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jacelghtwoods  asked:

Can i request an AU prompt #3 for peter parker? (For every question they get right during studying they have to take off a piece of clothing) i love your writing! ❤️

Awe, thank you, my love! I hope you enjoy! x

Sunlight streamed through the curtains of Peter’s room, your legs crossed in front of you as you sat in a comfortable silence while you and Pete study for the chemistry test on Monday. 

You were three questions down on the study guide your teacher provided you when you had officially categorized the few minutes you had researched the material as boring. Slowly, you looked away from your paper, and looked down at Peter who was laying on his stomach, examining his notes with careful eyes while he bit his lips softly. 

You resisted the urge to groan, instead thinking of something to do other than studying for the moment. 

“Pete,” Your voice ripped through the air, causing Peter to whip his head up in your direction with a questioning expression. “I’m bored.” 

With a small smile and a shake of his head, he sat straight on the bed, mimicking your position as he prepared himself to continue studying. “Y/N, we need to ace this test. It’s half of our grade, you know that.” 

“Yeah, but Pete, you’re smart. It’s different for me, I’m not a genius who can remember anything the teacher tells me right away, you can.” You didn’t mean to sound like a whiner, but you couldn’t help it. You whined a lot when it came to school, but luckily you had Peter to help you with your grades. 

Peter looked down at his study guide, contemplating on skipping it and doing something else instead. However, Peter was against it. “We need to study, Y/N.” 

Slowly, you bit your bottom lip, looking down at your lap. You knew how important this grade was, it was just stressful. You currently had a lot going on at home, knowingly to Peter, and you just couldn’t completely focus on the material for Monday. It was almost impossible, but luckily you knew most of the material. 

“You’re smart, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. I don’t know, maybe you need to study it in a different way?” Peter thought aloud, resisting the urge to kiss you when he watched you bite your lip. Suddenly, a broad smirk painted itself upon your lips, and Peter gulped at the sight. 

“I know a way we can study.” You grinned, bouncing up and down on his bed, confusing Peter to the fullest. 

“O-Okay. W-What are you thinking?” He stuttered, listening to you chuckle.

You bit your lip again, your face burning at the thought that was currently in the front of your mind. “Let’s play a game.” 

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his mouth turning into a frown. “Okay… spill.” 

“Well, for one, we ask each other questions on the study guide-” 

“Obviously.” He said sarcastically, a teasing smile on his lips. He laughed when you jumped towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tackling him to the bed. 

“Wait, wait, wait, but there’s a twist!” 

Peter rose his brow in question, waiting for you to continue. 

“For every question that we get right, we have to take off one piece of clothing.” You cackled when you saw his eyes widen, his jaw almost dropping to the floor. 

“U-Uh…” he trailed off, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. Unwanted nerves coursed through his veins, and suddenly his face was turning a dark shade of red due to his shy personality. 

“Oh, come on, Pete! It’s not like you haven’t seen me in less clothing than I’m already in right now! We’ve been dating for six months, this shouldn’t be too bad. Although, if you don’t feel comfortable with this, that’s perfectly fi-” 

“N-No!” Peter cut you off with a yelp, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat once before continuing. “Let’s do it.” 

You cheered when you heard Peter agree, and reached over to grab your guide, looking back at Peter. “You okay with going first?” when Peter nodded, you looked back down at the paper, reading the first question over. “Okay, Peter, this one is an easy one. The nucleus of an atom consists of what?” 

Immediately, Peter answered the question correctly. “Protons and neutrons.” 

A smirk lined your lips, and you motioned to his clothes. “First item of clothing.” 

Peter gulped, reaching down to the hem of his - ironically - chemistry joke t-shirt and pulling it off his head, revealing his toned chest and abs. You imemdiately felt your cheeks heat up, and watched as Peter looked at you knowlingly. 

“Stop it.” He bit, a small smile making its way onto his face. 

Your grinned, a loud laugh echoing from your mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Peter teasingly rolled his eyes, snatching the paper from your hands and reading a question. “The most electronegative element among the following is what: Sodium, bromine, fluorine or oxygen?” 

You sat there in thought for a moment before yelling out your answer. “FLUORINE!” 

Peter laughed at your excitement over getting it correct, but motioned down to your clothes. “Your turn to strip, Y/N.” 

Peter gulped when you smirked for the thousandth time, a grin growing on your lips. “Peter, you naughty boy!” You teased, causing Peter to groan. 

“You’re the one who suggested this, I’m going along with my girl!” Peter watched as you smiled at him adoringly, climbing off the bed and slipping off the skirt you had been wearing. “Wait, that’s not fair!” Peter yelled when he small pair of shorts you had hidden under the skirt, a jovial giggle blowing past your lips. 

“Oh, come on, Pete! Did you actually think I’d ever wear a skirt without having short on underneath? You know I never do that.” 

Peter glared at you, a frown casted upon his lips. “My top half is bare, you could at least make it a little more fair.” 

You smiled, shrugging and sitting back on the bed. “Fine, but only because it’s for you.” Pride filled your chest when you saw Peter’s cheeks turn a dark shade of red. “Ask me another question.” 

Peter looked down at the paper, reading another question. “True or False: The metal used to recover copper from a solution of copper sulphate is Na.” 

He eyed you carefully as you thought over the answer, repeating it in your head. It took you a few seconds to answer, your eyes planted onto Peter’s, but you successfully answered it correctly. 

“False. It’s Fe.” 

Peter smiled triumphantly, nodding his head. “That’s my girl. Go ahead.” 

You immediately smiled sweetly at him, reaching down to the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, revealing your sports bra to Peter. You realized after a few seconds that Peter was now speechless, and grinned, snatching the paper from his hands. Startling him, he jumped back from you, causing you to laugh. 

“Now I get to ask you two questions, Pete.” You said innocently, smiling down at your paper sweetly. 

“Great. Let’s get this going.” He urged you, causing you to raise a brow. 

“Someone’s excited, huh?” You teased, laughing when Peter yelled at you. 

“Shut up!” 

hummingbird heartbeat - pt32

They slept in the next morning, and when Bitty woke up, he was surprised to see that it was nearing noon. The heavy curtains in Kent’s room kept both light and heat at bay, despite the hot sunshine in Las Vegas. Kent was still curled up in bed, and he barely stirred when Bitty slipped out to go to the bathroom.

Down in the kitchen, Bitty took out things for coffee, setting Kent’s Hockey Hall of Fame mug on the counter next to a chipped Harry Potter one. After the boiled water sat for a minute, he poured it over the coffee grounds and left it to sit with a timer. Bitty wandered back into the living room and took a moment to stand by the back doors, staring out at the yard. The sun was bright over Kent’s meticulously arranged succulent and cactus garden.

Lord, what a mess.

He hadn’t checked in with Jack again. Staring out at the only lavender succulent in Kent’s whole garden, Bitty sighed a little. He was probably fine. Right? Jack would be fine. And he probably didn’t really want Bitty to check on him.

He startled when Kent slid an arm around his waist. “Hey, you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of Bitty’s neck. “You look contemplative.”

“Lord, I didn’t know you were up!” Bitty relaxed a little, letting out a soft breath.

Kent laughed a little, voice still rough from sleep. “You weren’t in bed. I woke up.”

“Good morning, honey,” Bitty said, leaning back against Kent’s bare chest. He was warm.

“Well, kind of,” Kent said. He kissed Bitty’s shoulder before pulling away to answer the kitchen timer. When he returned, he handed Bitty the Harry Potter mug, now full of steaming coffee.

“Did you sleep okay?” Bitty asked.

“Like the dead,” said Kent. Retrieving his own mug of coffee, he took a sip. “Did you?”

“Yes,” Bitty said. “I was really tired, I guess.” He joined Kent at the table, sitting down and wrapping his hands around his mug. “What did you want to do today?”

“The boyfriend tag on YouTube,” Kent said. “Watch trash television. Be with you.” He paused. “I have to go in for a bit, probably as soon as I finish this. Optional skate.” Kent took a long drink of his coffee.

How was it possible that Bitty hadn’t thought of doing the boyfriend tag? “Oh!” He laughed. “Yes! Oh my Lord, I can’t believe we haven’t –”

“– Done it already? I know . That’s why I wanted to do it while you were here.” Kent grinned. “I figure we’ll do mine first, then yours. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Bitty said. “Unless we do mine next time you visit me.”

The corner of Kent’s mouth quirked in a smile. “Okay.” He glanced back at the kitchen. “Fuck, I gotta eat. And get dressed.”

“Eggs?” Bitty asked.

“Whites,” said Kent. “And peppers. And stuff.” He loved to scramble things together in one skillet.

“And meat,” Bitty said.

“I guess,” said Kent.

“You’re too skinny again,” Bitty said. Kent opened his mouth to protest and Bitty shook his head. “I know you lose weight in season, but you need to eat to keep it on. Okay?”

“God,” said Kent, “you sound like Jeff. Fine! Fine. I’ll put sausage in it.”

Bitty leaned over, kissing Kent’s cheek. “Thank you, honey.”

Soon they were both in the kitchen, pop music playing quietly in the background as Bitty chopped vegetables while Kent cooked turkey sausage in a pan. Before sitting down with his plate, Kent glanced at the clock. “Gotta eat fast,” he said.

Bitty put a forkful in his mouth, nodding. “Got it,” he said.

Kent paused. “Um,” he said.

“What is it?” Bitty asked, not looking up from his plate, where he was scooting eggs onto his toast.

“Do you want to come?” Kent asked.

Bitty almost dropped his fork.

“It’s family practice,” Kent said. “So a lot of the guys will bring their kids and stuff…”

Family practice. Everyone who met Bitty would meet him as someone who was, at least, close to Kent. “Yeah,” said Bitty. “If you want me to come, I’d love to.”

It would be his first time meeting the whole team. When they got to the arena, Kent frowned as he parked his car. “Why’d Chris bring the baby so early?” he muttered, opening his car door.

Opening his own door, Bitty saw Christopher Troy holding a small child in one arm, ushering two other children out of an SUV. Kent was already walking over, hands held out as the baby reached for him.

“What’re you doing here?” Kent asked the baby as he took him from Christopher. He pressed a kiss to the child’s forehead before settling him onto one hip. “Hiya, Teddy.”

“Oh, thank god. Bethany’s puking,” Christopher said. “And since both our normal sitters are here, I had to bring the kids early.” He grinned, and Bitty was struck by how very much Christopher looked like Jeff.

Kent laughed a bright, bubbly laugh. Teddy stroked the side of Kent’s face and he turned his head, murmuring something Bitty couldn’t hear. He looked perfect . God, why was Bitty’s stomach all hot? Was he really that affected by the sight of Kent with a baby?

Embarrassing.

“It’ll be fine,” Christopher said. His car chirped as he hit the button to lock the doors. “C’mon, guys! Go inside! Oliver – put that – don’t pick that up,” he said, lunging for a skinny boy in glasses and a chemistry t-shirt who was reaching for something on the asphalt. “Why don’t you go see if Uncle Jeff’s here already?” Christopher asked.

A girl who looked to be about ten had spotted Bitty, and she was already heading over. “Who’re you?” she asked. She had a different color of glitter nail polish on each nail and Christopher’s same thick, dark hair.

“Juli, I said inside,” Christopher said.

“Eric’s my friend,” said Kent. He glanced at Christopher, who already had a small, smug smile on his face. “Shut up.”

Bitty followed the kids inside, staying a step behind Kent as they walked in. How were they going to manage three little kids and have practice? He chewed on the inside of his mouth as he walked.

They were quite a spectacle, pushing into the dressing room with a diaper bag and sparkly backpack and three small children.

“What, you forget your wife?” asked De los Santos, the backup goalie.

“Mommy’s puking,” said Julianna.

“Gross,” he said. “So we’re stuck with you, eh?” He ruffled Julianna’s hair with a hand, smiling softly.

“I can watch them,” Bitty said, edging just a little closer to Kent. The nervousness in his stomach, tight and cold, was making him nauseated.

“Oh!” Christopher turned to him. “Are you sure?”

“I love kids,” he said. They’d be a great distraction.

“Who is –”

“This is my friend, Eric,” Kent said, shifting Teddy on his hip. “He plays college hockey. And he made that peanut butter pie I brought you guys a while back.”

“Y’all can call me Bitty.” Bitty smiled. “All my friends do.”

“Oh, fuck,” said Jeeves, “that pie was the best thing ever.”

Language !” Christopher turned to Bitty. “It was good, though. Did you bring another one?”

“I didn’t know I needed to bring pie,” Bitty said.

“Oh, cool.” One of the Aces rookies was eyeing Bitty through narrowed eyes. “Where do you play?”

“Samwell,” said Bitty.

“Parse finally brought someone to family skate? That’s wild,” said Jeeves, pushing past Christopher. “Dude, why are your progeny here?”

“Bethany’s sick,” Christopher said.

“I got this,” said Bitty. “Y’all go ahead and get ready.” He glanced at Kent. “Give him to me, yeah?”

Kent was a little hesitant to release Teddy, but after a moment he relented. “He pulls hair,” he said.

“That’s okay,” said Bitty, settling Teddy onto his hip as a tiny fist curled around the fabric of his shirt. He glanced at Julianna. “Y’all wanna go put on some skates and show me some moves? I bet you’re faster than your dad.”

“You should ask Eric for moves,” Kent said, already lacing up a skate. “He used to be a figure skater.”

Really ?” Julianna whipped around, staring at Bitty.

“Really,” he said, feeling warmer already.

“Why don’t you help me watch tape, Ollie?” Jeff had entered the locker room, dropping his bag down beside Kent with practiced ease.

“Okay,” Oliver said. “I’ll tell you where you messed up.”

“You really are your father’s son, you know that?” Jeff ruffled Oliver’s hair. “C’mon, then.”

They ended up with Bitty on one end of the ice, holding Teddy, while Julianna showed him things she’d learned and begged for him to show her spins. The Aces were mostly down on the other end, working on things individually or in pairs. Kent seemed to be focusing on endurance while Papadakis was doing… something… with De los Santos. It involved a lot of laughing. Most of the guys Bitty hadn’t met were doing off-ice things like watching tape with Jeff or working with trainers. It wasn’t much different from Samwell’s practices.

Sara waved at him when she arrived. Bitty had Juliana hold Teddy while he showed her the most basic spin he could remember. It felt good to be on the ice, even just fooling around with kids. He caught Kent looking at him a few times, and he put a little extra oomph into the next jump he demonstrated. For Julianna, of course.

Aces family day, it seemed, often involved a barbecue. Practice wrapped up early as family members began to arrive, filtering in a few at a time. Bitty found himself wrapped up in a conversation about the merits of pie versus cobbler with Coach Scott’s wife before he knew what was happening, and the time flew by. Teddy babbled at his side, a bright spot in every conversation. Kent introduced him to everyone, and while Bitty recognized a few of the suspicious looks he got from some of the players, everyone seemed happy that Kent had finally brought someone. Jeff avoided Bitty, taking care never to be in the same group conversation with him and finding convenient excuses to leave when Bitty approached.

He’d have to do something about that.

When he caught Oliver yawning, Christopher began to gather up his children. “We gotta go, guys,” he said. “Your mom’s lonely.”

“Aww, but I wanted to skate with Bitty some more,” said Julianna.

“I’m sure Bitty will come back,” Christopher said. All the same, he let Bitty help him out to the car with Teddy. Once he’d settled Teddy into his car seat, Bitty attempted to take a step back, stopping when he realized Teddy hadn’t turned him loose yet.

“Thanks for watching them today,” said Christopher. “It was cool of you. Teddy can be a handful.”

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” Bitty said, carefully detaching Teddy’s arms from his neck. “They’re adorable.”

“Bye, Pie!” said Teddy, waving. He was precious.

“Bye, Teddy,” Bitty said, wiggling his fingers.

They both showered when they got back to Kent’s house, Bitty taking the guest bathroom while Kent used his. When he stepped inside, Bitty saw a retainer sitting in a little case by the sink next to an electric toothbrush. The guest bathroom was quite different from Kent’s – less luxurious, more efficient. The soap in the shower was plain and, from the smell of it, hypoallergenic. Even the shampoo was basic, though it was at least pleasantly tingly on the scalp. When he stepped out, Bitty glanced at the toothbrush again, thinking.

Kent didn’t have a retainer.

He returned to Kent’s bedroom with damp hair, flopping onto the bed while he waited for Kent to get dressed. “What now?” Bitty asked.

“Boyfriend tag,” said Kent. He tugged a sweater on over his head. “And then whatever you want.”

Bitty sat up, grinning at Kent. “Perfect.”

Kent set pillows down on the floor in front of the bed. They both sat down, Kent draping his arm over Bitty’s shoulders as they settled in to film. He’d edit the video later to make sure it stayed anonymous enough, but Kent usually set his camera up in such a way that he didn’t have to do that much to his videos to achieve that. Bitty cleared his throat.

“Is it on?”

“Yeah. Ready?” Kent gripped his mug of tea. He was wearing a soft wine colored sweater, and it looked pretty next to Bitty’s light blue.

“Okay!” Bitty took a breath and snuggled closer. “Go.”

“All right,” Kent said, looking at the camera, “Okay! So, I’m here with my boyfriend –” he gestured to Bitty.

“Hey, y’all!” Bitty waved. “Oh – can the camera see my hands?” He hooked his thumbs together, wiggling his fingers. “Hm?”

“Yeah, it can. I’m gonna – what are you doing, is that a shadow puppet?”

“Yeah, look, see –” Bitty laughed, holding his hands out to the side. A butterfly shaped shadow fluttered on the mattress behind them.

“Oh my god. Anyway! I’m here! With my boyfriend –” Kent elbowed Bitty. “And we’re going to do the boyfriend tag!”

“We are,” Bitty said. “Big time. Boyfriend tag. Doing it.”

“I know a bunch of you guys have been asking me to do this for a while now, and we decided we’d finally take the time to go ahead, because…”

“Because we’re boys!” Bitty laughed. He sipped from his mug of tea, leaning back against the pillows.

“Yes,” said Kent, “we are boys. And we’re friends. So. Okay. Fine.” He held up his phone, looking at the question list before glancing at Bitty. “Where was I born?”

“Tonawanda, New York!” Bitty laughed. “At least, I think so. Because that’s where you grew up, right? So – yeah. Tonawanda.” He glanced at Kent, whose face was placid. “No?”

“Yes,” Kent laughed. “Tonawanda. I was born there and I grew up there, too.”

“Next question!” Bitty said, bumping Kent’s shoulder with his.

“All right.” Kent glanced at him. “When’s my birthday?”

“Fourth of July,” Bitty said. Looking at the camera, he grinned. “Easy.”

“Yes,” Kent said. “And your birthday is May fifth.”

“Yes, it is,” Bitty said. They both laughed.

Kent looked down at his phone again, scanning the list of questions. “Where did we meet?”

“On here,” Bitty said. “We met on YouTube.”

“Yeah,” Kent said, “and you messaged me first.”

“Well, y’know, you seemed like you could use a friend and –”

“– And you had a crush on me, right?”

Bitty laughed, feeling his neck heat with a blush. “Yeah, and I had a crush on you. Kind of.”

“Aw, babe. That’s so embarrassing.”

“Shut up!” Bitty swatted at Kent’s arm. “We’re adorable.”

“We so are.” Kent looked at his phone. “Okay. What kind of television shows do I watch?”

“Well,” Bitty said, “Sweetie, as you can tell by all the songs he covers, is a throwback hoe, so he likes old stuff.” He paused. “ The Golden Girls . And, like, Darkwing Duck .”

“Yes!” Kent laughed. “ The Golden Girls is the best!” He looked at Bitty’s face. “Oh, c’mon. You know you love it. I heard you say you liked Blanche best.”

“Lord,” said Bitty, rolling his eyes. “You think that just because she’s Southern, and – just move on!”

Kent scrolled through the list while Bitty sipped tea. “Ooh, okay. Who said I love you first?”

“I did,” Bitty said, rubbing Kent’s thigh. “But I think you almost did, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I was just – you know, nervous.” He paused. “You know, I’ve only had like, one boyfriend before you, and I just…”

“He didn’t want to say it first,” Bitty said. “Huh?” He pressed a kiss to Kent’s cheek. “But there were a lot of times where you were like, ‘hey babe?’ and I’d be all ‘what’ and you’d just say something like ‘never mind’ or ‘have a good night’ or something.”

“I did do that,” Kent admitted, playing with a bit of Bitty’s hair.

They went through questions about their first date and their first kiss and some random questions about Kent’s favorite sandwich and how many covers he kept on the bed. When he got to questions that would be too revealing, Kent skipped over them. He didn’t ask any questions that would be answered with something related to hockey. “Where’s my family from?”

“Your mom is from Marseilles,” Bitty said. “France. Right?”

“Right,” Kent said. “My grandmother still lives there. I’ll take you some time, but you’re gonna have to work way harder on your French, because my grandmother won’t speak English to you. Okay, okay.” Kent looked at the list. “Uh – what’s my weirdest habit?”

“Oh Lord,” Bitty said. “You’re a left-to-right dresser.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you –” He gestured at his left thigh. “You put all your clothes on left side first. Like, always .”

“Huh. I didn’t know I did that,” Kent said. He was looking down at his lap, a thoughtful expression on his face. “You know what? I guess I do.”

“Yeah, and you won’t let me sleep on the right side of the bed, either,” Bitty said.

“Okay, okay – next question!” Kent laughed. “Oh, man. All right. What color are my eyes?”

That was such an unfair question. “Your eyes change color all the time, honey,” Bitty said. “How am I supposed to answer this?”

“What does it say on my driver’s license?”

“How am I supposed to know?” He paused. “Hazel, I think.”

“Yeah, it is. I don’t think it’s right, but that’s what they put on there. Anyways, how do I take my coffee?” Kent asked.

“With enough milk to make it khaki,” Bitty said. “Unless you’re going to Starbucks and then I think you order some kind of stupid Americano thing that tastes like dirt.”

Kent scooted a little closer, settling his arm around Bitty again, fingers brushing the back of Bitty’s neck. “Am I a morning person or a –”

“No,” Bitty said, “you just force yourself to get up anyways.”

“And do I like the mountains or the beach better?”

“The mountains,” Bitty said. “You love the mountains.”

“Mmhmm.” Kent leaned closer. “Who’s my favorite YouTuber?”

Bitty grinned. “Me,” he said, and then Kent kissed him. “Mm – honey, you’re gonna get our faces on here –”

Kent wound his arms around Bitty’s waist. “I’ll edit it,” he said, one hand already sliding under the hem of Bitty’s sweater.

They ended up in the bed, clothes in a pile on the floor. As Kent straddled Bitty’s lap, cupping his face gently with both hands, Bitty swallowed. Kent pressed soft kisses to his forehead, pausing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Bitty said. “I just – I think I just –” Why was he crying? His breath hitched.

“Oh, Eric.” Kent brushed a tear away with his thumb.

“I think I thought you wouldn’t want – this,” Bitty said. “After everything.” After Jack.

“I love you,” Kent said, “and this is everything I want.”

Bitty tangled his fingers into Kent’s hair, pulling him down into a hard kiss.

Kent was going to have to edit a lot out of that video.

That evening they cooked dinner together, both of them comfortable in Kent’s kitchen. His part of the meal finished, Bitty leaned against the counter, just watching as Kent peeled and sectioned lemons for a salad with a painful amount of precision. God, what if he’d messed this up? He could’ve made that night the last time he ever saw Kent. It was so –

“I can feel you looking at me,” Kent said.

“I like looking at you,” said Bitty.

Kent laughed.

“I do,” Bitty said. “Honey. I’m really so–”

“No,” Kent said, finally looking up. “Don’t. We’re both responsible for that.”

Me more than you . “But –”

“I said I’d do it,” Kent said. “You didn’t make me say that. All right?”

“Yes. That’s true. But I –”

“Do you wanna be with me?” Kent asked.

“Yes,” Bitty said. I want to make a life with you.

“Good. Because I wanna be with you.” Kent dumped his tiny lemon wedges into a bowl. He made it sound so simple. “So that’s settled, then.” He handed Bitty the bowl of salad. “Put this on the table.”

“Very well, Mr. Parson,” Bitty said, turning to walk away.

Kent made it sound so simple, and as he set the salad bowl on the table, it occurred to Bitty that maybe it was . Maybe love was a choice, consciously made. Maybe it wasn’t about always doing the right thing, about not making mistakes, about knowing every single thing your partner needed or wanted. Bitty had always thought of loving someone being like a peaceful river, but to Kent it was the ocean, storms and all.

Bitty had always loved the ocean.

After dinner, they curled up on the sofa together, Bitty’s back pressed up against Kent’s chest. They were both full and lazy, sprawled over the cushions with Kit purring above their heads. The swish of her tail stirred Bitty’s hair every so often, just enough to remind him that she was there.

“I think I’m gonna tell my friends,” Bitty said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Oh,” said Kent. “I guess I thought they already knew.”

“I told Shitty.” Bitty twisted a little. “It’s not – I don’t know why I didn’t tell the rest of them. It’s not you, it’s –”

“It’s fine.” Kent pressed a kiss into Bitty’s hair. “Tell who you want to tell when you want to tell them.” He leaned his chin on Bitty’s shoulder as they both fell silent, attention returning to the television.

When Kent got up to get a glass a water, Bitty scooted around on the sofa, rearranging so that Kit could climb into his lap. He stroked a hand over her soft fur, thinking.

“Aw,” Kent said, returning with his glass. “You guys are so cute.” He settled back onto the sofa, slinging an arm back around Bitty and pulling him close.

“You can tell your team,” Bitty offered, as the television rolled over into another episode of Golden Girls . “If you want.”

“Really?” Kent shifted so he could see Bitty’s face. “All of them?”

“Well –” Bitty paused, thinking about it for a minute. “I won’t, um. I mean I won’t sit with the wives if I come to games and make it super obvious, but… yeah. You can tell them all. You can –” He took a deep breath. “You can tell the press you have a boyfriend, if you want.”

“Babe. They’ll start looking for you,” Kent said, voice soft. “People will tear apart pictures of me with anyone trying to figure out who I’m dating.”

“I know,” Bitty said. His voice didn’t waver, and he was proud.

“What about your family?” Kent asked.

“I’ll just have to… cross that bridge when I get to it,” Bitty said. “I guess.”

“Is this you saying that you want me to do that?” Kent asked.

“Yes,” Bitty said. “Just wait until I go home.”

His flight the following morning left ridiculously early – it would get him home in time to make his afternoon class, which was great, but it also meant that they had to make it an early night and get some rest. Kent dropped him off at the airport before the sun was up, lingering in the lobby until Bitty had gone through security.

He posted the boyfriend tag video while Bitty was still in the air – he landed to find a notification on his phone that SweetiePie90 had a new video up. When he opened it, Bitty couldn’t help the smile that spread over his face. They looked so… comfortable. Happy. Even though the video didn’t show either of their faces, Bitty got the sense that everyone could see how close they were. The video cut off with the kiss.

School picked right back up where he’d left it – which meant that Bitty was, to be honest, a little behind. He hurried to his afternoon classes and then to practice, and by the time he got back to the Haus, Bitty didn’t even want to think about his pile of homework. He had at least two papers to write and resolved to deal with them just like he usually did – procrastination by baking. He was happily cutting butter into flour to make crust when he came up with a plan.

Three pies later – honey peach, chocolate pecan, and blueberry crumble – Bitty felt ready to bring his friends to the table. Coordinating schedules wasn’t that difficult, but because of senior stress levels, Bitty waited until Holster, Lardo, and Ransom were all already back at the Haus.

“So,” he said, clenching his hands under the table, “I’ve, uh. I’ve been seeing someone for a while, now.”

Ransom and Holster exchanged a look and grinned.

“Yeah?” said Ransom.

Lardo didn’t say anything.

Right. Best to just… rip off the bandaid, right? “It’s Kent Parson,” Bitty said, after a long moment of silence.

Holster stared. “Wait,” he said. “ What ?!”

“Kent Parson ?” Ransom filled his mouth with pie a moment later, glancing away from Bitty.

“I thought you were dating Jack,” said Lardo, pausing with a fork in hand.

“Yeah,” Holster said.

Oh. Fuck.

“No,” Bitty said, twisting his fingers together. “Kent and I have been together for, um. For like. A year and a half?” His voice rose on the last word, nerves coming to the surface.

“Holy shit, bro,” said Ransom. “It wasn’t Jack?”

“Wait. This is Bribery Pie,” said Holster, looking down at his plate of blueberry crumble, fork halfway to his mouth. “How dare you lure us in here to discuss your flagrant falsehoods with a Bribery Pie?!”

“Three Bribery Pies,” Ransom said.

“Flagrant falsehoods?” Lardo raised an eyebrow.

“He’s been watching some period dramas,” said Ransom.

Three Bribery Pies!” Holster put a bite in his mouth anyway, ignoring their discussion of his word choices. “S’not like you needed ’em. But goddamn, bro.”

“Was it the kegster?” Lardo asked, looking back to Bitty.

“No,” Bitty said. “I met him online. It’s a long story.”

“Spill, bro,” said Holster.

“Wait. Wait ,” said Ransom. “Was Kent Parson your Boston booty call?”

“More like my Boston boyfriend ,” Bitty said, the tips of his ears burning.

“Bro,” said Holster. “ Bro . Is this why you got to go to the Winter Classic?”

“You know it is,” said Ransom. “Fuck. You sneaky bastard.”

It was a good thing Bitty had made coffee. They sat around the kitchen table for a long time, talking about everything – how long Bitty had known Kent, how many people knew about their relationship, Kent’s visit over the summer. When he returned to his room, Bitty flopped onto his bed. Had he ever been so tired? It didn’t seem like it.

When he picked his phone up, the notification from Kent’s Instagram caught his eye. Opening the app, Bitty found himself looking at a simple picture of a familiar lamp. It glowed in the photo, brilliant gold against the darkness of Kent’s bedroom. Scrolling to see the caption, Bitty swallowed against a lump in his throat.

I love you like XO You love me like XO Baby love me lights out

( missed the beginning? catch up on AO3! )

Even today I can’t draw like I want, but the best way to fight against an art block is drawing, so, here it is!

I’ll do a bettere fan art of honey lemon later, because I really like her way to dress and her colors. But know here she is with an another outfit!

I’ve read that she is a fan of chemistry, so on her t-shirt there is a little joke about the sugar! I hope you like it!