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[pancake-lovy]

Or it's a woman with her nsfw accounts... following me on wattpad...

[pancake-lovy]

Let's be honest and realistic. There has been less talk about Gaza and the issues of Gaza are not being given their due There are many massacres taking place in Gaza, but there is no longer any interest. Also, for 83 days, not a single piece of bread has entered Gaza. This is a war of famine. Donate to us, even if it is a little. This is not an order, but a request for help to complete.

Please my friends I am very scared For my children who are suffering from dehydration due to famine please we only have 300 euros left to reach 500 euros to buy a bag of flour please donate now now now All my hope is in you guys, make my trust in the right place

Today I hope my children will be happy to buy a bag of flour. Please donate and do not leave us like this.

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[pancake-lovy]

Hello, I am Randa from Gaza am old 23 years

The situation in Gaza is very disastrous. We are majoring in a real famine. Guys, there is no food, no cooking, clean water. Save us and my family. Help us obtain the simplest necessities of life. Please, we need you. Do not hold back on donations. 5 euros will help serve us and my family. Donate via my donation link.😢🍉❤️🇵🇸🙌🚨

Please don't hesitate donate 🙏 🍉🚨📎🇵🇸

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I appeal to you with all the pain and suffering. We are living in difficult circumstances as a result of the war in Gaza. Our homes have been destroyed and our dreams have faded. We are stuck in Egypt after my wife and I lost our jobs. My family lives in constant fear. My brothers, mother and father also live in Gaza. The catastrophic conditions are the result of bombing and genocide. They are facing an endless nightmare and I need help. Your help to protect my family and restore hope to our hearts

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[pancake-lovy]

"Please, don’t forget me. My three daughters are facing starvation, and one of them is in critical condition. The bombing hasn’t stopped — my girls are terrified. I’m begging you to share the first post. Your support could help save their lives and get our voices heard. Every share makes a difference."

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A cry of hunger that the world does not hear: A little girl struggles amid the crowds to obtain some food as famine continues in the Gaza Strip and aid is prevented from entering.

Help my family

I am Nazmi, a displaced person from Gaza. I am living through a very difficult war. We live in tents without food, drink, or nutrition for the children who have been suffering from dehydration in this siege for more than 19 months. I cannot buy what is available because its price has risen dramatically. 😥 I need your help so that we can live, just me and my children. 🙏

We are dying of hunger. Our children are suffering from dehydration. We cannot obtain food due to the high prices.

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[pancake-lovy]

I appeal to you with all the pain and suffering. We are living in difficult circumstances as a result of the war in Gaza. Our homes have been destroyed and our dreams have faded. We are stuck in Egypt after my wife and I lost our jobs. My family lives in constant fear. My brothers, mother and father also live in Gaza. The catastrophic conditions are the result of bombing and genocide. They are facing an endless nightmare and I need help. Your help to protect my family and restore hope to our hearts

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[pancake-lovy]

Our children don’t ask for much... just a piece of bread to ease their hunger, a roof to shelter them, and a sky that doesn’t rain death.💔🤲

This image tells a painful truth: innocent children raised their hands in hope, asking for a meal—only to receive bombs, smoke, and rubble instead.

Don’t let their plates and stomachs remain empty Help us buy a bag of flour that costs $700—we don't have the money to afford it..😣

Give what you can today. Every donation is a message of life, a warm meal, a sense of safety in a world turned upside down.😭🥺💔

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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.

[pancake-lovy]

Stop help me 🙏😭

This is the last of the flour left and we have no flour. Please help me and my sisters 😭😭

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I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #501 )✅️

[pancake-lovy]

Good evening, time reverses upon us.

On this planet, time marches upwards toward completion, except in our city, where time marches backward.

There is no development to be expected, no step built upon the one before. Everything returns to square one or the one before it, as if we are being gradually erased from existence.

Here, time does not advance... but rather shrinks. Even the fetus in its mother's womb is erased before it completes its life cycle.

We are in a great struggle for survival, and you are our only hope after God. Your support, even if it is small, makes a huge difference in our chances of survival.🥹

Donate🙏

[pancake-lovy]

I love them so much, dad!Sirius is so sweet

And the reader and Sirius' conversation, too! Perfection <3

could i request some dad!sirius domesticity? thank you baby

thank you for your request I love writing stuff like this!

"Are you tired, darling?" Sirius asks quietly. 

You turn, your youngest cradled in your arms. She fusses in the pram and won't sleep unless you're holding her and the crying always breaks your heart. She's heavy but not unmanageable, only a few months old. 

Sirius pushes her pram, your other daughter's hand tight in his. 

You're about halfway through a, "No, I'm okay," when you realise he's not talking to you. 

"I'm okay, daddy." 

"Are you sure?" he asks patiently. 

She has to think about it for a few seconds, her little feet covered in sand, hair damp like her father's from the sea.

You watch, eyes creased in affection as she reaches her arms into the air. Sirius bends and slots his arm between her small legs, pulling her up into his chest deftly. Her head lands in the juncture of his neck, innocent little face pressed in stark contrast against a tattoo. She wraps her arms over his shoulders. 

Sirius' eyes close and he pats her back gently. "Poor girl. We'll bring your buggy tomorrow." 

"I'm too big," she whispers. 

"You're not too big," he says, grabbing the pram and starting to walk again. "You're my little girl." 

"I'm big!" 

"Says who?" 

"Mammy says I'm big all the time."

Sirius throws a halfhearted glare your way, though he can't maintain it when he sees the youngest asleep in the curve of your arm. "Your mam is lying. You're my baby," he says into her hair. 

She grumbles but Sirius is a practiced hand, patting and rubbing her back in intervals until she drops off. 

You slow to his speed, walking with him side by side. 

"What about you, darling?" 

"I'm okay," you say, happy to be treated with the same protective care. 

"You don't wanna put her back in her pram?" he asks worriedly. "You've carried her for hours." 

"You really shouldn't tell her I'm lying," you say instead of answering, ignoring the ache in your arms. Hours is dramatic, though you have carried her for a while.

"You do lie to her. You once told her the ice cream van only plays music when they've run out of lollies." 

You flush with a guilty heat. "I didn't have any money in the house, Siri." 

"I know, my love, I remember. You felt so bad you had heartburn and made me take her to Tesco's at eight in the evening." 

"Her sad little face," you recall in a murmur. 

"For the record," he starts, his flirting drawl that you know well, "I want badly to give you a kiss. Forgive me for abstaining," he says, fingers moving from your daughters back in emphasis. 

You grin like a fool and crane your neck up high, holding the baby carefully to your chest. Sirius smiles in return as you press a chaste, smooth kiss to his lips. One, then a second as you pull away and he follows. 

You're feeling giddy with contentment as you settle back into step with him, a comfortable silence filled only by the sound of the crashing waves at your back and the caw of gulls flying above.

"Are you tired?" you ask eventually. The oldest is much heavier than a baby, and he's been pushing the empty pram for half the day without complaint. He must be.

"Knackered. Think you could carry me back to the van, too?" he asks. 

"Maybe. I've got some proper muscles these days," you brag. 

"I know you do. S'what happens when you carry the world in your hands every day." 

"Two worlds," you correct. 

"Three, I'd hope." 

"You're my whole world, Black," you agree, just as the baby begins to rouse. You shush her gently, tap tap tapping her tiny back. "Come on, sweetheart." 

It doesn't work. You've half the charm and none of the technique that Sirius does, to your everlasting chagrin, and she won't go back down now she's up. 

"She just wants to see you," he says, nodding at the baby's wide eyes. 

She's not crying, only looking. You both stop and he inclines his head against yours, the two of you gazing down at her bright eyes and parted lips, completely in love.

[pancake-lovy]

Sirius asking if he's not good enough of a friend is so funny, but this entire conversation (and him half-listening to the reader, and half-watching tv) feels so realistic and relatable.

I enjoyed him apologising and supporting the reader later on even more, too. And him trying to boost up reader's confidence <3

I also loved just how understanding he was about this entire situation, and how he made sure that the reader KNEW that it's okay to feel this way... And I'm going to ignore the "you're perfect. Like this. My quiet girl", it was amazing

Ahh Jade that James one was so cute 🥺 him being all soft and reassuring just hits me in the feels-

Though I couldn’t help but let the little Sirius lover in me sprout out when I was reading it. Reader expressing how her being shy makes her insecure, and him just responding with a snarky comment and then watching the TV again. Then him going all soft realizing that this is actually serious lmao and comforting her 😫 just a small thought no need to write a lil something if you don’t wanna!

no cos this is so sweet he’d have a little heart attack when he realises hes brushed you off 😭 i did write a little on how i picture this going down yes its self indulgent hurt/comfort once again

Sirius is half listening to you, distracted by the TV. You're not very offended, you know he's had a long day, know he doesn't really need all of this added on top. Only, he's your boyfriend, and you've had a long day too, and even half of his attention is enough to make you feel better as you vent to him. 

"Just wish I wasn't so shy, that's all. I wish I could- I could meet people. Make friends," you finish, rubbing your face into the soft material of his t-shirt sleeve. 

"Am I not a good enough friend?" he asks, faux offended, eyes still on the screen. 

You laugh under your breath. "You're my best friend," you tell him honestly. 

He works his arm around your shoulders and squeezes. You settle in, wanting to be as flippant as he is. It's right that he's a brilliant friend, but you really do wish you could make more. It gets lonely sometimes and you worry that there's something defective about you that keeps you from having these normal relationships. 

If I could just talk to people, you think to yourself, picking at your nails in your frustration, arms shaking. If I wasn't so timid. If I wasn't such a coward. 

Sirius shifts. Your eyes move to him on impulse and you're startled to find him watching you with concern.

"Does it truly bother you?" he asks. 

"Not really," you lie. 

His curls move as he tilts his head, angling his shoulders to look at you fully. You don't want to look him in the eyes and make this a bigger deal than it is but he's really looking at you, too pretty to ignore. 

He squints at you, unfairly long lashes pinching together. Then his face smooths and he sighs morosely. "Sorry for making a joke. I don't mean to minimise how you're feeling." 

"It's okay. It's fine. I wasn't being serious." 

He doesn't believe that lie, either. "If you really want to make friends, we can do that. You can do that." 

You scrunch up your face and tuck your hands between his thigh and yours to stop from anymore upset picking. "I can't," you say quietly. 

"'Course you can." 

"It's stupid for me to care. About this. I have you, I don't need anyone else." 

He rubs his palm over the curve of your shoulder, looking thoughtful. "I don't think it's stupid. I don't think you should be insecure about being quiet, but I don't think it's stupid to feel that way." 

You rub your face into the back of his hand. He turns his wrist, holds your cheek in his palm. You've trapped him and he doesn't mind, giving the apple of your cheek a soft squeeze. 

"It's not stupid," he repeats. "And everybody needs friends. It's fine to feel lonely, even though you know you always have me," he emphasises with a sweet upturn of his lips. 

"You're shy. You always have been. Doesn't mean a thing, yeah? Doesn't mean you can't make friends. Definitely isn't something you need to worry about being, sweetheart." He tugs you closer, his face pressed quickly into the side of yours. His pet name makes you smile, his touch makes it worse, and he knows he's won another round against your insecurities as he says, "You're perfect. Like this. My quiet girl." 

His lips are firm. He prints a slow kiss into your temple before pulling away, hand caressing your hairline, down to your jaw. 

"You're my best friend, too," he says, settling back into the sofa cushions. "In case you forgot." 

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I love this. I feel sorry for this reader, and anyone that deals with it. And I do hope those people find someone like Sirius irl

But seriously, Sirius here is just like - extra caring. I had so much fun reading it, and I adored every second of it. Especially the one when he got the straws for the reader and himself, it was so lovely

Can you do something with Sirius helping his gf who has really shaky hands? Mine are really bad and I get so frustrated sometimes!

tysm for ur req!!! hope this is okay ♡ fem!reader | 0.5k

Sirius is talking very passionately about his guitar. He often talks about his instruments like they're living people – beautiful women, in particular. You'd be jealous if he weren't always so ridiculously sweet on you. Even now, he talks and he's staring straight at your face, unflinching, that adoring uptilt to his smile.

You're trying to pay attention. 

The waitress brings over your drinks and sets them down. Sirius pauses his retelling to smile at her and say, "Thanks so much. Is this one definitely decaf?"

"Definitely," she agrees. 

Sirius says thanks again and picks your drink up as soon as she's gone to taste it. He pushes it towards you with a grimace. "Definitely decaf." 

You're very grateful for his testing. "It'll taste better with sugar." 

He makes a disbelieving humming sound and continues his guitar talk. Something about a cracked neck and how expensive everything is. You laugh in the right places though you're frowning, hands shaking as you try to rip open your sugar packet. 

"Here," he says. He takes the packet out of your hand and rips it open with a dexterity that you envy. "So I told this guy, I'm not paying four fifty for it. That's madness. He starts getting smarmy with me," he chuckles and takes a second packet of sugar from your napkin to empty in. "'You know the shtick. If you don't like it, go somewhere else.' S'bad as a fucking scalper." 

You murmur a bashful thanks as he takes your small spoon and stirs your coffee. 

Your embarrassment hides a worse emotion, frustration thrumming under the skin and burning. You love that he wants to do these things for you.

You're just fed up of not being able to do them yourself. 

"Anyways. That's what happened. Idiot," he mutters to himself as he drinks his own coffee. 

"Did you find a different one?" you ask, threading your fingers through the handle. You will your hands to be steady. 

"No," he says, sounding fond. "Listen, do you want a straw?" 

"No, I can do it." 

You can't. It's almost alright, but you tremble bad and coffee drips down the side. You're still trying when Sirius stands and leans over to encourage your hand back to the table. He skirts around and picks up your napkin to dry the spill and your burned fingertips. "Ouch," he murmurs sympathetically.

"I can't do it," you say, sighing.

"That's okay. That's fine. I'll get you a straw." 

"I don't want to drink coffee from a straw," you complain, feeling childish and righteous at once. 

"Babe," he says, something a little bit pleasing in his voice. 

"Whatever," you say back. 

Sirius doesn't take it personally. You cross your traitorous hands against your chest and watch him go, though when he comes back you find your eyes glued to the table. 

He puts a straw in your cup. 

He puts a straw in his own. You feel your brows furrow in confusion and then relax as he sips. 

"What?" he asks. 

"You don't have to-" 

"And let you have all the fun?" He grins around his straw. "Drink up, sweetheart." 

[pancake-lovy]

That's so sweet, I can't...

It's like eating a chocolate cookie in the morning, or a caramel/honey added to the coffee. Just such a great, cute thing.

And the ending, I cannot with Sirius or with this idk. You write him perfectly, but it's not a surprise for me

request: sirius being unbelievably in love w easily flustered reader please ily

sirius knowing exactly what it is he does to you and loving it is so dangerous (I would let him do bad things to me) <3 TY for ur request

"You look terribly pretty today," he says. 

You look at Sirius with a beaming smile all curled up in the corners, though he can see from your quick blinking that he's embarrassed you. 

What was he supposed to do? Not tell you? Across from him on the picnic blanket with the sun kissing your skin, your skin glowing, and your usual soft smile. You're the loveliest person he's ever seen, and he loves to tell you that.

He's got it down to a science. First, a genuine compliment. He could give you a thousand if he weren't so eager for the next step. Your hands tremble, flustered by his sudden compliment. 

"Thanks, Siri," you say. You have to clear your throat. 

"You're shaking. Are you cold?" he asks, gesturing to your hands. You start to say something and never finish, swiftly cut off by his theft of your hands from where they rest in your lap. That's step two. He pulls them onto his thigh and rubs them with a gentle touch. 

You're the opposite of cold – your hands burn. He suspects your entire body to be flushed by a similar heat. 

"I'm fine." 

"Yeah?" he asks. He couldn't keep eye contact with you if he wanted to, and he wants to, your gaze dead set on the blanket between you. 

Sirius ducks his head into your view. Step three: a kiss. He waits for your eyes to click into his and smiles at you until you smile back, pleased and shy and adorable. 

"Kiss?" he murmurs. 

You're so eager, your quick nod and your eyes slamming shut, it makes his heart race. 

He pulls himself towards you with his hand between your thighs, your hands still in his lap, and kisses your pouting mouth carefully. The barest brush of his lips on yours. 

He takes your thigh into his hand and squeezes as he moves in for a firmer kiss. Step four. 

You make a sound that he's never going to get used to, a hum of startled pleasure. 

He pauses and you keep kissing for a second, caught up in the moment. When you realise you move yourself back and smile sheepishly. 

"Sorry," you say. 

He brings his hand to your face and feels the heat under your skin. "For what?" he asks, pretending to be entirely clueless. 

You stammer as his thumb skips over your cheek. He puts you out of your misery with another kiss. He loves to tease you almost as much as he loves kissing you. 

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Pleaseeeee

His reactions to the reader just walking up to him, and explaining everything. He's so lovely, like... He's actually the love of my life (especially if he's written by you and like that)

But also, the entire kiss! It's written amazingly! It would make ME shy if it happened, but like... I love it with my entire heart

Plus, the ending was funny and I loved it, too

hi hi hi , so um reader using sirius sunglasses (that he’s currently wearing yk) as a mirror to put lipstick on and sirius gets flustered cause he wasn’t expecting it or like he’s into it either way end with a kissing and that lipstick ending up on his face now

cutest idea ever!

"Sirius," you say, "just the boy I wanted to see." 

Sirius narrows his eyes at you as you come to stand in front of him, the toes of your shoes bumping into his. You barely look at him as you dig through your bag, humming something sweet. 

"What do you want, trouble?" 

You smile. "I need to use you." 

Sirius feels mildly speechless until you're angling your head towards him and unstopping your lipstick, a soft shade that compliments your skin beautifully. "I'm gonna use your shades as a mirror," you inform him, sizing up. 

Sirius knows you're not looking into his eyes but it sure feels like it as you pout and edge your top lip carefully, then the underside of your bottom. Your lips part and he's transfixed, staring at your sepia image and the small sneak of your tongue as you wipe a broad line of colour across your bottom lip. 

You rub your lips together and then pop them, grinning. "How's it look?" you ask. 

He's about ten seconds away from passing out. "It's awfully bright," he says instead, pretending to wrinkle his nose. You laugh at his blatant teasing. 

"Yeah? If I had a tissue I'd pat it down, but I don't, so stay still, okay?" you say. 

Sirius barely has time to scowl at your obscurity before you're pushing off of your heels to press your lips to his lightly, hardly a kiss at all. His hands come up impulsively, the opposite of shy as he grabs the back of your head and pulls you towards him whilst leaning down. 

Your heels firmly on the ground again you find yourself bending back, accepting his kiss with nothing short of obvious delight, laughing at his enthusiasm.

You pull away before he can get too intense. "Sirius," you say, giggling, totally and completely aware of the power you have over him as you push against his shoulders. His hands fall away as you force his chin into the right position and use your reflection to clean up the smudging he's left behind. It's somehow more attractive than the application, your thumbnail scratching under your lip. 

When you're done you take the shades from him carefully and set them on your own face. They slide down the bridge of your nose and you jut your chin, beaming. "You might need a mirror, too," you explain. 

He looks away from your tempting mouth and up to the shades, sees his lips plastered in colour. 

"Fuck," he says. 

"It looks cute," you say. He squeezes your cheeks in one hand in retaliation and steals another kiss. The mess is already made.