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My wife and I live in northern Gaza, trying to hold on despite unbearable pain. We lost our first child to hunger and cold… ❄️ He passed away in our arms while we were helpless to save him. 💔 Now, we are fighting to protect our second child, but fear and despair surround us.

To everyone with a heart full of mercy ❤️, please help us. 🙏 Your support, no matter how small, could save an innocent child’s life. 👶🏻 Don’t let us lose another child. 💔

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I hope you're doing well.

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Hi , I am Maram from Gaza🍉🇵🇸.

I am 17 years old.

I support a family of 5 people because my father is sick and cannot work.

I work all day for $2 to provide a living for my family and medicine for my father.

Our house in Khan Yunis was completely destroyed.

I hope you can help me by donating via the link or posting 🍉🍉

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do you have a taglist?

nooo i don't.

but i'll start one lol, if anyone wants be on it tell me.

Hello everyone I'm Dina from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸🍉🙏 I need your support for me and my kids. Please donate even a small amount for me and my kids. I'm asking for a donation of $20, $30, or $35 if possible through this linkhttps://gofund.me/6c684011. My account has been verified by @90-ghost

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please, donate if you can. ypu can also share if you dont have the money.

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Maybe one where the come home to Boston to surprise younger brother but when they barge in to his room they find him kissing Jackson ?

( this is sent in the proud of you, buddy universe )

Privacy.

Summary: your brothers who decided to make a surprise visit cath you and your boyfriend Jackson kissing.

Tw: cursing.

‘’Don’t forget to do your homework.’’ Mom talks from the living room as Jackson and I walk into my room.

‘’Okay mom.’’ I say and close the door behind us, putting my backpack on the floor and jumping into my bed. Jakcson does the same, laying besides me, I roll over so my head in over his chest. ‘’How was your day?’’ I ask as he pulls his arms around me.

‘’Really nice, my coach said I have been improving a lot, and I got a B+ on my history lesson, so I’m pretty satisfied with today. Plus, I’ll get to hang out all afternoon with my boyfriend.’’ He kisses my head and I giggle, sitting up and looking at him with a bit of blush on my cheeks. ‘’Everything okay?’’ he sits up too.

‘’Yeah, I was just thinking recently.’’ I look at him in the eyes and he nods. ‘’About you, about us actually.’’

‘’Okay…’’

‘’It’s nothing bad, it’s actually something good I think.’’ He lets out a sigh and nods.

‘’What is it? Tell me.’’

‘’Well, you know how we have kissed before.’’ He nods. ‘’I was thinking, maybe we can do more of that, more kissing. I mean, if it’s okay with you, I know we haven’t been dating for too long but I really wanted to, but if not I understand and-…’’ I feel Jacksons lips crash into mine, my heart rate goes up and I smile against his lips. My hands wrap around his neck as he moves closer to me.

‘’I do want to do more of that.’’ he smiles and kisses me again, not like we have done before, it was more romantic and playfull this time.

‘’BUDDYYYYYYY!!’’ my door slams open and I hear a gasp. I quickly push Jackson away from me and he slips off the bed, landing on the floor. I look shooked at my 3 older brothers standing in the door.

‘’Oh my god…’’ Nick says.

‘’I’ll tell mom, I can’t believe this is happening on my house.’’ Matt says, and before he can leave Chris grabs his arm.

‘’Oh for fucks sake...’’ I mumble hiding my face in my hands.

‘’Hi Jackson, arent you going to say hi?’’ Chris says, holding back his laughter. I open a bit my fingers so I can see whats going on. Jackson gulps and stands up from the floor, his face red and goes to them shaking Chris hand, then Matts, then Nicks.

‘’Good to see you Chris.’’ Jacksons voice is shaky and his face is red.

‘’Come on buddy, say hi to your brothers.’’ Nick smiles at me and I let out a groan agaisnt my hands.

‘’I would literaly rather die. Can’t you knock the door? Have no one teached you manners?’’ I get up, my face red walking up to them.

‘’Wow there, why so aggressive?’’ Matt smirks.

‘’Shut up.’’ I push them out of my room and slam the door in their faces, then look at Jackson. ‘’Sit on the bed.’’ He doesn’t say anything, he just does it. ‘’Knock the door!’’ I hear giggling and whispering outside the door then a knock. ‘’Come in.’’ Nick opens the door and I am standing in front of it with my arms crossed above my chest. ‘’See? It wasn’t so diffcult.’’

‘’It was, actually.’’ Chris comes inside messing up my hair and laying on my bed. Matt does the same. Then Nick comes inside and hugs me gently.

‘’Just so you know, they asked mom if he was here before doing this. If I where you I would kill them.’’ Nick whispers on the hug.

‘’Oh I will. After Jackson leaves, so they let their guard down.’’ Nick giggles.

‘’Good idea, I thought you well.’’

‘’So… you guys aren’t leaving?’’ Jackson sits awkardly between Chris and Matt who are taking most of the bed space.

‘’Nah, I don’t think so.’’ Matt says.

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My name is Kariman, a mother from Gaza 🇵🇸. Time is running out for my family. Although a ceasefire is expected in two days, But our joy is incomplete, we are still without work or any source of income, without a roof to protect our children from the cold and harshness of winter, and the exorbitant prices deprive us of securing the simplest necessities of life, such as food, water, and medicine. 😓

my son Hamoud cries from fear and hunger, and as his mother, it breaks my heart that I can’t give him the security he deserves😭

I am not asking for the impossible. I am asking for the chance to repair what little is left of our home so we can have a place to breathe while waiting for what comes next.

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The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people 🇵🇸

Kitchen Accident.

Summary: While going for a mid-night snack with your close friend Nick in his kitchen, you start to goof around and wrestle (as a joke or game), and he accidentally stains your sleeping shirt with grape juice.

tw: cursing. use of good boy (as a joke??). suggestive?? at the end

Note: The reader is shorter than Nick.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

"All right, we can go to the kitchen, but we have to be silent; I don't want to wake the kids and make them grumpy." Nick says as he grabs the door handle and looks at me dead serious.

I nod, and he opens the door of his room, walking silently to the kitchen and turning the lights on. He left his phone on the counter and walked to the fridge.

"What do you have?" I ask, looking over his shoulder. He hums as he scans the fridge. "Chris' pepsis are a big no; he will kill us. It's not fun to drink milk if it's breakfast. Water and grape juice!" He smiles, looking back at me.

"That sounds great," I say playfully as I start searching for the bag of snacks I bought with me today. "Hey, Nick, where is the bag of snacks?"

He puts the pack of plastic bottles on the counter, opens up a drawer, and takes out a knife. With it, he breaks the plastic, takes out one bottle, and takes a drink out of it.

"I think I left them in one of the top drawers," he says, taking another sip of his drink.

"Okay," I say, and start opening the drawers, which had lots of things like plates, cereal, empty boxes, and mugs, but no bag with snacks until I opened the shelf next to Nick, and there it was, on the top shelf. I stand on my tiptoes but can't reach them. I let out a groan and looked at Nick with "anger."

"You did this on purpose."

"do what?" He tries to hide his smirk with his hand and the bottle of juice, but I see it, and I cross my arms over my chest. "You placed the bag there because you knew I couldn't reach it."

"How do you know it was me? Maybe it was Matt; who knows?" "No, why would he do that? It was you; now get it down so we can continue watching drag races."

"See, you liked the show. and I won't help you until you say please and thank you." He's smiling wider, and I try to contain the blush on my cheeks.

"No, I won."

"Then, no snacks."

"Come one, don't be a jerk," I say, walking to him and grabbing his arms to try and move him over. Closer, go to the drawer. "Don't push me around you idiot," he laughs and starts pushing and pulling me playfully. The kitchen was filled with laughs and curses from both of us.

"Just grab the fucking snacks! I won't say please." As I said, he grabs my arm with his free hand and pulls me closer to him, leaning forward. His mouth is right beside my ear. "Be quiet; good boys don't behave like that." His voice is low, and I can tell he is smirking from the way it sounds. I blushed and pushed him away from me, his grape juice splashing over me. He burst into laughter while covering his mouth, trying not to wake anyone up. "What the fuck, Nick?" I let out in shock; my chest and stomach are cold, and my cheeks are hot. I can't even look him in the eyes.

"I was just playing, god, sorry," he says between giggles. "You should take your shirt off," he says, winking at me.

"STOP THAT!" He laughs even harder. I cover my face and let out a groan. He stops laughing and grabs my waist. "what-?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spill my drink over you... but now I can take off your shirt, help you dry yourself, and give you one of my shirts," he whispers close to my face. "Why are you doing this?"

"I mean, the drink was an accident; I don't know what took over me to say what I said. I never thought you'd like it or like me, so I never did anything, but... did you like it? I mean, like me, do you like me?." he smiles.

"God, Nick, yes, of course." I grab his cheeks and pull him down to kiss him.

"All right then, let's go to my room and get you cleaned up." He kisses my head. He grabs the bag of snacks, and I grab the pack of drinks.

"Just so you know... these chips and chocolates aren't the only snacks I want to eat tonight," he winks at me and runs to his room.

"NICK, WHAT THE FUCK!"

Hi there 👋,

My name is Mohammad, a father of three young children living in Gaza. We are facing unimaginable hardships due to the ongoing catastrophic war, and our home is no longer safe. I’ve started a fundraising to raise $40,000 to move my family to a safer place where my children can have a chance at a better future. 💔🍉

If you could spare a moment to read our story and consider donating or even sharing, it would mean the world to us. Every bit of support brings us closer to safety and hope. 🙏

Thank you for your kindness and compassion. ❤

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Could you write about an Australian reader, like him telling Nick about Australian stuff and like everyone makes fun of his accent. It’s ok if you can’t cause you may not know about Australia.

hii nonie. Sadly im not from australia); but i love your idea, i hope someome can make this come true<3