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[lendaabdalhadi]

Hello my friends and my second family 🫶🍉🚨

Today I will tell you about my favorite drink of all times, which is coffee ☕️

I miss so much drinking my cup of coffee in my warm house and in my calm and beautiful atmosphere with watching my favorite series 🍿

I miss my coffee time with the participation of my husband, he comes from his work in a hurry to share it with me and spend our time together 🎼

Or when I read my favorite book 📚 I first prepare the right atmosphere for it, and the first is to make a cup of coffee with love and sell candles 🔥💕.

And sometimes I sip it with my birds on the window with the voice of their tweets hearing, it's something so beautiful 🥹

I've never told you before about my birds 🦜🦜, in short, I had two male and female, whom I named Romeo and Juliet is a sequel to my love story, me and my husband 👩‍❤️‍👨I used to hear them the sound of beautiful tagarids to learn from it, I put them the best food, put them by my side wherever I go, and open the cage for them to take their freedom at home, I loved them very much and attached to them so much 🥺

In this fucking war, they died of hunger and thirst, they did not endure this suffering 🥺

A reminder of my campaign 🚨🔥🍉

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[urhoneycombwitch]

shrine of your lights

🍯 honey flavour: edibles and a church wedding to attend. what could go wrong with Eddie as your plus one? 

🐝 the bees: FWB!Eddie x reader 

wc: 4.8k

content warnings: a smidge of Catholic blasphemy, weed usage, friends w/ benefits Eddie, R is a bit of a love (and relationship) skeptic and Eddie is lovesick, R+E are in their 20’s, pining, public sex (no one but them observes tho), R has hair long enough to tuck behind ears, R gets a hickey but skin tone/color is not described, R has breasts and a V, softdom Eddie, marking kink (?)

foreword: I listened to Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac for this. LOL. kind of AU bc it’s a few years after ssn 4 and everyone is alive and just fine (lovesick but oh well can’t b helped) based on this anon thank u for inspiring me!!!!

The stained glass window in front of you looms tall, afternoon light streaming through and casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the polished wood flooring. You stretch out a hand into the warm beam of sun, admiring the way the colors catch and bounce off your dainty star-chain bracelet.

When Eddie had suggested you two eat some weed brownies as a precursor to your (very distant, very Catholic) cousin’s wedding, you hadn’t quite expected to get as stoned as you are now. Since Eddie hasn’t attended any major life functions sober since 1981, and seeing as how you refuse to step foot inside a church space without some sort of social lubricant, the weed wasn’t a hard sell at all. 

To be fair, Eddie had warned you of their potency, and you had snuck another quarter of a brownie when his back was turned: but christ, your tolerance must be crazy low or something, ‘cuz a window has no right to be this mesmerizing. 

You’ve been staring at it for the past five minutes, in your own little world while a steady stream of wedding guests file in through the big oak doors and mill about before the ceremony. The warm, still air of the church is heady with the smell of fresh florals and incense, and a line of votive candles flicker and wink against the windowsill.

Casting a glance over your shoulder, you see Eddie’s still speaking in gentle tones with an elderly woman (whom you’re likely related to, hard to say) near the foyer, all charming smile and sincere hand pressed to the slip of bare chest his button-down displays. You’ve got to hand it to the guy, he’s really great at endearing himself to total strangers; he’s been a natural shoe-in for any plus-one you’ve needed over the past few years.

While Eddie is perfectly in his element, holding what looks to be an engaging conversation while stoned to all hell, your focus is drawn back to the window. You should probably be on the arm of your guest, seeing as how it’s your family wedding after all, but the swirling lights and colors are too alluring to pull yourself away from.

“Beautiful piece of art, isn’t it?”

The voice behind you is unfamiliar, and proper social graces here would call for an introduction, perhaps a firm handshake, but your limbs and tongue feel so loose and the reply is out of your mouth before you can think twice- “God, yeah. S’fucking gorgeous. I want one for my house.”

There’s a light cough, and when you turn on your low-heeled Mary Janes it’s under the amused eye of a priest- in full priest-garb. Green velvet robes and little hat and everything.

You realize your error- swearing and taking the Lord’s name in vain- but the brief stint in Catholic school from when you were 6 is unfortunately not recalled in time to stop the scramble of swears mixed with apologies that come tumbling out. 

“Oh shit- I mean- fuck. Oh god. Sorry, Father, I didn’t mean-”

The priest- old as hell but thankfully with sense of humor still intact- smiles kindly at you and takes your hand in both of his, patting graciously. “No apologies are necessary, my dear. The beauty of God can be overwhelming and awe-inducing.”

You nod jerkily, grabbing on to his excuse- “Yes, yep. That’s exactly what happened. Struck down by the awe.”

The priest nods to you, and then to Eddie (who’s appeared at your side like a guard dog that sensed trouble), then wanders off down a row of pews to greet other guests.

You’re nearly doubled over with the effort it takes to conceal your laughter, Eddie stroking a calming hand down your back and chuckling with you under his breath. 

“Struck down by the awe, huh?” he echoes as you straighten back up and dab at the tears gathering against your lashline. “You really are somethin’.”

“That was so embarrassing but guess what-” here you lean in, voice a conspiratorial whisper as Eddie raises his eyebrows to look down his nose at you- “I don’t give a fuck ‘cuz I’m hi-igh.”

This last word is sung with a two-note lilt, and you turn back to the comfort of the sunny window as Eddie steps in beside you, shaking his head. “I told you to start with a lower dose, ya goose. Did you take more when I wasn’t looking?”

You shrug a shoulder, the soft linen of your cardigan brushing up against the hard leather of Eddie’s jacket. “Maybe. Couldn’t say. You gonna steal this window for me or what?”

He blows out a breath, pretending to appraise the size and heft, rapping his ringed knuckles against the sill- “Well normally I’d say ‘anything for my girl’, but we’d need a shrink ray for this type’a heist.”

��Maybe Dustin has one we can borrow.”

He sucks his front teeth, playing along, shaking his head in faux-disappointment. “Nah, little shit’s only got a ham radio. Useless when it comes to religious robbery.”

Eddie looks overly pleased when you giggle, but some of the humor in his face falls to concern as he reaches out to squeeze your upper arms. “Hey. You doin’ okay? If you’re too stoned to sit through the ceremony, I can find us a little spot to hole up in. I’m good at finding those.”

“I know you are,” you reply, waving away his worry. “I’m fine, honest. Do I look high?”

He holds you at arm’s length, giving you a contemplative once-over. “Nope. You look beautiful.”

You roll your eyes, affectionately, then smooth your palms over the front of your black slip dress and pull the scalloped sleeves of your cardigan into place. “Well, of that I am aware.”

Eddie winks, and you really wish you were sober enough that the warmth of his hands and the smell of his cologne would have less of an effect but high as you are, you want nothing more than to burrow into his neck and taste the salt of his skin. 

“Do I look high?” he asks, pulling away to do a little spin so you can appraise his appearance. 

Eddie Munson, as it turns out, cleans up very well for family functions: smart black boots, maroon button-down tucked into a pair of flare-legged trousers, worn but well-kept leather jacket to top the outfit off. And in signature Eddie fashion, little glints of silver highlight the ensemble- his usual chunky rings, stacked layers of thin chain necklaces, metal buckles on his coat and at his waist, even a set of tiny hoops (courtesy of your jewelry drawer) in his ears. 

The dryness in your mouth has nothing to do with your intoxication as you blink back to the present and give Eddie a once-over. “Uhm. Nope. You look sober. And very hot.”

He grins at you, wolfish, but then a bright chord of organ music signals the start of the ceremony. With a steady hand on your back, he leads you to a pew near the last row; when you’re both seated, his hand runs smoothly down to rest on your thigh, drumming a lazy beat with his thumb against you as the processional starts. 

Your cousin Marion looks lovely swathed in white tulle, contrasted with her groom in a black tux. Her mother, your aunt- Karen? Karina? can’t recall- dabs at her tears with a delicate lace handkerchief in the front pew as the couple exchanges vows, promising eternal and ineffable love until their ultimate demise, etcetera. 

You’re not someone who’s ever fallen prone to the gushy emotions that love seems to create in so many of your peers. While Nancy and Robin will dole out tissues to each other during some cheesy romcom, you’ll get ribbed for being so stoic. None of your breakups have ever ended in giant blowouts or dramatics from your side- hard to fight for something when you hadn’t really cared about it in the first place. 

That’s why you consider yourself so lucky, when it comes to Eddie. After the two of you ended your high school fling due to graduation, you’d come back to Hawkins after a few years of college and found yourself sneaking out like a teenager again to hang out with Eddie Munson. 

He told you he doesn’t want anything serious, either, and that he’s just fine being friends who sleep around and go to all of each other’s parties.

You almost believe him. 

He’s been to every one of your nephew’s hockey games this past season, and you’ve spent two cozy Christmases so far at the trailer with him and Wayne; every party in between has ended with Eddie driving you home, or (more frequently) back to his place. Your collective relatives and friends haven’t asked about your relationship status in years, and it’s all thanks to Eddie’s presence in your life: if the two of you aren’t technically dating, it’s really no one’s business. 

The old priest from earlier is droning on about some bible verse; uncomfortable on the hard bench and feeling restless, you shift your hips, and Eddie digs his fingers into the meat of your thigh.

“Quit. Squirming,” he murmurs, lips at your ear. When you shiver and still, he pats your leg and straightens again, eyes fixed to the front altar.

You and Eddie make it through the ceremony with minimal damage, only getting one dirty look from an older man in the pew ahead when you’d snickered at a dirty joke (courtesy of your benchmate). Marion and her new husband greet their guests one by one as everyone filters outside, and you coast easily through the interaction, kissing your cousin on both cheeks and fawning over her dress and giving just the right amount of congrats before Eddie plucks at your elbow to subtly redirect your attention. 

“Let’s get some food in you,” he says, linking your arms together as you follow the receiving line outdoors.

The reception is held just next to the church building in a surprisingly lovely courtyard. Sunlight filters through the willow trees at the edge of a grass yard, where a picnic basket awaits on each spread quilt. People are kicking off their dress shoes, unwinding with the lure of nature, kids chasing each other through the paths between blankets as adults wiggle their toes into the grass and dig into the luncheon.

Possibly, you’re high and over-romanticizing, but you can tell by the look on Eddie’s face he’s there with you, taking it all in from your blanket in a quiet corner of the yard. 

There are finger sandwiches in the basket, along with some fresh fruit and plastic utensils and plates to eat off of; Eddie fixes you a plate and you dig in happily, sock feet tucked under yourself, yours and Eddie’s shoes in a jumble nearby. 

“Could eat anything when I’m high,” you muse, then bite into a sandwich that has the perfect cream-cheese-to-cucumber ratio with a contented sigh. “Food is so good.”

Eddie snaps a baby carrot with his back teeth, then snorts at you before reaching out to tuck one side of your hair behind your ear before it gets eaten along with your food. “I know you can eat anything when you’re high. I once saw you scooping up apple pie with potato chips.”

You give him a sidelong frown, mouth full of bread and veg as you defend yourself- “Yeah, and it was great. Dee-licious. Would do it again if-”

Your name is being called, and you swivel to see a young man about your age weaving along the spaces between blankets towards yours and Eddie’s spot.

“Tony!” In a neat bit of multitasking, you manage to swallow your food and rise to your feet (albeit unsteadily, with Eddie’s hand snapping out to support your efforts), then hold your arms out to envelop the boy in a hug. “Oh my god, it’s been ages.”

Anthony Townsend has grown up in the time you’ve spent away- the last recollection you have of your former childhood neighbor is his mop of red hair bouncing with the trampoline his parents bought him in 6th grade. He grew into his looks, for sure- the awkwardness of pre-teen ears and too-big front teeth have settled into a very kind and handsome face.

He looks genuinely pleased to see you, returning your hug with a squeeze, pulling back to hold both your hands and ask about where you’ve been. You breeze through a highlighted version of the last few years, leaving out all the interdimensional monster bullshit and focusing the questions back on him.

Tony’s telling you about his father’s veterinary practice that’s still running smoothly when you feel Eddie at your back, and Tony falters, dropping your hands.

Social cues come a tad slow to you, under the influence, and you think Tony’s stumbling because you haven’t introduced him yet (how were you supposed to know Eddie’s been glaring daggers at the poor kid ever since you’d hugged him?), and you attempt to remedy your mistake with a casual remark- “You know, Eddie here has been feeding the stray cats at our place every night, a whole colony of them- there’s gotta be, what, ten of ‘em now?”

You turn to Eddie for confirmation, reeling a little at the dark scowl he’s still sporting as he nods. “Yup. Somethin’ like.”

Tony scratches at the back of his neck, freckled cheeks pink as he begins to back away- “Um, yeah. Cool. Well it was great to see you! I gotta…”

With a vague gesture, he turns and tails it back to his blanket on the other side of the yard. You whirl on Eddie, his face smoothing back into relaxed indifference, even as you hiss, “What the hell was that?”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know what you mean, princess.”

“That,” you repeat, waving an arm in the air for emphasis. “I know I’m not sober but you were being weird, even by my standards.” 

There’s this look that Eddie gets, sometimes, when one of you bumps against the walls of your loosely-defined relationship- a brief flash of pain and sadness before it gets hidden away behind his comfortable mask of bravado.

He’s got it now- a small pinch in his eyebrows, doey eyes swimming with emotion, and you put a hand on his leather-clad arm as the pieces fall into place. “Were you… are you jealous?”

In the span of a blink, the mask is back up, and with a dry laugh that’s so unlike him, Eddie shakes his head. “Nah. What do I have to be jealous of, huh? ‘S not like we belong to each other.”

Maybe on a different day, with half the weed in your system, you’d be able to let this comment slide. But there’s something deeply hurtful about it, sinking and twisting in your stomach like a stone. Your grip tightens on Eddie’s arm, tears stinging hot at your eyes, voice a watery, desperate thing- “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”

Eddie is quick to comfort you, once he realizes you’re close to crying- “Shit, sweetheart. Okay. You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to think…” Your voice is still shaky with emotion as Eddie lets you hold on to him, gently shushing you even though there’s no one near enough to hear. “You’re important to me, Eddie. I never wanna make you mad, or upset, or-”

“I’m not.” Eddie cuts smoothly into your rambling, placing his hands on either side of your neck as you cling to him, cool rings kissing into your skin. “I’m not mad, promise. I was just being an asshole for no reason, okay? Could never be mad at you.”

His thumb strokes at the column of your throat, your breath and heart rate lulled to normal under his touch, his expression returning to the gentle fondness you’re used to seeing.

“Let’s finish up lunch, hm?” Eddie says, and with a final soft squeeze he pulls away from you, taking with him the warmth of his palms.  

It’s always like this, with him, at least in front of your respective families- any PDA is kept to a strict minimum, nothing too intimate or drawn out so as not to attract attention. You’d implemented this rule from the beginning, and Eddie has been nothing but respectful of it, your peace of mind over not wanting a label pacified.

But right now? The lack of Eddie’s arms around you or his lips on yours was starting to make you ache. 

You both settle into the blanket again, conversation flowing around mouthfuls of food as you catch Eddie up with the latest family gossip, laughing when he bats your pointer finger out of the air (as if anyone is really paying attention to you two giggling loons). 

Someone’s brought a radio and has it dialed to a soft rock station; you gasp and shove at Eddie (sprawled out like a house cat after a full meal in the sun), exclaiming “It’s Fleetwood Mac and you love Fleetwood Mac!”

“I so don’t,” he grumbles, but rises easily when you tug at him to stand sock-to-sock feet with you in the grass. 

You both fall into a smooth rhythm, Eddie’s hands staying (respectably) on your hips, yours looped around his neck, doing a slow little rotation. He gazes at you as you sway back and forth in each other’s arms, the scrutiny making you titter and fidget.

“What?”

“Thought I told you to quit squirmin’,' ' comes his answer, hands tightening into the meat of your waist. “Let me look at you a minute.”

So you let him look. 

While his chocolate eyes roam your face, you trail a hand up to curl a lock of his hair around your finger. Eddie leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, giving you room to do some staring of your own at those long, dark lashes. 

After another slow circle, Eddie inhales and draws himself back, clearing his throat. “Not that I’m not enjoying this, sweetheart, but we’re gonna start getting looks if you don’t quit using me as your personal stress toy.”

You snort. “You’re right. Sorry.”

“All good,” he replies, dimples springing into his cheeks, teasing again- “When we get home later you can pet me like a dog, if you want. Just gotta tone you down ‘cuz you get touchy when you’re high.”

Eddie’s being a perfect gentleman. He’s sticking to your rules and looking out for you.

So why is it making you so sad?

You realize, with a stunning clarity, that you don’t want to wait until you’re back at the trailer to touch Eddie. That you’re starting to crave him when he leaves, whether it’s for a day or an hour or just out of bed to get a snack. 

Fuck it, you think, and bend to scoop up your shoes. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tell Eddie, slipping on your shoes then starting towards the building. When you realize he’s not following, you pause, giving him a look over your shoulder- “Aren’t you coming?”

Eddie blinks, wondering if you’re insinuating what he thinks you’re insinuating or if he’s just really, really high. “Um. Uh…”

You don’t leave room for the shock to sink in, turning on your heel and smirking when you hear him swear under his breath and scramble to catch up. 

In a narrow hallway lined with portraits of long-dead saints, you push Eddie against the wall, mouth sealing over his and hands roaming hungrily over his body.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, in between kisses, your fingers tugging at the root of his hair, near the nape of his neck where it stings the best- “what’s got you so worked up, princess?”

“You.” The answer is an honest one. You slip your tongue between Eddie’s teeth and the boy moans, melting into you.

Peppering kisses down Eddie’s face, your lips settle into the hollow just under his jaw, then part to give room to your teeth. Eddie stiffens as you bite down, sensitive skin pierced by your mouth; it’s his turn to be the squirmy one as you suck a bruise into that soft spot. 

His cock is filling out, as proved by the steadily-growing bulge behind his zipper. You give a mean little wiggle of your hips and Eddie jolts so hard you lose your spot on his neck, popping off him with a wet smack.

“Angel, you have to stop.” Eddie sounds absolutely wrecked as he tries to maintain some distance, head tipped back to stare at the popcorn ceiling. “M’not gonna last if you keep doing that. Let me take you home, we can-”

“Shhh.” You quiet him with a pointer finger smooshed against his lips, your other hand tilted to your ear. “You hear that?”

Eddie strains to hear distant cheers and hip hip hoorays from the festivities a few corridors away; when he nods, you whisper, “That’s the cake cutting. We have a good ten minutes before anyone thinks to come back here.”

At first, Eddie thinks he’s off the hook when you release him completely, walking swiftly towards the main sanctuary. But then, because you’re a temptress, you beckon him with an impatient wave.

And because he’s so easy for you, he follows.

It’s like that window has a magnetic pull- you’re back under the prismatic glow of the stained glass, brushing a hand across the wide sill to dust it before hopping up to perch there. You fit neatly between the split row of votive candles (all snuffed out by now), enough room for your knees to part and for Eddie to fill the space. 

You cross your arms around his neck, drawing him in with another deep kiss as his hands find your waist.

“Want you to mark me up,” you murmur, and when Eddie draws back, wary, you let your chin tip up. The crown of your head knocks into the window, exposing your throat. “Show them I’m yours, Eds.”

Only have to tell him twice, apparently, ‘cuz his teeth sink into your stretch of soft skin without further qualms. The feeling of his tongue soothing over the sore spot makes you jump, hips bucking forward into his hand that you didn’t even notice had trailed up the inside of your dress.

His long fingers pet at the wet patch that’s seeping through your underwear, catching at your clit on an upstroke, your gasp a harsh noise in the otherwise silent sanctuary.

Eddie begins to rub at you through the fabric in earnest now, tight circles with his thumb even as he pulls his mouth from your neck to assess his handiwork. “Yeah, fuck, sweetheart, that’s gonna leave a mark. You want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?”

Your bundle of nerves throbs under Eddie’s touch and you curse, hands weaving tight into his hair again. “Shit, Eddie, yeah- just like that…”

He dips back into the well of your neck with his teeth, keeps just the right amount of pressure on your clit, and that tension coiling in your lower stomach is just about to snap before you stop him with a hand around his wrist.

“Sorry,” you pant through the apology, forehead crushed to Eddie’s collarbone as you try and catch your breath. “Was about to come and I want you inside of me for that.”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

Eddie fumbles with his belt buckles as you giggle, chastising- “Hush and mind your manners, Munson. That’s blaspheming and we’re about to fuck in a church.”

“I’ll show you manners.” Eddie has his pants and briefs shoved to mid-thigh before you can draw breath to tell him off; one hand smears precum down the shaft of his ruddy cock as the other pushes your dress up and hooks your panties to the side. 

You’re wet and worked up enough that he slides into the heat of you with ease, breath punching out with the way his cock completely fills you. When Eddie pulls out and sinks back in, you let out a keening whine and scrabble for purchase on his leather jacket. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it-” his voice is a dark rumble, each word punctuated with a snap of his hips, the squelch of your slick walls responding. “So wet for me. That’s my good girl. You like gettin’ off to being mine, huh, angel?”

You nod, head lolling against the window, and Eddie grins wicked even though you can’t see it. “Come on. Show me whose pussy this is.”

When his hand snakes between your bodies to press against your clit with his thumb, you come with a long, strained whimper, ankles crossing at the small of Eddie’s back to draw him closer while the velvet walls of your cunt spasm. 

Eddie’s free hand shoots out to the supporting wood arch of the window for stability as he angles his hips up, longing for that glossy honey-eyed look you get sometimes: and there it is, your eyes half-lidded and brow pinched in pleasure as his cock hits against that gummy spot, the tremble of your thighs locked around his waist as your orgasm peaks. 

Once he’s fucked you through the height of it, Eddie dips to bite at the taut muscle where your neck and shoulder meet, clamping down on the words threatening to flood out as his hips stutter. He comes hard, deep groan muffled into your neck, curses and praises spilling out in mindless babbling: “Fuck fuck, angel, that’s it, honey, shit, you’re so wet. All for me, huh, baby? Doin’ so good…”

He sags into your arms, pinning you to the window, chests heaving in tandem as you both catch your breath. You stroke a hand down his back, towards his ass, and then to the edge of his pants.

When he realizes that you’re trying to tuck him back into his clothes he whines at you, but you’re quick to shush him. “We’re cuttin’ it close with timing already, Eds. Help me out?”

Reluctantly, Eddie pulls away from the wet warmth of you to re-dress. Once his belt is in place he attends to you, helping shift the hem of your dress back down, rubbing his finger lightly under the skin of your eye where some mascara had smudged.

“I’ll double back for the keys and we’ll go home, ‘kay?” Eddie says, nose nudging into your cheek. “Wait here. You got some wicked marks and everyone will know we just fucked.”

“Pfft. No they won’t. Who would actually fuck in a church?” You push Eddie back playfully, hopping down from the sill with a wink. “You’ve gotta be sick to do that. Good thing my family believes you to be a perfect goody-two-shoes.”

Eddie stares as you make for the doors back to the courtyard, shrugging off his incredulity- “Eddie. It’s fine. So they’ll think we made out a bit. Who cares? Not me. And plus…” here you trail off and point, mischievous, Eddie’s eye’s following the line to his sock feet- “...you kinda have a no-shoes situation goin’ on. Gotta fix that.”

When you disappear through the doors, Eddie slams a palm to his chest, in awe- then feels the outline of the lighter in his inner pocket. With a practiced twist, he has it out and lit in a second, holding the flame to the wick of a votive candle.

“I don’t know how these candles work, exactly, or if atheists are allowed to…” Eddie clears his throat, glances over his shoulder to confirm you’re still out of earshot, then whispers above the flickering light: “Please let this be real life and not just some high-fueled fantasy because this is kind of huge for me. Okay thanks. Amen, or whatever.”

Eddie blows out the candle like it’s a birthday wish then hurries to catch up with you, sock feet silent against the wood floor as he calls out your name- “Slow down and have a heart, babe, I’ve got no grip!”

[sayruq]

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Hello, I'm Khader Abu Sha'ban, and I'm 20 years old, I have a twin brother his name is Ragheb, and we are from Gaza City, We started the second year of our degree (designing and programming mobile applications). We live with a family of 9 members, they are all educated and have university degrees in the fields of engineering, programming, information security, administration, and law, We are the youngest in the family and we are the only ones who are still learning and we didn't end our degree yet.

Don't forget our beautiful cat - Kelwa – whom we consider a family member and we adopted him during the war when he was homeless in the street, however, he filled our lives with joy.

Before October 7th, Our life was full of goals, ambitions, and hope. and because we are identical twins I and my brother share everything in life and we have the same hobbies, actually we have the same life So we practice sports such as football, table tennis, and basketball and we are professionals in video games. we spend our time learning English next to our university education in the field where we found our passion which is Programming, and we have a small online store (Candles Store) to sell candles that we manually made. We have a goal to finish our university life as fast as we can to join the labor market of IT and open our startup company for techniques and applications with the great passion that we already have. this dream is growing day by day, but because of the war and the current circumstances, the dream started to fade, during the war educational institutions and Universities were destroyed in Gaza and the study was arrested. during the previous 8 months we have been unable to complete our education and estimates indicate that restoration of university status in Gaza will take time and may exceed years. The war came and destroyed our lives, our dreams, and our souls, My family did not decide to displacement to the south, despite all the suffering we had passed during this period and we decided to stay at home and not leave the beautiful memories, the idea of displacement to south and go to an unknown place that we don't have any relatives there was the most difficult for us to leave everything and not return back, so the decision was steadfast, non-displacement and patience on the suffering, but the war has been partially damaged our house because of targeting the house next to us, and damaged our beautiful memories and become ineffective to live, but thank God no one of my family has been hurt. The house went and we lost a lot of our beloveds (14 members of my cousins) and witnessed a lot of suffering in Gaza we were forced to internally-displacement east and west more than 5 times and it was very difficult to escape under the shelling at night and under The voices of aircraft and bombing and moving from a non-safe place to another non-safe place and don't forget the starvation that we still live in northern Gaza and dumping bombs, rockets and insecure until life became black for us. We won't forget the night of December 18th, when we lived the most terrifying night in our lives when we woke up at night to the voices of bombs and shells of nearby tanks and the glass and shrapnel on us, and I do not forget the voices of crying and the sounds of the SOS and we are unable to move even unable to breathe because of the hole of the smoke bombs that have thrown on us, I swear the horror of this night will accompany me to the last day My life. The horror of this night is repeated daily and there is no end and life has already black for us, after all this suffering we have reached a plan to rebuild the rest of our lives again elsewhere after we lost our house and members of my family as well as we lost the source income of my family this led us to seek help through this campaign, the raised funds will cover travel expenses for 9 people outside Gaza (where the travel coordination costing $ 5,000 per person) and $ 5,000 for addition costs for initial stability Abroad and $ 5000 initial amount to complete the study abroad for me and my brother. If the situation improves in Gaza we will use funds to restore our house and complete our education in Gaza or abroad, according to appropriate conditions.

These brothers have been raising funds since May and they've only received €678 so far. Please share and donate. Help save lives !!!!!!!

[brotherwtf]

clegan Halloween hcs 🎃🎃

John takes the holiday WAY too seriously and Gale follows along happily, likes to go with John to the large hardware stores that sell those obnoxious 20 foot tall decorations and doesn't really stop him, just lets him think himself out of it because he always does, every damn year it's the same shit

Gale likes to decorate the inside of their house very soothing and very autumn, definitely has themed Creuset pots for every holiday, always has a spicy candle running in their house, he totally collects the themed Target birds for every occasion and they sit on the entryway table to greet them

While the inside of the house is very autumn-y the outside of the house is a fucking disaster (lovingly) John is in charge of the outside with those shitty cobwebs and as many skeletons as he can get his hands on, has elaborate scenes performed by all of them across his front yard

both Gale and John like to dress up, when they're younger they go out drinking and dancing on Halloween in full costume, almost always end up grinding on each other while John is four sheets to the wind and Gale honestly doesnt really care anymore, everyone around them is like this so who cares

when they're younger, maybe twenties or thirties, they do the slutty Halloween couples costumes, Harley and Joker, Morticia and Gomez, the works, but when they're older they get a little sweeter, two Kens maybe or maybe they even dress as Fred and Shaggy from Scooby Doo (they definitely have a dog to go with that costume)

they stop clubbing when they get older, instead spending Halloweens handing out candy and scaring kids on purpose, that's Gales favorite part of Halloween

They're both BITCHES when it comes to scary movies, neither of them can handle it no matter how hard they try, Gales so fucking tense the entire time he can't enjoy it and John's hiding behind his hands and screaming like a damn girl every time he gets scared. Curt keeps trying to invite them over but they shake their heads profusely and refuse

Knitted sweaters and hot coffee and so so many cuddles, Autumn is definitely their favorite season oh no I'm soft again

[m-jelly]

Thinking about bad boy Levi in his early 20s. He's part of a gang that helps people and is the start of his mafia/gang life I've written a lot about.

Levi's a mechanic most of the time and then protects people behind the scenes. Levi has tattoos and rides a motorbike. He's very protective and kind.

Levi falls for you and is super smitten. He doesn't have much money early years of your relationship so you both have such a sweet relationship that involve making things for each other and making the most of what you have.

You'll have a spot on the roof of your flats to watch the stars. You'll build a fort to keep warm when the heating goes out. You share showers and baths to save money. You use candles and battery powered fairy lights when the power goes out.

Levi makes you a ring in his workshop. He goes into a park and sneakily cuts flowers to get you a bouquet.

You are incredibly good with money and food. You do odd jobs and buy the food going out of stock, or the sell by date is close and you get off cuts of meat. You prepare and plan all meals so Levi gets plenty of food and energy to work hard.

You sew clothes that have gotten ripped or damaged. You go to charity shops and buy nice clothes for Levi and you repair and change them to make them look better.

The flat is always filled with laughter and love. You and Levi adore each other with everything you have. When Levi's group starts to bring in a lot of money you don't let it change you both. You remember your humble beginnings and you help others with your new found money.

However, Levi does spoil you when he can when he has a lot of money. He just wants to.

[kkeidawrites]

Picture Album

Welcome to Day 10 of Blacktober!

Part 2 of Picture Perfect

Suguru paced nervously in his hotel suite, he was dressed and ready for the bar but, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Y/n, it’s been a while since he’s been with a woman.

Although their first impression of each other was short and sweet now was time for the real thing. They weren’t exactly going out on a one on one but, it sure did feel that way.

His phone makes him jump out of skin and he looks over to see the caller was his coworker and best friend Gojo.

Answering it with a sigh and an eye roll, Suguru puts it on speaker.

“Gojo, what could you possibly want this time?” Suguru asks.

“Heyyyyyy, Suguru! I just wanted to know how the vacation is going so far.” His white haired friend says.

“I’m about to go out, now if it’s not important can you please get off my phone?” Suguru asks annoyed.

“Woah, woah, woah! What’s the hurry there slick? What do you mean go out? With who?” Suguru sighs and places a hand on his forehead.

“I don’t need to tell you nor is it any of your business.” Suguru says and picks up his phone to see that he had a text.

Suguru sees Y/n had texted him and a smile appears on his face. He reads that she and her friends would be at the bar in 20 minutes. He quickly replies and tunes himself back into Gojo’s conversation.

“So if anything were to happen to you I can at least be there to know your last words.” Gojo says.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later Gojo, goodbye.” Suguru hangs up on his friend and makes a bee line to the in room body mirror. He fixes his hair and the collar of his shirt.

Grabbing his room key and digital camera, Suguru leaves his room to walk quickly to the bar.

As he reached the bar, there was already a barrage of people waiting around in the bar, hanging out, drinking and chatting. Suguru searched the bar for Y/n and her friends.

“Hey Suguru, over here!” Y/n’s voice turns his body to the outside deck immediately spotting her. Suguru goes out onto the deck and approaches the table Y/n was at.

Y/n’s friends were sitting at a table while Y/n was standing at an umbrella table. Suguru waves to her friends, who did the same and finally makes it to Y/n, standing on the other side.

“I’m glad you could come, there’s supposed to be a lantern ceremony happening in a few minutes and I was hoping to see it.” Y/n said. Suguru tilts his head in confusion.

“Lantern ceremony?”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be represent all the things that have happened to you negatively this year and fly away in the candle.” Y/n places her hand under her chin and watches the sunset.

“Hmm.” Suguru hums in thought and then gets an idea. He sees a vendor selling the lanterns and turns to Y/n.

“I’ll be right back.” He says and quickly walks over to the lantern vendor.

After paying for a lantern, Suguru quickly comes back to her and shows Y/n what he had purchased. Y/n raises a brow and looks at him in confusion.

“I thought maybe you’d want to fly one as well.” He says. Suguru watches as she takes the lantern from him, then smiles at him.

“You’re so sweet. You didn’t have to do that, Suguru.” She says shaking her head.

“It’s fine, come on,” he holds out his hand to her.

“I think they’re about to start the ceremony.” Suguru says as he sees groups of people taking their lanterns to the beach.

Y/n places her hand in his and the two walk down the deck to the beach.

Suguru lights the inside of the lantern and holds it out to Y/n, who holds one side of it as Suguru holds the other.

As people counted down from ten, Suguru takes this time to hold her hand and Y/n smiles.

They release the lantern together and the watches as it flies away, like the others it disappeared into the crowd of lanterns and Y/n awed in delight at how many there were.

Using this moment, Suguru asks if he could take her picture and Y/n nods. With the lanterns slowly floating away in the background, Suguru snaps a shot of Y/n’s smiling face.

“What a perfect moment this is.” Y/n says as she goes back to watching the lanterns.

Suguru grins and snaps another shot of her.

“Perfect indeed.”

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Sorry guys it’s not a enemies to lovers one like you guys wanted but I’m tired and this one was ready to be published so yeah, happy Blacktober.

[the-mold-is-coming]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

i know the candles say 02 but it's just tradition of my family to invert the candles

I AM 20 TODAY WOOOO TAXESSSSSSS just kidding not yet

this means imma get the money for the etsy shop soon i hope, time to monetize my failures

THOUGH THE ART ON MY CAKE IS MINE AND I LOVE IT. i COULD MAKE PRINTS IF I KNEW IT WOULD SELL BUT ITS SO HEADCANONED NO ONE WOULD BUY :'>

(BUY MY SHIT)

[mybabysittersnotavampire]

Hi mbavers

As fall approaches I would like to make a post on some of the tips I have for shopping for Halloween decorations :D every year I have a little Halloween sleepover with my friends and I decorate for it so here are the places I recommend shopping besides spirit Halloween because spirit stuff is expensive!

1. Dollar tree! You might think they wouldn’t have much but they have A LOT of various types of Halloween decor, from coloring activities, skull decorations, signs, little pumpkin plushes and some even nicer stuff in the $5 section, dollar tree is my first stop every year.

2. Big lots, they have a lot of creative decor for around $5-$20, they even have bigger stuff if you have the money to spend, like animatronic stuff.

3. Marshall’s/home goods, they have a wide variety of things from candles, baking supplies, pillows and pajamas! I find that if you go to Marshalls it’s better to go before October hits because they get one shipment of Halloween items a few months before Halloween and once it’s gone ITS GONE.

4. Dollar general, they have different things costume wise and decor wise, they also sell things like Halloween candy which of course you need! Lots of goodies at dollar general.

5. Walmart! They have lots of neat stuff at the seasonal isles, last year they had these adorable pretzel stick decorating kits! They have lots of food and decor items.

That’s it mbavers! Have a good fall season and don’t let your friend get a mask stuck to his face and make all of your nightmares come to life.

[shaunamilfman]

Dating Lottie Matthews (part 2)

pre-crash headcanons

thinking about sleeping at Lottie's house and having to spend like 20 minutes blowing out all her fucking candles. i just know she's got some Lexa level candle collection going at all times.

idk if astrology was popular in the 1990s but she was definitely one of the first to jump on that train if it wasn't. "why do you want to know what time was I born???"

100% believe that Lottie can not cook. tried to cook you dinner on a date once and yall had to call for takeout. definitely think she could burn water

definitely think she'd throw a lot of parties. girl has rich parents, a huge house, and almost no supervision. one downside of dating Lottie would be having to clean up after it all so the maids can't sell her out

Lottie has always given me lipgloss vibes tbh. Like the pink sparkling kind that you’d spend forever scrubbing of your face/neck.

i don't feel like Lottie would ever drink all that much, but I think she'd really enjoy the vibes more than anything. I think she'd get a lot of enjoyment out of just hanging out with her drunk/high friends. 

Lottie is shown smoking in the pilot and I think that's so hot of her honestly. The smoking is probably more because of the way alcohol/drugs would mix with her meds though.

Something about sitting on the porch watching Lottie lean against the wall with a cigarette in hand has me in a choke hold. Thinking about Lottie passing you a cigarette with the filter stained from her lipgloss

i feel like her rich parents would definitely make her learn how to play an instrument as a kid, but it was probably something she abandoned after they started pulling away. i'd like to imagine she can still play some very basic songs on a piano or something, but not really anything more complex than that. she'd sell it to you like shes the next Beethoven, but would 100% pull out twinkle twinkle little star

Lottie would spend a lot of effort trying to hide her diagnosis from you as she feels like it's why her parents aren't around anymore. i think even after you found out she would be wary for a while that you'd leave because of it. it's definitely a very important point in cementing your relationship.

I think fashion is a very important part of the way that Lottie expresses herself. Even adult lottie, in the midst of a psychosis, still made time to serve cunt. A lot of Lottie’s life was spent out of her control, and I think the way she dresses is probably one of the few things she could control. I can’t imagine how isolating it would be to grow up the way she did, and I think pre-crash Lottie definitely used her outfit choices to feel like she was fitting in.

I think matching her outfit a bit would make her really happy. Not like full on wearing the same thing, but wearing a shirt with a similar pattern/color maybe. This is part of why I think she would like it if you wore her clothes. Not even necessarily for like possessive reasons, though they definitely play into it, but the idea of you liking her clothes enough to want to wear them yourself.

[beansnsoup]

hii -🍄

can i request a Reader x Fred Weasley

after a tiring week, on his break they plan to spend time together but something happens at the reader's work (maybe in her own store) and now Fred is a needy mess and impatient for cuddles

when she solves the problem (it didn't take long but I'm sure Fred would scoff that she left him for hours) they just hug and piss each other off

just fluff funny and more fluff fluff pleasee

Fred is so bbg

☆

All Love No Jokes

Summary: Diagon Alley has been very busy the past week or two, and it's caused you and your boyfriend Fred to not have a lot of time to yourselves.

Relationship: Romantic

Character: Fred Weasley

Warnings: fem reader, clingy partner??, fluff

"Thank you, please come again!" You say, handing them their bag. They smile at you, waving food bye as they take the bag.

After the customer leaves, you watch more come into the already packed store. You let out a sigh, you haven't seen your boyfriend, Fred, it days.

He and his brother, George, own the joke shop 2 doors down from yours. The three of you met when they first started setting up the shop after they bought it, and you and Fred had an instant connection.

Recently though the stores have been so packed either of you haven't been able to find the time see eachother.

The holidays were just around the corner, so family and friends were scavenging for the perfect gifts. This is the second most busiest time of the year. It's a close runner-up to back to school shopping.

You hear the door ring as it opens, but ignore it since the grandmother is taking forever to choose a gift, so she's been talking to you for the past 20 minutes to help her pick one.

You finally just convince the lady to pick out the necklace from your sister's jewelry line since not a lot of people have been purchasing from her lately.

You check her out and rub your eyes out of frustration. The people piling up in the shop are causing the volume to rise gradually.

"You're a very amazing businesswoman." You hear a familiar voice call out. You turn around to find Fred.

"When did you get in here?" You ask him as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"I squeezed in when you looked like you were going to rip your hair out because of that old lady."

You laughed, "Yeah, but she was really sweet. There's just a lot going on in the store today."

"You should close early, and we'll make a night of it, George will cover for me."

"As good as that sounds, this is the most money I've made in a while, I need this."

He sulks, "Okay love, just so you know, I'll be back at your closing time."

You smile at him as his grasp loosens, "Okay."

He makes his way to the door and sends you a small finger wave. When the door shuts, you suddenly feel empty, and you also find yourself looking at the clock every time you aren't helping a customer.

"Just these, please." You hear someone say thag knocks you away from your trance. You smile at them and start to add up and bagging the items.

The whole situation seems like a blur due to you trying to listen to the ticks of the clock and count them as they go.

Once you finally get the last group of customers out and the clock strikes 6 you lock the door up and run to the back door, swinging it open.

"Well, it's nice to see you too, love." Fred says, you smile at him and pull him in for a kiss. You lead him in, locking the door behind the both of you.

Soon enough, the two of you are in the flat above your shop. "Today was wild, I had a woman yell at me because one of the candles I was selling wasn't a color she liked." You started.

Fred laughed at this, "Well, George got slapped by a 12 year old boy because he couldn't get Puking Pastilles for free."

You laughed at this while he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck, "You okay?" You ask him.

"Yea, just a long day and I missed you."

"I missed you too, I'm contemplating closing the shop tomorrow or the day after to catch a break."

"That'd be nice. We could finally get some alone time." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You cringe and nudge him off you, which is followed by a groan from him. You knew he had a thing for physical touch, and you had a thing for egging it on.

He rubbed your shoulder with his thumb, grazing it up and down. "I missed you."

"I missed you more."

"Wrong, because I missed you most."

I LOVE FRED WEASLEY SM

"Don't start with me."

[dynamic-power]

Gallavich discover farmers markets when they move to the Westside.

Ian has been trying to make sure they're eating healthy, and how can it get healthier than fresh fruits and veg? So when he sees a few stands teeming with produce and people, he drags Mickey with him.

The first time, they only purchase fruits and vegetables and bypass most of the other stands. They go back the next week. And then they go back again.

By the fourth time, they have added fresh local flowers to their weekly purchases. Mickey refuses to admit he likes having them on their dinner table, but eventually he's the one picking out the bouquet.

On their sixth trip, Ian gets distracted by a local soap maker. He spends nearly 20 minutes picking out a scent that he likes. Or rather, that he thinks he'll like on Mickey. When he finds Mickey again, his husband is munching on a bag of homemade jerky.

Ian loses count after that.

They try honeycomb for the first time and buy honey from the local beekeeper. They sample artisan cheese and jams and jellies, and they listen politely to a candle maker as she excitedly explains her process for the fourth week in a row. Ian aquires a taste for tea thanks to the blends made by a middle-aged man who pays far too much attention to his daily horoscopes. They make sure to stop by a bakery stand every time to buy fresh pastries and bread.

Mickey often lingers at a stall run by a man who does leather and woodwork, and Ian places a special order with him for Mickey's birthday; a matching belt and wallet.

By far, their favorite vendors are an old woman and her grandson who sell beanies, scarves, and the like. The old woman is nice enough, if a little forgetful, but it's the grandson, who is their age, that they become friends with. He did time for armed robbery and learned to knit while he was locked up. "I did it 'cause I remembered Nan doing it when I was a kid." Now, it's his business. And his grandma enjoys the excuse to spend time with her grandson.

By the time winter comes around, they've each got a matching hat, scarf, and glove set, there are four varieties of tea besides Mickey's favorite coffee, and they've even purchased a couple candles.

[chu-diaries]

140 days of productivity: day 13/140

I woke up very early for an appointment and it was freezing outside. When I got home, I worked non-stop and finally promoted my scented candles to my friends, family and acquaintances! I was very nervous at first because, as a people-pleaser, I'm afraid of bothering people, but I received a lot of compliments and encouragement from everyone who know me. I already sold some 100g candles and I'm very happy.

In the evening I went to my yoga practice and the postures gave me a headache, so I rested when I got home and studied Korean using my Busuu app — which I thought was terrible, because I don't like studying without taking notes, but it was better than not studying at all.

🌸: day 6/29

💧: 1,5 L

🧘🏻‍♀️: yoga practice (50 min)

🏃🏻‍♀️: 1551 steps

🕯️: worked on selling my candles (6 h)

🪘: 🚫

🇰🇷: I listened to the recent news about South Korea on a new podcast I discovered (2 h) + studied Korean (1 h)

🎧: tempo (live at the exploration) - exo

📺: 🚫

📚: 🚫

🛑: 20 days pick free!!!

💊: vitamin c, omega 3 and iron supplements

[okikeu]

BIJOUX

EIGHT. throw pillows: not for throwing

written — 2.2k words

warnings: strangling, suicidal thoughts (not actually but it sounds a lot like it), yn beats up heeseung

At seven years old, your grandfather had put you into self-defence classes.

By nine years old, you had been blacklisted from every self-defence and martial arts program in the country.

It wasn't that you had done something so egregious that every instructor you had would call the next in a frenzied panic warning of your existence—you'd simply been a little...enthusiastic.

But maybe sending four kids to the ER and knocking your third instructor into a water fountain did garner some short of reprisal.

You didn't learn much during the two short years you were taught (all of the hospitalizations you caused were done with impeccably horrible technique), but when your target walks around like two kids stacked in a trench coat, being good at fighting wouldn't have given you that big of an advantage anyway.

You weren't a violent person in nature, but the universe had some sort of vendetta against you and it decided that today was the day it would act upon it, so a couple of enraged actions had come from your hands as of late.

The first of which was after you'd come to the realization that your company was seconds away from going up in flames.

Okay, maybe not seconds away, but someone definitely left a candle unattended in your office.

With a month and a half left before the announcement of Le Désir's biggest campaign since their 2011 "La Vie en Rose" collection, the lack of a face to adorn the company name was becoming more and more apparent.

Liz's lookbook felt like a Pinterest board that would only exist as soulless inspiration for a vision that would never come to fruition, Yujin's proposal had been collecting dust on your desk for weeks, Yeonjun hadn't even bothered finishing a contract, and paying every other employee became another sore reminder of all the work they weren't able to do yet, simply sitting around, answering emails and gossiping all day about the stale cucumber water in the foyer.

After letting off some steam by threatening to deprive your best employees (and friends) of food, the stroll Sunoo had loosely suggested seemed like a fair idea.

It didn't help—mostly because you had not been clearing your head and instead walked the streets with your eyes peeled for someone to manipulate into becoming a model—and barely 20 minutes later, you were ready to go back to the office.

As you were heading back, a small path you'd neglected to notice earlier peaked out from the line of trees along the sidewalk. In a last ditch effort, you'd ventured down the lily-lined clearing.

It wasn't long before a sparkle slipped through the branches, the spectrum of light bouncing through the air and seeping into the space between matter as you continued on your way. The shimmers grew more harsh against your vision the further you walked until the path fully emerged into a clearing onlooking a punchbowl of shine and crystalline speckles: a lake.

As beautiful as the sun's playdate with the Earth was, the spectacle only reminded you of the diamonds around your wrist, the Le Désir name engraved along the underside branding your skin until your blood pooled at the scene and spelled out Shin Yuna's name.

You were not a violent person, maybe that's why you decided to pick up the first rock you saw and chuck it into the lake instead of at someone.

You were not a violent person, maybe that's why you screamed your hate for Shin Yuna's company into the limitless forest instead of at the poor intern who sent the email confirming their cancellation of the collab.

You were not a violent person, maybe that's why you threw your blazer into the grass and walked into the water hoping it would swallow you whole instead of selling your pride to find a celebrity to work with.

You were not a violent person, maybe that's why the second you recognized the face of the man who saved your life, you jumped on his back instead of strangling him—though, your arms wrapped around his neck probably felt all the same.

"What the hell!" He choked out, his hands prying at your forearms. He whipped himself from side to side in an effort to shake you off, but you simply hooked your ankles together in front of his stomach. "What are you doing—" A grunt. "—I literally just saved your life!"

"Exactly!" You shouted, "Why would you do that?! Now I have to live in this stupid world without my stupid brand deal!"

"What the fuck are you even talking about?!"

Through borderline screaming and exasperated groans, the man finally got you off as he fell backwards onto the sofa, holding you in place beneath his weight.

It didn't take much to push him off, watching him fall to the floor between the couch and the coffee table. You grabbed one of his frilly throw pillows and whacked his shoulder, barely missing his head before deciding you might as well hit him there too.

With a squeal, he covered his head with his arms, barely managing to scramble onto his feet and run into the kitchen.

"Get back here!" You exclaimed, the dampness of your clothes not hindering your agility in the slightest. You ran after him, blocking the one entrance to the kitchen as he trapped himself against the sink.

His hands flew out in front of him as if to stop you from getting closer. His chest rose and deflated rapidly like he'd just ran a 5K and the genuine fear in his eyes was illuminated under the flickering pot lights.

"Please," He heaved out, "I have a wife and kids."

"You have three empty cups of ramen and a framed photo of The Weeknd in your room," You deadpanned, "The only wife and kids you have are the ones on your Octodad play through."

"Oh my gosh, did I leave my computer on?" He asked, his hands falling to his sides again.

"Yeah," You replied, dropping the pillow against your thigh as well, "And how are you only at the aquarium? It said you were like twelve hours in."

"I suck at mouse controls—" His annoyed explanation halted itself as his eyes fell on you again. "Wait, shut up, you just jumped me in my own apartment—"

"Do you want me to continue?"

"No!" He shouted, "I-I mean, no. But, I think I deserve an explanation or something?"

You shrugged. "I had a rough day, found that lake, went into said lake, and then your nosey ass thought it was a good idea to pull me out and make me live another dreadful day full of corporate captivity."

"You're talking as if I have any idea who you are—"

You didn't hear a single word that escaped his mouth as your arm swung the pillow at him again.

Maybe those self-defence classes did actually teach you something, because a second later, the man was on the ground.

"Stop moving."

The man winced again as you swiped another drop of hydrogen peroxide along his cheekbone. Every time he flinched, your finger would land the chemical on his nose instead, and the delicate swoop of its bridge was glistening at this point.

Your lips pursed together as you focused on picking away the dried blood and fully coating the shallow gash on his face. You hadn't intended to send him flying to the tiled floor, and you certainly hadn't meant to make him nick his cheek on a part of the glass tile that had chipped off.

The mindless rage you'd felt towards the mystery man quickly dissolved between the feathers of the throw pillow you'd misused for actual throwing. As he rolled onto his back, his hand clutching the side of his face as it contorted out of your full view, your stomach filled with limestone bricks and your airways cleared until your breathing sounded like an echo.

The pillow fell to the floor at the entrance as you fell to your knees by his side.

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

"I mean, probably," He groaned, "But I'm gonna say 'no' to make you feel worse."

And it worked, because here you were ten minutes later, patching up the cut you gave him.

Your clothes were barely dry, and you tried to avoid getting your half-drenched sleeves on his face as you cleaned him up.

You flattened a butterfly bandage over the wound, your fingers crowding on his cheek to make sure the adhesive didn't latch onto itself or crinkle on his skin. As you pulled away the paper, you let your eyes rest from the staring contest they'd started with his freckled face. They decided to settle on the man's eyes, wide as they looked up at you with an innocence akin to a baby deer. A smile etched its way onto your lips.

You looked away to throw out the wrapper and took a seat on the closed toilet, right next to where he sat on the edge of the bathtub.

You had finished atoning for your attack, yet neither of you made an effort to signal that. Instead, you sat in silence, waiting for your involuntary host to welcome the next idea.

But he never did.

"So," You began, trying to ease some of the indecision, "Why did you go after me? In the water?"

The man shrugged. "Isn't that just like...what anyone would do? You see someone in danger, so you help."

You nodded, opening your mouth to speak but being cut off before you even knew what you were going to say. The man crossed his arms over his stomach and raised his eyebrows, glaring at the floor as he said, "They're usually more appreciative of it, though."

Your lips snapped shut again before you scoffed. "I wasn't in danger."

"You were drowning."

"I was taking a dip," You defended, "For an extended period of time."

"Whatever," He groaned.

As the man softly poked at the bandage on his cheek, his attention on the bathmat on the floor, your phone vibrated in your pocket; The man must have picked it up for you because it was laying next to you when you'd woken up.

RYUJIN: your location is off, where r u?

everyone is worried, especially liz

ok that was a lie its jay

but i thought you might come back sooner if it was liz

"Is someone looking for you?"

Your head shot up at the man's crackly voice, his focus on you for the first time since you'd sat down. You cleared your throat. "Yeah."

As much as you wanted to run away from all of your responsibilities and trash your company, people were counting on you. You'd forgotten about that.

"Maybe," You mumbled, "I do appreciate you pulling me out."

For the first time since you'd met him, the man smiled—genuinely smiled. His lips thinned out against his teeth as his smile lines defined themselves in his skin as a way of saying 'you're welcome'.

Happiness looked good on him. You felt bad for almost robbing yourself of the opportunity to see it.

Your eyebrows quirked up as you watched his grin fall back into his normal visage. "What's your name, anyways?"

The man hesitated for a moment, but eventually breathed out an answer, "Heeseung."

"Heeseung," You repeated, testing the name out on your tongue. It slipped between your teeth and fell back on your ears with ease. "I like it."

"Thanks?" He said, "What about you?"

"Y/N," You quickly replied.

"Well, nice to meet you, Y/N." Heeseung smiled. "Now, could we please get out of my bathroom?"

With a quick quip of agreement, the two of you stood up to head back out. Heeseung lead the way, and you couldn't help but admire the way his shoulders straightened out as he passed through the door.

You hadn't noticed it from the way he practically folded in on himself and made himself smaller earlier, but he was quite tall as well, his head barely scrapping by the door frames—though, he did have unusually low ceilings.

And as Heeseung lead you back to the living room, the gears in your brain started moving again, clinking into place and pulling strings around until a sentence formed in your throat.

Ingenuous yet ardent eyes, broad shoulders, impressive height, defined facial features—holy shit.

You'd spent two weeks mulling over your dilemma. All of your employees had bent backwards to solve your issue, you hadn't gotten more than two hours of sleep in 14 days, and every corner of your mind had been plagued with the absence of the most important aspect of the project.

And all you had to do this entire time was try to drown.

Perhaps God felt bad for you, or maybe this was always how things were supposed to work out, but either way, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of your shoulders.

He was right here the whole time, right here with his twin sized bed that his feet definitely dangled off of, with his figurines of characters intended for children, and without any sense of how to carry himself.

"Heeseung?"

He hummed, looking up at you standing in the open space between the hall and the living room as he sat down on the sofa.

"Have you ever modelled before?"

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SYNOPSIS. The fashion industry is difficult, so when the CEO of Korea's finest, luxury fashion brand, Le Désir, loses the most important ambassador of her career, her life is pretty much over. That is, until she finds a face that makes her previous fumble look like a simple marketing scheme.

taglist! @heeheesang @choppedballoondetective @kang-ulzzang @jakeyverse @randomanothercreature @ohsehunskz

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i (20'sx) sold/pawned an expensive pair of earrings my grandmother gave me?

context is that my parents are divorced, and have been for a long time. my father's family is wealthy, like "boats, holiday houses, horseback lessons, and trips to europe" wealthy. my mother's family is a pretty normal working class to middle class family, she still rents her house in her fifties, still works (my dad is retired) and works long hours, college debt, etc.

my relationship with my dad is a bit strained because i'm an insane melodramatic faggy rich failson. i do, however, have a pretty positive relationship with the rest of his family. the best of these is with my grandmother, who i love very much and hang out with frequently. she's awesome, very nonjudgemental and has supported me in my queerness and general weirdness since day one, and i'm very thankful to still have a grandmother who's still alive and i can talk to and do stuff with.

occasionally when i come over to hang out with my grandmother, she'll randomly (and very casually) drop really expensive gifts on me. in the past she's given me art pieces, expensive candles, gift cards, money, clothes, makeup, "just because", or because she says that she has too much stuff and wants to get rid of some of it as she ages. i don't think it's because our relationship is codependent or anything, she has a wide circle of friends and supportive family, i think she just likes to be generous.

i came over to her house the other day to have lunch with her, watch some netflix, and help her with her wifi and printer, and she told me that she had some stuff she wanted to give me. i wear and make jewelry and alter clothes, and so she said that she wanted me to look through some of her older jewelry that she doesn't wear and see if there was anything that i might like to have or recycle into my own projects.

while we were looking through her jewelry, she gave me a pair of diamond earrings. i briefly thought, "are these real?", but quickly moved on. it wasn't until later that she told me that they were real and probably worth upwards of five thousand dollars (holy shit), but that she wanted me to have them. not much sentimental value from what i understand, she said she just hasn't worn them in years.

i feel guilty because one of my immediate thoughts was "this money would be really useful for some practical stuff like apartment hunting (i'm in the process of moving), rent, food, car stuff, credit card payments, medication/testosterone payments, etc.". i also feel like it's impolite to immediately turn around and sell a gift someone else gave you out of the kindness of their heart. i also suspect that sometimes she gives me expensive things "casually", but that inside they do actually mean something to her and she's giving them to me because she trusts me. on the other hand though, some money would be super useful, especially for practical things (listed above), giving to community, doting on my boyfriend, putting into savings, etc.

tldr: rich grandma gave me a few thousand dollar pair of earrings, would i be the asshole if i sold them to use on life expenses/put in savings?

What are these acronyms?

[yannasims4]

Hi :) I'm continuing with the fall-themed furniture CC, in honor of my favorite season.❤ It's also the first time I successfully created plants after struggling with several past attempts. (I might have done a little happy dance, but don't tell anyone, lol).

You can download this set for free on CurseForge: https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/build-buy/autumn-bathroom-set

Or directly from my Patreon post: https://www.patreon.com/posts/autumn-bathroom-114304632

The set includes 10 items:

Bathtub | 6 swatches | Poly Count: 1032 highest LOD

Bathtub tray with 5 small deco slots | 8 swatches | Poly count: 46 highest LOD

Candle | 6 swatches | Poly count: 174 highest LOD

Hair mask | 10 swatches | Poly count: 398 highest LOD

Hand cream | 10 swatches | Poly count: 782 highest LOD

Mirror | 13 swatches | Poly count: 342 highest LOD

Sink with 6 small and 2 medium deco slots | 20 swatches | Poly count: 678 highest LOD

Small plant | 8 swatches | Poly count: 510 highest LOD

Tall plant | 8 swatches | Poly count: 118 highest LOD

Towel | 18 swatches| Poly count: 94 highest LOD

All of them are Base Game compatible and have different poly counts for each LOD.

❤ Use the Set Color And Intensity option when you click on the candle in Live Mode to change the way it lights up to your preference.

❤ Use the bb.moveobjects code to place the tray on the bathtub. The tub is still functional with it, as you can see on the pictures below.

❤ Please don't modify, reupload, sell or claim my meshes as your own.

❤ If you'd like to support me, you can get EARLY ACCESS of my CC on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/YannaSims4CC

Thank you :)