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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 đ
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 heâd 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 oâclock on a Monday morning, which was when his additional chemistry class was held. It didnât 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 wasnât 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 didnât know Olli because they were buddies, quite the contrary, in fact; one of Olliâs 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 âsuch a big-dick move to put that cocky emo loser back in his place lolâ), so Aleksi wasnât exactly surprised that Olli never replied to his sleepy greeting on Monday mornings. Thinking back to it, Aleksi couldnât recall the boy saying anything at all during the chemistry classes, so that by now he wouldâve started suspecting Olli was mute, if it wasnât 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.
âMorning,â 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 couldâve 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 Olliâs 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 dayâs experiments, Aleksi picked up his pencil and wrote on the corner of Olliâs hand-out:
Hi! :)
The anticipation nearly had him tremble as he waited for Olli to react in any way; for the longest time, bordering Aleksiâs patience, Olli did nothing but stare at the letters Aleksi had scribbled. He still didnât look at him, still didnât say anything or â god forbid â smile; he just blinked at the single word that had appeared in the corner of his paper.
Then, after a million years in Aleksiâs 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! Iâm 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 sheâd perform an example experiment for them to later mimic.
They didnât 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 â or rather, Olli never spoke, despite Aleksiâs best efforts to at least have him answer some simple yes-or-no questions, such as âdo you want to try first?â or âcan you pass the pipette?â or âoh fuck, do you think we should tell the teacher?â 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.
âQuit laughing, or Iâll tell everyone itâs your blood,â he had said in hopes of making Olli properly giggle, but it had seemed to have the opposite effect, for Olli hadnât 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 â because clearly he was that opposed to the idea of being associated with Aleksi â 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 Olliâs 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.
âSee ya.â
âYeah, see ya!â Aleksi replied, perhaps a little too eagerly, rolling his eyes in frustration when Olli hurried out of the classroom.
It wasnât 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? :)Â
Aleksi was most definitely too optimistic for his own good, but he had a feeling Olli didnât 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 ânice weekendâ â 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 Olliâs cheeks and hoped it wouldnât discourage Olli away from the budding conversation.Â
At last, Aleksiâs 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 couldâve 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 didnât 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 friendâs 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 Olliâs weekend.
Well, he sighed to himself, standing up to join his coursemates, another Monday, then.Â
~*~
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 Olliâs 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 :)Â
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 Olliâs face; he still hadnât 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 Aleksiâs heart could settle back to its place from his throat where it had jumped up to. He couldnât 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 hadnât noticed the shade of Olliâs irises until now. They were dark grey, he could tell, serious but not cold by any means. He couldnât 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.
~*~
âHi Olli,â 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 didnât let him rejoice for too long, though, before turning his gaze to his desk as he sat down.
âHi.â
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 (âHi Olli!â âHiâŠAleksiâ) to deep discussions about the current events in their lives (âHowâs it going?â âGood.â âAwesomeâ), 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 theyâd reach the classroom doorway. From there onwards theyâd 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 hadnât caught a glimpse of the boy by Friday, he became worried, to the extent he considered walking up to Olliâs 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 â in those rare occasions he did smile â 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 teacherâs drill of a stare would bore a hole through your skull.
Taking a deep breath to brace himself, he watched as Olliâs 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.
âHey,â he said once he had pulled Joonas aside, hidden from the disapproving looks of Joel and company.
âHuh?â
âDo you happen to know where Olli is?â 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.
âHeâs caught the cold. Why?â Knitting his brows and eyeing Aleksi up and down, Joonas seemed sceptical about Aleksiâs 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.)
âUmmmm⊠I have his chemistry homework for him.â
Aleksi could almost hear the cogwheels turning inside Joonasâ head until his expression brightened.
âAaah⊠Right! Yeah, I suppose you would.â (Whatever Joonas meant by that.) âIâm gonna go over later today to see how heâs doing, so I can forward the message for you.â
âOh, great! Thanks!â 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.
âIâll catch up with you later, alright?â Joonas winked at him, and then he was gone.Â
Joonas never did catch up with him, however, and so Aleksi was saved from the embarrassment of admitting he hadnât 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 heâd say to him. Not knowing if Olli would be attending the upcoming Mondayâs class either, the weekend went by slower than ever, which normal-Aleksi wouldâve 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.
âYouâre here!â
Olli looked up at him but said nothing, his silence a pang to Aleksiâs 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.
canât speak doctorâs 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 wouldâve 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! Youâre usually so talkative
He knew he was taking a risk poking fun at Olliâs quietness, but to his great relief, Olliâs 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 otherâs 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 âoopsâ after having bumped into Aleksi.
On Friday, at the last recess of the day, Olliâs friend Joonas grabbed Aleksi by his wrist and pulled him into an empty classroom.
âWait here,â 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.
âUmmmmâŠâ Olli finally said, his voice a little hoarse, so he cleared his throat and tried again. âI just⊠ummm⊠thereâs this⊠band⊠tomorrowâŠâ
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 âyesâ before Olli even got around to asking him anything.
âAnd I was just⊠thinking if⊠âcuz I have an extra ticket⊠so⊠I thought maybe youââ
âYeah!â To Aleksiâs turmoil, his tongue could sometimes be quicker than his brain. âI mean⊠what?âÂ
Behind the classroom door, someone clicked their tongue.
âYeah, ummmm.â Olli scratched the back of his neck. âSo yeah. Would you⊠like to come? To the show? On Saturday? With me? Maybe? I mean, of course you already have plansââ
âI donât!â Aleksi hurried to say. âI can come. But⊠will your friends be coming too though?â
Olli shook his head. Aleksi decided not to dwell on what the evident horror in Olliâs 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 â or maybe he was just that terrified of being seen with Aleksi in public.
âNo, they wonât. I mean, Joonas was supposed to, but he, ummmmmm, heâs going⊠ummmmâŠâ Olliâs gaze wandered towards the door, as if for help.
âTo my great-uncleâs funeral!â the door whispered at him.
âTo his great-uncleâs funeral,â Olli confirmed.
âA-ha,â Aleksi nodded. âSorry for your loss,â he said to the door.
â...Thanks,â 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 Aleksiâs 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.
âGuess Iâll see you on Saturday atâŠ?â
âAt six. At Sandroâs.â
If Aleksi didnât get a wink of sleep the following night, it wasnât 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 couldnât bring himself to care if he looked a little dumb, smiling to himself and leaning his chin on his palm at eight oâclock 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 Olliâs eyes had brightened when he had spotted Aleksi in the crowd. He was smiling at Olliâs 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 Olliâs hand searching for his, fumbling and hesitating until it finally clasped Aleksiâs during the final song of the bandâs setlist, a melancholy rock ballad that prompted lighters and cellphone flashlights to be lit. In Aleksiâs eyes, they were all dim in comparison to the glimmer in Olliâs eyes.
Lying in his bedroom later that evening and throughout the entire next day, Aleksi had still felt the warmth of Olliâs hand in his, even though they had let each other go as soon as the stage lights had been turned off.
âHi.â Olliâs voice brought Aleksi from Saturday evening back to Monday morning.Â
âHi,â 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 Olliâs face told him heâd have time to figure it out, at his own pace.
In the meantime, Aleksi could always improvise, and so he picked up his pencil.
âĄ
They both stared at the tiny heart on the corner of Olliâs notebook, and just when Aleksi was about to convince himself he had made a terrible mistake, Olli took the pencil out of his hand.
⥠âĄ
#blind channel fanfiction#blind channel rpf#24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling#ollixallu#an alternative universe in which aleksi went to high school lol#i mean correct me if i'm wrong but didn't he go to amsterdam right after junior high?#not sure how long he was there but somehow i'm under the assumption he never went to finnish high school? đ€#which is cool i mean neither did i lol#which is why i also know shit-all about high school chemistry classes đ hence i tried to not include that stuff too much#i guess it could've been any class but i needed them to sit together every week#so chemistry lab partners it is ig#btw pls don't ask me what the deal with aleksi and joel is lol i couldn't be bothered to think that much in detail đ#just assume it wasn't anything completely terrible and that aleksi didn't do it to be a douche and joel eventually forgave him đ#also: i promised ju i'd make our shy schoolgirl olli uwu at least in the tags so here ya go#shy schoolgirl olli: uwu <3#also also: in a perfect world i would've made this even longer and more slow-burn#but alas for the purposes of the advent calendar i had to lower my standards a bit đ€§
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Me & U, Isnât | dadâs best friend!santiago âpopeâ garcia x reader
2.5k word count. Content warningâ this is not a good time read! Relationship angst, m/c is intended to be over 21 years of age, Santi isnât a bad guy, but he isnât 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 âkeeping the peace.â Donât 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 youâd 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. âHow long have you been out here?â You ask with brows knitted as he pushes himself up.
âAbout... ten minutes?â He takes a moment to think it over. âSaw your phone location and noticed you were headed back this way. Figured Iâd be able to catch you before you headed back out.â
âWhat the fuck?â You remark surprisingly, looking at him like heâd grown a third arm. âSince when have you been doing that?â
âYou let me, remember? That one night you were all cock drunk, I asked you and you let me enable it.â 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.
âWhat do you want, Santiago?â You ask, shutting the door. Technically your tone was mellow, but there was something about the sentence itself that made his smug expression fall.
âWhat are you doing that for?â He asks.
âDoing what?â You ask, eying him weirdly as you set down your keys and take off your jacket.
âYou know what. What are you upset about?â 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 hadnât chosen to go dark for an entire week and three and half daysâ not that you were counting.
Although you were.
Going about your days like the family and friends trip to Miami didnât happen last May.
Like all the glances and tension that was brewing between you and Santiago that entire year didnât lead up to him fucking you in a beach shower at 5pm, on a Tuesday, didnât lead to you having to keep the biggest secret youâd ever endeavored to take on.
No one could know, heâd told you.
And you werenât fucking stupid, of course they couldnât.
But no one didnât just mean your mom or dad, whoâd lose their minds, and more than likely relieve Santiago of his if they found out how long youâd been âseeingâ 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 sophomoreâ and even the family cat, Feek.
When you got into this, whatever this was, youâd 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, youâd thought you were gaining him. Even if you knew you couldnât really be together, youâd thoughtâ well, you donât even know anymore.
Youâd just hoped heâd at least show up for you more. And instead, he pulled away.
Santiago put more time into Kim, the woman heâd 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 itâd be too weird to attend alone.
âJust for the photos.â heâd said. âIf people see me with her, then they wouldnât think even in their wildest dreams that I was with you.â Heâd continued.
Eventually you stopped bringing it up. Thatâs how a lot of things went with him it seemed. Heâd settle on one answer and thatâs what heâd stick to. Not once would he divert or slip upâ things just were, no matter how unsatisfied you were with his replies.
Though, you werenât granted that same privilege it seemed.
âMi amor,â He says walking closer to where you stood by the breakfast bar. Amor. Loveâ Santiago never could say it in English. And it always felt like heâd made a point of it not to. âWhat are you upset about?â
You scoff, effectively rolling your eyes and slipping past him to walk down the hall to your room. âOh, thereâs a list of things. Iâm afraid I wouldnât be able to get to them all, even if I tried to, Santiago.â 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 ownâ 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, âI know you.â 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.
âI 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 youâre not, how can I know if you donât let me in on what it is youâre letting stew in that little head of yours.â
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 isâ
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 isnât absolute madness.
Didnât he go day by day antagonizing over this too? Didnât he share in the thought that this was pure torture?
âDonât you see what youâve done to me?â You think. âYouâve made me feel like everyone I could trust was an inside spy, waiting for one damn slip up to crucify me for.â
âIâm protecting you, and Iâm lonelier than ever.â
âYouâre holding me and I hate how youâre all Iâve got left that feels like home.â
You couldnât say those things. And he didnât want to know them, not really.
âWhy wonât you let me go?â You ask, taking a shaky inhale.
Santiago doesnât answer right away, undoubtedly getting your true meaning.
âDo you want me to?â He asks finally, quiet. Waiting.
âI,â Your voice cracks before everything becomes too much and youâre turning in his grasp to look at him.
Could the truth fix everything in this instance?
If you told him, âItâs about you not being honest? Itâs 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?â
But what was the point of wasting your breath when you knew itâd turn into a futile argument that changed nothing.
Itâd 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. Thatâs how he seemed to like you best anywayâ responsive to his smallest whim and wholly compliant.
So as always, you donât speak, you donât 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.
âMy pretty girl. Smart girl.â 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 personâs true nature was but as he cups your face with one hand, you abandon the thought. It was better not to think.
âIâm here now, so just⊠be with me.â He says it so softly heâs almost whispering. Leaning in til your noses touch.
âSantiago.â Comes out raspy, your voice strained by nerves and excess emotion.
âNuh-uh.â 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. âNone of that. Say it properly.â
âI donât know what youâreââ And youâre 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.
âStill donât know, do you?â He asks eyeing you with a glint forming in his eye as you shook your head. âNo?â
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. âWhatâs it going to take to get that little attitude of yours in check? Hm?â
His thumb rubs over your clit once, slow and purposeful as you keen in his grasp. âWhat am I going to have to do? Fuck it out of you?â
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 itâs with two fingers that have you quietly gasping at the intrusion.
Your cunt wets his fingers all to quickly, youâre 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. âThatâs it.â 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. âThatâs it, baby, thatâs it. Give it to me, mi amor. Youâre gonna cum, arenât you?â
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 couldnât see but could feel fast approaching from all angles. Your moans rise in pitch, voice cracking as he works at an unyielding speed.
âSay my name, baby. All you have to do is say it and Iâll let you cum on my fingers nice, long and hard.â He murmurs, brows raised expectantly. âCome on, baby. Come on.â
âF-fuck, Santiago!â 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.
âHmm.â He takes a moment to hum and haw, as if what he finds is in line with whatever he had thought. âFucking it is.â
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 doesnât bother removing his own bottoms completely, instead holding your unsteady gaze as you watch him pull his cock through the opening heâd 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.
âYou can be difficult with me, baby. I have all the time in the world for you.â 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.
âPobrecita,â He coos, peppering kisses across your face, against your cheeks, and nose, and eyelidsâ 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.
âWhat is it, bebita? Talk to me. I canât help if you donât let me in.â 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.
âWhyââ You suck in a big breath of air in between hiccups. âWhy donât you ever tell me you love me?â
His eyes are deep, chocolatey and steady when he speaks. âI tell you. I tell you all the time.â He says, bringing a hand up to card his fingers through your hair.
âIn Spanish!â You argue unhappily, eyelashes matted together with tears, cheeks watermarked. âYou tell me in Spanish, Santiago.â
âYou think I donât mean it?â He asks evenly.
âYou donât say it.â You insist.
Releasing a sigh, he leans closer, his lips ghosting against yours. âTe amo.â 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.
âTe amo.â He says again, kissing you softly, the words being almost spoken into your mouth.
âTe amo.â Santiago repeats with another kiss before pulling back to look into your eyes, sparing one hand to cup your chin. âI love you.â
Your bottom lip trembles, from finally hearing the words, from how gently he looks at you. âI love you, Santi. I love you.â
A smile breaks onto his face as he leans in to capture your mouth again. Only parting after heâd thoroughly taken your breath away, leaving your chest heaving in his departure. âI know, babygirl.â
#santi x reader#santiago pope garcia#santiago garcia smut#santiago garcia x reader#santiago garcia x you#santiago garcia#santiago pope garcia x reader#triple frontier#triple frontier smut#triple frontier angst#fanfic#santiago pope garcia angst
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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 spadesâȘ
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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?
â*â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:
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.
*â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:
"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----------------
#i was supposed to prepare for a national exam#moon junhui#jun svt#jun fluff#seventeen fluff#seventeen fanfic#kpop fluff#choi seungcheol#jeonghan#joshua hong#svt hoshi#jeon wonwoo#seventeen woozi#dokyeom#mingyu#minghao#seungkwan#vernon#svt dino
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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.
#i dead ass wanted to die#i always made fun of my friends for letting guys give them hickeys#and then it happened#my best friend was very amused#college stuff#lia talks
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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...
#i should've said it to my actual professor i just whispered it to my lab partner n she lost it laughing so my prof did give us the 'wtf' fac#julie says stuff#dumb dialogue ig#i am peak comedy#chemistry#chemistry lab
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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)
#im honestly more in love with her now#i wrote this down during a class lecture priorities yes#someone send me money so i can meet her too#olivia welch#olivia scott welch#fear street#deena x sam#samantha fraser#sam fraser#sameena#deena johnson#sam x deena#the blue rose#blue rose
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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 itâd 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 Evenâs fascinated. Isak wears his hood up indoors. He doesnât 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 Isakâs friend more, and heâs happy to use as many terrible chemistry puns as itâll 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 isnât the only chemistry happening between him and his lab partner, and somehowâEven finds his senior year turning out a little less chill than expected.
[Read on Ao3]
#scream so I guess this is happening now??#as i'm posting this i'm realizing it's been 3 and a half years since my last skam fic ummm w o w#I am........incredibly nervous#I also am in need of a new coffee table so!#i will be hitting the post button and then immediately high tailing it to the nearest IKEA for refuge to distract myself#confrontation? never heard of her#but before I go let me just say: look! at!! ronnie's!!! art!!!!!!!#look how incredible!!!i almost teared up when I first saw it đ#she is so talented and also the sweetest#go check out her other works! and shower her with compliments bc she so very much deserves it#skam big bang 2021#my fics#acp#skam fic
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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!!!!)
SOÂ
Virgil is at a small family gathering, right, and halfway through the quote-unquote âgame timeâ (the adults played charades while Virgil and his cousins, Remy and Percy, sit and scroll on their phones), one of his auntâs boyfriend proposes.Â
Which is fine. Itâs sweet, cute, even, but this particular aunt isnât 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 Virgilâs spring break.
Which is also fine! Virgil loves small gatherings because small = less people!Â
The only not-fine thing, however, is the invitation his aunt gives him.
Specifically the bolded â+1â
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. Thatâs fine. Itâs all fine.
Until he calls up Patton and finds out heâs going up north with Logan over break.
So Virgil says, âoh, cool, okay- uh, nevermind, then. Talk to you later, Pat.â
And promptly panics.
NOT ONLY is Patton going up north with his boyfriend andâll be unavailable, but Virgilâs 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 auntâs 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 heâs 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 doesnât 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 Virgilâs desk like Roman is a lighthouse for geeky kids who somehow use musicals and Shakespeare to be popular.Â
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 heâs 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.
âWhatâs up with you today, Stormcloud?â Roman says, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand.Â
Virgil squints. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou seem down-â
âIâm always down.â
Roman actually snickers at that, and Virgil feels a tiny smile twitch at his mouth before he smothers it. âI guess so. Nothingâs wrong, though?â
And Virgil swears he means to say something about Roman minding his own business, or âwhy do you care,â or- something edgy or reclusive, dang it-
But what actually slips out of his mouth is âJust stressed out about my auntâs wedding.â
Immediately, alarms blare in his head - TMI ABORT ABORT ABORT YOU FU-Â
Romanâs perfect eyebrows draw together. âAre you... planning it? Or something?â
What a fantastic idiot. âNo,â Virgil says quietly, shifting the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands as he shrinks into his seat, âI just- I have to bring a date to my auntâs wedding, and my best friend Patton is being a domestic geek with his boyfriend over break, so I canât bring either of them, and I donât talk to that many people, surprisingly enough-â
Heâs cut off by Romanâs laugh, bright and rich and a lil bit dorky when his nose scrunches up, and Virgilâs eyes go wide.Â
âIâm sorry,â Roman breathes between laughs, âthatâs bad, Iâm sorry, Iâm not laughing at it- youâre just really funny, Iâm-â His laughter dies out when Virgil blinks at him, though V kinda misses the sound as Roman clears his throat. â...sorry.â
âItâs fine. I donât know what Iâm gonna do, yknow?â They both go quiet for a moment - Virgil slowly turns back to his spot of the desk and mentally facepalms. Of course he doesnât know, heâs 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.
âWhat day is it?â
He looks up, surprised, at Roman, whoâs watching his expectantly. âUh- next week. Next Friday.â
Roman perks up. âIâm free then! If you donât have anyone else to take, I mean.â
âOh.â
Oh.Â
Oh, sh!t-Â Roman- the wedding- and he- anyone else?! As if Virgil could find anyone else better than flippin-
âVirgil?â Romanâs posture shrinks, just a little bit, and Virgil realizes he hasnât responded any more. âYou donât have to say yes, I just thought-â
âNo!â Roman jerks back at his outburst, eyebrows raised- frickfrickfrick- âI mean, yes! Yea, you can come, thatâd be cool!â He clears his throat, calms down. âFine, I mean. Thatâd be fine. Yes.â
The smile that lights up Romanâs face makes Virgilâs heart race - heâs 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. âHow was school?â she asks as Virge sits at the island.Â
âIt was okay,â he says, grabbing a cookie as soon as she puts them on the counter. âI got a plus one for Aunt Pattyâs wedding.â
His mom beams. âIs it Patton? I havenât seen him in a while - you should invite him over!â
Virgil pauses chewing, setting the cookie down, still a little bit bitter despite himself. âNo, Patâs going to Vermont with Logan over the break.â
âOh.â His mom slows as she starts washing dishes, gives him a sly look from the corner of her eye. âWho, then?â
âRoman Kingsley.â His mom raises an eyebrow. âFrom my chemistry class.â
âAh...â She tilts her head at the tray sheâs scrubbing and says, almost too quickly for Virgil to really process, âSo, this is your... boyfriend, then?â
Emphasis on the too fast for him to process part.Â
Emphasis on the heâs an idiot subtext.
âYeah?â
Emphasis on heâs a complete and bumbling moron.
His mom perks up, her smile brightening by actual megawatts as her hands still over the sink. âReally? Aw, I canât wait to meet him, honey!âÂ
wAIT NONONONONONO
âYeah,â he repeats lamely.
(nailed it.)
Heâs very aware of his other option here. âNo, heâs just nice and invited himself because Iâm a loser whose only friends are already dating and leaving me to attend a wedding alone and be, once more for emphasis, a loser.âÂ
Also known as telling the truth.
Except that his mom looks so happy.
...thatâs kind of his only motivator in this situation.
Sheâd 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 doesnât want to see the light in her eyes dissipate because of him.Â
So he sticks with option one: he doesnât 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 iâm exhausted and tumblr wont let me save this as a draft, SO iâll finish tomorrow Â
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#prinxiety#sanders sides#roman sanders#virgil sanders#thomas sanders#my writing#headcanon? fic? idk man#bullet point fic?#thats basically my main genre#hm#fake dating au
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Chap Stick (Peter Parker)
Request:Â 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: @imaginesyesÂ
A/N: Iâm 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 itâs 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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Peterâs 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 schoolâs 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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 heâd only managed a simple âhelloâ before he stopped responding. (Y/N) couldnât understand, maybe he didnât like her after all? But he always stared, so why couldnât 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?
âMaybe he likes someone else prettier than me like Liz Allen, Angel Pettifer or even Michelle?â She thought.
âWhatâs up with you (y/n), youâre very silent and I think everyone in the school notices. âLooking around (Y/N) saw some people giving her curious stares - the social butterfly looked like she got shot out of the sky. âIâŠIâm just having a problem with a boyâŠâ (Y/B/F/N) instantly perked up, âYou like a boy and you didnât tell me? Who is it? Is it Jace? Everyone says youâre a perfect match!â (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.
âJace is gross and so not my type. I hate that people in this school try to set up a âperfect coupleâ, it ridiculousâŠâ âWell, you are a gem in this school. Anyways, who were you talking about? Surely not that Parker boy? âOne 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.
âNo! (Y/N), you should date boys like Flash, Jace or Evan! Theyâre your type.â âYou mean their statusâ type, not mine. âBreaking eye contact with the Parker boy, (y/n) sets a devilish smile on her face as she decides to send a text. If kindness wouldnât 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. âHey (y/n), busy Friday?â Jaceâs voice made her tense due to the several times he had asked her this very verse. âHmm, maybe I am, it dependsâŠâ Jace, seeming to anticipate the new response that wasnât 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 didnât seem to notice.
âOn what?â
âWhether or not my chap stick tastes good enoughâŠâ (y/n) looking directly at Peter, whose demeanor was slowly gaining confidence. âIâd be happy to judge that for you (y/n).â
She scoffed a laugh, âYes, but the problem is I am very selective of my taste testers.â 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.
âI forgot something in my locker. Iâll see you in class.â âBut (y/n)-â Jace began but she hastily cut him off.
âAsk out (Y/B/F/N) I know you two have been seeing each other anyway! Donât let that go on my behalf, you guys deserve your own story tooâŠâ (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. âPeter?â (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. â(Y-Y/N), I-I⊠ugh, this is hard⊠I w-want to-â The poor boy couldnât seem to get the words out. Pushing his glasses back up to his face, only to slide down again, (y/n) moved closer. âDo you want to taste my chap stick, Parker?â She smiled coyly.
âN-no, I mean yes, but I want to-â Impatient, (y/n) wrapped her hands around his head and pulled his lips to hers. It wasnât a long kiss but it was enough for now. However, it seemed Peter hadnât 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.
âCâmon Peter, we have to get to class. You can taste more of my chap stick later. Thatâs a promiseâ Peter finally gained to confidence to smile at you and leaned down to give you another simple kiss. âI like the sound of thatâŠâ
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