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amhrosina · 2 years ago

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Worth the Risk - Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This was requested by @brookiecookiez0 and I lovedddd writing it. I changed the request a little, but me and the requester talked about it and she was okay with the changes I made! This is my first official Peter Parker fic. I hope you enjoy it!

Requests are open!

Summary: Peter is your best friend, but you think your feelings go beyond that. After a bad day, you must face your feelings for Peter as he tries to console you.

(Warnings: mentions of a parent who died, other than that, none that I can think of)

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” You groaned, running a hand through your hair.

“You’re being completely unreasonable.” Peter’s voice was high in disbelief.

“I cannot believe you stopped at Dunkin and didn’t get me a donut, Peter. What kind of friend does that?” You flopped backwards onto your bed, acting exasperated.

“I asked you before I left if you wanted anything, and you said no!” His hands were frantically waving in the air.

You let out a giggle. “That was before I knew you were going to Dunkin!”

He sighed, flopping down next to you on the bed.

“You can have half of my donut, if you want.”

“I��d love half of your donut, thank you very much.”

He smiled, tearing his donut in half. You reached up to grab your half, but he shoved it into your face, smearing the blue icing on your nose.

“Peter!” You groaned.

Peter’s laugh echoed across your bedroom.

“You look...like...an angry Smurf!” He let out inbetween gasps, clutching his stomach.

“That’s Smurfette to you, buddy.” You laughed, wiping off your nose and licking your fingers.

When he finally finished laughing, he stuffed his half of the donut into his mouth. He had come over to help you study for your upcoming chemistry exam, your absolute least favorite class. You knew Peter would be able to help you, considering he went to a super smart science school. He was also probably the smartest person you’d ever met.

You reached over, pulling your chemistry textbook out of your backpack.

“Okay, science boy. Teach me.”

Peter spent two hours explaining the unit to you, though you only listened to about half of what he said. You kept getting distracted, thinking about how handsome he looked when he started talking about science. His eyes would get bright with passion, and he’d subconsciously start speaking faster. You tried to snap yourself out of it, but it was no use. You couldn’t help that your best friend was hot, though that excuse probably wouldn’t go over well with your chemistry teacher.

Peter began throwing things into his backpack, packing the materials he had brought with him.

“You doing anything later?” He asked, watching you read through a paragraph in your notes.

“Not that I know of,” you reply, glancing up at him, “Why?”

“Just wondering.” He shrugged. “Can I change in your bathroom?”

You nod, directing your attention back to the notes in front of you.

He came out a few minutes later, fully suited in his spider suit, minus the mask. You tried not to stare at him as he made his way to the window. His ass looked great in the suit. You shook your head, startled by the thought that just crossed your mind.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” He was climbing through the window now, mask securely on his head.

“Be careful!” You called after him as he leaped from the windowsill.

When you found out Peter was the friendly neighborhood Spider Man, you hadn’t been completely surprised. He was in and out a lot, would show up with various injuries on his body, and if you were being honest, wasn’t the best at being discreet. You had figured he was doing something hero-like.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. You were walking home from school when you heard a crash and what sounded suspiciously close to Peter cursing. You followed the sound down an alley and stumbled across Peter, half dressed and bouncing on one foot as he pulled the spider suit on.

You stared at him, dumbfounded and at a loss for words, until he noticed you standing there, clutching your schoolbooks. He froze, and you giggled softly, which quickly turned into full-fledged laughter. When you could finally breath again, you wiped a tear from your eye and said, “This isn’t half as bad as what I thought you’ve been up to recently.”

Your friendship had quickly evolved after that. Peter liked having a friend other than Ned that he could talk to about his hero stuff. He loved Ned, but sometimes he needed someone to ground him, not amp him up. You liked that Peter was a constant in your life, always there when you needed a laugh or a shoulder to cry on. He was your closest friend, and you were genuinely grateful that he’d spilled his coffee all over you at the library a few years ago.

You smiled at the memory of your first-time meeting. He had apologized so much that you had finally asked him if he knew anything about biology, just to get him to shut up. Thus, your friendship with him was born.

You tried and failed to study for your chemistry exam after he left. Your dad would just have to deal with your C-average. A few hours later, you were getting ready for bed when your phone rang. It was, of course, Peter. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone else had called you.

“Hey, Spidey. What’s up?” You put the phone on speaker and continued rubbing lotion into your skin.

“Hey.” His voice was soft as he murmured your name. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

A blush stained your cheeks, and you were eternally grateful that he wasn’t here to see it.

“You didn’t get enough of it earlier?” You question, crawling into bed.

“Of you? Never.”

You and Peter talked about nothing and everything for hours, eventually falling asleep to the sound of each other’s voices. The next morning when you woke up for school, the call was still going. You sighed as you hung up. You really needed to figure out your feelings about him. Peter was everything you could ask for as your friend, but did you want to put that at risk by letting yourself think about something more with him?

A couple weeks later, your chemistry test came back with an angry, red “D+” written on the top of it. Your teacher held you back after class and told you that he would be speaking with your dad about your grades. You trudged home, knowing you’d hear about it, and boy, were you right about that.

It had been two hours, and your dad was still lecturing you about the importance of good grades for college admissions.

“I have A’s and B’s in all my other classes. One stupid science class isn’t going to keep me from getting into college!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms up for emphasis. “I don’t even start applying until next year!”

Your dad shook his head. His disappointment in you was written all over his face. Nothing was ever good enough for him. Ever since your mom died, it was hard to get his attention about anything, other than your poor grades, apparently.

“I raised you better than,” he shook the test in your face, “whatever this is. Until you bring your grades up, no social outings. You go to school, and you come straight home.”

You turned, trying not to stomp out of the room like a child. “That’s fine,” you called over your shoulder, “It’s not like I have anything going on in my life anyways!”

“No Peter, either.”

You swung around, facing your dad.

“Excuse me?” You asked. You could feel tears pricking the back of your eyes. Your dad knew that Peter was your only real friend. Sure, you had acquaintances from school, but no one was as close to you as Peter.

“You heard me. No Peter until you fix this. Ever since he started coming around, you’ve gotten careless. On the phone at all hours of the night, texting him every second of the day. No more.”

“But Peter’s trying to help me!” Your voice cracked. It was getting harder to hold back the tears.

“Enough. No more Peter. We’ll discuss it again when you bring your grade up.”

You closed your bedroom door behind you. You couldn’t believe your dad would ground you from your best friend. You curled up into a ball on your bed, finally letting the tears fall.

A noise woke up from a restless sleep. You sat up, ready to throw something towards the noise, but relaxed when you saw Peter crawling through the window. It was dark out, so you must’ve been asleep for a few hours. Your eyes drooped, watching him softly close the window behind him. He was in your favorite sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. You slumped back down, whispering, “You have to be really quiet. My dad grounded me from you today.”

“I know,” he crawled onto the bed, lying down next to you, “I heard you arguing earlier. I came by to see how you did on your test and overheard it.”

You cringed with embarrassment, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

He gently brought your hands down, intertwining his fingers in yours.

“Are you okay?”

You let out a soft laugh and then groaned. “I don’t know. I feel like I can’t do anything right with him anymore. Since Mom died, he’s been a hardass. This chemistry test was just the tipping point.”

Your eyes welled with tears for the second time that day.

“Hey,” he murmured softly, “don’t cry, okay? I’ll help you bring your grade back up. Don’t worry about it. It’ll all be fine.”

He brought a hand to your face, using the back of his knuckles to wipe away your tears.

“What did I ever do to deserve you, Peter?” You mumble, resting your free hand on his wrist.

He smiled, leaning forward. Your breath hitched as he left a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. He didn’t lean back, and your heart pounded at the thought of him kissing you. Your lips were inches away from touching, and you resisted the urge to smash your lips against his.

Slowly, he moved forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, relishing the feeling you’d probably never forget.

“What was that for?” You kept your eyes closed, not wanting to face rejection, if that’s what was coming next.

“I felt like kissing you.” He shrugged, “I’ve wanted to for a while. Was it okay?”

“Mhmm,” you sigh, content to stay in this moment forever.

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Please,” you murmur.

He brought his lips to yours again, this time more heated than the last. You leaned into him, placing your palm on his cheek.

When you broke apart, his eyes were warm and bright. You were both smiling at each other like fools.

“You know you’re going to have to climb in through my window for the next month. My dad was serious when he said I’m not supposed to see you.”

Peter dropped his head, sighing. “I know. I think I use the window more than the door anyways.”

You laughed out loud, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth. Peter stifled his laugh, turning onto his stomach and digging his face into your pillow.

Yeah, you thought, this was definitely worth the risk.

End Note: I really hope you enjoyed this! I sort of see Tom's Peter as a soft!boy, so writing him was a welcome reprieve from the blood and guts of the other characters I write for!

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starryevermore · 2 years ago

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I got a chris Evans imagine Idea

Chris and Y/N meet for the first time in the supermarket. She is in the USA for the first time and doesn't know her way around so well yet... good that Chris is there and likes to help her. By the way Dodger also falls in love directly with Y/N

not being from the u.s. and meeting chris ✧ chris evans

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request: I got a chris Evans imagine Idea Chris and Y/N meet for the first time in the supermarket. She is in the USA for the first time and doesn't know her way around so well yet... good that Chris is there and likes to help her. By the way Dodger also falls in love directly with Y/N - anon

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

word count: 372

warnings?: fluff, not proofread

it was a complete accident, meeting chris. you were at a target, looking for things for your new home. you’d only recently moved to the united states, and you were still in need of a lot of the basic necessities.

you were distracted by the large assortment of coffee makers, pushing your shopping cart down the aisle, when your cart ran straight into another’s.

“oh, i’m so sorry!” you said, looking at the person you ran into.

he was a tall man, a nasa hat on his head, shielding most of his face, a tight t-shirt showing off all his muscles. he said, “it’s no problem. i should’ve been paying more attention.”

oh, he had, perhaps, the hottest accent you’d ever heard. maybe it was just him, though. because no one else you had spoken to in boston turned you on with just the sound of their voice.

“i should say the same, then,” you said. “but, hey, while i got you here, do you have any recommendations for a coffee maker?”

“my recommendation? go to dunks.”

“dunks?”

“yeah, dunkin’ donuts,” he said. “are you new here?”

“yeah, just moved to the states,” you said.

“well, hey, if you’re up for it, you wanna go get some coffee and let me convince you that dunks is the only place to get coffee.”

“i would love that.”

and, well, that was the start of a most wonderful relationship.

you quickly learned that the man you ran into was none other than chris evans. and he, as it turned out, was more than happy to be your tour guide. he showed you every place he loved in boston, all of the hidden gems and best local spots.

he introduced you to his sweet dog, dodger. and oh, you loved that dog with all your heart and soul. you weren’t sure if you were a bigger fan of going on a “dunks run” with chris or going with chris as he took dodger on his daily walk.

it was easy, falling in love with chris. and, so it seemed, he felt the same, because just a few short months after he ran into you, he officially asked you.

and, well, the rest was history.

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thespineoftherighteous · 3 years ago

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foxes in the early morning

Dan wakes up pretty early in general and she's usually good about it but if she has to get up earlier than her typical time she'll be completely off until she's had at least one coffee. she'll just sit at the counter/table with her arms wrapped around her mug, staring into nothing and taking sips until her nose touches her drink

we all know Kevin is a monster (heh) in the morning but Aaron and matt are also both Sleepy Boys and it takes them a good half an hour to be able to function without being sluggish and a further fifteen minutes to be able to hold a decent conversation..

Andrew has a compilation of videos of Aaron in the so-early-its-still-dark-out morning and on one hand he's all soft and rubbing his eyes and shuffling around in the kitchen but also have you ever seen a Roomba where it bumps into something and then turns a few degrees and bumps into it again and keeps doing it and you just watch it wondering why tf it's like that? yeah that's what the kid looks like bumping into the counter and that is why Andrew takes the videos

Neil and bedhead. it's just, it's everywhere. and it stays like that for at least an hour or until someone fixes it for him

it's canon that it's impossible for Kevin to stay awake and the others have pictures of him falling asleep literally everywhere: on the bus, in the airport, in his locker room stall, in the elevator to their hotel rooms, on Dan's shoulder etc

Allison in the mornings is either customarily glamorous as per or casually glamorous in that she has her hair up in a messy bun and is dressed in loose sweatpants and Dan's hoodie

kevin's morning voice.

Nicky is usually quiet right after he wakes up but as his energy starts to build he starts talking more and more

Aaron is *that* bitch, the one that's always got a massive iced coffee in the morning and it does not leave their hand until it's finished

when they're waiting at airports or in the lounge, Renee always uses Matt to lean on and rest against and he takes his position very seriously and is very protective of it

matt. and. tired. boi. grins. oh my goodness. like. he's dressed in sweats with the hood pulled up and is blinking more than should be necessary and he doesn't really look like he's processing anything anyone is saying to him but then he'll suddenly slip into a grin that's sideways and messy but doesn't lack any of the typical matt boyd glory

Nicky's decision making in the mornings is generally not the best. whenever he tries to deny this, the others will offer a reminder of that time he went to the Dunkin in the airport to get coffee for Aaron and Dan and came back with an additional two dozen strawberry frosted donuts, with sprinkles ("tHeY wErE hAvInG a DeAl")

Kevin and Allison are not allowed to be near each other or to interact for a minimum of an hour after waking up or they WILL scratch each other's eyes out (coach made this an official rule after Allison threatened to do some things to Kevin with a spork that had even Andrew raising his eyebrows, all because Kevin "accidentally" threw her silk eye mask out the bus window)

everybody hates Neil in the morning because, even if they are not particularly bad morning people, nobody should be that willing to run around mere minutes after waking up

if it's early enough, aaron's southern accent literally jumps out (idek anymore if he actually has one but)

Allison: *that* iced coffee bitch part 2

Renee has the cutest freaking yawns. like she'll be dressed in a long sweatshirt and have sweater paws and drag the back of her hand up to her mouth and it's so adorable

no matter how much sleep he gets, Andrew always wakes up with circles under his eyes

when it's one of those times when they have to get up early to get on the bus and it's just a matter of keeping themselves awake long enough to crash again on the bus seats, Nicky will just run on autopilot which means that most of his sentences come out either at least 65% Spanish or an incomprehensible combination of German, English and Spanish mashed together

similarly, in the same situations, Kevin's sentences will come out at least 65% profanity. but, like, a lot of the time it's not even insulting profanity, it's just how he talks. and it's canon that matt and dan will antagonize him when he's like this but the monsters just ignore it and let him diva out to cleanse it from his system

(imagine: it's early as shit but all they have to do is go down to the entrance of fox tower and get on the bus and they're already packed and shit so you'd think there's not too much to be able to complain about but nope. "where is my fucking bag? oh there you are, you bastard" "who the fuck is in the bathroom?" "why the fuck is it still dark out?" "which of you motherfuckers took my banana? son of a bitch")

kevin's usually much better after he eats something so either Renee or Andrew will try to get food in his system as soon as it's possible

it's usually easier to differentiate between the twins if it's early enough because Aaron could not give lesser of a shit about fixing his hair at 4:30 in the morning and even if he's got his hood pulled up you can still see the mess of curls spilling out of it

matt literally does not remember a single thing that happens within the first fifteen minutes of him waking up. Neil (ever the asshole) started taking advantage of this by getting matt to agree to things that he normally never would've (cue my poor boy being hella confused when Neil pulls out an insurance video of him agreeing to go with Neil on a ten mile run)

Aaron has this thing to wake himself up where he listens to rock music in his headphones and gradually gradually increases the volume until it's blasting and he's wide awake...the others think it's brutal but it seems to work

after spending years worth of mornings together, they've all learned how to understand the others in their incomprehensible state and have developed a bit of a minimalistic 'language' of sorts that involves mostly half finished sentences and odd noises..nobody else truly understands it, although Wymack is slowly building up his fluency

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charlies-gillespie · 4 years ago

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it’s time | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader is about six months pregnant with Charlie’s baby. she realizes that she isn’t able to hide her baby bump much longer and thinks that it’s time to tell people ... “i can’t hide my bump any longer. i think we need to tell people”

requested: yes

length: short

rating: PG

warnings: pregnancy talk

!! NOT MY GIF !!

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author’s note: “mo ghra” means “my love” in gaelic (or irish i guess you could say)

Your alarm screams at you to get up for the day. Groaning, you turn and snooze the alarm. You scoot back and lean against the headboard of the bed. You rub your ever expanding belly and smile.

The door opens to your bedroom and you see your fiancé walk into the room with an iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts. He also carries a bag with the cup of iced coffee.

Charlie crawls onto the bed and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Good morning, baby,” he says. He leans down and presses a kiss to your belly. “Good morning, nugget.”

“You got breakfast?” you ask, eyeing up the cup of iced coffee on the bedside table.

He nods and says, “Mhm. I thought I would go and get breakfast for you before we head out to meet up with Owen, Jeremy, Mads, and Jadah.” You promised them that the six of you would go to Disneyland today. You can’t go on any ride, and you don’t know how you’ll explain that to the guys, Mads, and Jadah, but you’re excited to go to Disney.

You lean up and press a soft kiss to Charlie’s lips before you say, “You’re the best. Thank you, mo ghra.” He loves when you call him by his nickname, especially with your broken Irish accent.

Charlie hands you the coffee and the bag before he gets up and walks to the closet. He goes to find something to wear. It’s going to be hot today. You can’t hide your bump under a hoodie like you have been doing, or under one of Charlie’s t-shirts.

As you eat, Charlie puts on his light blue and white tie die cutoff tank top with a pair of dark blue shorts. He puts on flip flops. You enjoy the view while you eat.

When you finish, you get up and go pee like you do every few hours at this point. You flush the toilet and brush out your hair, tying it up in a messy ponytail behind your head. You walk into the bedroom to see Charlie sipping your coffee. “Hey!” you say. “That’s mine!”

Your fiancé says, “I was just taking a sip! That’s all.”

A laugh passes your lips before you go to the closet and try to find something to wear for today. You try one of Charlie’s big shirts but it’s very obvious that you’re pregnant in that shirt. Then you try a button up shirt, but you very obviously look like you’re pregnant in that shirt.

“I can’t hide my bump any longer. I think we need to tell people,” you say before turning toward Charlie. “I look very pregnant in every shirt that I try on.” You’re pouting now, dreading this moment. You’ve popped a lot in the past few days. Plus, you’ve always been sitting when going out when the group. You’re going to be walking around all day.

Charlie looks at you and says, “I’ve been waiting for this moment. If any fans are at Disney, they’re going to see your belly.”

You say, “We’ve only managed to get away with not telling anyone because I’ve always been sitting and have been able to make the clothes look extra baggy. I’m going to be standing all day.”

He gets off the bed and walks up to you. “Are you okay with everyone knowing?” Charlie asks. “We can tell Owen, Jer, Mads, and Jadah today then later on we can make an official announcement on our social medias since our families already know.”

With a nod, you say, “Yeah. I’m okay with everyone knowing. They’d know sooner or later when we showed up with a baby in less than three months.”

Your fiancé laughs and says, “That’s very true.” Someone knocks on the front door of your Venice Beach house and Charlie leaves the room to answer it. You look out the window to see Owen and Jeremy’s cars parked outside. You sigh and pick something out of your closet.

You grab a white tank top to put under a thin blue and white flannel tank top. You put on black shorts with an expandable waistband to fit your growing belly. You put on sneakers.

“Y/N!” Charlie calls. “Let’s go! Traffic is getting bad.” You grab your phone and with a sigh, you head down the stairs.

No one is in the living room so you call out, “Charlie?”

He calls back, “Den!” You waddle your way to the den. Everyone looks over at you. Owen’s eyes widen.

Madison says, “Oh my God. You’re pregnant? And you didn’t tell us?”

You smile and Charlie walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We didn’t tell anyone except our families when we first found out,” Charlie explains.

Owen says, “I’m going to be an uncle and you didn’t tell me?”

The group laughs and Jadah says, “Congratulations, Y/N. You’re both going to be amazing parents.”

Charlie kisses your cheek and you smile wide. The six of you pile into Charlie’s car to drive an hour to Disneyland.

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brelione · 4 years ago

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Now That You’re Gone (The Best Boys)

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NOT MY GIF

warnings:mentions of drugs, death, not proof read.also im pretty sure this is the longest chapter in the series.

You didnt really remember coming back inside, waking up on the kitchen floor with your phone playing some random playlist.You slowly got up, looking into the living room.Rafe and Kelce were missing, Topper on the floor with his legs on the couch, drool on his chin.

You groaned, stumbling upstairs. “Kelce?”You called out, wondering if he had left. “WHAT?”He shouted from your bedroom, holding one of your pillows to his chest. “Nothing.”You replied, opening the door of the guest room as you searched for Rafe.

He was half asleep, eyes closing every couple of seconds as he stared at his phone, not even unlocking it yet. “Rafe?”You asked.He hummed, opening his eyes all the way. “Wha??”He asked, clearing his throat. “Just making sure you’re awake.”You replied, making your way back downstairs.

You didnt even question why Kelce was sleeping on your bed or why Topper was sleeping in the position that he was.It didnt seem that weird to you.But you couldnt understand why you had woken up on your kitchen floor with your phone playing music, feeling how hot the screen was.It had to have been playing for hours.You went to your texts, frowning when you saw a whole conversation that you couldnt recall having.

Unknown:She passed away this morning, the service is gonna be in mid august in venice.

You:What’d she pass from?

Unknown:Stroke.

You:Why is the service going to be so far from now?

Unknown:Cremation

You:wtf she never wanted cremation

Unknown:Thats what she said she wanted

You didnt need any context to know exactly what he was talking about.You werent surprised either, not feeling anything.You werent even shocked.You just sat there for a minute, letting out a sigh before checking all your other notifications.

Money was being transferred into your bank account, already having an additional 30k.You didnt even want to go to the funeral, it was stupid anyways.She had just left you like the selfish bitch she was.You got off the floor, going back up into your room.Kelce was more awake now, sitting up and scrolling through his instagram.

“You okay?”He asked, noticing how you were walking a bit sideways almost like you were drunk.You hummed, opening your drawers and pulling out the first thing you saw.You quickly pulled off the shirt you were already wearing, too tired and disoriented to care that you werent wearing anything under it and that you were covered in hickies.

Kelce shriekedk, burying his face into the pillow.You ignored him, pulling on some baggy jeans. “Are you done?”He asked, voice muffled by the pillow. “My mom’s dead.”You replied, shrugging your shoulders.He frowned, looking up at you and studying your face, trying to figure out if you were serious.

“Im sorry, sunshine.You okay?”He asked, opening his arms.You nodded, hugging him. “Yeah...its just...I dont know, is its bad that I dont miss her?It just feels wrong.”You admitted.Kelce nodded, understanding.

“No, no, its fine, babes.She wasnt in your life that much so its totally normal.I think its good that you’re not upset, it means that you let go of that toxic part of your life.”He squeezed your shoulder lightly.You nodded, not sure if you believed him or not.

“Yeah, I guess.”You shrugged, pulling out of the hug. “Im gonna go downstairs.”You told him, leaving your room and going down the steps, seeing Topper now completely on the floor.His eyes opened, looking up at you. “Hi.”He grinned, flipping onto his stomach.

You just looked down at him before heading into your kitchen, opening your fridge and pouring yourself a cup of juice, grabbing your vitamins and downing them with a sip of juice, sitting at your kitchen table.Topper frowned, getting up and stretching his long limbs, cracking his knuckles before coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

You just sighed, leaning your head against his arm. “Did you sleep okay?”He asked, trying to figure out what was off about you.You just shrugged, looking up at him. “Did you sleep in one of the guest rooms?”He asked.You shook your head, turning in your seat so you could rest your arms on the chair.

His face wasnt far away from yours now, his casted arm resting on the chair as well. “Are the boys still asleep?”He asked. “Nope.”You answered.He glanced over at the staircase, almost like he was making sure they werent watching him.

“Do you wanna do something today?”He asked, kissing your forehead lightly. “Like what?”You asked, not sure what he was planning in his mind. “I dunno...do you want to drive?”He suggested, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

You raised your eyebrows, surprised he’d even suggest such a thing. “Drive where?”You asked, curious.He shrugged, biting on his bottom lip. “We could go to Barnes and Noble or to Dunkin Donuts...we could go thrifting or rock hunting.”He grinned, tapping his fingers along the chair.You didnt know why it happened or why you got the sudden urge to do what you did, leaning up and kissing him.

He was surprised at first, freezing up for a moment before calming himself, his fingers lightly grazing your waist.He pulled back for a second, biting his lip and taking in a deep breath.You didnt say anything, messing around with his hair.

He let out a soft sigh, leaning down again, kissing you gently.Rafe made his way down the stairs, glancing into the kitchen before doing a double take, eyes widening.He just stood there for a second, gripping the railing.He quickly turned around, heading back upstairs.Fucking hell.You pulled away from Topper, his thumb running over your cheekbone, his face a bit pink. “So...Barnes and Noble?”You asked.

Topper jogged upstairs, grabbing his wallet, turning around and seeing Rafe standing in the doorway of the guest room. “Topper, why?”Rafe asked, sighing.Topper raised his eyebrows. “Why what?”He asked, feeling himself tense up.

“You cant-you cant just….”Rafe muttered, realising there wasnt much he could say.THe two of you werent official, he wasnt allowed to be mad.Topper walked past him, heading towards your bedroom to talk to Kelce. “(Y/N) and I are heading to the bookstore, you want anything?”Topper asked.Kelce raised his eyebrows, looking down at his phone.

“Did she tell you what happened?”Kelce asked.Topper shook his head, confused. “Her mum died...dont tell her that I told you, I think she needs a good distraction.”Kelce got up, patting Topper on the shoulder.Kelce was heading towards Rafe, figuring that he should know too.

“Why wouldnt she want Topper and I to know?”Rafe asked.Kelce shrugged, not knowing an actual answer.THat explained why you started showing a ton of affection towards Topper, you just needed something to occupy your mind.But Rafe could occupy your mind so much better.What did Topper have that Rafe didnt?Blonde hair?

You werent as nervous to drive anymore, knowing to take the back roads.Topper had the volume of the radio at 5, playing some music from his old study playlist.It was mainly indie music and anything that made him feel like a main character even though he would never admit it.

He was looking out his window at the passing trees, looking over to you every couple of seconds.The Barnes and Noble in Outer Banks was on the smaller side since not a lot of people went to it.You pulled into the parking lot, letting out a sigh of relief. “You okay?”Topper chuckled, reaching over and squeezing your hand. “Yeah.”You replied, smiling at him.

THe two of you entered the store, seeing the table of best sellers and new releases.He gripped your hand tightly, guiding you over to the fantasy section.His other arm was resting in his sling, looking over the different titles. “I know that they have a uh….uh….shit.Loki!They have a Loki book!”He exclaimed, proud of himself.You smiled, your thumb tapping his palm as your eyes scanned over all the book covers.You turned around, looking at the other shelf when something else caught your eye.

“Rafe-are you serious right now?I thought you were trying to get clean!”Kelce exclaimed, seeing the other lines that Rafe had prepared for himself.Rafe shrugged, leaning down towards the countertop when Kelce smacked the side of his head.

“RAFE!What the hell is wrong with you?Put the bill down, now.”Kelce demanded.Rafe glared at him for a moment, tossing the twenty onto the countertop before stepping back. “What?”Rafe asked, taking in a deep breath. “Talk to me, man.You’re doing this for a reason, right?Why dont you just tell me the reason.”Kelce suggested, sitting down at the counter across from Rafe.

“FUCKING TOPPPER IS THE REASON, ALRIGHT?”Rafe shouted, slamming his fists down. “HE’S NOT RIGHT FOR HER!HES NOT!AND I COME DOWN STAIRS AND HES ALL OVER HERE AND ITS FUCKING DISGUSTING!HE GETS ALL FUCKING PISSED WHENEVER IM AROUND HER BUT WHENEVER HE DOES IT ITS FINE.AND-AND NOW I CANT-I CANT BE ALONE AGAIN!HE CANT TAKE HER AWAY!”Rafe shouted, his voice getting squeaky and his eyes getting watery. “And I know-I know that I cant be mad at him but its so hard!Do you think she even cares about me?Like at all?”Rafe asked, hands shaking as he reached for the dollar bill again.

Kelce gripped his wrist, shaking his head. “Rafe, dont.You cant just snort some coke and have all your problems go away.She does care about you, I can promise you that.But its not her job to constantly validate you, you gotta do that for yourself.And we cant be dependent on her all the time, its not good for her and its not good for any of us.I shouldnt have done what i did last night but to be honest I think we were all in the wrong.This cant tear us all apart and be honest with yourself, you knew this would happen too.I always knew she was gonna have to pick one of us, I fucking knew it.Theres no way we can all be happy, everyones gonna be upset no matter what and as much as it sucks its the truth.But is coke gonna fix any of that?No.”Kelce finished, staring back at Rafe.

He was speechless, a few tears slipping down his face. “Im pretty sure she doesnt even want a relationship.Dont tell her that I told you this, okay?But….in the hospital elevator she told me that she didnt want to date you.I dont think she wants to date anyone and we’re gonna have to respect that.Fuck, im contradicting myself, arent I?I doesnt matter.I dont think any of us are stable to be in a relationship, we’re all so fucked up right now.”Kelce thought out loud, letting out a sigh.

“Kelce.”Rafe choked out, taking in a shaky breath.Kelce raised his eyebrows, not sure what to expect. “The thing that (Y/N) and I have isnt the same as the thing you guys have.After yesterday I thought-I thought she saw me different, you know?I just...I thought I was special.”Rafe muttered, pinching his nostrils shut.Kelce frowned, not really understanding. “What did you do yesterday?”Kelce asked, thinking of all the possibilities and hoping he wasnt right.Rafe huffed, trembling as he spoke. “We slept together.”He replied, watching Kelce’s eyes widen, jaw dropping.

You and Topper stood in line, seeing his eyes widen when he saw Pope Heyward and JJ Maybank only a few feet away, the two of them bickering as they looked at notebooks.Topper almost let a rude comment slip out, reminding himself that he was with you.

JJ looked over his shoulder, smacking Pope when he saw the two of you. “Pope, Pope, Pope!Look-its (Y/N).”JJ grinned, looking back over to you.You squeezed Topper’s hand, looking over to JJ and flashing him a small smile.

“Hi, JJ.”You spoke quietly, not wanting to be too loud in a bookstore. “Hi.”He waved, biting his lip before looking back down at the notebooks. “Hi.”Pope nodded, embarrassed.Topper didnt say anything, tapping his foot.The two pogues rushed off, laughing quietly.

You and Topper got back into your car, satisfied with the books and movies you two had picked out.He wanted to get the first movie he saw that just happened to be The Outsiders.You found a few realistic fiction books, deciding to get them along with a small raccoon plushie and a dinosaur bookmark for Kelce.

You ddint know why you had picked them, figuring it would make them smile.The two of you just sat in the car for a few minutes, not really ready to leave the parking lot yet. “Hey, do you wanna draw on my cast later?”He asked, becoming bored of looking at the same bland, bulky cast that clung to his arm.You nodded, carefully grabbing his hand.

Your palm was over his cast, his fingers closing around yours with a small smile on his face.The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before you started up your car, Topper removing his hand from yours so you could drive properly.

He was playing the same song on loop for hours, hoping you wouldnt notice.He didnt know why he liked it so much, the beat and the overall vibe of it calmed him.Of course you noticed, starting to wonder how long the song was that it could be going on for fifteen minutes straight.

You didnt have a problem with it, glad that it calmed him and that it wasnt a terrible song.

He was half asleep, deciding to open one of the books you got, rereading the same line eleven times.He yawned, reading it again.He could never understand how you could keep up with storylines so well when you couldnt even remember something that had happened just last week.

You were driving ten under the speed limit, carefully pulling into your driveway. “You did a good job.”Topper kissed your forehead lightly, smiling.He lingered for a second, glancing down at your lips.

You rested your forehead against his, your thumb rubbing little circles along the side of his neck.He slowly leaned forward, pulling away a second later.His hand made its way to the back of your neck, kissing you again.

He wasnt as nervous this time but was still pretty nervous, not wanting to mess up or embarass himself.You were the one to pull away this time, taking in a deep breath. “We should go inside.”You told him, messing around with the hair on the back of his head.

He nodded, not moving yet.You eventually let go of him, taking your keys out and grabbing your Barnes and Noble bag, getting out of the car.He came with you, seeing Kelce and Rafe sitting in the kitchen, seeming to be in a deep conversation that had been interrupted by your entrance. “Hey.”You grinned at them, putting your bag down on the counter.

Rafe couldnt even bring himself to smile, feeling too exhausted.You pouted, trying to figure out what was wrong.His eyes were slightly puffy, his lips slightly red like he had been biting at them.He had been crying for a reason that you couldnt quite place, not wanting to push him to tell you what had happened.

Instead you reached into the bag, pulling out the plushie and pushing it into his chest before he could see exactly what it was.He looked down at it, laughing quietly.It had large, purple glittery eyes and a little tag with a link to a website.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you so that he could rest his head on your stomach.You gulped, sucking in your gut ever so slightly and hoping that he wouldnt notice.You raised your eyebrows at Kelce, looking down at Rafe, trying to ask silently what had happened.Kelce simply shook his head, placing a finger over his lips.

You nodded, running your fingers through Rafes hair, dragging your fingertips down his jaw, the bridge or his nose and his temple, feeling his arms getting tired as he relaxed, now draped around your hips.Topper sat down on the couch, holding the dvd in his hands as he waited for a time to watch it.

Rafe loved having you around, his breathing getting steady as you massaged his scalp.He knew that it was wrong to want to be in your arms when you had been kissing another guy but you just took such good care of him, of everyone.

You reached over to the bag, throwing the book mark at Kelce’s face. “Thanks.”He smiled, looking at all the little dinosaurs.He didnt read physical books too often but he always loved getting something new to add to his (Y/N) box.

“Can you guys please come watch this movie with me?”Topper asked, peeling at his cuticles.Kelce got up, looking over to you and Rafe before nodding towards Topper, wanting to make sure that you two didnt get too caught up with eachother.

Kelce took the dvd from Kelce, putting it into your dvd player and switching the HDMI before sitting down on the couch, surprised when you chose to cuddle up next to him.He was relieved that you werent hesitant about giving them affection now that you knew the truth, resting his hand on your back.

Rafe rested at the end of the couch, poking at your knee cap, a grin on his face as he tried to annoy you.Topper sat on the floor, his head against the couch so you could reach out and fluff of his golden locks if you wanted to.The credits were at the beginning of the movie, all of you guys remaining quiet as you watched the screen.

“Didnt we read this book in 7th grade?”Topper asked, putting the pieces together.You hummed, tapping Kelce’s chest. “Nope, I read it to you guys while you pretended to listen.”You corrected.Once Dally showed up on screen all the boys had turned to look at you, waiting for you to fall in love.

“Come on, (Y/N)!Isnt that one your type!He’s brunette and just got out of jail!”Kelce pointed out.You grinned, shrugging. “He’s okay.”You replied, surprising them. “Hey, do you guys want to make a blanket fort later?”You asked, feeling bored with the set up of the living room.

They nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, okay.”Rafe nodded.It wasnt until the scene of Ponyboy’s parents getting into a car accident that anyone spoke again, Topper laughing. “Same.”He pointed at the tv, hoping you guys would laugh too.Kelce was the first to laugh, nodding. “We should sue the for stealing your plot line.”He grinned.Rafe chuckled, sighing.

“Let me just call my lawyer, oh wait, my phone drowned.”He laughed again, looking over to you to make sure that you werent taking it to seriously.You simply grinned, rolling your eyes. “If I were a character in this who would I be?”Rafe asked, his head against your thigh.You hummed, thinking. “I dunno….I think Kelce would be Darry for sure but I think you would be Ponyboy cause you’re dumb.”You grinned at him, knowing you were about to get attacked.

He scoffed, climbing on top of you and laying down on top of you, his head on your stomach and his legs on top of yours, nearly crushing you. “You’re gonna kill me!’You exclaimed, flicking him repeatedly.He pouted, getting comfy.

Your phone began to ring but you chose to ignore it, figuring it was your uncle calling to ask if you were coming to Italy.The others followed your lead, ignoring it too.They were all there with you, it wasnt like anyone else really mattered.It wasnt until it rang for the eighth time that you finally picked up, whispering for Kelce to pause the movie as you held the phone to your ear, waiting for the person to say something first.

“hello?”A deep voice asked.You frowned, not recognizing it. “What?”You asked, hoping it wasnt your uncle. “Um...is this (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”The voice asked and you could hear tapping in the background. “yeah.”You replied, not wanting to give away anymore information.

“This is your father.”THe voice spoke, letting out a sigh right after it. “I heard that your mother died, how are you doing?”He asked.Rafe was tapping at your thigh, trying to ask who it was, shutting up when you placed your hand over his face.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”You asked, feeling the boys all staring at you. “Do you know where your birth certificate is?”He asked.You hummed, pushing Rafe off of you and standing up, jogging up the stairs and opening the door to your mothers room.

It hadnt been touched for only the gods know how long, the ceiling fan gathering bits of dust along with all the cabinets and the tv screen.You opened her file cabinet, finding your birth certificate and placing it in front of you.

“Do you see the name of the father?”He asked, waiting for your response. “Yeah.”You replied.Matthew Islands. “Does it say Matthew Islands?”He asked.Fucking hell. “Yeah.”You answered. “Theres your proof.”He replied.You gulped, sitting down entirely.

“No, you have no proof that that’s your real name.”You replied, just hoping that this wasnt true.You couldnt handle this on top of everything else. “Would a liscense and my birth certificate be enough proof?”He asked.You held your breath, wanting to hang up and block his number so you’d never have to think about him ever again.

“Your uncle gave me your address.I could come over and bring all of my documents if you want.”He answered.Your heart dropped into your stomach, eyes going wide. “No, do not come to my house.If I want to meet you i’ll meet you at a public place.”You replied, not liking the idea of some old dude you had never met that claimed to be your dad coming to your home.

“Alright, where would that be?”He asked.You jogged back downstairs, staring outside your window. “What-where are you right now?”You asked. “Im at a hotel near the country club.”He told you.You sighed, sitting down on the floor.

“The turtle beach...five thirty.”You suggested, breath shaky as you waited. “Okay, i’ll bring everything.”He replied, waiting for you to hang up.You hung up quickly, putting your phone down with a huff. “Who was that?”Topper asked.

“My father.”You replied, shocking them all.Kelce sat up straight, raising his eyebrows. “And you’re meeting him?”Kelce asked, wanting to make sure he was hearing you correctly and he hadnt lost his mind. “Well, not alone.You guys are coming with me.”You told them, figuring that they already knew.

“If he’s a psychopath im gonna be pissed.”You grumbled, standing back up. “And apparently my uncle gave him my address so now he knows where I live so now he can just show up whenever and hes gonna bring his ID and his birth certificate and I guess he’s been in OBX this whole time so its possible that I already know him which is just fucking weird.This is so weird-I dont even want to meet him!Like who the hell calls the day that their ex lover dies to tell their kid that they’re actually around in the same place and have been this whole time and didnt even try to help raise me?God, I hate this!”You exclaimed, pacing around.

“Well at least you’ll be safe if you’re meeting him in a public place!Plus, if you meet him and you just want to leave we can leave.And if you dont feel safe staying here you could always come over to my house.”Kelce reminded you.You nodded, sighing.

“But think about it, why would he be gone all those years?What has he been doing with his life?And why wouldnt my mom want me to know about him?He probably is a psychopath and thats why im so fucked in the head.”You laughed, trying to calm your self.

“And like, I feel like something is just wrong, you know?I dont even know what it just doesnt feel right.Like mom was never here anyways but with her being like….gone gone it just feels like im being watched.Its gross.”You ranted, pulling at your fingers.

“So why dont you just leave?You dont have to stay here everyday, we can just start hanging out at Rafe’s and eating all of his food.”Topper grinned.You shrugged, walking into your kitchen and walking around in a loop before coming back.

“I feel like I cant leave.I dont know why.”You explained. “How about we just ditch your dad and have a sleepover at my house?We can go to the grocery store and play mario kart and we can watch Criminal Minds.”Rafe spoke softly, knowing his father couldnt yell at him if you were over.

“Your dad doesnt like me.”You told him, looking for any excuse to stay home. “Are you kidding?You’re the most responsible, of course he likes you!Sarah likes you too!And you can come see the new lights I got for my room-do you wanna go to the thrift store and get some records for me to hang on my walls?”He asked, hoping you’d agree.

“You could pick out a few less hideous shirts for me!I know you hate my pastel ones.”Kelce replied.With all of them trying to convince you the idea was becoming more appealing. “Okay...let me just pack a bag.”You muttered, going back upstairs and into your bedroom, grabbing a mint blue backpack and opening your drawers, grabbing some pajama shorts, a t shirt, some sweatpants, deodorant and a hairbrush.

Rafe came upstairs to grab the stuff that he had brought to your house, figuring he should do his laundry. “You okay?”He asked, watching as you zipped your bag.You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Why does so much happen in my life?I feel like the universe is specifically after me.”You mumbled, feeling his strong arms around you, leaning against him.

“I know how it feels, chip.It’ll take a little while but you’ll feel better eventually, just promise me you wont hurt yourself.”He whispered into your neck, kissing your jaw lightly.You shivered, your hands falling over his, letting out a soft sigh.

“I know.”You replied, closing your eyes as he kissed up and down your neck lightly. “You can always come over, you know.You dont have to call or anything, doesnt even matter if im home or not.”He pressed a kiss to your cheek, grinning when you turned your head so he could kiss you properly, letting out a low sigh.

He stood for a while, his warm hands running up and down your body, humming to you.He didnt know what song he was humming but he was almost positive that it was from a disney movie. “Are you humming something from The Lion King?”you asked.He nodded, kissing your forehead.

“Can you feel the love tonight, The peace the evening brings, The world for once in perfect harmony, With all its living things.”He sang softly, remembering what the song was.He remembered you singing it constantly, getting the song stuck in your head for weeks.

You grinned, biting your lip as he blushed, continuing to sing. “He's holding back, he's hiding, But what, I can't decide, Why won't he be the king I know he is?The king I see inside?”You sang quietly, turning so you could hide your face in his shirt, giggling.

He turned bright red, squeezing you for a few seconds before letting go. “Lets get going so that we can make Kelce wear a blouse.”He smiled, grabbing your bag for you.Topper was taking the movie out of your dvd player and putting it back in its case, grabbing the barnes and noble bag and throwning Rafe his raccoon.

“I will drive.”Kelce announced, opening the door and leading the group out to Rafe’s truck, getting inside.You and Rafe decided to sit in the backseat while Topper sat up front, controlling the music.Rafe’s hand rested on your thigh, tapping his fingertips on your kneecap to the sound of the music.

You reached out, playing with his fingers, tapping them and watching them wiggle.He sighed, not understanding why you were so entertained. “Where am I going?Grocery store or thrift store?”Kelce asked, pulling out of your driveway. “Thrift store.”Topper replied quickly.

Kelce nodded, trying his best to drive smoothly and avoid any bumps.Rafe moved as close as he could to you so he could get his arm around your waist, his other arm across your thighs as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

Usually he wouldnt be this touchy with you when the boys were right there.Your heart skipped a beat as he started to kiss your collarbone and the side of your neck, biting softly as the tip of his tongue swirled around your skin.

You just had to hope the others wouldnt notice.Kelce parked the truck as he pulled into the parking lot of the thrift store, the four of you hopping out.Topper stayed close to you as you guys walked around the store.Rafe was incredibly out of his element, not used to stores that werent cleaned head to toe with music playing from speakers.

Walmart was one thing for him to get used to but a thrift store was a whole other thing.You grabbed a large yellow shirt, looking through the t shirts before you heard Kelce let out an excited shout, rushing over to you with a purple dress.

“Dinosaurs!Dinosaurs!Dinosaurs!Come one, please!You have to get this!”He exclaimed.You sighed, taking it from him. “Did you check the size?”You asked. “That’ll fit you fine, your body dysmorphia just needs to shut the fuck up.”Topper kissed your forehead, holding up the dress before looking back over to you.

“This’ll be perfect with those black boots you have and the frilly socks!You know the ones im talking about, right?Like they look like they were made with a wedding dress.”He thought out loud.You nodded, not really agreeing but you didnt have the heart to tell him that.

Rafe came into the isle, a large leopard print jacket in his hand. “Kelceeeeee.”He smirked, holding it up.Kelce’s face dropped, shaking his head. “No.”He replied. “Please?”You asked, pouting ever so slightly.Kelce sighed.

“I hate you.”He muttered, taking the jacket.You left the thrift store with a dinosaur dress, a fancy tea cup, a dog lamp, and a large hawaiian shirt.After spending forty minutes at looking at records you had convinced Rafe to hang up album covers too since you had found a few disney ones.

“Why dont you take them then?”He suggested, not wanting to have Anna and Elsa on his wall. “No, you need them.”You replied.Kelce was pretty mad about the giant stack of yellow, leopard print, hawaiian shirts and striped tank tops.

“You’re such a bully.”he grumbled as you placed a holographic hat on his head. “Yeah but you still love me, right?”You giggled.The grocery store wasnt any better, Topper deciding to sit in the cart while Rafe tossed bags of chips at his face.

“Hey, dont do that.You could hit his head.”You told him.Topper grinned, reaching out and pulling you by the back of your shirt so he could hug you.You placed a kiss on his forehead, asking what kind of chips he wanted.

“Can we get cantalope?”Kelce asked, already putting one in the cart.Rafe was stumbling around a little, taking in a deep breath. “Hey, you okay?”You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady him.He nodded.

“Yeah, yeah im fine.”He replied, just as confused as you.You didnt really believe him, gripping his jaw and staring into his eyes, noticing how they were dialated.

“Can you sit down please?”You asked him, pushing on his shoulders slightly. “We’re in a store.”He muttered. “Rafe, its fine.Just sit please.”You repeated.He sat on the floor, not sure what you were doing.

You sat across from him, pretending to read cereal boxes as a group walked by. “How much did you take?”You asked him.He gulped, trying to think back. “Umm...I dont know.”He replied.

“How much do you usually take?”You asked. “Like...one or two.”He answered.You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “What can happen if you take too much?Do you think you overdosed?”You asked, keeping your voice quiet.

He shook his head. “No...no...I took like...six lines a few weeks ago.”He replied, realising how bad it sounded. “Okay...okay so what do we do?Should you drink water or-or-ummm okay.Can you see and hear?”You asked, not knowing what to do.He nodded, gulping.

“I feel fine, like im fine.But it’s just weird.I dunno.Just dont worry about it.”He muttered, slowly standing back up.You tried to hurry the rest of the shopping trip, making them go through self checkout so it wouldnt take so long.

You grabbed a cold mountain dew for Rafe, tugging him by his arm over to the truck as fast as you could, making him chug the drink.He let out a loud burp, laughing right after. “See?Im fine.”He grinned, trying to convince you more than himself.

“Why’d you get high in the first place?”You asked.He shrugged, going to hug you when you pushed him away. “Rafe, im serious.”You tried your best to sound assertive, worried that you might sound like his father.

“I know.......I just went too long without anything.”He lied.You knew he was lying but you didnt say anything else, reaching for his hand to let him know that you werent mad at him.

He rested his head against your shoulder, his other arm resting on your leg, taking in deep breaths. “im sorry, princess.Im so sorry.”He whispered.You simply kissed the top of his head.

“I know you are, Rafe.But you gotta be better, you guys are all I have and we already almost lost Topper, we cant lose you too.”You told him.He nodded, feeling the truck move a bit as Topper and Kelce got in.

Rain started to fall, the light in the car slightly blue as Rafe’s eyes slowly closed, falling asleep against your shoulder.Topper played a sad song on low volume, liking the vibe that he had created.

Kelce seemed to have forgot where he was going, pulling into a cumberland farms parking lot, sighing.All of you just sat for a moment, breathing and listening to the music.

Kelce took in a deep breath before backing out again, humming along to the song before pulling up at Rafe’s house.You rubbed Rafe’s back to wake him up, kissing his forehead lightly.

There were only a few bags, Kelce grabbing them all before heading over to the door, all of you guys getting inside and taking off your shoes. “Rafe-where have you-”Ward started, looking over to see you, Topper and Kelce before closing his mouth.

“I see you brought friends.”Was all he had to say, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows to show off a watch.Rafe nodded, gripping your hand. “You have to babysit Wheezie tonight.No funny buisiness.”He said strictly, dissapearing.

Rafe glared at the wall. “Fucking idiot.”He grumbled, heading upstairs.You took a deep breath, following him with Topper and Kelce close behind you and into his room.Kelce placed the bags down, sitting on the floor.

“Lets just wait for Ward to leave, then we can go into the living room.”Rafe muttered, taking the record covers and sliding the records out, letting you use the double sided tape to stick them to his wall.

His walls were a light gray that matched his carpet, his sheets white and his comforter blue.He had a few pictures of you and the boys on his nightstand, his hamper in the corner and a tv on his wall.

You could understand why he’d want to make it less bland, sticking the record covers along the wall, trying to make them in a rainbow order.It mustve been 5:30 since your phone wouldnt stop going off but you couldnt care less, turning off your ringer.

Once you heard the front door slam loudly and Ward’s car start up a smile came across your face.Once you hung the last record Rafe had thrown you over his shoulder, tossing you onto the couch.

“RAFE!”Wheezie shouted, coming out of her room and storming downstairs, freezing up when she saw the four of you. “Yeah?”Rafe asked.She frowned, turning around and going back upstairs.

Kelce had pulled you into his lap, watching as Rafe flicked through the cameras, stopping on Nickelodeon.You had no idea why you guys had even gone grocery shopping since Rafe was planning on ordering pizza anyways, texting Wheezie to ask what she wanted.

Zoey 101 was playing, Kelce laughing for some reason. “Hey, you should do a little fashion show for us.”Topper grinned, remembering all the clothes.Kelce groaned, getting up and going upstairs.

You went upstairs as well, explaining that you had to show him how the outfits were supposed to go.He was laughing as you told him to put on the rainbow sweater with the leopard print jacket on top of it.

“This looks terrible!”He exclaimed, telling you you could turn around now. “Its not that bad!”You laughed, moving forward to fix the collar of the sweater.He took in a shallow breath, not used to you standing so close.

He didnt even think about it, leaning forward and kissing you lightly.You were surprised, not really knowing how to react.You held onto the sweater collar tightly, pulling away.

“Um....you still need to put on the hat.”You muttered, grabbing the holographic hat and placing it on top of his head.He cleared his throat, turning and looking in the mirror with a frown on his face.

“Come on, dont be like that.Its not gonna look good if you’re grumpy.”You told him.He sighed, following you downstairs.Topper was recording, zooming in on Kelce’s grumpy face. “It looks great!Now give us a spin.”He grinned, watching as Kelce put out his arms and spun around.

“I know, I look fantastic.”Kelce replied, putting his hands in the pockets of the jacket.He sat down on the couch, ignoring the squeak of the jacket material against the couch, holding a pillow to his chest with a grin as he watched the tv.You sat back down, pushing the hat off of his head.

“Asshole.”He grinned at you, putting the hat on your head instead.The sound of the doorbell ringing caused you all to jump, not expecting the pizza to come that fast.Rafe answered the door, putting the pizza down in the kitchen and shouting for Wheezie, grabbing plates from the cabinet.

You had a slice and some fries, sitting down on the living room carpet.You werent even sure when you had fallen asleep, a blanket thrown over you and Friends playing on the TV.

The boys were still awake, watching the tv. “Morning.”Topper grinned when he confused you, shaking his head. “Its not actually morning.”He chuckled, ruffling your hair.

You grumbled something, reaching for your phone and seeing ten missed calls and eighteen messages from your ‘dad’.You blocked his number, not wanting to deal with him anymore.

Thats when you got an idea, heading to the bathroom and locking the door, sitting down and beginning to type.It was to your mothers cellphone, not caring if your uncle saw it or not.

Dear Mom,

I dont remember much about the last time I saw you.I dont even think you told me that you loved me.Your room is still the same as it was eight months ago.My friends were always here for me when you shouldve been.Kelce told me that writing a goodbye letter to something that hurt you is the best way to cope.So here I am.I feel like you’re haunting the house, it feels kind of bitter and I constantly feel like you’re still judging me.And now that you’re gone im not even sure how to feel about you.I dont even know if you thought about me during your last moments but im sure if you did it was out of anger and disgust.Thats all you really had for me.This is me officially saying goodbye, I hope you had fun in Italy.

You didnt even bother to reread the message, sending it out and turning off your phone, leaving the bathroom. “Hey, im just gonna crash in your room.”You told Rafe, seeing him nod in the dark.

You dragged your feet as you went upstairs, getting under his covers and resting your head against his pillow.You were half asleep when Rafe got into bed next to you, his arm moving around your waist.

You were confused when you felt someone else lay down, opening your eyes. “Its just me.”Kelce muttered.You hummed, resting your head on his chest. “Topper took up the whole couch.”He explained, kissing your forehead lightly.

You kept rolling over throughout the night, unable to get comfy until Rafe pulled you on top of him.You grumbled, sitting up, realising you were straddling him. “You okay?”He asked, still half asleep.You hummed, laying down on top of him, one of your arms hanging off the bed. “I love you.”He mumbled. “love you too.”You muttered, falling asleep only seconds later.

THERES ONLY A CHAPTER LEFT IM GONNA CRY

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lilhawkeye3 · 4 years ago

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This Ohio discourse has got me dying to create discourse about every other state now hehe so I officially present:

Hawk’s review of 36/50 US states!

In alphabetical order because that fuckin song “50 nifty United States” has been stuck in my head since fourth grade.

Arizona: Phoenix is hot. Can’t believe y’all choose to live in a place that gets haboobs. Saw Sen. John McCain in the airport. I feel that sums up the state well. 4/10

California: as a resident of the state of Oregon, I’m legally required to say fuck California😌 unless anyone else talking shit about Cali and then we got your back😤 SoCal vs San Fran vs Northern Cal are totally different worlds though. 7/10

Colorado: damn idk how y’all breathe there, them air is thin. But really pretty out there! 7/10

Connecticut: oh my god fuck New Haven. And Stamford, and Hartford, and— Yknow what? Let’s just toss the whole state into the Sound. For real, traffic is the WORST here and I’m so sorry that y’all gotta live like that. 3/10

Delaware: I cannot believe this is considered a state. There’s no difference between Delaware and Maryland/Pennsylvania. 1/10 should not be a state

Florida: “the only hills in Florida are the highway ramps and the Matterhorn!” —the shuttle driver at Disney World. He was right. Shit is flat as fuck here. And hot. And humid. The Gulf Coast is nice? But tbh it’s just all very touristy which is kind of a bummer. 5/10

Georgia: ...I can’t with the humidity or thinly veiled racism. But y’all got nice peaches! Also Black Panther filmed there so thank you for blessing us with that. 6/10 for fruits

Hawaii: okay pineapple farms are cool. Tbh I just feel really bad for how much mainlander/tourist bs all the islanders put up with. Ik price of living is v high and keeps going up. That said I did love Hawaii... although I was stung by a jellyfish. Hate those little bastards. 8/10 for wonderful people and nature

Idaho: as an Oregonian I’m required to also say fuck Idaho 😝 you da hoes. Okay for real tho southern Idaho has become v white white and kinda scary tbh. The northern part of the state is pretty chill tho. Also Oreida kettle chips are partly made in Idaho so I gotta give you half credit for that. 4/10

Illinois: at least you’re not Indiana. 4/10.

Indiana: I never want to step foot in Gary, Indiana again in my life. (Passed a Mack truck hauling a race car to Indy 500 though so that was cool.) 2/10

Iowa: I almost moved here. I’m so glad I didn’t. Why are the Quad Cities actually a group of five towns? I hate that. Also the roads were all cement, felt like driving on a sidewalk. Was also interesting because the second we got out of the city proper, it was just... corn fields everywhere. 2/10 y’all raising children of the corn.

Kentucky: I really don’t have anything to say about Kentucky. I thought the trees were pretty? 5/10 yeah idk

Maine: my relative has totaled two cars by hitting moose in Maine. Maine scares me. Or rather, the moose do. Also the lobster roll hype is real. And the coast truly is beautiful. 8/10 but an extra point for the moose bc I hate that relative so 9/10

Maryland: oh god Baltimore. Also I’m blaming you for the DC traffic because it’s on the land you gifted them. 3/10

Massachusetts: Patriots fans are the worst NFL fans (the racism is real, especially after fans burned the jerseys of Black players who knelt for the anthem). Liking Dunkin’ Donuts is not a personality trait. The North End in Boston is truly the best place to get pizza in the entire country. Western Mass is not the same state. And the Cape Cod bridges give me nightmares. 5/10 but cause I had to pay taxes two years and it really is Taxachusetts, knocking it down to 4/10

Michigan: it’s a lot bigger than I initially thought. 5/10

Minnesota: it’s Canada but in the US. Pretty driving through the southern part. Cops suck tho. 5/10

Montana: okay Montana is downright gorgeous. (Except Billings. Sorry, Billings.) I must include a photo. I wanna get a cabin here and just exist. 8/10

New Hampshire: can’t decide if it hates Massachusetts or wants to be Massachusetts. All it knows is that it’s better than Vermont. Which... y’know, valid. (If you wanna see NH culture watch North Woods Law tbh). 4/10

New Jersey: why are there so many goddamn highways in this state? Also there are more places to weekend trip than the Shore or the Poconos. Although you do have people pump gas for you just like Oregon, so... that’s valid. Things my friends have added: Newark airport is cursed (valid), the jughandles are nightmares (true), pork roll/Taylor Ham is good and so are bagels and New Jersey pizza (allergic so idk), and everyone is split on whether the shore is actually decent or not 😂 I give it a 3.5/10 out of spite

New York: NYC is fun, Upstate is MASSIVE but really beautiful. Long Island is... yeah I don’t have anything nice to say about Long Island. 8/10 For NYC, 6/10 for Upstate, -2/10 for Long Island, gives us an average of 6/10

North Carolina: very good peaches. Isn’t South Carolina. Keep it up👍🏽 6/10

Ohio: I already told y’all how I feel about this flat ass boring state. I feel no need to slander it any more lmao. 3/10

Oregon: she flies with her own wings, mi amor🥰 to list all the reasons I like Oregon (and the issues too bc it ain’t perfect), I would need a whole other post. I’ll just leave you with this picture I took of Mt. Hood, the queen of our Cascades. 11/10

Pennsylvania: so apparently PN is three states hiding in a trench coat like NY. There’s upstate, philly and Pittsburg. Personally I think they’re just trying too hard and wanna get the same recognition as NY. Meh. 5/10

Rhode Island: THIS FUCKIN SHAM OF A STATE Just merge it with Connecticut and be done with it!! It’s tiny. Providence sucks. There’s nothing unique about this state that you can’t find in Southern Mass (except MA has cheaper taxes so y’all come to work and shop in MA anyways smh). Also the fingers are really annoying to drive down to get to some beach areas haha. 2/10 you’re barely better than Delaware.

South Carolina: my Black father was invited to a party celebrating General Robert E Lee’s birthday. So... 0/10

South Dakota: very gorgeous, didn’t realize the Missouri River went this far west, but VERY LARGE. I mean it looks big on a map but then you get there and... yeah. No speed limit on highways is a great time though. And the Badlands have mountain goats! 6/10 bc while pretty, living there seems really hard. (Picture is me in the Badlands).

Texas: gave us Juneteenth and Beyoncé and JJ Watts. Thank you Texas. But is very big, got independence from Mexico to keep slavery (yikes), is like 97% private land (yikes) and is like the second or third largest state. Very big. That said, everyone I’ve ever met from Texas is lovely. 6/10.

Utah: Other than Idaho, this is the whitest state I’ve been to. Or it feels that way. Like a, the people crossed to the other side of the street and held their bags because I’m brown, state. And I don’t ski so I can’t even say that’s a good thing (I fell off the ski lift the one time I went, long story). Yeah 0/10.

Vermont: wants to be New Hampshire or Canada and can’t decide which. So it’s just kinda there. Pretty hills though. 3/10

Virginia: let’s be real we all forget that Virginia exists west of Richmond. Nova is a beauracratic and traffic nightmare and half our neighbors had to pass security clearance checks. Hampton Roads and beach area is a tourist and mosquito nightmare. But there were dolphins and I made snowmen on the beach. Good times. 6.7/10

Washington: again, legally required as an Oregon resident to say fuck Washington because it’s all your fault we now are getting a toll on the I-5 border. But you’re better than California. And the Sound is really cool for fishing, love Wicked Tuna. And the fish market. Best salmon I’ve had. Eastern Washington... y’all got Spokane but the rest is kinda sparse. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 8/10

Wisconsin: cheese is actually good. Again, pretty state, much larger than I initially thought. 7/10

Wyoming: this was the ONLY STATE I lost cell service in when diriving cross country. Kinda surprised it wasn’t Montana, but no, it was Wyoming. Views are gorgeous though so I was distracted either way. 4/10

Thank you for joining me on this cross-country edition of Tea Time with Hawk. Please respond with any reactions, corrections, addendums about any and all of the states mentioned. And thank you for taking part in this wholesome Clone Wars fandom discourse with me 🥰💕

DISCLAIMER: THESE RATINGS ARE ALL A JOKE PLEASE DO NOT ACTUALLY GET MAD ABOUT IT

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years ago

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//forgotten kisses. oikawa tooru//

Request: Hey!hey!hey! Im not quite sure if you write scenarios but my blood boils everytime i know that oikawa ex gf dumped him because of passion, so i was wondering if u could write a scenario where the reader interrupts the moment where this girl who is breaking up with him and telling her that she was a fake girlfriend and it was his passion what made the reader fall in love with him, right in front of oikawa as well. I rlly wanna know his reaction to this. Ofc the reader having a long crush over him.

Warnings: self-doubt

Word Count: 1.9K

Notes: it is free coffee day at dunkin donuts and when i tell you that i’m h y p e d for this large iced vanilla coffee later

It hurt like hell to watch him go about his everyday life, her clung onto his arm, you walking just a few steps behind, Iwaizumi next to you, mournful eyes staring at you, the forgotten girl. It had been a trio made in heaven, one that had never strayed too far apart since middle school. There would be sleepovers and movie nights and volleyball games with you and your boys, your own personal protectors, your best friends. You had grown up right alongside them, battling through your awkward young teenage years filled with acne and laughing at their cracking voices, but as the time passed feelings started to bubble up in the pit of your stomach and no amount of pushing them back down could hide them.

Oikawa Tooru was everything you could ever want in a boyfriend. He was kind and doting, always the first person to ask you how your day was and the first person to offer you a shoulder and a pint of ice cream whenever you were upset. His good morning and good night texts could have your heart fluttering with only a few words followed by a colon and a parenthesis. He knew exactly how to make you laugh and there was no one who knew all of your ticklish spots quite like he did. Your sides would be hurting as your voice strained with giggles and your lungs gasped for a desperate breath as you squirmed beneath him, his fingers wiggling over your sides in payback for making fun of him.

Iwaizumi had stood by the whole time, just rolling his eyes, but the soft smile on his face was hard to miss as he regarded a young love blossoming right before him. The perfect middle man, Oikawa spilling all of his feelings out in long-winded paragraphs towards the ace, you carrying on during hour long phone calls, Iwaizumi had all of the information, feeding it to the other, trying his very best to make all of the dreams a reality.

It was because of him that a kiss had been stolen outside of the gymnasium after Tooru’s very first official match. It had been short and awkward, faces both warm to the touch as the embarrassment creeped up your cheeks. First kisses were shared and everything seemed so perfect. Everything should’ve fallen into place and it should’ve been the start to something beautiful between you and the prince of Aoba Johsai.

But, constant volleyball practices and late teenage years had done wonders to your childhood friend. He had lost the plumpness in his face and his physique had toned nicely. He had always been popular with the girls but, this was a whole new level. They were flocking him no matter where he went, leaving him love notes on his classroom desk, bringing his desserts and handmade bentos at lunch. You were simply pushed to the back burner, forgotten to fade into the background while someone else caught his eye. And for the first time in your life, Iwaizumi Hajime was the first to offer you a shoulder to cry on and a pint of ice cream to soothe your sorrows.

It had been five months since Oikawa had fully forgotten everything that the two of you had shared. Five months since he let her into your little inner circle. But it had two months since you had seen him willing to light up a room with his charming smile that could get everyone around him smiling in a matter of seconds. There was a tense strain between the young couple, one that was absent to most outside onlookers but to the people who knew the beloved Seijoh captain best, there was no mistaking that tired look in his eyes and the forced smile that came with every, “I promise. I’m fine.”

Her lips were always pressed together in a tight line, loosening only enough to let all of those cursed sentiments flit off of her tongue. “You don’t love me. You only care about volleyball and that’s all you’ll ever care about.”

Sentiments that would be chased with pleading eyes and desperate words, asking for a second chance, a promise for change, affirmation of the impossible. Everyone who really knew Oikawa Tooru knew that volleyball was his passion and everyone who really knew Oikawa Tooru accepted that as part of who he was. He was encouraged and praised for overcoming strife on the court only to be torn down piece by bitter piece the minute he stepped away from his safe haven. It was painful to watch as each passing day tore the Oikawa that you had watched grow slip further and further out of your grasp, and further away from the Oikawa that had smashed his lips against yours in a fit of passion outside of this very same gymnasium two years prior.

“Tooru, I can’t do this anymore. I’m not going to be second to some stupid sport anymore! I deserve better and I’m tired of you telling me that you’re going to change and yet, you never do. You are so absorbed in volleyball that you can’t even see that our relationship is falling apart,” she spits, flailing her arms in frustration as the Seijoh setter stands shocked at the sudden outburst.

“You aren’t second and you never were. I love you, but I don’t know what more you’re expecting me to do! I could be something in the volleyball world, but not if y-”

“Be something?” She laughed, shaking her head in dismay. “You are nothing but a high school third year who has slightly more talent than most. You can’t even win this tournament and you really expect me to believe that you could go pro? It’s time to grow up, Tooru. Volleyball just isn’t the life that was meant for you and it’s time for you to see that. So, you have a choice: you can keep living out this fantasy and continue telling yourself that there’s hope and that you can play for the Japan team someday, or you can get your head out of the clouds and join me in the real world. Those are your options.”

“What are you saying?” Oikawa’s usually strong voice falls into a shake, a quieter, meeker version of himself that you haven’t witnessed in many years. It was as if he was sinking into himself, becoming a shell of the boy who had stolen your heart all those years ago.

“It’s me or volleyball.”

His mouth sputtered open, incapable of finding the right words to say, unsure if the right words even existed in this situation. Keep this girl that he loved and cared for or pursue his one true passion? In the moment, in his love-blind youth, there was no good outcome and the sad scoff that left the girl in front of him nearly had his heart shattering into a hundred thousand pieces right there in the middle of the sidewalk as people slowed their pace as they berthed around them, ears prying to pick up any of the drama.

“I get it. Thanks for nothing, Oikawa.” She shakes her head, turning away from the captain who had already faced one great loss that day and now, he was left sorting through the aftermath of another.

His head sank down to stare steadily at the concrete and for the first time that day, he let the tears sting his eyes and flow freely down his cheeks, his heart aching at a failed high school romance and an unaccomplished goal. And for the first time in a long time, he confided in your embrace when you approached him with arms wide open. Your hand found his hair, lacing the chestnut strands through your fingers, a comforting feeling that he never even knew he missed until then. His arms wrapped around your midsection, face buried into the crook of your neck as if you were the safest place in the world at that moment in time. You could hear his sniffles as he tried his best to choke back the ugly sobs of heartache, the ones that he knew you would tease him about once you knew that he was okay.

Minutes passed before Oikawa finally pulled away from you, eyes and nose tinged red from his still very apparent sorrows. Glistens of fresh tears still stained his cheeks and the brief hiccups of sobs would still have his voice and body quivering. “She’s right. I can’t even beat a stupid first year. How the hell am I meant to play professionally if I can’t even win this bullshit high school tournament?”

Your hand rested gently against the side of his face, letting your thumb whisk a fresh tear away from his cheek. “You don’t actually believe that, Tooru. This is what you love and this is what you want to do for the rest of your life and she had no right to say those things to you. I know that you can do it. Tooru, I have been in your corner since the very first day I met you. Even if no one else will, I’m going to support you, because I believe in you, okay? You are so much more than some self-absorbed volleyball player. You are Oikawa Tooru, Seijoh’s remarkable setter and captain, my best friend since junior high, my first kiss and the one that I told everything to for as long as I can remember, and more than anything you are Japan’s future professional setter.” You take a shaky breath, every ounce of future regret coursing through your veins, but there was something almost magnetic pulling you towards him. Maybe it was years of love that had been pushed away finally overflowing, desperate to be noticed or maybe it was just all of the heightened emotions of the day that had you gently easing his face down to yours.

It was in front of that very same gymnasium where you and Oikawa Tooru shared your second kiss. This one is less awkward and less sloppy than the first. The flutter of butterflies still danced in your stomachs and your ears still burned with the heat of embarrassment at such a public display, but for a brief moment, it was just you and him, locked within your own little world, sharing kisses that were long overdue for the forgotten girl and her prince of the school.

{Taglist: @moncymonce @nicka-nell}

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sweetvoice-emporium · 4 years ago

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ive never been to a dunkin donuts is it good

Legally I am required to say it’s the best coffee in the US! Otherwise the Boston government officials will be dispatched to my home immediately and I will never be seen again 😌❤️

#fr though honestly? its pretty good coffee.#best donuts imo. nothin beats a DD old fashioned donut babeyyy....#not sure if im just conditioned tho. have been drinking their iced coffee at LEAST 3 times a week for the past 2 years so.#look gordon! asks!

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keunayuya · 4 years ago

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SB19 Encounter

I would like to share my first encounters with SB19 and how I ended up becoming an A'tin 😎

It was on Facebook when I found out about this boygroup, SB19. I already forgot which exact article or post did I see them but most probably, it was from Myx Philippines or some Filipino news article. This happened between September 21-28, 2019.

A/N: Their Go Up practice video went viral on September 02, 2019, so it took around 25 days before it went into my feed. If I was a KPop fan, probably it popped out on my Facebook and YouTube way much earlier.

So since PPop was not really that hyped in the Philippines, I was amazed how the comments went in that post and the heart reactions outnumbered the likes.

That same time, while sitting on the window side of the bus going home, I checked them right away on YouTube and found the Go Up MV. I was smiling when I first saw it and thought to myself, "It's no doubt people love them."

Days passed and my exposure to this group became more frequent. I even heard of the 'Negros tweet issue' about them being accused as racists and 'Netflix PH Catch Up jingle' that they made for Netflix.

On January 15, 2020, I was watching a lot of One OK Rock live performances on YouTube because I was so excited that I got my ticket for their supposed concert in May. The official MV of Alab (Burning) popped out of my recommended videos and because I appreciate their talent, I clicked on the video and watched it.

That night was the birth of a new A'TIN.

I watched several SB19 vlogs after that MV, such as their reaction vid for Alab (Burning) and their interview with Tito Boy Abunda in TWBA. There I realized that they aren't only talented and attractive, but also they have charming personalities.

I spent the succeeding nights watching and laughing at their vlogs, enjoying every performances they had, and learning every details of the members. I even planned of going to Wish Music Awards because they were nominated in some categories, but unfortunately tickets were already sold out. I also wanted to go to PUP School Attack but it was a weekday and I couldn't leave the office. I was a 6-day old A'TIN that time.

The next event they had after that was the Samsung Event in BGC, Taguig City, which I luckily attended after several struggles that day, hustling at work and external meetings. Despite that, I came to the venue just in time alone with myself. I could never forget that most of the crowd were SB19 fans, holding lighsticks and banners. They even had groups based on their provinces.

Twenty minutes after their performance, SB19 decided to left the venue and I heard several A'TIN screaming and running towards them walking away from the venue. I also left the venue, but to my surprise, the dead end of my way was at the parking area where their van was parked. Many A'TIN circled around the van hoping that they could get greetings and smiles from the boys. I stopped and stood there few meters away before the van finally left.

While walking along the sidewalk, I came across an intersection and found their Hyundai van stopped. I shyly looked at the van while walking and saw Justin's silhouette. Yes, he was sitting beside the window and it seemed like he was talking to the other boys. After a minute, the van left but I still couldn't hide my happiness all through my way home.

I treated my mom and my A'TIN sister (I influenced her haha) for a Monday show in UP Fair in Diliman in February 2020. SB19 was one of the much anticipated acts that night. That whole day was also a struggle for me because I have company visitors to attend to and external and dinner meetings in the afternoon in Ortigas that lasted until 8PM! I came running to the Grab taxi I took and wished for the best. The traffic going to Quezon City from Ortigas, Pasig City was never a joke.

I arrived at the venue at 9PM and the queue before people could enter the area was astronomically long. I came in at the concert area and met my sister and mom at almost 10PM. There, the three of us waited for more than 2 hours before the boys performed.

During their performance, even though we could barely see the boys because we were at the back of the crowd, we really enjoyed a lot. They were explosive and their stage charm made the whole night memorable. After their performance, we decided to go home. I arrived in my place in Mandaluyong City at past 4am without caring about my office work that same morning.

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I never regret a thing or two during the past 9 months of becoming an A'TIN for SB19 because I never thought I can make more friends in the fandom and I also never thought of fangirling over PPop aside from OPM Indie. It is a very refreshing habit for me. I even bought tickets for Dunkin' Donuts for their Araneta Coliseum concert, which was also a struggle thing to do because I need to leave half day out of the office to get my free tickets at the Dunkin' store from the farthest place of Pasig City.

I also never thought of having a Tumblr blog for them, creating a page for them, creating stan accounts on Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube, and being more creative by editing and making pubmats. Never in my life that I thought I would do those things for a group. But here I am.. inspired despite the pandemic and my personal struggles.

As an A'TIN, I will never stop helping them reach for their dreams and I will never stop reaching for dreams that I know I deserve because it's what they have taught me.

If you were able to reach this end, I love you, fellow A'TIN. Padayon! 💕

#sb19 sejun #sb19 josh #sb19 justin #sb19 ken #sb19 stell #sb19 #foodfandom #sb19 alab #atin #philippines #ppop #pop #ikako #hanggang sa huli #john paulo nase #josh cullen santos #justin de dios #felip jhon suson #stellvester ajero

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shesawriter39049 · 6 years ago

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|FAMILY TIES|MAFIA (M)|AU|MASTERLIST

AU SUMMARY: A powerful alliance made up of 4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well, let’s just say he’s not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it’s game on…

The story takes place in Boston they all have variations of the accent

All of the boys pop in and out but Joon is the OC’s bodyguard so he’s n it the most

The first 4 chapters have a lot of backstories mixed in with the “action/mob” aesthetic. Chapter 5 (PT 1 & 2 EST DEC 2019) is officially when one chapter closes and the “War” essentially begins...meaning shit starts getting reallll grimmy!

UPDATED AS OF DEC 2019

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3:

PART 3.5

PART 4 : (7/19)

How I picture “Family Ties ”Tae

Character breakdowns which are not fully disclosed in detail within the story:

Taehyung (V) & Luxx or Luxxy (Y/N’s nickname)

Both of their titles are technically “Cons” neither of them are officially considered boss’s or underboss yet. Both of their parents have siblings still working within the alliance that have naturally earned the higher ranking. Even though they do acquire the same responsibility and depending on the setting are still referred to by the honorary.

Before all of the chaos unfolded originally Luxx and Tae’s position within the alliance was to be the facade of the business. The pretty faces that go around handling he more civilized parts of the job. IE closing deals, taking on new clients and investors, overseeing a lot of the “Normal “ businesses they own as a way to explain the 10’s of millions of dollars they’ve earned over the years. As well as playing a major part in putting together the teams and blueprints for missions, basically, it was there-fathers way to try and keep them somewhat safe...

BUT as of late the two of them have found themselves on the field, firing off there glock’s A LOT more than usual. Taehyung actually enjoys it, don’t get me wrong Tae loves throwing on a good Gucci suit and negotiating a good drug deal from his yacht every now and then. But at the same time..he also gets off on being on the mainline firing off a good 15 rounds from his register. Luxx on the other hand also doesn’t mind going out on the field..she’s always the secret weapon. No one ever expects the glam barbie in a fur coat and Louboutins to have skill strong enough to rival a snipper.

They essentially help oversee everything and are trained in every division within the alliance, but of course, because there the bosses kids they aren't supposed to get their hands dirty. But there lethal as all hell if they do..that’s for damn sure!

BTS Members intro so far/ Positions held

Namjoon -(Luxx’s bodyguard/ 1 of 4 Missions Navigator, outside of being Luxxs right-hand he also helps coordinate blueprints and routes for missions. I.E creating dry runs, making sure goods and contraband make its way in and out of the country as smoothly as possible, coordinating “getaway” cars. Basically being a walking GPS if a route needs to be changed within seconds due to a breach within the plan! He’s the one you call if you're in the middle of a mission and shits going left field! )

Jimin- ( A Mob associate..technically under Luxxs’ families reign…Drug distributor/grower..as well as he manages there dispensary! Jimin makes everything from wax to coke, and he's one of the main drug producers within the alliance! Occasionally he’ll slip his way in and out of the country to hand-deliver certain orders,originally trained to be a guard but had a knack for growing so ugh, that pretty face is deadly)

Hoseok- (AKA Jay/Bengie … Main launderer/ backup cleaner (Assassin) under the Kim family reign. Hoseok’s job is to get everything from drugs, money, to weapons in and out of the country without a trace. He’s one of the best Laudneres on the black market, Hosoeok has smothered 6 figures worth of drugs within a plane. Then sat there with the bright smile on his face while the TSA walked through it! He’s also a damn good cleaner soo, aftercare is his fave..meaning they won't even know you were ever there! So just don't piss him off..)

Yoongi- (AKA Suga main cleaner/ hacker under the Kim Family reign. Yoongi’s main job is to make you dissapere so if he ever shows up at your door your in fucking trouble! Simple as that, It also helps that he’s tiny, so he can fit in all the places you wouldn't think to check...cat-like eyes cat-like instincts. He prefers to do things in the dark..tensions better that way ya know? Makes your other senses heighten..or at least his do! OH and he’s a hacker on the side, but don’t take that lightly he can tap into the stoplight camera if need be.)

Jin- (Associate within the mob..runs there distribution shop in Beijing for there high-end counterfeit goods. Jin is a floater but always within some type of administrative position within the alliance. Typically he’s HR, but more so on the black market side..I.E creating fake, IDs, passports, SS cards..you name it )

Jungkook- (AKA kookie another associate within the mob he runs the strip club Luxx owns in Vegas and uses to wash money through! He also handles the distribution and transportation of the majority of their firearms! As well as he's one of the 10 hosts for “Drop Night” )

DROP NIGHT- It happens twice a month on alternating Fridays..and the location is forever changing, but it’s essentially a night where varying members within the alliance meet in one place. Drop off there goods in exchange for pay, and possibly more goods....but it’s obviously not as cut and dry as that! On average there are about 20-30 associates coming in and out of the building per “Drop Night” so the liabilities high. The event has to be ran like a well-oiled machine to get everybody in and out without drawing too much attention to the situation!

The Families

Kim (Khan) - Taehyung

Sunjata- Y/N /Luxx

Bianchi - Leo/ Marco (The main antagonist in the fic)

ConBoy- Jamesy Boy (It was his mother’s party in part 1 where the shoot out occurred)

(I’ve noted they all have hyphenated last names..depending on the type of business there doing, weather black market or blue-collar. As of chapter 3.5 I’ve only disclosed Taehyung’s)

TRADES/BUSINESS (OWNED WITHIN ALL 4 FAMILIES)

“FACADES” IE “Normal business”

RESTAURANTS (IE ..private/family-owned..and franchised..Dunkin Donuts, Tropical Smoothie ETC)

BOUTIQUES/NAIL SALONS

2 Strip clubs (1 in Boston 1 in Las Vegas )

Real Estate (Rentals/Apartments/ Hotels )

Weed (Legal grow farms/dispensaries)

Fabrication/ Mechanic shops

Junk/Scrap yards 9Well actually this could be used in more ways than one if you think about it)

“MAFIA/BLACK MARKET BUSINESSES”

COUNTERFEIT GOODS- (High-end designer ….replicas)

DRUGS ( Weed, coke, H, pills..you name it ) - They also grow/ make a lot of there own goods…meaning they don’t buy it from someone its homemade!

WEAPONS

ALCOHOL/TOBACCO

FUEL

TRANSPORTATION PROVIDERS

HIT TEAMS

(That’s all that’s been disclosed as of 3.5)

FINAL NOTE- Members within the alliance, ones like Hoseok and Yoongi also have “normal jobs”. Hobi isisnt laundering money every damn day so they still have to make a living! When things are slow they work within one of the more “Blue collar” businesses. Hoseok, in particular, is an industrial painter for one of there fab shops and Yoongi his the head chef at the upscale Japanese restaurant in London! Again it’s allll about the facade!!!

NON-BTS FACE CLAIMS

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can i? do you? can you?//choi soobin

summary: when it comes to your final marching band season, soobin seems to need a lot of things.

pairings: soobin x female reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 3431

author’s note: i’ve decided to officially stan txt and soobin is SO cute. as a former band kid (i’m still high school but i haven’t been in band since freshman year) i had to give the world a soobin american competitive marching band fic since marching band season is starting soon.

“Can I have a sip of water?” you heard as you lifted your large water container to your lips. You turned to face a sweaty Soobin and rolled your eyes.

“Why didn’t you bring yours?” you asked him, holding out the container.

“I didn’t know we were going outside today!” he said before taking several large gulps of water.

“Hey!” you yelled as you hit his shoulder, causing him to spill a bit of water.

“What?” he asked confused. You snatched the container from his hands.

“You said ‘a sip of water.’ You’ve had more than a sip of water, Soobin.” you responded, closing up the water bottle and sitting it next to your clarinet case.

“Yeah, but it’s hot.” he groaned, laying down on the astroturfed field. You sigh before hitting his leg softly.

“Don’t lay on the field, you’re gonna get the little rubber pieces stuck on you. It’s bad enough that our shoes are full of them.” you scold.

“Let me rest,” Soobin sighed. Suddenly, the whistle sounded, causing the rest of the band to return to the center of the field. Soobin groaned again.

“Come on,” you said, picking up your clarinet and holding out a hand to pull Soobin up. He took it and got up, picking up his own clarinet before walking to his starting position.

“You’re such a good section leader,” Soobin cooed as he poked your cheek.

“Do you have an extra reed?” Soobin asked, leaning over to whisper in your ear as the band director, Mr. Sauros, scolded the trumpet section for not being in tune. You sighed quietly, before pulling your clarinet case onto your lap and opening it. You pulled out your box of reeds.

“I have like five 4 strengths that haven’t been broken in yet and I have one 3 strength that I used last month, which one do you want?” you whispered back.

“Let me use a 4,” he whispered. You nodded before handing him a reed. You watched him stick the new reed into his mouth to moisten it and your eyes widened when they drifted down to his old reed. The tip of the reed was folded outward, Soobin had bitten the reed while it was on the clarinet.

“Dude, what the hell did you do?” you asked him, looking at the broken reed.

“I-I don’t know,” he replied unconvincingly.

(flashback)

As your band director stopped the band for the seventh time to have you replay the part that the trumpet section couldn’t seem to get, you sighed slightly. Soobin’s eyes drifted towards you as you looked at the music stand in front of you. You placed the mouthpiece of your clarinet against your lips again and groaned when you felt a dry reed against your bottom lip. You licked the reed from the part at the top of the ligature to the rounded tip of the reed before placing it in your mouth correctly.

Soobin gritted his teeth at the sight but forgot that he still had the mouthpiece of his clarinet in his mouth. A slight cracking sound came from Soobin’s clarinet, causing you and a few other people to turn and look at him. Soobin immediately looked away from you and at his own music stand. His tongue touched his reed and his eyes widened, both at his reed and the fact that your band director had just lifted his hands to signal for the band to play.

(flashback over)

“Get your shit together before we get yelled at,” you quietly laughed.

“Ms. (Y/L/N) and Mr. Choi, do you have a joke you want to share with the rest of the band?” Mr. Sauros asked, a serious look on his face.

“No, sir. Soobin had broken his reed and I was laughing at how bad it looks.” you responded nervously. Quiet snickers were heard from the band; even the corners of Mr. Sauros’ lips curved up a bit in a smile.

“Don’t let it happen again, Choi.” he looked at Soobin. Soobin nodded, a nervous blush evident on his cheeks.

“Now, trumpets, play measures fifty-six to seventy again. I’m sure the rest of the band is tired of playing the same section over and over again because most of you choose not to practice outside of this band room.” your director said to the trumpet section. “Let’s get it right this time, okay?”

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Soobin tapped you on your shoulder. You turned from the freshman you were helping to look at the tall boy.

“Can you zip this up for me?” Soobin asked you, your marching band’s light blue and white jacket hanging off of the front of his body. You nodded and walked towards him.

“Sure, turn around.” you told him. He did so and you pulled the two zippered ends of the jacket together before pulling the zipper up until it touched the nape of his neck.

You turned him around and adjusted his shoulder buckles and smoothed his sleeves, stopping when you noticed that they stopped just past three-fourths of his forearms.

“Why would you even try this jacket on?” you asked him. He shrugged and his sleeves moved with him, causing you to laugh.

“I picked the first one I saw,” he responded. You shook your head.

“Turn around so I can take off your jacket.” He complied and you swiftly took his jacket off.

“What number is this jacket?” you asked him.

“Forty-six,” he responded.

“I’ll go get a seventy.” you told him.

“I was that far off?”

“Yep!” you told him before leaving him to get a larger size.

You walked through small pods of changing and uniformed band members to the uniform rack.

“Seventy...seventy-one...seventy-two...let’s try a seventy-thr-oh,” you said as your hands met another person’s on the last seventy-three. You looked up to meet the eyes of Beomgyu Choi, the low brass section leader.

“Oh, hey Beomgyu,” you smiled at him.

“Hey, (Y/N).” replied, a similar smile on his face. “Were you going to get this jacket?” You looked down at your hand that was still touching Beomgyu’s on the last seventy-three.

“Yeah...” you replied. Beomgyu’s eyebrows furrowed a bit as he scanned your body.

“A seventy-three is a little big for you, isn’t it?” he asked while wearing a teasing smile. Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

“Oh, this isn’t for me, Soobin picked the wrong sized jacket.” you responded. Beomgyu nodded in understanding.

“You can have it then, I wouldn’t want you to have to give your boyfriend the wrong size.” Beomgyu said, taking the jacket off of the rack and handing it to you.

“Thanks for the concern and the jacket but...Soobin isn’t my boyfriend,” you told Beomgyu as you took the jacket from his hands.

“Oh, he isn’t?” Beomgyu asked.

“No, we’re just friends.” you laughed.

“In that case...do you want to get something to eat after the section leader’s meeting on Saturday?” he asked you.

“I don’t know. Soobin and I were going to go see a movie after the meeting and I don’t want to bail on him,” you responded.

“Then...let’s sit together at the meeting then. I can get you a drink or something from Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts if you want,” Beomgyu said, tilting his head to the side cutely. You thought about it for a second before nodding with a smile.

“Okay,” you responded.

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s taking so long?” you heard Soobin’s voice from a couple of feet away. Beomgyu smirked at him over your shoulder before leaning down to whisper, “I think your boyfriend who you claim isn’t your boyfriend is worried about where you are.”

You laughed and pushed him away. “I’ll see later, Gyu.”

You walked over to Soobin and handed him the jacket. He looked at you and back at Beomgyu who was picking up another jacket.

“What did he want?” he asked you as he put his arms through the sleeves. You turned him around so that his back faced you and pulled the zippered ends of the jacket together before zipping it up. He turned around to face you so that you could adjust the shoulder buckles.

“He asked me if I wanted to get lunch with him after the section leader meeting and when I told him that I didn’t want to miss hanging out with you, he suggested that we sit together at the meeting and he’ll get me coffee.” you told him as you smoothed down his sleeves. The sleeves finally met his wrists.

“This looks a lot better,” you nodded.

“What did he whisper to you before you came over?” Soobin asked. You looked over to see Beomgyu looking at the two of you with a smirk on his face. You looked back at Soobin, with a smile on your face.

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him before patting him on his back. “Now let’s get your uniform taken off, bagged, and labeled.”

“Can I come in?” Soobin asked you as the two of you stood in the hallway outside of the room where the section leaders’ meeting would be held.

“It’s section leaders only, Soobin. Maybe if you were more responsible, the underclassmen would have voted for you.” you told him as you poked his shoulder.

“The sophomores and juniors aren’t too fond of me,” Soobin mumbled.

“I wonder if it was because of your little clarinet section hazing ceremonies,” you told him.

(flashback to a pair of identical events that took place in 2017 and 2018)

“Do you want to make sure that the clarinet section helps the band go to regionals this year?” Soobin asked the group of freshmen in front of him. The nod in response to his question.

“Let me hear you say it!” Soobin yelled. Soobin heard some variation of ‘yes’ and ‘yeah’ come from the freshmen.

“In order to do that, you need the best reeds.” Soobin says, pacing back and forth in front of the group.

“If you have 2 and a half strength reeds, bring them over there,” Soobin said, pointing to a metal table. Almost all of the freshmen ran to their clarinet cases and pulled out their reeds, the exception being a boy named Kai, a clarinet prodigy who used 4 strength reeds.

“Kai...at least bring one reed,” Soobin said, causing the boy to go to his case and bring one of his reeds to the table.

“So what do we do now?” Yeojin, a freshman asked.

“Break them,” Soobin said while crossing his arms over his chest.

“Break them?” Kai asked. Soobin nodded.

“High school clarinet sections use 3 strength reeds and above,” Soobin said. “If you want the clarinet section help the band succeed, break your 2 and a half reeds.”

The room filled with sounds of splintering and breaking cane and a sad whimpering sound from Kai as he broke his single reed.

The freshmen came to practice the next day with no reeds and thirty dollars each, begging you to order them 3 strength reeds (and Kai his 4 strength reeds) with your Amazon Prime™ account.

(flashback over)

“They’ve always liked you more than me for that exact reason.” he sighed.

“It was funny when Mr. Sauros yelled at you in front of everyone,” you laughed at the memory.

“No, it wasn’t!” Soobin whined.

“Yes, it was,” Beomgyu said from behind you. You turned around at the sound of his voice. He stood behind you carrying two large iced coffees from Dunkin’ Donuts and a box of Munchkins (if you don’t have a DD, they’re just donut balls).

“Beomgyu.” Soobin greeted the boy with a slight nod.

“Soobin.” Beomgyu greeted with a similar tone and action. They stared at each other, sizing the other up. You sighed from your spot between the two boys.

“Let’s go, Beomgyu.” you said as you tugged the boy towards the room. After making sure that Beomgyu was inside of the room where the meeting was being held, you stuck your head outside of the door to look at Soobin.

“I’ll save you a few glazed Munchkins,” you said told him, causing him to smile.

“No, you aren’t!” yelled Felix, the trumpet section leader, from the inside of the room. You rolled your eyes and smiled at Soobin.

“I’ll be out in like 30 minutes. We can go to the movies right after!” you told him.

“(Y/N), the meeting’s starting soon!” Somi, the color guard section leader said before pulling you into the room and closing the door.

“So, what’s our first order of business?” you asked, sitting down between Beomgyu and Jeno, the flute section leader and band president.

“Do you like Beomgyu?” Soobin asked you as you changed out of your marching uniform on the bus back to your school after your first competition. You look at him to see if he’s serious, and feel your heart sink a bit at his expression. His tired eyes and frowning face is illuminated every time your bus passes a streetlight on while you’re on the highway.

“Soobin...he might like me but I don’t like him in the same way that he likes me.” you tell the boy.

“Then...do you like anyone in the same way that Beomgyu likes you?” he asks you as a follow-up question.

You smile at him.

“I think so.”

“What does that mean?” he asks you.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s one in the morning and I have homework to do today,” you tell him as you lift his arm and cuddle into his side. “Wake me up when we get to the school.”

You miss the smile that covers Soobin’s sleepy face as you fall asleep on the boy. When he pulls you closer into his side, he feels you sigh and sleepily wrap your arms around him to pull him closer to you.

You and Soobin sat next to each other in the stands of the football stadium, listening to an announcer tell yours and the forty other high schools in your region their rankings and the fifteen bands that would make it to the national competition being held in that very stadium just two weeks later. You could feel Soobin shifting nervously in his seat next to you.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

“C-can you hold my hand?” he asked you. You nodded and picked up his hand from its spot on his leg.

“Nervous?” you asked him.

“Yeah. It’s just the idea that all of our work...everything that we’ve worked hard to achieve...it could be shut down tonight.”

“We performed well tonight, Soobin. Yeonjun made all of his dots, I didn’t squeak during my solo, Yang Yang didn’t miss one note in his part on the bells.” you reassured him. “If we don’t make it to nationals, I will sue the shit out of Bands of America.”

He laughs. Suddenly, you hear the announcer say, “In second place...” your attention is snapped towards the expensive LED screen in the middle of the stadium.

“The Marching Marlins from Morris High School!” echoed through the stadium. Soobin’s grip on your hand tightened. The air was tense as everyone looked at each other. Your band hadn’t been announced yet and there was only one spot left.

“And finally, the band in first place....” you could feel yourself leaning in to hear the announcer’s words.

“...will be announced after this advertisement.” a groan sounded through the stadium as the stadium’s lights dimmed and the LED screens throughout the stadium began to show an advertisement for a new series of Yamaha instruments.

“Ugh, only the percussion section uses Yamaha!” you groaned.

After the commercial ended, the lights in the stadium brightened. You looked at Soobin and squeezed his hand, giving him a nervous smile.

“In first place...(Y/H/S)!” (i’m not creative enough to come up with another high school name)

You looked over at Soobin and smiled.

“I told you we would make it.”

The next week, you found yourself back at the stadium, standing in the middle of the football field. You were surrounded by hundreds of other finalists for the national marching competition with Soobin at your side.

You held Soobin’s hand as you watched the finals competition montage on one of the screens in the stadium, seeing Soobin’s exasperated face at the end of your show on the screen before it changed to a member of a different band.

“You look stupid,” you whispered to him.

“Shut up.” he whispered back with a smile on his face.

Soon after, the montage ended and winners were announced and given medals. As the announcer rattled off places that were closer and closer to the five places, you felt yourself getting more and more nervous as you thought back to your band’s finals performance.

In the finals performance, while getting off of the platform after your solo, one of the legs holding the platform broke, causing you to lose your balance. You fell but quickly got up to move to your place, getting there just after the formation changed again, dragging behind the tempo for a few counts before finally being able to match it on the seventh beat.

You met with the prop engineers right after the performance to see what had happened with teary eyes. The platform had never broken during your practices and you worked with the engineers to do numerous checks. You stomped on it, jumped on it repeatedly, you even had Soobin to jump on it with you, just to make sure that it was sturdy enough. The engineers found that a screw had either fallen out or had been taken out.

You sighed and pulled off your helmet.

“It could only happen at the final performance, right?” you joked with the engineer closest to you, a smile plastered on your face with watery eyes. The man nodded.

“I guess so. You still did an amazing job, kid.” he said, offering a fist towards you. You bumped it and smiled before wiping away your tears.

You were taken back to the present moment as you

“In first place...The Marching Bulls from Toros High School with a score of 99.71! Which means that second place is given to (Y/H/S) with a score of 99.53!” the announcer said.

You sighed but stood still as you received your silver medal from your director.

“We still got an amazing score, (Y/N). The fact that we lost, isn’t your fault. Don’t let anyone in our band or in our stadium or online or elsewhere tell you that we got second place because of you. The judges told me personally that you weren’t penalized.” Mr. Sauros told you. You gave him a small smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Sauros.”

He nodded and smiled at you before moving to the person behind you to give them a silver medal.

After being congratulated, all of the bands were given the right to disperse. Some members of other bands came up to you to congratulate you and tell you that you still did a great job. After a few people came over to talk to you, Soobin taps you on your shoulder and opens his arms to give you a hug.

You enter his arms and wrap your own around him. “It’s the last one, Soobin.”

“You did a great job, (Y/N),” he tells you. You pull away from him and look at his face.

“You think so?” you ask him.

“Of course I do.” he tells you, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Can I ask you something?” Soobin asks. You pull away from him again to look at him.

“Can I, uh, kiss you?” he asks you. You nod before wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. He places his hands on your waist and looks from your lips to your eyes repeatedly.

“I’ll do it myself,” you say before pressing your lips against his.

You hear some ‘oooh’s and cheers as the two of you stand with your lips pressed against each other. You pull away and look at each other with a smile on each of your faces.

“Can I ask a dumb question?” he asks.

“Go ahead.” you respond.

“Do you like me?” he asks. You hit his chest.

“Yes, I’ve been in love with you since sophomore year, dumbass.” you tell him before going to walk away from him. He pulls you back against him and looks at you expectantly.

“What?” you ask.

“Can you kiss me again?” he asks.

You answer his question by pressing your lips against his.

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