Thinking about Itoshi Rin who ends up making their s/o cry!
Itoshi Rin wasn't particularly one for emotions, and you knew that.
He wasn't sure how to lay things out softly, even if he really wanted to.
But knowing that didn't stop his words from hurting you.
You've been arguing for the past 15 minutes, going about how he's been neglecting you a bit for soccer.
"God, why won't you just understand that all I want is just some of your time, Rin?" Your voice was filled with frustration.
"I'm not gonna drop everything just for you. It's not all about you." Rin replied with his usual deadpan voice, yet there was a tiny frown on his face, like he too was getting tired of this argument.
"I'm not saying that! I'm asking for you to acknowledge me! You leave in the morning without saying goodbye, you're out the entire day, and by the time you get home, you eat dinner quickly and go straight to bed!" Your throat was beginning to tighten.
"You're so clingy. You're weighing me down." Was all he said.
".....huh?...." You quietly managed to squeak out. Most people would have to strain to be able to hear it.
"You nag at me to much, give me some space goddammit."
"But well-...I'm just trying to keep our relationship aliv-"
And then your voice cracked. It cracked and you looked down, holding your throat as if you were trying to force it to untighten.
Rin's frown was immediately wiped off of his face.
"...(name)?"
You didn't respond. So Rin stepped closer.
"(Name), answer." His voice grew slightly softer, as he reached out to rest his hand in your shoulder.
Then it came.
Your eyes began to blur, and your voice cracked more and you continued to try and speak.
"I'm- it's just...! I'm really not trying to be cling- oh god."
You broke down in tears uncontrollably, your breathing grew fast and unsteady, and Rin?
A deep sense of guilt immediately bloomed in his chest.
With urgency, he immediately pulled you into his chest, hand resting on the back of your head.
"..I...didn't mean it. Sorry."
"I know, but I just-...!"
"Stop talking, you need to calm down first." Rin's tone was soft and soothing now, his hand resting on your head, while the other hand was placed on your lower back, with his thumb running in circles.
It's been a while since you've been cared for by Rin like this. Being held tight and consoled by the warm touch of his body.
He's giving you exactly what you craved for right now. Not because you begged for his attention, but because it was his first instinct to run and console you. It's built inside of him to run to your safety, whether he liked it or not.
Rin finally spoke after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "...You okay now?"
You sniffled "Yeah."
And for once, he let out that rare, soft smile. "...That's good."
It went quiet for a moment, then he continued. "I didn't mean anything I said by the way. I'm sorry."
You let out a breathy chuckle. "I know, you said that before."
"Well I wanted to tell you again."
You grinned. "It's fine now. Buut..."
"But?"
"Maybe I'll consider really forgiving you if you go do the dishes."
"...Yes ma'am..." He sighs before dragging his feet to the kitchen.
"And you're sleeping on the couch tonight."
"What?!" Rins turns back to you so fast that you could almost be surprised that he didn't get dizzy.
"Get to washing those dishes, Rin. Now."
He turns back with a groan and silently mopes for the rest of the night.
A/N: YES ITS A REPOST TUMBLR PLEASE LET THE WORLD SEE RHIS PLEASEPALEASE THIRD TIMES THE CHARM PLEAPSLEPASE AM I SHADOWBANNED ☹
GOOD LORD I NEED MORE OF SHIDOU AND HIS STUNNING HATER 😍😍
maybe where they go on a reluctant hangout where shidou keeps calling it a date and teasing us??
THNAKS FOR CONSIDERING!! MWAHH 😚😚
Shidou with a hater pt.2 .ᐟ ── .✦ (pt.1 here!)
'Hey, Ryusei.'
You stared down at the words you typed out. Why did you just text him?
You found him obnoxious, yet you took the time to open your contacts and reach out to him. You didn't want to really hear from him either. Maybe you should just delete the message?
But before you could do so, you noticed that Shidou had already seen your text, and began typing out a reply.
"Hey, hot stuff."
So maybe that's how you ended up here: In a huge mall against your will, currently waiting for Shidou like you have for the past 10 minutes.
If he were any later, you would have grabbed your things and left. But instead, you hear a voice call out from behind you.
"Hey, hot stuff! Miss me?"
You turn around and see Shidou, with that familiar shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
You shot him an irritated look. "You're ten minutes late."
That didn't seem to faze him. Because rather than stating an apology, or an "I lost track of time.", you were met with a pathetic and bold "I know." Followed by a confident puff of his chest.
"You're not even gonna show an ounce of guilt?" You questioned as you cocked up an eyebrow.
He smirked "Nah, it was for a good cause. Being all dressed for our date of course."
"You're such a—wait what?" You stopped in your tracks, taking an extra moment to process what he just said.
"Yeah, a date. Something romantic that happens between two people in love." He was enjoying this way too much.
Straightening your back and clearing your throat, you reply. "It's not a date, or nor am I in love with you. I'm only here because you asked me to shop for cleats with you, otherwise you'd tell your entire team about me."
"Keep telling yourself that sweets." He replied before walking away, urging you to follow him.
Throughout the majority of the event, you paid nearly no attention to Shidou. Standing with your purse hooked over your arm, observing your surroundings and the different cleats, and occasionally giving an opinion when Shidou pestered you to help choose one pair out of two when he couldn't decide.
But Shidou on the other hand, had his mind all on you.
He did only bring you out to spend some time with you, but never thought that far ahead as to what you guys were gonna do there to ensure you both have fun. He was losing his patience already. Why couldn't you just like him? He can't be that obnoxious.
Standing up, he stretches, arms placed on his lower back with a soft groan. "I got my pair. Let's go eat somethin'!"
He turned to you, only to find that you were looking the other way, particularly on some trinket displayed on the showcase of the gift shop located across from where you were.
Huh, interesting.
"(Name)!" Shidou calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, about time. You spent around an hour." You mumble under your breath, watching Shidou pay.
The walk to the food court was filled with an awkward silence. You didn't speak, nor did you even dare to breathe too loudly. Cautious that if you do, it might set him off to start speaking to you.
But that was short lived, as you focused so hard on attempting to not do certain things, that you didn't realize that you walked past a 'Wet Floor' sign, slipping immediately on a puddle of water.
A pair of hands stop you before you crash to the ground however, gripping your waist go hold you steady, before pressing the entire back of your torso against his chest.
"What would you do without me?" A snarky voice comes from the folk that held you.
Shidou.
You didn't even have to turn your head to know about the wicked smirk plastered on his face.
"This is the closest I've ever been to you!" He pulls you in closer.
"You can let go of me now, you know." You replied.
"Come on, isn't this romantic? Me saving you, us hugging on a date..."
"Not a date." You speak sharply. "Let go of me."
This time, he complies. When you're finally set free, you dust off your clothing and turn to him. It's subtle, but his eyes soften in an unfamiliar way when you look at him. Or atleast, unfamiliar for him.
"Let's go, Ryusei." You grab his wrist to drag him, trying to brush off the embarrassment of slipping in public.
By the time you reach the food court, you both seem to have cooled off a tad bit.
You follow Shidou to one of the shops, watching as he orders. He orders 2 dishes, handing one to you.
"What's this?" You question.
"It's good! Try it. Or do ya' want me to spoon feed you?" He snickers, trotting over to an empty table to set his food down, with you following behind.
"I can feed myself." You reply while taking a seat across from him, before digging into your meal.
But you sensed how his eyes remained on you even though you had your entire body immersing in the meal you feasted on.
"Hm?" You looked up. "What is it? If you have something to say, spit it out. Quit staring."
Shidou hums in response. "Mmm nothin'. Just thinking about how lucky I am to be on a date with the girl of my dreams."
You choke on your food. "This is our second time seeing eachother."
"But ya' didn't deny it was a date. Cause you're finally realizing it is, aren't ya'?!"
Again with the irritating ramble about this being a date. "...Sure. "
It goes dead silent. Shidou's eyes widen and his grin grows wider than you have ever seen. "....You're actually admitting it."
"Well, yeah because you won't stop talking about it and I just needed to get you to shu-"
"It's a date!" Shidou hollers, his voice blasting through the entire food court, gaining weird stares from the people around both.
You curl in on yourself from the humiliation. "Shut up! You're so loud..."
"I'm so gonna kiss you." The blonde jumps up from his seat, leaning towards you.
"Lay a finger on me non-consensually and I will report you."
You're at the train station now. With your train set to arrive any time now.
"Thanks for walking me here." You say to Shidou.
"Can't let a pretty thing like you to get hurt by another man." Shidou smirks.
A ding goes off and your train arrives. But once you begin walking towards it, he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
"What is it? My trains here."
Shidou doesn't reply. Instead, he hold out a gift bag. One from the shop you were looking at earlier.
You take it, rummaging through the bag to see what was inside. "What's this?"
"You were lookin' at it earlier, so I figured you might want it. So I just brought it for ya'." Shidou shrugs.
"Oh my god, thank you." You look up at him with a sort of happiness he would have never thought he'd see from you directed towards him.
Shidou smirks "It's nothin-" He feels soft lips peck his cheek. You just kissed his cheek.
He freezes.
You hurriedly run inside the train, waving goodbye to him as the doors shut, and the train gets moving.
Shidou's left there, beet red, heart pounding, and unable to form a proper sentence. His fingers absent-mindedly brush the exact spot your lips rested on.
His mouth opens, then closes. Then, after a moment, he uttered his words:
"I'm in love."
"....Holy shit, I'm in love."
A/N: My sister saw this and called you cute (•̀ᴗ•́ )و
Thinking about Shidou meeting a hater...but then getting blinded by your lethal face card? ── .✦ not proofread, somewhat ooc! Shidou (?)
You were at a game with your friend. One that you weren't very enthusiastic about seeing at that.
You wouldn't say you hated soccer—you found it entertaining, actually. But this particular game that she dragged you to...not so much.
This one guy was ruining it. With his booming personality taking over the field in the worst way possible.
"Why are you so keen on watching this?" You ask once she catches you glancing at her.
"Because of this one guy. I heard that there was a chance that he might in here." She responds.
Huh? For a guy?
"Who?"
And then she points.
#13. Shidou.
The same obnoxious bastard that was preventing you from enjoying the match.
You were about to criticize her taste, but catch a glimpse of the time. The game was almost over, so it wasn't like you were going to deal with seeing his aggressive and odd play again after this. So you leaned in attempts to get a closer look at him.
Spiked blonde hair with pink highlights. He had some wild appearance too. Wonder what his face looked like when he wasn't out barking up nonsense. But he's quiet now, so if he could just turn around-
Buzz! The blare goes off, signaling the end of the game.
Dammit, you didn't get to see him. You hated when you couldn't satisfy your curiosity.
"[Name]? Let's go." You followed your friend, listening to her mumble something about how the team she was rooting for didn't win.
You two ended up in the parking lot, walking towards her car. You've been out for definitely more than an hour or two, you guess based off of how dark it is outside now.
Have you even stopped to refresh?
You turn to your friend and point to the building. "I'm going back inside to use the bathroom. People are most likely on their way home now, so it won't be as crowded."
She grins in reply. "Get me an autograph if you bump into any players!"
You scoff and turn away.
The place felt so odd when it wasn't crowded. You felt less irritated due to the lack of shoving, but more stressed since you had nobody to follow to the exit.
Shit. You were lost. Okay, no big deal. You'll just ask someone.
You looked around. People seemed as if they were in a rush to leave, or exhausted, leaving you with the feeling of not wanting to disturb them any further. So you kept walking and searching.
More exhausted people, more people that didn't seem to want to be disturbed. God, why couldn't you just find someone to ask?
The worry of not being able to leave begins to cloud your sense, as you didn't even realize that you were about to walk straight into someone. Or atleast not until it was too late.
Bump. You bounce off of a person's back.
Your body stiffens, and you glance up without physically moving your head, ready to apologize. But then you notice it.
#13. Shidou. Blonde hair. You've got to be kidding.
"Ha! You've got to watch where you're going more. Lost?" His snarky tone seems to piss you off without even trying, it seems.
You didn't want to deal with him.
"I was trying to find the exit." You state firmly, attempting to use your tone to indicate that you didn't want to speak with him for very long.
He snorts, then grins wide. "Well I hate to tell you this, but you're nowhere near it."
Very helpful.
"Then how about you actually be helpful and tell me where it is?" You didn't mean for it to come out so rude, you really didn't. But you couldn't help how he got on your nerves so easily.
His fists clenched. He was staring down at you now. "Y'know who you're talkin' to?"
Yeah no you didn't even wanna try acting nice anymore. He pissed you off good.
"Number thirteen Shidou. Fun fact, your play prevented me from enjoying the game."
His knuckles were white. You swear he's about to beat you up any moment now, but you weren't about to lie to his face and feed his ego.
"Ya' wanna go, princess? Big talk for someone who hasn't even looked me in the eye yet."
He's right. You really haven't looked at him.
So you raise up and finally take in his appearance. Tanned with black eyeliner. You guess you shouldn't be surprised that he'd also look wild on the front too.
However, you were more confused on how red is face was, and how quiet he's gotten since you looked up. Was he okay?
But no, Shidou was infact, not okay.
You were stunning. Dare he says the most stunning person he's ever seen. Stunning enough to knock the snarky attitude and the words he wanted to say out of him.
He didn't want to let go of you now.
So with a racing heart and sweaty palms, he speaks once more.
"Ya' know, you won't be able to get outta here alone if I just explain it with words, you'll forget. How 'bout I take you out myself?"
You held back a grimace from the way he worded it.
"You sound like you're trying to hit on me."
"And what if I am?"
This time you visibly grimaced.
You rummage through your purse, and find a receipt and a pen. You hand it to him.
"Here, just write down the directions."
Shidou takes the pen and paper with a scoff. "Playin' hard to get, huh?"
"Just write it down, Shidou."
"Ryusei." He says almost immediately.
"Huh?"
"Call me Ryusei."
Oh he's pathetic pathetic.
Finishing writing down whatever he needed to, he folds up the paper and hands it to you.
"Hey, what's ya' name anyway?"
"Huh? Oh, it's (name). Why?"
"See ya' around, (name)."
"Huh? What does that mea-"
But he began walking away before you could finish asking your question. But at least he was gone now, allowing you to get going on your way out.
However, once you opened up the neatly folded paper he had given you, you had quickly realized why he had said what he did.
Along with the directions, he had written down his phone number and autograph. Oh, he was amusing.
Finding your way out of the building that you struggled to navigate, you let out a small sigh of relief once you met your friend in her car again.
"Took you a while." She grinned.
"Got lost." You replied, while tearing off a piece of the paper you had and handing it to her. "Also, I got this for you."
She takes it with confusion written all over her face, but after inspecting it, the emotion was quickly replaced with surprise.
"You...you got an autograph?! From Shidou?!"
Her utter shock sent you cackling. "Yeah, maybe a bit more."
She was out of her seat, crawling towards you now. "What does that mean?! You have to tell me!"
"I'll tell you on the way! Let's just get going now!" You yell out in attempts to get her of you. Which surprisingly did work.
The car started, and you two were on your way now. She was the first one to break the silence.
"So, how was he?"
You pause for a moment, then reply. "He was wild."
Wild; that was fitting. But maybe you could probably tolerate wild now, thanks to Shidou.
You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and then begin typing.
"Hey, Ryusei."
A/N: okay shut it this is corny I know but I just needed to let it out I'm cool I swear 😞
Getting caught drawing them! ── .✦ ft. Itoshi Rin & Bachira Meguru !!
Bachira Meguru:
You were sitting on the bleachers, watching Bachira show off some tricks, since he thought that today he would teach you some since he was bored.
Alongside this, you also carried a sketchbook. Bachira was used to it, however. He's always seeing you with a sketchbook, since he knew you drew a bunch.
Bachira shows off a few tricks, kicking the ball over his head from the back, before sticking his foot out infront of himself and receiving it.
"Did ya' see that?!" Bachira exclaims. Turning to you.
But once his gaze fell on you, he saw that you had your head buried inside your sketchbook again, most likely doodling whatever you saw near you.
"(Name)!" Bachira shouts, which catches your attention, finally lifting your head up.
"You're drawing again?" He pouts.
You could almost giggle at how adorable he was. "I swear I was paying attention to you though."
He walks up to you, completely abandoning the soccer ball. "You're always drawing something. Let me see."
But you move the drawing away of his view.
That's weird.
"Why are you hidin' it from me? I wanna see!" Bachira lunges forward, eager to see whatever is was that you were hiding from him.
However, you didn't give in. You hold the sketchbook away from him, making sure he doesn't even have a chance to grab it.
"C'mon (name)! Just let me take a peek!" With a swift movement, he whacks the sketchbook out of both of your guy's reach. It now lays open just a metre away from the two of you.
Shoot. You scramble to go get it, but unfortunately, Bachira's faster
He grabs it and pushes you away with his foot to prevent you from getting up and grabbing your sketchbook away from him. As he looked at the paper, he was half expecting to find something weird, or a drawing you might have found bad.
But no.
It was a drawing of him.
Him out of all people.
His eyes widen, glistening with awe at how well it was sketched out. "Why would you hide something so pretty from me?" He turns to you.
You were caught off guard.
He seriously liked your drawing?
"Well, I didn't like the sketch so I was gonna erase it." You replied.
Bachira looks at you dead in the eye like what you said offended him in multiple ways. "Don't ever erase this! I love it!" He cries out, which earns a chuckle from you.
He walks back to you and hands the sketchbook back. "You should draw me more! Just a thought."
Let's just say, from then on, your sketchbook has been filled with pictures of him.
Itoshi Rin:
You swore it was just something you did when you were bored.
You were stuck in your god awful class, listening to your teacher ramble on about something that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. You ran out of things to ponder about, and you ran out of things to draw in your notebook.The restlessness was beginning to get to you now that you were no longer occupied.
It's okay, just 10 more minutes left of class. There's got to be something you could do quietly to pass the time.
You glance around, observing the people around you. Whether it was their posture, or if they were actually paying attention to the lesson or not, you just took note of it all since it meant that it would keep you busy.
Glancing around the room, you take note of more people, when your eyes fall on the person seated next to you.
Itoshi Rin.
While you didn't see him on a regular basis, you couldn't deny that he was attractive.
Especially in this light.
The gold sunlight from the window was shining behind him, outlining his figure with a soft glow, and allowing his eyes to sparkle.
It couldn't hurt to draw this in your notebook, right?
Carefully sneaking side glances from time to time, you used him as a reference to get your drawing down. You couldn't help but think about how fun he was to draw somehow. He had features that allowed you to move your hand freely, and in a way that pleased you.
With the final touches finally being added, you finished your sketch of him. Not bad.
You should probably rip it out and keep it somewhere safe. Maybe your bag.
The bell goes off and you watch as everyone scrams to get out of the classroom, including yourself.
But once you get up and tuck in your chair, you trip over a pair of feet, which sends you and the papers in your unzipped bag crashing.
Great. All your papers were scattered everywhere.
Getting on to your knees, you're hastily picking up your notebooks to get up and get in with your day quicker, along with trying to save some embarrassment, when someone behinds you taps you with what felt like a stack of papers.
"You dropped these." A familiar voice called out. Quickly you realized who that voice belonged to.
Itoshi Rin.
"Huh? Oh yeah thanks, sorry." You replied a little too quickly, but normal enough for him not to call you out.
"Tch." Was all he said in response.
Getting all of your papers back took less time than you thought with Rin. If it was just you, it might have taken much longer. You'd scramble to pick them up so you could rush out the door, and later realize that you had left a few important papers, and deal with trying to avoid getting scolded by your teacher.
But this was nice. You had someone helping you, and although you two hardly made conversation in the process, the silence between the two of you was oddly comforting, rather than awkward.
A majority of the papers were picked up by now. You pick up the remaining sheets and stand up, packing them in your bag.
"Thanks again, Rin." You say with a soft smile.
He doesn't say anything, but you can tell he acknowledged your gratitude.
As you were about to leave, you catch a glimpse of an unfolded piece of paper, and it seems like Rin caught sight of it too, judging by how he began leaning towards it to pick it up.
"Oh, I think I forgot that one." You let out breathy chuckle, turning back to him and the paper.
Now, you don't know if it was a curse, bad luck, or simply just you having a brain that processes what they see embarrassingly slow. But when the screws finally clicked, you could only do nothing but watch in horror as you realize that the one paper you missed, was the paper with the drawing of him.
"Wait—Rin!" You call out. But it was too late.
Rin had already picked up and began observing the drawing while he stood up.
A moment of silence passes.
Then another moment.
And another.
Please say something. Stop staring at the drawing and say something.
"Um...Rin..?" You finally break the silence.
But Rin doesn't respond. Not after a full minute.
"Tch. Lukewarm." Was all he said.
But the tips of his ears were red. Too red.
He shoves the paper in your chest and walks out quickly. Because if he stayed any longer, he would be sure that you could hear his heart practically beating your name in morse code.
He rushes off to the bathroom, where he splashes his face with cold water, but it doesn't help. Whenever he thinks of your drawing, his face goes red again.
How annoying.
Out of all things you could have done, why draw him? Why make him come to the realization that someone like you took the time to observe his appearance to keep on a piece of paper.
It drove him crazy
And drove him to wrap himself around your finger without even realizing it.
A/N: Hii I'm posting rhis half asleep with my phone at 5 percent so forgive me if this appears rushed bc it is 💔
Itoshi Sae x reader ── .✦ arguments, comfort, not proof read
Itoshi Sae, who watches you storm out of the house late at night without a jacket after a heated argument.
Itoshi Sae, who brushes it off at first. Thinking "They'll come back. They're being dramatic."
Itoshi Sae, who genuinely begins to worry when the seconds turn into minutes, and begins to panic once the minutes turn into hours.
Itoshi Sae, who finally can't take it anymore, and grabs his keys and jacket to go search for you. With horrible things running through his mind, such as "it's freezing out and they're alone outside without a jacket." Or "What if they were attacked by someone?", he begins to forget completely about the heated argument between the two of you and now just has his mind set on making sure you're safe in his arms again.
Itoshi Sae, who finds you on a bench, curling in on yourself in hopes that you'll warm yourself up at least a little bit. He runs to you immediately, taking off his coat and putting it over you, as he carefully puts his hand on your shoulder and shakes you gently so he won't startle you when he catches your attention.
Itoshi Sae, who finally manages to get you home, making tea for you, and warming you up with multiple blankets and cuddles.
Itoshi Sae, who finds himself apologizing for what went on during the argument, and promises that he'll make it up to you one way or another. He doesn't ever want this situation to ever occur again, because he never knows if it'll end up being his last interaction with you.
A/N: Hi chat I'm posting this at 1 AM hopefully I don't regret it trust ❤️🩹
I'm terrified of the thought of writing a fic that I came up with but then realize that someone else infact thought of that and posted about it before me and so everyone would think I'm an unoriginal copycat.
"I don't wanna live in a world where you don't exist"
"What?"
Your boyfriend shoots up from the bed to look up at you.
"Are you implying something? Am I gonna die?" He questions, clearly confused.
"What? No, of course not. I think. Or hope."
"What do you mean I hope??"
"Hey, I can't read the future! I can't guarantee that you're gonna live forever!" You shoot back, laughter erupting mid sentence.
Your boyfriend sighs, and lies back down. Sinking into the bed, and feeling your warmth, he begins once more.
"Where did that even come from?"
This time, you remain silent.
"(Name)."
You take a deep breath, wondering what you could possibly say after such an out of pocket comment.
"Uhmm....I'm not sure. It just slipped out of me."
"So it was just your body that didn't cooperate. It was still inside you. Tell me"
You groan "So pushy."
"(Name)."
"It came out of me. I've been thinking, that if you weren't here, I wouldn't feel this type of comfort. So in the case that you disappeared, I don't know what I'd do. I don't think I'd get over it."
If he wasn't intrigued before, he certainly is now.
It's silent for a moment. You begin to think to yourself, thinking along the lines of "Why did I say that in the first place?? It's such an odd thought, why would anyone want to heat such a thin-"
"I'm not leaving."
You lose your trail of thought immediately. You blink once. Then twice. Then that familiar warmth in your chest kicks in. Your gaze goes to his eyes, to listen to what he has to say head on, as he doesn't quite seem to be done talking, despite how he made a full statement.
"If I die, I'm haunting you. If we get separated physically, then I'm always having a piece of you with me. No matter if it's a bracelet or a rock you gave me for no reason. I won't leave."
He found the most important thing in life. You're a part of him now. Losing you means losing a piece of himself.
"I might as well marry you already."
You grin. A grin so wide and so genuine. Who knew you were so lucky to have someone like him?
"I wanna stay like this forever."
"Me too." He mumbles, arms wrapping around you tighter and pulling you in closer, as he plants soft pecks on to the top of your head, drifting slowly to sleep along side you.
You don't wanna live in a world where he doesn't exist, huh?
Well good thing you don't have to.
OSAMU MIYA, Suguru Geto, Yatora Yaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, KEIJI AKAASHI, TETSURŌ KUROO, Kôshi Sugawara, Hawks (Takami Keigo), Tamaki Suoh, Nishinoya Yuu, Rintarō Suna, Daichi Sawamura, Toji Fushiguro, + Any of your other favs !!
Tetsurō Kuroo, who gets taken aback when tears begin to stream down your face during a heated argument.
Tetsurō Kuroo, who immediately stops to console you, shushing you quietly and mumbling apologies and other things to try and make you feel atleast a little bit better
"Shh, I got you, I didn't mean it."
Tetsurō Kuroo, who's anger and frustration is completely wiped away by now, replaced by guilt and concern, as he was the reason for your tears.
Tetsurō Kuroo, who will now stay with you until your tears dry up and you feel a bit better, not listening to your blabbering on how you're supposedly fine on your own. He feels responsible, so he'll be taking care of you. No questions asked.
A/N: First time writing in a really long time 😭 I forgot I had tumblr and I just realized I said that before disappearing again so I'm sorry for that haha!
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My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began.
I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.
Then the war came.
And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home.
25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.
We were displaced twice after that.
Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter.
There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.
But she came into the world quietly and beautifully.
And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks:
life that still wanted to grow.
Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.
We don’t know what comes next.
There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.
🧡 How You Can Help
This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival.
To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
If you can spare anything, it will help us:
Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal
Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none
My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account.
Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza.
The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.
🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me
I want to share more than my need.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war.
They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.
They may not be perfect, but they hold something real:
my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you.
If you can give — thank you.
And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.
My name is Mosab, and I’m writing this with honesty and humility.
I live in Gaza, where war has taken nearly everything from me — my home, my safety, and 25 members of my family, including my beloved mother, siblings, and their children. I’ve been displaced multiple times. Every day here is a struggle to survive.
In the face of this, I turned to the internet — not because I wanted to beg, but because I truly had no other way.
🧭 What Happened
A few months ago, a friend helped me create a GoFundMe campaign:
🔗 https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-saving-whos-left-of-my-family
Unfortunately, I could not continue working with the person who set it up. As a result, it was closed — and I had to start over again, this time on Chuffed, where I could manage everything myself.
I am the same person behind both campaigns — same story, same face, same truth. I only changed platforms to regain control and transparency.
💔 Why I Created Multiple Campaigns
I didn’t just make one campaign. I also helped create campaigns for my loved ones:
My wife Nadin, who’s caring for our 11-month-old daughter in these terrible conditions
My brother Abedmajed, and his wife Saja
My nephew Naser lost his mother (my sister) and his sister in a missile strike that hit our family home. That same strike also killed:
My mother
My other sister
My older brother, his wife and their daughters - all gone
My uncle, his wife, their sons, and grandchildren — all erased as well
That home was the heart of our family. And in one moment, it was gone — along with so many people I loved.
Naser, still a teenager, now takes care of his three younger brothers alone. His life — like mine — was shattered in an instant.
We are all in Gaza. We are all real. And we are all trying to rise, together.
⚠️ My Mistake
At the beginning, I made a big mistake.
I was so desperate to get our stories seen that I created multiple Tumblr accounts to send messages and reach more people. I didn’t understand that this would upset users or lead to the campaigns being flagged as spam.
I see now how that felt for others. And I am deeply sorry.
I never meant to deceive or annoy anyone. I was simply trying to survive — and to help my family survive. But I know now that good intentions don’t excuse bad methods.
🔁 What I’m Doing Now
I’ve spoken directly with Chuffed.
I’ve closed all old campaigns.
I’m keeping this account — @mosabsdr — moving forward.
I will be creating new, respectful, honest campaigns for myself and my loved ones.
I will reach out to GazaVetters again to explain and hopefully clear any misunderstandings.
🌱 Moving Forward
From this point on, everything I share will come from the heart — no pressure, no spamming, no noise. Just our truth, told with honesty and dignity.
If you’ve followed me, donated, or shared anything in the past: thank you from the bottom of my heart.
If you were hurt or bothered by how I reached out before — I truly understand. I hope you can see that I’m learning, and trying to do better.
This war has destroyed so much — but we are still here, and we are still rising.
My name is Mosab Elderawi.I live in Gaza. And I’m trying to start again after losing more than I ever thought possible.
If you wish to stay with us on this journey, I welcome you with deep gratitude.
If not, I still thank you for reading and giving me your time.
"The sky looks really pretty tonight." Your boyfriend said, turning to you. "But not as pretty as you~"
You let out a light chuckle, blushing before hitting him with your elbow. "Shut up, we both know that isn't true."
"Oh, but it is, sweetheart. You're prettier than all of the stars in the sky."
Cheesy fuck.
Although it's normal for him to flirt with you like this, something about his behaviour this night felt off. He seemed almost....nervous?
Looking at it now, something was clearly up. He was fixing his hair every five minutes, fiddling with his fingers whenever he was listening to you talk, and from time to time he would frantically look for something in his pocket only to let out a relived sigh once he found whatever he was looking for. You would be lying if you said you weren't curious.
Just as you were about to ask if he was alright, your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden view of a field of flowers.
Roses.
"Oh my god-" The view was beautiful. The red and pink sunset was the cherry on top, highlighting the roses into an even more pleasing colour.
"How did you find such a beautiful place?" You questioned, kneeling down to pick out a flower.
"Well, I-"
You didn't let him finish his sentence, as you were already grabbing his arm and dragging him further into the field.
You were excited, racing to a nearby tree you saw. Graves, on the other hand, was trying not to trip for the sake of his own life. It's not his fault his legs weren't built for your fast pace.
Finally reaching the tree, you grab Graves and drag him to the ground, letting a yelp out of him.
"You've done it." He chuckles, hugging tightly and not letting go. You laugh, attempting to push him off of you, but he was too strong. So you bite him. Which surprisingly worked.
"Sweetheart, that hurts!" He laughed in pain.
"Let that be a lesson for you then." You chuckled back, getting off of him.
Graves gets up with a groan, hugging you.
The sky was a beautiful shade of purple now. A few ravens appeared here and there, before disappearing into the shade of the blossom tree.
You both took in the euphoric sight and feeling, until the sun finally set completely. Graves stood up and lended you a hand, in which you happily accepted.
"So, what made you bring me here today?" You questioned, getting up.
This seemed to get a reaction our of your boyfriend, because now he was stuttering over his own words. "Well, I uh- I just thought that maybe- uh..."
He stopped and groaned, before taking a deep breath. "Because today's a special day."
Special day? For what exactly??
And that's when it hit you.
Because now, Graves was infront of you on one knee, opening a small, black box with a shiny dimond ring in it.
"[Name], will you marry me?"
This was almost too much to take in. Your boyfriend took the time to find a ring, and find such a beautiful place to take you out?
You loved him, you really did. More than anything in this entire world. So it's safe to say, you are ready to lock your love together and make it official.
"Yes, yes I will!" You exclaimed, hugging him tightly, crying tears of joy quietly into his shoulder.
"I love you." Graves whispered quietly.
Love is a silly thing, it's not everyday that a special person walks into your life and stays. Finding someone like Phillip made you feel like the luckiest person in this world. You were ready to look into the future with him, live your life with him, and grow old with him.
