#Monifa

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Elf Character(s) Additional Tags: Goretober, Frostbite, Hypothermia, Freezing to death, Accidents, Broken Bones, Fantasy Series: Part 30 of Goretober Summary:

Snow elves shouldn’t be able to freeze. But what about ones that are only half?

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My OC Monifa, bunny girlin' it up 👯‍♀️🌕✨

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Monifa Jansen

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The Jellies were great help with decorating the Christmas tree!

🛹🐘 With Knoxville (he/him) the Bashful fox and Monifa (she/her) the medium Smudge elephant

Day 1 of the Jellycat Christmas Photo Challenge

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kitty :)

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Laa Lee & @ItsMonifa1 Share New Collaboration, "Live My Life"

Dancehall Artist Laa Lee is all about making great things happen in his life. The past few years saw him change from an upcoming act, to an Internationally recognized Artist, he knew from early that it would take work and a lot of dedication to make it big. People will have their opinions of him, but like his new single, he wants to live by his own rules on “Live My Life“. Produced by Digital…

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now it's just me and a hundred square feet of bittersweet memories deleted the playlist but I still hear all your favorite melodies strangers, to lovers, to enemies

a monifa haruna self-para

trigger warnings for: childbirth (brief, non-graphic), needles (implied), breastfeeding (brief), anxiety/self-doubt (throughout)

monifa had read somewhere that a chemical was released in your brain after you gave birth. one that made you forget how much it hurt so you would be willing to go through it again. and with ekundayo in her arms, cleaned up and wrapped in a fresh, pink blanket, she decided that was true. because if it meant going through all of that again just to hold her baby, she'd do it in a heartbeat.

she remembered walking into the delivery room alone, holding her large bump and refusing a wheelchair as she checked herself in. she had called her parents to let them know she'd been admitted, but even as they rushed to her side, she insisted that she could do this on her own, and they waited anxiously in the waiting room. she remembered refusing the epidural, telling the nurses and her doula that she could do this on her fucking own. after all, she was going to have to once she left.

she remembered steadying herself, her newborn in her arms, and protesting when her mom refused to let her drive. 'put your stubbornness to the side for a moment and let yourself accept some help,' she'd told her. easy for her to say, monifa thought to herself. but ultimately, the desire to be closer to eko won out over her innate need to prove something to the world. to herself. maybe she didn't have to do this on her own, but she was going to prove to everyone that she could.

and even though this wasn't the life she would have chosen for her daughter, monifa thought it was a pretty fucking good one.

her parents had a small cottage that they had listed as an airbnb. upon learning of monifa's pregnancy, they shut down the listing, charging monifa a laughably low amount for "rent" each month. and while it went against her instincts to accept such a handout from them, they reminded her that this was not for her, this was for their granddaughter. monifa would do anything for eko, the least of which was allow her parents to help them.

and so they moved monifa's little life into this little cottage. her little queen bed taking up most of the main bedroom. her closet was filled with clothes that didn't fit her anymore, her bathroom filled with half-empty drugstore shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

she found a beautiful secondhand couch - it was the kind of green that made her heart feel warm, and it filled up her living room, the small area only shared with a small table and a tv. there weren't any pictures on the walls. the only photos she liked of herself were with wally, and...

and he left, she was reminded by that angry voice that had taken root in her tummy.

eventually art would decorate her home. but for now, her little life was moved into this little cottage. a little kitchen with a little stove and her little dining room table. a little second bedroom with eko's little crib. and a little backyard.

she didn't need anything more than that.

in fact, she refused to need anything more than that.

but oh my god, was it so bad that she wanted more than that?

was it so bad that she was so angry that her daughter wasn't going to have a father? was it so bad that she was filled with guilt any time she was reminded of that fact? what if she'd told wally as soon as she found out? what if she'd been a better girlfriend, one worth fighting for, one worth sticking around for, baby or not? monifa would look at her baby - beautiful and radiant and the best thing she'd ever made - and wonder if she'd done the right thing. would ekundayo resent her one day? when she was older and learned that it was monifa's fault her father wasn't around?

would she ever be enough for her child?

surely she would never fill the hole that a father would have taken up, but she would do everything she could to make the emptiness feel a little less empty. she didn't need oswald, and neither would ekundayo.

but oh my god, was it so bad that sometimes she wished he was there?

standing in her little kitchen, exhaustion painted across her face, all monifa wanted was someone who could help. needs and wants were different, and she forgave herself for wanting because she never really needed. eko had been sleeping horribly, waking up every other hour either hungry or gassy. monifa had been pumping nonstop, she couldn't remember the last time she'd showered, and god only knows the last actual meal she'd eaten, substituting a balanced menu for handfuls of cheeri-o's, a few of the veggies that she would blend for eko, and (if she was lucky) some tofu cubes dipped in ketchup.

shoveling in some cooked carrots and beets, monifa filled the blender with the rest, shifting eko to her other breast and adjusting her bra as she did, allowing herself a second to breathe before she had to pour the veggie blend into her small baby food jars. dirty dishes filled her little sink in her little kitchen, and there were at least 6 bottles to be washed, 3 pacifiers to be sanitized after she'd discovered them thrown behind her beautiful, secondhand green couch. eko had an appointment in 43 minutes and all monifa would have time to do was throw on some chapstick and twist her hair into something like a mess on top of her head.

all she wanted was someone who could help. someone who would carry eko around the living room so monifa could remember what empty arms were like. someone who could load the dishwasher so she didn't have to hand-wash a spoon any time she needed it. someone who could help her with eko's baby food so that - just maybe - she would be able to make an actual human adult meal for once.

in a moment of weakness, she opened her phone, clicking through to her contacts... clicking through to oswald's contacts, still surrounded by emojis that she couldn't bring herself to delete yet... clicking through to his phone number... one more click, and his phone would be ringing, wherever he was. he would pick it up, she would tell him the secret she'd been hiding for so long - we have a daughter, she's so beautiful, she's perfect, she needs her father, i need you, please come home, please decide to love me again, what can i do to make you love me again? please, please, i need you.

that was enough to snap her out, to pull a soft sob from her exhausted chest. she didn't need anyone. she would be enough for ekundayo.

wally had left.

wally had left monifa, regardless of the fact that he didn't know he was leaving eko, too, he had left monifa, and monifa would never beg for someone who wouldn't fight for her. besides, what example would that set for eko? that she needed a man? that settling for someone who was willing to throw you away was worth it just so you didn't have to wash your own dishes?

no. no. she refused.

looking down, monifa watched as ekundayo pulled away, catching her breath with a full belly and cooing softly. how could she possibly complain? how dare she want anything more than what she had? she would wash the dishes when it was time for eko's nap, and she would wake up every other hour to feed her if that's what it took. she didn't want anything more than what she had.

she vowed to herself that she never would.

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Monifa Jansen

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Umm uhhh have these spa day photos from Stickers (MM Marshmallow stegosaurus, any) and Monifa (JC Smudge elephant, she/her)