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[loislanesprotegee]

⏾⋆.˚ FIND YOUR WAY!

call me Annie ⭑ .ᐟ she/her ─── autistic Jason Todd 's sweetheart daughter of cain Kara Zor-El 's girl aussie Johnny Sinclair 's babe does your cat know about the feminist movement?

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[loislanesprotegee]

𓇼 ˚ ༄ ｡𖦹 ྀ࿓ ❀ ࿐ MERMAID!READER 𓇼 ˚ ༄ ｡𖦹 ྀ࿓ ❀ ࿐

SOULMATE: JOHNNY SINCLAIR

MERMAID!READER who grew up seeing JOHNNY SINCLAIR on Beechwood from the surrounding water, waving and receiving a wave back before he'd call for the Liars to come look. You'd swim away to avoid getting caught, making him look crazy, or like an even bigger liar than the rest of them. You saw it as a secret between you two; Johnny found it maddening.

MERMAID!READER who vacates the north east coast for years during your early teens, causing JOHNNY SINCLAIR to believe the pretty girl in the ocean really was just a figment of his childhood imagination.

MERMAID!READER who spends many nights with an unknowing JOHNNY SINCLAIR, seeing the moonlight's reflection dance across the salty water, listening the waves lapping at the sand or crashing into the cliffs.

MERMAID!READER who JOHNNY SINCLAIR spots out in the dark sea, years past his "there's a mermaid around the island!" phase, calls out, just for you to dive back under the surface

MERMAID!READER who enjoys strolling around Martha's Vineyard in human form, weathered mixed metal jewelry jingling, silky, flowy clothes billowing in the sea breeze, catching JOHNNY SINCLAIR's attention, and he swears he recognises you.

MERMAID!READER who goes out with JOHNNY SINCLAIR that night, per his invitation, and learns you're not as adjusted to the land's society as you think. Johnny figures it the product of some neurodivergence.

MERMAID!READER who starts dating JOHNNY SINCLAIR, spending more time as a human than ever before, overthinking how you're going to say you're not. How do you even tell your boyfriend "I'm actually a mermaid" without him thinking you're lying and immature?

MERMAID!READER who is completely laxed about nudity, and doesn't understand why JOHNNY SINCLAIR isn't. You only cover yourself because you know being naked is publicly indecent on land. Even then, it's with the loosest, thinest clothing you could find in stores, mostly thrift shops. So you pay no mind to slipping it off the moment you're in Johnny's room with the door closed, that being an appropriate place to. It's not like you expected Johnny to do the same, you knew he took great pride in his expensive attire, but you didn't expect him to look at you like you'd materialised from a fantasy.

MERMAID!READER who gets sicks of losing to JOHNNY SINCLAIR during swim races, having never needed to swim in human form before leading to a lack of skill, so switches. Johnny's so focused on your tail through the clear blue he doesn't care that he'd lost by a mile.

MERMAID!READER who JOHNNY SINCLAIR interrogates post swim, whispering shouting as he paced at the end of his bed, having stopped you when you went to strip off like usual; "I really need you to have clothes on right now."

MERMAID!READER who does research on human relationships, and realises you haven't reached most social milestones with JOHNNY SINCLAIR like meeting each other's friends and family. Your side was a little more complicated, but the Liars were just a short walk from Red Gate, if not in Red Gate!

MERMAID!READER who gets in a fight with JOHNNY SINCLAIR over it. Was he embarrassed of you or something? And he thought "how the fuck am I meant to tell my friends that mermaid I always claimed to see, and they never did, is now my girlfriend?!" was a smart thing to say during said argument.

MERMAID!READER who has JOHNNY SINCLAIR looking truly insane, calling out for you to apologise at the water, waves splashed up his thighs, knees deep in Tiny Beach.

MERMAID!READER who treats JOHNNY SINCLAIR like another one of your treasures.

a/n: started watching h2o for SOME summer vibes (seasonal depression SO bad i constantly feel like trinity santos dissociating while staring at that scalpel) and knew i needed to expand on this idea I had especially the latter half of this is ass, but that's because i wanted to post it before i went to sleep so yeah i rushed it 🤷‍♀️

[loislanesprotegee]

that trend of "shit my boyfriend does when I'm already overstimulated"

Johnny's the boyfriend.

[loislanesprotegee]

BALLERINA DAUGHTER WITH JOHNNY ─── (teen parent au)

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ─── since Cadence took Eloise to see The Sleeping Beauty during a visit to New York for her book tour, your daughter was obsessed with ballet. She wanted to see every show she could, danced around the house, put a tutu with all of her outfits, adamant it matched. Seeing her obvious passion for the art, you brought up enrolling her in some ballet classes to Johnny, who didn't understand your hesitation. "Some teachers can be insanely cruel and encourage eating disorders. She isn't even in school yet; I don't want her first introduction to an educator being some bitter ballet teacher." "Then we won't pick one of those," Johnny responds, popping a piece of banana he was cutting up for Eloise into his mouth. "And aren't kids first teacher's their parents?" "I mean professionally." "Right, because Ellie's pretty smart already aannd that's all you." "And you." "Hmm, I'm pretty sure it was you," he insists, stabbing another piece of sliced banana with Eloise's Disney princess fork. "Is that for you or Ellie?" you playfully question. "It's a good banana!"

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ─── following the first company you tried (that Ellie got kicked out of because she attacked a girl for repeating what her snobby, New York 'art world' type parents said about you and Johnny when they did the math on twenty year olds having a four year old), the second studio was heaven sent. Eloise's teacher was an angel in tights, a leotard, and wrap skirt: Aliyah. She obviously had such a love for not only ballet and teaching ballet, but working with kids, extending endless patience, and excitement when they learnt something new. Most importantly, Eloise loved her dance classes, bouncing on her tippy-toes to leave for them Monday afternoons.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ─── with everything Eloise learnt, she needed to show you and Johnny, giving you both a one girl tiny tots performance night after night. Johnny always gave her a standing ovation, cupping his hands around his mouth to woo and cheer, until she told him he was being too loud, and he'd apologise, reasoning his noisey support with her dancing was just so amazing. Eloise loved when she'd see uncle Gat, aunty Cady, or aunty Mirr, because it meant she had new audience members.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ─── being one of the fathers — if not the only father — at rehearsals, Johnny was often a compliant pack mule, carrying all of Eloise's stuff, and offering to take things for the other mothers so they could focus on photos and not juggling what they had to hold for a free hand. The kids would approach their moms for things in their backpack, just to be pointed over to Johnny, focused on Eloise. "Go get it from Eloise's daddy," and they would, waddling up to him, tapping his leg for his attention, "Mr. Sinclair, my mommy said you had my backpack, can I have it please?" "'course, sweetie/buddy" Johnny'd answer, handing over the bag with the kid's name written on the inside of the shoulder strap in Sharpie, "and Ellie's dad is fine, little mister/lady." "Okay, Mr. Ellie's dad."

‎ꫂ᭪݁ ─── Eloise took it upon herself to invite the Liars to her recital, tapping through your phone like she'd seen you do so many times for their names, holding the phone to her ear with both hands.

Mirren: "What's up?" "Hi, aunty Mirr!" "Ellie? Did you steal your mommy's phone?" "Kinda, 'cause I have a re-cite-tal, I don't wike that word, I dancing on Saturday. Can you come?" "I'd love to come. Do you know what time Saturday?" "Uhh..." precedes, "DADDY!" causing Johnny to run in. "Yeah?!— Why do you have mommy's phone?" "I talking to aunty Mirr; when I dancing Saturday?" "Ellie, put me on speaker," Mirren tells her, "it's the noise icon one, not the microphone or the camera, or person." "One sec," she says, finding the button. "How about you give me mommy's phone, Els?" Johnny suggests, holding out his hand for it. "Okay, aunty Mirr, daddy wants to talk to you," she signs off, passing it over. "What were you asking Ellie about," Johnny asks. "She said she had a recital Saturday. I wanna come; what time is it?"

Gat: "Hello?" "Uncle Gat, I dancing Saturday, so you gotta be there at ten thirty in the morning. Not night. I not awake then. My bedtime's seven." "Ellie? Give your mom her phone back." "I will!" she whines. "Will you come watch me dance?" "'course, Ellie. I'll be there." "Okayy! Bye, uncle Gatt!" "Bye, Eloise."

Cadence: "Hey! How's everyone over there?" "We preparing for my recital." "Ellie?" "Hi, aunty Cady! Do you wanna see me dance on Saturday? ten firty in the morning?" "How didn't I know about this sooner?!" Cadence asks excitedly. "I don't know..." "I'll try to figure it out, okay, cutie? I love your dancing." "Otay!" You call from the other room, "Ellie? Who are you talking to?" coming to investigate. Eloise whispers into the phone, "mommy's coming. I not meant to be on her phone." "Better hang up then," Cadence replies, "see you Saturday!" "See you Saturday!" "Who did you invite this time?" you ask, finding her with your phone and taking it back to check the call history. "Just aunty Cady!"

And they were all there that Saturday, with flowers for Eloise after the show, helping you tease Johnny throughout for tearing up while he persisted it was just the lighting that made his eyes look glassy!

a/n: ellie you're so fucking cute. and Johnny's through and through. and of course as Eloise gets older in the sport, Johnny is the tiktoks I linked in this post!

[loislanesprotegee]

actually almost sobbed when i saw you rebooted my post my IDOL 😍 let's get married

SSSTTTTAAAWWPPP!!!!!! and i do 🤭👰‍♀️💍

[jhnnyssnclrs]

summer on beechwood

johnny x female!reader

warnings: alcohol and weed mentioned, kind of suggestive??

wc: 1.3k

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3. late night

It’s nearly eleven o’clock when you get the text. It’s simple, straightforward, and a little confusing. Your breath catches slightly when you see who it’s from.

Johnny: come outside

You read it twice. And then a third time before texting back.

For what, exactly?

Five minutes pass and you start to think maybe it was supposed to be for Gat.

Johnny: oh and also wear a bathing suit

Nope. Not for Gat. You get out of bed where you were comfortable, but your curiosity gets the best of you. You rifle through your bathing suits until you find a cute one that’s pink with white stripes. You decide at the last minute to throw on a cover, because who knows what Johnny is planning at this hour. You finally make it outside to find Johnny laying in the yard.

You stifle a laugh at his appearance. He's sprawled out on the lawn in a starfish position with a beer in one hand and half of a joint in the other.

“Johnny- what the hell?” you laugh. He sits up abruptly at the sound of your voice.

“Hey! Finally, I'm bored and I don't wanna go to sleep yet.” He says excitedly. You sigh.

“Exactly how many beers have you had and- Jesus, you’re already almost through that thing.” you say, looking at the joint he’s currently bringing to his mouth. He shrugs, getting up.

“Dunno. Come on, let's go swim.” he says. You shake your head, smiling.

The two of you make your way down to Little Beach, where he hands you the beer and the joint while he swiftly takes off his shirt. You stare for a moment. You take in his lean, but toned, stomach and chest in the dark. His biceps flex as he pulls his shirt over his head. Any words you were going to say at the moment get stuck in your throat.

You clear your throat. “Uh- can I..?” you ask, nodding to the joint in your hand.

He nods his head wildly. “Yeah, do whatever you want.”

For some reason, that statement makes warmth bloom in your stomach. You ignore it, and take a hit. It goes down smoothly and you don’t cough as much this time. You take a swig of his beer to wash it down, and then gag because beer is disgusting.

“God- how do you drink this stuff? It tastes like puke.” You tell him, handing them back to him. He quickly downs the rest of it.

“Why do any of us do anything?” he says, shrugging his shoulders. You raise your eyebrows at him and grin.

“Right, right.” you nod sarcastically.

He sets his things down near his shirt and motions for you to follow him into the water. You take off your cover up and notice how his gaze lingers at your chest for a moment. You convince yourself that it’s just because he is nowhere near sober right now.

You both run across the sand and jump into the calm ocean. You splash around together laughing louder than you should be. Something touches your ankle under the water and you shriek before he puts a hand covering your mouth. He lifts a finger to his own as if saying ‘shush’.

“We can’t be too loud now, can we?” he teases. You roll your eyes at him.

“Something touched my ankle!” you whisper-yell at him.

“Oh, whatever. It was probably just some seaweed. Or a shark.” he jokes. You playfully smack his chest, but your hand doesn’t lift off for a good five seconds. You attempt to play it off by moving to float on your back. You hear him clear his throat before he does the same.

“You sure it’s a good idea to be in the ocean while you’re intoxicated?” you ask, keeping your gaze on the stars.

“You’re here, you’d save me.” he says pointedly. You laugh.

“Hm, don’t be so sure about that.” you tease. The two of you float like that for a while, and it makes you think of otters. How they float together at night, holding hands so they don’t drift apart. Except you and Johnny weren’t holding hands. You were close, but not touching. Maybe you wish you were.

“Johnny?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Hm?” he mumbles.

You wait for a moment before asking your question. It’s nothing serious and you don’t know why you’re nervous all of the sudden.

“What’s your life like?” you start, “off-island, I mean.”

He waits a beat before answering.

“Not much different.” he chuckles, “Well, yeah. It's different. Living in New York with My mom, Will, Ed, and Gat is… different.”

You stop floating on your back and stand in the water, listening to him. He does the same. He doesn't look directly at you when he speaks, but you don’t mind.

“Different how?” you question, unable to stop yourself from asking. Again you think, I guess his life isn’t as perfect as I had imagined it was.

He shrugs. “Well after my dad…” he pauses, looking up at you. “You know Ed isn’t my actual dad, right?”

You laugh softly. “No, yeah. I kinda figured.” a slight smile appears on his lips.

“My dad wasn’t the greatest dude. He had his issues, we all do. But, uh, he wasn’t good for us. So just being with Ed, it feels… lighter, I guess? If that makes any sense-” he rambles. You nod, understanding. You contemplate whether or not now would be a good time to take his hand, but you decide against it.

“It makes sense, Johnny. I get it.” you tell him. He stares at you for a moment.

“It does?”

“Yeah, it does.” You smile at him, and, finally, he smiles back. He has a beautiful smile, you think. What? Shut up, your brain corrects itself. You come back to focus to see he’s still looking at you. Gratefulness, and… something else… in his eyes. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You can both sense the tension, but neither one of you wants to say anything about it.

He speaks first, clearing his throat. “Um, yeah. Thanks. I’m feelin kind of tired now, I’ll walk you back to Cuddledown.” he says, getting out of the water.

You bite your lip to keep yourself from saying, ‘no, stay.’ You follow him out of the water anyways. He hands you a towel- when did he bring towels down?- and you wrap it around yourself. It doesn't do much in the chilly night air, but at least you have it. He wraps his own around his waist and grabs his t-shirt. He nods towards the island, silently telling you to follow him.

You walk in silence until you reach Cuddledown. All of the lights are off except yours, which you left turned on on accident in your hasty attempt to leave. You let out a small laugh at nothing at all.

“What?” Johnny chuckles.

“Nothing, nothing. I don’t know.” you tell him, “goodnight, Johnny.”

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams.” He says in a sing-song tone as he walks backwards, waving his now empty beer can in the air. You roll your eyes and laugh softly as you quietly open the front door. Once it’s shut, all of the muscles in your body relax. You make your way back to your bedroom where you don’t even bother rinsing off. It’s now one in the morning.

“Shit.” you sigh, rubbing a hand over your forehead.

You wanted to get up early so that you and the girls could go get breakfast in Edgartown. Whatever, it was worth it, you think. And it was. Johnny thought so too as he walked back to Red Gate. His walk was silent, except for the occasional hum of whatever song was stuck in his head. You knew this because he texted you almost immediately after you said good night.

Johnny: i had another beer

Johnny: Gat is awake now

Johnny: i have music stuck in my head

Johnny: sorry, goodnight

His texts make you laugh. You decide not to respond, as you’re too tired and have never been more excited to go to sleep. You decide to shower in the morning before your Edgartown outing and promptly pass out on the full bed.

A/N: sorry it took me so long to write this 💔 i had no ideas for where i wanted this to go but never fear because i do now!

[loislanesprotegee]

is there still gonna be a part two to Just friends? cause Johnny I didn’t mean it 💔💔 I’m sorry come back

I have some little ideas...but I'm SO open to suggestions; what do yall want to read?

[loislanesprotegee]

TAKING MILK FROM A BABY contains: teen parent au. going into senior year with a baby... pray for them. combo feeding. breast milk. mention of the fetishisation of lactation. Johnny trying reader's breast milk (she already has too). 495 wc.

School was starting back up again soon, meaning a milk stash wasn't just convenient (so you didn't need to breastfeed anywhere and everywhere), but needed.

Eloise latched onto one boob, milk leaking from the other collecting in a silicone bottle, you told Johnny he didn't have to keep you company; it wasn't exactly a stunning sight.

He shrugs, recapping the sharpie he used to write today's date on a plastic ziploc bag, "it's cool. I'm here to help."

You swore that'd become his life motto.

The eldest male heir to the Sinclair fortune was useless if not of support to his girlfriend.

"And that's getting full," he mentions, pointing to the pump. You look to Eloise.

"You've drank that much already?" you lightheartedly question, making Johnny laugh inwardly, moving to free you of the device's suction before anything overflowed, but his hands halt mid action.

"Can I?" he checks, and you nod.

"Not like you haven't touched them before," you remark.

"True, but I wanted to make sure," he admits, sliding his finger around under the flange to break the seal as you lean slightly forward, trying to avoid spillage. Eloise's eyes follow him, mouth growing lazy on your nipple, while he carefully transfers the bottled milk into the prepared ziploc for storage.

"Do you ever wonder how it tastes?" Johnny inquires. "I mean, Ellie seems to love it so it must be baby approved."

"Try some," you suggest, adjusting how you held Eloise to over your shoulder for burping.

"Have you tried some? It feels like a fetish thing if I have some and you don't," Johnny expresses.

"Please don't say fetish around our baby," you half-heartedly disapprove, patting Eloise's back.

"Sorry, Els," he sincerely apologises, focus on her, and her small mouth parts with the escape of any trapped air. "But, yeah, have you tried your own milk?"

You nod, hand smoothing over Eloise's onesie covered back, "yeah. It's like sweet and creamy."

"What?! When?!"

"Like a week into breastfeeding..." you answer.

"And you didn't think that was something to share?" he asks.

"It's my milk! I didn't think I needed to report on it!" you laugh.

Johnny feigns betrayal in his tone as he says, "wow. You really never know who you had a baby with; they could be drinking their own breast milk right under your nose..."

You roll your eyes, "just shut up and try some if you're so curious."

"That feels like stealing from Ellie!" he half-jokes.

"Ellie tries to eat her fingers at least once a day! I highly doubt she can conceptualise property and theft," you reply.

"...True," Johnny agrees, retrieving a small glass and pulling undone the ziploc, carefully pouring a splash into the cup to test.

Eloise blabbles some noise you repeat back to her, along with "what's up, baby?" in the sweetest voice, while Johnny takes a sip.

"Sweet and creamy!" he affirms.

"See?"

"Good job," Johnny comments, then downing the rest.

"Thank you."

a/n: do not get me started on the sexualisation of lactating and that humans are the only animals that drink another animals milk more than their own. You'll get a rant about the patriarchy, the likes of which you've never seen before.

[loislanesprotegee]

not an ask but last night I dreamed Johnny died and woke up drenched in sweat and crying… thankfully our boy is alive and well and playing tennis!!!💗💗💗💗💗💗

(anything you send in my inbox is an ask but i get what you mean 😌😌😌😌)

oh my god that's horrifying, so glad he was next to you in bed to comfort you after that ☺️🥰

[loislanesprotegee]

okay giulia what witchcraft did you do because Johnny was just in my dream

[loislanesprotegee]

I read a theory from a user on tiktok that said the reason why Beachwood was given to Cadence in the will instead of Johnny, was because Harris never truly saw him as his heir since he isn’t biologically his grandson… I am wrecked, you have a good day tho!💗

well, yeah...i thought that was pretty clear #harrissucks

what hurts me even more is that johnny dies trying to prove himself different to Harris, believing it's genetically unavoidable he turns out like him, but he wasn't even blood related to him

😁😁😁😁

BUT ITS ALWAYS A GOOD DAY WHEN YOU'RE IN MY INBOX GIULIA!!!!!!!!!!

[autumncherryrry]

secretly in love! johnny sinclair

secretly in love! johnny who gets weirdly tense when someone asks who you’re into. he tries to play it cool, leaning back with some snarky comment, but his jaw clenches. his hands go still. he listens even though he doesn’t want to know. hearing you fawn over some person who isn’t him make his chest go tight and he hates himself for it. but no one could ever tell what’s happening in his mind— he is a master of acting like he’s not slowly unraveling inside.

secretly in love! johnny who touches you without thinking. a hand on your back guiding you through a crowd. tugging you by the wrist when you’re about to trip. his knee brushing yours under the table. nothing inappropriate. nothing he can’t explain away with a simple “they’re my best friend”. just... proximity. presence. trying to be close without crossing the line.

secretly in love! johnny who keeps a photo of the two of you tucked in a book he never lends out. it’s from Summer Eleven—your hair windblown, your smile tilted just for him. he doesn’t look at it often. just... sometimes. when he needs a reminder of what the hell his heart is doing.

secretly in love! johnny who lives for the late-night conversations. the ones where your voice is soft and sleepy and you tell him things you wouldn’t say in the daylight. he wants to ask if you know how often he thinks about you. if you know that every little thing you do is another reason he’s already falling.

secretly in love! johnny who pretends to be annoyed when you steal his clothes, but secretly loves it. his hoodie hanging off your frame? that’s burned into his memory. you rolling your eyes and saying, “it smells like you”? that one sentence lives rent-free in his head.

secretly in love! johnny who tells everyone you’re his best friend, but it doesn’t feel like enough. because that word—friend—feels so small compared to what he actually feels. best friend doesn’t cover the way his chest aches when you leave the room. it doesn’t explain the way he dreams about kissing you and wakes up hating himself for it.

secretly in love! johnny who feels the words at the back of his throat every time you hug him a second too long. every time you fall asleep on his shoulder in the boathouse. every time your hand brushes his and you don’t pull away right away. he feels it—the i love you—rattling his ribs, begging to be let out.

secretly in love! johnny who almost says something—once. the night you’re both lying on the dock, stars scattered above you like someone ripped the sky open. your fingers brush. you don’t move. neither does he. his mouth opens, then shuts again.

[loislanesprotegee]

What is the relationship like with Johnny and eloise and his parents??

(thank you so much for asking 😌🤭 I'm cooking up a fic on Johnny's father's reaction and actions, and Carrie and Ed's relationship with Eloise is very obvious in basically every fic I'm to write in this au, but until those are written and posted...)

(also like little minor family of liars spoiler towards the end)

I've mentioned Johnny's views on his biological parents changing A LOT after becoming a parent himself. William (his father, not beloved uncle Will aka "uncwill" as Eloise efficiently calls him) is no contact obviously, so skipping over him to focus on Carrie; Johnny tries to not let his own preconceptions affect Eloise's relationship with Carrie (aka nanny Carrie), but can't help it, which makes him feel even worse.

It must be made clear: Johnny loves Carrie. So much. Which is why he feels bad acknowledging "hey! it was bad parenting on your part to be in active addiction for my developmental years, then get clean for my little brother in the middle of my formative years."

But it's not like he can just forget that when it comes to the best interest of his daughter.

Johnny knows a lot of Carrie's subpar parenting was because of his father, and he's gone now, and Ed's around, but he can't move on; not understanding, not being apologised to, not even being able to talk about it because it's too triggering of a time to remember for her, how he is supposed to?

He also know addiction is a disease. Expecting her to have just gotten better like that — when in such a toxic relationship too — would be like telling a person to beat cancer for their kid; that can be their reason to get better and not just let it take them, of course, but their willpower alone can't heal them.

However, in his and Carrie's case, it'd be like refusing treatment "so your kid doesn't have a sick parent," when, they still do. And they know you're sick. They just have to have a sick parent who isn't getting better.

So Johnny can't wrap his head around how he wasn't Carrie's reason — Will and Ed were — when he has Eloise, and can't handle the idea of being under the influence around her, the guilt literally eat him up inside at the mere thought, even though the worst he was capable of was crying over how much he loved her. Spare the rare drink or joint, always SO FAR AWAY from Eloise, that was enough for him to get sober.

He knew it was practically impossible for Carrie to make Eloise feel how he felt growing up, but he can't let it go, this hot anger stirring in his stomach, and he hates it. He wants those cute carefree moments between Carrie and Eloise.

And now, not only was he worried about how good of a son he was, he was worried about how good of a dad he could be when you suggested jealousy for the reason of that tummy ache.

"You were jealous she got sober for Will and not you; it makes sense you'd be bitter she's so great with Ellie when she wasn't with you too," you explain, making Johnny spiral (for a couple hours. you were young parents, you had things to do besides have crisis-es). He knew about parents who were jealous of their kids, they were awful — Bess for an example! So what did that make him?

When he came to his fucking senses and acknowledged all of those parents made their envy their kid's problem, and he didn't expect Eloise to do anything (that's his little princess), he calmed down and focused on working through that resentment he held for Carrie (HASHTAG GET HIM IN FUCKING THERAPY NOW. I DON'T CARE THAT I HAVE A HEADCANON THAT CARRIE (ED) TRIED AND HE HATED IT; PUT HIS ASS BACK IN THAT OFFICE!!!!)

NOW WE'RE DONE WITH THE PSYCHOANALYSIS (can you tell that's my favourite part of characters?), NANNY CARRIE!!!!

woo-woo shit in full effect (throughout your pregnancy too), and a common point of discussion between Johnny and Carrie because "mom, I don't think a rock under my daughter's bed is going to help her sleep better." "That is howlite and I did it with Will; do you remember him waking up in the middle of the night?" "Yeah. And I'd get him back to sleep because his crying made you cry and Ed'd have to comfort you."

Eloise loves doing yoga with nanny Carrie, albeit, she doesn't help with the whole "silence with one's self" and stillness of it, but she likes trying the poses, making you and Johnny smile at her attempts.

Carrie DEFINITELY goes into the attic on Beechwood and retrieves old things of hers (maybe even Rosemary's) for Eloise to have, that she would've given to the boys, if they weren't boys. Her mentality being "no point in it just collecting dust. And I (and Rosemary?) would love for Eloise to love something we loved."

And granddad Ed is Eloise's favourite tea party attendee, because he knows what's expected of his attire, unlike Johnny who thinks his t shirt, running shorts, and zip up hoodie is adequate for such an event.

Ed also makes a big deal out of every art piece Eloise makes (usually with aunty Mirr), proclaiming it a masterpiece he could get millions for at the gallery, saying how "it seems we have the next Michelangelo on our hands." Eloise's brows knit, looking up to Johnny beside her. "daddy...I'm not a turtle..." and you all have to stifle your giggles. "He means the guy the turtle is named after, Ellie," Johnny tells her. "Ooohhh, that make more sense; we both people."

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Johnny canonically having mommy issues...

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not an ask but last night I dreamed Johnny died and woke up drenched in sweat and crying… thankfully our boy is alive and well and playing tennis!!!💗💗💗💗💗💗

(anything you send in my inbox is an ask but i get what you mean 😌😌😌😌)

oh my god that's horrifying, so glad he was next to you in bed to comfort you after that ☺️🥰

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im ovulating; ask me about johnny sinclair and or jason todd

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Johnny Sinclair who is all mock sympathy and condescending praise, until there's a possibility you're actually hurt and can't take it, making him drop the act immediately for serious concern.

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I’m such an inconsistent tumblr user, but after a while I literally start thinking about how many of your posts I get to come back and read. and then I do come back and here’s like fifty lil fics. it’s like a reward.

I'M SO HAPPY THAT YALL LOOK FORWARD TO AND ENJOY MY FICS, IT'S CRAZY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!