Synopsis: Satoru had it all, president of the greatest frat in the state, grades higher than the sky and a social life so amazing it almost felt unreal, but this perfect reality came crashing down the moment a basket was left on his frat house porch a baby left in its wake and apparently it was his, with no mother no name he took it upon himself to raise this kid without the dean knowing and definitely not you, he could keep up his facade because after all he is the greatest right?
Pairings: Fratdad!gojoxstudent!reader
Warnings: angst, crack, fluff, can be alittle depressing but mostly funny, mentions of baby abandonment and some things you shouldn’t feed a child, alcohol, drugs and not yet smut but eventually, I guess
Chapter!1 here
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“Gojo, I’m busy I would like to help you out but I have assignments to do”, nanami was the first person he thought of to go to
“Sorry Satoru-that stupid dealer of mine cancelled a order last minute now I gotta drive all the way out of state to get my next stash before the heard of drug addicts breaks down this house”, he thinks that’s the most choso ever spoke to him but he understood his circumstances that was his only form of income anyway
“Me? Ya asking me you know I don’t do more than thirty minutes with that rascal even if I could I can’t gotta a date”, no wonder he was cleaned up and his hair wasn’t greasy, Toji slipped out of the living room shortly
“No”, yeah that’s it from Sukuna, fucking prick
“I thought you hired a babysitter”, Suguru pulled his jacket over his shoulders and threw his hair out, ready to go to the annual student board meeting hosting the student council, fraternities and sororities
Satoru groaned loudly and flopped onto the couch beside his son who chewed on a rice cake, “I tried I did but all of them sucked”
Geto pulled out his laptop and placed it onto the coffee table going straight into the work portal made by students of the University, “we about to see”
“A student? Wow might as well throw him into a orphanage because that’s where baby Gojo will go if another person finds out I’m harbouring a baby on campus”
“We’ll lie and say his your little brother til we find another old trusting lady to come over and take care of him, doesn’t that sound logical”, Satoru grumbled but nonetheless agreed to what his best friend offered, after a full night of Gojo juggling his baby and studying for a lab that was due by tomorrow he finally found someone who didn’t lie about their resume that and they were funded by the government which was only a handful of students at this money hungry institution so if things went really south he would just find a quick way to get them transferred to another state, or better yet another country
The next morning Satoru sat on the living room couch, so early the sun hasn’t even risen this was his first test for his new babysitter/nanny because he had a mountain of work to be completed, punctuality it means that this person is serious about the job and actually give a fuck to wake up at six am on a Monday, the day after a hammered weekend, so this person could actually be responsible.
His thoughts were cut short when perked up at the sound of the doorbell, up on his feet he stepped over the empty red solo cups all over the floor and moved away the decorations that hung over the stair railing to get to the door, and damn did he regret opening said door.
“Nah, not you”, before he could shut the door in your face you pressed your foot between it and the frame
“So your the one holding a baby-“, how much times were you able to make his heart jab out of his ribcage was such a mystery and pain in the ass to him
“-in this horrid house, won’t your mom be hella mad”, with the strength of a man you actually pushed yourself inside the house
“Look crazy I said I don’t want you here”, that gave him a thought you were the one on government scholarship so if you fucked up or even annoyed him enough he would finally get rid of you, this would work , “Actually yes, this is perfect for you”
“You gotta lay off the drugs man”, his the crazy one with that grin of his face he shrugged and guided you through the trash to the living room towards the car seat on the coffee table in it slept baby Gojo all snuggled in a blue bear onesie and a pinky in his mouth, his frosted hair and lashes kissing his skin making him look like a baby angel, as if Satoru wasn’t hard enough to not stare at his brother takes the cake
“You didn’t give him any alcohol or substances-“
“Another word and I’ll dock your pay”, he crossed his arms and looked at your reaction to his ‘brother’ you had more of a longing gaze at him than adoration, atleast your ‘love for kids’ on your resume wasn’t a lie as well as the million other jobs you had, did you sleep are you in crazy debt or what
“Okay jeez, what’s his name?”
He was to embarrassed to confess that he never had a name for his kid but he had to keep up this beef and not show any kind of weakness
“You refer to him as baby Gojo got it”, with a hum you nodded and leaned down to gently tucked the blanket higher over his babies chest, that gave Gojo a tight feeling into his own chest not that nice butterflies cute stuff, no it was possession how a woman he didn’t fully trust touch his child, atlas it was temporary and there are cameras in the frat house
“Welp I gotta go so, there’s two bottles already made in the fridge his bag is filled with diapers and extra clothes he likes to be talked to, not baby talk he ain’t that dumb, he understands conversations speak only nice of me or he’ll cry, trust me, then if he cries which he doesn’t do often you call me immediately and if he is fussy mrs Rachel works”, he packed up his bag and looked at you
With furrowed brows he called out your name and you snapped your gaze from the baby towards him
“Hmm?”
“Did you get all that information into that air head of yours?”, you scoffed and crossed your arms
“When you come back he’ll perfectly content”
“As he should that’s your job”, he laughed at looked at his kid he would kiss his cheeks but settled on a pat on the head
“This is my family, don’t mess it up or else-“, your arms dropped to your side as Satoru came up close to you, his chest inches away from your chin and you had to look up to face him the slight worry in your gut that he would actually hit you but it quickly turned into something much more warm when his face was inches from your own so close you could smell his mint toothpaste and the channel on his collar, but it was his eyes that held you in a trance as he continued to speak, “-I won’t just dock your pay I’ll make sure you never step foot on his campus again”
“You better get out of my face or I’ll spit on you”
“Don’t tease me like that”, he imitated a dogs bite when he chattered his teeth at you effectively making you flinch away as he backed up and walked to the door leaving without even giving his name but you guess you could call him Gojo for now
Three hours later the first soul of the house walked down the stairs, the same stairs was covered in vomit and chips was now spotless and even smelled like lavender? Nanami frowned and pushed a hand through his hair and ventured further down not a single piece of trash in sight and it was even cleaner than before the party , did Suguru hire a cleaner after they said it would damage the budget set by the frat? Well the ‘cleaner’ was young and busied herself in the kitchen making pancakes? What the hell
He cleared his throat making you turn around, he looked confused yet held a gentle gaze at you asking you for your name and what the heck are you doing here, politely of course
You smiled and flipped over the pancake, “I’m baby Gojos babysitter”, short and simple, Kento nodded and attempted to head back upstairs but you called out to him
“Why don’t you eat something before you leave there’s like a bajillion pancakes”, you offered him a stack on a plate and he gingerly took it
“Did Gojo say you should clean and do this?”
“For ten dollars psh even I know when I’m being underpaid but no, I did it because the kid has been sleeping for last three hours and I got bored”
“I apologise you really did not have to do this”, you cut him off with a nahh and a slap on the shoulder actually making him stumble abit, did you work out or something
“It’s just in my nature to be clean and I craved pancakes too”, but you didn’t have the cash for the ingredients so you took advantage then you felt bad for doing that and cleaned the place
Kento chuckled and thanked you for the meal and on cue baby Gojo started to fuss, he kicked the blanket off and wiggled his legs around you smiled to yourself and walked up to him, placing your hands on your knees you were eye level with the kid and waved
“Hey buddy, I’m your new babysitter your brother told me all about you and how pretty your eyes are, wow it’s more blue than the sky on a clear day- you can call me nanny”, he stared at you for a good few seconds and let out a happy gurgle of a laugh then squirmed around, carefully you unbuckled him from his car seat and placed him on the floor he held onto the couch for support but kept his gaze on you, like you he was intrigued by seeing someone different for once
“Gojo didn’t even tell me how old you are but judging from your height and your adorable way of looking at me like you understand everything I’m saying I’d say your 11 month along huh?”, he continued to giggle and slowly made his way towards you gently patting your knee with his fat palm and opened his mouth to say something
“Go-joeee”, he ended that word with a tilt of his head and you almost swore, yes he was that adorable
“Oh your brother, he said he’d be back by 12 pm so til then it’s me and you whatcha wanna do hmm?”
As if understanding that his dad wasn’t there he walked away from you and to the kitchen, you hurried behind him and saw him point at the fridge, his hungry
“Ohkay… I’ve taken care of many kids at this age but you…independent might be a understatement you’re a genius huh, that’s where all the Gojo genes went”, you laughed at your own joke and handed him his bottle filled with milk, the kid took it out of your hands and snatched off the top lifting his head so high he lost his balance but you were quicker to catch him before he tumbled head first on the ground, his lips found the tet and he sucked to his heart content. You released a sigh of relief and lifted him to your chest, “Nice reflexes”
Your heart jumped out of your chest and you turned your head towards the voice you definitely recognised his face, the president of this fraternity, Suguru Geto he had a polo shirt on with white slacks his hair tied into a pony tail and a water bottle in his hands, “Babysitter right?”
“Yes”, you introduced yourself to him and gave out your hand, he smiled it seemed warm but eerie at the same time
“Watch out”, oh shit the kid he wandered towards the stairs and before he could crawl up you swooped him up, “S-sorry it’s just his fast for someone so little”
“His not crying so I guess his taken a liken to you, were you the one responsible for the cleanup?”, you shifted your gaze as if you didn’t just clean up half of this massive house before muttering a small no
“Nanami told me, like he said that’s not your responsibility”, that was the chores for the lackies
“I didn’t mind at all really, I like cleaning”
“I saw your resume yes”, you nodded and placed the baby onto the sofa relaxing him against the cushions so he could drink comfortably, why would a baby be in a frat house this time of the year
“His Satoru’s baby brother, his parents had a little hiccup and he’ll be here for a while I should advise that you tell this to no one I’m sure Satoru let you know what would happen if you do”, a frown formed onto your face
“I don’t discuss what happens in others homes, unless it’s a hazard and the kid was in danger, wait didn’t you guys have a party with the k-“, he cleared his throat and checked his Rolex watch on his wrist
“Would you look at that, my excuse says it’s time to leave”, he left without another one and with a pancake in his pocket, punk
You sighed and turned to the kid again, “You the only one who understands me baby Gojo” and by some miracle he smiled and took the bottle from his mouth
“Nana”
By the time Satoru returned home his kid was in the living with you making TikTok’s?! To the veggie dance! His never seen him move this much and your laughing, it would’ve made him even more livid if he didn’t find his almost one year old so adorable while giggling and moving his butt
“What the heck is goin on here?”, he dumped his bag at the couch and his son ran towards him with his arm’s outstretched and a big smile he kept his face neutral but picked him up, you turned off the music and smiled at him despite the death glare he gave
“We’re dancing”
“I’m not blind”
“Then why did you ask that question”
“It was rhetorical!”, he huffed and rubbed the space between his brows his never been this stressed, parenthood is not for the weak
“You said I could do anything to keep him entertained I haven’t saved the videos”, he seemed to ignore you at this point and scratched in his bag for the cash and handed it to you
“Where’s the rest?”, you crumpled the money and stuffed it into your back pocket
“The rest?”
“Ya know I thought you were cracked addict but your just taking care of your sibling and I would do that to, I’m not rich as you can see by my job listing so I need that money for the formula”, he sighed again and gave you extra
“Thanks”, after collecting your things you went up close to him which made him shift to the back by one step, regardless of this you bent over slightly and bopped the kids nose Satoru accidentally looked down from your face and into the dip of your cleavage, your tank top was unprofessional if you were coming to a job it was distracting and inappropriate and why were your nipples the size of pebble, damn where’s your bra
“Satoru”, his eyes snapped to your own, now you knew his name shit
“Y-yeah you can like go I’ll take it from here-“
“I know we haven’t gotten on the right foot since I sumo choked you to almost death and then attempted to interrogate you that same day…which was like three days ago you should be over it, but I would like to apologise I’ve realised that I’m a adult and my chest is not Hpv”, he choked on his words and cleared his throat
“Apology accepted”, your jaw dropped to the ground and you fisted your palms on the side of your hips
“What? Are you fuc-fricken kidding me you’re not going to say sorry?!”, you raised your voice only slightly so the kid didn’t catch your aggression, Satoru surely did and soaked it up so hard
“Sorry, that you have the chest of a preteen trying hard to come to puberty and that you have nipple hair-ah!”, you laughed in his face and pulled his hair harder , baby Gojo thought it was a game and gripped it to
“Let it go! I swear to god I’ll kick you in the cookie!”
“Koookeyyy!”, the kid enjoyed this and so were you Satoru was practically immobilised right now you jerked his head to the side so his face was leveled to your own
“One more word, Gojo”, you spat his name with venom no longer are yall gonna be on first name basis, “I’ll come to your room and skin your scalp in your sleep”
He groaned when you let go and stormed out, Toji whistled at the end of the stairs and laughed
“Either that was crazy foreplay or you lost your touch with women”, Satoru rolled his eyes and untangled his babies fist from his hair, “think ya need to get a fuck in”
Later that night Satoru ventured into a club with the rest of his frat brothers, baby Gojo was in the safe care of Nanami who really had a shit ton of assignments Satoru made sure his kid would be knocked out the entire night by keeping him awake during the day time and for once he would like to unwind he felt like he aged ten more years in this single year alone, sitting at the bar with Suguru he explained you were the crazy woman who choked him in the store and saw him in the cafe
“I checked her resume, she has five jobs currently at the same time, he has five years of experience and she majors in finance this is her final year”, Suguru showed him your profile on his phone
“I thought she’d make a good candidate”
“If she’s havin this much jobs why is she with a scholarship, the government sucks but it’s giving enough”, Gojo drank his pink lemonade and shifted his gaze around the soft lit club it wasn’t a rave but it wasn’t to bland to be considered a jazz club
“Maybe she has past debt or a expensive lifestyle”, Geto chuckled and sipped on his whiskey, the bags under his eyes showed just how tired he was to run a fraternity and keep up his astrophysics degree was enough to be on your toes, Gojo felt bad that he placed the weight of most of his responsibilities on his friends at times like this
“Expensive lifestyle? I doubt she has friends”, he mused with a laugh and slurped his drink
“And how would you know Satoru”, he peered from his drink up at the bartender who was no longer a middle aged man with a beard instead it was you with your hair in a bun and a apron that snagged your waist, accentuating your figure even the soft lights, Suguru coughed up his own drink
“I had no idea you think about me this much to talk about me behind my back I thought I wasn’t worth your breath”, said by him over text, Geto excused himself to the toilet so quickly
“Don’t flatter yourself”, his slurping continued and your couldn’t help yourself but stare at his lips the way he slurped it so hard gave you wanton thoughts, you lean over the counter and grazed your lips on the shell on his ear. God you hated his guts but he was damn attractive
“I definitely didn’t spit in that drink”, when you leaned back up your smirk flattered watching him stick out his finger into his drink then back towards his mouth plopping it so deep it hallowed out his cheek and it made your knees weak, that sticky gummy feeling filled your stomach but you covered it with a grimace muttering a gross before you walked away, the flush on your cheeks said something different
Okay this wasn’t what you planned, you laughed awkwardly and rubbed your neck as Oikawa and Gojo stared each other down, both of them in the same pose with their hands on their hips
“You meant me don’t you baby?”, Gojo scoffed and crossed his arms, glaring at the man the same height as him
Totally opposite aesthetics
“I don’t think so, you called me didn’t you cutie?”, the athlete pulled your cheek making you let out a tiny whine in protest
the day your son was born, it was the best day of your life. both of your lives.
"i’m never playing babysitter again as long as i live." eighteen-year-old satoru had declared back when he was class president and couldn't control a single one of those beasts wreaking havoc in the classroom.
but a decade later, he was standing by the hospital window, letting the morning light catch his chalky hair. that day, when he turned to look at the tiny, crying bundle in the nurse’s arms, he seemed grounded for the first time in his life.
he was the most beautiful child ever born in the whole planet. he’d fight anyone who said otherwise. and not because he was yours, but because it was true; a miniature satoru with your nose and a wispy, dandelion-fluff hair.
it felt like only yesterday satoru was hovering over you while you were pregnant. his long limbs tangled around you on the couch, his hand never leaving the swell of your stomach. he worshipped the ground you walked on. and he spoiled you rotten. if you so much as squealed you wanted specifically that one brand of strawberry mochi from a shop three towns over, he would grab his keys, kiss your forehead and telling you to keep the bed warm before he’d come back with a dozen of different flavors, just in case your cravings changed their mind.
he would spend hours with his ear pressed to your stomach, talking to the little sprout, telling him all about the dragons they were going to fight together. a whole word for them to conquer together.
and then, he was here.
the first time satoru held him, his steady hands were shaking. those endless, bright blue eyes were swimming in tears he didn’t try to hide. mouth opened in a silent oh. “he’s so small, honey.” he’d breathe, terrified his own strength would break him.
it was a symbolic birth for him as well. one where that small, generational immortality would become an eternal legacy of your love.
he didn't joke for full ten minutes, but once the shock wore off, his wit returned. you’d be sitting on bed, exhausted and breastfeeding, and he’d lean over, poking the baby’s milk-drunk chubby face. "he’s a fast learner, isn’t he? who’s getting the premium stuff? save some for your old man, son." he’d say with a wink, earning him a tired swat. then, a tiny, star-shaped hand would wrap around your pinky finger, anchoring you to the earth.
satoru was determined to be a ‘hands-on’ dad, though the learning curve was steep. the first time he tried to change a diaper was a catastrophe. he was acting like it was defusing a bomb, wearing a literal face mask and kitchen tongs, only for the baby to laugh and pee right on his designer shirt. or the first bath, where satoru would be drenched by the end of it, more water on the floor than in the tub, because he couldn't help but make little waves and splashes just to hear that tiny, bubbling laugh.
yuji had spent weeks in the workshop, sawdust in his hair, his knuckles bruised and dusty, carving a cradle out of solid oak with "gojo" engraved in a messy, heartfelt script. nobara had spent hours picking out the exact right shades of silk for the mobile –planets and stars that twirled in the draft from the window.
satoru would stand there, his hand on your waist, watching them spin above your boy and say, voice breaking, "thank you. thank you for giving me the most precious gift i could ever ask for. i don't deserve this. i don't deserve either of you."
you both composed a lullaby for him. a melody that satoru would whistle even while he paced the floor. and he would wake up in the blue hours of the morning, sensing the boy was awake before he even made a sound. you’d wake up to the low, rumbling hum of satoru’s voice from the nursery. he’d be swaying, the baby tucked under his chin. "you're gonna be so strong. i'm so proud of you already." he’d whisper. "everything i am, everything i have… it’s all yours."
then came the years of discovery. his first crawls toward the husky, his first wobbly steps into satoru’s waiting arms.
birthdays were a production. satoru insisted on ‘thematic’ cakes –one year it was a giant, edible spiderman that looked suspiciously like your husband; another year it was a blue whale made of fondant that stained everyone's tongues blue.
your boy was a fearless little soul. he’d pick up beetles and chat to ladybugs with wide, sparkling eyes. he also loved playing in the mud, coming inside with streaks of brown on his nose and a grin that could melt the galaxy.
he was a bit of a lonely child –he preferred the company of his imagination– but you were always there. you’d spend hours on the floor with him, building elaborate stories in dollhouses or lining up toy cars on a highway that stretched across the entire living room. he’d sit at his tiny toy piano, banging out dissonant chords while satoru cheered like he was watching mozart.
and he loved fairytales, mostly peter pan. he’d sit in your lap every night he’d make you read it, tracing the pictures of neverland. "i'll go there one day, mama," he’d say, his voice in a tiny bell. "i'm gonna fly."
friday nights were sacred. healthy pizza (which satoru complained about but ate every bite of) and scary movies. your son inherited your love for the macabre. he wasn't scared of the dark; he was fascinated by it. he started making masks out of cardboard and felt. he had a jason voorhees mask, a freddy krueger one with pipe-cleaner claws, and then he started getting creative. he made a mask that looked like legend sukuna, with four eyes drawn in red crayon, and one that looked like a volcano head man satoru told him stories about. he’d jump out from behind the curtains, let out a tiny, high-pitched roar, and satoru would fake a heart attack every single time.
he’d draw you constantly. messily colored pictures of ‘mama’ with giant hearts and ‘lov you’ written in backwards crayon letters. he kept a small glass bottle of ‘magic beans’ (pebbles he found in the backyard) and swore they’d grow a ladder to the clouds.
at the park, satoru was a menace. he’d ‘bully’ his own kid on the seesaw, using his weight to keep him dangling in the air, feet kicking and laughing until he couldn't breathe. you’d attack them both after with kisses and tickles, a pile of limbs squirming on the woodchips.
at night, his room was a sanctuary. a nightlight projected crescent moons and stars onto the ceiling. his favorite stuffed animal was a white tiger, because "it looks like daddy" and he’d always insist on a fresh lily in a vase on his dresser because "it’s beauty and smells like mama".
recently, you’d bought him a trampoline. watching him learn was a lesson in resilience. he’d fall, his little face scrunching up for a second, but then he’d see satoru grinning at him –thumbs up–, and he’d scramble back up, shouting "i’m okay! i did it!".
he wanted a collection of dinosaurs to rule his own kingdom, and he’d spent all week practicing his ‘t-rex roar’ with satoru, which was really just a very loud sneeze. his antics really made you wish he could stay like that forever: innocent and small.
it was a sunday. a normal, quiet sunday. his baby teeth were only just starting to fall out.
satoru was in the study, and you were folding laundry in the bedroom. the house was quiet. too quiet.
without you noticing, he’d slipped into the bathroom. he wanted to be a ‘big boy’ and take a bath by himself. he tried to reach for the colorful shampoo on the high shelf by stepping up on the toilet seat to get that extra inch. he must have slipped. his head had hit the edge of the porcelain tub on the way down.
the sound was a dull, sickening thud. a sound that never leaves you.
you bolted straight for the bathroom. you got there and saw the blood on the floor (more blood than a body that small should ever hold), bright and terrifying against the white tile. a horrific contrast to the bright yellow rubber ducky sitting on the edge of the sink.
"satoru!" you screamed, shredding your throat. a roar that was anything but human.
satoru was there in a millisecond. his face going a shade of pale you didn't know was possible for a living being. he fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking so violently he dropped it twice. he tried to call an ambulance, his voice cracking. "please... my son... he had an accident... please..."
you weren’t listening. you were losing it. you were screaming. you were freaking out. the dog was barking and howling from the doorway, not daring to come any closer.
he grabbed you, pulling you back as you collapsed toward the boy, but you broke free. you gathered your son into your arms, his head heavy against your chest. his hair was matted with red. you rocked him, exactly like you did the day he was born.
but now, his eyes remained shut.
"it’s okay, baby, mama’s here. open your eyes. look at me. you're going to be okay. you’re going to be just fine." you whispered, your mind fracturing into a thousand pieces. he had to be okay, because if he wasn't, then nothing was.
you remembered the warmth the first time you held him. now, he was cooling.
satoru remained standing, still as stone. though his body was there, his soul had departed long minutes ago.
the ambulance arrived too late. there was no point in even transporting him to the hospital.
they pronounced him dead at 12:42 pm.
a piece of you died right then and there too.
that was the worst day of your life. far worse than any heartbreak, any loss, any grief you had ever imagined. it was a jagged, hollow ache that time wouldn't dare try to mend.
coming home was the hardest part. for the first time, your son entered through the door in silence, compressed into a small, beautiful box of ashes.
his clothes were still folded in the hamper, smelling of detergent, and dirt, and him. clothes that would never be worn by a body again. his shoes were still by the door –tiny, scuffed sneakers that would never walk in feet again. no more of those shoes scattered on the floor. no more steps across the house.
his room felt haunted. neither of you dared to come in and look at the dragonfly quilt, the blue curtains with rocket ship prints, or the stuffed animals with their wide, towering smiles. least of all the storybooks left atop his pillow.
the bathroom remained unwashed.
satoru was devastated. the man who was always so loud, so present, became a shadow. there was no one to blame, but you both felt the crushing weight of guilt. if i had just looked, if i had just been there, but why did he do it? it was a graveyard of what-ifs and unanswered questions.
he didn't eat. he didn't sleep. he’d sat in his old nursery, in the dark, staring at the empty cradle and weeping silently. that had been the only sound ever since: the sobbing and the screams from nightmares that jolted you from bed –because they didn't wake you, not when you hadn't closed your eyes in the first place.
"everything will be alright." he would cradle you in his arms, his thumbs grazing your cheeks. with his face pressed against your hair, he gave you bitter, loving kisses. it was a promise made more for his own sake than yours. he had to be the strongest of the two, for both of you.
his altar were made of lilies and his masks piled up in a corner next to the urn, a silent audience to your despondency. sweet and mournful. satoru would sit in front of it for hours, his forehead resting against the wood of the table, crying until he had no sound left. you wouldn’t even get out of bed.
the world went on outside –people laughed, cars drove by, sunbleached flies in the windowsill.
it took you months to find the courage to clean his room. when satoru’s eyes fell upon the bottle of pebbles in the nightstand, he didn’t say a word and simply left. looking at that jar –and his peter pan hat still hooked on the bedpost–, you recalled something your little one had said once.
he was always so determined. and he always got what he wanted. he had found his way to the place where he’d never have to grow up. he finally made it to neverland, leaving his shadow and you both behind. hearts that would never, ever be whole again. but he had taken with him the deepest, purest love you’d ever known.
Synopsis: Satoru had it all, president of the greatest frat in the state, grades higher than the sky and a social life so amazing it almost felt unreal, but this perfect reality came crashing down the moment a basket was left on his frat house porch a baby left in its wake and apparently it was his, with no mother no name he took it upon himself to raise this kid without the dean knowing and definitely not you, he could keep up his facade because after all he is the greatest right?
Pairings: Fratdad!gojoxstudent!reader
Warnings: angst, crack, fluff, can be alittle depressing but mostly funny, mentions of baby abandonment and some things you shouldn’t feed a child, alcohol, drugs and not yet smut but eventually, I guess
Chapter!1 here
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“Gojo, I’m busy I would like to help you out but I have assignments to do”, nanami was the first person he thought of to go to
“Sorry Satoru-that stupid dealer of mine cancelled a order last minute now I gotta drive all the way out of state to get my next stash before the heard of drug addicts breaks down this house”, he thinks that’s the most choso ever spoke to him but he understood his circumstances that was his only form of income anyway
“Me? Ya asking me you know I don’t do more than thirty minutes with that rascal even if I could I can’t gotta a date”, no wonder he was cleaned up and his hair wasn’t greasy, Toji slipped out of the living room shortly
“No”, yeah that’s it from Sukuna, fucking prick
“I thought you hired a babysitter”, Suguru pulled his jacket over his shoulders and threw his hair out, ready to go to the annual student board meeting hosting the student council, fraternities and sororities
Satoru groaned loudly and flopped onto the couch beside his son who chewed on a rice cake, “I tried I did but all of them sucked”
Geto pulled out his laptop and placed it onto the coffee table going straight into the work portal made by students of the University, “we about to see”
“A student? Wow might as well throw him into a orphanage because that’s where baby Gojo will go if another person finds out I’m harbouring a baby on campus”
“We’ll lie and say his your little brother til we find another old trusting lady to come over and take care of him, doesn’t that sound logical”, Satoru grumbled but nonetheless agreed to what his best friend offered, after a full night of Gojo juggling his baby and studying for a lab that was due by tomorrow he finally found someone who didn’t lie about their resume that and they were funded by the government which was only a handful of students at this money hungry institution so if things went really south he would just find a quick way to get them transferred to another state, or better yet another country
The next morning Satoru sat on the living room couch, so early the sun hasn’t even risen this was his first test for his new babysitter/nanny because he had a mountain of work to be completed, punctuality it means that this person is serious about the job and actually give a fuck to wake up at six am on a Monday, the day after a hammered weekend, so this person could actually be responsible.
His thoughts were cut short when perked up at the sound of the doorbell, up on his feet he stepped over the empty red solo cups all over the floor and moved away the decorations that hung over the stair railing to get to the door, and damn did he regret opening said door.
“Nah, not you”, before he could shut the door in your face you pressed your foot between it and the frame
“So your the one holding a baby-“, how much times were you able to make his heart jab out of his ribcage was such a mystery and pain in the ass to him
“-in this horrid house, won’t your mom be hella mad”, with the strength of a man you actually pushed yourself inside the house
“Look crazy I said I don’t want you here”, that gave him a thought you were the one on government scholarship so if you fucked up or even annoyed him enough he would finally get rid of you, this would work , “Actually yes, this is perfect for you”
“You gotta lay off the drugs man”, his the crazy one with that grin of his face he shrugged and guided you through the trash to the living room towards the car seat on the coffee table in it slept baby Gojo all snuggled in a blue bear onesie and a pinky in his mouth, his frosted hair and lashes kissing his skin making him look like a baby angel, as if Satoru wasn’t hard enough to not stare at his brother takes the cake
“You didn’t give him any alcohol or substances-“
“Another word and I’ll dock your pay”, he crossed his arms and looked at your reaction to his ‘brother’ you had more of a longing gaze at him than adoration, atleast your ‘love for kids’ on your resume wasn’t a lie as well as the million other jobs you had, did you sleep are you in crazy debt or what
“Okay jeez, what’s his name?”
He was to embarrassed to confess that he never had a name for his kid but he had to keep up this beef and not show any kind of weakness
“You refer to him as baby Gojo got it”, with a hum you nodded and leaned down to gently tucked the blanket higher over his babies chest, that gave Gojo a tight feeling into his own chest not that nice butterflies cute stuff, no it was possession how a woman he didn’t fully trust touch his child, atlas it was temporary and there are cameras in the frat house
“Welp I gotta go so, there’s two bottles already made in the fridge his bag is filled with diapers and extra clothes he likes to be talked to, not baby talk he ain’t that dumb, he understands conversations speak only nice of me or he’ll cry, trust me, then if he cries which he doesn’t do often you call me immediately and if he is fussy mrs Rachel works”, he packed up his bag and looked at you
With furrowed brows he called out your name and you snapped your gaze from the baby towards him
“Hmm?”
“Did you get all that information into that air head of yours?”, you scoffed and crossed your arms
“When you come back he’ll perfectly content”
“As he should that’s your job”, he laughed at looked at his kid he would kiss his cheeks but settled on a pat on the head
“This is my family, don’t mess it up or else-“, your arms dropped to your side as Satoru came up close to you, his chest inches away from your chin and you had to look up to face him the slight worry in your gut that he would actually hit you but it quickly turned into something much more warm when his face was inches from your own so close you could smell his mint toothpaste and the channel on his collar, but it was his eyes that held you in a trance as he continued to speak, “-I won’t just dock your pay I’ll make sure you never step foot on his campus again”
“You better get out of my face or I’ll spit on you”
“Don’t tease me like that”, he imitated a dogs bite when he chattered his teeth at you effectively making you flinch away as he backed up and walked to the door leaving without even giving his name but you guess you could call him Gojo for now
Three hours later the first soul of the house walked down the stairs, the same stairs was covered in vomit and chips was now spotless and even smelled like lavender? Nanami frowned and pushed a hand through his hair and ventured further down not a single piece of trash in sight and it was even cleaner than before the party , did Suguru hire a cleaner after they said it would damage the budget set by the frat? Well the ‘cleaner’ was young and busied herself in the kitchen making pancakes? What the hell
He cleared his throat making you turn around, he looked confused yet held a gentle gaze at you asking you for your name and what the heck are you doing here, politely of course
You smiled and flipped over the pancake, “I’m baby Gojos babysitter”, short and simple, Kento nodded and attempted to head back upstairs but you called out to him
“Why don’t you eat something before you leave there’s like a bajillion pancakes”, you offered him a stack on a plate and he gingerly took it
“Did Gojo say you should clean and do this?”
“For ten dollars psh even I know when I’m being underpaid but no, I did it because the kid has been sleeping for last three hours and I got bored”
“I apologise you really did not have to do this”, you cut him off with a nahh and a slap on the shoulder actually making him stumble abit, did you work out or something
“It’s just in my nature to be clean and I craved pancakes too”, but you didn’t have the cash for the ingredients so you took advantage then you felt bad for doing that and cleaned the place
Kento chuckled and thanked you for the meal and on cue baby Gojo started to fuss, he kicked the blanket off and wiggled his legs around you smiled to yourself and walked up to him, placing your hands on your knees you were eye level with the kid and waved
“Hey buddy, I’m your new babysitter your brother told me all about you and how pretty your eyes are, wow it’s more blue than the sky on a clear day- you can call me nanny”, he stared at you for a good few seconds and let out a happy gurgle of a laugh then squirmed around, carefully you unbuckled him from his car seat and placed him on the floor he held onto the couch for support but kept his gaze on you, like you he was intrigued by seeing someone different for once
“Gojo didn’t even tell me how old you are but judging from your height and your adorable way of looking at me like you understand everything I’m saying I’d say your 11 month along huh?”, he continued to giggle and slowly made his way towards you gently patting your knee with his fat palm and opened his mouth to say something
“Go-joeee”, he ended that word with a tilt of his head and you almost swore, yes he was that adorable
“Oh your brother, he said he’d be back by 12 pm so til then it’s me and you whatcha wanna do hmm?”
As if understanding that his dad wasn’t there he walked away from you and to the kitchen, you hurried behind him and saw him point at the fridge, his hungry
“Ohkay… I’ve taken care of many kids at this age but you…independent might be a understatement you’re a genius huh, that’s where all the Gojo genes went”, you laughed at your own joke and handed him his bottle filled with milk, the kid took it out of your hands and snatched off the top lifting his head so high he lost his balance but you were quicker to catch him before he tumbled head first on the ground, his lips found the tet and he sucked to his heart content. You released a sigh of relief and lifted him to your chest, “Nice reflexes”
Your heart jumped out of your chest and you turned your head towards the voice you definitely recognised his face, the president of this fraternity, Suguru Geto he had a polo shirt on with white slacks his hair tied into a pony tail and a water bottle in his hands, “Babysitter right?”
“Yes”, you introduced yourself to him and gave out your hand, he smiled it seemed warm but eerie at the same time
“Watch out”, oh shit the kid he wandered towards the stairs and before he could crawl up you swooped him up, “S-sorry it’s just his fast for someone so little”
“His not crying so I guess his taken a liken to you, were you the one responsible for the cleanup?”, you shifted your gaze as if you didn’t just clean up half of this massive house before muttering a small no
“Nanami told me, like he said that’s not your responsibility”, that was the chores for the lackies
“I didn’t mind at all really, I like cleaning”
“I saw your resume yes”, you nodded and placed the baby onto the sofa relaxing him against the cushions so he could drink comfortably, why would a baby be in a frat house this time of the year
“His Satoru’s baby brother, his parents had a little hiccup and he’ll be here for a while I should advise that you tell this to no one I’m sure Satoru let you know what would happen if you do”, a frown formed onto your face
“I don’t discuss what happens in others homes, unless it’s a hazard and the kid was in danger, wait didn’t you guys have a party with the k-“, he cleared his throat and checked his Rolex watch on his wrist
“Would you look at that, my excuse says it’s time to leave”, he left without another one and with a pancake in his pocket, punk
You sighed and turned to the kid again, “You the only one who understands me baby Gojo” and by some miracle he smiled and took the bottle from his mouth
“Nana”
By the time Satoru returned home his kid was in the living with you making TikTok’s?! To the veggie dance! His never seen him move this much and your laughing, it would’ve made him even more livid if he didn’t find his almost one year old so adorable while giggling and moving his butt
“What the heck is goin on here?”, he dumped his bag at the couch and his son ran towards him with his arm’s outstretched and a big smile he kept his face neutral but picked him up, you turned off the music and smiled at him despite the death glare he gave
“We’re dancing”
“I’m not blind”
“Then why did you ask that question”
“It was rhetorical!”, he huffed and rubbed the space between his brows his never been this stressed, parenthood is not for the weak
“You said I could do anything to keep him entertained I haven’t saved the videos”, he seemed to ignore you at this point and scratched in his bag for the cash and handed it to you
“Where’s the rest?”, you crumpled the money and stuffed it into your back pocket
“The rest?”
“Ya know I thought you were cracked addict but your just taking care of your sibling and I would do that to, I’m not rich as you can see by my job listing so I need that money for the formula”, he sighed again and gave you extra
“Thanks”, after collecting your things you went up close to him which made him shift to the back by one step, regardless of this you bent over slightly and bopped the kids nose Satoru accidentally looked down from your face and into the dip of your cleavage, your tank top was unprofessional if you were coming to a job it was distracting and inappropriate and why were your nipples the size of pebble, damn where’s your bra
“Satoru”, his eyes snapped to your own, now you knew his name shit
“Y-yeah you can like go I’ll take it from here-“
“I know we haven’t gotten on the right foot since I sumo choked you to almost death and then attempted to interrogate you that same day…which was like three days ago you should be over it, but I would like to apologise I’ve realised that I’m a adult and my chest is not Hpv”, he choked on his words and cleared his throat
“Apology accepted”, your jaw dropped to the ground and you fisted your palms on the side of your hips
“What? Are you fuc-fricken kidding me you’re not going to say sorry?!”, you raised your voice only slightly so the kid didn’t catch your aggression, Satoru surely did and soaked it up so hard
“Sorry, that you have the chest of a preteen trying hard to come to puberty and that you have nipple hair-ah!”, you laughed in his face and pulled his hair harder , baby Gojo thought it was a game and gripped it to
“Let it go! I swear to god I’ll kick you in the cookie!”
“Koookeyyy!”, the kid enjoyed this and so were you Satoru was practically immobilised right now you jerked his head to the side so his face was leveled to your own
“One more word, Gojo”, you spat his name with venom no longer are yall gonna be on first name basis, “I’ll come to your room and skin your scalp in your sleep”
He groaned when you let go and stormed out, Toji whistled at the end of the stairs and laughed
“Either that was crazy foreplay or you lost your touch with women”, Satoru rolled his eyes and untangled his babies fist from his hair, “think ya need to get a fuck in”
Later that night Satoru ventured into a club with the rest of his frat brothers, baby Gojo was in the safe care of Nanami who really had a shit ton of assignments Satoru made sure his kid would be knocked out the entire night by keeping him awake during the day time and for once he would like to unwind he felt like he aged ten more years in this single year alone, sitting at the bar with Suguru he explained you were the crazy woman who choked him in the store and saw him in the cafe
“I checked her resume, she has five jobs currently at the same time, he has five years of experience and she majors in finance this is her final year”, Suguru showed him your profile on his phone
“I thought she’d make a good candidate”
“If she’s havin this much jobs why is she with a scholarship, the government sucks but it’s giving enough”, Gojo drank his pink lemonade and shifted his gaze around the soft lit club it wasn’t a rave but it wasn’t to bland to be considered a jazz club
“Maybe she has past debt or a expensive lifestyle”, Geto chuckled and sipped on his whiskey, the bags under his eyes showed just how tired he was to run a fraternity and keep up his astrophysics degree was enough to be on your toes, Gojo felt bad that he placed the weight of most of his responsibilities on his friends at times like this
“Expensive lifestyle? I doubt she has friends”, he mused with a laugh and slurped his drink
“And how would you know Satoru”, he peered from his drink up at the bartender who was no longer a middle aged man with a beard instead it was you with your hair in a bun and a apron that snagged your waist, accentuating your figure even the soft lights, Suguru coughed up his own drink
“I had no idea you think about me this much to talk about me behind my back I thought I wasn’t worth your breath”, said by him over text, Geto excused himself to the toilet so quickly
“Don’t flatter yourself”, his slurping continued and your couldn’t help yourself but stare at his lips the way he slurped it so hard gave you wanton thoughts, you lean over the counter and grazed your lips on the shell on his ear. God you hated his guts but he was damn attractive
“I definitely didn’t spit in that drink”, when you leaned back up your smirk flattered watching him stick out his finger into his drink then back towards his mouth plopping it so deep it hallowed out his cheek and it made your knees weak, that sticky gummy feeling filled your stomach but you covered it with a grimace muttering a gross before you walked away, the flush on your cheeks said something different
Satoru clutched the pillow tighter to his chest and move an inch closer to your body on the couch although not touching you as part of your dare, really it was just funny to torture him
You claimed that he wouldn’t make it through a horror movie without hiding or clinging to you and he opposed claiming he could do anything his fricken Gojo Satoru
Thirty minutes in and his already sweating bullets, you on the other hand, enjoyed the feeling of a cool breeze on your bare legs and not his sweaty cheeks and hands all up your space any other day would be great but after he ate your leftover cake you needed a punishment
Closer and closer the kids inched towards the music box cracking it slowly and of course it was in time for a jump scare and you’re usually eating those up, not this time when he just-
“AHHHHH! Darling! Put it on, now!”, you never thought that his voice could get that deep he scared the shit out of you, physically you jolted out of your seat and he clutched onto your legs screaming his head off
“Okay! Okay chill”, the tv switched to SpongeBob and he relaxed instantly humming to the theme song
“Who lives in a pineapple under the sea~”, you rolled your eyes and kept your laughter to yourself
Synopsis: Satoru had it all, president of the greatest frat in the state, grades higher than the sky and a social life so amazing it almost felt unreal, but this perfect reality came crashing down the moment a basket was left on his frat house porch a baby left in its wake and apparently it was his, with no mother no name he took it upon himself to raise this kid without the dean knowing and definitely not you, he could keep up his facade because after all he is the greatest right?
Pairings: Fratdad!gojoxstudent!reader
Warnings: angst, crack, fluff, can be alittle depressing but mostly funny, mentions of baby abandonment and some things you shouldn’t feed a child, alcohol, drugs and not yet smut but eventually, I guess
Fratdad!Gojo taking care of his 11 month old baby boy after his baby momma up and left
Index: chapter one based off this Drabble and this idea and this Drabble , chapter!2
Warnings: crack! and minor depression from Satoru, but mostly funny I think enjoy it!
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“I guess since his almost one might as well take the new formula”, Satoru muttered to himself, his fingers grazing the large tin of new formulae made for kids above the age 12 months, almost a year since he gave up the life of partying, drinking and loose women he did that 80% willingly the 20% sometimes would lie awake with a baby on his head eating his hair while the entire house shook with music blazing from speakers, at first he felt like he was missing out on the highlight of university life would often look at his son with dead stare though that thought quickly melted away when baby Gojo smiled at him and grabbed his cheek babbling nonsense, his son looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky how could Satoru ever be mad at that cute face. What was slight remorse turned into adoration and cuteness aggression now when they party he would only feel a small sense of fomo, although when his baby was fast asleep he would board his bed with multiple pillows slipped the key of the locked door into his pocket and make rounds around the party sipping a wine cooler and occasionally talking to women nothing ever went further than making out in the fear of knocking up another kid which he was totally not ready for. At first the campus buzzed that Gojo was sick hence the reason for his absence but the frat made another rumour Gojo was cut off from his parents allowance and went to focus on his studies, that studies was certainly not taking baths with his dad and would watch digimon. He didn’t think babies was cool like that well that is his baby, he did think of putting the kid in daycare but the thought of someone he didn’t know or trust take care of something he came to love more than anything made him feral. He would gladly flaunt around the dilf title if he wouldn’t be kicked out the frat for keeping a infant, not to mention it wasn’t the best conditions for a kid to live in a place filled with loud sounds and constant alcohol (Satoru made sure that never touched his kid) on the low days when there was no parties the kid would crawl around the place with the watchful eye of five other men, they even vetted a rule that you need permission to enter the main house to other frat members. Baby Gojo was more than happy to be surrounded by man children and nanami, sure giving a baby hot Cheetos and turning your back on a kid who was faster than a adult cat is not the best idea but hey you live, learn and love the only part of Gojo that’s lovable.
Satoru snapped from his daze and reached for his phone in his sweat’s pocket only to realise he left it at the frat house along with his damn wallet, shit maybe he should come back later with Choso when he makes his deliveries, but baby Gojo haven’t had formula since yesterday and it was his only source of comfort that would make him sleep hence the angsty mood he was in last night.
With his half awake brain Satoru slipped the tin into his black hoodie and fixed it so it doesn’t look suspicious, he could just make a run for it, before he could pull up his hood a hand gripped it and pulled him to the back almost choking the life out of him he spun around and gripped the wrist of whoever the fuck thought that was a good idea.
“I saw you take that milk punk”, you snarled at him and shoved his hand off your wrist opening your own hand for him to give it back
“Hand it over before I call the cops”, would he just punch you in the nose and never come back to this store, Satoru licked the inside of his mouth and stared down at you
“Look I really…need this I’ll bring the money back tonight”, he doesn’t look like a criminal maybe his crack head
“If your looking for a idiot to believe that it ain’t me mother fucker give it before I call the cops”, your stare harden and no way are you getting fired from this part time job that so aligns so well with your already packed schedule
“I don’t have the time for this” he scoffed and walked to the doors, the audacity and what are you going to do he’d be gone before you call the cops like they would arrest someone for formula, but you did have the audacity to jump him
“What the fuck! Are you crazy?!”, you wrang your weaker bicep against his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist
“Give the fucking milk back you crack head!”, he gripped your forearms and tried to pull them from his neck sure he could sumo slam you on the floor or crash you into the shelf but that to cruel, he opted to try and pull you off why the heck was your grip so damn strong, he doesn’t have time for this. He walked out with you on his back
“h-hey stop!”, he was almost on the sidewalk when you jumped off and gripped his arm, even with fatherhood he still bulked like crazy and you could feel the muscle tense under your fingers
“Okay look I’ll pay for it and then you just give the money back”
“That’s what I suggested-“
“You suggested a iou to the store not to me it’s two different things crackie”, with that bright eyes he definitely looked like one
The buzzing of the fridge chimed in the background as you rang up the milk and placed it in the bag for him before he could leave you held out your hand
“Your leaving and not even going to say thanks”
“Thanks for giving me chronic back pain and neck sprain you crazy bi-“
“Okay chill I know you’re going through withdrawals right now but you have to leave your name”, he sighed and rolled his eyes before he could speak his name you snapped a photo of him on your phone the flash give him whiplash
“you’re real crazy”, he stomped out of the store
“I didn’t even get your name crackie!!”, you shouted out as he hurried his footsteps home
Back at the frat Geto poured beer into red solo cups it looked illegal with the kid on his hip playing with his hair, Satoru walked into the kitchen and dropped the milk onto said counter
“Daddy brought milk back”
“If your implying that I’m the mother in this situation you’d be the luckiest dad”, Suguru gave Satoru his baby back who gladly melted into his fathers chest and tried his best to wrap his tiny fat arms around him, on the outside his dad pretended to be calm on the inside he resisted to bite off his kids head
“Party tonight?”, using his free hand that wasn’t occupied under his sons legs to keep him up right he prepared him a bottle
“Yeah Sukuna’s rat band is playing out in the yard in celebration of first day back”
“Gonna get ear plugs-for me and baby Gojo”, speaking of rat bands Sukuna walked in with five cases of beer and dropped it onto the floor
“A year ago you were filling this sink with five types of vodka now it’s filled with baby formula that smells like feet, how soft have you grown”
“First off your face smells like feet and second you wish you could grow this much”, he pronounced each word while waving around the measuring spoon in Sukunas face
“Don’t pretend you didn’t use that formulae in your protein shake Ryomen”, just like that Geto ratted him out
“No wonder it ran out in like one week and you called my kid a fat ass!”
“Cuz he is a fat ass and it’s about protein, all that growth is going to his big ass head”, Sukuna tapped his index and middle finger on baby Gojos head making him giggle
“All I hear is jealousy, also I’m banned from the store down fifth”, Satoru shook the bottle and allowed his baby on the floor to walk around
“What’d you do”, Suguru raised a brow and tied up his hair
“I didn’t have my phone on me…nor my wallet so I borrowed this formula”, with a look from both of his fellow frat brothers he sighed heavily and explained what happened
“It’s not that big of a deal to just give her the money back Atleast she thinks your a crackhead and not a baby daddy”
“It doesn’t matter I don’t want to look at psycho ever again I think she gave me wring marks all over my neck and not even in the kinky way”, subconsciously he rubbed his neck and glanced at his son who was trying to take a bottle of beer out of its case
“Ahh look at him proud already”, Sukuna smirked and picked up the kid holding him eye level. “You’re gotta teach your daddy to let loose too”
“I’m not going to be at this party tonight”, Gojo took his kid from Sukuna and handed the baby his lukewarm bottle, Baby Gojo tasted the new milk pulled a face then continued to down the bottle
“I thought oba-chan was able to take care of him tonight”
“She moved across the state to stay with her daughter who gave birth last week, speak about selfishness”
“well then where are you going for the entire night”, Geto frowned
“Late night cafe this party better be over by two am”, Satoru glared at Sukuna who raised his hands and rolled his eyes muttering a yes mom
“Please don’t feed the kid dessert in the middle of the night Satoru”, said dad looked offended
“I wouldn’t never do that…again”
Ten pm sharp Satoru left with his car and his kid in the car seat beside him fast asleep, while in the cafe he sat with his laptop earphones plugged in and digimon playing in the background while he searched for a new babysitter
“All of these people suck”, he sat in the far booth and his baby slept soundly beside him still fasten and drooling out his milk
“Baby Gojo you gotta see these profiles this one says she’s been taking care of kids for fifteen years and she’s twenty, how could I trust a lair with the love of my life”
“Love of your life?”, your voice startled him so bad he soul shook out of his body, oh it’s you
“The heck are you doing here stalking me?”
“You wish crackie”, he eyes unconsciously took a look down your attire you wore the cafes apron and damn did it snatch your waist, if his circumstances were different and you haven’t attempted to kill him he might have gave you a good time
“You work here to?”, he couldn’t control the venom that leaked from his tone, you oblivious to it smiled and held out the pot
“Coffee?”
“I hate coffee”
“Hmm what’s that hiding in the blanket”, you attempted to snatch the blanket off a suspiciously large item before he gripped your wrist and pulled it away
“Don’t touch my stuff lady”
“If your gonna bring your drugs here I have to ask you to leave”, despite his earlier rejection you poured the coffee into his cup with your free hand on your hip
“It’s not drugs it’s my laptop bag and where the heck did you get the idea I sell drugs”, he scoffed and removed his ear plugs
“Coz you took baby formula without paying your either a drug dealer or a broke baby daddy”, he was not a broke baby daddy he was a baby daddy, baby daddy spat out the coffee all over the counter when yous said that
You groaned and went to get a wet rag, Satoru wiped his mouth with his sleeve and took a peek under the blanket his kid still fast asleep with his stuffie held tight to his chest, he hates kids but his kid is the only exception and the only cute one
When you returned to the table, the laptop was gone and so was Satoru, ain’t no way is he getting away this time you dropped the rag and ran out to catch him he was busy in the passengers seat but all you saw was him bent over, and even tho his ass was more of a distraction you sped up your pace as if a sixth sense or his sixth eye he turned his head to you and jumped into the drivers seat reversing so fast he almost ran you over if you didn’t move out of the way and liked that the Tokyo drifted down the road, with a huff and out of breath you placed your hands onto your hips and watched him drive away this man was so suspicious, you’re gonna bust him for sure.
Satoru in a panic drove to the frat and even in a mile radius he could hear the blasting noise and the flashing lights with a unsettling feeling in his stomach he remembered what he bought earlier, reaching down into the backseat he pulled out sound proof headphones put it gently onto his sleeping baby and took out a tote bag, this might be dangerous but he would be quick, his son didn’t even nudge or whine as he placed him into the bag and carried it with two arms pacing himself into the kitchen entrance where he was met with a swarm of bodies, humid air and alcohol. Maybe he should’ve closed the babies nose, the sudden cheer made him flinch and he gave a awkward smile
“You bring more snacks Gojo”, before a nosy frat member could look inside the bag Toji gripped his wrist and pulled him back, “you’re next for beer pong lackie”
With relief Gojo rushed quickly but safely up the stairs and unlocked his door to his room shutting it with his foot he took his baby out of the tote and onto his beg surrounding him with pillows and a kiss on the cheek. The door jerked open and a guy with two girls slithered in on wobbly feet and giggles, they caught sight of Satoru and tried to approach him before he growled out a stern
“get the fuck outta here you insolent little shits”, as quick as they retreated without throwing him a shady look and muttering what the fuck is wrong with him. He sighed and went to freshen up maybe he might go down and make a appearance just for show but right now he felt even more exhausted than yesterday, three hours of sleep is hell and he’d rather be beside his son than any other drunk stinking idiot right now, is he getting old?
Satoru let out a loud exhale/groan and shifted his gaze to the door watching it slide open once more, revealing Suguru his hair was slightly messed up and his cheeks flushed tipsy maybe
Geto looked at the bed and frowned, “I thought you’d be out the entire night, is he sick?”
Gojo shook his head and opened his closet door rummaging through for something to wear, he opt for black skinny jeans and a blue tank top , “you won’t believe who I found at the cafe, is my luck running out did I give it all to Sukuna when I spat into his beer”.
“Just because you couldn’t get drunk that night doesn’t mean you should do that-and you ran into someone with the baby?! Are you an idiot”, before his best friend could spiral further Satoru told him to chill daddy
“I let her think I’m a crack addict or something way better than finding out that’s a whole ass kid in the backseat I don’t think she noticed”
“You mean she didn’t notice a baby seat and a baby blanket thrown over it, is she blind or stupid?”, Suguru walked over to the bed and checked if the kid had any cake on his face, luckily it was just milk Atleast Satoru listened to one thing
“She’s a idiot and a very dumb one, dumb stupid pretty idiot”, he mumbled that without thought but his friend had some thoughts on that
“Maybe she’s…following you”
Satoru stopped midway pulling up his pants and frowned, “Like stand my window at night stalking, you think she’s one of those hookups I had and now she’s trying to get revenge because I didn’t acknowledge her”
“That sounds personal maybe she got suspicious that you stole baby milk and if someone finds out one of the highest scoring GPA’s fraternity in the country especially the ex president of said frat is hiding a baby in the house”, it was quiet except for the occasional cooings and snores from the baby
Satoru broke from his daze and buckled up his pants, “Shit-should we kill her?”
Chapter one is done, have a vague idea of this would go buttt likes and comments are much appreciated, love y’all so much omg, all credits belong to @l-lailiy do no copy, plagiarise without consent, thank you
Fratdad!Gojo taking care of his 11 month old baby boy after his baby momma up and left. Chapter one
Warnings: none just cute fluffy exhausted Satoru single dad
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“Baby, your so messy jeez”, Satoru murmured under his breath and cleared up the milk from his sons cheeks, it dripped from his fat cheeks to his chin and down his neck and into the duvet he’ll have to wash this thing for the third time this week
Currently two am and the background consisted of hi, hello can you say mama, this was a everyday thing Satoru could repeat the words in his sleep. His door was slammed open you’d think this would startle the little bugger but he was used to the chaotic nature of his ‘uncles’
“I could handle listening to this for the first time, I tolerated it the second time but this is the last time before I smash this TV”, said uncle ‘Kuna’ as Gojo dubbed him
“You think I wanna listen to this sh-stuff, he doesn’t wanna sleep I’ve tried Sissing him codling him his eyes seem even wider than before”, poor daddy was exhausted classes on one side vice president on the other he had to give up being president of Kaisen Frat after his son came into his life
“Give it-“
“Him, he has a gender”, reluctantly he gave Sukuna his son who was more than gladly to leave his room and just escape
Sukuna tsked and carried the kid in his forearm, Gojo learnt its best to not correct this man and he needed a break
“See you later baby Gojo~”, his father gave him a kiss on the cheek and the baby waved goodbye as he left the room
How did his life go from partying at this hour to barely staying up til three from the pure tiredness of raising a baby, it all started exactly 11 months ago during a very hot summer all the boys sat in the living room near the working ac eating ice pops and watching the football game til they heard a doorbell after a long game of rock paper scissors that nanami lost he rolled his eyes and headed to the door, once he opened it his vision was clear and no one was there he walked forward and the front of his foot collided with a basket, confused he looked down and saw a baby a very fresh baby wrapped in a blue blanket. First thought that it was a big dumb ass prank he crouched down and saw a note.
‘Fuck you Gojo, ruined my fucking life with this thing keep it’
Yeah definitely a ugly prank he took the handle of the basket and carried it inside gently dropping it onto the glass table in the center, everyone groaned and booed lucky it was only the main party that laid out all the lackies were out on classes
“man your blocking the damn goal!”, tojis gruff voice broke out first followed by a yeah from Sukuna
Suguru frowned and looked over the basket, “what’s that”
“Gojos kid”, everyone stopped what they were doing Satoru laughed and moved his hand to signal he should move
“yeah right nice joke-“
“I’m not this kid looks like you and there’s a note attached too”, hesitantly he took the note from nanamis hand and opened it scrunched his face at the vulgar words meanwhile everyone gathered around the table
“woah, he looks exactly like you”, choso quickly killed the joint in his hands as Suguru moved the blanket from the babies face his beady eyes looked up bright as the blue sky and little hairs all white so white he looked bald almost
Satoru huffed a laugh and shook his head claiming it to be a sick joke and that it can’t be, fast forward to three weeks later after a lengthy wait with the dna tests that came back positive he sat with his hands on his head in complete shock, Suguru sat down next to him and rubbed his back the tiny kid slept peacefully on the couch, dressed in a doggy onesie bought by nanami and fed full
“I can’t believe I did this-and just who the fuck would leave a kid out there! Does she know who I am-“
“So you know who’s the mother?”, he was ashamed that he had no damn clue who the mother of the kid was
“His face doesn’t help at all”, Satoru tore up the dna results and flicked it away
“Ya know you’re in the presence of greatness Satoru”, Gojo looked at him like he was crazy
“Can’t be a frat that advocates brotherhood if we don’t help you out huh?”
“You think the dean is going to allow this-“
“That’s why secrets exists and we have like two more years left, we’ve hid booze, drugs heck even underage kids at a time I think hiding a baby won’t be that much of a problem”, Suguru was right to an extent
Sukuna came back with a sleeping baby hanging off his shoulder, before Satoru could thank him he muttered
“I did this more for myself don’t thank me”, even with his rough words he lowered the baby beside his dad on the bed and left the room Gojo brought his baby closer to his chest and kissed his fluffy head. Even on the day where the small regret wells up his throat the moment his son smiled with those buck teeth and the drool down his cheek he felt something he couldn’t describe something that felt so heavy down his heart he just had to protect this precious spawn of his
Frat!Gojo accidentally knocking up a random sorority member, eventually she gives birth and dumps the baby onto him before leaving university as a whole don’t fret tho the fraternity are brothers and are certain they can raise this baby, of course without his new girlfriend!reader finding out and definitely not the dean to see an infant crawling around the hall of a house made specifically just for academics
Yeah he’ll be fine
AN: I’ll start with a Drabble and then see if it’s made for a series or one shot, Drabble was posted click on the link here
Inspired by @gwonty post of mermansatoru! Check that out
TR: nothinggg
The waves crashed against the boat rhythmically, the prince sat onto the last step of the stairs that lead to the deck of the ship his heeled boot propped onto the floorboards a sweet scented liquor held into his palm as he laughed at a joke his comrade in arms made, this time his hair was loose and flowed with the wind gracefully across his strong jaw down the swell of his high cheekbone his purple orbs squinting and his slightly exposed chest huffed with laughter.
Your hands grazed the solid wooden part of the port, slightly pruned from the sea water that dripped down your hair and all over your exposed upper body to entranced by the man without a fin’s features to feel the chill of the air.
“Princess! You have to get back down here before they see you!”, the crab goes unnoticed once again and the warning falls on deaf ears
Your icy eyes trail down from his luxurious hair down his thick neck decorated with purple and olive veins, down his hard collarbones and towards the slight cleavage of his strong chest the little chest hairs that decorated it reminded you of the moss that laid over the rocks at bays, once again your gaze lifted to his face admiring the plump pink lips that looked so soft his high nose bridge that made the bow of the boat looks to shame, his slightly furrowed brows lastly and your most favourable feature of him, his astonishingly bright violet irises.
Feeling your heart that already beat a hundred times per minute, beat even faster than it should a stupid smile graced your face as you rested your cheek against the wet, sullen wood maybe at this distance it was enough to see him, this was the safest way you could, shit did he just make eye contact with you because he just stood up and made his way towards you in a panic you flipped your body and dived head first into the cold sea, all Suguru saw was a big splash of water
“Suguru something the matter!?”, Satoru, his best mate tilted his head at the crowned prince soon to be king
“Nothing…just thought I saw something”
“What like a mermaid”, laughter erupted once more as he walked backed to the crew
Suguru huffed a laugh and shook his head turning around but then a sudden shake of the hull moved the ship from side to side the lookout ontop of the keel screamed out
“We just hit a rock! Captain we’re in the middle of the cove!”, Suguru cursed under his breath and rushed to the front of the ship towards the helm spinning towards the right to avoid the upcoming splash of rocks, as if that wasn’t enough the tide suddenly became ten times stronger
Down below the boat you swarm back up to get a glimpse at the sudden abrupt turn of the ship
“They hit cove! The ship could sink we have to do something-“, the crab grabbed hold of your wrist before you go closer
“There’s nothing we can do princess, we have to leave before they see you”
“I can’t just leave them to die!”
Then screams erupted and a huge glow of light illuminated the dark sea, a fire broke out although the crew members couldn’t save the ship they needed to go onto the emergency life boat before Suguru could board it the rough barks of his golden retriever reverted through the crackling flames and the falling wood, “Eric!”
“Suguru it’s to late if you leave you’ll sink with the ship-“, the one thing you both had in common was the words that fell on deaf ears he sprinted across the hull of the ship and lifted the giant dog with both of his hands running and jumping over broken splintered wood and embers of the fire he threw the dog safely into the raft boat but before he could reach it himself the ship tipped over on a huge rock and sank so quickly they had no time to even catch a glimpse of the hands that dragged him away from the splintering rocks
Luckily you didn’t move to far from the ship your smaller arms wrapped underneath his own and dragged him above water so he wouldn’t drown, although he fainted flipping your fins as hard you could you headed towards the nearby shore the raft sailed in the opposite direction
This time the waves crashed gently against the shore, the breeze was warm with the sunrise the pants of your breathes finally calmed down, you chest pressed against his side as your hands rested over his heart thank the seven seas it still beat
Propping yourself up onto your arms your hair draped over your shoulders and touched the edge of his cheeks to his ears his breaths were more shallow than your own and his eyes were rested closed, this is the closest you’ve ever been to a human as you’ve come to learn to what he is, his skin was warmer than your own his flesh was a tone warmer as well, this time you let your webbed fingers danced from his stomach up to his chest the tips of your index and middle finger fell between his chest, up to his neck to the side of his jaw your palm cupped his cheek and your thumb grazed under the lids of his eye gently smoothed off the sand
“Your so…beautiful, Suguru”, a soft chuckle left your lips as you closed your eyes and leaned your ear towards his lips hearing his breathing brought a calm sensation over your body
“Wish I could be part of your world”, subconsciously you let out the hum of tone that was meant for luring out prey, it was instinct like a cat purring when they’re being pet or overwhelming happy
Your head laid onto his chest as you continued to hum along to a melody, suddenly his body jerked slightly and a tiny cough escaped, surprised you quickly lifted your head to see his eyes slowly opening
All he saw before he came to was a gorgeous silhouette of a woman with long vibrant hair after another fit of coughs he abruptly sat up and held onto his chest pushing his hair from his face before he saw nothing in front of him, with a heavy sigh he stood up on wobbly legs and stared out to the ocean to see nobody then continued his track up the cliff
And in the far distance an octopus with stitches attached to its head formed plans
The blankets shifts before Satoru could even blink his 13 month old son sat up abruptly eyes wide and pacifier sucked million times per second, why does babies get up as if a war broke out
Gojo shifted on his side and gently pat his son’s bottom, “Hmm!”, the baby tilted his head clearly not going back to bed any time soon like heck he already missed out on thirty minutes of the day
His father sighed softly and gave a smile to his adorable baby, the same fluffy white fair and big beady soft cerulean eyes stared at his father for a few seconds before pouncing on his head, yeah Gojo learnt the hard way to avoid that hit not only did your son inherit his fathers face he got his powerful strength, you certainly felt it whenever the baby threw a tantrum.
“Noo baby Gojo~you’ll hurt yourself you have to be gentle with daddy like this”
He took his sons hand and made him pet his cheek softly, baby Gojo ignored the pets and laid his head down right top of his fathers chubby cheek pressed to hard jaw the baby cooed and hugged his dads head
“Ooohh you love me huh?”, without hesitation Satoru wrapped his big hands around baby’s stomach and rubbed his cheek affectionately with his son
“Da da da da-bleee-dadada”, his first words were fortunately dada much to your dismay when baby Gojo was ten months old but it quickly become a relief term whenever baby needed literally anything he’d call out to his dad even when he didn’t need him and it was hilarious to see frantic Satoru try to accommodate a one year olds needs
“Yes dada here-mmm gimme a kiss”, and that once in a blue moon peck was given even tho baby Gojos mouth was wide open pacifier falling into Satorus eye, he leaned down and gave his dad a wet peck giggling at the sour face
“Another one”, the baby then bit his nose and started to nub on the tip, it felt weird to feel soft gums drooling all over his face but it was so cute Gojo fisted his palms to prevent the cuteness aggression from taking over and for his son to show so much affection was only rare post nap when the drowsy baby was filled with milk and sleep
Baby Gojo pulled back and stared into his fathers eyes with a tiny smile, his daddy jutted out his lip this was so cute he could smash something then his kid open his mouth, “Hmm-da…da da..mmama”
“Mama is out, come back now now”, his kid was so smart he definitely understood what he said when he huffed and laid his head onto his fathers stomach kicking his tiny feet in minor pettiness but reluctantly hugged the hard muscle in front of him closing his eyes and back to dreamland
Satoru looked down to see him fast asleep again gently shaking his head with a amused chuckle he rubbed baby gojos head, this was definitely your weird kid
This takes place in the early 1900s historical au made for @sweethearticism for the event of brutal bakery
Tw:abuse, sexual abuse, substance abuse, lies, deception, all the bad stuff, angst
Order No.25
"Satoru, are you sure you haven’t said or done something that maybe upset her?”
His adoptive brother, Suguru, flung the doors open of the wicket old saloon and headed straight to the bar, the place looked like it has been built in the early 1800s and only being kept up by a single beam placed in the center surrounded by three tables and two chairs, one table had no chair, the young man with bright white hair and brilliant blue eyes followed behind him shortly.
"It’s not very polite to have intercourse with someone who’s husband passed away exactly a day ago”
“These days things like that does not matter”
Satoru felt the guilt churn in his stomach, how could he mess up the arrangement made by his adoptive parents who had graciously given him more than he could ever think of, a home, food, clothes, a brother yet he could not even settle a proposal with a potential benefactor. That’s the least he could do.
Suguru pulled back a chair and sat down then gestured towards the table in the far corner where there sat a soulless, bone wrinkled young boy who looked to close to die of starvation
"They just leave slaves without masters these days?”
“Maybe that’s his choice of style”
“I doubt it”
Suguru ordered breakfast and coffee,how skinny are you able to be til youre declared dead, whoever sat there looked like they've already been deceased since last Tuesday, with the little commission he saved for a rainy day Satoru ordered a plate of hot mash and roasted chicken for that lonesome table earning a tsk from his brother.
Gojo stared down the waitress with the hot dish on the plate that was cracked on the side as she placed it down, right at your fingertips slowly you looked up at the women who tried to make you leave three times in the past hour, with hazy eyes you squinted it and opened your mouth to speak but she beat you to it
"Guy back there ordered it, eat it and get the fuck out of here you sullen roach"
"Can I get atleast a little bit of water"
"be lucky I didn't report you to the authorities"
The thick layer of starvation clawing on your tongue always gives you away to be grateful at least , she practically dropped the plate on your hands before she left, so hard it hit the knuckles of your fingers making you flinch and pull them away, so fast you tipped the plate, crashing it to the ground with the food remains, who are you to be picky right down as you crouched down and ate off the floor. Suguru raised the top of his lip in embarrassment and the worry in Satoru's blue hues weighed heavy as did the pity in his heart, he got up from his seat and walked over to you gently reaching out to grab your hands which you quickly retracted and look up at him so fast it made your head spin from the lack of nutrients in your body. Only then did Satoru realize that your a women and underneath all that dark shaggy, greasy hair shorten til your ears and cut so hazardous, your eyes still gleamed with a little sway as if asking for mercy. Your lips trembling as well as your hands which were held together near your chest over your heavy baggy and soiled clothes that fell down your figure. This made his heart clench even tighter, your just a girl trying to survive in this harsh environment, deciding against touching you he crouched down so you'd be eye level atleast and smiled
"It's okay, don't worry about this I'll just order you something else okay"
A man being this kind was not for the right reasons, shifting your gaze away from his bright eyes that made yours look even darker you gently shook your head
"You don't want to eat?"
He tilted his head so he could catch your eyes again ultimately you avoided it and shook your head
"Fine then," he reach to the floor and took the chicken raising it to his lips taking a chunk out of it, the waitress fumbled with the food that was for Suguru and quickly made her way to Gojo, your eyes widen as you flinched in a attempt to take it away from him because that was dirty
He chewed slowly ignoring the slight pops of dirty that would crush beneath his molars and smiled with a closed mouth
"not bad huh?", his poorly disgusted face made the tiniest of smiles broke out, in that small second of his life he swore it slowed down to what felt like a eternity his heart raced and his palms felt clamy, maybe this is what the books his mother read to him of what love at first sight meant. While you got up and he stared like a lovestruck fool, you clutched your wool worn out blanket closer to your chest and gently pushed your chair towards him, confusion written all over his features as he watched you leave the salon
"Thank God she left she's been here for the entire morning-"
"Whats her name and where is she from"
He got up and continued to stare at the closed doors, the urge to run out of you so strong that he had to clench his fist so tight, the waitress frowned at his questions but lately assumed that you were just another escapee from another section due to your accent and features being so different from theirs, he didn't tear his gaze away from the doors even when nightfall came he stared at the ceiling thinking about your small hands, your gently nature the way you crouched down softly and elegantly your diet might not be enough but your characteristics, mannerisms weren't ordinary it was coordinated and gentle like the breeze on a spring night, the next day he entered the saloon once more his hopes high but atlas returned to low when there was no one, the day after, his last day in this town before they were to move out towards the next base and lucky enough he found you on your feet with your knees to your chest at the front of the saloon. Your beautiful face hidden in that same wool blanket clutched tightly into your hands eyes so low as it seems you are on your last life line, gently he crouched down and placed a heavy palm onto your left shoulder muttering a soft hey, he saw the light in your eyes flicker before dimming once again, he had to take you before you were left to the die on this dark gravel road in the middle of the day
Back at the motel he cradled you to the bathroom and placed you onto the seats helping to remove your clothes only then did he see the wounds that left to self heal, open scars purple skin turning black almost rotting away the bath he had filled prior with hot water and herbal leaves
"Oh god, what happened to you, huh?"
Not like you could answer given your state, after being submerged into the water you felt your skin finally to be apart of your body and could breathe alittle, it didn't help that it was the middle of autumn and the beginning of winter, you allowed this kind stranger to tend to your wounds and wash your hair, he gave a smile each time you glanced at him
"Hey we have the same hair style", his fingers tangled into your short strands making it stand on its end with the shampoo intact, he knew you were to weak to even give a smile but the glimmer in your eyes was enough for him to know that you appreciated his efforts, after your bath he handed you some of his clothes which sat baggy as did your old ones but this one's was more to comfort. He fed you with his fingers to your mouth as it sufficiently gave you more rice than that of what a chopstick would, it's weird you haven't been taken care of like this since you were but a infant, the tender of his touches to your body and the kind hands that fed you made your heart do a little double thump, that was quickly knocked away when banging came from his motel door. Satoru sighed and placed the warm bowl of rice and meat on your lap and walked to the door opening it to see Suguru standing their bags packed, ready to the leave til he saw you on the bed Gojo thought he would not recognize you but Suguru was a sharp man, a lawyer at that.
"What are you doing, Satoru we need to leave for your proposal remember ?"
With that Satoru kept his mouth shut, it was better than to justify that he did this because he developed some feelings for you in such a short amount of time, feelings he did not feel for anyone else in his life how could he do this, at this moment where he should’ve proven his worth to Geto.
Suguru glanced at you then Satoru, in his eyes he could read his soul, he knew Satoru that well with a small smile he gave a single page.
“I’ll be here for a year, let me know what comes to it and I’ll explain to Utahime, say you got into a accident or something”
This was a decision that he didn't think through one hundred percentage but Suguru said a year, in that year he needed things to finalised if this is what he wanted for himself
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ a six months later… ⊹˚₊꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
After six months passed you were in such better health it made Satoru feel as if he was witnessing the reincarnation of yourself, from boney and shriveled to full and graceful, the supple of your skin filled sweetly and the apple of your cheeks fully lifted when you smiled at him your hair grew to the tips of your collarbones that no longer stuck out he could witness your beauty transform to what you were on the inside. In that few months he managed to take you back towards the cabin he was raised, three weeks by foot after you gathered enough strength to walk, when you did gather enough strength to walk you were walking away from him
"Where are you going", confused Satoru followed you to the doors of the motel you stayed at for the past ten days, with widen eyes you knew that this was not permanent and it was a matter of time before his infatuation with you would be rippled to the dust and he would leave you there to become what you once were, nothing
"I..." and in that ten days did Satoru hear you speak, that accent was so thick that he knew he needed to leave, with you, it was a miracle you survived this long without anyone being suspicious, other than that your voice was thick as syrup the kind his mom imported from Canada before they lost their wealth due to a tragedy the sweet sticky kind that if not eaten properly can be so messy
"don't want to be a... Burden", your Japanese was roughly affect by your accent so he decided that speaking to you in English would be better atlas you didn't understand that either, then he grabbed your hands and took it to his lips not once taking his eyes away from your own bright orbs
"Stay"
With that single word you felt your heart filled and your stomach twist allowing his man to drag you away to a sanctuary that was just you two and it was a place of haven, til Satoru changed, the language barrier between you two improved significantly how quickly you were able to adjust and adapt to Japanese made him question your background but there was only so much words that he could depict based on your accent you were from far, to far to be known, maybe that’s why people were hostile, change makes people do disgusting things; although you were different your were unique and had ethereal features, your lit eyes soft, slightly tinted skin from the harsh weather, fully lips and heavy hair
"it doesn't matter, you here with me now and that's all I care about", one would say he was more than smitten with you and it only grew as more time passed between you two. He would rise early and gather wood for the fire, hunt down cattle and bring it to you where he then would cook it only some days of the week would he venture into the city to gather supplies he couldn't make or get in the tiny cottage he stayed in before he left, everything was smooth sailing from the motel you awoke, you ate, you bathed, cleaned up here and there spoke with him, finally telling him that your were thankful for giving you place to become a human again for making sure your healthy and nourished, but you needed to leave you came for a purpose and you were determined to settle it out.
"Dream?"
"Yes, Dream... Dancer", your interpretation of dance with your fingers on your palm, sign language you knew sign language that's the most adorable thing he could think of right now, sitting on his knees he held onto your hand by the fireplace allowing you to be on the cozy seat, his eyes flickered with admiration putting the burning embers to shame
"What kind of dance", you lit up and stood onto your feet the blanket falling to his lap so did his hand that left your warmth, walking to the middle of the living area you took a breath and graciously stood onto your toes rising your arms above your head, tilting it back along with the curve of your spine, Relevé. As he come to learn in a book he found at the bookstore it made you happy that he understand your interests, although
"Why can't I go outside with you", your brows furrowed and he stopped chopping up onions
"You must be aware of the conflict taking place right?"
“Like a fight?”
"Yes, no not exactly it’s more of a cleanse rather, people are on opposing forces it's to much of a risk for you to go out in public”
"I walked here-"
"How come your body was filled with so much scars if you came here without being bothered?"
Your frown deepen as you stared at your fingers, your journey to Japan was not the brightest, false pretense, lies, deceiving, abuse... Sexual abuse. He could see the evidence that lied over your body. Satoru let out a small sigh and walked towards you holding your hands, promising you that this is the best way to live right now
"Dreams cannot exist right now, it's either survival or death, dangerous people are out there and your only safe here with me"
"Forever?"
"... Not forever, things are slowly getting back to the normal just give it some time okay"
Time was running out, and so were opportunities. But you trust Satoru, waiting with him made it bearable atleast, he would read to you the ballet book describing the contents of the moves helping you position yourself accordingly
"Your hands go here, upper-yes just like that your doing great", only then did you realize how close his breath fanned your cheek, smelt like cinnamon from the buns you attempted to bake it burnt yet he scarfed it down claiming it to be the most delicious thing his ever tasted, your eyes followed his own which trailed from your legs to your waist til your gaze locked, the breath you held in made you gulp even though you've been together for almost half a year he never went further than lingering touches and kiss on the cheek, respectful such a gentleman he is, he could only hold onto his desire for so long. Slowly his stickly hot palms dragged down your exposed skin from your finger tips trailing to your forearms, scraping against the skin of your elbows to your upper arms the knuckles resting on the side of your breasts, squeezing the flesh to retain his desire of groping them.
“S’toru, touch me”, even your unable to resist the temptation of sin, lust coats your vision then did your lids when he smashed his lips against yours dragging his warm muscle along your clench teeth while his fingers inched towards your nightgown he got at a second hand store , the silk was slightly loose around your body but created easy access towards the supple skin of your body gripping everywhere just to feel you closer if he could he would sink his skin into yours , become more than one with you he wanted you wholly wanted to consume you for his own selfish reasons , for only he knew how to protect you.
“hmmph”, snapped out of his little trance he realised you needed air and quickly pulled back holding your by your cheeks so could catch your breath quicker his own was so raging the tension was eased when you giggled and ran your hand through his soft strands that grew longer into time as well , signaling just how long you two have been together. “That was my first “, Satorus smile broke out and he ran his thumb over your cheeks in adoration , one moment he felt the greed of ravishing your body the next he felt the urge to preserve it.
“Mine to”, you slapped his shoulder and called him a lair
“I’m not lying I swear “, hand on his heart cross to die
“Then how are you so good at it umm?”
He raised a skeptical brow, “How would you know what’s supposed to feel good ?”
“You always make me feel good”, you tilted your head back in exhaustion of training your limbs to stretch in such uncomfortable positions, Satoru slowly dragged his body to the floor till his knees touched the wooden planks and his ear rested against your stomach, his lanky arms wrapped around your midsection
“I would die a happy man like this”
“Let’s not die anytime soon, we have a lot to live for “
“Like what?”, his gaze caught yours that stared down at him
“We can’t stay in this tiny place and live without reality”
“I thought you said I make you happy?”
“So you intend of working yourself to the bone like this everyday ?”, you saw the way he would lunge himself onto the couch after hunting, preparing food, going into town to collect clothes certain foods and hygiene necessities
“If it meant keeping you with me I’d do it forever”
“You cannot be serious, by doing the same routine how can you expect growth “, some of those words you hand to use sign language to interpret your message thankfully he understood what you meant but he don’t get it
“Your a ballerina you do routine for a living if you were one”
“Then where is your stage to show your excellence, where is the next dance you practice til your gain enough popularity to survive easier”
Satoru stood up and towered over your frame with his gaze narrowed
“I gave up everything for you and you’re saying I don’t have what it takes to be better ? Judgement shouldn’t come so easy to someone who couldn’t survive on their own”, he didn’t mean that in the way you thought shit he should’ve kept his mouth shut watching you storm off the bedroom with the book landing face down onto the floor , his heart sank his a idiot
So that night he slept on the couch replaying the incident in his mind over and over till he felt visibly sick to the stomach forcing sleep to overcome his senses, the next day he ventured early into the town to find something to make up his mistake of upsetting you along his journey he took notice of the richer folks their to large dresses that made them look ridiculous as they could barely walk their gaze of disgust towards anything they could afford, their poise attitude that believed they were better is that the lifestyle you deem that was needed for survival. He knows he was wrong but at the same time he knew that he had a point-“Sir sir would you be so kind to take a look at this thing that came from the west! It would knock your socks off as this is one of its kind”
Satoru looked down at the younger boy that held what seemed to be a gramophone , not in the best condition but it looked like it would work with a few tweaks deciding to not buy the ballet shoes he opted for the device and gathered some classical second hand records to play with it
Music was your first love, whether it be in Japanese or even in English the soft melodies syncing with your soul and was acted with your body made you feel alive made it felt like it was the only thing worth living for , before Satoru came along and gave you comfort made you feel desired you have forgiven him before even setting your sights on the gramophone for the first time in half a year you have not woken to see his face first thing in the morning and it had such a effect on you, made you think that that’s what it like to be alone to not have someone to share breakfast with it brought back memories of your lonely journey throughout your life, being with him took all the emotional scars away and the voices at bay.
He played a record for you and offered to waltz, the clumsy feet of his dragging over yours pinching your toes with the heel of his foot made you think you’d never walk again but as always he was a quick learner and soon enough you glided across the room in slow gentle strides his fingers hooking onto yours tightly as to remind you he would never leave you, the grip on your side meaning he’d stay just there, at your side.
And that was the first night you two made love, it was his first time he was clumsy yet determined to make you his claim you not because he could but because you allowed him to, allowed him to play the soft harmony of a piano in the background, allowed him to strip you of your clothes, allowed him to lay you down onto the floor warm with fire he started a hour ago. He worshipped your body like it was his temple his sanctuary that kept him sane, kisses littered your skin from the bone of your collarbone to the flesh of your hip bone blooming purple and red splotches evidence of his love painted on your body. Inexperienced boy tried to force it inside but the moment you flinched in pain he shushed it and pulled away guiding you with his fingers til it drew you breathless and writhing, only then did he try again the discomforted faded along with the worries of the world and it just the two of you existing, existing together an existence that felt eternal and blissful til you both came undone. In that moment Satoru has fully fallen in love with you.
He called for your name as he entered your shared home, in his hands held the new records he collected he quickly became a fan of music not to long he sang your name through and through, worried itched his skin as he found a letter, that letter broke more than his heart he could feel his soul burn in his throat his fingers clenched so hard it broke the record
Dear Satoru
For a long time I have wondered what was the meaning of life, what made life so special that people strive to make it worth it what made it so terrible that people threatens to end it, why are we subjected to living good or bad I wanted to be more than a survivor I wanted to be happy I soon realised that it takes more than life to be fully happy and when I’m with you all I feel is happy, I don’t deserve that toru I know what you are and what you could’ve become if I hadn’t been this selfish so I wish you would flourish and be happy, only then will my life be meaningful
Satoru would have had at least some shred of sanity if he could have actually read the letter, for the ink had fell over and stained the entire page the only letter that remained
Will my life be meaningful
Seven months ago
Suguru smiled and bowed to the countress who has recently been widowed her husband died tragically, “Utahime, this is my brother in arms Satoru Gojo”
Satoru placed on his most charming smile. She was beautiful and the scar on her cheek gave it much more meaning it showed resilience and that warmed her heart when he discussed it. Never once letting go of her hand this arrangement would not be to bad on his end she was beautiful even though she was older she was able to understand, to level. Through the night she could not get enough of his playful demeanour they banter remained friendly with a hint of flirtation, even if this was ordained for him since he was adopted this would show his appreciation to the family that kept him afloat and to his brother whom he’d so anything for.
“I just need to collect a few items from my late husbands study before we go on that walk, Gojo”
“You keep a parasol in your husbands office?”, his smile teased lightly on the matter
“Oh we used to go on many walks together before he passed, he always spoke when he was moving and I have adapted to that nature I hope you don’t mind”
“not at all your comfort should come first before my wariness “
“Your worry that I wouldn’t consummate the marriage if I’m to be reminded of my late husband”
“I supposed, just a little bit”
Their voices echoed passed as you stayed at your station stretching out your limbs onto the floor looking at your own body in agony it hurt to do this for over five hours without even a sip of water, to think the countress would have been kinder than the count when it came to the dancers of his patron, but you were the best you have to be better if you wanted to stay on the front lines. If that were the case you’d go days without water, getting to your knees you crawled to your bag and searched for the special medicine the count gave you to keep you from being weak, stuck and tired. The bottle was empty and this was the third one in a week, her doses were less than his and he kept the rest in his office, getting to your feet wasn’t as easy as listening under the desk of Utahimes moans you just needed the bottle before your stage tomorrow where you’ll find a new sponsor someone who would look to you as human or even better a dancer not a money shaker a face to put a price on, this is the first time you’ve seen this white haired man in her vicinity you’ve seen him on photos she keeps in her drawer the ones she kisses on the mirror when her husband leaves for business trips.
The rustle of clothes came to a abrupt stop as did the weight on the marble table
“I don’t think this is a good idea Countress”, his eyes soften, for he is a gentlemen especially when her husbands body is still warm, odd how he died by being shot with his body still perfectly intact
“I don’t understand I thought we’re getting to know each other”
“And I thought we’re going on a stroll…after you collect your parasol I intend to do that” he bowed to her and left the office with a frustrating huff she threw said parasol against the chair and it rattled over hitting against the drawers hidden inside the table you could hear the shaken pills, you just need one just one and you would be fine!
Once the door slammed shut you crawled out from under the table and ripped the drawer open-“What the hell are you doing in here?” Her yells were whispered apparently she slammed the door shut because she saw your shadow once the chair fell
“I-i was looking-“, curse your Japanese right now the Count could speak your language
“for this?” She held up the bottle you so desperately needed right now, with a gulp you slowly nodded
“I should have thrown you out the moment he brought you here, your the reason he doesn’t look at me anymore you’re the reason he stopped loving me-“, he forced his ‘love’ with you, hit you when you tried to detest it, but you stayed because you were climbing to the top of your dream
“Your the reason I had to get rid of him”, and his wife was spiralling she threw the pills to your head and then you out she couldn’t care for the show that her company depended on for financial stability when looking at you brought all that vile out of her chest. Your dreams shattered and you stayed in that saloon, that was the women Satoru needed to be with and you ruined it, how could you allow his life to take such a horrible turn, you couldn’t do that to him anymore.
Credit to: @l-lailiy no plagiarism or use of AI, story was inspired by the bl manhwa solo for two
You practically ran for the driver's seat before your boyfriend could even leave the front door, once he noticed you perching your seat all the way to the front that the steering wheel almost hit your chest and the back of the seat is so upright it could straighten your posture, he knew he'd have to bounce
"Toji! Get back here!"
Only because he didn't want you to kill yourself, the convenience store was acouple blocks down not to far but it was currently five pm which meant slight rush hour of workers coming back home. Also you sucked at driving, Ofcourse he would never tell you that
With a loud exhale through his nose and a grumble from his chest he reluctantly planted himself into the passengers seat and buckled his seat belt
"Remember to look both ways before you just start reversing"
To late your already letting the car roll down the slight hil of your driveway and didn't even bother to look before pulling out
"I know I looked already"
"So you can see through the walls?"
"I can sense it Toji, see no one came"
"Precaution is what you should practice this is why you don't have your driver's license"
And he immediately stifled a groan and held onto the bottom of his seat when you pulled into first gear and zoomed down the neighborhood into the suburb road, coming to a stop street you didn't even yeild at
"Yeild! It's a fucking stop sign for a reason!"
"There wasn't even cars coming on, its fine, your overreacting"
Maybe this is how you felt whenever he kept the toilet seat up, but seriously this is way worst you could actually get both of you killed
"Just make sure ya stop at the next yeild sign, you need to get into routine if you wanna pass out ya-this guy is coming on turn to the left-"
He grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it so hard you gasped and stepped onto the breaks jerking the both of you to the front and shutting off the car
"... That's it get out imma drive-"
"But Toji-"
"Next time when I'm more prepared and in a deserted road... Okay?"
"I wanna get more hands on practice..."
"I'll buy you ice cream"
"Okay"
He lied, as long as he lived you always could be a passenger princess
Literally me today, I avoided all the stop signs bc I hate stopping and going into first gear 🚫😭✋also I feel like Toji would be the ideal partner for this step up (I just wanna be someone's passengers princess)
I can imagine spy!reader after finishing a nasty failed transaction at the back of their own home, running into the bathroom with a bloodied butcher knife and rapid footsteps, quickly discarding it into the sink only to turn when you heard the shower curtain ruffle and see your sweet innocent faced husband! gojo staring into your slightly sweaty flushed state before he could even question what happened your already undressing your clothes which thankfully weren't full of gore, neatly placing it above the knife in the sink so he wouldn't see and get into the shower with him.
Inspired by @kirsteinqr and that tiktok animation of loid and yor
⋆｡˚ ✮ ⋆｡˚ ⋆｡˚ ♡Just found𖧷 out that Tumblr artists actually use ❥kaomoji❥to make literally everything look ✿cuter✿ wen post something, yall checkout my masterlist ⋆｡˚ ✮ ⋆｡˚ ⋆｡˚ ❀ also I'm in a drought of writers block.. Requests much appreciated 𓂃𓈒𓏸︎︎︎𓂃
