#Hasan Dim

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Tekirdağ'da Korkunç Kadın Cinayeti: Eşini Döverek Öldürdü

Tekirdağ’ın Süleymanpaşa ilçesinde Hasan Dim isimli şahıs, evde çıkan tartışma sonucu eşi Elif Dim’i döverek öldürdü. Cinayeti oğluna itiraf eden Dim, kayıplara karıştı. Polis, kaçan zanlıyı yakalamak için çalışmalarını sürdürüyor. (Servet Çalışkan Tekirdağ) – Tekirdağ’ın Süleymanpaşa ilçesi Çınarlı Mahallesi’nde, gece saatlerinde meydana gelen olayda, Hasan Dim isimli şahıs, eşi Elif Dim’i…

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the sweater

lilac, chapter fourteen

a/n: okay but this moodboard? I am in love. let this be my everyday one day ♡

summary: “have you talked to her about the wedding yet?”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, kissing, hyper concentration, accidentally skipping meals

word count: 1440

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“So, Emma, did you enjoy seeing your aunt again? She’s mentioned it’s been quite a while since your last visit.”

“Oh yeah, Donna’s always a blast,” the woman on the other side of the counter chuckled as she handed you back the bulky key to the room she’d been staying in. Casting her glance up to the man who slowly made his way down the staircase, carefully making sure none of the luggage he balanced slipped, Emma’s giggle grew, “she loved Hasan.”

“Oh,” you chuckled, following her eye line as the aforementioned man conquered the last of the steps, “I bet she did.”

Settling the bags down on the floor by his partner’s feet, Hasan raised a dark eyebrow, “are you guys talking about me?”

“Huh? No, of course not, honey,” Emma hooked her arm with his.

“Alrighty then,” he then rested a palm atop Emma’s arm and asked, “uhm, have you talked to her about the wedding yet?”

Redirecting her gaze back onto you, “uh, no, not yet,” Emma then shifted her hand down to interlace with Hasan’s, “so, Y/n, as I’ve already told you, Hasan and I are engaged, but in actuality, this trip was less to visit my aunt and more for wedding planning purposes. You see, I’ve always loved this place, and ever since I was little and first came here, I’ve had this dream of getting married here at the inn.”

“Oh,” your brows rose, “really?”

“It’s just so beautiful and charming and I know that this isn’t usually something this place offers to facilitate, but it would really, truly mean the world to me if you’d say yes.”

The gentle knock that echoed at the door to the vacant room you’d settled in rattled you from your frantic concentration. 

Spine still curved at a tense arch to gaze down at the laptop in your lap, you murmured, “yeah?” not raising your eyes as you continued to type.

“Hey,” the deep timbre that filled the room swayed your gaze to lift, “your dad said I might find you cooped up here.” 

In the dim light that streamed in from the hallway, illuminating slightly the room which you’d completely forgotten to light after the sun had gone down, there stood Frank, leaning against the doorway and clad in a tweedy grey woollen sweater, the vision of which bloomed a warm sensation deep within your chest that seemed to thaw at some of the tension that had accumulated since this morning. Tears nearly formed in the corners of your eyes at the sudden shift and the comfort you hadn’t seen coming. 

“Frank,” but tagging along, as soon as you layed your eyes upon him, came a realisation that stabbed you in the gut, “oh, shit, I was supposed to meet you at the cabin today. I’m sorry, time just–,” a tense exhale flowed from your lips as your form threatened to just tumble over into a laying position as you sat curled up on the bed, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” switching on the ceiling light, he closed the door, which had the swirly label that read the moon room on it, behind him before stepping closer, “you alright? You haven’t answered your phone all day.”

Fishing your mobile out of your pocket, the furrow to your brow deepened as you saw the two missed calls and handful of texts, “I’m really sorry, I’ve had it on silent.”

Feeling his wide palm come down upon your tense shoulder in a soothing rub, you heard him say, “it’s alright, you just worried me a second,” his soothing caress lowered a bit to sweep up and down your upper arm, “what’s going on, huh? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I–… no, actually not really… I’m–… I don’t know… ” 

“What happened?”

“Nothing, I just–…” exhaling lowly, you let your eyes fall shut a moment as you uttered, “I agreed to host a wedding here at the inn.” 

“Ah…” he breathed and you felt the mattress dip as he shifted to sit beside you, his palm still warm on your shoulder. 

“It’s great for business and amazing money, I mean, I might be able to hire some more help with money like that, but I think I might have said yes a bit too quickly and now the reality is kinda catching up to me… it’s just tricky. I wanna do this. I know the couple, the bride is kind of a childhood friend of mine, I really wanna do this for her and also just in general be able to do this… but I think Preston might have kind of ruined the whole wedding thing as a concept for me. Not that it was something that I idealised before, I don’t think I ever really thought about it before he was forcing a ring on my finger… so, it’s just complicated…” lifting your gaze to meet his, you added sarcastically, “and also I only have like three weeks to string everything together, so that’s just wonderful.”

“You wanna get out of it?”

Taking a long moment to truly ponder it, you eventually heard yourself uttering, “no,” your head lightly shaking from side to side as you said, “no, I wanna do this, even if it’s not easy, I wanna be able to do it. I can accept it if he’s completely ruined it for me, that’s fine, I don’t need to ever get married, but I don’t wanna let him ruin it for everyone else. I wanna be able to at least participate, celebrate when someone I care about does it… I don’t know if that’s just extremely stubborn of me, not wanting him to ruin yet another thing for me, but I at least wanna fight for it. Wanna try to reclaim just that little bit…” 

“You want me to be there with you?”

“What, on the wedding day?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded softly, his eyes ever focused upon you, “could that help?”

“Oh, Frank…” a gentle sigh slipped out past your lips as your head tilted slightly, “that’s incredibly kind of you to offer, but I’d imagine that weddings properly aren’t your favourite place either?” 

“Don’t think about me,” he urged as he averted his gaze. 

“But I am though,” your chilly palm slipped over the top of his thigh as you dipped your head to catch his gaze, “I am,” rubbing your thumb over the rough denim, you soon suggested, “how about this, what if whenever it gets to me, I can just turn to you and you’ll help distract me?” 

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” his head offered the faintest of nods as the hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his lip. As his other hand lowered to envelop yours, he briefly glanced down at it before shifting his hold to swaddle your icicles-like fingers, “are you cold?”

“Uh, yeah. I was gonna get up and go find a sweater or something earlier, but then I got too caught up in something,” you waved a hand in the direction of the long list that was glaring at you on the laptop’s screen, “and kinda just forgot.”

Without a second thought, you watched as he reached behind his head and tugged off the grey knit that enveloped his physique.

“Oh, I didn’t mean–”

“I know,” he gathered up the jumper in his grasp and lifted it for you to be able to slip into with more ease, “here.”

“Well, aren’t you gonna get cold now?”

“Nope.”

Sighing softly, you raised your arms up and let him tug it down over your frame.

“Why are you so wonderful?”

Huffing out a sceptical breath, he only countered, “why are you?”

After your arms had slipped through the long sleeves and into place, your fingers snatched up the fabric of the dark t-shirt that the sweater had revealed and tugged him closer. 

Pressing a gentle and unhurried peck to his lips, you lingered there a moment after, your nose ghosting softly against his robust one as he then uttered into the narrow space between you. 

“You wanna know what I think?” you felt his palms slowly slide up and down the sides of your frame. 

“What?”

“I think you’ve been working very hard all day long, and now it’s time to turn that computer off and come down with me and see if we can find some of what your dad made for dinner earlier.”

With a soft nod to your head, finally letting yourself notice the nauseating hunger aching deep within your belly, you felt a smile begin to bloom, “alright.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[slut4calum]

Jealous Hasan

Y/N and Hasan found themselves in the vibrant heart of the city, at a bar pulsating with the rhythm of music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The atmosphere was electric, with dim lighting casting a warm, intimate glow on the diverse crowd.

In their cozy corner, Hasan couldn't escape the magnetic pull of Y/N's presence, her self-assured nature drawing admiring glances from other patrons. As the night unfolded, a charismatic guy approached Y/N, the air thick with the promise of excitement.

"Hey there, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?" the stranger asked, a bold smile on his face.

Y/N, maintaining her poise, politely declined. "Thank you, but I'm here with someone," she gestured towards Hasan, who nodded in acknowledgment.

The charismatic guy, undeterred, persisted. "Come on, just one drink. I can show you a good time."

Hasan felt a surge of jealousy, his jaw clenching tightly. "She said no, man. Move on," he retorted, the edge in his voice carrying a clear warning.

As the charismatic guy retreated, Hasan's frustration intensified. "Why can't people just take a hint?" he muttered, his tone gruffer than before.

Back home, the tension that had been building at the bar erupted into a heated argument.

"Hasan, I handled it. Why do you have to get so damn angry?" Y/N demanded, her patience wearing thin.

"I can't stand it when guys act like they can't take no for an answer. It makes my blood boil," Hasan snapped, his frustration bubbling into anger.

Y/N, defensive and defiant, shot back, "I don't need you getting all possessive. I can handle myself."

The argument escalated, the air crackling with the intensity of their conflicting emotions. Hasan, struggling to control his anger, raised his voice. "I just want you to be safe, Y/N. Is that too much to ask?"

Y/N, feeling cornered, retorted, "I don't need you telling me what's safe. Back off!"

“Back off? You’re MY girlfriend. Obviously I’m going to get upset when other guys are hitting on you!” Hasan yelled.

“You say that like I’m your fucking property Hasan, you don’t own me!” Y/N yelled.

Hasan’s eyes darkened as he got closer to Y/N, backing her against the wall. “Maybe I don’t own you, but you sure as hell belong to me,” Hasan said, placing his hand around her throat pressing a rough kiss to her lips.

“You liked the attention from that other guy didn’t you?” Hasan said through gritted teeth. Before Y/N could respond Hasan said, “ I know you did, you little slut, that’s okay though, you’re gonna remember who you belong to tonight.”

After pushing her into the bedroom,Hasan ripped Y/N’s shirt off, exposing her chest. His hands trailing down her body, caressing her curves and squeezing her ass. Hasan picked Y/N up and threw her onto the bed, pinning her arms to the bed. Y/N let out a gasp as Hasan began to grind his hips against hers, his hardness pressing against her softness. Hasan’s hands were all over her body, exploring every inch of her. He bit her neck, sucking and licking her sensitive skin, making her moan. Hasan pulled away, and looked down at Y/N, with a smirk on his face. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them up, pinning them above her head. Y/N was helpless, and he knew it. His hands moved slowly down her body, his rough fingers tracing her curves and exploring her body. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers in, pushing her deeper into the mattress as he moved against her. He took his belt using it to secure her hands to the headboard freeing up the hand that was used before. He took off her boots before making his way back to her hips. He slowly traced his hand from her hips down her thigh then back up her inner thigh under her skirt before stopping at her crotch, he rubbed rough circles on her barely clothed pussy causing Y/N to let out whimpers. Hasan felt how wet Y/N was and smirked to himself pulling his hand away, noticing that his palm glistened he ripped Y/N's skirt down her legs leaving her in only a bra and her fishnet stockings. “You fucking whore, you didn’t wear panties out tonight? You really were looking for attention weren't you?” He seethed. “No sir, I wasn’t, I wanted to surprise you when we got home,” Y/N replied. “Awh how sweet, the little slut wanted to surprise me, that doesn’t change the fact that I am going to punish you,” He grinned, flipping Y/N over and yanking her lower half into his lap. “Count for me baby,” Hasan said before delivering a hard smack to Y/N's ass.

“One,” she yelped. The next smack came down even harder.

“Two,” she said with a slight moan leaving her mouth.

“Oh, you like when I hurt you, guess this punishment is going to take longer than expected,” he said, delivering each smack harder than the last until Y/N was in tears.

“Thirty-two,” Y/N sobbed.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for now,” He said, rubbing her crimson red ass.

“I guess you deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well,” he said, ripping open her fishnets and roughly shoving a finger into her, setting a fast pace. Y/N let out a loud moan, Hasan leaned down into her ear, “If you make a sound, I won’t let you cum, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Y/N said breathlessly. Hasan’s fingers continued to roughly thrust in and out of Y/N, her orgasm building as he wrecked her with just his fingers. “You better ask for permission to come,” Hasan said. Y/N could feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming, “Can I please cum Sir, please please please?”

“Yes you can,” Hasan said, Y/N’s orgasm washed over her, loud moans falling from her mouth. Hasan’s fingers didn’t stop though, Y/N’s moans just kept growing louder as he overstimulated her. Hasan rubbed her clit as he fingered her,Y/N could feel her second orgasm quickly approaching,”Sir, Can I please cum again?”

“Cum for me baby,” Hasan said, Y/N’s orgasm washing over her, more loud moans and whimpers falling from her mouth. Hasan slowed down his fingers relishing in the noises falling from her mouth before pulling them out.

He stood up, removing all of his clothing before pulling Y/N into a passionate kiss. He laid her back on the bed, “Face down, ass up,” he commanded and she obliged. He positioned himself behind her rubbing his cock up and down her slit collecting her wetness with his tip.

He aligned his tip with her hole pausing to ask, “Can I use you baby?”

“Yes, please, please just fuck me sir,” Y/N begged. Hasan roughly pushed into her, her pussy dripping making it easy for him to slide in, giving her no time to adjust to he set a fast and rough pace.

“Fuck, I love using this pussy, so fucking tight, who does this pussy belong to?” Hasan asked

“You Sir, it belongs to you,” Y/N moaned.

He increased the speed, pounding her harder and harder, his balls slapping against her pussy. “That’s right, this pussy belongs to me,” Hasan said, gripping her hips and pushing her deeper onto him. Y/N’s body was on fire, as Hasan’s thrusts became more intense. He drove into her harder and harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He grabbed her hair, tugging it back as he thrust deeper and deeper, his cock filling her completely. He smacked her ass hard, leaving a slight sting as he continued to ravage her body. Hasan pounded into her harder and faster, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer. His thrusts were relentless and she felt her orgasm building. Hasan knew this and reached around letting one of his fingers trace circles around her clit.

“Come for me,” he commanded and she obeyed, screaming his name as her orgasm crashed through her. Hasan followed soon after, his cock pulsed inside her, his cum spilling out of her as he kept pounding away. He pulled out of her, letting her collapse onto the bed, her body still trembling from the orgasm. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his breathing still heavy. Hasan then trailed his hands over her body, his touch still rough as he explored every inch of her. He flipped her over onto her back, his eyes filled with lust, and she knew he was ready to go again.

“Please, Sir,” she begged, her voice already hoarse from her screaming earlier. He smiled and leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss as he pushed himself back inside her. He started off slow, teasing her with long, slow strokes, but as her breathing increased and her moans got louder, he began to pick up the pace. He pushed himself deeper and deeper, the sensation overwhelming Y/N as she clung to him.

“You like that, don't you?” Hasan asked, his words dripping with desire. Y/N could only nod in response, her body too busy to form words. Hasan took her response as a cue to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. He started to add in rough slaps to her ass and breasts as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her.

“You're mine,” he growled, his voice filled with dominance. Y/N could only moan in response, her body shaking as her orgasm built up inside her. She screamed his name as she came, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. Hasan followed soon after, his body shuddering as he released inside her. He rolled off of her, both of them exhausted from their lovemaking. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. Y/N lay there, her body still shaking from the intensity of the experience. Hasan looked her in the eye, his voice soft and gentle.

“You’ll never forget who you belong to, will you?” He said as he traced his finger down her face. Y/N smiled, her eyes still filled with pleasure, and shook her head.

“No, I won’t.” They lay there for a few moments, both of them basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking before drifting off to sleep.

[the-phantom-author]

Hasan Piker | Nurse S/O

These are shorter than i would have liked but they are here, shout out the both the nurse and Med student reading these!

Reblogs always welcomed, Request Open!

Hasan is very attentive to you, like more than he would normally be. You both work a lot and while he’s super proud of the both of you, he does miss being able to have you around. Especially if you work night shifts, which is when he would normally spend time with you.

So the time that he does get with you are very 🥰🥰🥰. Totally pampers you when you get home from work, it honestly becomes one of his top priorities, making you as comfortable and relaxed as possible after you get home from work. It's not just back rubs, he'll make sure that there's something warm for you to eat, and while you do that he'll run you a warm bath if you want one.

He'd even switch all the lights in the house to the kind that you can dim, to make sure that you don't have a headache. I hate how bright hospital lights are, they always give me the worst migraine, I can't imagine working there.

He tries to plan his streams around your work hours, this obviously doesn’t work when you work night shifts, but he’ll start to stream earlier if you work in the morning or later if your shirt starts in the afternoon.

Is the type to ask you your opinion on weird things going on with his body, man does not go to the doctors for anything. An odd rash on his side? He’s asking you to check it out. His ears being wonky? He’s going to you. And honestly unless you say it's really very bad or you schedule the appointment, he’s not going to get it checked out officially.

As said before there are times where he can’t stream around your work schedule, and during those times you are more than welcomed to join him. Sometimes it’s just the regular reacts that you're there for, jcs, jaubrey, and the likes. When you’re up for it, he’ll have you tale about your experience working in healthcare and any news related to that , so chat can have a more “normal real person” perspective on it.

[lovable-liar]

i would die for any and all hasan x autistic reader fluff

𝗛𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻 + 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

He’s so patient with you!

If you’re nonverbal, he will absolutely learn sign language if you use that to communicate.

If you use an app to speak, he’ll wait so patiently for you to finish typing or finding a certain word!

He’s always willing to change the environment to suit your needs.

He switches *all* of his light bulbs with ones that you can dim just in case you get overwhelmed by bright lights.

He sound proofs his office so you don’t have to hear him yelling at chat 24/7

Buys you the best noise-canceling headphones on the market for your birthday (will absolutely give them to you early if you’re having a particularly bad day)

Loves to bond over shared interests and he will always be there to listen to you info dump about your special interest(s)

He buys things that relate to your special interest(s) for you because he loves to see the joy they bring you (whether it be a face splitting smile in the moment or watching you quietly assemble/use/add to your collection later on)

Watching your comfort shows with him <3

He doesn’t love the idea of having you on stream where anything could go wrong (he more so lets you on the podcast. Will, QT, and Austin love having you there and are also very patient with you.) but when you do make appearances on stream, he tells chat to be on their best behavior (most days he might even go so far as to mute chat.)

If you find it hard to express your affection, he pretty much deals with however it manifests itself. Whether it’s biting him, screeching at him, random gifts that others might see as useless, air kisses, randomly giving him one of your fidget toys or a piece of art you made! He loves how you express your emotions because it just feels so *right.*

If you’re brutally honest without knowing, he fully backs you up and supports you even if it’s a joke. Your food tastes bad and you say something about it? He’s beckoning the waiter back to get you something else. You insult a conservative without realizing? He’s pissing himself laughing and wholeheartedly agreeing with you. You feel a bad texture and start going about fixing it? He’s giving a stink eye to the thing whilst also making a mental note to avoid it in the future.

Sharing a playlist with him! (I saw a tiktok a while ago where these two people had a private, linked spotify session while going about their day and I feel like that’s what you guys would do! Vibing out in the Walmart Halloween section, dancing around while waiting in line somewhere, air-guitaring together in random places in public.)

Shared growth! Hasan learns more about autism and becomes a stronger advocate for understanding and inclusion, while you gain more confidence and better social skills from your interactions.

Buys a lot of sensory stuff for you too!

Probably gets a sensory swing for you and then finds himself using it a lot as well. 

ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛꜱ:

Space - Hasan will sit through, listen to and take notes while watching hundreds of hours of documentaries about space just so he can engage in conversation with you about it. He’s a true ally and likes to let you list off all of the statistics and super cool facts as to not take your thunder (the absolutely soul crushing feeling that is talking about your special interest to someone and they know more than you <<<< anything else)

Animals - When he was thinking of getting a new dog, he immediately consulted you. Knowing that you would deduct which breed would be perfect for his routine and lifestyle, he put all of his faith in you to choose the right one. He, to this day, thanks the universe that he asked you first as Kaya is the *perfect* dog for him all thanks to your input and guidance. Hasan is always down to go bird watching with you, stops walking to let you catch up to him while you take a picture of an insect you find cool, taking you to the zoo! (More on the zoo: He takes so many pics at the zoo. If you guys get to meet some of the animals, he’ll take pics/vids of you holding them, he takes videos of you in the aquarium tunnel, if you want he will absolutely dress up like a safari guide with you. Loves watching you whistle to the birds, roaring back at the big cats, touching the sting rays, feeding the penguins, etc.)

Science/History - Museum dates! He’ll let you drag him around the museum, explaining all of the exhibits that you already know everything about. Who needs a tour guide when he has you! Makes sure you’re well fed and hydrated while you run around the museum. He buys you those amazon science kits for your birthday and will either help you do it or supervise, allowing for you to explain every element of the reaction. Buys you authentic vintage science posters/books/paraphernalia!

(If you’d like to see more special interest headcannons or a specific special interest, please send a request!)

[smutsterprocrastiwriter]

nutember pieces

day 3. choking.

karl jacobs and sapnap.

Sapnap's fingers were heavy on the mouse and the keyboard for minutes throughout his fixation in Valorant. Karl just entered his room to check himself on the mirror, wearing a blue sweater and black pants and the usual golden chain on his neck.

He said earlier that he's hanging out with Foolish for a cat cafe date, and it only fuels the jealousy steam Sapnap has been blowing off to the game for a while now. He's been envying all the boys Karl kissed ever since he accidentally saw him recently making out with Hasan in a restroom stall. Maybe Karl hasn't kissed him yet because he instead expects for Sapnap to make a move. Assumptions aside, he won't wait for an answer to that—especially not today.

"Alright, I'mma head out now," Karl says before walking towards the doorway. In a matter of seconds, Sapnap pauses the game and appears standing on the doorway front of Karl, grabbing the knob behind to shut the door before hooking its lock, all in a dead serious expression looking at Karl's look of light surprise.

"You're not going anywhere." Sapnap says, voice low and firm.

"H-Huh? Why not?"

Sapnap takes a step closer.

"If you wanna get to Foolish, you have to kiss me first."

Karl huffs, stifling a laugh. "You just couldn't wait for your turn, can you?"

"Excuse me?" Sapnap then grabs his neck, making him gasp as his body immediately heat up. "You can kiss any man you want, but why won't you kiss me? I've been waiting enough that this is my last straw, so why won't you?"

Karl's breathing weighs from the casual grip, and the darkening gaze over Sapnap's eyes. "Why wouldn't I? Well..."

Karl is afraid to actually kiss him. Not because he assumes that Sapnap is a bad kisser, but he couldn't really speak out the reason—it's embarrassing him, but he won't tell it to him any time sooner.

Unless...

He deeply sighs. "I honestly can't tell you."

"What can't you tell me then?" Sapnap goes closer—lips dangerously close to each other, fingers digging deeper onto Karl's neck. "Are you afraid to know you can't get enough of me once I get to kiss those pretty little lips of yours?"

Karl opens his mouth but the words are fogged by the tightness of his grip that awakens the throbbing heat inside his pants. He wouldn't mind this man kiss him right now, let alone pound him against the door.

"You're just not my boyfriend." He blurts out. Upon realization, he cusses at himself for the wrong response, hoping the dimness of the corner they're in is enough to cover the pinkness of his cheeks.

Silence fills the room until Sapnap chuckles, shaking his head and smiling at him. Then he moves to the side, to the boy's ear.

"Then I'll be your boyfriend right fucking now." Sapnap whispers before moving Karl out and pull him back for a hard kiss.

For the first time, Karl has felt an ironically drug-like high at every clash of his lips against the other. They brush each other's lips in soft paces yet it feels so alive and electrifying. It's just as fucking addicting.

This is what Karl fears. This is why he never kissed him.

Because once he tastes those lips, he knows he won't be coming back for any other. Because for so long, he craved for nothing other than Sapnap's beautiful, plump lips.

And now, he finally tasted them.

Karl moans between the kisses.

"What about Foolish?" he mumbles.

"He can go date himself," Sapnap responds before engulfing his lips again. "I'm gonna have you just for me tonight."

[drrutherford]

LOCATION — Hospital, Haringey Territory. DATE — Late February 2023. STARTER —  Closed for @hasan-demir​​

Having worked so long at St. Catherine’s Hospital, he’s forgotten the universal rule of designing such establishments — that is, the fact they’re all built like mazes.

He’s standing just outside the elevator, studying an internal map of the hospital in dim hope of locating Ayaz’s room, when he hears the voice belonging to a different Turkish man a few feet behind him. ‘Are you lost?’

Gideon turns on his heel, feeling like a kid with his hand stuck in the cookie jar.

“ — Ah, hello Hasan.” It’s not that he wasn’t hoping to see Ayda’s brother again after their first run-in, but that he would’ve preferred not to encounter him en-route to see a Turk who’s inspired no shortage of resentment in Haringey. So rather than answer, he returns the question with a question of his own.

“What happened to your hand?” It’s force of habit to notice such things. After all, he’s spent more than enough time in theatre trying to salvage nerve-damaged limbs. 

[hasanoudp]

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Setting the Scene:

To create a luxurious ambiance with Arabian Oud Bakhoor, start by setting the scene. Choose a room that exudes warmth and comfort, such as a living room or study. 

Consider using rich fabrics like velvet or silk for the furniture and upholstery. Add some decorative elements like intricately patterned rugs, ornate mirrors, and antique furnishings to create a sense of opulence.

The Art of Bakhoor

Bakhoor is a traditional Arabian method of burning incense that involves placing fragrant woods or resins on hot coals. The heat releases the fragrance, which is then wafted through the air to create a sensual and intoxicating aroma. 

To create a luxurious ambiance with Arabian Oud Bakhoor, you will need to choose the right bakhoor for your space. Look for high-quality oud bakhoor that is made from natural ingredients and has been carefully crafted to release a rich, complex fragrance.

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Tips for Burning Bakhoor:

When burning bakhoor, it's essential to follow some basic guidelines to ensure that you get the most out of your fragrant experience. Here are a few tips to keep in mind:

Choose the right burner: Look for a burner that is specifically designed for bakhoor. These burners typically have a small opening at the top where you can place the bakhoor.

Use high-quality coals: Coals that are specifically designed for burning bakhoor are usually made from natural ingredients like charcoal or wood. They burn slowly and consistently, releasing a steady stream of fragrance.

Monitor the temperature: Keep an eye on the temperature of your burner to ensure that it doesn't get too hot. You want the heat to be gentle enough to release the fragrance from the bakhoor without burning it.

Experiment with different scents: Arabian Oud Bakhoor comes in a wide range of scents, from sweet and floral to woody and resinous. Experiment with different scents to find the one that you love the most.

Adding Finishing Touches

Once you have set up your bakhoor burner and chosen your fragrance, it's time to add some finishing touches to your luxurious ambiance. Here are a few ideas:

Dim the lights: A dimly lit room can create a cozy and intimate atmosphere that is perfect for relaxing with friends or enjoying some quiet time.

Add some soft music: Play some soft music in the background to create a soothing and calming atmosphere.

Offer refreshments: Serve some refreshing drinks or snacks to your guests to enhance their experience.

Use candles or essential oils: Add some candles or essential oils to your space to create a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Find Luxury  With Arabian Oud Bakhoor: 

Creating a luxurious ambiance with Arabian Oud Bakhoor from hasan oud is an art that requires attention to detail and a deep understanding of the cultural significance of this ancient fragrance.

By following these tips and guidelines, you can create a space that is both beautiful and fragrant, perfect for relaxing and entertaining. 

Additional Tips

Here are some additional tips for creating a luxurious ambiance with Arabian Oud Bakhoor:

Use aromatherapy: Incorporate aromatherapy into your space by using essential oils or scented candles in addition to your bakhoor.

Add some greenery: Greenery like plants or trees can add some natural beauty to your space while also purifying the air.

Create a focal point: Create a focal point in your room by placing your bakhoor burner on a decorative table or mantle.

Experiment with different scents: Don't be afraid to experiment with different scents and blends to find what works best for you.

By following these tips and guidelines, you can create a luxurious ambiance with Arabian Oud Bakhoor that is sure to impress your guests and enhance your own relaxation experience.

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KGK diplomasi trafiğine hız verdi

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KGK diplomasi trafiğine hız verdi

Küresel Gazeteciler Konseyi (KGK) medya alanında uluslararası iş birliği ve kamu diplomasisine destek faaliyetleri kapsamında Ankara ve İstanbul’da yabancı misyon temsilcileriyle temaslarını sürdürdü. Ayrıca, İran’a taziye, Slovakya’ya geçmiş olsun ziyareti yaptı.

ANKARA (İGFA) -Daha önce NATOPA Türk Delegasyonu Başkanı Mevlüt Çavuşoğlu ile Lübnan, El Salvador, Karadağ, Hindistan ve İran’ın Ankara’daki büyükelçiliklerine ziyaretler gerçekleştiren KGK heyeti, daha sonra uluslararası temas trafiğini İran’a taziye ve Slovakya’ya geçmiş olsun ziyaretlerinin yanısıra, Sırbistan ve Kosta Rika ile devam ettirdi.

Helikopter kazası sonucunda Cumhurbaşkanı İbrahim Reisi, Dışişleri Bakanı Hüseyin Emir Abdullahiyan, Tebriz Cuma İmamı Muhammed Ali Al-i Haşim ve Doğu Azerbaycan Valisi Malik Rahmeti ile beraberindekilerin yaşamlarını yitirmesi nedeniyle İran İslam Cumhuriyeti’nin Ankara Büyükelçiliği’ne ziyarette bulunan KGK heyeti, Büyükelçi Muhammed Hasan Habibullahzade’ye taziyelerini sözlü olarak iletti. Küresel Gazeteciler Konseyi (KGK) Mali Başkan Yardımcısı Yakup Aslan, KGK Yaygın Medya Meclisi Başkan vekili Ünsal Karabulut ve KGK Danışma Kurulu Üyesi Dr. İmbat Muğlu’dan oluşan heyetin ziyaretinde açılan taziye defteri konsey adına Yakup Aslan tarafından imzalandı. Heyet ardından Büyükelçi Habibullahzade ile görüşerek KGK ailesi adına başsağlığı ve dayanışma duygularını iletti.

Küresel Gazeteciler Konseyi’nin ziyaretinden dolayı teşekkür eden Büyükelçi Habibullahzade, “Başta inanç ve geçmişimiz olmak üzere ortak değerlere sahip olduğumuz Türk Milleti’nin kazanın ilk dakikaları itibarı ile acımızı paylaşması ve yüreklerinin bizimle çarptığını iletmeleri bizlerin acılarını hafifletti. Konseyiniz aracılığı ile dost ve kardeş Türk milletine teşekkürlerimizi iletiyoruz” dedi. Heyet adına söz alan Yakup Aslan, “Küresel Gazeteciler Konseyi adına, İran Devleti ve Milletine en derin taziye ve dayanışma duygularımızı sunuyoruz.” dedi. İran halkının geçmişten günümüze birçok acıyı sırtladığını vurgulayan Aslan, “Merhum Cumhurbaşkanı Reisi, göreve geldiği ilk gün ‘Önceliğim komşu ülkelerle ileri derecede işbirliği’ demiş ve en son Türkiye ziyaretinde Sayın Cumhurbaşkanımız Erdoğan ile birlikte aynı kararlılığı ifade etmişti” dedi.

SLOVAKYA’YA GEÇMİŞ OLSUN

Geçtiğimiz günlerde Slovakya Başbakanı Robert Fico’ya yönelik suikast girişiminin ardından KGK Genel Başkanı Mehmet Ali Dim ve KGK Yaygın Medya Meclisi Başkan Yardımcısı Dr. Esra Öztürk, Slovakya’nın Ankara Büyükelçisi Ján Pšenica’yı ziyaret ederek Slovak halkına geçmiş olsun dileklerini ilettiler. Başbakan Fico’nun son durumu hakkında bilgi veren Büyükelçi Pšenica, ziyaret için KGK Ailesine teşekkür etti ve önümüzdeki dönemde KGK’nın Slovakya’da bulunan medya örgütleri ile irtibat halinde olmasından memnuniyet duyacağını belirtti.

SIRBİSTAN ZİYARETİ

Sırbistan’ın halen boş bulunan Ankara Büyükelçiliği’ne vekâlet eden Maslahatgüzar Zoran Jovanović KGK heyetini kabul etti. Görüşmede Türkiye – Sırbistan Medya Forumu düzenlenmesiyle ilgili istişareler gerçekleştirilirken Jovanović, Sırbistan’ın yeni Ankara Büyükelçisinin Haziran’ın sonunda göreve başlayacağını bildirdi. Jovanović ayrıca KGK heyetine Sırbistan Büyükelçiliğini gezdirerek Mustafa Kemal Atatürk’ün hediye ettiği halılar ve saatli dolabı göstererek iki ülkenin tarihten bu yana gelişen dostluğuna dikkat çekti.

KOSTA RİKA ZİYARETİ

KGK heyetinin Ankara’daki bir başka durağı Latin Amerika ülkeleri arasında çevre ve okyanusların korunması alanlarındaki öncü rolüyle öne çıkan Kosta Rika Büyükelçiliği oldu. Büyükelçi Gustavo Campos Fallas tarafından kabul edilen heyet, KGK’nın 2025’te Kolombiya’da gerçekleştirmeyi planladığı 1’inci Küresel Medya Kongresi hakkında bilgi verdi. Mesafeden dolayı iki ülkenin birbirini doğru tanımasıyla ilgili medya mensuplarına çok iş düştüğünü belirten Büyükelçi Fallas, halen 74 ülkede temsilcisi olan KGK’nın Kosta Rika’da temsilci atamasından da memnuniyet duyacağını iletti.

KARADAĞ RESEPSİYONU

Karadağ ile Türkiye’nin diplomatik ilişkilerinin 145’inci yıldönümü onuruna İstanbul’da Sakıp Sabancı Müzesi’nde düzenlenen resepsiyonda ise konseyi Genel Başkan Yardımcısı Kahraman Halisçelik ve Yaygın Medya Başkan Yardımcısı Dr. Esra Öztürk temsil etti. Törende konuşan Karadağ Büyükelçisi Periša Kastratović, Osmanlı döneminde başlayan ilişkilerden övgüyle bahsederek bir buçuk asra yaklaşan iki ülke ilişkilerinin dostluk temelinde daha da ilerleyeceğine inandığını ifade etti.

BAŞKONSOLOSLARLA GÖRÜŞME

KGK heyeti, resepsiyon esnasında Hırvatistan Başkonsolosu Dr. Ivana Zerec ve Bosna-Hersek Başkonsolosu Dragan Mihaljevic ile de sıcak bir sohbet gerçekleştirdi. KGK heyeti, ayrıca resepsiyonda Kosova Cumhuriyeti Başkonsolosu Sucan Novoberdaliu, İsveç Başkonsolosu Johanna Strömquist, ABD Başkonsolos Yardımcısı Fleur Cowan, Japonya Başkonsolos Yardımcısı Mitsuhiro Toyama ve Ukrayna Konsolosu Andrii Boiko’ya konseyin faaliyetleri hakkında bilgi verdi.

DİM: DİYALOG KÖPRÜLERİ KURUYORUZ

KGK heyetinin gerçekleştirdiği bu ziyaretler hakkında bilgi veren KGK Genel Başkanı Dim, “Bu tür temaslar küresel gazetecilik standartlarının yükseltilmesi, farklı ülkeler arasında medya ve iletişim sektörlerinde iş birliği ve diyalog köprülerinin kurulması, uluslararası anlayış ve iş birliğinin geliştirilmesine katkıda bulunurken, aynı zamanda küresel çapta medyanın rolü ve önemi hakkında daha derin bir anlayış geliştirilmesini amaçlıyor. Konsey üyeleri, ziyaret ettikleri ülkelerde gazetecilik eğitimi ve medya kapasitesinin geliştirilmesine yönelik atölye çalışmaları, seminerler ve eğitim programları ile ortak çalıştaylar düzenleyerek hem medya iş birliğini geliştirmeyi amaçlıyor hem de yumuşak gücün önemli bir ayağı olan medya diplomasisi alanında karşılıklı olarak olumlu çıktılar kazanmayı hedefliyorlar. Diplomatik misyon ziyaretlerimiz de uluslararası alanda medya iş birliklerinin güçlendirilmesi ve ülkeler arasında köprüler kurulması açısından büyük önem taşıyor. Bu ziyaretler, farklı kültürler ve medya yapıları arasında diyalog ve anlayışın artırılmasına yönelik önemli adımlar olarak görülüyor” diye konuştu.

BU Haber İGF HABER AJANSI tarafından servis edilmiştir.

[piacemia]

it comes, it goes, i stay

Dear me,

Happy new year! wow, look at all you've accomplished. look at all the love in your life, the abundance of it all.

jan: k and otto moved in after their ceiling needed to be replaced feb: trip to joshua tree and got covid, missed k's birthday march: celebrated k's birthday, said the L word, went to london and scotland! saw issy! april: babysat small dog, had friends over for paint night! watched coachella w/k, watched hasan! played in a softball league. went out w/ casey and amie may: went to mxmtoon w/ melanie and hayley. calvin and melanie hung with us for memorial day june: wedding in boston! london and italy with family! july: san diego! babysitting ollie with a donut head and bopping over to LA for a day august: babysitting the kids for a weekend september: wedding in jersey! vacation in NY and nashville! october: minions car decorating, also fixing the car. more ollie babysitting. celebrating julia's engineering test at campfire. watched a SD waves game! halloween party @ amie's november: lake arrowhead w/ jmac. home for thanksgiving december: even more babysitting ollie. cooking baking. ironside for my birthday. home, and finally to minneapolis because of course

dogs, friends, travel, love, family. i'm not sure what else i could ask for. of course your biggest foe is still around. it's officially been 5 years of it. this year has been so full to the brim of living and doing, and i am so proud of how much life there was to be had.

i hope that in the new year we can center in on what plagues us. i hope we can learn those healthy habits we so desperately want because we have done so well at building this life. i hope that we get more clarity and feel less trapped because right now, we really do feel trapped in our 9-5 life. and that's ok. i hope we can get some distance between our sense of self, how we see our own worth, and our work. we are still working on that perspective.

there has been so much joy. there has been so much self doubt. and yet i am still here. and yet i am still a person who brings light into others' lives. i want to do that and feel less of the dimming from others' expectations. i hope i can.

happy new year, i love you. you bring so much into the world.

[goceciblog]

Süleymanpaşa'da Kıskançlık Cinayeti: Eşi Hasan Dim’i Başka Kadınla Mesajlaşırken Yakalayan Elif Dim, Darp Edilerek Öldürüldü

Tekirdağ’ın Süleymanpaşa ilçesinde, Hasan Dim’in başka bir kadınla mesajlaştığını fark eden eşi Elif Dim, yaşanan kavga sonucu darp edilerek öldürüldü. Hasan Dim, jandarma ekiplerince yakalanarak tutuklandı. Tekirdağ’ın Süleymanpaşa ilçesinde, Elif Dim’in kocasını başka bir kadınla mesajlaşırken yakalaması, ölümcül bir kavganın fitilini ateşledi. İddiaya göre, kıskançlık nedeniyle çıkan tartışma…

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Kodim 1619/Tabanan Gelar Acara Pindah Satuan dan Pelepasan Purna Tugas Anggota

Kodim 1619/Tabanan Gelar Acara Pindah Satuan dan Pelepasan Purna Tugas Anggota

   Tabanan – Komando Distrik Militer (Kodim) 1619/Tabanan menggelar acara pindah satuan dan pelepasan purna tugas anggota kodim 1619/Tabanan di Garase Makodim 1619/Tabanan Jalan Katamso nomer 02 Desa Dajan Peken Kecamatan Tabanan, Sabtu, (03/12/2022).  Acara ini diikuti oleh Dandim 1619 / Tabanan Letkol Inf  Riza Taufik Hasan, para Perwira Staf Kodim 1619/Tabanan, Danramil jajaran Dim…

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Kodim 0730/Gunungkidul menerima Wasev TMMD Reg ke-115 TA 2022 Desa Kedungpoh Nglipar kab.Gunungkidul.

Wonosari, Senin (24.10.22)Dandim 0730/Gunungkidul terima Kunjungan Wasev Kodam IV/Diponegoro.Dalam pelaksanaan Wasev,dipimpin oleh Waaster Kasdam IV/Dip Letkol Kav MS Prawira Negara Matondang bersama Letkol Kav Sultan Siregar

Dan tim melaksanakan pengecekan langsung pengerjaan pengecoran jalan cor rabat beton dan talud di lokasi TMMD di Desa Kedungpoh Kec Nglipar Kab. Gunungkidul.

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Adapun pada kunjungan Wasev meliputi Peninjauan Poskotis dilanjutkan sambutan dari Katim Wasev dilanjutkan penyerahan kitab Suci Al Qur'an utk masyarakat dengan sebagai simbolis oleh Kepala Desa Kedungpoh dan dilanjutkan Peninjauan sasaran Fisik dan Non Fisik TMMD.

[the-phantom-author]

I just know Hasan gives the best massages too. I work night shifts at the hospital as a nurse, and I would KILL to come home to him so he could rub out all the knots in my back 😭

So true!

It's honestly one of his top priorities, to make you as comfortable and relaxed as possible after you get home from work. It's not just back rubs, he'll make sure that there's something warm for you to eat, and while you do that he'll run you a warm bath if you want one. He'd even switch all his lights to the kind that you can dim, to make sure that you don't have a headache. I hate how bright hospital lights are, they always give me the worse migraine, I can't imagine working there.

[lovable-liar]

𝗗𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

In the bustling city of New York in the year 1900, Detective Hasan and Detective Y/N were renowned for their exceptional investigative skills. Not only were they a formidable duo when it came to cracking cases, but they were also deeply in love, their partnership transcending both their personal and professional lives.

On a chilly autumn morning, they found themselves facing a perplexing murder that had the entire city on edge. The victim, a wealthy businessman named Edward Sterling, had been found lifeless in his opulent mansion. The crime scene was a portrait of chaos, with shattered glass, overturned furniture, and the faint scent of gunpowder lingering in the air. It was evident that a struggle had taken place before Sterling's untimely demise.

Hasan, with his sharp mind and keen eye for detail, meticulously examined the scene. Y/N, equally astute, began interviewing the mansion's staff and neighbors. They worked in tandem, their partnership a harmonious blend of logic and intuition. Their years of working together had honed their ability to anticipate each other's thoughts and actions, making them an unbeatable team.

As they delved deeper into the investigation, the list of suspects grew longer. Sterling's business associates, envious neighbors, and estranged family members all had motives to see him silenced. But Hasan and Y/N knew that solving this case would require more than just motive; they needed solid evidence.

Days turned into weeks, and the detectives were relentless in their pursuit of the truth. They uncovered a web of secrets, hidden rivalries, and clandestine affairs. Each revelation brought them closer to unraveling the mystery, but the ultimate breakthrough remained elusive.

One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Hasan and Y/N revisited the crime scene. They meticulously examined a curious clue: a small, ornate dagger tucked away in a forgotten corner of the mansion. The weapon seemed out of place in a murder that had appeared to involve firearms.

With their keen intellects at work, they realized that the dagger held the key to the truth. They traced its origins to a secret society operating in the city's shadows—a group with ties to Sterling's past. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, and the detectives were on the brink of a breakthrough.

The night was shrouded in darkness as Detective Hasan and Detective Y/N made their way to confront the leader of the clandestine society responsible for Edward Sterling's murder. Their footsteps echoed softly on the cobbled streets of New York, the gas lamps casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance to a sinister rhythm.

They arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the air heavy with tension. With each step they took toward the looming structure, their hearts beat in unison, a testament to their unwavering trust in each other.

As they entered the dimly lit warehouse, a cold, eerie silence hung in the air. The room was vast, filled with an assortment of crates and barrels, providing ample cover for anyone seeking to remain hidden. Hasan and Y/N exchanged a determined glance, knowing that they were walking into the lion's den.

A soft voice echoed through the darkness, chilling them to the bone. "Welcome, detectives. I've been expecting you."

The leader of the clandestine society emerged from the shadows, a figure cloaked in darkness. A malicious grin played on their lips, and their eyes gleamed with malevolence.

Hasan stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "Your reign of terror ends here. We've uncovered your web of secrets, and justice will be served."

With lightning speed, the leader drew a concealed weapon, a gleaming dagger glinting ominously in the dim light. The tension in the air escalated as they lunged at Hasan, blade poised to strike.

Y/N, not one to stand idly by, sprang into action. They darted forward, intercepting the attacker with a swift kick that sent the dagger clattering to the ground. The struggle that ensued was a whirlwind of ferocious combat.

Hasan and Y/N fought with everything they had, their training and instincts guiding their every move. The leader of the clandestine society was a formidable adversary, matching their every strike with deadly precision. It was a deadly dance in the darkness, each move a calculated risk.

The warehouse echoed with the clash of steel against steel, and the tension was palpable as the detectives and their adversary engaged in a dangerous battle of wits and strength. The flickering lanterns cast eerie shadows that seemed to come to life, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the fight.

Blow after blow was exchanged, and the stakes grew higher with each passing moment. The outcome of this deadly confrontation would determine the fate of not only the detectives but the city itself.

In a final, heart-stopping moment, Y/N managed to disarm the leader of the clandestine society, sending the dagger spinning across the floor. With a swift and precise strike, Hasan subdued their opponent, rendering them powerless.

As the leader lay defeated, gasping for breath, Hasan and Y/N exchanged a triumphant glance. Justice had prevailed, and the city of New York was one step closer to peace.

But in the aftermath of the dangerous, suspenseful fight, the detectives knew that their work was far from over. The shadows of the past had been laid bare, but there were still mysteries left to uncover, and their resolve to protect the city remained as steadfast as ever.

 The city of New York breathed a collective sigh of relief as the case was closed, and the murderers were behind bars.

Hasan and Y/N's dedication to their craft had prevailed once again. As they stood outside the courthouse, the city's grateful citizens celebrated their victory. The detectives exchanged a knowing glance, their bond stronger than ever. In a time of shadows and secrets, they were the beacon of truth, the defenders of justice, and the heart and soul of New York City's finest detectives, and they celebrated their victory with a tender embrace, knowing that their love had only grown stronger through the trials they had faced together.

[bates--boy]

“Anybody home?”

           Peter switched off the bullet blender. “In the kitchen!” he called out as he unscrewed the top from the cup. As he poured the food into the bowl, Peter listened for Naseem -- the jingle of keys set on the dresser, the shuffling of fabric as Naseem shrugged off his coat and the stomping of feet as he tapped the snow off his boots before pulling them off, the approaching footsteps -- all while he tried to contain his smile.

          Naseem stopped at the kitchen doorway, a hand placed on the threshold. Peter tried to talk himself out of the fuzzy delight growing inside him as he took in Naseem’s cheeks, flushed a deep rose red from the cold, and the twinkling snowflakes trapped in his locs. “Is Sheer here?”

          Peter scraped the last of the food from the cup and shook his head. “She’s at a cafe. I told her to take a break and grab a coffee while I watched the kiddo. He should be getting out of his nap soon.”

          “Great.” Naseem walked in, rubbing and rolling his neck. He crept up behind Peter and slid his arms around Peter’s waist, kissing the back of Peter’s neck through the curtain of hair. His chest pressed against Peter’s back as he sighed. “I could use a nap, myself.”

          Peter finished twisting the lid onto the bowl and set it aside. He turned in Naseem’s arms and placed his hands on Naseem’s shoulders. “Bad day at work?”

          Naseem shook his head. “Not really. Besides a lot of heavy lifting. We were short on stage hands today, so we had to move a lot of the props and set ourselves. Then I had kids climbing all over me because they missed me while we were touring.”

          Peter smiled sympathetically. “If that didn’t sound painful, that would’ve been so sweet.”

          Naseem shrugged. “It still was sweet, and I missed them, too. Still would have liked to not feel like someone rearranged my spine all wrong.”

          “Your back hurt?” Naseem nodded, closing his eyes and inhaling through his nose, and Peter tilted his head. He looked over his shoulder to check the time on the oven. He turned back to Naseem. “Would you like a massage?”

          Naseem opened his eyes, the snowflakes that had caught in his lashes melted into droplets that glimmered in the kitchen light. “You wouldn’t mind?”

          “Not at all! I think we have some time before Hasan wakes up. And you do look like you need some rest.” Peter gave Naseem a quick kiss and patted his chest. “Go get ready in your room. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes, okay?”

          Naseem nodded tiredly, turning away and walking out of the kitchen, once more rubbing his neck. Peter switched on the mug warmer to low and set Hasan’s bowl on it, then scrubbed the equipment he used clean and towel-dried all of them. After putting everything away and washing his hands, Peter followed after Naseem.

          “Okay, are you ready -- oh.” Peter stopped in the doorway, blinking in mild surprise.

          The lights were dimmed, giving the single lit candle -- vanilla scented -- a stronger glow. The flame’s light flickered across Naseem’s bare back, deepening the contours of muscles and softening what was already silky skin.

          “You’re gonna give me that massage you promised, or are you just gonna stand there and ogle like a pervert?”

          Peter looked to Naseem’s face, finding him smirking while he laid his head on a pillow. He rolled his eyes and hoped the dimness of the room hid his reddening complexion. “Oh, ha ha, Nazz.”

          “I mean, it’s your call,” Naseem said. He arched his back as far as the pain would allow, giving his butt a joking exaggerated roll in the air, probably not realizing how that made Peter’s underwear fractionally tighter. “I don’t mind being objectified by you...”

          “Hush!” Peter snickered, crossing his arms. “Do you want me to use anything? Lotion or oil, or...”

          “Oil, please.” Naseem lied back on the mattress with a soft groan and a strained face, nodding to his bedside table. “There’s a bottle of warming oil in there. Glass bottle.”

          Peter came to the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out the bottle and reading the label as he climbed into bed. Roses and strawberries. Peter raised his eyebrow. “You know,” he said as he threw a leg over Naseem to perch on his ass and tried to not think about how firm and round it was between his thighs. “I’m starting to think this is a ploy to get into my pants.”

          “Trust me: I wish my back was up to it.” Naseem’s voice was slightly muffled as he buried his face into the pillow, but Peter could still hear him add, “Man can go crazy looking at that perky little ass all the time.”

          Peter looked away and set the bottle down to roll up his sleeves. “Whatever.” He would have pinched Naseem for cackling into the pillow if he hadn’t ended up snickering right along with him. He popped the stopper open on the bottle and filled his palm with the oil, feeling the tingle of the fruity and floral warmth spread throughout his body. He set the bottle on the table, rubbed his hands together to get the oil ready, and ran his hands up Naseem’s back. He spread it all over, pressing the heel of his hands deeper into the toned flesh once the back was coated all over.

          “Mm...” Naseem turned his head, half his face still buried in the pillow. “That feels amazing...”

          “Well, I do try my best,” Peter stated humorously. He rolled his hands up between Naseem’s shoulder blades to rub his shoulders, his thumbs working the back of Naseem’s neck. He watched Naseem’s lashes flutter close, and Naseem’s shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath. The room fell silent, the gentle crackle of the candle’s flame emphasizing the quietude. Peter fell into a rhythm without needing to think about it, his hands moving on their own: roll into wide circles, up to Naseem’s shoulders, down to the underwear’s white waistband peeking just above the black denim. Peter’s concentration only broke once, when he was tempted to run a finger along the curve of Naseem’s spine; it didn’t seem like Naseem noticed the halt in Peter’s ministrations, his face so serene that if Peter didn’t know he snored in his sleep, Peter would have thought he fell asleep.

          “...The Dramaten called me last week,” Naseem mumbled.

          Again, Peter’s hands halted before he resumed. “Really?”

          “Yeah.” Naseem cracked open an eye. “They finally want me to perform.”

          “Oh, my god!” Peter covered his hands over his mouth, taking a lungful of the oil’s scent. He clapped, bouncing gently in place. “Oh, my god, Nazz, that’s great!”

          “Mmm...” Naseem bit the corner of his lip, looking down to where Peter sat on him. “Feel free to keep that up.”

          “Oh, stop it, you perv!” Peter stopped bouncing and gently slapped Naseem’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

          “I don’t know. Because it felt too good to be true?” Naseem looked to the wall, where their weak shadows wavered. “I didn’t want to say anything too soon, in case they changed their minds.”

          Peter shook his head. “They wouldn’t have. They were stupid before to reject someone as talented as you, they wouldn’t make that mistake again.”

          “If you keep buttering me up like that, sweets,” Naseem said, reaching back to run his head up Peter’s leg and squeeze, “I’m gonna throw you on this bed and kiss you until you forget your name. And you know I can do it.”

          It’s happened before, actually, Peter kept to himself, fighting the sudden craving for Naseem’s mouth. “Anyways...” Peter pushed on, waiting until Naseem folded his arm back under his pillow before resuming the massage. “Will you need any more help with rehearsing?”

          “Nah,” Naseem answered. “I mostly got it all memorized. They’ll have me do practice with the others for a couple weeks before the show. If I’m good enough, they’ll make me an honorary member of the crew. Few years’ time, I’ll be on the board.”

          “Christ... Nazz...” Peter’s hands stilled on Naseem’s back, his breath sucked right out of his lungs. He felt swept up, floating, coasting along the clouds in the sky. “That’s amazing!” He bent, lowering himself to kiss Naseem’s neck. “I’m so happy for you.”

          “I’m glad somebody is.”

          Peter sat up. “What do you mean?”

          “Nothing.” Naseem shifted the pillow under his head. “The thing about all of this is that it’s gonna run me down.”

          “How so?”

          “Because it’s so hard to balance everything,” Naseem said. “The MizFists sales going up, being booked for more shows, possible interviews, my kids, work, and now this -- it’s getting too much. I feel selfish for trying to balance everything and not giving my one hundred to everyone, but I don’t want to give up everything I’ve worked for, too.”

          “Nazz, I get it,” Peter said, the elation tainted by the memory of crying into his darling lion’s fur -- his heart crushed all over again. “Believe me, I get it. Which is why I also know that, well... maybe it’s time for you to quit that job.”

          Peter stroked Naseem’s cheek with the back of his fingers, the rhythm coming just as easily as the massage. “You know I’m not a man of faith, but sometimes I still look for signs, you know? And sometimes I get signs too late: near mental breakdowns and all of that. But they’re there, and I think this is a sign for you to move on. The MizFists are climbing higher, one of your biggest dreams is coming true, so it makes sense to let this one thing go to keep your eye on the prize.

          “Now that I think about it...” Peter’s mind drifted to the other MizFists. He knew that Tarsha and Mike switched to part-time at their day jobs, and from what he heard from their little grapevine, Adel was pulling all-nighters to finish articles for his internship while making music. The only one not totally bogged down, was Tommy. And probably out of pity or misplaced guilt, Tommy picked up where everyone else was slacking off: editing the press releases, approving final merchandise drafts just before they missed the deadline, staying just one more hour at the studio which turned to falling asleep at the mix table.

          "...Maybe it's time everyone had quit their day jobs," Peter thought aloud. "Go fully into this."

          Naseem looked away, thinking Peter’s suggestion over. He sighed. “You’re probably right. But those kids, though. I’m gonna miss them.”

          “I know you are, my soft-hearted, giant teddy bear,” Peter said. He ignored Naseem’s eye roll and added, “But look at it this way: they’re going to be in capable and caring hands when you go. And it’s not like you can’t drop by and visit, right?”

          “...Right.” Naseem’s lips shaped into a tiny, melancholic smile.

          “How cool would that be, though? Karlstad’s finest and famous music artist and actor Naseem “Bet Chaker” Okoye returns to his humble beginnings! Oh, those little kids would eat it right up!”

          Naseem’s mouth quivered from a stifled laugh, stretching wider until he put his face into the pillow again. His shoulders quaked, his rich velvet laugh muffled in the plump pillow.

          “I don’t know why you’re laughing,” Peter huffed with feigned irritation. “I’m dead serious!”

          “I know, I know...” Naseem turned onto his back, forcing Peter to choke down a groan as his hips rubbed against Peter’s crotch. What of his hair that wasn’t tied in his half-ponytail spilled across the pillow. Peter only had a moment to think about the oil possibly staining the duvet when Naseem ran his hand up Peter’s thighs again, sending shivers up Peter’s back even after they stopped at his hips. Naseem’s eyes were always soft to Peter, but this time, in the gentle golden glow of the candlelight and relaxed from the back rub, they seemed so heart-breakingly vulnerable.

          “Seriously, though, Peter, I can’t thank you enough. For...” Naseem blinked his eyes wider, puffing out a surprised laughing breath. “Shit, for everything, not just that letter. Before I met you, we were mostly talking about what we wanted, and going about it like a bunch of... hobbyists, I guess is the right word. But then you came along, and now we’re...” Naseem shrugged and shook his head, the pillowcase shifting with his movement. His fingers slid beneath Peter’s shirt, sweet and slow, nudging the hem up so Naseem had enough room to rub his thumbs in circles on Peter’s exposed skin.

          “I swear, it’s like you’re magic.”

          Peter’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open as the too-familiar tight knots in his stomach returned. “Uh...” Was all he managed before that tightness in his stomach crept up to his throat. His head was a disaster, flooded with spinning sensations and sparking nerves, especially Naseem’s burning touch against his cool skin that made the world around him bizarre, almost unreal. He tried to process Naseem’s words, turn it over in his head like a child would a shiny new rock in their tiny hands. Each attempt ended like the last: awe that ballooned too greatly in Peter’s body for him to handle, where he physically pressed his hands harder on Naseem’s chest to stay anchored to this moment.

          “Um...” Peter cleared his throat and let out a low and shaky laugh. He shrugged and turned his head away, concentrating on a spot in the window’s curtains. “Oh, well, I doubt that all of that is true,” he tried, hearing himself failing at humor precisely in that moment. “You would have made it as an artist without me, with all your smooth words and your sweet-talk--”

          Naseem sighed. “Peter...”

          “Oh, if not rap, you’d make lovely bedroom pop! You can just charm the panties off any fan and they’d buy your albums regardless! In fact, I bet...” One of Naseem’s hands was sliding up his stomach and chest, trapping Peter’s words in his throat as a finger hooked in his collar. “I bet... Um...” Peter trailed off futilely. He gave in easily when Naseem pulled him down.

          After one brief kiss, Naseem stopped to tuck the hair curtaining their heads behind Peter’s ears, and he moved his hands down to below Peter’s jaw as he went for a deeper kiss. Some of the oil that Peter accidentally rubbed on his face found its way into their mouths. It tempted Peter to force his tongue down deeper and sink his teeth in harder, push Naseem to wild and raspy panting so Peter could taste his breath now spiced with this oil. But Naseem would have to go back to work, Hasan would be awake soon, and if Ashira should swing by the school to pick up Pakiza, it would be inappropriate for the child to catch even a hint of the men’s display of affection upon coming home. Peter sated himself by lying on Naseem, unfolding and scooting his legs down until he was fully on Naseem, only breaking the kiss once while he did so. Naseem folded one of his legs over Peter’s, leisurely rubbing his foot on Peter’s foot that drew a muffled giggle out of Peter. The kiss slowed and grew more tender until its end.

          Peter, still wanting so much more of Naseem, tried to curb his growing appetite with a long but light bite into his shoulder, licking more of that oil off Naseem’s skin. He rested his face into Naseem’s neck and hummed contently as Naseem’s fingers brush his hair back.

        “Alright, that definitely convinced me,” Naseem said. “We’ll bring up your idea in the next meetup, okay?”

        “Hm, right...” Peter replied, just as Hasan’s hungry wails rang from the baby monitor.