#so chemistry lab partners it is ig

[theflyingfeeling]

Fourtheenth Day of Gift-Giving: Fun Adventures

Prompt: A group project in school brings some unusual friends together

Yes, it's a high school AU, somewhat inspired by / based off this fic idea I had a while ago! I've never written a high scool AU before so pls be nice, also I've taken some liberties with the prompt again, because there's no group project per se, they're simply in the same chemistry class 😌

Banner made by @kraeuterhexchen again, thanks for suffering for me a bit I love youuuu <3

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Aleksi muffled his third yawn in a row on his palms. Every single week at this exact time he regretted his promise to his father that he’d take at least four optional courses this school year on top of all the compulsory ones in exchange for a language course in Amsterdam next June. The tragedy was that his schedule was already so full with the compulsory courses alone that he could barely find gaps to fill with anything else at more humane times than at eight o’clock on a Monday morning, which was when his additional chemistry class was held. It didn’t help that none of his friends or acquaintances were taking the same class; Aleksi envied them for their superior life choices.

Chemistry could be alright at best, but in general it wasn’t among his favourite subjects. Rather than reaction equations, Aleksi was much more fascinated by the only other guy in the group he knew by name, who, by the happy coincidence of the two of them both being late to class on the first day, ended up being his lab partner. He didn’t know Olli because they were buddies, quite the contrary, in fact; one of Olli’s friends was still bitter about Aleksi standing him up regarding a music project (which had been but a case of bad communication, of which Aleksi was deeply ashamed, even though in the eyes of his own friends it had been ‘such a big-dick move to put that cocky emo loser back in his place lol’), so Aleksi wasn’t exactly surprised that Olli never replied to his sleepy greeting on Monday mornings. Thinking back to it, Aleksi couldn’t recall the boy saying anything at all during the chemistry classes, so that by now he would’ve started suspecting Olli was mute, if it wasn’t for the times he had seen Olli laugh and joke about with his friends at recess. From the little Aleksi had heard when he had passed by the group in the school corridors, Olli had a soft, quiet voice, often blending under the much louder ones of his friends, which was why Aleksi had set making Olli speak to him as his main ambition for the course, rather than getting a high mark.

“Morning,” he said to Olli like he did every Monday, and like every Monday, Olli barely glanced his way. What made this Monday different from all the other Mondays was that Aleksi could’ve sworn he had seen Olli nod at him this time, sort of in a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of way, although it may as well have been just his tired brain making things up. Nevertheless, it gave Aleksi the spark of hope that had him sit up straight, ready to converse Olli’s ears off in case he finally happened to be in the mood, but before he could open his mouth to ask Olli about his weekend, the teacher started the lesson by shoving hand-outs on their tables.

That day, however, Aleksi was determined to succeed in his plan at long last, even if he had to get a little creative.

While Olli was concentrating on keeping his eyes open as the teacher explained the theory behind the day’s experiments, Aleksi picked up his pencil and wrote on the corner of Olli’s hand-out:

Hi! :)

The anticipation nearly had him tremble as he waited for Olli to react in any way; for the longest time, bordering Aleksi’s patience, Olli did nothing but stare at the letters Aleksi had scribbled. He still didn’t look at him, still didn’t say anything or – god forbid – smile; he just blinked at the single word that had appeared in the corner of his paper.

Then, after a million years in Aleksi’s experience, he grabbed his own pencil.

hi

Those two letters alone made Aleksi feel like a winner already.

How are you?

Still keeping his eyes firmly on the paper, Olli seemed to be pondering his answer for a while.

good

Aleksi wondered if Olli was as terse speaking up as he was in writing.

Great to hear! I’m doing good as well :) Do you have a long day on Mondays?

Exactly like a moment earlier, Olli did nothing but stare at their brief written conversation. Aleksi wanted to believe that Olli was just about to write his answer but was ruthlessly interrupted by the teacher ordering them to walk over and look closer as she’d perform an example experiment for them to later mimic.

They didn’t get a chance to continue their little chat later on in the lesson, and they never spoke during the practical experiments they were asked to do – or rather, Olli never spoke, despite Aleksi’s best efforts to at least have him answer some simple yes-or-no questions, such as ‘do you want to try first?’ or ‘can you pass the pipette?’ or ‘oh fuck, do you think we should tell the teacher?’ when their experiments sometimes failed unexpectedly. The best Aleksi had gotten out of Olli was a suppressed snort when the other day Aleksi had accidentally spilled some red colour additive on his brand-new Off-White t-shirt.

“Quit laughing, or I’ll tell everyone it’s your blood,” he had said in hopes of making Olli properly giggle, but it had seemed to have the opposite effect, for Olli hadn’t let out a single sound for the rest of class after that. Later, Aleksi had wondered if it had been because Olli was scared Aleksi actually might, and to prevent his friends from getting wind of them being lab partners – because clearly he was that opposed to the idea of being associated with Aleksi – he had firmly kept his lips sealed for the rest of the class and all the ones that followed it.

This day, someone must have put something in Olli’s breakfast porridge, however, because when the class was dismissed, Olli spoke in his low, quiet voice, not even directly at Aleksi, but more to his general direction, so that Aleksi knew the words were addressed to him.

“See ya.”

“Yeah, see ya!” Aleksi replied, perhaps a little too eagerly, rolling his eyes in frustration when Olli hurried out of the classroom.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

~*~

The next Monday, Aleksi decided to go past formalities and straight to the point to get Olli to interact with him.

Had a nice wknd? :) 

Aleksi was most definitely too optimistic for his own good, but he had a feeling Olli didn’t take half as long to answer this time, even though his reply remained brief.

yup

Literally on the edge of his seat, Aleksi waited for Olli to elaborate on his reportedly ‘nice weekend’ – in vain. He rolled his eyes and picked up his pencil again.

What did you get up to?

Olli flipped pencil in his fingers like one would do with a drumstic, clumsily, almost dropping it on his desk. Aleksi saw an attractive blush slowly spread on Olli’s cheeks and hoped it wouldn’t discourage Olli away from the budding conversation. 

At last, Aleksi’s patient waiting was rewarded.

went to see a gig

Aleksi clenched his pencil into his fist out of sheer excitement. If there was a topic Aleksi could’ve chatted about for hours on end, it was music, his first and (so far) only love. He knew Olli played in a band and was sure that if he only could somehow make Olli lower his walls for him, they might actually find a lot to whisper about to pass the time a bit more merrily on Monday mornings.

So cool! Who did you see?

Olli didn’t keep him waiting for long, which Aleksi decided to take as a sign of Olli also being keen on their current conversation topic.

If only Aleksi knew how to help Olli get out of his shell a little more.

a friend’s band

Aleksi nodded, careful not to appear too enthusiastic or intrusive to scare Olli off, now that he had gotten him to write more than one word at a time.

Any good?

The teacher was just about to have the class gathered around her table again, so instead of a thorough review of the music show, Olli only jotted down a wonky yup in response before hurrying to the front of the classroom. During the whole rest of the class, Aleksi was not given another chance to fish more out of Olli’s weekend.

Well, he sighed to himself, standing up to join his coursemates, another Monday, then. 

~*~

Later that day, sort of by coincidence (of having purposefully lingered around the music classroom on the pretext of asking the music teacher about an upcoming extra credit class), Aleksi learnt Olli’s band had a practice slot in the music classroom on Monday evenings. His plan was not to spy on Olli, but he figured he might as well use this newly-acquired information to squeeze a little more out of Olli in their next chemistry class.

Any plans after school?

Only when he noticed Olli freeze upon seeing the question on the margin of his notebook, Aleksi realised how it must sound like to him, so out of the blue.

Just curious btw :) 

Olli seemed to hesitate before answering.

band practice

Aleksi hid his smirk behind his palm.

Hook, line and sinker, he thought to himself, the pencil in his hand itching to write down all the follow-up questions he had prepared. By the end of the class, Aleksi congratulated himself, for his plan to have Olli blabber about their common interest had worked out splendidly: Aleksi had learnt, for example, that Olli had been playing the bass for seven years already and that their band was actually working on their first EP, which Aleksi was genuinely impressed by. What really had made Aleksi feel like he was on top of the world, however, was when he noticed the smallest hint of amusement on Olli’s face; he still hadn’t managed to lure Olli to look him in the eye, but he had made him smile, which was perhaps even better.

The rest of the week Aleksi spent barely paying attention to what his friends were talking or laughing about in between classes, too busy searching for his chemistry class conversation buddy with his eyes. He did so every day, even though he was convinced the principal granting him the rest of the semester off with no consequences was more likely than catching Olli looking at him.

That was, until he did.

It was only a fleeting moment in time as they passed each other in the canteen and over before Aleksi’s heart could settle back to its place from his throat where it had jumped up to. He couldn’t tell since when his lab partner looking his way had started rousing this kind of reaction in him; then again, Olli had never really glanced his way before, so how could he have known?

Maybe that was also why Aleksi hadn’t noticed the shade of Olli’s irises until now. They were dark grey, he could tell, serious but not cold by any means. He couldn’t wait to take a closer look at them the next time he was given the chance.

Perhaps it was time for Aleksi to change his tactics.

~*~

“Hi Olli,” Aleksi said as soon as Olli walked up to his desk the next Monday. As if surprised to hear his name spoken out loud, Olli looked up at him, and Aleksi was granted another glimpse of those mysterious eyes.

Olli didn’t let him rejoice for too long, though, before turning his gaze to his desk as he sat down.

“Hi.”

And that was it: their first spoken conversation (in which Olli had also participated), despite Olli avoiding his gaze for the rest of the class, as was his right. Aleksi supposed. Even Aleksi himself was too giddy about the interaction to think of anything else to say.

It was almost ridiculous, if he was honest with himself. Yet, for the first time during the whole autumn semester, Aleksi was looking forward to the early Monday morning chemistry class.

~*~

Within the next couple of weeks, their conversations evolved from exchanging casual greetings (‘Hi Olli!’ ‘Hi…Aleksi’) to deep discussions about the current events in their lives (‘How’s it going?’ ‘Good.’ ‘Awesome’), which was equal parts exciting and frustrating to Aleksi. His heart would do the silly bouncing-up-to-his-throat thing whenever Olli blessed him with a quick glance of his dark eyes (Aleksi could swear they were a different shade every time he looked), but the moments only ever lasted for a second or two at a time. On the bright side, Olli would no longer rush out of the classroom to get out of having to perform any more small talk, but instead took his time putting his books and pencils back in his bag carefully, even if Aleksi never managed to open his mouth in time before Olli would make his inevitable escape. Aleksi suspected that it was, indeed, the newfound thrill of being graced with the occasional, fleeting look from Olli that rendered him speechless and caused him to miss his chance of getting to talk with Olli at least until they’d reach the classroom doorway. From there onwards they’d go their separate ways anyway, to their different worlds: Aleksi to one in which Olli was a moody emo kid with no sense of humour (or so Aleksi had been told by Isac who went to the same biology class with Olli), and Olli to one in which Aleksi was probably portrayed as a self-satisfied snob who once did his friend dirty.

The Monday after that, Olli never walked in through the classroom door, no matter how intensely Aleksi stared at it. When the days passed and Aleksi hadn’t caught a glimpse of the boy by Friday, he became worried, to the extent he considered walking up to Olli’s friend group to ask about him. He was almost certain that the one with the short platinum-blond hair might have actually told him, or at least he looked the least intimidating out of them all. One of them was almost two heads taller than Aleksi, so he saw it best to stay out of his way, although his smile – in those rare occasions he did smile – was anything but frightening. The one with the baggy clothes Aleksi had once heard rapping at a house party was tiny in comparison, but something about the angle of his eyebrows gave Aleksi the chills. Joel was obviously out of the question; Aleksi would probably never dare speak to him after The Incident. Joonas, on the other hand (Aleksi knew his name because he and Joel often squabbled loudly, with Joel shouting his name in bewilderment, his obvious affection for the boy poorly masked as annoyance), seemed like the kind of guy who would whisper you the right answer just in time before the teacher’s drill of a stare would bore a hole through your skull.

Taking a deep breath to brace himself, he watched as Olli’s friends were stepping in the Swedish classroom. As if on cue, Joonas was the last one about to walk through the door, and seeing his chance had come, Aleksi zoomed over and grabbed him by his sleeve.

“Hey,” he said once he had pulled Joonas aside, hidden from the disapproving looks of Joel and company.

“Huh?”

“Do you happen to know where Olli is?” Going straight to the point seemed like the best strategy to get anything out of Joonas, in case Aleksi had completely misjudged him and he was about to be punched in the face.

“He’s caught the cold. Why?” Knitting his brows and eyeing Aleksi up and down, Joonas seemed sceptical about Aleksi’s intentions, to say the least.

(It had Aleksi wondering if any of his own friends would act as protectively about him, but that was a matter of concern for another day entirely.)

“Ummmm… I have his chemistry homework for him.”

Aleksi could almost hear the cogwheels turning inside Joonas’ head until his expression brightened.

“Aaah… Right! Yeah, I suppose you would.” (Whatever Joonas meant by that.) “I’m gonna go over later today to see how he’s doing, so I can forward the message for you.”

“Oh, great! Thanks!” Aleksi said, as if he had any clue what they had actually been given as homework four days ago.

Ironically, Aleksi was saved by Joel calling for Joonas from inside the classroom.

“I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” Joonas winked at him, and then he was gone. 

Joonas never did catch up with him, however, and so Aleksi was saved from the embarrassment of admitting he hadn’t been following their chemistry lesson after all, more or less due to the disappointment of not seeing Olli after having spent the entire weekend planning what he’d say to him. Not knowing if Olli would be attending the upcoming Monday’s class either, the weekend went by slower than ever, which normal-Aleksi would’ve embraced; this new, strange, maybe-crushing-on-his-quiet-lab-partner-Aleksi was on pins and needles.

~*~

There it was again, that awful skip of his heart, when Aleksi saw Olli enter the classroom on Monday. So relieved he was that he had no means to tone down the excitement in his greeting.

“You’re here!”

Olli looked up at him but said nothing, his silence a pang to Aleksi’s chest. His joy upon their reunion changed into defeat in less than a second, and Aleksi felt like a right idiot for having thought Olli, too, might have been waiting to see him again.

Suddenly fascinated by the cover of his chemistry course book, Aleksi put his head down to hide his disappointment. He was already settled for staring at the abstract drawing for the next 75 minutes to avoid more heartbreak, but then a slip of paper appeared in front of him.

can’t speak doctor’s orders

On his face, Olli was wearing a kind, small smile. In that instant, Aleksi forgot what he had even been so saddened about. He flashed Olli a smile in return and started searching with his eyes for a pencil; he would’ve felt too weird talking to Olli out loud without him being able to answer. Tragically, it seemed that in anticipation of possibly seeing Olli again after so long, Aleksi had forgotten to pack his pencil case. Noticing this, Olli offered him his own, the same, tiny smile still on his lips.

Shame! You’re usually so talkative

He knew he was taking a risk poking fun at Olli’s quietness, but to his great relief, Olli’s smile widened and his shoulders twitched in a voiceless chuckle. Encouraged by this, Aleksi continued with an equally risky revelation.

I missed you in class last week

Having written down the words, Aleksi could barely look at Olli as he felt his cheeks heaten up. He let Olli take back his pencil from his fingers, as well as the paper slip from his desk.

Olli spent almost a minute writing down his reply, erasing and rewriting, until he finally passed the paper back to Aleksi, immediately directing his face to the opposite side of the classroom.

missed you too

Aleksi had never seen three words so pretty in his life.

~*~

What followed next was an entire week of unexpected encounters between the two lab partners, as if the universe was purposefully making them cross each other’s way to make up for the past seven days of not seeing each other. On Tuesday, their shoulders brushed walking past each other in a crowded corridor. On Wednesday, they were returning their trays at lunch at the exact same time and exchanged brief smiles. On Thursday, they almost ran into each other at the restroom door, which is when Aleksi learnt Olli had regained his voice, mumbling a small ‘oops’ after having bumped into Aleksi.

On Friday, at the last recess of the day, Olli’s friend Joonas grabbed Aleksi by his wrist and pulled him into an empty classroom.

“Wait here,” he ordered, and utterly confused as he was, Aleksi had no choice but to obey.

A moment later Joonas returned, pushing a red-cheeked Olli into the room before promptly leaping back to the corridor, closing the door behind him.

For one long, anxious moment, neither of them said anything, Aleksi because he was still too baffled by the latest turn of events to open his mouth, and Olli because he was… Olli.

“Ummmm…” Olli finally said, his voice a little hoarse, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “I just… ummm… there’s this… band… tomorrow…”

Aleksi had to bite his lip, both at how adorable Olli was, fumbling with his fingers as words fell out of his mouth one by one, as well as to keep himself from blurting out ‘yes’ before Olli even got around to asking him anything.

“And I was just… thinking if… ‘cuz I have an extra ticket… so… I thought maybe you–”

“Yeah!” To Aleksi’s turmoil, his tongue could sometimes be quicker than his brain. “I mean… what?” 

Behind the classroom door, someone clicked their tongue.

“Yeah, ummmm.” Olli scratched the back of his neck. “So yeah. Would you… like to come? To the show? On Saturday? With me? Maybe? I mean, of course you already have plans–”

“I don’t!” Aleksi hurried to say. “I can come. But… will your friends be coming too though?”

Olli shook his head. Aleksi decided not to dwell on what the evident horror in Olli’s eyes was a sign of. It might have been because he, too, thought it was a little too soon for Aleksi and Joel to make amends – or maybe he was just that terrified of being seen with Aleksi in public.

“No, they won’t. I mean, Joonas was supposed to, but he, ummmmmm, he’s going… ummmm…” Olli’s gaze wandered towards the door, as if for help.

“To my great-uncle’s funeral!” the door whispered at him.

“To his great-uncle’s funeral,” Olli confirmed.

“A-ha,” Aleksi nodded. “Sorry for your loss,” he said to the door.

“...Thanks,” the door replied. Holding back his laughter, Aleksi turned back to Olli who, for the first time since Joonas had urged them on the stage of their current scene, was looking at Aleksi, his round eyes expectant and hopeful for Aleksi’s final answer. Aleksi thought of taking a step closer to him, perhaps even gently touching his hand, but decided against it before his brain would command his limbs to make such reckless movements.

“Guess I’ll see you on Saturday at…?”

“At six. At Sandro’s.”

If Aleksi didn’t get a wink of sleep the following night, it wasn’t only because of excitement; the moment he laid his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, his mind was filled with pictures of a boy with twinkling eyes and a bashful smile, keeping him awake until he fell asleep to them.

~*~

Aleksi couldn’t bring himself to care if he looked a little dumb, smiling to himself and leaning his chin on his palm at eight o’clock the next Monday. Even the teacher announcing a pop quiz could not have washed away the dopey grin that had been painted on his lips since Saturday evening.

He was smiling at the way Olli’s eyes had brightened when he had spotted Aleksi in the crowd. He was smiling at Olli’s shy offer to get him a Pepsi. He was smiling at how star-struck Olli had looked when the band had first got on stage and the way he had lost himself in the music, rocking his head and closing his eyes as if to let the bass lines and guitar riffs swallow him whole. The band had been excellent, Aleksi had to agree, but more than half the time, all Aleksi had seen or heard was Olli.

And for the last three minutes of the show, all Aleksi had felt was Olli; more specifically, he had felt Olli’s hand searching for his, fumbling and hesitating until it finally clasped Aleksi’s during the final song of the band’s setlist, a melancholy rock ballad that prompted lighters and cellphone flashlights to be lit. In Aleksi’s eyes, they were all dim in comparison to the glimmer in Olli’s eyes.

Lying in his bedroom later that evening and throughout the entire next day, Aleksi had still felt the warmth of Olli’s hand in his, even though they had let each other go as soon as the stage lights had been turned off.

“Hi.” Olli’s voice brought Aleksi from Saturday evening back to Monday morning. 

“Hi,” he simply answered. There were a million things he wanted to say to Olli, but his sleepy, happy brain was still working on finding the exact words.

The smile on Olli’s face told him he’d have time to figure it out, at his own pace.

In the meantime, Aleksi could always improvise, and so he picked up his pencil.

♡

They both stared at the tiny heart on the corner of Olli’s notebook, and just when Aleksi was about to convince himself he had made a terrible mistake, Olli took the pencil out of his hand.

♡ ♡

[360iris]

Me & U, Isn’t | dad’s best friend!santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader

2.5k word count. Content warning— this is not a good time read! Relationship angst, m/c is intended to be over 21 years of age, Santi isn’t a bad guy, but he isn’t the best either. M/c is kind of self deprecating tbh, message for the girlies: Always speak your mind, and let your feelings be known if you are in a safe place to do so! Fuck “keeping the peace.” Don’t be like this m/c! She is stubborn! Anyway, I wrote this almost two months ago. It was fun stressing my friends out talking about it. Now the world can read it and stress too ig lol

Please do not read if you are not in the right headspace for more serious relationship topics and themes, thanks!

The last thing you’d expected to see this afternoon was Santiago leaning against his truck, arms folded as he watched you pull into your reserved parking spot at your apartment complex. A fond smirk lining his lips.

You take your time gathering your things, face waxing unimpressed as you exited the vehicle. “How long have you been out here?” You ask with brows knitted as he pushes himself up.

“About... ten minutes?” He takes a moment to think it over. “Saw your phone location and noticed you were headed back this way. Figured I’d be able to catch you before you headed back out.”

“What the fuck?” You remark surprisingly, looking at him like he’d grown a third arm. “Since when have you been doing that?”

“You let me, remember? That one night you were all cock drunk, I asked you and you let me enable it.” He says nonchalantly and you stare at him fixedly for a moment before promptly turning to start walking to your door.

Santiago simply follows suit, his pace lax as he trails behind you, waiting patiently as you open the door, step inside and gesture for him to enter.

“What do you want, Santiago?” You ask, shutting the door. Technically your tone was mellow, but there was something about the sentence itself that made his smug expression fall.

“What are you doing that for?” He asks.

“Doing what?” You ask, eying him weirdly as you set down your keys and take off your jacket.

“You know what. What are you upset about?” He pries.

You straighten up, tipping your head back to look at him straight on.

The elephant in the room was right there, and yet here he was asking you, what you had to be upset about like he himself hadn’t chosen to go dark for an entire week and three and half days— not that you were counting.

Although you were.

Going about your days like the family and friends trip to Miami didn’t happen last May.

Like all the glances and tension that was brewing between you and Santiago that entire year didn’t lead up to him fucking you in a beach shower at 5pm, on a Tuesday, didn’t lead to you having to keep the biggest secret you’d ever endeavored to take on.

No one could know, he’d told you.

And you weren’t fucking stupid, of course they couldn’t.

But no one didn’t just mean your mom or dad, who’d lose their minds, and more than likely relieve Santiago of his if they found out how long you’d been “seeing” one another.

No one also pertained to your childhood, college and online friends. It entailed your lab partners in Advanced Inorganic Chemistry, the girl who always gave you extra whipped cream and caramel at the campus Starbucks since you were a sophomore— and even the family cat, Feek.

When you got into this, whatever this was, you’d thought you were gaining something.

Something fun and exciting, something that kept you up at night from how giddy you were. And if you were being honest, for a little while, you’d thought you were gaining him. Even if you knew you couldn’t really be together, you’d thought— well, you don’t even know anymore.

You’d just hoped he’d at least show up for you more. And instead, he pulled away.

Santiago put more time into Kim, the woman he’d been seeing on and off since you were ten. The one he took on showy trips to the Bahamas and brought to all the special occasions as his plus one when it’d be too weird to attend alone.

‘Just for the photos.’ he’d said. ‘If people see me with her, then they wouldn’t think even in their wildest dreams that I was with you.’ He’d continued.

Eventually you stopped bringing it up. That’s how a lot of things went with him it seemed. He’d settle on one answer and that’s what he’d stick to. Not once would he divert or slip up— things just were, no matter how unsatisfied you were with his replies.

Though, you weren’t granted that same privilege it seemed.

“Mi amor,” He says walking closer to where you stood by the breakfast bar. Amor. Love— Santiago never could say it in English. And it always felt like he’d made a point of it not to. “What are you upset about?”

You scoff, effectively rolling your eyes and slipping past him to walk down the hall to your room. “Oh, there’s a list of things. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to get to them all, even if I tried to, Santiago.” Your voice echoes in the barrer space, he follows.

And just as you reach to open the door handle, his hand rests on top of your own— keeping you locked there in the darkened space, his chest to your back. His chin ghosting over your left shoulder.

You try to even your breathing as he makes you soak in the silence before breaking it, “I know you.” He says evenly, out of all the things he could say. And his right hand that rests against your hip begins picking at the hem of your burgundy knit long sleeve.

“I know you keep a lot of this hidden. A lot of things go unsaid between us, and I thought we were both okay, with that. But if you’re not, how can I know if you don’t let me in on what it is you’re letting stew in that little head of yours.”

Your hand grasping the doorknob tightens against the metal as he speaks, your fingers beginning to shake under his.

You rest your forehead against the painted white wood, exhaling heavily through your nose as he keeps you pressed to him. And vaguely you acknowledge how ironic this moment in time is—

You, reaching the door of something, maybe it was the future. One without him and all his empty promises. One where you were free to see whoever and share them with whomever you pleased.

And him, stopping you. Holding on to you and this shitty situation like it isn’t absolute madness.

Didn’t he go day by day antagonizing over this too? Didn’t he share in the thought that this was pure torture?

‘Don’t you see what you’ve done to me?’ You think. ‘You’ve made me feel like everyone I could trust was an inside spy, waiting for one damn slip up to crucify me for.’

‘I’m protecting you, and I’m lonelier than ever.’

‘You’re holding me and I hate how you’re all I’ve got left that feels like home.’

You couldn’t say those things. And he didn’t want to know them, not really.

“Why won’t you let me go?” You ask, taking a shaky inhale.

Santiago doesn’t answer right away, undoubtedly getting your true meaning.

“Do you want me to?” He asks finally, quiet. Waiting.

“I,” Your voice cracks before everything becomes too much and you’re turning in his grasp to look at him.

Could the truth fix everything in this instance?

If you told him, ‘It’s about you not being honest? It’s about you sleeping with whoever you want but acting like a scorned child when I do the same? Ignoring my texts for weeks at a time, and showing up at my apartment at odd hours of the night whenever it suits you?’

But what was the point of wasting your breath when you knew it’d turn into a futile argument that changed nothing.

It’d end the same way regardless, with him dismantling all your lines of defense with a look, with a touch, and a kiss.

With him fucking you into your sheets with your nails clawing into his back, until your throat is hoarse and your vision is skewed with tears. That’s how he seemed to like you best anyway— responsive to his smallest whim and wholly compliant.

So as always, you don’t speak, you don’t push the limits. And he rewards you for it, whether or not he knows it. By bringing you into his arms, holding you close and skipping the fight altogether.

“My pretty girl. Smart girl.” He says running his fingers along your face now, looking into your eyes, and you take the opportunity to search his. If the eyes were the gateway to the soul, what would you find if you looked into his?

Right now. If you were being honest. You saw nothing. But did that say more about you, or him?

Maybe you lacked whatever it took to catch a glimpse of whatever a person’s true nature was but as he cups your face with one hand, you abandon the thought. It was better not to think.

“I’m here now, so just… be with me.” He says it so softly he’s almost whispering. Leaning in til your noses touch.

“Santiago.” Comes out raspy, your voice strained by nerves and excess emotion.

“Nuh-uh.” He interjects, softly tilting your head back til it makes contact with the closed door behind you. Nosing at the slope of your neck, he keeps his eyes on your face as he rubs his lips along your cold skin. “None of that. Say it properly.”

“I don’t know what you’re—“ And you’re interrupted by the way he pinches at your clit through the fabric of your jeans, quick to cradle the back of your head to prevent you from hurting yourself when you throw it back.

“Still don’t know, do you?” He asks eyeing you with a glint forming in his eye as you shook your head. “No?”

He begins undoing your pants with one hand, pulling your underwear and bottoms down just enough so that they sit just above your thighs, before placing your cunt on full display for him. “What’s it going to take to get that little attitude of yours in check? Hm?”

His thumb rubs over your clit once, slow and purposeful as you keen in his grasp. “What am I going to have to do? Fuck it out of you?”

At those words, he begins rubbing the pad of his middle finger in your arousal. Pressing slowly into you fully before pulling back and when he pushes forward again, this time it’s with two fingers that have you quietly gasping at the intrusion.

Your cunt wets his fingers all to quickly, you’re leaning into his touch as he fucks you open, one overwhelmingly patient pump at a time.

With a beckoning motion, he massages your spongy walls until he locates the spot that causes you to buck into his hand. “That’s it.” He purrs, praising you like you were some wild thing he was working to tame.

Your cunt squeezes around him as he introduces a third digit, encouraging you to fuck his fingers with an eager tone. Slick rolling down his wrist in reflective streaks. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Give it to me, mi amor. You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

You nodded foggily as he upped his pace, your hands shooting forward to grasp futilely at his immovable wrist, his hand becoming a blur as he propelled you closer and closer towards an edge you couldn’t see but could feel fast approaching from all angles. Your moans rise in pitch, voice cracking as he works at an unyielding speed.

“Say my name, baby. All you have to do is say it and I’ll let you cum on my fingers nice, long and hard.” He murmurs, brows raised expectantly. “Come on, baby. Come on.”

“F-fuck, Santiago!” Comes out jumbled and whiny, your face buried into the side of his neck when suddenly his hand comes to an immediate standstill.

He laughs humorlessly, pulling out of you completely. A cry is promptly ripped from your lips when he lands a clean, wet slap square against your clit. The swollen bud pulsating as he ignores your whines.

Grasping your face in his palm, he smears your arousal along your cheeks as he forces you to look at him through hooded eyes bordered with tears. He searches your gaze for a moment, unbelieving amusement vaguely lining his features as he looks over you.

“Hmm.” He takes a moment to hum and haw, as if what he finds is in line with whatever he had thought. “Fucking it is.”

Making quick work of yanking your pants down your legs, he haphazardly tosses the material on the floor. His belt clinks as he unbuckles it, unzipping his jeans with one confident pull of his wrist.

He doesn’t bother removing his own bottoms completely, instead holding your unsteady gaze as you watch him pull his cock through the opening he’d made for himself. Grabbing a hold of your left thigh, he hooks your leg over his hip.

Fitting you against him, he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit, spreading his precum across your folds.

“You can be difficult with me, baby. I have all the time in the world for you.” He says in a tone so sweet, your brows furrow and lips press into a fine lined pout. His eyes soften at the way your expression crumples.

“Pobrecita,” He coos, peppering kisses across your face, against your cheeks, and nose, and eyelids— wherever he felt so inclined. You balled your hands into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as he began pushing inside of you.

You release a faint sob, his cock filling you to the hilt when tears begin streaming down your cheeks in angry droplets.

“What is it, bebita? Talk to me. I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” He mumbles into your skin, pulling his head up to rest his forehead against yours. His hips rocking slowly as ugly emotions rolled through your chest.

“Why—“ You suck in a big breath of air in between hiccups. “Why don’t you ever tell me you love me?”

His eyes are deep, chocolatey and steady when he speaks. “I tell you. I tell you all the time.” He says, bringing a hand up to card his fingers through your hair.

“In Spanish!” You argue unhappily, eyelashes matted together with tears, cheeks watermarked. “You tell me in Spanish, Santiago.”

“You think I don’t mean it?” He asks evenly.

“You don’t say it.” You insist.

Releasing a sigh, he leans closer, his lips ghosting against yours. “Te amo.” He whispers, low, just for you to hear. It was a sentiment only for your ears as he thrusts in and out of you in slow, meaningful drags.

“Te amo.” He says again, kissing you softly, the words being almost spoken into your mouth.

“Te amo.” Santiago repeats with another kiss before pulling back to look into your eyes, sparing one hand to cup your chin. “I love you.”

Your bottom lip trembles, from finally hearing the words, from how gently he looks at you. “I love you, Santi. I love you.”

A smile breaks onto his face as he leans in to capture your mouth again. Only parting after he’d thoroughly taken your breath away, leaving your chest heaving in his departure. “I know, babygirl.”

[renzieluvsvt]

nice to meet you

pairing: jun x reader

genre: college!au, fluff (attempt at humour-)

word count: 2.6K

summary: your uni year cannot be more hectic after the announcement of your extra classes. what good on earth would it be to study more of chemistry? but who knew this would lead something more than the chemical chemistry until you asked mr.jun aka a-neighbour-type-friend for a favour!

a/n: valentine's and carat day special!

i was supposed to upload joshua's first but it got messed up and i cant really serve yall a story that got the writer herself bored. so here is jun's~

this work of mine seems a bit too lengthy but lemme tell you guys that the story is really sweet and will prolly give yall butterflies in your stomach ig....? anw, hope you enjoy!!

also, while i was writing this ff i was listening to- come inside of my heart by IV spades♪

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"this is so hectic," you said to your friends. "like for real! who keeps a class twice a day of two to three hours each? as if we only have one subject to study," one of them ranted out of frustration. "but seven to nine in the evening? isn't it too late? also how are you planning to go back i mean you live distant," your friend asked you in concern. "umm..." you had no answer. it made you wonder for awhile.

usually your dad would drop and pick you up from the university if the classes were held too late but now that the both of your parents had left for a business trip, there was no one to do the same for you. you were confused and agitated by your situation because it was not like you could skip the class just because of transportation issue. they wouldnt accept this excuse. even if you missed it, it meant you would fail the upcoming exam because every class was important. moreover attendence mattered too. you had already taken alot of leaves due to your health issues. "is there no one who can drop you home? do no one live by your place?" your friend asked you.

you hated it more to realise that you live in such an isolated place. did your dad really have to decide on living in such a place? i mean it served you a great view from your room. it was a healing place as it let you live away from people, which you loved no matter whether you were an extrovert or an introvert. sometimes you need time to yourself right? but these were the type of days which made you hate the place you lived.

"hey you can ask jun to drop you," one of your friends took your attention as she suggested. "he can just drop you on his way back home. isn't it?" oh yes. jun lived nearby to your place. how could you forget about how you met him mear your place?

∘*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

once you went to a nearby convience store in the most casual way as you didn't expect anyone to see you. you had tied up your hair in the messiest way. not the attractive messy but the messy messy. you were in your pajamas and wore pororo t-shirt. you surely had a great taste in fashion. as you were sucking onto your popsicle a male bumped into you. you dropped your popsicle. your heart broke. your just-bought-favourite-popsicle dropped. "hey! watch your steps," you said. "my popsicle!" you called out for it dramatically as you looked at it fallen on the ground. "im sorry i can pay you for it," he said. "they only had one of these. what about it-" as you turned to look at him, he seemed undeniably familiar.

he was jun. your laboratory partner. the guy whose authentic shirt you spoilt while doing a chemistry experiment. he was the guy whose finger you hurt due to your carelessness with the battery eliminator in the physics lab. you knew it was your fault but hey who wears an expensive item to the lab. but you were undeniably too clumsy. you knew it too. luckily, he was kind enough to let you go. he didnt ask you for anything in return.

"oh jun-" you said in surprise. "why are you here?" you asked. he seemed to be surprise too, "i live here but i didn't expect to see you here. especially like this..." there was silence then it clicked you how you were dressed up. "shut up! unsee that now!" you bite back. "anyways, i live here too. nice to see a familiar face around in this isolated place. i have been here since my childhood yet i havent seen you here ever before. how so?" you asked curiously while hitting his arm. he stared at the arm you hit and then your hand. his stare screamed 'how dare you touch me vibes.' you noticed and took two steps behind. "yo sorry mr.ice prince," you said as you raised both of your hands in the air in surrender. "um... i just shifted a few weeks back though," he replied. "but-" he looked at the direction to your fallen popsicle. "nevermind. it makes us even now that you caused a blunder for me or else i always felt guilty," you said. "i cant let that happen and you did seem to be too bothered after you dropped it." wait did you just see mr.ice prince smile? you clearly saw him smile slightly as if to laugh on your silliness but you overlooked it. "no, its better than ruining an authentic shirt," you replied. "it wont put me in ease to not pay you back for it and anyways i wanted to eat one too so come follow me," you tried to protest against it but he was too stubborn.

now the both of you were having a popsicle each, walking down the street while talking about school life. specifically it was just you ranting about your school life and jun listening and responding to it whenever required. you both parted ways after you reached your apartment first.

you told your friends about him and how you were happy to see a familiar face there. since then crossing paths with jun happened often but hey no one was complaining. but you two used to have only 'hi' and 'bye' exchange. that was it. nothing more, nothing less.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

"um...i don't really know. will he agree to it though?" you wondered. "just text him and ask him. it's simple. arent you guys friends?" asked the other friend of yours.

(later that day)

you: hey may I know how you will go back home after the class we have in the evening?

jun: bike

'wouldn't that be too weird for the both of you if he agrees. even if he doesn't, won't it make me look like I have some ulterior motive?' you thought to yourself. yet you had no option because you didn't want to travel alone because it was not safe. you mustered up the courage and texted him,

you: would you mind if I ask you to take the bus for few days? i am not so comfortable in travelling alone so late. also my friends can't drop me to my place as it's far so i thought if you were fine with it you could just accompany me

you pressed the sent button and waited for a response.

jun: okay

you:tysm!

you sent back a text while thinking of how coldly he texted you. but you excused him because what else would you expect from someone who was known to have the least interactions unless it was with his friend group of twelve other boys.

later that day, after the class ended, you caught up with your friends then went to the bus station nervously as you didn't know whether jun would be there or not. judging by the way he is, you asked yourself to be ready to go back home alone. but once you reached the bus station, you were surprised to see jun waiting. "hey", you greeted him. "oh hi", he wished you back. you sat there waiting for the bus. there was silence at the bus station but you were sure it wasn't the awkward one. the bus came. he let you get into the bus first then stood next to you. you asked him to sit on the vacant seat next to you but he refused. 'what? does he have a problem with sitting with you?' you thought to yourself but just realising that you had someone you know as your company on your way back to your home made you feel at ease, but again it will take you an hour to reach home now.

after a while, a drunk man had come into the bus. he was utterly wasted. he was looking for a seat. there were many but he chose the one next to you. why? because you were a young woman. this is what you were scared of, wasted men. as he was walking his way to the vacant seat right next to you, jun sat next to you. you were surprised at the sudden shift of weight on the seat next to you as you had no idea about that man making his way to the seat. jun turned to the man without any word. you understood and made an 'o' shape with your mouth. "that's why" he said in return. you thanked him and the gods above mentally to have someone by your side.

jun was really tired and had zoned out in his thoughts. probably thinking of disowning minghao as a friend because he went out for a dinner with the other boys of his friend circle without inviting him. or maybe how funnily the physics teacher dressed up today or maybe what he should eat for the dinner. but he was soon snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. it was your head. you had fallen asleep. as he turned he could smell the fragrance from your hair. he thought to himself that probably you washed your hair just today.

a small snore like sound escaped from your mouth, from your nose to be specific. it made him laugh. "cute", he said to himself. he let you sleep on his shoulder knowing that you must have beem tired from the extra classes and extra naggings of the teachers while he thought of how clumsy you can be that you got yourself into trouble after you almost pushed the teacher as you got into the class when he was giving an earful to jun. thanks to you jun was able to escape the scoldings because now the teacher had an earful for you and your clumsiness. he recalled how you did the shortest long jump yet adorable one during the physical training class. your silliness cheered him up.

suddenly, he felt your arm lock onto his arm. it got him nervous. he looked at you and got nervous even more. "jun what is happening to you?", he said to himself aloud. "mom....", he heard you murmuring. you must be missing your mom. jun couldn't help but adore you even more.

after an hour, he shook you out from your sleep when you were about to reach your home. "wake up your station is already here." as you woke up with your head above his shoulder, you smiled at him. "ahh thank you so much jun. i will never forget the favour you have done for me", you said as you parted ways. he smiled warmly. jun smiled at you. It made you feel as if you reached a milestone because "jun" was the one who was smiling at you. mr.jun who is known to be cold. you waved at him as you watched the bus leave and so did he from the window.

as you reach home, you couldn't stop thinking of what had just happened. you knew you had made a friend out of the most unapproachable and mysterious guy today but for jun, he knew he was in trouble as he was falling for you more and more now.

for a week, you both went back home together making jun excited for every class but it was too bad for him as you were oblivious to his feelings or maybe he was just too good at hiding his feelings. whatsoever, you were happy to make a new friend and to know the other side of jun who always sat quietly without any interaction. and since then, he had been falling for you more and more. he loved listening to your rants about your pet dog being too active only when you were lazy on weekends or about how your parents asked you more about your best friend rather than you making you feel adopted. he loved it when you spoke about your favourite artists while listening to their songs through the same earphone. he loved to watch you click pictures of anything that you liked.

he started loving to go to the uni even more. he started to look for ways to see your face even during the school hours. his heart skipped a beat even when you smiled at him while waving your hands towards him when you both crossed paths in the corridor or lunch or in the campus. his heart craved for more than seeing you from distance in the class. he always looked forward for the extra classes to end soon. you made him want the night to end soon so that he could see you the next day.

you made him go crazy. you made him feel and know a different side of him. he knew he was in love with you. the next day while the both of you were in the bus as usual and as usual you kept on maundering about the most random things. "y/n", he said. "hmm?" you looked at him with puppy eyes as you were curious about what made him sound so serious but what you didn't know was that it was simply making it hard for jun to speak up as you made his heart skipped a beat again. he wondered how could you be so adorable.

"y/n... would you mind if i said that i would want to hear more of your stories over a cup of coffee?" shit. jun was asking you out. your breath hitched as you found it unbelievable. "you dont have to force yourself to say yes, it wont affect me i mean it'll make me sad but that's just a friend. if you want you can forget-" "i never thought of you to speak this much" you said and stopped his rambling. "huh?" he said in a confused manner. "i'll save my talks then."

was that a yes? jun looked for an answer in your eyes. in response you smiled at him and said, "tell me the time and place and i'll be there but i hope to hear more from you that day" you said. jun was sure that if it weren't for his self-control skills he would have surely hugged and kissed the bald head of the old man sitting infront of you.

your station came. you stood up but before you left you passed another smile and waved him bye. "bye mr.shy" he laughed at the nickname yet he waved back with the brightest smile. you felt something on seeing jun smiling like the happiest man alive just because a small yes from you.

surely the both of you spent good time in the coffee shop and then later on the both of you decided to watch a movie in the theatre. eventually making it hard for the both of you to part ways. the both of you started spending more time together and started to do homeworks together either at his place or yours and sometimes in a library.

as the both of you star gazed from his balcony you were thankful to your parents to leave you alone which made you ask jun to drop you which made him to be in your life but more than you, it was jun who was more grateful to the gods above for everything that led you to him, that made his life even more beautiful. "i love this" you said as you looked up the sky filled with stars. "i love you more" he responded almost in a whisper while turning his head towards you. he found the view too pretty not sure if it was the city lights in the night that made it even harder for him to take his eyes off from you as you enjoyed the starlit sky. he promised himself to keep you happy in this relationship forever and he made his promise.

---------------happy ending----------------

[that-sarcastic-writer]

So I spent 2 whole hours talking to my lab partners during my lab the other day and talked to my chemistry professor with two whole ass bright red hickeys on my neck without realizing. And nobody said anything until my mom told me. Ig that's one thing off my bucket list.

[cardioasscular]

chem lab professor: and for the love of GOD, the WASTE goes in the FUME. HOOD. *continues lecture*

professor: *ends lecture* ok so WHERE does the WASTE go?

me: we fuckin drink it.

my lab partner: no...

[sam-frasers]

olivia's answers to some of the questions during the goldrush convention:

her and leigh decided that Sam Fraser is a Pisces but the costume department messed it up so Sam's birthday is NOT December 17

olivia also looked up Pisces attributes when she was studying the role of Sam and she tried to play her as a Pisces

more on the sameena backstory: sam and deena are happily married in 2021 "if nicke goode didn't show up from his grave and ruin everything"; sam and deena proposed at the same time because "they are on the same page and equally in love with each other"; sam and deena are running a small business somewhere; OLIVIA THINKS SAM AND DEENA WERE CHEM LAB PARTNERS AND THAT'S HOW THEY FIRST MET!!!!!!! (so the classroom they made put in could be THE classroom)

"they met at school in a chemistry class, then got to be close over the summer because they had the same job, and then sam moved away in the fall" (sorry but childhood bffs to lovers is still my headcanon)

olivia thinks if sam went to college she would choose something like teaching kids because it's "natural for her to take care of people"

she thinks Sam's pronouns are she/her!

olivia said (personality wise) she's a mix of deena and sam

the props department were the ones who made the box but they were able to keep some of the polaroids

SAM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GRUNGIER

olivia kept deena's sweater and cardigan!!

olivia would love to play Josh if she could play another character in FS

None FS answers

her favorite horror movie trope is the ones where teenagers are the central characters

olivia looked up her entire birthchart and she's an aquarium sun, leo moon, and leo rising (kinda terrifying I would be very afraid of her)

the blue rose in 3 words "crazy, colorful, nightmarish"

she wants to go as either laura palmer from the twin peaks or selina kyle for halloween

olivia signed an NDA about the blue rose

her favorite vine is the "is that a weed" one

she wanted to take home ray's button up shirts (i am SO SAD)

her favorite non horror film is point break

her favorite taylor swift song is shake it off! (kinda basic of her but ill take it)

her favorite band for the spooky season are The OhSees, The Pixies, and Siouxsie and the Banshees

she didn't audition for The Blue Rose but said that the director probably saw on ig that she was a fan of David Lynch and sent her an email

olivia would love to have a tattoo of her dog, martinshe (probably) won't be dressing up martin in a halloween costume because martin doesn't like when anything is put on him

*not an answer but everyone who attended the convention/meet and greet said that olivia is really good at holding a conversation and she's super attentive and sweet:(((

source: soundsofseries, kctewallis, minoru_dean, olviaswelch, ughclairo, oliviaswelch (all on twitter)

[kapplebougher]

Art by the INCREDIBLY talented @quitewavy (x_skam.art_x on IG)

[written for the 2021 @skambigbang ]

A CHEMICAL PHENOMENON

Isak/Even | 15/15 Chapters | T

SUMMARY

Even's ready to spend a chill senior year enjoying his last year of high school before graduation. But first he'll need to pass Chemistry, a class he's so spectacularly bad at that it’d take a miracle. What's more, he's landed the notorious Isak Valtersen as a lab partner. What little is known about Isak comes from largely outlandish and unfavorable rumors: whispers have ranged from him being a ruthless heartbreaker to his rumored participation in underground fight clubs.

But the boy sitting beside him every 3rd period period seems far from the rumors, and Even’s fascinated. Isak wears his hood up indoors. He doesn’t talk much. He scowls more than he smiles. And for someone who sleeps through every class, he aces every exam. Even just so happens to desperately need a Chem tutor, but he wants to be Isak’s friend more, and he’s happy to use as many terrible chemistry puns as it’ll take to get there.

Throw in a class president election that Even somehow finds himself running for, an actual underground fight club, and the fact that their lab experimentation isn’t the only chemistry happening between him and his lab partner, and somehow—Even finds his senior year turning out a little less chill than expected.

[Read on Ao3]

[coconut-cluster]

I need some good prinxiety fake dating

oh boi MOOD (anon im so sorry this is so late, i was busy writing my psych paper for a good week and a half and couldnt really respond to this in a way that seemed,, good? ig? but im here now!!!!)

SO 

Virgil is at a small family gathering, right, and halfway through the quote-unquote “game time” (the adults played charades while Virgil and his cousins, Remy and Percy, sit and scroll on their phones), one of his aunt’s boyfriend proposes. 

Which is fine. It’s sweet, cute, even, but this particular aunt isn’t really big into parties or big events - hence the small gathering - and she decides, a week later, that the wedding will just be family and family friends in a nearby park over Virgil’s spring break.

Which is also fine! Virgil loves small gatherings because small = less people! 

The only not-fine thing, however, is the invitation his aunt gives him.

Specifically the bolded  “+1”

When he asks his mom about it, she tells him that he needs to bring a date - which is stupid, mind you, why should he have to bring someone? - but he shrugs it off and decides to bring his best friend and just chill during the ceremony. That’s fine. It’s all fine.

Until he calls up Patton and finds out he’s going up north with Logan over break.

So Virgil says, “oh, cool, okay- uh, nevermind, then. Talk to you later, Pat.”

And promptly panics.

NOT ONLY is Patton going up north with his boyfriend and’ll be unavailable, but Virgil’s only other viable option is also going up north with his boyfriend, like a stupid adorable married couple-

Cut to school the next day - a.k.a. one week before the scheduled Doomsday, a.k.a. the supposed best day of his aunt’s life - and Virgil is kind of a mess.

His hair is even messier than usual, not to mention the fact that the purple dye is fading and he’s left with his natural black, but he can feel the bags under his eyes from a night full of panicking and zero sleep. He forgets concealer and doesn’t even realize until he catches his reflection in a window and sees his freckles bright and clear. Great.

He trudges through the halls all day, utterly exhausted and drained by the time he gets to his last-period chemistry class,,,

(the only issue there is his lab partner, always bursting with energy and chatter and crooked smiles and sparkly eyes- anD ANNOYING COMMENTS)

((....virgil has just a lil bit of a crush on him.))

(((just a little bit.)))

((((...a lotta bit.))))

He walks in and, sure enough, Roman Kingsley is chatting loudly with a few other theater kids who are all clustered around his and Virgil’s desk like Roman is a lighthouse for geeky kids who somehow use musicals and Shakespeare to be popular. 

Virgil takes a deep breath, shuffles his way over, and shoulders quietly past the kids and takes his seat.

He has his earbuds in, but out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman wave at the kids as if he’s shooing them away before sitting down, and a second later, he feels a hand tap his shoulder.

He takes one earbud out and raises an eyebrow at a smiling Roman, ignoring the heat rushing to his face.

“What’s up with you today, Stormcloud?” Roman says, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. 

Virgil squints. “What do you mean?”

“You seem down-”

“I’m always down.”

Roman actually snickers at that, and Virgil feels a tiny smile twitch at his mouth before he smothers it. “I guess so. Nothing’s wrong, though?”

And Virgil swears he means to say something about Roman minding his own business, or ‘why do you care,’ or- something edgy or reclusive, dang it-

But what actually slips out of his mouth is “Just stressed out about my aunt’s wedding.”

Immediately, alarms blare in his head - TMI ABORT ABORT ABORT YOU FU- 

Roman’s perfect eyebrows draw together. “Are you... planning it? Or something?”

What a fantastic idiot. “No,” Virgil says quietly, shifting the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands as he shrinks into his seat, “I just- I have to bring a date to my aunt’s wedding, and my best friend Patton is being a domestic geek with his boyfriend over break, so I can’t bring either of them, and I don’t talk to that many people, surprisingly enough-”

He’s cut off by Roman’s laugh, bright and rich and a lil bit dorky when his nose scrunches up, and Virgil’s eyes go wide. 

“I’m sorry,” Roman breathes between laughs, “that’s bad, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at it- you’re just really funny, I’m-” His laughter dies out when Virgil blinks at him, though V kinda misses the sound as Roman clears his throat. “...sorry.”

“It’s fine. I don’t know what I’m gonna do, yknow?” They both go quiet for a moment - Virgil slowly turns back to his spot of the desk and mentally facepalms. Of course he doesn’t know, he’s frickin Roman Kingsley, you moron, but sure, go ahead and make every interaction with him as awkward as possible. Just stick to talking about ions next time.

“What day is it?”

He looks up, surprised, at Roman, who’s watching his expectantly. “Uh- next week. Next Friday.”

Roman perks up. “I’m free then! If you don’t have anyone else to take, I mean.”

“Oh.”

Oh. 

Oh, sh!t- Roman- the wedding- and he- anyone else?! As if Virgil could find anyone else better than flippin-

“Virgil?” Roman’s posture shrinks, just a little bit, and Virgil realizes he hasn’t responded any more. “You don’t have to say yes, I just thought-”

“No!” Roman jerks back at his outburst, eyebrows raised- frickfrickfrick- “I mean, yes! Yea, you can come, that’d be cool!” He clears his throat, calms down. “Fine, I mean. That’d be fine. Yes.”

The smile that lights up Roman’s face makes Virgil’s heart race - he’s disappointed that the Chem teacher chooses right then to start class, but he heads home with a little more hope for this wedding.

Until he goes and messes it up.

His mom is in the kitchen baking when he gets home, hair in a messy ponytail and face bright with a smile when she sees her son walk in. “How was school?” she asks as Virge sits at the island. 

“It was okay,” he says, grabbing a cookie as soon as she puts them on the counter. “I got a plus one for Aunt Patty’s wedding.”

His mom beams. “Is it Patton? I haven’t seen him in a while - you should invite him over!”

Virgil pauses chewing, setting the cookie down, still a little bit bitter despite himself. “No, Pat’s going to Vermont with Logan over the break.”

“Oh.” His mom slows as she starts washing dishes, gives him a sly look from the corner of her eye. “Who, then?”

“Roman Kingsley.” His mom raises an eyebrow. “From my chemistry class.”

“Ah...” She tilts her head at the tray she’s scrubbing and says, almost too quickly for Virgil to really process, “So, this is your... boyfriend, then?”

Emphasis on the too fast for him to process part. 

Emphasis on the he’s an idiot subtext.

“Yeah?”

Emphasis on he’s a complete and bumbling moron.

His mom perks up, her smile brightening by actual megawatts as her hands still over the sink. “Really? Aw, I can’t wait to meet him, honey!” 

wAIT NONONONONONO

“Yeah,” he repeats lamely.

(nailed it.)

He’s very aware of his other option here. “No, he’s just nice and invited himself because I’m a loser whose only friends are already dating and leaving me to attend a wedding alone and be, once more for emphasis, a loser.” 

Also known as telling the truth.

Except that his mom looks so happy.

...that’s kind of his only motivator in this situation.

She’d be so disappointed if he corrected her; he knows, from the worried glances and hushed conversations with his dad, that she worries about him and his struggling - i.e. nonexistent - social life. He really doesn’t want to see the light in her eyes dissipate because of him. 

So he sticks with option one: he doesn’t correct her.

Also known as lying.

Also known as the magnum opus of his Stupidity.

Also known as having a lot to explain to Roman tomorrow.

OKAY so i already have another couple bullet points written for this, anon im sorry but i’m exhausted and tumblr wont let me save this as a draft, SO i’ll finish tomorrow  

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[spideymahn]

Fix You (Peter Parker X Reader)

Requested by: @deadpools-wife

Request: Hi Can I request a Peter Parker fanfic The reader had a crush on an asshole This guy was a liar and broke her heart One day she got angry with him and put something on IG about him Then some mutual friends decided to attack her on IG Then he DMed her telling her to grow up and that he never liked her or her company So the following week she had been really quiet Peter notices that she isn't as talkative as usual so he goes to cheer her up If you want more to details to write about the guy DM me.

Warnings: i wrote this + slight fluff+ mild swearing- actually, a lot of swearing. these are high schoolers we’re talking about. 

Movie/book: Spider-man: Homecoming

Word Count: 1416

A/N: I know that I haven’t updated in a long, long time, guys, and that I’ve got so many requests to finish. My exams are coming up in November and I badly have to study. 

I am so fucking sorry I am a piece of shit I legit kept this request hanging forever. 

You dumped the groceries onto the kitchen counter and rushed to your room, flopping onto your bed. You unlocked your phone and scrolled through Instagram. You scrolled rapidly fast until you stopped short when a post caught your eye. 

It was Nate, with his sandy hair flopped over his left eyebrow, smiling at the camera as his girlfriend kissed his jaw, her arms wrapped around his muscular body as if he belonged to her. 

He did belong to the girl. 

That thought sent made your heart beat painfully as you remembered what he’d said to you that morning after History. 

“Y/N,” He said slowly, grabbing you by the shoulders as if he were explaining this to a five-year-old, “I’m sorry if I was leading you on, okay? I have a girlfriend.”

“B-but you asked me t-to hang out,” You whispered, tears threatening to escape your eyes. 

“Yeah, only ‘cause I took pity on you. And,” He said, his tone growing more menacing by each syllable, “I was tired of you ogling at me like a creep,”

Your eyes widened. All the times you thought he hadn’t noticed you staring, he had. Nate must have seen the horrified look on your face because he nodded. 

“Yes,” He said, releasing her and stepping back, “Everyone knows you stalk me,” 

Her throat hurt as she tried to suppress the emotions. Her head pounded. Nathaniel Hawkins, the boy she thought she loved, and who she thought liked her back, was nothing but a shallow asshole. 

“Right,” She gulped, backing away, her nails digging into her palms. 

And then she’d cried in the girls’ washroom. Cried till no more tears came and all the bitterness of such a cruel rejection flowed out. 

A surge of anger coursed through your veins, and jealousy tinged your vision green. You opened a new post, selecting a picture of you and Nate from the time they went to Starbucks together. 

‘Don’t go near fire, baby, plastic melts :) #FakeFriends’, you typed in the caption, your eyes avoiding the happy picture where he had his arms around you, his tongue stuck out at you like a puppy. You didn’t hesitate before tapping the ‘post’ button, satisfaction hitting you. 

You were just studying for your Chemistry quiz which was due the next day when a series of ‘ping’s distracted you. Picking up your phone, you saw that Ashley Jefferson, the girl in the picture with Nate had commented on your post. You hadn’t even realised that she had been following you. 

‘Bitch,’ The comment said, ‘Die. How fucking dare you insult him. Just because he took crap like you under his wing doesn’t mean that you can go on insulting him all you want’

Another comment by Jesse Cole, her lab partner read: ‘Back off, loser’

Another said: ‘You’ve got guts, posting shit about Nathaniel. Attention-seeking whore’

A comment by his best friend, James Dirkson said: ‘Hoe what you tryna prove? Congratu-fucking-lations on knowing someone popular.’ 

There were tons of other hateful comments, threatening to report you and abusing you. Many of the high-schoolers had also posted hateful things about you. Tears filled your eyes as you deleted the post with shaking hands. Hot tears escaped your eyes as you curled up in bed, thinking why you were so stupid as to even think Nathaniel could like you. 

Peter’s POV

Peter didn’t know what was going on. One day, Y/N was completely fine and the other day she was avoiding everyone, eating lunch alone and barely talking. Ned and he had been observing her for the past three days and she was no longer her sassy, snarky self: she had morphed into someone timid, quiet and sad. He didn’t know what was bothering her because she would barely talk to her friends. 

“Y/N?” Peter said, trying to stimulate a conversation for the third time in the day as she opened the locker door to separate them. “Tell me what’s up with you,”

“Maybe we could go to the movies after this? Or...we could watch Empire Strikes Back?” He tried. 

She slammed her locker shut, looking at him dully. “That movie’s old. Besides, I’m busy.”

“That movie’s old?” Peter said. Hurt flashed in his eyes. “That was our movie.”

“Funny how you use the word ‘was’,” She said, walking past him. 

“What are you so busy doing, anyway?” He demanded. 

“Biology pop quiz is tomorrow,” she said. “I saw it on Miss Fletcher’s table,”

“Maybe we could study together?” He asked hopefully. He was really, really trying to make her feel better. Having a mammoth crush on her was hard when she gave Peter the ‘cold shoulder’. 

Before she could reply, Flash stopped two metres ahead of them, chucking a paper ball at Y/N. She flinched, but pursed her lips, spun around and started walking in the other direction. A few other kids pelted her with empty pens, snack wrappers and failed test papers.

Peter grabbed hold of her arm and turned around. He went over to Flash and paused, ready to take him by surprise by punching him.

“Defending your girlfriend, Parker? Don’t get too attached to her- she’s a real slut,” Nathaniel commented at Flash’s left. Peter turned away from Flash, facing Nathaniel. In a split second, he raised his left fist and brought it down. It connected with Nate’s jaw and he staggered back, clutching it. 

“What the actual fuck, Parker?” He hissed, letting go of his jaw and standing straight. He pushed Peter, who miraculously stayed stoic. The crowd gasped as Peter struck again, at the same spot. The crowd gasped again. Nathaniel had fire in his eyes. He strode forward, grabbing Peter by his collar. He raised his fist, but before he could do anything, Y/N pushed him back, causing him to let go of Peter. 

“You fucking stay away from me,” Nate told Y/N angrily. 

“Wasn’t planning to- you always smell of bullshit,” She snapped. The crowd ‘oohed’. Nathaniel turned around, walking off with his ever faithful gang. 

She grabbed Peter’s hand, taking him away from the scene in the space between the wall and the lockers. 

“You could have been suspended! What were you thinking?” She demanded, waving her hands dramatically. He rolled his eyes. 

“Care to explain why everyone hates you all of a sudden?” He asked, crossing his arms.

Y/N sighed, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you on the way home.”

And so she did. 

Your POV

You regretted ever telling Peter what happened. Sure, it made you feel lighter but now Peter was making constant efforts to cheer you up. Sometimes you had a feeling that you had a crush on him. But that would be crazy, right? Sure, he was smart, cute, funny, dorky and crazy hot without a shirt, but...

Okay. Maybe you did like him.

And now he was in your living room with you, trying to cheer you up with ice-cream and Empire Strikes Back. Han and Leia were close to kissing and when they did, they were interrupted by C-3PO. Peter gave a hoot of laughter, his ice-cream tub almost falling out of his hands. “Never fails to get me, this scene,”

 You shook your head and smiled, trying to get a spoonful of chocolate-chip ice-cream from his tub. He noticed, smiling playfully, “Want it? Get it,” 

You reached out with your spoon but he raised his hand which had the tub til it was out of your reach. You stood on your knees on your couch and tried to reach the tub, accidentally falling on him. 

His eyes were locked in a gaze with yours. Your faces were inches apart which was extremely awkward for two friends watching a PG-rated movie. His eyes darted to your lips. A loud crash from the kitchen made you both jump away from each other, causing you to scramble up on your feet and hurry up to the kitchen. It was the neighbours’ cat that had gotten in through your window again. 

“I’ll, um, leave,” He said awkwardly, backing away. The ice-cream tub lay forgotten on the floor as he packed his DVD and zipped up his jacket. “I hope we can do our payback thing soon,” He grinned. 

You smiled. Peter never failed at making you feel better. “Same,”

As he was about to leave, you stopped him. “Peter?”

“Yeah,”

“I’ll be at your house with my biology textbooks in five,” You said. 

You didn’t catch his smile as he exited through the door. 

A/N: I really hope I made it up to you guys :(

[bbparker]

Chap Stick (Peter Parker)

Request:  Can you write an imagine Peter's in love with popular reader and she's waiting for him to make a move but he's oblivious? They slightly know each other but not like besties or anything. One day as Peter stares her across table she texts him something sweet and flirty? you can take it from here to anywhere, I hope you would write it thank you so much <3

Requested by: @imaginesyes 

A/N: I’m so happy you requested this! Honestly big privilege to write for anyone! I changed it a little to when Peter has only just got his powers so he still wears his glasses! Also, the text is a little more flirty than sweet and (Y/B/F/N) can be male or female, personally I imagined male, but it’s up to you :)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Nada, cheesy flirting maybe?

I was listening to My Type by Saint Motel, you can listen to it here.

Words: 1437

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Peter’s school life was anything but fabulous; his peers were unsettled with his mere presence and the school jock had it out for him. But one thing in this school cancelled out all the negatives. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). The school’s most loved person, her popularity was through the roof. Although she was beautiful and smart Peter got to see other sides of her that he didn’t think anyone else got to see. He got to see her within her passion in after school hours.

The subject of chemistry came naturally to (y/n) and loved to stay back in school, with the permission of her teachers, and create different compounds and mixtures. The elegance and confidence she had in the moments Peter came to watch, he couldn’t help but feel the swell of a crush forming in his chest.

Unknown to Peter (Y/N) had been watching him too. The glasses that adorned his face made his eyes look a bit bigger than they were, he had slight acne under his chin and sometimes he put too much gel in his hair; but when he sometimes rocked up to school a bit late, his hair unruly and curly, his shirt slightly crinkled and a croaky voice her heart would thunder in her chest. The moments when (Y/N) would spot him in the corner of her eyes, watching her after school, she would gain ten times more confident.  (Y/N) had a knack for catching him staring and often, not that she minded. Mostly because she was also staring back at him.

What frustrated her most of all was the clueless boy himself- he couldn’t take a hint. She had smiled at him all the time, casually touched him whenever they had small talks and even gave him her number. She gave it to him three months ago and he’d only managed a simple ‘hello’ before he stopped responding. (Y/N) couldn’t understand, maybe he didn’t like her after all? But he always stared, so why couldn’t he text her back. (Y/N) knew she had a crush on the Parker boy from when she first saw him in 7th grade, but she was taller than him then and now he was a head taller than her.

Sitting at her lunch table after another failed attempt at getting him to talk to her in science, given he was her lab partner, (y/n) was feeling disheartened. Did he not like her back?

‘Maybe he likes someone else prettier than me like Liz Allen, Angel Pettifer or even Michelle?’ She thought.

“What’s up with you (y/n), you’re very silent and I think everyone in the school notices. “Looking around (Y/N) saw some people giving her curious stares - the social butterfly looked like she got shot out of the sky. “I…I’m just having a problem with a boy…” (Y/B/F/N) instantly perked up, “You like a boy and you didn’t tell me? Who is it? Is it Jace? Everyone says you’re a perfect match!” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, she knew her best friend had something with Jace in her strive for power; and anyway, she had no interest in brainless boys like him. Her type sat across from her, at another table, with glasses slipping down his nose as he read from a science textbook.

“Jace is gross and so not my type. I hate that people in this school try to set up a ‘perfect couple’, it ridiculous…”  “Well, you are a gem in this school. Anyways, who were you talking about? Surely not that Parker boy? “One look at you told her everything. Peter heard his name, due to only being the next table over and looked directly at you and continued to stare.

“No! (Y/N), you should date boys like Flash, Jace or Evan! They’re your type.” “You mean their status’ type, not mine. “Breaking eye contact with the Parker boy, (y/n) sets a devilish smile on her face as she decides to send a text. If kindness wouldn’t work maybe a more direct approach would work.

(Y/N): Are you wearing chap stick?

Peter looked down as his phone buzzed, frowning- It took a few moments for him to finally reply. (Y/N) was staring at him as he answered and when he looked back up she found her phone buzzing. Still ignoring her friends rambling she sought out the text.

Parker <3: No, why??

(Y/N): I am, wanna taste?

Looking back up as she replied, a smirk on her face. Slowly as Peter re-read the text over and over, face becoming the colour of fire, before looking back up to (y/n). Suddenly a presence made itself known next to her. “Hey (y/n), busy Friday?” Jace’s voice made her tense due to the several times he had asked her this very verse. “Hmm, maybe I am, it depends…” Jace, seeming to anticipate the new response that wasn’t a 'no', moved even closer to her. Peter, who was on the next table with his new senses at top notch noticed the slight movement and tensed heavily. He was practically ignoring his best friend, Ned in the process. The boy didn’t seem to notice.

“On what?”

“Whether or not my chap stick tastes good enough…” (y/n) looking directly at Peter, whose demeanor was slowly gaining confidence. “I’d be happy to judge that for you (y/n).”

She scoffed a laugh, “Yes, but the problem is I am very selective of my taste testers.” Licking her lips, Peters' eyes followed it before letting out an audible gulp. (Y/n) had definitely noticed causing her to smirk devilishly and Peter to look down and began typing rapidly on his phone.

Parker <3: Can I talk to you?

(Y/N) read the test and looked up to find him already staring, she motioned with her head towards the cafeteria doors. Getting the message, he stood abruptly, knocking the table and causing a loud bang. Instantly everyone looked at him, he blushed and walked out after muttering something to his best friend. The people around (y/n) began to talk normally and just as Jace was about to begin to ask her out again, with her best friend slightly glaring at him, she stood up.

“I forgot something in my locker. I’ll see you in class.” “But (y/n)-” Jace began but she hastily cut him off.

“Ask out (Y/B/F/N) I know you two have been seeing each other anyway! Don’t let that go on my behalf, you guys deserve your own story too…” (Y/n) laughed and smiled turning and rushing to get hopefully get her happy ending.

In the corridor (y/n) found a lone silhouette leaning against the lockers. “Peter?” (Y/N) smiled walking and standing closer to him once he stood up straight. She was closer to him than you would have been if merely in conversation.  “(Y-Y/N), I-I… ugh, this is hard… I w-want to-” The poor boy couldn’t seem to get the words out. Pushing his glasses back up to his face, only to slide down again, (y/n) moved closer. “Do you want to taste my chap stick, Parker?” She smiled coyly.

“N-no, I mean yes, but I want to-” Impatient, (y/n) wrapped her hands around his head and pulled his lips to hers. It wasn’t a long kiss but it was enough for now. However, it seemed Peter hadn’t got enough as he pulled her in by her hips to flush against his body and continued to kiss her.

They were in sync as (y/n) prophet her hand down to his cheek and stroked his cheek affectionately. Some audible gasps were heard and as the two separated they saw people from the cafeteria had returned and had seen the light making out.

The front of the crowd was Jace and (Y/B/F/N), but they were lightly smiling as they passed and went to class. Following behind them, (y/n) noticed Peter not walking with her. Turning she jogged back to his stunned face and grabbed his hand.

“C’mon Peter, we have to get to class. You can taste more of my chap stick later. That’s a promise” Peter finally gained to confidence to smile at you and leaned down to give you another simple kiss. “I like the sound of that…”

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