THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN

Every couple has their own little traditions. The little things that you do for each other on specific occasions. Cute things special for a couple to do together.

You and Suguru have a tradition too- you fuck after every concert. It had been completely unintentional until Suguru had joked about how you both couldn’t keep your hands off each other after concerts.

The high of the crowds, blasting music and sweat had you needy for him and Suguru couldn’t help but want to see you under him after getting all that attention from your adoring fans. So you both had made it an official tradition.

Most of the time you both made it to your hotel room or the car before it happened. But tonight was different, you needed Suguru now and he would never deny you anything.

Pulling him by the collar into an empty room you kiss him like you didn’t need to breathe. His hands roamed your body as he angles you how he wants you. Suguru wastes no time in hiking up your skirt and making out with your dripping cunt.

It felt so good, so right to have him there and so much that you didn’t hear the door open.

Throwing your head back and moaning you see him out of the corner of your eye. A lanky, white haired man was standing in the doorway of the room you two had stumbled into staring at the two of you. His face is a shade of red you have never seen before.

“It looks like we have company- Sugu-”

I’m never drawing ever again

Okay so the Yandere!Suguru fic doesn’t have a name yet so ‘Saint’ will be the specific tag for the drabbles.

Listening to Cowboy like me and thinking about Outlaw Yuki

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani

Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to

popular! satoru x artist! reader hcs <3

cw: fluff !!! she/her reader (sorry males 🙁🫶), she's also implied to be sorta loser/not popular-ish, intentional lowercase, might be corny, sorry !!!! NOT proofread because ik ill cringe, im still new to this, please dont shoot me

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popular boyfriend satoru ! who asks you to be his girlfriend via that one trend where you paint each other then show each other the results at the end of the date, except his canvas just said: “will you be my girlfriend?” in bold, pink letters with hearts drawn all around.

(though his proposal was cut short when he saw your canvas, by far the most beautiful portrayal of him he's ever seen. he cherishes that painting.)

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's your number one supporter and BIGGEST fan, no matter what. seriously, you once went through old sketchbooks with him and he was in awe for every one of them, insisting you show him the ones you would immediately try to hide while chanting; ‘if you made it, it'll be beautiful no matter what!’.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who, despite obsessing over your art saying it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, thinks no art could compare to your beauty.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who spends 37% of his time admiring your art, and the other 63% admiring you.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who brags about his beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly perfect, angelic, god send of a girlfriend- (his words, not mine.) -fo all his friends, and secretly sneaks some of your artwork, (the same artwork that you insisted was awful.), into his school bag to show his friends, but keeps your identity a secret since he knows how you feel about large amounts of attention and crowds.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's tried picking up art multiple times just so the both of you could have one more thing in common, but each and every time was quickly humbled and shown that you truly are the artist of the relationship.

“is that a donkey on an airplane..?”

“...it was supposed to be pikachu.”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who adores watching you draw. that pretty look on your face when you're all focused, the way your eyebrows knit together when you're doing the small details, how you subconsciously mirror the facial expressions of the characters you draw and how cute you look getting all embarrassed when he calls it out.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who has tried to pay you for art commissions. multiple times.

“please, babe? it would look so good on my wall!”

“satoru, for the last time, you can have it, but i don't want your money! stop shoving your cash in my face!”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who shoves a couple hundred dollar bills in your bag when you aren't looking. what? it's not like he needs it, he's rich after all!

popular boyfriend satoru ! who always finds it so odd when people ask why he's dating someone like you, because a: they don't even know who ‘you’ are and have just inferred you're a loser based on how he talks about you, and b: even if they did know, how could he not fall in love with you?

popular boyfriend satoru ! who you have completely wrapped around your finger, and you hardly even realize it.

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( a/n : they're so cute i lub them )

Just me and my favourite maniac against the world

is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal

I want to bite Suguru Geto. Anywhere will do but I just to need to bite him, just gnaw on him a bit to show my love.

Hi 💔

I’m sorry if this message feels sudden—I truly don’t want to bother anyone. I’m Areej, a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza 🇵🇸, and I’m reaching out because my family is in desperate need of help.

The war has taken everything. We’ve lost our home 🏚, and we live each day under the constant threat of bombing and starvation 🥀. I’m trying to evacuate my family—my parents, siblings, two small children, a newborn , and my sister who is deaf —to Egypt, where we hope to find safety 🕊️.

If you’re able to donate 💌 or even just share our campaign 🔁, it could bring us one step closer to survival. Every act of kindness means the world right now 🌍🤍.

Thank you for taking a moment to read 🙏

And if you'd prefer not to receive messages like this, please just let me know—I won’t message again.

With love and hope,

Areej 🤍🌿

@supportmykids

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