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him but relaxes when he recognizes the voice. He stays quiet for a few more moments mind foggy with fever. "Hyung...I'm sorry..the..the water.. I dropped it.." Yoongi hardly recognizes it as Taehyung's voice, it coming out raspy and slow.

"So that's what it was.. don't worry about that. I'll clean it up. First, let's get you to bed." Yoongi slowly pulls Taehyung to his feet, feeling the younger trembling. "Did you get hurt when you fell?"

"Jus..just.." Taehyung stops talking,swaying as another wave of vertigo hits him."Yoongi..Hyung..dizzy.." It's been that way for the past twenty minutes, unable to make it to his feet without another wave washing over him. "Dizzy.." he whimpers in a panic.

"It's okay..it's okay.. I got you.." Yoongi holds Taehyung by his waist, gently stroking his back. "We can stay like this for a bit longer, okay?"

Taehyung nods, leaning against Yoongi, reaching for his hand. Even with his eyes closed standing completely still he felt like he was spinning. "I don't feel well.." he whispers, clutching Yoongi tighter.

"I know, Taehyungie, I know.. it looks like you weren't just hungover. I'll take care of you. I'm sorry i didn't notice sooner.." Yoongi strokes his hair, waiting for the vocalist to stop leaning against him so heavily.

"Are you feeling a little better? You think you can walk for me Taehyungie?" Yoongi speaks gently.

Taehyung stays quiet for a few more seconds, slowly opening his eyes to test if the wooziness really died down. "Y..yeah..slowly.."

Yoongi turns on his phone flashlight to get them safely around the spilled water, walking close to the wall. "That's it, Taehyungie, almost there.. let's get you to bed."

"What's going on..?" Namjoon asks sleepily when he hears Yoongi and Taehyung enter the room.

"Taehyungie is actually sick. He's running a fever.." Yoongi places Taehyung on the bed, placing his phone on the side table.

"What? How bad is it?" Namjoon rushed out of bed, going to Taehyung to touch him, feeling the heat from his cheek. "Sh*t..do we have medicine?"

"We have Tylenol.." Yoongi goes to get up, but Taehyung doesn't let go of his hand. "Could you go get it along with the thermometer?"

"Of course hyung." Namjoon quickly leaves the room.

"Hyungie.. I'm cold..will you cuddle me...?" Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. "Just a little bit?"

Yoongi lays next to him, unable to turn him down when he looks so helpless. Taehyung's usually bright, playful eyes were dulled, already drooping closed from exhaustion. His skin looked pale except for his cheeks that were flushed with fever, and his brown hair looked black from the sweat that pasted his bangs to his forehead. Yoongi's heart ached in sympathy for the vocalist, gently pushing his bangs behind his ear. "You really aren't doing well, Tete.."

"Hyungie, I..I still wanted water..I dropped it.." Taehyung suddenly remembers why he left the room in the first place when a dry cough rattled his chest.

"I know, baby. It's okay. I'll get Namjoon-ah to get you some." Yoongi answers softly, tensing up when he feels himself sweating from just holding his ailing dongsaeng. I need to cool him down..

"Hyung.." Taehyung whimpers when another wave of dizziness washes over him, leaving him feeling nauseous. He takes a handful of Yoongi's shirt into his fist, clenching it tightly.

"What's wrong, Taehyungie?" Yoongi's heart races with anxiety when the only response he gets his a low groan,unsure on what to do to try to help.

"Yoongi what happened?" Namjoon rushes into the room when he sees Taehyung clinging to Yoongi trembling from the cold chills.

"I don't know.. we need to cool him down.." Yoongi takes the water bottle from Namjoon, placing the bottle on the nape of Taehyung’s neck.

"Please..that's cold.." Taehyung jumps when he feels the cold touch his skin, shivering violently against Yoongi.

"Just endure it for me, okay? Just for a little bit.." Yoongi speaks in a soothing tone. "Just for a few minutes, okay?"

Namjoon gently places the thermometer in Taehyung's ear, eyes widening. "It's almost at 40.. fu*k I should've checked in on him when I came into the room. We could've helped him before it got this bad.."

"We don't have time to worry about the past Joon-ah. We need to focus on taking care of him now." Yoongi takes a few breaths to calm his nerves. I'm the oldest.. I need to stay calm..

Yoongi relaxes a little when Taehyung loosens the grip on his shirt. "Are you feeling a little better Tae? Do you think you can swallow some medicine for me?"

"Not..as..dizzy.. but it hurts.. to move.." Taehyung speaks slowly, trying to gather his thoughts.

"It'll only be a minute. Please, Tae?" Yoongi pleads softly.

Despite trying to hide it, Taehyung could still hear the fear in the deagu rapper's voice. "Okay.. okay.." He slowly sits up with Yoongi's help, moaning softly. His muscles screamed in protest, his body trembling with effort.

Namjoon quickly shakes out two pills, gently parting Taehyung's lips to get them in his mouth. He didn't trust Taehyungs shaky hands not to drop them. "Here Taehyungie, drink some water." He quickly offers the water after pushing them into his cheek.

Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swallowing down the medicine.

"Good, good.." Namjoon controls how much water Taehyung takes, making him take smaller sips after swallowing the medicine. "Nice and slow. You don't want to make yourself sick.."

Taehyung takes another few drinks before laying down yawning into Yoongi's chest. "I'm so..Sleepy.."

"It's okay to sleep now.. that's all I wanted.." Yoongi draws small circles with his fingers across Taehyung's back. It doesn't take long for the younger to fall asleep again. "He's still shivering. Do you think we should get him to a doctor?"

"Let's wait to see if the medicine helps first. I don't want a repeat of last time if I can help it.." Namjoon's heart races faster at the memory. A sasaeng had seen him entering the hospital a few months ago and pretended to be sick so they could see him. Namjoon woke up to her in his hospital room filming him while he slept the blanket pushed off him and his hospital gown pulled up...

He could still hear her screaming while security took her away. Namjoon jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him, reaching for his hand to pull him out of the memory.

"Hey..it's okay. We'll wait it out a bit, and if it doesn't help, we'll call staff to come with us.. nothing like that will happen to Taehyungie, okay?"Yoongi promises, rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s knuckles. "Why don't you go get a bowl of water and a cloth. We should try to swipe off the sweat, and it'll help cool him down."

"Alright.." Namjoon leaves the room, letting out a short scream when he sees Jin in the hallway. "Aiish, you scared me, hyung. What are you doing up?"

"I woke up to use the bathroom. Have you seen Yoongi? He wasn't in the room when I got up." Jin says with concern about the wrong member.

"Yoongi is fine. He's with Taehyungie.. it turns out he wasn't just complaining over a hangover.. he's running a high fever.." Namjoon tells the older member. "I'm going to get water so we can give him a sponge bath."

"What? Taehyung is sick?" Jin's shoulder brushes against Namjoon's as he rushes past him, going straight to Taehyung.

"Seokjinnie-hyung?" Yoongi questions in surprise when he sees him entering, but he doesn't reply too focused on the young vocalist, placing his hand at the nape of his neck.

"Mn..." Taehyung let's out a quiet hum, moving away from Jin's 'cold' touch.

"Aiigo, my poor baby.. have you given him anything?" Jin whispers, running his hand through Taehyung's hair. "How high is it?"

"We got him to take some Tylenol a few minutes ago, but if it doesn't work, we need to get him to the hospital.." Yoongi explains in a distressed whisper. "Hyung, could you go with Namjoon? He's still a bit shaken by what happened when he went to the hospital.."

That's why he was easily spooked..

"I'll take care of Joon." Jin leaves to the kitchen where Namjoon was filling a large bowl with water.

"Hey, it's okay. You and Yoongi have things under control, you're doing everything right. Taehyungie will be fine." Jin gently massages Namjoon's shoulders, feeling the tension within them. "Take a deep breath for hyung.."

Namjoon turns off the water, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I know this isn't helping.."

"It's okay to be scared Joon-ah. Don't apologize." Jin hugs Namjoon from behind. "You don't need to be sorry for your feelings.."

Namjoon puts his hands on Jin's, feeling his anxiety melting away underneath the olders touch."Thanks, Hyung.. I'm okay now.."

"Good, now let's go back to the room, okay? I'll take this." Jin lets Namjoon go, taking the bowl from the sink and carrying it to the room. Namjoon quickly grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom, following after.

"You okay now, Namjoon?" Yoongi asks softly when he enters.

"Yeah. I'm okay now. Sor.." Namjoon trails off when he recalls Jin's words. "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Jin takes the cloth from Namjoon, dipping it in the water and wringing out the excess water and wiping it down Taehyung's arm.

Taehyung shivers, clinging closer to Yoongi. "It's cold.." He mumbles softly only Yoongi picking up on it.

"It's okay..i got you.." Yoongi strokes his hand through Taehyung's hair. "We're just trying to help. It's okay." He continues to say sweet nothings while Jin continues to gently wash the sweat from his body, letting out a sigh with he notices the shivering stop.

"It's working.." Yoongi whispers with a soft smile. "I don't think we'll need a hospital, Joon. We can handle this together."

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