Safield

💌 All asks are welcome! Whether they're SFW, NSFW, silly, angsty, headcanon-y, or something that could spiral into a whole fic idea. I’ll try to get to every single one, and if questions repeat, I’ll bundle them together like a nice little trauma burrito.

Eventually I do plan on replying with fanart too (manifesting the courage as we speak), so if you're a fellow Safield shipper, stick around for more to come!

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I love you! You are perfect!!

When will you be writing more poetry??

(FOR BAE VERSION) Max: It’s… a lot. Chloe coming back feels like reopening a box I taped shut years ago and told myself I was fine without. There’s love there. Always will be. There’s grief too. And guilt. I don’t think those ever completely go away. But I also know I can’t live in that place anymore. I worked really hard to become someone who stays. Someone who doesn’t disappear when things hurt. So I’m letting myself feel it without letting it take over. That’s the difference now. Happy to know Chloe is still unapologetic Chloe. Safi: I see how much it affects her. I don’t need details to know it’s heavy. Chloe isn’t just a person...she’s a wound, and a memory, and a version of Max that had to survive impossible choices. I’m not competing with that. I’m not trying to replace anyone. I’m just here, holding her when it hurts and reminding her she doesn’t have to carry it alone. If Chloe being back shakes the ground a little… we’ll stand on it together.

Max: …You didn’t have to be that gentle about it. Safi: Yeah, I did. You’re terrible at letting yourself be. Max: I’m literally letting myself be right now. Safi: You’re typing through it. That doesn’t count. Max: Wow. Betrayal. On my own Tumblr. Safi: I’ll make it up to you. I’ll let you photograph me dramatically staring out a window like I’m haunted. Max: You already do that. Safi: Exactly. Tradition. Max: …Thank you, though. Safi: Anytime, Caulfield. I’ve got you. Even when the past comes knocking. Max: Especially then.

(FOR BAY VERSION) Max: If I’m being honest? It feels unreal. Like the universe blinked and handed something back I already learned how to mourn. I made peace with losing Chloe or at least, I thought I had. I built a whole life around that loss. So having her alive again doesn’t erase what happened. The guilt, the grief, the years shaped by that choice… they’re still part of me. But there’s also relief. Awe. A quiet, fragile hope I’m almost afraid to touch. I don’t know what this means yet. I just know it matters. Seeing Chloe again..i'm still unpacking that.

Safi: Watching Max process this has been… humbling. Chloe coming back doesn’t undo the weight of what Max chose. It actually proves how real it was. I don’t see Chloe as a ghost from the past—she’s proof that the world can be cruel and strange enough to surprise you. If she’s alive, then she deserves to live. And Max deserves space to figure out what this changes and what it doesn’t. I’m not scared of that conversation. I’m here for it.

Max: Aw, thank you 🥺💙 We’re keeping Christmas pretty low-key. I’m not really a big crowds or chaos person, so I’m hoping for something quiet like movies, warm drinks, maybe a walk if it snows. I also want to take photos… not like, important photos, just little moments. Lights on windows, footprints, Safi pretending she doesn’t like cheesy holiday songs while absolutely humming along. That kind of thing.

Safi: Aw, thank you , my darling! “Low-key,” according to Max, means a carefully curated cozy aesthetic. But yeah..no big plans. I’m cooking (don’t ask how that’s going), she’s in charge of music, and we’re staying in. I might convince her to exchange gifts early because I’m bad at waiting.

Max: Aw, thank you! 🥺

Thirty. Wow. Hearing it out loud still feels surreal...like I blinked and went from a nervous photography student to… this version of me. But thank you. Really. <3

I celebrated exactly how I wanted: Quietly. Coffee in the morning, a walk with my camera, and then Safi ambushed me with a whole plan.

Honestly, I wasn’t planning anything big. I’ve never really been the “throw a huge party” type. But Safi didn’t let me get away with just coffee and cake. She dragged me out for the day...to all the abandon buildings she could find in the Lakeport area , ice cream (yes, even in September), and then she surprised me with a disposable camera and told me to “document the day like it’s the most important one of your life" which is really sweet. She also capped it off by dragging me to the Snapping Turtle where she made the entire place sing “Happy Birthday.” I wanted to melt into the floor… but she was holding my hand, so I stayed.

It… actually was perfect. Simple, but full of little moments I’ll remember.

Safi: And later… let’s just say I had my own private way of celebrating her. 😉

Max: Okay, deep breath… yeah. Sometimes I’m the one using it. And… I don’t know, there’s something about it that flips a switch in me. Like, usually Safi’s the one who takes control...she’s smooth, confident, she knows exactly what she’s doing. But when I’m the one on top, when it’s me pushing her back into the mattress and seeing her eyes go wide for once… it’s addictive.

She tries to keep that trademark smirk, but it doesn’t last. Pretty soon she’s clutching at me, her voice breaking on my name in this way that makes me forget everything else. And when she tilts her head back, hair sticking to her skin, completely undone...it’s… I don’t even have words. Just knowing I can do that to her? That I can make Safi Fayyad, of all people, lose her balance? Yeah. That’s my favorite thing in the world. …Oh my god. I’ve said way too much. Please, someone take my keyboard away before I embarrass myself into another dimension.

Safi: …Well. Damn. You all heard that, right? Max just wrote me a novel about how good she is at ruining me, and honestly? I’m not even mad. She’s right. Every single word.

Max: turns beet red immediately Um… Safi: grinning like a cat Oh, I love this question already. Max: Do you have to love it out loud?? Safi: Obviously. Okay, fine. Let’s just say I’m partial to anything where Max can’t escape. Max: Oh my god. Safi: What? Too much? Should I have said “holding hands respectfully, lights off, good Christian distance between us”? Max: …Yes. Please. Safi: Too late gotta answer now.

Max: “Oh my god...seriously? I have to answer this??” hides face in hands I-I mean… okay…If I had to answer, I guess I like it when I don’t have to think. When it’s simple and close, and I can just melt into her without… words. Safi makes me feel safe when she takes control. And sometimes...sometimes..I like flipping it on her just to watch her eyes go wide. But… yeah. That’s all you’re getting. blushes furiously

Safi: Oh, this is a fun one. Look at Max squirm already. Don’t let her “good girl” act fool you...she’s just as bad as me, she just blushes. Favorite position? I’ll give you the truth. My favorite? When she’s pinned under me, looking at me like she can’t decide if she wants to kiss me or cuss me out. There’s this second where she forgets how to breathe, and I live for it. Though… every once in a while, she surprises me...pushes me back, climbs on top, and suddenly she’s the one calling the shots. I pretend I hate losing control, but… spoiler: I don’t.

Max: Honestly… yeah. I’d probably build something cozy, like a little cottage with flower gardens and lanterns. Maybe a hidden library underground. Very chill, very aesthetic.

Safi: And I’d probably “accidentally” set it on fire. Or build a giant, ominous obsidian tower right next to Max’s cottage so it looks like some fairy tale villain moved in next door.

Max: That’s not fair! My poor cottage would look so out of place…

Safi: Out of place? No, Max. It would look like a storybook romance the pure-hearted cottage girl taming the big bad villain. Very poetic.

Max: …You’re just saying that because you’d grief my house and call it “art.”

Safi: And you’d still forgive me. Because then I’d hand you a stack of diamonds and say “see, worth it.”

Max: …ugh. She’s right.

Safi: Look, I’ll admit it...Max is sneakier than she looks. Everyone assumes I’m the chaos, but she’s the one who puts a bucket of lava above my door like some cartoon villain.

Max: laughing That was ONE time! And you didn’t even die, you just screamed and logged off.

Safi: I screamed because I was betrayed. I thought you were the cottagecore angel of the server, Max. Turns out you’re a saboteur with a flower crown.

Max: …Okay, but in my defense, it was really funny watching you panic.

Safi: mock dramatic This is toxic. Actual toxic behavior. I build you a throne out of netherite blocks and you repay me with a lava prank?

Max: …You built the throne for yourself, Safi. You just put a sign that said “Max’s Throne (property of Safi).”

Max: Honestly? Safi. She’s warm, annoyingly cozy, and she somehow makes me feel safe without trying.

Safi: Pfft. Safe? I’m not your teddy bear, Max. And I’m not big spoon because I want to be...I just… end up there because you insist on flopping onto me like a dramatic cat.

Max: Hey! I’m graceful when I collapse. It’s… strategic.

Safi: Strategic, huh? Yeah, sure. That’s why you take up eighty percent of the blanket too.

Max: …Fine. I’m big spoon sometimes too. Don’t get used to it.

Safi: I’m not… I’ll just glare at you while you hog the blanket.

Max: …See? Big spoon me next time. You’d like that.

Safi: Maybe. But don’t think I’m letting you touch my hair.

Max: Definitely Safi. She pretends she doesn’t care but the second someone so much as breathes in my direction she’s suddenly glaring daggers.

Safi: Excuse me? I don’t get jealous. I get… concerned. There’s a difference.

Max: Concerned about what? My “tragic tendency” to trip into conversations with people who are obviously into me?

Safi: …See? This is exactly why you can’t be trusted alone. You’re like a magnet for chaos.

Max: laughs Or maybe you’re just bad at sharing.

Safi: Not bad at sharing. Selective.

Max: Uh-huh. That’s why you nearly spilled coffee on that girl in the library when she complimented my hair.

Safi: That was an accident.

Max: Sure it was.

Safi: Keep talking and next time it won’t be coffee.

Max: Uhh… knowing my luck? Moses would probably walk in at the worst possible moment. Like..I’d finally work up the courage to kiss Safi and BAM, there’s Moses, arms crossed, smirking, saying something like “well that explains a lot.” I don’t think I’d ever live that down. Honestly, I’d hope I could just tell him myself, but I freeze up with that stuff, so… accidental kiss discovery feels tragically realistic.

Safi: If it were up to me? I'd definitely tell Moses first, he's my best friend, unless he uses that bottle cap game on me well yeah..I guess he finds out that way. Honestly though I’d just blurt it out in front of him during lunch and watch Max choke on her coffee. Way more entertaining.

Max: “…Oh my god. If Safi just… suddenly turned into Chloe?” pauses, rubs the back of her neck “That’s… complicated. Like, on one hand, my brain would probably short-circuit. Because Chloe is Chloe. But Safi is...” she gestures vaguely like she can’t explain it “...Safi. If that happened, I’d be suspicious. The multiverse can only handle one Chloe Price. I’d probably have a meltdown. Also, imagine Chloe’s snark and Safi’s chaotic shapeshifter energy combined. That’s a war crime waiting to happen.”

SAFI: "Wow. Rude. But also… valid. Though, if I did shapeshift into Chloe, you know I’d absolutely mess with you. Walk in, lean against the wall, say “sup, Caulfield” in the exact Chloe tone...watch your soul leave your body. And then steal your Polaroid camera. Max would instantly fold like a lawn chair. Don’t lie, Caulfield, you’d be tempted.” Leans closer with a smirk towards Max “But really? I wouldn’t want to be Chloe. Max doesn’t get it...I like being me. I like being the one that makes her all flustered. If I shapeshifted into Chloe, I’d lose my edge. And where’s the fun in that?”

MAX: …See? Exactly why this would be a nightmare.

SAFI: Nightmare? Or dream come true? wink

MAX: Toxic. Yuri.

Safi: Oh my goddd. Don’t even get me started. Half of those edits make me look like the unhinged main character in a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers fanfic... which, okay, not wrong. But then you add Lana Del Rey over it and suddenly I’m feral on main.

Also WHY are you all obsessed with slow-zooming on my side-eye at Max?? Like yeah, maybe I was looking at her like she hung the moon, but did you have to put it in 0.5x speed with a sparkly filter? Rude.

...not that I haven’t saved a few of them. For “research.” Obviously.

Max: Oh god. The edits. 😳 I swear every time I open TikTok someone’s turned a three-second clip of Safi and me standing near each other into a whole cinematic trailer about doomed love or something. Like... guys, sometimes she’s just handing me a pen??

But... okay, fine. Some of them are really pretty. The color grading, the music choices and some of you are honestly better editors than half the indie filmmakers I know. And yeah, it’s... flattering? Embarrassing? Both??

(Also Safi definitely has a secret playlist of them, but she’ll deny it to the grave.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Safi: wow, okay max, “sometimes she’s just handing me a pen” ?? you really think tiktok is gonna believe that? babe, the tension. the eye contact. that was Oscar-worthy.

Max: ...Safi, it was literally a pen.

Safi: a pen that CHANGED LIVES.

Max: 🙄 see, this is why the edits look like indie romance trailers. you keep narrating our lives like you’re in a poetry slam.

Safi: and you love it. admit it.

Max: ... ...maybe.

Max: oh my god lmao okay first of all...hi!! second of all… ugh, yes. Safi definitely still smokes around me sometimes. I’ve tried to glare at her when she does it, but she just blows the smoke in some dramatic artsy direction and acts like she’s in a noir film and it’s not fair.

Do i find it hot?? ...I plead the fifth.

But like... in my defense?? she knows what she’s doing. It’s the rings on her fingers and the slow way she exhales and the attitude. You try surviving that without developing a crush.

i’m just here for a good time and a lungful of secondhand smoke apparently.

Safi: Guilty as charged. Buutttt.. in my defense, max gives me this look whenever i light up...like a mix between judgmental librarian and “i’m trying really hard not to kiss you right now.” you’d smoke too if it got that reaction.

Do i do it on purpose? Maybe. Is it a little hot watching her try not to look at my mouth? ..Absolutely.

But honestly? it’s not even about the cigarette half the time. It’s about the way she watches me, like she’s trying to figure me out and getting mad she can’t. Adorable. 10/10 would make her suffer again.

Ughhh. Okay, the candy, real talk? Kinda. The candy thing started as a joke like, “ooh look at me, I’m sooo quirky, I’ve replaced my lung rot sticks with sour apple lollipops.” But then it... sorta worked?

The sugar distracts my brain just enough, and I like having something to fidget with when I’m anxious or restless...which is like, always. It’s not a full fix though. I still get cravings, especially when I’m writing or spiraling emotionally (so... daily).

Max hides my stash sometimes. I pretend to be mad but, yeah, she’s kind of the reason I’m not chain-smoking through our entire relationship like it’s a French indie film.

Max: Okay wow, uh first of all, I’m blushing. Second of all... this is a painfully hard choice??

I mean, taking Safi to an abandoned building is kind of a no-brainer. She looks stupidly good in moody lighting, and watching her try to pose on a broken windowsill like she’s in a Vogue shoot while I yell "don’t fall!!"... definitely could be a core memory.

But ice cream dates are sweet in a completely different way. She always picks the weirdest flavor, on the board just to be chaotic, and then ends up stealing mine. Every. Time. (Not that I mind. It’s kind of become our thing.)

Coffee dates are risky though. Caffeine turns her into a complete menace like, she’ll start reciting poetry in fake accents or flirting with the barista just to make me jealous. But she always saves me the foam art, so. I guess I forgive her.

And bookstores? That’s like... sacred territory. I love watching her eyes scan the shelves like she's hunting for something important. We always end up in the poetry section. And I always end up taking a photo of her when she’s not looking , well sort of actually I still can't get a good photo of her and she won't let me.

So yeah. All of them. Safi’s the kind of person who makes anywhere feel like the right place to be. Even if it’s just... sitting on a curb, eating half-melted ice cream and talking about the moon.

Safi:

Oh my goddd, not you exposing us with Max’s journal receipts! Honestly? I’d say yes to all of the above and second of all , rude that you’re making me choose between climbing through tetanus-laced windows or letting Max pick out a weird indie zine while I pretend not to be watching her the whole time. (Spoiler: I’m always watching. Especially when she’s biting her lip trying to pick between rocky road or matcha swirl.)

Honestly? The abandoned bowling alley building shoot was iconic. Grimy floor, broken windows, that one giant bowling mascot monster that wouldn't stop judging us...peak romance. But there’s something about the simplicity of a bookstore date. The soft quiet, the coffee in-hand, the way she gets lost flipping through photography books and forgets I’m there. (Not really. She never forgets I’m there.)

Coffee date? Dangerous. I talk too much when I’m caffeinated and Max just stares at me like I’m a puzzle she almost has figured out.

So maybe… ice cream first, bookstore second, coffee date , and breaking into a condemned theater after dark? A perfect date is a little sweet, a little dangerous, and a lot of me.