#and as agent 8 you're the doctor

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GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestive comments. WORD COUNT: 6.0k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dadtobe!gojo, pregnant!oc, established couple. a lil' jealous!oc.

SYNOPSIS: a compilation of short stories about the stages of pregnancy with oc gojo girlfriend and satoru. AUTHOR'S NOTE: please make sure to read 'accidents' before milestones. i couldn't have you guys miss out on oc gojo girlfriend and satoru's pregnancy journey. it was so fun to write this. a lot of research went into the baby gojo chronicles, i honestly think my fbi agent thinks i'm pregnant. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

8 weeks: the first pre-natal appointment

it has been two weeks since you and satoru decided that you were going to keep the baby. this week was your first pre-natal appointment to "meet" baby gojo. you couldn't tell who was more nervous, you or satoru.

during your appointment, satoru sat in the exam room as the nurse drew your blood to perform tests and to confirm the pregnancy. the nurse also performed a pap smear, which freaked satoru out after he saw what a speculum looked like. he said it looked like a 'torture chamber tool' and you wholeheartedly agreed with him.

you exchanged soft smiles with satoru multiple times throughout your appointment. satoru was engrossed with the entire process. his curiousness was adorable in your eyes as he asked your nurse questions about all the procedures and tests she was performing. about an hour later after receiving the results of your blood tests, your doctor entered the room.

“well, first things first, congratulations on your pregnancy (y/n)! your blood test came back positive with hcg.” your doctor began, “now let’s talk about some upcoming lifestyle changes you'll have to make.”

“wait, when do we get to see the baby?” satoru interrupted. you glared at him, dark green eyes telling him ‘shut up, satoru’.

“we’ll perform the ultrasound after this, satoru.” your doctor chimed. “(y/n), i want you to start taking a pre-natal. stop eating raw fish, deli meats, and eat thoroughly cooked meats for now.”

you blinked twice. that meant no sushi for you. your heart sank a little. satoru noticed the disappointment shift in your mood. he felt a little guilty.

"so that's why you had me cook your steak well-done..." satoru whispered to himself. you scoffed at his sudden realization from two weeks ago. (read ‘accidents’ here)

“do you or satoru have any pre-existing medical conditions in either families?”

“no. but he might be pre-diabetic by the time he’s 40.” you snorted.

satoru chuckled and reported back, “there’s nothing on my side of the family to note.”

“that’s great to hear. just be aware of gestational diabetes, (y/n). i know you love your chocolate ice cream so watch your intake.” your doctor typed some notes in your patient profile, “your due date is looking close to october 14th. any other questions?”

“can the baby come earlier?” satoru quickly asked.

your doctor smiled at the both of you, “i wouldn’t necessary call it early, but babies are considered full term at 37 weeks. it would be good for the baby to be born around or after that time.”

“uhm, do you think i’ll be able to give birth vaginally?” you asked next. your sister-in-law had to have c-sections, so that worried you. her recovery was a journey for her and honestly, it scared you. but you were willing to do whatever it takes to make sure baby gojo arrived safely.

“as long as there aren’t any complications, of course. we can plan on that. we'll just have to monitor how your pregnancy is going.” your doctor picked up on yours and satoru’s quiet and awkward social queues, "and yes, you can still have sex while you're pregnant.

"oh, thank god." satoru sighed in relief as you smacked him with the back of your hand. he was so embarrassing.

"please, just ignore him." you looked at your doctor, cheeks cherry red.

she laughed and asked the most important question of the day, “are you guys ready to meet your baby?”

you nodded your head and giggled, “yes. i think satoru’s more excited than i am. he won't shut up about it.”

“i’ve been waiting two weeks for this moment.” satoru said with a sheepish smile, his hand scratching the back of his fresh undercut. his blue eyes peeking through from his sunglasses.

“okay, let’s get started then.” your doctor announced while snapping on her sterile gloves. “we’ll be performing a transabdominal ultrasound today, nothing painful.”

she squeezed a handful of gel to apply to your belly. you jumped in your seat.

“are you okay?” satoru asked, concerned at your sudden movement.

you reassured him, “yeah, the gel is just cold.”

your doctor laughed in amusement and started to rub the wand around your abdomen. you heard a fast thumping noise.

“is that the heartbeat?” you wondered, looking at the black and white screen. satoru smiled from ear-to-ear as he cupped his cheek in his right hand, his left hand squeezing yours. hearing his baby’s heartbeat might take the cake for one of his favorite sounds in the world, next to your laugh.

your doctor reported back, “yup. a healthy 138 bpm. i’m gonna take some pictures now…”

you saw a tiny circle in the middle of the monitor as your doctor clicked away on her computer mouse.

“is that the baby?” satoru asked, squinting at the monitor.

“yes. you see the little image that looks like a bean?” she clicked again, “it’s about half an inch… that’s your baby.”

“it’s so cute. how tiny. a baby bean…” you gushed. you turned to look at satoru. he was itching his eyes.

“satoru gojo, are you crying?” you asked in disbelief.

he quickly defended himself, avoiding all eye contact with you. “no! something just got in my eye.”

he was such a liar. his infinity would never allow anything to touch his precious six eyes.

your doctor laughed at the sweet moment between the two of you. you watched the love of your life stare at the black and white screen in amazement. your heart felt like it was going to burst watching him. you wanted to hold him tightly and never let go.

12 weeks: surprise! we’re pregnant!

it was so hard for you and satoru to keep your pregnancy a secret for the past 6 weeks. the only two people who knew you were pregnant were shoko and megumi.

your doctor had advised you to wait until the end of your first trimester to announce your pregnancy because of the risk of miscarriage. once you made it past the first trimester, you thought about how you were going to tell everyone. of course, you and satoru wanted it to be a surprise. an imaginary lightbulb lit above your head.

“babe, i have an idea.” you said excitedly, grabbing satoru’s arm as he was looking through your office drawers for something sweet to snack on.

“hmmm. what is it, sweetheart?” he asked as he unwrapped a piece of chocolate. you always kept a stash of satoru's favorite chocolates in your desk for him because he loved to hide in your office and avoid his sensei duties.

“you know how we usually take a group picture with the faculty, students, and sister school every year? let's tell principal yaga to schedule it early this year.”

“oh, i like where this is going.” satoru laughed. he read your mind. you high-fived him. he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. couples’ telepathy was really a thing.

*********************************

“and why do we have to be here?” maki complained as she folded her arms. she wanted to train, not take a silly picture.

“come on, maki! it’s tradition to get a picture of all the students and faculty. it’s just that we’re taking the picture earlier than usual this year.” panda said as he patted her back.

“even okkotsu came back from his training to be in the picture. my sister flew in just to be in it too.” megumi said as he watched yuta interact with the students from kyoto. tsumiki was attached to your hip. megumi already knew the real reason why the picture was scheduled so early in the school year and why tsumiki was asked to be in the picture.

“alright! everyone looks great.” yuji cheered as he walked to his assigned spot for the group picture.

principal yaga gathered everyone, “please make your way to the field and get into your assigned spots. satoru will be pressing the button for the camera since he can teleport to his spot quickly.”

you nervously watched as all the students and jujutsu high faculty made their way to their spots, getting ready for the picture.

“okay everyone!” satoru shouted as he prepared himself to teleport next to you and megumi, “i’m pressing the timer!”

satoru appeared by your side as the 10 second timer ticked. satoru sneakily pressed record instead taking of a picture. “everyone say ‘(y/n)-sensei’s pregnant’!”

everyone stopped to look at you and satoru in confusion.

“what?”

“what did he say?”

“huh?!”

“(y/n)-sensei… is pregnant?!”

“wait what?”

“holy shit, (y/n)-sensei is pregnant!”

after a few seconds of questioning, everyone realized what had just happened. you had just announced your pregnancy.

in that moment, you were tackled by tsumiki, megumi, yuji, nobara, and yuta as they cheered around you in a group hug. ijichi, akari, principal yaga, nanami, ino, mei, utahime and shoko were all congratulating satoru. they took turns speaking with the both of you, giving you well wishes on a safe and healthy pregnancy.

“congrats, (y/n)-sensei.” maki said with a soft smile, embarrassed she complained about being here. she wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.

panda added, “yes, congratulations! we’re excited to see you and satoru become parents.”

“salmon, salmon!” toge congratulated you in his own words.

“thanks everyone. if you guys aren’t busy, we’re going to have a celebratory dinner tonight at splendid sushi. satoru’s treat.” you winked.

“hey! i heard that!” satoru shouted at you from across the field as he grinned. both you and satoru were thrilled to see everyone’s excitement on the news of baby gojo.

*********************************

“are you nervous to tell my brother you knocked up his little sister?” you teased satoru. you kissed his cheek as he brushed the loose strands of black hair behind your ear.

“nah, i’m sure he wants nieces and nephews for his kids. plus, it was an accident.” he joked as he drummed his fingers on the restaurant table. you and satoru people-watched through the restaurant window, waiting for touya and his wife. (a/n: yeah, touya is married with 2 kids now. his wife’s name is hana. a non-sorcerer. maybe i'll write a wedding fic.)

you smiled as you saw your brother walk into the restaurant, holding the door open for hana. touya’s black hair and golden-yellow eyes beamed when he saw you satoru.

“satoru! how have you been, bro?!” touya greeted his self-proclaimed brother, pulling him in for a bro hug.

“i can’t believe he hugged satoru first.” you looked at hana in disbelief as she giggled, hugging you instead.

“they really are bestfriends now.” hana realized as she sat across from you.

satoru sat back down in his seat next to you, touya sitting across from him. “glad you guys could have lunch with us. it’s been awhile.”

“we have a gift for you guys! a souvenir from our last trip.” you lied to your brother and sister-in-law. you pushed a card and white box towards them.

“open it. it’s special, made especially for you.” satoru urged, touya and hana taking the card to open first.

“what do you get a brother who already has everything?” touya read out loud. hana curiously reading along with him. satoru placed his hand on your thigh. the both of you were grinning from ear-to-ear watching the two open the box. they pulled out a beige baby onesie.

touya read the text on the onesie, “how about the title uncle and auntie…?”

after putting 2+2 together, touya hid his face with his hands, both him and hana were so happy for you and satoru. your eyes started to water watching them. a tearful laugh came out of you.

“congratulations, you two. my baby sis is having a baby...” touya said as he got up to embrace you.

you hugged him tighter, “thanks, touya…” you softly said. the warmth of your brother's love and support making you extremely emotional. these pregnancy hormones were out. of. control.

18 weeks: an important question

"aren't you curious to what the gender is?" shoko asked you and satoru. you asked shoko to join you two for lunch today because you had an important question to ask the amber-eyed doctor in regards to your unborn child.

you took a bite of your chicken katsu before answering, "of course we are. but we decided not to find out because we want it to be a surprise."

“what do you want it to be? a boy or girl?”

“it doesn’t matter. as long as baby gojo is healthy.” satoru stereotypically said as he stretched his arm to rest over your shoulder. he secretly wanted a girl.

you added, “we raised megumi and tsumiki. we already experienced the best of both worlds. so i’m not picky.”

“i guess i’m just being selfish because i want to know the gender.” shoko laughed as she took a sip of her mimosa.

“oh! shoko, we have a present for you.” you said as you put down your chopsticks. you turned to satoru and he grabbed another white box with a card attached do it, similar to the one you gave touya and hana.

“it better be the gender of your baby.” she laughed as she took the present from satoru.

“it’s something even better.” satoru said with his signature shit-eating grin.

shoko opened the card, reading it out loud, “i need an extra pair of hands to help me learn and grow… i know that yours will be the best because mommy and daddy told me so…?” she looked at the card, confused.

you asked her clearly while trying not to laugh, “shoko, will you be baby gojo’s godmother?”

shoko stared at both you and satoru after she realized what you had just asked of her. she started to chuckle as she got out of her seat to hug you. “of course, i will. hopefully your baby won’t grow up to be a little shit like satoru.” she said as she punched the white-haired sorcerer in the arm, satoru completely letting her bypass his infinity to do so.

“there’s another gift in there.” satoru added, pointing at the giant glass.

shoko picked up the pint glass and read the etching, “you drink too much. you smoke too much. and you cheated on your medical exam. we can’t think of anyone more suitable to be baby gojo’s godmother.”

shoko laughed, “okay, this might have been better than finding out the gender of your baby.”

26 weeks: baby gojo’s first (external) kick

megumi came home this weekend to spend time with you, satoru, and tsumiki. normally, he would be spending his free time exploring japan with nobara and yuji, but since you were pregnant and tsumiki was back for her semester break from her study abroad program, he wanted to spend his free time with his family.

you were in the kitchen with tsumiki making dinner while satoru and megumi sat around the living room with his demon dogs, shiro and kuro. catoru was lounging in their cat scratch post and your spirit birds were out on the patio enjoying the weather. you didn’t realize how zoo-like your home was until now... and that wasn't even including all of megumi's shikigami either.

while chopping vegetables, tsumiki updated you on her high school adventures abroad. ever since she started at e.f. academy, she has been non-stop on-the-go with extracurricular activities. she told you about her latest projects, how the weather was in california, about all the friends she made, and even the boy she had a small crush on. (read 'wherever you are' here)

on the couch, megumi spoke with satoru about his shikigami and how he’s been able to tame a majority of them now. this was the first time in awhile those two haven’t bickered in your presence, and it was a sight to behold.

you rested your hands on your belly as you leaned your back against the kitchen counter, listening to your sweet teenager talk about how cute her crush was. you reminisced about your time in high school, how you thought satoru was a complete asshole when you first met him, and how his good looks and horrible personality made up for it. if your 18 year old self could see you now, she wouldn’t believe the sight. (read 'love at first fight' here)

you felt a little tap against your hands. “huh?” you said out loud, realizing what you just felt on your hands.

“(y/n)? are you okay?” tsumiki asked as she put down the chopping knife. satoru and megumi turned around from the couch, all the attention was on you.

“i think baby gojo just kicked my hand.” you announced. only you were able to feel baby gojo kick internally for the past couple weeks, but now, you thought that satoru and the kids would be able to actually feel the kicks from the outside too.

“hurry, come over here!” you said frantically, hoping baby gojo would kick again. satoru dramatically teleported beside you as megumi hopped over the couch ledge to race over to the kitchen, kuro and shiro following him.

you took all three of their hands and placed it on your belly where you thought baby gojo was. the demon dogs sniffed around you, their tails wagging happily. you pursed your lips, waiting for another kick. you felt kuro and shiro licking your hands.

and there it was. another gentle kick from baby gojo.

“i felt it!” tsumiki cheered as she jumped around the kitchen. her bright smile lighting up the room.

satoru hugged you from behind. you both smiled while watching tsumiki and megumi. megumi looked at his hand, and then back at your stomach.

“did you feel it, megumi?” you asked him with a smile.

“yeah, i did.” he said softly. “that was pretty cool.”

“what about you, daddy?” you grinned as you asked satoru.

megumi gagged at satoru’s new title, “gross. i’m leaving.”

you and satoru watched as your moody teenager made his way back to the couch, tsumiki’s attention back on chopping vegetables. satoru’s arms were still wrapped around you, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. baby gojo kicked once more.

“i think baby gojo is saying ‘let go of us so mommy can finish cooking’.” you giggled as you turned around to face the white haired sorcerer. you caressed his cheek with your palm. he snuck two kisses on your neck.

“fine… but i expect some alone time later.” he winked at you before kissing the palm of your hand.

you laughed, “sorry, babe, the kids are home this weekend, plus you get me all to yourself next week when we go to mexico for our baby moon.”

30 weeks: a first time parents' class

"babe, get ready. i signed us up for a class."

"what kind of class? it better not be another ‘how to have sex while pregnant’ class." you rolled your eyes at the ridiculous class that satoru signed you up for at the beginning of your pregnancy. you sighed, your belly weighing you down on your very comfortable white couch that you would probably need satoru's help getting out of.

he grinned at you as he grabbed your purse and your shoes. "a first time parents class."

your doctor recommended that you and satoru waited until your third trimester to take a 'first time parent' class. the class would teach new parents about the different kinds of births, pain management strategies, what to do if and when your water breaks, how to time contractions, postpartum care, caring for the baby, and baby first aid.

“do we have to go?” you asked, “i’m tired.” feigning exhaustion as you put the back of your hand over your eyes and forehead.

“of course we have to go!” satoru exclaimed as he sat down next to you. he was always so excited whenever it came to anything related to baby gojo. he slipped on your white sneakers for you, swiftly tying your shoe laces bunny ear style as you sat up on your elbows. you caught yourself smiling at him. he was so doting. you could definitely get used to this.

satoru studied you. you weren't wearing any makeup today, but you had the radiant "pregnancy glow" that everyone talked about. you wore a beige dress under a white crop t-shirt that hugged your belly tightly. “you look beautiful, so no need to change or do your makeup.”

“you just don’t want to be late.” you laughed. this was the first time that satoru gojo was on time for anything.

*********************************

satoru teleported you both to the hospital in tokyo that you go to for your all your doctor appointments. apparently the hospital was hosting the class he signed up for. there were many pregnant women with their significant others, friends, mothers, and mother-in-laws sitting around the small auditorium.

as you entered the room, you heard gasps and whispers about satoru.

“wow! what a good looking guy!”

“he’s a total hottie!”

“that guy is gonna be a dilf for sure!”

“do you see the cutie with the white hair and blue eyes?!”

“where should we sit?” satoru asked as he held your hand. you looped your free arm around his bicep covetously, staking claim to your man as if your very pregnant belly didn't do so already.

“don’t pretend like you don’t hear all the women in this room talking about you.” you hissed at him as you sat down in a seat closer to the front of the auditorium. because this happened everywhere you went with satoru, normally it wouldn't bug you, but for some reason it did today.

“somebody’s a green eyed monster today.” he sang with a smug smile. it was his favorite analogy to use when you were jealous because your green eyes were so fitting. he sat down next to you, draping his left arm around your shoulder, his right elbow perched on the arm rest. after over a decade of being with you, he was unphased by comments from other women. he ate it all up in high school, but satoru gojo became a changed man once he met you.

“am not.” you said under your breath. you stayed quiet for a moment. “babe, i just think it’s funny how—”

satoru's left ear was saved as your 'i think it's funny how' rant was interrupted by the presenter, “good afternoon! and welcome to the first time parents class!”

even though you were jealous and didn’t like how all the other women in the auditorium were drooling over satoru, you couldn’t stay mad. throughout the years, satoru’s beautiful blue eyes have never strayed and he never made you feel unwanted, even when you argued or when you were being difficult and stubborn. he was never bothered by your jealously. you were the only person he chased after since the day he met you at jujutsu high.

throughout the class, satoru took notes on his phone and asked questions during the q&a. it was hard to stay mad at a man as dedicated and involved as satoru gojo. you decided to just ignore the women in the class, however, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t cling to satoru when the class ends.

*********************************

“so, what’d you think about the class?” satoru asked as he placed your go-to order of ice cream in front of you. he sat across from you as you glared at his sweet, handsome, smug face.

“it was fine. we learned a lot of information, don’t you think?” you deferred as you scooped a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“yeah, and i learned that you still get jealous til’ this day.” satoru poked fun at you. “remember the first time i took you shopping in shibuya? you were soooo jealous of all the girls talking about me and you weren’t even my girlfriend at the time.” he laughed at the memory. (read ‘love at first fight’ here)

you quipped back, “satoru, everyone knows that you’re the one who’s obsessed with me.”

“true,” he agreed while taking a bite of your ice cream, “but it’s nice to see that side of you every once in awhile. what’s my baby gonna do when she’s not my number one anymore?” he mocked in a playful tone, shooting a bright toothy smile at you.

your emerald green eyes pierced his sapphire blue eyes. “what do you mean by that?”

“baby gojo is gonna be my number one.” satoru said nonchalantly, licking caramel off your spoon.

you took your ice cream away from him. holding the cup closer to you instead of putting it in the middle of the table to share.

satoru chastised you, “that’s not nice, sweetheart.”

“you’re insufferable, babe.” you rolled your eyes at him. “first, you let women drool all over you in front of me, then you tell me that i’m not your number one anymore. what’s next? you don’t love me either?”

“there you go with the theatrics.” satoru sighed, folding his arms. he wouldn't expect anything less from his life partner.

“i learned from the best teacher, i think his name was satoru gojo.” you winked at him.

"it's a good thing i love you." satoru said as he leaned over the table to kiss you on the lips. he tasted just like caramel.

32 weeks: nesting

"this fucking crib is going to be the death of me." satoru muttered under his breath as he struggled putting together the 'smart' crib that he bought. as soon as satoru found out you were pregnant, he spent a whole month researching cribs to decide which one he was going to buy for baby gojo. he decided on the most expensive one, thinking that it would be the best. rich people logic. this crib was called a 'snoo'.

"you didn't have to get such a high tech crib, babe." you said as you sat on the bed folding warm, freshly washed baby clothes and baby bedding for the snoo. you admired how cute and small the onesies were. because you and satoru didn't know the gender of your baby, you bought a lot of neutral colored clothing like beiges, tans, browns, and whites.

"my baby is going to have the best everything." satoru boasted. of course, baby gojo was going to be spoiled. they had you and satoru gojo as their parents.

during the past couple of weeks, you and satoru had bought a handful of important things that new parents would need for a newborn baby such as a crib, stroller, car seat, changing table dresser, and a comfortable lounging chair for your bedroom to put next to baby gojo's crib for the late night feeds.

satoru insisted that everything would be 'nuna' branded. the employee at his favorite department store convinced him after they mentioned that nuna was the "lamborghini of baby strollers and car seats." the matching stroller and car seat system was well over $1,000, you couldn't argue with satoru about how much he was spending because it would be hypocritical of you and your spending habits. so you let him get what he wanted.

after hours of setting up the snoo, putting together the baby stroller, installing the car seat, and building the dresser, satoru sighed, "what a long day." he crawled under the covers to meet you in bed, the back of his hand covering his face in exhaustion.

“it’s a good thing you could just use blue to move the lounge chair from the front door to the bedroom. you probably would've broke your back.” you teased him, knowing satoru gojo doesn’t do manual labor.

“the one easy part about today.” he complained.

while satoru took on his fatherly projects, you were able to deep clean the apartment, put baby clothes and diapers into the newly built dresser, add the clean bedding to the snoo, and re-organize all the drawers in the apartment. you were in the nesting stage of your pregnancy.

you turned to face him, your pregnancy pillow creating a divide between you and the exhausted sorcerer. he flattened your pregnancy pillow with his arm as you took his hand to lace your fingers with.

“you could’ve hired someone to build the snoo and the dresser, satoru.” you said to him, knowing that he normally would’ve.

“yeah, i know, but this is for my baby. i want to make sure everything is perfect.”

your heart melted at the fact that satoru was giving it his all to be involved. deep down, he wanted to be a good father and you could see that. you were proud of him.

"congrats, daddy. you just spent the day nesting with me." you smiled. you knew satoru secretly adored his new title.

the white haired sorcerer laughed, “what the hell is nesting? are we birds?”

“nesting is when couples get their home ready for the baby, satoru.”

“oh yeah? spending hours organizing drawers is nesting? because there’s nothing baby gojo will hate more than the junk drawer we have in the kitchen.” satoru teased.

you kissed the back of your teeth in annoyance, “you have been saying for years that you’d clean out the junk drawer. i found crayons in there from when megumi was in elementary school. he's a high schooler now. it only took me getting knocked up for it to finally be clean.”

you turned your body away from satoru. he moved your pregnancy pillow so he could cling to you (and so that he could be the big spoon).

“i’m just kidding, babe.” he whispered in your ear, kissing the back of your shoulder blade with his soft lips.

“uh huh. go to sleep, satoru.” you replied back to him, attempting to shut your eyes.

“so feisty…” satoru mumbled, still peppering soft kisses along your shoulder blade.

37 weeks: full term

"well... i can give birth at any time now." you said as you read your 'what to expect' app.

satoru placed his free hand on your stomach as he joined you on the white fluffy couch in your living room. you moved satoru's hand to where baby gojo was, using his hand to press firmly into your stomach.

he quickly pulled his hand away from you, afraid that he hurt you and baby gojo, "doesn't that hurt your stomach when you press that hard?" he asked.

"babe, no. give me your hand back. you'll be able to feel baby gojo's feet." you said, reaching for his hand that he reluctantly gave back to you. he leaned over to see what the hard feeling in your stomach was.

"that's baby gojo's feet?" he asked, amazed.

"yeah, baby gojo is literally killing me right now though." you said as you shifted uncomfortably. baby gojo liked to sleep in this position, making you lay on your left side more often.

satoru frowned, he knew you were uncomfortable now more than ever. "i'm sorry, babe."

you squinted at him, "what are you apologizing for?"

"for getting you pregnant."

you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so you nuzzled your head on his chest. he pulled you closer to him, "don't apologize for that. apologize if i'm not able to get an epidural or something." you snickered as you looked up at him, "ready to read week 37?"

satoru nodded and kissed the top of your head as you laid against him.

"baby gojo is as big as a canary melon. estimating 19 inches, and 6 pounds. at 37 weeks, you're 9 months pregnant with the end in sight." you read out loud.

satoru took the phone from you to read his part, "at a glance, if baby gojo was born this week, they'd still be early term. baby gojo is practicing for their grand entrance by inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid, blinking, and turning from side to side. baby gojo can grab onto things now. baby gojo is likely to be sucking their thumb a lot these days in preparation for feeding sessions."

"it says babies grow about a pound a week. the average fetus weighs about 6 pounds. and that boys are likely to be heavier than girls." you read, "since it's a little crowded in your uterus now, baby gojo may not be kicking as much. instead, they're probably stretching, rolling and wiggling." you laughed because baby gojo was still kicking strong, sometimes it was painful, stopping you in your tracks in the middle of the day.

satoru blue-eyes widened as he read the next paragraph, "here's an interesting fact. at birth, baby gojo's head, which is still growing, will be about the same circumference as their chest."

"i pray to god that baby gojo doesn't have your big head or my vagina is toast." you joked.

satoru glared at you, shaking his head while chuckling. he went back to read through some of the pregnancy symptoms. he noticed that you experienced a majority of the symptoms on the list: the pelvic pain, leg cramps, pregnancy brain, and insomnia.

because you were of small stature, you started experiencing more pressure on your pelvis as the weeks went by. sometimes satoru would hold up your belly for you with his infinity whenever you were close by, and you were thankful for such a helpful cursed technique.

before bed, satoru would feed you bananas and massage your legs to help with the leg cramps. with your breasts and stomach as big as they've ever been, you finally got your stretch marks. for the majority of your pregnancy you were stretch mark-free, they didn't appear until the third trimester. satoru liked to call them your 'tiger stripes' when he would help you apply stretch mark creams and oils to your body. him helping you apply those creams and oils was a form of intimacy you didn't know you needed during this time. satoru always knew how to make you feel confident again.

your pregnancy brain caused you to be a little forgetful, so the acrylic whiteboard in the kitchen was your bestfriend. you left little reminders on the board for yourself, satoru, and megumi throughout your pregnancy.

lastly, it was hard for you to sleep now that you were in the home stretch of your pregnancy. every sleeping position was uncomfortable, and you had to wake up multiple times a night to use the bathroom. you never got a consistent amount of sleep.

even though being pregnant was uncomfortable, you experienced some of the best memories with satoru this year: your trip to mexico gifted from touya, your surprise pregnancy announcement, asking shoko to be baby gojo’s godmother, and all the special intimate moments with satoru. your unborn baby was already so loved by everyone. you couldn't have asked for a better accidental pregnancy.

you and satoru laid on the couch together all afternoon, enjoying each other's presence in this chaotic life for jujutsu sorcerers. catoru purred and slept next to you two on the chaise, your spirit birds perched on their stands as they watched over the apartment. you dozed in and out of sleep throughout the day as sleep was rare for you lately.

you felt satoru's warm hand on your belly again, you held his hand and lifted your head, emerald greens looking towards him.

"babe, i have a serious question." you said softly.

raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, he asked you curiously, "and what's your serious question?"

"are you ready to be a dilf?" you laughed.

"are you ready to be a milf?" he asked you back, chuckling, "cause you are definitely a milf, babe."

you smiled at satoru as he continued to plant soft kisses on your hand, "yeah, i'm ready to evict baby gojo."

little did you and satoru know, baby gojo would break your water next week to make their dramatic entrance into the world. yours and satoru's lives would be forever altered.

satoru and oc gojo girlfriend go on a baby moon from week 27, read the bonus chapter, ‘baby moon’ here.

or are you ready to meet baby gojo? read the next chapter, ‘hello baby’ here.

© 2023 ASDFGHJKLMALS — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORK.

DIVIDERS PROVIDED BY @/ANLIAN-AISHANG

[thedensworld]

Welcome to Densworld🌼

Masterlist

den | aries | infp-a | she/her | carat💎 ahgase🐥 |

His wife suddenly went missing. There are two possibilities, his best friend has hid her from him or she literally left him.

1. Found You | Choi Seungcheol

2. Lover Series | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu's love life has became more interesting since you came

3. On Scene | Yoon Jeonghan

Yoon Jeonghan, once a dedicated police officer, finds himself embroiled in a web of corruption and is subsequently transferred to a unit that is shunned by his colleagues. Just when he thought his life couldn't get any more complicated, a murder case emerges, and it appears to be connected to his ex-girlfriend.

4. Healing Hues | Jeon Wonwoo

Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.

5. To The Rescue | Jeon Wonwoo

Eight years had passed since you and Wonwoo last worked together, but fate had other plans. The case you thought was behind you resurfaced, pulling you back into the world you thought you'd left behind.

6. Doesn't Mind At All | Hong Jisoo

Joshua willingly agrees to pick up his boss's daughter from school, not realizing that this simple task would lead to an unexpected encounter with his longtime crush.

7. Sweet Macaroons | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol was far from pleased when a food critic posted a negative review that started to impact your sales. He couldn't stand to see you upset.

8. Mind Date | Hong Jisoo

Joshua has the power of mind control, enabling him to get anything he wants by influencing people's minds. Suddenly, he meets you, someone he can't control at all.

9. Even When We're Drown, We're Still Breathing | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu was missing the spotlight he used to have, so he decided to accept the offer to shoot a reality show about marriage life and parenting. However, his wife was in a different situation.

10. Don't Touch Mine | Yoon Jeonghan

Jeonghan had hid his feelings for you, but he had been in denial. Then, an unexpected event occurred, and everything changed.

11. Post-Magazine | Kim Mingyu

It was an honor for Mingyu to collaborate with a well-known magazine. But this job made him realize that love at first sight is real.

12. Where to Sign? | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol is about to sign the pre when you said this thing to him

13. Guilty Flower | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol accepted his mother offer to meet you, his potential future wife said his mother, without knowing what kind of person you are.

14. Naming is Fun | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu knows that you are his laugh button, but he can't believe your suggestion over the baby name.

15. Now You're Safe With Me | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol received several missed calls from you, and he knew they weren't just regular phone calls.

16. Forever His | Choi Seungcheol

You found out that Seungcheol was marrying you for your property and wealth while you're pregnant with his child. What would you do? Let him go or play a fool?

17. Piece of Origami | Kim Mingyu

you have no idea that you're this untalented in making a paper fold—origami until your kid ask you to make one

18. What A Fate | Yoon Jeonghan

Who would have thought your next meeting after having a one-night stand would be this unexpected?

19. Perfect Pairing | Choi Seungcheol

Mafia Seungcheol has to face a fact that he found his bestfriend's long-searched sister. However she is a NIS agent who was ordered to terminate him.

20. What a Sweep | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol brimmed with excitement as he prepared to teach you some Jiu-Jitsu moves, little did he knows, you would nearly send him into a heart attack.

21. Ten Years | Jeon Wonwoo

In hospital Wonwoo is a doctor, and back to house he is your husband. However, your sudden conditions make him choose.

22. Everything | Choi Seungcheol

You come to him in the middle of the night, plan to end him immediately. However everything change.

23. What A Revenge | Yoon Jeonghan (Part 2 of What A Fate)

After an unexpected rendezvous after a one night stand, Jeonghan asked Mingyu to set him up with you. However you had a different situation and it's getting complicated.

24. Falling Flower | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu never thought that he would find Y/n, his friend's secretary, attractive. What's started from eyes, physical, has fallen to his heart. As he tries to get to know you, he realizes he knew nothing about you.

25. Rewind Button | Jeon Wonwoo

If Wonwoo had a time machine, he would definitely go to crash your wedding.

26. Flower Bloomed | Kim Mingyu (Part 2 of Falling Flower)

It's been a year since Mingyu and you were married. Once united by a good feeling, has started to scatter, both you and Mingyu couldn't find reason to stay together.

27. Your Best Man | Jeon Wonwoo

Wonwoo has tried his best to become the best man you've ever met. At the end, he is the best man.

28. Stupid Cupid | Kim Mingyu

You must be the reason why he's been nervous for tonight's event. There must be something that Cupid has been doing.

30. Hold On Tight | Yoon Jeonghan (Part 3 of What a Fate)

What's started for a revenge and status has developed into something Jeonghan couldn't comprehend. He unconsciously were willing to do anything and it was only for you.

31. Alone At Night | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu has no idea until he had to sleepover in your house because of the rain. In fact, it hurts him.

To be continued ;)

e n j o y, joy! -dk

[cosmerelists]

If Cosmere Characters Had Real-World Jobs (But Not The Obvious Ones)

In this list, I wanted to try to give Cosmere characters jobs in our world while avoiding the jobs that would be the most obvious picks--like, for example, the real world equivalent of whatever their canon job is.

1. Kaladin: Professional Football Player

It's a dangerous job that Kaladin's dad would scoff at, but the other kids in town think it's really cool and also the recruiters are coming through town and, I mean, he's really good at football.

2. Lirin: Public Defender

If we avoid the obvious job (doctor), then Lirin still needs a job where he is doing good, but it's pretty thankless and the general public are suspicious and think he might actually be evil somehow. So I figure: public defender. He's highly educated, helping people who need it, and just getting nothing but grief as a result. Worst of all, his smart son wants to be a FOOTBALL player!

3. Marsh: Masseuse

I feel like people who are good at hemalurgy know about the body and its pressure points and things like that. And frankly, "acupuncturist" felt too on the nose.

4. Shallan: Park Ranger

Shallan HATES to be confined, so no way she's going into an office job. Plus, she likes nature and animals, but I'm trying to avoid the more obvious jobs (like botanist or ecologist). It's just too bad that Shallan is SO bad at staring a campfire, though.

5. Navani: Wedding Planner

Navani is VERY good at managing people and events, as seen when she had to manage everything while Gavilar was off plotting. She's also very organized and literally invented wristwatches. So I think she's be very good at this job.

6. Elend: Grad Student

This one may be too obvious, but I figure something like "politician" or "philosopher" are more obvious. But to me, Elend has major grad student energy.

7. Nale: Insurance Adjuster

Nale is a cop, of course, through and through. But if he wasn't a cop, then he'd need some other job where he uses the rules to screw people over. So I see him as, like, an evil insurance guy who's denying people medical coverage because the company wants him to.

8. Blackthorn-Era Dalinar: Debt Collector

If flashback Dalinar couldn't make a living mowing people down in battle and had to find a less obvious job, then I could see him being the guy to hunt down people and demand money they don't have. He doesn't really care about the money. He just likes the hunt.

9. Adolin: eSports Player

It's a job where you can head-to-head battle people and your dad is vaguely puzzled and thinks you should be doing something more important with your life.

10. Lightsong: Customer Service Agent

In canon, Lightsong's job is to face down a huge line of people and tell them "no" in response to them asking for something they want. So, I mean, I feel like that's equivalent to one of those shitty customer service jobs where you're not really allowed to help people (until, of course, Lightsong goes rogue and does start helping people, but that's another story...)

11. Stormfather: Bus Driver

He has his route, and he's not deviating from it. And if you miss the bus, he's not stopping. He's not going back. You can try to run, but you will not catch up to him.

12. Tress: Mechanic

As a Sprouter, Tress had to figure out how each of the spores worked and how to use them. I just feel like she'd be good at diagnosing issues in machinery and then fixing them.

13. Steris: Programmer

She's precise, she's smart, she likes rules. I think coding would suit her.

14. Yumi: Waitress

She could stack the plates SO high.

15. Marasi: Investigative Reporter

Which, honestly, is what I wish she had been rather than being a cop like in canon. I think it would suit her! She'd get to research, investigate, find the truth...

16. Kelsier: Motivational Speaker

He tells you about the power of smiling no matter what, so that you are never defeated. He tells you to carry something small, some memento or photo, to help you find your motivation. You tells you that no goal is out of reach--you just have to find the right people and the right steps to move forward. And he tells you that the most important thing is to survive.

[3mcwriting]

Secret Arrangement

(f/s) = favorite show

Warnings: slight violence, language, lil bit of kissing

Natasha clutched her side, glaring at the (now unconscious) Hydra agent who had shot her.

"You ass."

 "He can't hear you, you know." Clint said, appearing beside her.

 "Yeah, but he's still an ass." She looked down at her side, seeing the hole from the bullet going straight through. Thunder booming in the background because of Thor's earlier lightning theatrics.

 "We should get back so you can have Banner check that out." 

 "Yeah, I guess." Natasha winced slightly, the pain from the bullet wound spiking whenever she moved. They walked back to the quinjet, Bruce immediately getting up to check her wound once they were in. "What time is it?" she asked, hoping she wasn't late. 

 "It's 8," Bruce responded, patching up her side. "You have to go back to the compound, I don't have all the stuff to treat you."

 "No. What time are we going to get back, Tony?"

 "Probably around 10, why? Hot date?"

Yes, actually.

"I have plans at 9, is there anyway we can go faster?"

Tony turned around in the pilot seat, grinning at me. "Hell yeah, we can go faster."

 "Language!"

 •••••

Natasha looked at her watch, wincing when she saw that it was already 10 past 9. "So, are you still continuing your plans with (y/n)? Y'know since you're injured and all that." Clint asked.

 Her jaw dropped. "How do you know about, (y/n)?"

They had been careful to keep their relationship a secret so that (y/n) would never get targeted by someone who wanted to hurt Natasha or get revenge on her.

He snorted. "Please, you've been my friend for years. You think I wouldn't find out about you being in a serious relationship with someone? But back to my question, are you canceling your plans with her or not?"

She looked around, making sure no one had heard him, only to meet eyes with Wanda who was sitting a couple meters away. She looked surprised, turning to Vision who was sitting on one side with Pietro on the other.

Nat sighed. "Yeah, I think so. I'm injured and I don't want to worry her so I'll wait til I'm all healed up then head home."

She was disappointed, she had planned a whole surprise for her and now (y/n) wouldn't get to see it.

 "Well...that's stupid."

 "What?"

 "She's gonna worry more if you spend the night in the infirmary than if you go home late to your plans." Clint said, twirling an arrow in his hands.

 "I have a gunshot wound," she said, emphasizing the words. "You don't think she's gonna worry if I go home right now?"

He shook his head, exasperated. "She's an Emergency Room doctor. She's used to that stuff and she'll know that your side will be fine. So yeah, she'll worry, but not as much as if you spend the night in the med wing. Let her treat your wound. "

 "Hmm," she thought about it. The thought of seeing you even sooner was appealing. "For once you're right, Clint," she raised her voice, "Hey, Tony! Drop me off at my apartment complex!"

 •••••

 "So, how exactly are you getting down?" Tony called out, keeping us hovering over my building.

 "Just lower the rope ladder." Natasha responded, ready to get home.

 "I'll do you one better," he said, then proceeded to land in the empty parking lot.

 "Thanks, I guess, though seriously I could've just used the ladder," she told him, standing up from my seat.

 "Yeah, but I wasn't gonna go down the rope ladder sooo," he said, also standing up from his chair.

 "You're not coming with me," she stated firmly.

"Sure I am," Tony said with a smirk, "anyone else wanna come with me to see why Romanoff has been skipping out on us?"

"I already know why," Wanda said, sending me a knowing look. "But yes I'd like to come too."

Natasha sighed, mind readers are annoying.

"If Wanda is going I believe I should go too, " Vision said.

"Me too," Pietro chimed in, the rest of them quickly agreeing.

Natasha walked out of the quinjet, turning around and glaring at all her teammates. Steve, Tony, Thor, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Bruce, and Clint all following her off of the aircraft. Natasha walked quickly, arriving at the apartment door quickly. They must've looked strange, the Avengers standing in the dark corridor outside of an upscale apartment, all of them still in their gear.

Natasha unlocked the door, opening it quietly. The hallway was dimly light, the scarce light shining from the living room. She could hear the sound of the TV, she smiled, (y/n) must be back to binging her (f/s). Nat turned around, shutting the door on her teammates, enjoying the shock written across their faces but wincing slightly from a pain that came from her side.

She heard the TV pause, "Tash?" Light footsteps came toward her, Nat moving to meet them.

 "Hey, babe," she saw her, those lovely (e/c) eyes meeting hers as a delighted smile flitted across her face.

You moved to give her a hug only for her to stop you. You looked at her, confused.

At least, until she smashed her lips onto yours. You responded quickly, your lips moving together perfectly as she backed you up against the wall. Winding one arm around your waist while one held your face. You gasped into the kiss, bringing one hand to the name of her neck while the other settled on her hip.

Nat winced, stopping the kiss before continuing.

But you noticed the small flinch.

"Wait, wait," your mouth murmured against hers as you pulled away. Grabbing her hand and leading her to the couch, you lifted up her shirt. "Tash you should've told me," you sighed, looking at the stitches that Bruce had put there to close the wound.

 "Didn't seem to matter-" there was a loud knock at the door, "I'll get it."

 "No, you will not." You stood up, "I'll get the door and you relax."

You turned and walked down the hall, Nat heard her open the door and talk to someone. She stood up when she heard the many footsteps coming down the hall. You entered the room, the Avengers coming in after her.

She scowled, "I told you to relax, sit down."

"Lady Widow, who is this beautiful woman?" Thor asked.

Natasha held up her left hand, showing the simple gold and silver band circling her finger. "She's my wife."

"You're married?!"

 "The fuck?"

 "Since when?"

The Natasha Romanoff brainrot has set in, if you couldn't tell.

[the-great-british-blorbo-off]

The Great British Blorbo Off Begins Shortly....

Thanks everyone for waiting so patiently while I take my time sorting this all out! I'm pleased to announce that I've decided on everyone that will be in the tournament, and we will be starting next Monday (16th)! So, here's how it's going to work:

There are 128 characters overall, and I have split them into 4 brackets with two rounds each.

I will be posting 8 polls (1 round) a week, and will reblog them in the middle of the week and at the end of the week.

Once we get down to one character left from each bracket, they will go against each other in semifinals until only two are left.

Winner becomes the new queen of England <3

If anyone that submitted a character has a specific image of them they'd like me to use, feel free to send it over. If you've submitted a character from a book then I will just be using the front cover of the book they're from as their image, so let me know if there's a TV/film version or certain cover you'd like!

Brackets are below the cut! As always, feel free to send an ask if you're confused about anything :)

(Also let me know if there's any repeated characters or errors, had a few formatting issues before uploading so I apolgise if anything is messed up)

BRACKET 1:

Round 1:

Miss Jane Marple (Miss Marple) vs Lucy Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Austin Powers (Austin Powers) vs Jade (Dragon Quest XI: Echoes of an Elusive Age)

Dudley (Street Fighter) vs Daisy Steiner (Spaced)

Danger Mouse (Danger Mouse) vs Lady Penelope (Thunderbirds)

Malcolm Reed (Star Trek: Enterprise) vs James Bond (James Bond)

Archie MacDonald (Monarch of the Glen) Vs Lemon (Bullet Train)

Edward Hyde (The Glass Scientists) Vs Maurice Moss (The IT Crowd)

David Ward (I Am In Eskew) Vs Arthur Dent (A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)

Round 2:

Gordon the Big Engine (Thomas and Friends) Vs Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin (Kingsman)

Walter Heath (The White Vault) Vs Rupert Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Skull (Lockwood and Co) Vs Jeremy Usborne (Peep Show)

Matthew Vandham (Xenoblade Chronicles 3) Vs Raihan (Pokemon Sword and Shield)

Diana Cavendish (Little Witch Academia) Vs Katherine 'Kitty' Higham (Ghosts)

Leo Fitz (Agents of Shield) Vs John Constantine (DC Comics)

Gnomeo (Gnomeo and Juliet) Vs Bertie Wooster (Jeeves and Wooster)

Jamie Fraser (Outlander) Vs Lexie McTavish (Monarch of the Glen)

BRACKET 2:

Round 1:

Jonathan Sims (The Magus Archives) Vs Laszlo Cravensworth (What We Do in the Shadows)

Nia (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) Vs Daisy (Downton Abbey)

Gwen Cooper (Torchwood) Vs Arthur Lester (Malevolent)

Robert (Genki Elementary Japanese) Vs Aled Last (Osemanverse)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Vs Avril Bradley (Gosick)

Newt (The Maze Runner) Vs Jacob Frye (Assassin’s Creed Syndicate)

Captain Hastings (Hercule Poirot) Vs Lynda Day (Press Gang)

Amelia Hughes (Infinity Train) Vs Heathcliff (Limbus Company)

Round 2:

Alice Cartelet (Kin-iro Mosaic) Vs Billy Kane (Fatal Fury)

Ropafadzo "Ropa” Moyo (Edinburgh Nights) Vs Steve Fox (Tekken)

Alex Rider (Alex Rider) Vs Pietre Carvel/Arby (Utopia)

Professor Layton (Professor Layton Series) Vs Robert EO Speedwagon (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Bede (Pokemon Sword and Shield) Vs Ferb Fletcher (Phineas and Ferb)

Jessica Albert (Dragon Quest VIII: Journey of the Cursed King) Vs Dirk Gently (Dirk Gently’s Hollistic Detective Agency)

Jo Grant (Doctor Who) Vs Evelyn Carnahan (The Mummy)

The Last Constable (Fallen London) Vs Edmund Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)

BRACKET 3:

Round 1:

Tangerine (Bullet Train) Vs Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes)

Red Guy (Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared) Vs Paddington (Paddington)

Cuno (Disco Elysium) Vs Luke Triton (Professor Layton Series)

Hobie Brown (Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse) Vs Robin Hood (English Folk Legend)

Mary Sera (Detective Conan) Vs Emma (Emma: A Victorian Romance)

Jay Cartwright (The Inbetweeners) Vs Shellington (Octonauts)

Noone (The Sound of Nightmares) Vs Matthew Crowley (Downton Abbey)

Balthazar Cavendish (Milo Murphy’s Law) Vs Cammy White (Street Fighter)

Round 2:

Horrid Henry (Horrid Henry) Vs Ivor the Engine (Ivor the Engine)

Tim Bisley (Spaced) Vs Ignis Scientia (Final Fantasy XV)

Axl Low (Guilty Gear) Vs Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

Marnie (Pokemon Sword and Shield) Vs Morrigan Aensland (Darkstalkers)

Mason Greyback (Wizards of Waverly Place) Vs Clarice Bean (Clarice Bean)

Agatha Christie (Bungou Stray Dogs) Vs Gromit (Wallace and Gromit)

Lila Pitts (The Umbrella Academy) Vs Mina Harker (Dracula)

Kieren Walker (In the Flesh) Vs Thomas the Tank Engine (Thomas and Friends)

BRACKET 4:

Round 1:

Peppa Pig (Peppa Pig) Vs Martin K Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)

Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins) Vs Tahani Al-Jamil (The Good Place)

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) Vs Thomas Nightingale (Rivers of London)

Hammer/Hannah (Fable 2) Vs Anthony Lockwood (Lockwood & Co)

Iris Wilson (The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles) Vs Miss Eliza Scarlet (Miss Scarlet and the Duke)

Karen Kujou (Kin-iro Mosaic) Vs Marrick Tremayne (The Bedlam Stacks)

The Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who) Vs Jonathan Harker (Dracula)

Alfred Pennyworth (Batman) Vs Mr Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)

Round 2:

Hugh Anthony Disward (The Mystic Archives of Dantalian) Vs Nathan Young (Misfits)

William "Duke" Wellington (Miss Scarlet and the Duke) Vs George (The Famous Five)

Jonathan Joestar (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure) Vs Dio Brando (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Julian Bashir (Star Trek: Deep Space 9) Vs Tori Spring (Osemanverse)

Winston Smith (1984) Vs Strangelove (Metal Gear Solid)

Wheatley (Portal 2) Vs Herlock Sholmes (The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles)

Lucy Carlyle (Lockwood & Co) Vs Wallace (Wallace and Gromit)

Mr Blobby (Noel’s House Party) Vs Tracy Beaker (The Story of Tracy Beaker)

[masterlistmaker]

Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist

This blog archives all of @specialagentlokitty 's works into masterlists so they are easy to find. Please read through the Navigation section to help you find the fics you're looking for!

Updated through: end of 8/23

Navigation:

Under the cut, you'll find the list of fandoms that Lokitty writes for (or previously wrote for). The link will take you to a second masterlist of character x reader ships. This is where it can get tricky:

reader lists are lists which have character x reader works

specific!reader lists are lists which have character x reader works where the reader's relation to the character is more specified (ex. daughter!reader, student!reader, etc.)

all readers lists are lists which have character x reader and character x specific!reader works.

NOTE: Characters that have all readers lists will NOT have reader and specific!reader lists. all readers lists contain all the works for that character and are sorted by relation. What list a character has is entirely dependent on the number and type of works Lokitty has written.

From there, you can pick the character-reader relation, open the list link, and find all the fics you're looking for! If you're confused, play around with the links. You'll find what you're looking for.

If you're looking for crossover fics, pick one of the fandoms in the crossover. At the end of that list there is a Crossover Works link. You should be able to find the fic there.

other important notes:

some lists are short and list all the characters and their works without having extra links. These are easy to navigate.

reader traits such as male!reader and autistic!reader are listed next to the fic title and DO NOT have seprate lists.

all fics are (generally) listed from oldest to newest.

I tried my best to sort out all the crossover works, but this was already a huge project and some probably slipped through the cracks. I sorted everything to the best of my abilities, but it would have been impossible to read through every single work (and I'm unfamiliar with most of these fandoms). If you find a fic that isn't where it belongs or is missing lables/ wrong labels, please message me to let me know.

Lists are always under light construction. As Lokitty writes, sometimes things must be reorganized. Any major changes to navigation will always be noted above!

Fandom List- Sorted

Movies

Avengers/Marvel

Harry Potter

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Twilight

Kingsman: The Secret Service

DC Batman

Avatar (film series)

TV Shows

Crime Drama:

Castle

Criminal Minds

The Mentalist

NCIS

NOLA

Sherlock

Fox 911

Bones

Comedy Dramas:

Ackley Bridge

Brooklyn 99

Friends

The Big Bang Theory

Downton Abbey

Sci-Fi/Fantasy:

Doctor Who

Lucifer

Merlin

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

The Vampire Diaries

Wednesday

The Witcher

The Umbrella Academy

Fate: The Winx Saga

Medical Drama:

The Good Doctor

Grey's Anatomy

House M.D.

Chicago Med

Anime:

Attack on Titan

Avatar (ATLA and LOK)

Blue Exorcist

My Hero Academia

Naruto

Tokyo Ghoul

Castlevania

Durarara!!

Kuroku's Basketball

Haikyuu

Others

MeChat

Percy Jackson

Skyrim

Buzzfeed Unsolved

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 13/03/2024

Nuclear Pomeranian

Season 8 Featured on: Now That's What I Call Quality! 3

Ripped by Half Pixel

Requested by Oetam! (Discord)

I've covered a number of rips featured in Now That's What I Call Quality! 3 already on here, and I maintain that it's likely the best album the channel has yet put out in terms of raw concise quality on offer. Beautiful Dreamer, Initial Deluxe (I've Just Raced on this Course Before) and Owner of a Mahjong Board are all absolute highlights of Season 7, and it feels like the entire SiIvaGunner team came together to truly show the best of the best on the album. Yet beyond featuring classics from the Season that was then wrapping up, Now That's What I Call Quality! 3 also featured a good few rips that had yet to be uploaded to the YouTube channel - that is to say, some of the first-ever rips that you could consider to be part of Season 8. Its in this category that Nuclear Pomeranian finds itself in: the seventh rip of Rhythm Doctor makes an incredible first impression on what to expect from Season 8 in the months to come.

Honestly, it wasn't as if Half Pixel had to prove his prowess in creating these sorts of dense meme medleys: Since way back when I first heard Everybody's Special Course in Season 1, I'd known the guy had an undeniable knack for these sorts of rips. It may be coincidence, but it, Nuclear Pomeranian and Siiva Lining all just have this immense energy and adrenaline to them, a celebratory party atmosphere that never fails to bring a smile to my face. So then, I suppose Nuclear Pomeranian mainly shows just how much Half Pixel has grown as a ripper in those years, how many creative flourishes are added and implemented with complete confidence. The lyrical silliness in the opening is one of my favorite examples: transitioning Infinite's lyrics of "I am the last one that's standing, don't try and stand in my way" into a simple "okay" sound, followed by a response of "and now you're in my way" from Call Me Maybe. That's so fun! That has nothing to do with Rhythm Doctor, or SiIva's own memes, or Season 8 or anything, it's just a little bit of flavor added to the rip by Half Pixel to make it a funnier listen.

It goes through so many phases, yet compared to something like Memey Hell, it feels as if each part featured is allowed room to breathe in isolation from one another. Some of the sources. such as PSY's music, feel like they're subtly in the background almost throughout the whole rip, but segments focusing on just one source at a time feel like they strike such a perfect balance in terms of how long they're featured. The rip will for instance use Bo Burnham's Bezos I for a six second segment to give you just enough time to register the song as both funny and catchy in its context, before using a snappy Among Us sound effect break to transition into an equally-as-long segment using Boulevard of Broken Dreams, repeating the cycle. Much of that is of course owed to the structure of the original Bomb-Sniffing Pomeranian itself, but it's incredibly commendable just how well Half Pixel adapted that frantic, back-and-fourth pacing of the Rhythm Doctor song into such a different format. Very few of the sources, even when focused on as the sole joke for seconds at a time, are left completely unedited: small little quips from other sources, little interjections and pieces will play alongside or over the joke in focus, althewhile remaining completely harmonious.

I realize that a lot of what I'm describing is just the standard procedure on what to think of when creating a meme mashup medley like this in general, but what I'm aiming to say is that Nuclear Pomeranian is one of the best examples of how to do things right across the board. The amount of sources featured span across the channel's entire life, from the aforementioned PSY to appearances from Smooth of 【＝３】e-MUNO Disco (vs. 音MAD AGENT) fame in Season 2, the Season 1 classic Chip the Ripper closing the rip off, the Big Chungus-posting of Season 4 Episode 2 and AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE A CHUNKY BEAT, the Among Us posting of Season 5 and Among Drip Drop Galaxy, and oh so many more. Yet compared to something like, say, the Season premiere collabs such as Joke-Explainer™ 7000 Fusion Collab and Bramble Blast Collab, the rip doesn't place more emphasis on these nostalgic, well-remembered sources than anything else featured in its vast list of sources. SiIvaGunner classics or not, Half Pixel uses what sounds best and what's funniest at every possible moment to create a rip that works incredibly well even outside the context of the SiIvaGunner channel, as a huge tribute to Rhythm Doctor and the art of ripping itself.

Put concisely - Nuclear Pomeranian is a banger, and was a fantastic showcase of the level of quality that we've now seen many examples of in the last month and a half. The SiIvaGunner team is truly firing on all cylinders, and I'm all here for it.

[backupbitchbaby]

ARCHIMEDES

PROLOGUE

. .𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗟𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵𝘀. .

"Experiment 8509, please try to move your right arm." the smaller silhouette does as asked, the attempt to move the right arm is successful with much struggle and hesitation.

"Very good, you've passed phase one..you may be useful after all. Phase two will be targeted soon..Tomorrow, we will start phase two. Be prepared 8509. Your orders until then are to rest.. Goodnight.." with the sound of heels clacking and a loud slam the room turned shifts into an uncomfortable silence.

...

"This is a doctor lociva, It seems Experiment 8509 behavior has become an issue. During phase one he was blank. Seemingly bored or dead if you wish, we are now at phase 5, he has become unpredictable and brash 8 other clones have been sent into his room to continue with phase 5 testing and each one has came out either dismembered or visibly unrecognizable, this may become a bigger issue later on if his emotional state gets worse. He may become a failed experiment later on. Please keep 8509 on notice.'' Just as the female's voice finishes talking, a slam is heard , the sight of a body flying to the other side of the hallway is seen, dismembered as the organs of the victim are missing as well as his eyes and tongue.

"this makes 9..please add this to the notice."

...

"Kuma.."

"Yes E8509?"

"I don't want this.."

"Unfortunately E8509..i have no say in this. And neither do you."

...

"This is doctor Locova speaking, doctor kuma has been killed by E8509, reason being unknown as doctor kuma didn't record her testing with experiment 8509, with only 5 qualified doctors left we may have to cancel the experiment with 8509. E8509 behavior has worsened much more than we expected. We have attempted to find out the cause of the emotional change, but every time it is brought up 8509 acts harsh and rash towards whoever. Even doctor kuma who was said to be the experiments favorite"

...

"It seems you have been causing trouble for my clones and doctors, no?" A deep chuckle is heard after the sentence yet he gets no response, just two young red eyes glaring at him almost murderously as he speaks."hm, it seems they weren't wrong about your rash behavior. You weren't this way when the experiments started. Or when we 'found' you." just as the male says this a loud crash is heard. "Nice try, but I'm a bit more experienced than my..workers." the male says a mocking smile is heard in his voice. "I suppose so..it's only a matter of time you slip up..." with a ragged and bored toned voice the older male finally gets a response out of the experiment. He chuckles before responding, "I suppose~ you're right, but only time will tell, 8509."

"You disgust me."

"I can tell."

Just experiment grunts at this going back to ignoring the doctor before here hears the sound of liquids being mixed.

"Don't worry. It's simply a numbing agent."

"I'm not going to let you."

"And why is that?"

"I have no reason to."

"Do you not trust me?"

"The last time I did it went wrong for me, did it not?"

"Hm, fair point."

Before The experiment can respond he feels a prick on his arm.

"Goodnight 8509. We will resume phase 12 while you're unconscious."

༒༒𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗦 ༒༒

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[pasiveagressive]

Broken Bones III // H.S.

PART 1   PART 2

Tumblr and I messed up so you get two parts today🫣

Enjoy!

Harry took the steps of her apartment building two at a time. She lived in a nice set of apartments on the seventh floor and the elevator was broken. He couldn't find it in himself to care.

707. He knocked. It was about 5 till 8 and he hoped she wasn't that serious about waiting till 8, he hadn't been able to contain himself from seeing her any longer.

The door opened and a very different Y/N was looking at him. At the hospital she wore scrubs and looked like she was ready for anything. On Friday her make up was all done up and she had been sporting a dress, ready for some fun. Today she was wearing a too big shirt tucked into the front of her soft shorts and a pair of fuzzy socks on her feet. Her hair was back in double braids and her face clear of all makeup. She was nothing short of adorable.

"Hey." He said from where he was leaning against the door frame.

"Hi." She opened the door for him. "I like the pajamas."

He grinned, looking down at himself. An old pair of sesame street pajama pants and a t-shirt.

"Figured you would."

She shook her head leading him into her apartment. It was big, the kind of apartment you'd expect a doctor to have. It was filled with whites and grays, modern looking everything. Everything besides the pictures lining the walls. All colorful, all standing out against the bleakness of the apartment.

She led him through her kitchen, also modern but with brightly colored centerpieces and to her family room. There was a fireplace in white stone, also adorned with colorful pieces and a large tv in front of a large sectional. There were floor to ceiling windows instead of walls, thick curtains hanging on their sides. It was homey and modern all at once.

He put the movie on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch next to her.

"I like your place." He commented, looking over at her.

"Thanks." She smiled. "Normally it's really messy but my brother stayed the week a couple weeks ago and I haven't been around long enough to mess it up again."

He laughed. "Are you close with your brother?"

She nodded. "Very. He's an FBI agent and a workaholic, like me. He just finished a difficult case and he needed a break so he came and stayed here for a bit. I forgot how much I missed him until he was standing at the other side of the door."

"That must be hard, having a brother in danger all the time."

"Kind of." She shrugged. "He's really good at his job and he's not as reckless as he once was."

Harry nodded, wondering what kind of test he'd have to pass if he ever got anywhere with Y/N. And God did he want to.

“So I had an idea.”

“What’s that?” He replied

“How about instead of a dance I paint your cast? I’m not a half bad artist according to my family.”

He found himself nodding.

"Alright. Ready to make my cast pretty?" He asked her, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Born ready." She laughed climbing to her feet. "Come to my office."

He laughed, taking the hand she held out to him. She pulled him up and lead him through the kitchen and down a hall. He passed a guest bedroom, a closet, and than he was walking into what was supposed to be another spare bedroom. Instead it was filled with her art. There were canvases everywhere, both finished and blank. Bottles of paint were everywhere along with brushes.

"This is what the rest of the house normally looks like." She grinned at him.

He was to busy staring at some of her works to really notice.

"You're literally perfect." He said, aware of the awe in his own voice. "At everything."

There were paintings of oceans and mountains. People and animals. Colorful and black and white ones. Realistic and cartoonistic. Everything.

"These are amazing." He said, looking over at her. He hadn't really thought of how good she'd be but she was perfect at everything else so he wondered how he could have thought she'd be anything but.

She shook her head, blushing slightly. "Just tell me what you want painted."

He shrugged. "I don't know. You're good at everything, surprise me."

She shook her head again, grabbing a basket and putting several different colors in them. He took them from her and walked back to the living room after her. She was carrying some newspapers and brushes.

"Alright, you make the popcorn and I'll get the movie ready."

He did as he was told, finding the popcorn button on the microwave and letting it do its thing. And then he was going through her cabinets trying to find a bowl to put the popcorn in. He finally found one, a large blue tub, when the popping stopped. There was nothing he hated more than burned popcorn. He poured it into the bowl before walking back to the couch.

She already had the movie in and ready go. Star Wars episode one. He had taken a gander and judging by the look on her face he had nailed it on the head. And he also hoped it would be an opening, there were several more to watch.

"How'd you know I loved The Notebook." She asked when he sat down, an extremely large smile on her face.

"I took a guess." He shrugged. "You seem like someone who appreciates good cinema when they see it."

She laughed before grabbing the remote and pressing play. While she was gone she had also poured multiple colors on a board.

"Figure out what you wanted to paint?" He asked, laying the newspapers on the floor and on the couch. She didn't seem all that bothered by the potential disaster it could cause.

She nodded. "And if you don't like it it's your own fault."

He put his cast in her lap over a newspaper and told her to have at it.

"It's a surprise." She told him, pushing his head so he was looking at the tv. "No peeking."

"Alright." He laughed, grabbing the popcorn and putting it in his lap.

If it wasn't for her quoting the movie and laughing at the right parts he wouldn't have been known she was watching it. He had looked over a few times, not at the cast, and has seen the look of concentration on her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed, eyes never looking away from his cast, and body tensed and relaxed all at once.

"And done." She told him when the movie had an hour left.

Her looked over and his jaw promptly dropped. It was an ocean. complete with silhouettes of animals and a sunset. It was beautiful.

"Y/N, literally how." He asked speechless.

She laughed. "Shhh, the movie isn't over yet."

He honestly didn't really care, it was something he'd seen a million times. He was too busy turning his arm every which way to see the masterpiece that was on his arm. He never wanted to take it off. So he told her that.

Y/N gave him a look. "I'll paint you something else." Her attention turned back to the movie.

Harry wondered how much better her work would be when she had a flat canvas with no bumps on it. He really wanted to find out.

"Promise." He held out his pinkie.

She looked over at him. "Promise." She took his pinkie with hers.

When the painting on his arm was dry he got up and turned the lights off and grabbed a fluffy blanket from the rack.

She put everything on the coffee table and rested against his side, his arm around her. The blanket lay across them and he thought he might be in heaven.

He knew he was when he woke up to her practically laying on top of him, head rested on his chest. The sun shown through the window and he wondered what time it was. It had been a long time since he had slept past 8 in the morning. The clock above the tv told him it was 10.

"Y/N." He ran his arm up and down her back. "It's 10 o'clock, when do you have to get to work?"

She grunted against him, burrowing herself further in his chest. He laughed slightly, still running his hand up and down her back.

"Y/N." He tried to coax her out of sleep. "Let's make breakfast."

She turned slightly at that. Eyes blinking their way open.

"What time is it." She sleepily murmured, fists rubbing her eyes.

"It's a little after 10." He moved his hand from her back to her hair. "What time do you have to be at the hospital."

"Not till noon." She yawned, sitting up. "Breakfast sounds good though."

He sat up with her, smiling. "Good, I'm starving."

"I fell asleep on your abs and now I'm wondering how you have those."

Harry let out a surprised laugh. "I work out, and run around a stage for a living that's how."

She shook her head, climbing off the couch. "Come on." She gave him her hand. "I want bacon. And pancakes."

He took her hand. "All I know how to make is bacon so you're on pancake duty."

"Deal." She grinned.

He followed her to the kitchen and watched her take out everything they needed, trying to remember where she kept everything for next time. Hopefully there'd be a next time.

"Here." She got out the electric skillet for the bacon. "You'll take longer than me."

He got to work, opening the packet of bacon and squeezing as many as he could in the pan.

"How do you want yours cooked?" He asked her.

"I like mine crispy." She smiled over at him.

"Good." He smiled back. "Me too."

"Waffles or pancakes?" She asked, staring at the bag of mix in her hands.

" Waffles. " He said automatically.

"My favorite."

And they worked in silence, her finishing before he did.

"What do you want to drink?" She asked, breaking said silence.

"What do you have." He asked, flipping the bacon for the final time.

"Tea, orange juice, coffee, or water." She read off.

" Orange juice. " He smiled over at her. "Please."

"You got it."

"This smells so good."

Before he could say anything his phone started ringing from the living room. He wouldn't have answered it if it wasn't Mitch's ringtone.

"One second." He told her and ran to get his phone .

"What?" He asked in to the phone.

"Where are you?"

" Why? "

"You were supposed to be at the studio 20 minutes ago."

"I'll be there soon."

"Where are you?"

"Bye Mitch." He said, hanging up the phone.

"Everything alright?" She asked as he slid into his seat.

"I forgot I was supposed to be at the studio today.”

"Oh." She looked apologetic. "Do you need to go?"

" I've got time. " He smiled over at her. "You're only about a five minute drive from my place, plus they can’t really do much with out me."

She smiled. "Good, cause I can't eat all this myself."

He laughed, taking a bite of his waffle. It was really good.

"Is there anything you're not good at?" He asked her.

"Anything that requires musical talent." She said instantly.

"Really." He laughed. "One of the very few things I can do."

" I prefer to express art in other ways. " She shrugged.

"Yeah well you need to teach my sister how to cook cause she's complete shit at it." He told her, munching on the bacon.

"You're literally eating waffles." She told him. "Anyone can make waffles. "

"I can't." He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Sorry." She shook her head. "Anyone with half a brain can make waffles."

He gasped, bringing his hand up to his heart. "You take that back."

"Or what?" She challenged, narrowing her eyes.

"I'm going to tickle you." He raised his good hand menacingly.

"I'd like to see you try."

He got up as quick as he could, surprising her slightly. She shrieked and ran around the table, him catching her in about two steps.

"Stop." She laughed loudly.

"Say I'm smarter than you and have way better abs and a better personality than you."

"Someone's desperate." She said through her laughter.

"Say it." He tickled her harder.

"Okay okay. " She swatted his hands away. "You're smarter than me and have way better abs and a better personality." She turned in his arms. "Now can I get back to my waffles please."

He nodded, letting go of her before he did something stupid like kiss her.

"Want to come to my place on Tuesday?" He asked before he lost his nerve.

She smiled at him. "Can I come in my pajamas?"

He smiled back. "Of course."

"Sleepover?" She asked. "I get off at midnight on Monday and I normally sleep the whole morning away."

He nodded again, wondering if he was friend zoning himself.

"Sounds like a plan." He finished the last of his food and took it to the sink. She followed him, dropping the dishes next to his. And they did the dishes together, something that he normally hated but she somehow made fun.

"I've got to go." He dried his hands on a towel. "Thanks for everything." He dropped a kiss to her head. "Have fun at work."

She smiled up at him. "Anytime. And don't kill anyone, I don't have time to take on another off duty patient."

He laughed, walking out the door. "You're mine anyways."

The door closed behind him, shutting the laughter off from his ears. And when he finally made it to the studio, the smile was still on his face. Even if he got interrogated by Mitch and then Gemma when she arrived.

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"Here." His phone dinged at 12:37 on Tuesday morning.

He smiled despite the time, heading out the door and down the stairs so he could walk her up.

"Hey." He greeted when he saw her at the bottom of his stairs.

She looked up surprised, and very tired. "Hey." She sounded tired too.

"Ready for bed?" He asked her, holding out his hand.

She nodded, taking it and following blindly after him. She was still in her scrubs and she had a bag on her back. He hoped she had brought her pajamas cause he had made sure he put his on. Red with fire trucks on them, he never thought he'd wear them again, or let anyone know he still had them.

"Long day?" He asked her.

She nodded. "There was a lot of near deaths and actual deaths tonight."

He stopped in front of his door.

"I'm sorry." He brought her into his arms, running his hand down her back. "People shouldn't do stupid shit." He tried to make light of the situation.

To his horror she started crying. "There was this old man who had a heart attack and I had to tell his wife of 50 years that he didn't make it." She wiped angrily at her face.

"Shhh." He ran his hands through her hair. "You should go take a shower, wash away some of the pain."

" I was thinking of punching a wall actually. "

He smiled despite himself. "You mean you didn't learn from my mistake."

She smiled through her tears.

He laughed this time, thinking that maybe it was okay and she wasn't going to start crying again.

" I mean the unbearable pain you go through when the annoying x-ray guy pokes and prods at your freshly broken arm for 20 minutes as he tries to keep his eyes open."

She laughs, running her hands down her face. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess, I'm normally okay, I just." She stopped, swallowing a visible lump in her throat.

He grabbed her face in his hands. "Hey, it's alright." He kissed her forehead. "I want to be this person to you, I'm here for you when you're tired of being perfect all the time."

She choked on her laugh. "Thanks. Now about that shower?"

He laughed, opening the door and pulling her in with him. The apartment was rather messy, something that happened whenever Gemma was in town.

"Sorry." He smiled sheepishly at her as she tripped on a heel. "Gemma's a mess."

She laughed, finding her balance on a wall.

"It's alright, I'm just like half asleep right now."

He smiled at her, leading her through the kitchen and to his room. He had bought a three bedroom apartment with the thought that maybe Gemma would need a place to stay if she ever left the bastard.

He used the master himself, he didn't care about the size, he just liked that he got his own bathroom. Y/N shut the door to it and he smiled to himself, walking out of his room, shutting it as he went. Gemma is waiting on the balcony to talk, something they did every time they came. Drake was on the couch sleeping. They had a rule, Gemma had to sleep alone, something he thought she was secretly grateful for.

He stepped out on the balcony, taking a seat next to the two.

"She's here." He told her. "But she's had a long day so I don't think she'll be ready to see you guys."

Gemma whined. "But I want to meet her, for real. In her non-doctor form."

Harry shook his head. "She'll be here tomorrow. Which reminds me, don't come in to wake me up, she needs a good rest."

Gemma sighed. "I can't wait to meet her, she sounds perfect."

Harry grinned. "She is." He stood up, pulling her in for a hug. "Goodnight Gemma." She hugged him back.

She called good night over her shoulder at him as he walked back inside. The bastard was still out cold on the couch and he resisted the urge to dip his finger in a glass of warm water and make him pee himself.

He snorted to himself, walking back to his room. The water was no longer running as he laid down on the bed. He wondered, not for the first time, how she managed to do everything she did. Being a doctor, having the life of someone else in his hands, Hell he could barely handle his own life.

The door opened and she walked out, hair soaking wet and curly, face void of all make up and a tired smile on her face. She had worn a pair of fuzzy pajamas and an old t-shirt this time. She was adorable. And he was really smitten.

"Feel better?" He asked her as she climbed in his bed.

She nodded, laying down so she was propped up on his many pillows.

"Want me to sleep on the floor?" He asked, he would willingly if that's what she wanted.

"No, I like sleeping next to you." She mumbled, eyes shut.

He tried to bite back the huge smile threatening to overtake his face and failed.

"Alright. You sleep with a fan?" He asked, getting out of bed.

"Can't normally sleep without one." She mumbled, eyes still closed.

"Me neither." He turned it on, flicking the light off as well.

He climbed back on his bed and helped her get under the covers. He liked seeing her this way, all vulnerable and like she needed someone for once.

"Thanks." She mumbled as she rolled to bury her head in his side. "You know I normally don't do this." She yawned. "But I really like you."

He tried to bite back another smile and failed again.

"I really like you too." He dropped a kiss on her head. "Now get some rest, superwoman."

She was already asleep, arm wrapped around his chest, legs intertwined with his. He joined her fairly quickly, the smile still on his face.

"Harry."

He grunted sleepily, hugging the softness closer to his body.

"Harry." She laughed. " I have to pee. "

His eyes blinked their ways open. Y/N was wrapped in his arms, looking back with a smile on her face. She looked a lot better.

"Good morning." He said, kissing her cheek.

"Good morning." She whispered back, closing her eyes as his lips made contact with her cheek.

He reluctantly let her go, hoping she'd come back if he didn't move. And she did, sliding back in his arms like she never left.

"What time is it?" He asked, nuzzling his head into her neck.

"Almost noon." She intertwined their feet.

"Wow." He muttered. "I feel like a teenager again."

She laughed. "What are we going to do today?"

"What do you want to do?" He rolled on his back, bringing her with him so she rested on his chest again.

"Something fun." She started drawing on his chest with her fingers.

"We can talk to everybody and see what they want to do, I mean as long as you're cool with hanging with them."

She nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Harry nodded.

She sat up in the bed and stretched. He watched as her shirt lifted up revealing her freckle covered skin. Before he could stop himself his finger was tracing them. He had a thing with finding constellations in the stars and she had a ton on her.

She turned back with a small smile. "They're everywhere."

"I like them." He smiled back.

"Really?" She raised her eyebrows. "They're so ugly."

"No, they're cute." He grinned at her.

Before she could say anything her phone started ringing from her bag.

"Hello." She answered.

"A little warning would have been nice." An eyeroll.

"Yeah just give me a minute." She put her hand over the phone. " I have to go. My friend is standing outside my apartment waiting for me. " She gave him a sympathetic sort of smile.

Harry frowned. "Everything okay?"

She shrugged. "I think so, he tends to pop by unannounced because he thinks I have no life."

He. He resisted the urge to tell her to stay. "Alright, another time then?"

She nodded, reaching across the bed to place her lips on his cheek. "Yeah, I'm sorry, he's an idiot really."

"See you Thursday?"

She nodded, smiling as she grabbed her bag. "I really am sorry, tell Gemma I'm sorry I had to go."

Harry nodded, disappointment coursing through him. It was one thing to be ditched for hospital duties, it was another to be ditched for another guy. He tried to hold his jealousy and anger in.

"Of course." He got up to walk her out.

Her hand still covered the mouth piece and he wondered what it was that she didn't want this guy to hear.

"Thanks for cheering me up last night." She said as she slipped her shoes back on. "I'll see you Thursday."

And than she was gone. He sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"Harry." Gemma's voice called from the living room. "Did she just leave?"

He walked to her, collapsing on the couch next to her. Drake was nowhere to be seen.

"Yeah." He looked over at her. "Apparently one of her friends showed up at her apartment wondering where she was."

"Why do you sound so bummed?" She asked.

"It was a guy. I'd been thinking I knew a lot about her lately, we talk a lot and we're constantly texting but there's still stuff I have no idea about."

"Than ask." She pointed out like it was obvious.

"What if she doesn't want me to know." He looked over at her. " I think I really like her Gem, I don't want her to not feel the same way. "

"I think she really likes you too." She said, "What kind of person would come to a strangers house after a long shift at the hospital just to spend the night."

" I don't know. " He shrugged. "Maybe she just thinks we're friends."

"What's her last name." Gemma asked, pulling out her phone.

" Why? "

"We're going to look her up on social media, make sure she's single."

"Y/L/N." He responded. Even that was pretty.

She opened up Instagram and typed her name in.

"That's her." He pointed to the third one. @/yourinsta.

Her profile picture was of her and a blonde guy. His heart sank a little.

And there was a common feat in her pictures. A scrawny asian boy with glasses and a tough looking white haired guy with the same eyes as her.

"That's her brother." Harry pointed out to Gemma. "And I have no idea who that is."

"Her best friend." Gemma said, clicking on a picture. "Best friend since birth."

He didn't know what to think of that. Everyone said those made the best relationships but he could see the way she looked at him, like he was her brother. He sighed, adding this to the list of things he didn't know about her, a list that was longer than he wished it was

[hexonthepeach]

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 12: haze

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner] [11: gambit]

wc: 5.6k

chapter warnings:  involuntary drug use, involuntary marking, dubcon explicit sexual content from a first-person perspective

recommended listening: colorblind - maddox

Lee Donghyuck, callsign Haechan [canis aureus α] (formerly 78th in line for the throne)

In the "first times for everything" category, Haechan ticks off the box for attempting to cook a meal with an erection that just won't quit. 

He feels like he's fourteen again, unable to control the blood flow to his dick during co-ed physical drills, when the sight and scent of a few of his comrades had him rushing to the coldest, farthest shower. 

Isolation in an Alpha-only designated military program hadn't been much better–just more confusing–but it had taught him how to channel his interest in play, and maybe even a little submission. 

For you, however, he's an open book. 

No amount of distraction can keep him from focusing on the soft shape of your lips (the thought of them closing around his shaft sends another twitch to his knot, still popped from his last session) or the way your tail has a habit of flicking when you're thinking (wouldn’t it feel so soft against his bare chest when he sank into your presented behind . . .?). 

It's this train of thought that has the fire alarm going off and yet another round of poorly-diced garlic, onion, and potato ending up drenched in fire extinguishing agent and the garbage. 

In the end he orders a delivery of his favorite fast food–a little bit of everything to please you, of course–pacing until the drone arrives downstairs laden with boxes.

He's feeling the elation of gifting you with your meal in proper Alpha fashion and maybe still a little distracted by the thought of your legs wrapped around him, so when he swipes the door open to the medical wing and immediately drops the armful of precious cargo it's because he is absolutely, 100% not prepared for the sight before him. 

Taeil is nowhere to be seen. You, on the other hand, can't be missed. 

The room is wall-to-wall fruits and flowers and sandalwood musk with you at the center of it, perched in the high desk chair at the doctor's main station, a VR rig strapped to your head. 

It's the sounds, he realizes–the tinny register of whatever is playing on your headphones matched by those coming from your throat, frustrated whines mixed with the occasional cry of pleasure, or maybe pain. Your movements are jerky and awkward and obscured by the loose-fitting medical gown you've changed into but it's clear you're mounting something, kneeling in the wide seat and leaning towards the desk for leverage. 

In an instant he's lost his fight with his body, blood rushing from his head so fast he's reeling. He has to adjust himself in his pants, throbbing at the contact, unable to tear his eyes off of you trapped in self-pleasure like you’d manifested from his deepest fantasies.

"You even so much as lay a finger on her and you'll no longer have a pack. You fuck her and it's death." Johnny had gone around the room to each member, making eye contact, ensuring the duck of a head or a verbal affirmation from each. 

Not one of them had resisted. Granted, there was still a question of what Taeyong thought was good for the pack but it wasn't worth breaking blood to find out.

A pack couldn't function without a prime, nor could it without complete obedience.

Doyoung had repeated the same thing with a softer edge of civility. 

"Any imposition on the prime's mate and you will be forced to accept a duel. Let's not let it come to that."

He'd come back to that memory more than a few times in the last few days, letting it act as a frigid reminder that you were strictly off limits, regardless of animal nature. 

He coughs, loudly, trying to announce his presence in a way that you can notice–earning nothing. His face and ears are on fire as he finally decides to take the food out the door and try again–locking the keypad.

Ring the doorbell. Ring the doorbell again.

He takes the opportunity to tuck himself into his waistband beneath his belt and pull his shirt over it, as well as offer a prayer to his ancestors that you'll never see it. 

He tries a few times before you open the door, hair wild and eyes starry with arousal, distracted and embarrassed. You've thrown on Taeil's white coat, which only adds a sheen to the fantasy currently playing out in Haechan's head.

Doctor, I need you to check on a huge problem I'm having . . .

"You're here," you say. By the looks of it you're hiding something, holding right past the sliding door. He nervously licks his lips, watching the way your fox-like eyes dart to his tongue.

"I brought you food," he says. He lifts the bag, feeling the slosh of liquid from a crushed sauce container.

"Oh. Yes. Thank you." 

You smile and relax. 

He's done for, he realizes. If he wasn't before–he is now–seeing what you look like when you're pleased. 

It was different with Taeyong–gifting him felt a little like laying offerings at the feet of a fickle god. He can tell you're incapable of dismissing even the tiniest gesture, as if you were starved for it. 

It makes his chest feel tight to see it.

"Where's Moon?" Haechan asks, carefully moving past you. He's conscientious of spooking you, knowing you're on edge and buzzing with anxiety. 

"In bed," you say, grabbing on to your sleek, dark tail to fidget with it. "It's weird. He's being weird. He said he had to take another suppressant and then he got sleepy again? And locked himself in?"

Haechan goes to Taeil's quarters, overriding the door control. He almost chokes on the smell of the other Alpha's pheromones. Under other circumstances it might be pleasant, even welcome to his jackal, but there's a tinge of metallic bitterness that makes him gag.

He can hear the older man's soft snoring, collapsed fully clothed facedown on his bed. He's glad to be spared the sight of whatever level of rut Taeil's going through in his dreams, if only because you don't need to see the second-in-charge and man providing you with medical care in that state.

He turns around to find you playing with the handle on the takeout bag, absentminded.

"Aren't you starving?" he asks.

Your ears twitch. 

"Kind of," you say. You make eye contact with him for a moment, just a little too long to be an accident. "It's hard to want to eat when I'm so . . ."

"Thirsty," Haechan interrupts, smacking his forehead. "I forgot drinks."

"It's fine," you say, blocking him from leaving. He can't hide the sound he makes when your hand presses to his sternum, light but like a lead weight. 

"I should get some dishes, too–" he panics, moving back, panicking more when you follow. 

"Taeil has his own stash, no?" Your teeth flash as you look up at him, head cocked. "I saw bottles in his specimen fridge."

"It's probably just beer," Haechan says, regretting it instantly when you smile wider, exposing your always just a little too big canines. 

"Perfect," you say.

"No, definitely not–I'm on duty and you're on–" 

"Why not? The doctor probably shouldn't be napping on the job either. It can be our little secret." 

Our little secret. 

The words echo like a gong hit through his brain, all those stuffed-down desires finding this particular outlet a nice alternative to the other, unthinkable ones.

He could please you and protect you from the others and it would be one step closer to having you forever. If not for real, then at least emotionally. Yes, that sounds nice.

"We can split just one, no? Before Mark comes back?" Your finger taps something out just beneath his collarbone and his mind goes blank.

Fuck Mark, he thinks. Maybe this will get you to finally sleep, too. Haechan feels a surge of confidence overtake the warning bell at the back of his brain.

"Okay," he agrees. 

And oh, does that make you pleased. 

Indeed, everything seems perfect and a little easier once you're both sprawled out on the old couch that serves as seating by Taeil's desk, chicken and specialty pizza piled across the low table. 

Haechan finds an old melo you've never seen before–a thriller action, not romance of course–to play in the background on the largest monitor. 

"Is it a good one?" 

"My favorite," he lies, unable to eat. If he's seen it he doesn't remember, too caught up in the graceful and formal way you pour him his share from Taeil's stash, your smile of acceptance when he pours yours in return. 

He barely touches his plastic cup of beer, a few sips proving dangerous as you settle cross-legged on the floor to devour chicken wings like they're your last meal.

You're having a good time, sufficiently distracted with food and conversation. 

Somehow this is worse than walking in on you masturbating. 

That could just be a dream, a thing tucked away he doesn't have to think about besides the occasional reminder of that defiled chair just over there. This experience is alarmingly real in its mundanity. 

He's never been on a date before, never hung out with anyone his age that wasn't a designated male or a recruit with the same hopped-up hormones. He's been scratching at the ground in wait of something like normalcy.

And apparently, so have you.

"Cheers," you say, lifting your cup over his knee to tap against his. "I always wondered why people did this in the melos when they're sad. I think I get it now."

"You gotta toast to something happy," Haechan says. The word sad permeates his entire world, more when a sad look crosses your face as you grip your drink tighter.

"Things will get better," he says. "Once you're not . . ."

He doesn't dare finish the sentence, clearing his throat. 

"To first times and small pleasures," you offer, clinking his cup and clearing your own. 

You look up at him with a slightly glazed-over expression, expectantly. Haechan drinks a little more deeply, savoring the bitter taste of the craft concoction. Taeil had learned how to make NUSA-style beer a few years ago from Johnny, this was probably one of their experiments. Not his favorite, but not bad.

"Can I?" you ask, looking at the empty couch beside him.

"It's probably more comfortable," Haechan jokes, adjusting away as you settle beside him.

"I feel better just having you close, you know." Your voice is so quiet he can barely hear it over a chase scene, having to turn down the volume. 

"What?"

"I don't think I can sleep without an Alpha near me, now." You say, shyly. You've wrapped your tail around you, the fur so close he can feel it even if he doesn't dare to reach out and touch it.

"That's . . . That's probably not a great idea."

"Do you think I could go to sleep next to Taeil?" 

Your eyes are wide and innocent when you look up at him, as if you're asking permission.

"No," he says quickly. God–he can't imagine what would happen to you if you got into bed with an Alpha in rut. He could, actually–but the thought of anyone touching you makes him sick to his stomach. 

He knows Mark won't be long back–Yuta had needed his help with a job according to his message, something about Dys pack witnesses. He has a window of time to enjoy your company. It won't hurt to let you physically closer.

The worst that can happen if Mark finds you curled up next to him is to give him a dressing down. If Taeil wakes up, he can explain that too–

"Take off your coat," he blurts out. 

"What?" you ask, eyes widening even more. 

"If you're gonna cuddle me I'd prefer you didn't smell like old ringtail," Haechan says, even more humiliated by the explanation. 

"Cuddle?" 

You take off the layer with a haste that has his head spinning. Your thighs are visible under the short hem of your black gown–oversized t-shirt, really–scent so heady he thinks he can swallow it.

"Don't make it weird, okay?" Haechan says, pretending to be annoyed. "Mark will kill me before Johnny gets the chance."

"You're the one who said it," you say. 

He's stiff as a plank as you rest into the curvature of his arm, head sinking into the space between his shoulder and jaw. It's like holding the first blanket of his childhood, the one he’d worn ragged. You're so real–

–he laughs out loud, involuntarily, startling you.

"What?"

"Your ears." Haechan itches his face, hand clamping down on the top of your head to turn it to the screen. You find a better angle that doesn't tickle him, sliding down to rest against his side.

"Better?" he asks. Inside he's screaming, hyper aware of every soft press of your body. Radiating lines of warmth and pleasure seem to erupt from each point of contact, your curves etched into his memory with each breath.

"Your vest is scratchy," you mutter. 

Somehow he's taking off clothing now too, heart beating against his ribs when you bury your face in his pectoral muscle–this time much closer. You scent him in earnest, rubbing the side of your mouth against his clothing with each nudge.

"Thank you, Alpha."

Oh fuck. Fuck, he thinks. 

He wants to stop you but he's too busy counting to ten in his head, legs spread wide to keep from the shocks of pleasure that occur everytime his cockhead rubs against the band of his underwear. 

He can keep it cool, he thinks. 

He thinks.

If it means getting to enjoy you pliant and warm against him until the others show up he can survive until that freezing shower. It's naive but the alternative of making you upset is too terrible a thought to entertain.

"Don't make it weird," he reminds you. 

"You don't like being called that?" 

"It makes me uncomfortable," he says. It's the truth, considering the ache in his balls. 

"What would make you comfortable?" Your hand spreads over the other side of his chest, settling over his heart. You must be able to feel it–hear it probably–as his pulse steadily increases. 

Thank god for the beer, he thinks. He's much more relaxed than expected, a haze filtering his senses. It could be too long since he's indulged but he also knows now how good an omega like you can be, overriding anything negative.

"No talking, just watching," he says.

"Okay, Haechan." You add an informal note that makes him wish he could bite his fist in his teeth. 

The torture only increases as you seem to fall asleep against him, hand sinking to his belly. He adjusts you, carefully, forced to pull your body across his lap and onto the couch arm so you're not diving headfirst into it. Your tail has a mind of its own, lifting up from under your clothing to beat weakly against his thigh.

"Y/N," he whispers, holding you upright in an awkward position. "I'm gonna just get up and lay you down." 

Your roll over, hands clinging around his neck. 

"Don't leave me," you beg. 

"No, no," he assures. "I'm just losing feeling in my arm."

"Oh," you say. You adjust, ass wiggling into his thighs. 

The sound he makes is humiliating, somewhere between a moan and a yelp. 

"Sorry," you say, sitting up–barely–legs shifting to both sides of his hips, breasts inches from his curled-away chest.

"Don't move," he says through gritted teeth. 

"What's wrong?" You ask. Your hands connect at the base of his skull. He can't explain that he's throbbing so hard he might come untouched, instead choosing to grab your waist to try and lift you off of him as carefully and gently as possible. 

For some reason, his arms can barely move you. You're magnetized to stick to him. 

"You're crushing me," he huffs, fighting weakly. "Just let me get up so I can get more comfortable."

"Oh no," you say, backing off of him and sliding down to the floor. 

Oh gods is that infinitely worse.

The angle is devastating, your hands on his thighs as you watch Haechan move to stand, only to immediately sit back down again. The sudden movement wracks him with dizziness, and he shakes his head to clear it. 

"Is something wrong?" 

"I feel like . . . a cotton ball," he says. His mouth may as well be full of it, the room darkening in small blinks as he struggles to concentrate. 

"You know, that might be me." You rub circles into his upper legs, nails spiraling in the weatherproof fabric. 

"What . . .?" 

"Don't you remember they said that I can make you feel good? Like you're high?" 

It's decidedly not what he's expecting, or the way you clamber back on top of him and push his uncooperating body down on the cracked synthetic leather. 

"I'm sorry." Your tone seems genuinely sad as you play with the hem of your shirt.

"For making it weird? Too late," he says drowsily. 

"Not weird. Just fast. Everything will be just fine." You press a finger against his lips, tracing it down to his chin. Then his eyes can't follow, the light somehow chasing your hands.

There's a dumb smile on his face, and he can feel it break a little when you pull off your gown to expose yourself to the filtered air. With the slowed speed of his comprehension he watches a land laid out in an artificial moonlight, a finger beckoning him into the dark.

Something is weird. But he can't think about that right now. He intakes a breath, marveling as your torso resolves in the dim light into something that glows.

Everything is clearer: your beautiful body limned in the flickering light from the muted show, exposed and radiating delicious warmth as your skin pebbles.

You're wearing what looks like a questionable attempt at underwear, straps and lace and even a cute little black bow between the swell of your breasts. That gets his mouth watering again, or rather it would, if it didn't feel like sandpaper.

Why . . .?

Gift-wrapped and placed at his feet, he thinks, distantly aware of the fact that this is all too easy–suspiciously so. 

He doesn't drink often but he also doesn't go down that quickly, unless you're made of magic. Maybe you’re like one of those old legends about fox spirits who ate kingdoms, seducing empires into dust.

"You drugged me." He says, clarity on his tongue before his brain can follow.

"Just a little. For us both. So it doesn't hurt," you say, lifting hands to your breasts. He's aware they're his hands only when texture and heat appear under them, divine but passed through a filthy veil of unease.

You're on top of him, mostly naked and riding him, and he's not going to be able to stop. There is no possible way that he will be able to keep from making you sob and moan and beg beneath him when he finally shows you what's been playing in his head 24/7 since he'd first scented you.

But there's something else about this dream-come-true, an awful thing weighing him down he can't stop going back to–that at the end of it, when he eventually wakes up, he'll be dead. 

He doesn't realize he's crying until you reach out and stroke his face, bringing your fingers to your mouth and tasting his tears with a gentle dab of your tongue. 

"It won't hurt, I promise," you assure him.

"What's going to hurt?" he asks, panicking enough to grasp your ribs. You bend through his hold like water, kissing him. 

He's never been kissed like this before, and clearly neither have you. It's awkward and bruising and he can't enjoy it, even as much as you're everything he's ever wanted against him. Gods you are everything–he wants to mold into your life the same way he feels you could for him. 

A mate. He's always wanted one, never dared dream he could have one. Maybe he's just crying because he's happy.

You seem to answer his unspoken question when you pepper his face in lighter, angel's wing dusting of your lips. 

But the softness is too much, the affection more like a mother kissing a child. Here behind his closed eyelids he only feels empty, as if subjected to a gesture rather than real love.

After what feels like forever he realizes you're following his moles, eyelashes brushing his skin scattershot across his cheeks and jaw and throat until you find your favorite–at his collarbone.

You'd been the one to tell him his moles looked like the stars. Constellations, actually.

"The original name was Cynosura. Dog's tail." You'd explained. Somehow you were always smarter than you let on.

That same mouth kisses its way back to his throat. Each draw of heat from your tongue and lips is matched by the presence of your teeth, the vulnerability making the Alpha within buck him back to consciousness.

Haechan twists and struggles but he’s as heavy as lead and you’re as light as a leaf. He pants rapidly, breath stopped with the graze of your canines against the sensitive patch of skin somewhere past a third star.

"It will only sting a little bit," you say. 

Flame explodes across his vision as your bite sinks in. It's cold and hot at the same time, inferno radiating up his scalp and down through his chest to his toes. It's a body invading his own, tendrils of new feeling opening the way a flower might in the heat of the sun. 

At the same time, it rips him in two.

Suddenly that clean and sweet scent in his nostrils is a color he can see, white bruising into pink into red. Blood–that's what he'd smelled earlier in the room–Taeil's no doubt. 

Now his. 

He's never scented himself, green and earthy. Nor has he ever felt the jackal inside wake up, not even in the Wild, when he'd felt the alien sensation of fur and claws growing where they shouldn’t have been. 

It–he–is angry. The snarl erupts from his belly to his chest and explodes in the air, frightening you away with a strangled echo in your own throat. Just as quickly he finds himself on top of you, paws–no, hands–pressing your shoulders into the compressed cushions as you submit, too stunned to fight.

"I'm–I'm sorry," you repeat, eyes glassy. He can see his blood on your teeth. All the beauty of your features have been sharpened into the thinnest edge by the shadows, making you monstrous.

"What did you do?" he asks. 

"I claimed you," you whisper. 

"No," he says, adamantly. "That's not how it works."

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You weren't supposed to bite first. You weren't supposed to strip his skin and leave him exposed. 

Your expression transmogrifies into something even more awful than satisfaction: confusion.

"I thought you wanted me," you say.

"No," he repeats. Not this way–not with him bleeding and every moment stretched to minutes, hallucinating visions of the real you. It was supposed to be gentle and relaxed and fun, not this nightmare.

He’d let his mind wander so many places over the last few days, hearing your soothing voice over his headset. He’d imagined taking you to one of the few exposed beaches a few clicks far southwest, artificially constructed by where dunes remained as bulwarks for the rising tides but real enough to the memory of places only captured in old melos. 

He was going to hold your hand on the shore and watch you chase the waves until you fell into his arms, joyful and exhausted. He’d feed you and care for you until you nuzzled into his chest and told him you–

"But I can feel it." Your voice breaks his reverie. He sees the fox under your half-lidded gaze, the way you bare your throat as you arch beneath him. Even on your back you’re presenting.

"No!" He shakes your shoulders, fingertips digging into bare flesh. "It's not the same."

"You're hurting me."

He hadn't realized his hands were around your windpipe until you'd said anything, regret immediately flooding him so deeply it washes away everything in its path. 

He's not supposed to hurt you. He's supposed to take care of you, please you, settle the pulse beneath his fingertips. 

There's a bruise on your face that's fading purple and yellow, scratches all across your body that he suddenly fears he's caused. His hands flutter over you, making sure you don't break apart like a porcelain doll dropped on the floor, pieces still held together until they're picked up . . .

He can sense your relief as he caresses your face, trying to mend your cracks–fingertips tracing the deep scars that turn shiny in the dark. Where Johnny had ruined you, you'd said. 

Now he knows what that means.

It's so strange, it's almost like he can see himself through your eyes. You're not scared now. 

In the wake of panic is pure desire–not just his but a thrumming need to match from you, made stronger by distress. Something inside you wants to be hurt, wants to be subdued. Something needs it.

"Please, Haechan. Mate me," you say. "Please."

In all his life taking orders he's never once felt this kind of compulsion before, a sudden urge to do whatever is asked, by any means. In a terrifying moment of clarity he understands this is what you've been living with your entire life.

It's the only thing you know.

For a moment you're both suspended, at odds, and then something snaps. He's not sure who moves first but you're quicker than him, still fighting.

You surge up to meet him, grabbing at his face with piercing nails. Haechan's mouth crushes against yours, tasting his own torn skin. You kiss him more eagerly now and he matches your energy, knowing fully that you're hiding nothing. 

You do want him, you won't leave him now. You’d chosen him. He’s everything you need.

This time it feels a little more right than wrong, puzzle pieces slotting together by force.

He holds your body firmly against his to keep you from leading. It's made easier when his hand finds the base of your spine to steady you, the other holding your head. Touching you where fur meets skin makes you moan in pleasure, and he lets that be a guide as he finally, finally, grasps at the parts of you that feel most natural.

You’re made of silk, so warm. Not a wiry hair in all that expanse of fur, just the most delicious give as you become tender in his hands. He almost forgets you’re still an animal, remembering when you nip at his chin when he forgets to respond in the way you want. 

He has to remind you you’re his. The jackal demands submission. 

The most beautiful sound he's ever heard leaves your parted lips as he tugs your head back by your ears, phantom pain in his skull. Your neck is there for him, a bite for a bite, but he resists the urge for revenge.

After this, you'll be nothing to him but a death sentence. But he can still make this choice.

He licks up the sweat over your pulse, swallowing pure gold despite the dryness of his tongue. It’s easy to savor it as he licks desperately into your mouth until you open for him, a blossom offering nectar.

You’re warm and wet, and so, so inviting. 

This is alright, he can stop here–he can make you purr and delight you and give you what you need until you choose to stop. He tries to soothe you with brushes over your breasts and belly, his hands as clumsy as if they were truly changed into stubby claws.

A musical series of notes underscores your tiny whimpers, desperate for contact, unable to keep still or relax into the feeling. He's only distantly aware of the clatter of his belt buckle, your nimble hands reaching into his pants to find where he's been trapped and weeping pre-cum for what feels like hours. 

“No.” He hears himself say.

His entire body goes rigid at the first contact of your fingers around his shaft, gently exploring his shape and weight. It breaks the few remaining fibers in the thread of his self-control, clinging to the last as he's reminded of how new this is for you, and him.

And how wrong.

"Please don't stop," you say against his closed lips. "I need you so badly."

"I can't," he manages, eyes clenched shut as he presses back against the couch. "Too much. Please don't make me . . ."

"I don't care," you whisper into his cheek. "Mate me."

Haechan lets out a strangled cry as you grab his cock to line it up with your entrance, settling down so horribly slow he's reminded of a snake devouring prey. You're far too tight despite your attempts at preparation, slick pouring down your thighs in what feels like sheets to saturate his clothing.

He’s lost dissolving into you, the sensation both incredible and damning as his abdomen tightens involuntarily, muscles seizing in that familiar build of an orgasm. No, he thinks, no–it can’t end like this–he can barely move, can barely hold a thought in his head. 

"I need your help, please," you say. You can’t even take his tip, knees shaking, nails biting into his shoulders through his shirt. It’s impossible to do anything but answer your prayers, seizing your hips to pull you down when he can’t lift his thighs.

There you are–finally–nose pressed to his as you wriggle in his lap clumsily, warm heat smothering him from the tips of his toes to his scalp. You’ve eaten him whole, there’s no going back.

The pace makes the Alpha inside him insane, struggling back to consciousness to take control and force you under him again, tearing away the flimsy underwear as he sinks into you with one, forceful thrust.

For a moment you're both floating in a haze of satisfaction, your jaw slack as he begins to fuck into you, unable to pull out but ramming into you in short strokes. 

Finally, finally, the words thrum through him even though he knows there’s no coherent syllables coming from your mouth. You’re just urging him on, wishing he was able to bury himself deeper inside you, feeling the struggle as the drugs take over and his weight collapses onto you instead.

Even if he can barely move he can enjoy the fact that you're just as silky inside, gushing around him, legs locking around his hips as his knot presses against your tight, pulsing hole. It's ecstatic how quickly your body adjusts to take him after resisting, your face scrunched in pain and pleasure–the same that he feels.

"Knot me, please please please," you bleat. "I need it."

"Too much," he protests, rocking into you with short, quivering thrusts. His body is betraying him in contradictions–both flagging and involuntarily cascading towards that final lack of control. "I can’t . . . I’m . . .” 

"Wait!" Your order makes him freeze, makes something in his belly clench and burn in pain. Or is that you? The sharpness throbbing through him matches, aching with delayed release. 

"Knot me," you say again, pulling his face to yours, forehead pressed to his. 

He obeys, knees buckling. You cry out as he drives the thicker base past your stretched muscle. The stimulation with the high is unbearable, he's no longer attached to this plane as he cums immediately, more and longer than he ever has in his entire life.

His hips push weakly into you, but it’s in vain, there’s no give with the lock in place. 

It takes him a while to realize you're crying into his shoulder, the little sobs and hiccups transferred to him through the squeeze of your walls around his thick knot, triggering spurts of seed deep into your womb. If he had the energy he would get off of you but there's nothing left in him, not with the sedation.

The only thing remaining is something he never once entertained in his fantasies of having you first. 

He feels empty. Hollow.

Maybe it's you, maybe it's him. If he wasn't so tired he'd be sick. He does feel sick, flooded in your negative emotions.

"He was right, it's not enough," you lament, clenching around him, making him suck in breaths as satiety mixed with displeasure courses through you both. "It's not enough. Please don't stop."

"I can’t," he says between blinks of red and black, letting that last thread of empathy burn away. He rolls into the couch, the vinyl creaking under his ear. "You're stuck with me."

For life, he thinks. But not for long.

That only makes you cry more. Your sadness and disappointment is a bitter pill to swallow but the part of him that remains himself is delighted at the sound, returning the favor to taste your tears as he kisses your cheek cruelly through them, until you have to turn your head away.

"I hate you," he says, extricating his arm from your side to burrow as far away as he can, unable to escape. He doesn’t want to feel you hot and soft around him anymore, he just wants to slip into the darkness and hope that there’s no coming back up from under it when his inevitable execution arrives.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Even this close, you sound so far away.

"Too late," he mumbles, arm thrown over his face to keep sympathetic tears back. He knows yours are as real as your whispered apologies; animals don't feel guilt. 

Neither will he. 

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About Agent 3's Sanitation Scars

aka, agent oc lore post

this is a bit long, sorry about that! ill place it all under a cut so no one has to scroll through it all if they dont want to read, note there's some colored text + some drawings

ever since alister (3) and josh (8) were rescued from the deepsea metro and tartar was defeated, callie and marie have been very worried. josh has his own host of issues, but alister's are much more... visible. doctors have no idea how to treat alister's condition, and have just been monitoring his healing process. alister doesnt remember a thing about the sanitation, despite having been only partially sanitized. all witnesses referred to it as a form of mind control.

marie had asked zara (4) about what she had seen first, she seemed much more approachable about the subject. this was under a week after the rescue:

zara: i rescued him and josh from the blender, yeah. though he got ambushed by a strange telephone as soon as we tried to follow josh through the escape route. i managed to dodge the telephone's attacks, but... yeah, alister wasn't as lucky.

marie: do you remember his appearance?

zara: that strange.. i dont even know, goop? just- that strange stuff wrapped around his head. it looked like it was digging into the back of his head. i remember... before he got completely taken over by the strange.. thing and tied me up... he looked at me with.. fear. fear ive never seen before, it had so much.. pain and certainty in it. like he was thinking "im going to die"

marie: oh... that sounds terrifying. was there anything else...?

zara: he... he said one thing. while the goopy stuff was being planted onto him. i dont remember it completely, he whispered it, but he said "so this is it. it... hurts" it... scared me. marie, you know ive been working with him on agent stuff for the past year! he's never sounded so... so... you know.

she didn't have any further comments.

when he could handle the question, marie had asked josh as well. this took place a month after the incident:

marie: so... are you sure you're ready to think about what happened again? i know it's still very recent, even if some time has passed.

josh: y.. yes. i am sure. it is the less painful parts, so i do not mind as much, i think.

marie: alright... what do you remember?

josh: alister, he... he looks like he was in pain. a lot of pain. during the battle, he missed lots of attacks due to it, im sure. his hands had shaking the whole time then.

josh: once we reach the surface and.. things were better again, he was no longer being controlled. and the sight... i dont know the word in inklish, the closest would be scary, i believe. it was... deep scar. everything around the scar had a greenish color to it. he could not see well when he woke up, and he mentioned being in so much pain...

marie: oh, oh jeez... i can see why the bandage was put on it now.

josh: it was the best we have at the time. the one he has now is... much better.

marie: yeah... do you want to stop? you look uncomfortable..

josh: ...yes. thinking of it again... i-it is making me upset more than i realize it could. i am sorry

he couldn't make any further comments.

extra visual of how alister looked at this time:

extra info: his eyesight improved over the first couple of months, though it stopped eventually. he has blurred vision. he has glasses that do slightly correct it, but he never wears them. i imagine he shows some symptoms that would correlate to right hemisphere brain damage. but i need to put more research into that first

[retro-watching]

Twin Peaks S1 Ep1 Pilot

I have never watched Twin Peaks or, in fact, anything by David Lynch before.

I knew enough to know it was a bit odd, that it was about the murder of Laura Palmer and that there was "Damn Fine Coffee"

When the pilot started my first thoughts in order were:

"What the fuck is up with the sawmill in the title sequence?"

"I remember being places that looked like this and also I remember all women having that perm. My mother had that perm in 1990."

"How am I going to judge the acting in this? In any other show the acting would be terrible but it fits the vibes wtf?"

The vibes were immediately different and what would have been hack acting was perfectly in keeping with the tone and camera work and music of the scene.

Everything felt just slightly uncanny and weird and I thought "Oh okay this is what people meant."

Then Agent Dale Cooper showed up.

What the absolute fuck is with this guy?

I love him, but also what the fuck is up with him?

And everyone else got like 20% weirder or more around him.

And what the FUCK was up with that one doctor?

It's also weird seeing this after watching a lets play of Alan Wake 2 because I got unreasonably excited about the Norwegians.

Also as a younger sibling Harriet is a true younger sibling.

"Yes I will cover for you!" *immediately spills all at the lightest pressure*

Saying that I liked it! I like the weirdness and uncanny nature of it all and I am suitably intrigued

Ratings:

Story: 6/10 - dragged a bit because the pilot is really long and the show is not fast paced, at least not in the pilot.

Acting: 7/10 - In any other show the acting on display would have been lower but here it fits and I can't explain why

WTF: 7/10 - I had surreal pencilled in for this category but WTF felt more accurate. It would have been a six but then Agent Cooper arrived. Just on him it would have been higher but I need room for the weirdness to go up

Enjoyment: 6.5/10 - I enjoyed it but it did also drag a bit

Effects: 5/10 - weren't really many effects other then Dead Laura makeup so I'm giving it a score that basically means its fine

Charm: 8/10 - I don't know what's happening, everything is weird and painfully 1990s but I do find a charm in this kind of weirdness

Cringe: 0/0 - no cringe

Aged Like Milk: 0/0 - nothing really stood out. Yes there is domestic violence hinted at and shown and general misogyny from some of the men but you're not supposed to be on board with that. At least in this episode

Overall Ranking:

B Tier

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[cleoselene]

I find it frustrating that you assume I’m seeking attention and refuse to earnestly engage with my feelings when I say I don’t wanna vote for the guy who is actively helping Israel commit genocide. Also, as a disabled person like me, why aren’t you mad at him for pretending the pandemic is over and removing all covid mitigations and making society unsafe for us?

if you're voting for Cornel West, you're voting for whoever Harlan Crow wants you to vote for. If you're voting for Jill Stein, you're voting for whoever Vladimir Putin wants you to vote for. Either way, it's nonsensical and useless. My first election was 2000, go read the wikipedia article about Florida and Ralph Nader, it's not my fucking job to educate you on the meaning of a third party candidate in an electoral system that is a Single Member District Plurality.

As a disabled person on Social Security and living in the bottom quintile of this economy, the Biden Administration has made my life MARKEDLY better. Medicare improvements alone have been a revelation. I now have so much more money in my pocket, no copays on my medications or any of my doctor visits ever, my food stamps have gone up. We are the only major economy in the west that is experiencing economy growth.

Biden has been dealing with a 50-50 Senate and has accomplished more than Obama did with a Supermajority in 8 years. I'm sorry that you probably learned about foreign policy three months ago, but if you think literally anyone else who has a snowball's chance in fucking hell will be better for Palestine, you are delulu as all fuck. Biden is not helping commit genocide, you are spouting internet catchphrases. Biden is not even on speaking terms with Netanyahu at the moment. Blinken has been repeatedly pressuring Israel to pause the fighting because Americans are being held hostage in Gaza. You speak like someone who learns literally all of their information from social media.

You're disabled like me, why are you giving away your country to fascism for one foreign policy issue you probably barely understand and literally no other viable candidate will be to the left of Biden on? Do you think Trump, who your vote will actively assist, will be any better? The guy who literally moved the American embassy in Israel to Palestine in a move designed to be deliberately provocative to Palestine? That Donald Trump?

Assume Biden literally told Netanyahu to stop. Netanyahu would not stop. It would not happen. We have not approved any aid to Israel, even, because guess what: Congress hasn't approved anything whatsoever.

And that is more words than I have been willing to give to anyone who responds to this post because in 2016 I gave a lot of words to people who ended up being Russian psyops agents, and I am tired.

But hey, vote for Jill Stein. Women dying in Texas of miscarriages going septic clearly mean fucking nothing to you, as long as you can keep your Internet Moral Purity Fad Of The Moment.

edit: re Covid that was a global loss and it sucks and I have no Immune B cells and I don't go out anymore but that is hardly uniquely American. Everywhere is pretending it's over. no one cares about sick people anywhere. anyway grow up and realize the world is complicated and if you're a single issue voter like this you are cutting off your nose to spite your face

[makeawish2020]

Bella Sposa | Jungkook x Reader | Part 7

Summary: When his soon-to-be wife goes missing, he will stop at nothing to find her. But he gets broiled in a world full of secrets where no one can be trusted.

Genre: agent au

Part 6 | Part 8 (upcoming)

"Who are you?" Jungkook asks, his gaze lingers on you as he poses the question.

You play the clueless card, acting like you're just not getting it. "What do you mean?"

He sighs, “I have some confession to make." He spills the beans, owning up to the fact that he went digging into your background.

He dishes out an apology for getting all up in your privacy, throwing in how weird it is that you're basically a ghost on social media.

Understanding the delicacy of the situation, Jungkook reassures you that you need not reveal everything at once.

"You can tell me whenever you are ready," he adds, his demeanor considerate.

You respond with a muted nod, fully aware that this talk is bound to go down sooner or later. Unspoken between you two is the acknowledgment that your own deep dive into Jungkook's life had you prepped for this moment.

After a moment of silence, you utter, "My parents divorced when I was 10." Jungkook listens attentively as you unfold the narrative of your childhood.

“My parents were always busy. My father is a soldier, dedicated to the nation, and my mother was a committed doctor. As far as I can remember, I never really got to spend time with them as they left me in the care of a grandmother from my dad's side, who held a disapproving stance, solely because I was a girl."

You flash back to overhearing a brutal exchange between your grandma and mom, where your mom always caught heat for giving birth to a daughter, and the fact that your mom is not fertile anymore.

"When I finally gripe enough to my mom, she took me in," you spill.

"Dad could meet me, but he couldn't care less," you chuckle. But Jungkook didn't miss the bitter taste in your voice.

As you recount the pivotal moment at 12 when your father appeared. But your excitement turned to disillusionment.

"I thought he still loved me," you admit with a wistful chuckle. "But I was wrong... he only came for his benefit."

You rewind to the painful memory of your dad yanking you away from your mom, his men snatching you while he went all brutal on your mom.

“What happened to your mom?” Jungkook's question caught you off guard, a subtle shift in his tone making you acutely aware of the gravity behind his words.

"Huh?"

“You told me she ‘was’ a doctor, so I was wondering if she is no longer a doctor or?”

A bittersweet smile played on your lips as you shared a somber truth, “my mom died when I was 15.”

Flashback 

When other girls were having awkward and cute moments with boys at 15, you were brutally training with boys almost double your size.

When he first brought you to the training center, you were disobeying your father and refused to follow his orders. But after you receive your first punishment, you soon realize that if you rebel then only you will get hurt.

You also thought of escaping but that thought got buried after you saw your dad killing one of the trainees who attempted to escape with his bare hands. So at 15, you realize that this is life. If you want to survive, you have to follow his orders.

But when you saw your mom again she gave you hope and made you dream of a future that seemed almost impossible.

You don't know how your mom got inside the training facility and you didn't even bother to ask her.

"Y/N," your mom whispers, panting, "we have to leave now." She surveys her surroundings, "I have everything ready. Let's just go now."

You look at her stretched hands, pondering whether to hold it or let it go.

"Y/N, "your mom calls your name as she caresses your face, "at the end, we are all gonna die. But I rather see you die while you seek freedom."

So you hold her hand and escape the training facility. As you both reached the port where your mom's broker arranged a ship to China, your aspirations were abruptly halted by a menacing group of militants.

“Do not move!” all of your father's men yell as they point their guns at both of you.

Amid the tension, your father emerged, his presence dripping with disdain. He walks toward your mom, and pulls her hair back, “You dare to take my future soldier away from me?!”

“She is our daughter! She is not going to be your soldier or your puppet!!!” your mother asserted defiantly.

Your father laughs and lets go of your mom's hair. It's more scary to see him laugh than to see him mad. He looks at the broker and callously shoots him in the chest and head. Your mother tightly holds you as she closes her eyes.

Your father yanks you from her embrace. He kicks your mom and she falls back.

Your dad turns to you and smiles. “Y/N, you know what happens when someone betrays me?”

You look at your mom, struggling to rise. You see your dad pointing his gun at her from your peripheral view. Fear rooted you in place, rendering you speechless.

“Look carefully because this is what we do to anyone who betrays us and our nation,” your father whispers.

His gun still pointing at your mom who is trying to sit upright, grimacing in pain.

"Goodbye my dear," Your dad says before shooting right in the middle of her forehead as you watch horrified.

----

Present

"Why? What happened to her?" Jungkook asks, his curiosity mingling with a tinge of sadness.

Crafting a fake narrative, you explain, "She was in a car accident."

"I am so sorry to hear that," Jungkook expresses genuine sympathy.

"Where is your father now?" he inquires.

Your expression becomes stern, and Jungkook notices the subtle shift, wondering if it's a sensitive topic for you.

"He is in New Zealand. He's the reason why you can't access any of my records. He was a high-ranking figure and is now venturing into politics, and doing his best to meticulously erase his past, including mine," you fabricate a tale and hope that Jungkook will believe your lie.

After seeing you opening up, Jungkook decides to tell you his truth.

"Y/n, I'm an agent. I work for the government. It's second nature for me to be suspicious of everyone. I didn't want to do this to you, but..."

Jungkook moves closer, gently taking your hand. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea about any of this. I apologize for delving into your background. I crossed the line... I shouldn't have done that."

Jungkook looks genuinely remorseful, "Would you be able to forgive me, Y/N?"

A surge of emotions compels you. You feel happy that Jungkook believed your lie but also you feel guilty and scared.

What if he finds out the real you? What would he do when he finds out that you are the one who killed Agent Suga, someone so close to him. Would he still look at you with those eyes? or would it change to something you have never seen?

But you know they say to not worry about something that hasn't happened yet. So you move closer to bridge the remaining space between you and Jungkook and you pull him into a kiss.

Time seems to momentarily slow as your lips meet, it's like a magnetic force pulling you together. Jungkook responds seamlessly, his touch on your cheek as gentle as a caress of a whisper. His fingers trace the contours of your skin. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within.

The kiss evolves into a dance of passion and the passionate exchange deepens as he slides his tongue into yours.

The outside world fades away for both of you, leaving only the echo of your heartbeats in the intimate space you've created.

As you break the kiss, it's like the air crackles with newfound energy and you see Jungkook looking at you differently, his eyes hold a depth of emotion that mirrors your own.

---

Meantime in North Korea, Major Kim Seokjin holds an urgent meeting since things are not going as planned.

His trusted comrade Jimin convened with fellow operatives, engrossed in crafting a meticulous strategy for their impending mission.

The objective was clear - acquire the precise coordinates of South Korean soldiers and their submarine for a stealthy underwater assault.

"They are waiting for us in the air and we will hit them underwater," Seokjin asserts, prompting a nod of agreement from others.

"Unfortunately, our agents haven't managed to extract that critical information," Your dad remarks, fixing a scrutinizing gaze on Seokjin.

Frustrated, Seokjin looks at Jimin, "are you sure Jungkook has that information?"

Jimin affirms, "Certainly, Major. During Agent Suga's captivity, he admitted that Jungkook exclusively possesses the intel due to his role in the intelligence department."

Frustration etched across your dad's face, he queries, "How much longer before Namjoon and Y/N return? Time is of the essence, and our leaders are growing impatient."

Jimin responds, "I've given them an additional three months."

Your dad scoffs, and comments before ending the meeting, "I hope you are making the right decision, Seokjin."

After the meeting, Seokjin had Jimin stay behind. As the others exited, Seokjin posed a more personal question to Jimin, "What's your take on this, Jimin?"

Confused, Jimin met Seokjin's gaze. The Major tosses a collection of photos onto the table, and Jimin picks one up. All the images are of you and Jungkook.

Pouring himself a whiskey, Seokjin contemplates aloud, "Look at her, do you really believe she's doing this for the mission or is there something else at play?"

Jimin scrutinizes the photograph, asserting, "Y/N is a dedicated agent, Major. She would never betray her nation."

Seokjin laughs loudly at his comment. He stops, his face reverting to something menace.

He takes a sip and says, "Jimin, to be honest, I couldn't care less if she betrays the nation."

He picks up the glass again, downing the whiskey.

He walks toward Jimin and looks into his eyes, "but if she betrays me, I'll strip away every layer of her skin until there's nothing left."