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spaloonbabooguuscooties · 8 months

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You could drink your whole life away and still never get that taste out of your mouth.

half commission for @salempie half completely self indulgent dreck pieced together from our insane conversations abt franke and elka. told myself id finally write a big explanation for all of the dum shit between these two for context so Thats Under The Cut.

so I already wrote some stuff about elka and franke's relationship back in whispering rock so feel free to look at that too . it goes over elkas blindness/‘seeing’ with clairvoyance and how her and franke started talking & all that good stuff

SO FOR STARTERS. a lot of thsi wont make sense without a big breakdown of elka herself. because elkas potential as a character is like insane to me. like just the idea of her in the long run of her life reads as something so potentially tragic; a young girl whos plagued with visions of doom and destined to be an outcast even in her own home for things she cant control and clings to the One vision of her wedding that she thinks is 'happy' even despite the fact she doesnt really love the person in it. im choosing to take the li-po doc as canon here because its funny shes the only one with backstory-

but my fucking god even the smallest look into what her parents are like is soo fucked up to me. and i do think elka especially gets a lot of influence from her mother; its funny how easily you can fit mabel doom into a box just from what elka says about her. knees deep in an avon-esque pyramid scheme and leaning into her daughters depressing ass visions & taking her to therapy at age 11 (which would be good if not for the kind of person you can already assume she is & so i doubt the therapist she has really does her any good. i think they share one). she reads as a very I Am My Daughters Best Friend type of mom to me and i can see elka being a centerpiece of the conversation when she has her Amway Girls over for drinks. wine-mom that lets her kid sip from the glass so she can feel like a big girl type deal.

and you can tell that elka is trying to hard to be too mature for her age even in her campster posts. how she writes letters to nils' mom and exchanges baking recipes with her and that feels like she really only interacts with middle aged women and not really many people her own age outside of camp (like her moms friends). which makes sense shed feel the need to ‘grow up’ early when shes probably had to process so many hard things at a young age bc of her visions.

theres a lot of filling the blanks here of course.

elka obsesses over nils to an overbearing degree even despite the fact he treats her like shit ('you promised no talking' and so on) and she treats him bad right back. she leans onto stereotypical heterosexual ideals like taking care of him and overblowing how Manly and Protective JT is and she admires romance stories like pride and prejudice and it feels like she Projects Soooooooo much of what she wants onto boys she barely feels anything for without knowing what its actually supposed to feel like. and clearly she WANTS that ideal future, a happy marriage, an actual romance- but according to nils even when they were dating she ignored him most of the time, which just seems Very Telling

like shes filling a role, overcompensating for emotions and lacktherof she cant digest quite yet, and it only makes more sense when you know shes had visions of their future together. how could that be bad for her? shouldnt it be like the books and movies? but she doesnt really connect the fact that her visions are only for Doomed futures, and if she does she certainly doesnt show it. Doomed relationships. it's been a part of her family for generations and she isn't turning out much different, is she? i dont think she even realizes thats all she ever sees yet, just that its Going to happen. that it's Her future, and it always will be

and like, her only reference for a real marriage so far has been her own parents, and she already Knows they have an affair, and theyre doomed to split, (and i actually like to think they were in rough waters anyway and elka was a child meant to mend a crumbling marriage but thats a whole other thing) and so without a framework for what an actual healthy relationship is supposed to be like she cant really grasp that her relationship with nils Isnt that and isnt ever going to be. she can only cling to this one happy idea of the future, and thats why she keeps chasing him, self fulfilling the actuality of her situation and creating and fostering the unhappy life they will inevitably live together.

and that bleeds into everything else in her life, of course, because as the years go on, as the visions grow in number it just makes sense for her to fall into the predictability of her life. she always knows whats going to happen, her visions are Never wrong- so why try to change things? shes had time to process tragedies days, weeks, months, years before they happen, shes had time to settle into every crack of her life. her parents divorce, her various break ups, her future with the psychonauts.

“and she's already seen so much of a future with [nils] she feels trapped almost. Like she has to be happy in it or else it just means her life is miserable. And it's a mixture of pride and fear of the unknown that keeps her clinging to the One thing she knows. BUT LIKE!!! She knows what's gonna happen! It's easier to grieve when she's been grieving for years... She wants so badly to be happy, But to do that she has to step into the unfamiliar. And that's more terrifying than staying the same miserable person she's always been.”

and thats where franke comes in— and yeah you Do have to take a lot of liberties for frankes character since it’s basically, like, all the info for her is just that shes a Supreme Baby Dyke but thats enough for me. i think she has protective butch itch in her . on campster shes defensive over other women evidenced in the way she keeps watch over the girls cabins for lili when elton is pursuing her . but shes also eager to please and constantly trying to make kitty laugh and also Very naive. but she tries! and i think it only solidifies more as she gets Older and really gets a hold of her feelings & her powers. this is incredibly franke to me

and i think as they grow older together— because i think franke and elka Do stay friends, both because elka is just pathetic and needs that positive connection even if she doesnt realize it and because i think franke is a very Loyal person & annoyingly persistent if you let her be . and i am also a kitty/franke truther. because kittys also important in this web we weave

because i think franke and kitty stay together after camp, to a point— theres a falling out facilitated on kittys end and they break up, but reconnect, and franke kind of... saves kitty from herself a little, from her strict military father whos love only extends thru finances , from her own stifling future , she drives all the way to bakersville in her shitty van handmedowned from her dad and they move in together eventually . they get jobs at the motherlobe , because it’s a pipeline to a decent job, because it’s whats easy, because franke doesn’t really have a future, because she’s never really been good at much, because shes never had much sense, because franke doesnt really care as long as she can live and help, sometimes, if she can, and because kitty’s there, and because elka’s there, and shes so used to being elkas eyes now and shes good at it. shes good at being the muscle of the missions when her colleagues lack it, when hypnosis and predictions arent enough. she likes it that way.

and elka appreciates frankes company. she listens, shes sweet, she does little things for her that no ones ever really put the effort for before; she likes her. franke is strong and bold and makes her laugh and shes always there but god elka cant let go of that future, of that box shes put herself in, that her mothers put her in, of being a Good Wife to a Loving Husband, of getting married normally and falling into unfailing familiarity. thats all shes ever wanted and shes not going to jeopardize that . not for franke, who may not be a boy but is handsome like one, whos always held her after every break up with nils and the men that filled empty days inbetween.

and elka is too stubborn to recognize those feelings anyway. too prideful to accept a way out. too set in her cycle no matter how much she hates it, her little self fulfilling tragedy of her own making, wallowing in her own doom. she struggles for control of her own life when she feels like every choice has been made for her anyway, she puts up her walls and carefully constructs what people see. but franke was always harder to trick, because while empathy isnt a particularly useful psychic power it’s certainly an inconvenient one. all franke has to do is get too close and all those carefully crafted walls fall apart, and elkas control is gone, and thats all she really has. and she tries to distance herself, really she does, but franke is also too persistent. and elka wears gloves, keeps contact that would make her walls crumble from happening as best as she can, but she cant really keep herself from the brief moments where she feels like someone actually fucking cares about her.

and that slightest lack of control, the need to wrestle it back is why she proposes to nils the next time theres a falling out— she knows how it happens, she plans every detail. and he accepts, despite everything. gets her a cheap ring and it feels like lead on her finger and its nothing at all like how shed thought it to be when she was a kid, theres no feather light feeling in her chest, only that dreadful reality that she cant turn this back. BUT WHAT CAN U DO LMAO

elka doesnt tell franke about this engagement until later, on their way back from a mission. late at night when neither of them can sleep, and franke invites elka to smoke in her van, because its been so long since theyve been alone like that, because elkas been so strangely absent lately. and because of everything, because frankes always so damn nice, because elka hates the feel of the ring on her finger, because she let herself get high alone with franke fucking athens whos always been so good at pulling her apart— the truth of it all spills out and its messy and emotional and she hates it, she hates the life shes made for herself, but franke makes it easier to bare and now shes here and shes so close and god she wishes she could see her smile again, she wishes she could see franke, thats all she needs right now and she cant but she can touch her and she can hold her and for tonight, she can be known, she can let those walls crumble, she can be something else just for once here with franke . she can kiss her here in this van, touch that happiness for just a moment, and forget the future that waits for her outside of it. franke begs her to forget the wedding, to just let herself be happy— and god, she wants to, but it means turning her back on everything shes known and everything shes saw to be inevitable, and franke has never been in her future, so if it were supposed to work out why hadnt she seen it and she cant, she cant take that risk but she can have this, even if its temporary, she can have it.

and just as soon as she gets a taste of it, its gone. after that night, after the missions over and theyre back at the motherlobe and have to pretend like nothing happened (franke doesnt, of course she tells kitty about it, she tells kitty about everything.) but that brief moment together haunts elka every time she sees franke, sees herself through frankes eyes, sees herself in her wedding dress because god its all franke can think about! of course it is! she knows how much elkas destroying herself she knows how much misery shes wallowing in that kiss in the van felt like an emotional punch to the teeth and she hasnt ever forgotten it and all she can do is sit and watch while elka throws herself into a loveless marriage. she can come to her wedding and see the way the bride and groom kiss with the emotional weight of a wet towel no matter how hard elka tries to hide it under a pretty dress and bouquets of flowers and meticulous planning.

and elka resents nils but she cant really hate him, its not his fault, not really. he feels trapped just like she does and his feelings of misery only cycle back into hers . they fight and gnash and wear away at each other and its a relationship thats crashed and burned a million times before elka even said i do. and its inevitable that she falls into her mothers habits, a sip of wine here and there to loosen up, until it turns to a glass, until it falls into a bottle on nights when whatever work nils does runs late.

but franke’s still there. shes always been there, hasn’t she? always trying to play knight, always trying to save her, dragging her home when shes stumbling over herself because god who else is going to do it but her? who else is left to care? certainly not nils. never nils. because franke knows her. because franke pities her. shes always pitied her. shes always known. and elka hates it, she resents it, but god in the same breath she’s desperate for it, she envies it to her very bones. elka is a mess but after frankes done with her she has someone to go back to that loves her. and god what elka wouldnt do to have that. to take it and keep it for herself because shes never ever got to have that movie romance shes always wanted.

so now comes this.

because elkas particularly miserable and particularly spiteful and she needs to get franke to understand, just for a moment, drink with her and get on her level and she needs her there with her no matter how her pity makes her feel. no matter how much it makes her shake with anger and envy and desperation, but god the way franke looks at her, the way she still tries to salvage what they have, the soft, slurred way she tells her that it’s okay but its not okay, none of this is okay, it never has been and she just wants franke to shut up and see that, and if she cant then she’ll show her, she’ll show her all the raw angry desperation, with too much teeth and hands that claw and grab and she’ll know why everyones always said she’s too much.

and she knows this puts her on nils’ level too. that this makes her a cheater, that shes no better than he is now. no better than her father and his affair. but god, she wants to be selfish. she wants to be in control. just for once. she wants to feel right and she wants to feel happy and she wants to feel loved. thats all shes ever wanted. and franke will let her have that, just for a little while, at the very least.

anyway. sorry. sorry for being crazy . this isnt even getting into the shit after the comic takes place . elkas stupid brainworld thag she has to overcome in order to finally be allowed in the polycule and live happily ever as worlds first lesbian divorceman

sorry for all the shit i make up instead of caring about actual characters with screentime . bye !

#ive spent months on thsi stupid lesbian toxic yuri slow burn relationship so you all better clap or im blowing this building up #psychonauts #elka doom #franke athens #ill paint the town red

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heaven4lostgirls · 1 year

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Poly!marauders meeting y/ns family? Its okay if you dont want to write this! I get it can be hard to write something you dont have inspo for!

beautiful boys

poly!marauders x reader

a/n: ty for the request i really enjoyed writing this!!

summary: marauders meeting your parents for the first time<3

tags: fluffff!!!

you, james, sirius and remus had been dating for a little over 3 months. you weren’t sure when the perfect time would come for you to introduce them to your parents but you knew that it had to happen at some point and apparently today was that day.

you all stood outside your parents home, as a halfblood, your parents were fairly well off however you knew that because they had to send you off to hogwarts so young that they had become a bit more protective.

now in your 6th year your parents were aware that you had found interest in people around you and never expressed any distain to who you should date. they were never against you dating someone that was a different blood purity than you or someone of the same gender.

as you all walked up to the gate of your parents house you felt sirius shift nervously next to remus who kept double checking if his clothes were okay. james seemed to be the only calm one out of the three but maybe that was because he’d already been introduced to your parents as one of your best friends.

you knocked on the door softly and softly squeezed sirius’ and remus’ hands in comfort. you’re mother opened the door to see four beaming faces, albeit two of them looked a bit more nervous than the others.

“y/n! come in! i’ve missed you honey!” you mother cooes at you as she pulls you into a hug and ushering you and your boyfriends inside.

“i missed you too mum, where’s dad?” you smile as you wrap your arm around remus’ waist.

“he’s in his study, he’ll be down in a minute. last minute ministry cases and whatnot” she smiles before she turns to the four of you.

“and? who might be these lovely gentlemen? when you said you were bringing people home i didnt expect this!”

“well actually mum, these are my boyfriends. james, sirius and remus. you’ve met james before at kings cross station remember?”

“oh yes! what a delight, it’s wonderful to see you sweetheart” your mother hugs them all and you can see the relief that flood from remus and sirius’ shoulders.

“you boys must be famished, come let’s do the kitchen and we can chat a bit before your father comes down”

you all make your way to the kitchen and sit around the island, your mother pours you all some water as she asks some questions.

they all answer very willingly with little hesitance and you can see the admiration they hold for your mother as she dotes on all of you as if they’re her own children.

the heavy footsteps of your father interrupts the conversation between sirius and your mum.

“y/n! i’ve missed you sweetheart” your father stated before wrapping you in a big hug, almost squeezing the life out of you before he lets go and looks curiously at the boys behind you.

he cocks an eyebrow which makes james gulp and remus fidget nervously before his face breaks out into a big smile.

“nice to meet you boys, i’ve heard that you’ve been helping my y/n around school” a chorus of ‘yes sirs’ is heard throughout the kitchen before you introduce them.

“dad, these are my boyfriends. you know james, and that’s sirius and the one next to him is remus” they all lift their hands up accordingly to wave at your old man.

“ah i see, well since we’ve already met why don’t we dig in to my wife’s delicious cooking” he laughs and pats sirius and remus on the back.

you usher them to the table where your dad and mom sit at the heads and you and james sit next to each other. across from you is remus and across from james is sirius.

you all eat happily and make small talk and you can almost feel the love and warmth in the air, your parents never once mentioned the scars on remus’ face or questioned why sirius lived with james and that he seemed to hesitate talking about his family.

all in all they all seemed so at peace with one another you couldn’t ask for anything more, your dad looks at you whilst everyone else talks and winks at you.

you know you’ve found a family in these boys and as have they in you.

#juliwrites #harry potter #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #marauders angst #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x girlfriend!reader

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andreabandrea · 21 days

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i think all the time about how hard it is to be a kid even in the best case scenarios. like yeah as a kid you have very few responsibilities and youre innocent etc but i think the thing is that adults (at least in the USA) largely do not consider you to be a human.

i remember when i was a kid, my parents were nice to me and supportive and so on-- i didnt have a bad childhood. but there were times where my dad would just take things from me, or interrupt me on the computer/tv, not because i had exceeded screen time or anything but just because "im the dad and im more important so i can do what i want". i remember how powerless i felt when adults would shout at me, especially if it was over something i didnt understand and/or hadnt been taught.

i remember adults laughing in my face sometimes when i was crying or upset, and i think about this when i see those 'toddler/kid freakout' tiktok videos mocking a child's reaction, even if it is for something "stupid" like they dropped their candy or whatever.

even the most well-meaning adults will often write off your pain and negative emotions as 'overreactions', and this goes triple if youre neurodivergent. i had pneumonia as a child and my doctor thought i was just being dramatic.

your input on things is largely seen as worthless. if your parents want to travel the country in a van, but you want to go to school and have friends and have your own bedroom, they'll just pack you up and take you in that van because you're the child and you're their property. i think about this when i see those 'van life' families, and i think about this as i'm reading the Wavewalker book about the girl who was forced to live on her parents' boat with little to no schooling for 10 years.

if your parents spank you and hit you, largely thats seen as their "choice" as parents, no matter how many studies tell them it traumatizes children. and youre dependent on the adults around you and if those adults suck, or if youre in a bad situation, you have very little to no ability to change that and you just have to endure.

and thats what drives me insane about desantis is that we see more and more rhetoric like "the rights of parents" and "protecting children" but these kids are being told that they do not have rights. its as if people truly believe parents deserve to know everything, even if the child doesnt feel safe telling them. people think parents deserve to control their kids' every choice and every move. but when it comes to protecting kids from gun violence and protecting gay/trans kids and especially kids of color, republicans could not give less of a shit. hell, even the grand majority of democrats barely care.

yes, i get it. parenting is unimaginably hard. the nuclear family is unsustainable especially in today's double-income-not-even-making-rent economy. the world is fucked up. sometimes kids are shitty and it might hurt you as an adult. but kids are not evil, and kids are not adults who are acting with fully developed brains and social skills and empathy and so on and its important to keep that in mind.

on the chance that anyone wants to reply with "well i hate kids :/" look. you dont have to be a parent. but at least be kind to children in your life. let the kid in the park ramble to you about skibidi toilet or fucking whatever. you do owe people kindness, especially children

#bandrea blabbers

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sillyblues · 1 year

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the ocean and the wind. (7)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: tonowari is the ocean and ronal is the wind. where does it leave you?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes: another late update again aaaaa our finals is so near i am shaking sobbing screaming!! as an apology there will be like mini extras after this so stay tuned for that also what the hell this is literally the final part of totw. my first fic and baby is ending. oh my god. i have written so much in this fic compared to my writing club lmao. whats your fave part and line?? i love them all but mine is lowkey part 3 because that's the start of misunderstandings and pain i love it. tell me ur thoughts and dont forget ily all. thank you so much for the huge support for this fic im so grateful to all of you JKSDGDISKJBDS :(((

part 1 ✩ part 2 ✩ part 3 ✩ part 4 ✩ part 5 ✩ part 6

Ronal knew guilt. Guilt introduced itself to her when she made a young boy cry and it never left her side ever since. She also learned helplessness. Helplessness hugged her from behind when she overheard her parents' worries for her, and it never took its arms away ever since. Hopelessness intertwined its own with her fingers when the friends she made after a long time got upset at her and it never took its arms away ever since.

But you came along and gently pried the sticky and murky darkness that eroded her and rendered her incapable of feeling more. You took her out from their figures and suddenly, she met joy. Joy chuckled along with her with your ridiculous banter with Tonowari. Faith introduced itself to her when she found herself talking with you and Tonowari and a couple of other friends. She learned of love from you, a beautiful and gentle breeze of air, and found one with Tonowari.

Then, your sudden disappearance came and the blues came back and turned into raging winds that wanted to sweep her away. But she held on tight to the joy of the memories with you. She held on tight to the faith that you gave her. She held on tight to the love that formed out for and from you.

But, she has never known anger. She never knew about the red that blinds her and the rage that boils within her veins. She never knew about the wrath that forms a hurricane and wants to destroy everything in its path. She never knew about the madness that wakes a typhoon that thirsts for violence and ruin. Not until now when she sees you in tears on the ground in the beach side with some wretched creatures laughing and looking down on you.

How dare you. How dare you.

“What is this?” a voice booms from behind her, low and deep, and Ronal did not need to look behind to see who it was. The girls look at her and Tonowari behind her. They let out grating giggles and she snarls, hissing at the sound.

“I said,” his voice thunders and the loudness attracted the attention of the others as they stopped to look at the situation, but Ronal paid no heed to them. “What is this?”

She did not know what to look at, the girls who dared to make you cry or you who is sobbing so painfully that she herself wants to cry with you. The anguish she holds for you, the pain each drop of your tears increases she feels for you overpower the unfamiliar terrifying storm that makes her want to shout at the short-haired girl that finally stopped their useless giggling. So she hurriedly comes over to you and embraces you in her arms.

“[Name]...”

“No, please let me go…” she feels you struggling, trying to hit and push her away but she knows—desperately hopes—you do not even hold an inch of intention to be away from her as she did when you tried to calm her down when she first met you. She lets you and did not let you go, not even soften her embrace on you just once.

She leaned close to you and perhaps Eywa heard her prayers but she felt relief when you finally understood that she wants to protect and help you this time. But a huge part of her hurts in the way, you cover your face into the crook of her neck and your sobs are muffled against her skin. The wetness of her shoulder brings over a hot air that wants to melt one of the girls who dared to make you cry which she finally recognizes. Letsakx.

“What’s wrong, Tonowari? I was just telling her how you two did not need her anymore,” her thin voice said in a disgusting sickly tone, “How you are to be mated before Eywa soon enough and lead the clan together. Without her.”

She batted her eyelashes at Tonowari like a blind snake that wiggles its body to attract a mate. Disgusting. She looks at Tonowari who clearly has the same thing in his mind. His jaw clenches and his fist tightens, his eyes as still as the calm before the storm.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Tonowari? Aren’t I right?” she condescendingly giggles once more, “Don’t be shy, tell her the truth. She’s just a plaything you’ve gotten tired of when Ronal entered your life—”

Ronal snarls at her. “Shut your mouth! You do not know anything! How dare you run off your useless mouth with such lies!”

“Or what? What would you do?” the vile wench scoffed at her, “Besides, everyone knows, everyone knows Tonowari wants to mate with you. Not poor little useless [Name] who has been with him for so long and still couldn’t have him. I wonder what you have that she, a long-time friend of his, doesn’t? What everyone else doesn’t?”

Amidst her anger, Ronal could care less what she’s insinuating. She could not give a single piece of her mind what interesting choice words she says to insult her. Perhaps, if the past version of Ronal was the one standing as of now, she is sure it would affect her and destroy what little of care she has for herself left. But she is not the old her now. The one in front of her that stands in front of everyone is the Ronal of the present, the one who has changed and will continue to change. So no, whatever slander the unblessed by Eywa herself says about her does not offend her.

But it is entirely a different matter when it is you who she dares to commit such blasphemy and disrespect. It is a different matter when you, Eywa’s blessed child of love and joy, are reduced to sorrow and grief. You, who are full of smiles and everything nice of this world, are reduced to tears and sobs.

Ronal can feel your breath hitch at Letsakx’s words and you go limp in her arms like you had given up on everything. Like you had given up on the love that she and Tonowari have for you but you do not feel. Like you had given up on the way she and Tonowari see you but you do not see.

No. No. Nononono—

“[Name]... no, no, don’t believe anything she says. I see you. He sees you.” Ronal pleads with you as she gently lowers herself and you to the sand. She rocks your body gently and caresses the wet hair that is stuck to your face from your tears. She finally sees your eyes and oh—you’re gone. Your eyes are glossy but they do not shine anymore. You don’t even look at her. You don’t see her. You don’t see them.

“[Name]...” She chokes out a sob and she’s helpless in the storm that harshly scratches her skin. The wind has become blades that tear whatever is left of her heart and dried her blood dry.

“Hahaha! How pathetic! Is it your tears that seduced our future Olo’eyktan? I can’t believe a tramp like you has—”

“Take my mates’ name out of your mouth.” Tonowari’s deep voice permeates the whole island and suddenly everything stops. The murmurs and the hushed whispers of the onlookers, the giggling of the girls who managed to kill her life and love, the whiffs of the winds, the waves of the ocean. It all stops.

Ronal looks at Tonowari who stands in front of the both of them. She can only see his back, his figure towering over the other girls. Letsakx’s arm is held by him, and she could see the fear and confusion creeping onto her and leaving her legs slightly trembling.

“W-What? Let me go—”

“My mate had told you to shut your mouth but you did not, did you?” his grip tightens, his veins becoming more prominent and his muscles tensing, and she struggles as her arm turns purple.

Ronal purses her lips and let her tears fall. Despite the pain in her heart, she feels warm. She feels loved. She feels seen. Tonowari is a blessing and you are her miracle. Really, it hurts how fate won’t let her live peacefully and contented. She silently grieves over the lost future she dreams of with you and him.

“You are our soon-to-be Olo’eyktan! I am one of your people, you cannot do this to me!” She shouts at him but panic can be easily heard from her voice. Tonowari is silent and she takes this as him contemplating her words as she continued as arrogance comes back as she believes her delusions, “You cannot hurt me. You can only serve me as our Olo’eyktan.”

“And as your future Olo’eyktan, you should have known better than to insult my chosen mates,” his voice is thick, full of calm yet venomous wrath that threatens to break the weak constraints of his patience, “and to insult my mates is to insult me.”

He pushes her away with force to her group of friends and did not care that she fell. She starts to sob and Ronal can only grit her teeth. Forgiveness was a lesson she had to learn by herself. She learned to forgive the parents of the boy who hated her and humiliated her without them asking to. She learned to forgive her friends who blamed her for something she never really intended to make them feel without asking to. She learned to forgive herself for the faults she committed and learned how to grow stronger and mature.

But she does not think she can forgive Letsakx for what she has done. To you. To Tonowari. To herself.

“This is a warning to each and every one of you. Touch them again, hurt them again, and I will not hesitate to show you what your soon Olo’eyktan’s wrath is.” He glowers at them and the people kneel at him. They bow their heads showing their alliance to their leader.

Ronal looks at you once more and finds you looking at the setting sun on the ocean. The golden rays glisten so beautifully on your skin. The wind sways your hair, it whispers out to you, and the waves try their hardest to reach out to you and call out your name.

He comes back to both of you. She looks at him and tells him with her eyes to take her and you away from this mess. Tears slip out and he sends her a smile that hides the same pain she feels, but she sees through him. She sees him. She sees you close your eyes.

Tonowari carries the both of you in each of his arms and into the inner island where no one would come to disturb nor dare to hurt each of you again.

“Take my mates’ name out of your mouth.” Tonowari’s words still ring through your head over and over again. Mates? The sinful part of you, the greedy little thing desperately hopes what he said is true. That he considered you to be truly his mate. But you know better. You learned better. Tonowari is a kind man. Very, very kind that he would put anybody else first before himself. He is putting you first despite what anyone will say to him because he is kind.

Ronal’s warmth encases you and the green monster wishes to be buried hidden beneath her loving embrace. But you know better. You learned better. She is a thoughtful woman. She cares about others first, most of the time overlooking what she thinks and feels. She cares for you first despite what anyone will say to her because she is thoughtful.

They only protected you back then because they are kind and they care for you. Because you are their friend. And as a friend, you should thank them for defending you and offer your congratulations for their bonding.

But you can’t open your mouth. The words are stuck in your throat, it encloses and constricts what you want to say and you find yourself feeling so stupid and pathetic all over again.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it now,” Tonowari says suddenly. He carried you and Ronal into the inner parts of the island. The creek where you first met Ronal. The creek where you witnessed the love they had for each other and left none for you. He placed you both on the grass nearby the streaming water and sat close to you. “Please.”

“Please see us,” Ronal takes your hands and you look at her.

“I do.”

“But you don’t.” Tonowari leans his forehead against your temple as he pleads with you. You frown. How could he say that? How could he? You try to withdraw your hands and you leaned back away from him. They look at you with so much hurt in their eyes but they still don’t let go of you. It pains you to see them like this but you swallowed it down.

“I don’t? What do you mean? I see you two. Eywa knows how much I look at you and how much it hurts me. She knows how I desperately beg for her forgiveness because I shouldn’t be hurting. I should be happy for both of you, you two who are so in love with each other. I should be happy for both of you because I am your friend!” like the creek that trickles continuously nearby you, your tears flow down endlessly, “But I’m not. Seeing you two hurts me.”

You tilt your head and close your eyes. It’s odd. You don’t even dare to say what you feel out loud to yourself, much less even think about telling them both. But you did. The suffocating and heavy weight that kills you inside is finally out in the open. You scoff inwardly. You guess it won’t be too long till they would shun you out for daring to disturb their love.

You were alright with being just their friend. You accepted and settled just for that so that you wouldn’t ruin anything. Why… Why did you have to push me like this?

“Do you love us?” Ronal’s trembling voice made you open your eyes. You look at her, with your hands in her tight grip, not leaving you any chance to turn them away. You take in her beauty which made it irresistible for you to say the truth.

“Yes. I love you two so much.” You breathe out.

“Tell us how much you want us. Let us understand you. Let us see you.” She crawls towards you until you back away. But you can only move so much until your back hits Tonowari’s chest. She sits so close to you, only a breath away from each other. His arms snake around your waist and you feel your breath hitch. Like a captivated Na’vi who fell victim to the storm that brew in their eyes, you let the wind and the ocean drift you away.

“I want you. I want you two so bad it hurts. You are my source of greed. My selfishness.” Your hand is placed on Ronal’s cheek by herself and you caress it. Her eyes look at you with so much wonder and love. They are so full of life and you find yourself looking at your reflection in them. “You are my prayers to Eywa.”

Tonowari rubs his head against yours and he kisses the temple of your forehead and it takes all of you to not melt underneath his warmth.

“But you two are made for each other. Tonowari, you are mighty and strong like the ocean. You have what it takes to be our Olo’eyktan. Ronal, you are as gentle but as powerful as the wind. You have what it takes to Tsahik. You even proved it once more a while ago, you can make quite the storm together,” you lightly chuckle with a sense of pride and bitterness.

“But between the two of you, there is no place for me,” you smile painfully, “So let me go. Leave me with the sins of being greedy and selfish to both of you. Leave me and go forward with each other.”

“You said you see us. But you’re wrong.” Tonowari suddenly says against your skin. You shiver at his breath. You look at him questioningly. He looks at you, his blue eyes are deep with emotions you find yourself drowning in.

“If you do, then you should have known how we long for you as well. How we want you so bad. How we want you to be with us. Together.” Ronal rests her head on the other side of your shoulder.

“If you do, then you should have known how greedy and selfish we are as well for you. Be greedy with me. With Ronal. Be selfish with us and let us be the same with you.” Their words make you widen your eyes. Shock leaves you speechless and their confession leaves you breathless.

“You say we are the ocean and the wind, but you are the life. You are the gleaming plants and the flora the wind dances with. You are the glowing lights underneath the ocean it flows with. You are the direction that guides the wind. You are the water that makes the ocean.”

“We might be the ocean and the wind, but without you, there is nothing of us.”

Suddenly, you are aware of the way they look at you. The way they touch you. The way they are so close to you.

“Do you hear the ocean and the wind that has been longing for you and calling out your name for so long?”

“Do you see us now?”

With more tears not out of sadness, but surprise and tenderness, flow out once more, you chuckle hoarsely. You finally rest against Tonowari and fully embrace Ronal. You close your eyes. You hear the waves of the ocean from the distance and feel the breeze of the wind. You open your eyes and look at them.

“I see you.”

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junosmindpalace · 2 years

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hello! i saw your requests were open and you write for saiki k ! 😁 I was wondering if i can request general dating hcs for saiki?

my first saiki request! exciting! also ive been so active??? hopefully i can keep this up, ive been working to clear out my inbox so i can open it again!

i miss watching saiki k i need to rewatch for the thousandth time

general kusuo saiki dating headcanons

-for saiki, dating was never something of interest to him, especially considering the nature of his supernatural abilities

-even he’s uncertain how he managed to fall in love with you in his hectic everyday life, but he did, and to his surprise, you liked him back! So boom boom you two are dating!

-dating saiki isn’t a secret thing, but a private thing, you get what i mean? He doesn’t go out of his way to hide the fact you two are seeing each other but he definitely doesn’t initiate pda or outright tell people the two of you are dating just for the sake of telling

-saiki isnt completely reserved as most people may think though. I mean hes in a relationship for a reason. If he didnt want to take on the responsibilities of being a boyfriend then he wouldnt be in a relationship. Simple!

-pda is an absolute no no most of the time, but in private, he doesnt mind being more physical

-by physical i mean bothering the shit out of him

-maybe the two of you will be reading on his couch, opposite end of each other, and out of nowhere you just stretch your legs onto his lap

-he shoots you a glare and you stick your tongue out, and thats pretty much it. He doesnt push you off, just continues reading and letting you relax

-maybe you’ll both be watching tv in the dark late at night and you’ll lean into his side and again, he wont move. Hell, he might rest his arm on the cushion behind you!

-dating saiki means youre probably the more talkative one, but there are plenty of times where saiki just loves to rant to you about his annoyances

-”ah look, nuisances A and B.” “kusuo thats rude” “dont pretend to be all nice”

-he brings you everywhere with him. As he already almost constantly gets dragged into something he doesnt want to do by his friends, he’s dragging you along with him so you can suffer too (cough he can tolerate his friends a bit more)

-youre a bit of a translator for him, usually the one who excuses his rudeness sometimes and he’ll go “don’t speak for me”

-his friends are shocked when he finds out about you to say the least. But they adore you!!

-sooo super nice because of course. eventually as you all continue to get closer and they notice the subtle change in saikis demeanor when hes around you, the soft smiles and attentiveness, theyre genuinely so happy for the two of you

-you have to beg him for homework answers that he typically refuses to give you, saying you need to take responsibility for your work

-you do know about his powers; you have to if youre his partner

-and sometimes you cant help yourself by asking questions or asking him to show off sometimes

-but other than that youre respectful of his boundaries and leave him alone about it

-but maaaaybe sometimes he’ll be nice. like if you accidentally misplaced something of yours, he’ll use clairvoyance to find it and silently leave in somewhere you’ll find later

-cafe dates! Purposely makes sure to steer clear of places his classmates would visit to avoid attention

-surprise him with a sweet he likes (bonus points if its to cheer him up after his friends put him in a foul mood) and he’ll give you a brief kiss on your cheek <3

-his parents love you which he doesnt know if its a good or bad thing, because theyre constantly all over you, his dad teasing him all the time

-you’re always welcome in their house!

-something you wouldve never expected was saiki getting protective, but when it comes down to his brother, he cant help but be a little nervous, so he keeps you a lot closer when hes visiting or his family visits him and invites you to come along

-overall being in a relationship with saiki is surprisingly exciting, and though he isnt very vocal about it, its through his little actions that you can tell he appreciates having you in his life

#saiki k oneshot #saiki k hcs #saiki headcanons #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki k imagines #saiki k x you #saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo

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h0ck3yl0v3r · 9 months

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this love

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

sc26 x childhood!bestfriend reader

warnings: kissing, anything else lmk!

seamus casey, your destined best friend since you were babies. your parents both went to college together and were best friends. they also got pregnant around the same time. seamus was two months older, he always made fun of you for that.

when you and seamus were both finally 18, he was nhl draft bound and umich bound. you decided to follow him there both having gotten accepted and on scholarships. your parents couldn’t have been more proud, even going as far to throwing a party.

seamus was always so protective of you, always making sure you were okay. there was never a time where you were crying and he wasn’t there to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. he never liked talking to many people, he was kept to himself and you were the only person to bring him out of his shell. he was so nervous for the draft but your smile and pep talks were the only thing that could calm him down, and you couldn’t have been more proud of him for being drafted to the devils.

college came quick. you and seamus leaving your hometown to chase your dreams.

everything was great. you and seamus had a lot of classes together and he even made sure to include you in things he did. which landed you in a frat house at a party after a win against michigan state, one of umich’s biggest rivals. it was winter time, your favorite season but you cant help but feel so down.

as you were sitting near the kitchen you couldn’t help but keep looking at seamus. he had brought you to this party but ended up losing each other since he got dragged away by his teammates.

he currently sat in the living room with some random sorority girl. you had feelings for seamus since the 7th grade. never wanting to ruin a friendship you stayed quiet.

one of seamus teammates approached you, “hey i’m mark, you’re y/n right, seamus’s best friend?” he asked before taking a seat next to you. “yeah that’s me” you said giving him a small smile hoping he didn’t catch you staring at seamus.

“so you and seamus have been friends since you guys were babies? he always talks about you, its nice to finally meet you.” he said bringing his hand out to for a hand shake, which you shook his hand softly. “our parents are best friends and had us around the same time so they raised us together, we’ve been inseparable since.” you said and he let out a soft laugh.

you and mark talked for a while getting to know each other, but all you wanted was seamus, you kept looking over at him any chance you got. “you know y/n i think you have a crush on my boy seamus.” mark said and you choked on your water trying to hide the blush forming on your face. “me liking seamus? no way he’s just my best friend plus theres no way hes into me.” you said placing your water down. “yeah sure, best friends dont talk or look at each other the way you two do.” he said and you looked at him confused and he began talking again. “i said he talks about you a lot and when i say that i mean its non stop. any time you send him a selfie or anything he’s so quick to smile at his phone and he’ll say it was from you. every time you’re at our games he’s always looking for you never anyone else. and i see the way you look at him at every party. the way you get so upset whenever a girl goes up to him.” you couldn’t help but sit there and think about what mark had said almost on the verge of crying from feeling all your emotions overcome you.

“mark please dont be fucking with me right now. i’ve liked him since 7th grade and i never wanted to ruin anything between us so i kept quiet.” you said looking up at him and he gave you a genuine smile. “trust me, our whole team wants you two together, you bring out the best of him. he’s always so gloomy and grumpy and you’re his sunshine. you’re the only person who can calm him down or help him. now go get your man.” he said patting your back helping you up. you mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before going to seamus.

you tapped his shoulder softly and he paused his conversation with the girl sitting with him. “can we talk?” you said softly, which had seamus up on his feet excusing himself from the girl and holding your hand leading you to an empty balcony.

you stood there enjoying the breeze and the night sky. “what’s up sunshine? you seem upset.” he said coming up behind you giving you a back hug, something he always did when he knew you were upset. you turned to face him, looking up you couldn’t help but to notice the moons reflection in his eyes. “you’re so pretty.” you mumbled and immediately realized what you said hoping he didn’t hear you, but he did. “you’re pretty too.” he said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “shea, i like you, like a lot. actually scratch that. i love you. more than anything in this world, and it’s okay if you dont feel the same i totally get it i mean you have all these girls who-“ he cuts off your rant with a kiss. his hands tangled in your hair and yours on his chest. you pull away for a second to catch your breath and he whispers “i love you too.” against your lips before you pull him back in for another kiss.

your boy was finally yours. and he finally got his dream girl.

#seamus casey #seamus casey x reader #seamus casey x yn #umich hockey #umich imagine #mark estapa #umich blurbs #umich boys #luke hughes

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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The Forger with an autistic child

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Anya, Loid & Yor ] [ Spy x Family ]

I HAD to do this, I wouldn't be in peace with myself if I didn't do this, seriously is just that they are a really cute family 🥺🥺

You were in the same orphanage as Anya, you two were really close friends, for being consider weird for the other kids you two always stuck together (you were the only one Anya talk to)

Anya may not understand exactly your autism, but she understand that there are things that makes you uncomfortable or even hurt so she help you avoid them, also she doesn't see anything bad with your "strange behavior", she easily adapt to whatever you do/need

Whenever you go non-verbal or semi-verbal is not a problem, she can easily read your mind, that could make you find out about her power, at first she try to cover it, but at the end she will admit it but beg you to keep it as a secret, and you do

When Loid come to adopt a kid and get interested in Anya she makes sure he adopt you too, she wasn't planing to leave you behind, and thats how you became officialy a family

You had your own room, but if you had problems adapting to your new house Anya offer you to sleep together in her room (or yours), but if you decline she will let Chimera in your room to make you company (Anya give to Chimera the important mission of keep you company at night until you get fully adapted and comfortable in your new house)

It won't take long for Loid to notice your autism, but he won't say anything right away, first will try to find out if you know what is autism and that you have it, knowing it or not he will take time to explain it to you and try to discover how exactly affects you

Loid have an incredible power of adaptation, and if he need to adapt the house for you to be comfortable he will. He will make sure your room is decored at your liking and full of things of your comfort!

Also, Loid is really caring with both of you (even if he doesn't want to admit it), so he is going to be careful with how he treat you until he identificate all your needs, he will memorize them to take them always in consideration

If you have food sensory issues then he won't cook with whatever you don't like, and have no problem with cooking your comfort food whenever you want, but also will try to keep a healthy and balanced diet. Still, if there something you dont want to eat Anya will eat it for you if you eat her carrots

When he meets Yor and offer her the deal he makes sure to tell her about you, at first he just tell her that you have autism but when they get married and she move to the house thats when he give her more details about your condition and needs

To be honest Yor really wants to be your mother but is scare to do so, she is scare to do something wrong and upset you, specially if are having troubles to accept her (changes can be difficult to handle)

Yor will take the longest time to adapt, but that doesn't mean that she didn't likes you. She will try to remember all the things that triggered you or the things that help you to be able to take good care of you

For a while she probably were so nervous that even treat you like if you were made of glass, so Loid will have to reasure her that its fine, she didn't have to be so nervious or careful, he will teach her how to approach to you, even Anya will try to help! (and if you yourself approach her, maybe to apologize or to reasure her that she is fine Yor will be on the verge of tears)

They always try to avoid whatever triggered you, but in case you ended getting overwhelmed both are quickly to react and help you out. Anya too, since she can read your mind she could easily know when something is bothering you and she is ready to help you too

We know they are pretty protective parents, so in the case that you get overwhelmed or even start getting an anxiety attack by someone's fault they could take care of it rather easily (Yor is more direct while confronting the person), if it was an accident with an apologize it would be fine, but if that person did it in purpose then they won't be able to get away so easily

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dex0s · 8 months

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𝘖𝘮𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 (𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘵𝘸)

NOT PROOF READ (update it’s proof read)

One if your the sibling to miles (older or younger) AND their over protective… man all I have to said is good fucking luck because that thing you call freedom. Yeah that said bye bye too it because that shit will be gone before you can take your first breath

If you’re the child of Aaron (the uncle). You have freedom but it’s slowly going to rot away into nothing.

If you date anyone like ANYONE girl, boy, nonbinary their ass is getting there background check. Up,down, sideways, vertical, horizontal, and double take no word is going to be missed and oh if they found out your partner had something to do with the crime or just a red flag. Sadly that next day they got charged for that crime (or they made some shit up)

Grades… there’s two ways this can go

You’re miles sibling. Oh all I can say is pray to the lord above. They are on your ASS when it comes to grade. Just because your the young sibling (old sibling, too you’re a role model for miles) doesn’t mean you can just sit your pretty ass and slack off. Sure maybe that will let you off with a B or two but anything lower or more then two B’s. Your electronic devices anything that can go on social media and things you can watch TVs shows or movies, or anything else are all gone. There’s no more. Until you get your grades up.

Oh but if you Aaron’s kid. Heaven that all I can said. Sure he may ask why do you have the grade you got. But most of the time he doesn’t care. Your ass can have a Z (i dont know how but yea) and all he would do is ask why that grade and if you give a good answer why. He would just excuse the grade. But if your answer is not really that good like for example, saying you just didn’t want to do it, you’ll be a little bit disappointed in you, but end up not caring because he wants you to have fun in life and not you stuck studying and stressing over some test.

Friendships hmm again back with the miles sibling thing. Just like with the partner that background check is going to be looked at like when a crackhead looks at drugs. Sniffing out all the shit this ONE person did. And that would be for anyone your friends with. And with Aaron he doesn’t really doesn’t care who you’re friends with as long as you’re making good choices and not going out there sniffing cocaine and doing dumb shit.

You definitely have that parent lock thing on your phone or your parents put a time when you can be on your phone and then your phone locks and you can’t get in unless you have the password. You definitely have that and then weekly phone check ups to go through your messages, calls, pictures, your social media’s, everything.

𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸

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multifandom-hcs · 1 year

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So i dont know your rules but could you perhaps to smut headcannons for the monkeys or parenting headcanons for them?please?

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 +𝟏𝟖 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧��𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬 ^^

𝐏. 𝐒: 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 :")

𝐂/𝐍 : 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞! ^^

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Macaque:

✡ Let's say that you two adopted Bai He (aka LBD's host) therefore, the little girl is excited of finally having a baby sibling

✡ Protective, really protective with his children, whenever you and Macaque go on dates he always makes sure that 3 shadow monkeys stay next or close to the kids

✡ He shows the kids some shadow plays, talking about how a cold warrior met a sweet and lovely partner, how they falled in love and in the end they lived happily ever after with two beautiful children

✡ He always joins Bai He and C/N whenever they are playing, pretending to be an evil wizard or a mighty hero saving innocent people, yeah stuff like that

✡ I like to think he would transform into his smoke monster and carry the children in his hand while you are in his shoulder, just giving the three of you a fun ride or just enjoying the view

✡ If any of the kids doesn't feel like going to bed he would tell you: "Don't worry dear, I'll handle this, you rest" and go read them a story

✡ Since he's new at parenting, he sometimes feels insecure about not being a good father so you are there to comfort him telling him that he is doing a great job

✡ In summary, he would be a really protective and caring dad, not even thinking twice to make ashes whoever hurts his little angels

✡ Bragging to Wukong how amazing his children are?? Yes, absolutely

Sun Wukong:

❀ BANDIT HEELER VIBES, tbh I do see Sun being like Bandit from Bluey as a father

❀ That means, he would be a little bit teasing with his kid, asking for password everytime the child wants to go inside any room, pretending to be you, etc, etc

❀ When you two go on dates, he would either call MK to babysit, or use one of his clones to stay with the child while you two are out

❀ But you might want to be ready because most of the times the whole house ends up messy when the other Wukong stays to babysit, little footprints in the ceiling, yeah a total mess

❀ When the child can't sleep, he would start telling them stories of how he saved the world from DBK, how he met his old friends, yeah, stories about him mostly, surprisingly the kid doesn't seem to get tired of those stories

❀ He loves giving the little one piggyback rides, and if you ask for it he would do it to you as well, maybe to brag a little about how strong he is

❀ Protective as well, but not like macaque, hes careful if the kid gets too close to an edge on Flower Mountain or stuff like that, grabbing them with his tail

❀ Just like Macaque, he would brag about his kid non stop to him, like literally every single time he can

❀ The monkeys of the mountain LOVE your child, half of the time don't be surprised to see your kid surrounded by white furred monkeys sleeping like babies

❀ So yeah, Wukong would be a really fun dad, really caring and loving, maybe sharing his peach chips with them because he loves them so much

︶ ꒷ ︶︶︶︶ ꒷꒦ ‧₊ ୧

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 - ^^

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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hey you should some dating johnny cade hc

Dating Johnny Cade HCs

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

-> warnings: foul language, pet names { baby, honey, sweetheart }

-> pairings: johnny cade x reader

{🤍}

sweet boy ong.

PLEASE he loves to cuddle with you !!

"c'mere cuddlebug" <3

M E L T S when you compliment or praise him

is really really really really really really really really shy before you both start dating

100 fucking percent asked dally for advice b4 asking you out

look, if you have a RBF, johnnycake is kimda scared of you (at first)

until dall strolls up to you and offers you a blunt, johnny might think youll jump up and bite his fingers off lmao

ok so but i

johnny loves watching you smoke????

watching the smoke seep from your lips?? hes purring.

but when you shOTGUN?!?!?!?!? he's feral.

if johnny ever gets hurt, expect to be one of the first person he looks for to clean him up and give him shelter

if he ends up in jail for participating in one of Dally's stunts, he doesn't want to call

bc you'll be worried and want to spend ur money on bail for him 🤕❤

but its ok in the end bc hes in love w you

PICNIC DATES QUESTION MARK

i feel like johnny would be so down for these

i also think johnny's lowkey (and i mean low key) a cat person

is that just me? ok ill go away now

AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER for sharing cigs with his partner <3

if you had a good home life, johnny would really want to spend time with your family

because he was robbed of an okay parent/child relationship, he yearns for his partner's parents to like him

would be absolutely distraught if they didn't like him, my poor boy ☹

please tell him he's loved

he needs that

would call you sweetheart, baby, honey or a nickname based off your name or an inside joke or smth

johnny boy likes that intimacy :p

wap so hes a sub switch at best

GO TO THE MOVIES WITH HIM!!!!

PLEASE

sharing a coke (the drink smh) and fries :')

making comments the whole time and loving his little laugh that follows

play a prank or two 😍

but you might need to take the fall just a warning

if you tend to get in trouble with the law, johnny would be chill with that shit because he's friends with dallas winston

but will always be a lil nervous for his bae

will take you out when you get out of the slammer

diner dinners, late night walks (with knives for safety), dirty jokes, random puns... this is all johnny.

you make him so happy

would have cash set aside for a lil smth for your birthday dont even TRY to argue

cheek kisses, neck kisses, forhead kisses

theyre so... simple

so simple but they make him so happy

dally also likes how happy you make johnny

is protective over johnny, don't get me wrong, but is calmer when he knows its you

i mean, everyone knows you

you have a reputation, of course

dally lowkey admires you, even if ur younger than him

anywayz

is kind of oblivious when it comes to relationships, tbh...

its sweet (for the most part)

loves holding your hand

please

please hold his hand

please hold his hand all the time

two-bit loves you bc johnnys in love with you and you help him (two-bit) with making fun of certain Socs

you also have a rep for dark/offensive humor so two and soda absolutely lose their shit when you make a joke im not even lying

wait but like soda really likes the dynamic you both have

i.e: you act like siblings and poke fun at pony sometimes

but its all good bc ur dating johnny

i mean, dude, its johnny

darry highkey really likes you

the gamg likes you, johnnh is in love with you, we're all cool

imagine: mother darry's reaction to you get into a fight

"hey y/n," darry greeted the teen. they were grabbing a piece of chocolate cake. the curtis household was notorious for its chocolate cakes.

y/n shut the ice box door and went for a fork, strategically avoiding letting darry see their face. "yo," they replied, turning to leave the room.

darry stuck his hand out before y/n could leave the kitchen. "look at me," he commanded, suspicious.

y/n tilted their face up to look at him. darry's eyes widened. they had teo black eyes, a deep lookinh scratch from their temple to their chin, a dried bloody nose, busted lip, and a toothy grin plastered all over their face. "it wasn't my fault, dare, promise," they say.

darry tuts. "the hell it wasnt. you see johnny yet with those battle scars o'yers?"

"nah. ain't wanna wake 'im up yet."

dear god then two bit lumbers in. "hey, y'all heard? shepherd's plannin' a rumble- damn!" he howls. he swiped his finger in the frosting of y/n's cake and got a good look at their face. "damn kid! you kick their asses?"

y/n smirks. "duh."

two bit laughs and gets his own slice of cake while darry leans against the counter wondering how why y/n was so carefree.

"you're such a mother, jeez," y/n commented to Darry.

two bit laughed again.

"missed you, baby"

AWOOOGA BARK BATK BARK PURR MEOW JEIEKJQODIS

the gang totally gags and pretends to vomit when you guys kiss or they walk in go you making out

pony is ur no. 1 supporter

respect, my g 😪✊

if anyone wants more lmk. ill edit this bad boy later

johnny cade taglist:

@paxdawg

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erwinsvow · 2 months

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I know this isn’t the usual speed around here but slightly pathetic whimpery s1 Rafe is to die for!! He’s obviously cocky and entitled but it’s in a more spoiled and almost bratty way so he throws his little temper tantrums when he doesn’t get his way… I think s1 has seriously overlooked toxic Rafe potential

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wait i know im allllll about season 2 rafe like hes loml seriously but i just started rewatching season 1 and i dont like his hair lol but hes so toxic and gross. i know everyone on here has been talking more about him and like fratboy rafe and i usually refrain but something about being his gf through all of season 1..... im hornee.

in particular im thinking of like how he acts so douchey with everyone in public but its so visible he has a huge soft spot for you.. waves you over when he's just hanging out with his friends to check in that you're doing okay, goes and gets you a fresh drink before giving you a kiss and sending you off back to ur friends.. makes some gross comment about how you were screaming for him in the back of his truck last night after you walk away... kelce is like bro. i always sit in the back.

you'd be lurking in his bedroom when he goes down to 'have a chat' with his dad, like when he gets yelled at about the generators. comes back all angry and literally folds you in half and fucks you until you cry because you are his favorite way to calm down <3 ... (i have no idea what the vibes on this blog are and i dont wanna make people mad but he gets so manipulative... esp if you're just like i don't feeling like fucking again right now or esp in public!!!! which he looooves.... starts going on a tangent about how he provides for you and takes care of you and he's the man of the house and if he needs to relax you should be on your knees already.... sorry omg if ur reading this n youre starting to hate me i apologize in advance. i never talk about scummy scummy rafe but hes real and hes so hot. fully wants you to be like a hyperactive horny bunny just waiting for his dick at all times.... i would 110% start doing it too... ANYWAYS)

he's so spoiled so he likes spoiling you with anything you want... most of the stuff he gets you is pretty much for him tho... gets hard because you wear an RC necklace.. lots of pretty lingerie and babydolls that he likes to rip up...handcuffs because duh.. it's almost always you in the handcuffs but every once in a while he can be convinced to get in them lol

but the temper tantrums are soooo real like especially if you're out with friends or made plans with your parents. like he seriously loves making you abandon your plans to come see him. but then youll show up and hes at a party and selling or ignoring you and ofc you cry because it's like he made you come here and not even giving you any attention... then he'll drag you out by your hair and fuck you SOOO mean in the back of his truck talkin about "just needed this dick, yeah? s'okay, dad's gonna give it to ya hard. then you'll be good as gold won'tya?" ugh. hes so mean.

im still in my rewatch but the scene where him and topper beat up pope:( this especially hits sooo hard w my pogue reader but i can just imagine that being the cause of your first real fight, like you're so upset he can be that cruel but there goes his manipulation tactics.. telling you he needs to be a proactive man to protect you and his friends and his turf. he's not letting anyone walk all over him, regardless if you like them or not. fucks you until you forget all about your pogue friends, and then you end up bandaging his bloody hand for him.

ooohh and when they go to that movie showing.. can just imagine curling up on a lawnchair with him under a blanket, him n the boys are on high alert for jj and pope but he keeps a tight arm around you, goes and gets you a soda and popcorn which you two share.. you don't want him to leave and you whine when he does.. can just imagine the scene where jj and pope turn back to look at him when kie tells them rafe is right behind them. rafe is staring so hard at them while ur tryna feed him a piece of popcorn. LOL

#waiiiit i love you babe you just made me actually want to write for s1 rafe. bye HAH #do you prefer like these long winded explanations or a real full on drabble in reply?#love u !#📮 asks #💓 anon

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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Hello! I love your writing so much!!!!

May I request something along the lines of reader and Joey are friends and had a drunken one night stand and she finds out she’s pregnant and they decide that they will co-parent when the bébé is here but they fall in love during the pregnancy? (Only if you’re comfortable writing it tho) thanksies a lot ♥️

ok so this request fed me an ENDING and its the most awful thing because i like to let my mind wander and come to my own conclusions, so, sorry anon, but i only used the first half of your request and i dont care if you're ok with that or not... ok love you :) bye Wordcount: 5K

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“I need to talk to you,”

It wasn’t as pressing as we need to talk, but the urgency felt the same when you said it.

“Alright,” Joe had sounded a little confused, but he had no reason to not take you seriously when he heard your tone.

“Not over the phone, face to face,” you clarified, biting a piece of skin by your nail, and ripping a chunk of it off.

“Is something wrong?” Joe asked, his concern growing.

You stared at the positive pregnancy test in front of you on the coffee table.

“Could you come over now?”

The two of you hadn’t been in a room alone since that night. You had both agreed it was such a dumb mistake, one you’d never speak of again – you promised it, and then you made Joe pinky swear you, to really lock it in.

You’d been vulnerable, drunk, and emotional after a date ghosted you, and Joe had been there with kind words, empathetic eyes, and soft hugs for you.

He spent that evening telling your friends, who only wanted to know what was wrong, to leave you alone, and you’d felt all protected by him.

It turned out to be lethal mixture, all of it combined, and it hadn’t scared Joe off when you had said through laughs that one particularly tight hug had given you fanny-flutter. Instead, he’d gone, “Yea? Feel this,” and had guided your hand onto his semi.

You’d left the party immediately.

Afterwards, you’d been just fine within groups. It was easy to pretend you hadn’t heard the noises Joe made when you’d been wrapped and clenched around him, when you were surrounded by other people who steered the conversation.

Joe used his acting skills to make everyone believe he’d never even thought of you that way, all sweaty and panting between his sheets and underneath his hands. But if the two of you crossed paths in an empty kitchen when getting drinks, or in a hallway as you waited for the toilet, it was awkward.

You would be all nervous laughter and Joe would be all tensed shoulders when there wasn’t at least one other person in your presence that you could both latch onto so you wouldn’t have to talk to each other. Avoidance wasn’t the right word, but careful consideration of who you’d be around at social settings was something that kept the both of you on your toes.

Therefore, calling him now, just a little over a month after that night, was odd. And you asking to talk to him face to face in private even more so.

“Hey, you alright?” Joe seemed like he’d rushed, not entirely out of breath, but definitely breathing heavier through flared nostrils. It was obvious that you’d been crying.

“I don’t think we are,” you answered, and Joe curved his eyebrows.

We?

You didn’t know what else to do besides just show him. You lead the way over to your coffee table, let yourself fall onto your sofa and reached for the pregnancy test you’d taken a couple hours earlier. You rolled your wrist to hold it out for Joe to see, who seemingly forgot how to breathe entirely.

“What the…” Joe said when he finally sat down next to you, eyes still glued to the blue plus sign on the small display. “Is it…” Joe finished the rest of his question in his mind: mine? You understood what he meant.

“Sort of has to be,” you answered, revealing you hadn’t had any other sexual partners since him. And, if you were honest, it had been a dry couple of months leading up to that night, as well. It was one of the reasons why it all had played out the way it had in the first place.

“Oh, right,” was all Joe managed to say as he carefully placed the pregnancy test back on the table in front of you, leaving the two of you to stare at it there.

The same whirlwind ravaged through both of your minds as you remained silent for a while.

“What, um... what do you want to do?” Joe was the first to break the silence, eyes not pulling from the plastic device on the table in front of him.

“What do you think we should do?” you passed the ball right back to him.

“I don’t think I get much say, to be honest,” Joe said, and you disagreed, but you knew what he meant and appreciated the sentiment. It would’ve been much worse if he’d demanded you’d do exactly what he wanted for himself, you recognised.

You sighed deeply.

“I don’t know what I want,” you then honestly said, and turned your head to look at Joe. “I’ve got a scan tomorrow, I’m sure they’ll tell me all the options then,” you refrained from saying my options or our options, because both those options sounded far too confrontational.

“Tomorrow?” Joe found your eyes. “Is that not… I don’t know, a bit soon for a scan?”

“It’s been 10 weeks,”

Joe’s brow furrowed and you could see the cogs turning behind his eyes as he did some mental math.

“Not technically, but apparently, they count from the last time you’ve had your period, so, they scheduled me in their first available slot, which is tomorrow afternoon, at a quarter past three,”

You’d just learnt all this information yourself literal minutes ago when you’d phoned you GP mid panic attack. It had been just over six weeks ago that you’d woken up naked in between Joe’s sheets with your legs tangled together and your mouth dryer than you’d ever felt it, so you knew that biologically, you couldn’t have been pregnant for 10 weeks. But your GP hadn’t cared when you tried to explain that, and had instead just presented you with your stats. You hadn’t been able to do anything other than accept them.

“Fuck, if I hadn’t been so stupid,” you started, eyes squeezed shut and wholly blaming yourself for the position you had found yourself in now.

“Hey,” Joe’s fingers found their way around your wrist. “We’ve had this chat already,”

“I know, but–”

“We were both there. We were both fucking stupid,” Joe winced, painfully aware that what he was saying wasn’t fixing the situation, but the shared responsibility did make you feel a little lighter.

Another silence fell, and when you dared another glance at Joe, all signs pointed at him not knowing what to do. It was etched all over his face, and his body language matched it. It was exactly what you’d expected, but the opposite of what you wanted. Or needed.

“Will you come?” Joe snapped out of his thoughts at the sudden fragility in your voice. It sent a shockwave through his nervous system, and when he looked at you, he saw nothing but fear in your eyes.

“Yea, of course. Of course, I’ll come.”

The next day, you decided to not go together, but to meet each other there. You didn’t need to sit next to Joe on your way over without escape, so agreeing to meet in the waiting area seemed a sensible decision to make.

“Did you tell anyone?” you asked Joe, genuinely curious if there were now people inside or outside of your circle that might have a different opinion of you now, but Joe shook his head no.

“Did you?” he shot your question back at you, and you did the same, also shaking your head no.

“I wouldn’t know how to have explained it to anyone,” you said, letting out a pressured cackle, because the only other choice was to cry. You were hardly going to tell any of your mutual friends that you’d snuck off with Joe that night to let him touch various areas inside of your body with various body parts of his. And how else were you going to explain that you’d fallen pregnant with his baby?

“Oh, come on,” Joe frowned at you. “They know.”

And it only occurred to you then, that... they probably did.

Your group of friends wasn’t massive. The house parties you had were better described to be gatherings with background music and loud laughter. Two people suddenly having gone missing after hugging each other on the balcony a lot, must have been suspicious enough.

But, no one had made any comments or had even given you any looks.

Then again, had you really been paying attention to how other people had been acting around you? You couldn’t have been – ever since that night you’d been solely preoccupied with making sure no one was accidentally going to ever step away from you and leave you alone with Joe to chat amongst yourselves.

“Judging by your faces, I’m going to have to ask you, is this a happy occasion? Are we celebrating?” your GP read the both of you as you’d walked in, all fidgety and nervous and gave you a concerned look. Now sat in front of her, she could practically smell the panic on you.

“I… we, we don’t know,” you answered, giving Joe questioning eyes as you did. You didn’t want to speak for him and be wrong, but he nodded.

“What situation are we finding ourselves in, if I may ask?” your GP looked at you over her glasses, and you were sure you looked like a pair of scared 16-year-olds who had made an appointment without your parents knowing. The distance between the two chairs you and Joe sat in opposite your GP didn’t help.

“This- this wasn’t planned,” you motioned at your stomach.

“We’re not together. Not like that,” Joe clarified.

“Well, we were,”

“Once,”

“By accident,”

“Dumb mistake,”

Your doctor’s eyes shot from Joe to you, back and forth, as if she was watching a tennis match.

“Should we first check if everything’s alright, and then we can talk about what the best option would be for you, is that okay?”

And so, minutes later, you were laid on a bed with your stomach exposed as your GP pushed the ultrasound device firmly into the soft skin below your bellybutton. She moved it around and searched for what you thought was too long a time, and both Joe and you stared at a monitor, entirely unsure what you were looking at, and what you were looking for.

“Ah, there we go,” she then suddenly said, and clicked a button, filling the room with a very faint, very rapid, beating sound.

“We’ve got a heartbeat already,”

You gasped, and it was so abrupt, it nearly made you cough. Tears sprung into your eyes at a speed you didn’t even think was humanly possible.

Suddenly, this was real.

Very, very real.

You turned to see if you could gage Joe’s reaction, and then saw that he was holding onto one of your hands with both of his – something you hadn’t even consciously acknowledged until your eyes caught it.

“That’s the heartbeat?” Joe’s eyebrows couldn’t be higher up on his face, his forehead etched with deep wrinkles, desperately needing confirmation from the GP.

“The heartbeat?” he asked again, now through narrowed eyes as your GP just nodded.

“That’s the heartbeat,” Joe then said to you, delivering it as if it was news to you, as if you hadn’t been there for that interaction between them.

“Shit,” you laughed, wiping a tear with the back of the hand Joe wasn’t white knuckling before it could disappear into your hair.

“We’re so fucked.”

When it really came down to it, you had three options: have it and keep it, have it and not keep it, or get rid whilst you still could. All options were laid out on the table with care, and without judgement, and all options led to more choices that had to be made. You and Joe had both listened in complete silence, not wanting to miss any important details, entirely unsure and unaware of what the other was thinking. And you’d been given the gift of time; there was still time to decide. Not enough time to procrastinate it, but you were happy with every minute you were granted.

“I don’t think... I don’t think I can get rid of it,” you said when you were stood outside the doctor’s office, not sure how to say goodbye to each other after what you’d just witnessed inside that doctor’s office, so instead, you postponed it altogether and hovered in each other’s presence for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“So, then we won’t.” Joe simply said, and his use of the collective ‘we’ left your fingers numb, slightly tingly.

“Joe, you don’t have to– if you don’t want, I’m not going to– you could be–” you couldn’t find the right words to tell him he was allowed to opt out if he wanted to. You weren’t going to hold it against him. It was a decision you’d made last night when you couldn’t sleep, and it had been the only safe thought that had eventually let your mind stop racing enough to drift off. If your choice was to actually do this, you would. With or without him.

“Don’t… none of that, come on. We’ll figure something out,” Joe said, but you didn’t believe him.

“It’s 2022,” he then shrugged, as if that was an acceptable answer to a question that required at least a paragraph for a proper answer. It was far too casual an approach for what was about to be a life altering choice for him. And for you too, of course, but that felt like more of an afterthought. You’d cope.

“Don’t you have to talk this over with, I don’t know, your manager… publicist… you parents?” you tried, entirely aware of what people involved in his career were going to possibly tell him.

“They can advise, but they don’t decide for me.” Joe then reached for both your hands, and it didn’t feel romantic, but it was caring, and protective.

“There was a heartbeat,” he then said, and you understood what he meant.

It was the sole reason why you’d immediately wiped getting an abortion of the table. Because you’d heard it now. You’d heard your baby.

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” He then said and tugged at your arms, pulling you into a hug.

It had taken you a hot minute to be able to use upfront words with each other. Yes, you wanted to have and keep the baby. Yes, you wanted to birth this child and then raise it, be its mother, love it for the rest of its and your life. Saying it was scary, but then hearing Joe echo your exact feelings was scarier. It meant you were going to actually do it.

But you weren’t together – no.

Not like that, anyway.

“Do parents necessarily need to be, though?” Joe had argued, making a case he didn’t need to be making against you, because you agreed wholeheartedly.

“How many people do we know that have parents that are still together?” you pointedly said, and Joe had wanted to kiss you for how much on the same page you were about this.

Your situation almost seemed better than having a baby as a couple. Being together only meant there’d be potential to end up separating, a traumatic event for any child no matter the age, which would potentially leave you hating each other and not on speaking terms. Instead, you were having this baby as great friends, on the same page about so many things, both ready to have a child and love the absolute loving shit out of it. Why was this even considered to be an unconventional decision when all the other options were clearly so much worse?

Out of everyone, your friends needed the most convincing.

“But what if Joe starts seeing someone, and they get serious, and then they also want children together?” they challenged you.

“Then there’ll be siblings,” you’d smiled at all of their worried faces, which only grew more worried as Joe passed you a non-alcoholic beverage, switched out the snacks in front of you for baby carrots, and high-fived you before returning to the conversation on the other side of the room he’d briefly stepped out of when he’d seen you surrounded by friends holding beers.

“Trust me, this is going to work out better than it does for people who get married, buy a house, and then decide to start trying for a baby. We have solid ground rules set in place, it’s absolutely fool proof.”

And you weren’t lying – you truly believed every single word you’d said.

Your friends, however, didn’t trust it one bit, the image of Joe guiding your hand over to touch his penis over his trousers in front of the large windows on the balcony still clear in their minds.

It all seemed perfect.

Until one late afternoon, when Joe’d unexpectedly dropped by with books he’d been given by his mother to give to you, and he had found you in a suggestive dress, baby bump sticking out, twisting your hair around your straightener in the bathroom.

“Oh, great! Thanks!” You excitedly said when you saw what Joe was holding. “Could you leave those on my bedside table for me? I’ve got so many books to get through, I’m going to have to start leaving them places I know I’ll actually have the time to reach for them.”

But Joe didn’t move – he hadn’t even properly heard what you’d said.

“What are you doing?” That dress was too short for the weather you’d been having, he thought.

“Getting ready,” you said upbeat, making eye contact with Joe in the mirror. “I’ve got a date tonight,” you spoke like you were speaking to a girlfriend, giddy excitement written all over your face.

“You’re... you’re wearing lip gloss,” Joe said softly as he frowned, not fully grasping why it was an important detail he felt he needed to point out.

“Hey, have you checked your schedule for two weeks from now? There’s a class I really want to check out, at least go in once, you know, and it’d be great if you– Joe?” you’d seen Joe drift off in thought, his eyes trained on the reflection of your stomach in the mirror.

“Yea?” Joe snapped out of it. “Yea. Yea, um, book it. I’ll find the time,”

“Great,”

In the silence that followed, you could see Joe go through several emotions behind you, and when you turned to look at him, you found that without the distance the mirror gave, everything intensified.

His eyes spoke volumes and Joe didn’t need to articulate his thoughts because you could read them from his face.

“Joe… we’re not– it’s not that we–”

“I know,” Joe interrupted you, jaw tensed. “But... would I be an awful friend if I asked you not to go?”

“You can’t…” you started, then slumped your shoulders and sighed deeply. “That’s not fair, don’t do this to me...”

“You’re pregnant. With my child.” Joe said, wholly believing he was making a fair a point, stretching out a hand to place over your pregnant stomach.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought it over a million times before finally deciding to just go for it. The prospect of having a child with a man you weren’t dating was one you’d so fully accepted, but the fact that this meant that you’d technically be a single mother rubbed you wrong.

It felt lonely.

From the second that you’d secretly given yourself that label, you’d been wanting to change that for yourself.

“I am.” You accepted Joe’s hand, clasped your hand over his and let it rest there for a second.

“But we’re not together, are we?”

A silence lingered where Joe went over every agreement, every choice, every single reason the two of you had gone over in the past two, three months and he carefully let himself dabble with the idea that maybe he’d been wrong and you should talk about this more, and right at this second too.

“You’re right,” but then he decided against it, letting go of your stomach and taking a step back.

“We’re not.”

It had left you with a bad taste in your mouth, and the pit of guilt in your stomach grew fast over the next thirty minutes until it reached a size unmanageable by you, and you ultimately decided to cancel your date.

You knew you were going to have to talk about this with Joe. You still thought it was unfair of him, but it felt smart to get this sorted sooner rather than later.

Perhaps you could come up with some more rules, some you both agreed on, and your guilt could dwindle down so at least you wouldn’t feel exactly where it sat in your body.

“fine” you texted Joe. “ive canceled the date”

It took a minute for Joe to reply.

“you didnt need to” Joe sent, followed by, “not for me”

And you agreed, but you didn’t think Joe was being honest. Because if you didn’t cancel the date for him, then who would you be cancelling for?

The moment you thought it, you knew the answer.

“did it for the baby”

And you realised as you typed it up that it was the truth. If there was one thing you weren’t going to let happen, was bringing this baby into a life where its parents didn’t communicate with each other properly. So, cancelling your date so you could first establish several more ground rules in this area with Joe seemed reasonable.

“you owe me dinner” you added, because now, because of Joe, suddenly, your evening was empty and you’d squirmed your way into your dress for nothing.

“omw”

Joe grinned when you let him into your apartment in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt you’d owned for years. Just your comfy self, the girl he knew and had come to grow so fond of.

“I’m sorry,” he started, entirely engulfed by his own cloud of guilt that hung so low over him, his entire head felt stuck in it and he couldn’t see out far past the fog very far.

“Eh,” you waved it off, acting aloof, but glad he said it.

Your attention was with what he was holding.

“What did you get?” it smelled great.

“It was a hard choice between all the cravings you’ve been mentioning,” Joe put two white take away bags down on your kitchen table. “So, I didn’t choose. Just got all of them.” And if you hadn’t already fully forgiven Joe for fucking up your evening, this would have certainly done it.

“We need more ground rules, specifically for dating,” it was a while later, and technically, you’d finished dinner. You were sat on your knees, butt pushed against your calves and shins pressed into your plush area rug, as you picked from the half empty tubs of take-away with your fingers, just helping yourself to the little bits you actually really liked.

“Okay, yes,” Joe was spread out on your sofa opposite you, the top button of his jeans undone, having eaten entirely too much, entirely too fast.

“Easy,” he then said and looked at you.

“Rule number one: no dating.”

Your face dropped and you gave him a sarcastic glare.

“For the both of us?” you then challenged, thinking maybe Joe had forgotten that he’d rope himself in on these ground rules as well.

Joe comically blinked his eyes and searched for the right words, the noises coming from his mouth a stumbling mess of wells and uhms. It was moments like these that you were reminded why you liked hanging out with Joe so much – he could so effortlessly make you genuinely smile in the easiest and smallest of ways.

“That’s what I thought,” you said and grinned at Joe’s stupid face.

You loved that stupid face.

Then suddenly, your face fell.

You went from all smirks and throat giggles to big, scared eyes and a furrowed brow in the fraction of a second.

Joe saw, and sat up immediately.

“Oh my God,” both your hands found the underside of your baby bump, as if you wanted to hold it up and carry the weight of it in your hands.

That felt weird.

“What’s wrong?” Joe sounded more panicked than you, feet now swung onto the floor, ready to get up and swing into action if you said the word.

“What the– oh my God, come here, quick,” you moved up onto your knees from sitting on your calves and held out an arm for Joe to grab.

Joe was quick, moving over to help you stand up.

But you didn’t need help standing.

Instead, you took Joe’s hand and moved it to where you’d felt it, pressing his open palm to an area scarily close to your crotch, but that hadn’t even crossed your mind.

“Do you feel that?”

And Joe focused, staring at your stomach, now on his knees in front of you, his fingers spread wide, using both his hands too to catch more surface area, not wanting to miss what he’d been hoping to witness for weeks now.

“I felt it against my thighs,” you spoke softly, scared that noise might scare it off.

A couple of seconds passed, and nothing happened. Joe didn’t move, though.

“Felt like an elbow or a–” for the first time ever in your life, you were interrupted by your baby, and you smiled when Joe looked up at you with big, excited eyes, shocked at what he was experiencing.

Whatever limbs your baby was pushing out, it did more of it the more you spoke, and when Joe started laughing, it felt like your baby was trying to climb its way out of you through your skin well before its due date.

“Ow, Jesus, okay,” you winced.

“Let’s calm down, that’s my pubic bone you’re kicking, mate,” you rubbed in the spot you felt it, and Joe copied your movements, trying to ease the pain.

“Joe,” you took hold of one of Joe’s wrists, stilling his movements.

“Maybe let’s not do that so close to my vagina, alright?” you joked, and Joe smiled as he looked down at them, but kept his hands where they were.

“What if…” Joe started and shot his eyes up at you. You moved your head just a twitch, almost warning him for what you thought the end of that sentence was going to be.

“What if I wanted to?”

You swallowed thickly, immediately aware of you close you were to each other. You could smell the food Joe’d just eaten on his breath if you wanted to.

“Don’t say shit like that,” you started, moving to sit back down like you’d been sitting before, moving Joe’s hands away from you. “You can’t rile me up like that, look where it got us the last time we did that,” you said, wrapping your stomach in your own arms.

“Even if I meant it?” Joe copied you, moving back to sit on his heels, his eyes riddled with big emotions you wish they wouldn’t display so readily.

“You can mean anything and everything you say when you’re horny, Joe,” you dismissed him entirely, not ready to delve back into the place you’d last visited when you’d managed to create what was now seemingly kicking your pelvis.

Joe eyed you for a minute, unsure how to make himself clearer to you.

“Okay,” he then said, “Ground rules for dating. Like I said. No dating.” Joe repeated himself from earlier, and you were ready to tut at him, but he was fast to raise a finger at you.

“Unless!”

He paused for effect.

“We date each other.”

Joe pursed his lips into a small smile, and for a moment you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. But then he moved back up high onto his knees and reached for your face with both hands. You just stared at him as his fingers took hold of your cheeks, fingers curling around your jaw and ears.

“I’m serious,” Joe then said, and you could tell from his whole being that he was.

“What about–” you tried with a shaky voice as Joe got closer, but didn’t even know how you’d imagined to finish that sentence.

“What about what?” Joe knew he wasn’t going to get an answer, and when he glanced from your lips towards your eyes, he saw that you were looking at his lips too.

Joe kissed you.

Slow.

And soft.

Then alternating fluttery kisses with longer, deeper ones.

And you let him.

Even though it fully went against everything you’d been spewing about to your friends for months. You’d come up with so many reasons why not being together as a couple was actually a godsend for this child, and how you were going to prove yourselves right, they would just have to wait, and see, and trust you.

Joe kissed you.

Rougher after a while, like he'd grown hungrier and needed more of you, but when one of his hands moved down to caress your stomach, he slowed back down and it was blissfully romantic.

It was hard for you to stay present and not float away.

“Fuck, how are we going to– to explain this to our friends,” you breathed, Joe's lips now pressing wet kisses into your neck as you panted.

You remembered how adamant you’d been about how your situation was the absolute best one for a baby to be birthed into, but now you were very aware that this one was infinitely better.

“Oh, come on,” Joe pulled back and frowned at you, but you could detect his dumb little smile underneath.

“They know.”

the end

A/N: hahah dumb bitches, i did use the requested ending because ultimately it was perfect ♡ (read the prequel here)

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