texts with... platonic!ateez x 9th member!reader (gn) | san spinoff
description: variety of texts between ateez and their 9th member; some fluff, some crack and some comfort!
content warning: likely ooc ateez, reader is written as the maknae (jonghos age/slightly younger), terms of endearment used platonically (honey, lovely), jongho plays with your hair but nothing else is specificied, its unclear which dorm/apartment the reader lives in!
from jelly: haii first post here! my blog is a work in progress so bare with me... i hope these put a smile on your face. have a lovely morning/day/evening n don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well! （。＾▽＾）
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anytime you'd almost slip in front of him he'd make this cute suspicious squinty face at you
until one time he literally caught you in the act, snuggling your teddy he'd gifted you with your thumb in your mouth, suckling away without a care in the world
despite the fact that he desperately wants to go “HA I KNEW IT,” he doesn't want to scare the baby 🫳🫳
so he just brings you the softest blanket he can find, tucking you into it with a hush when you make a confused little noise at his unexpected presence :(
once you've slipped out he brings it up again, asking if you're a regressor straight up
his knowledge of it catches you off guard, but he tells you he has an old idol friend who'd regress sometimes during his trainee days
when you say yes he actually asks if you'd like having a caregiver, and if you'd be okay with him taking care of you 🥺
and you say yes OBVIOUSLY
♡
really likes being called jjongie or “mister bear”
mostly cuz you sound so cute and teensy when you call him that :C
and also it's an instant way to get what you want 🙂↕️
“mister bear can we have snack time?” ✅
“mister bear can I have apple juice?” ✅
works every time
every once in a while, if you're extra sleepy or stressed, you'll call him papa :c
and he will literally turn the world upside down for you when you call him that
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he really likes watching you sleep???
it's like his favorite hobby乁 ˘ o ˘ ㄏ
rocks you to sleep allll the time
he'll bundle you up in a lil baby burrito and rock you side to side, humming lullabies as he watches your little eyes slip closed :C
and then he'll continue to rock you while he watches over your nap
he calls it being a “naptime guardian” but you just think he's weird :D
you will riot if he leaves you during naptime though, of course
♡
poking the bear is real btw, you poke jongho all the time :D
especially his cheeks I mean they're Right There c'mon
what are baby hands for if not to annoy your caregiver?? 💞
but now he's taken it upon himself to poke and squish your cheeks at every opportunity, bonus points if you're eating
and when you pout at him for interrupting your lunch he'll just smile his gummy smile and do it again
“all is fair in love and war, sugar~” ◜(ω)◝
♡
as jongho’s baby you will eat an unimaginable amount of apples
and other fruits too of course but like, apples are where it's at 🙂↕️
scurvy? jongho's never heard of it
shows off at snack time by breaking your apples in half
and you're just falling over with giggles at his little trick
“wow!! Jjongie do again!”
there's enough apples to feed the whole group by the time he's through 💔
♡
very big fan of terms of endearment
he doesn't go a single sentence without calling you a cute lil nickname fr
his favorites are little one, cub, sugar, jellybean, and bubbas
jellybean is reserved for silly cubs! usually when you have the zoomies and you're sprinting around the kitchen
“ok jellybean, let's go outside and get our sillies out~”
and when you're especially sleepy or teeny he always calls you his honeybear 🥺
“coooome on, honeybear. it's sleepytime, hm?”
♡
he's very soft when talking to his baby, especially if they're upset :<
he understands that feelings can be big and scary, and while all he wants is to take away those icky feelings, he knows that's not always possible :<
so he makes sure you're safe and comfy, always willing to hold you while you fuss and cry
and when you're all tuckered out he'll tuck you in a blanket and let you relax on the couch with your head in his lap, putting something soothing on the tv to help you relax after a hard day 🫂
♡
now we all know how much jjongie loves noraebang
safe to say he will be incorporating that into your baby routine
he'll sing to you, any genre ranging from baby shark to a power ballad that you've never even heard before 💔
and when it's your turn he claps and cheers for you while you sing
he will definitely ask for fanservice and demand hand hearts and hugs
and if you're too shy to sing alone he'll sit you in his lap to sing a duet with you :(
not competitive against you, but you can bet that he's doing his absolute darndest to get that 100 score on every song lollll
♡
all in all jjongie is a teensy bit mischievous as a caregiver, but he’s total marshmallow fluff too 💞
you can trust him with anything, and know that he’ll always be there for you, his little cub :(
This WIP Wed series title doesn't feel all that unique to this fic tbh. "Wholesome brotherfucking" is just...Yuuji and Chōsō in any iteration. They're just so cute.
Anyway, I mentioned earlier that this fic is turning out to be heavy in the angsty Yuuji character study department, with a generous dose of musings on Yuuji–Chōsō and other relationships. That's there to stay, but I've figured out that the culprit is the time point chosen: This is set during the pre–Shinjuku Showdown one-month timeskip, so Yuuji's...really going through it.
On a related note, this snippet and the fic as a whole have a bunch of references to established goyuu, nascent itafushi, and unrealized chosoyuki.
“Hey, Chōsō,” Yuuji calls; Chōsō’s head immediately whips toward him. “Can I ask something weird?”
“What is it?” Chōsō asks, already walking toward where Yuuji’s stretched out on the floor
“You ever used your cursed technique to make yourself, y’know”—Yuuji gestures vaguely dickward—“last.”
Chōsō nods firmly. “Reinforcement of the legs can aid with the speed and the strength of your—”
“No, not that,” Yuuji cuts in, throwing himself into a sitting position. “I meant your dick.”
“My dick,” Chōsō repeats, with the voice and face of a man who’s never said that word before.
But that’s ridiculous. Isn’t this guy like a hundred and fifty years old? That’s what he says, at least.
Then again, he was a shrunken fetus for a lot of that time. But was he always like that? He and the other two were stolen during the Goodwill Event—that was just a couple of months ago. Chōsō must have had this body for about as long.
It’s not a lot of time, come to think of it.
“Chōsō, have you…ever had sex?” Yuuji asks, except he’s got the feeling that he already knows the answer—and it’s breaking his brain a little.
Sure enough, Chōsō shakes his head.
“Right,” Yuuji says faintly. His thoughts feel all scattered all of a sudden, and he blinks hard, trying to pull himself together. “But you’ve jerked off, right?”
Chōsō blinks placidly. “I have not.”
“Seriously?!”
Chōsō huffs, and the noise is exasperated, but the look on his face is terribly fond. “Tsukumo also reacted like this. I didn’t understand it then either. It seems there are many things about being human that I still can’t grasp.”
You and me both, Yuuji thinks, but the bulk of his attention is stuck on— “You talked about your dick with Tsukumo-san?”
“She asked a lot of questions,” Chōsō says casually. “Some of them reminded me of you. You’d have liked her, Yuuji.”
“I did like her.” He didn’t know her long or well, but she seemed pretty cool. And she was really hot. Most importantly, she’s the reason Chōsō is still alive. “I’m sorry about what happened to her.”
The stoic lines of Chōsō’s face flicker, but the cracks are gone before anything can crawl out. “She made her choices. I won’t claim to understand them, but I do respect them. I’m grateful, as well, that she gave me the chance to be here for you, Yuuji.”
“Yeah,” Yuuji says, his throat growing tight. “I’m grateful too.”
A quiet smile crosses Chōsō’s face. He still sometimes smiles like he doesn’t quite know how to make those muscles work the right way, but then there are times like this, when it’s the most natural expression on his face.
“What else did she say?” Yuuji asks, half genuine fascination and half a burning need to make Chōsō stop looking at him like that. “I mean, you did pretty much confess you’re a virgin. And she’s like Tōdō, asking about girls and types and all. Though I guess it’s more that Tōdō’s like her. Anyway, that seems like the sort of thing she’d have a lot of opinions about.”
“She did react rather intensely,” Chōsō says, looking puzzled; Yuuji bets he wore the exact same expression while Tsukumo said and did…whatever she did. Then the confusion fades into something softer and sadder. “She also said she’d have to show me how it’s done, once this was all over.”
“Woah, that’s direct!”
Chōsō nods. “She was a very direct person.”
“Is that, uh—” Yuuji pauses for a second, wondering if it’s disrespectful to ask this about a dead person. He doesn’t think so, but he’s been told he’s not the best judge of these things. Still, he can’t really picture Tsukumo being offended up in heaven or down in hell or wherever it is that dead sorcerers end up. “Is that your type, then? Bold women.”
Chōsō shrugs. “I don’t know. I didn’t have an answer for her either.”
“Before or after she offered to jerk you off?” Yuuji asks drily. “If it’s after, man, that’s cold.”
“Now you’re just being ridiculous,” Chōsō chides without heat. He lowers himself to the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of Yuuji. “I don’t remember that part of the conversation very clearly. There were more important things to discuss. But one thing hasn’t changed. My ‘type’ is irrelevant. What matters are my brothers.” Chōsō leans forward, his dark eyes feverishly intense. “You are the only thing that matters, Yuuji.”
“…You don’t even realize what that sounds like, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
Yuuji stares at him for a long few seconds, scanning his features and the lines of his body. He waits for some brotherly feeling to emerge—whatever that’s even supposed to feel like. It’s not like he’d know.
But he’s pretty sure you’re not supposed to want to fuck your brother.
Yuuji’s easy, is the thing. He likes people easy. He wants people easy.
He used to think he didn’t—couldn’t—get attached so easy, but then he came here, to this strange world and strange school with their strange people, and it turned out that he’d only been waiting for the right people this whole time.
He’s loved more people in the last six months than in the first fifteen years of his life. It’s not a high bar to clear. All those years, he only had his grandpa, and it was enough. It was enough.
It was just lonely, sometimes.
He’s not lonely anymore.
It hurts though. Loving and losing—it hurts so bad.
It’s unfair to Chōsō, he thinks. He wants a brother, but Yuuji doesn’t love him the right way. And Chōsō will forgive him, he’s sure, because Chōsō’s made it so clear that he’ll forgive Yuuji anything and also take whatever Yuuji has to give, no matter how little or how twisted, but if Yuuji goes and dies, Chōsō will just be left with more memories to mourn and maybe regret, and if Chōsō goes and dies—
Yuuji kissed Fushiguro, just once. That day in that fancy hotel, after they found each other again in Tokyo against all odds. He stole Fushiguro away for a moment and stole a kiss too, and Fushiguro let him, he kissed back, and they never talked about it, not before Sukuna—
Before, in Shibuya, when he crawled and clawed his way to that cursed box studded with his teacher’s eyes and grasped nothing but darkness and curse flesh, Yuuji thought of Gojou had kissed him that evening, before they all headed out for Shibuya. He called it a good luck kiss, with the crooked grin of a man who knew he needed no luck—
But he did. And Yuuji couldn’t give it to him. Maybe he devoured the luck, the way he devoured Fushiguro’s and left him to be devoured by Sukuna, and they’re not dead, either of them, but in a week’s time, Gojou will fight alone until he can’t, and it’ll be Fushiguro’s body on the other end of his wrath.
Yuuji doesn’t trust the world not to take them away, this time for good. He can only trust his strength and that of his comrades.
“Alright, let’s play a game and remember, we’re going for complete honesty here, so be honest. [——], you and [——] get to go first just ‘cause I’m really dying to know: When you first met what was your first thought about each other?”
“Really?”
“Yes! I want to know, so [——], ladies first.”
“…Okay, I gotta think back…”
“Ah-ah-ah—honesty.”
“Yes, yes… I thought… well, the first thing I thought about him was… ‘Oh, you’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?’”
“Oooh, ‘trouble’, huh? That’s just too fucking cute! Now! On to the gentleman, [——], your turn,”
“My first thoughts…”
“Oh no, you are not gonna leave us in suspense here, nu-uh. Spill.”
“…I thought, ‘There you are. Took you long enough.’”
“…Wow, [——]. That’s kinda lame.”
“Is it? Well, you wanted honesty.”
“You know, I was only half truthful with my answer.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah,”
“What part did you leave out?”
“I left out… ‘I can’t wait to get to know you, to love you.’”
“Oh, that’s… that’s so much better than mine,”
“No, your’s is perfect. Fits how things went with us in the beginning perfectly,”
“But you knew, right then. You knew…”
“I knew. And if I’m honest, it scared the hell outta me, but I was ready.”
“I’m, I’m sorry it took me so long,”
“No. Don’t do that. You needed more time and I would’ve waited forever if you needed it.”
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[Ooc + hcs and stuff under the cut]
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[Headcanons + stuff]:
Goes by they/them pronouns [nonbinary] + [closted sapphic]
Not a cat or dog person, but a reptile person. They own 2 lizards at home
They dont have a close relationship with anyone at Westerberg but they have been seen hanging around with Tracy [stoner chick]
During lunch break, they play with their guitar in the music room when there's no one in.
You'll never catch them without a full face of makeup on (do they even have a real face under there??)
Awful with kids
AuDHD + BPD [also very sleep deprived]
Their country background are: latvia + portugal
Skip classes half the time [they have at least B-C+ grades]
