#academic weapon!reader

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friday, may 9th 2025, sent at 1:03 AM; duration: 1:02.

“hey fidget.”

he drags out the nickname as his drunken voice fills the call, his giggles following as chris makes a face at his brother. the two brother talk, their conversation illegible before matt remembers he’s on call,

“i know you’re sleepin’ but i’m out with chris at some fuckin’ bar right now, but i found a bunch of bottle caps and shit, and i think they’d be perfect for the typewriter i’m building. okay bye love you.”

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tuesday, may 13th 2025, sent at 9:17 PM; duration 2:26.

“y/n, i know you’re upset with me, i understand that, but did you really have to lock me out of the apartment? when chris took me to that party, i seriously didn’t know lainey was going to be there. i wouldn’t have gone if i knew.”

a thick silence fills the call, the only audible noises that follow are a watery hitch in matt’s breathing and the passing of cars in the distance. after a heavy pregnant pause passes, he sighs, struggling to compose himself.

“i know i fucked up by not telling you as soon as i got home, but nothing happened. i said maybe three words to her and they were “leave me alone.” i love you fidge, even when you’re mad at me. i’ll stay at chris’ until you’re ready to talk things out. just please don’t give up on us, okay?”

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friday, may 16th, sent at 8:25 AM; duration 0:16.

“i know you’re still upset with me, and i get that, but i miss you fidge….”

a soft sigh fills the silence of the voicemail, before his voice, quiet as ever picks back up.

“like a lot. please call me back soon.”

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wednesday, may 21st, sent at 8:46 AM, duration 0:36.

“hi fidget, i know you’re in class but i just wanted to say that i love you and i bought a case of redbull for you, it’s in the fridge. i’ll be at chris’ helpin’ fix somethin’ when you get home, but lunch is also in the fridge. have a good day!”

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friday, may 23rd, sent at 8:46 AM, duration 0:20.

“hey so i’m really fuckin’ high right now and i need you to come get me, okay bye i love you.”

the last eight seconds of the call are filled with matt muttering and chuckling to himself as he struggles to end the call.

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thursday, june 12th, sent at 2:37 AM, duration 4:57.

“hey y/n, i don’t know if you’ll get this or if you’ll even listen to it, but i just wanted to check in. i haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks. and to be honest, it’s fucking killing me. i know what i said about you smothering me wasn’t fair. i know everything i said that night wasn’t okay. i-“

a dejected sigh falls from matt’s lips as he stares at the ground, and the way he struggles to find the words makes everything seem real. and he hates that. more than anything

“i regret it all, fidge. i don’t know why i lashed out at you. i don’t know why i told chris that i needed to leave before i did something reckless. i don’t know why i felt the way i did. i’m not used to people loving me the way you have for nearly a year. i’m not used to someone wanting to stay. to them seeing the worst parts of me and loving them without a second thought.”

quiet, but still noticeable sniffles sound from the other end of the call, and matt goes to speak again but the words die in his throat as a soft cry rips through him.

“i know i don’t deserve another chance, but jesus christ fidget, you’re the only person i wanna come home to. i love you, and i know i need to do better. please call me back when you’re ready. if you’ll ever be ready again. i miss you, i’m sorry.”

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STAR’S CORNER my take on the voicemails trend that recently went around!

Instead, you're at a white lies party hosted by Rafe's fraternity. The Greek letters shining in white neon lights behind the DJ booth, which is blasting 2000s throwbacks.

The air is electrifying with a drunken buzz from the copious amounts of free alcohol from the kitchen. You were one of them. While you didn't have much, other than the red solo cup that Rafe got for you when you first arrived, it was enough to send a thrill through your system and loosen you up.

You're dancing with a random group of girl friends you found upon arrival, swaying your hips to the music with your head tilted back and a smile gleaming from your lips.

Rafe is watching you. Despite being with his frat brothers, off on the edge of the room and talking about the most random shit, his eyes always search for you from a distance. Making sure you're okay. Making sure no guy is messing with his girl.

When his gaze connects with yours, he tips his head to his direction, gesturing for you to come over. You, in your docile state from the singular beer, listen and pardon from your drunken pack of new friendships.

Rafe's arm wraps around your waist as you approach, dipping his head to deliver a greeting kiss. When you pull back, you’re a bit breathless.

"Hi, baby." He says through the loud volume of the party, the resonance of the speaker blasting the music is pumping through your body and matching your heart rate. "How's the party?"

You shrug. He knows you're still worried about your math assignment due tomorrow. It's the same paper you spent the past fourteen hours camped out in the library trying to solve. Rafe took one look at it and couldn't offer any assistance but neither was coping up in the study room till your brain is fried helping either. So, he invited you out, hoping some alcohol and music would relax you.

It works. Sort of. You are having fun, but the lingering reminder of your assignment sits in the back of your head. Edging your brain, trying to piece together the answers when you know it's there. It's a matter of time.

"Hey, Ace." One of Rafe's frat brothers, Lucas, greets. "How you been?"

You turn to him, blinking through a bit of your haze to recognize the face. "Could be better," you answer, grabbing the red solo from Rafe's hand and taking a sip for yourself. "Do you guys have anything other than beer?"

"Slow down," Lucas chuckles. "You barely attend any of our parties and you wanna start off on something hard?"

"I already drank the beer." You retort. "I gotta get something stronger. Make me forget about all my responsibilities for the night."

Rafe shakes his head, taking the cup back out of your hand and downing the rest. "You're gonna figure it out," he affirms, low enough for only you to hear, to calm your doubts and worries about getting the problem set done. "Just give yourself a break."

You frown but don't say anything else. Rafe returns into an easy conversation with the rest of his brothers, talking about an upcoming event or some random sorority girl one of them hooked up with, and you tune out. Your eyes glaze over to the dance floor in thoughts.

Your mind falls back to your mathematics. The problem flashes through your head, in perfect memory, as you recount the instructions. You consider what you were missing. Since you've been away from the assignment for the entire evening, your mind is clear from all the symbols and equations that were melting into the page.

Now, it comes fresh.

And suddenly, it all... clicks.

"Oh my god." You mutter to yourself. The shock reverberates to the rest of your body. "Oh my fucking god."

Rafe catches the end of your sentence and glances over to you. You don't look at him, pulling away from his grasp and making a direct beeline to the exit. You don't leave—no, you have no time to go back to your dorm and write this down—instead, you go to the front door where a couple of freshman brothers are acting as in-house bouncers for the party.

You tap their shoulders, and when they turn, grab the marker off the table. You don't bother to tell them, immediately uncapping and begin scribbling the problem onto your arm.

Just a few lines in, you realize it won't be enough space. The proof is too big.

Your mind is spinning. You can't go home. You won't have time before the answer flees your drunken brain. But you can't write it down. You don't have space.

Then, an idea crosses your mind.

You rush back to the dance floor, searching for Rafe. He remains at the same spot as he was last time, and when he sees you approach him, frantic and hurried, his brows pull together in concern.

"What's wrong—"

"Come on," you grab his hand and pull him away from his brothers. You don't bother apologizing for interrupting their conversations. Since you are well-acquainted with the house, you pull him to the back where you know there won't be many people.

You were right. Saved for a few drunken make-out sessions spread across the lounge, no one was there. You pull off to a quiet corner, mimicking the couples, and release your hold on him.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?" Rafe thinks he heard you wrong. You were always more conservative when it comes to sex—at least, the location—that the command seems like an auditory hallucination in his ears. "You wanna fuck?"

Normally, you would flush at such crude remarks, but you found none of that today. Too concentrated on saving your work on physical evidence, trying to remember your answers before they fade away.

He doesn't do it. He thinks you're joking.

Since he isn't complying, you start clawing at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him yourself.

He chuckles to himself. He thinks you're drunk and horny. A nice combo he has not seen from you so far. "Really, baby? Right here? I mean, I don't mind—"

"Shut up." You shush with a mumble and Rafe pushes your hands away, finally taking off his shirt for you. The white lie scribbled in his handwriting: I said I don't hate you, is thrown on his arm.

"Happy?"

You didn't even get the chance to admire him. The tone muscles. The perfect planes of his chest. Instead, you say, "turn around."

"New position?"

"Shut. Up!"

All he does is laugh, catching the attention of a couple of college students who pull away from amorous kisses to spare a glance in your direction. While there's a faint heat tinting your cheeks, from your boyfriend's words, you don't care. You were in a feverish state.

Rafe does what you say. He turns and you uncap the marker, starting at the edge of his shoulder blades and begin writing down your proof. Your assignment requires you to prove an equation for being true, utilizing implicit differentiation, trigonometry identities and partial derivatives. You've been stuck on it for the past three days.

Now, it's coming in waves. Of course you would shift it around. Of course you would have to cut the variables in half and move them to the other side. Of course you would forgo the x for the z, and vice versa. Of course, of course, of course.

Rafe feels the tip of the marker moving against his skin quickly, in rapid succession, trying to get everything down. At the rate you're going, you could be smearing the answers across his back instead of getting to your solution.

When you finish, your hand aching from how fast you were going, his entire back is covered in mathematical symbols and equations. Your eyes check through your proof, descending down until you get to his waist, and clears it's correct. "Done."

Rafe turns back around, raising a brow.

"What did you just write?"

You beam in pride. "I just finished my homework."

"On my back?"

You laugh, your lips pulled together in a genuine smile. Something he's glad you're showing off, after seeing how stressed you were with figuring out the puzzle. He’s proud of you. "I told you you'll get it. My brothers call you Ace for a reason."

You roll your eyes at the nickname. Since Rafe goes off and always brags about how smart you are—how you are the first one in your class to raise your hand, how you graduated valedictorian from your high school, and how you've been on the Dean's List for the past two consecutive years—his fraternity brothers has declared you a clear winner. An Ace, if you will.

Rafe glances down at you, at your white lie written across your short top, and licks his bottom lip.

"What?" You ask.

"I find it unfair you get to write shit on me but I can't do the same."

"What do you want to do? Sign my tits?"

He gives you a look that says that isn't a bad idea and you roll your eyes at your boyfriend. Of course.

You uncap the marker, handing it to him. He takes it, leaning forward and tugging down your white top to reveal your bra and begins scribbling his signature across your breasts. You giggle at the sensation.

When he finishes, you glance down to see he did sign it. Alongside with another message.

Not Rafe Cameron's Property.

"God, you're a caveman," you declare with a laugh, knowing this follows along with the white lie protocol.

"And you're mine."

He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He doesn't even bother to throw his shirt back on; displaying the intelligence of your scribbles on his back in full glory.

"Now, let's rejoin the party and celebrate."

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SATURN: I MISS YOU, COME HERE AU

ex boyfriend!chris sturniolo & “ sweetheart “ aka ex girlfriend!reader

⤷ they had quite literally ran into one another on her first day of university. he was all flashy smiles and soft charm, she was timid glances and words dying in her throat, and yet she stole his heart. despite her being apprehensive due to him being your typical frat-boy the two fell in love, and they were solid. until they weren’t. but her last year of school places them both in a complicated situation, and their feelings only make it worse.

VENUS: I DONT FUCK WITH YOU AU

ex situationship!matt sturniolo & “ darlin “ aka ex situationship!reader

⤷ the arguments between them are loud. the air between them is charged, tense, and thick. the sex? ten times worse. they can’t stand each other but their sexual chemistry is undeniable. they’ve definitely tag-teamed a bitch before. she’s slept with the girls he’s pursued before he could a few times before and will definitely do it again. he hates her voice but loves her mouth. she hates his face but loves the way it looks between her thighs. they claim they’d never date each other, but are standing ten toes down and ready to fight the second someone else wants one of them. they’re not good for one another, but they never claimed to be.

MARS: CALL OUT MY NAME AU [ COMING SOON ! ]

“ gadget “ aka loser!matt & “ fidget “ aka academic!weapon reader

MERCURY: FWU: SIDE BY SIDE WITCHO BEST FRIEND AU

best friend!matt x “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader

best friend!chris x “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader

⤷ she wants her best friend in ways that friends shouldn’t want each other. he wants her just as bad but between bad decisions and barely restrained desire, they don’t realize what they’re doing is self sabotage. this is not a love triangle, each pairing is its own story and they do not interfere with one another.

CONSTELLATIONS [ au’s with no designated introductions or plots ]

⤷ LEO: wedding date!chris & former best friend!reader

⤷ CASSIOPEIA: single dad!chris & “ silver “ aka childhood best friend!reader

⤷ BIG DIPPER: dealer!chris & crybaby!reader

⤷ LITTLE DIPPER: dealer!matt & naive!reader

⤷ ORION’S BELT: best friend!chris & best friend!reader

⤷ ARIES: best friend!matt & “ babydoll “ aka best friend!reader

⤷ PHOENIX: psycho!chris & psycho!reader

⤷ VIRGO: psycho!matt

⤷ PEGASUS: drummer!chris

⤷ GEMINI: local bassist!matt & “ sonny “ aka bartender!reader

⤷ ANDROMEDA: producer!chris & best friend [ with benefits]!reader

⤷ HYDRA: fwb!matt & fwb!reader

au pairing: “ gadget “ aka loser!matt & “ fidget “ aka academic weapon!reader

every journal entry has a stamp in the right corner. as a little kid she watched her grandpa collect novelty stamps, rare stamps, and stamps he found interesting.

journal entry 4 [ paired with the mount fuji stamp in the top left corner of the second pic ]

“ i don’t even know where to begin. it is as if every little thing reminds me of gadget, i mean matt. as much as i miss him, i cannot let go of the fact that he kept so much from me, including how he felt smothered and pressured by me. i wish he would’ve come to me instead of causing a fight then proceeding to walk out, get drunk, and spend time with his ex-girlfriend. it hurts & i feel lost. “

journal 0.02/0.05: GADGET’S JOURNAL

au pairing: “ gadget “ aka loser!matt & “ fidget “ aka academic weapon!reader

journal entry 2

after spending so much time with fidget, it feels weird to not have her in my space. it’s weird that she’s not taking up any of the spaces in my apartment, whether it’s her stamp collection or her little stupid fuckin’ green figurines watching me from every tiny corner. i miss her. and i know i fucked up, i just don’t know how the hell i’m supposed to fix this and give her the space she needs. i hope that she knows i regret everything i said that night, i didn’t mean any of it. and i hope she knows that i regret hanging out with my ex, most of all. i never wanna see that look of hurt on fidget’s face again. i don’t know what i’m supposed to do with these stickers that she gave me because she said they reminded her of me, they hurt to look at.

journal 0.03/0.05: DARLIN’S JOURNAL

au pairing: ex situationship!matt & “ darlin “ aka ex situationship!reader

journal entry 6

jesus fucking christ, i fucked up LOL. after the whole shitshow at the bar last night…i ended up at matt’s…AGAIN. i don’t know why i keep doing this to myself, i promised lindsey, i’d stop once i finally got over him and then she went and slept with him. i thought that if i kept up this whole “unbothered and confident party girl who doesn’t catch feelings” person, id finally start to believe that i don’t feel the way i do about matt, but he makes it so hard when he pulls the shit he does. the constant “i don’t care who you sleep with” one second and then the “why did you block me? why are you ending this shit? i miss you” the next is fucking with my head. it makes this whole fake it til you make it shit hard to keep up with. and how the fuck am i supposed to face jayden after he stepped in between matt and i during our fight last night?

journal 0.04/0.05: SILVER’S JOURNAL

au pairing: single dad!chris & “ silver “ aka former best friend!reader.

journal entry ???

i thought i saw chris today, or at least someone that looked like him, maybe nick or matt, outside the diner we used to go to. but then i remembered he doesn’t visit boston much anymore, and it kind of hurt to think about. i keep wondering why he was so willing to just….leave? i thought that maybe, just maybe, i meant more or that he’d put up a fight, but i guess life in LA is too good to pass up. i check on matt and nick sometimes, im glad to see that they come back to boston frequently, maybe they haven’t changed too much. i keep wanting to reach out, to see how they’re doing without making it seem like i’m wondering about chris. but then i remember that if they still wanted to keep in touch, that they’d reach out. also i hooked up with my ex the other night because i missed chris so fucking much, now she won’t leave me alone. and i’m pretty sure she stole my vape…that thing cost sixty something fucking dollars. fuck.

journal 0.05/0.05: CHRIS’ JOURNAL

au pairing: single dad!chris & “ silver “ aka former best friend!reader

journal entry 1

i don’t know why the fuck my mom recommended this shit but whatever. maybe he’ll help. i saw silver outside of george’s kitchen last night, and fuck, it hurt. i don’t know if she recognized me, maybe she did and doesn’t care much anymore, or maybe she didn’t and went on about her day. i think about texting her every day and i have since the day we ended whatever was happening between us. i hate that we’re not even in the same orbit anymore. it fucking sucks, she was my best friend, my everything yknow? i don’t know how she’d react to olivia though. oh my god olivia’s starting to babble more and its the cutest thing in the world. i hope that i can be a good enough father to her, she’s been through so much already, i don’t want to cause her anymore grief. god i wish silver was in my life, she’d help me figure out what to do.

٠࣪⭑ “ gadget ” aka loser!matt & “ fidget “ aka academic weapon!reader

⤷ it’s currently almost three in the morning for them, and neither of them are doing well. matt is stumbling home from the bar, drunker than he should be and high off something his friend gave him, and he’s trying so hard not to call fidget, but he misses her and all he wants is her. fidget is currently writing a thesis for one of her classes, ignoring her group chat going off about a party that one of them is going to over the weekend, however a voicemail notification distracts her as she realizes it’s from matt.

٠࣪⭑ wedding date!chris & former best friend!reader

⤷ it’s nearing midnight for them, they just stumbled in the doors from the wedding social, and they’re drunk off each other’s kisses and a few too many tequila shots. they still haven’t sorted their relationship out, but reader is purposely avoiding having that conversation because she’s scared chris is gonna run the second things become serious, again.

٠࣪⭑ single dad!chris & “ silver “ aka childhood best friend!reader

⤷ it’s about six in the evening for them, and olivia gray will not take her bottle. chris is exhausted, he smells faintly of baby barf and formula, and he has no idea what the fuck is stuck in his hair, but every time baby gray curls her fingers in his shirt and nestles closer to him, he realizes he wouldn’t change anything. but sometimes, he catches himself thinking about tink, wondering how she’d fit into this little life he’s made for himself. but silver, on the other hand, has no idea chris is home or that he has a kid. she just got home from her friend’s cabin after celebrating her friend’s engagement over the weekend, she’s desperately hungover and trying to figure where her vape is and why the hell she’s got a hickey on her neck.

٠࣪⭑ best friend!matt & “ babydoll “ aka best friend!reader

⤷ it’s about nine in the evening for them, they just got back to los angeles after spending a few weeks back in boston. things have been pretty steady for them, they’ve just recently moved into their own place and things are starting to become serious, especially with the slightly strange cravings for food babydoll hates that come really late at night, the sporadic morning sickness, and unopened box of tampons underneath the bathroom sink.

٠࣪⭑ ex boyfriend!chris & “ sweetheart “ aka ex girlfriend!reader