i really miss eating out with my friends :(

The War on Gaza, Our Losses, and the Struggles We Endure

In these difficult and painful times😔, I find it hard to find words that truly express the depth of the suffering I, 💔😓

along with my family, am going through. I am writing this message from a place of desperation and need, as a doctor working in a hospital in Gaza. Life here has become a constant battle for survival, and each day brings new challenges that test our will to continue😭.

We were once living a peaceful and stable life🙂, building our hopes and dreams😥, working towards a future for ourselves and our loved ones🥺.

However, the recent war on Gaza has turned our world upside down😢. I have lost my job💔,

and with it, my only source of income, due to the destruction of the facilities where I worked😭.

The physical destruction around us has been devastating😓, and many projects I was involved in to support the families of patients have come to a halt😢. The economic losses are staggering, and the road to recovery seems almost impossible😥.

The war on Gaza has not only taken our peace of mind but has also brought with it an unbearable level of suffering😓.

The cost of living has skyrocketed,

and we are struggling to meet even the most basic needs of daily life😣.

The situation has become unbearable, and it feels like we’re trapped in a vicious cycle of poverty, fear, and despair.

How can a family survive when they cannot even afford food, let alone the necessities of life?😭😥💔

As a doctor, I stand at the frontline, trying to save lives amidst the wreckage of war😢.

I treat the injured, manage critical cases, and do my best to bring comfort to those who need it most. 🥹

However, at the same time, I face personal struggles that are just as overwhelming😢. The hospital is in dire need of medical supplies and personnel, and we are doing all we can to save lives with limited resources. But the pain of seeing my own family suffering while I try to help others is a constant burden.

How can I help those in need when I cannot even provide for my loved ones?😣😣

Today, as I face this immense struggle😔,

I turn to you, dear reader, with a plea for help🙏🏻😥.

This is not just a request for personal assistance🙏🏻🥹, but a desperate call for hope and a chance to rebuild my life and support my family.

I need your help to share my story😓, so that it reaches as many people as possible.

Your support, through donations and sharing this story, will allow me to help my family escape the horrors of war and start a new life abroad, where we can live in safety and dignity🙏🏻🥹❤️.

I need the resources to travel abroad to continue my education l😔and provide a future for my family🙏🏻😓. Pursuing my studies and advancing my career in medicine is my way of ensuring that I can make a lasting difference, both for myself and for the people of Gaza. But I cannot do this alone.

The funds I am seeking will help me cover travel expenses, medical costs for my family, and the basic needs that we are struggling to meet each day😥.

The financial burden is overwhelming😭,

and without your support, I fear that my dreams, and the future of my family, will slip further out of reach😥😭💔.

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a difference.

Every act of kindness, every person who shares this message, will help light the way for us in this dark time🙏🏻😢.

I humbly ask you to help me spread this story. Share this story with your friends, family, and networks. Let it reach those who have the means and the will to help🥹🥺❤️.

Together, we can make a difference. Your kindness, your generosity, and your willingness to stand by us will mean the world💝🥹🙏🏻.

In these dark times, solidarity is the light that can guide us😔💔. Your support is not just an act of charity; it is an act of humanity❤️❤️.

You are not only helping an individual, but you are also supporting a family in dire need of hope and a better future😃❤️.

I will forever be grateful for any assistance you can provide, whether it’s a financial contribution, sharing this story, or offering a kind word of encouragement.

Your help will give us the strength to continue, and it will remind us that in the midst of all this suffering, there is still hope, there is still kindness, and there are still people who care😃❤️.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart❤️❤️, for your time, your attention, and your compassion.

Together, we can create a future where we can live with dignity, rebuild what has been lost😔, and give our children the hope they deserve💝🥹🙏🏻.

Solidarity is Hope, and Helping is Life💚❤️💛🖤🇵🇸 .

Yes they’d probably kill you if circumstances came to it

Yesterday, you were the defeated. What have you become today?

Natsu didn’t know what to buy for her brother’s engagement gift so she decided to win gold for him! ☀️🥇

Hi dear! Thank you for your patience! I’ve received all of your asks *-* and I’ll answer to all of them! I tried to put together all the elements you requested, I hope it’s satisfying! Let me know what you think of our bodyguard!

Based on these headcanons!

Have a nice day!

Bodyguard!Aomine x Reader, Gunfight, Argument, Fuff, Swearing, Enemies Die, Kiss, Kurohyou

Job

The small lounge where you had retired was quiet. You could still hear the sirens of the police, the yells and the crying in the Great Hall of the hotel. Such a great party, really. You’d have loved to go back in time and slap the planner of the event.

Aomine was sitting on a desk, shirtless, and you stood in front of him.

“Oi, could you tighten it lESS!” Aomine’s voice went an octave higher as you purposefully tied the bandages around his arm with more strength than necessary. “Fuck!”

You didn’t even bother to raise your eyes and took the disinfectant again, looking worriedly at the next wound.

“Aomine, please,” you sighed, “Behave tonight, it’s an important charity event. Don’t start fights, don’t be an asshole.”

Your bodyguard rolled his eyes, checking the guns and the pocket knife.

“Yeah, I bet it is,” he snorted, “All these filthy rich people reunited in a room to commiserate common people, I can’t wait.”

Maybe it was just because actually you thought the same, maybe because you didn’t want to go either, but you snapped.

“Sorry?” you growled, narrowing your eyes.

He rolled his eyes, huffing, “Don’t be dramatic, I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Oh yeah, a pity I still am part of them,” you hissed. Probably was that, knowing that the people around you sucked and not wanting Aomine to think you were like that too.

“What the hell is wrong with you tonight?” Aomine snapped too, as always feeling irritated before a big event.

“There’s nothing wrong with me, I’m only sorry you have to suffer the horrible company of me and my peers tonight.” You wanted to fight. Why? Probably you wanted to hear that he didn’t care for who you were, but didn’t have the courage to ask for confirmations.

“It’s my freaking job, what are you talking about?” Aomine felt lost, he really didn’t understand what was going on; however, his words only worsened the situation.

You deflated, falling in a cold, angry state.

“Ah, yeah,” you replied icily, “just your job.”

You left the room where the two of you were changing before he could realize. He cursed and rushed behind you, but now you were in public and he couldn’t  continue your discussion. He was a bodyguard, he had to be your silent shadow.

Nothing more. Just his job.

Nov 1 Baking pie together - Murasakibara

Nov2 By the Fireplace - Asahi

Nov 3 Leaf piles - Midorima

Nov 4 Sharing a Jacket - Tendou

Nov 5 Outdoor Movie Theater - Akashi

Nov 6 S/O falls asleep next to them - Akaashi

Nov 7 Arrival - Iwaizumi

Nov 8 Whip Cream Kisses - Aone

Nov 9 Self Care - Kise

Nov 10 Candy Canes - Himuro

Nov 11 Gentle Giants – Murasakibara/Asahi/Nebuya/Ushijima

Nov 12 Washing S/O’s hair - Oikawa

Nov 13 Vinyl - Tsukki

Nov 14 Hot Tub Star Gazing - Kuroo

Nov 15 Snacking Before Dinner - Kagami

Nov 16 Autumn Storms - Ushijima

Nov 17 Early Morning Back Hugs - Nijimura

Nov 18 Festival Date - Hayama

Nov 19 Guess What! - Bokuto

Nov 20 Late Night Streams - Kenma

Nov 21 Midnight comfort- Akashi

Nov 22 You Should Wear This - Aomine

Nov 23 Office Party - Aomine

Nov 24 What Are You Wearing? - Kagami

Nov 25 Braiding – Murasakibara/Asahi

Nov 26 Thanksgiving dinner -Nash

Nov 27 Fuzzy Socks with GOM+Kagami

Nov 28 Matching Jammies - Okamura

Nov 29 Puppy Kisses - Kuroko

Nov 30 Can You Do That Again - Bokuto

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Hi sweetheart! Here with your prompt! You didn’t specify if you wanted for angst, fluff or else…sooooooo… I’m sorry? I wrote angst and hurt myself in the process too, I hope you’ll like it anyway.

Have a nice day!

Midorima Shintarou x Reader, Angst, Death, Car Accident

Before Going

Midorima has never been one to express his love aloud. No, he gets flustered too easily: the skin of his cheeks warms up in a pretty shade of dark pink and he averts the eyes, maybe fixing the glasses in that nervous habit you’ve always mocked him for; he stutters or cover his mouth with the back of a hand, trying to flee from you.

At first, you have to admit it, it hurt a bit; how could you be sure of your relationship if he never said it? Oh, you could remember all the stupid, petty fights and the way he hissed bitterly every time you accused him of being cold. You have been naïve, haven’t you? Because he has always been the most caring boyfriend ever: giving you every morning funny lucky items, preparing breakfast for both, remembering every anniversary, hugging you when you are upset but don’t dare to say it out aloud, listening to every word you say even if it’s unimportant…Small gestures, little ways he uses to show how much he loves you.

Just, he doesn’t say it aloud often. As if it was something special and powerful, but fragile all the same. Words like petals or an ancient spell. It’s reserved for the most intimate moments, when you bare yourselves to each other and in the whole world only you matter.

And when it happens, you always make sure to say it back. Loudly, cheerfully or in tears and whispers. It doesn’t matter how, but you do and repeat it over and over to reassure him you are there and yes, he is the one and only. Always.

Or at least you thought.

Now, Midorima is crying and weeping; shiny tears roll down his cheeks without stopping and you’d like to kiss the pain away. His cold hands cup your face tightly and desperately, and you’d like to lean and kiss him on the lips, only to see him roll his eyes, blushing or flicking your forehead, but with that hidden soft smile of his. His voice is broken and shattered as he calls your name and repeats “I love you” over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble.

And you’d like to scream it back or whisper a playful “I love you too, Shin-chan!” and watch him light up inside.

But you can’t do anything anymore.

Not even a last confession or a smile before going.

You can’t take away his pain anymore. You are his pain now.

Happy KnB Vday Event Day 3! This was really quick, hope you all like it. Mido is not one I’ve written too much about, but I hope this does him justice. 

Prompts by (and much love to): @vanilla-daydreams​ and @theuglycrybaby​

Day 3: Flowers/You’re beautiful, you know that? 

Mido x Reader, in which he confesses (…?) 

It’s not often that Midorima catches you off guard. As long as you two have been friends, you’ve become an expert at interpreting the underlying meanings behind his cold actions and stiff words. 

But when you arrive at your desk at school in the morning, you really couldn’t have foreseen the bouquet of red roses sitting on your desk. 

“Morning, Shin,” you greet, your gaze still glued onto the flowers occupying the entirety of your desk. “What’s this…?” 

If you’d asked anyone who had come to school early today, they’d have told you the green-haired boy had been waiting by your desk even before you’d arrived. And unbeknownst to you, although he’d been practicing what to say on Valentine’s in his head for the past week, he finds himself losing resolve at the last second. 

“Your lucky item for the day,” he finally answers, his voice toneless as he adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge. 

Your head whips upward and you squint your eyes at him. This couldn’t be… no way. Unless, it is… 

You shoot a glance to the fellow, friendly neighbourhood Shin-translator, and sure enough, Takao confirms your thoughts and sends you two thumbs up a few desks over. 

Giddiness makes its way up your spine, and a smile emerges on your face before you can stop it. “Shin. My mom was watching Oha Asa this morning. This isn’t my lucky item.” 

And here begins the impasse. The green-haired boy says nothing for a moment, only adjusting the glasses on his face. He looks like he wants to say something more, but you know it’s a struggle for him to do so in a busy classroom of about twenty other people. 

You won’t push him though. Most eyes had turned both your ways as soon as you’d walked into the room, and you value your privacy as much as he does.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t tweak the limits a little. 

“Don’t worry, Shin.” You peer up at him through your lashes. “It’s okay, I get it. My lucky item today is a carrot, and I always have one with me,” you say with a honey-sweet smile. 

I like you too, carrot, is what you wish you could say, but if Shin is anything, he’s clever. You have absolute trust that he’ll catch on. 

And sure enough, there it is, the corner of Shin’s mouth twitches. But your smile and the tinge of red warming his ears is too much for him, and he moves to take the flowers from your desk. 

“Ah. My mistake. It’s my lucky item.” 

You grab onto his taped fingers before he can remove them. 

There’s a million things you want to say in this moment to show him how much you love the flowers, love that he went out of his way to get them and put them on your desk so publicly like that, how much you reciprocate and just adore him—but you’re still in class. And under the watchful eyes of twenty or more students. Not to mention, you’re not sure how Shin would ever survive that direct onslaught of emotions. 

Instead, you watch as the sun plays with the hue of his unique hair; from the locks on his head, to the delicate brush fanning his eyes. You tug his hand so that he’s leaning toward you. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” You say in a low voice and watch with great amusement as his pretty lashes flutter in astonishment. And he pulls his hand away with pink staining his cheeks. 

“That’s what I was supposed to say to you,” he whispers back, his tone strained. There’s nothing Midorima hates more than losing, and losing out on a personal goal. 

“You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take,” you tease. 

To be fair, you should have at least expected what would happen next. But you don’t. Instead, before you can even release your grip on his hand and straighten from both of you being hunched over your desk, you’re being pulled forward instead. 

And all you can register is a flash of green before firm lips are slanted over yours in a chaste kiss. 

When Shin pulls away, you’re so shocked you don’t even register the low whistle a few desks over and the gasps of nearby bystanders. 

“I never miss,” is all Shin says, his glasses flashing for a split second as he pushes them up his nose. “I also have my lucky item with me all the time, after all.” 

With that, he turns away to take a seat at his desk. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! sel @zenien ♥