#and it's been getting more and more real as months pass and i look at my grandma and she has gotten so old it could happen any minute
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reblogging comment review by @zyafics
iâm alive iâm here (iâm fulfilling my duties bc damn a bitch went offline for 9 days and is behind on everything đ) âŹď¸
You drifted to your room, collapsing onto the small bed. The familiar scent of home did little to soothe the ache in your chest. It didnât feel right. It never did, only when your brother was around, but now, not even that thought gave you faith as you closed your eyes, picturing Rafeâs face. His smile, his touch, his voice â they were all painfully vivid.
ugh i miss ur writing sm i love how this scene felt âslowâ like u were navigating this lagged moment with her because nothing felt real
As you both settled in, the familiar warmth of his presence was a small comfort, a reminder that despite everything, you were still here together.
i donât give a shit the one thing i love more than romance stories is sibling relationships đ theyâre my heart n soul
"Heâs facing several charges, but the severity of his sentence could depend on his cooperation. If he agrees to testify against his father, the authorities might offer him a deal."
i fear he wonât do it đđ
âYouâre too good, yâknow that? Personally, I donât give a fuck if he dies.â
jj đđđ leave her alone đđđ
"Complicated? Complicated is being stuck on an island, wondering if your sister is alive or dead. Complicated is dealing with the fact that the guy who put us through hell gets to play hero for a day and suddenly he's got your sympathy."
screaming into my pillow ur dialogues r too good
A carbon copy of your mother, your punishment.
okay pause âđź not the thematic parallel to abusive and neglectful parental figures i cannot handle this
You were just trying to find a shred of humanity in someone who had shown you a glimpse of it.
THIS LINE EATS SO HARD đđđ
âIs that what you tell yourself to make you feel better?â
my jj would swing at ur jj for the way ur talking to ur sister
âBecause I want to!â You screamed even though you hadnât meant to. Tears of frustration fell as you raised your head, âAnd as far as Iâm concerned, Iâm still my own person and I can make my own decisions.â
PERIOD!!!!
 âHe was good to me.â
girl *I* held my breath
Sarah never pushed you to talk, never demanded explanations. Instead, she just sat with you, shared a laugh or two, and let the silence speak for itself. It was a strange comfort; one you hadnât realized you needed until it was there.
i love ur sarah sm mines a bitchhh đââď¸âđź
âNo. Uh, a friend, I guessââ You were about to ramble, not too certain of what to say, but settled for, âCan you tell him Maybankâs calling?â
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE HIS PUNK ASS IS GONNA BE LIKE âi donât know a maybankâ
"Iâm sorry. Mr. Cameron has requested not to speak with you," she said. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
YOU PUNK ASS BITCH
You screamed until your throat was raw, until you had nothing left to give.
no i didnât (personally cannot scream LOL)
Six months had passed since that day
what the actual fuck
You had spent the afternoon alone, lounging in the living room with a half-read book and a broken fan that did little to ease the stifling heat.Â
such good imagery god i love this
Your words caught in your throat as you saw him standing there.Â
my heart is pounding omg
âYou had six months.â
YIKES đŹ
You looked at him, searching for any sign of deceit. His eyes were clear, more focused than you had ever seen them. âWhy should I believe you?â
iâm shaking rn pls give a girl some respite
Rafe looked offended, eyes zeroing in on your lips before his gaze met yours. That's when you felt it again, âI never lied to you.â
iâm throwing punches into my pillow rn biting my teeth ohmygod
Rafeâs expression softened, and he reached out tentatively, his hand stopping inches from your arm. âIâm sorry, baby.â
go away demon đš @ gigi
Itâs only then, when your brain cleared slightly that you noticed he looked different. His hair had been buzzed, his skin looked tanner than the last time youâd seen him, he looked healthier.Â
oh weâre in season 3 now ok
âIâm sorry,â he said, his voice barely a whisper. âIâm so sorry.â
iâm literally scraping my fingernails against chalkboards rn pls stop this madness đđđ
Rafe paused in the doorway, his back to you. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried clearly through the thick air. "I donât regret it," he repeated, his shoulders tensing as he spoke.
gonna die ok đŞŚ
You had tried so hard to suppress your feelings, to deny the depth of your connection with him. But thisâŚwasnât something that could be easily forgotten or ignored. You had been so afraid to admit it, fearing that acknowledging would destroy you.Â
You were in love with Rafe Cameron.Â
oh my fucking god u did it again
final thoughts â ohmygod. i dont know why i kept putting off reading this? i think a part of me was scared because the literal content warning was âaka angstâ and i said no. anyways, first and foremost u done it again gigi. what i was so impressed about this chapter was ur ability to create such flowing, strong and long dialogues. the one between jj and reader i read twice because i canât believe how naturally-paced this story goes through that u donât even realized itâs chunks on chunks of dialogues. thatâs such an incredible feat and knowing now that ur from europe and english is probably a second language? the way u select the right words at the right time is an talent i strive to have. iâm like re-editing in my head being like âwould i come up with that?â and being like âyeah i wouldâve ended it there (bc i donât know how to elongate a scene) but gigi knew how to keep it going.â gigi, when i tell u thatâs one of the most impressive skills iâve ever seen in my life iâm so serious. also, the way you structure and keep a consistent flow of emotions. the beginning of the story is stretched out in a way that i cinematically imagined a lagged moment. yk how in euphoria where it drags a scene from one part to the next? like that. and then the ending, when i said i was shaking, i was truly shaking. u had my heart clutched in ur hand and u just SQUEEZED IT đ đ the way i felt everything and was so scared and panicking and my eyes wanted to read ahead because i wanted to know what happens but i also wanted to enjoy the writing đ u got me doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to read đ i thoroughly enjoyed this to the very end and ngl, i am so scared to read the next chapter i think imma hold off for a minâŚ
THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - five
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers 𫣠the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea thatâs all I got you can do whatever else the rest đ"
warnings: angst <3333333 for everyone <33; might need some editing bc im too tired to check everything but yeah
word count: 7.7k
The ride back to home was a blur. The plane ride, the ferry.
Everything.Â
Every mile that took you further from Rafe felt like a wound being reopened. The police officers tried to engage you in conversation, but your responses were monosyllabic at best. They eventually gave up, letting you stare out the window in silence.
When you finally arrived, the sight of the familiar streets of The Cut did little to comfort you. Your house felt alien, a place you barely recognized. The officers escorted you inside, their presence a reminder of the reality you were returning to.Â
âYour brother and your friends were rescued from a remote island a while ago. He was informed of your whereabouts an hour ago, heâll be here soon.â
Their words barely registered.
You nodded numbly; your mind still stuck between the events that had unfolded just two days ago.
What kind of sister had you turned into? Barely phased over the fact your little brother was thankfully alive and well? You were supposed to protect him.Â
Sensing your detachment, they exchanged a look before retreating to the porch, giving you some semblance of privacy.
You wandered through the house, your steps heavy. Each room felt like a snapshot from another life. The couch where you and your brother used to bicker over TV shows when Luke spent days doing God knows what, the kitchen table where meals were shared and stories were told, only between you twoâ they all seemed like relics of a past you could no longer touch.
Things would never be the same, you knew that.
You drifted to your room, collapsing onto the small bed. The familiar scent of home did little to soothe the ache in your chest. It didnât feel right. It never did, only when your brother was around, but now, not even that thought gave you faith as you closed your eyes, picturing Rafeâs face. His smile, his touch, his voice â they were all painfully vivid.
That must be your punishment.Â
A soft knock on the door jolted you from your thoughts. You sat up, heart racing. Your body was still on high alert, every little noise sent shivers down your skin. The blasting of the gunshots was still deeply rooted in your brain. It hadnât even been three days.Â
The old wooden door creaked open, and your brother's face appeared, bright blue eyes wide with concern. He rushed to your side, pulling you into a tight embrace nearly knocking the air out of your lungs.
"Holy shit,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, âHoly shit.â
You clung to him, the dam breaking as tears streamed down your face. The sobs wracked your body as JJ held you like you used to hold him. It devastated you. It felt so disappointing. He was never supposed to be the one carrying the family burden, you were. After what felt like an eternity, you pulled back, wiping your tears. Your brother sat beside you, his eyes searching your face.
âYouâre not hurt?â
You took a shaky breath, trying to find the words, but all you managed to blurt out was a small âNo. You?â
âNo,â JJ nodded, lips pursed into a tight line as if he was figuring out what to say next, âThey told me about the shooting.â
Your heart sank further at his words. You had hoped to avoid talking about it, at least for a little while. But he was watching you like he used to when you would act as a human shield for him, you couldn't brush it aside.
âIâm fine, I promise.â You reached out and squeezed his hand. "What about you? How did you get off that island?"
JJ let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.
âIt was a mess. We were stuck there for weeks, trying to find a way out. Pope and Kie kept us sane, but it was rough. We finally managed to signal a passing boat, and they rescued us. But the whole time, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
You squeezed his hand tighter, guilt and gratitude warring within you.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm so sorry, JJ."
He shook his head vehemently. "No, don't apologize. None of this is your fault. IâI shouldâve saved you on that ship, okay? Itâs on me, not you.â
Youâd cry again if you didnât feel like your body was about to collapse, âYou did everything you could. We both did. It's not your fault."
âThe one time we changed places, and I couldnât do it.â
"Jayâ"
"I should have been there for you," He insisted, "I hated it."
It was your fault, not his. You pulled him into another hug, trying to convey with your touch what words couldn't express. The weight of your shared guilt and pain was almost suffocating, but at least you were together. You felt his body shaking, whether, from exhaustion or emotion, you couldn't tell.
When you finally let go, you took a deep breath, hoping to find some semblance of strength.
"Weâre gonna be okay.â
JJ nodded, though you could see the doubt lingering in his eyes. "I know. It's just... hard."
"I get it. But we're both here, we're alive.â
A small, sad smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
The two of you sat in silence for a while, it was a fragile peace, but it was something. The familiar sound of the waves crashing against the shore outside the window was a reminder that life continued, even when it felt like your world had stopped.
"Do you think things will ever go back to normal?" JJ's voice was quiet, almost hesitant.
If he only knew. The one time you managed to close your eyes and sleep you were plagued by nightmares of JJ finding out what youâd done. About you and Rafe. It made you want to scratch your skin raw.Â
âYeah.â
You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, a mirror of your own fatigue. You knew you both needed rest, but the thought of sleep was daunting. The nightmares felt too close, the darkness too suffocating.
"Let's try to get some sleep," You suggested softly, though you weren't sure you could follow your own advice. "We both need it, âkay?â
JJ nodded, but you could see the wariness in his eyes. He laid down next to you, the bed barely accommodating the both of you.
As you both settled in, the familiar warmth of his presence was a small comfort, a reminder that despite everything, you were still here together.
The minutes ticked by in silence, the only sound being the rhythmic crashing of the waves outside. You focused on that, letting it be your anchor. Slowly, the tension in your body started to ease, the weight of the dayâs events beginning to lift, even if just a little.
"Do you remember the first time we went out on the boat alone?" JJ's voice was a whisper in the darkness, a fragile thread connecting the past to the present.
A small smile tugged at your lips. "Yeah. You insisted you knew how to steer, and we almost ended up crashing into that sandbank."
He chuckled softly. "We were so scared. But you figured it out. You always did."
The memory was a bittersweet reminder of simpler times, a time when your biggest worry was navigating the boat, not navigating the chaos your lives had become. When you werenât a complete fuck up.
Exhaustion finally began to overtake you, your eyes growing heavy. JJ's breathing evened out beside you, a comforting rhythm that lulled you closer to sleep. You wanted to tell him everything, but you couldnât. Not without losing him in the process.Â
Sleep came slowly, but when it did, it was deep and dreamless. Completely void, much like yourself these days.Â
Morning came too soon, sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the room.
You blinked awake, disoriented for a moment before the events of the past days came rushing back. JJ was still asleep beside you, his face peaceful in repose.
Carefully, you slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake him. The officer who comforted you after the shooting promised to call as soon as he got an update on Rafeâs condition. And so far? No call.
You wondered if the hospital or the police had contacted Sarah. She was Rafeâs closest family, aside from Wheezie who was still a kid, and Ward who was a sought-out criminal. It made sense that they would reach out to her.
If you rang the hospital, they wouldnât disclose a thing, you werenât family, and it wasnât like you could ask Sarah. She would know something was wrong the moment you asked about Rafe. It was risky.Â
The kitchen felt eerily quiet, the early morning light casting long shadows on the walls. You made yourself a cup of coffee, the warmth a small comfort against the chill that had settled in your bones.
Sitting at the table, you sipped slowly, trying to come up with some sort of tangible plan. You wanted to know if he was okay, needed to know, but every option seemed fraught with risk.
Your new phone buzzed on the table, jolting you from your thoughts.
You picked it up, heart pounding as you saw an unknown number flashing on the screen. You hesitated for a moment before answering.
âHello?â
âThis is Officer Thompson. I promised Iâd keep you updated on Rafe Cameronâs condition.â
You closed your eyes, thanking God for finally giving you some piece of mind, âYes, thank you.â
âHeâs stable,â Officer Thompson continued. âThe surgery went well, and heâs in recovery. Itâll be a while before heâs fully back on his feet, but heâs out of immediate danger.â
The knot in your stomach loosened slightly. âThank you for letting me know.â
There was a pause on the other end.
âI know this is difficult, but you should focus on your own recovery too. Thereâs a chance the feds will contact you, theyâre building their case on Ward. What happened to you is, unfortunately, considered a minor crime compared to everything heâs done, so maybe youâll get some peace. If not, you might have to testify against him.â
The idea of having to testify against Ward made you uncomfortable to no end. Reliving those moments in front of a courtroom full of strangers seemed unbearable.Â
âAnd Rafe? What are his charges?â
"Heâs facing several charges, but the severity of his sentence could depend on his cooperation. If he agrees to testify against his father, the authorities might offer him a deal."
A deal. It was a slim chance, but it was something. You hated yourself for the weight that left your shoulders. He should be locked up, you knew that, back then you prayed for the day he paid for what he did and yet here you were, holding on to any possibility of freedom.
You thanked Officer Thompson again and ended the call, setting your phone down with a shaky hand. The coffee had grown cold, but you didn't have the energy to make another cup. You sat there for a long moment, staring into space, trying to gather your thoughts.
The sound of footsteps drew your attention, and you turned to see JJ standing in the doorway, his hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep.
âWho was that?â He asked, his voice still groggy.
âUhâOfficer Thompson. He was at the scene the other day and told me heâd keep me updated.â
JJ tilted his head, his messy bed hair following suit, âUpdated on what?â
âRafeâs condition,â You replied, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. It was a half-lie. At least you were giving him something.Â
JJ stopped in his tracks, âAnd you care becauseâŚ?â
âFor closure, I guess.â
JJâs gaze softened slightly as he walked over to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting across from you.
âYouâre too good, yâknow that? Personally, I donât give a fuck if he dies.â
You winced inwardly. "JJ, you can't just say stuff like that.â
He leaned back in his chair, brows furrowed. "Why not? After everything heâs done, he deserves whatever he gets."
You couldn't argue with that, but part of you still felt the need to defend Rafe. He saved your life.
âHeâs still a human being, okay?â
JJ scoffed, shaking his head. "Barely.â
You didnât know why you suddenly felt so angry, so defensive. But it made its way up your body until your lips were moving again, practically spitting the words out.
âHe saved my life.â
Your brother stared at you like you were speaking another language, âSaved your life? Are you serious? Itâs his fault you were there in the first place!â
âHe chose to help me. And I can't just forget that."
JJ ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated.
"This is insane. One good deed doesn't erase all the bad he's done."
You reached for his back, âI know that.â
He pulled away from your touch, your fingers only brushing against his shirt, âDo you?â
His retreat felt like a knife to your heart. JJ had always been your rock, the one person you could count on. Seeing him look at you with such disbelief and anger made you feel more isolated than ever. He looked at you like youâd imagined in your nightmares, but the real thing felt ten times worse.Â
"Iâm not saying heâs a good person. Iâm just saying⌠itâs complicated."
He paced around the kitchen table.
"Complicated? Complicated is being stuck on an island, wondering if your sister is alive or dead. Complicated is dealing with the fact that the guy who put us through hell gets to play hero for a day and suddenly he's got your sympathy."
"It's not sympathy," You insisted, your voice rising despite your best efforts to stay collected. You never raised your voice at him. "It's just... I don't know. I saw a different side of him. Maybe he can change. Or at least help put Ward away."
JJ stopped and spun around to face you, his eyes blazing. "And what if he doesn't? What if this is all part of some twisted game for him? People like Rafe don't just change, okay? They manipulate, they hurt, they destroy."
âJJâ"
âYou sound exactly like her.â
You didnât have to ask to know what he meant. Suddenly your entire soul felt like it was being drained out and slashed into pieces.
You spent a lifetime hearing it, from Luke.
A carbon copy of your mother, your punishment.
âDonât say that.â
âThatâs exactly the type of bullshit she would spit out about dad, wasnât it? And look where it got her.â
Memories of your mother flooded back. The excuses, the false hope, and the endless cycle of pain and disappointment. You werenât her, were you? Holding out for a man who was never going to change, who would only inflict pain upon your life? It couldnât be. You spent your entire life making sure you were nothing like her.
It wasnât fair.
You werenât making excuses for Rafe as your mother did for Luke. You were just trying to find a shred of humanity in someone who had shown you a glimpse of it. You stood there, feeling the weight of his accusation like a leaden cloak.
How could he think you were blind to Rafeâs faults? You knew them all too well. Standing there in the kitchen, under the harsh morning light, you felt exposed, vulnerable, and fiercely defensive.
âIâm not her,â You finally managed to say, your voice cracking, âIâm not defending him like she did.â
âIs that what you tell yourself to make you feel better?â
Your eyes narrow into slits, âIâm not doing this with you, not right now.âÂ
You turned away, your fists clenched at your sides as you fought to regain your composure.
He followed you hot on your trail, "Don't walk away from me.â
"I'm not defending him," You insisted, your back still to him, âIâm just trying to understand, okay?â
âUnderstand what? Jesus, Rafe is who he is.â
"And maybe he can change," You shot back, the words spilling out despite the tightening knot in your chest. "Maybe he saved my life because he wants to change."
"He's manipulating you," JJ retorted, his jaw clenched. "Just like he always does. You went through some traumatic shit together, but that doesn't mean you owe him anything."
You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face him again. Your head was tingling, the headache already forming itself, and you felt hot all-over.Â
âSome traumatic shit?â You repeated, âAre you fucking serious?â
JJ raised both his hands, tangling them in his hair in frustration, âYou almost died, and now you're here defending the guy who put you in that position?"
The accusation stung. You felt the heat rise in your chest. You hated fighting with your brother. You were letting your feelings for Rafe get between the two of you.
He shook his head, disappointment oozing from him in waves, "Good luck with that. Just don't expect me to sit here and act like everything's okay."
You blinked away the dryness in your eyes, "I'm not asking you to. Can't you see that maybe things aren't as black and white as they seem?"
âAll I know is what he's done to us, to you."
"And what about what he did for me?" You shot back, the words bitter on your tongue.
âAnd what did he do exactly?" Your lips parted to speak, but words continued to spill from his mouth, âWhat did you do?â
You gave no reply, unblinking, short breaths escaping you. His accusation lingered in the air, challenging you to defend the indefensible. The truth was there, clawing at your mind, but you couldn't bring yourself to voice it.Â
Not to JJ, not yet.
"I don't expect you to understand," You finally said, voice strained, "But Iâm not turning my back on him.â
JJ's eyes narrowed; frustration etched on his face. "Why?â
âBecause I want to!â You screamed even though you hadnât meant to. Tears of frustration fell as you raised your head, âAnd as far as Iâm concerned, Iâm still my own person and I can make my own decisions.â
He opened his mouth to respond, but the words seemed to evaporate. For a moment, the kitchen was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing and the instant regret that filled your bones.
Finally, JJ spoke, his voice low and strained. "Fine. Do what you want."
You watched as he turned away, his shoulders tense with anger or disappointment â perhaps both. His footsteps echoed loudly in the quiet kitchen as he stormed out, leaving you standing there, feeling raw and exposed. It was the first time you had ever raised your voice at him, and the aftermath left a bitter taste in your mouth.Â
Alone in the kitchen, you sank into your chair again, your energy completely drained. Part of you wanted to run after him, to explain, to make him understand. But he never would. None of them would.
Because unlike you, they werenât stupid enough to sympathize with Rafe Cameron.
Sitting there, you couldn't shake the feeling that you'd crossed a line, one you might not be able to uncross. You stared at your hands, still trembling from the argument, and let out a long, shaky breath. What was it about Rafe that had such a grip on you?Â
You heard the front door open and close, a clear sign that JJ had left the house. Maybe it was for the best, giving you both time to cool down. You got up to pour the coffee down the sink, the sound of the liquid swirling away a tiny comfort.
You spent the entire day locked away in your room, avoiding any kind of social interaction, or the sun. Your phone buzzed again, and for a moment, you considered ignoring it.
You picked it up, expecting another call from Officer Thompson, but the name on the screen made your heart skip a beat.
Sarah.
With a deep breath, you answered. âHey sweets.â
âHi,â Sarahâs voice was almost unsure. âJJ and the police called earlier, told us what happened. Are you okay? Iâm on the mainland with John B, weâre taking the next ferry back home.âÂ
You closed your eyes, somewhat relieved that you wouldnât have to face them yet.
âYeah, IâmâŚManaging. I'm okay.â
âGood, thatâs good,â There was a pause, and then she asked, âHave you heard anything about...Rafe?â
Had the hospital not called her? The question hung in the air. You had, but you didnât know how much to share.Â
âHeâs stable. The surgery went well.â
Sarah sighed, âGood. Thatâs good to hear I guess.â
âSarah,â You began, hesitating. âDid the hospital call you?â
There was a long silence on the other end before she replied, âYeah. But IâŚI donât know. I just couldnât bring myself to answer. I knew it was coming after the police called. ButâYeah, itâs just, itâs really hard.â
You didnât know what to say, âIâm so sorry.â
âYouâre the only one not giving me shit about stillâŚcaring? I guess. Heâs my brother, you know? And I want to hate him, so bad, but I canât.â
"I get it, Sarah. He's your brother. It's okay to feel conflicted."
"Yeah," She exhaled heavily, "But I don't know how to deal with it. He's done so much harm, and yet. I keep hoping there's still some good left in him. I know there's no hope for my dad, but Rafe..."
She had seen him before Ward turned him into this. She still carried the guilt of reveling in their fatherâs approval, the clear favoritism that she never stood against for her brother, even though she could see her fatherâs fingers printed on Rafeâs cheeks.Â
Her words echoed your inner struggle. You understood herâhow love and hate could coexist in such a tangled mess when it came to family.Â
 âHe was good to me.â
There was a long pause.
You expected her to hang up on you, to call you a list of degrading names, all of which you felt you deserved. She had suffered deeply at the hands of her brotherâ the same brother you had come to care for, despite knowing the full extent of what heâd done.Â
But you underestimated her.
Caught between your own anxiety and the dread of truth being exposed, you momentarily forgot just how compassionate and noble Sarah was. She possessed a goodness that mirrored your ownâloyal, forgiving, and endlessly understanding.
Both lovers and fighters.
 "I know, the feds told me about the shooting," Sarah finally said, "And I think that's what makes it so hard. Picturing him as the same monster from before was a lot easier.â
You nodded even though she couldn't see you, feeling a deep ache in your chest. "Yeah."
"I don't know what to do," She confessed, her vulnerability cutting through the distance between you. "Part of me wants to see him, to talk to him. And part of me wants to never look at him again."
"I think... whatever you decide, it's okay," You offered tentatively, not entirely sure if your words were comforting or just empty platitudes.
âJohn B disagrees.â
âYeah, so does JJ.â
"I appreciate you telling me about Rafe," Sarah continued, her voice softer now, more vulnerable. "I... I don't think I could have handled hearing it from anyone else."
You felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry you had to hear it like this, sweetheart. I wish things were different."
"We all do," she replied softly. "Thank you.â
âOf course," You said, "Take care of yourself.â
"You too. We'll see you soon, okay?"
"Yeah. See you soon."
The call ended, and you stared at your phone for a long moment, the screen dark and lifeless, much like yourself lately.Â
You spent the next few days in a haze, avoiding JJ and the rest of your friends as much as possible. Youâd only seen Sarah. Somehow her presence didnât make you feel as nervous as you thought. It weirdly calmed you down. Youâd always been close, ever since she joined the group, but now you felt like she was the only one who understood your point of view.Â
You knew Pope and Kie wouldnât, and you couldnât blame them.
Sarah never pushed you to talk, never demanded explanations. Instead, she just sat with you, shared a laugh or two, and let the silence speak for itself. It was a strange comfort; one you hadnât realized you needed until it was there.
The small house felt like a prison. It wasnât until a week later, as you sat on the beach watching the waves crash against the shore, that your phone buzzed with a message. It was the officer: "Rafeâs awake."
Your heart leaped into your throat. You still hadnât told anyone the full extent of what had happened between you and him, and you werenât sure you ever could. They knew he was in the hospital, that you two had gotten caught in a shooting, that heâd somehow saved your life. That was it. But now, with him awakeâŚYou didnât know what to do.
With trembling hands, you dialed the number the officer had provided. After a few rings, someone answered.
"Hello, this is St. Michael Hospital. How can I help you?"
You snap out of your daze, "Hi, I'm calling to check on a patient, Rafe Cameron. I was told heâs awake."
There was a pause, the sound of keyboard keys clicking. "Yes, Mr. Cameron is awake. Are you a family member?"
âNo. Uh, a friend, I guessââ You were about to ramble, not too certain of what to say, but settled for, âCan you tell him Maybankâs calling?â
âOkay, just a minute please.â
The hold music was the only thing keeping you centered on the moment, each note heightening your anxiety. When the nurse returned, her tone was pitiful, and you knew then that you werenât going to like her answer.
"Iâm sorry. Mr. Cameron has requested not to speak with you," she said. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
You wanted to hurl the phone into the ocean, plunge your head underwater, and only resurface when the ringing in your ears ceased.
 What the hell?Â
You had spent weeks on edge, consumed by thoughts of him, hoping he would survive, praying for him despite not believing in that sort of thing. You didn't have it in you to put up a fight.
"No, that's all. Thank you." You ended the call and stared at your phone.Â
Rafe didnât want to speak with you.
You felt foolish, as if you were just now glimpsing the bigger picture and recognizing that maybe he didnât care after all. Perhaps, on the island, you were the one thing keeping him grounded, but now? Now you were back to being a nobody, just a pogue.
It felt like everything you had shared was for nothing.
Had you imagined it? No, you knew you hadnât.
Rafe had kissed you and touched you with the tenderness of a lover, as if you were precious and any rough movement might break you.
The moments you had shared, the way he had saved your lifeâmaybe they didnât mean as much to him as they did to you. The bond you thought you had formed with Rafe was, perhaps, a desperate attempt to find something good in the chaos.
The waves crashed against the shore, the sound a distant roar as you sat on the sand, a storm brewing inside. You tried to hold it together, to keep the facade of normalcy for a little longer, but it was getting harder with each passing day. This felt like it was the final straw.
Without warning, a scream ripped from your throat, raw and unfiltered. It echoed across the empty beach, a primal release of everything you had been bottling up.
The anger, the confusion, the hurtâit all came pouring out in that one moment. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the salty sea breeze.
You hadnât cried properly in weeks.Â
You screamed until your throat was raw, until you had nothing left to give. The sun cast long shadows on the sand, the beach deserted except for you. Collapsing back onto the sand, you let the tears flow freely.Â
There was no one to judge you, no one to see you fall apart. Youâd spent a lifetime pulling yourself together, it was only fair you finally got to breathe properly. When the tears subsided, you wiped your face with the back of your hand and took a shuddering breath. The tightness in your chest began to ease, replaced by a hollow ache.
You were many things, but none of them were weak and yet...It was almost unbearable, the way your mind replayed every interaction, every look, every word, searching for signs you might have missed, clues that would have warned you not to get attached.
The sound of footsteps in the sand pulled you from your thoughts.
You turned to see JJ approaching. Your heart sank; you werenât ready to face him after the argument. He sat down next to you, silent for a moment as he followed your gaze out to the horizon.
When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you expected.
âIâve been thinking about what you said.â
You nodded, unsure of what to say.
âIâm sorry for what I said about Mom,â he continued, his tone filled with regret. âI shouldnât have compared you to her. That wasnât fair.â
You swallowed hard, the tension easing slightly from your shoulders. âItâs okay, JJ. I know you didnât mean it.â
âI did, and I didnât,â he admitted. âI just... I donât want to see you get hurt. I donât trust him, and I hate that youâve been caught up in all this.â
âHe doesnât want to talk to me.â
He glanced at you, eyebrow raised. âWhat do you mean?â
âI called the hospital. They said heâs awake, but he doesnât want to speak with me.â
Your brother frowned, his protective instincts flaring up. âThat fucking asshole. After everythingââ
You shook your head, cutting him off gently. âMaybe itâs for the best. Maybe heâs right.â
JJâs expression softened, and he reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âHey, donât do that. Donât blame yourself. You did nothing wrong.â
A lump formed in your throat, but you nodded, trying to believe his words. âI just... I thought there was more to it. That maybe he could change.â
âPeople like Rafe... itâs hard to change.â
âYeah.â
 âBut that doesnât mean youâre wrong for wanting to see the good in him.â
He spoke with such gentleness and wisdom. You forgot he wasnât a kid anymore. That heâd also done his fair share of growing up way too fast.Â
You leaned into his touch, âI know.â
âWeâll get through this,â JJ said firmly. âTogether. You and me, like always.â
 âLove you.â
âLove you too.â
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the beach, you and JJ sat there in silence. The waves continued to crash against the shore, a reminder that life moved forward, even when it felt like everything was falling apart.
Maybe things would never go back to the way they were, but you had your brother, your friends, and a resilience you hadnât known you possessed.Â
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Six months had passed since that day.
Life had settled into a fragile semblance of normalcy. The days were longer now, summer heat pressing down on The Cut, making the air thick and heavy. You had spent the afternoon alone, lounging in the living room with a half-read book and a broken fan that did little to ease the stifling heat.Â
You were lost in your book when a loud, insistent banging on the door jolted you from your reverie. Few people would knock with such urgency.
The forceful banging on the door didnât stop and you jolted upright.
Without thinking, you got up and flung the door open, irritation flaring. "What the fâ"
Your words caught in your throat as you saw him standing there.Â
"Rafe?" You blurted out. You immediately tried to close the door in his face, but he was quick. His hand shot out, holding it open, "Are you kidding me?" You hissed, pushing harder against the door.
"Maybankâ"
"If you don't get off my property, I swear to fucking Godâ"
"Wait!" Rafe's voice was strained, his hand trembling as he held the door open. "Just listen for a second."
You glared at him, every instinct telling you to push harder, to shut him out. But something in his eyesâfear, desperation, a flicker of the Rafe you once knewâgave you pause.
The last time you saw him, he was bleeding out and terrifyingly pale.
The last update you had on him was from Sarah, months ago. He had left the hospital and kept sporadic contact, reaching out to her only every few weeks.
You never asked her about his well-being or what he was doing; despite guessing that he was cooperating with the police. At least you hoped he was.Â
You were determined not to care anymore.
He leaned his weight against the doorframe, âYou look good.â
You were going to slap the lack of common sense out of him.Â
You scoffed, not letting your guard down. âWhat are you doing here?â
He looked down, struggling to find the words as he scratched the back of his head, âI... I needed to see you. To talk.â
âAnd I need you to crawl back to whatever hole you just creeped out of, have a good day.â
You tried to push the door shut again, but his grip tightened. âPlease, just give me a minute.â
âYou had six months.â
âI know, and Iâm sorry. I wasâ Itâs messed up, okay? Iâm still working with the feds. I was losing it. Still am, probably. But I need to explain. Please, Maybank, just a minute.â
You hesitated the anger and hurt battling against the small, lingering part of you that still cared.
Finally, you stepped back, letting the door open just enough for him to enter.
âTalk,â you said, your voice icy.
Rafe stepped inside, looking around your small living room as if seeing it for the first time, which you now realized he'd never been in your house.
He turned to face you, his expression earnest. âI didnât know what to say. I feltââ, He took a deep breath, cheeks puffing, âAshamed. I donât know.â
You crossed your arms over your chest, keeping a safe distance between you.
âAshamed? Youâve done a lot of things to be ashamed of. You canât just show up after six months and expect everything to be fine.â
âI know,â He admitted, taking a deliberate small step closer to you, âI wasnât expecting that. I just... I wanted to tell you that Iâm trying. Iâm in therapy and rehab, trying to get clean. Iâve been going to meetings. Itâs been hell, but Iâm trying.â
You looked at him, searching for any sign of deceit. His eyes were clear, more focused than you had ever seen them. âWhy should I believe you?â
He took a deep breath, visibly struggling to find the right words.
âBecause youâre the only person who ever saw anything good in me. And I canât forget that. I donât deserve it, but I need you to know that your faith in me wasnât for nothing.â
The vulnerability in his voice took you by surprise. You had expected anger, arrogance, manipulationâbut this was different. Genuine. It felt like you were back in that motel room, in his arms.
You let out a scoff, focusing your gaze on the couch you were just resting on, as you shifted your weight on your feet. âIs that all?â
Rafe's eyes darted to the floor, âNo, itâs not all. I justâShit. I need to make things right. With you. I donât know how, but I need to try.â
You took a deep breath.
Part of you wanted to believe him, to give him another chance, but the other part of youâthe part that had been hurt and abandonedâwas screaming not to fall for it again.
âYou didnât even want to talk to me when you woke up.â
He looked up, guilt etched across his features. âI didnât know how to face you after everything that happened. I was a mess.â
âSo you shut me out?â You snapped, âYou made me feel like I meant nothing.â
âThatâs not true,â He snapped back, head whipping up, then immediately softened his tone, taking another step closer. âThatâs not true. You mean more to me than youâll ever know. I was getting better for you."
âDonât lie to me.â
Rafe looked offended, eyes zeroing in on your lips before his gaze met yours. That's when you felt it again, âI never lied to you.â
âCameron.â
Another step closer. His eyes pleading with you to understand.Â
You were staring up at him now, the look on your face completely unreadable. You were waiting for an answer, but he had a feeling that no matter what answer he gave, it wouldn't make a difference.
"I never lied to you," He repeated, his voice shaking slightly. "I was scared and confused, but I never lied.â
You felt your anger rising again, every muscle in your body tensing as you tried to keep control. âScared and confused? Thatâs your excuse?â
Rafe flinched at your words, but he didn't back down. âI know how it sounds. I handled it all wrong. Iâm trying to fix it.â
âYou think saying sorry and showing up out of the blue makes it better? It doesn't erase the months of silence.â
His hands reached out, his palms open as if he was dealing with a wounded animal. âIâm not asking for forgiveness right away. I just want a chance to make things right.â
âYou donât get it, do you?â You spat, your voice trembling with emotion, âHow it felt, watching you almost die. I spent days wondering if you were going to beââÂ
You stopped yourself, knowing that if you continued your voice would crack and the tears would start pouring down your cheeks.
You already cried enough for him.Â
Rafeâs expression softened, and he reached out tentatively, his hand stopping inches from your arm. âIâm sorry, baby.â
You took a step back, putting more distance between you, needing the space to think clearly. âI needed you to be sorry six months ago.â
Itâs only then, when your brain cleared slightly that you noticed he looked different. His hair had been buzzed, his skin looked tanner than the last time youâd seen him, he looked healthier.Â
Rafe noticed your eyes wandering to his head and ran a hand through his short hair, a hint of a self-conscious smile flickering across his lips. âYeah, I uh, made some changes. Trying to start over, I guess.â
You nodded slightly, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Finally, you broke the silence, your voice steadier now.
âIâm happy for you, but I canât do this.â
âPrettyâ"
You sighed, rubbing your temples as you cut him off, âI feel guilty enough as it is around everyone else.â
âI told Sarah.â
His words hit you like a punch to your gut.Â
âWhat?â
âAbout us.â
You felt your stomach drop and your vision narrow, the world tilting sideways as the reality of what he just said sank in. âYou what?â
âI told her.âÂ
âYou absolute fuckingââ You hissed, your voice rising without warning, âAre you serious?!â
âI thought it was the right thing to do,â His tone faltered to one that couldâve fallen on deaf ears if not attentive enough. âI needed someone to talk to, and sheâsâŚmy sister.â
âYou thought it was the right thing to do?â You were shouting now, unable to contain your anger. âYou think spilling everything to Sarah was the right thing to do? Did you ever consider how that might affect me? Or her?â
Rafe flinched, taking a step back. âI didnât think it would be this bad.â
âOf course you didnât,â You nearly growled, pacing the small living room. âYou never think about anyone but yourself, do you?â
âListenâ â He opened his mouth undoubtedly to fire back with another half-assed apology - but you barreled forward, letting the months of bottled resentment continue to burst open.
âYouâre so selfish.â
âShe promised she wouldnât tell anyone,â His throat bobbed in an audible gulp, âItâs okay.â
âYou really believe that?â You stopped pacing and turned to face him, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. âThis is too much for her to keep to herself. Itâll eat away at her until she tells someone. And when that happens, my life here is over.â
Rafe looked stricken, his face pale. âI justâI needed someone to understand what Iâm going through.â
For the first time, he took the time to explain what was going on in his head instead of letting his frustrations take over and kissing you.
âAnd what about what Iâm going through?â You demanded. âDid you ever stop to think about that? Iâve been trying to move on, to rebuild my life, and you just waltz back in and blow everything up.â
âIâm sorry,â he said, his voice barely a whisper. âIâm so sorry.â
You spotted his sun-kissed freckles. They wouldnât be noticeable if you hadnât looked at him so closely before.
âSorry doesnât fix this,â Bitterness began to overpower the pit of your heaving chest, âSorry doesnât make it go away. You canât just undo what youâve done.â
âI know,â One shaky hand scrubbed over his face, refusing to meet your wide-eyed stare., âBut Iâll do whatever it takes to make it right. I swear.â
âMake it right? You canât make this right, Rafe.â
âI donât know what else to do,â he said, his voice breaking. âIâm trying, pretty. I really am.â
You felt a smidge of sympathy despite your anger. You could see the pain and desperation in his eyes, the same pain and desperation you had felt for the past six months. But that didnât change the fact that he left you hanging for so long.
âI need you to leave,â you said finally, your voice cold and distant.
You expected him to put up a fight, to lash out, hide his emotions with empty threats and petty names. But he didnât.
Instead, he nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly as he turned to leave. You watched him go in silence.
Part of you wanted to run after him, to give him another chance, to believe that he could change. But another partâthe part that had been wounded and left to heal on its ownâknew that it wasnât that simple.
You had to protect yourself, even if it meant shutting him out for good.
Rafe paused in the doorway, his back to you. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried clearly through the thick air. "I donât regret it," he repeated, his shoulders tensing as he spoke.
You blinked, taken aback. "What?"
He turned slightly, just enough for you to see the raw honesty in his eyes. "I donât regret what happened. Between us. I regret how I handled it, how I hurt you, but I donât regret feeling something real for once."
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the suffocating heat seemed to dissipate, replaced by a cold clarity. You crossed your arms tighter around yourself, trying to hold onto your anger, your resolve. But his words had hit a nerve, bringing back memories youâd tried so hard to bury.
You looked away, unable to look at him, "It doesnât change anything."
"I know.â
With that, he turned and walked out the door, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you standing there. The room felt emptier than it hand in months as you leaned your forehead against the cool wood over the door.
You pushed away from the door, needing something to distract yourself.Â
You picked up your book, but the words blurred on the page. You tossed it aside, your thoughts too chaotic to focus. Instead, you paced the small living room, replaying the conversation in your mind.
You eventually collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. You did the right thing, so why did it hurt so bad?Â
You felt like a wound had been reopened, and you hated him for it.
But you hated yourself more for letting him get to you. The hours dragged on, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting long shadows through the windows. You tried to lose yourself in anythingâTV, reading, cleaningâbut nothing could shake the gnawing feeling of unresolved problems that clung to you.
You only saw Rafe's face, his desperate eyes, his trembling hands.
You remembered the feel of his skin, the sound of his voice when he was vulnerable. The memories were too real, too persistent. You couldn't bring yourself to explain it to yourself. Your eyes begin to itch, warning you to think of something else.
Anything else but Rafe.
Was this heartbreak? Noâit couldn't be.Â
You weren't in love with Rafe Cameron.
 At least, you didn't think you were.
You had never allowed yourself to consider it, to dwell on what you felt for him. But now, in the stillness of your small living roomâŚit was different. You never had a good parental figure to teach you these things.
All you knew was destruction, violence, and heartbreak. And although youâd done pretty well for yourself, all things considered, this was new to you.
The thought hit you like a tidal wave, overwhelming and inescapable.
You had tried so hard to suppress your feelings, to deny the depth of your connection with him. But thisâŚwasnât something that could be easily forgotten or ignored. You had been so afraid to admit it, fearing that acknowledging would destroy you.Â
You were in love with Rafe Cameron.Â
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SWEETDREAMS
Chris Sturniolo
Warning: none just swearing and pure fluff
Summary: Chris and been a dick to you all day until you finally snap at him and he comes back later to apologise.
Chris had been in a mood since this morning heâs been dry and making you feel like shit all day. You guys have been together for a couple of months now and never had an argument. Heâs currently out filming a car video with Nick and Matt hopefully he comes back in a better mood.
Heâs been gone around an hour so you decided to message him to just see when he was going to be back home.
* message *
Do you know what time youâll be home around?
Idk.
okay baby see you soon â¤ď¸
yh đđź
* end of message *
âI wonder whatâs pissing him offâ you speak to yourself. you wanted to pass time so you decide to clean up and do the dishes and have a shower , once your changed in your pjs you walk down the stairs and hear the front door open to see a very grumpy looking Chris walk in.
âhey babyâ you smile at him
He ignores you and walks over to the fridge , wow that was rude you thought to yourself. You walk over to him
âAre you okay you seem angry about somethingâ
âOmg can you get off my dickâ he replied aggressively
You was so confused on why he was being like this it was starting to get on your nerves a lot. You was reminding yourself over and over again to not get angry.
âGosh whatâs a matter with you grumpy pantsâ
You let out a sarcastic comment he should know your joking until his flips on you out of no where,
âGod just fuck off you annoying little bitch your always here like just go away and get out of my faceâ
That drew the line for you and you snapped back,
âYou know what Chris Iâve done nothing but help you I clean the house for you because your lazy ass doesnât. Yeah you go out and film with your brothers of course Iâm gonna be clingy I barely see you anymore so fuck you too broâ
You feel the tears well up in your eyes but refuse to let me drop.
âBro are you for real you seriously just called me broâ
âYes I did now you take that Pepsi and shove it straight up your fucking ass see if that knocks some sense into you , you rude bitch boyâ
You storm upstairs into the bedroom and slam the door shut and just start crying you donât know what to do, one part of you feels bad , youâve never snapped at Chris like that before, no you decided your gonna wait for him to apologise.
You go in the shower to release some stress off your back , you brush your teeth and get into your pjs to put a movie on and hopefully Chris wouldâve decided to say sorry by then.
Itâs been about 2 hours since the argument, you feel your eyes drifting off to sleep you check the time on your phone, itâs 11:32pm, you switched the tv off and nodded away to sleep.
Time skip (Chrisâ pov)
I felt so bad for snapping at y/n like that I shouldnât have said what I did, I check my phone and itâs 2am I choose to have a shower and do the the right thing.
After my shower I walk into the bedroom and see y/n sleeping, I walk over and get into bed,
âHey baby you upâ
She hums in the sleep
âIâm really sorry you was right I promise Iâll be better and I was just having a bad day I didnât mean to snap at you the way I did please forgive meâ
âItâs okay we all have bad days I understand just donât take them out on me you know you can talk to me about itâ she smiles at me
âI will thank you for always being here for me and also never call me bro again I did not like thatâ I laugh a little
She giggles at me âI wonât but letâs talk in the morning Iâm tiredâ
I nod at her and bring her into my chest
âI love youâ
âI love you moreâ
I smile and kiss her forehead as she drifts back off to sleep. Wow it feels like a weight has been taken off my back.
âSweet dreamsâ
A/n: I hope you liked this it was my first fluff Iâm open to any requests if you want some dm me.
#SoundCloud#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#spotify#stur#sturniolo triplets#nicolas sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo#fluff#argument#matthew sturniolo#chris sturiolo fanfic
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After managing to keep away from social media for almost two months, here comes Agatha All Along sucking me back in đ I want to rewatch the whole thing and see how many details I can catch, but I guess I might as well go through Agatha's scenes in Wandavision first. and you guys are coming with me!! we can all hyperfixate together (spoilers from both WV and AAA below. this is going to be just a stream of consciousness as I go through scenes, don't expect anything elaborate)
SO.
Agatha arrives in Westview attracted by Wanda's Hex. She might already suspect she's dealing with the Scarlet Witch because lbr, who has that sort of power? She takes a calculated risk to come investigate (detective Agnes of Westview on the case!) It's funny that her calculated risks are always way more emotional than she'd admit, because who in their right mind comes after the SW? But all that power is too alluring, so Agatha takes possession of Ralph's house, ruins the market value adding a creepy basement and brainwashes him into being her husband/minion/pet.
And now it's time to do what she does best, con artist is gonna con! I adore that Agatha became one of the most infamous witches in history thanks mostly to her improv skills.
She's a magical gal is a small time locale!! he's a husband who's part machiiiiiine (great now it'll get stuck in my head again)
worth nothing that both witches and androids have historically and culturally been used as queer allegories, and here's a very sapphic witch pretending to be a straight 1950s housewife and another witch who's got an elaborate fantasy going on where her husband is able to pass and all their problems are sitcom-level fixable.
How to solve the Hex mystery according to Agatha Harkness:
step #1, casually fish for personal info
step #2, flirt with your suspect (obviously)
she literally asks if Wanda's single ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
AGATHA
she's lying it on soooo thick
she dropped that pot so deliberately LMAOO stinky chaotic goblin
knowing she' s being an asshole on purpose makes this scene 100 times funnier tbh
(also a moment of silence for Sharon's irreparable trauma. her last words will be "Wanda, I'm begging you, let him breathe, please")
episode 2: Agatha keeps being a menace
And knowing now that she's always playing a part and her real personality is much more emo makes it easier to spot when she slips out of character
"was that too much? might rein it down a lil bit" (btw I'm still suspicious of Dennis the mailman and totally expect a big reveal in Westview season 3)
I'm betting that this was Agatha rather than Agnes too. she's so miserable lol. she hates playing this part so much. and that wig is hideous
not Agatha casually planting the idea of children in Wanda's head. She probably was the one making people chant "for the children" too. literally manipulating Wanda into showing her if she can create life, calculated risk my ass, she's out here playing with fire
(does that mean that Agatha is a liiiiiiitle bit Billy's and Tommy's parent too?? she planTED the sEED. hear me OUT.)
you know she was dead inside at having to sit through the whole talent show. she probably took it out on the talent show contestants and made them trip onstage or something
Episode 3 of pappappa pappappa wandavision!
Agatha helping Wanda to pick baby clothes, I'm going to sob. (look at this technicolor filter! modern shows CAN color their shit! it's just that they'd rather make everything look like muddy ass instead)
not much from Agatha this episode except scheming to get Monica kicked out of the Hex, seeing as she's the biggest obstacle between herself and Wanda ('s powers). Also you know she was stalking the house to keep track of when the babies were born. Also also, the painted scenery! Like mother like son, it's such a big hint about the nature of the Road.
look at this piece of shit, I love her so much. And she does tend to wink when she's just told a truly egregious lie, doesn't she? it's like her little signature.
Agatha in episode 5 coming in like: LEMME SEE THOSE BABIESSSSSSS
kathryn hahn with 80s curls is doing something to me, let me tell you
so manipulative, in so many ways. and knowing what we know now about Agatha and children, imagine the turmoil inside of her!! triumph at having confirmation of Wanda's life-giving powers. nervousness about the mess she's putting herself in. exasperation at having to keep up the charade. and, most importantly, getting to HOLD A BABY BOY AFTER ALL THIS TIME (amazing, terrifying, traumatic, wonderful)
what is she doiiiing. this bitch, I swear.
OH MY GAWD I FORGOT WANDA SAID THIS. "so she keeps coming at me like a cat in heat, that's not her fault Vision, she has a Medical Condition"
"kids. can't control them. no matter how hard you try"??????? the suddenly wistful voice?????????????????????? why don't I flung myself off a cliff?????????????????? was this woman actually honestly dying inside while still having to play pretend, I can't, I cannot. And how much of Agatha's backstory was decided at this point, was Kathryn given a general idea?
Agatha and Billy, partners in crime already! Seriously, Jac Schaeffer must have had an idea of where this was going. And it's obvious in retrospect that Agatha would be drawn to Billy the most, he's a witch unlike Tommy and he's such a polite, sweet little fellow, he probably reminded her of Nicky so much?? Here's this scary dangerous witch who on one side is planning to murder everyone in the room, and on the other is fighting back the urge to go full mama bear on this kid and protect and cherish him forever. This is not what she signed up for when she decided to stalk Wanda!
She is so horrible. She is despicable. I'm allowed to say it because I love her so much! I can't remember, was it revealed that she turned a fly into a dog or something? Or did she kidnap a dog dog from a shelter / someone's garden and then stone cold killed him? No, wait, she made Ralph kill him. Do your own killing of cute innocent little creatures, you coward! Love that vest tho.
"Fix the dead!" "You can do that?" And of course she's pretending here but you know that's EXACTLY what this whole sordid Sparky affair was about, she's testing and prodding at Wanda's powers, trying to figure out her limits. There's an eagerness here that she doesn't need to fake. Who knows, maybe she was actually squeamish about killing the dog (she does have a cuddly bunny and woves him vewy much), hence why Ralph had to do it. But more importantly even if she didn't like killing a pet, even if she wasn't happy about traumatizing these kids - that's exactly what she's doing here, she's willingly hurting two children - she went and did it anyway, because her thirst for Wanda's powers is too big. She kills witches out of anger, out of fear and self-preservation. She is ultimately a selfish person, and that is what makes her a villain. It's not that she doesn't have feelings. She has plenty of feelings, she has a conscience, and she chooses to do the bad thing anyway.
"And we can't reverse death. No matter how sad it makes us. Okay? Some things are forever." These two shows above all else are about grief. You can peel this scene and find more and more layers, it was about the kids losing Sparky at first but also about Wanda losing Pietro, Wanda losing Vision, Wanda losing the kids. And it's also, DEFINITELY about Agatha losing Nicky. I need a drink.
Agatha discreetly wiping a tear in the background nbd
And I can only upload 30 pictures per post so there's going to be a part two. I was NOT planning to write so much, help. What are you doing to me AGATHA
go to part 2
#Wandavision#Agatha All Along#screenshots#character study#Agatha Harkness#Wanda Maximoff#Kathryn Hahn
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All's Well That Ends Well to End Up With You
Emily and Aaron get married, and they make other promises to each other along the way.
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Hi besties!
I'm back at work tomorrow following my surgery, and the most intense Sunday Scaries ever have set in...so I wanted to write some fluff. This is based on an idea from the lovely @louisaland who suggested something to do with our favs wedding day.
This is part of the kissing prompt series I am doing of unrelated mini-fics and oneshots, and this is the 'kisses as a promise' prompt.
As always, a full list of the prompts I'm working my way through are on the main fic's master list.
As always let me know what you think <3
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Warnings: so fluffy you should floss after reading
Words: 2k
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
Emily hums a tune she canât remember the name of, letting the vibrations of it pass from her chest to her two-month-old daughterâs, hoping that it lulls her back to sleep. It was 3 am, the house quiet apart from her humming and the occasional grunt from Mia, the little girl resistant to sleep even though she had a clean diaper and a full belly. Emily tilts her head to look down, sighing when her eyes meet Miaâs, the dark eyes sheâd got from her staring back at her, wide and open as she grunts, squirming in what Emily thinks is an attempt to get even closer.
âMia, baby,â she says, hearing the slight whine in her own voice as she kisses her daughterâs head, breathing in the sweet smell sheâd been addicted to since sheâd first held her, âYou need to sleep. We both do,â she runs her hand up down her back, âMommy and Daddy are getting married today,â she canât help the smile at the thought of it, resting her cheek on the top of Miaâs head, âWe need our beauty sleep.âÂ
Aaron proposed just two weeks before they found out she was pregnant. Theyâd been trying for a little while, both achingly aware they were working against a ticking clock and that this was something they wanted. When she was staring at two lines on a pregnancy test, her engagement ring sparkling just out of the corner of her eye, it all felt too good to be true. Like she was in a dream sheâd wake up from only to find herself alone and in her apartment in Paris, everything that had happened to her since a fantasy sheâd let herself get lost in. Aaron would always assure her it was real. Heâd hold her and let her hear his heartbeat, and heâd breathe a little deeper so sheâd feel the rise and fall of his chest as he told her all about their present and their future- something so intimate and real she knew her imagination could never come up with it.Â
She had everything sheâd ever wanted. A house that actually felt like home. A little boy she loved as her own. A little girl sheâd felt grow beneath her skin. A partner who loved and respected her in equal measure.Â
And today, she was going to marry him.Â
As soon as they found out she was pregnant they decided to hold off the wedding until she had the baby. She didnât want to be a pregnant bride and Aaron was happy to do whatever she wanted to do. They agreed the wedding would be small, and no matter how much Elizabeth made her opinion on it clear Emily was pleased that sheâd managed to stop her from interfering.
When she was a little girl, she never imagined that sheâd pick a wedding dress based on ease of access so she could nurse her 8-week-old baby. She never imagined sheâd get married in her friendâs backyard. She never imagined sheâd find a man like Aaron, and that sheâd have the kind of love she felt every day.Â
It was nothing like what sheâd pictured, but it was infinitely more.Â
âNeither of you need beauty sleep.âÂ
She looks up at the doorway of the nursery, and she smiles when her eyes meet her fiancĂŠs. He looks deliciously rumpled, his pjyamas askew and his hair sticking up in every direction. Exhaustion that came with having a newborn written all over his face in a way sheâs sure is written all over hers. She hums and looks back down at Mia, unsurprised to find that sheâs still awake.
âDaddy is lying, Mia,â she says, stage whispering as she raises an eyebrow when she looks back over at him, âBut we love him for it.â
He shrugs and walks over, joining them on the loveseat, his arm hooked around her shoulder as he replies, âNot a lie,â he kisses her forehead and then places his hand over hers on Miaâs back, âYouâre both beautiful. If you got any more beautiful it would be unfair on everyone else.âÂ
She chuckles and rests her head against him, her cheek pressed against his jaw, âYou promise?âÂ
He cups her cheek and encourages him to look at her, stamping his lips against hers, soft and sure and simple. âI promise.âÂ
It was something that had started in the early days. Back when they were both too nervous to admit how much they loved each other. She didnât even remember the first time sheâd done it, the first time sheâd looked up at him, her smile shy as she asked him if he promised. He kissed her in response, his forehead against hers as he followed it up with a confirmation. It became their thing before they could say that they loved each other. Two words instead of three that were never replaced when they did become brave enough, another way to express how they felt for each other that was just theirs, an oath they could make in front of other people without them knowing.Â
She smiles and kisses him before she pulls back, casting a glance down at the still awake Mia. Emily groans, the sound turning into a shaky breath as she feels tears press at the back of her eyes, exhaustion starting to get the better of her. âWhy does she hate sleep so much? Iâm so tired.âÂ
âLet me take her for a bit,â he says, offering his hands out to take her as Emily nods, letting go of Mia as he shifts her into his arms, kissing the top of her head as he settles her against her chest. Emily wraps both of her arms around one of his and rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes drifting closer for a moment as she breathes him in.Â
âYou should sing,â she says, not even attempting to suppress a yawn as she settles into his side, âIt always helped when she was living inside of me and never stopped kicking.âÂ
âI can sing,â he replies, yawning, rubbing a circle on Miaâs back, âIf I can think of any songs.âÂ
She chuckles and kisses his shoulder, âWe seriously need some sleep otherwise weâre going to say the wrong names during our vows tomorrow.âÂ
He kisses the top of her head, âYouâve just given me an idea,â he says, clearing his throat before he starts to sing, âGoin' to the chapel, and we're gonna get married, gee, I really love you-â
âOh god,â she grumbles, hiding her smile against his tricep, âOf all the songs-â
âAnd we're gonna get married, goin' to the chapel of love-â
âWe arenât even getting married in a chapel, weâre getting married in Daveâs backyard.âÂ
âAre you going to keep on interrupting me?â He asks, his eyebrows raised as he looks down at her, âClose your eyes and relax.âÂ
She sighs, putting fake irritation into it as she makes a point of closing her eyes, âGo ahead.âÂ
He kisses her forehead and returns his attention to Mia, âSpring is here, the sky is blue, whoa birds all sing as if they knew, today's the day we'll say âI doâ, and we'll never be lonely anymore.â
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âBells will ring, the sun will shine, whoa, I'll be his and he'll be mine, we'll love until the end of time-â she cuts herself off with a groan and stops her pacing, taking an opportunity to look down at Mia, smiling when she sees the little girl was, of course, awake, âDaddy is lucky Mommy loves him so much sweet girl, because heâs got that damn song stuck in my head. I walked down the aisle humming it to myself.âÂ
It had been a beautiful day. Small, simple, perfect and theirs. The party was still going on outside, but sheâd heard Miaâs cry through the monitor sheâd been keeping an eye on since Aaron, her husband, put her down for a nap just a couple of hours ago. Dave had set up one of the rooms downstairs for Mia to nap in and theyâd brought the pack and play. Despite Elizabethâs insistence that it wouldnât work, that theyâd need to get a sitter all day for their 2-month-old and not have their daughter at their wedding, there hadnât been any problems. Except for when Mia started crying in Penelopeâs arms during the vows. She only settled down when Emily passed over her bouquet and took her little girl from her bridesmaid, holding her against her chest as she promised forever to the man who she was building her family with.Â
âThereâs my wife and the worldâs most adorable bouquet.âÂ
She looks at Aaron and smiles, enjoying the parallel from the early hours of that morning. It was only a handful of hours ago, but so much had changed. He was her husband now. She was a Hotchner, at least in her heart - there was a mountain of paperwork to get through before she made it official. Elizabeth had been horrified when she found out she was changing her surname, said she was throwing away all the opportunities her name gave her, but Emily had simply rolled her eyes.Â
Being a Hotchner had given her everything and sheâd only been one for two hours.Â
âWeâve got to stop meeting like this,â she quips and he shrugs and walks into the room, letting the door close behind him before he wraps his arm around her.Â
âIâd happily walk in on my girls together for the rest of my life.âÂ
She smiles and kisses him, âYouâre corny as fuck today.âÂ
âNo cursing in front of the baby,â he says, smiling when she rolls her eyes at him, âAnd Iâm allowed to be corny today,â he stamps a kiss against her lips, âWe got married.âÂ
She nods, âI guess I can give you today,â she says, sighing in relief when she looks down and sees Mia is asleep, âIâm going to put her down.â
He smiles and kisses Miaâs forehead, âLove you so much, Mia.â
Emily does the same, whispering her love for her daughter against her skin before she lays her down in the pack and play, holding her breath as she lets go and waits for a moment, smiling when she stays asleep. Aaron steps up behind her, crowding her between him and the portable bassinet their daughter is asleep in. He kisses her shoulder, then her neck and she hums contentedly.
âWe should go back outside,â she says quietly, turning in his embrace, her smile getting wider when he wraps his arms around her, his hands warm and firm against her back, âItâs us they are celebrating out there.âÂ
âAnd our love for each other,â he replies, stamping his lips against hers, âDonât forget that part,â he winks at her when she playfully narrows her eyes at him, âYou did just say I can be as corny as I want today.âÂ
She shakes her head lovingly at him and wraps her arms around his neck, scratching her blunt nails against the base of his head, âDonât tell anyone this,â she says, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, âBut I like it when youâre corny.âÂ
He already knew, because of course he did. She knew he didnât miss how sheâd smile when heâd say something she would have once considered trite and the thing of cheap airport romance novels. How sheâd sink into his embrace as he told her how much he loved her and their life together. He already knew but he smiles anyway, his lips catching the corner of her mouth before he pulls back enough to speak.Â
âYour secret is safe with me.âÂ
She smiles, any attempt to contain it ruined when her dimples give it away, carved out deep in her cheeks by love and happiness, âYou promise?âÂ
He kisses her, his hands on her back holding her in place, and she holds him close too, wanting nothing more than to sink into him, her husband, for the rest of her life. When they finally pull back, his forehead against hers again, she sees his smile, the same one heâd given her when theyâd been confirmed as husband and wife, before he whispers his reply.Â
âI promise.âÂ
#aaron hotchner x emily prentiss#hotchniss fanfic#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner fanfiction#emily prentiss fanfiction#aaron x emily#hotchniss fan fic#aaron hotchner#hotchniss#hotchniss fanfiction
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Anyway I got notified that I'll be getting a nice $$ bonus from work today and I wish that I could celebrate with someone in a way that didn't just feel like obnoxious bragging. Like beyond the financial aspect, it's just nice to be recognized for good work and I actually feel... good?? about this job??
But it feels so silly to say I want to celebrate when I just got back from what felt like my first real vacation in a very long time and am doing cool comic con stuff this weekend and am scheduled for a new tattoo next weekend. I am already doing lots of things to try to make myself feel good! It feels selfish to want more!
But I guess even with all of that, there's just still a hunger for external validation from trusted sources. Will I ever grow out of wanting someone to be proud of me?
#stoned ramblings#life of faye#i swear I'm not as sad right now as this makes me sound just kinda lonely is all#work bonus#boss also said that if i wanted to take on more responsibility we could talk raises as well#and like most days I'm done by like 1 so it's not like I'm wildly overworked as it is#I'm going to set some aside for fun stuff and the rest is going in my savings#i am finally FINALLY trying to build up a savings again#it's probably a silly dream but I still want to save up for a house#so what else can i do but try and save?#rent's gone up so damned much everywhere that for somewhere halfway decent it costs about as a mortgage to rent anyway#the only reason my rent is semi-managable is because I've been here for 8 damn years so they haven't been able to drive it up as much#other apartments here start at hundreds more per month for new tenants#so i feel like I'm stuck here until i can afford a place#my one real hope is that I inherit enough from my midwest grandma when she passes to make a good down payment somewhere#sometimes to torture myself I like to go look at houses that I think are in my approximate realistic price range if i could cover the down#i want a yard for velma#i want to be able to open my blinds and/or windows and not feel like a whole apartment complex's worth of people can see me#i want a kitchen where all the burners work and I have enough counter space to work#i want a dryer system where my apartment doesn't get filled with warm wet air when the neighbors are doing their laundry#i want to do nude gardening#and have backyard bbqs with friends#i want enough dedicated space to do art that i don't constantly have to shuttle the easel around the living room and up and down the stairs#all pipe dreams i know#but hey the grandma did say that i was one of her three main inheritors in the will#so we'll see#just to be clear she has not passed but she's nearing 90 and keeps talking about it so it's hard not to think about you know?#anyway these are the sorts of things that i would talk about if I had someone to cuddle on the couch and talk to about my day#texts to nobody
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And when I get my all black interview with the vampire remake ala the wiz then what
#listen there truly is so much you can do with blackness and itwv#even what we get with louis and his own struggles with race and racism in the show like lets not stop there#and i thunk it is a great way to get more black fans 1) involved 2) in creative spaces cus imma be real. i dont wanna see more white lestats#like lestat as an alexander dumas type has been rattling around my brain for months i need people to see the vision#i also just see it more as a way to look at how slavery and its legacies have forever warped how the Diaspora interrelates#not only slavery but french colonialism as well. what does it mean to be a free man of color when your cousins are being sold off?#what does it mean to be Haitian in spaces like aristocratic colonial france?#how does the arab slave trade factor in?#like there are so many good points of meta we could do if people weren't obsessed with woobyfying white men in this fandom#hell even the notion of passing in itwv is deeply intriguing#interview with the vampire#iwtv#amc iwtv
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i think the worst part of getting older is seeing older ppl around me aging with me
#idk man the fact that death happens has been So present ever since my mom went to the icu#and it's been getting more and more real as months pass and i look at my grandma and she has gotten so old it could happen any minute#i hear my stepfather talk to his mom and she has been getting progressively worse that she's not the same woman i met when i was 14#and like death happens!!!! but it does not make it less painful#like ik death can happen to anyone at any age but idk. seeing ppl get worse with aging has been getting to me#and seeing my cat too. at some point my lil dude isn't going to be with me and it fills me with dread#i know i'm getting ahead of time and i shouldn't worry but i do have anxiety đ so.#all i ask is for them to go peacefully. that's all i ask#jo.txt
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sorry i haven't finished that one wip yet, my cat's trying to die lol
#pet death tw#i say trying. she really IS but she's having a hard time#if she SOMEHOW makes it through the weekend we'll schedule the BIG appointment but we honestly thought she'd pass away DAYS ago#queenie talks#not cc#uhh anyways. i don't need any 'oh im so sorry' messages. we were expecting this for quite a while now but we weren't expecting it to take-#-so long. it's kinda really weird#i don't even know how old she is sdgFSDGDFSADSFDGS she was full grown when we adopted her 6 years ago but showed no signs of being old-#-before getting REAL sick months ago#so we're just trying to keep her comfortable and warm til she passes#whenever that is#she is functioning on like 2%#barely able to walk but she can somehow get down the stairs#literally LOST her a minute ago trying to look for her. she was laying in front of the island counter heater.#but yeah. quick life update.#oh also i've been taking more walk trying to lose weight. it isn't working. i've gained two pounds since starting :|
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#the last two weeks have been mental#I passed in my last paper for this term on the 24th#which means Iâm officially done with the first year of my PhD#and I got news yesterday that I got a high pass on my French translation exam#so I only have to take one more test (could be in Russian or Portuguese or Hebrew or Arabic. my choice based on what I already have) to#finish my language requirements#[which is one of those things that doesnât seem like a big deal but you canât go to prospectus defense without it done]#and to multiply the crazy#the Friday before last#I got news that a proposal is submitted to a call for chapters (which I 100% thought I would be turned down on) was accepted#so Iâm going to have a whole 40-50 page research project brought out as a chapter in a book by a major U.S. university press#never mind that Iâm leaving in 2 weeks#to travel around Europe and Asia for the next 3 months doing research work and visiting friends#I was at such a low point at the start of this term 2 or 3 months ago#burned out and not feeling good about my work and just generally having a time of it with everything#but it feels like everything has turned around so drastically in such a short amount of time#and pushing myself through the bad/hard parts was worth it to come out the other end#anyway Iâm rambling#but itâs been amazing to get things to look forward to and move towards making real accomplishments#especially after not sleeping more than 5 hours a night for like 9 months#not the stones#me stuff
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IF LORE UPDATES APPLIED TO PEOPLE I WOULDVE JUST GOTTEN ONE OF MY HAPPIEST LORE UPDATES TODAY
#FUCK YEAH WE GOT MY FIRST EVER MURAL LOOKING SICK AS SHIT SO FAR#TORTUGA AS BIG AS ME AND DETAILED ENOUGH THAT STRANGERS COMPLIMENTED IT MY BELOVED#HUGE SHOUTOUT TO THE GUY DRIVING BY THAT ROLLED DOWN THEIR WINDOW AND SHOUTED âdude thatâs amazing!â AS THEY PASSED#CAME OUT AS TRANS TO MY AUNT THAT IM PAINTING THE MURAL FOR AND SHE IS NOW OFFICIALLY MY FIRST BLOOD RELATIVE TO BE SUPPORTIVE OF ME OUT TH#GATE#HER ONLY THINGS WERE THAT SHE WASNT GONNA BE PERFECT ABOUT MY PRONOUNS AND THAT SHE WISHED ID COME OUT TO HER SOONER SO I WOULDNT HAVE#GOTTEN ATTACHED TO A NAME THAT I DIDNT REALIZE WAS LINKED TO MY REALLY SHITTY BIO DAD AND WANTED TO COME UP WITH A GENDER NEUTRAL NICKNAME#FOR ME THAT WOULD WORK NO MATTER WHAT I IDENTIFY AS FROM HERE ON OUT AND WORKS AROUND PEOPLE IM NOT OUT TO#AND SHE GAVE ME A CHAMORRAN NICKNAME!!!! A SIDE OF MY HERITAGE THAT I DONT GET TO CONNECT TO A TON!!! SHES GONNA CALL ME TAKKA (WE MESSED#WITH THE SPELLING OF âTOCAâ A BIT TO SOUND LIKE âTALK-Aâ SO WE CAN MAKE JOKES ABOUT HOW I TALK A LOT IT HAS BEEN SO FUCKING FUNNY SO FAR I#LOVE IT)#AND SHES GONNA TEACH ME HOW TO MAKE KELAGUEN (A CHAMORRAN DISH) SOMETIME#AND SHE GAVE ME AN OVERSIZED SHIRT THAT BASICALLY SAYS FUCK T-MOBILE#AND TOLD ME SHE LOVED ME NO MATTER WHAT AND TOLD ME THAT SHE LOVED HOW I PRIORITIZED KINDNESS ABOVE ALL ELSE AND I GOT TO TELL HER ABOUT HO#I THINK KINDNESS AND CRUELTY ARE TRAITS BEYOND GENDER AND SEXUALITY AND THAT I WANT TO BECOME THE ADULT I NEEDED AS A KID AND THAT I NEEDED#SOMEONE KIND THAT FREELY GAVE HUGS AND TOLD A LOT OF SILLY JOKES AND WAS FORGIVING WHEN IT COUNTED AND THAT WHEN I GROW OLD WHETHER IM AN#OLD MAN OR OLD WOMAN OR OLD SOMETHING ELSE I WANNA BE A GEEZER THAT LIVES ACROSS THE STREET THAT YOU CAN PLAY CARDS WITH ANYTIME AND#SAVES YOU CHOCOLATE BECAUSE THEY KNOW YOU LIKE IT AND I WANNA BE THE TYPE OF KIND MAN LITTLE GIRLS GROW UP HOPING ARE REAL AND LABELS ARE#CLOTHES THAT SOMETIMES FIT A MONTH OR FIT FOREVER BUT WHAT MATTERS IS THAT THEYRE COMFY IN THE MOMENT AND THAT I JUST WANNA BE HAPPY AND I#LOVE PEOPLE FOR THEIR PERSONALITY AND IM WEIRD ABOUT KISSING BUT I HAVE MY PARTNERS BACK AND THAT MATTERS MORE TO US AND WERE HAPPY#AND I TOLD HER WHAT IM PLANNING ON MY NAME TO BE WHEN IM AN ADULT AND SHE LIKED MY IDEA FOR MY NEW SURNAME#AND WE SANG TO SONGS TOGETHER AND BITCHED ABOUT HER BOYFRIEND AND DID A LITTLE JIG IN THE STREET AND LAUGHED TOGETHER AND SHE WAS SO HAPPY#BECAUSE OF THE TURTLE IM PAINTING HER AND BECAUSE I TRUST HER AND IM SO HAPPY BECAUSE BOTH OF THOSE ARE WORKING OUT AND THIS EVENING WAS A#PERFECT SUMMER EVENING TO BE ALIVE. THIS MAY HAVE HAPPENED ON MY PERIOD BUT WHAT THE FUCK EVER THE GOOD OUTWEIGHS THE BAD. THERE IS BEAUTY#IN THE WORLD IF YOU KNOW WHERE TO LOOK. THERE IS BEAUTY IN BEING TRANS AND BEING SAFE WITH YOUR AUNT AND TALKING TO HER HONESTLY ABOUT YOUR#HOPES FOR THE FUTURE WITH YOUR BODY AND YOUR GENDER. THERE IS BEAUTY IN MAKING SILLY POSES WITH YOUR MURAL IN PROGRESS WITH YOUR AUNT AS TH#PHOTOGRAPHER. THERE IS BEAUTY IN LISTENING TO NOSTALGIC MUSIC WITH YOUR AUNT THAT A LOT OF PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY MAKE FUN OF YOU FOR LIKING#THERE IS BEAUTY IN WEARING YOUR BANGS UP IN A STUPID PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL SO IT DOESNT FALL IN YOUR EYES AND WEARING CLOTHES YOU DONT CARE#ABOUT AND GRINNING AND LAUGHING AND SINGING MORE ENTHUSIASTICALLY AND GENUINELY THAN YOU HAVE IN A LONG TIME. THERE IS BEAUTY IN CLEANING#PAINT BRUSHES AND MEASURING CUPS IN HER KINDA BROKEN SINK AND MEOWING AT HER CAT AND THANKING HER FOR HELPING YOU CLEAN UP THE PAINTS SHE
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Listening to a podcast discussing conspiracy theories and deconstructing the ideas behind them and it's reminded me of the coolest practical lessons in critical thinking I ever got, both in high school, both from the same teacher. One was a month long project on who killed jfk in which we could basically present any theory as long as we cited all our reasons and it got us really excited about research and interpretation, but it was the follow up that I liked best.
Our next project she brought us into class and showed us a documentary claiming the moon landing was faked. Gave us worksheets to do that sided with that stance. And at the end of class a bunch of us were like miss wait this doesn't seem right?? and she said okay, we'll discuss that next week. The next lesson, she showed us a mythbusters episode countering all the claims of the original documentary and gave us worksheets for that, and another bunch of people went wait miss you can't teach us two opposing things, which one is right? What do we put on the exam??
So she split the class in two and told us each to present a case based on each side, and to explain why our source was or wasn't the more reliable of the two. Got us to debate each other directly and use additional sources to back us up and explain why those sources were reliable and should be believed. And because they were randomly assigned there was no guarantee you'd agree with the stance you were presenting, but you had to present it like you did. At the end of the project she asked us all which stance we found more convincing and why, and the majority of us basically said "we think that the moon landing is real because most of the arguments against it seem like someone reacted to a confusing thing without testing it, but when you test it and ask the person running the test to explain the science it makes sense once you have more information. Also, one documentary was made with the help of scientists with qualifications and experience and the other was made by people who don't have that but like to write mystery books, which looks like a less reliable way to get an answer. But we still dont understand why you showed us both if one is wrong."
And she was like excellent. You've done exactly what you should do. At high school level, we as teachers are expected to filter for the reliable sources for you, so you know to repeat that to pass an exam, but if you want to be historians on your own, I won't be your teacher any more once you graduate. Lots of people have opinions and theories and research about times in history, and it's your job to learn how to look at them and decide who you want to trust. This won't be on the exam, but I need you all to know it. You all did a great job following the school's instructions to repeat information you were given, but for some of you, that information wasn't on a reliable foundation. I know you all know how to pass an exam. You're smart and you've been trained to follow these instructions. What you deserve to be taught is how to use all this once you don't have to do exams any more.
And then as a reward for us doing a good job at figuring out the value of checking your sources' sources she let us watch Bush get hit in the face with a shoe before we had to go to maths. Shoutout to you Ms Hannah you were a good'un I hope you're doing well ten years on from that class
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insane that iâm the biggest disappointment of a child for smoking weed but the child thatâs emotionally abusive is fine
#i??? do not understand my parents#like ok yes it is bad that my room smells of weed and is messy#but!#feels real fucking weird that my mum gets more upset with me about that than my sister being the literal devil incarnate#and not in a fun way#like dinner last night i literally did not say a single word bc me. just speaking. apparently triggers izzy and i think i literally just#acknowledged a joke being made and she started her whole. you need to leave. get out. youâre the problem. everyone hates you. shtick#and my mums response is can you just be nice to each other#???????????#GIRL I DIDNT DO A FUCKING THING#I KNOW YOU DONT LIKE CONFLICT AND THE CONFLICT APpArENtLy ONLY OCCURS WHEN IM PRESENT#(it doesnât. sheâs even worse to my mum but mum never. fucking does anything about it#which yeah i do get bc defending urself or literally just saying or reacting in anyway than what The Devil wants you to ends up a mess)#but maybe use two fucking braincells and realise iâm not the worst one here??#iâm actually gonna go insane#also itâs like. lowkey so funny that mums disappointed bc she thinks i havenât been smoking for months#which i have!! u just havenât fuckin realised it bestie!! so maybe the reason i am being depressed and useless rn is related to uhh the#fucking demon thatâs living in the house again???#not because weed is so evil and brain rotting??#also like i do completely get how silly of me it is to blame everything on my sister when i am aware that my mum hates me smoking weed and#i shouldnât get a free pass just because my sister is worse than me#but also.#i would like a free pass:(#basically! i should move out lol#but unfortuately i have spent all of my savings#canât wait to spend 12 hours in the car with all of them tomorrow!!#ah you know when u look back at the times you were gonna kill urself and wish you just fucking did#vent post
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Piercing bump jumpscare......... đđ
Only on my left fang! But man that is a bummer... esp bc healing has gone so smoothly otherwise. From what it seems like though, I should be able to do some at home treatments and Hopefully it'll pass.
#it's a small bump kinda looks like a zit. i DO however know you should NOT treat it like one LMFAO#even small bumps you shouldn't attempt to pop them. makes everything worse.#i am really hoping it'll pass....... i love my fucking fangs.......#i also need to get the spikes in actually. i ordered some months ago from my piercer and i just. forgor.#i do feel bad about that but hopefully it's no big deal. either they still have it or they don't.#i have been meaning to ask......#any which way i don't think it's the jewerly i've got the same ones in i got pierced with#i do think. my stuffed bunny. who hasn't seen a washing machine in ten thousand years. could be the culprit.#i'm gonna clean my bunny and pillows tomorrow and hope that'll help too! đĽ˛#i've def gotten more lax about resting on my piercings/having them pressed against a stuffed animal as they've healed up#i do think that's most likely the issue.#but hey! you know what! beyond the typical initial swelling and everything that comes w lip piercings in general#i got them done in like. late june? early july? and this is the first real complication i've had? not bad!#i just hope it doesn't get worse!!!!!!!!!!!!! đ°đ°đ°
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LOVE NEXT DOOR - p.sh
SUMMARY: After discovering your fiancĂŠâs infidelity, you leave behind the life youâd built in the U.S. and return to Korea to stay with your parents. The familiar streets and faces bring a bittersweet nostalgia, but nothing compares to reuniting with Sunghoon, your childhood best friend. Heâs different nowâmore reserved, maybe a bit colder. While he tries to bury the feelings he thought heâd left in the past, being around you stirs something in him that he canât ignore. And as you start to find comfort in each other again, you both realize that some feelings never truly fade.
PAIRING: childhood bsf! sunghoon x f!reader
WARNINGS: smut (oral m and f receiving, unprotected sex), angst, denial, mentions of cheating
wc: 20k
Youâre not sure what you expected when you walked into your apartment that day. Youâd left early for a business tripâan opportunity too good to pass up, even if it meant being away from Daniel for a few days. The wedding was only a month away, and youâd been looking forward to everything finally settling into place. Youâd imagined your life with him so many times: your wedding day, the honeymoon, the house youâd live in together, the family youâd build. It was all supposed to be perfect.
But as you pushed open the bedroom door, the world youâd been building shattered.
There they were, tangled in sheets that were meant for the two of you. Daniel's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't even bother scrambling for an excuse. You felt your chest tighten, each heartbeat a hammer against your ribs. For a moment, you stood frozen, every emotion rushing through you all at onceâanger, betrayal, disgust, disbelief. The room, filled with their hurried whispers and excuses, began to spin, and you could hardly breathe.
Youâd spent countless hours planning your future together, from the lace details on your wedding dress to the way youâd wear your hair. You had been so meticulous, imagining every little moment, every dance, every vow. Now, each of those dreams felt like a cruel joke. The engagement ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy, almost suffocating, a symbol of the love and trust that had been so easily shattered.
You werenât supposed to be home. The thought lingers as you stand in the doorway, frozen, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Daniel, the man you were supposed to marry in a month, is tangled in your sheets with another woman. His face pales, and he stumbles over himself, trying to sit up, as if thereâs any explanation that could possibly make this right.
âY/N, I can explain,â he starts, throwing on the shirt that had been discarded on the floor. His voice is a mix of desperation and guilt.
âExplain?â you manage, though your throat feels tight, your voice barely a whisper. You feel like youâre in a daze, like this canât possibly be real. âYouâre in our bed, Daniel. The bed where weââ You choke on your words, unable to finish the sentence. Everything youâd built with him, all the dreams and plans, now feel hollow and meaningless.
He takes a step toward you, but you instinctively back away. âIt wasnât supposed to happen like this. It was a mistake, Y/N. Please, just let meââ
âA mistake?â You let out a bitter laugh, the sound foreign even to yourself. âWeâre supposed to get married in a month, Daniel. A month! I was planning our wedding while you wereââ You stop, shaking your head as the reality of it all starts to sink in. âDid you ever even care about us? About me?â
âOf course I did,â he says, his voice cracking. But thereâs a hollowness in his words, one that you canât unhear now.
âDonât,â you interrupt, holding up your hand to stop him. âJust⌠donât. I trusted you. I thought you loved me.â The weight of the engagement ring on your finger feels unbearable now, as if itâs mocking you, reminding you of every lie heâs ever told. You pull it off and toss it onto the bed, where it lands with a soft thud. âKeep it. I donât want it anymore.â
He reaches for you, his hand outstretched, but you step back. âY/N, please, donât go. We can fix thisââ
âFix this?â You laugh again, the sound almost hysterical. âThereâs nothing left to fix, Daniel. You ruined it. You ruined us.â The finality of your words hangs in the air, and for the first time, he seems to understand that this is it. Youâre done.
Without another word, you turn and walk out, leaving behind the life youâd once believed in, the future youâd painstakingly planned. And as you step outside into the fresh air, you feel a strange sense of relief mixed with the ache of betrayal.Â
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The hotel room is cold and impersonal, nothing like the home youâd shared with him. As you sit on the edge of the bed, you feel the weight of everything crashing down on you. Youâre alone, truly alone, in a way you havenât been since you first moved to the U.S. Daniel was supposed to be your constant, the one person you could rely on in this foreign place. Now, it all feels like a lie.
You clutch a pillow to your chest, trying to hold yourself together as the realization sinks in. You gave up so much to be with him, to build a life together. You left behind friends, family, and a whole world you knew, all for someone who didnât care enough to stay faithful. The emptiness that fills you is overwhelming, and for the first time in a long time, you feel lost.
The next day, you return to your shared apartment. The place feels different nowâtainted, like a ghost of the life you thought you had. You walk through each room, collecting your things in a daze, each item a painful reminder of a future that no longer exists.
In the bedroom, you pause, glancing at the photos on the nightstand. One of them is from the day he proposed, your faces beaming with happiness that now feels so far away. You grab the picture frame and toss it into a box, the glass cracking as it hits the other items. It feels oddly satisfying.
Once youâve packed everything, you head to work for what you know will be the last time. The office is buzzing with the usual hum of conversations and keyboard clicks, but it all feels distant, like youâre watching it from the outside.
You find your boss in his office, and he looks up as you walk in. âY/N, I wasnât expecting you back so soon. How was the trip?â
You force a smile, though it barely reaches your eyes. âThe trip was fine, but I need to talk to you about something.â
He senses the seriousness in your tone and gestures for you to sit. âWhatâs going on?â
Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself. âIâm resigning. Effective immediately.â
He blinks, surprised. âAre you sure? I mean, you have such a promising future here, andââ
âIâm going back to Korea,â you say, cutting him off. âThereâs⌠thereâs nothing left for me here.â You swallow hard, fighting back the tears threatening to fall. âI need to go home.â
He nods slowly, seeming to understand that this isnât just a spur-of-the-moment decision. âIâm sorry to hear that, Y/N. Weâll miss you around here.â
The finality of it all feels like a release, and as you walk out of the office for the last time, you feel a strange mix of sadness and relief. Youâre leaving behind everything youâd built, but youâre also walking away from the pain, from the betrayal. Itâs time to start over, to find yourself again. And you know exactly where you need to be.
With your suitcases in hand, you leave the apartment, the job, and the life youâd once loved, and head for the airport. This time, youâre going homeâfor good.
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The plane ride back to Korea feels like a dreamâa hazy, surreal blur where the reality of whatâs happened hasnât quite caught up with you. You stare out the window, watching as the city below grows closer, the familiar landscape bringing a wave of bittersweet nostalgia. Youâre going home, but not for the reasons you ever imagined.
You feel a wave of apprehension mixed with relief. You hadnât planned on returning home so abruptly, with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart, and you certainly hadnât told anyone. You let yourself imagine how surprised your parents will be when you show up at the door unannounced. But you push the thought aside as you step into a cab, the familiar cityscape passing by in a blur.
The familiar street feels almost surreal as you pull up to your parentsâ house, the one you havenât seen in years. After everything thatâs happened, this was the only place that felt like it could hold you together. As you step out of the cab and stand in front of the door, the weight of your decision settles over you.Â
You take a deep breath and ring the bell. you stand at the door, hesitating. You havenât been here in so long, and everything looks just as it did beforeâyet somehow different. The door swings open to reveal your motherâs shocked face.
âY/N?â she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. âIs it really you?â
âItâs me, Mom,â you say, managing a small smile as she pulls you into a tight hug.Â
âOh, honey!â She squeezes you, almost as if to make sure youâre real, then steps back, looking you over with a mixture of joy and worry. âWhat are you doing here? We didnât know you were coming!â
âI know. I wanted it to be a surprise.â You look over her shoulder to see your father standing in the doorway, his expression just as bewildered.
âWell, come in, come in!â Your mother ushers you inside, closing the door behind you. Your father wraps you in a quick hug, his grip firm but gentle.
âWhat brings you back home so suddenly?â he asks, his voice tinged with concern. âWe thought youâd be busy with wedding plans.â
Your heart skips a beat, but you keep your expression steady. âYeah⌠I just needed to get away for a bit. I missed you both.â
Your mother gives you a searching look, sensing thereâs more to the story. âBut your wedding is only a month away. Is everything okay?â
âItâs fine,â you say quickly, forcing a smile. âDaniel and I decided to take a break. I just needed some space to think, so I thought itâd be nice to come home for a while.â
Your parents exchange glances, their worry deepening. âA break?â your father echoes. âThis close to the wedding?â
You take a deep breath, bracing yourself against the wave of emotion that threatens to break through. âYeah, it was a last-minute decision. But I promise, itâs nothing to worry about. I just⌠needed to clear my head.â
Your mother reaches out and takes your hand, her grip warm and reassuring. âWeâre here for you, sweetheart. You know that, right?â
âI know.â You squeeze her hand, grateful for their presence. âI just needed to be here. With you.â
Your father nods, his expression softening. âWell, youâre always welcome here. For as long as you need.â
 They settle into the familiar rhythm of conversation, asking about your flight and your plans, you find a small sense of comfort in their voices. But beneath it all, you can feel the questions they arenât asking, the truths youâre not yet ready to share. For now, you let their warmth surround you, clinging to it like a lifeline in the storm youâre still navigating alone.
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As the night settles in, you find yourself standing in the doorway of your childhood bedroom, heart pounding. It feels both familiar and foreign, the walls adorned with posters of your teenage dreams and the desk still cluttered with relics of late-night study sessions. You push the door open, stepping inside and allowing the memories to wash over you.Â
The bed is made, just as you left it all those years ago, with the comforter patterned in pastel colors and stuffed animals peeking out from under the pillows. You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your childhoodâthe faint hint of lavender air freshener mixed with the familiar aroma of old books. Itâs comforting and painful all at once.
You sit on the edge of the bed, your mind drifts back to nights spent cramming for exams, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating pages of notes and textbooks. You remember laughing with your friends during late-night study sessions, the sound of their voices filling the air as you all shared dreams and plans for the future. Those were simpler times, before life became a tangled web of expectations and disappointments.
With each memory, a wave of nostalgia crashes over you, but the pain of your recent reality looms just beneath the surface. You can almost hear the echoes of your younger self, confident and excited about the future. Now, you feel like a shadow of that person, haunted by the weight of betrayal.
You shake your head, forcing a smile as you pull out your pajamas from your suitcase. No sense in dwelling on the past. You need to maintain the strong front youâve put on for your parents. They deserve to see you as the daughter whoâs come home, not the girl whose world has crumbled in a matter of weeks.
As you change into your pajamas, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirrorâyour eyes tired and a hint of sadness in your smile. But you quickly brush it aside, reminding yourself that you canât let them see how vulnerable you feel. Your parents have already expressed their concerns; you canât burden them with the truth just yet. You donât want to break their hearts with the reality of why youâre here.
Slipping under the covers, you take a moment to appreciate the softness of the sheets, the way they wrap around you like a warm embrace. You lie back, staring at the ceiling, and allow your thoughts to wander. You think of Daniel, of the way everything fell apart so quickly, and the ache in your chest sharpens. But you breathe through it, determined not to let the tears spill over.
Instead, you focus on the memories that fill this room, allowing yourself a brief moment of comfort before the darkness creeps back in. You can hear your motherâs soft footsteps in the hallway, her gentle voice drifting through the walls as she chats with your father. Theyâre worried about you, and you know it. But you refuse to let them see the cracks in your facade.Â
You close your eyes, the past and present collide in a whirlwind of emotion, but you push the chaos aside, seeking solace in the familiarity of your childhood sanctuary. Here, in this room, you can hold on to the illusion of safety, if only for a little while longer.
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The next morning, you wake up to the smell of something familiarâyour motherâs cooking. For a moment, you let yourself enjoy the simplicity of it, the warmth of home wrapping around you like a blanket. You push back the covers and head downstairs, where you find her bustling around the kitchen, setting the table like she used to when you were in high school.
âGood morning,â she says brightly as she sees you, her smile wide and welcoming. âI made your favoriteâjeon and kimchi jjigae. Figured you could use a nice breakfast after that long flight.â
âThanks, Mom.â You slide into a chair at the table, the normalcy of the moment grounding you. Itâs almost like the old days when everything was so simpleâjust you, your parents, and a quiet morning before the day truly began.
She sets a plate down in front of you, the scene feels like something out of the past. The kitchen hasnât changed, with the same floral curtains and the light clinking of dishes filling the quiet space. Itâs peaceful, almost enough to make you forget why youâre back.
You both fall into an easy conversationâtalking about small things like the weather, whatâs been happening in the neighborhood, and her latest gardening projects. She doesnât press about Daniel or the wedding, and youâre thankful for the reprieve. Youâre determined to keep up this front, to act like everythingâs fine, at least for now.
Just as you start to relax into the conversation, the front door flies open with a loud bang, and a familiar voice cuts through the morning calm.
âY/N!â
You look up just as Yeji storms into the kitchen, her expression a mix of excitement and disbelief.
âHow could you not tell me you were coming back?â she demands, standing with her hands on her hips as she glares at you in mock offense. âI had to hear it from our momâs call this morning! Do you know how betrayed I feel right now?â
You blink in surprise, a guilty smile tugging at your lips. âYeji, Iââ
âUnbelievable,â she cuts you off, shaking her head. âI thought we were best friends! Youâre lucky I love you.â
She strides over and pulls you into a tight hug before you can finish your sentence. You laugh softly, hugging her back. âIâm sorry, I didnât tell anyone. It was a last-minute thing.â
Yeji pulls away and gives you a playful glare. âYou owe me, big time.â
Your mother, who has been watching this entire exchange with an amused smile, shakes her head. âI told her she shouldâve called you first,â she teases, glancing between the two of you.
Yeji crosses her arms, looking at you expectantly. âWell, youâre here now, so spill. Whatâs going on? Why the sudden return?â
You feel the weight of her question hang in the air, but before you can figure out how to answer, your mom steps in.
âLet her eat first, Yeji,â she chides gently. âShe just got here yesterday.â
Yeji grumbles, taking a seat next to you with a dramatic sigh. âFine. But after breakfast, you better be ready to talk. No way youâre getting out of this.â
You smile, feeling the warmth of her friendship wrap around you, even as you dread the inevitable questions. For now, though, you focus on the food in front of you, allowing the conversation to flow around you like it used toâjust another morning in the house where everything was simple.
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âIm heading to the market to get stuff I need for tonightâs dinner. Iâll be back in a little,â Your mom tells you, walking out the door and closing it behind her.
Yeji narrows her eyes, tapping her fingers on the table. âOkay, Y/N. Enough stalling. Why are you really back? This close to the wedding? Whatâs going on with you and Daniel?â
You feel your stomach tighten, but you keep your face neutral, cutting a piece of pancake as if her question hasnât hit you like a punch to the gut. âI told you, I just wanted to visit. I missed everyone.â
Yeji isnât convinced. âY/N, donât give me that. You didnât even tell me you were coming back, and youâre usually texting me about every little thing. Now you show up out of nowhere, and weâre supposed to believe this is just a friendly visit?â
You meet her gaze, your heart pounding, but you force yourself to stay calm. âIt is. Thereâs nothing else to it.â
She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âCome on. You and I both know somethingâs up. Was there a fight? Did Daniel do something?â
You shake your head quickly. âYeji, really. I just needed a break. Thatâs all.â
Yeji stares at you for a moment longer, waiting for you to crack, but when you donât, she throws her hands up in defeat. âFine. Keep your secrets. But mark my words, Iâll get it out of you one way or another.â
You breathe a silent sigh of relief as she finally drops the topic. Youâre not ready to talk about Daniel, or the betrayal that shattered everything. Not yet.
Yeji leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. âAnyway, speaking of things you havenât told me⌠have you seen Sunghoon yet?â
The question takes you off guard, and you look at her, surprised. âSunghoon?â
âYeah,â Yeji says, eyeing you with a knowing smirk. âYour other childhood bestie? The one whoâs still very much around? He lives next door, you know.â
You fidget with your fork, feeling an odd mix of emotions stir at the mention of his name. âNo, I havenât seen him yet.â
Yeji tilts her head. âReally? Youâve been here since yesterday and havenât run into him? Thatâs weird. Heâs practically part of your family.â
You shrug, trying to appear indifferent. âI got in late, and Iâve been busy with unpacking. Itâs not that surprising.â
Yeji chuckles. âHeâs going to be so mad you didnât tell him you were coming back either. Youâve got a lot of explaining to do, Y/N.â
You manage a small laugh, though the thought of seeing Sunghoon after all these years sends a small flutter of anxiety through you. Things with him had always been comfortable, easy, but after so long apart, youâre not sure what to expect. And after everything thatâs happened with Daniel, the idea of facing someone who knows you so well feels almost too raw.
âWell, good luck with that,â Yeji says, giving you a teasing smile. âYou know how he is. Heâs probably going to give you the cold shoulder for a bit.â
You force a grin, though youâre already dreading the inevitable reunion. âYeah. I guess Iâll deal with that when it happens.â
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Later that afternoon, feeling a bit restless from being inside all morning, you decide to take a walk to the nearby convenience store. The air is crisp and cool, and the quiet hum of the neighborhood feels calming. Itâs the kind of peace you missed during your years abroad, and for a moment, you let yourself relax, letting the familiar surroundings ease your mind.
As you approach the store, lost in thought, you nearly bump into someone coming out. You step back, about to apologize, when you realize who it is. Sunghoon.
Your heart stutters in your chest as you take in the sight of him. He looks the same, yet somehow different. Taller, more mature. His dark hair falls slightly over his eyes, and heâs dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, holding a bag of snacks in one hand. But itâs his expression that catches you off guardâcool, almost indifferent, as his eyes meet yours.
âSunghoon?â you say, trying to mask the awkwardness creeping into your voice. âI didnât think Iâd run into you here.â
He blinks, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his face before it quickly fades into something more guarded. âY/N,â he says, his tone even. âI heard you were back.â
Thereâs no warmth in his voice, no hint of the familiarity you used to share. The coldness of his reaction makes your stomach drop, and for a moment, you donât know what to say.
âYeah⌠I came back yesterday.â You offer a small, tentative smile, hoping to ease the tension. âIt was kind of a last-minute thing.â
Sunghoon nods, but his expression doesnât change. âI figured.â
You stand there awkwardly, the weight of the unspoken tension between you heavier than you expected. This wasnât how you thought it would go. He used to be one of your closest friends, someone you could talk to about anything. Now, it feels like youâre standing in front of a stranger.
âHave you been okay?â you ask, trying to bridge the gap between you.
âYeah, Iâve been fine.â His answer is short, clipped, as if heâs not interested in small talk.
The coldness in his voice stings, and you canât help but wonder if your sudden disappearance all those years ago had more of an impact on him than you realized. âItâs good to see you,â you offer, even though youâre not sure if itâs true anymore. âIâve missed everyone.â
âRight.â He looks past you, as if already ready to leave. âWell, welcome back.â
Thatâs it? No questions, no catching up, just⌠this? You feel your chest tighten, the conversation feeling colder by the second.Â
âThanks,â you manage to say, trying not to let his aloofness get to you. âI guess Iâll see you around?â
Sunghoon shrugs, his expression unreadable. âMaybe.âÂ
With that, he steps past you, walking away without another word, leaving you standing there, feeling strangely hollow. You watch him go, the distance between you now more than just physical. Itâs like thereâs a wall where there used to be a connection, and youâre not sure howâor ifâyouâll ever break through it again.
After your brief and awkward run-in with Sunghoon, you continue into the convenience store, your thoughts swirling. The encounter had left you unsettledâmore than you wanted to admit. Youâd expected maybe a little awkwardness after all these years, but not this cold, indifferent version of Sunghoon. The Sunghoon you remembered was always warm, protective, quick to tease you. Now, it felt like he couldnât care less that you were back.
You absentmindedly browse the aisles, picking up a few snacks and bottled water, you replay the conversation in your head. Every curt response, every emotionless glance. Was he mad? Hurt? Or had he just moved on with his life so much that your return didnât even register? You didnât expect everything to fall back into place after so many years, but you certainly didnât expect this.
You make your way to the counter, trying to push the thoughts away. Maybe itâs better not to overthink it. Youâve only been back for a dayâthings might take time to feel normal again. Or maybe youâve just been gone too long.
The cashier rings up your items, and you pay before stepping back outside into the cool autumn air. The sky is a soft gray, and a slight breeze carries the scent of falling leaves, a reminder that some things, at least, remain the same.
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On your way back home, your mind drifts to everything thatâs happened in the last few days. Youâd been so focused on escaping Daniel, on putting distance between you and the life youâd built with him in the U.S., that you hadnât really prepared yourself for how different everything might be back here.Â
You shake your head. This wasnât the time to spiral. One thing at a time.
When you reach your house, you feel a bit lighter, the familiarity of home giving you a sense of stability. As you open the door and step inside, your mother is in the living room, flipping through a magazine.
âHey, sweetie,â she greets with a smile, glancing up at you. âDid you get what you needed?â
âYeah, just a few things,â you reply, holding up the bag. âThought Iâd take a walk.â
âGood. Itâs nice to have you back home.â She pats the seat next to her on the couch, and you sit down, the warmth of the house and her presence comforting.
You try to focus on the moment, pushing aside the confusing encounter with Sunghoon for now. But it lingers in the back of your mind, like an unresolved thread, tugging at you no matter how hard you try to ignore it.
One day at a time, you remind yourself. You came back to Korea to heal. Whatever happens with Sunghoonâor anything elseâwill have to wait.
As you settle into the couch next to your mom, you finally let yourself relax a little. The warmth of the house, the quiet rhythm of the afternoonâit almost feels normal. But as you sit there, your mom glances at you with a casual smile, one that makes you wary.
âOh, I forgot to mention,â she says, flipping the magazine shut. âSunghoon and his parents are coming over for dinner tonight.â
You freeze, your fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the couch. âWhat?â
âYeah,â your mom continues, completely unaware of the tension that suddenly grips you. âIâve been meaning to invite them over, and I thought itâd be nice to have a little family dinner now that youâre back. You know how close we are with them.â
Your mind races. You had barely survived your run-in with Sunghoon at the convenience store, and now you were supposed to sit through an entire dinner with him? After how cold and distant heâd been? The thought alone makes your stomach twist.
âTonight?â you ask, trying to keep your voice even.
âMm-hmm,â your mom says, already getting up to head toward the kitchen. âIâm going to start prepping soon. Itâll be fun, donât you think? Just like old times.â
Fun wasnât exactly the word youâd use. âMom, Iââ
Before you can come up with an excuse, sheâs already busy listing out dishes. âI was thinking weâd do something simple. Maybe some bulgogi, kimchi, a few side dishes. Oh, and that japchae you love. Sunghoon always liked that, too.â
You rub your temples, feeling the weight of the situation settle on your shoulders. There was no getting out of this. Your mom had clearly put thought into this dinner, and after being away for so long, you didnât have the heart to tell her no.
âYeah⌠sounds great,â you manage to say, though your enthusiasm is clearly lacking.
âPerfect! Iâll get started now. Why donât you help me later with the table?â she says cheerfully, disappearing into the kitchen.
You sit there, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that in just a few hours, youâll be sitting across from Sunghoon at dinnerâawkward silences, tense glances, and all. Youâd thought you could avoid him for a while, at least until you figured out how to talk to him, but it seems the universe had other plans.
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Dinner time arrives faster than youâd hoped, and the pit in your stomach grows heavier with each passing minute. You spent the last hour helping your mom set the table, the familiar routine of laying out chopsticks and plates doing little to calm your nerves. Every time you hear a sound outside, your heart jumps, anticipating their arrival.
Finally, thereâs a knock at the door, followed by your fatherâs cheerful voice as he greets Sunghoon and his parents. You force a steadying breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable as they step inside.
âCome in, come in,â your mom calls from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel as she moves to greet them.
You stay rooted by the table, trying not to let your unease show. When you glance up, your eyes meet Sunghoonâs. His face is impassive, and though his parents are all smiles, he barely acknowledges you beyond a polite nod.
âY/N,â his mother beams, walking over to give you a warm hug. âItâs so wonderful to see you back home! You look so grown-up. How long has it been?â
You muster a smile as you hug her back. âItâs been a while, yeah. Iâve missed being here.â
Sunghoonâs dad shakes your hand with a broad smile. âYou were always such a good kid. Your parents must be thrilled to have you back.â
You nod, trying to keep the conversation light as you exchange pleasantries with Sunghoonâs parents. Meanwhile, Sunghoon himself stands near the doorway, hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at you. The coldness from earlier lingers between you, thick and uncomfortable.
Your mom ushers everyone to the dining table, her excitement palpable as she serves the food. âLetâs all sit! Itâs so nice to have everyone together again.â
You find yourself seated across from Sunghoon, who remains quiet as the meal begins. His parents chat easily with your parents, exchanging updates on family matters and local gossip. You try to join in, but itâs hard to focus when you can feel Sunghoonâs presence directly in front of you, the weight of his silence pressing down.
At one point, his father glances at you, his smile genuine. âSo, Y/N, how long are you planning to stay? Iâm sure youâve got a busy life back in the States, with the wedding and all.â
You freeze, the mention of the wedding making your chest tighten. Youâd hoped it wouldnât come up, but of course, it was inevitable. All eyes turn to you, and you feel Sunghoonâs gaze on you now, sharp and watchful.
âOh⌠Iâm not sure yet,â you answer, trying to keep your voice steady. âI havenât really figured everything out.â
His mother looks over, curious. âArenât you worried about the wedding? Itâs only a month away, right?â
You swallow hard, avoiding Sunghoonâs gaze, which feels like a dagger from across the table. âI⌠I decided to take some time off. You know, to clear my head before everything gets hectic.â
Your parents exchange glances but donât press further, sensing that thereâs more to the story than youâre letting on. Sunghoonâs mother, however, isnât as easily deterred.
âWell, Iâm sure Danielâs missing you terribly,â she says with a laugh, clearly unaware of the tension her words cause. âYou two must be so excited about the big day!â
You feel your throat tighten, your fingers gripping the edge of your plate. Before you can figure out how to respond, Sunghoon finally speaks.
âMaybe we should give Y/N a break,â he says, his tone low but unmistakably cold. âShe just got back. No need to bombard her with questions about her wedding.â
Everyone goes silent for a moment, the shift in his tone catching them off guard. You glance up, surprised by his sudden defense of you, but when your eyes meet, his expression remains unreadable.Â
His mother blinks, a bit flustered. âOh, of course. I didnât mean to pry.â
âItâs fine,â you say quickly, trying to smooth over the tension. âReally. I just needed some time to think.â
Your father clears his throat, steering the conversation to a different topic, but the air remains thick with unspoken words. As dinner continues, you canât help but glance at Sunghoon, who stays quiet for the rest of the meal, his face hard, distant.
By the time dessert rolls around, youâre exhausted from keeping up the act. You want nothing more than to escape this table, to be anywhere but here, trapped between old memories and the unresolved tension that hangs over everything like a storm cloud.
Sunghoon may have spoken up for you, but the chill in his demeanor tells you everything you need to knowâhe hasnât forgiven you for leaving, and this dinner is just the beginning of whatever complicated mess lies ahead.
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After dinner, the weight of the evening presses on your chest, and you feel the overwhelming need for spaceâsomewhere away from the questions, the tension, and the relentless memories. Your parents chat casually in the living room with Sunghoonâs parents, but their laughter feels distant, like youâre no longer part of it. Excusing yourself quietly, you slip out of the house, letting the cool night air hit your skin as you walk down the quiet, familiar streets.
You find yourself heading to the park where you, Sunghoon, and Yeji used to play as kids. The old swings, the jungle gym, even the worn-out slideâitâs all still there, untouched by time. The memories of those carefree days flood back, bittersweet in their simplicity. You push down the ache in your chest and sit on one of the swings, the creak of the chains loud in the stillness of the night.
The moon hangs low, casting a pale glow over the empty park. You let yourself swing gently, the motion soothing, but your thoughts are anything but calm. Everything is swirlingâDaniel, the wedding that wonât happen, your sudden return home, and the wall Sunghoonâs built between you since the moment you saw him again.
Lost in your thoughts, you donât hear him approach until heâs already there. The soft crunch of his footsteps on the gravel pulls you from your reverie, and you glance to your side, startled to see Sunghoon standing there, his expression unreadable. He doesnât say anything at first, just looks at you for a moment before settling onto the swing next to you.
For a long while, neither of you speaks. The silence stretches between you, thick and uncomfortable, but somehow familiarâlike the many quiet nights youâd spent together here as kids. Back then, silence was easy. Now, itâs loaded with everything you havenât said, everything thatâs changed.
Finally, you break the quiet, your voice barely above a whisper. âI didnât think youâd follow me.â
Sunghoon doesnât look at you, his gaze fixed on the ground as he kicks at the dirt with his shoe. âI didnât think I would either,â he admits, his voice flat. âBut here I am.â
You glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to gauge his mood. The coldness from earlier lingers in the air between you, but thereâs something else tooâsomething softer, more hesitant, like heâs struggling with whateverâs on his mind.
The gentle creak of the swings is the only sound for a few more moments, until he finally speaks again, his tone low and distant. âYou left,â he says, his words simple but heavy. âNo warning. No goodbyes.â
Your stomach twists at the accusation, but you canât deny it. âI know,â you say quietly, gripping the chains of the swing a little tighter. âIâm sorry.â
He lets out a small, bitter laugh. âYeah, well, that doesnât exactly change anything, does it?â
You wince, the sharp edge in his voice cutting deeper than you expected. âSunghoon, I didnât mean to just disappear. Things were⌠complicated.â
âComplicated?â He finally turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. âYou couldnât have called? Texted? I had to hear from my parents that you were moving to the U.S. And now, after years of nothing, you just show up out of nowhere, acting like everythingâs fine?â
You bite your lip, the guilt weighing heavily on you. âI didnât mean to hurt you. I just⌠I needed to get away. From everything. And then⌠life happened.â
Sunghoon shakes his head, his jaw clenching. âYouâre always running away, Y/N. You did it back then, and now youâre doing it again. What happened with Daniel? Did he screw up, and now youâre back here hiding?â
His words strike a nerve, and you feel your chest tighten. âItâs not like that,â you say defensively, though a part of you wonders if heâs right.Â
âIsnât it?â he presses, his voice sharp. âYouâre back here, pretending everythingâs okay when clearly, itâs not.â
You turn away, the pain and frustration bubbling up inside you. âYou donât know what Iâve been through, Sunghoon. Itâs not that simple.â
For a moment, he stays silent, the tension between you thick and suffocating. Then, he sighs, the anger seeming to drain out of him. âYouâre right. I donât know. Because you never told me.â
You look over at him, and for the first time since youâve been back, you see something in his eyes that isnât coldness or angerâjust hurt. The years youâve spent apart, the silence between youâitâs all built up into this wall that neither of you knows how to tear down.
âI didnât mean for it to be like this,â you whisper, the weight of the years catching up to you. âI just⌠I needed to figure things out. And now, I donât know how to fix it.â
Sunghoon looks away, his expression softening, though the hurt still lingers. âMaybe itâs not about fixing things,â he says quietly. âMaybe itâs just about being honest. With me. With yourself.â
You donât know how to respond, the truth of his words settling heavily on your chest. The silence returns, but this time it feels differentânot as cold, not as distant. You both sit there, side by side, swinging gently in the cool night air, the echoes of your childhood swirling around you.
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The walk back home from the park is quiet, but itâs a different kind of silence nowâless charged, more reflective. Sunghoon walks beside you, his hands in his pockets, and though neither of you speaks, thereâs a tentative sense of peace settling between you.
The night air feels lighter as you near your house, and you glance over at him, wondering if this fragile understanding between you will last. Just as youâre about to say something, you hear itâa voice calling your name from across the street.Â
âY/N!â
You freeze, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of Danielâs voice. Itâs impossible. He shouldnât be here. Slowly, you turn, and there he is, standing under a streetlight, his face a mixture of desperation and determination.
âY/N, wait!â he calls again, hurrying toward you, his voice strained with urgency.
You can feel your blood run cold as he approaches. Sunghoon stiffens beside you, his gaze hardening the moment he sees Daniel. You swallow, taking an instinctive step back, every muscle in your body tensing as the man youâd left behind in the U.S. closes the distance between you.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â you manage, your voice shaking with equal parts disbelief and anger.
Danielâs eyes are pleading, his hands reaching out like heâs trying to reel you back in. âI came to find you. To explain everything. I messed up, Y/N, but we can fix this. You canât just run away like this.â
Sunghoon moves slightly closer to you, his presence a shield as you stand frozen, trying to process the surreal scene unfolding in front of you. The front door to your house swings open, and your parents step out, concern etched across their faces. They must have heard the commotion from inside.
âY/N? Whatâs going on out here?â your mother asks, her gaze moving between you, Daniel, and Sunghoon. Your father follows, frowning deeply as he takes in the scene.
Daniel seems to seize the moment, stepping toward you again. âI made a mistake, okay? I know I hurt you, but we can work this out. We were so close to the wedding, Y/N. Donât throw it all away because of one mistake.â
The words hit you like a punch to the gut, the weight of the betrayal crashing down on you all over again. Your motherâs eyes widen as she glances between the two of you. âWhat⌠mistake?â she asks slowly, her voice tight with worry.
You donât want to say it. You donât want to admit it in front of your parents, in front of Sunghoon, but the truth is too heavy to keep inside any longer. You take a deep breath, your voice trembling as the words finally spill out.
âHe cheated,â you say, your voice breaking slightly. âWith someone else. Thatâs why I left.â
The air seems to freeze around you. Your mother gasps, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Your fatherâs expression hardens, his eyes narrowing as he stares at Daniel. And Sunghoon⌠Sunghoonâs fists clench at his sides, the barely restrained anger radiating off him in waves.
âHow dare you?â your fatherâs voice is like steel, cold and furious. âHow dare you come here after what youâve done?â
Daniel takes a step back, looking genuinely shaken by the fury directed at him. âIt was a mistake,â he insists, his voice desperate. âIt didnât mean anything. I love Y/N, and weâre supposed to be getting married. I justâI want to fix things.â
Your mother, usually calm and collected, is trembling with emotion. âYou think you can fix this?â she demands, her voice rising. âAfter what youâve done to her? After breaking her heart like this?â
You feel Sunghoonâs hand on your arm, a silent gesture of support as everything unfolds around you. His voice is low, but every word drips with barely controlled fury. âYou think you can just show up here and make everything better? She doesnât need you anymore. Get lost.â
âStay out of this. Itâs none of your business.â Daniel tells sunghoon, his jaw clenching at the sight of him pleading for forgiveness.
Daniel looks between you and your parents, his panic growing. âY/N, please,â he pleads. âWeâve been through so much together. You canât just-
Your father steps forward now, his voice firm and filled with authority. âGet off my property,â he says, his eyes narrowing as he stares down Daniel. âYouâve done enough damage.â
Daniel looks panicked, his desperation clear as he looks at you one last time. âY/Nââ
âGo,â you say quietly, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your heart. âJust⌠go.â
Sunghoon is still fuming beside you, but he doesnât move. He waits, fists clenched, as Daniel hesitates for a moment longer before finally turning and walking back down the street. His footsteps fade into the night, leaving behind an unbearable silence.
Your parents stand by the door, your motherâs hand on your fatherâs arm as they watch you carefully. Sunghoon stands stiffly beside you, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
âIâm so sorry you had to find out like this,â you murmur, mostly to Sunghoon. He turns to look at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. Thereâs still anger in his eyes, but beneath it, you see something elseâconcern, hurt, maybe even guilt for not knowing sooner.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he asks, his voice low, but thereâs no accusation in his tone. Just quiet frustration and sadness.
You swallow hard, the weight of everything finally hitting you. âI didnât want anyone to know,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper. âI just⌠I couldnât.â
Sunghoonâs gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he finally lets out a slow breath. He doesnât say anything, but the tension between you begins to ease. Slowly, the weight on your chest starts to lift, even if only a little.
As the tense moment begins to settle, your parents usher everyone back inside, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief. Sunghoon follows you quietly, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a somber silence. Inside, the atmosphere is heavy with unspoken words and lingering shock from Daniel's unexpected visit.
Your mother offers tea, her hands trembling slightly as she pours, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. Sunghoon remains quiet, his eyes fixed on his tea as he sits opposite you at the kitchen table. The air feels charged with unresolved tension, each passing second stretching the fragile peace thinner.
âI canât believe he had the audacity to show up here,â your father finally breaks the silence, his voice rough with suppressed anger. âAfter what he did to you.â
You nod silently, unable to find the words to explain or justify Danielâs actions. The betrayal still feels fresh, the wound reopened by his sudden appearance.
Sunghoon finally speaks, his voice calm but tinged with an edge you canât quite place. âWhy didnât you tell me?â His eyes meet yours, searching for answers. âYou could have⌠I could have helped.â
You swallow hard, the guilt weighing heavily on you. âI didnât want to burden anyone,â you admit quietly. âAnd I didnât want you to hate me.â
Sunghoonâs expression softens slightly, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. âI could never hate you,â he says softly, his gaze unwavering. âBut I hate seeing you hurt.â
Your heart clenches at his words, a mixture of relief and sadness washing over you. âIâm sorry,â is all you manage to say, the weight of your emotions threatening to spill over.
Your mother places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering silent comfort. âSweetheart, you donât have to apologize,â she says softly, her eyes filled with maternal concern. âWeâre just glad youâre home now.â
The tears youâd been holding back finally spill over, and you let out a shaky breath. âI just⌠I needed to come back,â you admit, the truth finally surfacing. âEverything fell apart, and I didnât know where else to go.â
Sunghoon reaches across the table, his hand hesitating for a moment before gently covering yours. His touch is warm and reassuring, grounding you in the midst of turmoil. âYouâre home now,â he says quietly, his voice steady. âAnd weâre here for you.â
You nod gratefully, overwhelmed by the support of your family and the unexpected comfort from Sunghoon. Despite everything, a sense of relief washes over youâthe first glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you can begin to heal.
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The evening wears on, the tension gradually easing as conversations shift from the shock of Danielâs visit to lighter topics. Your parents share stories of neighbors and friends, trying to lighten the mood, while Sunghoon remains by your side, a silent presence that speaks volumes.
As the night draws to a close, you find yourself standing at the front door with Sunghoon, the faint glow of streetlights casting shadows around you. He looks at you, his eyes soft with unspoken understanding.
âThank you,â you say quietly, breaking the silence between you. âFor everything.â
Sunghoon offers a small smile, his hand brushing yours briefly. âYou donât have to thank me,â he replies gently. âIâm just glad youâre okay.â
You take a deep breath, the weight on your shoulders a little lighter than before. âI think Iâm going to be,â you admit, a tentative smile tugging at your lips.
Sunghoonâs smile widens slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes. âGood,â he says softly. âAnd if you ever need anything⌠Iâm just a phone call away.. Iâm also right next door.â
With a small smile, he turns to leave, and you watch him disappear into his house, a sense of gratitude filling your heart. As you close the door behind you and lean against it, you realize that while things may still be uncertain, youâre not facing them alone anymore. And for now, thatâs enough.
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Over the next few weeks, life began to settle into a routine, the shock of your sudden return starting to fade into the background. Each day, you found yourself easing back into the rhythm of your old life in ways you hadnât expected. It was strange at first, being in your childhood home again, but soon it began to feel familiarâcomforting, even. The late-night conversations with your mom, your dadâs predictable quips over breakfast, the peaceful quiet of your small neighborhood.
And then, there was Sunghoon.
At first, things between you remained cautious and quiet, both of you still navigating the unfamiliar territory of this new chapter in your lives. But bit by bit, as the days passed, the invisible walls that had sprung up between you began to crumble.
It started small. A casual conversation as you bumped into each other outside, a shared glance when you both found yourselves at the convenience store at the same time. Each interaction felt like a tentative step back toward something you thought was lost.
You had always been able to talk to Sunghoon so easily, and it wasnât long before the old rhythm between you began to resurface. The awkward tension that had once hung over you melted away, replaced by the comfortable ease youâd always shared. Whether it was a quick coffee at the cafĂŠ you used to frequent as teenagers, or the impromptu walks around the neighborhood, it felt like the years apart had never happened. The quiet moments spent together became familiar again, and with them came a warmth you hadnât realized you missed.
One afternoon, you were both sitting in the park where you used to spend hours as kids, watching the leaves fall as autumn began to set in. Sunghoon glanced over at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âRemember when we used to race to see who could swing the highest?â he asked, his tone light but nostalgic.
You laughed, nodding as memories of your childhood flooded back. âYou always won. I swear you had superpowers or something.â
He chuckled softly, his gaze shifting to the old swingset. âI wasnât that fast. You were just slow.â
You nudged him playfully, rolling your eyes. âSays the guy who fell off the monkey bars twice trying to impress Yeji.â
Sunghoon winced dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck as if the memory still stung. âYeah, well⌠not one of my finer moments.â
Moments like these became more frequent. The playful banter, the shared laughs, the easy way you slipped back into each otherâs livesâit all felt natural, as if no time had passed. And with each passing day, the bond between you grew stronger, echoing the closeness you had once shared as children.
Some days, youâd find yourselves sitting on the porch steps of your house, talking until the sun dipped below the horizon. Other days, youâd meet up for late-night snacks at the convenience store, a habit that reminded you of your carefree teenage days.
But it wasnât just about the nostalgia or the familiarity. There was something deeper now, something unspoken but present in the way he looked at you or the way his gaze lingered a little longer than before. It was subtle, but undeniable.
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One evening, as you both sat under the stars in your backyard, Sunghoon turned to you, his expression thoughtful. âItâs weird, isnât it?â he said quietly.
You looked at him, curious. âWhat is?â
He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged lightly. âHow everything changes but somehow stays the same.â
You knew what he meant. The years had changed both of you, but sitting there with him, it felt like you were slipping back into the simplicity of what you had beforeâbefore life got complicated, before youâd left, before everything.
âYeah,â you agreed softly. âBut in a good way.â
He smiled at that, his gaze meeting yours for a brief, charged moment. âIn a good way,â he repeated quietly.
And just like that, the past weeks had brought you closer to him again. It felt like the Sunghoon you knewâyour childhood best friendâwas back in your life, but with something more layered beneath the surface now. The bond you shared had always been special, but as the days passed, you began to realize it wasnât just about the past. It was about the present, about where you were both headed next.
Little by little, it felt like old times, but it also felt like something new was beginning to bloom between you. Something you werenât ready to name yet, but couldnât deny.
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Sunghoon had always been good at hiding his feelings. Through all the years of friendship, he kept his crush buried deep, tucked away in the corners of his heart. It was easier that way. You had always been oblivious to it, lost in your own world of school, dreams, and later, the whirlwind of your life in the U.S. But now, with you back in his life after years apart, those old, buried feelings were starting to resurface, no matter how hard he tried to keep them at bay.
He remembered high school all too well. You were both juniors, sitting together at the school library late into the evening, pretending to study but really just talking about everything and nothing. Heâd watch you as you rambled on about whatever topic had captured your interest that day, completely unaware of the way his gaze would linger on your face, his heart doing that stupid fluttering thing whenever you laughed.
He could still recall one particular moment as clear as day. You had been struggling with an essay, the stress getting to you, and Sunghoon had tried to help. Youâd glanced up at him, frustration in your eyes, and heâd frozen. For a second, he swore his heart had stopped altogether. You were wearing his jacket that day because youâd forgotten yours at home, and he couldnât focus on anything but how right it looked on you. How much he wanted to tell you that you could keep it forever.
But instead, heâd just shrugged, offering a teasing, âMaybe youâre overthinking it. Itâs not a love letter or anything.â
You had thrown your pencil at him, rolling your eyes. âThanks for the help, genius,â youâd muttered with a laugh, completely oblivious to the way his heart had been racing just from sitting so close to you.
And that was how it always was. You, perfectly unaware. Him, painfully aware.
Now, as he spent more time with you, it was like those feelings had never left. Theyâd just been waiting, buried but not forgotten, and the longer you were back, the harder it became to ignore them. He found himself watching you again, the way he had back in high schoolâonly this time, it felt different. You were different. More grown, more guarded, but still the same girl heâd fallen for all those years ago.
The late-night walks, the quiet conversations under the stars, the way you leaned on him like you used toâall of it was stirring something in him. He tried to tell himself it was just nostalgia, that he was just getting caught up in the past, but the truth was, it was more than that.
It was the way you smiled when you caught him off guard, the way your laughter sounded like home, the way you instinctively reached for him whenever you needed comfort. It all felt too familiar, too easy, and too real.
One evening, as you both sat on the porch steps of your house, watching the sunset, Sunghoon glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You were talking about something from work, your voice soft, but he wasnât really listening. His mind was somewhere elseâstuck on the way you looked in the fading light, like the girl heâd spent all of high school silently pining over.
It hit him then, harder than he expected, that those feelings hadnât gone anywhere. Not really. He had just buried them because heâd thought he had to. But now, sitting here with you again, laughing like you always did, he wondered if maybe those feelings never really had a chance to fade.
âSunghoon?â you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.
âHuh?â He blinked, trying to focus on what you were saying.
âYou okay?â You tilted your head, giving him that look you always did when you could tell something was off.
âYeah, just spaced out,â he lied, offering a small smile.
You didnât push, but you gave him a soft smile in return, nudging him playfully. âYouâre not very good at pretending to listen.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âSorry. Iâll do better next time.â
But as you laughed and went on with your story, Sunghoon couldnât stop the thoughts racing through his mind. How long could he keep pretending that nothing had changed? That his heart wasnât pulling him back to the same place it had always been?
It was different now, though. You werenât just the girl heâd fallen for in high school. You were the woman who had been through heartbreak, who had returned home looking for something familiar, something safe. And despite everything, Sunghoon realized that he still wanted to be that for you. He wanted to be the person you turned toânot just as a friend, but maybe something more.
But the question remained, did you see him that way, or would you always just see the boy next door, your childhood best friend?
His feelings had always been intenseâhe knew that much. But what he didnât expect was how overwhelming theyâd become now that you were back in his life. It wasnât just nostalgia or some fleeting crush he could brush off. No, this ran deeper, more complicated than he was willing to admit. Every time he was near you, his heart ached with the weight of everything heâd kept hidden for so long.
And thatâs why he started avoiding you.
It wasnât something he planned, but he couldnât help it. The more time you spent together, the harder it became to act like everything was normal. Like he wasnât on the verge of telling you exactly how he felt, of confessing that these feelings had never gone away. But how could he? Youâd just come out of one of the worst situations imaginable, and Sunghoon knew you needed time to heal. The last thing he wanted was to complicate things with his feelings, especially when you were clearly not ready for it.
So he pulled back.
It started with small thingsâcanceled plans, excuses about being busy with work, avoiding your messages for a little longer than usual. He didnât want to lie to you, but he also couldnât keep pretending that everything was fine. Every time he saw you, he felt like he was standing on the edge of something he wasnât ready for, and he knew you werenât either.
Yeji noticed first.
âYouâve been acting weird,â she said one evening as they grabbed coffee together. She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at him. âWhatâs going on?â
Sunghoon shrugged, avoiding her gaze as he sipped his drink. âNothing. Just busy.â
Yeji scoffed. âBusy, huh? Is that why youâve been dodging Y/Nâs calls too?â
He flinched at that, his grip tightening on his cup. Of course, Yeji would notice. She was sharp like thatâalways had been.
âYouâre being ridiculous, you know,â she continued, crossing her arms. âSheâs your best friend. She just got back after everything with Daniel, and youâre avoiding her? Whatâs your problem?â
Sunghoon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. âIâm not avoiding her,â he mumbled, though he knew it wasnât true.
Yeji raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âReally? Because thatâs what it looks like from where Iâm standing.â
He stayed quiet, unsure of how to explain what was going on in his head. How could he possibly tell Yeji the truth when he hadnât even come to terms with it himself?
âLook, I get it,â Yeji said after a moment, her voice softening. âSheâs been through a lot, and maybe you think giving her space is the right thing to do. But Sunghoon, she needs you. You two have always been there for each other. Whatâs really going on?â
Sunghoon glanced up at her, his chest tight with the weight of what he was about to say. âItâs just⌠complicated.â
Yejiâs eyes widened slightly, as if realizing something. âOh my God. You still like her, donât you?â
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and undeniable. Sunghoon didnât answer at first, but the look on his face mustâve said enough because Yeji leaned back in her chair, her expression softening.
âYou never got over her,â she said quietly.
Sunghoon sighed again, feeling like the dam heâd been holding back was starting to crack. âNo,â he admitted, his voice low. âI never did.â
Yeji didnât say anything for a long moment, just watching him with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. Finally, she leaned forward, her tone gentle but firm. âYou know youâre gonna have to deal with this, right? Avoiding her isnât going to make it go away.â
âI know,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âBut itâs not that simple. Sheâs been through so much, Yeji. She doesnât need me coming in and messing everything up with how I feel.â
âShe needs her best friend,â Yeji countered. âYouâre not going to mess anything up by being there for her.â
âBut itâs more than that,â Sunghoon said, his voice tight. âI donât just want to be her best friend, Yeji. I want⌠more. And if I tell her that now, when sheâs still dealing with everything from Daniel, what if I make things worse?â
Yeji leaned back, crossing her arms again as she considered his words. âSunghoon,â she said after a beat, her voice gentle but serious, âyouâre not going to ruin anything by being honest with her. But youâre rightâsheâs not ready for something like that right now. So maybe you donât need to tell her everything just yet. But avoiding her? Thatâs not the answer either.â
Sunghoon frowned, knowing she was right but still feeling conflicted. âI just⌠I donât want to hurt her,â he said quietly.
âI know,â Yeji said softly. âBut trust me, youâre hurting her more by pulling away.â
Sunghoon looked down at his hands, feeling the weight of her words settle over him. He didnât want to hurt you, not after everything youâd already been through. But how could he face you when he could barely manage to keep his feelings under control?
âI just need some time,â he said, almost to himself. âTo figure this out.â
Yeji sighed but nodded, though her expression remained concerned. âJust donât take too long. Sheâs going to notice somethingâs off.â
Sunghoon nodded slowly, knowing deep down that Yeji was right. But for now, he wasnât sure what else to do. All he knew was that the feelings he had buried for so long were clawing their way back to the surface, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldnât ignore them forever.Â
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The next few days felt different. You couldnât quite put your finger on it, but something was off with Sunghoon. He was distantâmore than usual. Whenever you tried to hang out like old times, he found an excuse. Too busy with work, too tired from errands, too anything but here.
At first, you tried to ignore it. Maybe he really was busy. Maybe it was just a phase. After all, coming back had changed a lot, for everyone. But the more it happened, the more unsettled you became. You werenât used to Sunghoon being like this, and you couldnât help but wonder if youâd done something wrong.
The morning after your last attempt to make plans, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, picking at breakfast while your mind raced. Your mom was bustling around, wiping the counters and humming softly to herself.
âYou look distracted, honey,â she said, glancing over at you. âEverything okay?â
You forced a smile, nodding. âYeah, just thinking.â
Your mom raised an eyebrow, giving you that knowing look she always did when she didnât quite believe you. âDoes this have anything to do with why Sunghoonâs been acting so strange?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
âCome on, Y/N,â she said, turning to face you with a small smile. âIâve known that boy his whole life. Heâs always been so close to you, but lately, heâs been keeping his distance. Somethingâs bothering him, and I think it might have to do with you.â
Your heart sank at her words, and suddenly, all the little things youâd been trying to ignore came rushing to the surface. You hadnât imagined it. Sunghoon was pulling away.
âI donât know, Mom,â you mumbled, fiddling with the edge of your napkin. âHeâs been busy, I guess.â
âMaybe,â she said thoughtfully, âbut busy doesnât explain why he avoids you whenever you come over. I donât think this is about work.â
You stared down at your plate, your chest tightening. The thought of losing Sunghoonâs presence after everything that had happened made your stomach twist. Heâd always been your rockâthe one person who understood you better than anyone. If he was pulling away, what did that mean?
âIâll talk to him,â you said softly, more to yourself than to your mom.
âGood,â your mom said with a warm smile. âIâm sure itâs nothing a good conversation canât fix.â
But as you made your way upstairs to get ready, you couldnât shake the feeling that it wasnât going to be that simple. Sunghoon wasnât the type to pull away without a reason, and you had a sinking suspicion that whatever was going on, it wasnât something heâd be willing to talk about easily.
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Later that afternoon, you found yourself sitting outside on the porch, staring off into the distance as you tried to make sense of it all. The crisp autumn air brushed against your skin, the quiet neighborhood almost too peaceful for the storm of emotions swirling inside you. The longer you thought about it, the more frustrated you became.
Sunghoon wasnât just distantâhe was avoiding you. And that hurt more than you were willing to admit. Youâd been through so much already, and now it felt like you were losing the one person whoâd always been there for you.
Determined not to let this go on any longer, you decided to confront him. You grabbed your phone, quickly typing out a message.
Hey, are you free to talk?
You stared at the screen, waiting for a reply, your heart pounding in your chest. Minutes passed, and just when you thought he might not respond, your phone buzzed.
Busy today. Maybe another time?
Your frustration flared. You knew he wasnât that busy. This was just another excuse.
Without thinking, you typed back.
Sunghoon, whatâs going on? Youâve been avoiding me for days. Did I do something wrong?
You hit send, your fingers trembling slightly. The silence that followed felt suffocating, each passing second adding to the weight in your chest.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his reply came.
No, you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm just⌠dealing with some stuff. Iâll explain later.
You frowned at the vague response, feeling even more confused. What kind of âstuffâ was he dealing with that he couldnât even talk to you about it? You started typing another message but stopped, realizing that pushing him wouldnât help. If he wasnât ready to talk, there wasnât much you could do.
But that didnât make the sting of his distance any less painful.
You put your phone down, staring out at the quiet street once more. Sunghoon was hiding somethingâsomething big. And no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself it wasnât your fault, you couldnât shake the feeling that it was connected to you.
For the rest of the day, your mind wouldnât let it go. What could possibly make him pull away like this? You had no idea what was going on with him, but one thing was clear: you needed to get to the bottom of it. Because the longer this went on, the more it felt like you were losing him. And you couldnât bear the thought of that, not nowânot after everything youâd been through.
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The next few days were a blur of half-hearted attempts to distract yourself, but Sunghoonâs distance lingered at the back of your mind. Each time you saw him, whether by chance or at family gatherings, it felt like there was this invisible wall between you two, and it hurt more than you wanted to admit.
He wasnât avoiding you entirely, but something was definitely off. The easy-going conversations you used to have were now strained. He barely looked at you, his responses shorter, and you couldnât help but notice how he always found some reason to leave early.
It was Saturday afternoon when Yeji invited you out for coffee. Sheâd noticed the tension too, but unlike you, she wasnât willing to let it slide.
âSo, you and Sunghoon,â she said as soon as you sat down, not even bothering with small talk. âWhatâs going on?â
You blinked, surprised by her directness. âWhat do you mean?â
Yeji gave you a look, crossing her arms. âYou know exactly what I mean, Y/N. Heâs been acting weird since you got back, and donât even try to tell me you havenât noticed.â
You sighed, staring down at your drink. âI donât know. Iâve tried to talk to him, but he just says heâs dealing with stuff. He wonât tell me whatâs wrong.â
Yeji tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in thought. âYou think itâs about Daniel?â she asks you, trying to allude to something more.
The mention of his name made your chest tighten. âI donât know. Maybe? He was weird even before he knew about Daniel.â
âHmm.â Yeji leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. âThat boyâs always been complicated, but Iâve never seen him this off with you. Itâs like heâs avoiding somethingâsomething big.â
You frowned, feeling even more lost. âBut what? What could it be? I didnât do anything.â
Yeji tapped her fingers on the table, her gaze thoughtful. âMaybe itâs not about something you did. Maybe itâs something heâs dealing with.â
You shook your head. âHe wonât talk to me about it. He just keeps saying heâs busy, but itâs more than that. I can feel it.â
âOf course itâs more than that,â Yeji said, her voice firm. âSunghoonâs always been a terrible liar. Heâs hiding something, and my guess? It has something to do with how he feels about you.â
You blinked, staring at her in confusion. âWhat? What do you mean?â
Yeji sighed, giving you a soft smile. âCome on, Y/N. You really think heâs just your childhood best friend? That boy has been in love with you since high school.â
Your stomach dropped at her words. âNo, he hasnât,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âWeâre just friends. Heâs neverââ
âHeâs never told you,â Yeji finished for you, her tone gentle but serious. âBut trust me, itâs been there. Heâs always liked you, but he never acted on it because he didnât want to ruin what you two had. And now, with everything youâve been through, heâs probably even more scared of saying something.â
You stared at her, stunned into silence. The idea of Sunghoon having feelings for youâreal feelingsâhad never crossed your mind. Sure, youâd always been close, but heâd never given you any reason to think it was more than that. Right?
Yeji sighed, reaching across the table to pat your hand. âLook, Iâm not saying you have to do anything about it. But you need to talk to him. Heâs avoiding you because he doesnât know how to handle what heâs feeling. And im truly so sick of him moping around like a puppy.
You swallowed hard, your mind racing. Was it true? Had Sunghoon really been hiding his feelings all this time? And if he had, what did that mean for you? You couldnât even begin to process the possibility, not after everything that had happened with Daniel. You werenât ready for thisâcouldnât be.
âI donât know,â you mumbled, feeling overwhelmed. âI donât even know if Iâm ready to talk about it.â
Yeji gave you a sympathetic smile. âI get it. But Sunghoon is your best friend, and if you donât at least clear the air, this is just going to keep getting worse. Whatever happens, you both deserve to be honest with each other.â
You nodded slowly, knowing deep down that she was right. Avoiding the situation wasnât helping anyone. If Sunghoon was really struggling with his feelings, the least you could do was try to talk to him about it. But even as you told yourself that, a knot of anxiety settled in your chest.
Because if Sunghoon really had feelings for you, this was going to change everything. And after everything youâd already been through, you werenât sure if you were ready for more change.
But one thing was clear: something had to give. You couldnât keep pretending like everything was normal when it so clearly wasnât.
âIâll talk to him,â you finally said, your voice quiet but determined.
Yeji smiled, squeezing your hand. âGood. Youâll figure it out.â
But as you sat there, sipping your coffee and trying to keep your thoughts from spiraling, you couldnât shake the feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated.
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That night, you found yourself staring at your phone, Sunghoonâs contact pulled up, your thumb hovering over the call button. The weight of Yejiâs words hung heavy in your mindâheâs always liked youâand the longer you thought about it, the more restless you became.
What if it was true? What if Sunghoon had been hiding his feelings all this time? The idea seemed impossible, but then again, youâd never imagined him pulling away like this either.
With a frustrated sigh, you locked your phone and tossed it onto the bed, running your hands through your hair. You couldnât just call him out of the blue. It had to be face-to-face. You had to know for sure, but the thought of confronting him sent a surge of anxiety through your chest. What would you even say?
Unable to stand the suffocating silence of your room, you grabbed your jacket and slipped out of the house, your feet carrying you in a familiar direction. The night air was cool against your skin as you headed toward the parkâthe same park where you, Sunghoon, and Yeji had spent countless afternoons as kids.
It was quiet when you arrived, the swing set creaking gently in the breeze. You hesitated for a moment before sitting down on one of the swings, the chains groaning under your weight as you gently kicked at the dirt beneath your feet. Memories of your childhood came flooding backâthe three of you racing to the swings, fighting over who could go higher, laughing until your sides hurt.
And then, Sunghoonâs face flashed in your mindâhis shy smile, his teasing words, the way heâd always looked out for you, even when you didnât realize it. Could Yeji really be right? Had he been feeling this way for years?
You were so lost in thought that you didnât hear the footsteps approaching until someone sat down on the swing next to you. You looked up, startled, only to see Sunghoon, his expression unreadable as he stared ahead.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you heavy and awkward. You werenât sure whether to be relieved or more anxious that heâd found you here.
âI didnât think youâd be out this late,â Sunghoon finally said, his voice quiet.
âI couldnât sleep,â you replied, your fingers curling around the swingâs chain. âNeeded some air.â
He nodded, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. âMe too.â
You wanted to ask himâneeded toâbut the words felt stuck in your throat. Instead, you sat there, side by side in silence, the tension between you growing thicker with each passing second.
Finally, you couldnât take it anymore. âSunghoon, whatâs going on?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He didnât answer right away. His jaw clenched, his hands gripping the chains of his swing tightly. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost strained. âIâve been trying to figure that out myself.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the cryptic response. âIs it me?â you asked, turning to face him fully. âDid I do something wrong?â
His eyes snapped to yours, wide and alarmed. âNo, Y/N, you didnât do anything wrong.â
âThen why are you avoiding me?â you pressed, frustration bubbling to the surface. âYouâve been acting so strange ever since I came back. I donât get it.â
Sunghoon sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground as he raked a hand through his hair. âItâs not that simple.â
âThen explain it to me,â you said, your voice soft but pleading. âPlease, Sunghoon. I donât want to lose you.â
His expression tightened at your words, and for a long moment, he didnât say anything. You could see the internal battle playing out behind his eyes, the conflict heâd been hiding so well suddenly visible. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw, vulnerable in a way youâd never heard before.
âI donât want to hurt you, Y/N.â
His words hung heavy in the air, and your heart clenched in your chest. âYouâre not hurting me. Youâre my best friend, Sunghoon. Whatever it is, we can get through it.â
He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. âThatâs the problem. I donât know if we can.â
You frowned, confusion swirling in your mind. âWhat do you mean?â
Sunghoonâs eyes met yours, and for the first time, you saw the weight of everything heâd been holding back. His next words came out in a rush, as if heâd been holding them in for far too long.
âIâve always liked you, Y/N. More than just a friend. Since high school, maybe even before then. But I never told you because⌠because I didnât want to mess things up. And then you left, and I thought Iâd gotten over it. But now that youâre backâŚâ He trailed off, his voice catching in his throat. âItâs like all those feelings just came rushing back, and I donât know what to do with them. I canât act on them, not after everything youâve been through with Daniel. Itâs not fair to you.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, Sunghoonâs confession hanging in the air between you like a fragile thread. Youâd always thought of him as your best friend, the one constant in your life that had never changed. But now⌠now everything was different.
âSunghoonâŚâ you whispered, at a loss for words.
âIâm sorry,â he said quickly, standing up from the swing as if he couldnât bear to stay any longer. âI shouldnât have said anything. Iâllââ
âNo,â you said, cutting him off, standing up too. âDonât run away. Not again.â
He looked at you, his expression torn, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerability in his eyesâthe fear of rejection, the fear of losing you completely. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.
âSunghoon, I⌠I donât know what to say,â you admitted, your voice trembling. âI never knew you felt that way.â
âI didnât want you to know,â he said quietly. âBut now⌠now I canât hide it anymore.â
The silence between you was deafening, the weight of his confession settling heavily on your shoulders. You didnât know how to respond, not after everything youâd been through. But one thing was certain: nothing between you and Sunghoon would ever be the same again.
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The days that followed felt surreal. Sunghoonâs confession lingered in your mind like a persistent echo, one that you couldnât quite shake off. Every time you replayed his words, your chest tightened, and your thoughts spiraled into confusion. You didnât know how to feelâabout him, about your past, or even about yourself. You spent so many years thinking of Sunghoon as your constant, your rock, your best friend, and now all of that felt uncertain.
Sunghoon avoided you even more than before, making sure he was never in the same place as you for too long. At first, you gave him space, understanding that things were complicated. But the distance started to gnaw at you. Heâd always been the one person you could rely on, and now, when you needed him most, he was pulling away.
It was Yeji who finally brought it up, sitting across from you at the cafĂŠ as she studied your downcast expression.
âYou look like youâve been hit by a truck,â she said bluntly, sipping her iced coffee.
You sighed, pushing your own drink around the table without taking a sip. âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not,â she said flatly. âAnd let me guess, it has something to do with Sunghoon?â
You didnât answer right away, but the slight flicker in your eyes was enough for Yeji to know she was right. She groaned, leaning forward.
âI swear, if you two donât figure this out, Iâm going to lock you in a room until you do.â
You managed a weak smile at her joke, but it faded quickly. âItâs complicated, Yeji.â
âEverything is complicated with you two. But the longer you let this sit, the worse itâs going to get.â
âI donât even know what to say to him,â you admitted, sinking into your seat. âHe told me how he feels, but⌠Iâm not ready for that. I donât know if Iâll ever be.â
Yeji studied you carefully, her expression softening. âYouâve been through a lot with Daniel. No one expects you to be ready for something like this. But Sunghoon is⌠well, heâs not Daniel. You know heâd never hurt you.â
Your throat tightened at her words. âThatâs what makes it worse. I donât want to hurt him either.â
âYou wonât,â Yeji said confidently. âNot if youâre honest with him. He knows what youâve been through, and heâll understand. But avoiding each other like this isnât helping anyone.â
You rubbed your temples, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on you. âI donât know, Yeji. Itâs just⌠too much.â
She reached across the table, placing her hand on top of yours. âTake it one step at a time. Sunghoonâs not going anywhere. He just needs to know where you stand.â
You nodded, knowing deep down that she was right. The tension between you and Sunghoon had become unbearable, and if you didnât talk to him soon, it would only get worse.
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Later that evening, you found yourself standing in front of Sunghoonâs house, your heart racing. You hadnât planned to come here, but your feet had carried you here almost on instinct. His confession had thrown everything into chaos, and you needed to clear the air, for both your sakes.
You took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The wait felt excruciatingly long, but finally, the door opened to reveal Sunghoon, his expression shifting from surprise to something more guarded.
âY/N,â he said, his voice hesitant. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI needed to talk to you,â you replied, trying to steady your voice. âCan we?â
He looked uncertain for a moment, but eventually, he stepped aside, letting you in. You followed him to the living room, the air between you heavy with unspoken words.
Sunghoon stood by the window, his hands stuffed into his pockets, avoiding your gaze. âWhat is it?â
You took a seat on the couch, feeling your pulse quicken. âAbout what you told me the other nightâŚâ
He tensed, his shoulders stiffening. âYou donât have to say anything. I get it.â
âNo,â you interrupted, your voice firmer than you intended. âYou donât get it. You canât just drop something like that on me and then disappear, Sunghoon. Weâve been friends for years. I deserve to know whatâs going on with you.â
Sunghoon sighed, finally turning to face you. âI was trying to give you space. I didnât want to make things harder for you after everything with Daniel.â
âI appreciate that,â you said, your voice softening. âBut shutting me out isnât helping either of us.â
There was a long pause as Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with his own emotions. âI didnât know what else to do, Y/N. Iâve been holding this in for so long, and now that itâs out, I donât know how to act around you.â
âYou donât have to act any differently,â you said quietly. âBut you also canât avoid me forever.â
Sunghoon stared at you, a conflicted look in his eyes. âI just⌠I donât want to make things worse. I know youâre not ready for⌠anything like this, and Iâm not going to push you. But itâs hard, Y/N. Itâs hard being around you and pretending like everything is the same when Iâve been feeling this way for so long.â
You looked down, your heart heavy with guilt. âI donât want to lose you, Sunghoon. Youâre one of the most important people in my life, and I canât imagine things without you. But Iâm not ready for more, not after everything that happened.â
âI know,â Sunghoon said softly, his expression pained. âAnd Iâll wait. Iâll always wait for you, Y/N. But that doesnât make it any easier.â
The vulnerability in his voice hit you hard, and for the first time, you saw just how deep his feelings ran. He wasnât asking for anything from youâhe was just being honest, and it was tearing him apart. You took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of it all crashing down on you.
âIâm sorry, Sunghoon,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âI wish things were different.â
He shook his head, stepping closer to you. âDonât be sorry. Itâs not your fault. I just⌠I just needed you to know.â
The silence stretched between you, both of you caught in the painful reality of the situation. Neither of you knew what the future held, but for now, all you could do was take it one step at a time.
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The days passed in an uneasy quiet, the tension between you and Sunghoon lingering like an unspoken secret. He no longer avoided you as much, but the once easy-going banter you shared felt stilted, weighed down by everything unsaid. You couldnât stop thinking about his confession. It felt like a constant reminder of how complicated everything had become. No matter how much you tried to focus on anything else, Sunghoonâs words echoed in your mind, making it impossible to pretend like things were back to normal.
One evening, as you sat in your room, you heard a knock on the door. Your mom poked her head in, smiling warmly.
âDinnerâs ready, sweetheart,â she said, her eyes soft with concern. âYou okay?â
You plastered on a smile, nodding. âYeah, just lost in thought.â
She gave you a knowing look. âYouâve been doing a lot of that lately. Is everything okay between you and Sunghoon?â
Your heart skipped a beat. âWhy do you ask?â
âYou two have always been inseparable, but things seem⌠different now. You can talk to me, you know.â
You bit your lip, unsure of how much to say. You hadnât told your parents anything about Sunghoonâs confession, and you werenât sure you could without making things more complicated. âItâs nothing, Mom. Weâre fine. Just adjusting, I guess.â
She raised an eyebrow but didnât push further. âAlright, but you know weâre here for you. If you need to talk about anythingâabout Sunghoon or anything elseâyou can always come to us.â
You nodded, feeling the weight of her words settle over you. She meant well, but the last thing you wanted was to burden your parents with the tangled mess of your emotions.
After dinner, you found yourself wandering outside, needing fresh air to clear your head. Without thinking, you walked down the familiar path to the park, your steps slow and deliberate. The quiet of the evening felt comforting, a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling inside you. You found your way back to the swings, sitting down as you often did when you needed to think.
As you rocked gently back and forth, your mind drifted back to high school. Back to the carefree days when things between you, Sunghoon, and Yeji had been simple. The memories were vividâlate nights studying together, hanging out at the park after school, and how Sunghoon had always been there, a steady presence by your side. Back then, youâd never questioned his loyalty, never thought twice about the way he always seemed to put you first. But now, looking back, you wondered how you hadnât noticed the way he looked at you, the quiet way his feelings had been growing all along.
You remembered one particular moment, just before you left for the U.S. Sunghoon had walked you home after a late study session, the two of you chatting about nothing in particular. It had been a chilly night, and heâd offered you his jacket without hesitation. Youâd laughed, teased him for being too polite, but his expression had been serious, almost sad. At the time, you hadnât thought much of it, chalking it up to the fact that youâd be leaving soon. But now, in hindsight, you realized it had been more than that. Sunghoon had been struggling with his feelings, even back then, and youâd been completely oblivious.
A pang of guilt hit you as you thought about how long he mustâve held everything inside, how hard it mustâve been for him to see you leave, knowing you didnât feel the same way. And now, after everything that had happened with Daniel, Sunghoon was still there, waiting for you in the background, even though you couldnât give him what he wanted.
âWhy does everything have to be so complicated?â you muttered to yourself, staring up at the darkening sky.
Just as you were about to lose yourself in more memories, you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You didnât have to turn around to know who it was. Sunghoon.
âYouâre here again,â he said, his voice quiet but familiar as he sat on the swing next to you.
âI needed to think,â you replied softly, your eyes still focused on the ground. âThis place⌠it helps.â
Sunghoon nodded, his gaze drifting up toward the sky. âYeah. Itâs always been like that, hasnât it?â
A comfortable silence fell between you, though it was laced with the tension of everything unsaid. For a moment, it felt like old timesâjust the two of you, sitting together in quiet understanding. But you knew things were different now, no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise.
Finally, you broke the silence, your voice tentative. âSunghoon⌠I know things have been weird lately. And I hate it.â
He didnât respond right away, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. âI know.â
âI justââ You hesitated, trying to find the right words. âI donât want to lose you. I donât want things to be like this between us.â
Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI donât want that either, Y/N. But I donât know how to make it less weird. I canât just forget what I said.â
âIâm not asking you to,â you said quickly. âBut maybe we can figure this out. I need you, Sunghoon. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
He looked at you, his expression conflicted. âI need you too. But thatâs the problem.â
Your heart clenched at his words. You could see the struggle in his eyesâthe fight between his feelings for you and his desire to protect you from more pain. It wasnât fair to him, and you knew it. But you didnât know how to fix it, how to make things go back to the way they were.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, the guilt heavy in your chest.
Sunghoon shook his head, his voice soft but firm. âDonât be. Itâs not your fault. None of this is.â
You sat there in silence, the distance between you feeling both vast and fragile. There was so much you wanted to say, so much you needed to figure out. But for now, all you could do was sit side by side, both of you trying to navigate the complicated mess of feelings that had always been there, just beneath the surface.
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Weeks passed, and the uneasy tension that once lingered between you and Sunghoon gradually began to fade. Little by little, things started to feel like they were falling back into place, though not quite the same as before. The awkward silences became comfortable again, and the shared moments between you started to carry a different weight.
You found yourself paying closer attention to him in ways you never had before. The small gesturesâhow heâd bring you coffee without asking, or how heâd go out of his way to make sure you were comfortableâbegan to take on a deeper meaning. Sunghoon wasnât just being your best friend; he was being your support, your constant, the one person who had always been there for you, even when you didnât realize how much you needed him.
It was in those moments that your feelings began to shift. At first, you tried to brush them off, telling yourself it was just gratitude, that you were still recovering from everything with Daniel. But the more time you spent with Sunghoon, the harder it became to ignore the warmth that bloomed in your chest every time he smiled at you, or the way your heart raced whenever your hands accidentally brushed.
One evening, the two of you sat in your backyard, a quiet evening settling in around you. Sunghoon had insisted on helping your father with a project earlier, and afterward, he stayed for dinner, as he often did. Now, the two of you were sitting on the porch, the cool breeze gently rustling the leaves above you.
Sunghoon leaned back, his eyes drifting to the sky. âYouâve been quiet tonight,â he said softly, glancing at you. âEverything okay?â
You smiled at the concern in his voice, feeling that familiar warmth spread through you again. âYeah, Iâm just⌠thinking.â
He turned slightly to face you, raising an eyebrow. âAbout what?â
You hesitated, unsure how to put your feelings into words. You werenât ready to say everything out loud yet, but you couldnât shake the overwhelming sense of gratitude and admiration you felt for him. âJust about how things have changed⌠and how much youâve been there for me.â
Sunghoonâs gaze softened, and he shrugged casually, though you could see a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. âThatâs what friends do, right?â
You nodded, but the word âfriendsâ felt wrong now. There was something more between you, something that had been growing quietly in the background, and it was starting to become impossible to deny. You werenât sure when it had happened, or maybe it had always been there, buried beneath the surface. But what you did know was that Sunghoon wasnât just your friend anymore.
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More time passed and you found yourself seeking him out more, spending more time with him than anyone else. You began to crave his company, his quiet strength, and the way he seemed to understand you without needing to ask. And it wasnât just the grand gestures that made your heart flutterâit was the small things. The way he always checked if you were okay, how he listened when you talked, really listened, and how heâd make sure you werenât alone whenever you seemed down.
It was these little acts of kindness, the quiet care he showed you, that made your feelings for him grow into something undeniable.
One evening, the two of you found yourselves at the park again, sitting on the swings like you used to as kids. The sky was a deep shade of pink and orange, the sun setting in the distance. Sunghoon was talking about somethingâwork, maybeâbut you werenât really listening. Instead, you were focused on him, on the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way his voice softened when he talked to you.
You realized, suddenly and overwhelmingly, that you cared for him in a way you hadnât cared for anyone else. It wasnât just that Sunghoon had been there for you, but the way he had always, quietly and without expectation, supported you, no matter what. He didnât ask for anything in return, didnât push you for answers or confessions. He just⌠cared.
And thatâs when you knew. You had feelings for Sunghoon. They had been there all along, waiting for you to realize it.
Sunghoon must have noticed the look on your face because he stopped mid-sentence, turning to you with a curious expression. âWhat is it?â
You blinked, startled out of your thoughts. âWhat?â
âYouâre staring at me,â he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You felt your cheeks heat up, quickly looking away. âI wasnât.â
He laughed softly, but didnât push further. Instead, he leaned back on the swing, the smile fading as a comfortable silence settled between you. You wanted to say something, to tell him what was on your mind, but the words wouldnât come. Not yet.
For now, you were content just being here with him, the weight of your growing feelings a secret you werenât quite ready to share. But you knew, deep down, that it wouldnât be long before those feelings couldnât be hidden any longer.
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It was a cozy Friday evening, and the house felt unusually quiet. Your parents and Sunghoonâs parents had decided to take a weekend trip together, leaving the two of you alone for the night. You had taken advantage of the opportunity to host a movie night, and the living room was filled with the inviting smell of popcorn and the soft glow of fairy lights strung around the room.
You settled onto the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, while Sunghoon reclined next to you, the space between you filled with a warm tension. The movie played in the background, but you found it hard to focus on the screen. Instead, your gaze kept drifting to himâthe way the light danced in his hair, the casual way he laughed at the jokes, and the ease of his presence next to you.
As the minutes turned into hours, you felt the atmosphere shift. Each time you glanced at him, your heart raced a little more. You couldnât ignore the way your feelings for him had transformed over the last few weeks, the moments you had shared sparking something deeper than friendship.
Finally, during a quieter moment in the movie, you turned to him, heart pounding. âSunghoon,â you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. He turned his head, eyebrows raised in curiosity, his expression inviting you to continue.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should voice what had been on your mind for so long. But the warmth of his gaze, the way he was looking at you, made the decision feel inevitable. âI need to tell you something,â you began, feeling your heart race.
He tilted his head slightly, encouraging you. âWhat is it?â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. âIâve been thinking a lot about us⌠and how I feel about you.â Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke, but you pressed on. âWhen I came back to Korea, everything felt so chaotic. But you⌠you were there for me in a way I didnât expect. And the more time we spend together, the more I realize that I care about you, Sunghoon. A lot.â
His eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face. âY/N, Iââ
Before he could respond, you continued, your heart pounding in your chest. âI know Iâve been through a lot, and I donât want to rush anything. But I canât pretend anymore. I have feelings for youâfeelings that go beyond friendship. I want to explore this⌠whatever this is between us.â
A moment of silence stretched between you, filled with the weight of your confession. You could see the shock in his expression slowly melting into something softer, something hopeful.
âIâve wanted to hear you say that,â he finally said, his voice low and sincere. âI care about you too, Y/N. Iâve felt this way for a long time, but I didnât know if youâd feel the same after everything thatâs happened.â
Your heart soared at his words, relief flooding through you. âReally?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, a small smile spreading across his lips. âReally.â
In that moment, everything else faded away. You felt a magnetic pull between you, drawing you closer together. Without thinking, you leaned in, your heart racing as you closed the space between you.
Sunghoon met you halfway, his lips brushing against yours with a gentle hesitance that quickly melted into a deeper kiss. It was electricâfilled with all the unspoken emotions you had both held back for so long. The world outside your living room ceased to exist, leaving only the warmth of his body and the rhythm of your hearts.
You melted into him, feeling the softness of the couch beneath you as he deepened the kiss, hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat radiating between you, igniting something passionate and alive that you hadnât anticipated.
You  moaned softly into Sunghoon's mouth, the sound fueling his desire even further. Breaking the kiss for air, you stared into each other's eyes, both breathless and flushed. "Your room," Sunghoon whispered hoarsely. "Let's go to your room."
Hand in hand, you made your way to your childhood bedroom, a space that held countless memories of your friendship. The room was a sanctuary, adorned with pictures and trinkets from your shared adventures. Sunghoon closed the door behind you, sealing your private world from the outside.
You leaned against the door, heart racing as he approached her. He gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing against your soft cheeks. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.Your lips met again, this time with a hunger that burned through your restraint. Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, exploring the curves and contours of your hips and waist. His fingers played with the hem of your tshirt, as if he was silently asking permission to take it off of you. You nod, his hands wasting no time in peeking the fabric to reveal the lacy black bra you wore beneath.Â
Your breath caught in your throat as his fingertips traced the delicate lace, sending shivers down her spine.
With deft fingers, Sunghoon unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts. You gasp at the cold air that suddenly hits you. He gazed at them with reverence, his eyes dark with desire. Leaning down, he took one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently while his thumb teased the other.  You arch your back at the sensation, moaning softly as waves of pleasure rippled through you.
"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Sunghoon whispered against you skin. "I want to make you feel so good."
Feeling a sudden burst of eagerness, your hands found their way to Sunghoon's belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers. You undid his jeans and slid your hand inside, wrapping your fingers around his hardening cock through his boxers. Sunghoon gasped, his breath hot against your neck, placing a small, wet kiss there as you began to stroke him. âS-shit baby.â
You slip your hand out, guiding Sunghoon towards your bed, you pushed him gently onto the mattress, positions now reversed. You straddled his waist, grinding your hips against his, feeling his erection press against your clothed cunt. His hands roamed over your thighs, inching upwards, exploring the soft skin beneath her shorts that had been driving him insane since the moment he stepped foot inside your house.Â
With a gentle tug, you lifted your hips as he removed your shorts as well as the cute black panties that matched your bra, revealing your bare pussy, glistening with desire. Sunghoon's eyes darkened further as he took in the sight, his breath coming in short gasps. "You're so wet, Y/N. want to taste you so bad."
âlater, you say as you slide down his body, positioning yourself between his legs. You leaned forward, your long hair cascading over your shoulders, as you began to kiss and lick the length of his shaft. Sunghoon groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets as you took him deep into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head of his cock. âFeels so good babyâ
Sunghoon couldn't hold back any longer. He sat up, positioning you on the bed, and parted your thighs with gentle kisses. His tongue traced the outer folds of your pussy, teasing your sensitive skin. You squirmed with pleasure,  hips bucking against his face as he found your clit and began to suckle it with relentless passion.
"Oh, Sunghoon!" you cried out,  voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck don't stop, please!"
Sunghoon continued his relentless assault on your clit, sending you spiraling towards an intense orgasm âtastes so fucking good, all wet just for me.â Your body trembled,  crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Sunghoon didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck until you were a quivering mess, your body drenched in sweat and satisfaction.
After a few moments to recover, you reached for Sunghoon, pulling him up to kiss him in a more hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it drove you wild with desire all over again. "I want you inside me," you whispered between kisses. "Now."
Sunghoon needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With one smooth thrust, he filled you completely, eliciting a gasp from your parted lips. you moved in perfect harmony, your bodies slick with sweat as ge fucked you with raw, unbridled passion.
"Harder, baby" you pleaded, nails digging into his shoulders. "fuck me harder.â Sunghoon obliged, pounding into you with abandon, his hips slamming against yours.Â
The headboard banged against the wall, marking the rhythm of your frantic coupling. your cries filled the room as you rode the waves of pleasure,  orgasm building to an intense crescendo.
âFuck baby your pussys clenching so hard around my cock, im so fucking close.â You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppier, your own orgasm approaching just a quick. âgonna c-cum hoonie.â He couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he came deep inside you, his hot cum painting your walls white.Â
He collapsed onto the bed, bodies entwined, both breathing heavily as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through each of you. âIf I wouldâve known youâd fuck me that good maybe I wouldâve given you a chance much earlier.â You tell him out of breath, eliciting a chuckle from him.Â
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The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in your room. You stirred awake, feeling warmth enveloping you. Sunghoon was nestled beside you, his arm draped protectively around your waist, holding you close. The memory of the night before flooded your mindâthe kiss, the confessions, and the spark of something beautiful igniting between you.
You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of contentment that you hadnât experienced in a long time. But as you settled deeper into his embrace, a sudden noise from downstairs jolted you from your blissful reverie.
âY/N, I think your parents are back,â Sunghoon murmured sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he became more alert.
Your heart raced as the reality of the situation hit you. âOh fuck, Theyâre not supposed to be back yetâ you whispered, panic rising in your chest.
Sunghoonâs eyes widened, and he immediately sat up, glancing around the room. âWe need to hurryâ
You both scrambled to untangle yourselves from the sheets, adrenaline coursing through you. As you hopped out of bed, you glanced at each other, both of you laughing nervously at the chaotic situation. There was an unspoken agreementâyou needed to act casual, like nothing unusual had happened.
âOkay, you get dressed first,â you said, tossing him a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been strewn on the floor. âIâll throw on something too.â
You quickly changed into a comfy hoodie and leggings, your heart still racing as you heard your parentsâ voices growing louder downstairs. The last thing you wanted was for them to walk in on you two after the night you just shared.
âAre you ready?â Sunghoon asked, his hair slightly tousled as he pulled on the T-shirt. He looked adorable, and it took everything in you not to linger on how cute he was at that moment.
âAlmost!â you replied, giving your reflection a quick check in the mirror before moving to the door. âLetâs go!â
You both rushed down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible, your hearts pounding in your chests. As you reached the bottom step, you could hear your parents chatting in the kitchen, their voices bright and cheerful.
âY/N, are you home?â your mom called out just as you and Sunghoon entered the living room, trying to appear nonchalant.
âYeah, Mom! Just hanging out!â you replied, forcing a casual tone, hoping it didnât sound too forced.
You glanced over at Sunghoon, who was giving you a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the nervousness in his eyes. You both moved into the kitchen, where your parents were unpacking bags, completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions that had just taken place in your room.
âHey, Sunghoon! youâre here,â your dad said, giving him a friendly nod. âDid you keep Y/N entertained while we were gone?â
âOf course!â Sunghoon replied, a little too quickly, his eyes darting to you for a brief moment. âWe had a fun movie night.â
You nodded enthusiastically, trying to match his energy. âYeah, just a normal hangout. Nothing out of the ordinary,â you added, unable to hide the hint of a nervous laugh.
Your mom chuckled, giving you both a knowing look. âYou two have always been inseparable. Iâm glad youâre spending time together.â
You felt your cheeks flush, and you shot Sunghoon a sidelong glance. He was trying hard not to smile, and it was contagious.
âDid you enjoy the trip?â you asked, hoping to shift the conversation away from the night before.
Your parents launched into stories about their travels, and as you listened, you couldnât help but sneak glances at Sunghoon. He caught your eye, and you both exchanged a small smile that felt electric, reminding you of the connection you had just started to explore.
As breakfast was prepared, the atmosphere felt relaxed and easy, but your heart raced at the thought of your parents unknowingly interrupting something that had felt so significant. You couldnât help but feel giddy about the night you had shared, and the prospect of what lay ahead for you and Sunghoon, even as the morning unfolded like any other day.
After breakfast, your parents retreated to the living room to relax, leaving you and Sunghoon to clean up the kitchen. The atmosphere felt light, almost like the calm before a storm as you both exchanged playful banter, your earlier connection still fresh in your minds.
Later that afternoon, you heard a familiar voice ring out from the front door. âY/N! Iâm here!â Yeji called as she burst into the house, her energy immediately filling the space.
You couldnât help but smile, excitement bubbling up at the sight of your childhood best friend. âYeji! Youâre back!â you exclaimed, rushing to greet her with a hug.
As you pulled away, she looked at you intently, her gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. âYouâre glowing,  Whatâs going on with you?â she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
Your cheeks flushed slightly, and you tried to play it cool. âWhat are you talking about?â you said, attempting to sound nonchalant, but you felt a giddy warmth spread through you.
âOh, come onâ Yeji pressed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. âYou look so happy. Are you and sunghoon fianlly together?â
You felt your heart race at the thought. âItâs⌠complicated,â you said, a shy smile creeping onto your face as you remembered the kiss, the way he made you feel, and the warmth that had lingered long after. âWeâre just figuring things out.â
âJust figuring things out?â Yeji exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. âY/N, youâre practically radiating happiness, That sounds like a classic âweâre togetherâ situation to me now spill bitch.â
You laughed, unable to suppress the joy bubbling inside you. âI promise, itâs nothing like that! Weâre just friends hanging outâwell, more than friends, but still⌠you know.â You were stumbling over your words, and you could feel the warmth of your blush creeping down your neck.
Yejiâs eyes widened, her expression a mix of disbelief and excitement. âOh my god, did you fuck?â she pressed, bouncing slightly on her heels, clearly thrilled at the prospect.
You donât say anything, except you give her a knowing look that told her everything she needs to know.Â
Yejiâs smile grew wider, her excitement infectious. âFucking finally. I thought you idiots would never figure it outâ She grabbed your shoulders, her eyes gleaming. âYou have to tell me everything.â
Just then, Sunghoon appeared in the doorway, glancing between the two of you, a bemused smile on his face. âWhatâs going on in here?â he asked, leaning against the doorframe with an amused expression.
Yeji turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âOh, just catching up on the latest drama. Y/N and I were just talking about how sheâs glowing andââ
You quickly interjected, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. âWe were just talking about⌠uh, my skincare routine!â
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. âYour skincare routine, huh? Sounds fascinating.â
âShut up,â you shot back playfully, laughter spilling out. But deep down, you felt a thrill at the thought of your feelings for him becoming more public, shared between friends.
Yeji wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a teasing smile on her face.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the smile that spread across your face. As Sunghoon joined the conversation, you felt a warmth in your heart, realizing how much you had missed thisâhow much you had missed him.
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You and Sunghoon settled into a rhythm of secrecy and excitement. Every stolen moment felt like a thrilling adventure, each shared smile charged with an energy that left you both breathless. You spent evenings hanging out at parks, grabbing snacks at your favorite convenience store, and reliving old memories. But as your bond deepened, so did the intensity of your feelings.
You both agreed to keep things under wraps for a little while longer, wanting to navigate this new chapter without the pressure of parental expectations looming over you. But sneaking around only added to the thrill, and soon, it became second nature.
One Friday evening, you decided to go on a real date. After all, you had managed to keep things low-key, but you were ready to enjoy being together without the pressure of hiding. You picked a charming little cafĂŠ downtown, a spot you both loved, and as the sun began to set, the place glowed with a warm, inviting ambiance.
You shared a dessert and exchanged playful banter, the world outside fading away. Sunghoonâs laughter felt like music, and each lingering glance seemed to whisper promises of something beautiful. The night was perfectâuntil it was time to go home.
As you walked down the quiet street, the cool night air wrapping around you, you felt a surge of affection. You turned to Sunghoon, smiling softly, and without thinking, you pulled him into a warm embrace. It felt so right, being close to him, your heart racing at the proximity.
But just as you pulled away, a familiar voice broke the silence. âWell, well, well. What do we have here?â
Startled, you turned to see your parents standing just a few feet away, a mix of surprise and amusement on their faces. Sunghoonâs eyes widened, and you felt your heart drop. âUh⌠hey!â you stammered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
Your mom stepped forward, a knowing smile spreading across her face. âWe always knew you two would end up together,â she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow playfully.
Sunghoon chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. âUm, well, this is a bit unexpected.â
Your dad grinned, stepping beside your mom. âYou think we wouldnât notice the way you two look at each other? Youâve been sneaking around, havenât you?â
You exchanged glances with Sunghoon, a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through you. âOkay, maybe a little,â you admitted, unable to hide your smile.
âJust a little?â Yeji suddenly appeared from behind your parents, her arms crossed and an amused look on her face. âI could have told you they were dating from the way they looked at each other!â
Your heart raced, but seeing the warmth in your parentsâ eyes eased your nerves. âWe just wanted to take our time, you know?â you said, looking up at Sunghoon.
Your mom laughed softly. âYou kids and your secrets. We were starting to wonder when you would finally tell us!â
Sunghoon relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. âSorry for keeping it from you, but we wanted to figure things out first.â
Your dad patted Sunghoon on the back. âYouâre a good kid. Weâre just happy to see you both happy. Just remember to keep it respectful, alright?â
You nodded vigorously, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. As you stood there, surrounded by family and friends, you realized how wonderful it felt to share your happiness openly.
Sunghoon looked at you, his expression softening. âWell, I guess the secretâs out,â he said, smiling broadly.
You chuckled, leaning against him, warmth spreading through you. âYeah, but I wouldnât have it any other way.â
As you walked home together, hand in hand, you knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your livesâone filled with love, laughter, and the promise of many more adventures to come.
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Scammer pretending to be Palestinian v5
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As of 7/13/2024, here is the currently known scam accounts impersonating Palestinians needing aid. Here is a list of commonly used names for these scams as the post would be too long if I included them. Please donât donate to any blog thatâs here and warn anyone sharing their posts.
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Me, You, and Baby, Too
Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.
Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also đ¤ˇđźââď¸), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant
A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! 𤪠Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) đ¤ ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen
There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:Â Â
âGood.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âLong.âÂ
âMy knees are killinâ me.âÂ
âTommy did somethinâ fuckinâ stupid again.âÂ
âBetter now that Iâm home with you.âÂ
So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone.Â
âHey, honey. How was your day today?â You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you.Â
âPretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.âÂ
You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didnât drop it in shock.Â
Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.
Not floor plans.Â
Not timelines for the project.
Not something stupid that Tommy did.Â
Not even what he had done today on the job.Â
The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby.Â
You and Joel had always agreed that youâd wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didnât want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, youâd both know it.Â
But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldnât help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day.Â
Youâd brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasnât the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay. Â
But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies werenât just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too.Â
âAwh, really?â You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him.Â
âYeah.â He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, âThe family weâre startinâ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadnât had time to work on fixinâ things.âÂ
âSo theyâre already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?â You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass.Â
âCheap labor.â Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, âNah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runninâ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilinâ and laughinâ at everything.âÂ
You were glad Joelâs arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasnât, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby.Â
âWell a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.â You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest.Â
âYeah.â Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke.Â
âYou okay?â You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out.Â
Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out. Â
âHoney, what is it?â You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin.Â
âI want one.âÂ
You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said.Â
âW-what?âÂ
âI want one. A baby. I- I know itâs been a while since weâve talked about it, but Iâve been thinkinâ about it a lot, and seeinâ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldnât stop picturinâ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.âÂ
If you werenât a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now. Â
An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality.Â
âJoel⌠Really?âÂ
âYeah, really. Nothinâ I want more. I know I ainât gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know youâll be sucha good mom, and Iâll be damned if I donât want some tiny lil versions of us runninâ around. Couldnât think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ainât talked about in a while, and if ya arenât ready yet thatâs okay but I-âÂ
Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear.Â
You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin.Â
âYou wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?âÂ
âFuck-â Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.
ââCause thereâs nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.â You smirked, looking up to watch Joelâs eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak.Â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ-â He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. âYou- fuck, you sure, baby?âÂ
âMhmmmm. Donât think Iâve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,â you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, âthat I think we should go make one right now.âÂ
Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness.Â
Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs.Â
You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans.Â
He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby.Â
âJesus Christ, baby girl, look at âcha.â Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. âHavenât even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlinâ?âÂ
Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation. Â
âF-fuck- Itâs all for you, b-baby.â You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants.Â
âPrettiest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever seen.â Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. âWants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?âÂ
âP-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.â You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs.Â
âI will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure youâre nice nâready for me. âCause once we start, I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill I knock you up.âÂ
With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only-Â
To get you pregnant. Â Â
Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic.Â
You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm.Â
âJ-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, Iâm c-close. Donât stop, please, donât stop.â You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joelâs fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line.Â
With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami.Â
As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good.Â
Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didnât stop.Â
Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way.Â
As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms.Â
Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldnât think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted.Â
âJ-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.âÂ
You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joelâs cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache.Â
Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you.Â
âPlease, what, darlinâ?â Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for.Â
âNeed to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.â You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck.Â
With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix.Â
Joel couldnât help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core.Â
âChrist, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take.â Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in.Â
âJoel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.â You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting.Â
Joelâs fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each otherâs muffled moans with each snap of Joelâs hips.Â
âYeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryinâ our kid?â Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many youâd let him give you, because fuck, heâd keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give.Â
Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again.Â
âYes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.â You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joelâs broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joelâs heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly.Â
Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth.Â
âThatâs it, darlinâ, I know youâre close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear tâgod, youâll be drippinâ outta me for days. So fuckinâ full that Iâll get you pregnant right now.â Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible.Â
âJoel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, Iâm gonna- fuckfuckfuck-âÂ
Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joelâs cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body.Â
While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you.Â
âThatâs my girl. Thatâs it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, Iâm gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste.Â
He couldnât help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath.Â
Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow heâd have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasnât going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you.Â
Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him.Â
 âJoel, baby, I love you but youâre kinda squishing me.â You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs.Â
âFuck meâŚâ Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter.Â
âJoel, stop! That tickles!â You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin.Â
âDonât laugh so damn hard, or all my hard workâs âbout to come out!â Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer.Â
âStop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think weâll be okay.â You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter.Â
âBaby, I donât think Iâve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.â Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldnât contain his excitement about something. âGod, I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Joel.âÂ
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin.Â
âYouâre gonna make such a good mom. Iâm the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.âÂ
âJoel! Youâre gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.â You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes.Â
âYeah, what a jerk, your husband tellinâ you how much he loves you.â He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joelâs face scrunch in a calculated concentration. âHow big of a crib you think I gotta make? I donât know âbout a rockinâ chair, but a crib canât be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney, I donât even know if Iâm pregnant yet, you donât need to have a crib built tomorrow.â You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting.Â
âSweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill we know thereâs a baby in there.â He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, âSo you better get comfortable, âcause if itâs up to me, there ainât a chance in hell weâre gettinâ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."
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