#and then also i don't usually get to bed before 11 because im at work all day and then come home and unwind for a couple hours and then its

[badass-sunshine]

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[zikkytheblicky]

ofcc!! srry this is late.

☆ for my ml, angel anon.

(NON-BLACK PEOPLE DNI. THE SLUR IS USED MULTIPLE TIMES)

⊹content warnings⊹

(don't scroll past this, it's important since i changed up gojo n’ geto + readers attitude 😃)

- both gojo and geto blasian so dont be surprised if you hear suguru’s racist comments and satoru and suguru js speaking ghetto ☠️..

-feminine male reader- anon didnt specify but id they want me to change this i will make a separate post for them 🫶🏾!!

-black reader cuz angel anon is black.

-not smut nor fluff.. i forgot if this type of stuff is called lemon or lime! sorry 😭💓.

-reader gets kinda aggressive im ngl to you like he did not take gojos little antic lightly

-kinda made reader gojo n suguru ghetto. idk i didnt think ts with much thought

-gojo tries to get his lick back, forgetting you were a real 🥷🏾 despite being feminine. he needs to stop playing with m!reader fr

-you’re very spoiled because i’m a SUCKERERR for spoiled reader x jjk character.

-this is not proofread i’m so sorry 😭!! + i did this like at 11-4 or sum

-sadly anon didn’t specify if they wanted top surgery reader or not so to be safe i’m just gonna say he does!!

-use of you/your pronouns except for when gojo is yapping/complaining to you’re brattiness to getou.

-no sourcerer au.

-rich gojo (SHOCKING 😨)

a/n: i hate this piece it sounds so tacky 😭..

♡︎NOT CAPITALIZED ON PURPOSE !!

to say you weren’t usually bratty is an understatement— it rarely happens unless you’re joking or you’re being bratty towards someone else not gojo.

it all happened first, when gojo took you to get your nails done and you didn’t give him your signature move for when he gives you something you want— pulling on his collar/tie and kissing on his cheek along with a sweet, “thank you satoru ! i love you! see you later!” or something along those lines— you instead give him a mere glance and a dry, bored “bye, gojo.” before walking over to your bestfriend(s) who were also getting their nails done. and by the way you were giggling into your palm when you thought satoru left shows you were trying to get him riled up.

satoru thought it was cute ,

at first. then it started getting him annoyed and a bit triggered.

and what does he do when he doesn’t agree with something you do?

…

obviously don’t tell you about it and instead goes to bother his best friend- suguru- about it instead.

“he’s been acting so bratty suguru. i remember when i got him his favorite color of glittery roses and all he did was say a dry response like, “oh thanks, gojo.” HE DIDN’T EVEN SAY SATORU OR A PET NAME RAGGHH” satoru screamed out into his phone microphone, his eyes puffy from all the fake crying he did earlier.

“don’t you have work to do? also he’s just going through a phase satoru, you’ll live.” suguru said dryly, the sound of the clicking of a keyboard and the sounds of a pen being smoothly dragged across a paper filling satoru’s apple headphones.

“you wouldn’t understand suguru..” satoru whined, blinking his bright blue eyes at the camera. His pouting lips sucking up the last bit of juice from his drink.

“all you have to do is punish him y’know?” suguru muttered, he shuts his book staring at satoru with a disgusted face. “Ew . stop pouting your lips while making fuckin sucking motions you look like a monk.” suguru sniffed, grabbing his bonnet and putting his hair up.

“i dont wanna hurt himmmm-“ satoru whined, ignoring suguru’s racist comment.

“not like that, durdur.”

satoru could practically hear the roll of geto’s eyes as he saw the younger dark skinned man pick up his phone and turn off his camera- most likely about to get ready for bed- it was 11 am after all.

“in a sexual way, nigga.” suguru mumbled out, the sounds of crinkling sheets flowing in and out of satoru’s ears nicely.

“oh my god… suguru you mastermind.” gojo smirked, grabbing his macbook and opening it swiftly.

“jesus christ what are you gonna do, satoru?” suguru asked with a sigh, rubbing his temple soothingly- he sounded so tired of gojo’s antics.

“ight so the plan is..”

it is late. you just got home from an interview of what life is like being satoru gojo’s husband— you hate those types of reporters. instead of worrying about what the content of your creator was, they worried about your status. oh, how annoying they are.

you kick off your jordans, rubbing your eyes gently- thankfully you didn’t put on any eyeliner.

you head into the first kitchen on the first floor, went into the pantry and took out a fruit snack before you head upstairs- when you were pulling up into your driveway all of gojo’s cars were in his drive so you know he is home.

i’m surprised he isn’t cuddling up on me already.. You thought with a snort, twisting your curls in boredom.

your curls bounce as you skip your way up the carpeted stairs, entering you and gojo’s shared room.

“satoru-.”

there, you say your husband in a thin, silky robe, nike pro boxers on, his 24 carat gold stud earrings glistening in the low light the seeped into the room, a thin 24 carat gold necklace, and slides on. he was at his desk, typing away on his phone, he didn’t even notice you until you cleared your throat, crossing your arms over your chest.

the albino haired man lazily turned over to you, a bored look on his face though you could see a faint smirk on your husband’s face.

what is this nigga smirking for ? you thought with a scoff, your slippers making loud noises as you walk over to him.

“oh. hi, ‘mn’.” satoru’s tone was bored and disinterested, he went back onto his phone and started typing quickly. and he had such an excited expression, a ghost of a smile on his lips like he was trying to hide the fact that he was more interested in whoever he was texting instead of you.

and that pissed you off. like who the fuck is this nigga talkin too that catches his attention more than you? his boyfriend ?

that damn phone i'm about to throw that shit.

“satoru.”

no answer.

“satoru?”

no answer again. who the fuck was this negro on the phone with?

“SATORU-“ you yelled, pulling his ear out from his bonnet- being careful not to pull his earring out. sure, you were annoyed at him but you aren’t going to hurt him.

“what the fuck- what? damn.” gojo groaned, putting his phone screen to his chest with an annoyed glare.

who the fuck does he think hes talking too?

“nigga who do you think you’re talking to? i’m not the one stop trippin’.” you crossed your arms, releasing satoru’s ear.

“what did i even do?” satoru responded too calmly- the fucker had a visible smirk on his face too.

silence .

silence is what you “responded” with before smashing your lips with satoru’s, grabbing his white dreads and rubbing his scalp gently- completely opposite from your prior action.

satoru’s tongue licked almost every corner of your mouth, tasting the bitter vodka taste left in your mouth.

you both pulled away with a string of spit following each other's mouths.

“don’t dish out the heat if you cannot take the heat back, darling~!” satoru purred out, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his lap.

you tsked in response, resting your head on his neck.

and maybe later that night satoru punishes you by forcing you to cockwarm him for an hour straight.

(you failed after 10 minutes.)

ts is short asl ik but like 🙁

[sirwadewilsonfromimgur]

Scene/ vignette 11

Domesticated Animals part 1

The Holiday season" November/December . New York. Earth-10005

11/27/24 (American dating system)

Deadpool and Wolverine had been living comfortably for most of the month now, two of the most violent, dangerous and feard people to ever walk the earth hold hands as they come back from the bodega getting groceries for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. They we're both proudly Canadian, but when in New York do as the New Yorkers do. They were planning on having most of the usual people over for dinner tomorrow and were prepping now so that Thanksgiving wasn't them running around with half cooked food and a late dinner because nothing worked out.

Logan has been adapting to Wade's...shall we say.. "physical touch forward" form of affection. Since they had made it official all bets were off for Wade. But Logan wasn't always in the mood to be touched.

look bub, I love you... you know I do. But if grab my ass again while I'm trying to prep this turkey for tomorrow I'm gonna cut your fucking hand off. Wade tried... he really did but his gremlin brain demanded that he sexually harass his Wolverine. He siddled up to Logan who was Spatchcocking a 18 lb turkey so he could brine it. "I'm warning you bub" what i'm not doing nothing, im just standing here... inches from you... Wade thought he'd be clever, I won't grab his ass... folks he grabbed Logan crotch. *Snikt* "DAMN IT WADE!" it wasn't your ass! before he could talk again a familiar set of foot long Adamantium blades went through his wind pipe and out the back of his neck. Logan pulled him in close. "Now, I warned you bub, you know good and well I'm busy and instead of bothering me you could be baking the pies or some other helpful thing. But instead your standing here bleeding on my freshly moped floor, because you grabbed my dick after aske you to stop. He pulled him in closer to whisper in hopes that Althea wouldn't hear. Look... if you're good and help me out maybe I'll let you play with it later. He winked. A smile formed on Wade's face. Logan smiled back kissed him on the cheek "I love you" then violently ripped his claws back out of Wade's neck "now don't get your blood all over the turkey or you really will be regenerating a whole new arm for the rest of the afternoon." Wade made wet rasping sound in response, grabbed some paper towels and cleaned the blood off the floor. The house got to enjoy a few minutes of silence as the catastrophic damage to his larynx healed while Wade started making a pumpkin pie.

Logan could be equally Violent and Tender sometimes in an order of magnitude, he regularly showed Wade the tenderness that he clearly craved. No longer did they have sides of the bed. Logan held wade in his arms every night since that day in Central Park. It surprised him when it actually resulted in better sleep for the both of them. Two deeply traumatized men held on to each other, Logan could sware he felt a literal bond tighten between them some nights.

The dreams of Distant wars, murders, and injustices had slowly stopped. It'd been a week since he'd shot straight up out of bed in a cold sweat gasping claws fully extended. The worst part was the panic that set in after he realized he was only in bed. Did he stab Wade or worse, the little dog that also shared the bed usually cuddled up against his or Wade's chest. Lifting the shredded blankets hed make sure they were both ok. Thankfully not once had Marry Puppens gotten so much as a nick on her. He didn't know how he'd deal with it if she had, she'd probably be hurt and confused. "Why'd my daddy hurt me for no reason." The thought devastated him. She like everyone in that bed that night would have quickly healed. But the guilt would have plagued Logan. Less fortunately he couldn't say the same for Wade, he hadn't cut him up until recently. Wade however never took it personally, more annoyed about being woke up than anything else.

As a rule he tried not to stab Wade. At least not when he made a terrible joke, he'd been politely ask not to do that. However Wade Winston Wilson frequently had a policy of "negative attention is still attention" and would occasionally delight in pushing his Wolverines button. Logan set boundaries. Gave warnings but at some point Snikt, blades fly, and again sometimes he was certain this was Wade's end game. He'd have his attention usually start behaving after that and the day would move on. It was a dynamic unlike any other relationship in his long walk of life. He certainly was never board.

Later that evening all the prep work they could do was done pies were baked, turkey was Brining, vegetable trays had been cut, bread had been baked and side dishes were pre-prepared just needed warmed in the oven. Althea had even made cranberry relish. All of it as non GMO as possible and as little corn syrup as possible at Wade's insisting. They all had a light dinner Ceasar Salad, and a bottle of riesling knowing tomorrow would be an exercise in classic American gluttony.

In bed that night, Wade had Logan cuddled against him. Wade was the big spoon for a change. Cuddling his beefy boy he whispered "I'm pretty sure I was good the rest of the day today, and I intend to collect on our bargain old man" a snake like hand caressed his pecs, slowly worked it's way down in between the line that demarcated the middle of his abs and over his navel. Logan was feeling a little frisky and mischievous, so he decided he'd let this play out. The hand had tucked it's self under the waistband of his underwear. When it made it to it's goal Logan let out a pleasured growl... then suddenly an exasperated voice came from across the room. "Damn it, boys! I'm not even asleep yet. Can you not! I can absolutely hear the both of you over there... please, I've asked you. I know y'all got needs, but not while I'm in the house, in the same room." Sorry Al, they both called out in unison. It might be time for a bigger place, Wade grumbled. Let's just go to sleep. Logan responded... Wade, babe... yeah, honeybadger. Not that, I... don't *he gulped and let out a small moan* like what you're doing down there. *he shuddered a little* But Al did ask us to stop. Damn it! Fine. He pulled his hand out of Logans underpants and huffed

I'm going to grab the tits though. Wade firmly and defiantly grabbed Logans righ pectoral and pulled him into a closer cuddle. That's fine. Logan sighed he wasn't exactly happy to be blue balled either but thems the breaks. Wade... yes dear, he said in a still slightly salty tone... I love you. I love you too. Goodnight

Link to scene 12

[lestappenforever]

im sorry i literally just read through all your prompt fics and i would kill for a 44 and 45 if you havent done it yet. love your work so much mwa mwa (its okay if ur not taking prompts)

My lovely anon! Thank you so much for this — my brain kind of spiralled and ran away from me with this, so you're getting 11. "Come to bed." and 13. "Hold me?" as well.

Also, I wrote this on my phone while being a passenger princess in the car on my way across the country, so please forgive any typos.

I love you! ❤️

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44. "I do love you, you know. Even if I'm shit at showing it.", 45. "Don't say anything. Just... Just lay here with me.", 11. "Come to bed.", and 13. "Hold me?"

It's not an uncommon occurrence, Charles and Max having a disagreement. In fact, it has been the baseline of their rivalry, then their friendship, and now, their relationship. 

They have passionate discussions. Heated debates. They bicker and press each other's buttons. When one pulls, the other pushes, again and again and again. 

But, most of the time, it’s fun. Harmless. A disagreement that will pass within a few minutes once they've both had a chance to cool down.

It usually doesn’t turn into a full-blown fight. Not one that leaves Charles looking at Max like he doesn’t know him anymore before storming off into the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind him.

He doesn’t even remember how it started. Something minor, no doubt, but Max cannot for the life of him remember what. All he knows is that whatever they'd been talking about turned into a conversation about Ferrari and Charles' outright refusal to accept that maybe it’s not the right team for him when they still haven't been able to give him what he needs to win a championship after so many years. 

It's something Charles is passionate about, for obvious reasons. But Max is passionate about it too, because he knows what Charles is capable of. Knows that had he only just been in a different team — a team that listened and learned — then he'd already have a championship under his belt.

Because all Max wants in this world is to give Charles everything. But a championship is the one thing he can’t give him. And it’s infuriating, because nobody deserves a world championship more than Charles. 

So yeah, when Charles had told him that he still believed Ferrari could help him achieve his life-long dream, Max had snapped. 

Because when Max was this passionate about something, his passion could sometimes cross the line to anger. Not at Charles — never at Charles — but at the situation. At Charles deserving so much better than what he was getting. 

That, on the other hand, wasn’t always obvious to others.

He overstepped, he knew that much. But he also knew there was no point in trying to fix this now because that would be poking the bear. And right now, the bear needs to breathe. 

So Max lets him breathe, and he busies himself playing with Jimmy and Sassy. And when they get sick of him, he sits on the balcony and watches the city below. 

He watches the boats, the cars, the people, and has to use every bit of strength to resist the urge to go to Charles. 

Once two hours have passed and the Monégasque still hasn't emerged from the bedroom, Max can't take it any more.

Trudging back into the apartment, Max makes his way down the hallway to the bedroom. He lingers outside the closed door, hesitating. Two hours should be enough time, but it’s never a sure thing with Charles. Sometimes, two hours isn’t even close to being enough.

As he opens the door, Max hopes to God it's enough this time.

Charles is lying on the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling. But he'd left the door unlocked, which Max will take as a good sign.

(He won’t entertain the possibility that Charles simply may have forgotten.)

"I'm sorry," Max says as he sits on the edge of the bed next to Charles.

The Monégasque doesn’t look at him. Doesn’t answer. Just keeps staring at the ceiling.

Should have waited another hour, Max thinks to himself.

Well. Too late now.

"I didn't mean anything I said the way it probably sounded. I just — I think you deserve so much more. I'm sorry I didn't manage to articulate that."

Charles still doesn’t look at him or speak. But the tightness of his jaw eases slightly.

Max will fucking take that and run with it.

"I do love you, you know. Even if I'm shit at showing it," he goes on, reaching out tentatively to brush his fingers over Charles' thigh through the duvet.

He sees the Monégasque struggle with his resolve. Can tell Charles wants to hold on to his anger, just for a little while longer. 

"You're only shit at showing it sometimes," Charles tells him with a sigh, before finally looking at Max. His eyes look puffy and tired, but still stunning. "Come to bed?"

It’s not forgiveness. Not yet. But it’s a start. 

Max wastes no time, stripping out of his shirt and pants and climbing into bed next to Charles. He's about to keep apologizing — plead with Charles to forgive him, but the Ferrari driver beats him to the punch.

"Don't say anything, just — just lay here with me."

It's a simple request. One that Max is eager to comply with. 

Hell, he'd launch himself off the fucking balcony with the biggest smile on his face if Charles had asked him to in that voice.

So they lay there next to each other. Not touching. Not speaking. Just existing in the same space. Breathing the same air. It's enough.

Until it isn’t. 

Charles turns onto his side, facing Max, and looks up at him through his eyelashes. It’s a look that turns Max's very soul into a puddle.

"Hold me?"

"Always," Max's response is immediate as he shifts closer and pulls Charles against his chest, wrapping both arms around the other man and holding him as if his very life depends on it.

Charles sighs — a soft, pleased sound — as he nuzzles against Max, tucking his face against Max's neck and inhaling deeply. Letting the familiar scent of Max, of home, wash over him. Letting it soothe his soul.

Max lets it soothe his, too.

They don’t speak for the rest of the evening, but they don’t need to. Because as Charles holds on to Max and falls asleep in his arms, Max knows they'll be alright. 

They always are, in the end.

[hollyhomburg]

im gonna talk about non-bily things for just a second before i start responding but- obviously I am usually the most sympathetic and understanding person when it comes to mental health, like i really fucking am- i think i have a pretty good handle on understanding it with most people- but my cousins girlfriend is getting a little ridiculous with the accommodations she's asking for and im starting to get suspect of her in a serious way.

Yesterday every single time i suggested something, even simple stuff like going on a walk, she was too /anxious/ for it. And like you know- i get it, i am also anxious. i also have ptsd and agoraphobia. But as the day went on everything i suggested got shot down like immediately. and everything she wanted to do was like /the biggest priority/.

I am totally willing to accommodate people for mental health issues, like always. But if you have say, a phobia of fish that is going to make you have a panic attack, you wouldn’t follow your boyfriend on a fishing trip? right?

She kept whining about her medication and not taking it and i'm like dude- i am all for finding what works for you and learning how to self soothe, but at the same time if you are someone who /needs/ to be medicated to take a boat ride- then you need to take that medication. it's kinda like getting sick and not wanting to take antibiotics, it's not like negotiable. You have tools available to you, use them.

At this point i feel like she's not taking it just to kinda keep my cousin waiting on her by hand and foot because it feels like every time we're just like- hanging out about to do something fun- she's like "nooooooo it's toooo much, i'm anxious about that." i don't know i think if i was in her position (and i have been in her position) you just say "hey i'm gonna go self soothe for a second you guys do your thing" like that would be the normal reaction, not to control him.

i'm over it at this point. i have suffered my entire life through the same issues and yet i do believe there is a line between letting it affect you and letting it affect a virtual stranger. i have met her like twice before this trip. i just wanna hang out with my fucking cousin without her controlling everything for two seconds.

last night my cousin walked me home cuz it was late and dark and the woods gets really fucking scary at night, this is very usual for us he's walked me home every night we've hung out since i was like 7, and she got all upset that we were gonna go without her, it was like 11. like we were all gonna go to bed and she could have easily just stayed back it was gonna take 10 minutes max for him to walk me. but of course she had to come, Only to make him turn around when we were 1/4 of the way home because she got anxious. At this point i'm extremely suspicious that it's just a jealousy thing, because West is honestly like one of my og besties, like we have great hang outs and i think she feels threatened by that and stops us and re-directs his focus back to her whenever he forgets she's there.

And now she doesn't even want to go for a hike today when that was the whole reason why he like fucking visited cuz i was gonna show him a fossil hunting spot before they move to hawaii and ugh. i am usually very very against judging people based off of their mental health struggles and how it affects them but at this point....i'm judging her a little. This has been more than a little frustrating.

[crepuscularqueens]

tysm for the tag @sambambucky <3 <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

193,604

3. What fandoms do you write for?

marvel (mostly sambucky but i've played around with other pairings), the magicians (penntin, queliot, wickoff), ofmd, and one black sails fic (despite that being my main fandom i guess lmao, it's so hard to write for because i can't make it better. i just have to make it worse. and boy do i have plans to make it Worse.) (also i do have an rnm fic, almost forgot about that! i would love to write more i just need the inspiration and motivation to hit at the same time lmao)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

he kisses me softly to wake me up (by a wild amount, which i think was just luck of timing with that fandom blowing up overnight) flowers for the gentleman (first published sambucky fic. looking back on it it's like... cute but could be better. natasha is in it though) held by you (felled by you) (my fav of the ofmd fics i put up, personally) what you wanted (first of my tfatws series that accompanied the show. literally wrote each fic as the episodes came out, it was so fun and idk how tf i kept up with it) hear my name in your mouth and i'm done for (hahaha. yeah.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i love responding to comments hehehe! bc i love getting responses when i comment on other author's fics idk it just feels so fun! and when you notice the same people commenting on your fics idk it's just. holding hands with all of you love you sm <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

omg uhhhh jinx i think mine also be a samsteve one lol. stuck in the bed where we lie bc i love writing angst but i usually resolve it? but they're my favorite tragedy forever.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmm i guess after it all calms down? resolution of my tfatws series

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not on anything that's still up teehee <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

it's mainly what i write haha oops

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

crossover is when there are characters from two separate medias in one fic right? not like taking characters from one universe and putting them in the other? if it's the first then... no not anymore. no further questions.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of (i'm not like... overly concerned by the idea)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone once translated a teen wolf fic i wrote into russain

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but i am open to the idea of collaborating like that (i've done events where i drew art to accompany a fic which was really fun and i miss that event a lot)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i am so so bad at picking favorites, but if you want to go by what i have the most fics and wips for it would be sambucky

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i want to finish shores begging for big moons so badly im so sorry to everyone because. it was so so fun to write! and i had this big grand plan and knew how it would all work out and then.... i hit a wall and now it's been years and i cry for her every day. i could save her! i could do it! but i also need to reread it bc i can't remember the details anymore lmao. it's a daunting task.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think like... rhythm if that makes sense? like i get into a groove of this is what is happening, here are the beats, this is the action and this is the dialogue and it flows so nicely and has a good rhythm to it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

focusing. i get distracted soooo easily, what is that all about haha. ha.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i love seeing it in fic! i'm always scared to include it bc i don't want to mess anything up, so i usually have it from another character's POV and that they don't know what's being said. which is a cop out, i know. i should probably be better about looking into translations!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter (i know. there is no need to talk about it)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

how do i choose! tbh it's a tie between i bit the fruit and holy water. don't read into that.

absolute no pressure tags for @dr-lizortecho @unwholesome-gay @verdanthoney @nymhciv !

[nyf-archive]

name - mackie

pronouns - she/her

preferred comms - tumblr ims or discord! feel free to ask for my discord handle <3

name of muse - we'll go with my most active primaries <3 Finduilas, Mollymauk, Colette, Nox, Evanora, Cullen, Yasha, and Dorian Storm!

experience in rp - I've been roleplaying for aboooout 15+ years now! I've been on this blog for about 5 years, but my oldest tumblr is 12 years old!

best experiences - i've honestly had the BEST experience with the bg3/d&d and dragon age community! i loved a lovely experience with a handful of tolkien community members that i still interact with to this day, but hands down BEST has been the community has been bg3/d&d lovelies.

pet peeves/dealbreakers - complaining about low activity/not having anyone to interact with but also not doing anything to fix that. it's okay to have lulls in activity! it happens to the best of us! ( i went from one blog that had hundred of followers and 50+ asks/replies a day, to now being at this blog where i have maybe five a day and you don't see/hear me complaining about it)

muse preference (fluff, angst, smut) - I enjoy all three! they mix so well together and you can go from one to the next in flawless transition if the characters/mood is just right!

plot or memes - plotting is hands down the best way to win my heart, but memes are the BEST way to get my attention! chemistry between writers and muses are the most important!

long or short replies - i word vomit a lot when i'm super into a thread. so personally, i'm a semi-lit to lit writer, but if we're doing crack or funny shit, that's the only time i think i really do short replies

best time to write - for me, that's at night or on the weekends. i ALWAYS have muse, but because i work and have animals to take care of, i usually only have time to do so between my lunch at work and like 7-11 PM before i go to bed. even then, i've got all the FOMO that i'm gonna miss a reply xD

are you like your muse - do you see all those shit heads above? i am absolutely like those idiots. i'm chaotic, sarcastic, a hopeless romantic in ever sense, and most of all, just wanna help people when and where i can <3 i wanna love and be loved and make sure everyone knows that they are all loved, too!

stolen from @intothewildsea tagging: @seeliecourt @reining-disaster @thegreatstrongbow @eritvita @never-surrender @lordgortrash @necromanticdancer and anyone else who wants to do this!

[galaxysharks]

I need to write these down or they will never get out of my head. Guys I found the bullet points.

Maddox&Jet headcanons:

General

Jet&Maddox are 1/2 siblings, Maddox is 11 months older.

Maddox's mother died during childbirth, and she's been raised by Jet's mom her whole life.

Their parents are very strict, partially in an effort to help their children with various struggles, but usually come off as cold because of it.

Lots of little rules/'traditions' at their house

Includes: Meal logs, curfews, designated practice times, no dating, top grades, ect.

Most of these are technically just for Maddox's benefit, but you know....siblings.

Not homophobic, but still does not approve of the kids dating.

Their parents are both accountants. (Mostly due to Maddox's tax season comment).

Stopped sending Jet to Shallow Lake to try and use other avenues to curb his behavior, they figured it would bring up too many memories of being pressured to play music.

Maddox kept going to maintain her routine and because she loves it.

Sent Jet this year to try to repair the relationship.

Maddox

Autistic

Special interests are basically anything set realated

Woodworking, tech set up, costumes, ect.

And CAMP.

Loves camp so much.

Her bed at home has a frame to turn it into her bottom bunk.

Jet uses the top bunk when company is over.

Has a blanket with the forest printed on it hung up on her wall.

Follows her parents regiment to the letter, partially because it never occurred to her to not, and also she recognizes that having a routine helps her in some ways.

She doesn't see a reason for Jet to have to do them too, but gets annoyed at his disregard of their parents.

As far as she's concerned, Jets mother is hers, she has no memory of her own and feels no particular way about her. To Maddox, it was the equivalent of an egg donar.

Gets asked by their parents to help contain Jet.

Gets frustrated because the whole 'Im older' argument stopped working once he realized it was by less than a year, making this a lot higher.

Used to attend various 'socializing exercises' but stopped once her parents saw that they made her outbursts worse and more frequent.

Destroys furniture when overwhelmed. Learned woodworking originally so she could replace things she broke.

Built her bedframe, desk, and a little clubhouse in their backyard.

Can cook several edible but bland foods. She learned this to feed the two of them when their parents are working late.

Does not usually like full-contact hugs. ( From Ej's side hug vs his hug with mutual old friend Val )

Is jealous of the attention their parents pay to Jet despite his lack of respect for their rules.

Is also slightly resentful that Jet can find friends anywhere, despite being sour and aloof, while she tries so hard to be nice and friendly and just says the wrong thing constantly.

Has technically been a 'councilor-in-training' for several years, but isn't old enough to be a full councilor yet.

Helps one of the local colleges teach woodshop classes in order to make pocket money.

Jet

Hates his parents rulebook for several reasons.

They're never home to really enforce them, but punish freely.

They rely on Maddox telling them when he doesn't follow them.

Their justification is that they're for Maddox, but most of them don't even help her, they just stress her out more.

Fluctuates between half-assing his and just not doing it.

He thinks their parents treat Maddox as somehow both older and younger than she is. Old enough to be responsible for his actions, but too young to regulate her own meals and relationships.

Hates that his parents have Maddie babysit him, because she's not really any better at existence than he is. He hates that they expect her to know how to do this.

He's the one that told their parents that the social exercises were making Maddie worse.

Learned piano on YouTube.

Has an almost virtuoso talent for music.

Spent the better part of several years going to various competitions before getting burnt out.

Maddie gave him the duck. She also sewed it's foot back on at least three times.

Still occasionally goes to her room when he can't sleep to steal the top bunk.

Is surprisingly personable when not being deliberately obtuse.

Hated Ej from a distance for a while because he can read between the lines of some random jock suddenly being nice to his sister once he sees she has keys to restricted areas.

Settled on neutral feelings once a couple years passed and Maddox kept hanging out with him without incident.

Acts out both to annoy their parents and to keep them occupied so they don't try to get Maddox to do things that would overwhelm her.

Maddox has an unfortunate tendency to say slightly rude things, he has a tendency to accidentally spill his sister's business to people.

Got expelled for changing one of Maddie's grades to passing so she could still go to camp.

All she knows is he broke into the records office, which is like ultimate disrespect for the rules.

Did not get charged because the principal was sympathetic to him, also because they knew what his parents were like.

[rex101111]

3, 16, 18, 19, and 24 :3

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

For your reading displeasure, the general thought process as i write:

"OKAY! GOT AN IDEA! TIME TO WRITE! *writewritewritewrite*....hmm. *write....write* wait shit no that was a fucking typ-oh for fuck's sake *editeditwritewrite* wait no that sentence is...no wait a second *editeditDELETEwrite...write* oh shit that was a good one! *writewrite* eh, a break is in order methinks. a short one. [INTERMISSION OF UP TO A WEEK] okay back to it *writewritewrite...write.....write........* OH GOD THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DOCS FOR TOO LONG IM FINISHING THIS RIGHT THE HELL NOW *WRITEWRITEWRITEWRITEWRITE* done!...is it 2 am?...oops. *quick edit, post* Okay! now to lay in my bed and write nothing for a week!"

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Too many, you know this Becc. I got one where MK tries to get Wukong and DBK to reconcile, another general thing with Baiken and Eri (also just assume I have SOMETHING in mind for either or both of these two at any given time), and a few more you'll have to wait for ;)

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Usually after, though there are some times where I come up with a REALLY good title on accident that just NEEDS a fic to come with it. And I usually just think of something off the top of my head. Usually something metaphorically or thematically relevant that you don't have to scratch your head over too much.

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

I dunno! Let's check!....to the surprise of absolutely no one it is, in fact "Eri" for character tags with a whopping 21 fics! As for general tags "Drabble" is at 11 with "angst" at a very close second place with 10. neat!

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

Okay not gonna go with "kill your darlings" this time because sometimes YEAH death can be a useful trope sure whatever it has some merit so i won't keep beating on it.

I think there was one about writing habits "just keep picking away!" like with persistence. literally NEVER worked for me. early on when I just started writing I'd just sit in front of an empty word doc feeling bad about myself instead of just closing it when I figured no writing was going to happen today so I should just cool my head off instead.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3082

i DID get to write today! and i watched tv and showed some of my favorite shows to my mom. she didn't really enjoy them. but that's okay.

i ended up running a lot of errands today with her and didn't really get to sit down and do anything until like 3pm, which was startling because mom woke me up earlier than i requested. i'm trying to get my sleep schedule back on track so i can make it to work on a daily basis, so i'm trying to go to bed earlier and fall asleep earlier so i can wake up earlier. but if i have my mom wake me up at a consistent time, it'll make everything else easier to make consistent, too. i have no internal reward system, so doing it myself doesn't work. i sit up anyway at night and read until i tire myself out. sucks.

i got to chat with a friend i haven't talked to in a hot minute. one of the shows i showed my parents was a show this friend showed to me, and she also bought the dvd sets of it because it was our thing to watch together. so i set it up and watched a couple eps and it reminded me of her so i reached out and sent her a message and a picture of simon. we ended up chatting back and forth a little bit as i was getting ready for bed not too long ago, and it was nice to just kind of catch up for a bit. i'm probably gonna see if i can call her at some point just to hear her voice again. she's great.

while mom and i were out we stopped at starbucks and i ended up discovering that a cup of hot cocoa like what i get has about 30mg of caffeine in it, which explains why i'm able to function when i stop for it at breakfast. caffeine helps me focus because it's a stimulant. i stop for breakfast before taking my meds, and i drink my cocoa all the way to work, where i take my meds at 9:30 usually. that way, i have the caffeine to jumpstart my system while the medication works its way through my blood, meaning i can get up and go and keep going until the day is done, usually around 11:30 if i take my meds at the proper time. so im glad i have a scientific explanation for it. it's kinda cool.

and i talked to joel a little bit. i let him know my second covid test (serial testing) from this morning was negative so i am officially free of covid, so i should be seeing him sooner than later. i'm excited to see him. i've missed him. i miss him when i get sick. i'm okay at taking care of myself when i'm sick, but i prefer having help. since joel's got a job and is usually busy during the day even if he doesn't, i end up taking meds and sleeping, but i still end up needing to cook and get things and go out when that happens because there's no one else to ask to get it for me. at home, i can take meds and sleep, and still get fed things that are nutritious and have juice and stuff when i don't think water is appealing (i'm happy to report i can once again drink water, i have missed its refreshment). so i'm usually at home when i'm sick or injured. it's just how it happens.

as for the rest of the day, that's basically what happened. i also paid my bills and sent my friends a message basically saying i was grateful that i have the number of brain cells working that i do because if any more of them were broken i'd be panicking all the time. specifically this is in reference to my foresight to keep some money on hand to pay my bills when i'm out of work, because it works in my favor particularly because i'm going to be out of work again for a while because of my shoulder. i'm 28 sleeps away from surgery, and i'm honestly so excited to not have this instability anymore. it'll suck for a while because i won't be able to drive myself places, but mom can drive me and so can joel - an unlicensed driver above the age of 15½, in my state, can drive if another person in the car is above 25 and licensed. so joel can drive me places and we'll have no problem. we just have to pull his car out. or he'll get used to driving my car and we can deal with that that way. it's all good. either way, the two or three months that i'll need to be driven around will get him more practice to get his license with confidence.

and i think that's it. i'm tired. i gotta figure out a birthday gift for an 11 year old. i have some ideas. but i also need to write tomorrow and i need to work on my résumé so i can apply to big girl jobs. i'll probably get starbucks in the morning too. that'd be nice. i also did my laundry today. that's a relief. it's been a hot minute since i did my laundry. but mostly, i'm just glad i don't have covid anymore.

[its-just-vax]

Answer 1-78 (all of em) :p

You asked for it!

1. First kiss? In a truck outside my parents house, I was 15 I think?

2. First time masturbating? Probs 14 ish, stole a playboy lol

3. First sex toy? The first one I bought was to use on someone else. But to use on myself? Just a simple stroker.

4. First kink tried? Bondage I think

5. First time doing oral? 16 on either side of it

6. First time having sex?
 17 or 18 I think

7. Biggest turn on? Hmm that's tough because I think it changes for me, currently I'm leaning toward deep eye contact and whispers in my ear.

8. Biggest turn off? Being an asshole /pressuring sex

9. Quickest way to get horny? Start a heavy Makeout

10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on? Gentle scratching on my bald ass head.

11. Top 3 places to be touched? Neck, thighs, ears.

12. Ultimate fantasy? Spending a day in bed, watching shitty movies and just keeping a strongly horny vibe going all day. Full access to each other's bodies. Lots of hand play, mouth play, full on sex. No pressure for orgasms, just making one another feel good.

13. Do you like the idea of a three or moresome? I love both the idea and reality of a threesome. I am curious about a more than 3 but don't know who it'd be with

14. Do you send nudes? Do you like receiving them? I do in fact, though I'm trying to get better at taking lewds, for reasons. I fucking love getting any pictures! Nudes rule!

15. Sex or masturbation? See to me this is like asking do you want cake or bread? I like both things, and if I'm craving bread I don't want cake? Ya know

16. Spit or swallow? Swallow

17. Cut or uncut dicks? I guess I have a preference for what I know, so cut

18. Rough or sensual sex? Yes. Please?

19. Oldest person you’d sleep with? Idk man, anybody I vibed with that was interested!

20. Loud or quiet partners? I actually like both. It is much less about volume and more about enthusiasm. I don't care if you scream or just gasp. As long as I know you want to be there and doin things with me

21. How much foreplay do you like? Depends actually, but I'd say quite a bit

22. How much teasing do you like? A lot more than I realized tbh... Apparently something has been awoken in me

23. What is too big for you to take? I can't take too much tbh, definitely out of practice. Few fingers is usually plenty. Though I could probably work up to more.

24. Do you do hookups or only sleep with a partner? I have in fact only ever had 1 hook up, and it was literally an ex who had just dumped me, the day before. We had sex approximately once, after the break up 🤣

25. How much kissing do you like during sex? A fucking ton. All the fucking kisses.

26. What’s the most attractive part of the body? Hmmm I'm just gonna say the booty.

27. Would you have sex in public? I absolutely would

28. Last place you had sex? My bed

29. Where would you most like to have sex? I dunno that I have any place in particular. It's more about the with who than the where

30. Do you like spontaneous sex, or do you need to be in the mood? I like both. I am most often the initiater, but I absolutely love being pounced by a partner. I will also say I do very much enioy a planned encounter. Gives the opportunity to talk about it a lot and tease before hand

31. Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house? I don't see why not

32. What’s your biggest kink? Hmm I guess creampies is probably the top seat

33. Are you okay with name calling in bed? I'd do it to a partner if they asked, but I dunno how I'd feel bout it. Im sensative!

34. Would you do any BDSM? I do quite a bit yes

35. Do you prefer to tie somebody up or be tied up? My current preference is to tie up. But I am interested in exploring being restrained

36. Do you like orgasm denial/forced orgasm? So I like to cause both if it's discussed. I like the idea of forced orgasms being done to me, but not denial

37. Do you like overstimulation? I like to cause it! Never been attempted on me

38. Do you like having pain involved? I like to inflict it! And revive it in a much more limited sense

39. Do you like biting/being bitten? Fuck yes I do

40. Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it? I have made someone beg. I've never been made to in person... Yet

41. Do you have any strange or extreme kinks? Can't thing of anything in my list that is particularly strange

42. Have any roleplaying preferences? Never actually done it

43. Do you own sex toys? How many? If you mean ones that can be used on me, probably like 10-15, if you mean the whole collection, like 40+

44. What do you masturbate to? Sometimes porn, sometimes spicy partner pictures (prefered), sometimes I get lucky and get to sext /mutually masturbate (favorite)

45. How often do you masturbate? Usually at least once every week or two

46. How often do you use sex toys to masturbate? Rarely, if I'm doin solo stuff I don't usually wanna bother with lube and extra clean up

47. Do you masturbate with penetration?... Sometimes

48. Do you go for multiple rounds or settle at one or no orgasms? One is usually plenty. I know I'm capable of multiple but never really figured out how to garuntee it

49. Do you enjoy giving oral? I absolutely love it.

50. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral? That's honestly tough. I think giving, but only by a little

51. What makes you orgasm the fastest when receiving oral? I honestly don't know, never had someone try to make me cum quick!

53. Can you deep throat? Never tried!

54-59 =N/A

60. How often do you do unprotected sex? I'm fixed and tested regularly, so all the time

61. How loud are you in bed? Infinitely louder the past few months than I had been before...

62. Do you enjoy having nipples played with? I don't mind it

63. Do you like/dislike cum? I like the visual of it? That's really about the extend of my interaction.... Though...

64. How good are you at dirty talk? Man idk! I'd have to ask a partner but I think I do alright

65. Do you get sleepy after an orgasm? So it's 50/50, I ethier get very mushy, or I get really wired and snacky

66. Do you trim, shave or leave pubic hair untouched? I keep it trimmed

67. How do you prefer partners pubic hair? My only preference is if you want my mouth somewhere, the hair should be managed. I apparently kinda have a pube thing now so I definitely don't need it shaved, but like oral is a little more complicated if it's a jungle down there!

68. How many orgasms can you have in a day? Idk never taken a day to try and figure that out!

69. How many other people know your bra size? Everybody! Cause I don't wear one

70. What do you wear to bed? Nothing! Or socks (gots bad circulation and my feet get icy)

71. Any funny sex stories? Hmm nothing like particularly silly. Lots of funny sounds and laughs. Though the time I got flipped and pinned like simba in the lion King is pretty funny...

72. What food if any would you use during sex? I'm kinda meh on most food during sex, cuz sticky!

73. Would you give somebody a sex toy as a gift? Absolutely. Want to go to a toy store?

74. What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen? Skinamax porn where the ladies were being fucked by, I can't remember if it was a ghost or like a vampire doing magic fuckin. But it was just a lady pretending to get railed

75. Do you often get horny in public? Semi often

76. Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom? Kitchen spoon as a paddle is the first example that comes to mind

77. Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on? Not that I recall!

78. Do you have any friends you’d sleep with? Hmm probably a couple

[theloveinc]

Same anon about putting pussy on the phone- it’s 11:43 pm and I can’t sleep LOL.

Flip the script. You have to get surgery- bakugou is LITERALY waiting around for you like a FUCKING dog. He’s so stressed it’s not even funny. It kind of is tbh can’t he looks like his normal too big for the waiting chairs self but he’s low key freaking out. He can’t lose you- he’s too scared to lose you. He would literally get a medical degree so he could just do the surgery his damn self so you won’t die. (He’s dramatic)

The moment he can see you he’s literally not leaving your side. Need to pee but you’re a fall risk? He doesn’t care that bed alarm is off because you’re up he’d be damned if you get a uti on top of this major surgery. Hungry? He’s not letting you eat the hospital food- hes calling his old man and making him make you food since he won’t leave your side.

When you finally get to go home hes the one to push you in the wheelchair to his all black sleek car. When he opens the door the passenger seat is already set up for you. It might as well be a bed from how many blankets, pillows, and anything plush is in that seat. He would LITERALLY TUCK YOU INTO THAT SEAT HOLY SHIT LIKE HE LITERALLY IS ACTING LIKE YOURE DYING. JFC BAKUGOU IT WASNT THAT BIG OF A SURGERY.

You’re so doped out you’re just smiling like crazy while you’re head rocks back and forth in the seat while you watch the cars pass by. You keep trying to reach up and play with his ears since they’re big but in a cute way and he keeps smacking your hand away and mumbling under his breath angrily. You’ve always loved his ears- they come out some and he has them pierced! A little chunk is missing from a accident when he was younger which has caused him to go deaf as well in that ear and he also does this cute thing when he’s stressed where he will tug or mess with his ear -

IM RAMBLING IM SORRY

(i'm just jealous of you for even being in bed at 11:43pm smh, but) I LITERALLY ADORE THIS? ALL OF IT??? AND it's so accurate, too????? The medical degree part is sending me... sooooo, so true bestie. He's such a fiend.

AND getting Masaru to cook, too sadhjfkadj. Waking up from a nap and seeing both him and his dad fiddling with the little, hospital room mini-fridge. You're like, "Masaru-san? You didn't have to cook!!!" and he's just smiling and shaking his head because Bakugo would've ended his life if he hadn't (and if he's an even BETTER cook than Katsuki, you don't say anything.)

(Also laughing at the thought of Mitsuki coming too, and heckling the doctor about the most random shit. Sitting next to your bed, her magazine on her lap, all, "You haven't changed my child's pillow case in TWO days? And all your tea is _ brand? What the hell do we pay our insurance for???

Like... CHILD? Tea????? And you'd think Bakugo would tell her to stop but he's just nodding right there along with her LOOOL.)

God, I wanna add onto everything but you talked about it all so perfectly already😭Bakugo adjusting the pillows against you 100 times before finally starting to drive. Getting so flustered by your tickling because he wants to respond and tell you to stop overexerting yourself but he's gotta keep his eyes on road. AND USUALLY, he's so nippy when you play with his ears cuz they're sensitive... but he just can't bring himself to get mad because you're injured and it's, it's... cute.

(Plus, I love your little headcanons about this!!!)

And overall, too... he love all your doped-up sleepy kisses, and the way you play with his fingers when you're bored in bed... and getting so antsy when he has to leave you for work, he calls once an hour AT LEAST, even when you're fine resting in bed or almost fully recovered. Screams at the neighbors when they do something irritating for "bothering an injured person..." skjdflkajsdhfajksd...

Literally... this whole thing is the best. Thank GOD you rambled. I swear.

(ANd Bakugo thanks you, too. He never thought he'd be so into caring for a sick person😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨) (iN A GOOD WAY)

[florelia12]

Flora & Helia Headcanons

Im just gonna go ahead and do all of them cuz I need more winx content

1. Flora is definitely an early bird. She is up at 5 in the morning, watering her plants and doing yoga. Bloom can sleep through a hurricane and Flora is also pretty stealthy so she doesn't really notice. Helia gets up in the middle of night to write down random ideas that pops into his head. He usually gets obsessive once he begins a painting and he won't stop until its perfect, which means sleep is not a priority. Since Riven likes to train late, these two are always the last to go to sleep out of all the specialists.

2. Flora is the little spoon when they are going to sleep but at night Helia tends to move away to avoid all their hair getting tangled up (Stan couples with great hair). But our girl doesn't let him get away that easy and usually ends up throwing her leg over him and spooning him instead.

3. Flora hogs the covers cuz small people get cold easily and Helia lets her. The cold doesn't bother him anyway. They both love to cuddle but it quickly gets complicated with all that hair but that usually leads them to braiding each other's hair.

4. Helia is the one who does all this mushy stuff most of the time. There are times when Helia wakes her up with kisses just to inform her that he is now only going to sleep at 5 in the morning.

5. Both of them have nightmares cuz saving the universe takes it toll on your mental health. If they end up waking each other up because of the nightmares, they talk about it over a cup of tea. Flora used to get sleep terrors as a kid due to her anxiety so she makes sure to take her special brew to calm herself before she goes to bed and has passed on the habit to Helia. They are a very tea centred couple.

6. Riven or Flora usually wake up at night to find him scribbling away on his notebook with the lamplight on and at this point they are pretty used to it. Flora's the mom friend who gives great advice and often finds herself surprised by her own deep insights (in the middle of the day)

7. Flora has issues with anxiety and while she is mostly successful at hiding it from the others, Helia pays too much attention to her to not notice when she zones out or picks her nails. However, she hates it when people notice and try to help but she loves how Helia knows exactly when to give her space.

8. Helia sleeps shirtless and sometimes in his jogger pants that is always covered in paint. Flora gets cold easily at night but wears thin nightdresses to bed much to Helia's confusion. She just likes being all covered up in blankets,

9. Flora is the specialist when it comes to all kinds of tea and while Helia is good at many things, cooking is not one of them. So Flora just makes little homemade tea bags for him so that it is easier.

10. Flora has a sweet tooth but they both love sour candies. They are supposed to the healthy couple so no one knows when they sneakily share candy with each other.

11. Both of them are hopeless romantics (as we all know) but prefer romantic books than movies. However, Flora is the kind of psychopath who can watch gore without flinching one bit. It scares Helia but Flora is just pretty used to blood since both her parents are in the healing profession. She loves Horror because she knows its fake but it makes Helia uncomfortable even if he doesn't admit it. They usually only watch horror movies with the whole gang while Flora nonchalantly calls out the director for his inacurrate portrayal of stabbings. It makes Helia wonder sometimes.

12. Flora is smol & Helia is tol. Once, Flora had to literally climb onto a chair during an argument with Helia but that just made him laugh and made her even angrier.

13. Flora scares easily meaning that she freaks out when Stella or Musa suddenly pop out of corners and scream at her. But she fights monsters for a living at this point and has learned to control her reactions. Helia's face is unreadable so no one can usually tell what he is feeling. But he has a deadly fear of clowns that Riven found out about and makes it a point to give Helia a small heart attack at least once a year.

14. Flora would pet a shark and Helia wrangles werewolves and dragons on a daily basis so they aren't afraid of animals, even the small ones. Both of them usually ignore the spider unless its big, then they would just safely let it outside or Flora would sometimes collect them for her potions.

15. Helia pretty much lives in the dark with only a lamplight for when he is writing. Flora did develop a fear of the dark after villains kept using spells on her that put her in darkness. So there is always a nightlight beside her when she sleeps.

16. Flora doesn't flinch when people get stabbed in movies but flinches at really loud noises. They both love the rain and kissing in the rain but once they hear thunder Flora drags Helia inside.

17. Both of them love to work at home. The house they are gonna live in is going to be huge and have all kinds of weird rooms (hehe), I mean well mostly there will be an art studio, a greenhouse and a potions lab. and another room. that is up for your imagination. if you don't get this then you are probably too young or innocent.

18. They like both dogs and cats and are definitely planning on getting a few pets together.

19. They call each other babe/baby like normal couples ( I cringe every time Helia calls Flora 'flower' in fanfics ). Helia likes to call her princess sometimes and Flora calls him papi in her mother tongue (spanish). It took Helia a while to grasp its full meaning and he loves it when she calls him that.

20. It mostly starts out with Helia as the Dom but Flora usually goes from soft sub to a brat pretty quickly.

[mushroompoisoning]

2, 3, 5, 8, 10, 11, 14, 20, 26, 33, 37, 39, 40, 41, 47, and 54. sorry for so much im invested in my mutuals ocs. also I had to write this twice bc my phone hates me. also for Cain as Cain OC solidarity (had TWO ocs named cain)

oh wow. questions!! :D

everything is under the readmore cus wow theres a lot

2. Gender Identity:

Cain never got the chance to explore his gender or sexuality up until he meets Lee in his like. I wanna say early mid 20's to early 30's? I don't think I ever specified how old the two were

Information you didn't ask for aside, cain is a bigender man and uses he/him and she/her [: contradictory labels my beloved

3. Orientation and relationship status:

She'd gay and ends up dating Lee after a lot of drama and denial. Begrudging allies to lovers my beloved trope

5. Height and body type:

Cain is 6'2-6'3, one of those two it's hard to tell. He's fit! Like a mix between gymbro style fit and someone who actually uses their strength fit; it's for his job

8. Weapon of choice:

Gun. Don't ask me to be specific I'm not a gun person. He has a gun, multiple actually, and she will use

10. Do they have any markings, piercings or scars?

Probably a lot of scars because of the nature of her job, but other than that nope. Better to not have any identifying features y'know?

11. Do they have any notable features?

Nope 😔 Cain is fully human

14. Can they cook? Can they bake?

He knows how to cook basic meals and can bake stuff from the mix boxes. She's mostly just eating stuff profession chefs cooked or cereal

20. Clothing / Aesthetic?

While at his job he wears professional business clothes. You know the look, we all know it. Button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, no tie, slacks and boots that don't go with the professional vibe but she wears them anyway.

When not at work she dresses casually. T-shirt or hoodie and either sweatpants or loose jeans

26. Guilty pleasure?

Liking men. /j /j /j

I'd probably have to say breaking someones nose. He's a little fucked up

33. How have they changed over time?

For a lot of his life he stayed a pushover; even after getting tougher later on.

He was a nervous kid who didn't want to lose friends and ended up hanging out with a bunch of homophobes as a result of being too scared to speak up. She eventually gets the courage to drop those friends, though! Not before ruining everything with Lee.

( The two were friends when they were younger but got cut off after Cain reacted badly to Lee coming out )

In current day, Cain tries to play the silent angry stoic type, but he's secretly still anxious and has some Issues.

She's been seeing a therapist and a mandatory thing for her job, so she is getting some help, too!

37. Do they have any phobias?

I don't think I ever came up with any before, so I'm going to say no. Saying gay people is too low hanging of a fruit

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

Either like. Eight shots of espresso or water. No in between. She's very bland sometimes ( which Lee very much let's her know )

40. What time do they go to bed, usually?

He most often goes to bed around 5 to 7am and them has to wake up at 10am. She's on a rough schedule

41. What's their morning routine like?

Get up, shower, get dressed, eat and get a coffee, brush teeth and then head to work. Basic routine, nothing special

47. What was their biggest turning point?

Meeting Lee again and getting assigned to look after him. Despite being a dumbass, Lee is actually emotionally intelligent and helped Cain out with some stuff.

Lee didn't hold a grudge years later and helped Cain through her internalized queerphobia [: happy ending!

54. What does your character want? What fo they need?

Men. /j

A shoulder to lean on and maybe even to cry on. Support, basically. He really wants someone he can be close and vulnerable with, even if he's scared of that

Woo all the questions done [:

[herotome]

If you don't mind me asking, what is everyone's morning and night routines? Like any extensive skincare regimens before bed, or reads to get sleepy, or snooze button enthusiasts, or goes straight from bed to the coffee pot/tea kettle? Stuff like that?

Thank you!

Mmmm this is… similar to that ask about sleeping habits but also not at all, huh? If the sleeping habits ask is the yolk, this would be the surrounding egg white… or maybe im just hungry.

Admittedly I have not thought about this at all, so I’m making this up on the spot and it may be subject to change:

Warden: has a hard time waking up (5-6 AM) but does it anyway. Starts every morning by washing his face with cold water, and then immediately gets changed to go for a run (sometimes treadmill, sometimes an outdoor trail; depends how busy he anticipates the day being).

Before bed (1-3 AM) he tries to finish some last minute paperwork or reply to texts (… at 2 AM….).

Griffin: You might see his unironically snarky coffee mugs on days where he hasn’t placed a group coffee order for everybody. Griffin does invest some time into looking Presentable and Smelling Nice every morning (7-8 AM) though – won’t ever be seen wandering around in his pajamas.

Probably lots of stretching exercises for both times; but I also think Griffin is the sort to do strength/core exercises right before bed – push-ups and curl-ups. Then she’ll have a long bath and skincare/lotion routine (11PM-1AM), if she has time for it.

Mia: Takes a lot of time to get ready, so she wakes up very early (4-5 AM) despite being a snooze button enthusiast. Stubbornly sticks to a routine for her make-up, hair, and self-care. She usually tries to make breakfast for everyone by 6 AM.

She goes to sleep early (9 PM-10 PM), so she tends to be visibly checked out in the late evening. Likes to touch up her nails before bed. Never forgets to use make-up remover.

Dart: Agghhh this one’s weirddd because of his graveyard shifttt… He tries to wake up around 8 PM, but to his great annoyance he tends to wakes up earlier (4-6 PM). I don’t think he has a set routine other than making coffee and reviewing his notes/checking in with Griffin to see what he’s missed. Usually he’ll be done with work around breakfast time, so he’ll go to bed anywhere between 10AM – 1 PM… then he’ll just listen to some music until he falls asleep. He takes a lot of cat naps on his days off.

Jade: Hella bedhead, stumbles out of bed around 11 AM-ish whenever she can get away with it. She can get up earlier, she just prefers not to. She will also spend all day wandering around in her pajamas if she can. She procrastinates when it comes to bedtime, and will usually stay up late reading things on her phone.

[topsytervy]

Goodbye ~ Rafe Cameron

Blurb: You and Rafe were dating until you realized he changed way too much...and not for the better.

Word Count: maybe 4,300 (i did some last minute editing)

Warnings: mentions of drugs (coke and weed), hints at sex, swearing, toxic behavior, age gap (16 and 19), canon Rafe (minus the murder), grammar/spelling mistakes,i think thats it.

One thing before you read:

This takes place with the reader being 16 and Rafe 19 so Im just going to say this. THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND ACCORDING TO GOOGLE THE AGE OF CONSENT IN NORTH CAROLINA IS 16. STILL, I DO NOT CONDONE RELATIONSHIPS WHERE A PARTNER(S) IS AN ADULT AND THE OTHER(S) IS A MINOR. THIS IS JUST FICTION!

Not me already thinking of a part 2 where they reunite years later at John B and Sarahs wedding

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You dated Rafe Cameron for a bit, starting your relationship months before his downward spiral. Key words there being dated and a bit. Almost a year. 11 months 17 days and 5 hours to be exact but who was counting.

Rafe Cameron was.

Out of the 11 months 17 days and 5 hours that your relationship lasted, you two spent 11 months 2 days and 30 minutes with each other and they were the best 11 months 2 days and 30 minutes of his life. 

You broke it off though after he had promised that he would try to quit his drug habit, his coke habit to be more precise, and didn't. Whenever you tried to help him, he'd push you away and say, 'I can take care of my own shit, Y/N. I don't need you to help'. 

The last straw was when he drove up to Barrys, you in the passenger seat next to him, unamused since he said he'd be taking you to the beach but didn't, opting out to fulfill the hunger of coke instead.

"Rafe, please. You're doing so well. We can still go back home. Lay down, watch a movie, have some fun…" You trailed off, thinking that the last option would definitely have him turning back.

"After this, Y/N/N. Then we can have all the fun we want." He smirked.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's no fun when you're high." You mumbled under your breath.

He parked the car and told you to stay put, which you chose to ignore as you promptly swung the door passenger open and hopped out of the vehicle. After all, you were all dressed and ready for the beach, eagerly waiting to feel the sand between your toes and the sun on your skin -and to see your boyfriend shirtless- and instead, you were at Barrys. Not to pay off a debt and say Rafe was out, but too get more cocaine. You were upset and you were going to make sure he saw you each second he was with you so he'd feel bad about breaking his promise. Rafe rolled his eyes as you followed him inside, not really wanting Barry to see you.

Rafe and Barry greeted each other and you followed them towards Barry's room where the exchange was made. Rafe watched Barry count the money, his index finger tapping on the side of his leg as he waited. You stood in the corner of the room, unamused by your boyfriend as you watched him begin to chew on his lip as Barry furrowed his eyebrows and recounted.

"What are you trying to do, country club?" Barry finally asked.

"What do you mean?" A confused look crossed Rafe's face.

"You're 20 bucks short, man. You think you can just stiff me?"

Rafe looked at you and you held up your hands. "Why are you looking at me? I don't wanna be here in the first place and where the fuck would I hide 20 bucks? My bikini top." You glared. Rafe shot you another look. "I'm serious, Rafe. You wanna frisk me, be my fucking guest." 

Rafe looked at your face and saw you were telling the truth before turning back to Barry, who was eyeing you up as you talked at Rafe but moved his gaze back to the man in front of him when he thought of an idea.

"You know, country club. I could let it slide and still give you what you want. You'd just have to keep it hush-hush." He smirked.

"What do you want in exchange then? My truck? Bike? Uh…my watch?" Rafe began to take off the watch his father gave him but Barry held up his head, causing Rafe to look up at him.

"A couple of hours with her." Rafe followed Barry's pointer finger and saw you raise your eyebrows.

"Excuse me? Do I look like I wanna have sex with you?" You asked.

Barry's smirk only grew. "I like you. You're a feisty little thing I can tell."

Don't I know it, Rafe thought to himself as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

You had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop. He was actually thinking about it.

Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend, the guy who decked a kid in the jaw who had accidentally brushed his hand against yours when at a kegger once, was actually considering this guy's proposal. 

If Rafe said yes, you were a goner. There was no way you could overpower Barry. You could barely overpower your 12 year old brother when fighting for the remote and he was weak as hell.

"No. Its fine. Just give me the cash back and I'll come back when I have the 20." Barry gave him back the cash and Rafe nodded his head towards the door. "Lets go, baby."

You walked in front of Rafe and made your way outside, stopping right next to the passenger door, not opening it. 

Rafe came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Lets get home, baby. Put on a movie and lay down, have some fun just like you suggested." He grinned, kissing your neck as he repeated what you had said not even ten minutes ago.

You shrugged him off and rolled your eyes.

"What's up with that?" He asked, slightly offended at the actions.

"You actually thought about leaving me alone for a couple of hours with that guy, Rafe. That's what's up with that." You turned around to face him.

"I didn't though."

"You still thought about it Rafe. You thought about letting that man, that slimey, greasy, man, have his way with me just so you could get some coke."

"Hey, you're not in there with him, though. You're out here with me. Aren't you, Y/N/N?" You didn't respond. "Aren't you?!" Rafe hollered, causing you to jump slightly.

"Let me ask you this, Rafe. If someone came up to me right now and asked if I'd break up with you to date my celebrity crush, and I stopped to think about it instead of saying no right away, how would you feel?" Rafe clenched his jaw and didn't respond. "How do you think I feel right now after knowing that my jealous, possessive boyfriend who hates when a guy even looks at me, stopped and thought about a proposition his drug dealer brought up that meant he could still get his cocaine if he let his dealer fuck me and he'd let the 20 dollars slide."

"You don't know if he was going to fuck you." 

You let out a laugh in disbelief. "Don't play dumb, Rafe. You know exactly what he was going to do."

Rafe didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and started counting to ten to try and calm down so he could reason with you. He opened his eyes and went to speak but you were gone. "God, fuckin a." He cussed, grabbing his keys from his pocket and jogging to the driver side. 

He climbed in and started the vehicle before tearing out of the driveway. It's not like you had gotten far, jogging was faster than walking but not by much and Rafe saw you after just a mere 30 seconds of driving. You had slowed to a walk and when you saw his truck pull alongside you, you rolled your eyes and returned your gaze to the road in front of you. 

"Baby. Let's talk about this like adults." He sighed.

When you didn't answer, he sped up just a smidge so the bed was next to you, and pulled to the side of the road, getting out of the truck.

He stood in front of you. "You shouldn't be walking home. It's too far." You ignored him, going to walk around him but he just moved to be in front of you again. 

"Rafe, I'm warning you. Back the fuck off right now." 

"Just get in the truck and then we'll talk about whatever is going on up in that head of yours." He said gently.

"I already told you what was going on. You seriously thought about selling me out for sex just so you could get high."

"Y/N/N, get in the truck."

"It was disgusting that you hesitated before saying no.  What happened to me being your girl and no one else touching me or else you'd cave their skull in back there?"

"Get in the truck." He ran his hand through his hair, feeling himself getting angrier and trying to remain calm.

He didn't like yelling at you or getting angry at you, knowing how it scared you when he wasn't even yelling at you but someone else.

"You know, why can't you just get high with weed like JJ." 

And that was it. 

Rafe reached out and grabbed your chin, yanking you close. "Get in the fucking truck, Y/N." He seethed, his voice dangerously low. You tried to keep your face as neutral as possible despite how you felt on the inside. "Now!" Rafe yelled.

You flinched slightly before yanking your face from his grip and climbing into the passenger seat. You looked out the window as Rafe walked over to his side and climbed back in. 

You were a bit shaken up if you were being honest. Rafe had never yelled at you before today or called you by your actual name. It was usually your nickname or baby. He had also never grabbed you like that outside of the bedroom.

"I try to have a civil fucking conversation with you and you walk away. How fucking mature is that?" Rafe glanced over at you and you could feel his eyes on you but you just kept looking out the window. "And the fact that you think that just because I hesitated, I was going to give you over to Barry is fucking ridiculous. My brain was processing what he said, not thinking of letting him fuck you." Rafe was actually thinking of Barry's offer but you didn't need to know that for sure. "You're mine, Y/N. You hear that? M-I-N-E. Mine. I don't share my things with anyone and you know this." 

You swallowed hard at his words, taking in the toxicity of your situation right now. He wasn't the same Rafe that you started dating all those months ago. He was far from the Rafe who you let take your virginity when you hit month six of your relationship. He was far from the Rafe that the minute you said you were uncomfortable, was taking you away from whatever was making you uncomfortable or stopping what you were doing.

He was far from the Rafe you had fallen for.

"Drop me off at the chateau." You mumbled causing Rafe to stop his speech. 

"What?"

"Drop me off at the chateau." You said louder and slower. 

"What if I don't want to?" He huffed.

"Drop me off at the chateau or I'm calling JJ and he's gonna meet me at Tanneyhill and I'll let him tear you apart." 

Rafe's eyes left the road and he looked at you, still staring out the window. Rafe didn't say anything, just drove you where you told him to. 

The pogues sat on the porch and watched as Rafe's truck pulled up. 

Pope looked around at the group. "Weren't they supposed to be at the beach?" 

Kie shrugged as she watched your door swing open before the truck parked. "That's different. She's never done that before." She raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" John B asked.

"She just hopped out of Rafe's truck before it stopped. She usually stays in there for a minute after he parks." Kie nodded towards you as you walked towards them, rolling her eyes as if the boys should've known that.

Rafe sighed as he parked the truck and hopped out, jogging up to you and grabbing your arm. 

"Please just come back to Tanneyhill with me, Y/N, and we'll talk." 

You shook your head, retching your arm away from him. "We're done. Don't call me, don't text me, don't contact me at all. I can't do this anymore Rafe. I've tried helping you and being there for you and everything else during this...this...obstacle in your life and it's like you're not even trying anymore." You told him with tears in your eyes.

"What? No. No. No. I'm gonna get my shit together." He ran his hand through his hair.

Your friends stood up and slowly made their way over, not to eavesdrop, but just in case things took a turn.

"You keep saying that Rafe and I keep believing you but I can't. Not anymore. Not after today." You lamented, "Bye, Rafe. I wish you the best." You quickly turned and jogged into the chateau, feeling the tears start to fall.

"Y/N," he called, about to go after you but John B and JJ stopped him as the other two followed you inside. "Y/N!" He attempted to shrug off your two friends but when it was clear that they would not be letting him follow you without a fight, he pulled away, walking backwards to his truck. "I'll come back! You know I will! You're my girl!" He shouted as loud as he could.

John B and JJ stepped forward and Rafe pursed his lips before climbing into his truck. John B and JJ watched Rafe drive away before heading inside. John B sighed as he heard you cry in the bathroom, plopping down on the couch next to Pope as JJ found his home on the floor.

"Do we know what happened that finally made her break?" JJ asked, wanting nothing more to break the Cameron boys nose.

Pope shrugged before nodding towards the bathroom. "Kie's in there right now trying to calm her down and get her to talk about it." John B rubbed a hand over his face. "She's his girl? Really?" Pope raised an eyebrow, letting the two boys know that Rafes little shout was heard.

John B shook his head. "Not anymore. I think it'll take a miracle for her to go back to him."

"And he'd really come back here just to try and get her back?"

JJ looked at Pope with a serious expression. "He can fucking try but if he even looks at her, I'll break him. I'll take her to work with me if it means not leaving her alone for Rafe to show up and try to weasel back in." 

Pope licked his lips. "She seemed so happy with him in the beginning. I was honestly kind of rooting for them."

John B looked at Pope. "I think we all were." 

"And she was happy with him. Then he decided that coke should join the relationship and that's when it all went downhill." JJ added.

After an hour had passed and no more crying was heard, the three pogue boys got up and made their way to the bathroom.

JJ knocked on the door and Kie immediately answered. "Come in."

He opened the door slowly to avoid hitting anyone before the three boys made their way into the bathroom. It was a bit cramped but no one complained as they looked down at you with your head on Kie's lap, eyes closed as you slept.

"What happened ?" Pope whispered.

"He went to Barry's and was short twenty dollars. Barry said Rafe could still get the coke and not have to worry about the twenty if he could have a couple hours with her."  Kie started.

"Sounds about par for the course for Barry," JJ mumbled, knowing all about the dealer.

"Rafe thought about it before saying no. After a small argument and explanation as to why she saw his hesitation as a problem, she started walking. He followed, told her multiple to get in the truck but she didn't, and then he grabbed her roughly and told her one more time and she did because she was scared." The curly haired girl sighed.

The boys all shot each other a look but Kie quickly shut it down. "No. You are not fighting him. That will just cause more problems. We're going to ignore his existence and be here for Y/N. Understand?" No one spoke. "I said, Understand?" Kie said more sternly.

The boys all mumbled the agreements and JJ crossed his fingers out of sight. If Kie thought he was going to just let it all slide right by, she was wrong. No one hurt his friends and got away with it. She should know this by now.

"Now, can one of you be useful and put her to bed? Or am I just going to have to do it myself?" Kie raised an eyebrow.

"I got her." JJ muttered, walking over to Kie and picking you up gently.

He took you into what he claimed as his room and placed you on the bed, throwing a blanket over. He turned to leave but stopped, biting his lip for a second before turning back around and giving you a kiss on your forehead.

Now, here Rafe was, six months later, at The Wreck with Kelce and Topper, watching JJ and you wait for your food at the counter.

Rafe made a face and at the sight of you two close together and thats when he noticed JJ's arms around you, swaying you two back and forth.

Rafe's jaw clenched as did his hand that was around his glass of water. "What the hell is he doing with his arms around her?" His eyes narrowed.

Kelce and Topper looked at each other before holding up their fists. 

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."

Topper groaned as Kelce whooped with victory. "Tell him, Top."

"JJ and Y/N have been together for like a month and a half now." Topper muttered.

Rafe stared at his two friends. "And you guys didn't tell me?" 

"Well, we didn't think it was important and you seemed to be doing alright finally so we just kind of- Where are you going?!" Kelce asked when he saw Rafe get up from the table and walk out the door.

The two friends looked to where you and JJ were standing only to find you two not there.

They immediately got up, Topper pulling a 50 from his wallet and putting it on the table while screaming a 'keep the change Kiara' as they both ran out.

They watched as Rafe's truck pulled past them and out of The Wrecks parking lot.

"Hey man! You're our ride!" Kelce hollered.

Rafe's hand gripped the steering wheel as he drove, jaw still clenched. He stopped at a stop sign and slammed his hand on the wheel in anger. It was months after your guys break up and Rafe hadn't even looked at another girl the same way he looked at you, let alone thought about getting into a new relationship. But here you were, dating JJ Maybank for a month and a half apparently.

You always had been known as Rafe's girl, even after the break-up. He made it practically impossible for any guy to even think about talking to you because Rafe had the full intention of getting you back. 

But, of course, in classic JJ style, JJ had to steal what was his. Now you were referred to as JJ's girl but Rafe was too high or out of it to notice the change.

He pulled into the driveway of the chateau minutes after you and JJ did, you laughing at something JJ had said as you got out of his truck.  

You heard a car door slam and looked behind you, calling for JJ when you saw an all too familiar vehicle.

JJ came around to stand next to you and his eyes narrowed as Rafe stormed over.

"Im gonna beat you so bad you'll think your daddy did it, Maybank!" 

"Rafe! What the hell are you doing here?" You shouted at your ex.

"I wanna know why the hell I just heard that you're going out with him?!" Rafe stopped right in front of you.

You could feel the rage coming off of Rafe and you opened your mouth to speak but JJ stepped in between you two. 

"I suggest you back the fuck up and move on, Cameron." 

"What's funny is I'm not here for you, JJ. So I suggest you get the fuck out of the way so I can talk to Y/N/N."

JJ narrowed his eyes. "Over my dead body."

Rafe chuckled darkly as he nodded his head slightly. "That can be arranged."

"Rafe, JJ. Stop. This is fucking ridiculous." You pulled JJ back by his upper arm before turning your gaze onto Rafe. "We broke up Rafe. It's time for you to move on."

"No. You don't get to tell me when I should move on, Y/N. You don't get to tell me any of that typical bullshit okay? I already told you all those months ago that you're mine and that hasn't changed." He shot at you.

JJ smirked. "I think it has because now the whole island knows her as JJ's girl. Not Rafe's. JJ's."

Rafe took a step closer. "You watch your mouth, Maybank." 

"Or what? You gonna swing on me? I hope you do so I have a reason for beating you shitless." 

You turned to JJ. "Since you're not helping with this conversation, why don't you help by bringing the food inside." You held out the bag that contained your guys lunch and JJ sighed, taking it.

Not without one last jab at Rafe though by kissing you on the lips right in front of him. You were quick to stop a ready-to-pounce Rafe who went to lunge at JJ, but your boyfriend just smirked at your ex before heading inside.

"I'm gonna kill him." Rafe said, fists clenching.

"No you're not. Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm happy?"

"Because you're happiest when you're with me. Remember saying that to me that one night? When we were walking around at like 2 AM and you just said it out of the blue and then blushed cause it was only a month into our relationship and you didn't mean to say it out loud. You immediately apologized cause it was stupid and corny but I told you it wasn't if it was true and that I felt the same way with you. Remember that, Y/N." His demeanor changed from hostile to soft.

You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. "That was before you were snorting lines for breakfast, lunch and dinner. That was before everything changed. Before you changed, Rafe." Rafe looked down at the ground in shame, fiddling with his fingers. "I wish that I tried harder to help you and keep you from where you are now. I wish I hadn't pushed your buttons that day when you told me to get in the truck and that I acted more mature than I did. I also wish I hadn't said the weed comment cause I know how much you can't stand JJ and were insecure because of my friendship with him and I guess you kind of had a right to be considering whats going on between me and him right now. In a way, I kind of egged you on with not letting you talk but that day you grabbed me and yelled at me, that was it. I couldn't stay any longer. That was the first time I ever felt scared of you."

Rafe felt regret and sadness wash over him. "There is absolutely no excuse for the way I grabbed you that day or how I spoke to you. That was wrong of me and I shouldn't have done that no matter how angry I was. I'm so fucking sorry for that. It's one of my biggest regrets." Rafe admitted looking at you. "If I could redo that day, I wouldn't have done any of that. I wouldn't have even gone to Barry's. We would've just gone to the beach like you wanted and then went back to my place for a shower and then watched 50 First Dates because you always watch that movie after a beach day. If I could go back before then, I wouldn't have had that line that started it all and we would've just stayed home from that damn party. " 

You smiled softly. "I appreciate you owning up to your actions, Rafe but that doesn't change anything that's happening right now. I'm not going to break up with JJ just to get back together with you while you're still using. Maybe at some point in the future we'll find our way back to each other but right now, you need to focus on yourself and getting yourself help so you can get better."

Rafe nodded slowly and it was quiet for a minute before he mumbled. "Does he treat you alright?"

"Hmm?"

"Does JJ treat you alright?" He asked a bit louder.

You smiled. "Yeah, he does."

Rafe nodded. "That's-" Rafe felt his voice crack and he cleared his throat. "That's really good, Y/N/N."

You placed your hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze, kind of like how a grandma would. "Take care of yourself, Rafe." Rafe nodded again. "Goodbye, Rafe." You sent him a small sad smile before walking off to the chateau.

Rafe couldn't bring himself to say that though. Instead, he said the one thing he never got to.

"I love you."

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