#ALSO!! this is the fit i use for maya :3

[xavathun]

hi chat. people liked my mossy titan so i’ve come with my hoard of warlock outfits :]

[nan-nest]

About Natlan...

So, the Natlan trailer is out and honestly… I'm disappointed.

I waited 3 years to see my culture represented but these character designs tell me nothing about pre-Hispanic culture or Latam culture as a whole and it's heartbreaking because the map and soundtrack are lovely.

Also, it's sad that some other Latinos are just like "there are white Latinos too." "At least we're getting represented." It's almost like they don't know their own culture. Seriously, do they think that just because a character is named "Citlali" (star in Náhuatl), that's enough?

Also this doesn't feel like genshin at all, why does nations like liyue, inazuma or fontaine have beautiful designs and are inspired on 1 or 2 countries while Natlan is based in TWO CONTINENTS is just like if hoyoverse said "Africa and Latam? Let's mix them together, they are both tropical continents after all"

And it makes me sad because i was planning on doing 2 OCs for natlan both dark skined and based on mexica/aztec and maya culture but seeing those hoyeverse designs… My OCs wouldn't fit their "aesthetic" and i refuse to see my culture used as an "aesthetic" once again from foreigners that don't even care to know and respect it.

Anyways, that's my rant for tonight, sorry but i had to share my thoughts

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Suburban Sunrises and City Sunsets !NSFW!

Avenger!Agatha x Avenger!Pregnant!Reader

Word count: 11,178

Content Warnings: MDNI; soft smut, pregnancy, morning sickness/vomiting, childbirth/c-section, needles/epidural

Summary: The nine months following you and Agatha finding out you're pregnant--also known as Agatha having a crisis and realizing you've turned into a suburban family.

A/N: Hiii!!! I absolutely loved writing this. Panicked, worried Agatha is always fun to write, plus pregnant reader really adds to it. This will probably be my last oneshot for a couple weeks unless I have some free time! The next one on my list is a Maya Mason x reader!!!

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You sit in the warm bath, clouds of bubbles up to your chest. Agatha sits on the edge of the tub, pouring some kind of floral scented bath oil as you sigh and flip through the packet of OB/GYNs and prenatal information the nurse gave you.

“What about Jen?” you huff, and toss the packet on the side table beside the tub, reaching into the bag of candy Agatha got for you. “She’s a midwife.”

Agatha recaps the bottle of bath oil. “She hasn’t been a midwife since 1925.” She sets the bottle on the table and crouches down beside you. “I’m not trusting her with you or our child.”

“She’s been wanting to get back into it,” you try to reason.

Agatha sighs. “Do you actually want Jennifer as your midwife?”

“I mean–I don’t know!” you groan. “I know Jen. I like Jen. It would be a little comforting to have someone that doesn’t see me as a statistic, and actually…” Your voice goes quiet. “Sees me–us–as a person and a child.”

Agatha smiles sadly and her hand runs through your hair. “Okay,” she says softly. “If it makes you more comfortable, Jen can be part of it–but I would like it if we had someone who hasn’t been out of practice for 105 years.”

You take her hand and press a kiss to it. “Thank you.” 

“I’ll call the OB office by the Tower,” she says. “See if they can fit you in soon.” 

You order in for dinner tonight–some vegan place where Agatha made sure every single ingredient is organic. She nagged the poor employee on the phone for almost ten minutes.

“So, every ingredient is organic?” she double checked. You heard the girl on the line mumble something and Agatha nodded, flipping over the menu that’s on the counter. “And the tofu? Is that pasteurized? Okay. And your sauces–? Well, excuse me for not wanting to give my pregnant wife a foodborne illness!”

Sitting at the kitchen table, Agatha unpacks the bag of food. “I called the OB office earlier. They have an ultrasound appointment available tomorrow, but it’s at nine in the morning.”

“When’s the next one?” You ask, opening your container that has a vegan grilled cheese. 

“In two weeks,” Agatha sighs, and takes a seat to eat dinner.

“Alright,” you say. “I guess since it’s so close to the Tower, we might as well just go back.”

“Are you sure?”

You shrug. “Yeah. I mean, we’ve calmed down–” You pause, completely forgetting that Wanda guessed.

“What?” Agatha asks. “What’s wrong?”

Your voice is steady. “I forgot to tell you…Wanda knows.”

“How?” she gapes.

“She called me to check in right after you went into CVS,” you explain.”I didn’t tell her. She guessed it.” As you watch Agatha’s face contort into frustration, you lean forward, taking her hand. “It’s okay! Honey, it’s fine! She said she won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “It’s your place to tell, anyway. Not mine.”

“I’d like the coven to know first,” you say. “I guess Wanda’s part of the coven. She’s been to a few meetings. But I want to wait until after the first trimester…just get settled–out of the high-risk-for-miscarriage-zone, have a few ultrasound pictures to show them. When’s the next meeting?”

Agatha gets up, checking the calendar on the fridge. “Looks like March 7th–two weeks.”

You sit back in your chair, sighing. “Alright, yeah. We’ll tell them then.”

“And the rest?” Agatha asks, raising an eyebrow as she sits back down. “The team is gonna be suspicious sooner or later.”

You groan. “It’ll come out eventually.”

It’s like the nausea only appeared after learning that you’re pregnant. There’s a deep, unpleasant feeling in your stomach when you wake up in the morning. The sun is just barely above the horizon. Dark  shadows are still cast across your bedroom ceiling, but you’re out of bed immediately, rushing to the bathroom.

Your heavy footsteps and rushing stir Agatha from sleep and she’s out of bed quickly. Hunched over the toilet and retching, you feel Agatha’s hand on your back as the other holds your hair back. 

“Oh, god,” she mumbles, her voice still rough from sleep. Back in the bedroom, you can hear Agatha’s alarm go off for the doctor's appointment. “It’s okay, honey.”

She opens the bathroom closet and grabs a rag, running it under the tap. Agatha sits down on the floor beside you and when you sit up she gently wipes your mouth and nose. 

“Thank you,” you sigh, sniffling and wiping the tears from your eyes.

Agatha kisses you on the forehead and stands up. “I’ll go get you the nausea meds.” After turning her alarm off, she goes downstairs and retrieves the medication. It helps, mostly. Your stomach has settled by the time you finish getting ready, but there’s still a twinge present. Despite your protests, Agatha makes you eat two pieces of toast.

The ride back to New York City is uneventful. Commuter traffic is always heavy, but you slept right through it, and you even slept through Agatha picking up her coffee order in a drive-thru. When outside of the OB/GYN office, she wakes you up with a gentle shake of your shoulder.

You blink against the bright sunlight and stretch before you look down at the cupholder. “Where the hell did you get coffee from?”

“I went through the Dunkin’ drive-thru,” she says, and reaches into the car door pocket. She holds out a baggie to you, “I didn’t wanna wake you up. You looked so peaceful. But I got you a donut if you get hungry.”

“Aww, thank you,” you say, eyes still heavy with sleep as you lean over to kiss her.

When you walk in, it’s much warmer than it is outside. Agatha’s hand is on your lower back as you check in at the front, and it doesn’t leave its position in the waiting room. There are a few other people there, and as you sit there, you have a weird feeling.

Across the room, a couple whispers to one another and looks at you and Agatha. You lean over subtly, “Are they talking about us?”

Agatha doesn’t even get to respond before they approach you. The woman is meek and soft-spoken, “I’m so sorry to bother, but are you two part of the Avengers?”

Shit.

“Um–no,” Agatha lies, politely smiling. “I guess we just look like them.”

You feel Agatha’s hand tighten on your back when the woman’s husband persists. “Are you sure? You guys look ve–”

“Sir, I’m just here for a pap smear,” you sigh, watching in delight as his face drops.

When your name is called, Agatha’s hand is in yours. Her thumb gently runs over your skin as you feel your heart race. Your vitals are taken along with your height and weight, and when you’re brought to the room you’re given a blanket and instructed to remove your pants.

“The sonographer will be in soon,” the woman tells you.

You remove your coat and pants. On the table, you get yourself situated, blanket over your legs as you lay back. You smile as you watch agatha fold your pants and drape your coat over a chair before straightening your shoes below. “Agatha, stop obsessing over my clothes,” you say. “Come here.”

She sighs and takes your hand as a knock sounds on the door. The sonographer enters, smiling way too brightly for it being nine-thirty in the morning. She introduces herself in a chipper voice and you can almost feel Agatha wanting to roll her eyes.

“I have to say,” the sonographer chirps, “this is the first Avenger we’ve had here.”

“Glad to be the first,” you muse.

Agatha, with her hand holding on tightly to yours, stares intently at the blank TV screen on the wall. She rocks side to side and only looks away after you say her name twice. “Hm? What?”

“You’re hurting my hand,” you say softly. “Relax, please.”

The gel on your lower belly is cold, but the gasp comes from Agatha. The TV screen lights up when the probe is placed on your belly and there, on the screen amidst the black and white coloring, is a small blob. 

“It looks like you’re at around ten weeks,” the sonographer pipes up. “So just at the tail end of the first trimester. And if I turn up the volume here, we should be able to hear–there we go!”

Above you, Agatha stops breathing. The sound of your baby’s heartbeat is loud, and over top of it you can hear Agatha sniffle. 

The sonographer turns her computer screen toward you, pointing at different areas. You turn your head, looking closely.

“Right here, you can see the arms and legs,” she says, pointing to them. She moves her finger to the tiny head just barely visibly. “And here, you can see their face–it’s not super prominent, but you can see it starting to form.”

As you watch the screen up close, he heartbeat loud and strong in your ears, you can’t help but wipe away tears.

The OB comes and goes. Your clothes are put back on. Ultrasound photos are in Agatha’s purse. 

You’re back in the car, maybe five minutes from the Tower, and you’re quiet. 

“I know I got you a donut,” Agatha says, “but do you wanna get breakfast at that one pla–What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” you sniffle, wiping away tears. “I know we were gonna see them today, but I didn’t think we’d hear the heartbeat! Oh, my god. And their little arms and legs–!”

“Yeah,” she says quietly, buckling in, “let’s go get breakfast.”

You sniffle again, wiping away your tears. “Okay.”

The coven meeting is held at your home in Westview. Wanda joins again, arriving with Billy and complaining about his driving skills.

In the kitchen, you and Agatha prepare tea, wine, and snacks while everyone waits in the basement. You can hear laughter drift up through the staircase as you cut slices of cheese and place them on a platter. 

“How are we gonna tell them?” you mutter.

“I don’t know,” Agatha sighs. “I’m sure when you reject a glass of wine, they’ll catch on soon enough–that’s if Wanda holds her tongue.”

“Oh, be nice,” you hiss. 

Agatha grins, “Not my forte, hon.”

So look at the cheese platter and pause. “Fuck.”

“What is it?”

“It’s the brie,” you say. “Brie’s my favorite. They’re gonna know something’s up.”

Agatha looks at you, knowing that you’re probably right, but not wanting to say it. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she says, completely unconvincing. 

You take everything downstairs to the coven, and with a little spell, trays of hors d'oeuvres, tea, and wine are floating around the table. Lilia sits beside you and when you take your seat you can feel her eyes narrow at you.

You look back at her, raising an eyebrow and watching as she looks you up and down. 

“Something’s different,” Lilia says.

Damn her intuition.

“Like what?” you ask, and you feel Agatha’s hand rest on your thigh, clearly listening in on the conversation. 

Lilia narrows her eyes more, finger at her mouth as she focuses on you. Her eyebrow twitches and you can see it in her face when she realizes. “Ah, yes,” she mutters to herself. “I know what it is.”

You curse under your breath and Agatha turns her head. “What?”

“Lilia knows,” you mumble behind a napkin, disguising it as wiping your mouth. 

“Fuck,” she sighs. “I knew she’d find out just by looking at you.”

The meeting is in full swing. Multiple conversations are going on at once. Wanda and Agatha–despite bickering–are mentoring Billy, Jen and Alice are going over protection spells, and Lilia…is reading your tea leaves.

She rotates the cup in her hands, focusing on each shape and pattern she could interpret. “So, how far along are you?” she asks quietly.

You sigh and lean in close. “Almost thirteen weeks. We’re planning on telling the coven tonight, we just don’t know how.”

She hums, “Well, congratulations.”

Towards the end of the meeting, you hear your name called and when you look over Agatha has the cheese platter in hand. “Are you finished with the hors d’oeuvres?”

“Yeah, honey, thank you,” you say, stacking cups around the table to clean later.

“You’re not eating the brie?” Billy asks.

You’re so focused on the task at hand that you answer his question mindlessly. “No, I can’t have it, sweetheart.” And then you freeze. And agatha freezes. And you see Wanda and Lilia trying to hide their smiles.

Billy and Alice both look confused. “Why can’t you have it?” Billy asks.

You look at Jen who starts to connect the dots. There’s no way to dig yourself out of this. You look at Agatha and finally sigh. “I’m pregnant.”

Billy’s and Alice’s jaws drop. 

“Oh, my god!” 

“What?”

Shocked laughter reverberates around the room before hugs and congratulations come. 

“That was the hardest secret secret I’ve ever kept,” Wanda sighs before hugging you. “I’m so happy for you.”

You run upstairs quickly and take out the ultrasound pictures from your nightstand. When you’re back downstairs, the coven has moved to the living room. “Here,” you say, letting them pass around the pictures. Agatha stands beside you, hand on your back as you continue talking. “That was a ten week ultrasound. It’s almost at 13 weeks. They said the due date is around September 10th.”

“You guys are the first ones to know, so don’t go running your mouths…Billy,” Agatha says, and then glares at him.

“I think it’s gonna be a girl,” Alice says, handing it to Jen.

“Mmm,” Jen looks at the picture, almost analyzing it from how focused she looks. “I think it’ll be a boy.”

“I’m not saying,” Lilia comments, looking at the ultrasound picture and smiling.

After they’re passed around, you take the pictures back and hugs and goodbyes are exchanged. Just before Jen’s able to leave, you pull her aside.

“I know you’ve been wanting to get back into obstetrics,” you say. “So, I was wondering if you’d like to be one of the midwives in the room. We have an obstetrician, so it wouldn’t be everything, but you know, just some extra help…”

Jen looks shocked. “Seriously?”

“You don’t have to!” you hurry. “But we–” You look at Agatha and then back at Jen. “I trust you.”

Jen glances at Agatha before smiling at you. “If you’re comfortable, yeah, I’d love to help you. Don’t stay up reading baby blogs, those are never helpful. I’ll get you some reliable info, okay?”

You hug her tightly. “Oh, thank you, Jen!”

After everyone’s left and the house is quiet, you move to the kitchen where the dishes from tonight’s meeting sit in the sink. You stand in front of the fridge, looking at all of the pictures and recipes and christmas cards from three months ago that hang from magnets. Arms wrap around your waist and the smell of Agatha's perfume calms you as her lips skim over your neck.

“What are you doing?” she asks quietly. 

You sigh, leaning into her touch as her hand splays over your stomach. “Trying to figure out where to put the ultrasound pictures.”

She hums behind you and then takes the roll of pictures from your hands. Her arms reach out on either side of your head, and you watch as she slips the pictures beneath the magnet that holds a picture of you and Agatha at the reception after your wedding.

“There,” she says simply, wrapping her arms back around you and placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Perfect.”

__________

The second trimester rolls in quickly. You’re feral. Absolutely feral. And Agatha loves it.

It starts with a single kiss in the morning. And then the raspy morning voice when Agatha says, “Good morning.”

You bite your lip, fingers running over her bare arms as she leans over you. Agatha eyes you suspiciously, “Why are you giving me that look?”

You sigh, eyes wandering over her body–the satin nightgown that clings to her curves, her blue eyes lit up in the morning sun, the stale perfume still lingering from the previous night. 

“I just love how you sound in the morning.” You pull her down for a kiss. “And how you look, and…” You have no clue where you’re going with this and you start to ramble. “…It’s our wedding anniversary, and I’m overflowing with hormones and…” 

She giggles as she kisses you again, her voice low and seductive, “And you want me to touch you?” Her hand sneaks under your shirt as she kisses you, but she pulls away quickly, brows furrowed.

“What���s wrong?” you ask.

Agatha pulls up your shirt, eyes wide as she looks at you. “You’re starting to show.”

“What?”

“You’re showing!”

Laying on your back, you tilt your chin to look down, and sure enough, there it is. “Oh, my god,” you mutter. You lay back, hands over your eyes. “We’re gonna have to tell them,” you huff.

Agatha’s hand rubs soothingly over your belly. “Your 20 week scan is in a couple weeks, hon. It’s gotta happen soon. Quite frankly, I was surprised they didn’t catch on when you declined the sushi they offered you.”

You drop your arms, smiling painfully up at her, “I know…I kind of liked just us knowing–aside from the coven. But everyone else is gonna make a big deal out of it.”

“Because it is a big deal,” Agatha says, pressing a kiss to your belly. “Sweetheart, you’re an Avenger. You can’t be training and doing missions. We’ve been lucky enough that Steve’s been taking ‘no’ as an answer for training recently. But sooner or later we’re going to be called for a mission, and we both know that Tony won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

You glare at her, “I hate you.”

“Only because I’m right,” Agatha smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips. You can feel her hand drift higher, fingers wandering underneath your bunched up shirt and over your nipples. She leans in close, lips over yours as your heart races. “Would you hate me less if I give you what you want?”

“Maybe,” you tease. “I’ll be the judge of that after.”

Agatha kisses you softly, trailing her lips down your throat as her hand slips beneath your underwear. She moves back to your lips and your hands tighten their grasp on her shoulder and nightgown as her tongue moves with yours. You can feel her smile as her fingers tease you. “It’s not even nine in the morning and you’re already this wet for me?”

“It’s the hormones, I swear,” you huff, quickly pulling her back down to kiss you as she laughs.

Your head is thrown back into the pillows and your back is arched as her fingers work. She hovers over you, arm flexed, veins visible through the skin, and it turns you on even more. Agatha kisses you softly, “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are like this.”

A loud moan escapes you as her palm presses against your clit and she smiles. “You’re fucking beautiful,” she says, jaw clenched and fingers working faster. “You’re glowing. I did this to you, and everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Yes! Yes, yes!” Your hands grab at any part of her they can reach. Your lips press hard into hers and you breathe deeply. “Fuck, I’m all yours! And I want everybody to know!”

Your legs close around Agatha’s hand as you shake beneath her. You moan loudly into her mouth when she kisses you hard, fingers curling as you finish. Her kisses become softer and softer as you catch your breath.

“Okay,” you breathe. “I guess I don’t hate you as much.”

Agatha laughs and kisses you again. “What do you say we take a shower and then we can go out to brunch, and then…” She places her hand back on your belly. “..we go to the mall to look at maternity clothes?”

Before you can get out of bed, she stops you. “Wait! I almost forgot. I have an anniversary present for you.” She leans over to her nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling something out, and when she faces you again, she has her hands behind her back. 

You eye her suspiciously as she smiles, and without a word, she hands you a pair of tiny yellow rain boots with duck faces on them. You gasp and sit up quickly, turning them in your hands. “They’re ducky boots!” You look up at her with tears in your eyes. 

Agatha takes one in her hand and examines it. “They definitely won’t fit for like…a year,” she chuckles. “But when I saw them at the store I couldn’t help myself.”

You sigh and sniffle as you hold back tears. “I love you.”

The shirt you put on today is a lot more snug than it used to be, and when you actually take a look in the mirror, you’re showing more than you thought.

“How did you not realize?” Agatha asks, spitting her toothpaste into the sink.

You go into the closet, looking for a shirt or a dress that’s looser than what you have on right now, and more appropriate for brunch. “Well, I don’t–I’ve been wearing nothing but sweatpants and baggy, lazy clothes, and–leave me alone!” 

You can hear Agatha snickering as you get defensive, and you step out in another outfit. “What about this one? Is it obvious?”

Agatha wipes toothpaste from her mouth and smiles. “Give me a twirl, princess.” When you do, she acts like she’s thinking hard, but you already know how she’ll answer. “Beautiful!” she says.

You sigh, “Okay, but is it obvious that I’m pregnant?”

“You know, most people say ‘thank you’ when called beautiful,” Agatha teases, pulling you into her by your waist as you roll your eyes and hold back a smile. She places a kiss on your forehead, “But no, it’s not obvious.”

The maternity store at the Westview mall is cute. It’s not super big, but they have a decent sized selection. 

“Why are there so many dresses?” you huff. Agatha holds up a pair of maternity jeans and you make a disgusted look as she giggles. “Why can’t there be a luxury maternity clothes store?”

“For someone who grew up with very little money, you certainly are picky,” Agatha chuckles. 

You shrug, looking through a rack of shirts. “What can I say? I’ve developed a taste for more than just White Star Line stewardess uniforms.”

You end up at the checkout counter with an armful of clothing. You get antsy as you look at the cashier, seeing the recognition of the both of you in her eyes. She smiles politely, making friendly conversation, but her eyes keep drifting to your belly. You uncross your arms quickly after realizing that they’ve pushed your blouse in, defining the bump that you were trying to hide.

“Do you have a rewards account with us?” the cashier asks.

“No,” Agatha says, going to put her card in the reader.

“Would you like to sign up?” the cashier continues. “It’s free, and you’ll earn points for your next purchase.”

Agatha huffs, “Okay, sure. Fine.”

You leave the store with three bags of clothes, Agatha carrying all of them.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry one?” you ask.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she snaps. You’re taken aback by her attitude, and while it normally wouldn’t affect you, she panics as she watches your eyes flood with tears. “Oh, my god! No! I am so sorry!”

You sniffle, trying to wipe them away, but they don’t stop. “No, don’t apologize! I’m not–!” You take in a heavy, shuddering breath and Agatha takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom.

When the door closes, she locks it, setting the bags on the tiled floor. Her thumbs come to your cheeks and wipe your tears.. “Hey! Hey, look at me!” You do and she kisses your forehead, resulting in even more tears. “Take some deep breaths! Sweetheart, I need you to calm down.”

You do as she says, breathing deeply through your nose and out your mouth. “Okay,” you whimper, repeating the breathing until your tears slow.

Agatha’s hands cup your cheeks and she looks you in the eyes, voice apologetic and soft, “I am so sorry for snapping at you. It was not directed at you one bit.”

“I know,” you sniffle. “I know. It’s okay.”

Agatha grabs a paper towel and wipes away the mascara that’s running down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she says again. “Just, seeing how that cashier was looking at you–how uncomfortable you looked. It was pissing me off.” 

She tosses the paper towel into the garbage can by the door and pulls you into her arms. Her hand holds the back of your head, thumb stroking along your hair as you sniffle into her shoulder. “ She recognized us. Im sure by the time we get back to the Tower, it’ll be all over the Facebook, or the Twitter, or whatever the fuck people use now.” 

Your laugh is muffled and watery, and you sigh as it sinks in. “Yeah…” You’re quiet as she holds you, but you’re thinking. Thinking hard. “Agatha…I don’t think I wanna be an Avenger anymore.”

She pulls away quickly, shocked as she looks at you. “What do you mean? I thought you loved it.”

“I do. I do love it,” you say. “But…” Your eyes get watery again and you take a deep breath. “We have no privacy. We probably won’t even get to tell the rest of our…” You trail off, trying to find the right words. “Of our…family…that I’m pregnant, because a cashier at the maternity clothes store recognized us! We were at the OB’s office and someone tried to get it out of us!” 

You let out a sob as she holds you tighter again. “Agatha, nothing we have is ours! I don’t want our child growing up surrounded by paparazzi. I want our baby to be ours!”

Agatha wipes away her own tears quietly and pulls away. Her hands gently hold your face, like if she held you tighter you’d shatter–and maybe some of that is true. Her eyes are soft and glassy with held back tears. “Okay,” she says, voice cracking. “If you want to, we’ll leave.”

“Maybe not permanently,” you sigh, and press a kiss to her wrist. “I do love what we do, and our kid’s gotta go to school at some point, and that leaves a lot of time open on our schedule. But just…for now…do our own thing.”

“Like, picking out baby clothes?” Agatha smiles softly, thumb stroking your temple. “Painting a nursery? Having me go out in my pajamas at three in the morning to the 24-hour gas station because suddenly you’re craving a very specific kind of ice cream that only they sell?”

You let out a teary laugh, voice quiet. “Yeah…”

She tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead. “Then we can do that.”

The drive back to New York City is quiet. You doze off about halfway through the drive with your hand in Agatha’s lap, and you’re woken up with a kiss to your palm.

“Wake up, buttercup, we’re here,” she says. “You can take a nap in your luxurious, unbelievably-expensive-bed.”

“Oh, what about the clothes?” You sit up quickly, rubbing your eyes.

“It’s okay,” she reassures you quietly. “I’ll put a concealment spell on the bags.”

You almost fall asleep standing up while on the elevator with Agatha. Your head bobs to the side, resting on her shoulder before you’re jolted awake by her. When in your room, you change into comfier clothes, removing your makeup and laying down on your side of the bed.

Agatha slides in beside you, hand brushing your hair back as you face her. “I love you,” she says quietly. “And no matter who gossips about us or invades our privacy, I won’t let them touch either of you.” Her hand settles on your waist. “Both of you are the most important things in my life, and if you want us to stop being Avengers for a few years, then that’s perfectly alright with me. I don’t want you stressing for any longer.”

“Okay,” you whisper, lip quivering.

“We can stay in New Jersey–which sucks, I know,” Agatha continues, and wipes a tear from your cheek. “We’ll come here for the weekend, or whenever the hell we feel like it.” She smiles as you let out a quiet laugh. “I want you to be happy. That’s all that matters to me right now.”

“I’m sorry I was too tired to do anything fun for our first anniversary,” you sigh, sleep heavy on your eyes. 

“Honey, we spent today having brunch and picking out maternity clothes for you,” Agatha says. “You’re carrying our child. I could not ask for more today.”

When you wake up, it’s dark outside and you’re curled up in front of Agatha. Her arm holds you close to her, hand resting on your belly as she breathes softly against your neck. Your hand reaches out, blindly searching for your phone on the nightstand. 

Your movements wake her and you can hear her groan behind you. “What time is it?”

After checking your phone you roll over and curl into Agatha. “Nine,” you mutter.

Agatha stretches, her arms wrapping around you. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” you mumble. “But you’re so warm, I don’t wanna get up.”

She hums before sitting up, ignoring your whining. “Come on, sleepy head. Let’s go turn food into a baby.”

The following morning doesn’t come with kisses, but with loud explosions in the dark of your blackout curtains. Your reflexes kick in and both you and Agatha are out of bed, robes on and out the bedroom door. You opt to take the stairs to the lounge and when you open the door, every resident of Stark Tower is there.

The floor-to-ceiling windows looking over Manhattan show what no one wants to see at nine in the morning: another fiery crisis to deal with and alien spaceships hovering over the city. 

“Alright, everybody on the deck in ten minutes!” Tony commands.

As the team heads for the stairs, you look at Agatha and there’s only one thing in the look she gives you. 

‘You’re staying here.’

You stay put as she follows but Tony looks back and huffs, “Come, on! Let’s go!”

“No,” Agatha says, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

Agatha’s response stops everyone in their tracks and you can see the frustration in Tony’s face border on anger. “Excuse me?” he says, whirling around to face her. 

“No,” Agatha says more firmly. “She’s not going.”

“And why not?” Tony asks, nostrils flaring.

Agatha hesitates, “She’s not feeling well.”

“I don’t care if she has the damn flu!” Tony shouts. “All of New York City is under attack right now! She’s one of the most powerful people here–!”

“I said, she’s not going!” Agatha yells back, and you can see every eye in the room on the three of you. You make eye contact with Wanda and she looks like she’s about to intervene, but she stands back.

“Why?” Tony snaps. “How sick could she possibly be to not–!”

You can see it in Agatha’s face. She’s trying to hold her tongue, she’s trying to hold back from screaming, but in the end, it slips out. “She’s pregnant!”

The room falls quiet, and the only sound is the distant explosions. Agatha sighs, her hands rubbing her face tiredly. “Shit.”

Tony turns around to look at you, and it’s like he’s an angry father who just found out his teenage daughter is pregnant. “Is this true?”

“Yes,” you sigh, looking defeated. 

“I–” Tony opens his mouth and closes it again, trying to get his thoughts in order. “Okay, both of you stay here–”

Agatha looks appalled. “What?”

“Both of you!” Tony snaps. “We’ll talk about this after.”

There’s a heavy silence as the room clears out, and when the doors to the stairs swing shut you take a heavy seat on the sofa. Agatha follows, arm immediately pulling you close as you drop your head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she sighs. “It shouldn’t have come out like that.”

You press a kiss to her shoulder and take her hand. “It’s okay. Like you said, it had to happen sooner or later.”

The day drags on and eventually, in the lounge, it’s only you, Agatha, and Tony. He’s on his third whiskey after dinner and he sits back, sighing. “So, what’s the plan?”

Mindless TV plays in front of you, your head on Agatha’s shoulder, but when he asks his question, you sit up. You can feel her arm tighten on your waist and you hesitate. “Well, the twenty week ultrasound is next wednesday…” He nods carefully and you fiddle with your fingers. “And–umm–we’re moving back to New Jersey. We’re gonna leave the team for a few years…but we’ll visit on weekends.”

“I figured,” Tony shrugs. “That house is pretty small, though. Nice backyard, but that second bedroom can’t even be called a bedroom.”

Agatha scoffs. “I’ve been trying to tell her that, but she won’t listen.”

 “I’m not arguing about this,” you sigh. “I’m too tired for it.”

“You know, if you’d like, I could move you closer,” Tony suggests. “Doesn’t have to be in the city, but close enough that you don’t have to drive almost an hour to and from.”

You smile tiredly, “That’s a very nice offer, Tony, but we can’t ask you to do that. You’ve done so much already.”

He finishes the rest of his whiskey, and gets up, setting the glass down on the liquor cart. “Just think about it.” When he comes back over, his hands are on his hips. “We’re gonna miss having you around here. Both of you.”

“I’m having a baby, Tony. I’m not dying,” you deadpan. 

“I’m happy for you, really,” he says. “You’ve done a lot for us, so I want to do everything I can to help you out–even if that means buying a brownstone for you in the Upper West Side.”

Wednesday morning you’re woken up by a flurry of kisses on your face.

“Good morning,” Agatha mutters, pressing a light kiss to your lips. “Are you excited to find out what we’re having?”

You hum in amusement, “Don’t you want it to be a surprise?” 

“Are you serious?” Agatha asks, kissing you again. “This entire thing was a surprise.”

“Touché.” You swish your lips from side to side. “Alright, fine. But only because I’m too excited to go clothes shopping for them.”

Agatha kisses you on the forehead and smiles. “That’s a good enough reason for me.”

Once again, you’re on the table watching Agatha fold your clothes. The lights are dimmed when the sonographer comes in–this one is much less chipper than the previous one–and Agatha’s at your side immediately.

“So, are we wanting to find out the sex of the baby today?” the sonographer asks as she sets up her equipment.

Agatha squeezes your hand and you smile, “Yeah, when you’re having a baby at 149-years-old you don’t need any more surprises.”

The sonographer pauses for a moment and then a look of realization flashes across her face. “Right–witches, Avengers.” She lets out a breathy laugh. “Alright, now my favorite thing to ask: what do you think it’ll be?”

As she applies the gel to your belly you look up at Agatha, smiling. “What do you think it’ll be?”

You notice a brief flash of anxiety on her face before she answers, “A girl.”

“Alright, we’ll go with girl,” you say as the wand presses into your skin.

The heartbeat is strong and the sonographer points to various parts of the screen. “They are all curled up in there! Here’s the profile of it–you can see the little nose and–oh, looks like they’re yawning!”

You smile brightly and you hear a shaky breath from Agatha. Her free hand goes to your head, a comforting weight as she sits beside you.

“Alright,” the sonographer says, “a little pressure–we’re gonna move over here. There are the little feet, its legs, and you can see a hand right there.” As she goes along clicks can be heard when freezing the screen to take a picture. “And, if we move over here…it looks like…you are having…a girl!”

When you look over, Agatha’s smiling. But there’s more to it. Yes, there’s happiness, there’s excitement, but there’s something else there–relief. She presses a kiss to your forehead and sighs.

The appointment goes by quickly and soon, Agatha’s helping you into your newest pair of maternity pants. She slips the roll of ultrasound pictures into her purse and takes your hand, but when you’re back in the waiting room you freeze.

“Why the hell are you all here?” 

A receptionist comes up to you, talking quietly, “I apologize, ma’am. I told them they can’t–”

“It’s okay,” you say, cutting her off with a polite smile. “Thank you.”

A whole group is standing there. Tony, Steve, Nat, Wanda, the whole coven, Billy and Peter, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Bruce, Thor, and Loki. 

“We wanna know what you’re having!” Steve smiles brightly, waiting for you to answer.

You and Agatha look at each other, and when your eyes meet you can see that you both have the same idea. 

“A healthy baby,” you smile. You pull Agatha through the waiting room. “Come on, I’m craving that one lunch place a few blocks away.”

Before you can open the door, you’re stopped by them again. “Can we please know what you’re having?” Billy asks.

You look at all of them as Agatha opens the door for you. “A healthy baby,” you repeat. “That’s what we’re having. You can find out the sex in twenty weeks.”

You survive their endless pestering throughout the day, and now, you lay in bed with Agatha, talking into the dark–baby names, nursery themes, whose eyes the baby would get, what color magic. But there’s one thing on your mind.

“Agatha,” you say. “Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

“When the sonographer said it was a girl…” you start, thinking about how to word your question. “You looked relieved–like you didn’t want it to be a boy.”

“That’s not a question,” she mumbles into your collarbone. 

“Agatha,” you sigh. “You know what I mean.”

She’s quiet, and you can tell she’s thinking hard. You hear her swallow and take a deep breath. “If…we had a boy…do you…” You can hear the wheels turning in her head, wondering if she should even ask it, if it’s even worth being vulnerable. “Do you think Nicky would feel like he was being replaced?”

Your stomach drops and you feel the hand she had on your belly recoil into herself. “Agatha,” you whisper, heart breaking. “Look at me.” You turn to face her and you can see the uncomfortable look on her face. “Nicky would never think he was being replaced. Do you think you’re replacing him?”

Agatha turns over to lay on her back, huffing in frustration. “I don’t–maybe? I mean, it was 300 years ago, I shouldn’t…even be thinking…”

“Agatha, you’re not replacing him,” you reassure her. You lean over her, forcing her to look you in the eyes. “Loving your daughter doesn’t mean loving Nicky any less, okay?” She nods slowly and you kiss her. “This isn’t going to be like last time. You can be happy, Agatha. You deserve to be happy.” 

“Okay,” she mutters. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss her again, and when you pull away you sigh. “And do you know what I deserve? A pregnancy pillow.”

Agatha laughs and kisses you again, pulling you into her arms. “We’ll go out tomorrow to get you one. How about that?”

You’ve forgotten what life outside the city was like. You’re three weeks into living in Westview. It didn’t take long to move everything back to Westview–most of it was clothes, and even then, you were building a new wardrobe that actually fit you. 

Your life is much quieter now–filled with lamaze classes, doctors appointments, and tea with the coven. It’s slow. Peaceful. You wake up, take your vitamins, Agatha makes you breakfast, and with it being spring, you’ll usually retire to the backyard to work in the garden. It’s pure, domestic bliss.

You stand in the cereal aisle of the grocery store. The list crinkles in your hand as you stand there, looking at the vast expanse of cereal options, and Agatha waits patiently beside you with the cart.

“So…” Agatha starts. “What cereal–?”

“I don’t know,” you say absentmindedly. “It just says cereal.”

Agatha swishes her lips, “Okay, well, while you decide what cereal you want, I’m going to get the frozens.”

You barely acknowledge her, only offering a quiet, “Mhm.” 

You can barely remember your name–it’s like your brain is completely shutting itself off and refusing to remember anything. Just the other day, you were heating up leftovers in the microwave and you sat down on the couch, completely forgetting about them and dozing off. When Agatha got home an hour later, the TV was on, you were knocked out, and the leftovers were still in the microwave–cold again.

And when she woke you up to tell you, it led to tears.

And now, you’re in the cereal aisle with a half-complete grocery list and only a vague idea of what kind of cereal you want.

Agatha rounds the corner quickly, frozen foods in her arms. She drops them into the cart, clearly frustrated as she huffs, hands on her hips. “We have a problem.”

“Oh, hi,” you say. “Where’d you go?”

“Frozen food aisle,” she sighs. “We have a problem.” She leans against the cart, fingers tapping on the metal impatiently. “We’re in the suburbs.”

You look at her, confused. “Um…Yeah…?”

“No,” Agatha huffs. “I mean, we’re a suburban family. We’re grocery shopping at a Trader Joe’s.” She starts gesturing around her dramatically. “There are vitamin supplements in our cart. I was just in the frozen foods aisle and I was met with “hey neighbor”. I just ran into one of our neighbors. I don’t even know his name! We are not suburban people!”

“Agatha, honey. It’s okay,” you say softly.

Her jaw tenses and she purses her lips. “Do you know what we were doing, what, five months ago? Fucking in the Adirondacks.”

“Okay. Lower your voice, first of all,” you scoff, throwing whatever cereal boxes into the cart. “Second of all, yes. I know. The result is right in front of you. And, third…maybe it’s good.”

As you push the cart through the aisle she walks beside you. “Good?” she repeats, eyes wide.

“Yeah…” you shrug. You turn down the snack aisle and push a bag of animal crackers off the shelf and into the cart without stopping. “I mean you’re almost 356 years old and I’m 149. We’ve been through a lot—sinking ships, witch trials, like…a shit ton of wars. Maybe it’s good that things are slowing down.”

Agatha sighs, “Well can we slow down in a luxury apartment in Manhattan?”

“You actually wanna move to New York City? We’re about to have a baby in four months.”

“It doesn’t have to be midtown,” Agatha says, and puts a bag of veggie chips into the cart. “There’s Greenwich, the West Village—townhouses have more than one and a half bedrooms”

You pause and raise an eyebrow at her. “One and a half?”

“Oh please, that bedroom might as well be a storage room,” Agatha scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Besides, we haven’t started on the nursery yet. And Brownstones are nice.”

“Brownstones are expensive,” you counter.

“Tony told us that he’ll move us closer to the Tower.”

“What about backyards?” you ask. “I don’t wanna have to go to a park every time I want our kid to go outside.“

“I looked up some brownstones in the city. The backyards aren’t bad,” Agatha says, hand resting on your back.

You stop in the middle of the aisle, looking up at her with a hand on your hip. “You’ve already looked up new houses for us to move to?”

“They’re bigger!” Agatha says, exasperated. “There’s one with four rooms. We should move now instead of when we have more kids–”

“When?” You start grinning. “More? Our daughter hasn’t even been born yet.”

She opens her mouth, but no words come out. “Um–well–I mean–I quite like you in this state…”

“Oh, so you wanna keep me like this?” you tease. “Your perfect, pregnant little wife?”

“We’re getting off topic here,” she says, giving you a pointed look as you keep walking. “Just think about it. We’ve lived in the suburbs since 2026–me since 2023, no thanks to Wanda—and now we’re about to have a kid. Things are already going to change. Why not move now?”

“Okay fine,” you sigh. “You have some good points. I’ll think about it.”

It didn’t take much convincing later that night, which isn’t surprising considering the position you were in when she brought it up again–on your back, slick with sweat, and in her arms as you both laid in the post-sex bliss that she always brought you. 

She called Tony the next morning, discussing each feature the new house needs to have–at least three bedrooms, a decent sized backyard, hardwood floors, a fireplace, renovated yet classy, she had more needs than you. They spent days with a realtor, discussing pricing and location and selling your current house, and then came the tours.

You and Agatha saw at least five houses in the span of two weeks: two in Greenwich, two in West Village, and one on the Upper East Side. You were in the Upper East Side townhouse for less than ten minutes before she turned it down, and by the time you’re reaching the third trimester, you’ve both decided on one in the West Village.

It’s cozy, with four bedrooms and hardwood floors from the original build. There are two fireplaces, one in the living room and one in yours and Agatha’s bedroom, and a nice backyard with a patio and room to run around in. And as Tony promised, he paid for it all–leading to you sobbing your ‘thank you’s.

By the time you’re completely moved in, you’re approaching your eighth month of pregnancy. Your ankles are swollen, you’re the size of a cantaloupe, and your back aches constantly. Agatha eventually has to sleep with ear plugs because of how loud you snore–and you cried when you found out–and every time you stand up, you feel like you’re going to lose balance.

After finishing the nursery, Agatha guides you in with her hands over your eyes. When she removes them, you’re met with elephants and soft greens and dusty pinks. The cream colored crib that you had picked out together sits against the far left wall and all of the furniture is placed exactly where you wanted it. And it’s perfect. It’s exactly as you imagined. 

“Are you crying?” Agatha asks softly.

You sniffle and wipe your eyes. “Yeah, it’s okay. It’s good crying. I promise.” You hug Agatha tightly and kiss her. “Okay, my back is killing me. I need to sit down.”

You take a seat in the plush armchair that you chose specifically because it’s a rocking chair. When you lean back, hand on your belly, Agatha sits down on the small ottoman and takes your foot, fingers rubbing the pressure points as you sigh.

“How many people do we have coming to the baby shower?” you ask, resting your head on your hand as you stare at her with nothing but love in your eyes.

“Well,” Agatha starts, “there’s the coven, that’s five. Then there’s Tony, Nat, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Peter and Sam. And Thor and Loki said they might be able to come. So, possibly fourteen.”

You hum, thinking. “We’ll have to lock the door to this room. The only one who knows is Jen–and probably Lilia–and god knows someone will try to snoop around to find out.”

Thankfully, everyone who arrives at the baby shower gets what’s only on the registry–Agatha was very stern about it. But when Alice walks in, your jaw drops.

“You brought wine and premixed margaritas to my baby shower?” you gawk.

“Who brought wine?” Wanda perks up at the kitchen table. “I’ll get the cork screw.”

“Margaritas too!” Alice cheers, and joins Wanda in the kitchen with the rest of the coven. 

Lilia pours herself a glass of red, “Agatha would you like a glass?”

“No, thank you,” Agatha says, hand rubbing your back as you cross your arms.

The coven stops and looks at her.

“What, are you pregnant too?” Jen scoffs.

“No,” Agatha pipes up. “I’m standing in solidarity with my wife.”

You’re beginning to regret having your baby shower in the third trimester. You’re exhausted, and by five o’clock you’re growing irritated because you and Agatha haven’t been able to take your daily walk, and on top of that you’re being continuously kicked in your ribs. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Agatha comes to stand behind the couch, her hands running over your shoulders as she leans down to kiss your temple.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Just tired.”

Agatha glances around the room at everyone and lowers her voice so only you can hear. “Do you want me to kick everyone out?”

You giggle and shake your head. “No, you don’t have to kick everyone out.”

“Dammit,” Agatha groans. “I was really hoping you’d say yes.”

By seven, everyone is gone and it’s just the two of you. These have always been your favorite moments–the quiet nights spent in Agatha’s arms while something plays on the TV in the background, and the only other sound is her heartbeat beneath your ear.

“I know we got a pretty good amount today,” Agatha mutters, “but do you wanna go shopping for baby clothes tomorrow?”

Your hand fidgets with the wedding band on her ring finger. “Sure.” 

When you pick up that first frilly, pink satin dress you want to cry–and a few tears do slip out. “It’s so cute,” you whimper, and throw it in the basket. “We’re gonna have the cutest baby ever.”

Agatha’s hand settles on your lower back as you continue through the store, gasping at every piece of clothing you see. “”Sweetheart, you can’t take home every single article of clothing you see. I know you’re nesting, but you’re going a bit overboard,” Agatha says. “She won’t even grow into any of this for at least three months.”

“Well, you know me,” you shrug, and look through a rack of clothes. “I like to be prepared.”

“One more dress,” Agatha sighs. “And that’s it.”

“One dress and two shirts,” you counter.

Agatha stares at you and then relents, “Fine. One dress and one shirt. And then I wanna get dinner after this, I’m starving.”

You’re a week overdue, and you’re miserable. 

“Is there anything I can do for you, honey?” Agatha asks from the stove as she cooks breakfast. 

You take a bite of an apple slice at the kitchen table and huff, “Oh, I dunno. Can you get this baby out of me? Or, you could apply my hemorrhoid cream for me, how about that?” Your words get louder as you go on. “Oh, maybe you could remove a couple ribs so that the soccer player I’m carrying has room to move!”

Agatha looks around awkwardly. “Well, I mean–I could apply the–”

“I was being facetious, Agatha,” you say, glaring at her. When she sets your plate in front of you, she presses a kiss to your forehead and you sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m just exhausted. I can’t sleep, I need help putting on my shoes, and I’m the size of a fucking pumpkin.”

“How about we go to the nail salon today?” Agatha suggests. “You said you wanted to get a pedicure done, but we never had time.”

You sigh, “Yeah, alright.”

The fumes of the nail salon hit you stronger than ever before. You’re settled into the spa chair with Agatha right beside you, picking out a color for her toenails as the technicians set up their stations. 

“I usually go for purple, but I’m thinking maybe pink this time,” Agatha murmurs, thinking to herself.

“I think pink would look cute,” you shrug. “What about orange for fall?”

“Mm…Maybe closer to Halloween,” she mutters, and looks over at you, smiling. “Yeah, I’ll go with pink.”

The nail technicians assigned to you and Agatha are engrossed in her stories. You lean back, relaxing as you listen to Agatha gossiping with the woman who starts to paint her toenails.

“I just think she should mind her own business, you know?” Agatha scoffs. “And then there was the time…” 

She could talk for days and days and you would never get tired. But a low, dull ache begins to settle in your abdomen. Your face contorts into obvious discomfort as you adjust your position in the seat.

Agatha pauses her story and looks at you, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you wince. “I’m fine. Just uncomfortable–Oh!” Your hand squeezes the arm of the chair as dull ache tightens.

“That was not a Braxton Hicks,” she says, and the two techs look at you with concern.

“No, I’m fine! Finish the pedicure!” you insist, and while the tech continues to paint, Agatha doesn’t relax. Her jaw tightens and you can feel the warning look she's giving you. 

When the tightening sensation returns you try your best to hide it, but when you know someone for almost 120 years, you pick up on their tells.

“Okay, no!” Agatha says sternly. “Come on, we’re going!”

“No!” you cry, and look at the tech in front of you. “Finish my nails! We have time!”

“You’re a week overdue, we’re going now!” Agatha says. She gives the tech assigned to you a sharp look. “Put the nail polish down, now!”

“Agatha, no! It needs to dry! Let him finish!” you beg, and another wave of pain crests through.

“Is it gel?”Agatha asks him quickly, and when he shakes his head, snaps her head back to you. “Put your flip-flops on, they can dry in the car, hon!”

With her own nails still wet, she gets down from the chair and slips her sandals on. She digs out her wallet from her purse and tosses a fifty on the chair before helping you down. Her arm goes around your waist as she rushes you out, all eyes on the both of you. 

“Wait!” you cry, waddling towards the door with your hand in hers. “I don’t want to mess up my pedicure! Slow down!”

“Sweetheart, that is the least of my concerns!” she shoots back. When Agatha helps you into the car, she pulls out her phone and you can hear her on the phone with Jen as she rounds the car.

She starts the car quickly, and she has a complete disregard for the rules of the road.

“Agatha!” you shout, holding onto the dashboard. “Pull over! Now!” She does as you say and you turn to her, “Take a deep breath. Please. You’re more worried than I am and I’m the one in labor.”

She looks over, nostrils flared, jaw clenched, and knuckles white on the wheel. “Okay,” she croaks, and breathes deeply.

“Okay,” you repeat. “Are you okay?”

She sighs. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Okay,” you say again, your own breath shaking. “Let’s go.”

This time, Agatha decides to follow the rules of the road. Her hand doesn’t leave yours once until you pull into the hospital parking lot. When she helps you out of the car, you snicker to yourself. “I bet you’re glad I nagged you to put the hospital bag in the car the other day.”

“Walk,” Agatha groans, and you giggle.

In the hospital room, you slip the gown on as Agatha watches, perched on the edge of the bed. “Give me a twirl, princess.”

You huff and give her a slow, cautious turn. “Good?”

“Perfect,” she smiles.

Agatha makes you as comfortable as possible in bed–pillows in between your legs, under your arms, cups of ice chips after cups of ice chips. As the hours pass, Jen arrives, helping with pain management and whatever the nurses can’t do for you. 

Around four hours later, at 6pm, the whole coven plus Tony, Nat, and Steve, are in the room, despite you being doubled over on the bed, clutching on tightly to Agatha’s hand. You’re becoming irritated quickly, even with all the well-wishes and balloons and flowers.

“I don’t want them in here,” you groan, another contraction washing over you. 

Agatha looks confused. “What?”

“Get them out of here!” you seethe. 

“Oh, okay!” Agatha pauses. “Um…Even Jen?”

“Yes! Send them to the fucking waiting room!” you cry. “I only want you in here!”

Agatha ushers the group out of the room, and for once, apologizes to Jen.

“It’s not personal,” Jen says. “I understand. It’s okay.”

At midnight, you’re in the hallway of labor and delivery taking a walk when your water breaks, and you start crying because of how bad you feel. Agatha reassures you that you’ve done nothing wrong, but you’re a complete mess.

She sits on the couch in the hospital room. Your forehead rests against her chest as you rock on a yoga ball, her hands massaging your lower back. Your hand tightens its grip on her arm as a strong, sharp pain rips through you. 

It’s then that you finally decide to take the offer of an epidural–and you’ve never been more relieved. You sit on the edge of the bed, squeezing Agatha’s hand as the catheter is placed in your back, and after about twenty minutes, it starts to kick in.

“You should try and get some sleep,” Agatha murmurs, coming to sit back down beside you after dimming the room lights.

You hum, trying to keep your eyes open. “You should too.”

But there’s no chance in hell of that. 

You’ve been asleep for maybe an hour when two nurses assigned to you enter the room and wake you. The older one washes her hands and slips on a pair of gloves and the younger goes over to the fetal heart monitor, analyzing the graph in comparison to your contractions. When the first nurse is finished checking your cervix, she joins the other nurse.

“What’s the matter?”

Agatha’s hearing seems to increase tenfold. 

“Looks like the baby is having late decels,” the second nurse mutters.

“She’s only at four centimeters,” the older one whispers.

“How long has she been in labor?”

“About nine hours.”

“I’m sorry,” Agatha speaks up. “What’s the matter?”

The nurses turn toward you, the older one wearing a look that she’s rehearsed for these kinds of conversations. “The baby’s heart rate is dropping. It’s not too serious right n–”

“Not too serious?” Agatha repeats, her tone sharp. “Our child’s heart rate is dropping and you’re saying it’s not serious? I want a doctor in here right now.”

“Ma’am, I assure you–”

“I want a doctor in here!” Agatha shouts, standing up from her seat. “Now!”

Both of the nurses leave the room and Agatha lets out a frustrated sigh, sitting back down and taking your hand. Her other hand goes to your forehead, pushing back the flyaways sticky with sweat.

You lay there, eyes closed and trying to even out your breathing as you feel her thumb stroke along the back of your hand. Your eyes, still heavy with sleep, open when the doctor enters the room.

She reads the fetal monitor, analyzing every last bit of information on it. You watch her lips purse in thought and then she sighs. “You should have gotten me sooner,” she says to the nurses.

“What the hell is happening?” Agatha asks, eyes wide with panic.

“Your baby’s heart rate, for about the past hour, has been decreasing,” the doctor explains. “It’s not uncommon after receiving epidurals. Hypotension is seen a lot and your blood pressure has dropped a bit, and that usually ends up decreasing blood flow to the placenta. We’ll administer some fluids and have you lay on your side. But if it doesn’t change within an hour, maybe an hour and a half, we’re looking at a possible cesarean.”

Before the doctor can leave, Agatha gets out of the hospital recliner and lowers her voice. “If it’s possible, I’d like a nurse that actually knows what the hell they’re doing when caring for my wife.”

You watch the doctor nod and leave, and sure enough, fifteen minutes later, there’s a new night-shift nurse walking in with IV fluids. You lay on your side, facing Agatha while she holds your hand. With the bed rail down, and her reclining, it’s almost like you’re side-by-side in bed. Almost. 

You doze off again, hand limp in Agatha’s. When the lights flicker on an hour later, the new nurse and the doctor are back. In the past hour you’ve barely dilated and you can see the worry in the doctor’s face. 

She sighs after typing something on the computer. “Unfortunately, your baby’s heart rate hasn’t gone up. Your contractions aren’t doing what they’re doing, and the stress of that, combined with the hypotension is causing that. We will need to perform an emergency cesarean.”

“No,” you mumble, shaking your head. “No, I don’t want surgery.”

Agatha sighs, eyes heavy as she looks at you, “Sweetheart, I d–”

“It’s not optional,” the doctor says. “If we don’t deliver the baby as soon as possible, both you and the baby are at risk of injury.”

Your lips tremble and tears prick your eyes. “Okay,” you cry. “Alright.”

The clock on the operating room wall reads 4:03am.

Agatha sits beside you in the blue scrubs they had her change into, mask covering her mouth and nose, and blue hairnet containing the brunette mess of hair on her head. “I’m sorry it’s not going how you planned. You didn’t even want an epidural and now look where we are.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh as a nasal cannula is placed around your head. “You look hot in those scrubs, though.”

Agatha smiles, “Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “You’d be a really hot surgeon. You sure you don’t wanna watch them slice into me?”

Agatha makes a gagging sound. “I think I’ll stay here.”

“Okay,” the surgeon says. “10-blade, please.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Her hand rests on the cap that holds your hair, thumb running soothingly over the soft skin of your forehead. “It’s okay,” she mutters behind the mask. 

It takes the surgeon about two minutes to do the procedure. Agatha stands, eyes watering and watching as they pull your baby from the opening in your abdomen. But it’s quiet. Too quiet. And then there’s the dreadful sight and sound of doctors rushing around.

“I don’t hear crying,” you panic, tears starting to fall down your temples. “Why isn’t she crying? Agatha, what’s happening? Why isn’t–why isn’t she crying?”

And then you hear it. The piercing shriek that means life.

You watch Agatha exhale with relief above you and you yourself do the same as tears flood your eyes. Your daughter, tiny and squirming, is wrapped loosely in a blanket and handed to Agatha. She sits back down beside you on the stool, lowering her carefully so you can see her properly. 

You crane your neck to press a kiss to her forehead, lips trembling and eyes watery. And as you look at her, you’re unable to form any thought that isn’t about her.

By the time you’re brought back to your room, the sun is rising. You’re exhausted, but the sight of your daughter in your arms makes you want to stay awake for as long as you can. Agatha sits beside you on the bed, shoes kicked off and completely relaxed. One arm is wrapped around you while the other reaches down, finger brushing against the soft cheek of your newborn daughter.

“What about ‘Daphne’?” you ask quietly, not wanting to wake the baby.

“‘Daphne’?” Agatha repeats.

You look down at your daughter, smiling softly. “It was the first name that came to mind when I saw her.”

Agatha smiles, watching as the baby looks up at you both, her mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as she gurgles. “Daphne it is then.”

At nine, Agatha receives a text. “Tony’s bringing breakfast for everyone. What would you like?”

“Everyone?” you repeat.

“Oh, please,” she scoffs. “You know they’re all coming to visit this morning.”

You chuckle, “Surprise me. I’m starving. I’ll eat anything.”

By ten in the morning, your room is filled with people and the smell of breakfast foods.

“Alright,” Tony says. “We’ve patiently waited. What is it?”

“It’s a healthy baby,” you shrug, and pop a grape into your mouth as you cradle her in one arm. You and Agatha giggle together as everyone groans, but you finally give in. “It’s a healthy baby girl,” you smile.

“You owe me fifty bucks, Rogers!” Tony says.

“Wanda owes me ten,” Nat comments.

Alice hands Billy a twenty from her pocket and you sit there in shock. “You were gambling on what sex our child would be?”

“You made us wait until they were born to find out,” Nat says, shoving a piece of pancake into her mouth. “What do you expect?”

“What’s her name?” Billy asks.

Agatha sits on the edge of the bed, a genuine smile on her face. “Her name is Daphne.”

As you sit in the hospital bed wearing the fuzzy pink robe Agatha brought you, you watch your family. You watch them talk, and hear them laugh. You think back to that day in the parking lot–crying as Agatha held you, panicking because you had no idea if this was something you truly wanted or thought you could do. You think back to every moment filled with anxiety, every late night conversation with Agatha, fears spoken in the dark. 

But a weight in your arms grounds you. You look down at the tiny baby fast asleep in your arms. You look at the yellow crocheted blanket that Lilia made for her. The ducky boots that Agatha gave you on your anniversary. The frilly dresses, and the hair bows.

You questioned once if you were okay with this. But now, as you look around the room, you realize that you’re more than okay with this. You’re more than okay with the family you found, and with the woman you love, and more okay than ever with what the two of you created–your little Daphne.

[joooooniecore]

After all this time: Chapter 3

Your friends have been successful enough to drag you out of your workaholic routine for a vacation out of country.

The only problem? Your long term crush who actually used to be your best friend is also going there. And he is bringing his girlfriend, your ex-female best friend.

What could go wrong? Right?

✧˖* pairing: ex-bestfriend!mingyu x f!reader

✧˖* chapter count: master-list

✧˖* genre: ex-best friend mingyu, friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow-burn, smut.

✧˖* playlist: spotify playlist

✧˖* full work warnings: resurfaced old feelings, toxic relationship(not between the main characters), angst, confusions, resentments, past misunderstandings, a very slow burn

✧˖* explicit warnings: penetration, explicit language, cursing, bodily fluids, praising, body worship.

✧˖* author's note: wohoo! third chapter and they have finally reached the bungalow! so excited for the touring of the place! also, can you feel the tension? mingyu is a little bit of an idiot isn't he? anyways i hope you enjoy this!! --- love, artemis.

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By the time, you reached the bungalow, it was evening. Chan went forward and made some sitting arrangements in the living room for everyone to cool off before they go to their respective rooms.

The interior of the bungalow was exquisite. It was two-storied. The first floor included a large living room, which one can directly enter through the main door. The living room is decorated with a three-person sofa, which can easily fit four people and some cushioned chairs. A television was set on the mantle, surrounded with small Christmas trinkets and candles. An unused fireplace was on the left side of the room, right across a small bookshelf. The wooden shelf was laden with mostly classic books and some old magazines. The soft warm tones of the walls added to the coziness of the area.

The living room led towards a small kitchen area. You settled your bags near the sofa as you decided to wander a bit. Chan was sweet enough to give you a room tour. Being someone who was always intrigued by architecture, you loved looking into interiors of houses. Chan took you to the kitchen and explained how he used to get up on chairs to reach for snacks in the higher cabinets when he was a kid. You chuckled as you took the room in.

It was much smaller as compared to how enormous the house was. It was mostly covered in cabinets, a simple stove on the landing and some other electronic appliances situated in small nooks.

“The kitchen was built just a few years back.”, said Chan.

“When was the bungalow built?”, you asked, clearly curious about it.

“This was merely a house back when it was first built by my great grandfather. Through generations it got renovated into a bungalow but the details of the original house were kept intact for the sake of memories.”, explained Chan.

That made so much sense when you look into the other sections of the house. It looked like a mansion built in the eighteenth century but the house itself didn’t look that old. It was made to look old by putting in elements that are from the olden times.

The conversation ended with you settling on the couch to discuss the room distributions.

You sat on the farthest corner of the couch, squished between Seungkwan and Seungcheol.

“How are you feeling?”, asked Seungcheol.

“Better now.”, you softly mumbled as Seungcheol gave you a warm smile.

Your eyes betrayed you again as you continuously shifted them to Mingyu animatedly chatting with Maya. You were trying to get used to this but the old wounds were prickling to cause pain again.

“Don’t think about it.”, Seungcheol’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. He patted your head as he engulfed you in a side hug, assuring you that everything will be fine. You could feel the eyes of someone on you but you decided to ignore it and give your full attention to your friend.

“Not to belittle your emotions or anything but umm is Jeonghan your friend?”, Seungcheol asked bashfully.

Your lips curved up into a smirk as you giggled a bit.

“He is my colleague. Why?”, you asked wiggling your eyebrows.

Seungcheol fumbled a bit with the drawstrings of his hoodie as he spoke, “He is umm decent looking.”

You laughed a bit and decided to tease a bit more, “Just decent looking?”

Seungcheol hit your arm as you both chuckled and decided to focus on the discussion.

The only thing you didn’t notice this time around was how a pair of eyes cautiously watching you get cozy with Seungcheol and somehow against his own wishes, hated every second of it.

“There are in total 5 bedrooms in this bungalow.”, stated Chan.

Seungkwan nodded his head, calculating something and spoke, “Well we first send off the couple to the master bedroom.”

Maya clapped excitedly as she spoke, “Look babe we got the master bedroom.”

Mingyu smiled a bit and kissed her on the forehead.

Jihyun spoke next, “I think I will share a room with my brother.”

Seungkwan nodded and announced that he will share a room on the upper floor with Chan.

“I think I will share a room with ____.”, stated Jeonghan as he looked at you. You nodded excitedly high-fiving him.

Seungcheol gladly took the single room that was left.

And that was how it all settled. There was a single room and a double room on the same floor as the kitchen. You, Jeonghan and Seungcheol took these rooms. The rest of your friends were in the upper floor. It was somewhat a relief to you because you were not prepared to hear Mingyu with Maya all night in these thin paper-like walls. You carried your luggage to the room designated and settled everything in the wall cabinets.

The room was of decent size. There were two single beds on either side of the room with two different cabinets for clothing and a single desk. Chan had once told that when no one stays in the house, it is mostly rented out to students who study in the nearby universities. The room was designed to fit two students and just their necessities. At those times a caretaker stays in the house to keep an eye on the tenants but since they have Chan with them, no one was required.

You settled your things on your bed as Jeonghan went to the attached washroom to freshen up. You decided to snoop a little and check the books in the living room. You have always loved reading books and the big shelf had caught your attention from the very beginning. Walking up to the shelf, there were many books that intrigued you. The classics were all organized in chronological order which did something to your highly organized brain. You picked up a book and decided to read it.

It was titled ‘Agua Viva’ and mostly talked about life. The book was short but was so difficult to get into as there were many things that made you read twice.

The book was written in an odd way. There weren’t any chapters that divided the paragraphs. It was just endless writing and felt like a personal diary of someone. The author went along saying about every aspect of her life in such poetic style. The way she compared daily mundane things to poetic approaches made you even more interested in the book. You kept on reading it, letting yourself tune out every noise, every thought.

“You love books, right?”, came a voice from behind as you turned your head to find Jeonghan standing there. His wet hair signified that he has probably washed it. Jeonghan has neck-length black hair which suits him so well. You have asked him many times to get a perm but he loves his hair the way it is.

You nodded as you patted the empty space beside you, asking him to settle down.

“No. You need to shower first.”, he scolded.

You groaned but eventually stood up, keeping the book on the coffee table and said, “Yes mom.”, as you ran off before he could say something. As you walked towards your room, you saw Mingyu get down the stairs and giving you a gentle smile. You awkwardly returned it back but before he could further speak, you dashed into your room and closed the door. You heard some murmuring, most probably Mingyu chatting with Jeonghan and you went to take a shower.

After taking a long shower and wearing some comfortable clothes, it was finally dinner time. Since everyone was tired, Chan ordered some food from the nearby restaurant and you all sat in the living area once again. The soft warm light of the fireplace illuminated the entire area as everyone sat cozily, pressed against each other. You decided to sit between Jeonghan and Seungkwan. The moment you sat down, you swung your hands around Seungkwan’s back and laid your head on his shoulder.

“What’s gotten into you?”, he asked with a disgruntled sigh even though you could feel him sit straight so that you don’t strain your neck.

You both could hear Maya whine about something cutely as Mingyu tried to calm her down by saying something along the lines that he will do it.

Seungkwan subtly rolled his eyes as he whispered, “I hate her.”

You chuckled as you shushed him. Before you could say something, Jeonghan spoke, “Who are we hating?”

You sat up startled, “Why is your hearing so good?”

Jeonghan smirked as he spoke, “I am just a sucker for gossips.”

You sighed and spoke, “It’s a long story. I will tell you after dinner when we go to our room.”

As everyone devoured the food that was ordered, Seungkwan discussed about the plan for the next day’s sight-seeing. It was your first day in the beautiful place and you were extremely excited about it.

Seungcheol grumbled a bit saying how he was extremely jet-lagged and wasn’t sure if he could wake up early. Jihyun and Chan also whined about the same issue as you giggled seeing how distraught Seungkwan looked. Even though Seungkwan acts mad, you knew very well that he was tired too. He was just such a sucker for planning and plotting that he gives up his health for making others’ trip better.

You pat Seungkwan’s back as you whispered, “Let’s plan the first sight-seeing in the afternoon.”

Seungkwan thinks about it for a while taking big bites of his food and then said, “Okay. Let’s do an afternoon plan.”

Everyone cheered and hugged each other dramatically as if they got a bonus or something. Seungkwan menacingly looked at them and then pouted while looking at you. You giggled a bit pulling him in a hug.

The dinner went along smoothly after that. Everyone talking about this and that. You ignored the couple for most of it, engaging in a conversation with Chan and Seungcheol. You asked about the books on the shelf and he mentioned that they were mostly of his father’s and grandfather’s but there were few books that are owned by him. You nodded as you asked for his permission to keep the book you were reading a while ago for the length of the trip. He laughed and agreed.

After the dinner, you helped Chan and Seungcheol clean up the things. Laughing and joking about everything that happened today as you cleared out the dishes, and threw the trash. Catching up with Seungcheol felt nice as you haven’t seen him in ages. A soft cling of metal made you look behind you as you saw Mingyu enter the kitchen area to throw a can in the dustbin. He looked between you and Seungcheol and gave a soft smile which both of you returned back.

“Do you guys need any kind of help?”, Mingyu asked with his eyes fixed on you.

“No, we are done here.”, Chan answered before you could even open your mouth.

You just smiled at him and shook your head, assuring him that you were actually done with cleaning everything. Mingyu then stood there for a while and spoke again.

“I bought the celsius drinks. It’s in the fridge.”, Mingyu’s voice made you again look at him.

“Y-You packed them in your suitcase?”, you dumbly asked.

“Yes. I saw they were selling them outside of the airport and so I packed few in the bag.”, Mingyu explained with a shrug.

“Oh. That’s good.”, you said with a smile.

“They are still your favourite right?”, Mingyu finally asked.

Your heart stuttered despite you trying to calm yourself down. Mingyu has always had this annoying habit of remembering details about people around him. He has a great memory and would actually remember things you have mentioned to him barely once or twice. The fact that you almost survived on Celsius in college, obviously didn’t slip away from his mind.

“Y-Yeah they are.”, was all you could say.

That earned you a full watt smile from Minyu, as his canines made an appearance, giving him that boyish look that made your heart beat faster. He finally said goodbye as he walked up to his room. You didn’t know you were staring at his back as he left.

Seungcheol poked your sides a bit and whispered, “You are going to combust at this rate.”

Your cheeks flushed red as you glared at him and said, “It’s nothing.”

Seungcheol said teasingly, “You know I am a great observer.”

“That doesn’t help me in any way.”, you grumbled.

“Just so you know, I think he wants you in his life again. Maybe as a friend only but he does.”, Seungcheol softly explains.

“It’s not that easy.”, you said with a sigh.

“I know but you saw the way he smiled like a goddamn golden retriever when you confirmed that it was indeed your favourite drink.”, Seungcheol painfully pointed out.

“He is like that with Maya too.”, you tried to reason.

“He is not. Just so you know, Maya doesn’t like carbonated drinks.”, Seungcheol rolled his eyes.

“How do you know that?”, you looked at him.

“She was whining about it in the airport. Her voice is very hard to miss.”, Seungcheol said with a disgruntled sigh which made you laugh out loud.

“I can prove you in many ways that he wants your attention.”, Seungcheol was now smirking. You rolled your eyes as you decided to call it a day.

You weren’t exactly ready to explain everything to Jeonghan so you decided to tip toe into your shared room. You were sure that Jeonghan has definitely fallen asleep by now as you slowly opened the door, trying to not make any noise.

“Why are you entering like a thief?”, Jeonghan’s voice startled you as you fully entered the room.

“Why are you not sleeping?”, you asked.

“Because you will give me gossips!”, he said excitedly as if it’s such an obvious thing.

“Weren’t you dying to sleep while eating?”, you teased.

“Oh. That. No, I just wanted to lay my head on Seungcheol’s shoulder.”

You laughed out loud seeing how bold he is. You missed this side of Jeonghan. The side that left everyone speechless. Jeonghan always had this flirty and mischievous personality which you loved. You became friends with him just because he was that persistent. You weren’t someone who showed your light-hearted side to office colleagues but Jeonghan was different. He would nag you forever if you don’t listen to him and you were glad, he was like this. After he went into a relationship, you missed this side of him as he became more civil and calmer. The things that happened in his life over the past few years were enough to traumatize even a mentally strong person hence seeing him being his own self again, somehow made you emotional.

“Now speak woman!”, Jeonghan’s voice brought you back to the present time as you settled on his bed.

“I was in love with Mingyu in college.”, you said.

“Wow geez woman. Give me some plot to warm into.”, chuckled Jeonghan.

You glared at him as you spoke, “And Maya was my best friend in the initial years of college.”

The situation finally clicked in his brain as he spoke, “Wow that’s some cruel shit. How did that happen?”

You sighed as you said, “I have no idea. I actually decided to confess to him halfway through our college years. He was a good friend of mine and I knew how he loved grand gestures. So, I wrote him seven letters and Maya gave those to him but he never responded to them or even asked me about it. He was just ignorant or probably didn’t want to do anything with me.”

Jeonghan nodded and asked you to continue.

“I was planning to confess to him on his birthday which didn’t happen as I wasn’t even invited. After that a fight broke between me and Maya because of some other reasons and she distanced herself from me and became friends with Mingyu. They would hang out together and even walk to college together. I decided to ignore him too and that was when I met Jihyun and Seungkwan.”

Till date you perfectly remember the day you bumped into Seungkwan and Jihyun. You were in the engineering segment of the college hence you always stayed in the left wing of the campus. That particular day you woke up extremely cranky and decided to go to class a bit late. The morning classes weren’t of much importance so you took your sweet time getting dressed and decided to catch the third class of the day.

When you finally reached the classroom, your eyes couldn’t fail but notice how Mingyu and Maya were snuggled in the farthest corner of the room, probably giggling about something. You decided to ignore them as much as possible as your gut twisted into something very ugly. You felt like collapsing then and there but you steadied yourself and took seat in the front rows of the room. The class soon started and everything else turned blurry. You took notes, answered the professor correctly and even got appreciated for your good performance. You were always proud of how well you did in the subjects because that was something you could control unlike the other things happening in your life.

After class you decided to try the coffee shop in the right wing of the campus which was mostly for business and other such field students. You were in no mood of coming face to face with those two similar people so you entered the coffee shop all across the campus and took a seat. After getting your order, you decided to work a bit on your upcoming projects.

“Excuse me, is there anyone sitting with you?”, came a soft voice which clearly startled you.

You looked up to find a girl, dressed in a soft pink shirt and dark trousers. Her shoulder length hair was all tousled as if she has run up here. She waited for you to answer the previous question as she clutched onto her books.

“No. You can sit with me.”, you gave a soft smile seeing how bewildered the girl looked.

“Oh! Yes, thank you. I owe you lot!”, the girl fumbled with words as she sat in front of you and settled all her things on the table.

“Its fine. You look like you are in a hurry.”, you commented.

Her skin flushed as she ducked her head a bit and spoke, “This café remains packed during this hour and I really wanted to drink my favourite coffee and get some work done.”

You laughed a bit finding the reason legit and said, “I am ____ by the way.”

The girl stared at you a bit and said, “Oh of course! I forgot to introduce myself. I am Jihyun, from the business department, final year.”

You acknowledged the information and said, “I am from the engineering department, also final year.”

You both chatted for a bit and for the first time in a while you felt like you belonged somewhere and that someone actually talked with you, not out of pity or selfish needs. Jihyun found you extremely charming and decided to invite you on a shopping spree with her friend Seungkwan. You have had heard about him from Mingyu, clearly remembering that they were childhood friends. You hesitated a bit, not wanting to stay in contact with Mingyu in any way and also the fact that you rarely got out of your dorm for such trips. Eventually you gave in and decided to show up. And probably that’s the best decision you have ever made.

Seungkwan soon became your emotional support system and you shared everything with them. Even if he was close to Mingyu, he never brought him to any of your gatherings and also never told him anything you talked about.

Jeonghan smiled after hearing the entire story of your friendship. You beamed at the memories but then the negative ones came back you. Giving a sad smile you continued speaking.

“After we graduated, I heard from someone that they both were dating and that was it.”

Jeonghan nodded and said, “That sucks honestly but you should have at least communicated with him. He was your friend after all.”

“I was embarrassed Jeonghan. He had read my letters and did nothing about it. It seemed like I was desperate for his attention which I wasn’t. I have my own dignity.”

“So now we hate her right?”, he asked.

“Seungkwan does. Apparently, he doesn’t like her vibes.”, you said, air quoting the ‘vibes’.

Jeonghan chuckled and spoke, “Well neither do I. She has such a bitch face.”

You laughed after hearing that. You had always seen Jeonghan talk shit about people and every time it seemed to amuse you. Jeonghan has such gentle facial features, with almond eyes and soft cheeks that seeing him cuss someone out was a very entertaining sight. People often tried to take advantage of him thinking he is naïve from the way he looks. But deep down only you know what an intelligent evil menace Yoon Jeonghan is and you love it. You love your office best friend a lot.

The night soon fell as everyone settled in their rooms and went into deep slumber. You lied down in bed; eyes open wide as you tried to process everything that happened today. You were damn sure that you were over him after all these years but clearly that wasn’t the case. At that very moment you promised yourself that you are going to show them that it doesn’t bother you and that you are not the same girl who begged to have friends in her life once.

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✧˖* end notes: posting every monday! do suggest me ideas if you have any.<3

[russo-woso]

Hot shots | Mary Earps x Russo!reader

Warning vomiting, think that’s it

Summary You and Mary try a challenge with your sister and Maya, but it doesn’t go the way you’d planned it

“Mary, you’re not actually gonna make us do it are you?” You asked your fiancé, Mary, as you sat down on her bed with your sister and Maya.

“Of course I am, babe. It’s good for us.” Mary explained and you shook your head at her.

“I can’t believe this. I hate you. I really do.” You said, lying through your teeth.

How could you ever hate Mary? How could anyone hate Mary?

“That’s a lie!” Mary exclaimed, as she set up her phone.

“I know. I could never hate you.” You told her, resting a hand on her back once she’d sat down next to you.

She threw her arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Stop it.” Alessia complained, pushing you off Mary. “You two can’t go one minute without your lips touching! It’s disgusting.”

“Less, let me kiss my girl.” Mary told her, reconnecting her lips with yours.

“Your girl is also my sister and I don’t like it when you eat her face off. As much as I hate her sometimes, I would still quite like it if she had a face.”

Instead of obeying to Alessia, you and Mary looked at her before reconnecting your lips.

“My god, you two are like teenagers! You can’t go a minutes without your lips on each others.” Alessia exclaimed, diving in the middle of you both to disconnect your lips.

“Fine, fine, let’s just start the video.” You said, much to Mary’s dismay, who wanted another kiss. “You’ve got all night to kiss me.” You whispered in her ear and a smile appeared on her face.

Mary leaned forward to start the video and you nearly fell off the bed, sending Maya into a fit of laughter.

As Mary sat back on the bed, Maya still laughing, she wrapped her arms around all three of you and began talking to her phone.

“Right. Hello, everyone. We’ve got a challenge for me, Maya, Alessia, and my gorgeous fiance, Y/N, today.” Mary began, introducing you all.

“You just had to get that in, didn’t you?” You asked her, rolling your eyes.

“Of course I did, everyone needs to know that you’re mine. Anyway, It’s a weird one today. Hot shots, like the hot shots we are.” Mary continued, and started to open the packaging, handing you each one bottle.

“What’s in them?” Alessia questioned, curiously looking at the bottle.

“Why don’t you do a presentation?” Mary suggested.

“Have you kept them in the fridge?” Alessia asked, laughing as she shook her bottle.

“She has. They’ve been taking up our whole mini fridge.” You said, shaking your head at Mary.

“Orange, lemon, ginger, turmeric, and cayenne.” Alessia called out, naming the ingredients in it.

After a conversation about how to say turmeric, it was time to try them.

“Right, rumour on the street has it, it’s got to be down in one.” Mary told us

“Mary, that’s too big to do it in one. Look, it’s 100mls.” You pointed out the obvious, turning your bottle to show her.

“I can smell that from here.” Maya said, smelling the strong scent from Mary’s bottle.

“You can’t say that because Alessia eats with her nose cause she’s a weirdo. She’s done it since she was little. I mean, who eats with their nose?” You said, purposefully trying to wind your sister up.

“Shut up, Y/N, it’s not my fault.” Alessia whined, nudging her shoulder, roughly, with hers.

“Right girls, to good health. Down the hatch.”

You all clinked bottles with one another before preparing to drink it.

“I’m not doing it all in one.” Alessia stated, you nodding in agreement.

“No, we’ve got to go for it. You both got to do at least half.” Mary compromised and you and Alessia nodded, agreeing to do at least half.

“You just need to keep swallowing.” Maya suggested and you took a deep breath, preparing for the vile taste to take over your mouth.

“3, 2, 1, go.” Mary counted down and one she finished, you all started drinking it.

You took one sip, before sprinting off to the bathroom, spitting it out.

You heard Maya and Alessia laughing as you rinsed your mouth out with water.

Mary quickly followed you, making sure you were okay.

Once you’d washed your mouth, you made your way back out and into the room.

“That was fucking vile.” You exclaimed and sat on the bed. “How did you finish yours? I’d be sick if I had anymore.” You asked Maya and your fiance as you noticed their empty bottles.

Alessia on the other hand, had a half full bottle in her hand, clearly only having a sip or two missing from it.

“Do you want the rest of mine?” Alessia offered Mary and Maya, pulling a face in disgust.

“Come on, baby, can you not just have another sip?” Mary asked you, and you shook your head straight away.

“I’m gonna be sick if I have anymore. That was the worst thing I’ve ever drank.” You stated and Mary laughed before resting a hand on your lower back, rubbing it in circles.

“Come on, Less, you’ve got to finish it.” Mary encouraged Alessia, whose jaw had fallen to the floor.

“So I have to finish mine, but as soon as Y/N says she can’t finish hers it’s okay?” Alessia asked, and Mary nodded.

“Of course, I’m not having a sick girlfriend.” Mary said and you nuzzled your head on her shoulder, smirking cheekily at Alessia.

“This is so unfair.”

“You alright there, Maya?” You asked the young girl who was searching frantically for a drink.

“Maya, tell the camera what you think.” Mary suggested and Maya sat down on the bed.

“It went up my nose when I started laughing. Because your…” Maya made a gulping sound which made you giggle. “…was really loud.”

“My gulp?” Mary fell back in laughter, pulling you down with her. “I quite liked it. I didn’t find it spicy.”

“I can feel it in my throat.” You told them and Alessia hummed in agreement.

“I can too. Like just there.” Alessia agreed, pointing to her throat.

“That wasn’t bad.” Maya stated as you clapped your hands in front of Alessia’s face, startling her because she was completely zoned out.

Alessia punched your arm, and you whimpered in pain, gathering Mary’s attention.

“Alessia, don’t punch her.” Mary lectured less as you run your arm in pain.

“She started it.” Alessia fired back, sending you glares. If looks could kill, you’d be on the floor dead.

“I thought that was quite easy. Challenge complete, no? I think you two failed because you haven’t finished yours. Clearly russos aren’t good with hot shots. It’s a good thing you’ll be an Earps soon.” Mary changed the subject otherwise you and Alessia would have kept arguing.

“I can’t wait to be an Earps.” You whispered, mainly to Mary as she looked down at you smiling before pressing your lips on hers.

As much as you loved kissing Mary, it being one of your favourite things to do, this time was different.

All you could taste was the drink on Mary’s lips and tongue.

“I’m gonna throw up.” You managed to get out as you ran to the bathroom once more, throwing your head in the toilet.

Mary came and rubbed your back, comforting you.

“Fuck. I’m never having one of them again.” You told Mary as you leant your back against the wall.

“You alright, sis?” Alessia asked, genuinely concerned, a whole juxtaposition to how she normally is.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’m traumatised of kissing Mary again now.” You said, lying a bit just to see Mary’s reaction.

“What? You don’t want to kiss me again? Nope. I’m not having that.” Mary panicked, immediately grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste to wash her mouth.

“Baby, I’m joking. Calm down.” You rested a hand on Mary’s cheek, rubbing it.

“I really want to kiss you.” Mary announced and you sent her a sympathetic smile.

“Brush your teeth and then you can.”

“Oh my god. You’ve just kissed her and now you want to kiss her again. I swear to god, you’re gonna have no face by the time you get married. Do you know what? I’m gonna go call Luca. At least he’ll talk to me without someone kissing him, unlike you. I’m his favourite sister as well so I know he’ll pick up.” Alessia said, grabbing her phone and began to walk out.

“Less?” You called out and she turned to face you. “Sorry to tell you but Luca’s told me I’m his favourite.”

“Go away, Y/N.” Alessia snapped, slamming the door behind her.

Mary had erratically brushed her teeth, immediately bringing you in for a passionate kiss as soon as she had finished.

Her hands roamed your body and landed on the hem of your shirt playing with it before sliding up and over your head, your lips parting for a second before connecting again.

Mary picked you up, your legs wrapping round her hips as she attacked your neck, light moans leaving your lips.

She began walking into the bedroom but your body tensed as you looked at it.

Mary felt your body tense up and stopped kissing your neck to look up at you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Mary asked, her eyes following your gaze as hers widened.

Maya was laid on the bed, watching tv with a smile on her face, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“Maya, you fucking cockblock!”

[flightlesstrash]

been thinking about what instruments ace attorney characters would've played as band kids, and i've reached a few conclusions:

original trilogy characters:

miles edgeworth: we already know he used to play the flute so obviously that, i think he would also have learned how to play piano and violin at home. maybe he'd even be in color guard at some point!! then later on, maybe junior year and onwards, he'd be the drum major

phoenix wright: this one was tricky at first but then it hit me - he wanted to sit next to edgeworth in class so he based his decision entirely on miles' (sound familiar?) however, they never actually end up sitting next to each other because phoenix usually gets close to last chair and miles always gets first chair. maybe he joins edgeworth in color guard and ends up really good at it, becoming the captain after a year or two! the idea of him being a drum major with edgeworth is frickin adorable, i'm still unsure about it though. maybe he could help out color guard in his free time? very conflicted about this as i think he would really love being in color guard but also. they would be AMAZING drum majors together. so i'm leaning towards yes on drum major in senior year

larry butz: despite wanting to sit with edgeworth and phoenix, he thought flutes were too "girly" so he tried to learn the saxophone because he thought it would be cool and he'd have girls falling for him (i've witnessed this phenomenon many times). he could NOT make a sound on one without squeaking horrendously, though, so he ended up playing trombone instead after playing trumpet for a bit and being forced to switch because he was WAY. TOO. LOUD. (he was miserable for awhile after being switched each time, he thought he was doing amazing.....) let's be honest, he's a band drop out and switches to art once it becomes an alternative for an art credit. he still watches the band play for nick and edgey at games, though!

maya fey: this was another hard one, but i think she would play saxophone. it just fits!!! some other contenders were percussion (in the pit for marching season) and trombone or baritone

pearl fey: my initial gut reaction was flute, and while i didn't wanna choose something so blatantly obvious, i also can't ignore WHY it's so blatantly obvious. so, flute player it is (occasionally playing the piccolo for concert season)

mia fey: this one was TOUGH my goodness. i landed on bari sax but im still not completely sold, so feel free to suggest something better lol

godot: now THIS is a saxophone player if i've ever seen one. i think he knows tenor and bari, but only plays tenor for band stuff. he's usually the one who gets the solos because of course he does. he and mia play killer sax duets together for solo and ensemble :3

franziska von karma: at first i was thinking flute because she would wanna have that rivalry with edgeworth, but i think she'd actually play french horn!! she'd know piano and violin along with him anyway, so that's where the rivalry can be. maybe color guard for marching season? i think she'd like "accidentally" dropping rifles on miles during practice, hehe

dick gumshoe: TUBA. omg tuba. it's perfect. at first he wouldn't be sure what to play, so it's recommended to him because he'd be able to carry it easily and have the lungs for it. he'd fall in love with it pretty fast!

apollo justice characters:

apollo justice: trumpet. need i even say more.

trucy wright: clarinet OBVIOUSLY like this isn't even up for discussion. you could make an argument for french horn, but it's not even close. she also ends up in color guard, they basically make magic happen on the field so she'd love it! i could see her being captain of the color guard, too. when phoenix finds out, he gets all emotional and trucy gets stoked that she's following in her father's footsteps. i think she would become drum major at some point, and miles upon learning this would also become an emotional mess

kristoph gavin: this is the french horniest french horn that's ever french horned. i'm sorry i don't make the rules.

klavier gavin: he might play guitar, but not in band. he'd be a percussionist HANDS DOWN. i think he'd wanna be in drumline during marching season so he could be on the field or he'd be in color guard. in fact, scratch that first part- he's DEFINITELY doing color guard. i was also considering him being a trumpet player since he's kind of the trumpet to kristoph's french horn (god i hope that makes sense that's just so them to me), so maybe he'd play both! he's very musically inclined, after all, so him playing multiple instruments just makes sense!

investigations characters:

shi-long lang: another saxophone! i REALLY wanted to give him trumpet because he's one of my favs and i'm biased, but. c'mon. i mean, have you HEARD his theme.

raymond shields/eddie fender: don't give him saxophone don't give him saxophone don't give him saxophone WAIT. trombone. it was so obvious!!! i'm sure he learns sax at some point, but his main instrument is trombone. i could also see him playing percussion (pit for marching season) or trumpet

if you're here, ty for listening to me nerd out about this!!! more characters may be band-geek-ified in the future :>

if anyone has any ideas of their own, i'd love to hear them!!!

[fatcathappycat]

*Updated* The Boozy truths edition! (Narumitsu fic recs)

❤️🍻💙

Behold my list of 14 (11 plus 3 I've shared before) Ace Attorney fic recs featuring Phoenix and Miles and maybe (probably) more than a recommended amount of alcohol. The following fics feature alcohol being used to lower inhibitions, reveal hidden truths, and occasionally facilitate chaos. As usual, these are in no particular order, because fanfics are gifts to be enjoyed and celebrated, not ranked.

Remember kids: drink responsibly, have fun, and switch to water or grape juice to stay hydrated. Cheers!

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

1) Last Night in Phoenix by theother51

Rating: E Words: 9, 719 to read: 40 min

This one features the gang going out for celebratory drinks after 'Turnabout Goodbyes.' Featuring Waitress Triss, several rounds of Dusty Derbies, and one of the best, most loved, confession and hook-up scenes between Miles and Phoenix. <3 <3

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

2) Make your bed by SapphireWine

Rating: T Words: 1,801 to read: 8 min

One of those fics I find myself returning to again and again. It just makes me smile and my only complaint is that it is too short. I love this Miles and this Phoenix. A very loveable drunk Miles and our favourite responsible caretaker Phoenix. Featuring a bonus Pess with delicate kidneys!

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

3) pas de deux by Anonymous

Rating: T Words: 2,251 to read: 10 min

Short and poignant one-shot where Miles drunkenly processes his ‘note’ and how to move forward.

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

4) Critique by MyLittleEdgey for prospectkiss

Rating: M Words: 9, 937 to read: 40 min

"Phoenix Wright should probably know the dangers of drinking and talking to Maya, and he should definitely know the dangers of drinking and writing fanfics about Miles Edgeworth.

He apparently does not." ಠ‿ಠ 👍

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

5) A Night You'll Never Regret by MaudMoon (Idle_Wanderings)

Rating: E Words: 88,589 to read: 3.45 hours

OK, full confession: the reason why I'm late getting this list out is because I found myself rereading this fic. Once you pick it up you can't put it down.

The AA gang head to Vegas for Maggey and Gumshoe’s re-wedding where the boys get into some legendary bachelor night shenanigans. This fic is sweet, funny, creative and a bit of a case-fic to boot. File under ‘Narumitsu required readings’

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

6) In Vino Veritas by Samioli

Rating: T Words: 1, 558 to read: 7 min

"In Vino Veritas: in wine, there is truth." so how could I not include this one? Plus  it is so, so, so good! ❤️💙 x infinity!

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

7) Am I… Cute? by furnacejjohnson

Rating: T Words: 2, 173 to read: 6 min

"Edgeworth finds himself a bit drunk, a bit flustered, and a bit curious." this one could have easily fit onto my AA fics that made me LOL list. It's so much fun and literally had me laughing out loud :D

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

8) Cheers by zombiekittiez for banialuka

Rating: T Words: 2,144 to read: 6 min

Inspired by Banailuka’s art, 'Cheers' Beautiful phrasing in this one. Enjoy! ....er, I mean Cheers!

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

9) en plein air by bunnydarko

Rating: M Words: 46, 131 to read: 3 hours

Lovely 12 chapters of Miles and Phoenix getting together and enjoying the honeymoon phase a bit. Lots of good banter, drunken banter and fluff. Done just right- not too sweet.

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

10) Project: Matchmakers by WingSongHalo

Rating: M Words: 46, 131 to read: 3 hours

This is a looong fic, however, I am adding it to the list because of the pivotal 'Miles has a wee too much to drink' scene within. Also, because I think this fic might be required Narumitsu reading.

“I love y….uuuunicorns? Yeah. Sure. Them. Bye.”

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

11) apfelwein by heiiskltchen

Rating: M Words: 46, 131 to read: 3 hours

Recommended to me by bytemite on Reddit/r/Narumitsu, this fic is a good’un folks! What a rush. Incredibly charming, tender and schexy with a a dusting of angst for flavour, done right :)

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

File under shared before but worth sharing again!

12) by the book by zombiekittiez

Rating: T Words: 2, 038 to read: 10 min

BOOK CLUB + DRUNK MILES!!! What more could you ask for, really? .. (spoilers)… Hashbrowns and belly kisses of course 😚

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

13) Turnabout Sorrows by royal_subterfuge (orphan_account)

Rating: M Words: 3,098 to read: 15 min

Seriously this might be my all-time favourite fic on Ao3 (heh, ok, I have many all-time favourites), and it absolutely kills me that the author decided to orphan their account so that they can't receive our fan-love. I have come back and read this one again and again. This one takes place in Germany, with Phoenix and Miles finishing off a bottle together. There is such beautiful phrasing and imagery, allusions to the past, acknowledgement of the present, tension and release, yeah, just, just read it. You'll see what I mean. Best wishes and sincere gratitude to the author wherever they may be.

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

14) Do you trust me? by kuraintrain

Rating: M Words: 13,547 to read: 55 min

It might feel like a bit of a stretch to include this one under 'boozy truths' but I will take any excuse to share this wonderful fic by one of my favourite authors again. And drinks do play a part in the story.

Miles and Phoenix connect at a conference. The one with the ‘Rat Trial of 1508’ and one of the sweetest confession scenes ever written ❤️💙

Read and reread for wonderful banter and feels. Highly, highly recommended.

（ ^‿^）o自 ♡ 自o（^‿^ ）

And that's it for now! Do you have an Ace Attorney or Narimitsu flavoured story that fits this theme? Feel free to add it in the comments or tags!

P.S. next week is the Miles & Maya are BFFs edition!

Cheers!

[sugardreamshk]

More silly little Ace Attorney creatures!

This time it’s Maya and Mia, the most sisters ever :3 I initially was going to draw Mia with some bewbs but I didn’t feel like it fit the style.

Honestly I kinda wish they’d explore Maya’s grief with losing her sister more. Also maybe touch on the fact that Mia frequently had Maya hold evidence for her, like if it was in Maya’s position I think I would be a bit bitter about being used to hold evidence.

Anyways, if Capcom ever makes AA7 I think it would be cool if they had Mia as the protagonist and it’s set before AA1. I’m thinking like a couple of months after Dahlia murders Doug, that way we could potentially have weird girl assistant Phoenix :3

[cyandreamzaceattorney]

✦ AA girls getting boba tea ✦

A few days ago I felt like drawing Ema, Kay, Maya and Franziska hanging out and drinking boba tea, cuz I really like the idea of these four having a friendship group :-D however, I unfortunately couldn't fit all four characters in so I (mostly) cut Franziska from the pic. Sorry Fran fans! I do love her but, I wanted to draw the other three girls a bit more (cuz that's just the mood I was in) and didn't want to stray away from this specific concept as I felt really inspired to draw them walking while chatting with boba tea.

Overall I do like how this picture came out, even if I definitely rushed it a bit (I think this was mostly because I got hyped over getting time to draw again, cuz I've been busy on and off). Unfortunately I lost my favourite brush liner before doing lineart on this and halfway threw my other liner magically dried up! So that was frustrating but, I worked around it and want to regain confidence in using fine liners so kind of a useful problem lol. I also decided to change up how I draw Kay in my art style a little and I think I like it :3 And, really like the outfits I gave the girls. Even if they are simple. They're also summer outfits because Australia is once again breaking the record for hottest summer (and it's still technically spring (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)). Fun fact, Ema is wearing a striped shirt as a reference to the stripe motifs in her aai design!

Now time for boba tea hc's cuz why not XD. Maya has a Taro milk tea with the regular black pearls, because it's purple and in my mind Taro and chocolate being her favourite flavours just makes sense. Kay has a iced tea with lychee jelly (mainly cuz I didn't feel like colouring the jelly but I see Kay liking lychee), idk what flavour her tea is, but it's probably a fruit flavour cuz in my experience ice teas are often fruit flavours. I also have the random hc that whenever Kay gets boba around Miles she gets a weird combo (e.g. chocolate milk tea with green apple pearls) just to see his upset reaction lol.

Ema and Franziska also have boba, you just can see it cuz Ema has them in a shopping bag which Kay is in front of. As for flavours, Ema's is definitely chocolate milk tea cuz her snacks in the English version of the games seem to be similar to tee vee snacks (idk if tee vee snacks are a thing in us, if they aren't they are small long cookies cotted in chocolate, kinda like pocky but much shorter, but thicker and fully coated) though I can also see her getting brown sugar with black pearls. Franziska I could see getting something like the regular tea flavour (which is called "Thai tea" or "original flavour" depending on the boba shop I go to) with no pearls or jelly because in my mind she doesn't like them :P, in general I don't think she'd like a lot of sweet flavours but that's because I hc her as not liking sweet food for no logical reason, my brain has simply decided this ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Hope you all enjoy this drawing and my super austic ramble about what boba tea I think these fictional characters drink XD

Next traditional drawing will be in a new sketcbook as I'm almost finished this one (and the last pages won't be as fanart so I won't post them here). I'm shocked cuz I haven't finished a sketchbook in less than a year for several years now! But this makes sense because I drew a lot this year for several reasons :-P

[periwinkla]

Hi peri, I hope you're having a steady recovery <3.

I miss seeing your posts, and I absolutely adore your pokeattorney au. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since I saw it months ago when you posted your first pieces.

I have my own headcanons for which pokemon each character would have, and I'm delighted to inform you that I've adopted many of your own headcanons since they fit so very perfectly! I love that you didn't give random pokemon to everyone just so that they have a full team of six, each of your picks is so well thought-out.

I especially like Athena with rotom, it's perfect not only because of widget, but the color scheme works as well! I imagine that rotom lives inside widget instead of its pokeball, and it's cute to imagine widget's face as a rotom's instead!

I wanted to share some of my own headcanons, so here goes (it kind of got out of hand, I'm so sorry for sending you an essay):

● Edgeworth: instead of a dachsbun for pess, I went with absol. I was thinking that it could act as a kind of therapy dog, and it would be a valuable companion considering its ability to see earthquakes coming. I also gave gallade instead of gardevoir to him, and thought that they would work as a team to protect him from his fear of earthquakes. Absol would sense them, warn gallade and Edgeworth, then gallade would shield him with its psychic powers (make him levitate so he doesn't shake? Isolate him in some kind of psychic bubble? Idk).

I also headcanoned Edgeworth getting a reshiram some time after aai2. I think it fits, considering how much finding the truth was a theme of the investigation games.

● Phoenix: gave him zekrom to complement Edgeworth, I think it also fits considering that believing in your client no matter what is rather idealistic.

I gave him a fletchinder, pretty much only because it's fire/flying (and I'm not the biggest fan of talonflame's design), though I'm not too attached to the idea.

Instead of the magatama, I gave him a lucario (this one is very self-indulgent, compared to the others which are just a little self-indulgent lol). I imagined that lucario would look into the aura of others to determine whether they're lying or not. Shield pokedex entry also says that only trainers who have justice in their hearts can earn its trust. So your attorney having one of those could be pretty reassuring, and I imagined that some trainers within the law profession would go out of their way to catch lucarios to give off a trusting image (like Kristoph).

I also like the idea of a minccino/cinccino keeping the office clean with its tail and being the cute WAA mascot.

● Athena: I'd like her to have either a hatenna or hattrem. Hatenna senses other people's emotions, and gets overwhelmed when they're too strong. Hattrem is more or less the same, but with the addition that strong emotions feel like very loud noises to it. I imagined either one replacing widget, though it doesn't really work with rotom unfortunately. I guess hatenna/hattrem could instead refine widget's information?

I also want her to have a fighting type, considering that she susato takedown'd Apollo when they first met, and she's also pretty sporty. I'm thinking mienfoo for now, but that's subject to change. I'd be cool with a pokemon that likes running as well.

● Trucy: I thought that giving her a lopunny would be pretty funny, it would make a cool assistant for her shows.

● Kay: on top of the greninja and murkrow, I have her using a klefki. It would be super useful for breaking into places.

● Pearl: I also gave her a cleffa! I also gave trilogy Pearl a stufful, because she's deceptively strong like one, very cute like one, and the pink color scheme continues! I imagined post trilogy Pearl with clefairy and bewear.

I gave the fey clan the gardevoir line (not because gardevoir is my favorite pokemon or anything), with Pearl having ralts, Maya having kirlia, and Mia having gardevoir which then went to Phoenix. The reasoning is that each medium is given a ralts when she awakens her psychic powers, so that they can train together. I thought it would be interesting to have a gardevoir clan living in kurain village with the spirit mediums. I imagined it being a hot spot for psychic types.

I like your idea of misdreavus, especially since it has the pearl necklace like the mediums wear, so I'm also giving her one.

● Franziska: I like the idea of her having a roserade (another favorite of mine). It's got thorny whips hidden in its arms, so they'd be besties. I also imagine Franziska liking elegant, feminine looking pokemon, and roserade fits the bill perfectly.

Little Franziska also gives horse girl vibes so I was thinking of giving her a ponyta, which would be a rapidash by the time the trilogy comes around.

● Apollo: I thought of giving him loudred, but honestly I don't really like how it looks and you've convinced me that skeledirge is the better choice anyway. I still think giving him a bunny pokemon is funny, scorbunny seems fitting.

I also think he got a dragon type from Dhurke, but I haven't settled on one yet nevermind applin is perfect. It's red and looks like it has bunny ears like Apollo.

● Judge: I think having a slowpoke sitting with him during trials would be great. That it all. Bidoof with the ability unaware is also a candidate.

● Nahyuta: I like your alolan ninetales idea and propose galarian rapidash as a companion.

● Other thoughts: I thought of doing something with the swords of justice, but I was hesitant in giving phoenix two legendaries. Was considering cobalion or keldeo.

I've never actually written or communicated any of that before so I might be forgetting something. If you've read all of that then consider me very happy! I've been meaning to send you an ask for months, especially after you started having difficulty with your hands, but I was feeling so very shy and anxious about it. I'm glad I finally got around to doing it.

Feel free to answer with your own thoughts, agreements or disagreements, when you are able. No pressure of course, I hope you feel better soon!

P.S. I didn't even mention how much I adore your arstyle! The colors you choose and watercolor vibes are just delightful. Everything looks so very soft and wonderful. I can't wait to see your work once again! (Sorry for the long read)

Hello anon! Sorry for taking so long to answer ^^'

Thank you so much! I am decently better, still a long way to go but I can draw a little now. And walk without holding onto stuff.

Those are interesting headcanons! These are some of my thoughts at the moment:

Absol is an interesting choice for Edgeworth. It's referred to as the bringer of doom, so it's similar to the Demon Prosecutor moniker the newspapers gave Edgeworth.

Phoenix really does need a minccino/cinccino at the offices... It's SO dusty but I do understand I have the same problem and dust is my worst enemy haha......... maybe I need a Minccino too.

Hatenna does make sense for Athena because I imagine before her mother gifted her Widget and Rotom, she would have needed a pokémon to help her with her emotional struggles. A fighting type is also something she'd definitely have. Mienfoo is one of my favourite mons but it may be a little too elegant for her so I would go with something like Hariyama or Lucario. Or maybe it could be a fighting type from one of the Europe-inspired regions like... Pawmot? It's the only one among those that fits I think.

Trucy having at least one bunny pokémon would make sense actually! And maybe she also has a horde of Bunearies for some of her tricks haha

I completely forgot about Klefki but yes it really fits Kay.

Pearl with Stufful is a stroke of genius, it really fits her.

I imagine Franziska would have very feminine pokémon as well. Feminine and fierce. Also yes Ponyta/Rapidash really makes sense.

Apollo would need a Dragon type because of his origins, although I'm not sure which. Applin is a cute choice though. I do like Apollo with Scorbunny but I don't think Cinderace would fit, so maybe unevolved forever?

You even thought about the Judge what hahaha! But yeah I guess both of those would fit well!!

Nahyuta + Galarian Rapidash is a fine choice. I approve.

I generally refrain from giving the characters any legendaries, mostly because I can't see how they'd obtain them, and also because they tend to be generally big so unfit to live in a city, but... Something that has been swirling in my mind for a while is actually... that I think Reshiram and Zekrom would fit Miles/Phoenix very well if one wanted to make a pokémon BW AU, with a few differences of course. Like they were childhood friends, the whole Gregory thing happens, then in adulthood Phoenix sees a newpaper with Miles at one of Von Karma's / Team Plasma's speeches, so as in canon he goes 'he's not like this, I need to find out what happened' and becomes a pokémon trainer to meet him again. They battle in the end as in BW and then the final boss is Von Karma. Miles departs with Reshiram mirroring his departure after the Skye case. Just like the protag from BW does, Phoenix goes to search for him, and Franziska blames him for Miles' departure (only difference is he doesn't fake his death so it's not as dramatic). At some point they'll find each other again, maybe when Neo Team Plasma emerges and they need to unite their strengths to disband it. Perhaps I'll draw something about it in the future who knows haha

Anyway thank you again! Especially for the very very kind words <3 And if you want to send asks, don't hold back! I'm happy to read and answer them! :) (and believe me when I say that because I don't like fake pleasantries, they're wastes of time to me, so really, don't hold back!)

[taylor-titmouse]

Shrinking Violet is out! another of @petitemortality R/L Monroe's wonderful erotic shorts, with another cover by yours truly >:) i've been saying it on nearly every promo post i make for this but if you're one of the people who has wanted me to write f/f, you're legally obligated to read this one. below is the sales copy, and then below that some discussion of the process for designing the cover!

Nobody at college knows that shy, nervous Maya had a 'bad boy' reputation in high school - and Maya is the only one who knows tough, rebellious Nasrin used to be a sweet-tempered teacher's pet. Mutual attraction is rekindled when their paths cross again, but the two find their old dynamics have been flipped on their head. Maya finally knows what she wants, and Nasrin is bold enough to give it to her...that is, if she can bring herself to ask. Will their first time be perfect the second time around? 7k words, EPUB and PDF format. This is the second in the Fuck Yourself Friday series of shorts. New stand-alone erotic stories are released on the last Friday of every month. FYF 1: Go Fuck Yourself These stories contain explicit sexual content, and are intended for 18+ audiences.

Contains: -F/tF -transfem sub -outdoor sex -praise kink -soft penis stimulation -non-penetrative sex

THUMBNAILS

this one was very straightforward with the request: "the image I have in my mind for a cover is someone's fingers knotted in a skirt spread out against wildflowers. but more in the sort of gripping your own skirt gently kind of way, somewhere between anxious and excited if that makes sense. I'm thinking like you know the classic soft grunge tumblr aesthetic photo vibe. type of shit you'd post next to a closeup of a skinned knee in long socks"

very easy instructions to follow! so while i usually prefer to do 3 thumbnails, i only ended up with 2. there's only so many ways you can depict a hand on a skirt, after all. and we decided that we wanted to continue with the style i established with the first one, with silhouettes, lineless art, and bold textures. we liked the first one more, but wanted to get some leg in there.

i proposed adding black pantyhose to the narrative to make it work on the cover (i have changed prose to match what i drew for illustrations Many times) but we went with bare leg in the end

FINISHING

so i didn't actually do a sketch for this one, just went straight to rendering. as we all know i use gradient maps a lot in my work, so i gave lee a choice between a bright, springy palette, and a wetter, darker palette. i also offered it with the border, or with the skirt going over it. personally i like the skirt going over it, but the border keeps it consistent and more book-cover-y, so we went with that. lee chose the darker palette, which suits the story much better

but the font didn't fit! too vintage for the story, which takes place in modern day.

fonts time :^)

we went with the third option for the contrast. and also added a raindrop to the flower (which got moved to the right petal in the final draft). gently touching petals, wetness, This Is Yuri.

and the final result is as above!

anyway you should all read this story, it's incredibly sweet childhood-best-friends-to-lovers and in itself a love letter to trans femininity. i highly recommend it, and it's only $3!

go and get it!

[bookish-afrolatina]

AfroLatine Authors by Bookish AfroLatina

A few folks have asked me for book recommendations by and about AfroLatine folks so here are some amazing authors I want to introduce y'all to:

Romance:

Adriana Herrera (Dominican) She's one of my favorite authors of all time! Herrera writes both Contemporary and Historical Romances with nuanced, fun, and tender characters and plenty of heat.

A.H. Cunningham (Panamanian) I'm just starting to get into her books but I already know I need them all! The chemistry! The heat!

Mia Sosa (Puerto Rican & Brazilian) My first introduction to Mia Sosa was The Worst Best Man which was messy in the best ways. I love the scenarios she puts her MCs in!

Young Adult Fantasy

Julian Randall (Dominican) He has a lot of range! I've read 3 out of his 5 books and each one has opened me up to processing my own identity and experiences.

Maya Motayne (Dominican & Guyanese) Her series is gripping and fascinating. It surpassed my expectations!

Young Adult

Maika & Maritza Moulite (Haitian) Dear Haiti inspired me to learn more about the Haitian Revolution! I haven't read their second book yet but I'm very excited for The Summer I Ate The Rich.

Jessica Parra (Guatemalan & Cuban) This beautiful soul sent me her work last year. I read and loved Rubi Ramos, so I expect I will probably enjoy The Quince Project as well!

Literary Fiction & YA

Camille Gomera-Tavarez (Dominican) High Spirits knocked me off my feet! The stories were so real but also used elements of Magical Realism.

Elizabeth Acevedo (Dominican) Another of my favorite authors! Acevedo's books give me a sense of belonging and warmth every time I read them.

Ibi Zoboi (Haitian) Zoboi writes in many genres but I've only read her YA so far. Her voice is powerful and her characters have strength through their vulnerabilities.

Books listed on my website: https://www.bookishafrolatina.com/blog

What AfroLatine authors do y’all recommend?

[ID: Slide 1-Gabby smiles behind a copy of An Island Princess Starts a Scandal. Text: AFROLATINE AUTHORS. I WANT TO SHARE WITH Y'ALL. Background is light purple with white stars. Slide 2-TEXT: ROMANCE. ADRIANA HERRERA. Adriana poses in black rectangular glasses and a burgundy top with her hair in short honey curls. 9 of her book covers surround her and a small Dominican flag sits below her. Slide 3-TEXT: ROMANCE. A.H. CUNNINGHAM. The author smiles in a floral top/dress and honey-colored braids. Below her sits the Panamanian flag. 9 of her book covers surround her. Slide 4-TEXT: ROMANCE. MIA SOSA. The author smiles in a denim top, dark rectangle glasses, and dangly earrings. Her dark brown/black hair is in short curls. Slide 5-TEXT: YA FANTASY & SPECULATIVE FICTION. DANIEL JOSÉ OLDER.  9 of her book covers surround him with a small Cuban flag below him. The author poses in the middle with a dark blue hat and gray shirt. Slide 6-TEXT: YA FANTASY, POETRY & ESSAYS. JULIAN RANDALL. The author laughs with his eyes closed. His hair and facial hair are black/dark brown. He's wearing a red and black jersey. Below hit, a small Puerto Rican flags sits and he is surrounded by 5 book covers. Slide 7-TEXT: YOUNG ADULT. FANTASY. MAYA MONTAYNE. Maya smirks with her dark hair in curls and wearing a dark green v-neck top. Below her, the Guyanese and Dominican flags sit above her three books. TEXT: MAIKA MOULITE & MARITZA MOULITE. The authors pose back to back. Maika smiles in her red lipstick, a tan fitted dress, and is bald. Maritza smiles in dark red lipstick, a blue, red, and white striped dress, and her black hair extends below her shoulder. Above them sit their 3 books and below them is the Haitian flag. Slide 8- TEXT: LITERARY FICTION & YA. CAMILLE GOMERA-TAVAREZ. The author poses with her hand under her chin. She wears her shoulder-length, dark brown hair in tight curls with 2 braids framing her face. She has dangly earrings and dark pink lipstick. Below her are a small Dominican flag and her two books. TEXT: JESSICA PARRA. The author poses in a pink tank top with her dark brown/black hair in loose curls reaching her shoulder blades. Her two books sit above her and mini ‎Guatemalan and Cuban flags flank her name. Slide 9-TEXT: LITERARY FICTION, POETRY & YA. ELIZABETH ACEVEDO. The author wears her honey brown, curly hair out and a patterned orange and purple top. A dominican flag sits below with 5 book covers surrounding her. Slide 10-TEXT: YA/MIDDLE GRADE & MORE. IBI ZOBOI. The author poses with her hand under her chin. She has her dark hair in short coils, large cat eye glasses, and a turquoise, orange, and cream top. The Haitian flag sits below her and 7 book covers surround her.]

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

max of each, please!

That would be a fuck ton of words, so instead, I shall do 200 for each <3

200 for 🪷

---

How much of that can he actually explain? He can’t tell her about Buck. Can he? No. No, that’s up to Dad. 

“Uh, Tia Adriana moved here,” Chris says. “So I see her a lot more than I used to.”

“Oh,” Mom nods. “Adriana. That’s nice. She was so young when I… When I moved out here.”

“She has a daughter,” Chris says. “Maya.”

“Wow,” Mom says. 

Chris realizes none of that was about him. So, not at all what she asked. 

“Uh, do you still surf?” She asks, when Chris doesn’t say anything for a second. “You were in all those surfing lessons when… You know.”

When she was suddenly and horribly killed? Yeah. He remembers.

“No,” Chris shakes his head. “Uh, I had this thing with the ocean for a bit, so… So I stopped. I’m over it now, but I never got back into it.”

“Like an accident?” Shannon asks. 

Chris shakes his head. “Um… A tsunami hit Santa Monica Pier.”

Mom’s mouth drops open. “Shit, are you kidding?”

Huh. He didn’t know she swore. Probably didn’t swear around him, he guesses. 

---

200 for ⚫

---

Her friend, who Buck thinks is probably aiming for something more, climbed over the fence, trying to retrieve the bracelet and the squirrel. Now all three are stuck. The bracelet has sunk, actually. It’s probably a lost cause. 

The kid stuck in the tar is named Isaac. Luckily for Isaac, he’s flat on his belly. He’s given himself a lot of surface area, which is to his advantage. If he was feet down, he might be a goner. However, he’s struggling to keep his chin out of the tar. If his face sinks, they’re in trouble. If he aspirates it, they’re in trouble. 

“First order of business is stabilizing his head,” Chim says after they cut through the fence and carefully skirt around the edges of the tar pit.

“First order of business,” Bobby corrects, “is that none of you fall in. Okay? Do not take any unnecessary risks.”

That last comment seems specifically directed at Buck. He’s not sure why. Ravi is right there and also clumsy. Buck definitely will not fall into the tar. Another hazard? Sure. Maybe he’s the likely candidate for injury. But not this one. He has researched this phenomenon and knows what it did to mammoths and direwolves and so on.

---

200 for 🩸

---

“Driving on the very road that leads to SoCal Lab,” Harry says.

May’s expression drops. “What?” 

“I mean, maybe she’s just out for a drive, but…”

“When have we ever known her to do that?” May asks. 

“My thoughts exactly,” Harry says. 

“What do we do? What do we think she’s doing?” May asks. The question and the stress that accompanies it send her into a coughing fit. 

This is incredibly frustrating. May does not have the mental capacity to deal with this today. She needs to sleep and barely be human until she’s better. She can not chase her grief-crazed mothner down to the lab where her stepfather died. She’s just not up for it. Tomorrow, she swears. She can do it tomorrow. 

But tomorrow Mom might be in prison.

“You are too sick to do anything,” Harry says. “Can I borrow your car? I’ll go after her.”

And if May were in her right mind, she might realize that this would not lead to any good. That Mom and Harry butt heads in the way a nuclear bomb butts heads with a test zone. But in that moment, she’s just relieved she’s not the one taking care of it.

---

200 for 💔

---

Buck looks at him, surprised.

Yeah. Be surprised. Eddie is about to try something.

“You know, Bobby and I had to do this crazy ferris wheel rescue. The thing was falling into the sea. Bobby said he’s never seen anything like it.”

Buck looks at Eddie, wide-eyed, like Eddie invoked a demon or something. He looks distressed. Eddie recognizes the expression. He made it when Eddie told him that he had feelings for him.

Diane looks between them, assessing the temperature of the room. There may be a fire above them, but it’s frosty.

“Who’s Bobby?” She asks. 

Buck’s mouth twitches. 

“Our former captain,” Eddie answers. “He was the one who saved the passenger in the sinking plane. He was the one who saved Buck from the bomber.”

“Eddie,” Buck rasps. His tone is pleading. 

“Did something happen to him?” Diane asks cautiously.

“He died in April,” Eddie says quietly. 

Diane sucks in a sharp breath. 

“God, I’m so sorry.”

Buck looks away. He looks at the wall. He looks at anything but Eddie.  Eddie feels a surge of frustration. This is just like then. Buck wouldn’t talk to him then, and he won’t talk about any of it now.

---

200 for 📸

---

Penny confirms. “But I didn’t stay up to midnight. I was too sleepy.”

Eddie smiles. “That’s okay. I wish I was asleep at midnight.”

“Hey!” Buck calls, walking down the hall to greet him. Eddie steps forward to kiss him hello. “Rest of your shift go okay?”

Eddie shrugs. “Lots of parties.”

“I’m shocked,” Buck chuckles.

“You got to go to parties at work?” Penny gapes.

“Not quite,” Eddie says. “I had to go help people who were being too silly at parties.”

Penny wrinkles her nose. “That sounds boring.”

“It was,” Eddie agrees. He looks at Buck. “Where’s Chris?”

“In the guest room,” Buck says. “He was just getting changed. He’s a little off this morning.”

Eddie nods. He figured. 

“I’ll go talk to him.”

Buck kisses him again. “Sounds good. Breakfast is ready for you in the kitchen.”

“And I am starving,” Eddie replies gratefully.

But first, Chris.

Eddie walks down the hallway that leads to the guest room. He passes Buck’s open doorway, but hardly notices anything about the room. He’s too focused on his son. 

The door to the guest room is shut. Eddie knocks.

“Hey, Chris?” He says. “Can I come in?”

---

200 for ☠️

---

Buck and Eddie are a little surprised to see Bertie when Chim walks out the door with the baby carrier.

“Is he experiencing any crow related troubles?” Eddie asks. 

“It was this or give him kid cooties,” Chim says. “Do you want some anti-vax gymnastics prodigy giving my son super measles, Eddie?”

Eddie blinks. “Is that a concern?”

“You never know!” Chim says, buckling Bertie in. Afterwards, he slides into the middle seat beside the carrier. He and Ravi will be cozy back here.

“No, I like it,” Buck says. “Quality uncle-nephew time. Come on, kid. Find out why the birds hate your Uncle Buck!”

Eddie nods sagely. “A piece of family lore to pass down for generations.”

▪️▪️▪️

Ravi seems less surprised to see the baby, for some reason.

“Hello, baby,” he nods across the back of the car at Bertie when they pick him up. 

“Maddie needed me to take him,” Chim explains.

Ravi shrugs. “That’s cool. I like babies.”

And they leave it at that. 

▪️▪️▪️ Madame Mollard lives in a tiny, Spanish-style home in Glendora, not far from Rubel Castle. Which, of course. Why wouldn’t the medium with the pretentious name live near the weird looking castle? Who’s across the street? The family of occult leaders? Why the fuck not?

---

[mayakern]

hey maya! i’m a big fan of your stuff and i have a growing collection of skirts and some pins of yours ^^ i was just wondering, the first skirt i have from you is a cotton blend, (the peony print) and all the others i’ve bought since then are synthetic. i really much preferred the cotton, even with some pilling after wear (though that’s likely on me for not following the wash instructions-) though the synthetic fabric is much lighter when i put things in the pockets the waistband droops, which is kind of disappointing.. anyway, tl;dr, i know you switched manufacturers, but why material?

i’m glad you like my work!

as i said this morning, the old manu skirts were a polyester jersey. this did mimic cotton jersey to a certain extent, but it was always polyester and this was always listed clearly on our store (pretending it was cotton would actually be illegal if we had done that).

you can also read that post to see why we made the switch.

additionally, different manufacturers have different materials they will and won’t work with based on their access and their standards. there are a lot of fabrics our factory won’t work with for either reason. for example, they refuse point blank to make or work with jeans material because it is so bad for the environment.

for your future edification, in general, if you see a garment that is made by a small business and uses that large amount of custom printed fabric and is priced at $50-60 and is claiming to be cotton, in all likelihood they are either lying about the material, they are using suspiciously cheap labor, they are taking an incredibly thin profit margin that isn’t sustainable for most businesses, or the material may contain harmful substances like lead or pfas in order to drive the price point down.

custom printed cotton made with ethical labor is incredibly expensive and custom printing is necessary to achieve our more unique hem design patterns. repeating patterns can be roll printed and this is cheaper but has a higher minimum order requirement and tbh i would still recommend using your best judgement to see where money has been saved in the production process:

does the garment use less fabric or fewer stitches?

are there raw hems?

if you pull on one thread in a seam, does the whole seam unravel?

does it have stretch material, which is harder to sew but fits more bodies, therefor requiring fewer returns?

does the garment require few or no specialty sewing techniques, like sewing elastic or buttons or gussets or darts? (these drive price up a LOT)

was the garment made in china, which does not require the business to pay the same import tariffs that are charged on garments imported from other countries?

does the manufacturer have any certifications for ethical labor, environmental impact, or quality/non-harmful materials?

all of these have a significant impact on a garment’s price

as for the skirt being a bit loose, i recommend using waist tighteners like these if you want a snugger fit.

anyway i’ve answered this question and ones similar to it many times in the past and we have specifically answered this like 3 times in the past 2 days, so this question can take a break—if not forever, then for a significant portion of time. hope this clears up some things for you!

[sapphicwriter-maya]

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it's important to me that I maintain anonymity on here, but you may call me Maya

I am:

• ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS FROM DOMMING

• 19 years old

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DMs are open to mutuals only! I try to reply quickly but I am generally quite busy 😘

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kinks:

• praise, degradation, impact play, bondage, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, consensual somno, humiliation, gentle cnc/free use

limits:

• r@pe kinks, anything overtly masculine including terms like daddy or cock, heavy degradation, violent sex, breathplay, breeding kink, ABDL, extreme pet play, dumbification, scat, blood, etc

that's all for now, I'll update as I see fit!

[lizmedi]

So The New Writers are the Problem???

(Im sorry if this doesn’t really make sense)

⚠️Spoiler warning for those who haven’t seen Season 6!⚠️

So Season 6 has started and is the start of the show’s 2nd arc after 10 years. Due to the software they were using (Maya Animation) being outdated and stopped working, the animation has changed from the previous seasons we know and is now being animated entirely by Dwarf Animation Studio. Some of the characters designs have changed and everything had to be redone done from scratch.

Now with season 6 airing and the first episode that was aired was Episode 2 “The Illustrhater” which basically shows Marinette struggling with couple things with Adrien.

This doesn’t make sense like now she doesn’t know how to hold Adrien’s hand, engage in simple conversation with Adrien, and doesn’t know how a relationship works all of the sudden nor knows how to go on a date alone with him. It’s very inconsistent with season 5, the episode makes it seem like they have just started dating when they’ve been dating for a few months now in-universe so they should be more comfortable with each other at this point.

Now let’s get into “Sublimation” Episode 3.

So Marinette is on the balcony spying on Adrien and a new character named Sublime with binoculars. She’s wondering how they don’t talk when they’re running as she thinks it’s impossible. Alya is next to her and suggests to Marinette that she thinks Marinette is a little jealous of Sublime which Marinette denies. Now we see her in her room pulls down some calendar of pictures and information about Sublime (more than likely from the internet) she talks about how she thinks she will never be able to measure up to her and thinks that the friends of Adrien should be her friends to and thinks that it only takes one time for her to make a good first impression so Alya leaves her to it and leaves.

All episode, Marinette is trying to be friends with Sublime and follows pretty much everywhere instead of you know, just walking up to her like a normal person and asking her if she wanna be friends 🤦‍♀️.

This doesn’t make sense. She has never done this with any other character nor as far as we know, never had a problem with making friends. Also why is Marinette still having this jealousy problem, this should’ve been over in Season 5, why regress her character into her unhinged s1 self, it’s like she feels so off in her own show like what the hell?

She tries to find multiple of ways to be her friend like getting her chopsticks, trying to get her a string for her instrument, etc. All of these things like it’s so confusing.

Now let’s get into that Adrien and Sublime scene

Adrien and Sublime are in Ancient Greek class and they’re talking and Sublime tells Adrien

Sublime: “Don’t turn around, there’s a girl with pony tails behind you hiding behind a plant, could she be your girlfriend by any chance?”

Adrien: “Yeah, that description sounds fitting “.

Marinette behind the plant goes

Marinette: “he’s talking to her, she’s talking to him which means they’re talking! Could Adrien have lied to me?”

Tikki: “maybe because they’re in the same class”

Marinette: “Oh no, they’re speaking code, which means no one could understand them”

Marinette, girl. It’s called human interaction omg.

Sublime asks why has Marinette been following her around all morning and Adrien respondes with “ Oh, don’t worry about that, I think she just wants to be friends and get to know you but, it’s not always that easy for her”

Uhm really writers, wdym “Not easy for her?” As I can recall she never had any problems with making friends before this but sure.

Sublime goes “How unique” and Adrien replies with “ That’s Marinette for ya” um no. It’s called inconsistent writing choices.

Now we’re going to the bathroom and locker room scenes.

So now Sublime is putting her prosthesis on and Marinette is outside the locker room saying

Marinette: “ She’s been in there for 20 minutes hasn’t she? Maybe she’s encountered a problem? Yes, yes, she probably needs help from a friend, Im going in.”

Tikki: “Wait, Marinette!”

Marinette: “ What is it?”

Tikki: “We don’t even know why we’re here.”

Marinette then goes “Alya was right from the beginning, I’ll talk to her, hide Tikki” well duh!

She goes inside the locker room, wonders where she went and as she looks for her, she finds Sublime’s prosthesis and she goes

Marinette: “An Akumatized vilain disintegrated Sublime, leaving only her prothesis behind”

She then tries to transform until Tikki stops her with

Tikki: “ Marinette! Maybe there’s a more logical explanation”

Tikki. Thank you.

Marinette goes inside the bathroom and then Sublime comes out the stall then Marinette slides into one of the stalls then Sublime gives herself some kind of pet talk or whatever

Sublime: “ I know you’re in here. I know you’re hiding, lurking in the shadows, ready to leap out and stop me from winning. But I won’t let you! When you come, I will be ready, and I will overcome you. No one can stop me from getting what I want. Especially not you!”

Sublime, girly are you talking to demons?

Once Sublime walks out the bathroom, Marinette slides out the stall and thinks this is about her and says

Marinette: “She’s hates me because she can’t have what she wants. What does it mean? She’s in love with Adrien!”

Man what😐🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Writers I thought we were over this in Season 5, just plain stupid.

So now Marinette’s back in the locker room and says this

Marinette: “ She’s coming back to overcome me!”

So then, Marinette grabs a mop and gloves and spills a bucket of water and soap and is dressed in some ridiculous outfit and Sublime comes inside the locker room and sees Marinette

Marinette: “ Hahaha! Im Soapnator and not at all Marinette Dupain-Cheng! I hate dirt and clean everything in my path!

So Marinette basically pretends to be akumatized in this scene however Sublime is not falling for it not one bit.

Sublime: [Walks into the soap] “Listen, Marinette or soapenator, I’ll happily have a chat with you after my trial, okay? I really don’t have time now, so wait for me here. Do not move and do not follow me!

So then Marinette decides to transform into Ladybug to prove that her as Marinette was akumatized for real 🤦‍♀️.

Save my girl Marinette from this show, Marinette baby, I’m sorry these writers are doing you this way, I know you would never do anything like this had there be better writers in that room😔 it’s not you, it’s them who I’m mad at, you and the rest of the characters deserve so much better😕🫶🏾

Now we’re on to the track scene

So Sublime is getting ready to run but before she runs, her dad, Séverin goes to fix her right prosthesis and then her mother, Caroline tells her that she’s her champion and that she’s Sublime.

Now Sublime is now about to start her run and as she’s running, soap starts to come from the prosthesis, nothing happens until Ladybug shows up in front of Sublime and asks “where is the akumatized villain? Where is Soapenator?” And this distracts Sublime and causes her to fall and break her prosthesis.

Writers wtf.

Sublime goes

Sublime: “ Everything’s okay, Ladybug. It’s just Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Well fucking great, another one of Marinette’s obsession issues leading to trouble just for cheap drama🤦‍♀️.

Ladybug: “ Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

Sublime: “ Yeah, she’s a girl from my school. She pretended to be akumatized and disguised herself as soap-bucket-ator or something. My friend Adrien explained that whenever she likes someone, she starts to act peculiar. Which means she likes me, I guess. So, there’s no danger. Im not hurt. Everything is find.”

This is when Ladybug realized she fucked up.

Caroline is trying to ask Bob Roth for a second chance but Bob is like “Time is money” and then Caroline gets akumatized into Sublimation.

Then we have the fight bla bla bla

As the fight happens, Sublimation is saying to Ladybug that she ruined Sublime’s trial in which Ladybug is apologizing and that it was an unfortunate misunderstanding and tells her to reject the akuma and promises she will fix everything. All that, all that, Sublimation throws Ladybug into something.

This episode basically points Ladybug as the villain and then in the middle of the fight, her lucky charm is a mirror which calls her out.

Instead of Sublimation being the villain since she’s akumatized, it’s Ladybug, she’s the villain of this episode due to her fucked up mistake and the Miraculous Ladybugs not only fixed the damages caused by the villain, it also fixed Sublime’s prothesis which is new.

Ladybug then apologizes to Sublime for ruining her race

Ladybug: “ I sincerely apologize Sublime, if I hadn’t shown up, you would have finished your race, your prothesis would still be intact, and your mom would never have been akumatized. “

Ladybug: “ Miraculous Ladybug!” [Fixes the things caused by the villain and fixes Sublime’s prothesis]

Hey, she apologized so I will give her that.

Once Ladybug and Chat Noir left, Sublime finished her race and all that stuff.

And now we’re back in the locker room

Sublime walks inside the locker room and Marinette apologizes

Marinette: “ Im sorry Sublime, I should have just come talk to you. But I was afraid I wasn’t good enough. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Sublime: “ Apology accepted. I know what it’s like to put pressure on yourself. Is it true you wanna be my friend? “

Marinette: “ How did you know?”

Sublime: “ Adrien told me.”

Marinette: “ Then you two talk while you’re running?”

Sublime: “ Not while we’re running. It impacts the breathing. But outside of that, of course Adrien and I talk.”

Okay they make up yeah yeah and end card show Adrien, Marinette, and Sublime having ice cream.

Whoever wrote this episode either hasn’t watched all of season 5 or clearly has something against Marinette.

This is more than likely a writing issue more than anything with the new writers which is why I’m choosing to count this and ep2 and 4 as not canon as it doesn’t make sense with season 5 and shows that they don’t know Marinette’s at all.

Now Episode 4, “Daddycop” (hate that name ugh🤦‍♀️)

So Marinette plans to have her 100th kiss with Adrien on the same day her and the girl group have the sleepover at her house.

In the cafeteria, Marinette pulls Adrien to the side and do some measurements and stuff and Adrien goes to kiss her but she insists that he kiss her on the cheek as she wants to save that for their surprise evening.

The girls are basically talking about what they’re going to bring to the sleepover and brings it to Marinette’s attention and it seems like Marinette has forgot and then drags Adrien away.

Now about Sabrina

Sabrina is sitting alone in the cafeteria as she has no friends and Zoe notices that, so she tells the girls to go without her, they leave and then she walks over to Sabrina.

Zoe asks Sabrina if everything is okay and if she needs to talk. Sabrina replies with

Sabrina: “ It’s just that I’ve lost my only friend. Even though I know Chloe didn’t really care about me, now I’m trying to make new ones, but I just can’t seem to. When I see all of you, it’s clear to me that I don’t belong in your group. And why would I? I was so mean to everyone. Deep down, I always knew none of it was right. But I genuinely love Chloe. I thought she’d change eventually. I know it took me too long to find the courage to stand up to her and know I’m paying the price. You girls will always see me as Chloe Bourgeois’s minion. Maybe I should leave, go to a different school just like she did.”

Zoe then tells Sabrina that she’s not Chloe’s minion anymore and that she knows how much courage it took and then asks her if she would like to come to a movie night at Marinette’s.

Sabrina then goes to say that Marinette would never want her there as she was Chloe’s favorite victim and both of them bullied her for years but Zoe says that Marinette’s a great girl and tells Sabrina that she will say yes.

Now back to Adrien and Marinette

So now we see Adrien and Marinette outside with Marinette doing his measurements. Adrien asks Marinette if she has forgotten about movie night with her friends and Marinette denies again and talks about it’s a surprise and says “why have to choose between bffs and boyfriend when you can enjoy both at the same time!” However Adrien refuses and goes

Adrien: “When you decide to do things with people it’s to spend time with just them Im not sure your girls movie night would feel special to them if I was there for a romantic evening at the same time, that’s why I’m not coming “

Adrien the man you are🥰

Marinette then goes to that bathroom saying that it would be a complete disaster if Adrien didn’t come and all that yeah yeah yeah then Marinette’s says that if she could get the girls to agree, she can change Adrien’s mind.

Now to the girls

The girls are sitting at some table in class and Zoe walks to them and ask them if they would if they invited one more person over to the movie night. Alya says “Totally, expending our group is a cool idea “ and the rest of the girls were also with and said they would invite others and Zoe went that she would invite Sabrina and the girl were kinda eh yeah no.

Alya: “I mean there’s already a lot of us and uh Marinette’s room is so tiny”

Juleka: [idk what she said only heard beds]

Mylène: “And after everything she and Chloe did to us”

Zoe: “Girls Chloe was the problem.”

Kagami: “Well Sabrina was her hitch girl “

This is funny because Kagami barely even knows Sabrina lmao

Zoe goes on to say that without her, they wouldn’t be free from Chloe today and now she’s all alone (womp womp) Alya tells her to ask Marinette since it’s her place after all.

Zoe sweetie I love you and all but girl you haven’t been here enough to know the extent of Chloe and Sabrina’s bullying as you’ve only been in Paris for like 6-7 or so months

Zoe leaves the class and sees Marinette and asks her if she has seen Sabrina and Marinette says yes and then Zoe goes on to say if they could do something for and Marinette goes yeah for sure. Marinette then goes inside the class alongside with Zoe and asks the girls if they would mind having an unexpected guest who doesn’t fit the definition of the girlfriends group joining the movie night and the girls agreed.

Zoe took that as Marinette talking about Sabrina (in reality she wasn’t)

Miscommunication omg

Marinette tries again to try to change Adrien’s mind and get him to go to the movie night but he refuses once again lol.

Adrien: “Marinette, this 37th idea isn’t going to change my mind either.”

Marinette: “But the girls agreed.”

Adrien: “No matter how you plan it, you won’t really be with your girlfriends or with me. Let’s just see each other tomorrow. It’s no big deal. Enjoy your evening with your friends.”

Once again, Adrien being the green flag he is💚

Adrien kisses Marinette’s cheek and leave then Sabrina goes up and hugs and thank Marinette in which she’s confused.

And Marinette still has the 100 decorations up even when he said he wasn’t coming. Girly I love you but girl come on, one day won’t hurt baby, my favorite weird delusional girly🥰 I love you🥰💗

The girls feel like something is off and not adding up with the decorations and stuff. Alya goes to check on Marinette on that balcony and Marinette’s acting like nothing’s going on and then the door bell rings in which Marinette assumes it’s Adrien so girly defines the laws of physics and goes to the door and opens it just to see Sabrina.

Marinette: “Sabrina? What are you doing here?��

Sabrina: “Im here for movie night.”

Marinette: “But who invited you?”

Sabrina: “You did.”

Marinette: “What? No, I invited Adrien “

Miscommunication on both parties. Marinette should’ve been a little more attentive and Zoe should’ve been a little more specific.

The girls are rightfully confused with Marinette on the balcony which is justified because why would you bring your boyfriend to a GIRLS night? You got every other day to hang out with him so I don’t feel bad for Mari in this instance since he literally told her that he wasn’t coming and she still got her hopes up and still did the 100th thing so that’s completely on her, she did that to herself.

Had she been more listening and less Adrien obsess and Zoe would’ve um yk been specific, none of this would’ve happened.

(Also she wasn’t mean to Sabrina at all, she was just confused (Again, this wouldn’t had happened if she had just listened to Zoe) plus Sabrina doing one good thing doesn’t make them friends nor erase her participation in bullying either)

Roger gets akumatized yeah yeah (Lila is so kind😍)

The akuma fight happens yeah yeah okay then Miraculous Ladybug yay ok next

Now we’re back to Marinette’s room and we get apologies from both Sabrina and Marinette

Sabrina: “I would like to take this time to apologize to all of you. I know I wasn’t always nice to you girls, but I’ve changed. And if you’ll accept me, of course I’d be happy and proud to be your friend.”

Marinette goes on to say that everyone makes mistakes and tell Sabrina that she was a victim of Chloe too and Marinette then apologizes as well

Marinette: “And I too wanna apologize. I’ve been focusing so much on my relationship with Adrien that I forgot to give my attention to the ones who really needed it. I promise, I will be more attentive from now on.”

Sabrina is officially welcomed to the friend group and all that stuff.

And then Adrien and Marinette share their 100th kiss😍💗

Okay now let’s talk about the inconsistent writing in these episodes because there’s a lot especially with Marinette

So it was said that season 6 has gotten new writers for this season in which they write the scripts while the previous writers write the narrative arcs. Episodes 2,3,and 4 are written by the new writers which kind of explains a lot of Marinette’s cringe behavior and her being like her season 1 self alongside with other inconsistencies with the writing itself (which this falls to the new writers either not knowing Marinette’s character as of season 5.) The new writers seem to only know mlb on a surface level and the writing for s6 started when s5 was still airing.

However, in “Werepapas”, Ep 5, Marinette seems to be aligned with her s5 self and the episode is written by Thomas and Sébastien. There’s no cringe behavior from Marinette nor is she being crazy about Adrien unlike the previous episodes, she actually seems to act like a normal human being in this episode and play the role of a supportive girlfriend. So I would say that Marinette’s behavior is more of writing issue than a character issue.

And that’s all I have to say ☺️