Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.

An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!

"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!

For some reason, there’s nothing on earth more infuriating than mischaracterization of your favorite robin

Okay, I can't seem to get this out of my head but let's say m!reader works at an Orpahnage (like Arlecchino from genshin) maybe he has the title "father". I can appsolutly see a kid being sad and saying "I want my Daddy!" And Aventurine just goes "Oh I want your Daddy too~♡"

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Hi! You asked for Aventurine requests among others, so I hope that you like this one? (Also, no pressure to accept this request! But thank you in advance for reading it <3) Could I maybe request Aventurine with an FTM!reader who dresses rather femininely? Reader can sometimes get rather insecure due to how people see him (either misgendering him or mocking him for being a trans man who still likes dressing femininely), so Aventurine comforts him and spoils him by getting him all the feminine clothing he likes. Idk, I thought it would be really sweet. I hope that request was coherent in any way. As I said, no pressure to do this if you aren't comfortable with it, but thank you so much in advance if you do! And thank you so much for writing fem readers, there's so little representation for us and it means the world to me <3

✧ a/n: if i had a nickel for everytime someone requested (one of) my comfort character(s) with an FtM reader who dresses femininely who gets a little insecure i'd have two nickels!!!! which isnt a lot but im soo happy it happened twice!!!!

fr tho thank you for this ask ehe.... healing my inner younger adult or sumn (shoutout to one of my exes who was super into femboys and completely killed my fashion sense) also idk where this name came from i just felt it. idk.

✭ pairing: aventurine x ftm reader

🗒 cw: ftm reader, dysphoria, comfort, this was written from the HEART, proofread

✎ wc:2.1k

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When you transitioned, you didn’t kill off your fashion, no, quite the opposite. It had never felt quite right to be called a girl, to be considered a woman. The clothes you wore had nothing to do with it, you were sure. Still, for a little bit after your public transition, you tried to dress more “traditionally masculine”, but it was only when you started wearing dresses and skirts and anything perceived as “feminine” that you felt truly at ease.

It was also around then that you got odd looks, and more mistakes and misgendering. Most of the time it was from strangers, so you chose to ignore it. It had no real effect on you since they were strangers, and their own opinions didn’t matter to you.

In doing this, you gained confidence, not that you didn’t have any before. You were simply presenting yourself how you liked, and you didn’t give a damn about who saw you as what. This confidence is what drew Aventurine’s attention to you, he quite enjoyed your slight flair for the dramatic, how ethereal you looked in certain dresses, and all around… you. He had never really fallen for someone as hard as he fell for you.

He pampers you as is, of course. Anything you want is yours, perhaps even three times over. No time to even say ‘I want’ or ‘I would like’, it’s yours. Especially clothes. He’s a bit of a fashionista himself, after all. You see a pretty dress you like? He’s buying it, and maybe a suit to match. Even a ball gown, something a little too formal for every-day wear? Don’t worry, he’ll find a reason to wear it.

Aventurine finds you pretty handsome any day of the week, even on your worst days, your most dysphoric days, where you want to do nothing but lie down in bed, dressed only in a massive t-shirt and boxers, unable to tame your disheveled looks. Which, those days seem to be becoming more and more frequent.

It had been quite a while since you two started dating, and you yourself knew dating one of the Ten Stonehearts would put some direct attention onto you. He wasn’t necessarily a celebrity, but of course paparazzi fled to him like flies to honey. And with that, you end up in the crossfire.

You do your best to ignore it, even when pictures of you and Aventurine end up on social media, even when the posts shift from referring to you as his ‘partner’, to his ‘girlfriend’, even when the comments referred to you as his girlfriend from the start. You shouldn’t let it get to you, you tell yourself, they’re just strangers is all, and they have no real connection to you. And yet, you can’t help but keep scrolling through those comments.

‘She’s so lucky!!’

‘I wish I was his girlfriend’

‘why can’t i be her :(‘

‘i’d give anything to be his GIRL’

Every little she, every little ‘girl’ gets to you. It cuts like knives, reopening old wounds you had forgotten about. Those words take root in your heart and you withdraw into yourself. Aventurine had been out on a… business trip, and you were left to wallow in your own dysphoric hell by yourself. Simply staring into your closet makes you feel sick, not even the clothes, but knowing that this is what you wore, and that is simply how people will perceive you from then on, his girlfriend. It hurts, dammit.

Despite the sickening pit forming in your stomach, you can't help but continue to scroll through the comments. Very few know of you, given your limited social media presence, even if Aventurine had tagged you in a couple posts of his own and even referred to you as his boyfriend. The few comments that mention you that do refer to you properly do not wash out just how many more had all sunk their fangs into the word ‘she’.

You finally pry your phone away from your eyes, turning it off and putting it face down as you bury your head into the plush pillows beneath you. You want to scream, to cry, but ultimately you are left with silence. Which turns out to be even worse, stuck with your thoughts that take hold and rip any semblance of confidence you had. Those words sink even deeper into your very bones, a reminder that you aren’t in the same leagues as a cis man, that perhaps you never will be. And then, the words ‘not a real boy’ start to rise. And slowly, that voice becomes louder, and louder, and lou–

You are interrupted by the muffled chime of a video call, raising your head and simply staring at your phone for a couple more moments. You knew exactly who was calling you, of course, he was the only one you really video called these days. And now, you didn’t even know if you wanted to pick up the phone. To you, it meant looking at yourself, seeing a girl. Doesn’t matter how little your portrait was in the corner, you’d still be there, all the same.

As if it was instinct, however, you pick up your phone and accept the call. You feel as if you immediately regret this decision, watching as your face pops up half-hidden by the sheets of your unkempt bed, finally minimizing into the corner.

“Hey handsome,” Aventurine starts, flashing you a pretty smile. He was driving, eyes on the road (thankfully), but peering at the phone every now and then. “How’s your night going, hm?”

“Good.” You mumbled, doing your best to sound at the very least okay. Your voice is muffled by the sheets and rather heavy, groggy.

“Awh, did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” He coos, still not looking at his phone, which you thank whichever Aeon you have to for that. “Just missed you is all.”

“It’s okay,” You manage to squeak out, tracing over his features mentally. He himself seemed so tired, despite how hard he played the relaxed character, you could tell that whatever meeting he had just gotten out of didn’t necessarily go all that well. “I missed you, too.”

You can see Aventurine smile, but silence fills the space between you two. The faint rumbling of the car on the road is soothing in a way, not too loud but not too quiet, enough to keep your thoughts from drifting. Perhaps you really are tired, with how easy it feels to fall asleep at the moment. Perhaps you were just tired, and that’s why such words got to you… and yet, as you did your best to surrender to sleep, Aventurine’s voice pulled you right back into reality.

“Have you been crying?” He doesn’t even tiptoe around it. It seems he had finally parked, and he finally got a good look at you. 

“Uhm–” You hadn’t even known you were crying, it seems you were so hyper-focused on just how you looked too much of a woman, and how badly you just did not want to see yourself.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” You can’t really lie to Aventurine, he’s pretty damn perceptive and it’s a little scary. Not just that, but he tends to worry about you, considering his luck doesn’t affect you. Seeing as he’s a whole star system away, he has every right to worry.

“It’s fine,” You groan, readjusting in the bed and doing what you could to hide your face while still allowing him to see some of it. You know you can’t get your way out of it, but deflect nonetheless. “Life sucks, is all.”

Aventurine purses his lips and furrows his brows, before clicking his tongue and shaking his head. He lets it go, for now. “Well, whatever it is, I’ll be home in like… three days, okay?” His voice softens from his usual sly tone.

You utter a low effort ‘mhm’, unable to conjure up any other words or sounds. You can see the worry creep into his expression, and somehow, it makes you think of a horrible, wretched question in the face of things.

“Do you see me as a girl?”

He lets out a ‘huh?’ before the question fully processes in his head. “No! Not at all! Why would you think that?” He raises his voice slightly, not panicked but as if in a rush to soothe your mind.

“I dunno. Seems like everyone else sees me as your girlfriend.” You huff, tilting your head.

“Well that’s them. You’re my boyfriend.”

“But–”

“Nuh uh. You’re my boyfriend. You’re a boy. Nothing else. Unless you wanna be my Husband?”

Aventurine’s cheeky tone returned and it caused a blush to bloom across your cheeks. You’re more surprised by the question itself, rightfully so, and it felt like it came out of left field. He chuckles at your reaction, raising his eyebrows, before shaking his head.

“What makes you think that, love?” He continues on if he hadn’t said anything, his voice softening once more.

You still once more, shaking your head. You feel as if you’ve already answered the question– you did– but, there was more than just that. “‘Cause of how I dress… do you even like it? Like... all the dresses and skirts and stuff."

“Of course I do!” He answers so quickly, placing his hand over his chest as if he was offended. “You look stunning! No matter how you dress. Is it annoying you?”

“... No.”

“Then you shouldn’t worry, okay? I love you, you know that, right?”

You nod meagerly, unable to find words. His reassurance helps a lot, but it would still take you a couple days to shake it off. For now, you would keep away from social media– especially those that were dedicated to Aventurine– to keep your head clear.

“C’mon, say it back,” Aventurine coos, “Or else I’ll start to feel a little hurt.”

“Love you too.”

“I’ll settle,” He huffs, but still his voice takes on a gentler tone once more. “Now, I’ll see you soon, okay? And I have a lot of gifts for you.”

WIth that, you two say your goodnights, and he promises you once more that he sees you as a man, regardless of how you dress or how you feel. You felt lighter, for sure, and were quite anxious and excited for Aventurine to come home. And the next days go by painfully slow, your mood dipping and rising equally, and yet, you were able to keep away from the same comments that had tanked your comfort within your body.

When Aventurine comes back home though, his arms are practically full of all sorts of boxes, jewelry boxes, and bags stuffed with Qilpoth knows how many clothes. He had to have someone help him bring his own luggage back to your apartment. He’s practically beaming, the fact that his gifts take up the entire couch was like an achievement for him. He showers you in kisses and praises and ‘I love you’s before he allows you to open his gifts.

He’s brought home almost an entire closet, pretty dresses, some rather formal, and even a ball gown, suits, as well, and a bunch of necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Many are adorned with gemstones, and most of those are aventurine stones. ‘For good luck’, he says, as if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.

One gift, however, stands out among the rest. It isn’t big and poofy, it doesn’t shine, nor is it considered… formal. It’s a simple sundress, covered in floral designs, the material was light and airy. It’s beautiful as is, quite striking in its simplicity considering Aventurine’s fashion sense.

“It’s starting to get warm, y’know?” He shrugs, as you stare at it, running your thumb along the hem of its sleeves. “Wanted you to have something to wear, something pretty– not that the rest of your clothes aren’t pretty, but…”

As he stumbles over his words, you look at him and pull him into a kiss, one that isn’t quite heated, but rather tender and soft. When you pull away, there are practically stars in his eyes, and it seems you’ve soothed his own mind. Yet, his face is burning up, practically bright red as he looks away and clears his throat.

“Ahem… just wanted to, uh, let you know how pretty you are,” His voice shakes ever so slightly, as if a kiss was more bold than him proposing marriage. “And I wanted you to flaunt it.”

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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS

—Geto Suguru

“i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.”

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𓆩♡𓆪 —SYNOPSIS: you can’t help your feelings for your brother’s best friend

or in which you get what you’ve always wanted, Geto Suguru

𓆩♡𓆪 —WARNINGS: porn with plot, soft dom geto, feelings, fingering, weed, blowing smoke into your mouth, praise, choking, mirror sex

𓆩♡𓆪 —WC: 2.4k

𓆩♡𓆪 —A/N: i cannot write plot for the life of me but the smut is not as bad i promise

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You would do anything for the attention of Geto Suguru. There was just something about him that you needed. Yes he was your brother’s best friend. And yes he was three years older than you. But that really meant nothing.

You bit down painfully on your bottom lip as you watched Suguru flirt with a girl his age. His signature smirk on his face as he leaned onto her locker, hands in his pocket with his lips moving in the sweetest words.

You wished it could’ve been you. The way she got shy, her face flushed red as she he brushed a strand of red hair out of her face.

But nope. All you could do was watch with longing eyes as his arm wrapped around her waist, her head on his side as they began walking the halls together. His smirk never faltering as he nodded along to her words.

Lucky. You thought to yourself, a tight lipped smile painted on your face.

You finished packing away your books, slamming the metal blue door shut before making your way to class. You’d always be his best friend’s little sister, and you needed to hurry up and accept it before it killed you.

“Fuck- sorry..” you trailed off as you looked up. Only to find his eyes staring back down at you. A smile on his face and an eyebrow raised as broad hands held onto your waist to steady your frame.

Wasn’t he just with that girl?

“Language sweetheart. ‘N careful now, wouldn’t want your brother to kill me for you getting hurt, would we?” he teased.

Your mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. “Uh y-yeah.. well n-no, i mean no.” so fucking embarrassing.

Suguru only chuckled, shaking his head in amusement then walking off with a grin. “Bye lil’ Gojo.”

Oh God.

…

The day went by with nothing on your mind. Well, except Suguru of course. He would be coming over to your house later to hang out with your brother. And as always, they would have girls over.. and you weren’t invited as Satoru put it.

Leaving your classroom, you passed by your locker to collect your things. Swinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way to the school’s doors. “Hey y/n!” a deep voice called. Turning around to see Suguru jogging up to you with another girl’s arm hooked around his. A brunette this time.. great.

“Yeah?”

“Satoru asked for me to take you home, so you’re stuck with me for a while.” He stated, winking jokingly before draping his arm over your shoulder as he walked you and the girl of the day to his vehicle.

If only he knew what that mere gesture did to you.

You took a seat in the back. Awkwardly watching as his hand squeezed the thigh of the girl in the passenger’s seat, massaging her skin while she looked to the side of his gorgeous face with nothing but want.

Blinking your attention away from them, you rested your head back onto the seat and looked out the car window instead.

The ride to your house was inevitably silent. Well, apart from the girl’s constant giggling. You kept your focus on anything but them throughout, missing the way Suguru glanced back at you through the rear view mirror. His head tilted and a small smile gracing his face.

She’s jealous, cute.

…

“We’re here,” Suguru announced.

Walking into the house hand in hand with Ashley as you learned her name was. He greeted your brother in a short hug, flopping down onto the couch with her positioning herself comfortably onto his lap.

Satoru had his own blonde sat next to him, her legs crossed underneath her as she played with his hair. “Hey baby sister, not even gonna greet your brother hello?”

You rolled your eyes and gave a quick wave before going up to your room, locking the door shut behind you and settling onto your bed.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t not want him. Maybe if you were just two years older.. granted, 18 and 21 wasn’t bad.. but maybe he would watch you then.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you heard blaring music fill the house, the group most likely beginning their drinking and make out sessions by now.

Grabbing your phone, you plugged in your earphones. One of The Girls by the weeknd blasting in your ears as you let your mind wander. Suguru, his hands, your body.

You let out a soft whimper as you allowed your hand to roam your chest, squeezing your tits and rolling your nipples between soft fingertips.

“Mmm..” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours as you trailed it lower, slowly pulling down your pants and letting it slip inside the white lace of your panties. “Fuck Suguru,” your fingers rubbed along the line of your slit, teasing your clit before you finally allowed them to dip into your wetness.

“A-ah, so good,” you threw your head back into your pillow, thrusting your fingers in and out of your dripping heat with desperation. Trying your hardest to curl them to reach that good spot. Almost there.

“Uhg”

You whined out in frustration, they were not enough. You needed him. Needed his long, veiny fingers.. needed them in you, around your neck, squeezing at your flesh. Anything.

Sighing loudly, you stood up. Walking over to the door of you and your brother’s shared master bathroom. You would usually knock. But he and his friends were clearly getting drunk —and high— downstairs.

Pulling the door open, your eyes widened at the sight of Suguru leaned over your counter. A blunt between his lips as red eyes stared at you through the mirror, his face drenched with tap water.

“A-am sorry, I thought it was e-empty.” you rushed out, your thighs clenching as you watched his muscles flex when he tightened his grip on the counter’s edge.

“Wait.” he called out, stopping you mid track from closing your side of the door. “Come here.”

You gulped hard, shakily walking over to him. “Y-yeah?” Suguru smirked, “you know, it’s cute how flustered you get around me.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, your brain scrambling to find something to say. Suguru only chuckled, “wanna try?” holding the blunt out in your direction. “I.. I don't think Satoru would like that.”

He shrugged, “I won’t tell.” Before stalking over to you and backing you up against the counter. You yelped as his arms hooked under your thighs, swiftly lifting you onto the counter top before situating himself between your legs.

Suguru’s fingers hooked onto your chin, your eyes meeting his as he lifted your head towards him. “Open.” You did as told, parting your lips and watching as he took a hit, blowing the smoke into your open mouth before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your stomach burned with heat, your pussy soaked as his lips found your neck. You let out a soft moan, your hands wrapping around his neck and your fingers raking through the back of his hair. “What about your girlfriend downstairs?” you spoke in between moans.

“Not my girlfriend.” he reassured “And tonight’s all about you.”

You were in heaven, this was somehow going even better than you had imagined.

Setting the rolled paper down, Suguru helped you remove your shirt, his warm hand cupping your breasts before pinching your nipples lightly.

His other hand stroked down the side of your face, his thumb running along your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. A groan sounding in his throat when you sucked lightly as he pressed down on your tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Suguru hurriedly peeled off his shirt, his defined abs on display making you chew softly on your lip.

“Touch them.”

“W-what?”

“Go ahead, touch them.” Grabbing your hands and placing them on the hard muscles, woah.

You could only whimper when Suguru tugged your pants off, his eyes dark at the sight of the white lace covering your pussy.

He looked down at you with a look of confirmation. You looking up at him through long lashes as you nodded, “please.”

That was all he needed, ripping the flimsy material off of you and admiring your glistening cunt. His fingers found your wetness, rubbing between your folds before sinking them into you. A loud moan escaping your lips making his eyes widen.

“Shhh, don’t wanna get caught now do we.”

Suguru’s free hand made its way up to your mouth, muffling your mewls as he curled his fingers up into you. They were perfect. They were hitting just right inside you, and you allowed yourself to moan out his name over and over into his palm. His eyes never leaving yours as you became a mess on his fingers.

Your eyes rolled back with your mouth hung open, drool coating the inside of his hand as you were rocked back and forth on the marbled top. It was happening, it was actually happening.

“Is this what you wanted baby? This what you been waiting for?”

You nodded, your eyes teary as the pads of his fingers pressed into your g spot with every thrust. Your legs hooked tightly around his waist and your toes curling as you began to tremble.

“Cum for me,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you moan out as he nibbled lightly on your lobe. You could only let out a soft cry as you clenched down on his fingers, rocking your hips onto his hand and fucking yourself through your high.

Suguru watched with pure lust as you came, your glassy eyes looking up at him before shutting in pleasure, head falling back as you met your release. You looked like a fucking angel in his eyes. And he wanted nothing more than to be the demon to corrupt you.

“Good girl.” he smirked.

You smiled, your eyes trailing to the blunt once more making Suguru’s smirk grow impossibly wider. Picking it up and bringing it to your plump lips. “Inhale…. there we go. Now let it sit… and exhale... just like that. ” he coaxed, “You like it?”

Your head felt so dizzy, intoxicated even. And you nodded, watching as Suguru took his own hit before blowing it out onto your face.

His fingers dripped with your slick, and he brought them up to his mouth with a smile. Using his tongue to lick up your sweetness before connecting his lips to yours again. The kiss was hard, sloppy, and you moaned loudly as your tongues met.

Pulling away, Suguru flipped you over. Using his knee to spread your legs apart before pushing your chest down onto the cold marble. You let out a needy whine, meeting his eyes in the mirror as his hand wrapped around your neck. The other lining his cock up with your hole.

He let out a choked groan as he eased into you, a loud moan being drawn out of you when he bottomed out. His pelvis flush against your ass.

“S-so tight, fuck.” Suguru’s lips parted in a grunt, using his now free hand to pin both your smaller ones behind your back. “Beg me. Beg me to ruin you.”

You let out a broken cry. “P-please Suguru.. please fuck me, ruin me, anything. ‘m all yours.”

You let out a string of high pitched moans when he began slamming his hips into your. His tip piercing deep within your heat with every thrust.

“F-fuck, y-you.. s-so,” you let out a broken mewl, “so d-deep.” Suguru tightened his hold on your neck, lifting your head slightly to force your eyes to stay on his. A deep growl sounding in his throat when you closed them.

“Look at me when i fuck you.” he demanded, your eyes shooting open and meeting his immediately.

You wanted to be good for him.

Your mouth hung open to form a small o. Soundless cries filling the room as you watched your body jerk forward with each movement of his hips.

You were so tight around him. Even tighter than he had imagined. And he couldn’t help the moans leaving his own mouth as he destroyed your pussy.

“Does that feel good baby? Does my cock feel good inside you?”

You nodded with a whimper, your breathing heavy as you were forced to watch yourself be fucked dumb.

“Words sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, it feels s-so good Suguru.”

“That’s my girl.”

You could feel your legs going weak, your knees trembling as you were fucked into the counter. “Mmm- Suguru,” you moaned, a smirk on his face as he thought back to mere minutes ago when you were moaning his name from your bed. Now you didn’t have to imagine, he was right there.

“‘m so close,” you mewled.

“yeah? gonna make a mess for me? show me how much you wanted this?”

His back bending as he flattened himself onto your back, the position allowing him to hit even deeper than you thought was possible.

“f-fuck,” you cried out, your eyes widening with tears as you felt his dick fucking into you so deep, so good. The pleasure was so intense, the coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap.

“Look at how good you look when you fall apart on my cock.” he praised, “Come on baby— cum for me.” rolling his hips up into you, forgetting about being quiet as he relished in your loud moans and cries. You sounded so pretty for him and him only.

A loud scream fell past your lips when his dick hammered against your g spot. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as you began to gush around him. Eyes rolling back as you basked in the pleasure from your high.. the highest you’d ever been.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he dragged out, breathing getting heavy and his movements sloppy as he gave your pussy its final thrusts.

“Wish i could fill you up more than anything. Fuck, wanna make you mine. Wanted to for so long.” he moaned, voice cracking slightly as his abs tensed.

Suguru groaned, pulling out of you before spilling his cum onto your ass, his head thrown back as he let rope after rope fall onto your plush flesh.

Strong hands held you up before you collapsed, holding you tight against him as he breathed heavily into your back. Your chest heaving in an attempt to steady your own breathing.

Your heart clenched as your eyes trailed over the scene in the mirror. You, Suguru.. together, sweat coating both of your bodies.

Suguru’s voice was soft as he mumbled, “want you so bad.. need you to be mine. i don’t think i can pretend anymore.”

Your heart rate sped up, your tears at the brink of falling as you tried to blink your dream away. It wasn’t a dream. “I— I..” you were at a loss of words.. he wanted you too?

“It’s okay, I know. You don’t quite make it discreet.” he joked, pulling you into a tight embrace and placing a kiss onto your head.

Suguru cursed, letting out a long sigh and picking up the still lit blunt. Taking a hit before releasing it above your head. “What the fuck am i supposed to say if Satoru finds out?”

Oh yeah.. your brother. He would most definitely not approve. Hell, you didn’t know whether he’d be more upset at you or at his best friend. Maybe he’d just kill you both and move on.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door. A very drunk Satoru slurring, “Yo Suguru? You in there? I need to piss bro. Ashley’s downstairs fucking whining for you.” Your brother groaned.

Suguru only shook his head with a silent laugh. “Yeah just give me a second, i’ll be out soon.”

While you, you couldn’t be bothered. You had him. You actually had him. Suguru was yours. And you weren’t just one of his girls. You were his girl.

Hey guys, Bilal ( @bilal-salah0 ) reached out to me recently to share his story with you guys so take a moment to read through this

Please pay attention, dont scroll away

Bilal Salah is a 22 year old who left his beloved city behind and moved to Germany a few months before to better support his family financially and to achieve his hopes and dreams away from the violence at home.

But since the genocide began and with no permanent ceasefire in sight, he has been living in constant fear over the safety of his family of 18 members that he had to leave behind in Gaza. He has been tirelessly fundraising to evacuate them to safety since.

During the past few months his family has faced a lot of difficulties. They have been constantly displaced time and time again, fleeing from the bombardment by the IOF ever since the family home, that had just finished construction right before last october, had been demolished.

I cannot even imagine how difficult every shift must have been with 8 children to care for, including 3 newborn babies.

They are now living in a tent in a refugee camp in Rafah city where basic amenities are denied to them.

In his own words:

They have to strive and risk their lives every day to provide the bare minimum of food and water for everyone, and even that is not always available. Due to the siege imposed on Gaza the markets are almost entirely empty, prices are rocketing, and little to no humanitarian aid is allowed to enter the strip.

In addition to food and water scarcity, the healthcare system in Rafah, has almost entirely collapsed. As a result, my family’s health, already at risk due to malnutrition, poor hygiene, little access to sanitation and the harsh weather conditions in the tent, is now also in serious peril because of the shortage of medicines and medical care.

The three newborns face the same threats, if not greater ones; as baby essentials including formula are barely available. Moreover, the only medical assistance they and their mothers have access to is that of an overcrowded maternity clinic or a field hospital with limited capabilities and equipment.

This is urgent, and they desperately need the funds. I urge you to visit bilal's blog as well as his gfm page and to read his story.

Bilal and his family need your support during this difficult time, so please dont look away.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Evacuate My Family from Gaza to Safety, organized by Bilal salah

Hi everyone, I am Bilal, 22 years old, from Gaza, Palestine. I am reaching… Bilal salah needs your support for Help Evacuate My Family f

July 11th: €53,694 raised of €70,000 target

This gfm is verified and appears on nairuz @/nabulsi and hussein @/el-shab-huasein's list of vetted fundraisers (#136) so please dont hesitate to share and donate.

Please follow bilal's blog for direct updates! They're nearing the final stretch, so please help them out any way you can!