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[dannyricsmirrorball]

tying the knot • cl16 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?

alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || i tried my hardest to fit this into one part but i literally couldn’t. so this part is kinda boring and lacks much plot but i tried to make it fun! also have realised alex and lily are always the reader’s best friends… but i just love them so much it just happens!! also OSCAR SPRINT WIN!!!! okay pls enjoy xx

part 2!

circa 2022

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yourusername 🌺🌺

francisca.cgomes gostosaaaaa 😍

⤷ yourusername love u kika baby

username7 omfg i need to raid her closet

username19 y/n is ALWAYS pulling out the looksss

lilymhe LOML OML MARRY ME

⤷ alex_albon oh.

⤷ charles_leclerc 🤨

username88 them gasly genes are STRONG

⤷ username6 let’s be real… y/n eats up pierre

username2 face card never declines

luisinhaoliveira99 love 😍😍

charles_leclerc 😍

⤷ username67 charles don’t flirt (poorly) with ur best friends sister challenge - level IMPOSSIBLE

landonorris jesus look at that countertop 😬

⤷ luisinhaoliveira99 cala a boca

⤷ yourusername yeah eat it lan 😒

isahernaez guapísima 🩷

⤷ yourusername i love uuuuu

ig stories - francisca.cgomes, lilymhe, luisinhaoliveira99, carmenmmundt, isahernaez, carla.brocker

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francisca.cgomes fun w my sistaaa

tagged yourusername

username8 my faves reunited!!!

username14 so that’s where kika was going in her story!

⤷ username72 where are they

⤷ username14 pretty sure italy

⤷ username72 maybe the other wags and drivers are going as well… like they all posted travel stories within the same hours

charles_leclerc where’s pierre?

⤷ francisca.cgomes i should be asking u that

⤷ charles_leclerc uh yeah ok um so

⤷ francisca.cgomes you’ve lost him haven’t u

⤷ charles_leclerc phone died. thought he’d crash w u guys 🤷‍♀️😔

⤷ pierregasly soz mate, let me drop a pin

⤷ yourusername i told u not to get to crazy

⤷ charles_leclerc what happened to trust?!

⤷ username3 i- are charles and pierre there too?!?

username57 dead at them using the comments like their messages

yourusername my sista 🩷

pierregasly 🤍

username8 y/n and kika’s friendship is so cute, they’re so close 🥰

⤷ username71 kika defs likes y/n more than pierre LMFAO

⤷ username16 don’t blame her

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carla.brocker my favourites

tagged yourusername, charlotte2304

username88 the leclerc wags 🙌 (yes i’m including y/n 😏)

arthurleclerc 😍😍

username99 omg charlotte and carla are there as well?!?

⤷ username3 i’m convinced everyone who posted on their story is joining

charlotte2304 pretty girl x

leclerc_pascale mes belles filles ❤️

⤷ carla.brocker merci maman 🥰

⤷ username82 pascale talking abt her daughter-in-laws 🫣

username95 need to raid all of their closets

username7 y/n and her sister-in-laws 🥰

⤷ username85 u guys need to let go. charles and y/n are not dating.

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lilymhe my favourite people

tagged yourusername, alex_albon

username3 yepppp they’re showing up 1,2,3….

username26 goated couple. goated best friends.

charles_leclerc 2nd slide jump scare

⤷ lilymhe 😐

⤷ charles_leclerc i was talking abt alex!!

⤷ alex_albon thanks man. love ya too.

⤷ yourusername don’t lie. no u weren’t.

⤷ charles_leclerc ur right i wasn’t 🫣

⤷ lilymhe 😲

⤷ username23 i had no idea lily and charles were tight like that

⤷ username14 becoming best friends w his girlfriend’s best friend

username46 faveeee wag

username89 best couple on the grid

yourusername ur my favourite people 😘

⤷ alex_albon person*

⤷ charles_leclerc i thought i was ur favourite people 😔

⤷ alex_albon person*

⤷ lilymhe sucks to suck leclerc, i’m her favourite people 😝

⤷ alex_albon person*

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isahernaez vibras de verano

translation: summer vibes

username23 do we think she’s w y/n, lily, and kika?

⤷ username14 i rlly hope so, i’ve missed isa w the other wags

⤷ username55 y/n isn’t a wag

⤷ username14 not yet… trust the slow burn

username17 you’re GLOWING isa

luisinhaoliveira99 beautiful isa ❣️

yourusername isaaaa my love 💖

⤷ username5 obsessed w them 😭

francisca.cgomes 🔥🔥

username55 isa estás en Italia? 💖

⤷ isahernaez sí 🩷

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heidiberger_ 💐💐

tagged danielricciardo, yourusername, carmenmmundt

username4 HEIDI UR KILLING US

danielricciardo 😮‍💨😮‍💨

username8 dk if i’m more jealous of heidi or daniel

username16 ummm are we all seeing that correct… bride tribe???

⤷ username7 ahhh this makes sm more sense. they’re all there for a wedding! question is… who’s?

yourusername i’m FLOORED on the FLOOR

username99 we are getting FED this break

username02 need to know who’s wedding this is that it constitutes practically the ENTIRE grid to come

username77 so this is defs a wedding trippppp

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alex_albon ti amo italia

tagged lilymhe

yourusername hands off my wife albono

username80 best couple on the grid

charles_leclerc tu parli italiano?

⤷ alex_albon pizza pasta 🤌

username9 alex in his multilingual era 😝

username72 alex said mine not yours lmfao

ueername9 alex tell us why ur there?!

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pierregasly jolies filles

tagged francisca.cgomes, yourusername

username97 this is so cute

francisca.cgomes 🩷😘

charles_leclerc where’s mine? 😘

⤷ pierregasly you have plenty coming 🙄

⤷ username53 sir what do u mean?!

username76 these three 🥰

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joris__trouche nuit de liberté 🇮🇹

translation: night of freedom 🇮🇹

tagged charles_leclerc

username31 JORIS IS THERE?!

⤷ username8 charles cant go anywhere without his main man

username70 freedom…? u don’t think 😳

⤷ username82 charles is not getting married get real

username34 who is mutuals w all these people to come to their wedding like this is crazy

username65 looks kinda like a bachelor party…

⤷ username9 who tf would he be marrying

⤷ username16 not tryna speculate but we do know a certain someone was there before everyone else…

⤷ username9 he’s pierre’s best friend. you think pierre would let that slide.

⤷ username16 they’re adults 🤷‍♀️

yourusername freedom? 🤨

⤷ username87 this is all the confirmation i needed. y/n charles wedding is happening. mark my words.

⤷ username34 let’s get u to bed grandma

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yourusername girls trip!

username99 y/n living her best life

heidiberger_ u are everything 🤩

⤷ yourusername i’m in love w u

luisinhaoliveira99 stunning y/n 😍 best time!

⤷ yourusername so much fun xx

danielricciardo girls trip 🤨

⤷ heidiberger_ well it was for these nights 🤷‍♀️

⤷ danielricciardo fairs

⤷ username52 i- …. hen night??

lilymhe LOML MY GIRL FOREVERRRR BAEEEE

⤷ yourusername alwayssss loverrr

⤷ alex_albon 🤦‍♀️

⤷ charles_leclerc we told u not to get to crazy 🙄🤣

charles_leclerc getting wild?

⤷ yourusername not as wild as u have been 😬

⤷ username54 so they’re defs talking abt whoever’s hen night and stag they went to im guessing

pierregasly make sure u come back in one peace - and kika as well!

⤷ yourusername no promises pear

francisca.cgomes bodyyyyyy

carla.brocker so much fun my girl 💖

lorenzotl make sure to have fun and be safe y/n/n!

⤷ yourusername always am enzo 🩷

⤷ username74 stop it i’m going to sobbbb he’s such an older brother to them all 😭

leclerc_pascale ❤️

⤷ username16 just mother-in-law things

⤷ username92 get a grip. she watched her grow up, her sons are best friends with her. ofc they have a relationship.

carmenmmundt don’t want to leave 😫

⤷ yourusername literally in paradiseee

⤷ georgerussell63 joking right?! ur coming back right?! pls come back!! i cant handle them for much longer 😳

⤷ charles_leclerc i second that. come back!

⤷ yourusername i think u were counted in the ‘them’ charles

username81 i’m going CRAZY. I NEED TO KNOW WHO IS GETTING MARRIED AND HOW THEY KNOW THE ENTIRE GRID

⤷ username16 if i speak…

part 2!

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hellooo! If you're comfortable with this, could you write a chubby!reader x Luffy where they're already in a relationship, and reader is usually pretty okay and confident in her body, but... the strawhats come across Amazon Lily, and seeing the Most Beautiful Woman fawn over her body while looking at reader like she's a disgusting bug, makes reader wonder if she deserves to be with Luffy after all. (Happy ending please)

Beauty in the Eye of The Beholder: Luffy x Chubby!Reader

Includes: Luffy , Strawhats , Fem Reader , Amazon Lily Women

A / N: AWWW I LOVE THIS REQUEST !!! I'm kinda chubby and insecure myself , so this hits a bit close to home. Thank you for this ! Hope you enjoy ! IM SORRY ITS SHORT. IM EXHAUSYED BUT I JOPE YOU ENJOY.

Confidence. No matter what happened , you always had confidence in yourself and others. You didn't care how you looked , how you fought , how you talked , or what others thought of you. You were a strong willed woman , which is the entire reason Luffy was so drawn to you.

Your relationship with the childish captain was no secret. Luffy was open about showing you affection in front of others ! Kisses , massive hugs , hand holding , etc. He wasn't shy when it came to PDA and neither were you.

You did wonder every now and then how he truly felt about you. I mean , there's people like Robin and Nami on the crew. Those feelings quickly washed away whenever Sanji or your boyfriend was around.

Even if you felt down , both of them cheered you up. Sanji didn't treat you any differently just because of your size and Luffy loved ALL of you. He made sure to tell you every time he gets the chance. In his eyes , chub is just more of you to love. More for him to love , in his eyes.

You knew of Luffy's interactions with Boa Hancock , the woman deemed as the most beautiful. Speaking of , your crew was heading to Amazon Lily to hide for a bit and discuss plans.

You understood that Luffy didn't see Hancock like that , but you couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. You never expressed that , however. You just went on and ignored the feeling bubbling up in your chest.

"We are approaching Amazon Lily !" The voice of the Navigator broke you out of your trance. You turned your head to the left and saw the beautiful looking island.

"Damn. You 3 are excited , aren't ya ?" You stated as you noticed Franky , Sanji , and Brook already st the railing. "Hell yeah , sista !" Franky replied , his smirk as wide as ever.

"I'd like to see their panties , even though dont have eyes , yohoho." Brook stated nonchalantly with a blunt sounding laugh , earning a smack on the head from Nami and a laugh from Luffy.

"Turn the ship sharply at 6 o'clock !" The ginger shouted to your Helmsman. "Roger." Jinbe replied , doing exactly as she instructed him to do. You and Usopp walked over to drop the anchors as you noticed a few women come up to the ship.

"Luffy ! You're back ! And you brought your crew !" You turned your head to see a giant lady with the sweetest looking features. Your boyfriend ran up to the edge.

"Aphelandra !" He shouted , a wide smile on his face. He laughed and waved to her. "Where's the other 2 ?" He asked as he looked around for them.

"Oh ! They're behind me ! We are supposed to welcome you in !" As if on cue , 2 other ladies ran up behind the orange - brown haired lady. A blonde lady and another brown haired lady.

"Sweet Pea ! Marguerite !" The 2 girls in question smiled widely and ran to the ship. "Luffy !" The giant lady ran behind them. "Wait up !" She shouted like a child running after their mother in a Walmart.

As the 3 conversed with your boyfriend , your heart couldn't help but hurt slightly. They were beautiful ! You couldn't even imagine what Boa Hancock looked like. Though , you didn't have to wait until the woman of the hour showed up and jumped onto the ship.

The 3 perverts immediately turned to stone and Usopp gaped at her. Your eyes widened as you observed her. She was GORGEOUS. Her title was definitely well deserved.

"We'll have to stay over here for a while , Luffy. I hope you don't mind." Marguerite said kindly , jumping onto the ship as well. "Ahh !! Staying over with Luffy !! How delightful !!" The snake empress turned red , as if she was the female version of Sanji when it came to the strawhat boy. You didn't appreciate it. At all.

Soon , night fell. Sanji managed to awaken from whatever happened to him and made all of you some food. Your eyes trailed over to Luffy and Hancock , a twinge of jealousy hidden behind your gaze.

It was obvious she was love with him. She was literally all over him ! But . . You couldn't help but think back to yourself. In your eyes , you were nothing compared to her. She was skinny , powerful , and had beautiful blue eyes. Her hair was long and beautiful , the black complimenting her eyes. Her form was also absolutely perfect. She had curves in all the right places and her outfit hugged them just right.

You handed your food back yo the blonde haired cook , who raised an eyebrow at you. "Sorry , Sanji. I'm not hungry. You can give it to Luffy , if you want." Before he could respond , you walked away.

You didn't know where you were going until you noticed that you ended up in your room. You sighed and gently closed the door behind you , falling onto it. Your eyes pricked with tears as you began to cry , cry about how you were nothing but a bug in your eyes.

You hated it. Why were you feeling like this now ? You never had any problems with your body , so why were you acting like this ? You stood up and threw a pillow from the ground onto the wall , anger boiling in your body. You weren't mad at Hancock or Luffy , but at yourself.

You walked over to your bed and flopped onto it , scrunching the blankets up underneath you. You moved to cover yourself up and just . . Cried. You didn't know what to do. Your eyes stung from how hard you were crying and your body trembled like you were experiencing frostbite.

A knock on the door caught your attention. It was loud and harsh. You knew who it was just from the sound alone. Luffy. You sat up and wiped your eyes with the tissues by your bedside. "Come in." Your hoarse voice called out , a reminder of what you were once upset about.

The man walked in and frowed. "Why aren't you out there with us , Reader ?" He asked as he walked over to your bed. He sat in front of you and observed how you looked. Your hair was a mess , your eyes were red and puffy , and your cheeks were stained with fresh tears.

He sighed and put his arms around you. He knew. He may seem stupid , but he was very observant. Especially with you. You said nothing and just cried onto his shoulder.

"Look , Reader. I don't see her like that ! I promised you that I would make you the queen of the Pirates so you could be by my side. I'm not gonna let her take your place." Though his words seemed strange , they warmed your heart up immensely.

"Thank you , Luffy." You kissed his cheek and wiped your eyes. "Cmon ! I want some more meat !" He held his hand out for you to take. You laughed and placed your hand in his. He laughed and dragged you out of your room , away from your moping.

[sturniolo04]

Boyfriend's Brother M.S. & C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader x fwb!Matt

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Emmy's POV: His hands were all over my body making me feel safe and loved. His lips roamed all the places I wanted him to roam finding all of my sweet spots in need. I tugged on his messy brown hair not being able to contain myself from his touch.... i giggled at his cuteness finally sitting next to me on my bed cuddling me finally

Matt: jesus youre adorable

Emmy: you are too

Matt: whatever

Emmy: You have to go back home otherwise Chris is going to find out about this

Matt: fine leaving now

he says rolling off of her bed putting his clothes back on

How long has this been going on you may ask since the day we became best friends. there was this spark between me and Matt and it just happened so fast I couldn't see it coming or stop it from coming.. it just happened...

Matt: I will hopefully see you tomorrow night maybe princess

Emmy: we'll see Matthew

I replied after he leans over and gives me one last peck on the lips. He leaves to room as i stand up getting ready ironically enough I am supposed to be hanging out with Chris today.

Madi came back in the room, Madi was my roommate in our new apartment together

Madi: heyy

Emmy: hey how was Jacob's

I ask seeing she stayed over last night

Madi: great he is just amazing

she states plopping on my bed

Emmy: well thats good Madi

Madi: what about you? you and Chris good

Emmy: i mean kinda

Madi: ooo spill sista

Emmy: its totally nothing were fine 

Madi: Emmm

Emmy: i just- i dont- got alot to figure out is all

Madi: Okay well i am here for you love

Emmy; I know

I state as Madi gets up and head back to her room

and it was true me and Chris are good

Emmy: oh hey  i am leaving with the Chris in 10

Madi: okay have fun

Emmy; Thanks i will definitely try just that

i tease as she throws a pillow at me laughing. We posted a new roomie type instagram since we live together now

@itzemmy

itzemmy: look at my roomie <3

and I headed out the door 

I met up with Chris and we were just walking around the mall hanging out like normal when well

Chris: i just dont feel like you feel the same way about me that i do for you

Emmy:  What no i totally do Chris

Chris: yeah

Emmy: yeah i wouldnt be dating you if that wasnt the case silly

you say pushing him playfully as you guys walk through the mall

Emmy: we are back

I announced walking in the Sturniolo house, since I knew madi said she was hanging out here today, sitting on Chris' lap seeing Matt glance over in my direction

Madi; im going to go see Jacob so see ya losers

she sates walking out the door. i walk into chris' room sighing after Chris left to go run some last minute errands, hopping in the shower to wash off the day as i feel a presence behind me

Emmy: Matthew!

i whisper/yell

Matt: Pincess

he responds leaning in for a kiss

Emmy: no Matt we cant not now not ever

i say freaking out turning the water off and getting out and grabbing a towel wrapping it around my body walking into my room with him following

matt: why not Emmy

Emmy: Because i'm dating your brother thats why Matt

Matt: ...

Emmy: and we cant hurt him

i said on the verge of tears seeing i did really like him

Matt: your right

he says walking out the door closing it behind him.. i couldnt help but cry... as Madi walk in

Madi: I knew you would-... Emmy

Madi: whats going on love

she says as the she squat down next to me by the bed

Emmy: i-i like a boy i am not suppose to like

Madi: Chris..

Emmy: no... its...

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[bellyaz]

✨ BELLYAZ INTRO

Hey Luvvies!

I made this blog as an outlet for all my horny belly thoughts, to show love to my favorite feedees, and to advocate for the big girls (& guys) when needed. I may post my belly from time to time but we’ll see 🤷🏾‍♀️ I might also repost or rant about stuff that doesn’t have to do with the kink.

✨ Stuff to know:

• I’m in a relationship so I’m not here for romantic connections. & I’m not really interested in communicating through DMs (My asks are open! I’m more likely to reply to them than a dm). Please be respectful of that.

• I used to create content but shi got hectic (& the money wasn’t good) so I stopped

• I’m always open to asks, but again, be respectful

• I’ve been straying away from the feedee aspect of the fetish but I do indulge from time to time.

• I am not here for the bs. I’m a sweet heart but I will not tolerate any bigotry or ignorance. I’m here for the girls, gays, theys, sistas, cousins, and neighbors!

• Big up yuhself if yk where “bellyas” is from

✨ Top 5

• Intox feedism

• Stretch marks

• Burps

• Bloating

• Encouragement/Humiliation

(See more below. I’m into inflation too, but I didn’t see it when I was filling it out😂)

[evanpetersmybf]

Scary Love

Kit Walker x female!reader

Summary: A future nun with trust issues and a falsely accused gentleman.

Genre: Fluff and some angst.

Word count: 1,381

Warnings: Catholic reader and mention of some religious items (not really sure if this counts as a warning, but okay)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ཐི ♡ ཋྀ

...And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

You crossed yourself, still kneeling down in front of the crucifix, hands holding a Holy Mary medal.

The chapel was quiet and peaceful, a big difference in comparison to the rest of the asylum, which was always filled with screams and many other disturbing stuff. How did you end up in this hellhole? That’s the question you ask yourself every night before going to sleep. Ah yes, you were the one who took this decision. No one forced you.

You returned to the main room; a jukebox eternally playing Dominique non-stop while all the patients coexisted in the common hall.

And there he was. The one and only Kit Walker. Probably the most sane person in the habitation right now, besides you of course.

The handsome man saw you and a sweet smile appeared on his face, cute dimples along the lovely grin. Seeing him made you feel multiple things at the same time. Things you didn’t allow yourself to feel. With a heavy sigh of remorse, you avoided his gaze and kept walking around, finding an excuse to get away from him.

Kit’s brows furrowed, not getting what was happening. Why were you avoiding him? He thought you two were good friends now. In reality, you were one of the few people in the psychiatric who actually treated him as a human being and not as a crazy murderer -which he clearly wasn’t, tho- and that melted his heart.

He followed you from behind, but you kept escaping.

“Sista’!” He pleaded, until was finally able to catch up and grabbed your hand, making you turn around to face him. “Sista’ Y/N, what's goin’ on?” His dark doe eyes tried to meet yours, as an attempt to find an answer.

Nothing.

Kit scoffed, making early assumptions due to your lack of reaction. “So do ya’ really believe in that bullshit, huh? Ya’ really think I killed my wife?” Annoyed, the man let go of your hand, but deep down he hoped you didn’t think of him that way.

“No, wait!” You replied, looking down at the floor while fidgeting with a cross necklace hanging around your neck. “Is not like that, Kit…”

“Then what is it, sista’? Are ya’ scared of me?”

“I actually am.” You took a deep breath and stared at his eyes after hesitating for a while. “I’m afraid you are the temptation, Kit.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow, having more questions than answers. “Whatcha’ mean, sista’? Da’ temptation?”

“The temptation I always pray to God to keep far from me.” Your gaze drifted to his forearms; thick veins and big hands. Oh Lord.

Kit realized you were staring down. He tried to discover what were you looking at, until he noticed your eyes and a subtle blush on your cheeks.

He smirked and crossed his arms in front of him. That cheeky smile. The one who made you head over heels.

“Oh, so now I’m da’ devil, hm?”

You didn’t say anything else. You ran away from him and locked yourself in your room.

Kit was always on your mind. No matter what you did, he was always there. Even when you attempted to pray, you heard his voice. Maybe you need to be the patient and not a novice.

After a long sleepless night, you found yourself in the kitchen early in the morning, just to find Kit kneading dough and mumbling some things to himself.

“Mornin’, sista’” Voice soft like honey, yet it showed some concern because of what happened yesterday between you two. “Ya’ ‘kay?”

“Mhm…” Of course not. You weren’t okay. You felt conflicted.

“If I may ask… Why did ya’ become a nun?”

“I’m not a nun yet. I haven’t made my vows. I’m here tryin’ to find out if this truly is my vocation or not.”

“And? Have you made up your mind?”

You shook your head no, hugging yourself and looking at his arms, again. “You’re the reason why I don’t know if I belong here.”

Kit let out a chuckle, feeling amused by your shyness and obvious fixation on his limbs.

“Why do ya’ always stare at my hands, sista’? Do ya’ like ‘em?”

Your face went red, eyes slightly widened. Damn. He noticed it.

“I’m not supposed to like those sinful things.”

“Ya’ a human too, Y/N”

“But I wasn’t made for this. For affection or lust.”

Kit was curious about what you meant by that. You explained everything to him, saying you felt out of place because when you were growing up not a single boy flirted with you. Besides, you said you had many awful love experiences and, after a serious heartbreak, you began to wonder if possibly your destiny was staying single and dedicating the rest of your life to God. Furthermore, you mentioned your fear of physical touch, and how you still desired it. It was complicated.

The man listened to you, looking at how you fidgeted with a chain while you nervously told your story, taking note of how your soothing voice cracked from time to time.

Everything about you was so alluring to him. He couldn’t believe no one treated you right. And, as the gentleman he was, he wanted to change that.

“Well, sista’... To me, you’re one of da’ most beautiful women alive. I mean it.” Kit took a few steps closer to you, but kept a fair distance in order to not make you uncomfortable.

He cracked a smile, in love with those charming eyes of yours.

“If I’m that beautiful, why haven't I been loved, Kit? Tell me why–”

Kit was now some inches away from your face contemplating your lips. He placed a hand over your mouth, not letting you finish your sentence.

You tried to speak, but it was nonsense; his palm muffling your words.

“Y/N, ‘m not like those assholes. Not at all. Trust me, please.”

He let you speak again, now intertwining his fingers with yours. His body was warm, his touch was gentle and comforting, the type of connection you’ve been craving for too long. Walker was so good-looking; you could look at him forever… And he could look at you for the rest of eternity, too.

“Can I, gorgeous?” His thumb brushed your lips and part of your cheek, sending electric waves to your spine.

Was this even for real? You doubt it. You thought he was messing around, but he wasn’t.

Fearfully, you agreed.

Finally, Kit leaned in and pressed his chapped lips against your velvety ones. The kiss was tender, full of endearment. His heart was beating fast, so was yours. Pupils dilated and breathing deep.

He cupped the side of your face, rubbing the flesh with his digit while you melted under his touch.

This was the very first time that someone held you the way he did. Embracing you as if you were the most precious gem, or as if you were made of delicate porcelain.

Eventually, he pulled away and grinned, both of you feeling like dorky teens after having their first kiss, even if that wasn’t the case. “Ya’ so divine…” Kit mumbled and then, his lips were dancing with yours.

He stepped back from time to time exclusively to flatter you, saying corny compliments between the kisses.

His hands were roaming all over your body, caressing every right spot to make you feel in heaven.

He was so good at this.

But… Did this have a future?

Kit was here in Briarcliff, falsely accused of committing a murder. Not only that, you were a novice. This love couldn’t be.

Your mind overwhelmed you with those thoughts, making you abruptly get away from him.

“No, Kit, I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Or perhaps you could. You felt like losing your mind. Love was making you crazy. However, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel, nor risk his safety for this. Maybe you were scared of his love. Of how much he was caring for you. You didn’t understand.

Without further ado, you left the cold kitchen, once filled with sweetness and adoration.

Kit remained there, a single tear drop falling from his eye, wondering if he could ever be happy again.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ཐི ♡ ཋྀ

A/N: English isn't my first language. Sorry if this has grammatical mistakes. Also, I tried to be respectful with the religion, I'm catholic myself and I'm so sorry if this offends someone. Hope you enjoy it! ^^

[hughessdemon]

Maybe I’m twisted too . || J. HUGHES

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest

I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips

Maybe I should be more like her

I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too

And she's perfect..

synopsis: did she give it to you better . ?

Authors note : this based off some baseless rumor about Jack and Trevor having a threesome with some girl in their rookie year :)

3 years back

“Wtf Jack ?” you silently said as you were sent a video from some random chick on Instagram

you were home in Michigan meanwhile Jack was half way in New Jersey he wasn’t home for summer . it was his rookie year as a devil , needless to say everything felt distanced with you both , not communicating with him had made you feel alone the most . You came home for summer hoping he would too, but he didn’t .… Quinn was home , he was your brothers best friend so they always were hip to hip , Luke was in the dorm in Umich so he was spending his summers with the boys . You ? you were in bed most days hoping he would reply to you but mostly late night calls saying “sorry I was so busy baby.” The calls were always short and silent , you knew then either this relationship was gonna fall apart or it would end messed up . You also knew what you guys were signing up for when he got drafted last year , but if you knew it’d get worser you wouldn’t have kept this going . There was a knock at the door , you get up to open the door to present Lukey boy at the door “hello sista sista” as he walks into your room plowing into your bed , you’re confused clearly as you close the door . “What brings you here Moosey I thought you were staying at your dorm this summer ?” you asked as you sat next to him on the bed fully examining this 6’0 foot creature on your bed . “Got bored everyone always partying so I need some peace today” he spoke as he looked over at you . “you don’t look so happy to see me what’s wrong ?” As he scanned your facial expression not a single smile or happy look in your eyes . Luke always read you like a book he was the only one who really knew what you were going through with your mental health and all , few times you would try to speak with Jack he would dismiss it because he didn’t really get what you would try and say . So ever since then you never spoke about your own feelings . “Nothing I’m just tired really moose.” you gave a reassurance look to him he nodded your way as he fell asleep on your bed again .

— Luke left few hours ago he was gonna head to another party I assume , it’s 11 pm at night . The house is at silence at the moment, Quinn and your brother is knocked out in the sunroom , parents still probably at the Hughes house. I don’t know really but it’s around this time Jack would call , so I headed straight to my room waiting for him … instead your phone dings up to a message request from some blonde chick , you opened up the app to see Jack and Trevor tag following her so innocently you decided to end up opening her message up as you opened to see a video ; confused as you are , you don’t know who’s in video ….. until you heard his moans , it was Jack … jack hughes your whole life , your boyfriend. Your eyes glued still on the screen , Trevor shown in the frame with Jack laughing "Behave yourself, baby girl ." Jack said, his both hands on her cheeks from behind, lifting her chin and giving her a dearly kiss on the lips. Then his fingers softly stroke across her cheeks, as he aroused her …. Hot tears threatened to fall out , white noises playing in your head . You just watched your boyfriend and his best friend sleeping with a girl who seems to enjoying the time with your boyfriend…. Clicking out of the video , “wtf Jack wtf” all you could say silently to yourself , your breathes hitched and stopped. Nothing was going through your mind until you see Quinn at the door looking at you with same facial expressions as you , “ im sorry y/n.” all he said to you hugging you , it seems like he found out the same way you did . Asking Quinn to politely leave so you can proceed with your thoughts to collect yourself ….

your phone started to ring showing Jack contact picture of you both . Answering the call acting like you didn’t have your heart broken 25 minutes ago , you hear him happily greeting you “hey baby how was your day I miss you .” he said chuckling

your heart was burning when he started to laugh not knowing you knew … “jack- I know I seen the video of you and Trevor .” silent falls on the call , he knew he was fucked up , regret’s running through his head. “Baby let me explain please- ” You stopped him mid way “does she tasted good , did she make you feel so good , how did she make a man like you fall on your knees ?” multiple questions falling out of your mouth with tears covering your cheeks . You were broken more when he admitted that she was good in bed breaking you more and more . Ending the call “im done Jack I’m done.”

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“Y/N !! this song is gonna be a big hit forrreal.” You smile as your producer analyzes your lyrics to your song .

“what’s the song title ?”

“Perfect” you say

[devils-little-sistaaa]

HEY EVERYBODY!!! GUESS WHOS BLOG GOT TERMINATED FOR A THIRD TIME!!!! BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE BEING HARASED!!!! FOR A THIRD TIME!!!!!

I was previously @devils-little-sista but that blog got terminated for “harassment”. I was the one being harassed and bullied. All I ever did was delete the mean annons and delete the mean replies and comments on my blogs and block them. But I’m pretty sure they made a bunch of puppet accounts and just mass report my blogs to get me terminated. I will not ignore their harassment if they find me again. I will be reporting them this time around.

What they were harassing me over: completely fictional ships and characters that I like but they don’t. Or me portraying fictional characters in a way they don’t like. Or me talking about things I don’t like that they do like. Even tho I always made it clear I was talking about fiction I didn’t like and was not talking about the people who do like it. I still don’t understand why they couldn’t just block me and move on with their lives.

I’ve been through this whole spiel two other times before this. I am so sick and tired of this. I tried to repeal my last two main blogs but never heard back from tumblr about them again. It seems easier to just start all over with a new one. So I ended up just making new blogs. Two different times. And now a third time.

I will be pinning this post and tagging it with the fandoms I’m in so that way anyone that cared about following me before can find me again.

And now I will go on the long journey of rebuilding my blog and refollowing a bunch of mutuals from memory and hoping they recognize me. Wish me luck.

[regretisstoredintheme]

Could you do headcanons for all the rise boys trying to help an insomniac reader? Like reader has been awake for so long they’ve got a headache and just want to sleep but they can’t. I don’t know if this makes sense i don’t request a lot but I love how you write to boys and I need that fluff in my life.

Hey soul sista, I don’t wa— HUHHHHHH?????? 

A request???

*snatches paper*

“Maddesthatter26 asked: Could you do headcanons for all the rise boys trying to help an insomniac reader? Like reader has been awake for so long they’ve got a headache and just want to sleep but they can’t. I don’t know if this makes sense i don’t request a lot but I love how you write to boys and I need that fluff in my life.”

A/N: of course I can!! I hope you’ll forgive me if this isn’t entirely accurate, I based it off my own experience with insomnia as that’s all I really have to go on. YOU LOVE HOW I WRITE DA BOYS??? :DDDDD IM SO GLADDDAAAAAAAAAAA

—Insomnia is a B-tch—

Warnings(?): Reader gets cranky because they’re tired. Slight age regression(?)  THERES FLUFF I PROMISE.

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Raph

Reader has been awake for 40 hours.

Your eyes ached as you opened them, looking up from your desk towards your phone screen, which had just lit up.

You could have sworn this was the 6th notification in the past hour, disrupting the blissful microsleeps you were able to squeeze in. 

An involuntary twitch of annoyance riddled your face as you finally tried to read who it was, checking the brightness on your phone only to find that it was at the lowest setting. 

Blurry words focused in to display the contact number on your phone, and you felt your heart drop. 

Raph. 

He was texting to see if you were alright, since you had replied to a text of his at 1 am. (Personally you didn’t think it a big deal, this was your second night being awake and you’d been up way later than that)

Breathing out a sigh, you let your fingers slide across the keyboard, sending the message before rereading it.

Raph lifted his phone, feeling pure relief at seeing your name— before worry crept back up his throat at the message you sent.

Sorry Raphiee I’m herrj, whs up?” -Y/n 🍓

His heart wavered a little as he texted back. 

Are you sure you’re ‘here’? You sound a little out of it - Raphie❤️

Yea jus avvdoing sleep - Y/n 🍓

I’m sorry? -Raphie❤️

Cans u comm ov - Y/n 🍓

Come over? -Raphie❤️

Yop -Y/n 🍓

slightly confused, he grabbed his bag of necessities (always ready to go) and started to head over

You stumbled down the staircase, trying to be careful as the throbbing of your head got worse from moving. 

Opening your door for him, you smiled tiredly at his large form— completely missing the heartbroken look in his eyes. 

The way you looked so frail, so— metaphorically beaten and bruised— and not to mention sick. He wanted to just scoop you up and take you away forever. 

“Hiiii…” you drawled, words blurring together. “welcome to my ‘umble abode.” 

He walked in unsteadily, dipping his head to avoid your doorframe. “Is anyone else awake?” He whispered, looking around for any signs of life.

“Nnnope” you chuckled, “how bout we watch a movie?” You smiled back at him, snuggling into his arm.

He shivered, were you always this cold? That couldn’t have been normal.. “You don’t sound yourself, (Y/n).. have you slept recently?” He asked, gently walking up the stairs in an effort to stop them from creaking (it didn’t work)

“I tried..” you sighed, completely ignoring his attempt at silence, “it feels like every time my head hits the pillow I just lose all my sleepiness.”

Raph thought for a moment as you two entered your room, trying to think up solutions. “Actually,” he smiled, turning to you, “How about that movie? I’ll set it up.” 

You beamed at him, jumping into your bed as he pulled out his laptop. He set it to the lowest setting, making sure it wasn’t blinding for you. 

Pulling out Ibuprofen from his bag, he said something about grabbing you a glass of water. 

“This should help your headache.” He said, and you were left wondering how the hell he knew you had one. To him it was obvious

He put on something simple, then  laid next to you, his arm around your shoulders as you used his forearm as a pillow. “You okay?” He asked, making sure he wasn’t crushing you, and you simply responded with a kiss on his hand. 

Throughout the movie, he gave you plenty of nuzzles, letting you calm yourself with the steadiness of his breathing. 

By the end, you were fast asleep, and he had gently closed the laptop, smiling as he snuggled his face into your hair.

Leo

Reader has been awake for 36 hours. 

He was trying to make you laugh with a really bad joke, all giggles and laughs at being in your presence. Unfortunately, your beloved blue was talking so incredibly fast and laughing throughout it that you could just feel the throbbing of your head get worse and worse. 

Overstimulation crept up your throat— you wanted to scream, to pass out, to huddle up in a dark room and never leave it ever again. 

Before you knew it, the words “I’m too tired for this” left your mouth, letting all your scorn for sleep into the sentence. As soon as you spoke it, you immediately felt dread fill your stomach. 

“Haha… what..?” Leo’s smile faltered only slightly, brows creasing as he analyzed your regret-ridden face. “Tired of… what?” He added on, begging to the gods that you hadn’t decided he was annoying. Please, god, don’t think he was annoying— not when he had fallen for you so hard. 

“I’m so… sorry—“ you choked, and suddenly, you felt like you were going to cry. “I don’t— I didn’t— you’re not—“ you felt the world sinking in around you, air leaving your lungs as well as your willpower to speak. You dissolved into mumbles as you curled in on yourself, as if that would keep you from falling apart. 

“Woah— woah, hey!” Leo was pulling your hands from your face, way more concerned about you than any joke he was going to make. 

His hand caressed your cheek, head tilting to the side slightly as he analyzed your face.

His eyes then landed on yours— specifically the bags of sleepiness under your lashes. You always had them, and yet, today they looked worse somehow.

Mentally cursing himself for not noticing sooner, he brushed your hair from your eyes. “I’m not mad, I promise.” He reassured you, leaning his forehead against yours.

“What’s wrong?”

You began sobbing to him about your inability to sleep, and he was already scooping you into his arms, giving you little nods and ‘mhm’s to let you know he was listening. 

In your rant, you hadn’t even noticed you were in Leo’s room until his eye-mask headphones had been placed around your ears, filling the world with the sound of gentle rain and wind. 

You stared at him with surprise, but he didn’t even mention it, smiling as he sat next to you, scooping you into his arms and pulling the blankets over you both— his face nuzzling into your shoulder. 

You were going to bring up the fact that it was almost noon and there was no way you could sleep now— but between the dark, the galaxy nightlight Leo had, his silk sheets, and his thumb rubbing soft circles on your back, you felt yourself slowly feel at ease.

Even if you didn’t fall asleep, you thought, this was a moment you wouldn’t trade for the world. 

Donnie

Reader has been awake for 49 hours.

“Dove?” Donnie lifted his goggles, turning to you when you didn’t respond. 

You hummed, looking back up at him with a dazed expression. “huh? What’s up? I didn’t miss an info-dump, did I?” 

He looked at you with slight confusion, unsure whether you were being genuine or mocking him. “Are you— feeling alright?” He asked, brows furrowing slightly. 

“Oh— I’m fine, I’m great.” You smiled, the gesture not reaching your eyes. 

You had joined your boyfriend’s work in an attempt to ignore how much sleep had been evading you, but with all the lights in his lab, the throbbing in your head was only getting infinitely worse. 

“You don’t look grea— I’m fine!” You glared, taking the opportunity to squint from the blaring lights. 

Donnie said nothing, only quirked a painted brow— as if he had known- no, expected the outburst. 

You shrunk a little under his gaze, feeling guilty for raising your voice. You didn’t even know why you yelled anymore, “I’m.. sorry..” you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers. You were beginning to wish you had told him rather than trying to avoid it, you just didn’t think he would be able to help. 

Sure, your beloved Donnie had insomnia as well but he was mutated for war, he doesn’t exactly crave sleep like you do.

“So..?” The terrapin queried, waiting for you to explain rather than assuming. He had a theory, but if he knew anything from ‘Dr. Feelings’, it was that people don’t like when they’re made out as something they aren’t.

“My insomnia has been a bit of a.. pain in the arse recently.” You confessed, and Donnie immediately bit down on a “knew it”, trying to pay attention to your tale of woe. 

“Mhm,” he leaned forward, encouraging you to continue. 

So you did, you told him everything, even earning a scoff when you said you didn’t think he could help. 

“Sorry, was something about that funny?” You asked after he chuckled again, glaring as he shook his head, “oh ye of little faith.” He mused, turning in his chair so he could save and exit his program. 

He then spun around, taking your wrist in his hand, “Porphyra, power down.” He said aloud, and all the fancy lights in his lab began to shut off. He guided you away, instead pulling you towards his room. 

“Wait— where are we going?” You blubbered quickly, listening to his gentle laughter, “Did you not want to be lulled to sleep by my incredible presence?” A smirk grew on his face as he watched you blush, continuing to pull you along. 

He quickly made a pillow nest on his bed, asking Shelldon to put on some soothing music for you. 

“Did you want some pjs or something?” He asked, taking off his mask and battle shell. “No..“ you mumbled, trying your best to get comfy on his bed. 

“Excellent.” He said, sitting next to you. “Come here, then.” His arms outstretched, waiting patiently for you. 

He was nervous, don’t get me wrong. His head was going a mile a minute at the prospects of that much physical touch— but, he trusted you enough to listen if he got uncomfortable. So, as you cautiously leaned toward him, he pulled you in, laying on his back with you pressed against his plastron. 

He let himself sigh, pulling you a little closer so he could adjust.

Your heart was speeding incredibly fast — although, listening to his heartbeat, the music, and his steady breathing— you couldn’t help but feel a little better.. tired, even. 

You nuzzled in a little to his plastron. and he felt as if he combusted on the spot. God it was hard being the snarky one sometimes, especially when you were so cute. 

Mikey

Reader has been awake for 27 hours.

Mikey had been in the kitchen, smiling to himself as he mixed a batch of brownies. He knew you had been stressed lately, so what better than to make your favorite treat? 

He jumped nearly 10 feet in the air when he felt you lean on his shoulder, not noticing you from how hard he was focusing. “Oh- it’s just you (Y/n).” He smiled, snuggling his face into your cheek. 

You wrapped your arms around the orange-clad terrapin, slowly letting him hold all your weight as your socked feet slid across the kitchen floor.

“Are you alr— wOAH—“ he stumbled as he realized you weren’t stopping, setting down the batter to accommodate. his arms quickly wrapped around your torso, holding you up like a handful of grapes. 

You mumbled a greeting into his plastron, eyes half-closed. Was it always so— bright in the lair? You snuggled closer to him, hiding in the darkness of your eyelids.

Mikey looked at you with concern, “So… what’s up..?” He quirked a brow, trying to gently bring up the topic as Dr. Feelings. 

You giggled slightly, then regret the choice as you felt the familiar throbbing in your head. 

“Every….thing hurts.” You managed, a tipsy smile on your face.

Mikey’s lips pursed in a wavy line, noting the obvious lack of sleep in your figure. 

“Have you-“ he paused, “slept— recently..?” He smiled warily, having known of your insomnia. If this was a harder episode than usual, he had to treat it delicately, and not like Dr. Delicate Touch unless necessary. 

He looked to the forgotten batch of brownies, which were begging him to put them in the cookie sheet. 

He smiled, cupping your face and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“How about this, sugar?” He tapped your cheeks lovingly with his thumbs, “I’m gonna throw these brownies in the oven, and then we’re gonna snuggle till you feel sleepy, okay?” 

You whined, “but I haven’t been able to sleep..”

He thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers, delight gracing his face. 

“Alright sweetness.” He picked you up, placing you on one of the seats at the dinner table. “Let’s eat, then! I’ll make you the best dinner ever!” 

He gave you a large plate, filled with leftover turkey, candied carrots, and the like. He encouraged you to eat, sitting right by you and eating his own as the brownies baked. 

What you didn’t know, was how much energy it took to digest that much food. It was delicious, but man, you suddenly felt like you had a lot on your plate. 

Mikey chatted with you as the two of you sat, and the smell of brownies soon filled the room. He got up to rescue them from the oven, and then returned, setting them down in front of you both. 

Soon you felt yourself slowing down, leaning into his shoulder as you finished your meal. You felt bad for not being able to eat the fresh brownies, but your eyes just felt so heavy.

Mikey smiled, kissing your head as he gently scooped you up, taking you to his room so he could cuddle you to sleep. He shot a text to the others, saying he would clean up later. 

He definitely knew you well. 

——

A/N: I feel kinda bad that some of them are longer than others— I TRIED IM SORRY 😭😭

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[weirdoldstans]

So this has been sitting on my brain for a couple of days, and I had to share it. I'm sorry if it's a bit long!

I hope you enjoy it!

Stan twirled his finger around the phone core as it rang. The phone booth he was in was tiny and smelled musty, but it was worth it to hear-

“Psychic hotline. We knew you'd call, but it's gonna be 50 cents per minute.”

“Hey ma.” Stan said, getting his mom.

“Oh, Mary, sweet cheeks! How you doin’? Hang on, let me get on the other line, don't wanna charge my own sista’.” Stan smiled softly. His aunt Mary had been dead for a few years, but Pa didn't know that. But this was the best way they could talk privately without Filbrick hanging up the phone on him.

“Stanley, my baby.” Ma said. “How are you doin’? Keepin’ healthy and happy?”

“Best as I can Ma.” Stan replied, deciding not to tell her about the puddle of urine he was currently avoiding in the tiny phone booth. “How about you?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. Ya father is still as he always is. Though I did hear from Shermie yesterday. He's gotten himself hitched.”

‘That's great!” Stan replied. “When was the weddin’?”

“A week or so ago. Quick private thing. I think the only people there was the bride’s girlfriend and ya brother’s old roomate. I can send ya copies of the pictures he sent.”

“No, thank you Ma. I’m actually gettin’ ready to pass through Jersey and there's a couple of things I gotta pick up from the house. I can look at them then. Can you get Pa to clear out for the day tomorrow?”

“I can try.” His mother said. “Though you should know, I sent most everythin’ to Stanford after he moved.”

Stan wanted to snort. Yeah, but the thing he needed wasn't easily found by anyone but him and Ford. “I know. It's just a few things I know Ford didn't want.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, how is Ford anyways? You talk to him?”

“Oh yeah. I actually did this time.” Ma replied. “Though he sounded mighty strange. He went completely mute on me aside from some noises I ain't heard him make since the two of you were babies.”

Stan's heart dropped into his stomach. Oh no.

“His roommate, Fiddle-something picked up and said he wasn't feelin’ good. I planned on sendin’ a care package up there.”

Stan swallowed thickly. “That sounds good. Uh hey, I gotta go. I'll stop by tomorrow around 5 for my thing.”

“Alrighty, I'll talk to ya later Stanny baby.”

***

True to his word Stan stopped outside Pines Pawns the next day. The shop closed up tight, but he knew the lock to his and Ford's old window was still busted. He needed to get his things quickly.

Hopping into his old room, Stan climbed the empty bunk and pushed on the broken ceiling panel to snatch his treasured possession.

It was Ford's diaper bag. A little faded from its time in the ceiling, the iron on science and band patches reminding him of happier days. He and Ford discovered Ford's needs quite early into their teens, just shy of starting puberty. The way he needed to hold Stan during a thunderstorm, or how he stuck his thumb into his mouth when he was feeling stressed.

They didn't know what it was called then, but Stan knew he needed to look after his brother. Just like he always did. So, they got a backpack, ironed on a few things they both really liked, and filled it with things Ford would need when his brain went all static-y.

Only when they were about 16, and had been experimenting with each other did they truly discover Ford's nature. A book they nicked in the more risque area of the library.

Ford was an adult baby. Well, teen baby but that's besides the point. His brain just turned to mush sometimes, and he felt really, really good in more ways than one when Stan coddled him and treated him like his baby.

Stan had wanted to grab this bag for two reasons. One, he didn't want either of their parents to find it and ruin Ford's reputation with them, and two, he needed a new bag to carry stuff in as his old duffel finally bit the dust.

But after what his Ma said, he had a third reason. Ford needed it, and bad from the sounds of it.

Stealing downstairs, he grabbed some food and beers, and swiped the care package Ma was going to send with Ford's address on it. She'd know it was him. Least it saved her a few cents on postage.

***

“It's alright Stan, you haven't seen your brother in 8 years but that's okay. He's family and won't bite…. probably.” He knocked on the door and waited.

A thin man with glasses peered out from a crack in the door. “I'm sorry, but Dr. Pines isn't taking visitors right now.”

“Oh, I'm not a visitor.” Stan replied. “I'm his brother.”

The guy poked his head out, and Stan could see he looked rather tired and ragged. His bright blue eyes were worn and sleep deprived, and he looked like he hadn't shaved in ages. Not that Stan could say anything. He was only clean right now because he took his dad's razor.

“Oh my gosh, you look just like Stanford.”

“Yep. I'm his twin, Stanley.” He held out his hand.

“Fiddleford McGucket.” They shook and Stan was let inside. “I'm assumin’ yer mama said somethin’ about Stanford?”

“Yeah.” Stan shed his coat and hung it up, taking only a moment to marvel at the cluttered mess around them. How did Ford go from a neat freak to this in only a few short years? “I can help him, but he might not be happy to see me.” He licked his lips nervously. “You, uh, you also might see Ford in a new light. It's okay if you don't like what happens, but I ain't about to let anyone tease him, so I need to know if you're cool with it.”

Fiddleford adjusted his glasses. “Cool with what?”

“You ever hear of an adult baby?” There was a beat of silence between them as Fiddleford looked at him strangely before finally.

“Everythin’ makes complete sense now.” He said, holding a hand to his head. “The tantrums, the shutdowns, everythin’.” He laughed a little in relief. “Here I thought he'd finally snapped, but nah, he's just a wee one. I shoulda known.”

Stan lifted an eyebrow so Fiddleford elaborated. “My ex-wife was my little before we split. She had days were she wanted to be diapered up and everythin’. Stanford just never seemed the type in college.”

“Sounds like him, he got good at hidin’ it.” Stan replied, happy he didn't have to throw the other man out for judging his baby. “You mind showin’ me where he is? Once he's in his diapers and snugglin’ with his unicorn, he'll be easier to deal with.”

Fiddleford nodded and led Stan upstairs to a closed bedroom door. Fiddleford knocked softly.

“Stanford?’

“Go away!” Yep, Ford was cranky and fussy. Stan pushed open the door and there, he got to see just how bad it was.

Ford was kneeled on the floor, his pants soaked at the crotch and tears tracking down his face behind his glasses. He had a small blanket wrapped in one fist but even that didn't seem like it was helping much.

“Oh Ford, my baby.” Stan said as he walked into the room. “It's been too long hasn't it?”

“Daddy?” Ford asked with a watery voice.

“Yeah, it's me, squirt.” Stan knelt to help Ford up. “I know things haven't been the best between us, but I came as soon as I could to help you. Come on, let's get you taken care of.”

Ford didn't fight at first, until he saw Fiddleford standing behind them. “No, no! Don't look!” He tried covering his pee soaked crotch with his hands until Stan stopped him.

“It's alright. Little boys sometimes have accidents, and that's okay. Fidds here isn't gonna make fun of you.”

Fiddleford nodded, stroking a hand across Ford's burning cheeks. “That's right, little one. You shoulda told me what you needed honeybee, I coulda helped ya.”

“Come on, let's get you in the bath, then into a nice, clean and warm diaper.” Ford sagged in his grip, relief flooding his features.

Stan took him to the bathroom, stripping him of his dirty clothes and into the warm water Fiddleford had run. Together, they washed every inch of Ford and untangled his rats nest of hair.

After, they patted him dry with a towel and Stan brought him back to his room where Stan pulled out the diaper bag while Fiddleford went to get a bottle ready.

“You brought it?”

“Yeah I did baby. It's got all your old stuff.” Stan took out Princess, the stuffed unicorn, and handed it over. Ford immediately rubbed his face on it, happy tears trickling out of the corners of his eyes.

“I also have your binkie baby boy.” Stan held up the pacifier he nabbed from a grocery store on his way here. It wasn't perfect for his mouth but it would do until they could order some stuff.

Finally, was his diapers. Obviously Ford grew in size since he last wore some, so Stan had to call in a favor to an old friend of his and get a pack of adult diapers. But it was worth it to see the smile on Ford's face when he tucked the diaper under his rear and taped it into place. He bent and kissed at the little forest creatures that roamed the front of it.

“Daddy!” Ford giggled, kicking at him slightly.

“I know baby, I know.” He held out his hands and let Ford climb into his arms. “Come on, I think Fidds has a bottle ready for you. After you drink all your milk, we’ll give you a nice orgasm to put you right to sleep.”

Ford nodded happily, and tucked himself into Stan's neck, the soft suckling of his binkie was right in Stan's ear, and honestly it was melting Stan's heart. Oh, how he missed this.

Together, all three sat on the couch in the den, Ford laying across both of their laps. Fiddleford brought the bottle to Ford's mouth as Stan pulled the binkie out. Ford took it without hesitation and greedily sucked it down.

“This is the most relaxed I've seen him in ages.” Fiddleford said. “He's been under a lotta stress lately.”

Stan absentmindedly began rubbing the front of Ford's diaper, feeling his twin's cock growing harder with each pass. “I used to do this for him all the time but after, well, somethin' between us. We haven't spoken and I feel kinda guilty for not being there.”

Fiddleford shook his head. “He never mentioned you by name, but in college he used to talk of someone whom he missed a great deal. Called him Daddy, I thought he was just gay with an older man. I didn't mind.’ He smiled and winked at Stan. “I didn't realize his daddy was his twin brother.”

Stan blushed a little. “Hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all. It's kinda cute. ‘specially the way he's humpin’ yer hand.”

Ford, who had finished his bottle, had started thrusting up into Stan's hand, mewling and keening, getting the touch he desired. Stan chuckled at the sight.

“Alright, alright. You earned it.” Pressing harder into Ford’s dick, he gripped it as best as he could through the padding. Ford all out groaned, hands fisting into Fiddleford's shirt as he rode out his pleasure.

Between the quiet praises from the other two men, and the way Stan was masterfully cradling his cock, it wasn't long before Ford shouted, hips bucking wildly as he chased his release. Only when the crinkling of his diaper got quieter and his hips finally stilled after several moments of tense twitching did Stan let go of his brother and stuck his binkie back in his mouth.

“There we go, there's a good boy.” Stan carded his fingers through Ford's locks. In just moments, Ford was out like a light, softly snoring in their laps.

Stan and Fiddleford looked at each other with a smile. Sure, there were things he and Ford needed to work on but Stan got the feeling he was there to stay.

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GODDD y'all know i love babying 30s ford sooo much. and he's such a wreck here!! so good!! trying to hide his wet crotch from fiddleford yesss

and stan being such a loving daddy even after everything...wahhh

thank you!!

[kingmabry]

Prof. Sista Subba Rao (1909-1980) taught English at the Hindu College, Machhlipatnam, Andhra Pradesh. He wrote his reminiscences in Telugu and later in English.

I first came to know of Bhagavan in early 1936 from Ramarao Panthulu, my first guide on the spiritual path. He related an incident at the Ashram which convinced me of the mysterious powers of Bhagavan. A cobra crawled into a room. Several people gathered together and were trying to drive it out when Bhagavan came upon the scene. He addressed the serpent and said, “Please move away, these people are frightened by your presence.” The serpent at once went out. Panthulu suggested that I might get cured of the problem of my failing eyesight if I sought Bhagavan’s blessings.

On June 3, 1936, I prostrated before Bhagavan and gave an account of my situation. Bhagavan remarked that my outer sight would be all right if and when I would get my inner sight. I did not understand and requested him to clarify. His answer was, “Not to have outer sight is to have inner sight.” I then begged him to enlighten me on the subject of developing the inner sight and he did so. This was a turning point in my life. My failing sight was my obsession until that moment. But the Maharshi’s upadesa brought about a change in my outlook. From that time, the question of improving my sight receded in the background and I started in right earnest my sadhana for getting the inner eye opened.

One evening, I had a peculiar experience during meditation. My breath became long and sonorous till it resembled the hissing of a serpent. My body became light and my hands, which were on my thighs, started dangling in the air. I felt every particle of my body vibrating and experienced a sort of inexpressible bliss. I did not, however, lose outer consciousness.

This peculiar experience of mine soon attracted the attention of those seated in the hall. My wife was asked to bring some water that was sprinkled on my face. After a while, my body and my breathing came back to normal. I came out of the hall and went home.

After my departure, the devotees seemed to have asked Bhagavan what the matter was with me. Bhagavan seemed to have replied that I was unable to contain the intensity of the sadhana within and so I became externalized. I was told when I came to the Ashram the next morning.

In spite of our extremely frugal life, my finances were running out short. There was absolutely no sign of improvement in my physical sight. On the other hand, the vision was gradually deteriorating. The prospects appeared very gloomy. There was every likelihood of the complete loss of eyesight. How then am I to eke out my livelihood? Further, I had a dependent in my wife. Thoughts of suicide often pressed themselves on me. There were many ponds around and on the hill. We could under the cover of darkness, easily drown ourselves in any of them.

I thought of presenting the facts to Bhagavan and beg him for a solution; but courage failed me. For one thing, Bhagavan always sat in the hall surrounded by a number of devotees; there was no privacy where I could meet him. Secondly, I was hesitant to worry Bhagavan with my personal worldly problems. But there was no alternative. One afternoon, I wrote out on a piece of paper an account of my financial, physical and mental condition and prayed for his grace. I handed over the paper to him and stood near him. He read it through and gave it back to me, but said nothing. I resumed my seat.

Soon there was a change in my outlook on life. I said to myself, ‘Suffering is the result of sinful deeds in the present or past life and everyone must pay for his misdeeds, for every action has its own reaction. By putting an end to the present life, we are adding interest to the principal. Our past sins are the principal, while the suicide will be its interest. All karmic debts are to be cleared to the last penny. It is cowardice to try to escape from the hard facts of life.’ This changed attitude towards life put an end to all thoughts of suicide that thronged the mind previously. I became a changed person, ready to fight out the battle of life at all costs and under all circumstances.

This incident gave me an inkling into the ways of the mahatmas. They do not usually work physical or material miracles but bring about miraculous changes in the mental condition of the devotees.

A few days before Bhagavan’s jayanti in 1940 or 1941, I had a sort of inspiration to compose a Sanskrit verse on Bhagavan. I did so and sent it to the sarvadhikari of the Ashram. In reply he said that the verse was read out on the jayanti day and was greatly appreciated by the devotees. The verse was: “Dwelling on the slopes of Arunachala, Sri Ramana, the Sun of Wisdom and Embodiment of Bliss, taught atma vidya effortlessly. I continually think of this matchless and measureless Guru.”

Sometime later, I saw Bhagavan in a dream seated on an elevated place like a throne. His body was shining like molten gold. Standing before him, I requested for my eyesight. He replied, “That is not possible by me, you may have to go to someone else.” The dream ended.

My brother, a devotee, was an advocate. His clientele was very limited. He wanted to shift his practice to another place in expectation of better luck. He sought Bhagavan’s opinion about it. Bhagavan replied softly, “Is that so? Why don’t you consult an astrologer about it?” We could not help laughing.

A devotee complained, “I am unable to have peace of mind. I am planning to go to the Himalayas in search of it.” Bhagavan said, “You have traveled 250 miles from Madurai and come here. How much mental quietness have you got? Multiply it by the distance from here to the Himalayas to measure the happiness you would get by going there.” Even the questioner could not help laughing.

In reply to a visitor who remarked, “I have had enough of these family troubles, my only recourse is sannyasa”, Bhagavan observed, “Now you are crying over domestic worries; then you will have your share of sannyasi’s problems. A mere change of clothes would not help. Find out the one for whom there is sorrow.”

Once I sought Bhagavan’s blessings on the ground that all my efforts to abide at the source of the mind had proved futile. When Bhagavan asked, “What is the obstruction?” I answered, “It is my deep-rooted tendencies. I need your grace.” His reply was, “Your repeated effort is bound to erase them. All sadhana is meant for this purpose only.” He further observed, “Keep up your practice. There is no need to remind God about His business which is to keep an eye always on our welfare. The mistake one is prone to make is to abandon effort under the mistaken impression that God’s grace is absent. But one should not slacken, for God’s grace is bound to operate at the ripe time.”

- Face to Face

[bakuraryxu]

one of my dear dear friends is a nurse and she has all sorts of drugs. when I was like sista girl my brother needs help she replied w this

[dekhaekkhwaab]

your intro post makes me feel as if i'm reading about myself

I am very very sorry

I thought I have already replied to you

😭

Anyways can I say ki I have already found my twin sista hehe <3

[yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo]

Bad Blood (TW: Mentions of Manipulation, Abuse and Neglect)

*SLAM!* *BASH!* *CRUNCH* “AAAAAAUGH!” The screams and crashes echoed throughout the locker room halls as a group of people were tossed and slammed around like ragdolls. Their attacker? None other then the she-beast that was Creep Queen, or Jasmine as she was better known by. The group had foolishly decided that her little brother, Grimm, was the perfect target to bully. They regretted it the minute they saw her bulky frame thundering down the corridor to confront them.  They cowered before her now as she stood over them with a menacing glare in her wine red eyes.  “Beat it ya fuckin’ wimps!” she growled. They looked at each other in panic. They wanted to run but they felt their limbs stuck in place with fear.  “Go on! SCRAM!” she roared, thumping the wall with her fist for emphasis. The group of bullies scrambled to their feet, almost tripping over each other in the process, and fled.  Jasmine couldn’t help but cackle at the sight. She looked down at her little brother.  “There ya go, all taken care of brutha” she boasted “Ain’t ya got the best big sista on Earth?” she laughed. Grimm looked at her with a pained expression. “Yea... Thanks sis...” he sighed. Jasmine immediately stopped laughing. She crouched down to his height. a rare look of concern on her face. “What’s the matter, huh? What’d they say to ya?” she asked.  “It’s nothing... They’re just being idiots” he replied.  “Come on, Ash, they’ve obviously said somethin’ to make ya so sad” she said “Go on, tell me” she knelt beside him and awaited his answer. “They.... told me I didn’t look old enough to be in the Special Circuit” was Grimm’s somber reply. Jasmine couldn’t stop a smirk escaping her lips. “Is dat it!? C’mon, ya gotta be kiddin’ me!” she giggled.  “That’s not why I’m upset!” Grimm shouted, looking quite hurt at his sister’s laughter.  “Ok ok, sorry” Jasmine said “What else did they say?”. “They told me to.... Go back home to my mommy” he whispered. Jasmine’s face scrunched up into a frown. She stood up and slugged the wall in anger, fury written all over her.  “Fuckin’ assholes...” she growled. Grimm watched her and sighed again. “Jas... Why doesn’t Mom like me?” he asked, sadly. Jasmine felt a twinge of sorrow strike her in the chest.  “I.... I don’t know why...” she said.  She started to stalk off, gesturing for Grimm to follow on. He scrambled after him, trying to keep up with her brisk pace. He stared down at the floor miserably.  “Chin up, kiddo, not the end of the world...” Jasmine said, patting him gently on the back.  “I guess” Grimm replied, stiffly.  He suddenly bumped into someone else. He looked up. His eyes met with a familiar masked woman. Mane Event.  “Hey! Watch it you-” she hissed before noticing who exactly had dared to crash into her.  “Sorry Becky...” Grimm apologised. Becky chuckled.  “Well if it isn’t little Grimm Reaper! How’s it going, squirt!?” she smiled, ruffling Grimm’s hair. “Leave off him, Becs, he ain’t havin’ a good day” Jasmine ordered.  “Alright then, your highness” Becky joked. She gave Jasmine a fake punch to the shoulder.  “Ay, fuck off ya bitch!” Jasmine laughed, throwing one back. Grimm giggled at the sight of these two intimidating women having a childish playfight.  “So, what’s the matter with you then squirt?” Becky asked Grimm.  “I’ll tell ya in a sec” Jasmine said. She turned to her little brother.  “Mind going somewhere else for a sec? Just wanna talk with Becky” she asked. Grimm nodded and wandered off. Maybe he could find some people to scare... That would make today a little less shitty.  “What’s happened then? Never seen him so grumpy and sad” Becky asked as the two women sat down on a nearby bench.  “Bullies” Jasmine said “Some assholes makin’ fun of him for lookin’ so young”  “Seriously!? That’s IT!?” Becky exclaimed.  “Nah, it aint. I thought it was too but it’s more then dat” Jasmine grumbled.  “What then?” Becky asked, getting a bit impatient.  “God, hold on a sec will ya!?” Jasmine bellowed “If ya really wanna know, they fuckin’ told him to go home to our mother. OUR MOTHER. The fuckin’ evil bitch that screwed both our lives up before it even began!” she flung herself back in her seat, her breathing fast and animal-like. “Well, fuck... I didn’t know that” Becky responded, a little shocked at her friend’s sudden outburst.  “I know you didn’t... I’m sorry it’s just...” Jasmine breathed in and sighed “Mom never gave a shit about Ash since he was born. Little guy coulda crawled into the house with a broken leg and she wouldn’t have cared.” “All she was focused on was me cause I started gettin’ taller ‘n stronger. She fucked my head up real good an’ I was always beatin’ up some guy cause she didn’t like the look of them. Never even bothered to say thanks. Jus’ kept on saying to me ‘That’s what I expect from my daughter’.” “And, god fuckin’ damnit, lookin’ back on it now makes me fuckin’ sick... Can’t believe I put up with her bullshit for so long without noticin’. An’ poor Grimm, he never got a good word from her! She’d just bash him all the damn time and keep on comparin’ everythin’ he did to what I did. Don’t even get me started on the damn slappin’ and kickin’...” “An’ I guess that’s kinda why I am how I am now. Just a big ol’ scary monster who wants to crush everythin’ in her way...” she hung her head low and felt tears pricking up in her eyes.  “Jeez, sorry...” she furiously wiped her eyes.  “Nah, don’t be. What a fucking bitch...” Becky hissed.  “Tell me about it...” Jasmine agreed, leaning back and sighing. Man it felt good to get that off her chest. “So how’ve you been doing then? Ya know... Since that... Incident” she asked Becky.  The masked woman made a frightening face. “Heh, fair enough” Jasmine grinned “Any excitin’ matches comin’ up?”. “Well, besides ours next week, not really” Becky replied “You’re going down bitch” she added in a rather cocky tone.  “In ya dreams, Masky” Jasmine snarled. “I’ll prove you wrong, Freak” Becky fired back. The two glared at each other. “BAHAHAHAHAHA!” they both burst into peals of laughter, punching the walls and slapping their thighs. “What’s so funny?” asked a little voice. Grimm was back with Button Masher standing beside him, playing on a Switch Lite.  “Ahh, nothin’ much lil bro” Jasmine said, getting up from her seat. She looked over at Button. “Whatcha playin’, Mashie?” she asked. He flashed her his screen, showing a quick glimpse of Pokemon Scarlet, before resuming to his game.  “Fair. C’mon then, Ash, let’s grab somethin’ to eat” Jasmine said, hoisting her brother onto her shoulder. She gave Mane Event a fist bump and left.  “Love ya, little bro” she said, smiling at Grimm.  “Love you too, big sis” he replied.  (Mane Event belongs to @sukipershipper)

[rosemaryaims]

Sista Big Bones - reply

Brotha, this is Sista Big Bones, big bones, if you're single you can walk me home, walk me home. Forget about the neck bones - neck bones. I'll be all you need to neck on - neck on. You can keep my body warm, body warm. If you're single, bring it on...

[ghlagatindotcom]

Yes, I am an industry machine, and I love it — Efia Odo replies Sista Afia

The ongoing feud between Sista Afia and Efia Odo has taken a new turn: in a recent interview with United Showbiz on UTV, Efia Odo responded to Sista Afia’s diss track, which labeled her a prostitute and industry machine. Efia Odo vehemently denied the allegations, stating, “I’m indeed an industry player, but not what Sista Afia referred to in her song.” She proudly declared her role in making…

[kalki-tarot]

Radhe Krishna🦚🙏🏻 @kalki-tarot How are you girl? Hope everything is fine! Im here for your future spouse game💌 can i participate if there is any slot is free for me?

❄FEEDBACK❄

Tbh.... i personally really love your blog<333 you are the first tarot reader that i started following here!!☃️ and also i really like you pac readings they are fun, and sometimes resonate with me as well. & yaahh your Bollywood pac readings are my fav, specially when you makes : which Bollywood film character is your future spouse" kind. Please make more reading or games like this" your aura and life as a Bollywood movie character" ( personality im sharing my one of my pac reading idea with you, in case if you like;)

And one thing i wanted to tell you from a long time, you are being a Indian girl gives such a positive vibe here its also shows and feel from your blog too. 🌻 keep spreading positivey!!

Love you sista🦋

Now for the game

My name : Radhika🎀

My big 3 : Leo sun, Libra moon and Libra rising.

My question : can you pls tell me about my future spouse personality & physical appearance??

Thankyou for the game!☆

Have a great day/night✨

Hello beautiful, Radhe Krishna 💗🫂🧿

I'm so thankful for your feedback plus sorry for the late reply, i hope this reading reaches to you in good health and energy, lots of love sakhi 🎀

Your fs's personality and career ✨️

Your future spouse is naive and he's a energetic. He's still very young and he has a brown, tan skin tone with short black hair. He has a long face and small eyes, and a slender nose.

He is someone who fantasizes a lot about success and love. He thinks of traveling the world with you. This person is very ambitious and they have goals in their mind. They may recently have invested in something in their life, that will help them financially later. This shows that he wants a stable and financially secure future with you. They like going on trips and riding the bike.

They are someone very fun and hilarious too. They like making you smile, even if it's lame jokes. They were maybe bullied in their childhood and their peers hurt and judge them a lot. They still have this unexplainable pain in their heart. I hope they heal from this. Somehow this trauma makes them run away from people.