I Am Farah From Gaza. I Am In My Final Year Of School, But The War Came And Destroyed My School And My

I am Farah from Gaza🇵🇸. I am in my final year of school, but the war came and destroyed my school and my home and took away people dear to my heart. I now live in a tent in the city of Deir al-Balah. We face many hardships such as pollution, diseases, insects, and hunger. So I opened this campaign to survive. The war of genocide. If you want to help me, donate, publish my posts, and talk about me in a post or video🙏. You are my only hope of survival‼️🫵

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Happy birthday, Mitchi! 🦷🤍

Posted May 22, 2024.

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Slam Dunk Oneshot | Mitsui Hisashi x Reader Oneshot | Mitsui Hisashi x You

A storm is coming…

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“F/n-chan!”

“?” You turned to face the voice that called your name by the shoe lockers. It was Mitsui. “Has practice been cancelled for you today too, Mitsui-kun?”

“Coach said it would be too dangerous for us to still be at the gym when the storm gets stronger. So let’s go home together.”

You looked him over, his uniform shirt untucked, duffel bag slung on one shoulder, short hair messy like he had just run with all his might just to catch up to you. You stood on your tiptoes and tried fixing his hair, steadying your other hand on his chest, “You’re only coming with me because you don’t have an umbrella, right? Did you forget it at home again?”

He captured your wrist in one swift motion, “Hey, F/n-chan,” you looked into his eyes, they were crinkled at the corners from his grin, and there was hidden emotion in those dark irises, “It’s rare that I get to go home with my favorite neighbor. I’ll repay this umbrella loan with dinner, okay? We just need to make a quick stop at the konbini.”

His boyish smile was bright amidst the overcast sky. It suddenly occurred to you that he was handsome; like it was something you had forgotten. You pushed the umbrella into his hand, fingers brushing his calloused palm, insisting, “Okay but, the taller one should hold it.”

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Mitsui… He didn’t think this far ahead. He had only meant to hitch a sweet umbrella ride back home with you, walking close together in the pouring rain, his arm around your shoulders. But you had touched him first and his brain short-circuited; in that split-second, he became fixated with the idea of extending the time you had together. He gave his cheek a slap.

In front of you, he’s brazen-faced. But inside, he’s dying.

Under the fluorescent lights of the konbini, he turned his gaze to you as you checked the various bowls and plastic packages stacked neatly on the shelf. You were biting your lower lip, unsure of which instant ramen brand to go with. There was a strange feeling in his chest as he wondered what it was like to be bitten — wait, huh? No, he wasn’t thinking that at all. Not. At. All. Your eyelashes fluttered as you looked up at him innocently, “I want us to eat the same one. Will you pick, Mitsui-kun?”

Mitsui felt dizzy. He can’t take this. (Get a grip, asshole!)

“Yeah, leave it to me.”

He extracted two packets from the orderly pile and gave them to you to hold. “Do you mind if I just get one more thing? I ran out of it at home. Meet you at the cash register in a minute,” and without another word, took off towards the direction of the chilled drinks, his feet taking quick, certain steps. Mitsui knew he needed the cool air to calm himself down somehow.

Ruffling the back of his hair in mild agitation, he stared at the refrigerator for what felt like an eternity. He was just going to purchase a few cans of Pocari, like always, but he needed every second to extinguish that blush that was threatening to take over his entire face.

You peeked from behind him, hair spilling to the side as you tilted your head, “Choosing a sports drink?” He pretended he was fine with you so close. Just why were you so much cuter at this distance? He stretched his arms, trying to reclaim some space, “Seems like it’s going to rain hard until tomorrow. I should be productive at home with my weight training in case practice gets cancelled again.”

You looked at him thoughtfully “I see… I was wrong then. During the walk here, you said your parents have been out all week. So I thought you were going to buy something else…”

Mitsui stilled. Is this really happening right now? The rapid thrum of his heart was echoing loudly in his ears. He felt like he was losing it. “F/n…”

But you, you waved a tube of toothpaste and a soft-bristled nylon toothbrush in his face. It was the special kind that only people who need to take extra care of their teeth would buy. “I thought you needed these essential items.”

He thought his heart might have burst right then and there.

“You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?”

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By the time you both had reached the apartment building, your socks were soaked, and Mitsui’s shoulder, too large to be contained in your tiny umbrella, was dripping wet. You were shivering from the cold, and his arm was still draped around you, trying to keep you warm. Your fingernails were turning blue. Getting off at the floor you both lived on, you gently pulled him down by the collar to whisper in his ear, “I’m sorry about your shoulder. I think we both should have a shower first and change into warmer clothes. I’ll come over when I’m done, promise I’ll be quick.” You patted his cheek before you unlocked the door to your apartment unit, disappearing inside.

Mitsui was thinking of taking a nice cold shower. Yes, that sounded about right.

15 minutes later, you knocked on his door holding a bowl containing THREE soft boiled eggs. “Wha- Why did you cook so many?” Your eyes zeroed in on his shoulder, the same one that was attacked by rainwater mere minutes before, and then swept your gaze back to his face, “I felt sorry that I didn’t have any meat for you. Athletes need their protein, and I didn’t want you to be hungry.”

Mitsui’s surprised expression softened, and he let out a short laugh. A light hand on your lower back, he ushered you inside and onto the floor table, his place filled with the savory scent of the ramen broth.

You had dinner side by side on that short-legged table, the very same one where you two used to do schoolwork on in junior high school. Life was simpler then, but this was nice, too. It was comforting to be back here, a hot bowl of noodles prepared by Mitsui himself, with nothing but the steady pitter-patter of the raindrops outside the glass windows. You listened as he told you all about his teammates and their crazy antics. You haven’t seen him this excited in a long time.

When you had both finished your meals, you leaned on his shoulder. It went stiff, was your head heavy? He breathed out, “Sleepy?”

“No, we… just haven’t done this in a while. Right, Mitsui-kun? Didn’t you miss this too?”

He sighed, he was making up for lost time in every aspect of his life. With that honest confession, he took your hand in his, and on the back of it traced reassuring circles with his thumb. He thought about all those times he showed up at your door to get cleaned up after a beating; it was true, he hadn’t shared a proper meal with you in literal years.

After a moment, he says, “Easy. We’ll see each other more often. Come to my games, and we’ll eat whatever you want after. I’ll keep you company while you prepare for entrance exams. I’ll drop by your classroom during breaks to get some of your bento…”

You shoved him playfully before he could ramble any further, your pretty face pouting, “Come on, now you’re just joking around.” He got up and flashed that smug smile of his, before making his way to the kitchen sink with the empty bowls.

Yawning, you placed your head down on the table in his absence. Your eyelids were heavy, and you felt the tension in your neck from all the nights you spent studying. Hoping to find a pain relief patch in his duffel bag nearby, you zipped it open. It was filled with all sorts of things — his basketball shoes, extra clothes, and… a clean, dry, folding umbrella.

Okayyyy but I'm upset we were ROBBED of a flame Hashira training camp!!! I would have absolutely loved Kyoujurou but y'know... Anyway his dad thoughnanfmmdna I would have loved to see esp because they brought back retired Tengen

Drunken love

Nami x Reader

She walks up behind you. Her distinct footsteps identifiable. It was the ginger navigator of this vessel. "Why all alone hogging the booze?" She asked in an amused tone. Almost mocking, but somehow not in a bad way

You sat on a barrel, hidden away on the quarter deck of the Sunny behind Nami's tangerine grove. "Hogging? I'm a lightweight and this is all I managed to sneak away before Zoro began giving me the stank eye" her amused snort morphs into a cute laughter and you can't help the blossom of heat that sprouts in your chest

You'd already finished the barrel you sat on. The only thing left was an almost full bottle in your hand that you savored every drop of. Casually sipping between hiccups "You're wasted, come back to the main deck" you heard Luffy's laughter ring out. Breaking away your intense staring into the universe to meet Nami's eye

"Go back and join the noise? Why bother when I've got my two favorite views right here" you manage to catch the way her eyes twitch wider at the smooth compliment. Her normally sly features going soft. It was a sight for sore eyes

Her smile all but melts you. More so when she joins your side to watch the the soft ripples of the sea's waves. The moon making it glimmer in silver specs here and there. You offer her the glass bottle, which she takes. Taking a nice gulp before returning it. You take another casual sip. Only now savoring the flavor left behind on the bottles rim instead of the contents inside

A comfortable silence blanketing the ship as the night finally began to consume the boisterous pirates. They were still positively loud, but a few voices now missing. Passing the bottle back and forth a few times

"I love you" you swivel around your drink. Or whatever alcohol is left in the bottle really

"You're drunk" she says. Disbelief hanging heavy from her tone. Disbelief and uncertainty. Nervousness the only thing clear in her brown irises when you look into them

"Drunks," you stand on wobbly feet. Legs close to putty "and children never lie" taking a few swayed steps before pausing to steady yourself "at least not well" you march right back to the party as best you could, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Or whatever was left of the party as the noise finally died down

You gulp down what's left in the bottle, your figure disappearing into the grove

Tony Stark - Seven minutes in heaven one shot

Tony strut into the communal floor holding up a black bag. My eyes leave the book in my hands and go to rest on him. "I have a proposal!" He grins, quickly stepping down and entering more of the little lounge area "And none of you can refuse it" he slyly adds in, grin only growing mischievous and untrustworthy

I kick my feet down from where they were on the arm rest, having been sitting on the chair sideways. I slide my bookmark in and close my book resting it on my lap and propping my chin in my palm as I give Tony my full attention. He waits a bit for everyone to give him their full attention before thrusting the black bag forward, presenting it to everyone. I see Nat quirk a questioning brow

"Get this" he shakes the bag letting it's contents clink "You're all bored-" Sam opens his mouth to protest but Tony immediately holds his index finger up effectively shushing him "soooo let's play" dramatic pause "Seven Minutes in Heaven!" He oh so dramatically announces

"No" I state affirmatively picking up my book again. I see Tony's baffled expression through my peripherals but pay it no mind as I reopen my book and scan to page looking for where I'd left off

Tony's amused scoff resounds around the little living room "You know what, just because of that sass, you're going first" I glare at the word right after the one I'd just left off on

For God's sake, I hadn't even taken by bookmark out yet!

I let out a deep sight through my nose and give a few bemused nods. As I dramatically leave my seat with a scowl and step up to Tony. I grumpily shove my hand in the bag "Stupid childish game" I mutter digging in and pulling out the first thing my hand comes into contact with

My eyes widened at what I'd pulled out of the bag. I drop it back in and make a run for it. Clint is quick to hold his arm out making me collide against it doubling over his arm. He reels me in and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

"Clint! Clint!" I kick my legs and flail my arms. "Put me dowwwwwn Clint!" I pumell my fists against him. I feel him flinch under me with each hit

"I'll drop you!" He warns and I scoff

"Go ahead!" I challenge and hit my fists against him more agresively now. He does and I yelp as I hit the ground but am quick to recover; as I try to swiftly get off my back and on my hands and knees. Clint is just as quick to grab my ankle to prevent me from scurrying off. He groans behind me in pain I'm guessing from his now sore back, yet still holds on to me firmly. I claw at the floor and push myself with my one 'free' leg managing to get nowhere in particular

Thor gets up from his seat at the bar counter behind the lounge area. He approaches and scoops me off the floor and tosses me gently into the closet in one swift motion. Wanda closes and locks the closet door from her spot on the couch with her powers. All before I can get off my ass and run out of the closet unfortunately

I whine loudly pumelling the door begging to be set free. "Oh (Y/n)~" Tony coos from the other side "Stop trying to break the door down so I can come in and join you hun". I let out one final loud whine and fall back sprawling out on what space I have of the closet floor. The plain, empty closet. I begin to wonder how many just empty closets Tony has in the tower for things like this. The daunting feeling of being stuck with no other than Playboy himself returns when the door opens

I glance up, only lifting my head to peek. It's Stark himself peeping through a door only open enough for his head to fit so he could make sure I'm not at the door ready to run. I stare at him briefly and let my head fall back with a gracious thump. Making no effort to leave now that I'd gotten comfortable on the floor. The door creaks as it's opened more. Tony stepping in at my feet and closing the door behind him. I hear the lock click and any hope of leaving without actually breaking the door down leaves me

Not that I couldn't brake it down... Not like Tony would let me break it down. I sigh, resigned. I shift a bit and bring my feet in closer to my bum, to allow him more room. Only now realizing how spacious the closet really is. I fit comfortably with my arms fully spread out on either side of me; only my knuckles brushing up against the walls. My legs could probably spread out a deal more until they bumped against the door, leaving my knees only slightly bent in the air

I hear a tad bit of shifting and see Tony's silhouette slump to the floor into a sitting position. He seems to just stare at me from his corner next to the door. I sneak glances at him, his gaze never leaving me. It begins to make me uncomfortable after the first minute so I push myself to sit in the corner across from him. We stare intently at each other for another solid minute before he says anything

"You know I wouldn't actually force you to do anything right?" He asks, somewhat obviously

"I- um well-" I fumble with my words before muttering a small "yes" I know Tony well enough to say he won't mess with anyone who doesn't want to be messed with, unless he's messing with them only for the sake of annoying them. Which in the moment, he doesn't seem to want to annoy me

But I also know Tony well enough to know he's good enough at whispering sweet nothings at anyone and sweep them off their feet. And that's what the feeling of dread was about. It was about being another one of his one-night rushes of lust. Because I liked him too much, I liked him too much to be another on his list of girls who's names and face he wouldn't be able to remember in a week, or the next day at that. He meant too much to me to let myself stoop to that level and be forgotten like the rest. I loved him too damned hard to let him have his way and get into my pants, because that was probably all he wanted. And all he'd ever want with me, and I wasn't ready to face that fact. So I clung to what I could

It all dawned on me the second I looped my ring finger under the jump ring to his R8's key and pulled it out on a whim. A whim of simply pulling out the first thing I felt; fed up with being forced into this childs game in the moment. Had I not sized the situation up so quickly I'd probably been more willing to be locked up with him for the total of seven minutes. Seven minutes with him in solitude and in the dark to do whatever we pleased. But no, I did size everything up the instant I lay my eyes upon that damn Audi R8 key

Tony probably noticed the conflict and mix of emotions in my heavy gaze because he shifted uncomfortably under it. My gaze flickered between him and my lap "Something on your mind?" I looked up to find the vague outline of his eyes. Not knowing how to answer I only nod in response. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I scoff shaking my head "A nickel so you don't give a damn?" I retort. A smirk lacing my lips

Tony chuckles "I'm a billionaire, I'm sure I can afford your thoughts" my smirk only grows at his remark. I shake my head another time getting ready to spill my guts out. I'd most likely regret this later but hey, you only live once right?

"I was just thinking about-" I let my head fall back and rest it against the wall as I look at the ceiling "about why I didn't to play" I chuckle as I rack my brain for a way to explain my thoughts in a way that made sense "why I didn't want to play with you specially"

"Aww, am I really that bad?" He asks playfully

"No" I trail off "quite the opposite infact" I sigh, dragging a hand up my face and through my hair "I'm far too caught up emotionally to play a game like this and let it go too far in the heat of the moment" I feel my heart welling up my throat "only for whatever happened to haunt me later and break my heart because I know it won't mean anything to you and I'll just be another on the list of girls you were able to pull" I reel my legs in and hug them close to my chest like if that could shield me

I hear more shuffling, but I don't look up from a dark spot on the floorboards I'd been focusing on after my readjustment. It was likely a stain, or a bug considering they were floorboards and you could just wipe anything off. There's a light push under my chin that guides me to look at the new found mass of heat just in front. "Darling" I still avoid looking "You most certainly aren't the rest or even remotely like them"

I scoff and swat his hand away "Yeah right, keep up the sweet talk" I frown knowing he's just saying things to make me feel as special as the rest did in the moment "maybe I'll believe it if you say it long enough" I won't let him have his way. I can't let him have his way, for my sake

"Oh I doubt it, I've kept it up for years and it hasn't done me any good" he moves his index finger from under my chin to have his whole hand cup my cheek "Even then, you're far too classy and self respected to let my sweet talk get to you" he chuckles dryly and his eyes show the most sincerity I've ever seen "You are worth so much more than a little flatter here and a cheesy pick up line there. No, you deserve the utmost respect and love and admiration" his thumb caresses my cheekbone softly and I can't help but lean into his touch

God, why do I love him so damn much. It hurts knowing it's all a beautiful lie. Tony would never, he has a far better variety to choose from

My eyes surely betray my conflict because the hurt in his eyes is instantaneous. "You don't need to believe me" he mumbles, it makes my heart just tear apart "I know I'm everything but deserving of you. But if you could just-" his tone is desperate and so are those deep coffee-coloured eyes of his "just give me a chance to prove I can. To prove I'm worthy of you. I swear I won't let you down"

He leans in and rests his forehead on mine. Eyes closed. I stare, so full of overwhelming emotions and conflicts. A tear escapes down my cheek but it doesn't make it all that far before it's wiped away by his thumb. I waste no time and press my lips to his softly. It's a gentle, cautious lip lock. As if to test the waters. Tony was mindful of this passionate but rather guarded kiss and let me take the lead

My internal discord slowly eased away as the tender exchange continued. We pulled apart and I moved so my legs now rested behind either side of him. I was close to straddling him as my arms eased around his torso, my nose nuzzling into his shoulder. We held each other serenely for what little time was left

And true to my word, Clint opened the door no more and a minute or two after. His head poking in "You decent?" he asks, eyes shut. I roll my eyes, he peeks an eye open when there's a lack of response; sighing in relief when he only sees us hugging in the corner together. "Your times up!" He says the obvious

"You don't say" I comment sarcastically, untangling myself from Tony and offering a hand once I'm up. He takes it and I pull him up. We both promptly exit and I make my way to the singular sofa I was sitting in before the game. Expectant eyes turn to me to spill. There wasn't any yelling or lewd noises at that, hardly any noise whatsoever really, which makes the Avengers curious as to what went down within the small confines

I take my time to fix myself comfortably in the chair. Tossing my legs over the armrest and nuzzling into the other. I give them all a wink, chuckling when they groan at the lack of juicy details

Oh what juicy details they're missing out on indeed

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