note: smth very short thats been sitting in my drafts for a while and i decided to work on since my insomnia kicked in. enjoy.
suguru can feel you staring at him, which he finds quite hilarious.
you on the other hand? you were fuming. or at least trying to.
because you know the argument you just had with suguru wasn’t really an argument, and that you were probably being dramatic and absolutely—no, certainly needed to hear suguru laugh again —he laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes and you could feel your face heating up.
god, he was so fucking attractive.
so the question was—do you have a crush on me?
suguru had responded with—we have been married for four years. which was obviously the wrong answer and your husband should’ve known that.
“okay so you hate me.”
“baby, I married you.”
“what if someone dared you to?” to which suguru grimaced at.
“I’m not 15.”
“oh but you wish you were.”
stepping closer to you, making sure that he can still see the pancakes from his spot just in case they burn, suguru bends down to your level. “what does that mean baby?”
you try your best to unaffected by the close proximity, this was your husband for fuck’s sake. but even years later, the purple of his eyes makes you feel weak in the knees.
“you’d be the age where you hadn’t met me yet.” you add with a roll to your eyes, crossing your arms over your puffed out chest.
it catches suguru off guard, but he is clearly enjoying the little show you were putting on. because a few moments later, he is resting his forehead on your shoulder and his entire body trembles.
“what— are you laughing?!”
your husband cradles your face in his hands, pulling away from your shoulder to kiss your lips while you jokingly push him away.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry that was just so—“
“don’t talk to me! you don’t even take me seriously anymore!”
“I do! I just didn’t expect that kind of response.” he tries to reason with you, but to no avail.
and so now you were on the couch pouting, and he was sitting on the other side of the couch with a plate of pancakes.
“are you sure you don’t want some pancakes?”
“I wish I put poison in them.” you mutter under your breath, and suguru still thinks you’re the funniest person alive.
“a murderer announcing how they’re going to kill their target?” he teases, leaning closer to you while you pretend to stare anywhere but at his face.
“yeah and I would make sure no one finds your body.”
“how would you do that, baby?” you raise an eyebrow at him, and he mirrors your action, bringing his face closer to you. “I am kind of a big guy. wouldn’t that be a hassle to you?”
screw him for knowing how to make you fold.
“…I would have anger fueled strength.”
he gasps dramatically. “anger fueled?”
you nod. “because you hate me.”
“because I said I married you.”
“which was basically ignoring the question ‘do you have a crush on me?’ so yeah.”
“interesting.”
“to someone who’s full of disdain and hatred, yes it would be very interesting.”
the longer suguru stared at you, the more he effortlessly towered over you on the couch, the harder it was to keep the act going. his brown eyes stare deeply into your soul as he sets the plate down, turning to face you.
it’s silent at first, just his eyes staring at you and your face slowly warming up under his intense gaze.
“…what?” you finally break the silence, blinking repeatedly.
“four years down the road, and you still blink so much when you’re nervous.”
a habit no one noticed, not even your own mother. your eyes get watery when you’re nervous, they’re truly the mirror to your soul—
of course suguru would know that better than anyone else.
you sit there, lips parted in awe at his words and your face feeling like a furnace. if there was any person in the world who could make you feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time, it would be suguru.
“..sounds like you have a crush on me or something.” you mumble under your breath, trying your best not to crack under his gaze and he laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips.
Gojo is the type to kick his feet in the air n’ listen to you talk about anything and everything until you mention how that new coworker of yours has been a bit too flirty- and suddenly he’s pounding you into the couch until you can’t even remember how your day went.
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So! This is my work for @slvttyplum’s prompt event: ‘“We're dating?? Since when??”’--enjoy!
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The sound of the spoon gently tapping against the ceramic coffee cup floated between the two of you as he stirred the sugar with unusual patience. Gojo had his legs crossed over the chair in front of yours, his typical teasing smile in place, lips closed, and his sunglasses slid down to the tip of his nose. You could see the small marks that had started to form on his nose from wearing them. No matter how noisy the café was, for him, it was all about you.
You slowly frowned as you held your phone in your hands, which, surprisingly, felt warm. You had just opened a message from a coworker who, with a tone that was somewhere between curious and envious, had written: 'Wow, I didn’t know you were dating Gojo-sensei. I thought it was just a rumor.'
That made you look up at him, your gaze filled with disbelief.
“Are we dating? Since when?”
Gojo stayed silent for a couple of seconds. Just long enough for you to wonder if you had finally caught him off guard. But then, the curve of his smile widened in amusement, making you scoff lightly.
“You’re just realizing it now?” he responded in his usual carefree tone, resting his chin on one hand. “Ah, the pain of loving someone so oblivious.”
You let out a soft sigh, massaging your temples.
“Gojo, we’re not dating.”
“Sounds like someone forgot all our dates. How cruel!”
“Eating together because you kidnap me for lunch is not a date”
“Then, what about last week at the festival…?”
“You forced me to go with you just because you wanted to win the biggest plushie at the raffle!” you shot back, completely embarrassed.
Gojo leaned forward, looking thoughtful.
“Hmm, and what about that time I took you to watch the stars on Jujutsu High’s rooftop?”
You opened your mouth to refute him but closed it immediately. Okay, that had been a sweet moment… although the shameless man had fallen asleep in the middle of the conversation. Drooling and all while you vented about work stress—yeah, you were still embarrassed about that.
Gojo noticed your hesitation, and his smile grew even more smug.
“See, see~? Stop denying it. We’re a couple!”
You rolled your eyes.
“If that’s the case, then tell me when you actually asked me out.”
Gojo clicked his tongue, leaning back against his chair.
“Details, details… Who cares who asked first? What matters is love, dear.”
You stared at him in disbelief. He simply laughed and took a sip of his coffee, as if he hadn’t just confused the entire café with his ridiculous statement.
“You should start telling people we’re dating,” he suggested with a shrug. “That way, I can save myself the trouble of rejecting all my admirers.”
“Not my problem.”
“Wow, so cold. Were you always like this with your boyfriend?”
You shot him a sharp glare, but he only laughed—that light, carefree laugh of his that, strangely enough, made your chest feel warm.
And, for some reason, in that moment you still didn’t quite understand, you wondered if he was really joking or if there was something more behind his words.
this art will always make me want to bawl my eyes out because what do you mean we could have pro hero touya and health assistant toga only if they had decent parents??
‧₊˚ 𝓼𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when your pregnancy prevents you from getting a good night’s rest 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : husband!ateez x pregnant! 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : no 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : pet names, reader is slightly afraid of becoming a new parent, not proofread, lmk if I missed any !
— ( 𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ) : ateez song reference in here somewhere 😫 pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎
hyung line’s headcanons under the cut ! ♡︎
໒˚⋆ 𝓀𝐡𝐣.
as you sit up in bed, you throw the duvet off of your body. you felt like you were melting and the growing human inside of you wasn’t making your state any better, the kicks growing more and more painful by the minute.
you tapped your phone, the screen lighting up immediately as the time read, ‘2:34’. you sighed, running a hand down your face, growing irritated at the restlessness that you felt.
after giving up on trying to sleep all together, you ventured to the room next to yours.
it was your husband’s home studio, to which he sat in at that very moment, one side of his headphones hanging off of his ear.
he hadn’t noticed you until your arms wrapped around him, resting your head on his shoulder.
he jumped slightly, removing the headphones, “babe? what are you doing awake?”
you moved your arms from around him, standing next to him as a hand came to rest on your growing belly.
“your baby’s like a champion soccer player in here.. also, the room is warmer than usual tonight.” you chuckled.
he smiled slightly, his eyes coming to meet your stomach. he placed his hand next to yours, feeling the constant thump.
“sunshine… are you hurting mama?” he asked in a soothing voice, the baby kicking in response. hongjoong chuckled, rubbing where his hand rested.
“careful with her, okay? she needs some sleep. and so do you.”
with that, he closed the notebook that he had been scribbling in before, placing his headphones elsewhere. he turned off the lights in the studio before leading you back to your room.
you both took your spots on the mattress, cuddling in close. hongjoong’s hand came to your belly once more, continuing to rub it gently. soon enough, the kicking had ceased and your eyes had fluttered shut.
joong smiled, kissing the top of your head.
“love you so much, pumpkin.”
໒˚⋆ 𝓅𝐬𝐡.
the floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you entered your kitchen, flicking the overhead light on. you sighed, the cool air giving you some relief from the warm air you felt in the bedroom.
you pulled the fridge open gently, not wanting anything to fall over. the only thing that seemed appetizing to you was the last bit of leftovers that you and hwa had from the other day. you grabbed it from the top shelf, taking it over to the oven to heat it up.
as you transferred your meal into an oven safe pan, you heard soft footsteps behind you, causing a smile to appear on your face.
a pair of warm arms wrapped around you, larger hands resting on your baby bump.
“what are you doing up so late?” seonghwa mumbled into your neck, voice low and raspy as his eyes remained closed.
“come back to bed, love..”
“you’re daughters’ up, so i’m up.” you chuckled, making him hum in response as he placed small kisses in the crook of your neck.
“she’s always up.. how do you sleep at night?” he asked, letting out a laugh.
“i don’t.” you shrugged.
he giggled once more, watching you prepare your meal.
“do you want me to help with that? i’ll put on our favorite romcom.”
you smiled, nodding, “yeah, but i wanna get my food first.”
“of course, baby.”
໒˚⋆ 𝒿𝐲𝐡.
the light from the tv brightened up your bedroom as you sat against the headboard, watching one of your favorite shows.
the bathroom door opened and your husband walked out, hair springing in random directions. his gaze turned to you, seeing you wide awake and not an ounce of tiredness in your eyes.
“honey?” he looked between you and the television for a moment.
“what’re you doing up? thought you were asleep..” he walked over to the bed, settling back in his spot and pulling the comforter over his legs.
you shook your head, “no, i’ve been awake for a few hours now. can’t sleep.”
yunho slid down in the bed so that he was lying on your belly. your bundle of joy seemed to know he was there, as you felt two kicks right where your husband had laid his head.
he giggled, placing a kiss on your belly.
“hi, baby,” he mumbled against it, placing another.
your baby kicked and kicked, getting excited at the sound of yunho’s voice. you smiled but winced at the force of the kicks.
“whoa, whoa, okay.” he rubbed where the kicks were, not wanting them to cause any more pain.
“you’re too excited, love bug. it’s very late.” he spoke to your baby quietly, trying to calm them down. and it seemed to work in a way, as you felt your baby move around a bit but eventually settle down.
“why don’t you try getting some sleep, baby? i know how tired you’ve been.” he looked up at you, smiling softly.
“but i can’t.” you pouted.
“how about i sing to you then, hm? would you like that?” he asked, continuing the gentle rubs on your belly.
you nodded, reaching down to play with his hair as you closed your eyes, waiting to hear his voice.
໒˚⋆ 𝓀𝐲𝐬. (i swear these are just yeo’s initals)
you sat in the nursery that everyone had helped make for the baby on the way, refolding clothes and reorganizing. you tried not to be loud, seeing as it was nearly 2am.
you had crept out of bed about 30 minutes before, your thoughts not letting you get a wink of sleep. you’d been so caught up in your thoughts, worried that you wouldn’t be the parent that you wanted to be when your baby arrived. you and yeosang were first time parents so you didn’t wanna mess things up.
as you sat on the floor, the door to the baby’s room had opened slightly, your husband peeking in to see you sitting down.
“babe?” he called softly.
you turned around quickly, not expecting him to be awake.
“yeo.. what’re you doing awake?” you asked. you could tell that he had just woken up, as he squinted his eyes, trying to adjust them to the dim light in the room.
“i should be asking you that.” he chuckled, entering the room and leaving the door cracked.
he took a seat next to you on the carpet, looking down at the pile of clothes you had folded.
“you bored or something?”
“no,” you laughed. “i just..”
he looked over at you now, letting you know that he was listening.
“i just don’t wanna mess things up, yeo.”
“what do you mean?”
you sighed, “i mean we’re first time parents. i just wanna make sure i’m doing what’s right for our baby.”
“honey,” he started, smiling, “yes this is our first time. so you know we’re bound to make mistakes, right? not everything will be perfect.”
you nodded in agreement, knowing he was right but you couldn’t help your overthinking.
“we’re a team, okay? you aren’t doing this alone, i’ll be with you.”
you didn’t respond to him verbally but just hugged him instead, silently thanking him. he held onto you tightly, rubbing your back and reminding you that everything would be fine.
women love choso because he has pathetic pretty wet cat energy, loves his family, rocks lesbian fashion and cute pig tails but could also very easily crush you with his big hands if he wanted to
i am finally getting into writing fanfic and wanted to know if this sounded good so far! any advice and tips are welcome! it will be published on wattpad! it'll be a reader x namjoon fic with an oc insert!
TW: contains mentions of marijuana, alcohol, sexual assault, and gore.
The only thing that (Y/N) could see before her was blurred images of the partygoers as a large, calloused hand swallowed her small, delicate one. A kaleidoscope of soft light twisted and turned as she stumbled up the stars, the music being a muffled thump as she tried to regain focus.
"I might not know much about parties but I know you're never supposed to mix drugs or take anything a stranger offers, that's common sense.", reminded a small, gentle voice whom (Y/N) couldn't remember at the time. She traced her thoughts as the room got dark, momentarily reveling in the blast from the AC unit, unaware that the door was locked behind her. The only thing she remembered was threatening her younger siblings to not snitch or follow her, walking through a worn out path, hitting a bong, and downing 5 cups containing a liquid that made her face burn and set a fire in her chest.
Her back hit a soft surface as a shadow loomed over her. She furrowed her brows, confused as she heard a zipper.
"What are you doing?", she asked, speech slurred as she pushed the rough hands away as they they rubbed her thighs, going too far up her skirt.
A reply was mumbled as she felt the same hands turn her face to the side, a hot, sickly breath fanning over her face that caused her to gag. She reached her hands out to push weakley, earning a sharp slap that left a stinging sensation which in return caused a scream to erupt from her throat.
In an instant, the door slammed open, bringing in a bright light along with two silhouettes, the larger one grabbing for her, lifting her up off the soft surface as the smaller one went straight for the person with the rough hands. As her focus came into view, soft, brown eyes looked into her glazed, (E/C) ones, full of concern.
"Tae? What are you doing here?", she asked, recognizing her younger brother.
He began to reply but was cut off by a crash followed by a blood-curdling scream. (Y/N) turned and her heart lurched into her throat by the scene before her.
Red was splattered across the mattress where she laid and the wall behind it as blood pooled on the floor, traveling towards her and her brother. The owner of the the rough hands, Insu Choi being the owner, laid in the blood, clutching his crotch as blood seeped through his fingers, looking up at the perpetrator, his face contorted in pain as he yelled; "YOU FUCKING NIGHT TERROR", before meeting his end by what looked like a long, black, jagged piece of rock with razor-sharp edges protruding out of it. The squelch of tissue and muscles ripping combined with the sound of his bones shattering caused (Y/N) to feel faint and her stomach rumble. There was nothing left of his face but a cavity as the item was removed which sent (Y/N) over the edge as she turned and heaved chunks , feeling her brother beginning to shake. Looking up, a crowd had gathered outside the room, their faces stricken with terror before chaos and screaming ensued. Looking back, she was met with glowing, golden eyes that seemed to swirl with madness behind, circular, wire-rimmed glasses that set on a soft, round face a lovely shade of burnt umber that was splattered with blood.
That was the last thing (Y/N) saw before the world went dark.
