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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months ago

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Hello!! I hope you’re doing amazing!!! I really like your megumi works, so id like to request a fic where him and the reader have a very under cover secret relationship and yuji,nobara and gojo try to figure out why fushiguros been acting so weird. I’d love to see it! And more megumi works 🙏🏽. It’s just a request it’s totally okay if you don’t want to!! Hope you have an amazing week!! 💗💗

Okay, I probably never laughed this much while writing a fic lmao, this right here is ridiculous y'all

Keeping your relationship with Megumi a secret until you can't anymore

Pairing: Megumi x fem!reader; pure comedy friendship with Nobara and Yuji lol

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro’s secret relationship with you has been going smoothly—until his friends start noticing his odd behavior. Yuji and Nobara grow suspicious, launching a hilariously relentless mission to uncover what he’s hiding, while Gojo sits back, amused by the chaos. Will the two of you finally confess?

Warnings: y'all, I almost died writing this hilarious piece of work lmao, I never praise my own work but that bonus has me rolling, if you're looking for a bandage for your broken heart there it is, fluff fluff fluff

Please let me know what you think! If this does well, I might write some more about the chaotic trio lol

You never thought keeping a secret would be this much fun.

Your relationship with Megumi started quietly, just like most things with him. There was no grand confession, no dramatic kiss in the rain. It was slow, understated, like the way shadows stretch out under the setting sun. You had been drawn into his orbit naturally, like you’d been waiting for it to happen all along.

Still, it wasn’t exactly planned. One moment you were sitting next to each other in silence, and the next you were sitting a little too close. Your fingers brushed. His eyes lingered. The air between you became charged with unspoken things, and soon enough, stolen moments were the only thing keeping you sane. The decision to keep it quiet came easily: neither of you had any desire to deal with the chaos that would break out if anyone found out. And besides, it was kind of thrilling.

But now it’s starting to get tricky.

It’s a normal Wednesday when the subtle shift in the atmosphere begins. Megumi is acting just a little too normal - stiffer, as if he’s hyper-aware of everything. He’s not good at this, at pretending everything is fine when there’s something simmering underneath. And unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for his odd behavior to catch some unwanted attention.

“Hey, Megumi,” Yuji calls from across the room, his eyes squinting suspiciously.

“You’re acting weird. Are you okay?”

Megumi doesn’t even flinch, though his eyes are literally glued to the ground.

“I’m fine.”

That’s it. Flat, simple, closed. He’s good at short answers. It should be enough. It’s not.

Yuji leans over the back of the couch, brow furrowed in confusion.

“No, you’re definitely acting off. You haven’t been sarcastic all morning. And usually by now, you’ve threatened to hit me at least twice.”

Megumi sighs, fingers twitching in his lap, the only outward sign of his discomfort.

“I’m fine, Yuji. Maybe you’re just imagining things.”

Yuji is definitely not convinced. He glances at Nobara, who’s lounging nearby with her arms crossed, already suspicious. She had been eyeing Megumi the second he walked in, catching onto his strange energy faster than Yuji had.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed it too,” she adds, voice sharp.

“Something’s up. You’ve been... I don’t know, distracted?”

“Seriously, I’m—” Megumi starts, but Nobara cuts him off, grinning.

“You’re not hiding anything from us, are you, Fushiguro?” Her eyes gleam with mischief, and you can tell she’s just playing around.

For now.

“Oh, I think I know it!”, Yuji suddenly announces with his arms stretched in the air.

“Do you really, idiot?”, Nobara remarks.

You almost lose your cool, cold sweat dripping down your neck while waiting for Yuji’s next words. He didn’t catch it, did he? Not when you’ve been carefully avoiding being too close to Megumi while they’re around since you first joined Jujutsu High. He simply can’t know it-

Megumi’s eyes flick to you, a barely noticeable glance paired with his reddened cheeks, but it’s enough. Too much. Your heart skips in your chest, and you quickly look away, hoping no one else caught it. But then-

“Oh.” Yuji’s eyes widen in realization, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, I get it now.”

Megumi’s spine visibly stiffens.

“No, you don’t.”

But it’s too late. Yuji has already decided he’s figured it out.

“You’ve got a crush on someone, don’t you?” Yuji practically shouts, leaning forward in his seat with excitement.

“That’s why you’ve been all weird lately!”

Nobara sits up, clearly intrigued by this new development. “Wait, what? Megumi has a crush?”

“I do not,” Megumi says, but he’s starting to lose his calm now.

You can tell by the way his hand runs through his hair a little too harshly, as if he’s trying to ground himself.

You bite back a smile. Megumi can be as composed as he wants, but when it comes to things like this, he’s terrible at hiding it.

“You’re totally lying,” Nobara declares, standing up and crossing the room to get a better look at him.

“Who is it? Do we know them?”

Megumi groans, pressing his fingers to his temples as if he’s already getting a headache. You’re trying hard not to laugh because if you do, they’ll turn their attention to you. You’ve been careful this whole time to stay out of the line of fire, just a silent observer to this chaos.

But you know it’s only a matter of time.

“I’m not lying,” Megumi grumbles, clearly regretting every decision that led him to this point. “There’s no one.”

It’s almost convincing. Almost.

Yuji leans back, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Nah, you’re definitely lying. You’re terrible at it. You get all tense, like right now.”

“I’m always tense,” Megumi shoots back.

“True,” Nobara agrees,

“but this is different. You’re acting sketchy.”

Megumi shoots her a flat look, but Nobara only smirks back. She’s having way too much fun with this.

“Is it the one we’ve met at that pizza place yesterday, the one with a big ass and those nice hair?”, Yuji shouts into the conversation.

“The girl from yesterday?”, you repeat before you can stop yourself, arms crossing in front of your tightening chest.

“You guys are gross.”

Megumi’s gaze meets yours, panic shimmering underneath the surface while he fumbles with his own hands.

“What? No! It’s not that one!”

“Oh, not that one, huh? Who is it, then?”

“Fine,” Megumi says, standing abruptly.

“I’m going for a walk.”

Before they can say another word, he stalks out of the room, leaving you alone with Yuji and Nobara. You let out a quiet breath of relief, grateful they didn’t notice you.

Yuji turns to Nobara, eyes wide.

“This is huge. Megumi’s got a crush.”

Nobara hums thoughtfully, rubbing her chin.

“He’s never shown any interest in anyone before. It must be serious.”

“I wonder who it is,” Yuji muses, glancing around the room as if expecting the answer to jump out at him.

Your pulse quickens. If you stay here any longer, you’re going to blow your cover.

“I’m gonna grab some water,” you announce quickly, standing up.

You manage to make it halfway to the kitchen before Nobara’s voice calls after you, filled with sudden realization.

“Wait a minute. You were with him all morning, weren’t you?”

You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Weren’t you two on a mission yesterday?” Yuji adds, piecing it together far too quickly for your liking.

“And last weekend, too?”

Panic rises in your throat, but you manage to keep your expression neutral when you turn back to face them.

“We’ve just been on a few missions together. That’s all” you say, voice steady.

Nobara narrows her eyes, scrutinizing you.

“Uh-huh. And you didn’t notice him acting weird?”

“Not really. Maybe he’s just worn-out” you lie, doing your best to stay calm.

Yuji tilts his head, still unconvinced but willing to drop it for now.

“Yeah, maybe.”

But Nobara isn’t so easily swayed.

“You sure? Because you’re looking a little-”

“Nobara,” you interrupt,

“you’re overthinking it.”

For a moment, there’s silence. Then, with a final hum of suspicion, she shrugs and lets it go.

But just as you think you’re in the clear, a new voice cuts through the tension.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

Gojo saunters in, sunglasses perched lazily on his nose, a knowing smirk already playing on his lips. He must have been eavesdropping because he’s grinning like he’s just hit the jackpot.

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to figure out what’s up with Megumi,” he notes, voice dripping with amusement.

“That kid’s an enigma even to himself.”

Yuji perks up at the sight of Gojo, excited to rope someone else into their investigation.

“We think he’s got a crush.”

Gojo pauses, grin widening.

“Oh, is that so?”

You stand frozen in place as Gojo’s eyes slowly slide over to you, lingering for a beat too long. He knows. You don’t know how he knows, but he knows. He’s always been good at reading between the lines, picking up on things that most people miss. Megumi that traitor, did he really leave you all alone with these two and now even Gojo?

His smirk deepens.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, leaning casually against the wall, clearly enjoying this far too much.

“I wonder who it could be.”

You’re going to kill Megumi. You’re both dead. This is it. The end of your secret.

But before Gojo can say anything else, Megumi walks back into the room, his expression darkening as he notices Gojo’s presence.

“What are you doing here?” Megumi asks, his voice flat.

“Oh, just catching up with the kids. They were telling me about your little crush” Gojo replies innocently.

Megumi’s eyes dart between you, Yuji, Nobara, and Gojo, clearly calculating his next move.

“There’s no crush,” he replies, exasperation creeping into his voice again.

“Yuji’s just being an idiot.”

“Hey!” Yuji protests, but Megumi ignores him.

Gojo chuckles, pushing off the wall with an exaggerated stretch.

“Well, I think I’ll let you all handle this. Good luck with the investigation.”

He winks in your direction before sauntering out of the room, leaving you tense and trying to avoid Megumi’s gaze.

Yuji and Nobara are still watching him, and you can tell they’re not going to let this go anytime soon.

“So,” Nobara says, crossing her arms. “Are you going to tell us who it is, or are we going to have to follow you around until we figure it out?”

Megumi pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly fed up. “There’s no one.”

“You’re such a bad liar,” Yuji mutters, shaking his head.

Megumi’s about to respond, but then his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and his expression softens for just a split second before he tucks it away again.

You know who it is. He knows you know.

You’re barely holding back your laughter at this point, trying to keep a straight face. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you have to look away before anyone else notices.

But Megumi, in his ever-stubborn way, is still trying to salvage this mess.

“I’m going for another walk,” he announces abruptly, clearly done with this interrogation.

“Uh-huh,” Nobara calls after him, grinning like a cat who just caught a mouse.

“Sure, go clear your head, lover boy.”

You can’t help but chuckle quietly as Megumi shoots you a helpless look before heading out the door.

As soon as he’s gone, Yuji leans over to Nobara, whispering loudly.

“Do you think he’s texting his crush?”

Nobara grins, leaning back in her chair.

“Definitely.”

You bite your lip, doing your best to keep your composure while peeking at your phone.

Sorry for the mess. Meet me later in my dorm?

This is going to get much harder to hide.

Later that night, when you and Megumi finally have a moment to yourselves at his dorm, he sighs heavily, dropping down onto the couch beside you. He looks exhausted, and not just from the missions. The day’s events have clearly taken their toll.

“This is getting ridiculous,” he mutters, rubbing his temples.

You smile softly, leaning into his side.

“It’s kind of your fault, you know.”

Megumi groans.

“I know.”

There’s a moment of silence as you both sit there, the weight of your secret relationship pressing down on you. But it’s not a bad weight. It’s more like a blanket, warm and comforting, something shared between the two of you. Something that’s just yours.

Still, you can’t help but tease him.

“You’re really bad at lying.”

Megumi turns his head to look at you, a small, exasperated smile pulling at his lips.

“Shut up.”

You laugh quietly, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling the tension melt away as his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining. For now, it’s just the two of you, and that’s all that matters.

“Maybe we should tell them,” you suggest softly, half-joking.

Megumi’s body stiffens for a second, but then he relaxes, a soft hum escaping his throat.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, voice low.

“But not yet.”

You smile, content with the secrecy for now. It’s your little world, and as chaotic as it is, it’s yours to navigate together.

And for now, that’s enough.

Bonus:

The decision to finally tell them wasn’t exactly well-planned. In fact, it wasn’t planned at all.

It happened after another long day of training. Yuji had been particularly insufferable, constantly pestering Megumi about his “mystery crush,” while Nobara was fuming over how Megumi wouldn’t let her in on the secret.

You and Megumi exchanged looks all day, the unspoken question hanging between you both: Should we just tell them?

By the time the sun set and everyone was lounging in the common area, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Nobara was pacing the room, practically radiating with frustration, while Yuji sat on the edge of the couch, watching Megumi like a hawk.

You were sitting next to Megumi, trying not to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. You hadn’t expected the pressure to mount like this. They’d been relentless for days now.

“Okay, I’m done!”

Nobara throws her hands in the air, eyes narrowing at Megumi.

“I can’t take it anymore! You have to tell us. Who is it?”

Yuji nods rapidly, his eyes wide and pleading.

“Please, man, just tell us! The suspense is killing me.”

Megumi lets out a long, exasperated sigh. He’s been handling this for a week now, and it’s clearly taken its toll. He shoots you a quick, sideways glance, silently asking for your input.

You shrug with a small smile, mouthing.

“Your call.”

With another sigh, Megumi straightens up and clears his throat.

“Fine,” he says, his voice firm.

“I’ll tell you.”

Both Nobara and Yuji freeze, their eyes going wide with excitement.

“Finally!” Nobara yells, nearly vibrating with impatience.

“Okay, okay. Who is it? Is it someone we know?” Yuji questions, leaning in closer.

Megumi looks at you again, and you give him a reassuring nod.

Then, with a small smirk tugging at his lips, Megumi casually slips his hand into yours, right there in front of them.

At first, there’s silence. Complete, deafening silence.

Yuji’s mouth falls open, eyes flicking between your joined hands and your faces, his brain clearly short-circuiting.

Nobara, on the other hand, just stares. Blinks. Then her hands slowly rise to cover her mouth, her eyes growing impossibly wide.

“Wait—” Yuji finally speaks, voice squeaking a little.

“YOU—YOU AND—”

Megumi sighs.

“Yeah. Me and (y/n). We’ve been dating for a while now.”

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

“WHAT?!” Yuji practically screams, jumping up from the couch and pointing at your intertwined hands like they’re some sort of mythical creature.

“NO WAY! This whole time? You guys were dating this whole time?!”

Nobara just starts shrieking incoherently. It’s a mix of disbelief and outrage, her voice a high-pitched wail as she dramatically collapses onto the couch like she’s been personally betrayed.

“YOU HID THIS FROM US?!” she yells, clutching a pillow like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.

“HOW COULD YOU?! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!”

You burst out laughing, unable to keep it in any longer. Megumi pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly regretting every choice that led to this moment.

Yuji is pacing now, running his hands through his hair, still trying to process everything.

“How did I not see it? I mean, I thought you had a crush, but I didn’t think it was… this!” he gestures wildly between the two of you, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Oh my God!” Nobara yells again, standing up suddenly.

“This is insane! You’ve been sneaking around this whole time? That’s it. I demand details! Right now. How long has this been going on?”

“Yeah!” Yuji chimes in, pointing accusingly at Megumi.

“How did you manage to keep this a secret from me of all people?”

You laugh again, raising your hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay, calm down! It’s been a few months. We just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“A few months?” Nobara shrieks, grabbing Yuji’s arm like she needs to hold onto something before she passes out.

“That’s practically a year in relationship time! How did you keep this from us? I’m so offended right now.”

“I knew you were acting weird!” Yuji exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

“All those times you disappeared, Megumi! I knew something was up!”

Megumi groans, running a hand through his hair.

“You guys are overreacting.”

“Overreacting? This is the most exciting thing that’s happened all year and you hid it from us! You’re for the streets, Fushiguro!” Nobara echoes, voice high-pitched with disbelief.

Yuji nods, agreeing way too quickly.

“Yeah, we need details. Dates, first kiss, how did it start, everything.”

Before you can answer, a familiar voice interrupts the chaos.

“Oh, you guys are just figuring this out now?”

You all turn to see Gojo leaning casually against the doorway, a smug grin plastered on his face, arms crossed like he’s been watching this unfold for a while.

“What?” Nobara screeches again.

“YOU KNEW?!”

Gojo shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Obviously. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out.”

Yuji’s jaw drops to the floor.

“You didn’t tell us?”

Gojo tilts his head, grinning.

“And ruin the fun of watching you two idiots freak out? Why would I do that?”

Nobara looks like she’s about to combust.

“So, you just let us suffer, while you were sitting there knowing the whole time?!”

Gojo shrugs again, completely unbothered.

“You’re welcome.”

Yuji groans, dramatically flopping onto the couch beside Nobara.

“I can’t believe this. I feel so betrayed.”

Nobara crosses her arms, huffing.

“Yeah, same. This is worse than the time Yuji ate my fries.”

“Hey, that was an accident!” Yuji protests.

Nobara glares at him.

“It was not an accident.”

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incognit0slut · 7 months ago

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Much Ado About Nothing (Act III, Scene I: The Fake Dating)

It doesn’t occur to you how serious the situation has become until you're forced to sign your fake relationship on paper.

Part warning: none, this might be the slowest burn I have ever written Words: 2.4k A/n: The original plan was to update this series twice a week, but I overestimated myself, so I will be posting each Thursday around this time. I hope you understand <3

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Spencer wasn’t sure how he would go through with this. The idea seemed simple enough on the surface—pretend to date, fool everyone, and finally find peace. Yet, the more he thought about it, the more complex it became, and the more complicated it was, the more crazy it seemed.

This was not what he had signed up for when he joined the BAU. Chasing criminals? Sure. Analyzing behavioral patterns? Absolutely. But pretending to date you to avoid the relentless meddling from his friends? Insane wasn't a strong enough word for it. It was ludicrous.

And even that word wasn’t enough. It was downright preposterous. How had rational, analytical work turned into this bizarre social experiment? Yet, here he was, ready to play his part even when he couldn’t ignore the absurdity of it all.

“Well, well, well.” Spencer looked up to see you walking from the opposite direction, both of you stopping right at the entrance of the bureau’s expansive building. “If it isn’t my new boyfriend.”

He narrowed his eyes. Why did you seem… so normal about this? Weren’t you the one who hated his guts? Weren’t you the one who avoided him every time you had the chance? Were you really that desperate to get the team off your back?

“What? You’re not going to greet your girlfriend?”

He forced a smile, trying to hide his irritation. “Good morning,” he replied curtly, opening the door for you.

You walked past him, and Spencer tried not to stare at you, but it was impossible to ignore the way your hair shone under the morning sun or how your perfume subtly filled the air as you brushed by him. He cleared his throat and followed you inside, wondering how long he could keep up this act without losing his sanity.

“We need some ground rules,” he muttered, nodding towards security as you both passed through the entrance.

You raised an eyebrow. “Ground rules? You mean besides pretending to be madly in love?”

“We are not in love. We just started dating,” Spencer said, pressing the elevator button. “So no spontaneous public displays of affection. We don’t want to overdo it.”

“What’s your definition of overdoing it?”

Spencer waited until the elevator doors slid shut, giving you a little privacy. "No touching. Especially no hand-holding," he stated firmly.

You scoffed. "Who on earth wouldn't want to hold their girlfriend's hand?"

He replied without missing a beat. "Do you know how many germs are transferred when you hold hands? An average of 3,000 bacteria from 150 different species, not to mention the potential viruses.”

“Wow, remind me to never shake hands with you during flu season.”

He shrugged. “I’m just stating the facts.”

“Okay, germaphobe,” you deadpanned, leaning back against the elevator wall. “What’s acceptable then? A nod from across the room? Morse code blinking?”

He considered for a moment, then offered a compromise, “How about an arm around your shoulder when we’re sitting? Or a quick side hug?”

“Side hug,” you echoed, mockingly horrified. “How romantic. Our friends will believe we’re madly in love for sure.”

“We are not in love.”

“So you’ve mentioned,” you replied dryly, standing straight again and turning toward him. “Can we at least try to look like a couple who actually like each other?”

That was the problem. You both didn’t like each other. “Fine,” he sighed. “What do you suggest?”

You paused, considering the best way to make this look believable. “How about you hold onto my waist from behind as we walk? It’s a common gesture, and it looks natural.”

Spencer blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. “Hold your waist? As in, really close?”

“Yes, Reid, that’s generally where the waist is located.”

He frowned at you. “That sounds a bit too… personal, don’t you think?”

“Isn’t that the whole point? To convince them we’re a couple?”

He hesitated, the image of his hands on your waist flashing through his mind. He suddenly imagined the warmth of your body against his, the subtle, pleasant scent of your perfume enveloping him. He could almost feel the way you’d be tucked right to his side, your height fitting perfectly against him, your head nestled just below his chin.

His heart unexpectedly started to race. The idea of holding you that close, feeling the rise and fall of your breath, the slight brush of your hair against his cheek—it was almost too intimate, too real. And he didn’t want to acknowledge that. He wasn’t sure if he could trust himself to play the role convincingly without his emotions betraying him.

“Reid?”

Spencer snapped out of his thoughts, realizing he had been silent for too long. You were watching him impatiently.

“You know what? Do whatever you want.” You turned away, facing the elevator door, clearly frustrated by his hesitation. “Just stand there like a statue for all I care.”

His eyes slowly fell to your waist, considering his options... Maybe it wasn’t that bad. The idea of his hand resting there, guiding you, didn’t seem as unbearable as he initially imagined. The gesture seemed innocent enough. Not too much, not too little. What could possibly go wrong?

Everything, apparently. Because it happened all at once.

One, he reached his hand toward you.

Two, the elevator door swung open.

And three, as you started to move forward, his hand managed to slip before it landed onto your ass.

You shrieked at the top of your lungs.

"Reid!"

Spencer's face turned red as he quickly retrieved his hand, stammering, "I-I'm sorry! That wasn't—"

But he wasn’t fast enough, because standing on the other side of the elevator door was Derek, witnessing the whole thing. His eyebrows shot up, and a slow grin spread across his face.

"What do we have here?” Derek drawled, crossing his arms. "Spencer Reid, getting a little too friendly?"

Spencer's mortification deepened as he tried to explain, "It's not what it looks like, I swear!"

Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, pretty boy. Whatever you say." He stepped to the side. “Well, aren’t you two lovebirds going to get to work?”

Trying to recover from the embarrassment, Spencer nodded quickly, his face still burning. He guided you out of the elevator with a brief, cautious touch on your back that stayed strictly in the safe zone.

You both hurried toward the glass doors, leaving Derek laughing behind you. You slightly leaned closer to him. “I could sue you for sexual harassment, you know.”

“It was an accident! You moved too quickly.”

“Sure, blame it on me,” you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you pushed through the glass doors ahead of him.

Spencer quickened his pace to keep up, matching your brisk walk. “I am blaming it on you. This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t suddenly decided to move forward.”

“Right, because clearly, I should have anticipated your clumsiness.”

He shot you a sideways glance. “My clumsiness? You’re the one who—”

“There you are!”

You both turned to see JJ walking toward you, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Hotch is looking for you.”

You started to walk away. “Sure, I’ll go see him—”

JJ shook her head, her smile widening. “No, you don’t understand. He’s looking for you,” she pointed a finger at Spencer, then swung it back to you, “And you. Both of you, together.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “Both of us? Why?"

“Something about filling in paperwork?”

He frowned, but as the implication of Hotch calling you both at the same time for paperwork sank in, he snapped his head toward you, his eyes wide with realization. You turned toward him at the same moment, and the gravity of your seemingly innocent lie spiraled down on him, making the whole situation feel alarmingly real.

The weight of it pressed on Spencer’s chest. How could he possibly forget about the most important thing in all of this? He had an eidetic memory, he was good at recalling even the smallest details, but how could he not remember the need to officially disclose workplace relationships?

The reality of potentially signing official documents to confirm this fake relationship made his palms sweat.

“This is stupid,” you whispered when JJ finally left the two of you. “Maybe we should think this through.”

Spencer looked down at you. You were right, this was stupid. It was getting out of hand. But as he noticed the way you stared up at him, with your wide, doe-like eyes sparkling under the light, something shifted. This whole lie had started as a means to an end, a way to fend off the relentless teasing. But now, standing there with you, it felt like more than just a plan. Maybe it was the thrill of the unknown, or the strange comfort of the lie. Maybe it wasn’t just about fooling the team.

Maybe he was starting to fool himself too.

Spencer took a deep breath. “No,” he said softly, more to himself than to you. “We started this, we should go through with it.”

Before you could respond, he placed his hand on your lower back, feeling the warmth of your body through the thin fabric of your blouse before his palm slid over to your waist. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden gesture, but you didn't pull away.

What have you done?

You couldn’t believe you had actually signed the papers. The weight of the pen felt so heavy in your hand, the ink seeming to dry slower than usual as you scrawled your name on the dotted line. This was supposed to be a simple, harmless plan, but now it was documented. Official.

How did it come to this?

You watched as Spencer took the pen from you, his hand brushing yours momentarily. He glanced at you before turning his attention back to the document. The hesitation was brief, but you saw it—the flicker of doubt before he pressed the pen on to the paper and signed his name next to yours.

What the hell are we doing?

“Alright,” Hotch said, taking the papers and giving you both a nod. “This is a bit formal, but it’s necessary under bureau policy. If there are any changes in your relationship status, you should report immediately.”

You nodded, barely hearing his words over the pounding of your heart.

“Again, congratulations.”

Your stomach churned. You were going to be sick.

“Thank you,” Spencer responded. Hotch then dismissed you both, and as you turned to leave, Spencer's hand gently touched your back. You were the one who urged him to act his part, but it felt too intimate, too real at that moment. You quickly increased your pace, putting some distance between you as you walked down into the bullpen.

Penelope was sitting on your chair, chatting animatedly with the rest of the team in the open space. She looked up when you both arrived. “Well, look who’s back!” Penelope called out. “How did it go?"

You weren't surprised everyone understood what being called in, together at that, by Hotch implied.

“It went… as expected,” you replied, forcing a smile. Spencer stood a bit awkwardly beside you, his usual composure slightly ruffled.

"This is amazing,” Penelope sighed. "Oh! you know what we should do?"

You eyed her warily. "What?"

"This totally calls for a celebration!"

Your eyes widened. "Let's not—"

"Are you guys free this weekend?" Penelope turned toward the rest of the team.

Derek leaned back in his chair with a wide grin. "You know I'm always up for a party."

Spencer looked between you and the rest of the team, clearly uncomfortable. "I don't think that’s necessary—"

"He's right, Spencer isn't much of a party freak," JJ chimed in, joining in the conversation from her desk. "We should do something more relaxing."

"No, that's not what I meant—"

"You know what we haven't done in a while?" Emily asked, walking closer with a thoughtful look before she settled onto your desk, leaning slightly against it. "We haven't gone to the pool lately."

Penelope perked up at the idea. "Rossi's villa?"

Emily confirmed her with a nod. "Rossi's villa. He’s always saying we should use it more anyway.”

At any given chance, you would jump at the idea. You loved relaxing by the pool. You loved basking under the sun with a cool drink in your hand, the smell of chlorine in the air, and the refreshing splash of water on your skin. And Rossi’s pool was the perfect place for that.

It was a villa located an hour’s drive away that seemed more suited to a resort than a private residence. It was far from the city, mostly unoccupied, but always welcoming. You had been there before, stayed overnight there too, and all those fun memories were still vivid in your mind. You even recalled the time Emily was caught skinny dipping at night. Or the time Derek kicked Spencer out of the pool after realizing he had been hustling him at basketball the week before.

It had been fun then, but the more you reflected on those memories, the deeper your frown became. They had happened way before everything fell apart, before the tension had strained your friendship. It was a time when everything felt simpler, when Spencer was one of your closest friends. And now, ironically, he was your boyfriend.

Fake boyfriend.

"So it's settled, then?" Penelope’s voice broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to the present.

Honestly, you didn’t want to go. How were you even going to pull this off? A weekend by the pool, while usually the perfect highlight for your summer, now felt like walking into a scripted play where your every gesture would be scrutinized. Not just by anyone, but by skilled profilers who could sniff out a lie like a shark smells blood in the water.

The fear of being exposed, of embarrassing yourself—or worse, damaging your career—was gnawing at you. It made you increasingly anxious. Yet backing out wasn’t an option either. It would raise too many questions and invite too much speculation.

So you closed the distance between you and Spencer and linked your arm through his, ignoring the slight panic in his eyes. “Sure,” you said, turning to Penelope as you mustered a smile. “Sounds fun.”

Penelope beamed at you. Spencer, on the other hand, felt the exact opposite. The idea of spending an entire weekend pretending to be in a relationship filled him with dread.

And he couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was bound to go wrong.

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fathertaurus · 18 days ago

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Astro Observations

okay I’ve never done one of these before I but I do love them so much and I had a funny list of my own in my notes that I’ve decided to share so enjoy!

Taurus sun people are some of the most noncommittal people I know. Or at least very quick to break things off. Their form of earth energy is focused on grounded-ness and indulging in their senses. If you jeopardize that in the slightest they’re g o n e lmao

Sag sun women have mommy issues the same way Scorpio sun men do

Geminis conflate being romantically interested in someone with being sexually interested—but more often than not, because of their flighty energy (air signs) if someone isn’t matching their free energy vibes then it’s never that serious of a commitment to them

Libra women/femmes are incredibly soft when put in the right circumstances, even upon just meeting someone—if you get a Libra woman/femme when they’re abrasive and show off-y then they don’t like you lol

Cancer moon men/mascs will see mommy milkers on a woman and immediately assume that that is actually their mother and act in accordance. No I won’t be elaborating

Also once a cancer men/masc (sun, moon, rising) meets a Taurus (sun, moon, rising or Venus) they will never let go lmaoo

I think it’s cause Tauruses are just cancers if cancers had a spine (ily cancers I promise) and they can find their sense of confidence in them. But it also leads to a mild obsession. Cancers like to understand everything to a T as it helps them feel emotionally secure

Underdeveloped Leo men/mascs are cocky, but never confident

Sag men/mascs are actually Tauruses in disguise

Yall are the chillest mfs unless provoked. Your sense of peace and retaining that is what drives you, very much Taurus-like

Which is funny because I feel like all the Taurus men I know hold more Sag qualities than Taurus qualities

Aries women/femmes are soooo calm 24:7. Very bubbly, happy go lucky, like truly give off the real energy of what it means to be the youngest signs in the Zodiac. But when put in tight spots or in a position where they have to defend themselves, all hell breaks loose lmao

Aries men/mascs on the other hand are always pissy LMAOO IM SORRY BUT ITS TRUE

Like it’s never that serious I swear

Pisces’ fear of being rejected for their rose colored glasses over life turns them into the scariest people if tried. I think they’re one of those signs that really need to be able to see the bright side of life and do it in a very childlike way, so when that’s judge they immediately turn on you. Like idk if any of yall have ever pissed off a Pisces but uh uh nope I do not play with them when they’re upset

it’s like when the sweet loving house dog suddenly gets rabies and I mean that with love I swear

Also unhealed Pisces women/femmes need to go to jail. Yall do the most heinous things to people because you don’t like yourselves and it’s actually insane!

I feel like if more Scorpios (especially women/femmes) remembered/knew they were ruled by Pluto you’d give yourselves more grace. Pluto rules over death and transformation—you will constantly rebirth in this life, you are destined to consistently shed your skin. That’s why you can’t spend too much time in one place, or you feel like you never truly know who you are. That’s okay! You’re here to remind others that change is inevitable, and that a lack of control is very very beautiful.

Sincerely A Taurus with 6 planets in her 8th house (the 8th house is ruled by Pluto for those who don’t know lol)

Might be a controversial take but I feel like Gemini moons and rising have such promise for being fantastic mothers. The way you are capable of seeing perspectives outside of your own because of your natural duality allows you to nurture in a very unique way that works well for children with inquisitive minds, or at least with Pluto and Jupiter influence in their charts

but it takes a lot of understanding yourself first and figuring out your motives behind the intimate relationships you create

All Leo risings look like cats/lions

* Usually have cat like eyes or long hair (“manes”)

Aquarius men with heavy fire energy in their big 3 or big 6: the most unloyal mfs ever, especially in their friendships lmao — but Aquarius men with water influence in their big 3/6: will build you a house with their bare hands

Aquarius men with air influence? “I love you but I’m afraid to say it” type vibe lmaoooo

Despite being the “oldest” sign in the zodiac all the Pisces’ I’ve met are the youngest siblings lol but maybe that has something to do with coming last in the zodiac?

I feel like Scorpio women either embrace sexuality or the occult. Like either you’re sexualized so much you’re whole life you alchemize it into a power trip or you reject it completely and turn into a witch

If you have Virgo in your big 3 you probably have tummy issues <3

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northopalshore · 3 months ago

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Are you familiar with Ascendant Persona Charts?

♀ Ascendant persona charts are very interesting. It's like an extended version of your personality, in the eyes of the people around you. But also, you can sort of see the signs features manifest onto your appearance. I think it's really fun to look at lmao.

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Though I've noticed that in some charts, they tend to manifest later in life. Like after said person gains some sort of consciousness or after a particular phase. In all reality however, it's exactly what you'd expect it to be. The extended version of your single, the one that comes before the album lmao.

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In my asc pc, I'm a Taurus rising (°8 Scorpio). Destinn (°28 cancer) & Briede (°29 leo) are also here. It probably means I'll be perceived as a wifey somewhere down the line. Though I sure as hell ain't just my FS's wife. You'll see what I mean lmao. I'm a diva in my own right.

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I love going into persona charts since there's always this added layer of depth into your identity. You're a multilayered cake! I'm not calling you an onion even if it's tempting. I ain't Shrek. 🎂

Should I do an analysis on my ascendant persona chart as a guide? If you look at my asc pc, then the existence of my blog & my interest aren't a surprise lmao especially with that 11th house stellium & venus, groom in the 10th house. I'll add other examples as well.

Michael Jackson:

Is an Aquarius rising (°3 Gemini) in his asc persona chart. He has both Chiron (°23 aquarius ) & Briede (°28 cancer) in Aquarius here, as well as Sun (°10 Capricorn ), Boda (°2 Taurus) & Europa (°0) in Pisces.

He's literally a star lmao. A woman's man, if you will. Women tend to trust him instinctively, he himself has always been more of a lover. The spirit of a lover that is.

Although, this would also explain his erratic behaviour at times. Having to battle his emotions at the same time trying to gain control of any public situation he was ever in. It's not media training, it's media manipulation. He grew up in front of the camera so his public persona is his second skin.

In his natal chart, his ascendant is Pisces (°10 Capricorn) with Moon (°14 Taurus) , Mireille & Lilith (°21 Sagittarius).

He's been bullied and shamed for his appearance, people always had something to say when it comes to how he should and shouldn't act or look like. He's also been openly insecure about how he looks because of his sickness & vitiligo.

However, no one can deny that his looks will forever be framed as an iconic part of pop culture history. Hell, in all of modern history. The King of Pop is never seen without an outfit that would outshine all who stand next to him.

It also mirrors his facial structures. I've heard that a badly aspected Mercury or 7th house ruler could be related to vitiligo in vedic astrology, but I'm not exactly sure. I'm not well versed in medical astrology either, but I wonder if aquarius might have some sort of effect as well since he has a LOT of aquarius here.

He's one fine mf tho. Even after all this time, he's still adored by many fans, old & new.

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Hope this was interesting! Did I somehow make it about MJ again? Yes. Yes I did.

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yan-lorkai · 6 months ago

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This was actually requested on my discord, by my beloved 🌸 anon. I sure had fun writing this, from an ace to another, I hope u enjoy this (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, sexuality talk, coming out (as asexual), gn!reader

Vil watched you pace nervously, his eyes following your every movement. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice he had been speaking to you mere moments ago, his questions and jokes promptly ignored by you.

'What had happened? Had someone upset you? Were you troubled and in need of help?' He thought so many things, his heart beating faster with each negative thought crossing his mind.

Finally, after what seemed like years, you sat down on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding as you stared at your hands. The room was bathed in the soft, fading light of the evening, shadows dancing on the walls as the last rays of the sun slipped through the curtains. Vil could sense the tension in you, the way you seemed to be rehearsing your words, overthinking every syllable - you were like a newbie at acting, trying to conceal your face behind a mask, yet you didn't realize that he could see you behind your mask.

He knew he could ease your worries, he could make everything better with just a few words and snaps of his fingers. You were his most cherished person, and of course, he wanted to take care of you, to see your beauty shine alongside his, to nourish you into a better version of yourself. But first, you needed to open up to him. It pained him to see you so distant, trapped in your own world - fearing.

He could recognize the signs; the way you bit your nails, the shallow breaths, how you looked at him as if you had committed the worst crime possible, which was funny considering that he had done far worser than you ever could. Well, not that you know about all the things he did.

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, your gaze shy and uncertain. His presence was both a comfort and a source of intimidation, though you weren’t sure why. Vil noticed this, and with a subtle shift in his posture, he softened his expression, hoping you would see him as someone to confide in rather than fear.

"Mein Liebling," Vil spoke gently, breaking the silence, nickname making you shudder visibly. He needed to be the first to reach out, to show you that he was there for you, ready to listen and understand. He took your hand in his, his touch gentle as he guided your chin up so you would meet his eyes. "You've been so quiet and distant today. What’s on your mind?"

It was a simple question but it carried the weight of his concern. You bit your lower lip, leaning into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as you searched for the right words.

"There’s something I need to tell you," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Vil’s gaze softened further, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. "Of course, darling. You can tell me anything."

It's now or never, You thought. Now or never!

Your fingers twisted nervously in the hem of your shirt as you took a deep breath. "I’m… asexual. It means I don’t experience sexual attraction, or at least not in the way most people do. I, uh, wanted to tell you this since we're... Interested in each other? In love? I don't know how to call it to be honest."

He couldn’t stand the thought that you might have feared coming to him, that you worried about his judgment. Vil tightened his hold on your hands, his touch warm and reassuring, as he let a soft chuckle leave his beautiful lips.

You close your eyes, afraid to face the expression that adorned your his face. Silence filled the room for a moment, the seconds stretched on, each one feeling longer than the last, your heart beating loudly in your chest. But Vil's relief was almost palpable as he realized that nobody harmed you. You were just afraid - afraid of his reaction, which he hated because he could never judge you or other aces for that matter.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," Vil said, his voice gentle and sincere. "I can see how much this means to you, and how scared you are."

A wave of relief washed over you, though a small knot of anxiety still remained. "I was afraid you might not understand or that it would change things between us."

Vil’s lips curved into a soft smile, though he felt a twinge of hurt that you’d ever doubt him. "My feelings for you aren’t based on physical attraction. What matters to me is your heart, your mind, and the incredible person you are. If anything, I admire you even more for your courage in telling me this."

Your eyes filled with tears and you leaned into Vil’s embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against your cheek sounding as comforting as a lullaby. "Thank you, Vil. You don’t know how much that means to me."

"Thank you, Vil," You whispered, a sense of peace settling over you. "I like you... I like you a lot."

Vil stroked your hair, his touch tender and comforting. "We’ll navigate this together. Your sexuality is a part of who you are, and I love you for all of it. Always remember that."

You looked up at Vil, meeting his gaze. In that moment, you realized how profound the bond you two had that could transcend even words or physicality.

"I like you too," Vil replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Just as you are."

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nymphia-tarot · 1 year ago

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Who is your future spouse?

pile 1 ----> pile 2

pile 3 ----> pile 4

hello!! this reading will be all about your fs and your future relationship. this might contain slight nsfw in some of the piles! i keep my readings completely gender-neutral! meditate on the pics and choose whichever one calls to you. if you feel drawn to more than one pile you might have messages in them for you! if you don't feel particularly drawn to anyone, this reading might not be for you perhaps. since this is a general reading, take what resonates! 🩷

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1. Pile 1

Wow pile 1, right off the bat I'm getting that your future spouse is someone who is very abundant-- both in terms of material wealth and emotionally. They're someone who likes to give and may do a lot of charity work too. They might be used to being a provider for their family, or being like the role model. They have a lot of expectations on them and they're the kind who's used to supporting others and they're proud of it. They have a lot to give and they know it themselves. They have a very magnetic presence, very charming, and they have this ability to make people feel like they're special. They're also very passionate when it comes to you! I'm getting Leo and/or Pisces vibes. I'm also getting like, your FS is very good-looking (getting brown or darker shades of colour for hair) and they might have a lot of suitors after them or they might be really experienced when it comes to romance.

They have a lot of passionate feelings towards you 😳 I feel like they're the one who takes the lead in this relationship (mostly in the bedroom). You're like a wish-fulfillment to your FS or vice versa. I feel like you guys will meet at a time where one of you guys is going through a hard time, where it feels like there's no way out and the other is going to be a gentle guiding light. This pile also has a bit of sexual energy but that's probably because your FS is just... really full of feelings lol. Also getting they might have a slight jealous/competitive streak where they want to be the best you've ever had. Not getting anything toxic though so dw! They really love pleasing you though and their love language might be acts of service/gift giving + physical touch. They might be the one to take the initiative when it comes to wooing you and might try a lot to impress you. They like buying you nice stuff a lot and would probably spend a lot on you. I'm getting they just really like pampering people they love.

2. Pile 2

Pile 2's FS feels like someone with a lot of emotional baggage, or like their past is haunting them in a way (maybe a bad past breakup?). Still, they're someone who's more on the logical side and it feels as if they might try to rationalize their feelings a lot. They also come across as an introvert or others view them as a bit detached or loners. They might be an air sign (Aquarius or Libra?) or have air placements even if it's not their sun sign. They feel very sharp, intellectual and cuts through bullshit easily. Very to the point, direct and blunt as well. Their sharp tongue might get them in a bit of trouble in social settings. They might have a super intense-looking face/vibes or like, high cheekbones. I'm getting tall too, or even if not really tall they have "tall vibes" in the sense that they might come across as a bit intense-- just something about them feels very imposing and authoritative. I'm also getting they might be from a foreign country, different state or just a different culture from you guys. Traveling is def involved somehow.

You two might meet at the workplace or at some formal setting. I'm getting this is someone who's into more traditional conventions and relationships and they might even be super loyal and committed. I'm getting earth Venus sign. They might not be overtly romantic because they're bad at expressing themselves since they keep such a tight hold on their feelings. However, I'm getting they might be very reliable during times of need, like a strong guiding force that pushes you onto the right path. They're very mentally strong people as they might have had to deal with a lot of hardships in life. They have a lot of love for you though, and when you get into a relationship, they might want to solidify it through marriage. They're the type who believes in practicality and actions, so marriage might be a way for them to really be sure of your love. Honestly, this relationship might not be the most smooth-sailing but there will be a lot of valuable life lessons involved. I feel like you guys will come out more mature and wise from this. This def feels like a karmic/fated connection in a way.

3. Pile 3

Pile 3 your FS feels like someone who is on the more materialistic side of life. They might be a party animal and they seem super free-spirited and independent. They might have a lot of wealth but they're also kinda possessive over their belongings. They're actually quite emotional and intense too. They're very strong-willed, like hardships and what society thinks rarely phases them. Very unconventional people overall. They might be the type who doesn't like being chained by norms and expectations. I'm getting for some of you, they might be a sex worker too. And for some, they might just have a really successful business which got them a lot of wealth. They might have a tendency to overspend though so there's warnings regarding finances. Overall, they come across as a bit hedonistic and maybe even a bit immature at times.

I feel like you two really balance each other out in this relationship. You guys might even be a bit opposite of each other. For looks, they might have somewhat soft features or look really gentle and elegant. I'm getting that for some of you, your FS might've been in an abusive situation before you guys got together or they might've been the victim of some sort of exploitation. They might also have a very soothing voice. I feel like a big theme or overall lesson in this connection is regarding balance and harmony, and letting go of what doesn't serve you anymore. Your FS will go through or has gone through a major change in life which will make them grow stronger and more abundant (I'm getting cutting ties with a male authority figure?). I'm also getting that they're someone who will sacrifice a lot for the sake of you guys' relationship and they will try their hardest to protect the happiness and balance in it. It's something they really want to fight for and preserve at all costs.

4. Pile 4

Pile 4 might be dealing with a Gemini or Libra (maybe both in charts). I'm getting they might be a bit younger than you in age or even if not younger, less experienced in life. They come across as someone who's very harmonious and agreeable. Overall, they have a very flighty energy about them. They might be someone who daydreams a lot or has difficulty in keeping themselves grounded. They tend to have a lot of ideas but get bored quickly, it's like the mundane and simplicity bores them. They might not be very materialistic though and I'm getting they might find dealing with practical matters a bit difficult due to their tendency to keep their head in the clouds. They might also be a bit reckless. Also probably kinda bad with directions lol and they might get lost a lot. Kinda clumsy?

I'm getting your relationship might be a bit unconventional. Sugar daddy/mommy vibes? For a small percentage of yall at least but it's like you'll be the one who pampers them. For others, it feels like a fling or rebound initially. I'm getting you might actually be the first person they get with or they're a bit inexperienced. One of you might get a bit possessive/obsessed or too attached here (I'm mostly getting it's them). I'm also getting that at one point in this relationship, you might have to make a choice. What that choice is will be revealed to you in time. Your person might view you as someone impactful, or someone who brought a major change in their life.

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leighbaye · 7 months ago

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— SIGN YOUR NAME ACROSS MY HEART

written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1325

summary. mike wheeler , member of the notorious hellfire club, has a hopelessly hopeful crush on you. it takes the simplest thing, a yearbook signature, for him to realize the feeling is indeed mutual.

labels. no definite description of reader, cheerleader reader, friendly & extroverted reader, introvert mike, basically loser boy + popular girl trope.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. hope you guys enjoy some mike wheeler! i just really miss stranger things right now.

should i just leave right here, right now? mike asked himself, clearly internally monologuing.

his frail legs shaking slightly under his black skinny jeans, wiping his sweaty palms on them, switching one hand to wipe while the other holds his yearbook.

i should just turn the balls of my feet the other direction and walk off, i mean y/n wouldn’t notice, right?

his thoughts of escaping running through his poor head were abruptly interrupted as another body jostled against him, laughing unapologetically as they, too, headed towards the object of mike’s affection.

It was whoever they were, along with at least three of y/n’s cheerleading teammates, and no less than eight screaming boys and girls (consisting of at least two teammates from lucas’s basketball team, if mike’s memory served him correctly) all holding their yearbooks out as if y/n were some hollywood star in california.

she could be one, mike mused. she certainly has the looks for it. and maybe mike might even feel better if it were just that. if it was just that y/n was practically aphrodite’s incarnate and people couldn’t take their eyes off her.

but, she’s just so good. she’s beautiful and athletic, yes, but she’s also caring and whip-smart and bright in every sense of the word. she constantly does volunteer work and has a ridiculously high gpa and smiles at everyone she sees, including himself, just because.

everyone loves her, and of course they do. how could mike blame them for seeing exactly what he sees?

a pang of something courses through him. it’s probably a bit of jealousy, a bit of uncharacteristic obstinacy, and a bit of (characteristic, dreadful) hope. if mike were less of a romantic, he might be able to see this for what it is: a fantasy.

he’s standing here, waiting his turn, as if the living, breathing portrait of goodness would choose him out of everyone. and, even worse, he can’t even muster fear within himself, because it’s y/n.

it takes mike a moment to register that everyone else has cleared out, and it’s just him and the person who plays the role of the sun in his universe standing face to face. mike just hopes that the blush he can feel starting at his pale neck reaching to the tips of his ears don’t show up where y/n can see it.

❝ hi ❞ y/n says. her voice is soft, much softer than mike is used to, only ever hearing it up close when she’s yelling out supporting words to the basketball team, and he wonders if that’s how y/n always talks to people one-on-one.

he also wonders if that’s how y/n ever talked to lucas, a memory of him feeling the most uncomfortable he’s ever felt after seeing her talk to him making each other laugh and acting casually with each other seeing y/n playfully smack his shoulder clouded his thoughts. its not everyday you see your crush talking to one of you best friends like, since forever. well not that i’d know, he internally chastises himself.

y/n is smiling and her eyes crinkle at the corners and mike doesn’t have it within himself to look away, even as he abruptly pushes his yearbook out in front of him and holds it there. mike’s heart skips a beat as y/n grasps it carefully, as her gorgeous eyes skip over his face again, as she uncaps a pen to start writing.

without a yearbook to hold on to, mike is left waiting with shaky hands and trembling legs, trying to grab on to just a fragment of a thought so he doesn’t float away. unsurprisingly, the first one he can seize is still distantly about y/n. it’s dustin’s voice, echoing once again in his head, just as it recurrently had since they last talked. about life, about love, about y/n.

❝ you need to go for it mike ❞ dustin had urged, his face unusually grim and serious. ❝ you need to let yourself have things, at least once. ❞

mike takes a breath, remembering all of his years - long longing and misery and idealism, and tries. he opens his mouth to say something, anything. if he can stomach it, he’ll ask for y/n’s number or, at least, say something that y/n could respond to.

he can give himself one conversation. he can give himself one syllable so he can at least say that he gave it an honest shot, so the flavor of regret he’s bound to taste will wash away faster.

but y/n closes the yearbook, and mike closes his mouth.

y/n holds the book out away from her, the same way mike had. like there was something burning inside it that she needed to let go of.

❝ here you go ❞ y/n says, closer to a whisper than anything mike’s ever heard.

something seems off. and mike can’t tell if it’s just that he feels caught out, with y/n looking at him as he was thinking about his irrepressible crush, or if it’s really right there in front of him. y/n is still smiling, but it’s small and a bit strained. her lips are pressed together and she looks… red? there’s a tinge of pink across her cheeks, coating her perfect features. She looks exerted.

of course she does, she just finished her cheer practice, you lovesick idiot. mike barely stops himself from covering his face in embarrassment. this is what he gets for trying, for thinking too hard and making himself look like a total and utter imbecile.

so, he overcompensates.

❝ wow uh thank you, so much, y/n really, ❞ mike replies, rushed and vaguely fearful. the adrenaline has worn off and he’s starting to feel the comedown of this prolonged period of stress.

he can’t tell if he wants to say more or if he merely, momentarily, considers it, but it doesn’t end up mattering. his traitorous legs betray him and spin him around, pushing him onward in the opposite direction.

now mike can feel the flush of deep, burrowing shame rising to the surface. he cringes and keeps walking.

once he’s far enough away, mike decides to open his yearbook and take a look at y/n’s signature before he inevitably throws up on it and renders it illegible.

mike doesn’t have to look long. he knows y/n’s handwriting, just like everything else even tangentially related to her, by heart. and he’s relatively certain that he’ll see what y/n has left behind in seemingly every other yearbook: a simple ❝ y/n ^_^ ❞ that evokes the image of her toothy, genuine grin without fail.

what he finds, though, leaves him frozen in the middle of the hallway. he is so taken aback that his limbs don’t even shake. It’s just his heart—his foolish, faithful heart—that does a little dance.

he gets stuck on his own name, ❝ mike ❞ in y/n’s charming scrawl. he never told y/n his name. he didn’t even dare to dream that y/n remembered his face.

mike reads on and lets a little gasp of laughter escape. he can’t tamp down his uncontrollable smile as his eyes trek across the words over and over and over again, as he quickly closes the book and opens it again to make sure the words haven’t somehow flown away.

he grins, wider than he can ever remember, before closing the yearbook again with finality and hugging it tightly to his chest. y/n’s words cycle through his mind, becoming new fragments for mike to grab on to. he doesn’t need to open his yearbook to be able to re - read the words that traveled straight to his heart. to be honest, he could probably recite the message word for word, letter for letter, with his eyes closed:

mike,

i think you’re cute

if you also think i’m cute

maybe we can do something about it ^_^

xxx xxx xxxx

have a summer as beautiful as you

y/n ♡

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The Garage Sale X

Paul's footsteps echoed down the quiet suburban street, the only sound breaking the stillness of the early morning. He clutched the finished story in his hand, his heart pounding in his chest. The garage sale sign, scribbled in thick, bold letters on a piece of cardboard, grew larger with each step. The house it led to was a stark contrast to its neighbors: a monolith of dark bricks and tall, pointed roofs, surrounded by a wild, untamed garden. A towering figure emerged from the shadows as he approached, and Paul's eyes widened.

It was Jack, the man who had once been the subject of his curiosity. Jack's muscular frame was illuminated by the early sun, casting dramatic shadows across the driveway. The white tank top he wore clung to his broad chest, displaying the results of countless hours at the gym. His black spandex shorts accentuated his powerful legs, and his white sneakers were a stark contrast against the asphalt. The gothic cross necklace around his neck glinted as he moved, adding an intriguing layer to his otherwise simple attire.

As Paul approached, Jack's eyes flickered up from the items spread across the tables. His gaze was piercing, yet the corner of his lips curled up in what might have been a smirk. "Well, well, what brings the journalist to my garage sale?" he boomed, his voice deep and resonant.

Paul felt his palms start to sweat, gripping the paper more tightly. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I actually finished my investigative project," he managed to say, his voice quivering slightly. He paused for a moment, watching Jack's reaction.

Jack's gaze was unyielding, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took the paper. "Your 'project' about me, right?" He unfolded it with a casual air that belied the tension crackling in the air.

Paul nodded, his throat dry. "Yes, it's about… well, everything that happened."

Jack's eyebrows twitched in disbelief. "Hmm," he murmured, his deep voice resonating in the quiet morning. "I thought I made it clear that I didn't care what you did with your little 'project'. Why the sudden change of heart?"

Paul swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Jack's gaze on him. "Okay, to tell you the truth, I don't really know why I have this urge to make you read it," he admitted, his voice wavering slightly. "But there's something inside me that compels me to do it. It's like I need to see how you react to it, how it makes you feel."

Jack's eyes never left Paul's face, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in his gaze. He took the paper, his fingers brushing against Paul's, sending a shiver down the journalist's spine. "Fine," he said, his tone a gruff rumble. "If this is what you really want, I'll read it."

Paul watched as Jack's eyes scanned the page, his heart hammering in his chest. The sun climbed higher, casting a warm glow over the garage sale items that now felt trivial in comparison to the story that unfolded before them. The narrative was a stark reminder of the past, of a time when Jack had been the target of bullies like Adam. It painted a picture of Maria, the woman who had stepped in and saved him from the torment, her fiery spirit intimidating even the most fearsome of adversaries. Her compassion had been like a beacon in the storm, guiding Jack to a new life, one filled with purpose and meaning.

Jack's expression remained stoic as he read, his massive biceps flexing slightly as he gripped the paper. The story didn't delve into the supernatural, keeping the focus on the human relationships that had shaped Jack's life. It was a tale of redemption and growth, of how a single act of kindness could alter the trajectory of a life forever. The words flowed like a river, describing how, after Maria's death, Jack had been fueled by a burning desire to live up to her wishes, to become the man she had seen in him.

Maria, as depicted in the story, was a saintly figure, her beauty not just in her physical form but in her heart and soul. The way she had taken Jack in, her fiery spirit now a warm embrace, had been nothing short of transformative. She had seen the potential in him, the goodness that others had overlooked, and had nurtured it with a gentle but firm hand. Her love and guidance had been the catalyst for Jack's metamorphosis from a broken, bullied boy into a man of strength and resolve.

As Jack read on, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, one that was genuine and filled with warmth. He had never allowed anyone to delve so deeply into his life before, not even his closest friends at the college. Yet here was Paul, a virtual stranger, who had managed to capture the essence of his journey with such finesse. The words on the page were more than just a recount of his past; they were a testament to the power of love and acceptance, and the profound impact they could have on a life.

Finally, Jack looked up, the paper fluttering gently in his hand. He handed it back to Paul. "It was beautiful, man," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "I didn't know you could write it like that."

Paul took the paper, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "So, what do you feel about the story?" he asked tentatively, searching Jack's unreadable gaze.

Jack's smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "I actually liked it," he confessed, his deep voice sending a warm shiver down Paul's spine.

Paul's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

Jack nodded, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. "Yeah, I've never talked about that time in my life with anyone, not even my closest friends. It's… it's pretty personal."

Paul felt a pang of guilt at the admission. He hadn't considered the impact his prying might have had on Jack. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to write something that mattered, something that could make a difference."

Jack's expression softened, his eyes no longer as piercing as they had been moments ago. He leaned in closer, his muscular frame looming over Paul. "You did, man," he said, his voice now a gentle rumble. "You really did."

Paul felt a jolt of excitement at the confession. "What do you mean?"

Jack leaned against the garage door, his arms crossing over his broad chest. The early sunlight painted his muscles in a warm glow, the shadows playing across his face giving him an air of mystery. "I mean, I knew you had the power to either make or break me with that story of yours." His voice was a low purr, a stark contrast to the earlier gruffness. "But you didn't. You showed me as I am."

Paul's heart skipped a beat at the confession. He had never expected Jack to open up like this. "Jack, I just wanted to tell a story that mattered. To show people that everyone has a story, and that even the strongest among us can have moments of weakness."

Jack nodded, his eyes searching Paul's. "I know," he said softly, his voice dropping to a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air between them. "But you see, the thing is…"

Paul waited with bated breath, his heart racing as he watched the muscular giant before him. He had no idea what was coming next, but he knew it was going to be significant.

Jack took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over the journalist. "You know what, Paul?" His voice was a low growl that seemed to vibrate through the very earth beneath them. "I actually do care if that story goes public."

Paul's heart thudded in his chest. "What do you mean?" He stumbled back slightly, the reality of the situation starting to set in.

Jack's smile grew, revealing a hint of something darker, something more primal. "You see, I had a contingency plan, just in case my real story got out."

Paul's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Jack chuckled, his muscles rippling under his tight tank top. "You think I'd let something like that go out without a fight?" He stepped closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against Paul's cheek. "The real story, the one that involves Maria's… let's call it 'unique' heritage, is something I'd rather keep hidden."

Paul felt his knees go weak as Jack's hand brushed against his arm, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "What was the plan?" he whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from Jack's piercing eyes.

Jack leaned in closer, his warm breath sending shivers down Paul's spine. "Let's just say I had a little… insurance policy," he murmured, his voice dropping to a seductive purr.

"What do you mean?" Paul stuttered, his eyes darting nervously towards the house and the mysterious garage behind Jack.

Jack's smile grew wolfish, his eyes gleaming with something that could have been mischief or menace. "You remember Aiden, don't you?" He said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very air. "The guy who could lift cars and never broke a sweat?"

Paul's throat went dry as he nodded. "What does Aiden have to do with this?" He croaked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Jack leaned in closer, his breath warm on Paul's cheek. "Let's just say, if you go through with publishing that story, Aiden will pay you a little visit." His voice was a seductive whisper that sent a thrill through Paul's body, despite the ominous undertones. "He'll make sure that you wear my special clothes that I have given him."

Paul felt a chill run down his spine at the mention of Aiden's name. "What's so special about the clothes?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

Jack's eyes gleamed with amusement. "They're made from a fabric that's been enchanted by Maria's ancestors," he revealed, his thumb tracing the cross on his necklace. "When you put them on, you'll be strong, unstoppable, but with a mind as empty as a hollow shell, forgetting everything that I have told you. If that didn't pan out I also have a plan for Aiden to transform your roommate, Shawn. And he will be the one to make you wear my special clothing while you are sleeping. Oh and by the way, I think Aiden already gave the clothing that will transform Shawn."

Paul's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, so you're saying that Shawn's transformation was because of something you did?"

Jack nodded, his smirk widening. "Yeah, the mask was just the catalyst. I knew what he truly desired, deep down. He's always been a bit of a player, but underneath that, there's a man who craves true, unconditional love from one woman. So, I set the wheels in motion."

Paul's mind raced as he digested the revelation. He had always thought Shawn was happy with his casual flings and one-night stands, but to think that his best friend yearned for something more profound was… shocking. "So, what happens now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack leaned back against the garage door, his arms folded across his broad chest. "Now, we come to an understanding," he said, his voice still a gentle rumble. "You keep my true story safe, and I won't have to take any… extreme measures." His gaze drifted to the house behind him, and Paul couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at the unspoken threat.

Paul nodded vigorously, his mind racing. "Of course, Jack," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I promise, I won't say a word."

Jack's smile grew into a full-blown grin, the kind that made Paul's knees wobble. "Good," he said, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate in the pit of Paul's stomach. "I knew I could count on you."

Paul took a step back, his mind racing. "But, why me?" he repeated, his voice sounding small in the face of Jack's overwhelming presence.

Jack stepped closer, his eyes softening slightly. "Why you?" He echoed, his thumb tracing the outline of the cross on his necklace. "Because I see something in you, Paul. Something that no one else does."

Paul's smile wavered, a mix of shock and relief washing over him. "What do you mean?" he whispered, his voice barely above the sound of his own racing heart.

Jack stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup Paul's chin. His touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the power that emanated from his body. "I've read your thoughts, Paul," he said, his voice a deep, hypnotic rumble. "I know what you desire, deep down. You're looking for something real, something that resonates with your soul."

Paul felt his breath catch in his throat as Jack's thumb traced the line of his jaw, his eyes searching the journalist's face for any signs of disagreement. The warmth of his touch was intoxicating, sending waves of confusion through Paul's body. He had never felt this way about a man before, but something about Jack's words, his touch, made him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

"Jack," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart. "What are you saying?"

Jack's eyes searched Paul's, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. "I'm saying that maybe the reason you're still searching for that one true love, is because you're looking in the wrong place," he murmured, his thumb continuing to trace the line of Paul's jaw.

Paul's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing with the implications of Jack's words. "What…what do you mean?" He managed to stammer out, his breath shallow and quick.

Jack's smile grew more knowing, his thumb still gently caressing Paul's chin. "I mean that maybe, just maybe, your true love is right here," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur that seemed to resonate in every cell of Paul's body. "Someone who understands you, who sees the real you. Someone who can give you the strength and acceptance you crave."

Paul's cheeks flushed a deep red, his eyes dropping to the ground. "I… I don't know," he stuttered, his mind racing with the implications of Jack's words. The thought of being with a man, especially someone as powerful and enigmatic as Jack, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Jack's hand remained on Paul's chin, his thumb tracing circles that sent shivers down the journalist's spine. "Don't be embarrassed, Paul," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "It's natural to be confused when you're discovering something new about yourself."

Paul's eyes snapped back to meet Jack's, the intensity of the larger man's gaze making him swallow hard. "But what if I'm not… what if it's just because of your… your powers?"

Jack's smile never wavered, his hand moving to gently stroke the side of Paul's cheek. "Powers don't change who you are, Paul," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "They just bring out what's already there. And what I've seen in your eyes, in your thoughts, it's real. It's raw. It's you."

Paul felt his face heat up even more under Jack's gaze. He had never felt this way about a man before, but the more Jack talked, the more he couldn't deny the feelings stirring within him. "But I've always liked girls," he protested weakly, his eyes unable to leave the muscular giant's.

Jack's smile remained gentle, his thumb still stroking the side of Paul's cheek. "Sexuality isn't always black and white, Paul," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to soothe the journalist's racing thoughts. "It's a spectrum, and you're allowed to explore it."

Paul's blush deepened, his eyes searching Jack's for any sign of mockery. But all he saw was understanding, and maybe, just maybe, a hint of something more. "I… I don't know if I can," he admitted, his voice a mere whisper.

Jack leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting across Paul's cheek. "It's okay to be confused, baby," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to echo through Paul's very bones. "I'll help you figure it out."

Paul felt his resolve crumble as Jack's full, firm lips claimed his in a kiss that was as surprising as it was thrilling. His eyes widened in shock, but instead of pushing away, he found himself melting into the embrace. The taste of Jack was unlike anything he had ever experienced: a heady mix of power and vulnerability that made his knees wobble. He felt the world around them fade away, leaving only the heat of Jack's body and the demanding pressure of his lips.

Jack's arms encircled him, pulling him closer until their chests pressed together, the thundering of their hearts echoing through the quiet morning. The fabric of their shirts was the only barrier to the warmth and strength of their bodies. The scent of Jack's cologne filled Paul's senses, making him feel both safe and incredibly aroused. It was as if every nerve ending in his body was suddenly on high alert, responding to the unspoken promise in Jack's touch.

Paul's initial shock gave way to a fierce desire that burned through his confusion. He leaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Jack's waist. His hands slipped under the tank top, feeling the warm, firm skin beneath, his fingers tracing the contours of muscles that had been honed through years of relentless training. The feel of Jack's body against his own was electrifying, sending a jolt of pure want through him.

Jack's hands moved to the back of Paul's neck, his grip firm but gentle as he deepened the kiss. His tongue danced with Paul's, exploring the depths of his mouth with a familiarity that seemed almost predatory. Yet, instead of fear, Paul felt a strange sense of belonging, as if he had finally found a piece of himself that had been missing.

Paul's own hands roamed over Jack's broad back, feeling the play of muscles beneath the thin fabric of the tank top. He had never been with a man before, had never even considered the possibility, but here he was, kissing the most intimidating person he knew with a passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Jack's grip tightened around him, and without breaking the kiss, he effortlessly picked Paul up, his muscles flexing with the ease of a man used to lifting much heavier weights. Paul wrapped his legs around Jack's waist, his hands fisting in the fabric of the tank top as Jack carried him into the house, kicking the door shut behind them. The sound echoed through the quiet street, a declaration of their newfound intimacy that sent a thrill through his body.

The living room was dark and cool, the curtains drawn to keep the early sun at bay. The stark contrast to the brightness outside made Jack's skin seem to glow, his muscles casting dramatic shadows on the walls. Paul's heart hammered in his chest as they moved, their bodies undulating together in a silent dance of desire.

Jack's strong arms held him securely, making him feel both vulnerable and protected. The fabric of the tank top was damp with sweat, sticking to the contours of his chest, as Paul's nimble fingers worked to peel it away. The sight of Jack's bare upper body was a revelation; a landscape of power and beauty that seemed to suck the air from the room. His broad chest was a wall of muscle, each ridge and valley defined with perfection.

Paul's eyes followed the line of Jack's abs down to the waistband of his shorts. His own body was responding in ways he had never felt before. The fabric of his pants grew tight as his cock swelled, pushing against the confines of his underwear. He watched as Jack's own erection began to tent the fabric of his shorts, the head of his cock peeking out from the side. The precum glistening in the shadows was a silent testament to the intensity of their connection.

With trembling hands, Paul reached for the hem of Jack's shorts, pulling them down slowly. The jockstrap that lay beneath was a stark contrast to the rest of his attire—simple and functional, yet somehow incredibly sexy. The fabric strained against Jack's massive cock, which bobbed free as the shorts hit the floor. It was a sight that made Paul's mouth water, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan of desire.

Jack's cock was indeed a thing of beauty, long and thick, with a glistening bead of precum at the tip. It was clear that he was just as turned on by this moment as Paul was, and the power of his arousal was almost intoxicating.

Paul watched, his heart racing as Jack removed his jockstrap, revealing his massive cock that seemed to demand attention. Despite his inexperience with men, the journalist found himself unable to resist the urge to kneel before the muscular giant. His eyes remained locked on the prize, a mix of fascination and apprehension swirling in their depths.

Jack noticed the uncertainty in Paul's gaze and reached down, gently stroking the side of his face with a calloused thumb. The gesture was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the power that emanated from his body. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "I'll guide you."

Paul felt a wave of relief wash over him as he took a deep breath and leaned in, tentatively flicking his tongue against the head of Jack's cock. The taste was new, different, but not unpleasant. It was salty and musky, a heady aroma that filled his senses and made his own cock throb with anticipation.

Jack's hand found its way to the back of Paul's head, guiding him gently as he began to explore the new sensations. Paul's eyes never left the pulsing member before him, watching with a mix of fascination and awe as the precum continued to flow. His mind raced with thoughts of inadequacy, wondering if he was doing it right, if he could ever satisfy someone like Jack.

But Jack's gentle murmurs of pleasure and the increasing tightness of his grip on Paul's hair told him that he was doing just fine. With each stroke of his tongue and suck of his lips, Jack's breaths grew more ragged, his body tensing as he approached climax. Paul felt a strange thrill in being the one to bring him to the brink, to hold so much power in such an intimate act.

As Jack's cock grew harder and thicker in his mouth, Paul could feel the tension coiling within him. The veins bulged, and his balls tightened against his thighs. It was like a dance, a silent communication of desire and need. And Paul was eager to learn the steps, eager to give Jack what he needed.

For what felt like an eternity, but was only twenty minutes in reality, Paul devoted himself to this act of worship. His tongue swirled and his lips sucked with a passion that surprised even him. He could feel Jack's body tightening, his breaths growing ragged, and his thighs trembling. It was an erotic symphony that played out between them, each movement a note that brought them closer to the crescendo.

Paul's technique grew bolder, his tongue swirling around the head of Jack's cock, teasing the slit before taking him deep into his throat. The journalist had never felt so alive, so connected to someone. He had always been a curious soul, eager to explore the unknown, and this was the ultimate frontier.

Jack's thighs trembled, his hand tightening in Paul's hair as he approached the edge. His hips bucked slightly, his breathing becoming more erratic. The muscles in his abdomen clenched, and his cock pulsed in the warm embrace of Paul's mouth. With a low, guttural groan, Jack released his climax, spurts of thick, white cum hitting the back of Paul's throat.

Paul's eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he took Jack's cock deeper, swallowing around the head, eager to taste every drop. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and yet… oddly satisfying. He felt a strange sense of power, a thrill that came from knowing he was the one to bring this powerful man to his knees—or at least, to his climax.

As he released Jack's cock from his mouth, the warmth spread through him like wildfire, igniting a hunger he had never felt before. He looked up at Jack, his eyes glazed with a mix of shock and desire. "Wait, am I actually getting transformed?" he managed to croak out, his voice thick with lust.

Jack chuckled, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his orgasm. "Yes, it's not just the clothes, baby," he said, his voice a smoky rumble. "My bodily fluids carry the essence of transformation. And as for your desire to be a Greek god, well, I've been watching your thoughts. It's one of the many things that make you so intriguing."

Paul's eyes went wide as he felt his body respond to Jack's words. The intense arousal that had taken hold of him grew even stronger, his cock swelling until it was painfully hard. He could feel it pushing against the fabric of his pants, desperate to break free. His shirt felt suddenly too tight across his chest, the seams straining as his muscles grew beneath them.

With a soft grunt, the fabric of his t-shirt tore apart, revealing the new landscape of his body. His chest had ballooned outwards, each pectoral muscle swollen and defined like a sculpted masterpiece. His shoulders broadened, and his biceps bulged, thick veins snaking down his arms like rivers of power. His forearms grew, the muscles flexing and rippling as he reached up to touch the new contours of his physique.

Paul's abs clenched and tightened, his stomach caving in as the fat disappeared, replaced by a perfect set of 6 pack abs. Each muscle stood out in stark relief against his now taut skin, the definition so sharp it looked as if he could slice through the air with his torso. His pants strained against his growing thighs and bulging cock, the seams threatening to split with every breath he took.

The sudden influx of confidence was like a drug, coursing through his veins, making him feel invincible. His hips began to rock back and forth, the motion involuntary as he felt his newfound strength and power. His legs grew longer, the calves swelling and shaping into powerful pillars that could crush rock with a single flex. The fabric of his jeans tore like paper under the relentless growth, the shreds dropping away to reveal the sculpted beauty beneath.

Paul's feet grew too, the transformation moving down his legs like a wave of pure masculine power. His toes elongated, the muscles in his feet bulging until they were the size of small fists. Each step he took was now a declaration of strength, the floorboards of the house creaking in protest under his newfound weight. His sneakers had become comically small, the laces snapping as his feet burst free.

The journalist's eyes were wide with a mix of shock and pleasure as he felt the last of the transformation take hold. His cock grew even larger, the head now a swollen mushroom cap that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. He looked down at himself, unable to believe the Adonis that stared back at him. His body was a masterpiece of muscle and power.

Without thought, Paul found himself humping the air, his newfound strength and confidence driving him to show off his body. His hips bucked and rolled, each motion sending waves of pleasure through him. He had never felt so alive, so primal. His breaths grew deeper, his chest rising and falling with each thrust.

The pressure within him grew until it was unbearable, his muscles coiled tightly as if ready to snap. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he came. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The orgasm was a tidal wave that crashed over him, leaving him trembling and gasping for breath. His cock erupted, sending spurts of cum that painted the walls and floor in a display of power that seemed to rival even Jack's own.

For twenty long minutes, Paul's body convulsed in waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain. His muscles tightened and released in a symphony of ecstasy, each contraction sending another shot of cum flying through the air. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and disbelief that he was experiencing such an intense transformation. His mind swam with a haze of white-hot desire, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his body changing before his very eyes.

Jack watched the show with a smug satisfaction, his own cock still semi-hard, enjoying the sight of the journalist's metamorphosis. He knew that this was just the beginning, that the transformation was far from complete. But the raw power and sexual energy that filled the room was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist reaching out to stroke Paul's cheek.

As the last tremor of pleasure coursed through Paul's body, Jack leaned down, his lips claiming his once again. This kiss was different, though—softer, more possessive. It was as if Jack was marking him, claiming him as his own. And as their tongues danced together, Paul felt something else stirring within him: a yearning to submit to this powerful man, to let him guide him through the uncharted waters of his new identity.

Jack's hand found its way to Paul's new, massive cock, stroking it gently. The journalist's hips bucked involuntarily, his body responding to the touch like a well-trained animal. He kissed back with a passion he hadn't known existed within him, his tongue eagerly dueling with Jack's. The taste of the jock's cum still lingered on his lips, a salty reminder of the power that now flowed through his veins.

With a firm grip on Paul's erection, Jack guided the journalist to the sofa, his own cock still standing tall and demanding. Paul felt himself being lowered, the soft cushions giving way to his transformed body. The fabric of the couch stretched and groaned under his new weight, but it was the feeling of Jack's cock pressing against his ass that truly captured his attention.

Jack's hand didn't stop moving, stroking Paul's cock with a masterful touch that kept him on the edge. Then, without warning, Jack's thumb found its way to his hole, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. Paul's eyes shot open in surprise, his breath hitching as Jack pushed in, preparing him for what was to come.

The pressure grew, and with a gentle but firm push, Jack's cock breached him. The sensation was unlike anything Paul had ever felt before—painful, but also exhilarating. The feeling of being filled by such power made him whimper into the kiss, his body trembling with a mix of pleasure and trepidation.

Jack didn't stop, though; he held onto Paul's hips, his movements slow and deliberate as he pushed in deeper. With each inch, Paul felt himself stretching, his body yielding to the relentless force of the man above him. He could feel the veins of Jack's cock pulsing, the heat of the jock's body against his back, the scent of musk and sweat that filled the air. It was overwhelming, but in that moment, he didn't want it to end.

Paul's own cock was still hard, slapping against his abs with each thrust. He reached down, his hand wrapping around the thick shaft, stroking it in time with Jack's rhythm. The sensation was new, and yet, it felt like something he had been born to do. His eyes rolled back in his head as Jack's cock hit that sweet spot inside him, the one that sent waves of pleasure through his body with every stroke.

Jack's grunts grew louder, his hips pistoning faster as he claimed Paul's body. The sound was primal, a declaration of dominance that made Paul's heart race. He felt his own orgasm building, his prostate swelling with each pound of Jack's hips. His moans grew more urgent, filling the room with the sound of their passionate union.

Paul's hand grew slick with pre-cum as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on Jack's sculpted chest. The muscles rippled with every thrust, the gothic cross glinting in the dim light. He couldn't believe this was happening, that he was here, with Jack, experiencing something so raw and intense. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but the most prominent was the desire to please Jack, to give him everything he had.

Jack's pace grew faster, his grunts more animalistic. The headboard of the sofa slammed against the wall in a steady rhythm, each impact punctuating their passionate encounter. Paul could feel the tension coiling in Jack's body, knew he was close. And as the jock's cock swelled even more, filling him completely, he knew the moment had arrived.

With a final roar, Jack came, his cum spurting into Paul with a force that made the journalist's eyes roll back in his head. The warmth spread through him like a wildfire, igniting every nerve ending, setting his body alight with a pleasure that was almost unbearable. The force of Jack's climax sent shockwaves through him, and he could feel himself growing even more, his muscles swelling and tightening more.

Paul's chest grew even more massive, the muscles bulging outwards until it seemed as if they would tear through his skin. His biceps grew thicker, each vein standing out in stark relief, pulsing with power. His abs tightened into a washboard that could cut glass, each muscle flexing and releasing in time with his heavy breaths.

His moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, his entire body alight with sensation. The feeling grew in his legs, his calves swelling until they were as thick as Jack's, his feet growing until they looked like they could crush boulders with ease.

Paul's cock grew longer and thicker, the head a swollen monster that seemed to demand attention. Each pulse of his heart sent a fresh wave of blood through the engorged veins, making it throb with an urgency that was impossible to ignore. He felt the pressure building, his balls tightening until they were ready to burst.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Paul came. Cum shot out of him like a geyser, hitting the wall with enough force to leave a small splatter before running down like a white waterfall. The feeling was indescribable, his body convulsing in pleasure as he filled the room with his seed. The muscles of his chest and abs tightened with each spurt, his whole body a testament to the power that now surged through him.

As the last wave of his climax subsided, he pulled away from Jack, his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with a mix of shock and awe. A cocky smile began to form on his face, the corners of his mouth curling upward as he took in the sight of the muscular god he had become. With a newfound confidence, he stood up, his legs wobbly at first from the intensity of the transformation. Each step was a declaration of power, the floorboards groaning beneath his massive new frame.

Paul's gaze never left Jack's eyes as he strode towards the bathroom, his newfound cock swaying with each step. The room was filled with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat and cum that seemed to cling to the air like a second skin. His movements were fluid, almost predatory, as if his body had been made for this very purpose—to claim and conquer.

Once inside, he stepped in front of the full-length mirror, his breath catching in his throat. The man who stared back at him was nothing like the person he had been just hours before. His reflection was a masterpiece of masculine perfection, a Greek god come to life. He reached out, his hand brushing against the cool glass as he took in every inch of his transformed body.

The muscles of his chest rippled and danced with each breath he took, the cuts so deep it was as if they had been chiseled by an artist's hand. His abs looked like they could grate cheese, each one standing out in stark relief, begging to be touched. His biceps bulged, thick veins snaking down to his forearms like rivers of power.

Paul turned to the side, admiring his new V-shaped, his waist narrow and defined. The way the light hit his body, casting shadows across his bulging muscles, was like watching a sculpture come to life. He reached out to touch his reflection, the image seemingly unreal. The glass was cool under his fingers, grounding him in reality.

Jack's footsteps grew closer, and soon he was standing right behind him, his warm breath tickling the back of Paul's neck. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "The transformation suits you."

Paul couldn't find the words to respond. He was lost in the reflection, in the beauty of the Adonis that stared back at him. He flexed his arms, watching the muscles bulge and ripple, the shadows playing across his skin like a lover's caress. His cock was still semi-hard, a testament to the enduring power of his new body.

Jack stepped into the bathroom, his own body still flushed with the exertion of their passionate encounter. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Paul with a knowing smile. "So, you like it?" he asked, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Paul's spine.

Paul couldn't help but nod, his eyes still glued to his reflection. "Yes, Jack," he breathed, his voice filled with wonder. "I really, really love it."

Jack stepped closer, his own chest still heaving slightly from their recent exertions. He wrapped his arms around Paul's waist, pulling him back into an embrace that was both comforting and possessive. "You're perfect," he murmured into Paul's ear, his breath hot and damp on the journalist's neck.

Paul leaned back into Jack's arms, his heart racing as he felt the warmth of the jock's body pressed against his own. His hand reached up to trace the contours of Jack's muscular chest, feeling the power that lay beneath the skin. "I never thought I could be like this," he admitted, his voice still filled with awe.

Jack's chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending vibrations through Paul's body. "You were always meant to be," he said, his voice low and assured. "Your desire, your passion, it was all there. I just had to bring it out."

Paul felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of belonging that was as new as the muscles that now adorned his body. He turned to face Jack, the two of them standing inches apart, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of love and lust. "What happens now?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Jack's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now," he said, "we explore the depths of your transformation. You've only scratched the surface, my love. There's so much more to experience." He stepped closer, his body pressing against Paul's, his massive cock nestling between the journalist's muscular thighs. "And I'm going to be there to guide you every step of the way."

Paul felt his heart race at the words, his body responding to Jack's closeness with a renewed sense of arousal. He looked into the jock's eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or deception. All he found was sincerity and a burning desire that matched his own. "I think I love you, Jack," he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Jack's smile grew, his eyes softening as he leaned in, his massive arms tightening around Paul's waist. "I think I love you too," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down the journalist's spine. It was a declaration that seemed to resonate through every fiber of Paul's being, filling him with a warmth that had nothing to do with his transformed physique.

Their lips met again, the kiss a fiery dance of passion and need. Jack's tongue slid into Paul's mouth, the taste of their combined climax still lingering on his breath. Paul's cock grew hard once more, pressing against Jack's abs as they explored each other with a newfound fervor.

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Morning came, the journalism professor was sitting at his desk when a big, hulking figure with the unmistakable confidence of a professional bodybuilder began to stride into the classroom. The room grew quiet, all eyes drawn to the Adonis that was Paul. The stark contrast between the student they had known and this godly creature was almost comical.

"Hi, Professor," Paul began, his voice a low, seductive rumble that seemed to resonate in every corner of the room. He placed a paper on the professor's desk with a thump that echoed the beating of his own enlarged heart. "This is the story I've worked on for the investigative journal project."

The professor took the paper, his eyes lingering on the powerful hand that had placed it there. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the sudden stirring in his pants. "Paul, you've certainly… changed," he managed to say, his voice betraying his shock.

Paul smirked, flexing his biceps slightly, the muscles bulging and casting shadows on his desk. "Thanks, Professor," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "I found a new inspiration for both my story and my body."

The professor's eyes darted from the paper to Paul's massive arms, his gaze lingering on the veins that bulged like rivers across the landscape of muscles. "Your…inspiration seems to have had quite the effect," he stuttered, trying to keep his eyes on the paper. "I will read it now."

Paul's smirk grew, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I think you'll find it quite…enlightening," he said, his tone thick with innuendo. The professor's cheeks flushed, and he cleared his throat again, focusing on the paper as if his very life depended on it.

As the minutes ticked by, the class waited with bated breath. The professor's eyes scanned the pages, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue. When he finally looked up, the room was absolutely silent. "Wow, Paul," he said, his voice filled with genuine amazement. "This is…this is incredible. You've truly outdone yourself."

Paul's heart swelled with pride. The transformation wasn't just physical; his writing had taken on a new dimension, a depth that even the stern professor couldn't ignore. "Thank you, Professor," he said, his voice still a gruff rumble that seemed to resonate with the power of his new physique. "I'm just telling the story that needed to be told."

The professor nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "And you've told it exceptionally well. Your writing has a… a certain power to it now." He paused, looking up at the towering figure before him. "I can't help but feel that this isn't just about the story, though. There's something deeper here, something personal."

Paul took a step back, his eyes flickering to the paper. "Well, I wouldn't say it's personal," he began, but his voice trailed off as he thought of Jack, of the night they had shared. The truth was, the story had become personal the moment Jack had claimed him, had transformed him. It was a tale of love and power, of finding one's true self in the most unexpected of places.

The professor nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "I understand," he said, though it was clear he didn't quite believe him. "But regardless of the inspiration, you've done excellent work. I'm giving you an A for this, and you're exempt from the finals. You've more than proven your skills as a journalist."

Paul beamed, his teeth flashing in the fluorescent lights. "Thank you, Professor," he said, his voice still carrying the same deep timbre that had filled the room earlier. He turned to leave, his newfound confidence making him feel invincible.

As he strode down the hall, his massive muscles rippling with each step, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The world was his to conquer, and he had the power to do so. His heart raced as he thought about Jack and the promise of more to come.

Paul pushed open the door to his dorm room, his muscular frame barely fitting through the narrow space. Shawn was there, his own body now a work of art. The sight of his roommate, once a lanky man, now a towering alpha male, brought a smile to Paul's face.

They shared a knowing glance, the unspoken understanding that their lives had changed irrevocably.

#muscle growth stories #jockification #personality change #jock tf #male transformation #nerd to jock #ai generated #straight to gay

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kimingyuslover · 8 months ago

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Missed Connections

Synopsis : You swear you can tolerate anything because this is an unwanted marriage to him, but why's this one hurts so much?

Word count : 2,716 and some change

pairing : Choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre : arranged marriage!au, contract marriage!au, strangers to *** ***** ***** to exes, angst, slight fluff.

Warnings : angst, tears, italic means person on the other side of the phone & message, chaebol!reader, chaebol!seungcheol, ceo!reader, ceo!seungcheol (not mentioned), like 1 curse word, implied cheating? (Seungcheol goes on a date because his toxic friends say so), Seungcheol is a jerk boo 🍅🍅, mentions of pregnancy (reader is pregnant), mom!reader, slight Joshua x reader, this fic does not represent his character in real life!

★ yes, i cried while writing this, Seungcheol's sucks

☆ check out my other works > main masterlist

The sun peeked through the window of his bedroom, which once was shared with you. He opens his eyes groggily, his eyes adjusting the sunlight that goes to his eyes.

Surprise, it's a word that will describe his expression right now, seeing a divorce file on his nightstand with a pen on top of the paper, lying peacefully waiting to be used by him.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles with his raspy and sleepy voice.

He thinks he might be dreaming, that when he sleeps again and opens his eyes, you're on his side while he's hugging you tightly, his morning will start with your kisses and this all was just in his head.

But it's not. When he slaps his cheek, it hurts. It feels so real.

And then, when he realised that the divorce file was real, he hurriedly searched for his phone, wanting to call the person he knew so well but also didn't.

“The divorce paper, you've already signed it? i'll pick up my stuff and take the paper with my lawyer” you said on the other side, voice sounding so enchanting but so cold, like he never heard before.

Your voice usually sounds like it's coated with warmth and sweetness, but now it's just filled with coldness.

he forgot when he first saw you, you were given the cliche title ‘ice queen’ by the employees.

“Why’s there a divorce paper on my nightstand? Why are you not here? In the bed, with me” Seungcheol said, hurt evident in his voice.

“What do you think seungcheol? you're finally free, you can go out as much as you want with your so-called friends, you don't have to worry that head more, our company will still be concerted, and the best part, you can go freely with that woman of yours” Seungcheol furrowed his eyebrows with confusion.

“Why–

you cut him off before he even speaks, “i call off our arranged marriage, Seungcheol. you said it yourself, that you, Mr. Choi, does not want this marriage from the first you saw me, and that was proven when I saw you with a woman, in a fancy restaurant, just both of you, not with anyone else and I learned the fact that your friends told you to do that.

Our arguments will lead to one of us leaving the house that once you promised we'll build together with love, and I just have to be patient. When I saw you with her, I realised that was the beginning of our marriage's downfall, so I made the decision that would not leave negative comments from everybody else, so your company will not have a backlash from the stockholders even if it's hurting me in the process.

You promised me, Choi Seungcheol. to take care of me, try to love me, and even have the audacity to tell me to be patient with your heart. I've done all of that, but what you have given me is just aching in my heart over and over again.

My friends already told me that this marriage was bad for me and will hurt me in the end, but I'm blinded by your love bombing act, and I was so naive that I thought you will ever love me back, that we will have a happy family, with 4 children, 3 boys and 1 girl. we'll live anywhere i want, you said back then.

Do you know how much I cried that night? when I saw you with her, and when I knew that you and me would never have the happy family we once planned?

That day, I was going to tell you about me getting pregnant, but I guess fate doesn't want us to be together because they know it’s better for me to hurt now than later.

Tomorrow will be the last time i'm going to go there, and the final court will be the last time I saw you” after finishing the words that you've planned to give him right when he calls you, you hung up the phone, not giving him any chance to replied because you know, when you heard his voice your heart will hurt more.

Seungcheol drops his phone onto his bed sheet. He tries to recall the memory, and when he does, there's a hard pang in his heart.

regret started to fill up his figure, and he rushed towards the bathroom to take a shower.

He's planning to meet you today to talk about your marriage, hopefully not for the last time.

“Is Mrs. Choi here?” Seungcheol said to the receptionist at your company.

She hesitates at first, then starts to speak, “i'm sorry, but it's Ms. Hong and she does not want anybody, especially you, Mr. Choi to go to her” she says.

Seungcheol has tried to call you again and again and again, determined to fix the marriage he ruined.

and his heart hurts even more when he reads your chatroom. It's him who sent the last message, and you left him on read.

You know what? you're too naive, too invested in our relationship, and that's why it's not working. Can't you be more patient? i have my own things to do

He knew he was being a jerk when he sent that to you, but back then, he's heating up because of your arguments that are constantly happening.

Tears start to fall from his eyes, all you need is love, to which he promised will give you his, he should be grateful that you still give chance after chance even though you know that he will still be like that.

he drives to your penthouse, your summer house, your cabin, and even your house, but you're not there.

as he went to his car with disappointment on his face, someone called his name.

“What are you doing here, Seungcheol?” He freezes and it hurts. You usually call him with terms of endearment, but now you just call him by his name, which he hates so much if it's coming from your mouth.

Seungcheol runs to you. Wanted to hug you, but he halted his plan when he saw you looking at him like you used to before he was introduced by your parents as your soon-to-be husband, so cold with no emotion behind that oculus of yours.

He explains everything, telling you that his friend makes him go on lunch with the woman you saw. He even goes as far as kneeling in front of you.

“But you still go on a date with her? Even when you don't want to? i've said it to you countless times. i can tolerate anything because this is an arranged marriage, but cheating is an exception” you said while looking down at him because of his position. You don't even bother to usher him to get up from his knees. Seungcheol frowns at your words, but you're right. When his friend told him, he could refuse it, but he didn't.

His words caught up on his throat. He can't say anything anymore, because at the end of the day, he knew that his action was so sinful because for god damn sake, he's married to you!

“You're funny, Choi Seungcheol” You left him kneeling on the ground while going back to your car. You managed to hold your tears in front of him because you're not willing to let your tears fall for a boy who's not even a man.

When you're already gone with your car, Seungcheol gets up to his knees, and he realises that he hasn't even asked about the baby.

“Don't worry, my love, mommy will protect you, no matter what” you said while caressing your baby bump.

It's been approximately 4 months of your pregnancy, and 4 months since you're not on the same roof with Seungcheol.

You know you'll stress out yourself if you stay in that house, and you can't risk that.

You've been staying in a hotel for the past months, but luckily for you, your sister-in-law has a 5 star hotel, so you won't have to search for it.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

The first court is today, and you're going there with your lawyer and your sister-in-law (Soo-jung) because she says she wants to help you, and you thanked her for that.

You show up with a white dress, black blazer, your Jimmy choo pumps, and white birkin as the cherry on top.

Seungcheol saw you with adoration in his eyes, thinking, Why can't he see you like this when your marriage is still there?

He doesn't want to make eye contact with anyone with you and yourself, but when he does make an eye contact with Soo-jung or you he will divert his eyes to look somewhere that isn't you or her.

He's scared, what even your family will think about his family, about him? after he hurt you and you being pregnant was not helping.

Now it's your final court. This time, you dress differently, you're wearing white shorts, a brown thin belt, soft-pink Ralph Lauren button-up, a white lady dior, and a white slingback kitten heels with your baby bump that's already showing.

He feels guilt start building up in his body when the judge knocks his hammer three times, and he's trying his best not to spill his tears every second now.

he hears several footsteps going to him when he looks at you with his tear filled eyes.

you open your mouth while crossing your hands in front of your chest, then you speak, “Take care of your health, don't eat junk food like you liked to, this baby will get a new father soon, but i will still introduce you to them”

As soon as you finish your sentence, you start to walk away with your lawyer, brother, and sister-in-law (who gives him a disappointed and angry look).

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

It's been years since your divorce, but Seungcheol is still a mess. He can't blame anyone but himself for this one.

After the divorce, he cut all of his friends who told him to go on a date that day. He’s in denial for years, even when he knows that they're giving a bad influence to him.

He goes on a lot of interviews, and he never fails to mention you in his interview, hoping you will see him on tv shows and better yet, with his child.

You, on the other hand, are already living your best life with your son, you’ve given birth to him 4 and a half years ago, and now he's your most favorite person in this universe.

You decide to move to Switzerland when Minjun– your son (Hong Minjun, Edward Hong) turns 1 year old.

There you met Minjun's dad, who happens to have the same surname as yours, Joshua Hong or Hong Jisoo because that's his Korean name.

You hesitate at first to be in a commitment because of your past, but Joshua makes it clear that you can trust him, and everything will be fine.

Joshua is a gentleman, a man who you dreamed off everytime you doze off, a man of words and action, and you really want Minjun to be like him when he's older.

Minjun characteristics start showing up lately, and just as you expected, he's already being a mini gentleman to you, and the manner that you and Joshua taught him is prominent with his actions and words.

You're proud of him, and you finally get your highest dream.

Having a happy family has been your dream for as long as you can remember, even when Joshua's not Minjun's biological father, but he acts like one and Minjun, too, acts like Joshua's biological son.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

Joshua decided that this month he and you will go back to Korea for the Christmas holiday, because for the last 3 years it's always been your family to come to Switzerland.

You can't forget how happy your parents and your brother's family look when they see you coming home with Minjun and Joshua.

“I miss my daughter so much. How have you been, sweetheart?” your mother said while hugging you, which you replied with a ‘i'm fine, mother’ and a wide smile on your face.

The next day, you're going to have a visit to your company in Seoul, and so you bring Minjun with you because Joshua is having a meeting and probably will be back at dawn.

“Minjun, are you excited to see mommy's office?” you ask Minjun when the light goes red, which Minjun replies with an excited nod and wide grins, “yes! I am so excited!” Minjun said with Korean and an accent.

The security, receptionist and your workers still remember you, they even try to get in a conversation with Minjun which brings a smile to your face.

“Minjun, will you wait here in Mommy's office while Mommy is getting our lunch?” you said while crothed to his height and holding both of his tiny hands.

Minjun nodded at your words, “can i play with secretary Jeon Mommy?” he asked, and this time it's your turn to nod your head, “yes, you can”

You already told your secretary to watch Minjun, so you don't need to worry.

You walk to the café near your company building, it's been your favorite place since you moved to this branch of your company.

When you get your order, you take a seat on the side of the road.

Not so long after, there's someone who sat in front of you, and when you saw him you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing here, Seungcheol?” The same question from those years threw Seungcheol off guard, the bad memories he never wants to remember.

“This used to be, or is it still your favorite place to go for lunch, and i miss you so i came here, what i didn't expect is you're going to be here” Seungcheol said, there's defeated plastered on his face.

“How's your life?” You begin, so the tension can be lowered a bit.

“Messed up, after our divorce. How's yours?” he replied with simplicity.

“Amazing. He's 4 and a half now, his name is Hong Minjun and since i'm not living in Korea he uses his foreign name too, Edward Hong” you said referring to the baby you carried when you're getting a divorce with him.

“Where is he?”

“Playing with secretary Jeon”

“I think i can't do this anymore, I'm sorry, i was an asshole back then. I swear I changed! just give me a chance, please” Desperate sounds so clear, and you look at him in disapproval.

“I have given you chances, over and over, but you throw it away like it meant nothing”

Even after you replied to him with that, he still begged you to come back to him, tears in his eyes mirroring how desperate he is.

He is still doing it until someone calls your name and a little boy runs to you, calling you mommy.

That's when he realised in front of him is his son, that he failed to protect.

And when he gets up when he sees you do the same, he turns his head to the man who calls your name.

There's when his heart drops to his stomach, thoughts running a hundred miles per hour, thinking of the worst scenario in his head, that the man in front of him is your—

“Y/n's husband, Joshua Hong”

Your husband, and that means he never got the chance to make you his anymore.

The tension can be seen by anyone passing by, an ex-husband who hurt his ex-wife deeply, and the current husband who treats his wife like a princess.

Joshua breaks the awkward silence after Seungcheol introduces himself with, “Let’s go, my love, your mother sends a location to the restaurant we're going to eat for lunch” with a smile that Seungcheol swears he wants to rip from Joshua’s kind face.

You replied to Joshua with a smile, and you three excuses yourself from Seungcheol and went to Joshua’s car.

Seungcheol had his heart broken again, and the reason is still the same.

You.

Oh, there's addition for the cause of his broken heart.

You and Minjun.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #seventeen au #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #choi seungcheol #scoups #seventeen #seventeen oneshot #kml.writes☆

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estellan0vella · 8 months ago

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Never So Severe ❀ SatoSugu (Requested) Masterlist HFBU

Living with epilepsy is a constant balancing act, but your partners, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, make it easier. They have been your rocks, always vigilant and caring, understanding your condition better than anyone else. But today, something feels different. The air in the room is thick with a strange tension, one that even you can sense.

Satoru, with his Six Eyes, is particularly attuned to the changes in your brain activity. He's been on edge since morning, his usually mischievous blue eyes flickering with concern every time he glances your way. Suguru is no different, his calm demeanor hiding a well of worry that you can feel in the way he lingers close, as if ready to catch you at any moment.

The three of you are in your shared living room, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the large windows. Shoko, your best friend and the school's medic, is visiting. Her presence is a comfort, but even she seems more alert than usual. You're all discussing the recent uptick in your seizures, trying to figure out if there's a common trigger you've overlooked.

"I've been noticing these changes for a few days now," Satoru says, his voice unusually serious. "It's like your brain activity is more chaotic, more unpredictable."

Shoko nods, her brows furrowed in concentration. "It could be your medication. We might need to adjust the dosage or change the medication entirely."

Suguru's hand rests gently on your shoulder. "Do you think it's stress? You've been dealing with a lot lately."

You shake your head, feeling a twinge of frustration. "I don't know. It feels like it's out of my control."

Before you can respond further, a familiar sensation washes over you. It's a strange, almost surreal feeling like your body is no longer your own. Your vision blurs, and you can hear Satoru's sharp intake of breath as he realizes what's happening.

"Suguru," Satoru says urgently, his voice tight with urgency, "it's starting."

Suguru is at your side in an instant, his arms wrapping around you gently. "We've got you," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to the rising panic inside you.

The seizure hits harder than usual, your body convulsing violently. You're dimly aware of Shoko barking orders, her voice a mix of professional calm and personal concern. Even though Shoko knows that the pair know what to do, they know it's her own way of coping.

"Hold her steady," Shoko instructs, her tone commanding. "Don't let her hit her head."

Satoru and Suguru hold you steady, preventing you from hurting yourself as your body rebels against you. Suguru's grip is firm but gentle, his face etched with worry.

"It's okay, love," Suguru whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "We're right here. Just breathe."

But this time, it doesn't stop. The seconds drag into minutes, and the seizure shows no sign of abating. You can feel the panic rising in the room, a stark contrast to the practised calm your partners usually maintain.

"Gojo," Shoko's voice is sharp, her eyes wide with alarm when she notices the staggering in your chest, "she's not breathing!"

Time seems to freeze. You can't see their faces, but you can imagine the terror in Satoru's eyes, the fear in Suguru's normally composed expression. They've seen you have seizures before, but never like this. Never so severe.

"Shoko, what do we do?" Satoru's voice cracks, a rare moment of vulnerability.

"We need to get her to the infirmary," Shoko says, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now!"

Everything is a blur after that. You feel yourself being lifted, cradled in Suguru's strong arms while Satoru clears the way with his limitless abilities, ensuring you reach the infirmary in record time. Shoko is a constant presence, her hands moving expertly as she prepares to stabilize you.

"We're almost there," Suguru whispers, his voice a strained mix of fear and determination. "Hang on, love."

By the time you arrive, your seizure has left you utterly drained, consciousness slipping away. The last thing you hear before the darkness takes you is the frantic yet familiar voices of your partners, their fear a tangible weight in the air.

When you wake, the world is a haze of soft beeping and the antiseptic scent of the infirmary. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are, your body feeling heavy and foreign. There's a slight pressure in your nose, and you realize there's a cannula delivering oxygen, easing your breathing.

"Satoru, Suguru," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

"We're here," Satoru says immediately, his hand gently squeezing yours. His face hovers into view, blue eyes filled with relief and lingering worry. Suguru is right beside him, his usual calm mask shattered, revealing the depth of his concern.

Shoko appears next, her expression softening when she sees you're awake. "How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice gentle.

"Tired," you admit. "What happened?"

"You had a severe seizure," Shoko explains, her tone professional but warm. "It didn't stop on its own, and you stopped breathing. We had to bring you here and give you oxygen."

You nod slowly, the memory of the event still a blur. "Is it...is it my medication?"

Shoko sighs, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of sympathy and determination. "Yes. Your current dosage isn't working as well as it should. We need to adjust it. I'll run some tests and find the right balance for you."

Satoru and Suguru exchange a glance, their worry not entirely alleviated. "Will she be okay?" Suguru asks, his voice uncharacteristically shaky.

"She will be," Shoko assures them. "But we need to be more vigilant. Until we get her medication right, there's a higher risk of these severe seizures."

Your partners nod, their grip on your hands tightening. The relief in their eyes is palpable, but so is the residual fear. This experience has shaken them, the thought of losing you too much to bear.

For now, you focus on their presence, the steady rhythm of their breaths, the warmth of their hands. Together, you'll face whatever comes, just as you always have.

The next few days are a whirlwind of tests and adjustments. Shoko works tirelessly, her dedication evident in the way she monitors your progress, tweaking your medication until she finds the right balance. Satoru and Suguru rarely leave your side, their support unwavering.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, there are moments of light. Satoru's playful banter, Suguru's quiet reassurances, and Shoko's sarcastic humour all serve to lift your spirits. It's in these moments you find strength, a reminder that you're not alone in this fight.

One afternoon, as you're resting in the infirmary, Satoru leans over, his usual confident smirk back in place. "You know," he says, "you really gave us a scare."

Suguru nods, his expression more sombre. "We've been through a lot together, but seeing you like that...it was terrifying."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, guilt gnawing at you.

"Hey," Satoru says, cupping your face gently. "None of this is your fault. We're just glad you're okay."

Suguru's hand rests on your shoulder, his touch grounding. "And we're not going anywhere. We'll get through this, just like we always do."

Shoko enters the room then, a clipboard in hand and a rare smile on her face. "Good news," she announces. "We've found a new dosage that should work. With a bit of monitoring, you should be back to your usual self in no time."

The relief in the room is palpable. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders, the future suddenly seeming a little less daunting. With your medication adjusted and your loved ones by your side, you know you can handle whatever comes next.

As the days pass, you gradually regain your strength. The seizures become less frequent, their intensity diminishing. Shoko's meticulous care, combined with the unwavering support of Satoru and Suguru, makes all the difference.

One evening, as the sun sets, casting a golden glow over the room, you find yourself surrounded by your makeshift family. Satoru is lounging beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Suguru sits nearby, reading a book but glancing up frequently to check on you. Shoko is there too, her presence a reassuring constant.

"We should celebrate," Satoru declares suddenly, his usual exuberance returning. "A toast to our warrior."

You laugh, the sound feeling good after days of tension. "I'm hardly a warrior."

"Are you kidding?" Suguru counters, setting his book aside. "You've faced everything head-on, with more strength than I've ever seen."

Shoko nods, her eyes warm. "They're right. You've been incredible."

Tears prick at your eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming love and support surrounding you. "I couldn't have done it without all of you."

"And you'll never have to," Satoru promises, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "We're in this together."

Together. The word feels like a lifeline, anchoring you to the present, to the people who mean the world to you. As you sit there, surrounded by love and warmth, you know that no matter what the future holds, you'll face it with them by your side.

The ordeal has been a stark reminder of the unpredictability of your condition, but it's also shown you the depth of the bond you share with Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. With them, you feel invincible, ready to take on whatever comes next.

As the days turn into weeks, you settle into a new routine. The new medication works wonders, your seizures becoming rare and manageable. Shoko continues to monitor you closely, her friendship a constant source of comfort. Satoru and Suguru, ever vigilant, strike a balance between their protective instincts and giving you the space to regain your independence.

One afternoon, as you're lounging in the infirmary, Satoru appears with a mischievous grin. "Guess what I found?"

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What?"

He reveals a small, intricately carved box. "A surprise."

Suguru, entering behind him, chuckles. "Is it another one of your pranks, Satoru? You know she'll kill you if there's a bug in there"

"Trust me," Satoru says, handing you the box. "Open it."

You carefully lift the lid, revealing a delicate diamond encrusted bracelet, its charm a small, intricately designed phoenix. "It's beautiful," you breathe, touched by the gesture.

"A phoenix," Satoru explains, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "Symbolizing rebirth, strength, and renewal. Just like you."

Tears well in your eyes as you fasten the bracelet around your wrist. "Thank you," you whisper, looking at each of them in turn. "For everything."

Suguru steps forward, his hand resting over yours. "We'll always be here for you. Through every trial, every challenge."

Shoko, who has been watching with a soft smile, adds, "And we'll face them together."

Together. The word echoes in your mind, a promise and a comfort. No matter what happens, you know you'll never be alone. With Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko by your side, you can face anything. And as you sit there, surrounded by your chosen family, you feel a renewed sense of hope and strength, ready to embrace whatever the future holds.

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