#i met my gf of over 2 years now at one of the like? 3-4?? parties ive gone to and gotten drunk at

[screamingay]

sometimes i see posts abt people having casual sex with ppl they aren't attracted to and im starting to think my reaction to that is almost fully in a "ive never been in that situation bc im in a long term monogamous relationship and never really partied or had a lot of friends so it's an alien concept to me" way lmao im glad yall are having fun tho

[all2angels]

hi im the stoner gee anon.. :3 im back 4 more.. and its bad its not even stoner gee anymorw..

2019 gee who grooms u and wants to make u his oblivious-to-how-wrong-your-relationship-is gf/bf!! you guys would meet at some umbrella academy panel thing. he's so enamored by you when you walk up to the table, so much so that when you ask for a signature and drawing, he just HAS to put his number on there..

you're happy, anyone would be happy that a celebrity noticed them. but no, this is gerard way.. the man of ur dreams. as soon as you get home, you lock yourself in your room and text him, shuffling around and pacing like crazy as you anticipate his response. he starts off easy, just making small talk and asking you about your dreams... then a few weeks in or so, he'll drop the bomb that he slipped you his number 'cus he thought you were so beautiful. just stunning, actually.

he eventually starts talking about issues in his own relationship, telling you about how the sex is just so boring and sad.. how his marriage doesn't even feel like a marriage anymore. you feel a little uncomfortable that he's telling you this, but anything to help your heroic idol, right?! then he goes back to how pretty you are, saying that he wishes he had married you, that you were older so he could've met you earlier, so it could actually happen.

there's a night where he calls you, and he's breathing quite heavily. you ask, "what's wrong?" and he brushes it off, replying with a dismissive "nothing." on the other side of the line, his pants are tugged down, his hand's just ghosting over his cock, and he's so turned on. he's been thinking about you so much lately. "how was your day?" he asks, now teasing the tip of his cock, smearing pre-cum over it.. you're not even sure what's going on, but you oblige, telling about how mundane it all was. you can hear small whines over the phone, but you keep going. his hand is going so fast, pumping up and down with every word you say. you get to how you took a shower earlier, a fleeting comment, and he quite literally cums seconds after, with the photo in his imagination. he tries to hold the moans back, but he can't. and it's all finally clicked in your mind.

that was so long. i'm so sorry. but i'm not. i love your posts and these r my gifts to you <3

tw: MAJOR TW! underage, grooming, weirdo behavior. dead dove don't eat i didn't edit this this is literally my pure, unedited thoughts. i did not hold back LMFAO

STONER GEE ANON 😭😭😭😭 i want to give you the world. THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!

i love this dynamic so much ong MY TAKE BELOW

you swear that it wasn't creepy. like, a man in his forties giving his underage fan his number sounds bad, but it didn't sound bad to you. because he was your hero, he saved your life! it's not creepy.

it was when he admitted that he gave you his number because he thought you were attractive that you were hit my a bad, nauseating feeling. but you buried that feeling deep, deep down. he was just complimenting you. gerard way thought you were attractive circled your head alot.

gerard likes to talk a lot. he can go on and on about media that he likes. whether it be a book or a music album, he can go on for ages. you don't have the heart not to listen or tell him you were busy or anything. this was the person that gave you comfort for years, how could you deny a chance to talk to him? even if he's the only one talking.

then it stopped being about comic books, music, or books. things got personal. really personal. and, honestly you were a little uncomfortable when he shared graphic descriptions about his sex life. did you stop him? no. it was gerard way. you awkwardly laughed when he said he wished he could marry you, hoping he was joking even though you knew he wasn't.

this goes on for almost everyday. he'd lock himself in his office, talking to you for hours. when you told him you had school or anything, he'd guilt trip you until he settles for a quick (2, 3 hour?) call before you go to bed.

but despite your gut telling you that he has ill intentions, you were so attached. you were already attached before he gave you his number. and maybe that's why he felt so comfortable sharing these things with you like there were no possible consequences. he knows you can't let go of him.

and maybe that's why he has no shame when he calls you, dick in hand, painfully hard and asking about your day. your voice sounded so good to him, he could've finished just by listening to you. but when you let it slip that you showered was more than he could ask for. he let out a moan that you could hear from your end of the call and when you realized what was happening you hung up quickly.

nothing changed after that. he messaged you asking when you were free so you both could hop in a call, like he didn't just have a one sided SOP with you. you obviously didn't address it. but, you also gave him the time you were available. because how could you decline talking to your hero?

[clearlydiamondz]

Can you do Erik with a bratty gf glasses wearing girl ????

Rule #1: Refer to me as only daddy or sir

Rule #2: No panties

Rule #3: No cumming unless given you permission

Rule #3: No touching unless given permission

Rule #4: Always be honest

Rule #5: Don't be a Brat, Punishment will meet actions

(Y/N) sadly looked at Erik as he got ready for work. She knew that he was going to be busy all day for his 12 hour shift, probably not being able to see her for the rest of the day but that didn't matter. She needed him. She was mad at herself for being tired when she came over. Her classes had her stuck in her laptop and books, so as she soon as she saw his bed she was out like a light.

Erik didn't mind though, he knew that (Y/N) was working hard to become a RN, and he also knew that she needed her rest. Matter of fact, he needed her to have all her rest for Spring Break that was ahead. He was determined to use her to his content, (obviously with her consent) and he needed her to have all her rest. He took off the entire week just to spend time with her. This was the last day.

"Don't look at me like that." he told her. Her pouting, and her eyes enhanced by the glasses made him want to just call out and fuck her senseless now.

"I just miss you. I haven't had you in what.. two weeks?" she complained. He closed his eyes sighing. The way this girl was so persuasive didn't help his need for her. He grabbed her by his cheeks making her look at him. "Please daddy, I just want to put my mouth on it. Two minutes, please?" she pouted again. His squeeze tightened as her glasses moved on her face, being crooked. She fixed her glasses by pushing them with her middle finger in the middle.

"Be a good girl, okay? Daddy will take care of you when he gets home if your good okay? We will go to one of your favorite restaurants, I promise." he told her grabbing his coat and his lunch. He was dreading going into his 12-hour shift at the hospital as a neuro-surgeon.

The two of them met at a medical convention in L.A almost a year ago. Her school decided to do a field trip for all medical students to be able to have a chance of networking. He was a speaker at the convention, and immediately she caught his eye. She was in the front row, taking notes with her iPad with her red zee-loo framed glasses. She asked the most questions, and was the most entuned in the conversation. Obviously, a lot of the girl students were asking questions about him personally because of how good looking he was. (Y/N) was different, she wanted to get all of the details on the health field.

Now, here they are almost a year later, and Erik has have her heart and he has hers. Helping her with her studies, letting have a place to lay her head when she didn't want to be with her roommates.

Her pouting face was now angry, Erik automatically realized it. "Fix your face." he gave her a kiss on the lips as she rolled her eyes. Luckily, he didn't see it as he turned around walking to the door. "Break a rule and your ass is mine! Daddy loves you!" he yelled and he was out the door. She turned around looking at his empty apartment.

12 fucking hours.

She was on hour 8 and she did everything she could think off. She turned in some last minutes assignments, did the laundry, clean out his refrigerator, and cleaned up the entire apartment. She still had time to herself, so she decided to have a little fun. She'll start of small.

Recently just getting out the show, she sat in front of his wide body mirror taking pictures of herself. Some were innocent, some were not so innocent.

Erik sat down exhausted from the five hour surgery of a a traumatic car crash. Grabbing his phone, he saw that their was a few text messages from his dear (Y/N) grabbing it. Opening the text, he immediately put it back to his chest as he saw glimpses of what she was doing.

He turned around to make sure that there was no one staring from behind, before lowering his brightness and looking at the photos. "My God..." he whispered to himself.

There she took an innocent looking picture on the bed with nothing on. He could even see in the picture how she sat where her thighs and ass making her thickness more provident. The only piece of clothing (more like accessory) was those same red framed glasses that made him fall in love even more. The things he wanted to make her do was dangerous.

The next photo was her sitting on the floor, leaned against the bed with her spreading her pussy wide enough for him to see but not enough to see everything. The hints of red on her toes, on her fingers, and her glasses was something that was sending him on edge, especially with her dark skin.

Erik : Did I not tell you to touch yourself.. you tryna get that ass spanked I see.

(Y/N): Daddy I haven't touched myself, I just sent you pictures.

(Y/N): But it's so hard, can I play with one of your pillows daddy?

(Y/N): Technically I wouldn't be touching myself...

Erik : No little girl, what the fuck did I tell you

It was a minute before he received a response. He assumed she was upset with him for denying her a rightfully and much needed orgasm but he didn't care.

He was sadly mistaken.

There in their text thread, was a video of her riding one of his pillows, nipples hard, and clitoris grinding against the pillow. She was definitely in need of a orgasm with the way her clit was swollen and moving against the pillow.

Her eyes was to the back as she continued winding her hips, gripping onto the pillow with one hand and playing with her titties on the other hand.

With his eye twitching, his dick damn near pulsating, he knew he couldn't finish the rest of the shift.

[genderstarbucks]

Coming Out Post Ig?

I don't really know where to start with this so I'm just gonna get into it

Cw for a bit of a long rant, no triggering topics but just read with some slight caution

I think I'm bigay? I've been questioning my sexuality for about 4 years and I could never find a label that stuck. I started with bisexual, then pansexual, then throughout the years my sexuality has changed but it's been mostly been between bi and gay. I've used homoflexible a few times, and it felt right, but something felt off. I felt it didn't completely cover what my attraction felt like. It's been hard for me to differentiate between romantic and sexual attraction, so I've just been using non-sam labels, and just saying I'm bisexual with a lean. Recently I've used abrosexual and that felt right too, but not completely. I've tried abrogay and abroachillean because I am mostly gay but it just didn't feel completely right, I didn't feel complete. I used to be an exclusionist (ew) and against mspec lesbians/gays/straights but luckily I've had friends and this wonderful community to educate me. I think the only reason I was an exclus was because I had internalized bigayphobia, as soon as someone taught me what it was, it really wasn't that hard to understand. Some people are on the sam and some people are fluid between 2 labels. I also think it was because I was with a toxic friend group (who I've since dropped ((thank god)) who was VERY against mspec lesbians/gays/straights. I mean, I also used to be anti-mogai because my ex gf was pounding it into my head how "bad" it was (she was literally cis too lmao) I'm glad I've met and am in such a wonderful community that is accepting of all good-faith identities. Anyway, earlier today I started researching bigay more and kept re-reading the description as to why someone might use the term bigay and then I realized. That's me. I am bigay. The term that actually resonates with me is the thing I've been avoiding the most. I was literally TERRIFIED about adding bigay to my prns page (ik I don't have to but I just want to) even though I know the only people who are gonna see it are my friends (who are accepting of it) and anybody who clicks on the link in my pinned post (which is most likely gonna be an inclus) I've been thinking about if I'm bigay (or just mspec gay) for a while now, but I refused to even accept myself of the possibility of being an mspec gay. I genuinely don't understand exclusionists, I used to be one and all I did was do a little research as to why someone might identify that way, and I changed my views. If you can accept things like nonbinary boy or agender girl, then you can accept mspec lesbians/gays/straights too. I'm glad I've cut off those exclus friends, now I can finally be myself. I think my sexual journey is over, I think this is the label I've been looking for, for so long. Ykw I'm proud to say I'm bigay, I'm proud to use contradictory labels. I'm a nonbinary boy AND a biromantic gay, and I'm god damn proud of it. If you're questioning whether you're mspec and a lesbian/gay/straight then it's okay. Those labels aren't "bad" or "invalid", if it describes you, then use it. You can use "contradictory" labels if you'd like, don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. All that matters is that you accept yourself, all that matters is using the labels you want that make you feel comfortable.

My identity has come a long way over the years, but I think I'm finally happy to say I'm comfortable where I am. I'm an agender boy, enboy and a demienboy, also bigay, and exclusionists can fuck off!

I didn't mean to make this that long but oh well 💀

TLDR; Sexuality confusing, omg I'm a bigay. Fuck exclusionists.

Edit: I think I'm just like every label besides wlw/lesbian, I'm gay, bi, pan, EVERYTHING

Edit 2: Okay nvm guys 💀 Charlie, one of my alters is a transbian and I'm transgay so collectively we're a lesboy, turigirl, gaybian and literally every other orientation

Edit 3: Okay I figured it out, I'm omnibi gay (as in general bi gay) and an omnibi gay man

Edit 4: I'm just every sexuality besides wlw/lesbian labels and I'm also multivelfluid

Edit 5: nvm I lied I'm just bigay

Edit 6: I'm such a fucking liar I'm actual bigay, abrogay and pomogay

[bentosandbox]

More sporadic Lone Trail ramblings/TLs

prev one here this time more about the saria/kirsten/mumu trio and fanservice and the CGs in general spoiler warning etc etc

1

(From 4-END) Silence asks Saria if she's incapable of standing against Rhine Lab because deep inside she's the same as them and when she finally answers she's like

......I'm sorry, Silence. I did think about it thoroughly, but I can't give you a definitive answer. If Kirsten's experiment does touch a law that should not have been, then I will stop her, just like all the mistakes Rhine Lab has committed over the years-- they ought to be corrected, for I have always believed, the more power one holds, the less they should act recklessly. But if I were to go back in time, to the moment where Kirsten and I first met, when everything had yet to transpire...I would not have stopped her then, nor the birth of Rhine Lab. Yes, even if I knew that Rhine Lab would create this many Catastrophes, even if I could have predicted that Kirsten, Parvis and Ferdinand would eventually grow out of control-- I would still have stood together with them as I did.

(From 5-END) Mumu:

Did you know? Back then, Saria and I even picked out Kirsten's clothes. Yup, Saria cares about fashion more than she does! (Control truly only has 1[or 2 lol] things in her brain)

Yara (HR and the one responsible for Silence2's outfit) is basically kind of a parent figure to Kirsten 🥹 (so I guess they're a parallel to Silence and Iffy...)

uhm what else. the 3 of them used to go stargazing together and in a flashback mumu picks up a (shiny) rock

Mumu: Kirsten, see that rock on the ground? What does it look like? Kirsten: ...... Mumu: It's like Saria, right? It's so hard(like, firm) and yet it shines so 'perfectly'! Kirsten: ...Like the stars.

idk how global is going to do this part but in CN (and in JP?) Rhine Lab is literally 'Rhine Life' and mumu asks if Kirsten really wants to name it that instead of something like 'Rhine Physics' since she 'just wants to fly to the sky' and she says no, RL is good, because

I want to know what exactly are the stars we see. I want to know what lies beyond the barrier wrapping around us. I want to know...to see just what kind of land do we live in, if I can really take a look while standing among the stars.......Most of the answers I want are about 'us'.

oh one last one quote out of context for you fic writers Saria (to mumu): You're the same as always. The moment you get a little nervous, you forget just how frail your body is.

2

Love the idea of mumu being doc's bestie/oomfie but her and hol's lines/whatever else have irreparably damaged the AK ecosystem fr tbqhwyf and i thought skadol was bad lol. Now we'll have triple the NTR jokes great amazing wonderful (i launch myself into space)

'But its rationalized they're all the last of their kind!!!!' Justification doesn't fucking matter the damage has been done to their (perceived) characters i want my insane morally fucked up scientists not some generic lonely gf that steals the mc from other girls or some harem bullshit forgot what the term was and i dont want to know

Imagine getting a generic ass cg of 'pov mumu is so sad and helpless and needs your help to rescue her!!' (this happens after and not getting one for the extremely kino saria and mumu fight where you find out more about just how inter-connected the 3 of them were (are…?) and saria is first overwhelmed by all the water and she remarks how shes has never seen water(from mm) this turbulent before but within the waves she cant find the elf and all she finds is are sad eyes and tears…I can only feel pity for Mumu fans who don't give a damn about shipping themselves for her. speaking of CGs...

3

AK is clearly inspired and references a lot of IRL media and it shows with their graphic design work (UI, motion graphics etc) here's a link to a Lone Trail analysis but....for some reason the story CGs are quite bereft of the same energy (dare i say passion even lol) imo

ofc CGs are to immerse you in the story etc etc and they're really pretty but

how immersive is a fucking practically copypasted photobashed kirsten (the CG is very beautiful otherwise I love aZling4's rendering style sm.. probably my second favourite CG after the depressing 2nd lobby one you get post-ST4 where......shes also in the same pose.........motherfuckers)

Like man could you not have posed him any other way than hand in pocket with average cosplayer photoshoot lighting

this CG of hol almost getting rekt by saria is pretty weak imo that grip is non-existent nothing much to say (atm) about hol but that i love fanart where she looks/acts like a freak instead of (90% of fanart)

saria literally just fell from almost space back to earth and she looks almost unscathed lol mumu's water can't possibly be that rejuvenating

Maybe it's meant to be kind of incomprehensible but uh when the story went tonight the truth is finally glimpsed by humans for the first time or something I was like ....what is even happening in this picture lol

idk like doing partitioned CGs like how limbus does it would be so good tbh sometimes all they just show is a face and its like ? all that space? I'm guessing the artists have to do the concept/compositions themselves and some just have fresher ideas than others or time constraints etc basically i would just love to see CGs that are references to kino movie shots or something, they love movies so much right??? what about some good cinematography????

Dont want to sound like im flexing my useless veterans card or whatever but like. im a day 0 fan, i played their OBT, i started my acc on day 1, i remember being so excited about this game being so different from the other mobages, i didn't like how GFL was becoming way way more fanservicey then so AK was like a literal noah's ark with a whole bunch of artists ive revered from my touhou days, and now seeing it (inevitably!) slide towards GFL and the average mobage has me like 'well im glad limbus exists they let their women wear pants and be irredeemably insane(looking at you talulah 🥲)'

regardless of all that complaining this might beat italiano perros for favourite event because i was one of those kids with a space phase and something about the trio's dynamic.... (brain chugging) something about water unable to move unshakeable earth (but it can soften though...) that in turn can never reach the sky you know you know just like how a tiger can never be on the same level as a dragon 'real' animal vs mythical

[jaegerisim]

Vent post

there are several tw so heed the tags! if you do not want to read this pls scroll past! <3

i've been an abusive on and off relationship for the last 2 years.

the guy is a year older than me and we first started dating 4 months after we'd first met. it was shortly after i was raped.

so, i was still traumatized. i did not want to kiss him or get physical. he began to emotionally manipulate me, until i agreed to kiss him and officially date him. he told me it would be a simple kiss. it wasn't. he began to make out with me and i was like "ok. fine. i can do this" but then he began to take my clothes off. i told him to stop. that i didn't want to continue he told me he wouldn't hurt me. that he loved me and wanted what was best for me. for us. i said nothing and reluctantly had sex with him.

2 days later he started an argument over me having spent 4 hours eating with my friends when i initially said it would only take 2 hours. i cried. he cried too. i felt bad bc he said that he was only looking out for me and was worried for me. i naïvely believed him. i felt like i was the bad guy. like i was the one who had done something wrong. i apologized and he forgave me.

3 days later he asked for some space (we'd only been dating for 5 days). i accepted and believed he would txt me after he'd felt like enough time had passed.

a month later he blocked me. i spent the whole night crying in a panic attack wondering what i'd done wrong.

3 days after he'd blocked me, he unblocked me and sent 19 texts calling me a slut, a whore, a freak, a bitch, a cunt. said he'd never loved me and only wanted me for the sex and my body. that he loved another girl. i immediately blocked him.

i spent the next 2 months in a depression and constant state of anxiety. i self harmed and was irritable. i isolated myself from my friends and family.

i saw him again when the uni year started. he told me he loved me and wanted me back. i ignored him the first 2 months. the third month, he began to flirt with a bunch of sorority girls and spread shit about me. these girls harassed me, both online and in real life, for 5 months. i began to date a new guy that was sweet and loving. my abuser began to bully him, until the guy eventually dumped me and even left uni. i fell into another depression.

my abuser came to me and said he was sorry for everything. that it wouldn't happen again. that he wanted me back, that he loved me. he bullied the girls and drove them to commit suicide.

i told him to go to therapy. he got diagnosed with bpd, sociopathy, psychopathy, ptsd and major depression. he was on all sorts of medication. after that we began to date again and he said he wanted me to keep us quite. i naïvely agreed. then he asked for marriage. i accepted and told my family about us. they weren't happy but said nothing bc they saw that i was happy.

we stopped seeing each other when my family and i went on holidays. he didn't call or text. said it was bc he had lost my phone number when his phone feel down the stairs and broke (his "new" phone looks exactly the same as his "old" one). my family told me to break up with him. i argued with my family but they eventually let me keep dating him.

2 weeks after we'd seen each other again, a friend texts me and says that he (a senior) was caught hitting on a freshman. i cried and threw up, but i broke up with him. he begged me to not break up with him. i didn't budge.

now a week later, he is calling me a stalker, a bitch, a slut while stalking me and my gf. he follows me home. he takes pictures of me. he has manipulated underclassmen into stalking me for him.

idk what to do atp. i feel horrible and i feel dirty and disgusting.

[shipcestuous-two]

ShipCestFan's "IRL Observations" - Ep 3

Hey, Shipcestuous. ShipCestFan back with another episode of “ShipCestFan’s IRL Observations”. LOL So I’ve already told the tale of my gf in college and her odd family. Now, I want to move on to another observation while I was still in college.

After I broke up with Jill from the previous tale, I moved into a huge party house with 3 other guys. We were like the guys from the movie, Animal House. LOL I lived with these guys for 2 years. I was now in my 4th year of my 6-year poor-man’s plan to get an undergraduate degree. lol

One of my roommates was a handsome but shy, engineering major with deep-set blue eyes, blonde hair and a gap between his two front teeth. Let’s call him Tony. Tony was one year younger than me, so about 20 years old. He had a younger sister who was a Senior in HS and had plans to come to our university. Let’s call her Tina. Tina was 17ish when I first met her. She looked identical to her brother with deep-set blue eyes and the same gap between her two front teeth. She had shoulder length brown hair to her brother’s sparse, short blonde cut. Tina also had an incredible body with a very large bosom that all of us guys pined after.

My first shippey observation between Tina and Tony was when Tina was still in HS and came to visit us for the first time for the weekend. The big house had only 4 bedrooms that were occupied by me and my 3 roommates, including her brother. Rather than Tina crashing on the couch, she crashed with her brother in his bedroom and their door was shut through the night. I didn’t really think this was TOO odd, but I did find it…interesting, especially since they had shut and locked the door with both in the room. Remember, my radar had now been raised after my experience with my ex-gf and her family.

That Saturday night while Tina was visiting, she, her brother and I went to a local bar to listen to some live music. It was just the 3 of us and we had a blast. This was mid-80s so drinking age was 19 and that allowed Tony and I to drink like fish while Tina snuck in her own alcohol and hallucinogenics. lol By 1AM the night was over and we were all 3 feeling pretty loose as we walked back to our party house.

On the way, we had to pass through a trail cut into thick brush that led to our house. We were all 3 pretty obscured by the brush while on this trail. I was in front of them with Tina behind me and Tony behind his sister. As we walked through the brush, hidden from public view, I hear them giggling and then suddenly hear Tina blurting out, “Don’t palm your sister’s ass. Brother’s are supposed to touch their sisters like that.”

Immediately, I turned to find both of them standing side-by-side and looking at me with Cheshire grins – their matching gaps in their front teeth making them look like twins. I chuckled a bit awkwardly and ignored the comment, turning and continuing. That night, again, brother and sister were locked away in his bedroom. My bedroom was next to his, and I remember lying there, wondering what was really going on in there?

A year later, Tina arrived to our college as an 18yo freshman. But she was not getting along with her randomly-assigned, new roommate, so she spent most of her time at our party house, as us guys were in our 2nd year of living together.

One day, I came home from classes early in mid-afternoon due to a cancellation. The house seemed empty and quiet, as I headed to my bedroom on the 2nd floor of the grand, 3-story home. Bouncing up the long staircase, I suddenly heard muffled mumbling and what can best be described as the sound of “rustling”. When I turned the corner to go to my bedroom, I had to pass Tony’s bedroom. His door was open and he was in bed, watching TV. Tina was lying next to him. No one else had been in the house.

What I immediately noticed and found odd was that brother and sister had the comforter covering the lower half of their bodies. This was strange because it was an unusually warm, spring day and the grand ol’ home had no a/c, so it was rather warm already. I stopped at his door to chat and say hello and couldn’t help feel like they were acting nervous as they tried to make small talk. I went to my bedroom, again, convinced that the situation was odd…very odd. I couldn’t help get the sense that they had been fooling around and were partly naked. And my sudden interruption gave them only enough time to throw the comforter over their lower-half, naked bodies.

And the final event that happened that made me raise my eyebrows was when we had one of the biggest parties ever in the house. It turned into a block party with tons of strangers crashing it. By now, I was intrigued by Tony and Tina and kept my eye on them. Several times during the night, they’d stand side-by-side and acted almost more like boyfriend-girlfriend than siblings. When the party ended, and folks were strewn across the floor crashed out, Tony and Tina made their way again to his bedroom – door shut and locked. Flash forward a decade.

About 10 years later, I found myself reconnecting with an old friend. He had been there at that infamous, blowout party, and we started reminiscing about it. Now mind you, I had not ever told anyone about my suspicions between Tony and Tina. So as I’m talking with my friend, he casually asked what the siblings were up to, having met them at the party? After giving him an update that last I’d heard the sibling had, both, moved out west (U.S.) together, my buddy unloads a revelation on me. I remember him saying, “ShipCestFan, as sure as the sun rises, I am absolutely convinced Tony was fucking his sister.” Whoa! My mouth dropped.

I remember asking him why he thought that, without revealing my own suspicions or observations? My friend said that on the night of that infamous party, he had crashed on an old raggedy sofachair in the hallway of the 2nd floor where all the bedrooms and a bathroom resided. The chair was tucked in a darkened corner so he was out of view.

He continued, saying that he couldn’t sleep and was wide awake when, some time in the middle of the night / early morning, while everyone was presumably asleep, Tony’s bedroom door creaked opened and out came Tina donned in a teddy. I remember laughing and accusing my friend of making shit up. He passionately swore on his life that Tina exited the bedroom to head to the bathroom in a red, lace, see-through teddy and nothing else. He said she quietly tip-toed to the bathroom, did her business and quietly returned to her brother’s bedroom. Mmmkay.

That was the end of my reminiscing with my friend, but two things jumped out at me after that revelation. First, without me putting any thoughts in his head, this friend had suddenly and independently validated what I had also observed and long suspected – that a cestship existed between Tony and Tina. And secondly, if he was telling the truth that Tina exited wearing sexy, intimate wear, then brother and sister were WAY beyond just an emotional or “light” cestship. They were deep into hot sex in the way a husband and wife might share with sexy lingerie and everything!

So there it is. My story of my former college roommate and his hot sister. I have no idea what happened to them after hearing they both headed west together. First my roommate went and then I heard Tina followed him. I wonder if they ended up living as husband and wife for decades? Or if their union was just a brief excursion into taboo land for a few years? What I have concluded after all of these years is that Tony and Tina had probably been in a cestship long before I discovered or even met them.

I remember back when we were living together in college, I met a mutual friend from their hometown and who grew up with them. I asked about Tony and Tina’s family. The friend told me that Tony and Tina’s family was one of the richest in their small hometown… like filthy rich. Their dad was a successful businessman, consumed with work and never home. And mom was apparently a hands-off mom who preferred to be a socialite at dinner parties… so she was also rarely home.

What this family life told me and allowed me to conclude is that Tony and Tina were probably often left home alone… just the two of them once they were old enough. There is that “perfect storm” I’ve mentioned before that often leads to a cestship. I think at some point, with both of alone and with their burgeoning sexuality needing release, the siblings began to explore with each other alone in their big, beautiful house with no one the wiser. And by the time they both arrived at college, they were seasoned shippers. I kind of hope they’re still together today, decades later. They did make a very cute couple but you could DEFINITELY tell they were siblings – the same deep-set, sunken eyes and front-teeth gap. Nearly twins.

So there you have it. Another observation from me. Remember, I’m nearing 6 decades of life so I’ve observed a lot. More to come! LOL

--

What a pity we’ll never know for sure! But the evidence is damning, when all added up together. It’s very shippy, regardless. They sound so close. 

Thank you so much for sharing this with us, in such a detailed way. 

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.31

30

War…Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XXVI]

*Note: this occurs almost a year after BF moved in NG city and met up GF, alongside the nights out they go on

1. Not-so-discrete sneak-in

(GF and BF are just casually walking by the street, when suddenly…)

“…Yo, what’s going on there?”

“Huh?”

(BF turns to where GF is looking at, and sees a strange rocky-humanoid guy sneaking in his family’s workshop after breaking the lock open)

“What the... oh, oh no. G, that guy is clearly looking for trouble, we gotta get him fast!”

“Wait, you sure? He seems tough, even for me…”

“That ain’t no excuse! I’m gonna defend my family’s place even if I gotta take a few blows for it!”

“…You know what? F it, let’s go get that rascal!”

Now that’s what I call having quite the guts

2. Track-down

(BF and GF walk over the shop, being as quietly as possible)

“{There he is…}”

“{What is he even doing…?}”

“{Looks like he’s meddling around with the gas supplies…Not much of a surprise considering who he is, honestly…}”

“{…Well, what’s the plan now?}”

(BF takes out his phone he brought along and takes a picture, then sends it to Broddy and pockets the phone back)

“{Hopefully it reaches soon. For now, we must keep him busy until they come over}”

“{You do realize you could’ve just called the cops with that, right?}”

“{We can’t risk having him run away}”

(The intruder finally notices the mumbling from afar, and turns around, slightly noticing BF and GF hiding through the dark)

“Looks like I got company here, huh?”

(GF gasps as softly as possible) “{Oh no!}”

“{It’s time, now or never}”

Y’all I tried make this one make sense without derailing to overboard nonsense; FNF might be funny hehe most of the time but bruh

Though y’know, we talking about kiddos here, so…y’know

3. Facing off the crook

“What’re ya pipsqueaks doin’ here, huh? Didn’t ya mommas ever told ya not to snoop into other people’s business?”

“Well, first and for most, you basically left the door open there so it’s not like you weren’t sort of ‘inviting’ us in anyway; also kinda dumb for a burglar that should know what he doing if you ask me”

“And talk about snooping into other’s business, that’s exactly what’cha doing here at mah family’s property, yo grease rat! But be sure I ain’t gonna let’cha get away with it, no siree nay!”

(During BF’s speech, GF cast a spell under her breath and emerges her wings out, catching flight soon after)

“And neither am I”

(Charcoil chuckles, leaving his stuff behind and getting slightly closer to the kids, cracking his knuckles with a smug glance)

“Well, would’cha look at that? Little kids tryna be thugs here, how cute. But if you two are down for a buffet of roasted knuckle sandwiches then I’m all for serving ‘em. C’mon, chump, show me how much can you take!”

Bro sure ain’t afraid of the fuzz

This is up to each’s imagination now, idm

4. His loss, yet her motivation

(Suddenly, in the middle of the racket, BF gets distracted and Charcoil, taking advantage, punches him on the face, dropping him aside and knocking him out in the process)

(GF pauses and looks at him with worry) “B!” (Yet, she’s interrupted by Charcoil trying to do the same to her, but failing as she flies away from him)

“Pft, what a joke; boy was so eager on getting my ass, yet didn’t last long enough to get through with it. You really should reconsider ya peer pickin’, girl”

(Wrong choice of words.txt)

(GF gradually goes from concern to anger…to straight up vindication, as she frowns towards ‘Coil)

“…You wanna go bro? YOU WANNA PIECE OF ME?!” (fires up) “I’LL SHOW YA!”

Mess with someone of your same element, you ass

5. Fuck ‘em up

“For a defective demon child, you got quite the blow!”

“Shut your trap, jerk!”

Again, up to interpretation for the most part

But still

YEAH DESTROY ‘EM WOWOWOWOW--

6. BAD BAD BAD BAD

(Suddenly, in between the whole mess-a-roo, Charcoil gets an idea, and quickly taking one of the gas supplies, throws it towards GF as she casts a fireball spell, which ends up hitting the gas tank)

 “OH NO!”

“Gotcha!”

(The gas tank gets shoved towards the remaining gas supplies, as Charcoil jumps away, “taking cover”)

(Seeing the upcoming disaster, GF quickly drops herself onto BF, covering his body with hers and her wings, preparing for the worst to happen next)

Fuck you Charc u piece of shiitake

[anastasia-only]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers!

1. cats. my family had at least two cats at all times when I was growing up. I don't have any cats but my parents have two: Finn (fluffy skinny gray and white cat who is always rolling in dirt and leaves and shit so he is perpetually filthy) and Milo (aka Mr. Beef, gigantic fluffy gray-brown cat who is the sweetest friendliest boy on earth)

2. cooking and food. my parents taught me exactly one thing (how to make scrambled eggs) so everything I've learned has been self taught. I'm getting to the point where I can intuit how recipes fit together without having to follow the recipe super closely

3. coffee. I got super into pour over coffee in college so I have a lot of equipment at home. quality coffee tastes so good it's insane

4. clothes and fashion. I hated shopping for clothes so much as a boy and just wore the simplest outfits/whatever my mom bought me. now I feel like clothes shopping as a woman is actually fun and I get to try on so many cute clothes that actually look nice. like yes sometimes it can be hard to find stuff that fits my body and makes me look feminine but I just feel like my life is a lot fuller now when I actually like what I'm wearing :)

5. my gf :) we met in college and were friends for 8 years before we started dating. she was one of the first people I came out to and surprised me by asking me out like a week later (I didn't even know she was bi!). she is so sweet and beautiful and funny and she is my favorite person on earth

[bisluthq]

Taylor has been 100x shadier when it comes to her exes as well as their ex partners. She released All of The Girls ffs. Kayla ain’t doing that. Idk why Swifties are acting so precious about what she does because by all accounts Taylor is much pettier. It’s like how Swifties are ready to revolt if Joe cheated on her meanwhile she’s said she’s cheated before and probably emotionally cheated on Joe.

Kayla legit isn't doing anything wrong.

I TOTALLY get it if you don't like her aesthetic or brand. That's just a matter of personal taste and no that would not be racist or misogynistic like that's just you liking what you like. Like I say, my fave influencer is Tally Rye and like if u tell me Tally annoys the shit out of you I'm not gonna go mount a defence because idk all influencers are a little annoying by definition and we just vibe with the ones that resonate. But like going "I don't like her aesthetic/brand" is one thing; going "I don't like her because she dated Taylor's boyfriend before Taylor did" is weird as shit lmfao.

Taylor shouldn't even be saying that because there is no evidence Kayla was like primarily at fault in the breakup/s. I've told y'all like I dislike my partner's ex-wife (who I've not met but might at some point because for the kids here who think otherwise you do bump into people y'all knew even if you're no longer in touch) because she hurt him super badly and was generally a crazy ass cunt and I'm the one now having to clean up some of her messes right because there are a number of hangups he has that are totally, 100% on her. The woman is a crazy ass cunt lol. HOWEVER, she is LITERALLY the only one of my bf's exes I dislike or have an opinion on beyond a few where they're nice and I like them (his first gf ever and him are still friends and she's in a tricky situation marriage wise right now and like we keep inviting her to come stay with us and we talk to her on speaker often and the two of them talk privately between that because like she's super lovely and I'm not going to be weird about him talking to someone he dated when he was 17-19 lol because like that was a long time ago???? And the girl is still nice!????)

My bf's most recent ex before me is someone I am very frostily neutral to but I think I told y'all the story as to why like when we moved in together he went off one morning about how I don't like tidy shit up and so I went to tidy shit up and I found a two page love letter from her from after the breakup like asking to get back together and I'm me right so I read the whole thing and 1) she's a shit writer lol 2) sorry for her that it didn't work like idk I guess as woman to woman I wish she'd managed to make it work since she seemed pretty upset in the letter 3) she left him - I mean they didn't live together or anything but they dated for like over a year - for her ex lol like that one's on her tho to then go writing letters is psychotic 4) I've asked him if like it'd make me feel better if I met with her like if we should yk reach out and invite her to stuff since it didn't end badly and he was like "no you're gonna hate the shit out of her and I don't want you to because I know how you're gonna make fun of her, and you will, but that's going to be making fun of me too and so you're better off in this current zone of neutrality" and I was like "fair enough king, I tried" (we have another ex he's still friends with - letter girl we hardly see around - he also doesn't want me to meet in person because apparently like her sociopolitical views are the kinds of shit I make fun of like a lot - like that ultra woke identity politics shit coupled with super centrist to right leaning fiscal policies and like lmfao yes I would make fun of that because that neoliberal shit makes no sense) but anyway: I don't dislike the clearly overly online woman lol and he can talk to her as much as he wants lmfao and I don't dislike letter girl like I don't want to read more letters from her but other than that she can do her thing.

So my point is if Taylor has no reason to be mad at Kayla why the fuck are fans mad?

[fifteensjukebox]

Hey hello how about 01, 12, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34 and 55 for the HORRIBLE ask game. This year.

hiiiiiii anon! i haven't gotten an anon in ages this is so exciting <3

also sorry i'm answering so late i explain it in the middle but i had a family outing and i thought mobile would let me edit

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? i do! my mom's my best friend in a way i'm sure is annoying to people who don't, and my dad is annoying but he is the best dad i know

03: Do you regret anything? biiiiiig question. i try not to. i try to tell myself i needed to do things to learn or whatever but i'm always wondering how else things could've gone and second guessing things as i do them

05: What is your relationship status? very much single. if you want to hear about my latest crushes you'll find it in my "vie" and "lore" tags but i'm sure they're not going anywhere so shoot your shot!

08: Played any sports? my dad coached a soccer team i was on when i was 4 but i was more interested in the dandelions on the field… outside of required gym class stuff (which i did not enjoy) i've enjoyed tennis and beach volleyball with my family (18 y/o brother included)

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? i think my record is 36, the last day/night/flight home from seeing my now-ex tumblr gf

well. if anything (back to earlier qs i could say i regret the whole met-online-ldr thing but it was good when it happened and im seeing it work out so well for friends so it could've been worthwhile in the long run!

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? irl i don't entirely hate anyone but i have some strong mixed near-hate feelings about the exes (and one not-yet-ex? i think? they're on the way out) of people i care about, and a certain ex friend of mine (if she makes the next move in reaching out i might be able to find it in myself to forgive but at this point it won't be as easy as it could've been)

21: What are your plans for this weekend? tbd but probably festive family things? extended family christmas dinner is on monday and we'll do our gift exchange that morning (speaking of which i need to get ready rn to leave for our family brunch followed by mall trip to shop for secret santa - my parents+18 y/o brother+i do a mini secret santa - well mini in that there are only 4 names but we have a generous budget bc it's usually our main/only source of gifts amongst ourselves. i got my mom again this year and she made it a little too easy by requesting a specific pair of raybans that make up most of the budget, but i'll get creative with the rest) we're also going to the distillery district for the vibes on thursday and my dad's taking these 2 days off work so collectively it all feels like weekend plans. maybe i'll go skating on the actual weekend! i haven't done it yet this season and i miss it

update here is that i didn't find anything for mom except the raybans so i may be going out alone to shop more on fri/weekend

34: Who/what was your last dream about? damn. the one time i don't write it down. oh! ok the last one i remember was one where a version of my ex bestie and i got back together so to speak but she was being overtly manipulative and i had to decide if i was ok with that? which. thanks subconscious! way to mix her with the bitch i had a crush on in middle school! real ex-bestie would never do that but i think it's created some irrational fear where before i just had sadness that i was mostly over (to briefly recap the situation there, she's depression-ghosted and blocked me before and she did it again earlier this year but it hurt more bc we'd been closer leading up to it than we had before the first time)

55: Are you mean? i think i can be really petty but people take it hard because they think of me as being so nice, so i know of some people who'd say i'm mean

thanks again for asking anon! i hope you're having a wonderful holiday season <3

[myspacedotcumdumpster]

Oof.

Never again will I let a man interrupt my life.

Disgusting.

It's 11/4/23 1:26 pm

He derailed me for the last month with this break up. I tried breaking up with him in July so I could be free of his bullshit before the school year.

I think I hate him for telling me how I feel.

I told him how I felt, and then he needed to rewrite it to better suit his needs.

What about my needs? My need to NOT be in this dumbass relationship? I've been so over him for so long but now I'm angrier than before. The rage persists.

In other news, I love my girlfriend. Dating her was the best choice I made fo rmyself.

The lore is, I told Rocco I wanted a gf since the beginning of our relationship, and the conversation never came because it was never the right time for Him.

However, when I met Noelle, the conversation needed to happen. She is effervescent, silly, and grounding. We lean on each other. We hold each other. We function without constant attention from one another, however we thrive in that light with eachother.

I find that when I look at her I can't help but stare, she's so pretty, I lose my mind. What a joy it is to be in the presence of a modern angel. :3

Anyways, I'm doing my homework but needed to write some shit down. The rage, and the joy.

xoxoxo

Edited to add: when I broke up with him in the summer, he manipulated me to stay with him. It was bullshit, I am TOO nice. He developed a crush on Noelle. I entertained the idea that maybe they could date, but I couldn't handle it. i wasn't sure at first why? Was it because my bf was hanging with my gf? or bc my gf was with my bf?

No. It was anxiety that he would manipulate her like he manipulated me for the past 2 years. He did his little routine like he did with me, talking about his big trip to Asia A DECADE AGO. His spirituality. His interest in bugs. Luckily, Noelle was not as interested in him as he was in her. He was TOO interested, attached to the idea of her really quick too. They hung out twice alone. He already decided that she was his gf.

I expressed I didn't want them to date, I was wrong, I couldn't handle it. He was mad at me because I was taking away HIS power, and that he felt REALLY COOL having two gfs. weird. boring. annoying.

Fuck him.

[someone-who-has-changed]

there’s this weird feeling when you’ve talked with someone you haven’t talked with in a long time. It’s confusing and weird, unsettling. There’s a shift in your mind, bringing you back to that place your brain used to live when you once knew them. the world sort of cracks; reality is split between the one you’re living in and the one you once did. things change so drastically, internally and externally; seeing two realities at once is barely scratching the surface of the story. 

my boyfriend from 8th grade texted me yesterday. it was strange seeing his name pop up on my phone after a couple years of it missing. we dated in 8th grade and flirted/’were a thing’ through the beginning of 9th, until i ripped his heart out by dating the biggest douche in our grade. it didn’t last though, and soon enough i was back to talking to him. he did not like that. he was unreceptive and irritated, as he should have been. i gave up, our friendship, what was left of it, was over. I met jon soon thereafter. jon was my world. jon taught me to forget everything else that wasnt him. memories became blurred, forced into a spot where they would remain for almost 7 years now. jon left the picture 4 years after douche did. 

freshman year of college started and my heartbroken self reached out to 8. i was drunk at the time of texting him, hoping maybe if he came over he could hold me,  or we could fuck, maybe both. my ignorant self pushed onto him even though he had a girlfriend that he was deeply in love with. she lived far away, it would have been easy. but im not that girl, hes not that guy. (I should say not that girl unless its birdman who didnt tell me). we spent about a week talking, it was nice to have a friend who knew parts about me other people didnt. friend - it actually felt like he was a friend, that is not sarcasm. then life went quiet, his name no longer appeared on my phone, nor did mine on his.

here we are, 3 years later. he messages me, the conversation starts, just as it did freshman year. except this time it’s something different. there isnt a mention of a girl in his life, there is only awkward. i asked him how she was doing, having known to hear alot about her that week freshman year. he said he didnt know. he said he doesnt talk to her anymore. thats when i realized, he was doing the same thing i was doing all those years ago. he denies it, but i feel if i were not to be in this relationship with the man i plan to marry, things would have been different on his part. whether or not they would be on mine does not matter, it is not a reality i’ll ever dream. he claims to just want to talk and catch up, as his gf did not let him talk to me when they were together, familiar. i think maybe this is true, at least a part of truth. 

it is strange talking to him. the memories bubble up in confusing segments. i think about my first kiss, my first date, my first school dance. i think about the awkward time i rode my bike 2 miles to make out with him in the high school baseball teams dugout. gosh it was gross. he tasted like mexican, despite the fact he had chewed gum on the way. i didnt care though; until i did and lied and said i had to leave. im laughing writing this, it makes me happy to remanence. 

i know i genuinely loved him, and i know he loved me. it was a naive love, one that was untouched by previous hurt and confused boundaries. we were 14, boundaries were still set by parents and prudish upbringing. perhaps thats why i feel i miss him in these moments. i dont miss him, i miss the memories. i miss the brain untouched by jon, untouched by alcohol and abuse. i miss a time before realizing how being an adult is harder than i ever thought. i miss being a kid when all that mattered was sitting next to your boyfriend in history class trying not to caught holding hands under the table.

[avenging-fandoms]

lowkey can’t stop thinking about rafe having a gf first season who is conflicted throughout season 2 to stand by him cause she gets preggo and can’t decide if it’s better to stand by him out of love/hope or if it’s safer to dip… like would he bring her on the boat like they did to sarah cause he’s obsessed with “family”? idk idk man

*some events are different than what happened in season 2*

*long post*

--

rafe was a new person since the first year you met him, and not in a good way. he was violent, angry, but never with you. rafe’s temper was short, he was a ticking time bomb.

rafe had shot the sheriff. rafe fought pope 3 times. rafe shot his sister. this wasn’t him, this wasn’t who you knew. for some odd reason, your love for him still stayed.

rafe protected you from what he did. never speaking about it, just taking a shower and letting it go. he never wanted to you to worry, or think less of him, but you found out. the pogues, whom you never spoke to before, warned you about what rafe did. you didn’t want to believe them, they were the pogues of course they were going to talk shit. but you started to eavesdrop and the stories became reality.

4 years into the relationship, for the first time, you contemplated leaving rafe. you cried every time you thought about it, but it got to be too much.

the pogues had befriended you, and it was easy to become their friend since you knew kiara from school. they made you feel sane, letting you rant and never judging you for it. you told them everything.. and that means everything.

you got intel from rafe and ward when sneaking around and brought it back to the pogues so they were always one step ahead. you felt as if you were betraying rafe, but a part of you didn’t care.

one night as you snuck off to head over to jj’s house, 10 fbi and swat trucks found their way into the cameron’s driveway. “ward cameron, we have a warrant for your son’s arrest!”

you felt your heart drop. you raced back into the yard, trying to push your way through the cops but deputy shoupe held you back as you kicked and screamed.

rafe was brought out in handcuffs, his eyes guilty and red. he didn’t even look you in the eyes as he passed by while you cried his name, trying to break free. the door closed and you fell to the ground, wheezie coming out and hugging you.

thankfully, the pogues helped you feel better. sarah and john b were hesitant to trust you, but sarah knew you weren’t like her brother. jj let you sleep over and you were more than thankful.

you woke up on the couch with a pounding headache and your stomach feeling gross. you sat up slowly, but that didn’t help. you held your mouth as you ran to the bathroom, hovering over the toilet as you puked.

jj ran in and sat beside you, rubbing your back. you flushed the toilet and jj helped you stand, giving you some mouthwash. “did you eat something bad? nerves?” you shook your head. “are you getting your period? is it a side effect? i wouldn’t know, but i’m guessing”

you look at jj, tears in your eyes. “i haven’t had my period in two months, now that i remember” you whisper and jj’s eyebrows furrow then his eyes widen as he realizes what that means.

“i’ll call kiara and sarah”

positive. positive. positive. 3 test, all saying ‘pregnant’ in bolden letters. your head felt light and you leaned back into jj.

“woah, okay, let’s go sit on the couch, yeah?” jj helped you and you sat in between jj and sarah, sarah rubbing your back. “so we’ll have a little baby running around soon?” jj tried to lighten the mood, but all you did was stare at the wall.

you thought of rafe, a fairytale ending of you and him separating from his father, raising your child together. happy. that wasn’t the case, it was never going to be that case.

“i have to talk to rafe” you mumble, standing up. “i have to tell him”

“are you sure? you don’t want to think about it?” john b asked and you looked at him. it was the first time he spoke directly to you. “we’ll support you no matter what you decide. you’re our friend, yn

“thanks, guys. i’m gonna go talk to rafe. he is the father, after all" they all group hugged around you and you started crying again. "you guys are so nice to me, i don't deserve it. shouldn't you all hate me?"

"we should, but we don't. you're different, yn. you're actually nice to us in return" pope smiled and you return one. you spun on your heels and fumbled with the pregnancy tests in your hand, all of them wishing you good luck.

your stomach was in knots as you pulled into the cameron's house. rafe texted you he was out of jail, so you knew he'd be here. you knocked on the door and rafe came and opened the door, engulfing you in his arms.

"i've missed you so much, baby, you have no idea" rafe held your face and kissed you, and you melted into him all over again like the first kiss you ever shared. "so something's happening soon and i want you to be involved.

"rafe i'm pregnant" he stopped his movements as you blurted out the news. you took your hands out from behind your back and held out the tests. he took them slowly, bug eyed, speechless. he sat on the couch, putting the tests down on the coffee table and staring at them. "also, rafe i don't think-"

"we can be a family" he whispered, looking at you with tears falling down his face. "we can get on that cargo ship, go be a family with my family" rafe smiled, standing up and holding your shoulders. "we can get away from here"

"cargo ship? where are you, rose and wheezie going?" you ask and his grin only grew, and you swallowed nervously.

"my dad isn't dead, yn. he faked it" rafe whispered and you stepped back. "we can get away from here, yn, from those dangerous, asshole pogues" you shake your head slowly, backing away from rafe.

"i can't bring my baby into a world with you and your crazy family, rafe. i'm staying here, with the pogues. they're my friends, they're nice to me" you started to walk out the door but rafe ran after you, stopping in front of you.

"are you fucking serious? what are you saying, that i'm not nice to you?" rafe kept rambling and you looked beyond his shoulder, seeing jj, pope and john b peering over the wall. "i want to start a family with you, yn, and that's going to happen"

"no it's not, rafe. i'm done" you went to walk by him but he grabbed onto you and you struggled. "rafe, rafe let go of me!" you struggled, you tried. rafe took you inside and rose pressed a cloth over your mouth, rafe shushing you and apologizing as your vision turned to black.

-

you jumped awake as a loud horn blew, looking around the room. you stood up quickly and hyperventilated as you saw nothing but water. you felt like you were going to be sick again, hugging your knees to your chest and crying, forehead on your knees.

"i needed us to be a family, yn" rafe's voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot. this was not the rafe you fell in love with. he stood up and you cower, crying softly. "no, baby, i'm not going to hurt you.."

"get away from me!" you yelled and rafe backed up with his hands in the air. "you're crazy, rafe cameron, i can't believe this" you ran your fingers through your hair, gripping it and shaking your head. you remembered the boys seeing what went down, and wondered if they were going to call for some help.

"i'll.. i'll leave you alone, yn. let you think. maybe you can think of some baby names while you're in here" rafe touched your stomach and you pushed his hand away. rafe didn't close the door all the way and you took this as your opportunity. you looked around and snuck out of the room, hiding in every empty room you could find.

you entered one room and closed the door, a hand on your mouth. the light turned on and your body relaxed, wrapping your arms around john b. "we came to save you, kid"

"we?"

"yeah, you thought we were going to watch rafe get away for what he did to you? we're here to take you home. but you have to listen to this plan, and keep your eyes out, yeah?"

"john b, ward's alive. he didn't die in that fucking explosion, he's alive, we need to be really fucking careful" john nodded and breathed with you to calm you down, explaining the plan.

-

pope tried to retrieve the golden cross he was hunting, while you, kiara and jj were escaping to the life boats. jj got clocked in the head and passed out, and you didn’t even think twice as you jumped in after him. you struggled as you struggled to find the life boat, grunting and begging for him to stay alive.

jj's chest was still moving, but barely. you heard the engine of the raft and kiara helped you push jj into the boat, and you cried as he didn't wake up. "jj, jj please! wake up, dude" you tapped his cheek and pushed on his chest, his eyes blinking and he coughed up water.

"yn.. how's the baby?" you smile and everyone laughs, hugging his head to your chest.

"we'll check when we get to shore, i'm glad you're okay. you know, next time someone swings at you, duck" you tease and he pushes you off, and you lean against the rafe, body tensing as you see rafe standing at the edge of the boat, gun pointing straight at the raft.

you waited for the bullet, clinging to your shirt over your stomach. but it was never shot. rafe put the gun away, walking away and out of sight.

"so, i take telling rafe didn't go as plan?" pope lightened the mood and you laugh, shaking your head.

"no, it didn't" you shake your head. "what am i gonna do? i told him i didn't want him or his crazy family around me or my baby. my parents will kill me"

"you can just stay with me, it's only me anyway. plus kiara will be moving in soon, so it'll be a big sleep over every night" jj smiled and you patted his chest.

"i'll have to take you up on that offer, maybank" you laid back against the raft, eyes closed, hands over your stomach. in your mind, you still saw that fantasy vision. swaying back and forth with your baby in your arms, rafe taking the baby with a warm smile. he'd kiss you, tell you he loves you and takes care of the baby for the night.

that wasn't the case, and that was never going to be the case. it was a hard pill to swallow, but luckily you had a great support system.

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Johnny x reader: The gf!reader trying to rush him to make it to set on time and saying I love you for the first time then realizing what they said but Johnny is playfully teasing them.

Late (knox x reader)

Some days I swear dating PJ made me feel more like his mom than his girlfriend. We met a year ago when I was interning on set, and have been dating for 4 months now and for the most part, it’s been great. Only downfalls are him traveling all the time and the constant pranks he sets up at my house on me when he’s over.

Last night was one of those nights, he used the key to my apartment I gave him to get in before I got home and set up a bunch of pranks, needless to say we were cleaning up till 2 in the morning and his alarm went off at 6 this morning.

“PJ! You’re seriously going to be late it’s 6:50 and you’re supposed to be on set in 10” I yelled down the hall into my apartment bathroom where he was brushing his teeth as I threw some snacks in a bag for him to take.

He ran out in a tee shirt, his dickies, and signature converse, grabbing the bag of snacks from me and kissing my cheek. “Need your keys?” I asked, holding my hand up with his car keys looped around my finger. “What I need is to stay here with you, especially in your bed” he suggested, leaning in to grab his keys and press his lips to mine.

“You seriously need to go, the guys are gonna be pissed if you’re late again” I whispered, as his forehead rested against mine. “Screw em” he said without hesitation, looking in my eyes. “Go Pj, I love you and I’ll see you later” I said without thinking, pushing him away from me and towards the door. I got about 3 steps away back down the hallway before I froze, realizing I said ‘I love you’.

I’ve loved him for the majority of the past 4 months, but neither of us have said it to eachother and my mind caught up in the moment just slipped and I said it. I nervously turned around, still not hearing the front door open or close and saw him standing with the biggest smirk on his face

“What was that I heard sweetheart?” He teased, walking towards me as my face burned red. “Nothing, go to work you’re already late” i said trying to get him to drop it. “I have 2 minutes still before 7:00, wanna repeat what you said honey?” He asked, now holding my chin up to look me in the eyes. “I love you” I mumbled quietly, suddenly shy of him in front of me right now. “Well I love you sweetheart, I’ve been waiting to hear those words” he confirmed, wrapping me into the biggest hug.

“Now, I’ll go to work, I love you y/n” he said, giving me one last kiss and finally making his way to the door. “I love you too PJ”

[finelinevogue]

hey! first of all i’m obsessed with all of your writing i swear i cry every single time😭🤍 i look forward to reading your stuff when i get home from work, and it helps me when i’m stressed. so basically hi i love you. i recently celebrated 1 year sober and i was wondering if you could write something abou harry dedicating a song to his gf for maintaining her sobriety? (only if you’re comfortable ofc!)

hi, i love you too! sorry for making you cry😭 your words are so kind and you’ve made my day so much brighter! congratulations on your one year sobriety!!! i hope you’re very proud of yourself, because i’m really proud of you - always <33 i’m not sure what you are sober for and i don’t to be invasive and ask, so i decided to base this one off an alcohol addiction. this one’s for you, my lovely; (oh and p.s. let’s pretend harry wrote ‘home’ just for you and one direction never wrote it!)

Today you celebrated being one year sober.

Four years ago you developed an alcohol addiction. It was the worst time of your life; going to parties just to wake up still paralytic, drinking an alcoholic drink with every meal and a couple in between, falling asleep drunk every night and not learning your lesson from the hangover the next morning. You were self destructing and were too gone to see it happen. The people around you could see it happening though. Your family and friends abandoned you because you they believed you were a lost cause. You were alone for 3 lonely years, until last year you met Harry.

The one time that you were actually sober, shopping in your local Aldi, was the first time you met him.

He was dressed from a run and was in the fridge section to grab himself a protein shake before he was about to run home - that you’d come to learn. He made minimal conversation with you, but it was enough for him to fall for you - hard. Every time you met up with him you tried to be as sober as you could, but it caught up to you. You slipped and shut yourself out from him, not wanting him to leave you like everyone else had so you left him first.

As it would be, he never left you. He saved you.

He was there for you in your darkest moments. He was there to help lock your demons away and introduce life back into your heart and soul. You wanted to be better for him, he deserved that much. Half a year after meeting him, he managed to encourage you to attend counselling sessions which you would be worse without. He made calls to friends to help you re-connect with people, truly friendly people. He hugged you on the days you felt anxious or tempted and let you cry on his shoulder when you felt like a failure, all the whilst he would kiss your forehead and squeeze you to remind you just how much you were loved and just how proud he was of you. It took you a while to believe it, but;

Harry Styles loves and is proud of you.

You were so happy to spending the day with him, getting to watch him do what he loves so much. He was in Denver, Colorado, tonight and his set was going perfect so far. He’d given his infamous “ass or face” speech, which made the fans go wild. He, unfortunately, had to use the oxygen mask to replenish his lungs because he wasn’t feeling great. He’d even shouted to you when you were blowing him kisses saying, “I wanna kiss you but I can’t” which made you tear up ever so slightly. Today was such a proud and happy day for you, so extra moments like this for you were the cherries on the top of the cake.

“Okay, so we have 15 more minutes of love tonight for you.” Harry spoke into his microphone, after singing Treat People With Kindness and looking so very sweaty. “15 minutes of extra love compared to the previous show.” The fans screamed at this and you knew the fans in Vegas would no doubt be extra jealous.

“He’s allowed to do that?” You asked Jeff beside you, wondering why he was changing the timings all of a sudden. He hadn’t told you about this.

“He specifically requested it before going onstage.” Jeff answered, winking at you and nodding his head back to the stage for you to focus.

“Now. Today is not only special because I get to play in front of you lovely people,” the crowd let out a deafening scream, “but because it is an important day for my Y/N.” He smiled, looking over in your direction. The crowd screamed even louder for you.

“What is he doing?” You asked Jeff but he only smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Liar, you thought.

You’d never publicly told anyone about your addiction because it was something that you were embarrassed about. You hated who you were and you tried your hardest not to think about that person anymore. Harry was the only person who knew and you liked to keep it that way, for the time being. Not even your new friends knew.

“I’m so proud of Y/N, always, but especially today.” Harry spoke, walking down the stage to the end of the runway where his mic was set up and still keeping eye contact with you. Your tears were full in your eyes and some even streaming down your face as you took in his words.

He’d spent all morning loving on you. He didn’t let you two leave the hotel room until 5 minutes before the buses were leaving, because he wanted to spend as much time as possible showing you just how much he loved you. Turns out 4 rounds of sex, 2 blowjobs and 3 times getting eaten out doesn’t even come close to showing that, according to him, but it did make you feel worthy and that’s all you’ve wanted to feel for the past few years. He made you feel worth it - it being loved and supported and safe. He was your blanket of comfort and you’d let him swallow you up every day for the rest of your life if it meant feeling this way forever.

Harry had even bought you a card and a cake, one that had a singular candle in to mark your one year anniversary of being sober. The sense of pride getting to blow out that candle was a feeling second to none, except from maybe the 7 orgasms you were given.

“So if you don’t mind, i’m going to sing this song for my girlfriend. It’s new, but i’m sure you’ll pick up the chorus. This is called ‘Home’ and it’s just for you, m’love.” God damn these tears, you could barely see Harry pick up his galaxy painted guitar and tilt his body so he was facing you.

The song had you in tears.

Fans were both recording you and Harry, but you were too unaware to notice them when all you could focus on were the words he was singing to you. Every line was so clear and it made your heart burst through your chest that little bit more each time. You cupped your hands under your vin as you cried over every new line of song, watching him strum on the guitar and sing his heart out as if every ounce of him was just for you. His words, his voice, his heart and soul were completely yours. The fans did quickly pick up the chorus and the atmosphere was completely still, yet electric with them feeding off Harrys energy and gifting it to you.

“You’ll never feel like you’re alone, i’ll make this feel like home.”

His last line was sung and his last chord was struck and you couldn’t move an inch. You were stuck watching him with intense loved eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of support and comfort just from this moment alone. You thought what he’d given you this morning in the hotel was love, but now you questioned that. This felt like a reminder you were free and safe and found. You felt significant. And for a moment, that all felt a like bit stronger than love.

You didn’t even realise your boyfriend was standing in front of you until he was. He caressed your cheek in one hand, holding the neck of his guitar with his other. The fans were being caged behind a barricade, but they weren’t even violently pushing because they wanted to see how he treated you and acted around you behind closed doors. Your relationship was very private, so this was very new for you too. You liked him close though. So much so that everyone else sort of slipped away.

“That bad?” He asked teasingly, referring to the amount of tears you were crying.

“Was a bit rusty in some places.” You teased back, you and him both knowing you didn’t mean a word that you’d just said. You both laughed until you caught Harrys hand on your cheek and moved it so you could plant a soft kiss to his palm. “Thank you for making me feel home.” You smiled, new tears forming in both yours and his now.

“Thank you for being my home.” He replied, smiling through the light tears.

“Stop crying,” you laughed through your own tears, reaching out your other hand to wipe his away, “not very rockstar of you.”

“Can’t help myself when i’m so proud of you.” He answered, moving his hand off his guitar so he could help wipe your tears away. Both of you were helping each other recover, forgetting about the world just for a minute to have a moment with each other. You both deserved that much.