Yes it’s a real service. I do volunteer work for a rape crisis support service in my city and texting is one of the features we provide as well. But just to boost its credibility, I tried it myself:
In Canada the main text line is 45645, and more number and hotlines, such as province specific lines or the Kids Help phone are available here: https://www.crisisservicescanada.ca/en/text-us/
summary: a fateful day falls upon you and your boyfriend, making it difficult for your boyfriend to cope by himself
"Hajime," she uttered softly, resting her head on his shoulder. The aforementioned male had only hummed in response, showing he was listening. "Do you love me?"
"Yes, of course. Why?"
"Why love me when you know that I--"
"I love you, (Y/N). And I always will. Never forget that," the dark-haired male told her quietly, yet sternly, cutting her question off since he didn't want to be reminded.
"... But, you're only going to get hurt in the end."
"I might as well love you while I can, then."
"Why do you do this to me, Hajime?" she muttered, edging away from her boyfriend and turning away from him.
"What are you talking about?"
"Even though I'm not the one going to be hurt, pain fills my heart and I feel sick at the thought of leaving you."
"You're not leaving me," he whispered, taking her chin in a gentle grip. Once they were facing each other, he realised the tears brimming her eyes. Brushing her tears away, Iwaizumi spoke up, "Please, don't cry. That only makes it worse... I want every memory of you to be happy. I only want to remember your smile and your laugh - all the joyful moments."
(Y/N) leaned into his touch when he had cupped her face with a single hand. A smile graced her lips as more tears pricked her eyes.
"I love you so much."
"I love you, too." He pecked her lips. "... You should get some rest now."
"Will you stay here with me?"
"Where else will I go?"
"Can I hold your hand as we sleep?"
"I'm never going to let go."
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"I'll always be by your side."
~*~
"I broke my promise, (Y/N)," Iwaizumi mumbled as he kneeled in front of (Y/N)'s tombstone.
That day had occurred a couple of weeks ago, in a hospital.
Seven years ago, she was diagnosed with a terminal illness. It was slow, painfully slow. However, recently, her condition had suddenly worsened, so she had to stay in the hospital. First, it was a week. Then, they said two more weeks. Her days were quickly coming to an end, so Iwaizumi had spent any day he could with her, creating memories that wouldn't make him feel empty when she goes.
He had known about it before catching feelings, before forming a relationship, before loving her. He knew it would only bring him anguish, yet he only wanted to love her. He knew she would eventually leave him, and it would be soon. He knew he should have loved her more, cherished her more, kissed her more, told her that he loves her more. Well, he did love, cherish, kiss, and tell her that he loves her. He did every chance he got. Even if it was random. Even if they were having a quiet moment. Even if it was while she was asleep... Even if she was dead.
That day, when he had promised that he would be there when she wakes up, was the day everything fell apart. When everything seemed like a blur. When Iwaizumi was sure that everything was just a nightmare he would wake up from.
But, he knew this fateful day would arrive eventually.
It was still a shock.
He had only gone to get both of them breakfast. He had only been gone for five minutes.
He wasn't able to spend time with her in her last moments. When he had gotten back to the room, the doctors had declared it happened in her sleep. Exactly one minute after he left. That meant the minute he let go of her hand, she was dead.
He shouldn't have fucking let go. He should have waited for her to wake up. See her smile at least one more time. Hear her greeting him one more time. Feel her warm lips one more time.
Weeping family members crowded the hospital room as he stood outside, feeling guilty as if he was the one that killed her. And he honestly felt like that because of the fact that she died the minute he let go.
Iwaizumi wasn't able to attend her funeral. He couldn't stand there among the mourning family and friends. Oikawa - his best friend and soon came to be a close friend of (Y/N)'s - had tried to take him and tell him not to be afraid to cry. Though, even if he tried to cry, no tears would fall. He was basically a vegetable, not able to do anything, not able to feel anything. He would just mope around in his gloomy room, clutching the necklace he gave his girlfriend as an anniversary present.
He felt so empty. So broken. What could he do? She was gone. He had nothing to do now. He doubts he will find someone else to love like he loved (Y/N). Someone with her beautiful smile. Her glistening orbs. Her melodic voice and laugh. Her cheery personality, even though she knew the rest of her days were finite.
He'll never be able to find someone like her.
They were both only twenty-one. She shouldn't have died at such a young age. He shouldn't have to be this heartbroken and hollow at such a young age.
For three years they loved each other. Iwaizumi wished that he could have loved her for longer. Though, three years was still a great amount of time, considering (Y/N)'s condition. It was probably the best three years of his life. Even though he valued his friends, family, volleyball, none of those could make him as happy as he was when he was with her. He honestly wanted to marry her, and he did ask about her thoughts on marriage. But she refused to say anything since it would only damage him more. Under different circumstances, she would say yes before he could even say the word.
Now, here he was, bowing before her. It was the first time he visited her grave, yet, tears still didn't make an appearance. Was he really that broken? Was he truly that empty that he had no fluid to spare?
"I'm sorry... It's my fault you're dead," he murmured, gazing up at the dull sky as light raindrops kissed his skin. "You would probably scold me for blaming myself, but I can't stop feeling guilty." He paused, closing his eyes but kept his head tilted up to face the sky. "... I'm just happy that you've finally found peace. You don't need to suffer or live in pain anymore. And since I know you would want me to be free from pain and suffering, I'm going to try. Just for you... I love you. I love you so much."
He tried to block out the rain pattering around him, the wind caressing his face and bare arms, the sound of traffic blaring in the distance, the rustle of trees whispering in his ear. All of the worldly noises - he hindered them from reaching his ears. And when he succeeded, he could almost hear her voice - so soft and beautiful - utter the same words back to him.
Pat.
Pat.
Pat.
Beads of salty moisture fell onto his trousers.
For some reason, it made him feel at peace. Being able to cry made him feel more human, and it made him realise that he still had his emotions.
Slowly, he'll build himself back up. He'll live contentedly without any agony. He'll make sure to smile.
Just for her.
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I just wanna share something that has been happening recently in my country that just warms my heart.
So in the Philippines, the national government has been handling the pandemic horribly. Contact tracing is decentralized, implementation of travel restrictions were delayed (which could’ve helped curb the spread earlier), absurd restrictions have been imposed (which gave way for police to abuse their power against quarantine violators, who were usually out for essentials) –all the while killing activists, spreading disinformation and implementing a law that targets critics of the administration and our freedom of speech. (and also putting ₱389-million pesos worth of dolomite sand on Manila Bay in the middle of the pandemic which could’ve been used to feed millions). Oh and as of writing, we are tallying up to 9,000-10,000 cases daily.
That being said, millions of low-income households around the country are struggling to put food on the table. Government payouts per household (which goes as far as ₱1,000- 8,000 pesos/$20-160 depending on your wages) are not enough to sustain months of lockdown and no income.
Tired of witnessing inaction, a local woman named Patreng Non made a makeshift pantry right outside her community in Quezon and named it the “Maginhawa Community Pantry”. The rule was simple. It simply wrote “Magbigay ayon sa kakayahan, kumuha batay sa pangangailangan.”
(translation: “From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs”)
The pantry gained traction, and after that, donations started pouring in from local farmers, fishermen and other regular folks
First Photo: Patreng Non refilling the community pantry
Second Photo: Local fishermen about to donate 50 kilos surplus of fish
Third Photo: Cardboard saying: “Free sweet potatoes from the farmers of Paniqui, Tarlac”
Fourth Photo: Tricycle drivers helping repack donations received
Fifth Photo: Current pantry with signages designed by local students
There was no panic, no hoarding, and people only took what they needed and left. Soon enough, community pantries started to pop up in different provinces.
This pantry and the nurturing community behind it has done more for the community in a week than what the government has done for the Filipino people in months.
Patreng Non has also set up a Paypal if you want to donate to the community pantry!
UPDATE:
Patreng Non is being red tagged as an NPA member which equates to being a terrorist under the new anti-terror law. The Maginhawa Community Pantry is currently on halt because of this issue. Please help and report any social media accounts the spreads false accusations.
Please continue spreading + supporting this. Even a dollar can go a long way! ($1= ₱50 )
People who started these initiatives in their own communities are currently being profiled/red-tagged (called communists for apparently helping people out??) online by the police whilst being heavily surveilled on site because it blatantly shows the government’s ineptitude in handling the crisis.
NOTES: reblogs are super helpful, so if you enjoyed it pls reblog or I’ll cry <3
━━ IWAIZUMI ; he gives you a quizzical look, but the ghost of a smile is spread across his face. you can see him move to hide his face into his shoulder, adoration in his eyes as he looks at you. and he hums whenever you let go of his hand. then you’re being pulled into his chest, him leaving a kiss on your shoulder. you could have sworn you heard him mumble “I love you.”
━━ SUNA ; “enjoying yourself, baby?” he asks, teasing look in his eyes and a matching tone lacing his words. but he’s smiling and trying to hide the blush on his face. he huffs dramatically whenever you put his hand down, but he grabs your hand in return and presses his lips to your knuckles, then looks up to you and gives a playful smile.
━━ BOKUTO ; it kind of takes him by surprise, holding his breath and eyes going wide for a moment. it was like you could see his heart beating out of his chest. his face softens and then he smiles, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world — and he knew you weren’t, but to him you’re the only thing in the world that matters.
━━ TENDOU ; he smiles, something like a laugh leaving him. his head tilts to the side and he raises one eyebrow, but his eyes look amused rather than confused. he moves his hand so his thumb can iver your check, then move to hold your face. “I love you, pretty baby,” his tone is teasing and playful, but there’s also a level of sincerity to it that makes your heart flutter.
━━ KAGEYAMA ; it takes him by surprise. he knows that he’s easy to fluster, you know that too, but he looks like his heart just stopped in his chest. or maybe it was beating out of his chest, he couldn’t really tell. he gives you a weak smile, and you think that’s all you’ll get from him. but the second your lips leave his hand, he’s pulling you close to him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
[for ppl that don’t know, icks are like cringey things someone does that gives you secondhand embarrassment. so cw: idk just general cringe things boys do cuz ya know…. ew. ] i had too many ideas so i went a lil overboard hehe, idk if anyone’s done this before but these r all my own personal icks i’ve seen or used to get over people LMFAO
KARASUNO
DAICHI ➝ will get food stuck in his teeth and will try to fish it out with his tongue, and if it doesn’t work, will use his fingers. STRAIGHT UP sticking them in his mouth at the dinner table like bruh uhm…
SUGA ➝ clicks his pens very aggressively and won’t stop even after someone asks him politely. in fact, will click it SLOWER if someone mentions it.
ASAHI ➝ claps when he’s on a plane and it lands like jshdhkfd please don’t do that sir thank you
NOYA ➝ always complains about his height to people in the hopes that they’ll be like “omg you’re not even that short what do you mean?” when he says “ughhh i’m like soooo short for my age lol” but it just annoys everyone tbh
TANAKA ➝ overshares on social media. will post a selfie on the toilet or something and be like “this shit hittin asf!!!!! 💯😰🔥”
summary. all is fine with your no strings attached relationship with kuroo until you’re assigned an art project that circulates around lessons of love, which was also fine at first, that is, until everything comes crashing down and you realize through conflicted feelings and fiery embers, that love comes in many more ways than one. especially when one aspect of love comes in the form of your fuckbuddy, kuroo tetsurou.
alternatively, two emotionally constipated fools in a long ass journey to falling in love.
pairing. kuroo tetsurou x female reader
word count. 17.7k (my fingers slipped!)
genres and warnings. fluff, angst, comedy, friends with benefits au, mutual pining, fratboy au, art major au, , slow burn, college au, very suggestive, swearing bc i have no filter lol
note. keeping it short bc im so sleepy. thank you to @kutokawa and @wushrooms aka my bbys, for giving me so much support to finish this fic. ily. anyways!! i really hope you guys like this fic :(((
What is love?
It’s a recurring question people ask throughout the years. And let’s be real, everytime someone asks that question, you always have a different answer. As well, if you ask others, they too will have different answers.
Take the people around you for example.
For your little brother, if you ask him what does love mean, he’ll probably say love means being happy. Or love means seeing your mom or dad happy. For him, love means getting to hug his parents at the end of the day, watching dad look at mom like she’s his entire world, seeing old wedding pictures before he was born or simply, love can also mean getting that new toy he’s always wanted.
For your parents, love means home. It’s the moment you and your brother entered their lives and the day they come home after the hospital. Love for them means the moment they open the front door, knowing that there is an actual home to come to. It’s of messy kitchens, game nights, a small massage from your brother and watching television together. For them, love means family.
Yet, that’s only one aspect of love they touch upon. The way your family perceives it is only one branch of a whole testimony, it’s the one filled with blissful days because you have someone to share it with, and there are many more variations of the meaning of love than just that.
And you know that because of Kuroo Tetsurou.
Because to him, love means vulnerability. To him, it means knowing someone beyond their surface and understanding every inch of them physically and emotionally. It’s to give someone their entire heart on a platter knowing that they can one day break it, but trusting that neither one would break the other’s. His type of love isn’t necessarily happy, but it’s gentle. It feels secure.
there are various definitions for the complexity that is love and all go to various extents! you have familial love, romantic love, platonic love, it’s all so different.
but the most complicated of those is probably romantic love.
there are so many adjectives to describe romantic love and they don’t even have to be synonymous of each other. but out of all the words to describe love, you never believed osamu could think yours was boring.
