gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious
HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.
The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”
First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.
Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”
You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.
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4 Ways Gun Kisses you
Park Jonggun x Gn! reader
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1) Because you’re relaxing. He so rarely has time to himself his job constantly keeps him busy so when he finally has time to relax you're the first person he runs to, these kisses are slightly desperate but he pulls them back before you can realize just how much — how deeply— he’s missed you.
2) Because you’re useful. You have connections. You know information about any and everyone. If it weren’t for the fact that you were so unabashedly loyal to your gang, and too much of a hassle to fight all of them for, he would have had you as a successor. But no you insist on playing this game of cat and mouse, stringing him along with tantalizing details but never enough to satisfy. So when he finally has you shoved up against a wall he’s so angry he doesn’t know whether he wants to fuck you or beat you to a pulp. Probably both. Not necessarily in that order.
3) Because it's better than fighting you. Because this is a new kind of domination. Because he needs to know that he’s better than you in every way. It's his tongue that slides past your pretty lips, it's his arms that curl around you, it's his lap that you're pulled onto. It's all him. Him. Him. Just for you. But like everything you fight him every step of the way. It's your hand around his throat, it's you who tangles your fingers into his hair and yanks it back hard. It's you who presses sloppy open mouthed kisses along his adam's apple. It’s you who pushes him back against the mattress admiring him splayed out under you. Maybe he can let you be better than him… just this once.
4) Because Goo hates it, he lives to inconvenience Goo as soon as he’s walking into the room Gun has his mouth all over you, it pisses Goo off to know end but that's half the fun of it, hearing him make fake gagging noises as Gun kisses you harder, really just showing off that he has you and Goo has no one.
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one of the things about having an unstable parent is that it can so easily ruin your future. you want to get out, but getting out takes having agency. it takes the resume and the grades and the stellar community service history.
but you have to choose your battles. you know if you sign up for an after-school activity, it'll be okay for a while, so long as the activity is parent-approved and god-fearing. over time, like all things, it will become an argument (i can't keep carting your ass to these things) or a weapon (talk to me like that again, see if you get to go to practice). sometimes, if you love the thing, it's worth it. but you also know better than to love something: that's how they get you. if you ever actually want something, it will always be the center of their attention. they will never stop threatening you with it. telling you of course i'm a good parent, i came to all of those stupid events.
you learn to balance yourself perfectly. you can either have a social life or you can have hobbies. both of these things will be under constant scrutiny. you spend too much time with her, you should be at home with family is equally paired with you're acting like this because you're addicted to what's on that goddamn screen. you cannot ever actually win, so everything falls within a barter system that you calculate before entering: do you want to learn how to drive? if so, you'll need to give up asking for a new laptop, even though yours died. maybe you can work on a computer at the library. of course, that would mean you'd be allowed to go to the library, which would mean something else has to bleed. nothing ever actually comes free.
and that bitter, horrible irony: you could be literally following their orders and it still isn't pretty. they tell you to get a job; they hate that your job keeps you late and gives you access to actual money. they tell you to do better in school; they say no child of mine needs a tutor. they want you to stop being so morose, don't you know there are people who are really suffering - but they revile the idea you might actually need therapy.
you didn't survive that fall the way other people would. you've seen other people scramble and get their way out, however they could. maybe you were made too-soft: the answer didn't come to you easily. it wasn't quick. it was brutal and nasty. some people even asked you why didn't you just work hard and escape during school? and you felt your head spinning. why didn't you? (they control your financial aid. they control your loan status. they love having that kind of thing). maybe in another life you got diagnosed sooner and got the meds you needed to actually focus and got attention from the right teachers who helped you clear hurdles to get up out of here - but for now? here?
the effort of trying. the effort of not-dying. that kind of effort was absolutely agonizing.
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cant get over how the kiddads all left the forgotten realms all kinds of fucked up with trauma that they would carry with them for the rest of their lives and terry just has a cool dad now.
nicky? will be in a permanent state of identity crisis for the rest of his life, constantly having to deal with the fact that his entire life as nicholas was fabricated
lark? released an entire fucking chaos deity, ridden with guilt and self-hatred, and will never have a healthy relationship with his father again
terry? loves his stepdad :)
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Your planning on cosplaying Charlie? I'd recommend lighting up your skin first, because from that post with his shirt, your a bit too dark skinned... Just my opinion though 🤷
LMAOOOO BRO NO FUCKIN' WAY 💀💀💀 YOU GOTTA BE TROLLING BRO NO SHOT YOU ARE FR 😭😭😭
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