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skippysartq · 2 months

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*Kiyoruu Tanaka - My cousin Amishi*

CW// sl*t shaming and transphobic misgendering

Soon they had start to get close and Tsukishima had become comfortable enough to start walking home from practice together.

One day after practice, some of the team went to coaches family corner shop.

Tanaka and Kiboken had sat outside with the twins waiting for, Tsukishima and Nishinoya to follow out the door.

There were these two girls from a middle school near by, were going to walking in at the same time, but stopped Kadashi in the door.

They all seemed shocked to have seen each other, by mutual the girls faces turn smug, the green hair teen frowned at them as they two began to speak, and "Oh Tsukishima, what are you doing still trying to dress like a boy?" One of them with a bow tied in her ponytail spoke loudly on purpose, like she want people to hear her words clearly.

A panicked look on Tsukishima Kadashi's face, as the three faced each other, he let go of the door letting it close, and he tried to move away from them but the two girls smirk evilly, following and blocking his way.

"Oh you hanging out with so many boys too wow who knew you'd turn out to be such a slut Tsukishima Amishi." The two laughing.

His face red and furious," That is not my name." He yelled through clenched teeth, so much that he could have shattered his teeth. The two girls only kept calling and teasing "Amishi, whose your boyfriend, or did she screw all of you boys already." The other with long wavy hair laughing and pointing.

Kiyoryuu could see the tears shinning in his eyes. "Just leave me alone." He tried to go again, they only stalked closer again until, a quick flash of black and Kento stood in front of the two girls.

"You better leave him alone, Hags!" He yelling in their faces, annoyed and offended by the twins word, the two left not before calling out some more passing comments and misgendering.

Kiyoryuu had been so confused when he heard THAT name being called to Kadashi's face.

Some of the team asks questions about it, but he doesn't answer them.

*Shun Kageyama - Shun meets Kazuya Kageyama*

Shun ended up starring so intensely, that he hadn't noticed Tobio coming down the hall too.

"What your starring at?" Tobio says turning his eyes to the picture of the man on the wall. "Dad, who is that?" Shun asked out loud pointing at the frame, after a moment of quiet.

Tobio smiled a little to himself. His son was starring at Kazuyo, Tobio's Grandpa.

"That's your Great Grandfather, Kazuyo Kageyama." Tobio tells him crossing his arms over his chest proudly. This was the first time either of the twins had even noticed there great grandpa.

"Oh, where is he? Do he and Grandma Yui break up? I don't think we'd met him yet."

It sadden Tobio for a moment, as he thought that the two boys and even Shōyō himself, would never get to meet Kazuyo, Tobio's hero for volleyball. "No nothing like that. But, well there is no way you could meet him anyways, he died when I was a kid." Tobio told his son solely.

"Oh. I'm sorry dad." Tobio frowns, it's been so many years but a part of him still felt sad. "It's alright Shun, it's was so long ago now." Shun just hums and nods.

"So did he go to Karasuno too?" Shun asked glancing over at the taller man.

"No actually, Great Grandpa Kazuyo went to Shiratorizawa, that's why I applied for that High school. Karasuno was my 2nd pick."

"Was he good a volleyball too?" The lil orange haired twin asked looking up as Tobio looks down. "Of course he was good at Volleyball!" Tobio frowns but it wasn't for long as he saw the spark of wonder and admiration for the man who inspired himself too as a kid.

"Wow, cool." Shun says seemingly becoming absent minded. As the gears in his turning. "What are you thinking about?" Tobio asks his son.

'He looks just like Sho back in Highschool. He was so cute!'

"Huh? Oh nothing" Shun shakes his head a continued his way to he bathroom.

"Oh, well Grandma and Mum, nearly got dinner really so wash up and tell your brother too."

"Yep." He leaves with a thumbs up disappearing around the corner.

*Daia Sugawara - Family*

"Hey Daia," the silver haired girl turns to see her 1st year teammates standing with some balls and the ball cart packed up.

The twins and Kadashi scooched past as they all place the equipment in their rightful places in the equipment storage of the gym.

"Why do you call everyone your brothers and sisters." One of them asks, she smiled, continued what she was doing with the clipboard in hand, writing a few things down before answering.

"Because I don't have my own siblings, I'm an only child. I really wanted a little sister, when I was in kindergarten, but my parents couldn't have more kids, so I stopped asking." She said with a smiled with an underling sadness to her tone and eyes, as they looked anywhere nut at them directly.

"And well everyone of you I meet, I feel like we are family on this team." She had continued, well turning back to the clip board. A list if thing to do this next club meeting.

"Aw that so sweet Sugawara." Kadashi grins at her, "Yeah that is nice to know I have a sister out of you, beats been stuck with him for family." Shun states, smacking his brothers back, knocking the ravenette from his trance, confused why the other hit him, Kento punches him right back.

"Hey I thought I told you to call me your big sis Daia, Mister." She laughs throwing an arm around the taller teens neck, bringing him down to her level and ruffling his neat hair, he was startled by the sudden physical contact, gasping worried "No," He says sternly.

While the twins beside them kept hitting each other, a voice from the doors of the gym were heard and the girl looks up. "Hey Daia, you done practice already?" The mysterious voice got closer to the 4 of them. "Oh hey!" Daia's voice bubbly and sweet to the stranger, letting Kadashi go, he grumbles trying to fix his hair. Then she turns to the two boys still throwing hands at each other.

"Oi, stop it now." Suddenly her sweetness turnt sour, her face scary, the two immediately backing off gulping.

"So who is the tall guy, with the long white hair and black tips?" One of the twins asked, curious about the stranger that looked kinda masculine, black slacks rolled up to his knees.

But then again the slacks pulled up to his stomach and lime green mid drift tee, in the corner of tee, the kanji for Miya, in a circle, clung to his curves to be feminine. Topped off with a cute straw hat, a red ribbon tied around it.

"I'm not just a guy." He laughs waving his hand dismissively, they all looked surprised once he spoke. "Woah the accent." The freckled teen mumbled to himself.

"Okay then what are? Transgender?" Shun questions, one brow raised, this seemed to peak the green haired teens interest, now paying attention to the conversation with light in his eyes.

"Uh yeah, I'm non-binary, which means I use They/them pronouns for when you refer to me in like a conversation with others." They say to the group.

"Guys this is my friend Kita Oda-Joben." Daia finally introduces them, now able to put a name to face, the three nod.

"And your future cousin." Oda-Joben winks nudging Daia with their elbow in a teasing manner, making her blush trying to brush them off.

"What's they talkin' bout Daia?" Kento questions with sass, crossing his arms and his hip popped out to the side.

"Oh, Daia has this crus-" their words muffled as a screaming Daia slapped both hand over their mouth. Nervously she tried to explain to them, "Uh it's nothing you need to know right now honestly, not important right this second." the silver haired teen smiles awkwardly turning away from the other, padding one side of her hair down.

Slapping her hand away, Oda takes a deep breath. "Damn you trying to kill me Daia, Masa would not like to hear that." They pout.

"NO NO NO NO DON'T TELL HER THAT PLEASE ODA!" getting all flustered by the situation Daia falls to the ground, looking dead.

"I'm Kidding, you really are weak when it comes it lol." They laugh, shaking their head at her. "Well I better get back to making my delivery rounds to some of the other restaurants in the area."

"Wait you live here?"

"Oh no, I live in the next Prefecture over, Fukushima, my Pa has a Onigiri chain near here and it uses the rice from our family farm in Hoyogo Prefecture where I am from."

"Oh cool what the chain called?" Kadashi asked politely, finally joining in on the conversation. Kento looking at the freckled teen from the side, seeing how excited to hear from the Person in front of them all, seeing the sparkling in his eyes starring intently at the other.

"Onigiri Miya, it was my Pa's last name before taking my ma's of Kita."

Daia had a view from the ground. It was a juicy drama filled view, as she watched the black haired teen starring between Oda and Kadashi talking between themselves.

"Oh just like Uncles Atsumu and Kiyoomi." A dark glint of rage and jealously gleamed in the blueberry eyes, Kento turns to his brother, voice coming out more growled then expected to the whole group, Kadashi glanced over with an eyebrow raised, Kento looked down as they continued. Shun looked like he was going to say something but ignored it.

*Kadashi Tsukishima - Drowning*

about a time when Kadashi was younger and nearly drowned in a pool when his parents weren't looking.

Tsukishima panicked remembering back to Yamas S (referencing my 'Goman'nasai Tadashi' fic a tsukkiyama tragedy)

And CPRs him back crying, Tadashi could see the panic in his eyes and the fear that lingered there.

As his pumped 30 times to her chest, holding his ear to her mouth with the view of her chest.

Nothing so he plug the child's nose giving mouth to mouth, the tears well in his eyes as the memories of his past life had come rushing back into his head. "Amishi, please, stay with us."

It was all he could think about in the moment. I couldn't save you then so I can't loose our child together. 'Was this what he was feeling back on the beach that day... trying to reach to me.'

"Amishi Please! I promised. I promised to protect you! Don't leave me again." The man began to sob as he kept pumping onto her chest.

It must be the hardest thing to see what happened to the love of your live, to then happen to your child of said love.

After once more, and never giving up, hope had shone down on the scared parents.

The little freakle faced girl coughed, water spluttering up out from her mouth, acting fast Kei moved her on to her side the water all rushed out her mouth. Once all out the blond man pulled her into his chest, holding her tightly,

"Amishi! I got you baby, my baby girl, I'll never let you go again!" Kei began to weep squeezing his child in a protective hug.

"Oh gods. Amishi, Tadashi, I love you, I will always love you, please don't leave me ever again please." Tears flooding his cheeks, of sadness and joyful relief.

I might do more of these WIP pres for other fics too. We'll see. cuz I like Do need something to post here.

#haikyuu #haikyuu ships #haikyuu2ndgen #haikyuu oc #haikyuu omegaverse #haikyuu lovechildren #hq lovechild #haikyuu nextgen #karasuno #haikyuu original character #kagehina #tanakiyo #daisuga #osakita #sakuatsu #daisuga x sakuatsu #tsukkiyama #fanfiction #hq fanfic

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schrijverr · 2 years

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Signing Up For Some Gay-Shit

Janie has professor Hale, who won’t shut up about his husband. She herself is trying to find the nerve to ask out Amishi, who is friends with a clumsy student named Stiles. Somehow, those overlap.

On AO3.

Ships: Sterek and lesbian OCs

Warnings: none

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Professor Hale is one of the most popular teachers on campus. He is smart, friendly, serious and incredibly handsome. His classes are continuously full with people, who signed on for his looks and are passing due to his teaching.

However, Professor Hale is most famous for getting distracted from his own study program – which he sticks to religiously – when asked about his husband.

Janie signed up after recommendation of her brother, who told her Professor Hale is a good teacher ‘despite the gay-shit.’ Seeing that Janie is also a bit of gay-shit herself, something her brother doesn’t know, she signed up immediately. Getting hope for the future as a queer person as well as a good lecturer, hell yeah.

But she hadn’t expected it to be quite so much.

The words ‘my husband’ have been spoken so many times, not even three weeks into the semester, that she can still hear them when she goes to bed. She also knows so much about this mystery man that she almost starts to question if she’s straight with how convincing Professor Hale is about his strong points.

She still learns so much about mythic history, but every lecture is peppered with comments like: “My husband and I once went to an Aztec temple. It was quite the adventure, if you want to call it that, perhaps nightmare is more apt,” or, “Don’t get my husband started on folklore based mythologies.”

Professor Hale never mentions his husband’s name, but outside of that, everything seems to be fair game to tell the class about.

Many people there have noted about how cute it is among each other and most study sessions Janie has attended are more gossip gatherings to try and piece together what sort of person this infamous husband is.

The current main theories are that he is 1) incredibly smart and probably sophisticated, another professor maybe one in history or religions as well, one that is more private. 2) a charismatic and smart – because the amounts of times professor Hale has called his husband smart is too many – actor or famous person, which is why they keep it on the down-low.

Janie thinks it’s ridiculous to theorize about their professor’s relationship, but it’s better than hearing the poetry about his eyes. She gets it on an aesthetic level, but sometimes she’s more concerned about her classmates, honestly.

Today they’re in the middle of the lecture when a phone starts to ring. All immediately look around, because everyone knows that professor Hale does not allow phones in class, only to whip their head around in surprise when they hear professor Hale pick up with: “What’s happening? Are you all okay?”

“Yes, of course I’m opening with that, you fucking dumbass,” professor Hale hisses into the phone as a reply to whoever just called. “You never call during my lectures, of course I’m going to think something is wrong.”

A beat, then an eyeroll. “Yes, I am in a lecture. So, fill me in.”

“No, you’re not hanging up after you called me just because I’m in a lecture. You’re explaining right now. Or I’m leaving them here and coming to you. Don’t think I won’t be able to find you if I need to.”

After a moment, professor Hale leans against his desk with a smug: “Good,” as he settles in to listen.

Janie’s eyebrows shoot up to her forehead. That’s not exactly a conversation she has ever had with anyone. She has never picked up the phone expecting the other person to be hurt or in trouble and a new spark of curiosity goes through her as she watches her professor.

As the person on the other side talks professor Hale’s face goes through a slew of emotions. The smug expression melts away for concern, before he frowns in confusion, finally ending on an exasperated yet fond look.

When he finally hangs up, it’s with a soft: “Good to hear, I’m glad. See you tonight. Love you.”

Those words cause a ripple of noise to go through the students assembled in the lecture hall as they all suddenly realize that the person who had called was professor Hale’s husband himself.

Professor Hale looks up at all of them at that point, like he had forgotten about the hall of 200 students, who have been watching his every move since the start of the semester in hopes of gathering the credit they need.

“Is everything alright, professor Hale?” Amishi asks, breaking through the chatter with the genuine kindness and concern Janie loves about her. Not that she has ever scrounged up the courage to talk to her yet.

It seems professor Hale also knows she is a good person, because he smiles kindly at her and assures them all: “Everything is fine. Apologies for that. My husband and friends have a habit of getting themselves in trouble, but no need to bail them out today.”

The last part is said like he’s joking, but there is still a small pause, before people laugh. He is a bit too casual about it and Janie can feel old theories being discarded and new ones being cooked up all around her.

Picking up on the vibe shifting in the room, professor Hales clears his throat, before moving on with his lecture.

That week, Janie gets into study group with Amishi. Nervously she sits besides the other girl, tucking her hair behind her ear as she softly says: “Hi, uhm, Janie. We share mythic history, I, uh, I could use some help with the whole folklore bit and you always seem to take good notes.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” she shuffles to the side to make room for Janie. “Come sit. I’m Amishi.”

“Nice to meet you,” Janie says, as if she hasn’t long since gotten the name and major from a friend before now. “I do history, so this course is adding to cultural understanding and stuff. Why are you taking it?”

“I do criminology,” she smiles. “I might want to go into behavior or cult murders. This is for me to get a bit of a background on everything.”

“That’s so cool,” Janie gushes a bit, happy to see Amishi duck her head slightly, pleased grin on her face.

Then they delve into the coursework, Janie mentally fistpumping at the easy camaraderie with the other girl. After a while they’re properly distracted from the work again, talking about their own courses and gossip going around.

“I think professor Hale’s husband must be law, or secret service or something,” Amishi declares. “I mean, why else would he pick up like that. Or be available in his own classes – which he hates – unless he doesn’t want to miss a call from his lover, near peril each day.”

Janie snorts: “That’s a bit dramatic, but I suppose. However, professor Hale always says how clumsy he is, don’t think that’s good in combat.”

“True,” Amishi gives in, before saying, “God, I have the clumsiest guy in my courses, it’s hilarious. First day he tripped over his own feet and spilled his coffee all over himself, then moments later he spat his water everywhere.”

“Quite a feat,” Janie giggles.

“Yeah,” Amishi agrees, encouraged by her reaction. “Last week he was late and full on sprinted against the closed door, while the other was open. He still has a bruise on his jaw, poor kid. But I wouldn’t trust Stiles with a gun, not for a second.”

“What kind of name is Stiles?” Janie can’t help, but ask.

“I don’t know, but he chose it himself,” Amishi shrugs. “Apparently he has a Polish name, knew he was being called on when the professor started to hesitate, I can relate to that.”

“Yeah…” Janie nods. “Does he at least have style to go with the name?”

“No, not at all,” Amishi laughs and they’re off talking again.

The next lecture of professor Hale Janie sits next to Amishi, trying to ignore the fact that the professor had quirked his brow at her, before giving her a knowing look. Her blush in response has probably given her away, but Amishi didn’t notice, so the slow wooing plan is still in motion.

Though wooing plans have to be put on hold for professor Hale’s lecture. Janie likes his lectures, so she takes her notes, even if they’re not color coded and neat like Amishi’s.

It’s nice, kind of peaceful.

A few lectures later that changes. Professor Hale is late and he is never later. So when they’re all seated and he’s not there, murmurs start to go through the crowd. Someone is just yelling that they’re allowed to leave after fifteen minutes when professor Hale bursts through the door, suspiciously not out of breath for someone who has obviously been running.

“I’m sorry guys,” professor Hale says as he starts setting up. “There was a bit of a hiccup this morning.”

He looks suitably disheveled. His hair is not in its perfect shape, mused on one side, which he is trying to tame as he taps on his laptop to set up his powerpoint. However, something else catches Janie’s attention and before she’s aware she has exclaimed: “Is that blood on your shirt?”

Professor Hale looks a bit startled at her words, but she is more focused on the dark splotches on the gray shirt. Why the hell is he late?!? Secret service is suddenly not so crazy.

“Oh, uhm,” professor Hale looks at his shirt, before looking a bit sheepish and apologetic as he says: “Sorry for that, my husband tripped this morning, had a horrible nosebleed.” No one sees how he nearly laughs at that, a memory of cousin Miguel coming to the surface. “It’s why I’m late.”

“Is he alright?” Amishi asks.

“He’s fine, thank god,” professor Hale answers, genuinely. “His clumsiness makes more appearances than I’d like, honestly. I worry when he’s not in sight. Always seems to get himself in trouble. All his brainpower goes into his smarts, not his movement.” Okay, maybe not secret service.

That earns the professor some coos, from those who find his worried protectiveness adorable, before he manages to start his lecture. He gets them back on track pretty well, despite the jerky start.

Once the lecture is done, Janie packs up, walking out with Amishi discussing when to hang out to compare notes, something Janie hopes to turn into a date one of these days. But before she can scrounge up the courage, they’re nearly bowled over by a loud blur.

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry, I did not see you there. Like, I was going and suddenly you were there, which is not an excuse, so sorry. Truly, sorry- Oh, hey Amishi,” the blur rambles as Janie blinks until a lanky young man comes into view.

“Hey Stiles,” Amishi sighs fondly as she allows the other to help her up.

Then Amishi helps Janie up as she reconciles the young man in front of her with the klutz from her courses Amishi told her about. She can definitely see the clumsy and the lack of fashion with the horridly clashing flannel and shirt combo he’s wearing.

“Hey, again, I’m so sorry,” Stiles says, wincing. He has a bruise on his face and a cut on his hand, which he probably got in another incident like this.

“It’s alright,” Janie smiles awkwardly at him. “We’re fine.”

“Thank god, won’t be a good look, going around mowing down my fellow students,” Stiles grins. “I’m Stiles Stilinski by the way.”

“Janie, Janie Paulson,” Janie replies, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Stiles grins. “Amishi told me about you. Said you were chill.”

“She did?” Janie can’t help but ask.

Amishi elbows Stiles, who swiftly changes topics before Janie can pry further. “You’re talking the mythic history course? That’s awesome! I wanted to take it too, but my friends convinced me it was a bad idea.”

“Why would it be a bad idea?” Amishi asks

“Oh, I have an overactive imagination,” Stiles tells them brightly. “I would probably start seeing that stuff everywhere once I get into it.”

None of them hear professor Hale snort in the empty classroom behind them. While Amishi deadpans: “You literally look at crime scene photos all day.”

“It’s different,” Stiles shrugs. “Anyway, I was on my way before I so graciously bowled you two lovely ladies over, so I’m going to leave you two to it. It was nice meeting you, Janie!”

“Yeah, you too,” Janie manages to call after him, before he disappears with more movement and some curses. She turns to Amishi and raises a brow.

Amishi says: “Well, that was Stiles.”

“Interesting character. Seems nice,” Janie grins.

“He is when he’s not being a fucking idiot,” Amishi tells her. “Come on, lets do coffee and discuss all of this, because I’m never keeping these names straight.”

“Hell yeah,” Janie follows after her, because this sounds close to a coffee date and with Stiles’ words, she might actually have a chance.

They get their coffee at the local coffee shop that they both love. It has these dark green walls and plants everywhere, giving it the perfect study vibes. Janie treats herself to a brownie, while Amishi decides to get a cookie.

At first they actually focus on their work, but Amishi is better with the names than she led Janie to believe and it’s fresh enough on their mind that revising isn’t really useful. Neither of them comments on that, however, instead letting their conversation drift along.

“How did you hear about professor Hale’s class?” Amishi asks, conversationally.

“Oh, my brother said he as good despite the gay-shit and seeing that I am gay-shit myself, I decided I had to check it out,” Janie shrugs, casually, while scanning Amishi’s face at the fact that she weaved that into conversation.

Amishi has never shown distaste surrounding professor Hale being married to a man, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. So when she says: “You’re gay?” in a surprised voice, Janie takes the plunge and hopes that’s a good reaction as she nods: “Yeah, bigass lesbian, that’s me.”

“Thank god!” Amishi says. “Sorry, that’s a weird reaction. I’m bi, but haven’t met many other queer students that I’ve clicked with, except Stiles. But Stiles has this whole intimidating friend group, so that never went anywhere.”

Okay, score! She has a chance. Janie grins and salutes: “Happy to be of service.”

“You’re an idiot,” Amishi tells her, pushing her over, though she is smiling and that’s enough for Janie, who stares at her for a moment. Amishi becomes a bit shy as she asks: “What?”

“Oh, uhm,” Janie realizes she has been staring. “You have something on your cheek. Wait, I got it,” she reaches out and softly wipes it away, never really breaking eye contact.

“Thanks,” Amishi says softly, looking down at her notes. She clears her throat: “So, names.”

They return to the work and Janie tries to decide if that was a moment, or just a friend thing as she steals glances at Amishi’s beautiful, dark and concentrated eyes.

She hasn’t figured it out when the next lecture rolls around and hasn’t had the chance to talk with Amishi again that week. A bit unsure, she slides into the seat next to her, relieved when she smiles at her.

Professor Hale then starts his lecture, however at some point he stops and says: “Do you guys mind if I eat real quick? I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning and my husband will skin me if I didn’t eat the food he packed me.”

That earns him some chuckles as everyone assures him it’s fine.

He then pulls out an honest to god paper bag, like they’re in some sort of movie. Pulling out the food, causes a pink paper to flutter to the ground. When he picks it up, Janie can clearly see it’s heart-shaped and whatever it says, makes professor Hale flush bright red in a way that Janie hadn’t known he could do.

“What do you think it says?” she whispers to Amishi.

“Probably how he can’t wait to be eaten like that sandwich,” Amishi jokes softly as professor Hale chokes on his food. Amishi comments: “I’m glad my skin doesn’t show blushing like that, damn.”

Janie inspects her own pale arms and grimaces, muttering: “Lucky.”

“Ahw, come on, can’t be that bad,” Amishi says. “Now your freckles show. It’s cute.”

And there goes Janie, flushing like an idiot as she says in a strangled voice: “Shut up.” Proceeding to nearly die as Amishi giggles at her.

In that time, professor Hale has quickly wolfed down his food and is resuming his lecture, the tips of his ears still red.

No one there can ever know the note read: I’m always safe with you, sourwolf, but you can’t protect me without proper nutrients. Let me take care of you like you care for me. I love you, Der-bear! ~Your lovely husband, if I do say so myself ;p

It’s so simple and so Stiles and Derek just loves him so much that he couldn’t help, but blushing at his sweet words. The words of his students, however, did not help, so now he is still teaching, slightly mortified over how soft words did more to him than anything explicit ever could.

Janie meanwhile, can’t meet Amishi’s eyes, taking her notes with a blush still painting her cheeks. It felt like a moment there and Amishi’s voice. God, her voice. No, focus! But her lips…

Yeah, it isn’t the most productive class for her.

Afterwards, she has calmed her fluttering heart enough to talk again and is chatting with Amishi, who says: “I’m going to a study group with a few people from criminology this Thursday. We have one hell class that only Stiles seems to get, but it’s mostly fun. It’s at Stacy’s Diner, you should come too.”

“Sure, sounds fun,” Janie says, then spots her brother yelling her name. She rolls her eyes and nods at them. “Sorry, an idiot is calling. I’ll see you there?”

“Alright! It starts at five,” Amishi tells her, before Janie takes off.

She eats lunch with her brother, mentally planning an outfit for a fucking study group of all things as she tries to convince herself that she should just make a move.

Thursday rolls around and Janie has put on her gayest nice outfit she can find. She doesn’t know if she’s more nervous about the people she doesn’t know, or about being around Amishi in this new context.

About the new people, she shouldn’t have worried, because when she arrives, the guy she recognizes as Stiles calls out: “Janie, hi! Sorry about running you over that one time. Promise I won’t do that again.”

To which another jeers: “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Stilinski.” Before turning to Janie and saying: “He has unintentionally hit everyone here at least once. Welcome to the club. I’m Cillian.”

“Janie,” she introduces herself as the others do the same.

Amishi is luckily there to pull her next to herself, before forcing her to order the strawberry milkshake, since it is the best every, apparently. Janie isn’t complaining, especially when she steals a sip, a bit of her lipstick remaining on the straw.

They’re working on police procedure in their courses right now and all have become constricted in the administration. Except Stiles, who proudly says: “My dad is the sheriff back home. Police procedure is my bitch.”

He gets a lot of eyerolls, but no one counters him and Janie gets a look at the smart side that Amishi told her about as he coaches everyone through the different forms. He is still animated, arms flying around as he talks, but he reworks his rambling way of talking to clear instructions.

Janie doesn’t get much of her own work done, but she doesn’t mind. She’s pretty up to date on her work and it’s much more fun to participate with the others, being even more clueless than them.

The group has just decided to take a break to eat some food, when a phone rings. Stiles is in the middle pushing a bunch of curly fries into his mouth as he dives for the phone, picking up: “Hey, sourwolf.”

He quickly chews to reply: “Yes, I’m eating let me live. I have that study group, remember? I was going to be nice and bestow my knowledge on the masses.”

That earns him some protests, which he ignores in favor of listening to whoever is on the line.

Janie sends Amishi a curious look, who explains: “His boyfriend. Won’t tell us much about him, which is highly frustrating, but he’s pretty whipped.”

She nods in reply, just as Stiles bemusedly exclaims: “Oh my god, are you for real! You need to learn to say no to Scott’s puppy dog eyes, this is ridiculous.” A beat. “Yes, you can hand the phone to him.”

There is a wait as the phone gets handed to this Scott person before Stiles says: “Scott, buddy, my man, my hombre. I know you want all the candy and shit for movie night, but you’re all going to get sick if you eat that much. Just listen to me and Derek.”

“No, I don’t care that you’re Mr. Leader-man,” Stiles sighs fondly at whatever is said. “Teeth are still dead matter, that isn’t just going to heal like that. And all of you hate the dentist, so do us all a favor and get a normal amount of snacks. Alright, dumbass?”

It appears that Scott gives in, because soon Stiles is grinning: “Good, now hand me back to my beloved Der-bear. I need my grumpy fix, before I get back to my courses.”

When he talks again, his voice is obviously different than when talking to Scott. It can only be described as filled with love, as he says: “Hi! Take care of them all, you hear me. And have fun, those grumpy eyebrows deserve a break every once in a while.”

He chuckles at whatever Derek says. Then smugly goes: “I am a delight and you love me.”

“Of course I love you too,” he smiles, practically melting as he says it. “I’ll see you tonight. And I expect cuddles. Bye, bye!”

After that it’s over.

Stiles looks back at all of them, seemingly not caring at all about the fact that they’re blatantly eavesdropping. “Sorry about that.” He doesn’t sound sorry in the slightest.

“So, how’s the boyfriend,” Cillain asks, leaning in like they’re gossiping.

Without blinking Stiles pushes his face away as he informs them: “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“I honestly don’t know why you keep saying that,” Amishi says. “You live together and share everything. How are you not dating? Can you hear yourself when you talk to him? Are you that oblivious?”

He raises a brow and says: “I’m not the oblivious one between us.” Somehow, making Janie feel like she’s being addressed.

“Whatever you say,” Amishi shrugs.

“Come on, man. You can’t keep doing the mysterious thing forever,” Cillian begs, before they can move on from the topic. “Why are you so set on being secretive about it when you obviously love bragging about it?”

“One, that is none of your business. Two, it’s because what we discussed about it,” Stiles says. “Now, lets get back to this. If we work quickly, I can catch the tail end of movie night. Hopefully before they’ve finished all the snacks.”

“How are you not dating again?” Cillian mutters, though he does drop it, before they get back to work.

Once everyone gets it, Stiles is out of there. He says a quick goodbye to all of them, before climbing out of the booth, tripping over himself.

“So, what’s the situation there?” Janie asks when he’s gone.

“He and this Derek guy live together and he’s obviously head over heels for him. By the sound of it, they’re as good as married, but Stiles insists he’s not his boyfriend,” Amishi explains.

“We know little to nothing about him and it’s so frustrating, because whoever he is, he has zero online presence,” Cillian complains. “We study criminology, we like mysteries. But this is getting too much.”

“That did sound like a relationship,” Janie agrees tentatively.

She is met with more agreement and a few groans, before the study group slowly dissolves with more and more people leaving until it’s just Janie and Amishi. For a moment, Janie thinks about confessing, remembering Stiles’ words about Amishi being the oblivious one, but instead she says: “I had fun. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Amishi replies. “Walk to the dorms together?”

“Sure.”

Soon the semester is drawing to a close and Janie knows that in a bit she and Amishi won’t be sharing a course anymore. That doesn’t mean they won’t see each other anymore, but if she doesn’t make a move they might grow apart. She knows all this, but it’s still too scary and she just needs another push, just something to make her believe it can work out.

She gets that push two lectures later. Professor Hale is in the middle of his lecture when the door bursts open as a whirlwind of motion comes in.

Everyone’s head whips to the noise. Usually when someone is late, they’ll try to subtly side in, but not this person. This person is loudly interrupting professor Hale’s class, mouth already running, before he’s close to the teacher.

“I’m so sorry about this, sourwolf. I swear I’m making it up to you, but this is incredibly important and I have no other choice,” the person says.

It’s only when Amishi whispers: “What the actual fuck,” in a heartfelt voice that Janie realizes the person is Stiles. Like study group, Amishi’s course mate, clumsy smart, Stiles.

“My beautiful and hard working loving girl broke down and I have that internship interview today, which I’m running late for, because Isaac had forgotten his scarf and came to get it, so I really, really need the keys to the Camaro if I wanna have a chance at making it,” Stiles explains.

And professor Hale, who hates being interrupted, drops his lecture to dig through his bag while Stiles bounces on his toes. As he searches, he says: “Isaac has a key, he could get in. You didn’t have to wait for him.”

“I know, but he sounded a bit upset over the phone, so I wanted to make sure he was okay,” Stiles replies.

“Is he alright?” professor Hale asks, before pulling out the car key out with a triumphant noise.

“Yeah, he had just finished his book. Who gave him one with a sad ending anyway?” Stiles tells him, before taking the keys. “Thanks so much, you’re my hero.”

“Probably Lydia,” professor Hale says, before pushing Stiles towards the door. “Now go kick ass in your interview.”

“I always do,” Stiles tells him, turning to plant a kiss on their professor’s cheek. “But a kiss for luck can’t hurt.”

“You’re an idiot,” professor Hale rolls his eyes, but obligingly kisses Stiles’ cheek. “Now go. You were running late, remember.”

“Ah, fuck,” Stiles exclaims, checking his watch, before sprinting away. “I love you, Der-bear. Don’t be a sourwolf. And eat vegetables for lunch!”

“Just go, Stiles,” professor Hale yells, exasperated yet so overtly fond. “And I love you too.” Then Stiles is gone and it’s just professor Hale and the students. He claps in his hands. “Sorry about that, guys. Now, where were we.”

“Is he really going to move on like nothing happened?” Janie questions out loud, only realizing how hard she said that when it pierces through the quiet.

“I can’t believe I never connected the dots,” Amishi exclaims. “Clumsy Stiles, who insists he isn’t dating Derek. Professor D. Hale. And we ran into him outside. How could I not have noticed. He’s married!”

Professor Hale blushes, especially when Janie’s comment gets more support and more people start saying things like Amishi. He quiets them down again. “I get it, it’s all very interesting, but I can assure you that nothing about my husband will be on the exam.”

“Could have fooled me with how much he talks about him,” Janie jokes to Amishi quietly, this time, though professor Hale flushes more.

“Look, I know you’re all curious, but there’s a reason we don’t tell people who we’re with on campus, so I’m going to continue with my lecture,” professor Hale says. “He’s worth it all and I don’t need rumors floating around when I would give my life for him. Alright.”

It is silent in the lecture hall. Everyone there can feel how much professor Hale means it all. He takes their silence as a yes and starts his lecture again.

Janie thinks about it. Professor Hale married to a student. It’s a big risk, especially when being gay as well. A lot of people can use it against them. It can be a danger.

‘He’s worth it all’

In their every interaction Janie has witnessed, unknowingly or not, she felt how much the two mean to each other. It’s beautiful how they found each other and Janie wants something like that for herself as well. But she won’t unless she takes a risk first.

She glances at Amishi, who just happens to meet her eye. Or maybe- maybe she’s been looking just like Janie has.

Professor Hale is still talking in the background, but Janie can’t focus on anything but Amishi in that moment. Slowly she reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Amishi’s ear, before smiling: “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“What?” Amishi squeaks, ducking her head.

Normally professor Hale is very strict about talking in class, but he doesn’t cut Janie off as she tells Amishi: “You’re breathtaking. I- uhm, I would love to take you to dinner sometime, if you’d like that?”

“Oh,” the shocked ‘O’ on Amishi’s face very kissable, though Janie restrains herself. It’s not really a huge hardship when it turns into a blinding smile: “I’d love to.”

Janie smiles back, before focusing back on the lecture, though not before linking hands with Amishi, refusing to let go the entire time.

Yeah, some risks are worth it and she is so glad for signing up for some gay-shit.

A/N:

I have always wanted to write one of these fics, like every year without fail I go down a rabbit hole and this time I am finally free of my cringe phase and doing whatever the fuck I want, so Teen Wolf fic in 2022 baby

Btw, ngl, the lesbian subplot took over my brain bc I am a bigass lesbian, rip to Sterek fans, we’re in this now (though there was a tie in! Go me, writing my actual fic lmao)

#RR writing #the lesbians distracted me #but that's beside the point #OCs #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #derek hale #sterek #college student! Stiles #professor!Derek Hale #teen wolf fanfiction #outsiders pov

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