My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
I just imagine Noah getting you tickets to Sabrina Carpenter cause you love her so much and he goes with you. You guys are right next to the stage and he’s got his arms around you and bops his head side to side, just happy to see you have so much fun. Here comes the arrest and she ends up calling Noah out and he’s the one that gets arrested. You giggle and smile through the rest of the concert and then you’re suddenly at home, hands tied behind your back with Noah’s fuzzy pink handcuffs he got.
standing in the kitchen naked eating cold pizza in the middle of the night with satoru bc you’ve starved each other so bad (multiple rounds, multiple orgasms) but he makes you step on his feet bc the floor is cold and you’re barefoot <3
I just know that Noah is the type to make you keep your glasses on when you give him head, and when you are really into it and they are sliding off your face, he’ll stop fucking into your face roughly, and gently push them up your nose for you.
I just imagine you being HEAVILY pregnant, like a week overdue and absolutely fucking miserable as one would be. You are lying cocooned in Noah’s bed wrapped up in his blankets and your pregnancy pillow he had bought for you early on. You are fed up, tired and your body hurt and you were just absolutely over being pregnant. Prior to being a lump in bed, you had a pretty bad meltdown while Noah knelt by the bed and brushed your matted hair away from your face, listening and comforting you the best he could. He knew how hard this pregnancy had been on your body, and he was so grateful your body could do this for him; giving him a baby that was part you and part him. He dreamed of this life for a long time.
Noah had asked if you were good with him streaming for an hour or so, and all you did was whine out a yes, and roll (trying to lift your body the best you could) to the other side.
You drifted in and out of sleep listening to Noah talk to the people watching. He had always been comfort for you. Even when you were unbelievably uncomfortable.
“Oh no, Y/N hasn’t had the baby yet. I’m not gonna go into too many details but we are still waiting on the baby’s arrival.”
“Oh… uh… yeah she’s actually asleep right now and I don’t want to wake her up.”
That caught your attention as he continued to gush about how amazing you’ve been and how you are taking it like a champ.
“ not asleep” you mumbled grouchily.
He turned his chair and gave you a sweet smile.
“Hi baby, everyone’s asking about you. They are wanting to see you since it has been awhile since you were online.” He said warily, like he was poking a bear.
You grunted as you pushed yourself up and stuck your hands out for him to grab to drag you out of the bed.
He quickly told them to give him a second and hurried to you, grabbing your hands gently and hoisting you up to your feet. You groaned as gravity took over and your baby dropped lower into your pelvis.
Your face screwed up in pain, resting your hand under your belly where the baby was.
“ you don’t have to do this Y/N/N. They can wait”
You shook your head and followed him back to his chair.
“Do you want to sit?” Noah asked, scooting the chair back to give you access to his lap and you shook your head again. You didn’t want the viewers to see you struggle to get out of his lap.
You wrapped your arm over the top of his shoulders.
In all honestly, you looked an absolute mess. A pair of Noah’s joggers sat low on your waist and one of your tank tops that clearly don’t fit you anymore, sat 5 or 6 inches above the waist band of the joggers, leaving your belly exposed. Your face was puffy with bags under your eyes, and tear stains from the hours of crying. Your hair was wrapped in a bun that resembled a rats nest.
Noah stared up at you with such adoration it took your breath away. You looked away from him and to the screen to read the chat and comments were FLYING
“Omg she’s so big”
“ you look miserable! How are you feeling?”
“ is it a boy or a girl”
“ you are glowing!!!”
You leaned your hip against the chair and gave a sleepy smile. Everyone had been so kind to you since it had come out you and Noah were together.
Noah wrapped his arm around your waist, and placed his hand on your big belly, kissing the side of it.
Your heart was soaring. Or always did when you showed affection to your child.
“ okay, okay, you’ve seen her, she needs to go back to bed and get her rest before the baby comes.”
You said bye to everyone and placed a gentle kiss on top of Noah’s head. He grinned wildly as he went back to playing his game.
Two days later your water broke and you brought home a baby girl with thick dark hair just like dad🥲😩
I just know that Noah is the type to make you keep your glasses on when you give him head, and when you are really into it and they are sliding off your face, he’ll stop fucking into your face roughly, and gently push them up your nose for you.
Your foot tapped lightly as you slid the cap back onto the pregnancy test and flipped it upside down on the counter. Your heart pounded in your ears as you waited for one of two things to happen; one, the two minutes would be up to check the test or two, Noah would be there. You were ecstatic to see Noah. It had been 4 months since you had been to visit him on tour, and with the break coming up the first thing Noah wanted to do was see you so he could wrap you in his arms. You guys weren’t necessarily TOGETHER, but you had known each other a few months and began to have sex when he had breaks in between tours. It was casual but also not casual. You saw each other exclusively, and texted and called everyday. You were both looking forward to this break, but this go around you may or may not have news for him. You were on birth control but since coming home from the two weeks you were on tour with him, you noticed that your period hadn’t come on the days you took your sugar pills. One month went by, then the next, then the next, and then you stood today, waiting on the results. You and Noah hadn’t even had the conversation of kids, especially because you weren’t even together. There was no point in having that conversation with someone who may not be in your future.
You huffed, clicking open your phone to check the timer. 30 seconds left. You stared at the picture of you and Noah on your background, wondering what the outcome would be between the two of you.
Ding dong
You sucked in a sharp breath, meeting your eyes in the mirror. You grabbed the stick off the counter and pocketed it in your sweat pants. You didn’t want to risk him having to come in to the bathroom and seeing it before you could talk about it with him.
You made your way to the door and swung it open, greet ed by the biggest smile on his face. His hands were on you in an instant; grabbing, rubbing and greeting
“Hi. Oh my god Y/N, fuck I missed you so much.”
His lips were brushing over your cheek as you laugh. Turning your head toward him, he captures your lips in a searing kiss, grabbing your face gently with his large tattooed hands. You melted into his kiss as his hands wondered to your backside, where you were keeping the pregnancy test.
You popped back. “ wait!”
He drew back slightly, a confused expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“ we need.. I mean.. can we talk?”
Anxiety crossed his face as you led him to the couch.
He sat his legs spread, with you on top of him straddling him.
“ you okay? You look sick?”
You WERE sick. You were convinced you’d vomit at any point during this conversation.
“ my period is late.”
His face turned blank.
“ oh? Is that a symptom of the pill youre on?”
You took a deep breath, not breaking eye contact.
“ 4 months late”
You could see his eyes searching your face, connecting the dots.
“Wai-“I took a pregnancy test but I haven’t looked yet” you held it up in a shaky fist, while Noah eyes it like it’s going to explode.
“Okay.” He nodded, shifting you to where you can both look down on the test.
“ ready?” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily.
You open them a CRACK and immediately gasp and shut them because “ PREGNANT 3+” Glared up at you.
Tears burn your eyes as you shake your head. You sneak a peak at Noah and he’s staring at the test with a deadpan look on his face. You couldn’t read his face, but the anxiety quickly dissipated because you were suddenly going to puke from all the adrenaline.
“ I’m gonna-“ before he could respond, you were off his lap and sprinting to the bathroom.
After several minutes of puking you felt Noah’s strong hands brush your hair back and rub down your back soothingly.
You were kind of surprised he was still here.
After a few more minutes you sat up and flushed the toilet. Noah handed you a bottle of water and helped you to your feet. Your pregnancy test sat next to where he leaned against the counter. You groaned.
“ we need to call and get you an appointment.” Noah brushed the hair out of your face.
Tears burned your eyes as you nodded.
“ we’re having a baby.” You whispered. You weren’t even sure you wanted a baby.
He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs quietly as you both processed the information.
You weren’t sure what you guys were gonna do but everything would be okay if you had him.
All I can picture is you being someone who is giggly and fun and you are dating the grumpy Levi Ackerman so one evening he’s sitting at his desk in your shared room, slaving away to paperwork like always when you began whining that you want his attention as you sat on the couch a few feet from him.
“Leeeeeeeee”
No answer.
“Honeyyyy” he paused a moment giving you a slight
“Hm” as he continued paper work.
“ daddy.” You said innocently but your growing mischievous smile painted your face.
Levi froze, and you could practically see the disgust on his face by the time he turns his head completely toward you.
“ don’t ever call me that again, Brat”
You break into hysterical laughter as he gives you a deadpan look
I love reading a good dominant Levi fic but also for me I don’t picture him that way. I can only imagine how soft he is with you. His entire life has been pain and fighting, why would he want that in his sex life? No I picture him being as gentle with you as he possibly can, making sure the only thing that he pulls out of you are cries of pleasure. Instead of spanking you and being rough with you, he runs his rough hands all over your soft body, whispering sweet praises about how good you feel and how you were made for him. He feels so thankful that instead of bringing pain to you, you’re underneath him wriggling in pleasure. I also picture you being his first and vice versa. You are learning what you like together, and of course he has a natural talent for it. He’s a stoic man but he can’t help the way he whimpers into your neck when he first pushes in to your wetness.
AN: I’ve jumped on the best friend trend. so plz enjoy this best friend Noah smutty thought i had. this was a quick write, and also written on my phone so plz ignore the capitalization errors.
NSFW below the cut ◡̈
Honestly, if anyone were to ask, you weren't sure how you would have told them. how it started, who brought it up, or even how the topic came up. but here you were, pj shorts at the foot of his bed, legs spread and Noah watching you from his desk chair.
you were both giggly about it. it seemed silly, but he’s your best friend who cares? but that all went away the second your legs spread. the man's eyes going a little wide, pupils blown as he watched your hand roam down your body.
this wasn't sexy, well it wasn’t meant to be.
"uh, like this?" you asked, a little embarrassed. "fuck, this is stupid."
you were against his pillows, the show long forgotten, the bowl of popcorn moved to his desk. Noah was still at his desk, starry eyes watching you intently.
your hand was down the front of your underwear, shakey fingers searching for something you shared you’d never been able to achieve on your own.
you still were questioning why you told him.
Noah adjusted himself, his growing cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. forever wishing he put on boxers today.
he didn't know the rules when it came to getting yourself off in front of your best friend. so he kept it a little light, laughed breathily and asked, "you're such an idiot. are you even touching your clit?"
his words ran through you, a simple question truly but it was bordering on the dirty talk you desperately craved to come from his mouth.
you squirmed, shrugging, unable to take your eyes off of Noah. he was watching your hand move, content with seeing your fingers moving through your folds.
"i think so?" you claimed. "i don't know. it's just, it's too wet to feel anything really.”
Noah felt his breath get stuck in his throat.
you watched his cheeks burn, wondering if he'd move closer, if you asked.
you don’t know when, but he’s at the edge of his bed now. still in his chair. his fingers brushing against your ankle.
"no, I know. fuck, um-" Noah swallowed, shifting again. "move in circles, be a bit softer. fuck, sweetheart. yeah, you'll feel it."
so you did, two fingers exploring slowly, up and down between your folds, moving a little higher until you reached the spot he was just picking on you for, the pads of your middle and pointer touching a little bump that made your breath hitch.
you laughed to yourself, feeling stupid, feeling floaty, searching for that high. you crinkled your nose, as you did slow circles, soft and shy.
"oh," you mumbled, mouth parting slightly. still watching Noah.
he pressed his lips together, eyes flickering from your hand to your face.
"yeah? does that feel good?"
"uh huh, feels good."
you thought you heard him let out a soft noise.
"will I come?" you asked, still feeling small. "if I keep doing this?"
you were squirming again, moaning softly, chasing your high. he was watching you, open mouthed.
he was too far gone to try and hide it, when he dragged his palm over himself, you moaned, eyes following his movements.
"yeah, fuck. just keep doing that. do what feels good, okay?" voice hoarse, and wrecked, "you're doing so good, baby."
the praise made your hips lift from the bed a little, fingers moving down a little further, confidence building as Noah kept rubbing over his cock,"holy shit, that's fucking hot. you gonna show me how tight you are?" he croaked.
“uh huh”, head tipped back into the pillows. you wanted him to keep talking. you just didn't know how to ask him.
your foot slipped, bumping into Noah's arm and he caught your ankle, wide palm wrapping around as he held you. making you shiver.
"oh, there you go," he murmured. “that's it, baby. fuck, you're so good. can't believe you're gonna let me watch you cum. gonna be a good girl and show me how bad you want it? won’t ever need anyone else after this. just me and you.”
Levi’s a clean freak, but has absolutely no problems putting every inch of your body in his mouth. Why? Because he loves you to put it simply. He will do anything that elicits a moan out of you, and will do it ten more times just to make you come undone. There’s not a portion of your body that Levi hasn’t licked, sucked, or kissed. He loves that he gets to make you feel good. When it’s just you and him, there’s no pain, no fighting or drama. Just pure love and really great sex.
a mother is singing her baby a lullaby for the first time, a shelter cat is going home with an excited family, a kid is starting the first pages of what will be their favorite book series, a couple in a long engagement is finally having their wedding, a gardener is stepping outside to see their produce flourishing and almost ready to be picked, a father is becoming a grandfather eager to hold his new little love, a teenager is putting the keys into their first car, someone is moving on from a break up and walking past a place they used to go with their ex without feeling an ache, a patient is taking their first steps forward after a long surgery, a child is getting all giddy with anticipation for their birthday party
because life all around us is beautiful even though there is chaos and sorrow that can often overshadow it.
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