#also the nerd glasses . . . I fell in love . . .

[deathbind]

I am once again thanking Nixe for my life

[star-sim]

espresso ☆ sunoo kim

☆ super mega down bad!sunoo x fem! reader ☆ summary: that one time sunoo had a not-so innocent dream about you, and suddenly you're the only thing that consumed all of his senses. the problem? you're the most popular girl at the academy, and he's just a nerd. driven mad by his feelings for you, it felt like his chances with you were next to zero. it's actually much higher than he thought! ☆ genre: dark academia! au, classic popular girl x nerd, a looooot of romantic and sexual frustration LOL, a bit of nerdy lingo , loser and desperate sunoo!! ☆ warning(s)? slightly suggestive, but mostly just pure silliness and fluff :3 ☆ word count: 9.5k ☆ happy belated birthday to sunoo! the sunoo fic disparity is criminal. this is for you @ashtxrie. inspired "espresso" by sabrina carpenter. i hope i did mintchoco king justice. enjoy!

Ugh.

Popular kids.

Sunoo narrowed his eyes, clutching his textbooks even closer to his chest as he walked past the hoard of snobby rich kids. Their expensive pearl necklaces and diamond rings gleamed under the warm hallway lights, but no golden jewelry would take away how downright obnoxious they were.

"How could anyone be so loud right now?" Sunoo grumbled under his breath, pushing up his thin golden-framed glasses. Seriously though, he had a point. There was no reason for anyone at all to be screaming at the top of their lungs at 10 in the morning. But alas, here he was, rolling his eyes at the stuck-up rich kids.

The Academy had a pretty simple admissions system. Either you pay to get in, or you apply and get evaluated based on your application. Most of the students at the Academy were from wealthy families, so they obviously paid to be admitted. Sunoo, on the other hand, had more humbler origins. 

To say that he worked his utmost ass off to even be able to apply was an understatement. It was almost patronizing to see all of these kids born with a silver spoon in their mouth act so carelessly.

They all acted so condescendingly, as if they didn't get admitted because of their father's paycheck.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" A new voice interrupted Sunoo's thoughts. It was his younger friend Riki, who threw an arm around his shoulder. 

"Nothing," Sunoo murmured, tearing his eyes away from the group of popular kids. 

All of them were the same. All arrogant, all pompous, all vain, all—

"Are you sure?" his other friend, Jungwon, joined. "You look a little bit—err— disturbed."

"I'm not."

Riki and Jungwon shared a look.

Okay, maybe not all rich kids were the same. 

Because there were a few exceptions, such as—

"Are you still mad about that one time that snobby little Sanghyeok threw a ball at you?" Riki asked, blinking owlishly.

"No, what are you—"

"He's a rugby player, isn't he?" Jungwon thought aloud. "Geez, all the rugby players love tossing that goddamn football around, don't they?"

"Erm, actually, it's called a rugby ball," Riki corrected in a nasally voice.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter. Why would anyone throw those around? It's like a ball of concrete!"

Sunoo tuned his younger friends' bickering out. He'll admit it, he's just a little bit of a hater. 

Among the snobby rich kids, there's definitely a few exceptions. Jay Park was a pretty cool guy, and so was Jake Sim. Sunoo could've sworn that there's one more person that he didn't mind too much... He just couldn't remember who....

"Watch out!"

It happened so quickly, because one moment Sunoo was lost in thought. And the next, a rugby ball was hurling at him, pummeling him square in the head.

Not again, was the last thing he thought of before he fell to the ground, blacking out.

"Aw man, you hit the nerd again?!"

"Hey, I didn't mean to— Ack!"

Sunoo stirred. It was weird. He could feel himself gain consciousness, but his head and body were pounding. Excruciatingly.

He could hear a little bit of arguing and a few masculine voices, all muffled yet somehow also painful to his ears.

"Quiet down," a new voice entered. It was a voice that Sunoo recognized, a voice that was much kinder and softer on his ears, almost healing. "If you keep yelling, you'll overwhelm him."

Whose voice was this? Sunoo knows that he knows this voice, but he couldn't quite put his finger on who.

Then, Sunoo felt a few gentle fingers run through his hair, and then a cold, ice compress pressed on his forehead.

"Just leave," the voice told the others. "Get to class. I'll take care of him."

There's some murmuring, and then some shuffling, and finally, the door slammed shut.

And the moment that it did, Sunoo's eyes shot open.

The first thing that he's met with as full consciousness pervades his body is a sharp pain everywhere, much more amplified and extreme this time.

The second thing that Sunoo sees is... you.

Of course, that makes sense now. You were the voice, and you were the person he was thinking about earlier. You were one of the exceptions to his "all rich kids are annoying" gag.

Of course you were.

Everyone knew you, and everyone loved you. Who wouldn't?

You were incredibly sweet, had a knack for calling everyone with affectionate nicknames, and every reason why Sunoo couldn't bring himself to hate everyone in the popular crowd. He's had a few classes with you in the past few years. You weren't the top student or academically driven by any means, but he could sense your effort. 

Not to mention, you were really pretty. It was no secret that every single guy in school wanted a chance with you. Sunoo wasn't like that, but he wasn't going to sit there and deny that your face was nice to look at. Truthfully, it was difficult to not like you, one way or another.

In total, Sunoo's spoken to you a total of probably four times. Nevertheless, you were a lot more than just tolerable, compared to the rest of your peers.

Now Sunoo was in the infirmary, after that rugby ball smacked him right in the head and knocked him out. He was lying down on the gurney, a cold compress to his head. And you were taking care of him.

"You're up, sweetheart," you said softly, jumping to your feet once you realized that Sunoo was awake. You handed him his glasses that were folded neatly on the table, and then you went to the shelves. Sunoo attempted to raise himself up to sit, but almost immediately he was met with that horrible, aching pain again.

"Aghh!" he groaned, dropping himself instantly and clutching onto the ice pack on his head. 

You hissed, scurrying over to his side. 

"Don't move," you instructed him. Sunoo got a good look at your face now. Pretty, as always, but you had a pinched expression. You looked frustrated, and as you unfurled the bundle of bandages that you fetched from the shelf, your eyes traveled to him and almost looked apologetic. "Let's get you fixed up, sweetie."

Very gently, almost as if you were dealing with glass, you lifted Sunoo's head just enough so that you could wrap bandages around his forehead.

"Is that okay?" you asked him quietly, your nimble fingers brushing against his skin gently. 

"Mmm—" Sunoo was cut off by a guttural sound in his throat— "Mhm."

You pushed his dark locks out of the way, humming.

While you worked on him, Sunoo couldn't help but notice how.... concerned you looked. As a matter of fact, where were the rest of your friends? Where was that bastard Sanghyeok that threw the damn rugby ball at him in the first place? 

It wasn't like you were a student nurse or anything. Aside from just being a nice person, what reason did you have to go out of your way to fix Sunoo up? It wasn't like you were the one that threw the ball.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your brows furrowing together. Something was on your mind. 

"I'm sorry," you finally blurted, your eyes wide and nearly glassy.

???

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry that Sanghyeok threw that ball at you," you continued, words spilling from your glossy lips like a waterfall, your eyes trained onto the floor and your head hung low. As words tumbled out, you stopped your ministrations on him, your hands taking solace on the hem of your uniform skirt. "I-It was very wrong of him, and it's even worse that you're now injured, and—"

"Why are you apologizing?" Sunoo interrupted you, though with labored breaths between his words, as he didn't want to hurt himself.

You frowned even harder, your fingers wringing each other. "B-But—"

Sunoo's face scrunched. "You didn't throw the ball at me. Sanghyeok did, so there's no reason for you to say sorry to me."

You shook your head. 

"Still!" you huffed, your cheeks filling with air as you tapped your foot. You let out an exasperated breath. It smelled of coffee. "I know that it's not my fault, but— but that doesn't make what happened right."

Sunoo opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, beginning your ministrations once again. "I'm just doing what's right."

By the end of the school day, Sunoo got out of the nurse's office, just slightly stumbling. His head still hurt, but thanks to you, who missed a few classes, it hurt a lot less than it should have. Once again, you proved that you weren't as bad as the rest. 

If it was any other day, Sunoo would go to the library to fit in a few hours of studying, but after today's events, he just wanted to go back to his dorm.

It's been a long, stressful, and painful day. 

The moment that Sunoo's dorm door shut, he made a bee-line for his bed, completely ignoring his roommate Sunghoon. He threw off his uniform shirt and tie, peeling them off like they were some nuisance. 

And just like that, the second that Sunoo's head hit the pillow, he knocked out.

Sunoo opened his eyes and he was in a bed. Not his own bed, but a softer, much more comfortable bed. 

He felt a warm—really warm— almost fuzzy, feeling in his chest. Sunoo's hands feel around the bed. The sheets are smooth and clean, and under his fingertips they wrinkle ever-so slightly. Now that he was looking around, it seemed to be early morning, with rays of sunlight peeking through the windows. In fact, this dorm room wasn't his. It smelled of espresso coffee, and was so pristine and neat.

Sunoo didn't notice it now, but all the pain he was supposed to be feeling disappeared. And just as he was about to get up to his feet to inspect, someone appeared at the doorway.

You.

"You're up, sleepyhead?" you said, leaning on the doorway as a sly smile spread across your face. 

Why was he in your room? 

And more importantly, why were you in only a bathrobe? 

Sunoo looked down, and that's when he realized that he, too, was shirtless.

Instead of responding how he'd want to— confused out of his mind— words tumbled out of his lips, almost like he had no control over them. "I was waiting for you."

You giggled, pretty sounds falling from your pretty lips. You slowly sauntered over to the foot of your bed, your gentle hands coming down to brush against Sunoo's leg.

"You look so handsome, sweetheart," you rasped. The warmth and fuzziness that he felt earlier began to spread from his chest to his entire body.

And the next thing that Sunoo knew, you were on top of him. Your lips pressed wet kisses all over his bare chest. Sticky gloss clung to his flushed skin, leaving pretty lipstick marks across his skin. 

"God, I want you so bad," you groaned, before taking his skin between your teeth. You sucked on it gently, earning a gasp from the boy. You giggled into his ear.

By now, Sunoo was burning up completely. Each graze of your lips was like a scorching hot iron piercing his skin, but it burned so good. If it weren't for his fingers that dug into the crisp bed sheets, or the way that you gripped his chin, Sunoo would have fainted already. Each gasp for air as you marked his soft skin was ripped from his throat, hot lines of electricity running through his veins. 

"Please..." Sunoo pleaded through a strangled whimper, letting out a soft moan when you bit onto his ear, your warm breath brushing up against his skin in a way that made him shudder. "Please, [Name]."

Everything before had a haze over it, a blurry screentone cast over Sunoo's eyes.

But as you looked up at him through your pretty eyelashes, lips swollen from abusing his skin, Sunoo swore that he could see everything so clearly. Every line on your face, every shadow and every highlight, every blemish and every perfection— he could see all of it.

"Please, what?" you murmured, your lips spreading into a grin. "What are you begging for, sweetheart?"

And it drove him crazy.

Sunoo threw his head back, an airy moan tumbling from his lips, giving you better access to his neck. 

"I need you," he whined, his chest heaving up and down as he failed to catch his breath. "Please, I need you so bad."

You giggled again, pressing a hand against his chest.

"Anything you want you get—"

Beep beep! That was an eerily familiar alarm sound, one that was familiar enough to make Sunoo's head whip around.

You looked unfazed, only giggling again before leaning in to press soft kisses on his chest. 

Beep beep!

There it was again! This time, Sunoo's body jerked at the sound, his face scrunching. Why weren't you reacting?

"Focus on me, sweetie," you whispered in his ear. 

Sunoo complied (because of course he did), closing his eyes as you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. And just as he was beginning to forget that godforsaken sound, sinking into the sweet taste of your lips...

Beep beep!

Sunoo couldn't help the way that he jerked away from you.

And as he did, Sunoo jerked awake.

His eyes shot open.

Dark room, completely drenched in sweat, burning up, and unfortunately alone.

"I swear, you always look like someone pissed you off."

"Right? He always looks so... constipated?"

On most days, Sunoo could endure his friends' teasing. Not this morning though.

He woke up from that dream completely disoriented. With his hair disheveled and face flushed, Sunoo arose from his slumber with beads of sweat running down his temple. It took him four more rings of his alarm clock and his roommate yelling at him to truly regain his consciousness— for while he was physically awake, he wasn't truly awake. Not after a dream like that.

Sunoo told everyone so far that he woke up with a fever, which was true. His cheeks were bright red, and his skin was hot to the touch, as he was bundled up in a few layers of coats. 

Truthfully, his physical condition wasn't what was causing him to be so disoriented.

It was you.

What the fuck was that dream? 

Usually, Sunoo couldn't remember his dreams, even if they were fever dreams. But now sitting in the dining hall, nibbling on his breakfast, Sunoo could remember every little thing so clearly in his mind. 

He could remember how your room looked, how your bathrobe made your skin look so beautiful, how your plump lips felt against his chest, how fucking gorgeous you look—

Clank!

Sunoo dropped his fork onto the table, the metal cutlery clanking with the porcelain plates around him.

"What's up with him?" Jungwon not-so-quietly whispered to Riki. The two watched, perplexed, as Sunoo's cheeks turned even more red, the older boy's tired eyes squeezing shut as he hid his face in his palms. 

Sunoo groaned, looking through his palms to look at his friends' confused expressions.

He felt hot. Maybe it was the fever. 

He looked down at his palms, the reddy patches sticky with a thin sheen of sweat. 

Definitely not just the fever.

He couldn't get your voice out of his head.

It was well-known that you liked to call everyone a nickname of sorts. It seemed like his nickname was "sweetheart."

Sunoo knew it was innocent, especially when you were fixing him up yesterday. But now with a new context—the context of his not-so innocent dream where you rasped "sweetheart" into his ear— he couldn't help but feel shy.

Sunoo's chest heaved. His tweed coat felt too thick now. His fingertips were held together by threads, and if he wasn't careful, he'd burst with blazing plasma. 

Tuning out his friends, Sunoo couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to last night's dream. 

He'd absolutely combust if he saw you again. Sunoo had no idea how he'd even look you in the eye, after doing unthinkable things with you in his dream.

God, there was no way that he'd ever let anyone, let alone you, find out about this. He felt like some pervert, some sick creep using you to fuel his nasty fantasies. He was not, but he sure felt like it.

Sunoo didn't dare look anywhere except down at his plate. If he did, he feared that he would catch sight of you, and completely die. As a matter of fact, even hearing the names of your friends in passing made his stomach do flips. 

The school bell rang, and now Sunoo had to drag himself to class. Murmuring a small good-bye to his friends, his heavy footsteps took him where his first period morning class would be.

Gosh, he fell asleep almost immediately last night! Quick, was there homework that he was supposed to complete? His morning class started with his elective, botany. 

Botany, botany, botany, he repeated in his head, jotting his memory. There weren't any notes due until the end of the week, and the closest test from today is two weeks. So why did he feel like he was missing something? Was there a presentation that he didn't remember? Maybe they were having a lab today and he forgot to bring his gloves. Or maybe—

Sunoo stopped in his tracks.

Just as he was cooling down, he felt his skin erupt with goosebumps, warmth overtaking his entire body.

If it weren't for his acute awareness of his surroundings, Sunoo would have tripped over his feet.

Because you decided to appear.

Oh fuck, why were you right there? Standing across the hall from him, all prettied up and completely oblivious to the hell that you were putting Sunoo through.

Had you always looked so pretty? 

Of course, Sunoo recalled how perfect your face looked at all times, how jaw-dropping you managed to look even when you didn't try. The way that the light reflected off your skin made you look like you were glowing. Like a halo.

Sunoo's face burned. You definitely looked prettier in real life than in his dream. Not even the intricate workings of his brain could capture your beauty.

A strangled noise escaped Sunoo's throat, his face turning as white as a ghost, eyes big as saucers. 

No, no, no! Sunoo squeezed his eyes shut. Of course. He had morning Botany with you! How could he forget!

"Move, you nerd!" someone grumbled as they shoved past him. Usually, on any other day, Sunoo would cuss back at them, maybe shove past them even harder. But all he could do now was stand back dazed.

He forced himself to pick up his feet again. After all, class was starting, and the bell would ring in a matter of minutes. 

What was harder than pulling himself out of his daze was walking into that Botany lecture hall. Sunoo didn't dare look anywhere that wasn't his shoes, in fear that if he even caught a glimpse of you, he'd evaporate.

With quick, hasty steps, Sunoo scurried along the sides of the hall, ignoring the little hi's and good morning's from his classmates. 

And just as he thought he successfully made it to his seat...

"Good morning, Kim!"

To say that Sunoo nearly jumped out of his skin would be an understatement. 

As you appeared before his seat, seemingly out of thin air, Sunoo felt every inch of his body flare up with warmth. 

You looked even better up-close.

"Oh— Uh—" Sunoo couldn't help the way he stared at you with wide eyes, his lips agape. 

"Good— Um, Good morning, [N-Name]," was all he could manage out.

You stared at him for a few moments, blinking a few times, before a wide smile broke out on your lips. 

You reached out, your hand resting gently on the crown of his head, completely oblivious to the way that the boy tensed under your touch. "How does your head feel, sweetheart?"

Sunoo completely forgot that he'd sustained a head injury earlier. How could he remember when something (or someone) else was making his head hurt?

"I-It's good!" he stammered quickly, words tripping over themselves. "I'm good!"

You cocked your head, your brows furrowing. 

"No one picked on you, right?" you looked around, leaning closer to him— close enough that he could feel your breath on his neck. "Did any of my friends try bothering you again?"

Sunoo flushed at the proximity. This was feeling a little too familiar.

"No!" Sunoo nearly shouted. When everyone turned to look at him weirdly, the room falling silent for a mere second, he muttered a quick sorry. "I mean— No, n-no one bothered me again."

You nodded slowly, before you brought your hand to his forehead. "You're feeling a little warm, sweetie. You aren't sick, aren't you?"

If he had less self-awareness, Sunoo would have run around that lecture hall a few times, dunked his face in a bucket of iced water, and maybe even screamed a few times before answering your question. But he couldn't, so all he could do was shake his head no.

"Good," you said with a smile. "I'll see you around."

With that, you turned on your heel, and went back to your seat. 

Class started, but Sunoo couldn't quite focus.

Sunoo felt like this had to be some joke. It felt like Jungwon or Riki were about to come out behind the curtains and scream "Gotcha!" in his face.

Because why on earth were you and him on the same path to the boys' dormitory?

After his daily study session in the library, Sunoo figured that the chances of him running into you again would be low.

But lo and behold, as Sunoo was on his way back to his dorm, you materialized from thin air and started walking with him. In silence, of course, but you greeted him with a smile.

Even after 10 hours of being out and about, you still managed to look so perfect.

In all the years that he'd attended this Academy, Sunoo's never seen you take this route, let alone go to the boys' dormitory.

Did you have a boyfriend? Or a special relationship with a boy? Sunoo's stomach dropped. What if he's been thinking about you all this time when you were taken already?

Sunoo opened his mouth to talk, but you beat him to it.

"Sooo, Sunoo," you said in a dreamy, sing-songy voice. "How's your day been?"

Torture, because of you. "I-It's been okay."

You hummed. "That's good to hear."

.

.

.

Silence.

It wasn't like he was in love with you. But for some reason, it bothered Sunoo that you could be heading to the boys' dorm for a possible boyfriend. He just needed to know.

"Where are you— Where are you headed?" Sunoo winced at his question. You probably thought he was weird now. He felt hot all over.

You smiled, clicking your tongue with a playful eye roll. "Just to my cousin's dorm. He just transferred here so my parents want me to help him move in."

Sunoo blinked.

Oh.

"Th-That's nice," Sunoo quipped. "I'm just going back to my— uh— dorm."

Of course he'd be going back to his own dorm! Sunoo chided in his head. You definitely thought he was an idiot by now.

The trip up the stairs and down the hall was quiet, awfully silent— only the distant sound of students and footsteps filling the air.

Eventually, the two of you met a stop.

"I should be turning at this corner now; his room is just down that hall," you said to him, earning a nod. "Thanks for walking with me, Sunoo."

"Of course," Sunoo said back shyly, a small smile on his lips. " 'It's my pleasure."

"No seriously," you continued, a bashful smile on your lips. "The halls during this time of year are a little sketchy. Sometimes, I can't even trust my own guy friends to walk me."

Sunoo cocked his head.

"The point is," you said, your eyes unwavering as they met with Sunoo's eyes, "You make me feel safe."

Before Sunoo could respond, you shot him a kind smile, before turning on your heel. "Good night, sweetheart!"

Sunoo was rendered speechless, staring at your retreating back.

"Good night," he muttered under his breath, not audible even to himself. "Sweetheart."

(He definitely thought about this interaction later into the night, and burned up severely.)

Although no one would guess it, the next few weeks were hell for Sunoo. It was almost terrifying.

How did you manage to show up everywhere?

Truly, it felt like everywhere Sunoo went, you just happened to show up. 

It started with little things. In the middle of class you would come in to give back a sweater you borrowed from your friend. Sometimes you would come in and sit at the back of class to make up a test that you missed, or to ask the professor any question you had about the upcoming assignment. Each time, you'd wave at Sunoo, sometimes even before you waved at your friends.

All normal, of course. Every time he'd see you, he'd immediately straighten his back to make sure his posture was perfect— maybe even brush his hair out of his eyes and adjust his glasses, all in the hopes that if you looked at him, he wouldn't be a pain to view.

All as if he wasn't screaming on the inside. There was just something about how you always had that dreamy look in your eye, like a princess. How could he possibly look you in the eye? 

Sunoo wanted to look perfect and pristine for you, but at the same time, he wanted to disappear under your gaze. Sometimes, he wanted to disappear because he simply couldn't handle the power that your eyes had. Other times he wanted to disappear so that he could look at you— observe every line, perfection, and imperfection of your face— without the existence of others around him.

No matter the time, one thing was common: Sunoo always turned four shades redder whenever you walked into the room. And it was frustrating.

"Why are you red?"

"You look embarrassed. Did you fart or something?"

"Tomato boy."

It was embarrassing, especially because his seatmates always ended up being the biggest assholes anyway.

Then, you began waving to him in the hallway. It started with small waves, sometimes with you mouthing hi or hello. But then you'd sometimes run up to him with a wide smile just to say hi.

Maybe you were just really nice, Sunoo thought, though he'd be lying if he said that he didn't wish you were giving him special treatment. In fact, it made him feel sick just thinking about how you called your friends cute pet names like darling, too. He almost had to excuse himself to the washroom when thinking about you calling other people sweetheart. You were bound to, of course, but that didn't mean that Sunoo particularly liked that idea.

All of these were small little things, pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things, especially considering that you were the most popular girl in school.

But then it started getting bad.

And it wasn't your fault.

Why— just why— did you have to be in every single one of his dreams?

The first dream he had about you was already enough. Why did he need a bajillion more?

The dreams ranged from extremely mundane to scary to a bit... raunchy. And yet, you still managed to be in every single one of them.

In the mundane ones, you'd be the person that mutters a remark to him before disappearing. 

In the scary ones, you'd be the person that Sun threw over his shoulder as he ran away from the undead. 

In the raunchy ones, you'd be under him, your arms thrown around his neck as he lays wet kisses on your skin, basking in the pretty sounds that you make— Too much!

He couldn't help it. He really couldn't.

There were times where Sunoo was afraid to go to sleep. Not because seeing you was a bad thing, but because the aftermath was always bad.

Sunoo always woke up sweaty and burning up. He'd trudge to the shared bathroom and splash water on his face. No matter how cold the water was, whenever he closed his eyes all he could see was your face. Your pretty, pretty, face. You seemed to get prettier with every dream, yet dream-you couldn't ever compare to real life-you.

Seeing your face wasn't the problem. He loved to see it. The problem was that every time he saw your face Sunoo would get all clammy and mushy and warm on the inside. His cheeks would burn, and he'd feel warm all over. 

And the hardest part was that every single time, all he could hear was your voice calling him "sweetheart" — over and over, in a hypnotizing cadence that only made him want to fall into your essence even more.

It was weird.

So, so, weird.

And Sunoo thought that he was going to die.

It seemed like Sunoo was always in for a surprise.

By the end of the month, Sunoo managed to convince himself to forget about his dreams completely. 

After all, after a few days of doing his best to avoid you, he was able to assure himself that all of these feelings would disappear with time, since his attraction to you was random anyway.

Sure, you're pretty, Sunoo told himself. And very kind and sweet, but it wasn't like you and him were best buds. So whatever delusion that was going on in his head was bound to go nowhere. He was just being a teenager, probably.

He'd never felt this way towards anyone before. It was best to just ignore it.

Sunoo clenched his fists. Yeah, he'd do his damn best to ignore it.

But as he was in line in the Academy's library, preparing to check out a new book about whatever topic he wanted to read up on, Sunoo felt a pair of hands clutch his shoulders.

"Hi, Sunoo!"

Sunoo whipped his head around and jolted, a small "Ah!" leaving his lips. Startled, he nearly dropped his massive hunk of a book, earning a glare from the snobby student-librarians. 

It was you.

The moment that he laid eyes on you and your silly little grin, Sunoo's resolve weakened. Like walls of a fortified castle crumbling under the force of a cannon, if Sunoo didn't look away now he'd be absolutely beat. 

"H— Hey there, [Name]," he said quietly, tearing his eyes away from you and turning back to the front, holding his book close to his chest.

"Whatcha got there?" you asked him curiously. He could still feel your hands on his shoulders squeezing him playfully.

Sunoo looked down at his book.

Thematic Cartography and Geovisualization?

Oh god, you were definitely going to think he was a nerd.

"Nothing..." he murmured, clutching the book even closer to him.

You shook him by his shoulders playfully, a little chuckle coming from your lips. "Oh, c'mon! I know that massive book isn't just 'nothing.' What're you reading?"

"It's..." Sunoo winced. "It's embarrassing."

You pouted, a little hmph! coming from you.

"Next!" the librarian called, and Sunoo moved forward in the line to check out his book, though he was distracted by the way that you still continued to cling to him.

"You didn't— You didn't get a book?" Sunoo asked as you followed him to a library table, your hands empty.

"Nope," you said smoothly. "I'm just here to study!"

"Oh." Sunoo blinked, pushing up his glasses. It was quiet and he didn't know what to say. "What are you studying?"

"I'll tell you," you smiled, "Only if you tell me what your book is about."

He sighed. Sunoo sat down, and naturally, you followed suit, sitting across from him. He plopped his massive book down onto the table, and slowly slid it over to you.

Your brows furrowed together as you read its title.

Sunoo's cheeks burned. You definitely think he's some nerd. How embarrassing.

You finally looked up at him. Only, instead of looking at him with condescension or ridicule, you looked embarrassed.

"Um," your brows knitted together further. "What's cartography?"

Sunoo stared at you. You don't think he's weird?"

"I-I'm sorry," you continued, letting out a deep breath. You looked perplexed. "I'm not very smart. I don't know what cartography is. Or what geo-something-something is. Can you explain it to me?"

He stared at you again.

After what you just said, there was no way that he'd possibly let his feelings for you fade away. There were a lot of things that Sunoo couldn't agree with when it came to the popular kids at his school. But here he understood why hoards of boys would be at your feet, begging for just one chance.

The corners of his lips lifted. The bashful look on your face was... cute.

"It's okay," he began. "Cartography is just the science of making maps."

You looked even more confused, but also relieved. Relieved that he wasn't going to make fun of you for not knowing. "There's a science behind making maps?"

"Hm," Sunoo paused to think, "Not exactly. But there's a lot of thought that goes behind making maps."

"Why?"

Sunoo thought he was going to fall in love. He loved his friends, of course, but none of them were ever as curious about his interests as you were.

"Well," Sunoo's hands joined to make a circular shape. "The Earth is a three-dimensional globe." You nodded to show that you were listening, staring at him with curious eyes. "Imagine even trying to transfer a 3D globe onto a flat, two-dimensional surface. It's pretty difficult to do without intense distortion."

You nodded slowly, your eyes narrowing.

"Was I rambling?" Sunoo asked quietly, so quietly that he didn't even think you could hear him.

"No!" you jumped to answer, earning a glare from the librarian. "I'm just trying to process it."

After a few moments of silence, you sucked in a deep breath. "I get it now, sweetie. You're so smart."

"Th-Thank you..." Sunoo stuttered out. Did he really just ramble to you about maps? And did you actually just listen to him with interest? "What are you studying?"

"Oh, me?" you looked down, embarrassed again. "It's just history. I can't wrap my head around it and I have an exam next Wednesday."

"Oh...." Sunoo blinked. "I can help you."

And that's how he got invited to your dorm.

(And to hell with forgetting his feelings!)

Truth be told, you weren't the person that everyone thought you were.

It seemed like, to the rest of the school, you were just a perfect little angel. And the fact that you rejected every guy that made advances toward you only helped that image grow.

Everyone thought you were perfect, beautiful, and most of all, untouchable.

And that couldn't be any further than the truth.

The truth was simply that no one was good enough for you. 

Everyone had an essence of snobbery to them, something that you just couldn't get past. You wanted someone raw and genuine, someone that had more substance to them than just their daddy's money.

Which was why you wanted Sunoo Kim.

And you wanted him bad.

There was something so fucking attractive amount the way he'd push up his glasses, eyes squinting to get a better look of the board as he messily jotted down notes.

There was something so charming about the way he clenched his jaw when he was concentrated, his brows furrowing.

There was something that made your stomach flip whenever he rolled up his sleeves to do some math problem that you probably couldn't understand.

There was something that made you so obsessed whenever he swiped his tongue over his plush lips, his eyes brightening as he explained his favorite topic.

God, you didn't just want him. You needed him.

All these years, you did everything with him at the back of your mind. Would Sunoo Kim look up from his massive textbook if you wore this skirt? Maybe he'd even breathe in your direction if you got a better grade on this exam. 

You didn't get it. Everyone looked at you, yet the only person that you wanted to look at you did not.

You wanted Sunoo Kim, and you wanted him bad.

You and Sunoo agreed to meet on Monday and Tuesday to help you study for your history exam on Wednesday.

On Monday, the two of you met in the library right after school. It was a quiet, focused session, covering all the necessary sections in a short amount of time. For the first time ever, you actually understood the concepts!

On Tuesday, the two of you agreed to meet in your dorm at 7PM, because that was when you knew your roommates would be gone.

You glanced at the analogue clock pinned high on the wall near the entrance of your dormitory. Every dorm room had one, as mandated by the school to promote punctuality— all the exact same model with a red-brown base, serif lettering, and a gold trim. Yet, the clock in your dorm felt slower, much slower than it should.

6:47PM, it read, the slow ticks pushing off the walls as if to tease you.

Couldn't 7PM come any faster?

Your eyes fell over to your roommate's mirror in the corner of her desk. 

The Academy's uniform was strict. Collared button-up, the school blazer with its crest crisply embroidered on, for girls the skirt at a reasonable length: it was all very stringent. All students were required to wear the uniform during school hours.

This study session with Sunoo would not be during school hours. You picked out your best top— a pretty, white top with a delicate lace trim. You always got the most stares when you wore this one (and hopefully, Sunoo would stare at you).

You never thought that you had to put any more effort into your appearance than you usually did, but as the clock ticked on the wall, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

You knew you were pretty, but what if Sunoo didn't think the same? Did you look weird today? You swore your face was feeling puffy earlier— should you do something? What if you suddenly woke up today and you morphed into a frog-like creature, and everybody knew except you?

You picked at your fingernails as you waited (im)patiently for 7PM to come. Your palms felt a little clammy, and your heart pounded in your chest with each passing minute.

And finally, just when all of your self-confidence was beginning to slip from your grasp, you heard a knock at your door.

If it was anybody else, you would've taken your time to get to the door, maybe even shout a little "Just a minute!"

But because it was the Sunoo Kim, you couldn't help but eagerly scurry to the door. You would've been embarrassed because Sunoo could 100% hear your loud footsteps as you rushed to the door, but you were too engulfed by your nerves to even think of it.

"Hi, sweetheart!" you blurted the second you opened your door, a bright smile on your face. There Sunoo stood, with his delicate face and thin gold-rim glasses, looking composed and focused as ever. And god did that make you want him.

"Oh, hi," Sunoo said coolly, pushing up the glasses on his nose. Though, you missed the way his eyes twitched, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he sucked in a sharp breath.

The two of you stood at the door for a few moments, just staring at each other. Your smile never faltered. If anyone were to see you, they'd see hearts in your eyes and a sparkly, pink lovey-dovey aura radiating off of you.

"Come in!" you said cheerfully, letting the boy into your dorm.

The two of you got to work pretty quickly. If there was one thing about Sunoo that you could appreciate, it was his sheer willpower and concentration when it came to academics.

It wasn't like you didn't try in school. That couldn't be further from the truth; you always tried your best, even when your best didn't earn you the best marks. 

Sunoo was just another level. You couldn't understand how he did it. He was so focused and intelligent, it made your chest feel warm and fuzzy.

The moment that he stepped inside, he had your textbook and notes cracked open immediately, asking you questions that were just a little too difficult for your mind to wrap around.

"What?!" you cried, your face scrunching as jumbled words that you couldn't understand fell from his lips. You looked at Sunoo incredulously. "We did not study that!"

You could have sworn Sunoo chuckled at your confusion, his eyes squeezing into thin crescents as the corner of his lips lifted. Usually, you'd feel embarrassed for not quite being the brightest, but Sunoo never made you feel that way.

"Lee is your professor," Sunoo pushed up his glasses, unable to hold back airy chuckles at your outrage. You nodded. "Well, he's notorious for his ridiculous trick questions, right? As your study-buddy, it's my duty to prepare you as best as I can."

That's when you got up from your desk chair and flopped over onto your bed, groaning into your pillows. 

"Why do you have to be so thoroughhhh?" you whined, kicking your feet.

Your heart fluttered when Sunoo laughed. 

Yes, laughed. 

It was high-pitched and breathy, like he was sucking in breaths of air only to push it out with a pretty giggle.

You whipped your head around, picking it up from the pillow. You stared at the boy with wide eyes. 

God, how could anyone be so beautiful?

You watched the boy laugh, completely and utterly infatuated with him. He was so cute. You needed him now.

You threw your head back into the pillow, continuing to groan and whine, in the hopes that it would make him laugh.

"You hate meeeeeee," you whined, "You hate meeeee!"

"I don't!" Sunoo laughed, his hands slapping his knees, "I don't hate you."

You whined again, kicking your feet. "You doooo."

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, filled with quiet giggles. From your desk, Sunoo nudged you with his foot, earning another cute whine from you.

You were cute. And hardworking and enthusiastic. But that wasn't a surprise to Sunoo. 

Sunoo watched as you shouted at your roommate who came back to the dorm to fetch something she left behind.

"Hurry up, Yujin!" you chided quietly, trying to get Yujin out of the dorm as quickly as possible... before your momentum with Sunoo was lost. "Move it, move it!"

"Geez, sorry!" Yujin rummaged through her things, trying to look for whatever she forgot. 

When Yujin finally left, you never closed the door any fast, eagerly turning back to Sunoo and plopping down on your bed.

"Sorry, sweetie" you murmured, a frown on your face. "My friends are having a party tonight and Yujin forgot her lipstick, or something. Her stupid crush is there so she needs to look 'perfect' or whatever."

"Party?" Sunoo cocked a brow.

"Yeah," you rolled your eyes. "It's for someone's birthday."

Sunoo narrowed his eyes. 

Did you skip your friends' birthday party just to study for your history exam? 

.

.

.

Pause.

Did you just ditch your friends just to study with him?

A strange noise came out of Sunoo's lips as his cheeks felt warm.

Relax, he thought. It wasn't like it was a date or anything. Surely, you were just trying to get a good grade. That's why you chose to study instead of party.

"I was gonna go," you said smoothly, looking at your nails, "But how could I miss out on time with you?"

Sunoo's ears burned. 

"Oh— Well—" Just as words were becoming coherent in his head, you just had to drop that on him. He spluttered. "Thank you...? I-I— I mean—"

You chuckled. You got off the bed and joined Sunoo again at your desk. "Let's study, sweetheart."

For the next hour or so, the two of you were in a deep study session. Every word that you read and every word that fell from Sunoo's mouth, you soaked up like a sponge. You needed to pass this exam, and even more, you needed to make Sunoo's efforts worth it. He already spent yesterday and today helping you; you did not want to waste his time and fail.

Your dorm room was quiet now. Other than the sound of pages turning, pencils on parchment, and the distant sound of partying down the halls, the room was silent. From time to time, someone would run down the halls, probably running after their friend. You and Sunoo would look up at each other and share a chuckle.

You had just finished a practice test a few minutes ago, and now Sunoo was grading it for you. Meanwhile, you read up on your notes once again. Holding the notebook up, you hid behind it, creating a wall between you and Sunoo. 

You feared that if you could see Sunoo, you wouldn't be able to concentrate.

Well, just him being in the same room as you was already enough to make your mind drift. How could you not?

His concentrated expression made you feel weak to your knees, his fox-like eyes drilling into your practice test. His skin looked so perfect and airbrushed, you just wanted to pounce on him and mark it up and—

Okay, too far.

But still.

You've been studying for a good hour now. It wouldn't hurt to take a break, right?

You peeked over the side of your notebook to catch a glimpse of Sunoo. He was minding his own business and doing it quietly, but he looked so good that you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Yep, this was the break that your eyes needed, from those hunking paragraphs of text and difficult-to-read stimuli.

"Do you need something?" Sunoo asked, not moving his eyes from the practice test that he was currently grading. 

You felt your cheeks heat up. How did he notice your staring so quickly? This must mean that he could always notice you staring at him! Fuck, fuck, fuck, were you weird? He definitely thought you were weird now, and—

"N-Nothing," you stammered out, immediately burying yourself back into your notebook. In fact, you even went as far as turning your entire back from him out of embarrassment.

.

.

.

So embarrassing!

"I don't mind..." Sunoo murmured.

You snapped your head over to him. "W-What?"

Did you hear him correctly?

"I said..." This time, it was Sunoo's turn to hide his head behind the paper, making it impossible for you to see face. "I said I don't mind if you stare at me."

You felt light-headed.

Everything— from the deep espresso scent in the air to Sunoo's soft cologne to the way his moles littered his skin to the way he was sat so attractively at your desk, spouting intelligent nonsense at you to the very way that his glasses sat on his nose— everything about Sunoo was driving you mad.

Insane.

You didn't feel like yourself. You didn't feel like the perfect angel that everyone wanted you to be.

You felt like a selfish animal about to pounce on another. You felt like you were going to sink your teeth into his neck and ravage him.

Your head was spinning. Everything was spinning. Your skin felt hot, your mouth dry, as if it needed something to satiate it now. You were thirsty, thirsty for Sunoo, and nothing would be able to satisfy you but him.

And before you could even control yourself, you threw aside your notebook, grabbed Sunoo's face, and smashed your lips against his.

In that moment, it felt like all time stopped.

You couldn't feel anything, other than your hands that delicately clutched Sunoo's face, and your lips that were pressed against his. Your heart pounded in your ears. You felt like you were tied to a pyre, burnt like a sinner at the stake, yet it felt good.

But the moment that you heard Sunoo's breath hitch in his throat, a guttural sound tumbling out, you regained your senses.

Immediately, you pulled away, stumbling back as you caught your breath.

Sunoo's face was bright red as he stared at you. He took heavy breaths, almost like he wasn't breathing before.

"I-I'm—" you blurted, your mind not quite thinking straight. When your eyes met with Sunoo's you nearly bursted. "I-I'm so sorry— I don't know what came over me."

Sunoo only stared at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. What on earth did you just do? Suddenly, you were hit with regret and embarrassment.

You spluttered, apologies and jumbled words spilling out of your lips. Yet, Sunoo wasn't listening.

Your words fell upon deaf ears. 

Sunoo was too busy staring at your lips.

And if you weren't too busy apologizing, you would notice the way Sunoo's teeth dug into his bottom lip, his fists clenching as his nails prodded into his palms. You would notice the way Sunoo stared at you with glazed over eyes, how his pupils were blown out.

You would notice Sunoo's own self-control slipping out of his grasp.

After all the torment that he's been through— all your light touches, appearances in his dreams, and goddamn pretty smiles— Sunoo could feel his resolve being torn from his hands. He did his best; he dug his claws into what determination and control he had, but alas, it wasn't enough.

And as fast as you could blink, Sunoo grabbed your wrist and pulled you in against his chest.

Holding you by the waist, Sunoo gripped your chin. 

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was desperate. "Please, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whispered, your hands sliding up his chest to hold his broad shoulders. "Yes, please kiss me."

As the last syllable left your lips, Sunoo wasted no time crashing his lips against yours. 

Unlike his usual quiet and calm self, his lips were the complete opposite. They were rough and hungry, eating you like a starved man. You whined against his lips, gripping Sunoo's hair with weak fingers. 

It was a messy kiss. An inexperienced, messy kiss that any of your friends would jeer about. No rhythm, no ebb or flow, just feeling.

But to you, this was what you needed. 

You could taste the desperation on Sunoo's tongue; the taste of someone pushed to the edge and now finally tipping over. It sent electric waves of warmth down your skin, your stomach doing flips as his hands roamed.

Then, Sunoo gently pushed you onto the bed, his lips swollen as he peered down at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked quickly, making sure that he didn't push too hard.

You only smiled. "Mhm."

Sunoo got on top of you, being careful to not crush you under him.

It looked just like his dream.

The smell of espresso coffee in the air, the two of you in bed, and did you think he wouldn't notice the white lace top that you chose to wear? Just for him.

Sunoo leaned on his elbows for support as he was on top of you, leaning in to kiss you.

Except, before his lips could meet yours, you giggled, placing your hands on his shoulders to stop him.

Sunoo looked at you concerned, like a deer in headlights. Had he done something wrong?

But you only smiled. 

Gently, you put your hands on his glasses, straightening them out. They had gotten crooked earlier when the two of you first kissed. 

"Can I take these off, sweetie?" you asked.

Shivers ran down his spine at the nickname. Sunoo hummed, too eager to kiss you to even care if he'd be half-blind without them. You took his glasses off, putting it on your bedside table.

Sunoo took your face in his hands, his fox-like eyes staring into your eyes. 

"You look so beautiful," he breathed. Sunoo's head dived for your neck. His breath tickled your skin, making you let out a whimper. "So, so, so beautiful."

With that, Sunoo began pressing open-mouthed kisses on your neck. With each kiss you let out a moan, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck and pulling at his hair. Your legs wrapped around him, your head falling back into the pillows to give Sunoo better access.

"Su— Sunoo— ahh," you struggled out, especially when Sunoo sucked on your skin. Although he was only kissing your neck, your entire body felt like jelly, including your brain. "Sunoo— I-I'm sensi— sensitive there."

"Sensitive where?" Sunoo asked simply, ignoring the way that you squirmed under him.

When you could only moan in response, you could feel Sunoo grin against you.

His lips nipped at your collarbone. "Sensitive here?"

"A-Ah—" you moaned, your arm jerking out to grip the bed sheets below you.

Sunoo kissed a wet line to your jugular, right at the center of your neck. "What about here?"

When all you could do was whimper, he grinned again. His lips traveled to the very side of your neck, just under your ear.

"What about here?" he asked again.

But instead of a moan or whimper, you laughed. You threw your head back again, pulling Sunoo's head into your chest in an embrace as soft giggles left your lips.

"I'm ticklish there," you giggled out. You bring a hand up to brush up against that spot on your neck. You grinned softly. "Sorry, I'm ticklish there I guess."

Sunoo nodded into your shoulder. He took in your scent, the feeling of you pressed up against him. He didn't mind that your little session was interrupted by something light-hearted. After all, he got to learn something about you, no matter how small.

And just as Sunoo was listening to your heartbeat, you pulled him back. 

"Turn over," you instructed. He did just that. You were now on top of him. "My turn."

Just like in his dream. 

He was in for a long night.

"Sunoo!" you shouted, your legs moving faster than you could think. The moment that you spotted his familiar back, you pounced on him, throwing your arms around him. "Sunoo, guess what?!"

Sunoo looked over his shoulder, swallowing back any embarrassment and shyness as you hugged him. Everyone in the hallway was staring at you by now, but it seemed like you didn't care. And if you didn't care, then he didn't care either. "What?"

You turned the boy over. It was now that he noticed the papers in your hands. You shoved it in his face, big red numbers at the forefront.

"One hundred percent!" you exclaimed. It was your history exam. "I got one hundred percent!"

The two of you celebrated (i.e. you hugged Sunoo) in the hallway, completely ignoring anyone that was staring. After all, it was Wednesday afternoon and the dining period was ending soon.

"Good job," Sunoo smiled. He was happy. "You did great."

"I couldn't have done it without you!" Your smile was so bright that it could light up the entire academy. You threw your arms around him again, this time pushing your face into his neck. You squeezed him. "Oh, thank you, thank you!"

You pulled back, looking at him with big, glimmering eyes. You took his hands in yours, squeezing them excitedly.

Feeling bold, Sunoo pushed up his glasses before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Your neck," he rasped, "I can see the hickeys."

Your eyes widened into saucers at that, immediately fixing your shirt's collar. Your face was painted with shyness, squeezing your eyes shut. Your panic was so evident that anyone could probably tell. So cute.

"Just kidding," Sunoo chuckled, before he turned on his heel and began walking away from you, ignoring your cute shouting as you followed after him.

Yeah, he'd regret that later. After all, you had him on a leash, and there was no way in hell that he could escape you. 

He wasn't going to sleep tonight, one way or another. Not if it's you.

[partycatty]

Johnny cage and mayB some others being mind numbingly in love

Like they talk to reader and everytime just feel so stupid afterwards because theyre so in love and do stupid shit to impress

i love stupid men anon this works so well for me

johnny, raiden, kung lao, syzoth > stupid in love

warnings: big stupid hot sexy men (what else is new?), bojack horseman minor spoiler?? LMFOAMOF

+ bonus surprise character at the very end

masterlist

johnny >

• have you guys LMAO have you guys seen the. DLGHSDKJ the episode of bojack horseman where bojack gives diane the D in from the hollywood sign?? johnny is SO extra like that and for WHAT.

• OR YOU GUYS KNOW WHEN TODDLERS LIKE REALLY WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING AND THEY JUST KEEP SAYING "LOOKIT" LMFAFOIFMOA

• "reader, reader are you watching - reader, reader watch -" as he's like about to absolutely FUCK UP a nerds rope or some stupid shit

• okay i'll be fr. johnny is by far the most concerningly extra of the entire group. he will put himself in stupid danger just to impress you.

• "watch me take on all these guys at once!" he'll call out to you during your time at the academy, surrounded by a dozen monks. he's in a sling and bandages the next day.

• "kenshi, i bet you sento that i can jump from the roof like bi-han did!" BAM.

• he'd randomly give you expensive gifts out of absolutely nowhere. or he'd give his one of many glasses away to you because he "has no use for them" or they're "out of style" (he's lying, he just wants to see you wear something that's his).

• oh? you briefly mention you're a tad chilly during training? oh no, johnny's top fell off, i guess he has to give it to you now. you know, to stay warm. oh, you don't want his top? okay, here's a comically fluffy, expensive coat! and it just so happens to be your size...!

• lowkey i headcanon johnny as, despite being an actor, pretty blushy if someone matches his energy or really gets under his skin. you'll pass by him with a witty comment about his fighting style, or even just to tell him he cleaned up nice after getting his ass kicked by raiden. johnny just stands there with steam spitting from his red ears, hand on his chest as he fights a stupid grin.

• he is down ASTRONOMICALLY. not even the elder gods can stop this man from being so drunk in love when you're around. he makes it everyone's problem.

raiden >

• we see how flustered he gets when he's called out by kitana. he's a grown man with dick and balls but he's also flustered very easily! he'll be decently vocal about his affection for you, but then word trickles down to your ear, at which point it's so over for him.

• walks into walls when he's so entranced by you training. like face first into a wall, his hat fluttering to the ground. kung lao loses it.

• he can't even hear what you're saying when you speak to him, it sounds like an angel muffled by the clouds of heaven. raiden's also not the greatest with his powers granted by the amulet. if you go in to touch his arm playfully, a jolt of electricity pricks your palm and you yelp. raiden can only sputter apologies as he bows down, his cheeks tinted.

• he's the type to do little favors for you, ones you barely notice. your spot at the table is tidied, the training dummy is prepped for your fighting style, or he's the first one to bring you something if you forget it. that, and tiny favors to butter you up to him.

• "reader, you said you were nauseous last training. i prepared you some tea," he'd slide the small cup over to you, fighting a goofy smile. he rehearsed his script a few times, so he sounded more static than intended.

• will ask you questions about training or the weather just to hear your voice. he couldn't even recall what you were saying, he just loved the way your lips moved.

• kung lao pokes at him for this often, nudging him or making comments about you being his partner when you're not. raiden will stomp on his foot to keep him from talking about his infatuation if you're around. as if you don't already know.

kung lao >

• he's totally the bouncing on his heels type of man. he'll stare at you with a stupid grin, like a kid in a candy store.

• "was there something you needed, kung lao?" you'd ask as you tended to your own duties, organizing various equipment into baskets.

• "ah, no, not at all," he'd wave you off with a grin. "just enjoying... the view."

• you cringe at his words, chuckling to yourself as he speaks you in a daze. his mouth runs off before his brain can stop it from happening, so his biggest downfall with his crush is yapping. he'll sit there and explain his family history to you, or how much he hated farming cabbage, or his favorite meal at madam bo's just to keep you around long enough.

• kung lao always has this desire to keep you close by, so he continuously does stupid shit to keep you by his side. including but not limited to accidentally slicing his hands on his hat, one that he swore was a genius idea. in concept, probably.

• he wants to impress you so bad. SO BAD. anything he does is deserving of a bragging right if he's the one to do it. lao would totally try to shrug it off so you could gas him up more. any compliment, forced or not, was music to his ears.

• "yeah, i totally beat raiden," he'll check his nails nonchalantly as he leans against the wall, telling you the story of the cabbage competition for dinner against his best friend. "really swept him."

• "that's just not true," raiden would try to interject when he heard lao's version of the story. kung lao just holds eye contact with you, grinning, as he shoves raiden aside by his face.

syzoth >

• im sorry IM SORRY BUT I JUST LOVE THE HC THAT HIS TAIL WAGS I KNOW THATS NOT HOW THAT WORKS JUST- JUST BEAR WITH ME.

• you hear thumping when you're around, though you're never able to find out where it's coming from, so you chalk it up to the monks landing blows against the wooden dummies.

• but the sound lingers when you're at dinner. the table is... rattling.

• you look up to see if anyone else notices or if you were hit too hard during training. but, you see everyone staring past you. just down the table, syzoth is sitting with a pile of bugs on his plate, his tail thumping in and out of view.

• "syzoth," kenshi will gently say, leaning into his ear to whisper something. syzoth flushes a green tint and tries to resume to his meal, the bugs scurrying out of his chopsticks as he struggles to keep it together.

• out of respect for his dignity, you hold your tongue at his obvious affection. syzoth tries to keep it under wraps but he can't help it when you're just so cute!

• he'll stand close by you, inching closer and closer until you notice. he'll slip you little trinkets and flora with a small smile. anything from a rock that matches the shades of your eye, to a flower he picked by the gardens, to a stick. a nice stick, to be fair! you wonder if this is zaterran courtship.

• "it reminded me of you," he'd lean into your ear. your bedside table is decorated with various... outside decor.

BONUS! kitana >

• kitana knew she couldn't get entangled with the umgadi after seeing how risky mileena is with tanya, but my god were you breathtaking.

• you would often accompany her in the carriages as she waved to her people, eyes transfixed on her. you're devoted to her protection. it is your god-given duty. your eye contact was too much at times, and kitana would often catch herself staring at you, her hand suspended in the air. she'd forget to wave.

• "is everything alright, my princess?" you would ask innocently, in a low tone to avoid raising suspicion. kitana's mind short circuits when you call her... yours. even if you're referring to the umgadi's worship. she shakes her head and clears her throat, pulling her mask up higher to conceal her blush.

• if she were to give speeches on her mother's behalf or otherwise, she'd find herself forgetting what the rehearsed, or hell, struggling to rehearse. you were the one she'd come to for help with speeches, yet you made things ten times harder when you'd lean in to listen to her better. it makes her mind absolutely numb.

• "and you tell me to steer away from the umgadi," mileena would rasp into her ear as the sister sat on their thrones, you positioned by her side and eyes forward. "it seems you picked a favorite, sister."

• "i'm not the only guilty one," she'd hiss back to her sister, nodding at tanya. "it won't get in the way of duties, as long as mother doesn't know."

• you'd fight to netherrealm and back for your princess. as you fight off intruders or threats, kitana forgets to escape, instead transfixed on the way your muscles would contract and flex with each blow.

• she wants to be the one to care for your wounds. the power imbalance means nothing to her, you're her equal.

[cheolhub]

LOVE SCENE — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐

summary. you’re scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.

wc. 2.3k

warnings. college au. nerdy soft dom!seokmin, breeding kink xx, obscene amounts of dirty talk, pinch of angst, literal love making, unprotected sex, marriage kink, HEAVY praise, baby talk, v minimal plot im sorry — MINORS DNI 18+

note. DAMN ok i have a lot to say so i’ll keep it short. ONE this was a request but like i kinda didn’t do anything the request asked for and im so sorry, i hope u can forgive me anon. TWO i literally lost sight of the plot so dont ask me abt any missing details ehehb just enjoy seok being hot <3 THREE happy belated birthday to my minnie <3 FOUR thank u to my luvr @rkiv4d for beta-ing. yas ok enjoy

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

how seokmin pulled you, the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth, he has no clue. he’s what people call a ‘nerd’ with his thick-rimmed glasses and his abnormally high IQ and you’re the pretty girl that didn’t understand the simplicity of covalent and ionic bonds who fell head over heels for him. 

you couldn’t help it, he was so smart and so fucking pretty. he was awkward and he giggled when he got nervous and he was so unbelievably goofy that it had you laughing till you cried. nevertheless, he was the most beautiful man ever. 

then you asked him out. he remembers it like it was yesterday. the last day of your chem class– the end of the first semester of your sophomore year– right after your final. you thanked him incessantly, giving him a hug for helping you get a B in the class. you told him you’d rather thank him another way— another way being a date. with you. at your place with a homemade dinner. 

he would’ve been stupid to decline. so he didn’t. and the rest was history. seokmin became your boyfriend, grew more confident in himself, and fell in love with you.

now you’re in your final year, the last few weeks approaching quickly, and you’ve been anxious. anxious about seokmin leaving you, anxious about going separate ways after graduation, anxious that this was all just fun and games till it was time to get serious about life.

seokmin has picked up on your behavioral patterns over the past 2 years. he knows you so well, probably better than anyone else in your life– probably better than he knows himself. 

so when seokmin sees you evading his eyes with his cock stretching you open, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“hey,” he whispers, stilling inside of you. when you don’t turn your head and your eyes are still closed, he calls for you. “baby?”

you feel your heart clench at the pet name. “hmm?” you hum.

“baby, do you not wanna do this anymore?” he questions worriedly, ready to pull away from you. “i can pull out.”

you mumble, “i-i do.” 

he cocks his head even more confused, “talk to me, pretty, what’s going on?”

he pushes into you some more, making you gasp and you can feel his expectant eyes burning holes into your face. you then realize he’s not gonna let this go, but it’s partially your fault for letting your mind wander while he was putting away the dinner you guys ate. you decide to just come out with it.

“‘m just… so scared of graduating…” you whimper between your words, eyes screwing tighter. 

he hums, “look at me, baby.” the demand comes out so soft, yet the sheer dominance of his voice makes you clench around him. you turn your head on the pillow, opening your eyes, and finally looking at him. “why?”

you shudder at the eye contact. he looks so pretty, so concerned over you, yet you’re still tense and oh-so nervous. the topic of post-grad has never come up, and now you’re mid-fuck about to tell him how you want to be with him forever. 

“i-i’m scared that… that you’re gonna go off without me,” you pant, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding him to keep you stable. 

“where am i gonna go, beautiful?” he whispers, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself inside of you. 

you whimper again, his massive cock filling you so well. “s-scared you’re gonna go do big things ‘n leave me…” 

he freezes at that, eyes widening, “leave you?” he asks incredulously as if he couldn’t believe that you’d ask that question. “baby, you think i’d leave you?” 

you nod slowly. “i dunno, ‘s just that i’ve been thinking ‘n you’re so smart– gonna go get a real job that’s across the country or something…” 

he’s honestly bewildered. why would you ever think something like that when he’s tried so hard to show you how much he loves you every single day?

“oh, baby, i would never fucking leave you.” he presses his forehead yours, nose rubbing against yours. “pretty fucking thing, i adore you— love you. more than anything.”

your eyes glisten with tears at the reassurance. you feel yourself relax under him, entirely fluttering at his words. “really?”

“yes, really. how can i prove it to you? want me to put a ring on your finger?” he whispers, breath fanning against your face. 

you gasp, clenching around him again, fingers digging into his muscles. he smiles, chuckling airly at your reaction. 

“my pretty baby wants that? you like that idea?” he asks, his sultry voice filling your ears. “you wanna be my wife?”

you nod your head, eyes fluttering shut as you moan, “yeah, w-wanna be your wife.” 

your response has seokmin reeling. he pulls his hips back and slams back into you making both of you moan again. 

“yeah? bet you want my kids, too.” he states boldly, mind cringing at his words and internally freaking out that you’ll get turned off at them. 

you choke, clamping tightly around his length. “f-fuck.” you cry. “d-don’t say things like that, seok.”

“why? ‘cuz i’m right?” he grunts, thrusts growing faster.

you nod your head and seokmin nearly cries, cock twitching at the idea of pumping you full of cum and getting you pregnant with his kids. you’d be such a great mom and he’d love having a mini-seok running around a nice, big house fit to take a family. 

admittedly, he’s been wanting to talk about his future with you. he’s been fantasizing about it since the first time he said he loved you. fantasizing about you being his wife and living together in a big house and having three kids and living happily ever after as if it were some fairytale. he’s imagined your kids and how they would be a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. he hopes that they’ll look like both of you– kids with your eyes and his nose. he’d kill for that.

“wanna put a baby in you,” he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. “swear to god, ‘m gonna give you everything you want– ‘ll get you a ring ‘n a house– everything. just say the word.”

you lift your head to press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth like a mad woman. your stomach drops in anticipation, suddenly craving the feeling of his warm cum filling you to the brim, sure to get you pregnant. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back and you can’t resist the cry that he ends up swallowing at the new angle. 

seokmin pulls back, panting, “gonna let me give it to you, baby?” 

“uh-huh!” you nod, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack as his speed increases. “yes, yes, please give it to me.” your response is wavered as you nearly choke on a sob of pleasure. 

and you know the decision is haste– a baby even though you still have a month left of undergrad seems… absurd to say the very least, but you don’t need to think about anything. you know seokmin. you know he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. he's an amazing boyfriend and person in general. you already know he’d make an even more amazing husband and father. 

who would’ve thought the nerdy man with glasses who was insanely good at chemistry would be the one you ended up with?

he lets out a guttural moan, “such a good girl, always saying please.” he praises, slamming into your sweet spot repeatedly.

and jesus fucking christ, your moans and cries are like music to his fucking ears. 

his head falls into your neck, licking and sucking at your skin. “never gonna leave, i promise. gonna make you mine, gonna take care of you.” he mumbles into the skin as he continues to mark and ravage you. 

the stimulation and his words are sending you into orbit as your stomach churns and tightens at the feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. his strokes are impressive, never missing a beat and unrelentingly hitting the spot that makes you crumble. 

he feels you tighten around him, gummy walls squeezing him in and he curses, “shit, is my pretty girl gonna cum already?” his voice borders on condescending, but it only makes the tightrope in your stomach all the more closer to completely unraveling. 

“y-yeah, so close,” you moan breathily as your pants increase, chest rising and falling rapidly. “so fuckin’ close, min, ‘m gonna cum.”

his lips find your ear and he whispers hotly against the shell, “come on, baby, cum for me so i can fill you up.” he gently tugs at your earlobe with his teeth and you can’t resist, back arching with a shiver running down your spine.

your orgasm brings you immense pleasure, white spots filling your vision as you cum with a loud sob. you feel it in your entire body, from your curled toes to your thrown back head. your eyes roll back, calling out his name and raking your nails down the skin of his arms. 

he coos, holding back a groan at the way you get even tighter as you soak him in arousal. “thaaat’s it, baby, just like that. so, so good for me.” he coaxes you through your euphoric high, fucking you through it as he always does. 

“s-so good,” you slur, parroting his words as your mind numbs a bit. 

he moans, letting the sound of your whimpers and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. he buries his head in your neck again, desperately rutting into you so he can let go, too. your eyes flutter closed again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. 

your overstimulated pussy pulses around him as you listen and whine along to your lover's muffled moans. you can tell he’s close. so close to giving you the life you’ve imagined for almost 2 years. so close to being yours forever. 

“seok, cum inside me,” you whisper and his hips stutter, yet they keep moving as if they have a mind of their own. he lifts his head and looks at you– his eyes are clouded over and teary, yet they’re filled with all the love in the world.

he looks so beautiful above you. his face is scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, eyes droopy, mouth hung open as pretty sounds exit his loose lips.

“i… fucking love you…so much.” he says in between pants, thrusts growing sloppy. the telltale signs of his fast approaching orgasm becoming heavily apparent. “god, so much, baby, love you so much.”

you nod your head, mirroring his pleasured face. “me too, seok, i love you.” your words are a bit scrambled, but seokmin makes sense of them– understands you so well. 

his eyes roll back a bit at your response, brain momentarily malfunctioning, but he comes back seconds later. “gonna take this load like a good girl, right, pretty? gonna get pregnant and let me marry you?” he moans out breathily, cock now twitching uncontrollably. 

“yes, yes, yes, please, wan’ it so bad!” you beg.

it’s all he needs to press his hips to yours, stilling there, and releasing inside of you while he moans out your name so prettily. it’s a newfound feeling for both of you– his cum coating your cunt, filling you up till it’s spilling on his freshly washed sheets. he’s grown accustomed to finishing on your skin or into a condom, but this? this is all very new. this is something he now can’t live without.

you think the same thing when you feel him spraying your walls with his thick ropes of cum. it feels so good– so euphoric– while it’s leaking out of you. you don’t know how you’ve gone your entire adult life without experiencing this at least once.  

“c-came so much, baby…” you whimper, feeling him pull his cock out of you. 

as soon as he sees his release dripping out of you, he groans softly, already feeling hard again, but he decides to ignore it for now, bringing his attention back to you.

“hey… love,” he says softly, noticing the way you perk up a bit from your tired state just at the sound of your name. “you should’ve told me you felt like that… i hate that you thought i’d just leave you ‘cause we won’t be in school anymore.”

you frown, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know how to bring it up without being awkward… it’s the real world and i dunno… things are different.”

he sighs, hands running up and down your naked sides. “i get it, but like i said, i wanna be with you forever.”

you blush, biting your lip to hide the wide grin that ends up on your face despite the fact. “yeah, i remember… was that a proposal by the way?” you ask meekly. 

he squeezes at your waist, “did you want it to be?” he beams.

“i mean, it was a bit untraditional, definitely not how i expected my wedding proposal to be.” 

“what? you mean you didn’t think you’d get proposed to while i had my dick inside you?�� he asks with faux incredulity. “i, for one, thought this was the best proposal ever. i even put a lil baby in you.”

you giggle, wrapping your legs around his body again, “you don’t know that, i’m not pregnant… yet.”

his heart swells at the idea and he smiles brightly at your blushy face, “well, maybe another round can change that, hmm?”

you pull him closer to you by the strength of your legs and say, “make me yours then, seokmin.”

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to sweet ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Tags:katsuki bakugou and super sweet fem reader! fluff and angst(?)

❣︎ ➝ A/n:hey guys!! another katsuki fic because why not also (^ｗ^) i swear im going to write a fully happy fluffy fic soon i just need more angst practice （◞‸◟）so for now you guys will suffer ( ｀▽´ ) this is also kind of rushed anyways ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy ⁽˙³˙⁾

When katsuki came to UA he hated everyone especially you.He didnt know why nor did he question it,he knew he hated you since the day you introduced yourself to the class all smiles and laughter, oh he hated it loathed it even everything about was to sweet the way your laughter filled the whole classroom,the way your bracelets clunked together in a beautiful remedy everytime you talked about something interesting,the way your perfume smelled like a mix of flowers and fruits,how you were so kind to everyone even him oh he hated that the most.

So obviously he made it his mission to ruin you,to break that sweet and kind personality of yours to find the monster underneath.He picked on you day after day calling you more insults than anyone else,pushing you in hallways,he even ripped your homework on “accident” after he stepped on it, and all you could do was flash him a sweet smile and carry on about your day.he wanted nothing more than to break your sweet demeanor.

One day while doing a training exercise you and him had gotten partnered up the goal was for you to find him and capture him,his goal as a “villian” was to defeat you and put the capture cuffs on you.He was so eager to finally be able to take out frustration on you and you to fight back.When this battle was going down of course he antagonized you yelling at you to come out from hiding,his location easily being revealed.You had sneak attacked him from the back giving you an easy win that wasnt even the worst part,the worst part was the fact that you had barely used your quirk and when he fell you offered a hand to help him up.

yeah he really hated you now.

He hated you so much because no matter what he did you still saw the good in him.He didnt realize this until one evening in the common room in the dorms.He was on the couch in a black tank top,red pajama pants losely hanging on his legs,reading glasses on his nose.You were in the kitchen in your pajamas,hair slightly frizzled from sleep,once you had grabbed you glass of water and a snack you headed to the couch toward him sitting down on the opposite side of him watching whatever show on your phone.He didnt say anything he just kept reading his book a comfortable silence falling over the room.Until he finally spoke up.

“Nerd can i ask you something”

“mhm”

“Why are you so damn nice to me” he said closing his book to look at you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You said it like it didnt pain you to be nice to him,like everytime you talked to him you chest wasn’t on fire,or maybe that was just him.Everytime he saw you his chest started to hurt,his stomach bubbling with something unpleasant maybe thats why he hated you because you could so easily get under his skin with your kindness having no trouble at all to show it and how much you believed in him.

So after a couple of months you broke down his tough demeanor he began to love the way your laughter drew him in like a siren,the way your bracelets so beautifully clanged together when you talked about something that interested you,the way he could recognize the smell of your perfume,he loved it so much it made his chest burn.

While his tough exterior began to soften,yours began to grow rougher.Your smile being a rare sight,your personality becoming colder,your responses shorter.He noticed this one day and of course he had to confront you after class.

“Oi whats wrong with you nerd”he said standing in front of your desk.

“What do you mean”you glared at him your once so loving eyes filled with hatred

“You haven’t been your usual annoying self”

“Well excuse me for being tired of being treated like shit”

“What the hell has gotten into you”

“I dont katsuki why dont you tell me huh? this is what you wanted right? to make me hate you well you got what you wanted..you know i tried being nice to you because i saw good in you,i knew that you accepting kindness would take time but you dont get to treat me like scum on the bottom of your damn shoe…Leave me alone bakugou.” you grabbed your things and stormed off

This isnt how he want this to go down he just didnt know how to explain himself so he watched you storm off that pain in his chest again,that weird bubbling feeling in his stomach,he wanted to call out to you to grab your wrist and explain everything.But he couldn’t not with the overwhelming growing lump in his throat.

Just then he realized that he didnt hate you,he never has,in reality he liked you

No he loved you

[flwrstqr]

𖠵 ⌇MY LOVE GUIDE FOR A NERD — TEASER

SYNOPSIS: as the stubborn older sister of the one and only kang sooha, the school's perfect golden girl, your life was a constant shadow compared to her shining light. one day, you find a heartfelt letter in your locker, only to realize it's from heeseung, the school's notorious nerd or loser, and it's meant for sooha. a brilliant idea strikes—you'll offer heeseung a deal: test answers and homework help in exchange for your guidance to win over soohab But as you dive deeper into the plan, you start to see heeseung in a new light, and your heart begins to betray you. who knew if heeseung felt the same?

featuring loser!heeseung x fem!reader (feat cho miyeon from gidle, choi yeonjun from txt)

genre high school au, romance, one sided enemies to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, long fic, fluff, angst, oblivious x oblivious, tutor au ish

word count teaser is 500, (fic est about 9k-10k wc)

warnings sooha dating your ex, yn being compared to sooha, yn kind of using heesseung in the beginning, profanity, kissing (no suggestive stuff or nsfw), small grammar errors (sorry), sooha using heeseung later on, yn being a bit stubborn in the beginning

disclaimer i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.

release date by the last week of jul hopefully

taglist open! send an ask or comment to be added @seuliecore @isa942572 @txtlyn @immelissaaa @isabellah29 @korok127-not-nct127 @heeheeyeoiizz01 @heelee-01

danielle note so i kind of like had this idea for a few months for now. lowkey i fell in love with the plot while thinking of this so i thought it was a must to write this. so here i am >o<

YOU GO TO YOUR LOCKER AND NOTICE A LETTER, its envelope adorned with colorful stickers and cute doodles. The sight alone makes you curious. With a quick glance around to make sure no one is watching, you rip open the envelope and unfold the letter inside.

The paper is thick and slightly scented, and the handwriting is neat and careful, clearly written with a lot of thought and effort. As you begin to read, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Dear Sooha,

I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve admired you from afar for so long, and I can’t keep my feelings to myself any longer. Your kindness, intelligence, and beauty have captivated me, and I find myself thinking about you constantly. I know this might come as a surprise since we don’t interact much, but I see you every day, and each moment I do, I’m struck by how incredible you are.

Your smile lights up the room, and your laughter is like music to my ears. I find myself daydreaming about what it would be like to be the reason behind that smile, to share in your joy and be a part of your life. You are not only beautiful but also kind-hearted and intelligent. The way you treat everyone with such warmth and respect makes you stand out even more.

I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, but I never had the courage. I’m not the most outgoing person, and I often find myself lost in the background. But every time I see you, I feel a little braver, a little more hopeful. I’ve decided it’s time to take a chance, to step out of the shadows and let you know how I feel.

Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. No matter what your response is, I’m glad I finally mustered up the courage to express my feelings. You deserve to know how truly special you are.

Sincerely, Lee Heeseung"

Your jaw drops. Lee Heeseung, the school’s infamous nerd, likes you? The very thought is almost laughable. But then you notice the name again: Sooha. You roll your eyes as realization hits. This love letter wasn’t meant for you at all; it was intended for your younger sister, Sooha, the popular golden child of the school.

You glance across the room and spot Heeseung just as he walks into the classroom. He’s the epitome of a nerd, with his oversized glasses slipping down his nose, a mountain of books clutched in his arms, and an awkward shuffle in his step. He pauses to push his glasses up, and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes dart nervously around the room

And then, an idea strikes you. A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you tuck the letter back into its envelope.

Your eyes follow Heeseung as he makes his way to his seat, and you feel a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. This could be interesting.

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[octuscle]

If a nerd in highschool suddenly gained muscular body, without an effect on his brains or mental state

How quickly would he actually, naturally change? Maybe the attention gives him an ego?

Or maybe the jocks want to be his friend

How much of a jock could the nerd become?

Project diary, entry 1 (Friday)

My name is Salomon Miller. I live in Providence, Connecticut and am a senior in high school. I wouldn't say I have any real hobbies, but I am interested in art history, architecture, astronomy and geology. And many other things. I read a lot and actually everything I can get my hands on. But my passion is sociology and political science. That's also one of the reasons why I'm writing this diary. Starting next semester, I will be studying at Stanford and have a full scholarship, which is linked to my participation in a project. The Department of Sociology will use my person to investigate the effects of serious physical changes on the psyche and behavior. I won't find out in advance what the physical changes are, but the changes were set in motion with the help of an injection that I received today.

My parents support me in the project. My father is a lawyer specializing in environmental law, my mother is a neurologist and psychiatrist. Neither of them understand why I chose to study sociology, but as they both studied at Stanford, they accept my plans. They don't have many options either, they are both in Europe for a long time. My mother has a research semester at the University Hospital of Heidelberg and my father is currently representing a client in a lengthy case at the European Court of Justice. I've known this situation since I was a child. I'm used to having our gardener or Consuela, our housekeeper, as my social contact. That's not meant in a negative way, I love my parents, even if our contact is often less intensive. This has taught me a certain independence, which I really appreciate.

Today is the Friday evening before the last weekend of the summer vacation. The date was chosen deliberately for the injection. This gives me until Monday morning to get used to the upcoming transformation. At the moment, I feel nothing more than a certain tiredness. Normally I would go for a long walk or read something. But I'm just exhausted and will go to bed early.

Project diary, entry 2 (Saturday)

I woke up at around 03:00 in the morning. I was scared to death. I was almost strangled by my pyjamas. I tried to rip the top off my body. I tore it completely to shreds. I was no longer wearing my pyjama bottoms, which were already lying in tatters in my bed. It was clear to me that the transformation had begun. And a look in the bathroom mirror gave me certainty. My whole body was twitching, just like I'd seen in a Hulk movie. Except I didn't turn green. But my muscles literally grew. In fact, little else has changed. I am still clearly me. Even though my neck was already wider than my head, which is why I almost suffocated in my pyjamas, this was still my face. My hairstyle unchanged. My eyesight was also the same. Fortunately, the head can't get any more muscular, the glasses still fit. My thoughts were running amok in my head, I can't describe the feeling, especially as the cramps didn't stop and the muscles continued to grow. I lay down on my bed and tried to relax. At around 04:30 the cramps subsided and I fell asleep again from exhaustion.

When I woke up at around 09:45, I was lying sticky and sweaty in a dried up puddle of semen. Obviously I had ejaculated once or several times. After getting up, I went to the bathroom to assess the change. According to the scales, I now weigh 120 kilograms (I assume that documentation in metric units is more scientific), my height is unchanged at 182 cm. What has actually changed is the length of my penis, which is now 18 cm when flaccid. I have not yet been able to measure the length when erect. In fact, I would have thought that the sight of a muscular man would somehow excite me. But my head has been working like crazy since I got up, I suppose my blood is needed in my brain and is not available for an erection. The shower was still an incredible experience. My body feels great. I had no idea what muscles felt like. However, I realized while showering that I had a problem: None of my clothes would fit me anymore. And my father is smaller than me and, like I was until yesterday, is also more of an ectomorph. My only hope was that José, our gardener, who is probably almost as muscular as me and about my height, had some of his clothes in the dirty laundry. He and Consuela both don't work at the weekend and I didn't want to invade his room.

I was actually lucky and managed to find a pair of jeans, a jockstrap, a T-shirt and a pair of tennis socks in the laundry. Everything smelled very unpleasant and at first I thought about washing it first and then putting it on, but then decided against it. Instead, I went to the mall as I was to buy something new to wear. There is an expense account from the project, which is presumably intended for exactly these cases. Shopping really was an ordeal. As usual, I went to Macy's at Providence Place Mall first, but I realized pretty quickly that I wasn't going to find anything in my size there besides clothes for gym class. Then I went to Abercrombie & Fitch for the first time. The sales assistants literally pounced on me. The XXL T-shirts fitted reasonably well, my thighs were too big for the jeans, but shorts were fine. Fortunately, the weather forecast for the next few days is still very good.

Even though I was extremely focused on quickly working through my shopping list and getting back home, I didn't miss the effect I had on my body. Not only did the sales clerks pay much more attention to me, people turned to me, nodded appreciatively at me and greeted me. It all made me extremely uncomfortable. I was glad when I got home again.

Project diary, entry 3 (Sunday)

I'm not really a religious person, but I value the institution of the church as a culturally integrating entity. So I probably would have actually gone to church, but I would have been very uncomfortable in shorts and low-cut t-shirts that exposed my chest. So I spent the day making up my bed, doing the laundry and getting ready for the first day of school after the vacations. My story for teachers and classmates will be that I spent the summer in Europe with my parents and discovered my enthusiasm for the gym out of boredom. I have no idea whether this story will be accepted. As much as possible, I completed the course enrollment online. Because I really have no idea what I can do with this body, I signed up for boxing and wrestling. The alternative would have been football, but I have no experience at all with team and ball sports. Swimming used to be the sport I hated the least, but a few laps in our pool today have shown me that my body has become less streamlined. Although I have a lot more strength, my times are worse than usual.

I have signed up again for the astronomy and chess clubs. Apart from that, I thought it made sense to leave myself enough time to be able to react to unexpected events.

My first real test was my Sunday video conference with my parents. As I can't hide anything, I decided to take the offensive and had the conversation in nothing but my swimming trunks by the pool. Even though I had no real idea of my parents' reaction, I was actually taken aback. My mother scientifically dissected the situation and said that my body was probably more efficient now and therefore I would have a benefit gain. My father disagreed, as he assumed that a bulkier body had a worse ecological balance. In the beginning, I tried to approach this project as objectively as possible. But then I couldn't help but start crying. I was afraid of tomorrow. And my parents actually showed something like emotion and compassion.

Project diary, entry 4 (Monday)

I was expecting something like running the gauntlet. But the first day at school was actually relatively unproblematic. Most of my friends at least pretended to believe my story about my stay in Europe. The teachers were not surprised either and largely went straight back to business as usual. The only noticeable reaction came from the musclemen and jocks. I have the feeling that they never took their eyes off me. When there was eye contact, I received a respectful nod. Otherwise, I felt a bit like a foreign lion approaching a pride of lions. Every muscle of the alpha animals and their water carriers was tense and ready to strike if I got too close to their watering hole. I'm looking forward to my first PE lesson tomorrow.

Project diary, entry 6 (Tuesday)

While the morning was more of a triumph, the afternoon was a debacle. The subject matter in chemistry and physics suits me very well, everything is very interesting. There shouldn't be any significant challenges in Spanish lessons either. But the new Spanish teacher is also an advantage here. Based on her first impression, she probably thought I was a hollow nut. She didn't expect me to have already read Don Quixote in the original and in the contemporary Spanish transcription during the vacations.

I embarrassed myself to the bone in gym class. Of course, after my contrived lie, everyone assumed that I knew my way around the gym like the back of my hand. And I don't even know how to hold a barbell properly. Interestingly, no one laughed at me or anything. On the contrary, they all assumed that I'm extremely underchallenged and told me that I should just train for myself and that I should join them next week after I've learned the basics. But maybe that was just polite contempt.

In any case, I spent the whole afternoon and evening at home watching all the gym tutorials I could get hold of and reading everything I could find about bodybuilding, nutrition and supplements. That's why I skipped the first session of the chess club. But I had to prioritize.

Project diary, entry 7 (Wednesday)

Theory is good, practice is better. That's why I went straight to the gym this morning at 06:00. The school janitor who opened the door for me said appreciatively that my discipline was paying off. The big boys are always the first to arrive in the morning. If only he knew. But in fact I was lucky, I was alone on the training area until 07:00 and by then I had familiarized myself with most of the machines I had learned how they worked in theory and had also developed a feeling for the weights I was able to lift.

The second visitor to the gym after me was the quarterback of the football team. Stephen and I have been at the same school since first grade. Of course I know him. But of course he has no idea who I am. We've never had classes together and someone like me is of course a nobody to him. Or was a nobody to him. Now I was his biggest rival, the only classmate who had bigger biceps and a broader chest than him. And being the alpha male that he was, he sought conflict directly. As far as I know, the jocks and Himbo's call it "cock comparison". Wherever I trained, he did the same afterwards with more weight. After training, he waited for me in front of the shower and said that he had already heard about me. I was the Spanish exchange student. I looked at him questioningly. "Well, the one who had that book with the windmills and the crazy knight at school. The linebacker goes to your Spanish course. Clever to take Spanish as a Spaniard," he said. I shook his hand, introduced myself as Salomon and told him we were in the same kindergarten. He returned the offered hand with a fist bump and said that I must have mistaken him. He had never been to Spain. But I spoke very good English for a Spaniard.

I always prefer to spend my lunch break alone. I like to read or just relax. This time, however, Stephen waved me straight over to him and his boys. He introduced me as Sal and said I should tell him how I liked it in the USA. At first, I wanted to start comparing European democracies with the US, especially in light of the rise of populist tendencies. But then I didn't think that was a good idea and just said that I thought the USA was the greatest country in the world. Stephen gave me a fistbump and all his buddies followed suit. Before English class after lunch, my friend Frederick passed me and said somewhat reproachfully whether I would always eat with the football team now. I laughed and gave him a fist bump and said that I would only eat as long as my primate research project lasted.

Project diary, entry 8 (Friday)

Yesterday was a wild day! I went to wrestling practice. Everyone but me has taken wrestling as a sport since they were in high school. I'm the only one who had no experience at all. Sure, I looked at and read through everything I could find to prepare. But without any practical experience, I really made a fool of myself. Thank God the coach really understood me. He said that he was sorry that bodybuilding wasn't a school subject. And then he gave me tips on how to pose properly. Damn, when I stood in front of the mirror in just my underpants and he touched my muscles to get them in the right position, I got a boner. And he obviously noticed. He then hugged me from behind and massaged my nipples. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. I started to moan. He pulled me close to him. I felt his hard-on against my ass. And then I had my first orgasm outside of my bathroom. I was so embarrassed. And it was so great! Since then, I've really just wanted to make my coach proud. I've spent every spare minute at the gym, signed up to the sports club to do more wrestling and spent a small fortune on sportswear. I'm afraid I have a real crush for the first time in my life.

Today I got a telling off from my friends from the astronomy club. I missed the meeting and no longer see them during school breaks. I admit it, I'm neglecting my old social environment. But I have to find my way in my new role. Or rather, I have to find this new role first. Tonight I have a date with a couple of guys from the sports club. We're going to the gym first and then want to watch football in the sports bar. I'm a bit excited because I've tended to spend my weekend evenings alone in front of the computer so far. Now I have to think about what I'm going to wear.

Project diary, entry 9 (Sunday)

Dude, I might be drunk. For the second night in a row. The weekend is one big party. Last night at the sports bar was great. It was a little hard at first to pretend I knew anything about football. But after one beer I didn't give a shit. At some point, someone bought me some booze. Because his team had won or something. I was completely out of it and had to puke at some point. I can't really remember, but I'm afraid I didn't hit the toilet bowl. One of the boys then took me home with him. I really wasn't able to find my way home. Apparently, at some point I invited the boys over for a pool party on Saturday. And it escalated a little bit. Fuck, I probably have to spend the rest of the day tidying and cleaning. But for now I'm going to bed. After I've thrown up.

Project diary, entry 10 (Monday)

I'm a bit embarrassed about my behavior at the weekend. When I woke up on Sunday, a few of the boys were still snoring by the pool. And a few of them were making breakfast on the barbecue. I didn't really get around to cleaning. And then I overslept today too. Consuela suddenly came into my room and asked if my parents knew what had happened here. I gave her 100 dollars from my emergency expense fund and asked her not to reveal anything. She and Raoul actually did a great job. When I got home from astronomy club late at night, everything was pretty tidy again. The two of them are real treasures!

Mondays are not sports days. History, English, math. I admit that math has never been my hobbyhorse. And my teacher has made no secret of the fact that he thinks I'm an overprivileged white boy. When I couldn't answer a question to his satisfaction today, he said something along the lines of "Muscleheads are just all airheads". The whole back row started throwing paper balls at the teacher and hooting in protest. I have never received such expressions of sympathy.

Between school and the astronomy club, I went to the optician and got some contact lenses. Glasses are just so annoying when you're doing sport. And then I went to the hairdresser. I like my haircut. My hair is longer at the nape of my neck than at the sides. I had a photo of Coach with me and said that I wanted to look like this. Hehehe, the hairdresser said that he couldn't take away my muscles. In fact, I'm bigger than Coach. The hairdresser also shaved my beard. I haven't even written that yet, I have the feeling that my beard and body hair are growing faster and thicker. A bush is growing under my armpits and in my pubic area...

The astronomy club was terribly exhausting. I wanted to concentrate on the Jupiter-Venus conjunction. We had the best conditions to observe it today. But the nerds were all just asking questions about what exactly it was like on vacation, how I trained, how I changed my diet. I prepared myself for these kinds of questions. But every one of my answers was scientifically dissected. If it goes on like this, I'd rather look at the stars alone.

Project diary, entry 11 (Thursday)

The last few days have been pretty exciting, which is why I didn't get around to writing the diary. After training on Tuesday I went to the showers. Not all the guys on the team do this, but I just don't feel comfortable in the sweat with a bit of Axe under my arms. I also urgently needed to clear my balls and cock of the hair that was growing and shave my chest. I still can't get used to how hairy I get. In any case, it all took longer than with the other boys and then I was alone with Chuck in the shower. And suddenly Chuck knelt in front of me and sucked my cock. Without warning. I had prepared myself for intercourse in theory and in practice.

In any case, I've been a bit confused ever since. I mean, I have a crush on Coach. And Coach also got a boner when he helped me pose. I mean, he must think I'm hot too. But Chuck says he's had a crush on me ever since he and I spent Friday night together. The night I don't remember. But I'm writing all mixed up...

The blowjob in the shower was definitely sooooo hot. Even though it didn't last long. Boy, I shot my load into Chuck's mouth like that. My cum was leaking out of both corners of his mouth. He French kissed me with my cum in his mouth. Dude, I'm getting hard just thinking about it. And then he grinned and said that edging wasn't really my thing. I had no idea what he meant. In any case, I kissed him again and started wanking his cock. I was far too excited to suck him off myself. Chuck moaned and started twitching. Then he pulled me against him and wedged his cock between our stomach muscles. And then blew his load. Bloody hell! I don't know how long we showered together and soaped each other up.

In any case, I then started to gain practical experience with sexual intercourse. Chuck spent the night with me the day before yesterday and yesterday. The first time we fucked was really awkward. Chuck also asked if I was still a virgin. I said no, of course. But I'm sure he realized that it was the first time I'd fucked someone. And also that I was being fucked. In bed and in the hot tub. The first time I blew him was Wednesday in the school bathroom. We both just had a lot of pressure on our balls before civics. Shit, I'd never thought about sex before, now I can't get sex out of my head.

Practice is coming up. I just jerked off to the idea of forming a sandwich with Coach and Chuck in the shower. That would be so hot!

Project diary, entry 12 (Sunday)

Shit, I love my life. The parties this weekend were so hot. I mean, sure I love Chuck, but my dick has too much energy for one man. And Chuck gets off on me fucking other men too. As long as he's the only one who gets to fuck me. It's a point of honor, of course!

Before I go to bed now, I went to the gym again. To burn off the alcohol. And prepare my muscles for a tough week. I have my first wrestling tournament next Friday. And I've promised Steph-bruh, the quarterback, that I'll drop by football training. The hollow nut still calls me wetback, but has now understood that I'm not Spanish or Latino. And then I have to chat with my mentor from Stanford again. I don't know if sociology is really my subject. Chuck wants to study business administration. He's hoping for an athletic scholarship. Maybe I'm up for that too.

Inspiration found @redneckmusclehead

[wendysimp]

Is it hate? Or love?

A/N: It’s been a while, but I’m back with another smut. Hope you enjoy and also let me know who I should do next.

Yunjin X Male Reader

Smut⚠️ a lil Fluff.

*Snap*

(Third person POV)

“Really? What are you doing?” Y/n looks at Yunjin as she was taking some photos.

*Snap*

“Yunjin, we’re supposed to be finishing this school project!” Getting frustrated with her actions, she still kept taking more photos. “And give back my glasses, I need them.” He tells her as he tries to get his glasses back but moves his hand away.

“Look I’m Y/n, and I’m the biggest nerd in the world.” She teased him by impersonating him. He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the poor impersonation from her.

“Come on nerd, take a photo of me.” She gives her phone, sits back and fixes her hair then adjusted the glasses. He sighed.

“Are you gonna help me if I do?” He asked and picks her phone up.

“No. You were supposed to do all the work.” She says and looks at the camera, waiting for him to take a photo as she does a little pose.

“You never changed.” Y/n whispered under his breath. A little backstory between the two, Yunjin has been Y/n’s bully for the longest time since they were both in the third grade. Nothing too extreme but just name calling here and there, getting him to do the work whenever they’d be paired up, taking his glasses, bumps into him purposely as she walks past him and other things a typical bully would do. It went on for so long that Y/n doesn’t even care what she does to him as he was used to her actions… or was he?

*Snap*

He takes the photo and looks at it, he couldn’t help but just stare at her face. He’s never really paid too much attention to Yunjin’s looks for as long as he did but now that he has, all he could feel was…

“What is it? Is the photo bad?” Yunjin takes the phone and looks at the picture Y/n had took of her. “Not too bad nerd. Good photo.” She puts her phone away. “Now hurry up so I can go home and talk to my girls.”

“It would be finished if you would help me.” He said back to her and rolls his eyes. “Now can I have my glasses back?” He asked calmly.

She shakes her head. “No, I think I’ll have these.” She kept his glasses and took more photos. Y/n gets up and sighs as he gets a cup of water from his desk that was placed there in case he was thirsty. Of course his vision isn’t too good and as soon as he picks it up and tries to walk back, he slips. The water shoots out from the cup and drops onto him as he fell back on the floor.

Yunjin laughs as she witnessed what had happened and took photos of him. “I’m sending this to the girls.” Y/n got up and become more annoyed by her.

“Can you for once just be quiet and just leave me alone!” He balled his fist. This was the first time he actually said something back to her. Yunjin sat there completely surprised by his outburst.

“If you’re not gonna do any of the work then just leave my house! I’ll just give you credit even if you didn’t do any of the work just like you always do when we get paired up. Now leave!” He puffed as he walks over to his closet to grab a shirt.

Yunjin gulps and was all frozen up in the same spot she was sitting at. She looks down at her phone, looking at the group chat with her friends as she was about to send the photos of Y/n’s embarrassing moment. Her finger went towards the screen and deleted it. Y/n takes off his shirt and grabbed another as he then walked over to her.

“Now can I please have my glasses back?” He asked a little more calm this time. “S-sorry for yelling.” He felt a little bad for lashing out on her.

Yunjin takes it off. “I-It’s okay, here-.” She looks up and her eyes widened as she sees his upper body on display in front of her. Yep, he was still shirtless. She stares as her eyes trail from his chest then slowly down to his abs. “W-when… h-how… w-what?” Her thoughts were all over the place.

His vision is more clear now that he has his glasses back on. He sighed softly. “That’s better.” He looks down at Yunjin and caught her staring. He looks at her confused and looked towards whatever she was looking at. His eyes widened as he quickly covered up his body. “W-Why are you staring at my body?”

Yunjin shakes her head, coming back to reality. “W-Was not!” She tried to defend herself but he could see her face get a little red.

“Yes you were.” Now this time, Y/n took the opportunity to tease her back. “You were staring at my body. You’re blushing.” He laughs.

“Was not! I’m gonna go so just finish up with the stupid project.” She pushes him out of the way as she walks towards the door. At least tried to. Y/n grabs her wrist and pulls her back towards him and holds her close as their faces were inches away. “W-What are you doing you nerd?!” She tries to pull away but he was too strong. Her heart was beating fast.

“I think I know why you always bully me.” He just smiles at her as she looked at him confused but also taking in his looks as her face heats up.

“W-What are you talking about?” She asked as she stopped trying to break free from him.

“It’s because you like me.” He smirked. “No matter what, everyday you’d try to find me to just call me names and do other things to try and annoy me, but let’s face it, you only do those things because deep down you like me.”

Her eyes widened and she pushes him away. “I-I do not, I do it because it’s fun to make fun of you and piss you off.” She defended.

He just laughs and shakes his head. “No, I think it’s because you like me.” He teased her more.

“No!”

“Yep.”

“No I don’t!”

“Yes you do.”

“In your dreams!”

“That’s the reality.”

“Ughh, shut up okay!” She had enough and couldn’t help but let everything out. “Y-you know what? You’re right! I do bully you not because I want to, but because I wanna see you all the time!” She finally admitted to him as Y/n just stood there and listened.

“Ever since I first saw you, I couldn’t help but think you were cute. I-I didn’t know how to would talk to you because I would get so nervous and I thought that if I would just do what I did to you, I can at least hear you talk to me or acknowledge me. There! I fucking like you!” She looks up at him and blushed more.

They both just stood there, looking into each other’s eyes after she confessed to everything. To Y/n, he was only supposed to be teasing her, but she admitted that she likes him… after all this time. He didn’t know what to say but felt his heart beat faster, even Yunjin was feeling the same. A few minutes of silence filled the room. She was nervous after the confession and wondered how Y/n feels about her now.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I should leave-.”

“I-I like you too Yunjin.” He tells her. Hearing those words, Yunjin felt butterflies to her stomach.

“W-Wait really?” She looks into his eyes.

“Y-Yeah. I can’t lie, I liked you for a while too. That’s why if you noticed, after a while of you trying to make my life hell, I didn’t mind it at all. I didn’t mind it as long as I get to see you.” He admitted also, making him blush and also Yunjin herself.

She smiles a little and looks up at him as she moves closer to him. Both of their nervousness fades away and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “So if I wanted to be your girlfriend, would you say yes?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask?” He replied and held her waist as he leans down a little waiting for the question to be asked.

“Y/n, would you like to be my boyfriend? Be my nerd?” She asked and smile up at him.

Y/n rolls his eyes playfully this time. “I would love to.” He finally leans in to kiss her.

“You’re my nerd now.” She kisses him again and jumps into his arms as they laid on the bed, her being on the bottom and Y/n on the top. Their kiss becoming more deeper as it started to get a little heated and Yunjin throws his shirt away before taking off all of her clothes except for her bra and panties.

Y/n blushes hard and bites on his lip as he sees her perfect and beautiful figure and smooth skin. “W-Wow, y-you look amazing.” His eyes roam her body.

She smiles and takes his hands to caress her body. “I should say the same about you. I didn’t know you had such a hot body hidden underneath the clothes you wear.” She then pulled him down for a deep and passionate kiss. She then felt his soft lips make contact with her check, down to her jawline then down to her neck. She lets out a soft moan feeling the pleasure given by Y/n. Her moans were music to his ears, so he kept it going but also trail his kisses down her body.

Her hands run through his hair as he gets lower. He reaches her panties and both look into each other’s eyes lustfully. I slowly takes them off and threw them on the ground. Both of them were loving every single second of this as Yunjin smiles and spreads her legs out for Y/n, making him hungry for more as her wet and dripping pussy was just waiting to get eaten out. He holds her legs up then dived in, wasting no more time. She instantly grips his hair and let out some pleasurable moans after feeling his mouth and tongue work their magic onto her pussy.

“F-Fuck Y/n, t-that’s it right there.” She moans and bites her lip hard, wanting more of him. Her back arches while she pulls him in deeper. She felt his tongue circling around her clit and she was loving it.

“You like that huh Yunjin?” He smirked as he plays with her clit. She nods and couldn’t speak due to the pleasure and moans. He pulls away a little then brings his fingers to her pussy and rubs it slowly as it gets soaked up with her juices. He then slowly inserts his fingers inside her making her scream out.

“Ahhh fuck! Y-yes daddy, p-please finger my pussy! Punish me for everything I’ve done to you!” Her dirty talk and daddy kink turned Y/n on even more. He shoved his fingers in deeper into her while licking her clit against. The action went on for a little while and she could feel herself getting close. “Y-you’re gonna make me- ahh daddy!” She couldn’t get another word out. Y/n smiles and keeps on going. She soaked his fingers with her cum but also squirted all over him. Her legs shake and Y/n smiles as he licks her soaked pussy up then bring his fingers towards Yunjin’s mouth.

“Be a good girl and taste yourself.” Those words turned her on and she takes his fingers into her mouth while looking into his eyes. She was loving it so much and flipped them over as she was now on top.

“Just lay back and enjoy daddy.” She says seductively and winks as she starts to stroke him through his pants. “F-fuck how big are you?” She was curious, so she moved down and grabbed onto his waistband of his pants and underwear then slowly pulled them down. Inch by inch she looks and her eyes widened, jaw dropping even though his full length isn’t fully out of his pants. His cock springs out and she was even more surprised by how big he was.

“H-holy shit daddy, you’re fucking huge.” She wrapped her hands around his rod making him moan as he feels her stroke up and down slowly. “So thick, so big, so hard.” She bites her lip and smacks the tip onto her tongue.

She smiles more and puts the head of his hard on into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. Y/n leans his head back and grips the sheets tightly.

“F-fuck Yunjin, you feel so good.” He moans then looks back to watch her.

“Watch me take your cock all inside my mouth and down my throat daddy.” She winked and without hesitation, took him inch by inch into her mouth until her nose touched against his crotch. She was loving the feeling of him down her throat as she pulled away for some air but then go back in to swallow his cock. Y/n felt like he was in heaven, in a dream, he couldn’t believe this was real.

Y/n brought one of his hands down to hold Yunjin’s hair up into a messy bun so it’s not in the way and can get a better view of her. He never felt so much pleasure in his life before as she starts to bob her head wanting more.

“T-that’s it, that feels so fucking good Yunjin.” His words turned her on and she loved hearing the words he was saying to her. She plays with his balls as well as stroke his rod up and down while teasingly suck on his tip only. He was going crazy, he felt like he was in another world that makes him never want to leave.

“Y-you’re gonna make me cum!”

But she stops, leaving Y/n confused as he didn’t want her to stop.

“Uh uh, I want you to make sure all your load is deep inside of me.” She bites her lip and winks at him. She couldn’t wait any longer.

“B-but are you-.”

“Yes, I’m safe. Now be a good little nerd and fuck me!” She gets back on the bed, placing herself face down and her lower half up. “Come on, don’t keep me waiting.” She chuckled while seductively moving her hips left and right.

His eyes widened as he swallowed a chunk of his saliva as he couldn’t believe the sight he was seeing. It felt like his own body was forcing him in then lines himself against her slit, holds her hips tightly as he slides in.

Soft moans was let out by Yunjin as she grabs a fistful of the sheets. She smiles and closes her eyes in pleasure, feeling like she was on cloud nine. She then felt his hands gently rub against her skin, then she felt him thrust deeper, harder.

“Ahhh fuck! H-how are you so- ahh shit, so good?”

She was loving everything that he was doing, she turns back to look into his eyes as she felt herself melt just by looking at them. She pulls herself up until she felt his body against her back. She felt him wrapped his arms around her waist as he sinks himself inside of her while placing kisses onto her neck and shoulders, something she felt like she needed all the time. She smiles and reaches her arms behind to capture the back of his neck.

“Mmm, I love the way you’re pounding me.”

“Yeah you do?”

“F-fuck yes, your cock is so deep!”

He smiles and pulls away then lays her onto her back. He spreads her legs open, pulls her in as her legs were placed onto each of his shoulders. He then continues to give the pounding that she was clearly still in need of. Their moans fill up the room, both getting hot as they continue their rough sex.

They both didn’t care about the school work they were supposed to do as they were both caught up in each other. Y/n slams himself into Yunjin as their bodies clap loudly against each other.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good baby!” He pins both her hands above her.

“Your dick is stretching me out, and I fucking love it! Don’t stop and keep going!” Her lips curve into a big smile as she moans loudly, feeling him hit her g-spot.

She broke free from his grip and pulls him in for a deep and passionate kiss, moaning against his lips. Y/n was going to town by pounder her harder and harder, as the both of them feeling that they’re close to reaching their climax.

“K-Keep going Y/n! You’re gonna make me cum!” She screams out, luckily no one is at home to hear what was going on from Y/n’s room.

“M-me too!” He groaned

They both connected their foreheads together as they stare into each other’s eyes, sounds of pleasure echoing around the room. He felt himself about to reach his climax which Yunjin felt the same as well.

“Mmm Y/n.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Don’t you dare pull out! I want you to fill me up!” She screams out.

He nodded and smiles big as he was more than happy to give her what she wanted and buried himself deep inside her tight pussy. A few more hard thrusts from Y/n made her cum all over his shaft then Y/n filling her up with his, making sure none of his load drips out of her. They both smile as they try to catch their breaths, both looking deeply into each others eyes again.

“I love you Huh Yunjin.” He says softly.

Her heart beats fast, face heats up as she blushes from his words. Words that she sometimes dreams of Y/n saying them to her.

“C-can you say that again?”

“I love you so so much Huh Yunjin.”

She pulls him in for another deep, passionate and loving kiss, holding him tightly against her body.

“I love you too nerd… my nerd, Y/n L/n.”

Y/n blushed this time and felt his heart melt. He slowly pulls out of her and she moans softly.

“Fuck, that was a huge load. You really filled me up.” She bites her lip.

Y/n becomes more flustered.

“We should clean up.” He says and she nods as they both get up and clean the bed that they messed up… a lot.

“So Y/n, you got another round in you?” She looks back at him.

“What round?” He asked completely confused by her question. She rolled her eyes and walks up to him and strokes his cock, instantly bringing it back to life as he moans softly from her touch.

“Another round of pounding my pussy?” She winks and kisses his neck.

He nods and she smiles, holding his hand.

“Good, let’s fuck in the shower.”

And so they continued to have a long session of fucking in his shower. This was definitely the best day ever for the both of them. A memory they will both remember forever. After they both cleaned themselves up in the shower they had sex in, Y/n drops off back home after, he had to help her inside as she could barely walk after their rough rounds of sex they just had. The night comes and they both lay on their own beds with a big smile as they couldn’t stop thinking about each other. They were about to sleep but realised something… yep, they didn’t finish their schoolwork that is due the next day. They both rush out of bed, FaceTime each other and help each other finish the work. Of course it took a while, too long that they were tired while they were having lunch and fell asleep.

The End.

Thanks for reading. Okay okay, I know this was supposed to be out last weekend I’m sorry😭😭 I promise not to mislead you guys again. Anyways hope you guys enjoyed the Yunjin Smut!

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Not sure if you’re still taking Ray Manchester requests so if you’re not then you can ignore this, but can I request ray Manchester hcs with a really smart reader? Like the reader loves tech and creating weapons and machines(maybe they’re abit chaotic with their talent-)

ray manchester x smart!reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • ray manchester masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: love this idea so much, and imagining ray with a genius reader just makes me so happy bc i think it would work so well. enjoy!! 🩰💋

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being captain man’s intelligent, tech-savvy significant other would include…

ok so when ray first met you it was when you applied for a job as captain man’s tech support 

you fell down the elevator

and ray thought you were gorgeous 

he also realized after he interviewed you that you were crazy intelligent 

and so when you showed up on your first day on the job he wanted to impress you

and to him that meant wearing fake glasses and spewing the dictionary at you 

‘salutations (y/n) it is most benevolent to see you today and i hope you find yourself most homogeneous here’

when henry told him what those words meant later he was horrified 

and so the next time he talked to you he put an ear piece in and schwoz and charlotte told him what to say

it took him about a week to give up on the glasses and faking and just ask you out as himself

and after he did, you guys pretty much fell in love

who would have thought, the tech nerd and the superhero? 

or, that’s what jasper says at least

since you’d been working there, you’ve caused upward of nine (9) explosions 

and you almost blew up the place one (1) time

ray thought it was so cool 

you have also made some really useful gadgets and don’t tell schwoz but you do give him a run for his money 

almost all of captain man’s weapons are your design

but you let him name them sometimes 

you and charlotte become besties because you can bond over rolling your eyes at ray

and you two can insult him right in front of him without him ever knowing what you’re saying

he said I love you first 

henry’s definitely come down to the man cave to find you two making out 

you’ve stopped him from revealing his identity multiple times 

he’s constantly leaning over to secretly ask you to explain things

‘right, the capacitor. well, we can’t let him get away with that, mr. vice mayor.’

…

‘(y/n), what’s a capacitor’

once you had to go save him when you realized he’d brought the wrong weapon

and you let him take the credit for taking down the bad guy even though it was definitely your doing 

he calls you his little machine

and you call him anything he won’t understand so he has to look up if he should be offended or not 

he thinks the way you talk about computers and your inventions is ‘so sexy’

he lets you drive the man-copter 

seriously if you weren’t around he’d have gotten killed by now

and he knows it 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this love!! always happy to write for my man ray <3💌🍒

[thezombieprostitute]

How would dark!Jensen react after he confesses his crush to you and you shoot him down? Just a curious girlie with a thing for fogging up nerd glasses lol.

Dark Jake Jensen?! How could you ask me to write for a dark version of my puppy-in-human-form?! 😤

I say as if I didn't help @paperweight91 with a bit about creepy stalkers Jake and Cole...

Warnings: Implied dub/non con, Implied stalking, Not taking "no" for an answer, Sex pollen. Please let me know if I missed any!

"I'm sorry, Jake. I just don't think of you like that."

The memory of your words still stung. The only consolation was that you didn't ask about still being friends. He hated when women did that. It was a halfhearted attempt at pity and he hated it. But you were different and didn't offer that.

Part of why he fell for you was because you were so different. You actually listened to him, engaged with him, seemed to enjoy his company. Your laughs at his jokes, your kindness, your interest, they were all genuine.

So why didn't you love him in return?

Well, at least for now you didn't love him back. He'd get you there.

It's taken him some time to get his hands on the drug. Took a lot of money as well. But if it worked as promised, it would be worth everything. He'd intercepted one of your deliveries and manged to plant the bag of powder so that, as soon as you opened the box, the bag would pop open, spilling the powder everywhere.

If things went as planned, he'd get hit by it as well but he didn't mind. He already wanted you so having that enhanced by the drug would just make it easier for him. The drug promised to make you so needy you'd beg for him to fill up your cunt. Something he's been dreaming of for months.

Just to make sure, he's also secretly been replacing your birth control pills. He can always blame it on the powder when your pregnancy test comes back positive. And he'll be so loving and supportive that there's no way you'll ever think of him as "just a friend" ever again.

Tagging @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[fist-of-vengeance]

i need to start posting more of my lost aus and headcanons because my brain is going to explode if I don't release them. almost like pressing a button to discharge dangerous levels of electromagnetism....

anyway here are some of my random and hyperspecific ben linus headcanons:

ben definitely owns a ton of unnecessary stationary (including multiple color highlighters) because he's a control freak and needs to be organized. he also has a bunch of expensive leather notebooks he hasn't filled yet because he's married to his pretentious academia aesthetic

as a kid he's always shown wearing his glasses, but he rarely wears them as an adult, so my only conclusion is that he somehow got it in his head that they look stupid (i'm betting it's roger's fault) and now he's insecure about them

he doesn't watch a lot of movies but when he does it's usually old black and white stuff, he knows next to nothing about pop culture and he finds the sci-fi genre in particular silly and nonsensical (ironic considering he's basically living in it)

owned a bunch of rare tropical houseplants over the years and as a kid alex would assign them all names and personalities that ben struggled to keep track of. he would probably tell anyone else that naming plants is stupid but for alex he actually tried to remember them

total culinary nerd. he's constantly experimenting with new fancy ass recipes. for some reason i specifically imagine him making really good soup and also excessively elaborate pancakes and waffles

demisexual (although he doesn't know there's a word for it) and actively thinks sex is cringe. anytime he is forced to witness an overt display of sexuality he is going to be so judgemental. however if he fell in love with someone he would immediately become the world's biggest hypocrite while continuing to find other people's sex repulsive

buys tic tacs whenever he leaves the island cause he's paranoid about having bad breath and eats way too many

drinks several cups of coffee a day and his caffeine addiction is so bad that he gets debilitating headaches if he tries to quit. he's extremely ashamed of this weakness

lives in terror of his receding hairline. bullies john for being bald to make himself feel better

[eccentricgrace]

BOOK -WORMS || BatFamily

summary: somebody keeps rearranging jason's meticulously ordered bookshelves. the weird thing is, nobody is allowed in the library except for him and alfred. right?

tags: humor, domestic fluff, banter, nerd jason todd, big sister cassandra cain, secret menace alfred pennyworth

wc: 9,250

cross-posted on ao3 under the same name!

In the Before, Father had plenty of rules. Pain is the most valuable language. Words are meaningless in comparison. The mind is more reliable than the heart. She had learned all of these rules, committed them, made them a part of her— and she thought they were supposed to feel wrong, to make her feel bad. When the opportunity presented itself, she chose to be brave. She broke the rules. She left.

Cassandra liked being a Wayne more than she liked being a weapon. She liked the word “family.” She liked having siblings, and a Bruce, and an Alfred. She liked midnight milkshake runs with Steph and Duke teaching her how to play board games—she was really good at the one with stacking blocks in a tower, even better at charades.

She loved her new family before she could put the word “love” to it, and she was determined to learn the new rules, the ones made for better things, for safety, for the new word love. She practiced often, used what she knew, and did her best to fill in the blanks. 

She knew that Alfred expected everyone to eat at the same time for dinner by his eyebrows furrowing at an empty seat, so she would remind everyone to come to the table five minutes early. She knew that Bruce worried for everyone to come home without injury on patrol by his tight frowns, the dimples of his chin, so she did her best to avoid taking hits and to pull her siblings away from the danger.

She also learned rules by making mistakes. This was her least favourite way to do it, because it always made someone sad or upset. For example, the rule about the manor’s library. 

Cassandra had been in there several times before she knew she had broken this rule. She liked to wander the halls, poke her head in different rooms. She had done so often when she first moved in. There was no part of the manor that was left uncharted. 

The library was quieter than any other room. Its doors were always shut, drapes always pulled in to keep the sun from streaming in through the windows. Shelves and shelves of books on the two-story walls that were left untouched. 

Cassandra never stayed in there for too long, because while Alfred had been very patient in teaching her how to read, it didn’t come easy to her. But sometimes, she would sneak in for the quiet— she would run her fingers along the leather covers, or sit in the chair next to the fireplace. (It was the most comfortable in the entire house. She sat in every chair to test.)

The trouble came when she fell asleep there, curled up tightly in the armchair. She had heard the library doors creak open, she had woken up, but she also knew the footsteps— and Bruce wasn’t a threat.  

She hadn’t thought to get up until Bruce’s voice cut through the silence like the time Dick accidentally dropped a wine glass on the kitchen floor. A sharp, broken, brittle noise.

“What are you doing in here?” Bruce choked out. 

Cassandra opened her eyes. Took in his distant expression, his open mouth, his tense shoulders, his shaking hands. Wrong. 

She sat up slowly. Blinked, to show she was listening.

“This—“ Bruce paused. He was quiet for a moment, and his face took the form of upset-blankness. “This room is off-limits. Nobody told you?”

Cassandra shook her head, frowning deeply. She made a fist and rubbed a circle over her heart. SORRY.

“It’s fine,” Bruce said tersely. Sullen eyes, sunken eyebrows, set jaw. Not fine. “Not your fault. I think Alfred needs help in the kitchen. After you?”

Cassandra didn’t ask why the room was off limits, because she didn’t need an answer. If Bruce had a rule, he had a reason. She snuck out quietly and trailed to the kitchen, and ignored how Bruce took ten minutes longer to join her.  

The library was not to be entered. She understood that, and didn’t go in again. It seemed like that was the end of it.

And then suddenly, the rules changed.

She was delighted to meet Jason for the first time.

She’d known a little about him, mostly what Dick had told her when she first arrived. He told her about how Bruce adopted him, and how their brother Tim showed up… and then he got quiet, and his shoulders shifted, and he told her about the brother they had lost. 

(“His name was Jason,” Dick said. His eyes were so sad. “You would have liked him. He made B laugh.”) 

As it turned out, Jason wasn’t dead, but was very alive— and the mood was tense for a while. Everybody's actions were so loud and Cass spent a lot of time in her room, but it eventually leveled out.

“Alright. Who’re you?” Jason stood across from her, leaning one hip against the fridge. His arms crossed, his jaw clenched. Nervous. Cornered. “I leave for a while and all of a sudden the goddamn household’s in a state of exponential growth.”

Cassandra all but beamed at him. She pointed to herself. Tapped her nose and dragged her hand out in a folded shape, then raised it in the air. She pointed to herself, hit one hand’s two fingers against the other hand’s two fingers, and quickly spelled out her name. 

ME - BIG SISTER. ME - NAME - C-A-S-S-A-N-D-R-A.

She must have been too excited, because Jason’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes squinting. Confused. She looked around the kitchen to find paper and pencil, but stopped when Jason spoke up again.

“Hold on a second. Say it slower,” Jason said.

She happily repeated the actions slower. Then she slid her hands over each other, mirrored her two first fingers together, and pointed at him. NICE - to - MEET - YOU.

“Oh.” Jason scratched the back of his neck. “Hi. Nice to meet you too, I guess.”

Cass crossed her arms in an x-shape over her chest, and then pointed to Jason. She wiggled her index finger questioningly. 

HUG - YOU? 

Jason’s eyebrows rise. His eyes twitch momentarily. His shoulders lift. Surprise. 

As Red Hood, Bruce called him violent and dangerous, a potential threat. Someone to keep an eye on.  But when Cassandra saw him,  she saw a scared animal backed into a corner. She knew how it felt. She’d been in corners before. 

When Dick asked her what she thought of Jason, she smiled. 

She told him he gave good hugs.

After that, Jason didn’t come to the manor often. Visits were few and far between, many people not even noticing he had shown up before he slipped away again. And that was curious, of course, but even more curious– everytime Jason came over, his first stop was the library. He would walk in, the doors would close behind him, and Cassandra would sit outside and wait for him to leave. 

One time, he caught her on his way out, an armful of books in his arms. He screwed up his face. “The hell’re you doing on the floor?” 

She curled her two fingers over and tapped them on her index. SITTING.

“Well, yeah. No shit. I can see that.”

WHY - YOU - GO -to - LIBRARY?

Jason raised an eyebrow and pointedly nodded down to the precarious pile of books he was holding.  “I like to read?”

Then he left, leaving her with more questions than she knew how to answer.

It was like this about once every month.

She noted the routine with suspicion: Jason came to the manor, he greeted Alfred, spent little time catching up with everyone, slipped into the library, and left with a new armful of books. But nobody in the Wayne household ever went into the library, and that had been a rule. It seemed as if she was the only one noticing this repeated offense.

The fourth time she watched Jason leave, she decided to ask someone. Maybe the rule had changed and they simply forgot to tell her. 

She found Dick in the kitchen. Her older brother was always the easiest to ask, she found. He was very patient with her while she searched for the right words. He smiled and he never seemed annoyed or frustrated by her questions. He was nice.

She tapped him on the shoulder and swiftly slid out of the way when he jumped up in surprise.

“Hi!” Dick laughed quietly, holding his chest. “You spooked me. Everything okay?”

She tilted her head to the side, a small frown on her face. She moved her hands quickly as she signed.

LIBRARY - RULE - WHAT?

Dick furrowed his eyebrows, quiet for a moment while he thought. Then he shook his head. “I’m not understanding. What library?”

HOME.

“The home library?”  Dick clarified, and frowned when Cass nodded. “It doesn’t have rules…”

Cass scrunched her nose and shook her head vehemently.

BRUCE -  LIBRARY - SAY - NOT ALLOW  - FINISH.

Dick watched the signs and then his face slackened in understanding. He leaned back on the kitchen counter like he was suddenly exhausted. “Oh. That rule.”

Cass sighed.

Sometimes being a Wayne made learning the rules very hard. 

“A couple years ago,” he explained. “Back when B had just adopted Jason. It took him a long time to get comfortable, and the library was his safe haven, I guess. You could always find him in there; it was his favourite room in the manor.” 

Cassandra remembered to nod, showing that she was listening and that she understood.

Dick smiled, and his eyes glisten, a certain distant quality to them. Not quite sad, but almost sad. Remembering, Cassandra decided.

“When he finally settled in, he was pretty protective over it,” he explained, the smile brightening. “I wasn’t even allowed in. I remember one time I went in there to borrow a book for a case— I guess I put it back in the wrong spot, because he waited at the door just to scold me about it. He was pissed.”

“B was allowed, but he never really went in there. He liked to give Jay his space,” Dick chuckled, and it faded away as he scratched at the back of his neck. “After he… well, you know how Bruce gets when he’s grieving.”

She did know. He would not smile. He would throw his punches harder. A small furrowed line would permanently rest between his eyebrows. He got quiet-sad. Angry.

Cassandra frowned at the thought. She nodded again, this time in agreement, and then thought for a long moment, her hands hesitating in the air. Dick waited patiently for her to find her words. She liked that about him.

SAD - ANGRY - STILL?

Dick shoulders sank, the light in his eyes dwindling. He still smiled. Fake. “Honestly? Sometimes it’s hard for my heart to remember what my brain can see. I’m not even sure if that makes sense, and it’s sort of silly. I just know on bad days, it’s easier when he’s here. You know?”

JASON - STILL - GO-to - LIBRARY.

“Yeah, he probably does,” Dick murmured, looking away. 

Cassandra was about to shake her head, was about to repeat her words. There was no ‘probably.’ Jason did go to the library, he went every single time he came to the manor. Surely she hadn’t been the only one to notice. He spent a lot of time there, too.

Dick’s phone chimed, and he startled, straightening his spine. He blinked a few times, energy pouring back into his movements as he laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “That’s work, I’m probably late. Anyways. Was that all you wanted to talk about?”

Cass hummed softly. She opened her arms for a hug, and when Dick happily copied the motion, she fell forward to knit herself to his chest. She then pulled away, quickly signing.

THANK YOU. STAY - SAFE. I LOVE YOU.

She watched him leave for work.

Cassandra loved when Jason came over. 

Her family are good people, but they are also often sad, and serious. It doesn’t take her long to figure out that, when Jason was at the manor, everybody acted lighter. Less likely to argue, less stress in their eyebrows, less tension in their shoulders. Bruce wouldn’t scowl as much. Dick smiles were even more frequent and genuine. Tim would spend less time in front of a screen. 

His appearance in the manor was that of a missing piece pressed into a puzzle, and even though it’s crooked, doesn’t quite fit, the picture is more complete. Cassandra noted this change because it was unspoken, and the things left unspoken were always, in her opinion, very important.

The next time Jason came over, he once again had found refuge in the library. Cassandra waited patiently outside of the room and lingering in the hallway for the whole duration of the visit, which in turn lasted forty-three minutes and twenty-two seconds. She counted each one.

He held no books this time, which worked well for Cassandra, because if the routine followed that meant he would be back again soon. She greeted him with a wave, and he jerked a nod back before he followed the hallway towards the exit.

Tim poked his head around the corner as soon as the door shut. He’s narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “He keeps doing that.”

Ah. She had not been the only one to notice.

Cassandra nodded at him, and he rolled his eyes. “You’d think he’d finished reading all of the books in the library by now, but he keeps coming back.”

She neglected to tell him that she had seen him take out the same books multiple times before. That would be counter-intuitive to the mission. Instead she decided to do some more investigating. She tilted her head innocently.

YOU – ALLOW - in-LIBRARY?

Tim immediately began to glower, his eyebrows pulled in deep, his lips pulled into a tight frown-like line. Annoyed. Her little brother was adorable.

“No,” Tim said, crossing his arms. “I’ve only been in there one time, and then he gave me a lifetime ban.”

Cassandra blinked. 

WHY?

“He’s got a personal vendetta against me!” Tim huffed, now throwing his arms up. “First, he had a whole fit because he found out I used SparkNotes on all of my assignments, and then he complained because I wasn’t handling the books ‘respectfully’ enough— which, whatever, because at least with my online PDFs I can actually highlight on them without him bursting a blood vessel.”

He had finished pacing around the hallway, and now just looked at Cass with his face full of disinterest, his foot tapping quick against the wooden floor. “I’m not the only one banned, either. I think Alfred is the only person who’s free to roam.”

That will be who she talked to next, then. 

DAMIAN?

“I will give my entire trust fund to Damian’s cow if that soul-sucking demon is allowed to touch Jason’s books,” Tim said blankly. “Seriously. He’s weird about his library. He gets tetchy.”

Interesting.

She signed a thank-you towards him and then promptly disappeared. 

Cassandra had been watching Alfred dust the bookshelves in the library for twenty silent minutes before he suddenly cleared his throat. One hand tucked primly behind his back, he turned to look directly at her.

“Mistress Cassandra,” he greeted, raising an eyebrow at her. “You haven’t investigated my work like this since we first became acquainted. Is something troubling you?”

She brightened and shook her head, sitting down on the couch in the library. She gestured to the seat next to her enthusiastically.

Alfred blinked, nonplussed, and set the duster down. He took a seat at her side, politely placing his hands in his lap. “What can I help you with, my dear?”

JASON.

Alfred’s eyebrows raise with genuine surprise. “Master Jason is troubling you?”

She shook her head emphatically, pinching the air with her middle and pointer finger to her thumb. NO.

“Well, that is a relief,” Alfred murmured. “Had he been bothering you, it would have been quite a shock.”

Cassandra flexed her fingers, looking down at her hands in deep thought. She wasn’t exactly sure what questions she wanted to ask, or how to ask them. This was the tricky thing about words— she had so much in her head and none of it fit quite right when she tried to put it in front of her. 

She was grateful for the choice to speak, and grateful for Bruce teaching her how, and grateful that her family learned how, too, but it was still hard. Frustrating. 

“Take your time,” Alfred said clemently. “Use small words, if that is easier for you.”

Cassandra nodded slowly, and formulated her thoughts together. She knew a few things: Jason was protective over his library, he had a system to organize the books, and that he came over frequently to swap out books. 

JASON - LIBRARY - EXPLAIN?

Alfred’s eyes watched Cassandra closely as he spoke, and then he nodded, a faint smile on his face, because he always seemed to understand her no matter how few words she used. 

“I see,” he said simply. “Shall I tell it from the beginning?”

Cassandra nodded, and happily leaned back in the chair, folding her legs up to sit crossed. Alfred didn’t tell stories often, but she thought that he was very good at it. 

“Yes… I remember it like it was yesterday.” Alfred looked up at the ceiling, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “That little boy was so polite. It was clear to me that he had been very scared of doing something wrong, so he was very tentative. He was always willing to help around the manor, though.”

Jason still liked helping Alfred in the kitchen, Cass noted. Of her brothers, he was the only one who Alfred willingly let help with the cooking— not even Bruce was allowed to stand in there for longer than a minute before he was politely shoved out.

“I caught him glancing at some of the decorative books, old relics and things that were really quite dreadful to read, and it had occurred to me that the young man hadn’t been shown the family library,” Alfred explained, a warm smile on his face. “I’d never seen the boy light up as brightly as he did when I opened the doors.” 

Cassandra tried to imagine it: her little brother, much smaller, beaming over the shelf-to-shelf literature. She liked to imagine that he had been skipping his feet around, dashing from corner to corner of the room to scan every inch. 

It was a nice image —it made her very happy.  She could see why Alfred loved the memory so much. 

“I of course told him that he was more than welcome to browse any of the titles, and then I made myself sparse so he’d feel comfortable to explore on his own.” Alfred chuckled, shaking his head. “When I returned to call him for supper, he had fallen asleep, piles of books— that were taller than him, mind you— surrounding his chair, a volume of Shakespeare poetry open on his lap…”

Cass grinned. 

“Needless to say, it became his safe space,” Alfred confirmed with amusement. “He spent days reorganizing every title to his own needs, and explained it to me in great detail so that I could continue to maintain it with him.”

Alfred looked over the shelves with a bittersweet smile. “He was very proud of it. I’m quite honoured that he shared it with me.”

Her grin eased into something thoughtful as she looked over the bookshelves. She understood the importance of a ‘safe space.’ When she was overwhelmed, she liked to crawl up into the attic’s rafters, where it was dark and damp, echoey enough to hear every incoming sound, and small enough to only fit herself. 

Jason visited the manor for his ‘safe space’ often. She connected this with what she had noted of him when he entered every time— his relaxed shoulders upon leaving, his unclouded gaze, his jaw lax. Peaceful. 

And when he left, subsequently, there were shifty eyes, his lips pursed in a firm line, his gate closed in one straight, quick path to the exit. Always quick to leave. Tense. Like he didn;t believe he was welcome.

Cassandra thought back to one of her most early realizations upon becoming a Wayne.  Words, while available, were not always used. But she understood far more than words— bodies have always been the easiest language to her— and right now it spelt out ‘problem’ in big raised eyebrows. 

So, she laid the pieces out in front of her, and put them together again:

Everybody missed Jason.

Her other brothers were happier when Jason visited home.

Jason visited home most often for the library. He liked his library a lot, and made constant efforts to maintain it.

There was her solution, then. Bruce would be pleased with her application of detective skills. Her lips uptick with a smile.

“Mistress Cassandra,” Alfred spoke up, raising an eyebrow. “You look positively devious.”

Cassandra’s eyes sparkled with mirth. She touched her pinky to her forehead and brought it out. IDEA. 

Alfred hummed, looking at her with a great deal of speculation. The raised eyebrow lowered, and he very casually looked off to the side. “Well, I make it my mission to assist.”

Cass waited until the night before Jason was set to visit again. The halls were dark and quiet, and nobody was awake to witness her as she slipped through the doors. 

She picked out one book. Just one.

She moved it one spot to the right. 

Cassandra went to bed satisfied with her work, excitement dancing along her belly.

The next time Jason showed up, he was roped into dinner. Alfred was serving a sunday roast, which meant that it really hadn’t taken much convincing on Dick’s part to get him to sit at the table. 

They ate, Cass watching with a quiet glee as Jason argued back and forth with Tim about trivial things, neither of them actually angry– shoulders raised, but gently; eyes sparkling with mirth, not gleaming sharp; hands gesticulating wildly, not clenched at their sides. It was a nice evening.

As expected, Jason retreated the moment he finished wiping his dishes clean in the sink. Cassandra tailed behind, unnoticeable, as he went to the library. 

Cass watched as Jason methodically returned each book back to a particular shelf. He strolled to the other end of the room and knelt down, tilting his head. He ran his finger along the shelf, mumbling titles to himself, and then paused. 

He pulled one out and tucked it under his arm, and then moved to a different shelf. There was no fumbling in the way he moved. It was calculated. Every single book had its own place, and Jason knew each one like the back of his hand. 

He put three books away with little thought, and for a moment, she doubted her plans. Jason walked directly past the shelf she tampered with and put another book in its proper spot. As he stepped back, he froze.

Jason hesitated, pulling the book out of its improper spot. He turned it over in his hands, looking at the cover with bafflement and suspicion. He slowly pushed it back to the left empty space, where it was supposed to be. 

She smiled to herself. 

Yes, this plan would do nicely.

She’d finished her patrol, her hair was wet on her neck from the shower she’d had, her stolen clothes from Stephanie clean and loose on her body. She was going to the kitchen for a snack, but immediately rerouted when she heard the quiet, bewildered sounds from the library.

“Okay!” Jason’s muffled voice shouted through the door. “What the hell!”

She creaked the door open and poked her head in, looking at him with wide eyes. Jason looked over to her, his arms full of books that he’d been pulling with disgruntlement.

“Cass,” he said gruffly. “Have you seen anybody in my library? Messing with my books?”

She cataloged him, first. Distracted eyes, busy hands. His shoulders dropped, his waist relaxed. He didn’t suspect her at all. He was just very, very confused.

Cass shook her head honestly. She hadn’t seen anybody at all, unless she counted her own hands. 

Jason grunted and went back to refilling his books. He moved each book with great care, and the efficiency that came with understanding a system so thoroughly, and for such a long time.

With the last book put into place, it’s well into the night. Everyone else had most likely left for patrol, with Alfred acting as support from the cave. Jason picked up his things to leave— his jacket, his motorcycle keys.

He gave her a serious expression. “Hey, you have my number, right?”

She nodded.

“Good. Keep an eye out for me. Text me if you catch them,” Jason said, his face grim like he was looking for a criminal, and not a nightly book re-arranger. 

She nodded again, mimicking his expression. Pressing her lips firm, furrowing her eyebrows deeply. She flipped two fingers onto the back of her fist. of- COURSE.

Then, Cassandra realized that he had left without getting books. 

Which meant he would be back soon— so she got right back to work.

(“…Mistress Cassandra,” Alfred cleared his throat. 

She looked back at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“I know you’re aware of the importance this library’s organization has to Master Jason,” Alfred said succinctly. “So I do believe your intentions here are pure, yes?” 

Cassandra smiled at him, and nodded. She put a finger to her lips. “Shhh.”

Alfred’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and his lips perk upwards in a prim line. Amusement. He quietly closed the doors. 

By the time she had finished, the sun had fully  risen. She left the library without anybody noticing, and fell asleep still giggling to herself at what was to come.)

An entire wall of books was resorted into rainbow order. Her favourite was the purple section. There were fewer covers that were purple, and it reminded her of Stephanie. 

Her family found the results in the morning, while she shoveled bits of fried egg into her mouth. A very audible and undistinguished gasp from the hallway, coming from Alfred, was what alerted them.

Dick immediately got up, leaving his silverware to clatter at the plate. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and walked over. “Alf? What’s wrong? Is everything— what the fuck.”

“Language,” Alfred chided lightly. 

Cassandra joined them, standing at Alfred’s side. Dick was striding up and down the library, looking at the shelves with wide eyes, mouth dropped, his hands tugging uselessly at his hair.  Shock. Disbelief. 

Cassandra pulled out her phone.

little Brother jay 

👋👋👋📚📚📚📚📚📚📚❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ [9:43am]

Fuck yes Cass this is why you’re my favourite [9:43am]

😇😇😇😇😇❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ [9:43am]

Dick’s phone rang, and he pulled it out from his pocket like it was a live grenade. “Oh shit.” 

He accepted the call and Jason’s voice rang clear through the speaker. “HEY, ASSHOLE.”

“It wasn’t me!” Dick declared loudly. “I am innocent, your honour—“

The revving of a motorcycle. Honking of cars. Jason continued to shout. “HOW BAD IS THE DAMAGE? DICK, DON’T ANSWER. I’M ASKING CASS.”

Cassandra pleasantly held up both of her hands towards her in an L-shape, bending her index fingers, and then flipped them out. 

“Large,” Dick translated miserably.

“FUUUUCK. WHEN I FIND OUT WHO’S DOING THIS, YOU’RE SO FUCKING DEAD.”

“I would like to have it back in the open that I’m not the culprit,” Dick started.

“WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT. BE THERE IN FIVE.”  Jason hung up the call.

They stood in silence for a moment, all looking at the books in varying degrees of emotion. Cassandra was admittedly quite proud of herself. It had taken the entire night to reshelve, and she did have a moment surrounded by piles of books where she was unsure if she’d be able to finish by the time Alfred woke up— but she persevered. 

Dick meanwhile looked like he was watching his own death happen in real time. 

“I think I shall see to the kettle,” Alfred murmured, and then succinctly left the library. 

As expected, Jason entered the manor five minutes later.

The front door being shoved open was loud enough to hear across the span of rooms between.  Heavy footsteps sounded across the hallways, a straight-shot charge to the library. Determination rigid in his shoulders, his gait, his path. 

He shoved off his helmet and tossed it onto one of the sofas, and pointed to Dick, who was still standing frozen in the room. 

“Out,” he demanded, and Dick raised his hands in surrender while he scurried out of there. 

Jason turned back to the rainbow bookshelves. He crossed his arms, took a deep breath. Held it. Slowly looked at Cass, his face serious, set. “Report.”

ALFRED - DICK - FOUND - LIBRARY. 

“You didn’t see anyone go in? Nothing happened before that?”

Cassandra shook her head. She hadn’t seen anybody go into the library. She would know— she was in it. Loopholes, she learned, were not the same as lying.

Jason grunted and looked back at the shelves. 

She tapped him on the shoulder. 

NEED - HELP? 

Jason looked at her thoughtfully. “I’m gonna have to teach you how to organize it all. There’s a system. D’you like reading?”

Cassandra scrunched up her nose, tilting her head to the side. She held out her hand and waved it in a sideways pendulum motion. KINDA. READING - HARD. D-I-S–L-E-X-I-C.

“Ah,” Jason said, nodding his head once. “Well, as long as you’re careful with ‘em, I don’t give a fuck. One time Dickie came in here for a case and he bent a fuckin’ spine. It was a first edition, too. I told him if he did that shit again, I’d break his spine just so he’d know how it felt.”

Cassandra nodded sagely. 

“Anyways. Let’s get started. We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Jason huffed. “So, first things first…”

Jason’s system was extensive and particular, much like the majority of his mission plans. He started with a general overview of something called the Dewey Decimal System, which Cassandra had never heard of before in her life. There were nine main classes, and then subclasses that further specified where a book’s place was. He had only liked to use the first part of this system for his own organization.

He then entertained Cass with a lengthy rant about how the Dewey Decimal System was rooted in a multitude of issues because of its dated origin, and he didn’t like it. (“Also, I just refuse to deface the spines with an ugly fuckin’ sticker. I don’t even need a sticker anyways,” Jason grinned. He tapped his head with a worn copy of Little Women. “It’s all in my big-ass brain.”) 

She nodded, amused, and did her best to keep up. He had her pull all of the books down from the shelves. Eventually Alfred came in with tea, and immediately began to help her. They would pass them carefully to Jason, who would sort them on the floor by their first classification: genres.

Between her and Jason, they cleared the shelves all relatively quickly, and soon the entire library was littered with half-formed stacks of books. 

NOW - WHAT?

“We’re gonna start putting ‘em back,” Jason said, standing up with a grunt. He picked up a large stack of volumes. “These are all nerd shit, science and philosophy, stuff like that. You put them on the shelf, alright? Careful, it’s heavy.”

Cassandra lifted them easily from his arms and slotted them back onto the left-most bookshelf. Then she moved books on religion, and then business, law, etiquette, and then filled more shelves with books written in different languages, Old English, Spanish, German, French, Arabic, Punjabi, Romani, Latin, Greek. Encyclopedias on medicine, on art, on music, on geography. 

Alfred worked on previous shelves she’d filled, micro-organizing by topics, names, collections, etc., pulling out publications and moving them one way or another. 

Cassandra’s arms were heavy and there was sweat on Jason’s brow, but he was beaming by the time that they got to the far left of the library. 

“This is literature,” he explained. “This is the best part. This is the only part of the library that’s not done in alphabetical. Because it’s my shit, and I always know where it is.”

“I sort by author name, series, how rare they are, and how much I like them,” he said, standing tall, a gleam in his eyes. Happy. Proud. “I’ve read every single book in here, and this system has been years in the making.”

Cassandra clapped her hands, smiling brightly at him. YOU - MOVE - BOOKS. I - WATCH.

Jason grinned. “Sure. But pay attention, alright? You’re a certified helper if this shit happens again. You’re the only other person but Alfred and I that haven’t committed book-sins in here.”

Cass nodded, and watched carefully as Jason began to work his magic. At the very top, Jane Austen’s entire collection of works, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Daniel Keyes’ Flowers for Algernon, S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders,  C.S. Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia, titles by a Virginia Woolfe, a Charles Dickens, an Andrew Clements, a Jerry Spinelli, a Katherine Patterson, a Robert C. O’Brien…

“Some of these B bought for me,” Jason explained as he’s shelving them. “He used to take me to these massive bookstores around the world for my birthday, and he’d just follow me around for hours while I picked out more books than I could even carry. I keep some of ‘em at my apartment, but most of them are still here.”

NO MORE? 

Jason’s face shuttered, the calm dwindling away into something bitter, disgusted. A small downturn of his lips, his eyes narrow, his shoulders hiking up slightly. All very subtle changes– but not for Cass.

“No,” Jason smiled, his teeth sharp. The smile was weak, it didn’t meet his eyes– it was more like he was baring his teeth. Discomfort. “I’m not fifteen anymore.”

Cassandra frowned. Tried to find the best way to sign, he would take you anywhere if you asked, and, he misses you so much, I can see it in every way that he moves. But words are hard, and painful, and this was too important. So she stayed quiet. She’s becoming more like a Wayne every day.

When Cassandra awoke the next morning and made her way downstairs, arguing chorused from the breakfast nook.

“I didn’t do it,” Damian’s voice said, snide and short, Cassandra caught a glimpse of his nose turned up and his arms crossed. Annoyed. “I’m far too mature for such asinine activities. Perhaps it was Drake, he has a passion for being a nuisance.”

“Brat,” Tim seethed back. His eyebags are dark and heavy. He has his hair pulled back in a messy half-bun, but it doesn’t disguise how greasy it is. “I’ve been working on a case all week, I haven’t even left the cave. And before you even ask, I already checked the security feed, the cameras around the library were offline the entire night.”

They both looked at Dick accusingly, who startled, raising his shoulders in defense. “It wasn’t me, I wasn’t even in the city! I just drove in this morning.”

Cassandra stepped into view, and they all huff over their breakfast plates. She caught Tim’s eye and held her hands out and up, and then pointed out, her eyebrows furrowed.

WHAT - HAPPEN?

“The library’s messed up again,” Tim explained. Lips pursed, shoulders dropped low, back hunched over, eyes hooded and blank. Irritated. Tim never liked when there were mysteries he couldn’t solve. “All of the books are backwards or something.”

Yes. Because last night, she turned each book so that the spine faced the wrong direction. It was much faster than her other tricks, but effective. 

“Alfred wouldn’t do it. It wasn’t Bruce,” Dick reasoned, scratching his chin. “He never goes in there anymore.”

“I don’t go in where anymore?” Bruce walked in, sipping at coffee from a chipped Father’s Day mug. His hair was wet and combed back, he smelt like Eucalyptus and mint. Freshly showered. He brought Cass in for a side hug when she scooted closer to him.

“The library,” Damian said, stabbing at a roasted potato on his plate. He scowled. “Tim tried to pin the blame on me, but I didn’t do it, Father. He’s lying.”

“Damian–”

“I never tried to pin anything on you,” Tim defended, rolling his eyes, “I just said it couldn’t be Dick, and it couldn’t be me.”

“It very well could be you,” Damian shot back. He furiously chewed his potatoes, swallowed, and then pointed his fork accusingly at Tim. “If you were the only one in the cave, then nobody else could have erased the footage!”

Bruce held up his hand. His eyebrows creased, looking at the both of them with great consternation. “Boys, settle down. Footage of what? What happened to the library?”

Cass tugged at his sleeve, and he immediately turned his attention down. She held her hands out pressed together and folded them open.

BOOKS.

“Are they destroyed?” Bruce asked, his voice going gruffer. A twitch of his left eye, his chin wavering. Worried. She quickly shook her head to ease his fears.

“There’s been someone who keeps going into the library,” Dick spoke up hesitantly. “They’re, uh. Moving around the books.”

“We don’t know who,” Tim added, sinking into his seat. “Cams are being wiped, we can’t catch anybody.”

Bruce pressed his lips together for a moment. It’s quiet, except for the faint scraping of silverware against ceramic. 

He grunted finally, looking down to his coffee. He glanced back up. “Is Jason… aware?”

“Yeah,” the table chorused. (Cassandra nodded.)

“I see,” Bruce said slowly. He sat down at the head of the table. He filled a plate and set it at the empty seat beside him, motioned for Cass to sit down. He filled his own plate.

They ate silently, Cassandra munching on her own plate of scrambled eggs, of oat flapjacks– Bruce had given her extra blueberries on top, which was her favourite. Tim got up for another mug of coffee, and when he sat back down, Bruce cleared his throat.

“Tim,” he called. “Any running leads?”

Tim sat up straighter, and shrugged. “I have a few pieces of transient evidence that point to Mad Hatter, but it was cleaned up on the scene by a cop that’s being investigated right now. It’s been a while since we’ve seen him, but the—”

“On the library, Tim.”

Tim paused, looking up in surprise. “The—? Uh. No. I don’t have any leads. I don’t think it’s anybody at this table, because none of us are allowed in the library. Maybe Stephanie? Duke wouldn’t pull a prank like that.”

“Brown isn’t allowed in the library either,” Damian cut in, giving Tim the side-eye. 

“Yeah, but, it’s Steph,” Tim reasoned. 

Cassandra shook her head, lips pulled into a frown. NOT - STEPHANIE.

Tim sighed heavily, slumping back into his seat. He mumbled into his coffee. “Alright, fine. No leads.”

Bruce made a small verbal noise of acknowledgement, and turned to Cassandra. He very minutely narrowed his eyes. She stared back at him. 

His left eyebrow ticked upwards. A silent question.

She blinked slowly. The corner of her mouth lifted.

“Hm,” Bruce grunted. He looked away and began slicing neatly at his breakfast.

Cassandra finished her breakfast and sent a new message to Jason, another string of book and blinking alarm emojis. He sent back an angry face and a thumbs down emoji, with a note saying he would be there later today.

Jason arrived as expected, and upon walking into the library, he only sighed. An obnoxious, loud sigh, with his head tossed back, his arms falling dramatically to his side. 

“I can’t leave for more than a minute without someone touching my shit, huh?” 

“We really don’t know who’s doing it,” Dick said apologetically, standing safely at the doorway of the big room. His toe doesn’t even cross the threshold. He put his arm on Tim’s shoulders. “Not even Tim has a hunch.”

“There’s an easy explanation for that,” Jason called out as he began to rifle through books to check their proper place. “Timbit, are you a suspect?”

Tim glared. “I didn’t touch your books, Jason.”

Jason flipped him off. He turned around and craned his neck, and his eyes met Cassandra’s. He jutted his chin out. “Hey. Come here.”

Cassandra walked in pleasantly, ignoring the blatant shock from her brothers behind her. She tilted her head in question. 

“You start on the left side, alright? It looks like they’re all in the right place, just… backwards, for some fuckin’ reason,” Jason explained, furrowing his eyebrows. He shot his head to the doorway. “You two idiots. Get in here. VIP pass.”

Dick’s eyes widened, and he hesitated before fumbling forward. He flexed his hands, looking around the room like it had been his first time ever walking in. His eyes settle on Jason, a grin on his face. “You’re letting me help?”

“Yeah. Whatever,” Jason mumbled. He looked to Tim, who was still dubiously staring at the open room ahead of him. “Tim. You just gonna stand there all day?”

Tim narrowed his eyes and carefully stepped in, walking around slowly on the balls of his feet, Like a cat exploring new territory. 

“Both of you work in the other language section,” Jason pointed to the middle shelves. “Don’t move the books around. Don’t open them. Don’t breathe on them. All you’re doing is putting them back in with the spine out. If you break any of these rules, I will know.”

“Yessir,” Dick saluted. He very happily began to fix the backwards books, smiling to himself as he did so. He touched each book very carefully, much like Cassandra did, the contents being precious and fragile. 

Alfred stopped by with pastries, hardly batting an eye at the surplus of people in the library. He set down the tray, wiped the coffee table clean, and exited just as swiftly. Cassandra had a sneaking suspicion that he had told Bruce that everyone was convening, though, because moments later Bruce very quietly poked his head in through the doorway.

He lingered, watching with bright eyes, kind lines crinkled softly at the edges, his lips pressed together like he had eaten something sweet. Fondness. One of Cassandra’s favourite emotions to recognize. It made her heart feel light, and made her feel full and happy and safe.

Jason caught him before he could disappear down the hallway. 

“Hey, don’t think you’re getting away without helping,” Jason spoke up, glaring half-heartedly. He motioned pointedly to the shelves. “These were your books first. Come help us fix this mess, one-percenter.”

Bruce opened his mouth, closed it, and then obediently walked in. He kept his hands easily to his sides. “Where do you need me?”

“Social sciences. Next to Cass,” Jason grunted, and focused back on his own shelf.

Bruce took his spot next to Cassandra, giving her a look. Very quietly and under his breath, he said: “I assume you have a motive?”

Cassandra nodded once, smiling at him. 

He grunted again, and began turning books the right way around.

Damian joined them later with both Alfreds in tow– the cat in his arms, and the butler with more refreshments. He looked around the library with raised eyebrows. “Why is everyone gathered here?”

“We’re helping Jason fix his books,” Dick explained cheerfully. 

“We’re doing free labor,” Tim corrected.

“Can it, richboy. You could use some free labor,” Jason said indifferently. He turned to Damian. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” Damian sniffed. He absently scratched the cat’s chin. “Every time we’re all in a room together, there’s often a chance for a funeral to take place.”

“Not every time,” Jason said dryly. “But whatever. Put the cat down, I’m putting you to work, too.”

“Excuse me?” Damian said, stepping away with narrowed eyes. Alfred (cat) held protectively in his arms. “I’m not a butler.”

“Damian,” Bruce lamely chided.

“Sorry, Pennyworth,” Damian acquiesced with an eyeroll. “Your role in this family is undervalued and highly appreciated.”

Alfred (butler) looked very amused as he nodded. “Yes. Well, I accept your apology, Master Damian.”

“Now you have to help,” Tim smirked. “Penance for disrespecting Alfred. Come on, demon-brat. Pick up a book.”

Damian scowled, but set the cat down. Without a word, he stuffily marched over to Dick and began helping him fix the shelves, grumbling under his breath. Moody, Cassandra thought with utmost joy.

It was a big library, but they are a big family. Not so good at communicating, but good at teamwork. Focused. With everybody helping, the shelves are fixed within a few hours, bantering and nudging shoulders all the while. 

“Will you be staying for dinner, Master Jason? I’ll be making shakriye, if you would like to assist with the recipe,” Alfred said simply, as he led everybody out into the hallway. 

“I’ll stick around,” Jason grunted. “I’m camping out in the library all night, actually. I’ll find which one of you is betraying me. Fuck you, Tim.”

Tim threw his hands up, scoffing. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You hardly have to, Drake,” Damian drawled, walking close beside Dick. “Your presence is more than enough.”

“Guys,” Dick chided lightly, smiling wide. “Keep it friendly.”

And behind them, Bruce walked with his hand on Cass’s upper back, his eyes soft, attentive. 

Cassandra smiled at all of it, feeling warm, feeling happy. She set the table with Tim. Dick helped Damian with his math homework. Jason and Alfred worked in the kitchen. Bruce looked over company paperwork. All of them in the same place, relaxed, content, a puzzle with its picture complete.

“Alright, theories?” Dick asked, sipping at a glass of water. “Who do we think is doing it? We’re all a detective family, we’re smart.”

“It's Tim,” Damian answered shortly, dipping his spoon into the stew.

Tim gave a blank stare, looking resolutely unimpressed. “It isn’t me. Don’t be ridiculous. I still think it’s someone outside of the house, my bets are on Steph. She’s cool with Jason.”

“Brown would never betray me like that,” Jason scoffed. “Use your fuckin’ brain. I’m literally her favourite.”

“I dated her!” Tim argued. 

“Then she broke up with you,” Jason shot back, giving a shrug. “So. Now I’m her favourite. It’s a street kid thing.”

Tim rolled his eyes again and took a bite of stew. “Her favourite is Cass.”

“Ah,” Dick clicked his tongue, nodding passively. “Yeah, that’s true, Jay. She’s really close with Cass.”

Cass flushed, tilting her head to the side. Again, she half-signed with one hand: NOT - HER. 

“Well, you heard it,” Dick gestured over to her, grinning. “If Cassandra says it isn’t Steph, then it isn’t Steph. She knows everything.”

“Told you,” Jason said firmly.

“Wait,” Tim frowned, swallowing his food. He looked at her, speculative.  “Dick has a point though. Cass, you pay attention to all kinds of weird stuff that goes on around here. Have you seen anything?”

Cassandra blinked at him innocently. 

Everyone looked over, the only sounds at the table being that of silverware clinking against the ceramic plates, people slurping at stew. 

She shook her head simply. HOUSE - QUIET.

“Okay,” Tim said slowly, frowning more. “Well. That’s… a dead end, I guess.”

For whatever reason, they never seem to suspect her.

Her brothers were silly, and foolish. She loves them.

Despite Alfred’s insistence, Jason wanted to sleep in the library. 

Cassandra didn’t move any books tonight. The memory of all of them fixing each cover properly together was fresh in her mind, and she liked the way Jason’s shoulders weren’t hiked up to his ears after dinner had finished. His eyes didn’t scatter uneasily over each hallway, checking low at every corner. He was no longer moving through their safe home like someone hunted. 

This was to say, when she awoke the next morning, the library was supposed to remain untouched. 

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You awake? [7:02am]

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Library. Cmere [7:03am]

Cass frowned slightly and slid out of bed. She quietly headed out of the hallway and down the stairs, listening to the sounds of the house waking up. 

The heavy doors to the library are shut, so she must pull to open them, and when she poked her head in, everything looked… normal. She didn’t spot any discrepancies, nothing out of place.

Jason was sitting in the most comfortable chair. The one near the fireplace. The one that had started all of this for her, a lesson in grief and rules and love. 

His body curled in comfortably, his head tilted down into a book, white-striped hair hanging over his eyebrows. For a moment, Cassandra imagined this very scene, but years earlier— trying to picture a Jason with crooked teeth, with smaller hands, trying to picture a Jason she didn’t have the chance to meet.

With everything lost, and everything found, there was so much love here, and Cassandra could see it in a way that nobody else could. 

Jason flickered his eyes up from his book. “Cass,” he said neutrally. His shoulders relaxed in a practiced line. His face, falsely blank. Cassandra knew then that he had figured it out, who had been moving the books.

She didn’t so much as blink, didn’t tense, didn’t fret. She watched him, curious, waiting. 

Jason didn’t say anything, only lamely tilting his head in the direction of the couch before looking back down. He was one of the few that didn’t always use words with her. He knew that she knew what he would mean.

She did. She slipped forward like ink and sat quietly on the couch, folding her hands in her lap. She watched her little brother while he flipped each page carefully.

She counted fourteen pages before Jason closed his book, setting it in front of him. He stared back at her for a long moment.

“Why?” He said, his voice gruff.

It was a reasonable question, she supposed. Why would she move his books? Why would she sneak into and disrupt his designated safe space?  Why would she break the rules?

Cassandra flexed her hands, squeezing her fingers into her palms. She stared down thoughtfully, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She let out a quiet sigh.

It was hard to use words verbally. Mostly impossible. It took more energy than was worth, and it made her head hurt. But this seemed important—to her, and to Jason. 

This one word, aloud. 

“Family,” she whispered slowly. Her voice was hoarse, quiet. 

Jason blinked. Surprise and confusion flashed over his face, and Cassandra watched and noted each minute detail. Eyebrows high on his face, but creased together. A frown tugging at his lips.

She would need to explain further, which is equally hard, but she will try. She will always try, for her family.

She brought her hands up:

YOU - LIKE - BOOKS, she explained, her signs choppier than normal. A pause between every word. ME - BIG SISTER - to-YOU - WHEN - ME - HELP - YOU - WITH - BOOKS. 

She nodded with finality, proud of herself. 

“So,” Jason said, and his eyebrows are still furrowed, but there’s an emotion in his eyes that Cassandra can’t place. One that she doesn’t quite have a name for. It made her feel like she was sad, but happy, and found. “You mess with my shelves so I come over?”

Cass hesitated, and then nodded again. The statement was true— but it was much more than that. She always missed him, yes, but— but this wasn’t for her. She looked at the shelves, determined, and turned back to Jason.

BEFORE. YOU - Cassandra brought her hands in front of her, palms down, fingers out, and she shook them. Her shoulders draw upwards in discomfort. NERVOUS. NOT - FEEL - SAFE - at - HOME.

“That’s not—“ Jason argued, his shoulders tensing. Cassandra gave him a firm look, and the fight left him with a resigned sigh. “Okay. Whatever. Continue.”

Cassandra exhaled. LIBRARY - MAKE - YOU - FEEL - SAFE.  

YOU - MAKE - FAMILY -

Cassandra frowned, looking at her own hands. The air was still and silent between them as she chose her next word. She moved her open hands in a circular motion, closing at the bottom. 

UNBROKEN.

She emphasized: ONLY - IF - YOU - HERE. SAFE.

Jason went quiet for a long time. She let the silence wash over both of them, taking in his forcibly lowered shoulders, hardened misty eyes. 

Cassandra didn’t mind, neither did she pressure. She simply allowed herself to be seen, to be quiet and still but also there. Being there was a privilege she hadn’t known in the Before, and was all the more willing to partake in it when she learned the comfort of just… knowing she wasn’t alone. Knowing she could make other people feel not alone. 

However long later, Jason sniffed. Subtly swiped his hand against his cheeks, cleared his throat. His eyes red, darting up skittishly. His vivid green caught her deep brown, and held. She gave him a small, sincere nod.

I see you. 

Jason swallowed, his throat bobbing, his eyes faltering with emotion. He raised his hand, his palm facing towards himself, and he let his fingertips brush against his chin. He swung his hand down, his palm facing up. THANK YOU.

Cassandra smiled at him.

Jason looked down, his hands thumbing back over his book. He sniffed again, and let out a small shaky sigh. 

“This is one of my favourites,” Jason spoke up, giving a forced shrug of nonchalance. “I think you’d like it. It was in French, originally, but uh… this one was translated to English. I’ve had it for years. It’s good, it has pictures and stuff…”

He looked up, pausing, drawing a breath. Hesitation. Waiting. Nervous. Cassandra sat up a little straighter, trying to show her interest as she leaned forward. She quickly brought a hand to her chest and rubbed her open palm in a circle over her heart. PLEASE?

“It’s called The Little Prince, it was written by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,” he explained shortly, his words stilted, his eyes flickering back up to her one last time before he cleared his throat and read.

“Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest…”

Jason had a nice reading voice. With every sentence she understood him a little better, why he loved books so much, why he spent so much time here. With every page she had scooted closer, until she was curled up on the arm of his chair, looking over his shoulder to see the illustrations. 

He read her the story cover-to-cover, and then she shot up to grab another, and another. 

They nested in the library for hours, eating the snacks Alfred snuck in, letting the world fall quiet around them until it was reduced to fireplace ash and ancient upholstery. She leaned his head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and smiled, because she thought surely, it couldn’t get much better than this.

And then Jason stayed for dinner.

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Hi! I love jealousy trop so much!

Can I request Eddie x college reader?

And Eddie is so jealous about her project partner. They're working on it in their house and Eddie sends him threatening glances and tries to show how better he is than this poor boy.

After he left reader is a little bit pissed about Eddie's behaviour but she's also confused because how she could love anyone other than he. And maybe some cuddling for jealous boy? 💜💜💜💜

I love a jealous boy! I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it &lt;3

Never proofread

Jealous Eddie

Eddie and Y/N have been together for years, they met back in highschool and their relationship blossomed quick. They were in love and fell for each other quickly. Once Y/N graduated, she went off to college. And Eddie followed her.

Now they live in a small home together, walls covered with pictures of them and Eddie's guitars. While she attended classes, Eddie focused on his music. For once, planning his future didn't scare him.

He missed her during class though, just waiting for her to come back home. And when she did, he loved how she would do homework next to him on the couch as he did his own thing. But lately, there hasn't been much alone time together.

In one of her classes, she was assigned a huge project that included teaming up with another boy in her class. Of course, Eddie trusted her, but he didn't trust other boys around his girlfriend. She was gorgeous and brilliant. It was hard not to just stare and be amazed by her.

It was Saturday so Eddie took his time leaving bed. Throwing on some boxers as he walked to the kitchen. He heard talking from the living room so he crept it. His eyes landed on his girlfriend, one of his shirts with shorts. She was reading from a book, and his eyes focused on her so much that he almost didn't notice she was reading to someone.

The boy from her class, a name he never bothered to remember, sat next to her. Eddie glared as he practically leaned into her lap. He was nodding to what she said and writing it down. A notebook on his lap and Eddie swore he'd kill the small nerd if that notebook is covering something.

Eddie let out a cough, his arms crossed as he stared down the nerd who looked up and gulped. Eddie caught the tiny movement as the boy scooted away from her. Y/N looked up to see her boyfriend, his sex hair everywhere, hickeys all over his neck, and scratches on his chest. She felt her face flush in embarrassment, she knew Trent saw them too.

"Baby? Want to maybe put on some clothes?" She asked with a shy smile, but Eddie's eyes wouldn't leave Trent.

"No, I'm fine," Eddie said, making sure he flexed his arms and puffed out his chest. Eddie spent a lot of time in the gym while she went to classes. He was still small, but he knew he could crush this nerd with his bare hands.

"Excuse me." She said to Trent as she stood up, both boys watching as her shorts rode up and showed off a tiny bit of her ass. She went to the kitchen to grab some water, Eddie took the time to sit on the chair, across from the couch Trent sat on. Once again staring down the boy.

"Don't get any ideas," Eddie warned, his voice low and threatening. Trent nodded and pushed up his glasses, avoiding eye contact. Y/N came back into the room with water for herself and Trent. The boy reached for the glass, his fingers bumping into Y/N's. Eddie watched as the boy blushed and smiled to himself.

"I said no ideas!" Eddie growled, Trent jumped at his voice and looked at Y/N. And she did not look pleased. "Eddie, knock it off." She warned and sat next to Trent.

The two tried to study but both could only focus on the heated glare from Eddie. She looked up at him again and sighed, "Eddie, can we be alone?"

"Nope, I'm watching him." She rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's actions. "Trent, maybe let's meet at the library in an hour?" She asked him, Trent nodded and quickly raced out. Then her eyes locked on her boyfriend, crossing her arms as he watched Trent run out the door.

"Edward Munson! What has gotten into you? You have been rude to him all week," Y/N pointed out, a pissed-off look on her face.

"It's Saturday! Why was he here? I haven't had alone time with you in a week." Eddie whined, a pout on his face as he grabbed her hands. She rolled her eyes at his whines but moved herself to sit on his lap.

"Because we are almost done and it's due Monday. Plus we had alone time last night." She reminded him, flicking one of his hickeys with a smirk.

Eddie's pout turned into a boyish grin, "mhmm, I remember." But then he focused on Trent again. "I just miss you." He pouted again, holding her hand against his chest as he looked up at her.

"I miss you too, handsome. I'm all yours, though. Just a project and that's all. I love you and I'd never look at anyone else." She said, pecking his lips sweetly. He kissed her back with a smile.

He smirked as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, humming at her familiar taste. His hand went to her stomach, slipping underneath her shirt. She pulled away with a smile. She placed her head on his neck and closed her eyes. He rubbed her skin softly as he held her close.

Eddie would always be jealous, but he knew no one would be a threat. She loved him and she meant it.

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[okerum]

throughout the short duration of my maze runner hyperfix i would write down random thoughts/headcanons i had about them so i'll just copy-paste all of them here

- newt is crazy ticklish but he gets so irritated when someone tickles him. minho does not care

- newt cant sleep in the same room as thomas because thomas snores crazy loud and newt is a v light sleeper

- thomas has a really bad habit of chewing on his fingernails

- once newt got over them kidnapping thomas, he got along really well with group b. and they loved him too (ik him and sonya r siblings but him and harriet would be such good friends. see the vision)

- newt loves reading. i think classics would be his faves

- also good omens

- also he likes mythology

- he probably needs glasses though

- thomas and minho would probably play roblox together and like. bully kids. sometimes brenda will tag along too (shes the meanest but she also thinks roblox is dumb so she goes on it less)

- minho is a total sweat when it comes to gaming

- old grandma newt

- minho and newt would be roomates

- ocd newt maybe

- thomas has SEVERE depersonalization problems

- i can picture newt dancing as a sort of outlet. not sure what kind but just in general

- minho has AT LEAST one skirt

- newt braids his hair ‼️‼️

- thomas and newt and teresa and sonya are all autistic

- also all trans

- plus brenda

- who is also a butch lesbian

- newt is lefthanded

- thomas is the kid with the peanut allergy

- NEWT NONBINARY! THEY/HE!!!!

- do i eveb have to say t4t newtmas...

- teresa is a big swiftie

- newt would like shoujo animes

- minho would like shounen animes

- none of the main 3 can dress themselves and they look like shit usually

- newt doesnt get flustered like at all but THOMAS .... he goes red at any compliment from his crushes

- minho and thomas wrestling lmfaooo

- theyve probably broken several fhings in the process. including walls

- minho badly mocks newt's accent and he HATES it

- newt probably lets minho get away with a lot of things that he doesnt let anyone else get away with though because hes just used to it atp

- thomas is jealous because newt gives him a good scolding (affectionate) whenever he pisses him off. if hes particularly upset, newt will just ignore him for a few hours which is so hard for thomas

- newt has a lot of self-soothing behaviors but he rocks (like, rocking back and forth) a lot

- hes mega autistic look hes either minimum eye contact or intense uninterrupted eye contact and he hates being touched unless hes warned

- also the whole routines/order/rules thing he has going on especially in the glade

- AUTISTIC

- newt's prolly one of those film nerds

- never watched it but he'd be the type to love brokeback mountain

- thomas is a chronic flannel wearer

- oh also forgot its not a given but newt has chronic pain and a mobility aid

- puerto rican thomas...

- hes also demiromantic and demisexual

- thomas is also ticklish

- tickle fights perhaps....

- thomas fell asleep first once at a sleepover and minho drew all over him/fucked with him in his sleep and he never fell asleep before minho ever again

- the gladers probably smelled like shit

- 40 some adolescent-teen boys all alone no supervision doing physical labor all day every day.... 💀

- the older boys do it more but the younger ones need reminding

- runners probably bathe more often too

- esp in the movies when the box only comes up monthly + no visible building for showers??

- teresa came up and GAGGED

- spiderman newt + batman thomas

- newt probavly is prone to sunburns and he was SUFFERINGGG in the scorch. sonya too but she had it a lot easier w group b's circumstances

- half filipino teresa

- also hispanic brenda is that obvious or not

- newt is unexpectedly demanding in relationships he wants kisses all the time

- newt is a bland ass texter

- thomas just doesnt text. he'll facetime you any time u text him bc he doesnt wanna text

- sonya knows basically NO celebrities you'll go "you know chris pratt??" and she'll be like "who tf 💀" (the ones she does know are just the women she has a crush on)

- gally has probably called newt the f slur before but only because he didnt know the extent of how bad it was and (after a good punch and superduper miffed) newt tells him yhe history of it and he never did it again. he felt rlly bad too

- teresa 100% has a full fursona set up in her head

- she also probably silently assigns everyone else fursonas

- newt is a reptile owner

- minho likes dogs but hes also a terrible pet owner so he just goes over to thomas' place to play with his dog

- sonya watches video essays. shes one of those people that'll turn one on every time she sits and eats

- harriet and newt r besties btw

- sometimes newt gets a little nosy about what sonya wont tell him

- thomas has a rbf and intimidates everyone at first (though its usually not long before he makes a fool of himself and everyone realizes hes just a Guy)

- sonya is like newt's reality checker

- ouuugghhh flower shop/tattoo parlor sonya/harriet

- minho tiktok user x newt youtube shorts user x thomas instagram reels user

- gally has NO social media

- newt has a lowkey freakishly good memory

- sonya has a small collection of stuffed animals. she probably liked squishmallows when they were a thing, she collected them a little

- she has pet mice and she pampers them

- newt and sonya have hamster trauma

- the ENTIRE gang went to see barbie together and they all dressed up

- gally probably showed up not dressed up but sonya and newt planned it so they brought him an outfit and peer pressured him into changing into it at the theater

- it was probably a barbie fit (as punishment) while the rest of the guys were kens

- have i said newt and minho would be roomies or no

- minho and frypan have TOTAL brainrot humor and they bounce off each other (sometimes thomas participates. newt watches silently but judgementally)

- newt with eds on top of his chronic pain from his knee im sorry bro

- very musically inclined thomas versus musically incompetent newt

- minho calls newt hot nonchalantly / newt attempted b4 /ref

- feel like its also a given but newt and alby had a fling

- thomas infodumps on social media and minho just talks about himself

- newt is probably entirely caught up in some niche drama situation someone's posting about

- minho's tiktok fyp is convinced hes a gay man

- newt's is probably convinced hes a lesbian

- thomas just has like weird obscure humor that nobody (including him) understands

- sonya is chappel roan's #1 fan

- truth or dare with minho goes CRAZY

- harriet has a pet tarantula.... freaky little lesbian.....

- newt smoking to get relief from his chronic pain and anxiety and depression and trauma and

- minho probably discovered a long time ago that while newt will NEVER ask for it, he sleeps better with physical contact. so he holds his hand silently and without acknowledging it

- passenger princess thomas lmfaoaoooofofotitu

- ivy trio plays horror games like phasmophobia and lethal company. thomas always dies first and newt is the only one actually playing the game

- rip newt you wouldve loved being inside while it rains and reading a good book

- he'd also be really good at romanticizing the midwest

-END-

okay thats all. a few edits were made so its coherent/fits my current views of the characters more but its 98% raw from my notes app. just a peek into my twisted mind 😈😈😈

[gay-transformation-stories]

The Revenge

Elliot was tired and hungry as he walked home from his job at McDonald's. He had been frying burgers and fries all day, and his boss had been yelling at him constantly. He just wanted to go home and hide in his room where he could read his comics and play Minecraft. He was a typical nerd, with glasses, small, unathletic, shy, and with a big belly. He had no friends and was often bullied by others for his nerdy ways.

The worst of all was Chad. Chad was the exact opposite of Elliot. He was at least two heads taller than Elliot, very muscular, and above all, good-looking. He was the star of the wrestling team, winner of the regional championships, and the crush of all the girls. He looked like a young god and his body was a gift from heaven. But he was also arrogant, cruel, and sadistic. He loved to harass Elliot, beat him up, take his food, exploit him as a helper, or expose him in front of everyone. Elliot hated Chad more than anything else in the world. At the same time, he also felt attracted to Chad and envied his life.

To get home, Elliot had to cross the abandoned freight yard. It was evening and it was already starting to get dark. Elliot slipped through the hole in the fence as he always did. It was a forbidden shortcut, but also the shortest way home. He always hoped that he wouldn't meet anyone, especially not Chad or his friends.

But today he was out of luck. As he crawled through the hole in the fence, he saw Chad sitting on an old freight car with his legs apart in the sunset. He was smoking a cigarette and grinning wickedly when he spotted Elliot.

"Hey, fatty! What are you doing here? Looking for something to eat? Oink, oink!" Chad jeered and laughed.

Chad jumped off the freight car and ran after him. Elliot was startled and tried to run away, but it was too late. Chad caught him easily, grabbed his neck with one hand, while taking drags of his cigarette and blowing smoke in Elliot's face with the other.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Elliot whimpered.

"Why should I? You're my favorite toy. I have so much fun with you," said Chad, tightening his grip around Elliot's neck.

"Chad, please stop, you know I have asthma," Elliot said, gasping for air.

"You don't have asthma, you're just FAT," Chad said with a sneering grin. His eyes were full of contempt as he said it.

Elliot wanted to run away, but Chad held him up like a puppet. Elliot didn't know how much longer he could take it, he couldn't breathe anymore. He closed his eyes and wished for only one thing: that he could be in Chad's place. That he could be as big and strong as him. That he could be like him!!

Suddenly they heard a loud shout. A flashlight shone on them. They were no longer alone in the abandoned freight yard. They were standing between the wagons on the tracks, and one of the security guards had spotted them.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY!! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!!" the security guard shouted.

The security guard aimed his stun gun at them. He pulled the trigger and two electric arrows shot out of the device. One hit Elliot in the back, the other hit Chad in the arm. They felt a powerful electric shock run through their bodies. They screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Then everything went black. They both lost consciousness and fell to the ground...

Chad slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wall. He felt strange. He tried to remember what had happened. He had been holding Elliot, who was looking at him pleadingly. Then the guard came and shocked them both. Then everything went black. He heard a faint buzzing around him. He turned his head and saw a cell. He was in prison. He saw the bars that locked him up. He saw the other inmates staring at him hostilely. He saw the guard looking at him contemptuously and talking to the police.

He wanted to protest, but his voice failed him. He wanted to stand up, but his body did not obey him. He looked down at himself and was shocked. That was not his body. That was a small, misshapen body. He was wearing Elliot's clothes, Elliot's thick belly. He was Elliot!

He touched his face and felt the rough stubble. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair. He opened his mouth and saw his yellow teeth in a reflection. He was ugly.

He suddenly felt different. He felt weak and insecure. He felt helpless and small. He felt like Elliot.

He started screaming and thought: This is a nightmare. This must be a mistake. This must stop. He must get his body back. He must find Elliot and hold him accountable. Eventually, he managed to get up with difficulty. Everything was still spinning, he staggered to the cell door and started screaming, "LET ME OUT OF HERE, THIS IS A MISTAKE, LET ME OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY, DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM??"

Elliot also started to wake up slowly. He felt warm and secure, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. He felt the fresh sheets on his skin, he thought it was a dream. Elliot fell asleep again. It wasn't until the next morning that he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around and noticed the many posters of naked women and race cars on the walls. Where was he?? This was definitely not his room. He was still slightly dazed and got up and went to the mirror. He couldn't believe what he saw. He was huge and muscular. His upper body was extremely well-trained and shone in the light. He wore jogging pants that emphasized his trained ass. He looked like an Abercrombie model. He looked like Chad.

Elliot touched his face and felt the smooth skin. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. He opened his mouth and saw his white teeth. He was perfect.

He suddenly felt different. He felt strong and confident. He felt powerful and attractive. He felt like Chad.

He turned around and looked at his back and shoulders. He couldn't help but flex his biceps and touch his abs. He couldn't stop looking at himself in the mirror. Elliot looked into his jogging pants and was impressed by what he saw. He could hardly believe that he was now so well-endowed.

He wondered what it would be like to live in Chad's body and what it would be like to sign up for Grindr with his new body.

But how could this happen?? He remembered the incident at the freight yard and the electric shock he and Chad had received. This probably led to the body swap. Chad's family probably learned directly from the sheriff about the incident and brought Chad home immediately. He thought that Chad was somewhere in his body. And wondered what Chad was doing right now and how he was feeling in his body.

He smiled and thought: This isn't so bad. Maybe he can take advantage of this. Maybe he can live Chad's life. Maybe he can have everything he ever wanted and teach Chad a little lesson with his new body.

Several days passed without Elliot hearing anything from Chad, and he began to worry. Was the shock perhaps too much for Chad?

Elliot tried to push the thought out of his mind and enjoy his new life. He could hardly believe how easy life at university suddenly was for him. With his new godly body, he was a magnet for attention. The other students admired him for his strength and looks, and his presence in the room was simply unmistakable. Elliot enjoyed the positive looks and compliments he received from others. It was a completely new feeling for him to be so accepted and admired.

He found it incredibly satisfying how easy it was for him to shine in social situations. Suddenly, he was invited by everyone, and people seemed to be drawn to him. Elliot felt a new energy within himself, and his self-confidence grew with each passing day. Life was suddenly so much easier, and he enjoyed how easy he had it. At the same time, he tried to be nice to everyone; he wanted to be a better person than Chad.

One day after class, Elliot went to his locker to get his things. He wanted to go home quickly and relax. He had had a long and tiring day.

He opened his locker and looked for his backpack. He couldn't find it. Instead, he found a note with an ugly drawing of himself and a message:

"Hey Fatty! I stole your backpack! If you want it back, you have to meet me at the old warehouse! But be warned: I have a few surprises for you! HAHAHA! Your best friend Chad"

Elliot, in Chad's body, angrily crumpled up the note. He knew it was a trap, but he wanted to confront the situation. He decided to finally teach Chad a lesson.

He went to the old warehouse on the edge of town. It was an abandoned building that used to serve as a storage facility for building materials. It was dark, dirty, and dangerous.

As Elliot entered the warehouse, he heard a voice from the shadows:

"There you are, you loser! I've been waiting for you! Because of you, I spent the last few days in custody because your stupid mother didn't have the money for bail."

It was Chad in Elliot's chubby, small body, emerging from behind a stack of wooden planks.

He held Elliot's backpack in his hand and grinned wickedly. "Do you want your backpack back? Then come and get it!"

Chad threw the backpack on the floor and stood with his legs wide apart. He still believed he could intimidate the now huge Elliot. He still believed he could beat Elliot. He still believed he could defeat the now muscular Elliot.

The now small and chubby Chad was not stupid. He knew he was physically inferior and would have no chance if he fought fairly. He took every opportunity to surprise or confuse Elliot. He threw things at his head and sand in his eyes. It didn't take long for Elliot to lose control of the situation. He was overwhelmed; he had not expected this. He thought it would be an easy game for him in Chad's muscular body, but he was wrong.

Elliot fell back into his defensive posture from before; he froze, curled up, and hoped it would all be over quickly. But Chad was angry, angrier than ever before in his life. He kicked Elliot in the shin and then punched him with all his might in the soft parts. Elliot fell to the ground on his knees and groaned. In the past, Chad would have been satisfied with that, but not this time. Too much had happened; he had lost his body and his life to the fat nerd, and he was going to make him pay.

Chad grabbed one of the many wooden planks lying around and hit Elliot with all his strength on the back of the head. Elliot immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground. When Elliot came to, he was kneeling on the dusty concrete floor of the abandoned factory. Elliot felt his muscles ache and his joints crack. His hands and feet were tied together with tape behind his back and attached to an old radiator. He had a sock in his mouth that muffled his screams. He was now a prisoner waiting for his torture. He couldn't imagine how he got into this situation. Chad wanted his body back and Elliot was going to pay for taking it away from him. Elliot wept bitterly, his snot running from his nose. Chad stood nearby like an uninvolved spectator with a crowbar. "Well, how do you like your new body? I have to say, you have good taste. Too bad you can't handle it. What a waste," said Chad. Elliot was terrified, he tried to scream and free himself, but it was useless. He felt helpless and alone. He wondered how he was going to get out of this situation. Elliot tried to speak, but his mouth was still stuffed with an old sports sock. Which Chad eventually pulled out. Elliot, who was almost 2.00 meters tall muscle man, began to cry: "Please Chad, please let me go, I don't know how the bodyswap happened, please Chad, you have to believe me." Chad: "I believe you, you don't have enough backbone for such an action, fatso. But I still think you're not entirely innocent. What happened at the old freight yard happened because you wanted it to." Elliot: "Please Chad, I'll do anything you want, but please let me go now. I'll really do ANYTHING for you." Elliot looked like a fighter, but he felt like a weakling.

In the end, Elliot continued to be harassed and tormented by Chad, even though he now had a muscular body. Chad enjoyed his power over Elliot and treated him like a slave. Elliot felt trapped and scared of Chad, but he didn't know how to break free. He longed for his old life back, but it seemed out of reach. Chad took advantage of the situation and pushed Elliot further into despair. He forced Elliot to work for him and to harm others. Chad used Elliot's new muscular body as a shield against others. He told him what to do and threatened to inflict pain on him if he didn't obey. Elliot, who was afraid of being hurt even more, obeyed him and helped him cover up his criminal activities. Chad knew he could exploit Elliot's fear to manipulate and control him. Chad's thoughts now revolved around Elliot's body.

He saw it as a tool to help him expand his power and tyrannize others. He became obsessed with controlling the body and using it to achieve his goals. Chad treated Elliot's muscle body like an object that belonged to him and no longer like a human being. Chad began to feel increasingly drawn to the body he once owned. He started to intensify his obsession with his old body and spent hours looking at old photos and remembering what it was like to live in that body. Chad was obsessed with how perfect Elliot looked in his new body. Every morning, he styled Elliot's hair and carefully chose the perfect outfit for him. He shaved Elliot's body daily in the shower and selected the perfect body spray for him. Chad wanted to make sure that Elliot was outwardly just as perfect as he once was. He spent hours styling and perfecting Elliot's body until he was finally satisfied. Elliot became a life size toy.

But despite all his efforts, he couldn't really hide Elliot's lack of confidence and insecurity. Elliot was uncertain in his new body and often felt uncomfortable, even though he now looked physically strong and impressive. He was afraid that he was no longer himself, that he had changed. He no longer felt comfortable in his own skin and had difficulty adjusting to his new physical strength. He often avoided looking in the mirror because he couldn't bear the image he saw. His eyes reflected this insecurity and despite his muscular body, he still seemed like a nervous nerd. Chad had been shaving Elliot daily for some time now, but something was different this morning. As he ran the razor over Elliot's muscular chest, he suddenly felt a strange tingling in his own groin. Chad had never before reacted so strongly to the touch of another body and couldn't believe he was so attracted to his own former, muscular, and masculine body. As he shaved Elliot's ass, he couldn't help but let his hands glide over the tight muscles he discovered in Elliot's body. The tingling in his own body grew stronger and he felt his heart beating faster. Chad had never felt attracted to a man before, but in this moment, he couldn't help but realize that he was drawn to Elliot's body. Chad quickly withdrew and tried to suppress these new and confusing feelings. He had no idea what was happening to him or how to process these unexpected sensations. But he knew that he was now looking at Elliot's body differently than before and that he couldn't ignore this new attraction.

The End

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | lX

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: A victory party commences and you're noticing some red flags but maybe your love for Eli is enough to oversee it.

Warnings: Hawk being Hawk, bullying, kissing, swearing

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Season 2 has begun! I can't wait to write out the upcoming chapters cause I really think there's so much drama (and your girl loves drama)! Also would love to hear some feedback about this story! Send in an ask or comment!

Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“So you might be wondering what a team does after they win the championship,” Aisha smiled into the camera. “The answer? Victor nachos!” She panned over the plate of nachos ordered for the table.

You cheered as you clinked your glasses together. 

“It was supposed to be a round of drinks but the waitress was not feeling Hawk’s fake ID,” Aisha said. 

Your eyes widened and you stifled a laugh at the look on Eli’s face. 

“Hey, don’t talk about that, my parents follow you,” he whispered. 

You chewed on your lip, suppressing a smile when Aisha apologized to his parents directly. 

“No mercy, bitches,” she closed off before joining the three of you.

Now that the weekend was here, you went for a victory dinner with your friends. Demitri tagged along as well. 

While you were still mad at Eli, you both haven’t spoken about the night of the tournament. You continued to text about anything else, but it was evident something was going on based on the space between the two of you and the fact that you hadn’t kissed since then.

“I gotta say, it’s kinda nice to be at a victory party,” Demitri grinned, pulling you from your thoughts, and grabbing a nacho from the plate. 

A smile appeared on your face. Demitri wasn’t a part of Cobra Kai, so you were glad he was able to share this moment with you, even if your boyfriend disagreed.

“Yeah, except you had nothing to do with the victory,” Eli smirked, taking the nacho right out of his best friend’s hand. 

“Well, I like to consider this a belated party for the coding competition we won at computer camp,” Demitri answered. “Remember?” 

Your eyes lit up at the mention of that. It was a lonely two weeks for you, not having anyone to hang out with or talk to, but the moment they arrived back, you were so excited to hear their stories. Especially their song, which Demitri happened to be singing at the moment.

Aisha burst out in laughter at the corniness and you joined in, only because of the way Demitri started dancing.

“Hey, cool it with the nerd shit, huh?” Eli whispered to Demitri. 

Your smile fell for a brief moment and you wondered what that was about. Sending a comforting glance at Demitri, you knew he was taken aback at the sudden outburst.

“Is Miguel around? His wings are getting cold,” you gestured to his food, deciding to focus on something else.

“He’s probably moping about Sam,” Aisha said. 

“We should probably go check on him,” your boyfriend said.

You slid out of the booth so Eli could leave, and when you sat back down, you were met with a knowing look from Demitri. 

“What’s going on with you?” He looked at you concerned.

“Is it that obvious?” You raised a brow, crossing your arms on the table. 

“Seeing as I’ve known you the majority of my life, I will say yeah,” he blew out a breath, passing you a lopsided grin. “I also know you well enough to know it has something to do with Hawk,” he mocked your boyfriend’s nickname and with how you were feeling, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

It died down quickly when your attention was focused back on what happened.

“You saw what he did to Robby,” you began, playing with your fingers. “Sensei taught us not to show mercy, but,” you ended the thought and shook your head, brows furrowed. “What happened to Eli?”

He sighed before taking a deep breath. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing,” he shrugged.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love his confidence,” you said. “But this is borderline psycho,” you pointed out. “And when did your guys’ theme song become lame?!” You exclaimed. “He’s changing more each day,” your voice fell solemn. “And now I’m not sure if I like it.”

“I know, it sucks but,” he paused, licking his lips. “Just take a breath,” he reassured, patting your hand gently. “Talk to him, I think he’d still listen to you.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. You pressed your lips together and you both stayed there, holding hands in comfort. When your boyfriend came back, his brows creased as he stared at your held hands. You sighed as you pulled away.

“What the hell’s going on?”

You took in a breath as you glanced at Demitri, his look telling you it was okay. “We need to talk,” you said, standing up from the booth. 

His demeanor changed, worry filling him but he nodded, following you outside.

“What’s going on?” Eli asked, sitting next to you on the curb while you hugged yourself. He pulled you into his side.

You shut your eyes, welcoming it and finding comfort in his embrace.

“I don’t know,” you licked your lips. “You tell me,” you inhaled.

He sighed, maneuvering so you were facing the same way, his hand on your arm. “I’m not gonna apologize for what I did to Robby,” his voice was calm. 

“I’ll forget about it for this reason, but I’m still waiting on my apology for what you said,” you stared down at your interlocked hands, running your thumb against his knuckles. 

“I didn’t mean what you thought I meant, I wouldn’t hurt you, ever,” he brushed his lips over your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“What about Demitri?”

“What about him?”

“Binary Brothers,” you said.

“I don’t like that nerd shit anymore,” he scoffed. “It’s loser talk.”

“They’re memories, who cares if you went to computer camp?”

“I care,” he stated. 

“You don’t have to lose yourself completely,” you looked up at him. “You can still like computers and be badass.”

“You don’t understand,” he shook his head. “I can’t go back to that, to that life. Things are perfect right now and I can’t let anyone ruin it, not even Demitri,” he gulped. 

Your face fell when you realized it before you reached up to cup his cheek.

“I understand,” you pressed your forehead against his. “More than you know,” you leaned in to kiss him. “You can be nicer to Demitri though,” you pulled away. “He’s your best friend.”

He didn’t respond, only looking out onto the street. 

You followed his gaze and it went unspoken that things were good now.

~

You were talking to Aisha when the bell rang at the entrance. You smiled as you greeted your boyfriend, cupping the sides of his face and going in for a kiss. You were happy that things were okay, no more silent arguing or rough patches, and you could return to having a boyfriend.

“Hi, babe,” he greeted, hand on your waist.

“What the hell happened here?” Miguel asked, referring to the broken mirror and fire damage on the wall.

“Looks like Sensei threw a party,” Aisha shrugged.

You rested your hands on your belt as you listened.

“Must have been pretty sick if fire got involved,” Eli smirked, shrugging off his bag. 

You hiked your shoulders up before the four of you made your way onto the mat.

The new students gathered inside, wondering what happened as well, their mummers were loud but were cut short as Sensei appeared, kicking them out.

“Everyone, fall in!” He instructed the class once everyone left. He walked over to the front of the class. He didn’t seem pleased even compared to his normal state of being intense.

“Must’ve been a rager, Sensei,” Eli said, smirking.

You raised a brow in amusement as Miguel continued.

“Were you celebrating all weekend?” 

“Celebrating what? That my students are a bunch of pussies?” He asked, face filled with anger.

You furrowed your brows, unsure of what he meant.

“Diaz, Hawk, upfront,” he snapped his fingers.

The two boys glanced at each other, confusion written on their faces before they complied.

Sensei stalked behind them before he began. “Hawk. Did you attack your opponent when his back was turned?” He asked.

Eli raised a brow, glancing over his shoulder. Reluctance filled his features before he responded. “Yes, Sensei,” he said, swallowing down any hesitation and keeping a stern face on.

Sensei narrowed his gaze before moving to Miguel. “Diaz, did you purposely attack your opponent’s injury?” 

“Yes, Sensei,” he responded with more assurance, but still he held that look of confusion.

“You think that makes you badass?” Sensei circled them, facing them.

Neither could answer.

“Miss Robinson! Miss L/N!” Sensei shouted.

“Yes, Sensei,” you both responded.

“Two cobras in the jungle. One kills the strongest lion, the other kills an injured monkey. Which cobra do you wanna be?”

“The one that kills the lion, Sensei,” you responded in union.

“And why is that?”

“Because it killed a stronger animal,” you said.

“Correct!” He yelled, conviction in his tone. “Cobra Kai is about being badass. And the baddest badass is when he beats his opponent when he’s at his strongest!” His voice raised. “Not when his back is turned!” He screamed directly in Eli’s face. “Not when he’s injured!” He did the same to Miguel. “Is that understood?” He turned to the class. 

“Yes, Sensei!” You responded with the rest of the class, a crease between your brows as you looked at your boyfriend.

“That means no more cheating, no more fighting dirty, from here on out those are pussy moves and you don’t wanna be pussies.”

“No, Sensei!” 

“Good, that’s why I had you wear your white belts, we’re starting over,” he stood in the middle of class. “Hawk, Diaz, fifty push-ups on your knuckles. Miss Robinson, Miss L/N, warm them up,” he pointed at the two boys before directing them towards you two.

You let out a breath before you followed Aisha to the front of the class. You nodded before you spoke. “Fighting position. Jab punch. Ready? Hiya!” You shouted, following through with the movement.

Adrenaline coursed through you as you directed the class alongside Aisha. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eli and Miguel do push-ups. You couldn’t say you felt bad, part of you felt better knowing your Sensei didn’t agree with what went down either.

Only, you knew your boyfriend would feel differently, it was only a matter of time until you saw you were right.

~

After class, you were sent off with a homework assignment—watch Over the Top. That’s how you ended up in Eli’s basement with the rest of the dojo, the movie playing on the TV. 

You were curled into Eli’s side, feet tucked under you as you both shared a bowl of popcorn. The movie was definitely unlike anyone you saw, but it was a good movie you guessed.

“Use a coaster, dipshit” Eli flicked a kernel at one of your friends.

You snickered, Eli smiled down at you before he settled.

The movie ended and Miguel was the last to leave. 

Once the basement was cleaned up, you were about to leave but Eli had another idea.

“Come on, stay,” he stopped you from texting your dad to pick you up, a smile on his face. “We could watch a movie or something.”

Your eyes widened. “Mean Girls,” you stated.

He chuckled before grabbing the remote to put it on.

A few minutes later, the movie was playing but you were not watching. Somehow, Eli had managed to turn your attention to him and since then, his lips never left yours. 

His hand was on the small of your back while you curled your hand around his neck, your other hand resting on his chest. 

Since the weekend, all you and Eli have been doing was kissing. While you enjoyed it, you missed the moments where you kept each other company or even talked. That’s why you pulled away. 

He chased after your lips but you stopped him.

“How about we watch the movie?” You asked, chewing on your lip. “We’ve been kissing non-stop and my lips need a break,” you chuckled. 

He inhaled before passing you a smile. “Sure.” 

You paid attention this time, watching as Cady met the Plastics. The movie went on, your arm thrown across Eli’s abdomen while your cheek rested in the crook of his shoulder. You glanced up at him momentarily to see if he was watching.

“Do you like this movie?” You asked.

“It’s interesting,” he shrugged. “The blonde chick’s pretty badass for the shit she does,” he answered. “But tell me how realistic it is,” he glanced down at you, an amused look plastered on his face.

“Wish I could tell you, but instead of playing Barbies with other girls I was stuck watching you and Demitri trade Pokémon cards,” you joked. 

“Don’t remind me,” he sighed.

You furrowed your brows up at him. “Hey, seeing you get excited over getting Charizard for the first time was the moment I realized I liked you,” you stated, voice lightening at the memory.

He blinked at the realization. “You’ve liked me since then?” He looked at you.

You were left mouth agape. “I-uh,” you gulped. “Yeah, since then,” you smiled. “The nerdiness was cute,” you added. 

Something flashed over him as his gaze dropped. “And now?” 

“Your confidence,” you shrugged. “Your strength. I feel safe when I’m around you,” you said truthfully.

He smirked, reaching down to cup your jaw. 

“I like you though, Eli, all of you. And you don’t have to be a certain way around me,” you stated, sitting up. “I love you,” you confessed.

His eyes lit up. “I love you too,” he said with conviction. 

You beamed, reaching down to kiss him. You couldn’t believe you said it. But you were glad you did.