#dad gojo

it’s been weeks of this — weeks of satoru tenderly trying to lift your frail newborn daughter from your arms, his tall frame hunched over her and his touch agonisingly gentle, only for her to burst out into tears. he just can’t comprehend it!

“it isn’t fair,” he mumbles, slumped over on the couch after yet another failed attempt at picking her up. “i mean, she has my eyes! in fact, she has all my genes, yet she won’t let me pick her up!”

his tone is scandalised, a hint of betrayal seeping into it; but beyond the usual dramatics, there’s a subtle sense of vulnerability in it too. it’s barely there, hidden behind the light-heartedness of his voice so that you almost miss it.

that’s the kind of skill that satoru has mastered by now: being able to feign confidence in the form of borderline obnoxious mock-arrogance. or rather, being able to divert any concerns you may have with a kind of ease and fluidity that’s got to be at least a little bit concerning.

but you don’t miss it this time. not with the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stares at the floor, lost in thought. not when he looks so worn down, eroded of his usual playful demeanour, an unfamiliar tiredness written all over his body.

you can see the way his shoulders are lowered a fraction in exhaustion from the situation, and even despite his joking demeanour, you both seem to have noticed the way his voice lacked its usual charm earlier.

“hey, toru..” you murmur, sliding onto the couch next to him. your daughter is still clinging to your shirt, having only just been lulled to sleep by you. she’s finally finished bawling her eyes out at the sight of her own father. “don’t be like that…it’s nothing. she’ll grow out of it.”

“no, you don’t get it sweets! she must know something…” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i mean, whenever she looks at me with those huge blue eyes, it’s like she’s staring right through me. she must know something i don’t!” with that, he drops his head into his hands with a groan.

you’d laugh at the irony of his words if it weren’t for the defeated look on his face. of all things, you’d never expected to hear satoru gojo complaining about the unsettling nature of the piercing-blue eyes that she’d inherited from him. nonetheless, you gently move your free hand to stroke his back, your voice soft as you rub soothing circles.

“hey, no…she’ll come around soon enough.”

“but what if she doesn’t?” he looks up, pouting once more. “what if i’ve done something wrong? maybe i messed up my first impression or something!”

“…toru, don’t be silly, i don’t think newborns care about first impressions.”

he sits up slowly, assessing your words as his eyes fall once more upon the baby in your arms. her snowy eyelashes flutter slightly as she snoozes, tiny hands curled up against her body. one of her chubby cheeks rests against you as she snores, her tiny chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale she takes. tentatively, satoru brings a hand to run over her small leg, fingers running over the soft fabric of the fluffy bear socks on her feet courtesy of his impulse buying.

he snorts sadly at that, remembering the way he had been so excited to spoil her. he’d ran around, desperate to find only the very best for his sweet daughter: bags of baby toys, soft socks, cute baby outfits and pacifiers. he’d spent hours researching the quality of each, scrolling through reviews, diligently ensuring that his daughter would receive only the best — only for her to sob at the mere sight of his face.

it’s a kind of irony satoru can’t bear. because ultimately, in the eyes of the newborn in your arms, he’s no longer satoru gojo. he’s simply…nothing. stripped of being the strongest, stripped of his usual defence mechanism of feigned-confidence, stripped of his ability to win her over with expensive toys and clothes. he’s left vulnerable, stuck with the discomfort of it all. maybe he isn’t cut out for this. maybe he isn’t cut out for fatherhood.

you study his face, frowning at the way his brows are pinched and his features have melted into something much more vulnerable, tired. he looks deep in thought, barely registering the fact that one of his legs is tapping anxiously. he just stays sat there, eyes absentmindedly resting upon your daughter, zoned out.

your heart aches a little. it’s a strange sight, to see your usually-bold husband reduced to this unfamiliar state, hands tensed in his lap like he’s not sure what to do with himself.

so, you decide to take action yourself.

tenderly, you lift your daughter and quietly place her into satoru’s arms, silently willing her not to wake just yet. you’re not quite sure how you or your poor husband will cope if she does — and the idea of having to lull her back to sleep whilst simultaneously looking into satoru’s face of pure disappointment is one you’re not particularly fond of.

the second the baby is in his arms, satoru tenses up, thrown off-guard for a moment at the sudden action. however he then slowly begins to pull her closer to his chest, arms cradling her more securely now. it’s a bit awkward at first, because for once your poor husband hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself to hold her: no half an hour pep talk in the mirror as usual, no rubbing vanilla baby lotion into his hands before attempting to hold her — after all, apparently the scent of vanilla is soothing to young babies. hours of extensive research and a couple of youtube tutorials on how not to make your newborn daughter cry have taught him that much, at least.

much to his surprise, though, despite his total lack of preparation this time around, she seems to warm up to his touch immediately. despite being fast asleep, she nuzzles her tiny cheek against his chest a little, angling her head just a fraction inwards towards his warmth.

sure, maybe they’re just baby steps, if you can even call them that. but for the first time since his sweet daughter was born, satoru has actually been able to hold her without being subjected to sobs and screams. he tries to fight a tiny smile, and your heart flutters at the sight.

he stays stood there in silence, eyes crinkled in fondness as he peers down at the sleeping girl in his arms, cradling her like she’s precious. and after a few minutes of standing like that, a single, tiny tear begins to form in the corner of his eye, not quite falling yet. it stays there for a few seconds, clinging to soft dove-white lashes before the salty water finally rolls down his face, just barely brushing over the edge of his cheek.

with a tiny sniff, gojo quickly manages to recover his composure, letting his typical confident grin return back onto his features and simultaneously trying to pretend that his eyes aren’t currently going blurry with the threat of fresh, brand-new tears.

“ah— i knew it, so you do like me..!” he chokes out a weak laugh as he addresses the sleeping newborn, his voice half-subdued in a poor attempt at being quiet so as not to wake her. he dramatically crooks his head downwards, his ear right up next to your daughter’s face as though trying to ensure he can hear her better before he speaks up again. “…soo, this means that i’m the favourite parent, right??”

the nerve of him!

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at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.

but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.

satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.

you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.

“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.

he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.

“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.

“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.

“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.

“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.

“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”

“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.

little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…

fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.

it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.

“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.

“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.

when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.

at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?

“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.

“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”

“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.

“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!

you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.

“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”

you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.

“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.

there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.

“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.

“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.

satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”

you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”

“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.

you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”

“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”

“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”

“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”

“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”

“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.

“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”

“nooo…” your son shakes his head.

“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.

“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”

“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.

“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”

“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.

“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”

“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”

“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”

“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.

“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.

you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦

“you know, there’s this girl i have a massive crush on, you wouldn’t believe it,” he whispers dramatically, cradling his baby against his side and resting his cheek on the top of her head.

she babbles sleepily in response.

“yeah, she is pretty amazing, isn’t she?” he sighs dreamily, brushing his fingers over his baby’s cheek. “don’t tell her i said this, but… i still get butterflies when she kisses me. i know, your super duper cool dad is weak for one thing.”

and he goes on, rambling about things that the baby doesn’t even understand. he notices her yawning, eyes drooping, and decides to finish off his monologue.

Dad Gojo :>

Gojo Satoru, many years before, said that if he were to ever have a child, he wanted it to be a boy.

"Don't you like girls or something?" You asked, sitting to a chair next to him as Suguru and Shoko smoke a cigarette not too far.

"Hell nah. I hate all that cute bullshit." He spat, face morphing with anger and disgust.

"C'mon it's not that bad." Suguru spoke, glancing at his way.

"It's annoying. I can't stand the thought of dealing with make-up, princesses, pink everywhere, ribbons, a million stickers, glitter.. Eugh."

But life is a funny thing, and here he is with his 5 year old daughter, laying in the floor on top of the pink carpet of her pink room, two ribbons in his white hair, a sticker on his left cheekbone and terrible make-up on his face while drawing a princess with her.

You watched them silently until you let a giggle.

Satoru turned his head and looked at you. "What's up?" He asked with genuine curiosity, passing a marker to his daughter while holdin glitter to his other hand.

"Nothing, just...what was that again about not wanting a daughter?" You teased.

"Ha ha." He stared at you unimpressed and went back to spending time with his little princess who he loved more than anything in this world, shamelessly embarrassing his younger self who was stupid enough to say that he didn't want a girl. How dare he? That fucker...

"Dad! I need the glitter."

"Of course sweetheart, here you go."

୨୧ ~ 五条 悟 ── “Mom? What was dad like when he was my age?”

୨୧ ~ 五条 悟 ── Your 16 year old daughter asks about how her father acted during his high school years.

CW: MarriageAU, You both had a kid, Husband!Gojo, Fem!Reader, going down memory lane.

“Mom?” Your daughter called out for you from the living room. You were standing in the kitchen rinsing off a plate. “Yeahhh?” You called back hearing her feet pad against the wooden floor.

You placed the clean plate into the dish rack before turning around. “What’s up, sweetie?” Your eyes drifted from her white hair down to the red digital camera in her hands. “What was dad like when he was my age?”

Her colored eyes stared at you innocently. She was the complete opposite of Satoru when it comes to his actions as a teenager. You couldn’t help but let out a snicker while stepping closer towards your daughter.

“Your dad was many things.” You started, leading her back to the living room. “He was annoying, flirty, popular..” you sat down on the soft cushion patting the spot next to you. “He was always getting into trouble, one time he stole Nanami’s phone and had to do laps all day long!”

A bright smile grew on your lips as your looked back at the digital camera. “Where’d you find this, hm?” You scrolled through the photos of your Highschool life. Satoru or you had taken all these photos.

Some were Satoru being chased around, him sleeping on your chest, you sleeping with your mouth wide open, and more which was enough for the nostalgia to flood over body.

“I found it in a box..you guys look like you’re having lots of fun!” Your daughter had a bright smile on her face as she scooted closer. “How did you confess to dad, ma?” Those innocent eyes stared at you once again.

“I never confessed,” you admitted proudly. “Your father was absolutely whipped for me, he would try to flirt with me everyday and he always made it obvious he was in love with me.” You smirked hearing the heavy footsteps of your husband.

“Now that’s a lie!” Satoru exclaimed walking into the room. He plopped down next to you and pouted. “Your mother actually confessed her love to me through a letter— in fact I still have it.” Not even a few seconds of sitting down and he was already getting up to leave.

“I told you he was whipped, sweetie” you smirked pointing to your husband.

“I am not!” Satoru called out as he left the room in search for that letter of yours.

a/n: I’m sorry it’s short guys and I’m have a shat ton of writers slump 💔! Anyways hope you enjoyed this ff I wanna make a dad Gojo series I feel like that’d be fun! That aside, I love yahhhh

xoxo, SECRET

Pairing: Dad Gojo x f!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, missionary, established relationship, domestic intimacy, parenthood, interrupted sex, new parents struggles, emotional intimacy, soft gojo satoru, dad gojo, mutual pining, frustration/denial

Synopsis: After months of rushed moments and quiet nights, you and Satoru finally get some time alone. This time, you’re not stopping. …until you have to.

It’s 10 PM.

You put your baby down about two hours ago.

You love him with everything you can give—but not everything about this stage can be romanticized.

He’s eight months old now, and while the sleepless nights aren’t as brutal as they were in the beginning, they’re still there.

The early wake-ups.

The crying.

The restless shifting.

Sometimes he needs something… sometimes he just needs you.

Or his dad.

And all of that has changed things—more than either of you expected.

Especially your sex life with Satoru.

You and Satoru have been starving for each other for months now. Wanting, waiting, stealing what little moments you can.

But most of the time, it’s rushed.

Quiet.

Careful.

Always listening for a sound from the other room.

Never like this.

So today, you both decided—almost wordlessly—that you needed a night.

A real one.

۶ৎ SUMMARY. Satoru is tasked to go grocery shopping with his 2 beloved children. That should be an easy task...right?

CONTENT.FLUFF Domestic Fluff, Dad satoru, Wife!reader, Megumi is Satoru and yours adopted son, Satoru's six eyes being completely useless, may be some typos, WC: 1.6K

CREDS. Divider credits to: @/hauntingmybones, image creds to @/keki_1205 on X

A/N. I got ths idea from an interview i saw with the jjk english voice actors, and someone asked what kind of parent Satory would be T.T

Parenthood is a beautiful thing, and Satoru thinks it's the best thing that has ever happened to him.

He has his beautiful wife, his loving and totally not mean adopted son Megumi, and his nine month old daughter whom he adores endlessly.

He’s an incredible dad—better than most dads out there, if you ask him. He's silly and cracks the stupidest dad jokes that make Megumi groan and cover his ears (that's how he knows they're good).

On top of that, you absolutely cannot take Satoru anywhere because the entire time he'll be yapping to anything with ears about how much he loves his wife and kids.

He even does house chores when you can't get to them, and listens immediately when you task him with simple things like changing the baby's diaper.

If you were to ask Satoru, he would say he deserves a "Worlds Best Dad" award, because of how great he is at parenting.

satoru’s anniversary surprise with his secret mini accomplice! ༉‧₊˚.

“okay, so you remember what daddy told you, right, mango?” 

“mhmm…mango remember....” 

it had been nine years since satoru had vowed to love you through sickness and health, good and bad, ups and downs, unconditionally and irrevocably. and with today being your anniversary, he wanted to make it the best one yet. 

recruiting his secret helper—your three-year-old daughter—whom he nicknamed ‘mango’ after your nineteen-week ultrasound. the name stuck ever since. she was sweet and just as unserious as her father; there was no doubt whose kid she was. with her father's wild white hair and striking blue eyes, did your genes even try???

her chubby hands slapped over her mouth, nodding with such a serious expression that satoru nearly laughed. “you promise to keep it secret, mango?” 

the task was simple. 

she’d tiptoe into the bedroom, wake your sleeping form with gentle pecks, tell you anniversary, and that he had a surprise. to which he’d burst into the room like a knight in shining armor, baring gifts, and himself—which he deemed a gift in itself. 

“promise, daddy…” her muffled voice replied behind her palms. she took her secret missions with daddy very seriously. not a joking manner in the slightest. 

he smiled, heart nearly bursting, and pecked her cheek: “there’s my girl; now go get her tiger!” letting her jump into action. 

that was the green light, their ‘secret’ code. springing into action, she tiptoed to the best of her ability into the bedroom, tiny toes padding on the mahogany hardwood floors. really, she looked like dracula from hotel transylvania, searching for a midnight snack, but he kept the comment to himself. giggling like a schoolboy from the doorway.  

once she approached the bed, she crawled up to the best of her ability, swinging her chubby legs up and crawling over to you, your sleeping form peaceful and unsuspecting, lips parted and knit brows, blankets tucked under your chin, and in some weird sleeping position. 

leaning in, she peppered feather-like kisses over your face, cheeks, eyelids, nose, and temple. leaving not one inch of skin unscathed from the sloppy love she had for her mother. “mommy…” she whispered loudly, patting your cheek, “mommy, wake up, it’s anni day…”

you stirred, groaning in your sleep and asking for three more minutes. voice thickened with sleep, and prior exhaustion from dealing with a toddler and a toddler in husband form all night. “mm…gimme two more minutes…” 

“mommy, wake up!” she was getting impatient now, frown deepening and patting your cheek firmer this time, “daddy has s’prize!”   

an eye cracked open immediately, suddenly interested in what this surprise your husband held now. it was your anniversary after all; you’d been eyeing the clock since it hit 12.

thick blankets shifted as you finally sat up, greeted by that adorably mini satoru. she was delighted you’d finally woken up, pride filling her toothy grin. “daddy has a s’prize!” she repeated, bouncing on the mattress. 

a slow, wicked smile tugged at your lips; you knew she was a little snitch. the girl had a track record of being terrible with secrets, having spoiled your birthday surprise for satoru last year and his christmas gift for you the year prior. 

“can you give mama a hint, baby?” 

silence. 

her eyes widened, cheeks puffing out comically like she was practically bursting trying to hold it in. she quickly shook her head, zipping her lips like daddy taught her. 

you huffed, eyes sparkling with amusement, “ohh… it’s like that…? fine. guess no more tea parties.” 

“daddy got you flowers, smell good thingy (perfume), and new necklace!!!” she shouted suddenly, folding at the lightest pressure. 

bingo. 

before she could spill any more of satoru’s plan, he burst through the doors, rushing over to scoop her off the bed. 

“you little snitch! mango, you promised me!” he gasped dramatically, one hand clutching his heart, feigning hurt. luckily he didn't tell her about the dinner plans.

she instantly realized she had made a mistake…again. patting her lips and giving him those puppy eyes, “i sorry daddy…mango bad…?” 

you stifled a giggle from the bed, to which he shot a glare over her head, promising you’d also be paying for this. he knew you manipulated his sweet, innocent mango. “no, baby, mango isn’t bad…mama is...”

“mama bad??” 

“mhm…so baddd, papa has to punish her later, hm?” 

“yes! punish mama!”

his eyes remained locked on you, sharing a look that he definitely didn’t mean the punishment her innocent mind was imagining. he had something farrr from time out in mind. 

“uh huh…alright mango, daddy has to go give mama her kisseys now, kay?” 

satoru sat her down, letting her rush out of the room in a fit of giggles, thinking she’d succeed at her secret mission with her papa.

he watched her until she disappeared down the hall before kicking the door shut, his attention fully turning to you now, his tall form slowly stalking over, and his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “manipulating my mango now?” 

you bit back a grin, shifting back on the bed, knowing what was coming. “i don’t know what you're talking about…i’d never.”

“never my ass.” 

“you’re gonna pay for this, lady.” he pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, ignoring the soft yelp, and leaned down, his strong arms on either side of your head, caging you in. “but first…” 

his eyes dropped to your lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss there. “happy anniversary, baby.” 

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a/n: i loved making this so bad, it actually my favorite work yet. i need dadjo in my LIFEEE. thinking abt making a series. if you seen the mother’s day error…no you didn’t 👀👀. mlist