#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ outside the garden

[florally-florian-rq]

Florian's Intro ♡

Hi! My name is Florian or Tommy ! My pronouns are he/him . mush/mushroom . moo/moos . strawb/strawberry . spot/spots . and sometimes she/her.

I am one alter in a system, we are a large collective, but this blog is mine and only mine. I'm a c!tommyinnit who's also a moobloom! (specifically a dandelion moobloom!) I am perma17 but bodily we are 20 ! So if you're going to interact please be 18+

This is my side blog to engage in Radqueer stuff and to better explore my trisharmed identity ! I may also occasionally post nsfw content because of my role in this system ! Below you will find some more things about me !

I am supportive of paras, transIDs, radqueer identities, pro and comship, "contradicting" labels, conabuse (consensual abuse) and generally most everything.

I will NOT support people who are pro-contact of the big three (necro, zoo, pedo)

I am trisharmed, trisgroomed, trisprogrammed and many other trisharmed identities. I am using this blog to channel those feelings, and possibly to find someone who is willing to enter into a conabuse situation with me. I identify with certain para identities as well, but I may explore those at a later time.

I am most looking for sourcemates (Wilburs and Dreams please interact). I will also occasionally post on this blog things that most fall in line with poppytwt, please keep in mind these are most likely source memories I feel like sharing.

Below is a list of my boundaries

Okay: sending in asks, interacting in a harmful way, give commands to me/tell me what to do, talk and ask about my source, use pet names and nicknames (However we are BODILY taken and I will not enter into a romantic relationship with a stranger on tumblr), ask about our trauma

Not okay: Sexually explicit images (if you choose to send in a sexually explicit ask I might answer, I might not), making claims to me against my consent, interacting if you are a MINOR. (more to be added as they come up)

Tags I will use:

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ the dandelions are blooming - my own posts

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ roses in my sternum - ask box!

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ pruning the thorns - announcements posts or psas

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ outside the garden - other alters talking on my blog

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ imported shrubbery - posts I saw that I REALLY liked

(more to be added if it comes up!)

[lostsyren]

Sooooooooo OBSESSED with Rafe s4. Thinking sofia is afraid to introduce her parents to Rafe, because she is afraid of what Rafe will think and whether he will be all arrogant or not. So her parents go to Tannyhill to have lunch with her and Rafe and her mother is impressed with the house, and her father doesn't even know what to say and starts talking about things from their reality and God. The reader wants so badly for her parents to like Rafe, but she is also so apprehensive about what Rafe will think of her parents. And I keep hammering in my head what Rafe would think and do.

⋆˚✿° meeting the parents ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

{a/n: thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!}

{summary: rafe has lunch with sofia’s parents}

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They’d been together long enough that she had to tell her parents about him. Their initial reaction had been anger.

Dating Rafe Cameron?

The Cameron family had a notorious reputation on the island, one heavy with murder, death and devastation. Sofia’s parents didn’t like the fact his father, Ward Cameron, was a killer, unsurprisingly. But Sofia had garnered enough care for the boy to see him for more than the salacious rumours and exaggerated libel.

Rafe was also wary about her parents. With his own family unit it such a disarray, Sofia understood his qualms– especially with how his father used to treat him.

Sometimes when it was late, the faint whisper of cicadas blanketing the silence, Rafe and Sofia lay together in his bed. He’d be gently strumming his fingers through her hair, eyes glassy and unfocused, fixated on the ceiling. It was in those moments Rafe would tell her about Ward Cameron: a man who was tough, a man who played favourites, a man who made his son think he didn’t love him. Sofia would just listen quietly, her fingers massaging his chest, feeling his heart beat race.

She supposed that’s why Rafe had asked to meet her family– because he didn’t really have one of his own.

Sofia put it off, making up excuses, changing the subject. A million things could go wrong, and she was happy just existing in her little bubble with Rafe; there was no need to ruin it.

So when she’d come home from work one day, ready to just collapse into bed, she was shocked to learn Rafe had gone behind her back to invite her parents himself.

So that’s how she’d ended up pulling into the driveway of Tannyhill, something she’d done a thousand times before, but now her parents were with her. She swallowed thickly, praying to god it went smoothly.

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Rafe debated on whether to set up the table in the dining room, the table in the back garden, or the one in the parlour. He’d whisked around the house, wondering what would make the best impression.

He’d woken up early to get everything ready, beginning to regret his decision when he realised that if her parents hated him, she might be out of his life. Rafe had wanted to show Sofia how much she meant to him– and that meant what was important to her, was important to him.

He opted for the porch outside, the distant view of the ocean and sweet summer air seeming idyllic. If he was being honest with himself, he was in over his head. Rafe tried to replicate what he saw Rose and Ward do when they’d host dinners. Get the linen out, use nice silverware from the cabinet, dress the table.

Rafe eventually gave up, when the table began to look cluttered and messy rather than elegant and tasteful– the image he was trying to project. He reservedly called up his housekeeper to help him out, while he helped the caterers he hired to bring the food in.

Everything was done. The plates were set, the silverware ready. His housekeeper had even brought along a bouquet of flowers for him to place as the centre piece (he’d given her the month off as a thank you).

As he was admiring the set up, his phone buzzed with a text from Sofia.

They were on their way.

Rafe hurriedly rushed upstairs to change, opting for a baby blue button down and white trousers, looking in the mirror with a shaky inhale of breath.

Be a man her parents admired. Respected. He nodded slowly as he repeated the mantra in his head, smoothening the material of his shirt, when he heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the house.

They were here.

He sped downstairs to meet them at the door, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

Rafe peered through the window to see Sofia along with her parents get out the car. Her dad was a tall man with hard eyes and an intimidating stare, her mom the complete opposite. Rafe felt a biting pang of hurt in his heart, the reminder of his own parental condition feeling like cold water drenching his insides. He sucked in a sharp breath, calming himself down, the image of Sofia in her pink sundress helping assuage his anxieties, before opening the front door.

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Sofia walked up to the house, Tannyhill feeling like an imposing, oppressive giant, her nerves twisting and coiling inside her like a loop of elastic.

Rafe appeared from the entrance, smiling widely– she could already tell he was also nervous.

Smiling at him, she gave him her hug, Rafe directing a kiss to her lips which she swerved sand redirected to her cheek, her parents scrutiny feeling too much.

Rafe then shook her parent’s hand, a string of greetings and welcomes following.

Soon Rafe was giving them a tour of Tannyhill.

“Wow, this is such a beautiful house.” Sofia’s mom mused, as Rafe led her around, showing her all of the historical artefacts Ward had displayed and the expensive pieces of art Rose had curated. Sofia had never seen him so eager to please, so attentive, so friendly. She brimmed with a sense of pride that he cared that much to make her parents feel welcome.

“Quite a big house for one person wouldn’t you say Rafe?” Sofia’s dad added, interrupting Rafe’s tangent explaining where they’d sourced the china figurines.

Sofia threw him a disparaging look, shaking her her head sharply. She’d warned him not to bring up her boyfriend’s family, knowing it was a sore spot for Rafe, but her dad was stubborn. Though he didn’t explicitly say, his words implied a question: where was his family?

“Basta,” Sofia mumbled softly in Spanish. Stop it.

“Yeah I guess, good thing I have Sofia here to keep me company,” Rafe joked, but she could tell he was left off kilter, his eyes straying to the family picture on the mantle piece.

“Well I think I’ve spoken enough, shall we eat?”

Rafe led them outside, Sofia’s eyes widening at the beautifully set table, soft, pink lilies blooming at the centre, the dappled sun pooling across the the linen.

“Thank you Rafe,” her mom said as he held out the chair for her, doing the same for Sofia.

He poured everyone drinks, the conversation easy and flowing as everyone ate their food. Sofia’s dad didn’t say much, just silently listening, gaze occasionally drifting off towards the ocean.

“¿Está todo bien papá?” Sofia asked quietly, to which he nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“Everything’s fine.”

As they were finishing their meals, the sounds of forks scraping against the plate, Sofia’s dad set down his drink, looking over towards Rafe.

“So Rafe, Sofia tells me you’re a property developer, how’s work going?”

Sofia’s eyes darted between her dad and Rafe, her breath becoming shallower in anticipation. Business talk was never good.

“Yeah I do. It’s going alright, just finishing up a big project near by Winston street.”

“Oh is it the one a half a mile away from the West harbour?”

“Yeah actually, you seen it?”

Her dad laughed ironically whilst Sofia twisted the napkin in her hand. This should be interesting. “Yeah actually, my good friend, Marcus, lived there with his family, before you guys came down and bought him out of it. He’s moved now– gone to the mainland.” Her dad placed his cutlery down, taking a long swig of beer to wash down the food.

Sofia glanced over to Rafe, to see his jaw tensed, unsure what to say, “oh, well it was sold to us for a good price I assure you, paid more that it was worth that’s for sure.” Rafe chuckled. Sofia grimaced at his answer, looking down at her feet under the table when he tired to look to her for reassurance..

Sofia’s dad furrowed his eyebrows, settling his beer down with a sof thud, “Oh is that right? Every house on the Cut probably seems that way to you huh? Dirt cheap.”

She noticed the moment Rafe’s eyes flashed with regret, knowing he’d said the wrong thing.

“I didn’t mean it like that sir–“

“Of course you didn’t.”

“Dad–“ Sofia interjected.

“Thanks for the lunch Rafe, it’s been lovely,” Sofia’s mom said, trying to alleviate the tension.

“Of course ma’am, I’m glad you enjoyed.”

Sofia’s dad stood up ready to leave, his hand outstretched over the table.

Rafe accepted it, the lingering expression of shock on his face, as the two shook hands.

“Thank you for dinner, I don’t mean to be harsh but seeing as you’re a successful developer, you should try and see a different perspective. This island isn’t just for one type of people, the Cut is slowly becoming more and more displaced– you have the power to stop that Rafe.”

Sofia agreed with what her father was saying. She’d often times feel a stirring disquiet whenever she’d hear of people having to move out of their homes in the Cut only to drive over to Tannyhill, listening to Rafe gloat about the best deal he’d ever gotten on a piece real estate.

She glanced over at Rafe, seeing his clamped down jaw– he definitely didn’t agree. She silently prayed he wouldn’t be combative, her hands gripping the napkin until her knuckles turned the same colour as the tablecloth.

But all he did was smile and nod amicably, “of course sir, thank you for telling me.”

Sofia breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well we’re heading off, you coming Sofia?” Her dad asked her as she stayed seated at the table.

“No it’s ok, you guys go ahead without me, I’ll stay and help Rafe clear up.”

“Ok sweetie, see you at home,” her mom said.

Rafe and Sofia stood outside watching as her parents drove off, his hands slipped around her waist. Sofia let out an inhale of relief once the car was out of sight, finally letting her shoulders drop her body sagging against Rafe’s.

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Rafe eyed Sofia perched up on the kitchen counter, her legs swinging rhythmically as he brought in the dishes. She was sipping at some wine, her heels kicked off on to the floor.

“I thought you stayed back to help me clear up huh?” He said, setting the dishes down in the sink.

“Fine, I’ll load the dishwasher then.”

“No leave it I’ll do it, just tell me, did I do ok? Do you think they liked me?” He was attempting to hide the bubbling insecurity frothing up inside of him, but he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“My mom for sure, my dad too, he was just being tough, don’t get too worked up by it.”

“How was I supposed to know it was his friend who lived there? And besides, it was a property deal– it’s not like I swooped under and stole his house from under his feet.”

“Well the new zoning laws kinda do make it seem that way Rafe.”

He stopped cleaning the dishes, turning to face her, “oh come on, you don’t agree with what he’s saying, do you?”

Sofia shrugged, reaching over to grab one of the appetisers that was left over, “the Cut is becoming more and more like Figure 8, rent is getting more expensive, people are leaving– it’s gentrification Rafe.”

“Sofia…come on, it’s business. That’s life. You want something and if you have the means to get it then you get it.” He’d left the dishes completely, striding over to her on the counter. Despite Sofia’s height advantage, he still managed to gain a couple inches on her. He knew Sofia had a different world view to him, she was sweeter, kinder. Where he was callous, she was soft. When he’d be judgmental she’d be empathetic. But they always found their way to a middle ground– that’s one of the things he loved about her.

“You’re speaking from a place of privilege, you need to see a different perspective like my dad said.”

“You mad at me now?” His face scrunched into a frown, the insecurity beginning to overflow.

“No I’m not mad, we’re allowed to disagree on things you know?”

“Fine ok. I’ll stick to properties on Figure 8, you happy?” Rafe didn’t know how true that was. He’d try and stick to it, but right now all he wanted was Sofia’s reassurance, and sweet talking and pretty promises was the way to it.

“Yeah?” She grinned, perking up.

“Yeah, now come here,” he mumbled, capturing her wine stained lips with a kiss.

“We still have to clean up Rafe,” she said, hooking her arms around his neck, her legs inching around his waist.

“Well you shouldn’t have worn that dress today– you know how hard it was to keep my eyes on your face when your parents were sitting right there?”

“Rafe!”

When things were like this, Rafe felt like he did have a family– Sofia was his family.

The thought of buying a new house, maybe a condo with an ocean view, settled in his mind. A fresh place where her could make new memories with her. Tannyhill was too suffocating, stuffed to the brim with painful reminders of the past.

She broke away from the kiss, leaving his lips trailing after hers as she rested her forehead against his own.

“Thank you for making such an effort with my parents today, I appreciate it.” Sofia said softly, face etched in sincerity.

Rafe’s heart soared in his chest, his effort never usually recognised, his good intentions usually falling flat.

But with her he felt seen. He felt understood. He felt loved.

Rafe smiled easily, pressing a kiss against her cheek, “no need to thank me.”

The two resumed their kisses, both tipsy from the alcohol, giddy from eachother before disappearing upstairs, leaving the dishes in the sink and the table yet to be cleared.

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