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newcaptainofsquad9 · 5 years

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Oh my God, we’re roommates!~ Kate x fem reader (Tanner Hall)~College AU- Part 2

Here’s Part 1: https://newcaptainofsquad9.tumblr.com/post/185364926637/oh-my-god-were-roommates-kate-x-fem-reader

Pairing: Kate x reader

Summary: You and Kate go out for the night, and you can’t help but think of it as an informal date. Kate teases you like hell while getting to know you a little better than you did back in Tanner Hall. You both ended up at a party thrown by Dave and his acapella group.

Word Count: 1, 644

Writer’s Note: The long await second chapter is here guys, gals and my non binary friends! Again, tell me how you’re liking the series so far. Honestly I think it’s not that good, cuz I had to write something or this wouldn’t have happened so early so yeah here it is.

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I can’t help but stare as Kate whips her blonde curls around, singing rather greatly to Ariana Grande. The moment her eyes landed back on me, I quickly avoided contact. I need to be more discreet about it. If I’m not gonna tell her about my feelings, then I shouldn’t make it obvious. Kate chuckles as she turns the car onto a nearby Denny’s parking lot.

“Y/N, wanna know something?” she asks cheekily.

“W-What?”

Kate’s grin widens and she leans closer while putting a hand over the back of my seat while backing into an available spot. I readjust against my seat-belt, it abruptly feelings a little tight against my chest. Could she park a bit faster? Once the car comes to a stop I reach for the belt, only for Kate to take my hand.

“Wait, I didn’t get to tell you,” Kate says lowly.

“Ok,” I chuckle and play along, “what?”

Kate’s voice grows low all a sudden, her eyes lower too.

“You make me feel like God is a woman, you know that?” she asks.

My face grows hot, I try to slink away, but Kate pulls me closer and leans in. She pecks me on the cheek and giggles.

“God, your face, “ she giggles.

“Why do you always play around like that?”

Kate says something but its muffled because I shut the car door on her. I start toward the diner. She’s at my heels in a moment.

“Y/N!”

I turn toward Kate. I wasn’t expecting an attentive gaze and an arched brow.

“You all right?”

I nearly lose it at her sincerity. She may have irritated me, but I don’t want her to stay like that. I’d rather her tease the hell out of me for the rest of my life than to see her down like this.

“Yeah, I’m good it’s just–”

I pause and remember how intimate she seemed with Dave. We weren’t super close at Tanner Hall, I never heard anything about her liking other women or a hint at bisexuality or pansexuality. I’m not even going to try to ask her about my feelings, don’t want to ruin our relationship since we’re going to be living together for the next four months.

“Y/N?”

I blink and Kate’s hand brushes down my arm. It makes me bristle, in a good way.

“Uh, let’s get pancakes, yeah?” I say and head to the door.

…

Kate and I both order two completely different dishes. I stick with a Denny’s staple: grand slam with two fluffy pancakes, bacon, eggs and grits. Kate ops for fish and chips, slathering her fries in ketchup and mayo. A disgusting combo if you ask me.

“Why are you looking at me like that Y/N?” she asks obnoxiously.

She picks up a drenched fry and pops it into her mouth slowly.

“Mmh, if you want one, all you have to do is ask,” Kate purrs.

I shake my head before returning my gaze to the half eaten pancakes on my plate. Kate’s eyes are back on me as she whisks around the pieces of cod on her own.

“What are you studying, Y/N?” she asks.

I sigh. Finally, a real question.

“English,” I say, “taking a few creative writing classes as a minor.”

Kate perks up.

“I’m an English major too!” she adds.

I nearly choke on my bacon as she says that.

“R–really?”

“Uh, yeah,” Kate declares, “Y/N, I may have teased Mr. Middlewood a lot, but I payed attention. Literature is so fascinating.”

“Have you taken American Lit yet?” I ask.

Kate shakes her head.

“Nope, I have it ten a.m. Monday. What about you?”

“I have it Tuesday and Thursday, “ I say.

Kate’s gaze goes down to my plate.

“That’s a shame, we could have sat beside each other, pass notes and what not,” she says with a pout.

“I mean, we can still study together,” I let out.

I immediately regret it as Kate’s eyes flicker back to me as she bites her lip.

“Yeah? We could pull an all nighter some time, could be fun,” she suggests.

I pick up a piece of my pancake with my fork and Kate reaches for a smaller piece left by it, eating it swiftly as our eyes meet again.

“You have your fries, why don’t you eat them?”

Kate shrugs at my question.

“Maybe I just want to eat yours,” she says.

God, I don’t know if I’ll survive this semester.

…

We get back to campus prior to nightfall. Kate raved the entire ride back about a small party Dave and the acapella group were throwing. I didn’t even know the school had an acapella group.

“Not really sure about this Kate,” I say, “how long have you known this Dave guy?”

Kate grins as she parks her car.

“A few years, and Y/N there’s nothing to worry about. Not like they’re frats or sororities,” Kate says.

“I’m still not sure Kate,” I whisper.

Kate pouts.

“Why not? It’ll be fun. C’mon Y/N! Please,” Kate urges with a tug at my hand.

I try to pull away, but her grip is tight. Her saddened face appears again and I can’t help but sigh in defeat.

“Promise you won’t leave me--alone?” I ask.

Kate narrows her eyes at me.

“Never roomie. Plus, I’m your ride back to our apartment,” she says in a matter of fact tone.

“That means you have to stay sober,” I declare.

Kate rolls her eyes.

“Fine, as long as you have fun. Doesn’t mean you can’t take a few drinks too,” she jokes with a quick smile.

I roll my eyes this time and open the door.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

...

Dave’s apartment is filled with lots of preppy looking kids, most of them talking in their own circles. Some say ‘hey’ to Kate and I but that’s mostly it. I let Kate lead me around with her hand encircled around my own. One girl stops us in our tracks, giving Kate and I a nasty glare.

“You two don’t look acapella material, not even musical theater majors either,” she snarks.

Kate lets go of my hand and crosses her arms, she gives the girl a hard look.

“Does that matter?” she asks.

The girl lifts her head, as if trying to intimate Kate.

“This is a party for majors and acapella club members only,” she growls.

I put a hand on Kate’s shoulder, this girl looks like trouble.

“Kate,” I warn, “let’s just leave.”

Kate rests a hand on my wrist.

“No, Y/N. Let me handle this,” Kate returns her attention to the girl, “we were invited.”

“By who?” The girl asks.

“Kate! Hey!”

Kate smirks as the girl and I turn to Dave. He holds his arms out with a toothy grin. Kate giggles as she rushes toward him, meeting him in an embrace similar to the one earlier. I glance down at my shoes as the girl seethes.

“You know this girl Dave?” she asks.

Dave nods as Kate wiggles her eyebrows at me while her arms snake their way around the back of Dave’s neck. God, I can’t take this shit right now. I stalk over to the kitchen where there’s a group around the punch bowl. I don’t need punch right now, something a bit stronger. My eyes go back to Kate, she’s still busy flirting with Dave and I need to sink my sorrows into something. Honestly, just half a cup. Maybe two. I’m not that much of a light weight. No matter what Rob and Jane say.

...

I don’t even remember the words to Imagine Dragon’s Thunder, but here I am flailing my arms around like an idiot.

“Thunder! Thunder! Lightnin and t-the--thunder!” I shout.

Most of the acapella people join in with twisted grins, egging me on and it works.

“Yeah!” I shout into the mic, “Kate’s totally missing out!”

There’s a whoo and a line of snickers.

“Y/N!”

I turn when I hear my name. Kate emerges from the line of aca-people with a frown. Why? She wanted me to have fun.

“Yo, Kate! Come up, I’d love for a duet!” I shout through a fit of giggles.

The aca crowd cheers and Kate purses her lips.

“Y/N, not like this, “ Kate says, “how many drinks have you had?”

“I had two full solo cups--I think,” I reply.

Kate sighs.

“No wonder you didn’t want to drink--you’re a light weight,” Kate says as she takes a step toward me, “c’mon we’re going home.”

“Ah, man! Thought you wanted to have fun! I’m having fun!” I explain.

Kate places an arm around my waist and my chest feels hotter than it ever has before. Something’s coming up too.

“K-Kate!”

She looks to me and my warning isn’t enough as I puke on her shirt. I’m never drinking again.

...

“I’m sorry,” I groan.

Kate helps with my shoes, they come off easily.

“Y/N, it’s cool, it happens. Lay back and drink this water, ok?”

She hands me the bottle with a tender glare. I take it and she walks away, slipping off her shirt. At this point, I still have some composure and cover my eyes.

“I’m such an idiot, God I shouldn’t have drunk any in the first place,” I muffle into my hands, “all to impress someone who doesn’t even like me back.”

“Hmm?”

I remove my hands and there’s Kate, leaning over my bed and hovering over me with a very revealing tank top.

“Kate?”

“Who’d you want to impress Y/N?” she asks again.

“I-I-”

“You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” she whispers.

Her hazel eyes darken and I open my mouth to tell her, but no words come out. It’s a short breath as I lean up, my mouth meeting Kate’s in a kiss.

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pussiehands1 · 7 years

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Title: Return of the Mac pt.1 Word Count: 1,912 Warnings: short mention of an eating disorder, homophobia, bitterness.

It’s been three months since the gang had asked Country Mac to stay, three entire long months of trying to adapt to each other and their new found dynamic. Mac had left three days into the ordeal, feeling replaced and unwanted and after Aunt Mac had all but begged for the return of her precious son ( and the rejection of that offer ) Mac decides that it’s best that he just up leaves. The gang don’t bother to say goodbye, too invested in their new toy and the bag of devil’s cabbage the new one had in his bag. Mac considers setting the bar on fire before he leaves but there’s a very small window of time to get to the airport so his bitterness is delayed.

The gang’s life had improved as it always did when they found a new high, Country Mac had moved in with Dennis into Mac’s old room, Paddy’s actually saw some security when they weren’t all getting stoned and without Mac around considerably less questionable shit happened. It’d become evident fairly quickly that none of them were idea men but with a hazy filter it was easy enough to rehash old plans into new ones. With a new member present and their inability to remember anything that happened more than two days ago, new ideas seemed redundant. As long as they were doing something then who gave a shit?

Surprisingly, and yet unsurprisingly, Dennis is the first to notice a problem. He’s quick to remind the gang that, “no, this had absolutely nothing to do with their little thing that happened that nobody talks about but it has everything to do with mess”. Years of pampering and a very prominent clause in his roommate contract with Mac stated that he would not be inclined or allowed to lift a single finger when it came to cooking, cleaning or laundry. Mac had been fairly shit at the first one but the other two were acceptable enough for them to give that a miss. Dennis writes a ten page list on everything that hasn’t been done in the house to present to the gang, outlined and highlighted in order of importance and with a binder of weekly room inspections he finds his points to be valid.

Nobody cares enough to take it further and so it gets thrown out of arbitration before it’s even made it to the stand. Dennis was just bitter nobody would do his work anymore and that’s what they liked about the guy, he wouldn’t take anybody’s shit. Dennis realises that without the power of another vote this was moot and he storms of, Dee and Charlie laughing behind him.

The second person to notice was Frank. Mac had settled well into the dark aspect of his personality and while he wasn’t all too fond on having a Country Gay in their group, he accepts it for what it is. All the gays were interchangeable and this one had bags of weed that’d bring Mary Poppins down to earth. This guy though, he was on edge all the time. He didn’t like his race jokes, didn’t like his God jokes, didn’t like the way he’d shout. Frank almost loses his shit the first time he’s told to calm down, hopping down off the bar stool like he’s ready to hack the guys tree trunk legs right from his too small feet. Frank doesn’t like the other one but at least he was shit enough to be able to take a joke every now and again. Plus, having someone that’d be set off by the easiest of things was fun - it was funny. Frank’s argument is thrown out due to his homophobic tendencies, he��s not allowed an opinion about an openly gay man because it was bias and uncalled for.

Dee comes in third. Her relationship with Mac had always been strained and littered with pointless arguments and random acts of violence, only occasionally did they see eye to eye. With a new guy on board she takes this as her one way ticket into the central gang, Country Mac was going to be different - he was comfortable with himself, he was open and honest and that would draw in sophisticated conversation that would be more on her level. The one thing she’d learned from this experience, however, had been that Country Mac could apparently sniff out not only gay guys but bi ones as well. Every guy she’d brought into he bar had been lured into those ridiculously rugged arms like a pig to slaughter. God it makes her angry. The fourth time he walks out with a thumbs up being thrown behind him, Dee nearly launches herself over the bar, falling carelessly onto the floor as she curses and throws thing. Dennis laughs on the stool next to her, an ‘I told you so’ loitering on his smug lips.

Charlie doesn’t think anything has changed all too much, shrugging mindlessly as the other members of the gang glare at him from their position at the bottom of the bar. Dee and Dennis barter back and forth with all the changes that’d happened in such a short period of time until Charlie starts staring into space, a small ‘huh’ falling off his lips as he thinks about it. Things had been weird without Mac around but since everybody seemed to be enjoying new Mac then he hadn’t had that much of a problem. He was in to get rid of him though, if everybody else was in.

Getting a hold of Mac was apparently way harder than they’d initially thought and until Dennis pickpockets Country Mac’s phone and grabs a hold of his mom’s number they have absolutely no luck. Thankfully the conversation isn’t as awkward as they’d thought, Dennis does his best to use his friendly voice, sure not to put too many insults in but placing enough for Mac not to realise something was drastically wrong. ‘He sounds good’ and ‘Yeah, he’s doing great’ is the only highlights of the conversation he reiterates to them when he hangs up and they stare back like lost children, unsure as to what that means. None of them had been good, ever, the fact that Mac was apparently excelling without their help had been terrifying. It’s not something they could stand for.

With the gang’s lack of conversation outside the four of them, Country Mac continues to exist as he did before. He wakes up, gym for an hour, gym bag dropped by the front door, shower, a joint, power nap, down to the bar, clean the motorcycle, profound lecture to the rest of the gang, short twenty minute shift on the job, find a guy, go home, bang the guy and then sleep for a few hours. The only time his plan changes in on Sundays when he heads down to church. Dennis considers getting locks for the other guy’s bedroom, setting it on fire and leaving him to burn to death but as the days slip by he can’t seem to find the effort or energy to care.

Those early morning pot smoking sessions had done wonders to elevate his mind and yet as he comes around a couple hours later surrounded in chip bags and empty thin mint packets none of it seemed worth it. This diet had been worse than the last one, a remarkable feat considering the last diet had been nothing, and everything started to get a little bit bigger around the edges - everyday. Country Mac finds him crying in his en suite and Dennis nearly jams the shower pole up his ass as the guy started talking about ‘expressing his feelings in a healthy way’.

Philadelphia. Thursday. 11 am.

Dennis, Dee, Charlie, Frank and Country Mac sit around the bar avoiding conversation. Dennis moves every now and then and Charlie interjects with simple conversation to try and elevate the tension but other than that they just wait out the day. Again. It’s awkward but nobody wants to address the problem.

‘ Heyo --- ’ Mac opens the bar door, both hands raised in the air as he makes his presence known. Five pairs of blinking eyes stare with no intention to move and while he’s not expecting the warmest of receptions, he is expecting something ‘ Did someone die? ’ he asks.

Dennis clambers first, shifting the weight of his body so that he can fall off the chair with ease. His hands reach out, brushing against the sun-kissed skin as if expecting him to just disappear. Mac eyes the others, worried that in his absence Dennis had to decided to break, but after the man lets out a hysterical bout of laughter he turns ‘ This one’s real ’

The rest of them raise their hands in celebration, moving around until they’ve crowded him. After spending the majority of his life waiting for anybody to appreciate him, Mac’s not too sure that he enjoys this level of it amongst his friends ( at least not these friends ) but the plan had been going accordingly so far and this just added in another layer of it. Dennis was looking at him like he was Jesus himself, Dee wasn’t trying to break a bottle over his head, Charlie was speaking in actual sentences and even Frank had been touching his arm.

‘ Don’t get too excited just yet guys I have a surprise ’ Mac announces, the glee in his eyes matching the expectant look of the people looking back ‘ Now I know you guys were really glad when I brought back Country Mac ’ their faces drop but Mac hears approval from the man in question standing behind Frank.

‘ And I know you’ve been doing so well without me here because Country Mac hasn’t stopped talking about it for weeks now ’ his smile is strained but passive enough for it to be taken lightly ‘ and when I was out there I did a lot of soul searching and I got way closer to God. And one day I was having a dream and God came to me and he said, Mac, you need to stop living with this lie you’ve been holding inside of you. You need to accept yourself if you want to live your life to the fullest. So one day, when I was milking cows and tending the barn this guy comes up to me and he says to me, City Mac, I’m the one you’ve been waiting for ’

Mac’s head tilts to the side and his body pivots to the door ‘ And that’s when I met the love of my life and I realised that I was gay ’

The news is unexpected but welcomed, though Dennis looks queasy and Charlie does not like the sudden change that’s happening at all once. It’s exciting but he’s not sure what’s happened and it’s a mix like fuel and fire ‘ Come in ’ Mac shouts.

A man, five eleven with cropped brown curls walks through the door of the bar, a red and black flannel shirt tucked into jeans that are stuffed into brown cowboy boots. His hand moves around Mac’s waist as a bright, perfect grin looks back at a confused and perturbed gang.

‘ I’d like you all to meet Country Dennis ’ Mac smiles. The five grinning faces dropping almost instantly.

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