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troubatrain · 4 years

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i’d lie - m. tkachuk

a/n: this was the very first like super long fic i’d written for my own blog and tbh i still love it so i hope you guys do too :)

September 2019

The first time you met Matthew Tkachuk, you were running back to your apartment, mountain of textbooks in your hand. You’d run into a firm chest while trying to text your roommates back about dinner plans, your books knocking all over the floor. You apologized profusely, feeling awful for running into someone because you couldn’t get your head out of your phone. The stranger, who later introduced himself as Matthew, assured you it was fine and helped you pick up your books. You introduced yourself to him, thanking him for the help and making a light joke about how you weren’t paying attention. The two of you went your separate ways, but your mind wandered about the blue eyed stranger you’d run into that day.

The second time was definitely just a coincidence, and you were sure of that. You were grabbing a quick coffee before class, something you were in dire need of after your roommates came home well past midnight from a night out while you decided to stay in and study. You were waiting for your drink when you heard your name called from behind you. You turn around and meet Matthew’s eyes, laughing about how’d you run into each other just a couple of days later. The two of you made small talk, you explaining that you were just headed to class and him explaining he was grabbing an after practice coffee. When you asked him what sport he played, he looked at you in shock and laughed, explaining that he played for the Flames, you reluctantly admitted that you didn’t follow hockey much anymore, being just too busy. Your conversation ended quickly when you realized you had to run to class, telling Matthew you’d see him around even though you were sure you probably never would.

The third time was starting to feel like the universe was telling you something. You’d gone out with your roommates, celebrating a successful end to the fall semester. You were going to grab another drink when you felt someone grab your arm, when you turned around, ready to tell this guy to lay off, you’re met with a familiar pair of blue eyes. Matthew cracked a joke about how you’d seen him more times in the past week or so than his family and offered to buy you a drink. You took it, standing at the bar and talking to him for the rest of the night. You talked about school, your major, and your roommates. He told you about playing for the Flames, and how much he loved being in Calgary. When his teammates walked over to the two of you, chirping Matthew about talking to you, and when you roasted his teammate right back, Matthew told you that he was positive he was going to have a new best friend.

Matthew wasn’t kidding, finally getting your number at the bar that night and never leaving you since. It was slow, he started by inviting you out with his teammates after games, the boys becoming a permanent part of your life. Then you went to your first Flames game, in which Matthew scored twice and made you promise to never miss a home game after. After that, you were complaining about how loud your roommates could be when you really needed to get some work done, so Matthew gave you a key to his place so you could go there even if he was away. Matthew would send take out to your apartment if you’d had a particularly bad day or you would go over to his and cook for the both of you. He’d been there to help you study for finals, even though he didn’t have a clue about what you were talking about. You’d been there when the Flames got knocked out of the first round of the playoffs, holding Matthew while he ranted and raved about the game and how badly he wished they’d won. You went out to dinner with his parents when they came to town, you’d even made a trip to St. Louis over the summer. From an outsider’s perspective, and from the perspective of every person in your life, it seemed like you two were dating, but you felt like that ship had sailed and if it was going to happen it would’ve already.

You shake the memories of your friendship with Matthew out of your head as you turn the key to his apartment, sneaking in with the obnoxious decorations you’d bought. Yesterday, Matthew called you to let you know his contract was almost done and that he’d be back to Calgary for training camp the next day. You were excited, the contract debacle taking up more stress in your life than you’d liked. You’d sent the stuff down on his kitchen island, tying the red balloons you’d bought to one of the chairs and setting out the cake you’d bought that just says, “Congrats on getting PAID.” You hear the door creak open, and Matthew set his bag down by the door.

“Oh this is something,” Matthew chuckles, laughing at the small celebration you’d put together.

“Thought I’d welcome you back,” You laugh as he runs over to pull you into a hug.

“I really don’t deserve you,” He says, “Is that cake?”

“It is,” You smile, walking into the kitchen and pulling the groceries you’d bought to cook the both of you some dinner, “and dinner.”

“I really really don’t deserve you,” Matthew repeats, always appreciative of things you did to take care of him. Not that you minded it at all, the access to the quiet of Matthew’s apartment was enough to justify a few dinners, let alone when the two of you went out and Matthew insisted on paying the bill. While you never felt like you owed him anything, it definitely made you feel less guilty when you were doing something for him - even if it is just stopping him from eating out every night.

“You don’t, I know,” You joke, hip bumping him out of your way so you could grab a cutting board from his cabinet.

Matthew was over to the seats on the island, sitting in the one you’d decorated, “You’re going to be at our first home game right?”

“Of course, I planned my entire day around it,” You admit, knowing you’d made a silly promise to Matthew that you’d never miss a home game, “Why? Worried you’re going to bomb without me there?”

“I mean, yeah. I just-” Matthew starts, sighing, “After waiting for this deal and stuff I don’t want anyone to think it was a mistake.”

You didn’t realize your joke had actually struck a nerve. When you first became friends you didn’t think Matthew doubted his play or himself ever. He had a blind confidence, and he never let a mistake take over his whole game. It was something you actually admired, wondering if you could ever be that confident in yourself. But, when the Flames lost in the first round of the playoffs, and you’d gone to his place after the game, Matthew turned into a sad shell of a man in front of your eyes. That night you realized how much actually got to him, and while he listed off the mistakes he made in the series you’re heart broke with every word he said. The Canadian media wasn’t always easy, and it really bothered Matthew more than you think he even knew.

You turn around from the stove, “There’s not one person who doesn’t think you deserve your contract, and if they don’t I’ll personally tell them to fuck off.”

Matthew laughs, and your heart skips a beat, “I think I can do without you trying to fight anyone.” “Why? I’m absolutely terrifying,” You joke, your small frame wasn’t scary at all, but you weren’t about to let that stop you.

“You know what? You’re right,” Matthew says sarcastically.

“In all seriousness,” You start walking around the island to wrap your arms around Matthew’s shoulders, “I’ll always be proud of you.” Matthew tucks his head into your arms muttering a low thank you. The two of you spent the night together, catching up on your summers over the dinner you made. He told you about the trips he’d gone on, and his summer antics. You’d gone on about the vacation’s you’d gone on, and the time you spent with your family.

October 2019

You walked arm and arm with Brittney, Sean’s girlfriend, into the Saddledome for the Flames home opener. It was Saturday night, and you knew with the Kings coming to town on Tuesday the boys would definitely be celebrating their first win of the season if they came out on top tonight. You were excited, hoping they’d be able turn it around before it became a losing streak. You head up to your usual seats, walking into the family boxes with Brittany, all of the team’s significant others and families out for the first home game of the season. After finally grabbing a drink and sitting down you look down at the nice, spotting Matthew’s mop of hair buzzing around the ice.

“So anything change over the summer?” Brittany asks when she sees you looking at Matthew on the ice, a curious look on her face.

“Still best friends,” You say, shaking your head at her comment. You’d heard it a million times, about how Matthew needed to have you at his games, sitting with the rest of the team’s families or how you were always at his place or vice-versa but you assured everyone who asked that you were just friends - because you were.

“Okay but you can be best friends and date, you guys know that right?” Brittany says, trying to make you see it from her point of view.

“Britt, I really mean it, we’re just friends,” You shrug, not really in the mood to continue defending yourself. You ignore the knowing look she gives you, already knowing that her usual comeback would be asking you why you’re getting so defensive.

By the time the third period rolled around, the Flames were up 3-0 and you were sure this was going to end as a win. When the period was finally over, you headed down to the locker with Brittany to wait for Matthew to head out.

He barreled out of the locker room, scanning the room to find you, running over and hugging you tightly, “We wonnn.”

You knew he was running on an adrenaline rush that he only ever got out of winning, “You did, are we going out tonight?”

“We are Y/N, Chucky can stay home,” You hear Sam Bennett’s voice behind you.

“Sam, what makes you assume I want to spend time with you?” You quip back before Matthew even has a chance to defend himself.

“You guys are really meant to be, you’re both cold as hell,” Sam says, shaking his head at the two of you.

You ignore Sam’s comment, turning to Matthew, “Ready to go?”

Matthew nods, leading the way to his car in the parking garage at the arena. You both slide in, you immediately grab his phone to change the music.

“You know it’s my car,” He says, already knowing you controlled the music in every car ride you took, despite who was driving.

“You know I don’t care,” You say back immediately, “Do you want to drop off your car?”

“No, you drink, I’ll just have a beer,” Matthew says, never wanting to let himself get too drunk if you were going to, afraid something might happen to you.

“But you guys won-” You start to protest only to be immediately cut off.

“But you had class all week, and don’t think I didn’t hear you stress crying after I went to bed the other night,” Matthew says, immediately shutting you up. You had a long week, and the idea of getting to go out with the safety net of Matthew taking care of you didn’t sound terrible.

“Fine, you win,” You say as you pull up to the bar you were meeting the rest of the team at. You walked in, immediately spotting Brittany and Sean from afar, walking over them wrapping Brittany in a hug.

“I’m really happy you guys are all back in town,” You say, still a little tipsy from the drinking you’d done at the game.

“Happy to see all of us, or just Chucky,” Sean says, giving you a look.

“Enough with that,” You snap, already having heard it from his girlfriend.

“Enough with what?” Matthew says, stepping behind you placing a drink in your hand.

“Nothing, Sean’s being a moron,” You say, leaning into his chest when he places a protective arm across your chest.

The rest of the night was an eventful one to say the least. You’d danced with the girls, Sam made you take more shots than a person should, and it was safe to say you were drunk to say the least. You finally walk back over to the table that Matthew was sitting at, talking to Noah.

“Matty, can you grab me another drink?” You ask, trying to convince him so you didn’t have to. You knew it wouldn’t take much and he nods and takes your empty glass without a second thought.

Once Matthew was out of earshot, Noah turns to you, “You’ve really got him wrapped your finger.”

“Noah -” You start to defend yourself again.

“Don’t Noah me,” Noah immediately cuts you off, “Admit it, you have to see what everyone else sees.”

“You know what? I do and yes, it confuses the shit out of me but Noah, I like Matthew, a lot, but I don’t think he feels the same way about me,” Your drunken confession slips, your hand immediately covering your mouth that you actually admitted it.

Noah looks at you, eyes wide in surprise, “Oh my god, I was right?”

You start to give him a lecture about prying into your business before he cuts you off, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

You smile, “Thanks Noah.”

Matthew comes back and hands you a water despite you asking him for another drink, you roll your eyes, knowing he’s just decided to cut you off before you got messy.

“Ready to go?” You ask, sipping the water.

“Whenever you are, are you going home or staying by me?” Matthew asks and you notice Noah shaking his head at the two of you.

“Home, I need to spend my Sunday studying,” You say, leaning back into Matthew from the barstool you were sitting on.

Matthew nods, grabbing your hand and walking you back out to his car, opening the door for you to slide in. The drive back to your place was short, and you wished it was longer, admiring how the streetlights made Matthew look incredibly handsome. You knew the small crush that you’d been haboring since you met him only made it’s special guest appearance after you’d been drinking, and you were going to let it take over even just for the night. When Matthew stops in front of your building, he tosses his car into park so he can walk you to your door, even though you always insist nothing awful will probably happen to you between then and the minute elevator ride up to your floor.

When you step in front of your door you wrap your arms around Matthew’s waist, tucking your head into his chest, “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

You feel him place a small kiss on your head, something he did often, “Anytime, get some sleep okay?”

You nod, “Text me when you’re home Matthew,” You say, using his full name to make yourself sound more serious. He laughs and heads back to the elevator while you walk into your apartment, walking into your bedroom and slipping one of Matthew’s old London Knights shirts on, passing out immediately.

November 2019

With November came an enormous amount of stress, the Flames weren’t playing up to their usual standards, losing five games on the road. Matthew was grouchy to say the least, you were always trying to cheer him up but there was only so much you could do while he was gone. You weren’t in the best mood either, the stress from school starting to build up. You’d spent more nights crying from stress in the comfort of Matthew’s empty apartment more than you’d admit to anyone, never quite feeling like you could catch up with all of your work. Which is why you were sitting on Matthew’s couch, head in your hands while you tried to finish the paper you had due at midnight when you hear him finally come home from his road trip, dropping his bag at the door with a bang, causing you to jump.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were here,” Matthew says, in a harsher tone he usually used. You could tell the losing streak was starting to get to him, his shoulders were tight, and the bags under his eyes were prominent.

“Do you not want me to be?” You say, while Matthew never complained when you were at his place, you did understand if he wanted to be alone.

“No you’re fine,” He says, “Are you going to come to my game tomorrow?” Your heart sunk, you wanted to, but you couldn’t justify spending a night at the Saddledome watching him play when you had so much work to finish before the chaos of finals started. You look at his sad eyes, afraid you might upset him if you said no.

“Matty, I have so much work I have to do, I don’t think I can,” You say, closing your eyes as if that would lessen the blow, you open one, seeing Matthew’s face crushed in front of you.

“It’s fine,” He says, the words not sounding like anything was okay at all, “We’ll just lose - again.”

“Don’t put that on me,” You defend, not wanting to feel guiltier than you are, “You miss shit in my life all the time because you’re gone.”

You regretted the words as soon as you said it. It didn’t matter if Matthew was there or not, anything important in your life, he made sure you knew he was proud of you. If it wasn’t a flood of texts, it was a bouquet of flowers to your door. He made sure you never felt like he forgot about you while he was gone, and you knew you were just acting out.

You hear Matthew sigh, a sign he was trying to keep his temper in check, “Maybe you should just go.” “I will,” You say, gathering your things and heading towards the door, turning back to him one more time, “For the record, you’ll be fine whether or not I’m there or not.”

You didn’t sleep that night - at all. Your mind replayed that stupid little argument you had gotten into with Matthew. You’d never actually fought with him, sure you bickered, but as soon as you’d call him out on his shit, he would let it go and that would be it. He looked so hurt by your words, and you knew you owed him an apology. You tried calling, texting, you even sent him an email, but he was ignoring you and you knew it.

You lay on your bed, typing a paper for one of your classes while watching the Flames game, the Flames down against the Avs 3-2. You watched as Matthew got sent to the box, for the third time that evening, finally breaking his stick when he sat down. You knew he was frustrated, and you couldn’t help but feel like you might have had something to do with it. You turn the game off with five minutes left, not wanting to see Matthew’s face after they lost their sixth game in a row. You finally finish your paper, setting your laptop down and getting ready for bed. You slip into bed, ready to finally try and get some sleep when you hear Matthew’s voice from your living room, your roommate telling him that you were in bed.

He opens your bedroom door, poking his head through, “Can I come in?”

You nod, watching as he steps into your room, still in his gameday suit. He lays down, immediately putting his head into your lap, while your hands move to play with his curls.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, not wanting to break the silence in your room.

“You don’t need to be,” He says, “You were right - you always are.”

“Not always,” You smile, watching as his eyes close under your touch, “Do you want to stay here? We can watch a movie - whatever you want.” Matthew smiles and you knew you’d said the right thing, knowing that after a bad game it’s better to distract him until he finally opens up, “Can I have sweats?”

“Open my top drawer,” You say, “It’s mostly your clothes anyways.”

Matthew laughs, opening the dresser and realizing how many pairs of sweatpants and hoodies you’d actually stolen from him. It wasn’t your fault he has the comfiest hoodies known to man, and that he always offered them to you when it got cold. He steps into your bathroom to change, coming back out and climbing into your bed, pulling you closer to him so you could snuggle into his chest, grabbing your remote and throwing on a movie on Netlifx.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but somewhere halfway through the movie you finally knocked out for the first time in two days, wrapped up in Matthew’s arms. The two of you blocking out the noise from the outside world.

December 2019

With December comes the craziness of finals, but you weren’t about to let it stop you from celebrating Matthew’s birthday in the most ridiculous way you could think of. You’d set up a full on surprise party, using Noah as your partner in crime. The Flames were lucky enough to have a Sunday off, allowing you to have Noah keep Matthew out of his apartment all day so you could decorate. You went all out with decorations and invited everyone you knew was important to him - even having some of his friends from St. Louis fly up for the occasion.

“I can’t believe you’re doing all of this for someone you’re not even dating,” You hear Brittany say, handing you the other half of the Happy Birthday banner you’d bought.

“He literally flew me out to St. Louis over the summer for my birthday,” You say, “I think the least I could do is throw a party.”

Brittany shakes her head at you, distracted by Sean carrying in drinks before she could make a comment about how you spent your birthday with Matthew and his family. You greeted all of the guests as they arrived, waiting for Noah’s text that him and Matthew were on their way. Once you got the text, you had everyone hide out, shutting off all of the lights. You hear them come up the hallway, opening the door to Matthew’s place. You all jump out and yell surprise, promptly scaring the birthday boy. He smiles at you, knowing you were the only person who wanted to make a big deal out his birthday in the first place.

“Thank you,” He says, stepping over to you after he greets everyone at the party.

“How did you know it was me?” You joke, “It could’ve been Sam.”

“Because when I told you I didn’t want to do anything for my birthday, you proceeded to tell me that’s fine,” Matthew says, “and I know you were lying.”

You laugh, he was always able to tell whether or not you were lying from your body language alone. It made it easier to just tell him how you were feeling, even if you didn’t want to.

The party was dwindling down by the time you saw Matthew again, his body swaying indicating that he was definitely drunk. You laugh, getting the last groups of guests to head out so you could clean up and get Matthew to bed.

Once you shut the door, pushing Sam and Noah out while they made jokes about you and Matthew walking down the hallway, you turn around to see Matthew grabbing himself a water.

“Alright birthday boy, let’s get you to bed,” you say, trying to move his much larger frame into his bedroom. You’d only ever had to do it once before, a night out after the Flames clinched their playoff spot last season that ended in Matthew puking outside of the bar, and you were sore from trying to haul him to bed.

“Will you stay?” He says when you finally get him to sit on his bed.

“I mean, I planned on it,” you say, gesturing to your bag that was in it’s usual spot in his guest room.

“No in here,” He argues back, crossing his arms like a child. You knew you shouldn’t give in, and you knew climbing into bed with him was only going to make that small crush worse, the crush already growing from the last time you’d slept in the same bed as him.

You sigh, walking over to his dresser to grab him some clothes, tossing them over to him, “I’m just going to go change.”

You walk across the hall to his guest room, slipping out of the jeans you’d been wearing and throwing on a pair of shorts and one of Matthew’s t-shirts. You tossed your hair in a bun, opening the door to Matthew’s room, seeing him in bed waiting for you. You smile, sliding into bed and cuddling yourself into Matthew’s chest as soon as you laid down.

“Thank you for the party,” Matthew whispers, hands twirling the ends of your hair.

“I told you, it wasn’t me,” You joke, finally letting sleep take over you.

January 2020

When Matthew got voted into the All Star Game, you made sure to tell him an obnoxious amount of time. You also insisted on blaring “All Star” by Smash Mouth in his apartment for an entire week before he told you he was going to take his spare key back if you didn’t stop. What you didn’t expect, was for him to insist you at least came for the actual weekend of the game. But once you found out that Brady was also playing in the game, you decided you should probably make the trip down.

You arrived Friday morning, Matthew making some time in the craziness of the weekend to pick you up from the airport, having you stay with him at his parent’s house. You arrive in the mass chaos of the Tkachuk household, his mom scrambling to get everything ready for the party they planned on having after the game on Saturday. You set your bag down, immediately running into the kitchen to see Brady and Taryn.

“Matt, you can leave now,” Brady says, wrapping you in a tight hug, “We’d much rather have Y/N here.” You laugh, missing the dynamic of seeing Matthew around his family. He was always more relaxed when he was with his family, even though he’d never admit that he actually did miss them during the season.

“Brady she’s my best friend,” Matthew says, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest.

“To be fair, I like Taryn more than both of you,” You mutter between the bickering boys.

You spend your Friday running around with Matthew’s mom, helping her with the party as much as you could. You enjoyed your time with her, knowing that it made Matthew happy to see how much his parents like having you around. Friday and Saturday seem like a blur, the craziness of the All Star Game taking over. You spent most of the time with Taryn and the rest of Matthew’s family that came to town, many of whom you’d met the last time the Sens came into town. You finally arrive back at the Tkachuk’s Matthew riding the high from winning the actual game.

Once the party was in full swing you were dragged around the house by Matthew, introducing you to players he’s played with in the past. You had a long conversation with Mitch Marner, who you found out Matthew actually played with when he played for the London Knights. You spent the night of some of the best athletes in the world and you couldn’t help but wonder why Matthew kept you around when he kept company like his friends who played around the league.

You step in Matthew’s bedroom, trying to take a moment for yourself. You look in the mirror, and sigh, just not sure of why you were there in the first place. It didn’t happen much anymore, but every once in a while the thoughts of not being good enough found themselves creeping in your mind. You couldn’t help it, as your hands started to shake, you heard the door open and Matthew step into his room.

“You alright?” He asks, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Why are you friends with me?” You ask harshly.

“What’s this about Y/N?” He asks, confused at your tone.

“I mean, you just, all of the people in your life are these accomplished athletes and are insanely good at what they do, and for some reason you choose to spend all of your time with someone who cries every time they get too stressed out,” You rant out, worried about how Matthew would react to what you were saying. You’d never let him in on this part of you, the part that’s doubtful and scared that one mistake could ruin everything you’ve ever worked for.

You feel Matthew grab your hand, pulling you down to sit on the bed. He kneels in front of you, wiping away the stray tear that had fallen, “I don’t want to spend my time with anyone besides you, please don’t ever think differently. You’re funny and smart and you care about every person in your life even if they don’t deserve it. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want you to feel like this ever.” You smile, trying to hide the butterflies you feel in your stomach when Matthew’s thumb grazes your cheeks to try and calm you down.

“Do you want to stay in here and hangout for the rest of the night, just the two of us?” Matthew whispers, not wanting to break the comfortable silence between you two.

You nod, climbing into his bed and waiting for him to join you, putting on a movie and pulling you into his arms. You knew there was a giant party going on outside of those four walls of Matthew’s childhood bedroom, but nothing could be better than laying in his arms just the two of you.

February 2020

After the All Star Game, you threw yourself into your schoolwork knowing Matthew was headed on a two week road trip. You’d spent the two weeks catching up on an enormous amount of work, so you wouldn’t have to worry about it once Matthew finally got back to Calgary. You were grabbing a coffee before your class, when your phone rang in your pocket - Matthew’s caller ID appearing on the screen.

“Helllllo,” You answer, excited to hear his voice - even if it was just over the phone.

“Hey, do you have plans for Valentine’s Day?” He asks.

“I do not,” you say, knowing for a fact Matthew knew you didn’t.

“We have this Flames gala thing and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” He asks, and you can hear Johnny and Sam chirping him in the background.

“Matthew, that’s in like two days!” You say, scolding him for not asking you sooner so you could find a dress.

“I know, I just kind of forgot about asking you, I told the team I was taking you though,” He defends, knowing he said he was bringing a date before he even bothered to ask you.

“Yes I will go, but please remember to give me some WARNING next time,” You sigh into the phone, “Now if you’ll let me go, I need to go find a dress.”

“I keep an extra card in my nightstand, use it,” Matthew says, “And before you say no, consider it a gift for not killing me for telling you last minute.”

Initially you laugh, knowing Matthew kept an extra debit card in his apartment because he lost his more frequently than a normal person should, but once his words settled in you began the usual protest you gave him when it came to money, “Matthew…” you start, ready to explain to him that you don’t need him spending ridiculous amounts of money on you.

“Y/N, just take it,” He says, “I’m really too tired for this one.”

You sigh, “Fine, but this is the last time.” “Whatever you say, I’ll tell Brittany to make sure you use it,” He says, and you knew he wasn’t kidding, “Bye.”

You mutter a goodbye back, texting Brittany that you were in dire need of an emergency shopping experience before the Gala on Friday. She laughed when you called, already having received a text from Matthew to make sure that she made you use his card.

The night of the gala you head to Matthew’s, carrying your dress and all of the things you knew you would need to get ready, tossing them in his guest room when you arrive. You head into the bathroom, promptly starting with your makeup when you heard him get in from the rink, yelling about how he was going to shower and heading into his room. You finally set your hair into loose curls and start to step into your dress. The off the shoulder black dress stopped right above your knees and fit you like a glove. Brittany didn’t even tell you how much is cost, grabbing it and paying for it on Matthew’s card before you could even look. But, the way it made you feel outweighed the guilt you felt. You slip on the nude heels you chose to wear, and call Matthew in to help clasp your necklace.

“Wow,” He says, stepping behind you, fastening the necklace to your neck, “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks Matty,” You say, turning out to take in the suit he was wearing. When you told him you decided to get something black, he was excited having had a dark maroon suit in his closet he wanted to wear, “You look alright I guess.” “I look alright?” He asks, lightly tickling at your sides, “You’re such a brat.”

You laugh, “You look super handsome, happy?”

He nods, grabbing your hand and leading you out to his car. The Gala was in full swing when you arrived, the room filled with his teammates, fans, and other important people in the city.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” You hear Noah’s voice behind you while Matthew was over having a conversation with one of the team’s trainers who was at the event.

“What Noah?” You ask, ready for the comment about Matthew taking you as his date.

“You look like that and Chucky still won’t lock you down? He’s really dumber than I thought,” Noah says, gesturing to you.

“Don’t you have a date you should be complimenting?” You say back, knowing Noah had brought some girl to the event, even though they were never around long.

“Not one that looks as good as you,” Noah says, “So, still got that little crush.”

“Yes and I’m done talking about it,” You say, watching Noah’s hands go up in defeat as Matthew steps behind you.

“Do you want to dance?” Matthew asks, ignoring the face Noah was giving him for being so gentle with you.

You nod, grabbing his hand and following him out to the dancefloor. You place your arms around his neck while his move to your hips, swaying to the music. You look behind you, seeing Noah smirking at the two of you while dancing with his own date. You throw up your middle finger, not letting Matthew notice. The two of you spend the night with each other, dancing and having Matthew introduce you to a lot of people who were working in the front office with the team that you’d never met before. You couldn’t help but feel like something was changing between the two of you, especially when he kept his hand on your lower back while walking through the gala, or his hand gently stroking your thigh while you guys sat at your table.

March 2020

You never talked about how you spent your Valentine’s Day romantically slow dancing with your best friend at a Gala his team was throwing after that night. You couldn’t tell if thing’s had actually changed between the two of you, or if it was a result of the romantic atmosphere. Thing’s with Matthew had returned back to the normal routine, with the Flames in the middle of their playoff push, Matthew was around less, spending more and more time at the rink. You understood, taking the time to spend some time with your friends that weren’t him.

You finally both had a day off, deciding that you’d head over to his place to cook the both of you dinner. You arrive at his place before he does, placing your bags down and getting straight to cooking. You hear him come in, humming at the smells of the food.

“Hey stranger,” He says, joking about the fact that you haven’t been spending as much time together as you usually did.

“Oh please, you talked to me about your practice today on the phone for an hour, you’re hardly starved for attention,” You say, calling him out for being dramatic.

“I need all of your attention or I might actually die,” He says, wrapping you in a hug, “So what’s been up with you?” “Same old same old, this guy from my class asked me out on a date, I haven’t told him yes or no,” You shrug, moving back to cooking dinner.

“No,” He says, instantly, and you turn off the oven, turning around to face him.

“No?” You ask.

“I mean- uh- fuck,” He stutters, “You can’t go on a date with that guy I’m sure you’re too good for him.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms, “Matthew I know you live in a world where you don’t want me to get hurt, but I can’t not date because you don’t want me to.”

“I know, I just-” He starts before you cut him off.

“You what Matthew? Give me one damn good reason why I shouldn’t go out with this guy,” You snap back.

“Because I want you to date me,” He says quietly, “I wanted this to be better, you deserve it to be perfect, but I love you so much, and I can’t keep denying it any longer. I love when you spend all of your time here because I love spending time with you. I love that you get along with my teammates, and my family. I love when you get dressed up to go out, because I get to walk around with the most beautiful girl in the world under my arm. I was just terrified you didn’t feel the same way and that you’d hate me. Then when we were dancing at the Gala it felt different, like you were as into me as I’m into you.”

You uncross your arms, walking around the island to stand in front of him, placing your arms around his neck, “That might have been the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” “Really? Cause I think I could do better-” Matthew starts, but you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. His hands move to cup your face, kissing you back slowly, the two of you melt into each other like you’d been made for each other all along.

“I love you too,” You mutter against his lips, feeling him smile.

“You’re not gonna go on that date right?” He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours.

You laugh, “No, there’s only person I want taking me out on a date,” you joke, placing another kiss to his lips.

“Sounds like a lucky guy,” Matthew jokes back, kissing you again, solidifying how truly right it feels to finally be together.

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messages from last night update

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✧ Oracle ✧

SEPT 1ST 4:57 AM

[Joker] Hi

[Joker] Story time

[✧ Oracle ✧] i see yusuke returned ur phone

[Joker] Aha, yeah. After swearing on my life I would not make any more poor life choices

[Joker] I assume that was your doing

[✧ Oracle ✧] ur welcome

[Joker] Hmm well I might not have sworn hard enough

[✧ Oracle ✧] ???

[Joker] bet you 500 yen you can’t guess where I woke up this morning (without hacking my location)

[✧ Oracle ✧] oh god akira… jail?

[✧ Oracle ✧] again??!

[Joker] No

[Joker] Better

[✧ Oracle ✧] !!?

[Joker] On the catwalk of the auditorium

[✧ Oracle ✧] BRUH

[✧ Oracle ✧] didnt yusuke like walk u home???

[Joker] He did

[Joker] I just didn’t stay home after

[✧ Oracle ✧] (-_-;)・・・

[✧ Oracle ✧] but don’t they lock up the buildings at night….

[Joker] ...

[✧ Oracle ✧] also i’m p sure catwalks are at least fifteen meters in the air??

[Joker] ...

[Joker] I am surprisingly still very dexterous while intoxicated

[✧ Oracle ✧] o m g

[✧ Oracle ✧] what possessed u to sneak out of the dorm, pick a lock, scale scaffolding, and fall asleep on a metal beam is / literally / beyond me

[Joker] Me too, It's all very...fuzzy after getting back to the dorms

[Joker] Maybe I was a cat in a past life

[✧ Oracle ✧] cat!kira

[✧ Oracle ✧] congrats u now have a fursona to add to your growing list of ‘sonas

[Joker] Cat!kira go prrr?

[✧ Oracle ✧] HAHAH a self-drag?

[✧ Oracle ✧] Someone truly is hungover and regretting his life choices

[Joker] Jokes aside, all that flexibility training I did in hs apparently paid off

[Joker] I have no new bruises or injuries that I am aware of so I made it up in one piece. Somehow.

[✧ Oracle ✧] wait hold up I thot all that “training” u’d say u were doing was just like horny akira code for “going to mess around with Sumi after school”

[✧ Oracle ✧] don’t tell me u actually were doing gymnastics with her that whole time

[Joker] Okay

[✧ Oracle ✧] ????

[Joker] You literally just told me not to tell you

[✧ Oracle ✧] but was i right?! i NEED to kno if i was right

[Joker] Haha yes and no

[Joker] We did both

[Joker] is typing...

[✧ Oracle ✧] oKAY OKAY OKAY NO DETAILS (SAVE THOSE FOR ANN)

[✧ Oracle ✧] JUST CONFIRMATION THANK U next

[Joker] You have written fanfic more explicit than anything I could ever tell you I’ve done, AND I PROOF READ IT FOR YOU

[✧ Oracle ✧] ヽ(•//д//•)ノ [ok true]

[✧ Oracle ✧] but

[✧ Oracle ✧] ヽ(•̀//д//•́)ノ

[Joker] Ik Ik, I’m teasing. I won’t corrupt your virginal ears

[✧ Oracle ✧] /anyway/ people r gonna be mad jealous when they find out u dated an olympic gymnast

[Joker] She wasn’t one when we dated though so technically I didn’t

[Joker] She found out she qualified shortly before we went back to being just friends

[Joker] I think we’re both much happier this way

[✧ Oracle ✧] Obviously. you still talk to her??

[Joker] Yeah

[Joker] We caught up before the semester started

[Joker] She said she was nervous, but that’s to be expected when you’re on the global stage. Aside from that she’s fitting in really well with her new teammates. She just wishes Kasumi could have been a part of it

[✧ Oracle ✧] </3

[Joker] Yeah :( </3

[Joker] But she’s good

[Joker] Still calls me senpai though...which idk how to feel about that

[✧ Oracle ✧] lol its ~cute~

[Joker] Hmm leaning towards don’t think so

[✧ Oracle ✧] “oh ~senpai~ you’ll still watch me compete in the olympics on TV right?”

[Joker] ...did you listen in on the call

[✧ Oracle ✧] no

[Joker] “no,” she lied like a liar (I know you still have my phone bugged damn it)

***

The Phantom Thieves of Cats

SEPT 1ST 5:01 AM

[✧ Oracle ✧] *kicks down the door to the thieves den*

[✧ Oracle ✧] INARI U FAILED

[✧ Oracle ✧] GUESS WHERE AKIRA IS

[✧ Oracle ✧] (hint: not where he’s supposed 2 be)

[Fox] Preposterous! He was safely returned to his dorm room. I personally put him to bed.

[Panther] you stayed over in their dorm room Fox… isn’t he in there w/you??

[Fox] is typing...

[Fox] Ah. It appears that I am in his bed and Akira is indeed missing. I was on the floor when we went to sleep. I have no recollection of this transfer.

[Fox] I have awoken Ryuji but all he has done is throw his possessions at me in an attempt to silence my “pestering” so I do not think he will be of any help in this situation.

[Joker] Don’t bother with him Fox. He isn’t responsive until at least 9am after a night out.

[Joker] Also, why aren’t the rest of you sleeping?

[Panther] Joker! you’re alive!!! are you okay???????

[Joker] Define okay

[✧ Oracle ✧] *cackles*

[Panther] where are you?!?

[Joker] You aren’t going to guess?

[Panther] jail?

[Fox] Please let it not be true your detective arrested you last night, and you are suffering in incarceration as we type.

[Joker] Why is jail everyone’s first guess? I was only arrested once!

[Joker] Fuck

[Joker] Also, he is not “my” detective

[Fox] is typing…

[✧ Oracle ✧] u sure about that

[Joker] Oh no

[✧ Oracle ✧] pls reread our messages from last night

[Joker] Oh GOD

[✧ Oracle ✧] *cackles louder*

[✧ Oracle ✧] i can’t wait to hear what inari is about to dish out

[Panther] wait what did akira say to you @ ✧ Oracle ✧?!

[Joker] Futaba please *softly* don’t

[Fox] Last night I had to relieve you of your phone before you texted the detective prince incriminating evidence of your state of inebriation and infatuation. You were adamant that you had to send him a picture of a cat as a token of your feelings, which I objected as the image you selected was not flattering of the cat. I may have just met you a few days ago, so please tell me if I am overstepping my bounds, but I do not think sending hideous pictures of cats is a wise way of winning over this man’s affections.

[✧ Oracle ✧] pls show us the picture he wanted to send

[Fox]

[Panther] Hahahah oh akira

[✧ Oracle ✧]

[Joker] …

[Joker] I’ll be staying at this undisclosed location until further notice

[Panther] no Akira!!! seriously where are you??

[Joker] the_view_is_nice.image

[Panther] :O

[Panther] how did you get up that high???

[✧ Oracle ✧] gymnastics training

[Panther] huh? i didn’t know you were a gymnast Akira!!

[✧ Oracle ✧] im sure he’ll tell u all about it now

[Joker] -____-

[Fox] I cannot believe I failed my first mission as the Chosen One.

[✧ Oracle ✧] i can

[Fox] is typing…

[Panther] @ ✧ Oracle ✧!!!!!!

[✧ Oracle ✧] kek

[Fox] I am an utter disgrace to this friendship. How can I even call this a friendship when I have done nothing but leech from the kindness you all have bestowed upon me. How will I ever be able to show my face among you, those whom I have failed. I must atone for the shame I have wrought.

[Joker] You didn’t fail @ Fox, and you are not a disgrace. It was my fault. I was the shitty friend in this situation. I’ll make it up to everyone, and to you Fox. I’ll think of something.

[Fox] Food would suffice.

[Joker] Dinner for a week it is.

[Fox] Delightful!

[Panther] wow he got over that fast

[✧ Oracle ✧] welcome to being friends with Inari, the path of forgiveness is through his stomach

***

✧ Oracle ✧

SEPT 1st 5:07 AM

[Joker] Slight problem

[Joker] I actually have no idea how to get down

[✧ Oracle ✧] u really r part f*cking cat

***

Regrettably, some of his life choices last night did him no favors.

Mistakes had been made. Limits and Lessons had been learned. Unfortunately the hard way.

After miraculously finding a way down off the catwalk without injury into his dorm shower and a fresh set of clothes, Akira managed to show up for his opening shift at Big Bang Blends ten minutes early.

Haru took one look at him when he slinked into the kitchen and immediately said, “Oh dear.”

Akira spun a damp curl around his finger. “That bad, huh?”

“Uhm.” Haru offered him a wobbling, pitiful smile. “You kind of look like how I would imagine a cat that got caught outside in the rain might feel.”

He let out a self-deprecating chuckle and wandered over to the apron rack. “Fair comparison.” Selecting his off its hook, he pulled it over his head. “I’d add on that the cat also got stuck in a tree and developed a splitting migraine.”

“I know just the thing that’ll sort you out!” Haru hovered over to Akira’s side. “Whenever I--” she paused, considering her words with a finger to her lip, “overindulge,” she settled on with a giggle, “I’ll make myself a cup of my special tea. It instantly clears my head and calms my stomach.”

Akira’s stomach rolled unpleasantly. “ Special tea ?”

Haru nodded vigorously. “It works like a charm! And I’m not just saying that because I drink it, I have a friend--well, I might be overstepping if I were to call him that, we aren’t that close,” Haru sighed, “but I make it for him too when he occasionally stumbles in here in a similar state.”

“Do I want to know what’s in it?” he asked hesitantly.

Haru beamed brightly at him. “No.”

Akira groaned.

“I promise it’ll work,” Haru said, wandering out of the kitchen and over to her collection of loose leaf teas that were displayed in clear, sealed jars behind the counter. She called back to him, “You’ll perk up in no time!”

He gave her a weak thumbs up.

Picking up the task list from the side of the walk in freezer, he resigned himself to his fate of ingesting whatever the fuck concotion Haru was going to feed him. It couldn’t have been worse than what he drank last night. In all honesty, he would have been feeling way, way, worse if Yusuke hadn’t convinced him to drink so much water when they got back. Akira would like to think the fact he wasn’t curled up on the floor in the fetal position on the cafe floor was also thanks in part to the Amazake he had chosen to drink the night prior too. But the thought of the non-alcoholic sake made his stomach churn harder so he stopped that train of thought immediately, and focused on setting up the dining area. His head felt like it weighed five pounds heavier than it usually did, which made moving it a bit of a hassle, but he had the opening sheet to finish before the cafe opened and he’d damn himself if he didn’t deliver.

What his stomach did seem safe to think about was luck stats, and that maybe Futaba was onto something when she had made that off hand comment in their chat last night. Akira was incredibly lucky to have landed two bosses ( three if he counted Sojiro but the man was more like a father than he ever was a boss) who cared more about his well being as a person than as a source of cheap labor. Watching Haru make his tea as he flipped chairs down off the tables only amplified his guilt of showing up before her utterly and unmistakably hungover.

Being the sloppy friend did not sit well with Akira.

He swore to himself as he pushed in the last chair he took down that this was the first and last time he ever did anything as stupid and irresponsible as he did last night. Not to mention, his luck wouldn’t last if he kept this up. He’d make it up to everyone somehow, and Haru in particular now. He wouldn’t let his current state impact his work.

And once he stopped feeling like dogshit and could form a coherent argument, he was going to have a long, hard talk with whichever one of his personas decided it would be great fucking idea to drink so much, scale the interior of the theatre, and fall asleep on a steel beam no greater than sixty centimeters in width. Because honestly, what the fuck ?

Even In high school, his “peak stupidity” years, he hadn’t done anything as dumb as this.

Okay, well, that was a lie.

He had done a lot of stupid, often illegal things (see: petty theft, breaking and entering) in high school that to him, had been justified. He was quite gifted at stealing and knew his way around a lock with professional proficiency, and he had gotten away with it unscathed for a very long time.

Except for the whole getting arrested and put on probation thing , which ironically had been for a crime he didn’t actually commit.

“It’s ready!”

“Thanks, Haru.”

Akira swung by the to-go counter reaching for the mystery tea waiting for him and continued on.

After thirty minutes of sipping on whatever miracle cure Haru brewed as he checked off the morning set up tasks, it fucking kicked in. The mind fog and nausea disappeared almost entirely, settling his stomach enough that he was able to keep down some Advil and melon pan with Haru for breakfast. Akira could handle the headache until the medicine took over.

He just couldn’t move too fast or too sudden (Akira was still a little too off balance for that), or turn his neck sharply (thanks to what he had drunkenly decided to use as a pillow the night before). But he powered through it as he set about stocking the various coffee beans in their containers.

The last item on the task sheet they completed together. Prepping the food items for the pastry case with all of the baked goods Haru had made the night before. In addition to mochi, goma dango, and other pastries one would expect to enjoy with tea and coffee, there was always some kind of cake. Meticulously and lovingly decorated, sliced by hand that Haru showcased in her cake display. Today’s selection was a daring one, a pink lemonade cake with delicately applied ombre pink frosting and topped with candied lemon slices that were evenly spaced, each sitting on an artful dollop of whipped white icing.

“Did you want to try a piece, Akira-kun?”

Akira glanced over from where he was sliding a tray of nerikiri into the case. A plate with a modest slice was being extended to him. Eyeing the color up close, his stomach protested. Apparently still a little too hungover to test the limits of his digestive tract with such an extravagant confection.

“It looks amazing, but I think I’ll stick to the melon pan this time Haru.”

“I can always save it for la--”

A sharp series of knocks interrupted their conversation.

From his position squatting on the floor, he checked the time on his phone. There were still five minutes until the cafe officially opened for the day. Haru had warned him there were always a few people who showed up early and failed to read the sign.

“I’ll get it,” Akira sighed, sliding the door of the pastry case shut. “You finish with the cake. I’ll handle our impatient caffeine addict.”

“Oh don’t worry the cake’s all done, I just cut the last slice.” Haru waved Akira off. “I can get him.”

Him?

He hastily straightened up, brushing a few stray sugary crumbs off his apron and immediately looked over at the entrance. Every muscle in his body seized up. Waiting outside the glass doors was one impeccably dressed and restless looking Akechi Goro. Akechi rolled his shoulder, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag while he checked his phone.

The message Akira sent Akechi last night intrusively echoed in his head the moment the former detective looked up and locked eyes with him. Pocketing his phone into his suit jacket (it had to be custom fit, because there was no way it could have cut his figure that well without tailoring), he lifted his chin ever so slightly. Akechi’s expression twisted wickedly into something that short circuited Akira’s brain.

Oh.

Fuck .

A war waged between two primal instincts in Akira’s body at the sight, the overwhelming urge to run in the face of danger clashing with a tidal wave of lust. The rush coursed through his veins, freezing him in place. Much like prey that had been cornered, his heart began to thrash against his ribs.

Akechi’s grin was sharp and salacious, a stark contrast to the innocent and winsome smile that the T.V. ready Prince so often wore. Akira didn’t know him all that well (... yet ), but God , that smile just seemed to suit Akechi so much better.

Akira got to witness this side of Akechi knowing it was reserved for only him for about two whole seconds before Akechi’s face changed, shifting into his composed, manufactured doll-like mask when Haru made it over to let him in.

The transformation gave Akira something pretty close to whiplash.

Really arousing whiplash.

“Good morning Akechi-san,” she greeted him, holding the door open with a warm smile.

“And same to you, Okumura-san,” he returned politely, stepping past her and into the cafe proper. “Pardon my early arrival, I have quite the busy day planned unfortunately and was hoping to get a jump start.” He brushed aside a few strands of hair that had fallen into his eyes with a gloved hand. “I hope your morning has been going well.”

“It’s barely started,” Akira muttered, reaching for a to-go cup to start Akechi’s order to busy himself with so he wouldn’t stare at the breathtakingly handsome man in front of him. His heart needed a break already.

Instead of writing Akechi’s name, he doodled a pair of handcuffs with the bold letters A and G within the negative space in each cuff (Akira admired his work for a brief moment and thought Yusuke would be proud). He marked the drink as a caramel latte, recalling what Haru had put down on his cup yesterday. Then proceeded to make a pour over instead.

Haru flipped the sign to open, and then said, “Very well, so far! I tried out a new cake recipe, you have to try it.”

Akechi laughed, and Akira’s stomach clenched--but this time in an all too pleasant way. Akira diverted his attention from grinding the beans for his drink to watch the detective ( Fuck! ) The sound was light and lyrical, and after what Akira witnessed… sounded totally out of place coming out of the same mouth that had held that smug, voracious grin a moment ago.

“As much as I would love to, I must decline. I cannot get into the habit of having cake for breakfast.”

“Then you must take a slice with you!” Haru walked past him and over to her cake display, lifting the glass lid and taking a piece out.

“Alright, if you insist,” Akechi conceded, coming to a stop in front of Akira, who moved on to scooping the grounds into the damp filter. The proximity made it near impossible to keep his eyes off the detective, but Akira somehow managed it, forcing himself to pay attention to his pour.

“Actually, would you mind if I borrowed your barista for a moment, Okumura-san?”

Akira snapped his head up from his preparations and met Akechi’s eyes once more ( God damnit! ). Which was a really dumb idea as a shock of pain spiked down his neck. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop from wincing.

A dangerous glint appeared in that maroon gaze that catapulted Akira’s thundering heart into his throat.

“Is he in trouble?” Haru peered over her shoulder from where she was packing a bright pink slice of cake into a to-go container.

“He might be,” Goro murmured just loud enough for Akira to hear, then broke their eye contact to address Haru, “I assure you, nothing of the sort.” He smiled that infuriatingly fake smile at her, complete with an innocent tilt of his head. “I just need to ask him a few questions, in private.”

Haru shot Akira a questioning stare, Do you need me to say no?

He shrugged nonchalantly, or as nonchalantly as someone who was having a very intense internal meltdown over an insanely attractive man could, and said, “It’s fine, Haru.” He continued to pour the scalding water in a circular motion over the coffee grounds in the filter, doing his best to quiet all the alarm bells in his head.

His response must have come off convincingly enough because Haru nodded and said, “Well, I can’t see why that would be a problem.” She hesitantly returned Akechi’s smile. “But I will need him back in a bit when the morning rush hits.”

“This shouldn’t take too long,” Akechi turned and gestured to a table in the corner of the cafe--far away enough from the counter that Haru couldn’t possibly overhear their conversation. Then under his breath he added, “As long as Kurusu-kun doesn’t resist, that is.”

Akira cleared his throat, willing his throbbing heart to drop back into its cage between his ribs. “Go on, I”ll join you when I’m finished.”

Akechi nodded, leaving the yen for his coffee on the counter and sauntered away. Akira topped off the pour over and transferred the liquid into the to-go cup. On his way around the counter he snagged what was left of his miracle tea and took a swig. He hoped it would replenish his mental reserves to handle the upcoming verbal sparring match he was sure he was about to walk into.

Akechi, in his immaculate glory, was leaning back in his chair languidly with one dark clad leg crossed. He watched Akira closely as he wandered over with their drinks. Akira suddenly felt incredibly out classed and underdressed in his usual cardigan-v neck combo he had going on compared to Akechi’s tan suit jacket and pressed button down shirt.

He slid into the seat opposite Akechi and pushed his coffee across the table. Akechi nodded in thanks and brought it to his lips.

Akira pretended he didn’t watch the way Akechi’s throat moved as he swallowed his first sip.

The detective hummed approvingly. “Black.”

“The way you actually like it,” Akira said with a knowing smile. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

“Is it now,” Akechi chuckled darkly against the lid still pressed to his lips. “Sadly, my coffee preferences are the extent of where your knowledge of me ends.”

In the tenuous silence that descended after that statement, they sipped at their respective drinks. Gazes not once wavering off one another.

“I assume you know why I’m here,” Akechi finally said, cutting the tension.

“When I said ‘come get me ’ I didn’t mean ‘corner me at work ’,” Akira hissed over his cup of miracle tea.

He could think of many other, far more superior places he would have loved to be cornered by Akechi in. But Akira kept that part to himself.

The detective leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist. “You do realize if this were a real investigation and I caught you as unaware as you were this morning, you being at work with your Boss present wouldn’t have deterred me.”

Akira stole a glance at Haru, who was busy writing the specials of the day on their blackboard, then drained the rest of his tea.

Akechi followed his gaze and continued on in a saccharine tone that contradicted the alluring smile his mouth had split into again, “But since it’s not, I highly doubt you want an audience for when I bend you over the counter and take what I want from you.”

Akira promptly choked.

Any lingering doubt Akira may have had about Akechi’s preferences evaporated. Akechi knew exactly what he was saying. He had to have, right? There was no heterosexual explanation for that response.

Point to Akechi, he thought, accepting the fact his face was probably as red as the flowering plant hovering three inches above his head.

“How considerate,” Akira managed to rasp once he got his tea to go down his throat correctly. Swallowing burned like a bitch. Now he had to deal with a sore throat on top of the rebellion being staged by his heart and stomach, and the leftover vertigo from his hangover.

“Will you hand it over now?” the detective asked with a hint of sugar coated venom.

“Hate to disappoint, but you’ll be walking away empty handed this morning. I left it in my room.”

Which wasn’t a lie. In his haste to recover from last night’s escapade and get to work on time, he hadn’t thought to grab the handkerchief. The last thing he expected was this.

“I think you’re sending me mixed signals.”.

“Am I?”

“You tell me you want one thing, then act like you didn’t expect it to come to fruition when I follow through on it so I’m curious,” Akechi titled his head and his hair shifted, shining ethereally in the early morning sun streaming through the window. “What is it you really want, Kurusu?”

For you to fuck my brains out, Akira thought. But admitting that so bluntly to Akechi’s face felt like defeat. So, he kept the stupid illusion of their game going and leaned in.

“I want to see if the Detective Prince is really as good at his job as the rumors say he is.” Akira mirrored the detective’s head tilt and offered him a crooked grin. “I won’t be that easy.”

“If you want me to physically remove it from your person, then I must insist from this point forward you carry it with you. If every time I corner you, you… aren’t ready,” Akechi’s smile grew wider, “then doesn’t that defeat the purpose? And unlike you it seems, my time and attention is limited.”

“Rude.” Akira mimicked the detective’s posture, dropping his chin into his palm. “My time is limited too. I just can’t have you stalking me at work. And--” what Akira really meant to say next was , I cannot possibly work and retain my sanity with you watching me like that all the time. But instead said, “--Think of Okumura-san’s business. You’ll scare away her customers.”

Akechi shot him an unimpressed look. “Somehow I highly doubt that.”

Wow. Cocky bastard.

"Well,” Akira said, changing tactics by imbuing a little bit of truth, “I imagine you can relate to not wanting to be distracted at work, with your fans and all.”

“They can be...rather inconvenient at times, yes.” Akechi studied him intently. “Alright then. Let’s make a deal.”

“Making a deal with the enemy? Akechi,” Akira feigned a gasp, “don’t tell me you’re a dirty cop.”

The detective snorted into his coffee. “I’m going to choose not to entertain that comment and suggest we establish some ground rules.”

“I thought rules didn’t exist in investigations,” Akira said mischievously.

“Like I previously stated, good thing this isn’t one, then?”

They shared a private smile.

“I propose this,” Akechi said, straightening up, hands clasped on the table. “From this point on, you will carry it on your person. I will catch you off guard within the next two weeks and take back what is rightfully mine. Our working hours are exempt from this. Obviously, the common spaces in the dormitory will be too by default. Should you ever need me as your RA, that will come first and foremost, I take my duties seriously. As should you. I think you’ll find these terms agreeable and respectful of each other’s time. Unless there are any other locations you want to deem off limits.”

Akira made a show of considering Akechi’s words, tapping a finger against his cheek. This was literally the most drawn out, intellectually charged foreplay Akira had ever engaged in but he couldn’t say it didn’t excite him. In fact, there was something exhilarating about it.

“No. Everywhere else is fair game.”

“Really?” Akechi inquired, grin breaching that rapacious territory again. “Be careful what you agree to, Kurusu.”

Akira shrugged and leaned back.

“So,” Akechi prompted, “you won’t say no, will you?”

Of course he was going to accept. So Akira simply said, “I think I’ll hold on to your handkerchief.” And then held out his hand. It felt like the right thing to do.

“Hah, excellent,” Akechi smiled and shook it firmly. The leather was soft and warm as it dragged against Akira’s palm. “Otherwise, I will be forced to order a room inspection and somehow I doubt that is how you want this to play out.”

“If you are inspecting the room while I’m in it, then I might be.”

Right after the words left his mouth, the logical part of his brain that wasn’t stuck on being hungover and horny on main finally spoke up and reminded him of the very important, expulsion worthy, major cockblock that was currently being housed in his room: Morgana.

But then Akechi’s mouth upturned devilishly, and suddenly Akira decided he’d cross that furry bridge when he got to it.

“Well, then. I must be off. Thank you for the coffee,” Akechi said, dropping Akira’s hand as he stood up. “I have an interview taping in…” he checked his phone and sighed, “just over an hour. Hopefully the trains are on schedule.”

Akira tilted his head. “Still doing those?”

“Yes, keeping up appearances on behalf of the precinct,” Akechi explained, “I may be officially on hiatus as a full time student, but I still pick up cases from time to time. The media wants to know how I balance it all.”

“Ah. Explains the get up.”

Akechi bristled at the comment, his nose wrinkling ( cute! ) and brows drawing down as he straightened his already perfectly straight tie. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Nothing,” Akira teased with a lilt in voice, “It’s nice, maybe a little stuffy.” He deliberately looked Akechi up and down. “But I bet you’d look better out of it, judging by what I saw you wear the last time you showed up here.” He couldn’t fight the coy smile his mouth twisted into even if he tried. “If you’re looking to show off, those shorts from yesterday would do a better job.”

The call out was meant to fluster Akechi, but the detective’s face remained remarkably even toned. Flawless even. Too flawless.

Could he be... he's totally wearing makeup.

Akira lifted a brow pointedly.

That did the trick, earning Akira a heated glare before Akechi turned his head sharply away. The movement roughly shifted the hair around his face, revealing a sliver of skin previously hidden. To Akira’s rapidly dawning delight, the detective’s neck was rapidly turning pink.

“Shut. Up. Kurusu.”

Oh, so Akechi blushes all the way down when he’s flustered. Fascinating. Akira filed the thought away for… later.

For totally innocent purposes.

Totally.

Akira stood up and slipped in front of Akechi, demanding to be looked at. Giddy with his new discovery. “Oh? What’s this? He can dish it out but can’t take it?”

Akechi’s eyes flashed as he brought himself up to his full height, and stepped into Akira’s space. Scowling down the few centimeters he had on him, he forced Akira to take a step back. “You,” he said lowly, continuing to move forward, making Akira walk backwards until his back hit the counter, “are a brat .”

“Just figuring that out now, detective?” Akira smirked. “I thought that was obvious.”

From this close Akira could see just how gorgeous the detective’s eyes truly were. Flecks of light red dotted the center most part of his eyes, giving off the illusion of glittering in the light. He was close enough that if Akira leaned in a fraction more their noses would touch.

A very polite, soft cough came from somewhere on Akira's right.

The detective’s eyes widened in shock. He quickly put space between them again and turned to face Haru, who was standing in between the kitchen and the counter area looking anywhere but at them.

Akira owed her now a second apology.

“I wish both of you a good day,” Akechi gracefully recovered and turned on his heel. He flexed his shoulders as he opened the door but stopped with one foot out the door.

“Oh, and Kurusu-kun?” Akechi turned halfway to face him, “Be sure to check your email this afternoon.”

And then he was gone.

***

It’s Always Snack Time in Tokyo

SEPT 1ST 8:00 AM

[Takuto Maruki] Hello! I was going to wait until I saw you in person, but I can’t resist telling you the good news! I submitted the paperwork to bring on an official research assistant. The chair of the department should grant me an answer by the end of the week. The position is yours once I get the documented approval.

[Takuto Maruki] That is, if you are still interested in conducting research with me like you did over the summer

[Akira Kurusu] I am

[Takuto Maruki] Even more wonderful!

[Akira Kurusu] Won’t it be unethical if you don’t let other people apply for the position though?

[Akira Kurusu] You can’t play favoritism

[Takuto Maruki] I, fortunately, get to make the rules in this situation and I wrote that I could appoint the position to any student that met certain criteria and showed promise in the field

[Akira Kurusu] You literally wrote the position description so that only I fit that criteria, didn’t you

[Takuto Maruki] You would be correct! :D

[Takuto Maruki] So if you’re free and want to get a jump start on assisting, I was hoping to recruit you this upcoming Friday to proctor an exam.

[Akira Kurusu] An exam? The second week of class? Savage Sensei

[Takuto Maruki] It is a 300 level that meets M/W/F so the curriculum moves fast. This cohort in particular is grasping the concepts at a much faster rate than the other two I teach for this course.

[Akira Kurusu] When is it? I open the cafe Friday mornings

[Takuto Maruki] 2pm

[Akira Kurusu] Okay, I can make that work. I’ll be there

[Takuto Maruki] Wonderful! :)

***

The Phantom Thieves of Cats

SEPT 1st 11:12 AM

[Skull] yo i am not back readin any of that

[Skull] wat did i miss?

✧ Oracle ✧ Changed Skull to Edgelord Can’t Read

[Edgelord Can’t Read] I CAN EFFIN’ READ!!!

[Edgelord Can’t Read] i said i wasn’t gonna, not that i cant big difference

[Edgelord Can’t Read] ur the one who cant read

[✧ Oracle ✧] wow gr8 comeback edgelord im so offended. what r we 7yrs old

[Edgelord Can’t Read] shuddup

***

Gotta Go Fast

SEPT 1st 11:28 AM

[Skull] BRO A CATWALK?! WTF?!?

[Skull] how the eff did u get down??

[Joker] My amazing cat-like reflexes

[Skull] bro

[Skull] how u feelin btw

[Joker] You know that feeling you get when you’re about to go over the hill on a rollercoaster?

[Joker] Like that

[Skull] oof

[Skull] ill make u my ma’s soup when ur shifts over, its the best for this kinda shit

[Joker] Why is everyone being so understanding with me today

[Skull] were ur friends man we gotchu

[Joker] alsdjflskf

[Skull] uh did the rollercoaster drop or smth

[Joker] Haha no

[Joker] Thanks Ryuji

***

The Phantom Thieves of Cats

SEPT 1st 2:01 PM

[Edgelord Can’t Read] UH HOLY SHIT EVERYONE CHECK UR EMAILS

[Panther] what?? why??

[✧ Oracle ✧] im surprised u even read ur email

[Joker] Oh.

[Joker] Fuck.

***

To: Shujin Hall_5th Floor

From: Akechi Goro; Niijima Makoto

CC: Kawakami Sadayo

Subject: Violation of Dormitory Rules

Dear Fifth Floor Residents of Shujin Hall,

This is a friendly reminder that there is a strict No Pets Policy in this Residence Hall. A contraband item, a can of pet food, was located on the floor inside the trash room on Friday night. As such, we will be conducting room inspections beginning tomorrow, starting with rooms located in the Girls’ Wing. Let this be an example to all that the consequences for violating this rule will be termination of their dormitory agreement and the loss of their on campus housing status. Any additional charges will be determined by the Residence Hall Director, Kawakami Sadayo.

If you have any further information on this subject, please feel free to contact us.

We hope you have a wonderful rest of your weekend.

Sincerely,

Your Resident Assistants

Akechi Goro

University of Tokyo | Class of 20XX Criminal Justice / Psychology Major | Philosophy Minor [email protected]

Niijima Makoto

University of Tokyo | Class of 20XX Criminal Justice Major | Psychology & Law Minor [email protected]

#akeshu #shuake #akeshuake #goro akechi #persona 5 royal #persona 5 #akira kurusu #goro akechi x akira kurusu

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caffeinetheory · 5 years

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Timinette school au? (And congrats on 200!)

This probably isn’t what you had in mind and kinda goes off in an off direction and might be a little fast but I hope you like it :>

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Moving to Gotham had been a little of a culture shock, but not an unwelcome one. Finally out of Paris and the toxic environment it was Mari was 16 going on 17 and double Majoring in both business and fashion. It would be a lot of work but it kept her mind of the life she had left behind.

Marinette Prince was now a full time student and Guardian in training, though she left the box with the Amazons. Diana was basically her big sister while the woman herself viewed her as a daughter. Long gone was the shy girl who listened to misguided words and always looked like a child in pinks and pigtails, in her stead now stood the confident and selfasured young adult with an undercut and a more varied color palette in her closet.

Being able to start class and not be worried about being tripped was a god send she didn’t could be her norm again. While she won’t admit it when a lanky boy no older than her collapsed into the seat next to her in the lecture hall for her business class there was a small yelp. The snoring though put her at ease though did make her worry for his health.

It took 2 weeks before she learned his name, how they had become deskmate she didn’t know but he somehow always sat next to her, always without fail. To be fair it wasn’t even him who told her, what she presumed was his older brother, Tod was his name? Came in to drop off a rather large thermos of coffee based off the smell. “Come on Timmy you can’t keep texting me to bring you ‘the nectar of the gods’” the guy with a white streak in his hair had said from what she caught. Tim, who would have guessed.

It was on the friday the next week she took a shot and left a note with her number in his crossed arms. She was out of the room before she could see him wake up and smile, she had asked if he wanted some of the notes and if he wanted to study together. If only she knew the insanity she signed up for.

A text at 2 am from an unknown number was not something Mari had expected, and yes she was up that late why doesn’t matter. Why in the world was this person up and texting her!?!

Heyo mystery girl The text had said, mystery girl? She smacked her head, she forgot to leave her name, way to go Mari.

Whatcha doing up Timmy boy

oh god no’ not another one calling me timmy, please just call me tim

if you say so Tim, I’m Mari by the way

good to know, are you still open to a study session, if you haven’t noticed i’ve missed most of the material’

oh I’ve noticed, sure

Coffee place just outside of campus later today?

You still didn’t answer the question btw

What are YOU doing up

Fair point I’ll see you later sleepy boy

Get some actual sleep too

That was how their routine started, every Saturday they could they meet up to go over the notes of that week and they’d have study sessions in Mari’s apartment before test where they usually fall asleep on each other, the coffee someone goes missing before the morning on those days.

They were close, anyone could see it, the coffee duo were often seen together. Every café and coffee shop knew them by name when they walked in and would ask about the other if it was only one. They were both weird but they worked, who else would be 17 going to university and seemingly be up at all hours?

The summer after their first year was over Mari finally met the rest of his family properly. All that went through Mari’s head was ‘no wonder her poor boy was so touch starved, they paid him little mind,’ that would not stand. When did she start seeing him as hers, you know what that doesn’t matter right now, Tim does. Her bird boy deserves more love now than ever, and being the affection person she was Mari was more than happy to no longer hold back. Tim was startled at first, but he’d gladly take it.

Mari had a surprise for Tim’s birthday. Summer birthday meant they could actually go somewhere and not miss more class than they needed to. So where does she take him, Washington D.C.! she wanted to treat him, so she saved her commissions so she could take him on a week long vacation just the two of them. The International Spy Museum was what she was really looking forward to taking him to, with all his cold cases it would be perfect. D.C. also had many places to take amazing pictures, so the new camera she got him would get some good use. Her own polaroid was also at the ready. It would be a break for the two of them.

Imagine her surprise and annoyance when they were at Mount Vernon taking some photos of the view from the house of the water when a cough from behind messes up her shot of Tim just enjoying the view. Tim had turned around and the smile that once graced Mari’s lips was gone and a slight glare was aimed at the MAn, Bruce Wayne of all people, who had ruined it.

“Can we help you,” she couldn’t help the venom in her voice, of course he had to ruin this. Bruce didn’t acknowledge it though saying he needed Tim back for something important and private, that was not going to fly. She stood protectively in front of her friend, this was their time alone and together, he was not going to ruin this, “No, this is his time off and I won’t let you take him from the most relaxed he’s been in what I assume is years, if it is that important say it quickly and go. He’ll be back in a few days, I’m sure it can wait, you always make him wait-” a gentle touch on her arm from the boy behind cut her off, the pure admiration for someone taking into account his feeling was one that made her heart hurt a little -no lot- how often did this happen? Bruce just gave him a look and sighed before leaving, “Thank you.”

Tim had the best week of his life, he was actually rested and when he got back to the cave he wasn’t bombarded with a million cases. It was nice having time for himself. The next two weeks before classes started again was spent with Mari in her place, she was such a calming and nonjudgmental force in his life, what would he do without her?

When classes started again, he found he was spending more and more time in Mari’s apartment. It just felt like home, and she didn’t mind. Just before winter break after more classes and late night study sessions, she gave him a proper key to her place.

“Can you take care of my plants, I got to take care of something with my family,” she handed it to him as she asked. They were getting ready for their last final, one of the classes they shared that semester. “Sure I got you,” Tim was caught off guard but was more than happy to help her after all she had done for him. “Thank you so much, I knew I could count on you,” Kissing his cheek she left the campus library. The closing of the large oak door brought him back to reality, gently touching where he could still feel her warmth.

It was one of their ‘coffee dates’ that Tim asked her the question, “...Would you want to be my girlfriend,” saying the words out loud felt wrong. Her soft smile got him out of his head, Mari laid her hands on his, “I was starting to think you’d never ask.”

Just about two years later on the stage for graduation stood two valedictorians. Hand in hand they crossed the stage to deliver their speech in front of the massive audience, a squeeze and and light peck and they were ready for the masses. This would be one of the more memorable speeches, it had a surprise that everyone in the audience paying attention. The small box in Tim’s pocket didn’t stress him as much as it used to, he knew it would work out. She was the one, and he would do anything for her and he knew she would say the same thing.

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Please send me more asks

#maribat #timari #my writing #follower give away #not the best ive written but i think is still decent #school au #well it was supposed to be at least

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carnival-phantasm · 4 years

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I’m not sure how long ago it was, but congrats on your first 12-shift!!! What department was it in? I’ve only done 12’s in the emergency department, but I enjoyed it a lot. There’s so much to learn!!!! I miss being in clinicals but patient safety comes first! I’m a senior in nursing school rn, and idek if we’re gonna be working hands on with patients at all during the fall semester because COVID is so bad here in America.... this shit is terrifying, ngl. I hope you stay safe and healthy!!!

It was in the gynecology and obstetrics, it will be my department for my first semester of internship in medschool. Covid-19 is also widespread here in Brazil, but at least where I work they do a good work isolating any pregnant patient with symptoms so we can wear "full armor" in case we need to check them.

Thanks, and stay safe too!

#medschool #ask #blessedetherealfae

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bqstqnbruin · 5 years

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Graduation

I’m currently a little sad at the thought of Saint Joseph’s canceling graduation, especially since it’s my last semester and I’ve been waiting for this moment since getting to Hawk Hill. But it’s out of our control, so this is the best I could do to help cope with it. Hope y’all like it!

__________________________

Commencement for the Class of 2020 has been canceled.

Reading those words made tears fill your eyes. You had been dreaming of walking across the stage at graduation, your cap decorated, the Dean reading your name and your family cheering for you, shaking hands with the President of the University as a celebration of the four years of work, hell, sleepless nights, coffee driven study sessions, library nights with your friends, sitting on the lawn outside the chapel, date parties, formals, basketball games, hockey games, and pure bliss that you had completed.

You won’t get your cap and gown, you won’t have your graduation pictures taken so your parents could put yours on the mantel of the fireplace next to your brother’s college graduation pictures, you won’t do the traditional photoshoot around campus with your best friends, in your dresses, heels, caps, gowns, and chords like every class before you got to do.

The tears poured out of you; you couldn’t help but silently sob in your bed as you read those words over and over again: commencement has been canceled. Commencement has been canceled. You didn’t know why you were crying; people have things much worse ripped from them.

“Hey, hey, hey. Babe, what’s wrong?” Charlie comes into the room, seeing you crying. He practically runs to you, throwing his arms around you trying to comfort you, which only makes you cry harder as you grab onto his arms. He kisses your head trying to get you to stop, only failing. “Shhhhhh. Shhhh. C’mon talk to me,” he says, but all you can do is hand him your phone and let the tears keep running down your cheeks.

He reads the email sent out by the university and sighs. “Oh, Y/N. I’m sorry.” He wraps his arms around you tighter than before, bringing you comfort and a sense of calming energy. “You’ve been looking forward to this for how long? This sucks, I’m sorry. What can I do to make this better?” he asks, giving you that look like he’s going to cry.

“There’s nothing to do. I don’t even know why I’m crying.” you say as he pulls away, enough for you to wipe the tears off your face, “people are literally dying because of this, and here I am throwing a fit over not being able to walk across a stage in May.” You laugh at how ridiculous it sounds when you put it that way, “It’s just something I wanted.”

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It was May 16th, the day that would be your graduation. You woke up that Saturday morning to find Charlie not in bed like he normally was at this time when he wasn’t away for a game. You hear what you hope was him rustling around in the kitchen. You venture out of your bed to find him scrambling to make eggs, pancakes, and coffee ready. You stand there and laugh at how cute he looks; his hair had grown out a little and part of it was falling in his eyes as he scrambled the eggs, wiping it out of his way with the arm that was supposed to be flipping pancakes, while the coffee just about spilled over in the Keurig because he picked a mug that was slightly too small for the size cup he had chosen.

“Babe, why are you scrambling like this?” You come up behind him, hugging him before taking the spatula out of his hand and taking over the pancakes for him.

“You’ll see. When this is done, we have to eat up! Fast!” He runs with the eggs to the plate and practically grabs the pancakes out from underneath you. He scarfed down the food, you doing the same, and ran back to your room.

“Wear this.” He says, throwing the dress you would have worn under your cap and gown at you.

“Charlie, no. Not today.”

“Yes, today. Now.”

You do as he says, watching him put on your favorite blue button-down. When you’re both ready, he grabs your hand and a black garment bag. He hands it to you saying, “Don’t open this until I tell you to,” the biggest grin covering his face, smiling so hard you could barely see his eyes.

You don’t even have the chance to disobey, because he drags you outside, running to God only knows where. You feel like you’ve run a mile in your heels once you see Jake and David standing together, Jake holding a weird red tube, dressed up.

“What’s going on?” You ask him as he starts to open the garment bag. Inside is a decorated cap, saying ‘thanks for four years, here’s to seven more,’ a gown, and all the chords you would’ve had for graduation.

“Your graduation is today,” David says.

“You wanted to walk across the stage and hear your name called, but the best we could do is walking across this strip of grass and having one of yes say your name,” Jake says, handing the tube off to Charlie.

“We never got a college graduation, but none of us wanted it like you do. I couldn’t watch you be so upset over it.” Charlie says, putting the cap on your head, the tube tucked under his arm.

Him saying that made you start crying. “You’re incredible.” You tell him, throwing the chords on and grabbing him in for a kiss.

“Now wait a minute, you can’t do anything cute until we can take pictures after the ceremony,” Jake says, pulling Charlie off of you.

The three boys try to make it as close to an actual college graduation as they could: David gave a speech as the student speaker, Jake as the dean of your school, and Charlie as the President of the University.

“And now it’s time to start reading the names of the graduates. Would the graduates please stand and make their way to the stage?” Jake says, motioning you to come closer to him. “From the College of Health Studies, Miss Y/N!” He yells, pushing you towards Charlie and David. You shake both of their hands as Charlie hands what would have been the tube they give you for your diploma.

“Congrats to the class of 2020!” David says, taking the cap off your head and throwing it in the air.

“Dude, too early,” Charlie says, picking it up and handing it back to you. “First you have to move the tassel to the other side and then you can throw it.”

You start to do that when Jake goes, “Wait! We need to record this!”

“Picture time!” David says, throwing you and Charlie together.

“I can’t believe you would do this.” You say, hugging him as Jake and David snap pictures of you two like proud parents.

“This is nothing. Seeing you so happy is worth the world to me.”

You pull him in for a kiss, him lifting you off the ground, David and Jake getting the perfect picture of you from your graduation.

#charlie mcavoy #charlie mcavoy imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines #boston bruins #boston bruins imagines #jake debrusk #david pastrnak #graduation 2020 #maybe

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noona-clock · 5 years

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Obvious

Hey B congrats on your 8k followers! You deserve it. Could I please request a Hanbin library fluff? 💙

Yay! Thank you, @potterloud! Yours was the first request to come in, and it made me so happy. Hanbin? And Library fluff?! YES! I hope you like it, my dear Alex!!

Genre: Library/College!AU/Fluff

Pairing: Hanbin x You

By Admin B

“What are you doing here?” you asked, somewhat breathless after having roamed almost the whole campus looking for your boyfriend.

The two of you had just graduated from university only a few hours ago, and Hanbin had suddenly disappeared after the ceremony.

He had always been a thoughtful kind of guy who needed his alone time, but after almost three hours, you’d let your anxiety get the better of you. You’d started searching the campus, putting a halt on packing up your apartment to find him.

Now that you were here, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t tried the library first. It was the most obvious place... but maybe that’s why. Hanbin had never really been the obvious type.

Except when he was flirting with you. That he was very obvious about.

You slid onto the bench next to him, and he immediately lifted an arm to put it around your shoulders. As you always did, you leaned into his side and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“I just...” he began, his voice soft and a bit dreamy. “I wanted to say good-bye, I guess.”

“Good-bye?” you murmured curiously. “To... the library?”

Hanbin let out a low hum before moving to kiss the top of your head.

“You know we can always come back and visit, right?” you whispered.

“Well, yeah,” he muttered in that soft voice he used when he was either thinking really deeply or feeling very nostalgic. Right now, it was most likely the latter. “But are we really? Once we move back, we’ll get jobs, and we’ll be busy, and --”

“Even if we don’t come back to visit, we still have the memories.”

Because, after all, the two of you had met in this very building, the library, over three years ago.

You felt Hanbin nod slightly, his hold on you tightening as you closed your eyes and thought back to that day...

“Quinn, Quinn, Quinn...” you whispered to yourself as you paced down the aisle, your eyes quickly scanning the books to try and find the one you were looking for. A biography on Napoleon by Lisa Quinn, a crucial source you needed for your essay on the French Revolution.

You passed books authored by Parker... Pendleton... Pritchett... Pulaski... Quackenbush... --wait, really? Someone’s last name was Quackenbush? -- Quick... Quillian...

Aha! Quinn!

A soft smile of satisfaction tugged at your lips as you reached out for the book, the bold type of the despotic Parisienne Emperor’s name staring you in the face, waiting to be chosen.

Just before your fingers grasped the spine, another hand darted out and collided with yours.

“Oh!” you yelped - quietly, of course, since you were in the library.

“Sorry!” another voice sputtered - quietly, of course, since he was in the library.

You jumped back a little, mostly out of surprise, your eyes shifting from the bookshelf to the owner of the hand.

And that was the first time you saw Hanbin.

I mean... kind of.

You’d actually noticed him before; he seemed to be in the library just about every time you were, though most of the time he was napping. So I guess it was accurate to say that was the first time you saw him awake.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his cheeks flushed as he smiled awkwardly - and yet, still attractively - at you. And then he gestured toward the book, his awkward smile turning into an awkward chuckle. “Go ahead.”

“Are you sure?” you asked with a hesitant grin, your eyebrows raised as you waited to reach out toward the book again.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he assured you with a nod. “Please.”

If you didn’t really need this book for your essay, you probably would have asked yet again if he was positive you could take it... but you did really need it, so you didn’t ask again.

“Thank you,” you breathed as you reached out to pull it from the shelf. Once you had it safely in your hands, you brought it up to your chest, hugging it to you as if you were afraid it would try to get away. “I’ll bring it back as quickly as I can.”

“Oh, no worries,” he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I can -- I’ll look for it -- I’m sure I can find it somewhere else.”

Your brow furrowed slowly, your lips pursing into a slightly confused frown.

Because...

Where else would he find it?

It’s not like there was another library on campus...

And if the book was available online, you would’ve found it.

Was he... I mean, was he going to buy it?

So why even check it out of the library in the first place?

“O--okay...” you answered doubtfully. And you were just about to turn around and head toward the checkout desk when he quickly spoke again.

“Napoleon, huh?” he asked, the nerves in his voice beginning to peek through.

Your confused frown morphed into a confused smile, and you nodded unhurriedly. “Yep. Napoleon.”

“So, I’m guessing it’s for -- for a history class,” he continued with a very visible gulp.

“Yeah... didn’t you --” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying not to laugh. “Weren’t you wanting this book, too?”

What was going on? Why was he --

Oh, wait.

Was... was he...

A flush grew on his cheeks, and he avoided your gaze, his lips lifted into an extremely bashful smirk.

Ohhhhhhhh, okay.

He was flirting with you.

Usually, you were somewhat oblivious when it came to guys flirting with you; you were book smart, and you lacked the social smarts to pick up on the signs.

Until now.

Because... well, he was being pretty obvious, wasn’t he?

“Actually,” he murmured, taking a small step closer to you. “I... To be honest, I saw you when you came in, and... I just... wanted... to talk to you?”

You felt your own cheeks warming at his words because, now that you were seeing him awake, he was ridiculously cute. In many ways. His face was nice to look at, but he was also just super adorable all shy and honest like this.

So you took another step closer, letting one arm fall from cradling your book and sticking it out toward him. “I’m Y/N,” you told him with a tiny grin.

He immediately shook your hand back, his gaze meeting yours. “I’m Hanbin.”

Back then, you didn’t have the experience to realize... but looking back on it now, you knew from that moment. That gaze and that handshake. You knew Hanbin would be a part of your life.

And so would the library, as it turns out.

You were a history major, so you spent a lot of time researching and writing essays. The writing you could have done anywhere, but the researching led you to the library four out of five school days.

And you led Hanbin to the library four out of five school days.

He did get work done there, obviously, but mainly, he went there to be with you.

Surprisingly, he was always very good about keeping the distractions to a minimum. Yes, he held your hand under the table or squeezed your knee or rubbed your shoulder and there was the odd kiss on the cheek here and there. But, most of the time, he let you work.

He did stare at you a lot, though, but that wasn’t distracting because you were too focused on your work to notice.

That first meeting had been around midterms your second semester of freshman year. So over the course of your sophomore, junior, and senior years, you and Hanbin spent... I don’t even know how many hours in the library.

So, yeah, he wasn’t the only one who would miss it. You would, too. You would miss all that uninterrupted time you got to spend with Hanbin (even though you were doing homework, but still. You were together). You would miss all the times you made him study for his exams, bribing and rewarding him with kisses and promises of more later. You would miss the times Hanbin would bring you snacks because you had about fifty million pages of essays to write. You would miss him sending you texts from across the table because you were too focused to notice he was trying to get your attention.

A smile pulled at your lips as you remembered all those little bits and pieces, and you nuzzled into Hanbin’s neck.

“Did you even hear what I said?” Hanbin chuckled. You felt the vibration of his laugh against your forehead, and it sent a small shiver down your spine.

“No,” you admitted. “I was thinking about all the time we spent in the library.”

“I said,” he continued, obviously repeating himself. “Yes, we have the memories, but this is where I fell in love with you. I don’t want to just never come here again.”

After a moment or two, letting his words sink in, you pulled away. You sat up and angled your body to face him.

“I fell in love with you in the library, too,” you agreed. The pure, genuine smile which appeared on Hanbin’s lips almost made you breathless, but you had more to say. You continued on. “But I also fell in love with you in the dining hall. And on the North lawn. And in the stadium. And in my apartment, your apartment. Right here on this bench.”

His smile had fallen a little, and his brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you --”

“And I’m going to keep falling in love with you in our new place. In the grocery store when we go shopping together. In the park down the street when we take our future dog on a walk. In the car when we go on road trips.”

Hanbin brought his hands up to cradle your face, his eyes searching yours as his lips parted just slightly. You could almost see the words hesitating to come out, so you kept on going.

“I fall in love with you all the time. Every single day,” you told him, reaching up to gently grasp his wrists. “So wherever you are, wherever we are together --”

“That’s where I want to be,” Hanbin finished for you.

You nodded silently, a somewhat embarrassed smirk pulling at your lips because you knew how cheesy it all was.

But it was true.

Hanbin leaned forward just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath fanning out over your lips.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you answered with a soft chuckle. “Yes, I do. You make it very obvious.”

“Good.” He closed the gap in-between you, kissing you softly but fervently. Gently but with all the intensity of a man in love. A kiss you knew was meant for both of you. A kiss to tell you how deep and true his feelings were, and a kiss to remind him you weren’t going anywhere.

The library was part of the past, but you were not. And you never would be.

That much was obvious.

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Curveball~A Grayson Dolan AU

A/N: Wow I wasn’t sure if I would ever post this. It’s been a long time coming. I started writing this in January when I saw an anon talking about baseball! Gray on @dolandrabbles because Brie’s anons always have amazing concepts. I hope you guys like this! This is a baseball! Gray AU! I hope you guys like it! It follows Gray in his baseball world as well as his relationship with the reader! Enjoy!

Warnings: Fluffy! Gray

Word Count:6,923

Grayson and I have been together since junior year of high school when I moved to New Jersey. He was in my English class, my best class and his worst. I eventually offered to tutor him and he accepted which I eventually found out why. He thought I was the pretty new girl who wanted to give him my time of day even if it was just for tutoring. He needed a tutor though so he could stay on the team. An F in English meant baseball season on the bench so he was so glad I decided to be his saving grace. It was his junior year and that’s when college scouts really start to look. Granted Grayson played varsity ball as a freshman and always caught the eyes of scouts but now it’s do or die. He invited me to the first home game and of course, I went. I had to see why he needed to pass so badly. To say I was surprised by his skill was an understatement. He was a triple threat. He could run, he could hit, and he was beautiful in the field. Not to mention how good he looked in that jersey especially when it wasn’t buttoned all the way, he looked like a baseball player you see on a calendar. You also can’t forget how big his ass was (and still is) in his baseball pants. It made my heart skip a beat. After the game, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I obviously said yes. Thanks to me he passed and had a winning season as well as earning the team MVP award. Scouts from all over the state were looking at him. Rutgers, Princeton, Stockton, and many more whether they be private or public. He had out of state colleges looking at him too. He loved baseball, it was his passion and he loved me, I was his world.

Senior year came quickly which meant a lot to both of us. I had to go to school and Grayson needed to get a scholarship. I loved Grayson with every fiber of my being. I made a decision with myself if the college Grayson chose had my major I would follow him there as long as he wanted me to, of course. Spring semester hit fast which meant that baseball season was right around the corner. Grayson trained daily and he never gave up. Opening Day senior year they played our arch rivals and won with a score of 6-2. I, of course, had my customized shirt for all of his games. The name of our high school team on the front and on the back read “Dolan’s Girl” with a large 7 plastered underneath it. I was his lucky girl and 7 was his lucky number. His parents, his grandparents, Cameron, and Ethan were all there to support their star player. He had an excellent game. Two hits, three RBI’s, and made an incredible play at third that astounded everyone. Scouts attacked Grayson after the game wanting to know his post-high school plans. A week later Grayson signed with Rutgers’ University.

“Congrats, Gray! I’m so proud of you!” I congratulated. “I’m so excited. They were one of my top schools” he smiled as he hugged me tightly. Later that night after the signing party I started talking about our future. “Gray?” I asked. “Yes, babe?” he replied. “I love you and I know you love me but I also know you love baseball. My grades will get me into anywhere and I already applied at Rutgers. I also have already gotten accepted. I have not pledged to anywhere so I want to know what’s going to happen with us?” I asked tears pricking at the back of my eyes, fearing his answer. “Baby, I want you to go where you want to go. If you want to come to Rutgers with me I would love that more than anything but I want you to go where you are going to be happy. Don’t let MY scholarship hold you back” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. “Gray some school isn’t going to make me happy when you already make me the happiest girl in the world” I admitted. “Well then it looks like we’re going to Rutgers in the fall then huh?” he smiled and I nodded. Grayson’s senior baseball season had its moments, both happy and sad. He was so excited for what awaited him but leaving the team he’s known for the last four years broke his heart.

The next fall we both started our freshman year at Rutger’s University. We got lucky that our schedules matched up well. We didn’t have any classes together but a lot of our breaks were at the same time so we still managed to see each other that is until baseball season started. Spring semester I really only saw Grayson once or twice a week or at his home games. It really tested our relationship but I knew we only had to make it to summer and he was pretty much mine again.

Every year after came with more trials and tribulations. Sophomore year came with more credits, more classes, fewer breaks, and less Grayson but we managed once again. Both of us knew that we were meant to be and we just had to make it through college. Everyone loved Grayson at college, he was always invited to parties and of course, I always went with him. Junior year meant buckling down and making sure everything was in order for our last year so we could both graduate on time. We ended up in the same class junior year which was a godsend. I missed my boyfriend but I knew that school and baseball were important. It’s not that Grayson ignored me or made excuses, it’s that we both had so much to do it was hard to make time but we managed nonetheless.

Senior year, Grayson and I decided to rent a one bedroom apartment about 15 minutes from campus. There was a celebratory senior party that Grayson and I had to attend. We were both so close to our degrees we could feel it. It was late August. It was warm and the whole frat house was buzzing. We both knew it was going to be one of our only chances to get sloshed all year so we did just that.

Six weeks later came fall break and I was so excited to have a couple days with Grayson all to myself. Grayson and I had gotten all of our assignments done so we would be solely focused on each other and that’s exactly what happened until I started throwing up. I spent all day Sunday emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. “Baby, are you sick?” he asked. “Maybe, but I don’t feel sick,” I said as I reached for a new roll of toilet paper then I noticed my box of tampons. “Gray?” I yelled. “Yes, babe?” he replied. “What’s the date?” I asked. “The 17th, why?” he answered and my heart fell into the pit of my stomach.I was almost two weeks late and I was so worried about getting everything caught up before fall break so I could spend time with Grayson that I totally forgot about it. “Why did you need to know the date?” he asked. “Grayson, my period is almost two weeks late” I admitted and his face fell. “I mean it doesn’t necessarily mean pregnancy right? It could be stress” he suggested. “Well, there’s only one way to find out” I shrugged as I grabbed my things and headed to the nearest pharmacy. Once I found the pregnancy tests that I wanted I went back to our shared apartment filled with nerves. After waiting the three minutes for the results I picked up the pregnancy test that sat before me. Pregnant.

“Grayson” I cried out and he came running in. “Baby, Y/N. Breathe, it’s ok. We will get through this. It’s senior year. We’re almost done then when this little one gets here we will be graduated or almost done then we can be a little family” he said. “This isn’t how we planned this all out, Gray. How did this happen?” I whimpered. “Well, we may or may not have used a condom after that party. I don’t remember. I’m sorry, baby. It’s all my fault we’re in this mess” he whispered. “We’re? Grayson, this is on me. This baby is residing in me! You don’t have to be here” I sobbed. “Y/N, do you really think I am going to leave you when you’re pregnant with my baby?” he asked, hurt filling his voice. “You don’t have to stay, Grayson. This is my responsibility, go play baseball” I shrugged. “Y/N, stop. I am not going anywhere. I promise you, I will be with you every step of the way. Going to appointments, helping you pick out names and furniture. This baby isn’t just yours, it’s ours. Maybe we’re not quite ready for it but we were meant to have this little peanut and it’s happening. This isn’t how we planned it but that’s the fun of it all. It’s going to be ok” he encouraged. “I love you, Gray. I’m sorry I tried to make you leave” I said. “No matter how hard you tried, I was never leaving you” he promised.

We were both a little scared to tell our families but we were adults, we were almost done with school, and our families knew we’d be amazing parents. They were all pretty understanding for the most part which made it all a little easier. My first trimester was filled with a lot of surprises. Turns out our little peanut turned into two little peanuts. We were having twins which was terrifying, to say the least. Grayson was excited on the other hand as his little girls would know what it’s like being a twin just like he did with Ethan. My second trimester really started to test my limits. It was a new semester and my belly was growing like a weed not to mention it was Grayson’s senior year of baseball. Thankfully, I only had my internship to go to which was on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s meaning I could go to all of his home games. I always tried when we were younger but now it was easier than ever. Freshman year for Christmas Grayson got me a Rutger’s baseball shirt with “Dolan’s Girl” on the back of it. He had to change his number because seven was already taken. He decided to do 16 because that was the day he and Ethan were born. This year for Christmas he got me a new one that was a little bigger knowing I probably wouldn’t be able to fit in it this season especially with having twins. I smiled at the thought. “You didn’t even notice” he mumbled. “Notice what? That it is huge because I am going to be a whale?” I retorted. “No, calm down. Read the back again” he said. I flipped the shirt over and instead of it saying “Dolan’s Girl” on the back it read “Dolan’s Girls”. Tears began streaming down my face before I could say anything in response. “There’s not just one of you anymore, baby. There’s three” he smiled before kissing my forehead then wiping the tears off of my cheeks. “I love you, Gray” I whispered. “I love you too,” he said.

It’s the first home game of the season and Grayson was excited. There had been talk of major and minor league scouts coming to watch Grayson and couple other seniors. We had teams from all over the country from the Yankees, to the Cubs, to the Dodgers, teams from coast to coast who were interested in him. It was exciting but scary all at the same time. I was so incredibly proud but we had two little ones to think about even if they weren’t here yet. That night after the game I brought it up to Grayson. “Hey, babe?” I asked. “Yes, dear?” he replied. “Have you thought about the future?” I started off rather vague. “Well, I know we’re going to have two beautiful little girls because they take after their momma and we will have our degrees, why?” he asked. “Well, what about baseball?” I asked curiously. “What about it?” he asked. “It’s your senior year what if a minor or major league scout wants you?” I asked scared for the answer. “I haven’t thought about it” he shrugged. “Grayson, how have you not? I think about it all the time!” I yelled. “Because I am more worried about you and our girls before this hobby I have. Baseball is a hobby, you three are my life, Y/N” he explained. “You really need to think about it before you agree to something you don’t mean to” I admitted. “What do you think I should do?” he asks. “Well, I mean you have to look at the pros and cons, Gray. You’d make really good money but there would be a lot of traveling which you’re used to that but you have little girls to think about. I mean we can move to wherever during the season and then come back to Jersey in the offseason if that’s what you want. Baseball is your passion, Grayson and I don’t want you to lose that” I explained. “Baseball was my passion. Don’t get me wrong I still love it and if I didn’t have these little peanuts to think about we’d be going to wherever they want me but it’s not just us anymore” he said. “I know, Gray. It would be hard but they’d have such a good life. We’d never have to worry and I mean they’d be so cute in the team gear. It’s up to you, Gray and I want you to do what makes you happy. If you don’t want to or think it’s a bad idea then I will support you but don’t say no because you have a family. Lots of major and minor leaguers have families. We can make it work, baby”. A couple weeks later he was picked up by a minor league affiliate from Boston. Thankfully, not too far from New Jersey. Starting the following baseball season he would play for the Double-A Team for the Boston Red Sox. They are the Portland Sea Dogs and they play in Maine which is only about 5 hours away from New Jersey. He had to continue training throughout the winter which is expected but I was definitely excited about this new chapters of our lives.

College started coming to a close quickly as we graduate in a week. Grayson only has a few more games left and then it’s the postseason. Shortly after that, the twins will be here. “Grayson I am going to look like a damn whale crossing that stage” I groaned. “Baby, you’re pregnant with twins” he smiled. “Yeah, your big ass twins. These babies are going to kill me! What if I fall? What if my water breaks?” I exaggerate. “Quit being dramatic or I am going to start calling you Ethan” he retorts and I rolled my eyes in response. “Grayson, can you believe we did it? We’re graduating college and then we’re going to be parents” I said full of shock. “I know, it’s crazy. I’ve gotten so many opportunities and there were some bumps along the way including the one you’re sporting right now but I couldn’t be happier” he smiled kissing my lips.

A week later, it was graduation day. Both of our families sat in the audience waiting for our names to be called to celebrate one of the biggest days in both of our lives. Cheers erupting after every name but when both of our names were said our families blew all of the rest out of the water. After the ceremony, we all went out to eat to celebrate all of Grayson and I’s accomplishments. Not to mention, that Ethan graduates next weekend from Stockton. We also were going to tell our families the news about Grayson’s signing because no one except us and Ethan had any idea.

“Mom, dad” I sighed. “Uh, yeah,” Grayson said rubbing the back of his head. “You guys know that baseball is Grayson’s passion. He’s played since T-ball and has loved it ever since. He played with Ethan until Ethan outgrew it but he continued. As we’ve gotten older he’s fallen even more in love with it” I started. “Y/N’s right and along the way I found my number one fan, other than my parents and E, of course” he chuckled. “Anyway, I was offered to play in a minor league affiliate for the Boston Red Sox” he announced and everyone’s faces dropped. “You’re moving to Boston!” my dad shouted. “No, sir. Nothing is happening until next baseball season. Come April I will be playing out of Portland, Maine on the Double-A affiliate team, the Portland Sea Dogs. Now, this is an amazing opportunity” Grayson explained. “It is and we have these two little ones to think about. I know it’s going to be hard for us to be away from all of you but we’re going to be moving to Portland next spring so when Grayson is home he can be with the girls. We know this is a lot but you’ve raised us to be good people and we’re adults now. I know this is going to be hard but we can do this”.

Two weeks later we had two beautiful girls. Addison Rose and Amelia Bailey Dolan. Grayson sitting right next to me missing his final game of the regular season but he didn’t care his family was much more important. A couple of days later we got to go back to our apartment. We were already looking for a two bedroom apartment to move to seems how our lease was up in July. Grayson was an incredible dad. Even on nights before or after a game he would be up at 2 am helping me with the twins. Of course, I would always tell him to go back to bed but he insisted. “I helped you make them, I help with the dirty work,” he told me every time I tried to fight him about it. Two weeks later the game was a home game, giving Rutgers the home field advantage. I was surprising Grayson. I hadn’t been to a game since before the girls were born. It was 80 degrees and the twins were doing so well. I asked his family to join me so they could watch him play because if they moved on the game would be nowhere near New Jersey. It was probably going to be their last time watching Grayson play college ball.

The girls each had little Rutgers onesies that said “Daddy’s #1 fan” on them. I met Grayson’s family for lunch beforehand then we followed each other to the field. We sat in a shaded area of the stadium so the twins wouldn’t be in the harsh rays of the sun. Grayson played third base and that’s what side we were sitting on so his back was to facing us most of the game. Which meant I got a great view of his ass in the baseball pants. It was the bottom of the second inning and he was the first one up to bat. “Up first, Grayson Dolan. Number 16” the announcer said. “Go, Gray! That’s my baby daddy!” I yelled and he looks at the noise. He smiles as he sees his small family and then the rest of his family as well. Soon enough it’s 3-2, full count minus the outs. We’ve all watched Gray long enough to know where his sweets spots are. Watching the ball soar out of the pitcher’s hands, I knew it was a good one. I knew I was right when I heard the sweet crack of his bat. I watched the ball soar until it landed in the right-field seats. Everyone roaring as my boyfriend made his way around the bases, waving at me and then our girls as he rounded second. He returned to the dugout and was attacked by his team for getting a lead early on. It was nearing the end of the game. The last inning and they were tied. 3-3 and Grayson was due up third. The first person got on with a single then managed to steal second. The next batter grounded out. Then it was Grayson. He already had one home run for the day but a single may even win this game. On the first pitch, he swung his bat hoping for yards. I watched the ball soar straight into the bleachers, this time into leftfield. He had just hit the walk-off 2 run home run to send them to Nationals. His teammates flooded home plate as the other team exited the field saddened by their loss. Everyone cheered as he crossed the plate. He made it onto the college ESPN channel a few hours later. Everyone had gone their separate ways. I was at home with the girls watching the reruns when an interview came up and it was with Grayson. “So you had not just one but two home runs today, one of them being a two-run home run to seal the win moving your team to nationals, how did that feel?” the announcer asked. “It felt great, it’s my last few games at Rutgers and my girlfriend surprised me at the game with our twin girls who are only a few weeks old so I had to score a point for all three of my girls, I just hope I did them all justice and they're proud of me” he said as a tear rolled down my face, proud was an understatement. “We are so proud of you, Gray. Aren’t we Addy Rose? Your daddy makes mommy so proud. Then look at you Lia Bug, you are just so smiley hearing your daddy’s voice on the tv” I cooed to my small children. I was so captivated by the interview and the girls, I never heard Grayson come in. “You’re either really sleep deprived or you actually are proud of me,” he said causing me to jump. “A little bit of both actually but of course, I’m proud of you. Even if you would’ve had the worst game of your life I would’ve been proud of you” I smiled as I stood up walking over to Grayson and pecking his lips. “Thank you for coming. That meant the world to me to have them go to at least one of these games, It’s the best feeling ever” he smiled looking over to our girls who were fast asleep. “They were so good, I think they love watching daddy play” I admitted. “Well they better get used to it,” he said kissing my forehead. “No, kidding”.

April came around quicker than either of us imagined. We moved into a small house with three bedrooms. One for Gray and I, one for the girls, and one as a guest bedroom when one of our families comes to visit. The twins are 10 months old and are both complete daddy’s girls. Gray started his games and practices while I stayed home with the girls. April was still a little chilly to take the girls to games but once it warmed up we would definitely go support Grayson and his teammates. He seemed to enjoy his new baseball team, he had even made a few friends which I was thankful for. One was even married with a one and a half-year-old son so they knew what we were going through.

April and May flew by. June hit and the twins turned one. My family and Gray’s both came for the weekend so we could celebrate Addy and Lia turning one. It was mind-blowing that I had one-year old’s when it seems like just yesterday when we graduating and they were being born. Gray had a day game on Sunday after the twins birthday so we all went to see him in action. Grayson had been following this passion since he was 6 when he and Ethan started in T-ball. He never lost touch with who he was and why he fell in love with baseball. In high school when we met, he only began to love it more because he knew he needed to prove that I didn’t waste my time tutoring him so he could play. The truth is even if he sucked I would have loved him anyway. He has the biggest heart, a wonderful personality, a beautiful laugh, and is one of the most amazing people I have ever met. He has turned into an even better baseball player, he is a wonderful boyfriend and an absolutely amazing father. I could not have picked a better person to follow around the country pursuing his dream.

And speaking of pursuing his dream, at the end of his first season they are already moving him up to Triple A. Unfortunately that means we have to move again. Thankfully we have a month to month lease as a lot of the realty companies understand the baseball world and work with our schedules. So during the offseason, we will be moving to Pawtucket, Rhode Island so Grayson can play for the Boston Triple-A affiliate, the Pawtucket Red Sox. I wasn’t looking forward to moving but we would be a couple hours closer to New Jersey which made everyone a little bit happier. Grayson continued to train during the offseason and he always helped with the girls as they were pushing a year and a half old. They could crawl, walk, and were talking pretty well by now. I was so incredibly proud of my little girls and even though they were identical like Ethan and Grayson we had our ways of telling them apart. Lia even though she was younger was much more caring and maternal like Grayson always was (and still kind of is) with Ethan. Addy was much more mischievous like her uncle E. Addy was the bigger twin though and she often got hurt as she was also a little more clumsy hence why Lia is so maternal. They both have beautiful personalities. Addy is loud and mischievous like a perfect mix of Ethan and Grayson whereas Lia was a little bossy but not until she was comfortable. She was a lover and leader which was a hard mix to handle sometimes. They both were spitting images of the twins but as females. They had dark and wavy/curly hair, honey colored eyes that gleamed in the sun, and Gray’s cute button nose. It looks as if Ethan and Grayson made them and I had absolutely nothing to do with it but that’s alright. They’re daddy-and their Uncle E- grew up to be very handsome men so they’ll both turn out to be beautiful girls (even though they are the most beautiful children I have ever seen but that may be a little biased). The girls love going to Grayson’s games. Lisa made them both red and navy blue tutus to wear to his baseball games along with little t-shirts that have the club insignia on the front with Dolan and number 16 on the back. I had a matching shirt to theirs and I wore blue jeans instead of a tutu whenever we went to the games to support Gray. Every time Grayson would stand in the on-deck circle the girls would yell and cheer excitedly to see what Gray would do at the plate. Even if he struck out they would yell they loved him and he did a good job. They were the best supporters Grayson could ever ask for. We’re quickly closing in on Grayson’s second year in Pawtucket. He had been performing exceptionally well. It’s his third year in the minors and we’re 25 now. The girls are almost two which is beyond crazy. They still seem to amaze me every day, all three of them. Some days are harder than others. The twins realize more when Grayson is gone as they’ve grown. Every time it turns into a meltdown. They cry usually until they both fall asleep in my arms. It’s so hard as they are still too young to understand that Grayson is leaving for a few days maybe a week then he will be back. We usually have movie marathons and popcorn on the nights he leaves and again on the nights, he comes back. Every time he walks in from the journey home he is met with two little girls dashing to the door screaming “daddy” and hugging his legs. He drops his bags, scoops them up, and then gives them all the love they have missed during his absence. “I missed you, daddy,” Lia says. “I missed you too pumpkin,” he says. “Wait no I missed you more,” Addy says. “No, I missed daddy more” Lia argues. “Girls, I know you missed me. It’s ok, I’m right here. Daddy’s tired let’s change into our jammies, snuggle on the couch, and have our movie night” he suggests as the girl's screech in excitement scrambling out of Gray’s arms. “I missed you bub,” I said. “I missed you too, mama” he smiles as he hugs me tight. “That was a rough stretch. We only won two games the whole road trip and there were 9 games” he sighed. “Did you do well?” I asked. “Yeah, I had a hit every game, a couple home runs, scored some runs, and had some good defensive plays” he explained. “Then you did your part, Grayson. You can’t control when everyone else is in a slump when you’ve done your part” I reassured. “I love you so much” he sighed as he slid his head in the crook of my neck. “I love you too, Gray. Let’s go change and watch the movies you promised the girls. We’ve missed you” I said as he removed himself from me. “Gimme a kiss first” he smirked. “Don’t have to tell me twice!”

Grayson’s third year in the minor leagues has come to end. Overall he has done really well hitting a few slumps here or there but he always pulled himself out and put himself back near the top. We were in New Jersey for a few months for holidays and the ooffseasonwhen Grayson got a call from his agent which usually meant there were trade rumors flying around which always made me a little anxious. Five minutes later Gray walked back into the room. “You want the good news or the bad news?” he asked. “Bad” I deadpanned. “The Red Sox have traded me to the Louisville Bats” he admitted and I smirk grew on my face. The bats were the Triple A affiliate for my favorite team, The Cincinnati Reds. “The good news?” I asked. “That’s the Reds affiliate which I’m sure you already know as they are your favorite team but they already said I have an invitation to Spring Training in March!” he said excitedly meaning he could make it up to the majors this year. “That’s amazing Gray!” I shouted. “You excited my first major team could be your favorite team?” he asked. “I’m ecstatic, Gray!” I yelled enthusiastically. “This is the farthest we’re going to have to move” he sighed. “Yea,h but our families are used to it. We can come home for the All Star Game break and they can come to visit whenever but I guess we’re already here we might as well tell your family the news!” I said and he agreed.

We spent the next couple months finding a place near Louisville and in February we moved in to begin the next exciting chapter of our lives. A few weeks after we moved in Grayson left for Spring Training for a month which was really hard for all of us. We were in a brand new place where I knew no one. The twins were never used to Grayson being gone for that long so it was very hard. We had nightly FaceTimes so the girls could see and talk to Grayson. This was the part Grayson hated. The few days away we got accustomed to but the whole month was a learning experience. Soon enough he came back and played a whole year with the Louisville Bats. We always hoped he would move up within the season but it just wasn’t in the stars, at least not yet. Another season went by and in the middle of it the twins turned 3. It’s the following spring and we are faced with another month without Grayson. I’m just hoping the girls have adapted enough that it gets better. We were about half way through Spring Training when Grayson called me. “Babe I have good news!” he almost yelled. “What’s that bub?” I asked. “I’m going to Cincinnati. The original third baseman got injured today in a Spring Training game so they want to bring me up. I’m starting third base this season!” he shouted. “Grayson, that’s amazing baby! I’m so proud of you Gray. You do deserve this” I congratulated. “No, baby. We deserve this” he smiled. “I love you Gray,” I told him. “I love you too, Y/N and our beautiful baby girls,” he said back.

Opening Day in Cincinnati was always extraordinary. It was like a second Christmas. Grayson was so excited to be able to experience and I was so excited to take the girls. They were excited to see their daddy on a big float with confetti and who knows what else. Later that day the game came and it went. Grayson played well. He had a single, scored a run, and had a walk so he was one for three so far in the major leagues. I was so proud of him. The first game I ever watched back in high school I knew he could go far and even if he didn’t I was so proud of him for his work ethic and determination. The first half of the baseball season flew by. Grayson had a .290 batting average which was pretty good especially as a rookie. He had two errors on the season which one of them in my opinion wasn’t an error but whatever. He got along with his teammates. They always loved and commented on his laugh. Even if they were getting blown out if Gray laughed they all felt a little better. His laugh was one of my favorite things about him and one of the first things I ever noticed about him. It’s the game before the All Star break. It’s mid-July, the twins just turned 4 last month, and I’m ready to have Grayson home for a few days in a row. Both of our families decided to fly to Cincy to watch Gray play. Grayson was usually the 5th batter and played at 3rd base so we sat on the third base side. The girls had a red tutu they wore with t-shirts that had the Reds logo on the front along with Dolan and trusty number 16 on the back. I had on a plain Reds shirt and some jean shorts. It was almost 90 degrees which was pretty cool for mid-July and the Reds were playing their rival the St. Louis Cardinals. The first inning went by quickly, three up, three down on both sides. The next inning the Cardinals scored one run of a homerun. The third inning and the fourth were both uneventful. A few hits or walks here or there but no runs. In the 5th Grayson was the 2nd person due up. The team mate in front of him ended up getting walked. I watch my boyfriend of 10 years step up to the plate and as I thought about it 10 years was a long time. It blew my mind how we weren’t married yet but we had our beautiful girls together so I didn’t mind. We live a very busy life.

Grayson had two strikes and three balls, full count when I heard a crack. The ball went flying to deep right field. It flew over the heads of the Cardinals outfielder and into the seats. He ran through the bases behind his teammate. He waved towards us as he round third blowing a kiss to the girls as ran towards home. He got the go ahead run so now it was 2-1 in the bottom of the 5th. The 6th and the top of the 7th flew by. The 7th inning stretch came and some local singer sang “Take Me Out to the Ball Game”. We all began to sit down when they finished but I saw a player run up to the mic afterwards. I quickly realized it was number 16 and that it was Grayson. “Hey, everyone this a little bit of an extended 7th inning stretch but I need to do something I have been waiting a long time to do. Y/N, baby, will you come down here and bring the girls?” he requested. I blushed as I got up and grabbed Addy and Lia’s hands to lead them to home plate where Grayson stood. We finally made it to Grayson. “Hi,” he smiled. “Gray, what is this?” I asked. “You’ll see” he grinned as he looked at me softly. He gave each of the girls a hug before he looked back to me. “Y/N we’ve been together for a long time. Part of high school, all through college, we were blessed with the most beautiful twin girls, and I think it’s time I grow a pair” he started and I knew where this was going. “Not to be cheesy but I really scored with you baby girl. All you’ve done is support from day one before we were even together and you were just my hot tutor.I have loved you for a good chunk of my life and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you like I have every day for the past 10 years. I’ve dreamed of how I was going to do this and I think playing in your favorite major league team’s stadium right before the All Star Break is a perfect time so why don’t we make this little team of ours official?” he said as he sunk down to one knee. I had the girls on either side of me as they looked all around the stadium. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asked as tears streamed down my face. “Yes, Gray. I’d love to be your wife” I nodded as he slid the beautiful ring across my finger. The whole stadium erupted as he stood up and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you so much, Gray. This was so much to take in” I said. “I love you too and you deserve it” he admitted. “Addy, Lia,” I said. “Yes, mommy?” they asked. “Mommy and Daddy are getting married are you excited?” I asked. “Yes!” the shouted. “Why are they so calm?” I asked. “I told them we would get ice cream after the game if they didn’t tell you. They knew before I left this morning. That’s also why both of our families were here. I have been planning this for a couple months now. The extra practices and shit were for me to go pick out a ring” he smirked. “You little shit” I giggled. “Only for you” he smiled as we headed into the clubhouse. “Stay in here and watch the game. Now that everyone knows who you are I don’t want you getting mugged for your ring. I’m going to go play baseball now” he explained. “You do what you do best” I smiled. “Love you,” he said as he headed towards the field. “Love you more Bailey” I smiled as I looked down at my beautiful engagement ring.

Grayson and I had battled a lot of obstacles. Where to go for college, college in general, graduation, having twin girls just weeks after graduating college, his minor league career sending us all over the east coast, and now here to Cincinnati. Life sure has thrown us quite a few curveballs along the way but today was the best one I have ever gotten. Walking into the stadium today laughing with Ethan, talking to my parents, and catching up with Lisa I had no clue I would leave with a beautiful diamond on my left hand. I was so incredibly lucky to be marrying someone as amazing as Grayson. I also never thought I would get proposed to at a baseball game especially in my favorite teams’ stadium. Today was a dream come true and I couldn’t wait to plan our wedding this off season. I can’t wait to go home tonight after a Reds’ win but more importantly a Cardinal loss with my fiance and our girls. We’d always been a family but this was so surreal. I was officially going to be a Dolan, I’ve only waited 10 years for this.

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xuxibelle · 5 years

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Hey congrats, I'm proud of you and you're an amazing writer!! So to celebrate I wanna request an imagine with Harrisonxreader, where the reader is JK's assistant and helps Harrison dress up. Reader has a crush on him and jist some fluff stuff :)

Thanks Doll!! Hope you like it! <3

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 2,123

Warnings: Fluff

Requested: yes

Summary: Y/N is in school for fashion design and one of her professors has a designer friend that is willing to take her on as an assistant… What happens when she does her first fitting?

You’d started your internship with Joshua Kane just a week ago, but you felt like you had already learned so much. You were in school for fashion design, thankfully this being your last semester. When one of your professor’s told you that they knew of an amazing designer that would take you on as an assistant as a favor to them, you were ecstatic… but when you arrived at the address and realized who it was, you were in disbelief. Once you spoke with JK and made sure you were in fact in the right place, you rambled on about how grateful you were and how you would do your best. That had been just over a week ago… tonight, he had asked you to stay late to help with a special fitting for a few people coming in after hours. Sat on a bench quietly in the middle of the shop after the doors were locked, you waited quietly for JK and his friends to walk back in the room.

“Okay, so, tonight we are fitting these lovely people,” JK said as he came to stop in front of the mirror in front of you. Next to him were two guys and a girl. “Y/N, you’ll be working with me and the two guys while Chloe focuses on our lady here,” he smiles. “Let’s get to work.” Everyone begins to move around like they know where they are going. You just follow JK until he stops. “Alright, let’s see,” he says as he looks between the suits he has hanging on the rack beside him and the guys. He lifts a red and black colored suit off the rack and holds it up to the guy in front of you as he tilts his head. He shifts and holds it up to the other guy and nods. “This we will put on you,” he says as he lays the suit on the table beside him, turning back to look at the others left on the rack. He turns his head and looks over the second guy again before turning back to the rack and lifting a grey and white striped suit off the rack and held it up to the second guy, nodding his head quickly. “This one is definitely yours,” he smiles. He hands you the suit and your eyes widen as you take it from him. “What?” he laughs. “You know what you’re doing… It’s just a fitting… It’s not like I’m asking you to make it from scratch, Y/N,” he laughs again as he pats you on the back.

“I just don’t want to mess up your design,” you say quietly as he shakes his head. He rests his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you.

“Take a breath,” JK tells you and you listen as you let it out slowly. “This is the easy stuff, okay?” You nod your head in return. “Okay… now, Y/N, this is Harrison. Harrison, this is Y/N. She’s my new assistant for a while,” JK tells him before he walks away to begin his work on the other suit. You smile awkwardly at the guy in front of you.

“Yea, this isn’t awkward at all,” you say quietly as you look at your feet. You look up as you hear Harrison laugh.

“No need for things to be awkward. Just treat me like you would one of your friends. I’m just another person like anyone else,” he tells you. “And don’t worry about messing up JK’s stuff… it’s impossible to do,” he tells you with a wink. You feel your face slightly flush as you turn to separate the suit. You hand Harrison the pants so he can go change into them while you get the other things ready. When he returns, you turn around to see the length is just a little too long and giggle. “What’s so funny,” he half laughs.

“Just that the pants are too long,” you say. “Reminds me of when I would borrow my best friend’s clothes back home when I would spend the night with her. She was taller than me and my feet would always be covered by the pants legs,” you explain as he watches you with a smile. You motion for him to step on the stool. When he’s situated, you cut off the excess fabric, leaving enough for the pants to be hemmed at the right length. “That’s better. You can step down now,” you tell him. As he goes to step down, one of his feet slips. Your hands instinctively fly out to help him not fall, landing on his waist while his grab onto your shoulders as he looks down at you.

“Uh… sorry. My fault,” he says as he takes a step back.

“It’s ok. The floor can be quite slippery in here without shoes on,” you tell him with a smile. You hand him the suit jacket and he slips it on. You pull the front closed and button it across his chest before you smooth down the fabric. You feel your heartbeat pick up just a little as your hand is smoothing the fabric. You remind yourself to stay calm and take a breath before you begin to take measurements and make sure everything fits properly. One arm needs to be slightly shortened, so you make notations on where it needs to be before you have Harrison slip the jacket off. Just as you’re laying the jacket down, JK walks up to check on things.

“How are things?” JK asks you.

“Good. just about done, I think,” you tell him. “One sleeve needs to be adjusted on the jacket and the legs need to be hemmed. Everything else is good to go,” you smile. He nods his head and returns your smile.

“Told you it was nothing to worry about,” he half laughs before he walks away. It would be another week before you see Harrison again, when he and the other two come in for the final fitting. You were all again separated into your pairs.

“How’ve you been?” Harrison asked you when he returned from changing into the suit pants.

“Good,” you smile at him. “You?”

“Alright,” he says with a shrug. “JK not working you to death?” he half laughs, making you smile.

“No,” you giggle. “I mean, don’t get me wrong… There have been times where things have been so busy that I thought I was gonna lose my mind… but I would rather have it that was as opposed to sitting here doing nothing. I’ve learned so much from him. I’m gonna be sad to leave next week. Everyone’s so nice here,” you tell him.

“Y/N! Give him a shirt and tie for the suit as well,” you hear JK call from across the room as you glance over at him and nod. You look at the suit and up at Harrison before you walk away to get a shirt and tie for him. A few seconds later, you step back in front of Harrison and hand him a light pink and white striped shirt with a slightly darker pink tie.

“You’re not opposed to pink are you?” you ask with a grin.

“Of course not. As long as it goes with the suit,” Harrison returns your grin before he reaches up to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on a chair next to him. You quickly avert your eyes once you see his bare chest and feel your face begin to flush, biting your lip. Harrison noticed the blush on your cheeks as he reached to take the shirt from you, making him hold in a laugh.

“You okay?” he asked quietly before you nod. After slipping the shirt on, he takes the tie from you and puts it around his neck. “You think you could help me with this. I’m not so great with ties,” he admits.

“Sure,” you say quietly as you turn around to tie the tie for him, stopping as you reach to take hold of the tie, your eyes widening slightly. “Why would anyone tie a tie if the shirt isn’t even buttoned yet?” you ask as you look at the floor.

“I don’t know… I was just testing a theory,” he slightly laughs.

“A theory?” you question him as he nods. “And what is that?”

“That I make you nervous,” he tells you as he watches your face flush again. You swallow thickly as you try to gather your thoughts.

“Well, uh… I’m not really used to standing in front of a guy without a shirt on,” you offer.

“We both know that’s a lie… You’ve been working with JK for over 2 weeks and you’re in school for fashion design so we know you’ve been in front of plenty,” Harrison corrects you as he takes a step closer to you, making you take a quick breath in. “See? It’s me… Why do I make you nervous?” he asks you quietly so no one else hears you talking. You shake your head.

“I-i… I’m not sure,” you say just as quietly.

“There’s no reason to be scared of me…” he tells you as you nod your head.

“I know that,” you say as you glance up at him. “It’s not that I’m scared really…”

“What is it then?” he asks softly.

“Can you fix your shirt first,” you ask making him slightly laugh before he buttons the shirt up. You reach up and help him with the tie like you were doing to begin with before you started to speak again. “I’m just not used to… being in the company of someone… like you… and having that person… show interest in me,” you admit, keeping your attention on fixing the tie. You feel his hands lay over yours and stop your motions, making you close your eyes.

“Look at me?” he asks you.

“Why?” you ask, eyes still closed.

“Please?” he begs you. You take a breath before you open your eyes and look up at him. He rests a hand against your face, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “I’m just another person, like you. There’s nothing that makes me any different from anyone in this room… except for the fact that I really like you,” Harrison tells you as he watches you eyebrows furrow.

“Me? You like me?” you ask in disbelief.

“Yes,” he laughs. “You… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first night I came here for that fitting. I wasn’t sure you would be here when I came back. Thankfully, you were so that I could tell you. I had planned on asking you if you would go to dinner with me after we were done and tell you then, but then this happened so now you know… But we can still go to dinner... if you want to go with me, that is,” Harrison rambles. You bite your lip as you smile at him being the nervous one and hold back a giggle.

“Of course,” you say with a smile. “I would love to go to dinner with you.”

“Yea?” he asks excitedly. You nod your head with a smile.

“How are things over here?” JK asks walking up behind Harrison.

“All good. All that’s left is for Harrison to put on the jacket,” you tell JK before he turns around to get the jacket and hand it to Harrison, having him slip it on. You smooth down the front of the jacket after Harrison buttons it, making sure all the measurements came out right. You nod your head as you look at JK and h gives you a smile.

“He looks great! Amazing job, Y/N,” JK tells you with a smile. “Also, I see my plan worked.”

“Excuse me, what?” you ask before he walks away.

“I paired you off with Harrison because I know you’re perfect for each other. I knew you’d hit it off quickly and obviously I was right, so whenever he gets changed out of my suit, you are free to go,” JK says with a wink.

“Well then,” Harrison says as he turns to look at you, eyes still wide and mouth slightly hanging open. “Close your mouth, love, you’re gonna catch flies,” he laughed.

“Did you know about this?” you ask as you turn to Harrison.

“Absolutely not,” Harrison tells you. “I would have mentioned something about it.”

“He’s crazy,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“True, but he’s a genius as well,” Harrison laughs. “So, how about that dinner?”

“You need to change first,” you remind him.

“Back in a flash,” he tells you with a smile. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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thinkingaboutyoungroyals · 5 years

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The Space Between Us (Chapter 5)

Summary: After the events of Costume Day, Cyrus asks T.J. for space. How will T.J. handle this distance between them?

A/N: I almost got distracted by the new “Fruits Basket” anime that I almost forgot to post this. Also, added a tag list at the end. If you wish to be added, please let me know!

“I got an 8/10 on my Math quiz last week! Highest I’ve gotten this semester so far!”

Cyrus smiled at the string of smiling and rainbow emojis following the text. He was proud of T.J. He wished he could tell him in person, though. But, there was a stubborn part of him that didn’t want to give in.

Normally, Cyrus hated moments of silence when it came to people he cared about. It gave him anxiety and he often lost sleep due to thinking about the situation too much. He barely survived when Buffy stopped talking to him last year.

But, this whole thing with T.J. brought out a petty side of him that rarely ever surfaced. He wasn’t pleased with it but after a few talks with his stepmother (a.k.a. therapy sessions), he knew that he was allowed to show his displeasure in any way he saw fit, granted that he didn’t hurt anyone, of course.

He wasn’t ready to face T.J. yet. And he was sure that the blonde was aware if. Which was probably why he never pushed for a response from Cyrus.

It had been two and a half weeks since Costume Day. A week since T.J. agreed to give him space.

And space, he did give.

He never purposely sought Cyrus out. Whenever they happened to meet in the hallways, he would simply smile, wave, and move on. And he texted Cyrus sometimes – funny memes, important things that happened in school (like getting good grades in Math), and photos of kitties and puppies he happened to come across. He never called, though.

Cyrus was glad about that. He could resist a text but a call? Might be a little harder to ignore. He missed hearing T.J.’s voice.

“Hey, CyGuy!”

Cyrus turned his head to see Jonah approaching him with a hand lifted up in greeting.

“Hey, JB!”

Turning his phone off, he stuffed it back into his pocket before reaching into his locker and grabbing the notebook he needed. Together, the two walked to their next class together.

“You seemed happy back there,” the brunette casually stated. “Something good happen?”

Cyrus shrugged. “Nothing much, really,” he replied and left it at that.

Jonah hummed. “Oh, I saw T.J. this morning. He looked like he was in a good mood.”

“He got an eight out of ten in his Math quiz,” Cyrus replied, absentmindedly.

“Oh, are you two talking again?”

He shook his head, feeling himself release a soft sigh.

“Still mad at him?”

Cyrus shook his head, again. “I’m not mad, anymore,” he replied, honestly.

“Oh. If you’re not, then you should just talk to him!” Jonah beamed, his dimples deeper than a well.

Oh, Jonah. Handsome, sweet, but naïve Jonah.

“It’s not that simple,” Cyrus explained. “I’m not mad and I forgive him for what happened. But, that doesn’t mean I can just forget about it.”

“I didn’t think you’d be the type to hold a grudge.”

“I’m not holding a grudge.” Cyrus sighed. “I’ll talk to him, eventually.”

“And… When would that be?”

Now, that was the million-dollar question.

…….........

For the past two weeks or so, T.J. had done a pretty good job of avoiding Cyrus.

It was difficult, at first. Excruciating, in fact.

Whenever he saw the brunette in the halls, all he wanted was to run up to him and talk to him or give him a high five or pull him in for a hug or even just say “hi”. But, he made a vow to give Cyrus what he needed. So, T.J. persevered and managed, somehow.

Sometimes, though, he couldn’t resist and would end up sending Cyrus a text or a meme. The other boy never answered but to T.J., being left on “Read” was better than being ignored, completely. (Or, God forbid, blocked!)

Sighing to himself, he finished washing his hands and drying them with a coarse paper towel. Jefferson should really invest in better paper towels for the school bathrooms.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he smoothed a stray hair back in its place before nodding in satisfaction.

He pushed the bathroom door open, but it bounced back as he hit something. T.J. heard an “oof!” followed by the sound of books and papers falling to the floor.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t see...” He froze in place.

Cyrus was standing there, looking like a deer in headlights, his eyes widening further when T.J. revealed himself.

“Hi,” the blonde couldn’t resist.

A beat or two passed.

“Hi,” Cyrus replied, almost shyly.

They stood there, awkwardly, for a moment before T.J. realized Cyrus’ things were still on the floor. Crouching down, he began to gather them up for him. Picking up a thin stack of stapled paper, he spied the bright red “A” on top of it along with the class and teacher. Grinning, he stood up and handed the things over to the still-stunned boy.

“Congrats on your history paper,” he said, sincerely.

Cyrus sheepishly accepted the paper and his notebooks. “Thanks. Um, you too. On your Math quiz, I mean.”

“Thanks,” T.J. replied, his heart picking up its space.

He never realized how much he missed Cyrus’ voice until he was hearing it directly for the first time in days. But, the light and comfortable atmosphere that usually accompanied their interactions were gone now, replaced by awkwardness and the looming reminder that mistakes were made.

T.J. made mistakes and he was horribly paying for them.

“I miss you,” he confessed in a whisper.

He wasn’t even sure if Cyrus heard. The other boy seemed like he was out of his headspace, just staring at T.J. like he had two heads.

Maybe telling him that he missed him was too much at the moment. Cyrus was caught off-guard. And maybe he was still mad. T.J. didn’t want to give him any more reasons to avoid him.

“Cyrus?” he called out.

Cyrus blinked. “Oh… um…” He still seemed out of it.

“Long day?” T.J. asked.

“Yeah…”

“Well, take it easy, okay? Don’t push yourself too hard.”

Cyrus nodded, dazed. T.J. really hoped he was doing better. He knew he was the reason his friend might not be getting enough rest, but he had hoped that this space would have allowed him, too.

T.J. would just have to try harder.

“Okay, I’ll see you around then, Cyrus.”

He forced himself to walk around the other boy, using every bit of self-control he had not to turn around and look back.

…….............

“I miss you…”

Those words sent his heart into a frenzy.

“I miss you, too,” Cyrus heard himself say before moving forward and taking hold of the front of T.J.’s hoodie.

To the blonde boy’s shock and Cyrus’ own, he felt himself drop his things, march forward, and plant his lips to T.J.’s.

“Cyrus?”

He blinked.

T.J. was still standing across from him. Cyrus still had his hands wrapped around his notebooks. And no kiss had occurred.

“Oh… um…”

He never told T.J. he missed him, too.

“Long day?”

He never kissed T.J.

“Yeah…”

But, it felt so real.

“Well, take it easy, okay? Don’t push yourself too hard.”

He imagined himself kissing T.J.

“Okay.”

It wasn’t real.

“I’ll see you around then, Cyrus.”

T.J. walked around him and it took everything in him not to call him back.

Why did Cyrus imagine that? Why did he feel so disappointed when he realized it was all in his head? Why did he wish that it happened?

It wasn’t like he liked T.J. that way.

The blonde was always a great friend to him. He made him feel happy and safe. He felt like he could do anything if T.J. was by his side. That was why it hurt so bad when he chose Kira over him. That was why it pained Cyrus to apart from him while he recovered from that ordeal.

Why was his heart beating so fast?

……..........

Cyrus continued to ponder on it in the days to come. He often felt himself lose concentration, staring off into space as his brain replayed that imagination over and over again. Part of him had hoped to run into T.J. again, believing that maybe seeing his blonde friend would give him the answer to a question he didn’t even know laid inside him.

Did he like T.J. that way?

He hadn’t officially liked a guy since Jonah. Sure, he found some of them cute and attractive. Cyrus would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t once think of T.J. as a handsome guy with a killer smile. And, maybe Cyrus had a thing for athletes, but that didn’t mean he liked his friend as more than a friend, right?

He had been there, done that, right?

Again, he was lost in his thoughts. So lost that he barely heard the faint voice calling out to him.

“Goodman!”

He jerked his head to the side, the voice alone making goosebumps crawl up his skin, and not the pleasant kind.

Kira was standing there next to his open locker, looking at him with a confused face, one eyebrow raised.

“What do you want?” he asked, unable to stop the snark from invading his tone.

Kira noticed too since she chuckled. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Cyrus rolled his eyes and turned back to his locker. “Just tell me what you want. Buffy is practice right now, if you’re looking for her.”

“I’m not. I’m actually...Looking for T.J.”

Cyrus turned his head to look at her, curiously.

“You seen him?” she continued, looking uncomfortable.

“Why are you asking me? Aren’t you two hanging out now?”

His question must have been expected. She looked defensive, all of a sudden.

“Yeah,” she stated. “We are. We’re really close,” she emphasized.

Cyrus just tilted his head. “Okay.”

“But, he hasn’t been sitting with us at lunch. And I need to talk to him about something important.”

“I don’t know where he is,” Cyrus replied, honestly and maybe with a little hard edge to his tone.

Kira huffed in annoyance. “Fine. I’ll look for him, myself.”

She moved to leave.

“Wait.”

She stopped in her tracks, eyebrows raised at him.

Gently, Cyrus closed his locker door before facing her. “I have to ask you something.”

“Okay?”

For a moment, Cyrus hesitated. He wasn’t a confrontational person and he hated conflict. But, this had been nagging at him since the first time T.J. explained himself.

He gathered his nerve. “What did you say to T.J.?”

The girl furrowed her brows. “What are you talking about?”

For a second, Cyrus lost his nerve. He reaaaaaally hated confrontations. But, then, he remembered how upset T.J. looked when he admitted that he did want to do the costume with him, but Kira said something that freaked him out and made him go back on his word.

What could she have possibly said that made his normally confident and strong-headed friend so scared and upset?

“On Costume Day,” he finally managed. “T.J. and I had plans, but he changed his mind at the last minute.”

Kira huffed, smirking. “Are you seriously blaming me that T.J. ended up wanting to do a costume with me instead of you?”

A hit to his self-esteem.

Cyrus chose to ignore it. “I’m not blaming you, I’m asking. T.J. wouldn’t bail on me without a good reason. What did you say to him?”

Kira shrugged. “Nothing that wasn’t true. Besides, you should be thanking me. I saved you both from embarrassing yourselves.”

Confused, Cyrus asked, “What are you talking about?”

The girl snorted. “Two guys doing a couples costume? What do you think people are gonna say about that? Do you want people to think you’re dating or something?”

Cyrus’ stomach churned with nausea.

Was that what T.J. was worried about? Looking like he was dating Cyrus when he wasn’t?

He felt like throwing up.

“I just told T.J. what I saw because, for some weird reason, he seems to really like you. And you know what? He made the right decision in the end. I mean, you got to do your stupid little group costume with your friends, right? Besides, you don’t want people to get the wrong idea, do you?”

A lump formed in his throat. “The wrong idea?” he managed, albeit shakily. “What wrong idea? That people would think I’m gay? Or that T.J. is?”

Kira shrugged, nonchalantly. “Yeah.”

Cyrus could feel himself shaking now. “And what’s wrong with being gay? Why is it other people’s business if two guys want to dress up in matching costumes? We weren’t doing anything wrong. Why would that be an issue?”

Caught off-guard at his response, Kira appeared to stumble in her response.

But, Cyrus didn’t give her a chance.

“There’s nothing shameful about me and T.J. doing a costume together. It meant something to us. To our friendship.”

He involuntarily took a step towards her and even though she was at least half a head taller than he was, he didn’t feel intimidated. Surprised at his move, Kira stepped back.

“And how dare you make T.J. feel like he should be ashamed of that? How dare you think you can butt into our business and make assumptions that I would be happy that you made T.J. feel awful and made me feel like he didn’t care about me, when in fact, he does! He always did. He was upset and guilty and I didn’t understand why because I thought he did it on purpose when, in fact, you put thoughts in his head that shouldn’t have been there in the first place!”

Shocked, Kira opened her mouth to reply but no words came out.

At this point, Cyrus knew he was close to tears. He hadn’t felt such anger and frustration and utter fury towards anyone before. But, it finally occurred to him that maybe T.J. wasn’t the issue. It was never T.J.

It was Kira.

Catching her eye, Cyrus steeled his gaze. “You know why Buffy didn’t want you on her team? Because you’re selfish, Kira. All you ever cared about was yourself. You say T.J. is your friend but you don’t care about him. You don’t care about anyone. And that’s a million times worse than people thinking you’re gay.”

With his head held high, Cyrus didn’t spare her another glance as he walked away.

His heart was beating hard and fast against his chest, the adrenaline still in his veins.

There was a part of him that was terrified of what he just did. Now, Kira definitely had a good reason to believe he was gay. Part of him was anxious that she would use it against him and out him to the school. But, another part of him didn’t care if she did because he wasn’t ashamed of who he was.

Most of the people he cared about already loved and accepted him. He knew they would always have his back. He had nothing to fear.

But… there were still a few who had no idea this part of him existed.

At The Spoon, hanging out with the girls, later that afternoon, his thoughts were still swirling. The adrenaline had long ago left his body so he was able to think more rationally.

He hadn’t told the girls what happened with Kira yet. But, he was sure the questions were soon to come. He had been too distracted since the moment he sat down and missed most of the conversation.

“Cy? You okay?” Andi’s voice broke through his thoughts.

Ahh, there it was.

Cyrus looked up at the two girls flashing him worried looks from the other side of the booth. His girls.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” he started, twirling his milkshake with the straw.

“Yeah?” Buffy questioned, furrowing her brows.

He smiled. “I think I want to come out to my parents.”

…………

T.J. yawned as he dragged himself to his locker. Another almost sleepless night. He maybe got five hours in, which was better but he felt like he still needed more.

As he opened the locker door, still half-asleep, he registered the many voices speaking around him. Everyone seemed especially chatty that morning.

“You heard about it too?” he heard someone say to his right.

“Yeah, I can’t believe it! You think it’s real?”

“Everyone says it’s real! There’s a gay kid in the 8th grade!”

The book made a loud ‘thud’ as it made contact with the floor.

T.J. found himself frozen and unable to move.

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I Wanna Be Just Like You // Werewolf! Daniel Seavey x Reader

Summary: Daniel and Y/N have been dating for a couple months now and he decides to take her back to his family's pack in Seattle. After learning more about Daniel and the werewolf culture, Y/N gets frustrated because she can't seem to fit in.

I recommend you read Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice before reading this, but you don't have to read it to understand this one.

Warnings: literally like not much lol just some angst, violence and werewolves. Maybe some cursing too.

6,386 words (omg!!!)

Taglist: @gracenadinelimelight @softavery @katie-avery @seaveyssparkle @kvd963 @dagmara-mae @jennasgolden @helloatomicshadow @sfx-bands @only-stan-mendes @whydontwenorway

~~~

"How much longer until we get there?" You laid your head on the window, watching the scenery and snowflakes fly by as the car sped down the highway. Mountains lined the horizon, the sun casting brilliant orange and pink light behind them. You and Daniel were currently driving to his family's home town, making the 15 hour trip there on wheels.

Daniel let out a chuckle, one hand lazily resting on your thigh, his eyes trained on the road. "Maybe another half hour, love. We're almost there." He replied. You laced your fingers with his, smiling at him.

"So how do you like Oregon so far?"

"It's pretty." You say, turning back to the window. "Can we go for a hike sometime soon?"

"Definitely. Are you sure you'll be able to keep up with me, though?" He replied teasingly, making you scoff. "Just because I'm human doesn't mean I can't handle a little bit of exercise." He brought your intertwined hands up to his lips, planting a kiss on yours. "Sure you can." He chuckled, "Oh look! We're here."

Daniel turned to the left, driving into a small town. The buildings were very spread out, miles of forest behind them. Piles of snow lined the streets, a few people walking by here and there. The car came to a stop at a red light. "This is the town I grew up in." He said, breaking the silence. You smiled, looking through the windows at the location. "It's cozy." You replied as Daniel kept driving, the light now green. "God, it's been so long. You're gonna love it here, I promise."

You had just finished your current semester of school, so you were spending a month with Daniel in his home town for winter break. He drove down the road, houses looming in the distance. At the end of the path stood one house which towered over the others, brightness streaming out of all the windows. The sun was long gone, street lamps illuminated the pavement with soft yellow light. Daniel pulled up to said house, parking in the long driveway behind many other vehicles. "Ready?" He asked, his blue eyes bright with excitement and joy. You smiled, nodding in response. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Well, come on now. Mom said to just come in, some servants will be out soon to take our stuff in." He said, taking his seat belt off.

"Servants?" You asked as you clicked the red button to your left, letting the polyester strap slide off of your body.

He nodded, confused at your confusion. "It's a normal thing? This is the pack house, where most of the leaders and their families live. So yeah, servants."

"Oh. So I'm guessing your family is..."

"My dad's the alpha." He said casually, opening the door.

Oh-

"T-that's cool." You stutter, getting out of the car and closing the door behind you.

Daniel started walking to the house, and you followed close behind. He waltzed right into the door, a wide grin on his face.

The house was very open, but cozy. To the left was the kitchen, where a few older ladies were bustling around cooking. To the right was a large staircase, spiraling up to the second floor. Children ran around the space, chasing each other through the halls. The soft hum of chatter and laughter filled the room. The room opened up ahead, couches positioned in a U-shape around a large flat screen TV. A few people sat there, deep in conversation. Large windows took the place of the back wall, revealing the midnight blue sky and silhouettes of the trees and mountains.

"I'm home!" Daniel announced loudly, smiling.

"Daniel?"

"Daniel!"

A swarm of people surrounded the two of you as you closed the heavy front door behind you. An older woman pulled him into a hug, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I missed you." She said, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I missed you too, mom."

"Did you bring a human with you?" A man asked suddenly, the room falling silent.

"Erm...yeah." Daniel grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to his body. "This is my mate, Y/N."

"Mate?"

"I thought his mate was that wolf he brought back last time. Charlotte, I think-"

"How did you know I'm human?" You asked.

The man chuckled, the deep sound filling the room. "Your scent, dear. It's quite easy to tell." His voice was stern, but his blue eyes were bright with amusement.

"Dad, stop teasing her!" Daniel groaned.

"Alright, alright. Come on everyone, let's give the couple some space." He said with a smile. The crowd slowly dispersed, only two people were left besides you and Daniel.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Daniel has said many good things about you." Daniel's mom said with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Seavey." You replied, returning the smile.

"Please, call me Keri." She said, giving you a quick hug. "I'll be in the kitchen making dinner if you need me. You'll be staying in Daniel's old room, and all of your things should already be there."

"Thanks mom." He said as she walked off.

"Danny!" A small figure hurled at him, landing in his arms.

A tiny girl, no older than ten hugged his torso tight as he spun her around in circles. "Reese! You've gotten so big." He said with a laugh, holding her.

"I grew 3 inches!" She said to him, holding out three fingers. "I even changed into my wolf yesterday!"

"Oh really? Congrats!"

You smiled at the sight of Daniel and Reese, stepping back to give them space.

"Who's that?" She asked, pointing at you.

"That's my mate, Y/N."

She stuck her tongue out at you and turned back to him. "Why is she human?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why isn't she a wolf too?"

"She's just...a little different."

"Oh."

Well, isn't that reassuring.

"Mhm. She's like Aunt Keri."

Reese nodded thoughtfully, her face contorting into a serious expression. "Interesting."

Daniel chuckled, setting her back down on her feet. "Why don't you go play with Isla and Svea? Y/N and I still need to unpack."

"You're staying?" She asked excitedly, her eyes lighting up.

"Yep! For a whole month."

"Yay! Come play with us when you're done, okay?"

"I will, Reese. Now come on, they're probably waiting for you."

"Bye Danny!" She ran off with a smile on her face.

Daniel is so good with kids.

You couldn't keep the smile off of your face as you watched him usher her away.

He sighed, turning back towards you. "What?"

"What? Oh- nothing." You reply, your cheeks red with embarrassment.

"I know that look, Y/N." He said as you followed him up the stairs.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on Y/N. Don't deny it. What were you thinking about?" He pressed as you walked up to the third floor and down the hall. He walked past the rows of doors and windows before stopping in front of a door at the end of the corridor. He grasped the gold handle in his right hand, pushing the door open with ease. "I was just thinking." You replied as you walked in close behind him.

"Ah, exactly the way I left it." The spacious room was painted blue, a city skyline painted on one wall. A large bed was pushed to one side, a desk to the other. Two large windows let in some moonlight, illuminating the room with pale light. By the desk were rows of instruments, a microphone, and speakers, almost identical to his musical set-up at your house in LA. Daniel flopped down on the bed face first, letting out a loud, happy sigh.

“Come lay with me.”

You walked over to the bed, laying down next to him. He turned his face so that he was no longer facing the sheets and smiled at you.

“Don’t we have to unpack?” You asked, giggling. He pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist. “We have time.” He replied, burying his head in your hair. “Let me spend time with my mate first.”

You smiled, drawing lazy circles on his shoulder.

“What’s it like being a werewolf?” You asked curiously after a brief moment of silence.

He stayed silent for a while, thinking. “It’s hard to explain.” He replied, “I guess it’s kind of like having a voice in your head that’s telling you what to do.” He laughed. “Oh, and the wolf thing. I don’t think I’d ever be able to explain that.”

You giggled, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “It’s okay if you can’t explain it, Danny. I just wanna get to know this side of you better.”

He nodded, drawing you closer.

Silence filled the room again, until you spoke up suddenly.

“What does it feel like to have a mate? In your perspective, I guess.”

“It’s the best feeling in the entire world.” He murmured, nipping at your ear with his teeth playfully. “But kind of annoying, at first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Having to wait so long, watching you date other people, not being able to be as close as I wanted to be for so long. God, seeing you with your scumbag ex made me almost lose it.” He let out a low growl. “I’m glad he left. Since you’re my mate, I can feel your feelings too. I could sense you were miserable with him.” He explained, “When you’re sad, I’m sad. When you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“Is that supposed to happen to me too?”

He shook his head. “You’re human, so your soul won’t feel it the same way mine does.”

“Oh.” You mumbled. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I wish I knew.”

“It’s okay, baby.” He replied, “I’d wait a million years for you if I had to.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek lovingly.

A knock interrupted the moment, making Daniel sit up. “God dammit Jack. What do you want?”

“Wow, Hello to you too Daniel. Dinner is almost ready. Come downstairs when you’re done doing um...whatever you’re doing.” Jack said with a chuckle, closing the door and walking out.

Daniel groaned, laying back down next to you. “I don’t wanna go all the way back downstairs. I wanna say with you.” He whined, playing with your hair.

You laughed, sitting up. “Come on, Danny. We should get ready and go.” He pouted and sat up.

“Fine, whatever.”

~~~

“She’s a quiet one. Now if Charlotte were here-“

“Myta, don’t tease her.”

“Y/N is just a little shy, that’s all.” Daniel said, standing up for you.

You sat at the large, round dining table, slowly eating your food as the families around you discussed whatever was on their minds.

“So when are you two going to have pups?”

You stopped eating immediately, almost choking.

“Dad!”

“You know, when your mother and I were your age we-“

Zach cleared his throat, stopping Daniel’s father mid-sentence.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you Alpha, but we’re trying to eat? I’d rather not talk about babies right now.”

“I agree with Zach. Luna makes good food.” Jack said, his mouth full.

Daniel put his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles into your skin with his thumb.

“Are you alright?” He whispered to you, concern lacing his tone. You nodded in response, sending him a small smile. “Yeah.” You replied softly, lacing your fingers with his. He gave you a smile back, rejoining the conversation his parents were having.

“Are Corbyn and Christina coming soon?” Jonah asked, looking over at you from across the table.

“Yep, she texted me earlier. They’re driving up now.” You replied with a smile.

“Corbyn and Christina are your friends from LA right?” Keri asked. The boys nodded.

“Oh, Corbyn isn’t apart of your pack?” You asked curiously.

Daniel shook his head. “He’s from a pack in Virginia. We met him in LA.”

“Ohhh okay.”

The room filled with the comfortable hum of chatter as you all finished your meals with no further interruptions.

“Anyone want dessert?”

~~~

You sat in front of a ceiling-high window in the living room, a cup of tea from Keri in your hands as you gazed up at the stars. Everyone else had gone off to their rooms, resting for the day ahead. You, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. You had gone out of Daniel’s room and went downstairs, where Keri found you. She was just about to head upstairs so she made ginger lemon tea for you to try to help your restlessness.

Maybe it was the change in time, keeping you awake or the occasional howls from the wolves outside, but it was mostly your thoughts keeping you awake.

Would they like me more if I was a werewolf?

Who is Charlotte? Would Daniel have ended up with her if he didn’t meet me?

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” A voice sounded behind you, making you jump. You turned to find Daniel walking towards you, his face contorting with concern.

You shook your head as he sat down next to you, draping a plush blanket over your shoulders.

“No. How’d you know?”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I can feel when you’re not near me. Oh, and mom told me on her way to her room.”

You leaned into his chest, warmth radiating off of him. You took a small sip from the mug in your hands.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?”

You shrugged in response, your eyes drawing back towards the scenery outside.

He sighed, the moonlight making his blue eyes twinkle. “Come on, babe. You can talk to me.”

You shook your head, looking back up at him. “I was just...thinking. I’m not used to this whole werewolf thing yet, I guess.”

“Oh.” He mumbled, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “I know, it’s a little weird at first. You don’t have to stay the whole time with me if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, no it’s fine. I just need a little time to get used to it.” You said with a smile.

“Okay.” He said, returning the smile with a toothy grin of his own. “Nothing else is bothering you?”

“Nope.”

He sighed, the smile falling as soon as it appeared. “You’re lying.”

“What?”

“Y/N, you may be good at hiding it, but you’re not going to get anything past me.” He chuckled. “When you lie, your heart speeds up a couple beats and you bite your lip.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, you can tell me. Spit it out.”

“Who’s Charlotte?”

He froze, his tongue darting out and swiping across his lips. He looked down, taking your tiny hands in his large ones. “She...was a friend. We were really close, and everyone thought we were mates, or that at least we’d end up together. Then I found out she was only close to me because she wanted to be Luna.” He blurted out, “She only talked to me because of my status. I ditched her a long time ago and haven’t seen her since.”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

“It’s fine Y/N.” He pulled you closer and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Lets go to bed now, yeah?”

You nodded, letting out a small yawn.

“Alright. Come on, sleepy.”

~~~

The next few days were quite uneventful, full of small conversations with family and watching Daniel train with the boys. You sat at the side of the field with Christina, watching as they playfully tackled each other.

“Daniel! Don’t hit me I’m wEAK-“

He laughed, running at Jack. “You’re not weak, Beta.”

“I’m weak compared to you, so sToP!”

“Cheeseitz, they’re so aggressive.” You said, shivering as snowflakes started falling from the light gray sky.

“Well duh, they’re werewolves.” Christina said with a chuckle, “You should see them when they’re actually being serious.”

Daniel grabbed onto Jack, pinning him down on the snow covered ground.

“Jonah! Help please.”

The older boy swooped in, pulling the curly-haired boy from Daniel’s grasp.

“Hey! Not fair.” He groaned, getting up.

Corbyn scribbled something down on his clipboard before walking over to the three boys. “Actually, very fair. You’re stronger than both of them combined, future Alpha. See, your endurance...” They continued talking about stats, looking over whatever data was written on the papers in Corbyn’s hands.

“Alpha?” You asked Christina.

She nodded. “You didn’t know Daniel was an Alpha?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think he’s ever mentioned it, besides the fact that his dad is one.”

“He’s always been so self conscious of his status.” Christina said. “We should go inside, it’s snowing harder and our puny human bodies can only last so long in the cold.” She joked, “I can tell you more about it inside.”

“Yeah, let’s go inside, I’m freezing.”

You walked inside with her, slowly peeling off layers of jackets the second you got inside and closed the glass door.

“So, what do you want to know?” Christina asked as you both sat down in the living room.

“Everything.”

~~~

“Wait wait wait. So you’re saying I have to-“

“Whatcha two talking about?” Daniel walked in, wrapping his arms around you as he sat down next to you.

“Not much.” Christina said with a smile. “Oh look, Corbyn needs me. I’ll be back.” She got up and walked out of the living room, leaving you two alone.

“You’re sweaty.”

Daniel laughed, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder. “I’ll rub my sweat all over you then.”

“Ew! Go shower.” You giggled, pushing him away playfully. He pinned your hands above you and peppered kisses all over your face.

“You’re not getting away from me anytime soon.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his limbs around your torso, his dripping hair and neck up against your chest.

“Hey, Daniel?” A servant walked in, his tone urgent.

“Yes? What is it?” He looked up, slightly annoyed.

“It’s your father.”

The annoyance went away quickly and he got up from the ground.

“Please, follow me.” The servant walked out of the room and down the hall, Daniel close behind. You got up, curiously following them slowly.

“-yes, it’s very bad. The healers might not be able to do much this time, Alpha.”

“Don’t call me that. He’ll be fine, we have the best healers here.” The door closed, their conversation now muffled. You slipped in, closing the door behind you. Daniel’s father lay in a bed in the middle of the room, his eyes closed and his skin papery and pale. Keri sat next to the bed, her hand in her husband’s, a grim look on her face. Daniel sat at her feet, his head in her lap. Doctors and servants rushed around the room silently, the only sound came from the beeping of the heart monitor in the corner of the room.

Keri looked up at you and gave you a small smile. As you walked over to them. You sat down behind Daniel, wrapping your around around him.

“Is he going to be okay?” You muttered, concerned. Keri shook her head and let out a sigh. “No.” She replied sadly, “Jeff is strong, but he’s an elder wolf and has had too much contact with silver over the years. He’s a bit weak and won’t recover for a while.”

Daniel turned around, burying his face in your shoulder, his tears leaving stains on your shirt. “I don’t want him to go.” he mumbled.

“It’ll be alright,” you cooed into his ear softly, massaging his scalp with your fingers. “He’ll live, I promise.”

Keri looked down at her son with sad eyes. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but she kept her mouth shut. Her eyes drifted back to her husband.

A doctor walked over to you and Daniel and nudged your shoulder lightly. “You two should go.” He said, “Daniel needs some sleep, and it’s getting late.”

You nodded, getting up. Daniel got up with you, his movements sluggish as you walked him upstairs and to his bedroom. He stumbled into the room and collapsed on the bed as you closed the door. He looked over at you, his once bright eyes now a dull blue.

“Come here.”

You walked over to him and sat on the bed next to him. “Are you okay?” You asked, playing with a lock of his hair.

He shook his head.

“You know, your dad is in good hands. He won’t-“

“You’d think I’d know that, I lived here for 18 years. It’s not that.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

He shook his head again and took your small hand in his larger one. “Can you run me a bath, please?” He mumbled, “Like back in LA?”

You nodded, pulling him to his feet. “But talk to me, please? I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“Oh yeah, you’re not a wolf.” He muttered. “Fine.”

You frowned at his comment but quickly pushed your feelings away.

“Come on, you glum chum. You’re still sweaty as fuck from earlier.”

You dragged him into the adjoined bathroom, turning on the lights as you walked in. He plopped down on the closed toilet, watching you as you prepared a bath for him.

You got up after getting it ready, waiting for the water to fill the porcelain tub.

“So are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

He pulled his shirt off of his body and shrugged. “I guess.”

You let out a sigh and hugged him, his arms wrapping around your thighs and his head resting against your stomach. He nuzzled into your shirt lovingly as you massaged his scalp. “It’s not necessarily the fact that my dad is injured. It’s happened loads of times, he’s a strong wolf and always recovers. Besides, he’s got another like 100 years to live.” He tugged at his socks and pulled them off, throwing them into a pile of dirty clothes nearby. “It’s just the fact that he’s not strong enough to lead the pack anymore. When he steps down, I have to take over. It’s stupid.” You pulled away from him and turned off the water, the bathtub now full. You mixed in some bath salts as Daniel peeled away his sweatpants and boxers. He sunk into the water, only his head and shoulders sticking out. “Why don’t you want to take over the pack?” You asked as you sat down on the tile floor next to the tub. He sighed, leaning his head back on the wall. “Well first of all, we’d have to move here permanently and I know your family is in LA. Second of all, it’s so much work. I hate it. My stupid older brothers are off doing their own things so I’m stuck taking over the pack.” You frowned, pouring shampoo into your hand before lathering it into his wet hair.

“I know you don’t like it, but it’s your responsibility Daniel. How would your parents feel if you backed out?”

He stayed silent for a moment, thinking. He sighed, leaning into your hands as you washed his hair. “You’re right. I guess it’ll be fine.”

“You’re a natural leader, Danny. It really shouldn’t be too hard for you.” You rinsed the soap from his hair with water before getting up and retrieving a towel from the closet.

“Join me.” He said as you placed the towel on the counter.

You slowly stripped out of your clothes before stepping into the steaming water. You sat down on his thighs, pouring more soap into your hands and washing his body.

“You’re so spoiled.” You joked with a chuckle, running your hands over his chest.

“That’s only because people like spoiling me.” He replied, his eyes fluttering shut. “They just fall for my natural charm.”

“Yeah, sure.” You said, rubbing his arms, his biceps slightly bulging with muscle.

“Well you certainly did.” He said, his eyes opening again.

“That’s true.” You replied, “I guess you’re not that bad.”

He captured your lips with his, his arms around your waist. He pulled away, his eyes traveling up and down your body. “I’m glad you think so.” He mumbled, his eyes falling back on yours. He pulled you closer, chest on chest, your head on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my pups one day.” He muttered in your ear, his hand traveling down your back.

You felt your body heat up more despite the hot water surrounding you.

He chuckled, playing with a strand of hair that escaped your bun. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” He said, making you blush more. “Shut up.” He nipped at your neck playfully, his mouth suckling on your sweet skin.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Danny.”

~~~

2 weeks had passed since you arrived, everything seemed to have fallen into routine. Daniel usually woke up hours before you, sitting with his father in the morning before training outside for the rest of the day. You did your best to be useful, both you and Christina helping Keri with whatever you could.

“You do know you’ll have to take my place soon, right?”

“Wait, I have to become Luna?”

“You’re Daniel’s mate, aren’t you?”

You nodded, playing with the hem of your sweater.

She let out a small sigh, giving you a look of sympathy. “I know it seems a bit daunting, but trust me, you’ll do great.”

You nodded again, trying your best to believe Keri’s words.

The door opened, revealing a shirtless Daniel. Sweat dripped down his neck, his hair a disheveled mess. You smiled at him as he walked towards you. “How was training?” You asked him.

He flopped onto the ground in front of you and Keri. “Tiring.” He mumbled, “Mommy can I have some food please?”

She nodded and walked to the kitchen, leaving you alone with him.

“Being an Alpha is so much work.” He groaned, turning to lay on his back.

You chuckled and sat on the floor next to him, petting his hair. “My big, strong Alpha. You should take a break.” You mumbled with a giggle. He let out a small purr, leaning into your touch.

“Stopppp.” He groaned, trying to pull away.

“Why? You obviously like it.”

“True.” He sighed, “but if you tell anyone, you’re dead. No one can see me like this but you, okay?”

“Okay.” You chuckled. He turned his head to the side and placed a small kiss on your hand.

“Come on, let’s go get food.” He said, hopping up. “I’m hungry.”

~~~

“Would we be different if I were a werewolf?”

It was a late night, and you couldn’t sleep once again. Moonlight pooled on the ground where you sat next to the bed. Daniel laid half-asleep on the mattress, barely paying attention to what you said.

“No.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t think so.”

He reached out weakly towards you, hooking his finger onto yours. You looked away from the window and at him. He slept peacefully, tiny grunts and growls leaving his parted lips.

“I just-“ you heaved out a sigh. “I’m just a bit frustrated, I guess? Even though I’m not the only human, I know almost nothing about the culture and stuff. How am I going to be a Luna if I don’t even know the basics?” You groaned, “Half of them probably don’t even like me.”

Silence. You and your dumb ass, you shouldn’t have said anything.

“Come here.” He mumbled, tugging at your hand with his finger. As you got up, he pulled you onto the bed and into his arms, your head on his chest, a hand in your hair.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, my love.” He whispered lovingly, nuzzling your cheek with his nose, just as he would in wolf form. “You’ll be great, I can feel it.”

“Yeah but-“

“No buts.” He mumbled into your ear, “if you’re still kind of iffy about it, you can talk to my mom. She was in the same situation as you are now.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to her tomorrow then.” You mumbled back, snuggling into his warmth. He smiled and kissed you softly. “I wish I could help you more, love, but I don’t know what it’s like being human.”

“It’s okay.” You smiled back, “we make it work.”

“Yeah, like always.” He said.

“Best friends against the world.” You replied with a grin.

“Of course.” He chuckled, nipping at your ear with his teeth. “Come on, my love, let’s go to sleep.”

~~~

The next day, you decided to talk to Keri while Daniel was out training yet again.

“Keri?”

“Yes, dear?”

“C-can you help me with something?”

She nodded and put her mug down. “Is something wrong?”

“No- well, yeah. I’m scared, and frustrated about this whole ‘becoming the Luna’ thing. Daniel said I should talk to you about it.”

“Ah, Daniel told me about that this morning. Why are you scared?”

“Well, I’m different. Do I really have what it takes? I mean, I barely know anything.”

“If it makes you feel better, I was in a similar situation as you’re in now. If you want, I can teach you everything you need to know.”

“Thank you, Keri.”

“Of course.” She smiled, “is that all that was bothering you?”

You shook your head. “Is there a way to turn into a werewolf?”

“Yes, but,” she sighed, “it’s extremely dangerous. If you want to become a werewolf, you need to be bitten by one on the full moon. Your body will end up rejecting it and you’ll die. Very few people survive torture like that.”

Well fuck, never mind.

“But I’m a human. Don’t they deserve a strong werewolf to take over as Luna?”

“Being a werewolf doesn’t make you a good leader. In fact, I’m human too.” She said with a chuckle, “I’ve seen you interact with the pack. You’ll be a good leader, Y/N.”

“You’re human too?”

“Yes. I grew up around werewolves, but I’m human.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“Don’t worry too much about being a werewolf or not, Y/N. That would be like saying you can’t lead because of your ethnicity. It’s about what’s on the inside.”

You nodded again, taking in every word she said. “Thank you.” You smiled.

“Of course.” She pulled you into a loving embrace, which you accepted with open arms. “You’re family.”

~~~

The full moon. A time where all the werewolves in the house went into the woods for a few days to keep the few humans around safe. This was a normal routine you had gotten used to over the few months, but Daniel was always hesitant on leaving.

“I don’t wanna leave you.” He mumbled, hugging your waist tightly. He rested his head on your stomach, a pout on his lips.

“Come on, bro. We need to go before it’s too late.” Jack said, poking Daniel’s arm repeatedly.

He sighed and got up from his knees. “Fine.”

“You’ll be back before you know it.” You told him, placing a small kiss on his lips. “It’s only for a few days.”

He squeezed you tight, kissing you back passionately. “Be careful, okay? Don’t go outside until we get back.” He murmured.

“Okay.” You replied softly, sinking into his embrace. “You be careful too.”

He nodded, smiling. “I’ll see you in a few days, my love.”

You pulled away and watched him join his pack members, all running off into the nearby woods.

Soon after everyone left, Keri shut all the windows and doors, enclosing herself, you, Christina and Anna safely inside. You all sat in a circle, watching the sunset and eating small snacks.

“Wait, Anna you’re human? But your brothers are all werewolves.”

She shrugged and smiled. “I guess I got more human than wolf genes.”

“Ohh, makes sense.” Christina replied, “well welcome to the human club.”

Anna laughed, taking another bite out of the cookie in her hands.

Silence filled the practically empty house, a large contrast to how it had been hours before. The sun sank deeper and deeper below the horizon, the full moon shining in the distance. Time quickly passed and soon enough everyone had gone to bed, leaving you alone in the living room. Like almost every night, you were up late and couldn’t sleep.

I wonder what Daniel is doing right now.

Of course, having to separate for a few days each month was normal, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt every moment that you were apart. You felt a sharp pang in your heart just thinking about it.

Is this how he feels all the time?

A low growling noise interrupted your thoughts. “What was that?” You mumbled to yourself, getting up from where you previously sat on the ground. You tiptoed towards the sound, confused.

You quickly grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be your steel water bottle, and made your way down the hall. This feels familiar.

A dark blur flew by, caught in your peripheral vision. It couldn’t have been anyone who was in the house with you, as they were all upstairs asleep. You dashed quickly towards where the blur went, bottle in hand. You saw it run back into the living room, so you quickly followed.

You hid behind a wall, catching your breath for only a moment.

Okay, on three.

One.

Two.

Three.

You jumped out from your hiding spot, swinging your weapon around wildly with your eyes screwed shut.

A low growl sounded from in front of you, making you open your eyes.

“Daniel?”

He was in his wolf form, of course, circling you. His once bright blue eyes turned to a deep blood red, his lip turned up into a snarl.

How did he get in?

You quickly backed away from him, the bottle in your hands pointed at him.

“Daniel…” you started, walking backwards towards the door.

He followed you, eyes trained on yours, stalking you as if you were a piece of prey.

“It’s just me, Y/N. Your girlfriend?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, making you cringe. “Come on, it’s okay bud.”

You bumped into a corner, effectively trapping yourself.

Daniel growled again, lunging towards you. You stifled a gasp as a pair of fangs sunk into your shoulder. You fell to the ground, blacking out from the pain.

~~~

“God, I’m so stupid!”

“It wasn’t your fault, dear.”

“But it kind of was, mom. I should’ve controlled him better, I can usually get him under my-“

“Daniel. Stop beating yourself up. She’s going to be okay. You can’t change what’s already happened.”

You laid neatly on a plush white bed, in a room you quickly recognized as one in the infirmary. Your left arm was wrapped in thick layers of gauze, two pools of blood slightly sweeping through. Your head spun, the bright fluorescent lights slightly blinding you.

“D-Daniel?” You croaked, weakly sitting up.

“You’re awake! Oh, god, lay back down please.” He replied, departing from his mother and kneeling at the bed next to you. He took your face in his warm hands and kissed you. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled again and again between every kiss.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled back, resting your forehead on his.

He stroked your hair gently, looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“What happened?”

He pouted and took your hands in his, rubbing small circles into your soft skin with his thumb.

“I-I bit you.”

“You...bit me?”

“Yeah. In my wolf form. You do know what’s going to happen to you, right?”

You nodded. “I’ll fight through it, okay? Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Everything’s not fine. I can’t lose you.” He whined. “The survival rate is like, 0.15 percent. It’s even lower if you get bitten by an Alpha and-“

“Daniel.”

“God, you’re going to be in so much pain for the next few days even if you do survive I’m so sorry-“

“Daniel James Seavey. You can stop rambling.” You interrupted, a smile growing on your face.

“Right. Yeah...everything’s going to be fine. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips, filling you with warmth and happiness.

“Also, what’s with you and attacking me with water bottles?”

“I have no clue.”

~~~

The next few days were miserable for you. Even though you spent most of the day asleep, you were in constant pain and extreme discomfort. Saying that you’d be in immense pain was an understatement.

“Do you need anything, love?” Daniel asked for the tenth time today, sitting on the bed next to you.

“No, I’m fine.” You winced slightly from the pain in your chest.

“Feel any different today?”

“You mean besides the excruciating pain?”

“Besides that, love.”

“Kind of, but not really. Do you sense anything?”

He nodded. “You still smell human, but you have a different aura now. The boys think you’re going to turn into an omega, and it certainly feels like that.”

“What’s an omega?”

He chuckled and twirled a lock of your hair in his fingers. “An omega is the closest a werewolf can get to a human. They’re the lowest of the pack usually, and can’t change into their wolf form unless they’re in severe danger. They also don’t get affected by the full moon.”

“Oh-“

“Mhm. But the status thing won’t affect you.”

You hugged your pillow close to your stomach, letting out a small growl from pain. “How come?”

“Your growls are so cute.” He muttered, placing a small kiss on your head. “And you’re with me, dummy. You’ll be Luna.”

“Shut up.” You replied with a chuckle, plucking his forehead.

“Ouch! That hurt.” He whined.

“I’m glad you’re finally back.”

“Me too.” You said, smiling. “Being in constant pain for multiple days in a row sucks ass.”

Daniel placed a large hand on your stomach, radiating warmth from his skin. “I wish I could help you more.” He mumbled.

“Just being here is enough, Danny.” You replied, lacing your fingers between his.

He grinned and slid into bed next to you, pulling the white covers over you both.

“I love you.”

“I love you Danny.”

#daniel seavey #daniel seavey fanfic #why dont we #why dont we music #why dont we au #werewolf #werewolves #werewolf au #corbyn besson #jonah marais #jack avery #zach herron #au #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot

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spidergwenstefani · 6 years

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Finals Week

This is a really self-indulgent semi sequel to this ficlet I wrote a little while ago about theatre major Bucky and frat bro Clint. Apparently this is gonna be the AU i use for pointless fluffy comfort now bc I’m stressed with finals essays and these boys are helping.

I definitely shifted some background characters around since the last fic sorry steve but i don’t super care so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bucky spins his desk chair around in a lazy circle, watching the moon shining through his apartment window blur into a bright stripe with the rest of his surroundings. Someone on the floor above him has tuned their Spotify to some kind of low-fi study playlist, and Bucky feels genuinely relaxed for the first time in… months, actually.

This last week has been rough. Nearly all of his finals ended up scheduled on the same Friday and Natasha had to actually hold him back from leaping out the library window on Thursday night. It worked out alright. The Lighting Design 201 presentation had gone off shockingly well, the History of Stage Design final was way easier than expected, and his group project for Gender in Shakespeare really pulled through in the end. He half-assed the conclusion for his Dramaturgy essay, but there was only so much he could say about August Wilson without the professor realizing he was just spitting his class notes back at him. So now he’s done. A whole five days before the semester ends, too. It feels like a thousand-pound weight has been lifted off Bucky’s shoulders. He hums along to the slow jam echoing down from his upstairs neighbor, scooping up his phone to check his messages.

Nat (3 hours ago) Congrats on being done with finals

Nat (3 hours ago) If you didn’t turn that gd Fences essay in on time I will climb in through your window and strangle you in your sleep

Steve (2 hours ago) Hey! Me and some buddies were planning on going out for pizza around 7 tomorrow. Do you wanna come with? You can bring Clint so you don’t have to listen to grad students all night.

Steve (2 hours ago) Please say yes. I don’t want to listen to grad students all night.

Nat (42 minutes ago) Have you heard from Clint? He hasn’t answered my texts in hours. Not sure if I should be concerned

Nat (40 minutes ago) Send him a dick pic and see if that gets a response

Clint (3 minutes ago) im fckin dropping uot

Bucky ignores Steve and Natasha for now, typing out a quick response to Clint.

Bucky Well I’m done with finals

Bucky Can I convince you to stay in college with some fantastic Fuck Dramaturgy victory sex?

Clint i dont kno what htat is

Bucky I’ve explained Dramaturgy to you like five times

Clint i cant remembr

Clint what day is it

Clint bucky im dyin :’(

Bucky rolls his eyes, grabbing the keys off his desk and pulling on his sneakers. He would have preferred to avoid the Greek side of campus today if at all possible, but he has an idiot boyfriend to console.

Bucky omw

>>==========>

Beta Theta Pi is, as far as frat houses go, not the absolute worst. It had still been kind of a shock when Bucky realized Clint actually lives up to his frat bro vibes. Not only lives up to them but embraces them with the same enthusiasm Clint has for any other thing he cares about. Bucky could probably do PR for the Beta charity drives by now after how much Clint has gushed about them. Lord knows he’d do a better job than fucking Pietro.

Bruce answers the door on Bucky’s third knock, looking surprised to see him and vaguely stoned.

“Bucky?” he says after he gets a few blinks out of his system. Bucky wonders if it’s such a good idea to be smoking in his letterman jacket. Coach Fury’s been known to have a nose like a bloodhound. “Clint didn’t say you were coming over.”

“Has he said anything at all in the last twelve hours?” Bucky asks, shouldering past Bruce because he knows he won’t move on his own. Bruce is actually his favorite of Clint’s brothers. He’s chiller than any offensive lineman has a right to be. He does yoga, for fuck's sake. It’s probably the copious amounts of weed that mellow him out in the end, though.

“I dunno,” Bruce says, still blinking his way back to the present. He gives Bucky a slow smile as he shuts the door behind them. “Do you want tea? I made tea.”

“Maybe later,” Bucky says, because he’s just spotted Rumlow studying at the dining table and that’s the one Beta guy he genuinely doesn’t want to see today. He heads for the stairs.

“Wanna play Smash Bros?” Bruce asks as Bucky bolts for the second floor.

“Maybe later,” he shouts over his shoulder.

Clint’s room is at the far end of the hallway, and Bucky frowns at the closed door. Clint’s the kind of endearingly codependent guy that keeps his door open unless absolutely necessary, never wanting to miss out on anything that might be blocked by a thin layer of wood.

He knocks more as a warning than anything, letting himself in and shutting the door softly behind him. All the lights are off and nothing but moonlight illuminates Clint spread dramatically across the floor, staring up at his ceiling fan like he’s hoping it’ll fall on him.

“Fucking Christ,” Bucky mutters, mostly because he’s not sure Clint even heard him come in.

“I’m gonna die,” Clint answers from the floor. “Statistics is actually gonna kill me.”

“You can’t die,” Bucky says, leaning back against the door. “My mom will be crushed if I don’t bring you home for spring break.” The moonlight is making the angles of Clint’s face look especially soft, and Bucky takes a moment to watch him pout before sinking down onto the floor.

“No, it’s too late. I’m dying,” Clint says, shifting to make room on the rug as Bucky crawls over to him. He wraps his arm around Bucky’s shoulders and plants a quick kiss on his forehead before turning his glazed look back up at the ceiling fan. “You’ll come to my funeral, right?”

“Obviously,” Bucky snorts, sliding his hands under Clint’s t-shirt. He knows his fingers are ice cold, but Clint doesn’t even flinch.

“Wear black, okay? Something sexy, so my enemies get jealous of the hot piece of ass I bagged before kicking the bucket.”

“Should I cry?” Clint hasn’t seen Bucky act yet, but he’s totally going to audition for The Laramie Project next semester and blow his fucking mind.

“As much as possible. Maybe mention how much you’ll miss my massive dick.”

“I will,” Bucky says emphatically. He looks up at the ceiling fan and takes a deep breath, doing his best to bring tears to his eyes. “I’ll never love another dick as much as I loved his.” Bucky’s voice comes out impressively choked up. “I’m cursed to a life of longing. The only man who can satisfy me is lost forever.” Bucky blinks a single tear down his cheek, and Clint’s staring at him when he finally turns back.

“Holy shit,” Clint says, moving to wipe at Bucky’s cheeks like he’s actually worried about him. “Do exactly that, please. When did you learn how to cry on command?”

“When my third sister was born,” Bucky answers smugly. “I didn’t appreciate how much more attention tutus and pigtails got, so I had to find my own edge.”

“Becca’s sent me a few pictures that say you still cashed in on tutus and pigtails.” Clint rolls onto his side so he can face Bucky better, pulling him closer with a hand around his waist.

“I rocked those butterfly clips better than she could ever dream,” Bucky says, and Clint buries his laugh in Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky runs a hand up and down Clint’s back. “What day is your Stats final?” That earns him a despondent groan.

“Monday. I’m so gonna fail.” Clint’s voice is muffled by Bucky’s sweatshirt. “Why the fuck did I decide on a Business major?”

“Because you’re smart,” Bucky insists. Clint shakes his head weakly against his shoulder and Bucky smacks him lightly on the arm. “You are. You’re smart and practical, and once you have your diploma you and Nat can move to New York and open your gym.”

Clint mumbles something into his sweatshirt that Bucky doesn’t quite catch.

“What?” he asks, and he tugs the back of Clint’s shirt just enough to get him to scoot backward and speak clearly.

“I said you’ll be there too,” Clint repeats, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Bucky’s side and making an effort to keep his eyes anywhere but on Bucky’s. “Designing costumes on Broadway. Having a meltdown every other day.”

“Exactly,” Bucky says, and Clint looks up long enough to give him a hesitant smile. “And on tech week I’ll gripe to you all night long and make you rub my feet.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Clint says, and his voice is too soft to be joking. Bucky leans forward to kiss him. Clint brings his hand up to Bucky’s face, brushing his thumb over his cheek while they lose themselves for a moment or two.

“It’ll be awesome,” Bucky says once he’s pulled away. “And all you have to do is pass one dumb Stats final. It’s all easy street after that.”

“No it’s not,” Clint says, but his face doesn’t seem quite as pinched with worry. Bucky shrugs one shoulder.

“Maybe not, but this is all you have to think about right now. And even if you don’t pass, which you will, Momma Barnes will be waiting at the train station, ready to fill that void of disappointment with cookies and brisket. They offer Stats over the summer. You can even get Bruce to help you study.”

Clint smiles a little easier and presses a kiss to Bucky’s cheek.

“Bruce offered to help me study earlier this week, actually.” Bucky raises his eyebrows at him.

“And you’re not taking him up on it? Bruce is pretty much Einstein. You know that, right? What are you doing in here when you could be getting schooled on Stats in the library?”

“Well, you’re here,” Clint says and Bucky just knows his smile goes all dopey at that. “And I think even Einstein would struggle with Stats after smoking that much weed.”

“You’ll study with him tomorrow though, right?” Bucky’s not going to let Clint throw him off that easy. Clint rolls his eyes, but he nods. “Steve invited us to get pizza tomorrow. I’ll pay, as a reward for studying.”

“Steve invited us, or Steve invited you?” Clint asks, scrunching up his nose. Bucky snorts, shoving at Clint half-heartedly.

“Steve invited us. To go out with him and his friends. I dunno why you hate him so much. He thinks you’re pretty cool.”

“I don’t hate him,” Clint says defensively, but he still shifts forward to wrap his arms possessively around Bucky. “I just want to make sure he knows that the position of Bucky’s Buff Blond Boyfriend is already happily filled. Also, fuck him. I’m really cool.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Bucky says. He’s kind of stuck in Clint’s steel trap of a hug. “It’s not like that. First of all, I don’t date grad students, and second of all we totally have more of a big brother-little brother sort of thing going on. I think he’s more into Tony, anyway.”

“Aw, gross,” Clint laughs, letting Bucky out of his death grip. “They deserve each other.”

“People probably say the same thing about us,” Bucky says. Clint grins at him, opening his mouth to share some kind of smart-ass response. A knock on the door cuts him off and makes them both jump.

“Do you guys have pants on?” Bruce’s voice comes through the door way louder than necessary. “If you don’t, sorry. Keep doing your thing or whatever. We’re starting a new Smash tournament, though, if you wanna join.”

“No, Bruce. C’mon man,” Bucky hears Sam say, and there’s the sound of scuffling feet like Sam’s trying to yank Bruce back from the door. “They’re probably having their own Smash tournament in there.”

“Bucky would have invited me,” Bruce insists, and Clint sits up with a laugh.

“We have pants on, Bruce,” he calls, and the door opens a moment later.

“Are you guys just sitting in the dark?” Bruce frowns down at Bucky, who’s still sprawled across the rug.

“Yeah,” Clint says, and then because he catches Bucky’s meaningful look, “Are you busy tomorrow? Think you could help me with Stats?”

“Yeah,” Bruce says, smiling easily. Bucky thinks Clint looks relieved, like he actually thought Bruce might say no. “We can go to the library.”

“Alright, Bruce.” Bucky stands up, offering a hand and hauling Clint to his feet too. “Let’s smash. I call the pink controller.”

#my fics #winterhawk #rated: g #college au #wait have I been remembering to rate my fics lately #i didn't even realize i was making a hulk smash pun until the very end #i was just thinking about all the frat houses ive been to where they do nothing but play super smash bros #also clint is definitely the friend that switches off autocorrect despite needing it the most #im sorry if his shitty texting hurts anyone's brain

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social-holland · 6 years

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Starry Night

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Female Reader

Word Count: 2492

Description: You fly out to visit Harrison during your break. What happens when you confronted with the feelings for your best friend?

Note: This is for @starksparker 10k writing challenge. The gif also belongs to her. Congrats again and thank you for doing this. ❤🎉

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When you were little all you dreamed about was having a partner in crime. Someone you could love, support and cherish with all your heart and someone who would just give you back as much.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work out as you had wished. There were crushes but they always stayed unrequited and the only boyfriend you had turned out to be someone who was only after your best friend.

School were your less liked years in your life. Giving you a rush of excitement when you finally had the chance to move away and start studying. You were excited for something new somewhere far from home.

And this time it didn’t turn out to be disappointing. With moving away, there was a new place to explore, stuff to adventure and new people to meet.

Harrison counted to one of those people. A fellow student introduced you two on a party at the start of the semester. Having a lot in common, you two took immediately a liking to each other.

Harrison, to your surprise, didn’t study. He was assistant to his best friend Tom and just happen to be there to attend the party. You two spend the night talking, getting to know each other and Haz was kind enough to accompany you home.

You two exchanged numbers and that’s how everything blossomed. When you weren’t in class or doing something for it, you spend your time with Haz. If he was home.

With Haz came Tom and a lot of other friends. Some of them only met because of the two divs. Also, the reasons why you would spend your summer in Atlanta.

Tom had invited you to come and hang out for at least a few weeks before filming would start picking up for Spiderman. The movie company had given Haz and him a house to stay and there would be also enough place to you.

Of course, you had agreed to it and that’s how you now ended up at the airport. Impatiently waiting for your suitcase, so you finally get to see your Haz again. Did you say yours? Of course, Haz wasn’t yours but you wished he would be. Ever since realising what a huge crush you had on your best friend.

First you didn’t have noticed how much you liked Haz. Not until Tom teased him and you one day while having a movie marathon for being so whipped for each other. Both of you laughed about it. Haz going back to watching but it had you thinking about Toms words and in the end, you knew how bad you were taken for the pretty blue eyed boy.

He was kind, adventures, pretty and all in all your best friend. The reason why you would always be afraid to make a move on him. What you had with Harrison, your friendship, was too important to risk it.

Finally, your suitcase appeared. You shook your head over your thoughts and took it before walking out to the waiting area of the airport. Nearly spraining your head to find him in the crowd. And soon enough there he was with a big smile and a ridiculous big sign with your nickname.

You laughed about it before calling him. “Haz!” As soon as he saw you, he ran over and picked you up. Swirling around with you a few times. Both you of smiling and laughing. It had been a few weeks since you two had seen each other and it felt good to be able to be near him.

When he stops swirling and let you down, his arms are not leaving you. Instead you two hug each other. Harrison pressing his face in your hair. “I missed you.” His simple words making you smile before you look up to him. “I missed you, Haz!”

He takes your suitcase and you both leave hand in hand the airport. It was not uncommon for the both of you to hold hands. Something that accomplished early in the friendship.

It makes you feel good to have your hand in his. You can truly feel how much you missed Haz. Having face time or skype didn’t make up for being finally close to him again.

While you are being trapped a little bit in your thoughts, Haz is rambling over what Tom and him had been up to the last few weeks. You shake your head when it’s appropriate to show him that you’re at least a little bit listening.

Watching his face and seeing his eyes light up when he talks about Tom and him pranking other cast members or Harry.

When you finally arrive at the car, Haz is kind enough to put your suitcase in the trunk before getting behind the driver seat. He turns to you for a moment, smiling really big. “I’m really glad you’re here, Y/N/N.”

“Happy because I’m here or happy you don’t have to care for Tom alone anymore?” You smile right back at him while teasing the blue- eyed boy. He groans over it before starting the car.

“Don’t even get me started.” The groan being clearly fake. You both know how much they take care of each other. Doesn’t matter how much the other one takes the piss out of them. True brothers.

“Well, since you are taking the topic to Tom.” Haz starts and you furrow curiously your eyebrows at him. “He is throwing a party at the house tonight for you.”

You laugh and groan at the same time. Knowing how wild Toms parties usually are. “No use to complaining. But I’m just saying, I don’t clean tomorrow morning.”

Harrison takes a look and you both know that you probably will clean tomorrow even through you say you don’t. If there is one thing that it’s that you can’t resist Toms puppy brown eyes and that’s what he will use to get (nearly) anything.

The drive to the house doesn’t take long before you know it, Harrison parks the car in front of a pretty mansion. “That’s what they let you stay at?” You ask not really believing your eyes. “Jacob and Z are staying here, too. That’s why this is so big.” Harrison explain before walking back to the trunk and taking your suitcase once again.

“You don’t need to do that.” You stretch your hand to show him that you want to take it but Harrison shakes his head. “I want to do it.”

He closes the trunk and walks to the door, you not far behind. Before any of you even have the chance to react, the door is thrown open and you can feel yourself lifted in the air again.

“It’s been ages!” Tom jokes before he places you back onto your feet. “Two weeks, you div.” You joke to him before walking into the house.

Harry is sitting on one of the sofas, smiling as soon as he sees you. “Hey div.” You greet him. He rolls his eyes over you while you two high five. Already greeting Zendaya with a long hug, as well as Jacob.

Tom throws an arm around your shoulders. “Loverboy is already bringing your suitcase up and basically under the roof. There is huge place for you, and Harrison is also close.” Tom wriggles his eyebrows at you before you push him off you groaning.

“Sometimes you are awful, Tom.” You announce before walking upstairs. You can hear Harry asking, “Sometimes?” before him and Tom start a brotherly argument.

You still smile over the Holland brother when you arrive in the attic. There are only two doors opposite of each other. One is open, and you walk into it. The room is huge. The walls are cream coloured and there is another door one the right side. Probably a bathroom or something along the line. A huge window is decorating the wall and next to it is a closet, your suitcase in front of it. Harrison is sitting on a big king size bed, playing on his phone.

You throw yourself next to him. “Thank you.” It comes out mumbled because your head is buried in the sheets, but Harrisons seems to have heard it. He pads your head for a moment before putting his phone away and letting himself falls next to you.

You watch him for a moment, starring at the ceiling, before closing your eyes. You pretty much slept on the plane but still start to feel tired from it.

You can feel Harrison suddenly get up and complain with weird noises about it. “Don’t go.”

He beams before he lays down again and you cuddle in his arms. “Tired?” He is starting to play with your hair. You just nod with your eyes still closed. “Little bit.”

You can feel yourself falling asleep with your head placed on his shoulders and him having his arm placed around your waist, the other one still playing with your hair.

It feels like only seconds when he shakes you awake. “Wake up, sleepy head.” Groaning you open your eyes. Harrison is now standing in front of you. His hair is wet, and he changed into black jeans with a white shirt and red baseball jacket.

“You have to get ready, love.” He simply smiles before making sure that you’re getting up and ready.

The first thing you do is look what’s behind the door and to your luck it’s a really nice luxury bathroom. Taking your favourite outfit, as wells as everything else you need, out of your suitcase and start to get ready.

After half an hour you done and already be able to hear music from downstairs.

You leave your room and when you arrive Tom throws his hands up and everybody else is cheering when they see you. Harrison comes over with a red cup filled with your favourite beverage.

Smiling at each other, you join the party. Making conversation with others, playing beer pong and just in general having a good time. Harrison is by your site for the most time. His hands always around your waist. You feel your cheeks heating up about it.

After a while, he excuses himself to go join beer pong again and you make conversation with Zendaya and a few other girls you haven’t seen in a long time. Hearing what they have been up to and them checking on you. A lot of them wanting to know if you and Harrison are an item, yet.

Which you deny, stating to only be friends. Everytime you have to say it; your heart feels like crumbling again. You wish there would be something between you two but suspecting that it would be like all your other crushes, unrequited.

That friendship is too important to risk for some unrequited feelings.

Shaking your head over the thoughts, you excuse yourself and walk outside. The garden is huge and luckily for you, there is no one outside. You still can hear the music though.

There is also a huge pool and you lose your socks and shoes to dip into it with your feet. Looking at the sky and enjoying the more or less quiet time before having to go back inside.

You didn’t want to seem unpolite or unthankful, but you needed just a moment to get over what you had to say inside. Without realizing it, it did hurt you. The whole Harrison thing was still a little confusing and more upsetting that you thought.

Being lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear how the door to the garden is opened and someone is making his way over to you.

You wake up when Harrison dips his feet next to yours, jumping for a moment. He laughs about it before checking you carefully with his shoulders. “Too many people?” He carefully asks.

“Hm-Hm.” You just answer. Here he is. This one guy that without asking too much, knows you better that anything else. You two sit in silence. Watching the sky, at least you do. Harrison is watching you. “Can I ask you something?”

“I think you know the answer to this one.” He groans. “Don’t joke now. This is serious talk.”

“Haz.” You laugh. “We are at a party and how many have you been drinking? None of this is serious talk.” He gives you a look you don’t really understand before continuing.

“Why did you never have a boyfriend?” You groan on the inside. Out of all the question, he had to ask that one. Why now? Why him?

Haz was someone that was so easy to talk to, but this one topic is something you couldn’t and didn’t wanted to talk with anyone about. Especially nor with him or right now.

“I did have a boyfriend or crushes if you’re talking about that.” You slowly state, didn’t even knowing why you say that. You have to remind yourself that this is Haz and it’s dangerous to go done that line with him.

“But not since we met.” You hesitate for a moment and don’t know what really to say to him. He talks before you can. “Why did you never talk about it or to them?”

“It’s complicated.” You simply bring out. He wrinkles his brows at you but you are not able to see it since you rather focus on the sky. “In which way?”

“I love them but they’re in love with somebody else or probably not interested in me.” You finally look at him. Harrison doesn’t answer to this. He is watching the water and looks unsure. Like he wants to say something to you. Probably trying to figure out, how to not upset you or something along the line. But you continue before he can even start, “I’m not angry about it. That’s how it is. You can’t make people feel things, they don’t feel.”

You just shrug with your shoulders while concentrating on the water. He hums, you’re not sure in agreement or not. Harrison takes your hand and draws little circles over it.

You two are quiet, hanging in your own thoughts. While you are watching the pool and the little rings you are creating the water with your feet, Harrison is watching you.

After a while he speaks again. “Are you really sure that everybody you have a crush on is in love with somebody else?” You are not sure if he actually said it because his words are whispered, and the music is still blaring from the House. When you take a look at Harrison again, he is no longer watching you.

Instead he focusses on your hand in his. Drawing endless circles on it while you are being breathless over his words. Your cheeks feeling like being on fire.

You don’t know how to react to it or what to say. So, you two continue to sit in silence. Him watching you and you watching the water.

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#Fictober Day 27

“Remember, you have to remember.”

(Panther!T’Challa x Reader)

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Gore, violence, smut, assault tw

Graduate school was proving to be more than a challenge for you. You thought you were done with the 8 am classes, stress, overnighters, poor diet choices (when you remembered to eat) but that was your fault because why would a bioengineering major need the best in life to succeed?

Alas, here you were, taking the chance of a lifetime to further your education with the world’s most elite STEM student’s to continue to advance the potential of humanity, with a more diverse facet of people at that.

Your HBCU had expanded their STEM department, which thrilled you as you did not want to take your talents to a PWI. You maintained a high GPA with honors as an undergrad and with a recommendation from one of your professors, you were practically begged to continue, with a full ride.

The auditorium was packed occupants, buzzing and milling around for spots next to their peers. You hadn’t arrived early enough to get a spot that you really wanted but there was an end seat at the front of the auditorium for you to take a spot.

As you got your laptop powered up, the professor walks in hurriedly, typing in his credentials into his computer and starting the projection. The schedule had his name listed as T’Challa Udaku, he only did his class during the Fall semester, and it was about Molecular and Genomic Evolution. You heard he was a bit odd and he didn’t make it easy on anybody, so curving should be left at the door. But you were focused and ready to get the year off right.

Once his set up was ready, T’Challa started things off. “Ok, good morning class. I am Professor T’Challa Udaku. We will be spending the whole semester together to get our brains in gear for some appropriate learning and discipline. Congrats to you all for making it to higher learning! As you should have seen the syllabus lists….”

You look up from your laptop to study him instead, and getting a boost of educational motivation.

When class dismissed, you took your time to get ready to introduce yourself, making a plan once class let out. Once the other overachievers came and went, you walked up to him.

“Professor Udaku, thank you for a really informational first day! I’m really looking forward to working with you over the semester!” You say beaming, offering a hand.

He smirks humbly, taking your hand firmly. “Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. As you know, I am new here and look to be of service any way that I can.”

“Of course. Annnd, even if you turn out to be a bit tough, that doesn’t bother me.”

“Good! I’d categorize that as a good quality for myself anyway. Nothing good comes out of something that is easy. What is your name again?” His hand still grasps yours.

“Oh, of course, (Y/N)! Professor Udaku, I’m really excited to pick your brain. I usually go to the office hours just for the fun of it even. I love to go deep with the coursework.”

He smiles, pleased with your enthusiasm. “Thank you, again. And please call me T’Challa, I’m not that formal, though my accent would make it appear so.”

You giggle goofily. “Of course, thank you. I’ll see you Wednesday!”

He waves you off. “Yes, hump day as I’ve heard it called. Sounds good.”

T’Challa had assigned a reading for the class to discuss during the next meeting. You go to the university library to read up as much as you could on the topic of the chapter and understood it pretty well, but you wouldn’t miss the meeting with T’Challa for anything else.

The library was as cold as the eighth circle of Hell, which was probably best; can’t be too comfortable while studying, or the books will start to resemble pillows. It was almost 6pm, but being Fall, outside looked more like it was almost midnight. You grab the bridge of your nose and check your phone for any missed messages.

Will I be seeing you later?

Just seeing him text you gave you a pang of arousal. You straighten up in your seat and prepare a reply.

Maybe, I have office hours to go to first, remember?

Of course, education comes first. Just don’t be too long, ok? I have plans for you…

You take a deep breath of longing as you set your phone down. You didn’t want to be at his beck and call, but you cursed yourself for wanting so bad to abide by his request as well. It was always a give and take, who held the authority in your relationship, but tonight it was going to be you. No way in hell you were going to let business slide before pleasure.

Walking down the brick street you pass the few shops that are still open, advertising soaps, books, food, convenience stores, until you reach the cafe Professor T’Challa marked as his place for office hours on his syllabus. The door rang as you opened it, activating a hello from the barista behind the counter. You give a small smile as you look around the lightly populated business, searching for your professor. The low lighting making it all the more difficult, you spot a broad shouldered gentleman with his back to you who resembled him. You hated meeting people in places for this very reason. What if it wasn’t him? You’d be walking slowly to stare and smile at a stranger in the end.

All the same, you take a deep breath and stroll over to his table in the corner. You walk past and look around to have luckily found your target.

“(Y/N)! So glad you could finally join me! I thought you would be earlier due to your enthusiasm when I saw you last.” Professor T’Challa says, smiling a wry smile at you as you take a seat.

“Well, I got a little too caught up on my self-studying, that I lost track of time. But I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. No other students saw you this evening?”

He shakes his head, picking up his cup of coffee. “No, it’s typical though for this early in the year. But come midterms, I’ll be booked.”

“Well, it’s good I can get you while I still can.” You smile, taking out your tablet.

Professor T’Challa clears his throat. “Did you want to order something? I hate to have something and you don’t.”

You look up at him from the glow of your device. “Oh, um, no that’s ok…”

“It’s really nothing. I can just order and bring it here. No harm, no foul.”

You look around the coffeeshop a little. “Maybe that’s ok...just a green tea is fine.”

Professor T’Challa nods, getting up with energy to go to the counter. You take the time to look over your notes, finding the highlighted sections that you wanted more explanation on. When you take your eyes off of the screen, you see to women from your class looking at you over their drinks. When you meet each other’s eyes, they look away giggling into their notepads and biscottis.

Your heart drops when you recognize the behavior. You look at T’Challa waiting as the tea gets made, without a care in the world. He never came off as the bothered type, it made you nervous. Why didn’t he seem to care about what others thought? Did he have any anxieties or insecurities about anything at all that could cost him anything?

You couldn’t risk being there any longer with the gossiping females, so you begin to put your stuff away.

“Hey!”

You look up at the direction of the high pitched voice and see one of the women from the table across the way standing in front of you. Even in leggings and a ratty hoodie, she appeared more gorgeous than you. “You are so lucky to have a class with Professor Udaku.”

Your guards are turned up to the max as her voice dripped with snobbery. “Yeah...he’s a great instructor…”

She nods dramatically. “Mhm! Teaches you a lot, I imagine. A mature, educated man’s man like him should know...a lot of things, yeah?”

You shrug, standing up. “That is his job and that’s why I’m here. To get some study help, so is there anything more you needed?”

The woman looks away biting her lip. “I just needed a little review from one of his students to help me decide if I should transfer myself to a course of his this semester. He is raved about so much already, I think I could fall in line with him too. A little after hours work to some things done…”

You click your tongue at her walking past her. “It’s your life, your money. Do what you gotta do.”

“Oooh! See, what I said? Must be good, she tryna keep it all to herself!”

Walking out of the coffeeshop, you hit a jogging stride to get away from the area as quickly as possible.

“(Y/N)! Hey, slow down!”

You recognized his voice, but didn’t think twice to stop. You pick up your pace to round a corner and cut through the quad to get back to the main road. As you huff along, you see someone coming from the side of your peripheral.

“Whoa!” you exclaim, putting your hands down once you find out it is Professor T’Challa. “How did you come up on me so fast? And from that direction…”

“Are you ok? I heard the last part of what that woman was saying, did she insult you?” He puts a hand to your arm and you brush it off.

“It’s fine! I handled it. No big deal.” You say, annoyed as you walk away.

Professor T’Challa walks beside you. “Listen, I get it-”

You turn quickly. “Do you? Do you honestly, because I haven’t heard of anyone coming at you like that girl just did to me? I could risk academic dishonesty or misconduct because of rumors like that. You might could lose your job, but even if it’s proven false, I’m the whore and you are still the irresistible professor who finangles girls into dates.”

Professor T’Challa looks at you sourly. “I don’t finagle ‘girls’. Don’t use that kind of wording when you’re talking about me.” You cross your arms looking at the ground in shame but refusing to apologize.

Professor T’Challa stares at you a moment before holding your tea out to you. “Here, take this.”

You hesitantly take the warm, not spilled drink in your hands. “How did you run without sloshing it around?”

“I have a very steady stride. Can we continue this conversation in the privacy of my office please? I don’t want to call attention to us, and I think it’s important we get past this before going down any other roads, ok?”

You sip the tea and nod as you both turn to the annex that his office was located in. The building was empty, as no other professors would be there in their right mind, so maybe that was a call to his character.

As Professor T’Challa opens the door to his office, he switches on the light and gestures for you to have a seat. The small office was surely a repurposed closet, but you take your spot in the chair across from his desk. Professor T’Challa takes the stacks of folders and documents off his desk on the floor, to sit on the corner like a man of wisdom, hands clasped and all.

“(Y/N), what’s going on with you? And I don’t mean that accusingly, I’m genuinely concerned.”

You shake your head looking at him. “I don’t know how long I can keep this up without it getting out or without me feeling insecure about it.”

Professor T’Challa looks down, pursing his mouth. “I had a feeling similar to that. I figured you thought the same. But...as long as things don’t get messy, it should be fine.”

“Well, shit, T’Challa. What happened back there? Was a whole damn pigsty of a fucking mess! Someone I don’t even know, knows me and my business, I worry who else does? Who would report me?”

T’Challa gets up to kneel at your feet. “I understand you, completely. Having a secret that you wish was more accepted and understood but accepting it a non-reality is just the world we live in.”

You make a whining noise while hanging your head down. “This semester just started, and it’s already my worst. We have to be more discreet!”

T’Challa takes your chin, raising your face to meet his. “Discreet or not, I’m by your side. There’s nothing that will keep me from you at this point. You have my heart.”

You sigh, feeling your defenses falling. “Are you sure some undergrad can’t come waltzing into your office asking for an A to tempt you?”

T’Challa kisses his teeth, standing up to go back to his desk. “That’s another thing. What is this ‘finangling’ business you speak of? Like I am a casanova of students hearts. I recall you being the aggressor in my office over the summer.”

You put your drink down, smiling all big as you walk up to his back, wrapping your arms around his waist to inhale his scent. “It’s because you are such a professional, I had to make it clear how I felt. I needed the study help as well, but we are grown after all. And you impressed me so, I just had to take a chance.”

T’Challa turns around to face her with your arms still wrapped around his waist, he holds your face in his hands. “I’m a slow learner believe it or not. But I am glad I came around eventually.”

Your lips meet tenderly, audibly smack as your mouths open up to one another, exploring each others depths as your nails carve into his back. T’Challa’s hips slowly grind against you, giving rise to his excitement.

“You think it is time we christen my new office?” T’Challa smirks, gripping your hips to turn you around and lift you onto his desk.

You giggle, unbuttoning your jeans. “These walls have to be about as thick as a strand of hair. Is this the best thing to get into right now?”

T’Challa takes off his Henley sweater, before going to undo his jeans as well. You’ve seen his body before, but it never fails to take your breath away at the width of his chest highlighted by his necklace resting upon it, firmness of his abdomen, and veiny paths winding his hearty forearms.

“Ok, point taken.” You kick your jeans and underwear off quickly.

T’Challa raises his hands before resting them on your thighs. “Ah ah, please. Slow down, I want to savor this.”

Kneeling down, he pulls you forward to edge of the rickety desk, spreading your legs apart for proper dissection. Your head rolls back as your pussy is fully exposed. You weren’t sure if it was relieving to be uninhibited or more torture to be waiting for his touch, but you were ready to progress either way.

T’Challa’s eyes remained glued to your center as his lengthy fingers painted across your lips, spreading your wetness along them. “This is what I’ve been waiting for all night. I told you not to keep me waiting with the office hours, and here you are making a scene.”

You scoff, running your fingers over his curls to urge him closer to you. “I’m not apologizing for my behavior. You owed me a discussion, and I got what I needed. Now, you can get yours.”

T’Challa tweaks an eyebrow at you as move his head side to side, letting you take control as he unfurls his tongue, you pull his head into your center so he can go to work.

You squeak out loud as he teased your opening with his serpent-like tongue, darting back and forth between your lips, holding you apart to keep your thighs from squeezing his head into pulp. Your stomach contracts as your hips buck against his mouth while he flicks your clit like a light switch, coaxing a moan with every stroke of the tip of his. His eyes smiled at you as your writhed from his mouth, he reaches to lift your shirt up along with your bra so your titties are hanging out for his enjoyment.

You play with one of your nipples as you moan his name, no longer caring who heard you through the halls of the annex, before T’Challa stands to take his member in his hands.

“(Y/N), you know this is my favorite place to be; between you, inside of you, with you.”

You pull him down for a kiss, tasting yourself off of his lips as he plays with the tip of his dick against your vulva, eliciting moans between your mouths as the vibrations tickle each others lips.

Entering you made time stand still a moment. Both of you froze under the pressure of one another’s muscles; you squeezing around him, he expanding your walls. Neither of you could barely stand it, but neither of you refused to call timeout. You make moves first, bringing your legs around to try and lock your ankles behind him, making him laugh breathlessly as he leans on the desk to dig into you further. You whine, pressing your hand on his chest, trying to breathe and relax around him but seeing his length inside you threatened to bring you over the edge.

“Bast, how do you do this every time?” T’Challa curses as he begins his rhythm inside of you, you grip his shoulders as you try to keep from seeing stars, but the climax was too good. T’Challa grunts under the waves of your walls around him, coaxing him to cum at once, but he holds out.

“I’m glad I studied before getting here. I ain’t reading shit after this.” You groan, as he picks up his pace inside of you, skin to skin slapping happily your pleasure act.

“How far did you read?” T’Challa asks looking at you in your eyes as he pumps you, biting his lip to maintain concentration.

You shake your head to think. “Uh...fuck, I think halfway through 3? Ahh…”

“Molecular diagnostics? Inspiring chapter…” T’Challa groans, laying his head down to kiss your neck.

You hold him close. “The strides made to be able to study….shit, the inner workings of the diagnosing deficiencies and diseases….God!...have made for a notable impact in lengthening life expectancies….Yes! There, please, like that!”

T’Challa looks at you stressed, grabbing your hair. “That is what I like to hear. Your mind and body, in sync…”

T’Challa pulls out of you, you reach down to stroke him as he spurts his seed along your hip and thigh. Feeling him in your hand, cumming onto you sent you into a sweet elation. You both heave breathlessly as your love wafts in the air, pecking each other adoringly before dressing again.

“I think you will have a good semester with that christening you gave.” You say pulling your shirt down and pants up.

T’Challa smiles, picking his pants up. “It always was going to be. No matter the situation, you have my attention.” He takes your hand. “You won’t have to worry. I have your back, you just let me know about any other disruptions, and I can handle it this time.”

You didn’t want to think about it after the high of good sex, so you just kiss him and let him walk you home.

Hand in hand, your apartment was right on the edge of campus, which was ideal despite the less than appealing people you lived with. It felt so good being with T’Challa, you almost forgot the area you were in.

“Hey! I see you! Hot for teacher, yeah!”

You both turn around and see some frat boy three sheets to the wind stumbling form a house. “I love it, frankly. My TA last year was so hot, it’s just a shame she couldn’t see how much of a catch I was.” He takes a swig of his beer before breaking the glass on the ground.

T’Challa steps up to him, pushing you back. “I think it is time to go to bed, young man. You have had too much to drink.”

The frat boy laughs in his face. “Really? Are you my Dad now, Mr. Rwanda? You can’t tell me what to….” As he lost his train of thought, the frat boy froze, staring at T’Challa in elongated horror before stumbling backwards and tripping to get back into his house and slamming the door.

You looked at T’Challa’s back in confusion, his back hunched, but not facing you, he appears to relax before turning to you again. “Are we close to your house?”

You look at him suspiciously as he takes your hand. “Yeah, but-”

“Let’s head on then. Class is in the morning.” T’Challa says quickly, walking briskly with you in tow.

He refused to explain the situation, opting to pepper you with loving compliments and recollections of the escapade in his office. It was a good distraction as you kissed him goodbye, promising to meet after the next class.

The following Wednesday, students pool into the lecture hall, awaiting the arrival of Professor T’Challa. You sat in the front, getting your laptop out and opening to your most recent notes, ready to start your day. You look behind you and almost instinctively lock eyes with that woman that confronted you at the cafe. She is chewing gum, smiling and waving at you with fake charm. You roll your eyes and go back to your laptop to wait for the start of class in as much peace as you could muster.

Except, class does not start for the next 30 minutes. Students start to leave, because if they knew anything, they knew that class was automatically cancelled after a certain time frame of a professor’s no-show. You sat there in confusion, pulling out your phone to text him as you gathered your things to leave.

“Well, you got him kicked out, huh?”

You hated to look to the aisle for the source of this statement, but turned anyway. “The fuck are you talkin bout?”

She shrugs, holding her hands in front of her. Who wears heels to class, honestly. “I mean, here you are, still probably washing the cum out your throat and he is not. So if he can’t be yours alone, no one can get a turn?”

You step to her, taller despite her shoes. “He wouldn’t want your loose, funky pussy ass any damn way.”

She makes an ‘o’ face, clapping her hands together. “So! You know what he likes! Ok, well school a bitch. You suck him off in between hours under the desk like a good little girl? You setting the curve for the course with that ass, bitch? Don’t know how you gonna graduate now though, surely you’ll have to suck some wrinkly white cock, which isn’t going to be as much fun-”

You grip her wig and snatch it from the top of her head ripping it apart. She screams in horror and a wig cap, running and tripping up the stairs in her heels.

“Don’t come back to this class in synthetic again, bitch! If you had a scholarship, maybe you could afford better!”

The remaining students looked back at you in awe, but you ignored them. She had it coming, and they knew. You look at your phone, no reply. You curse out loud, praying he really didn’t get kicked out for his interaction with that frat boy.

You spent the remainder of your day studying on your own, yawning as you check your phone. 10:30pm, and no reply from T’Challa. You tried calling him but it went to voicemail. You were beginning to worry, but there was not much more you could do than to wait for his call. You pack your study materials and head out to get home.

The chill of the air, made you feel uneasy as you looked up to the sky. Full moon, clouded over a little didn’t help the need to check over your shoulder every so often.

“Heeeyyyy, baby!! You walkin by yourself?”

“Fuck! I don’t need an escort, thanks!” You yell, picking up your pace as you walk past the trees along the conservatory.

“Ohhh, don’t be like that! I can’t raise your grades, but I can make you feel better, no doubt!”

You look over your shoulder to see the frat boy with two friends. This makes your heart rate pick up exponentially as you begin to run.

“Fuck away from me, damn assholes!” You scream, praying someone would hear you, but the campus was vacant along the environmental sciences side. You run through the trees.

“We got a runner boys! I love me some fast food! Bet she tastes like chicken, come on! WOo!”

You start to well up with tears, this impacts your vision as you run through brush and limbs, hoping you can shake them off, but their voices get closer and closer.

A limb on the ground catches your ankle, sending you forward against a tree trunk, hitting your head. You roll on the ground in pain as you hear them clobbering towards you. You attempt to get up, looking ahead of you to see some animal just a few feet away. It was too dark to make out, but it was either a mountain lion or small wolf-like creature bounding towards you while you crawled away. You were in tears now, between the guys behind you and the wild beast ahead, you weren’t sure which fate was worse.

“HEEELLLPP!” You screech, not sure what else to do, you curl up, praying somehow you may not be seen.

“Whoa! What the fu-”

The frat boy was cut off as you heard growls and the screams of someone getting attacked. Looking behind you, the frat boy was being torn apart by the creature. You saw blood.

“Shit! What do we do, Mark?!” One of his friends exclaim in despair.

Mark shrugs, “Fuck if I know! Yell at it!”

They curse and try and spook the creature, but judging by the silence of the frat boy, it was too late. The creature looks to Mark, aiming for him with claws and teeth. Mark turns to run but is taken down from behind.

“Shit, Mark!” The last standing guy looks to you. “Stupid bitch, do something!”

You look at him blankly. You didn’t mean to not help, you were just so frozen in fear. Two people were dead and they didn’t seem worth risking your life over.

He takes out a knife and walks towards you. “I’ll finish what you had coming. Tell your boyfriend not to fuck with us anymore.”

Just a couple of feet away, he is brought to his knees by the creature. Closer now, you could get a better look at him. Glowing eyes, all black and furry. Some sort of mountain lion for sure, possibly panther? It was so large and brutish you couldn’t believe it to be of the cat family.

It clawed away at his clothes, exposing his skin which quickly turn red as he cried out for mercy. Knife still in hand, he stabs the arm of the creature, making it growl a horrendous noise, before taking his head in his mouth. The horrible crack of bone guaranteed an end to his defense. The creature’s head snapped up, looking at you as it crawled towards you. You crab walk backwards, not wanting to be next, but too shook to stand. You could feel its hot breath on you as you sat there, closing your eyes.

“Please! Leave me alone! Don’t kill me, shit!” You beg, tears streaming your face as you prayed silently for it to be over soon, whatever was to happen. The creature snorts an exhale on you before you feel the cold air surround you once again, and a gallop growing quieter away from you. You slowly open your eyes and see that it left you, sending relief over you that felt sweeter than anything else in the world. You got up and found the strength to run home finally. You didn’t want to call the police. What would they think of her being in the woods with three dead white boys? No way in hell you’re getting caught up in that.

Class began the next week, you make it to T’Challa’s class anticipating his absence only to be pleasantly surprised. There his was at his podium like any other day made your heart swell. You couldn’t wait to tell him about the day you had earlier that week. Surely he heard about the guys, but he’ll be so surprised to hear your involvement. You were so glad to see him, you forgot about being mad at his absence.

When class finished, you took your time packing things away as the last of the students filed out.

“Hey! Where you been, man? I tried calling you?”

T’Challa looked at you sadly, taking your hand in his. “I know. I shouldn’t have ignored you, but it was a trying week.”

You look at him worried. “You too? God, it’s the full moon, I swear. Brings out the worst in people. But I’m glad you are here, I really needed you this week though, and maybe you needed me from the sounds of things. What happened to you?”

T’Challa stared at you, mouth agape. “I...don’t want to talk about me. Tell me your week first.”

You sigh nodding. “Well, the day you weren’t here for class, I went to study late at the library. Well, I go and walk home and that guy that came to you before when you walked me home? He came onto me, with friends!”

T’Challa looked at his feet solemnly, biting his lip. When he looked at you again, his eyes glistened with tears. “I’m so sorry…”

Your face dropped as you took him into your arms. “Oh, baby, it’s ok! You didn’t know! You can’t be everywhere at once! I’m alright though. It was just, a lot.” T’Challa holds you as you pull back to look at him. “It was crazy because, they were crazy and surely up to no good, but I’m from the city, I know how to get going, do I did. But then this creature thing came and attacked them.”

“The three boys, they are dead…” T’Challa wipes at his eyes.

You take his face in his hands. “Oh God, you’re taking this so hard, I can’t even process. T’Challa, if it’s any solace, they had it coming. It’s a shame their lives are done, but they weren’t kind to me, even if one of them stabbed that thing. It was the only thing not set to hurt me.”

T’Challa nods, eyes red and wide. “Stop comforting me, it’s you! I just...it shouldn’t have come to that. But I couldn’t-”

You shake your head. “You couldn’t do anything, it’s fine. You had to do, whatever. Even if you had come to class, what would you have done, huh? It was three against one!”

You pull T’Challa to you, rubbing his back again. “I’m just glad it’s over. They were so vulgar, it was infuriating.” He says.

You nod, taking in what he says you then become confused. “What do you mean? You weren’t there to know what they said.”

T’Challa pulls you back stammering. “Uh, I just assumed the three-”

You rest your hands on his arms, focused on him. “And how did you know it was three boys? I know it made the news, but how did you know my creature story was related to that? They don’t know what attacked them. T’Challa…” You squeeze his arms lightly, making him wince and walk away from you, rubbing his arm.

You step to him suspiciously. “Oh, did something happen to your arm while you were away? Let me see…” You life his sleeve to see it bandaged, bleeding through the wrapping. “God, that’s awful. Did you get stabbed or som-” You stop talking to peer up at him. The room was eerily quiet as T’Challa paces the floor cursing himself, “Remember, you have to remember...”

“T’Challa, were you in the forest?” He remains silent. “T’Challa, what was that-that THING? T’Challa! What’s happening, you’re acting so damn guilty!”

T’Challa shakes his head, holding the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t how you should know but...I reacted to the frat boy in a way that would’ve been the end of me here. He just gave me a good reason to get rid of him.”

Your body froze over as you were transported back to that night, T’Challa’s hunched stance, him appearing out of the blue. “Why weren’t you in class?” you ask.

He sighs. “Full moon. The daytime is horribly painful for me as it comes on so I take the day until I...transform and…” He holds his hands out in a voila kind of way.

You back up, hands shaking. “You killed three people...in front of me! So viciously!”

T’Challa walks up to you indignantly. “What was the alternative! Eh? They take turns with you and take your life?? That was not going to happen! It’s not my fault you ran in just the right direction for me to get things done!”

You cover your mouth to mask the sobs, breaking T’Challa’s heart instantly. He holds his arms out to you, but you fall back again.

His eyes widen with sadness. “I don’t know what to tell you. I do not regret my actions because I told you I would handle things if someone bothers you, right? I did that, and it is done. Bast’s sake, I just hate you had to see it and find out this way.”

You sit on the step of the lecture hall trying to calm down a little, reevaluating how things transpired. You weren’t afraid of T’Challa but this werewolf-type shit, what were you supposed to do with that?

“Do you have control when you are…” your voice trails off.

“As a panther, yes, I am still in my right mind to recognize right and wrong. I would not have hurt you.” He walks slowly to you, putting a hand on your knee. “I would never hurt you, that is consistent. But I won’t hesitate to protect you, at any cost. You have my heart, and I want you to keep it for as long as you want it, because I will always want you.”

Your head plops on his shoulder. “How long would you have kept this from me? Meeting you over the summer classes, getting involved with me, you had so many chances.”

He shrugs. “I honestly don’t know. I just hoped I could be seen as normal forever. This is by no means easy for me to keep to myself. I didn’t want you to think I’m crazy or a monster.”

You look at him as he looks over at you, taking his hand. “The last thing I see you as is a monster. I was scared, but...you saved me, how can I be mad at that?”

You felt T’Challa relax as his lips met yours again. In the quiet seclusion of the lecture hall, you had no clue what the world had in store for you both, but as it always does, time would reveal all.

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