#please bring my family back together 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[wheeleryutagf]

what if i cried. sobbed even

[ashraffamilynew]

Please help secure a future for an entire family - me, Ashraf, my wife Ghadeer, and our lovely innocent son Yamen 👶💙

Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi , fundraisers list Number (#328)

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Please bring us back to life without war, destruction, genocide or killing because this is what fills our memories after we forget what a life full of hope is like ‼️

I'm Ashraf from the war-torn Gaza. I've lived an entire life under siege in Gaza, facing relentless military actions and life-threatening conditions daily. In October 2023, the conflict escalated drastically, devastating my newly built house, my neighborhood,my workplace, and jeopardizing the lives of my family.

My wife, Ghadeer @ghadeerarqan , and I live in Gaza with our baby son Yamen. My wife gave birth to Yamen during the war, and it is all he has ever known. Yamen has spent the tenth months of his young life without a stable home, surviving a genocide.

I mourn the loss of our safe haven, but more urgently, I need to secure a future for my family away from the constant threat of bombings that have become our grim reality.

Meet Yamane, our precious tenth-months-old. Who was born during this war, We aspire to provide him with opportunities that surpass our own experiences, fostering a future filled with joy and prosperity.

This campaign is a call to arms for all who believe in the transformative power of community support. By contributing, you're not just donating; you're actively shaping Yamane's world, ensuring his journey is filled with the promise and potential every child deserves. Join us in making a profound impact on his life

Yamen... he's only a baby. He doesn't understand the fear that grips us, the darkness that engulfs our lives. He just smiles, his eyes bright with innocent wonder, oblivious to the terror that surrounds him. He reaches for me with tiny hands, his laughter a fragile melody in this symphony of destruction. 💔

can we shield him from the reality of this war ⁉️can we keep him safe ⁉️

Your generosity is a beacon of hope for my family, especially for my little baby boy Yaman👶🩷, who deserves a future free from fear and filled with opportunity.

Thank you for standing with us during this incredibly challenging time. Your support means the world to us, 🌺🩷🌿🕊

But we still need your help to reach our goal. Please continue to share our campaign and consider contributing if you can. Together, we can create a brighter future for Yamane and all children affected by this conflict.

Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi , fundraisers list Number (#328)

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[b1eedthefreak]

hi beautiful, i always loved seeing your hispanic reader x daryl fics they warm my heart sm, recently i had a bad episode including xenophobia bc of my background and i felt so bad about it, if you have time you think you could write something with daryl comforting reader after someone told her to go back where she came from or just said hurtful things to her💔 hope this doesnt sound too odd but i love your blog and wish you the best💕

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Belong Here

⌇daryl dixon x hispanic!reader

summary⌇after settling in alexandria, you face racism from your neighbors and daryl takes action

warnings⌇racism towards hispanic!reader, violence

word count⌇1.8k

a/n⌇anon this is NOT odd at all. what’s odd is the racism you experience!!!!! babe you are worth more than words can ever describe and are so loved! i’m bringing back hispanic!reader for this anon i love you. also, anyone reading this please educate yourself on what the u.s government is doing; deporting and ripping families apart. no one is illegal on stolen land!

The house was small, creaky, with faded wallpaper and a porch that needed fixing—but it was yours. Yours and Daryl’s. You’d picked it together, rooms quiet with promise, a space to breathe after years of blood and chaos. He’d let you pick the curtains, the faded rug, even the chipped blue mugs for your mismatched kitchen. You’d laughed when he called them ugly, but you saw the way he used his every morning anyway.

You were finally starting to feel safe.

That is, until today.

You’d been the one to answer the door, hair pulled back in a loose braid, sweater slipping off one shoulder. You weren’t expecting anyone, but Alexandria always had people passing through, smiling too wide, talking too fast. The neighbors—two of them stood there holding a basket of homemade bread wrapped in a gingham cloth.

They blinked at you, faces stiff.

“Oh,” one said. “We thought… this was Mr. Dixon’s house.”

You smiled politely. “It is! Vivo con Daryl.”

The moment you spoke, their expressions shifted—like you’d said something wrong.

“Can you… speak normally?” the other one asked, scrunching her nose. “English?”

You blinked, confused, trying to laugh it off. “I am speaking English…”

They exchanged glances, clearly unimpressed.

“Such a shame,” the first one muttered. “That fine gentleman’s with you. Can’t even speak English or understand us. Should’ve stayed wherever Mexico country you came from.”

Your breath caught. You stared at them, the words hitting you like a slap, cold and sharp. Mexico country. They didn’t even ask. Just assumed.

And you froze.

Your smile faded, hands tightening around the door frame. You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to process the sudden flood of heat in your cheeks, the sting in your chest. You were still standing there, stunned and silent, when Daryl’s voice cut through behind you.

“What’s goin’ on?”

He stepped up beside you, one hand brushing the small of your back protectively. You barely registered his presence—you were still stuck in that awful moment, eyes starting to blur with tears.

The neighbors shifted uncomfortably, eyes flicking to him with fake smiles.

“Oh, we were just leaving,” one of them said, handing him the bread. “God bless you…”

It sounded like a curse.

They moved past him quickly and disappeared down the sidewalk.

Daryl turned back to you, and stopped cold.

You were still standing in the doorway, your shoulders shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks as you stared at the ground. You couldn’t meet his eyes. Couldn’t even speak. Your throat felt tight, your heart racing with something ugly.

“Hey, hey—” he said softly, stepping closer, hands cupping your arms. “What happened? You okay? Did they—did they hurt you?”

You shook your head, lip trembling.

“N-no… they just… they said…”

He leaned in, brows furrowed, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to find what was broken.

“They said I… I don’t speak English. That I should go back to where I came from. That I don’t belong here.”

The words spilled out like they weren’t even yours. Like they were echoing from somewhere else.

And still, you couldn’t look at him.

“Darlin’,” he whispered, voice thick, thumb brushing your cheek to wipe away a tear. “Look at me.”

You didn’t want to. But you did.

And he looked furious.

Not at you. Never at you. But at the world. At the people who thought they could say that to you. That they could make you feel small. Wrong. Unwelcome.

“You do speak English,” he said, voice low and tight. “Better than half the folks in this town. And you belong here. With me. This house? This life? Ain’t none of it right without you in it.”

You finally let out a shaky breath and he pulled you into his arms, holding you like you were something precious. Like you were breakable. Like he would never, ever let them get to you again.

“I got you,” he murmured into your hair. “Ain’t nothin’ they say that changes who you are.”

You buried your face in his chest.

He didn’t let go.

It was dark by the time Daryl slipped out of the house, shoulders tense, jaw clenched.

He wasn’t one for drama. Wasn’t one to start shit. But tonight? Tonight, it wasn’t about pride. It was about you.

He was heading for Rick’s when he saw them—those same neighbors, walking hand in hand under the streetlights like they hadn’t shattered someone’s heart just hours ago.

They saw him too.

“Oh! Hello, darling!” one of them chirped.

Daryl stopped.

Didn’t smile. Didn’t greet them.

“Heard what y’said to my wife,” he said flatly.

The air shifted.

They paused, still smiling but something behind their eyes changed.

“We were just being honest,” the woman said. “People like her don’t belong in a place like this.”

That was it.

The punch landed fast, sharp, and brutal right to the man’s jaw. He stumbled back, falling hard onto the grass with a grunt. Daryl stood over him, fists clenched, breathing hard.

“Say it again,” he growled. “Say it again.”

Rick’s voice cut through the air.

“Daryl!”

Michonne was right behind him. Carl too. They ran over, eyes wide as they saw the scene—Daryl breathing like a wild animal, neighbor bleeding from the lip, the other screaming.

“They said she don’t belong here,” Daryl snapped, voice shaking. “Said she can’t speak English, said she should go back where she came from.”

Rick looked at the neighbors. Saw the guilt on their faces. Didn’t need to hear another word.

“You’re lucky that’s all he did,” Michonne said coldly, stepping forward.

The neighbors stammered something about misunderstanding, about not meaning it. But no one believed them.

Rick turned to Daryl.

“Go home. I’ll handle this.”

Daryl didn’t hesitate.

You were sitting on the porch when he came back, arms wrapped around your knees, sweater bunched at your wrists. You looked up at the sound of boots on the steps.

“Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey,” he said, crouching down in front of you. “Y’alright?”

You nodded. “Did you talk to Rick?”

He hesitated. Then smiled faintly.

“Talked with my fists first.”

Your eyes widened.

“Daryl—”

“They deserved worse,” he said. “No one talks ‘bout you like that. Not while I’m breathin’.”

You blinked back tears again—but this time, they were different. Softer. Safer.

He reached up, cupped your cheek again. Don’t let ‘em make you doubt it. They don’t deserve to even breathe near ya anyway.”

You leaned into his hand.

“I love you,” you whispered.

His face softened.

“I love you too.”

And in that moment, on a quiet porch in a world still learning how to heal, you knew—you didn’t need to belong to them. You belonged with him.

And that was more than enough.

[manal-gh2]

🚫 Very dangerous.

I don't know what to do💔

Endless nights of crying and screaming, and repeated pleas: "I don't want to die, I don't want to disappear." 😭😭😭⚰️⚰️

Basma, the flower of my life, suddenly withered. I no longer see anything in her eyes except shadows of sadness and despair. 😭💔

Every word that comes out of her lips is like a knife stabbing me in the heart. 💔💔

I tried with all my strength to plant hope in her, to remind her of all the beautiful moments we lived together, but all my attempts failed.

I feel completely helpless.

All I could do was make her raise her head while she remained sad without a single word coming out of her🔇😭

I am the one who needs someone to comfort and support me, so how can I be a support for my daughter when she is in this miserable state? I feel so guilty. 😭💔

I always wonder: Where did I go wrong? What did I do or not do? I think I lost the ability to help her, and I became completely helpless.

I cry every night, and pray to God to get her out of this darkness, and to bring back her laughter and joy. 🫂

I am in dire need of any advice or support, any kind word that can ease this pain. 🫂🫂

Please, help me save my daughter, my life without her is worth nothing. "❤️‍🩹

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[chunniwritesalot]

mrs. alonso - fa14 smau - part 2

i jut cant help myself chat

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 a

cw: nothing really! none of the photos used except the one below this is mine! all of them are from pinterest

fernando and y/n have been married for 18 years now, but their love has been the same since they met 26 years ago.

information: spanish speaking! reader, fem! reader, you have 2 daughters- one is 18 and one is 5. you and claire ann stroll are best friends! this is really just how i see old people using social medias 😭

Francesca or Fran is your OLDER daughter and Rubi is your YOUNGER daughter.

(in the tweets it was y/o/d which stood for your older daughter but i ultimately decided to name the kids just so it was a little easier for me! i don’t feel like changing the tweets so…)

-start-

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"mama!" fran called out as she walked downstairs into the kitchen. rubi was doing her homework at the counter as fernando and y/n cooked dinner- some seafood dish that smelled absolutely amazing. fran plopped herself down on the seat next to her younger sister and watched her parents. fernando turned to her from the stove and raised an eyebrow, "hm mami?" he asked her. the oldest daughter rolled her eyes, "papa, i wasn't talking to you" she sighed, fernando grinned, shaking his head, "mama and i are basically the same" he chimed, turning back to the stove, y/n chuckled and turned to fran "yes, mija?" she asked, smiling at her eldest, she was such an angel. fran pulled out her phone and showed her mother the tweet. y/n frowned, "no posts from mrs. alonso?" she read out, raising her eyebrow, "posts from what? why are they getting weaker? do you know this person?"

francesca sighed, "mama they want you to post on your instagram, thats what they mean."

y/n's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "hmph, i didn't know people were waiting on me to post... fernando, did you know this?" fernando frowned himself, turning away from the stove once again, "no i didn't know this fact." he too, leaning forward to read the tweet on fran’s phone. he shrugged, "tal vez sea una señal (maybe its a sign)"

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y/nalonso has posted!

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y/nalonso Mi post en Instagram...😘😮

(translation: My post on Instagram)

tagged: @/franalo14 @/fernandoalo_official @/chloestroll @/lance_stroll @/claireannstroll @/lewishamilton @/logansargeant

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franalo14 everyone thank me!

user1 thank you fran user2 thank you fran user3 thank you fran user4 thank you fran user6, user6, user7, and 580 others have responded...

lance_stroll I MADE IT INTO THE FAMILY POSTS 🤩😍

y/nalonso Hello mijo, please come over...Rubi misses you...thank you...🙃🙃 lance_stroll sounds good...😨 user8 HELP SAVE LANCE NOW.

lewishamilton Thanks for the dinner invite! Amazing food 🙌🙌

fernandoalo_official Thank you Lewis😛 lewishamilton I wasn't talking to you 😅 fernandoalo_official Oh.......😫😥

claireannstroll Amazing photos sister...😘🥰 Come over tomorrow for lunch👯‍♀️👩‍🍳

y/nalonso Sounds like a plan, I will bring some wine Fernando got from Italy...May need to stay over! Can not drive drunk😂😂😂🍷😵 claireannstroll L.O.L!! Sounds risky...😎😏😹 user9 oh to be invited to the stroll alonso hangouts franalo14 @/user9, trust me you do not want to be invited.

fernandoalo_official So hot😫😍

fernandoalo_official No puedo dejar de pensar en ti...😏😲 (translation: I can't stop thinking about you)

fernandoalo_official Eres el postre perfecto para una cena romántica 😍😋 (translation: You’re the perfect dessert for a romantic dinner) <thank you to the anon that helped me translate this 💗> user10 why is nando replying to himself this cannot be real

y/nalonso Thank you husband😏🤪🥺

user11 MRS. ALONSO YOU HAVE TO REPLY TO THE COMMENT 😭 y/nalonso Oh...please do not cry at my mistake...I am very sorry😯😓��� user11 @/y/nalonso wait mother im sorry 💔 user12 @/user11 shes a little confused but she got the spirit

chloestroll such a fun beach trip with you, aunt y/n! can't wait to see you again soon 💕💕

y/nalonso You must come soon...😉

user13 mother has blessed us again!

oscarpiastri mom said thanks for the recipe mrs. alonso

y/nalonso Please tell Nicole to come over again...Oscar... oscarpiastri 😦

logansargeant thank you for inviting riley and i for dinner 😁

y/nalonso Please come again soon, mijo... food will be hard to come by when you are unemployed logansargeant oh... 😨 riley_whittal HELP? user14 SHE VIOLATED LOGAN LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

carlossainz55 ¡Qué bueno verte! (great seeing you!)

fernandoalo_official ¿Cómo te sientes? (how do you feel) carlossainz55 He arruinado mi vida. (i have ruined my life) fernandoalo_official 😬😬

maxverstappen1 P wants to see Rubi again!

y/nalonso Let us arrange a playdate. Rubi likes playing the Dressing game on Robux🎮🎮with P🫛I am in 🇲🇨on the 13-20th.Please text my number Max…

maxverstappen1 Yeah… sounds good 🤨😂

-fin-

my requests are open! if you want to see something special done w this series dont be afraid to ask :)

[love-belle]

ishq wala love !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're the blueprint for true love and everyone's in love with their love.

or

for when you find a love that feels like love. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - im back (im so sorry) i really hope u like it <3 thank you so much for reading, i love you <3

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yourusername ishq wala love ( love like love )

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≡;- ꒰ °instagram ꒱

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Update: October 11, 2024

🌟 Help Save My Beloved Kitty, Lisa 🌟

Meet **Lisa** 🐾, my sweet and spirited kitty who has brought endless love and joy into my life. 💖 With her playful purrs and gentle headbutts, she’s been my constant companion, brightening even the darkest days. Right now, however, my heart is heavy as she’s facing a serious health crisis. 😿

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We’re in urgent need of medical treatment to save her life, and I’m reaching out to you for help. Please consider donating to support Lisa’s care here: [PayPal Donation Link] 🙏💙

Watching her struggle is heartbreaking 💔, and I know there’s a chance we can turn this around together. Even the smallest contribution can create a ripple effect of hope and healing for her. Your support means everything right now. 🌈

If donating isn’t an option for you, I’d be so grateful if you could share this post 🐾. Spreading the word is just as powerful, and every share brings us closer to saving Lisa. Let’s unite our hearts to give her the fighting chance she deserves! 🐱💕

Your kindness and compassion can help restore Lisa’s spirit and bring her back to her playful, loving self. Thank you from the depths of my heart for considering helping us. Together, we can make a difference! 💖

#SaveLisa #CatLovers #DonateForLisa #HopeForLisa

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A Personal Note from Me ❤️

Hi everyone,

I hope this message finds you well. I’m reaching out during a difficult time for my beloved cat, Lisa. My family and I are currently in Gaza, surrounded by turmoil, and Lisa has fallen gravely ill. She desperately needs medical attention to survive. I’ve shared her story on Blue Sky, and I’m hoping to raise awareness and funds for her urgent care.

🕊️

Here’s the link to my Blue Sky post: https://bsky.app/profile/ahmadturk.bsky.social/post/3l6abb5c7xf27

Please consider donating here to help Lisa: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=ZQ2ACNKMG5KP2

Link GFM: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-aseel-and-family-leave-gaza-before-its-too-late

Do you know anyone who might be willing to help cats in need? The veterinary costs for Lisa’s treatment are significant, especially amidst the challenges we face here. While we’ve set up a GoFundMe page, it will take time to process, and we’re worried about securing funds quickly enough for her core

LINK GFM OR LINK PAYPAL 🔗🕊️🥹🙏🏻

To expedite this process, we’ve created a PayPal link to raise the funds more swiftly. Every contribution, no matter how small, can bring us closer to ensuring Lisa receives the treatment she urgently needs.

Thank you for your kindness and support. Your generosity truly means the world to both me and Lisa.

With heartfelt appreciation

Ahmad Al-Turk

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[kathlare]

crossed paths

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie’s unexpected visit to the British Grand Prix stirs a mix of emotions as she reconnects with familiar faces from Lando's family.

Wordcount: 1.0 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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July 9th, 2024 - Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

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amelieupdates: Spotted at the Silverstone paddock? 🤔 Could it be Amelie arriving at the British GP? 👀💚

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f1fanatic99: Is that Amelie arriving or am I seeing things? 🤔 → amelieforever21: @f1fanatic99 honestly, I can't tell but I hope it's her!! We need more of her in F1 💚👀

lando_shippers: WHERE'S LANDO???? WE NEED A REUNION, WE MISS THE VIBES 😭 → amelieadmirer03: @lando_shippers honestly same, their friendship was goals! Bring them back together already!! 😭💥

checosupporter10: Let's gooo, Amelie always showing love for Checo 🙌💚

notameliestalker: I swear, that’s NOT her, just some look-alike 😂 → ameliefan99: @notameliestalker I lowkey thought that too but I’m hoping it’s her! Manifesting it 💫

racefanatic47: Paddock vibes with Amelie > paddock vibes without her 🤧

landoandamelie4ever: OKAY BUT AMELIE AND LANDO NEED TO REUNITE, WE'RE BEGGING!! 🥺💔 → amelieobsessed17: @landoandamelie4ever Imagine the energy if they ever hang out again... we need it for our souls 🙌💫

amelie_is_my_queen: That is Amelie, I can feel it in my bones 🫣✨ → f1fanaticxx: @amelie_is_my_queen SAME, my heart skipped a beat 🤭

f1fanatic23: Why is Amelie even here? Just let her stay out of the paddock 😬

lando4life: Ugh, I miss when Lando and Amelie were friends. Now he's with Magui and it’s just awkward 🥴 → f1queenfan: @lando4life Yikes, can they just stop with the Magui drama and bring back Lando & Amelie vibes? I miss them together 😩

amelie_stan07: Can we please stop shipping them together? They were friends, that's it. 😑 → f1fanatic99: @amelie_stan07 Sorry, but I think they were lowkey cute together... I'm just saying 👀����

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The paddock at the British Grand Prix buzzed with the usual excitement—photographers darting between team garages, fans craning for glimpses of their favorite drivers, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the summer air. Amelie adjusted her sunglasses as she navigated the crowd, her sleek blonde hair catching the sunlight.

She wasn’t here for the spotlight, though. She was here for her sister Stella, who had invited her to support Checo, her husband and Red Bull’s driver. It wasn’t unusual for Amelie to visit the paddock, but it had been a while, where she’d avoided certain awkward encounters with laser-focused determination. Today, she planned to stick to her sister’s side and keep things simple.

But fate, as always, had other plans.

Amelie spotted the small coffee stand near the media center and decided to grab an iced coffee before heading back to the Red Bull garage. As she waited for her order, the sound of a familiar laugh made her stomach drop. She turned, her heart skipping a beat when she saw them—Cisca Norris, Lando’s mum, standing with her youngest daughter, Flo, and his grandparents.

For a moment, Amelie considered pretending she hadn’t seen them. But Cisca’s gaze caught hers, recognition lighting up her face. Without thinking, Amelie smiled and gave them a polite wave. To her surprise—and mild anxiety—they all waved back enthusiastically, as if they hadn’t just been acquaintances but old friends reunited.

—Amelie!— Cisca called, her voice warm and inviting.

There was no avoiding it now. Steeling herself, Amelie walked over, her iced coffee in hand. She wasn’t sure if it was the summer heat or her nerves, but she could feel her cheeks flush as she approached.

—Hello— she greeted with a smile, nodding at Lando’s grandparents before turning to Cisca and Flo. —It’s been a while.—

Cisca beamed, clearly delighted to see her. —It really has. You look wonderful, Amelie.—

—Thank you. So do all of you,— she replied, her voice calm despite the slight tremor in her chest.

Cisca’s mum, Lando’s grandmother, stepped forward, her eyes sparkling as she took in Amelie’s appearance. —My goodness, look at you! Blonde again, it suits you so well. And doesn’t she look older, Cisca? More grown-up.—

Amelie laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. —I guess a few years and a lot of work will do that to you.—

Before anyone could respond, another figure joined the group. Magui, dressed in a tight black dress and oversized sunglasses, sauntered over. She slipped an arm around Cisca’s and smiled, but the gesture didn’t reach her eyes.

—And who’s this?— Magui asked, her voice sugary sweet but tinged with a sharpness that didn’t go unnoticed.

Cisca hesitated for the briefest moment before introducing them. —Magui, this is Amelie. She’s an old friend of ours. Amelie, this is Magui.—

Amelie extended a hand, her polite smile unwavering. —Nice to meet you.—

—Likewise,— Magui said, shaking her hand briefly. The tension was palpable, though neither woman let it show.

As they exchanged pleasantries, Amelie couldn’t help but notice the way Cisca and her parents subtly shifted their attention back to her, as if Magui’s presence was an afterthought. Even Flo, who was usually shy, stayed close to Amelie, her little face lighting up when Amelie complimented her new braided hairstyle.

Magui, however, stood off to the side, her expression tightening as she watched how warmly the Norris family interacted with Amelie. The stark difference in their treatment of the two women was impossible to ignore, and the realization made jealousy bubble under her carefully maintained façade.

Lando’s grandmother, oblivious to the undercurrents, spoke up again. —You know, Amelie, we were just talking about you recently. I told Cisca how much we missed having you around. It’s not the same without you. And Lando…— She paused, her expression softening. —He was so happy when you were around. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you.—

Cisca winced slightly, her eyes darting to Magui, who was now visibly uncomfortable. Amelie, for her part, maintained her composure, though her heart ached at the unexpected comment.

—That’s very kind of you to say,— she managed, her voice steady.

Sensing the awkwardness, Cisca stepped in. —Mum, maybe we should let Amelie get back to her sister. I’m sure she’s busy.—

Amelie nodded, grateful for the out. —Yes, I should head back to the garage. It was lovely seeing all of you again.—

Cisca’s grandmother reached out and gave Amelie’s hand a gentle squeeze before she could leave. —You take care of yourself, dear. And don’t be a stranger. You’ll always have a place with us.—

Amelie nodded, her smile softening as her heart swelled with bittersweet warmth. —Thank you. That means a lot to me.— Her gaze flicked to Flo, who was still holding onto her sleeve. —Flo, keep being this amazing, okay? And let your brother know I said hello.—

At that, Flo’s eyes lit up with excitement, but before she could respond, Magui cut in with a strained smile. —I’m sure Lando’s a bit preoccupied, but I’ll pass along the message if we see him before you do.—

Amelie’s polite mask stayed intact, though she could sense the slight barb in Magui’s tone. Cisca’s lips pressed together tightly, her disapproval barely masked, while Lando’s grandmother looked as though she were about to scold someone. To diffuse the tension, Amelie chuckled lightly. —I wouldn’t expect anything less. Racing keeps everyone on their toes.—

With a final polite goodbye, Amelie turned to leave, her steps calm and measured despite the swirl of emotions rising in her chest. She could feel the weight of their gazes, the warmth of Cisca and his grandparents, the jealousy simmering in Magui’s expression. And as she walked away, she couldn’t help but wonder how things had come to this—how the comfort of her past with Lando’s family could still feel so welcoming, yet so far out of reach.

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Ch. 20

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Hope you’re ready for sad Remy hours. 💔 Like and rb please! It makes me so happy seeing y’all’s comments even if I’m stressing y’all tf out lol. Love you all! Tune in next Thursday for the next chapter!

Remy’s POV

The last thing I remember is shattered glass, inflated airbags, and a loud car alarm. A faint memory of a man reaching through my once tinted window with a phone to his ear clashed with visions of blood all over me. I could smell and taste it, bringing a hand to my nose and lips. When I looked down at my fingertips there was blood, so much blood. The sight of glass shards clinging to my skin where they dug in made me lightheaded, as I leaned my head back into the headrest and allowed my eyes to close. The last thing I laid my eyes on before waking up here was the crumpled up metal hood on the rental.

Now I was sitting up on two very flat pillows stacked together, and occasionally staring at the bright hospital ceiling lights, counting each tile between them. My nurse, Mrs. Parker, was very attentive, helping me do things I couldn’t do with one hand, and keeping me pumped with drugs. I don’t know what’s worse. The body pain or the dwindling anesthesia leaving my arm.

I was trying to keep down some lime flavored jello, when she came in with an extra blanket for me. It was warm, like it had just come out of the dryer. “Here you go, dear.” She extended it over my body, throwing it up in the air so it falls down, layering over the other blankets.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” I smiled faintly, licking jello off a plastic spoon.

“You’re getting discharged tomorrow. Is anybody picking you up?” She waited for me to finish my jello cup so she could thrown it in the trash.

I shook my head, “I have to uber to the airport. I’m checking flights today.”

She looked a bit troubled, frowning slightly. “Do you at least have a change of clothes?”

“What’s wrong with the clothes I had on before?” I tilt my head.

“They’re-“ she stopped herself, taking the empty cup from me. “-Not clean, my dear. There’s… blood from the accident.”

I nodded, touching the bandage covering the gash on my forehead. “I didn’t know it was that much blood.”

She fluffed the pillows under my back, “Did your momma ever come see you after I went home yesterday?” She asked. After waking up a couple days ago, she told me my mother would be on her way to see me. I assumed they’d contacted her while I was still under.

“No… She called me though. I told her not to come, that it’s too far of a drive.” I lied, knowing she called me only to fill her quota. Only to comply with the unwritten rule that if a family member is in the hospital, you have to at least check in. She hadn’t offered to come see me.

Nurse Parker gave me my morning antibiotics, then left the room without showing that signature smile I had seen every day since I woke up from surgery.

Two nights ago is when I woke up from surgery. A full blown panic attack as I came off the sedatives welcomed me into my hospital room. Mrs. Parker did her best to calm me down. I had very little recollection of the accident, or what happened after I got hit.

I had somewhat of a blurry image that slowly came to mind like a puzzle solving itself. It might’ve been one of those weird visions during surgeries you hear about in books, about your body coming out of itself in a birds eye view. Or maybe just a dream I had before waking up. The image was of a girl with dark hair and light complexion, with familiar facial structure. I was almost 100% it was Billie, but it could’ve been another nurse taking care of me. Her demeanor was sweet and careful, a protective energy enveloped my unconscious mind. It felt like the color gold, warm and mellow.

I knew it was just a mere hallucination. If Billie had really been here, she’d be here, still. She would’ve waited until I woke up, and I’d probably be having to convince her— force her to leave and tend to her tour.

How fucked up, I thought. My own mother not here, but Billie and her family would be if they knew. And that’s when it hit me. She’s the one I wanted here, not my parents. I thought about calling or texting her, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I let her down and create a streak of undependability, and then ask her to come see me in the hospital? That’s fucked up. I’d already screwed it all up. All I know is I have to fix this.

Next morning, the nurses prepped me so I could leave. Nurse Parker seemed a bit off and I feared I had done something to tick her off. Maybe I asked for way too many cups of jello. I shrugged it off, signing the stack of discharge paperwork in front of me.

“Still no companion for the ride home?” She asked, wiping the dry erase board in my room clean.

“No, I’m okay, it’s not necessary anyway.” I shook my head, giving her a smile. I wonder why she cares this much, and if she gives all her other patients this much grief about being lonely.

Last night, she walked in on me crying. I couldn’t put a pin on what exactly was wrong. It was a multitude of things. There was, of course, being lonely. My absent mother, all of the mistakes I made in the past month somehow resurfacing as I’m trying to sleep, and poor Billie. This is how she must’ve felt each and every time I left her on the back burner. The mirage-like image of her looking down at me burned in my mind.

I felt like an idiot more than I felt sorry about myself. Especially after checking my voicemails and work emails. Joe was having a bitch fit over my no-call no-show. Despite having emailed HR about my accident, all he cared about was the fact that I didn’t call him directly. He gave me until the end of the month to recover, but I planned on working from home in the meantime. Eventually, Rachel reached out, asking me if I needed anything, and not to worry because Joe was in the middle of hiring a temp to fill in for me. I was replaceable, and it stung.

Nurse Parker folded up the extra blankets I no longer needed, as if to stay occupied while I finished up. Eyeing her, I continued to read through the never ending pile.

“Thank you for being so good to me.” I said to her.

“It’s my job, dear.”

I handed her the paperwork I finished, skimming through the last packet. “Can I ask you a weird question, Mrs. Parker?”

She looked up from her folding, “Yes, dear?”

“And please, don’t keep me here any longer, I promise this isn’t a crazy brain damage side effect thing.”

She laughed, putting a hand on her hip.

“Do people ever see things after surgery?”

She lifted a brow, “see… things?”

“Like,” I started, putting the pen down. “People.”

“Girl, I have nightshift today, don’t scare me like that.” She chuckled.

“No, no, not like that.” I laughed, “Never mind, it’s nothing.”

She watched me run a hand through my hair. “Okay. Here’s all of it.” I gave her the last bit of papers.

She read through it, making sure all of it was filled out, then walking out without saying anything. I sucked on my teeth. I definitely creeped her out.

I sighed, waiting to be lead out of here. My feet dangled off the hospital bed while I rummaged through my purse for sunglasses to hide my horrendous eye bags.

Nurse Parker walked back in with a folded stack of clothes. Without saying a word, she placed it on my bed, holding eye contact with me, before walking out.

I examined the clothing, holding up a large, dark green sweatshirt with embroidering on the front, and pair of black joggers to go along. The sweet, yet woody base notes filled my nose when I brought the hoodie to my face. I know exactly who the clothes belong to, bringing me to tears.

I got up, changing into them as fast as I could with one arm, tears fogging up my vision. I quickly walked out with my things, finding Mrs. Parker.

“So she was really here?” I asked, probably looking insane to the other nurses behind the desk.

She blinked, “I have no idea who you’re talking about, dear.”

“The clothes— Did you see who dropped these off for me?”

She placed a hand on my good arm gently, giving me goosebumps. “These are yours, aren’t they?” She said, monotoned.

I furrowed my brows, “No—“ I stopped myself, looking down at the new outfit I was wearing. I know she said the clothes from my accident were bloody.

She looked into my eyes, nodding slowly, as if to confirm my thoughts.

“You’re good to go, look out for any bills in the mail. Your insurance is taking care of a good chunk.” A discharge nurse handed me a sheet with post-surgery care instructions and pointed me through the door.

I nodded, walking away. Before walking through the door I looked back at Mrs. Parker, who quickly looked away from me, making herself busy.

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In the comfort of my own home, I became restless. There was not much for me to do, barely anyone to talk to, and other than working on a few ideas for the column, I bore myself half to death. I tried to keep myself preoccupied to no avail. It wasn’t like me to sit still with nothing to work toward. My mother’s voice echoed in my head anytime I wanted to just sit and relax instead of cleaning, or working, or anything she deemed efficient.

December 18th, Billie’s birthday, finally came around, and as the holidays quickly approached, so did the empty, lonely feeling I always get. This is the first birthday that Billie and I won’t spend together. We had spent every single one of our birthdays together since we were 7 years old. I wonder if she was somewhere feeling like a part of her is missing too, or if her other friends filled that hole for her.

The presents I wrapped about a month ago were still under the tree I put up the day after thanksgiving. The sudden, sharp pain of buried memories hit me each time my eyes landed under the tree. I had presents for both my parents, a few coworkers I actually liked, friends, but also Billie, and her family.

I thought about actually spending Christmas with my parents this year, because what else am I going to do? I hadn’t spent Christmas with them in years. The divorce made things difficult, and to avoid the whole “you chose to spend more time with mom over me, or vise versa” trope, I’d always make up some excuse about work, and spending it with Billie’s family instead.

Billie, I thought. Her birthday present under the tree was the biggest. Wrapped in smooth, gold, wrapping paper, the good kind that took time to rip open, and a huge, gold, satin ribbon bow tying it all together. Inside was a scrapbook photo album I’d been working on since she started the making of her new album, focusing on time spent together. She didn’t know I had carefully handpicked each photo, ready to write paragraphs on how much each moment they represented meant to me. I wanted to rip open her present and go through the album myself. I wanted to throw myself on the floor as I thought about how I originally planned to read through the scrapbook alongside Billie.

I imagined the two of us on my couch, indulging in some sort of fresh pastry, turning the pages together and cackling about each memory and the flashbacks they’d bring. She’d smack my arm, or hit me with a cushion, each time a picture she didn’t love of herself made an appearance, and I’d explain away her self-critiques.

I wanted to watch her open my gift ever so gently, the way she always did, examining each fold and admiring my wrapping skills, while I tell her, “Just rip it open!!” And then, she’d save the ribbon, as always, saying she’d use it for another gift, another time, knowing she’d just hold onto it forever in a box full of other used gift bags and bows.

Billie, I thought, Billie needs my gift. She needs to know how wrong she is about me not caring about her, about how I looked up to her, about how much I noticed her, and wanted her to know I was there. Even nuzzled in a corner reading a book, or typing away at my keyboard, while she wrote music and recorded into her microphone, I admired each careful note and harmony that went into her vision. The spark in her every time she successfully added to a song without too much pressure never went unnoticed, and neither did her best efforts to keep our relationship afloat.

I’m going to make things right, I thought. But how? Introducing; my new preoccupation project.

[thoughtsforsoob]

his take on your trinket obsession

note: guys I’m trying so hard to get a labubu someone please help me 💔 I have a sonny angel (a little brown poodle one) and a smiski (from 2019). I just want to complete the trilogy. Choi yeonjun if you’re seeing this, if you loved moa you’d buy us all little trinkets.

yeonjun

Loves to tease you about your little collection. He knows it’s what makes you happy so he doesn’t go in too hard on you. He just likes to see you got pink in the face. His favorite thing is when you’re opening your little blind boxes and you make excited little expressions. He loves filming your unboxing an and keeping them for himself. He watches them back when he misses you. “Babe, those are kids toys!” He says. You glare at him, “quit being mean!”

soobin

Unsure of your little obsession at first but learned to just roll with it. Everytime you go out, you’ve got him looking at those little blind boxes. They make him think of you. When he goes on tour, he always brings back a ton of different blind boxes for you to open, including whichever your favorite ones are. If they make you happy, then he thinks he should support it. “Oh babe, what’s that?” He asks as you open another box, “they’re smiskis! Aren’t they the cutest! And they glow in the dark!”

beomgyu

He is in full support of your little trinket obsession! He loves the way you, once in a while, put them all on your desk and arrange them once again in a different order. Sometimes when you’re doing that, he’ll ask you about them just to hear you ramble on about them. “Oh yeah! And there’s gonna be a new Sonny angel collection soon! I’m excited to see what they’re going to look like.” He nods along as you speak, “that’s exciting! I promise I’ll buy you some boxes so you can get them all. You deserve them.” (Secretly takes some of your little toys and plays with them but we’re not ready for that discussion)

taehyun

Clueless but supportive nonetheless. You were a little nervous to admit to him that you collect little figures but when you finally tell him, he doesn’t really care. It was a relief to you. Now, he’s on the phone right at the designated time, trying to snag you a labubu. If that doesn’t work after a few tries, he takes you straight to the nearest popmart at the next labubu restock. He’s aware that going through all that trouble for a mere bag charm may seem silly but it’s what makes you happy so it’s worth it. “Oh thank you, baby! Lychee Berry is gonna look so cute on my toe bag!” You hug him and he hugs you back. “Anything for you.”

huening kai

He wants to start collecting because of you. He does it in a way that’s really lowkey because he’s not sure if you’ll approve of him wanting to follow in your footsteps. When he starts to get random boxes in the mail, you ask him what they are. He always says, “just new gym gear.” You believed him until you found a box of calico critters in his drawer while you were putting away laundry. You ask him about it and he’s folds, admitting he didn’t want you to think he was weird. “Awww kai, you’re so silly. How about we put our families together?” He nods, “okay, but only if they can kiss!”

[ismails]

🌍 I am Ismail, from Gaza, a land of resilience and steadfastness. I once had a small bakery and a home where I lived with my family. I worked tirelessly to provide bread for my community and to help those in need. But the unjust occupation has left me with nothing, destroying both my bakery and my home. Today, I find myself going from someone who gave bread to others to someone who can no longer afford flour to feed my own children.

💔 I reach out to you today with hope in my heart, believing that your kindness can make a difference. I need your support to rebuild what was taken from me—not just for myself but to once again serve my neighbors and community as I did before.

🙏 No contribution is too small, and every donation will help restore a piece of the life we once knew. Together, we can rebuild the bakery and bring back a source of hope and sustenance for many.

✨ May your generosity be a light in someone’s darkness, and may it bring blessings to you and your loved ones.

With gratitude,

Ismail from Gaza.🇵🇸🍉

❤️‍🩹

[breath-2-life]

💔 Please don’t look away—just a minute of your time could change a life. Your kindness can bring hope where it’s needed most. 🌍✨

While we had hoped for relief, the war has returned, plunging us back into fear and devastation. After enduring the trauma of displacement, we now face the harsh reality of destruction once again, with no end in sight

Even the smallest donation—$1, $5, or $10—can make a difference. Together, our efforts can grow into something powerful and life-changing 🤍🌱

I want to share my story with you, not just to be heard, but in the hope that you might help—whether by donating or simply sharing my words. Every small act of kindness can bring hope where it is needed most. 🙏💖

💧 "Once you carry your own water, you will learn the value of every drop."

Hello, I’m Roba from Gaza. I hope you and your loved ones are safe and well! 💖

This quote holds a deep meaning for me, especially now. It reminds me of how precious even the simplest things in life are. A safe home to live in 🏡, a steady job 💼, clean water 💦, the cool breeze from a fan in summer 🌬️, the warmth of a heater in winter 🔥, and the ability to work hard and build a future.

We had all of this. But now, we have lost everything. The war took our home, our stability, and our dreams. 💔

Today, my family and I are displaced once again, struggling to survive in unbearable conditions—scorching heat ☀️, disease-spreading insects 🦟, and a severe lack of clean water 🚰 and healthcare 🏥. Living in a small tent offers no protection from the relentless sun or freezing cold, making every day a battle just to meet basic human needs. Insects and rodents thrive in these conditions, while access to water—a fundamental human right—requires exhausting trips over long distances. Food is scarce and unaffordable, and medical care, if available, is often beyond reach. With our homes, jobs, and futures destroyed, affording rent is impossible. We never imagined having to ask for help, but war has stripped us of everything—our shelter, livelihoods, and security—leaving us with no choice but to rely on the kindness of others. 💔

Can you imagine living this way? Does a dignified life require so much? Is it truly impossible

The Hardship of Cooking and the Struggle for Food

For my family, every meal is a struggle. With no access to cooking gas or electricity, we have no choice but to cook over open flames. The constant exposure to smoke has led to serious respiratory issues, especially for the children and elderly in our home.

Finding food has become even more challenging. The small amount of food that is available is priced so high that it is nearly impossible for us to afford enough to eat. Our family faces the harsh reality of food insecurity and health risks every single day.

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💔 Asking for help is not easy, but after losing everything, I have no choice but to hold onto hope. If you can donate, no matter how small, it will make a real difference in helping us survive and rebuild. Even sharing this message can be a powerful way to support us. 🙏

💙 Please, never take the small things in life for granted. Every blessing, no matter how simple, is priceless. Cherish them while you can.

Thank you for reading and for any support you can offer. May you and your family always be safe and blessed. 🙏✨

Updated Campaign link : https://www.gofundme.com/f/hope-beyond-warrenewal-begins-restoring-dreams

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

Helloo !! ^^ Its me again ahaha 🙈

Feeling you with the number of RQs ! (': i have a lot of unfinished ones too, and I FEEL SO JORRIVLE FOR SENDING ONE in knowing that💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭, but this has been in the forefront of my mind 😵‍💫. Please don't feel pressured to respond! 🫣 I won't blame you if you'd rather not to ☺️🙌//

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Yandere Outlaw, having abducted reader, not at all having had anticipated the strength of their connections.

While reader isn't necessarily strong themselves, they have a strong family, a line of uncles and brothers that are feared across the West for their brutality, their violence, and most notably, their loyalty. This is especially jarring given that reader is the youngest in the family, so of course they would be overprotective over them, as weren't they just the baby of the family, their sweet lil pumpkin?

It's why they are second only to Outlaw himself in terms of criminality, notorious instead, however for how they are willing to kill for blood feud, and to wreak havoc in a bid to avenge anyone that crossed the path of their family member(s).

Now picture this: having heard of reader's abduction, to describe their reaction as fury, rage, even wrath, would all be an understatement. They would be getting together, coordinating a plan, and intending to shoot the damn bastard dead, as scum like him should pay for messing with the wrooong criminals.

Now this brings me to my question: what would Outlaw's reaction be to waking up one day to see not a trace of their darling, their hostage rescued by their cowboy brothers and uncles? (Or something more creative than this,, ^^"" ", i doubt that theyd leave him with lungs and eyes, let alone ALIVE after locating his whereabouts and saving their sweet lil pumpkin, thw baby of the family. My imagination can only take me so far an idk 😓💔)

Would Outlaw go after each individual member of the family down, on a furious witch-hunt in a bid to rescue their darling? After all, Outlaw has been on countless raids riding solo with nothing aside from a horse and his trusty shotgun, became infamous for being the West's deadliest gunslinger, has eliminated the wealthiest businessmen and robbed them of all their money, and made a career out of being a criminal.

Or would he accept defeat? This is clearly not a family to mess with, and it was a miracle that they hadn't put his beheaded head on a stake and set it on fire, condemnimg his corpse. He'd have to be a fool to risk this, wouldn't he? Was reader, his darling, really worth that risk?

Would love to hear your thoughts ! ☺️💞

ALSO SORRU FOE THE REALLY LONG ASKS I FEEL SO BAD BC I GDT CARRIED AWAY JDJSJAJAJASSS 😭😭🙏 PLS FORGIVR ME AAAAAAARRHEHSS

My sweet Anon, we simply must find a name for you ! Your ideas cannot go without an identity to which we can attribute their creation ^^. Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful mind with us <3 !

♡ This occurrence is very in-character for the Outlaw to encounter; albeit never on such an intimate level.

♡ He’s made enemies out of every criminal in the West – namely for resigning them to a life imprisoned while making off with his loot, gifting them a sentence he’d have served himself were he not so adept at the skill of escapism. In the early days when he first started working with other criminals, at least; he’d never make such a mistake now.

♡ You see, the Outlaw is the very definition of work smarter, not harder. So while he may seem as if he’s given up his pursual of you by hanging back, letting you go back to your family and re-integrate with civilised life, he’s tracking you. Watching you. Anticipating your every move.

♡ He’ll find you – eventually – but he won’t swoop in to retrieve you at the first opportunity; he knows that this will simply incur another rescue effort and his imminent execution.

♡ He’ll start to pick off the male authority figures in your family, starting with the weakest (however large and imposing they may be). 

♡ He knows that, without the leader, the pack will scatter, meaning that there will still be some of your family he missed during his executions – members who could still come looking for you upon discovering your kidnapping (again).

♡ Sure, picking off the weakest ones will put the strongest on-edge, but it keeps them packed together – around you – right where he wants them.

♡ The Outlaw knows of the Reader’s family’s reputation. He’s even met them during the occasional heist; opportunists by trade in their willingness to jump upon the corpse of the Outlaw’s victories as soon as his back is turned. But he also knows none are as keen and accurate a marksman as he, and he uses this to his advantage.

♡ While the Outlaw specialises in short-range firearms, he is more than capable with long-distance ones, too. And, once he lures your protectors away from you, he’ll ensure their execution is swift and unforeseen. He’ll perch atop a sturdy tree branch and steady himself, bringing the head of whoever fell for his diversion into the sights of a Whitworth he dusted off and brought from home.

♡ The minute he knows you’re all alone – that your uncles and brothers and cousins are too busy painting the town red with their bodies to stow you away – is when he’ll swoop in, plucking you out of bed and slinging you over his shoulder as he had all those months ago during your first meeting, winding you as he throws you atop his horse and bolting off into the horizon.

♡ So, to put it simply, Anon: yes. To the Outlaw, you are absolutely worth the effort.

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[xtarmanderx]

💔 and 🐺 please?

313 new love me anyway words!! (Sorry this took so long, so much has happened since this was sent in.)

“I’m staying with you for a few days.” Tommy says, ignoring the shock that ripples over Evan’s face.

“You-you can’t just do that!” Evan splutters out. “I didn’t invite you!”

“Too bad. My place is being fumigated.” Tommy lies with ease as he moves to the living room.

“So-so go stay with Eddie! Or-or Sal and his family!”

“No can do, man. My house is crowded enough with two men getting ready in the mornings.”

“Eddie!” Evan practically snarls behind him and Tommy drops his belongings onto his couch, ignoring the tightening in his chest. At least Evan is showing some kind of emotion now. That has to be a step in the right direction.

“I won’t be here long.” Tommy tells him as he turns on his heel. He watches as Evan’s face immediately smoothes back over, all traces of anger gone and replaced with that apathy that chills him to the core. “And I’ll be working, same as you.”

“I…” Evan whips his head back and forth, torn between who he wants to argue with, and then he throws both hands up and storms up the stairs. Eddie raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he takes a few steps over to Tommy.

“So. How did your conversation with Bobby go?” He asks, lowering his voice.

“Better than I expected.” Tommy replies honestly. “He’s going to speak to my captain and work on getting our shifts blocked together. Just for the next week or two. I…I can’t babysit him all the time, but I worry about him being alone. And maybe…” He trails off and shakes his head. There’s no point in wishing to fix what he broke. Evan’s never going to forgive him. Even if by some miracle he did, Tommy will never forgive himself. It’s a steep price for what he’s done and he’ll have to live with that.

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And 375 werewolf words!

It’s a long drive into town, traffic worse than usual, but for once it doesn’t frustrate Tommy. The excitement that’s been buzzing through him over the last few weeks only bubbles and grows the closer he gets to Howie and Maddie’s house. By the time he turns the corner, he feels like he’s vibrating in his seat and drags in a lungful of air in hopes of calming his pulse. The faint scent of Evan wafts through his cracked window, settling the small knot of tension in his chest, and he practically jumps out of his truck after parking behind Eddie.

“Tommy!” The man throws up a hand in greeting and Tommy smiles, adjusting his grip on the flowers for Maddie while jogging over to catch up to the man walking up the path. “Glad you could make it.”

“Me too.” Tommy says. “We aren’t too late, are we?”

“Nah, I called and told Buck there was an accident on the bridge so I was running late. They probably just applied that same logic to you. Otherwise Buck would have started blowing up your phone.” Eddie grins and knocks his elbow lightly against Tommy’s. “When’s the last time you saw Chimney?”

“Eight months or so.” Tommy says while Eddie knocks on the door. “We try and get drinks once a year-“ He pauses at the sound of a familiar heartbeat approaching the door. Then there are the sounds of a scuffle, Evan growling Maddie’s name, and she pulls the door open with flushed cheeks and a grin.

“Hi, Eddie. Tommy! Good to see you, come on in.” She takes him by the arm, practically dragging him over the threshold, and he looks over her shoulder to find Evan pouting.

“Maddie. Thanks again for the invite and I’m sorry that I’m late. I got you flowers.” He says, carefully holding out the bouquet for her as they reach the kitchen. She takes them immediately, bringing the flowers up to press her nose to the petals, and Tommy finds himself flood with warmth as she smiles.

“Thank you. That’s very sweet.” She looks over his shoulder, presumably toward Evan, and then strong arms wrap around his waist and he has a werewolf pressed up against his back.

[ahmedashrafanqar]

was once a young man full of dreams and hopes, looking at life as a field of endless opportunities. My days felt bright, filled with energy and excitement for the future.😩But then, war came. It hit like a harsh storm, destroying not just buildings and streets but everything I had inside me. My life turned to ashes, and my dreams were scattered like dust.💔Today, I feel like my youth has withered before its time, as if the light in my life has faded. Even in quiet moments, a deep fear chases me—fear that, even if the war ends, nothing will ever be the same. The life I once knew feels like a distant memory, unreachable and lost.But I hold on to hope that there are people out there who can help bring a little light back into my life. I know each of you has your own life ‼️💔, your own struggles. But I believe that, in the end, our shared humanity must come first. Please don’t turn away; even the smallest act of kindness can bring warmth back to hearts like mine, hearts struggling in darkness.With your support , I can begin to rebuild not just my life, but my spirit. Together, we can create a world where compassion guides us, a world where no one feels abandoned.Some pictures show my features changing between the past and the present I live, and I also deliberately do not show pictures that show suffering harshly, such as my picture in the hospital and my pictures under bombardment because this makes me feel depressed 😣

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