Chemically Imbalanced: Chapter 04: Taking a Chance

nyxwordsmith:

 I couldn’t help myself, I needed something soft and fluffy to write so here we are, a few days later and already updating. I might even have a new chapter for you guys tomorrow!
 Shout out to @justanotherpurplebutterfly for giving me the groundwork for this chapter, you are the real MVP
 (Virgil really didn’t wanna cooperate the little brat XD It’s his fault this took so long, so blame the salty bab)

Warnings: Smoking, Minor Swearing, Minor Anxiety/Pre-Panic Attack
Genre: fLUFF. THIS IS PURE FLUFF. ALMOST NO ANGST HERE
Word Count: 3,056 (longest chapter so far!)
Please let me know if I missed any trigger warnings or you’d like to be added to the tag list ❤

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Virgil could still feel his heartbeat thundering away in his chest, his mind
frantically racing, feeling like the world was spinning around him, despite his
seemingly calm exterior.

He couldn’t help but keep replaying the
exchange between himself and Roman. He had meant it as a harmless prank,
really, but at least…at least Golden Boy had seemed to have accepted his apology.

Lying on his back now, staring up at his ceiling,
he couldn’t help the consistent fluttering that threatened to consume him. No
matter what he’d done to distract himself, it didn’t work.

He’d done it. He gave Golden Boy his number.

And forgot to get his.

He groaned softly, throwing his arm over his
eyes. He was a moron! Why would he do that?! Who was to say that the person who
texted him would really be Golden Boy…Roman?

Roman…

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“Uh,
sure.” Virgil had muttered, shifting uncomfortably.

And
man, the way his face brightened into a beaming smile, excitement dancing in
his eyes…that was so much better than the look of terror moments before.

Virgil had felt his heart skip a beat, heat
flushing up his neck, cheeks no doubt turning pink as Roman excitedly pulled
his phone from his pocket. In his excitement, he nearly dropped it, laughing
nervously when Virgil caught it.

He’d
been aware that he was shaking as he entered his phone number, mouth dry and
heart thundering in his chest. Something in the back of his head was screaming
at him. Use a fake. Get a number wrong. Don’t give him your number, are you
crazy?! Do you want to die?!

But
for once, Virgil ignored it.

Roman
had barely suppressed a squeal when he took his phone back, hurriedly saving
the number into his phone, and bounced a little on his toes. He looked like an
over-excited, overgrown child, and that was equal parts amusing and…

Unbearably
cute.

Joan
was smirking at them, arms crossed to the side, their eyes shining with something
Virgil wasn’t entirely able to decipher.

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