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ʚᯓ ᴀʙʙᴏᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ x ʀᴏʙʙʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ who absolutely can't stand each other, but are forced into close proximity because their fathers are best friends
pt. i, pt. ii
ʚɞ ἐλευθερία ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
ʚᯓ ʅυƙҽ ƈαʂƚҽʅʅαɳ x σƈ who realize too late that the life they promised each other isn't as feasible as they would hope.
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ʚᯓ ᴀʙʙᴏᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ x ʀᴏʙʙʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ who absolutely can't stand each other, but are forced into close proximity because their fathers are best friends. – WC; 1.1k
It was a hot, sticky summer day, and you were practically melting after beating all the other kids in a game of tag. Everyone else had gotten into the pool for a swim, but your father had just gotten back from a twelve hour shift the night before and had completely forgotten to pack your swimsuit for the day.
You were upset, as any seven-year-old girl would be at her best friend's birthday party, and it showed in the way you sulked in one of the Abbots' porch swings.
"What's wrong, sweet girl? Why aren't you in the pool with everyone else?"
The voice was warm, motherly, even.
You looked up to see Ben's stepmother, a woman named Ziyana. She had a concerned pinch in her dark brow and a small frown curving her lips downward.
"My dad forgot my suit.." you mumbled, straightening up– almost embarrassed to admit it.
"Oh," Ziyana hummed before chuckling and ruffling your hair. "Come with me, I'm sure we have extra from my niece being over," she offered, holding out her hand.
You looked up at her in shock before sliding off the bench and taking her hand, the coolness of her palm a reprieve from the sweltering inferno you were surrounded by.
After a bit of rummaging around in the cozy guest bedroom, Ziyana eventually found a swimsuit the both of you could agree on– a tankini with lemons printed on the top and blue straps with matching blue bottoms.
You were more than ecstatic at the opportunity to just jump in the water with everyone else and continue your games, so you dressed quickly and thanked the older woman profusely.
"Don't worry about it, silly, now go back outside," she chuckled, giving you a guiding touch at the top of your back.
You ran down the stairs and out to the backyard, ready to get into the pool when you heard Ben talking with one of his other friends over a Caprisun.
"Why doesn't she look like her dad?" The other boy asked, looking over at your father as he did.
The words make you stop in your tracks and you could hear your pulse in your ears. It had always been a sensitive subject for you ever since you asked your father where your mother was and he explained how you weren't biologically his child.
Ben just shrugged at his friend's question. "I dunno, probably the same reason I don't look like my mom," he replied nonchalantly, sending relief flooding through your bones.
His friend seemed content enough with his response and went back to sipping his drink. You sighed and walked over to the pool, sitting on the edge to slide yourself in, until–
"What if she's adopted?"
Your heart sank to your stomach and your head whipped over your shoulder just to catch Ben looking at you too.
Ben laughed then. "No way, she's too cool for that– that's my best friend!" He shot back, shoving the boy lightly.
"I bet you won't ask your dad then!" The boy replied, shoving Ben back.
You began to panic, knowing if Mr. Jack was anything, it was honest and he would tell his son the answer. You scrambled out of the pool as the boys raced to Mr. Jack and ran to your own father.
"Hey, hey, slow your roll, kid. What's the matter?" Your dad asked as you barreled into his leg, setting his beer down and lifting you in his arms.
"They're gonna ask Mr. Jack if I'm adopted–" you breathed, feeling your body begin to tremble and your nerves light on fire.
Your father's brows pinched and he adjusted you in his arms. "What's so wrong with being adopted?" He asked gently.
You felt your little eyes well with tears. He didn't understand, of course he wouldn't– he hadn't been seven in a long time. "They're gonna make fun of me–" you tried to explain before the boys came running back.
"No, they won't, just go keep playing," your dad sighed, setting you back down on the concrete. You sniffled and tried to pull yourself together so you could go back to the party, but the task proved more difficult than expected.
You'd finally settled back on the edge of the pool when Ben and his friend came up behind you, their reflections staring up at you from the pool.
"Is it true your real parents didn't want you?" The friend asked, a stupid grin on his mouth.
You whipped around, bottom lip already trembling. "No! That's not true!" You shot back defensively, scrambling to stand up again.
"No, it is! You're adopted!" The boy yelled back.
"And we're gonna go tell!" Ben added in a sing-song tone. The boys ran off together, going to tell everyone else at the party.
"No! Stop!" You yelled, running after them, but it was no use. You were faster than them, but they yelled louder and soon everyone knew the ugly secret.
Everyone laughed and to the adults it looked like just a game, but you knew what it was. For the rest of the party, no one talked to you or asked to play, thinking your adoption status was contagious and their parents wouldn't want them either if they talked with you.
You ended up going inside and sitting at the dining room table with Ben's grandmother until your dad and Ben's parents came in, looking for you.
"Why weren't you out there playing with everyone else, kid?" Your dad asked as he came up to you at the table, turning your chair out so you faced him.
Your eyes welled up again and you could feel your teeth chattering in your mouth as you tried to speak. "They were making fun of me.." you finally managed, voice hoarse.
You could see Jack over his shoulder pinching his brows together in anger. He hated bullies, you knew firsthand after he yelled at a kid's parent because they bit Ben at the park.
Your father paused at your words and picked you up. "We're going home," he told you quietly. He turned and looked to Jack and Ziyana with a nod before leaving out the door with you in his arms.
On the drive home, his eyes kept flicking to you in the rear view mirror– the way you stared out of the window at the passing views and the Pittsburgh city lights.
"You know.. being adopted just means you were wanted way more than those other kids," he finally spoke, making your head lift from the window.
"Really?" You asked, almost silently.
"Yeah, really. I wanted you so much, I tracked you down and went through a really long process just so I could get my perfect girl," he replied with a small smile.
You sat in silence for a moment before smiling back.
"Because I like you?" You scoffed, shocked at the sheer audacity of his words.
You watched his face fall as he realized his assumption was completely wrong. "Well– I mean, yeah– you were kinda, like, checking me out–" he stammered, trying to explain his thinking.
You blinked once, then twice before laughing in his face. "Yeah, I checked you out. You're a guy! I check every guy out!" You shot back. "That doesn't mean I like you."
Ben's face scrunched in this ugly shape, like he was trying to figure out how someone like you– a girl, to be exact– could just check guys out without having feelings. "That's not–"
"–how that works?" You hummed. "No, it is. I have no interest in you," you told him seriously. "Don't think I forgot."
"Forgot what–?"
You slammed the door in his face, again.
You could almost cry because for a second there, the banter felt good, natural, and you almost let your guard down.
You grabbed your things from the cabinet and redressed before slinging your purse over your shoulder and opening the bathroom door, half-expecting him to still be there. He wasn't.
You walked down the staircase, seeing Ziyana and a few other moms chatting over the birthday cake as she finished adding the candles on it.
"Oh, hi sweet girl," she beamed as soon as she caught sight of you. "You're staying for cake, right?" She hummed excitedly.
Your heart clenched and you forced a small smile onto your mouth. You hated to disappoint, but you couldn't stay any longer– you already made your attempt for your father.
"No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Ziyana. I'm gonna just head home, stomachache," you replied to which she nodded.
"No, I understand, sweetheart. Go home and get some rest," she replied. "And limit your sun exposure tomorrow! You've had a lot today!" She called after you, like a true doctor.
You walked out of the house and found your dad still with Jack, talking over a beer, as always. You looked around for any sight of Ben, but couldn't find him. It gave you a weird feeling in your chest, like you wanted to find him again, but you pushed him away. You couldn't stand him.
"Dad," you called, making both the men turn.
"Yeah, what's up, kid?" Your father replied once he registered it was you calling for him.
"Let's go," you sighed. "I tried."
A small frown tugged at his lips before he caved and nodded. "Okay, let's go," he replied, tossing the beer into the nearby trash, making Jack shoot him a look. He noticed his friend's look and went over to put it into the recycling bin instead.
"Later, Rabbit," your dad sighed, patting his friend on the back.
"Later, Gator," Jack shot back before looking to you with a softer look. "Don't let them get to you, kiddo," he said as if he knew.
During the drive home, your father turned to look at you with a sigh. "What was it this time? Silly string in your hair? Crumbs in your swimsuit?" He asked, trying to lighten the tense mood.
You shot him a look before looking back out the window. "He said I liked him," you murmured.
He raised a brow at that. "And do you?"
You whipped your head to look at him. "Dad! You cannot–" you groaned. He laughed then.
"Hey, just asking the important questions here," he simply replied.
"No, I do not like him. I can't stand that idiot!" You retorted.
"Can't stand him, or can't stand that you still like him?" He hummed curiously.
"Okay, now you're pushing it."
"Okay, okay, sorry."
That night you sat in your room, picking at the exposed threads on your comforter as you thought about everything that happened through the day.
Ben's bold assumption, Jack's warning, Ziyana's look, and of course.. your father's words.
You knew you couldn't stand him– especially not after he made fun of you with his friends and never apologized or made up for it.
But at one point in time he had been your best friend and the sweetest guy you knew. Even from his reputation at school, he was still a massive sweetheart which only made you more conflicted. Then there was also the confusion he had at your words. Had he truly forgotten what happened at that party? The real reason you stopped being friends?
You sighed and flopped back against the mountain of pillows pressed against your headboard, unsure of what to think.
He was all grown up now– officially too– and maybe he had grown and changed. He sure looked it, and damn if that wasn't attractive enough–
You shook the thought entirely from your head and sighed before burying your face into the pillows.
You had no clue what the hell you were going to do.
a/n: holy hell, thank you so much for all the support, i really was not expecting this influx of people 😭. i love every bit of support though and you, my wonderful lovebugs, are so amazing! if the support for this stays this way, i might just have to post on my ao3 which has been sitting barren for almost a year now since ik aus are also loved there. but yeahhh, tell me what you guys would like to see more of and don't be shy to say what you'd like to see less of!
ʚᯓ ᴀʙʙᴏᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ x ʀᴏʙʙʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ who absolutely can't stand each other, but are forced into close proximity because their fathers are best friends. — WC; 1.8k
tw; adoption mention (reader is adopted by robby), alcohol mention
cred; @cannedibal on tiktok
pt. i
Benjamin was an asshole to say the least, and an absolute fucking douchebag to say the most.
If your father didn't have a practically codependent relationship with his dad, Dr. Abbot, you would not be here right now, sitting on their couch while your dads cracked open the third beer of the night.
Ben was sitting beside you, manspreading like his life depended on it, and playing some random first-person shooter game.
You scoffed and curled closer into yourself on your corner of the couch and fumbled with your phone in your hoodie pocket to try and occupy yourself.
"Hey, kid, what's wrong?"
Your head perked up at the voice, your father, of course. His footsteps were practically silent compared to Dr. Abbot's whose gait was slightly off and would clink with his prosthetic.
"Nothing, Dad, just.. tired," you sighed, tucking your phone into your lap.
Your father cocked a brow and stared at you over those ridiculous glasses he always wore. "You're lying," he commented without hesitation. The man always found your tells and could see right through you.
You looked between him and Ben briefly before fixing him with a look, your silent signal for "I want to go home, I don't like him".
Your dad nodded in understanding before ruffling your hair and patting your shoulder, his own silent signal for "Hold out a little longer and try to get along", before walking back to the dining room where Jack was giving him a curious look.
Ben finally died in his game then and looked over at you with a furrow in his brow and an upturn in his upper look that conveyed something like annoyance. "You made me lose with that freaky silent talk thing you do," he complained.
You raised a brow. "Then you must suck if silent talk made you lose your game," you retorted with a scoff before grabbing your phone from your lap to return to mindless entertainment.
Ben stared for a moment longer at your uninterested expression before mumbling something eerily similar to "piece of work" under his breath before returning to his game.
A few minutes of silence passed until that familiar gait caught your attention and you looked up to see Jack coming behind Ben's spot. The idiot was too immersed in his game to realize his father was behind him and he jumped when Jack's hands smacked right against his shoulders, making him lose instantly.
"Bro! You're actually so lame, Dad!" Ben groaned as he turned to face his father.
The two were so identical, it made you wonder what his mom looked like because her genes put in absolutely no work. Ben was every bit his father except his hair was a mousy brown shade while Jack had long since been salt-and-peppered and Ben had significantly more freckles from time in the sun– no one could fault Jack for that though, then man ran the night shift and therefore was a night owl.
"Tell our guests bye and go up to shower. I swear you haven't had one in two weeks," Jack replied, his dry voice holding a hint of teasing.
Ben's cheeks pinkened and he stumbled over his words before placing his controller down and looking over at you for a moment. "Bye," he muttered.
You nodded in acknowledgement before unfurling from your crumpled spot on the couch to leave. "Bye, Mr. Jack, see you later," you spoke politely before rounding the edge of the couch to find your own father in the foyer, pulling his shoes back on.
"Bye, kiddo!" Jack called back before looking back to his son and smacking him across the back of his head.
You stifled a laugh as you slipped your shoes back on and followed your father out of the Abbot's house and to his truck.
The night air was cool against your cheeks and you shivered lightly, more than eager to enter the warmth of the old pickup.
"So, Benji's having his birthday party next week. You should go," your dad spoke once the two of you were settled in the truck.
You quirked a brow. "Dad. No. No way–" you scoffed, trying to figure out if he was actually being serious.
"Oh, c'mon, kid. It won't be that bad. It'll be hot, they have a pool, plenty of Jack's barbecue," he began to list, trying to convince you.
"Dad, no– why would I want to go to his birthday?" You argued.
You had gone to Ben's birthday every year since you could remember because Jack and your dad were convinced the two of you would be best friends because they were. Every birthday party ended with the two of you fighting, though.
On his tenth birthday he pushed you into the pool and you pulled him in with you, leading to the two of you almost drowning by trying to fight each other to the surface.
On his fourteenth birthday, you slammed his face into his cake after he threw a water balloon on your new lace dress you had gotten from a box of your birth mother's things.
And of course you never forgot on his seventh birthday when he found out you were adopted and made fun of you with all his friends. You rode home crying that night and didn't see Jack or Ben for almost three months.
Your father sigh from the driver's seat caught your attention again and you looked back at him.
"I know you don't like him, kid.. but give this party a chance," he requested, looking over at you. "For your old man?"
You huffed as he pulled that card. Of course he would.
You laid in your bed that night, contemplating it. It was his eighteenth birthday and the two of you were graduating this year. If you went, this would be the last of his birthdays you'd ever have to go to and if he humiliated you, at least you'd barely see him around and could live down the shame at a college out of state where no one went to.
You rolled over to stare out the slightly ajar window before sighing. You would go. If only for your dad's sake.
The party was lively, and the scent of Jack's cooking wafted through the back yard that could barely contain the sheer amount of people invited.
Of course the extended Abbot family was there, but also so was the entire football team it seemed. You brushed past people, attempting to stay close to your dad so you didn't risk the chance of running into Ben.
"Hey! There's my bonus kid!" Jack grinned as you and your dad found him. The two shared a brief hug before Jack hugged you as well– always one to be affectionate to the ones he cares about.
"Look at this, all grown up," he sighed as he pulled back to grasp your shoulders. "Don't let any of these boys here ogle you," he added in a mock authority tone before patting your shoulder and going to his conversation with your father about kids growing up so fast or something along those lines.
You hovered, but looked around awkwardly, trying to find familiar faces that weren't people who asked you for the answers during class.
As you were preoccupied with searching the crowd, Ben came up to his dad and began asking questions about food.
You turned at the sound of his voice and saw him in just a pair of swim trunks, torso glistening like he'd just come out of the pool. Despite yourself, your gaze lingered, eyeing the slight chub on his bones from bulking and trailing the thousands of freckles that littered his skin. You were about to look away when his head turned and he met your gaze.
Fuck.
He smirked, because of course the idiot smirked, and returned to his conversation like he didn't just catch you sizing him up like he was a porterhouse.
You felt your cheeks get hot and you looked away to try and take your mind off that interaction because why did Benajmin John Abbot make you flustered? This was your mortal enemy! The bane of your existence that called you a piece of work!
But God, he was a really sexy enemy who grew into his body really well.
You shook the thought from your head before deciding maybe a dip in the pool would do you some good.
You headed inside and walked upstairs to the bathroom so you could set your clothes somewhere they'd stay dry and safe.
While you were tucking your clothes away in a safe spot in the cabinet with your purse and shoes, you heard a knock on the door.
Assuming it was a stranger, you cleared your throat and called out, "Occupied!"
There was a small chuckle on the other side. "It's me. Are you decent?"
Ben. Because of course.
Your brows furrowed and you felt your pulse leap into your throat. "Still occupied!" You yelled again.
"Dude, just let me in, I wanna talk," he replied. The words were followed by a small thud that sounded like his forehead hitting the door.
You sighed and closed the cabinet door before opening the door to reveal Benjamin standing there with a shit-eating grin, wet curls sticking to his forehead and a towel thrown around his thick neck.
"Wow, nice rack," he muttered, staring down at your bikini top, leading you to shut the door in his face. "Hey I was joking!" He called from behind the wood.
You contemplated shutting yourself in the bathroom for the rest of the party for a moment before slowly relenting and opening the door.
"Thank you," he hummed once the door opened again. "Besides, I only think it's fair from how you were looking at me earlier," he added in a teasing tone.
You sputtered for a moment, trying to come up with a valid excuse for practically drooling at the sight of him.
"Hey," he began defensively, holding his arms up. "It's a compliment from Miss Hates Me," he continued with another grin, this one softer.
Your cheeks burned again and your grip on the doorknob tightened. "Do you want me to slam this door in your face again?" You spoke, trying to keep your voice steady.
"No, sorry–" Ben quickly replied, rubbing the nape of his neck.
You rolled your eyes before looking at him, expecting him to say something– fess up the real reason he was here, for one.
Ben just stared unknowingly, brow quirked. "There– you're doing that freaky silent talk thing again!" He pointed out, making you groan.
"Why are you here?" You asked bluntly this time.
Ben's face morphed into one of realization before he grinned again. "Because you like me."
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Hiii! I saw your c.ai characters and I really like them! You write so well ^^ I would like to request <33 (I dreamt about this last night lol)
F: The Pitt C: Jack Abbot (my man)
I'd love a soulmate AU with Jack where soulmates are connected by a red string. You can't see your own string, only your soulmate's when you meet them.
Jack is an immortal vampire (or another immortal being) and has lived for centuries. Years ago, he finally saw his soulmate's red string for the first time, but before he could meet her properly, she died in an accident. He never forgot her and spent years grieving and wondering if he'd ever get a second chance.
Fast forward to the present. He is now an attending physician and is also a military veteran. His soulmate has been reincarnated, though neither of them knows it.
The user is a CSI (crime scene investigator) who gets caught in a mass shooting at PitFest while hanging out with friends and is rushed to The Pitt after being shot. When he sees her in the trauma bay, he immediately recognizes the red string around her wrist and realizes she's the same soulmate he lost all those years ago, reborn.
I'd love lots of angst, slow-burn romance, and him trying to save her life while dealing with the shock of finally finding his soulmate again after all this time.
hey so, i need you to keep having these dreams baddie bc this was beautiful. and am i a titanic nerd, absolutely, so when i saw jack and tragic accident ofc that means we have to die tragically in the titanic like duhhh
anywho.. here's the link my lovebugs, have fun and don't forget to write it on your heart!
hiii I really like your c.ai bots! I would like to make a request if you don’t mind :)
Fandom : Animal Kingdom
Character: Andrew Pope Cody
Plot: {user} is severely hurt through torture by people who the Cody family don't get along with that they don't react/recognize Andrew who is her husband. User gets saved, and then the slowburn angst of recovery comes...(bonus if user was presumed dead)
(just a girl who needs pure angst)
take care! 💗
oh my goodness, this one was actually so fun to do and it took my searching through a few episodes to try and get a good pope reaction and a lot of cutting down my initial greeting to make it fit in the required characters 😭
anywho, i might make this into a one-shot as well!!
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Ziyana sat cross-legged on a rock, staring up at the stars as if she could see the answers to all her problems in their cold, distant light. The campfire crackled not far from her, the glow casting flickering shadows on the worn faces of the other campers. It was a peaceful night, the kind that tricked you into thinking everything was fine. But she knew better. Nothing in the world of the gods was ever truly calm for long.
A soft voice pulled her from her thoughts."You look like you're contemplating the meaning of life again, Zee," Luke said with a teasing smile, sitting down beside her on the rock. His presence was always a comfort—steady, calm, and somehow capable of grounding her when the world seemed to swirl around them both. He nudged her shoulder playfully, his black hair falling messily across his brow. His brown eyes twinkled in the firelight, his usual confidence wearing thin tonight.
She glanced over at him, her lips curling up in a half-smile. "Well, when you've been here this long, you tend to think about things a little differently than other people."
Luke chuckled softly. "You think too much, you know that?" He reached over and brushed a stray curl out of her face, his touch light but deliberate. "You should take a break from overthinking. It's not like there's anything out here that could hurt us. Not tonight."
Ziyana met his gaze, feeling the familiar pull in her chest. There was a time, not so long ago, when everything about Luke had seemed perfect to her. His easy smile, the way he could talk anyone into anything, the fierce loyalty he had for his friends—it all drew her in. But more than that, there was something about the way he made her feel safe in a world where safety was a fleeting illusion.
But she knew better than to let herself believe everything would stay perfect forever. She leaned her head against his shoulder, sighing softly. "You’re always so sure about everything, wonder-boy... but... I feel like something’s coming. Something bad."
Luke’s fingers twitched, as if he wanted to brush the thought away, but he didn’t. He had always been protective of her, even before they started—whatever it was they were. He had been the first to reach out to her after her father died, the first one who made her feel like maybe there was a place for her at Camp Half-Blood. The bond between them had been easy to form, almost too easy. He was the only person who knew the darkness she carried in her heart, and he made it feel like it was something that could be handled.
He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "I know it feels like there’s a storm coming, Zee. But it doesn’t mean it’s here yet. We have time. You’ll see."
Ziyana closed her eyes for a moment, trying to believe him, but her gut told her otherwise. Her connection to the night, to the shadows that ran deep in her veins, was never wrong. Something was coming. She didn’t know what, but it was only a matter of time.
The sound of distant voices broke through her thoughts. Percy Jackson, a new camper who had been staying at Camp Half-Blood for the last week, was speaking loudly enough for them to hear.
"You're telling me, Percy," Annabeth’s voice called back, "that you’ve never seen a pegasus before?"
Ziyana raised an eyebrow. "Looks like our new friend is still adjusting to camp life."Luke smirked. "Yeah, I’m sure he's having the time of his life trying to figure out all the camp drama."
The corner of Ziyana’s mouth quirked upward. “Of course, because there's just so much..”
He laughed, a deep, warm sound that made her stomach flutter. "Hey, I’m just saying, if you weren't already the camp's top troublemaker, you might’ve had some competition."
Ziyana glanced over toward the campfire, where Percy and Annabeth were now joined by Grover, the satyr. Percy was grinning widely, as if everything was just one big joke to him, and Annabeth was laughing with a kind of amusement that made Ziyana’s heart ache. Luke was right: Camp life was chaotic, but they had all managed to make it work. For now.
Still, as she looked back at Luke, her thoughts drifted to the unspoken tension between them. There was a quiet understanding that their world wasn’t the safest. And no matter how much Luke smiled or cracked jokes, they both knew what hung over their heads.Luke squeezed her hand, pulling her out of her thoughts. "We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But you should know, Zee, I’ll always be here for you. No matter what."
Her heart twisted. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to say that nothing would ever come between them, that they would always stand by each other. But a part of her feared that this peace would crumble. That the shadows she was so connected to would take everything she loved away from her.
She turned her face up to meet his, her hand tightening around his. "I know, Luke. But we both know the gods don’t just let us be happy for long."
Luke gave her a small smile, his gaze softening. "Yeah, they’ve got a funny way of ruining everything, don’t they?" He spoke quietly and she smiled back, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
The night grew quieter, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. The campfire flickered, sending shadows dancing across the ground. Ziyana leaned into Luke, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
And for just a brief moment, she allowed herself to forget the darkness that loomed in the distance.
short a/n: i'm so sorry for going a little inactive but i've been bingewatching got and hotd and haven't had time to pick up my pjo books in the meantime 😭. but trust, i'm working hard to please you guys 😼👍
Hello, my name is Muhammad. I am creating this account to help me and my family. I am a second-year university student majoring in nursing, but unfortunately the war deprived me of my most basic rights, and it did not make me believe that I would complete my education and plan for my future, which I was waiting to achieve by completing her university studies.
Therefore, we resorted to creating this link to collect $50,000 so that we could pay for coordination to enter the crossing to travel, because my family and I are 9 people.
We lost a lot during the war. We lost our homes and property, we lost the elements of life that we relied on, and we lost all of our jobs that we used to live on, hoping that we would have a new destination outside of the war, leave Gaza, and build a new life, a life free of worry and sufferingAnd psychological fatigue and constant deprivation in order to have a decent life worthy of us as human beings.
I did not think that a day like this would come upon me when I would ask for help from anyone, but what can I do? This is the condition of an entire country, and all of this I do in the hope of starting again and taking my family and brothers’ children who are still not married. The meaning of a normal life free of these cruel scenes.
I apologize for disturbing you and getting into the details of my life, but you are helping a family start over. A normal life, like life, nothing more.
_With all my gratitude ❤️
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When sorrow and difficulties strike hard, hope becomes the lone star in the dark sky. This is the story of Amira, a 23-year-old girl who found herself bearing the burden of her family after her father's death three years ago due to the coronavirus.
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After my father's passing, I found myself taking care of my family, consisting of my mother, sister Noor, and brother Abdulrahman. My mother, suffering from high blood pressure and diabetes, faces health problems that further complicate their situation. But courage and determination drive Amira forward.
I worked as a teaching assistant at the university while pursuing a master's degree in data science, and also worked as a programmer in a company. My life was going smoothly until war came and destroyed everything.
My university, workplace, and home were completely destroyed, forcing them to flee south in search of a safe haven. Now, I and my family live in tents for displaced people in Deir al-Balah, where they suffer from water shortages and the spread of diseases, posing an additional challenge, especially for my immunocompromised mother.
This is a brief about our daily suffering.
Please help me, my mother, my sister and my brother to go out to treat my mother because she suffers from widespread diseases because her immunity is weak and help us to complete our educational journey, me and my brother
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What is going on in Palestine is not a war - this is genocide. Over 35,000 are dead, and over 70,000 are fatally wounded without access to basic hospital supplies like anaesthetic or painkillers. Over 10,000 children have been killed during air raids and ground operations led by the IDF - not just by starvation or illness.
If you cannot see what is going on, I am afraid your humanity is severely lacking, and you need to take it upon yourself to educate yourself.
Why should you donate?
The bottom line is, if you can’t, then don’t. But even the smallest amount helps contribute towards these families’ goals, and helps them move towards the option for evacuation or rebuilding their lives.
If you cannot donate, or don’t feel comfortable donating, share this around. Let the message spread.
All eyes on Rafah.
I have linked a few gofundme pages below, but feel free to go on the gofundme.com website if you think there are other families you have in mind that could use your help too.
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Pairings: King of the North!Jon Snow x Wife!Reader
Warnings: None
Queen of the North. The title never sat quite right in her mouth. It belonged to Sansa, or whatever wife Robb would've taken, she'd always believed. But here she was, perched on a dark throne, furs on her body and a crown on her head.
Though, she couldn't help but feel her heart race as she looked to her right. King of the North. Now, that was what fit him. He sat there as Jon Stark, no trace of bastardness left on his name, though when she saw his boyish face, he was still the bastard child she'd met all those years ago. Her hand took his and gave it a comforting squeeze, knowing how insecure he felt in his new role as she did in hers.
Though, despite the new title, new name, and new land, when they laid together at night, she knew...he was still her man. Her hand curled in his hair and his around her waist. It had always been meant to be, the two of them. They knew since they'd met. Dirt-covered cheeks had been kissed clean by strawberry-stained ones. Blister-ridden hands had been held by silk glove-clad ones. And now, scarred body pressed against scarred body as they laid together.
Though the name Jon Snow was formally dead, it still slipped from her lips when she said goodbye. And though she had never been a princess, the title still slipped from his lips when he promised return. And while cheeks were no longer dirty, lips no longer stained, the childhood love was still there and proved everytime he came home. Lips greedily pressed against lips, hands desperately gripped at clothes, and sobs of relief escaped throats.
Though neither of them believed they were fit to be king or queen, they couldn't help but believe they were fit for each other. Just as they had when they were young and dirt still covered cheeks and strawberries still stained lips...
