#you deserve to be celebrated every day because the world truly is a better place with you in it <3

[kvrokasaa]

omg i was js thinking abt timeskip kaiser, a renowed pro football player, attending some celebrity event and seeing his mother there SKDJEK 🫨 can you plspls make it a short angsty(?) story w a happy ending pls our boy deserves it :(

take care <3

I tried to make it as angsty as I could, but I probably just made a comfort fic, I'm sorry!

Cw: mention of food, mentions of mother's leaving, kaiser being sad, crying, comfort, angst(?), happy ending, comforting kaiser helps cope with the recent chapter :(, not proofread, 1.5k words

“I seriously don’t know how you do it,” you whisper over to Kaiser, your voice trailing off to a quiet giggle. A smile reaches his face when he hears your giggle, you never fail to brighten his mood. “Do what, meine liebe?” He questions, the pet name rolls off his tongue with such ease, that you’re sure he practices saying it every day.

“I don’t know how you manage to attend these events and functions all the time. It’s my first time and it’s so tiring already,” you hum, grabbing a strawberry covered in chocolate. “At least there’s good food,” you finish. 

Kaiser snorts quietly. That’s what got you to come in the first place. He almost begged you to come with him, but every time he asked he was met with your quick ‘no.’ So, like the man he is, he went to underhanded tactics. He promised to get you good food, and promised that there’ll be really good food there.

You’re thankful that he didn’t lie.

“It’s about keeping up with appearances, meine liebe.” His arm circles around your waist when he sees some nobody looking at you with obvious intentions. “Do you think if I didn’t blow so much money on these stupid things people would still respect me? No. I have to come to these to show people that I’m richer and better than they will ever be.” You almost wanted to roll your eyes. But would it really be Kaiser if he didn’t say something super egotistical?

He chuckles when he sees how close you are to rolling your eyes. Although most of his words were false, some of them were true. If he didn’t come to these and spend so much money, people would not respect him. The world truly is in his hands.

“Okay you goof, I have to use the restroom,” you pressed your hands against his chest as you raised yourself onto your tiptoes. “Make sure to stuff some of that food into my purse when I’m gone.” You joked.

Kaiser followed you with his eyes while you walked to the end of the ridiculously big room for the bathroom. His eyes show everything, especially his love and adoration for you. He laughs a little as he turns his attention back to the speaker. 

But something catches his eye. A slightly tall woman, with blond hair but almost gray now, no. That’s not what makes Kaiser freeze in his spot, that’s not what makes his heart beat ten times faster. It’s the unmistakable red eyeliner. 

Anyone could apply red eyeliner, he tries to reason with himself. Kaiser tries his best to divert his attention back to the speaker, but his eyes cannot seem to leave the woman. His gaze must have alerted the woman because the next second she is looking around for the person.

And when her eyes fall on him, he immediately panics. No way in hell. She can not be here. He must be hallucinating or something. He needs air, fresh air. Why can’t he breathe? 

Kaiser leaves the mansion as quickly as possible, trying to get away from the stuffy crowd. But just his luck, she follows him out. 

“My son, I have been looking for you.”

You leave the bathroom, with your disgust intensified. Why are rich people so weird? Couldn’t that couple have gone home? Who in their right mind would be doing that during a fundraiser? 

A sigh escapes your lips as you make your way to the crowd, ready to tell Kaiser what you just witnessed. 

But when you get back to the table of food, he’s gone. You swear that he wouldn’t just leave you, and he would’ve texted you if he moved somewhere else. Maybe he had gone to the restroom too?

After searching for a little, you end up spotting his blonde and blue hair. But you see a person standing if front of him and he isn’t moving at all. Your brows furrow in a quizzical manner, who is that?

“No.” You hear him say, it was more of a demand than anything. “You’re lying.” The woman in front of him shakes her head, a soft expression on her face. “You may think that, but we both know it’s not true.” She opens her arms, her hands awaiting his shoulders as to pull him into her embrace. 

“It’s me, your mother.” Your eyes widen, why is she here? Why did she decide to come back now of all times?

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” your tone is soft while you look at Michael, a worried expression on your face. “But Michael and I should really be going.” “Who are you?” Her soft expression never falls, almost like she got it implanted onto her face. But you can see the truth, the deception, the root of her lies. She’s only here for the spotlight. She wants to be seen as his mother, as his savior. But you know that she will only ruin him. She will only make him fall deeper into the black hole.

“Oh, I’m guessing you haven’t seen the news,” you start. You look at Michael’s mother, your soft expression immediately faltering. “I’m Michael’s fiancee. It’s very nice to meet you.” You give her a fake soft smile. You don’t want to seem too rude, but you know kindness with a person like this will only lead to your ruin.

“Ah, I thought you were his chafure. You seem awfully-” “Stop.” She turns her attention back to Michael, her faux softness resurfacing. “My dear, you seem tired. Why don’t we-” “No.” He can’t get his head around this whole situation. Why has she come back? Why did she choose now to come back? Does she want money, is that it? Maybe she just wants to be seen with him. Maybe she needs her acting career back and the only way she can get noticed is with Michael.

But he doesn’t want any of that. He tried so hard to look for her, and now she shows up out of nowhere. 

Michael feels like he’s on the verge of a breakdown. 

His mom tries to reach out again, but Michael is too preoccupied to notice. So, you step in, your body in the middle of both of them. Your glare is icy, never relenting when you see his mother’s expression falter. She seems to be caught up in her own little world. Does she not know the damage she created? How dare she walk back into his life like he owes her everything.

No, she owes him everything.

“I don’t know you, but I know of you. I know what kind of person you are and it’s fucking disgusting.” Your tone is sharp as if laced with venom, and it cuts right through her little facade. You can see the second her fake kindness leaves, and you’re left with the disgust and hatred that Kaiser should have. 

“You are not allowed to walk back into Michael’s life when it’s convenient for you. You don’t get to do that. That’s not fair to him at all. 

Do you know how many times he’s tried to find you? You don’t, do you? He’s tried almost his entire life to find you, to find some sort of comfort in his mother. But you left him. You left a child all by himself with someone neither of you could’ve trusted. 

Do you know the first thing he said to me when I first hugged him? He thanked me. He thanked me for being there, for letting him breathe. He has constant thoughts that I’m going to leave him because of your mistakes.

And if you’re a good mother, if you truly missed him, you would’ve reached out in the past and apologized for everything. But you didn’t.

So no. I’m sorry, but not. You do not get to walk back into Michael’s life right now. He can reach out if and when he truly wants to. Please leave.”

Michael’s mother juts her chin up, a little huff leaving her mouth before she walks away. You truly thought that you wedged a block between Kaiser and his mother. You’re scared that if you turn around, you’ll see the hurt and betrayal across his face.

But that’s not it in the slightest. Kaiser is so proud to be called yours at this moment. He’s so very grateful to you. He has never had someone stick up for him in this way before.

Yes, he always acts as if nothing can bother him, even if he shows it on his face a little. But at this moment, he realizes that he wants to be held by you, he wants you to nurture him and to care for him. He wants to turn to you for things he has never received in his life.

Before he knows it, tears gather in his eyes, threatening to spill along his cheeks. His body moves on its own as he makes his way to you.

“Thank you,” his arms looped around your waist, his hold tightening ever so slightly. You thank the Lord that everyone has left or else everyone would see Kaiser crying and you know that he hates showing that to the world. 

You let those thoughts leave your mind, your smile growing back onto your face. “No need to thank me, my love. I meant every word and I will protect you until you’re ready to see her again.”

#Kvro's fics #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk fluff #bllk x y/n #bllk kaiser #bllk angst #bllk #blue lock kaiser #michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader #bluelock #bllk spoilers

[swimmingismywholelife]

Inspiration

Dedicated to the Puli girls who have given me inspo to start writing again! (Also this is my first bit of writing in literal years please be nice to me lmao) (Also also if I missed anyone in the tags sorry I’m lowkey running late for work so that’s my bad just let me know if you wanna be added!)

Summary: Even though the press conference is supposed to be about him, Christian can't help but look over at the one who he really owes the win to.

Warnings: Nothing this is just straight fluff lmao.

Word Count: 1004

You loved supporting your boyfriend. Truly Christian Pulisic was one of the most hardworking people you’d ever met, and you admired the passion he had everywhere he went. After all, it was one of the qualities that led to you falling for him in the first place. The past few weeks had been difficult for him, but he pushed through and never gave up (not that you would let him anyway). He deserved all the praise he received because he worked hard to better himself every single day, and you never turned down the opportunity to show the world just how proud you were of him.

Hence why you were seated off to the side, “Pulisic” being proudly displayed across your back while he finished up his press conference with Weston. He’d had so many setbacks within the past few months, and you knew he was frustrated with being away from the pitch for so long. Throughout the game were a few times you gritted your teeth, praying he wouldn’t aggravate his injury, but it was nothing Christian couldn’t handle. He’d just had two assists and a goal against Grenada, helping his team officially qualify for the Gold Cup in the summer. To top it all off, he’d done it with symbol of Captain wrapped around his bicep. You couldn’t have asked for a better game for him.

Yet despite this press conference meant to celebrate the team’s win, Christian insisted you be there throughout the entire interview. Christian was so proud of the way his team played, and he was pretty happy with his performance. But for him, the best part of his night didn’t come from any of his assists. It didn’t come from the comfortable lead the boys had throughout the entire game. Hell, it didn’t even come from the goal he didn’t think he’d end up getting. 

No, rather Christian was most happy that you were right there in the stands by his side, just like you always were. Ever since he got injured, he’d spent weeks frustrated that he couldn’t play like he wanted to. He knew what people had been saying about him online, and he wanted nothing more than to prove them wrong. But despite the negativity that suffocated him, you were the light that he needed to keep going. You centered him, helping him remember what he was doing and why he was doing it. You constantly inspired him to be the best version of himself that he could be. Even when he doubted himself, you always had enough belief in him for the both of you. 

Christian wanted the world to know just how much you meant to him, even if it was just you sitting off to the side as he answered questions. He snuck glances at you every so often, his eyes full of love. He adored how incredibly breathtaking you looked tonight. Christian always thought you were the most beautiful thing in this world, but he couldn’t help but admire you even more as you sat there, eyes twinkling with pride and his last name across your back.

“This question is for Christian,” one of the interviewers said.

His head snapped back in front of him, wanting to give the man his full attention.

“I noticed that throughout the night, you’ve kept peeking your head off to the side. Is there any particular reason as to why?”

Christian blushed ever so slightly, Weston slightly nudging his friend teasingly.

“Um yeah. Sorry this isn’t gonna be about football and I might go on a bit of a tangent, but it’s because my incredible girlfriend is sat over there. She’s actually part of the reason I played so well today.” 

He chuckled a bit, his eyes lighting up with excitement the more he spoke.

“She’s been so incredibly supportive throughout my entire career, and especially throughout these past few weeks. Getting injured was pretty rough for me, but she’s kept me pretty level headed. Even when I was at my lowest, her faith in me overpowered any negativity I had. She’s my good luck charm for sure, and I don’t think I ever would’ve made it this far if it wasn’t for her.”

He looked over at you once again. You were on the verge of tears, your heart feeling like it could burst at any moment. You were so in love with this man and truly you couldn’t believe how you managed to find someone like him.

“Every day I thank God for allowing me to be a part of her life because I can’t imagine anyone else really. Like honestly, I’m so much better because of her, both on and off the field. So yeah, I know tonight was a great game, but the best part for me was the fact that my girl was in the crowd wearing my jersey and cheering us on. And so yeah if you’ve seen me looking off to the side, it’s because I remind myself just how lucky I really am to have her.”

The crowd aw’ed at Christian’s proclamation. He’s right, his answer wasn’t really about football. But it was clear to everyone in that room that to him, you were just as important to the game as any practice Christian could’ve put in. Though he had won the game that night, he felt like every day he won because he had you by his side.

The interview continued on for a little while longer, but Christian continuing looking right at you. For now, your last name was only on in the form of his jersey. But he knew one day that it would be your last name too because there was no one else he would’ve wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And as the two of you smiled shyly at each other as though you were the only ones in the room, the genuine love you and Christian shared touched all who you were lucky enough to witness it.

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[philipjohnclapp]

ahh okay awesome!! just fyi i love really really dark stuff so feel free to make it as dark as you want! could i please request a chris pontius x reader taking place in the early 00’s, maybe reader is a celebrity/actress/tv personality and their close friendship is all over the tabloids. she’s also in jackass occasionally. but the whole world and especially chris wants it to be more, but she just isn’t sure. maybe one day the jackass crew is getting really wild and they’re doing some drugs, and chris gives her something that’s laced? he takes what he wants from her and is trying to get her pregnant so she can’t leave him. feel free to change anything you’d like! and if you need to post it on Ao3 that’s ok just let me know what your username is! :) thank you so much!!!

I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone.

Word Count: 5715

A/N: It is not very good, to my standards anyways. It just seems rushed. The ending is bad, the smut feels rushed. And I’m sorry for that, but it’s lengthy. And I think there’s plot, and you freaky people might like it. I have plenty other fanfics as well that I think are better so don’t judge this as my best work. As always I hope you like it anyways, and feel free to leave requests. Also, this takes place in MTV era. Obviously a girl YN.

There weren't many girls in Jackass or strung to it, there were medics, and other people who were around, but that didn’t have much to do with Jackass. They were so in and out so frequently that they really didn’t matter to the Jackass image, but there was one girl. One girl who was really starting to get tied to it, she was more famous than them, probably more famous than Bam. A true celebrity, and Chris was just absolutely infatuated with her. He truly didn’t know what to do with himself.

Chris usually had no issues with getting what he wanted, well, when it came to chicks anyways. He was practically swimming in them, but lately, fuck, he only wanted one thing. One person. He was lucky enough to string on some sort of friendship with this Jackass girl, actually he’d say they were pretty close if she just wasn’t so disinterested in him most of the time. It was really getting under his skin trying to plan ways to corner her, to get closer. Because this friendship just wasn’t cutting it, he needed to have her.

Even the papers were starting to reflect this, this want, his desire. They’d make articles trying to push and shove at this relationship, “look at the way he looks at her!” And fuck, he wished she seen it too. He was determined for her to see it too. Because he wasn ’t gonna let this slip, even if she said no. There had to be a way; there was always a way to get what he wanted. Not just any girl would do.

He really has tried other fucks since this lust, this life taking fascination has started, but it just couldn’t stop it. Or at least lesson his animalistic urges. In fact it’s gotten to the point where he can’t get hard with any girl. Without the images in his mind of fucking her, the Jackass girl. And now his fantasies weren’t even cutting it, so he had to find something else. He had to get this shit on the road, have this come into fruition before he fucking dies or something. Because he’s got a huge sex drive, and a crush like a boy in kindergarten.

He thinks he might’ve found his opportunity, one of the guys was hosting a rager, or maybe it wasn’t a party and it was just them. Or maybe it was some random person he knew throwing the party, he couldn’t remember all the details, the only thing that registered him was Y/N was gonna be there, the Jackass girl. The one who caused this rut, the girl who made his heart swell, and his palms sweaty. This was his chance to finally get what he deserves, the one time he actually wants something and it plays hard to get.

So, Chris does the only logical thing, what every guy his age does when they have a crush. He calls around for dealers looking for something in specific, he even went as far to ask Steve-O, and in his squeaky gruff voice he said, “fuck no dude, I’m not into that type of shit.” And Chris just frowned, he didn’t get upset often, but that surely bothered him. This wasn’t wrong, Steve-O was nuts and strung out on every drug. He resisted so much trying not to beat him up, stay the bubbly Chris and not the blood lusting one because that’s what this girl was making him do. Luckily, Steve-O gave his details to someone who could help him, and he went on his way with his tail wagging between his legs.

Chris met with the dealer the day before the party, just in case. He’s never put so much thought into something before, he’s never been so on edge. He never even told Steve-O why. His palms were all sweaty, and he kept looking around while he got the roofies, shoving a wad of cash into that guys hands before he headed on home with a racing heart.

He cleaned his apartment, once- maybe twice. Fuck. He was just in the zone, making sure everything just looked the way it should if that made any sense at all. He even cleared his search history. He was so paranoid, but the more he thought about it the more wrong it started to feel. He shook that thought from his head, discarding it. His mind was just playing tricks on him. So, he set the pills on his nightstand and then he went to bed. Like a kid the night before Christmas, he just couldn’t wait.

He tossed and turned all night, waking up more than a handful of times. Anxious, wanting the night to go by faster, but it didn’t. Eventually he gave up and he just got out of bed, deciding he’d just get ready for the day. Call it quits. He had a rewarding day ahead of him, and his cock jumped at the thought of it, but he couldn’t be so lucky to get a hard on. He just signed and hopped on into the shower, taking a lengthy shower, a cold one. And when he was done he slipped on some cameo shorts, no boxers, and a shirt with some cheesy slogan plastered on the chest. When he was done he went back over to his dresser, grabbing his truck keys, and the pills and shoving them into the pockets of his shorts before he headed out of the door. He wouldn’t show up empty handed.

The party was starting relatively early, as some sort of hangout and then it’ll just escalate into drinking and whatnot later. But he wasn’t gonna go empty handed. The drive to the liquor store was a rather quick one, he picked up two 24 packs of beer, not even really caring for the brand as he flashed his ID, paid for the items and then he left. Putting the drinks in the passenger side before heading to the designated party house. His heart was racing. Hopefully the stars aligned for him tonight. With the help of some sweet old roofies.

To his surprise a decent amount of people were there, quite a few cars parked outside the giant house. Maybe it was Jeff’s, he couldn’t tell. It’s not like he went to his place often enough anyways. Exiting his truck as he carried both packs of beer, with a silly grin on his face as he walked up the drive in, someone running up beside him as he walked. Cocking his head to the side only to be met with good old Knoxville, who greeted him.

“Hey, party boy.. you brought drinks!”

He said enthusiastically, once they were inside, Knoxville ripped open one of the boxes Pontius was holding and he snagged himself a beer without question. It was the key to his heart. Even if the beer wasn’t exactly for him. Then again, that didn’t matter as long as his pills were safe, which they were. He hoped Y/N showed up, his whole night counted on it. If it didn’t he’d probably go home and cry. Pontius’s smile turned into a frown as he headed into the kitchen. Setting down both sets of 24 packs, fetching himself a beer too. Though, he wanted to stay as sober as possible so he could marinate in the experience.

Opening his own beer can as he stayed in the kitchen, just sipping on it for a while. He didn’t know how much time had passed until some strangers started flooding in, which he talked to for a moment until he peeled away to find someone he knew. He ended up finding a few of the guys, Tremaine, Preston, and Spike. Who he happily chatted to, until Y/N had come on over, he practically jumped when he seen you, a huge grin plastered on his face as he wrapped his arms on around you into a rather tight embrace.

“Hey Chris-“

You spoke. Being cut off by the sudden embrace, you just smiled and laughed. He probably already drank a decent amount, you liked hanging out with him though. Honestly, you weren’t even sure you were gonna go, mostly because of how big the party was gonna be and you could always drink at home. At least Chris was here, and you could always sneak off with him later.

“You’ve already had a lot to drink, haven’t you?”

You asked, purely out of curiosity as you pulled away from his embrace, eyeing the can of beer. And Chris’s brain just sorta short circuited for a moment as he quietly nodded. Even if this was his first beer, and he barely drank half of it. He was that careful. One was good enough to keep the edge off. He was playing it safe after all.

“Not enough, want me to fetch you a beer?”

He asked you, finishing off the rest that was in his own real quick. Before pulling it away from his lips and setting it down on some random countertop. He looked at you real carefully for a moment, and that focused look made your brows twist. Shaking off that random unnerving feeling that crept up your spine as you agreed.

“Yeah, okay. I might as well.”

You mumbled, even though for a moment you thought if you listened hard enough you could hear your mind screaming at you not to. But you shrugged that off too, just all that stress from the media and everything else getting to you. Just needed to relax a bit, and the beer would

Certainly do that for you. Also a bit of chatting with Chris always made your days a bit better. And you were glad that for once everyone was in the same

place, maybe you’d even go find Bam later. You’ve been wanting him to introduce you to his brother since you’ve really been starting to take a liking to CKY. The music was really good, maybe you were just delusional, though. Who knows.

Once you gave him the go ahead (he was gonna get you a drink anyways regardless) he parted ways from you briefly. Even though that was the utmost last thing that he wanted to do, he wanted to be as close as possible to you, but he’d have to wait. He couldn’t mess that up.

He smiled at you, it was sharp. Actually; everything about Chris was sharp right now, all of his features, all crooked and seemed sharp enough to stab you. It was different. That was different, his boyish shine was nowhere to be found, and you’ve never felt so terrified before. Maybe you were just being paranoid, it’s okay. Chris was always fine, now wouldn’t be any different.

Chris slipped back into the kitchen, leaving you with that uneasy feeling in your gut. He thought about the drink of choice, and he went for some sort of hard beverage, to of course enhance the experience. Pouring the strong liquid into the cup, and mixing it with some sort of soda. He left the solo cup on the counter as he felt around his pants pockets until he pulled out that baggy he had achieved earlier that day. Or maybe it was yesterday, he couldn’t exactly remember. Crushing the pills up in the bag until it was a fine powder, before he opened the baggy and shook all the powder out into the drink. Making sure he got every grain out before discarding the baggy in his back pocket. He stuck his index finger into the drink, swirling around the powder in it until it dissolved enough for him to be satisfied. Once he was done he picked back up the drink and left the kitchen, trotting back over to Y/N like an obedient dog. But he was anything but that, he was one bad dog tonight.

While he was gone you just stood there, debating leaving or not, but you decided you didn’t want to be an asshole for no reason. So you waited, defying your mind and soul. And then Chris was back before you knew it, with a solo cup of some sort of liquid. Your brows furrowed to one of confusion as you looked into his brown eyes, one’s that lacked that usual warmness. There wasn’t a sparkle in them,

“That’s not beer, is it?”

You asked. The look he had on his face was weird, as if he forgot how to control his face. Like he was making it up on the spot, and when he replied he stumbled over his words a bit. Making it all up on the spot as he held the drink forward, shaking it a bit to bring your attention to it. So you would take it.

“No,, there wasn’t any that I could see, but this stuffs better, trust me.”

Assuring you, well, pleading with you to take it. Like if you didn’t he might die. Fabricating a story and throwing in a few white lies, there was obviously beer. You knew it too, hell, you seen the beer in the kitchen when you were in there. But you ignored that sign again, of course you did. Caving in and taking that drink from him. He watched you take a long swig of the drink, it tasted bitter, but that could be because it was one of your first drinks, it was probably nothing.

“Good,, right?”

He says rather nervously as he watches you take your first sip, you weren’t so sure on how to react so you just give him a nod and a slight smile. A nervous one that was rather forced when you pull the brim of the solo cup away from your lips. You shake away that feeling again and decide fuck it, you’re at a party, your friends party. And nothing will happen to you because of that, so you start drinking more of the drink and Chris starts to loosen up a bit and converse a bit more. Before you knew it almost all of the drink was gone and your body was starting to sway.

And then you felt a rather firm hand grab onto your waist, supporting most of you as you leaned into it. Turning your head to the side to see whoever was grabbing you. Your head feeling all fuzzy, and your vision getting blurry. It was Johnny, you could tell by his shades, and you could see the concerned look on his face,

“You alright, Y/N?”

And Chris intervenes, knocking his hand against Johnny's wrist rather sharply, pushing him away. He traded Johnny's hand on your waist with his own as he interjected.

“She’s fine, don’t touch her PJ.”

You opened your mouth to say something as you turned your head to meet Chris. You were barely able to do that, moving your head was a whole lot harder than it was moments ago. No word came out of your mouth, just a glob of drool. And before you knew it your vision was fading. The last thing you heard was Johnny's muffled voice, you weren't able to make out the words as your vision faded to black.

“What the fuck did you do to her?!”

Chris caught your very limp body as you started to fall, switching from the way he held you to bridal style. Shooting Johnny sharp daggers as he growled at him in a way that could only be described as animalistic.

“You don’t understand, man, I fucking need this.”

He was no better than a dog, Johnny could hear the low guttural growl fall from his mouth. He said nothing, Johnny smiled at him through his dark shades. Putting his hands up in defense,

“Alright, alright. No need ta go all feral on me,, but, man.. She’s fuckin’ hot, ya gotta lemme fuck her”

Johnny's accent was strong, eyeing Y/Ns passed out corpse. The same way Chris did, with the utmost desire.

“Fuckkk… her tits are wonderful.”

Chris actually laughed at that, but frowned at the idea of having to share Y/N with him. Furrowing his brows as he replied, he sounded off. Not as warm as he usually was, his voice was all sharp like a cactus.

“Only if you keep your mouth shut about this, PJ. I’ll slice your neck if you tell a soul.”

Something told Johnny that he wasn’t lying, he swallowed hard and nodded his head obediently. Honestly, he wouldn’t complain. Not a soul, this would just be a fond memory to look back upon. He understood the assignment.

“Yessir, you’ve got it.”

With another firm nod from Johnny, he followed Pontius whom started to walk rather quickly. And then he went up a flight of stairs, disappearing into a bedroom that wasn’t his. PJ shut the door right behind them, making sure to lock the door real well. This is where the fun started.

Pontius threw your limp body onto the bed, it was like you were a doll. An unconscious doll, anybody would think you were dead if it wasn’t for the fact you had a pulse. You must’ve done something really bad to end up here, perhaps this was all of life’s karma adding up to conspire against you.

Chris smiled to himself, letting out a soft exhale as he watched you from the foot of the bed, Knoxville somewhere behind him already pulling down his jeans and boxers to his mid thighs.

Your “best friend” did the same. Pulling down his loved cameo shorts in one swift tug before he palmed himself through his striped boxers, something of a blue-green color. Already developing himself an erection. He rubbed his calloused palm against his clothed dick until his semi became a full on hard on. He let out a sharp groan. He decided to spoil himself, pulling his hand away and pulling down his boxers. Letting a small clothing collection build at his feet, and then pulling off his shirt. This is one of those things in life that you do completely naked.

When he was done stripping, he decided he didn’t need a condom. He needed the full experience of you, and no protection involved, because getting you pregnant was just a plus to him. He got closer to the bed before just climbing on top of it, mumbling something about Johnny waiting his turn as Chris got onto his knees. Sinking them into the bed as he watched you hard. You didn’t move, but he watched your chest rise and fall. Your clothed chest. You were wearing such a pretty dress. He’d try his best to not ruin it too much, but Chris could make no promises.

Chris had already gone far enough, and why waste an opportunity like this with a condom? This could be his only time and it would definitely just get in the way, so he didn’t bother. Of course he didn’t bother, even if he had a condom in the pockets of his shorts. Screw protection. He wanted to share liquids with you.

He could gawk at you forever, but time was limited. This wasn’t his place, and he didn’t know when his potion of “love juice” would wear off. Plus, he wanted to enjoy you as long as he could. And he feels like he would just explode if he didn’t get to touch you, so he did.

Pressing both of his hands against your thighs. Running them up and down your smoothed legs, going as far as to your skirt, and then back down again. His heart jumped every time he neared the hem of it, it was a very short skirt anyways. He wondered if you did that on purpose, so all the guys would stare at you. That thought made him jealous. It really bothered him.

And then he stopped abruptly. Johnny had stepped closer from where he was in the corner of the room. He had his hand pressed against his clothed dick in his dickies. Rubbing himself as he watched you and Chris through his dark shades, like the pervert he is.

Chris couldn’t contain himself any longer, the longer he postponed this the less time he would have with your luscious body- and he wanted to enjoy it thoroughly. And he would.

His dick was pressed into the sheets, his tip an agitated almost purplish color as he ruined the sheets with his precum. Leaving a wet stain on the almost pristine bed set. He was antsy, and eager. A dog losing its patience when waiting for a treat, he’d take his treat now thank you very much.

Finally taking his hands off your legs he had been caressing ever so sweetly, his hands ghosted the edge of your skirt. Stopping for just a moment, before he resumed and grabbed onto the small piece of fabric, flipping your skirt up. He wouldn’t take it off; at least not yet.

His breathing hitched for a moment as he gazed at your lacy underwear, the colors complimented your skin perfectly. He wondered if you wore them for him, and the idea that you might’ve made his heart flutter, he couldn’t take them off either. Not something so pretty. He could work around them too, probably.

Chris couldn’t wait much longer, well, he wasn’t gonna wait any longer. The clock was ticking. Johnny was getting rather fidgety back there, and well, he couldn’t have tonight gone wrong. He’s already waited a lifetime, how much more should he have to go through to have you? He deserved this. He deserved you, all of you. And you were gonna know that by the time he was done with you.

Inching himself closer to your smaller frame, he was between your legs and was probably barely an inch away from your groin. His right hand was pressed into your inner thigh, sliding upwards until his fingers could drag against the borders of your precious lingerie. Which definitely wasn’t what it was.

Grabbing onto your underwear, he pulled it to the side so he could reveal your pussy to himself. And for that moment he held his breath. His head hung low, and the anticipation was killing him. It felt like a dream, but it wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t. It was a dream come true. This was officially the best day of his life. He boasted to himself mentally. He wondered if Knoxville would think he was crazy if he said that out loud? Deciding he didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Knoxville should be happy that he’s allowed to even watch,, maybe even touch you if he’s good. But maybe not.. Why should Johnny be allowed to touch you when he’s barely gotten to touch you himself?

Chris knocked the thoughts of Knoxville out of his head, he wasn’t fucking Johnny. He was fucking you. The once in a lifetime opportunity that he was wasting to instead think. Yeah, he’d pass on that

His left hand wrapped firmly around his rock solid cock, as he pressed his tip against your entrance. As if your body knew, you were already wet for him. He could feel it. It sent chills down him as he wished he could bask in it longer, but he couldn’t. His manhood couldn’t take it.

Rubbing his tip up and down your folds, just testing the water works. It felt heavenly, he let out a groan and he shut his eyes. Embracing the feeling just for a moment. That is all he needed and then he was ready to go at it.

Sliding his dick down until he was pressed against your opening, he slowly pushed himself in. Using his hand as guidance since your unconscious body couldn’t.

It wasn’t easy, no, not one bit. Your body was rejecting him, and that beyond thrilled him. Feeling the tightness of your cunt only fueled him more. Getting antsy, and lacking any sort of humanity, he thrusted forward. Even though he was probably less than a quarter way in. He let go of his dick, and your underwear. Putting his hands somewhere else instead.

He reached them forward, his dick still inside of you as he instead grabbed onto your boobs. Your clothed boobs, still wearing that dress. And as he did so he pushed himself (almost) all the way inside of you. His body was all tense when he did.

“…Jeezus baby..”

He breathed out, as if you could hear him. It fell onto deaf ears as he waited a second, just staring down at you. You almost looked peaceful, except the crinkle in your brow. But peaceful to him. And he was gonna wreck it, claim your humanity, and mark you as his.

Chris slid back out almost all of the way before sliding back in rather roughly, his breathing hitching as his grip on your chest tightened.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.. so tight for me.”

His voice was husky, deep. And even Knoxville was on his heels listening. He was pretty sure by now Knoxville was so close that his knees were touching the back of the bed. He wasn’t checking, his eyes were all on you.

Slowly starting to rock himself back and forth until he got some sort of pace, and he did. Biting down on his bottom lip. His whole body was clammy. And by now he was more so gripping onto the top of your dress than he was your breasts. Just because it was easier to grab.

Pontius could only be satisfied with a slow pace for so long, and the fact he didn’t have anyone complaining to him about speed.. or his fucking gigantic dick was nice. And for once he preferred the quiet. But he’d be lying if he didn’t say that he wanted to hear your moans. He did. Maybe next time he could.

He had to work with what he got, and his time was draining quickly. So, he picked up the pace for the sake of him and his painful boner. His thrusts started to quicken into targeted thrusts. Slamming into your cervix every time. His breathing starting to get heavy with every thrust, he was like some horn dog desperate for its next climax. And he was. The excitement of being inside of you was unreal. All of his dreams were coming to fruition.

The longer strands of his short hair falling forward and into his face, but that didn’t seem to bother him. Or slow him down. He didn’t need to see to get the job down; and it didn’t dull the experience either. This has already been memorable and he wasn’t even done yet.

Grabbing fist fulls of the top of your dress, pulling you up slightly as his grip had tightened. Thrusting forward like his life depended on it, his hips staggered as he let out a groan, cumming inside of you,

“..Take it all baby.. shiiit.. take it all.”

He breathed out as he thrusted forward one final time, deep inside of you as he emptied himself completely. Painting your insides with white.

Chris squeezed his eyes shut as he stayed still. He wanted nothing more than for this to be an everyday thing. To be with you until the end of time,, and so he was a little careless. Of course he was. And the worst thing he could do right now was cum inside of you. But he never said he was smart, and he never said that this wasn’t his plan all along. He in fact wanted nothing more than to come inside of you. To make you his, to have a child with you. Even if he had to do this again, make history repeat itself. He’d do whatever he had to do.

Pontius didn’t wanna move but he knew he had to. What made that certain is he thought he felt you move. And that spooked him, as he opened his eyes he heard Johnny speak,

“Hey, party boy. Think she’s waking up, let’s go.”

And then he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was cold. It was Johnny, and he was right. Even if he didn’t want him to be. Chris slowly pulled out, with more careful consideration than he had earlier. Wiping his dick off on your dress. Before he got off the bed and turned to face Knoxville.

Johnny was completely clothed, and he had Chris’s clothes in his hands now. He couldn’t tell what Johnny was thinking either, the glasses covered his eyes. Bastard had a weird habit of wearing sunglasses inside, and his facial expression was unreadable otherwise. Johnny handed his clothes back over to Chris.

“I’m heading out, I’ll see you later Pontius.”

Johnny stated, a slight smirk noticeable on his face before he turned away from him and headed to the door they came in from initially. He had some sort of small camera in his hands that he tried his best to hide. But Chris didn’t say anything, favoring it to be nothing instead. Knoxville opened the door and headed downstairs lord knows where.

Chris nodded his head, frowning slightly as he got dressed. His eyebrows furrowed as he took one glance back at your stirring form, before he turned away and left the bedroom as well. Disappearing down stairs into the party. Becoming one with the other forms downstairs. Leaving you to your own demise. After all, it was the least he could do.

It had been terrible, truly. Your night has been terrible. You woke up with a foggy head not really remembering the night that had happened, and it took you a long moment to come to reality. Your body was sore, unbelievably sore. And your crotch had hurt even more. It was like an excruciating pain. And when you really looked around the room you realized you didn’t know where you were, but you were alone. And that you have been violated. You felt liquid inside of you, jizz dripping down your leg and you cringed. But you had to get up and get out of here, so you did.

Somehow managing to try and fix yourself and get downstairs. Most of the party was gone, still you avoided everyone you saw because you looked absolutely terrible and the last thing you needed was someone seeing this. Seeing you like this.

You exited the “party” going straight to your car and entering it. Sitting in the driver's seat. You leaned back, mumbling a bunch of profanity. This couldn’t be happening to you, could it? Trying to clear your head enough to think of what to do now. And once you had a solid plan you drove off. Driving home because thankfully you had everything you needed there. Well, not everything. But being at home now would really make you feel a whole lot better.

When you got home you went straight to the bathroom, digging around in all the cabinets until you found what you were looking for. By now you were barefoot, ditching your heels as you had walked to the bathroom. You pulled a pregnancy test out of one of the cabinets. Standing in front of the toilet as you managed to pee on the test, even though it hurt. And for the moment this was about the only thing you thought about. The only thing right now you could do. Bringing the test with you as you waited for the results, praying to god for a negative as you exited the bathroom and went to the living room.

Setting down the test on the coffee table because you couldn’t care less about the sanitation, you punched in the numbers to the only person you thought you could call, picking up the phone as it rang. Hoping to god your publicist would answer. And they did. Thank fucking god.

“Y/N?”

He said, his voice sounded funny but you chalked it up to it being early. It was the early hours of the morning.

“Hey.. I have a problem.”

You said, your voice quieter than intended. Taking a nervous glance at the test. Your eyes widening when you seen two lines on it,

“Shit… fuck! It's positive.”

“What’s a positive??? You’re pregnant, aren’t you.”

“Yeah.. fuck. Shit.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. It’s fine.. who were you with?”

“I.. Chris..? Last night,, but..”

You froze. As all the pieces started to click in place, shit. He really did this to you? Your best friend? Of course. This couldn’t be happening to you. You hung up on him rather quickly. Sitting down on the couch, absolutely devastated. You were fucked, this was career suicide. And you didn’t even want this to happen, you didn’t even know.

You didn’t know how long it had been when your phone went off, you spent the past probably about an hour on the couch nervous brainstorming all the possibilities, and then probably another thirty pacing back and forth. And then you were on the couch again when your landline went off. You stopped what you were “doing” and you picked up the phone instantly on the second ring, and it was some person who worked at TMZ asking about your pregnancy?? And talking about details no one knew. You freaked, not even getting any words out before you hung up and called back up your publicist,

“The tabloids are already on it?? What the hell do I do???”

“Don’t even worry about it, no publicity is bad publicity, Y/N. This will be good for your career, after all the fans have been hinting at you and Chris for months. It's about time you made it official to the world.”

Your face fell as you heard a knock on your door, and a very familiar chipper voice boasting about some news article of you and him, and rambling about the fact that they were calling you a slut, and he thought otherwise. And that he couldn’t wait to be a dad, and that you would come around. Whoever said Jackass was a good idea should kill themself.

It wouldn’t be long until the footage was released, Knoxville was an excellent camera man.

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[punemy-spotted]

Hi Punemy. I just found one of your reboots on an It's a Wonderful Life post. And I was wondering how you're getting by now? I'm in a big corpo job and it doesn't pay enough to buy property too and I hit burnout. So I'm trying to figure out what people do to be happy out of traditionally "successful" roles and still. yknow. survive.

Hi friend. I'm so glad you reached out to me. I've... been having a lot of thoughts about this, so you'll see a rambling answer underneath the cut, because you're basically getting a distillation of my panicked 3am journaling.

In short: I wish I could tell you that I'm doing great or that I figured out the secret, because trust me, if I knew the secret I would share it so fast.

I thought I had my dream job when I landed an immigration lawyer position, except it burnt me out so badly I'm still traumatized from it, nearly two years later. Then I thought I landed my dream job in early 2023, when I got a great corporate counsel position with excellent pay and benefits... only to be forced out thanks to corporate nepotism and an industry I just... didn't fit in with.

I'm in therapy now, to deal with both of those things — both of those things and the burnout, but that's hand in fucked up hand, isn't it?

So you know what, I'm... not doing great.

And I think that's okay.

I'm so sorry to hear that you've burnt out. It's... hard. Incredibly hard. Therapy has helped me, and I think it would help anyone who has access to it — I can't recommend telehealth highly enough. The service I use right now is Sondermind, and it seems to be even more robust than my health insurance's website, for sure.

Beyond that...? Take it slow. If there's one thing I've learned since getting my license to practice law and bouncing from shitty firm to shitty firm, it's that I owe my employers only as much work as they pay me for. Nothing more and nothing less. And if I'm not finding joy in the work that I'm doing — be it the research or the culture — then it's time for me to bounce. I don't expect I'll ever own property, not unless my parents suddenly decide to retire back to India and leave me the house, and... that's okay. It has to be okay. It has to be okay because there are other things I can spend my money on. It has to be okay because the rainy day fund to sustain me while I'm unemployed is more important that the mortgage and the responsibilities I don't think I'm ready for. Maybe I'll be ready one day, or maybe I'll be fine in my tiny flat with my roommate and my collection of fountain pens.

Find joy in the world outside work. If you're paid for a 40-hour workweek, don't do more than that. Don't. Do, however, seek out friends. Go to museums and play silly games. Listen to music. Pick up a hobby. Go to therapy. Redefine what "success" means to you — when are you at your happiest?

I've been incredibly lucky to have a community of friends and family. I hope, truly and sincerely hope, that you also have a community of friends, Anonymous Friend. I hope you can lean on them when you need them. I hope they hold you up on your worst days and celebrate you on your best. Because there is no greater joy than having that community.

As for surviving outside of high-paying corporate jobs, honestly... I'm gonna say the cliché thing, which is that it's time for all of us to redefine survival. If we live in an era where owning property is no longer a part of our futures, then so be it. Tiny apartments it is — that doesn't mean you don't deserve to own your space for however long you live in it. Let every little joy build up on itself. Join a summer reading program and listen to audiobooks on your way to work, or call up your best friend on your way home. Take the time to look for work in fields you enjoy. Will you potentially take a pay cut? Maybe. But surviving on a smaller scale than what our parents had may just be what we have to do — and that's okay too. Maybe we'll make the world a better place for us down the line, but right now, we cling to what we have and survive.

Also, seriously, go to therapy. Can't recommend that enough.

I wish you well, friend. May you find strength and kindness in the many many years to come. And when it comes to burnout or bad days, remember, this too shall pass. And so too shall you, through it all.

#shroombox #Anonymous #life thoughts with tessa #no i don't really know what a lot of this is but i do know that it's been on my mind for a LONG TIME #it will not always be this bad and that's okay too

[doodleoogles]

Here comes another one....

I realized I wasn't scared when I don't get the things I wanted. I may get frustrated, sad, hurt or be walking around with my ego bruised but never afraid to not get it. I never had things easy, in all aspects of life, I guess that's why I am more surprised when things actually go my way.

Like what is happening now, this is something I never would have imagined possible. If I were to start from the very beginning, I seriously can't recall how we started talking but I do remember I spent years going after this person - late night talks, sharing of every details of our lives, trying to get him to like me (or just have him admit it because I was too damn confident). It went on for a couple of years and when we stopped communicating, it took me two years to get over it. I found someone else, I was happy for awhile until that also didn't work out and once again, I was left alone.

Even though we weren't talking anymore, we still greet each other whenever there are occasions - birthdays for one. When there's any seldom opportunity to send a message, I wouldn't miss it for the world. So on one humid afternoon, I remembered his birthday and sent the customary greeting. He greeted a casual Happy Valentines day in return. Ah shit I forgot the date coincides with this overrated occasion. I don't know what's gotten into me but my reply implied I have no one to celebrate it with but my dog. From then on, our conversations flowed like how it was before.

Initially I wanted to talk to him again to distract me from the pain of having another failed relationship. I kept the conversations light and friendly until I eventually opened up about my recent mishap. Despite what he did before, I never wanted to use him just to get over someone else. I took the time to heal and appreciate the perks of being alone. What surprised me then was how he responded. He's no longer the cold, heartless prick I have known him to be. He's more gentle, warm and caring.

It took a couple of months and when I felt I was ready, we started talking about what happened to us years before. Apparently, my woman's intuition had been right all along. He likes me too, all those years, he was just holding back thinking he wasn't good enough and that I deserve better. Some things happened beyond his control that's why he wasn't able to communicate, and when many months passed, he became too shy to open up a conversation again. He chose to let go when he saw my Facebook stories that I was happy in a new relationship. His feelings are real, his intentions are pure, how could I be so lucky?

I never thought it would ever happen. I lived for many years imagining how it would be like to be more than friends with hm. I played so many scenarios inside my head, and hurt myself in the process. But he came back, healing all the wounds from the past and making up for all the times we lost. I am in euphoria.

I once watched a movie where the main character asks her friend, when you get what you wanted all along, what comes next? The question stay stuck in my head even after the film ended. What's next after this? Going back to what I said previously, I am never used to having things easy. I always embraced the complexity, the thrill of running towards anything fast and moving. I feel like my entire being is made for an endless chase. I couldn't settle, couldn't find peace while staying in one place, with one person for a certain period of time.

What is wrong with me? Most people are contented when a goal is achieved while others create more goals. Some people find peace and joy in the simple things. Most, if not all of us, just wanted to be loved and I am very fortunate enough to be with someone who truly loves and accepts me for everything that I am and even the things I am not. So why do I still feel like running away? Was I so used to being alone that I could not stay with anyone for long? Either they leave because I made them do so or I leave. I once let a good thing go so I definitely do not want to repeat the same mistake. You learn from your past mistakes, not go around in circles with it. This time I should stay and make it work for my own sake.

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[rileykeoughh]

↳ rileykeough: sometimes, people just come in to your life when you least expect it — but in some way the universe works that way that they arrive precisely when you need them the most. i didn’t know, the first day that i met you, how you would turn my entire world upside down (no pun intended). and i had no idea right there and then, how important you would grow to be to me. in fact i can barely remember the days before you. they were dusky, dark and gray and not at all like they are now. there’s more color in my life because of you. there’s more joy, more laughter. there’s more of me, now that there is you. i thank whatever higher power for bringing you in to my life. i don’t want to imagine how i could’ve coped these past few weeks without you in my life. and not only that, but everything you do — without even realizing, but i see it. i feel it. and i wish that every person gets the chance to experience and feel what you make me feel. joseph, you are an extraordinary human being. i’m in awe of you every single day. today is your day. but your life, your entire existence deserves to be celebrated every single day. i truly do believe you make the world a better place. at least you make my world a thousand times better than it ever was. my heart bursts with love for you with every breath i take and it’s the biggest privilege to get to spend my days with you. so here is to you; may you be celebrated, not only today, but every day. may this be the first of many birthdays i get to bake a cake for you. happy birthday my love. you deserve the world and more. @qcnns

[rabbitcruiser]

National Bacon Day 

Fry up a crispy, meaty treat for every meal of the day or try weird and wonderful creations like bacon brownies and bacon-flavored floss.

Admittedly, there are very few things in this world that don’t taste better when paired with a bit of bacon. Whether it’s chocolate-covered bacon from the candy shop, bacon cheeseburgers, bacon-wrapped tater tots, or even bacon-covered chapstick, it’s hard to deny that bacon is a delicious tasty treat that had truly gotten its fingers into almost everything!

And now is the time to celebrate, because it’s National Bacon Day!

History of National Bacon Day

The origins of Bacon stretch back into the middle ages, with the name of this delicious meat originating in Middle English from the word “Bacoun”. Following it back, it can be found in France as Bako, Germany as Bakko, and even in old Teutonic as Backe.

All of these words mean “back”, and what does that reveal about bacon? That’s right. It’s made from the back of the pig!

But those listed above are not even the earliest example of bacon. It seems that the first bacon was known to have come from the Romans, and was known as ‘Petaso’.

With a long and delicious history, making bacon has been a popular method of preserving meat and adding a certain flavor to it by soaking it in a specialized brine. In fact, there were even certain breeds of pigs that were specially bred for their copious back meat, including breeds such as Yorkshire and Tamworth.

Although it wasn’t always just the back meat that was referred to as Bacon. At one time the word referenced any kind of preserved pork, but that usage fell out of practice in the 17th Century.

Even today, however, there remain some questionable definitions of “bacon”. For instance, what Americans refer to as bacon is different from their neighbors to the north, the Canadians. And in England, what Americans would refer to as just “bacon” would be called “streaky bacon”, “rashers” or “crispy bacon”.

But no matter the controversy or differences in terminology, bacon is beautifully tasty meat that certainly deserves its own day to celebrate!

National Bacon Day Timeline

1500 BC Bacon is invented

As one of the oldest cuts of meat in history, bacon during this time may be from the back of the animal or from the belly. It is salted to preserve freshness and is probably very fatty.

12th Century AD Bacon is a cherished prize

In an effort to encourage peace in households, one English church makes a prize of a side of bacon to any man who does not quarrel with his wife for one year and a day.

1539 Spanish explorer brings bacon to the New World

Hernando de Soto brings a small group of 13 pigs to what would eventually become the United States. This herd grows to more than 700 pigs in 3 years and the pork industry in this region begins.

1997 National Bacon Day is created

Although some disputes exist about the origins of National Bacon Day, one story goes that two friends want a gift-giving day at the end of the year that is unrelated to religion. Naming it National Bacon Day includes paying homage to famous cartoon character Homer Simpson and his love for bacon.

2005 Chocolate covered bacon is created

While no one is quite sure who came up with it, bacon and chocolate meet to create a delicious treat. It seems to have appeared first in the United States, but may have had other origins that are undocumented.

How to Celebrate National Bacon Day

This is easily one of the tastiest days that anyone can celebrate! Consider these ideas to honor the day, or come up with some other creative ideas of your own:

Eat Lots of Bacon

The best way of celebrating this dedication to swine delicacies is by indulging in the delicious treats that come from those favorite four hooved friends. A great start would be by going to an all-you-can-eat breakfast place that has bacon on the menu. These do exist and they are great!

Then, later in the day, head on out to a favorite lunch stop and get a club sandwich or another bacon-y treat. Some might prefer a cheeseburger with extra bacon! Whatever bacon-y goodness is chosen, be sure to share it with friends and loved ones so they, too, can enjoy National Bacon Day!

Try a Unique Bacon Treat

There’s certainly more to bacon than just meat on meat. Bacon is an open-minded kind of food and has already been known for being part of any of the three major meals of the day. But in recent years it has expanded even more! There are bacon chocolate milkshakes, bacon-flavored lubes, bacon-flavored chewing gum, and a million other variations. Bacon-flavored dental floss, bacon jelly beans, maple bacon lollipops, bacon peanut brittle and even bacon mayonnaise (“Baconnaise”) to spread on sandwiches. This day offers no shortage of opportunities for trying something new!

Get Creative with Bacon

For those who love to spend time creatively in the kitchen, this is the perfect opportunity to make some unique bacon creations! Get inspired by these ideas and then come up with some other clever ones too:

Bacon Brownies. The combination of bacon and chocolate might seem strange to some people, but those who have tried it usually fall in love with the decadent contradiction between sweet and savory. This treat is easy to make, just by adding some tiny morsels of crispy bacon to a chocolatey brownie recipe.

Bacon Sushi. Get rid of the raw fish and seaweed and, instead, use this favorite food! Actually, people who want to can keep the raw fish, or just use rice and veggies as fillings. Simply replace the nori with bacon.

Bacon Tacos. Taking the breakfast burrito to new heights, this idea actually weaves bacon into a tortilla to be used as the taco shell. Then fill with normal taco fillings for a delightful departure from the usual Tex-Mex game.

Bacon Cookies. Following along the lines of the brownies above, cookies made with bacon are a strangely more-ish treat. Make a typical chocolate chip cookie recipe and then add in chopped slices of crispy bacon. Divine!

Join the Bacon of the Month Club

The celebration of bacon doesn’t have to be limited to only one day! Take it all throughout the year by joining a Bacon of the Month Club. A few different companies will send a different variety of bacon to your door each month–it’s not even necessary to leave home!

Don Some Bacon Themed Garb

To really get into the spirit of the holiday, a great idea would be to get one of the hundreds of bacon-themed pieces of clothing that are now available. There’s bacon underwear and bras, pants and pajamas, hats, socks, and sunglasses. If it can be worn, it has been made with bacon patterns applied to it. So get out there and celebrate National Bacon Day, and have a delicious day!

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[midnightvantawings]

Happy birthday Misha Collins! In the slightest chance you see this, I would like to tell you a few things that mean the world to me. Firstly, thank you so so much for gifting us Castiel, my most favorite character, and always will be. Thank you for making the world a much better place by supporting charities and running GISH for people who want to let their true creative colors and unashamed weirdness shine. I have met so many amazing people because of you. You have sparked my great passion for writing, and I have a dream of pursuing that as a career. Thank you for gifting us poems full of deep meaning and awe-inspiring words that form some of the most memorable quotes and heartfelt messages. Thank you for your smile and laugh that gives me joy during the hardest of times. You have helped me, and I thank you greatly. It feels like a miracle to be alive and in this world while you are. You are this kind, caring, joyful, loving person that accepts the world and all who are different. I look at you as not just a celebrity but a person like us all, who strives to succeed, and you have accomplished so much. I am proud of you. Though I am only fifteen and have much to learn about the world, I continue learning and succeeding, and you have shown me I can. I will not give up and will instead strive for greatness just as you have. You are my role model in my mind. I do not wish to become an actor, but I do wish to publish books after further education and raising my vocabulary outstandingly. Your poems have inspired me. I wish to write stories that will make people feel, just as I have felt your deeply touching poems. Thank you and all that you have done for this world, the people, the community, and the ones who struggle each and every day. You are an amazing person and help many. Though I may never get to meet you at an spn con, as money is always tight in the family, you will still be in my heart. Getting to meet you is my dream, and hopefully, if I go one day, that dream will come true. Tears have come knowing meeting you may never come to be, but I always have a smile on my face knowing that many do, and you make their dreams come true. You have so many gifts and talents, and you should be proud of yourself as so many people are. Please continue making the world a much better place. I hope this day will treat you well and will give you gifts, hugs, and so much love as you deserve it by showing the world so much love in return. All I can say is thank you. Thank you so much, Misha, for everything you have done. Continue succeeding and continue being you because you make people smile, and that is a truly great gift to have.

#misha collins #happybirthdaymishacollins #spn #spnfamliy

[myflowertree12]

From the Heart: Personalized Women's Day Gift Ideas for that Special Woman

Welcome to a celebration of women and all the special ladies in our lives! Women's Day is a time to honor the strength, beauty, and resilience of women around the world. What better way to show appreciation than with personalized gifts that speak straight from the heart? In this blog post, we will explore creative and thoughtful gift ideas for every important woman in your life. Let's dive into the art of giving personalized women's day gift ideas that will leave a lasting impression on Women's Day and beyond.

The Importance of Women's Day

Women's Day is more than just a date on the calendar; it's a global celebration of women's achievements, progress, and empowerment. It serves as a reminder of the ongoing fight for gender equality and recognition of women's contributions in all aspects of society. This day honors the resilience and courage of women who have paved the way for future generations to thrive. It provides an opportunity to reflect on the challenges that women still face worldwide, from discrimination to unequal opportunities. Women's Day is a call to action for greater inclusivity, respect, and support for women from all walks of life. Let us continue to uplift and celebrate the extraordinary accomplishments and potential of every woman this Women's Day!

Why Personalized Gifts are Meaningful

Personalized gifts hold a special place in our hearts because they go beyond just the material aspect. They show that you've taken the time to think about the person, their likes, and what makes them unique. It's a way to add a personal touch that can't be replicated by any store-bought present. When you give someone a personalized gift, you're saying, "I see you." Whether it's a custom-made piece of jewelry with their initials or a photo book filled with memories, these gifts speak volumes about your relationship and how much you value the recipient. It shows thoughtfulness and effort which often leaves a lasting impression. The beauty of personalized gifts is that they are one-of-a-kind. No one else will have the exact same item, making it truly exclusive to the receiver. This uniqueness adds an extra layer of sentimentality and makes the gift even more cherished over time.

Creative Gift Ideas for Different Types of Women:

When it comes to selecting the perfect Women's Day gift for that special woman in your life, considering her unique personality and interests can make all the difference. For working mothers who juggle career and family with grace, a personalized planner or a stylish tote bag could be both practical and thoughtful. For stay-at-home moms who deserve recognition for their endless dedication, custom-made jewelry or a spa gift certificate could offer some well-deserved relaxation. Sisters hold a unique bond, so why not surprise her with a customized photo frame capturing cherished memories or matching personalized charm bracelets? Best friends are like soulmates, so consider gifting them with personalized wine glasses for your next girls' night in or matching friendship necklaces to symbolize your unbreakable bond. Personalized gifts show that you've put thought into choosing something meaningful – no matter the occasion!

Working mothers For the incredible working mothers in our lives, Women's Day is a perfect opportunity to show appreciation for their hard work and dedication. These women often juggle multiple roles with grace and strength, balancing career demands with family responsibilities. When choosing a personalized gift for a working mother, consider items that can help make her busy life easier or more enjoyable. Personalized stationery sets or custom-made desk accessories can add a special touch to her workspace while keeping her organized and motivated. Another thoughtful idea could be a customized photo frame or keepsake box where she can display cherished memories of her loved ones, serving as a reminder of what truly matters amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life. Whatever you choose, remember that it's the personalization that adds meaning to the gift - showing that you took the time to tailor it specifically for her. This Women's Day, let's celebrate these multitasking marvels who inspire us with their resilience and love.

#women's day gift ideas

[jslittlebirdie]

First thing, I'm so very sorry that I'm one day late. I'm not this much on Tumblr right now and yeah... Also um, you better be ready for a ton of babbling (as much as I can), so I'm gonna put this under a cut.

As far as I know, we don't celebrate Thanksgiving here. We do have an Erntedankfest, something like harvest thanksgiving festival, which is in September or October, but it's not really a big deal. It's not a holiday. So yeah, I had a normal campus day yesterday.

But wow... I didn't expect that, my dearest friend. This truly touches me and makes me tear up. I'm crying a lot lately, I'm just so sensitive and on edge. You have no idea how much your kind words mean to me. All of them. Please. I'm keeping everything, it has a special place in my heart. Like you. I'm seriously a bit speechless. I'm trying to put my feelings and thoughts into words.

I can say exactly the same thing about you. I'm thankful I had the opportunity to get to know you. I'm thankful for our friendship. So much. I'm always thinking of you and hoping that you are doing well. You mean a lot to me. I'm thankful for everything you did and do for me, that you care about me. And I'm thankful that you let me do all these things for you. I'm thankful that you are always so kind and loving. I'm thankful that you exist, that you are you. I'm thankful for you, my wonderful and dear friend. I love you so much and you are important to me. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world as well, and so much more. You are absolutely amazing and I'm proud of you. And I'm giving you a gazillion hugs back.

I'm sorry you have to deal with all that. I wish I could help you better. But I understand. I'm dealing with something similar. Real people and fictional. You're not alone with this. And you're right, just because you don't feel this close to them doesn't mean they're gone. They would never leave you, because you mean the entire world to them. They love you and care about you and they would do anything to make you smile. Maybe you can't always feel them, but they definitely keep an eye on you. You know that he has his eyes and ears everywhere, right? He will keep you safe and loved in his strong arms and warm embrace, holding your hands, giving you a sloppy mwah and going with you every step of the way. Maybe he's not this good with saying it out loud, but you know that his actions speak even louder. You and him are destined to do this forever. The same goes for him as well. He'll try to make you laugh with his silly antics, show you new things you both can enjoy, and cuddle you until the end of time. He loves with his whole heart and he loves so very hard. Little reference, because I'm a nerd. Maybe he can't carry your burdens, but he can carry you. He will always be by your side to give you his love and support and affection. And a quiet place in his pretty messy but still cozy room if you need a break. Both of them love you just as much as you love them. Please never forget that.

And like I said, I don't really feel close to them either. So yeah... How did you know that? Your feelings and intuition were right, I needed him and I still need him. I miss him, I'm yearning and it hurts. I'm hurting a lot lately, to be honest. For different reasons. So this hit me right in the feels. You always write him so beautifully that I can hear him. Thank you for doing this for me and for giving me this very much needed reminder. I wish I could say more, but yeah... I hope you know how grateful I am for you. For everything. And I'm sending you all the love and strength right back at you. And everything you said, I hope you know that this is exactly how they feel about you. We all love you. So very much. No matter what. Thank you, my friend.

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[tiapandayblogs]

Diwali, the festival of love, light, and sharing!

Diwali is the most celebrated festival in India. The word Diwali, also known as Deepavali literally means ''a row of light.' The reason to celebrate the festival differs for various regions across India. In northern India, Diwali marks a celebration of the Lord returning to his home from exile. It is a celebration of good triumphing over evil. Lord Rama and Sita's homecoming is celebrated in the city of Ayodhya following their victory over the evil monarch Ravana. 

People in the Bengal region worship the goddess Kali, who defeats bad forces. Additionally, people in Nepal (a nation bordering northeast India) rejoice over Lord Krishna's triumph against the evil king Narakaasura. The south Indian region of the country celebrates Diwali for the same reasons as Nepal.  

It is celebrated across five days, which stands for lifelong teachings and moral principles. They celebrate a different value or lesson that is learned through the trials and tribulations of Gods and other significant individuals from the religion's mythology. 

As the reasons to celebrate the festival are different, so are the ways to observe it. Any place in Rajasthan is perfect for Diwali celebrations, you won't see Diwali celebrations as royal as in this state. In larger cities like Mumbai and New Delhi, you will see a lot of celebrations and fireworks displays. For Diwali, cities in the states of Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh like Agra, Orchha, and Khajuraho are fantastic.

You can visit Varanasi to witness the breathtaking aarti and the fascinating fireworks beside the Ganges River. Dev Deepawali, commonly known as the Diwali of the Lords, is a holiday also observed in Varanasi. 15 days after Diwali, this holiday is celebrated. All 84 ghats of the state are lit with earthen lamps to welcome the Lords, who, according to legend, descend to Earth to bathe in the Ganges' sacred waters. This is a spectacle worth seeing because it includes both celebrations and numerous rituals.

As grand and wonderful as the celebrations of Diwali are, you might come across some people in the country who cannot celebrate the biggest festival of our country, they are the ones either deprived of basic rights because of poverty, homelessness or unemployment. These underprivileged people, who are our fellow citizens, deserve to live a happy and bright life, just like Diwali celebrations. The major crisis that the world is facing today is hunger. According to the United Nations, 690 people in the world today suffer due to extreme hunger and malnutrition. 

Filaantro is an online crowdfunding platform that supports those causes that one truly believes in and needs fundraising. Additionally, we have ongoing projects that focus mainly on education for underprivileged children in India and food relief. 

Under our Zero Hunger project, we serve more than 1800 warm and nutritious meals across India, daily. Our primary focus is on underprivileged children who are the future of this country. Watching the smiles that bloom on their faces when they are served warm meals, the satisfaction is unmatched. The project aims to create a lasting end to hunger and malnutrition.The idea behind the project is that by providing these kids with warm meals every day, they will be capable of concentrating better on their academics and eventually have a better academic career.

Visit https://filaantro.org/fundraiser/view/zero-hunger to know more about the Zero Hunger project and help these underprivileged celebrate a joyful Diwali! 

With your generous support, we can make the lives of those in need much better.

To know more about fundraising and our projects, visit filaantro.org 

[filaantrocrowdfunding]

Diwali, the festival of love, light, and sharing!

Diwali is the most celebrated festival in India. The word Diwali, also known as Deepavali literally means ‘’a row of light.’ The reason to celebrate the festival differs for various regions across India. In northern India, Diwali marks a celebration of the Lord returning to his home from exile. It is a celebration of good triumphing over evil. Lord Rama and Sita’s homecoming is celebrated in the city of Ayodhya following their victory over the evil monarch Ravana.

People in the Bengal region worship the goddess Kali, who defeats bad forces. Additionally, people in Nepal (a nation bordering northeast India) rejoice over Lord Krishna’s triumph against the evil king Narakaasura. The south Indian region of the country celebrates Diwali for the same reasons as Nepal.

It is celebrated across five days, which stands for lifelong teachings and moral principles. They celebrate a different value or lesson that is learned through the trials and tribulations of Gods and other significant individuals from the religion’s mythology.

As the reasons to celebrate the festival are different, so are the ways to observe it. Any place in Rajasthan is perfect for Diwali celebrations, you won’t see Diwali celebrations as royal as in this state. In larger cities like Mumbai and New Delhi, you will see a lot of celebrations and fireworks displays. For Diwali, cities in the states of Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh like Agra, Orchha, and Khajuraho are fantastic.

You can visit Varanasi to witness the breathtaking aarti and the fascinating fireworks beside the Ganges River. Dev Deepawali, commonly known as the Diwali of the Lords, is a holiday also observed in Varanasi. 15 days after Diwali, this holiday is celebrated. All 84 ghats of the state are lit with earthen lamps to welcome the Lords, who, according to legend, descend to Earth to bathe in the Ganges’ sacred waters. This is a spectacle worth seeing because it includes both celebrations and numerous rituals.

As grand and wonderful as the celebrations of Diwali are, you might come across some people in the country who cannot celebrate the biggest festival of our country, they are the ones either deprived of basic rights because of poverty, homelessness or unemployment. These underprivileged people, who are our fellow citizens, deserve to live a happy and bright life, just like Diwali celebrations. The major crisis that the world is facing today is hunger. According to the United Nations, 690 people in the world today suffer due to extreme hunger and malnutrition.

Filaantro is an online crowdfunding platform that supports those causes that one truly believes in and needs fundraising. Additionally, we have ongoing projects that focus mainly on education for underprivileged children in India and food relief.

Under our Zero Hunger project, we serve more than 1800 warm and nutritious meals across India, daily. Our primary focus is on underprivileged children who are the future of this country. Watching the smiles that bloom on their faces when they are served warm meals, the satisfaction is unmatched. The project aims to create a lasting end to hunger and malnutrition. The idea behind the project is that by providing these kids with warm meals every day, they will be capable of concentrating better on their academics and eventually have a better academic career.

Visit https://filaantro.org/fundraiser/view/zero-hunger to know more about the Zero Hunger project and help these underprivileged celebrate a joyful Diwali!

With your generous support, we can make the lives of those in need much better.

To know more about fundraising and our projects, visit filaantro.org

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[kodzukyan]

the long way home (to you)

notes: happy belated birthday, rissa! cheers to our tokrev momster, the baby of group therapy, and the light of my life!! words can’t describe how much joy you bring to my life, and i’m thankful every day for you. thank you for putting up with all the dumb shit i say on the daily HAHA. i love you so much. 🥺💖 @seishue (also thank you to annette and ilayda for putting up with me as i overthink every thing HAHA 🥺) 

summary: the concept of home redefined through the years. - kokonui

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Home is an abstract concept, but it’s something Koko has always been able to define.

At eight, it was sitting in Seishu’s room and the sound of pencils scribbling on summer homework as the air conditioner hummed through the silence. At eight, it was the sound of his laughter as Seishu pouts about summer homework. At eight, it was Akane with her golden hair and sky-blue eyes as she brings in barley tea and snack cakes. At eight, it was the warmth that blooms in his chest as his heart thunders excitedly and recklessly at the sight of Akane’s pretty smiles and playful teasing.

At eight, it was the sound of fire crackling and tearing through the home he knew.

(All he sees is the painted reds and oranges of fire, burning, burning, burning through home as he knows it.

He runs into the fire anyway because he promised. He will save her, save love as he knows it. As if he’s running on autopilot, he just bulldozes through the building of burning wood and flaming memories because he purely has one end goal. He runs, runs, runs, and finally sees her, sees the promise he vowed to protect.

He doesn’t think because all he cares about is Akane, his promise, and he grabs her and runs. He sighs in relief as they make it. As he breathes in the fresh air, he sees light blue eyes staring right back at him, too light to be paired with the soft smile that flutters his heart, and he feels like he can’t breathe. He stares vacantly at Seishu, and as pain reflects back from his blue eyes, Koko hates himself for feeling upset that he saved his best friend instead of his sister.

His eyes drift from downcast eyes to the blazing building, and his heart stops. He’s breathing, but his body is frozen and his mind is dazed. The forbidding feeling in his chest swells into a looming shadow, and he feels crushed as it devours him whole.)

At eight, home burns. All he’s left with is Seishu’s hand clutching his as they stand in a white room. The love of his life laid still, and the steady beep of the heart monitor drowns out their cries.

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At fifteen, home was found through crimes and bonds built through money and blood. At fifteen, it was wistful thinking and forcing the image of Akane onto his best friend, hoping, praying that she will still smile at him all the same. But she doesn’t because all he recognizes is Seishu and his steady eyes as he looks forward. In contrast, Koko feels increasingly aware that he was the only one running in circles with no destination.

Seishu has constantly seen him, always looked at him as him. And despite conventional belief, while he still detects traces of Akane, he sees Seishu too. He cherishes him too, in a different way than how he loved Akane, in a way that reminds him that love is steady.

He loves Seishu in a way that he will always, always choose him. Like the consistent beat of his heart, love flows softly, tenderly, subtly. Unlike the blazing flutters of his heart he felt with Akane, it's more like the stars that twinkle night after night. With Seishu, he doesn’t have to be the Koko who exclusively knows how to break things and make money. With Seishu, he can completely just be Koko. A gentle lull, rest stop, a stronghold against the world where he doesn’t have to run, where he can finally sleep.

Seishu deserves better, though. He deserves someone who isn’t chasing after the image of a dead girl while being half in love with him. He deserves someone who isn’t running in circles, both mentally and emotionally. He deserves someone who loves him fully instead of his half-baked feelings that grow and surface with every moment, but he refuses to acknowledge.

(Because if he does, what will he have left? Who is he without money and his feelings for the one who commenced it all?

He’s a little more lost than found, so he just keeps on running, running, running in hopes to discover some answers, to finally reach somewhere he can just be.

(He doesn't know how to stop.)

Somehow, he thinks Seishu knows all along anyway with the way he still squeezes his hand and looks at him like he’s still worth it. He still enables him to lean in and tuck himself in between the crook of his neck and breathe in the scent of home.)

But home, Koko thinks, becomes a little more undefined when they part ways. Because he can no longer protect Seishu, who keeps on going and facing forwards while he’s still stuck on a repeated loop. Because he knows he’s gripping Seishu back from growing and becoming someone who can take on the world.

(Because he loves him.)

So, he lets go of home and wonders since when did it become so cold without Seishu’s hand holding his.

-----

At eighteen, he is completely lost. The sight of Akane’s smiling is long gone and the warmth of Seishu’s hand in his has gone cold. The looming shadow that has been following him is always ready to overtake him, but he fights on anyway because he has to see it through.

(See what through? He doesn’t know exactly.)

Ironically, it has incessantly been the bleakest moments when Seishu appears beside him. He’s still running loops on repeat, but he thinks an alternative path opens up when Seishu extends his hand out. He wants to take it, wants to altogether stop running because he’s so tired.

“Koko.” Seishu prompts as he holds his hand out, “I’ll give you half of my burdens, so give me half of yours too.”

He grasps Seishu’s hand, and Seishu pulls him up. Koko leans into the crook of Seishu’s neck like he did before, and as if all the years of exhaustion finally caught up to him, he cries. He cries for the loss of Akane, cries for the loss of what could have been, cries for the loss of home.

Seishu just stands still and supports him tightly in his arms as he breaks.

“I’m with you.”

He used to think he was the one who supported Seishu, but he thinks he’s been proven time and time again that it’s the opposite way around.

“We don’t talk about this,” Koko sniffles as he leans into Seishu’s hold.

“Okay,” Seishu promises and places a tender kiss on his temple.

Koko has never believed in God. God wasn’t there when he needed him; God still isn’t here when he needs him. But as their bodies press together, limbs tangled and eyes locked, he wonders if this is what heaven feels like.

("Koko," Seishu starts. A conversation that has been lingering in the back of his mind; a conversation that has to be said. He pauses, wandering eyes hesitant to confront black ones before he inhales sharply. "I’m not Akane."

Koko's teasing smile fades, intense eyes meeting crystalline blue ones that are slightly lighter than the girl he loved once. He used to imagine the boy in front of him as his sister, the one he swore he would protect, but he can’t even fathom the thought now. He can see her traces, but he thinks he never desires it to be her anymore. He just wants his best friend, his comfort, his home, him. "I know."

His callous hands reach for Seishu’s burn scar, caressing it gently before he trails down and brushes Seishu’s soft cheek. He cradles it for a moment before he presses his forehead against Seishu’s, softly, fondly. He’s earnest as his eyes staring straight into blue ones, a vulnerability in his gaze. A realization, a truth, something he’s long figured out but didn’t want to admit because he didn’t want to let go of all that he knew.

But he notes the man in front of him now, feels the warmth of his cheek and the softness in his glance, and Koko finally smiles and feels like it’s okay to stop.

“I only see you, Seishu. You, and only you.”)

At eighteen, he comes home after wandering the world, thinking maybe he can ultimately stop his journey to obtain something because he had someone all along.

-----

At twenty-one, home looks a lot like the one from his childhood. A modest one-bedroom apartment with an equally small living room and kitchen, but there’s still the sound of pencils scribbling as Seishu writes down the grocery list and the air conditioner still hums through the summer daze.

Life feels so calm that everything before this moment feels like a fever dream. He wakes up next to Seishu, drinks coffee — black for him, two sugars and heavy on the milk for Seishu — together before they part ways for work or whatever they have for the day. They take turns picking dinner or leave it to the roulette when they can’t decide, and sometimes they go out with their friends for drinks at night.

Within these four walls of the apartment, there are memories immortalized as pictures, and furniture far too expensive for a little place like this. Heels line up in the doorway, name-brand jackets fill the closet, a set of matching silverware picked out together.

A home meant for two, and love blankets every crevice in this small home and his heart.

Home, Koko thinks, perchance is a person all along as he stares at Seishu, who only smiles and holds out his hand as he catches his eyes. Koko reflectively smiles back and laces their fingers together.

“You ready?” Seishu asks, a grocery list in hand and his heart in the other.

“With you? Always,” he responds back with a grin, knowing he equally holds Seishu’s heart too.

Home, Koko thinks, is definitely Seishu all along. 

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[whiskeynwriting]

First of all CONGRATULATIONSS!!!! U trully deserve it like really your amazing and ur writing is just so perfect.. So I was thinking maybe the reader was close to getting hurt or death during a raid with Javier peña, and them admitting their feelings after a heated argument and then u know what comes after it with all the adrenaline and stuff😏 Again congrats and I am so happy for u, stay safe & sendig love🤍🤍

Thank you bb ♥️ you've supported me for so long and your love means the WORLD to me! 🥰😊😘

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At the end of the day, it’s not like he really had a choice. He’s not your boss, he can’t tell you what to do or where to go, or rather, where to not go. It’s not up to him, and if you’re being honest, he had no right trying to convince you to stay in the first place. Javier’s so-called ‘care’ for you made you feel small and weak, made you feel like you were a child to be looked after and not an asset to your team.

In your mind, it was just sex, and you thought he’d felt the same way, too. He doesn’t exactly have a great track record for dating women, he just sleeps around. And truly, you’re no different. So, you didn’t think it’d be a big deal if you slept together. But after doing so a handful of times, Javier’s feelings got the better of him. Maybe it was because he saw you every day, worked with you so closely and got to know you so well. The other women he slept with, he’d only see them if he wanted to. But with you, he had no choice. You were in his space all day, every day, and he just couldn’t fight it anymore.

“Where’s Peña?” Steve asks, glancing over at you in the passenger seat.

“I don’t know,” you respond, twisting up your face as you load your pistol. “Why’re you asking me?”

Steve grins, giving you another sideways glance. Then he shrugs.

“I dunno; he’s on our team.” Steve’s explanation is bullshit, and you both know it. “I don’t know where he is; just figured I’d ask.”

You shoot him a stare as you cock your gun, shoving it into the front holster of your tac vest. Whatever, Murphy. With a slight huff, and another chuckle from your older teammate, you switch off your phone and shove into the middle compartment. You need to get in the right headspace for this and thinking about Javier is not the way to do that.

Javier. It’s funny, you think, referring to him by his full name or his last name while working. Because when he was inside you, it was always Javi.

“Javi, baby, please, please don’t stop.”

“Shh…” he’d cooed, whispering into your ear before placing a furry of tender kisses there. “Nghh, fuck.”

He’d covered your neck in kisses, occasionally sucking on your earlobe while he rocked into you. Javi’s large palms roamed your body, caressing your back, holding your hips, touching every part of you he could. He made you feel so full, but not too full, not to the point where it was painful. He also knew how to use his hips, moving them rhythmically against yours. It made for the most pleasurable experience, for both him and you.

“Javi, Javi, Javi…”

Fuck, stop.

   Steve pulls into an alleyway about five minutes later, allowing both of you to approach the scene quietly. You meet Javier and the rest of your team near the edge of the building, your group now reviewing your strategy before executing the plan. Steve stays by your side, or rather, you stay by his. Any excuse to get further away from Javier.

When your group gets into formation, your specific spot is near the rear. There are three men behind you covering your back, and five other officers in front, Javier leading the pack. You are to sweep the building for any possible evidence or convicts. You don’t expect a particularly large group of the cartel to be in here, but you are expecting a few stragglers. With your handgun to your chest, you make your way up the stairs, each pair of you dispersing into your assigned level of the building as you continue your ascent. Your assigned partner for the bust is Agent Romero, but when you step onto the fifth floor, your assigned floor, another agent joins you instead.

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, shooting Javier a glare.

“I switched partners.” He whispers back, eyes not on you but scanning your surroundings.

“Why?”

He doesn’t respond, just sends a quick look your way. A look that says shut up and do your job, or maybe his look says you already know why. Maybe it’s both, and maybe he should be doing his job and stay with his own partner. Regardless, you roll your eyes and remind yourself of where you are.

It’s obvious you’re annoyed with him, but when it comes to your safety, your aggravation doesn’t matter. He knows you can handle yourself; he knows that. But it’s too much stress to see you out in the field and not be by your side, not knowing whether or not you’re okay. So he continues on, taking lead as the two of you scan the fifth floor.

“Let’s split up.”

“What? No –”

But you’re already gone, deciding you can do this on your own. You step off to the left, rounding a couple of abandoned desks. And then you hear something rustle, seeing a small stack of papers fall off the side of the nearest wooden surface.

“Put your hands where I can see them.” you calmly demand, training your weapon on that same desk.

You can see the top of someone’s head, a light brush of dark hair that had been moving slightly. And at your words, they rise, hands still at their sides.

“Hands up and behind your head.”

He does as you say, watching with a stoic expression as you approach him. When you go to reach for one of his hands, though, intending on cuffing him, he swings. His fist hits you dead in the chest and knocks you back. He tries to run but you grab his arm, tugging him back. The force of his blow had stunned you so much that you dropped your gun, and lucky for you, he doesn’t have one, either.

It turns into a full-fledged fight; one you’re not prepared for. But you’ve trained for this, so you handle it as best you can. You’re able to twist one of his arms behind his back, your struggle growing loud enough to draw Javier’s attention. He comes running, seemingly out of breath as he draws his weapon. He sees you restraining the man, but decides to take action anyway. In a few large strides, he’s next to the two of you, grabbing the man’s arms and slightly shoving you aside. You scoff as he does so, watching Javier whip out his handcuffs to detain the man.

To say you’re angry would be an understatement. You feel absolutely embarrassed, and offended. You were clearly in charge of the situation. He could’ve stood by in case you needed backup, not shove you out of the way and take over completely. It made you feel fucking weak, he made you feel weak.

Everyone decided to go out and celebrate, the plan being a complete success. But you choose not to go. You have nothing to celebrate, not personally. You love going out into the field, love taking action and making an actual difference. And Javier took that away from you.

It’s late when you get back to the office, dark outside and dimly lit on the inside. The only people occupying the building during these hours are the janitors, and you already have a key to get inside, so you don’t even have to speak to them. All you’re doing is grabbing a few case files, intending to review them over the weekend in order to get ahead. When you see the papers on your desk, you pile them into a folder with a defeated sigh. Maybe you’ll have a better chance next time.

“Hey,”

You don’t even turn around, you just close your eyes, releasing a frustrated breath.

“Why are you here, Javier?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He casually responds, walking up behind you and then standing at your side. “Look, I’m… I’m sorry about today.”

“You do this all the time.” You have your teeth clenched; eyes still pinched shut as you try to control your rage.

“What?” he asks, voice quiet yet slightly surprised.

“You constantly undermine me, Javier. Constantly. I’ve done my training; I’ve done my time. I’m not a rookie anymore and more importantly,”

Finally, you spin around, eyebrows furrowed as you stare up at him.

“You’re not my boss.” You then shove past him, folder tucked under your arm. “You need to stop acting like you can tell me what to do.”

“I’m trying to apologize, can’t you wa –”

“Javier,” you scoff, finally stepping away to leave. “Fuck off.”

         You make it home, seeing red the entire way. And Javier does the same, each of you stomping into your respective homes and slamming the doors behind you. You opt to take a shower to calm down, but Javier is different.

         He plops down on his couch, groaning as he rubs his face. Both the whiskey and cigarettes aren’t far away but he doesn’t feel like reaching for either of them. Instead, he reaches for the phone. Unbeknownst to him, you’re washing away your worries in hot steam, so you don’t answer when he calls. He assumes, though, that you’re ignoring him. Which only aggravates him more. He doesn’t know what to do. He thought he was helping you, protecting you, but at the same time he can see things from your point of view, too. The feelings he has for you… maybe you don’t feel the same. But he reminds himself that that can’t be true. He sees the way you look at him, feels the way you fuck him. None of that is fake.

         A few miles away, you finish your shower, wrapping your hair up and stepping out. It made you feel better, refreshed your mental state. You’d also received some bruises from your short fight, the hot water helping the areas that are slowly beginning to ache. Some sweatpants and a light tank top are what you choose for the night, keeping your clothes light and making sure they don’t hug your body too tight. And then you sit down, taking a moment to rest on the couch. It only takes seconds for you to shoot right back up.

         “What the fuck are you doing here?!” you spit, opening the door to see Javier. He’d been pounding on it relentlessly, clearly still frustrated. “Why’re you being so loud?”

         “Why did you ignore me?” he responds, completely disregarding your questions.

         “What?”

         He strides past you and through the door, stomping into your living room while he rubs a hand over his jaw. Quickly closing the door, you follow him further inside, watching him move around in his flustered state.

         “I called you,” he finally says, hands on his hips. “Why didn’t you pick up?”

         “I was in the shower, Javier. I didn’t even know you had called.”

         “So, what?” he shrugs, continuing on. “You’re just done with me? Is that it?”

         “What the fuck are you talking about?” now you’re growing aggravated, the adrenaline you’d felt earlier quickly returning. “When did I ever say that?”

         “Sure as hell seems like it, since you told me to fuck off.”

         “Look, I was mad, okay? And I had every right to be!”

         “I tried apologizing, and you just walked away!” he shouts, feeling incredibly hurt. It stung when you said those words to him and nothing more. It felt like you were walking out of his life.

         He surges forward toward you, immediately crowding your space with his toned body and booming voice. His chest drops deeply, now rising rapidly as he inhales his next breath. Hesitantly, he reaches for you, his hands falling on your hips.

         “I don’t like you being out there, okay? I don’t like not… knowing.”

         “Not knowing what?”

         “Whether or not you’re okay.”

         You swallow at his response, thinking it over in your head. Javier actually worries about you? But your thoughts quickly turn, convincing yourself that that’s what anyone on your team would do. Honestly, he probably just wants a quick fuck.

         “Look Javier, thanks for looking out for me. It’s what anyone on our team would do. But I’m not in the mood to argue, and I’m not in the mood for sex. So, if that’s what you want, go find Vanessa or something.”

         “Would you stop being so goddamn defensive?!”

         “How can I not be when you act like you’re my goddamn boyfriend but only come around for sex?! You can sleep around, and so can I. This isn’t something that’s exclusive.”

         “Well, I want it to be.”

         For once, you’re speechless; all you do is stare up at him. Your anger is still there, sure, but only because you don’t want to show him that you’re cracking underneath. You don’t want to believe him, but why would he say it if it wasn’t true? He’s never mentioned anything about being exclusive before, hell, you’ve never even been on a real date before.

         “Really?”

         “Yes.” he steps even closer to you, the hands he once held at your hips now sliding around your lower back. “I care for you, bonita.” (pretty)

         Javi’s left hand rises to brush a strand of hair away from your face, now cupping your cheek. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his, the furious adrenaline coursing through your veins now turning into something different, something pleasurable and exciting.

         “I thought, I thought this was…”

         “Whatever you thought this was,” he says in that low and slightly rough tone. “It’s not, not anymore. I want it to be something more.”

         You don’t often see him like this, so vulnerable with his emotions. He usually remained rather stern on the outside, stubborn and determined. Feelings deeper than that were just that, deep, hidden away where no one could find them. Not even him.

         “Is that what you want?” he then asks as his thumb strokes your cheek, worry accompanying the emotions his vulnerability brings. For a moment he waits in silence, terrified inside that you won’t return how he feels.

         “I didn’t let myself feel that way for you,” you admit in a hushed tone, and it makes his heart sink. “It’s hard to let you in, because… I feel like it will only hurt.”

         His face twists in confusion, his head tilting slightly. The hand on your face doesn’t move, though, and you don’t want it to.

         “I didn’t think you’d want me like that.”

         Your own hands begin to slide up his front, fingers rubbing slightly at the fabric over his chest. And then, your eyes dip down in uncertainty, thinking about how to translate the thoughts swirling through your head.

         “Tell me if you want this.” He begs, licking his lower lip.

         Nerves bubble up inside him, anxiety tensing his muscles to their limit.

         “I want this with you, Javi.”

         Hearing you speak his nickname again makes him melt inside, all of his anxiety brushed away in one deep breath. And when your eyes meet his, he can practically feel you asking for him.

         Javi mirrors your need, dipping his head down to capture your lips with his. The hands that you’d placed on his chest slide up to his neck, fingernails brushing against the tips of his hair. He uses his right hand on your back to pull you flush against him, a small moan now purring from your lips. And inside, your heart flutters. It feels strange, fully letting go and allowing him into your life like this. But you hope it’s good, you believe it will be good.

         Slowly, you begin to move against the other, feeling the other’s body on yours. Your gentle caresses turn into passionate grabs as you hold each other, because this is unlike anything you’ve felt before. To surrender fully to someone has never been an easy thing for you, but with Javi, you know you’ll be safe with him.

         “Oh,” you huff out against him, his full lips insistent on meeting yours.

         He molds his mouth to you, disregarding your slight noise as your back hits the far wall. And he easily moves, immediately moves, picking you up and wrapping both of your legs around his waist.

         “Oh…” it hits the air gently, your quiet moan.

         Javi nudges your head to the side with his nose, his lips and tongue then finding your neck. You hold him against you while both of his hands remain underneath your thighs. His grip is firm, strong, continuing to hold you up between himself and the wall. He’s already grinding into you, his tighter pants allowing you to feel his full length. You’re both an absolute mess of sighs and moans, his heavy breaths hitting your skin with each heated pant. He groans lightly when you tug on his hair, nails scratching against his scalp.

         “Do you want to, baby?” he asks breathily against your throat, continuing the placement of his heated and sloppy kisses.

         All you do is nod, hands lowering to his face and dragging him up to yours. You press Javi’s full lips to your own, passionately moaning against him. And that’s all he needs.

         He knows the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand, having been here so many times over the past few months. Without much guidance from his own eyes, he lifts you from the wall and begins to walk down your hallway. He makes it past your bathroom on the left, and with a few more steps, turns into your bedroom on the right. It makes you smile against him, knowing how well he remembers your home. If only you knew how fondly he thinks of it.

         “Baby,” you breathe out, both hands holding his face as he lays you down.

         Javi gives you a quick kiss before he stands, turning to switch on the small lamp sitting at your desk. He then lifts his shirt, turning back to you as he tosses it onto your desk behind him. The breath that comes from your chest is one of contentment, watching as his skilled fingers drop to his belt, setting it aside and then sliding down his pants. It’s then that he returns to you, crawling over you on your bed, body hovering over yours. He urges you to lay back, slow yet sensual kisses places directly onto your lips. And while he distracts you like this, his hands work their way down to the hem of your shirt, and you lean up when he tugs at it lightly. He slides it off your form, and like clockwork, he then moves to undo your bra.

         “Mm…” he mumbles, pressing his face against them.

         “Javi…” it feels natural like this, saying his name. Not his full one, not his title, his name. The shortened word making the moment much more intimate than before.

         He savors this moment, really takes it in. You’d only had sex with him in your bed one other time before, the act usually unfolding on one of your couches or on his own mattress. Sometimes even in the back of his jeep, but that’s a story for another time, perhaps.

         He’ll never admit it, but over these past few months, Javier has thought of nothing but you. He’d imagined so many women to be you, women he’d kissed and fucked and met a dozen times before. But when he had sex with you, it felt more intimate, felt more natural. It wasn’t just a simple fling for him, it never was. And now that he has you all to himself, it’s like he’s unlocking a world he thought may never be open.

         Suddenly, Javi moves down your body, pressing kisses between your breasts as he trails down. The warm wetness of his tongue glides across your skin, those effortlessly tender lips kissing your stomach and hips. You shiver at the feel of it; Javi always seemed to worship your body whenever you were naked with him, and now you know why.

         “Oh!” you gasp, feeling him nip at the thin skin of your hip.

         He sucks on it, grazing his teeth along it and making sure he leaves his mark. While he’s doing so, his hands hook into the waistband of your pants, sliding them down and kissing every inch of exposed flesh that he reveals. He’s never licked you before, though he’s thought of it often. And while he wants to stick his tongue inside and see how you taste, he decides it’s better for a later date.

         All of a sudden, you reach down, hauling him back up to you. He’d begun to remove your panties, but you finish the job for him by shimmying them down your legs and then kicking them off. Passionately, you hold his face, pressing your lips to his over and over again.

         “Let me grab a condom,” he mutters, giving you one more kiss, and then another on your cheek.

         He remembers you grabbing one from your nightstand the last time you’d had sex in your bed, so he reaches over to do the same. In two quick swipes, the drawer opens and shuts, Javi now returning with the packet in hand.

         “Let me do it,” you sigh, reaching out for it. “Let me.”

         Javi smiles down at you, always a fan of your eagerness. He’d never met another woman that did this for him, he always put it on himself. But he leans back and upright, resting on his knees so he can allow you to reach him. You sit up, too, following his motions. Your eyes immediately focus on the beautiful erection between his thighs, hanging heavily and waiting. Without pulling your eyes away, you tear the top off of the wrapper, letting the piece fall beside you as you lay the rubber covering over his tip. You don’t have to look up at him to know that he’s watching too, his jaw dropping and broad palms coming to rest on your knees. With delicate motions, your right hand holds him, your left rolling the protective piece down. When it’s fully on, Javi sighs, the sound rough and deep. You smirk to yourself, both hands wrapping around and jerking him slowly. Inside, you can feel yourself pulse, watching him rock his hips into your grasp.

         You’ve always loved listening to Javi’s grunts and groans; he sounded so different like this. You’d heard the noises he made while working out or fighting, and while those made you just as hot for him, these ones are just… different. They’re exhaled with more meaning, more passion.

         “Cariño…” he groans, now tilting his head up to look at you. (Baby…)

         And when you meet those deep, chestnut eyes, you lean back, allowing him to hover over you once again. His loving gaze doesn’t leave, not until he places a kiss on your cheek, and then on your jaw, all while positioning himself between your legs. You let your eyes close when you feel him nudge your entrance, his face now nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Both of your hands move to Javi’s back, holding him against you as he slides inside.

         “Javi…”

         His groan vibrates through his chest, the ending of it more of a sigh than anything else. In one smooth slide, he’s all the way in, his hips meeting your own. He grinds himself into you, the firm press of it making you moan.

         “Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, breaths already becoming hurried.

         He presses his face further against you, lets his chest lay over yours though not enough for it to hurt you. His left arm slides up, laying his forearm down beside your head for support. Javi’s right hand decides to travel lower, now holding onto your hip as he begins to move back.

         Even the slightest of movements makes your insides glow, sets your body alight with desire and pleasure. It makes you want more, and his body reacts the same, not even pulling all the way out before sliding back in. His lips brush over your skin, the hair above his lips and the stubble scattering his cheeks scratching you kindly. The sensation only furthers the ripple of goosebumps washing over you, making you cling that much tighter to him.

         He whispers your name, the coarse tone of the syllables echoing in your ear. And then he moans it again, hips now steadily rocking into yours. When he gives you a particularly hard thrust, your nails scratch down his neck and shoulders, the movement immediately followed by a harsh bite on your earlobe.

         “Fuuuck, yes. Javi faster, please.” You whine out, throwing your head back as you rise your pelvis to meet his own.

         “Mierda,” the word is hissed against your neck, Javi’s open mouth now panting against you. (Fuck)

         At your wish, his thrusts begin to quicken. He dives inside, grunts now slipping past his lips with every fervent shove. Javi’s motions become heated, all while remaining sensual. His hand continues to grip your hip, rising to firmly hold your waist.

         “Can I go deeper, bonita?” he asks with a sweet kiss to your ear. “Feels so good when I’m deep.”

         “Yes,” you immediately return. “Yes, Javi. Please go deeper.”

         All at once, Javi pulls back, the muscles in chest and stomach flexing above you. He lifts the arm he was leaning on beside your head, placing his palm underneath your left leg. He bends your knee, shoving it upward toward your stomach while keeping your other leg down. The new angle allows him to shift his hips, now moving to pound himself down into you.

         “Oh my god, Javi… fuck,”

         “Ugh,” he chokes out a groan into the crook of your neck. “Feels so good…”

         Your nails scratch along his back, the harshness he’s delivering almost painful. The muscles in your legs stretch for him, doing whatever he asks. His nose nudges your head further to the side, sucking on your neck with intent.

         “I need this,” he grunts out, lifting his head and returning his lips to yours. “Fucking hell.”

         “Baby you’re so, s – s” you continue to stutter, feeling his cocky grin grow beside you. “Strong.”

         “Yeah? Is that what you like about me?” his beautiful smirk remains, the curve of his nose tracing a path along your jaw. “Hm?”

         “Among many other things, yes…” you sigh out, a wide smile now running across your own lips.

         “You sexy fucking thing.” He grumbles, bending your leg even further back. “Look at how well you take me.”

         “Fuck, Javi, you make me feel fucking amazing. Baby,”

         “Baby, you’re gonna be mine?” he quickly asks, huffing the sentence out in two breaths.

         “Yes, Javi. I wanna be yours; I wanna be with you, baby.”

         “I like making sure you’re safe, bonita. I know you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you have to fight.”

         You hadn’t expected to hear such soft and meaningful words from him, but they make your heart melt inside, make you go soft beneath him. A sudden gasp forces its way past your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as he hits that very specific spot. He feels your walls clench around him, feels you pulse inside. It makes him groan and growl into your neck.

         “Ngh, I can feel it, fuck.” Javi’s panting has grown frantic, his pelvis slapping down onto yours. “Cum baby, I know you can do it. I know how good it feels for you…”

         “Javi,”

         “Do it for me.”

         He thrusts into you harder, his nose now running up your cheek as he nuzzles into you. Then he kisses you there, his hurried breaths fanning out over your face.

         You’re still in awe of the pleasure Javi’s been able to bring you since the first time you’d laid with him in bed. He had a certain way with himself, swaying his hips into you at a gracefully powerful pace. It made you feel weak, but in the best way you’ve ever known.

         “Yes, yes…”

         It’s not sudden, you’d seen it coming. Each shove of his cock inside brought incredible waves of bliss to your system, building you up from the moment he entered. He has such amazing stamina, fully satisfying your needs before his own. And as he does so, he feels you shiver, his right arm snuggling its way beneath your back to hold you close. As soon as it hits, you cling to him, arms and legs wrapping around his firm body. He drops your leg to allow you to do so, letting you bring him in closer. Jesus, it feels so wonderful to finally have him like this, having him and knowing you don’t have to let him go. His beautiful body holds your own, continuing to coax you through your high.

         The ripple of his own shaking muscles comes shortly after, his open mouth laying over your skin as he moans. He loves when you wrap your legs around him like this, linking them behind his lower back and shoving him further inside. Your inner channel squeezes him tight, the wet heat of your own cum allowing him to easily slide in and out. His eyes roll back into his skull at the sensation, hips jerking harshly against your own. Each thrust is sharp and deep, the rush of his cum flooding his body with a euphoric high. But before he lets himself release into you, into the covering you’d laid over him, he pulls out.

         You shriek at the sensation, head snapping down to watch him. He rips the condom off, tossing it aside on the bed. His movements are almost frantic, kneeling up between your legs with his hand flying down to grip his cock. Javi’s tan body shakes above you, jerking himself off between your legs and into your stomach. He’s gasping and panting, the fingers of his free hand digging into the sweet flesh of your thigh. It doesn’t take long for the first spurt to arrive, shooting hotly across your stomach.

         “Oh,” he groans, pumping his hand with his brow furrowed deep. “Ugh.”

         Javi’s staring down at where his cum litters your belly, gasping out harshly as it lands on your skin. You gain your bearings enough to lean up, resting back on your forearms as you watch. Your legs lay out on either side of him, breaths slowing down as you watch his release. The grunts from his throat are forceful, sinful, followed by a few satisfied sighs.

         “Ugh…” he groans, lowering his body over yours.

         His back stays slightly arched, his stomach not pressing over his own cum as he holds you. Both hands slide around to your back, face pressing back into the crook of your neck. And you smile at his loving affections, your hands rising to pet lightly at his dark curls. You can feel him place a few firm kisses, his lips meeting your neck a handful of times.

         “Baby,” he grumbles, head turning to the side to place a kiss on your ear.

         He then inhales a deep breath, face resting over your soft, sweet-smelling hair. A happy hum moves through your chest, a calm smile forming along with it. He holds you so tightly, slightly rubbing himself over you.

         “Baby,” he repeats quietly, “You’re mine.” 

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ghost of tsushima starters

❝ promise you’ll remain the good man i know. ❞   ❝ only fools have no fear of death. ❞   ❝ i am very much alive. but my patience is dying. ❞   ❝ i’ll make sure you are remembered. as a great warrior...a wise leader. ❞   ❝ the strength we need is all around us. ❞   ❝ the past cannot hurt you. ❞   ❝ this whole journey, and i never asked your name. ❞   ❝ fear drives you to be stronger. fight harder. ❞ ❝ sometimes...our only choice is to walk away from everything we know ❞ ❝ we do what we must. that is why you and i are both survivors. ❞ ❝ i can do good! i just...need practice. ❞ ❝ may your next life be more peaceful than this one. ❞ ❝ i knew it was too good to be true. ❞ ❝ i'll see what i can do. but if you’re lying to me... ❞ ❝ you’re too comfortable with that power. ❞ ❝ don’t ever try to kill me again. ❞ ❝ turn your back on a foe...and you will die with a sword stuck in it. ❞ ❝ youre not slipping away that easily. ❞ ❝ just stay closed. keep your sword sheathed. and let me do the talking. ❞ ❝ the things i saw still haunt my nightmares. ❞ ❝ i dont even know if you're real. ❞ ❝ victories don’t have to feel good. ❞   ❝ killing your own family...it’s harder than you could ever imagine. ❞   ❝ it’s safer for everyone if i just disappear. ❞   ❝ next time, leave some glory for the rest of us. ❞   ❝ peace doesn’t always come quietly. ❞   ❝ some people respond to kindness. others require a glimpse of steel. ❞ ❝ i am nothing if not honest. ❞ ❝ stop using people, and start thinking about how you can help them. ❞ ❝ you’ve had your vengeance. don’t stand in the way of mine. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do it alone. ❞ ❝ not all words need to be spoken. ❞   ❝ there is time yet for revenge. i will savour their cries of pain when that time comes. ❞ ❝ i have learned to love the cool, damp dark. ❞ ❝ the last thing i saw was faces filled with hatred, rage... ❞ ❝ you didn’t think you'd get rid of me that easily, did you? ❞ ❝ we will celebrate when this is all over. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with you? one moment we stand shoulder-to-shoulder, the next you’re ready to cross blades. ❞ ❝ a warrior learns from their mistakes, or they are buried by them. ❞ ❝ remember your training...and never leave my side. ❞ ❝ well...i guess this is goodbye. ❞ ❝ your visions will grow worse, driving you to madness and death. ❞ ❝ i can only pretend for so much longer. i’m not like these people and never will be. ❞ ❝ i loved you all my life, but i could never work up the courage to tell you. ❞ ❝ the proud do not last, and the mightiest of us perish like dust before the wind. ❞ ❝ you’re a vision of mercy. ❞ ❝ not bad, but only half-good. ❞ ❝ we make a good team, don’t we? ❞ ❝ an archer’s aim relies not on eyes...but on body, mind, and spirit. ❞ ❝ this is my fight. i don’t need your weapon. ❞ ❝ being right doesn’t always make things better. ❞ ❝ there is nothing easier than to prey upon the vanity of ambitious men. ❞ ❝ you weren’t looking so good. i let you rest. ❞ ❝ your intentions this time were...better than usual. ❞ ❝ what are you not telling me? ❞ ❝ trouble sticks to you like shit on rice. ❞ ❝ it’s strange being back after so many years...everywhere i look brings back memories. ❞ ❝ only a child expects perfection of their elders. ❞ ❝ when this is all over, what will you do? ❞ ❝ you are ruled by your emotion. ❞ ❝ is this how you want to be remembered? ❞ ❝ perhaps great men share all the aspects of their lessers, but more. great wisdom, but even greater cruelty. ❞ ❝ i cannot imagine the burden a leader like you must bear. ❞ ❝ our greatest enemies are the greatest teachers. ❞ ❝ death’s shadow embraces me. hand in hand we walk. ❞ ❝ breathe. you can’t fight if you hold your breath. ❞ ❝ i know you well enough by now, my friend. ❞ ❝ i can’t go back...to what i was. before this. ❞ ❝ i hope you one day forgive me for the choice i made. ❞ ❝ the wounds you dealt my spirit will never heal. ❞ ❝ why did you turn away from me? ❞ ❝ if you can keep moving forward, so can i. ❞ ❝ it’s a bad idea to sneak up on me. ❞ ❝ promise me something. don’t become like me. ❞ ❝ let me undo the damage i’ve done. ❞ ❝ ...and you want me to clean up your mess. ❞ ❝ the path ahead may take a lifetime, but i will walk it with you. always. ❞ ❝ whatever you believe i’ve become, i will always be your family. ❞ ❝ i wouldn’t be here without you. ❞ ❝ i’ll hunt you past the horizon if i must. ❞ ❝ can i count on you to do what needs to be done? ❞ ❝ that’s over now. you’re here. with me. ❞ ❝ i thought i’d lost you, i should’ve known you’d never give up. ❞ ❝ you can’t continue down this path. ❞ ❝ be careful. demons are everywhere and they fear nothing. ❞ ❝ corpses can’t answer questions. ❞ ❝ you deserve greater respect than this. ❞ ❝ it’s just like the stories my father told me. ❞ ❝ what you become tomorrow is your choice. ❞ ❝ just ask the last man who questioned my sincerity. you’ll find his head covered in flies out back. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t have lied. i still would have helped you. ❞ ❝ we came this far. we’re not turning back now. ❞ ❝ how do we survive if we don’t trust each other? ❞ ❝ without my help, the fear and pain will overwhelm you. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, we don’t retreat. ❞ ❝ the stories are true. i’ve never seen anyone fight like you. ❞ ❝ see how the enemy fear you? you are a true warrior. ❞ ❝ you want to share a drink...with me? ❞ ❝ maybe you should’ve just ran away. like you always do. ❞ ❝ good people have nothing to fear from me. ❞ ❝ your promises are just like you. worthless. ❞ ❝ as you wish, since you asked so sweetly. ❞ ❝ i know better than to argue. ❞ ❝ i hope i can find quiet places like this one, untouched by war. ❞ ❝ we grew up together, but you threw it all away. ❞ ❝ it was so chaotic. i felt you grip my wrist and then nothing. ❞ ❝ desperation can bring out the demon in the best of men. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to leave without you, but...i can’t stay. i hope you understand. ❞ ❝ a grown man, and you still can barely sit still. ❞ ❝ and i heard you had no sense of humor! ❞ ❝ knowing and doing are different. ❞ ❝ trouble follows me everywhere. ❞ ❝ indulging violence weakens the warrior...like too much food or drink. ❞ ❝ i can always tell when you want to ask me something. out with it. ❞ ❝ i am proud to fight beside you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t nurse you back to health to watch you throw your life away. ❞ ❝ all i want...all i need is to start a new life. ❞ ❝ look twice and shoot once. ❞ ❝ i think they’re afraid of you. you can be...intimidating.. ❞ ❝ you don’t even try to hear me. it’s like talking to a stone. ❞ ❝ so you try to kill me? have you lost your mind? ❞ ❝ you’ve sacrificed everything. for revenge. ❞ ❝ we can’t let anger consume us. or blind us to our friends. ❞ ❝ there is only one way this ends. ❞ ❝ i gave you everything. and you threw it away. ❞ ❝ do not question my integrity again. ❞ ❝ your father would be proud. ❞ ❝ the worst one can do is take advantage of their own people. ❞ ❝ you follow trouble. you should ask yourself why.  ❞ ❝ some of my favourite memories happened at this place. ❞ ❝ i told you this was a bad idea! ❞ ❝ keep fighting. we need people like you. ❞ ❝ are you the one who finally kills me? ❞ ❝ a warrior’s most important weapon is themself. lose control, and you risk defeat. ❞ ❝ first, get some rest. this is killing you. ❞ ❝ see that? i told you. there’s always hope. ❞ ❝ i hope the skills i gained through hardship can be of use to the people here. ❞ ❝ you have skill...but you nearly died rushing into battle. ❞ ❝ in the midst of battle, true leaders must stay rooted, stand firm. ❞ ❝ every time i get in a mess like this, i’m as scared as the time before. ❞ ❝ don’t be the next to disappoint me. ❞ ❝ save what we can, but know that everything passes away. ❞ ❝ i hope you understand, this is just a job. ❞ ❝ that’s a sad way to look at the world. ❞ ❝ seeing you like that...i’m still shaken up. ❞ ❝ sit with me a moment. ❞ ❝ doubt and indecision have destroyed armies. ❞ ❝ it’s so painful to...see you weighed down by sadness. ❞ ❝ on the slim chance some good comes of this...lead the way. ❞ ❝ you fought well, but we’re finished. ❞ ❝ the warrior’s mind is quiet but alive, like rustling bamboo. ❞ ❝ i’ve trained with a blade since i could walk. ❞ ❝ the visions...they’re still happening. ❞ ❝ in our world, being intimidating isn’t a bad thing. ❞ ❝ you have a talent. it’s time you use it, for the sake of our land. ❞ ❝ i've tried to teach you all i know...but you act more like a poet than a warrior. ❞ ❝ your path leads to madness and death. ❞ ❝ that’s twice you saved my life. ❞ ❝ these people stay because they believe in you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t choose this life. it was my only option. ❞ ❝ you came at me like i was your mortal enemy. almost broke my arm! ❞ ❝ i could use your help...in the fight ahead. ❞ ❝ you can be a little rough, but you have a good heart. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to kill you, stop! ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? afraid i’ll get more famous than you? ❞ ❝ war brings out who we truly are. ❞ ❝ take care where you place your faith. ❞ ❝ you seem lost in thought. ❞ ❝ i was getting tired of waiting for you. ❞ ❝ without my wisdom, you will lose your soul to madness. ❞ ❝ peace is an unattainable dream...but a dream worth fighting for. ❞ ❝ i’ve killed a thousand men. every death was sweet. ❞ ❝ what is the point of prayer when we are doomed? ❞ ❝ you’re like your father in more ways than you know. ❞ ❝ if you want my respect, earn it. ❞ ❝ and how many wars have you fought? ❞ ❝ you’re quite the butcher with that sword. ❞ ❝ people who sow chaos must be punished. ❞ ❝ i can’t help but wonder if you enjoy the violence. ❞ ❝ i kill only to protect our people. i think about that every time i reach for my sword. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry if my lack of skill offends. ❞ ❝ it’s the first time in days i haven’t felt like i was about to die. ❞ ❝ you fought like an animal...or a demon! ❞ ❝ there’s nothing more painful to me than a perfect bow...ineptly used. ❞ ❝ victory is won by warriors, not weapons. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t leave you to die. ❞ ❝ i made my choices. even knowing what they’ve cost me, i’d make them again. ❞ ❝ when’s the last time you slept or ate? ❞ ❝ you don’t get to give up. this land needs you. ❞ ❝ oh you pretend we are different, but we fight for the same thing. ❞ ❝ there are still places of beauty to remind us of what truly matters. ❞ ❝ true mastery begins where individual ego ends. ❞ ❝ a warrior faces danger with courage and resolve. this is how they endure. ❞ ❝ those stories...they're not entirely true. ❞ ❝ even the youngest warrior needs a full belly and a rested sword-arm. ❞ ❝ bad men are good at hiding their true natures. ❞ ❝ there is nothing left for me here. my hope is lost. ❞ ❝ i did what i had to. for you. ❞ ❝ forgive my manners. i spent all my time alone. ❞ ❝ is that any way to greet a visitor? ❞ ❝ if you continue down this path...you’ll be no better than the enemy. ❞ ❝ i am grateful for the times we share...but, i always want more. ❞ ❝ you lived your life in a castle. it made you soft. ❞ ❝ i used to know what i fought for... ❞ ❝ face them as a warrior with honour. not a monster. ❞ ❝ i don’t take lives, but i am not a coward. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i’ve crossed a line. ❞ ❝ you can’t expect everyone to understand what you’re doing, or why. ❞ ❝ your methods were brutal...impulsive...without honour. ❞ ❝ there’s plenty to fear without worrying about folktales. ❞ ❝ i hope you’ll find peace again soon. ❞ ❝ you do what you need to survive. and yet you despise others for doing the same. ❞ ❝ is that your excuse? your reason to kill? ❞ ❝ we have to keep pushing. even if it costs us our lives. ❞ ❝ cowards without honour deserve no mercy. ❞ ❝ i’ll fight beside you until the end. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, your forgiveness won’t change who i am. ❞ ❝ why should we settle for scraps when we deserve to be legends? ❞ ❝ only cowards strike from the shadows. ❞ ❝ the proud do not endure. the greatest of us fall in the end. ❞ ❝ perhaps some good will come of this. ❞   ❝ you will see nothing but death to the end of your days. ❞ ❝ legacy is more than a name. ❞ ❝ im sorry. i know what it means to lose family. ❞ ❝ one day we'll escape the endless wheel of suffering. ❞ ❝ is that a 'thank you'? ❞ ❝ i know what it means to be hunted. ❞ ❝ you personify fury and regret. ❞ ❝ that's all right. i want to hear you dig your own grave. ❞ ❝ either way, we’ve got nothing to lose. ❞ ❝ i’ve done what i can. the rest is up to you. ❞ ❝ forgive me, but you look fatigued. have you endured much hardship? ❞    ❝ i hope you find true honour in your next life. ❞ ❝ you deserve nothing less than death. ❞ ❝ this is foolish. surrender, and you can live. ❞ ❝ i too have pride in family. and i know what it’s like to live in their shadow. ❞ ❝ you were gone so long, i knew you were in trouble. ❞ ❝ so many of us here owe you our lives. ❞ ❝ what's wrong? what did they do to you? ❞   ❝ you’re lucky to be alive. ❞ ❝ i know your language. your traditions. your beliefs. which village to tame and which to burn. ❞   ❝ i cannot lose you again. ❞   ❝ i don’t seek revenge. but i will fight for peace. ❞   ❝ we will meet again soon. until then...travel safely. ❞   ❝ this is war --- not a test. ❞ ❝ we can save our home together. it doesn’t have to be like this. ❞ ❝ fear is a weapon. don’t let them use it against you. ❞

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[beels-burger-babe]

Melodious Mourning

***Ben Platt?! Hell yes! Okay! I am so so excited about this! Thank you so much @ester-is-here for reminding me how much I love this song. I hope everyone enjoys it. You can listen to the song, if you haven't already, here. Disclaimer: In Case You Don't Live Forever and its lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to the brilliant Ben Platt*** Poly!MC Summary: It's MC's anniversary of their relationship with the Lords of the Devildom. They've planned a little something special to share with them; something that will express how much they love the brothers, while also preparing them for a tragic truth. The time had come. After a long night of celebrating your anniversary with the seven sins, it was time for you to finally show them the surprise you had prepared for them. You giggled as you dragged a tired Belphegor into the music room by his hand, the others following closely behind you. Asmodeus made a small noise of disappointment and leaned against the grand piano in the middle of the room. "You know when you said you had a surprise for us, I must admit this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, " you snorted as Satan smacked Asmo on the back of the head. Asmo yelped and held his head as he glared at Satan. "Though I'm sure that whatever this surprise it will be equally as lovely. Geez, let me finish before you ruin my hair!" Mammon came up beside you. "But what is this surprise though? Is it a diamond? Money? Jewelry? That lost treasure that we never found?" You smiled softly at the Avatar of Greed and poked his nose. "It's better than that. Or at least I hope it will be," You sat down at the piano and took some sheet music out of your bag. "I um...I wanted to sing a song for all of you," you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "With our anniversary being today, I've been thinking a lot about us and all the time that's passed and the what the future will hold, and I-I just thought that this song would be the perfect way to express all of that."

Lucifer placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down at you with an awe-filled, adoring expression. "I wasn't aware you could play. I would've loved to play with you sometime." You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "There will be time for that in the future. For now, it's time for your surprise," you hovered your fingers over the keys and hesitated. The song the message shared was important but would be hard for your lovers to hear. You glanced over at them. "J-Just listen, please. Okay?" Beel frowned at the serious look on your face and nodded. He could sense that there was something important about this performance, something almost dire, that clearly frightened you. "Of course." You took in a shaky breath as you began to move your finger across the keys.

"You put all your faith in my dreams. You gave me the world that I wanted. What did I do to deserve you?" Your smooth voice filled the room and wrapped around the hearts of each of the demons. They smiled gently at your words as a warmth filled their chests. In the years that they were fortunate enough to have you in their lives, they had spent every last second doing their best to keep you happy. They would give you the world if you asked for it, and you knew that. "I follow your steps with my feet. I walk on the road that you started. I need you to know that I heard you. Every word." Since coming here, the brothers have shown you a number of things. Lucifer taught you to be more confident and take pride in the things that you've achieved. Mammon taught you that it was okay to be selfish sometimes to do the things that you wanted. Together, you and Leviathan learned that the only opinion that truly matters is your own. Satan taught you that you define your own fate and meaning and that no one can say who you are except you. Asmodeus taught you to appreciate the pleasures in life, no matter how big or small. Beelzebub engrained in you that your body is a temple that you must cherish, look after, and love. And finally, Belphegore taught you that it's alright to take time for yourself. Each of them had impacted you and fundamentally changed the way that you looked at life, and you would never be able to thank them enough for that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me," you swallowed down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat. You had waited too long to tell them this, that much was true. By now they were irreversibly attached to you. Though you were grateful for it and loved them in return, there was something all of you had been avoiding discussing. You took in a shaky breath; you couldn't hold it off anymore. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now," You could hear their breaths get caught in their throats. Lucifer's hand froze on your back, while Belphie quickly sat up from where he was laying on your shoulder. "MC, what are y-you saying? What are you-" Levi's voice stuttered from behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to look at them as you continued, "I love you more than you'll wrap your head around," you finally glanced over at Levi. The otaku's eyes were wide and filled with fear and concern as he scanned you for any missed injuries or signs of illness. At finding none, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. You offered him a reassuring smile before looking back down at the keys. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." Satan's trembling hand gripped onto your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. "MC, my love, that is beautiful. But you can't just say something like that and not expect us to be concerned. Are you alright? Should I be getting a doctor or Barbatos or do I need to take you to a human hospital?" You paused for a moment to turn to your lovers. "I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me, only that I'm human," you watched as they tensed in realization. "Treasure, that's not-" Mammon stepped forward, but you lifted a hand to stop him. "I've been thinking about the passing of time a lot lately, a-a-and I need to say this. Please, just let me finish?" The sound of your voice close to tears had the brothers wanting to do nothing more than wrap you up in their arms and never let you go again. But there was this desperate glint in your eyes, that none of them could deny. Belphie laid his head back down on your shoulder and buried his face into the fabric of your top. "Go ahead, angel. We're listening." You turned your head to lightly kissed his head, whispering a small thank you, before picking back up the song.

The music filled the room once more, but unlike before where it filled your lovers with joy at the thought of such a sentimental gift, a feeling of dread and unease now swirled in their stomachs. "I've carried this song in my mind. Listen it's echoing in me. But I never helped you to hear it." Your mortality was something that had weighed on your thoughts for years now. You never mentioned it for you knew that the brothers would just brush off the subject. They had lost so much already; they didn't even want to begin thinking about the day when you would no longer be with them. But with each passing year, the subject had become more and more crucial, yet you were still too much of a coward to bring such a distressing topic to light. You had hoped the song would lighten the blow, but based on the way Mammon's eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were pressed to his mouth, as though whispering a prayer, it hadn't. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight as you felt your throat tighten. "We, we've only got so much time. I'm pretty sure it would kill me if you didn't know that pieces of me were pieces of you." It was true. You carried the boys with you where ever you went, both literally through your pacts and figuratively through the pieces of their personalities that you have mirrored throughout the years. You often find yourself mimicking Lucifer's eye-brow raise when someone is acting particularly stupid. The sight of food or beautiful clothes causes your heart to thrumb with excitement, just like it does for Beel and Asmo. You have a deeper appreciation for anime and astrology from your many nights with Levi and Belphie. You're more knowledgeable and educated in literature from your countless hours in the library with Satan. You were more conscious with your money after your few attempts of trying to teach Mammon how to budget. You were one with your boys; a beautiful collage of the experiences and times that you had all spent together. You just hoped that they knew that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me." Asmodeus claimed your other side, as one of his hands moved up to delicately wipe a tear from your face. You noticed, with an aching heart, that his cheeks were tearstained as well. Your lip trembled as you opened your mouth to sing the chorus. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now. I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around. In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." At this point, you weren't singing so much as you were sobbing. You could feel your hands tremble heavily as you pushed them to keep playing. The only thing keeping you from breaking down completely was the solid feeling of the brother's touch supporting you as they lent you their strength. You squeezed your eyes shut and played hard on the keys, causing the brothers to jump a little as you began to belt. "I have a hero if ever I need one!" Flashes of the countless times that they had come to your rescue flashed in your mind. Unknown to you, the brothers weren't thinking of them rescuing you at all, but rather how you had saved each and every one of them. "I just look up to you and I see one! I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one," your voice quivered with emotion as you held the falsetto note at the end. You leaned over the keys, suppressed cries falling from your lips as your shoulders shook. Beel placed a hand over top of one of your own and met your gaze. "You don't have to finish this MC. We understand what you're trying to say and we can just end the song here and talk if you want." It was tempting. Honestly, your hands our practically useless with how much they were shaking. But this wasn't just for them anymore. Speaking the words that had been swarming your mind for too many years out loud, although painful, also freed you from a sense of guilt that you weren't even aware that you were carrying. "I-I'd like to finish it. I-If you all don't mind." Belphie's arms came to wrap around your waist and Asmo

pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lucifer's hand on your back moved in comforting circles, while Satan repeated the motion with his thumb on your shoulder. Levi moved closer to lean onto the piano for support. Mammon gave you a tearful smile as Beel lifted his hand off of yours. "Of course. Take your time, honey bun." You took several deep breaths to calm yourself before lightly playing the chords. You met the eyes of your partners and hoped that they could see the utter adoration and passion that was flooding through your veins for them. "In case you don't live forever let me tell you now," you playfully elbowed Belphie and turned your head to kiss Asmo's cheek. "I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around." As the music picked up the tempo once more, you couldn't help but grin even as tears poured down your cheeks. "In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am-" You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, as you allowed yourself to give in to the music and fully feel everything that you had been suppressing. "Woah, Woah, Woah. " As you began to sing the melody again, your eyes snapped open as you heard the brothers harmonize alongside you. Lucifer, Satan and Beel's low voices rang deep like the growl of thunder. Asmodeus and Belphie hit the higher octaves, chiming like bells ringing in the wind. Mammon and Levi sang the original notes with you, remaining strong and pure like waves against a shore. You laughed brightly as a radiant sensation of love blanketed you in warmth and soaked up any traces of fear that lingered. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth." You looked around at the brothers tenderly and softly played the final notes. They all smiled back at you, eyes gleaming with that same sense of passionate affection that you had felt moments earlier. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you came to a realization. No matter how much or little time you had left with each other, you would spend every moment of it at each other's side loving another unconditionally. "As long as I'm here as I am," you rested your head on top of Belphie's and smiled softly, "so are you." *** This was so sweet and sad at the same time and I just LOVED writing it! Oh my goodness, I haven't written a song fic in ages, so this was a little challenging, but I just loved it so much. Thank you @ester-is-here for this beautiful request!*** TAGLIST: @thegrimgrinningghost

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