#the flashbacks and how he speaks about him

[madamechrissy]

I'll look After You

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x fem reader (reader is a mom)

Summary: You longed to hear from Satoru, After an epic night hooking up in a club bathroom, sure you'd been strangers, but he has your number, he made you feel so special... but... he never contacts you again. Ten months later, you have a beautiful baby named Reign, with those exact blue eyes. You never saw him again, couldn't even find him, so now, you are living your life as a single mom. Messy bun, dark circles, exhausted, you run into Satoru one day, and he sees her, his baby girl, and sees you struggling, he knows then, you're what's been missing in his life.

CW: MDNI- Sweet and emotional story, SO MUCH fluff here, Satoru is a freaking doll, misunderstanding led to him not knowing (nothing is kept from anyone on purpose) Fluffy long oneshot, watch Satoru fall in love with reader and his lil girl. Gojo being a dad and being cute! Explicit smut at the end- warnings- breed kink (it's me???) oral (f receiving) dirty talk, possessive Satoru (When isn't he?) Also some flashbacks to the original bathroom hookup (fingering, dirty talk etc) Sexual tension, 10.6k WC <3

Here is the full oneshot! Comments and reblogs SO appreciated if you enjoy <3

You often wondered about him, Satoru was his name.

As you look down at your baby girl, with her brilliant blue eyes while she’s cooing happily, giving you a gummy little grin, you wonder what he’d think if he knew about her. The random guy at the bar you gave your number to after hooking up in a bathroom, the guy who never called, the guy with no social media of which to speak. The guy you never, ever saw again.

Your baby’s father, the best thing that ever happened to you, surely, but also it was very difficult, being a single mom, you’d have to go back to work soon which you were dreading, spending sleepless nights up feeding, changing her. It had been a rough pregnancy, and a shocking one at that, people had questioned you over and over, some mentioned not having her.

But something in you knew you could do this, you could have this baby, you’re broke as fuck but she has all she needs, and she makes you so happy, but those eyes are unmistakable. No one has eyes like that, except her and her… well was he her dad? You wonder if he’d run ten million miles from you if he knew, or would he have been okay with it?

It’s odd that just a night of fun, alcohol and being on antibiotics created this amazing little girl, but you can’t be upset, not when she brightens your world. But you still ache at times, for her to have a dad, you hope you’re enough. You wonder about him though, the bright energetic man, the one that had made you feel more in one evening than anyone ever.

The last man you’d been with.

Yes, it’s been that long, Reign was two months old, so you’re damn near a year, you say it’s because you’re so busy, but something deep in you knows that you felt something for him, deeper than the obvious physical. Something about how he looked at you, at how he laughed, at how he made you feel so special.

You assume it must have been some act, clearly, here you are, alone after all. You both only knew each other’s first names, it’s true, but he had that number. Maybe it wasn’t all you thought it was? Maybe he just was that sort of guy, the one that made women think they’re his everything with one of his kisses, maybe you were just too drunk, and he was too pretty.

You blink a bit, shaking the haze thoughts of him as you yawn a bit, exhausted from Reign keeping you up all night, her tummy had been hurting. You’re sleepily putting things in the cart, baby items, groceries, the essentials, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror above the produce, wincing then. You have a messy bun and are in pajamas, god help you if you ever wanted to meet a guy.

‘Oh hi, I have a baby with a random blue eyed dude from a bar, I’m broke as fuck, and I wear pajamas to the store. Wanna date?’

Yeah. That would go over well.

“It’s… it’s… you!?” You sleepily look up then, so exhausted you barely register the six foot three man for a moment, then suddenly it all hits.

He stares at you, those blue eyes, the eyes your baby has, wide now, his pouty pink lips dropped open. He’s just as gorgeous as you remember him, like it’s some dream, you feel weak then, chest rising and falling as your breaths come too quickly. He steps closer to you then, he hasn’t seen her yet, nestled in her little car seat on the cart, you’re panicking.

“Do you even remember me? Oh my god, that night my phone broke, and I had just got it, they couldn’t transfer the numbers! And I tried to look you up? But I couldn’t find you… and I never saw you… and then- fuck I’m rambling.” He laughs nervously, swiping his hand through his snowy locks. “Forgive me, please… what I mean to say is… Hi?”

“Hi…” Your baby whines then, and Satoru pauses, blinking and you move to the side then, he steps closer when Reign opens her eyes, grinning at him.

Satoru’s heart pounds in his chest, his entire world tilts on its axis, he was already so thrown off by seeing you again, the girl he hasn’t been able to stop thinking of, but now… he looks at you in shock, you look exhausted, but so beautiful, your eyes tear up then, he watches your shoulders slump, then he looks back at the baby, realization sinking in.

“She’s… is she… there’s no way…”

“She’s yours, I only hooked up with you for the past… year.” You manage to say softly, right in the middle of the fruit aisle, Satoru was finding out you have his baby.

“You did this alone?” He says then, blinking back emotions for a girl he barely knew, but who now has a part of him, a part he wants to know so badly suddenly, shocking him.

“I had no clue who you were, how to tell you, even if so, it’s not your responsibility okay? I take care of her just fine, I make it work.” Satoru’s heart breaks then, seeing how tired you are, seeing the endless baby items and cheap toilet paper, a cheap bottle of wine, is that all you get yourself?

You did this alone, you have his baby alone, altering your life while he’s living his just the same, partying with his best friends, working and living a luxurious life. Satoru was rich, and it’s clear his baby and his baby’s mother are struggling, and he’s here doing what? Could he have tried harder to find you!? Could he…

“We’re okay, you don’t have to worry. I’d never come for you for anything, I am happy being her mommy.” You say with a tired smile, reaching to touch her little chubby cheek, and Satoru has never seen anything so beautiful, the two of you.

He’s felt so empty for this year, is this what he was missing?

“Can I… please… Can I know her?” He asks, gulping now, and you blink in shock, nodding quickly.

“I would love that.” You can’t stop your tears then, sniffling and shaking your head. “Please, let’s talk out of a produce aisle?” You whisper, he nods quickly, unable to take his eyes off you, off his baby.

After paying for your groceries, which you protest to, he’s out by your car now, a little minivan that makes him smile, picturing you as some pretty soccer mom already. You take her out of the car seat then, holding her carefully, smiling up nervously at Satoru. His chest swells at seeing you hold her, some instinct takes over, he instantly knows then.

He needs to take care of you both.

“I thought you’d freak out if you knew, be upset or want nothing to do with…”

“God no, no. I mean I don’t know what to think, but… she’s beautiful. Like her mom.” His words make you flush.

“I’m a wreck, Satoru, look at me.”

“You just need some help, doing it all alone?”

“You don’t have to, okay? I can do it.”

He brushes a tendril back off your temple, sighing as he looks at you, at those dark circles that just make you more beautiful, but show the fragility you’re keeping under wraps as best as you can. “I want to help, this is on me too.”

“It’s not, I was on the pill but… antibiotics.” You grumble, holding the baby to your chest now, she is sucking on her little binkie, bright pink. “It’s all on me, I’d love you to be in her life, but don’t feel obligated to pay for anything.”

“You’re stubborn, will she be too?” He narrows his eyes, and you giggle then, the first time in a long time you’ve heard that sound.

“She’s already stubborn, she gave me a hard time, wouldn’t come out.” She wriggles then, and you step a little closer to Satoru. “Wanna hold her?”

“Can you… tell me how to?” He asks, and you smile at him, for a tall, buff man he’s so sweet and precious, nervous even.

“Yes, hold your arms like this.” He does as you ask, holding his arms out, as you gently place Reign in his arms. “Hold her head just so. There you go, hey Reign, this is your dad.”

“Reign?” He asks, in shock as he looks into her eyes, his eyes, but she has your nose, your hair. His lips. She’s… “Perfect.”

“Isn’t she? Is it okay if I call you her dad?”

“It’s… perfect.” He says again, smiling at you, tears making his snowy lashes spike just so, you feel so complete then somehow. You can’t explain it, seeing this melts you, and Reign is so happy she's cooing, sucking on her binky and staring at him, you watch him melt right with you. “HI there, dumpling.”

“Dumpling? She's got a nickname huh.” He grins so big, nodding.

“I moved out of the city for the past year but I just came back to town. How far are you?”

“Oh like ten minutes. Would you… like to come over tomorrow? I'd say today but my place is a wreck.”

“I'd love to. Can I get her something please?”

“You don't have to… but she can always use binkies she throws these things. Ugh, see?” Reign spits out her binky and Satoru snorts as you catch it. She then touches his cheek, and he chokes up.

“I… oh my god. I love her?” He whispers in wonder, and you exhale, blinking tears that refuse to stop falling. “Is that crazy?”

“No. I loved her when I first saw her too. Fuck I'm a wreck “

“Hey…” He steps closer, handing you her carefully and then placing his big hands on your shoulders. “I am here now for both of you, however you'll let me be. Shh.” He brushes your back, resting his head on yours as you hold her close.

“I never thought I'd see you, tell you. I'm overwhelmed. I'm sorry.”

“Yeah me too.”

Of course he is, fuck. He just found out he's a dad, and he's honestly taking it better than anyone could. He brushes your tears away, and your pulse quickens, you clear your throat then. “We don't even know each other, it's insane huh?”

“Absolutely insane. But… I can't wait to spend time with her.” He says softly, you smile up at him, trying not to read so much into it, so happy he wants to be in her life but you have to remember that doesn't mean with you.

“Come over tomorrow I'll cook you lunch? Please don't break your phone again.” He laughs then, nodding as you two exchange numbers.

“Last name is Gojo. I hope one day hers can be?” And yours, he thinks, but he knows it's crazy to say, as he watches you smile so pretty through your tears.

“Maybe we can do that someday. Well, Reign, say bye to dad.” Satoru kisses her little forehead, leaning up then, thinking of kissing you. You both stand there a moment before he opens your door, and you set Reign back in her little pink car seat. You smile up at him again. “I am sorry I'm in pajamas by the way, ugh.”

“They're cute, little snowmen.” You snort, rolling your eyes as you slide in your car, hoping you will see him tomorrow with everything. “See you both soon.”

You drive away, and Satoru calls his driver and assistant then. “Can you order me everything a baby girl needs? And I need it by tomorrow.”

******

There’s a knock on your door, you peek in the mirror one more time, you took a bath last night, your hair is shimmering and clean for once, you have just a little concealer on for those dark circles, a little lip gloss. You’re wearing clothes and not sweats or pajamas, a little top with a cardigan and jeans, nothing fancy but you look human again.

You can’t believe that Satoru will come, until you open that door and see him, standing next to a tired looking dark haired man holding an insane amount of glittery pink bags. Satoru’s grinning at you, wearing Gucci shades and a dress shirt probably worth more than your rent, only one little bag in his hand swinging side to side as he greets you.

“Satoru, you… what is all this?” You ask curiously, and he shrugs a broad shoulder, handing you the little bag.

“All that is for Regin, this is for you though.”

“What!? It’s too many things!”

“Miss, may I?”

You realize he’s just standing there struggling, and come to then. “Oh, yes I’m so sorry! Put them on the table?”

Satoru and Kiyotaka walk in then, you have a little place, it’s about the size of Satoru’s living room altogether, but it’s comfy and clean, lived in and every bit of it has something of you. He sees pictures of you pregnant on your little silver fridge, pictures of Reign all over, along with Christmas cards all placed with magnets. He sees you’ve baked cookies, too, the scent making him starve.

Almost as much as your scent, so sweet and intoxicating, as he stands next to you, gesturing to the bags. “I wanted to get her something, remember?”

“This is a whole store though!” Kiyotaka leaves now, and you’re delving into the bags, gasping as you pull out the softest, fuzziest pink blanket. “Oh my god…”

“I just had them buy everything for a girl? Is pink good?”

You giggle then, smiling as you pull out a pretty pink dress. “She doesn’t know colors yet, Satoru.”

Of course she doesn’t.

Satoru truly doesn’t know shit about kids, he called and told his mom, asking for advice, and almost gave her a heart attack he thinks. “Of course not, I… where is she? Is she napping?”

“She is, but don’t worry she usually wakes up soon. Oh these are so cute, how expensive are these!? She’s gonna wear them for like a week!” You ask then, pulling out a little baby pair of fancy shoes, then two more. “She can’t even walk yet… ah, but these are so cute though.” You’re clearly conflicted, he chuckles a bit, then you stand up. “Oh my god, I’m a shitty host!”

“You’re cute.” His words, all husky with that deep voice of his, make you flush now, making you even cuter to him. “You look pretty today.”

“Oh thank you, I didn’t want you to think I’m constantly a monster.” He snorts, rolling his eyes.

“You’re cute either way. This was you pregnant?” He asks, as you lead him to the kitchen.

“Yes, I was a whale, oh god.” He touches the photo then, a longing surging through him, he missed this, he missed you like this. He feels an ache washing through him, looking at your glowing face and round tummy.

“No, you were beautiful.” Your breath catches, eyes shooting to his as he looks at you now, feeling something pulling you towards him, it’s like he takes the air out of your lungs just standing here.

“You’re very sweet, Satoru… thank you.” You manage to breathe out the words, when he looks down at your body now, heating it up with his gaze.

“Did you like being pregnant?”

The words throw images in your mind, of him over you, putting more babies in you, fucking insane ones that you shove down quickly. He was clearly caring, and wanting to be involved, you needed to keep your thoughts to that and only that, despite the way your stomach is fluttering at his proximity.

“I did love being pregnant, feeling her move and kick, singing to my tummy and feeling her calm down. But towards the end it was really rough, because she decided she wasn’t coming out.” You say with a little laugh, Satoru can see in how you speak how much you adore her. “Would you like to see more pictures later?”

“I’d love to. You didn’t open what I got you.”

“You shouldn’t get me anything. Oh, do you want some cookies?”

“Yes please.” He starts munching down on them, moaning. “You baked these?”

“I bake when I’m nervous? It gets insane how much I bake.” He smiles then, you’re tucking your shimmering hair behind your ear, grabbing him a glass of milk before you go grab the little bag.

“Open it, now.” He sips his milk as you sit on the barstool by the counter, fingers gently pulling apart tissue paper, until you open a little box and see a gift card.

“To a spa!? I haven’t ever been to a spa? What I can’t!”

“You will. When you’re comfortable I could watch her, so you could get some time to yourself.” You sniffle then, the kindness of him after all the overwhelming months you’ve had is too much, you shake your head.

“I can’t, it’s all too much, you shouldn’t feel like you have to do this!” He walks to you then, brushing a tear from your cheek, exhaling as he leans down so close.

“Sweetheart, I’m fucking rich, okay?”

“I assumed… wealthy with your clothes…”

“No, filthy fucking rich. Let me spend it on my baby and get her mom just a little thing please? How can you take care of her without any care for you?”

“I just do it, Satoru. I just do it.” He brushes more of your tears now, his lips far too close, you still don’t know him truly but the gesture is melting every defense you may have had up.

“Just go relax one day, not now, when you’re more comfortable.” Reign starts crying then, making Satoru back off just as you’d leaned your chin up, and you two had been so close. You back away too, nervously standing.

“I’ll go get her for you.” You say with a big smile, eyes still watery, and then you bring her out, Satoru’s heart swells even more than it did seeing you, he eagerly picks her up this time, versus being so nervous as before. “Dad spoiled you already.”

“Not even close to spoiled yet.” He murmurs, snuggling her to him.

“Have a seat, please.” He sits on the couch with her, you take one of the many little blankets, gently laying it over her and then sitting on the couch with him, as he stares at her in wonder.

“She barely cries?”

“That’s around you, it seems. She likes you already.” Your words fill him with far too much happiness, a happiness he’s never known, but also such a longing.

“I wish I could have been there.” He whispers, brokenly, the handsome white haired man holding your little girl, and suddenly you can picture it, maybe his big bright smile during what was a difficult labor.

“You’re here now.” You assure him, a hand gentle on his shoulder, the caress delicate before you think better of it, pulling your hand back. “I thought about you a lot, I mean… I tried to find you.”

“I wish you had.”

“Really?” He nods then, emotional. “Satoru Gojo, you surprised me, I thought for sure you’d turn and run.”

“Nah, why? Look at her.” She’s blinking her long lashes, grinning at him then. “So what do I like… do with her? Besides holding her?”

You laugh softly then, it’s so easy to have him around, it feels so natural that it’s weird. “Well you can feed her a bottle I pumped, but I breast feed mostly.”

He gulps now, looking at your top, where your nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. “Oh?”

“Yeah, depending on her mood, sometimes she is vicious. I’ll show you.” You gently take your top up, feeling his gaze when you pull off your nursing bra.

“That thing is easy access.” He murmurs, you giggle a bit, nervous for him to see you when you let it drop, revealing one of your pretty breasts to him, leaving him dazed before he snaps out of it, handing you Reign.

It’s very intimate, sitting with him while you feed her, she’s sucking hard, so hard you wince then, her little long nails digging into your breast as Satoru smirks. “You’re gonna laugh at this pain?”

“She’s just like her dad, look at her go. A pro.” You snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as Reign aggressively punches your breasts for more milk.

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t think you did that.” You murmur thoughtfully, pushing back flashes of the night while she suckles.

“That’s a tragedy.” You look down shyly, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks, while you feed his daughter, his daughter, it’s still not comprehending, it’s still taking him a lot to conceive it’s real. “Look at her face, oh my god!”

Your heart warms as he leans over, and Reign has stopped drinking, a goofy smile on her face. “She’s milk drunk.”

“What now? She looks high as fuck.” You hold in your laughter so you don’t wake her now, her eyes are shut and she’s still sucking on nothing.

“She does look stoned, it always cracks me up. Do you wanna put her to bed? I’ll show you where she sleeps.”

He nods and takes her again, watching your nipple with just a droplet of milk on it, he swipes it away before he can think better, making you shoot your eyes to him, lips parted. You hastily put the bra back up as a blush pinkens Satoru’s cheeks, slipping down your top, his touch on your sensitive nipples almost ended you just now. The desire for him in every way is almost insane.

You show him to the only room in your little place, it’s got a crib and a bassinet, and a tiny little bed that he assumes you must sleep in. You start wrapping her up in the new pink blanket then, swaddling her so tight, he watches in wonder at it, as you bundle her up.

“She’ll like a little burrito.” You snort in laughter, trying to keep quiet and covering your mouth then, looking up at Satoru in amusement.

“She kind of is? Babies like to be swaddled, they feel comfy.”

“You know so much… Have you had any experience before?” You both watch as she settles now.

“No, I learned all this from lots of books and bugging the shit out of my mother. Though she even thought I was crazy to have her. But something…” You trail off then, shaking your head. “Sorry.”

“No, please go on. Something?”

“Something told me I was meant to have her, it sounds crazy. But… I knew I could do it, even if it’s a lot.”

Satoru’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back, as you turn your head to look back up at him, seeing the emotions written all over his perfect face. “You’re doing great.”

You break down then at that, sobbing against his chest as he holds you, soothing rubs on your back. “I needed that, shit I’m sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay.” You stay like that for a moment, letting him hold you against his chest, your face buried against his shirt, tears spilling freely while you take several breaths. “You’re a great mom, I can already see.”

“Shit…” You pull yourself together, taking several breaths and leaning back then, Satoru’s cupping your face and it takes everything not to kiss him, this man who you still barely know. “I really appreciate that. It’s been hard so far, but I love her so much, it's impossible how deeply.”

“I can feel it already. You, missy, need that break.”

“I couldn’t…”

“I want to be involved, I want to care for her, and that means her mom too. Yeah?” You shake your head, earning his little glare. “Stubborn little brat.”

“Excuse me!?” You glare right back, and he grins.

“You are one!”

“Me a brat?” Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms.

“Mmhmm.” Satoru tilts your chin up, your head falls back then, and he imagines entwining his fingers in it, imagining kissing you just like that night. He leans even closer and you pull back, clearing your throat.

“We should step out so we don’t wake her.” You murmur, when you’re back in the living room you’re carefully folding all the clothes he’s bought. “Oh, I promised lunch! You up for stir fry?”

“I’m up for anything you wanna make, after eating those cookies.” You set to work, and soon the two of you are eating lunch together, Satoru moans as he devours the food. “My god you’re a good cook.”

“Thank you, I love to cook.” You nibble on your rice thoughtfully. “Ugh, I’m gonna hate leaving her to work.”

Satoru scowls now. “Huh?”

“Maternity leave is over in two weeks. I’m just going to work part time though, so I’ll still see her plenty. Maybe I’ll bring her to work?”

“Where do you work?”

“A library, I’m very exciting.” Satoru grins now.

“You look like a little librarian.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Goodie goodie, despite the bathroom…” You both quiet then, as his mind whirls, and yours spins, remembering.

“S-Satoru!” You’d cried out as his fingers had pumped in and out of your tight little entrance, soaking his fingers as he kissed down your neck, you watched your reflection in the mirror as he pressed you against the sink, free hand gripping you right under your chin.

“Fuck, look at you? So sexy…” He murmurs, the club's music pounding like your heart in your chest. He has a big hand muffling your cries as you soak his hands, dripping all over him. “Hear her?”

His murmur against your ear makes you tremble, shivers sending down your spine as he builds that pressure inside you. You nod, drooling against his palm, when he is hitting that spot that has your eyes rolling back, pressing on it over and over with his long, thick fingers. You’re screaming into his hand, ass arching against him.

“That’s it, pretty, cum f’me huh?”

You both get quiet then, you see it clear as day, your face in that mirror as he’d filled you, and he remembers sucking your juices off his fingers, god it’s been almost a year and he can’t get your taste off his mind. He’d been with a few women here and there since he didn’t think he’d see you again, but they were nothing like it, nothing like you.

How your body responded, every little muffled cry, he remembers dying to get you fully naked, planning it all out when he would call you. He wanted you to not even leave his bed, he’d fully taste you, make you cum with his mouth. He’d get to look into your eyes as he filled you so good, have your legs up over his shoulders while he pumped inside.

It’s like electricity in your quiet little home, the two of you sitting in a daze, your breath comes quicker when he leans across the table, brushing your cheek with his fingers, feeling the heat on them. “Warm?” He teases.

“Um, a little.” You stand then, taking his plate and smiling, acting as normal as you can. “All done?”

“Yeah, thank you.” He watches you wash them then, he can’t even fathom not having a dishwasher, but you’re there with your pretty hands and that sponge. He doesn’t want you to work, he doesn’t want you even doing this, you should just enjoy the baby.

But with how stubborn you are, how independent? He doesn’t know if you’ll even take his offer when he makes it.

“How about you come to my place with the little Dumpling this weekend? Maybe… stay a night? I’ll have her something set up.”

“Stay the night?” You nearly break the dish you’re drying, Satoru catches it, suddenly next to you. “Who are you, Edward Cullen?”

“Pshh, I look like a glittery fucking vampire?”

“A bit.” You’re both laughing softly then, he dries the plates and you show him where to put them up. “It’s nice having a giant around.”

“Almost whacked my head on your ceiling fans.”

“The hardships of being stupidly tall, hmm?”

“Hmm.” He leans against the counter now, snowy lashes lowering as he studies you intently, those eyes that just do something to you, even after this long. It feels like you’ve known him, when one of his hands delicately brushes down your shoulder, feeling the soft knit of your cardigan. “You dress like a little librarian.”

“Do I now? Not that night.”

His nostrils flare just a bit. “Not that night.”

Satoru had you lifted on that sink, sinking inside you for the first time, damn near whimpering in your ear as he kissed on your breasts, trying to yank them out as much as he could but failing. “Slutty little dress.”

“S-slutty? You’re… slutty!” You’re clinging to him as he stuffs you so full, too fucking full, your cunt is drooling down his veiny length as he fucks into you, your thighs pressing against his narrow hips.

“Both are, listen to her… ha…” He’s got one hand cupping your face, looking at you before he slams his lips down, tongues dancing while his cock keeps thrusting, tip dragging your spot, as you fall apart in the bathroom, a tangle of limbs intermingling with muffled cries. “F-fuck…”

“That dress still does things to my mind.” He admits, and you wonder then, how’d you both get so close? How were you nearly flush against him?

“Does it now?” Your attempt at a tease meets with a broken voice, and you clear your throat, looking down shyly. “I don’t think my ass would fit in it now, your baby girl gave me some hips.”

“I bet they’re sexy.”

“She gave me stretch marks too.”

“Sexy.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head then, brushing a hand up his chest, wondering just what his body looks like. He's clearly built, you can tell he's muscular, but you have to wonder just how he looks. “You… don’t date anyone?”

“Nah. I mean I have had some dates this year, but nothing serious.” He couldn’t say it’s because of you, because he compares women to this random girl he felt such a pull to, and now it’s a million times worse. Even picturing cute little stretch marks from having his baby makes Satoru feral, it takes a lot not to show you, to act cool and calm with a little smirk.

“I haven’t at all. I mean… I’m so busy with Reign, and the pregnancy.”

“Been a while then?” His words are full of suggestion, his hand now brushes the air across your waist, hovering, like he wants to pull you in, and you’d let him, when Reign starts crying. You both step apart, his hands in his pockets, yours nervously fidgeting with your sweater.

“I’ll go get her.” You come back with her now, and Satoru lights up at seeing her in your arms, bending down to kiss her downy soft hair, sighing.

“Why does she smell so good?”

“Baby smell. I know, it’s addictive.” You inhale her scent, smiling as you are once again a centimeter from Satoru’s lips, your gaze goes to them, glossy and plump.

“Will you come this weekend?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be there Satoru.”

“I am going to learn things, I promise.”

“Satoru, just take it one day at a time. You’re doing great.” He nods then, gulping down his every emotion as he leaves you two, and it feels so awful and wrong to leave you both, every force in the world pulling him back.

“How’d it go, Mr. Gojo?” Kiyotaka asks, as he’s driving him back home.

“Amazing. They're so beautiful.”

“They?”

“I mean…” You both are. “Kiyotaka, do you know shit about babies?” The man smiles tiredly then, shaking his head.

“No, Mr. Gojo, but I see you’re so… happy?”

Satoru has a silly grin then. “I am, I want to set something up for them, think you can order more baby things? For my place?”

“Certainly, Sir.” He smiles as he watches Satoru in the rearview mirror, he never would have pictured something like this, but it’s clear Satoru is beaming.

*****

“Come in, come in!” You pause in awe as you carry Reign inside Satoru’s insanely beautiful home. It's probably ten of your place if not more, sleek and elegant, everything brand new and sparkling clean. He’s instantly taking Reign, who is babbling at him as he cradles her, melting you completely before you even take a step.

“Your place is beautiful.” You murmur, he smiles at you then, taking your diaper bag off your arm and leading you inside.

“Thank you for coming, I missed her already!? Yes I did, dumpling!” He plants kisses all over her face now, Satoru Gojo holding your baby just did things to your heart, rewired your brain, seeing them both light up.

“She missed you too.” You murmur softly, Satoru looks at you then, white teeth glinting under the soft lights, taking in your pretty dress.

“Mama looks pretty.” He whispers, loud on purpose clearly, you’re a blushing mess, when Satoru’s blue eyes sweep over you.

“You’re too much.” You say, but you’re lowkey falling bad, you’d talked with him so much these past few days, as he asked endless questions, but also as you two got to know each other. You’d fallen asleep on the phone last night, Satoru had listened to your light little snore, smiling and falling asleep with you.

It seems too easy, which terrifies you, but so far it’s been Satoru being excited to be a dad, so you keep trying to remind yourself that is what this was, but it’s hard when he looks at you that way. “Too much? You haven’t seen shit. Come on.”

“Oh god.” You follow him now, as he leads you through a wide open hall, winking at you.

“Ya ready?”

“I think so?” He opens the door and it takes your breath for a moment, it’s a fully done nursery with everything a baby could need and more. There’s a pretty crib, a bassinet, a rocking chair even, it’s painted a baby pink with little teddy bears lining the ceiling. 

“I know, I went overboard, I don’t know how to not go overboard when I do things? And I want the best for her? I know you probably won’t be-”

“Satoru.”

“Hmm?”

You smile then, placing a hand over his where it rests on Reign’s lap. “It’s beautiful, it’s so beautiful.”

He exhales in relief then. “Yeah!?”

You’re giggling now. “Yeah.”

“Mommy likes it, yes!” His enthusiasm is infectious, it’s the first time you think you’ve truly been light hearted in so long, as he places her gently in the crib. “I had my mom go crazy and paid for it to get set up, really I did nothing but pay out.”

“It’s the most thoughtful thing in the world.” You hug him then on impulse, before pulling back shyly, your eyes meet each other, his hands on your waist. “But how will she go back to my shitty place? I hope she doesn’t get bougie.”

“I want her bougie.” You laugh again softly, she’s playing with the little ovehanging baby mobile, she’s enamored by the hanging stars. You watch him lean over the crib then. “She’s a princess, you know.”

You can’t take it then, you have to step out, shaking now, struggling to catch your breath, when Satoru steps out with you, looking at you with concern. Your feelings of him are utterly overwhelming, the beauty of Satoru fawning over his little girl puts these thoughts in your mind, of being a real family. As someone who didn’t have a father, and didn’t think Reign would, the hope filling you is so much.

“I got too excited.” He nervously admits, leaning against the wall next to you and rubbing the back of his neck. “I want her to have everything, if my mom didn’t talk me out of it she’d already have a pony.” You snort then, even through your tears. “There, a little laugh.”

“It’s not you, this is amazing, it’s just… I planned my life, I planned it all out with her, alone. And now… we won’t be? I don’t know how to process it, how to really believe it. But I’m so happy she’ll have it.”

“C’mere.” He pulls you against him into a big hug, arms wrapped around you tightly, bringing you against his chest. “I didn’t think I’d have this, a baby girl? I know what you mean, it’s not what I pictured.”

“Exactly. And… maybe I enjoy this too much.” You look up at him now, his lips quirked up at the side.

“Me too much?” He raises a brow.

“Maybe.”

“Hmm.” Satoru leans down close, when the doorbell rings, he exhales then, laughing softly, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “So I may have invited my mom. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.” You are trying to calm your nerves when you meet her, long silky white hair and bright blue eyes. It's clear those genetics are strong, she surprises you by wrapping you in a hug.

“Where’s this grandbaby of mine?”

Soon she’s melting over Reign like the two of you have been, and Satoru’s made you both hot cocoa, family isn’t something you’ve really had, and to feel this comfortable and good? It’s almost like some dream, as you all are so cozy inside, and Reign is just getting fawned over, giving you a little bit of a reprieve until she’s hungry.

“I have a bottle, do you wanna feed her, Satoru?”

“I can do that?” You smile at him, nodding, and soon he’s got a bottle in her mouth, you position his arm just so as his mom watches you both with a knowing smile on her face.

“You know, I could always babysit sometime. For you two… to go out.” You both blush now, looking up at her.

“Go out?” You almost squeak the words out, sipping your cocoa now that it's gone just a little cold, enamored with watching Satoru.

“Yes, go out. Parents need time away.”

“We’re not… um…”

“I’d take you out.” Satoru says softly, and you feel those butterflies in your tummy going wild.

“Yeah?” You manage to ask, failing at being subtle.

“Yeah.” He smirks a bit, then Reign coughs. “What’s wrong!?”

“She needs to burp, calm down.” You lift her against your chest, patting her back now. “This is what you’ll do, it’s just some air in her tummy.”

“Oh thank god.”

“You three are precious.” His mom checks her phone then. “I have a meeting, but I hope to see much more of you both.”

“Me too Mrs. Gojo!” She smiles, planting a kiss on Reign’s head then yours before she leaves. “She’s amazing!?”

“I know, right? She was dying to meet her.” His hand rubs Reign’s little back, so big it’s as long as her almost, his other arm resting over the couch, brushing against you when he leans closer. “Thank you for having her.”

“Oh, Satoru… I just wish…”

“Yeah, me too.” He inhales and exhales, his eyes swimming with emotions. “I wish badly. I hate that I missed her coming into the world.”

“I’m so sorry… but I swear, she’ll not remember that, she won’t remember it at all.”

“But you remember.”

“Satoru, it's not your fault, don’t dare blame yourself.” He sighs now, his hand dropping off Reign to rest on your thigh over the thin black tights you wore.

“I don’t want you working yet. Will you let me help?”

“Satoru…” You shake your head. “You are not going to pay my bills.”

“Then stay with me? Stay the year with your baby… with our baby, please. She should have her mom home.”

“It’s too much of an offer, I can’t just live here! We aren’t even…”

“If you hate it I’ll get you your own place. I promise. Just let me take care of you… of both of you?” You stand, turning away, Satoru’s hands grip the sides of your arms as he leans close. “Please think about it.”

“I’m not a charity case, Satoru. I’m okay where I am.”

“I know that, okay? But I missed all of the pregnancy, I didn’t get to help with any medical bills, anything. Please just…” He turns your chin to face him, his glossy lips ever tempting as they hover just above yours. “Please think about it.”

“It’s overwhelming, okay?” He nods then, you lean back just so, feeling his lithe body against your back, leaning back just so.

“You’re not alone anymore.”

“Satoru…” He wraps his arm around you, resting his chin on your head. “You don’t have to do all this.”

“I want to.” For you and Reign, but Satoru can tell your pride is getting in the way, and he can tell you’re conflicted. “Give it time, no rush, yeah?”

*****

After a few weeks of constantly being at Satoru’s house, you damn near almost live there. You come over at about the same time Satoru’s off work, and he learns more and more about Reign every single day. He’s learned how to change diapers, how to feed her, and learns what certain cries mean. Reign rolls over for the first time on her mat and you’ve never seen anyone more excited than Satoru.

He takes selfies with her and they are Insta famous, he has Reign’s name painted on the nursery door, though she tends to still sleep in the room you stay in, with her little bassinet. Satoru’s had you in the guest room, but what you don’t know is at night he checks on you both, he kisses Reign’s forehead and tucks you in, he watches how cute the both of you are.

He watches you with Reign, ever attentive, and it’s about the time you’d have to go back to work, he can feel how devastated you are thinking of it, when you all are quietly sitting in the living room, having nibbled on takeout as Reign sleeps. You take a breath then, looking at the man you’re falling deeper for every day, every moment you spend with him.

“Satoru…”

“Yeah, sweets?” His little nickname always does something to you.

“I would love to stay with you, to stay home with her for a few more months, if you’re sure it’s still okay?”

Satoru jumps up then, picking you up and spinning you, you’re laughing breathlessly as he eases you down, and you’re flush against his body. Despite the endless times you’ve ached to kiss him, to do so much more, you both have been a little apprehensive, you both don’t know what’s okay, what’s not. You both feel far, far too much and are afraid of it.

“You’ll stay!?”

“I’ll stay. But I’ll cook, and help pick up, and-”

“Shh. Just stay.” He’s cupping your face, he’s so close you can almost taste his sweet breath, your lashes lowering over your eyes now. “I want you with her, let me do that for you? And… I want you here. All the time I… miss you when you’re not.”

“Are you giving me puppy dog eyes!?” You demand with a grin, and he pouts his lips.

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“It’s working.” You don’t stop yourself, not this once, when you lean up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his, and when you do, the eclectic shocks shoot from his lips, it’s just like that night a year ago, but more intense. You pull back nervously, looking away. “I’m sorry, I…”

“No.” Is all he says, pulling you back, bending low and taking over your lips, he moves them gently over yours, big hands taking over your waist and dragging you closer, mouth opening, tongue slipping past the seam of your lips. Your mouth opens in a gasp, and then his tongue delves inside it. “Don’t apologize for kissing me.”

“Satoru…” He’s exhaling against your lips, kissing you again, soon your back is on the couch, and he’s moving over you, his hand trailing your waist, up to your breasts, your hands clinging to his shirt, gripping the smooth fabric as you fall apart from his kisses. They’re sweet, intense kisses, slow like he wants to savor every moment with you, growing more and more insistent.

He pulls up, just looking at you now, your thighs are around his hips, you feel that ache between them, not just physically either, you crave more and more of him, and you have been since you saw him again. You both just look at each other, speaking without words as he slips up your top, and you yank it nervously, earning his frown, stopping your hand.

“Not ready yet?” He asks, you shake your head.

“You won’t… I’m not… I don’t like my tummy anymore.” You admit softly, tears threatening to spill, Satoru lifts your shirt then, leaning down and running his thumb across the little stretch marks Reign left.

“Well, baby girl… I love your tummy. Should I show you?” You shake your head, breaths coming quicker and quicker now. “You had my baby, you carried her for me, and she left you more beautiful than before.”

“Oh, Satoru…” He kisses your tummy then, and desire shoots straight through you, your hands finally entwining in that silky hair you’ve craved to feel for so long, he’s looking at you under lidded eyes, pressing kisses lower.

“You’re beautiful everywhere. I bet it was sexy pregnant.”

You giggle just a bit, making Satoru smile against your skin, fingers tugging down your pants then, earning a little cry that makes his cock so hard it hurts. He’s been dying to taste you on his tongue, to feel you around his fingers, watch that pretty face in pleasure again, but he’s tried to take his time, tried to focus on Reign, but the thing is, he loves both of you.

He’s in love with you.

The way you move, the way you smile, the way you are with his baby? How your eyes brighten when Reign did something new, how you blushed when he gave you a compliment. But also, how your hips are shifting now, how your eyes are getting lidded, dilated with desire, and how the little silver lines run across where his baby was inside you.

“Satoru… that feels too good I… mmm!” You cry out quietly when his fingers find your slick heat, finding you drenched already.

“You this easy for me?” He asks, you want to retort, something witty, but you can’t, you just gasp out in pleasure when he’s got your pants off, and he’s parting your thighs, long fingers pressing in the plush of your skin as he stares at your pussy. “Fuck you’re pretty.��

You’re trembling as you’re fully bare in front of him, his breath on your clit alone makes you jerk, he places a teasing flick of his tongue right on your clit, you cover your mouth to hide the pathetic moan. He flicks his tongue again, thumps slipping the plump lips of your sex apart, watching the wetness pool out of your little hole, he catches it with his tongue, groaning as he tastes you.

Your hands clutch his hair so hard you’re tugging at his head, eyes rolling back in your skull, biting your lip hard not to make too much noise. He looks up at you, slinking his tongue all the way up your dripping pussy now, from your hole to your clit, groaning as you drip all over his mouth, his face.

“It tastes as good as I remember.” He whispers, enjoying that ruby red blush on your cheeks. “You’re so cute like this, sensitive?”

“You’re torturing me.” He chuckles, the hot air making you whimper, a sound that shoots desire through him. “Please…”

“Please what, pretty?” He casually licks you once more, leisurely as if he has all the time in the world, tilting his head just so to flick the underside of it, watching the tiny little clit twitch. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Make me cum, please.” He moans then, devouring your pussy, his movements less teasing and precise and sloppy, now, lapping up all the juices that pour as you cry out in pleasure, hips bucking up for more, then you feel his fingers sliding in and out of you now, pressing in deep, finding that spongy spot that makes you shiver.

“There you go, you’re clenching me s’good. Can’t wait to feel you around me.” He murmurs, curling his fingers just so,  your legs are shaking so hard, you’re falling off that edge, chest rising and falling with your breaths.

“M-gonna… Toru…” Satoru moans now, the sound vibrating against your heat, he looks at you then, eyes dilated and dark, leaning up, his chin coated in your slick, shimmering.

“Cum for me, baby.” At that he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, humming and making you shatter under him.

You come so hard you see stars bursting, eyes rolled back, your mouth in the most slutty O as you gasp out, you’re arching off the couch, his name a quiet little broken scream in the quiet room. You feel his smug grin against your sensitive bud, as he nips at it then with his teeth, making you jerk and whimper, leaning back to study your clenching little hole.

“There you go, so good for me, hmm?” He coles those words, slipping up you now, sliding his finger up and down your drippy slit, kissing you, letting you taste yourself off him.

“Need you. All of you.” You murmur then, he pauses his kisses, looking down at you, and emotions surge and mix with the pleasure, the insane need for him to fill you, over and over again.

“If we do, I want more than just… co parenting. I want more than just sex. I want…” Satoru gulps then, cupping your face carefully, your hand comes to grip his wrist, thumb brushing over his strong, fluttering pulse.

“I want more too.” You admit, swallowing nervously, as one of your hands rests on his chest.

“I want you to be my girl.” You’re crying then, nodding eagerly at his sweet and pure words, when he’s kissing you again, salty tears mixing with your taste. “Will you be? My girl?”

“I would love to be yours.” He moans again, standing then, helping you up, your arms wrap around his neck as he carries you, your lips don’t separate when he backs into his bedroom.

“Want you in my bed, every night.” He whispers, easing you onto the floor to stand, slipping your top off and revealing your breasts which sway just a bit, you eagerly unbutton his shirt, showing every inch of his chiseled, perfect frame. You gasp when you finally see him, fingertips trailing across sculpted muscles.

“You’re perfect, Satoru.” You whisper in wonder, and he cups your face again, kissing you deeply, a kiss so beautiful it ruins you forever, Satoru has ruined you forever, you know now what you knew that night deep down. “It’s only you.”

“It’s only you. You’re perfect.” You gasp as he picks you up again, laying you on the bed, you’re eagerly tugging on his pants, gasping when you see his huge, veiny length, something you’d had inside of you bud hadn’t even seen. You stroke him, earning his soft whine, he pins your wrist above your head.

“Lemme touch him, please?” You beg, earning both your hands pinned, as you laugh breathlessly.

“No way, I’m not busting quick, I’ve waited too long for this.” You giggle, earning his pretty glare. “I’m not.”

“You didn’t bust quick that night?”

“Yeah, I did.” You shake your head at him, gasping when he’s pressing against your entrance, he tenses, muscles flexing, when suddenly you both hear it, Reign on the baby monitor. “Shit.”

“Shit…” You both stay completely silent. “Maybe she’ll stop?”

“I sure hope so. Need to get you pregnant again.”

You blink in shock now, as Reign quiets. “Huh!?”

Satoru grins, a devious fucking grin, as he presses your legs apart, one over his shoulder, sinking in as you bite your lip, so filled by him, trembling beneath him as you roll your hips. “I need to see you pregnant, gonna be so fucking sexy.”

“You’re insane, Satoru Gojo.” You gasp when he shoves his length fully inside you, bottoming out and you’re so full you can’t breathe, clinging to his bare shoulders desperately as he moans, feeling your walls flutter.

“You didn’t know that yet? I’ll have to show you, sweetheart.” He’s fucking you then so good, thrusting in and out of your slick cunt, which is drooling all the way down his veiny length. He’s smirking as he rolls his hips just so, watching you start to come apart. “You love it, huh? Cock filling you so deep?”

“Please…” His leaking tip kisses your cervix, you shudder under him, cumming so hard you can’t tether yourself anymore, and he revels in it, in your pretty face all scrunched up, all reddened as you cry out.

“That’s it, can’t help yourself? Want me to fucking fill you?”

“Please…”

“You’re such a good girl, hmm?” The words short circuit what’s left of your brain, as Satoru leans back on his knees, hands slipping up your body, gripping your breasts, which have little droplets of milk. You whimper, trying to cover them. “Ah-ah.”

He leans forward, sucking them then, you’re so sensitive you scream, thanking everything Satoru has a huge home and that the baby couldn’t hear anything, because the sounds he writhes out of you are filthy. He leans up, licking the little droplets off and grinning again, possessively gripping your throat, hovering over you as his cock slides in again.

“God, even that’s sweet. All of you. Sweet and slutty.” He huffs, you’re kissing him desperately, nails pressing against his scalp as they grip his hair. “My girl, you’re all mine now, hmm?”

“Wanna be… y-your girl.” You whisper, ending him as your cunt gushes down on him, as he feels the tight muscles grip him like a vise, he eases back, shoving your legs up then in a mating press, every instinct making him crave to make you his again. Cum in you, fill you, make you pregnant. “Toru… I haven’t… not a lot of… exper-ah!”

“That’s alright baby, I’ll fuck you so good, all you gotta do is take it, yeah? Look so fucking pretty f’me.” The sweet, emotional and cute Satoru is now feral, psychotic and possessive, his eyes so blue they hurt to look at, but you’re nodding eagerly. You’ve never been fucked like this, not even close, but he assures you, over and over that you can take him. “That’s right, gonna take all of me.”

Your thighs are smushed against your breasts as Satoru fucks you harder, perfect strokes that hit every spot, spots you can’t even figure out, the ridge of his cock hitting again and again until you’re close, already having cum twice. You’re sobbing under him as he leans his weight on your thighs, folding you in half and going deeper, deeper, bottoming out.

His balls slap heavy on your ass, so full and ready to pump his load in your eager hole, you’re a mess, tears on your cheeks, mumbling incoherently, pussy drooling and loosening more and more. You take him, all of him greedily then, as he slows just a bit, leaning up to press your thighs even higher, watching his cock disappear as your cunt sucks him in.

“Oh look, she’s taking me s’good, she wants it huh? You want it, greedy, slutty pussy.” He’s talking to your pussy, but you also can’t care, not when you’re so close, incoherently whining. “Can’t talk, sweetheart?”

“Gonna… cum… again… Satoru!” He moans as you speak his name, using a forearm to press your legs up, angling his cock just so, shoving deep as he presses a thumb to your clit, ending you utterly.

“There you go, cum on lemme fuckin feel her milk me.” He huffs, husky voice hoarse as your orgasm washes over you, full body, you’re shaking and sobbing as your arousal pours down him, making him tense, gasping. “Oh fuck…”

“Cum in me. Cum in me, please.” You beg weakly, and Satoru does then, full mating press, pumping all his cum so deep, filling you to the brim as he leans down, whimpering with you, tongues sloppy as you kiss.

“Feel s’perfect… gonna make you a mommy again, yeah?” You nod weakly, cunt throbbing as he pumps more and more, nails pressing into his back as you both ride your orgasms out, until you’re sensitive messes. “F-fucking… b-baby…”

“Satoru, g-god…” He is exhaling, easing your sore thighs down then, pulling out and watching the mess that pours from your pussy, a mix of his cum and yours, he grins at it.

“You’re so messy, hmm?” He shoves two fingers in your cunt, pushing his cum back in as you scream out. “Aww, you can’t take it baby?”

“Too much, ngh!” Satoru slips his fingers out, sucking on them and moaning, before repeating it, shoving them in your mouth, you moan as you suck them greedily, both kissing again, a tangled mess of limbs.

“Taste us together, god.”

“So yummy.” He kisses you again, again, again, as you struggle to come back down, heart still racing. “My god…”

“Yeah, holy fuck.”

“You’re like… you have a breed kink like bad.” He snorts then, kissing up the side of your neck.

“Could it have to do with the fact that my girl is gorgeous with my baby? And I’d love to really see her pregnant?”

“I want you there too. I do, even if this is insane.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, first we have a baby, then we move in together? What next, a first date?”

“You know… yes. Mom offered?”

You giggle at him. “So is this you asking me on a date!?”

“Mmhmm, with my cum pouring out. Wasting it, tsk tsk.” He starts kissing down your body again, when Reign cries, this time loudly. “Ugh.”

“Ugh.” You agree, brushing back his hair when he kisses your tummy. “You make me feel beautiful, Satoru.”

“You are.” He says simply, kissing you deeply, helping you up. “Most beautiful girls there are.”

“I…” You almost say it, but you’re still so afraid, those words on the tip of your tongue. Satoru smiles as if he knows.

“Go check on her.”

“Yeah.” You are soon all dressed, and Reign is no longer crying once she gets swaddled, her binky in her mouth. Satoru comes behind you, arms wrapping you tightly and pulling you against him.

“So, that date?”

“Mmm, got plans already?” You look back at him, as he holds you so sweetly in the quiet room.

“Yeah, the spa you never went to, brat.”

“Oh! Yes, let’s.”

*****

Satoru Gojo and you have had a baby, then moved in, and then you had your first date, which was both of you getting pampered, you were giggling when Satoru kept eating the cucumbers meant for his eyes, when he moved the masseuse because he got jealous of him. “My girl, I’ll rub your back.”

“So jealous.” You tease, but you then sigh in pleasure as his big hands rub your body just so.

“Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t ever wanna lose my girls.” You pause then, leaning up, breasts revealed as you’re just wearing a little towel. But Satoru’s eyes are serious, when he gently rubs his hands down to the back of your hips.

“You’re not losing us.” He’s kissing you, leaning over you in the spa, when he whispers in your ear.

“Let’s go.”

In the backseat of Satoru’s driver’s car, headed back home, you and Satoru devour each other, his hands on your rib cage, his lips on your nipples. Your head falling back, arching up for more, never, ever able to get enough. He’s filling you again, and you’re soaking him again, he’s fucking up into you one moment, one moment you’re controlling it.

A push and pull, a back and forth, endless kisses, until he’s filled you up again, whispering the lewdest things, picturing you as his wife, picturing you pregnant again, but the words are coming out as muffled, dirty words that don’t match. And you feel the same, you think the same, but you’re too fucked out to speak, too lost in everything that is Satoru Gojo.

That night, Reign is up and down, and you’ve just given her a bath, singing to her and cradling her. Satoru watches you, emotions catching in his throat, as a sliver of moonlight darts through the windows, illuminating the faces of the two girls he adores. Reign is being fussy, huffing, but then she hears you sing, and she’s calming, drifting off just so.

You catch him watching you, smiling at him, laying her back down gently. Satoru leans over, brushing a thumb across her cheek, as she sleeps so peacefully. “I love you, dumpling.” He murmurs to her, your heart aches at his words, as you repeat them softly to her, and Satoru wraps an arm around you.

“I love both of you.” You look at him then, so nervous, but he exhales, kissing you softly, feeling tears fall from his eyes, pulling back to see you’re trembling. “I know it’s a lot, but you have to know that I love you. I love both of you so much it hurts.”

“I love both of you.” Your heart hammers in your chest, as a hand slips up your back, and he leans down, blue eyes swirling with tears. “I’ll take care of you both, always. I… I’m complete now, with you both. I can’t ever lose you.”

“Satoru, never. I never want to be without you again.” Your hushed whispers are followed by sweet kisses, until you both close the door quietly, and Satoru has you picked up in his arms, effortless as you hold onto him, resting your foreheads against each other. “I’m home, here.”

“You are home, here. Want you to have my last name, both of you. Please.” You nod, sniffling as he carries you, kissing you desperately, pressing you against the door of his room once you’re back inside. “Need you to have my last fuckin’ name.”

“We will, Satoru. We’ll all be Gojos, hmm?” He grins so big then, easing you down and turning you, vivid memories of that night filling your mind, overwhelming your senses. Your head falls back as he kisses down your neck, slipping your shorts to the side to find you.

“So ready f’me?” You nod weakly. “Good, need to have a whole fucking clan of Gojos, yeah? Gonna give it to me?”

“Mnh, yes.”

You would give Satoru anything, and finally every piece that seemed so out of sorts is in place, as you found something you didn’t know was missing, and he found a family he didn’t know he had. As he eagerly works you so well that night again, you also know you want to give him more.

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[angelicwolf98]

He raised his head to press against your forehead, your breath caught and you felt him bring a necklace from his neck over your head. 

This little detail holds so much meaning in the dynamic and relationship between Tangerine and the reader. Just like in the movie, Tangerine’s necklace doesn’t seem to hold much importance until the scene where he finds Lemon. Then we get the flashback showing young Tan with the necklace and that it must be extremely important to him since he places it around Lemon’s neck. Tan gave it to the one person he truly cared about in the movie.

Now regarding this fic, the fact that Tan gave it to the reader speaks volumes to us readers as we know how important it is to him. And the fact that he doesn’t hesitate to give it to her, he doesn’t even say anything, and reader still thinks that Tangerine is gonna walk out on her like everyone else. But that detail alone tells us all we need to know. It tells us how important Tan already views the reader and how he’s gonna take care of her and the baby. I’m honestly surprised other Tangerine fics haven’t done something similar.

Anyways, sorry for the ramble, I just absolutely love this detail and couldn’t get it out of my head! 😆🥰

Values Pt. 2 - Tangerine X Pregnant Reader

Reader tracks him down and they try to figure out what to do.

Part One

Part Three

Warnings: Mentions of violence, fluff, flirting, mentions of rough home lives growing up. The reader has a bit of a meltdown. Substance abuse and parental abuse discussed. Hurt + Comfort + fluffff

You tried to keep it together but your nerves had brought you to tears a few times.

The door opened so quietly, you thought it must have been something else. Turning your head you saw the two you were after. Guns raised they froze looking at you. 

“Hey - sorry - erm-”

“Knew it was a trap. Fucking Train nonsense will be up our arses for the rest of fucking time. Fuck” His anger caused you to shrink. “Look, who took you captive, love.” His eyes turned soft. 

“No! I - um - set the trap, I  guess.” You cleared your throat and watched how his face changed as he came close. His gaze landing on the shape hidden by your large sweater. “Needed to talk to you  - not like you have an Instagram” You laughed awkwardly. 

“Going to wait in the other room.” Lemon awkwardly left with a smile on his face. 

“Talk about-” He looked at you with wide eyes. Your hand went to your stomach and tears started to fill your eyes again. Half an hour tops. Get it over with. 

“Yeah so - you're the only person in years - so um yeah.” You wiped the tears on the back of your hand, straightening up. “Look I’m not expecting anything, I just felt it was right for you to know, ya know? That’s what’s right. Also, I don’t have 50 million dollars.”

He was frozen in place looking at you. 

“Now to think of it, we might not have the same values. So yeah, let's just leave it be. You can leave now.” You struggled to get up off the low couch. Cursing under your breath, he finally came over.

Crouching before you he placed his hands on your stomach making you stay seated. For a moment everything stopped. The warmth of his hands sinking into your skin drove out all feelings of worry. The strength he possessed would be enough to carry you through this. You felt your walls start to break down. You blamed the hormones and the lack of sleep, but a part of you hoped that maybe this was fate or something. 

“Fuck.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry.” 

Your heart started to shatter and you realized that this was not fate, he wasn't a knight in white armor. He was apologizing for it. Technically both parties were equally to blame, but you’d honestly hoped for something along the lines of “we can make it work.” or “Let's sort this out” not, a soul-crushing, desperate apology. You were going to have to do this all on your own. 

“Sorry - You’ve just - been on your own this whole time?” He looked up at you. Words got stuck in your throat, you closed your eyes and nodded, unable to look into his eyes any longer. “Fuck - I’m sorry.” There it was again, that stupid word hurt like nothing else. 

He placed his forehead against your stomach and you watched his muscular shoulders drop. Not knowing what else to do you placed a hand on his head. Pretending for just a moment things were normal. 

He raised his head to press against your forehead, your breath caught and you felt him bring a necklace from his neck over your head. 

“Good luck charm?” You whispered weakly. 

“Somthin’ like that.” His hands ran over your stomach again. “Where do you live? -Here in the city?” 

You nodded. 

“Fuck - your family’s here then?” He asked quickly. 

You shrugged. “Things got complicated with them.” You knew from the look he gave you that he understood what must have gone down. 

“What bastards. Well, good job here then?” At least he cared enough to ask, you thought to yourself. 

“I work from home, so I can be around - You know when the time comes.” 

“So nothing holding you here then? To this specific shitty place?” he asked. 

“Not exactly no?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“Thank Christ. Not raising a kid in this shite hole.” You wondered why he cared. 

“Lemon!” His voice caused you to jump and he gave you an apologetic look. 

“Wot?” He had a look of amusement on his face. 

“Cancel the next fucking job. Book some tickets home.” He said in a tone that challenged the look on Lemon’s face. 

“Right because that shite hole is so much better than here.” 

“It sure as shit is. I know that fucking shite hole. What are you on about anyway, we turned out perfectly fine.” He barked back. 

“Oh right! I’m sure that’s exactly what she’s thinkin' right about now.” Lemon nodded toward you and you were trying desperately to figure out what was going on. 

“Piss off.” He snapped before giving you a look. 

“Right, but that’s the real question we gotta ask ourselves. You know as much about being a dad as I do, which is fuck all. And she don’t even know you.” 

“You're what? 6 months along?” Tangerine asked you and you nodded back. “That leaves us loads of time to sort it all out. Yeah? Values and all that stuff you were saying.” 

Lemon gave him a look that you didn't understand. They stared at each other for a moment. “Agreed, no dad is worse. I’ll make some calls.” Then he looked at you. “You sure about this?” 

“What are we supposed to do swim? Wait, can you not fly when pregnant?” Tangerine interrupted and they fell back into banter. 

“Obviously you can fly-” Lemon sighed. 

“I don't fucking know, maybe the radiation makes them come out over-cooked or something.” Tangerine shrugged and you almost laughed. 

“See this is my point, you don't know shit.” Lemon said and you watched the words impact Tangerine. 

“Not the one carrying it am I? Eh? She’s clearly doing a great job. She’ll tell me what to do.” You took the compliment for what it was. 

“That works then? Just wait for her to boss her around? I swear I don't know how women put up -” 

“Fuck off and book it.” Tangerine snapped. You could see how they were considered twins. They looked very different but it was obvious that they were brothers. They communicated in a way that only siblings could. 

You thought of your sister and friends, tears started to fall down your cheeks and his rough fingers tried to brush them off your cheeks. 

“Look here’s what we’ll do. You come home with us. Big fucking house, rains all the bloody time - but it's a proper house - lots of space. You don’t like it I’ll buy the place across the way. Won’t be that strange. Lots of my friend's parents lived in different houses - not a problem.”

“You- want to? Or you feel you have to?” 

“Both.” He answered easily.

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You didn't know what else to do, so you took some vacation time and went to see this proper house. You wanted to give him a shot. But you also made it very clear that if he posed a threat to the kid’s well-being he’d not be included in any way. The guy killed people for a living. You didn't even know what type of people, panic came and went in waves as you fought with yourself. 

You hated the way he looked when the words left your mouth. In hindsight saying it in the middle of a flight probably wasn't your best idea. Despite being in a fancy first-class pod thing, he’d insisted to sit next to you the whole time. You watched the way he scanned over everyone that approached you, eyes always checking exits. 

He sat next to you quietly after that conversation and the war inside you continued. He put you at ease and instantly made you feel safe and supported, but he lived a dangerous and criminal life. More questions needed to be asked, that’s assuming he’d tell you the truth. 

He never got mad or impatient with you as you took your time with things. Even Lemon carried your bags and opened doors for you. 

After a long drive through England, you’d passed cities and made it into the countryside. Lemon drove while Tangerine sat next to you in the back seat pointing things out from his childhood. 

The house was further back on the property, going down the dirt driveway it eventually came into view. It looked like something out of a fantasy book. It was indeed a fair-sized house that looked a bit like a cottage. An overgrown garden and another house was further back on the other side of the garden. Two brothers, two houses made sense. Well, if they’d been wanting families this property made a lot of sense. 

He gave you a brief tour of the house before suggesting that you got some sleep after being awake the whole flight. Your bedroom was beautiful and cozy. Large bed with big windows overlooking the trees and garden. You thought it would be worth staying with him just to stay in the house. Compared to your tiny cramped apartment in the heart of the city this was like Hogwarts. 

“Going to run to the shop, anything you need?” He came into the room with a large stack of fluffy folded towels. 

“Um - I can’t really think of anything right now.” You gave a big yawn.

“Alright, you tuck in, if you need anything my number is on the fridge, Lemon is across the way. You can ask him for anything. Don’t be shy.” He gave you a nod and then closed the door behind you. 

You opened your suitcase finding a long t-shirt and some clean panties. After cleaning up in the bathroom, you curled into the large bed and let sleep take you. 

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Waking up you stretched out in the bed. It took a while for everything to come back to you. You got the bedside lamp on and realized you’d slept for well over 8 hours. Most you’d slept in years. 

There was a glass of water on the table next to you and you gulped it down. You realized he must have come to check on you. 

You grabbed an oversized hoodie from your suitcase and decided to go grab a snack. Walking through the house was strange. The wooden floors were cold and you used your hands to trace along the walls trying to avoid putting a light on. You wondered which room was his, eventually finding the staircase. 

The light in the kitchen was on and you saw him sitting there at the island. A half-empty bottle of whiskey, face in his hands, in front of a laptop. Your instincts told you to go back to bed, who knew what he was like when he was drinking? He could be violent - maybe it was better to find that out now rather than later.

Memories of your childhood kept your feet planted on the bottom step of the staircase. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself forward. His eyes caught you immediately and you took in the large amount of shopping bags littered by the back door.

“Lot of stuff.” You watched him carefully, body on high alert. He laughed and you jumped a little at the sound. He held up a little packet from beside his laptop. 

“These fucking things are supposed to pop onto the sharp corners of furniture - banged my head enough times as a kid to know these puppies will be useful. Not that he’s just gonna come walking out of ya or anything. Guess some of this is a bit unnecessary for now.” He kept rambling about the different things he’d picked up based off of long-winded mothering blogs. 

“He?” You interrupted still keeping your distance. 

“Lord I hope so. This is already a fucking mess. The odds are against me, but a girl. Fuck off, I’d be out of here.” He sighed in defeat. 

“So you’ll only stay if it’s a boy then?” Your body pushed past flight and moved right into fight mode. He let out a cold laugh. 

“Your the only one who’s mentioned leaving. Not me.” He said watching you closely. 

“You literally just mentioned it.” You pushed back, and his eyes narrowed. 

“Well yeah, because you said you’d leave if I wasn't good enough.”  His words were sharp, his face hard. He crossed his arms over his chest, a sight that almost distracted you from the obvious. 

Suddenly looking around lots of things came into focus. Toys, a high chair, and books on the table. Some of which you had copies of on your shelves at home, he must have noticed your dilemma of leaving them behind when you were packing. Some were parenting books. You opened the fridge, impressed by its sheer size of it, overwhelmed by all the food. 

He already thought he was going to fuck up. You told him if he did, you’d take his kid away. A whole wack of emotions hit you and naturally, you started laughing. A high-pitched laugh that quickly turned into cry laughing. Quite possibly the least attractive thing someone could do. 

You wanted to explain what you’d meant on the plane but you were useless in the sea of feelings. You fought to breathe and you watched him come closer to you. The smell of whiskey hit you and you held your hands out defensively. 

“Fuck - Just.” you tried to take a deep breath. Not knowing what to do you tested the water by grabbing his hand, worried that he’d leave. His fingers closed around yours and you realized how much bigger his hands were. You tried to focus on that as opposed to how badly you were messing everything up. 

“My dad was a mean drunk. I don't know what you're like yet.” You said between big breaths, and you kept your eyes squeezed shut. His arms came around you and you let out a deep exhale.

“Bit of a flirt really.” He kissed the top of your head. “Now stop stressing out. Poor kid probably feels like they're in the middle of a spin cycle.” 

“Sorry.” Your hand went to your stomach hoping that wasn't the case. You looked up at him and watched him study your puffy features.

“I’m not worried about you struggling to be a parent. I - just don't know you? What if you're a creep? You fucking kill people for a living. I - what if you hit me? Or have weird fetishes? What if you hit the kid and scream all time? What if you have a drinking problem? What if everything becomes gang-related, guns, cocaine, strippers on the weekends?” You started hyperventilating again, getting stressed over your own accusations and fears, while seeking comfort in his body at the same time. 

“Only on the weekends?” He raised his eyebrows. You wiggled from his grasp and managed to sit down on the tiled floor. He came and sat across from you. 

“My stepdad.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “He was the first person we killed. Things got complicated and we got sucked into it professionally to avoid jail time.” 

“Why did you kill him?” You whispered. 

“Most of the things you’d listed earlier. He also hurt my mum, real bad.” The pain shadowing his features was felt in your bones.

“I’m sorry.” 

He nodded. 

“We only killed really bad people though. Sure there were a few folks caught in the collateral. But really bad folks.” 

“Okay no women and children or sex trade stuff?”

“Jesus no.” 

“Okay” You let out a long breath. “The money - Will it come back to us in a bad way?” 

“Nope. We were clever about it. There’s more than enough for us to not work.” 

“Oh.” 

“But you can do what you like.” He added quickly. 

“As for hitting. I get the feeling we came from the similar places?” 

You nodded. 

“Let’s spare Jr. then? Talk things out? Show ‘em what we think a good relationship should look like?” 

“Thats- what im hoping for.” 

He reached his hand out and you both shook on it. 

“So your dad hit you then?” 

“Me and my sister, nothing worse than that though.” You said flinching at the memories. He’d chilled out over the years but he’d got real mad when you’d come home with a kid in the making with no ring on your finger.

“Hm, so if I do something, obviously I’m not going to beat on you, but if something I do sets you off just tell me yeah?” 

“Thank you.” Tears stared to form in the corner of your eyes again. 

“Plus you have all the back up you’d ever need across the garden. Lemon loves to tell me off. If you went running to him, he’d handle it for you.” 

You laughed and looked around again. 

“Thanks for all the stuff?” You said trying not to laugh again. He chuckled. 

“May have gone a bit overboard.” 

“Don’t feel like I have to worry about it anymore though.” You smiled. He moved towards you slowly, placing his head in your lap, sprawling out on the floor. His hand coming up to rub your stomach. You wished you’d thought to put on pants but he didnt seem to be bothered by your body in the slightest. 

“Also back to the original point before the hysterics. I don’t know shit about little girls.” 

“You’ll learn.” You said knowing full well, if this was the person he was, she’d have him wrapped around her finger instantly. “We should also talk names at some point - preferably not fruit related.” He laughed and you felt the baby shift. You jumped grabbing his hand. You thought it was sweet that he tried to move away, assuming he’d upset you. Inseatd you forced his hand under your sweater to rest on the spot. Sure enough a little kick landed in the palm of his large hand. 

His face lit up and despite logic and your better judgement you fell for him. Hard. 

You realized your mistake a little too late. You tried to get up and failed, realizing you would have to go onto your side and then up onto your hands and knees to get up. While making your calculations you noticed his frame wrapping around you. He got you up in one swift motion.

You clung to him, eyes wide with surprise. He carried you like a princess back up to the bedroom. You got into bed grateful for the thick blankets. Thankfully, he went to sit on the other side of the bed. 

“I’m assuming your up for the day?” 

You nodded, looking out the window to see the sky start to brighten slightly. 

“So erm, in terms of this relationship. Do you want - more physical needs met or? What are your expectations?” He asked watching you carefully. Memories of your last entanglement flashed through your mind causing your face to flush.

“I’m interested in a relationship, yes.” 

“Good. I don’t like sharing.” He said sternly, looking slightly relieved. As if anyone else stood a chance. 

“Neither do I.” You gave him a coy smile enjoying the obvious effect it had on him. “Why did you believe me?” 

“About the kid?”

“Yeah.” 

“Babe, everything is written on your face clear as day. Plus Lemon always knows when people are lying. I would have heard you out and gotten it tested to be sure. But Lemon believes you.” He shrugged. 

“If everything is written on my face what do I think of you?” 

“You think I’m hot.” He chucked at your face turning red again. His finger ran along your cheek. “You’d like me to be the person I’m telling you I am.” 

“Bastard.” You breathed. 

“Don’t worry.” His hand ran down your arm making your breathing hitch. 

“About what?” you whispered. 

“I think you're hot too.” 

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Part three???

Reader gives birth - Tan's first moment with the baby? Uncle Lemon??

Probably going to write it even if no one wants it

Part Three

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Since you did the angst headcanons for Movie Shadow, do you have any sweet and wholesome ones, to even the scale?

Even the scale, you say? Challenge accepted.

Link to the angst headcanons if anyone is interested: LINK

Pre-Sonic 3

Before Maria had met him, Shadow had only used nonverbal expressions to communicate with Gerald and the other scientists. She helped him learn basic letters and numbers and even taught him how to speak by teaching how to say "yes" or "no" to questions, asking how he feels about an activity they did together, even finding his favorite type of music he likes to listen to with him humming along with the beat and singing the lyrics.

The start of Shadow’s addiction to coffee beans was completely on accident. Basically, Gerald left his unbrewed coffee on the counter, Shadow got curious, took a few of them, and nibbled on them. Next thing you know, the entire can was empty, and he was sitting on the floor trying to tear open the already empty can to get to the crumbs.

One of the reasons why the blanket tent was always up in the main room of Gerald's quarters was because Shadow liked to sleep underneath it whenever he would feel the need to sleep. The little nest of blankets and warm color glow of the lights brought him relaxing comfort to where he'll actually sleep soundly for a while. You'll just walk past it, and you could hear soft snoring and seeing his air shoes sticking out on the floor.

He used to go with the random dance sessions because it made Maria happy, but he actually did find the fun in it once they started dancing more and more as time went on.

Due to knowing how much being in the lab and being experimented on makes him feel depressed, Maria will try to get him out of them each time with her own plan. They wouldn't always work, but he was grateful when they would

After the notorious drawing Maria drew on his lab tube, he wanted to try and draw it as well and would practice drawing the shape and other details over and over until he matched Maria's drawing. Best to say, a lot of paper was used.

He absolutely dislikes laser pointers. Maria could never figure out why, but she tried to see what he thought, pointed the laser at the ground, and it sent him running away at near Mach speed to get away from it. Gerald tossed it out immediately afterward.

Even though he's not much of an eater for food in general, he will partake in Maria's annual snack heist. They would go and sneak into the kitchens when it's quiet and snatch whatever interests them and rush back to her room. Most of the stuff he would get was for her since he knew what her favorites were.

He is a bit of a cuddle bug, not too bad, but once Maria introduced him to the art of snuggles and cuddles, he will seek them out if he is touchstarved enough.

Shadow was the one who made the friendship bracelets Maria wears in the flashbacks. It took some difficulty due to his fingers being bigger, but he managed to get it down and gave it to her as a gift.

He is the #1 hide and seek champion on the base. Finding Maria was always easy and quick, but she always had trouble finding him due to him being able to hide pretty much anywhere. Although, there were times he would just walk closely in the back of her and move around her whenever she would move just because he found it humorous.

As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he loves it when Maria gives him forehead kisses. Whether it's in a tender way or an over-the-top goofy fashion, he likes the affection. Based on the artwork made by @butterflyscribbles

Another thing he likes to do is listen to the sounds of rain. Whenever he gets near the entrance of the facility or goes to a part of the site where he can hear it easily and would listen to it for as long as the rain would fall.

One of Shadow’s weaknesses that only Maria fortunately knew about was that he is pretty ticklish on his sides. She found out on complete accident, helping him try to brush his fur after he had trouble doing it himself.

He was confused about how it worked until she explained to the best of her ability on how it worked, with Gerald filling in the rest for him. Although she had successfully launched a few surprise attacks on him, he would launch a counterattack thanks to Gerald giving him some pointers if she ever tried to tickle him randomly.

Speaking of counterattacks, he totally raged waged war via popcorn after that one time she flicked a piece at him during their movie watch.

Post-Sonic 3

When he eventually recovers after the events of Sonic 3, he wanders around the countryside. Looking at landscapes of nature, watching the animals as they live in the environments and stargazing.

There were times he came upon small towns as he wandered and contemplated exposing himself to the humans, but decided against it due to him still not trusting anyone he fully knew from before.

He eventually makes his way into the state of Idaho and stays there for a while.

During this time, he ends up accidentally befriending a little stray cat after he sees it in an alley and swipes some meat from a nearby deli to give it some food. Due to this action, the kitty imprints on him almost instantly and doesn't leave him alone.

He tries to get it to leave him alone, even teleporting a far distance away from it so he doesn't have to harm it, but somehow the kitty ends up tracking him down and constantly stays by him.

Much to his genuine surprise, Shadow actually gets accustomed to the cat's company and decides to care for her at the best of his ability, even giving her the nickname of "Motor" due to her purring reminding him of a motorcycle engine.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by Trickster

Chapter Twenty-Two: I'm Sorry- Have You Met Me? I Have No Temperance

Prev/Next

A/N: Giggling and kicking my feet rn. I love Hermes and Polites so muchhhh

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1k

“What is happening?” You groaned, running your fingers through your annoyingly perfect hair. 

Hermes raised an eyebrow. You’d just spilled everything to him, and he hadn’t spoken once since. “Well, you’re turning into a goddess, Y/N.”

You stopped pacing your room to give him an expression that said, no shit, Sherlock.

Your mentor held up his hands in defense. “I’m as clueless as you,” he admitted. “I don’t know why this is happening, and, to be honest, I’m sorry for you.”

“Thanks,” you muttered, plopping down on your bed beside the god. “But what am I even the goddess of?”

Hermes stared at you like you were stupid. When you only gazed back, he sighed in exasperation. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re the goddess of the soul, Y/N. Humility, charity, chastity, kindness, temperance, patience, and diligence.” 

You froze, mouth and eyes wide open. “You’re joking.”

Hermes blinked.

“Kindness?” You demanded. “Temperance? Did it look like I murdered those sirens out of kindness and with self-restraint?” 

Hermes visibly flinched at your sharp tone. “Maybe I should go-”

“No,” you said, voice softening. You placed a hand on his forearm and looked into his eyes. “Please, Hermes. Stay.”

“I-” Hermes could barely remember how cocky he had been when he met you, struggling not to turn into a sputtering, blushing mess. “Uhm, yeah, I think I’ll stay.”

You smiled, leaning back. On instinct, Hermes sat behind you, laying your head down on his lap. You got a flashback to when you were suffering from the screams of the dead back in the Underworld, and Polites had done the same thing to calm you down. 

They say, ‘speak of the devil, and he will appear’, but it was as if the singular thought of Polites had summoned him. There was a knock at the door, and you frantically pushed yourself off of Hermes. 

“Y/N?” His muffled voice called. “Can I- can I come in?”

“Get out of here!” You whispered, pushing Hermes off of the bed. He hit the ground with a loud thump, not even bothering to catch himself, though you knew he was perfectly capable of doing so. “Hermes!” You said quietly. “Move!”

The gods’ eyes fluttered open, and he turned over to lay on his back, arms resting beneath his head, causing him to look completely relaxed. “What’s the rush, love?” Hermes asked loudly. Your heart sank; Polites had surely heard that. 

“Y/N?” Polites asked, softer this time. 

You scowled at the god on the floor, and he grinned up at you. You gave up with an annoyed sigh. “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and Polites slipped into the room, though he paused almost immediately. He stared down at Hermes with a look of utter confusion, eyes widening as they found sight of his winged shoes and caduceus that was propped up on the wall beside your bed. 

“Hey, Polites!” You greeted cheerfully. 

Hermes’s eyes narrowed, and you didn’t miss the mood change. 

“I- er- Lord Hermes!” Polites said with a bow. “I… didn’t expect to see you here.”

With a sudden burst of intuition, you leaned over the edge of the bed, trying to reach a hand over Hermes’ mouth- but you were too late. “Y’know, just helping Y/N with her ‘turning into a goddess’ situation.”

You groaned, putting your head in your hands. You felt Polites’s gaze burning into your skin. 

“What?” He asked.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Hermes said smoothly. “Y/N is the new goddess of the soul. An immortal is currently traveling with your crew- a great honour.”

Polites gave you a look of complete betrayal, and you thought he was about to start lecturing you about how you should trust him with stuff like this, but instead, Polites’s gaze hardened. “Does Eurylochus know?” 

“Eurylochus?” You allowed yourself a small chuckle. “No. I only told Odysseus and Hermes.”

Polites blinked. “If you don’t mind me asking… Why Hermes?”

“He was kinda my mentor.”

“‘Kinda’?” Hermes demanded, placing a hand to his chest dramatically. “That hurts, Sunshine. I taught you so much!”

“You left me without a lesson for a month,” you deadpanned. You turned your attention back to Polites. “Listen, Polites,” you started. “No one else has to know.”

“Are you joking?” Polites burst out. “The whole crew would worship you even more than they do now! There would be sacrifices- and, and, feasts, and-”

“Worship me more than they already do?” You interrupted. “What does that mean?”

Hermes and Polites looked at each other, and then to you. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?” They both asked at the same time.

“You’re literally glowing, Y/N,” Polites added.

You held your arms out in front of you, annoyance flashing across your features as you saw the rosy aura around them. “No.”

Hermes rose to his feet gracefully, going to sit beside you. He put a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” His usual arrogant tone was laced with genuine regret. “Duties call.” And then he was gone, vanishing without a trace. 

Polites tilted his head as if contemplating something. “Alright,” he finally said. “I’ll keep your secret.”

Your shoulders slumped in relief, your arms returning to your sides. “Thank you, Polites.”

He smiled, understanding in his gaze. “Do you want to be alone?”

You nodded silently, and your friend exited the room. 

Polites shut your door behind him, but his thoughts still lingered in there. Hermes, who had called you ‘love’. Hermes, who had sent you glances throughout the whole conversation.

Hermes, who was obviously infatuated with you.

Polites could hardly compete with Eurylochus, forget a god. But he had to try. Aphrodite had faith in him, and he had to have faith in himself. 

He didn’t know what more he could do.

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IN WHICH : chris cheats on his girlfriend during the summer with a girl named augustine..

⟡ ݁₊ . BETTYS POV ⟡ ݁₊ .

present time

i’ve always felt lonely, yeah i had friends but did they think of me like that? not really. except for chris. he is was the only one who made me feel seen, showed me off to everyone around him and made it seem like i was the most valuable thing in the world. he made sure that i knew i was important, until last summer.

flashback one

betty and chris lay on his bed, betty’s head is on his chest listening to his heart beat and slow breathing. his hold hands snaked on her back, as he ran his hand up and down showing a slightness of affection. her vanilla shampoo and conditioner filled his nostrils, and made him feel warm or safe like. “chris im so happy i have you.” she blurted out randomly, catching him off guard.

he chuckled out of her randomness, “im glad i have you baby.” he said squeezing her side very lightly making her smile. “no like, you make me feel something ive never had before,” she pauses and looks up at him through her mascara eyelashes, “my entire life i’ve been second best. but now i’ve met you, i finally feel important.” finishing while looking back down away from him scared for how he’s going to react to her honesty.

“you’re always going to be number one to me, nothing will ever change that.” he said so softly.

flashback two

chris and betty sat together on her front porch, the moonlight shining down on the two lovers. his arm was around her shoulder as her head nuzzled in his neck. betty let out a deep sigh, “what’s wrong b?” chris asked her while rubbing her shoulder as a way to comfort the girl.

she bit the inside of her cheeks before speaking, “im just upset you won’t be here all summer and you come back during september… that’s too long.” she whispered the last part. chris took a deep breath realizing that she was right. he leaves tomorrow morning and won’t get to see betty for 3 months. “i know… it really is long. but i’ll call you everyday and buy you lots of gifts to make up for it.”

betty giggled knowing that nothing can really go bad, can it? the ‘what if’s’ circled in her head, “you promise not to grow distant from me?” betty questions while holding out her pinky. chris sarcastically rolled his eyes at her while taking his free finger and connecting it with hers, “id never.” while going in to kiss her forehead.

flashback three

it’s been about a month and a half since chris left. for the first weeks of him being away he did stick to his promise, he called her after every long day and texted her while he was out sending her pictures of where he was and what he was doing. but then as of lately he hasn’t been doing it.

yes he would text betty but the calls completely stopped. betty didn’t want to overthink it because she trusted chris, she knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her…

but as weeks went by and it hit the 2 month mark of chris being away, the texts were delayed or even dead silent. nothing. betty tried leaving him messages to see how he was doing but all that shined on her phone reflecting back to her was “READ”

betty didn’t have anybody to talk to this with? she didn’t have any best friends, she didn’t have siblings and most of all she wasn’t close with her parents. now with chris ghosting her, betty was completely alone. all she had was her mind and hurtful thoughts. she would think to herself, “chris would never”, “he promised not to do anything to hurt me?” and so on. her thoughts of chris engraved inside of her, the ideas of him randomly ghosting her made her feel physical pain to her chest, but she was unsure on what that feeling was.

while betty was laying on her bed, the soft comforter wrapped around her body acting as if someone were to hold her so tightly. she feels the vibration of her phone buzz, her heart jumped. “is it chris?” she would think to herself, rushing to grab her phone and check the notification. she was wrong.. it was inez, a girl in her school she’s somewhat friends with.

betty’s pounding heart stopped. she felt as if her heart fell down to the bottom of the earth. she stared at the photo that illuminated her dark room, pressing on the image and making it full screen. looking at the picture felt like an eternity, the picture blurred out in her vision due to tears building in her brown eyes. her tears fall down onto the screen, her shoulders shake up and down, and her breathing is unsteady. the bright phone light turned off and left her in the dark once again, she slammed her head back into the pillow as she shoved her face in her hands.

flashback four

“i didn’t mean to!” chris defended himself to the crying girl. chris had came back from his trip and visited betty, but betty did not want to see him. “what do you mean ‘didn’t mean to’ chris!” she raised her shaky voice at him feeling the anger boil up. “you definitely did mean to do that.” she said with warm tears spilling down.

chris felt his heart break as he watched betty break right in front of him. “baby you know i only want you!” chris practically pleaded out, feeling that he couldn’t physically lose his girlfriend. “don’t call me that, i stopped being your baby when you decided to go sleep with that girl. im done chris, never speak to me again.” she said pivoting around into her house and slamming the front door right in his face.

he stood there unable to move. he knew what he did wrong, he knew the pain he’s causing. while standing on his now ex girlfriend’s porch his phone started buzzing. augustine was calling, he swiped to accept the call.

minutes later, chris ended up in the back seat of her car, making out with his summer fling right infront of betty’s home.

mellys note! sorry if this was super rushed 🥲 i hope u guys loveee and be so prepared for august cuz i have been COOKING

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[Nokto] Love's Cleaning Time - Part 3

Part 2

Emma: Could that man perhaps––

Emma: Resemble the person I love?

The shopkeeper blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter.

Bookstore owner: So that's how you're going to play it. I see, there's no gag order on that question.

Bookstore owner: I'll just say they resemble each other.

(Just as I thought... All those books were sent by Nokto.)

*flashback over*

(After that, I actually tried to press Nokto for answers, but...)

(I reconsidered and stopped, thinking he might have a reason for wanting to keep it a secret.)

(But now... I wonder if I can subtly ask him about it.)

Keeping my eyes on the books I was holding, I voiced the question that came to mind.

Emma: Even so, every single book that arrived was interesting.

Emma: They were all full of love amidst the sadness, and I reread them many times.

Emma: It must have taken a long time to choose them, Nokto, right?

(...I wonder if this kind of rudimentary, leading question is no good...)

While my heart pounded, I tried to maintain a calm facade...

Nokto: Well, yeah. But it wasn't such a bad way to spend my time, surprisingly.

Emma: Eh...?

I hurriedly looked up at his unexpectedly straightforward answer, but Nokto was looking at me with his usual relaxed smile.

Nokto: The person who sent them probably thinks it wasn't such a bad way to spend their time.

Emma: I asked that question to Nokto just now, right?

Nokto: That's right. So I just answered on behalf of the person who sent them.

Emma: That doesn't seem to make sense...

Nokto: So, let's say you've figured out that I'm the one who sent the books. What are you going to do about it?

Nokto: It was so long ago, and now there's no evidence.

(It's true there's no evidence, but I did hear that story at the bookstore.)

(Nokto's reply just now, maybe this is the final push...!)

My heart races with the premonition that this time, I might be able to hear the truth from his own mouth.

Emma: But whoever the sender is, I'm very grateful.

Emma: Back then, my life had changed completely, and I was so busy learning that I couldn't even go to the bookstore to carefully choose books.

Emma: Rio, Sariel, Leon, and the others were worried about me. It was really a good way for me to take a break.

Emma: Around the time I started to get used to palace life, I went around to bookstores in town to make up for lost time.

Nokto: You know, there was that day when you went out to browse bookstores on your day off and didn't come back until evening.

Emma: Was there...?

Nokto: Oh, you don't remember? I was waiting for you to come home, crying sadly.

Emma: ...Were you really crying?

Nokto: Now, who knows?

Emma: Honestly...

A smile naturally spreads across my face at Nokto's teasing reply, which hasn't changed since those days.

Emma: But it's true that I might have been going around bookstores from morning till night. The bookstores in town have slightly different selections, you know.

Emma: Oh, speaking of which, the owner of the bookstore near the fountain praised Nokto's taste in alcohol.

Emma: He was impressed that you even knew about rare alcohol. How did you learn about his taste in alcohol?

Nokto: How, you ask? Well, that's...

Nokto: ......

After a moment of silence, Nokto gave a small smile as if admitting defeat.

Nokto: Hmm, it seems difficult to recover from this.

(...!)

Nokto: You've become quite the negotiator, haven't you?

Emma: So then, could it be...?

Nokto: You win this time. Trying to trick me like that, you're pretty good, aren't you?

Finally arriving at the answer, I smiled, suppressing the urge to jump for joy on the spot.

Emma: I'm growing thanks to you, Nokto. I was pretty natural, wasn't I?

Nokto: Just a little. Well, I admit you did your best, but...

Nokto: I've got a bone to pick with that bookstore owner. I bribed him, and yet he still gave you information.

Emma: He didn't tell me it was Nokto.

Emma: I just asked, "Doesn't he resemble the person I love?"

Nokto: Ah, so that's how it is.

Nokto: When you first came to the palace, you were a stiff, serious girl. When did you become so cunning?

As Nokto chuckled and sighed, I asked him what I had always wanted to know.

Emma: Why didn't you tell me back then that you were the one sending the gifts?

Nokto: Why, indeed? Just a whim, I suppose?

Not satisfied with that answer, I stared up at Nokto.

Nokto: So, would it sound more plausible if I said that giving books as gifts isn't really my style?

Nokto's evasiveness triggered an intuition, a gut feeling.

Emma: It sounds plausible, but that's not the real reason, is it?

Emma: The me from back then might have believed that, but it won't work on me now, the one who knows Nokto inside and out.

Nokto: Oh? That's a nice thing to say.

Emma: Could it be that you were too embarrassed to say so, Nokto?

I thought I was getting close, but Nokto's expression didn't change.

Nokto: No way. I said it was just on a whim, didn't I?

Emma: But to give me that many books on a whim...

Nokto: If it makes you happy, it's a small price to pay, right?

Emma: ! Nokto...

Nokto: Right now, I'd rather focus on getting back at you for tricking me than dwell on the past.

Emma: Eh... Ah!

Nokto placed the books he had received on a nearby table.

Then, he smoothly pulled my arm and pushed me onto the bed.

Emma: Getting back at me? But I told you just now that I'm still cleaning!

Nokto: Of course I'm interrupting you. Getting back at you is my top priority.

Emma: Wait... Nn, ah!

Nokto's hand entered my skirt without hesitation, and my body trembled with a shiver at the sensation of his fingers caressing my inner thigh.

(No, if this continues, I'll be swept away again. At least...)

Before our lips could touch, I lightly grasped Nokto's shoulder as if to stop him.

Emma: I... have one thing I want to confirm.

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Part 4

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Checkmate ( Book 3 of 3: BTR Series ) a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 4: Everlong pt. 2

Flashback: May 24th, 2025 – 12:13 PM

The yacht drifted smoothly across the sparkling water, the sun casting a golden glow over everything. The air was warm, and the atmosphere was electric with laughter, music, and the sounds of good times being had all around.

Jey, with a wild grin on his face, shouted out, “HOLY SHIT, THIS IS BADASS!” His voice carried across the deck as the hired captain, smiling at Jey’s enthusiasm, handed over the wheel. The boys were nearby, beers in hand, nodding in approval as Jey took the yacht’s helm like a pro. Their laughter mixed with the sound of the waves crashing against the boat.

The girls, meanwhile, were scattered across the deck, sunbathing and enjoying the gorgeous day. Rhea, lounging in her chair with her sunglasses perched on her nose, caught sight of her husband’s antics. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. “Men…” she muttered, her voice full of affectionate amusement.

Liv, lying on a towel, glanced up and caught Dom, camera in hand, ready to snap a selfie. “My golden retriever,” Liv said with a laugh, shaking her head at Dom’s always playful nature. Dom caught her eye, flashing a cheesy grin before snapping another picture.

Trinity and Galina, taking in the sun, noticed Jonathan and Joe standing together, arms around each other’s shoulders, both taking a selfie at the same time. The bond between them was evident, the two brothers in arms enjoying the day to the fullest. Trinity raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Look at those two,” she commented, shaking her head in disbelief at the wholesome display.

Kayden, who had been quietly enjoying the day, suddenly looked up as she saw Damian—true to his dad form—taking photos of the water, as if the ocean was his personal muse. “Damian, really?” Kayden muttered, a small laugh escaping her lips. Damian didn’t even glance up, too focused on capturing the perfect shot. Kayden just rolled her eyes, her smirk never fading. Almia looked up to see Joseph speaking with the captain about how to obtain a boating license.

Across the deck, Dahlia was enjoying the moment too, but when she looked up, she saw Isayah holding a bottle of Patron, tilting his head back to take a shot. He caught her gaze and raised an eyebrow with a playful grin. “Cheers,” he said, winking at her. Dahlia chuckled and raised her glass in return, giving him a thumbs-up.

The song Everlong by Foo Fighters filled the air, giving the whole atmosphere a smooth, carefree vibe. It was a perfect song for a perfect day, and the energy on the yacht was as high as the spirits everyone was drinking.

Jey, feeling the moment, decided it was time to take a break from the wheel. He handed the controls to Jon, who was more than happy to take over, and made his way down the deck toward Rhea. With a grin, he jumped down onto the lower deck where she was lounging, leaning down to kiss her.

Rhea smirked as she looked up at him. “You enjoying the moment up there, Seabiscuit?” she teased, tilting her sunglasses to look at him with a sly grin.

“Fuck yeah, my babymamma did good,” Jey replied, his voice full of admiration and pride. He leaned in for another, more intimate kiss, letting it linger for a moment before pulling back. He whispered a sweet nothing into her ear that made Rhea’s heart flutter.

Just as they were lost in their moment, Trinity called out with a playful tone, “Okay, go back up there with all the testosterone.”

Jey rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he said with a laugh. He kissed Rhea one last time, a brief but loving peck on her lips, and then pulled away. “Love you, mami.”

Rhea smirked, swatting him on the butt as he turned to head back up the ladder. “Rhea!” Jey exclaimed, clearly caught off guard by the playful gesture.

The girls burst into laughter, Rhea’s grin wide as she watched him climb back up to join the guys. She couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth in her chest. The day was perfect, and with Jey by her side, it felt like the world was theirs.

As the laughter died down, Dahlia took a deep breath, deciding it was time to join the conversation. She’d been quiet for a while, but now, she felt comfortable enough to ask a question that had been on her mind. She glanced at Rhea and hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

“So, how far along are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Dahlia inquired, trying to gauge the size of Rhea’s baby bump.

Rhea smiled, gently placing a hand on her stomach. “I think about 26, 27 weeks—almost thirty, I know for sure,” she replied, her tone light. “It just looks like I’m about to pop because of these Samoan genes.” She let out a small chuckle, as if she were used to the jokes about her baby bump being so prominent.

Trinity, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, added her own experience, “I just had a set of twins early, and I looked like her at only 20 weeks.”

Dahlia’s eyes widened. “That’s wild,” she said, impressed by Trinity’s story.

Rhea laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, I guess we just carry them big,” she said with a wink. “So how far along are you?” she asked, leaning in slightly as if to offer Dahlia a safe space.

Dahlia hesitated for a second, but then realized Rhea wasn’t prying. Rhea seemed genuine, and Trinity was nodding along like she understood. “What do you mean?” Dahlia responded, a little confused.

“You don’t have to hide it from us,” Rhea said gently, nodding at the glass Dahlia was holding. “Sprite and cranberry juice? Classic pregnant woman combo.” Her tone was warm, not judgmental, just friendly and curious.

Trinity chimed in, a grin tugging at her lips. “Me and Rhea drank the hell out of that combo when we were pregnant together.”

Liv, who had been sitting back, smirked. “Now it’s just me and Rhea and you, girl. Looks like we’re in the same club now.” She gave Dahlia a knowing wink.

Dahlia’s eyes softened, realizing that the group was being genuinely supportive. She took a deep breath before admitting, “Well, I’m about 12 weeks now.”

Trinity grinned. “I figured,” she said, nodding with a knowing look.

Dahlia bit her lip nervously, glancing at the girls. “Y’all are not gonna’ judge me?”

Rhea shook her head firmly. “Why would we judge you?” she asked, her voice comforting. “We’ve all had our own journeys.”

Dahlia hesitated but then sighed. “Well… I got pregnant after one date.” She looked down, her cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

Trinity leaned in, her eyes soft with understanding. “We are the last people to be judging you,” she said sincerely. “Trust me, girl, we’ve all been there.”

Liv, who always had a blunt way of speaking, added, “Dom’s younger than me.”

Rhea smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Me and Jey had a whole ass affair that resulted in me getting pregnant the first time around,” she said casually, her tone not hiding any of the past’s complexities but accepting them as part of her story.

Dahlia looked up at Rhea, her eyes wide. “Wow,” she whispered, clearly surprised by Rhea’s honesty.

Kayden, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up. “All of us have had our flaws,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m the only one without a kid, dating the man who’s not a dad, but a dad.” Her eyes met Dahlia’s with a soft smile, as if assuring her that no one was perfect in their relationships.

Galina, who had been quiet and observing, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, if anything, you should judge us.” She chuckled softly, her gaze filled with warmth and understanding.

Almia, always the more reflective one, added her own thoughts. “We all have something that’s off within our relationships,” she said thoughtfully. “If you and Isayah didn’t, we’d probably label you guys as the most normal couple.” She gave a knowing laugh, as if to say that perfection didn’t exist, and they all understood that.

Dahlia felt a wave of relief wash over her, the weight of her insecurities about her situation dissipating in the face of the group’s understanding. The women around her weren’t judging her—they were sharing their own stories, showing that they were all in this together, no matter what their individual paths had been.

She smiled softly, feeling the bond of sisterhood solidify as they all leaned in closer, a newfound sense of camaraderie settling over the group.

As the laughter died down, the mood on the yacht lightened even more. The upbeat sound of FNF by GloRilla blasted from the speakers, filling the air with energy. Trinity, who was always up for a good time, grinned as she leaned back in her chair, belting out the lyrics with full confidence.

“And I’m S-I-N-G-L-E again!” she sang, throwing her arms up dramatically as she swayed to the beat. “Outside hangin’ out the window with my ratchet-ass friends!”

Galina, caught up in the fun, immediately joined in, her voice smooth as she harmonized with Trinity, both of them singing loud and proud. The rest of the girls laughed and clapped along, some of them even trying to keep up with the lyrics.

The fun was interrupted when Jonathan, who had been lounging near the railing, leaned over dramatically and shouted, “EXCUSE ME?! LAST I CHECKED, WE WERE MARRIED?!” Pointing to the gold band on his ring finger.

Joe, not one to be left out, added in with a mock serious tone, “GALINA ANOA’I, WE JUST RENEWED OUR VOWS!”

The girls erupted into a burst of laughter at their husbands’ mock indignation, while Jonathan continued to shake his head in exaggerated disbelief. “We are changing it because you all don’t know how to act right.”

Liv, ever the independent spirit, threw her hands up and laughed. “I AIN’T APART OF THIS!” she joked, clearly not buying into the whole drama.

Rhea, now cracking a grin, shot Jonathan a look. “WHEN DID I SING?” she asked, feigning confusion, as she adjusted her sunglasses and leaned back, thoroughly amused.

Jonathan, not missing a beat, grinned mischievously and hit the button on the music system, switching the track to P.I.M.P by 50 Cent. The bass thudded, and Jonathan pointed a finger in the air as he announced, “WE ALL PIMPS UP HERE!”

Jey, always ready to rib his twin but with a smile on his face, yelled back, “I’m happily married to the very pregnant lady down there!” He gave Rhea a teasing wink.

Rhea, never missing a beat, shot back with a smirk, “You could just say wife, Jey.”

The entire group burst into laughter once again, everyone enjoying the playful banter. The mood on the yacht was light, filled with love and laughter, as the sound of P.I.M.P continued to play, and the day stretched on with the group enjoying each other’s company on the open water.

The sound of footsteps interrupted the group’s laughter as one of the servers appeared from below deck with a big smile. “Ladies, the snack table is all set up and ready for you!” she called out, gesturing towards the indoor dining area.

Trinity, always eager for a good time, stood up quickly and reached for Rhea’s hand, helping her up from the lounger. “Come on, Mama, let’s get you to that food,” she teased, giving Rhea a wink.

Galina, ever the supportive friend, was right there with them, offering Rhea a hand as well. “Don’t want you missing out on any of this, Rhea,” she said, grinning as they made their way toward the dining area.

As they walked into the spacious dining room, the girls gasped collectively at the sight before them. The table was a feast for the eyes—loaded with every kind of snack imaginable. Chips, dip, fruit platters, cheese boards, a variety of sandwiches, and even a giant tower of donuts that seemed to glow under the soft lighting.

Rhea, eyes wide with excitement, couldn’t help herself. “OH MY GOD YES!” she exclaimed, as if she’d just stepped into a dream. She looked at Trinity and Galina, her excitement palpable. “This is heaven! I could live here!”

Trinity laughed and playfully pushed Rhea toward the table. “Go ahead, mama, get your snacks. You deserve it.”

Galina chuckled, too. “At least you’re honest about it,” she said, nudging Rhea gently with her elbow.

The girls dove into the snack spread, grabbing everything in sight. Rhea took a bit longer, taking her time to make sure she grabbed all her cravings, from the chips and salsa to the chocolate-covered pretzels. She turned to Trinity and Galina, grinning. “This is what I’ve been waiting for!”

The other girls were already halfway through the snacks, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The yacht was alive with chatter and joy, and Rhea couldn’t help but soak in the peaceful moments, knowing this time with her friends and family was exactly what she needed.

As Dahlia continued to nibble on a donut, savoring the sweet flavors, her curiosity got the best of her, and she turned to Trinity. “So, you had twin boys or girls?” she asked, her eyes lighting up with interest.

Trinity’s face immediately softened, her smile widening as she pulled out her phone. “Twin boys,” she said proudly, showing Dahlia the picture of herself with her two sons. “Jarrell and Judah.”

Dahlia smiled warmly at the photo, impressed by the bond Trinity had with her little ones. “They’re adorable!” she exclaimed, pointing to the screen. “You look so happy.”

Trinity grinned, nodding. “Right now, Jon’s parents are staying with us to help take care of them for a bit. It’s been a real blessing.”

“That sounds great,” Dahlia replied, her voice sincere. “It’s so nice to have such a good support system.”

Trinity took a bite of her sandwich, then paused, noticing the shift in Dahlia’s demeanor. “Was your mom excited when she found out you were pregnant?” she asked gently.

Dahlia’s mood faltered in an instant. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and her smile faded. “Ugh… my mom’s dead,” she said quietly, the weight of her words hanging in the air.

Trinity’s face softened immediately, and she reached out to take Dahlia’s hand. “Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry,” she said with genuine concern.

Dahlia shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the sadness. “No worries. She gave me up when I was a baby, and I never had any contact with her until I had to apply for school, by then I was informed she overdosed.”

Trinity’s heart broke for Dahlia, and without thinking twice, she set down her plate, got up, and pulled Dahlia into a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry, my girl,” she whispered, holding her close. “You’re not alone anymore. You’ve got me, you’ve got all of us. And if you need anything, you let me or any of the girls know, okay? We’ve got you.”

Dahlia was taken aback at first, not used to receiving that kind of compassion. She hesitated, but then allowed herself to fully relax into the hug. For the first time in a long while, she felt safe, seen, and cared for.

“Thank you, Trinity,” Dahlia whispered, her voice cracking slightly as she fought back the tears. “I really appreciate it.”

Trinity held her tighter, not letting go. “You don’t ever have to thank us, girl. We’re family now. And family looks out for each other.”

Rhea nodded, her eyes softening as she thought back to the dark time in her life. “Yeah, truly,” she said, her voice steady. “Trinity was a lifesaver when I was going through my shit with my ex-husband at the time. She didn’t have to do anything, but she opened up her home to me and Jey when everything went south. It meant the world to me.”

Dahlia’s eyes widened, clearly moved by the story. “How did you do it, Rhea?” she asked softly, curiosity and empathy in her voice.

Rhea leaned back in her chair, smiling slightly as she reflected. “It wasn’t hard, honestly,” she said. “When you’ve got someone like Trinity who’s genuinely there for you, it’s easy to trust and lean on them.”

Trinity laughed lightly, her eyes glinting with fondness. “It really wasn’t,” she agreed. “But I like to say we became the best of friends through it all. That’s what I love about Rhea. She’s tough as nails, but she’s also got the biggest heart. We looked out for each other.”

“Don’t forget about me, mam!” Liv chimed in from across the table, throwing a playful wink toward Rhea. “I was there too, you know!”

The table erupted into laughter, and Rhea rolled her eyes affectionately. “Of course I haven’t forgotten about you, Liv,” she teased. “You were the one keeping me sane with your insane energy.”

As the laughter settled, Almia, Galina, and Kayden exchanged a look, sensing a shift in the conversation. Almia raised an eyebrow. “Ugh, are we minced meat now?” she asked, her voice laced with a touch of playful jealousy.

Galina smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Seriously, is everyone just going to skip over us?” she added, casting a sidelong glance at Kayden, who was clearly enjoying the conversation but still felt a little left out.

Kayden chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m not gonna lie, I do feel a little neglected,” she teased, her eyes twinkling. “But I guess you two are just the best at making it about you, huh?”

Rhea, Trinity, and Liv all burst out laughing at Kayden’s comment, the playful energy flowing through the group. “You guys are never minced meat!” Rhea said, wiping a tear from her eye as she caught her breath. “You all are just as much a part of this as the rest of us. We’ve all been there for each other in different ways.”

Trinity nodded. “Exactly. We’re family, and family supports each other no matter what. We wouldn’t be who we are without all of you.” She smiled warmly at the three women who had momentarily felt left out.

Almia, Galina, and Kayden exchanged smiles, their tension melting away. “Alright, alright,” Galina said with a grin. “I guess we can share the spotlight. But we’re still watching you two,” she added, pointing teasingly at Rhea and Trinity.

Rhea winked. “Fair enough. We’ve got a lot of love to go around.”

The energy in the room shifted as the men filed into the dining area, drawn by Dominik’s gleeful shout of “DONUTS!” He was already stacking a plate high with various treats, his excitement infectiously endearing.

The girls couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, while the guys began gravitating toward the snack table like moths to a flame. Soon, the entire group was gathered around, their chatter blending into a warm hum of camaraderie.

Jey slid his arm around Rhea’s waist, pulling her close as he leaned down to kiss her temple. “I think you did good with today,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with pride.

Rhea smiled, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him. “We’re just getting started,” she said, a spark of excitement in her tone. She leaned in and kissed him softly, their connection evident to everyone in the room.

Liv, standing nearby, shook her head with a smirk. “You two are disgustingly cute. Get a room!”

Jey shot her a playful glare. “You’re just mad because you’re not part of this cute.”

“I’m adorable all on my own, thank you very much,” Liv shot back, eliciting a round of laughter from the group.

Dominik, his mouth full of donuts, pointed to Liv and mumbled, “She’s right. She’s a whole mood.”

Trinity, holding a plate stacked with fruit and cheese, chimed in. “Let’s be honest, this group is one big, chaotic mood.”

Joe grinned as he leaned against the table, popping a grape into his mouth. “That’s what makes it work. Controlled chaos is kind of our thing.”

“Controlled?” Kayden raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I think we’re just straight-up chaos.”

Rhea laughed, her hand resting on her bump as she leaned into Jey’s embrace. “Either way, I think we’ve nailed the whole ‘family dynamic’ thing.”

“Agreed,” Almia added with a grin. “And clearly, Dahlia’s already fitting right in.”

Dahlia, who had been quietly observing, felt a warm blush creep up her cheeks. “Thanks, you guys. I’m honestly glad to be here. This… this is new for me, but it feels good.”

“Damian.. how do you say to the family in Spanish?”

“POR LA FAMILIA.” Damian enunciated.

Jey raised his bottle of water in a toast. “Por la familia,” he said, his voice steady and confident.

The group raised their glasses, bottles, and plates, their cheers blending together in a celebration of the unique bond they shared. Rhea’s smile widened as she rested her head against Jey’s shoulder, feeling a deep sense of belonging as she glanced around the room.

This was her family. Flawed, chaotic, and absolutely perfect.

—

As the sun softly set, painting the horizon in hues of gold and orange, Rhea leaned back in her chair, savoring the moment. She snapped one last picture of Jon and Jey together before setting her phone down. A gentle breeze carried the sound of Bull Riding by That Mexican OT, blasting loud through the speakers. The much younger cousin, Isayah, had taken over the playlist, much to Dominik’s delight as they bonded over their shared love of Texas rap.

Throughout the yacht, the group had dispersed, finding their own spots to relax. Some were still mingling around the snack table, others lounging on the sun-soaked deck, but up on the main deck, Trinity, Jon, Jey, and Rhea lingered together in the quiet glow of the evening.

Trinity sighed, glancing at the horizon before turning her attention back to Jon. “I hope the twins are okay,” she said, a trace of motherly worry in her voice.

Jon reached over, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “They’ll be fine, Trin. Mom and Pops have everything under control. You know how much they love those boys.”

Trinity nodded, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Yeah, you’re right. I just miss them already, that’s all.”

Rhea, her hands resting on her baby bump, looked between them with a thoughtful expression. “Ain’t it crazy?” she murmured, her gaze drifting toward the water.

Jon raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat. “What’s crazy, Rhea?”

Rhea hesitated for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. “Just a few months ago… I was taking shelter in you guys’ little home in Orlando,” she said, her voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and gratitude. “And now here we are… on a fucking yacht, surrounded by people who’ve supported me and Jey through everything.”

Jey, who had been quietly listening, reached over to take her hand, his thumb gently rubbing over her knuckles. “It’s been a hell of a ride, huh, mami?”

She smiled at him, her eyes shining with emotion. “Yeah, it really has. I don’t know what I would’ve done without y’all.”

Trinity leaned forward, her voice warm and sincere. “You don’t have to thank us, Rhea. That’s what family does. We take care of each other, no matter what.”

Jon nodded in agreement, a grin spreading across his face. “Exactly. And besides, you and Jey are worth it. Look at how far y’all have come. This right here? This is just the beginning.”

Rhea glanced at Jey, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. “Yeah,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “The beginning of something amazing.”

The four of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of laughter and music from below blending with the gentle rhythm of the waves. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in vibrant streaks of pink and purple, Rhea couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace.

This was her life now—a life filled with love, family, and hope for the future. And for the first time in a long time, she truly believed she deserved it.

“WE GOT KARAOKE HOOKED UP!” Joe’s booming voice carried over the deck, instantly grabbing everyone’s attention as the music cut off. The chatter quieted, and all eyes turned toward him.

Jey chuckled and helped Rhea to her feet, supporting her as they made their way down to the main dining area. Trinity and Jon trailed close behind, both wearing amused smiles. The dining table, still scattered with remnants of dinner—half-eaten burgers, sandwiches, and a stray chip or two—was pushed aside to clear space for the impromptu performance.

Liv shot her hand up enthusiastically. “I call first!” she exclaimed, already moving toward the makeshift stage area.

Joe grinned, holding out the microphone as he unraveled its cord. “Alright, Mrs. Future Mysterio!” he teased, his tone full of playful mockery.

Dominik, sitting nearby with his feet kicked up on a chair, pumped his fist into the air. “I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!” he called out, earning laughter from the crowd.

Joe turned back to Liv, raising an eyebrow. “Alright, what’s your song, ma’am? What will you be performing for the beautiful and extended members of the Bloodline tonight?”

Liv pointed excitedly at the screen. “Oh, that one!” she said with a big grin, bouncing on her heels.

Joe squinted at the selection, then smirked. “Fair enough,” he said as he pressed a button on the console. The opening notes of Levitating by Dua Lipa blared through the speakers.

Liv immediately grabbed the mic and started to sing, her energy infectious as she bounced along with the beat. “If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy, and I can take you for a ride…”

The room erupted into cheers and laughter as she twirled dramatically, pointing the microphone at Dominik during the “Milky Way” line. Without missing a beat, Dominik stood up, grabbing an imaginary mic, and joined her for the duet.

“You want me, I want you, baby, my sugarboo, I’m levitating…” they belted out together, their voices not exactly harmonizing but endearing nonetheless.

Rhea, who had settled into a chair with Jey’s arm around her shoulders, pulled out her phone and started recording. She giggled as Liv and Dominik dramatically pointed at each other during the “moonlight” line, their over-the-top performance drawing applause and howls of laughter from everyone.

“This is gold,” Rhea said, glancing up at Jey with a grin as she held her phone steady. “Pure gold. I’m sending this to Liv later.”

Jey chuckled, leaning down to kiss her temple. “You better tag Dom, too. He deserves this level of exposure.”

Trinity and Jon were clapping along, clearly entertained, while Joe stood off to the side, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “So proud of you two!” he shouted, his voice heavy with fake emotion.

When the song ended, Liv and Dominik both struck a dramatic pose, earning a standing ovation from the crowd. Liv curtsied while Dominik bowed deeply, their grins stretching from ear to ear.

Joe grabbed the mic again. “Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Mr. and Mrs. Almost Mysterio!” he announced with exaggerated flair, earning another round of cheers and whistles.

Jey leaned into Rhea’s ear and whispered, “What do you think—should we take a turn?”

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “Oh no. I am way too pregnant for that nonsense. But I’m totally here for watching everyone else make fools of themselves.”

Jey grinned, pulling her closer. “Fair enough, mami. Let’s see who’s brave enough to go next.”

“MY TURN!” Kayden shouted, practically yanking the mic out of Joe’s hand.

Joe chuckled as he handed her the song list. “Alright, pick your poison,” he said with a smirk.

Kayden scanned the options, her finger stopping at one of the titles. “This one!” she announced confidently.

Joe raised an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh. “Teenage Dream by Katy Perry? Bold choice.”

Rhea, seated with Jey on a nearby couch, immediately burst out laughing. “Oh my lord!” she said, covering her face with her hands.

Jey looked over at her, confused. “What’s wrong, babe?”

Rhea shook her head, trying to contain her giggles. “You don’t understand. Damian is a huge undercover Katy Perry fan. Like, embarrassingly huge.”

Jey blinked in disbelief. “Priest? The same guy who comes out looking like he’s about to summon a thunderstorm? Katy Perry?”

Rhea nodded, grinning. “Just wait.”

The opening notes of Teenage Dream filled the air, and Kayden started singing with full enthusiasm, her voice surprisingly solid as she belted out the first lines. “You think I’m pretty without any makeup on…”

Before she could even get to the chorus, a voice boomed from the back of the room. “THIS IS MY JAM!”

Heads turned as Damian strolled in, snapping his fingers to the beat, his serious demeanor replaced with complete fanboy energy. Without hesitation, he joined Kayden at the mic, snatching it from her hands to sing the next verse.

“You make me feel like I’m living a teenage dream!” Damian sang, his deep voice hilariously mismatched with the bubbly pop melody.

Kayden crossed her arms and pouted. “Damian! This was my turn!”

Damian grinned and leaned into the mic. “Consider it a duet!”

The entire room erupted into laughter and cheers as Damian and Kayden continued the song, trading verses and harmonizing on the chorus. Damian even added dramatic spins and exaggerated dance moves, fully committing to the performance.

Jey leaned over to Rhea, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m never letting him live this down.”

Rhea laughed, pulling out her phone to record the moment. “Oh, I’m sending this to the group chat. He’s never hearing the end of it.”

Trinity, holding back tears of laughter, whispered to Jon, “Who knew Damian had this side to him?”

By the time the song ended, Damian and Kayden struck a final pose, arms raised triumphantly. The crowd went wild, clapping and whistling, some even chanting, “Encore! Encore!”

Damian bowed dramatically, handing the mic back to Joe. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night!”

Kayden rolled her eyes but smiled. “You totally hijacked my performance.”

Damian shrugged, unbothered. “Hey, the song needed some flair.”

Rhea leaned into Jey and whispered, “This night just keeps getting better.”

Jey nodded, pulling her closer. “Definitely one for the books.”

—

The yacht docked precisely at ten p.m. at the marina, its lights reflecting off the calm water. Several black SUVs waited in a neat line to transport the partygoers to Jey and Rhea’s home, their engines purring softly as chauffeurs opened the doors for the guests. Jey and Rhea, however, didn’t need a ride—they had driven their trusty Tahoe to the marina earlier that morning.

As the gate to their home slowly slid open, Jey’s sharp eyes caught the familiar sight of a red truck pulling in behind them. “Jaciyah’s home,” he said with a slight nod.

Rhea leaned forward to get a better look, a grin spreading across her face. “Ooh, I hope they brought some pig.”

Jey glanced at her, shaking his head. “You and pig. That’s all you ever talk about.”

She shrugged playfully. “What can I say? I have cravings!”

The Tahoe rolled smoothly into the garage, and as soon as Jey turned off the engine, Rhea unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to get inside and see what the night still held. They unlocked the door just as Dominik came bounding in behind them, a hopeful grin plastered on his face.

“You got more beer?” Dominik asked, looking around like a kid in a candy store.

Jey narrowed his eyes at him, his voice dripping with mock offense. “Boy, do you know where you are right now?!”

Jon, overhearing from a few steps behind, burst into laughter. “Don’t ever question the Bloodline when it comes to beer!”

The room filled with laughter as Joe strolled in, taking over the stereo system and connecting it to Jey’s speakers. Moments later, Low Life by The Weeknd and Future pumped through the house, the bass vibrating through the walls.

Jaciyah and Jeyce wandered in from the garage, greeting their family with waves and hugs. Jaciyah, clearly on a mission, walked up to Rhea and leaned in.

“Can Daya spend the night?” he asked, his tone low and hopeful.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, smiling knowingly. “You gotta ask your father about that one,” she replied, patting her belly and turning toward Jey with a smirk.

Jaciyah groaned. “I guess that’s a no.”

Smirking, Rhea leaned closer to him, lowering her voice. “Just don’t let your dad see her.”

His mood instantly lifted, and he grinned before planting a quick kiss on Rhea’s cheek. “You’re the best bonus mother ever..” he whispered before heading off to get Daya.

Jey, noticing the interaction, raised an eyebrow and approached Rhea. “What was that about?”

Rhea grinned, feigning innocence. “Oh, nothing, babe. Come on, let’s join our family.” She grabbed his hand and led him into the main living area where everyone had gathered.

Isayah approached Joe with an eager look. “Uncle Joe, you gotta play this song. Trust me, I think only Dominik and Damian will know it word for word.”

Joe smirked and scrolled through the playlist before hitting play. The lively beats of Bebe Dame by Fuerza Regida and Grupo Frontera filled the air, and the room came alive with the rhythm.

Rhea’s eyes lit up. “I know this song!”

Isayah turned to Dahlia with a playful grin, pulling her up from her seat. “Come on,” he said confidently, leading her to an open space where they began to dance together. Isayah swayed with charm, singing the lyrics with a teasing tone as Dahlia shyly giggled but let herself be swept into the moment.

Rhea nudged Jey and pointed at the pair. “Look… a mini Jey and Rhea.”

Jey crossed his arms, chuckling. “Nobody understands the power of dancing. It’s how I got you, you know.”

Nearby, Kayden burst into laughter. “Oh, please! The first lyric when Fuerza starts singing takes the cake!”

Jey turned to her with a curious look. “What is it?”

Kayden leaned over to Rhea and whispered the translation in her ear. Rhea’s face turned red as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Jey’s brow furrowed as he looked between them. “What? What is it?”

Still laughing, Rhea leaned against him and said, “Let’s just say… it’s something you do every night with that beautiful mouth of yours.”

Jey thought for a moment, the gears in his head turning. When the realization finally hit, his eyes widened, and he shook his head, pointing at everyone. “YOU GUYS ARE DIRTY BIRDS!”

The entire room erupted into laughter, and even Jey couldn’t hold back a smile as he playfully wrapped his arm around Rhea’s shoulders, pulling her close.

Dominik, now fully immersed in the song, sang the next verse with Damian, both of them dramatically holding imaginary microphones. Joe, clearly amused, leaned over to Jon and said, “This party keeps getting better and better.”

Jon smirked, taking a sip of his drink. “Bloodline knows how to throw ‘em, Uce.”

Jey glanced around at their friends and family, the laughter and joy radiating through the room, and whispered to Rhea, “This right here… this is the life.”

Rhea smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. “Yeah, it really is.”

[beanghostprincess]

"Trisha is Fma's death wif-" no. I mean- Yes. But also never forget Hughes and the way Mustang thinks about him like they were married for 20 years before his death.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You made her cry, time to die.

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[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[buttercupshands]

welcome back, Todoroki family arc! in both anime AND manga

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[stuworbutwithchipmunks]

I think we should talk more about how CGI Brittany has the career 80's Brittany always wanted.

[s0fter-sin]

i need leon who can’t stand people being near his neck bc of all the times zombies bit him there, it’s just become a huge trigger zone for him

[jakeperalta]

whenever swifties think one of jack antonoff's silly little jokes or bleachers related references are taylor easter eggs it makes me severely cringe

[aggressionbread]

i think the thing i loved about rebirth was going "part 1 cloud would've never done that"

like he's really getting into his odd jobs/mercenary role, and even enjoying himself? and showing that? and he translates a chocobo's little beeps and kwehs?