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maomao-words · 8 hours ago
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My friend from Gaza sent me a message saying, "Do you know, my friend, that my neighbor, the rich old man who used to distribute sweets to children in the old neighborhood, died of hunger today?" I paused for a few seconds, then asked her, "How?" She said, "He went out this morning looking for something to feed his little granddaughter. He found nothing but some flour scattered on the sand. He sat down to pick up the flour from the ground. After he finished and walked only fifty steps to the beginning of the street, he fell to his feet, without complaining or speaking. He suddenly fell." My friend said, "When people approached to see what had happened to this man, they noticed him muttering a few words, saying, 'She's been fasting for three days. Don't let her die of hunger like me.' Then he died." At the end of the message, she wrote, "Can you write about him?" Because he didn't die alone. In Gaza, people are killed as if they were nobody. Tell the world that this man was one of many and tell them that I have started collapsing in the street for no reason like this old man even though I am in my twenties and that I need donations to help my young children because these days we have never seen anything like this before. My stomach is empty for more than 50 hours. Donate here.
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maomao-words · 3 days ago
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maomao-words · 3 days ago
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My mother, who used to bake bread for us and care for us during the war and harsh conditions. My mother is now sick and can't move or do anything. Every day I cry bitterly and my heart can't take it anymore. I want her to stay well. I trust you and I know that your hearts are compassionate and feel what I feel now. Please increase your participation and donate. Please don't get tired of us. My mother needs you, so don't leave her alone.
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maomao-words · 8 days ago
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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
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maomao-words · 11 days ago
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Amal just can't catch a break. The school where her family was taking shelter was bombed. Fortunately they have escaped with their lives but all their (meager to begin with) belongings have been destroyed. They now have absolutely nothing to go on with. Amal is pregnant. This is dire.
Please, please donate here (posted by @bilal-sala7).
I am extremely worried about one of the most incredible women I've had the privilege of knowing.
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maomao-words · 13 days ago
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A repost after I somehow(?) deleted the original post (mainly because I messed around and found out (。•́︿•̀。).
No TWs. Mostly fluff and a light dose of angst.
Wind Breaker: How the boys react to you dodging their kisses (Sakura, Endo, Suo, and Kiryu).
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Sakura Haruka:
Confusion. Utter and complete confusion.
Sakura stared at you for a heartbeat, gem-like eyes blown wide, and lips slightly quivering with the force of his emotions. He slowly pulled away from you, his gaze melting in a mixture of sadness and fear, before he looked down at the ground. Sakura's hands, which were about to tenderly cup your cheeks moments ago, were now awkwardly hanging by his side.
The smile that began to bloom on your face at the success of your prank froze at the sight of your boyfriend twisting his head away from yours. You quickly scrambled to cling to his arm, attempting to pull him closer to your chest to no avail, and hurrying to peck his cheeks.
The situation degenrated into a mess from then on.
"I'm so sorry, my baby," you tearfully cooed at Sakura, "it's just a dumb prank!" You smothered Sakura's face with a storm of tender kisses, sincere apologies flowing from your mouth in a continuous torrent.
Your heart was racing to oblivion within your chest, anxiety and terror mixing in a terrible mess of emotions each time you recall the haunted look in Sakura's eyes when you dodged his timid kiss.
Your attempts to embrace him closer only grew stronger and fiercer, only stopping once you felt Sakura's tense body fall back in your hands and finally relax in your hold.
You gulped your words and apologies down, bitterness overflowing the inside of your mouth and throat, and focused on silently enfolding him even nearer. Sakura's face slowly inched closer to yours, nestling in the crook of your neck, and gently nudging the skin with the tip of his nose.
Feeling your beloved's warmth, a faint smile finally found its way to your lips after what seemed like an eternity. "I'm sorry, love. I will never do this again," your voice echoed in a solemn vow.
Endo Yamato:
Laughter. The maniac kind.
Oh. So you managed to twist your head at just the right moment before his lips landed? Good reflexes, princess, Endo silently thought to himself, but a terrible decision-making process.
In a blink, you're immediately backed into a nearby hall, Endo's strong arms caging you from both sides. His loud laughter was just dying out, but the mischievous glint in his eyes was only sparkling more intensely. You gulped, feeling cold sweat trickle down your spine, as you took a deep breath in preparation for whatever reaction Endo was building up to.
His face was close, so close that you could see the bitter shadows flickering on and off across all his features. You blinked, and the dark hues were instantly gone, almost making you believe that you had imagined them.
But you did not. You knew Endo. You knew him well enough to recognize the traces of anxiety hidden within the sparkle of amusement and the mirth of his laughter. Endo's actions were guided by his heart; reckless, unheeding, and always, always passionate.
That is why Endo was not leaning down to kiss you again. He certainly recognized your little trick as another prank of yours, but his heart was forcing him into panic. Your breathing was constricted the instant you arrived at this conclusion, and you struggled to escape the feeling of suffocation rising deep within your bones.
"Endo," his name felt heavy and foreign on your tongue as you raised your body upward and tugged at your boyfriend's collar. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to upset you." Your arms gently brought him closer to you, tightly holding him close, and you embraced him as tenderly as possible.
You felt Endo sigh, his body growing slack in your hands, and his voice regaining its familiar joy. "Who said I was upset, doll, hmm?" You hummed in agreement, ignoring the way Endo's body seemed to be clinging desperately to yours, refusing to allow you even some room to breathe.
Suo Hayato:
Negotiation. With a deep-seated apprehension.
"Love, have I done something to upset you?" Suo's voice was as calm and gentle as ever as he took a small step back from you, allowing you some breathing room. His face was serene, perfectly hiding traces of his stormy thoughts behind a facade you have long since figured out.
If only you were looking at him at that moment.
You sighed in fake exasperation, but still refused to look up from the book in your lap. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Suo shifting restlessly in his spot, hands slightly twitching by his sides, before he finally managed to bring his control back. "Darling, if you don't tell me what is bothering you, I cannot help fix it," Suo's voice gained a hint of intense worry within its echoes, causing you to freeze in your pretend reading session.
Suo's light feet barely left a sound as he slowly inched toward the armchair you were sitting in. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed in an unfamiliar frown, and his visible eye was sharply focused on you.
You had anticipated your boyfriend's initial calm response, but were shocked to hear him spiral out of control so quickly. You parted your lips to continue the speech you had been rehearsing for your prank, but no words left them as your mind raced to read Suo's minute expressions and subtle gestures instead.
Faced with your silence, Suo's frown only deepened, and he attempted to speak again, only for his eye to widen in surprise when you abruptly left your seat and jumped into his arms.
With his excellent reflexes, catching you wasn't that challenging for Suo, who stood there bewildered at your confusing actions. You pulled your arms tighter around your lover's neck, before burying your face into his shoulder, and whispering a low I'm sorry, it was a prank, baby into Suo's silky collar.
As you felt Suo's light laughter echo near your ear, his arms embracing you in a secure hold, you still were not able to erase the image etched into your mind. It was a visible picture of Suo's deeply-seated anxiety, usually buried behind his serene outlook, and hidden behind claims of tranquility.
Kiryu Mitsuki:
Tears.
The date started innocently enough. Your joyful laughs and lighthearted giggles filled the air as you played a co-op game with your boyfriend on a late afternoon. Spotting a good timing to execute the trending prank you have been obsessing over lately, you steeled yourself to trick your boyfriend there and then.
Once Kiryu's emerald eyes gleamed under the vibrant lights of the video game, a wide smile bloomed on his lips the instant the wide screen announced his victory. Not wasting any time, Kiryu instantly twisted his body toward you, leaning in to kiss you in a traditional gesture you have long grown familiar with.
You kept yourself still until the very last possible second, before you swiveled your head away from Kiryu, making his kiss miss its target. With his soft smile still gracing his features, Kiryu's mind failed to register that you intentionally dodged his affection and leaned again to kiss you once more.
Not managing to twist away in time, Kiryu's soft lips landed on your left cheek. He slowly pulled away, lips parted to tease you as usual, only to freeze when he saw you purposefully raising your hand and wiping away at the very spot he just connected his lips with.
Time seemed to have halted in its steps, holding its breath at the situation unfolding in the small room. You subtly took a deep breath and lowered your head, silently wondering if you had taken the prank a little too far, when your gaze finally connected with Kiryu's face again.
Your eyes unconsciously dipped lower and lower, following the sole tear that was falling on Kiryu's cheek.
Tear? Tears?
You couldn't jump from your seat on the carpeted floor fast enough to reach your lover. In an instant, your arms were around him in a comforting gesture. Your fingers trembled as you gently cupped his cheeks with one hand and tenderly wiped his tears with the other.
“No, no, no, no!” Your hug was panicked, arms trembling as you attempted to pull Kiryu closer to you, and eyes stinging with the pressure of the tears behind your eyelids. You cooed at him in a mixture of fluster and guilt, blabbering a lengthy string of I'm so sorry, sweetheart, my poor baby, and please stop crying, you're breaking my heart!
Only when Kiryu's ragged breathing slowed down to its regular pace and his arms finally returned your tight embrace that you felt yourself capable of living again. As you continued to hold your lover, you swore to yourself to abstain from anything that could lead Kiryu to shed tears again.
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maomao-words · 15 days ago
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Hi!! This isn't a request, but I just wanted to tell you that I read a couple of your writings about Wind Breaker and I'm totally moved! You're incredible😭 That one about 'getting rejected by them' was amazing 💕 I'll keep reading all your content related to the boys!! And I hope to be able to send you a request soon. Have a nice day!
Oh my, you are so sweet (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
Please accept the continuation of the Getting rejected by them headcanons, which you liked, as a thank you for your compliments!
It's full of delicious angst, so I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to send in whatever request you have in mind to me! I'll look forward to it.
TWs: Heavy angst.
Wind Breaker: How the boys react to you rejecting them [Part 2] (Kiryu, Sakura, and Togame).
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Kiryu Mitsuki:
"Leave me alone. Please."
The wind was bitterly cold, its echoes howling loudly in your ears, blocking most of Kiryu's desperate voice. You watched closely as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet, mouth slowly opening to reply to your cold words, but finding no words to utter from between his dry lips.
The sky overhead was dark, gray clouds gathered in a thick blanket, threatening to start wailing at any moment. You wrapped the black jacket around your frame tightly, breathing in Sakura's comforting scent for a heartbeat. Your gaze wandered away from Kiryu, your mind fully taken away by the thought of your two-colored prickly kitten waiting patiently in front of the school gates.
Another loud howl rang in the empty schoolyard, bringing your attention back to Kiryu again. For someone who took the initiative to invite you to talk, he had barely said anything substantial after his initial confession.
Ha! You scoffed, resolutely turning your head away from him. Confessing now, of all times? Now that you finally, finally, decided to let everything go and focus on looking ahead instead of lingering on the past?
A long time ago, perhaps even a lifetime back, you would have jumped into Kiryu's arms out of pure joy once you heard his confession. You would have laughed, loud and clear, as you showered his face with kisses and tightly held him in a tender embrace.
But that scene will never happen. You were not the same person you were months ago. Not after the rejection, not after the pain and heartbreak, and definitely not after meeting him.
Sakura understood you. He never pushed you to pick up the scattered pieces of your broken heart faster, never made you feel like you were irreversibly shattered, and never left you alone to walk in the dark. Sakura was there for you each step of the way, steadily supporting your clumsy self and alleviating your painful memories.
So you looked at the man who once had your heart, wearing the exact same smile he wore on his lips all those months back.
You had already let him go.
Once the moment passed, you shifted on your heels, intending to leave the past behind you once and for all. But before you can manage to go far, Kiryu's familiar melodious voice rose as he softly asked: “Cutie, are you happy?”
You briefly glanced behind you. The shadows were concealing Kiryu's features behind their dark veils, but you could still make out a gentle smile decorating his lips. With one resolute nod thrown behind you, you hurried your steps again, eyes eagerly locked with the faint shadow waiting for you ahead.
The time to stop holding on so tightly to you has come. Kiryu's smile finally crumbled once your figure faded from his view. It was time to wake up from this fleeting dream.
Sakura Haruka:
Sakura was a pure mess, standing awkwardly in front of you. Eyes slightly reddish, fists clenched tightly by his sides, and tears clinging to his eyelashes, the man you were once ready to offer your beating heart to stood near the desk you were sitting at, but uttered no words beyond a short confession.
Under Sakura's desperate request, you stayed behind after classes ended. You softly sighed under your breath, your patience growing thin at the silence Sakura was offering you. Your gaze strayed to the window at your side. With such sunny weather, you longed to be outside, holding hands with Kiryu on an arcade date. You sighed again, repeatedly tapping your feet on the floor as a new wave of impatience overwhelmed you.
While you usually took careful care to accommodate Sakura's timid nature, you had also put a polite distance between you. In the beginning, you were only trying to heal your broken heart and lick your wounds in private, away from his inquisitive eyes. Staying near Sakura, with his shy smiles and reserved attitude that masked a heart of gold, proved to be lethal to your mental state, forcing you to retreat back into a deep bitterness of your own making, almost drowning alone.
It was then that you found a companion in Kiryu. With his soft demeanor, gentle touches, and light-hearted humor, you slowly felt the heavy knot of chaotic emotions residing in the pit of your stomach ease off bit by bit. Kiryu did not force his way into your heart. He simply offered his shoulders for you to cry, held his hand out to support your steps, and managed to capture your heart with his sweet smiles and tender murmurs.
With the memory of Kiryu's warmth etched deep within your mind, you took a deep breath and carefully uttered your next words to Sakura: "Can you just... not?"
Your voice was oddly calm, surprising even yourself in its wake. For a long time, you thought you would never be able to get over Sakura, would never be able to erase him from the inner depths of your heart, and never be able to open your eyes each morning without wanting to disappear for good.
But now? Now, you were mostly numb toward him. Your heart ceased to stir at his sight, and your gaze was now searching for different orbs to lock with.
You have moved on. Even if Sakura didn't himself.
Slowly, you gathered your belongings and headed for the door. Sakura didn't even stir. Only his hand twitched on your desk as if mourning the loss of a warmth he was desperately holding on to. As his presence faded away from your mind, you turned your attention to your phone, hurriedly typing away at it. Not once did you look back to say goodbye to him.
Sakura silently stood up after you, eyes following you until your figure disappeared in the empty hallway. Closing his eyes, he felt the tears gathering behind his eyelids. Goodbye, my first and only love.
Togame Jo:
"I want to be in your life," he said with a lazy smile and a gentle touch.
"I don't want you to" was your response, your hand coming up to shove his own away from your cheek.
Togame's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, your cold words and brutal gesture hitting him at the center of his chest, knocking him off balance.
The noises around you seemed to quiet down. Colors lost their vibrancy, the once lively echoes became hollow, and the delicious aroma wafting from the paper plates on the picnic blanket suddenly disappeared into the night's chilly air.
You were ethereal, delicately sitting near him in an amber kimono. Togame's eyes traced your frame further, his heart painfully thudding against his ribcage with each glance. He only paused when he spotted Choji's jacket wrapped around your shoulders, perfectly fitting your frame and offering you the warmth you had been seeking a few moments ago.
Togame almost took off his own jacket when you started shivering, your hands coming up to rub your forearms at the cold wind blowing across the open park. But his hands were forcibly stopped when you quickened your steps and clung to Choji, adorably begging for the captain's own jacket with the sweetest tone Togame had ever heard you use.
Your cheeks were dusted with crimson, lips tugged in a soft smile as you gazed at Choji donning the cloth around your delicate frame. The smile on your lips, which remained blooming the entire time Choji was around, finally fell and crumbled away once you were left alone with Togame as the others raced to grab as many of the festival's snacks as they could.
The words of affection Togame uttered then and there sat heavily in the air between you, neglected and unwanted. Your reply came fast and harsh, leaving no room for the vice-captain to consider it as anything other than the resolute rejection it was. Your eyes, which once adamantly refused to leave his own, were empty of all affection and devoid of any traces of the love you once held for Togame.
The sun had now made its way down the horizon, its once-golden glow fading away to allow darkness to dominate the park. Cheerful voices echoed nearby, announcing the return of Choji and the rest of the members, and allowing your smile to bloom again.
Togame closely watched as you hurried to stand up, your hands still carefully clutching the jacket around you, before you made your way directly to Choji.
As his friends and teammates talked and laughed loudly around him, Togame's field of vision wavered for a fraction of a second. Stunned, he dropped his head only to see a lone tear fall on top of the table. Huh? Togame blinked in genuine confusion, I’m crying? The voices rose higher as Choji gestured for you to wrap his jacket tighter around you, getting you to laugh in delight, most likely at the way his eyes sparkled with joy whenever he gazed at you.
Togame kept his head down, a crooked smile rising on his lips as more tears gradually dropped down. She’s gone forever, his one and only sun.
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maomao-words · 18 days ago
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maomao-words · 20 days ago
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URGENT APPEAL 🙏💔
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I don't know how long I can bear all this pain, I don't know if my son will recover or if he will continue to suffer for the rest of his life, I don't know if he will stay alive because of his inability to breathe, please help me before it's too late
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maomao-words · 27 days ago
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I wish for you what you wish for Palestine
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maomao-words · 27 days ago
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My little daughter’s hand is broken and wrapped. The pain in her eyes is more than words can describe. We have no proper hospital, no electricity. Even cooking is done over rusty cans and open flames.
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Everything simple has become dangerous—food, medicine, safety… nothing is guaranteed.
Just one reblog can help us be seen. Please, share. Help save a childhood that’s fading under the ashes.
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maomao-words · 28 days ago
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Was in the mood for some bratty pranks, so I wrote these! \ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ/
I received some cute scenarios in my ask box, so you can look forward to more fluff and crack.
Wind Breaker: How the boys react to you giving them a big portion of food while eating a small one (Kiryu, Umemiya, and Endo).
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Kiryu Mitsuki:
Kiryu's face was frozen in a dreamy smile while he watched you dance your way around his kitchen. With light steps, you hummed under the soft rays of sunshine, twisting every now and then out of your way to place a soft peck on Kiryu's cheek whenever he jokingly whined about missing you.
Every now and then, Kiryu would sneak behind you and pop his head above your shoulder to steal a mouthful or two from the pot you were nursing. His laughter would ring out in delight once you shooed him away with the ladle in your hand, leaving you filled with affection and warmth toward him.
Your fluffy apron, chosen and bought by Kiryu himself two months into your relationship, fluttered about as you exited the kitchen and slightly bent down to place Kiryu's plate first on the table. Beaming at the beautifully decorated dish, Kiryu started rolling up his sleeves, but still waited for you to properly sit down with your own plate before beginning to eat.
The instant Kiryu's emerald eyes glanced at you, honeyed praise on the tip of his tongue, his spoon stilled in the air at the sight of your small portion.
"Sweetheart," Kiryu's voice was light, "did you forget to fill the rest of your plate? I can get the pot for you!" Your boyfriend abandoned his utensils and started to rise, but you quickly extended a hand and caught his wrist before he could stand up.
"It's okay, love! This was all that was left." You lowered your head in mock-sadness, stifling your laughter and avoiding Kiryu's concern-filled eyes, before you whispered the rest of your rehearsed speech to him, "You have to eat well. After all, you work really hard to spoil me."
You finished your words with a light tap on Kiryu's wrist, still within your hold, as you gently smiled up at him. Kiryu's lips parted to respond to you, eyes rapidly gazing between your two drastically different plates. "But if you eat like this, I'm not spoiling you, am I?" Kiryu's eyes widened with indignation, his voice carrying a hint of deep anxiety at his own potential lack, all while gazing tenderly at you.
His hand caught yours, his gentle words filled to the brim with affection and worry, going straight for the beating core within your rib-cage. You could swear that your heart was purposely racing harshly against your chest, chastizing you for putting your sweet lover in this state for a prank.
But before you could even begin to salvage the situation, Kiryu was already holding his own plate upward, piling the majority of the food it contained onto yours. Once done, his green eyes flickered to yours, and he grinned. Wide, open, and ever so beautiful. Kiryu nudged the plate closer to you, silently urging you to start eating before the food grew colder.
You swallowed back your words at the sight of his smile and lifted your untouched utensils. You really had a keeper by your side, you thought quietly to yourself, as you watched him devour the few spoonfuls left on his plate and praise your cooking to the moon and back.
Your dishes only grew better and more customized to fit Kiryu's tastes in the upcoming days, in hopes of erasing the guilt that ate you up for the prank you had pulled.
Umemiya:
Your little prank was almost over before it even began when Ume insisted, all puppy-eyed and gentle smiles, on helping you cook. Only after you threatened to withhold his daily dosage of kisses did you succeed in kicking him out of the kitchen and into the living room's sofa.
Your boyfriend remained glued to the edge of the door, not daring to go inside and risk angering you, but not bearing the thought of leaving your side for long.
His over-protective behavior got the door of the kitchen slammed (as gently as you could while laughing your ass off) in his face.
Ume's eyes were still shining with unshed tears when you bent down to place his plate on the low table. The sadness in his face was soon gone as soon as he glimpsed his favorite food in front of him, piping hot and seasoned to his tastes. You giggled in satisfaction, seeing his reaction, before turning around to grab your own small bowl.
Once you sat down next to Umemiya, you instantly felt his hand wrap around your waist, and his lips kissing your cheek in a tender thank you kiss. Feeling famished after an entire morning spent on patrols, Umemiya dug right in, humming at the flavors under his tongue and complimenting your amazing cooking skills.
Turning his head to the side, Ume leaned to kiss you again, only to spot the bowl you filled for yourself. Umemiya blinked his eyes once, twice, and then frowned once he realized that he was really seeing a barely half-filled dish.
"It's fine, baby," you laughed at your lover's reaction, your hand coming up to rest on his arm in a comforting gesture, "this was all that was left, and you need your energy for this afternoon patrol, so I gave you the bigger portion." You kept your smile tender and sweet, carefully watching as Ume's eyebrows lifted higher in shock, before his blue eyes took on a hue of sadness.
You felt your heart squeeze painfully at the sight, seeing your boyfriend turn his head left and right between his plate and yours, looking for a solution with absolute determination.
With one swift move, Ume's strong arms wrapped further around your waist and lifted you into his lap. You barely had time to yelp before Umemiya was piling a good portion of food on his spoon and lifting it to your mouth. You gazed at him in bewilderment, but your boyfriend simply placed the spoon nearer and nodded at you to take it.
Not wanting to leave him hanging, you parted your lips. For a while, Ume simply focused on gently spoon-feeding you each bite, heaping your favorite vegetables, garnishing the dish, and leaving out any of those he knew you disliked.
For more than once, you tried to shake your head and deny your boyfriend, but Umemiya simply smiled and cooed at you with the gentlest of voices, until your cheeks went aflame and you were back at being spoon-fed.
Ume didn't let up until all of the bowl was wiped clean. Only then did he switch his spoon toward the small portion on your plate and fed himself, humming again at the delicious food.
You never had the heart to pull any other pranks on him ever again.
Endo Yamato:
"Now, now, doll," Endo's warm breath was near your ear as he whispered his words, "this just won't do."
You shivered. The prank had started moments ago, with you placing a full plate in front of Endo, warm, spicy, and seasoned to his preferences, before you skipped over to the kitchen to bring your own meal.
You could hear Endo humming across the room, his husky voice mingling with the low sounds of the television in the background. You quietly giggled to yourself while putting the smallest portion size you could manage on the plate, before finally holding your cup of water in your other hand, and bringing both back to the low table in the living room.
Sunshine was softly filtering through the gaps left between the curtains. Endo was sprawled in the exact same position you left him in, his plate untouched, and a familiar smirk dancing on his lips.
Once you reached close enough for him to touch, Endo's hand was instantly extended, taking away the items in your hand, and nodding at you to sit down. You smiled at your beloved and plopped down right next to him. Clearing your throat in anticipation, opened your mouth to put your treasured prank into motion, only to freeze when you noticed Endo already gazing at your plate.
A heartbeat passed. Then another. Endo's gaze moved, now locked with your own, giving you a full view of his now-wider smirk.
Fuck. You could recognize that smirk from miles away; a prelude to the mischief Endo was just about to unleash. And you were right. Within a second of whispering a few words in your ear, Endo's left hand was sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You placed your palms against his chest and summoned your sweetest smile. You locked eyes with Endo, tilting your head adorably just the way you knew he melted for, before a soft hmm? left your lips. Endo's eyes glistened at your act, his arm tightening its hold around you.
"I didn't know you to be such a pranker, doll," Endo retorted back at your adorable display. His right hand, unoccupied with embracing you as close as possible, moved to grab at the plate in front of him and drag it to his own lap. "Have it your way, then. I can feed you myself if you won't confess to your crime."
You gasped and moved to block his attempt, but your boyfriend was predictably faster. A spoon was soon hovering near your mouth, filled to the brim with the plate's contents. You glanced at Endo, mirth displayed all across his handsome features, and pursed your lips in stubbornness.
Your prank was already ruined, but that didn't mean you were going to play by Endo's rules, especially now that he was laughing his ass off at your reaction.
"Aw, baby," Endo's voice was now back near your ear, low, husky, and ever-so slightly mocking, "adorable and headstrong, you're messing with my heart, aren't you?"
Heat rose instantly all over your cheeks, and you pushed at Endo's chest with your palms, feeling no resistance as he started laughing again.
"DON’T ‘AW BABY’ ME!" The minute your lips parted open, the spoon was inside, gently feeding you its contents. You gasped, reeling from how quickly Endo moved. Your boyfriend's eyes gleamed in pure happiness as he moved to make you another spoonful.
Accepting your defeat, you finished chewing and opened your mouth to be fed again. While you didn't mind being pampered by Endo this way, the heat across your cheeks didn't fade away for a long time.
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maomao-words · 1 month ago
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i hope israelis feel mortal terror right now. i want more israelis to suffer, suffer, suffer. this is the least they could do for nearly 2 years of non-stop bombardment of Gaza.
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We are starving in Gaza.
There’s no flour, no food—only hunger, fear, and silence. My family sleep with empty stomachs. I wake up every day praying for a miracle: just bread, just safety, just a little kindness from the outside world.
I never imagined I’d have to beg, but today I am. Please, if you see this, don’t ignore it. If you can help us with even the smallest amount, it can mean food on our table or medicine for my loved ones.
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I really enjoy and appreciate your writing ☺️
Oh my God, this made me feel so soft inside! Thank you so much anon for such sweet praise ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ.
May you have an amazing day!
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Can I request where windbreaker boys got jealous over s/o (us) like simping over fictional characters, I wanna see their reaction getting sulking or jealous 8(>_<)8
Not me exposing my own list of hubbies in these headcannons /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
I hope your tastes match mine, and you enjoy!
No TWs. Fluff with some crack sprinkled around.
Wind Breaker: How the boys react to you simping over fictional characters (Sakura, Kiryu, Endo).
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Haruka Sakura:
No. Sakura does not get jealous over fictional men.
He does not sulk, lower lip jutted in the most adorable of pouts, whenever you joyfully yell each time Satoru Gojo comes up on screen. He definitely does not clench his jaw each time you delve into an unstoppable tirade over how strong the white-haired sorcerer is, how attractive his hands are, and how beautiful his blue eyes look.
Sakura absolutely does not try to distract you by holding onto your waist, as shyly as his nerves allow him to, and burying his face into the crook of your neck.
The fact that these moments of affection from Sakura coincide with Gojo's training scenes has nothing to do with your boyfriend. Or so he claims, voice close to a whisper, and eyes avoiding yours as much as possible.
Each time you catch Sakura frowning at your phone's home screen, which is evenly split between a fanart of Gojo's fingers held in his signature move and a candid picture taken of you both during one of your latest dates, you would simply laugh at his facial expressions.
How adorable, you would say, as you gently cup his cheeks and peck him once, then twice, and thrice. Once Sakura busies himself with hiding his blushing face, you turn around, resuming your dive into Tumblr for more posts about your fictional hubby.
Provoking your lovely boyfriend's jealousy is easy. But a soft smooch accompanied by your prettiest smile never fails to melt his icy facade, rendering him unable to leave your side, while you continue admiring Gojo's beautiful features on screen. Little did Sakura know that your favorite sorcerer shares almost all of his own traits. Starting from the feathery white hair, the gem-like eyes, to the incomparable strength and dominance, Sakura does not stray far from Gojo, which is what made him appeal to your eyes in the first place.
But, hush now. With how adorable Sakura behaves, you do not wish to divulge this secret to him.
Oh, and if you notice Sakura smiling once you mention the end of the JJK manga, you do not go down quietly. Needless to say that your lovely boyfriend had to spend the rest of the week sleeping on the couch, alone and grumbling about how unfair you were acting.
Kiryu Mitsuki:
Yes. Kiryu is jealous that you have eyes for no one but Rafayel from LADS.
Actually, scratch that, dearest. Hell fucking yes, Kiryu is beyond jealous that your main husband is a rich, attractive, and highly bewitching merman, whose voice seems to be the only way for you to relax as you fall asleep at night.
"Noo, keep your eyes on me, cutie," Kiryu cooes at you with a voice sweeter than honeyed cakes, his hand cupping your face and guiding it away from the latest trailer featuring Rafayel.
You pout at your boyfriend's ridiculous attempts and gently swat at his hand to focus all of your attention on the phone in your hand. Kiryu gasps, an exaggerated sound colored with indignation and shock, before he moves in one smooth move to smother you with his entire body.
You gasp, phone clattering on the floor away from you at the sudden jolt, while you struggle to handle your boyfriend's weight on you. Nothing was new about Kiryu's behavior. Each time Rafayel comes up on your screen or tongue, talking about a new banner, showing him a work of fiction you recently read, or an amazing fan art you spotted, Kiryu's affection would spill over.
His touches, already consistent and plentiful, double in intensity and frequency. A hand on the small of your back to guide you away from your friedn's collective fangirling over Rafayel, long fingers gently tapping over your arm to distract you from staring at your fictinal's husband lethal face, or in extreme cases, tight hugs that envelop your entire figure before he swallows your protests with a tender kiss that takes your breath away in a heartbeat.
Your foolish boyfriend never stopped to wonder why you picked Rafayel out of everyone else. He never seemed to connect the dots; a rich man, with pink hues and angelic shades, and hands that are impossibly gentle to you. Each one of Rafayel's features, traits, and "cutie" never fails to bring Kiryu's face to mind.
But seeing Kiryu's dramatic pouts, hearing his near-teary complaints, and enjoying his tender embraces, you simply couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth. So, each time he complains, you pretend to sigh and think long and hard, before you loop your hands around your beloved's neck to pull him closer to you.
Oh, and if anyone ends up finally asking, you end up revealing that it's always Kiryu offering his own card and encouraging you to spend as much money as you want to bring your merman home.
Endo Yamato:
Endo's first reaction to seeing your phone's home screen, on the afternoon of your second date, was a loud laugh that nearly caused you both to be kicked out of the coffee shop. His arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, the other lazily slung across the back of your chair, as you pulled your phone and unlocked it to show him the cute dress you bought the day before.
But the minute Endo's green eyes landed on the now-unlocked screen, his body moved without hesitation, and he doubled over in laughter. After facing your wrath (a weak punch to his arm), Endo was finally lucid enough to ask the burning question on his tongue: is that a fucking clown?
That question ended up costing him a third date with you.
Because no, Hisoka Morow is not a clown. Well, when it comes to pure technicalities, he is one, but he is your favorite in the HunterxHunter world, and you refused to sit by and watch anyone make fun of him.
Endo never understood your obsession with Hisoka, but he never really felt gracious enough to stop making his typical comments to you. Relentless in his teasing, Endo's affectionate bullying extended to the small charms attached to your keys, the stickers on the back of your laptop, the lavender hoodie with Hisoka's figure on the front, and even your tiny notebook decorated in the magician's palette.
You pouted, shut him up using kisses, and laughed alongside Endo's teasing attempts. You were firm in your attachment to Hisoka, and Endo's playful attitude suited you just fine, as long as you were left to your own devices, free to love what you loved.
Yet somehow, along the way, you noticed a subtle change. Each time Endo caught you tearing up over the seemingly endless hiatus of the HXH manga, fangirling over the latest official art of your hubby, or rewatching the anime from start to finish, he would sweep you in an embrace that never failed to take your breath away.
Whenever your friends called and spent hours fangirling over the entire cast, Endo became glued to your side on the couch. With both arms wrapped around you, his head nestled in the crook of your neck, he would distract you from the conversation with his own whispers and comments. Laughing each time you swat at him in annoyance, Endo would only tighten his hold on you.
Your joy was indescribable the day Endo half-admitted he felt jealous of how much affection and attention you were pouring over that clown. You snorted, face flushing with the exertion of hiding your laughter, while Endo remained impassive by your side. You came closer to your lover, lips drawn in a soft smile, as you cupped his cheeks with your hands. Soft promises that confirmed your endless love for your boyfriend, and assurances that Hisoka's presence will never overshadow his own, were finally enough to return the lopsided smirk on Endo's face.
A smirk that disappeared as soon as it had appeared, however. Endo ended up sleeping on the couch that night for daring to call your hubby a clown. Again.
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Please listen carefully Please listen carefully I need you to read this
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My name is Ahmad Al-Ashi, a 24-year-old young man from Gaza.
For years, I have been the sole provider for my family. I live with my mother, who is 68 years old and suffers from chronic illnesses that weigh heavily on both of us. Her condition requires daily care and constant medication, but we can barely afford enough food to survive, let alone the expensive medicines she desperately needs.
My own health is not much better. I suffer from liver disease, and my liver enzyme levels are extremely high, leaving me in constant pain every single day. This illness prevents me from working consistently, and sometimes I even struggle to help my mother with the simplest tasks.
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As for our living conditions,we reside in a tent—if it can even be called that. It provides no protection from the scorching heat of summer or the freezing cold of winter. The severe inflation in Gaza has made even basic necessities unaffordable. Food has become a luxury, and medicine feels like an unattainable dream. Every day, we face a battle between hunger and illness, between hope and despair.
Despite all of this, I continue to fight, standing as best I can for my mother and my family, searching for any glimmer of hope that can help us overcome this harsh ordeal. Our story is not just one of pain; it is a plea to anyone who can offer help, to anyone with a compassionate heart who can be the reason we survive this nightmare.
We are in desperate need of someone to extend a helping hand because our lives are on the brink of collapse.
vetted by :@/90-ghost @bilal-salah0 This campaign #152 on Butterfly Effect Project vetted list!
Links to fundraiser accounts below Chuffed account uses dollars, (but does not accept Discover cards.) Gofundme uses the SEK currency. Conversion rates below
11 sek is $1 USD 22 sek is $2 USD 110 sek is $10 , USD 220 sek is $20 USD
Below are pictures from the camp for more evidence
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