#how to completely destroy your expensive car

[ahmedfamily32]

Please don't skip it !!🇵🇸🍉

My little son Bahaa I can't believe what happened How will I tell him that he lost his room, his toys and his new bag.. How will I tell him that I tried to search under the rubble for the remains of his toys that he dreams of returning home to play with... Bahaa is 5 years old How will he understand all this.. He loves playing, writing and drawing Now he has no home, no playroom, no writing, no drawing, no education... I want to register Bahaa in a kindergarten so that he can write, draw and play again... He needs new clothes and a bag, notebooks, pens and drawings for the kindergarten in order to register him Help Bahaa

Here is my campaign link:

Any small donation can make a difference 🍉

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Thank you so much for any support you can provide 💖.🌹

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Kindergarten fees are very expensive and I have even more expenses because my house was completely destroyed and I don't have anything and we don't have anything... I can't make up for all of this at once.

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Kindergarten fees $600

Books $100

Kindergarten clothes $150

Shoes $50

Car $200

Table and chair $100

Food allowance $300

Transportation $500

Help Baha achieve his goal and buy what he needs to complete his studies.🙏😭

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Oh my God..there are no donations ,🥺🥺

My dear child, what misery this is ,😭😭

He asks me all the time what we are going to do, dad

I'm sad for you, baby

[zombiewidow]

DUMB MUTT

Owner!Wanda x Fem!Puppy!Reader

tw: collar and leash, slapping, degrading, praises, hair pulling, boot/heel riding, no orgasms

Wanda had been at work for most of the day and hadn’t returned home to until the late evening. You could hear the jangle of the keys in the front door before it gently swung open to reveal your Owner, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit paired with a fine pair of black heels to match.

You sat patiently in the hallway that leas to the front door with your floppy ears perked up and your tail wagging wildly behind you. You bit your lip to hold yourself back, it was common for you to get too excited and start whining and whimpering which Wanda either found adorable or highly annoying after a long day.

“Mama.” You called out to your Owner, crawling slowly towards her. Although she was fashionably late, her hair was tied up and slightly disheveled.

“Oh Puppy,” She called out, crouching down to your level after putting her car keys and jacket away. “How’s my little Puppy,hm?” She reached out to scratch behind your ears, smiling with exhaustion as she watched your tail bang against the wall.

“Happy now youre home.” You answered, licking your cheek and sniffing her to ensure no other Puppies had taken her for claim. “Is Mama okay?” She only nodded. Pulling away slightly to untie her hair and let those beautiful red locks that you loved so much drape down her back and frame her face. “How about we head to bed? You can sleep with Mama tonight.”

You whimpered excitedly and crawled to the bedroom that you occasionally shared with Wanda, pushing open the door with your head and picking up a toy,that had been left in there previously, with your mouth. However, when Wanda followed swiftly behind you, her mouth fell agape as she glanced around the half destroyed bedroom.

The blankets were shoved off the bed, the pillows were slightly ripped allowing the feathers inside to flutter around the room and the duvet was covered in a mixture of mud and drool. She forgot to close the door properly. “Puppy.” She whispered in shock, her eyes darkening with both annoyance and anger. Wanda was exhausted beyond belief, her day had been terrible due to people nagging her ear off and not completing tasks correctly which meant she had to do it all herself. But this. This was her tipping point.

Wanda, with towering rage, gripped your collar to throw you off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. A painful whimper and wince filled the room as your knees hit the wood below. “Stupid fucking mutt!” Wanda shouted with frustration, tugging on your collar once more to lift your head up. “You pathetic and stupid dog.”

Your bottom lip quivered as you made eye contact with your owner, your frightened eyes welled up with tears as Wanda glared down at you with disgust and resentment. “I- Mama i’m sorry…” You whimpered out, an audible tremble in your voice as you tried to hold yourself together.

Wanda had only been this mad once before and that was because you chewed her favourite and most expensive pair of shoes. But even then, she never manhandled you or belittled you this much. “Oh you’re sorry?” She hissed, slapping you across the face with a hard flick of the wrist causing your ear to ring. “I am frankly exhausted from today and my dumb animal of a pet decided to make it worse!” Her voice was loud and laced with venomous words.

“Mama-“ She quickly shut you up as she let go of your collar and gripped your hair instead, tangling her fingers in your locks with a firm twist that made the follicles sting. “Mindless fucking animal.”

Your Owner, with most of her strength, pushed you away as she let go of your hair and rubbed her forehead. You dipped your head as you tried to hide your tears that ran down your face, your body trembling and your tail tucked between your legs as you sniffled.

“You don’t get to be upset.” She quipped, shaking her head as she walked out the bedroom suddenly. Your heart sank as she left, the dreadful thought of her leaving you and never coming back because you tore up her bedsheets filled your mind. But as you were about to open your mouth, she finally came back with a leash. “Get undressed.”

You gulped and started to undress without hesitation knowing if you did this punishment would be a lot worse than it was going to be. “Faster, mutt.” Wanda demanded, stepping closer and kneeling down to rip off your clothes. “Don’t take your fucking time while all i’ve done today is fucking wait!”

She threw your shredded clothes aside and clipped the leash to your collar, standing up to look down at you. The lack of sympathy and respect was evident in her eyes as you knelt there, all tear eyed and bare before her.

“Here.” The red head snapped her fingers as she sat on the edge of the bed, pointing to the floor between her legs. “Now.” She tugged your leash.

You swiftly crawled towards her, kneeling at her feet with your back straight and your hands on your thighs. “Look at me.” And you did. “Who’s a pathetic excuse of a pet?”

“I am.” You replied with certainty, shifting on your knees before she slapped you again. “Who’s a bad girl?”

“I am, Mama.” You shifted once more to give your tail the opportunity to tuck itself between your legs. “You think tearing up my bed is acceptable?”

“I-“ SLAP. The evidence of punishment was being to form on your face, bright red and harsh outlines of fingers had plastered themselves on your skin. “It’s a yes or no question.”

“No.”

“Do you see me wrecking your crate, hm? Throwing out all the pillows and shredding up your toys?” Wanda tilted her head and pulling your leash. “Hm?”

“No.” You whispered. You dipped your head again in shame, still now, in this situation, you had now idea why you ripped up her pillows and threw her blankets on the floor. You knew it wasn’t acceptable to go into your Owner’s room without permission so why did you do?

“Silly Puppy.” She whispered back softly, stroking your head and playing with your ears. Her soft and sweet tone of voice paired with the gentle touch to your ears was a stark contrast to what she was doing to you before. It made your head fuzzy. “Silly Puppy needs a punishment hm? I think Mama has the perfect punishment for you.”

She tapped her foot on the floor and narrowed her eyes, a silent order for you to straddle her heeled foot. The perfectly polished heel reflected your glistening pussy perfectly. “Aww, the dumb mutt is getting off on this abuse hm? Is that why you did it? You wanted Mama to be rough with you?”

Your body shivered and filled with goosebumps at her accusation, maybe she was right? She had been awfully soft and gentle with you these past few days of intimacy but even then you could have just asked her to be rougher without ruining furniture.

“Too dumb to reply.” Your Owner sighed, lifting her heel up to push it against your folds. “You’re thinking with your pussy again and we haven’t even started.” You flinched and whined as her cold shoe hit your sensitive skin. “Please- i’m sorry.” You finally managed to say, accidentally bucking your hips.

“This is meant to be a punishment, Puppy.” She reminded you with a smirk, tapping the tip of her heel against your clit which made you shudder and gasp. “Pathetic. Grind on your Owner’s shoe, Little one. Go on.”

With permission you confidently and with need started to hump her shoe, biting your lip as you arched your hips slightly to rub your clit against the heel between your legs, small moans filling the room. You grip her leg as your hips sped up, whimpering as your wetness leaves evidence of your arousal on her shoe. “Good girl.” She praised, scratching behind your adorable floppy ears while you stuck your tongue out to pant and continue your actions like a dog in heat.

Wanda continued to pet you, changing between scratching your ears and stroking your hair as she watched you grind on her foot. Her eyes glowed with arousal and smugness, the way you whimpered and drooled on yourself made her panties wet but, she wouldn’t dare tell you that. Your hips rocked and stuttered with each bump against your clit, wrapping your arm around her leg for stability as your orgasm was growing embarrassingly fast.

“You close Puppy? You wanna make more of a mess on your Owner’s nice shoes hm?” She teased, her voice filled with mockery and fake sympathy. “You want to cum for me?” You nodded, the wire connected to your brain and mouth short circuited causing you let out a needy mewl.

“Hold it, Pup.” She whispered, pulling on your leash that continued to be wrapped around her fist. “No cumming without my permission.”

“Please-“ You choke out, your body trembling as your thighs twitched with anticipation and want. “Please, Mama! I’m close-“

“Lift your hips.” Wanda commanded with a firm tone which you relentlessly complied with a groan of sexual frustration. “It’s a punishment remember, bad puppies dont deserve to cum.” The redhead said with a smirk, tapping your cheek with taunt. “Now lick my shoe clean.”

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AUTHORS NOTE:

i literally thought of this when i was… edging myself two days ago 😀 tmi? probably. anyways please forgive me if this is ropey… i did warn ya’ll that my smut is not on its A game these days. ITS ALSO NOT PROOF READ

[ihab-abuowkal]

My name is ihab, I am from Gaza, I am a 38-year-old father of four children , My story began on the 7th of October 2023. After this date I lost everything (my home, my work , my car), My family, and I went of hell as shelling and bombing haven't stopped even for one day. But this series of suffering couldn’t stop.

1- My children as the UN schools of my children were demolished, and there is no way for them to study again in Gaza. As important point my children were genius students and their dreams faded away.

2- I lost my own company . that I built step by step , IT company and workplaces .MY company had free workshops for serve society to decrease unemployment through freelancing .

3- I lost my warm and beautiful house. which bombed and destroyed

We got out miraculously to EGYPT, But we are suffering in EGYPT , and life couldn’t continue smoothly with us because we haven’t Egyptian residency . according to Egyptian granting laws , there for :

1- MY children can’t go to schools and complete their education . I can’t stand their question about when they can go to school as others , two years without education.

2- I can’t have chance to work in Egypt and have a job , My family is suffering from decreasing of basic needs of life (home, food, supplies, and medical necessities)

To stop this suffering we must leave EGYPT to any country that give Palestinians the residence as Turkey, Malaysia, Oman …atc through the residency I can work and my children continue their education .

The donations will be used to:

- Cover the costs of leave egypt for all family members.

- Secure temporary housing and provide basic necessities such as food, water, and medical supplies once wev are leave.

- Assist with initial resettlement expenses until we can find permanent solutions.

I am the father who struggles to achieve a safer future for his children . I hope you can save me and my family from this hell.

Time is of the essence, and we urgently need to raise money to ensure the safe passage and future of my family. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a significant difference in our lives. We appreciate your support and generosity and thank everyone who can help or share our story.

With all appreciation and thanks,

Ihab

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured V

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Summary: The next day

The day that Alba takes you is the worst day of Alexia's life which says a lot.

For a long time, the worst day of her life was tearing her ACL, the time before that was when her father died but even those moments have been taken over by Alba taking you away from her.

Alexia slept outside your bedroom door that night, adamant that you would open it when you thought everyone was in bed. She didn't have much of a plan after that apart from grabbing you before you noticed her and not letting you go ever again.

But you don't open your door until Alba arrives early the next day.

You shrug off Alexia when she tries to reach for you, whining and crying until Alba picks you up. You're still in yesterday's clothes and no matter how much Alexia begs, you don't even acknowledge that she's speaking to you.

Alba doesn't talk to her either and both sisters are caught in a standoff that forces Olga to pack your bag.

No word is spoken by either you or Alba even as Alexia rants and raves and begs until the front door swings shut behind you.

That's when she really breaks down, crumbling to the floor as she sobs.

Your bedroom door is left open and Alexia can peer inside, clearly seeing where you've destroyed things last night.

Your trains are knocked over. Your ballet pumps are strewn around the room. Your bedsheets and pillows are bundled up in your wardrobe like you slept in there last night rather than your bed.

There was a picture of you and Alexia that lived on your bedside table. You're a newborn in it, lying on Alexia's chest. The labour had been gruelling - thirteen long hours - and Alexia's face is all red. You're red too but completely content. The picture's lived there for as long as Alexia can remember until now.

It lies on the floor, the frame completely broken and unsalvageable. The picture is ruined too, a big rip right down the middle until one half features just Alexia and the other half features you.

"Ale," Olga says softly," I'm...I'm going to call you in sick, okay?"

Alexia shakes her head, wiping away her tears. "No," She insists," I'm going in to train."

"Ale-"

"No."

The radio doesn't get turned on when Alexia drives to her recovery session. She drives in silence, stewing about it all as she pulls into the car park.

It's clear to everyone that she's in a mood which is a little strange seeing as they won the Copa De La Reina last night. No one seems to want to approach.

No one except Mapi, despite Ingrid's hushed warnings.

"So, which one did she choose?"

The words shock Alexia, who nearly drops her shirt. "What?"

Mapi frowns. "Did you not let her choose this time? That's so mean, Ale. Did she at least like the one you got her?"

"Mapi, what are you talking about?"

Mapi rolls her eyes. "The train? You always let y/n choose a new train when we win a trophy. Which one was it this time? Last time I saw her she talked about wanting this fancy red one that you could take the top off to put little people in the cars. Was it stupidly expensive? Is that why you didn't let her choose?"

Alexia clenches her fist at the reminder. She can't think of the last time she bought you a new train. She used to buy one every week. Its all you ever ask for but she can't remember the last one she gave you.

Was it the green one at Christmas or the black one at new years?

No, it can't have been then because she got you a big train set before Jaume was born, wrapped up and placed in the cupboard to give to you the day of Jaume's birth.

But...

Alexia can't remember seeing it in your room this morning.

When recovery is over, she nearly tears the cupboard door off its hinges.

The present is still there, a thick layer of dust covering the pristine packaging and Alexia sobs all over again.

She's in her car before she knows and is banging on Alba's door before she can stop herself.

"Go away!" Her sister snarls.

"Let me in!"

"No! Go away!"

"I want to see her!"

"Fuck off, Alexia! And get lost! You're not coming anywhere near that little girl!"

"She's my daughter! You've kidnapped her! Move!"

Alba looks ready to throw hands again but so is Alexia. She knows that she's got a long way to go but she's got the present from Jaume's birth in the backseat and the train you told Mapi you wanted.

"Kidnapped," Alba scoffs," That's rich. You've been neglecting her! You're lucky I didn't call the police on you!"

"Watch it," Alexia snaps," This is what you wanted, wasn't it? For me to take notice? Job done! I've noticed! Give me Bambi!"

"Over my-"

Alba breaks off as the pitter-patter of little feet sound behind her. She turns, blocking Alexia from your view as you come running towards her.

"Tia! Tia!"

"Hey, bambi. What have you got there?"

"Me and you! I painted it!"

Alba smiles, gently cupping your cheeks as she presses a soft kiss to your forehead. She keeps her body between you and Alexia, desperate to make sure you don't notice.

"It's so beautiful. Why don't you go and put away your paints and then we can put it up on the fridge?"

"Okay."

You run off again and Alba goes to shut the door.

Alexia wedges her foot between it and the frame.

"I'm not leaving," She insists," Not without Bambi."

"Go back to your precious son," Alba hisses," You're not going anywhere near her."

Alexia doesn't exactly have a plan. All she wants is to grab you and take you home. She'll give you your new trains and not let you out of her sight for the rest of your life.

"Alexia Putellas Segura!"

She turns slowly to see her mother walking up the driveway, a face like thunder.

"Mama-"

"No!"

She falls silent.

"Go."

"Alba-"

"Alexia, I will not ask again. Go home to Olga and Jaume. Your presence will do Bambi no good."

Tears water in her eyes. "Mama, I'm trying. I will be better, I promise. Please."

"Alexia." Her mother's voice softens ever so slightly but it's clear she's not going to budge. "This will not be good for Bambi. Go home, reflect and we will sort out a day where you can see her again."

"I want to see her now." Her voice cracks. "Please, Mama, she's only little."

"Go home, Alexia," Eli says," Hold your son but go home and do not come back until you are invited. This is hard on you, yes, but it is much harder on your daughter. Something like this does not happen overnight."

"Mama, I will do anything. Just, please, I need to see her."

"I have already made my decision. You will not be seeing Bambi until I have been told what has happened from her mouth. You will go home and think about your actions. If I don't think your presence will help then you will not see her."

"She's a baby, Mama," Alexia sobs with no shame," I..."

"I know," Eli says," I know, Alexia but we need to start doing what is right for her, not just what is right for you. So, go home while I talk to Bambi and we will see where this goes."

Alexia sniffles and wipes her tears. "I...I have trains for her, in my car..."

"I'll give them to her."

You're sitting in front of a train set when Eli walks in.

She didn't really want to believe it when Alba called this morning, telling her that Alexia had been neglecting you. She hadn't wanted to believe it when Alba said that she had taken you away but seeing Alexia a few minutes ago had made this all clear.

"Do you have room for more trains?"

You look up. "Abuela!"

"Hola, Bambi." She sits down next to you. "I've missed you."

The look on your face is heartbreaking. You look so excited, like you can't quite believe that someone has missed you.

"Really?"

"Of course. I always miss my favourite little girl."

Your face clouds with something that Eli can't quite work out and you say softly," Mami used to call me that."

Eli's heart cracks completely at your words and she has to resist the urge to cry herself. "I hear that you are staying with your tia for a few days."

Alba hovers uncertainly nearby, shifting on her feet even though her eyes are still glued to the windows looking out on the driveway. Eli doesn't have to look to know that Alexia hasn't driven away yet.

She knows that she won't be coming in but leaving and driving back home makes it certain. Eli isn't sure that Alexia wants to admit that just yet.

You nod, looking back down at your trains. The set-up isn't as elaborate as the one you have at home but it's still quite big. You make little chugging noises with your mouth before speaking," Tia Alba says we can go to the beach tomorrow and that I don't have to go to nursery!" Your face goes cloudy again. and you mood drops "I got forgot at nursery yesterday."

Eli hums. "And how did that make you feel?"

Your bottom lip wobbles and Eli doesn't want to push but she needs to know so she can fix this. She wants this to be salvageable. She doesn't want to give Alexia hope that this can be fixed if it can't be. She doesn't want to force you to reconcile if it'll cause more harm than good.

"Mami loves Jaume," You say, face scrunching up," And Miss Olga. They're her family."

Tears spill down your cheeks.

"Your Mami loves you too," Eli promises, feeling her chest go tight," Even if she forgets."

"No, she doesn't," You shake your head," I..." You like around wildly like you're scared. "I...I love Mami but she doesn't love me."

"She does," Eli insists," You are so loved, Bambi. Your Mami is having a bit of a stumble but she does love you."

It's clear that you don't believe her.

"Mami wanted Jaume. She didn't want me."

Eli chokes out a breath. "Who told you that?! Bambi, who said that to you?!"

Your conception was always a difficult subject to breach. Alexia had gotten drunk, slept with someone and woke up with no memory of the experience. She ended up pregnant though, with you.

It wasn't something that they ever told you. All you had ever been told was that you were loved. No one ever wanted to label you as a mistake or unwanted.

It was one of Alexia's deepest shames. She'd always told you that she chose your daddy, that she spent hours and hours choosing the perfect one. She had never wanted to tell you that you were an accident no matter how many times Eli had told her you would find out one day.

To you, you were chosen. Alexia chose to have you, to make you a part of her life. To you, you and Jaume have the same daddy because Alexia chose yours.

Eli should have known this would come out eventually, no matter what Alexia had told her.

More tears flow down your cheeks.

"Was an accident," You sniffle," Didn't mean to listen in. Was meant to be sleeping. Mami was talking to her friends-"

"What did Alexia say, bambi?" Alba's voice is harsh and Eli could never imagine this is what her family would come to.

Two sisters on warring sides and one little girl used as the rope in this tug of war.

"Said that Jaume was planned. Does that mean I wasn't? That I wasn't wanted like him?"

"I'm going to kill her," Alba declares. If she squints, she can just make out Alexia sobbing into her steering wheel. "I'm going to kill her."

"Alba," Eli says," Calm down. Go and make some snacks but do not attack your sister."

"Abuela? Does that mean Mami didn't want me?"

Eli doesn't want to have this conversation. She's never wanted to have this conversation, to have you question your position in this family. She wants to tell you that just because you weren't planned doesn't mean that you weren't wanted. She wants to tell you that you were so wanted by everyone in this room the moment they found out about you.

But, somehow, she doesn't think that will help.

What you want is assurance from Alexia but Eli doesn't trust her eldest daughter with you right now.

It's a horrible thing to admit but it's so easy to see that Alexia adores Jaume. It has always been a little harder to see Alexia's love for you.

Eli doesn't trust Alexia with you in the slightest and she hates that. She hates how splintered her family has become. She can hear Alba pacing in the kitchen and she can make out Alexia still in the driveway, sobbing.

"Your Mami..." She sighs. "I wanted you and your Tia Alba wanted you. You are so loved and so wanted by everyone in the family, Bambi. Do you trust me?"

You nod.

"I'm going to be staying with you and your Tia for a few days and I'm going to make everything better."

"Is Mami and Miss Olga and baby Jaume coming over?"

"Do you want them to?"

"No."

"Then they won't. Your Mami did give me something to give to you, though. They're presents from her."

"Why?"

Eli doesn't want to think about this. She doesn't want to think about why you're even questioning Alexia giving you presents. Every weekend at the end of Alexia's matches, she used to take you to the model train store near your house.

Eli used to be forced to go too and Alexia would let you pick out a new train simply as a present, a gift for being her favourite girl in the entire world.

You were singlehandedly keeping that store in business and the old man that ran it even kept it open late if the match ran over. It used to be your favourite time of the week.

If you're asking her why you're getting presents all of a sudden, Eli doesn't want to think about how long it's been since you must have set foot in that store.

Her voice cracks. "Because you're her favourite girl in the entire world."

She pushes them both towards you.

One of them is covered in wrapping paper so Eli can't tell what it is but she recognises the second one.

It's a red train that you'd been eyeing up since the last time Eli went to the train store with you and your Mami almost a whole year ago. It's big and comes with its own train track and little people.

It's based on those fancy trains that serve afternoon tea and cakes because each of the train cars can have their roofs taken off to place the little people figures inside to enjoy their lunches.

It's stupidly expensive, seven-hundred euros and Eli remembers you telling her that Alexia had promised it to you for your birthday. But your birthday came and went a month ago so to see it now means you didn't get it then.

You don't reach out to tear off the wrapping paper of the first present but you do tentatively touch the front of the box of the train you've been begging for.

More tears then Eli thought possible drops down your cheeks.

"I don't want it," You say eventually," I don't want them, Abuela. I don't!"

"Okay, okay," Eli hushes you softly," I'll take them away, Bambi."

You climb into her lap and sob and Eli wants nothing more than to heal all your pain and stop this but even that sounds too difficult to do. She'd hoped that this was all some big understanding but it's clear that this runs deep, that this isn't something that can be fixed quite so easily.

It's clear that Alba has made the right choice though, to take you away from Alexia and the mess of your home.

Eli had been worried when Alexia had named her as your godmother but it was clearly the right decision. She doesn't want to think about what could have happened if you had been left there any longer.

"Abuela?" You say and the next words out of your mouth are the worst things Eli has ever heard," Do you think Mami would be happier if she didn't have me?"

[emilsendo]

Nsfw! Alphabet

Switch!Sanzu Haruchiyo X Dom!Male Reader

Type: Smut

Request: nope

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Obsession themes, heavy kink energy, toys, psychopathic behavior, messy, rather rough sex, swearing, degradation, stimulation, swallowing, (mentions of blindfolding, tying up,), risky sex, Painplay! Breathplay! KnifePlay! Ownership! Corruption and control! Oral(receiving and giving), anal, etc.

A — Aftercare

Either clingy or completely silent. Depends on how deep you pushed him. If he’s totally wrecked, he’ll curl into your chest and mumble things like, "Don’t leave me." But other times, he just lights a cigarette with trembling fingers, staring at the ceiling, still shaking from it.

B — Body Part

On you: Your voice. He gets instantly hard when you growl his name, especially if you’re holding his throat or whispering filth in his ear.

On himself: His scars. He secretly gets off on you tracing them with your fingers or tongue—makes him feel claimed.

C — Cum

A total cumslut. He wants it in him, on him, multiple times. He’ll say things like, "Mark me. Paint me. Fill me."

He also gets so turned on when you cum on his tongue and make him swallow without breaking eye contact.

D — Dirty Secret

He’s fantasized about you tying him up, blindfolding him, and leaving him at your mercy all night. He craves the helplessness—but only when it’s you. You’re the only one he trusts enough to let him fall apart.

E — Experience

Plenty. But it’s all meaningless until you. Sanzu knows how to fuck, but you’re the only one who makes him feel. That’s why he can’t stop crawling back.

F — Favorite Position

Either bent over something expensive (desk, car, bar counter)—or riding you while holding a gun to his own head, moaning like a psycho. He’ll say, "Bet you’d hate losing me, huh? Then fuck me like you mean it."

G — Goofy

Almost never. But he’ll laugh during sex—not at you, just from the sheer overstimulation. It's unhinged, breathless laughter between broken moans. That "I’m losing my mind and it feels so fucking good" type.

H — Hair

Trimmed but often messy. He doesn’t care until you grab it. Pull it, fist it, shove his face down—he’ll melt instantly.

I — Intimacy

Hidden beneath obsession. Sanzu doesn’t say "I love you"—he proves it by letting you destroy him. Letting you see his scars. His tears. His need. Intimacy for him is you holding him after he breaks.

J — Jack-off

He does—but it’s always violent and fast, like he’s angry at himself for needing it. He’ll send you videos of it, though—bit lip, flushed face, whispering your name while choking on his own moans.

K — Kinks

Breathplay & Knifeplay – Loves the fear. Loves the trust.

Ownership – Collars, marks, your name on him. He belongs to you.

Degradation – "You’re just a needy little cumdump, huh?" He’ll nod.

Corruption & Control – Letting go. Letting you make him yours.

Painplay – Scratches, slaps, overstimulation. Bruise him up. He begs for it.

L — Location

Private—but dangerous. He’ll drag you to his penthouse, his office, the backseat of a Bonten car, just to get ruined. Something about expensive surroundings makes it hotter when he’s reduced to a shaking mess.

M — Motivation

You saying "on your knees." You grabbing his jaw. You giving one command in that voice—and he’s gone.

Sometimes he’ll provoke you on purpose just to get pinned and punished.

N — No

Won’t play submission games with anyone else. You’re the only one allowed to top him. If someone else tries? Blood will be spilled.

O — Oral

Insatiable. He gives the nastiest, messiest head you’ve ever had. Sloppy, wet, filthy sounds. Loves when you grip his hair and use his throat.

Receiving? He’ll cry if you tongue him while fingering him open slowly.

P — Pace

With you in charge? He wants it slow and deep—make him feel owned. But if you ever let him take control (rare), he rides you fast and wild, making eye contact the whole time with that high-pitched moan of his.

Q — Quickies

Yes. Before Bonten meetings. Right after a hit. In alleyways. He lives for the rush and gets off harder when there’s risk involved.

R — Risk

High. He doesn’t give a shit about getting caught—but he does love the thrill of almost being punished. The dirtier the setup, the better. He’ll say, "We could die right here and now—and I’d still beg you to fuck me first."

S — Stamina

Unreal. He’ll go three or four rounds if you let him. Keeps asking for more. You’ll finish and he’ll say, "You done? I’m not."

T — Toys

Owns a drawer of toys. Vibes, plugs, ropes, gags, even custom cuffs with your name engraved. He’ll bring them out and pout: "Please? Want you to use me tonight."

U — Unfair

Extremely. He’ll edge you just to laugh. Send you voice notes of him moaning when he knows you’re at work. The brat energy is high—but he loves when you punish him for it.

V — Volume

Loud. Not just moans—he whines, cries, gasps, begs. If you fuck him hard enough? You’ll get that broken sob where he can’t even say your name anymore.

W — Wild Card

He wants to be filmed. Not for anyone else—just for you two. He gets off watching himself cry and beg on camera. Sometimes he replays the video while jerking off and moaning your name into his pillow.

X — X-Ray

Tight as hell, even after years of chaos. He squeezes around your cock like he never wants you to leave. His body responds to you only. You stretch him out so good he gets dumb and speechless.

Y — Yearning

Obsessed. He watches you like prey and worships you like a god. Gets needy after fights—will crawl into your lap, ride your thigh, whisper, "Remind me I’m yours."

Z — ZZZ

Only sleeps if you're there. Wrecked and satisfied, he clings to your chest and falls into a coma. If you try to leave after? He’ll grab your wrist in his sleep and growl, "Mine."

[alexanderwales]

I do think there's something about people defacing Teslas and setting fire to dealerships or whatever that makes me think ... I don't know. That this is the sort of direct action that only works when you have a tangible symbol within easy reach of the citizenry?

Like let's say you're mad at Mark Zuckerberg, and you think that he's a terrible person. How can you register that? You can boycott his websites and encourage other people to do the same, and if you're a black hat hacker maybe you can go fuck them up a bit. You can try to find a place that he'll be at and protest there, which seems like it would be extremely expensive, as well as not terribly cathartic. Meta, as a company, deals in things that are not tangible.

But Tesla deals with cars, and there are a lot of them all over the place, even if they're not super common. If you're fuming mad about Musk, you can just find a car that he's made synonymous with his name, which he has materially profited from, etc. Direct action is easy. The cars have cameras on them, but I'm not sure how much effort the police are going to put into defacement, and ... look, I almost started writing a "here's how I would have done it" type thing, but that's not really what I'm trying to get at.

Tesla's connection to Musk makes direction action easy. This is maybe not completely unique to a car company, but a lot of major companies in the tech age don't have some direct, tangible thing that the average citizen can just go out and destroy.

And here's where my mind goes to politicians, and how they're likewise very intangible, if the electorate will let them be. Your senator does something you don't like, and you have very little recourse. There's voting, calling, sending emails, but nothing that's going to satisfy that visceral need.

Except yard signs! And every election year, signs are vandalized, stolen, defaced, and replaced, part of an ongoing war between people that must get out some primal need in a subset of people to make physical their emotional and ideological responses.

I've never stolen a yard sign, or firebombed a Tesla, but I do imagine that it might feel good, to take the intangible and manifest physical destruction against a stand-in. I don't think it would satisfy me, but having a psychological way to grapple with the ethereal does seem like something I'd like to have against the Horrors.

[billwidoll]

Paparazzi

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Rafe has always been a very privileged person And he never cared about other people's feelings Except from a certain person who was you. When Rafe saw you for the first time he thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world and your voice was sweet, your energy was good your touch was gentle, you were a soul Of person, and Rafe wanted you sleeping on his side waking up on his side. But... you were already married and you had never seen Rafe, But he wouldn't mind ending their relationship. He would win you by hook or by crook

Rafe was standing outside a car dealership waiting for you to show up. Because he knew you worked

And there you were. Getting out of your car and ready to enter the company until...

"Hi, sorry to bother you but I wanted to know if you work here." Rafe says with his best smile

"oh, of course, yes..I work here, is there a problem?" You speak seeing a tall figure standing in front of you

"well...I bought a car here, but the engine broke down" Rafe says clearly lying, he destroyed the engine himself

"Well... firstly I'm sorry and...If you want a free car without any damage, the company will pay." You speak and Rafe gives a smile seeing that his plan was working

"excellent! What do we do now?" Rafe asks, admiring you, you looked beautiful.

"You will have to go into the company and look for who sold you the car, then they will confirm that you actually bought the car and finally you will have to explain how the car broke down"

"Wow... you're really good at your job" Rafe says with his mouth open and praising you

"Thank you very much sir..." You say smiling and trying to ask Rafe's name

"Cameron. Rafe Cameron, but please without formality, am I that old?" Rafe says giving a playful smile and you laugh

"No, no, you're in shape! You look like you're about eighty years old" you say jokingly too and Rafe pretends to be offended

The two of you spend a while looking at each other with a laughing tone and Rafe falls more and more in love with you and you feel a strange connection between you.

"Okay, I think you better go, I hope you get what you're looking for" you say, giving a friendly smile and leaving Rafe at the dealership door and you go in there to start your services

"I hope so too" Rafe says whispering to himself I decide he was going to have you for himself

Some time passes and Rafe gets the free car, he managed to fool the salesman and the company director. When Rafe was about to leave he saw you in the box and obviously he was going to talk to you.

"So? Did you make it?" You ask hopefully.

"Yes, I got a free car!" Rafe speaks with the same excitement as you

"I am very happy for you." You say giving an almost silly smile

"Well, just to finish, I need one more thing from you." Rafe speaks with a treacherous look

"What else can I help you with?" You speak innocently

"I want to take you to dinner!" Rafe speaks with all his charm and it moves you a little

"Well...I...I didn't expect that, well Mr. Cameron. I don't know if it's appropriate, I'm married..." You say stuttering and looking at the floor

"Oh...I didn't know...but there's no problem because we're just two people knowing each other" Rafe says pretending to be innocent

"Still, it's not appropriate, Mr. Cameron..."

"Okay, so why don't you call your husband, hun? It's a good thing I've already made two friends." Rafe talks about giving this tip, already having in mind what he was going to do

"I don't know...." You speak but are interrupted by Rafe

"No more and no less, okay? Relax. I'll meet you two at the Picasso Restaurant" Rafe says, writing down the address on his arm

"Picasso Restaurant? But this is the most expensive restaurant in New York" you say completely shocked

"Yes...it's a restaurant worthy of you, you're not a princess, you're a Queen" Rafe says, looking deeply into your eyes

"well... I think it's time for me to go. It'll be on Thursday, okay? I want you there at 9 pm" Rafe says, leaving you and leaving

It was already Thursday afternoon and you were getting ready to go meet that stranger you were accidentally in love with. You didn't tell your husband about the date, you just wanted to That it was you and Rafe. This was so wrong, but your heart was telling you to do it. You got ready like you never got ready before and then got on a train to go to the Picasso restaurant

When you get to the big, luxurious restaurant, you walk in and the sight of Rafe in a totally gorgeous suit takes your breath away.

He sees you and immediately gives you a huge smile

"You look... wonderful!" Rafe speaks And it makes you embarrassed

"thank you..." You say with red cheeks, Rafe gently takes your arm and guides you to the table

He pushes the chair for you to sit, he was such a gentleman with you

"So? Where's your husband?" Rafe asks with fake concern, he was excited not to have his husband by his side.

"oh..he can't come, he's at work" your husband was actually at work, but you told him about the dinner

"Well... shall we order the dishes? I'm starving" Rafe says, taking the menu and giving a friendly smile

"Then? Why have I never seen you in town?" You say, taking the menu and looking at Rafe

"Well... I'm a single man, my family lives far away... so I dedicate my time to work, from the company to home" Rafe says and you nod your head

"But... you never got married? Or did you want to live close to your family?" You ask, becoming interested in Rafe's story.

"I don't know...I think...I'm a cold enough man that they don't want me around him and well...all the women I've ever been interested in only care about my money"

Rafe speaks and you feel sad for him

"I'm very sorry...." You talk more Rafe interrupts you

"No, don't be sorry. I still have hope..." Rafe says, making you curious

"What hope?" You ask looking deeply into his eyes.

"You." Rafe speaks leaving you stunned, before you can respond, the Waiter arrives

"Excuse me, Mr. Cameron and mademoiselle but have you chosen your orders yet?" The waiter asks

"Well...I'll To want "Coq au Vin", And what will the beautiful girl I'm with want?" Rafe asks, looking at you and you were still trying to think things through.

"The same as you." You speak without thinking, It was probably fancy food

"great choice, and bring a bottle of wine from 1702, please" Rafe says, giving the waiter a smile and taking a tip out of his pocket to give it to him

"Okay... we need to talk, I just came to this dinner to meet you..." You speak immediately when the waiter leaves

"Y/n, calm down, okay? I like you.... when I saw your eyes..." You interrupt Rafe

"I'm married Rafe." You say looking at him

"Really? Because well... If you took this seriously, you wouldn't go out with me" Rafe says, changing a little

"What do you want from me? For us to become Lovers? I'm sorry Rafe but that won't happen!" You speak a little angry and not trying to get anyone's attention

"I want you to get to know me better and see the difference you can make in my life." Rafe says taking your hand gently

"But...I...have a husband Rafe..." You speak almost in a whisper

"You love him, hun?" Rafe asks looking deeply into Seys eyes

"....yes" you say trying to escape Rafe's gaze

"Okay...if you love him, you will get up from that table and never see me again, but if you stay and eat the Coq au Vin With me, and with me who wants to try something."

You are shocked at what Rafe had just said, until you look into Rafe's eyes and see a man who was willing to do anything for you and who would put you on the throne

"Well, what does this Coq au Vin taste like? I hope it's good. And well, I like flowers, I want flowers every week" you say, smiling at Rafe

"For the first time, I think I'm going to be truly happy" Rafe says, smiling from ear to ear.

He couldn't describe in words how happy he was

Well, 2 years later and you ended up marrying Rafe and living happily ever after

And the end :)

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I HEARD YOU'VE BEEN ASKING FOR ME"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH JAX (I have soo many ideas to write with him guys, my head is going to explode I swear it😭)

I hope you like it! 😊🖤☝

Working at the Teller-Morrow garage wasn't in your plans, but you needed the money, and of all the jobs on your list, it was the only job whose salary covered all your expenses.

So you wasted no time, and after talking to a couple of people, the job was yours.

You'd spent your entire life in Arizona fixing cars, motorcycles, and anything else with wheels, so you were more than qualified for the job.

You knew the garage was the meeting place/home of the Sons of Anarchy.

You didn't know much about them, but their rough, scruffy appearance, along with the leather jackets with the grim reaper design they always wore, intimidated you a little.

So you chose not to talk to any of them, except for the man who had (after checking your background) accepted your job application, whose last name was one of the namesakes of the garage.

Clay was a kind man, from what you could tell.

You couldn't complain, since he always paid you at the end of the month, without delay, which you couldn't say about the previous bosses you'd had at your other jobs.

When he gave you that month's pay, you took the opportunity to ask him who the man with the other last name, Teller, was, the one that appeared first in the name of the shop.

He simply placed his hand on your shoulder politely and gave a simple smile.

"It's not for me to tell you."

Since then, you had waited patiently for the man whose last name completed the name of the shop to appear.

Maybe he had already, but you didn't know him.

That day was insanely hot.

You never remember sweating so much.

You put on an outfit that you only usually wore in desperate situations, like that hot day.

The guys from the club couldn't help but throw you a few glances, accompanied by whistling, which, far from offending you, helped you gain more confidence in yourself and the clothes you were wearing.

Despite the sweat running down your forehead and (let's face be honest) all over your body, you lay down under one of the cars they'd brought that morning to be fixed.

You grabbed the toolbox and started fixing the gas line, which was completely destroyed.

You were so focused that you didn't notice footsteps approaching you, very close to where your legs were sticking out from under the car.

You didn't know who it was since you couldn't see their face, but you assumed it was Juice or Opie, who always stopped by to check on you to make sure you were okay and had everything you needed.

"Hey guys," you greeted while fixing the battered vehicle. "Thanks for coming to see me, as always." You smiled even though they couldn't see you. "Did Clay send you?"

"No, I came by myself," a voice you didn't recognize answered. "I heard you've been asking for me."

Your eyes widened and you stopped what you were doing. Was it possible that that was…? If so, you had to see for yourself.

You moved the rolling plate you were sitting on to slide out from under the car, colliding with a pair of pale eyes that took your breath away.

A shock of shoulder-length blond hair framed the face of probably one of the most attractive men you'd ever seen.

You didn't expect to find something like this, so you quickly wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand and tried to position yourself so your chest wouldn't be visible against the thin fabric of the tank top you were wearing, to no avail.

For some reason, the sight of a man you didn't know in an outfit like that made you nervous.

"Hi," you swallowed hard. "Sorry, t-it's just that I wasn't expecting anyone, and…"

"You don't have anything to apologize for," he smiled. "I came because Clay told me what you said." He extended his hand kindly. "I'm Jax Teller."

"Y/n," you introduced yourself, accepting his hand.

"How long have you been working here, Y/n?"

"Not long, about two weeks I think," you murmured in response.

"The guys have been treating you well, haven't they?"

He wanted to know. You nodded vigorously.

"Yes, yes, everything's fine. There haven't been any problems," you replied. "They're all very nice to me."

"That's the least I expect from them." He held your gaze for a few seconds before reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket. "I brought this for you," he said, taking out a cold can of Coca-Cola. "I thought it would come in handy with the heat."

"Wow," you said, surprised, as if it was the first time you'd seen a Coca-Cola. "Thanks, you… you shouldn't have done that."

"It was the least I could do, considering how long it took me to come and introduce myself." He smiled, looking at the car. "Is it giving you any problems?"

"Not too many. I just need to replace the fuel line and check the carburetor. Then the ownercan take it with him"

Jax nodded thoughtfully, his gaze resting on yours again.

"I'm glad we finally met," he whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it sooner. I've been busy."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Jax. I understand perfectly," you said timidly, raising the can. "Thanks for the Coke."

The blond nodded goodbye to you, and from that moment on, you sensed that this had been the start of something interesting.

[grandgtaman1a]

Dating Headcanons with our Holy Trinity

Pairing: Michael De Santa x Reader, Trevor Phillips x Reader, Franklin Clinton x Reader

Characters: Michael De Santa, Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader[Female or Gender Neutral]

Summary: How would Michael Franklin and Trevor act on the first date and then on the second date?[Anon Request...]

AN: There can be inaccuracy... Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts Do not Repost. The collage quality sucks

Michael De Santa

The first date would involve:

>Michael is no stranger to high-end places, so he might take you to a fancy restaurant or a rooftop bar with a stunning view of Los Santos. He wants to impress you with his wealth and style.

> There would be a talk about his previous criminal life but limiting what he used to do in a witty banner he may share while giving a hint to it. His charm and charisma might be both captivating and unsettling.

>To add a bit of excitement to the date, Michael might take you for a thrilling drive in one of his expensive cars or even a helicopter ride over the city. He's not one for the conventional and would brag how he got it still hiding about his past

>Michael might surprise you with an extravagant gift, perhaps a piece of jewelry or a designer accessory. He's used to buying his way into people's favor.

>Given his temperamental nature, there might be a moment of tension or an argument during the date. He could get defensive or irritable, reflecting his troubled past.

The second date would involve:

> On the second date he may take you to the art gallery where it is low-key key or to a movie theater to show one of his movies Meltdown telling him how he was offered once and his dream coming true. Maybe talking about how he loves old Vinewood classic movies.

>Michael may use this opportunity to apologize for any tension or arguments during the first date. He might open up about his past mistakes and share his desire for a fresh start.

>He might ask about your interests and try to engage in activities that align with your passions. Whether it's art, sports, or even a cooking class, he wants to show that he's interested in getting to know you better. Sports may be a huge interest for him talking about how he has a huge tennis court back at his house practices yoga and drinks kale juice which kind of destroys his mood.

>Michael may become more affectionate on the second date, showing a more vulnerable and caring side of himself. He might hold your hand, steal a kiss, or simply be more attentive.

>Toward the end of the date, he could discuss his aspirations for a better life, away from crime and chaos. He may express his desire to change and build a stable, loving relationship.

Trevor Phillips

The first date would involve:

>Trevor is known for his love of chaos and danger, so he might take you to a sketchy biker bar or an underground fight club for the first date. He wants to gauge your reaction to his extreme lifestyle.

>Trevor's conversations can be intense, filled with crude humor and dark stories from his past. He might share tales of his criminal endeavors and show a twisted sense of humor.

>Expect the unexpected. Trevor might suggest an impromptu road trip in a stolen car or even go skydiving without any prior planning. He thrives on adrenaline and recklessness.

>Trevor might give you a bizarre or inappropriate gift, something that reflects his eccentric personality. It could be anything from a rusty weapon to a souvenir from a crime scene.

>: Trevor's explosive temper could lead to confrontations during the date. He might pick fights with strangers or engage in criminal activities that you may find uncomfortable or dangerous.

>At one point you would see inside the bodhi a summer dress thinking it is for you or any of his old dates but shocks you when he tells you that it is his which makes you have mixed emotions.

The second date would involve:

>For the second date, Trevor might surprise you by doing something completely unexpected, like taking you to a demolition derby or participating in a wild stunt show.

> If there were any confrontations or disturbing incidents during the first date, Trevor might half-heartedly apologize but quickly move on to the next chaotic adventure.

>Surprisingly, Trevor may show a more sensitive side by asking about your interests and trying to find common ground. However, this could still involve activities that others would consider insane.

>Trevor is not known for his emotional depth, but he might attempt to be more affectionate in his own strange way. This could involve a bear hug or a playful roughhousing

>Trevor might discuss his ambitions, which could involve grandiose, risky schemes. He may even propose you join him in a life of crime, thinking it's the ultimate bonding experience.

Franklin Clinton

The first date would involve:

>Franklin would likely choose a casual, down-to-earth location for the first date, such as a cozy restaurant, a local diner, or even a park. He values simplicity and sincerity

>Franklin is a relatable character who's easy to talk to. He might discuss his aspirations, his love for cars, and his desire for a more stable life. Expect a genuine and friendly conversation.

>He might suggest an activity that reflects his passion for cars, like visiting a car museum or going for a scenic drive. He wants to share his interests with you.

>Franklin might bring a thoughtful, small gift that shows he's been paying attention to your interests. It could be a book, a piece of art, or something related to your hobbies.

>Franklin generally avoids confrontations and would strive to keep the date drama-free. He's looking for a connection rather than chaos.

The second date would involve:

>For the second date, Franklin might plan a more adventurous outing, like hiking in the nearby hills, going to a live music performance, or exploring the city's cultural scene.

>If there were any minor issues or misunderstandings during the first date, Franklin would likely address them with a sincere apology. He values open communication.

>He would inquire more about your interests and try to plan activities that align with your hobbies. Franklin wants to connect on a deeper level.

>Franklin would become more affectionate on the second date, perhaps holding your hand or stealing a kiss if he senses a mutual connection.

>Franklin might discuss his plans for the future, which usually revolve around his career, financial stability, and personal growth. He's determined to leave his criminal past behind.

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

Aşk-ı Memnu | JJK

Pairing: non idol! Jungkook x fem! married! Reader

Summary: What is prohibited, it's desired the most. Or in which you tangle yourself in a forbidden love with Jeon Jungkook while being married to an older man. Yet it is also said that forbidden fruits taste the best.

Warnings: fluff, angst, forbidden love, food ingestion, cheating, age gap, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption (during dinner), lying, mentions of death, reader is described to be shorter than Jungkook, (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.8k

~Prompt 3: Saying “I love you” for the first time

~Snowflakes divider by @samspenandsword

~Prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

A/N: This short story was highly inspired by the Turkish novel of the same name "Aşk-ı Memnu" which translates as "Forbidden Love" in English. Let me know what you thought of this controversial story in the comments!

You can listen to the series' music on Spotify to get into ambience as it helped me a lot to write this. Just search it with the same Turkish name. Happy reading everyone!

Love knows no boundaries. Love is untamable, like the sea. Like a flame. It exists, it consumes. It destroys.

It was cold outside, the night was heavy over the city. Snow was falling from the sky yet the house was warm. The clicking of the cutlery against the expensive china plates could be heard along with the flickering flames of the fireplace.

You sat next to your husband, the man clearly enjoying his dinner and you couldn't help but smile softly at his praises for the new cook.

"So, tell me Seokjin. How is your father?"

Asked your husband, a rich business man by the name of Lee Yong-su. Seokjin smiled against his glass of wine, he put it down and looked at your husband, the two men happily engaging in conversation.

"He's quite well, actually. His treatment is going smoothly and we expect a complete recovery by the end of February."

"Give him my regards when you see him, Seokjin."

The young businessman turned to look at you, bowing his head softly at you not minding at all the fact that you were younger than him.

"Of course, Mrs. Lee."

You smiled kindly at him before the conversation between Seokjin and your husband took place once more. You continued to enjoy your dinner, allowing your thoughts to wander for a bit.

The marriage with your husband had been really controversial given the age difference between you both and the fact that he already had two children with his other wife that you knew had passed away.

Nisun was the oldest. A seventeen year old girl who resented you for taking the place of her mother. Munwoo was the youngest, he was twelve and the innocent boy never ceased to claim that if you ever divorced his father, he'd marry you instead for he had always wanted to marry a beautiful woman when he was of age.

You found it cute whenever he mentioned something like that, only smiling at Munwoo before he got distracted with his videogames once more.

But those weren't the only people that lived in the mansion when you married your husband. There was someone else. A person you had met before you became Yong-su's wife.

Jeon Jungkook.

You knew that he was the only son of one of your husband's closest friends that had sadly died in a car accident when Jungkook was barely five years old. Yong-su had taken him under his wing, providing for him and taking care of him as if he were his own son.

Jungkook was also twenty-six, just like you. And that was the first motive so as to why you two clicked so easily. Yet that fact was the beginning of a web of lies and passion that you had never thought you’d be a part of. 

He was also very handsome, a sleeve of tattoos adorned his right arm, his lip and eyebrow were pierced and his hair was rebellious like his soul. Jungkook was a really attractive man and, according to his own phrasing, you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. 

Lust ruled your relationship with the son of your husband’s best friend. Desires of the body, flames of the heart. Feelings were never involved, or at least that was what was planned in the very beginning. 

But to be honest, nothing was ever planned. This mess you were now tangled in started with a glance, continued with a kiss and ended with you in his bed. Sentiment was never supposed to happen. Everything was dominated by a mutual carnal infatuation. 

You weren’t in love with your husband. The marriage had only been a great opportunity for you and your soft revenge on your cruel mother but Yong-su was deeply in love with you. To him, it didn’t matter the nearly twenty years age gap between you both. It didn’t matter that he had been married before. It didn’t matter he already had two children. He loved you, he cherished you, he wanted you almost in a fierceful way. 

“Darling, are you alright? You aren’t usually this quiet during dinner.”

Looking at your right, you met the concerned gaze of your husband, you smiled slightly though not fully. 

“I’m alright, I just have a headache.”

Yong-su frowned, you felt the eyes of everyone on you, even Jungkook’s gaze. It burned you to even know he was looking at you. 

“Don’t worry about me, dearest.”

Silence filled the room after those words left your lips before soft conversations began to arise once more on the table. The children started talking about a new movie that was going to come out next week while your husband and Seokjin talked about business. Jungkook was still looking at you and you were able to read the concern in his dark eyes. 

You smiled at him, ever so delicately and he nodded subtly. Taking in your silent reassurance as he resumed his dinner. 

Butterflies flew in your stomach at his concern. At what you had seen in his eyes. Those hidden emotions behind his gaze. A dark galaxy you loved getting yourself lost in. The place where you found comfort during lonely nights and a refuge when your soul tormented you. Yet the fact that your love was forbidden only made you want it more. It attracted you more. You desired it more. You needed it more. Needed him. As if you were metal and Jungkook was your magnet. Like a forbidden fruit. Prohibited yet delicious.

“Are you alright?”

You knew that voice. Its raspiness did things to you that shouldn’t happen as a married woman. His deep voice always captivated you. You turned around, facing Jungkook. He stood in the kitchen’s doorway, leaning against the frame as his gaze pierced your own with intensity that a shiver ran down your spine.

"Yes, I just took a pill for the headache. Don't worry, Jungkook."

He frowned softly at your last sentence, uncrossing his arms as he walked towards you with his large steps. Your breath hitched in your throat when he stood in front of you a little too close for it to be proper.

"I always worry about you, (y/n)."

You swallowed, not knowing what to say. Nothing came to your mind. There were no words in your mouth to express, no thoughts in your mind to keep you busy.

"You matter to me more than you could imagine."

You looked aside, trying to break free from this chain he held you in. You took a deep breath, eyes focusing on your nearly empty glass of water that rested on the counter.

"Stop it, someone could hear us."

He took another step towards you, eyes never leaving your form as he gazed down at you.

"Uncle Yong-su is in his study with Kim Seokjin,"

His fingers grabbed your chin ever so softly, turning your head so that your eyes met his before he continued in a soft murmur.

"and the children are already upstairs."

His hand cupped your face while his thumb caressed your cheek in delicate touches. His dark eyes took you in; your beauty, your personality. Your essence.

Your hand rested atop his own. Even when the feeling of his skin against your own burned you with desire and adoration, you weren't allowed to show your sentiment freely.

"I don't want to risk it, Jungkook."

He smirked at your whispered words. Daring to take another step until your chests were almost touching. His warm and minty breath fanned your face and you, once more, lost yourself in his enchanting eyes that held your whole world.

"Risk what, (y/n)? Us? Are you that scared of my love for you to be known to the world?"

Your eyes widened at his words. You took a step back in pure instinct, forcing his hand to leave your cheek as you shook your head in silent motions of hidden despair.

"Because I love you, (y/n). I have for a while. And it only keeps growing in my heart."

You took a deep breath, trying to process everything that was leaving his mouth, wrapping your head around the fact that Jungkook was in love with you. If anything, it complicated things even more yet that didn't mean you craved it any less.

"You can't. Jungkook, you can't love me."

His hands were on your shoulders the next second making a soundless gasp leave your lips. His eyes bore into yours like never before that you nearly felt his soul touch your own.

"But I do. And I do not regret it."

You stood in silence, never breaking eye contact with him. Why now? Why did he have to say such a thing now?

"If you do not love me, say it. Say it and nothing left my mouth. Say it and I'll try to stop."

But how could you say that you didn't love him when your heart beats for him and only him? How could you tell such a lie when you loved him more than your life?

"Jungkook, I-"

"Love, are you there?"

The voice of your husband was heard from around the corner. Your eyes widened in fear and Jungkook put a finger over his lips, signalling you to stay quiet as he went to hide behind a wall, opposite from the kitchen's entrance.

You turned around in time to face your husband crossing the doorway with a soft smile on his lips.

"Yes, I just took a pill for my headache."

Yong-su frowned and walked over to you, eyes searching on your own with concern.

"Are you alright? I need you to sign some documents but if you are not feeling right you can do it later."

Your eyes momentarily looked at where Jungkook was hiding before you shook your head with a smile.

"It's alright, I can do it now."

Yong-su nodded, walking out of the kitchen with you behind him. But just as you were about to leave the room, you turned to look back only to spot Jungkook peeking out from around the wall upon hearing your fading footsteps.

With your heart skipping a beat, you sent him a subtle nod. The trace of a smile over your lips before you disappeared behind the wall.

And it was in that moment that he smiled to himself, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest upon the silent confirmation of your love for him.

It didn't matter if it was prohibited, that it was a sin. That you were betraying your husband with Jungkook. For you were his forbidden fruit he should not even gaze at but your essence was addictive he couldn't think to stop himself. Not now, not ever, because love knows no boundaries. Love is untamable, like the sea. Like a flame. It exists, it consumes. It destroys.

December/15/2023

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

[ihab-abuowkal]

Help my family to build a new life and education

My name is ihab, I am from Gaza, I am a 38-year-old father of four children , My story began on the 7th of October 2023. After this date I lost everything (my home, my work , my car), My family, and I went of hell as shelling and bombing haven't stopped even for one day. But this series of suffering couldn’t stop.

1- My children as the UN schools of my children were demolished, and there is no way for them to study again in Gaza. As important point my children were genius students and their dreams faded away.

2- I lost my own company . that I built step by step , IT company and workplaces .MY company had free workshops for serve society to decrease unemployment through freelancing .

3- I lost my warm and beautiful house. which bombed and destroyed

We got out miraculously to EGYPT, But we are suffering in EGYPT , and life couldn’t continue smoothly with us because we haven’t Egyptian residency . according to Egyptian granting laws , there for :

1- MY children can’t go to schools and complete their education . I can’t stand their question about when they can go to school as others , two years without education.

2- I can’t have chance to work in Egypt and have a job , My family is suffering from decreasing of basic needs of life (home, food, supplies, and medical necessities)

To stop this suffering we must leave EGYPT to any country that give Palestinians the residence as Turkey, Malaysia, Oman …atc through the residency I can work and my children continue their education .

The donations will be used to:

- Cover the costs of leave egypt for all family members.

- Secure temporary housing and provide basic necessities such as food, water, and medical supplies once wev are leave.

- Assist with initial resettlement expenses until we can find permanent solutions.

I am the father who struggles to achieve a safer future for his children . I hope you can save me and my family from this hell.

Time is of the essence, and we urgently need to raise money to ensure the safe passage and future of my family. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a significant difference in our lives. We appreciate your support and generosity and thank everyone who can help or share our story.

With all appreciation and thanks,

Ihab

https://gofund.me/e185439b

[yokumirumerafan]

Metori Saiko x reader

OK, wtf do I write here? Just read.

💰 Metori Saiko x Shorty S/O Headcanons 💎

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KISS YOU FROM UP HERE?!" – Metori dramatically complains about the height difference ALL THE TIME (but secretly loves it).

"I, the GREAT METORI SAIKO, should not have to bend down for kisses! You should just grow taller!"

(But the moment you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him? He’s blushing and speechless 😳💖).

YOU. GET. SPOILED. ROTTEN.

"Oh, you couldn't reach something? Say no more." Buys you a whole new house with shorter counters.

Literally hires someone to follow you around just to grab things off high shelves 💀.

Carries You Like a Royal Treasure.

He REFUSES to let you struggle because "My lover should not suffer!"

You get tired on a walk? BOOM. PRINCESS CARRY.

Crowded room? He scoops you up immediately and says, "Peasants should NOT touch my beloved!"

Height Difference Photos = CHAOS.

Tries to make you wear platform shoes for couple photos.

(If you refuse, he just lifts you up instead 💀).

Nicknames? TOO MANY.

"Tiny Diamond."

"My Precious Little Gem."

"Fun-Sized Fortune."

"Pocket-Sized Royalty."

If Anyone Calls You Short? THEY'RE DONE.

"EXCUSE ME? How DARE you insult my precious one’s divine stature?!"

(Proceeds to destroy their entire family’s financial future 💀).

Him Being a Drama Queen Over It.

"MY LOVE, THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS TOO GREAT, I SIMPLY CANNOT FUNCTION!"

Meanwhile, you're just 5'4 and he's acting like you're 3 feet tall 💀💀💀.

Gets JEALOUS When People Call You Cute.

"ONLY I MAY COMPLIMENT MY BELOVED, AWAY WITH YOU, COMMONER!"

"You Don’t Need to Lift a Finger, My Short Queen/King."

He REFUSES to let you do any work because "That is beneath you!"

(You literally try to grab a spoon and suddenly he’s ordering servants to get it for you 😭).

Secretly Adores the Height Difference.

When you’re asleep, he cuddles you and mumbles "So small… so perfect for me…".

💎 Metori Saiko x (Fem!Reader) – Cuddling Chaos 💎

The grand, oversized silk sheets of Saiko’s ridiculously luxurious bed barely move as you shift slightly in your sleep. The air is cool, the scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air, and the soft glow of golden chandeliers dimly lights the enormous bedroom.

Metori, the self-proclaimed most powerful, handsome, and RICH boyfriend in the world, is currently losing his mind over how perfectly you fit in his arms.

He stirs awake slightly, feeling the warmth of your body snuggled against him. His arms, already wrapped around your waist, instinctively pull you even closer. He can’t help himself.

"Tch… so small… so soft…" he mumbles sleepily, voice groggy but affectionate.

Your head barely reaches his chest, and he’s obsessed with how tiny you feel against him.

His hands, warm and gentle, trace slow, lazy circles on your back, a rare softness in his touch. Normally, he’s boastful, extravagant, and a complete drama king, but here, in the quiet of the night, he just holds you. No riches, no fancy cars, no gold—just you.

He lets out a quiet sigh, burying his face in your hair. "My precious, tiny diamond…" he murmurs, voice slightly slurred with sleep.

You stir a little, blinking up at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. "Metori…?" you mumble, barely awake.

His heart STUTTERS.

You look so adorable, he might just die. 💀💖

"Shhh, my love, go back to sleep," he coos, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. "You must rest your beautiful, delicate form—after all, I shall be the one to carry you around tomorrow, as always~."

You let out a sleepy giggle, nuzzling closer into his chest.

"Metori, you’re so warm…" you whisper, half-dazed.

BOOM. BUTTERFLIES.

"O-Obviously! I am the embodiment of warmth and perfection!" he huffs, but his arms squeeze you tighter. His cheeks? Flushed.

Your breathing slows, and within minutes, you’re asleep again—completely safe, wrapped in the arms of your overly dramatic but secretly soft billionaire boyfriend.

Metori stays awake for a little longer, just admiring you. His fingers ghost over your cheek, his lips brushing your temple as he lets out a content sigh.

"Mine… my perfect little treasure," he whispers, before finally drifting off, completely wrapped around you.

💎 Metori Saiko, The Human Heater & Simp, Has Logged Off. 💎

🏀 Metori Saiko x reader – Basketball Chaos (Saiki K. AU) 🏀

The gymnasium buzzes with excitement as Class 2 gets ready for a basketball match. Metori Saiko leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking absolutely disgusted at the mere thought of participating in such a… commoner’s activity.

"Ugh. Sports? Really? I could just pay professionals to play for me. This is beneath me," he scoffs, flicking his perfectly styled blonde hair.

Then, you walk in.

Wearing a cute basketball skirt and a fitted jersey, you stride onto the court with pure confidence, spinning a basketball on your finger like it’s second nature.

"Alright, guys! Let’s do this!" you chirp, grinning excitedly as you stretch.

Silence.

The boys IMMEDIATELY enter drool mode. 💦🤤

Nendou? Jaw dropped. Kuboyasu? Blushing and sweating. Kaidou? Literally malfunctioning.

Even the random background dudes are straight-up SIMPING. The thirst is REAL.

Saiki? Watching everything unfold like: ☕👁️���👁️ "This is by far the dumbest thing I've witnessed today."

And Metori? Ohhhhhh he’s FUMING. 💀💰

"Tch, you absolute IMBECILES, stop gawking at my girlfriend like she’s some sort of—" he grumbles, but the more attention you get, the angrier he gets.

And that’s why—for the first time ever—Metori Saiko decides to play basketball.

"Fine. I suppose I shall grace the court with my presence." He tosses his expensive-ass designer coat aside, rolling up his sleeves dramatically. _"Prepare to be dazzled by my superior skill."_

"Dude, do you even know how to play?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"OF COURSE! I’ve hired professionals to train me in every field of expertise!" he snaps, but his first dribble bounces off his foot and rolls away.

Cue the entire class staring. 👁️👄👁️

"...That was just a warm-up." Metori huffs, cheeks slightly red.

Meanwhile, Teruhashi watches from the sidelines, seething with jealousy. 😤💢

"Why is everyone looking at her?! Aren’t they supposed to be worshipping ME?!" she mutters under her breath.

Saiki, reading her thoughts: "God, why do I have to be here?"

Then the game begins—and oh boy, Metori has zero idea what he’s doing, but he’s determined to outshine everyone.

He tries to dunk? Misses completely. Passes the ball? Hits Nendou in the face. Tries to impress you? Trips over his own feet but plays it off like he meant to.

But every time you score a point, the guys cheer, and that fuels his RAGE. 😡🔥

"Tch, look at her, showing off… I must be better!" he mutters, getting even more competitive.

Eventually, you steal the ball from him with ease, grinning.

"Better luck next time, rich boy~" you tease, winking before scoring another effortless shot.

Metori DIES.

His ego? SHATTERED. His pride? CRUSHED. His heart? THUMPING. 💘

Saiki watches the disaster unfold, mentally checking out. "This entire scenario is absurd."

By the end of the game, Metori is exhausted, sweaty, and incredibly salty, but when you walk up to him, wiping your forehead with your jersey, he immediately melts.

"You did good out there, Metori. Maybe next time, I’ll let you win," you tease, patting his cheek.

And just like that—he decides basketball is his new favorite sport. 💖

Teruhashi? Still furious. Saiki? Still questioning his life choices. Metori? Still lovesick.

🏀 Game over. You win. 🏀

The Metori Saiko Transfer Arc (From “Ew, a Rich Boy” to “Y/N L/N is His GF”)

It’s the first day of the new semester, and the whole class is buzzing with excitement. A new student has transferred in. You, however, are completely uninterested. You’ve dealt with your fair share of rich, spoiled, and arrogant students in your time at school—and you’re done with them.

You walk into class, dragging your feet, already mentally preparing for the usual—more snobbish, entitled rich kids who think they can get away with anything.

And then, he walks in.

Metori Saiko.

He strides in like he owns the place, wearing an expensive tailored suit, his blonde hair perfectly styled, and his gold watch glinting under the light. He doesn’t even have to say anything—his entire presence screams "wealthy".

The girls in the class are immediately swooning. 🥴

Your thoughts, however, are a bit… different.

"Ugh, another rich boy… I'd rather date a rat than some fancy, overprivileged snob like him." You roll your eyes internally. “Who does he think he is? He’s probably just another spoiled brat who thinks his money makes him special.”

Metori, of course, takes one glance at you—and his eyes widen for just a second, but he quickly composes himself.

He’s definitely intrigued by you, but you have no idea.

After a couple of weeks, you start noticing something strange.

He’s everywhere.

He’s always around, offering to carry your books, making sure you’re getting the best seats, and even ordering lunch for you (because why not, right? He can probably buy the whole cafeteria). It’s a little… weird, but honestly, you can’t help but feel a tiny bit of annoyance at how persistent he is.

You start avoiding him, making sarcastic remarks, but he’s relentless. He even starts showing up at random places you hang out, like the library, and insists on sitting next to you. At first, you don’t think much of it—he’s just being the annoying rich guy who thinks he can buy anyone’s attention.

But then, one day, after yet another round of him buying lunch for you and getting overly charming, you hear something that shocks you to your core.

"Did you hear? Y/N L/N is dating Metori Saiko!"

Wait, what?

You turn to see a group of your classmates gossiping. One of them says, “No way, right? They’ve been seen together so much lately. It’s practically official.”

Your jaw almost hits the floor.

"W-What?! No! This can’t be happening!"

You’re literally in denial. You remember how much you hated him when he first arrived. Why would you ever end up with him?

But then it hits you—he’s been getting under your skin in the most persistent, unrelenting way. The way he looks at you. The way he makes you feel oddly… important. He’s been consistent, but more than that, he’s been kind in ways that no one else has. He doesn’t care about how others see him, or that you make sarcastic remarks to push him away. He genuinely wants to be with you.

And that’s when it happens—the truth finally clicks.

Metori comes over to you after school one day, his usual smug grin on his face.

"Well, well, seems like everyone’s talking about us," he says, raising an eyebrow.

You can’t even respond at first, too stunned by how right they were.

"Y/N, I know you don’t like to admit it, but I think I’ve won you over. What do you say we make it official?" He winks.

You, trying to hide your flustered face, cross your arms and look away, still in a bit of denial.

"Whatever, Metori. But if you ever do that ‘buying me lunch every day’ thing again, I’ll report you for harassment."

He smirks—a glint of victory in his eyes.

"Aha, too late. Everyone already knows. So how about it? Officially my girlfriend?"

Your heart races. Your mind says “no,” but your body is screaming “yes.”

"Fine. But don’t get used to it, rich boy."

Metori laughs, completely pleased with himself as he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"You’re mine now, Y/N L/N. Don’t think you’re getting away that easily."

And so it begins. The class now knows you’re dating Metori Saiko, the rich boy who everyone thought was untouchable—and somehow, despite everything, you’re his girlfriend.

Scene: "Done with the Day"

It’s been one of those days. You’re barely holding on by the thread of your sanity. Between the drama in class, all the annoying little comments, and the usual nonsense that comes with being a student, you’re just over it.

You walk out of class, eyes heavy with exhaustion, your shoulders slumped. You mutter under your breath, “I’m so fucking done with this...”

The walk to your next class feels like it takes forever, but before you even make it to the next hall, a soft voice stops you in your tracks.

"Y/N."

You roll your eyes. It’s Metori. Of course, he’d be the one to show up at just the right moment, in his perfectly tailored outfit, completely oblivious to the world’s chaos.

"Hey, I saw you walking out and I thought you could use a break."

You’re about to protest, about to tell him you don’t need a break, that you’re fine, but he’s already one step ahead. He’s reaching out, pulling you into his side with a gentle arm around your waist, guiding you down the hall. You raise an eyebrow, annoyed, but secretly grateful for the break from the chaos.

"I know, I know. It’s been a tough day."

Before you know it, he’s already leading you to his room. The door creaks open, and you’re instantly greeted by the overwhelming comfort of his rich-ass bed. It’s plush, the kind of bed you could sink into forever, and somehow, before you even know it, you’re lying back on the soft sheets.

Metori stands over you for a moment, looking down at you with his usual cool gaze, but there’s a tenderness there too. He’s not just his usual rich, cocky self right now. He’s soft—for you.

"Get comfy," he says with a slight smirk, but there’s a warmth in his eyes.

You groan, rolling onto your side, sinking deeper into the bed. "I’m so done with this day... I don’t even care anymore," you mumble.

Metori chuckles softly as he climbs in next to you, pulling the sheets up over both of you. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His body warmth radiates through you, and you can’t help but melt into him.

"I know, sweetheart. Let’s forget about it all for a while."

He pulls you closer, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. You sigh, the tension in your body slowly melting away as you relax in his embrace. The weight of the day no longer feels heavy in his arms.

"If you want, I can have my staff bring you anything you need," he says with a little teasing tone, clearly trying to make you smile.

You snort. "I don’t need anything except this right now."

Metori smirks and pulls you even closer, your head resting against his chest. You’re in your own little world now, the chaos of the day far behind. He kisses the top of your head, whispering softly, "Good. This is all you need."

And just like that, the rich boy who was once nothing more than a flashy annoyance is now your soft, comfortable escape. The world outside doesn’t matter anymore.

As you drift off, you feel safe, loved, and incredibly spoiled in the best way.

Scene: "Silent Treatment Drama"

You’re so done with Metori today. Between his usual cocky comments and his inability to take anything seriously, it’s all just too much. You’ve had enough. So, you do what anyone in your position would do: silent treatment.

He’s talking to you, as usual, with that smug smile on his face, and you just... don't respond. You cross your arms, turn your head, and keep your lips sealed. The silence is deafening to him.

At first, Metori doesn’t even notice. He goes on, casually chatting about some meaningless business deal or whatever, his voice smooth and rich as usual. But then he pauses, sensing something’s different.

"Y/N?" he calls, no response.

"Y/N?" He tries again, a little more urgently.

Still nothing.

Now, he starts to get flustered. He clears his throat and tries again, this time leaning closer to you.

"I don’t really care, you know. You can stay mad all you want."

You’re not buying it. You still don’t speak.

Metori huffs dramatically, pretending like he’s unaffected, but it’s obvious he’s starting to panic. He can’t stand this. He’s always been the one who’s used to controlling situations, and right now? He’s lost.

"Fine, fine," he says, rolling his eyes and walking off. But you know it’s just a front.

A few minutes later, he’s back with a huge shopping bag in his hand, an absolutely ridiculous amount of bags trailing behind him. He’s trying so hard to buy his way out of this.

"Here," he says, throwing a bag at you, expecting it to work. "I got you... uh, some stuff. You like stuff, right?"

You glance at the bags, uninterested, and then look back at him, still not saying a word.

His brow twitches, his perfect composure slipping. "Come on, Y/N, don't be like this. You can’t stay mad forever."

You maintain your silence.

Metori then slumps down dramatically beside you, hands on his face. "OUT OF ALL THE THINGS MONEY CAN'T FIX, WHY IS THIS ONE OF THEM?"

You look at him, finally a tiny spark of amusement in your eyes, but still keeping quiet.

He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. "I don’t know why I thought buying you things would help. Honestly, this is bullshit. I have everything anyone could ever want—except your forgiveness."

He leans back, sulking with the most ridiculous pout on his face. You’ve never seen him so out of control. It’s honestly kind of endearing, in a weird way.

After a long, dramatic silence on his part, you finally turn to face him, breaking your silence.

"You know, you could have just apologized."

He perks up immediately, his eyes widening as if he’s been given a second chance at life. "Wait... you mean it? You’re not mad anymore?"

You nod, a small smirk playing on your lips. "Yeah, I forgive you. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still a little annoyed."

Metori smiles so widely it almost looks like he’s been released from an emotional prison. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you as if he’s never letting go again. "You’re impossible, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile.

He pulls back and just glares at you a little, sulking like a child. "You’re lucky I’m good at everything else... because apparently being charming is still a work in progress."

You chuckle, brushing his hair out of his face. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that too."

Metori huffs again, crossing his arms dramatically. But deep down, you know he's just relieved to have you back on his side. Now, no matter what happens, he’s sulking... but it’s a sulk that says, I’ll never make you angry again.

I don't really have any more ideas on him, but ya'll know my delusions come randomly so just wait until I think of something <333

[talaadas]

Support Tala's Family in Their Time of Need📍🙏

I am Tala Adas from Gaza. I was displaced in the second week of the war to the south of the Gaza Strip in the Rafah area, leaving behind my home, my large family, and my friends. I did not know that this displacement would not enable us to return to our home to this day

I am now organizing a fundraising campaign for me and my small family of 5. I hesitated a lot before organizing the campaign throughout the 6 months of the previous war, hoping that this unjust war on Gaza will end.

But I have not found any alternative yet because I am unable to provide the travel expenses necessary to leave Gaza. Note that the travel costs to exit the Rafah crossing (the crossing that separates) the Gaza Strip from Egypt are very high beyond our means.

We are a father, a mother, a daughter, and two sons (17 years old, 19 years old, and 11 years old).

Since October 7, we have already evacuated the Gaza Strip several times, back and forth, from northern Gaza to central Gaza and then towards the south, and in the south we moved from one area to another searching for shelter amid the bombing above our heads.However, they miraculously managed to achieve thisWe had a beautiful, warm home, and we worked hard over the years to establish it and live in it in peace, but in the meantime, as you can see in the pictures, our memories are unfortunately being destroyed under the rubble, and all we have is a tent facing the harsh reality of displacement.Uncertainty about the future, we completely lost everything after investing every penny we had in this house I feel very sad when I see our condition, living in a tent that lacks the basic necessities of life

And thinking about how to stand up as a family again and rebuild our lives from scratch. But with your support, there is a glimmer of hope

This is how my brothers struggle with cooking when they find little food

We are always ambitious and love life. These are our pictures before the war

This is when the tanks advanced towards us suddenly and without any warning. They were bombing and destroying everyone around them, even the cars were not spared.

Despite my father's disease, which suffers from cartilage, he still carried some of his belongings on his back,

We walked long distances on our feet and had to throw away some of our belongings due to fatigue, and we tried to hold on to some important things.

https://gofund.me/31f4ffc8

[snap-oversteer]

Is there any things you recommend to start learning about cars? Especially from a complete beginner standpoint

hi hi hi anon!! first of all thank you so much for asking this question and second of all: I binge youtube, and go to car shows. And play videogames.

A little bit of (disclaimer?) info is that I was never really allowed to do anything in my life, and that included driving and working on anything mechanical. We're still in that phase of getting out this box and branching out, so in a sense, we're both beginners on this together :)

Youtube - So there's a lot of youtube channels out there that talk about cars (and of course other automotives) my picks are the really silly funny ones. I personally watch MartiniWorks, spearheaded by Alex Martini. This channel is mainly focused on history and drama and of course useless fun facts about cars I wish I can afford. He has builds like the junkyard Ferrari and racetrack S2000 that keeps blowing up in retaliation against the government - Hmm, not into the history aspect of things? Want something more hands-on? Still want it to be silly so it doesn't bore you to death? Look no further than Garbage Time ! This channel is focused on mainly restoring weird little creatures and the video lengths are not too terribly long to make you wish you were in math class instead. Things to expect: trying to run the engine with chocolate / WD40, replacing the coolant with Pepsi, and restoring weird goobers you've never seen in your life. - What if you have a car and want to work on it? Getting serious about it? Then I must introduce you to every car guy's holy grail, CHRISFIX. This channel is all about the specifics and step-by-steps on how to destroy modify your car. Or maybe you just like the guy. Or like knowing how people work on cars. Either way, ChrisFix is a wonderful channel if you're interested in actually working on cars! - "But I like experimental vehicles and racing and cool expensive builds!" We have a classic for you, then! TopGear showcases the latest and greatest of cars, from the Tuthill GT ONE road legal Le Mans race car to the Bentley Blower, if you're one to simply appreciate great pieces of work, or you're a history nerd with a knack for enjoying sarcastic commentary, you're looking at the right channel.

Car shows / meets - My first experience with cars was a car show I went to by myself. The show included supercars, built JDMs, local cars, bikes... pretty much everything you'd expect out of a car show. I even have a tumblr sideblog where I post my photography. My tip when going to shows is don't be afraid to ask around! Car guys are simple people. You can come up to them and say that you're just starting out and would like a little explanation on what's going on with the car in front of you, they'll be more than happy to entertain you! You'll even make friends along the way :) There's different things to expect when going to a show vs a meet, I recommend going to shows rather than meets because meets are more closed and most likely held just amongst people who own said cool cars.

Videogames - Videogames remain a great way to learn and be accustomed to cars, and there's a lot of titles out there like NFS, Burnout, Gran Turismo, etc... so which one is for you? - Most mainstream racing games like NFS and Forza Horizon focuses on the gaming aspect of things. If you're looking for something uncomplicated and fun, those games are the way to go. - Lets get a little bit technical. Wanna learn how to build an engine, but you don't want to ruin your own? Car Mechanic Simulator. I'll admit this isnt the most detailed, theres so many things going on with a car and so many different platforms and complications, but from a learning standpoint? Really great if you're just getting into it or want to learn names of different parts effectively! - Ohh. Maybe you're that type of person. Experimental tuning and racing person. Assetto Corsa / Competizione, iRacing, Gran Turismo is for you, buddy. There is a steep learning curve that will force you to learn about different specs and how they affect the car holistically, and if you're into that, then I don't see why not.

Honorable mentions - [HOONIGAN] for very insane car builds. - eletor for really cinematic drift vids. - Misha Charoudin if you want to know what it's like driving a performance vehicle around nurburgring.

And REMEMBER, have fun! Everyone develops a taste in cars differently, some like muscle, some like JDMs (like us). There is no right or wrong way to enjoy cars.

I've only been into them for about 2 years, let's go insane together.

[howlingday]

Dr. Watts Master Plan

Ruby: Dr. Watts?! I thought you were dead!

Watts: Quite the contrary, Miss Rose~. I merely went into hiding... AND I'VE BEEN PULLING ALL THE STRINGS FROM THE SHADOWS.

Ruby: What do you mean by that?!

Watts: You still don't get it, do you? Your father falling ill, your best friend being a clone...

Ruby: No... You don't mean...

Watts: Yes, it was all part of my master plan~!

Ruby: No, how could you?!

Watts: Oh, but that's just the tip of the iceberg!

Ruby: What else did you do?!

Watts: Aren't you curious why you were kicked out of your own team?

Ruby: I should have known!

Watts: Or why your rent has progressively become more expensive?

Ruby: You... What?

Watts: I even stole your bike!

Ruby: I don't have a bike.

Watts: I even stole somebody's bike!

Ruby: Okay?

Watts: Do you recall, last week, when that car almost clipped you on the sidewalk?

Ruby: What, were you driving the car?

Watts: No, you fool! I raised the price of dust by 15 cents!

Ruby: H-How does that make sense?

Watts: Because I also stuck Ruby Rose (tm) stickers on the dust-cases! SO THEY'D FUCKING HATE YOU~!

Ruby: Ah...

Watts: Do you remember the time you ordered a large, pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and a side of garlic knots and a basket of chocolate chip cookies from Old Man Shopkeep, but you suddenly changed your mind so you called about fixing the order but the delivery guy was already sent out and now you had to wait for a pie you didn't even really want and when the delivery guy arrived, you didn't have enough change to tip, so you couldn't give him anything and felt like a dick for the next two hours?!

Ruby: Sorta...

Watts: Well, I didn't do that... But I thought about it.

Ruby: Alright, I'm really confused here. What exactly is your "master plan"? Just screw with me?

Watts: Oh, but I saved the best for last, Miss Rose~. Do you remember Kung-Fu Ninja Slayer Ultimate Death Battle II?

Ruby: ...What?

Watts: I searched all over the DustNet for months until I found a forum debunking the Shadows Theory!

Ruby: O-Okay?

Watts: So I built a time machine and went back in time and put Shadows into the game's source code, completely destroying your credibility! (Evil Watson laughter)

Ruby: NO! No, I am putting my foot down! You did not build a fucking time machine just to prove a fucking internet post wrong!

Watts: Yes, I did~!

Ruby: NO, YOU DIDN'T!

Watts: You're right, I didn't.

Ruby: W... Why would you lie about that?

Watts: I don't know. I... I think I just wish... I wish I could go back.

Ruby: What?

Watts: I miss my wife, Miss Rose. I miss her a lot.

Ruby: ...What?

Watts: You should have seen her, Ruby. She was beautiful! She kept our family together. She just had... She just could. I... I didn't realize it until she was gone, but... I ran away from that commitment. I ran away from my son, my daughter-

Ruby: Where is this coming from?

Watts: You're right, Miss Rose. Being a father is more important than being a scientist. It is a title that must be maintained.

Ruby: I never said anything like that.

Watts: I need to go. I need to see my children.

Ruby: You're just going to leave?

Watts: It's what I need to do.

Ruby: HOLD ON! You can't just leave! What was your master plan?! Like, the dust cases, and the bike, and- What does it all lead to?! What was the plan?!

Watts: I gave your dog AIDS.

Ruby: WHAT?

Watts: I just- I just gave your dog AIDS. I was gonna... run around, cause havoc, y'know? It- It all would've made sense when you gound him eventually.

Ruby: OH MY GOD!

Watts: Yeah, he's still out there. Doing his- Doing his AIDS dog thing. I dunno. You can figure it out.

Ruby: WHAT KIND OF SENSE WAS IT GOING TO MAKE?!

Watts: Hm... You'll understand when you have children of your own, Miss Rose.

Ruby: WHAT?!

Watts: GOOD-BYE~! (Leaves)

[wellsbering]

i keep thinking about all of the...i'm not quite sure what to call it, fallout? side effects? domino effect? none of those seem right. but the smaller things that we don't consider when talking about the consequences of the genocide in gaza.

early on when watching bisan's videos i noticed she has braces. i remember having braces in junior high/high school. it's annoying. everything gets stuck in them. and you have to have them tightened every 6 weeks or so so that you actually make progress with straightening your teeth (they don't just put them on once and wait, you have to keep returning to the orthodontist to adjust them and put more pressure on your teeth to go where you want them to and every time it hurts like you just got them put on for the first time). and i remember thinking, stupid as it was, "there's no one to take bisan's braces off". those things that inconvenienced me for a little under 2 years, she's going to be stuck with for much longer, because orthodontists in gaza haven't been able to do their jobs properly for nearly a year.

and then today i thought about my medication. i've been taking zoloft for my ocd since i was like, 8. i've tried (with my psychiatrist's guidance, of course) to wean myself off of it twice and both times i tried to do anything less than my current dose (the highest possible dose) for more than a week, my mood swings and anxiety and depression were awful. i would snap at people at times i would usually have more patience with them. tiny things that a normal person would look at and say 'oh, that's really annoying' and move on from might reduce me to tears, because my fucking brain chemicals weren't balanced right. and no one in gaza can get their perscriptions refilled now. on top of the unimaginable pain and stress of going through a genocide, people in gaza who already struggled with mental illness are now facing this unmedicated, with no access to therapy to even talk through what they're experiencing.

and (partially because of the lack of antibiotics, partially just due to the severity of their injuries), hundreds, if not thousands, of people have had to have limbs amputated in the past 11 months. mobility aids are expensive even by US healthcare standards. imagine trying to pay for a wheelchair when you already lost everything, your job, your home, your car, all of your clothes and shoes, all of your books, your computer...you must replace all that and more, and try to scrounge up enough money to pay for a mobility aid and/or prosthetic. you might have to learn to walk or type or even eat all over again, and right now, you can't even have a normal physical therapy experience in an actual hospital because every hospital has been completely obliterated by the occupation.

even mundane things. if you're one of the lucky few who still has a car that hasn't been destroyed by the bombings, where do you get gas? how do you get replacement parts when something breaks? after you've cooked a meager meal out of whatever you can find, whether that be real baking flour or just animal feed, how do you wash your dishes with no running water, and where do you find dish soap? when the stress of your situation gets to you and you have an argument with a family member, how do you get some space and cool off if you're living in a 10x10 tent with four other people? if you manage to evacuate and start your life anew, how do you send your academic transcript to a school you're applying to when the university that housed those records has been reduced to rubble? who do you list as a reference on your resume if all of your former employers are dead or missing or just unable to contact the outside world because israel cut off communications and connecting humanity has no esims to send them? if you get a headache, if you strain your back trying to clear rubble away from what used to be your house, if you get menstrual cramps, you can't find painkillers or a hot/cold compress or even a comfortable bed to lie down on. when you're always cooking over an open flame, because you have no other option in a refugee camp full of tents with no electricity, can you access a fire extinguisher in case of emergency, or do you just have to hope you have enough water and/or dirt on hand to prevent an accident?

the list goes on and on. every awful thing that makes the news is compounded by a horde of smaller things that make life just that much more unbearable. if this genocide ended right now, it would still take decades to recover from it. the scale of the devastation and the long-term effects on people's lives are incalculable.

i just can't stop thinking about it.

there isn't really a point to this post. i've just been thinking about this for months and months and i had to get it out somehow. if you can, please donate to my friend safaa's fundraiser to get her family out of gaza and start a new life. i don't really know what else to say.