(n) Things better left unsaid. There will always be things that are better left unsaid, or for this matter not sent.

Because we all deserve to feel at home, even if it's in oblivion. Prompt: She sees a house that's not a home. It's where he leaves, but he never left. She lives where he leaves and never left. It becomes a home that's not a house.

A collection of oneshots/drabbles about Maine Mendoza and Richard Faulkerson Jr. A mish-mash of happenstances - already happened, happening now, or will happen in the future. Contains AUs as well, until I get over my laziness and segregate them into different books. Disclaimer: these are all work of fiction. Wag funny.