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anchorandrope · 3 days

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The Stylinson Crew Community FAQ ♡

Recently Tumblr implemented a new feature «Communities» which I decided to try. I made a private one for larries! In this post I'm gonna explain some things about communities in general and about this one specifically - just to make sure people know before joining what they are joining. In the community I pinned a post where I basically explain all this, but this is for people who are not there yet ;)

About Communities in general:

First of all, this is in beta testing, this is expected to bug, glitch, etc. According to Tumblr's page about Communities, it may not work in every mobile app (yet), and it's not available for every user yet. So they are gonna be slow till they do the next update.

No idea if anyone has Twitter, but the community feature there is kinda similar to this one. We do have roles - admin, moderators (not out yet, but they will only available to delate posts and comments), members - but here on Tumblr communities can be public or private (Twitter communities are all public).

Being a private community means: Everything we post here is absolutely private and only members can visualise and interact with the posts. The community is not hidden, so if anyone follows the link it will appear a message saying "this is a private community" - important note: if the admin (in this case, me!) sends an invite, the blogger who received the invite will be able to visualise the posts, but they won't be able to interact till they join.

Future updates for Communities:

When I made the community I was not only added here but also to two more communities (by default), one called "Communities Feedback" and the other one is "Community Admin Zone". In the feedback one the admin (a Tumblr employee) said the following features are on their way: Editing the community (admins only), moderators roles, the "free to join" and "request to join" feature, integrating communities into the feed (next to following, for you, tags) and updating the post editor in the mobile app. Some more but not that relevant.

About this Community specifically:

As the admin of this community, I want to make sure everyone is comfortable and safe there. To be able to do that, I'm letting you all know im only accepting Larry blogs or blogs that at least have posts or a tag where they talk about Louis and Harry being in a relationship. I'm well aware that there are a lot of blogs whose admins are larries but just don't post about it, but I cannot risk letting there someone who may give us a bad time. It's extremely easy to send a random ask saying "I'm a larrie, let me in" just to join and send inappropriate stuff or start insulting.

Regarding members' behaviour, is prohibited and will be expelled if: Minority bashing of some kind (racism, misogyny, xenophobia, lgbtphobia, ableism, classism, etc. is unacceptable), promoting unhealthy behaviours (eating disorders, self harm, addictions, etc.), posting here and/or on other social media anything that is posted here. If anyone breaks these rules, let me know and they will be banned.

What is allowed and encouraged: Talk freely about whatever you want about the fandom, talk about things in your life if you want to (if it's a sensitive topic use TW/CW, please). Make friends, ask questions, answer questions, gossip. Laugh, cry, get angry, do whatever you want. Take this community as a group of friends. Ideally we would like to speak mainly in English to understand each other, but if you want to meet people from your own country and talk to them in their own language, that's fine too!

Although it may sound obvious, this is a larrie community. People present are expected to believe that Louis and Harry are currently in a relationship. It's ok if you have doubts about the present but believe they were dating in the past, but people who believe that Louis and Harry were dating with their beards and PR Stunts from the 1D era are not accepted :) Which leads to the belief that Louis is not a father, if anyone present has a problem with this, I beg them to not ask to join the community.

How to join this Community:

I'll post in the community and here when the "request to join" feature is ready and I'll explain how to use it, but in the meantime you need to either reply to this post, send me an ask without anon (i need your url to invite you) or if we are moots, dm me! When I invite you, tumblrbot will dm you (private message, not via askbox) with instructions. If you don't receive them after I replied to you saying I've already sent you an invitation, please let me know! I'll see what I can do :) But first try following this link if you don't receive the message of the bot but my reply saying I've already invited you, a person that had a problem with joining (it appeared for me the blog was invited, but they didn't receive a message) was able to join thanks to following this link - after following it: you should see a "accept invite" on top and then some terms and conditions. after that, you are in!!

#the stylinson crew community #fifi.txt

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floralovebot · 1 year

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And Another Thing it's not like i Don't like roygarth or that i'm particularly Against the ship cause no. but i think their canon relationship is so much more interesting than this weird fanon version of them where they were always Best Buds.

like canon roygarth starts with them being angsty teens dealing with their own shit and fully refusing to understand each other. garth latches on to everyone who's even a Little nice to him and roy is stuck in his I Don't Need Friends They Disappoint Me stage. roy also has very high standards for himself and gets pissy with garth cause he feels like garth shouldn't be a hero. which obviously sets garth off because he Also feels like he shouldn't be a hero but the other titans were usually supportive and understanding whereas roy would actually say it and insult him directly.

And Then garth fucks off and only talks to the titans when they talk to him first, then he's Fine Again but goes through Rough Shit. meanwhile roy's life is Also falling apart. but they get older and they get more mature and they get to this point in their life where they don't Want to fight each other anymore. the titans are their home and they're constantly losing people and they don't Want to lose what little they have left. but they also won't apologize or talk about what happened because they're both emotionally repressed so they just never clear shit up.

it's obvious that later on roy Does respect garth and Does see him as a hero, but he never apologizes for what he said in the past so garth still has doubts. and garth starts to gradually leave the titans out of stuff and only update them once a fucking year so roy is like ?? What Are We??? and as adults you can see that playful banter and that familiarity they have with each other and yeah it IS genuine but it's also burying all the blood bad they never actually sorted.

they're just in this really weird zone where they're Family but they're not Friends. they would give their life for the other but they never talk. they pretend to understand the other but they don't know anything going on in their life. they're best friends and they're just some guys. like imo their canon relationship is so interesting and has So Many Layers that really highlight their individual problems but the fanon version is always like "yeah sometimes they sass each other :)". like.

#yeah im still thinking about them what of it what are you gonna do about it #ajhdgljagd #like i think its so interesting how they really only became 'friends' because theyre so familiar with each other despite not being close #like roy is Not close with garth in the same way that he's close with dick #and vice versa hell man garth feels more comfortable with Wally The Republican than with roy #but theyve known each other for So Long and theyve both lost so much that they just can't do it anymore #they can't fight they can't insult they can't force themselves to not understand the other #but neither of them want to bring that shit up either so they just... start acting like they were always buds #and its Weird and Awkward #roy still doesn't understand what jokes are okay and garth still takes things way too literally #but they're Trying and they do respect the other but they also REFUSE to actually talk it out #they both refuse to talk about their personal lives with the other and only give the most bare basic necessities #garth still has insecurities and feels like roy actually hates him and doesn't want him there #roy still feels bad but is also still burned from garth being too nosy or not understanding his addiction #and like. that's just so much more interesting than yeah sometimes roy calls garth a fish hahah funny right #dc #garth of shayeris

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danidoesathing · 1 year

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"I didn't want you to find me."

Leigh Green

#dani speaks #miss green <3 #shes sooo pretty and tragic and im SO happy she gets a happyish ending post vide noir #she apparently beats her addiction and starts going by Leigh again later in her career #and she makes the album Wildflower which is apparently her version of the vide noir #she has a bunch of songs listed on the wiki and im so pissy we've only heard one of them #like please ben I want to her songs...whats she been doing...hows she doing now...I miss her...#I only want good things for her #im probably not gonna do Z'Oiseau. theres not enough shots of him sorry #lord huron #lord huron gifs #lord huron gif #lord huron vide noir #vide noir #vide noir movie #lee green #Leigh green

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abyssalpriest · 7 months

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honestly im gonna stop apologising and start saying if you want to understand the kings and the Void on a visceral level, play bloodborne. ideally invite lev to play with you he loves bloodborne its his baby

and when i say that i mean either ask him to fucking help you get through it because hes very fuckin good at the game, or ask him to talk to you through it like just go on a fucking journey and listen to him and you will find out shit you never dreamed of

#ramblings //#just do not get sucked in or do i mean im not here to stop you but like. the kings have really addicting spiralling insanity inducing #energies - thats me telling you not that their energies are that but that somewhere. locked in their personal bedrooms. in their closets.#privately. they have energies tucked away that you fucking /see/ in bb #heres the thing. you play the game? you dont get it. you FEEL the game and cant understand it from reality? you get it #and its hard af to get Out of getting it but like #if you want to understand the library you have to understand it through the gods and not through the false fictional idols #that are using it as a facade #also! be careful because my ex is also one of the spirits channelled into it and who listens to calls from people's energies when #they reach out to the game lmfao they have ties and triggers and spell-esque spiritual stuff like an Attempt at a spiders web #to reach out to people who get into it. if you know the kings and know youre talking to them. then. thats the only time like #be extremely fucking careful and journey WITH them - im gonna personally say only do this w lev but thats bc i dont #get along w indra and lu for Reasons lmfao but maybe you do get along w them - its. it is an opportunity. when you fall into it #you will know but for gods sake only fall in with one of the kings you already trust extremely holy shit

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fooltofancy · 1 year

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i don't miss living near most of my family, tbh, but i DO miss terribly the recovered meth addict uncle.

#he and my aunt are the kindest just like #they have a house (my grandpa's old house) full of kids whose parents are in the system #they always have #my aunt has a cleaning business thay almost exclusively employs folk recovering from addiction or domestic violence or any number of other #things #for which montana just does not provide the resources to deal with #this woman has brittle bone disease and is never not broken in like four different places but you can NOT keep her stationary #she is doing things and she is doing them because she's too fucking full of love to stay still #my dad is also very full of compassion so like it does happen in that family but where for him religion has closed him off from the world #god just means love for my aunt and uncle.#unconditionally #i grew up in the church and ive NEVER seen christianity like that #like for the record i still think theyre wrong lmao and the system they work in is harmful #idk theyre the only people ive ever known who actually prioritize folks' needs over their salvation #and that's really important #it's real missing the members of my family ive more or less lost because i had to fuckin run from the rest of them hours #he's the first person i told abt the tattoo im gonna get for my grandma someday #i have almost no memories of her where she wasn't just wreathed in smoke #even when she said she stopped smoking she never did lmao she was just. an absolute chimney of a woman #anyway she collected v kitsch strawberry things so im gonna get a kinda kitschy botanical halfsleeve at some point thats just #strawberry plants woven through with stylized cigarette smoke #anyway i was like this is probably irreverent af and some family members will NOT like it and he like LAUGHED and grabbed my arm #just like losing his shit #NO YOU HAVE TO

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neptunite-stars · 1 year

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hgrhgrhg work on big [redacted] project or play h.sr........

#i didnt take a midday nap i actually just slept for another 2 hours after eating breakfast #and do i feel less sick? yes actually i feel fine but i do feel kinda sore bc i slept in a weird position #which is normal for me actually surprisingly enough #rambles #i havent worked on [redacted] in 3 ish days egads. i need to stop making excuses for myself i really need to wokr on it #but i have sooooo much time....................... and im basically almost halfway done with it. i could finish that by the end of this mon #h and then work on [redacted] for [redacted] too and i also had [redacted] for it as well so i mean theres no harm right #i could.......... if only i stop feeling like shit every day for different reasons #urghrghrgh i feel a lil sick... stummy hurt and nose keeps running ughhhhhhhhhh i should not have gone outside < thinks its allergies #honestly tho h.sr is only gonna take like 20 mins MAX bc the quest thing for the shop management gameplay is TIMELOCKED im soooo upset by t #at by the way also i hate how it intterrupts my gameplay with sidequests PLEASE . ok ik that it makes it more fun and less boring/.#i should play a shop management game again. like ykno those ones on like coolmathgames. egads theyre sooo addicting to me theyre like candy #ok but i also have to play the tour for eng.stars adn btw IM NTO READING SATELLITE UNTIL ALL THE STORIES COME OUT so i can binge read them #egads. i was supposed to farm 3 hours ago and now my 2nd farming session is coming up in a couple of minutes except i slept thru the first!#ok but i NEEDED that sleep its fine. its fine ill farm it all now its fineeeeeeee

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penisliker-moved · 2 years

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im like *Gets mad at my parents*

#im like constantly baseline mad at them but i cant be Mad at them all th time bc i run out of fuckign energy yk #i just wish theyd stop trying to give me financial advice like 1. Stop fucking looking at my bank statements leave me the fuck alone #my dad literally said it up so hed stop seeing my bank statements why the Fuck is my mom seeing them. shes not even connected to th acct #2. you think im going to take financial advice from ppl who had kids at age 20 one hs a shopping addiction the other buys new gaming #consoles when his kids r starving. You think im gonna take financial advice from th couple who hve been on th brink of divorce for 15 years #and then decided to BUY A FUCKING HOUSE as soon as one of them got a job that paid like 25 dollars an hour. full offense. if i want #financial advice im not fucking going to you two chucklefucks.#if my childhood has taught me fucking ANYTHING its 1 #what not to look for in a marriage 2. what not to do with my money 3. how not to raise kids 4. Dont ever be like my parents #like. gddd #and she ws like #bitching at me abt having a savings acct. which i have #and i have a decent amt of money stockpiled and she knows that bc she snoops on my shit #and ALSO shes literally never had a savings acct in her fucking life afaik #ik its mot their fault explicitely that we live in poverty ik both of their families r like. well theyre both pretty poor #but yk like. theyre bith so fucking irresponsible with their money qnd i hate that theyre trying t act like paragons #when again. th only thing theyve ever taught me is What Not To Do. i never wanna be like them id genuinely rather be dead.#ik im just like a dramatic teen but. the thought of ending up like either of them is my biggest fucking fear. whatevr #and ik ppl say moving out rly helps yr relationship with yr parents but gd i. Ik theyll keep asking me for money and keep rpetending that #either of them r like. even Slightly worthy of being called a parent #GD. WHATEVER

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magnoliamyrrh · 2 years

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#goooood #its only 12:40 but i feel like im going to collapse #im so tireddd ughh god #and i slept like 8 hours last night wtf #time to shove more pills down my throath lmao 🙃#ill get a coffee at some point but if i do that now im just gonna be worse some hours later #......maybe i didnt take my meds this morning actually??? but i feel like i did #last time i was so tired at this hour was bc i forgot them #....did i just look at how many pills there were without taking them tf #i also actually ate last night more than usual and even had something for breakfast which i never do so. whats up #love how at first i was scared of seizures but now i pop 2 of these a day barely hours apart and im like. fuck it lmaoo #kinda addictive but also. these things have made me not exhausted 24/7 for the first time in literal years its insane #wait maybe i didnt take them. bc im hungry?? i can't feel hunger when i take them #i feel like that's a pretty good sign i havent felt even 2% hunger no matter how little ive eaten these weeks

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orcelito · 2 years

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should i make a Bad Choice?

no.

do i Want to make a Bad Choice?

.................yes

#speculation nation #i have a monster energy drink and a schedule to do let's goooooooo #i used to drink these like candy when i was 18 or so lol #HORRIBLE decision to do it bc it can fuck me up so easy and also im currently struggling with a caffeine addiction #tho that's. kinda exactly why i want to drink this.#ive only managed to write like 700 words. fucking NOTHING for a day's attempts.#i took a nap and that hasnt fixed it. my eyes have been Pressure all day #and i have a bit of a headache. again.#im not gonna drink the whole thing in one sitting probably. maybe half. which SHOULD hopefully help me avoid the worst of symptoms #i have to be careful with heavy caffeine intake these days bc it kinda does fuck with my heart lol #which. that Fluttering is not a good feeling. at all. so i would like to avoid it.#but i have several more things i want to get done tonight and so. the risk is perhaps worth it this time #you may say 'but fanny havent you been having trouble sleeping lately?'#to which i would say 'yes but shhh its okay dont worry about it'#risks and rewards my followers. risks and rewards.#be prepared for me to be annoying as hell. as a heavily caffeinated me will be.

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my-ugly-organs · 4 months

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Erotic fantasy: My meds work for once in my fucking life. I am able to perform basic tasks and not being disabled by my illness.

#I fear this will never come true #My doctor doesn't bother with a diagnosis and much less finding a medication that works #Im tired #So tired #Please #Is it too much to ask to be able to live without relying on substance abuse?#Weed has been the only thing that's helped through this depressive episode but i fear i could become addicted to it #I do believe this illness is biological and that i need the right medication to help me #But for that i need to know whether its bipolar or bpd #And my doctor is not helping much in getting a diagnosis #Even though i've asked he hasnt made any tests or anything #The only thing he's just doing now (my next appointment) is he's gonna interview people close to me #But i've asked for a diagnosis since i first started seeing him

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spirit-praise-and-beauty · 9 months

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venting in tags again dont rb

#ohhh my god i am sick of everything.#im starving but too proud to ask for money #im stuck in my room bc if i leave im gonna get faced with some shit thatll only serve to make me angrier #everyone i know. EVERYONE with NO EXCEPTIONS is SEVERELY toeing at my boundaries lately #my sleep schedule is so fucked idk if i can make it to work on time #i have literally NO means to calm down except possibly robbing the liquor cabinet #which i am NOT about to do for reasons of my own plus it would be rude #i have shit i still have yet to reschedule. i have to get these things done THIS MONTH #but with how many FUCKING times ive had to reschedule it it doesn’t feel even worth it anymore #even though this is something that could land me job security for the rest of my fucking life #im falling deeper and deeper into a pit of addiction to weed that i cant climb out of because nothing else fucking works #i cant fucking find a therapist and my old one is always booked #everything has gone to so much shit and im tired of it #i have nothing left going for me #and frankly id rather die than keep living like this #i can’t ‘theres so much beauty in the world i have yet to experience’ my way out of this one

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hybridirl · 4 months

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i’ve never done this before…

18 + only, please!

ellie x f!loser!reader

a/n: so basically i was on janitor ai because i’m genuinely an addicted freak and this was inspired by a chat i had :3 im also replaying tlou2 bc i cant stop i need it i need it i need it. also i think a LOT more things make sense now, so i think you should replay after u play it.

brief summary: ellie is ur big sister’s best friend! but, unfortunately you’re dubbed an “annoying little sister,” your sister’s not home, ellie’s high when she comes over, and ur a loser nerd who can’t deal with confrontation :(. (au if it wasn’t obvious!)

tw / DUBCON?, ellie is very mean, degrading, praise, pet names, reader is a virgin, small age gap if you really squint, porn without a plot, rushed sex, scissoring (tribbling?), use of y/n i think…

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with a grunt, you pulled your pajama pants up the rest of the way. you were headed to the door after hearing seven hard knocks on the door.

“hello—“ you began, cutting yourself off when you see ellie, your sister’s best friend. “ellie?” you glanced behind her, then behind yourself. “she’s not home right now.”

“yeah, yeah,” she slurred, and your lips went into a thin line from her state, so obviously intoxicated. “she told me come ‘n wait. she’s gettin’ her shit rocked, ‘r whatever. she dropped me off ‘ya know? said you wouldn’t mind. you don’ mind, do you?”

being such a caring person had its ups and downs. you weren’t fond of ellie, and she wasn’t fond of you. she had been your biggest bully throughout the entirety of middle and high school. but, you couldn’t deny her entry. she could get hurt or worse, and you didn’t want that. or to be responsible of it.

you adjusted your glasses, eyeing her with a thoughtful look. her eyes were halflidded, red, and she smelled disgusting. she eyed you right back, her stare almost intimidating.

“no, ellie. i don’t mind,” you said begrudgingly, stepping aside to allow her in. you watched her make her way around the all-too-familiar home while you shut the door. you mentally prepared yourself for tending to her needs; you knew she’d tell if you hadn’t. you also prepared for the anger she would inevitably feel. she was an angry person when intoxicated. you leaned against the door and watched her opened the fridge.

“what do you got?” ellie asked, shutting the refrigerator and looking at you. “what’re you gonna make?”

“i don’t know,” you responded and took a glance at the stove. you hadn’t noticed what she took from the fridge, only gasping when you heard the familiar sound of a beer opening. “hey, hey, hey! that’s my dad’s!” you watched ellie shrug and give you a “so what?” look. “stop it, that’s not good for you!” you rushed over, reaching for the beer, but her rough hand kept you in place as she chugged it down. “ellie, stop! you’re already high, that’s gonna make it worse; ellie, stop!”

“and what the fuck do you know?” she asked as she slammed the beer bottle of the counter, “you stupid fuckin’ loser, what the fuck is wrong with you? i’ll do what-the-fuck-ever i want. you’re such a fucking lame-ass, you won’t even take a lil sip o’ this thing,” she stuck the beer can up to your mouth, which you turned away from, “that’s what i thought, you stupid bitch. you’re probably a virgin, too, huh? you don’t even try- nobody even tries for you. no man, no woman, no whatever. never been in a relationship, never been in fuckin’ nothing. you are such a fucking loser.”

your jaw was slack, almost looking like a fish out of water as it tried to shut and open.

“you’re too high for this,” you said slowly, still shocked at her words. you took a step back, your back pressing against the island counter.

“you don’t know the first thing about ‘too high,’ jackass. bet you never had a dick in you before. too busy studyin’ your stupid fucking books to be the good girl you are. can’t even do this because you’re always bein’ a teacher’s pet, always bein’ a goody-two-shoes, know it all, fucking bitch. probably got a few toys like the desperate freak you are. maybe a dildo? nah, you want that pussy t’stay tight, huh?” you thought it couldn’t get worse than the insults before, but this was insane. your eyes were wide, shock filling your features.

“ellie!” you gasped in horror and embarrassment, “i— i’m calling my sister!”

“you’re a fucking snitch!” she giggled, pointing at you. “she doesn’t care what the fuck i’m saying to you. she’s too busy slutting herself out to give a fuck about your pathetic ass, baby.”

“go away, ellie,” you whimpered out, eyes at the ground. you attempted to push past her, but her hands gripped your wrists. “please.”

“you’re not getting rid of me,” she growled, her beer-breath filling your nostrils, “you’re a goddamn joke. i’m not going anywhere ‘til i’m good ‘n ready. you just know i’m right.” she leaned in, her lips brushing your cheek as she whispered deep into your ear, “you just want my hands all over you, don’t you, y/n? i’ve seen how you watched me. you want a real woman’s hands on ‘ya. all of over your pretty body, hm?”

“no,” you whispered right back, your brows furrowed. this was your sister’s best friend. this was just… wrong; you couldn’t explain it, but it wasn’t right. and she was high! she didn’t know what she was doing, what she was saying, but her touch felt so…

“don’t you lie to me,” she huffed her breath hot in your ear, “you wanna get touched bad. you know you do. you want my hands slidin’ down your pretty panties and touchin’ that clit. make you cum all on my hand. you want that, don’t you?”

“ellie,” you almost moaned out at her dirty talk, your brows knitted together in conflict. your hand went to cover your mouth as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pjs and simultaneously your underwear.

“let it out, baby,” she told as your hand muffled a broken moan, “you’re already so, so wet for me. this pussy’s just beggin’ for my touch, huh?” her finger-pad ran across your clit and your knees buckled. she giggled in response, a lazy grin plastered on her face. “mm, ya feel that? this’s what y’ve been missin’ out on with all that nerdy bullshit you do.” her fingers slipped easily inside you, making your eyes roll with pleasure; another moan escaped your throat. “y’so tight. just like i thought.” she pulled her fingers out, quickly giving them a lick before tugging your bottoms down. “oh, baby…” she moaned at the sight, licking her lips as she took you in. “look at that pretty pussy. mhm, ‘n all f’r me, huh?” she knelt down, getting face to face with your cunt. “answer me.” she kissed at your inner thighs. all you could do was watch, trembling under her dominating touch.

you yelped, jumping in surprise as she bit your thigh harshly.

“i said answer.”

“y-yes! all for you, ‘s all for you,” you whimpered, whining as her mouth finally met with your drooling pussy. your resolve had slipped away, only thinking about that needy, touch-starved vulva of yours. “oh, ellie…” she grinned as she watching you come undone, your fingers slipping into her hair and tugging at it. she lapped and lapped at your clit, tongue running circles around the sensitive bud. she gave it a last kiss before she pulled away, smirking at your distress.

“preview, baby. all that was. go to your room, m’followin’ you.”

you were anxious to walk, taking just a moment before giddily rushing to your room. the masculine woman easily followed your direction, shutting the door hard behind her as she pulled you down to the bed with her. her hands were immediately on you as you lay atop her, caressing and running down your back, cupping your ass and squeezing.

“you’re so ready for me baby, aren’t you?” she asked with a small smirk playing at her lips. “you wanna grind that pretty pussy on mine, don’t you?”

“i-i’ve never done this before, i-i don’t know what to do,” you admitted, although she already knew your circumstance.

“makin’ me do all the work, you pretty lil pillow princess?” she teased, that same lazy grin on her face. she easily flipped you over, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “god, how are you so perfect…” she moaned softly to herself, her hands running down your sides, down your legs, and down your calves. she reached her jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them down quickly. you gulped as you eyed her pubic mound, her dark hair trimmed finely.. she lifted your hips up, appreciating your vulva once more. she used her thumb to lift up your clitoral hood, bending down to meet the pearl with her tongue. “mm, god, i can’t get enough of you. pull your shirt up, wanna see those tits ‘ve been wantin’ to see.” you did as you were told, quickly pulling your nightshirt up and showing her your breasts. a groan left her throat as her hands reached out to touch them, tweaking and rolling your nipples between her fingers.

“please,” you whined, your head tilted back. “please, ellie…”

“oh, i know you’re so needy, huh? never done this before? never been touched so good by another girl b’fore, huh?” ellie teased once more, and all you could do was nod. it was all true. “say it, baby. tell me how much of a loser you are.”

with an embarrassed grimace, you obliged, “i-i’m a big loser. ‘ve never, ever gotten laid ‘n i wanna… oh!” you gasped as you felt the sensation of her pussy meet yours. “ellie…” her hips ground against yours, your clits bumping and running across each other.

“you like this? my pussy all over yours?” she growled, rolling her hips to meet your cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet.” you moaned out, your hands trying to find a place to stay as they flailed. they gripped the sheets and you watched above as her pussy slid across yours. you both glistened with a thin layer of sweat, your bodies becoming hot with arousal. “you feel so fucking good.”

“yes,” you cried, “more.” and she gave you more, her hips rolling with fervor while you writhed in pleasure. “p-please— ellie!”

“yeah, scream my name you little slut,” she purred, her auburn hair sticking to her sweaty face. “let ‘em know— let the neighbors know you’re finally getting laid.”

you continued to moan her name, completely drunk on this feeling. she let out small little ‘just like that’s’ as your voice echoed off the walls of your room.

it was intense, your bodies moving together and so perfectly in sync. sweat dripped from her forehead onto your belly, slightly coating your skin. her hands gripped your chest as she ground against you, the position slightly awkward, but pleasing nonetheless as your heats mushed together in symphony. sloppy squelches filled your ears, almost drowned out by your moans and cries as she took you.

“i’m gonna,” you began, tears welling up in your pretty eyes, “i’m gonna cum, ellie!”

“yeah? right on my pussy? cum right on my pussy, baby,” she moaned, her hands reaching her cup her own breast. you moaned, following her command like a dog as your canal contracting around nothing, costing her slick folds in all your essence. your body convulsed as you came, and the sight forced a moan out of her throat. “yeah, that’s it, my good girl, fu—ck… i’m cumming!” with her orgasm following in suit, she gripped your leg hard, riding out her orgasm as you tried to come down from your own. you whined from the overstimulation, feeling her arousal spread out on your flesh. she shushed you, her index finger on your lips as she calmed her breathing. she dropped your leg, plopping beside you with a grunt.

“t-that was good,” you said to her, your eyes lingering on her glistening face.

“mhm, now you get to brag to a—ll your nerdy, little virgin friends that you,” she jabbed a finger, “got laid.”

“you’re mean,” you huffed, a little pout on your face. she smirked, bringing a hand to the back of your neck and bringing you in to kiss.

“yeah?” she chuckled, “but you like it.”

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prescienceofdawn · 2 years

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#its. uncomfortable thinking about transitioning to a more sober life #i know that that discomfort is a sign of how dependent i am and more reason to call back and reschedule the addiction therapy appointment i #missed but fuck i do Not want to do it #smoking and drinking are like the only things that make me feel good anymore #but being fucked up all the time prevents me from investing more time in hobbies that could potentially make me happy #idk i feel like this is gonna be really rough but i have to try #clearly my way of doing things doesnt work because im miserable. perhaps its time to really listen to my doctor

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solarsturniolo · 5 months

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We're Just Friends // M.S. pt2

by 💋Natalie💋

summary: Matt is so 'sweet best friend that secretly jerks off to your pictures' coded (idea credit to @heartstreet )

tags: @oversturn @soursturniolo @flowerxbunnie @mattslolita @mattsbratt @simplysturn @megamett44-lover @sturnybabes @bernardenjoyer @jjmaybankswifes-blog @plasticferal @cupidsword @liz-stxrn @sturniolosreads @angelic-sturniolos111 @angelic-sturniolos111

warnings: SMUT!!! / masturbation / voyeurism / post nut clarity / self-deprecation

disclaimer: these stories are fictional :)

text - reader

text - matt sturniolo

Word Count: 3030

It slowly became a habit. It started small, one time a day if even that. But what started as a habit grew into an addiction. Every little thing set him off, and the only thing to satisfy the desire in him was her. He needed her in ways that he couldn’t even describe. He hungered for her.

It began with pictures, just her regular little posts on Instagram and Snapchat that had no hidden undertone to them, but every single one would have Matt beating his dick until his arm was sore. She had Pavloved him. The second he got the notification that his best friend posted, his cock stiffened and his ears got red and hot just thinking about what could be waiting for him. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he’d drop everything, all of his attention would be on her in an instant. Today was no different; he had already beat off three times in the few hours he had been awake.

As the day moved forward, and he found the inner strength to keep his dick in his pants, Matt remembered telling her that he’d look for the charger she had left when she stayed over a few nights ago. He spent a solid hour that afternoon searching the house up and down for her phone charger; his room, the living room, the kitchen, Nick’s room, hell, he even checked Chris’s room (despite Chris’s many protests followed by a shoe being launched at Matt’s shin), though he still came up empty handed.

Matt went back to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He took a seat in his desk chair, rolling himself close enough to his desk to click his monitor on, grabbing the controller that had been set aside on his desk to charge. He turned his gaming console on, the sound of it whirring to life filling the silence in the room. He reached into his pocket, taking his phone out to send her a quick text.

‘i may have lost it’

‘your mind?’

‘no’

‘your keys?’

‘no’

‘OMG’

‘?’

‘YOUR V CARD?????’

‘WHAT NO’

‘omg matty who is she 🤭🤭🤭🤭’

‘I DID NOT’

‘then i fear i do not know what you could be talking about, for i am not a mind reader’

‘your weird’

‘you’re*’

‘i actually hate you.’

‘stfu you love me. now what are u talking abt’

‘you’re charger’

‘your*’

‘you know what 😀’

‘LMAOOOO don’t blow a fuse, it’s a $10 charger i’ll just get another one. thank u for letting me know tho’

‘ofc’

He stared at the screen, his heart beating faster when he saw the read receipt pop up under his message. He waited, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as she began to type. A smile tugged at his lips as the typing message bubble disappeared, waiting for the message to pop up on his screen.

A minute passed. Then two. Still nothing. Matt’s smile faltered a little.

‘?’

‘oh shit i didn’t know you were still here’

‘what we’re you typing?’

‘were*’

‘😀 nevermind i don’t care’

‘noooo matty come back 😂’

‘i’ll get it right one day’

‘i have full faith in you, matthew. until then, im gonna be up your ass about it’

‘so…?’

‘so what?’

‘what were you typing?’

Matt could hardly sit still. His leg bounced anxiously, he bit his nails impatiently. She had been typing for a while, was it something bad? Shit, have i fucked up recently and just didn’t notice?

‘nothing 😇’

‘you’re a dirty liar’

‘��’

‘cmon, i’m youre best friend tell meeeee’

‘your*’

‘GET A NEW BEST FRIEND’

‘okay okay i’m done 😂 you’re so easy to tease’

‘Ayo 🤨’

‘not like that 🙄

‘well, you probably are pretty easy to tease like that too”

Matt choked on his own saliva. Did I read that right? He read it again, the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock. His brain short circuited. Any possible responses that he could’ve came up with dissolved into nothingness. He spent two minutes trying to type a witty comeback or some sort of smooth flirtatious reply, but when push came to shove, all he could build the courage to send was-

‘what?’

She started typing, and as the speech bubble floated in the corner of his screen, Matt palmed at the bulge in his sweats. His mind raced with thoughts, all wondering what she could have possibly been thinking about. Fuck, does she think about doing things with me? Does she want to tease me? How would she even-

The speech bubble disappeared. Matt slipped his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and his boxers, taking his hard cock in his fist. He stroked his shaft slowly, his eyes fluttering shut while he pursed his lips to hold back a moan. He waited for her response to pop up. One minute…then two…then five. He furrowed his eyebrows, his strokes slowly coming to a stop as he eyed their text messages. Why isn’t she responding? Did I make her uncomfortable? Is she weirded out?

His heart nearly dropped out of his ass when the facetime notification illuminated his screen. Without thinking to take his hand out of his pants, Matt quickly answered the call.

It took a moment for the call to connect, but when it finally did, Matt felt almost frozen in place. His heart skipped a beat, his face grew flushed with a warm rosy heat. She smiled at him and his breath caught in his throat.

“Hey!”

Matt smiled. “Hey, what’s up.”

“What, I can’t call my best friend out of the blue just to hang out?” She laughed softly. “What are you up to?” She asked.

“Just, yknow…” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “Was playing fortnite for a bit-“

She tilted her head to the side a little, furrowing her eyebrows. “I didn’t see you online. I would’ve joined you if I knew,” she grinned. “Can’t believe you played without me,” she playfully rolled her eyes.

Matt swallowed. Her eyes looked so pretty rolled back into her head like that, I could watch her do that for hours. Matt slowly stroked his cock, pursing his lips tightly to keep himself quiet. ‘Can’t believe you played without me’ replayed in his head like a broken record. His mind wandered off, thinking about the beautiful girl on his screen sitting on his bed. Her clothes discarded onto the floor mindlessly, seated on his bare thighs. Matt bit the inside of his cheek, pre-cum drooling from the tip of his cock as he imagined her pretty manicured fingers circling her clit, her eyes hooded and full of lust as lewd sounds spilled from her parted lips. His dick ached at the thought of her running her fingers through her wet folds, playing with herself in front of him, on full display just for him. ‘Can’t believe you played without me,’ her voice repeated in his head again, his mouth going dry as he thought of her looking at him with a pout while saying this, her pretty doe eyes staring at him with nothing but desire hidden behind their gaze.

He kept his strokes slow and controlled. This is so fucking wrong, he thought. If she knew…he couldn’t even think of the possibilities. She’d be disgusted, she’d be so upset. Matt would never be able to show his face in a public setting again.

“How was your day?” Matt asked in a soft voice, afraid that if he spoke any louder, his own voice would betray him. He watched as the smile on her face grew and he felt his heart twinge. This is so wrong. What the fuck is wrong with me.

“Aww Matty, you do care!” She teased. Matt let out a breathy chuckle, hoping she couldn’t hear the rasp in his voice. She began to list off the many side quests she endured on her day off from work, and Matt listened to every single thing she had to say. His eyes focused on her lips as she spoke to him. Her lips are so pretty. Fuck, I wanna kiss her so bad. I wanna feel her lips on mine. She’d look so fucking pretty with my dick in her mouth. I wonder how much she’d be able to take. Would I have to fuck her throat to make it all fit? Would she drool on my cock while I fuck her pretty mouth?

“Matt?”

He tugged at his cock, letting out a soft exhale when he heard her voice. Please say my name again. Say my name again. It sounds so pretty coming from you, I’ve never liked my name more than when it’s being said by you. His mind wandered off once more. What positions does she like? Would she prefer missionary? She’d look so pretty under me while I fuck her, her tits would bounce so nicely with every thrust I make. Or would she want something more intense? Would she want me to take her from behind? Would she want to be in charge? What turns her on? Does she wear lingerie?

“Matt…?”

Matt grunted softly under his breath, the speed of his strokes increasing just barely enough to tell. He focused his attention back on the call. “H-Huh?”

“I asked what you did today,” she repeated. “Did you have a good day?”

It took a moment for her words to register in his brain, his mind foggy with lust and desire, his cock dripping with arousal. He gave his shaft a gentle squeeze, a low growl forming at the back of his throat. “It’s much better now,” he admitted, earning a giggle from her in return. He smiled. He loved being able to make her laugh. It was something that most people couldn’t do, but Matt did it so effortlessly. He took pride in it; even his brothers couldn’t make her laugh nearly as easily as Matt could. “Didn’t do much, just-“ he stopped, trying to think of something to say other than ‘i sat around beating off to your pictures all day’. He cleared his throat, a moan threatening to escape as the warmth in the pit of his tummy grew. “Just stayed in bed all day.”

She rolled her eyes again, and Matt felt his balls grow heavy with arousal, his thumb rubbing at his tip with each slow stroke he made. Matt’s lips parted; he wanted to moan so bad. He wanted her to see what she does to him. He wanted her to know just how badly he wanted her. His eyes became glossy as he lost himself in a daze, staring at her through the screen.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”

Matt nodded, still not taking his hand out of his pants. This is so fucking wrong. Why am I doing this? I’m risking our entire friendship. “Hey, I uh- I gotta go,” Matt stated abruptly. He didn’t want to go. He never wanted to go a minute without her, but if he didn’t leave the call soon, he’d end up in a world of trouble for sure.

“Oh…okay, well call me ba-“

Click.

Matt dropped his phone down onto his desk and leaned back in his desk chair, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead as a thin layer of sweat began to form at his brow. He pushed his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock, a moan escaping him. He tugged the bottom of his sweatshirt and t-shirt up so as to not ruin it, a ritual that had become engraved into his brain from the regular reoccurrence of it. He grunted softly, tugging at his shaft desperately, his eyes screwing shut.

I need her. I need to have her, all of her. I need to feel her and taste her. I want to be between her legs, I want to taste how sweet she is, I want to watch her fall apart from just my tongue. I want to feel her squirm and run her fingers through my hair. I want to hear her whine and beg for more. Matt fisted at his cock, his strokes much faster than before. His breathing was uneven and heavy, almost panting like an animal. He needed her, he hungered for her, he craved her. Something about it was so primal. Every time he saw her or heard her, he had a full body reaction, one that he couldn’t control even if he wanted to.

Although, he really didn’t want to.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. As if on cue, his phone vibrated on his desk. His eyes fluttered open, a lustful dazed look glazing over his irises. He picked up his phone, a notification from snapchat flashing on his screen. Never ceasing his strokes, Matt opened the app and clicked on the new snap from her. His jaw went slack, pumping his cock in his fist even faster than before. He stared at her photo for much longer than he should have, but how could he not? She had her head tilted a bit, a confused look on her face with the words ‘not even a goodbye? so mean, matty’ printed across the photo.

“Fuck me,” he whimpered. She looks so cute when she’s confused. Fuck, the things I would do to paint her face with my cum while she looks at me like that…I’d probably get put on the FBI watchlist. He knew he needed to reply back soon, not wanting her to assume he was ignoring her. He just couldn’t bring himself to tap out of the photo. His cock ached, the desire building up inside of him. “Fuck, p-please,” he breathed out. Matt threw his head back, his strokes getting impossibly faster with each passing moment. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, his fist slick with his arousal.

Another snapchat notification from her came through and Matt inhaled sharply, tapping out of the photo and clicking on the new one. Matt choked out a whine, the muscles in his bicep tightening as he began to reach his high. “Fuck-“ he grunted. His breath caught in his throat as his mind went blank, pleasure coursing through his veins. It was like a drug to him. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling; It didn’t take long for him to get addicted to it, and soon enough once a day turned into twice a day, which turned into three times a day, which turned into too many fucking times to count.

He groaned, a string of vowels passing his lips, his jaw hanging low as he watched his cum spurt from his tip. He breathed in short heavy pants, slowing his strokes to ride out his orgasm. Five ribbons of white hot cum painted his lower stomach. His dick throbbed from the intensity of his orgasm and his body shivered as he slowly came down from his high.

It took a handful of minutes for Matt to realign his senses. His chest rose and fell with even breaths, his dick rested in the puddle of cum on his abdomen. He looked at his hand, his mess coating his fingers and his palm. I wonder if she’d lick my hand clean. Would she suck on my fingers? Would she look up at me with her infamous puppy dog eyes while she does it?

His eyes darted back to his phone, his heart racing as he quickly remembered that he still hadn’t replied to her. He groaned softly upon seeing her pretty face on his screen, her previous snap still on full display for him. He took another moment to admire her before tapping out of the photo. Matt quickly fixed his hair with his clean hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm. He picked his phone back up and quickly snapped a photo of himself. He typed a response before sending it to her.

Matt waited for a response, not caring about the mess that still hadn’t been attended to. The nerves in his brain lit up like a Christmas tree as she opened his snap, the endorphins filling him with dopamine as she sent back another photo. He was quick to open it, not caring if she caught on to his eagerness.

He tucked his cock back into his boxers, pulling them back up along with his sweats. He stood up, holding the bottom seam of his shirt up, quickly making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. He peeked out into the hallway, making sure Nick and Chris weren’t anywhere near before slipping into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Matt cringed at the sticky feeling on his hand, quickly turning on the faucet at the sink, running his hand under the water to rinse most of his mess down the drain. He dried his hand, then grabbed a handful of tissues, cleaning up the rest of his cum before discarding the used tissues into the waste bin. He let his shirt fall down to cover his torso, his eyes landing on his reflection in the mirror. His gaze darted away, disgusted with what he saw.

You’re a terrible friend. If she ever found out, you’d be lucky to not have a restraining order against you. What the fuck is wrong with you. How can you even call yourself her best friend. You don’t deserve her.

He left the bathroom in a hurry, slipping back into his room, gently kicking the door shut behind him. He sat back down at his desk, picking up his phone once again.

Without a second thought, he opened his facetime app, clicking on her contact. The phone only rang twice before she answered, her pretty face illuminating the screen after the call connected. Matt offered her a warm smile, propping his phone up on his desk. “Sorry I hung up on you before,” he mumbled softly, scratching the back of his neck as his gaze landed on her. He picked his headset up off of his desk, holding it for her to see. “Wanna run duos with me?”

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a/n: omg guys, what do we think is gonna happen?

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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talk to me

words: 800

warnings: addiction, breaking sobriety, drinking/doing drugs, established relationship

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @winterrrnight @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450

you can tell from the moment you pick up the phone that something is wrong. rafe’s breathing is so loud that it’s being picked up, coming through your phone speaker.

“rafe, baby?” you ask, but all you here is his panting in response.

“rafe, talk to me. what’s wrong?”

“i’m sorry.” rafes voice is gruff, it sounds like he’s been screaming.

“sorry? sorry for what rafe? tell me whats wrong.” you plead, feeling tears form in your eyes. you hate being away from rafe, you know that he hates it even more than you, especially now that he’s sober. he used to just get drunk or high the entire time until you were back, but you hated coming back to a strung out rafe, and you knew it wasn’t healthy.

“i’ve been drinking.” rafe says, and you hear the slight slur in his words.

“rafe-” you stand up, already beginning to pack. you don’t need to hear anything else. you know drinking isn’t the worst thing, but for rafe, the drinking will only ever lead to drugs, and he’s been clean for so long “i’m coming home baby. where are you?”

“our house.” he says, and you hear him fumbling with something in the background, and then a crash. it sounds like glass breaking.

“rafey baby, can you go lay down in bed, yeah?” you ask, grabbing your purse and suitcase. you’d text your girlfriends from the car on the way back home to rafe. you thought that he was good enough for you to go on a spa weekend away with the girls. you made sure it was one that was less than an hour away that way you could get home quickly.

“i’m gonna go sit outside.” “okay, i’m heading to the car right now.” you were supposed to head home in the morning anyways, so you have no issue leaving the night before, knowing your girlfriends won’t mind.

“talk to me.” you say as you get in your car, starting it up. “talk to me, rafey.” “i went to the store. i bought whiskey. i fucked up baby, i know that.” “it’s okay, honey.” you swing your car onto the highway, glad that theres no cars so you can speed, praying no cops are sitting hidden.

“and now i’m making you come home because i can’t fucking do it. god, i’m the worst boyfriend.” “not at all, rafey. you make me feel so loved. you take care of me. that’s what you’re meant to do as my boyfriend and that’s what i’m doing for you as your girlfriend. i’m taking care of you.” “i’m so tired.” rafe says. “i just want to do a bump.” “rafe, keep talking.” you say, tears blurring your vision. “i’m coming home to you right now, stay strong for me okay.”

you get rafe to continue talking as you drive home, going at least 20 miles over the speed limit the entire way. you haphazardly park when you get back home, running through the house to find rafe on the balcony.

“i’m home.” you kneel down in front of him, heart breaking at how spaced out he looks. “i’m home, rafe.” rafe lets out a choked sob, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pitching forward. you shush him gently as he cries, rubbing your hand up and down his back.

“lets go to bed, yeah?” you ask after a moment.

“i hate myself.” rafe mumbles, but accepts your help standing up. you guide him inside, not even worried about shutting the doors behind you, just focused on getting him upstairs and in bed.

“you have to break up with me.” rafe says, feet slowly shuffling down the hallway. “im going to ruin your life-” you ignore his words, blocking out whatever he was saying as you steer him into your bedroom.

“rafe, stop please.” you cut him off from continuing to speak. “i’m not going anywhere. we can talk in the morning when you have a clearer head, okay?”

rafe nods, leaning forward and pressing his lips to your forehead. “i’m so glad you’re home.” “me too.” you press your face into his chest before pulling away to tug the blankets down, watching as rafe flops down, his head immediately lolling to the side. you sit down on the bed, stroking over his hair as you watch for his breathing to change, only standing up when you are sure that he is asleep.

you gather everything on your bedside table that rafe will need in the morning, finishing it off with a tall glass of water. you’ve learned from his previous binges what he needs, you’re just relieved all he did this time was drink.

you finally get to climb into bed, sighing deeply as your head hits the pillow. you move closer to rafe until your body is pressed up against his.

rafe mumbles something you can’t make out and turns, resting his head against your chest. you smile and wrap your arms around him, holding him close, knowing this is what he needs at this moment.

“i love you.” rafe whispers.

“i love you too.” you press a kiss to the top of his head. “i love you and i’m gonna be here for you no matter what, don’t you forget that.”

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