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no boyfriend no drugs no girlfriend no therapist im rlly raw dogging life here
Israel returned to war again. The bombing is everywhere. We are being exterminated here and the whole world is silent.
In a moment, 400 people were killed, most of them children and women.
There is no food, no drink, and no way out of this hell.
We are dying before your eyes please, donāt leave us alone! Save us, do something protest, donate, participate.
I donāt want to die! Please support me with any amount that will promise me to buy food, drink, medicine and survive me and my family
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Get to know Hashem's family
My name is Hashem from Gaza. I am 32 years old and my wife, Samar, is 27 years old. We have a child born in the eighth month of pregnancy. His mother was premature because of my wife's fear of war. My large family consists of 8 members: my father, mother, four male brothers and 2 females. My father died in the war due to a lack of medicine in hospitals as a result of the fierce war on Gaza.
My story began when we were displaced from our home in northern Gaza in mid-October 2023 after a letter threatening eviction, and then the house was targeted and destroyed. Between this Exodus and the current fifth Exodus there are many stories and sufferings.
We now live in plastic tents, which are thermal ovens, which are not suitable for living and do not provide the minimum necessities of life, in addition to the spread of epidemics and diseases, which puts our lives in danger.
Through this campaign, we are trying to collect enough money to meet our needs and get us out of the Gaza Strip safely. We ask you to stand by us and protect us from this severe danger.
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what they look for in a partner ; inarizaki ver. āĖąæ
atsumu ; looks for someone confident. atsumu has a little bit of an ego, and probably would not be compatible with someone who is the opposite. needs someone who wont shrink under his teasing and accidental harsh words, and isnt afraid to take up space. someone who can stand beside him rather than behind him.
osamu ; looks for someone steady. he doesnt want drama, doesnāt need someone who turns every small issue into a storm. if he did, he would just go to his brotherās room. someone who enjoys the quiet moments, who doesnāt mind just existing beside him without the need for constant excitement. also could not be with someone who thinks food is an enemy/has a bad relationship with food.
kita ; looks for someone reliable.Ā he doesnāt ask for much, just someone who keeps their word, who means what they say and follows through. most probably would not be with someone vastly different from him, and is more attracted to people who are more mature and responsible. they can have their bouts of immaturity, but if theyāre not acting their age 9 times out of 10, theyāre gone. probably also could not be with someone materialistic, someone who is inflexible and rigid.
aran ; looks for someone supportive. after kita, he takes care of everyone else on the team, so he needs someone who remembers to take care of him. someone who sees the effort he puts into everything and reminds him that he doesnāt have to carry it all alone.
suna ; looks for someone easygoing. would not be compatible with someone who is chronically offline, unless they have some charm that cancels that out. cant stand unnecessary stress, but needs someone that is as much of a chismosa as he is. should be able to put up with his habit of sending 200 reels a day and never responding to any of yours.
ginjima ; looks for someone passionate. admires people who care deeply about something, even if its a little ridiculous. someone who puts their whole heart into things, who doesnāt half-ass their dreams or their feelings.
akagi ; looks for someone fun. someone who laughs easily and doesnāt take things too seriously. someone who can match his energy, who doesnāt mind being a little ridiculous just for the sake of it.Ā
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ahmad from Gaza. I am 26 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to preserve his family. šµšøšš
We try to live under miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, doubts, and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it's not just hunger, disease and fear; Rather, it means actual death.
With a heart weighed down by sorrow, I reach out to you, hoping that kindness and humanity still shine in this world. My family and I have lost everythingāthe home that once sheltered us, the walls that echoed with laughter, the warmth and security that every human deserves. The relentless attacks on Gaza have turned our lives into a daily fight for survival. What was once a place of comfort and love is now nothing but rubble, and we are left with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a fragile tent that barely stands against the bitter cold.
Now, our days and nights are consumed by hardship. The icy wind pierces through the thin fabric of our tent, leaving us shivering, with no escape from the freezing temperatures. Food is scarce, clean water is hard to find, and the most basic necessities have become luxuries beyond our reach. Every day, we struggleānot just to live, but to preserve the dignity that war tries to strip away.
Amid this suffering, a new life was brought into the worldāmy brotherās daughter, an innocent soul who took her first breath in a tent instead of a warm home, her tiny body wrapped in whatever scraps of fabric we could find. She was born not into joy, but into loss, into hunger, into the unforgiving reality of war. And as we watch her, so fragile and pure, our hearts break knowing that we cannot give her the comfort and security she deserves and we cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for herššššššš
I do not ask for muchājust a little help to keep us going through these unimaginable times. A warm blanket to protect us from the cold, food to fill our empty stomachs, or even simply sharing our story so that others may hear our cries for help. Every small act of kindness can make a difference. šššµšøš
Your generosity has the power to bring warmth to our freezing nights, hope to our despair, and life to those struggling to survive. May the kindness you extend be returned to you a hundredfold.
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Help my family survive and start a new life
Hello everyone, thank you for taking a moment to read our story.
I am Hazem Shawish, and I am trying to save my family from this war.
We live in Gaza, where we face significant challenges due to the current situation.
My family consists of 11 members, including my mother, two daughters, four sons, and three children.
In the shadow of conflict, our family has faced unimaginable hardships. The passing of my father, a victim to the cruel grasp of hunger and inadequate healthcare, left a void in our lives, underscoring the fragility of our existence here. My brother, Samer, battles bipolar disorder, a condition exacerbated by the ongoing war and the severe shortage of essential medications. Without access to the necessary treatment, his life is at risk, and we live in constant fear for his well-being amidst the chaos that surrounds us. These personal tragedies have deepened the urgency of our situation.
Every day is a struggle for survival, and each night is filled with prayers for a brighter tomorrow. We hold onto hope, believing that one day the clouds will dissipate, and we will find the peace we long for.
Our home, which was a sanctuary for us, was destroyed, forcing us to live in a state of uncertainty and fear. We have lost the laughter of our children.
Our entire neighborhood In Gaza Before and after
we had a supermarket that helped as to live and earn money, but it was bombed and we have nothing now, pic of our supermarket
We also face psychological challenges, as we have lost our father, and my brother Samer, who needs expensive medical treatment, is facing imminent danger. My mother, who has endured so much, fears losing another child. We are all suffering from malnutrition and contaminated water.
We dream of moving to Egypt to find safety, where our children can pursue their education.
We seek your support as individuals who understand the value of compassion and community.
Thank you for listening to our story, for your understanding, and for standing with us.
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Have you lost a family member and felt the pain of regret and loss?! š
I hope you don't; for me this is our reality. Every day we lose someone we love šš
Last year I lost my uncle and his entire family in a missile attack on his displacement site in Rafah, and Al Jazeera YouTube reported.
Today, I am in pain as I miss the dearest to my heart, my father, who suffered from a stroke that caused him quadriplegia. He could not cope with the catastrophic life as we lived in a tent that was like a grave. His weak body was exposed to malnutrition as a result of not providing the necessary food for his condition, and the severe cold caused him to have a heart attack that led to his immediate death.
I wake up terrified every night. I check on my family, whom I fear will die of cold š„¶š°
And it was not limited to this, but our tent that shelters my family, children, and my brother Samer, who suffers from a chronic illness, was flooded and swept away under the dirt as a result of the heavy rains. Our tent has become worn out and does not protect us from the winds and rain āļøāŗ
Please save What's left of us, share with us, and if you can, a donation can save an entire family from death ā£ļøš
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Imagine a tent measuring 4 x 4 and 11 people live in it.
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isagi yoichi & itoshi rin ( as per @newinhalerpls request )
āø» in which i'll be rating their love language on a scale of 1-10 based on my understanding of their personality + include the type of person they'd be compatible with.
āø» [ part i. itoshi sae & nagi seishirou ]
ISAGI YOICHI
ACTS OF SERVICE: 9/10. Out of everyone in Blue Lock, he's the only one (or one of the very few) characters with a decent mental health and thus, have a secure attachment styleāat least, based on my observation. He seems like a genuinely nice person so he strikes me as someone who'd be really helpful towards their significant other even when it's unprompted. You don't have to tell him if you need help with something because he's probably on it already.
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: 9/10. Although this guy has such a dirty mouth when playing soccer, off the field, he's actually pretty nice. He even comforts his rivals and isn't really afraid to say when he feels really grateful. You could be doing something as simple as picking up something he dropped and he'd probably give you a small smile with a grateful look on his face as if you handed him the worldāthat is, when you're his significant other.
Exhibit A: when he thanked Rin for the assist when he scored the last point in the U20 match. Technically, considering their relationship and the nature of Blue Lock, he wasn't obligated to thank him, but he personally felt the need to express it.
PHYSICAL TOUCH: 7/10. He's probably not the type to initiate it, but he's definitely not against it especially if it's his significant other. At first, he'd probably be all awkward and unsure since no one really showed romantic interest in him (according to the Egoist Bible as he hasn't received chocolates on valentines), but he eases into it pretty fast. You just have to be the one initiate all the time. Also, I feel like he doesn't want to feel like he's intruding your personal space which is why he holds back.
QUALITY TIME: 7/10. He strikes me as an independent person, but not the type to isolate himself or retreat into a little shell. He'd probably be the type to think that when you're in a relationship, there are sets of "obligations" he wants to fulfill as a significant other such as remembering significant dates, spending quality time by going out or even just staying in, etc.
GIFT GIVING: 8/10. He gives gifts when there is a special occasion like christmas or your birthday or whatnot, but he probably thinks that he's not all too great at picking out what gifts to give. I feel like he's the type to get you things that you once mentioned you wanted at one point in the past. Like if you say that you wanted a watch about three months ago, that's probably the gift he's going to give you for the next special occasion.
COMPATIBLE WITH: honestly, he looks like he can get along with anyone so long as you're both able to treat each other with respect. It doesn't matter whether you're outgoing or more introverted, or love to explore or stay indoors. I think that with this guy, what matters more is having equal respect for each other.
ITOSHI RIN
ACTS OF SERVICE: 6/10. He's a pretty angsty and irritable teenager on the exterior, but if he warms up to you, I'm sure that he's always helping you, though it's more for his sake than yours. He seems like the type to feel a bit annoyed when something's out of place, so if he sees that your bag's about to fall off your shoulder, he's immediately grabbing it and putting it back in place.
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: 3/10. Not the best at words (he probably got that from his brother). He's not going to comfort you with words or reassurance if you're feeling down, but I think he has the decency to at least stay quiet and listen if ever you're sharing your feelings; it's just that he's not really sure what to say. The best reassurance he can give is by objectively telling you how a situation could likely play out.
PHYSICAL TOUCH: 2/10. Sorry, but he doesn't look like the touchy-feely type. The best he can probably give is a pat on the shoulder that might feel a bit heavy with how he works out a lot. It would be up to you to initiate stuff like hand-holding or hugging, but I'm quite sure that that will take a very long while for him to warm up to.
QUALITY TIME: 7/10. I feel like this is the best love language for him. I feel like he's the type to prefer hanging out in peace and quiet, doing mundane things if he isn't vigorously training. The best hangout would probably be something like watching a scary movie together or chilling on the couch playing scrabble or whatever. Still, I think he'd want hangouts to not be so frequent as he gets pretty tired from social interaction.
GIFT GIVING: 5/10. He knows that couples usually give gifts to each other, but he doesn't really see the point in doing that unless the object he's going to give is something necessary. Basically, he doesn't like giving useless shit that will wither and die in a few days. So, he probably wouldn't randomly buy you romantic stuff like flowers or give you letters, but he'd definitely give you something useful like a pouch, or a table organizer, or a watch if you don't have one.
COMPATIBLE WITH: someone who is empathetic, but also able to set boundaries. I feel like he spent a lot of his time brewing negative feelings due to the disagreement between him and his brother and their lack of communication, which is why someone who is empathetic and isn't afraid to articulate their own feelings is suitable for him. He needs someone to learn from as he doesn't even know how to healthily process and assess his own emotions. But still, they should also be able to set boundaries and know how to stand up for themselves because he tends to be pretty harsh with his words.
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Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family
ššš I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances
15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day š Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war lifeā¦ pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep š
I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check I my blog I and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?
Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war
ššš We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family šš» Please, Support us with 10$, 25$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated šš»
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ok so anyways I was making this when doing research for a fanfic but
kaiser and ness represent the worst parts of isagi and bachira
ness and bachira - hopeless devotion and loyalty because of even the smallest bit of affection, lonely due to believing something that wasnāt real
kaiser and isagi - manipulative and shrewd, talented learners, willing to do anything to achieve their own goals, often cruel
biggest different though?
I HATE KAINESS but I love Bachisagi
hey girl....imma...imma need u to write ab the whole... bicep crushing thing w Isagi cuz.. now u got me thinking ššš©
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one look at your boyfriend and you only have one thought: #needthat.Ā
isagi stood by the kitchen counter, leaning against it lazily with one hand holding his phone, the other casually gripping a glass of water. his thumb scrolled absentmindedly, but your eyes? glued to the way his bicep flexed subtly each time he lifted the glass. the veins along his forearm shifted with every movement, stretching across his skin like delicate, winding rivers taunting you.Ā
you were supposed to be doing something productive. anything, really. but instead, you sat at the table, chin in your hand, fully mesmerized by the spectacle that was isagi existing.Ā
āyou good?ā his voice snapped you out of your blatant gawking, and you realized youād been staring for way too long. his brow arched slightly, though there was a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. he knew. and oh how much it boosted his ego.Ā
āhm? yeah, justā¦ thinking,ā you lied through your teeth.Ā
but then he did it. the absolute audacity. he set the glass down and stretched. arms raised above his head, shirt lifting just enough to reveal a sliver of toned abs, but that wasnāt even the problem. the problem was the way his biceps peaked, perfectly rounded and taut, as he locked his fingers together, letting out a small sigh.Ā
and you? done for.Ā
āyouāre still staring,ā he pointed out, lowering his arms, but instead of dropping them to his sides, he bent one and flexed slightly, pretending to stretch his shoulder. oh, he was absolutely messing with you now.Ā
you scoffed dramatically, feigning annoyance. ādonāt flatter yourself.āĀ
but isagi, being the menace he was, smirked wider. āflatter myself?ā he mused, flexing again, just subtly, enough for you to notice. ānah, youāre the one doing all the flattering with your eyes.āĀ
your face felt hot. and it only got worse when he casually walked over and placed his hands on either side of your chair, leaning down slightly. the proximity gave you a front-row seat to the definition in his arms, the way his triceps curved beneath his skin, the warmth radiating off him.Ā
āwanna feel?ā his voice was low, teasing, but it made your breath catch.Ā
you blinked, caught between playing it cool and completely folding. spoiler alert: you folded. instantly. without another word, you reached out, brushing your fingers along the firm muscle. warm, smooth skin stretched over pure strength. you squeezed lightly, your hand barely able to fit around his bicep.Ā
ājeez,ā you muttered under your breath. āthese things should be illegal.āĀ
isagi chuckled, and you could feel the vibration of his laugh through his arm. āshould they?ā he teased, bringing his face a little closer, his breath fanning over your ear. āyou seemed pretty interested in them a second ago.āĀ
you glared at him, though the effect was ruined by the way you were still clinging to his arm. ādonāt be cocky.āĀ
he leaned in further, lips just grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, ātoo late.ā
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you shouldāve known better. you really shouldāve.Ā
it started innocently enough ā playful, teasing, nothing serious. you were lying on the couch, your legs draped over isagiās lap while he scrolled on his phone, absentmindedly tracing patterns along your shin with his thumb. soft. casual. domestic.Ā
but then your eyes wandered (because how could they not?) to the way his forearm flexed slightly as he adjusted his grip. the shift was subtle, but you caught it ā the faint ridge of muscle, the delicate winding of veins beneath his skin. and just like that, you were done for.Ā
you stared a little too long. and isagi? he noticed.Ā
āyou good?ā he muttered, not looking away from his phone.Ā
you hummed, feigning nonchalance. āmhm, just thinking.āĀ
āabout what?āĀ
you glanced at his arm again. mistake. your fingers twitched slightly against his thigh. the urge was too strong. you reached out before you could stop yourself, lightly squeezing the bulk of his bicep.Ā
and you had the audacity to say, āhuhā¦ not that big.āĀ
his head snapped toward you, eyes narrowing slightly. oh, you were asking for it.Ā
he didnāt say a word, just slowly set his phone down on the coffee table. the shift was deliberate. predatory. when he turned back to you, there was a faint glimmer in his eyes, something dangerous and amused all at once.Ā
āwhat was that?ā he asked, voice low and steady. too steady. if you wanna test him like that, you have to be ready for it.Ā
you blinked at him innocently, playing dumb. āwhat?āĀ
his gaze dipped to where your hand still rested on his bicep. ānot that big, huh?āĀ
before you could offer some snarky retort, he moved. suddenly. swiftly. in one smooth motion, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you beneath him, caging you against the couch with his arms braced on either side of your head.Ā
your breath caught. his face was only inches from yours, but you barely noticed. no, you were far too distracted by the wall of muscle surrounding you. his forearms, thick and unyielding, pressed into the cushion beside your face, framing you completely.Ā
āstill not big enough?ā he muttered, voice low and teasing, but there was a heat behind it that made your stomach tighten.Ā
you couldnāt answer. not when he shifted lower, bringing his chest flush against yours, and wrapped his arms around you.Ā
and then? he squeezed.Ā
slowly. deliberately. his biceps flexing against your back, the solid muscle closing around you like evil. warm, firm, and completely unforgiving.Ā
your breath hitched. āoh my gosh āāĀ
his arms tightened further, just slightly, enough to steal the air from your lungs. you squirmed, but the more you struggled, the harder his hold became. his biceps flexed again, the muscle shifting and pressing against your ribs, making it almost impossible to breathe without feeling him everywhere.Ā
ātoo tight?ā he murmured near your ear, voice dark with mock concern.Ā
you shook your head weakly, your fingers gripping at the unyielding muscle.Ā
āno?ā he taunted softly, his breath warm against your skin. āthen let meā¦ā his arms flexed subtly again, the veins in his forearms pulsing faintly beneath his skin, āhold you a little tighter.āĀ
and he did. slowly and thoroughly.Ā
you could feel the strain of his biceps beneath your palms, the way the muscles coiled, dense and unrelenting, keeping you locked against him. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you tried to get some semblance of leverage, but he was immovable.Ā
his chest pressed against yours, warm and solid, each breath making the cage of his arms press into you further. you let out a soft gasp against his throat, fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt as your body went pliant beneath his strength.Ā
āyoichiā¦ā you barely managed to breathe out, voice muffled against his skin.Ā
his lips brushed your temple, a dark chuckle escaping him. āwhat?āĀ
you squirmed slightly, your breath hitching when his arms flexed again, hard muscle coiling tighter around you. you felt it ā the shift beneath his skin, the sheer force of it. crushing. suffocating. consuming. and yet? you didnāt pull away.Ā
no, instead, you clung to him, fingers tracing along the tense ridges of his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.Ā
ātighter,ā you whispered, half-daring, half-pleading.Ā
he froze slightly against you, his breath catching for just a fraction of a second, before he grinned against your skin.Ā
āyouāre dangerous,ā he muttered softly, but his arms obeyed anyway, flexing harder. pulling you in so snugly against him that your ribs practically caved into his chest, breathless and overwhelmed.Ā
and still? you didnāt tell him to stop.Ā
his lips brushed along your throat, teeth grazing gently against your skin. slow. deliberate.Ā
and then? he stilled. just for a second.Ā
his arms were still snug around you, keeping you completely captive, but he shifted back slightly, just enough to look at you. really look at you.Ā
your eyes met his, wide and slightly dazed, chest heaving faintly from the lack of air, but still, you didnāt pull away. you just stared up at him, your fingers still trembling slightly against the bulk of his arms.Ā
āyou like this, huh?ā his voice was a low rasp, but there was something softer in it now, something dangerously tender.Ā
you didnāt answer. you just tugged him down, pressing your lips softly to his. slow. deliberate. deep.Ā
he groaned softly against your mouth, arms still holding you tight, still keeping you locked against him. but this time, he kissed you slower. deeper. his lips moving against yours like he had all the time in the world.Ā
he didnāt let go. didnāt loosen his hold. no, he kept you right where you were, completely encased by him.Ā
and when he finally pulled back, just slightly, his breath warm against your lips, he whispered softly:Ā
āmine.āĀ
and with one slow, final squeeze, you melted entirely into him.Ā
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a/n: a lil suggestive, i've just been in the mood
isagi was supposed to be watching the game.
his teammates were scrambling across the field, calling out plays, their cleats slicing through the damp grass with precision. the crowdās roar swelled with every near-goal, and the commentatorsā voices crackled over the loudspeakers, analyzing every move.
but isagi didnāt hear any of it.
not really.
because you, his girlfriend, were sitting in the stands, wearing shorts.Ā
god help him.Ā
he was already distracted when he caught sight of you before the match started. he spotted you through the mass of faces, and for a second, he forgot how to breathe. but then you sat down, crossed your legs, and his brain might as well have short-circuited.Ā
now, mid-game, his eyes kept wandering. every time he glanced toward the stands, there you were, all casual and relaxed, completely unaware of the absolute chokehold you had him in. the way your thighs pressed together, soft and golden in the sun, had him gripping his shorts a little too tightly. his mind was already halfway out of the match, imagining his hands gripping you instead.Ā
āoi, focus,ā one of his teammates barked when he nearly missed a pass.Ā
right. the game. the reason he was here.Ā
he cursed under his breath and forced himself to lock in. he sprinted down the field, evading two defenders, and when his teammate sent the ball sailing toward him, he struck it into the back of the net with a clean, merciless finish.Ā
the crowd exploded. his teammates crowded around him, shouting and shoving his head playfully. isagi gave the standard nod, offered a half-smirk, and jogged back into formation.Ā
but then his eyes were back on you.Ā
he caught the way you clapped for him, that bright smile lighting up your face. you cheered for him like he was the only player on the field. your excitement was so sweet, so pure.Ā
but the problem was, when you jumped a little in celebration, the flesh of your thighs shook ever so slightly.Ā
his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek.Ā
oh he was done for.Ā
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after the match, you waited for him outside the stadium. you waved when you saw him, and he was on you in seconds. arms around your waist, hands gripping your hips like he didnāt want to let go. his forehead rested against yours for a moment, catching his breath, but it wasnāt from the game.Ā
āgood game, starboy,ā you teased, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes.Ā
āmhm,ā he muttered, but he wasnāt paying attention. his hands were already trailing down your sides, thumbs grazing the curve of your thighs. the skin was warm beneath his calloused fingers, and his grip automatically tightened.Ā
āyoi?ā you blinked at him, puzzled by the sudden shift in his demeanor.Ā
his fingers dragged lightly along the hem of your shorts, skimming just underneath, his touch featherlight but possessive.Ā
āyouāre messing with me,ā he muttered against your temple. his voice was low, almost frustrated.Ā
āhuh?ā you laughed softly, tilting your head to meet his eyes, but they were dark. glazed over with something that made your stomach flip.Ā
āthese,ā he grunted, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze, āare driving me insane.āĀ
you blinked once, twice. and then it hit you. you glanced down at your shorts, then back up at him, watching the way he practically glared at your legs like they had personally wronged him.Ā
āoh my gosh,ā you whispered, laughing. āyou were staring the whole time?āĀ
he didnāt even have the decency to look guilty. if anything, he scowled harder, like it was your fault.Ā
ādo you have any idea how distracting you are?ā he asked, his voice low and slightly hoarse. he was still wearing his jersey, sweat dampening the collar. he was exhausted, but his hands stayed firm on you, as if the second he let go, youād slip right through his fingers.
āitās just my legs, yoi,ā you teased, grinning.
his fingers flexed. ādonāt.ā
ādonāt what?ā
his eyes dragged slowly down your body, deliberately tracing the outline of your thighs. his gaze was heavy, heated, like he was memorizing every inch.
ādonāt act like you donāt know what youāre doing to me.āĀ
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later that night, when you were tangled up on the couch, he pulled you into his lap and made no effort to be subtle about his obsession. his hands traced the backs of your thighs with a slow, deliberate reverence, his fingertips kneading softly into your skin. when he leaned down and pressed his lips against them, you squirmed slightly, but he only held you tighter.Ā Ā
āstop moving,ā he muttered against your skin. ālet me have this.āĀ
he was starved.Ā
kisses pressed to the softest parts of your thighs, his teeth grazing just barely. he was mesmerized by how easily he could mark you, the way his lips left faint imprints like fleeting little bruises. you could feel the smile against your skin when you shivered slightly.Ā
āso sensitive,ā he murmured.
his fingers were slow, teasing, brushing over your thighs like he wanted to make sure he felt every inch of them. he loved how your skin dimpled under his grip, loved how warm and soft you were against his hands. and when you gave him a small, halfhearted shove, your voice barely above a whisper ā
āyoi, youāre obsessed.ā
he smirked against your skin.
āyeah,ā he admitted without hesitation. his lips brushed your inner thigh, voice muffled against you.
āand iām not even sorry.ā
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a/n: inspired by this pinterest pin lol
i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:
isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)
itās impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)
rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)
rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because heās dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)
karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lockās number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)
sae doesnāt realize that heās rude or has any malicious intent when heās being an asshole. he just says whatās on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. itās confirmed that he does have friends, so heās probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)
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This journey hasnāt been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from usā25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their loveā¦ all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldnāt have imagined weād make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, weāre reminded of how much weāve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Hereās what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
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Jujutsu Kaisen: Getting Their Attention
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuji, Megumi
Genre: fluff (?)
Content: what kind of person would pique their interest in a crowd
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be outstanding, be unapologetic
even outside the jujutsu circle, most people are intimidated by Satoru, which is why someone who isn't, catches his attention
someone who doesn't let others influence their flow, who does their own thing, uncaring of authority or status
also someone who matches his freak - someone confident who isn't intimidated by limelight
it's not about extroversion or being very social, just about not caring about other's opinions and being unapologetically true to oneself
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be unique, be brave
the ordinary and submissive don't matter much to him
for his attention, be different, be something he doesn't see and loathe every day
and be it with confidence
bravery and daring intrigue him as much as something out of the ordinary would
he appreciates people with a strong personality, someone who prioritizes self-expression over fitting in
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be mindful, be kind
someone who has a certain light in their eyes, someone with a specific kind of easiness in their movements
where he can see that person is appreciating even this small insignificant moment
because he struggles to find meaning or much joy in his everyday life, people who do naturally intrigue him
also, someone who has an easy time being friendly toward strangers
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be imperious, be unshaken
someone who's there to get shit done without dicking around
someone unimpressed by their surroundings, focused on their goal
I assume he'd be intrigued by an observer, someone who remains in the background and exceeds silent confidence
it shouldn't be a forced self-sureness though, but rather something relaxed, a deep-rooted trust in one's abilities
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be yourself, be unfiltering
Yuji is a very observant person, most people in the room have his attention and goodwill
but to stand out even amongst those, Yuji needs to see someone unafraid to be themselves
someone who laughs like they're the only person in the room, someone who doesn't filter what they say, someone who wears their heart and thoughts on their sleeve
it's not even about extroversion, it's just about being comfortable in one's skin
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be genuine, be charismatic
I think he's one to find someone opposite of him intriguing
someone a little social, but not too much, never afraid to strike up a conversation and be friendly with all kinds of people
but sincerity is important to him
he can tell when someone pretends to be something they're not, when a smile is faked, a word spoken with wrong intent
which makes him all the more interested in someone, who walks through the world with purity in their heart and an open soul
Megumi was never the type to seek out romance. It wasnāt that he was opposed to the ideaāit just never felt like a priority. Between exorcising curses, training, and keeping his friends out of trouble, love seemed like an unnecessary complication. But somehow, despite his reluctance, he found himself drawn to you.
At first, it was subtle. You noticed the way he lingered when you spoke, his usually stoic expression softening just a little at you. He would often glance at you when he thought you werenāt looking, and despite his habit of keeping people at armās length, he never seemed to push you away.
The confession wasnāt grand or dramatic. That wasnāt Megumiās style. One evening, after a long hard mission, the two of you sat together in the comfort of his dorm. He was extra quiet, his fingers idly tracing patterns in the grass.
āYou knowā¦ā he started, his voice calm but laced with something hesitant. āIām not really good at this kind of thing.ā
You tilted your head. āWhat kind of thing?ā
He sighed, almost frustrated with himself. āRelationships. Iāve never had one before.ā His gaze flickered to you, searching for any sign of amusement or judgment, but you only waited for him to continue. āButā¦ I think I want to try. With you.ā
A small smile crept onto your lips. āAre you asking me out, Fushiguro?ā
His ears turned slightly red, and he looked away. āYeah,ā he muttered. āI guess I am.ā
You reached out, taking his hand in yours, feeling the tension in his fingers before he hesitantly relaxed. āThen letās try together.ā
Megumi wasnāt the kind of boyfriend who showered you with words of affection, but he showed his love in the quiet momentsāthe way he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, the way he let you wear his hoodie when you were cold, and the way he always made sure you were safe during missions.
For someone who had spent so long believing love was a distraction, Megumi found himself caring more than he ever thought possible. And for the first time, he didnāt mind.
the greatest love story ever told
Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesnāt
Thinking about...
ą¼ā§āĖ. chuuya x fem!reader
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who would put his full support in modern feminism.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who admires your independence, strength, and determination.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who listens to sabrina carpenter.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who will encourage you as you attempting to pick up a heavy box. and when you succeed, he will cheer for you loudly.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who loves to see you in fancy dresses in his favorite color, but also in jeans while getting your hands dirty.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who isn't controlling and lets you make your own decisions.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who values your opinions and trusts your judgement.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who kisses you by the door before you both leave for work.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who tries to get home extra early to cook you dinner because he knows you had a long day at work.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who gets home and is surprised to see you already there, cooking dinner for the both of you.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who would wrap his arms around your waist from behind, pressing soft kisses against your neck and whispering how much he loves your independency.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who would massage your shoulders as you rant about your annoying coworkers.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who is your biggest fan.
thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who is just a gentleman in general.
"i'm so lucky to have met a woman like you, doll. you don't know how amazing you are, seriously."
a/n: WE STAND CHUUYA WHO LISTENS TO BAD CHEM AND GOOD GRACES BY SABRINA CARPENTER āš¤
"š”šš«š š„šš®š§šš”"
dating rumors immediately started going around after influencer and model! reader and pro soccer player! isagi yoichi had taken a picture together at one of the athleteās recent matches.Ā
of course, it all started with isagi admitting on an interview with a popular late night show host that his celebrity crush was you. after all, he loved how you laughed a lot in your videos, and also had a wonderful smile. not to mention you were drop dead gorgeous, no wonder why you were the face of popular designer brands like van cleef, louis vuitton, christian louboutin, and chanel!Ā
the two of you began talking after the clip went viral and caught your attention (you had been tagged thousands of times by your fans, a lot of them in ship edits of the two of you). however, it was nothing more than friends until the athlete invited you to his soccer match against the infamous manshine (manchester) city.Ā
isagiās team proudly claimed victory thanks to his many assists and final goal, but it seemed that the sole picture of the two of you that you posted on your instagram went more viral than the football clubās win.Ā
both you and isagiās PR teams were stressing about what to do with the media, and it didnāt help that you replied to a comment saying āi sense a WAG š¤ā with āitās not like that šā to which many people replied: āwatch, this wonāt age wellā and boy were they right
just a month later, isagi had posted a picture of him wearing a clean white-collared long sleeve shirt that wrapped around his muscles well, along with a designer belt and black pants. he appeared to be sitting in a chair, but what caught everyoneās attention was the red lipstick kiss stain left on his neck. the caption didnāt help either: āokay so weāre not just friendsā
his fans immediately left to see your page, and your fans immediately left to see his page after your instagram post: a picture of you with a black dress and white bag, wearing red lipstick, the same shade on isagiās neck.Ā
the top comment? āthis is what i call a hard launchā
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a/n: iām still thinking about when i called my guy best friend ness on accident because his first name is alexis and he looked at me like š
header credits go to mendokucha on twitter!
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everyone please check up on your local shin soukoku stans after the newest chapter, i heard thereās been casualties in the thousands
blue lock hcs to make you smile!!!š
- ness helps stray cats that he finds on the streets. he knows that cats are often a symbol of witches and magic, hence why heās so fond of them.
- rin has a huge sweet tooth, and had lots of trouble reducing his sugar intake for a healthier and more athletic body. he still secretly eats candy sometimes.
- isagi is canonically very shy and tends to distance himself from people, so he often gets too scared to confess to his crushes, and they always end up dating someone else.
- the reason why ness knows how to cut hair is because he believed in those folktales and myths about needing to cut hair on certain days. his parents didnāt and refused to cut his hair for him, and he ended up having to learn to cut it himself.
- rin gets flustered when pictures are taken of him. his house is full of pictures of sae because he is the more favored, more successful sibling, so there are only one or two pictures of rin in the entire house.
- rin is actually very sensitive and has a hard time taking insults. this is because sae has always complimented him and told him about how good rin was. this is also why saeās insults to him hurt especially.
- when kunigamiās sisters learned that kunigami would be returning to blue lock, they were ecstatic. but when they saw their older brother on the TV acting so differently, they both cried out of fear that he didnāt love them anymore.
First Love Headcanons: Noriaki Kakyoin
ā³ Fem!Reader with she/her pronouns. Reader is written as being on the shy, gentle side. Readerās backstory, stand, and reason for joining the crusaders is left up in the air.
A/n: This was so self-indulgent. I hope it shows how much Iāve thought about this. I hope yāall enjoy! <3
Warning(s): Canon-typical swearing. Mentions of canon-typical violence.
Before being on the receiving end of a mind-altering flesh bud, Kakyoin wouldāve raised an eyebrow at the prospect of falling for someone within the span of 50 days.
Experiencing romantic love? Him? Maybe in another lifetime.
Hellā¦ simply making friends within that same span of time seemed absurd. Not because he deemed himself incapable of making connections, but due a lack of desire. No need to grow close with people he assumed wouldnāt ever fully understand him.
Itās a difficult concept to wrap his head around, without a doubt. Seventeen years of numbing isolation will do that to an individual.
Thatās not to say he hasnāt daydreamed here and there.
Kakyoinās certainly let his mind wander down a road paved with hopefulness. Looking to his parents and wondering what itād be like to form such a strong connection. His thoughts growing indulgent and jumping on a particular train. Leading eventually toā¦ whatever plane of existence lovers live on.
Okay, so Kakyoin didnāt even know how fully contextualizeļæ¼ romance within his own mind.
Itās a difficult thing to grasp when you merely see it from a secondhand perspectiveā¦ usually from oneās own parents, of all things.
At least his mother and father offered a positive idea of how relationships should function. Mutually supportive; partners through and through. Itās what heās come to expect and wouldnāt dream of settling for less.
Experiencing the actual feeling involved? Not at all. Heās always been known as a āprettyā guy, but that doesnāt mean much when heās remained wholly uninterested.
At the very least, he harbored a general idea of what he wanted.
Beyond hoping for a mutually supportive dynamic, heās confident over his preferred type. His likes and dislikes, whether it be shallow or far more personal.
Regardless of his own preconceived notions in regards to his own future, he does end up forming meaningful connections. While not under the most unconventional circumstances, he does form a tight nit group of friends.
And even more than that, he meets you:
Tower of Grey was the priority at handā¦ the first of DIOās followers encountered after leaving Japan. The safety of sleeping passengers filling the seats being far more important than anything else in that very moment.
But just as Kakyoin laid stomach-first on the floor of the planeās narrow walkwayā¦ blood trickling down his forehead and his expression sternā¦ the bug-like stand boasted on. Believing in an assured victory, as if it had already won.
The gears in Kakyoinās mind chug intently, his standās tendrils moving unseen beneath the seats. His eyes widening when he feels something in particular.
A strangerā¦ who makes themselves known a second later. An observer watching silently from across the isles, jumping to action.
There was no time to wonder if you understood what was going on- no time to even warn -before you lunge forward. A stand fazing into sight behind you. Geared up and ready, almost taunting the bug with the shock of its own existence.
Your heart pounded against your chest when the bug directed its attention to you, the distraction proving to have worked.
Just being there was more than enough to catch the egotistical personality off guard for a moment, letting out a profanity. Merely a second or two of hesitation, but enough to offer Kakyoin a quick opening for a finishing blow. Finally getting the drop on the particularly fast-moving stand.
With the stand user fallen limp, his tongue split down the middle and eyes rolled back, Kakyoin turns his head to finally get a good look at you. His lips kept together, but his eyebrows raised.
Your own eyes have grown wide, fully turning towards the group of imposing men.
Just from quietly examining your raised eyebrows and agape mouth, youāre visibly just as startled as they all are. As far as they can tell, youād merely witnessed the fight going down as an initial bystander. Assessing it quickly and not hesitating a moment further once you saw the shortest of them get hurt. To their credit, it was pretty much what had happened from your perspective.
The men size you up blankly, and without much to immediately say.
To tussle with a stand user so early into the trip, high above a body of water within a plane, is a heart-pounding situation. With hindsight, though, itās to be expected. Taking such a public and compromising mode of transportation was mistake with absurdly dangerous consequences.
But to discover anotherā¦ whoās seemingly detached from either side of the DIO conflict- now that is cause for surprise.
Your eyes gloss over the men. Flickering between each of them, until landing on the redhead youād just assisted. Blood is still drying on his forehead. But his expression has shifted to a more thoughtful oneā¦ violet eyes looking at you in a way that makes you feel small.
Merely a moment passes before the oldest of the group takes initiative. Stepping forward, he lets out a huff of hesitation before saying, āThank youā¦ erm-ā¦?ā
āY/nā¦ L/nā¦ā you responded, shifting your attention to him and taking a step back. Youāre on gentle guard; hesitant. A contrast to your determined initiative moments ago.
Surely youād seen a good chunk of what the group was capable of? That would be cause for cautiousness. None of them knew just how much you had seen before stepping inā¦
āJoestar, dear. Joseph Joestar,ā Joseph smiles gently, a gleam present in his eyes. Hoping to defuse anxious thoughts creeping into your skull, if only a little. But your expression stays the same.
āI thinkā¦ we could offer each other an explanation,ā he suggests in a trying manner. His head tilts to the side, appreciative of the fire proved to be present behind eyes so apparently soft and hesitant on the regular.
Stand or not, the situation is overwhelming. Examining Josephās demeanor, and his two gloved hands held up in peaceā¦ you eventually nod in agreement. Answersā¦ yes, youād certainly like to know whatever the hell that was.
The old man opens his mouth again, preparing to make an attempt at a short explanation, only to be cut off by a stomach-dropping tilt of the plane.
You had your own reasons for being on the plane that dayā¦ the specifics of which were totally lost on Kakyoin and the others for a good while.
Discussions with Joseph after safely making it out of the plane wreck, Hong Kongās hustle and bustle in the background, lead you to realizing you and the group held a common goal with the pursuit of DIO. Whether or not youād even heard the name before the old man spoke it. In regards to your own pursuits, going after DIO was the answer.
That revelation prompted you into asking if you may accompany the group on their way to Egypt. A suggestion only disapproved by Jotaro.
And from the moment he saw you that day aboard the plane, youād already earned respect from Kakyoin.
He holds himself to a high standardā¦ something he holds others around him to as well. Sure, heās a naturally polite individual, but heās not exactly shy calling it how he sees it.
He harbors too much self-respect to think of settling for people he canāt trust or who hold no dignity.
The specific circumstances in which you joined the crusadersā¦ helping a group of strangers with powers like your own in order to ensure the safety of both them and the passengersā¦
Safe to say he had no hangups about you accompanying them, to say the least.
Being a generally soft-spoken, pretty girl definitely helps too. Not that heās inclined mention it out loud. Heās not that socially maladjusted. Mostly. Heād like to believe.
He is thinking it, though.
You were just so quiet that first day in Hong Kong. Every time he pointed something out to you and Jotaro, you nodded along gently with a soft smile. Even asking for elaboration once or twice.
Itās a lot better than the huffs and puffs coming from Jotaro.
Kakyoin eventually starts dropping facts from his bag of random trivia on you specifically. Immediately, youāre responsive to his informative brand of talking at you. Likely hoping to get past any initial awkwardness you feel throwing off the established dynamic.
All while you go along agreeably with the groupās decisions beyond his casual information dumping.
From deciding to tackle the journey any way other than by plane, to Mr. Joestarās order of food in the restaurant the group ate atā¦ you politely nodded along.
Your facial expressions are enough to pick up on how youāre feeling. Kakyoin canāt help but find it nice. Putting the pieces together inside his head on where you stand. Knowing when itās best to let others take the helm in decisions youāre unfamiliar with.
So youāre situationally flexible tooā¦ thatās good.
As observant of a guy as Kakyoin isā¦ he notices almost instantly that you gravitate towards sticking by him or Avdol. In both calm and stressful situations.
Mr. Joestarā¦ his boisterousness makes you flinch. Even more so is the case with a guy like Polnareff, despite the Frenchman making a point to be gentle with a ānice little lady like yourselfā.
And Jotaroā¦ wellā¦ youāre expression sours, failing to hold back cringe each time the two of you interact. Acutely aware he doesnāt like you at all at the beginning.
Hehā¦ so be it, Kakyoin thought.
If sticking close to him or Avdol is what you prefer, Kakyoinās not about to complain. Youāve already proven yourself to be adaptableā¦ and only more opportunities will arise from here on out. With each passing stand encounter, he grows more and more convinced youāre a really reliable individual.
Even more so, you begin involving yourself in conversations. Something that opens the door to less small talk and discussions holding more substance.
Itās freeing to feel less in the spotlight, despite it being as natural of a thing as talking. But with someone as unused to it as Kakyoin, the smaller things really get to him early on.
Thatās what first floods his chest with warmth, genuinely enjoying a comfortable air developing through casual conversation. Not just that, thereās fondness in the tiniest input from you. Smiling at the othersā antics or laughing lightly when Kakyoin bickers with Polnareff.
Friendship is a necessary foundation to be established for an individual like Kakyoin to grow even remotely romantically interested.
And how long did it take for that to happen? For him to silently consider you a friend? Two weeks at mostā¦ it mustāve been. God, Kakyoin feels lightheaded just thinking about what that means to him.
You mean something to him already. How weird is that?
Kakyoinās not necessarily avoidant of how he feels, merely perplexed. A rather new, but internally exciting position to be in.
His care for you making his heart race faster with each passing stand encounter.
Thereās vigor in how he stands up for you if youāre hurt or are unable to fight for yourself. He keeps his temper, not the type to lose it, but his eyes speak to the emotions guiding his proaction.
And to his delightā¦ you react the same whenever the role is reversed.
Nowā¦ yes, he knows you like sticking by him. And now that heās thinking of it again, when was the last time you stick by Avdol too? You certainly donāt stand this close to anyone else. The physical distance having been growing smaller and smaller. Youāre damn near hanging off his arm.
Kakyoinās such an enabler, letting you do so without complaint. Head held up high.
Honestlyā¦ it takes weight off his shoulders. He appreciates the ease of recognizing mutual fondness. It furthers the comfortable air between you two.
All while Kakyoinās kicking his past self for avoiding something that comes naturally to him when gazing into your eyes:
āAnd here I thought weād finally be able to sleep in a bed.ā
Kakyoinās voice sounds gently, standing between you and Jotaro. The three students of the groupā¦ he often acted as a physical buffer you and the grump. There is reason for you to act cocky, considering Jotaro finally accepted the fact that you are even there just a few days ago.
You know better than to let it get to you, though. Especially since he still remains outwardly apathetic pretty much everything leaving your mouth. But heāll listen when you speak and acknowledges your existence! Now, weāre talking.
Late into this particular nightā¦ none of the seethe radiating off him is directed at you.
The three of you are turned towards the lake before you, standing in a row. Conveniently looking away from both Polnareff and Joseph. Moonlight reflects against the waterās surface pleasantly. The smell of the cigarette Jotaro had smoked still lingering in the air, and invading your nostrils.
As sweet of a sight as the water may be, the scene doesnāt do much to ease any lingering warinessā¦ only making eyelids feel heavier, if anything.
You glance downwards to your left, Polnareff still sulking by himself on the ground a few paces away. You felt a pang of pity looking at him. Just a moment of consideration later and you neglect to speak to him. Practically feeling the gentle annoyance of the two to your right. Not thatā¦ you donāt understand the sentiment.
Especially Kakyoinās sighing mutter in particular.
āIf the old man hadnāt screwed up,ā Jotaro speaks up, his arms crossed as he responds. āWe wouldnāt be out here hiding from the cops.ā
Your gaze shifts away from Polnareff to nothing in particular a moment or two, your brows gently furrowed. Without contemplating it first, your head moves. Peering over at Kakyoin beside you.
āLeast Mr. Joestarās not in custody,ā you comment lightly.
Just the idea of it is stressfulā¦ your heart hurting at the thought. Even more so, your brain stresses just from knowing how much precious time it would waste. Knowing full well by now you donāt even need to point that out to someone like Kakyoin. He justā¦ gets it.
āHmphā¦ā Jotaro huffs, nearly a grunt.
Kakyoinās eyes travel to meet yours, disregarding Jotaroās dismissal of your trying optimism. The ghost of a smile appears on the redheadās lips.
āHavenāt crossed the border yet,ā he reminds you. His tone lacking the exhaustion it holds when pointing something out to the likes of Polnareff or Mr. Joestar. His pleasant smileā¦ it lingers as well.
āHeh-ā¦ā you let out a lighthearted sigh and your trying expression fades a little. Not completely deterred by his words, your tone remains on the sweet side as you retort, āWay to spike my worry back up.ā
To your relief, your lighthearted response only seems to amuse Kakyoin. The exact reaction you had hoped for.
āMr. Joestar said heās handling itā¦ he owes us as much,ā Kakyoin replies.
āHmmā¦ even after today?ā you ask, tilting your head to the side. āGiving him that much credit now, Kakyoin?ā
He hums softly, trying to momentarily suppress his smile while rubbing his chin with his index finger. Moving his hand away when he sarcastically figures, āWellā¦ he managed to grab us a car.ā
āSmall victoriesā¦?ā you giggle lightly, raising your eyebrows in a playful manner.
āSmall victories,ā he nods in agreement, allowing his grin to grow wider.
Kakyoinās smileā¦ Iāve been seeing it a lot more lately, you note. I really hope itās-
āDonāt fret, you two,ā Joseph speaks up from behind.
He cuts the moment short and your stomach drops, making space for a familiar disappointment to pool inside. Your brows subtly furrow, and you biting your lower lip less you pull a pout. Not spiteful towards Josephā¦ just wishing the short talk with Kakyoin had time to continue.
You turn, only to see the older man casually gesturing to the aforementioned car heād gotten his hands on. āI took care of things.ā
Kakyoin doesnāt point it out less you sheep away in embarrassment, but the disappointment you think you donāt showā¦ he notices.
Quietly allowing you to sit a bit too close beside him at restaurant tables, for example. That same look on your face when the spotlight shifts anywhere elseā¦ itās totally worth it.
Or when you rest your head on his shoulder while taking a bus or car. Polnareff or Joseph will often prompt conversation that demands and derails attention. Even Kakyoin feels a silent sigh escape his nostrils.
Luckily, even more than explicitly mentioning it out loud, he wouldnāt dream of teasing you over it either. Wināt even throw you a knowing glance. Anything to keep you from hiding that cute expression away.
Wait, cute?
Soā¦ okay, he can work with that. Mhm. No need for concern or anything of the sort. Itās not like the descriptor popped into his head so fast he couldnāt stop himself if he tried. Itās just one little wordā¦ that crawled into his brain and refused to go to the back of it the majority of the car ride.
Well, this is happening, he distinctly recalls thinking.
Really, thatās about as long as it takes for him to come to terms with how he feels about you. The span of an overnight car ride.
Kakyoin may have purposely isolated himself for most of his life, but heās too self-assured to think of pushing the feeling down.
More than thatā¦ youāre just so lovely.
When was the last time being this close to someone felt so right? Never? Good godā¦ it all feels so natural when it comes to you, in and out of combat.
For a stand userā¦ your generally pretty gentle as well.
Not there isnāt any mental strength in spite of or because of that sort of demeanorā¦ Kakyoin just hadnāt personally experienced that before meeting you. And he really admires that.
Then again, Kakyoinās the type to find beauty in practically everything in regards to the subject of his affections.
ā¦ is it weird to be thinking about one person this much? For Peteās sake, is this what itās like? Had his father felt like a moron like this too? Did Mr. Joestar think himself going nuts as well?
Perceived weirdness be damned, as soon as heās fallen, heās loyal and all in.
Itās similar to the natural progression of learning to enjoy the othersā company. Similar, yes, but the same? Not at all, of course.
And Kakyoinās not the only one who notices the difference in your dynamic together; heās most definitely got mixed feelings on that.
Avdol seemed to be the first.
Before Kakyoin noticed heād caught feelings, Avdol would peer at the two of you with a tiny smile on his face. Kakyoin had thought back then heād been amused on a surface levelā¦ which ended up not being correct with hindsight.
Damn it allā¦ how could I let him notice before me? Kakyoin thinks, feeling more than a little foolish.
Kakyoin was lamenting over a lookā¦ god bless him.
Once the others start noticing, all hell has broken loose. They make Avdol look like a damn saint.
Joseph and Polnareff are a duo conceived in hell purely to torture Kakyoin. He wonāt lie, he can get rather short with either of them in the face of their teasing. Heās really good at flipping the script on them and offering a harsh dig, which hasnāt failed in changing the conversation thus far.
āWe have some time to kill after breakfastā¦ you and Y/n should go out on a little ļæ¼ļæ¼rendezvous!ā Joseph will suggest, wiggling his eyebrows.
āHa! I caught you staring again! You think youāre so slick, donātcha?ā Polnareff will laugh, nudging his arm a bit too harshly.
āYou can pair with her while we separate and searchā¦ we know how much you like her!ā theyāll both exclaim, no matter how inappropriate might be in the given situation.
ā¦ screw their feelings, Kakyoinās going verbally nuclear.
Kakyoin would really prefer it they wouldnāt be so obvious with their teasing right in front of you. Unfortunately, getting on their case directly has proven to only encourage them further.
Worse of allā¦ he can feel the judgement rolling off Jotaroās body. Constantly. Uncomfortably.
He doesnāt say anything, and frankly, he doesnāt need to. As if Jotaro would need to do that to drive home a point.
Getting all close to you right beside or in front of Jotaro leaves Kakyoin dealing with the stink eye for a good ten minutes.
In allā¦ itās annoying, but not unbearably so. Nothing that warrants a conversation, anyway. You seem amused, at the very least.
What does make Kakyoin waryā¦ is the situation youāre all in.
Never mind that in just the span of a month heās got more people surrounding him than he previously thought possible. The circumstance in particular is what puts a strain on both his head and heart.
Definitely has an attitude of āMaybe after the journeyā¦ā for the majority of it.
You donāt seem to be the type to want to take much initiative, and heās a touch too comfortable keeping things just the way they are. No need to rush when there are greater priorities.
Though, one could argue heās procrastinating a little. Polnareff has certainly made the case.
The Frenchman couldnāt get him to budgeā¦ in fact, itās a run in with a certain sleep-stalking stand that does.
The encounter solidified the update to his thinking the trip had been instigating, in more ways than one. Itās all to do with his returning confidence; growing fully reassured in himself once more.
Applicable both in and out of fights. As well as his approach to you, in particular.
The complete lack of control he had throughout most of the encounterā¦ as well as how hard you tried understanding his position when no one else couldā¦ none of them are guaranteed to wake up the next morning, right?
And waitingā¦? Upon reflection, Kakyoin changes his perspective on it. How cowardly would that be?
Heās not about to face DIO again without letting you know how he feels first.
Too many possibilities could come from the inevitable confrontation, a good chunk of what he could think of not exactly being pleasant. He doesnāt want to plan for the worseā¦ but he would prefer to step up and be there for you like he knows he wants to deep down.
Every day of the trip, as dangerous as it gets, were the better ones of his upbringing. Thatās large in part because of you.
From assuming heād never get close to wanting to speak about such a thingā¦ to knowing heād never forgive himself if he didnāt.
That being said, there werenāt many opportunities for a breather after crossing the desert. The boarder into Egypt moving closer and closer within the groupās reach with each passing hour.
And just as quickly as it was crossedā¦ there was another attack- his very own sight put at risk.
In all honesty, he doesnāt remember much of the ordeal before waking up at the hospital with bandages over his eyes. Heād been going in and out of consciousness, enough to make his memory of the event rather hazy.
Kakyoin can recall the pain. Thatā¦ and your presence at his side almost entirely throughout.
He didnāt know how to feel immediately about it.
Thankful for your presence, though not much could ground him in a situation like that one. Or guilt over you witnessing him in such a state.
He lands somewhere in the middle.
Fussing was pushed to the back of his mind the second his hospital room door was flung open not long after waking. Voices pooling into the clean yet bare space and footsteps making their way closer.
Booming and almost laughing, expressing relief to see him up and looking alive. Several hands patting him on the back or nudging his arm.
As well as a familiar hand gently touching his shoulder, a softer voice poking through the others.
Heās listened to it for hours collectively by nowā¦ but a part of him figures he could do it for days.
Thereās a lingering warmth present, moral quite positive despite everyone understanding Kakyoin would be left behind for his recovery. Regardlessā¦ the fact that his eyesight wouldnāt be affected in the long run lifted a massive weight.
Kakyoin is too levelheaded to think otherwise, he knows you must move on without him.
But he finds himself hoping the moment will drag anyways:
āā¦ I will catch up with you later,ā Kakyoin assures with a smile. Bandages over his eyesā¦ speaking to the group without the sight available to point his attention to anyone in particular.
Polnareff leaning forward, putting weight on his hands against the hospital bed mattress to his left. You sit facing him on his right, legs hanging off the side. The others circle around the bed as Kakyoin offers his words of encouragement in the face of his upcoming absence.
Heās too strong to sulkā¦ you think, But it must sting to have to sit on the sidelines when weāre getting so close.
āItās less than 800 kilometers to Cairoā¦ and DIO,ā he continues. āEveryone, you must be vigilant.ā
Polnareff nods, giving Kakyoin a pat on the shoulder. The others give the redhead their well-wishes as the Frenchman offers you a glance before standing up straight, following Avdol and Jotaro out the door. The men shuffling towards the exit one by one.
Youāre the last of the group to move, slowly sliding yourself off the hospital bed. Kakyoinās head lowers, feeling the dip in the thin mattress vanish.
Joseph, taking up the rear of the group still diffusing out the room, pauses just before the doorway. Looking your way. āY/n,ā he mutters softly, halting you after taking only a single step.
āHm?ā you hum, biting your lower lip.
His lips curl into a smile, eyes glimmering with gentleness. āWeāll go and pay the bill. Could be quite the tedious processā¦ weāll meet you down in a few, alright?ā
Thank you, Mr. Joestar, you think. Holding back a grin as you nod a handful of times hastily.
āHehā¦ā the old man huffs out a soft laugh, his expression shifting to a smirk before exiting the room. The door clicking shut behind him.
You turn back towards Kakyoinā¦ noting how heās lifted his head once more. The sunlight pools in through elongated windows, shining against his skin. Unharmed from what you can seeā¦ aside from pale bandages wrapped around his eyes. Anything to keep you from seeing his eyes a mutilated, bloodied mess like that ever again.
āY/n,ā he calls your name, lightly gesturing for you to sit down again and pulling you from your silent gawking.
With a smile, you accept the invitation. Plopping right back down where youād been sittingā¦ if not a little closer. Kakyoin turns his head a tad, close enough to your general direction.
āI have a favor to ask.ā
āA favor?ā you echo, humming in thought. Both your voices have quieted. Pleasant, but gentler in the comfort of one-on-one company. āOf courseā¦ what do you need, Kakyoin?ā
He reaches to his right, fingertips searching for the surface of a tiny nightstand next to the hospital bed. When he finds it, his hand smartly slides down its top drawer. Opening it and shuffling around inside, taking a moment to find whatever heās looking for.
He shuts the drawer with a clenched fist a moment later, fingers wrapped around the unseen object he had grabbed.
āMay I have your hand?ā he asks, his free hand lifting up with an open palm.
āMhm,ā you hum, gently placing your hand atop his.
Kakyoin lets out a soft chuckle when he feels your smaller hand rest in his hold. Having touched it enough by now to recognize itās yours by the feel alone. Letting it sit that way a second before gingerly flipping your hand over. Guiding the movement via your wrist, so that he instead cradles your hand while it lies palm-up in patient expectation.
āKeep these safe for me while I recover, will you?ā
Without a word of warning, his other hand reaches out and places what heād retreated in the palm of your hand. Two little red marble-looking balls now sit there, attached to silver hooks that let them both dangle at a slight curve.
āYourā¦ earrings?ā you ask, voice dropping to a whisper. Peering down at the dainty set in your hand. āKakyoin, I donāt under-ā
āKeep them with youā¦ and make sure they remind you to keep yourself safe, okay?ā
You lift your gaze, taken aback by the gentleness of his tone. Aside from today, youād hardly ever seen seen him without wearing the set. Only removed on the handful of occasions heās traded with Jotaro or Polnareff.
āAre you sureā¦?ā you ask, blinking dumbly.
āYeah,ā he confirms, nodding. āIāll take them back when I see you again. How about that?ā
Your fingers curl around the earrings, holding them secure. The backs lightly poke your skin, but your hand keeps its hold. Resolving to keep them safe and on your person. A piece of him that will continue journey on with you while heās in recovery.
āIs that a promise, Kakyoin?ā you ask him, knowing the answer as soon as the question leaves your lips.
āHehā¦ā he chuckles lightly, his head tilting to the side once again. āCertainly. Iāll be back before you know itā¦ but reallyā¦ Iād like you to promise me youāll be safe.ā
Kakyoin holds your hand tighter in his, and his free hand blindly reaches out. Bumping against your shoulder, before finding its intended destination on your face. As soon as his fingertips brush against your cheek, your heart skips a beat. Holding your jaw gingerly, as if he were handling porcelain.
āI promise, Kakyoin, I promiseā¦ā you assure gently. Thereās really no certainty in safety from here on out, the fact that heās in a hospital bed making it apparent.
Kakyoin, for once, doesnāt care if itās silly. Just hearing you promise to look out for yourself helps him swallow the reality that heāll be absent from your side.
āThank you,ā he sighs, shoulders dropping. āI couldnāt stand it if I heard of you getting seriously hurt-ā
āKakyoinā¦ā
ā-without me being there to have anything to do about it. Because Iā¦ really-ā
āKakyoin, should we even-ā
āNoriaki,ā he cuts you off gently, his hand squeezing yours. Not wanting to let you avoid the conversation. āPlease, Y/n, call me Noriaki.ā
āI-ā¦ā you hesitate, heart feeling heavy. Is this really happening? āItāsā¦ not like you toā¦ you knowā¦ā
āBe so forward?ā he asks, a smirk creeping onto his face.
āNo, no, youāre forwardā¦ā you admit, letting out a laugh. You feel pleasantly lightheaded; surprised by the turn the goodbye has taken. How right it feels. āItās not like you toā¦ be this forward. Understand what I mean?ā
His thumb lightly brushes along the skin on your cheek, leaning himself forward. Careful as he invades your personal space, slowly ensuring his position is aligned the way heās hoping it is.
āI do. Is it alrightā¦?ā he asks, listening intently for any hint heās pushing you too much. Only receiving a beat of silence, his heart halts in place until he picks up on your bashful reply:
āIt isā¦ erm, Noriaki.ā
He smiles again, nodding and keeping lips pressed togetherā¦ and if you could see his eyes, you assume thereād be a gleam of amusement present within. You wait for his reply, but it doesnāt come.
Instead, he takes in a deep breath before leaning in further, taking you by surprise yet again. His lips pressing against yours.
Theyāre still chapped and dry from the desert heat, just like your own. But he moves slow and gentle, barely a sound in the room accept for hesitant lips interlocking in a bashful first kiss. Heās inexperienced with it, but the two of you follow each other and melt into the action with the angling of your faces.
His hand stays put on your cheek, and his other squeezes your fist, his heart swelling with the knowledge youāre still carrying his earrings. Letting out a sigh of relief into the kiss before hesitantly breaking it.
āNoriakiā¦ā you whisper, following along and pulling away from the kiss when he does.
It made your heart do flipsā¦ leaving you with wanting more. But you know time is short. Your eyes flicker to the clock hanging on the wall, frowning at the realization you shouldāve descended to the first level three minutes ago.
āYou uhmā¦ā you clear your throat. āYou owe me another when you catch up with us.ā
āHmph,ā he smiles, dropping his hand from your face. āYou got a deal. Iād really like to see the look on your face after doing something like that. You get really red under casual circumstances, you know that?ā
āā¦ I wish I didnāt learn that just now, Noriaki.ā
Kakyoin listens as your footsteps carry outside his hospital room, his smile lingering on his face long after youāre gone.
The coming days will be slowā¦ but the idea thereās people eager for his return makes it all bearable. People who truly know him and harboring mutual loyaltyā¦ itās still funny for him to ponder. Likely will be for a a good while.
The future looks brighter with someone like you a part of his life. Kakyoin cannot help but look forward to it without hesitation on his mind and merely flourishing hope in his heart.
Heās got someone at his side he truly loves, after all, and that means more to him than heād ever know how to properly express.
according to the official egoist bible, saeās favorite season is the end of summer because everything feels lonely.
rinās birthday is september 9th, which is the end of summer.
sae probably wanted to celebrate rinās birthday with him, but because he was in spain and rin didnāt have a phone, he couldnāt. thatās why the end of summer is so lonely for sae, because when he wanted to celebrate his brotherās birthday at the end of summer, he couldnāt.
rinās favorite season is autumn because itās chilly.
saeās birthday is october 10th, which is during autumn.
rin and sae had their fight on a snowy and chilly day.
not only that, but saeās birthday is 10/10 and rinās is 9/9, meaning that sae will always be one step ahead of rin and rin will never be able to catch up.
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yoichi isagi is the type of guy to agree with you for every tiktok trends you want to do. he most definitely adored filming the "a man" trend where he carried you to sit on his shoulders. with a huge grin, he flexed his muscles once you're seated on one side of his shoulder.
to think that you'd hook a leg over his neck then slide down dramatically and fall so he could catch you bridal style. your trust in yoichi is incomparable, for you knew he'd catch you no matter the situation.
his big blue eyes glimmers with love and affection as they gazed into yours, the stupidly big grin still very much visible. he can't hide it, he could never, if it's with you. your arms are wrapped around his neck.
you pulled him in for a quick peck on the lips but gosh he didn't care if the cameras are still rolling before kissing you affectionately. then his lips dragged across your nose, both sides of your cheeks, and forehead to leave kissesā or wherever he could reach.
as long as he gets to pour his love to and for his favourite person, that's all yoichi needed.
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