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goldenroutledge · 2 years ago

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next to you

pairing ⤜ rafe cameron x reader

word count ⤜ 1.1k

summary ⤜ mornings with your husband, rafe.

warning(s) ⤜ this work contains a MAJOR season three spoiler! but other than that just fluff? might be on the hurt/comfort side just a smidge

a/n ⤜ he looks so BOYFRIEND in this outfit! i’ve been having so much writer’s block i haven’t written in a year at least, but my babygirl mila @msgorillagripcoochie inspired me with this idea <3 this isn’t canon rafe btw literally none of my work is canon compliant

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Steam fogged the mirrors of the en-suite bathroom, slowly dissipating with the cooler air being let in from the bedroom. White towel hanging around his hips, Rafe sat at the edge of the bed you shared, staring down the vast space of the walk-in closet.

Fidgeting with the ring on his finger, nerves coursed through his body, and it was in times like these that he remembered the days of drinking scotch before 11am. But that was a thing of the past, he reminded himself just as quickly as the thought popped into his mind.

Today he was meeting with an old teacher from his alma mater, who grew to be one of his favorites. Probably his only favorite.

Rafe was never a scholar or anything, something Ward didn’t allow him to forget. He just learned differently, from someone like Sarah who could barely show up to school three times a week and still pass every exam.

It wasn’t until Rafe found himself with a 67% in his social studies class and less than a month left in the semester to turn his grade around that he was forced to attend office hours.

The first day was embarrassing. He felt like an idiot in the first place, seeing as his horrible grades pretty much spoke for themselves. But even more so now that he had to stay longer at school because he was an idiot.

Rafe stayed silent for the most part. Letting the professor do most of the talking, letting him know which assignments and topics he needed to perform well on to end the class with a passing grade.

It wasn’t until that Friday, his professor knocked some sense into him.

« “You know you’ll never learn anything if you don’t ask questions, right?”

Rafe rolled his eyes, tired of sitting prisoner in the chair of his teacher’s office. “What do you want me to ask?”

“Anything.”

“I don’t have questions.” He lied unconvincingly.

“Every time I teach you, Rafe, I can see the gears turning in your head. You’re a smart kid. But I can’t help you excel if you don’t engage. I get it, alright. I felt stupid asking a bunch of questions in front of everyone in school too but I need you to be receptive. Help me help you, Mr. Cameron.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Okay. We can start with assigning you a peer tutor.”

Rafe wanted to laugh. Or cry, he wasn’t sure. The whole thing was just ridiculous to him at this point.

“She’ll be someone you can talk with about the material, ask questions to, someone you can trust to help you get back on track. Are you familiar with Y/n Y/ln?” »

Little did he know, Mr. Murphy would be getting the boot by the school board. Something about budget cuts, as if the kook parents of the island didn’t give enough donations to the school to keep the water fountains at a perfectly cold temperature.

Not because their books were falling apart or because their desks were chipping. Because people are selfish, and the new headmistress of the academy felt like the money could be better spent remodeling her office. It was laughable, really.

Today, that professor was back on the island, and reached out to Rafe to meet with him following the news of Ward’s death. Not that he mentioned that specifically in his email, though it was mostly implied that he’d wanted to check up on Rafe after everything.

And with all the questions he’d probably be asked today during this lunch with his old mentor, all he could ponder over was what he was going to wear. Perhaps it was a method of procrastination, to get his mind off of everything else.

Rafe sighed. “Y/n?”

At hearing his voice echoing through the house, you slid your bookmark in between the pages and followed his voice upstairs into your shared bedroom.

“You called?”

“I need your help.”

Your eyebrows raised involuntarily at the sight before you; no matter how many times you’d seen Rafe almost naked (and actually naked), he never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“Help getting dressed?”

He nods, confirming that you’re always good at reading his mind. “Dress me, please?”

You chuckled, pulling some articles of clothing from the hangers and drawers. It was just lunch, so it wasn’t like he needed anything too business-y. His striped blue and orange shirt had always been one of your favorites, though he seemed to look good in almost anything.

You threw a pair of boxers over to him, keeping your back turned as you still rummaged through the closet. No matter how irresistible he was, there wasn’t any time for funny business this morning.

“There’s no need to be nervous, y’know. Mr. Murphy has always liked you.”

How do you always know what he’s thinking, damnit. “Yeah. I guess.”

He pulled the striped shirt over his head while you found pants for him to wear.

“Just don’t want him to think I’m still the same loser I was back then.”

“You’ve never been a loser, Rafe.”

“Maybe not in your eyes.” His lips stretched into a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He put on the pants you picked for him, sitting back down to look up at you.

“Definitely not in my eyes.”

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so his head rested on your stomach. The tips of your fingernails lightly scratched the back of his neck as you embraced.

“Do you remember the science fair? Freshman year?”

Rafe hummed in response. “Ward thought it was stupid. I asked him to come and he didn’t. Said he would be too embarrassed when I lost.”

“And then what happened? You won the whole damn thing.”

“I won the whole damn thing.” He smiled against your skin, repeating your words softly.

“You’ve never been a loser.”

Kneeling down, you placed your hands on his thighs, and gave him a sweet kiss.

“You’ve already accomplished so much.” You affirmed, reminding him of the businesses he had taken over since Ward died. Still, Rafe was unsure if he could rise to the occasion.

You took the ends of his jeans and cuffed them, knowing he’s terrible at doing it himself. They always come out uneven. And conveniently enough, he likes spending these quiet moments together. Neither of you would trade them for anything.

“I married you.” He cooed, taking your left hand in his and letting his thumb glide across the ring on your finger. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

“That it was.” You cheesed, letting him pull you up to straddle him. “Next time you think you’re not accomplished, Rafey…” You peppered soft kisses to his jawline. “Remember that you’ve got me.”

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girlsneedff · 3 months ago

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NSFW- Minors and Ageless blogs please dni

Nepo-baby!Gojo x f!Reader, Gojo’s a loser/desperate, Modern AU, Masturbation (Gojo), slight public masturbation (tbh it’s just Satoru being down bad)

Word count: 4.5k

Author’s yap: Ok ok ok so- I started this when the lack of AC in my dorm was frying my brain, and it gave me an idea. Now I’m freezing my ass off and fantasizing about the heat. This isn’t too smutty, but if I’m still into this, I might expand… Enjoy pooks <3

Dive In!

It’s hot as shit outside, and you know what that means: the college rec center pool’s gonna be packed.

Every god-forsaken year, the Earth teeters a bit too close to the Sun just around the time that students are moving those obnoxious highlighter-colored carts up and down the streets carrying their belongings. Everyone’s wiping their foreheads, a content sigh when they step into the lobby of the dorm building. This doesn’t last too long, unfortunately. Because as soon as you step onto a resident floor, let alone an actual dorm room, it’s like Satan pulled apart his ass cheeks and sandwiched you right in between ‘em.

Hot as shit and there’s no AC, so for the very unlucky majority who didn’t bring a fan (as instructed by housing, who don’t live under these conditions, mind you), they’re stuck sizzling in their dorms, hopelessly opening their dusty windows for wishing for any semblance of a draft to come in.

It’s miserable. But luckily, there’s a solution! And no, it’s not fighting someone’s mom for the last desk fan in Target.

It’s the university’s recreational pool! Open to all students, it’s like a gift from Heaven (or a college alumni). Everyone, and I mean everyone, is there.

It’s like a big pool party (albeit indoors)- everyone’s got some sort of appendage in the water, trying to cool off. A few girls have their towels set up on the side, lying on their stomach as they scroll on their phone or read a book. A couple of people brought a beach ball- tossing it around. You're sitting on the side chatting with your roommate, Shoko, kicking your feet into the water, as she leans on the rim of the pool, hair up in a clip.

“I don’t get why they haven’t installed any AC units- or even central air.”

“If they even think about renovating, G. Hall will literally fall into smithereens.”

Shoko jokes, resting her chin in her hand as she looks up at you, tiredly.

“As if the Gojo clan wouldn’t be able to donate more money for a renovation. That’s pocket money for them.” You yawn, drained too. The heat is tiring. Especially after the two of you just finished setting up your dorm together for the third year in a row- this time, without your parents to help y’all. Y’all were burning up, and you needed to cool down- real bad.

You do a scan of the pool. Some familiar faces, others not so much. The school’s big as shit, and you keep to yourself and your group- you don’t need to know everybody. Yuki’s in the water with her boyfriend, playing chicken with some other people. She’s got a death grip on his pigtails, almost as if she’s steering him around, smothering his face between her thighs. A guy named Kento- your study partner from last year- is over by the stairs to the pool- wanting to be in it, but not completely submerged. He seems to be enjoying his time by himself. Ino and his boys are the ones hitting around the beach ball, splashing around in the extremely crowded pool.

“Look at all of our sorry asses…” You mutter, sighing as you sip on a drink you brought.

“When I didn’t want summer to end, I wasn’t talkin about the heat. But whatever. 2 more weeks being in the 8th circle of hell, and it’s back to our regularly scheduled progra- oh my-” Shoko stops mid sentence, her eyes glued to something as she hits your thigh profusely.

“What- what? Yaga in a jock strap?” You finally turn and see him (Shoko side eyes you- why would you want to look at Yaga in a jock strap). The man, The myth. The… nuisance.

“I thought he was too good to come here and hang with the common folk.”

“Maybe he wanted to cosplay as a broke college student like the rest of us for a day.”

Satoru Gojo- ultimate legacy, trust fund baby, nepo spawn, and just all-around spoiled brat. And he’s proud of it. Wearing blue Versace swim shorts and his sunglasses indoors, which only works for him with his scary ass eyes, he saunters into the place, expressing unbelievable childlike wonder at the sight of the pool.

“So this is what a public pool is like!”

“You don’t have to sound pretentious.” Suguru quips, walking in front of his best friend to scan the area. It’s crowded as a bitch in this place.

“I’m just- amazed, that's all. And you come here by yourself?”

“No. With other friends. Because I’m likable.”

Satoru frowns at that, shifting his beach chair under his arm uncomfortably.

“And it’s not like you’d come.” This was true. Under normal circumstances, Satoru wouldn’t step foot in this place. The water wouldn’t be good for his skin. But, when his pool’s getting renovated, he figures that he has no choice. He thought that there would be 5, maybe 10 people there. Well, he now knows he was wrong; almost all of JJU: Tokyo is here. And he’s now also made aware of the fact that most students don’t have AC.

He follows behind Suguru as he leads them through the crowd of bodies, the heat radiating from them all damn near breaking Satoru out into a sweat.

“Here- and lean that chair up against the wall or something. It’ll take up too much space.” Suguru says, as he hunkers down on the floor, scooting up to the clearing at the rim of the pool. He smooths the back of his hair up, readjusting his ponytail, sighing when his legs hit the water.

Yea… Satoru’s not doin that. He brought this chair, and he’s gonna use it, spatial awareness be damned. Ignoring all of the dirty looks he gets from people, he sets his chair right next to his friend (who is pretending not to know him) and sits, reclining with a dramatic sigh that only Satoru could argue was authentic. He crosses his legs and puts his hands woven behind his head, looking up and basking… in the industrial light.

“You can’t tan under this IKEA lighting.” Suguru says, not even bothering to look in Satoru’s direction.

“Yea- well, what do you propose that I do?” Satoru can feel himself getting slightly irritated with this public pool shit.

“Get in the water. That’s what we came here for, right.”

Satoru clumsily folds up his chair, not even bothering to go lean it against the wall in fear that he’d lose his sliver of access to the water (he doubts that Suguru would save it for him right now to be honest). Slowly but surely, he eases himself down into the water, holding his breath. He can already feel that he’s goin to need several bubble baths (extra bubbles) after this. He even closes his eyes, wading in the water and trying to get comfortable.

And then Satoru jumps into something. With a slight jolt, he looks over his shoulder and he’s gobsmacked seeing you look back at him, glasses threatening to fall off his dripping face.

He quickly gathers himself, pushing his glasses up then running his hand through his hair. And then he subtly recoils, realizing he just let that filthy shit in his scalp.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Shoko’s got a shit-eating grin on her face, as you look at this man, somewhat horrified. Never did you think that you would ever meet this man face to face, but here he is- back to leg. And he’s hot- I mean, not in the physical way (well, you don’t think he’s bad looking but-) he’s quite literally hot to the touch. It’s abnormal- his body temperature’s like magma.

“Sorry.” He gives you a faint smile, the right dimple he has showing slightly.

“No worries.”

There’s a period of silence, and you take this opportunity to try and turn back to your friend, but he pipes up.

“I’m Satoru, by the way. What’s your name?”

You turn to look at him, gears turning in your head as your decide whether or not you want to give him a fake name or-

Yuki calls your name from the center of the pool and you almost curse at the timing.

“Wanna hop in this round?” She calls, Choso’s hands on her thighs to steady her while her hands are cupped around her mouth, calling out to you. Choso brings them closer.

“No, I’m ok. I don’t have a partner-”

“I’ll be your partner.” Satoru practically has stars in his eyes. "If... you want me to be, though. I'm a stranger, so- so stranger danger…”

Oh brother, he’s rich and a fuckin loser.

"So you wanna play, rich boy?" Yuki asks him, completely neglecting the shudder that both you and Satoru do in response to his whack ass comment. Shit, even Choso winces in response, trying to regulate his usually very expressive face just in case Satoru sees, tells his clan, and Choso’s scholarship ends up revoked.

Satoru manages to stammer out a yes, though followed by him saying he understands if he wasn't invited to play.

"This is not kindergarten- you can play with the big kids." She jokes, hopping off her boyfriend's shoulders and into the water.

"I'll be your partner for this round, if that helps. I’m good at it, don’t worry." You're absolutely elated that Yuki offered herself- you're not sure if you would have been able to team up with Satoru. You and Choso are cool, exchanging a grin as you hop off of the ledge of the pool, plowing through the water over to him.

"Ok...."

"..."

"How do you play chicken?"

Good grief.

“I’ll teach you, then.” Yuki wades over to Satoru, and his lips contort into a nervous grin. He just prays that he doesn’t embarrass himself (anymore than he already has) in front of you.

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Satoru ain't shit at playing chicken.

“I’m best friends with a bubble boy…” Suguru mutters under his breath, running his hand painstakingly over his face as he watches Satoru look like a cat in water.

Any splash to his face, and he's completely selling, allowing Yuki to fall off (much to her dismay) or giving you and Choso enough time to make y'all's way over to them to attack. It was to the point that your body was completely dry, save for your feet. Slowly but surely though (after like, 5 rounds), he begins to get the hang of it, getting over his disdain for this rancid water touching his face and accepting the fact that he'll have to do several deep cleanings of his pores when he gets home.

He's actually starting to have fun- settling more into the atmosphere and letting his competitiveness show. And you're not minding it. You were dreading having to interact with him at first, let alone play a game with him because you thought that he would be a dick, but you were wrong. Well, not exactly wrong- but he was less dicky than you thought.

“Ok- time to switch for the next round!” Yuki says with a smile (which looks slightly elated, in your opinion) as she hops off of Satoru’s shoulders.

“Hm? We don’t stay with the same partners every round?” Satoru asks- something you were also thinking. For once you too seem to be on the same page about this game.

“No! We switch every round.” What a goddamn liar. She’s just tired of losing because the pretty princess is scared of getting his face wet.

This means that you’re stuck with the pretty princess. Fuck.

You slowly climb down Choso, who is simultaneously welcoming his girlfriend with open arms. Satoru’s mind is moving a mile a minute with every little ripple of water to inadvertently send in his direction.

You make your way over to the ledge of the pool, hoisting yourself up, and by Heaven- Satoru can see your ass jiggle out of his peripheral and he almost seizes. You turn around, and sit on the ledge, just looking at him. And he swears he’s getting closer to going into cardiac arrest with every second of him being the center of your attention.

“Come here-” You beckon, motioning for him with your hand. He nods helplessly, trying not to look too desperate with how fast he’s moving to you.

“Now I’m not as good as Yuki, so if we lose, it’s not entirely on you this time.” You smile, scooting up, placing your legs over his shoulders. Good lord does this man smell… expensive. It’s good. I’m not talking played out Dior Savauge, I’m talking Hermès, Dolce and Gabbana. You’re a sucker for a good smelling man. Even if this one is quite literally the most dramatic man on Earth.

“I’m not good at all, so anything you do I’ll watch with awe.” He places his hands on your thighs- jeez, his hands are big.

You laugh, thinking he’s joking. He’s not.

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You shift nervously on Satoru's shoulders, while Satoru is quite literally in Heaven- though, he would prefer it if his face were the other way. He has never been this close to a woman outside of his family, so this entire interaction was rocking his small little world. He's keeping his hands on your thighs while his mind is completely mush, his ears are flushed. It’s like as soon as you got on his shoulders, his ability to comprehend anything said to him was decimated.

“Satoru- Satoru!”

You call to him as Choso and Yuki splash towards you, Yuki’s face wearing a huge smile now that she’s got the upper hand. You call him again, and all this bumbling buffoon can manage to say to you is “Uh-huh, u-uh-huh.”

(Shoko runs to the bathroom, almost peeing herself from laughing too hard.)

Fuck it- thinking quick, you grab a hold of his hair, trying to Remi-Ratatouille him around. And surprisingly- it works!

Left you go!

Right- to the riiiighhhhhhhhttttt-

Satoru has no fuckin idea what’s going on right now. He’s just happy to be here, a grinning mess while you pull him around the pool, narrowly avoiding Yuki, who’s maniacal laughter trails behind the two of you.

It’s like riding a horse the way he thoughtlessly follows your pull.

“Satoru- are you ok?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at your opponents. You’re hoping that your teammate will stop being so useless, gain back consciousness, and help you the fuck out.

Getting desperate, you palm the side of his face, shaking it. Suddenly, he stops moving, and it’s like his breath is caught in his throat- a sound was caught in it? You don’t know what happened, because the next thing you knew, Yuki and Choso came crashing into you, causing you and Satoru to fly into the water.

Gasping for air, you paddle in the water, eyes burning profusely. Satoru comes up soon after this, and you glare at him.

His cheeks are flushed, as he lets out deep, heavy breaths. “Sorry..” Is all he could seem to muster out, giving you a nervous grin.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Satoru’s starting to get the hang of it. Ok maybe not really- but he’s more active at least. You appreciate that, as well as the banter he’s contributing. His socially inept demeanor is slowly dissolving, and he’s flinching less and less at the water.

You’re actually having a lot of fun with him.

“You guys can’t keep running forever!” Yuki yells, getting kind of frustrated from how the two of you keep slipping out of her grasp.

“Oh really? watch us.” Satoru’s grip tightens on your thighs as he splashes around to put more distance between y’all, causing you to squeal.

“Satoru if I fall- go slow!” You say in between laughing fits.

“Just hold on, and you won’t!”

Maybe you too had a fighting chance with this. Actually- you think you might win at least a round or two.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

You two lost. Miserably. Yuki’s a fucking beast, and Choso’s the definition of an immovable force. You guys could only get away from them for so long- let’s not forget the pool’s crowded as shit. Y’all didn’t stand a chance. But hey- Satoru’s not too bad. Maybe he was just having a rough time adjusting to talking to people who don’t have a networth of $1 million+. But it was fun, you can not lie.

Satoru’s laugh is airy while he allows you to get off of his shoulders, listening to you teasing him for his performance. You shuffle yourself back onto the ledge of the pool next to Shoko, who seems to be in deep conversation with Suguru.

“I never thought that someone could be that bad at Chicken.”

“Hey- I prefaced this entire thing with the fact that I didn’t know how to play.” He laughs again- he’s so giggly right now, removing himself from between your legs and going to the area next to you, places his head in his hand while he looks up at you.

“Yea, but that bad?”

“Mention it again and I’ll have a meeting with Financial Aid about you.”

The both of you crack up.

…He’s kind of pretty- somewhere in the game he pushed his sunglasses up onto his hair, wet strands of white sticking to his forehead.The sight of his smile warms you up a bit inside. When he’s down here with the common people, he’s a pretty cool person to be around.

“I can see why you don’t come here often, then.” You say, tiling your head towards him.

“Ah, well, I usually just go to my par-” Satoru’s voice dies off. How about he doesn’t talk about his privilege for a bit. Cosplay a normal college student for a little- at least with you. He wants to relate to you- to get to know you on all levels- as much as humanly possible.

“I… just didn’t see a purpose for it before. But this was fun.”

“A sign for you to come more often, then.”

“Will you be here?”

You smirk. “Why, so you can get our asses whooped in a game again?”

He grins, right dimple once again making an appearance.

“Just asking- the poop- pool- pool. Fuck. The pool’s nice.” He sighs- covering his face in embarrassment, cheeks swelled up with blood.

“Sorry. Waterlog.”

You burst out laughing- his slip up and awkward responses are starting to grow on you. It’s cute.

“Well I’m sure that you have AC, so you don’t have to worry too much about being hot and sticky in a room.”

“Mmmwell,” He takes a breath, “I wouldn’t mind being hot and sticky with- hm.”

He pauses, letting his embarrassment settle in. “I’ll stop trying to talk now.”

This gets another giggle from you. “You could just say that it would be nice to see me again.” You adjust your bikini bottoms (haha) up on your hips, and then place your hand to your side to lean closer to him.

“It would be, yes.”

“I guess it wouldn’t be too bad to see you, either.”

“Satoru. We gotta go-” Suguru stands up from the ledge with a stretch. “We needa go grab groceries for the apartment.”

Satoru groans. He swiftly hoists himself up out of the water effortlessly (he hopes that you were watching, thanking the lord that he constantly worked out at the apartment gym) and quickly grabs his chair, holding it in front of himself.

“I’ll see you- and the pool again.”

“Mhm.” You wave him bye while he trails behind Suguru out of the pool room.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

He came in the pool.

He. Fucking. Came.

Sperm swimming in the chlorine.

He doesn't even know how it happened. With every tug of his white tufts, his dick throbbed and twitched, rubbing against the fabric of his swim shorts in a way that was driving him mad. He was already fighting for his life with having your pussy pressed up against the back of his neck. And the way that you called his name- Oo, it was dizzying for him.

Next thing he knew, your hand was on his face, and he was biting the shit out of his tongue trying not to moan, knees buckling while he shoots into the water.

And you smiled at him!

He practically talked Suguru’s ear off (nothing new) in the car about it while on the drive back to their apartment. Besides the cumming in his pants part- nah, he’s taking that to the grave. He was just so giddy about the day. His first flirtatious interaction with the opposite sex! How exciting!

“Yea yea I get it she’s so pretty, you get hard thinking about her, and you come in your pants just thinkin about her. Can we get out of fantasyland and go into Trader Joe’s now?”

Suguru rolls his eyes, looking out the passenger seat window, his arm hanging out. Satoru flushes.

“Why would anybody cum in the pool?”

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But yes, where was he? Oh yea, his hand’s fisting his cock.

He doesn’t know how his hand ended up there.

Oh, he was so pathetic today. He couldn’t even speak normally to you, let alone touch you without short-circuiting. And the way you looked at him. Like he was an absolute idiot- he’s never had anyone look at him like that before… except Suguru but it’s not the same. In a weird way, it turns him on. At least he redeemed himself slightly in the end, while he was subtly rubbing himself against the pool walls, the small dips in the tiling making the friction so much more enjoyable.

What a fucking loser, getting off to the sound of your voice- and in a public place? Your pretty little laugh did wonders to him. And to be under your gaze with such scrutiny- ohmygod he was so happy he brought that chair, using it to cover his hard-on as he smiled at you like an idiot, following behind his best friend like a preschooler going back inside after recess.

He loved seeing how you adjusted your bathing-suit, nipples becoming erect as soon as you got out of the pool. The way that your pussy was a flimsy cloth away from coming into real contact with him- he is swimming in his thoughts right now.

And you smelt so good- it’s definitely nothing he’s ever smelt before (because he’s been close to any woman that’s had a scent worth below $200). The smell is just so- you (he plans on driving to every single fragrance store to pinpoint said scent so he can spray it on his pillow to smell while he plays with himself).

There’s nothing he wouldn’t give to have you splayed out on his bed with his head between your thighs, eating you out until you’re frantically calling for him, a tight grip on his hair the way that only you can do. Fucking his hand while you moan, for him- he’d go bankrupt to hear it. He would make you feel good- he knows it- he’ll make it his life’s mission. The little stutters and quivers you’d make when you would get close, pleading for him to make you cum. And don’t even get him started on how he would feel when his cock sinks into you. He’s confident that he wouldn’t last any longer within five minutes. As soon as he pushes past the rim, he’d be shooting ropes. So he’d have to eat you out first to save the little slivers of his dignity that he has left.

He wonders- would you think he was big? Would you struggle taking him? Fuck, seeing you whine and moan, begging him with cute little “slow down”s and whimpering about how good he’s stretching your cunt.

He’s so stuck up in the way that your hands entangled themselves into his hair- fuck- he lets out a helpless whine as he continues his fuck sesh, moving his hand upupup, the ring of precum chasing his hand with each stroke. You used his body with little regard to how he would feel- not like he cared. You could use him however the hell you’d like. Fuck, his dick was aching with each tug.

And you got in that water.

He’s filthy- just so- so depraved for the way that that makes him harder, causing him to stroke himself faster. You were practically bathing in his cum, albeit unknowingly. How fucking nasty is that? He pictures you accidentally swallowing it- what would it be like watching you actually take it? Would you replicate your teary, chlorine-stung eyes while you were on your knees for him, throat fucked-out, tongue lolled, and waiting for his cum?

With that, he’s seeing stars, shooting comets onto his satin sheets, utterances of “Oh fuck”s and “I’m cumming”s, and finally, with a sigh, says your name while his lower torso twitches from the sensitivity, accompanied with the cool breeze his fan is blowing onto his handless cock.

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“The amount of emails we’ve been getting about the heat is starting to get a bit concerning, I must admit.” One of the chairs of the university says, mouth full of food.

All of the important figure heads of the college are sitting at the Gojo family’s long dinner table, conversing like the old buddies they are. It’s a usual thing for them to do, where they chat about stupid, unimportant uppity-rich people things, like school funding or whatever.

“What do you think we should do about this?” The housing chair directs this question to Satoru’s father, who opens his mouth before his son interrupts quickly, voice booming in the confident air that he learned to develop with people in (or slightly below- not too far below) his tax bracket.

“My friend’s in the dorms say that the dorms are pretty cool- It’s cold in there, even.” Satoru says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders while he pushes his wagyu around on his plate.

What a fuckin liar, but it’s the cross he’s willing to bare in order to see you again. Bikini covering the parts that make his mouth water, fanning yourself from the heat- hot and bothered, just like him. It’ll be worth the possible pimples he’ll get.

With this, the big-wigs frame their decision around this.

“Oh, really? It’s already so cold…”

“it would also mean that we would have to expand the budget.”

“The students should be fine without AC. If anything, the pool is open.”

Satoru looks down, smiling to himself.

If the students of Jujutsu University: Tokyo knew that the only reason they’re not getting AC units is because Satoru Gojo, all-around nepo-baby, spoiled brat, and pussy-whipped loser wants to have a chance to see the girl he fucks himself to at the pool again, they’d barbeque and skewer him alive.

#jjk #gojo x black reader #gojo satoru #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk satoru #i love losers

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lordelmelloi2 · 8 months ago

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we need help again...

I hate hate hate hate to make this post but we could really use some help. Mostly because I am uninsured until my job opens enrollment for its health insurance in June and on the eve of us signing the apartment lease tomorrow, I have contracted strep throat from my coworkers. Hooray!

I'm gonna try and get an appointment at the community health center doctor's tomorrow because I straight up don't have the money or time to go to the CVS minuteclinic across the street. They said it was $139 for a strep appointment without insurance, I said hell no... If I wait another day I can try and get a sliding scale $40 appt at the doctors. Right now is just stressful because we need money and because they didn't give us our security deposit back I'm not going to have enough money for my bills the beginning of the month. Plus there are literally THREE prescriptions I have asides from however much a Z pack will likely cost and one of them is an ointment from a compound pharmacy that I don't have money to pay for~!!!! 😭😭😭

Asides from that I am afraid that we miscalculated how much we have for rent for May so I'm trying to see about covering those costs so we aren't paying 3 days late into the month of May for our May rent first month. I really don't want to have a bad first impression with these people. They've been very kind to us so far with renting this new place but I don't want to push the limits.

I've already asked my dad for help but he wasn't able to spare enough for us to be totally covered + he needs me to pay him back by August. During the month of April I also applied to multiple credit unions for personal loans and got rejected...

So my total expenses are:

- Medication/Doctor's visit (including pre-existing prescriptions that I haven't had the money to pick up) ($160)

- Phone bill ($75 for this first month, should be going down next month as verizon charges my account with different coding)

- costs for rent/move (like hopefully $200 idk. I think we can swing the last hundred)

In addition: Because of my history of struggling with commissions due to my psychiatric disability, I don't really want to do this but if you donate a sum above $100 you can ask me to digitally paint something for you. Please no complicated requests or anything since I've been struggling with art for years now from depression/anxiety etc. but I would feel indebted to you if I didn't do anything. If this is something you'd like please DM me/send me an ask off anon.

* As for why we have been so financially fucked this month. Our current apartment complex (yes the one with the leaks, roaches, harmful construction noises etc.) has kept our security deposit which has us out $300 that we could've used towards the new place. They have fucked us over one last time.

My paypal as always is at: paypal.me/roseod

And please share if you can. Every reblog/donation of even a small amount is appreciated. Thank you all so much for supporting me.

#mutual aid

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briearesea · 29 days ago

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Mark Zuckerberg, WHO OWNS OVER 1300 ACRES OF BEACHFRONT LAND IN HAWAII, MORE THAN DOUBLE THE SIZE OF CENTRAL PARK, has donated $626,000 to support affordable housing in Kaua'i.

Dang, a $626,000 donation.....

Wow, a $300,000,000 superyacht. Damn that's a lot more than $626,000.

Dang, 400,000 litres of fuel to travel from San Francisco to Tahiti. Hmm, I wonder what ship diesel prices are like in the bay area?

Convert litres to gallons

$636,000. That is more than his donation to affordable housing.

So zuck spent more than his housing donation just to buy gas for a surfing trip.

Like, sure $626,000 is definitely going to help build an apartment complex, but jesus fucking christ imagine having the means to do so much good in the world but you would rather buy superyachts and spent fuck off huge amounts of money and gas for your dumb fucking boat, then dangle some of your crumbs for the poors to fight over. What a piece of shit, I hope he gets hit by a rogue wave.

*edited after I noticed that I calculated for gallons instead of liters. But my point still stands. My bad, I'm a fucking american, I default to gallons.

#mark zuckerberg #eat the rich

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franki-lew-yo · 1 month ago

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Worst year of your life so far

It's hard not to feel like every time a moderately good and nice or even great thing happens to me I ought to expect and inconvenience or a TERRIBLE thing to happen right after. This is genuinely why I'm afraid to be happy. I don't have an exact religion, I'm just certain that I am in fact an evil person or at least some evil person's revitalized soul. Since November of last year my life has been, in this order:

>Receive notice that I might owe SSI 15k because a miscalculation says they're overpaying me. I don't have 15k or stashed away 15k. I've been using every cent of money given to survive and pay back overdue fees. Life coach is sure I won't have to pay anything. I don't believe her.

>Find out that the location of my jobsite is being terminated within a week before the site is closed down. Can not be moved to a new location. The chain is dying. No location has room for me.

>Spend the days up to Christmas helping my coworkers who were a lot of times my only non-family communication, tear apart our store and then become strangers. The worst part is when they have me throw out hundreds of dollars of boutique clothes because the company wants to write it off as a reduction, DIRECTLY into a garbage bin. We'll be terminated from any further locations if we're caught trying to save or sneak away with anything. It's Christmas time and here's some clothes for needy people and my company is literally throwing them in a landfill. I just watch.

>Is repeatedly told by my job coach, REPEATEDLY, that I will get a job at a place which shares my old workplace's union. Nope. I don't. They string the both of us along for four months. By the time we move on to a new place in mind THAT job opportunity fizzles out after too many tries. My job coach and I have a fight and he doesn't talk to me or wants to see me. I feel nothing but shame. He and his wife are going through their own crisis.

>While ALL of this is happening I'm watching an active genocide a take place in real time. I try to do my daily clicks and boycott as much as possible. Come August I use up the rest of my unemployment money donating to any vetted fundraiser I can. I hope, I HOPE every time that THIS MONTH must be the last month of this slaughter. The powers that be have to do something...the answer is a resounding no. More and more innocent families are butchered. I can't offer anything really substantial.

>TWICE. TWICE IN ONE YEAR- my EBT gets cut off until I repeal it.

>My sister and I are both unemployed and in mental (in her case physical anguish). We blow up at each other more than once, especially over politics. She gets a job that she hates and is dangerous before the thankfully quits. She gets another job and is layed off for no reason in the same week she gets it.

>Can't afford a real dentist. Have to do a dentist-intern who tells me to watch my cavities that I have but no they can't do anything about it.

>My laptop's mouse stops working. It's fine for tablet but it means I need to use an external mouse for everything casual and writing. I'm already avoiding doing too much digital artwork on account of not wanting to wear down my system. Oh also my screen has a shadow on in.

>My mom is evicted from the house she and her boyfriend have lived in for years now and is forced to live in my grandpa's house which HE'S been forced to move out of. It was also a house I had lived in for awhile as well and so all of my sister and my own childhood things have to come back with us to our apartment. We don't have room. I'm going to have to downsize so many of my things.

>Catch covid because I was too stupid to bother with a booster. It delays getting me my new job and tasting anything for a month. Also delays me getting to work on the art I need done by September/October.

>Dog gets a bad flea infestation almost immediately after this because of summer heat. Also she wasn't on flea medication when it happened.

>My new job is two days a week rather than three. Lesser pay than what I used to have. All throughout October my schedule is cut to one day a week. I can never truly finish my job for my supervisors like they need to of me.

>Life coach assigns new job specialist; the one who got me my job. New specialist tells me all about Tiktok and how I need it and how I ought to download and post more on there. When I ask her for help navigating the platform and for her to help me on my social media art campaign; she shuts me out. Tells me repeatedly she's not versed in social media and tells me to instead take an online class. That's not what I want from her I want her to support me as an artist and that means occasionally just following my pages. She gives me a hard "no". Literally all my plans for a semi-active youtube, tiktok and instagram campaign fall apart. If I can not be supported even emotionally what's the POINT??

>I learn just this night how I unintentionally deeply hurt one of my oldest friends on the platform when I get the courage to ask if she's really upset with me or not. She blocks me mid me trying to ask for more information on the incident that hurt her. I do think I wronged her, but it's that I didn't even know I did that HURTS. Another one of my friends is right in the way of a frikin hurricane.

>Sister/Roommate is diagnosed with a condition that makes drawing difficult. I try not to draw near or around her as much as possible. It hurts. We are both still artists.

>Next door neighbor who's made creepy sexual comments about me to my sister throws dog poop on my sister's car at night. He thinks it's our dog even though I'M THE ONE picking up our dog's poop every single time.

and finally

>Country elects the same admitted fascist we kicked out for starting a riot.

Art, fandom and my dog is literally all I have. It is my one and only escape and happiness. I would be proud of myself and how much I've matured since just last year, but I can't. I can't be because I'm too miserable and so is everyone else around me. People tell me it's my fault or not my fault, people tell me I can help but won't or that I can't help at all. It's never enough. I wish I could be a better friend towards every one of you. I wish I could be a better creator. I wish I could find the time in my schedule to find a time in my therapists' schedule to see me again. All I ever feel like is an entitled garbage heap for even complaining when so many people are suffering to such an insane degree. Even the campaign people coming to me about how they want me to reblog their posts trigger me on account of how so many seem to forget they've already talked to me before. The fact that I am forgotten by circumstances where people can't remember anyone's username hurts me when it shouldn't.

I just want it all to stop.

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And, for the first time, I actually want to thank you if you somehow read any of this. This is going to get deleted soon (or maybe not) because it is a trauma dump and TMI.

And yet I genuinely needed to get all of that off my chest. I am INCREDIBLY stressed out and hate to feel bad for myself because that just makes me hate myself and then feel more bad for myself AGAIN rather than do what I keep saying I want to do and help people. I wish this clarity and odd inner-peace wasn't brought about by such turmoil and inner pain. I wish that so much. I guess to quote Art Spiegelman quoting someone else: "Samuel Beckett once said: 'Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.'...but then again, he did say it."

#vent #rant #hurt #hurt/comfort

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waltwhitmansbeard · 1 year ago

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this is literally all i could think about on my drive to work today so i present to you

what cars would vox machina drive?

keyleth: you know she's a subaru girlie, olive green and dented (bc lbr keyleth would not be the best driver) and covered in just ALLLL the bumper stickers, for state parks and liberal politicians from like two decades ago and charities she doesn't even remember donating to (she has three different "who saved who?" bumper stickers and she doesn't know how she got any of them). there's a rattle that starts whenever she gets over 40 mph but she's choosing to ignore it.

percy: this is an old money bitch so you know he has a bunch of cars, mercedes and aston martins and bentleys, but i think his go-to is a brick of a rolls royce, dark gray bc black is too obvious

vax: an olllllllld black thunderbird that is absolutely falling apart, just a complete hazard to have on the roads, but vax pours any excess dollar he has into keeping the piece of shit running bc he loves it so much

vex: a sensible, clean honda civic sport (blue) that has every single bell and whistle offered but that she negotiated down to $10k below the sticker price. she will drive this thing into the fucking ground before she gets a new one. the back seat has a special protector/sling thing for trinket.

pike: just the most absolute unit of a gargantuan pick-up truck you can imagine. something that no self-respecting construction professional would even drive, just so fucking mammoth that the TIRES are taller than pike. she has special electric stairs that descend so she can get in. she has this because a) she is a monster and she deserves it and b)

grog failed his driver's test (both written and practical) six times before just giving up, so he just goes wherever pike goes

scanlan: a tricked-out cadillac he had specially painted the most gnarly shade of purple with sparkling gold rims and LED lights along the undercarriage that are linked to his illegal stereo that he is always bumping way too loud with the windows down. just a fucking pimpmobile of a vehicle. leather seats that you do NOT want to look at under a black light and special hidden compartments for the contraband he insists he has but absolutely does not.

tary: this twunk drives a gold porsche 911, and he hates giving his friends rides when they need one but when he does, he makes them take their shoes off. do NOT ask him for the aux, it is a waste of your time. he is an insanely reckless driver, and once he finally wrecks the porsche for good, he's shocked to learn how much they cost (this one was a gift), so vex drags him kicking and screaming to honda to get him a civic of his own (not as nice as hers bc without daddy's money he definitely can't afford it).

#me #critical role #tlovm #vox machina #is this relevant to the modern au i'm writing?#actually probably no but i am obsessed w all of these #cr cars

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julietasgf · 27 days ago

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Elaborate on Strabo having to pay so much for sejanus to get to go to school I feel this shows how little power the plinths truly had

hi anon!! ofc! also sorry for taking a bit long to answer this, my day was a mess, but let's go:

(disclaimer that all this post is based on my interpretations of the text, and it's absolutely okay and valid if ppl disagree)

what made me do the first post in a more joking way was this line in specific in the book:

"It was unprecedented that Sejanus, a district-born boy, was a student at the Academy, but his father’s lavish donation had allowed for much of the school’s postwar reconstruction. A Capitol-born citizen would have expected a building to be renamed for them. Sejanus’s father had only requested an education for his son."

a capitol born person would've expected a building in their homage.

strabo only wanted sejanus to study.

the plinths, or more specifically, strabo, is always giving to the capitol. because if the plinths are not almost literally paying for their stay... would they really be able to stay?

for them to live there, they have to present a very specific type of behavior. a model one. and again, despite imo strabo is very much emotionally abusive to sejanus, I can see where so much of his worry and constant stress comes from, because imagine you have to walk in line all the time to be able to have a peaceful life, and your son keeps rebeling? and we can even question how much strabo is actually able to fit in or assimilate, as this is how ma plinth talks about the plinths' situation in the capitol:

“The Capitol isn’t really the best fit for him,” said Coriolanus.

“For any of us Plinths, really. Strabo says that while it’s hard for us now, it will be better for Sejanus and his children, but I don’t know.”

if strabo wants sejanus to have at least a resemblance of the same treatment other capitol kids get, he has to pay and pay a lot. the idea of the plinth prize came, imo, as a way to "fix" the recent effects of sejanus' behavior and what this would mean to the plinths (so ofc the best way to fix this is by paying for a capitol kid to have full ride to university). or then we can talk about the punishment both sejanus and coriolanus face of being sent to district 12 as peacekeepers by the end of the book: coriolanus simply got sent to D12, which ofc is bad... but to be sent to D12, sejanus' father had to buy gaul a whole new laboratory.

next important point: where the plinths live in. despite we not knowing where, indeed, their neighbourhood is at, we know they did not live in the corso, and the building of their apartment is not impressive, as described by coriolanus (coriolanus by the end says that all the plinths needed was an apartment on the corso to solidify their status, but I'm getting on this later):

While the exterior of the apartment had not impressed, no expense had been spared on the interior. All the Plinths needed was an address on the Corso to solidify their status.

certain neighborhoods are status and a symbol of power. the place where someone lives in can point out their amount of power in a society or place. coriolanus, just like his peers from the academy, lives in the corso. that's where the richest and most powerful families in all the capitol live. and despite his money, sejanus and his family do not live there (I think it's also nice to highlight that after sejanus' death, the plinths moved to the corso... after starting to get closer to coriolanus.)

before finishing, I want to point out that it's so tricky to fall for coriolanus' narrative, because it's quite easy to relate to his frustration regarding class, but... was it really about class, only? and was coriolanus being realistic about the position the plinths hold in the capitol? coriolanus was a student at the academy that hangs out with some of the most privileged and richest kids not only in panem, but in the whole capitol. but the only one he's so hateful regarding money is... sejanus. because coriolanus feels like sejanus stole something that's rightfully his. why a district kid has food and comfort, while he doesn't? and on top of that, coriolanus sometimes kinda contradicts what he himself thinks abt them. in one moment, he'll be saying this (the previous part before this dialogue was ma plinth telling him about how bad was the move and how sejanus at 8 years old comforted her):

What was it with the Plinths anyway? To be constantly turning advantage to tragedy? You needed only to take a cursory glance at the interior of this car, the tooled leather, the upholstered seats, the bar with its crystal bottles of gem-colored liquids, to know they were among the most fortunate people in Panem.

coriolanus calls them the most fortunate people in panem, but no longer after, he was saying this regarding ma plinth:

Poor little displaced person without a hope of ever fitting in.

still on this topic, this is how he refers to sejanus:

Sejanus had already usurped his position, his inheritance, his clothes, his candy, his sandwiches, and the privilege due a Snow. Now he was coming for his apartment, his spot at the University, his very future, and had the gall to be resentful of his good fortune.

his. his, his, his, his. what sejanus has should be his. but wait. when did he talk like this about festus creed's money? or felix ravinstill's money? or pup harrington's money?

now, this is a particular interpretation of mine, but I feel like coriolanus recognizes that the plinths don't hold true power or status in the capitol, but he keeps trying to narrate the story focusing on their money, to make it SEEM like they hold power and status. on one hand, because he's an unreliable narrator. on the other hand, because the reality coriolanus comes from is that money = power, as he himself came from an old money family. he has his own moment of reality shock of when he expected strabo plinth to save sejanus from execution, but nothing happened (and let's be honest, I personally doubt the plinths weren't warned of sejanus' execution in D12). coriolanus sees the plinths throught the lenses of his own reality, and that's tricky to the readers and to the narrative itself, because he simply doesn't understand the position the plinths hold in the capitol, and he doesn't understand (or honestly, doesn't WANT to admit) that despite his situation, just the fact that he's a snow and is capitol-born grants him privilege someone like sejanus could never truly get.

(after all, sejanus died in the districts. coriolanus murdered someone, tried to kill lucy gray, and came back with money and a position of power. I'm not saying money doesn't grant you privilege, because it DOES! and sejanus is extremely privileged regarding other district children, this is not something to be questioned. but in panem, is money the only thing at play, specially when we talk about capitol x district differences? and what does this represent for people like sejanus, who live in a place like the capitol?)

again anon, tysm for the ask!! I hope I expressed my thoughts well and sorry for any typos, I'm writing this through my phone! and if you're interested in, @sadalmostlesbian did such a good post regarding this topic!!! once again, tysm, and take care <3

#anon #anon ask #sejanus plinth #strabo plinth #the plinth family #my silly little posts

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abbyshands · 10 months ago

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Hi kit, do you know how to tell if a person sending asks saying they need donations for their family in gaza, is fake?

Cuz someone sent me an ask and I’ve reblogged it but I was going through the comments and there a several blocked and one of them says that the op is scamming people.

I know there are ppl like this that are that horrible, but I wonder if you know how tell them apart ? Or if anyone knows for that matter. Cuz I don’t want to mislead people and give them the wrong information or anything.

hi, honey! this is gonna be all over the place but. i've had this very thing happen to me before as well, maybe three or so asks just like the one you received. i did fall for the first one, but once you see them over and over again, i think it can get easier to tell when it's a scam. one thing to note is when the actual account began to post. i notice a lot of these accounts began to post in recent days or weeks. at the time that i donated to the first person who sent me an ask like this, it was february, and they began to post around mid january. the next tell is one i see a lot, where they'll reblog a bunch of things about palestine, but they will all be in a matter of hours, days, etc. usually never weeks (and also, you'll see that they randomly begin to reblog in very recent days. ex. all their reblogs are from three days ago and onward). one more thing: look at their posts (not their reblogs. their actual posts), and check if it says "some replies may have been blocked, deleted, removed, etc). absolutely, 100% not a good sign. chances are, replies are being removed by the op because they're getting called out for scamming.

the structure of the actual ask is also a dead giveaway. if it ends in "my goal is x amount of money," usually somewhere in the hundreds or thousands, not a good sign. if they are asking you to respond to their ask PRIVATELY, not a good sign. if you copy part of their ask and paste it into tumblr or do an internet search, and you see it elsewhere, not a good sign! these blogs will go around copying the same message into people's inboxes. chances are, someone else on tumblr has posted about the very person who sent you the ask, OR, you will find it somewhere else on the internet, etc a gofundme (which, by the way, is where most of these scammers obtain their story or pictures. they'll find it in gofundmes as i said, articles, etc). before you engage, copy the username of the person who sent you the ask, and paste it into the tumblr search bar. this is how i found out that the first person who sent an ask like this to me was a scammer.

this post here (which i absolutely implore you to read, as it captures what i want to say here much better than i'm doing so right now) explains why there is an abundance of people on tumblr sending asks like this in people's inboxes. for one thing, they target popular tags (ex. literally, the "palestine" or "gaza" tags, or any tag that may be trending at the time), or, they go for blogs who are consistently reblogging and/or uploading content related to the genocide. why? because they're taking advantage of the fact that you want to make a change in regards to what's going on. and if that's the case, what would stop you from donating to someone "in need," right?

if you want my honest opinion, if someone is sending you an ask about this on tumblr at all, it's likely not real. to put it into perspective: people who are really in gaza and want to escape, raise money, etc, will go to big network places such as gofundme, because there are better chances of them raising actual money in general, but in a short period of time. as opposed to asking people individually, their cause will be more widespread, and more people will see it. not only that: places like gofundme are pros at figuring out what's a scam and what's not. op in the above post noted this, and how places like gofundme will remove causes that are clearly scams. that's why scammers avoid places like this at all, and go to places like tumblr, where it isn't so easy for the actual site to remove their post. it's only when people on the app pick up on it, that scammers' facades fall. does that make sense?

i feel like this sort of jumped around, but i hope i was able to clarify what you were asking anyway. if someone feels the need to add onto this, please do, and if i need to clarify any point i made, etc, please let me know! ♡

#kitlyn’s anons ♡#free palestine #palestine #free gaza #gaza #free palestine 🇵🇸#palestine genocide #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #gaza strip #scam #scam alert #from the river to the sea #gaza genocide

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(I’m the eattherich girl from earlier 😜) “Ok… Ok. Altalanta. Have you ever heard of the Tale of Princess Kaguya?” I shifted to get comfortable; this was a dangerous game I was playing, but I had to try. “She sent her suitors on impossible quests in order for her to marry them. One of them was supposed to find the stone begging bowl of THE Buddha. He showed her a fake one, and she rejected him, because it didn’t glow with holy light. My point is, I think you and I could actually work out, without any chains or locked rooms, if you do some stuff for me. And this stuff, unlike with Kaguya, isn’t impossible. You have so much wealth that you hoard and flaunt, when it could be used to help the world. Here is my proposal. I’ll give you a set of, let’s call them trials. If you complete them without using any underhanded tactics, I’ll know for sure you truly love me and that I can trust you. I’ll be whatever you want me to be, and I’ll never ever resist. Your perfect blushing bride. Deal?”

Atalanta would shrug and say "Whatever you want, Darling."

She thinks it's kind of silly, but she would be stupid not to take an opportunity like that. She likes it when you're soft and obedient, and all she has to do for that to happen is complete a few trials? She would be like sure, anything. There is very little you could ask her to do that she would refuse.

Another thing, the Montclairs do have a shit ton of money, but they don't just hoard and ignore it. Basically, the Montclairs run the city and, to a certain extent, the entire surrounding area. Like everything in that city has been funded somehow by Montclairs. The billion dollar stadium, all the arts programs, all youth things, the parks and green spaces, it literally all comes back to the Montclairs if you go high enough. She is constantly donating large amounts of money to good causes because there's no way in her entire life that she could spend all of it and she thinks it is morally good to donate to charity. So yeah, if you live in the town in a rent-controlled apartment building while you take a free GED class, your son takes ballet and art classes at the community center on discount, and your daughter's theatre troupe is going to a conference and she might get a scholarship to the local college, you have the Montclairs to thank for that.

And the citizens of the city want very, very much to keep the Montclairs happy.

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happy-beeeps · 2 years ago

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Summary: Trying to come up with an idea for a fundraiser, the reader has the idea to enlist the faces of the GAR in a calendar shoot. It’s for charity!

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: Literally none aside from kissing and some sexual innuendos, also I make beach balls and pilates canon in universe sorry

Pairing: Rex x heiress!reader and platonic reader x every clone ever

A/N: This is an absolute crack fic, I hope you had an ounce as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Also, you don't need to read my longifc for this, but it is the same reader!

* * *

Fives and yourself are in the middle of a particularly strenuous portion of the aerobics holo you’ve recorded in your living room. You’re both sweating, you in a hot pink athletic set and Fives in his blacks, you’re both huffing and puffing, trying to keep your conversation from a moment ago up.

“What about an auction?” He says, face reddening as he speaks.

You attempt to wave your hand, but the movement is lost in the switch to squats. “That’s so boring. If I’m attaching my name to a fundraiser, it’s gotta be big.” Your hands go to the side of your face to emphasize the word. “I want it to be for a cause I care about, but also something fun, ya’ know?” You huff out as the impossibly fit Salenga on the holo keeps a maddening pace of step ups and arm raises.

“Have you even picked a cause yet?” He says, arms swinging around him as he steps up onto the small boxes you each have in front of you.

“No,” and you sigh, a real sigh, that has you reaching for your water a few beats early. Fives follow your lead, and you leave the Salenga woman to keep working herself past the point of fit. “In my dream world, it would benefit you guys. Maybe that one foundation that donates to the orphans on Independent worlds?”

“I mean, that’s hard to do, you’d have to practically give something away for people to give us more money than they already think they have by paying taxes.” He crosses his arms and leans back on your couch. You crinkle your nose and pretend the sweat dripping into the upholstery doesn’t bother you.

“C’mon, you’re the fun one, you’re supposed to help me with this.”

“I’m telling Jesse,” he says, and you both laugh and settle into silence as you catch your breath. That short lived silence is broken, however, by Rex opening your door, mail in hand, smiling at you.

“Hey you,” you bolt up from the couch and walk over to him, swinging your arms around his neck and pulling him for a kiss. You love when he’s home on Coruscant, when he can come home from meetings with the General and stay at your apartment. It's so domestic.

He smiles into it, putting the mail on the island and wrapping an arm around your waist. “You two kids have fun?” He asks, looking at the worn out shape of his brother melted over your sofa. “Did you kill him?” he mock whispers to you, and you lean into his side and turn to look at the packages on your counter.

“No, I’m just gonna throw up if I look at you two.” Fives replies, hand clasped over his eyes. You roll your eyes at the dramatics and shuffle through the packages. There’s a box from your facialist, an order you placed at a designer a week ago, a new pair of shoes, and-

Oh. It’s an idea. An idea you know Rex will absolutely hate. But an idea nonetheless.

“So, hear me out.” You hold the calendar in front of your hands, out towards them. Rex scrunches his eyebrows in confusion and now it’s Fives’ turn to sprint towards the door.

“This is it!” He shouts, looking through the calendar and back at you. You can’t help it, you’re grinning now too, and Rex is looking more and more concerned at the frenzied state of the two of you.

“What’s it?” He cautions, and you wrap both arms around his waist.

“How much do you love me?” You ask, batting your eyelashes up towards his face.

* * *

The answer is, evidently, a lot. Rex has successfully gathered not only the 501st, but rallied some of the 212th, the Corries, the Wolfpack, the 327th, and a few more men you’re not entirely sure you remember in the few weeks you’ve been planning this. You’ve sweet talked (gave a lot of credits) the owner of 79’s into using the space for the shoot, and you enlisted the help of a photographer you’ve worked with in the past, a kind eyed Nautilian named Eo. You’re standing before the chatty group of clones next to Eo wearing a short, baggy long sleeved dress with a plunging neckline and chunky belt, holding a glass of champagne that you tap the stylus you’re holding against. When that doesn’t work to quiet the crowd, Rex emerges from his spot behind you and places two fingers in his mouth and whistles, catching their attention much faster. “Thanks, love,” you murmur over your shoulder, just for him to hear, before smiling in front of the men. You introduce yourself, in case anyone doesn’t know who you are, which earns some chuckles from the group. Sure, maybe not all of them know you as Rex’s girlfriend, but Tup had told stories about the unlucky shinies who had covers of you pasted around their bunks before they knew who you were. You’ve got a face they want to remember, he had said. “I want to thank you all for coming today, this is going to be really exciting!” You exclaim, clapping your hands together and bouncing a bit on your heeled boots. You earn some smiles off of that, and you hope your genuine excitement rubs off on them. You place a hand on Eo’s arm, “This is Eo, they’ve been my photographer on a few shoots before, they’ve made me look amazing, and they’re going to make you all look even better.”

Eo tufts in response, but smiles. “My goal in my studio is for each model to express themselves as their truest self,” they gesture to an assortment of props, some military themed, some seasonal, some more random. “I like to capture the moment, not the person, so please, group up, stand for solos, whatever makes you feel like the inner star you are.” Eo is dramatic, but so are you, and you know this is going to be great. Rex sighs behind you as the group starts to move around, and you turn to him, jumping a bit. “Isn’t this fun!”

“How do you do this? This seems exhausting and we haven’t even done anything.”

You smile and shake your head, “I’m not a model, I’ve only been in like two photoshoots, and that’s because Jil planned it.”

Rex slides his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in as you watch the chaos unfold, “Meh. You look like one to me.”

Some of them, like Fives and Gregor and Sinker are more than prepared to model. Obviously, you had hoped that some of the clones would feel comfortable shedding some layers, but you aren’t prepared for Fives to immediately shed the top layer of his gear and blacks and begin making some suggestive poses with a pair of grenades. This incites the other two, and suddenly Gregor is at his side, dangling a blaster between his legs while Sinker runs a hand through his blonde hair and actually smolders into the camera. Eo is eating it up, and honestly, so are the rest of them. Soon enough, you’ve cornered the Corries into some Life Day themed images with their red armor, and Cody and his crew use the sunshine pattern on his plastoid as a cue to toss a multicolored beach ball around. Even Wolffe is getting in on the fun, holding up Boost in his arms while the latter blows a kiss into Eo’s camera. Rex is laughing, and he’s popped into a few of the scenes with his boys, his helmet tucked under your arm as he grins towards you. You send him a wink and he rolls his eyes back at you, but he’s smiling. You use your other hand to mime punching numbers into a comm and mouth call me. Kix nearly chokes at the sight, and Rex lets out the biggest laugh he’s had all day. You’re grateful Eo is there, and snaps the moment into permanence. Everyone is really enjoying themselves, and you can’t tell if it’s the electric energy or the fact that you slipped the 79’s owner some extra credits to start bringing out beers.

Either works.

“Let’s get one of all the commanding officers,” Eo says, and gestures to a few of the men around them. Rex and his brothers move to sit on some of the barstools, looking stoic and strong and remarkably handsome. They all have such different energies about them, you don’t know how you could ever imagine them being clones. Brothers, sure, that much is evident by the way they talk to one another. But they’re all so remarkably different.

After a few more shots of each garrison that showed up, you call them together and explain the process. Of the proceeds from calendar sales, half will be sent to the charity you had thought of before, Padme had already helped you contact them, and the remainder was to be split amongst the clone battalions. Not the GAR, but the clones. Their eyes widened at the statement, eager to maybe have some real spending money, and they woop and clap and hug you on the way out. You stop and chat to a few of the troopers you know well from other battalions, and of course your boys in blue, and you don’t notice Eo and Rex chatting off to the side.

Everyone has left now, and you tug Rex to a seat near a window. “I can’t help but notice you didn’t go for a solo.” You state, and purse your lips.

He laughs, and leans back. “Nah. Don’t need it.”

“I didn’t say it was for you.” And you wave Eo over. They move to get the lighting right and you step back and admire Rex. He’s just so handsome, strong jawline and bright blonde hair. You have to physically hold yourself back from jumping at him, so opt to sigh dreamily instead. “You’re just so handsome.” You say, right as Eo snaps the image.

He smiles back in response, a real one, a genuine smile. “Use that one for your birthday month in your calendar,” he reaches his arms out towards you and you oblige, happily. He pulls you in towards his lap and you fall into him, smiling and laughing while he brushes the hair out of your face. “I love you, even though you’re insane, and you make me do shit like this.”

You kiss him in response. You know he means it and you know he knows you do. It’s warm and soft and the exact embodiment of the warm, fuzzy feelings you’ve had today. You’re so wrapped up in the moment, you don’t even notice Eo taking pictures the entire time, or the thumbs up Rex sends them.

* * *

A month later, you get the first physical box of calendars. You had ordered a few for promotions, but word got out faster than you anticipated, and the public was more than happy to donate to a worthy cause. And if they got a calendar featuring the Republic’s strongest and bravest? Consider it a bonus. You and Rex are sitting on your couch flipping through the sample, and CeeDee your serving droid brings over a bottle of wine, seeing as you had just polished off the last one. You’re giggling and pointing at the troopers, but it’s a nice change, seeing these normally stoic men actually enjoying themselves. There’s of course some more risque inclusions thanks to Fives and Gregor which you both laugh at, and you smile fondly at Rex’s page, plastered across the banner for your birth month. “It’s a gift to me,” you say fondly, looking up and stroking his cheek.

“I’m really proud of you, you know.”

“Oh, why? Because I successfully avoided turning this into a full blown porn shoot?”

Rex laughs and pours you another glass, “No, honestly, next year let’s do more,” he sips from his glass, “I think this is going to help, you know, change things. Have people see us as actual people.” He sets his cup down and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s quick but profound, and you can feel the meaning in it. “Thanks, for everything.”

You beam, and lean into his chest. “You’re welcome.” The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you’re interrupted by a ping on your datapad. “Eo sent me the files, so we can send all the holos to every trooper!” Rex is smiling, his chin on your shoulder looking over you. You swipe through the gallery, smiling at all the shots when you get to the end. There’s a few pictures, all candid, of you and Rex. You’re smiling at each other, wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing. He’s in his gear and you’re in a tiny dress, and you’re in 79’s. “For when I’m not here.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. The tenderness of it, the way he must have set it up, doesn’t slip past you, and you turn back to him.

“You’re just too good Captain,” and you kiss his jaw before leaning back on his chest. “Now we have to get you one for yours,” you gesture to his datapad, on the ground beside you.

“Oh, I’ve already got one.” He pushes a few buttons and his datapad switches to an image of just you, you’re laughing at something, eyes gleaming, glass in hand. The picture is a little blurry, it’s missing the perfectionism of Eo, but there’s something light in it, something raw and real.

“Did you take this?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“Eo let me take a few.” He says, and pulls you up on his lap. “Like you said, I’m very good.” He whispers, before closing the gap between you with a kiss.

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