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I was feeling so sick so I didn't even felt when I fell asleep

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IM ROLLING, this girl was not only here reacting but sending me her LIVE reactions 😭

anyways THANKS FOR READING AS ALWAYS QUEEN iloveyousomuch

you want me to pretend? | eleven

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, college au, smau/irl, alcohol, cursing, angst, suggestive, mentions of anxiety

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 1.5k

authors note: I'm finally back! I want to thank the amazing girls who helped me figure things out more clearly on this chapter. This one goes to @memoirofasparklemuff1n ily 💕 she basically beta read it.

10 | 11 | 12

Sophomore year - February 2023

Getting to know Jordan had been something unexpected. You kept lying to yourself, saying you didn't like him and that you were only friends. But the way he talked to you was confusing; none of your friends ever spoke to you like that. The only one who did was JJ, but it was different; JJ didn't mean it, and you knew he was joking. But Jordan? Jordan was confusing. You didn't know how he usually interacted with other people, whether he treated everyone like he treated you, or if he said the same things to other friends. So, as much as part of you believed that he liked you back, you weren't one hundred percent sure. You had been overthinking his every little move and word, and none of your friends knew him enough to form an actual opinion. Kelce didn't like him much, but he had told you on different occasions that he never liked Topper's friends because of how different their personalities were, so again, his opinion was not a big turning point.

You tried not to think too much about Jordan, but it was impossible when you two talked every day, all day. You didn’t spend much time together; he was usually very busy, and your schedules clashed, so you had to settle for texts and calls.

Rafe was sure he would talk to you. At least he thought he would until the time came. You walked in with Kie and Cleo while he spoke to Kelce. You said hi to both of them from a distance and followed your friends. He was relieved to see you with them and not with him. You looked pretty, but to him, you always did.

As the party continued, his resolve crumbled, and he no longer felt the need to talk to you. The more he thought about it, the more he accepted he wasn’t planning on doing it to move on; he wanted to do it in hopes of maybe seeing if something was there. “I thought she liked you,” was what Kelce had told him. That comment had haunted him for months, and selfishly, he wanted to see if something was still lingering there. If he were upfront with you about how he felt, maybe you would respond or rethink whatever was happening with Jordan. Either way, it was a selfish reason, and he didn’t want to disturb your peace or the dynamic of the friend group. Telling you about his feelings might complicate everything, and he didn’t want that for either of you, so he decided to stay put and do nothing about it.

He went to look for another drink, nothing strong, because he still had to drive back home. He wasn’t staying with Topper like he usually did when there was a party because Sarah was staying with him, and that was something he certainly didn’t want to hear. When he got to the drink table, he was shocked to see Sofia.  

“What are you doing here?” he asked her.  

“Rafe, hey! Long time no see,” she said.

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Sofia and Rafe had gotten their drinks and stayed there for a while talking, but eventually moved to another place to chat because they were blocking the table for others who wanted to get their drinks. The conversation was mostly small talk and catching up since they hadn’t seen each other in a long time. She noticed how Rafe’s eyes darted around the room as if he were looking for someone.  

“Looking for someone?” she asked, intrigued.  

“Uh… no,” he replied, taking another sip of his drink and glancing around one more time.  

“Liar,” Sofia chuckled softly. “Who is the girl?” He sighed deeply.  

“Someone from college,” he admitted.  

“Are you two a thing?”  

“No,” he said, a bit annoyed.  

“Touchy subject, huh?” She sipped her drink. “Ex?”  

“I wish,” he scoffed. “She is just a girl I like.”  

“Doesn’t look like she is just a girl.”  

“I don’t want to talk about it, I would drink my thoughts away, but I have to drive.” He joked, then looked at her. 

“Look at you making good decisions. You have matured.” 

“College does that, apparently,” he chuckled.

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You and Kelce had been talking for the past ten minutes, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice how long Rafe had been talking to a girl whose face was familiar, but you didn’t know from where. You were aware you shouldn’t care who he was with, but you did. You reminded yourself you liked Jordan, even if you were trying to deny it. But that was better than thinking about what was happening right in front of you. Your feelings were all over the place.  

It had been a while since you had thought about Rafe. Deep down, he was still in the back of your mind, but you were good at ignoring it… At least most days you were, but today was not one of those days. Today was one of the days when you wished he were talking to you, when he was sweet and not flirting with everything that moved. When you caught on to his flirtatiousness, everything that had happened before that became obsolete, just another one of his games. That was how it looked in your eyes, when the truth was far from that.  

You were dying to ask Kelce if he knew who the girl was, but you didn’t know how to ask without sounding jealous.  

“I think her face looks familiar, but I don’t know from where,” you said as you looked at Sofia and Rafe. Kelce followed your gaze before answering.  

“Probably because I went to high school with her; I have pictures on my Instagram with her, so that’s probably why you think you’ve seen her before.”  

“Makes sense,” Kelce looked at you, and you didn’t notice as you were still looking at them. He smirked.  

“Yeah…” he paused, “Topper, Sarah, Rafe, and I know her from high school; we were friends.”  

“Not anymore?” you turned to look back at Kelce.  

“High school friends who become acquaintances the moment you graduate.” Your eyes flickered back to Rafe and Sofia, but instead of seeing them talk, they were kissing—making out.  

“Oh… that doesn’t look like acquaintances,” you said to Kelce as casually as you could, even if you had just felt your stomach drop.  

“Oh shit…” Kelce whispered and then snickered, “The same thing happened at senior prom, but they both regretted it; it was so funny.”  

“So they dated?” Kelce noticed the hint of jealousy in your tone but pretended he didn’t hear it and answered your question.  

“No, they were just the type of friends who kissed sometimes.”  

That was all you needed to hear to make your decision. Rafe was just a silly crush that you had to move on from; you had other things to focus on, like your classes and, well, Jordan. Jordan, who was getting to know you, whom you talked to often, and whom you liked. It was time to stop trying to deny it and own it. You liked Jordan, and you were going to focus on him and forget about the little crush you had on Rafe.

A date. A date with Jordan. His saying that it was a date was all the confirmation you needed to know that he wasn’t only talking to you as a friend, and it brought peace to your mind. Choosing what to wear that day had required Ruthie and Sarah the day before, rummaging through your closet to find options. You tried everything until you found something you liked and felt comfortable in.

Paying attention in class that day was the hardest thing ever. You were extremely anxious about the date; your brain was racing ten times faster than usual, trying to think about the best and worst scenarios. Cleo and Pope noticed it, and they tried to calm you down. It worked for a while until it was time for the next class. Kelce just gave you a pack of gum and reassured you with words, knowing that’s what you needed at that moment.

When Jordan texted you that he was there, you felt your heart leap in your chest, and at the same time, you felt like you were about to faint. The class ended, you said your goodbyes, and walked to where he was waiting for you. When you saw him, you stopped and took a deep breath; you had forgotten how much taller he was than you.

“Hi,” you said as you walked closer.

“Hey, it’s so nice to finally see you again.”

He opened the door of his car and helped you in. After that, he walked around to get to the other side, got in the car, and drove to the restaurant while you two talked about everything. He brought up things you had told him a while back and asked you more questions. The conversation started, and it didn’t stop during the whole date.

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I think there are a lot of things people don't know about me but I was a dance girly for a big part of my life but I got injured so easily all the time and then my arthritis well let's just say my knees are not made for dancing because of the impact but oh how I love it.

like I did Flamenco for like 4 years of my life (i loved it so much), then I did dance at school and was in an academy when I was in high school for like 6 months then I got injured so I had to forcefully retire from that and volleyball (I still made it to the yearbook pic though)

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thank you for the mention 🥹🥹🩷

Pls plssss recommend Rafe Cameron series!! As much as I love short drabbles and stuff, I'm sick of reading them. I want something long, I want something that I can read all night long and daydream about. Helppp.

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i love seeing bits and pieces of their past 😫💕 down bad doesn't cover it for them, they have been married for years in my head

Kildare Elementary- Rafe SMAU: Flashback~ 9 years ago

Synopsis: 7 years ago, you and your best friend got drunk at a party and you ended up having a baby. You guys gave your relationship a shot, but he has always been in love with someone else. So, you guys remained friends after your daughter was born and you moved to the next town over. Now, there's an opening at the school all of your friends work at, and you are itching to take it. Perfect, right? Well, it would be if your classroom didn't somehow get moved next to your childhood crush and you can't tell if he is flirting with you or just really bad with technology.

AN: Thank you so much for asking for this @inthelibrarybtw because I love this so much 😭 If you guys have any requests for this story or any of my other ones PLEASE let me know I am currently in a slump and my brain is FRIED

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader/Past!JJ Maybank x Reader

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unlike precious, me and anesthesia don't get along and the two times I've had to had anesthesia I ended up fighting with everyone and being nauseous 😭

I just can't with them inviting themselves 😂 love them

take on me | r.c

──𖤐 summary:

“It’s good you’re here to take care of her, I was a bit worried when she said she would get a cab home.”

“I was trying to let her be independent.”

“I am independent,” you argued with a frown and Rafe snickered, standing up.

“Yes, you are.”

OR; you have to get your wisdom teeth removed and are adamant about recovering by yourself. Your best friends have other plans, though.

──𖤐 pairing: rafe cameron x reader

──𖤐 warnings: takes place pre-illicit affairs, very inaccurate description of getting your wisdom teeth removed, boys being boys

──𖤐 word count: 2.1k

──𖤐 author's note: this was not planned, like at all. i did a speed run of this at work when @carrerascameron talked about her getting her wisdom tooth removed and imagined Precious in the scenario, so this is dedicated to you! thanks for the inspo and hope you feel better soon🫶🏼 also why is this me somehow stretching the series, bc i already miss writing for them😭 let’s not think about tho hope you enjoy, happy reading🩷

PS: this is within the illicit affairs universe, but is not part of the series. this can be read as a standalone fic!

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“You can do this,” you muttered to yourself, as you were sitting in the waiting room of the doctor’s office.

This being getting your wisdom teeth removed.

By yourself.

And then going home.

Where you were also going to be by yourself.

Your parents had gone to Orange County to visit your grandparents and you had set the appointment, forgetting they had plans. But that wouldn’t be a problem, right? You were a big girl. It was just a simple procedure, not a big deal. Even if Rafe had tried to scare you.

“Precious, getting your wisdom teeth is no joke, Sarah was delirious for a whole week,” he had said, but you only waved him off, because what did he know?

Well, it turned out, he knew exactly what he was talking about.

It was during the last half hour before the procedure, as the doctor explained the procedure to you one last time, when you slowly realized, to your horror, that you absolutely could not do this. But you tried not to let it show, because how embarassing would that be?You only smiled at the doctor, nodding to show you understand, while you were freaking out on the inside.

“Alright, you can follow me, I’m gonna take you to the procedure room,” the nurse said, after the doctor had left the room, and then, you started panicking for real.

“Wait, can I just quickly do something on my phone?” you asked her and the nurse nodded, understanding.

Quickly, you grabbed your phone to text Rafe.

rafe [19/04/23: 8:26 am]: let me know how the procedure goes

Precious [19/04/23: 8:30 am]: omg stop babying me

Precious [19/04/23: 8:30 am]: i’m a grown and independent woman, i can handle this.

────── NEW MESSAGE ──────

Precious [19/04/23: 9:45 pm]: i was wrong, i’m totally not a grown and independent woman

You weren’t sure why, but you just had to voice out your fears, and then you’d fell better, less scared.

At least that was what you told yourself. Sticking your phone back into your purse, you inhaled deeply, but quietly, before facing the nurse again, braving a smile.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

An hour later, you were back in the patient room, laid in the bed, a cooling pad pressed against your cheek. You were still drowsy from the anesthesia, and the doctor had told you to wait at least half an hour before calling your cab. You thought about waiting much longer, considering the state you were in.

A gentle knock on your door made you look up, and it was the nurse sticking her head inside the room, smiling at you.

“Someone’s here to see you,” the nurse said gently, before coming inside, and no one other than Rafe was right behind her, his forehead creased with worry.

“Rafe?” you asked, confused, though it sounded more like Wafe? with the swelling in your mouth.

“Precious,” Rafe sighed, sitting down at the end of your bed. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d be freaked out?”

He squeezed your ankle affectionately, before turning towards the nurse.

“Is it okay if I take her home?” he asked her and she nodded, handing him your papers and a bag with what you assumed was medication.

“Yes, that’s fine. Make sure she drinks lots of water. The anesthesia will wear off soon, and she’ll start to feel the pain. We’ve prescribed her some painkillers, and it’s okay if she takes ibuprofen, too,” the nurse told him and Rafe hummed dutifully.

You were still confused.

“I assume we’ll just call the front desk if we have any questions?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“What?” you blurted out and Rafe turned to you with an exasperated smile, while the nurse laughed.

“She’s still loopy from the anesthesia, that’s completely normal,” she explained and Rafe sighed, chuckling. “It’s good you’re here to take care of her, I was a bit worried when she said she would get a cab home.”

“I was trying to let her be independent.”

“I��am independent,” you argued, with a frown and Rafe snickered, standing up.

“Yes, you are. Come on, let’s get you home.”

Packing up your stuff, Rafe let you lean on him as the nurse walked you out, waving from the door as Rafe helped you in the car. The way home passed by in a blur and before you knew it, you were already walking through the front door, Rafe’s arm around your waist.

“Bed or couch?”

“Couch,” you replied, and Rafe took you to the living room, where you quickly curled up on the couch. You sighed softly, already feeling so much better in the safety of your own home.

Rafe left you to your own devices, disappearing somewhere in the back of the house, but it wasn’t long beforr he returned with a fresh ice pack, exchanging it with the one that was basically water at this point.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, wincing when you held the fresh ice pack against your cheek. Even though Rafe had wrapped it in a towel, it was still bitingly cold.

“‘course.”

Rafe sat down on the arm rest of the couch, careful not to tug in your hair, reaching out to brush a few stray strands of hair off your forehead. It was nice like this, and you almost dozed off, still loopy from the anesthesia. The sound of the front door opening, however, piqued your interest and you frowned at Rafe.

“Who’s that?”

“Must be the boys,” Rafe told you and you let out a small huff, getting up.

“Precious, what are you doing?” Rafe asked, exasperated, but you had already followed the sound of the boys, who had apparently brought Whole Foods’ entire stock with them, making camp in your kitchen.

“Hey Precious, how are you doing?” Kelce asked, dumping the grocery bags on the counter. Topper lifted his head to look at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Your cheeks don’t look half as swollen as Rafe had said.”

“Thanks for that,” Rafe said dryly, coming into the kitchen behind you. You only glowered at him, before setting your sights back on Topper and Kelce.

“What are you doing here?”

“We brought groceries, obviously.”

You jutted your lower lip out when Topper pulled out two sixers of beer and a bag full of steaks.

“I can’t have any of that,” you complained and Topper sighed.

“It’s obviously not for you.”

“These are for you,” Kelce said, sliding a pack of your favorite popsicles on the counter. You only frowned.

“Who even invited you here to grill steaks and drink beer,” you grumbled, already ripping open the container, taking a popsicle out, watching as Rafe joined them, unpacking the groceries in your kitchen, apparently.

You had made it your mission to observe, and occasionally comment, while you ate your popsicle.

Your victim?

Topper.

“What’s that,” you asked, when Topper pulled out a takeaway container from a brown paper bag.

“Mash,” he replied, distracted, already pulling out different container from yet another paper bag. Seriously, did they just hit up ever single shop on the island?

“What’s that.”

“Tomato soup.”

Topper set a six pack of gatorade on the counter, glancing at you, like he knew what was coming and you only grinned. Well, as much as you could, anyway.

“… What’s that.”

“Jesus, Precious, aren’t you supposed to rest your mouth to heal?” he bitched at you and you snickered. “Just shut up and eat your damn popsicle.”

You heaved yourself on the kitchen island to watch the guys putter around the kitchen, still unsure why they were here.

“Do you want mash or soup?” Rafe asked you, gently pushing your legs to the side, to open the drawer where you kept the bowls.

You didn’t have enough mental capacity to make a decision. So you didn’t.

“Both.”

Rafe made you two small bowls, one with soup and one with mash respectively, adding a bottle of gatorade to the counter.

“Eat this and finish that gatorade, alright? You’re gonna be in pain when that anesthesia wears off and I just know you’re gonna pump yourself full of painkillers, so get some food into you,” he told you and you were barely able to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’ll go heat up the grill,” Kelce then announced, heading outside and you followed him with your eyes, your annoyance focusing on him as you tosed the popsicle stick in the trash.

“Why are you pouting?” Rafe sighed and you gave him a look.

“Why are you here.”

“To use your pool, obviously,” Topper replied in passing, carrying your cooler outside. You threw a death glare at his retreating form, and Rafe only laughed quietly, shaking his head. He leaned on the counter, his hands on either side of your legs.

“Do you want to eat inside or come out to the backyard with us?”

You frowned. Mostly because you were annoyed that he was treating you like a baby, but also because you liked how he was taking care of you.

But you weren’t gonna tell him that.

“Inside,” you replied, grouchy. “Too hot outside.”

With that, you jumped off the counter, with Rafe making space for you, though you couldn’t help but notice the way his hands were hovering by your waist. Grabbing your two bowls and the gatorade under your arm, you marched yourself back to the couch. You were an independent woman, after all.

Safely arriving in the living room; you put the food on the table, first taking a big sip of your gatorade, before you started eating.

Even though you weren’t hungry, you felt so much better afterwards, if a bit drowsy. No one would blame you if you took a nap, you did undergo a surgery just that morning, and before you knew it, you were passed out on the couch.

You weren’t sure for how long you had napped, but the remaining anesthesia must have left your systems, a dull ache in your jaw waking you from your slumber.

“Ow,” you mumbled drowsily, gently prodding against your cheek with your finger.

Frowning, you looked around the living room. puzzled to see a light blanket draped over your body. When did you get a blanket?

Then, you noticed faint music coming from the backyard and that was when you remembered that you weren’t home alone. Pushing the blanket back, you headed to the backyard, slowly pushing the door open.

The boys were sitting by the table in the shades, a couple of grilled steaks left on a plate, a few open beer bottles strewn on the table, while they played cards. Rafe lifted his head when he heard your foot steps, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a grin.

“Look who’s up,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t test me.”

“Here,” Rafe said, pulling out a pack of ibuprofen out of his pocket. “The anesthesia has worn off, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

Without you saying anything, Kelce pulled a gatorade out of the cooler, placing it in front of you on the table.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, popping an ibuprofen in your mouth, before washing it down with the gatorade, looking around the backyard. You must have slept longer than you thought, the sun just starting to set, painting your backyard in a golden hue. The boys really spent their entire day here while you were sleeping. As you looked at the pool, you furrowed your brows, suddenly remembering Topper’s earlier words.

“Hey, you guys have your own pools!”

“Man, nothing gets past you, huh Precious?” Topper sighed, tossing his cards down to lean back in his chair, looking at you.

So they came to take care of you.

“I’m a big girl,” you argued. “You didn’t have to come here to look after me.”

“Of course we didn’t, you fucking clown,” Kelce sniffed, giving you a dirty look. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, taking a beat to stand your ground, before you sat down next to Kelce.

“Thanks,” you grumbled, trying not to show how grateful you were for them, kicking Rafe’s leg affectionately. They had all turned up, but you knew that Rafe spearheaded this. He raised an eyebrow at you, winking secretly and you tried to ignore your cheeks heating up. You must still be loopy from the anesthesia.

“Women are so easy to please.”

“Shut up, Top.”

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author's note: well.... this was unexpected, I know! but what do you guys think? 👀

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guys cheer for me I went out of my house to work

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like I said I haven't watched twd but this is everything and if I see an overprotective rafe?? that's where I stay, give me a HUNDRED of him

can we get any headcannons on how rafe protects reader and how the group protects/help eachother?

yes ofc!!!

cw: violence, guns, parental abuse, mentions killing/murder

ways rafe protects maybank!sister!reader

he always makes sure his sleeping bag is in between her and the door. he watches to make sure she eats at every meal. one time she passed out during her watch shift with him because she hadn’t been eating enough and he got so upset with her over it. called her reckless and selfish but his emotions were coming from a place of fear. he teaches her how to shoot a gun properly. guns were always jj’s thing so she’s not as comfortable with them as her brother and rafe helps her. ever since she went missing for those 6 days, he doesn’t let her go out alone. he wants to be the one with her everytime she leaves camp but it doesn’t always work out that way so he makes her promise to check in every 30 minutes through the walkie talkies they have. reader gets cold easily and with no heat during the winters, it gets damn near miserable so once everyone is asleep, rafe normally gives reader his blanket and he just bundles up in his multiple jackets for the night. reader usually wakes up pissed that he would let himself freeze all night but rafe just rolls his eyes and tells her to get use to it.

ways the pogues help each other

it’s kind of an unspoken rule but the pogues can sense when one of them is getting tired/exhausted/depressed and they all step up to give that person a break. they all have their own traumas they’ve been through since the start of the apocalypse and with ward running around, anything can happen. they take care of each other, even rafe. emotionally and physically. reader knows how to patch wounds up so she becomes the pogues’ “doctor”. her knowledge is limited, it’s just stuff she learned throughout the years with luke. it took a minute for them to get use to rafe but when sarah comes crawling back to camp, dragging her injured brother beside her, they don’t have a choice but to take him in. they really get a system down pretty fast so they can survive. ward is hunting them down and they’re trying to get by so they all have their own area of expertise and it all flows together pretty well. they helped buried what was left of john b’s dad so he could have a place to visit him. even when they found out ward nearly killed rafe, the pogues promised rafe they would make ward pay. jj, rafe, cleo, reader, & john b are usually the ones going on runs. occasionally pope will go if he’s looking something specific but for the most part, he stays guarding the camp when everyone else is gone. the apocalypse honestly brings them closer together so they help each other in every way they can because if they don’t, no one survives.

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Okay would you be willing to write a blurb/one shot where sage feels left out or overlooked and gets sad about it? Like maybe she accomplished something at school but it gets pushed to the back because the youngest comes in with his accomplishment and everyone focuses on that? And then Rafe and reader realize what’s happening and comfort her 🥹

I absolutely love this oh my heart 🥹 thank you for this lovely req anon!! <3 my inbox is open for all kinds of asks and reqs for the cameron family :)

overlooked

PAIRING: the cameron family universe

SUMMARY: after a big accomplishment gets overlooked, sage is comforted delicately by her parents.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: middle child being overlooked; lot of usage of nicknames; rafe and reader don't seem like the best parents but they redeem themselves towards the end :)

EDITH SPEAKS: this goes out to any middle child who felt neglected by their family. please know no matter what, you are seen and heard 💞 if you enjoy reading, reblogs and feedback are always highly appreciated! ☁️

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The beaming on her face just can’t be stopped, the smile as bright as the shining sun. Sage is practically skipping along the sidewalk, her headphones playing Cage the Elephant in her ears and her hands holding her precious certificate. 

For representing her school in a major robotics competition, not only did she come first, but also secured a major cash prize! A project that was a vision since she was a kid was finally brought to life by her own hands and was presented at the competition. She got loads of compliments, and most of the evaluators told her they see her going very far in life. 

Sage reaches her home, slowly walking inside the open front door. She saw her dad’s car outside, which excites her a little bit, cause now she gets to show this to both her parents together. 

She makes her way through the house, but it’s all silent. She can’t find anyone in the kitchen, or in the living room. Confused, she begins to make her way upstairs, and the muffled sounds of her parents and Orion are audible to her as she climbs up and up. 

The door of Orion’s room is slightly ajar, and she peeks inside to indeed see both her parents with her younger brother. 

“Mom, dad–” she opens the door and steps inside, but the moment she keeps her first foot, her momma, with the biggest smile on her face, practically runs up to Sage and brings her inside with her hand around her wrist. 

“Look! He came first in his art competition!” Momma says, the biggest grin on her face as she shows Sage Orion’s trophy. He’s sitting in his dad’s lap on his small bed, rambling on and on about the competition today, and his dad is looking at him as if he’s the brightest shining star. 

“... and then the teacher called my name! And said I won the first prize!” Orion says, and his dad laughs at his ecstatic energy. 

“Good job kiddo,” he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

Momma sits down next to the two, gently smoothing a hand over Orion’s blond hair. “Yeah, good job,” she hums, pressing her own kiss to his cheek which causes him to shy into his dad’s chest. 

“Uh so guys–” Sage begins speaking, hiding her certificate behind her back, a sense of hopefulness spreading in her as she begins to speak but it dies down when she gets cut off. 

“Sage Sage you know what I drew?” Orion jumps out of his dad’s lap and gets closer to his sister, gently tugging on her pants. Sage puts on a smile and gently ruffles his hair. 

“No, what did you draw bub?” She asks softly, smiling at him. 

“I drew a landscape, from our trip to the mountains last summer,” he grins, looking up at his sister with big bright blue eyes. 

“Oh yeah? I’m proud of you baby.” Orion will always be close to Sage’s heart, no matter what. 

“My drawing is downstairs I’ll bring it up to show you,” he grins and dashes out of his room before he can say anything else. 

Sage watches him run off, and decides to take this moment to talk to her parents. 

“So uh, mom, dad-” she begins, but she’s cut off, again. 

“Oh!” Momma says almost immediately, standing up on her feet and already making her way out of the room. “I have a pot of soup on the stove Orion will definitely knock it off!” She says over her shoulder, her voice echoing off the walls of the hallway. 

Sage feels a strain in her chest but she swallows it down, turning her attention to her dad. It’s okay, she still has her dad to tell this to.  

But this time, before she can even open her mouth, her dad’s phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket and mutters a soft ‘oh god’ under his breath, and picks it up. From his voice and his tone, Sage already knows this is going to be a long call, and well, he’s walking out of the room too, but doesn’t leave without gently smoothing a hand over Sage’s hair once. The action is soft and comforting, but it all fades away when she realises she’s all alone in her brother’s room; a room she entered absolutely grinning to show her certificate to her parents, but now a room which is left with only her, and her dream of watching her parents gush over her achievement. 

Sighing softly, she pads out of the room, the certificate held between her nimble fingers. She catches the voice of her momma and Orion laughing from the kitchen. He never came back upstairs to show her the drawing, which she genuinely, despite the circumstances, wanted to see. 

Sage enters her room and quietly closes the door behind her, keeping the certificate on her desk. She makes her way over to the window which faces the backyard, and spots her dad walking back and forth, still on call, and his loud hand gestures tell her he’s not happy with someone. 

Sighing softly, she plops down on her bed, her sneakers still on her feet but she doesn’t care. Turning onto her side and curling her knees closer to her chest, she quietly closes her eyes, trying to get her mind off of what just happened. 

I’m proud of myself, and that’s all that matters to me.

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Sage doesn’t realise when she falls asleep to her own thoughts, her body curled in the exact same position hours later when it’s dark outside. 

She did hear Leo coming at her door to call her downstairs for dinner, but her mind was too bleary and sleepy to process anything. What she doesn’t realise is now her parents are at her door, softly knocking at it. 

“Sage?” She hears her dad, and forcefully opens her eyes and slips out of her bed, trodding over to the door and opening it. The light from the hallway makes her squint her eyes, so she simply just turns around and makes her way back to her bed, laying on it again. 

“Hey sweets, you didn’t come down for dinner,” she hears her momma saying softly, who sits down next to her and gently runs her hand over her hair. 

“Yeah, is everything okay-” her dad begins speaking, but he gets cut off when he sees something sitting on her desk. He picks it up and reads over it, his eyes widening as he takes in the information. 

“Baby…” he says softly, giving momma the certificate for her to read too as he himself settles down next to Sage’s curled body. 

“You won a cash prize? And came first?” comes her momma’s voice. Sage buries her face into her pillow, her back to the two of them. 

“It’s no big deal,” she mutters into her pillow quietly. She can hear her dad sighing softly at her words, a moment of silence falling over the three of them. 

“Can you sit up for us, baby?” Her dad asks her softly. She recognises his tone: it’s the tender tone he only uses with her momma and her. 

No one else.

Sage slowly sits up, her back pressing to the headboard of her bed as she looks at both her parents sitting side-by-side, looking at her with similar gentle smiles on their faces. 

“Come here baby,” Her dad says, his tone still carrying the same tenderness from before. It’s the voice she can never deny or ignore; the voice that pulls her close to him and his warmth. It’s the voice she wishes her future husband would use with her the way her dad uses it with her momma. 

She doesn’t say anything as she shifts closer to her dad, who pulls her into his arms, allowing her to snuggle into his side. Sage feels her momma’s hand gently rubbing over her back which soothes her even more in her dad’s hold. 

“We’re so proud of you,” her momma says softly, and she nuzzles her face into the expanse of her dad’s chest. “You’re only 14, yet you have the sharpest mind we’ve ever seen. We’ll always be so proud of you,”

“Yeah,” her dad says, who also presses a kiss to her forehead. “I know one day you’re going to be so successful,” 

Sage lifts her head to meet her dad’s gaze, who’s looking down at her with the softest look in his eyes. “Yeah?” She murmurs quietly, almost with the tone of a 5 year old Sage. 

“Yeah,” her dad says, and the way he says it with such conviction causes her chest to tighten. Her dad’s smile softens even more, and he gently tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I love you guys,” she says softly and buries her face back in her dad’s chest. She feels her momma gently wrapping one arm around her frame as she rests her head on her dad’s shoulder. 

“We love you too baby,” her momma whispers, and Sage melts in their hold. “We always will.” 

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I hope you are having a great weekend pookie all of my love to you and that gorgeous brain 💙💙

thank you my love 🩵🩵

it has been a good weekend, got together with some friends, laughed, gossiped and ate so good. I hope you are having a great weekend to, love youu

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im literally going insane reading happy place, I'm on the last 90 pages and it is the worst, I just want, NEED them to get together 😫

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hope you’ve been relaxed and caught up on all your sleep! ILYSM

I am FINALLY!! girl when i tell you last week I slept like I was hibernating also the so called nap on sunday that was a whole sleep cycle was what helped me get there

ILYSM!!! 💕

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I wanted to talk about something. I do not live in the united states but my family does, they are all immigrants or children of immigrants in the case of my cousins and while they are safe and they are citizens now I still worry a lot. Because what if someone decides to be an asshole to them? my cousins have told me their struggles in school because of the simple fact they are bilingual or because they have a latin last name.

I saw a tiktok today that broke my heart, this woman was crying and literally telling ICE she didn't want to go back to die in Honduras. While I might talk greatly about central america because we are all beautiful countries I also know how hard it is for people to live here. It is extremely hard to get a decent job, to get healthcare, education and basic things. I have been blessed to not struggle with a lot of those things but I have seen first hand the atrocities that happen in my country and other central american countries on a daily basis. there is not one day where an alert doesn't show up saying a kid/woman went missing. I see and understand why they leave the countries and the fear of having to come back to it when they have done everything to keep their families and themselves safe breaks my heart into pieces.

I can't do a lot from here, but I have this platform so I wanted to speak up on it. If you can donate, or share any information to protect and help immigrants do so, they are just hard working people trying to do their best for them and their families. They are people who have made sacrifices to get a better life quality in their country will never get. I have so much respect for immigrants, I saw my grandmother learn a new language when she was in her 60s, saw my grandpa past his driving test, both of them pass their citizenship test in theirs late 70s. I'm proud of my family and of all the immigrants who have done so much just to get a better life.