#mama bear kie

[obx-incorrect-quotes]

Kiara: How late were you up last night?

John B & JJ simultaneously: Me?

Kiara: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time.

Kiara, to Pope: You.

[marvelfanfics1]

I’m obsessed with Rafia! Can I request a daddy!rafe x little!reader x mama!sofia fic? It’s based on season 4 episode 4 where ruthie runs over the baby turtles. She scares little!reader and gets in her face calling her a crybaby when kie shows them the dead baby turtle. Daddy!Rafe and mama!sofia protect her

You watch in Horror as Ruthie drives over freshly hatched turtles and almost runs the pogues over as well with Topper's car, despite the pogues frantic warnings and calls.

To make it even worse she does it a second time, halting beside where you're all standing and getting out of the vehicle with Topper, laughing while the others around you cheer for them.

Sofia who's standing beside you grabs one of your hands squeezing it reassuringly. Your attention goes back to the pogues when Kiara and JJ walk in your guys direction and you gasp in shock when she holds up a dead baby turtle in her hand.

"Look what you did." Kie addresses Ruthie. "Is this okay?"

Ruthie scrunches her nose and turns her head away.

"No, look at it!" Kie raises her voice. "There was a turtle hatch. You idiot! You drove right over it!"

You start to tear up at this whole situation, placing a hand over your mouth to stifle any possible sobs that could break through.

They continue to bicker with each other until Kie turns to walk away, JJ right behind her after threatening everyone that dares to go near them again.

Ruthie just scoffs, turning back to the others standing behind her until she catches you crying silently. "Oh god, get it together, Y/n." She says, getting in your face. "They're just being dramatic and you're being a crybaby about it for no reason."

You press yourself against Sofia, not having the courage to say anything and already feel like regressing but force yourself to stay big to not give Ruthie another reason to pick on you.

Before she could continue Rafe steps forward to stand in front of you protectively and you instantly grab ahold of shirt with your free hand. "You better watch how you're talking to her." He warns her, his voice low and dangerous he glances at Topper. "Topper, get your chic under control!"

Ruthie glares at him for a second but when she sees his expression she finally steps back and Rafe nods. "Thought so." He scoffs, turning to face you his expression softens slightly.

"M'sorry..." You sniffle.

"No, no, hey...don't apologize for that. C'mon, we're done here." Sofia comforts you.

Rafe kisses your forehead before wrapping an arm over your shoulders and leads you to his car while Sofia sends one last glare at Ruthie.

He opens the door to let you and Sofia climb into the backseat, reaching in to buckle your seatbelt he leans down to kiss your forehead. "You okay?"

You nod, wiping your cheeks with your hands.

"Don't listen to anything that bi- Ruthie said." He says, waiting for you to nod and when you do he shuts the car door, going to climb into the driver's side.

Sofia wraps her arms around you to pull you close, her hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly and you instantly return her embrace, holding onto her. "He's right. You're allowed to cry when you feel like it."

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[featherandferns]

ik this isn’t a prompt but i’m in love with the idea of jj calling the reader mama like maybe in bed or just being affectionate. they don’t have kids but it’s just a name he’s given her

"mama's mad" is still one of the best quotes of the show, so i've got u here. hope this is okay! idk why a lot of my stuff is set at breakfast time in the chateau. maybe i'm craving bacon (my poor vegetarian ass is suffering)...

(content warning - mentions of sex)

“If you two could screw a little quieter next time, there’d be no complaints here,” Kiara says to JJ the moment he walks into the kitchen on Sunday morning.

JJ makes his way straight to the counter where some bacon has been served up. He gladly grabs at it.

“I’ll take it under advisement,” he replies, biting down into a piece of crispy strip.

John B is cooking eggs on the hob whilst Sarah leisurely slices lemons and oranges by his side, for infused water.

“Will you?” Kie asks.

“Probably not, nah,” JJ grins. She rolls her eyes.

“Where is your girl, anyway?” John B asks from the stove.

JJ opens the fridge and retrieves the carton of OJ, taking a swig.

“Napping. Didn’t get much sleep last night,” JJ can’t help but add with a slimy grin.

“You’re shameless, JJ,” Sarah sighs.

“You know it, princess,” he winks. He watches as Kiara starts mixing together ingredients in a bowl. “Whatcha making?”

“Pancakes.”

“Oh, nice,” he hums. “Lemme see if mama wants any.”

By mama, he obviously means you. It’s a given that any ‘mama’ in JJ’s sentences refers to you; something the Pogues and yourself have casually come to accept. The moment you and JJ stopped beating around the bush and fessed up to your feelings like the semi-mature teenagers you are (it was practically a battle of who-dare-say-it-first), he had taken to calling you it. You weren’t exactly sure why. Had teased him about whether he had a mommy kink in private (which he neither confirmed nor denied). Mostly he did it to joke. It sounded nice in his northern accent, anyway. Drawled off the tongue smooth and sweet like honey. So, no complaints from any party, unless JJ got vulgar with it in front of the Pogues (which was fairly often, with it being JJ).

Heading down the hall, JJ pushes open the spare bedroom door and darts his head in. You’re still in bed, lounging on your back, hair a mess and neck covered in healing and forming love bites. JJ grins, proud like a kid winning a science fair contest.

“Yo, mamma bear? Pancakes or bacon?”

“Why do I have to pick between them?”

“Fair point. You want both then?”

“Mhm,” you sigh lazily, eyes shut. “Coffee too, if there is any.”

JJ cringes. “Think Pope made some.”

“Yikes. No, then.”

“You got it mama.”

With that, he wanders back into the kitchen and grabs a plate from the drying rack of the sink. It’s always piled high with pots like some rip-off modern art project. The leaning tower of pots and pans. He dumps some bacon on, holds out his plate for John B to serve up some eggs - straight from the pan - and makes Kie promise to save some pancakes. Then he’s back in the bedroom, two forks in hand, climbing back into bed to share the morning fry-up with you.

“This is the life,” you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder as you eat.

JJ smiles and nods. You’re right. You’re always right, to be honest - not that he’d ever confess it. Only one of you needs a big ego, and JJ likes to think he’s claimed that spot.

“Wanna fish later?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Don’t mind really. As long as I’m with you.”

“Aw,” he grins, nudging you with his shoulder, making you laugh. He can see the flush to your features when he does. “You going soft on me, mama?”

“Only you,” you grin up at him.

JJ can’t take it when you look at him like that – like he hung the stars just so you can stand under them – so he grabs a strip of bacon and shoves it in your smiling mouth, making you laugh.

Yeah, this is the life.

[chiffonlime643]

hoo hoo hee hee . . .

oneshot where nezuko takes the place of tanjirou in demon slayer :D

[tws: human and animal death, blood]

originally posted on my ao3 but i wanted it here also :)

(this was written a year or so ago so sorry if it's a bit weird w the writing)

She awoke to her youngest brother poking her face as she slept. Her eyes opened, slowly, as the bright light of the sun peeked in to their home. She chuckled.

“Oh, Rokuta, thank you for waking me…” To which the young boy smiled, and began to go outside, only stopping for a moment. 

“Mama’s making us breakfast later than usual today, okay?” Nezuko nodded, and began to get up, gathering her thoughts. She was supposed to help around the house with her mother today, right?

She walked out after getting ready, to find her slightly older brother, Tanjirou, taking care of Hanako, her youngest sister. They were playing in the beautiful white snow, somehow not cold, despite it being freezing out, even in the daytime. 

“Hey, Tanjirou,” she said, to which Tanjirou smiled, and, as if a lightbulb had sparked in his head, jumped up and ran to Nezuko. “I have a question, sis.” Nezuko nodded. “Mhm?”

Tanjirou shivered, but tried to hide it to seem a bit stronger. “Could you possibly take the coal into town today? I’ve got… to do… something…” As he said this, he looked away, with an embarrassed look on his face.

Nezuko immediately brightened up significantly, excited at the excuse to go into town, as she had some friends there. “Of course I will! What are you going to be doing?” 

Tanjirou smiled at her willingness, and shook his head. “Nothing too insane, just a gift for a friend of mine. I could buy one, but I’d rather build one, not to mention we’re rather strapped for cash in the wintertime.” 

Nezuko nodded, and she remembered she had to help her mother. “Oh… right… Tanjirou, I don’t know if I can go, I have to help mom…”

However, right as she finished her sentence, their mother, Kie, walked out from their house, wearing an apron over her clothes.

 “I heard most of that, dear, but don’t worry, I can handle myself,” she said, but Nezuko immediately shook her head, an annoyed look on her face. “No, ma, you’ve been working so hard all week! You need a bit of a break. Don’t think I can’t see those bags under your eyes.”

But Kie merely put her hand on Nezuko’s shoulder. “I’m supposed to work, my dear. I’m your mother- besides, you should get a break as well, what better than to take a walk down the mountain, delivering goods and feeling the breeze?”

Nezuko furrowed her brows, a conflicted look on her face. “But what if something happens to you guys while I’m gone?”

Kie smiled. “We’ll be fine, my dear. Just go, don’t worry about us. Try to be back by dinner, but if you can’t, that’s okay. Stay safe.”

Nezuko hugged her mother, smiling. “Thanks, mom.” She let go, and walked over to the cart of coal. She did a little salute to her brother, and he reciprocated the gesture. “See ya later, ma! And Tanjirou, take care of the kids for me, okay?” To which he nodded.

She began walking down the mountain, only somewhat noticing how light the cart was compared to normal. She ignored it without a second thought. The fun shouts of the younger children began to fade the lower she went.

A family of seven deer all sat under a tree near her. They didn’t regard her, all busy eating while the mother watched over them. Meanwhile, birds of all types flew around the trees. 

Nezuko was lucky that bears and other dangerous creatures slept during the winter. She worriedly thought about her brother having to carry coal down the mountain during the summers, and decided, right then and there, she’d accompany him during his deliveries through the summer in the future.

But she shoved that thought aside for later, as she saw, in the distance, a person, walking around the trees. They looked unfamiliar, and carried a sword. She just nodded to them, and continued on her way.

After around a half an hour of walking, she reached the town. Now she understood why her siblings loved to sled down the mountain instead, despite the danger that came with it. 

She giggled to herself as she entered the town, recalling a fond memory of her youngest two sisters being taught by Tanjirou how to sled, the two proceeding to run directly into two trees afterwards. Thank the heavens that they came out of that unscathed.

She walked towards the shops to her right, everyone greeting her with a smile as she gave them their coal, and occasionally stopping to hang out with friends along the way. One of the friends gave her a bright pink rose that she’d grown earlier.

After almost a day of delivering, the sun was on the horizon, and she had one last piece of coal to deliver. After giving the last man the coal (who thanked her and gave her a cup of hot cocoa to drink, which she accepted gratefully), she took her cart and began her trek up the mountain. 

She was about to walk up, when all of a sudden, a neighbour, who most knew as extremely paranoid, opened his house’s door, and gestured to her to come inside. Confused, she walked over and asked why.

“The demons, of course,” he said, and Nezuko decided to go inside. The man asked her to at least stay the night, until it was safe. Nezuko thought for a moment, and remembered her mother’s words. 

“Okay,” she began, “I’ll stay, though I’m sure it’s safe.” The man offered her food, which she gratefully took.

After sleeping, she woke up, confused at where she was at first, but she quickly remembered the previous night’s happenings, and thanked the man before grabbing the coal cart, and leaving.

She began a brisk walk up the mountain, but something seemed off… It was silent. No birds, no voices, nothing.

As she walked up, she passed the same spot where the deer were yesterday, but her eyes widened significantly, and she paused, as she took in the sight.

The mother, and four of the fawns were all mauled, most likely by a bear. One of the fawns was barely breathing, and the last fawn, with a sad look on it’s face, was completely unharmed. 

She looked into her cart, and decided to grab the flower that one of her friends had given to her the day before, and give it to the remaining deer. She turned and walked away before she could see what happened next, a feeling of dread washing over her.

Finally, she almost reached the house, a smile appearing on her face. But that smile faltered when she saw no-one out and about, and the door wide open. 

She walked inside, the room dark, and her foot splashed into something as her eyes adjusted, some of the liquid reaching her face from the splash.

Nezuko wiped the blood-like substance off her face, her face twisting into a sad, destroyed look apon seeing that the substance she’d stepped into was one of her sisters’.

It wasn’t a blood-like substance. It was just blood. She couldn’t comprehend the feeling as she looked upon her whole family. Dead. Gone. Destroyed. As if a bear had mauled them. But she knew what it was.

As if she was a robot, her first instinctual thought was to see if anyone’d survived. She knelt down next to all her family, checking their breathing.

Rokuta? Dead.

Shigeru? Dead.

Takeo? Dead.

Kie? Dead.

Hanako? Dead.

She didn’t realize how hard she was crying till she got to Tanjirou. Before checking his breathing, he noticed how he cradled Hanako in his arms, protecting her. She froze, her heart seemingly stopping.

As she cried, she checked Tanjirou.

Tanjirou? Alive.

She got up and began to go outside, an unreadable look on her face as she comprehended the happenings. If she hadn’t left… if she’d let Tanjirou, Kie, any of them leave instead, they’d still be alive.

Wait. Tanjirou had been breathing, still, which meant he was still alive.

The deer nuzzled the younger fawn. 

Nezuko ran inside, picking up Tanjirou, not caring how heavy he felt. She carried him outside, and her eyes widened as his looked towards her. He lunged, and she pushed him off. They seemed to fight for hours, though only minutes, as they ended up in the middle of the forest. 

“Tanjirou!” She cried, and despite his fighting, she could see he was crying. All of a sudden, he stopped, laying in the snow. She checked his pulse, praying to someone, something, that he hadn’t died.

He was still alive. Good. But then, she heard rustling in the woods. Turning around, she spotted the person from earlier, with the sword. He had a stare that could kill hundreds. 

In the most cold, unreadable voice she’d ever heard, he said “Get. Away. From. The. Demon.” But, she didn’t.

“Get away from it, kid.” She shook her head. “He’s my brother.” The person had an almost fake pitiful look on his face. “But it’s a demon now.”

“No, I promise, he’s fine, he’s fi-” The man interrupted, angered. “If you won’t move, I’ll have to kill both of you.”

However, right as he said that, Tanjirou got up, and ran in front of Nezuko, teeth bared towards the man, in a protective stance.

As if a gunshot had been fired, the two immediately began fighting, Nezuko becoming extremely worried for Tanjirou’s safety. 

“Tanjirou!” She yelled out, “Tanjirou, no! Sir, please, please, please don’t hurt Tanjirou!" But when the man wouldn’t listen, her instincts kicked in, and a cold look appeared on her face. In the middle of the battle, she grabbed her brother, and pulled him away from the man, who merely froze.

“Why are you just standing there?” She asked, but he didn’t respond, merely with a shocked look on his face. He walked backwards, a bit away from them, but he didn’t stop staring.

She realized he was staring at her brother, who, instead of fighting, was protecting his sister with all his might. The man stopped his shock so quickly, it was almost as if he was wearing a mask of emotions. “How is he not hurting you?” He asked, in an unreadable voice.

“He’s my brother,” was all Nezuko replied with. “I just want him to be okay. I love him.” The man sighed. “Are you trying to turn him back? Is that it?” Nezuko, a bit confused, nodded regardless. 

“It’s nearly impossible. But,” he began, looking away, embarrassed, to Nezuko’s surprise, “There’s a way you probably can.”

“The head demon, Muzan, can probably transform him back. But, if you want to get there, you’ll need the strength. Demon slayers have that strength.”

Nezuko, surprised at his immediate change, asked how. “Go to Sakonji Urokodaki, he lives on Mt. Sagiri. I have to say, kid, you have potential.” 

Nezuko nodded, slightly annoyed at his usage of ‘kid’. “Thank… you…? I guess?” 

The man sighed. “You’re welcome, I don’t usually spare demons’ lives. The name’s Giyu Tomioka, by the way.”

“Nezuko Kamado. Thank you very much, Tomioka.” He nodded. “Of course, Kamado.” And just like that, he left, leaving the two sitting, alone, in the snow.

Tanjirou and Nezuko walked over to their home, Nezuko thanking the heavens that the sun wasn’t out that day. She carefully took each and every corpse, and buried them, silently crying with each one she buried. Unknowingly, her brother was crying too.

After praying for them, she got up, a brave look on her face, and took the cart that she used for coal, and had Tanjirou get in it to protect him from the sun. “Don’t worry, Tanjirou, I’ll find you some better way to protect you from the sun later, but first, we’ve got someone to find.”

She cracked her knuckles, looked back at the graves of her family, and, somewhat hesitantly, began on her way, carrying Tanjirou in a coal cart on her back.

Somewhere, deep in the forest, a fawn carries her sibling through the forest, as the sibling begins to walk again, carrying a comforting bright pink rose.

[multivstx]

JIARA + touch <3

[milkiane]

mama’s night out; rafe cameron

father figure masterlist

summary: rafe goes out with you in hopes of sweeping you off your feet, only to end up doing just that, and getting more than he bargained for.

warnings: single mom!reader, implications of teenage pregnancy, mentions of food, probably inaccurate baby milestones lol. gif credits to @poguemackin

word count: 1416

“-and he needs to be at bed by seven… oh! and you need to read him some-“

“y/n!” kiara, who, along with the pogues, offered to take care of your baby boy, cut you off. “don’t worry about it, okay? i’ve got everything under control. just enjoy your night and have some fun — it’s been at least a while since you’ve had some.”

“even if it means spending a night with rafe cameron.” pope chimed in, looking up from the picture frames displayed on the mantelpiece.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “i know, i know. i’m sorry, it’s just- i haven’t been on a date since the last guy, and you know what happened, it was horrible, and that also means i’ve never spent an hour away from tommy ever since so...”

“it’s okay, he’s in the right hands,” she smiled as she turned her attention to the one year old propped on her hip. “isn’t that right, tommy? you like spending some time with auntie kie, don’t you?”

“hey, we’re here, too.” john b frowned, hooking his arm around jj’s shoulders.

tommy babbled, a huge smile on his face as kiara tickled his tummy.

kie shot you a pointed look as if to prove her point, and you hesitantly gave in. “okay…”

she cheered, laughing as tommy joined in, even though he didn't understand why they were happy.

the sound of your doorbell caught your attention, kie gave you a reassuring smile as you took in a deep breath.

“be good for auntie kie, okay, baby?” you smiled softly, kissing his temple. he bobbed his head up and down and waved.

“and jj, no weed.” you shot him a stern glare.

he raised his hands in defense as the pogues laughed. “aye aye, mama bear.”

you gave them one last look before going out the door. rafe was leaning against his car, fiddling with his rings as he waited for you to come out.

“hey,” you greeted, your smile growing as he looked up at you, a soft expression on his face.

“hey, you ready?” he asked, opening the car door for you.

“as i’ll ever be.”

“i’m really glad that you agreed to go on a date with me.” rafe smiled, tilting his head down to avoid you from seeing his bright cheeks.

you hummed, and he confusedly looked back at you. you have been checking on your phone every other minute ever since you’ve arrived at the bistro.

“okay, look,” he interrupted, finally catching your attention. “if you’re not enjoying this date, you could at least tell me instead of acting like you’re waiting for this to be over.”

your face fell as he dismally played with his food. you tucked your phone back into your pocket, if kie and the boys needed anything, they’d call.

“hey, no- i am, okay?” you reassured him, “it’s just been a while since i’ve been on a date, and i’m just… not sure how to act anymore.”

rafe nodded understandingly, immediately changing the topic. “where’ve you been, by the way? i think last week’s the first time i saw you again.”

you glanced at the woman with a stroller who passed by as you answered him. “oh, you know, just around.”

rafe cleared his throat as the awkwardness continued to consume the both of you. he poked his food around with his fork until an idea popped into his head.

“ever heard of twenty-one questions ‘til we fall in love with each other?” he asked, a hint of a sly grin on his lips.

“you’re ridiculous,” you laughed. “i’m in.”

you spent the rest of the night exchanging silly questions that lead to bursting out of laughter. a few different waiters have already approached you and threatened to kick you out for being too boisterous.

“you did not!” you snorted, which made rafe laugh even louder.

“i did! topper’s mom thought he was doing the deed while talking to her, his phone was on speaker, and kelce and i were laughing our asses off as his mom lectured him,” rafe replied, wiping the stray tear off his eye.

“sir, i’m going to politely ask you both to leave.” the manager spoke, successfully making your laughters die down. “the customers have been complaining about the two of you all night.”

rafe drove you home moments later, continuing your conversation without anyone having the need to interrupt the both of you. he rolled the windows down and set the volume louder as his, and coincidentally, your favorite song played on the radio.

dining at one of the best restaurants, getting kicked out of the said restaurants, having conversations worth cherishing, and screaming along with the lyrics of your favorite song, you could gladly say that this easily became a night to remember.

the smile on your face was practically impossible to wipe off as you risked a glance towards rafe. you couldn’t remember the last time you had fun, but you were glad that you went on this date because you’re having an amazing night with the most unexpected person.

“by the way, we finished twenty-one questions,” he prompted, a sly grin growing on his lips as he walked you towards your front porch. “did you manage to fall in love with me?”

you let out a thoughtful hum as you tapped your chin in mock contemplation. “i don’t know, did you?”

“kinda hard not to.” he shrugged, tucking his hands in his pockets.

you gasped dramatically and playfully hit him on his chest. “rafe cameron! it’s only our first date.”

“only? you still want to go on another date with me?” rafe asked, his brows raised up in surprise.

“i mean, yeah. i really enjoyed tonight.” you smiled, balancing yourself on the heels of your shoes.

“well, you better prepare yourself for the next one then, missy.” he grinned, planting a kiss on your temple. “good night, y/n.”

“yeah, good night.” you faltered for a bit, walking towards your porch as he walked back to his car.

you lingered for a moment before turning around. “actually, rafe… before we end this night, i need to ask you something important.”

he shrugged and jutted his bottom lip out. “shoot.”

“how… how do you feel about kids?” you hesitated, swallowing the lump on your throat.

rafe felt his face turn pale, clearly taken aback at your sudden question. though he immediately composed himself and cleared his throat. “what- what age are we talking about?”

“a year old.” you fiddled with the necklace around your necklace, tommy’s initial as the pendant.

“uhh, they’re cute, i guess,” he shrugged. “they’re fine, why?”

you puffed out a breath, preparing yourself for yet another sudden uninterested guy. “because i’m a-”

but before you could even finish your sentence, the front door opened and the soft pitter-patter of footsteps hit the ground. “mama!”

“mom.” you finished, crouching down to catch your little toddler as he waddled his way towards you. kiara was leaning against the door frame, shooting a scrutinizing glare at rafe as the three boys stared from the window.

“hi, baby,” you whispered, smiling as tommy planted wet kisses on your cheeks.

you stood up, this time with tommy on your hip. “yeah…”

you looked at his pale face and wide eyes, you sent him a tight-lipped smile as tommy bashfully hid his face in the crook of your neck as he noticed rafe’s presence, whispering a few gurgles.

but of course, being a toddler, his whisper was a babble that was loud enough for rafe to hear.

you smiled softly at your child before turning your attention back to rafe. “look, i totally understand if you don’t want to go on another date, i understand- i do.”

as much as it hurt you to say that, you had to. you couldn’t force a man to be part of a kid’s life. rafe, who apparently still wasn’t out of his shock, just blinked at you.

“right…” you awkwardly smiled. “i had a great night, rafe, i really did- first in a while, actually, so thank you.”

rafe’s eyes followed you as you turned around to walk away. the one year old shot him a small wave that was paired with a cute smile. he snapped out of his trance.

“wait!” he called out, jogging towards the both of you.

“i- uh- y/n, i really, really like you, and i just- i can make it work.”

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[spinningintheshadows]

JJ When Your Daughter is in the Hospital.

This is part 2 of "JJ When Your Daughter Gets Sick at School"

You stay with Rylie while JJ goes back to your place to get some stuff.

Especially different clothes and shoes for you.

He’s coming out of the house when Sarah pulls up because she’d come over after work to check on Rylie.

JJ fills her in on what’s happened, letting her know Rylie probably wouldn’t be in school for a week or so.

She immediately goes home to tell John B that his favorite goddaughter is in the hospital and she could probably use a visit from her favorite uncle.

JJ stops to get Rylie’s favorite snacks at the store, filling Pope in while he checks out, then running over to get food for you from the restaurant, where he fills Kie in.

When he gets back he stays with her while you change.

As you’re coming out of the bathroom, John B is walking in with the stupid pink cow stuffy that Rylie always talked about but never specifically asked for.

“I just thought that she could use some cheering up”

“Have your own kid already, JB”

“Hey, I’m working on it!”

You just give him a look

“Don’t tell Sarah I told you.”

You roll your eyes at him.

Eventually, Pope and Kie wander in, bearing gifts for the littlest Pogue as well.

Kie had definitely over done it with balloons but Rylie loved it.

After the nurse kicked out all non-family visitors, you and JJ made yourself comfortable with your daughter.

“Daddy, will you read to me?”

“I don’t have your book, Bug.”

“Mama has it in her purse”

He looks up at you and you nod, pulling it out of your purse and handing it to him.

So he reads to her until she falls asleep.

“I’m gonna go get coffee, she’s probably out for the night now.”

“I’ll come with you.”

So you both walk downstairs to the coffee cart

You sit next to each other in the tiny waiting room nursing your lukewarm cups of coffee.

“You know what sounds good right now?”

“Whats that?”

“Whiskey”

“Shame I’ve been sober almost nine months then, or I’d probably have some.”

“Nine months? So thats…”

“The night you said I was acting like my dad.”

“Oh”

“You were right.”

“No I wasn’t. I was annoyed.”

“No, we talked things out. I wasn’t the husband that came home drunk because he had a bad day.”

“JJ”

“You know the first night it happened, I saw him.”

“What?”

“That day, I was at The Wreck, getting lunch with a coworker and his wife, and my dad was there.”

“You should have told me.”

“He said really shitty things about me, about us. It’d been almost six years since I’d seen him, he didn’t know about Rylie. Said that I’d probably be shit dad anyway.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I saw red, I marched right up to him and got in his face. Told I was one hundred percent a better dad than he was because my five year didn’t have to fend for herself most of the time because I actually came home every night. That for five years, I’d had a routine every night with my child. I’d come home, we’d eat dinner as a family. I’d give her a bath, braid her hair before bed, read her a bedtime story.”

“You’re a good dad, J. and I want you to know that. I heard the fear in your voice when you called to say she was going into surgery.”

“Divorce is what pushed me to get help. I see a therapist.”

You stared at him.

JJ Maybank, your ex-husband, was in therapy.

“Therapy”

“Mhm. He’s helped me work through all the trauma in my life.”

“I’m glad it helps you.”

“But seeing you, the day I came over and signed the papers. Y/N, you were visibly scared of me. I smacked that counter and you flinched. I promised you I wouldn’t be my dad, that I’d never hurt you or Rylie, but you were scared that day.”

You were quiet.

He was right, that day you were scared. He was angry, and you were upset but deep down you know he’d never hurt you.

“JJ”

“Hmm?”

“Come home”

“Really?”

“Yes. I think maybe I was a little fast to settle on divorce”

[askthesmoldemonslayers]

Hello there. I just would love to say that I love your Demon Kie AU and I was wondering. Can we see her entire look? Like how we saw Nezuko's when Zenitsu first met canon Nezuko, please? Oh, and would anyone they meet fall in love with Kie? Would it be cute or awkward for Tanjiro and Nezuko?

Hey little curious dear~ I came to finally answer your question!This is how I kind of see her in my mind~. Sorry I didn't draw her fully , I'm a bit lazy hahah xD. -Oh, and would anyone they meet fall in love with Kie? I would assume they would actually! Maybe it's the fact that anyone would really love a motherly figure to begin with. I'd assume that Tanjiro and Nezuko would have to fight a lot of people off her since she does posses a specific charm to her that is really hard to miss. I feel like she would easily gain the respect of the Hashira Pillars and some might even cling to her as a motherly figure of course xD. She would most definitely stay true to her kind and gentle nature , supporting her kids throughout every fight they face , since lets not forget the power in general of the 'mama bear.' -Would it be cute or awkward for Tanjiro and Nezuko? Definitely awkward , that's for sure . I mean they would appreciate the amount of praise their mom will get , but lets not still forget that she is still a 'demon' and with a lot of respect and love , comes a lot of hate . It would be so funny when Nezuko and Tanjiro would try and protect their mom from any negative commentary thrown on her address xDD. Like we already know how Tanjiro reacted when they called his sister 'eyesore / ugly' , I can imagine basically the similar situation hahaha. Thank you for sending in!! <3 - Cards

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

THIS THO! Kie being like a mama figure for JJ exactly like she does treat him like a child who can’t do shit ever and needs to be babysit she legit even said I’ll babysit JJ so it was definitely a mama bear moment after the drowning scene

She was acting like that with JohnB too but at most with JJ and never was doing that to pope always was tougher on pope like she didnt need to babysit him or think he’ll get his feelings hurt

[ghostiewriter]

I would love some headcanons about jiara as parents when their kids are more like teen aged! I’m obsessed with all of the talk of them with a baby/toddler, like LOVE love, but want to hear more about older family jiara too!

OOOOH YES I LOVE THIS

Look, their relationship with each of their kids is different

Take James for example

This boy is a mummy’s boy through and through, even when he’s older

However, if there’s one thing Kiara has noticed, it’s the way her eldest son follows his father’s footsteps

Kiara is the first to notice when James has a wee crush on his fellow classmate

She’s the first to notice that it grows from more than a stupid crush to something deeper

And she can’t help but snort at the thought of her son being so entranced by this badass girl from the opposite side of the tracks

He truly is his father’s son, no?

Unlike other kids, James is actually very open with his parents and goes to his mother for advice a lot when it comes to his love life

Only because the one time he asked JJ, it led to James realising that the love of his life was not a flower person and that two hundred roses could cause quite the allergic reaction

Regardless, it warms her heart that her son comes to her for advice, but it also makes her heart hurt to see him grow up so quickly

Don’t get me wrong, she is happy that he’s happy but she is ready to go full mama bear mode if she needs to

The twins are a bit different

Gabriel is the golden child, always so soft spoken and thriving in whatever class he’s given

It confuses Jiara how they could create such a well behaved child whilst they…were anything but

Until they realise their son is so smart he’s outsmarting them

It starts off small and they don’t even realise it

Small wee lies that fly over their head because why would they suspect Gabriel lying to them?

However, they don’t confront him about it

Oh no no, they are not those kinda parents

They blame the game until they are in control

And they will win because they will be damned if they are outsmarted by their teenage son

With Zack, things are a little more blunt

They know what to expect with him

But what they didn’t expect was for when their son became a big softie

When Zack came to his father, begging him to teach him Spanish because the girl he liked speaks Spanish

When Zack came to his mother, asking if he could borrow the car to take this girl out on a date because he couldn’t take the picnic basket on his motorcycle

Small things like this shook Jiara to the core but it also started a monster

Because now JJ has a scrapbook planned for Zack and Cassie’s wedding, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it

Because that’s his OTP right there

And then you have Elliot

Baby Elliot, the pride and joy of the family, and their little girl

Elliot growing up is probably the hardest on Jiara

It’s the last of their kids and it’s getting to the point where they won’t need them as much

Until they realise their kids need them in other ways

Like when Elliot asks her father to take her to see some rock band on the mainland because none of her friends want to go and he gladly takes his daughter

When she’s struggling with school and embarrassed to ask for help, Kie is by her side to remind her that it’s always okay to ask for help

When that Carrera-Maybank competitive gene hits and her parents stay up with her all night to help her bake 200 cupcakes just to prove to Lindsay Johnson that she can raise more money at the bake sale

Jiara are there for their kids no matter what, it’s just in different ways than to when they were kids

They also 100% think they are the cool parents

Without a fucking doubt

JJ labels himself the cool dad and he will proudly wear his apron which says so when he’s grilling some food for his kids

Even if they roll their eyes at it every time

He knows they love it

[reawritesthings]

Ratatouille | JJ Maybank

(GIF is made by me. Credit if used)

Summary: JJ Maybank is a clever little rat. Always stealing and never getting caught. Until, he finds himself in the presence of your own home and you finally catch him.

Note: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve released something so it might be a little iffy but, i really hope you enjoy it + feedback is appreciated

"Have you heard about the little rat who keeps stealing our food? Just the other day, my finest roast chicken was taken. I bet it's those dirty Pogues." Mrs Andrew's who resident three doors down complained to a few other figures, who slyly had there eye on your mother's newest trinket.

"You should take it as a compliment, Mrs Andrew's. It means your cooking is divine." You endeavour into her daily rant hoping she could see this in a different light.

Mrs Andrew vexed at your attempt to see the light in this particular theft, " That piece of chicken costs me 30 dollars. I don't pay for my food to be taken, young lady."

You threw your head back, squaring your shoulders with charismatic movement whilst hearing Mrs Andrew's bicker about a false accusation that you might be seeing a Pogue. As the daily neighbour meeting elongated into hours of constantly whining, you decided to seek refuge into a certain Cameron.

You constrain your body to accompany Rafe, your trusted advisor and best alcohol dealer. "Rafe. I need alcohol, pronto."

Rafe disapproved your request, seeing you suffer was a blessing and a curse to his sicken mind, "Mrs Andrew's giving you a hard time?" You nodded, freely motioning your head to rest into his chest.

"She's claiming I'm sleeping with a Pogue because I defended the 'rat' that steals her god damn chicken." Even the mention on the claim provoked you making you feel slightly uncomfortable that you had that potential to sleep with a Pogue.

"Don't you fancy the Maybank kid?" Rafe's eyebrow furrowed knowing too much about your personal life.

"I don't fancy him. I just see him delivering my groceries." Rafe prompted attacked your false claim by falling your emotions further.

"So staring at him for three minutes straight and, finding it hard to say 'thank you' really gives the ' I don't fancy him' vibe."

You awarded Rafe with the finger, gravitating away from his presence before you do something you'll regret.

    ✿✿✿✿

"JJ, A chicken? Really?" Kiara was slightly miffed by the actions that her best friend accomplishes the night before.  JJ rose from his worn-out deck chair that somehow stayed afloat giving the circumstances of the holes present.

"What are you on about, Kie?"

Kiara watched JJ fumble his way towards her, his walk was mistaken for zigzags which only met she had to handle a drunk JJ. "You stole Mrs Andrew's chicken and many more things."

JJ remotely failed to make a face to the name, shrugging his shoulder he twirled away from Kiara, "Mrs Andrew shouldn't be so worked up about a fucking chicken. If I did take the chicken, shouldn't she take it as a compliment?"

"You didn't have to steal it, JJ. You could have just asked me and I would have gotten you groceries." Kiara abbreviated JJ's response, hoping the statement she announced stayed in JJ's mind the next time he decides to steal.

Stealing for JJ was like breathing. He didn't need to, of course - but,  he needed to survive. It was like a curse his father placed when he turned to alcohol for pleasure. His friend tried to make him stop, but he couldn't break the curse. He always saw stealing as the only sensible way to survive in the Cut. In this Pogue life, you worked two jobs and were lucky enough to earn a tip. JJ wasn't going to rely on just an hourly income for himself and his drunken father, he needs cash, immediately.

It started with small items, food to help him function for the day. But, as he successful outsmarted Heyward, he thought bigger and placed his icky nose on the other side of the island known as 'Figure 8.' Figure 8 was JJ's dream, a dream that one day he would go full Kook and have a golden statue of himself.

"Noted." JJ bluntly responded but Kie wasn't remotely sure if JJ even took anything she told into account.

JJ watched the sea, lost in the rhythmic percussion of the harsh waves crashing onto the sand. His eyes watched the sunset, spreading into its last ounce of orange rays before twilight awakes. His lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that he knew what house he wanted to enter, whatever the consequences he was adamant to have another decent meal. JJ landed in Figure 8, a town he knew well from his kleptomaniac days. Since he got the heads up that Mrs Andrews was on the hunt, he vowed to take the beachfront.

His stomach commences into a harsh growl, the pain was noticeable and so was a house. It was three downs up from Mrs Andrews, a typical white framed fence with artificial flowers and wide backyard. JJ's wandering eye teleported him towards the gate, a gate he began to familiarise when his hand touched the newly painted wood.

"Mrs Y/L/N House..." JJ whispered to himself. When JJ's movement came towards the garden he noticed the door left ajar, a scent rushed out of the house and suffocated JJ's nostrils making his belly flip with joy. He knew he couldn't get into trouble due to the door being already open which was odd for Figure 8. JJ approached the door and scanned the ghost-like kitchen to see if anyone was awake.

No one was seen.

JJ pushed the door and it swung open with ease, a blast of air-conditioned of a cold streamed past him, with light jazz escaping through the night. He tiptoed inside, squinting his eyes shut as he didn't want to draw attention to himself. He shamelessly headed from the double magnetized fridge covered with pictures of you and magnets from different states.

"Why do Kook's have beautiful children?" JJ murmured, haltingly placing his hand over the handle letting the momentum of the fridge open revealing a whole stack of food.

"Tempting. What do you fancy tonight, JJ?" He asked himself, fiddling around with the products making sure everything was neatly stacked the way he found it. JJ took out a plate of half-eaten cheesecake, along with a bottle of coke with some fruit on the side.

"I found dessert, but I need dinner. C'mon pretty girl, what did mama make ya?" JJ eyes darted around the island, checking if there were pots present or even a plate visible to him.

"Bingo." JJ teethed with joy as he noticed a pan neatly resting on the stove. "Come to JJ."

As JJ swayed his arching body towards the stove, he smelt the rich scent evaporate around him causing him to gag a little, "This has to do..."

JJ tasted the dish, it looked like someone effortlessly threw random vegetables onto the pan and called it a day. "This is fucking disgusting."

"Tell me about it." You chuckled, repelling the smell of your mother's failed attempt of Ratatouille, and amazed that a boy with the same age demolished the meal in three gulps. "Of all things you could eat, you choose that?"

JJ froze insight, ceiling his eyes shut with a combination of a curse word leaving his lips, "Please don't call the cops."

"I wasn't planning too, Maybank." He was stunned by your response and the mention of his surname.

"How do you know me?" JJ dumbly interrogated the girl, trying to form a vision but the darkness around them forbade him.

You chuckled, as JJ tried to figure out a time where he would have met you."You deliver my groceries every Sunday. You are friends with Pope Heyward, I usually give him a can of beer whenever he is alone."

"Beer girl? No fucking way."

You bowed letting out a quiet laugh. "I'm guessing you are the person who stole Mrs Andrew chicken? and, If you really are that hungry I can make you mac n cheese?"

JJ hurled when the name entered the room, "The ungrateful bitch. She should be glad I stole her chicken. She's hella of a good cook, better than your ma's."

"Anything is better than my mother's cooking. I sometimes ride down to the Wreck for a decent meal. Mr Cerrera's food is the best." You praised the Cerrera's talent whilst you attempted to make Mac n Cheese for the hungry boy.

JJ sent a smirk to his fond smile, "I'm best friends with their daughter. Even though, I'm not their cup of tea... I still get scraps that ungrateful Touron's don't finish."

You envied the Pogue life, even more now as JJ began to blabber on about his adventures of surfing during the hurricane's, going to Mrs Crain's and Rixon's Cove. You liked being a Kook, you had everything you wanted and more but, something was missing. You had friends, Rafe mainly when he wasn't trying to get into your pants and his sister, Sarah but, It wasn't nearly as great as JJ's friends.

"You okay there?" JJ snapped your train of thoughts, placing his hand over yours.

You gave JJ a cramped smile as he took charge of stirring, "Yeah. I was daydreaming."

JJ didn't say a word, knowing it wasn't just a daydream thought. "Cute. How about you come and hang out with us? As for us, I mean the Pogues? But, If you want to hang out just us two..." You cut JJ with a light kiss to his cheek causing a heat of pink to arouse him.

"Taking that as a yes."

You laughed, scooting him away from the stove. "You are my guest. Sit down and I'll give you your food."

JJ did as he was told, hearing your bossy attitude take charge aroused him. "Yes, chef."

You delivered JJ his meal, watching him devour as if it was his last. The small moans escaping from his lips gave you confidence that you weren't a bad cook. "JJ, slow down. It's not going to run away."

"I think you have scored the best cook of Mac n Cheese. I'm definitely coming here, again."

You were meaning to question the boy on how he cleverly entered your house, "How did you even get inside? The alarm was on."

"Simple. the back door was open slightly. Someone must of-" JJ stopped when a gasp escaped your lips.

"Fuck. I forgot to close it." JJ chuckled at the clumsiness of your mind. He managed to figure you out in 10 minutes, which he didn't mind doing.

"It's okay. Maybe you forgot for a reason?" JJ tried to flirt his way into the situation, but you were more infuriated with yourself.

"You saying we were destined to meet, Maybank? I thought a Pogue and Kook don't get along or date." You translated the rules of the two tribes made by Rafe and, JJ.

"Fuck the rules. I tend to break them." JJ shrugged looking around as he proved his point.

"I see. Well, my mother is making spaghetti bolognese tomorrow? I'll leave you a plate outside." You winked, gathering his empty plate.

"And if it all fails, I'll treat you to a nice dinner at the Wreck. My treat..." JJ rambled not wanting to leave your house but, he knew he had too.

"You mean, free food at the Wreck?"

JJ pouted at the response. He was hoping for a simple nod.

"It's a date, Maybank."

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Mistake (Rafe Cameron x reader) Epilogue

Summary: You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant?

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A/N: well.... this is the end. Thank you to everyone who’s followed this story and supported it by either liking, commenting, or reblogging it. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. I love you guys xx 

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~ 5 Months Later ~

You’d just hit the 9 month mark and well baby pogue (or baby kook as all Rafe’s friends call it) could be here any day now. It was all up to her to make her famous debut. The last 5 months were smooth sailing. The apartment over the garage was fixed up for you, Rafe and the baby. The nursery was painted, furniture together, and décor hung on the walls, thanks to Sarah and Kie.

You waddled your way through the apartment; Rafe was in the living room watching tv and that’s when you saw it. You bursted into tears like it was the worst thing in the world. Rafe was quick on his feet, “What?! What’s wrong?” He hurried to you, jumping over a pile of dirty clothes to be put in the laundry, “Are you okay?”

You shook your head, putting your forehead against his chest, your belly creating a large space between the two of you.

“Baby… what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He wraps his arms around you.

“t-the shoes.” You sniffled, pulling away from him and pointing to the shoes that were by the door. It was his shoes he’d taken off when he arrived home earlier. Instead of going in the closet like usual they were sitting neatly by the door and for some reason it was the end of the world for you.

Rafe let out a soft chuckle, “I’m sorry baby. I’ll put them up.” He slowly pulls from you and grabs the shoes from the floor and putting them on the rack in the closet, “Better?”

You sniffled, nodding and wiping your eyes, “They just weren’t where they were supposed to be.”

~

“Please be careful…” Kie winced as Pope and John B helped you over into the boat. You may have been 9 months pregnant and the size of a whale but that didn’t stop you from a nice relaxing day on the boat.

“I’m fine, Kie.” You huff, sitting down on your usual seat. “Thank you, boys.”

“Are you sure you should be out on the boat?” Pope asks, grabbing your bag from the dock and setting it in the boat.

“You look like you’re about to pop.” JJ adds, sitting down.

You and Kie give him a look and he holds his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying.”

“My doctor said it was fine as long as it was smooth rides.” You look at John B, who nods, “I won’t go out of the marsh. It’ll be smooth.”

“What if you go into labor?” JJ looks uneasy as he looks at your belly and then back up at you, “I’m not a doctor. None of us are.”

You roll your eyes, “JJ, I’ll be fine. We’re not going far out. Soon, I won’t be able to do this. I just needed to get out of the house.” You knew you probably should have come out considering you had pains in your stomach all morning, but they weren’t anything major. You figured they were Braxton hicks or false labor. You’d already had a scare and Rafe had rushed you to the hospital only to be told it was Braxton hicks. You didn’t want that to happen again.

You ran a hand over your stomach, “Will you guys please stop looking at me like I’m a little china doll that could break?”

~

You took a deep breath as another pain rolled through your lower stomach, clenching your eyes shut. This one was more intense than the others.

“You okay?” John B puts a hand on your shoulder.

You nod, “Yeah fine. Just some Braxton hicks.”

“Maybe we should head back.” John B offers.

You stand, “John B I’m fine, okay? I just need to walk a little.” You craned your neck from side to side as you took a couple steps. And that’s when you felt it. “Oh no.” You look up at the pogues, eyes wide. Your water just broke.

“Oh my god.” Kie says.

“Oh, that’s disgusting.” JJ makes vomit noises.

“Shit.” Pope adds.

“And it’s time for us to go.” John B says, getting behind the wheel. “Everyone sit down!”

~

“Someone has to call Rafe!” You clutch at JJ and Pope’s hand as they help you walk up toward the chateau.

“On it!” Kie says, digging through your bag for your phone.

JJ winces, “Shit, y/n.. don’t break my hand.”

You send him a look and he quickly shuts up, “You squeeze it however hard you need too. Yup, you can break my hand if you need to.” He nods.

“Get her in the van.” John B puts some blankets down in the van, moving trash out of the way.

You double over as another contraction hits, “Oh god..”

“Note that one Pope.” John B says.

“Yup I got it! They’re getting closer. Maybe 7 minutes?”

“Rafe, she’s in labor! I don’t know, we were on the boat and her water broke… yes we’re on our way.. okay we’ll meet you there.” Kie throws the phone back in the bag, “Rafe’s meeting us there.”

“Can we get going then before she pops this baby out right here?!” JJ looks frantically at the pogues.

~

“She’s beautiful..” Rafe whispers next to you. You were ready to push as soon as you got there. Rafe was already waiting in the hospital for you guys to arrive. It only took a few good pushes and she was here.

“She has your eyes..” You gently rub your finger over her cheek, looking up at him, “You ready to hold her?”

He nods, gently taking her from you. His eyes tear up looking down at the baby swaddled in a pink blanket, “Hi baby girl..” He slowly backs up so he can sit in the rocker next to you, slowly rocking back and forth. “I thought you were beautiful..” He looks up at you, “But she’s breathtaking, y/n. I mean she’s perfect.”

You nod, “We made a pretty cute baby, didn’t we?”

He chuckles, nodding, “We did. Who would have thought you and I having a drunken one-night stand on the beach would end in this?”

“A lot of good came from that one night stand.”

There was a soft knock on the door, “Come in..” In walked the pogues. John B had a bouquet of flowers, JJ had balloons, Kie had a gift bag and Pope had a teddy bear in his hands.

Rafe slowly stands from the rocker, “she’s beautiful, you guys.”

Kie gives an excited quiet squeal, putting the gift bag down, coming over to Rafe, “look at her.. oh she’s so cute and little.”

John B comes to your side, setting the flowers on your bed side table, “How’s mama feeling?” He kisses your head.

“I’m good.. Better now that she’s here.” You give his hand a squeeze.

“she’s going to have a hard time with boys because her uncles are going to kick the asses of all the boys that come near her..” JJ coos over Kie’s shoulder.

“Yes we are.. you’re never going to have a boyfriend.” Pope coos.

“Finally, something we all agree on..” Rafe chuckles, handing Kie the baby.

John B walks over, holding his hand out to Rafe, “Congratulations, man. She’s beautiful.”

Rafe nods, shaking John B’s hand, “Thank you. And thank you for getting her here safely. And in time.” He chuckles.

You watch as Rafe and the pogues stand around admiring her. You never thought you would be sitting here 10 months ago. However, you wouldn’t take anything back. Your friendships were stronger. You managed to catch the love of your life and now brought a beautiful and healthy new baby into the world. The pogues vs kooks was over, non-existent. This one mistake brought you great things.

“What’s her name?” Pope asks, looking up at you. The other pogues looking at you as well.

“Maddie Anne Cameron.”

You’d had plenty of mistakes over the last 10 months, but this one mistake ended up being the best thing that had ever happened to you.  

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[dreamypeaches]

the lucky ones | pope heyward x reader

summary: after finally confessing his feelings to you, his childhood best friend, you and pope get a surprise. 

warnings: pregnancy, cursing, tiny bit of angst, mostly pure fluff

word count: 1.7k

a/n: here’s some good old childhood friends to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, and dad!pope goodness. this is literally just my dream, so pope heyward, if you’re out there, hmu. 

“So…”

“Yeah.”

“This is real?”

“No, it’s cake.”

“Fuck you.”  

Pope looks down at the two pink lines before staring back up at you. From your place across the couch, you’re chewing on the inside of your thumb, eyes filled with anxiety, unable to read the expression on your best friend’s face. Except, he wasn’t just your best friend anymore. Though you hadn’t labeled it, whatever new level your relationship was on was far from platonic. Not after the way he kissed you and held you that night. Not after you moaned his name in the most sinful of ways. And especially not now, with the weight of reality falling onto your backs.

“What do you want to do?” Pope questions, staring back down to focus on the positive sign, still not fully comprehending the impact such a simple picture could have on his life.

“Well, obviously we can’t keep it,” you comment, not even questioning your words until Pope’s eyes widen, eyebrows coming together as he stands up.

“What do you mean we can’t keep it?” He asks. It’s you’re turn to be shocked, shooting his a confused look as he crouches in front of you, gaze falling onto your torso that was currently growing a little piece of you and him.

“Pope, how could we take care of a baby? You’re about to start medical school and that’s going to be insane! You don’t want to deal with being a father on top of that. And what am I going to do?”

He’s quiet for a moment, fingers reaching out hesitantly, landing on your stomach.

“Yeah, it is going to be insane. But…I love you. I’m completely in love with you and have been forever. There is no one else I’d rather have a life with, have a family with. So why don’t we start now?”

The look on his face is so hopeful you almost want to lie to him. It breaks your heart to have to speak the truth with tears in your eyes.

“You can’t say that, Pope. Sure, we’ve been friends forever, but that’s nothing like being in a relationship, like being parents! What if we don’t work well like that? What if we hate each other? Pope, I never want to hate you.” You start to sob, falling forward into his open arms. He clutches you tightly, wishing just his touch could make everything better.

He’d never expected to be able to touch you like this. You were his best friend since diapers, and he’d been in love with you since he discovered what love was. When he came home for the summer after graduating college, he’d made a decision. He wasn’t the same anxiety-ridden, awkward teenage boy you had grown up with. He was a man and he was accomplished and he had missed you like crazy, only seeing you on holidays and over the summer for the last four years. He’d planned it all out, bringing you to your favorite place when you were kids, a little nook in your backyard you called you’re happy place.

Talking an laughing like old times, Pope held you close before thinking screw it and asking if he could kiss you. Of course you said yes and one kiss turned into a full on make out which led to your bedroom which led to where you were now, sobbing into Pope’s arms as you tried to come to terms with the fact that nothing would be the same.

“We’ll figure it out, love. We don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to. It’s your choice and I will support you no matter what. Just tell me what you need.” Pope whispers against your neck, holding you like his life depended on it. You take a deep breath, your sobs subsiding as you allow Pope’s words to cover you in a comforting blanket.

“I just want to lay down.”

Pope nodded, standing with you in your arms and carrying you to the bedroom. You curled up in his side, whispering to him to turn the tv on. He did as you asked, putting on your favorite show and allowing you to escape for a while. You spent the rest of the day like that, intertwined with each other, not speaking despite the thousands of thoughts running through your heads. Exhaustion overtook you eventually, the emotional weight of the day washing over you and forcing you into unconsciousness, but not before you made a decision.  

When you woke, it was early the next day. Pope, of course, was already up, always an early riser. He still had an arm wrapped around you scrolling through his phone before dropping it to the side as you stirred beside him.

“Good morning, love,” He says, shooting you a smile. You smile back up, your thoughts before falling asleep coming back to you, making your smile light up.

“Let’s do this, Pope,” You say. His brow furrow for a moment, not understanding the context of your statement. “Let’s have a baby. I love you, I want this with you. We can do it.”

Pope’s look of confusion bursts into one of pure happiness, his arms gripping you in a bear hug and pulling you onto his chest as he peppered your face with kisses. The joy was contagious, giggles falling from your lips as Pope started to list off all the ways you could make it work, and you couldn’t help but believe him. You looked into the future and you knew it would be okay.

1 year and 9 months later

Your phone buzzed for the millionth time that morning as you prepared breakfast. The smile that had yet to leave your face only grew as you read the message from Kie.

Tell Sylus happy birthday from his favorite auntie! Can’t wait to see you tomorrow!

You turn to now one year old, happily eating cheerios and blueberries in his high chair.

“Sy, Auntie Kie says happy birthday!” You say.

“Kie! Kie!” Sylus exclaims, grin showing off his two new bottom teeth.

“What about Kie?” Pope asks, walking into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, hair still damp from the shower.

“She just texted, wishing Sy a happy birthday. I’ve been blowing up all morning, not that any of the messages are for me. I swear, everyone we know loves our child more than us.”

Pope chuckles, arm encasing your waist as he pecks you on the cheek.

“Who can blame them, he is the cutest child in the universe. Aren’t you, Sy? Aren’t you the cutest little chunky money?” Pope’s baby voice comes out and he moves over to his son, fingers tickling his chubby belly as the now one year old giggled.

“Anyways, not everyone is focused on Sy. JJ texted me this morning congratulating me on getting laid a year and nine months ago,” Pope says. You scoff.

“Of course he did.” You turn the stove off and scoop the eggs onto a plate, adding some toast, fruit, and bacon and laying it in front of Pope. Filling your own plate, you sit on the other side of Sylus, picking up his milk that had fallen to the ground.

“So, what’s the plan for today, love?” Pope asked. The both of you had been lucky enough to get the whole weekend off. Today was Sylus’ actual birthday, tomorrow you’d be making the short trip to the Outer Banks for the grand party both your and Pope’s parents were putting together. It was times like these that made Pope getting into med school at Chapel Hill all the better.

“I was thinking we spend some time at home, maybe open up that new present we got him and let him try it out while we finish packing. Then we can stop at the aquarium on our way to the Outer Banks, you know how much he loves it there. Then we get to your parents house and spend at least an hour watching your mom and my mom gush over out little angel and shower him with an unnecessary amount of gifts. Sy is asleep by 8:30 and we’re in bed by 10.”

Pope nods along, eyes moving from his son to you as you spoke.

“Sounds like a plan.”

The day had gone just according to that plan. You were getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth and washing your face as Pope put Sy down. That clearly wasn’t happening when Pope walked into the bathroom, a pajama clad Sylus in his arms.

“Is he giving you trouble?” You ask with a smile.

“No, actually, there is one last gift for the day. Can you give it to mommy, Sy Sy?” Pope coos at the child, who is playing with a small box in his hands. After asking him once more, Sylus sticks his pudgy arm out, stretching across the space to hand you the box.

“I know it’s Sy’s birthday, but I thought it was the perfect time to give you this.”

You smile, giving Pope a confused look before lifting the lid. Your smile falls, eyes filling with tears as you lift the simple ring from the box.

“Pope…” Is all you’re able to say as your eyes are trained on the shiny object.

“I love you, Y/N. I know we didn’t really do things in the right order, but that’s okay. I love the life we’ve created and I love our son and I love you and I’m ready for this next step. So, will you marry me?”

“Mama cry? Mama cry?” Sylus says, reaching towards you as tears fall from your eyes, racing down and over your smiling lips. You take Sylus into your arms, kissing him on the forehead before looking back at Pope.

“Of course I’ll marry you.” Pope crashes his lips to yours, reducing his passion slightly so you wouldn’t drop Sylus. He takes the ring from you and slips it on to your finger, kissing the skin around it before grinning up at you. Sylus points to the rings and babbles, clearly interested in the bright item. You and Pope just laugh, walking together to Pope’s childhood bedroom. Laying Sylus down in his crib, Pope pulls you against him on the bed as you admire the jewelry on your finger.

“I can’t believe I get to have this. I’m marrying Y/N Y/L/N. I must be the luckiest man in the world.” You giggle, pressing a sweet kiss to his smiling lips. Looking back at the sleeping boy beside the bed, you sigh in content.

“I think we’re both the lucky ones, my love.”

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[simpsocial]

Songs that remind me of Haikyuu characters

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Playlists //

Characters in this post: Tsukishima Kie; Yamaguchi Tadashi; Kageyama Tobio; Tendo Satori; Sugawara Koshi: Rintaro Suna; Miya Atsumu; Asahi Azumane; Kuroo Tetsurou; Ushijima Wakatoshi

Warnings: none, other than that there is a wide variety of songs so be careful when listening I guess

A/n: this is me exposing my shitty music taste and how the weirdest and dumbest shit will remind me of the boys, it’s a short thing but I can always do a part 2 

Tsukishima Kie

Ophelia by The Lumineers (specifically the audio of it from another room while it’s raining don’t ask why)

Half a Man - Dean Lewis ( DoNt AsK )

Cruel - Butcher & the Florist (it’s cause he’s a lil b**ch for no reason)

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Honeybee - the head and the heart (soft vibes that just makes me think of him)

Do It All Again - Sam and Sounds

Mama’s Gun - Glass Animals (it’s the instrumental and voices, not the lyrics lol)

Kageyama Tobio

Persephone - Tamino

Midnight Love - Girl in Red

Out of My League - Fitz and The Tantrums (its the self doubt because of trauma for me)

Tendo Satori

The Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Experience (its the chaos for me)

Necromancin Dancin - Bear Ghost (he just looks like he’d be into necromancy idk)

Sugawara Koshi

Unrequited Love - CATBEAR (i feel like hes been there y’a know?)

The London Air Raids - Vian Izak

Rintaro Suna

Fake - Us3r (I just got the vIbE from it)

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? - Arctic Monkeys (it’s cause the cover on the slowed version i downloaded on my phone is him)

Miya Atsumu

Godspeed - Shayfer James (it’s because of that one line)

Up To No Good - The Hoosiers (i refuse to explain)

Love Me Dead - Ludo (he just looks like he loves toxic relationships)

Asahi Azumane

My Bonaparte - Vian Izak (no i can and will not explain)

Kuroo Tetsurou

Can You Feel My Heart - Bring Me The Horizon (you can’t tell me he wouldn’t jump off a building to this)

Razzmatazz - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME (the VIBE sir)

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood (iykyk)

[jjobxx]

-- I Will Be There;

Pairing: Topper Thornton x Reader

Words count: 2,484

Request: "Why are you so nice to me” and “I’m not drunk I’ve only had 1..2..7 drinks” with reader taking care of drunk and sad Topper after he found out about Sarah cheating on him?

Warnings: Slight allusion to child neglect (emotional, really) but doesn’t go into details. A couple curse words, drinking. Fight scenes (yes the one at the Boneyard), a couple injuries but nothing more than scrapes or cuts. Mentions of cheating, obviously.

A/N: This was a little difficult to center around Topper because I assumed the reader was friends with the Pogues so of course she is never around him or never talks to him. Anywho, if this isn’t to your liking please let me know and I’d be happy to try again. As usual, not proofed so any mistakes are my fault.  ^_^

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Taking care of people was always something you were good at. Everyone always figured you were that way because no one really seemed to ever take care of you, which was true. Sure, you had a mother and father just like everyone else, but they were never really there for you in the ways you wished they were. You lived on the less fortunate side of town which made it harder for you to be taken care of, not that you wanted material things, you just wished your parents cared a little more in regards of being parents and raising you right. By the age of thirteen, you were basically the one keeping your family afloat and since that day, it was in your bones to take care of others and you never asked for anything in return.

When you had met the Pogues, they initially nicknamed you ‘Mama Bear’ but later settled for ‘Mama Cub’ since you were more fuzzy than grizzly. One of them had been pushed off their bike by some of Kooks, ones you didn’t know the names of yet, and landed a mean cut on his forehead. Immediately you had dropped the bag of groceries you were carrying and scurried over to him to check his wound. You could tell he was flustered by the slight stutter in his words but let you help nonetheless, not that there was much you could do at that moment. However, you were able to talk him into letting you follow him to his friend’s house, John B’s, once he helped you gather your groceries and put them in the basket on his bike.

He stubbornly fought you as you insisted on walking his bike back instead of him but eventually gave in when he realized you wouldn’t take no for an answer. The walk to John B’s wasn’t too far but the quiet between you two made it feel like it was taking longer. “I’m Y/N, by the way…” you spoke up with a smile. “Pope,” he had responded as you two rounded a corner and finally made it to his friend’s house. “This is John B’s house, or The Chateau as we like to call it. And that’s John B,” he pointed at a boy with longer, darker locks. “That’s Kie and that’s JJ,” he spoke quickly as he stepped faster through the yard, hoping the others wouldn’t notice the injury on his forehead, or at least not until you were gone.

As you two made it inside, you could hear the speculations of the others but you stayed quiet as he led you to the bathroom where you would find a first aid kit under the sink. You gently padded his cut with a warm wash cloth to clean the dried blood then placed some Neosporin on the cut and finally two band-aides to cover it completely. Once the two of you were done, it was like a dam had burst as soon as you walked back into the company of the others. Many “What the hell happened’s?” were said though it was hard for you to catch who it came from. When they call became quiet, Pope explained what happened and each of them thanked you for helping their friend. “It’s like our own little Mama Bear,” Kie had jokingly stated later in the conversation as you all sat outside chatting away. They made you felt at home, like you had known them for years.

Later that week though John B decided to change your nickname to ‘Mama Cub’, stating you were too soft to be a grown bear. You playfully rolled your eyes, a light shade of pink adorning your cheeks, something Kie later teased you about. She could instantly tell you had developed a crush on JB within one week of knowing him, though it wasn’t hard to not fall for him. Regardless, everyone in the group agreed with the change of name and that’s the one that finally stuck.

Overtime you spent more time with the group, and less time at home. They made you feel more love and likeness in the few months you knew them than your parents did your whole life. With the Pogues though came the Kooks and somehow all four of them were more protective over you when the Kooks came around than you were of them; you were their cub and no one was going to mess with you. So anytime the Kooks came around, later learning their names to be Topper, Rafe, and Kelce, they always made Kie take you wherever they weren’t. You knew why they did it but sometimes you wished they’d let you stay so you could look after them instead.

The night of the boneyard incident happened so fast though, they weren't able to keep you from being away from the scenario that happened. One little quip was all it took for JJ and Topper to go at it then John B stepped in and that's when it escalated rather quickly. You could hear Sarah Cameron yelling after Topper and Kie yelling after John B as they wrestled in the water. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything as Topper began to drown your friend. You tried your best but nothing would come out, it was as if you were in some sort of trance that wouldn't allow you to have control over your own body. You were supposed to be the mama cub of the group, why couldn't you be that for them now? In truth, you were scared. Scared for John b, scared for Topper, and scared to know if JJ was actually going to use the gun.

To you it was quiet for a moment but then you heard the gun shot ring out and it brought you back to. While everyone was scurrying away from the boneyard, you watched as John B passed out on the surface. Your legs were like jello as you ran to him but the others quickly followed and helped to get him back to the Chateau.

That was the first night you had been around and witnessed the Pogue versus Kook rivalry that was so infamous around the island and your friends. That was the reason your friends always made sure you were never around when the drama started because they always knew there was potential of going from one to one hundred real quick. It was also the reason you were slightly more afraid of Topper and his friends, except you weren't about to let that cat out of the bag.

 Many other scenarios had brought you to the moment where you were now. There was the one where Topper and Rafe had jumped Pope while delivering groceries at the gulf club. You hadn't known about what happened until after the fact but that didn't stop you from wanting to give the two Kooks a piece of your mind. You were going to, and you almost did had it not of been for the rather terrifying look Rafe had been giving you when you walked up to him the next day, followed by the intense glares coming from Topper and Kelce next to him. All you could do was huff - though it came out more as a squeak - and walk away before anything else could be done.

Then there was the night of the Midsummer's party. Granted, you were on John B's hammock enjoying the setting sun so you weren't there to bare witness to anything that did or did not happen. But the next morning you woke to news that John B was in the hospital and Topper is the one that put him there. It was unclear to you what occurred but you were confused by Sarah's presence in the room and why she was so close to your friend. You were confused why Topper would push John B off the lookout - though maybe not meaning for it to have gone that far - but then it hit you... it hit you like a ton of bricks when you put two and two together.

You made an excuse to leave the room and sought out Topper. Yes, you were scared of him, and yes he made some questionable choices but you had been on the receiving end of cheating before and you knew how it felt. Your first serious boyfriend of one year had cheated on you for three months before you found out. Of all people, John B was the one to comfort you and now you couldn't help but be disappointed in the fact that he took part in Sarah's cheating.

 You weren't exactly sure where to go to find him, you didn't know Topper as well as you knew your friends. Additionally, he was a Kook and being you were a Pogue, you probably had different places in mind when you needed to be upset or isolate yourself.

You remembered he had a boat, though unsure if it was repaired yet due to Pope and JJ's revenge, but you had seen him a few times in passing on his boat and figured it was as good a place as any to check, at least, your gut told you so.

 It took you a bit to find his boat, not entirely knowing where he lived on Figure Eight. But once you made it there, you couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. Currently he was stumbling to get to the boat, his left hand on a post on the deck to keep him from falling and his right clutching onto a red solo cup of what you assumed as alcohol. Before you could think about it, you rushed to him and gently placed your hands on his shoulders to help steady him. "Woah there, Top. How about we get you away from the boat and water?" He could only grunt and mutter a 'No', the smell of alcohol stinging your nose. "Okay but you are in no state to be out on a dock by yourself, let alone to drive a boat," you softly exchanged. "You are drunk, Topper." He scoffed at your words, "I'm not drunk. I've only had 1... 2... 7 drinks," he counted with his fingers, stumbling into you as he lost his balance. It took everything in you not to fall. He was clearly much bigger than you but somehow you managed not to fall back. "Please, let me take you inside. You'll be much better off inside than out here,” you countered, trying not to sway with him as his grip was stronger than yours. “Let me just get you inside,” you whispered, gently pushing him in the direction of his house.

It took you almost thirty minutes of persuasion, and about twenty minutes to get him in the house after he had fallen more than once. You’re not sure how you did it without causing injuries to you or himself but finally you made it to his bedroom where you had tried to place him softly on the bed but it ended up being less than graceful as he plopped down onto it. His mumblings were incoherent as you tucked a blanket over him, the only words you were able to make out were Sarah’s and John B’s name which made your heart tighten each time he repeated them. You ran your hand through your hair, letting out a breath before speaking up. “I’m going to go find some aspirin and get some water, you stay here.”

With the medicine and water in hand, you returned to his room. From just the few minutes you were gone, Topper had passed out. You placed the water on the stand beside his bed, the aspirin next to the glass. You didn’t want to leave him so instead you made yourself at home, or as at home as you could. You sat in front of his closet, your back resting against the door. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but you didn’t figure you would be sleeping anyways, or at least not very much.

You woke up instantly when you heard the shatter of glass followed by an “Oh shit” from Topper. You scrambled to get up but were able to place your hand on his shoulder and lightly push him back on the bed. “You stay there, I’ll clean it up and get you some more water. Can’t have you getting hurt…” you mumbled, already out of his room to grab the supplies you needed.

As you were cleaning up the mess, careful not to cut yourself on the glass, you could feel Topper’s gaze on you. You weren’t sure why he was staring but it made your skin flush as you worked on the task at hand. You bit your lip, a nervous habit you had picked up long ago. “Why are you so nice to me?” he had suddenly asked you. “I’ve been nothing but cruel to you and your friends, I don’t get it.” There was hesitance in answering his question. You put the broom and dustpan down and slowly made your way to him. “I guess I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of cheating,” your shoulders shrugged. “I don’t know what happened between you and Sarah, and why she did it but it doesn’t make it right for her to do that to you. If she wasn’t feeling you two, she should’ve broke it off… not find comfort in another while you two were still a thing.”

You hadn’t realized you were sitting on his bed until you felt his hand on yours. “Thank you.” The enunciation of his words and the sincere look in his eyes was enough to tell you that he really was thankful. “You said you’ve been on the receiving end before… you should know you of all people don’t deserve that,” Topper’s words were genuine. You smiled at him and replied with a thank you of your own. “Now, let’s get you out of yesterday’s clothes and start the day fresh, shall we? I’ll even let you take your boat out for a spin,” you offered with a chuckle, getting up from the bed to finish cleaning up the mess as he found clothes to change into and headed for the shower.

You were probably the last person anyone expected to see with Topper Thornton yet here you were. The two of you had spent the entire day together out on his boat. After getting to know him, you weren’t as terrified of him as before and you began to understand where some of his problems came from. You knew you would have some explaining to do of your own when it came to the Pogues but right now your focus was to look after your new-found friend.  

[ghostiewriter]

Jarah b end of pregnancy/birth headcanons? Pouges as parents have a special place in my heart

It’s cute in a way that just has NO RIGHT to be so cute😩but your wish is my command, bestie!

Let’s get one thing straight

JOHN B WOULD BE A MESS

HE WOULD BE PANIC ALL THE PARENTINGS BOOKS

He’s been too busy basking in the awe of his girl and how she’s carrying his child that he didn’t even take the time to realise that an actual child would be at the end of it all

And the realisation hits him like a fucking truck

He is on edge, making sure Sarah is comfortable and relaxed

He’s giving her all the foot massages

He’s not letting her do ANYTHING

It pisses her off greatly but it’s also kinda charming to see him run around like a helpless puppy

He reminds her to have him on speed dial and to call him the second her water breaks

He is ready to drop EVERYTHING to get her to the hospital

But just in case, he reads up on home births

It freaks him out so he calls Pope and asks him to read up on it so they can call Pope if needs be

Sarah goes into a whole new stage of pregnancy hormones

She’s second-guessing names

Forgetting whether or not she’s called Kie

She floods the bathroom at least once

John B goes into PROTECTIVE MAMA BEAR MODE

But also can we just imagine the 3am chats where Sarah has woke him up because she has a weird craving and they just stay up talking?

“I can’t believe a mini JB or mini Sarah will be running around here soon”

“Still can’t believe you want to wait until the birth to find out what we are having”

“You agreed, Vlad, don’t pin this on me”

And I think when her water does break, John B is still a mess despite all the preparation

But Sarah loves it regardless

And she doesn’t let him live it down that he ended up putting one of her thongs on as a rush and didn’t realise until the baby was born and the adrenaline wore off and he realised he had a wedgie

It’s such a chaotic but beautiful moment

And they welcome their little girl, Charlotte, with massive smiles on their faces