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snoopychris · 6 months ago

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lunch date

warnings: sexual activities in a public place, orgasm denial, matt is a Freak with a capitol F.

in which... well you'll see.

this was so…

dirty. wrong. dangerous. risky. fun.

five different words running through your mind. the only other thing you could think of was matt.

your science teacher had so much trust in the both of you. he was so hopeful that if he left the room to go to his meeting everything would be just fine. everything was not fine. it started out innocent. it was supposed to be innocent.

it was supposed to be a simple game of “doctor.” the lab coat was right there! how were you supposed to go on with your day without slipping it on over your outfit and doing a check up on matt?

if anyone walked in right now, they’d see the way that you were hoisted up on one of the black science lab counters, desperately gripping onto matt’s hair. the scrunchie you previously had on your wrist stuffed in your mouth at an attempts to keep you quiet. it was not working.

for someone who had no sexual experience, his tongue sure was working magic. his grip on your thighs was tight, not tight enough to leave marks, but tight enough to hold you close. one finger was consistently pushing in and out of you, an unusual sensation, but not an unwelcome one. if you were being quite honest, the added fear of being caught almost made you more aroused. matt, who you barely felt was breathing, could definitely feel it.

“matt… matt… matt…” you whimpered, your name slipping through your lips like it was your favorite song. he simply hums in response. he glances up at you for a moment but then goes back to his previous actions, this time taking your clit into his mouth. you gasp at the feeling, further tugging on his hair. “y-you gotta… you gotta breathe baby.” you manage to speak, trying your best to pull him away.

despite your best efforts, matt continues eating like a starved man and his grip on your thighs only tightens.

“can breathe just fine.” his words send a shiver to your core. you should tell him to stop. that lunch is almost over. but you know he’ll tell you how he’s not done eating. not yet anyway.

and then just when you’re on the brink of getting pushed over the edge. just when you’re about to experience the release you’ve been so desperately waiting for… the bell rings. your mouth drops open in shock, the scrunchie touching the floor. matt chuckles when you speak. “matty please don’t stop.” and then he does. he pulls away like nothing even happened. he wipes his lips smoothly and adjusts his hair and glasses, sitting down at his desk. youre in nothing but utter disbelief. you want to strut over and tell him to just do it. that you don’t care if lunch is over. you only care when Mr. Harrison walks back into the room after his meeting.

“you guys okay? didn’t miss anything too interesting did i?” he asks. and matt can do nothing but chuckle and smirk.

dividers by: @issysh3ll

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a/n: you guys r SLUTS holyyyy shit. i love u all so dearly thank you all for 400. when i get home im gonna make my blog so cute trust.

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fratttymatty · 8 months ago

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A few shorts

The second David put on the grey sweatpants his bulge significantly grew as well as his muscles. Shit he smelt like musk too. He was now Davis, the dumbest guy in college, the guy who only thought with his dick. He was also a massive dick, and he knew it. Oh and the girls loved it!

Flick was a 79 year old man going on holiday to Ibiza. He booked into his hotel called "La Joven Transformación" not knowing that anything would happen. 4 boys, Alejandro, Harry, Nicholas and Josh dragged Flick to their room and injected him with something. Flick began to decrease in age by 60 years until he was 19. It also made him extremely hot. His muscles grew and his shirt disappeared. His mind changed and remembered he was in Ibiza to party with the boys. He forgot his name was ever Flick and he believed it was Clint since forever.

"Bros! I'm so pumped for this vacay man! Gonna get some hot Spanish chicas!" He said cockily.

The second Craig stepped into the gym, he was sprayed with some sort of liquid which made him look like an absolute gym bro. His biceps were now huge and so was basically everything else about him, especially his ego. He was now Kyle and he took a picture of himself and uploaded it onto Instagram.

Thanks to Jake's help, Greg had become yet another baseball bro in the school. He ditched the name Greg and became Grayson. He turned the blue baseball hat backwards and put on the white shorts. It made his muscles grow and his sport ability increase. It also made him grow to 6 foot 4. He took a picture and sent it to his girlfriend Libby.

Joel was a nerdy guy in school. That was until one of the school's bad boy heartthrobs, Freddy, stuck a cigarette into Joel's mouth. Joel inhaled the smoke by accident, the smoke from the magical cigarette ran through his body. It pumped up his muscles, deepened his voice, made his hair more messy and disheveled, made him taller, made him gain a more bad boy brain. Before he knew it, he believed his name was Cole. Cole was the definition of a Tiktok bad boy. He picked up his phone and pulled out a cigarette before taking a picture and sending it to his girlfriend, Julia, captioning it with.

"You know youre rly cute right"

Ian was a gay guy who was also a twink. He was walking around his university until a clearly conservative guy came up to him with another man who was recording him. The conservative gay was a gay called Jackson. Jackson was an "interviewer" on Tiktok, and Ian was his next victim.

"Trump or Kamala?" Jackson asked.

"Kamala duh." Ian replied which Jackson wasn't happy about and the cameraman stopped recording.

The phone flashed in Ian's face and changed him. Ian's muscles grew, his hair grew into a mullet-ish hairstyle, his voice deepened, he grew to well over 6 foot. As well as the physical changes his mind changed too.

He gained a very VERY conservative mindset, he straightened out, and he gained lots of new opinions that his old self would find offensive and controversial. He forgot his name was Ian and now his name was Evan. Jackson looked at him and re-recorded his part.

"Trump or Kamala bro?" Jackson asked again.

"Trump dude. I ain't no sissy!" Evan replied.

Lila was a nerdy girl with one boy best friend, Martin, who was gay. She was at school and was studying alone in the library, then the cheerleaders came in. Polly, Viola, Hayley and Roxana were the most popular girls in school. They approached Lila and stuck a hairband on her head causing her transformation to begin. Her hair got long and blonder causing her to become ditzier. She gained an hourglass figure and developed a valley girl accent. Her face got more pretty and her lips plumped up. Her makeup became extremely sexy, as well as other parts of her body. Once it was over the cheerleaders took off the headband and then Lila gained a new name, Mia. She threw her books away and ran to the field with the other girls. She couldn't wait for Martin to change.

"Eeeekk! I'm like, totes excited to be a cheerleader. Can we like, change Martin too hehe?!" Mia says in a valley accent using her newly gained valley slang.

Martin and Lila were best friends, until one day. That day was the day Lila, or Mia as she was now called, became a cheerleader. Martin was confused what happened. He was sitting in the art classroom and then Mia came up to him and placed a football helmet on his head. He instantly started to transform. His hair shortened and darkened to a dark brown and it gained a messy Tiktok boy style. He got more muscular and taller, and developed a deep voice. His face got more rugged and angular and his eyes darkened in colour. His personality got more confident and popular boy-like. He became straight and started to mainly think with his dick. Once it was over Mia took off the helmet and then Martin gained a new name, Matt. He threw away the art supplied and kissed Mia passionately. He was glad he was now a football player and that Mia was his cheerleader girlfriend.

"Yo babe. I love you, you're so sexy huhu!" He said in his new dumb voice

(Decided to do a few of these for being gone for so long. Also short 7 and 8 are connected. And as always, all characters are 18 or over.)

#male tf story #male tf #female tf story #female tf #gay to straight #nerd to cheerleader #nerd to jock #smart to dumb #nerd to bad boy #lib to con #straight tf #conservative tf #nerd to baseball bro #gym bro tf #grey sweatpants

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vanteguccir · 10 months ago

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Can you do hc of nerd!matt and popular! reader sfw and nsfw 🙏🙏🙏🙏

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNERD X POPULAR * MATT STURNIOLO * HEADCANON

SUMMARY　::　a life with nerd!Matt and popular!Y/N.

FEATURING　nerd!Matt Sturniolo x popular!reader

WARNINGS　::　NFSW (mdni)

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

01. SFW　─　

── nerd!Matt who always had his nose buried in books, and never expected anyone to notice him.

── nerd!Matt who stayed behind after class, talking to the teacher about his favorite physics theories or latest computer coding project.

── nerd!Matt who was more than a little surprised when Y/N, the popular girl everyone adored, approached him.

── nerd!Matt who couldn't believe it when she kept coming back. Why would someone as popular and beautiful as Y/N want to hang out with a loser like him?

── nerd!Matt who thought that maybe it was some kind of joke, but as days passed, he realized that she really liked talking to him, listening to his rambles about the latest scientific discoveries or the plot of the new sci-fi novel he was engrossed in.

── nerd!Matt who would often pull Y/N into his arms no matter where they were, pressing soft kisses to her temple and murmuring how much he loved her, how pretty she was and how lucky he was to have her.

── nerd!Matt who was attentive, always noticing the little things, like when she had a rough day and needed some cheering up, or when she wore a new perfume.

── popular!Y/N who, on the other hand, was the more outgoing of the two, and loved spoiling Matt, buying him little gifts, like a new set of headphones or a rare comic book.

── nerd!Matt who would always blush, insisting she didn’t need to give him all of that, but she could see the joy in his eyes whenever he received something from her.

── nerd!Matt who would help Y/N with her assignments, patiently explaining concepts she didn’t understand. He had a knack for teaching, making even the most complicated topics seem simple.

── popular!Y/N who loved having coffee dates with him, sitting close to him, his voice soothing and steady as he told her about some random thing. He’d often get carried away, rambling on and on, and Y/N would just sit there, chin resting on her hand, listening to him with blown wide pupils.

── popular!Y/N who was always there for Matt, supporting him in his dreams, encouraging him to pursue his passions.

── popular!Y/N who would go out of her way to make his life easier, like bringing him his favorite snacks during late-night study sessions or surprising him with a coffee in the morning before classes.

── nerd!Matt who is totally obsessed with Y/N, and is always finding a way to bring her up in every conversation, gushing about everything she'd ever done, "oh, my girlfriend taught me this", "my girlfriend loves that music", "my girlfriend comes here all the time", "my girlfriend said...".

── nerd!Matt who's favorite thing to do is watching her cheerleader practice, and who has her whole schedule memorized and, during busy days, he always find a way to surprise her with her favorite snacks or only his presence.

── popular!Y/N who is always leaving short, sweet notes with little doodles and slips them into Matt's locker, always making sure to be close when he opens the door, only to see his cheeks turn into a bright red and his lips form a shy smile.

── nerd!Matt who, even though isn't into big parties or social gatherings, if Y/N wants to go to one, he shows up to support her, staying by her side and making sure she feels special.

── nerd!Matt who always find a way to meet her between classes and insists on carrying her bag and making sure she gets to her next one in time, even if he already has his many books on his hands and it causes him to get late to his next class.

02. NFSW　─　

── nerd!Matt who is incredibly shy and insecure before their first time. He had never been with anyone before Y/N, and he was terrified of messing things up.

── nerd!Matt who feels inadequate with his lack of experience, especially when he compares himself to Y/N’s previous relationships, turning him self-conscious about his body, not sure if he was attractive enough for her.

── popular!Y/N who was always patient with him and never pressured him into anything, always letting him set the pace.

── popular!Y/N who made sure he felt comfortable and safe when they had sex for the first time, being gentle and reassuring him with soft touches and kind words.

── popular!Y/N who always showed him how much she adored his body, kissing every inch of him, making him feel cherished and loved, melting away his insecurities, allowing him to relax and enjoy their moments together.

── nerd!Matt who, with time, became more confident, and started embracing his body.

── nerd!Matt who take his time to learn what Y/N liked, where to touch and how to do it and turn his girl in a brainless doll.

── nerd!Matt who maintains his shy, reserved demeanor in public, blushing whenever Y/N gets too close, but in the moment they're alone, it's like a switch flips.

── nerd!Matt who has full control over her, manhandling Y/N with firm hands and intense eyes, loving the way she melts under his touch.

── nerd!Matt who has his mind constantly filled with the most sinful thoughts about Y/N, it doesn't matter where he is or what he's doing; her naked and perfect little body is always there.

── nerd!Matt who, during classes, fantasizes about taking her right then and there, bend her over the teacher's table and make her moan his name as loud as she can, begging for more.

── nerd!Matt who is a pussy addicted, and makes Y/N sit on his face whenever they can, her thighs trembling on either side of his head as he eats her out like a starved man.

── nerd!Matt who gets off on the way that she grips his hair, pulling hard as he buries his tongue deep inside her.

── nerd!Matt who is always hard, just one glance at Y/N, and he’s already straining against his pants.

── nerd!Matt who is obsessed with her boobs, whether they're covered by a shirt or not. He can’t help but stare like a pervert, his thoughts immediately drifting to how they’d feel in his hands, how her nipples would harden under his touch.

── nerd!Matt who is vocal about his need for his girl, often whimpering and whining when he’s hard, telling her how much better it would feel if he were inside her, until he can convince her.

── nerd!Matt who can be so desperate, pressing his erection against her thigh or ass, whispering dirty things in her ear about how he wants to bury himself in her warm walls, to feel her clenching around him all day long.

── nerd!Matt who, at school, always finds secluded spots to pull her aside for a heated make-out session, getting out of there with his glasses foggy and his hair messy.

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buckys-forgotten-plum · 2 months ago

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A Lesson in Love

(This is very much a working title)

College!AU

Smarty Pants!Bucky Barnes x Cheerleader!Reader

Synopsis: Being a newly metamorphosed social butterfly certainly has its perks: an amazing friend group, a position on the cheer squad you’ve dreamed about for years, and the ability to make connections everywhere you go. Unfortunately, it doesn’t make you any better at Linear Algebra, enter Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Cursing, awkward reader, flirty Steve Rogers, that’s it i think :)

A/N: Boy howdy has it been a long time since I’ve posted on this hell-site. I only hope that it’s not shit (it’s probably shit)

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“Let’s run through the routine one more time guys!” Your voice travels throughout the gym as you direct your teammates to their original starting position.

“Umed, you’re doing great but I just wanna see a little more stability when you’re holding Yelena up! Yelena, I saw you falter a little at the end there, try and stay strong please!” Your co-captain, Raj, enthusiastically instructs from beside you.

As the team resets into their original postions, you hear a bumble of agreements and acknowledgments, making you smile. Becoming the co-captain of your university’s cheer team while only being a sophomore was no small feat and you were absolutely ecstatic to get the call 4 weeks ago congratulating your achievement.

You remember sitting with Yelena in the quad, under a large willow tree, when you picked up the phone, it took everything in you not to squeal with excitement. Though you and your best friend definitely had a mini celebration after you hung up and spared no shame when you both began to scream and shout your elation.

“Oh, holy shit Rabbit you did it!” The blonde woman had tightly gathered you into her arms and spun you around, a wild grin adorning her face.

You hug her back just as tightly, “I can’t believe it! I for sure thought Hasan was gonna get it! I mean, his form was impeccable, and did you see that round-off back handspring that he did? Jesus I almost swooned!”

Yelena laughs heartily before agreeing, “It takes more than just pretty tricks to be a captain though Rabbit, you didn’t get a full ride for nothin’. C’mon, I’m buying us lunch to celebrate,”

After a couple of weeks of barely believing you were able to make the cut as co-captain, you honed your excitement into determination. You began to focus on perfecting the routine you and Raj had planned for the first football game of the year. At this point, it was only a week away and your confidence in the team soared. They all worked so incredibly hard, and by watching how well they were performing today, you had all the faith in the world in them. After the team had run through it a couple more times, Raj had decided to call it for today seeing as you and a few others had an evening lecture to get to.

Once you had taken one of the fastest showers in your life and changed into a fresh set of clothes, the process of haphazardly shoving your things into your bag and calculating how fast you’d have to run to make it to your class on time began. The gym you practiced in was damn near close to being on the other side of campus from the building your 5 pm Computational Physics lecture was held in and you’d be in deep shit for showing up late. You were already having a rough time in that class and you knew missing even a few minutes of the lecture intro would put you even further behind.

“You better hop to it little rabbit or you’ll be laaate~,” Yelena sings as she walks past you, already on her way out.

“I know, I know, I know!” You hastily shove the rest of your belongings into your bag before giving yourself a quick pat down to ensure nothing was missed

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you give a quick goodbye to the rest of the women in the locker room before bolting out. The sun was still shining brightly and there was a late afternoon breeze that cooling as you ran across campus. If you asked any of your friends, they’d laugh and admit that this has become a normal Tuesday and Thursday night for you. None of them would bat an eye whenever they would see your blurred figure and hear a breathless greeting as you sprinted past them. They fully supported your wild determination to overachieve in school while also continuing your advancements in the sport that allowed you to attend such a prestigious institution.

Your lungs burn as you run up to the large brick building that held the lecture hall, giving a kind hello to a couple of people you knew from your previous class that day. The inconsistent squeak of your sneakers on the linoleum floor can be heard echoing throughout the arched hallway as you try and manage a professional-looking speedwalk. A large sigh of relief is released when you see the double doors to the lecture hall are still open, meaning the class hasn’t started yet. Your pace and breath both slow as you enter the quiet space. As soon as you cross the threshold to the large room, there's a quiet call of your name that catches your attention. You grin and turn to your right to see a group of fellow students all giving you hushed greetings and a few congratulations on getting here in time.

“You made it in time, Honey Bee! M’ proud of you,” Steve, the blond-haired, blue-eyed captain of the football team, greets you from his aisle seat and holds his hand out as he gives you a wide smile.

“Hi Stevie,” You smile and take his hand, allowing him to tug you closer, “I sprinted all the way here, you’d think I’d be used to the cardio by now but it still kills me,”

Steve lets out a light chuckle, “if you want I can start trainin’ with you in the mornings. Or tutor you in time management,”

You jokingly roll your eyes at his comment and give his hand a light squeeze, “My time management skills are primo, Champ. That’s why I’m here on time, thank you very much,”

He snorts loudly before nodding his head, “yeah okay Honey Bee, if you say so. Unfortunately, even though you’re ‘on time,’ the whole hall is filled except for a seat up front,”

“That’s okay! You know I like making new friends,” You go to pull your hand from his and find your seat but are stopped by another quick tug.

“Hey, you still wanna go to the cafe with all of us after class? I’ll get ya some lemon pound cake for your troubles,”

You pretend to think about the proposition before giving your answer, “I guess if there's gonna be lemon pound cake involved, I could make an appearance,”

Steve gives you a dazzling smile, his bright blue eyes developing crows feet as he looks up at you from his seat, “Awesome, I’ll see you after class then, honey,”

Before you pull away, Steve brings your hand up and turns it, giving the inside of your wrist a soft kiss, “Egh Steve, you’re so sappy sometimes,” You mumble and pull your hand away and silently will the heat rising in your neck and cheeks to go away.

“Only for you Honey Bee!” You hear the smugness in his voice as you turn to walk down the stairs that separate each side of the large auditorium.

Steve was right when he said there was only one seat left and you feel a small pang of nerves in your chest as you realize you’d be sitting next to someone you hadn’t had the chance to talk to yet. You pride yourself on your social skills, seeing as though in high school and all the years before, you had been a shy, nervous wreck in front of anyone you didn’t know. None of your recent friends knew how closed off you had been since they had only seen you in your ‘flourishing social butterfly’ phase.

As you approach the last available seat in the lecture hall you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the stress of class as well as the prospect of any awkward conversations. When you arrive at your destination, a small furrow knits your brows together as you stare down at the chair.

“Um, excuse me, is it alright if I sit here? There aren’t any other seats left,” Your voice is hushed as you try and get the attention of the person who has their bag sitting in the theater seat.

He doesn’t seem to hear you, too caught up with the conversation he was having with his friend in the next seat over. The only reaction you get is a disinterested glance from the woman your target was talking to. Your nose scrunches up in displeasure as you first glare at the person who had clearly ignored you, then at the brunette who’s completely unaware of your presence.

You clear your throat a bit and try again, “Excuse me? Sir?”

The brunette jumps a bit in his seat and you’re quickly met with startlingly blue eyes that are filled with confusion, “Uh, yeah?”

Your lips pull into a soft smile and you glance back down at the chair before focusing back up on the man, “Is it okay if I sit here? There don’t seem to be any free seats left in the hall,”

The man’s eyes widen and he does a quick glance between you and his bag before yanking it out of the seat and plopping it in between his legs, “I am so sorry, of course you can! I-I didn’t realize anyone else would be coming,”

A light laugh of surprise bursts from your lips at his apologetic reaction, “It’s okay, it’s my fault for getting here so late anyways,” you give him a kind smile before sitting down and taking your laptop out and setting it on the small fold out table.

You lean back down to search your bag for your charger and a few other things. As you're searching through your bag, you hear a quiet chuckle beside you and you can’t help but turn your head back up to look at your neighbor. He notices your confused look and motions towards your laptop that was covered in various stickers.

“I really like that one,” there’s a wide smile on his face as he points to a sticker depicting a frog inside of a heart that said ‘commit crimes’ in cute bubble letters.

A grin makes it’s way onto your face and you nod your head in agreement, “it’s one of my favorites too! I really like this one as well,” you point to another sticker that shows a little mushroom person riding atop a black cat.

Before the brunette can respond, your professor finally begins to start class, startling the both of you into silence as you ready yourself for any note-taking that needs to be done. As the professor started going over this week's subject matter, which happened to be matric eigenvalue problems, your palms already began to sweat in nervousness. You took your hands from atop the keyboard of your laptop and placed them down onto your thighs, lightly balling them in and out of fists to ease your stress. You had been introduced to matrices in your last semester, but to add a new formula to the mix made you nervous enough to forget any prior knowledge you had stored away.

Throughout the lecture you had to continuously remind yourself that lots of people are probably having issues with the current topic. However, that voice of reassurance had gotten quieter and quieter as you noticed everyone around you quickly typing or scribbling down notes without hesitation. No one had asked a question and with a quick glance at your laptops clock, you find there to be only 10 minutes left of class. You nervously shift around in your seat and focus on typing down the finishing notes when you feel a pair of eyes set on you.

You nervously glance up and to the side to catch a fleeting glimpse of your neighbor quickly averting his eyes. The heat that flares up in your neck and cheeks is almost unbearable as you realize he knows that you’re struggling, can physically feel how lost and confused you are with the subject. You immediately become tense and your hands once again leave their place on your keyboard before falling back down into your lap, wiping the sweat from your palms onto your thighs before tightly clenching them into fists. The stress of the class mixed with the embarrassment of how obvious your lack of understanding has made your brain shut down, and only after noticing everyone around you packing up their things did you realize you had completely checked out for the last few minutes of class.

“Aw shoot,” you mumble quietly while softly closing your laptop. The faint beginnings of a conversation come from beside you, but you’re too busy trying not to break down to make sense of any of it. Little crescent moons were being left in the palms of your hands from how hard your nails were digging into them, your mouth was beginning to taste like iron from how hard you were biting the inside of your cheek, and the sting of tears were present in your waterline.

As you leaned down to shove your laptop and notebook into your bag, you made sure to take a deep breath because you would be damned if you ended up crying like a baby in front of fellow classmates. Especially ones you just met. It didn’t help too much, but after blinking rapidly for a moment you were certain no tears would fall until you were successfully inside your dorm room. Steve would understand and would make up an excuse for your absence at the cafe.

“Hey,” A voice speaks from above and you jump in surprise before sitting back up straight to find your seat neighbour with a soft smile on his face.

“Hello,” you mumble quietly before glancing down at your lap then back up to him, “I’m so sorry-I’m probably in your way aren’t I?”

His eyes widen and he quickly puts his hand up to halt you in your movements of gathering your things, “No actually I um-I wanted to actually ask you if maybe we could compare notes for this lecture? I feel like I might have missed some stuff and it seemed like you got everything down. I’ve been kinda struggling with this unit so it’d help a lot,”

You stared at him for a moment, blinking blankly at him almost in disbelief… Was he really asking you of all people for notes?

You fumble with your words for a moment before answering, “Well I’m not-um I actually might not be the best person to ask for notes,” the sheepish admittance does well to bring a new wave of heat crawling up to the tips of your ears and you try not to cringe in embarrassment, “I’m only averaging a 74% in this class right now,”

The man tilts his head and gives another soft smile in your direction, “Well I’m averaging a 68 so ya still got me beat,”

The quiet chuckle he lets out makes your lips tug up into your own smile and let out a quick laugh yourself. You quickly turn your head to the back of the lecture hall and see Steve and a few of your friends gathered around the entrance, discussing something unknown while patiently waiting for you.

“Alright that’s a fair point,” you giggle and take your phone out, “If you wanna, I can give you my phone number and email so we can exchange everything we have? I can’t really promise anything groundbreaking but maybe it’ll help?”

He grins widely and pulls his own phone out of its hiding place, unlocking it and tapping to his contact list, “Yeah that’d be really nice…I’m James by the way,”

You mentally scold yourself for not asking the man’s name earlier before revealing your own to him.

“Nice to meet you,” James' voice is gentle and endearing as he holds his phone out to you in a silent request for your contact info.

You quickly input your number and send yourself an emoji to ensure it was correct, “I um-I have plans to go to a coffee shop with my friends right now, but I promise I’ll send you all the notes I have as soon as I get the chance if you just wanna text me your email address? Maybe we could share a google document and work off of each other? Really whatever works best for you is fine with me!”

You bite the inside of your lip to stop yourself from word-vomiting anymore and wonder how, after so many years, you are this awkward with someone. It’s been ages since you’ve been this socially inept with a stranger and you wrack your brain for a reason.

James bends down and grabs his backpack before standing up to his full and very intimidating height. You haphazardly gather your own items and fumble out into the aisle to let James out.

“No rush! I’m just appreciative of any help I can get really,” he admits, raising his right hand and running it through the dark brunette tresses of his hair.

“No yeah I totally get that! And I’m actually gonna ask my friend for some help tonight so I’ll even have some extra tips ready!” Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you do another glance back to see Steve giving you the look and you figure you shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer, “okay, sorry I have to go now, but it was really nice to meet you James! And thanks for liking my stickers,”

Why you brought up the stickers, you’ll never know, but you can fight with yourself about that later.

James lets out a boisterous laugh before answering, “It was my pleasure, Sugar. I’ll be sure to message you later,”

You were thankful that James had turned around to talk to his friend as it made it easier for you to hide the shock on your face from the sweet pet name he threw out. Putting your hands up to quell the heat that had risen to your cheeks, you make your way to Steve.

“You make a new friend?” He asks with a knowing smile.

“Yeah! He said he needed help with this class so I told him we would exchange notes when I got home. Oh also can you go through the entire lecture with me?”

Steve stared down at your shorter frame, letting out an amused snort and shaking his head in disbelief, “You’re going to exchange notes with a dude when you don’t even know what went on in the lecture today?”

“umm…yes, yes I’m going to be doing exactly that unless you be a sweet little lamb and go over the notes with me so i can fix any mistakes!” You respond sweetly and grab onto Steve's hand to pull him closer to the doors, “pretty, pretty, pretty please?”

He rolled his eyes and pulled his hand from your grasp before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, effectively pulling you into his side, “yeah yeah, ya know I might have to start charging you Honey Bee,” He leads you out of the building and you both begin making your way to the coffee shop on campus.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #college!bucky #college au #nerd!bucky x cheerleader!reader #steve rogers fluff #bucky fluff #perhaps stucky later on??#the possibilities are endless #steve rogers x reader #Soft!bucky x reader #soft!bucky #Everyone in this fic is going to be the sweetest cutie patooties

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rose24207 · 7 months ago

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Nerd in love

Summary: A kind-hearted cheerleader befriends the school’s shy, bullied nerd, standing up for him and forming a heartfelt bond that defies expectations and whispers.

Genre: Nerdy!Lando, Au, fluff

TW: None!

A/N: lando with glasses has my heart!!! So why not make a cute story out of it where it’s set in a school and he’s being bullied? More of that? Let me know!! Also do you guys think I should leave space between the paragraphs like before or should I make the space smaller like rn?? English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

You’re standing at your locker, rearranging the books you’ll need for the day, when you see him again. Lando Norris, with his glasses slipping down his nose and his arms awkwardly full of notebooks, is shuffling through the hallway.

He’s a fixture of the school, a quiet presence often overlooked or, worse, openly ridiculed. You’ve noticed him more than most people—how he keeps his head down, how he seems to carry the weight of the world in his backpack, how his hands twitch like he’s always ready to solve some impossible equation.

But today, you notice something else: the group of basketball players tailing him.

“Oi, Norris!” one of them calls, his voice carrying easily over the chatter of the hallway. “What’s in the backpack? A rocket ship or something?”

The others laugh, their jeering voices ringing out as Lando quickens his pace.

Your stomach twists. You hate this. You hate the way people think it’s okay to pick on him just because he’s quiet, just because he doesn’t fit into their narrow idea of what’s “cool.”

Before you know it, you’re moving.

“Hey!” you call, your voice sharp enough to cut through the laughter.

The group turns to you, their smug expressions faltering.

“What’s your problem?” you ask, stepping between them and Lando.

“Relax, Y/N,” one of them says, holding up his hands as if to feign innocence. “We’re just messing around.”

“Yeah, well, maybe don’t,” you snap.

Behind you, Lando looks stunned. He’s frozen in place, his books still clutched to his chest, his wide eyes darting between you and the boys.

“Come on, guys,” you say, your tone leaving no room for argument. “Leave him alone.”

The group mutters something under their breath, but they disperse quickly, clearly unwilling to argue with you.

When you turn back to Lando, he’s staring at you like you’ve just performed some kind of miracle.

“Are you okay?” you ask, softening your tone.

“Uh… yeah,” he stammers, his face bright red. “Thanks.”

You smile at him. “Here, let me help you with those.”

Before he can protest, you take half the books from his arms. They’re heavier than you expected, and you can’t help but laugh. “What are you carrying in here? A small library?”

“Kind of,” he mutters, looking at the floor.

You lead him down the hallway, ignoring the whispers that follow you. You know what people are saying—they’re wondering why you, the head cheerleader, the “golden girl” of the school, are talking to him. But you don’t care.

Lando doesn’t deserve the way people treat him. And if being kind to him makes people talk, so be it.

When lunchtime rolls around, you spot Lando sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. He’s hunched over a notebook, scribbling equations with the kind of intensity most people reserve for exams.

You grab your tray and make a beeline for him.

“Hey, Lando!” you say, sliding into the seat across from him.

He looks up, startled. “Oh. Hi.”

“Mind if I sit here?”

He blinks, clearly confused. “Uh… sure?”

You smile, setting your tray down. “Thanks. The cafeteria’s way too loud today.”

It’s not, really. But you don’t tell him that.

As you start eating, you notice how tense he looks, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“You don’t eat lunch?” you ask, nodding toward his empty side of the table.

“I usually eat later,” he says quietly.

You frown. “Why? The food’s not that bad.”

He shrugs, not meeting your eyes. “It’s quieter then.”

Your heart aches a little at that. You can’t imagine what it’s like to feel so out of place that you’d rather avoid the busiest part of the day.

“Well, it’s not quiet now,” you say, grinning. “But at least you’ve got company.”

Lando glances at you, his expression a mix of confusion and something else—gratitude, maybe?

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Thanks.”

Of course, it doesn’t take long for the cool kids to notice.

“Look at that,” one of them whispers, loud enough for you to hear. “Y/N and Lando. That’s… unexpected.”

You roll your eyes but don’t say anything. Lando, however, seems to shrink into himself, his shoulders hunching as he stares down at his notebook.

“Hey,” you say gently, reaching across the table to touch his arm. “Don’t let them get to you.”

He looks up, his eyes wide. “I’m used to it.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to be,” you say firmly.

Lando doesn’t respond, but the look in his eyes lingers with you for the rest of the day.

It becomes a routine. Every afternoon after school, you meet Lando in the library for tutoring sessions.

At first, it’s all business. He’s focused on explaining physics concepts to you, his voice steady and calm as he works through equations and diagrams. But as the days go by, he starts to relax. He cracks a few jokes, smiles a little more.

And you notice things about him you hadn’t before.

You notice the way his eyes light up when he talks about something he’s passionate about. You notice the way he fidgets with his pen when he’s deep in thought.

You notice the way his smile—small and hesitant—can brighten your entire day.

“You’re really good at this,” you tell him one day, after he’s finished explaining a particularly tricky concept.

“Good at what?”

“Explaining stuff. You make it seem easy.”

Lando shrugs, his cheeks turning pink. “It’s just physics.”

“It’s more than that,” you say, smiling. “You’re really smart, Lando. And patient. Not everyone can do what you do.”

He looks at you like you’ve just said something unbelievable.

“Thanks,” he says softly.

Of course, people start to talk.

“Y/N and Lando?”

“Why is she spending so much time with him?”

“She’s probably just being nice. There’s no way she actually likes him.”

You hear the whispers in the hallways, in the locker room, in the cafeteria. But you don’t let them bother you.

Lando, however, isn’t as good at ignoring them.

One day, as you’re walking to the library together, he hesitates.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” he says.

“Do what?”

“Be seen with me,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stop in your tracks, turning to face him.

“Lando,” you say firmly, “I don’t care what people think. And neither should you.”

He looks at you, his expression conflicted.

“Why are you so nice to me?” he asks after a moment.

“Because you deserve it,” you say simply.

The turning point comes one day in the cafeteria.

You’re sitting with Lando at your usual table when one of the basketball players saunters over, a smirk on his face.

“Well, well,” he says, looking between you and Lando. “Isn’t this cozy?”

Lando stiffens, his grip on his fork tightening.

“What do you want, Jake?” you ask, your voice cold.

“Nothing,” Jake says, holding up his hands. “Just wondering what the head cheerleader sees in the nerd brigade over here.”

“More than I see in you,” you say without missing a beat.

The cafeteria erupts into laughter, and Jake’s smirk falters.

“Come on, Y/N,” he says, his tone defensive. “We’re just joking.”

“Maybe you should work on your material, then,” you say, turning back to your lunch.

Jake mutters something under his breath and walks away, and you can feel the tension in Lando’s shoulders slowly easing.

“Thanks,” he says quietly.

“Anytime,” you say, smiling at him.

Later that day, as you’re walking out of school together, Lando is unusually quiet.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask, nudging him gently.

He hesitates for a moment before speaking.

“Why do you do it?” he asks.

“Do what?”

“Stand up for me. Spend time with me. Be nice to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“Because I’m… me,” he says, gesturing to himself.

You stop walking, turning to face him.

“Lando,” you say softly, “you’re one of the smartest, kindest people I’ve ever met. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I like spending time with you. You’re my friend.”

The word feels too small to describe what you feel, but it’s the truth.

Lando looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity. He doesn’t find any.

“Thanks,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile at him. “Anytime.”

Over time, the whispers fade. People move on to other gossip, other dramas. But your friendship with Lando remains.

And if, every now and then, you catch him looking at you with a softness in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat, you don’t say anything.

Because deep down, you know he’s the kind of person who will always surprise you. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thank you for reading!

#lando norris #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando x you #f1 #fluff #formula one #formula 1 #nerdy!lando #nerd #au #high school #school #bullying #cheerleader #lando x y/n

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kommandonuovidiavoli · 21 days ago

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After the hurricane, would the Steve choose to stay a teen forever?

There were three possibilities: Penny decided to grow up to the age she was supposed to be; The New Experience decided to start aging from 10 and grow up year by year.

So, yes, the one who decided to be the same age forever is Steve.

A lot of things happened since the Teen AU to him, but there was a constant: his desire for teens to be more free and independent. Or... so he says.

After the Hurricane events (where he helped guide the teens against Sami), he decided to just quit his fight because Penny begged him to. She wanted to have some sort of relationship with him, especially when she was alone in that house after Nigel moved.

Steve allowed himself to "rest" for some years, but as soon as Penny started dating Joey, he left the place and went back to surviving alone. He would show up at Penny's place from time to time to say hi, but never stick around.

He seems to be more present now that she's pregnant. If he's not around "partying", that is.

He never quit his fight. He just changed his objective.

As he saw KND getting ruined by fear, he decided to give those kids something to be really scared of: the worst group of teens the organisation has ever seen.

It's not Teen Ninjas anymore. Those are a closed chapter, since Father is DONE once and for all.

These teens are louder, messier, more violent and destructive; they don't answer to anyone, parents or kids, villains or heroes.

They're there to give KND the hardest time ever.

To... make them understand that MAYBE they need some help from someone who can infiltrate the teens' line and uncover their plans. Kinda like... a teen spy.

Steve hopes that this will be a hard wake-up call for the kids and that they will get out of their shells and change their minds.

So far, no luck, but they will keep destroying.

Penny doesn't know about this. Also, because he uses a different look while on "duty". He's also known as Spike now ( he decided to drop the beloved "The Steve" appellative because it was not relevant anymore). Here's the look:

The glasses are Nigel's old ones. He stole borrowed them from his room before leaving the house.

#after the hurricane au #knd #kids next door #penelope uno #the steve #steven doe #spike #a story invented in a hour #i imagined some sort of mad max teen gang but divided by roles #like the punks the populars the sportives the cheerleaders the nerds etc etc

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mixzymisc · 3 months ago

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drew the only sunshine in the series geek girl + say hello to my evc oc Lyra aka "Velvet"

#eltingville fanart #eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #the eltingville club #ev club #ev club oc #eltingville oc #and as you can see velvs a cheerleader (shes secretly a nerd but we dont talka bt that)

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calicosturns · 29 days ago

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texts between nerd!matt & cheerleader!reader

contains: fluff, nothing suggestive, explicit language (slightly)

a/n: im soooo happy to introduce my new babies to yall <33 might write something about them later !!! (i def will) (inspired by mommymatt on cai)

#──・・✿ lacy // calicosturn #˖ ✦ › nerd!matt #𓂃 ★ cheerleader!reader #sturniolo triplets #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolos #sturniolo

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empress-things · 1 year ago

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Considering her stance on both the judicial system and desire to make life fair, it's obvious that Nem is the true punk of the family.

Which means melnem is literally valedictorian/cheerleader falls for the punk.

#eris is not a punk #she is a brat(affectionate)#but nem actually wants to change the whole system #because she sees how bullshit the system is #punk girl and nerd girl trope #i love it #also mel is totally a cheerleader too #nemesis #hades 2 spoilers #hades 2 #melnem

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starlinggirll · 1 month ago

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nerd!art getting used (academically) by reader . . . ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

you had it all planned out. sweet talk him, make him do your work! easy peasy. and it was specially easy with how suirmy he got with you; constantly apologizing at the slightest graze of his body on yours, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

like right now, you're in his dorm while he attempts to teach you math. your hand is on your chin as he leans over, his finger slightly trembling as he talks. "so when you divide this number, you use the radius of the sphere to find the cir-" he glances at you, and you're already looking back. he's been feeling your heavy gaze on him since you came in, feeling very judged. he did a mental note to take off all of his geeky posters away incase of you coming in again.

"w-what?" he straightens his back, hands folding into his lap. "nothing." you say innocently, giving him your signature soft smile before your eyes go back to the paper.

before he can get back to teaching you're standing up to sit on his bed. "you really are a dork." you tease, head tilting to the side as you look around his room. it all screams nerd. a virgin. a loser. you lean in slightly, mouth curling into a grin. "have you even had your first kiss?"

his cheeks are burning as he shakes his head. gaze lowered out of both shyness and embarrassment. "n-no." he murmurs, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"would you want to?" you purr. going back down to sit next to him. your hand softly rubbing his forearm. "i mean i can show you, for practice ofcourse."

he shakes his head desperately. "i-i dont think a girl would be interested in that—me. i-im like such a l-loser." he's stuttering like a little kid, but you weirdly bring that out of him.

and you dont know why you do it, maybe its his blonde curls, or his lips curling into a frown. or the way you see him beating himself up inside his head. but you lean in, hand going to his thigh. "what if i said i was interested? in kissing you i mean."

your words make him jump slightly, head tilting to look at you. "dont do that." he frowns, eyebrows fully furrowed. "dont s-say things like that if you dont mean them." standing up, he puts the books away. "if you're here just to make fun of me just go ahead and-"

you groan, standing up. you adjust your skirt before grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to your height. "shut up and kiss me." he doesn't question you after that.

how could he?

a pretty girl like you asking him to kiss you? he's stupid if he says no. he wipes sweat off his hand before gently cupping your cheek and pressing your lips with his. he's so awkward it both turns you on and makes you want to squish him. you decide to take lead, hand resting on his chest as you lead the kiss.

he takes a few seconds before he catches up, his other hand going to your other cheek. you break the kiss after a few seconds, a small smile forming on your face. he's so red, and before he knows it he's kissing you again, most harshly.

you giggle against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck. "stop stop." you scold him, pulling your lips away. "calm down."

and with that, you pull away, wiping his saliva off your lips. "ill see you in class, yeah?" you grab your phone, waving at him innocently —as in you didnt just change his perspective on everything. and walk away out of his dorm.

leaving him alone, with his thoughts and feelings skyrocketing. oh, and a hard on.

#challengers #mike faist #art donaldson #nerd!art #cheerleader!reader #art donaldson i love you #art donaldson x reader #artie ˑ༄ؘ #mike faist i need you #mike faist x reader #mike #faist #bonniesbluee ۶ৎ

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snoopychris · 5 months ago

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everything nerd!matt and cheerleader!reader

* indicates smut/sexual content

full fics...

introduction

incomplete

cheap liquor

heart stopping*

harvard

new years eve

are we still friends?

sharing is caring

lunch date*

masterpiece

hardest part

break room*

blurbs...

head?

quiet*

praying

other...

moodboards

playlist

snap stories

headcanons*

#⋆˙⟡snoopychris #⋆˙⟡nerd!matt #⋆˙⟡matt!#⋆˙⟡snoopychris navigation #⋆˙⟡cheerleader!reader

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fratttymatty · 17 days ago

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Debate Clubbed

(All characters are 18+)

“Are we really doing this?” Matt adjusted his glasses, fidgeting with the sleeve of his Star Trek hoodie. “Charlie Kirk? On our campus?”

“He’s a meme with a podcast,” Kayla said, shoving a flyer into his face. “This is performance art.”

“Besides,” added Harry, strutting beside them in platform boots and a jacket that could blind a man in direct sunlight, “where else am I gonna wear this outfit and morally humiliate a pseudo-intellectual at the same time?”

The trio walked into the packed student auditorium at Marigold University. The air was thick with energy drinks, strong opinions, and the unmistakable scent of Mountain Dew and Axe body spray.

On stage, Charlie Kirk stood across from a jittery sophomore named Kyle Tremblay, a poli-sci major who dreamed of podcast stardom but had the charisma of a used napkin.

“I just think we need to stop censoring hat-based discourse,” Kyle said, stumbling. “I mean, why are we afraid of hats?”

A roar of applause. Laughter. Someone hurled a red hat onto the stage with the force of divine irony. Kyle caught it and looked like he’d just won the Super Bowl.

Charlie’s grin widened.

And then, he saw them.

Three queer students, standing like a wall of resistance at the back of the crowd: Matt, Kayla, and Harry.

Charlie tilted his mic down slowly. “You three.”

Silence.

“You came to listen. Let’s see if you can talk. Come join me.”

Matt’s knees nearly gave out. “I don’t want to go up there. I don’t even do public speaking unless it’s a Discord debate.”

Harry didn’t hesitate. “Girl, please. I was born for the stage.”

He strutted down the aisle like it was a runway, to a mix of cheers and snickers. Charlie gestured him up.

“So what’s your name?” Charlie asked.

“Harry,” he said proudly, tossing his braided ponytail over one shoulder. “Black, queer, fabulous. Let’s go, Pinocchio.”

The crowd tensed. Charlie only smiled. “Tell me, Harry. What do you believe in?”

“Freedom. Justice. Equal rights. And brunch. Especially brunch.”

The audience laughed.

Charlie leaned closer. His voice… changed. It wasn’t louder, but it felt like it carried. Deep, smooth, unnaturally calm.

“But what if the freedom you believe in… was just a cage built by people who never wanted you to think for yourself?”

Harry blinked.

Charlie kept going. “What if rebellion was just a marketing campaign? What if the truth has been quietly waiting for you—heavy, simple, real?”

Harry’s jaw tensed. He tried to roll his eyes, but something rippled beneath his skin. Like static. His jacket tightened around him, then shimmered—and shrank into a sleeveless American flag tank top.

“Wha—”

His boots melted away into white Nikes. His skin lightened shade by shade. His jaw squared. His brows thickened. Earrings vanished. Muscles swelled beneath the shirt as though time-lapse weightlifting was happening inside him.

“What… what is this?” he stammered. His voice had dropped an octave.

Charlie stepped back, triumphant. “You’re becoming who you were always meant to be.”

Harry staggered, gripping the podium.

His phone background (a digital collage of RuPaul, Angela Davis, and his dog in a rainbow sweater) flashed… and then changed. A Dodge Charger. American flag overlay. Captioned: “Faith. Freedom. Family.”

“I feel… I feel clear,” he said, stunned.

“Your name?” Charlie asked.

The man standing there thought for a long moment.

“…Axel,” he said finally, voice solid. “Call me Axel.”

A massive cheer broke out from the crowd. One guy threw a protein bar onto the stage like an offering. Axel caught it instinctively, unwrapped it, and started eating without even realizing.

Matt’s mouth hung open. “What the hell just happened?”

Kayla grabbed his arm. “He just got Turning Pointed.”

Matt turned toward her. “We have to stop this.”

Kayla narrowed her eyes. “Then it’s my turn.”

Kayla wasn’t afraid of being hated.

She’d protested outside a Chick-fil-A in a dinosaur onesie just to make a point about corporate fossil fuel donations. She once made a guy cry in her media studies class for calling Brooklyn Nine-Nine “non-political.” Confrontation was her cardio.

But this?

This was something else.

She stood frozen beside Matt, staring at Harry—now Axel—as he posed for a selfie with a group of frat guys who’d once hissed “soy boy” at him across the dining hall.

His tank top gleamed. His hair had conformed to something out of a grooming ad. He was glowing, like someone who had just found Christ or creatine—or both.

“This is so much worse than I expected,” Matt whispered, horrified.

“I got this,” Kayla growled, stepping forward like a soldier heading into war.

Charlie Kirk’s smile widened as she approached. “And you are?”

“Kayla,” she said, crossing her arms. “Lesbian. Feminist. Art major. She/her. And about this close to vomiting.”

The crowd chuckled nervously. Charlie didn’t blink.

“Do you believe you’re free?” he asked.

“More than you’ll ever be,” Kayla shot back. “Because I think critically. Because I question. Because I know who I am.”

Charlie tilted his head. “Do you?”

Kayla opened her mouth, but he kept going.

“What if you’ve mistaken rebellion for identity? What if you’ve been sold a persona—wrapped in defiance, but hollow inside?”

His voice did that thing again. That low-frequency pull, like a political ASMR channel possessed by the spirit of a protein powder salesman.

Kayla’s fists clenched. “You can’t—”

But something shifted. Her combat boots began to morph, the thick leather fading into… white cheer sneakers, clean and spotless. Her cargo pants shimmered, cinched, and shrank into a pink skirt so short it made her flinch.

“No. No no no no—” She tried to step back, but her jacket unzipped itself and puffed into a cropped varsity top, baring her suddenly toned midriff. Her nails glossed. Her hair lightened, curling into golden waves with the bounce of an Instagram reel.

“No, I’m still me,” she whispered.

“Of course,” Charlie said, gently. “Just… a better version.”

The microphone caught her next words, soft and confused:

“Like… what’s even happening right now?”

Matt gasped. Her voice had changed—higher, bubblier, breezier. Her posture relaxed into a casual pop of the hip.

She turned toward the audience and smiled nervously. “Wait, like… did my skirt just get shorter or am I, like, having a Jesus moment or something?”

“Kayla!” Matt cried. “Snap out of it!”

She turned. “Who’s Kayla?” Her brows knit in confusion. “That name’s, like, kinda cringe, no offense.”

She beamed. “I’m Cassie now. Isn’t that, like, way cuter?”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Cassie posed. Somewhere, a ring light appeared. Her phone auto-generated a Reel: 📸 First debate ever lolz 💕 freedom is, like, super empowering 🦅✝️ #FaithNotFeminism

Axel fist-bumped her. “You look great, Cass.”

“OMG, thanks! You, like, totally get it now.”

Matt watched them laughing together like it was a pep rally from hell.

He backed away, panic rising in his throat like soda fizz.

Cassie looked at him, pouting. “Aww, Matty. You’re, like, so pale. You okay, babe?”

Charlie turned to him slowly.

“No need to be afraid, Matt. You’re next.”

Matt’s hands were shaking.

He hadn’t moved since Kayla—no, Cassie now—posed for a selfie in her cheer outfit, flashing a peace sign and a “Jesus saves” tote bag like it had always been part of her personality.

Harry was gone. So was Kayla.

In their place: Axel and Cassie. Popular. Straight. Smiling like everything made sense now.

Matt, meanwhile, felt like a file slowly being deleted while it begged for permission.

He stepped forward slowly, face pale, lips twitching. “I—I didn’t even want to come to this.”

Charlie Kirk’s smile widened. “And yet here you are.”

“I’m not like them,” Matt stammered. “I’m introverted. I’m gay. I can’t do a pull-up. I read footnotes for fun. I think political TikTok is stressful. I cried during the Paddington movie—twice.”

“Of course you did,” Charlie said, stepping forward. “You’ve built your identity around intellect. Around being ‘different.’ Around being safe. But what if that’s not who you are at all?”

Matt’s knees wobbled. “You can’t just—”

“You’re scared because deep down, you know you’ve wanted this,” Charlie said. His voice dropped an octave, now vibrating with that strange, almost physical hum. “To be admired. To be normal. To be free.”

Matt gritted his teeth.

“I like being gay,” he whispered.

Charlie nodded solemnly. “I know. But what if that, too, was just a layer? A costume. What if underneath the niche trivia, the awkward posture, and the musical theatre playlists… there’s someone who’s been waiting to come out?”

Matt’s stomach lurched.

And then—it started.

First, his hoodie began to shift. The fabric thinned and tightened, cinching around growing muscles. Threads pulled inward, morphing into a slim-fit white polo with a tiny American flag embroidered where the NASA patch used to be.

His baggy jeans melted upward, stitching themselves into khaki shorts with a perfect cuff.

His body surged with warmth. Shoulders widened. His posture snapped into something upright, easy, confident. A tan spread over his pale skin like a filter being applied in real time.

“No—no, stop, stop—”

But the transformation had only just begun.

His face sharpened—cheeks hollowing slightly, jaw squaring, chin gaining that effortless cleft you only ever saw in deodorant commercials. His eyebrows thickened. Freckles faded. Lips evened out into that boy-next-door, white-picket-fence smile.

Then came the hair.

His awkward side part unraveled like a ribbon coming loose.

Each strand softened, lifted, fluffed. His flat, greasy mop ballooned into a fluffy, tousled TikTok fringe, full of bounce and volume, curling just slightly at the ends like a boy band sent from above to preach about fiscal responsibility.

Matt staggered forward.

“I—what’s—”

Even his voice was changing. The awkward, nasal tone smoothed into a buttery, athletic baritone—charmingly confident with just a touch of Southern sweetness.

He looked down at his phone. The wallpaper had changed: no more “An Evening with Sondheim” promo. Now it was a blurry gym mirror selfie captioned:

📸 Grind hard, pray harder. 🇺🇸💪✝️ #NoDaysOff #OnlyGodCanJudgeMe

Cassie squealed. “Omg babe, you look, like, so hot now.”

Axel clapped him on the back. “Welcome to the team, man.”

Charlie stepped closer. “What’s your name?”

Matt tried to remember. His last thought of musicals, of arguments in queer film theory class, of staying up late to listen to obscure podcasts—all of it faded, like fog being burned off by a rising sun.

He smiled.

“Ethan,” he said confidently. “I’m Ethan.”

Cassie ran to his side, wrapping her arms around him. He didn’t flinch. He pulled her in like they’d always been dating.

“I feel amazing,” Ethan said. “Like I’m finally… who I was meant to be.”

Charlie turned to the cheering crowd, triumphant.

Three transformed students stood behind him. Popular. Attractive. Straight. Patriotic. Empty of doubt.

“Would you like to say anything?” Charlie asked them.

Ethan stepped forward, Cassie at his side, Axel behind them.

He lifted the mic with perfect poise.

“Yeah,” he said. “Can we get a hat?”

Two weeks later, the campus had adjusted.

The LGBTQ+ student union shut down, citing “lack of interest.” The gender studies bulletin board was mysteriously replaced with a whiteboard that just said “Hustle Harder.” Even the art students had started painting bald eagles and military jets.

And at the center of it all were the three rising stars of Marigold University:

Axel. Cassie. Ethan.

They were everywhere.

On the big screen at the gym. On TikTok, stitching videos of confused-looking sociology majors. In promotional flyers for the new “Faith, Freedom, and Fitness” student org they’d founded—complete with matching logo tank tops.

Ethan adjusted his collar in the mirror of the student union bathroom, running a hand through his fluffy, perfectly tousled fringe.

He tilted his head and gave himself a playful smirk.

“Gotta keep it messy, but, like, intentional,” he muttered, pushing the fringe into a casual swoop that would later receive 12k likes on a thirst trap captioned ‘Sundays are for gains and grace.’

Cassie popped her head into the mirror beside him.

“Babe, your hair’s, like, literal perfection.”

Ethan grinned. “I try.”

“OMG,” she said suddenly, pulling out her phone. “We’re about to hit 200K followers on @FaithFamFlex. Should we do, like, a prayer squat challenge or something?”

Axel entered behind them, protein shake in hand, nodding like a proud older brother. “We’ve got a campus speaking tour to plan. But yeah, we can squeeze in a ‘Jesus & Gym Bros’ segment between leg day and Bible study.”

Ethan fist-bumped him. “God’s gains, bro.”

They walked out into the bright campus quad, where students were already gathering.

A small stage had been erected under a “Live Patriot Panel” banner, sponsored by the Marigold Libertarian Alliance. Charlie Kirk was standing at the podium again, shaking hands, smiling like a shark who just bought a swimming pool.

When he saw the trio, he gestured to the crowd.

“And here they are,” he announced, “the future of this campus. Three students who saw through the noise. Who chose faith, fitness, and freedom.”

The audience erupted.

Cassie blew a kiss to the crowd. “Totes honored, you guys!”

Axel cracked his knuckles and flexed slightly, just enough for the stage lights to catch his biceps.

Ethan stepped forward, took the mic, and smiled with easy confidence.

“Honestly,” he said, his hand drifting up to casually fix his fringe again, “we’re just blessed. Like… I used to be super lost. Overthinking everything. Trying to be special. Now? I just lift, love my country, and keep it simple.”

He turned to the crowd. “You don’t need to be confused anymore. You don’t need to be different to matter. You just need the truth. You need faith. You need freedom.”

“And,” Cassie chimed in, twirling her ponytail, “you need, like… a really cute hat.”

Charlie Kirk nodded, stepping forward. “Which brings us to the real question…”

He reached under the podium again, pulling out three red hats, crisp and folded like relics from some ancient patriotic temple.

He handed one to each of them.

Cassie clutched hers to her chest like it was a bouquet.

Axel put his on backward, naturally.

Ethan flipped his hair one last time, then slid the hat on — perfectly balanced above his TikTok fringe, brim slightly tilted like a conservative teen heartthrob running for Homecoming King.

They turned to face the crowd.

Three red hats. Three megawatt smiles. Three brand-new identities, spotless and streamlined.

A girl in the front row raised her hand timidly.

“Um… can I get a hat too?”

Charlie grinned.

Ethan leaned into the mic.

“Only if you’re ready to become your real self.”

The crowd roared.

Above them, a drone camera hovered, capturing it all for a viral clip that would be titled:

“3 Woke Students TRANSFORM After Charlie Kirk Debate – What Happens Next SHOCKS Campus”

And honestly?

No one was shocked anymore.

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