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Sometimes I think about Sky: COTL 😔

Same bro

It's so good!

You better blame @rex-rp for me not working on my draft because they're sucking me into a horrible (read: amazing) angst-filled verse on Discord and I can't stop myself!

Projecting onto Roman time!

Janus: Are you okay?

Roman: I'm fine.

Janus: You know, for some reason, I do believe you.

Roman: *growing frustrated* Well, what do you want me to say?

Janus: The truth.

Roman: *chuckling* That's ironic coming from you.

Janus: *sighs* I didn't come here to fight, so if you could just-

Roman: Just what? Huh? You know what?! *throws hands up in the air* Fine. You want the truth?!

Janus: Yes. That isn't what I asked for.

Roman: The truth is that it doesn't matter whether or not I'm okay.

Janus: Yes, it does. I'm not sure why-

Roman: No, it doesn't. Don't you get it?! I have to be okay. I don't have a choice! I'm supposed to be their hero. Everyone thinks I'm so strong, well I'm not. I'm a weak coward. But the one thing being a coward has taught me is how to avoid my problems. How to just *snaps fingers* turn off my emotions. Place a glass screen between them and me. How to feel them without feeling them, like knowing something in the back of your mind without being aware of it

Janus: Because that sounds sooo healthy.

Roman: It's not. I know it's not. But I have no choice. I have to be their hero. I don't know how not to be. They never taught me how not to. It's all I ever was. It's all they ever expected from me. Whether they know it's what they expect or not, it has become my role. And if I don't do it, who will? Who will keep them safe? So what if it hurts? Life hurts. They hurt as well. They have their own problems, and I can help them with it. I have to. It's who I am.

Janus: *extremely concerned* Roman-

Roman: *continuing without notice* It's who I have to be. For them. I have to stay strong, even if I'm not. And I'm not. I'm really not. But I'm good at pretending. I saw they needed a hero, so I took that role. I didn't even realize I had taken the role at first. And now, now that I realize, it's my whole identity. It's the person I've become, the only value I have. It's all they know me as. And that's okay, because they need a hero.

Janus: That isn't okay. Listen-

Roman: I can be that hero. Their problems are worse, right? That's why they unintentionally forced me into this role. Because I dont have any major problems. So, who cares if I don't know how to fight for myself? I can fight for them. I'm their hero. I have to be.

Roman: *leaning on the wall, panting* It's who I am. It's my point of existence.

Janus: ... Oh, sweetheart. What have we done to you?

Take this!

Imagine if Joan and Miori knew who they were behind their mask/hat. Imagine they were friends as civilians. Imagine if Miori noticed the signs of Joan’s illness, how pale she got, how it got hard for her to move, how she kept coughing, how thin she got and how much pain she had to endure every day.

If they knew each other as civilians, their relationship would have been closer. Joan would have told Miori about her sickness after enough persistence, how she was bound to die soon, how she kept seeing True Death nearing. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared… I am terrified…”

Miori would have been there to keep Joan company in her last moments. To at least give her a sense of peace before resting. There is no changing Joan’s fate unfortunately but at least she had a friend with her in the end…

(Heheheheh, ANFST!! >:3)

angstsysbsbh………

ofc i drew it

shame all miori’s allies keep leaving her or dying i love torturing her :3 :3

if they were friends outside of “work” tho that would be silly and sad again i love torturing her

Good Omens + Supernatural

I want to see that Crowley try to make it never happened with their imagination.

no I love this, it’s soooo rafe!! and the reader is such an icon omg!!! I always see rafe being the one with commitment issues but it was so refreshing to see the reader with them for once haha, this is such gorgeous writing who told you childhood best friends to lovers is my fav trope 🤭 and love the happy ending btw!!!

we’ve seen cheating reader but rafe who has a gf but keeps seeing u behind her back!! he will show up most nights and u will def tease him about it cs u r just better than his lil gf like that!!

bro i swear i do not support cheating just somethin ab rafe makes me throw all morals out the window… also this is a little more angst than I expected to write and goes a little bit off request but hopefully you still 🤍 it. it ends happily don’t worry!!

warnings: cheating, little bit of angst, some smut at the end!!

“Are you doin' this shit on purpose?”, he groaned.

“What?”, you smirked, sipping on your strawberry mojito. You easily threw him into a trance, leaning far enough over the bar so that your dress dipped far enough to show down your neckline.

You let him stare for a bit, then grabbed the attention of Topper to worsen the jealousy of Rafe.

“Hey, Top? Could you go get me another drink, please?”, you pouted at him, playing with your gold sun necklace between your boobs to mess with the two of them even more.

He stuttered, but obeyed, of course. Who wouldn’t do anything you asked for when you asked like that?

You smiled as Topper walked away, turning your attention back to Rafe.

“So how’s the girlfriend doing? Heard she got a new job at the country club.”

He listened, but chose not to answer - he didn’t want to think about her when he was with you.

You laughed, “I’ve gotta say, Rafe, I’m pretty surprised you let a girlfriend of yours work such a pogue job.”

He groaned, closing his eyes just to stop staring at you. “Can we not talk about her?”

“When I said I wanted to be a cart girl on the green you said that was ‘too pogue’ of a job for me - s’all I’m saying”, you raised your hands in defense.

He finished his mai tai, staring at the ice cube left in the glass. “Yeah 'cause you’re different.”

You tilted your head, urging him to continue.

“You’re brattier than her.”

“‘Cause she gives it up easier than I do,” you scowled.

He clenched his jaw and leaned forward. “S’that why every guy in this party has fucked you before, huh?”

You dug your lipgloss and mirror out of your purse, flipped the mirror open, and began to apply the gloss to your lips. “That’s not true, Rafe.”

“Really?”, he scoffed at you.

“Really.”

“Why has half of the conversation here been about the crazy shit you’ve don’t with them, then?”

You rolled your eyes, shutting the mirror and tossing the items back in your purse, “I don’t fuckin’ know, Rafe. Maybe they’re manifesting or some shit. Besides, why do you even care? I thought you had a girlfriend.”

“I care because we’ve been friends since we were like… two. I’m just… looking out for you, you know?”, he huffed, clearly frustrated. “It’s not a good look to be seen as the girl who’s fucked every guy on the island.”

“Christ, Rafe - who cares what anybody on this island thinks anyways. Anybody who truly knows me knows that isn’t true. Why should I care about the opinions of people I don’t give a shit about?!”, you ranted, voice raising with anger.

“Would you keep it down?”

“Seriously though?! All people talk about here is their status. Who gives a fuck? We’re all gonna end up in the same place, you know - dead.”

As if on cue, Topper arrived with your drink, which made your eyes go wide with excitement.

This whole conversation needs alcohol, was all you could think. Before you could grab your drink, Rafe quickly beat you to it.

“You don’t need any more alcohol,” he pushed the drink back to the bartender.

“Okay, Dad”, you scoffed, reached to Topper’s hand, grabbed his beer, and downed it.

“Hey I was drinking that!”, he scowled.

Rafe tried to wrestle the bottle out of your hands, you squealing as he did so. He settled, knowing you wouldn’t give the bottle up, now just cornering you into the bar counter to stop you from bolting.

Once you finished chugging the beer, you wiped your mouth off and stared at him. He was pissed - and you loved it.

“Can I take you home?”, he asked as calmly as he could, though he was clearly mad.

You pressed your hand to his chest, pushing it away. “Woah there Mr. Cameron. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“You know that’s not what I meant-”

“Sophie! Sophie! Rafe is-”, you drunkenly shouted to his girlfriend, wanting the secret to be out. But Rafe’s hand was already over your mouth as he pulled you away from the scene.

Once he had you outside on the gravel of the parking lot, you erupted into giggles.

“Get in the truck”, he asserted.

You obeyed, but not without complaint. “Would you relax, Rafe? I was kidding, I’m not actually gonna tell her.”

He slammed the passenger door on you and walked around to his side of the car. Starting the car, he silently drove as you hummed to the old “The Sundays” song on the radio.

He let you sing for a bit as you kept the window rolled down to feel the breeze. He hated the loud sound of the window being open, but let you leave it open anyways.

He let the song finish before posing the question he’d been waiting to ask you the whole drive: “Why’d you do that?”

You turned to look at him, and went quiet.

The truth is, you didn’t know why you did that. You were drunk, sure, but not so drunk that you’d accidentally slip the secret. You did it on purpose.

“Cause I hate that you lie to her.”

He sighed, switching the radio off. “I gave you a chance, you know,” he reminded.

Before he had ever done anything with Sophie, it was always you. He knew it was always you from the moment he met you. You just weren’t “ready for a relationship”, you always told him. And he believed you - so he settled with whatever you wanted to do.

Even if it meant just being friends with benefits.

“She’s just a placeholder for you, and you know that. So I don’t know why you’re freaking out about it”, he uttered.

“Don’t say that Rafe”, you shook your head.

“It’s the truth.”

The two of you were silent for a moment, Rafe only glancing at you worriedly every so often when you were looking out the window.

“Do you want me to break up with her?”, he proposed.

“Stop, Rafe, just stop.”

He huffed, “I just don’t know what the fuck you want me to do.”

He pulled over to a safe spot and parked the car so he could have his full attention on you.

“I don’t know what you want me to do”, he repeated. “Do you want me to break up with her?”

“No Rafe, I don’t-”

“Cause… Cause I’ve got my hands tied,” he interrupted. “I asked you if you wanted to be with me, and you said you weren’t ready, so I waited for you. Then when I was waiting for you, you got with like… three of the guys in my friend group.”

You clenched your jaw, wanting to talk back but knowing it wouldn’t help the situation.

“So then I assume you don’t want a relationship, but you’re okay with hooking up, right? Figured this whole friends-with-benefits thing was gonna work. I get a girlfriend while you’re still hooking up with all of these other guys. Now, you still don’t want to be in a relationship, but you don’t want me to be in a relationship either so that you can still hook up with me with zero commitment and all these other guys with zero commitment.”

He paused for a second.

“I tried waiting for you sweetheart, I really tried but I don’t know how much longer I can wait. It’s not fair to me, it’s not.”

“Rafe…”

“At this point, I’d rather you just reject me. It’d be easier than this,” he groaned, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Just give me an answer, will you?”

You smirked at him, and practically threw yourself on him, pressing your lips to his desperately.

The two of you made out for a solid thirty seconds, you on Rafe’s lap, before he pulled away.

“So does this mean it’s still just friends with benefits?”, he asked seriously, expression a little sad.

You laughed, kissing along his neck. “No, you idiot. This means real.”

He smirked down at you, “define real.”

You unbuttoned his shirt slowly, “real relationship, real dates, real love, real sex…”

“If what we’ve been doing is fake sex, I might just die when we have real sex”, he joked, holding onto your hips and slipping your dress strap off your shoulder, leaving a kiss on your shoulder.

“You’ll find out what real sex is soon… first you need to call your ex,” you demanded.

“Who cares about her?”, he groaned, “I already told you she was just a placeholder for you.”

“Do you want to find out what real sex and a real relationship with me is like?”

“Yes”, he immediately answered.

You grabbed his phone, typed in the password, and searched for her number.

“I’m in your favorites in your contacts list and she isn’t? Rafe…,” you whined, “that’s depressing…”

“Shut up.”

“I will,” you said once the phone began to ring, backing up just enough so you could lean over the console.

As she answered with a worried, “Is everything okay, Rafey???”, you unzipped his dress pants, and pulled out his cock, already hard, and kitten licked the tip.

He muted the phone momentarily, “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned as you hummed around him.

As he grabbed at your thighs, pushing your long dress up to your waist line and tracing the outline of your panties, he began, “Listen, Soph…”

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