just when u thought your week couldn’t get any worse. you have a final this week and a public speaking presentation that’s worth half of your grade. you’re certain that you’re gonna fail both classes and the pressure is on.
5 am monday morning - you’re up early doodling notes on your ipad as you practice active recall, the glow from the screen lighting up your tired face.
you could barely concentrate as you think abt how you’ve just bombed your exam last week and how high that you would have to score to pass the class with atleast a C. you’d go to office hours but you feel like you’re just too late for that. as a tear starts to form at your lash line — your roommate swings the door open, you quickly sniffle and stare back at her, seeing her in her navy blue scrubs w two coffee mugs in her hand.
“thought you’d need this,” she says, setting a porcelain coffee mug down on your desk beside your scattered notes. you smile weakly at her as she sips from her coffee mug. “cheer up babe.”
“i’m scared. i really need to pass this class!” she gives you a sympathetic look, she’s been where you are and she’s definitely going through her own troubles. she’s doing an internship at a hospital and she’s graduating in a few weeks, the dark circles under her eyes tell you she’s exhausted too. luckily, she knows a perfect tutor who’s always in the library. she tells you what study room he’s normally in and she gives you a quick shoulder rub before leaving. you sigh softly, turning off your ipad before going to bed.
you find his table later that day, tucked in the back corner near the windows, staring at his laptop before pushing his glasses up on his face then cracking his knuckles. how adorable.
“hi…um, roman?” he stands to acknowledge your presence, staring at you before quickly moving to slide the chair back for you to sit, the legs scraping annoyingly against the floor. he has a strong, square jaw and thick brows that give him a naturally serious look, but with nerdy glasses on, it makes him look super studious. his sleeper build and glasses would be hot if u weren’t failing rn.
once you two are past the formalities, he’s eager to help. after all, he was a learning assistant for the class and he’s quite “proficient” in this subject. so much so that he gets rlly wrapped up in it, chalking it up to habit more than anything, but he still keeps glancing back at you to make sure you’re actually following.
“are you sure that i can relearn everything frm january and apply it to a cumulative exam that’s on friday?”
he nods, already turning to the board. the marker squeaks against the white surface, his clean strokes cutting through old faint smudges left frm whoever was here last.
you’re much confident by thursday morning than you were on monday afternoon. roman had started to grow on you, his learning style was… fluent, he actually adjusted himself around you. he made sure you were learning in the way that actually worked for you (even when you were half distracted and sighing every five minutes).
when you came marching over to his table after the final, you didn’t have a plan. u just needed to see him. you thanked him w a big hug, your boobs nearly spilling out of ur cami as you yapped away abt how thankful you were. then you started going on abt your future career path and somewhere in the middle of it, you asked him what he was in school for. in hindsight, you didn’t rlly care but it was more like… you were trying to even the score??? if he helped you through a shitty week, you at least owed him something in return.
he just wants to be a football player but he doesn’t think he’s ever going to so he settled for sports medicine, he’s smart enough but not as active.
“i can help!” he tilts his head and you pause to think, sucking on ur bottom lip as you try to conjure up a reasoning that would appeal to roman’s logic. “i…i think it’s a mindset thing! and… you just gotta be tough and disciplined… and you gotta have stamina—“ you nod to yourself, that’s the word you’re looking for! “stamina is very important! it’s important bcs…”
his arms are crossed over his chest, his thick biceps pinned to his body, “according to nfl, it allows your body to maintain physical and mental performance for longer periods without getting exhausted.”
“exactly! lemme help you!” you smile gleefully.
naturally, you’d like to be taken out on a date or two before you’re making out w a guy — but you’re just returning a favor. you were moaning, sloppily kissing roman w your spit slick lips as you kept chasing his mouth. you swallowed every single moan that came frm him, your hips rolling with desperate, frantic little circles that are grinding your pussy against his clothed bulge.
“ah…mm, “ he groans against your lips, his glasses are slightly lowered on his nose as he looks at you, all dazed and needy. “mmf...fu— what are you.. d-doing?”
“dry humping you, nerd…” you smirk, “mm feels so good !!” you coo softly and he breathes heavily, nodding before he buries his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder. you can hear the shaky little whimpers leaving him as you keep grinding down against him, biting your lip at the friction between your bodies.
he’s so loud in your ear; straining, moaning, fighting the urge to let out a slew of curses. he lets out another broken mewl when you feel a warm patch start to spread over the crotch of his jeans, and for a second you can’t even tell if it’s you, him, or both of you. his fingers tighten around ur hips, head lolling back as he tries to moan your name.
“….i think im gonna cum soon.” he tries to slow you down, lifting you slightly, and even unintentionally rocking you. you let out a hiss as his dick rubbed against your now hypersensitive clit.
you’re having sm fun w him. he’s so inexperienced and needy that you can’t help but taunt him, “need me to slow down, roman?” as you’re smoothing ur hand through his hair, scratching your nails across the nape of her neck. you started to trail your tongue down his neck before placing kisses alongside his jaw.
“hm, please, pl-go slow…” he moaned under his breath. you weren’t letting him off that easy, he groaned out a weak “you’re not slowing down! uhh fuckkkkk!” as you rutted against him with more intent to make him cum, ur own eyes rolling back as pleasure pulses between your legs. your fingers continued gripping at his hair as you kept rocking your hips throughout both of your orgasms. you had a satisfied smirk on your face as you watch his chest heave, his body trembling beneath you frm the aftershocks.
did i forget to mention that he looks super serious? he has this look that he does, he furrows his brow whenever he’s curious. you decided to gaslight him into believing that you’re just helping him “clean up” the mess that he’d made in his pants. he wasn’t even sure how to get away from you… he jerks his hips forward mindlessly, his hands scrabbling for something to hold onto.
you’d shown him how to bob your head if it gets to being too much (u lied, actually.) so he tried it, making the same circular motions you had shown him as his lips were slightly parted, w that furrowed brow while he fought like hell to keep his eyes solely on you. even when his lower belly tightened, he was still holding on. this is stamina!!!
you try your best to look back at him, lids fluttering open and closed through the blur of tears, wet lashes sticking together frm deep throating him. he wipes your tears away w the palm of his hand, holding your face still so you had no choice but to look at him. his eyes stayed locked on yours while he groaned your name, his back and hips arching hard as he came. you swallowed it all, grinning the second he hauls you up into him for a kiss… now you think to yourself, how should you reward him if you pass your final?
The year before Virgil joined the gang, Roman was less than enthused with his role in the school’s theater production. Patton tried to hold it together when he showed them his costume, he really did. Roman dreads the day that Virgil finds out about it, let alone that there’s photographic evidence.
(Yes the foreground and background are in different styles, what of it? XD )
Am I even sorry at this point? You know what, no I'm not. I don't have to be.
If you've decided to follow me you should have known what you're getting into.
Let's Fucking Do This!
On The Subject Of Opposites:
Roman and Remus Croft were having their usual weekend romcom marathon, where they watch terribly cliched romcoms to make fun of them, when Roman suddenly came up with a theory.
The theory? Opposites don't attract, ever. So he tells this idea to Remus, who strongly disagrees. So they do the only logical thing.
They bet on it.
They both have to find their opposites in school and hang out with them for a whole month, to test this theory.
And so the experiment begins!
Roman finds his polar opposite in Logan Berry, captain of the debate team, star of the swim team, honor roll student and obnoxiously posh and pretty prep.
His goal? Do not fall in love with Logan Berry. Shouldn't be too hard considering how much he hates his guts from the start.
After all, for a nerd who has to work thrice as hard just to get straight A's while getting a role in every play the school theater puts on, someone like Logan, who seems to balance all these achievements without breaking a sweat is very easy to loath.
So this will be an easy win, right?
...Right?
Meanwhile, Remus finds his polar opposite in Virgil Merlo, the silent and dangerous troublemaker of the school.
Virgil isn't your typical jock shoving nerds into lockers type bully, but rather the type of menacing bully who has done some actually serious things and no one knows anything about his personal life and he's gotten in big trouble for it and is one more serious mistake away from a school for problematic kids.
And as a shy and quiet loner who keeps to himself because he's too scared of opening his mouth, lest all the bad thoughts slip out and everyone thinks he's crazy, so much so that he sticks to being a techie in the school theater productions, but still manages to freak people out on the rare occasions he does speak, in hushed tones and creepy whispers, and lots of incoherent mumbling to himself when he wants to calm his own nerves, Remus is understandably terrified of Virgil.
But throughout the course of a month he learns not to be scared of him and they even become friends, but he doesn't develop any romantic feelings just yet.
At first he's only slightly bummed, thinking Roman's theory was right and he's gonna have to keep his end of the bet.
But when he sees how Roman is doing, he starts freaking out. Why doesn't he feel that way with Virgil? Is something wrong with him? What does Virgil feel? Is he gonna have to turn him down?
And in the background of the gay disaster twins and their even more gay disaster crushes, there are two students, polar opposites, who meet not in the confineds of an experiment, but by pure luck, or chance or fate, whatever you wanna call it.
Dorian Picani is all about standing up to the broken system and exposing the lies that allow those in power to take advantage of the poor, weak and helpless.
Which, unsurprisingly, gets him labeled as an sjw, a special snowflake, and a slightly outdated one, hippie. For some reason that's the one that seems to stick with everyone.
Meanwhile Patton Waller is the peppy popular school sweetheart, head of the yearbook comity and class president, who everybody loves. And who wouldn't love him? He's nice and kind and friendly to everyone, even jerks who don't deserve it and people who are obviously only pretending to be his friends to get something out of him.
He's not nearly as naive as people think he is, though. He just finds it better to put a smile on his face and be an agreeable and fun person to be around at all times. He'd rather that than be completely alone and left to deal with his thoughts feelings and issues, thanks but no thanks.
He's struggling with depression and trying to keep his grades up all while having a part time job to help his mom. But he's fine, it's fine, everything is fine.
And he doesn't even like most of his so called friends, making him as much of a hypocrite as they are, he supposes, but he'd rather be fake than be all alone again.
When Dorian and Patton meet, they butt heads pretty quickly, but theirs turns out to be the most naturally progressing relationship.
They go from rivals to unlikely friends to even more unbelievable romantic partners, and even they aren't sure how it happened.
One thing is certain, however. Sophomore year is turning out to be one hell of an experience.
Other Details:
Patton's mom's name is Dawn Waller and in case those initials seem familiar it's because that's my usual shtick of making the dragon witch a relative of one of the main characters. I've never done it with Patton before though, I'm excited to see where my brain takes this thread.
Virgil has been in and out of several foster homes and by the end of sophomore year he gets adopted by Thomas because he deserves good things and I love dad Thomas and son Virgil.
This also might end up resulting in step brothers Virgil and dee because I'm a sucker for panders but we'll see.
Creativitwins' parents are Larry and Dot, also Remy might be their sassy little brother but again we'll see.
This all happened because I remembered "nerd!" "prep!" and my brain asked "but what if it was reversed?" and then went overboard and now here we are!
That's all for now, let me know if you wanna see more of this au.
Fooling around with some layers and perspective using @2pointomg Nerd! Roman. I was planning to do Logan in cool colors but summer school sucks rip. Hope you like it!
Let’s just say anatomy is hard, I listened to this song waaaaaay too many times, imagined what Nerd!Roman would look like in his prom outfit so then my hand slipped. Logan might come around sooner or later ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
( Popular AU by @sologanlycopersicum )
And yes I just finished it right after you answer my ask skskks—
