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have you ever looked at a stranger and wonder do they know how beautiful they look?? how elegant is their posture?? do they know that were they in the 19th century, john millais would've drawn them as a nymph?

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everyone fought cause they wanted to see you smile

I cannot express how much this scene means to me.

#the parallels we deserved (x)(x)

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series)

[Pure fluff, child rearing, Dad Satoru, w/ Kouki]

[Note: 3.5k word count. First twelve months with the precious mochi. Anyways enjoy everyone! Thanks to my Mom for some of the references.]

["Thank you for the, likes, reblogs, replies & 100 followers guys, I am so lucky to have each of you visiting this blog and reading my works!" —Grey]

Saika's Gemstones

Milestones

• 1st Month: Your sweet little mochi is a total crybaby, Kouki absolutely hates to be put down. Sometimes you get scared if you messed up because he wouldn't stop crying.

Satoru tries his best to come home as early as possible to help you and the sight of you cradling your sniffling Kikufuku while your eyes puffy and red tug his heart achingly.

"Hey honey, let me handle him in a minute." Satoru practically disappeared to the bath and took a quick shower, not more than 10 minutes later he is now holding Kouki and finally you got to breathe.

"When did you last rest?" Satoru frowned, noticing your bloodshot eyes, hair unkempt and simply how exhausted you seem.

That's when you broke down another batch of fresh tears. Because honestly you don't know... The moment you woke up 4 in the morning till now that sun has sunk, only did you got to sit without worrying for Kouki.

"Sleep hon, I'll take care of things from here," Satoru gently wipe the tears streaming down your cheeks and kissed your head, careful not to wake the tiny mochi.

• 2nd month: Kouki feeds a lot from you, one reason he's chubbier not to mention his fair complexion your son is definitely a precious mochi. Babies still don't have good eyesight at this stage yet but his chubby tiny hands would try to reach out for his Mama.

"My angels," Satoru grinned watching the video of his son and wife's bonding time which you shoot with the camera he bought since your pregnancy.

"He cries a lot lesser now," you smiled, glancing over Kou's crib at the foot of your bed where he's sleeping soundly.

"My Little Kikufuku is always latching on Mommy, how about Daddy hon?" Satoru suggestively whispered, biting the lobe of your ear and hands found your tights squeezing the plumper flesh cajoling you with his touch.

• 3rd month: Kouki starts having better vision and grabbing on things, you Kikufuku sometimes tries to lift his head.

Satoru insists in taking care of Kouki on Saturdays and Sundays—juggling his work and time he's trying his best because he don't want to be an absent parent or part-time husband to you. You both decided not to include anyone from Gojo clan or hired nannies, which isn't easy at all, dealing with your newborn and post-partum but Satoru does all he can do to help you and be there for his son.

"My Kikufuku wants Papa's glasses?" While holding the milk bottle feeding his son, Satoru leaned close to Kouki's hand trying to reach out to him.

"When you're older Papa will buy you lots of glasses."

• 4th month: You know Satoru talks a lot, well a not so surprise—but so does your son.

Kouki babbles a lot! Probably to Satoru and you always talking to your baby or simply with each other—mainly Satoru narrating about his day or asking you how were you and Kou, what did you do today?

Thankfully he laughs and smile now instead of crying. Kou would often try to interrupt your and Satoru's talk.

"Love, where's the detergent?"

"There was no detergent in the list."

"There was! I wr—"

"Ku~!"

You and Satoru froze, blinking you turned to your son innocently looking at you from being cradled in his Papa's arms.

"Ahhh~! Did my Kikufuku just said his first word? Say Pa-pa?" Satoru squealed and grab the camera.

Suffice to say your son's first word wasn't Mama or Papa, but his nickname you and your husband loves calling him by.

Kou also loves listening to yours or Satoru's voice either reading him a book or simply cooing him.

"Once upon a time I saved your Mama from an ugly witch—" Satoru started.

"Stop that," Chopping his head with your hand you sigh seeing your son intently look to his Papa as if waiting for more.

• 5th month: Kouki can now sit without support, and is interested in Mama's food and Papa's sweets and teething.

Satoru bought a customized LARGE crib, so large it could fit him, you, and Kou inside. In most nights when he's not out for mission you three would be in the crib playing with Kou or just snuggling together until your sweet son gets tired and fall asleep.

Another advantage of the crib us seeing the little guys learning to crawl around or holding on the woodpiece trying to sit or stand with Satoru always encouraging and showing him how to do it.

Lately Kou has been crying more than he does over the months. Taking his temperature your heart panicked realising your son having his first fever.

You called Satoru while changing and grab your bag telling him you're taking Kou to the hospital of his pediatrician.

"Hush my Little Kikufuku," you found your husband cooing your son in his arms not five minutes passing after hanging up.

"Ijichi will be here any minute, taking us to the hospital."

Satoru would be a liar if he says he's not anxious but gazing at you soothing Kou with soft whispers and hushes his heart also subsides.

"Your baby is in his early age of teething." The doctor explained and you both listened carefully.

It seems your Little Mochi us teething earlier than most babies do. Fever is not common but crying is because his gums are swelling and might bleed when the tooth erupts.

Your husband inwardly flinch listening to his son's pain. Coming home you prepared the things advised to help soothe Kou's pain; chilling his pacifier, and when you're back to the living room your found Satoru ever so gently giving Kouki's gums a massage—the pediatrician said it could ease your son's pain.

"Papa's got you buddy..."

•6th months: You and Satoru are aware that Kou is a lot more perceptive than most babies his age, he's an 'early bloomer' thus celebrate! You're halfway for the first year of being parents, go get yourself a 'half cake' because you deserve it.

"Ma!" You turn back and saw your adorable son in his kitty pajamas sitting in his crib looking at you.

"Did my Little Kikufuku called Mama?" You cooed.

At the sound of his pet name, saccharine smile stretch Kouki's apple red lips, showing his adorable white two front teeth melting your heart.

Satoru brought home a strawberry shortcake you both shared over dinner while watching your son try his first steamed carrots and sweet potato in thumb-cube sizes.

"Is it yummy sweetheart?"

Kou looked at you and continued munching messily on his meal.

"Because you're a good boy Papa will give you cake! Yeyy! Open up buddy~" Satoru cheered cutting a small portion to Kou.

"Don't get ahead of your self," flicking his forehead, you glare at your husband taking away the fork and continued watching the pictures since your son's first months.

"My Kikufuku might turn to a bunny at this rate," Satoru chuckled wiping the crumb of carrot from his son's lip side.

"Pa?" Kouki mumbled staring at Satoru when he heard his pet name. Blissfully Satoru smiled at his son and leaned down to you by his side draping his long arms around your shoulder. Affectionately and full of adoration kissed your temple in silent gratitude.

• 7th month: Kouki's heavier and more active making you busier and more exploring in preparing his foods.

"You're really looking a lot like Papa," softly you mumbled staring at Kou eating apple. His white hair—totally carbon copy of his father's growing longer that you cannot imagine having to cut it anymore

"Papa?" Kou recognizing Satoru's name blinked up to you his artic lashes and turn to the direction of the door.

"Later sweetheart, Papa's still at work," you explained.

"Mama, up?" Stretching his chubby arms to you, indulging the little mochi you pick him up knowing he inherited his father's love language of being clingy.

"You're getting heavier sweetheart," you chuckled opening the door to the inner garden Satoru insisted on having—Kouki loves to spend his early morning here feeling the warm sun and you holding him to support his body to walk around touching the plants .

"Ma~!" Kou squealed like a melody to your ears when you found his cute tummy tickling the baby skin.

• 8th months: Your Kikufuku challenging his dad who's the best screaming noise.

"Left side, right side

Ha o mukidashite pa-pa-pa terekusai ne~

Left side, right side,

Ha o mukidashite pa-pa-pa

You are King—"

"Papaaaaaa!"

Satoru's early morning concert was cut short of Kouki screaming like a banshee.

"Hey Kikufuku, what's wrong?" Satoru dropped the spatula he's holding and turned the stove off walking back to Kouki in his little crib in the living room.

Innocent eyes look up to him and Satoru also look back confused to his son's sudden scream.

Bemused Satoru went back to finish preparing breakfast with you still asleep since it's weekend and Satoru's home.

"Doko ni ikundayo?

Boku wa nanimo dekina kattandayo

Utsukushi sugita hito yoooo~

Oh baby~"

You listen at your husband singing his heart's out doing the laundry. Satoru got an ear shattering voice but he's undoubtedly a great singer—unless the song turns to his dirty songs in Friday night in the bed.

"Ima sugu ni, ima sugu ni dakishimetai dayo, zutto kimi no soba ni dake ittakatanda~

Kokoro no naka wa namida no ame no melody kimi to sugoshita hibi wa wasurare nante dekinai'n d—"

Satoru was cut off by his son singing the ABC song—which Satoru also taught Kouki thinking he just wanna see his son can speak/sing in English even before one years old. Another thing to brag about his little mochi in his workplace.

"M, N, O, P!" Kouki tug your sleeves asking you to look and sing with him.

"W, X, Y and Z!"

"Very good Kou! My baby is so smart!"

You cheered clapping your hands from Kouki finishing the song giggling at his cute smile

"What about me?" Satoru pouted and sigh from the laundry room picking out the clothes for hanging.

• 9th month: Kouki loves going out with Satoru in morning strolls before his Papa leaves for work. He can now walk with Satoru just holding his hand—but your husband just loves carrying the little Kikufuku anyway.

"What's that Kou?" Satoru pointed out to the passing dog leaning down to hold his son's hand considering the huge gap of height.

"Inu-tsan!" Kou cheered in his baby voice with a smile holding his Papa's hand and taking baby steps.

Internally Satoru resisted squealing at his son cute voice and expressive face that Satoru just knows Kouki inherited from you.

"Papa, ohana-tsan," Kou pointed to the flower shop they passed.

"You want a flower, hmmm?" Satoru stopped and open his arms to pick up Kouki, which his son immediately accepted hugging his Papa's neck as they enter the flower shop.

"Mama, ohana-tsan suki!" Kou with innocent eyes roam his head awed by the varieties of colorful flowers.

"Which one do you like Kou?" Satoru asked.

It's cute to see his son learn to decide and get involve with the world. Satoru wants to educate Kouki as early as possible in the most nurturing and fun way to learn to decide and have the initiative.

That morning in the breakfast your husband and son gifted you a carnation.

"Thank you Kou, Mama loves it very much!" You kiss the tiny cherub's cheeks who giggled in delight. Sneaking a kiss to your husband too in silent thanks.

"Bye-bye Papa," you kissed Satoru's cheeks.

Children are great imitators, so as much you and Satoru show Kouki what or how to do things and attitudes.

"Papa, bye-bye," Kouki hugged Satoru for the last time til he comes home again.

"I love you both," Satoru kissed you both in your head—with an extra kiss on your lips while covering his son's eyes leaving your lips a little swollen after the short moment with your husband.

• 10 months: Family baths in weekend.

You and Satoru always have a warm bath together after the tiring day—for leisure and just some lovey-dovey time—coz let's be honest taking care of a child that relies on you 24/7 is exhausting. But hey you have a new bath-mate!

"Papa howld!" Kouki's arctic white brows furrowed grabbing to Satoru at the sight of water filling in the large tub—and when I say large I mean customized to fit your husband's towering 190 centimetres height with enough room for five more person. Coz why not splurge just for a jacuzzi tub? Satoru's can burn money if he wants.

"Which soap would you like Kou?" You ask your frowning son, presenting to him his bubble bath soaps for babies Satoru bought along with the sea cucumber patterned baby floater Satoru is holding ready go around Kouki's body.

"Bwue one," you poured a cupful and give it to his tiny hands instructing him to pour it to the water as his father lean forward closer to the tub.

At the sight of bubbles the doubts earlier on your little mochi's face disappear squealing to get in the tub.

"Buddy look," Satoru blow a big bubble from his hand bursting in front of a giggling and splashing Kouki. The usual fluffy long hair of your son is drenched making him look like a drowned kitten just like Satoru.

You stare at your father-son duo although noisy from your usual intimate and slow night baths but your heart flutters everytime your son beams and your husband making your son smile.

"Hey Mommy, what are you thinking?" Satoru nudge you kissing your shoulders while watching Kouki excitedly float around the wide tub.

"You and Kou makes my heart immesurably happy." You head found the spaces of his shoulders leaning backwards and letting your eyes close for a moment until Satoru's soft lips found yours in a slow and sweet captivation.

• 11 months: Your baby is one month away from being a toddler. Kouki truly inheriting his father's genes is all over the place following you like a tail now that the little Kikufuku can walk on his own.

"Why do I feel like it's been so long and so fast at the same time?" Satoru asked in daze flipping the album of your pregnancy photos—you could bet there's nearly a thousand of pics in that thick, thick album.

"Time is a tease," you replied curling up to Satoru's side.

"There are times I have to ask myself if I'm being a decent father," Satoru sighed under the dim lights of your room. He is trying his best. But that doesn't mean it's always warm and sunny moments—he could see you get tired, frustrated, and need a help, and he's really sorry and tied down for having to leave in the inconvenient times for his job.

He hated it seeing your cheeks tainted with dried tears as you sleep in the cold bed when he gets home. He hates to think not being there to help you shush the Little Kikufuku's cries, he hates to think his son looking for him after days of not seeing his father not wanting Kouki to grow up thinking Satoru is just his part-time father.

You notice his eyes swirling arrays of emotions under the dim light.

"You are Love, Kou loves you so much, I know you're trying your best and we won't ask more than anything you can give. You're enough, more than enough for me and Kou," kissing his doubts away you let him cave in and snuggle to the confines of your arms.

"Sweetheart could you sit down please? Mama can't work with you behind me," you crouch down coming face to face with your son's vibrant eyes.

"Papa towld Kou prowtect Mama," he mumbled walking up to you hugging you in his small figure.

How can you be tired of how sweet your son could be?

"Then can you protect the chair for Mama? You sit here and watch over Mama, 'kay?"

You showed him his baby chair near the table.

"No," he shook his head holding on to your shirt.

"Why?"

"Mama, suki!"

How unfair this little guy could wrap you in his words. Still—you sighed and told him not to be too close. Steaming his favorite potato and carrot stick you tricked your son into sitting in his meal while you finish preparing the dinner.

"More?"

You chuckled at Kouki extending his bowl with hoping eyes. Little foodie like his father.

• 12 months: Where should we start? It's a half sad half success to pack away the baby clothes Kouki has outgrown, remembering how you and Satoru bicker over which one to buy. Where did the time go? Your baby is now a toddler each passing day nearing his birthday you can't help but smile in mixed emotions.

• Your mother and father-in-law or should I say the rest of the elders in Gojo clan enticed you to visit the estate with Kouki for the celebration they prepared for their young master.

"It's my sperm and your egg our Little Kikufuku was made from. Don't bother putting up with those geezers they're trying to change your mind in having our son stay in the Estate." Satoru scoffed after you told him about his clan's visit.

"I know, I just don't want to jeopardize anything—you're still their clan head."

"Precisely, they should know where to keep their noses out from." Satoru muttered darkly.

"Papa!"

Yours and Satoru's faces instantly soften at your son hopping his way to you and his father dragging the huge white kitty stuff toy Satoru brought home.

"Hey there my Kikufuku, do you wanna see the ocean?"

You stare at Satoru's strange question. Ever since Kou can understand you and his father better you both always ask him what he likes to teach him how to make choices.

"Owcean? With the namako-tsan?"

"Yup, with the sea cucumber and the star fish, and the kelp, and with Kouki!"

"Umu! Ikku!" Kouki energetically raised his hand jumping up and down from his Papa's words.

—

"Mama!" Kouki shrieking ran back to you close to tears when the waves chased him to the shore.

The little mochi clung to your legs burying his face behind you glaring at the ocean under the beach umbrella and the blanket laid out on the white sand you soothe the sniffling Kikufuku.

"Are you scared?" You asked the little guy wiping away the tears away and poking the pouting cheeks.

"Umi-tsan down't like Kou," he huffed accusingly.

"Of course not, the sea likes you see the waves they're saying hi," you explained to the little guy.

"Hey what's wrong son? Come Papa will go with you," Satoru topless only on his black trunks walk to the umbrella you're under holding the cooler filled with cold drinks perfect for the early summer in this secluded private beach he rented to have a family get away for the first time and celebrate Kouki's first birthday—just the three of you.

"Papa, umi-tsan down't like me. Namako-tsan not here too!" Your baby complained to his father who immediately picked up his son cooing him and made Kou sit over his shoulders.

"You have to go in the sea to know, like this—" Satoru walk into the shallow parts of the shore stepping in the fine sand and waves showing his son. "Umi-san likes Papa, see?"

"Namako-tsan?"

"About that... Let's search for a sea cucumber around here Papa's sure there's one, then we'll bring Mama along, 'kay?" Satoru ruffled Kouki's long hair and let the little mochi down holding his hand.

"Umi-tsan likes Kou?" Innocent eyes look up to Satoru.

"Yes, the ocean likes you Kou," how Satoru badly wants to protect that delicate innocence.

Unbeknownst to the father-son duo you're engraving their first beach bonding by the camera not wanting to forget this scene even if time pass by.

—

Turning the lights off, the dim light from the candle illuminated the room, but unlike most kids Kou didn't act scared but more giddy than ever making all those adorable excited noise kids do.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Kouki~ happy birthday to you!" Satoru cheered holding a customized Kikufuku cake he especially ordered while you hold Kou in your arms.

"Is that fowr me?!" Your son stare in awe at the fluffy food and candle above clapping so happily.

"Yes it's for Kou! Can you blow the candle?"

"Thawnk you Mama, thawnk you Papa!"

He leaned forward so much you had to hold him back or else his hair you've been treasuring to grow will get burned. Blowing hard that marks his first year in this world.

"Ahhh! You can't grow up to fast Papa will miss hugging you like this!" Satoru rub his face against Kouki after both of them finish half of the Kikufuku cake, mostly Satoru.

"Kou loves Papa!" Kouki cheered making Satoru squeal more.

How life changed so much because of meeting Satoru—pity that most only see his Six Eyes as the most devastatingly beautiful reflection of blues only those who delve in deeper will see there's more to him that painted your life into kaleidoscope of hues—the reason there's Kouki and all the milestones you experienced and will experience in the future.

—GreyCaelum

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Wholesome family moment!

There's nothing better than spending time with your family!

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I might be going insane, but like, the parallels!!

The first time Hooty and Lilith are on screen together

VS their reunion

I’m gonna cry! These two mean the world to me!

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS!

Hooty likely has no idea that Lilith was turned into a puppet despite him trying so hard to protect her!

And she was also turned twice! HE TRIED SO HARD THE FIRST TIME AND IT DIDN'T MATTER!!!

There is no way anyone told him!

PS: Hooty definitely has nightmares about not being able to protect Lilith and she has nightmares about him sacrificing himself for her.