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skinbeneaththeskull · 9 months

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Heey, Can you write something about 80's!James X virgin reader?

Imagine him being so horny, trying to be slow not to scare you, but he Caaaaan't!!! Like, he's comforting and praising you while slowly moving and kissing you passionately.

HE IS SO BOYFRIEND 😭😭😭😭

AAAAA YES !! i saw something really similar to this on @stevenssticks acc but with Dave in his met days!! ill try my best because i've never done virgin stuff before and also check their acc out too if you haven't!! i love P's stuff so much holy good lord 😇🙏

somewhere near their 4-5th concert during the 80's they'd all put on some type of "meet and greet" typa thing and just pretend that their the shit even though they just started playing gigs. they'd only pick a few girls from the crowd who they had a thing for, probably around four so everyone could have one to themselves so it'd be fair and the boys wouldn't start bitching about it.

luckily, James picked you to come meet him and it was pretty much a dream because you thought he was the cutest one out of all of them, so you were glad enough to take up on the offer. you were kinda dragged out by your girlfriends anyways, but since you knew who he was in the band, you were fine.

everyone was going backstage as James came to get you and surprisingly he was a gentleman, taking your hand softly and flashing you a smile and sounding genuinely interested in you and not like you were some typa groupie. he was walking you to a lounge area where the rest of the boys took their girls as well, you and him sitting on the couch just making conversation, him throwing things out like, "what's your name, pretty thing?" and "gotta favorite song so far?" you could tell he was at least a little interested because of the looks he was giving you, looking like a patient puppy listening to you talk.

you kept talking and soon enough everyone ended their time with the other girls in the room, going home because they got bored, but James ended up staying there with you. it was confusing to you on why he stayed, but you were a little relieved.

James looked around the room for a moment before getting closer to you, putting a hand on your thigh.

"can i kiss you?"

he asked it out of the blue and you started to get a little nervous. of course you've kissed someone before, but the hand on your thigh kept moving higher and higher. you nodded anyways and kissed him, putting your hand on his cheek, caressing it. before you knew it. his hands were making their way under your shirt and to your waist, rubbing up and down on the flesh. he was soon making his way to the band on your skirt, tugging on it softly.

you pulled away, having a hard time looking James in the eyes because of the embarrassment, hoping it wasn't obvious that you were a virgin.

"what's wrong? why'd you stop, baby?"

he grabbed your face, caressing the shell of your ear, hoping he didn't do anything wrong. he was more confused than anything, trying to read your body language.

"oh uh- hey, listen.. i've kinda never done this before, please go slow?"

his eyes widened as his mouth drew agape. he was going to take your virginity, just thinking about it got him rock hard, him closing his legs to not draw attention to himself.

he nodded before tucking your hair behind your ears, kissing you softly again before going to your neck and sucking. your hand was on his head, keeping him in place as you let our soft hums of pleasure, "James," you huffed before he pulled away. he looked up at you and once the contact was gone you let out a whine.

"cmon, why don't you undress for me,"

he asked but it sounded more like a demand and you obliged, obviously. he was watching you strip and looked at every part of you, just mesmerized by your body. once you were in your bra and panties he got down to his boxers, his chest exposed now, "holy shit, you're beautiful.." he whispered softly, soon kissing you again.

his hands crept up on you again, making their way to your panties and finally making their way to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles which made you squirm. your bodies were on top of each other and you could feel the hardness of himself clothed and pressed against your thigh.

he pulled himself out of his boxers, starting to jerk himself off, but you replaced his hand. he cold temperature of your hand made him shudder before he started thrusting up into your palm.

"when can i put it in you, baby??"

he was getting needier by the second, but he wanted to make sure you were comfortable enough before he did anything too much.

you pulled away and pulled your panties off, pushing the blonde off of you and down onto the couch. straddling him, you rubbed yourself on him, giving him a pussy job, just teasing him. he held your hips a little tightly before rubbing them. he looked up at you with pleading eyes, just wanting to be able to fuck you right there and then.

"okay.. you can do it now,"

once he heard that confirmed yes, he immediately flipped positions. your legs were wrapped around his hips as his tip lined up with your cunt, pushing in easier because you were already wet. he looked down at you, holding one of your hands, them interlocked with eachother, "you okay, baby? does it hurt?" you shook your head and soon he started to thrust.

god, it was overwhelming for the both of you. you couldn't even fathom how you could handle James with his size and how he could even enjoy this because you were so tight. you both loved it though, your voices getting louder and louder together. he was moaning about how good you felt around his cock and from all the praises and stimulation you thought you were already cumming, "you're so- so.. tight. feels so good!" he groaned before going faster, holding your hips down and just plowing himself in and out of you while you became more vocal.

this man could be the death of you from how good he was making you feel, "you close, baby? go on, cum on my cock, you can do it.. fuck baby.." he sped up until you came and squirted all over him which just turned him on even more.

"just a little longer, okay? you're doing so well for me, pretty girl"

the thrusting tried to slow, but he couldn't help himself and just ended up fucking you like you were the last person on earth, your body shaking as you kept moaning his name, he finally came. of course he pulled out and came all over your thighs and stomach because he didn't want to risk anything.

he bent down to kiss your lips and tried catching his breath, "my god, you're so fucking good. can't believe that was your first time" he chuckled before kissing you on the forehead.

"sorry if i was too much, but get dressed, im starving. why not treat my girl out?"

he smiled as he helped you get your clothes back on, then his. he carried you out to his car and drove you to the nearest diner to have a nice meal with you <33

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messedupfan · 4 months

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Chapter 10

Summary: Daisy asks Reader a very important question. Wanda decides to join a dating app.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! So happy to finally get this chapter out. Sorry again for the wait. Work has started to get creative for me so it's been hard finding time to write. Lemme know how holidays were for everyone. I'd love to know!! Hope y'all like this chapter! Please like, comment and enjoy!

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You wake early Sunday morning to incessant knocking and when Rachel asks what's happening, you tell her to hide in your room and to close the door. Once you're sure she is safe with the click of your bedroom door locking, you try to make a mean face in order to appear intimidating. But as soon as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you had hanging near the entryway, you shake your head and just prepare yourself to open the door. You're relieved when you see Daisy on the other side but are instantly concerned as the tears on her face register. “What's wrong?” You ask as you step into the hallway of the apartment building, closing the door behind you as you do.

“I'm sorry, Y/n. I messed up and it was so stupid and I'm so sorry,” she sobs with her hands covering her face as she tries to talk.

You put your hands on her shoulders as you try to get her to calm down. “Hey, hey, it's okay. What did you do that you think is so bad?”

She looks down to the floor, not wanting to see the way that you'd look at her when she tells you what she did. “I didn't want you to know about the concert because…” she shakes her head and you hold onto her as you patiently wait for her to tell you what has her so torn up. “Because it was a date with someone else.”

One part of you is surprised by the information but the other isn't. Despite the surprise, there isn't much a piece of you that is upset with her because of it. With the past few months of the two of you dating, neither has put a label on the relationship. But neither of you has been seeing other people so one can assume it's exclusive. Neither of you knew better because you've been avoiding the conversation and she's been too afraid to start the conversation.

You tell her to stop apologizing and pull her into a warm embrace. “It's okay, Daisy,” you assure her again and again until she stops crying. You rub her back to soothe her and eventually she calms down enough to talk properly. “Can I ask why you said yes when he asked you out?” You ask softly so that you can figure out what to say to her and even decide for yourself if you want to continue this relationship any further or let her go. Maybe, just maybe, this is your way out.

She breathes heavily through her mucus clogged nose and wipes her face with the back of her hand as she figures out what to say. You ask her to be completely honest and tell her that the truth won't hurt you. Assuring her that you can handle it. “I um, he and I have always kind of had this flirty friendship dynamic and we've thought about dating each other in the past but we haven't been single at the same time in the same place. I know that you and I have been moving in a good direction but we haven't committed ourselves to each other so I thought it was okay when I said yes. Then we became physical and I started sleeping over and I kept waiting for you to say something but you didn't.” She starts to get worked up again.

“Hold on,” you say as you rub her back. “I understand your thought process, it's okay. I'm not mad at you,” she is able to keep her breathing controlled but the tears still come on strong. “Do you have more to say?” Daisy nods and you help her with breathing exercises in order to continue.

“I just wanted to see if there was something there. Something easier but,” she shakes her head. “All I could think about during the concert was how I wanted you to be there and when he kissed me… I just knew I only wanted you. And that I had to tell you.” She looks at you finally and waits for you to respond or react. You are calm and collected as you process her story. You take a deep breath yourself as you frown and focus on one of her statements.

“I didn't know that things were difficult with me,” you state, confusing Daisy. “You said that you wanted to see if it'd be easier to be with that guy. I didn't know that you saw what we have as something that's not easy. I'm sorry that I've been oblivious to certain struggles.”

Daisy shakes her head, “No that's not… well, it's just… he doesn't have a child and an ex-wife that I have to one day impress. I think about those things, you know?” She explains and you nod, seeing how that could be stressful. “It worries me but it doesn't burden me. I love you and I want to make this work,” the words fall out seamlessly, shocking only you. “I realized that last night,” she wipes her face again with her sleeve this time. You wish you could offer to let her inside to clean up. But it wasn't time for Rachel to meet Daisy yet. You open your mouth to return the words even though you don't mean them and Daisy stops you. “Don't say it back. Not today. I just needed you to know everything as soon as possible. But I understand that you need time to process and you have your daughter here. I um, I should go.” She looks down at her hands as she steps away from you. She walks away without you calling or going after her. You stand silently in front of your door, stunned by her honesty and maturity.

You open the door and sit down on the sofa to relax your mind before you retrieve Rachel from your room. Daisy loves you. She kissed someone else and realized that she loves you. Now you really feel like an awful person. You didn't have the same reaction when you kissed Wanda. You wanted to be with Wanda, but you're settling for Daisy. Does this make you an awful person? You were prepared to tell the girl that you love her, even though you don't feel that way. You haven't told her that you kissed Wanda, and don't plan on it. The list of differences between you and Daisy can go on and on, meaning that at the end of the day, although you aren't in general a terrible person, you are being one to Daisy. You want to end the relationship before it gets worse. But you can't because she said that she loves you. Maybe she'll change her mind soon. Or maybe she won't. You don't know.

What you do know is that you have started to tell others that you and Daisy are a couple except for Daisy. That's where you needed to start first. No one likes feeling like they don't know where they stand with someone. So you decide that you'll stop by her apartment later and ask her to make it official. After you convince Kate to watch Rachel on very last notice first. Which might be tricky since she started hanging out with someone a lot more than usual recently.

“Sorry, honeybunch, it was one of Baba's friends. They're having a hard time and need someone to talk to,” you explain to Rachel as you enter your room. “It's safe to come out,” you tell her when she doesn't say anything. You're about to start to worry until you realize that she is asleep in your bed. You smile as you watch her sleep. She was so precious, so innocent. There are times in your life when you wonder if anything is ever worth it, then you have moments like these that help give a different perspective. She is worth everything to you.

You let her sleep in as you make her a special breakfast. Chocolate pancakes with bacon and an omelet. You don't cook like this often. Mostly because you can be a safety hazard in the kitchen. But you needed the distraction from your mind and you found yourself so lost in the activity that you don’t hear when Rachel enters the kitchen to ask what that smell is. She has to tap your arm and it makes you jump and accidentally elbow her in the forehead.

“Oh I’m so sorry my baby,” you hold her to you as you rub her back. “Are you okay?” You ask as you lower yourself to her level to check the damage that you caused. Which luckily, was nothing. She didn’t even have a mark and she showed no signs of crying. She just rubbed her forehead and complained that it did hurt. “Let me get you something cold to put on it,” you say as you rise up to look for her ice pack in the freezer and find it behind some frozen meat. You quickly dig through the cabinets and drawers to find the cloth pouch that Anna sowed for Rachel for moments like this. “Here you go, I’m sorry again.”

“It’s okay, I’ll feel better in a bit,” she takes the cold pouch from you and holds it to her forehead as she sits down at the kitchen table. “Who was at the door earlier?” She asks as you start to make her a plate, apologizing again as you do. As mentioned before, you can be quite a safety hazard in the kitchen.

“Here you go, I hope you like it,” you set the plate down in front of her and move to the kitchen to serve yourself. Rachel repeats her question a little louder to ensure that you hear it. “Right, sorry, it was just a friend who had an emergency and needed to chat. It wasn't anything serious.” You join her at the table after shutting off the stove top and making a plate for yourself.

Rachel easily moves on from that to talk about her favorite music artist and update you on the latest gossip about her. You don't really remember the previous gossip so you do your best to pretend that you do. Then you talk to her about how she feels about the summer coming to an end soon and she tells you about how excited she is to return now that her and Wanda’s kids are friends. You feel good that she is finally excited about school again. When she was going into kindergarten she couldn't stop talking about how excited she was to start learning and making friends but on her first day a girl in her class spilled apple juice on the front of Rachel's pants and made a big deal about it to the rest of the class. You only thought kids were cruel like that in the movies and hoped that the rest of the class would move on from it and become her friend anyway. But they didn't and each year until the third grade, she was embarrassed in a new way. You and Jean talked with many teachers and administrators and parents, advocating for your sweet daughter but school didn't get much better for her. It got to the point that transferring her seemed like the only option and that's when you got the apartment in this area. To get her into a different school. She had a better start by being introduced as the new girl. After her first day there she wore the biggest smile as she raved about all of the friends she was making. Which up until this summer was only two friends since she was a little more on the shy side.

You just hope that things continue to go well for her. You're also thinking of ways to thank Wanda and her boys for being so kind to Rachel. After the dishes are in the dishwasher, you and Rachel plop yourselves on the couch and you watch whatever show she is fixated on binge watching at the moment. It's entertaining in some moments but others you're just thinking about what you're going to tell Daisy.

You still aren't sure if she fits here with you and Rachel. But then again, you'll never know if you don't try to see it through. The show catches your attention as the girl in the show delivers a sappy monologue about reasons why she loves one character over the other and as you listen closely, the person that you picture is Daisy and you start to wonder if stronger feelings for her have snuck up on you. They're not as intense as feelings you've had for other people but they are there and they have a certain strength to them. You choose not to back down on your earlier decision and text your sister to see if she can stop by to watch Rachel for a few hours. You wanted to get this over with as soon as possible because any more thought and you'll go back to being single and heading nowhere in the love department.

That's not what you wanted. You want to be with Daisy. You might not be head over heels in love with her but you feel some sort of love towards her and that's enough for you. Hopefully, you can make it enough for her as well. Kate takes a bit of time to reply and there's a few messages back and forth with negotiations. It takes ordering pizza with soda and allowing her friend to come with, in order for her to accept babysitting Rachel.

“Hey munchkin, I'm going to go check on my friend for a bit but auntie Kate and her friend Yelena are going to be here and you guys are going to get pizza. Is that okay with you?” You ask as you hand her the snack that you grabbed for her.

“Pizza and auntie Kate?” She asks excitedly. You confirm and she begins to smile. “Are you going on another date with Ms. Wanda?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, thrown off by the absurd question. “Ms. Wanda and I are only friends, sweetheart. You know that. And it's not a date, but I will look a little more dressed up. I'll be back before you go to bed this time too.”

“Okay but if you and Ms. Wanda like-like each other, I will be very okay with it. Just thought you should know,” she says as she finishes her snack. You shake your head and mess up her hair as you call her funny. You have no idea how serious she is.

Kate and her friend arrive after you've showered and dressed as nice as you know how to with the limited options in your closet. You have no clue what you're supposed to wear when you're about to ask someone to be your girlfriend. It's been a long time since you've had to ask that question. The last time that you did, you and Jean had snuck into her neighbors pool in the middle of the night to skinny dip together. Which isn't something you want to repeat as an adult.

You thank Kate again and she tries to pry details from you and you shrug. “Sorry, it wasn't in your list of demands. Better luck next time,” you smile.

“Shoot, you're getting better at this,” she says with her arms crossed over her chest. “Get out of here, you're no fun.” You laugh as you say your goodbyes while you exit.

On the way to Daisy's apartment, you stop by a florist and pick out a bouquet of mostly daisy's. Once you arrive, you rehearse every step to her door exactly what you want to say to her. That you do love her and that you don't want to see anyone but her. That you aren't much of a planner but you want to start talking about a future with her. That you hope she can be introduced to Rachel as your girlfriend when the time is right.

As prepared as you think you'll ever be, you knock on the door and wait a few seconds for an answer. The door swings open and instead of Daisy, it's her roommate Jemma who does not look happy to see you. “What did you do to her? She has been a wreck all day!”

“What?” You ask with concern. “I didn't do anything, I promise. In fact, I came here to ask her a very important question.”

Jemma crosses her arms over her chest and raises a challenging brow as she looks you up and down. “Uh huh, and how do I know you're not here just to hurt her even more?”

“You'll just have to take a leap of faith,” you say softly, there wasn't a lot of time to convince Daisy's friend to believe you. Luckily, she doesn't resist letting you inside much longer. You go to Daisy's room and you can hear the movie that she is watching just outside. It's one of Rachel's favorites because it's one of Jean’s. It's not a kids movie but it was something that Jean wanted to share with her daughter. It's a funny and crude movie that would not survive social media. But it was a guilty pleasure movie and you didn't know that Daisy knew about it.

You knock lightly on the closed door. “Jemma, I told you. I don't need comfort. It's my fault things went bad with Y/n. I shouldn't have gone there in the first place!”

You turn the knob and walk through. “I'm glad that you did.” Daisy looks at you with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes, shocked to see you here in her room. “It made me realize that I do want more with you.” Holding out the bouquet to her, you step further into the room. You shut the door behind you to give yourselves some privacy. “I know you said that you didn't want to hear these words today but I didn’t need time to think about how I feel about you. Because I know that I love you too.” You say as you lay the flowers at the end of the bed. “And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to ask you this. It just slipped my mind that this is part of the process but, will you be my girlfriend?” As you talk, you get down on both knees in front of the bed and you take her hand in both of yours.

Daisy is speechless as she nods and her entire face lights up as her smile shines brightly. She moves forward and brings you into a sweet kiss. You don’t let your thoughts ruin the moment for you. No thoughts about Wanda. No thoughts about what’s right and what’s wrong. Just her lips on yours and the way she tastes.

She tries to deepen the kiss but you quickly remember that you can’t stay long because you promised your sister that you wouldn’t. Kate and Yelena have plans that you cannot disrupt otherwise she will quote, “have Rachel so sugared up, you won’t get sleep for a week.” Now can she make your child sleepless and hyper for an entire week? No, but you don’t want to risk her trying.

“Hold on,” you pull back. “I can’t stay,” Daisy tries to pull you closer but you continue to resist her advances. “I’m serious,” you say lightly. “I had to make a couple of deals with the devil in order to get here.” She gives you a funny look, “My sister. She’s with Rachel right now and as much as she loves her niece, she isn’t obligated to give up her evenings to take care of her. As she so graciously reminded me.” You give her frown a quick kiss.

“I hate that you have to go, but thank you for not making me suffer for a week before asking me to be your girlfriend.” She giggles in delight, “That’s so funny to say. I’m your girlfriend! I can’t believe it!”

“I like the sound of that,” you grin then you lean in to kiss her again.

Daisy leans away, “Not so fast. You kiss me one more time and I’m not letting you leave.” You laugh as you try to chase her cheek to give her a kiss there at least. The room is filled with laughter and you leave her laughing instead of crying.

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On Wednesday night, Wanda is feeling a bit lonely. Her messages to Natasha aren’t going through so she’s accepted that the woman most likely blocked her. Then she thinks about inviting you over but she knows that after a hard day of work, the only thing you want to do is spend time with your daughter. She doesn’t ask because she knows that you won’t say no to her when she clearly needs a no. So, she lands on asking Agatha who has a similar custody agreement that she is almost certain she will also enjoy some company. When she sends the message, she decides to send it to the group chat she has with Carol in there as well, just to see if she would like to join.

The two arrive in a timely manner. Each with a bottle of wine so that they can get wine drunk and not make as many poor decisions as they would if they were any other kind of drunk. Wanda is grateful for the company as they all sit together on the sofa in the living room, a half full glass in hand for each of them while they look for something to have on in the background as the group of women catch up. It had been a few weeks since they last hung out. The group usually communicates through text since they live such different lives, but every now and then the stars align and they are able to make time for nights like this.

Carol starts with an update about her and her now fiancé, Val. Which, they have been keeping to themselves until now because the couple didn’t want anyone to rain on their parade. They are very happy with the decision. Plus with Val’s political career, they aren’t sure when they will get married. They’re not even sure if her sexuality will be revealed to the public only because they aren’t sure what that information will do to her campaign. “I’ve accepted that no matter what happens, I’m willing to support her decision. This is her dream and I will be there to support her no matter what. I really love her.” Carol says as she pours a bit more wine in her glass.

Wanda and Agatha congratulate their friend on her engagement and move the topic on to what kind of takeaway they are going to have delivered so that none of them have to drive or cook. When that is settled, Agatha starts to go on and on about how much fun she’s been having on a dating app. “Really? You’ve gotten good dates from that?” Wanda asks skeptically as Agatha swipes pictures on her phone.

Agatha laughs, “Oh honey, this isn’t for dating. It’s just for hookups. At least this app is. I’m not ready to be in another draining relationship.” Agatha was a little bit older than the two girls she is spending her night with. She had fertility issues and didn’t have her son until she was thirty eight. Which was well into a failing marriage. Wanda and Agatha didn’t meet until they were paired up at the kids' school to participate in a fundraiser. They were in trouble for being inactive parents of the school's community so they had to work the raffle ticket booth together. With the lack of parents making donations and buying tickets they had a lot of time to get to know each other. They became fast friends, hosting each other's families for dinners, carpooling when emergencies came up, babysitting to allow either couple date nights. Simple life stuff like that. Wanda introduced Carol and Agatha when Carol came into town and demanded to spend time with Wanda despite Vision’s protests and guilt trips.

Wanda and Agatha went through their divorces around the same time and it helped to have each other to lean on. Now it seems that they are experiencing the modern dating scene together. “Oh, you’re on one of those apps. You have to be careful, I hear that there are married people on those things.”

“Oh I know,” Agatha shares a look with Carol. “Should I show her?”

Carol shakes her head, “We’re not drunk enough yet.”

“What do you mean?” Wanda whips her head back and forth as she is sitting in the middle of her friends. “What can’t you show me?”

Agatha and Carol are silent with smirks as they both take a sip of their wine and although it doesn’t affect them, they decide that it’s enough to show Wanda. “Here,” Agatha says as she opens her phone and finds her screenshots folder. She hands the device to Wanda. “But seriously, don’t talk about it with him. Things are charged enough between the two of you.”

Wanda looks at the phone and nearly drops her glass as she sees a profile of Vision. “Wow, ‘69Machine - because that’s my favorite position’? Oh he is so gross!” She laughs as she shakes her head and takes a long drink from her glass. “That is horrible! Where does he find the time with four kids!” Agatha and Carol laugh and share another look because they’ve been curious about whether or not that statement is true and the only person they can get that information from is Wanda. She almost chokes when they ask and luckily the doorbell rings giving her an escape and allowing her a distraction as she brings the food to them.

Wanda is successful in avoiding the subject as they start to dig into their meals and a plotline on the show they had on piques their interest. The three women quickly become engrossed in the show as they eat and even well after their food is finished they don’t peel their eyes off of the screen until the tv asks if they are still watching right at the big cliffhanger. They are loud as they scramble to find the remote. They are screaming at each other as they are all being stubborn about standing up until Carol and Agatha realize that the only one of them that has stood up is Wanda so they playfully bully her to get up and that’s when Carol finds the remote under her friends butt and she slaps Wanda’s butt cheek with the back of the remote before hitting play.

The reveal on the episode disappoints them and they start talking to each other again. This time about the rumors that they have heard or read about surrounding the actors on the show. Then they each get on their phones to start fact checking and learning more about the actors. This goes on for about an hour before they get bored of it and two bottles of wine are finished. Agatha is the next person to stand announcing that she needs a bathroom break. Wanda follows and Carol gets up to get another drink.

Another two bottles later, Wanda confesses to the two that she had a fling with a woman but doesn’t give more details than that. Agatha and Carol are a little surprised because they didn’t know about her fluid sexuality. But they didn’t make the whole thing about that. Instead, they focus on why Wanda is talking about it now.

“I don’t know,” Wanda shakes her head and tops her glass off with the rest of the bottle. “I don’t know. I just, I liked having sex with no strings attached. I didn’t know that I liked having sex that much until well, she was very good at what she did.” She shares a laugh with her friends. “Okay, but seriously. I don’t want something serious with someone. I just want to get…” she starts to snicker to herself and her friends know where it’s going.

All three in almost perfect unison, almost meaning not at all but they think it is perfect, “Let’s get physical! Physical!”

“Oh, we need music!” Carol hops up and goes to set up her phone to the sound system in the house.

“Let me see your phone,” Agatha says to Wanda and the woman hands her the device without much question and any protest.

“Don’t play it too loud, Carol! I don’t need noise complaints!” Wanda shouts as she watches Agatha download and app onto her phone. “Okay, what are you doing?” She asks as Agatha starts going through her camera roll, picking out the most flattering pictures of Wanda.

“I’m signing you up on a dating app,” Agatha says as she starts to fill out the profile. Wanda tries to grab the phone to stop her but Agatha moves away from her. “Don’t worry, it’s not one that Vision will see you on. I have a profile on this one too.” Wanda tries to stop her again but Carol asks what she missed in as she rejoins her friends after turning on her playlist.

“Oh my goodness! Yes! And we should see how many matches you get. You’re a catch Wands, this app will prove it,” Carol says as she sits next to Agatha to help her with the profile.

“Fine! But I’m deleting it in the morning,” Wanda says as she rises. She grabs a trash bag from the kitchen and brings it to the living room to start cleaning up. She never likes to leave a mess. Especially after the last few years when she was nothing but a mess.

“Yeah, yeah,” Carol waves her friend off. “Oh I’m as gay as they come but damn he is cute!” Carol gushes as she starts swiping on the profiles.

“Hey, this was my idea! I should get to swipe too!” Agatha whines like a child as she takes the phone back to start swiping. Carol is about to fight for the phone back when her eyes widen. Agatha starts laughing as she sees what her friend sees. “Screenshot it! You have too!”

“What?” Wanda asks as she drops the bag to see what the big deal is. “Oh, wow.” The friends gather around the phone to look at the profile and before Wanda can dislike the profile, Carol swipes right. “Carol! No!” Carol runs away and Wanda chases her around the house with one of her throw pillows. Meanwhile, her phone goes off in Agatha’s hands with many match notifications.

The next morning, Wanda takes care of her and her friends' hangovers early in the morning before they have to start their days. Wanda checks her phone once her friends have left her house and she smiles as she sees a message from you that says, “Thank you for reminding me that I had an account on here. I forgot I was also paying a subscription for it. That explains the missing ten a month. I’ll delete it once you let me know that you got this message.” Wanda bites her lip as she thinks about why you messaged her from the dating app and not through text. But she can’t help the warm feeling she gets when she sees the “It’s a match!” banner at the top of the screen.

“What are friends for?” She types back after she takes a screenshot. Just to keep for herself.

She gets ready to delete the app herself until she notices all of the options that she has available to her. She decides that maybe she should keep the app a little bit longer as she walks up to her home office, sipping her coffee and scrolling through the messages.

Chapter 11

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eisa-core · 5 months

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I would like to request going seventeen ( insomnia-zero II #1) episode 29

[GOING SEVENTEEN] EP.29 불면제로 II (Insomnia-Zero)

🌟 Insomnia-Zero returns 🌟 in all it's meme-making glory!

With their cringy pasts being unearthed right there, who will maintain their cool and succeed in clocking out of work?!

«Okay! insomnia-zero season 2. Hoshi's insomnia-zero!»

Hoshi immediately began speaking energetically as soon as the staff started recording his show, Insomnia-zero: trying to keep calm, your heartbeat relatively low, while others disturb you by exposing your 'secrets' or by being, as usual, silly.

«It took longer than we expected to start the 2nd season» - Woozi continued along with Hoshi.

«That's right. But there's a reason for this: in fact, for season 2, the rules have been upgraded» - Hoshi continued presenting the new rules in the same initial tone. For Daisy this was new, in the first season of 2020, she had not been able to participate along with Seungcheol, but she had caught up with the episode and she was afraid she would not be able to go home that day.

«Let's start» - Hoshi finished introducing the new rules to the viewers, cubics and carats, and with a cut to the scene, the staff had started to place the bed and pillow, putting the heart rate meter on each person.

«Daisy, you weren't there the first time. How about we get started with you?» - Dokyeom pushed her into the middle but fortunately he didn't want to make her the first victim of the game, rather, the first to expose the secrets of... Mingyu.

Mingyu already embarrassed and aware of what was in store for him got under the covers, knowing that Daisy was not as much of an angel as she might have appeared.

«Oh you know, during Insomnia-Zero 1... I wasn't there. But I wanted to talk about what happened at a concert back in the days.» - Daisy sat back comfortably including the others to humour her with what she was going to say, it seemed like it wasn't something "new" at all.

«Oh that's legendary!» - Seungkwan added. «It was a concert abroad! He used to lift up his shirt to show off his abs!» - Daisy continued making everyone laugh, including the lighting technician who was playing behind them... yes new rules.

«And now that we can't do concerts, the only way we can meet our fans is during fansigns» - Daisy continued enthusiastically, Seungkwan next to her loved being able to add details about it.

«There's a very short span of time where we're outside and bodyguards with us leading the way» - «Exactly! And Mingyu in those five seconds-» - Daisy paused as just imagining the scene she wanted to describe was amusing. «He's stretching his biceps» - She concluded and then threw her back to the floor, shuffling her feet in embarrassment for her friend, who was squinting his eyes trying not to wake up.

Perhaps it was better for him, or he would have witnessed Seungkwan's super spot-on imitation. «Mingyu likes to show off» - Dokyeom added continuing with the muscle imitation. «야! people will think i'm a pervert!» - Mingyu could finally stand up and 'defend' himself, pointing a finger at Daisy who was flicking tongues at him.

«Go you now our dear princess» - Mingyu was looking forward to nothing more than being able to take revenge, but what could be expected from the only two aries in the group?

Daisy wanted to disappear now, her heart pounding just at the idea of having to participate in the game.

«It's time to reveal something that all of us have kept from you, even Jun and Minghao» - Jeonghan took the initiative, also naming the two members who were absent that day, and who he knew very well are the two members who never hide anything from little Hyejin.

«Carats, as you well know our dear Daisy is very obsessed with coffee» - Seungkwan continued. «Well coming from you...» - He was immediately interrupted by Woozi who, with this comment, made him roll his eyes. «It's her turn, not mine!» - He sulkily defended himself, Daisy giggled under her breath hearing the chaos they were already creating.

«Anyway, I was saying, she's obsessed with coffee, so for her birthday we had given her a coffee machine, she loved it, she used it every day» - Daisy feeling the memory of her beloved gift had brought her hands to her breast. «It's time to reveal why the coffee machine broke. I know, you think it was an internal fault but it wasn't...» - Daisy hearing these sentences opened her mouth wide, already not caring about how she was supposed to keep calm.

«It was Moon Junhui... he started clicking a thousand buttons until smoke came out and it stopped working» - The name of the culprit had been said under the laughter of the others, who watched poor Daisy inwardly weeping at the loss of her precious object. At the moment of the wake-up call she considered her 'sleeping' time to be over, she jumped up and walked straight towards the main camera. «Moon Junhui! Count your days!» - She put her hands to her hair shocked. «Are you watching this Jun? Stay in China! Don't come back here!» - She was obviously offended, but in a joking way.

«It is time to announce who can go home» - The pd-nim after all the members had gone through the "terrible sleep" waited to hear their names called. And so it was for all but Woozi, Mingyu and Daisy. Woozi had failed after there was a talk of his pride and a made-up story about (not pink boxers) but his Hercules-like muscles.

[After some no-holds-barred talk 'in front' of their backs, ASMR! Insomnia-Zero II, now with breathing techniques! Who will be the last member to stay awake?]

«Okay so with our ambiguous Mingyu, our Woozi who denies being a winner and our Daisy who lost her favourite svt member along with her coffee machine, let's begin the last round.» - Woozi huffed as he got used to these last sentences from Hoshi, it was the second time he had failed to come home in the four rounds. And that was what he hated the most. Daisy also, she never could stand asmr, especially she couldn't conceive how this could help her fall asleep, it only annoyed her.

[Hoshi's Mukbang; Hoshi's debut show starts] [Ramen Asmr]

«Oh Gosh.. Oh God.. this look so» - Woozi started to say and was interrupted by Mingyu and Daisy simultaneously «Good» - «Disgusting».

Hoshi continued to deliciously eat his pot of hot noodles, also chewing some kimchi and leaving very ambiguous comments such as "Mmm" "Aaah" every bite.

«Okay this is going too far» - Daisy could no longer continue, it was like torture. She stood cross-legged taking off her headphones. «Oh! Daisy's up! Let's interrupt the timer and calculate the results.» - Hoshi carried on with the last scene of the episode, which could give either obvious or shocking results. No one really understood what was the best method to keep a calm pace.

«In the meantime, tell us how you feel. Mingyu?» - «I feel ambiguous, I feel weird, but I'm confident i'm sure I will win» - He said giving Daisy, the one who led him to lose the previous rounds, a bad tongue. «Woozi?» - «I'm confident I will lose» - He replied bluntly and now abandoned to the fortunes of his fate with this type of Going Seventeen. «Daisy?» - «I'm hopeful that Woozi will lose too» - He answered the question with a wink at Woozi, in reality he knew full well that he was in danger of staying here until the end of the shoot.

«The results are in and...» - Hoshi had the paper given by the staff in his hand, laughing as soon as he read the name written on it. «Mingyu and Daisy you can go home!» - The two nominees held their hands clasped in prayer but upon hearing their names spoken and the word home immediately after made them get up and jump all over the room, as if until a few minutes before they hadn't been bickering at each other.

[2 Awards] [Insomnia-Zero is defined for WOOZI]

«Why is it always me?» - The producer thought aloud as Hoshi joined the group hug between Mingyu and Daisy. «Catch you tomorrow in the studio Woozi! Sleep well!» - Daisy added as a final comment full of glee, hurriedly taking off her microphone. «Guess who won't be singing on the next title track!»

ー☆ ͏

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going seventeen

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carlgrimesloverr · 11 months

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sk8ergirl

aaron hotchner x fem!super star!reader

summary : when aaron and haley were young, they were on and off. during one off the ‘offs’ aaron met her. 10 years later, she’s famous, and he’s stuck unhappy in a marriage that was more out of convenience then love.

takes place during : season 1

warnings : some of the songs / bands i bring up don’t exactly… exist in 2005, but i love them, i love hotch, and i love angst so it’s ok.

word count : 931

“spence please come with me to this concert” jj pleaded with the brunette, who just shrugged.

“i’ve never heard of the artist- plus gideon and i are going to have a chess match soon. just invite elle, i’m sure she will go with you.” he responded, eyes not leaving the chess board in front of him.

“elle’s busy this weekend, so is morgan! i don’t want to have to ask hotch, not while haley is pregnant!” the blonde whined.

“ask hotch what?” aaron asked, appearing in the bullpen out from his office, staring down at jj with the same expression as always.

“oh! sir- hi, uh, i just have tickets to a concert this weekend but no one to go with..”

“what artist? it may be one haley likes if you’d like to go with her.”

“(y/n)! she’s actually from the same area you are maybe you kn-“

hotch froze. ignoring everything else jj said he quickly left to go to his office.

it didn’t take a fool to put the pieces together, and the question rang out in his head. were you a musician now? you followed your dreams after moving away.. you really did it.

he wanted to know more, he needed to know more. but he couldn’t call in penelope to learn more, if he asked penelope then he ran the risk of the team knowing.

despite jj’s mockery, hotch did know how to work a computer, and how to search up things online. as hotch researched you now, he realised you had an album named after him. well, maybe not him exactly, but ‘AHH.’ seemed a bit too close to the “aaron ‘hotch’ hotchner” you used to date.

scrolling through the list of 20 songs, he noticed it was a breakup album, full of hate and feelings of betrayal.

looking at the first song, hotch was shocked. “‘circles ft. pierce the veil’?” he asked out loud. pierce was a big band, he knew that much. he had heard jj talking of them to derek before. the lyrics felt more like a love song, yet hotch could read into the tone, how you always reffered to you and him as ‘running’, trying to escape something. escape haley.

the next track, ‘girlfriend ft. avril lavigne’. hotch didn’t even have to look at the lyrics to know what it was about- it was a diss to haley. once again, you were angry. you had every right to be angry, though hotch couldn’t even begin to understand why you blamed haley. hotch was the one who left you, haley never forced him. he was the bad guy, not haley.

as he kept reading the tracks, he realised more and more how he had hurt you. songs featuring eminem, paramore, my chemical romance, weezer, alanis morissette, the used, the offspring, and fall out boy. alanis morissette. you used to rave about her album ‘jagged little pill’ to him when you were laying in his bed, bodies as close as could be.

the main track, ‘sk8ergirl’, was what really did it for him. what story were you telling? you were happy with someone else? or was it from the point of view of 17 year old you? a boy and a girl, extremely obvious about how they were in love but never ended up together. the boy was a bitch, basically. and so the girl went on and fell in love with a rockstar. were you calling aaron a bitch, and boosting your own ego like that? or was it a swapped gender roles, to make it less obvious? aaron couldn’t tell.

no matter what the song was written about, aaron had hurt you. and you took it out in the only way you knew how; music. aaron joined theatre to gain haleys attention, you wrote songs about him to let off some steam; maybe even gain his attention. but no matter how much steam you let off, aaron was still with haley, and you were still alone, with that red and black fender squire stratocaster you had so proudly shown hotch when you were seniors, the one you put together yourself. the red grain pickguard was your favourite feature of the whole guitar, hotch remembering so clearly how you ranted on and on.

‘no no- most strats are one basic colour for this area here, the pickguard. this is a grain! it has a cool pattern!’ you had told him, smiling widely as you pointed out the features on your guitar. ‘i want to get a bass that’s the exact opposite! red grain body, black pickguard. wouldn’t that be so cool? you should learn bass, then we could play together! i’m writing up this song right now, think i’m gonna call it “i’m with you”, the bass part is pretty simple!’

‘i’m with you’. fourth track. a love song. you had kept it in the album? you had published a song so clearly written about aaron? he could still remember you softly humming the melody, still not fully having worked out the lyrics. it was about being alone - something like standing on a bridge, no one looking for you - when someone comes to your rescue and saves you from that darkness.

“you still released it, even though you’re alone.” hotch hummed to himself, continuing to search you up.

single.

never married.

no kids.

doesn’t party much.

still went out skating constantly.

said in an interview you were ‘still caught in the whirlwind romance of high school’.

caught in the ‘betrayal of it all’.

you really were the sk8ergirl, weren’t you?

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multifandomenjoyerr · 11 months

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Hi hi! Love your writing! Can I request headcanons of cg hobie brown? I think he'd be so fun! There needs to be more spidervere agere

‹ 🎸 › Hobie Brown As a Caregiver

🎀 : As much as I don't like to post after I already posted recently, I couldn't pass a hobie headcanon. Thank you for asking anon! Hope you enjoy :] ✨

🎸 : unlike Miles and Pravitr he's completely a rebellious caregiver. Bedtimes? Nah, rules? Not unless you really need them, and he encourages you to get in a little of his shenanigans here and there

🎸 : he often gets his ear torn off by the others about how he takes care of you

🧸 : he has a hard time directly comforting when you need it. He's not around it alot and since you're in a vulnerable state he has to find his own ways to help you

🧸 : even if it's just a pat on the shoulder or telling you you're fine

☕ : He's not the one to use petnames. At first he didn't use them at all or kept forgetting, but slowly began calling you them now and again

☕ : punk/bugger/kid/rebellion/little dude is his usual petnames for you

☕ : he's not that affectionate either, though that doesn't mean he doesn't like a good cuddle or hug sometimes. In fact he finds it comforting, but he won't admit it

🎸 : out of all the spider people, he is the most active when it came taking you places and getting you out of the house. Pravitr loves Taking you places like parks, sure. But what about carnivals, pools, hiking and concerts? Hobie is your guy for that stuff

🎸 : "Hey, little dude, how about instead of sleeping we skip to go to a concert? I heard they're selling cotton candy!~"

☕ : he might've snuck you out of the house several times during his times of taking care of you— even if he gets an earful from Miguel or Gwen the most at the end

🎸 : if he upsets you in any way, he'd just write letters to you and give them to you full of apologies. Usually containing: horrible drawings (don't worry he tried his best), him writing sentences on sentences of him being sorry, and just sappy things

🎸 : he apologizes like you're about to bite him for it

☕ : "They asked for no pickles.."

🎸 : he'll never admit it, but he can get jealous whenever you're being babysat with someone else that isn't him. like.. so jealous he'd tear up

🎸 : don't worry though, a simple hug or you just being yourself around him makes him feel instantly better

☕ : "back off, man, they're just a kid."

🎸 : not overprotective but protective enough to tell others to back off if you're overwhelmed. If Miguel expects you to do a heavy job Hobie will do it instead instantly.. maybe scold Miguel a bit in the process

🧸 : If you happen to fall asleep that isn't in your bed, he'd carry you "bridal pose" or pick you up by your armpits and make sure you're covered up and comfortable in your room. Don't worry he'll let you have your sleep. Afterall a little one like you needs it

‹ 🎸 › Mini fic of CG!Hobie — "You're too little for that"

🧸 : for all little ages! This is just hobie babying you

hobie studied you from across the room, seeing you quietly make cupcakes for the others. No special occasion but you thought it would be nice thing to do Afterall. Lately you've been secretly Regressing, feeling bad for it you kept it to yourself. Hobie started to catch on but you'd quickly denied it or do something that made him forget about your behavior change. It worked for a few days but hobie knew you a bit too well. He's been your caregiver for about two months so there wasn't going around it. Not now or anytime soon. Before you know it you slipped completely. you try to grasp the little parts you have left to stay big, but it was too late. Hobie raised an eyebrow, catching on what happened. Even though in your regressed state, you continue to make the cupcakes. You weren't even half done.. and this was harder than it looked. You grabbed the ingredients and put it inside the blender, about to turn it on before a soft hand cupped yours, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up to see Hobie, who had a curious look on his face. It was almost unreadable but you can tell he was more confused than anything.. maybe just his neutral expression? He just tilted his head at you before he let out a soft chuckle. "Hey, hey how.. c'mon, kid.. you aren't getting past me with that 'oh I'm a big kid' bullcrap.. you're too little to bake by yourself. Here, let me help you..”

🎀 : SUGGESTIONS ALWAYS OPEN FOR ANY FANDOM! +mini fics like this are now open! So suggest that if you'd like ✨

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thescrumptiousstuffs · 9 months

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Only Friends, Episode 5 - The Extra Hour

In which we get Sand’s backstory (and proving once and for all he is the best boy ever, even P’Jojo said so!) before petty Boston ruins everything (again 😩)

Sand and Ray

Gosh…these 2 are everything this episode. We start with a montage of how mundane and boring Sand life is - study, working his multiple jobs, exercising, counting his finance and repeat…until Ray comes beaming into his life, and really give some much needed sunshine (heh, see what I did there?) to Sand’s life - and as per Sand, “his 25th hour.”

I love the domestic scenes we get - from Ray pretty much moving in with Sand (I suspect some time has passed by from the previous episode), to their domestic horny stuffs, to Sand catering Ray’s every whim. But as much as Sand spoils Ray, Ray actually does the same - he could have chosen not to go on the bike with Sand (after whining how hot and dusty it will be), he could have chosen not to model and indulge Sand’s desire for him to wear Sand’s style of clothes (after again whining halfheartedly it’s not his style).

I believe Ray is gradually but surely moving on from his unrequited love for Mew. He likes getting to know Sand - from all the above, to following Sand to the makeshift concert (and the song choice!! It’s from one of P’Jojo’s list for Sand’s Spotify!). And the fact that everytime Sand is with him, they are in their own world (I mean, poor Summer - she never stood a chance with Ray 😂…are we sure Ray is a playboy? So far, all I’m getting is him being hyper focus on one person when he likes someone - previously Mew, now Sand).

I also love the serious conversations these 2 have surrounding their births and their respective relationships with their parents - it makes such a good foundation for their blossoming friendship (and hopefully relationship). Gosh, the parallel of both being born from unexpected pregnancies - but Sand’s mom (and her gaggle of go-go women, I LOVE THEM) deciding to embrace him and raise him right (just look at how independent and self-reliance he is! P’Jojo tweeted how Sand is someone you want as a boyfriend in University, and I agree wholeheartedly) while Ray’s mom unfortunately fall into post-partum depression and spiralled into alcoholism (and the way Sand’s hand shook when he poured the alcohol drink for Ray, before the camera zoom to Sand looking at Ray to the bottle while Ray looked somehow bitter and sad - yes, FK again showing their supremacy in acting 👌)

But urgh, their blossoming relationship is now in tatters because of Boston being bitter and petty. I think Boston being informed by Mew that the latter is giving up his virginity to Top put him at edge. (And him yet again using Nick to forget about the fact, hence the reason he asked Nick whether he could stay the night at Nick’s place, when it’s usually the opposite)

And so to see Ray moving on, being happy with Sand - it snapped him. Boston is the type of person who can’t stand not winning, and I also think he has the mentality of “if I’m not happy, nobody can.” 😫

I still do not believe Ray and Mew slept together, so whatever Boston is spouting “are you two timing him?”, what does that even mean? Also, Mew called to say he was giving his virginity to Top…and even if they did slept together, it was TWO years ago. And now Ray knows Boston took pictures of RayMew kissing each other…gawd, Boston just sounded delusional during that whole scene.

In whatever case, the damage is done. And we see Sand guarding his heart again, despite Ray genuinely trying (for the first time) communicating by stating “If there is something you want to know, ask me, I’ll answer them.” Unfortunately, Sand is weary and it didn’t help Ray kept saying they were just friends each time someone asked what their relationship are (cause you know, Ray is a disaster muffin who won’t know he is in a relationship eventhough he basically did couply things with Sand). Urghhh…my heart just breaks for them 😭😩😫…and to end the episode with Sand shedding a tear and feeling alone (despite Ray lying next to him)…I don’t think I can forgive Boston for breaking their newfound happiness.

Nick and Boston

Which brings me to the toxic relationship of these 2. We see Nick trying to become more like Top. He exercising regularly to shape up and dress more smartly to capture Boston’s interest. But urgh…Boston as usual, plays it enough to make Nick happy (and the poor boy, Boston paying attention to the changes and commenting it, Nick thinks these are all positive things).

We also see Boston stating to Nick he wants to stop sleeping around (really?? When hell freezes over) because one of his conquest took video/photos of them together and Boston having to threaten said conquest to delete the incriminating footage (if that is not foreshadowing of what may happen to Boston in the future, I’m not sure what is. Also, Nick still has the recording of TopBoston….)

But what truly devastated me was when Boston spewing all the nonsense to SandRay that led to the massive fight between Ray and Boston; Ray warned Nick about Boston’s callous and selfish nature, and Nick just resignedly acknowledged it, fully aware he is too in love with Boston, and can’t seem to find a way out of it.

I’m sorry, but I can’t see any redeemable qualities in Boston 😭😭😭 (I love you, Neo and your acting in this series, 👌 - but urgh, Boston makes my blood boils)

Top and Mew

I can’t pinpoint it exactly but there is something not quite right with their relationship. On one hand, Top is sweet and attentive to Mew (I can see why Mew fell in love with Top). But twice now in this episode, 2 strange men stared (and smiled almost creepily at Top - with both time Mew clocking it? But not really addressing it). And Top genuinely doesn’t seem to be aware of the staring itself (or are we meant to think it’s all in Mew’s head? And it’s just Mew being insecure? 🧐🤨. I mean Mew did warn Top in the first episode he can become obsessive). I also do not believe one bit Top has given up on his drug habits plus his side eyeing Boston while shading both Boston and Ray in front of Mew (albeit subtly), is he slowly trying to manipulate Mew and isolate Mew from his group of friends?)

Nonetheless, Mew and Top did fall in love (or at least we are led to believe they are in love) and well, Top popped Mew’s cherry. What I cannot fathom is WHY Mew called Boston (of all people) to tell him the news. I can understand why he didn’t call Ray (so that he doesn’t rub on Ray’s unrequited love), but why not Cheum? Who from the get go rooted for TopMew. I’m not sure whether Mew has an ulterior motive or he genuinely thinks Boston will be happy for them as one of his bestie. Either way, Boston is NOT a happy camper (as we are aware) and took it out on SandRay newly found happiness.

Ray, Mew, Namchuem, Boston

Now more than ever, we are seeing cracks in their friendship. Ray and Boston don’t seem to get along without Namchuem and Mew. Ray and Mew (for obvious reasons) are probably talking the bare minimum with each other (and the fact that Top clocked on Mew and Namchuen basically doing the bulk of their hostel project tells you something). I feel the most sorry for Namchuen who has to deal with 3 sorry excuses of boys (cause let’s be honest, all 3 are disastrous in different ways)

Anyway, as usual, each episode makes my head spin and this is just me trying to figure out what’s happening. The preview from episode 6 seems wild with Mew’s birthday and Mew punching Ray? Oh dear…it’s going to be more heartbreak 😩😫😣…but onward and forward, is it Saturday yet?

09/09/2023

#only friends the series #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #episode 5 #firstkhao #firstkhaotung #sandray #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #TopMew #Neo trai #mark pakin #bostonnick #I’m going to do a prayer circle ⭕️ that SandRay is going to survive this and we get them going to a musical festival somewhere #gmmtv series #thai bl #this is me again gathering my thoughts before next week episode

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animeficsworld · 6 months

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Proposal

Amai Mask x Reader

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You really felt special, being the girlfriend of the one and only Amai Mask was something you never even dreamed about.

But one unfortunate night turned your whole life around.

A disgusting-looking monster decided that today will be the day when they will kidnap you.

You ran with all you had, trying to find someone, anyone who will help you. But no one helped.

And then, the monster caught you, you screamed, begged for help.

And finally, a hero did arrive to rescue you. That hero was Amai, he easily killed the monster and helped you to your feet.

The moment you locked eyes with him, it was over for both of you. You never would have expected more than that. But once you thanked him, bowed and was about to leave, he didn't let go off your hand.

You were shocked, and so was he. He always thought he will never fall in love, he wasn't cut out for it, is what he thought. But you changed that.

He knew, with his career, it will be difficult to maintain a relationship.

But both of you managed to stay a secret.

Amai fell more and more in love with you. Your kind nature and beauty kept him going. You called him your hero, which always made him feel some kind of way.

And Amai just knew, he needed you in his life forever, so he had a plan to propose to you. But of course, you didn't know about that.

So when he told you about the date he planned in a very fancy restaurant, you didn't know what to wear or do. You hoped he wouldn't ask you to a fancy restaurant just to break up with you. During the past few months, he had been very distant with you. He had been of course busy, but not much busier than usual so you didn't understand why he was behaving weirdly. But you didn't ask about it. You knew he was a reserved person, and the last time he behaved like this was when he cut his hair and he thought you will get angry since you loved his long locks. So the worst you expected was a hair colour change.

You ended up with a gorgeous dress on, right by his side. You felt so proud, proud of Amai and all his achievements. You heard his fans in front of the restaurant being sent away as the screamed for his attention.

"Is it okay that they see us together?" you asked as you sat down at your table.

"I'm done with hiding you, Y/N. From now on, I want the world to know."

"Well, I'm sure the world will know it very quickly since they all took at least one hundred pictures. "

You decided not to talk about his fans or any of that any longer. As a comfortable silence fell upon you two. You listened to the music that was playing in the background. You both ordered and enjoyed your food. You knew he wasn't much of a talker.

"So, how was your day?"

"Really good, thank you. I saw your concert yesterday on TV. You were really good."

"Thank you." you continued with small talk and soon dessert came around.

You laughed out a little.

"What?" he askes watching you carefully.

"To be honest I was nervous. I thought you might want to break up with me, but then my friends said you wouldn't bring me here for that. One even said I might get proposed to." you laughed as you looked at your slice of cake. "But that's so cheesy. You wouldn't put a ring in my champagne or cake, right?" you meant to make a joke, but when you looked up at him and saw his face, your smile fell. His whole face was red and he was frozen in place, staring at his plate.

"You-You...I'm so sorry. Did you r-really?" you started to dig through the cake and funny enough, you found what you didn't expect, a ring. A gorgeous ring with a huge diamond in it. You washed it off in your water and handed it to him. Your face is just as red as his, your heart beating out of your ribcage. "A-ask me." you said and placed the jewel in his palm.

"Will you marry me?" you half expected a nice little speech about your love, how you met and how he fell in love, but just those 4 words meant more than any speech would. Especially after looking into his eyes. His eyes told you all that was necessary.

"Yes." and he placed the ring to it's rightful place. Your mind barely registered what just happened. But you were extremely happy, you wanted to kiss him so bad, but you knew he didn't like to show affection in public places. So you were very surprised when he leaned over the table and gave you a quick peck on your lips.

Your evening went on as you got out of the restaurant, it was so late, you decided to take a short walk in the park. And lucky for you, no one was there. You were admiring your ring in the moonlight as you were walking hand by hand.

"You know Y/N, I never thought I will be able to fall in love. Everyone sees me as this image, as a celebrity instead of who really I am. Then you came around. You weren't freaking out like others when I saved you. You were so reserved and you made me interested. You complete me, you don't complain about my lifestyle and work. You support me and don't ask unnecessary questions. I truly love you, Y/N. Thank you for saying yes and becoming my fiancé."

There he was, your Amai, the one only you saw and knew about.

"I love you too, Amai."

You stopped right in your tracks and kissed him. He placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you back.

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tomorrowxtogether · 7 months

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BEOMGYU: “We’re a team, so I want to work together to make it happen”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Name Chapter: FREEFALL comeback interview

2023.10.27

Eight months earlier, BEOMGYU told us he didn’t want to lose to himself. Now he says he’s found a way to persevere.

You mentioned you were very happy and healthy throughout the second tour.

BEOMGYU: I didn’t get bogged down by the fear of what happened that one time. I was determined to overcome it. I did plenty of preparing physically and mentally in order to avoid a repeat of last time and handled everything well. I envied the other members of the group during the last tour and was sad that I couldn’t fully enjoy the concert experience due to my physical condition. I put all my worries aside this time and just focused on performing and I was a lot happier.

Have you mastered how to handle yourself in the face of extremes and how to overcome them?

BEOMGYU: Even though it was tough, things still worked out in the end, so I thought, Everything’s fine—it’s not like I’m going to die. (laughs) I kept experimenting by trying different things to check if I still felt my best after. I tried not eating before concerts, drinking energy drinks some days, taking arginine on other days. In the end, I found it’s always best to eat and having one multivitamin is enough to give me energy without putting a strain on my body. It’s like I found my own personal winning formula. (laughs)

Have the positive emotions you experienced during the tour carried over to have an effect on your everyday life? You mentioned in a previous interview that you felt like you had attained spiritual enlightenment. (laughs)

BEOMGYU: I mean, I’m happy. (laughs) Not a lot has changed, but while I felt like I was in a sort of state of nirvana back then, now I feel like I’m taking care of what I have to do every single day and accepting things for what they are—just going with the flow. These days I keep thinking, even if I don’t understand something, it’ll all turn out okay in the end if I just go with the flow. At the end of the day, I’ll just go home and get some sleep. All things shall pass. And then I feel fine. There’s no reason to get all worked up about things and let them get to me.

I guess that’s what you meant when you said that—“all things shall pass”—during the tour, which turned out to be like a catchphrase for you.

BEOMGYU: Exactly. But I was trying to make myself believe that before and pushing myself, whereas now it’s how I really feel.

It seems like you’re continuing to live the life of an artist as you overcome those things that you feel you just aren’t naturally compatible with.

BEOMGYU: I was absolutely born for the stage, though. No matter how nervous I get, I always have a phenomenal time once I get on up there. But what I found emotionally draining once we got on tour was that every place in the world has different views and I had to learn to adjust quickly to those. That was a difficult process. Not to mention I became a lot more introverted after we debuted, so I found it really hard communicating with all those people while promoting internationally. The pressure from that kept weighing on me while we were touring. But we did similar promotions recently and I went out of my way this time to go up to people more and reacted to things in over-the-top ways despite my terrible English. (laughs) But it was pretty good. I think I’ve learned some ways to overcome things.

Have you also changed the way you recover and distribute your energy now that you’ve been to so many different environments?

BEOMGYU: That part’s still the same. I get in, drink some barley tea (laughs) and fall asleep watching Netflix. I’m the type to pour 100% of my energy into everything I do. I try to be as energetic as possible whether I’m on a variety show or performing on stage, so my batteries are always going from 100, down to 0, back to 100, to 0, and on and on. (laughs)

And the stages you performed on keep changing, too. There's something new to grasp and adjust to every time, so you must have to be hyper focused.

BEOMGYU: Interestingly, if you perform 30 times, you’d think it would be easier by the 30th time. But if you keep doing the same thing over and over? Then you actually start to mix things up. I don’t know if it has something to do with complacency, but I make mistakes more frequently as time goes on. So the more you go on, the more you have to really focus on each performance. The idea is to never mess up the parts that have changed or I’ve messed up once before, ever again.

It’s amazing how you took the most impressive moves in “Back for More” and made them that much better by putting your own spin on them.

BEOMGYU: I think I mentioned before that, when I first hear a song and see the choreography demo, I can picture things, like how to convey certain parts, or maybe if it would look cool if I looked away like this. It can be a little hard to explain because it’s all in my head. I thought a lot about the part in the chorus after the second verse where we jump up and whip our hands in particular to figure out how to make it look cooler.

And were you satisfied with what you landed on?

BEOMGYU: Yes! But I always end up liking what I do. (laughs) I’m really proud of it. (laughs)

You said before that you watched your old dance videos to prepare for the tour and that you found a lot of parts that weren’t up to your standards. Do you feel you improved while learning the single “Chasing That Feeling”?

BEOMGYU: I used to be obsessed with putting the maximum amount of energy into my dance moves. Then I got some messages from friends after the year-end awards shows, saying, “You were too intense. You should tone it down a bit.” I thought the best thing for those big performances was to put more and more energy into them, but lately I’m trying to dance in a more balanced and elegant way. The choreography for the new single isn’t that intensive, so I picked it up really quickly, but I know I have to practice how to express myself in a greater variety of ways. I always feel like, if I perform something live once, it’s a lot different from when I’m practicing to get the hang of it. I think it all becomes clear after performing it.

You struggled a bit singing the last album’s single because of the pronunciation. Did you face any similar challenges this time around?

BEOMGYU: There’s a line in the verse—“cheonguk-eul deungjin nan”—and to make that eu sound in the syllable deung, you have to narrow the inside of your mouth. I tried singing it 10 times, and missed the mark 10 times. But then, I once again attained enlightenment. (laughs) Now when I sing it, my voice never cracks. I figured out how to shape my mouth to pronounce it correctly and persevered. I wasn’t originally supposed to be the one to sing that part, but as soon as I heard the song, I said, “I have to be the one to do this! Can I? Please, just trust me. Give me a chance. I’ll make it work.” And I got the part. So I studied the part carefully to make sure I could get it done no matter what.

Songs that align with your vibe, like “Deep Down” and “Skipping Stones,” really bring out what makes your voice so alluring.

BEOMGYU: I’m especially fond of “Skipping Stones,” and most of the other songs off the album are all in genres and styles I like, so it was really fun to record the vocals. Sometimes I’ve done things where I thought, This doesn’t really let me show off my vocals, but I think the new album let me sing in a way that’s closest to my natural voice.

Are there also songs you helped write the lyrics to that you find easier to get into since they’re in your style?

BEOMGYU: The songs I find the easiest to get into are those where the emotions are most realistic and I can be honest about my feelings. For example, thanks to my own personal experiences, I can take on topics like liking someone or dealing with difficult emotions and add my own personal touch to them. But songs that are like The Star Seekers are written to conform perfectly to a theme. Was that a really T thing to say? (laughs) To be honest, I feel like I’ve already said everything I have to say about seeking stars, going through hardship, and growing up on repeat. (laughs) But I really liked writing “Blue Spring” since it’s truly about us.

You also produced that song. How did that go?

BEOMGYU: I pictured people singing along to it right from the outset, so I purposely gave it simple chords when starting out. There’s three or so songs I made while just playing around on guitar at home. We spent hours poring over chords in the studio, too, but I ultimately chose the track I made at home. “Maze in the Mirror” and “Blue Spring” are both about how I felt before and after knowing MOA. As you know, we went through a lot of hardship, and now we’re out there singing for all of them. I remember how hard those chilly blue days were, but I also know how happy I am now, so the song really tugs at my heartstrings. I have to hold back my tears whenever we sing the line, “No one knows about that winter,” in concert.

You’ve seen MOA as your best friend for a long time now, but when I watch your most recent Weverse Lives, I get the feeling that you want to have an emotionally closer relationship with them based on how you keep your streams laid-back.

BEOMGYU: I think it’s better to be natural and keep it real when I do Lives by myself than to be TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s very own BEOMGYU. Sometimes I just, you know, put my phone down next to me with music playing like a radio or something, lie down, and start talking. All I want from my relationship with MOA is to have honest, human conversations—not artist-to-fan conversations, but casual, natural conversations.

It's a dead giveaway that you’re looking to have a genuine relationship with them when you let MOA listen in on your phone conversation with your mom in the middle of a Live. (laughs)

BEOMGYU: I want to show them how I really live. (laughs) I can show MOA the kind of chemistry I have with other people. I’m always quick to call my mom when the other members pull a “Tallulah” on me. I don’t like that my mom doesn’t take my side, but I know she’s just having fun. (laughs)

TAEHYUN once said you have a knack where “he can talk and everyone would not find him annoying.” It seems to me like you already know the others will still find you cute no matter what kind of annoying jokes you play.

BEOMGYU: I’m good at walking that tightrope. (laughs) I was born with it. (laughs) I’m always messing around with SOOBIN, too, but if I think he’s being serious, I back off right away. I can usually tell how someone’s feeling just by the look in their eyes, so I intuitively keep my balance while walking that tightrope. (laughs)

What are you like when you’re with your family? It seems like your dad really means a lot to you, seeing as, when you were asked if you could live as someone else for a day, who would it be, you answered, “my dad.”

BEOMGYU: I’m better behaved when I’m with my family, and I like chatting with my mom and dad. We can talk for hours when we talk about the things they want to know about me, things I want to know about them—that kind of stuff. Like I always say, if I ever become a dad, I want to be just like mine. He’s considerate, and he and my mom are still like a new couple. They’re so cool. I even told that to my dad recently and he said, “Thank you for being my son and for growing up into a wonderful young man.” We still say “I love you” to each other. Our family’s full of love. (laughs)

I remember you said that you kept looking for MOA and their dads watching your concerts together.

BEOMGYU: Most likely those dads were there because their daughters or sons like us and they tagged along. I thought it was really cool that they were right there with them having a good time. I spent a lot of time with my dad when I was younger, too. One time I woke up at three in the morning and went all the way out to Taebaek with him to watch motor racing, and we would play soccer or baseball together before school. It’s experiences like that that let me know how good those memories are going to be for MOA when they look back on them someday.

You’ve said the other members of the group are like a second family to you. It was especially touching when you were nervous before going on stage and you said, “When I’m with the other members, I’m not worried.”

BEOMGYU: I was actually three times as nervous for our performance at the MTV Video Music Awards than any other concert. My heart wasn’t going ba-bum, ba-bum—it was going babumbabumbabumbabum. But right before we got on stage, we put our hands all together and yelled, “Fighting!” And then we hugged each other. That really brought me comfort. The other members are the only ones I can lean on whenever I find myself in that kind of unfamiliar, difficult environment. When I see one of them having a hard time, I feel like I should put my own problems aside for a while and work harder for their sake. And I think that’s all possible because we’re a family.

Is that also why you decided to work together to reach the very top, like YEONJUN and TAEHYUN talked about on SUCHWITA?

BEOMGYU: I had a really hard time during and after our first world tour, and I was certain that, unless I’m healthy, there would be no point in making it to the top. I was firm about that. So if I’m being honest, I felt pressure because of YEONJUN and TAEHYUN’s vision. I’m the kind of person who strives for happiness in his everyday life, but they said they feel like making it to the top is what would make them feel happy. What could I do? We’re a team, after all. We work together for the sake of each other’s happiness. I thought it over and said, We’re a team, so I want to work together to make it happen. If that’s what everyone wants, I’ll work hard alongside you. Let’s put in the effort and make it to the top.

That makes me think of how you made a point to say you like movies to have a happy ending no matter what.

BEOMGYU: I don’t like when they’re left open-ended, and I can’t stand sad endings. I get completely absorbed in the plot of movies and all the emotions there when I watch them, so it feels like I am the main character. I root for that character with all I’ve got and hope they’re happy ever after.

And you see the happy ending you wished for in your future, don’t you?

BEOMGYU: It certainly feels like I’m moving towards it. (laughs)

#txt #tomorrow x together #231027 #weverse magazine #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #weverse #the name chapter: freefall

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kidstemplatte · 8 months

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one step more

summary: terzo catches his daughter sneaking out of the house.

it is stated that violetta has a mother (presumably reader). more notes at the end. i hope you enjoy <3

“One step at a time, Violetta.” The drunken teenage girl thought to herself, walking down the dark hallway to your section of the abbey. The hall had never felt this long before. Sure, she complained like a bitch every time she left something in the commons after just getting comfortable in bed, having to walk through the lengthy corridor in her pajamas to retrieve it, but it was never this bad. With every step she took, it seemed as if the corridor seemed to stretch just one step more.

She inched down the hall, her jet-black hair dirty and tangled, the makeup she spent hours perfecting beginning to melt away, her platform boots in hand. Those stupid fucking boots. So cute but so damn inconvenient. She almost bust her face open twice on the walk home, drunkenly stumbling on the sidewalk before taking them off. She knew it was stupid, sneaking out to go to concerts and parties instead of studying or spending time with her family. But recently, she hadn’t been feeling like herself. She couldn’t explain it, she just felt… off. And if taking a few too many shots and jumping around to the sound of ear-splitting screams with a bunch of strangers let her forget about it for a moment, she was willing to do so.

She blinked, and she made it to the entrance. A large black door containing elaborate engravings around the frame and the name “Emeritus” carved on the top stood before her. Slowly and carefully, she turned the door knob and pushed gently. Damn it, this door was old and creaky. If anyone asked what the noise was about in the morning, she would just say she left her headphones in the commons, which was a common occurrence. She opened her phone to check the time. 1:56 am.

She tiptoed her way in, turned around, shut the door slowly until she heard the satisfying click, and let go. Setting her boots down by the door, she inhaled deeply and let out a sigh of relief.

Phew.

“How was the party, Violetta?”

And as she lifted her gaze from the floor, there sat her father, Terzo, in the large recliner by the fire, swirling a glass of wine in his hand.

Shit.

Violetta stood by the door dumbfounded , painted lips agape yet not able to produce any words.

“And the one before that?”

The silence was deafening. The only thing audible was the repetitive ticking of the grandfather clock, typically gone unnoticed during the day.

“And the one before that?” he continued.

He took an extended sip from the glass, pretending to wait for a response, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to get one.

“There was even one on a Tuesday. Who goes to the club on a Tuesday?” he remarked.

Like this man hadn’t been to the club on a Tuesday.

“I’m sorry.” was all she managed to get out, staring at a singular spot on the carpet rather than into his eyes, trying to maintain her balance.

“Sit.” He said, gesturing to the couch across from him.

Violetta dragged herself over to the couch, putting a concerning amount of thought into each step. While she sat down, Terzo placed the glass onto the coffee table as she attempted not to look at it. She’d rather stare into her father’s disappointed eyes than look at any kind of alcohol right now. Just the thought of it made her stomach churn.

“Are you drunk?” Terzo asked, leaning forward, his tone eerily indistinguishable.

“Uh…”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

There was no point in trying to hide it.

“Violetta…” her father said, rubbing his face with his hands.

He then started rambling, going off on what was presumably some sort of lecture about sneaking out. But as he kept talking, he kept getting quieter, and everything else got louder. A sickly feeling in her stomach began to grow, and a dull ache in her head was becoming more and more noticeable.

“Give me one moment.” Terzo said, standing up and exiting the room.

Fuck, he was gonna tell Mom.

Violetta shut her eyes, focusing on her breathing as the fatigue grew by the second with each tick of the clock. Her body was heating up, a tingling feeling spreading throughout her body. She was so embarrassed, caught by her dad while she was shitfaced out of her mind. She wanted to go to bed and wake up and feel better, and pretend this was all a bad dream.

When she opened her eyes, she was not faced with her mother, rather than her father, kneeling in front of her, wiping off the smudged black and white paint on her face. She really was her father’s daughter.

Terzo looked down at his daughter’s face, his heart growing with each swipe of the makeup wipe, as more and more of her was revealed. It had been so long since he’d seen her. His daughter. After he was done taking off her makeup, he tossed the wipe on the table.

The walls were spinning. Her stomach was churning. Her head was pounding.

“I think I’m gonna-“

Terzo quickly grabbed a large plastic bowl he had set on the table, previously gone unnoticed, and handed it to his daughter.

Just as the discomfort reached its climax, she retched into the bowl, emptying the contents of her stomach. When she was finally done, she set the bowl on the side of the table.

Much better.

“Better?” Terzo asked, sitting beside Violetta on the couch.

“Yeah.” She said, shooting him a weary thumbs up. Her headache was fading away, her stomach settled, and her body began to cool down.

“Good.” he replied.

And just moments after she felt the relief from the physical pain, another pain started to settle in: emotional pain. She didn’t know why it happened. It just did. Her chest started to ache, her throat tightened up, and her vision started to blur with tears.

“Are you mad at me?” she squeaked timidly, voice cracking.

“No.” he replied.

“You promise?”

“I promise.” he confirmed with a brief nod.

“Being a parent is weird, even after all this time. Of course when I see you leaving the house and partying I at first want to get upset. You know, I did the same things when I was your age. Worse. I was a party animal. Maybe ‘was’ is not the proper word. But I settled down after we had you. But nobody ever talked to me about it. I was scolded before I even understood the consequences of what I was doing. So I want to ask, how are you doing?”

“I don’t know.” she replied, somewhat honestly.

The tears welling up finally escaped her eyes, uncontrollably streaming down her face as she let out soft gasps and hiccups.

“Oh, la mia stellina, do not cry… It’s okay.” He reassured her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly.

It had been so long since they had hugged like this, since they had had a moment, just the two of them together. “I’m sorry it has taken me this long to check in on you.” He said as the two pulled away from their embrace.

“No, it’s okay, I’m sorry I’ve been sneaking out.” Violetta apologized, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Maybe we are both sorry. That’s okay.” He reassured her.

“Yeah.” She sniffed.

“I mean, honestly, it’s not all because I’m feeling weird. Going out is… fun.” She admitted.

“Trust me, I know. You are a teenager. You will go out and do teenage things. I cannot stop that. You are growing up. But I also want to make sure you’re being safe. That is my greatest concern. No taking anything from strangers, no walking alone at night, you know. You know this. You are smart, Violetta. That is why this is worrying me that something else is going on.”

“I’ve just been feeling weird. Different. I don’t know if depressed is the right word-“

“You have not been thinking of hurting yourself, have you?” Terzo interrupted, his facial expression morphing into one of panic as he collected both her hands in his.

“No.” she replied.

“You promise?” He said, voice dropping into a low whisper.

“Yes.”

“You promise me?”

“Yes, Papa. I promise.” she reiterated, looking into his eyes.

Papa.

He missed that word.

“Okay.”

“I don’t know, I just don’t really feel like myself. Just different. Like I’m watching my life go by and I’m just… inside my body.” she explained.

“Violetta, you can tell me these things. I am always here for you. I want to be a part of your life. I have no idea what an ideal father looks like. But I try my hardest to be one. I miss talking to you. The longest conversations we have are when we’re arguing. I do not want it to be this way. But that is how it has become.”

A looming silence spread throughout the room, leaving nothing but the faint sound of ticking until Terzo let in a shaky breath.

“Tell me, Violetta, what can I do to change this?”

And in a newly adopted, weaker tone, Terzo muttered,

“What can I do to be a part of your life again?”

“You will always be a part of my life, Papa. Even if you aren’t always with me. You don’t have to do anything else. This is all I needed. A reminder.” She reassured him.

“I will always do more. Take the extra mile. Even just one step more. Always for you.” Terzo professed.

“Thank you, Papa. I love you.”

“I love you too, Violetta. La mia stellina.” He said, pulling her in and holding her tightly.

“Tomorrow we can go for a car ride and listen to music, like we used to? Sound good?” he asked as the two pulled away from each other.

“Only if you let me have the aux.”

“An ox? That’s an odd pet, no?”

“No, Papa, like the- the aux cord.” She explained through laughter, mimicking plugging in the cord.

“Oh. I see. Sure, you can have the aux.” Terzo laughed, waving his hand.

“Oh, and now that we’re being open with each other, can you please tell me about the time you showed up drunk to mass and started freestyle rapping?”

“The time I- how?”

“Mom told me about it.”

Per l’amor del cielo.

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

AAAAAAAAAAAAA!

this one was so fun and challenging to write but so worth it!!! i’m obsessed with their relationship. 😭

i really hope you enjoyed!!

more violetta content is coming soon!! and maybe another child as well 🤭

❤️, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #terzo #ghost #papa emeritus #terzo x reader #papa emeritus x reader #papa terzo #papa emeritus iii x reader

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vani-ash · 4 months

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we've all heard of chay - kim body swap au, now introducing:

Kim - Porsche bodyswap au (This is entirely inspired by me remembering Apo as Jeff during the KP WTF concert)

Porsche One day Porsche wakes up in some fancy hotel room and doesn't question it just yet, he's woken up in weirder places with no memory, this was nothing new, the lack of a splitting headache was nice though. Going to the bathroom and looking in the mirror is when Porsche does start to question some things. That is NOT his face staring back in the mirror. The face looks vaguely familiar but Porsche can't quite place where from. There's a sudden insistent knocking at the door. Porsche does not want to open it as knocking that frantic is never good, but it's not like there's anywhere else for him to go and they don't seem to be willing to leave if he just ignores it.

Opening it Porsche it greeted with an exasperated man,"Wik! You're going to be late! You've just woken up haven't you? Nevermind we'll get you fixed up at the venue, just come!" The man grabs Porsches arm and drags him into an elevator, out of an elevator, and then into a car.

Porsche keeps trying to tell the man that he is not whoever this 'Wik' guy is but the man just looks at him more annoyed.

It's when Porsche is once again being dragged around and forced into a Chair and a woman is putting make up on his face as he watches in a mirror does he figure out who he looks like.

He can't believe he didn't recognize it sooner, but theres a picture tapped to the mirror that Porsche had seen before in Chays room.

He was in the body of Chay's idol. The man who had brought him here is pulling him out of the chair and leading him somewhere else. He was saying something but Porsche only catches the last part of,"We changed the set list, Highway is the opening song now, okay?" Before he is being shoved on to a stage, the loud cheering startles him. There is music being blasted all around him, it's familiar, something he had heard Chay playing around the house.

In his ear he hears,"Verse in 3 2 1.." Looking down he sees a screen with lyrics on it.

Well.

Porsche opens his mouth. Kim Kim wakes up in a room not his own. It's messy. He's instantly suspicious of where he is. He didn't drink and he didn't do drugs, the most he does is a cigarette when he felt particularly stressed but he tried not to smoke too often as it would damage his voice.

Kim investigates the room, but theres nothing to note. It seemed like an average teenage boys room with the clothes being left strewn about everywhere, an assortment of band posters stuck up on the walls. Then he finds a little hidden part behind a bookcase.

There's a wall covered in his face, but hes quick to notice it's only photos of Wik.

Kim didn't know what was happening and wasn't sure what to feel.

The door to the room swings open and Kim jumps slightly, having not heard anything that should've tipped him off to someone approaching.

"Hia?" Kim turns around to see a teenage boy staring at him confused but with no signs of wanting to hurt him, he's cute, but still Kim keeps his guard up.

"What do you want?"

"Did I wake you? Go back to sleep Hia, I just came to get my phone, P'Wiks event it starting now."

P'Wik?

The boy seemed harmless as he grabbed his phone off a table, so Kim followed him down stairs.

"What are you going to watch with me Hia?"

Kim didn't know why the boy kept calling him Hia but he just nodded.

The boy had a live stream up and already playing, he turned the volume up just in time for Kim to hear the MC announce,"Please welcome to the stage, P'Wik!"

Seeing himself walk onto the stage was something.

It looked both exactly like and nothing like what he looked like. The Wik on the screen looked perfectly like him, but everything else was wrong, the walk, the way he held himself, how he seemed hesitant and unsure of what to do.

Whoevers body Kim was in, they were in Kims.

The backing track to Kims new song started playing.

"Hia, do you think P'Wik looks nervous? He's acting strange, I hope his management isn't overworking him."

Kim watches as fake him looks around before settling on looking at the ground, presumably where the lyrics would be.

Kim holds his breath. This guy wasn't going to sing as Kim... was he?

"Peung ja ru kwam songjam ti mi-"

It's painful, not a single note is on Key, and just barely in time as well.

"Hia he sounds awful! You don't think he's sick do you? God his management suck making him preform even while he's sick."

The next 3 minutes are excruciatingly painful for Kim.

#kim theerapankul #porsche kittisawasd #just thinking about jeff watching apo sing wdys dhfgsdkhfghksdfgksd #idk if i will make this into an actual full thing thats properly thought out. probably not #but i want to start writing little things and posting them so i get used to writing more frequently #cause i usually write like 1 thing every 6 months and it is not helpful when i try to actually write a full story #mine

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pommpuriinn · 11 months

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Joohyung Getting Sick On Tour

Read Act 2: Sweet Mirage Japan Tour to get a brief introduction to what happened to Joohyung during Saitama day 2.

It was around 10pm and the concert was nearly over and finally the group was changing into their encore outfits to perform the last few songs they had.

“Here’s your skirt for tonight.” One of Joohyung’s main stylist (Sooyoung) handled over Joohyung’s black mini skirt. “Thanks.” Joohyung mumbled, as she got the skirt and was about to lift her left leg in she suddenly got lightheaded with all the rushing and kinda lost balanced. “Oh my, are you ok?” Sooyoung quickly got a hold of her. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine I just lost my balance a bit.” Joohyung laughed it off before quickly putting on her skirt. Sooyoung wasn’t fully convinced but she couldn’t think about it too much since they are still in a concert rushed setting.

“Make sure to keep an eye on Joohyung-ie.” Sooyoung warned Eunha who is Joohyung’s manager. Eunha hummed and took Joohyung and the boys back out to the side of the stage. She kept Sooyoung’s word and looked at Joohyung closely. Joohyung was looking a bit on the paler side on her face and breathing a bit heavier. “Joohyung to do need some water before going on?” Eunha asked, with a bottled water in her hand. Joohyung shook her head ‘no’, “thank you though. I’ll drink some water while we’re closing.”

Joohyung gave Eunha a fake smile before stepping out to the main stage. As she was performing ‘Blue Spring’ the lights sudden became brighter and hotter above Joohyung, she tried shaking it off and even placed her head down on hands which were holding onto the mic. In moas eyes it just looks like Joohyung got a bit emotional and is trying to hide her tears when in reality Joohyung was just trying to hold herself up a bit longer.

Finally the concert ended and everyone was heading to their hotel rooms. Joohyung felt like she can knock out at any second and was even falling asleep standing up in the elevator. “Be careful you’re going to fall.” Beomgyu laughed, as he held Joohyung close to him. “I’m just so tired.” Joohyung mumbled into his chest. Soon the elevator doors opened and Beomgyu pulled Joohyung along with him to their room. As Beomgyu was holding Joohyung close he felt her skin to be a bit hotter than usual, so to prevent Joohyung was getting sick he guided her to the restroom and sat her down on the toilet to help her wash up.

Beomgyu washed her face, brush her teeth, applied her skincare, and finally got her changed into her pajamas which was just one of his shirts and her shorts. Joohyung immediately knocked out once she hit the shared bed, Beomgyu placed the back of his hand on Joohyung’s forehead. “You’ve gotten warmer.” Beomgyu went to get a clean small towel from the restroom and ran it through cold water before ringing it fully out and folding it nicely. He then made his way out of the restroom and back to Joohyung’s side, “here.” Beomgyu placed it on Joohyung’s forehead hoping that would fix her little fever.

He carrying on his night doing his routine before quickly heading into bed with Joohyung and holding her close, “goodnight Jooie. Feel better.” Beomgyu kissed her cheek before snuggling into her neck.

2:10AM

Joohyung woke up to feeling stomach pain so she slowly got up and took the little towel off her forehead, and placed it on the side table before getting up and walking to the restroom. Suddenly, everything she ate the day before came up and out. Joohyung hated throwing up and wanted to stop but her own body wouldn’t let her.

On the main bedroom area Beomgyu started waking up with the noises coming from the restroom, and he started feeling around next to him where Joohyung was at and felt it empty. He got up pretty fast but still with his eyes pretty much close, Beomgyu made his way over to where Joohyung was at. “Noona?!” He was surprised seeing Joohyung’s head in the toilet throwing up. Beomgyu started rubbing her back and holding her hair back along with saying ‘everything going to be ok’.

After a while Joohyung was finally able to stop and actually breath, but now her body was sore from crouching and then clenching her stomach. “Go back and lay on the bed and I’ll go and get you some medicine from the convenience store.” Beomgyu helped Joohyung clean up and on to the bed.

It only took Beomgyu about 20 minutes to get everything and come back, luckily the location of the hotel and right near everything. “Look,” Beomgyu came to sit on Joohyung’s side of the bed with the convenience store bag ready to show her what he got. “I got you some medicine, teas for digestion and for your immune system, and a new toothbrush so you can throw your another one away. I even got the Sanrio one because I think you’ll like it more.” He chuckled, while handing her the cute toothbrush. Joohyung smile while looking at him and back at the toothbrush. “Thank you, puppy.” Joohyung gently caressed Beomgyu’s cheek making him lean in to her lovingly touches. “I love you Jooie~”

The Next Day/Saitama Day 2

Joohyung was the last one to wake up as Beomgyu insisted the staff wake her up on a later time since she didn’t sleep that well last night. Of course everyone knew what was going on with Joohyung, as Beomgyu informed everyone through next that Joohyung wasn’t feeling well and that she did end up throwing up and having a little fever. The members all went to see her and they were all quite worried seeing her pale on the bed.

“Noona~” Kai wrapped his body around her like a little child missing their mother which made Joohyung laugh whole hugging him. “Why are you acting like this?” She lightly ruffled his bed hair. “I’m just a bit worried.” He answered, still holding her. “I’m fine though.” Joohyung reassured Kai and everyone. “But you still look a bit pale. Maybe you should sit out tonight.” The main manger of txt asked also worried with Joohyung’s state. “That’s crazy I can’t sit out!” Joohyung sat up. “I’m fine I promise. I can do this.” Joohyung gave their manager a stern look. She couldn’t disappoint their moas by not showing up just because she felt a little sick, moas spent their hard earn money into them and into this moment just to see them. Their manager sighed, “fine. But the second I see that you’re unwell I’m pulling you out Joohyung. Your health is our priority and it should be yours too.” He gave her his final words.

The staff help ordering their breakfast and brought their personal medic to run a covid test on Joohyung just make sure. Fortunately, it was negative but the medic said that it could be exhaustion so Joohyung had to really watch out about that and too not go as hard tonight as she usually does. Along with ‘if you lightheaded, dizziness, or you feel like you’re going to faint call it a day and just rest because you’re just going to hurt yourself more’. Joohyung thanked the medic and both headed out their separate ways.

“Noona we ordered you a light breakfast just in case your stomach was still weak from last night.” Taehyun sat Joohyung’s breakfast in front of her. “Thank you Taehyun-ie.” Joohyung smiled, as she saw a bowl of stew with some fruits in a cup waiting for her. While the guys were already half way through their breakfast they started seeing Joohyung littler and littler bites of her food until eventually just started moving the spoon around the stew, or the fork playing with the freshly cut fruit. “Are you ok?” Yeonjun rubbed her back. Joohyung hummed, “I have a weak stomach right now, but I’m fine.” Yeonjun nodded understanding Joohyung. “I’ll make you more tea so the food can go down smoother.” Yeonjun got up and grabbed a mug and got one of the teas Beomgyu brought last night and started making it. Not long after Yeonjun brought it back to the table in front of Joohyung. “Here you go noona.” Joohyung placed her phone down and set her eyes on the mug with the tea’s aroma hitting her nose. “Thank you so much junnie-ah.” Joohyung patted Yeonjun’s head earning a smile and a slight blush from him.

Joohyung honestly wanted to cry with how much the members are taking care of her even if it’s something minor. She really couldn’t ask for anything better than them. They are her everything.

Concert Time

“We have make sure we’re watching Joohyung from the corner of our eyes ok. If you see her start loosing balance just hold her a bit see if she’s ok. Ok?” Yeonjun whispered to the rest of the members while Joohyung was getting mic up. All the members agreed and started doing their little stretches before the screen in front of them moved up. As Joohyung was about to walk into her position Kai stopped her, “go easy ok noona.” He rubbed her shoulder. “I’ll try.” Joohyung held his hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

Joohyung got into her position and as the screen was lifting she placed her stage face on and prayed that everything will work out the way she wants it. She even made her makeup/hair team create a cute appearance so it will distract moas from thinking she looks sick, hopefully the blush will come through and give her color for her pale sick skin.

Honestly, Joohyung was holding it together was actually smiling and having fun. She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the medicine she took awhile ago, but of course not everything lasts. It wasn’t even half through the concert but during their second ment Joohyung started to breathe heavy, and it felt like she couldn’t even catch her breathe. So she started slowly walking behind the members as they were talking to moas trying to walk it off and she was even waving at moas that were behind them. Soobin took notice of Joohyung’s behavior and grabbed a towel and dumped some water on it, and walk to where Joohyung was and placed it around her neck. It was to cool her off without putting some really cold and probably making it worse.

As Yeonjun was finishing the conversation and before going to the next set of songs Soobin whispered to the members to now keep a closer eye on Joohyung because she’s starting to feel it.

It was ‘Can’t You See Me’ that it hit Joohyung a little. But if you were in the audience you wouldn’t even know that she was struggling. The red lights give it a seductive feel and with Joohyung’s half close lids it looks like she giving you and seductive siren look. But in reality the light were harsh on her eyes and making her feel hotter and a bit dizzy.

All the way from ‘I Know I Love You’ to ‘Magic’ Joohyung didn’t move a lot. She was pretty much just walking around singing to moas and the camera. Joohyung really couldn’t run around the stage or even jump with moas like she would do in previous concerts. She was able to do the Magic dance break part without missing a step or falling over, but it was dance unit part where you really saw her miss place her feet due her getting a bit dizzy. Yeonjun quickly held her and both continued smoothly.

This is where you really see Joohyung sickness and some moas already see that Joohyung is unwell during ‘Opening Sequence’. Joohyung had to get up and down from the floor and hit all the moves which wasn’t really agreeing with her stomach a lot. As they move to the near to the end of the song where they had to get on the floor one last time and Taehyun has he moment. Joohyung finally got what felt like two second to try to recollect herself and push through, but she opened her eyes she saw that she missed her cue in front of everyone.

Usually mistakes aren’t bad in anyway mostly if your in a practice room setting or rehearsing on stage, but in Joohyung eyes mistakes when their not intended on stages like these hurt her pride. Especially with someone that’s a perfectionist like her. She basically felt embarrassed and that didn’t go well with her upset stomach again. As they got to they ending pose and Joohyung saw moas worried faces the rush of water came up and Joohyung placed her had on her mouth and turned around quickly. The members moved their mics away from their mouths so everyone wouldn’t hear them. Yeonjun encourage Joohyung to just throw up right then and there, but Joohyung couldn’t do it and it was hurting her more. Beomgyu saw the tears and quickly helped her get off stage and into the hands of the medics that were waiting on the side. “Take care of her, please.” Beomgyu watched with sadden eyes, as they took her away from him in a rush.

Backstage

The medics had a futon in one of the green rooms ready just in case something like this would happen. “Lay her on her side just in case she does vomit.” The female medic instructed, and just as she finished speaking and they got Joohyung on her side she throws up water and bits of what she ate before. They quickly clean her up and start taking off her shoes and some of her stage outfit just so she can cool down. “Here, place the oxygen mask on her.” As they placed the mask over her mouth and nose another medic went to check on on her pupils to see if they’re dilated. “Her pupils are a bit dilated, but not much which is pretty good.” Which means Joohyung’s body wasn’t completely in the exhausted stage. “Let’s get an IV in her arm to hydrate her.” They were able to get her to sit up couch and have an IV in her arm.

Joohyung started to have tears flowing down from her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound indicating that she was crying. When the staff saw her looking at the tv that was monitoring the concert with eyes full of tears, they of course felt so bad for her because they know much performing means to her. “Hey, it’s ok to feel sick and make a little mistake. They would understand Joohyung.” Minseok (one of there staff) tried making Joohyung feel better. Joohyung sniffled and shook her head ‘no’, “but they worked so hard to see us and they deserved to see a performance with no mistakes and have no worries.” Joohyung cried. “And now they have to see an incomplete stage with the thought of a messing member in the back of their heads.” All Minseok could do was to hug her and have a shoulder for her to cry on.

“I talked to the medics and then said that it wouldn’t be best for you to continue performing right now.” Eunha came into the green room to inform Joohyung. “But what about-“

“No Joohyung. I’m sorry but I can’t let you hurt yourself further.” Eunha sternly talked to Joohyung. “Can I at least perform my solo stages for them? I can’t let me down Eunha.” Joohyung looked desperate to perform which hurt Eunha to see her like this. “Joohyung you can’t.”

“Please Eunha let me perform. Let me perform this and I won’t ever do this again I promise.” Joohyung plead to Eunha. Eunha knew it wasn’t right but she saw the hunger in Joohyung’s eyes. The hunger to go on stage, it was the same look Joohyung had a couple years ago during her trainee days. Eunha let out a heavy sigh, “Bae Joohyung this is and will be the final time this will ever happen, ok? I don’t care how minor your sickness is you will never do this again and you will stay resting the next time you feel one ounce of sickness, and this goes for them too.” Eunha pointed at the screen that showed the another five singing and dancing.

“I promise.”

Concert Time After Joohyung Left/Backstage

After explaining that Joohyung wouldn’t be joining them for a couple of songs they move on to one of their slower songs, ‘Anti-Romantic’. It felt weird seeing an empty spot in the middle of the stage and they were all zoning out until they heard no one singing. Beomgyu immediately took all of Joohyung’s lines causing moas to ‘ah’ at how quick Beomgyu was able to pick up Joohyung’s lines. They ultimately felt incomplete.

The members kept on feeling that until Joohyung’s VCR started playing as they got backstage to change. “Is Joohyung going back on stage?!”

“What happened to her?”

“Is she ok Eunha?”

Of course their concern about their noona right away. “Medics said that she was going to hit the stage of exhaustion, but luckily she didn’t.” The boys sighed in relief. “They did stick an IV in her arm to hydrate her body and she did cry obviously, but the crying was mostly because of her performance perfectionism got to her pretty bad.” Eunha explained further. “She really wants to perform her solo stages, so I’m only letting this one thing to do this then she immediately sitting down and getting rest. I don’t think I will let it slide with you guys too, I already warned Joohyung about it.” Eunha gave her final words before going back to Joohyung.

“I knew it got to her.” Yeonjun sighed, as placed his ear-ins over her ears. “You could by the look in her eyes. She was embarrassed, but it wasn’t her fault.” Soobin was sad about the whole situation. “I wish she didn’t have to go through this.” Taehyun hated seeing Joohyung this distressed.

All their heads lift when they heard moas cheer loudly, they saw Joohyung standing on stage like nothing happen. “No matter in sickness she still looks so pretty.” Beomgyu smiled at the tv. “Noona always glows on stage.” Kai replied, watching her start the song.

Unfortunately, the the boys couldn’t cross paths with Joohyung as she had to go backstage again while they were already behind the screens again ready to perform the final half of the concert. This time Beomgyu had to light his own rose, and it felt weird again not having Joohyung by their sides. It just meant that they had to hit the moves just as hard as her and fill in her roles. They got through all songs and each member had a chance to sing Joohyung’s lines which was a bit hard to remember who was going to sing her lines in each song in such a short amount of time, but they got it.

As they ran backstage to change into their finally outfit for the encore they saw Joohyung there already changed with the tour shirt on and her makeup redone. “You’re going to do the encore with us?” Kai asked, with bright eyes. Joohyung nodded, “I feel about 5x times better with the IV they gave me plus we don’t dance during the encore stages, and I want to close this concert with you guys.” The members really admire Joohyung and her dedication to with the group and perform for moa.

Moas were so happy to see Joohyung on stage again with the group. It really shows them how much there’s a missing piece whenever a member isn’t there.

As Joohyung was saying her goodbye speech she got emotional again with the support moas were giving her, and how even though she felt like she wasn’t giving her best it was enough for moas. “I’ll make sure to come back healthy and give you a even better show than I did tonight.” Joohyung bowed before signing tubatu off for the night.

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member

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ghostaholics · 1 year

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ᴄᴀᴛᴀʟʏsᴛ ( ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ )

SUMMARY: (au only mildly inspire by the original tv/game timeline since I started writing this before ep. 2 came out; honestly not very canon-compliant) After reaching Colorado – the Fireflies' former backdrop for failed vaccine trials – you and Joel get ambushed in the science lab by people who have since then, made their new home at the abandoned university; during the scuffle, one of the attackers stabs you with a syringe containing unknown contents. PAIRING: Joel Miller x fem!Reader WARNING(S) FOR LATER: pining (mutual) sex pollen; dub-con; p-in-v unprotected sex; use of a mouth gag and a rope during sex but it's for safety assurances not because Joel's a dark guy; still angst even though I left in 50% of it; religious references and lots of metaphors that don't make sense; unbeta'd - expect mistakes; characterization is based on second half of the game and I may have accidentally made him too soft oops idc, ooc for sure WORD COUNT: 2 k A/N: PT. 1; this is already over 10k words in my drafts and I still don't even have like half of it done yet but I'll put out this small part for now I guess

IT'S A GODDAMN SICKNESS – THIS FEELING, festering, like skin stripped raw and every nerve lit on fire. There’s nothing left of you – only flesh and bone knitted together by gnawing hunger.

He should put you out of your misery.

You would welcome death over this: it would be faster, easier, not each excruciating second prolonging your suffering as time bleeds, drawn-out, stretching at an unbearably sluggish pace. This won't pass over. It's only been getting worse the longer you try to ignore it, to let it snuff out on its own. The craving is bad. It surges through your veins, leaves your blood boiling as if it’s burning you alive from the inside-out. Insatiable need devours your body like an all-consuming disease; your mind is scrambled, thoughts as good as ash at this point aside from the surviving idea that you know that this will swallow you whole.

Here's how it happened.

HE'S A KILLER; The leftover carnage is a gut-wrenching testament to that – a breadcrumb trail of carcasses deserted along the westbound, beaten track to Colorado that’s rivaled only by the number of skeletons in his closet.

Not that he's had much choice. It's this very concept that every single media outlet had kept pushing, what had plagued the top headlines, breaking news, and morning segments leading up to Outbreak Day in a concerted effort to capitalize on a little something called sensationalism. The public had wolfed it down, too – had gorged themselves on the idea of it even after all the grocery stores had been raided bare and there'd been zero food left on the shelves; TVs as their place settings with radios emerging as their proxies not long after the power had gone out – because the drama of it all had been more satisfying than the shitty scraps they'd been getting by on: survival of the fittest, who'd get wiped out by the infection first? And Joel Miller is a living legacy that continues to push the limits of natural selection with every poor bastard that he manages to sink a shiny fucking bullet into.

Adaptation. The end of the world has chewed him up, teeth gnashing – razor-sharp incisors; no leftover bones, no remains like the majority of the people who’ve met a collective demise, but a man spit out in one intact piece (physically, anyways – mentally, that’s probably another story). Now, he’s a stone-cold terror. Cutthroat – all jagged edges and mistrust leaching into his pores. Someone who’s had to acclimatize, because the way he sees it, there’s a million different choices to make that only ever lead to two outcomes. And Joel always picks whichever option affords him the best opportunity to stay alive, but it’s the reason he’s got a ledger drowning in red.

Before, that had meant late mortgage payments and loan sharks hunting him down, risky wagers with shady figures to get Sarah new clothes in time for the upcoming school because she’d been outgrowing them every damn year, and also don’t forget the shady business ventures he’d invested in until he’d learnt his lesson the hard way and had decided to throw himself headfirst into work – day in and day out to save up for his own construction company, something stable and honest; maybe then he wouldn’t have to lie about forgetting to pick up the milk or the pancake mix because the reality had been that he was struggling to put food on the table, and maybe he’d get to spend more time with his daughter and pay the soccer club fees that he couldn’t afford so she could make more friends outside of him and the Adlers, and maybe his blood pressure would level out so his pockets wouldn’t dry up with the cost of his medicine because his insurance had been shit, and maybe he wouldn’t have to go to bed every night crunching numbers behind his eyelids to figure out if he had enough to get through the next month’s round of bills, and fuck, maybe things would finally start to look up for once in his life.

Then it had all stopped mattering in an instant.

So now, it means shooting someone dead without a second thought – a past full of necessary evils: ruthlessness, cynicism, and a death toll second to none. Anybody coming up against him? Shit out of luck. He’s never had a problem with having to pull the trigger, and being caught on the wrong end of his gun always promises a grim fate.

Except Columbus, Ohio.

It would’ve been another blight, another wicked deed buried underneath the growing mountain of awfulness that he's responsible for. There are a lot of things that keep Joel up at night, but as bad as it is to say, this definitely wouldn’t have been one of them.

And then, the impossible – first person to break the cycle: a scavenger combing through the tipped over stands of North Market, kneeling under the dusty Penny's Meats cleaver sign at a basket filled with plastic bags of twenty-year-old beef jerky. And Joel would kill (quite literally) for that if it meant securing his next meal; hell, the next week's worth of them. The only thing standing in between him and food security could be taken care of with an easy shot to the back of your skull at point blank range.

A target.

An inconvenience.

— but that's another story.

Since then, it’s been a road paved with affliction. Ohio. Indiana. Illinois. Iowa. (Nebraska's a sensitive topic.) Wyoming.

Joel grasps your hand firmly in his: dried blood over split knuckles and calluses that have stayed around forever because now he wields a gun 24/7 instead of a carpentry tool from his blue-collar days; he helps you navigate the terrain so you don't misstep – a sprained ankle can slow us down in more ways than one, he always says. Cautious, trigger-sensitive, because he needs to be. The action is meant to be practical, shepherding you over the terrain. So you opt to neglect how his fingers slotted between yours shoos the bitter cold from making a home out of your body and thaws the ice from the crevices chiseled in your bones.

The feeling is nice.

The thought is dangerous.

Because, Nebraska: a hellish nightmare in the flesh.

(Let's not talk about it).

(But circling around the topic doesn’t help. You don't bring it up, and yet it still takes center stage, occupying your mind. Always. How could it not?)

Hordes of cordyceps-ridden pieces-of-shit on your heels until you'd been driven into a corner, back against the wall – odds in the negative as infected after infected had zeroed in on your position and converged like a putrid swarm, a writhing mass of rotten bodies, all of them clambering over each other for their own share of pulpy, human meat to tear into; it'd reminded you of the same way people had been after the outbreak had reached critical mass.

Ravenous.

(This is what had been a difficult pill for you to swallow in the beginning – before you'd started sleeping with a machete along the edge of your bedroll, before the sound of a person choking on their own blood had gone from something that had cursed your hands with a 'round-the-clock tremor to nothing but fucking white noise, and before you'd learned everything there is to know about how to survive amongst societal collapse where 'every man for himself' has never been a more true statement than it is now: the hunger doesn't stop when you turn into one of them.)

As the two of you weave through dense foliage overrunning anything in its path and past man-sized slabs of concrete that form a serrated pattern of the very ground you're currently forced to scale, Joel rumbles a low, "Easy, now,"; you can see how in the dead of winter a plume of air leaves his mouth whenever he talks. He's nice to look at, better than your surroundings by a long shot. Boulder is just another wasteland that offers nothing new in your trek across the country because underneath the whalebone-white quilt of snow smothering everything, it's the same old shit that you saw when you'd cut through the never-ending stretch of land that used to be the Bible Belt to get out of the Atlanta Q.Z. It'd been ghost towns dotting the map between miles and miles of infestation: the walking dead had been piloted by the impulse to tear you apart alongside their living counterparts – the survivors with rootless hearts that stalked in the shadows like vultures waiting to pick your corpse clean of supplies.

But, for as on guard as you have to be, you'd rather focus your attention on Joel, because the snowflakes burying themselves in his beard are far more interesting than the decaying buildings and jigsaw-puzzled pavement that paint Colorado with an apocalyptic finish. He's a welcome distraction. Maybe, too good. The toe of your boot catches on the uneven landscape while you're lost in thought so you brace yourself to strike the ground as it gives out from under you, hands flying out in reflex. Instead, sturdy arms secure themselves around your waist before you can fall. You’re hauled flat against the solid wall of Joel's chest, something akin to an embrace that shouldn’t feel as nice as he is to look at. Even through layers of clothes, even through the frigid temperatures during this time of the year, his heat manages to bleed into you.

"Told you to watch your step there'," he murmurs in that long Texan drawl. Whiskey on his breath. Caramel. Ethanol. Burning alcohol-sweet, it greets you alongside the usual smoky and metallic smell of gunpowder and blood; the kind he'd pilfered from a liquor store back in Omaha – makin' sure it's good enough to the Molotov cocktails with, he'll comment before taking a swig. Brings it up like clockwork, as if it gets funnier the longer he keeps trying to wear the joke out even worse than the soles of his boots. It doesn’t. Just short of being a jack of all trades. Certainly no comedian.

Not a drunk, either – isn't stupid enough to put himself in jeopardy around these parts. You'd seen it before, once: cheeks flushed red and eyes glazed over; couldn't walk a straight line for five feet, much less aim a gun (September 26th, you remember). This isn't that. The whiskey's stronger now, though. You can tell when he stands nearby, face inches away.

(He's been drinking more lately. Not a lot, but the right amount to drown out the memory of... well, ever since—)

He's the closest thing to home that you know.

(—he almost lost you.)

You find yourself latched onto the sleeves of his jacket for stability, and even though you should push Joel away – a voice in your head that warns you to put distance between you and him – your fingers curl tighter into the coarse fabric to keep yourself upright as you regain your footing. “You see that thing? Swear it came outta nowhere."

He huffs out a small laugh, not one of those full-bodied ones that you’ve only heard probably twice since you met him (both of them at your expense and God, do you miss his smile), but it’s still a rich, little sound that comes off as something pleasant to your ears all the same – breaks up the monotony of the snow crunching under your heels and teeth chattering during the occasional bouts when you shiver. "Sure," he says, because he knows you can't lie for shit.

You untangle yourself from him with some reluctance. Homesick – a feeling that you attempt to shake off with more mindless conversation to make the time slip by faster. "Out of every place we've been to, Colorado definitely makes bottom three."

There's faint amusement coloring Joel's face. It makes him look years younger. "We haven't even gotten to UEC yet." He tilts his chin in the general direction that the two of you had already been heading towards. "Over there. Just across the way."

Skepticism stains your voice. "You know, something tells me that I won't have a change of heart."

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ - ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #unfortunately i have the smut just not the action~#this will very likely not be done until i finish the term #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #tlou #the last of us

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Could you do Joon with a high fever and stomach bug during a comeback stage? Caretaker ot6...how they help him

It feels like I'm writing a lot of sick joonie lately.. my two part flu, my collab story and another story where he's sick at a concert..

I'm sorry it took so long halfway through writing. I hated it and started a new idea..

It's staying as long as it is..I'm done editing it >.< I have no idea why I obsessed over this so long, and hate it or not this is how it's staying

Tw: fever, vomit

Namjoon adds one more layer of foundation to try to cover up his pale skin without making it too obvious that he put on makeup carefully, adding it around his face moles so they don't get covered.

I'm doing much better this morning.. I don't need the others worrying about me..

Namjoon checks himself out once more in the mirror before taking a seat at the table, picking up a pair of chopsticks to eat with the others.

"I can't believe this is the last practice before the concert.." Jimin pushes the rice around with his chop sticks, struggling to calm the nerves that knotted his stomach.

"Don't worry, Jiminie. I know you'll do great. We've been practicing for a couple of months and we did it perfectly yesterday." Taehyung tries to quell Jimin's anxiety, rubbing his hand across his knee.

"But for the past week, we've been a member short.." Jimin glances at Namjoon, who just sat next to him. Their leader has been fighting with some sort of stomach bug, unable to eat anything without it coming back up again.

"Don't worry about me. Yoongi-hyung has been sending the practice recordings to watch, and I already learned the choreography before I got sick. I'm fine." Namjoon takes a mouthful of rice to try to prove his point.

"Are you sure you're well enough to perform? You were able to hold dinner down last night, but you still shouldn't push yourself. " Seokjin worries about the youngest rapper, reaching to check if his fever really was gone.

"I'm fine, Hyung. I was cleared to perform tonight. I'll just take it easy." Namjoon allows Seokjin to place his hands on the back of his neck to help ease his mind, the older relieved when he doesn't feel the heat that's been radiating off it for several days.

What Namjoon wasn't telling him is that he was still taking medicine to keep his fever under control, and last night, even though he never threw up, his stomach still cramped up keeping him up most of the night.

We worked on perfecting this album for over a year, I can't let our hard work be in vain just because of a stomach ache.. I have to perform tonight..

Namjoon ate even with his stomach still feeling bloated, knowing if he refused to eat, the others would suspect something was wrong. He kept his bites small, washing them down with sips of water.

"It's really good, we should order it again when the show is over." Jungkook says through a mouthful of food, changing the subject to a lighter one.

"Don't eat too much, though Koo. You don't want to be too full before practice." Jin warns.

"Joon-ah you shouldn't eat too much either, I know you're probably hungry from hardly eating but you need to slowly start eating again.." J-hope frets over Namjoon.

"Don't worry Hobi, I only had some of the kimchi fried rice.. I don't want to push my luck.." Namjoon reassures his fellow 94liner with a gentle smile. "I feel much better today, really. You guys worry too much."

"Seriously, don't overdo it, and if you start to feel unwell, tell me right away, okay?" J-hope places his hand on Namjoon's shoulder, biting his lip when he notices that he could see more of Namjoon's collar bone. "Joon, you lost weight.."

"I wanted to lose a bit of weight anyway." Namjoon brushes off J-hope's grip. "Eat Hoba. You hardly ate anything. You need to keep your energy up. You got a tough slot tonight." He tries to turn the tables, but J-hope refuses.

"Yeah, but the way you lost it isn't healthy. I'll be fine..."J-hope watches Namjoon for a moment before taking another bite. Namjoon has pain hidden behind those eyes, and it looks like he hasn't slept.

"I told you, I'm fine." Namjoon says looking away from J-hope's eyes, jumping when he sees Taehyung standing next to him. "Sh*t! You scared me.."

"Sorry Hyung, I made some ginger tea for you." Taehyung places a cup in front of Namjoon, giving a shy smile.

"Thanks, Tae.." Namjoon takes it gratefully, hoping it would help settle his stomach. But since he made it, he also doesn't believe I'm better..

"No problem. Even if you do feel better. Better safe than sorry, right?" Taehyung gives a warm smile before sitting back down next to Jungkook.

"Right.." Namjoon sips on the tea, relaxing when the warm liquid soothes his aching stomach. "It's really good."

"Shoot, we have to leave in ten minutes." J-hope says after noticing the time, shoving one more bite into his mouth before starting to clean up the table.

Jungkook jumps to help J-hope clean up the table, taking care of Namjoon's mess for him. "I got it, hyung."

"I put the extra tea from the pot in here for you Namjoon-ah." Taehyung hands him his BT21 thermos.

"I said I'm feeling better. Don't worry so much." Namjoon places his hand on Taehyungs head, ruffling his hair.

Namjoon normally didn't feel car sick, yet the moment the car started moving, his stomach felt painfully tight, the seat belt pressing against it making it worse. He tucks his arm around it, using it to stop the strap from touching his aching middle.

"Hyung are you okay?" Jimin asks when he sees Namjoon wrap his arm around his stomach.

"Yeah, I just started feeling sick when we got in the car.. I'll be fine when we reach the stadium." Namjoon felt his stomach flip when the driver made a turn, a small groan escaping.

"Poor Hyungie. Try looking out the window and focusing on the horizon. It might help." Jimin says sympathically, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Usually, it was him or J-hope who got motion sick, but on rarer occasions, the others suffered too.

Namjoon stares out the window, keeping his eyes on the setting sun, but it doesn't do much to help settle his aching stomach, though not throwing up was enough to please him. "It helped..thanks Jimin-ah.."

Jimin smiles. "No problem. I'm happy to help."

Namjoon focuses on the voices of his teammates chatting, their excitement helping him be distracted from the pain.

"Army will be so surprised with the new choreography! Especially the hook part! I can't wait to show them!" Jungkook speaks with excitement.

"That's because you plan to flash your belly." Jimin teases him, remembering the move he added to practice yesterday.

"Not my belly.. my.." Jungkook stops in mid sentence to check if his abs were still there after his meal, peeking down his shirt. "My abs!" He confirmed, making the others laugh.

Namjoon smiled, knowing what happened even without looking at Jungkook. He presses his cheek against the window, the cold glass feeling nice on his hot skin. I'll have to take another dose of medicine when we get there...

"You should flash yours with me! Jiminie-hyung and Taehyungie-Hyungie. In the part where it's just us three!"

"Unlike you, I don't quite have abs.." Jimin says with a tinge of pink. "I don't work out as much as I used to back in our debut days."

"Yes, you do.. i saw them a few days ago, and even if you don't, that doesn't matter. Army will still love it." Jungkook reaches over to Jimin to lift up his shirt, but the older vocalist holds it down.

"Jungkook-ah! Stop that! Go bother Tae about his. He's been working out with Namjoonie-hyung." Jimin fights off Jungkook's hands, grabbing his wrists, trying to sound serious, but a smile gives away he's not actually upset.

"He's not the one who says he doesn't have any, you did." Jungkook points out, now trying to peer down his neck line, Jimin using one hand tp hold down his bottom and one near his neck.

"Namjoonie-Hyung got sick like a week after we started. I dont think my body is that great either." Taehyung states, getting the attention off his soulmate, smiling with amusement.

"It was pretty close when you started." Jungkook moves to his next target,trying to lift Taehyung’s shirt to check. "I bet you got at least a little toned!"

"Stop that tickles..." Taehyung giggles, trying to fight off the mankae. "Jungkook-Ah..!" He laughs when Jungkooks fingers brush against his side.

"I feel them!" Jungkook smiles.

Namjoon was thankful for all the noise the youngers were making. It covered up the gurgling of his stomach, discreetly rubbing his hand across it. But not discreetly enough.

"You okay Namjoon-ah?" Yoongi asks, looking over Namjoon with a worried expression. "You're not gonna be sick are you?" He looks around the van, trying to look for a bag.

"Oh, no. I'm fine, I was just thinking about my own body. I probably lost mine while i was sick.." Namjoon wasn't lying to him, just not telling him the real reason. He looks at his reflection in the window. "

"You planning to join the maknae’s stage antics to make army scream?" Yoongi smiles with amusement, raising an eyebrow, dropping the subject.

"Nah, I'll let them have the fun. I hope they don't waste all their energy before the show even started." Namjoon smiles, taking a sip of his tea.

Namjoon's stomach didn't settle when he got out like he hoped. Maybe it wasn't carsickness... Every jump, every turn, every quick position change. It made him feel worse. He was happy they didn't go all out for stage practice. His stomach gurgled angrily at the movements, but he didn't dare touch it to try to ease the pain. He knew the others were keeping a close eye on him.

"That was great, everyone!" J-hope tells his team with a warm smile. "That's enough practice for today. Namjoon-ah, you're sweating more than usual. Are you sure you're okay to perform tomorrow?"

"I lost some of my stamina, but I'll be fine. With a crowd cheering, it'll be much easier. I'll get to bed early tonight." Namjoon walks away from J-hope to get water, but when he goes to bend down to get it, another wave of pain washes over him, making him stumble forward.

"Woah, i got you." Jimin grabs him by the shoulders to steady him."Here, hyung, you can have mine.." Jimin offers his water bottle, helping him to the floor. "You should rest a bit.. You haven't fully recovered yet.."

"Thanks, Jimin.." Namjoon smiles forcing his voice to sound normal despite the cramping that made him feel dizzy.

"Jimin-sii! We figured out the part where all three of us can flash our abs! Come here!" Jungkook calls to him.

"Aiish, that kid.." Jimin smiles fondly.

"Go on. I'm fine." Namjoon shoos him away before Jimin realizes he wasn't just tired. He only allows himself a minute to rest, taking small sips of water before getting up to join the olders.Yoongi and J-hope were fussing over the minor details. "No, I think we should do more center stage.."

Namjoon went to ask what they were discussing, but a stomach cramp made nothing come out but a breathy groan, taking a few steps back before they noticed he approached.

Why now...? I need to get better not worse..

"I think we should do two songs on the left stage, three center and two on the right.." Yoongi countered.

"Namjoon-ah what do you think?"

J-hope was trying to ask him for advice, but he was too focused on keeping his stomach under control, walking a bit ahead of them to keep them from looking at him. "I trust your judgment.Do whatever you think is good Hoba."

"You don't trust mine?" Yoongi tries to tease him playfully, but Namjoon's eyes widen when he feels like he just disrespected his hyung.

"No, no its not like that Yoongi..I'm sorry." Namjoon does a slight bow, not wanting to bend.

"You don't have to be sorry.. Since we got that settled, let’s go back to the hotel." Yoongi gently pushed him towards the stairs.

He must be exhausted from practice. I think he came back too soon.

"I'll round up the kids." J-hope goes to the mankae line to tell them it was time to go, having the exact same thought as Yoongi.

The next day came, but instead of feeling better, Namjoon found himself three steps back. He woke up at six in the morning, dry heaving on the bathroom floor, already empty from the salad he had for dinner that night.

He was tempted to call Jin or Yoongi to come to his room, but then the concert popped in his mind, only making him feel worse..

It must just be stress and nerves.. I was cleared.. I can't still be sick..

Namjoon continued to lie to himself as he shakily rose to his feet getting himself a cup of hot water to try to sooth his raw throat.

"I don't have time for this...the concert is tonight.." Namjoon sighs, looking at his reflection in the mirror, seeing the dark circles and red cheeks. "I look awful.."

Namjoon quickly showers, putting on another layer of make up and taking another round of medicine to try to fight off the sickness that wouldn't leave.

"Good morning Hyung, did you sleep well?"

Jimin greets him with a worried expression when they meet up together to go back to the stadium. "Me and Junggukkie went out this morning to get you vitamins to try to help your energy for tonight."

"Thanks Jiminie..i probably slept a good five hours. It's hard to sleep on the first day of a concert.. especially when we're performing a song for the first time live." Namjoon replies, trying to keep the conversation off of him.

"I'm nervous but excited." Jungkook says bouncing his leg, clearly feeling more nervous than he's letting on.

"We practiced hard. We'll do fine." J-hope reassures him, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.

Namjoon listened quietly to the others as they drove to the stadium, the others telling stories about past concerts, going over lyrics and practicing the native language. All the different conversations made his head spin.

"Are you okay Joon-ah?" J-hope asks when he sees Namjoon press his forehead into his palm.

"I'm just a little stressed, so it's giving me a headache. I'm worried about being able to keep up tonight." Namjoon couldn't say nothing was wrong.. not with J-hope. He was lucky his friend didn't catch on yesterday.

"If you want to sit on stage and just sing, you can Joon. You don't have to push yourself if you dont have the energy. I don’t want you fainting.." J-hope reassures Namjoon, squeezing his knee softly.

"Yeah joon. You shouldn't do more than you can.." Jin joins in the conversation, abandoning his conversation with Yoongi. Namjoon was more important than making sure he got the lyrics right..

"I'll see how I feel after the first few songs.. I know I'll feel stronger with army cheering. Don't worry about it. I'm just overthinking.." Namjoon tries to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal.

"Alright, but if I tell you you have to rest then you have to listen. Okay?" Jin speaks in a serious tone, not dropping it until he sees Namjoon nod.

I have to try...

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek when he feels another cramp in his stomach. "Can we go over Just one day one more time?"

Namjoon took the cocktail of vitamins to try to fight off the fatigue that made him feel dizzy.

"Here hyung.." Taehyung gives him a thermos. "To help wash it down."

"Thanks Tete.." Namjoon guessed correctly when he let the warm liquid touch his tongue. It was tea, mixed with ginseng and honey.

"No problem.. ah..hyungie, are you sure you're okay?" Taehyung asks voice thick with worry.

"I can do this. Don't worry. Just focus on the concert.." Namjoon ruffles Taehyung's hair.

"Hyung! She just did my hair.." Taehyung pouts, swatting his hand away.

"Oh, sorry.. I didn't think of that." Namjoon lies. He knew exactly what he was doing. Getting rid of Taehyung before he got a closer look at him.

"It's okay. I'll get it redone." Taehyung returns to the stylist, bowing in apology.

Namjoon goes to his makeup stylist. "I'm sorry..I tried helping by doing a basic layer.." he was safe as long as staff was working on getting him ready. He just needed to do his best to not stick out before sound check.

Soundcheck came, all seven boys going on stage together, starting with just singing spring day then dancing to Fire. Spring day went smoothly, but when it came to the next song, he found himself out of sync, when he dropped low he couldn't jump back up as quickly as the others and no matter what he did go try to fix it, all the jumps made his stomach hate him even more.

Namjoon knew the choreography perfectly. They've done it multiple times at many concerts, award shows, even just as a warm-up during practices, but he just couldn't concentrate. He picked up his mistake right away, guilt churning in his stomach as he tries to correct himself, but he couldn't get himself back on track. He lost the beat.

Sh*t..fu*k..!

He tried to follow the movements of the others, nearly missing his part to rap when he notices everyone move back.

Namjoon closed his eyes, focusing on only the music, ignoring everything else. The pain in his stomach, the throbbing headache, the chills that kept making him shiver. No..no..I can do this..

His mind and his body weren't in agreement. He ran into Jin when he was trying to switch positions, but both boys pretended nothing happened.

Namjoon felt tears swelling up, each wrong step weighing heavier than the last, making him feel worse. I can't do this...

Namjoon had to get off the stage, but in his feverish state he ends up going the wrong way, nearly stepping off the stage, army squealing to see him so close, some trying to grab him.

"No Namjoon-ah!" J-hope is the one to grab hold of him, pulling him by the back of his jacket.

"Hoseok-Ah, what's wrong?" Namjoon jumps when he feels J-hope grab the back of his jacket, noticing the end of the stage quickly backing up two steps. "Oh sh*t!"

"Namjoon-ah.." J-hope moves in front of Namjoon to look into his eyes, noticing they don't focus on him, looking glassy. "Joon, are you okay?"

Namjoon quickly looks away when he sees J-hope's panicked expression, but it is too late, he's already checking him over placing the back of his hand across his forehead.

"Namjoonie, your fevers returned.." J-hope states, sucking his breath through his teeth. "You're burning up with fever. "

"I'm fine." Namjoon pushes his hand away. "It's just the stage lights. It's hot here."

"Then why didn't you take off your jacket if it's so hot?" Yoongi was done with his excuses. Hw takes Namjoon's hand, pulling him backstage. "Hoba, please handle things up here.."

J-hope nods, going by Seokjin. "We aren't doing the small talk with army.

"Why? What's wrong?" Seokjin asks as soon as J-hope approaches when he notices Yoongi and Namjoon leaving the stage.

"Namjoon is still sick..Yoongi went to take care of him.." J-hope answers, bowing to army when he passes them.

Jin wanted to follow Yoongi but knew they couldn't just abruptly leave. They had to be professional. He gathers the remaining members to quickly say goodbye to the army, trying his best to hide the concern.

"Stay here for a bit, we'll handle things backstage.." j-hope orders the younger members.

"Love you army!" Jimin yells into the mic, giving a thumbs up to j-hope.

"Sorry..." Jungkook apologize into his.

Seokjin goes backstage to find Yoongi striping Namjoon out of the jean jacket he was wearing. "Yoongi, how is he?"

"Namjoonie is running a high fever.." Yoongi explains, taking a towel to wipe the sweat from Namjoon’s face. "I can't believe I didn't notice until now."

"It's not a big deal.." Namjoon says softly, not having the energy to fight off Yoongi removing his shoes and socks.

"Be quiet Namjoon-ah.. let me take care of you." Yoongi gently orders him. "Joon, did you bring any medicine with you?"

Namjoon nods, Seokjin quickly going to find where the young rapper put it. He finds the liquid medicine Namjoon shoved in his bag pouring some out for him to drink.

"Hyungie is still sick?" Jungkook runs towards them.

"Did you explain things to army?"

"I did my best without trying to worry them.."

"I tried too, but they see right through my lies."Taehyung bows his head in apology. "I'm sorry hyung.."

"It's fine Hyung. They'd find out sooner or later." Yoongi takes the medicine from Seokjin, tipping the cup to Namjoon's lips.

Namjoon tries to swallow, but it doesn't make it past his throat before his breakfast from this morning makes a reappearance, heaving loudly as the half digested rice sprays across the floor before anyone has time to react.

"Sh*t..Sh*t Joon.." Yoongi looks around with widened eyes for something for him to get sick in before the next retching comes.

J-hope feels nauseous when he hears it, backing up slowly. Namjoon feels his stomach knot up even more with guilt when he sees him fleeing, along with seeing the mess he's made, some of the white mush hitting Yoongi's shoes. "I..i..so..rrp-" He burps up more sick puffing up his cheeks, refusing to let more hit the already soiled floor.

Seokjin provides him with one placing it in front of Namjoon, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. it's not your fault.."

Namjoon allows the sick to fill the bin, gripping the small bin, his knuckles turning white. His stomach churns again, pushing up watery liquid. "Hyung...it h..hurts.." he says in a breathy whimper as his body continues, heaving not allowing him any breaks to breathe.

"I know, Joonah, I know.. it'll be over soon.. just try to take deep breaths.. you're hyperventilating, sweetie.."

"I..i..I ca..." Namjoon coughs, gagging up nothing but foamy salvia.

"You need to try.." Yoongi gently urges him.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, whimpering when he feels the pain burning his sides.

"That's it, good, good..." Seokjin let's go of the breath didn't even realize he was holding when he hears Namjoon's retching dying down, leaving the rapper trembling and fighting to catch his breath.

Seokjin gently peels Namjoons fingers from the waste bin, gently pulling him back away from the mess. "Here Joon-ah..lay down baby.. it's okay.."

Seokjin places Namjoon's head in his lap, gently moving his plastered bangs from his forehead, gently rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s temple"There is that any better?"

"I..I'm dizzy..an..and the f..floor is c.cold..Hyung.." Namjoon murmurs, clinging to Seokjin's waist. The oldest vocalist gets startled by his sudden affection.

"Oh Joon-ah, you're really not doing well.." Yoongi takes the towel to wipe the sweat off of Namjoon's skin.

"We need to get him to a hospital.." Seokjin motions for the staff who's been watching the scene, but Namjoon grabs his wrist.

"I'll..I'll be okay in a few minutes..no..no hospital..i have to perform.." Namjoon coughs, his throat still burning.

"Hyungie.. you can't.. you're sick.." Jungkook kneels down in front of him. "I know how hard it is to sit out, but you can't perform .."

"I won't m.mmess up th..this time.." Namjoon whimpers out the words.

"No one cares you messed up, baby. You just can't perform in this condition.." Seokjin tries to stroke his hair but Namjoon pushes his hand away.

Namjoon sits up, swaying into Seokjin. "I..I have to! We've all been practicing for months, we've been getting army ex..exci..ted.. I..I can't d..disappoi.." His voice breaks off in a sob when his stomach turns into a ball of anxiety, clutching his stomach.

Jungkook hugs onto his ailing hyung. "Don't cry it's okay..it's..we understand, and so does army. You can't help it if you're sick.." he strokes Namjoon's back, feeling the heat radiating off of him. "You're gonna make yourself worse..pleaSe..?" The last word cracks as he breaks into a sob.

"Kook-ah don't.." Namjoon whispers.

Don't cry because of me..I've already ruined enough.. you still have to sing tonight..

"Hyungie I'm..I'm sorry.." Jungkook lip quivers, voice coming out as a shaky whimper when he feels Namjoon growing heavier in his arms the shivering worsening. "Namjoon-ah!"

"I..I'm..I'm okay..ju..jus..dizty..." Namjoon's words come out slurred, pressing his forehead into his shoulder.

"We need to cool him down.. could I have an ice pack?" Seokjin asks staff, already having some on hand. "Thank you.." he bows his head as he take one, placing it on the nape of Namjoon's neck after wrapping it in a towel.

"That's cold..!" Namjoon whines, clinging closer to the warm mankae.

"It's okay Hyung...I got you.." Jungkook rubs Namjoon’s shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension out wanting to do something to help. "You gotta rel..relax a little okay..?" His voice trembled with the tears that could not control.

Namjoon takes a few deep breaths, enduring the cold. I gotta..or I can't perform..

Jungkook sniffles, wiping his nose, feeling his heart and getting lighter when Namjoon stops leaning on him so heavily, the shivers becoming less violent. "I..I think it's working..'

"Sorry Jungkook-ah.." Namjoon murmurs an apology. "I..I'm good now.."

"Don't be sorry Hyungie.. it's okay. Lean on me as much as you want.."

Namjoon shakes his head. "No.. no..I'm being..a big baby..not your hyung.. You guys are right..I can't do this.."

Jungkook feels the tension in his body loosen when he hears Namjoon sounding more like himself. "It's okay.."

"Hyung...hyung listen!" Taehyung blurts out everyone getting quiet to listen.

"Kim Namjoon..It's okay!" The stadium were all cheering over and over.

Namjoon smiles softly. "Seems you're right Koo.."

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