He's Your Boyfriend?!

"Mark would let you borrow his hoodie🥰" wrong. He'd steal yours and wear it (dgaf about the size) and sniff it and lay on his bed yearning like a whore.

HEARTBEAT

summary you and jason's casual hook ups grew into three tiny humans that look a hell of a lot like him.

word count 2.9k

the first time you told jason you were pregnant, it was in the dim glow of your bathroom, hands trembling as you held out the test. the stark + on the stick felt like it was branding itself into your brain, your breath coming shallow as you tried to process what this meant—what this changed.

jason had been standing in the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair a mess from sleep. you had woken him up when you bolted out of bed to take the test, too anxious to wait another second. he had followed, rubbing his eyes, muttering a groggy, “babe, what the hell—?” but when he saw you frozen there, test in hand, he didn’t need to ask. his whole body went still, the teasing dying on his lips as his eyes flickered between your face and the test.

neither of you had planned for jude. hell, you weren’t even technically together. what you had was easy—casual. a thing with no strings, no expectations. but now?

now there was no ignoring the weight in the air.

jason’s throat bobbed as he stepped forward, his hand brushing against yours before carefully taking the test from your fingers. he stared down at it, a muscle in his jaw twitching, and you braced yourself for—what, exactly? for him to freak out? for him to leave? for him to do the only thing he’d ever been taught to do and run?

but then he looked up at you—really looked at you. and what you saw in his eyes wasn’t panic, wasn’t regret. it was raw and unspoken, something deep and certain. and in that moment, you knew—neither of you would run from this.

somewhere along the way, between the nerves and the chaos, between doctor’s appointments where jason held your hand and whispered snarky commentary about the ultrasound tech (“babe, i’m pretty sure they’re just making up measurements at this point—no way her head’s that big”), between late nights where he passed out on your couch after spending hours assembling baby furniture (“if i have to put together one more goddamn crib rail, i swear to—”), between shopping for tiny onesies that made him laugh—daddy’s little sidekick, future vigilante, property of the batfamily—and bickering over baby names (“we’re not naming her that, jason.” “sofia is a good name, babe.” “sofia falcone, jason.” “...fair point.”), the two of you became something more.

it wasn’t something either of you sat down and talked about. there was no defining moment where jason said, i love you or where you asked him to stay. but he did stay. more and more often. he was there every step of the way—hands steady on your waist when your balance wobbled, lips pressed against your stomach in the middle of the night when he thought you were asleep.

by the time jude was born, there was no more pretending.

she came wailing into the world at 2:37 am, her tiny fists curled tight, her face scrunched in protest at the audacity of being born. you were exhausted, barely able to keep your eyes open, but jason—jason looked at her like she was the most incredible thing he had ever seen.

"she’s perfect," he murmured, voice thick, eyes shining in the dim hospital light. his hand, rough and scarred from a lifetime of fighting, cradled her impossibly gently as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

and in that moment, as he gazed down at your daughter, his daughter, you knew— you were his. and he was yours.

a year later, you found yourself in almost the exact same spot—bathroom light buzzing faintly, pregnancy test clutched in your hands. only this time, the panic wasn’t there. this time, you knew.

jason walked in, still toweling off from his shower, his hair damp and messy. he barely got a glance at your face before his gaze dropped to the test in your hands. his lips parted slightly, processing. then, slowly, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"no shit."

your only response was a breathless laugh, nodding as you turned the test toward him. positive.

jason ran a hand through his wet hair, exhaling sharply before he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. then, without another word, he left the bathroom.

"jason—?" you blinked, confused, before chasing after him—only to find him already scooping up jude from her playpen.

"c’mere, sweetheart," he murmured, settling the one-year-old easily onto his hip as she clapped her chubby hands against his cheeks. he turned back to you then, mischief dancing in his eyes as he lifted jude higher.

"guess someone’s getting a sibling, huh, jude?" his voice was soft, warm, and he booped her tiny nose with the tip of his finger.

jude squealed in delight, kicking her feet excitedly, oblivious to the weight of the moment. jason laughed, a full, genuine laugh that filled the apartment, and all you could do was shake your head, the emotion in your chest bubbling over into laughter of your own.

this time, there was no fear—just excitement.

colby was born nine months later, red-faced and screaming, but jason swore up and down that she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

"she’s so damn tiny," he marveled, cradling her carefully in his arms, as if she might shatter.

you, exhausted but exhilarated, watched as he gently ran a thumb over the wisps of dark hair on her head. he looked different this time—less shocked than he had been with jude, more sure of himself. comfortable.

he had been a good dad with jude, but with colby, he was something else entirely.

the first time he held both of them together, jude pressing sloppy kisses to colby’s soft forehead while jason kept a steady hand on her back, something in your chest clenched. you had fallen for jason during your first pregnancy, but now, watching him with your girls, you realized something deeper—he was meant for this. for fatherhood. for this life with you.

and when he caught you staring, one arm wrapped around jude and the other securely holding colby, he only smirked.

"what? you wanna go for three?"

you had rolled your eyes, laughing, "let’s survive two first, todd."

the third time, it wasn’t planned—not really.

you and jason had settled into parenthood in a way neither of you had expected. it had been messy, chaotic, and full of sleepless nights, but it had also been good. damn good. jason, despite his gruff exterior, had turned out to be the kind of dad who let the girls paint his nails, who read them stories in funny voices, who carried them on his shoulders like they were royalty. he loved being a dad—he loved them.

but three? a third baby? you hadn’t seen that coming.

jason had been too busy wrestling a three-year-old jude and a two-year-old colby into their clothes for a trip to grandpa bruce’s house to notice how quiet you’d been.

"c’mon, guys, work with me here—jude, put your arm through the hole, not your head—colby, stop wiggling!" he groaned, exasperated as the girls shrieked with laughter, making a game out of escaping him.

jude was giggling so hard she nearly toppled over, using her half-put-on sweater as a cape as she ran circles around the living room. colby, ever her partner in crime, had already ditched her pants, throwing them over her head like some kind of victorious gladiator.

jason sighed, shaking his head as he rubbed a hand down his face. "they get this from you, y’know!"

he barely managed to get colby’s shirt over her head before they both took off, giggling as they ran toward your shared bedroom.

"hey—where do you think you little gremlins are going?!" jason called after them, but they were already gone, their tiny feet thudding against the hardwood. he groaned, pushing himself up from his crouched position, rolling his shoulders as he followed after them. "babe, i need backup—these two are insane today."

but when he stepped into the room after them, ready to tag you in, he froze.

you were sitting on the edge of the bed, hands gripping something so tightly your knuckles were white. your face was pale, like you’d just seen a ghost.

jude and colby, still shrieking with laughter, clambered onto the bed, bouncing excitedly. but jason barely registered them.

"hey… what’s wrong?" his voice had lost its teasing edge, turning careful, concerned.

you finally looked up at him, and the moment your eyes met his, his stomach dropped.

you held out the pregnancy test with shaky fingers.

positive.

jason blinked, lips parting as his brain caught up. his chest felt tight, his pulse thudding in his ears. you were pregnant. again.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the only sounds in the room were the distant hum of the city outside and the occasional giggle from the two tiny troublemakers on the bed. a thousand things must have been running through your mind, but jason—jason just looked at you.

then, out of nowhere, he let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head.

"jesus, babe—" he ran a hand over his face, then down to his mouth, like he was trying to hold back a grin.

before you could react, he stepped forward, grabbed you by the waist, and lifted you clean off the bed, spinning you around.

"jason!" you yelped, gripping onto his shoulders, heart hammering.

"guess we're just a little too good at baby making, huh?" he teased, laughter bubbling up in his chest.

jude and colby, not understanding what was happening but thrilled at the excitement, started clapping and cheering, tiny fists pumping in the air.

"do it again, daddy!" jude giggled.

colby, eyes wide with mischief, added, "spin me next!"

jason only laughed harder, finally setting you back down, his hands lingering at your waist. his face was flushed, eyes bright—not with fear, not with doubt, but with something softer. something real.

he pressed his forehead against yours, breath warm against your lips as his voice dropped, just for you.

"three, huh?" he exhaled, grinning, voice softer now. "looks like we’re really doing this."

your hands were still trembling, but the way he was looking at you—like he already loved this baby just as much as the other two—settled something deep in your chest.

"yeah," you whispered. "we are."

when mia came into the world 9 months later, she was loud, stubborn, and determined to make an entrance—just like her dad.

your pregnancy with her had been different from the start. harder. more exhausting. you’d brushed it off at first, thinking it was just because you were chasing around a three-year-old and a two-year-old while growing another tiny human. but as the months passed, it became clear that this time, things weren’t going to be as smooth as they had been with jude and colby.

you were further along than you should’ve been when the contractions started. too early. too soon.

jason had been the one to notice something was off first. you’d been brushing off the discomfort all day, pretending the tightness in your belly wasn’t getting worse, that the nagging ache in your lower back wasn’t making it harder to move. but jason knew you—he knew when you were in pain, even when you tried to hide it.

"babe." his voice had that sharp edge of concern when he found you gripping the kitchen counter, your breathing just a little too uneven. his hands were on you in an instant, steady and firm. "what’s going on?"

"it’s fine," you lied, wincing as another wave of pain rolled through you. "i think i just overdid it today."

jason didn’t believe that for a second. his jaw clenched, and without another word, he grabbed the keys.

"we’re going to the hospital."

by the time you got there, everything happened fast. too fast.

the nurses barely had time to get you settled before things took a turn. the pain sharpened, and suddenly, the steady rhythm of the baby's heartbeat on the monitor wasn’t so steady anymore. there were voices, urgent but calm, doctors moving around you in a blur. you barely had time to register what was happening before a nurse leaned down, her voice gentle but firm.

"we need to get your baby out now."

jason’s grip on your hand tightened, his thumb brushing frantically over your knuckles as you looked up at him, fear creeping into your chest.

"it’s gonna be okay," he promised, his voice steady even though you could see the panic in his eyes. he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "i swear, baby, it’s gonna be okay."

you barely got the chance to nod before they were wheeling you away.

jason wasn’t allowed into the operating room at first, and that nearly sent him into a rage. he fought it, argued, cussed out more than one doctor, but in the end, he was forced to stand just outside as they prepped you for the emergency c-section. the longest minutes of his goddamn life.

when they finally let him in, you were already on the table, barely able to keep your eyes open. jason sat beside you, one hand gripping yours, the other stroking your hair back as he whispered, "you’re doing so good, baby. i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere."

and then—finally—after what felt like a lifetime, a sharp, furious cry filled the room.

mia.

jason let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his head dropping against your shoulder as a shaky laugh escaped him. "that’s our girl," he murmured, voice thick with relief.

you barely had the strength to lift your head, but when they placed her against your chest, tiny and red-faced and still wailing, tears slipped down your cheeks.

jason had never looked at anyone the way he looked at you in that moment. like you were his whole world. like he had never loved you more than he did right then.

"you scared the shit outta me," he muttered, voice rough, pressing a kiss against your temple. "but you did it. you did so good, baby."

mia settled against you, her cries softening as she nuzzled into your warmth. jason reached out, brushing a fingertip over her tiny, delicate hand. she grabbed onto him instantly, her little fingers curling tight around his.

that was it. jason was done for.

"yeah, okay," he whispered, voice cracking as he smiled down at her. "i guess you were worth the heart attack, kid."

now, your home is chaos—but the kind of chaos you wouldn’t trade for anything.

laughter bounces off the kitchen walls, mixing with the smell of vanilla and the distant hum of the radio playing some old rock song jason swears he’s not singing along to. flour dusts the counter, smudged across tiny hands and jason’s cheek, and the entire room looks like a sugar-fueled war zone.

jason stands in the middle of it all, colby perched proudly on his shoulders with her little fingers tangled in his hair, directing him like she’s remy from ratatouille. her giggles ring out as she yanks at his dark strands, her feet drumming lightly against his chest.

"mix faster, daddy! like this!" she tugs his head forward, making his hands jerk as he stirs the batter, and jason barks out a laugh, nearly dropping the bowl.

"i swear, you’re gonna make me bald before i hit forty," he grumbles, but there’s nothing but love in his voice, his grin wide and unbothered.

below him, mia is practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on her toes so hard she might launch herself into orbit.

"my turn next!" she shouts, little fists clenched in determination.

jason groans, feigning exhaustion. "one tiny dictator at a time, kid—"

but then, his eyes dart to the side, and his expression shifts.

"jude, do not—"

too late.

jude, standing at the counter with an air of absolute authority, dumps a heaping handful of funfetti straight into the bowl. the colors scatter like confetti over a parade, sinking into the batter as she watches with a critical eye.

"it didn’t look like enough," she defends, completely serious, like she’s just saved the entire operation from disaster.

jason lets out a dramatic sigh, tipping his head back against colby’s hold. "of course it didn’t."

and then he looks over at you, catching your eye with that soft, love-struck expression that still makes your heart stutter after all these years.

that look—the one he’s given you since the moment you told him about jude. the one that never faded, not through three pregnancies, sleepless nights, or the absolute circus of raising three daughters together. it’s the same as it’s always been.

you shake your head, unable to fight your own smile as you cross the room, scooping mia up into your arms before tossing her onto your shoulders. her delighted squeal echoes through the kitchen as she clings to your head, fingers gripping at your hair.

"alright, chef mia, you’re up next."

jason watches you, still smiling, still in love, and the warmth in his gaze is enough to make your chest ache.

the four of you stand there—him with colby in his hair, you with mia on your shoulders, and jude taking her role as funfetti overlord way too seriously. the mess, the noise, the laughter—it’s everything.

and as jason leans over, pressing a batter-dusted kiss to your cheek, you know—this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

breezy's notes: everyone is getting babies bc i have HORRENDOUS baby fever and refuse to procreate with the roaches in the world today. instead i give jason 3 daughters bc he's a girl dad in my head 🙂‍↕️ this took so long not bc i couldn't write, no bc i am a pain in the ass about the graphics and couldn't figure out a title.

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CHOSO who loves when you wear eyeliner. he hates making you cry— worries him to his core every time he does— but as he’s fucking you right now, tears forming at the brims of your eyes, smearing your makeup every so slightly, he thinks this is the way life’s supposed to be.

CHOSO who brings a finger up to your lashes, wiping away the wet as he continues to go impossibly deeper in you. he brings his thumb down, dragging the liner down your cheeks.

CHOSO who whines at how much of a mess you look. he loses himself in the fact he’s doing this to you. his movements become sloppier, eyes locked on yours and how much bigger and brighter they look right now.

CHOSO who cums making eye contact with you before he drops his head into the crook of your neck, crying too because you just feel too good. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

CHOSO who grabs you a towel and cotton pads. he cleans you up top to bottom, cleaning any cum from you, and wiping all the excess makeup from your face before he presses a slow kiss to the corner of your temple.

First Impressions

Smau: in which you ask for their... (read the title silly) Warnings:  cursing, some sexual language but kept to a minimum Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Toge Special guests: Ino, Shiu, Hiromi

you and your baby are the center of gojo's universe.

when hes with you? always has to hold you both, at least keep you in his arms length. playing with baby gojo, watching shows with you, baking sweets together. you bet hes making use of the rare off day he gets by cuddling you both the whole day. kiss attacks all the time, you both give him so much cuteness aggression.

"satoru please stop munching on our cheeks.."

*offended noises*

when hes not with you both? thats an unfortunate event for not only him but everyone (nanami) around him. hes constantly whining about wanting to go home and spend time with you both. he always manages to bring you both in his conversations, even in important meetings with the higher ups.

"a very dangerous curse is roaming around the town area-"

"boo," he mopes. "i wanted to go to the new bakery in the town with my family. do you know baby gojo looooves sweets like me?? they were nibbling on the mochis my wife made- she makes amazing sweets by the way. lemme show you the video ahhh so adorable-"

has photos/stuff of you both all over his office. if he misses you he looks at them and they motivate him to work faster and leave for home soon.

"i miss my family."

"gojo you just came to work."

you surprise him by visiting jujutsu high one day (nanami requested bc he couldnt take it anymore) when he saw you coming with baby gojo strapped in the carieer bag he went from 😞😓 to 😲😚 real quick.

"OH MY GOD MY SHYLAAA!"

"satoru who taught you that" (its yuuji)

all in all, you both make gojos heart full. hes glad to find the loves of his life and is so so grateful that you are here with him. he really cherishes and appreciates his (for now)little family.

Childlike honesty: Jason Todd x single!mom!reader

Jason never thought he could be falling in love so quickly.

Arguably too quickly, but she was so different from anyone he knew.

Different from all the girls, all the women, all the people in the world.

Seeing right past through his crap, and his façade and not being afraid to confront him about it.

Aiming arrows at his insecurities, exposing them painfully, only to soothe the stinging with a few well-chosen words and smiles that made him melt.

So yes, he would dare go as far as to say that after merely a few months of dating, he was in love.

And though it might spook her, he had to tell her, simply because there was no way to contain it inside his poor, shattered heart.

And judging the risk, between telling her like an adult and blurting it out in the least appropriate moment like a silly teen, the former seemed less daunting.

And that was how he found himself knocking at her door in the early morning (too early!) on Saturday (she might have been sleeping!), ready to pour his heart out.

“Coming!” her slightly muffled voice came from behind the door and his heart picked up the pace. The key rattled in the lock and there she was. With her hair a mess, remnants of sleep still in her eyes, squinting a little at the light coming from the stairwell.

So beautiful. He thought, but pursed his lips, hiding the words under a teasing smirk to prevent himself from doing the exact thing he planned not to.

“Jason. Hey!” her smile grew wide when she saw him and instinctively she leaned to peck his cheek “What are you doing here this early? Shouldn’t you be resting after night’s activities?”

“Don’t know what you’re implying.” He scoffed playfully, before turning a bit more serious “I just wanted to see you, princess. I got something important to tell you and – um… Actually, can I come inside? I’d rather not have all your elderly neighbors prying in on us.”

“Come inside?” she repeated as if her brain was not fully awake yet “you want to come in? I mean – of course you want to come in” she chuckled awkwardly. “Haha! That’s actually funny because—"

“Y/N.” Jason frowned, not liking her reaction at all, his mind swirling with possible explanations of her erratic behavior and nervousness. “Are you with someone? Are you with a guy?” shit, shit, shit. Just a thought that she might have had fun with someone else stung.

“It’s not what you think—” she started, trying to gather herself, but the sentence was cut off abruptly by another persona in this three-person drama.

“Mommy…?”

Mommy?!

Jason looked down, noticing a little boy, perhaps 3 or 4 years old, standing behind Y/N’s legs, his tiny arms wrapped around her calf. Kid’s e/c eyes, spitting image of Y/N’s were locked on Jason as the boy put his thumb in his mouth and started sucking on it.

“Theo!” she exclaimed, picking the boy from the ground and stopping him from the action. “Honey, how many times have I told you? Big boys do not suck their thumbs. You’re too smart for that, aren’t you?”

“I’m a big boy.” Theo repeated, obediently releasing his finger and wrapping his little hands on Y/N;s neck, nuzzling into her.

“You are.” Y/N smiled, ruffling boy’s hair “and a very good one too. Mommy’s proud of you.”

“Mommy!?”

Y/N spun towards the door abruptly. For a second, she completely forgot that Jason was still standing in the frame, with his eyes wide and mouth half-open, having just discovered her secret. She turned pale then red then pale again

“Jason--”

“What does it mean!?”

“Please stop yelling.”

“Is this some sort of game to you!? You have a son!?”

“Could you please calm down and –”

“You have a son!”

For Theo’s sake she stifled the curse that was forming deep in her throat. But the fact that Jason yelling was already starting to attract attention and one of the elderly neighbors peeked from behind the door, giving y/n a death look, she had to take action. Fixing the grip on her son, she somehow managed to grab Jason’s hand and drag him inside the apartment, locking the door and exhaling heavily.

“Yes. I have a son. It’s not like this is some kind of supernatural occurrence.”

“You have a son!”

“Mommy, why is he screaming so loud?” Theo whined and covered his little ears, which actually made Jason feel a little guilty. It was just a kid and he was behaving like a total ass. “I thought it was bad to scream?”

“It is, love.” Y/N kissed Theo’s forehead “It is, but sometimes people do it either way. Now, could you please go and play with your toys in the room? Mommy’s gotta talk to her friend ok? It’s important. Can you be a good boy for mommy?”

“Yeah…” Theo nodded, and when Y/N placed him back onto the ground he rushed off to his room, grabbing a plushy dinosaur discarded on the floor.

Y/N led him away with his eyes, and only when Theo was completely involved in his play she let out another exhale, letting her shoulders sink and turned to face Jason.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No I don’t want anything to drink, I want a fucking explanation!”

“Hey! No swearing! There’s a kid here!”

“I’m sorry…”

“You should be. But you’re right too. I owe you an explanation. Come, sit.” She gestured towards the couch, the furthest from Theo’s room.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“About Theo?”

“No about the Big Bang Theory.” He was an ass, but couldn’t hide the sarcasm and anger. “Of course I’m talking about the kid. Theo? That’s his name?”

“Yeah. It’s after –”

“I don’t really care about the etymology of the name, Y/N. Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the truth.”’

“Why?”

“Because you never asked.”

“Oh come on, seriously!? That’s a childish argument and besides, it’s not like this I’m asking every girl I’m dating if she maybe has kids! Not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when meeting someone!”

“Please. Sit down. Come on, don’t cut me out. Let me explain this-“

“Fine!” he muttered, plumping on the couch, arms crossed, face unreadable, putting on his most unapproachable exterior “talk.”

She sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. He had every right to be angry, but zero right to judge her about her past and this time she was going to be honest. If truth meant the end of their blooming relationship so be it. Better to know.

“Theo’s dad was an asshole. A mistake.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Will you let me talk!?” he patted the top of his head, and despite himself Jason chuckled at the gesture. “It's not like I got into the bed with the guy I had just met! You should know better!”

“I know better. That’s the exact reason why I’m still sitting here listening to you instead of running away.”

“Me and Theo’s dad…” she continued “we had been dating for a few years before it happened. He got drunk, I was young and stupid, letting him do too much, we ended up in the bed and the next thing I knew, I was pregnant.”

“And?”

“Well, like I said, he was an asshole, which turned out pretty quickly. He never wanted kids and the fact that I had a bun in the oven was not compliant with his plan for life.”

“Please don’t tell me that this fucker—” Jason started, clenching his fists at the thought what Y/N must have been through.

“First, he told me to get rid of the problem. And obviously, I refused. So he changed tactics, trying to threaten me into getting an abortion. And I refused again. So he got aggressive.”

“Did he hit you!?” Jason’s protective instincts kicked in, the anger and sense of betrayal slowly giving way to completely other feelings towards her.

“No. He wouldn’t dare. But at some point he just left. Leaving me with a kid on the way.”

“Y/N…”

“It’s okay. I’m better without him anyway. Me and Theo both. He didn’t deserve to be called a man, let alone a father.”

“I’m so sorry, princess…”

“Theo was born prematurely. It was my seventh month and I was still working when my water broke and a friend drove me to the hospital. He was so tiny and –” her eyes filled with tears and Jason immediately moved to wrap arms around her, as if shielding her from the pain of the past. “I spent first six months of his life in the NICU, almost sleeping on the floor, scared to death that—”

“shh…” his hands cradled her closer to his chest, rubbing her back, brushing her hair, kissing the top of her head “Shhh, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You are so brave.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before—" she sobbed

“Hush, love. Don’t apologize. Just tell me why you didn’t tell me? Were you scared?”

“I was. But not for the reason you might think.”

“Huh?”

“We’ve been dating for what? Six months? As important as you are to me Jason , I don't know if this is permanent. And Theo-“ her voice broke “- he deserves stability. He didn't know his father for god's sake, and it is not like you can just explain it to a kid that his father didn't want him. Or me. So tell me, how could I have told you about him when I was scared that - that—”

“You were scared that I’d leave you too.” Jason cupped her cheek, looking straight into her eyes “that I’d leave like everyone else.”

“Yeah… And I’d understand If you’d want to…”

“I’m not leaving you, princess. You’re stuck with me.” He leaned forward, softly brushing his lips over hers.

Y/N reciprocated his kiss and even though they were both trying to control themselves, the fire in them ignited quickly as the making out became a little more intense, a little more steamy, his hands traveled to her waist, pulling her onto his lap, sneaking under her shirt to touch her soft skin—

“No…” he pulled back, using all his strength to do so. “We can’t do it here, can we?”

“Not really.” She chuckled, squinting towards Theo’s room. “Me and him, we’re kind of a package deal.”

“Oh yeah, I got the memo.” He smirked, pinching her waist playfully, setting her back on the couch. “Can’t say I like it now, but—”

“Would you like to meet him?” she interjected in the moment of spontaneity 

“Your son?”

“Yes.” She nodded, absolutely sure about her decision. “And not just by yelling on the doorstep, but by officially meeting him?”

“I—” Jason stuttered. Even he could understand that this was important. Y/N was looking at him with hope and silent encouragement in his eyes. A sign of trust that could never be put into words. She actually wanted him to meet her son. Which meant, she was serious about him. About them. “Yeah… yeah, I think I’d like to meet the kid…”

“You would?” she smiled brightly, her eyes shining

“Yeah…” he smiled back, reaching to hug her and she gladly dived into his arms, holding him for dear life “Thank you… Thank you Jason…”

“Of course, princess…” he whispered with a lump in his throat from all the emotions. Though that was the perfect moment to tell her how he felt about their relationship, that he was in love with her, he just couldn’t, opting to stay silent and just live in the moment.

“Mommy?” Sudden, quiet little voice came from behind and Theo came to view, holding onto his plushie looking as cute as only a 3 (or 4, Jason was terrible at assessing age) year old kid can.

“Theo, hey. Come here, kiddo, I’d like you to meet someone.”

Y/N opened her arms to the child and he approached the couch, climbing up with his mother’s help and settling on her knees.

“This is Jason. He's someone very important to me. Can you say hi?” Y/N encouraged her son to shake Jason's hand.

 “Hi… I’m Theo…”

“Hey buddy.” Jason reached for his little fingers, squeezing them gently, reminding himself that this boy was in fact a delicate being, not like the goons and vigilantes he was used to. And honestly, the sensation of a little soft hand in his big and calloused one sent goosebumps over his body, though Jason would never admit it out loud. “Um… nice to meet you, I’m Jason.”

Theo tilted his head a little, staring Jason up and down with those piercing eyes and for some reason it felt like this little kid was judging a grown-ass man. Subconsciously assessing whether this one would be good for his mom and whether they would become friends. And it was quite a humbling experience.

“Mommy? Is that the guy whose photo you have on your phone?" Suddenly Theo blurted.

“Oh, a photo?” Jason teased, throwing Y/N a glance, immediately picking up the subject before she could intervene and stop this child-like honesty. “On her phone, huh? And what does your mom do with this photo?”

“She looks at it. When she lays down to sleep and she thinks and I don’t notice. She looks at it and smiles.”

“Oh really?’

“Yes. I like her happy.”

“Me too buddy…” Jason felt his heart flutter “Me too…” the look he sent Y/N was full of love and affection, making her blush a little. 

“I think she likes you. She almost never smiles like that.”

“Is that so? Is that true, Y/n, do you like me?” 

Y/N hid face in her hands, embarrassed at the entire situation

“Okay, that’s enough bonding for one day. Who wants ice cream?” 

She picked Theo up and walked towards the kitchen with Jason close on their feet with the happiest grin on his face. He could already tell that in time he and Theo were going to be good friends. 

to be continued <?>

@ladychibirae @franbowidk @amyynella @gl1tchgr3mlin

࿐ Yuji loves seeing you happy. Before you guys became something more, he noticed your extreme stoic personality. And when he finally saw your genuine smile, he knew he just had to have you.

It was hard trying to figure out your love language, what makes your true colors show.

One of the first ones to go were physical affection, you liked your space. Even though you’d give it up when Yuji whined long enough.

He loves his quiet partner. And he’d do his best to work around your stubbornness.

He was starting to resort to just asking you. Not that you’d give him a genuine answer. He just wanted to spoil you. He just wasn’t sure how :(

Without to much thought into it, he came home one day with a necklace.

He left it in its small box on top of your clothes you planned on wearing after your shower.

He was a bit anxious on how you’d react. Or if you would even like it at all. Running his hand through his hair as he sat in the living room.

Waiting on you, he’s eyes started growing heavy. He stopped fighting and began to let drowsiness take over until he felt a weight next to him.

Turning his head he sees you on the couch, your hair damp, and your face a bit flushed. He assumed because of the shower.

What was really catching his attention was how close you were. It was unusual. You were usually shy about these types of things. Your eyes everywhere except for him as evidence.

Hesitant, he puts his arm around your shoulder, and surprisingly you accept his embrace immediately, as if you were waiting on it. Your head resting on his chest.

Flustered, he looks down at you, he sees the necklace on your neck and he feels like he’s about to explode from happiness.

You fidget with it subconsciously, your eyes closed.

A crystal in the center that appeared as if the ocean crafted it, the deep shiny blue reminding you of your precious boyfriend.

You liked gifts.

~

After that day, he never seen you without it on. And when he did, he’d go remind you to put it on, and to his surprise you complied with no reluctance.

Gosh he was so love sick. :(

A random night he started a savings for a ring.

Satoru Gojo has a lot of love in his heart and he refuses to keep it all inside. His preferred method of showing exactly how much love he has to offer? Physical touch.

Even before he knew he loved you, your personal space had quickly become his personal space.

“Say, Gojo, you ever heard of personal space?” You asked one day as satoru pressed his leg up against yours while sitting on the bleachers. The two of you were watching Shoko and Suguru “spar”, though really it was just them doing the least amount of work possible - enough to keep Yaga satisfied but no where near enough for it to actually have any effect on their improvement (“you can only get better with real life experience!” Suguru would say leaning back on his chair slightly. “And i’ve got better things to do than fight this loser anyway.” Shoko nodded to herself , ignoring Suguru and Satoru’s eye rolls.)

“It’s Toru to you, and i’ve heard of it. Why do you ask?” He asked leaning closer to your face making you roll your eyes, “oh, you know, it’s just that usually people like to stay within their own personal space. Not in mine.” You thwacked his forehead causing him to whine dramatically before he threw an arm around your shoulders. “But I like your personal space better than mine, Sweets! Not my fault you have your own gravitational pull and stuff.” He grinned as he watched your cheeks bloom a lovely shade of red.

That being said if he sees anyone invading your personal space he will not hold back. “Hey, you mind backing out of our personal space?” he’d tell anyone who he deemed to be far too close to you before wrapping an arm around you and practically absorbing you into his side.

You’d only roll your eyes, heat filling your cheeks as you pinched his side. “Yeowch!” he’d exclaim dramatically but still never backing away from you.

Satoru Gojo also needs a lot of reassurance. He’s not picky on how he receives it as long as he receives it. He needs it. And if he felt he wasn’t getting enough back you’d definitely be hearing about it.

“I can’t believe we went from being madly in love to being just roommates.” he sighed one day, shaking head before placing the back of his hand over his forehead; imitating a damsel in distress. He was leaning against the bathroom door watching from his peripheral as you rolled your eyes, not moving away from in front of the bathroom mirror and into his arms like he had hoped.

“Neither can I… Because that hasn’t happened.” you sighed finishing your skin care before flicking the bathroom light off and squeezing past him, right under the arm that he had placed specifically to block you from leaving.

His pout deepened as he followed behind you like a lost puppy.

“Hasn’t?! As in it could?!” He whined reaching his arm towards you but narrowly missing the back of your shirt (you had sped up at the last second, already having had anticipated his behavior).

“Gojo.”

“That doesn’t work anymore, I’m not sure if you’re talking about me or you now, so you’ll have to be more specific about who you’re talking about!” he scoffed, finally grabbing onto your body before you were able to flop down onto your bed. You let out a whine, giving up and simply allowing him to maneuver your body however he pleased.

Taking your flimsy body as permission, he turned you around to face him, he wrapped his arms tightly around your torso before biting your cheek softly, coaxing a soft hiss from you.

“That’s exactly my point, Toru. We’re married not roommates… Does that not show how madly in love with you I am?” You couldn’t help but coo at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smiled widely at you, pursing his lips before tightening his already brutal grip on your body.

“Dunno… You’ve only kissed me like two times today. Tax getting high on them or what up? I can pay my fees, ya know?” You rolled your eyes again but a small smile pulled at the corners of your lips. You had definitely kissed him way over two times but you knew that when he got this way there was no other way to soothe him than by giving him what he wants.

“They’ll run you about 450… Each. Sure you got it like that?”

“What about the husband discount?”

“Make it 650.”

“Ugh! You’re an evil little gremlin, aren’t you?”

To nobody’s surprise he got his kisses. Several of them and in quick succession resulting in your face being covered in an abhorrent amount of his spit (his full face smooches are always so unnecessarily messy!) Family discount be damned, he’d pay whatever tariff necessary for your love (not that he ever had to!)

“Why did Mommy eat me?!”- yuji's last word

The yard was a picture of peace and beauty—sunlight filtering through the cherry blossom trees, petals drifting lazily on the wind, and little Yuji sitting on your lap, kicking his legs. Sukuna, in his full, massive form, lounged nearby against the trunk of a tree, his hulking figure looking both menacing and oddly relaxed. One of his four arms was tossing a piece of fruit in the air, while the other three rested lazily on his lap.

You were gently combing through Yuji’s soft pink hair as he stared up at you with his big, curious eyes. The boy had been unusually quiet for a few minutes, which was always a red flag. He tilted his head at you, his face a mix of innocent curiosity and confusion.

“Mommy,” Yuji began, “where did I come from?”

You smiled softly, brushing a petal off his cheek. “You came from me, sweetheart. You grew in my tummy before you were born.”

Yuji’s little mouth fell open in shock. He pressed his tiny hands to your stomach, eyes wide with disbelief. “In your tummy?” he repeated, as though you had just revealed the greatest secret of all time.

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded, your tone light and warm.

Yuji sat there, stunned, his mind clearly working overtime to process this revelation. Then, his lips quivered, his eyes welled up, and before you could react, he bolted up and sprinted straight to Sukuna, tears streaming down his little face.

“Daddy!” Yuji wailed, throwing himself against Sukuna’s massive arm like it was a fortress. “Why did Mommy eat me?!”

Sukuna froze for a second, his four crimson eyes blinking in disbelief. Then, a deep, rumbling laugh erupted from his chest, so loud it seemed to shake the entire yard. His sharp teeth glinted as he threw his head back, laughing uncontrollably.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Yuji, that’s not what I meant!” you called, trying not to laugh yourself.

But Yuji clung to Sukuna like his life depended on it. “Daddy, is that why she’s always telling me to eat my food? Because she ate me first?!”

Sukuna was now laughing so hard that tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. “Oh, this is wonderful!” he bellowed, patting Yuji’s back with one massive hand while the others held his stomach. “You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, woman.”

“Don’t encourage him!” you hissed, trying to grab Yuji back, but the little boy was having none of it.

“Don’t let her eat me again, Daddy!” Yuji sobbed, clutching Sukuna’s arm with all the strength his little hands could muster.

Sukuna smirked, his laughter dying down into a devilish grin. “Relax, brat. I’d never let her eat you again. You’re far too noisy to digest properly.”

“HEY!” You protested, throwing a cherry blossom petal at him, which, unsurprisingly, didn’t faze him at all.

Yuji sniffled, his big eyes looking up at Sukuna. “Really?”

“Of course,” Sukuna said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “You’re too much trouble. But don’t get any ideas—just because I won’t eat you doesn’t mean I won’t roast you over a fire if you keep crying like this.”

Yuji’s sniffles turned into giggles, his tears drying instantly as he started poking at Sukuna’s arm. “You’d never roast me, Daddy! Mommy says I’m too sweet for that!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the tiny smirk tugging at his lips. “Sweet, huh? Must take after your mother, then.”

You finally managed to scoop Yuji back into your lap, shaking your head but smiling. “You’re impossible, both of you.”

Yuji grinned up at you, his earlier distress completely forgotten. “Mommy, next time, can I grow in Daddy’s tummy? He’s bigger!”

Sukuna choked on a laugh, while you just sighed dramatically, pressing a kiss to Yuji’s forehead.

As the peaceful evening resumed, Sukuna leaned back against the tree again, still chuckling under his breath. “You’ve got a weird kid, woman,” he muttered, but the glint of pride in his crimson eyes gave him away.

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i freaking love baby yuji so much 😭🥹

𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Modern Fem!Reader x Eren Jaeger┊ONGOING ┊Written in 2nd POV

In which a chronically online Gen Z that went through the pandemic goes to the Attack on Titan Universe and tries her very best to change the ending with an "I can fix him" mentality.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Archive of Our Own ┊ Wattpad

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

When the world is thrown into chaos and safety protocols become the new normal, you must confront the fact that continuing your lifelong dreams of becoming a dancer may no longer be possible after experiencing the loss of a beloved someone due to the pandemic. However, there is always a possibility of finding small joy even in times of despair: the freedom to do whatever you want during quarantine. And perhaps this includes being addicted to the Attack on Titan series. But when an action of yours triggers a phenomenon, you find yourself transported to a familiar world where man-eating titans exist, with the threat of war looming between countries ━ all of a sudden, fiction becomes reality and things take a drastic turn as you encounter your beloved characters. As the stakes become increasingly high with your knowledge about the future, you must learn how to confront your fears, face the consequences of your choices, and with the goal to change the course of history and stop the gruesome fate of many by helping Eren Jaeger discover the true meaning of freedom at all cost.

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

𝟎𝟎𝟎┊Prologue 𝟎𝟎┊From You, 2000 Years Ago 𝟎𝟏┊The Girl Who Knew 𝟎𝟐┊Iced Coffee and Anxieties 𝟎𝟑┊Some Words of Wisdom 𝟎𝟒┊Just a Very Long Dream 𝟎𝟓┊Under The Tree 𝟎𝟔┊Dépaysement 𝟎𝟕┊Held Captive 𝟎𝟖┊Rot Girl Summer [ONGOING]

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Heavy Spoilers, Manga Spoilers, Slow Burn, Long Chapters, Attempt at Humor, Heavy Cursing, Mommy Issues, Blood and Gore, Anxiety Attacks, Grief, Violence, PTSD, Trauma, Mention of food restrictions, Body Dysmorphia, Period-Typical Discrimination, Fascism, Gaslighting, Slavery, Mental Illness, War Crimes, Racism, Death

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

Hello, everyone! I finally decided to post this Eren fic here on tumblr to have more engagement to it. Yes, it's an isekai fic and yes, we will embrace the cringe! The AOT brainrot will not end that's why I wrote this because Eren deserves a happy ending---but before that, please bear with me because this is a slow burn fic. I didn't want this fic just to focus on romance and make Y/N a mary sue---I want her, you, be written as human as possible. This fic will talk about loss, grief, moral dilemmas, psychological trauma and many more along the way. Also, if you don't mind, there will be a LOT of pop culture references. (If you don't like reading those, then it's fine. You are free to exit this fic.) I hope you'll enjoy this ride! feel free to also comment down your thoughts since I love reading comments <3 lots of love!