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agathasblackheart · 11 months ago
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Wonder what Katie’s tinder profile would look like if she had one 🤔 I feel like she’d have one those profiles with cute and goofy pictures and her bio would be so nerdy and adorable, but on the other hand it could literally have pictures of her looking like she’s ready to eat you alive if you match with her
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sun-spice · 9 months ago
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I was reading a fanfic that (poorly tbh) criticised the Jedi and their demilitarisation post Ruusan Reformation until just before the Clone Wars.
And it just reminded me of how irl I've commonly seen people disregard the rich thought around non-violence, pacifism and demilitarisation (both supportive thought and some really well thought out criticisms of them).
I'm begging people not to let white xtian non-resistance doctrine dominate their idea of these principles.
There so much out there if you just look for it. Just off the top of my head I've got:
Rabbincal commentaries on peace and justice in Judaism, Martin Luther King Jr and his non-violence and spirituality, Malcolm X's criticisms, Bayard Rustin, Inuit parenting philosophies, Indigenous resistance in all different forms, Amy-Jill Levine, Marc Brettler and Walter Wink's subversive New Testament readings, non-violence in Dharmic faiths and Dharmic influences, the demilitarisation of Japan under US occupation and its affects, nuclear disarmament, just war theory, definitions of violence, non-violent communication, anarchism and the concept of the state as a monopoly on violence.
All fascinating and illuminating discussions and topics.
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animefem · 1 year ago
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y'all we can't keep locking reblogs or deleting feminist posts the second that a couple terfs find them, we need more popular trans-positive feminists going viral on tumblr and gaining more followers bc then they can make trans-positive posts to their bigger audience and actually help stop transphobia by convincing ppl who are on the fence abt trans issues. we SHOULD keep calling out mainstream feminism and doing actual activism, bc otherwise ppl looking for posts talking abt it will only find terf blogs. we need those posts like that to get popular in OUR community not only in theirs
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darlinimamess · 1 year ago
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fang-wife · 8 months ago
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so fond of when subs get fucked so unapologetically stupid they just start saying sorry. when they don't even really know for what, just big wet puppy eyes and not all that much in their head. drooly and flush and so very weepy. its always when you start condescending to them just to tease them. about not letting them cum and they just get so wide-eyed and hysterical and go im sorry im sorry im sorry please let me cum. even if you fully intend to let them, or already told them they can - they're so out of it they just start begging. so cute. makes me soo <33
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ashasdiary · 13 days ago
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Pumpkin’s First Birthday
Pairing: Nanami Kento x fem!reader
Synopsis: it’s your and Nanami’s daughter’s first birthday. Gojo and the students buy gifts for her and meet her for the first time at the party (based on this ask)
CW: so much FLUFF, established relationship, pet names, babies, PAPAMIN WC: 3.2k A/N: This is a sequel to Vitamins and Pumpkin — Pumpkin and this one are SFW! Enjoy thee cutest story ever!! <3
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As much of a family man Nanami Kento is, he’s not very traditional. Since you’d both agreed to skip a gender reveal for it to be a surprise at birth, you hadn’t even discussed names. 
Tired as you were after pumpkin was born, you were excited to discuss it. She slept comfortably against you while you breastfed. And you found, not surprisingly, that the discussion flowed smoothly and quickly. 
“I wanted to say we should go for a name beginning with K, to match yours,” you tell him. 
“That’s sweet, but wh—” he begins, you know he’s going to say what about yours, but you shake your head. 
“She’s our first child, and I think a K name would work better.”
He chuckles quietly and gives you a soft smile, “Alright, honey. You’re prepared, it seems. Shoot.”
“Kaiyo,” you tell him. He tilts his head, pondering on it. 
“Kaiyo,” he repeats, testing it out. Kaiyo, meaning ocean. 
You nod, smiling a little as you watch him think, the cogs turning in his head. “It's not one of the most common names, but I thought you might like it both for its literal translation and it being associated with the vast and endless beauty of the ocean,” you explain. 
He smiles warmly. “I really like that one. It’s sweet. Nanami Kaiyo works.”
“I thought you might. Now tell me yours?” You request and he squeezes your hand gently, gazing down at his daughter, sleeping soundly. 
“Kimiko,” he says, his voice soft, bringing his gaze to yours, “It’s a little more traditional, but it means ‘precious child’ or ‘valuable daughter’. It’s associated with beauty, grace, and elegance. It's not too common but still has a strong connection to Japanese culture.”
While you’d been listening to him explain, so passionately, so lovingly, you felt pumpkin shift a little, as if she was approving, and you knew that that was the one. Nanami Kimiko. 
“Oh…Ken, that’s wonderful. And we can shorten it too, even the nicknames still have pretty meanings. That’s so well thought out,” you whisper to him, eyes twinkling. 
He grins, “I’m glad you like it, honey. Yeah, it’s versatile. Kimi, like the term of endearment meaning dear, beloved, or sweetheart. And then Miko, which has connotations of grace, purity, and spirituality.” 
You lean over and kiss his head, “I love your brain. Goodness. It’s perfect!”
*
Nanami had taken paternity leave from work for 9 months, and you were so grateful for all of the moments you shared together with your daughter. Being present together, with her.
Kimiko, your sweet girl, was growing too fast. She’d began to crawl at 6 months. Nanami had very much been proactive in her development, having read so much about babies during your pregnancy, so you chalked up her fast progression to him. He was quite hands on when it came to tummy time, independent movement, and the process of introducing her to new foods. 
He was also extremely encouraging of Kimiko’s personality development.
It came as no surprise her first word was “dada,” because she was very much daddy’s girl. 
At 9 months, Nanami returned back to work. His colleagues, friends, the students, all asked him about you, your daughter, fatherhood, and he would always speak proudly of his family, show them pictures, and go into great detail of Kimiko’s developmental stages. 
A couple of weeks later, after he’d come home from work one day, he’s greeted by the sight of you sat at the end of the hallway encouraging Kimiko, and slowly, she totters over to him. Beginning to walk at 9 months was quite the achievement. 
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“What’re you doing for Kimiko’s birthday?” Gojo asks one day as they’re sat in the staff room. He was perusing his phone and seemingly looked uninterested, but he had grown fond of his niece that he hadn’t met yet, and was actually searching up gifts to get for her.
“Hm?” Nanami looks up from the documents he was reading. “Her mother and I thought of having a little party for her.” 
Her first birthday was in a couple of weeks. It was mind blowing just how fast the past year had gone. Nanami finds himself smiling as he reflects on the past 12 months and how his daughter had completely transformed your lives for the better. 
“Little? Come on, Nanami, it’s her first ever birthday. It’s gotta be special. Go big or go home. Aren’t you gonna let us meet her? I want to meet my niece,” Gojo raises a brow over his glasses and Nanami eyes him over his. 
“Well, of course, but… I’ll have to discuss with my wife first,” Nanami says and Gojo claps and cheers. 
“Alright! No way she’ll say no. I’ll just take that as a yes and start preparing,” he grins and Nanami rolls his eyes but smiles a bit to himself. 
Nanami was ordinarily quite a reserved man, and he was a little hesitant to invite everyone to his daughter’s birthday party, but with your encouragement, he did, and he was both nervous and excited for the students and his friends to meet his pride and joy. 
*
“Itadori, wh— put the Lego down. She’s only one,” Megumi sighs exasperatedly, and Nobara laughs. 
“I’m just looking, Fushiguro,” Yuji huffs and puts the box of Lego back onto the shelf. 
“If you’re looking, look at the age on the box, for goodness’ sake,” Megumi mutters. 
Gojo pushes along the half full shopping cart through the aisle, humming quietly to himself as he examines the toys on the shelves.  
“No, these are much too advanced for her yet,” Gojo concludes, and he pushes the cart into the next aisle, the kids following him, much like a mother hen and her chicks. 
“But…why can’t we just get stuff that they could use later?” Yuji offers, and Gojo turns to look at him, raising a brow. 
“You have much to learn about children and parenthood, young one,” he says and he goes back to perusing the shelves, picking up a mini musical keyboard and putting it into the cart. 
“Use your brain, Yuji. Where would they store it? What if it gets broken before they can use it? Why get something they can’t use yet? Hello?” Nobara knocks her hand on the side of Yuji’s head and he lets out another huff. 
“Ow. Okay, got it, stop,” Yuji rubs his head. 
“This multipack looks good,” Nobara picks up the big box of Play-Doh, in an array of colours, and shows it to Gojo. He hums. 
“Oh, Nanami will probably hate these. But I think she’ll like the bright ones. Put it in,” he instructs and she does so with a small laugh. 
There’s a moment of silence as all four of them are perusing the shelves, and then, “Okay, I think this is age appropriate, what do you guys think?” Yuji points to a wooden train set with big wooden blocks to make the tracks. 
“Fantastic. Put it in,” Gojo nods. 
“Gojo Sensei, is it really necessary to get—” Megumi begins and Gojo claps his hand over the boy’s mouth. 
“Yes. It is. Only the best for my niece. No expense will be spared when it comes to her. And you’re not the one paying, so I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.”
Megumi pushes Gojo’s hand away and hums. “Right. Gotta get the best for my…cousin?”
Nobara and Yuji snicker and Megumi’s lips curl into a small smile. Nobara gasps when her gaze falls onto a mini kitchen set, “Gojo Sensei, look at that!”
Gojo looks over and he grins, pushing the cart over to it, inspecting it. “I like this a lot. I don’t think Nanamin will, but…it’s a nice gift. Babies like playing pretend. Alright, hold the cart while I put it in,” he instructs his students, and they hold the cart while he picks up the large box and places it in. 
A mini kitchen set, mini instruments, building blocks, teddy bears, Play-Doh, clothes, shoes, accessories— Gojo had practically bought the entire store for Kimiko, and of course didn’t bat an eye at the price on the receipt. 
*
You’d both opted to have the party mid afternoon, not too early and not too late, which worked best. 
Both you and Nanami had planned and executed the decorations perfectly, and were quite pleased with the outcome. Kimiko had had her afternoon nap and was well rested, so everything was going smoothly. When she’d seen the decorations, she was so full of joy, her excitement infectious. 
Slowly, your guests had started to arrive, and you rub your husband’s back to ease his nerves, though he doesn’t look it, you know him well. “You’re doing fantastic, my love,” you whisper and kiss his cheek. 
He gives you a grateful smile and hugs you into his side, whispering back, “Thanks, honey.”
Soon enough, most of your guests are there, enjoying the celebration of a year of Kimiko. The little lady was having a blast, pushing the balloons around. The last of your guests ring the doorbell, and Nanami opens the door to let them in. 
The sight before him makes his brows raise. Gojo and the first year students, with so many wrapped presents in hand, it was impossible to count. 
“Hey, Nanamin!” They all chime. 
Nanami is stunned for a moment at the amount of presents. Gojo grins, “You gonna let us in?” 
Nanami steps to the side to let them in and gives a warm smile to the kids as they step inside one by one. “Hi, you three. Thank you for coming,” he ruffles Yuji’s hair, “Hi, Gojo— was all of this necessary?”
Gojo steps in last and hands over a gift bag to Nanami, setting down the big box and looking at Nanami in all seriousness over his sunglasses, “Yes. Where’s my niece?”
“I hope you left a gift receipt. I don’t know about your taste in children’s gifts,” Nanami says, teasing. 
“Oh, come on…you’re no fun. I got all good things, like I said to my students: only the best for my niece. But…yes. There is a gift receipt inside should my taste not be to your liking. Which I doubt.”
You walk through the small crowd with Kimiko on your hip to greet them, and you are taken aback by the sheer amount of wrapped presents the students have brought into the house, and you blink, wide eyed. 
“H-hi, kids…!” 
“Mrs. Nanami!”
“Lovely to see you, Mrs. Nanami—“
“Hi, Mrs. Nanami—“
They speak over each other and you laugh softly as you close the distance to them, greet them and introduce your daughter to them.
She’s a little shy but she’s curious so she burrows herself against you but still peeks at them. You smile softly, stroking her hair gently as you gaze at her, “Miko? Not gonna say hi to your friends?” You turn to the kids and give them a kind smile, “The ice’ll melt eventually. Go and get some food while it’s still warm. Then we’re going to have the cake,” you tell them and they all head further inside to eat. 
Gojo was still talking with Nanami, and you approach from behind. It’s when Gojo sees the way Nanami’s entire face softens at something behind him that he whips around.
Gojo’s smile is so bright and he looks so giddy that you laugh softly as you greet each other. 
“Look at you, glowing and beautiful as always…motherhood suits you,” he gives you a grin, and your cheeks warm slightly at his playful and flirtatious nature. 
“Thank you, Gojo, it’s lovely to see you again,” you embrace him with your free arm and Kimiko peers at Gojo with piqued interest.
She’s quite intrigued by the white haired man and as you’d finished hugging Gojo and stepped back, she leans over to reach for him which surprises all three of you. 
“Oh. Am I—…am I allowed to hold her?” Gojo asks and you laugh a little. 
“Of course. You’re her uncle, aren’t you?” You tease him, holding her out to him, and he almost melts. He gently takes her into his arms and holds her against him.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by Nanami the way Gojo’s hands had trembled slightly, which made his lips curl at the corners— the strongest sorcerer showing a bit of weakness over a baby? He’d never live this one down. 
Nanami’s friends and colleagues had come over to greet Gojo as well and the small crowd had gathered around you as Gojo has his moment with his niece. 
“Hiii, Kimiko…happy birthday, sweet pea,” Gojo holds her gently as he caresses her cute little round chubby cheek as she looks at him, “oh, aren’t you adorable…yes you are, Kimiko.”
“Meekoh,” she repeats and she grabs his glasses. He chuckles and takes them off for her and she looks into his bright eyes curiously. 
“Go-jo,” he says his name slowly to her, pointing to himself and she smiles with her teeth, scrunching her nose. 
“Gogo,” she says and everyone either laughs or ‘aw’s. She squeals happily and claps her hands, loving the attention. 
“Take her before I cry, Nanami,” Gojo says to your husband and you and Nanami both laugh at this. “I am no longer Gojo Satoru, from here on forth I am Gogo!” 
You and Kento were both mindful of having her meet a whole bunch of new people at once, so you take your time between each person, or group them, so as not to overwhelm her. 
When Shoko meets her, she sits on the couch with the baby on her lap, talking to you. “And she started walking at nine months? Wow. That’s early for a baby…you may have super baby on your hands here.”
“Shohkoh,” Kimiko stands on Shoko’s lap, Shoko holding her under her arms, and she bends and straightens her legs, bopping to the music as if she’s dancing. 
“I wouldn’t mind taking her home, y’know— if you ever need a babysitter for a date night or something, let me know,” she smiles. 
“Thanks, Shoko, I’ll probably take you up on that soon. We’ve not gone on a date in a while,” you tell her, “but I don’t mind, it’s parenthood. We’ll find the time at some point.”
“Guggo,” Kimiko says as she steps closer, practically climbing up Shoko’s body. You both laugh, and Shoko looks from you to the baby with a questioning look, playful, as she moves her to stand on her lap again. 
“I couldn’t agree more, birthday girl. Your parents definitely need some romantic time together. And I think you and I will get up to plenty of mischief together too. But we have to keep it a secret, okay?” She tells her and Kimiko giggles and holds Shoko’s face. 
The students had stuffed themselves with the delicious food you’d made, and you and Nanami take Kimiko to get acquainted with the three of them afterwards. They sit in a circle on the floor and Kimiko totters around. 
“She’s such a cute baby,” Nobara fawns. “You have the cutest cousin, Fushiguro.”
Megumi almost laughs, the tiniest of smiles peaking through. Then Kimiko comes over to him and points at him. “Daa…g.”
“What does that mean, Nanamin?” Yuji asks. 
Nobara facepalms. “She means dog,” your husband explains. 
“How does she—?” Megumi is perplexed and you chuckle at the look on his face. 
“I told her about you three. It seems the thing that stuck with her was the fact that you have animals, Megumi,” you tell him. 
“Ah…uh, yes, Kimiko. I have dog. And elephant. And frog. And bird. And bunny. I would love to show you, but I don’t think it’s safe for me to do that yet. I will one day, though,” Megumi tells her and she reaches out and touches his hair with a little giggle. He smiles at this, and the sight warms your heart. 
The kids are all great with her, they keep her company — under the supervision of the adults — while you and Nanami get the cake. 
And when you sing happy birthday to her, Kimiko might just be the happiest baby on the planet sat in her high chair, seeing her parents and all of the new friends she’d made today singing to her. She couldn’t blow her candle out yet, so you and Nanami assist her. 
Everyone cheers once the candle is blown out, and she’s happy for a moment but then whines. “What’s wrong, baby?” You say to her and she kicks her legs in her high chair, whining more. 
“I know,” your husband says, lighting the candle up again. Kimiko’s frown instantly disappears and you let out a hearty laugh. 
She tries to blow out the candle but can’t, desperately spluttering. You stealthily step behind her and blow it out for her so that she thinks she did it, while Nanami picks up the cake before she can spray more saliva onto it. 
“That’s enough cake decorating for you, pumpkin.”
This earns a few laughs from your guests and they settle down to eat some birthday cake. As you’re sat with Kimiko, giving her some cake and having a forkful yourself between, Nanami stands up and clears his throat, turning the volume of the music down. 
Everyone quietens down as they look and listen to him. Nanami is not one for attention and you smile when you see the slight pink tint on his cheeks. 
“I just wanted to say a few words. I was…a little skeptical about having a party like this, but my darling wife was the one who made this happen. Thank you all for attending Kimiko’s birthday and making this day special,” he says and everyone cheers. This was the most relaxed they'd all ever seen him be.
“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Nanami!” Gojo calls. 
“Na-na-mi! Na-na-mi!” Yuji chants and Megumi slaps him upside the head to shut him up, “Hey, Fushiguro!”
Nanami turns up the music with a laugh at Yuji and Megumi’s antics, “Help yourselves to food and cake, there’s plenty left.”
Nanami joins you and Kimiko and sits down beside Kimiko, plate in hand. “Daddee.”
“Hi, pumpkin,” he kisses her head. 
“I liked your little speech there. Short and sweet,” you smile at him. 
“Hm. Like you,” he grins and eats a large forkful of cake. 
“Kento,” you laugh, and eat a big one yourself. He gazes at you with a playful look in his eye. 
“You have a little…ah…” he leans in and thumbs away some frosting from the corner of your lips, and then sits back, sucking it off his thumb. 
You purse your lips and cast your gaze down, keeping your composure. He knows the effect he has on you. 
You look back up at him, and he’s gazing at you, that look in his eye. 
Your lips curl at the corners as you look at your husband and you glance over the room until you find Shoko. 
“Shoko,” you call over to her, where she was lounging on the other end of the couch and where she’d seen all of this unfold, “How soon are you able to babysit?”
She laughs loudly, “Whenever. By the looks of things, I think you may need my immediate assistance?” 
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A/N: THIS WAS SO STINKING CUTE, I hope I brought this idea to life in an enjoyable way for you anon - I LOOOOVED writing it, thank you for the request!! <3
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ranticore · 4 months ago
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every so often chas gets a bunch of notes and i go and gaze at the 5 panel comic i did of him shotgunning his breath weapon (weed smoke) directly into his best friend's mouth and i nod and smile serenely
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thekeythief · 11 months ago
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chitsangenthusiast · 9 months ago
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red is to spider-man as pink is to miles, in that pink is the color of: self-expression, confidence, compassion. if you side with miles, if you want to support his growth, you're going to be in pink
that being said...a pink robe can be removed, and pink hairdye can be washed out
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wheneverfeasible · 1 month ago
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When Steve’s parents announced their divorce, Steve told Eddie he loved him. They weren’t dating at the time, though Steve thought that the feeling was mutual to at least some extent since Eddie always flirted back with him, but he hadn’t been certain.
He had known his parents stopped loving each other years ago. Hell, he didn’t know if they had ever truly loved each other, but in any case, Steve knew.
His parents decided to sell the house, to move away from Hawkins with its cursed misfortune and small town gossip, and there was no talk of either of them taking Steve with them. Which, sure, he was grown, he hadn’t been part of the conversation at all.
Steve was left at a crossroads on what to do. So, distraught at his change in circumstances, he’d gone straight to Eddie’s and confessed his feelings because he had to know if it was at all possible for anyone to want him the way he wanted them.
Luckily enough for Steve, Eddie did!
The Munsons still had a decent amount left over from the government hush money after everything, so Eddie took his share (Wayne tried to get him to take more since all Wayne had lost was physical possessions and the trailer while Eddie almost lost his life, but Eddie would only agree to a 50/50 split) and together he and Steve threw caution to the wind and found a small place to rent together in one of the new complexes being built as part of the town’s rejuvenation project.
Things were going great. They still visited Wayne, who could now stop working such long hours at the plant and who had moved to a small fixer upper on the outskirts of town. He even moved up the ladder at the plant after some of the higher ups were lost in the “earthquakes” (R.I.P.), which offered better pay and benefits.
Wayne even started dating again, which Eddie informed Steve of in such a scandalized tone, but Steve could tell that Eddie was happy for his uncle, ribbing the older man when they had stopped by one morning and the man hadn’t even been home, stumbling back an hour later with lipstick stains on his shirt’s collar.
(Wayne had told him that he was going to call the cops on them for breaking and entering while he was gone, but there was no heat in it as they set chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and a steaming cup of coffee before him, having made use of the kitchen while he was out.)
Wayne never introduced any of the women he dated to Eddie and Steve, saying that it wasn’t proper to introduce anyone to the kids yet until he was certain that things were serious, never mind that the “kids” were well into their 20s now.
(Steve also felt a warmth at being included as a “kid” of Wayne’s, however, filling a hole in his heart that his parents had left behind, though his mother had recently reached out to him to rekindle their relationship. His father remained radio silent.)
Eventually, however, there was someone Wayne kept seeing repeatedly, someone he’d met while outside of town when he was at some convention for work and her car had broken down outside of his motel room. She hadn’t left the motel room until the next morning, and Wayne was certain it was just a single night of passion, but…
They had really hit it off, it seemed, and though Wayne hadn’t thought such an amazing and sensual—(“Uncle Wayne! For the love of everything holy, unholy, and whatever’s in-between, please don’t say sensual!)—woman would be interested in him, they exchanged numbers. And then, the day after he’d told her he should be home again from the trip, she called him.
Things only progressed from there, and soon enough there were talks of something committed, of something truly serious, and after a while, Wayne broke the news.
“Boys, my partner is going to be moving back to Hawkins and, while we know it’s a giant leap, we decided to move in together.”
As it turns out, apparently the woman is actually from Hawkins too but had left after the earthquakes tore the town apart, so she is someone that they actually knew. Wayne still won’t tell them who it is, however. He seems a little embarrassed by that, actually, but he also tells them that he is the happiest he’s ever been and he was willing to fight to be with her, so what else can they do but accept that?
They are thus excited for him, excited to finally meet her (again?), and the plan is set that they would have a family dinner together once she was in town. Steve and Eddie are, of course, moderately worried given the whole being queer thing, but Wayne assures them that they will be safe. That Wayne had made damned certain that both his boys would be safe.
(Steve again feels that warmth of belonging to someone, of being loved and cared for and supported in a way he’d never known before.)
And then the day arrives. Steve and Eddie show up early, looking pretty damn spiffy they believe, and help Wayne get the dinner ready, though it’s more like a late lunch really. Eventually, they hear the sounds of tires outside of Wayne’s house.
Wayne, smiling and looking absolutely besotted, moves toward the front door to let his girlfriend in without missing a second. Steve and Eddie hear the door open and close from the kitchen, hear quietly murmured words and what disgustingly sounds like kissing, and then there’s footsteps and—
Steve turns around to greet this mysterious woman, a smile on his face, before dropping the bowl of salad in his hands as shock and something very much like horror make itself known to him.
“MOM???!”
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midnight-vixn · 1 year ago
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Imagine meeting your favorite demon brother, getting to know him, developing a massive crush on them and the two of you eventually start talking/dating.
When you first met him your impression was “this dude fucks” but the more you talk to him you start to wonder “wait…has…has he ever actually fucked???” The way he blushes and gives this nervous laugh when you make inappropriate jokes and how he seems so much more shy and innocent than you ever pictured a demon being makes you start to think he really is a virgin.
Then eventually a conversation one day reveals that no, he is not a virgin actually, but he’s so fucking intimidated by your beauty, personality and sheer aura that you make him feel like a virgin. Constantly second guessing himself and not knowing how to handle such an amazing creature. If he thinks too long about how this little human has absolutely broken him, brought him to his knees and made him want to worship them??? He becomes an absolute blushing mess.
The thought of just holding your hand and kissing you makes him uncontrollably horny, and the thought of actually getting to fuck you sends him over the edge every single time.
Congratulations! You may not have felt like the most stunning person in the human realm, but down here you’ve managed to take a demon fuck boy and turn him into a puddle who dreams nightly of you, all without lifting a finger.
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windser · 4 months ago
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listen, i just know sylus is alllll about keeping things interesting in bed. he won't allow for a dull moment and is always noting when youre on the cusp of being insensitive to a certain zone or position. that's why he rarely has you the same way to often.
there is always a chance you'll hear i want to try something new.
and you find yourself agreeing with him, soon on your stomach, hands tethered to the headboard in front of you by his red bands of energy.
good, sweetie, just where I want you, he whispers from behind you, and you can feel him, but you can't see him or even twist your body in a way where you can get a glance of him.
he has completely overcome you, allowing you to do nothing but wait for him to start kissing you, trailing his fingertips down your body until you're whining and begging and pleading for him to touch you a little firmer in more than just one place.
be patient, he mumbles roughly in your ear, grazing his teeth down your spine, I'll fuck you soon, kitten. just wait.
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maybebi47 · 10 months ago
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showing fabian and riz's scenes back to back was brutal
very often as a kid your friend group have varying degrees of financial stability and very different family dynamics, and to see fabian, with an accessible trust fund and a huge mansion and all the opportunities he wants in the world open to him, and immediately after, showing us riz and his single mother working herself down to the bone to keep her kid and herself afloat and struggling to get him to a good college is heart wrenchingly real.
and then on the other side, fabian who has two parents finds no one to listen to him and console him after he had a very hard summer, and at the end of the night finds himself all alone in a big house because they decided, in his most formative years when he needs the most guidance, to leave him and go for a vacation for a full year or more, uncaring ofc because they are both rich immortal beings (he isn't). while we watch riz and his mother love eachother to no bounds, we watch this exhaused mom wake up at 3 am and sit by her son and listen to him, and notice all the little details about how he looks and how he changed and how he grew, looking at her little boy like not all the riches in the world compare to his little smile, knowing that fabian, with all that he has, can never have that. heart wrenching.
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lifemod17 · 7 months ago
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So, is this seat taken?
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tiddygame · 8 months ago
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The idea of demi-asexual ghost having sex w/ soap before they have an established relationship, where neither is sure if the other shares their romantic feelings, if this is a one off, fwb, or the start of something bigger…
Simon, lying awake, unable to sleep, holding Johnny as he snores. Still somehow in denial, trying to talk himself out of being demi ace. Because if he is, that means that he wants more out of this than Soap does. He’d only be setting himself up for heartbreak.
Trying to convince himself that he was wrong when in his late teens he felt a little less broken after finding the term. Because to be sexually attracted to Johnny meant that he liked him. That he wanted the something more. But the other made it clear from the start that this wasn’t a romantic thing, that it was purely physical/sexual attraction and nothing more. And Simon never experienced that without there being something more there.
It wasn’t fair. Not for Johnny. He had made his boundaries clear, and Simon was practically spitting on them. To have agreed to what was meant to be just one night together because he hoped it would turn into more felt like a gross betrayal of Soap’s trust. And Simon knew that if Johnny found out, he’d be disgusted. And rightfully so. Simon had no right to take advantage of his trust
Anyways that’s all head empty no thots just Simon having his uh oh moment cause they banged
(spoiler: soap never said it was only physical/sexual, ghost is just stupid)
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plushi · 2 months ago
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if youre okay with it and open… tfp breakstar doodle plz.. how do you feel about them
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ya, they're cool
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