CHAPTER ONE: the day suna rintaro was banned from tinder
EXTRAS!
y/n and suna both lowkey horny as fuck
suna did not write his notes app apology
suna spent like four hours on tinder trying to find someone to be his fake girlfriend before he texted y/n; he really did not want to rely on someone he had previously hooked up with but after he got banned he was running out of options
y/n showed up with aone and introduced him as her attorney (he is not an attorney) and she didn't even bother reading the contract she just gave it to aone and waited for his approval before she signed it
suna is kind of scared of aone
komori is kind of worried that y/n has gang connections
Can I request Xavier x reader where she is worried that her newborn daughter/son doesn’t cry like the other babies and sleep more because of their dad and they are literally copy of him because her genes couldn’t fight his, she knew from the moment she came back from the hospital that her little baby is heavy sleeper but wakes up once they hungry and Xavier is the one who can make them sleep.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier x afab!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚oh, to have a tiny copy of xavier's ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ they would be the cutest pair ever, istg. thank you so much for this cute idea, anonnie! ♡
the first time you held your newborn, it was impossible to tell who he'd resemble the most.
he looked like a little raisin, wrinkled up and awkward, holding his tiny hands close to his chest as if wanting to go back inside your belly and rest a little bit more.
it wasn't until the sixth month that both xavier and you realized… the baby was a tiny copy of his father.
sure, he was already a heavy sleeper, but his appearance…?
if someone hadn't seen xavier and the baby in the same room, they would probably think that your husband either shrank or stepped into the fountain of youth.
it was insane.
the baby was pale, with silvery-blonde strands that fell down his forehead, just above his long eyelashes that framed two gorgeous, gigantic, shimmery blue eyes.
okay, rude.
not only did your genes fall asleep while conceiving, but the baby acted exactly like his papa.
he slept for hours, and hours, and hours.
and while other moms hoped their babies could do the same, you were worried.
when would your baby play?
when would you be able to show him new things, to make him laugh, to see him trying to crawl, when all he did was sleep?
you wanted him to cry, to wake you up, to wail because he needed a diaper change, but you'd only hear soft cooing or little babbles whenever he needed something.
xavier told you things would be fine, that your little star would eventually grow up and have more energy, but your heart wasn't at ease.
you feared your baby would miss feeding times, or that he wouldn't get to feel your touch and create a bond with you.
and while you thought the hormones were making you way more susceptible and sensitive, xavier totally understood your worries and tried to calm you down.
“he's healthy, my starlight,” he whispered, gently tracing the little one's nose with his finger as you held him in your arms.
“i know he is, but i… i feel like he's sleeping his life away,” you whispered back, your voice shaky. “he has a lot of things to see, to explore with his tiny hands, yet he only sleeps…”
xavier turned to you, his lips finding your temple.
“he's still very small. babies sleep a lot.”
you hesitated before nodding quietly.
that was true.
“besides, he has a lot of time to grow up and start exploring the world with us. his life has just begun; you won't miss a thing, and neither will he.”
“...you think so?” you sniffled, your gaze meeting his. “we won't miss anything?”
he smiled, shaking his head.
“not a single thing. i promise.”
“okay… okay, yeah,” you smiled, closing your eyes when he leaned in to kiss your cheek this time.
and, true to his word, xavier visibly relaxed when the baby started to stay awake over the next few days, his big eyes staring at the ceiling with wonder.
his little hands would shake softly when he spotted the fluorescent ceiling stars, or when the moonlight cast shadows over his baby crib mobile made out of wooden planets.
he would also perk up when it became feeding time, his appetite resembling his father's. he was like a little bucket with no end, babbling for seconds, and even thirds if your body so allowed it.
when you came in to check on him, he'd stare at you, tracing your nose, your eyes, your lips, and cheeks with his gaze, holding your fingers if they got close to his face, pulling your face close with his tiny palms… all because he loved the scent and softness of his mama.
he'd stare at his father as well, tilting his tiny head, blinking oh so softly so as to not miss anything he did.
xavier would always stare back, fascinated by his baby's mere existence.
it was like looking in a mirror.
the sleeping habits, the endless hunger, even the way the little one would lean against your touch, it all resembled him.
they could both study each other for hours without getting bored or growing accustomed to it, and both their expressions would soften whenever you walked into the room.
two pairs of bright azure eyes always welcomed you with sheer happiness, and two mouths curled up faintly, happy to have you in their lives.
one of them because you're the center of his tiny little world.
the other because you gave him a world for his heart to orbit around.
after an entire day of looking everywhere and taking in the pretty colors, his father would manage to get him to sleep once again, making sure to create a routine so that the baby wouldn't sleep more than necessary or stay awake during the night.
it was easy to take care of his needs, despite the tiny star never crying or wailing about anything, not even when he was hungry.
you'd know he wanted to eat whenever his tummy rumbled, or that he needed a diaper change when xavier's delicate eyes started to water from the smell.
so, in the end, things just worked out, weirdly so, but effectively, almost like when it was just xavi and you.
your baby still had lots of things to do when he grew up, but when he slept and reacted to your touch with a happy little sigh, you knew he was creating a bond and feeling comfortable around you, asleep or not.
he was your baby; he would always be your baby, and neither xavier nor you would miss a single heartbeat of his.
if your little star ended up being a hundred percent like his amazing, loving, and caring father, then everything would be more than fine.~
“what the hell?” satoru mutters to himself, scratching his undercut in confusion.
one second he was fighting a curse, and the next, he was at the gojo residence. and he’s 99% certain that he didn’t somehow accidentally teleport.
he shrugs it off, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he begins to walk through the gardens.
must be a dream, he thinks to himself.
a hyper-realistic dream because when he breathes in, he smells the familiar incense that could somehow always be smelled from outside. and a shadow flies over him which he automatically assumes is a grey heron.
what really makes it confusingly realistic is his favourite ball from when he was a child bouncing into view. he instinctively catches it and holds it under his foot.
then, satoru comes running into view-- wait…
he has to stop himself from yelling, his mouth falling open the widest it’s ever been as he stares at himself. just smaller. shorter. so young. no older than eight years old.
he laughs to himself, unnerved. “this really must be a dream.”
the younger version of himself crouches down to pick up the ball from under his foot and he lets him take it.
it’s like the sky reflected onto water when his eyes meet his own. on a face smaller than his, but still his. he feels like he truly is staring into the eyes of his eight-year-old self. a half-pout, half-scowl on his younger version’s mouth.
“watcha doin’, little ‘toru?” he asks, squatting down to his level.
“wouldn’t you like to know?” the smaller version shoots back, looking at the older satoru with caution. he can only guess it’s because they look the exact same. well, they are the same.
satoru pauses and blinks before breaking into laughter. what a stuck-up brat he used to be.
“well then, let me skip inside and let the elders know you’re neglecting your duties,” he says teasingly. a joke. he would never take away his younger self’s childhood even if it was just a dream.
but he immediately regrets making that joke when the little scowl disappears and a sulk takes over. snowy eyebrows knit together in slight panic. bright, blue eyes swirling with a plea before his gaze downcasts, cheeks drooping sadly.
something in satoru’s heart aches. feeling the distress of being a child who could never truly be a child all over again. something that reverse cursed technique could never heal.
“i’m kidding, buddy. play all you want.” satoru stands back up, reaching out to ruffle his little self’s hair who shakes his hand off and draws back. “just… hang in there, alright? everything’s gonna be okay, i promise,” he whispers, something broken in his voice.
satoru feels stinging behind his eyes, threatening to spill years of a stolen childhood and a burden that only the strongest could carry.
the younger version of him tilts his head at the taller man - the same way he tilts his head to this very day when he’s confused.
“old man… why are you crying?”
“did you just call me old, you br-- wait, what?” satoru says, reaching up to touch his own cheek. he, in fact, does feel salty moisture rolling down the curve of his cheek. “oh… uh, that’s um allergies. yeah, allergies”
but little him scrutinises him like he doesn’t believe his older self. but before he can say anything else, an elder’s voice calls for him from inside, most likely for training.
all satoru hears is a mumbled “weirdo” before his younger self scurries away with a pout tugging at his mouth. and he can’t help but let out a wet chuckle, wiping his face with the heel of his palm.
he watches him go, leaning against the wall with a soft smile touching his lips.
“everything’s okay,” he murmurs to himself under his breath. a sense of peace settling within him.
after wandering around for a while longer, hiding from clan members because something tugs at his gut that this isn’t a dream, he’s suddenly warped back to the abandoned lab where he was dealing with the curse. said curse nowhere to be seen because he had exorcised it before whatever the hell just happened.
he heaves out a breath before immediately teleporting home. to his home. you.
he’s wrapping himself around you from behind, slumping against you and burying his face into the side of your neck.
“my love?” you say softly, surprised and confused but not resisting. you rest a hand on his arm that’s looped around your stomach, brushing your thumb back and forth. “what happened?”
moisture patters against your neck and you freeze, but you don’t force him to speak or lift his head. you let him hold you. let him breathe you in shakily.
“… i love you so much,” he finally murmurs, lips moving against your neck like he’s trying to etch the words into your skin. “i love you. thank you for loving me. fuck, what did i do to deserve you?” he whispers the last part to himself, in disbelief.
“satoru,” you say a bit more firmly this time. hearing him self-deprecate always caused your heart to twist. it made you want to undo the years of trauma that he never deserved. “what’s going on? was your mission okay?”
he laughs softly, then nods. “would you believe me if i said that i think i time-travelled to the past? like, twenty years back.”
“… did you knock your head against something? should we get you to shoko?”
satoru laughs again, louder this time, heartier. he lifts his head from your neck, his face blotchy with stained tears, eyes twinkling with amusement rather than tears now.
“i’m okay, i promise. more than okay. life is perfect,” he grins, feeling ever so thankful for how his life turned out. thankful for you.
TW: Swearing, angst, mentions of panic attacks(and reader is mentioned to have anxiety meds), jokes about violence
IMPORTANT!!! This is a complete work of fiction and does not portray any of the members correctly! This is simply for fun and entertainment purposes!! The members are almost placeholders/faceclaims in a way! Please remember that this is fictional, not accurate or true and to respect the members irl
Authors note: should I be focusing on the eighth chapter of the bet and all my other wips? Yes. Am I? No!(lie)if there is spelling errors no there isn’t! Also sorry the ss are uneven and so long, I tried okay?😭😭in Felix’s part is was supposed to say “treated me like that” but I forgot to add the word that ig💀 anyways…pt 2?
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