#i would ask someone for help but i can't really think of anything that would really help

[naamahdarling]

I agree. I've been thinking about this so much, and I'm so frustrated with it, because there's a point at which I have to concede that when it comes to some things, there is no answer that lives up to my ideals.

I also think the rejection of the word "reform" in favor of "abolition" is partly due to how we have seen efforts to "reform" things go absolutely nowhere but to the bank with taxpayer money to cut a fat check to police departments that they use for "training" and body cams that then do fuckall. If that's reform, I want to kill that, too.

I am in favor of making prison as we know it (a locus of abuse and injustice that is in no way oriented towards helping anyone at all, as well as a source of legal slave labor) go away. Forever. So I have asked people the prison abolition questions. I have never gotten an answer beyond "we will support victims and with the measures we want to put into place there will be fewer offenders." Good. Okay. I want that, for sure. You have my full support. I get lost when I run into "That's a distraction." It isn't. I'm not saying we refuse to work on this until every bit of it is hammered out. I'm saying it very much is something we will need to grapple with, and it's actually a major thing because how we handle extreme cases of ANYTHING is THE purest form of principles.

It isn't a gotcha to say "if you do not have a plan for non-lethally dealing with people like Jeffrey Dahmer, because people like that exist and will continue to do so, you do not have a fully realized plan, you have some really good ideas that I already support."

"I don't know, we are working on that, it's an issue, we have a lot of ground to cover before then, and some of that ground will undoubtedly point us at some of those answers" is kind of where I fall, and it is a lot more honest than what I usually get, which is "Well, YOU need to imagine what that looks like, what do YOU think? This is for YOU, and all of us, to come up with. But don't ask about extreme outliers, that just shows you support the status quo and want alternatives to fail."

That isn't an answer that goes anywhere. Because I have thought about it extensively. And my answer is "putting them someplace pleasant that they can't leave, where they can't ever hurt anyone, and caring for them, all the while watching them like a hawk for the rest of their lives, because they simply cannot be allowed what we would call true freedom".

No community I know of is capable of managing someone like that while allowing them to go free, nor should the burden of that risk be placed on any community. I wouldn't consent to having someone like that living in my community, and one dissenting vote should be enough to keep them out, shouldn't it? And if they just cut and run, well. The next community maybe won't even know they're there until they do something that could have been prevented. Whose community in the first place? The one where they offended? Because that's...that's actually not okay. Which one, if there were several?

Outliers exist and have to be considered, because if you don't, you wind up with vigilante justice out of self-defense, or a string of inexcusable, monstrous acts continuing unopposed until the person dies, but the victims, or whoever is left who loved them, at least get "support."

I don't want to say "I support reform" because my god does that ever sound lukewarm at best. But I don't have a plan for the parts of abolition that don't already overlap with reform.

I want a word for "reform" that means "we are incredibly pissed off and we do intend to tear this apart beyond the point of recognition and make something new" but that can't happen in one stroke. At the very least, there are going to be long transitional periods while we restructure shit and get people used to the new ways of doing things.

I don't like all my answers, but I haven't been presented with anything better. I want to be. But some people get really pissed when I genuinely ask them to please show me a better way that I can actually believe in.

The other reason I'm generally annoyed with the "Abolish X" crowd who actually DO mean "abolish X" and not a watered-down version is that ime they very rarely have fully thought out the implications of what they're demanding and then get angry when other people ask about it.

"Family abolition means completely removing legal ties for family units and allowing all children the choice of where they live" okay. So if I see a three-year-old throwing a fit because she doesn't want to leave the park, and I go over and tell her if she comes home with me she can stay as long as she likes and then we'll get McDonald's on the way home, that three-year-old should have the ability to make that decision? The parent or guardian has no legal recourse to stop me from taking her? Cause if the answer's no, that's not abolition, that's reform baby!

"I'm done talking about what we'll do with rapists and murderers after we abolish prisons, it's all anybody ever wants to talk about!" Well yeah man! 98% of people just interpreted your words as "we're going to let murderers roam around killing people at will"! You need to explain very clearly what plans you have that will stop them that aren't incarceration or you're not going to make any headway! And if your answer involves any form of "well of course SOME people can't be allowed total freedom" - that's not abolition, that's reform baby!

I'm not even gonna touch the number of people who think we should abolish the police and replace them with what are essentially roaming squads of vigilantes dispensing "community justice", whatever the fuck that means.

Like these aren't "gotcha" questions, they're legitimate problems you're going to have to contend with. And if you wave away all these questions with "you're just making up ridiculous scenarios" and "we'll think of something to fix that once we destroy the current system", then yeah actually, I DO think you care more about sounding radical than about making any kind of change.

[power-handmaiden]

Chuck Tingle interview

OK, here is the FINAL 2024 Tingles My Butt post, which I've been pretty hyped for. I still kind of can't believe this. While I was figuring out how I'd move on from 2024, @drchucktingle generously offered to answer some questions of mine to commemorate the end of my tingler project! Here they are!

-Considering that your process for tinglers is just to write it out and not stress about proofreading and editing, was it weird for you to see someone decide to go back, examine, and contemplate every single tingler published in the past decade?

the whole dang project was really wonderful for me, for exactly the reason you have just said. tinglers are very STREAM OF CONSCIOUS and only edited with one quick pass so while i think this adds to their honesty and rawness it also means that my time with them is limited. really watching someone go back through them at this depth was like reading a diary that i have not opened for many years, and it jumps around through time in a very beautiful way. it was very moving

-I love tingler character names. I personally admire how many great ones you come up with. (I never know what to name my ttrpg characters.) You just come up with all these great names that seemingly spring from nowhere, how do you do it?

DANG great question cant believe i have not been asked this before but yes there is a type of name that shows up in the tingleverse that is unusual and has a certain feeling and cadence that is very specific. if i am trotting along with sweet barbara and there is a name of a product or a place or something that has this tone we will say ‘oh thats a tingleverse name.’ the reason i wanted to do this in the books was as a very subtle way of saying these stories exist on a timeline that is RIGHT next to ours, so in some ways it is exactly the same as our world but there are these little cultural differences with things like chocolate milk and spaghetti and then with the names. you will have buckaroos like justin and sarah trotting along next to buckaroos named corb torbins-quill or borto lart.

-So, as a reader, reading from 2014 to now, old tinglers and new tinglers feel different to me. I believe you when you say tinglers have always been sincere, but they feel MORE sincere than they used to be. Like, I feel like there was some self-consciousness and irony in some of the early tinglers that you've since let go of and embraced the Chuck Tingle voice more. I don't know, am I imagining this, or does this square with your tingler writing journey? If it does, what has that process been like for you?

i think you are absolutely correct. the intention with tinglers was always to be a place for me to express myself with complete sincerity, but the practical way of HOW to trot like this took a bit of an evolution to arrive at. in other words i knew the basics, but actually refining the best way to express yourself and perform your art takes time. maybe in the same way goin back and watching season one of a tv show can feel very different from season three, even though they are part of the same expression. 

similar thing happened with in my chuck PRESENTATION as well, where my main focus was to stay anonymous so the metaphors i used to talk about my life were still true but laid on much thicker. even my attire was a large gi so that you would not even be able to see my shape, which has obviously changed now because i wear suits these days. all of this was a process of starting in a place i knew was important to me and then peeling off the parts that were not helping the message or expression over time

-Is there anything you could tell us about the significance of Borson Reems? I feel like he's more than just another Buck Trungle/Chuck Tangle/etc but I'm not sure what exactly...

yes borson reems is god. not that i believe in GOD in the way that most buckaroos talk about god (i am agnostic) but within the tingleverse, borson reems is an avatar for the creator of that world. technically i am borson reems, because i am writing the books. the question is: are we all the gods of our own little worlds that we create? i do not know, but when i look around at my buds and the joy and love they bring to various timelines they sure seem like gods to me

-A lot of no-sex tinglers (especially ones that aren't romance-focused) vary in terms of plot and structure a lot more than erotic tinglers. Is your writing process for these stories any different?

same process actually, but the sex scenes in tinglers are about 1500 to 2000 words long, and total tingler length is 4000 words which means if you are not including that portion you are going to have to come up with some creative way to fill that space in the story and a new axis for story to turn on. so the variety comes from me getting creative and trying out different axis points

-In "Not Pounded By My Book "Pounded In The Butt By My Non-Fungible Tingler That Is Literally This NFT" Because Of The Current Catastrophic Environmental And Ethical Impact" there are references to an earlier draft of the story that was never released because you ended up disagreeing with the message. Are there any other tinglers that never got finished and/or published, if you'd be willing to talk about any of them?

oh this is a VERY good question. the story of the NFT tingler is that when buckaroos were first talkin on nfts online and nobody really knew what they were, my first thoughts were just ‘oh this is interesting what the heck is this?’ this is my way with most CURRENT EVENTS. and i thought ‘this would be an interesting tingler, i suppose maybe i should make the tingler an ACTUAL nft’. this was in VERY early days so i did not really even understand what an nft was (neither did 99 percent of buckaroos yet honestly). so i looked into it just enough to actually MAKE a nft tingler that was a real nft and put it out. lasted for about thirty seconds before buckaroos were messaging saying ‘oh this is bad chuck you should look into what this is’ and i DID look into it and thought’ oh yeah this is terrible nevermind’. i took down the original and thought ‘well THIS is what art is all about. this is where i thrive in a world of moving living art that is in communication with itself’. so i dove into the research and actually started to understand NFTS and then i repurposed the story into a strongly anti-nft tingler and put that on out instead.

as far as OTHER tinglers that kind of move and breathe and live like this, in communication with the audience, GAY T-REX LAW FIRM is another very good example. that one i wrote early on and i think it was kind of in the model of something like fifty shade of grey, where issues of kink and consent and communication are not really handled well. i think at the time it came out the story was okay, but as time went on it always kind of bothered me and finally i thought ‘i love art that exists in the REAL WORLD and changes and evolves, so lets rewrite that story and fix some of these mistakes.’ honestly it is something i wish more artists would be open to. its okay to let something hold strong against a changing timeline, but it is also okay to explore what its like to take the notes that time gives us

-This one is about Chuck Tingle that exists in deeper layers of the Tingleverse that operate on tingler logic: what does the location inside his/your butt look like?

probably a nice mid-century modern home up in laurel canyon neighborhood of los angeles. kind of quiet and small like a cabin but also very cozy, like the kind of place where you would put on a crosby stills nash and young record on vinyl and gaze out into the woods for a while then walk down the hill for dinner at a little cafe where you spot some actor from a 60s tv show also having dinner in the corner booth. this basically sounds like the start of a tingler and in that tingler i will say the actor would be a bigfoot.

-OK this one is very self-indulgent but if you could help settle this frequent point of discussion I have with my wife- where do the following fit in the Tingleverse bigfoot/dinosaur/unicorn/living object(/human/does not apply?) taxonomy?

-a ghost of a regular human

-a regular human vampire

-a human/fish mermaid

-a sentient winged horse

-a sentient centipede large enough to wrap around a mountain several times (she is handsome)

alright lets trot through these. a GHOST is not one of the four tingle types so you can have a ghost racecar or a ghost unicorn or a ghost bigfoot. ghosts are outside of the four types and do not have a classification

a VAMPIRE is also outside of the four types. so you can have a vampire bigfoot or, of course, a vampire night bus. does not strictly fall into any of the four main categories

MERMAIDS are technically a long lost species of unicorn I DONT MAKE THE RULES I JUST EXPLAIN THEM. this makes the MERMOPED tingler a little confusing but i had to pick a category and that one went into living object. now that i mention it possibly the only tingler that is technically a double category of unicorn/living object.

WINGED HORSE is easy, thats a pegasus which is a species of unicorn just like a mermaid

a SENTIENT CENTIPEDE LARGE ENOUGH TO WRAP AROUND A MOUNTAIN is an ancient creature, therefore dinosaur tingler

-My other self-indulgent question: do you have a favorite bug? (Or second-favorite if you count Mothman as a bug)

i love finding spiders in the house and giving them a pet because they are doing a good job livin their lives doin their thing. close second would be a pretty ladybug

-Any thoughts on what tinglers will be like in 2025? Do you expect to be writing a lot of political tinglers again, like post-2016?

honestly i really do not like writing specifically political tinglers anymore, and the amount that i write has gradually dropped over time (i think ALL tinglers are political but in a different way). so honestly i think i will write a few political tinglers but not many. my hypothesis on this is that my HORROR NOVELS are very very political and so maybe i get a lot of these ideas out of my system that way now. when it comes to tinglers i just wanna explore my OWN mind and heart and butt more

THANK YOU for these wonderful questions and thank you for your tingler-a-day project it was so moving and powerful. what a treat it was an honor to be a part of something so beautiful. THIS PROVES LOVE IS REAL

[riverintheunderworld]

Bath

↳ A Patient Casper x MC who struggles with accepting good things

"Stop squirming," Casper huffs, tugging at your hair. Its not firm enough to hurt, but it's firm enough to send a message. "You're making this very difficult."

"Agh! I'm not being difficult on purpose," you swiftly reply, turning your head back to look at him.

Droplets fly away from your damp hair, and you swear you weren't aiming for them to drop on his face!

You simply can't help yourself from chuckling as he grimaces, however.

"Sorry, sorry." You're not sorry at all, actually. Judging by the way he looks at you, a brow raised as he does his signature frown, you can tell that he knows. "It's just -- I can do this myself, y'know!"

"I know." He hums, softly guiding your head forward with his fingers pressed against your temple. "I'm not stupid."

Casper starts to take your shampoo, murmuring something about how there's too much silicon on it, or whatever, as he pours it on his hand.

"You really don't have to do this."

"I know. You keep doing that -- stating things that are obvious to me. It's very annoying." You'd probably be more offended if this happened in a different time, but honestly, you're just trying to focus on anything but the way Casper rubs at your scalp.

How does he make it feel so good?

Distantly, you wonder if you could make him do this for you everyday. Mornings would be a little less horrible, and you wouldn't come into work with a frown on your face like usual.

But no, you couldn't ask him of that. It'd be too much work, really.

He probably wouldn't want to, anyways.

"You're quiet," his voice is always nice to hear, but you can't help but tense up once he calls you out. "Nothing good comes out from you being quiet."

"Hey."

"I'm not wrong," he chuckles, voice turning a little softer as his hands continue to work. "You're thinking -- thinking so hard that it's honestly concerning. What's on your mind, sunshine?"

"Why should I tell you?" You sigh, sinking in deeper. The water rises to your chest. It's warm.

"Your thoughts are often too heavy to carry on your own," he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, and you swear you stop breathing for a second. "Let me carry some of the load."

"Uh.."

"Please?" Another kiss, and this time, it's against the back of your neck."Don't make me beg."

Hm.

Well, that's a thought for later.

But, you're not gonna keep him waiting. It takes you a few seconds to even think about the first word you wanna say, but you manage.

"I was just thinking about how nice this was. Showering is, like, the worst part of my mornings." You tilt your head against the tub, and you see him looking at you intently. For someone who loves their own voice, he seems to like listening to yours a lot. "But now you're here. Cleaning my body -- which I could've done myself."

He snickers at your pointed tone.

"You turned a part of my routine that I absolutely hate into.. something I can look forward to?" You mutter, words slowly growing quite. "Just by your presence."

"I'm just that great." Casper proclaims, clearly proud of himself.

You cup some of the bathwater in your hands, before chucking it backwards.

Casper hisses, like the cat he is.

"Sunshine. Don't be difficult." He grumbles from behind you. That manages to shut you up.

Casper aims the water to your head, before combing out the conditioner with his hands. He's a lot more gentle than you are when it comes to things like these.

"Do you want me to help with-"

"Nope! No. Thank you." You say as fast as you can. Having someone wash your hair for you is embarrassing enough - but your body?

Casper backs off, leaving some space between him and the tub. You turn your head to look at him.

His expression is soft.

"I wouldn't mind doing this for you, by the way." He hums, leaning down for the last time to place a kiss between your brows. "It's really no problem."

Your mouth forms a frown at the idea. It's nice, but... you can't accept that - even if you want to.

"I can't let you do that for me. I mean, you'd have to wake up early in the morning-"

"Which I already do."

"Well... I'm just going to be grouchy the entire time."

"And why would that stop me?" He hums. "It never stopped you, did it?"

You turn your head around, trying to come up with something to say as you look at the water trickling around your body.

"I can't push you to do anything you don't want to - but if this is also something you want, I'm asking you to think about it. As of now, I don't have a job. I spend most of my time here waiting for you and protecting your house from danger. If I could start my mornings taking care of you? I'd do anything."

Casper finally stands up, looming over you. He places a hand on your head, before finally walking out.

"I love you." He says, looking at you before he leaves.

"Me too."

"I'll make you breakfast while you shower." He smiles, closing the door. At least one thing is going right this morning.

A/N: I don't take baths so I'm not exactly sure why I wrote this ??

Anyways !! I thought it would be fun to do, like, a reverse of the bath scene !

[mandy-asimp]

Baby Whisperer

Early seasons pregnant JJ where will doesn't want the kid (no hate on will or nun) but yn takes JJ in cus they're in looove and they becaome a baby whispererer

Warnings: internalized homophobia so brief l, love Will right? But he's kinda an ass, so don't hate me and go saying I hate Will cus I don't. I love Will lamon-I need subtitles to understand him only sometimes-Tage.

A/n~ chat this has been in my drafts for months soooo I finally ended it so enjoy

Walking in, Y/n wasn't really expecting to run into a crying JJ in the garage. The woman looked absolutely destroyed and like she just needed anyone.

That's how she found herself in the parking lot of a local burger joint with the blonde. "Now...I only got us an extra hour before we have to go in....do you wanna talk about it?"

Y/n liked to approach everything carefully. It wasn't always her place, but she knew sometimes everyone wanted just someone else's company. She was honestly prepared for JJ to say that it was just a rough morning and she'd be over it in no time.

"I'm pregnant and Will left." She whispered. Trying with everything in her not to start crying again, especially when they were at her favorite burger place. "He..he said that he wasn't ready for a kid and I am. He said I could've have the kid, but if I did..."

"He'd walk..."

"I'm going to have nowhere to go. I can't afford a place on such short notice. I can't do that all and still worry about my job. I just...I can handle a lot. That's what my job is..but I-"

"Come stay with me." Y/n threw it out before she could even think it over. Her mouth just moved on it own. "I have two sore rooms. One can be yours and we'll make the other a nursery."

JJ furrowed her brows and was flushing red. "I-I couldn't ask that much of you."

"Yes you can. And you're not asking me. You would do the same if it was the other way around." Y/n took a bite of her burger. Eyes not daring to meet the blue ones that were for sure staring down her every move.

"What's in it for you though? I mean, nobody offers without anything in return." The blonde raised the question.

The short black bob shook. "I'm getting to know you and whoever you," she pointed towards her belly, "will be are safe every night. Plus, I'm kinda a baby whisperer so it'll give me the chance to get solid evidence."

A soft smile formed on the blondes lips. "And that's it? No other strings attached?"

"All you should have to worry about is taking care of yourself. I'm just here to help make it easier."

"Deal then." JJ agreed. "What if though-"

"Usually when people say deal they don't add any conditions after." Y/n had a sly smile on her face.

JJ was quick to throw her arm to wack the other's. "In return you get God parent privileges?"

Y/n was also quick, quick to shake her head. "There's nothing in it for me. That's my conditions. Plus Penelope would be on me for that title. All I truly will take is knowing you're safe."

JJ waited and watched for any sign that she could be lying. That there was some second meaning to this offer....but there wasn't. Y/n was honest in what she wanted.

"Alrighty then. I'll move in with you." JJ gave in fully.

~

By then end of the day, the two had everything planned out. They spent most of their time in JJ's office discussing how move in would work and how quick they wanted to get it done.

"No! You're not gonna carry everything. I may be pregnant but I'm not that type of pregnant yet." JJ folded her arms and leaned back in her chair. They had been bickering over a lot of things. Mostly because Y/n kept offering to be so nice.

The brunette shrugged, "well what if you carry the lighter boxes then? I just..I don't want you to strain yourself. Eventually, that baby is going to grow and your back will forever hurt. I'm trying to keep you free from that ache early."

"And I appreciate it, but I'm still going to do this job aren't I? I'm going to ache no matter what. You have to let me have some lee way still." JJ held her ground.

Y/n threw her hands up into surrender. "Ok. You tell me what you still want to be able to do, and I'll try my best to not helicopter around."

There was a knock at the door. It caused both woman to sit up and glance towards the piece of wood. Finding Penelope staring at the notepads on the desk. "What's this about?" She moved quick over to the papers.

She didn't get a chance to look as they both grabbed them from view. "Our marriage contract." Y/n was quick to drop. "We're writing what we won't do, it's mostly our worst habits."

"Oh...ok well Will is here to talk to you." She informed before giving one last suspicious look. "What are you two up to?"

"Thank you Penelope," Y/n hummed before looked back to the other blonde. "This is my cue to leave. Let me know what happens..."

Y/n bowed her head before leaving. Pushing Penelope away as well. They walked back towards the bullpen, passing Will on the way. Y/n couldn't help the look she gave him. JJ held him in high praise, so to think he would walk was crazy.

JJ was still holding the notepad when Will walked in. "We need to talk about this morning. I wasn't thinking but I don't think you are either." He began. "We're too young to have a baby Jayge! We shouldn't spend all that money now. Let's just wait a few more years. Get married first maybe?"

She took a deep breath in as the tears stung her eyes. "I want this baby. And if you don't, then you won't have anything to do with this baby."

"You will have nothing without me." He spat in defense. And for a moment, he swore he was right. That she wouldn't have anywhere to go. That she needed him.

"I don't need you. And especially with that tone, I will never need you. If you don't want to be a father yet, then you can leave." She shot him down almost instantly. Eyes trained to the window.

There was silence as he stood there. He huffed and rubbed his eyes. "You can't seriously be throwing away our relationship for a baby? It's still my baby."

She shook her head, "no. This is my baby. You have now openly said you don't want any child. So once again, I don't need you. We don't need you." Her voice was vicious as she bit him. Practically hearing his defeat before moving towards the door.

"You're gonna regret this. You're gonna need me." He pointed one last time.

Y/n laughed from behind him. "The only one who needs anything is you. And you need to leave." She folded her arms over her chest as the man left the building in a fit of rage.

JJ let her head drop into her hands as she started crying. Y/n was quick to close the door and draw the blinds. Giving the two perfect privacy as she came around and hugged the blonde. Letting her cry it out.

~

A few weeks go by, and JJ had been moved in to Y/n's place. "Ya' know, I didn't think you'd have a house."

"Really? I give apartment to you or what?" Y/n carried a few boxes up to the extra room. Training days with Morgan always seems to pay off.

JJ shrugged as she just followed behind. "I guess so. Why do you have a house? It's just you no?" The extra room was big. Bigger than what JJ had taken an extra room for. "No. It's too much."

"You already unloaded all your boxes. You're staying. And plus, I like having room to have people over, or to run around naked." Y/n winked over her shoulder. "You settle in, I'm going to cook dinner."

"And she cooks?" JJ furrowed her brows. Y/n has mentioned how she couldn't cook compared to Rossi, which JJ assumed meant she couldn't cook.

But the first night was all the evidence she needed. The host made orange chicken and it was beyond any takeout the blondes ever had. Even the rice was delicious. Too distracted by the food to even notice that Y/n left more for her than herself.

~

Four months had gone by and the two moved like a couple. From JJ's perspective, this was just Y/n being helpful.

Every morning she would wake to the smell of some breakfast and coffee. Trudging out, Y/n would be dancing around with her headphones on as she plated the dish of the morning. She would be in nothing but an oversized shirt.

That's how their mornings would all start. Having breakfast together.

Then they would drive to work and act just like colleagues. Minus how Y/n would always know exactly what JJ was craving and had it right when she wanted it. There they would eat lunch in the blondes office while discussing the work drama.

Y/n would leave the office by two and head back to her own desk. Working in silence as she thought of what she would be making for dinner.

"We're heading to lunch you coming?" Emily would offer by three.

"No I already ate with JJ. We had classic pb&j's." Y/n answered, reminiscing in how good they were.

Derek scoffed with a laugh, "you tryna steal the spot of baby daddy or something? Spoiling her left and right."

"Mm, I got that spot within the second month. Baby whisperer remember?" She smiled up from her papers.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Derek flicked her forehead. He moved faster so Y/n would have to actually get up and chase him.

She did get up, sending him a mean glare. "You're lucky my senses are tingling and I bet you right now, she needs something."

That's when JJ came in, "Y/n could you come help me for a sec?"

That stumped Derek, he didn't know if she was serious about the sense or if it was perfect timing. But he left with everyone else for lunch as the two headed to the file room.

JJ needed a box of old files and it was just slightly out of reach and she wasn't in the mood to try and reach for it. Her back had been killing her all day.

The box was heavy as Y/n carried it to her office. "That back still hurting?" JJ groaned, answering the question without words. "Come here, I saw this on Facebook."

JJ came closer, standing right in front of Y/n a bit confused. With a twirl of the brunettes finger, her back now faced her front. Leaving her blind to Y/n coming up behind her and her hands coming to hold her belly. Lifting it a bit and releasing the stress and tension on her back. The feeling made her practically moan and melt into Y/n.

"This is so being added into our daily routine." She hummed. JJ had closed her eyes and let her head lull back to rest on the shoulder. "Five minutes like this ok?"

Y/n chuckled, but had agreed. The two stood in the middle of the office in silence. Y/n enjoying being helpful, and JJ enjoying the weightless feeling.

It even was mentioned during dinner prep. It's what they did, JJ would sit on the backside of the couch and look at the files she brought home, while Y/n did wonders in the kitchen.

First it starts with getting drinks out. JJ had juice while Y/n had wine. Sipping on it slowly as she prepped the Thai noodles.

"So," JJ had came over from the living room. "If I told you my back was aching again?" She was given a laugh which told her she needed to do more. It's how her head ended up on Y/n's shoulder and her arms wrapped around her.

"Ya' know the roles are supposed to be revered right? I'm supposed to hold you not the other way around? And I am cooking, if you can get through dinner I will sit behind you and hold your baby ok?"

"Deal." She placed a kiss to Y/n's cheek before slipping back to the couch. Missing the blush that arose mere seconds after her lips left.

Later, JJ had been in her room lying when she thought of how much Y/n was doing. It made her heart beat a little faster than normal. Which she assumed woke the baby as he began to kick.

It kept her up and wasn't very comfortable either. She knew Y/n said anything wouldn't be a bother, but what could Y/n do about this even if she did go over to the room. It couldn't hurt she figured, maybe there was something Y/n could do.

She crept through the dark house, realizing just how quiet of a person Y/n was. The sound only being the faint tv noises coming from the bedroom. Giving the door a soft knock, JJ pushed it open more and peeked in.

From the bed, a sleepy Y/n stared over at the door. "Jayge? What's wrong? Are you ok?" She sat up and scooted over, patting the large bed next to her.

"The baby, he's awake and kicking...you said you were a baby whisperer?" She came up to the bed, crawling into the comfortable sheets where Y/n was lying. Feeling her warmth still linger.

Y/n hummed as they both got comfortable, then she slid to rest her head against the belly. Whispering out of JJ's hearing, but within minutes, he was still again.

JJ tried to pick up on the vibrations, hoping they could give any distinction on the words but it was useless. So she just let them carry her to sleep, knowing another day of work waited her.

Meanwhile Y/n was mumbling over what honey was and how it tastes in tea. Even offering to make him some in the morning instead of the coffee. Which she also apologized for assuming he would want coffee. She also mumbled about the different breakfast choices. Eventually drifting off to sleep herself.

~

JJ woke up first that morning, finding Y/n to be practically molded around the belly and so incredibly close to her. She could feel the extra body heat and enjoyed how it felt. She also enjoyed how Y/n's bed felt.

She realized this was the first time since moving in she was up before Y/n. Even on cases Y/n was up before her.

"My senses are tingling?" Y/n groggily spoke. "He wants the tea I told him about."

JJ felt a kick at the words. Making her question if it was witchcraft or Y/n actual was a baby whisperer. "He doesn't even know what tea is?"

"Yeah he does, I told him all about it. Just like I told him about honey. He really likes the sound of it." Y/n slipped from the bed, her hand delicately caressing the exposed skin of the belly.

The action made JJ shiver and the baby kick. "What else did you tell him about?" She let her hand fall to her stomach and began to get up with the other.

"I told him about music and what's the right type of music, also about what's the best type of fashion." Y/n rambled as she led them to the kitchen. Beginning to make the tea.

JJ frowned at the new choice. "What if I don't want tea? I like my morning coffee," she complained. Knowing that no matter what, Y/n always claimed to know what was 'gonna do it' for her, and she was usually right. "What are you putting in it?"

"It's with honey, sugar, and a dash of cinnamon. You'll love it just as much as he will. I've never steered us wrong and you can bet today won't be the day." She joked from the counter, rummaging to find the kettle that was tucked away.

When she pulled it out, JJ almost laughed audibly. "There's no way you're gonna use that?"

Y/n shot a look over her shoulder, "you seriously don't trust my ways?" She kept working with the kettle. Filling it before setting it on the stove. "He can tell you it's the right way even." The baby kicked and a new smile formed on Y/n's face.

JJ was entranced by it as the brunette came over. Crouching in front of her and whispering again to her belly. And it was the blonde who was smiling even wider. Y/n was an absolute wizard with the baby. Things just seemed to get so much easier for the both of them.

The moment made her think though. Would Y/n stick around even after the baby was born? Why wouldn't she though? Nobody's ever shown this much attention to JJ, let alone her baby. She was thriving in it and she hoped she would still get this side of Y/n.

The screeching of the kettle brought her back and she just barely processed the fingertips sliding from her sides. Had Y/n been holding her hips?

"Have you thought of any names yet?" Y/n let the question slip out as she poured the steaming water. "I know it's still early, but five months."

"Honestly? No. Usually it's something you would discuss with the other person...a unanimous agreement." She sighed as the tea was brought over. Bringing her nose down close to the mug, she smelt the steaming liquid. "This smells...amazing."

Y/n smirked, "I told you I knew what I was doing. And you do realize not every baby has two parents deciding their names. This is your bundle of joy, you name him whatever you want. Just nothing with some dumb spelling."

JJ laughed lightly at that. "I know, but...I always thought I'd be having a kid with someone who I was married to. The whole traditional family." Y/n rolled her eyes. "What?"

"I just think...traditional isn't the best for you. I mean think 'bout it...you're about to become a single mother in the FBI. Life threw you a curve ball, but you're about to knock it out of the park."

"A baseball reference really?"

"Yeah not my best moment but my point is, you should get the reward of naming him what you want. He's yours till forever." Y/n reasoned, meeting the blue oceans with a soft gaze.

The conversation got lost as they just stared in silence at one another. Y/n always looked at JJ with so much care. She's shown it enough that the blonde sometimes feels guilty for how much of Y/n's attention she holds...but she'd be upset if it was on anyone else. It was wrong, especially because they weren't dating. Not that...JJ would..it had to be the hospitality getting to her.

Y/n sighed before grabbing her mug and opening the fridge. "I'm thinking French toast with some fruit? Extra sweet? Oooh and maybe some icing." She thought out loud. Humming in delight when JJ huffed at the baby kick.

The rest of the morning was natural. They ate breakfast and chatted for a bit before going upstairs to change. That's how everyday started.

But the mornings conversation trailed around JJ all day. Even her following thoughts. Suddenly everything was being questioned by her. From Y/n to bringing lunch, to her driving them home again with her hand on the clutch.

Another night, when once again, the baby was up and kicking. It also became a regular occurrence. Soon, JJ just ended up following Y/n to her room.

"Ya' know, when I offered an extra bedroom, I didn't mean mine." Y/n joked as they were getting ready to settle down for the night.

"Five months ago was so long ago though. Plus, he likes you talking him back to sleep. You truly are a baby whisperer." The blonde tried to reach the straps on her heels, groaning when she couldn't.

It was the tiny things that Y/n noticed. Once the bed creaked, she was over and kneeling to take off the shoes. Doing it before she could even realize she was.

JJ would've described it as a domestic moment. And when the thought crossed her mind, her heart thumped in her chest.

"Yeah, I'm great." She hummed in agreement. Y/n stood back up and was looking down at JJ now. Her content smile slowly fading. "I'm always gonna be here for you, you know that right?"

The words were just that. Words. Yet, JJ felt them strike her heart and shake her spine. It had to be the hormones that moved her to tears though. "You mean it?"

A hesitant hand came up to her cheek, it was warm and soothing. "I do, I don't plan on leaving your side any time soon. I promise. I pinky promise you Jayge."

Y/n pulled her hand back and held up her pinky. Expecting the woman to just connect hers, but was greeted with a tight hug as JJ cried into her shoulder. The brunette held her head close to her while the other wrapped around her back.

That was the night that they both knew their relationship was bound to change. Both cared and needed the other.

Although, the change brought tension to the breakfast table that morning. Not bad tension, just tension. Neither one could say anything or stop looking at the other.

Y/n took it as the ultimate test as well. To see if she was truly a baby whisperer without talking to JJ. Through all the staring, Y/n had managed to decide on a breakfast.

Cooking in silence, she began to get lost in her work. Humming a sweet little tune as she swayed at the stove. Continuing her tune as she played the homemade breakfast sandwiches.

Usually in the morning, the two sit across from each other, but today Y/n nodded towards the couch. Leading over and dropping her plate before going back for drinks.

They sat thigh to thigh as they ate. The only noise was JJ's hum and her 'oof' at the aggressive baby kick. He also seemed to enjoy it.

Their silence traveled with them through the day. When they got ready, Y/n knew JJ's routine flawlessly and had anything she needed at the ready. The car ride to work? Only the radio spoke as Y/n drove their normal path. Her hand itched to leave the clutch and rest on JJ's thighs.

One thing Y/n wasn't ready for, was how cute JJ actually would look pregnant. It wasn't like she wasn't cute before, JJ's always been adorable in Y/n's eyes. But this, this was the softest looking Jennifer she had ever met.

By the time they got to the parking garage, they had a few minutes to spare. So they sat in silence and stared at each other once again. Both looking like they were trying to figure out the other. Yet, they never figured anything out as they had to go in.

~

Another month had gone by. Emily grabbed her bag as she was ready to leave for the day. "I'm going home and never coming back. This week has been so shitty." She groaned.

"Sounds like you need a drink," Derek smirked. He too had his bag in hand. "I'm sure Penelope and Spencer would love to come with."

"Not even gonna invite Y/n?" Emily nodded towards the still focused agent. Not leaving room for his answer as she came towards the desk. Tapping her out of her trance. "You wanna come with?"

"I'm on baby whisperer duties. JJ has been struggling to sleep since he keeps kicking around nine. I'm the one who talks him and her to sleep." She explained her situation. Not really minding that she'd miss another night out.

Derek squinted his eyes. "One, this is why I wasn't gonna invite her. Always on baby duties. And two, you're all this talk about being a baby whisperer but we've never seen it in action. JJ hasn't even confirmed this once in her six months."

"Well then let me confirm it now. Because id be absolutely exhausted without her. She explains what such simple things are and then she knows. She knows what this baby likes and wants." The blonde came out with her bag, handing it to Y/n's expecting hand. "And these? JJ sense's? It's like having a personal telepath."

Spencer rose up now, "do you really believe in telepaths though? Especially to a baby? How can you be so sure?"

"Well I can tell you right now, that for dinner we're having honey chicken biscuits on his request." Y/n's thumb rolled to point towards JJ's belly. And on cue, he kicked.

She shook her head and smiled. "Like a personal telepath. We are heading out though, I now know what's for dinner and we're both hungry."

"Baby whisperer," Y/n whispered as she wiggled her fingers before following out the blonde.

The team watched the two leave. Sharing the same thought. "They're so in love," Penelope spoke it out loud though.

Back home, the two sat and laughed over everything from the day. They never ran out of something to talk about. And they wouldn't once the baby was born.

"So, six months. Third trimester. Three months till you'll be asked for his name....any ideas?" Y/n pried from her seat. She sat criss cross to be able to look at the blonde.

JJ sighed on the topic again. "I mean a few but none that have tugged at me and stood out. What about you? Have you been thinking?"

"Mm JJ last month would've said this is a partner discussion. Why's this month asking else wise?" Y/n dug into the words. Meaning it in such a playful manner.

JJ laughed along, trying to ignore her heart beat. "Well you've done nothing but tend to me for the past six months. So you should get some say."

There was a hum in agreement. "I've thought a little bit, and all I thought of was Dakota or Henry." Y/n truthfully answered. Knowing that the decision was going to be JJ's no matter what.

"I like the sound of Henry, actually. How'd you think of it?" The blonde stood from her spot, knowing he would begin to kick again within a few minutes.

Y/n yawned, "I didn't think of it, he picked it." She so simply stated before her hands fell to JJ's back, pushing her towards the stairs. "I'm telling you, our best conversations are after you fall asleep."

"Listen, I've been with you on the whole baby whisperer but there's no way he chose his name." JJ was drawing the line of baby whisperer now. She slowly led upstairs, not noticing how Y/n's hand never left her back.

"Ok...back in college I double majored with criminal justice. I also have a PhD in philosophy. It's my retirement plan. But, one of the many philosophers I followed for a time was Henry of Ghent. I won't get into it, but he was an interesting philosopher. Made a big impact and I think so will he." Y/n gently poked JJ's side. A fond smile on her face as she thought of the next few years.

JJ was in awe. She knew Y/n to an extent but within the few months, she's met almost ever side of Y/n. And this new found knowledge of her smarts, it almost explained her always calm manor. Did she just question everything as well?

"A philosopher? You have some tricks up your sleeve still?" The blonde hummed out her question.

"I'm a jack of all trades," she whispered. If the two weren't as close as they were, the blonde would've missed it. Like how she missed the way Y/n was looking at her.

"Well I like it. Henry. Although what about a nickname?" She raised the next question. Opening the door and stretching her arms, her shirt lifted just barely.

Y/n caught the glimpse of skin. Wanting to reach out and touch, but knowing she would cause nothing but trouble if she did.

"You could call him 'Hen' for short...add a cluck or two after." Y/n smirked to her own joke. Not being quick enough from when JJ turned around to her arm getting whacked. "Hey!"

"Don't bully my kid," she squinted her eyes. Already beginning her night routine. "You could ask him?"

Y/n laughed from the bathroom attached to the room. She walked to the doorway with a fuzzy headband on her head, pushing her hair out her face. "Thought there was a line to my abilities?"

JJ, from the dressers, threw a look of pleading over. Standing straight up, tossing the clothes to the bed, and coming right up to Y/n. Standing toe to toe with the brunette who had a few inches on her. "There is, but prove me wrong."

Y/n heard the undertone. What it was fully, she didn't know, but she heard it loudly. "Challenging me?"

"Since day one."

And it was true in some sense. JJ had expressed early on she didn't believe in the sixth and seventh senses. They just sounded crazy and unrealistic. But as the months went on, it was clear Y/n did have these senses. How far they went, was something JJ wanted to know before the nine months was up.

Y/n's hand brushing back a strand of hair brought her back from her thoughts. She watched something swim in the e/c eyes that stared back at her. She saw it but couldn't pin it.

"You truly have been," Y/n huffed before leaving their moment. Heading deeper into the bathroom and leaving JJ to talk her heart down.

That night, Y/n had fallen asleep second. Leaving JJ to be awake by herself. It's how she found out her new favorite fact of Y/n. She likes to mumble in her sleep. But she didn't get to enjoy it too long as sleep soon took over her as well.

The next morning was the start of the final crunch. Three months, if all goes to plan, until the baby would be born.

JJ had woken to tiny feet kicking her from the inside. The second thing she noted was the lack of body heat next to her.

"Rise and shine! Happy Saturday! And boy do I have a question to ask you!" Y/n came in with tea and breakfast already made. The still half asleep blonde sat up. "Henry, still discussing nicknames, did decide on cinnamon Nutella crepes with strawberries. He's having a sweet tooth today. And his tea, just how he likes it."

The blonde couldn't help but blush at the tray sat down on her lap. "And your breakfast?" She raised a brow as Y/n sat down.

She made a quick oh before running to get her plate. Clearly eager to have a discussion. But it didn't come out right away, the question. Instead their breakfast was casual conversation.

"So, what was your question?" JJ asked as she finished her plate. "Absolute delicious by the way."

Y/n smiled as she cleared the plates. Taking a brief moment to run down to the kitchen and back up. "Have you thought of the nursery yet?"

The blue eyes went wide. "Oh my god, no. I didn't even consider a baby shower yet!"

"Perfect! Penelope is on her way to help us plan. We'll have it here of course. Whatever theme, well actually...Henry chose his theme already. I've explained him over the past few weeks different themes. And he chose pumpkins. Did I sway him based on the color scheme, maybe?" Y/n laid on her side as she explained everything. Hand propping her head up.

JJ was leaning on one hand, leaning closer to the other. "And this isn't you trying to pick the theme?"

Y/n looked up to her, "you wanna ask Henry?"

"Using that name free willing. How do you know I'll pick it?" She poked now. Enjoying their morning bicker.

The brunette made a thinking face, "maybe because I am some sort of telepath and I am able to read your thoughts. But..he'll kick in agreement with me. It's how we do. We locked in. One of the same mind." She began to joke a bit more.

It did earn her a laugh, one she enjoyed hearing very much. "If that's the case, how am I supposed to move out then? He'll never want to leave you."

There was a loud, echoing beat of silence. The two stared at each other. Like the night they knew their relationship was bound to change. The thought crossed their minds at the same time and the air suddenly became thick.

They were already so close.

Y/n sat up and a warm hand cupped JJ's right cheek. "Then don't leave...stay here with me." She was delicate with her words. A hopeful glimmer in her eyes that was begging more than her tone.

JJ could feel herself get choked up. These hormones were just horrible. Tears pricked her eyes as she leaned into the touch. "You couldn't possibly mean it?"

"I do. I..I find myself enjoying every moment with you here. It feels like a home actually. And even not for me..for him. Give him a home to grow up in." Y/n sounded a bit desperate to keep her. It was selfish and she knew that but it's what she wanted.

The blonde could read it off her body. The honesty and it warmed her entire body, feeling warmer when Y/n shuffled in her knees to be right there.

"Let me take care of you both..." she whispered. Her eyes dropped to the soft looking lips. How they were just barely parted. Then they snapped back up to JJ's.

They were watering as they sat there. Hearts beating as this was it. The moment they'd been beating around. The day their relationship was changing.

"Y/n..." JJ would faintly speak. Her eyes jumping all over. The other could sense her worries and knew she shared them as well, but everything has risks. Living in worries would lead nowhere.

The brunette close the gap. Pouring loads of affection into the kiss as she felt JJ kiss back. Smiles creeping on both their faces. Pulling back, they still smiled as they just looked at the other.

Y/n felt joy from her toes to every strand of hair. It's why she grabbed JJ's faces and kissed all over her face. Kissing away the few fallen tears. "I promise to protect you for everything I am. Both of you." She said right before placing another kiss to her lips.

JJ let adoration take over her face as she held the others face in her hands. "I know you will. You have already been and I can't thank you enough."

"You can thank me in kisses from now on?" She playfully raised a solution. Letting the blonde feel the heat that radiated off her cheeks with the blush.

"You can expect them more often," JJ began to get up. Turning to face Y/n who was risen on her knees at the edge of the bed. She sent a simple wink before getting off herself. "I'm going to change first, maybe shower as well."

"Let me know if you need anything," Y/n was about to leave the room. A hand holding her wrist stopped her. Her head turned as she questioned JJ.

There was this new look to her eyes. "It's hard to wash below the belly..."

Y/n turned a bright red once realizing what was being asked. Fingertips to her lips, she was shocked. "Are you sure? We don't have to really, that's not what I was trying to imply-,"

"Will you join me or not?" JJ cut off. Knowing that rambling could go on forever if she let it.

"Yeah...yes, yeah! Obviously." Y/n breathed out. Following the blonde into the bathroom, and she was thankful for having a spacious shower.

The air was silent as the water started. Both watched the other undress. Although, Y/n stared more. Her eyes not being able to tear away from the woman. Taking in every detail she could within the moment. How her boobs overfilled the bra, her thighs were more full, her belly smooth, her hair free from any styling, and a tiny bit of sleep in her eyes still.

She came close and slowly let a hand slip onto the belly as she smiled so wide JJ felt nothing but peace. "You are beyond beautiful."

That was the first shower the two shared, and JJ was instantly a fan of it. She enjoyed how Y/n was so cautious about where her hands went. Not overstep or rushing into anything. No, instead she did everything for JJ. Spoiling her with being able to just relax.

Out the shower was even better. All that she had to do was sit there while Y/n got her everything and hum her little tune.

"You enjoy this don't you?" JJ had asked. Never once letting her eyes leave Y/n. "Anytime you really like something you're doing, you hum. When you cook without headphones, you hum. At work when you're making the tea, you hum."

"Guilty. Took you long enough to catch onto that though. I've been humming around you for years." Y/n admitted, starting to dress herself. Her fingers carefully working at the buttons of the brown flannel. Tucking a bit of it into the grey sweats. "But besides that, Penelope is almost here. You take your time, but I will have a little fruit bowl cut up and ready for you."

"Is that how you know my thoughts? You've been working on being a telepath?" She laughed a bit, only because that's exactly what she wanted in the moment.

Y/n came over and placed a kiss to her lips, "oh absolutely. Why do you think we always had your coffee stalked specifically? I pay attention."

JJ rolled her eyes and pushed the other away. "Whatever."

She flashed a smile before disappearing downstairs. Beginning to get things ready for Penelope to come splay out all her party planning supplies. Which meant rearranging the downstairs to be open enough. Putting most effort into where the three would sit and look over everything.

It wasn't easy, but she knew it was beneficial. Y/n's seen the bubbly blonde plan before at her own house. It gets crazy. This time was no different either. She showed up, did her greetings and began to splay everything out.

Too engrossed in it, she missed the kiss the two shared as JJ came downstairs finally. Wearing one of Y/n's old college sweatshirts and a pair of sweats.

They began a hushed conversation as their guest kept working on laying everything out. "How long has she been here?"

"For at least fifteen minutes. Just know, it is opinion welcomed, but just know pumpkins were indeed my idea. Henry doesn't know anything about baby showers." Y/n came clean. Earning a wack to the arm.

JJ pointed her finger, "I knew you weren't that good."

Penelope spun around abruptly. "JJ! Mama of the shower! Are you ready to dive in?" Her smile was genuine and her hands clasped together.

With a hesitant nod, JJ walked over to the spot on the floor. Entering what might've been a planning nightmare to her.

~

It was any day now. Y/n wanted to stay back on most of the cases now, but JJ urged her to go anyways.

"It wouldn't serve them any good if we're both here. I will have Penelope by my side don't worry." JJ tried to reassure her every time. It did little to help, but it was enough to get her to go.

"Promise you'll call if anything changes?" Y/n had her bag slung over her shoulder. Eyeing the labor bag that was tucked under her desk.

JJ came from behind the desk. Being even shorter since she was free of her heels. Wearing the fuzzy slippers Y/n had bought her not too long ago. "Pinky promise. Now go," she placed a kiss, "save a girl." Playfully saluting, Y/n left the office.

Yet, she didn't. When the contractions started, she assumed it to be the false ones she's experienced before. So she brushed it off.

They only started after the jet had taken off for home. It would be another three hours before the team came back. Before Y/n came back.

As she sat next to Penelope, her hand held her stomach as she tried to avoid groaning (it didn't work). The friend picked up on these tiny groans after awhile. That's how they found out JJ was in labor.

But she wasn't ready. Y/n wasn't there and she needed her for this part. "I have to call Y/n..."

"From the car," Penelope ushered her out the bat cave. They walked through the halls quickly to get to the elevators, bumping into Emily and Jordan.

Emily furrowed her brows, "what's going on?"

Penelope beamed widely, "I am not a doctor, I don't even play one on tv, but JJ is going into labor!"

Emily shared the same smile now. Her head turning to look at Agent Todd. "I hope you're ready cause your job starts right now."

The two friends kept talking but the soon to be mother could only think of Y/n. Handles fumbling with her phone just to get the contact open. Each ring making her heart pound a little harder.

"Baby?" Her voice came through the phone. "What's up?" Face contorting, JJ groaned into the phone. "I assume Penelope and Emily are with you?" A small, pained, 'mm-hmm' was given. "Just breathe, it's gonna be ok. You've prepared for this. I will be there as soon as I can I promise you."

It was true, they've ran through everything together already. But when it came time to actually push, and there was still no sight of Y/n, JJ suddenly couldn't do it. This was too scary to face alone. Where was Y/n?

"I can't..." she whispered as the doctors came in. Her eyes were quick to look at Penelope. "No. I can't....where's Y/n?" The panic began to pick up and the room sensed it.

"The jet touched down awhile ago, she should be here any second now. But you have to breathe hun," Penelope tried to calm her. Her attempts doing nothing as she shook her head. "I'll have emily call her, but you have to calm down."

JJ felt the tears sting her eyes. Nobody was going to be there to hold her. They had talked about how they would do things together but now it was only her. The tears began to fall. "I need her. I don't know how to do this alone," she began to get even more worked up.

"She needs to calm down, the stress isn't good for her or the baby." The nurse whispered to Penelope.

It was agonizing for JJ to lay there alone. It tore Y/n apart knowing that as well. She was driving as fast as she could, tempted to turn the sirens on. But every turn felt like another, turn after turn, eventually leading to the hospital.

She was frantic with trying to get in. The lady at the desk could sense it as well as she gave up the room number. Watching as Y/n full sprinted to the stairs and up them. Bursting through the third floors door and towards the delivery room.

The sounds of JJ protesting to start pushing filling the silent hall. Y/n picked up her pace and barged in. The room turning to face her, but she was only looking to the blonde in bed.

"You're here!" She almost screamed. The tears falling finally as her hands gripped the side of the bed.

The brunette came closer, standing on the side of the bed, and placing a kiss to her forehead. "I am hunny," she calmed her. Hand slipping to hold hers and taking the squeezing.

"Alright Jennifer, you're ready to start pushing." The doctor finally came in. "Oh hello, you must be Y/n. Nurses can we get her ready?" They worked quickly. Scared honestly to take her too far away from JJ.

The team that came with sat in the lobby. Waiting for any update from the woman. "Ok...but did anyone else think they would've told us they gotten together?" Penelope raised. "Because coming in and calling her 'hunny'? It was almost natural, so it's been more than a week or two."

"Y/n is so that child's father." Emily sat down with a coffee in hand. "I'm just surprised that it took living with her for JJ to realize that she would've dropped everything ages ago."

"We'll factor in the job and she wouldn't have noticed if Y/n never feared her home." Hotch pitched into the building theory now. His eyes trained to his phone however.

Spencer came in shortly after. "How is she?" He didn't rush as fast from the jet to the hospital like Hotch and Y/n did. "Y/n make it in time?"

He sounded like he knew something and Emily and Penelope shared a look. "What do you know about those two?" One would ask.

He shrugged, "they've been dating since the start of the third trimester. They told me right away." He didn't see how important that information was.

Both women had their jaws dropped as the news had been broken. The lies they've been fed in that time as well. They had broken off into their own conversation. Discussing how they could've missed it and how well their teammates hid it. Also on reasons Reid would know first.

Spencer took the seat next to Hotch. "Did she make it though?" He asked, knowing how important this was to the both of them.

"She did. And those two came back saying it should be any minute." He gestured to Emily and Penelope. Then he looked back to the genius. "Why did they tell you first?"

"They said it was because they knew I wouldn't say anything anyways. Also because I caught them in JJ's office sharing a sweet moment." He explained.

The moment he had scene was Y/n whispering to Henry to calm down, JJ had been complaining of it for hours that day. Then right as he was about to knock, Y/n placed a kiss to the belly then shared one with JJ. Both smiling before realizing he was there. It left them with no choice but to mention it to him.

After that, the lobby fell into a peaceful silence as they waited. It was unlike the delivery room. Full of JJ's screams and puffing. Y/n's hands felt broken as she sat behind and encouraged her through everything.

But, she would admit, her broken bones were worth every second. Even as she brushed through JJ's hair as she finally could rest, she could only think of their future together now.

Pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty hairline. "You're amazing." She whispered into the others ear. "You're gonna be an amazing mom."

The blonde hummed in acknowledgement. Her hand slowly intertwining with Y/n's. "Thank you for everything." She felt the shift from behind her and groaned with confusion.

"You should get some rest. There's four agents who want to meet Henry." She explained her disappearing, placing another kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back in a few to sit by your side."

~

A few weeks had passed and it was a guessing game on who would come back first. Neither of the two had really mentioned anything to anyone.

"I'm placing bets it's JJ first. If it was love-sick Y/n, she would've mentioned her return in the group chat." Derek placed his money down. A twenty sat on Emily's desk, waiting for hers to accompany it.

"I place bet it's Y/n first," Rossi laid his while walking past. It surprised the two that he wanted in on it.

Emily had to think of a third out come suddenly. "I bet one of them resigns." She threw out the crazy possibility. Knowing she was loosing twenty in the end no matter what. Even the two men looked at her in question. Her only answer was a shrug and a lost 'I dunno'.

Meanwhile, JJ was up and getting ready for her return to work. Her heels clacking against the smooth wood into the kitchen. Smiling at the sight of Y/n dancing around Henry as she cooked for them.

"You teaching him some moves?" The blonde laughed as she found her cup of coffee. She moved to place a kiss to her baby's head. "Good morning, handsome boy."

Y/n beamed happily, "he already has them. I think it's from all the dancing we did. Good morning hun," the brunette spun around the island to give a morning kiss. "Are you ready for your return?"

JJ's smiled dropped slowly as she stared at Y/n. She was still in her pajamas and hardly ready for a day. "Are you sure this is what you want to do? No one is asking you to do this as much as I appreciate it."

Y/n lightly laughed, they'd been through this so many time within the last few weeks. "If I didn't want to leave, I wouldn't. But I know you love that job with everything in you and someone has to be here for Henry. And...maybe it's time I use my backup plan? The FBI was a good money plan that's given me a lot of skills, but I'm ready for a casual life."

The blonde searched for any sign there was a lie. That Y/n did want to come back with her. That it should be Y/n going back today and not her. But this is what she was choosing and there was no changing her mind.

So, she nodded and let the conversation go. "What do you have planned today?" Was the new topic.

Y/n plated the breakfast for the two of them, and the bottle for Henry. "Well, me and Henry are going to go out grocery shopping later. Then I'll come back and clean a little while he's down for a nap. But that's if I stick with the plan."

JJ hummed, "you truly are a blessing Y/n. The BAU will miss you." Her arms lazily wrapped around the others neck. "I'll miss you the most at work."

"Just gives you a good reason to come home at the end of everything. Two good reasons actually." She had a tiny smirk on her lips. "And because I can hear your worries, we'll be fine. I was an agent myself, I know how to kick ass. Oh but we should get a dog!"

The blonde shook her head at the sudden switch. Knowing these mornings would be her favorite moments. "I can't even tell you no, it's your house." She moved back to where her coffee mug sat.

Y/n playfully scoffed, "as if this is just my house." She came around from her spot and hugged JJ from behind. Placing a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, then her ear.

The woman hummed in satisfaction. "You're right, it's a home. We just live in it." She joked. Remembering the first time that they realized it was their home.

"It's our home, baby." Y/n placed one more kiss to her head before slipping away again.

JJ knew this was when she would go change finally and get ready. It gave her time to sit with Henry and think of the luck she's been given. "She's right ya' know. It's our home." She spoke to the baby who just smiled to her. The blonde couldn't help the smile that came from her either. "You're gonna be in such good hands. We both are, we have been...we have someone who is our protector." The baby laughed

"Mm, I'll protect you till my final breath. Both of you." The other came back. She was in an old college sweatshirt and a pair of black leggings. Crew socks running up past her ankles.

She walked in closer to the two, placing a kiss to both their heads. Swearing in secrecy to literally put her life on the line for these two. That she was willing to give up her own life because of the love that swarmed her body every time they were near. Even when they weren't near, she still felt the connection flow so easily.

She sat in the stool right near the table. "You'll say hi to everyone for me right? Also before you tell them ask about the bet they probably have, I put money Rossi wins." Her smile was goofy but she knew the joke eased some nerves.

The blonde hummed softly, "you'll call if you need anything?" She stood and moved closer. Her hand coming to hold Y/n's face.

Her empty mug being taken into the others hands. "I promise to call. You promise not to worry too much?"

JJ chuckled before pressing a kiss to her hairline, "I'll try my best." She made work at getting ready to leave, tying her coat up by the front door.

Her hand grasped at the handle and before she could step forward, arms were around her holding her tightly. And then the realization hit in a little more. Y/n wasn't coming back to work with her. There would be a new open spot and there wouldn't be her on cases anymore. Honestly, a part of JJ felt like the other had this planned and it worked out in both their favors. So she turned and held her close and tight.

Both were suppressing the tears now. Yet, when they pulled away the brunette was smiling widely with glassy eyes. "Sorry, sorry. I just couldn't help it. Get home safe for me ok? I know I said I'd protect you, but I need you to stay alive to be protected, yeah?" JJ inhaled sharply and nodded her head. Words were only going to make her break and cry. "Ok," a kiss placed to her cheek. "Go. Get to work. Call me if you need anything, I love you. Get home safe. And ask about the bet."

The words of love almost were missed, but JJ caught them. They pushed the tears over and soon she was crying heavily while holding onto her girlfriend. Not caring if she was late before her first day back.

~

"Well look who's back first!" Derek wore his cocky grin as he walked to the small pile of twenties. Hand grabbing them and flaunting them around.

JJ shook her head, "she wanted me to ask about that. What was everyone's guess?"

Emily after rolling her eyes at the bald man sighed. "Derek said you'd come back first, Rossi said the other, and I said someone would resign."

She weighed everyone's chances of winning. "Well let me tell you, that one of you is right and it's not the man with the money." She tilted towards Derek who was still bragging. It really only left one answer and Emily shouted when she realized it.

"No!" Her eyes were wide and jaw was dropped. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Her hands were thrown up into the air.

Penelope had just came in with the newspaper. "Oh Emily's dropping f-bombs before ten! What's the news?" She hurried over to the other two, eager to hear the new drama.

"I won the bet! And I'm not happy about it either!" She groaned before going up to Derek. Ripping the sixty dollars out his hand. "I'm not pleased to do this."

"Wait...but your bet.." her eyes jumped to JJ who was nodding at the unasked question. "She resigned?!"

The realization caused a heavy silence. Everyone focusing on the open desk. All her decorations were still on it but soon they wouldn't be. Everything felt surreal as they all knew Emily's side of the bet was truly a joke, but now that it was true they didn't think it funny anymore. The entire day was filled with quietness and sorrow filled glances to the vacant desk.

Towards the end, after going serial killer free, JJ's phone rang as she came into the bullpen. "Agent Jareau."

"Ooh so formal. Now I know you don't check your caller id." Her voice came through the phone. The smile she wore was evident. "Are you on your way home?"

"Yeah, everyone's finishing up right now. I should be back in like thirty minutes? Why? What's up?" The blonde slowed her pace and stood still in the moment. A flash of worry hitting her as soon as she finished asking.

JJ could hear the smile from through the phone. "You should invite everyone over for family dinner. Mostly because I may have cooked more than needed and need people to eat it all."

The blonde laughed lightly and looked over to her colleagues. "Right, well then you can expect everyone in twenty. I'll see you at home," she agreed and caught the attention of the group.

"Love you," was the last thing said before the line went dead.

JJ sighed as they waited expectingly for the invite. Almost like they knew what was being asked. "You've been invited to dinner by the chef. She expects your attendance."

They all cheered and were quick to pack everything up. Trailing slightly behind JJ who left five minutes before them.

It gave her enough time to make it home and catch a breather before they showed up. And when she walked through the front door, the delicious smell of fried chicken floated through the house.

"Babe?" She called into the house, being louder than the music that played. She moved further in, not surprised by the sight she saw.

Y/n danced around Henry in his high chair as she plated all the food. It looked like a feast with how much she actually made. Once she noticed JJ, her feet did their own dance over to her. Rising on her tiptoes to place a passionate kiss to her lips. "And the woman of the house is home!" She cheered, getting Henry to laugh and clap along. She pulled JJ towards the kitchen, letting her take in the smell up close. "I had an inkling you were feeling steak today."

The blonde side eyed her for a moment. "I thought the JJ senses only worked with the baby in me?"

"No they work because I love you, always have been loving you, always will be loving you." She gave her another kiss and slipped away to get wine glasses ready.

"Really? And when did you know you loved me?" JJ asked as she left to drop her bag in the study. Letting her hair free from the slick back ponytail and shaking out her hair.

Y/n looked into the air, like she was searching for the right memory. "The day Hotch sent me a photo of us on the jet. I never showed you or mentioned it because I didn't know how you were going to feel if I did." She confessed while grabbing more glasses.

JJ furrowed her brows before heading up to change and settle in. Only taking a few minutes as she only did change and let her hair loose of its ponytail. When she came down a glass was ready at the bottom of the stairs with her girlfriend smiling softly up at her.

"What was the photo of?" She had came back to the question of a few moments ago. Taking the glass and really kissing those lips she's missed seeing smile around every corner. "Hello, baby."

The delicate way the words were delivered made Y/n grow a shy smile and a heavy blush as telling the truth now seemed impossible. And even as she did try to look away and avoid it, JJ had her jaw and forced her eyes up. A curiosity swarming in her eyes that was darker than usual.

There was a giggle before she seriously stared up, schooling her features. "The first case you started to come to me about talking Henry to sleep, we were on the plane and...maybe the man who never sleeps saw us all snuggled up on the couch. The next day he brought me in and had asked about us and I mean basically what I'm saying is Hotch has been knowing before we even were official."

JJ's jaw dropped as the other sprinted from her grasp and back into the kitchen. Being saved by the doorbell that was left for the blonde to answer. As she walked closer, she called over the music. "You're so dead when they leave." And with that she opened the door. Inviting in their loving work family who were all ready for a feast.

~

"So you decided to leave, why?" Derek asked while leaning back. His right hand slung over the couch around Garcia, while his left pointed with his beer that he brought close to him shortly after.

She followed his moves and leaned back in the chair as well, her own drink being set on the small table off to the side. "Well, I know- we know how much she loves her job. I don't think she would be ready to say good bye like that so easily. Plus my body's beginning to age...I can't kick ass forever."

Reid furrowed his brows, "you're only 26? How can your body already be aging where you can't fight crime?"

She shrugged anyways, "it just did. I have a kid now, and a baby." She beamed widely while the room lightly laughed.

The stairs creaked, "you just call me childish?" JJ had an arched brow as she went to grab her wine glass and come over to the living room. She passed the chair and an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her down and carefully into another's lap.

"No, I'm calling you my baby." Y/n smiled even wider somehow. Body tingling with affection and warmth that consumed JJ.

"So what are you doing now?" Rossi raised the next question. "You seem to have a backup plan already, so out with it kid."

"I'm guest teaching at the college for philosophy. Along with a few guest lectures for the academy. It's just something slight to keep and extra flow." She had explained it so easily. The team wasn't oblivious to the softness in her voice as she spoke of her next career. It was like she was relieved from everything bad in the world. "I'll mostly just be around to be with Henry otherwise."

"And mama bear how does this make you feel?" Penelope furrowed her brows, curious on how the blonde was handling it so well. Unlike her who was going to fight it anyways.

JJ shrugged lightly and looked down to the other, "it's sad knowing I won't have someone tending to my needs like her. Otherwise, it's comforting knowing someone will always be able to protect Henry."

"Yeah, but think of the homage meals you'll come home to now. Kid knows how to cook, makes me wonder why I'm the only one giving lessons?" Rossi raises a brow. "Seriously, why the holding out? We could've been sharing recipes."

The chef laughed, "because my cooking was nothing compared to yours when I started. I learned in silence so I could do this one day." It was earnest of her. Their family sat in her living room enjoying the time they had of just peace. Glasses full of drinks as they chatted about freely. Sharing stories and laughter that chased away the reality of their jobs. "To the day I could cook for my family."

Penelope gushed as she began to fan her face. "Sugar you're too sweet!" She laughed and a few joined her. Derek had pulled her closer in a hug.

"We'll miss you," Hotch had mentioned. He raised his glass towards where she sat. Everyone joined in as well. A silent toast given in her regards.

"Yeah, yeah, enough sappiness people! I'm not dying or anything, I'm always around still. You'll know where to find me and I'll always have something cooked." She nodded with a wide smile. "My rule is though, you can't bring work talk in here. Home is a sacred place."

"It's gonna cost ya..." Emily shrugged while looking for an offer to balance it out. Even if it Y/n's house, she was going to try and get something knowing how much they talked about work.

She rolled her eyes once more, "I literally said I'd always have a meal cooked for you! Was that not enough?"

"You have to send leftovers with JJ since we won't be here every single night." Derek pointed, Emily snapped and agreed instantly.

"Yea..yea leftovers get sent out way." Emily repeated it and it made the room laugh at the antics.

Their conversations continued on until glasses began to empty and everyone began to head home. Exchanging hugs as they went. And eventually it was just the two back on the couch leaning against the other.

"I love you, you know that right?" Y/n had hummed before sipping on her drink, they had decided one more to end the night.

"I wouldn't have ever doubted it." JJ nuzzled her nose against the others neck, placing a soft kiss to her pulse point. "And I love you."

The vibrations from Y/n's hum tickled against her lips. But when she pulled away her smile had slightly faltered at the sudden appearance of the black box. "What's that?" She whispered.

"A gift, a promise." Was all she was given. With a shaky hand she opened the lid, revealing the citrine ring that was surrounded by a few diamonds. It was eye capturing but just enough to not be too much. "It's citrine."

"Henry's birthstone."

"When the time is right, I plan to get you another ring. I promise I'll get you another ring because I promise to never leave you. I know we've had this conversation, but I want you to know and have evidence I mean it. I love you beyond my words. I love Henry beyond my words. I want you both in my life till forever runs out." She simply spoke. Her hands reaching for the ring and slipping it onto JJ's slender fingers. There she kissed the rock on her hand. "I promise my all to you Jennifer Jareau."

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Ak12 with someone who loves seeing her eyes?

look I think they're pretty ok

(GFL) AK-12's S/O looking at her eyes

Honestly all of DEFY have pretty eyes. Especially 12 and 15 with their unique irises.

For those who don't know why AK-12's eyes are closed, I'll let the girl speak for herself: "To avoid excessively consuming processing power, I'll usually "shut" my eyes, rest assured, this will not affect my field of vision and judgement." (Direct Game Dialogue)

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S/O has almost never seen 12 with her eyes open, the only times being when they're in the middle of combat.

Though the few times they have seen her eyes, S/O couldn't help but feel fascinated with them, much to 12's amusement.

She usually leans her chin into her hand, asking with a teasing tone.

(AK-12) "You want to see my eyes? Hm...If I feel like it, then sure!~"

(S/O) "But...you never show me-"

(AK-12) "Not my fault you've never taken the time to appreciate them when they're open."

12 usually likes to fluster her S/O with her eyes the few times she does actually open them in a non-combat situation, such as scaring them by standing directly behind them, or just after a kiss.

Very rarely does she ever show actual affection with them, or anything not teasing.

She's a little flattered that S/O likes them so much, after all she was designed to be perfect so it made sense.

But she does indulge them time to time, just simply smiling at her S/O with her eyes half-open.

(S/O) "You really do look stunning with those eyes..."

(AK-12) "Y'know, it'll last longer if you take a picture."

Before S/O even has a chance to reach for their phone, her smug smile seems to grow bigger as she shuts her eyes again.

(AK-12) "Maybe next time."

12 can't help but laugh at their reaction seeing them pout. If even her own squadmates don't get to see her eyes open that much in a casual setting, why would S/O get any special treatment?

Heck, even Angelia doesn't get to see it that often outside of combat.

Plus S/O's reactions were always too good, so it's a little more entertaining for her.

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"I don't like this T-Doll, Charlie. It's smug aura mocks me."

[letherightonein]

Well I’d explain through comments but you have those disabled, so I’m just going to do it through asks, it’s really quite simple, your idea of what BDSM is is operating off the assumption that only one party is benefitting from the pleasure (the dom) whilst the other suffers, and under the assumption that the sub will always be a woman (you never explicitly said that but with your view, I feel the need to mention that is untrue) and somehow the most important part of BDSM has slipped by you, 2 actually, 1. Consent is paramount if enthusiastic consent isn’t given it’s not valid consent, any couple worth their salt isn’t gonna do anything with a meek little “ok” as consent, and then

2. And I think this part is the most important for you BDSM never was and never will be a purely masochistic act, there is nothing inherently harmful about wanting to lend full control to your SO, nor is there anything inherently harmful about bondage, or degradation kinks, masochism is part of BDSM but it’s not all of, and to clear something up before I continue, masochism is not sadism, a masochist derives pleasure from pain, while a sadist derives pleasure from harming someone (consensually, we aren’t talking about serial killers) while yes it is a form of self harm, the biggest difference is going to be the fact that between a depressed person cutting and a masochist who likes to be slapped during sex, the masochist is the one who knows when to stop.

Honestly I think BDSM is the healthiest form of pleasure seeking, foreplay, safe words, aftercare (more important than you might think) all those things were popularized by or have backgrounds in BDSM. BDSM operates off of the fact that it’s what both sides desire, otherwise we would call that rape, hope this helped a little bit, please refrain from spreading misinformation and hatred in the future :]

"and under the assumption that the sub will always be a woman"

Not to be nitpicking, but here is something that I think that I haven't repeated enough in my blog:

When pointing out a trend, people is not stating that every single individual behaves according said trend. It's not that *always* something happens, it's that in the majority of cases said thing happens.

"1. Consent is paramount if enthusiastic consent isn’t given it’s not valid consent, any couple worth their salt isn’t gonna do anything with a meek little “ok” as consent, and then

2. And I think this part is the most important for you BDSM never was and never will be a purely masochistic act,"

I don't know exactly what it has to do with anything. I mean, in theory I can consent to being chocked and end up killed by my partner or with a stroke. I can consent to bondage my breast and end up with damaged tissue or even death tissue. In that case, it really matters that I consented? It really matters if it's a "purely masochistic act or not"?

The point of the post that bothered you was to highlight the false equivalence between being subjected to harmful practices and enjoy of midly unpleasant things like a sour candy.

How consent changes the potential harm of said practices exactly?

"the biggest difference is going to be the fact that between a depressed person cutting and a masochist who likes to be slapped during sex, the masochist is the one who knows when to stop."

I struggled with self harm for several years of my life, and yes, we do know when to stop. I mostly stopped when the injury was bleeding -just as I intended-, but that didn't stopped me from ending up with scars, and infections, and falling on a spiral of new methods of self harm given that after a while the previous ones didn't give me the effects I wanted. Because the effects are not purely physical, but with a great emotional and sensory load attached. Once you get used to cut yourself because you can't bear the pain or because you "don't feel anything", you then start coping with any uncomfortable situation with a new form of self destruction.

Now, I recognize that I don't know all the details of the BDSM experience, but given that painful and potentially harmful practices are being linked to sex, an act that gives people a potent load of pleasure and it's attached to complex emotions, psychological states, even ethical views or existential ones, that involve also other people and the way you bond with them, I doubt that BDSM is immune to the "spiraling" I mentioned above, after all, people who don't practice it also get bored of certain sexual practices and sensations.

"Honestly I think BDSM is the healthiest form of pleasure seeking, foreplay, safe words, aftercare (more important than you might think) all those things were popularized by or have backgrounds in BDSM."

In self harm that also happens, you mess up yourself, you cut, you bleed, and then you cure the injuries and cover them. You look up for essential oils and moisturizers so the scars don't end up being that big. Or you end up in the hospital and feel completely cared by the nurse and the doctor that listen for half an hour why you did that to youself.

You, even when you didn't want it, end up in a cycle of destruction and damage control, when sometimes you receive attention and care and tears spilt for you, which kinda reinforces that in order to get care, in order to be seen, you should keep destroying yourself.

What would prevent a person to end up in that situation if they practice BDSM? It's really so far fetched to worry over the possibility that women may end up in a dynamic where the only way to get affection or caring touch and attention from their partners is to "consent" to painful practices?

"BDSM operates off of the fact that it’s what both sides desire, otherwise we would call that rape, hope this helped a little bit, please refrain from spreading misinformation and hatred in the future :]"

I desired to destroy myself, I guess that calling that self harm and self destruction is hateful and misinforming. But seriously, I don't think you are making a great case in BDSM favor.

[lemotmo]

I agree with all of this, "hope this helps" 🤣🤣. It would not be cheating at all and even if it was cheating I still wouldn't care 😅. Where do you sit on this topic?

Q. Let me start by saying I desperately want Buddie together but I have a growing suspicion that they're going to insinuate or outright show that they kissed at the bachelor party and that would taint them from go for me because putting them together through cheating, especially on a character the show established had turned into a really good guy, is so unnecessary and disgusting and ruins them right off the bat.

A. I wasn't going to reply to this ask but I have several similar asks currently sitting in my inbox so I'm going to respond even though this person is clearly a tommy trying to pretend to be a Buddie. How are you all still so bad at all of this nearly a year on? Your ask is a completely disingenuous take. If having them kiss at the bachelor party ruins them from the start for you then you don't 'desperately' want them together. You don't want them together at all and I don't know why you feel the need to pretend that you do. When the bachelor party takes place Buck and Tommy had been on ONE very bad date. Yes, they had a conversation where Buck said he wanted to try again but they were not a couple. You can't cheat on someone you've had one date with. Furthermore the show definitely didn't establish that Tommy had become some stand up remarkable human being, that is laughable. He was a sexist racist when they needed him the first time around for Chim and Hen, and he was a gay man the second time around when they needed someone for the coming out storyline. That's it. The show didn't care to establish anything else about him. The fact he left Buck standing on a curb after he understandably panicked a bit during their first date and then told Buck Abby went crazy when he dumped her pretty much illustrates though that he wasn't a great guy.

Forcing real life moral codes onto fictional characters is always a recipe for pain though. You can't do that. The very nature of the media they exist in doesn't allow for real life moral rules to always be followed. Real life people don't always do the right thing. Expecting fictional character to do so is ridiculous. Drama comes from their mistakes so television shows will always have them screw up and make bad decisions every now and again. I don't want them to have kissed at the bachelor party because I don't want their first kiss to be a flashback, but I won't be terribly bothered if that is the route they take because it's not that big of a leap to make. They made a point of making both of them drunk, Oliver mentioned in an interview while talking about filming the karaoke scene that everyone needs a little liquid courage now and then. They made a point of releasing the deleted scene with Eddie telling Chris about how he met Shannon and what he liked so much about her when they first met. The show then intentionally had the bachelor party mirror that story with Buck talking all night long and showing how close and intertwined they both were all night long. The karaoke song even fit the callback of that story from Eddie. We also cannot ignore the fact that Eddie basically blew up his life following the bachelor party so going back and showing that something did indeed happen between the two of them that night would not be some astronomical story leap. I have said from the beginning they filmed way too much content and spent way too much money for those scenes to just never come up again or be shown. I don't think we're getting the actual karaoke scene but I do think we might get some of the other scenes in a flashback of some kind but we don't know that for sure. That New Year's Day post was definitely an intentional choice and it was certainly an interesting choice, but it doesn't necessarily indicate anything bachelor party related is coming. It could just be one more thing to add to the growing belief that Buddie is very much coming though.

Lastly, even if Buck and tommy had been in a full blown years long relationship and the show had Buck and Eddie get together by cheating on him I still wouldn't care or be angry. They could murder him, chop him up and dispose of the body and I would call it the most romantic thing ever. I genuinely don't care about him at all. Hope this helps ☺️

Thank you Nonny! 🤗

As for where I stand on this topic?

Listen, I grew up on soap operas where everyone cheated on everyone.😋 It never bothered me. In fact, it brought some extra tension and I love that in a show. So I don't really care one way or the other.

But also, Tommy wasn't his boyfriend at that time. They were trying things out and so far Tommy had proven himself to be a bit of an ass. So no, if we find out that Buck and Eddie kissed or made out during that bachelor's party? I will cheer.🙌🙌🙌

I've been here since te beginning. They need to get this show on the road and if this is the way they have chosen to go? I'm fine with it.

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[rozhliena]

mc x mammon

you construct intricate rituals in order to touch the skin of the avatar of greed, ambiguous season but i would venture it's still during s1 of the original game, mostly just palavering about the gaze nothing actually occurs

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

"Don't you get eyestrain?" you ask Mammon, tilting your head as you sink back into the pillows on your bed. "With the sunglasses." It isn't bright in your room, the lights set just shy of their dimmest mode as you get ready to go to bed, and neither is his D.D.D.'s brightness set high. But he wears them all the time anyway, even in the evening. "Or are your eyes just sensitive?"

From where he's leaning at the side of your bed, frantically tapping some blinking lights on his D.D.D., Mammon shakes his head. "Nah, my eyes are fine," he says. "I just like the look of 'em."

A fair, if somewhat odd, assessment. You can't say you dislike the look, either, which has grown as familiar as the sight of him in your room — you're actually not sure why he's here today. It just seems like a given, some routine you've fallen into. There are two toothbrushes in the bathroom connecting to the bedroom, and there is a hamper in the corner for clothes that aren't yours, though they never seem to make it into the basket without your help, and the extra hangers in your wardrobe have lately been put into use more often than not. It's not exactly normal, you know that, but it comes so naturally.

"Are you gambling on mobile games again?" you ask, reaching over to pluck the sunglasses off his face, wondering if you should feel amusement or concern at the fact that he hadn't reacted to the motion at all. But maybe that's natural to him, too. You look at the orange-tinted lenses curiously. "You probably shouldn't, you know."

"I'm gonna win this one, serious, y'know, statistically and shit — "

When you put the sunglasses on, they're slightly large on your face, and they really aren't special aside from being from a Devildom designer brand that sounds suspiciously similar to the human world's Gucci. A typical pair of polarized sunglasses. You sigh, pulling them off. You lean over to place them back on Mammon's face, slightly askew. "Still losing?" You know he is; he's already out of in-game currency. Sure enough, the lights on the animated slot machine go red.

"Hey! You jinxed me!" he complains, adjusting the crooked sunglasses as the plaintive whine of a loser's trombone plays from his phone's speakers, but he turns off the game and stretches across your bed. His eyes peek out above the tinted lenses of his sunglasses, toward you. Like he's expecting something. You wonder if he's even aware of the way he looks at you sometimes, so intently it seems to go right through to the back of your neck.

"What's up," you say.

His gaze shifts, lands on the second hamper in the room, half-filled with his clothes by someone who isn't him. He's thanked you for it before, but you wonder what he actually thinks about the entire thing. "I dunno. Just lookin'." At this angle, you can only make out the blue in his eyes.

You sit up. "Are demon eyes different from human eyes? Like, in terms of biology."

Mammon looks at you, a little incredulously, and then laughs. "Man, how the hell would I know that? I ain't a nerd like Satan."

You shrug, moving so you're facing him properly. "I don't know. But can I check?"

He grimaces, but he's already folding up his sunglasses and hooking them into the collar of his shirt. "Like, you're not gonna poke 'em or anything, right? Would you even know the difference between, y'know, human and demon eyes?"

"Maybe. I don't know." When you moved just now, your hand brushed against his, where below the knuckles is the faded smudge of a stamp he'd had to get at one of Beel's games. Identical to one on your own hand. The game itself hadn't been particularly intriguing, and what you remember more than anything else is that it had been cold that day. You and he had to huddle up together beneath a blanket, and Mammon's bony elbows poked into your ribs to such an extent that you wondered if it wasn't less comfortable in the blanket than outside of it. But when he turned to you, smiling sheepishly, looking at you the way he does, warmth bloomed in your chest and you couldn't even feel the ache over it.

Mammon looks at you the way he does and shrugs. "Whatever. All yours."

There's no way to make this seem normal, you know that. When you take his face in your hands you don't think too much about how easily his face fits against your palms as you angle his head toward the light. His cheeks are warm. He doesn't resist at all. "Don't close your eyes so I can look at your pupils."

It's not an order, but Mammon goes along with it anyway, though his eyes tremble a little, avoiding your gaze, when you lean in to inspect.

When the light hits them, the pupils constrict like they would in any other eye. Whenever Mammon looks over his sunglasses, his eyes are like the bright blue sky of the human world above a sea of sand, but up this close, they're entirely normal. The same pupils, irises, sclerae. Tear ducts. The delicate blood vessels along the white of the eye. Eyelashes, to keep out debris. It's almost disappointing. The only distinction anyone could make between his eyes and those of a human's is that his irises are unnaturally vivid and possess two colors, but even then, there are some humans with those same traits.

"I can't tell the difference," you admit. "They look like any other set of eyes."

The set in question flicks to yours, narrowing slightly. "Hey, just 'cause I'm being generous doesn't mean you can go lumpin' me in with everyone else." He reaches up, his hand finding purchase at one of your wrists like he's going to wrench you away from him, but he just keeps it there. "I'm the Great Mammon, y'know?" The warmth bleeds into your skin.

"I know that," you say softly, still not thinking. "Hey, close your eyes." Again, it's not an order, no force behind the words, but again Mammon obliges. His eyelashes are so light they're almost transparent. You brush the pad of your thumb over the thin skin of the eyelid, over the light oily sheen there. His closed eyes quiver beneath your touch.

"Does eyeshadow give you trouble?" you ask. "Because of your eyelids."

"Lil bit," he says. "When I do gigs I gotta prime 'em and carry those blotting things. But hey, I always end up lookin' good, yeah?" His mouth turns up in a contagious grin.

"You do." It comes out of your mouth so easily. His cheeks go warm at the admission, but he doesn't say anything this time. He's letting you feel around his eyes like it's nothing, and you think, maybe there isn't any real difference between demons and humans, after all. Eyes or otherwise. You let your fingers trace along his face to under the chin, angling his head upward. During the game, you had reached down to one of his arms and squeezed, not because it accomplished anything for heat, but because it was instinctual, like scratching an itch, or like blinking.

Your faces are so close. Kissing Mammon would be so simple — twist of the wrist, tilt of the head. You'd land his lips in one try; it would come naturally, and his mouth would be soft and warm. You wonder if he would let you kiss him.

Mammon's eyes flutter open. His grasp on your wrist tightens slightly. You can feel his breath on your face. Your own breath catches in your throat. "What're you doing?" he whispers.

"Just looking," you whisper back. He doesn't let go.

[wings-of-ink]

Anon Ask response below! Very slight chapter 5 "spoiler" info too.

I thought I'd respond this way since I've rather liked being able to respond in chunks throughout the ask! ^_^

I saw the ask about bear related nicknames for Oswin, and I imagined my own MC (Winfred, I had mentioned him before) trying to call him any of that. But it doesn't work for him. Mostly because Winfred is taller and broader than Oswin, so if anything, Winfred resembles a bear more. A teddy bear, perhaps, given how sweet and kind he is, but a bear nonetheless.

I remember your Winfred! I love that, lol. So Oswin can be the honey to Winfred's bear?

Also, on a similar line of thought, I always think it's hilarious but very cute how protective the group is of my MC. Because, sure, Winfred is in a terrible unfair situation. But they don't know that at the beginning (except for Oswin), and my MC surely doesn't look weak nor frail. So it's funny to read how they all want to protect him so much. Yet, it's also so endearing. Winfred is such a sunny kind of character, I do imagine he is hard not to love.

That is adorable. They are all convinced that no matter how someone appears, they deserve a hand up when faced with troubles. Zahn is like an angry kitten putting on a brave face for Winfred, lol.

Speaking of love (I know I'm rambling at this point, sorry), I am heartbroken for Winfred. Because he used the chance to confess his feelings, and Oswin stopped him. And I don't know how Winfred would process that. Not entirely at least.

I've seen that theme in a few asks. I completely feel that, it's valid for MC's to feel heartbroken or rejected. It'll play out though and on the way home, Winfred will get to figure out how he feels about that.

For one, I know he won't force the topic again. He is understanding that Oswin needs time to tell him everything, so he'll understand he doesn't have to speak about love with Oswin just yet. However, I do imagine he could end up feeling resigned. In the sense he would interpret Oswin refusal not as Oswin feeling guilty about being loved by him, but rather as a declaration of an obvious fact: Oswin doesn't love him (which we know it isn't true, but Winfred doesn't know that). And since my Winfred's heart is wholly devoted, entirely and irrevocably owned by Oswin... It means Winfred probably would accept he'll never experience romantic love.

Awe, he's really going to go through it then. That is sweet, and it sounds to me like they sort of love in the same deep way.

Now, this is tragic and all, but I do imagine a funny scenario where Winfred —convinced Oswin doesn't, can't and will not ever love him— will try to find a partner that could make Oswin happy. Assuming Winfred survives, of course. Mostly because Winfred loves Oswin so much, that he prefers to see him happy with someone else than miserable. And maybe, if Oswin finds someone to love, then if Winfred died he would not feel as much pain, or at least would have someone to support him... I realize this stopped being funny to turn sad, guess I'm too fond of angst to stop myself.

LOL It's a sweet notion even if there is an underlying sadness to it! Oswin would be so torn up about that too.

In any case, I know you released chapter 5 recently. But I feel I need more and want to read chapter 6 as soon as possible. Especially so because the conclusion of chapter 5 shattered my expectations of how the story was going to go. I expected the journey to last until MC found a cure, not that they would return home. And that's not taking about the magic stuff that's going on. There is so much to learn about this world, and I'm hooked.

I miiiight have an outline going already.... :D I am really excited to write it too! I need to make some corrections to chapter 5 of course still, but I can't help but outline 6 to satisfy the "itch." The trip home is just to re-group though, so never fear, Winfred will be off to find answers again after a plan is made. I'm glad you love learning more about the world too, because there's some really fun info coming up! ^_^

Of course, don't pressure yourself. And remember to drink water too.

No worries! I'm making sure to take pretty good breaks before I really get into writing like normal. Winter is a very sleepy time for me and I know my limits. When I feel the spark, I poke around in my documents though. And I always have my water thermos at the ready!

Have a nice day!

You too my dear! Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts! ^_^

[darkfalcone]

Running From My Shadow - 1

pairing: toxic!kate bishop x reader; dark!yelena belova x reader

warnings: noncon, fingering, verbal humiliation, gaslighting, knifeplay, toxic kate, face slapping, finger sucking, threats of violence, choking, threats of fisting,

summary: When you meet Yelena for the first time, she unfortunately takes a liking to you.

zhadnaya devushka - greedy girl | сука - bitch | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🩵🥰

a/n: i can't sleep so i might as well repost the dark fics from my main to here lol

You were invited to an Avengers’ event. Kate had explained that she really wanted you to go; she didn’t want to be alone and with you keeping her company, it wasn’t going to be as bad. Of course, you instantly agreed, and Kate bought you an outfit - even though you insisted that you had something to wear. You sighed. Looking in the mirror, a part of you felt bad that she bought it - especially since you knew it was expensive. But when Kate came up behind you, you shook the thoughts away.

“You look so gorgeous, (your favorite color) really suits you,” Kate smiled, kissing your neck. She wore a matching suit to your outfit - which always made you want to see her in more suits.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “So what’s this event for anyway?”

“Hell if I know, I was just told to show up and that’s when I asked if I could take you with me,” she admitted, causing you to laugh.

“I hope it’s not boring,” you admit, and Kate nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think it’ll be boring knowing Tony. The only thing I need to warn you about is that my ex, Yelena, will be there and if she tries anything please tell me,” she pleaded, causing you to give her a confused look.

“Why would she do anything? Or I should ask: what would she do?” you questioned, but Kate shook her head.

“Nevermind that, just… tell me if she does try something,” she said, refusing to answer your question.

You decided to drop it, not wanting to push the matter further. If Yelena tried anything, you would tell Kate no matter what. Although you had decided to drop it, you couldn’t help but wonder why Kate was so adamant about it. You made a mental note to ask Cassie later, knowing that she would be able to tell you since she was close to Kate.

The car ride was quiet but comfortable - you were a little nervous, this being the first time you were meeting all of them (except Cassie and Carol). You looked at Kate, who smiled back at you - placing her hand on your thigh as she leaned in. A part of you hoped whatever she was about to say wasn’t going to be heard by the driver. You licked your lips nervously as she chuckled in your ear.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl tonight, I’ll fuck you the way you’ve been wanting me to,” she whispered, pulling back as she watched your facial expression. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the sound that threatened to come out.

“Please,” you whispered, squeezing your thighs together. You hated how easy it was for Kate to get you desperate, especially when the driver could hear the two of you.

“You gotta wait until we get back home and then I’ll give you what you want,” she smirked, bringing her hand up your thigh. You nodded - not trusting your voice anymore.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at your destination. Kate got out quickly, rushing to your side of the car so she could open your door. Once you got out and Kate shut the door, she pulled you into her arms.

“Katie,” you whimpered as she kissed your neck. You knew she was teasing you, but as soon as you heard someone cough, you pulled away as quickly as you could.

”Oh, Kate Bishop,” a woman with a thick Russian accent sang, causing Kate to turn around quickly. “Who is this?”

“She’s my girlfriend, Yelena,” Kate snapped, causing the blonde to laugh.

So this was Yelena, you thought to yourself as Yelena turned her attention towards you.

“I’m Yelena. You?” she asked, ignoring the glare Kate was giving her.

“(Your Name),” you gave her a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You brought your hand out for her to shake - Yelena gripped your hand roughly, causing you to whimper. You stayed quiet out of nervousness as the two of them talked. Finally, Kate turned to you and asked if you’d like to come with her to the bathroom. You agreed, figuring that she just wanted you to accompany her.

As soon as the two of you reached the bathroom, Kate pulled you in and locked the door.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, wanting to make sure Kate was okay. She was good at hiding her emotions with everyone else, but you knew her better than that.

“It’s just- Yelena… whenever I date new people, she develops an attitude that ends up ruining things,” Kate admitted, but you still weren’t sure why she would do that. “Yelena is my ex-girlfriend and I should have told you this sooner, but I didn’t want you to get angry: We’re friends, but I barely see her.”

“Kate, I’m not upset or even angry; I’m just not understanding why you’re so worried about her with me. I hope you know that I love you and I only want to be with you,” you stated, causing Kate to shake her head.

“No, no. I promise you that I trust you. It’s really just her,” she admitted, and you nodded.

“I’m going to go get a drink. Meet me out there?” you suggested.

“Yeah, I won’t be too long,” Kate agreed, pulling you into a kiss before you left the bathroom.

You could tell Kate didn’t want to agree - that she wanted to keep you close by. A part of you thought she was overreacting, but another part of you really believed that she didn’t trust you. You didn’t know Yelena and maybe she had a reason to be nervous, but it was beginning to irritate you.

As you left the bathroom and made your way to the bar, you weren’t sure why you were so nervous. Of course, there was the fact that you were meeting superheroes, but that wasn’t quite what made you nervous.

When you sat down, you asked for water, unsure if you wanted to actually drink. You took a sip as Yelena sat down next to you, tensing up as she reached over and rubbed your back.

“Where’s Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked, watching as you sat the glass of water down on the table.

“Bathroom. I told her that I’d meet her over here,” you stated, making Yelena to shake her head.

“That’s such a shame,” she smirked.

You gave her a confused look, but before you could ask what she meant, the bartender came up to her. You watched as she ordered a drink with ease, your nerves began to rise as you waited for Kate to get out of the bathroom. You didn’t know Yelena and all she was doing was making you uneasy. You didn’t want Kate to get the wrong idea, knowing that she was already on edge.

As soon as the bartender walked away, you spoke up, “Why is that a shame?”

Yelena licked her lips, causing your stomach to turn. You weren’t sure why she was making you feel so anxious, but she was doing it well.

“Because if you were mine, detka, I’d be taking you in the bathroom,” she admitted, smirking at the disgusted look plastered on your face. You wanted to believe that you heard her wrong, but the way Yelena was smirking at you told you that you heard her perfectly.

“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” you snapped.

“What? I’m just being honest,” she shrugged, finally taking a sip of her drink. “Do you want me to lie to you, (Your Name)?”

“No, but you don’t need to be so…” you trailed off as Kate came into your field of vision.

You needed to tell Kate, but Yelena gave you a warning look. You swallowed nervously, making a mental note to tell Kate about it later.

Kate didn’t say a word, pulling you into a heated kiss. You closed your eyes, trying your best to focus on Kate, but all you could really think about was, unfortunately, what Yelena had said. Kate wasn’t overthinking at all. You pulled away as soon as you realized that Kate was trying to show off to Yelena. You weren’t sure why Kate was acting like this now, considering you had never seen her like this before.

You licked your lips, watching as Kate caught her breath. You were just about to say something when a redhead walked up to the two of you.

“Yelena. Hey Kate, this must be (Your name)? I’m Natasha,” she smiled, sticking her hand out.

“Yes, I’m (Your Name), it’s nice to meet you.” You took her hand, shaking it firmly before she turned her attention to Kate once more.

“Hey, Clint wants to talk to you for a second,” Natasha said, and Kate looked over at you.

“Go ahead, I’ll be here,” you smiled.

Kate kissed you once more before she followed Natasha through the crowd. Once she was out of eyesight, Yelena stood up from her seat. Getting closer to you, Yelena leaned in and whispered, “Don’t ever tease me like that again, do you understand?”

You moved a few inches away from her, giving her a confused look. “What are you on about? I was kissing my girlfriend.”

“Right in front of me like some whore. Does Kate know that she’s dating such a filthy fucking whore?” Yelena questioned. She moved closer, making sure that no one was paying attention to the two of you.

“Leave me alone,” you said, moving away from her. “You have no right to say those things to me. I love Kate. I’m with Kate and you will never say anything to me again.”

With that, you made your way through the crowd to find Kate.

——

On the way back to Kate’s apartment, you were quiet. You weren’t sure how to bring everything up - or how Kate would react to it. You knew you were going to have to say something, not wanting Kate to accuse you of hiding it from her. You just needed to find a way to go about it.

“You’re so quiet, baby. Is everything okay?” Kate asked, placing her hand on your thigh.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired. That’s all,” you said, which wasn’t a complete lie. You were exhausted and you needed to sleep. “Are you okay with me spending the night tonight?”

Kate laughed, shaking her head, “I’ve told you this already, you can spend the night any time you’d like.”

You gave her a small smile, “Thank you.”

——

When the two of you got to her apartment, you thanked the driver before heading inside. You took off your shoes at the door before making your way to the couch. You were exhausted - mentally more than anything. It was a great party and everyone was nice to you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Yelena had acted towards you. You had done nothing to warrant it, which you knew bothered you more than anything else.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Kate wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you back so you were against her chest. You tried your best to wiggle away from her, but her grip was too strong. Kate kissed the back of your neck, chuckling as you struggled in her arms.

“Kate, I’m not really in the mood tonight,” you said, causing Kate to move away from you quicker than you expected. She bit her lip and you knew she was upset now.

“Why? Before the party you were begging me to fuck you. What’s changed?” she asked defensively.

“I’m just tired, that’s all.” you said, giving her an odd look. You weren’t sure why she was acting like that; you had been tired before when she had wanted to fuck you and she had never acted like that.

You stood up from your spot, shaking your head, “I think I’m going to go to sleep at my apartment tonight.”

Kate stood up, following you to the door. “Wait, why?”

“I just want to sleep in my own bed, okay? There’s no other reason?” you said. You didn’t want to put up with Kate’s new attitude.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I’m just on edge because of Yelena,” Kate sighed, making you shake your head.

“If you don’t trust your friend, that’s fine. But you should be able to trust me,” you said, trying your best to avoid looking at Kate’s face. You knew she was pouting, trying her best to get you to stay, but it wasn’t going to work. You were upset and Kate was making things much worse than they already were.

“I-” Kate began, but you stopped her before she could get any more words out. You weren’t going to give in to her - you were going to stand your ground, because in any other situation both you and Kate knew you’d give in. But this time? This time was going to be different. You had to make it different.

“I’m leaving, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you snapped, opening her apartment door.

“At least let me get you a cab?” she offered, a look of defeat on her face.

“No, I’m good, I’ll walk.” you said before walking out of the door.

——

It was a bit chilly out and you hugged yourself as you walked down the street. You were beginning to regret not letting Kate get you a ride home, but you needed to show her that she couldn’t just pretend she wasn’t acting the way that she was. At least your apartment wasn’t too far away from hers, so the walk wasn’t too bad.

As you continued walking, you began to feel as if someone was watching you. Shaking your head, you pulled out your phone to give your legs a bit of a break. You needed music - something - to keep your mind busy. Seeing the twenty text messages and three missed calls from Kate, you almost turned around and went back to her. After all, you loved her and you were just upset with the situation.

You took a few deep breaths before turning around. You didn’t want to be away from Kate, considering it would have been your first night away from her in months. But, as you turned around, you let out a gasp seeing Yelena standing behind you.

“Where’s Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked, crossing her arms to her chest.

“At her apartment,” you said, short and quick, before you attempted to walk past her. To your surprise, she held her hand out to your chest to stop you.

“Not so fast, (Your Full Name), I just want to talk,” Yelena said, looking in your eyes. She smiled as you turned your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

“I’ve got to go, I can’t,” you said, trying to push away her arm, but Yelena was much stronger than you.

“Not even for five minutes? I think that’s quite rude. You’re going to talk with me, now,” was all she said before dragging you into the nearest alleyway.

“What-!” You gasped, trying your best to pull away from Yelena - you weren’t sure why she was doing this or what she was planning on doing with you. “Let me go!”

When you screamed, Yelena pushed you onto the ground roughly, causing you to cry out. “Shut the fuck up! You don’t want to attract any attention, do you?”

You ignored her, still in shock with the sudden change of attitude. You shouted, “Yelena, that really fucking hurt!”

“Oh, you think that hurt? Poor baby,” Yelena laughed, rushing towards you.

Yelena kicked you in the ribs as hard as she could. When you wrapped your arms around yourself, Yelena got down on one knee, grabbing you by the neck roughly. “Did that hurt, pretty baby?” she teased.

You spat towards her, surprising yourself when it landed on her face. To your horror, Yelena wiped it away and proceeded to lick it off her hand. “Stand up, now,” Yelena demanded, her cold demeanor coming back. You shook your head.

“I’m not getting up, fuck you,” you spat, backing away as Yelena stood up.

Pulling out a knife from what seemed like nowhere, Yelena gave you a small smile. “I said stand up. Now.”

Although you were scared, a part of you knew that, realistically, she wasn’t going to hurt you with that knife. Maybe she would and you’re just being too confident, but you needed to be. You had just met her, and this is how she was going to act? You knew it was stupid of you, but that was going to help you fight.

“And I said no,” you snapped back.

You squealed in surprise as Yelena got on top of you faster than you could process. Yelena held the knife to your throat, adding a little bit of pressure and smiling when you whimpered.

“I can see why Kate loves you so much. Unfortunately for you and her, I like taking her things,” Yelena whispered, leaning her head down so her mouth was near your ear. “And you don’t want to stand up? That’s fine, I’ll take you right here on the dirty ground. It’s fitting, really.”

“I- what do you mean by ‘take’?” your eyes widened, but Yelena just sat up, straddling your waist.

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to watch as Yelena cut your shirt open. “God, this bra looks so good on you from just the light of the lamp above us. Kate bought it for you?” she asked, amusement laced in her voice that made you sick.

Yelena slapped you across the face, “I believe I asked you a question and really, (Your Full Name), I don’t think you’re in any position to ignore my questions. The next time you ignore a question, you won’t be given a warning.”

“K-Kate did buy it for me,” you whispered.

“See, was that so hard?” Yelena sighed, shaking her head.

Yelena cut your bra, licking her lips as she got a good look at your tits. “Now I get it: Kate pays for all your nice things and in return, you let her fuck you.”

“What-“ you began, but Yelena clapped her hand onto your mouth.

“You’re being too loud. There’s people coming and if you so much as make one little sound, I’ll slit your throat right here with no hesitation. Nod if you understand, slut,” she whispered.

You hesitantly nodded your head, earning a predatory smile from Yelena.

“Good girl. As soon as they’re far away, I’m going to fuck you better than Kate Bishop ever could, and you’re going to take it like the good girl that you are. Then I’ll send you on your way, okay? Nod if you understand,” she instructed. You nodded as you watched a group of women walk past the alley that the two of you were in.

After six minutes of waiting, Yelena finally moved her hand away from your mouth. “Such a good girl. I’m going to put the knife away, so don’t give me another reason to bring it back out. You won’t like me then,” she warned, moving down so she could unzip your pants. “Matching panties too? God, Kate Bishop has such great taste, I can give her that.” Yelena smiled, pulling your pants off you, along with your underwear.

You watched as she grabbed your underwear, putting it into her pants pocket. “A little souvenir. Spread your legs for me.”

You stood still, not wanting to do anything she wanted you to. Yelena raised an eyebrow, reaching for her knife again, causing you to open your legs faster than you expected to. Yelena brought her hand down hard against your pussy. You cried out, turning your head to look at the wall as she slid a single finger into you.

“God you’re so wet, are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you? I bet I could make you come with just one finger. You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that? I want you to say it. I want you to say: I’m such a slut, I’ll let anyone fuck me,” Yelena snapped, curling her finger inside of you, causing you to squeeze your legs together. Yelena wasn’t allowing this – pulling out her knife, she cut you a little on your stomach. You cried out, causing Yelena to laugh. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s not even that deep, you’ll live. Now, be a good fucking girl and keep your fucking legs open.”

“There you are, let me see that pretty pussy of yours. You know, even in this alley, with the lighting not being the best, you, (Your Full Name), have such a pretty cunt that I can’t wait to ruin,” Yelena commented and you realized that she was more so talking to herself than you.

Yelena added a second finger, picking up her pace as she brought the pad of her thumb to your clit. Rubbing hard and rough circles, she watched as you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. “You know, I almost waited until you got to your apartment. I was waiting outside of Kate’s apartment. Oh? That’s your spot, isn’t it? Go on, you’re allowed to come as much as you want. But, as I was saying before, I was following you down the street, but you looked too good to wait a few more blocks.”

“Please…” you whimpered, causing Yelena to still her fingers.

“You want more? Zhadnaya devushka, don’t worry; I’ve got something much, much better for you,” Yelena said, pulling her fingers out of you and bringing them to her mouth as she brought her other hand to her zipper.

You lifted your head just as Yelena pulled her pants down to the middle of her thighs. She roughly pushed your legs further apart before moving so she was laying on top of you. Lining up the tip of the toy to your entrance, Yelena bottomed out in one rough thrust, laughing lightly as you cried out in pain. “Aw, what’s the matter? Were you not ready for my cock? You’re so wet, I don’t think you’re really in pain. You wanted me to fuck you since the moment you saw me.”

“N- no! No, I didn’t. I love Kate!” you snapped, trying to push Yelena off of you. You felt gross and cold, and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your apartment. Yelena continued to fuck you at a bruising pace, not allowing you a break.

“Oh? You love Kate Bishop? Then why are you letting me fuck you on this dirty ground while she’s at home all alone?” Yelena whispered in your ear, bringing her hand to your right nipple.

Yelena licked her lips as you let out a pained gasp, “Or maybe we should call her? Let her know how much of a whore her girlfriend really is? How does that sound?”

“Please no-!” you yelled, causing Yelena to slap you as hard as she could with the hand that was playing with your nipple.

The force of the hit causing you to stop fighting and you began to stare up into the night sky as Yelena continued to fuck you. You should have stayed at Kate’s, or at least let her order a cab for you, yet here you were. You were going to have to tell her as soon as you could.

“Fuck, you take me so well, I’m going to have to get a much bigger strap huh?” Yelena moaned as she continued to fuck you.

After a good ten minutes, Yelena pulled out of you. “I see you didn’t come, and that’s completely okay! You can’t tell me you didn’t have fun, though.”

You sat up, wiping away your tears as soon as Yelena stood up. You didn’t want her to be around you any longer than she had to. Grabbing her jacket that you hadn’t noticed she took off and handed to you. “Here, wear this on your way back to your apartment, I can’t have you going home with nothing on.”

You reluctantly took it from her, putting it on before you put your pants back on. “I want my underwear back.” You said, looking at the ground as you stood up. You needed a hot shower, and you wanted nothing more than to get away from her.

“You want your panties back?” she teased. You and her both knew that she heard you correctly.

“Yes…” you whispered, flinching as Yelena got closer to you.

“If you want them back, all you have to do is give me a kiss,” Yelena laughed, causing you to zip up the jacket she had given you.

“Just keep it and leave me alone, okay?” you said before walking out of the alley.

“Oh, (Your Name),” Yelena called out, causing you to turn around and face her. “If you tell anyone, I’ll hurt you. Understood? I know where you work, where you live, where you go for fun when you’re not spending time with Kate Bishop. I can take you out faster than anyone would or could notice. I mean it, (Your Name).”

You didn’t say a word - only nodding before you walked away and headed towards your apartment. You weren’t going to sleep tonight - you knew it. Maybe after your shower you’d pick up reading? Maybe that will keep your mind off of what Yelena did to you? All these questions ran through your head as you walked home. You took your time, not seeing a point in rushing home.

You flinched as your phone rang and when you saw that it was Kate, you breathed a sigh of relief for a good moment before realizing that you couldn’t tell Kate what had just happened. Not now, not ever. You took a deep breathe, finally answering her phone.

“(Your Name), what have you been doing that was more important than answering me? What the fuck? I said I was sorry, why can’t you just accept that?” Kate snapped, causing you to realize that you had been crying. You were just a block away from your apartment now - no Yelena in sight, thankfully.

“I-I’m sorry, I had my phone on silent and I decided to go for a walk when I got home. I’m sorry for not answering,” you apologized. You knew you weren’t so much in the wrong, but you also knew if you didn’t say what she wanted to hear, Kate was going to hold onto it for a while and that was something you didn’t need to deal with on top of what just happened.

“Well, next time you need to answer right away, okay? How about you come back here and show me how sorry you are? You weren’t listening to me: I trust you babe, it’s Yelena that I don’t,” Kate pleaded, causing you to sigh.

You should have listened to her - this was all your fault.

You began to cry harder, trying your best not to be too loud. The last thing you needed was for Kate to hear you and ask a bunch of questions. “Can I come first thing in the morning? I’ll bring us food and some movies, and-and I’ll even bring my switch and we can play some games!”

“Sounds like a plan. And bring your collar, I want to fuck you during the movies you bring,” Kate said, and you bit your lip as hard as you could. You didn’t want her to touch you, but you knew that she would grow suspicious if you denied her. You needed to act as if Yelena didn’t hurt you and that everything was okay. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll buy you some stuff that I’ve been wanting you to wear?”

You wiped away your tears as you finally reached your apartment complex. “You don’t have to, really. I still have a few things I haven’t worn yet.”

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I love you,” Kate said.

You swallowed. “I love you too.”

As soon as she hung up on you, you reached your front door. Looking around before pulling your keys out, and once more before unlocking it and walking in. You shut the door quickly, locking the door and making sure that it was locked three times before you turned on a light. You hated feeling like this, hated feeling like Yelena was going to pop out of nowhere like she did.

You walked around your living room, making sure your side door was locked completely, along with every window. Making your way up the stairs, you continued to look behind you until you made to the second floor. You rushed to your room, closing the door and shutting it. You locked your bedroom door and ripped off the jacket she had given you. Kicking it underneath your bed, you pulled your pants down and kicked them across the room. Rushing into the bathroom that was connected to your room, you turned on the shower and got in. You just needed to get the dirt off of you as well as the feeling of Yelena’s touch.

Trying your best not to cry, you scrubbed your skin as hard as you could. You wanted to desperately tell Kate, but couldn’t. Even if you could, would she actually believe you? Would she accuse you of wanting to fuck her the moment you saw her at the party? You wanted nothing more than to forget about it, but your mind was racing. Thankfully you weren’t going to ever see Yelena again and that made you feel a lot better, but you knew tomorrow you were going to have to let Kate fuck you, or she would know something was wrong.

“Fuck!” you shouted, turning off the water.

You got out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the rack before drying yourself off. You didn’t feel like putting clothes back on - crawling into your bed, you closed your eyes, letting sleep take over.

—-

You woke up, squeezing your thighs shut as you felt something touch your pussy. Snapping your eyes open once you were awake enough and alert, you turned to see Yelena sitting next you just as she slid two fingers inside you. Taken by surprise, you opened your mouth to scream, but Yelena shoved two fingers into your mouth with her other hand.

“Don’t be too loud, don’t want the neighbors to know much of a pathetic, cheating slut you are. Or do you want that? Want them to come over and fuck you next after me?” Yelena asked teasingly. “Oh what? Mouth too full to speak? How cute.”

Yelena continued to fuck you with her fingers, quickly adding a third. “God, you’re taking my fingers like a champ. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop visiting you,” she stated, licking her lips. She removed her fingers from your mouth, her eyes glued on you as you squeezed yours shut.

“Please…” you whimpered, trying to fight the orgasm that was fast approaching. “Please stop, Yelena, please.”

“You sound so fucking good when you beg,” Yelena complimented you, causing you to feel sick to your stomach. Yelena pulled her fingers out of your pussy and brought them up to your mouth. “Spit.”

When you didn’t, she shrugged, “No fun.” before bringing them to her own mouth. She spat once, and then twice before bringing them back down to your pussy.

Yelena pushed all three fingers back into you before adding a fourth one. “Wow, you know, for someone who really doesn’t like this, you sure are wet enough to take my whole fist. Let’s see if you can, shall we?”

You shook your head, bringing your hand that wasn’t near Yelena and punching her as hard as you could. To your surprise, she didn’t flinch at all.

“Really?!?” Yelena snapped, “Cукa. If you’re going to hit me, you should maybe hit me a little harder - that was just pathetic.”

“You’re the pathetic one, having to force yourself on someone. What? Nobody wanted to fuck you?” you snapped.

You gasped as she grabbed you by the throat roughly. “I can have anyone I want, but I chose you. You should be grateful I’m fucking you.”

Yelena let go of your neck, looking down and smiling when she realized how much of a mess you were making. When you accidentally let out a noise you had been holding in for who knows how long, Yelena’s smile grew bigger. “Oh? Are you about to come for me?” Yelena asked, even though she knew the answer already.

You shook your head, trying your best to deny what was approaching fast. “You can come, baby, really. But, I want you to say that I fuck you better than Kate while you do.”

“N-No!” you cried out, trying to pull at her wrist, but once again, she was too strong.

“Do I need to hurt you?” Yelena asked. When you shook your head, she sighed, “Then say it. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re so close, (Your Full Name), come on, be a good girl and say it.”

You bit your lip, but when Yelena wrapped her hand around your throat and squeezed, you choked out, “You… you fuck me better than Kate!”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear that,” she teased, letting go of your neck.

“You- you fuck me better than Kate, please-” you cried out as you came.

Yelena continued her pace as she fucked you through your orgasm, allowing you to ride it out before she removed her fingers. Bringing them to your mouth, she shoved two of her fingers as far as she could get them. She pulled them out as you began to gag. “You really need to work on that gag reflex, (Your Full Name). Does Kate not fuck your face?”

You looked down at your hands, refusing to look at Yelena longer than you already had. “How did you get in? I made sure I locked everything,” you said, hoping she would be honest with you.

“Oh, now why would I tell you that?” she teased. “Have fun at Kate’s, but remember, if you tell her…”

“I won’t, I won’t,” you said, hoping she would be satisfied with your answer.

“Good girl. Have fun.”

With that, Yelena walked out of your room and, you assumed, down the stairs. Turning to look at the clock, you sighed when you realized it was only seven in the morning. You had two hours before Kate was expecting you, but a part of you wanted to cancel - to lie and tell her you were sick, but you knew she would never fall for that. You dragged yourself out of bed and once you grabbed the clothes you wanted to wear, you took a long, hot shower again.

You packed a bag: a few outfits, some movies, and your switch, and called Kate to see if she was up. After the second ring, she answered, “Hey babe,” she said, and you smiled softly.

You and Kate had issues, but hearing her voice was comforting now. “Hey, I know it’s earlier than usual but would it be okay if I come now? I’ll be spending the weekend too if you’re still okay with that.”

“I totally am, I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Kate said.

“Yeah! I’m finding a ride right now,” you said before Kate hung up.

You took a deep breath as you ordered a ride, unsure of what was going to happen. You were usually awful at keeping secrets, but you knew you were going to have to try your best with this. A part of you wanted to know how Yelena got in your apartment, suddenly not feeling safe in your own space.

Once your uber was two minutes away, you grabbed your bag and went outside. Locking your door and making sure it was locked, you hoped the next few days were going to be great.

[bearimba]

Silver doesn't need another father. He's already got one of those, technically, but the man turned out to be a weak, cowardly bastard who couldn't face his own problems let alone raise a child. The way he sees it, there's no need to set himself for more disappointment. He's got a roof over his head and food to eat, and that's far more than he could ever depend on in the last... however many years he'd been living on the streets. Lance and Clair are annoying as hell, but while he's training in the Dragon Den, he doesn't exactly have much room to complain. Not out loud, anyways.

Lance doesn't particularly want to be a dad either. He's already got too much responsibility on his plate as Champion, and this kid clearly needs so much more emotional support than he feels like he can provide. Simply convincing him to move into his guest room was enough of a struggle, and it only really worked because Lance had promised Silver he could "earn" his keep. What the hell is up with that, anyways? He's not sure what Silver's past looks like, and he's not about to go prying, but the bare minimum he can do is make sure he doesn't have to rough it out in the woods anymore. At least Clair seems to be having fun training him...

Clair is more than ready to be an aunt. The other two refuse to admit to caring for each other, but unlike them, she's not afraid of something as stupid as her emotions. The brat's slowly but surely been mellowing out during his training, and her idiot cousin has actually been taking care of himself for once in order to be a "good example." Silver has even caught on to calling Lance "old man" like she does, on account of those ugly-ass reading glasses the all-mighty Champion has to wear, and she couldn't be prouder. Best part is, she doesn't have to spend a dime except to treat the kid every so often! That's a win in her book if ever there was one.

[britneyshakespeare]

i was crying in front of a sidewalk tonight and someone in a passing car asked to me through their window "you alright?" honestly didnt even know what they expected

[familyagrestefanblog]

Yeah, now that you point it out, as far as the leaks show, Maribug is really out here not even trying to help Sublime up or do anything else to help her. Marinette is once again too paralysed by the realisation that she's capable of something... *checks my notes* not good,

so the local hero goddess just leaves the hurt civilian with the two broken prosthetic legs SHE BROKE on the floor to instead have a meltdown again over in how much emotional agony she is bc now someone might think she isn't the pure hearted underdog martyr in this (and every other) scenario

Which of course the narrative declares the more important matter. That everyone involved understands that Maribug is a pure hearted innocent little underdog who must now be comforted 24/7 and reassured that no one is angry with her or else she would apparently drop dead

They're really have LADYBUG this fucking inconsidered that she just lands in front of a running disabled person and, as far as the leaks show, everyone has to immediately make sure Ladybug isn't feeling bad about it. It's not like Ladybug SHOULD be asked to fucking pay attention to where she's landing bc civilians are not only vulnerable, they are also just living their normal lives in the normal world. THEY shouldn't have to pay attention and look out if Ladybug will show up any second so their existence isn't bothering her, she should watch out for THEM (that sounds infuriatingly familiar, doesnt it?)

Please don't have this be treated as a case of "Ladybug landed here so the entire environment is now the battle field she owns, meaning it's actually fine and JUSTIFIED that she pays no attention to where she's landing. She thought there is an akuma, so she can't be expected to remember that civilian life goes on"

Cause ngl, I'm still not over how near the end of season 5 one of Marinette's plans seriously was to just... use the tiger powered Akuma to NUKE a part of the city.

She absolutely killed innocent people there for the crime of existing because I guess she forgot that the world isn't her empty battle field once there is an akuma, so she didn't feel the need to think of another plan for 5 seconds that doesn't involve nuking a part of the city (but remember, Adrien was VILLAINOUS for breaking that poor chimney lmao)

So count me unsurprised that Sublimation seems to continue Maribug's irresponsible treatment of her environment once she's suited up. I wished I could say that I hope she'll grow from this, but I can't see the show finally challenging Maribug's entitlement of thinking the world around her doesn't count and belongs to her as battle field because anything else would be mean to her authority.

She's gonna be shocked to her core here that her existence is capable of causing something not good, then she'll be reassured to hell and back that it's not her fault, and that's it.

did you see the spoilers for ml season 6 where there’s a new girl with a prosthetic leg and that leg ends up broken and marinette’s involved somehow? honestly i’m gonna give marinette the benefit of the doubt for now and just assume this is either a huge misunderstanding/accident or extremely misleading spoiler just because this is a serious thing, like I was super disappointed with how her character’s written in season 4 and 5 but I just don’t want to believe the writers would come up with something like this when this would easily be one of the worst things she’s ever done (if she’s actually responsible). I saw the spoiler on TikTok and there’s several explanations I’ve seen in the comments:

the new girl (idr her name) is lila/cerise in disguise and she wants to ruin marinette’s reputation (iirc the writers said she’s nice and not a villain but maybe they just don’t want to spoil the plot for obvious reasons)

marinette didn’t have bad intentions/it was an accident/misunderstanding/spoilers are too misleading/not enough information yet

and my least favorite explanation…the new girl was trying to get with adrien (some fans are saying this to say this is all part of her scheme to get adrien to break up with marinette and date her instead but some are saying this to justify marinette if she was actually at fault for this)

I think my main concern is how the writers are going to address this. What if they try to justify it if marinette really was at fault? Or what if it’s all a misunderstanding but then they put the new girl to the side to focus on how sad this is for marinette? Are they going to be able to address this in a way that doesn’t come across as ableist while also not making their protagonist look like a bad person? What do you think?

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I just saw the leak, but at first I couldn't find it, so I’d already written a response before that, so here's me describing the possible nightmare scenarios before the writers proved me right about their priorities:

Like, hot take, but it doesn’t matter what the new girl is doing, messing with her mobility aid would still be absolutely unforgivable. Even if it’s Lila in disguise, Marinette has already exhibited so much ableism in trying to prove her disabilities aren’t real that I would just say that the writers shouldn’t be allowed to as much as mention any disability ever again. “A person claiming they’re disabled could be lying to get special considerations, so make sure to check any claims of disability, no matter how awful you come across for doing it,” is not a lesson that has any place in a children’s cartoon, even accidentally. And that’s exactly what any scenario with a girl faking a disability / using their disability to get closer to Adrien would entail as well, the idea that we should be suspicious of disabled people trying to “cheat” their way to things that “belong” to us.

But, like, even if it actually is going to be aiming to be an actual lesson in disabilities where it’s all a misunderstanding/mistake, the thing is that, lately, I’ve been looking back at the “lessons” in this show, even in the earlier seasons, and I just don’t have faith in these writers’ ability to deliver any kind of moral to kids in a consistent way, unless they’re going to have a character directly talk to the screen to explain what the moral is.

Let’s use ‘The Mime’ as an example. The scenario in this episode is that Marinette, through her clumsiness, deletes the most important video Alya had filmed so far, and then spends the rest of the episode trying to recreate the video in order to cover up for her mistake. In the end, it turns out there was no problem because Alya had already saved a copy of the video because she expected something like Marinette deleting it to happen, so she was never even mad or disappointed, but Marinette still sets up Alya to get a one-on-one interview with Ladybug. What did Marinette learn in this episode exactly?

The most good faith interpretation of the episode is that the point is that you own up and make up for your mistakes, hence Marinette setting Alya up to get an interview with Ladybug. But this message is muddled up by the fact that, even before the retool, the writers didn’t want Marinette suffering any real consequences for messing up, or to show her messing up in a way that couldn’t be “fixed”, so the video was actually safe and no irreparable damage was done. Alya had foreseen that Marinette would mess up and planned accordingly. This takes the wind out of the sails of the lesson because of course Marinette would do something nice for Alya, who’s such a considerate friend who never gets mad at her and plans around Marinette’s flaws. It’s a pretty different thing to go out of your way to apologise or make things up to someone who is actually mad at you for a good reason, and it requires a lot more courage. The situation in ‘The Mime’ is the easiest version of this situation imaginable for Marinette, but completely unrealistic for anyone facing this kind of situation in real life.

So, with this kind of previous showing back when I still had faith in this show, how would I expect them to deal with Marinette accidentally messing with someone’s mobility aid post-retool? I’d expect a lot of focus on how upsette Marinette is, because that’s the show’s number one priority outside of the love quest, with the show going out of it’s way to make it very clear that Marinette didn’t mean to, she feels really bad about it and she’s scared of how the new girl will react. At the end of the episode she would gather her courage and face the music, and it turns out the new girl was actually getting a new mobility aid that very same day and she wouldn’t have needed the old one any longer anyway. And then Marinette will maybe make some gesture of friendship that the new girl gladly accepts, no hard feelings. Any normal person would still be pissed about their expensive mobility aid being messed with, but the writers of this show never have characters react normally when the normal thing to do is not instantly forgive Marinette. So this scenario would be making things easy for Marinette, but completely unrealistic for the viewing audience.

Simply put, I really, really really hope the sneak preview is purposefully misleading, as they tend to be, and the crew doesn’t try to tackle the topic of physical disabilities with their tendency to favor the perspective of their coddled, able-bodied protagonist.

—

After seeing the leak:

So, like, fucking hell, way to further sully the idea that Marinette ever took her job as Ladybug seriously. Just to make herself look like the victim when she’s caught stalking someone (something she insisted last season she’d stopped doing), she goes so far as faking being Akumatized, transforming into Ladybug and jumping right in the middle of the field, of this girl's path, to scream about an Akuma attack. Like, the reveal that Sublime knew there was actually no Akuma and that Tomoe apparently made the leg less sturdy on purpose doesn’t make it better when Marinette got Sublime slippery and then startled her enough to make her slip. People break perfectly fine legs from slipping, it's why anti-skid devices sell so well in winter. All of this being an accident doesn’t make it okay, and Marinette sure as hell didn’t have anything close to those “good intentions” her stans love to attribute to her.

But, of course, her victim is going to be a perfect flawless angel who wasn't even upset about the stalking, instead defending Marinette to Ladybug, just in case saying: “this girl I know pretended to be Akumatized because she was caught stalking me” might make Marinette look bad to the audience. She also instantly reassures Ladybug, the one who actually caused her to slip, who hasn't done anything more than stare at her slack-jawed, because god forbid anyone ever say anything about Marinette that isn't validation or praise while she's too busy freaking out about herself.

Like, Marinette causes Sublime to break her leg, and we instantly see the victim in this situation go: “I’m okay, I’m not hurt”, while Marinette just stands there having her personal little panic attack. Like, a girl lost her leg, and the writers still try to sell Marinette as the injured party by having the victim insist she's okay while Marinette is having another one of her manipulative, please-feel-sorry-for-me-audience emotional breakdowns. The writers seriously made Marinette’s victim prioritize reassuring her over anything else.

I knew the writers were going to have Marinette be instantly forgiven, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so instant that she didn’t even get to finish processing her fuck-up. Or to go so out of their way to make Marinette seem less at fault because, like, Tomoe messing with the leg on purpose isn't a villain scheme, it was just to make Marinette look better in comparison.

The writers have this ability where, when I write down what I think would be a very likely way for one of their stories to go very badly, they do just that while still managing to make it worse.

[eikotheblue]

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[kateis-cakeis]

people are really so weird and so fatphobic huh

(and oops most of my commentary is in the tags XD)

[kuromi-hoemie]

i had a fun day 2 day ૮˶• ﻌ •˶ა everyone has been so nicey 2 me all day from the minute i left my house earlier ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა ♡⁠

i went to a Retreat for the first time for work earlier 0: and I did SO good for being up since 2am it didn't even feel like it 💀

it was so chill i drove like an hour away but Away from the city so there wasn't rly traffic and the mountains r so pretty 2 drive thru (❁´◡`❁) got some rain n v low clouds and since it's autumn there's all these pretty colors. i took an edible on the way n was just jammin out n enjoying the scenery among the many safe opportunities 2 look

and then at the thing we got 2 do different ice breakers n go on decently long breaks; i got 2 hang in different groups n actually Talk w a bunch of ppl which i never have time for omg. it's nice working at a legal nonprofit, i would NOT want to do this with corporate mfs !! 😹

went around n said hii to the enbies and i ran up a hill that looked a lot smaller than it was, i made it like 80% of the way before my legs were immediately like no girl we're done !! but my brain was like but it's Right There, and i struggled 2 finish the climb but I Did !! ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა and i was so so tired i do not remember ever being that winded before 💀 getting down was so much slower n worse bc my legs were Done and when i finally made it to the bottom i laid flat on my back for like 15m, and when when i made it back to sit n chill i still need like 10 more minutes akskska. i do not b exercising !! i just wanted 2 play it looked fun and i got excited (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

in between things i was working on my sister's choker n kept winding up w a group of ppl around me 2 talk to about it and just talk 2 in general n the company was rly nice (❁´◡`❁) ♡ had a lot of different kinda talks 2day!! everyone is a sweetie!! some ppl r so funny n chill and i rly hope 2 get 2 talk more casually w people perhaps As Friends when i go in 👉👈

there's one girl in particular who is rly cute n sweet and i want 2 see her again ૮˶• ﻌ •˶ა when I got home finally i had 2 hop on my work laptop real quick 2 look up her name again 2 make sure i didn't forget ☝️😌 we do not work at the same office but hii i am visiting next week 🐇

yippee!!!! ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა !!!