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“Why does your tumblr app need Face ID to open??”

Ma’am, there’s a VERY HIGH possibility that the first thing you will see if you open my Tumblr is a 11 inches cock in a strap on, on Sevika’s hips pouting directly at you.

This or Sevika eating out a girl’s pussy.

Or just overall boobs. Yeah.

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please and thank q

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

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Ideas are cooking for my pride outfit.

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646 blue eye samurai works on ao3

62 are m/m

45 are mizu/taigen

not even just writing her as man but TAGGING IT m/m is BREAK MY HEART

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

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since it’s pride month (🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️‼️) have some sims i made today instead of finishing pt 02 of my vika mini series

── .✦ stephanie (she/her) & leslie (they/them)

── .✦ demi (they/them) & addison (she/her)

── .✦ raegan (she/her) & izabella (she/her)

getting the weather right was truly a pain in the ass but they turned out cute so it was worth it

pride dividers belong to and created by @cafekitsune <3

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

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i'm sorry i know it's been months since Arcane ended but i'm still so hung up on this assortment of pixels

like look at her little FACE

fortiche why. how am i meant to move on from my adorable murder wife

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lowkey venting but why are non black people (mainly white) damn near allergic to just saying when the reader is supposed to be anything but black?😭 Like they always feel the need to talk about the readers flowy hair being pushed behind your ear and how red you blushed. And as someone who can't wear weaves, doesn't wear wigs, and never straightens my hair - it's kinda irritating having to imagine myself not as myself js to stay immersed in what im reading (especially when its advertised as an "x reader" fic).

There is really no problem at all making your fics for a certain target audience.(for example: my fics are targeted towards other black lesbians) Thats not the problem. Its when the author doesnt tell people who theyre writing for and then randomly makes it obvious they don't care about including black people into their idea of "y/n" while you're already halfway thru reading the fic :/

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thank GAWD for artists this is beautiful and i wanna look at it all day (/□＼*)

— 𝘮���𝘰𝘯

gretvika & hextech side effects ♥︎

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all this discourse in the arcane community between the girl kissers is absolutely ridiculous.

i understand people having preferences and not wanting to read certain things. i don’t read fics with he/him pronouns for women; that’s simply not my cup of tea.

you know what im not doing though? calling the people that do read those fics slurs and being derogatory.

transphobia in the LGBTQ+ community (heavy emphasis on the T) is actually insane and you need mental help. if you see something you don’t like it’s so much easier to simply scroll away - or even block the creator if that’s what you’re into - than to go to their page, open the request box, and type a whole thing being nasty and hateful.

so many people outside of this community already hate you and want you dead. the only place any of us are truly safe is within our own space. and you’re on here telling people to kill themselves like a degenerate twelve year old.

stop acting like a damn kid and grow the fuck up.

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

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𝑴𝑨𝑴𝑨 || 𝟎𝟏

𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘌

𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘋!𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘟 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙!𝘔𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘚, 𝘕𝘖𝘈𝘏'𝘚 𝘈 𝘊𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘌, 𝘔𝘊 𝘏𝘈𝘚 𝘕𝘖 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘜𝘈𝘓 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘐 𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘖 𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈𝘚 𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘠, 𝘔𝘊 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚 𝘈 𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘛 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘐𝘚 35, 𝘔𝘊 𝘐𝘚 26

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sevika woke up to a weight on her chest. half asleep, she brought her right hand up, expecting to feel the silk of her lover's bonnet.

her eyes flew open when her hand came in contact with the baby soft curls on noah's head. she looked down as she registered his presence. at some point in the night, he had crawled on top of her and now had his face in between her breasts, one of his small hands squeezing the flesh of her chest ever so often. his eyes open and on her, his little pacifier occasionally bobbing in his mouth.

"you're too little to be so manish."

the scolding was light. noah didn't say anything, only blinking owlishly in response. sevika chuckled softly as she ran her hand over his head. she looked to her side, seeing her girlfriend laying on her stomach, snoring softly.

quiet grunts distracted sevika from her admiring. she turned back to noah to see his little eyebrows pinched, concentrating on something.

he's so damn cu-

what the fuck is that?!

sevika watched as his face settled just as the stench hit her.

".. did you just shit on me?"

the toddler giggled softly before closing his eyes.

"and now you're gonna sleep in it. unbelievable," sevika more or less grumbled to herself as she sat up with the boy in her lap.

she put him down on the bed while she went to retrieve her prosthesis. after it was on securely, sevika picked the boy up from the bed and held him at arms length before exiting the room.

sevika closed the door behind them as she took noah to the other room where his things were.

it’d been a little over a week since the couple brought the toddler home. for the most part, they’d gotten used to having the little one in their space.

the woman looked around the room. up against the left wall was a vast number of broken down boxes. against the back wall was noah’s new bed and against the right was his dresser. there was a toy box near the door and a green cotton rug took up most of the floor space.

“alright, kid. you stand right here while i get your stuff, okay?” sevika said as she put the boy down on the floor. as his feet made contact, noah positioned himself into a low squat. sevika stared at him.

“didn’t get it all out or something?”

the boy just hummed in response. sevika shook her head in amusement.

after grabbing the necessary items, sevika took noah to the bathroom. she pulled his pajamas bottoms and pull-up off before sitting him down on his potty chair. noah whined and turned his face up at the feeling of the cold plastic.

“uncomfortable?” sevika asked him as she tossed the dirty diaper in the genie. noah nodded with a frown just before a splashing sound was heard.

“glad i put you on the toilet instead on that mat your auntie got. would’ve been just my luck you piss all over me.”

noah stared at her as he continued to pee.

after putting a new pull-up on the boy, sevika washed both of their hands and brought the boy to the kitchen where she sat him down on the counter beside the refrigerator.

"want some juice? i can't give you too much, your auntie'll chew my head off," despite what one might assume, sevika enjoyed talking to the little one. he listened (even though he probably didn’t know what the hell she was talking about half the time) and he didn’t respond with stupidity, unlike a lot of the people sevika knew. he was also very expressive, so his opinions were very clearly seen if it not heard.

sevika poured some orange juice in one of noah’s new sippy cups and diluted it with some water before giving it to the boy, fixing her own cup shortly after. from his cross legged position on the counter, noah took the cup and guzzled the juice down.

“don’t drink too fast, you’ll-” she was cut off by the boy coughing. sevika moved to pat his back. after he calmed down, noah glared at the cup in his hand. sevika laughed at him.

“it’s not the cup’s fault-”

“what are you doing?”

sevika turned around to see her partner coming down the hall. her bonnet crooked on her head, sevika’s old t-shirt hanging off her shoulder, and her Christmas themed pajamas pants covering her toes.

noah saw his aunt and moved the stand up. noticing how fast the toddler was moving, sevika reached a hand out to brace him.

as honey came closer, the little boy started babbling excitedly and shaking his cup. not a single word came out, but he was very passionate about it.

“yeah? oh, you gotta stop shaking your cup, baby. you’re getting juice all over me,” the woman said to her nephew as she picked him up from the counter. with him in her arms, she listened with a tired smile on her face a do. xx as he said everything and nothing.

“you want some orange juice?” sevika asked as she went to refill her cup.

“yeah, you can just gimme some of yours.”

sevika stopped and stared. the other woman was still watching noah intently, eyes soft.

“you sure you want my germs? you don’t usually like drinking after other people.”

she watched as her partner slowly looked up at her. sevika raised an eyebrow as she went to take swig of her second cup.

“and where did i have my mouth in the shower last night, vika?”

the woman in question choked on the juice in her mouth. good thing noah was preoccupied with his aunt who was smiling back at him.

“excuse you, young lady, there are impressionable ears around,” sevika smirked to cover up her shock.

“he has no idea what we’re talking about, do you, baby?”

noah watched as the woman turned to coo at him, his hand squeezing at the material of her shirt. she turned back to the older woman with a triumphant smile.

“see? no idea.”

the trio laid across the couch: sevika leaning against the arm, her lover against her chest, and noah sat between his aunt’s legs. the adults were watching the umbrella academy while noah played with one of his toys.

“when do you go back to work?”

sevika looked down at her partner before answering. while noah was still in the hospital, both women emailed their bosses and were promptly given time off to adjust.

“week after next. what about you?”

“the week after you. hr said they’re gonna let me work from home since noah has ‘extra needs’. said they’ve been wanting to see how efficiently we could do our jobs outside the office.”

“that’s nice. have you talked to your mom?”

honey let out a deep sigh. she and her mother didn’t really talk much. she wasn’t the most understanding person, she was very controlling, and she wasn’t fond of the fact that her daughter was in a relationship with a woman, let alone a woman almost ten years older than her.

“yeah, i talked to her. i couldn’t tell who she was more pissed with.”

she explained to sevika that her mother had a visceral reaction to her sister being arrested. she was upset to hear about noah’s health concerns, and she was upset no one called her while he was still in the hospital. when she found out where noah would be living, though, her silence was loud.

“still not fond of me, huh?” sevika chuckled out. her future mother-in-law wasn’t discreet with her distaste for the lgbtq+ agenda, as she often put it. as long as she kept it cute, though, sevika had no problems.

the two continued their conversation for a while until noah yawned a little louder than necessary.

“oh, are you tired, my baby?”

noah snuggled into honey as she cooed at him. she pulled him closer to her chest as his eyes fluttered shut.

“i’m gonna go lay him down. you mind taking the food out of the fridge so i can cook?” honey asked sevika as she stood up with the toddler in her arms. sevika watched from her lounging position on the couch, already missing the weight of the woman against her chest.

“yeah, i got it. don’t take too long,” she responded, her lips unintentionally falling into a pout. she watched as the woman smiled down at her.

“i will be back in a timely manner, promise. you’re so needy sometimes,” she laughed out before carrying the boy to his room. shortly after, sevika got up from her spot on the couch and walked over to the kitchen. as she looked at the mounted menu board for dinner for the night, she felt her heart jump.

ᴛᴀɴᴅᴏᴏʀɪ ᴄʜɪᴄᴋᴇɴ ᴡ/ ɴᴀᴀɴ & ʙᴀsᴍᴀᴛɪ ʀɪᴄᴇ.

sevika could’ve jumped for joy as she reached in the refrigerator. sure enough, a bowl of marinating chicken sat to the side of the top shelf. along with the yogurt for the naan, she pulled out the metal bowl and got a quick whiff of the marinade before putting it back in the refrigerator. she then moved to the small closet to pull out the rice and the rest of the ingredients for the naan just as honey walked back into the living room.

“you got everything out for me?” she asked with a knowing smile on her face. sevika looked up, eyes wide with excitement for the impending meal.

“you didn’t tell me we were having tandoori,” sevika’s voice was soft and in shock. she was met with a loud laugh.

“babe, you didn’t ask. plus, you always tell me you don’t care what we have for dinner,” honey responded with an amused look on her face. sevika crossed the room and rested her hands on the shorter woman’s waist.

“i love when you cook indian food.”

“you love when i cook regardless, vika,” honey laughed once more before starting on dinner.

just as the sun was beginning to set, noah was being sat in his booster seat. as sevika was fastening him in at the circular table, his eyes were locked on the panda head shaped plate not far.

“you see the food your auntie made? listen, if you don’t want it, i’ll take it from you,” sevika told the toddler. he looked up at her for a second before looking back at the plate.

“vika, stop trying to steal his food! there’s plenty left over for you to have,” honey spoke from her position at the counter, pouring drinks for the three of them.

“yeah, but if he doesn’t want it, why let it go to waste?” sevika responded as she pushed the boy’s chair closer to the table before stepping away. his eyes tracked her hands as she moved across the room to retrieve his plate. when she sat the food down in front of him, soon followed by his sippy cup from his aunt, noah watched the cut up chicken, small spoon of rice, and half piece of naan as if waiting for something to happen. the adults sat their own food and drinks down on opposite sides of him as noah slowly reached for the rice, completely forgoing the small spoon on his plate.

“you don’t wanna use your spoon, baby boy?” honey pointed at the spoon on the toddler’s plate, causing the boy to stop and look at her. he stared with wide eyes before looking at the plastic utensil on his plate. the women watched as he seemingly considered using it before his hand continued the previous motion of grabbing rice and stuffing it into his mouth. sevika chuckled softly as she too ate the food in front of her, the woman across from her only smiling in defeat before eating her own food.

𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ╥﹏╥ 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘣𝘪 𝘣𝘪

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

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Pennelope, was her name, and she's the smartest in the game.

And seventeen, was the age, and I knew that we'd be engaged,

She was out of my league and out of this world

But I couldn't seem to get over this world

So I asked someone on the person I trusted the most (Your turn !)

(☆▽☆)

(you have got to be kidding me -_-)

ATHENA

you gotta help me meet the

girl of my dreams, i’ve seen her

and i need her

TO BE MIIIIIIIIIINE

believe it

i’m in love and i mean it

her name’s penelope and i need her to be MIIIIIIIIIINE

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

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THIIISSSSSS

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

Every time someone refers to my girl Sevika as a "he", my heart breaks into a million pieces😔

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TLOU SPOILERS ‼️ T L O U ‼️ S P O I L E R S ‼️

me @ myself, who hasn’t started tlou2: there’s only two episodes of tlou out, i can’t have missed much, right?

WRONG

how is he already dead?

LMAO I THOUGHT I HAD MORE TIME HOW IS HE ALREADY DEAD

and i find out from a tiktok? oh, this day is so screwed

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

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every once in a while i think to myself, ‘having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,’ and then i think abt the fact that

one, i would need to bone a man to get pregnant with said baby (vomiting at the thought of it)

and two, black women are much more likely to die during childbirth than anyone else (tbh not how i’d like to go out)

maybe i’ll adopt later in life. anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

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me when

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

silly

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𝑴𝑨𝑴𝑨 || 𝟎𝟎

𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘐𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘌

𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘋!𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘟 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙!𝘔𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘕𝘌𝘎𝘓𝘌𝘊𝘛, 𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘚, 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘐𝘕𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘊𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘚, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘐𝘚 35, 𝘔𝘊 𝘐𝘚 26, 𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈'𝘚 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘊 𝘐𝘚𝘕'𝘛 𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘖𝘓 𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕

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around nine o’clock, she woke up from an impromptu nap. the first thing she did was check her phone. there wasn’t much but a text from her sister two hours ago.

hey, can you come over when you’re free and watch noah for me? i’m going out for the night.

she tried calling her sister to see if she still needed to come over but got no response.

odd.

ten minutes later, she was out the door. promptly sending her girlfriend a text letting her know she probably wouldn’t be home until morning, she set off to see her nephew.

the drive was short. the whole way there, she wondered why her sister didn’t answer the phone. had she already left? if so, did she have someone else to watch noah? if she did, why didn’t she say something?

as she pulled onto her sister’s street, she was able to see the police cars and the ambulance in her sister’s driveway.

as she came to an abrupt stop in front of her sister’s house, she all but jumped out of her car and ran towards the paramedic carrying her crying nephew.

noah spotted his aunt from where he cried in the man’s arms, his own reached out for her.

the paramedics turned to her as she approached them, stretching an arm out to prevent her from getting any closer.

“are you his mother?” one of them asked.

she had to talk over the crying boy she desperately wanted to console. she explained that she was his aunt, and that her sister had asked her a few hours to come over to watch him, but she was asleep and unable to see the message.

“we’ve been trying to calm him down so he could talk to us, but he’s been inconsolable.”

“he doesn’t talk much anyways. my sister was supposed to ask if he’s having, ya know, developmental problems, but she keeps pushing the appointment back. what’s wrong? where are you taking him?”

“he’s dehydrated, likely underfed, lord knows what else. we need to get him to the hospital.”

her heart dropped as she climbed onto the gurney, arms reached out to take hold of her nephew. once he was in her arms, he gripped onto her shirt tightly and continued to cry in her ear.

“oh, i know, baby. you must be so scared. everything’s gonna be okay, i promise. where’s your mama, huh?”

sevika looked down at her phone as it rang.

22:47

Honey

she put down the cloth she was using to clean her prosthetic and picked up her phone to answer the incoming call.

“hello?”

“hey, you home?”

sevika could hear the upset in her lover’s voice, and she didn’t like it one bit.

“yep. sitting here, missing you. you okay?”

there was a beat of silence before sniffles came from the other end of the line.

“what’s wrong, baby? are you hurt? is noah?”

“it’s noah… they- they’re keeping him overnight, vika.”

“who, honey?”

“the hospital. the hospital’s keeping him and i don’t know where the hell my sister is and i don’t have anything! he doesn’t have his blanket, or- or his rat, or his pacifier! and he’s been so upset so i can’t leave him by himself-”

“what do you need me to do?” sevika, as she moved to put shoes on, spoke with a firm voice. it wasn’t too often that her girlfriend needed a rock to lean on, but on the occasion that she did, sevika always came through.

“um, could you go to my sister’s and get some of his things? i don’t know if police are still there, but i don’t want you to have to come here to get my keys and then go there just to come back here.”

“you don’t need to worry about that. i’ll take care of everything. you just sit tight with noah, okay?”

“i appreciate you so much, vika. thank you.”

“no need. you know i’m always here for anything you need. just make sure you take care of yourself for me.”

“i will. i love you so much, sevika.”

“love you too, honey.”

it was well after midnight when sevika walked into the hospital room after getting some of noah’s things. the halls were mostly empty as she walked through the pediatric unit with one of her duffle bags over her left shoulder and noah’s diaper bag on her right.

as she quietly entered noah’s room, her eyes naturally shifted to the bed where the boy and his aunt laid sleeping.

sevika walked through the room, sitting the bags at the foot of the bed before moving the chair near the window. as she slouched into it, she heard movement coming from the bed.

“you’re back.”

the woman laying down spoke softly, her voice raspy with emotion.

“yeah. i got his blanket, a few pair of pajamas, some soft pants, a couple t-shirts, some socks. grabbed a few pacifiers, too.”

“what about-“

“yes, i got the funny looking rat. i don’t know why he loves that thing so much,” sevika mumbled the last bit to herself. a laugh sounded from the other side of the room.

“because you got it for him, sevi. and he loves everything that has to do with you.”

“yeah, yeah.”

sevika watched as her girlfriend ran her fingers through the curls on noah’s head. there was so much love and concern in her eyes as she looked down at her nephew.

“how is he?” sevika asked gently. it took a before she got a response.

“as well as he can be. this is the longest he’s been asleep. he keeps waking up upset about the iv. kept trying to take it out, and then he’d cry when i wouldn’t let him. i felt so bad.”

“you shouldn’t feel bad about that, honey. he needs the iv,” sevika tried to offer comfort.

“ya know the doctors said there was absolutely no food in his stomach? and- and the police said the neighbor told them she hadn’t seen my sister in days. multiple. she just left home by himself. a two year old, vika. i just talked to her yesterday! how could he be completely alone, helpless for days and his mom isn’t somewhere dead? i’m literally a phone call, a text, a fucking email away! he’s- he’s just a baby.”

sevika stood from her seated position and moved to console the woman who’d began to tear up.

“we’re gonna make sure he’s okay, honey, i promise. and when we find your sister, we’re gonna get some answers.”

it was on day two of noah’s hospital stay that two police officers and a social worker showed up to the boy’s room.

the policemen to let the women know noah’s mom had been found (in a restaurant trash enclosure of all places) and was being charged with child neglect, child abuse, and drug possession.

the social worker to tell them noah was officially a ward of the state as his mother was unfit and his father was unwilling.

“so what do we need to do?”

“well, seeing as he has family nearby, we usually check to see if there’s someone willing and appropriate to be the legal guardian before-”

“yes. yes, i’m willing. whatever i need to do, i’ll do it.”

after ten days in the hospital, noah was discharged. sevika got the boy changed out of his hospital attire and into some of the clothes she packed for him.

as they exited the hospital, sevika noticed how quiet her partner was. it wasn’t until they reached their apartment that she found out why.

“talk to me, mama. what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“… you know that evaluation they did on him?”

the pair were perched on the couch. noah sat on the floor in front of them gripping his blanket firmly in one hand, his stuffed rat in the other.

“yeah. all the tests and shit. what about it?”

“well… i looked at the paperwork today…”

“what’d it say?”

the woman sighed heavily before continuing.

“well for starters, he was born prematurely with neonatal abstinence syndrome and fetal alcohol sydrome. they think that’s why his development is so off. they also think he’s gonna develop some kind of anxiety after all this and suggest some kind of animal companion.”

“what, like a service dog?” sevika questioned. if it was what’s best for the little guy, she’d do it. but the thought of a mut tearing all her furniture up was not a happy one. her girlfriend nodded.

“hm. okay. i’ll look into it. now what else is there? because i can see it in your face; there’s something you aren’t telling me.”

“… nonverbal autism.”

sevika was speechless for a minute.

“they think he might have it?” her voice was low as she asked the question.

“they know he has it. vika, how could he have been suffering all this time and i didn’t know?”

sevika brought the woman closer with her right arm as her emotions welled up.

“none of this is on you in any way, alright? up until now, you didn’t have any legal obligation to know any of this stuff. now that we know, we’ll make sure he’s taken care of. he’ll be okay.”

as if the boy new they were talking about him, noah turned around and looked at the adults on the couch. his eyes were wide and the pacifier in his mouth bobbed up and down as he suckled on it.

his aunt smiled softly as she reached down to lift him up and place him in her lap.

“what are you looking at, huh, baby?” she smiled at the little boy in her arms. instead of verbally responding, noah cocked his head to side ever so slightly and laughed at her. her smile widened.

sevika watched the interaction take place before leaning in and pressing her lips to the side of her lover’s temple. a pressure on her prosthetic pointer finger pulled her attention away.

she watched as noah squeezed the metal appendage and only intervened when he took out his pacifier and moved to replace it with the finger in his hand.

“that’s gonna be a no, little man,” sevika gently pulled her hand from him. the boy pouted at her in return and laid down on his aunt’s chest.

yeah. he’s gonna be just fine.

𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘗 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈'𝘚 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘋. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘶𝘴𝘦 "𝘺𝘰𝘶" 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 "𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺?" 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦? 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘢𝘩. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧���≦)/

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