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anonymous asked:

Any McKirk AU with Jim being a teacher, no matter what else, just Jim being a teacher

  • First day at school always sucks. Whether you’re a student or a teacher, there’s always a sense of “what’s going to happen?” and you don’t quite know until you get there. Jim’s fresh from the academy, too, when he gets hired for a teaching position in Atlanta. It’s not exactly Manhattan, San Fran or D.C., but it will do for now. Little does he know, the job isn’t actually in Atlanta, but a tiny little village roughly an hour outside the city. Well, fuck. At least Atlanta is only an hour away, whatever one does in Atlanta, anyway.
  • He gets to explore this sleepy little town for exactly one evening before school starts, which means he finds the first bar and drinks himself some liquid courage. “You’re not from around,” the man next to him said. “What gave it away?” Jim asks. “You’re drinking the only imported beer we have, for starters, and you look too fancy in your button-up shirt. What’cha doing here?” “New job,” Jim replies, turning to face the other properly. Strong jawline, grumpy exterior, combined with broad shoulders and a baggy t-shirt that exposes those arms just perfectly. Nice. Perhaps this town isn’t so bad after all. “Well,” the other says, “congratulations. You made your career in the middle of nowhere. Let’s drink to that.”
  • They do drink to that. And then they drink to Leonard’s divorce finally being settled. And then they drink to asshole exes. And then suddenly, Jim finds himself pressed up against the door of his own apartment. Lips chasing drunken kisses, and hands work messily on the buttons of his shirt. “What happened to ‘show me your place’?” Jim huffs against Leonard’s lips, pulling him in closer and shrugging his shirt off when they stumble inside. “Okay,” Leonard says, kissing over Jim’s neck, “show me your bedroom?” Jim laughs at that, though he grabs Leonard’s hand and drags him further inside.
  • He’s gone the next morning when Jim’s alarm goes off. Jim’s head hurts from drinking, and his body feels sore from last night’s activities. He takes a quick shower in that new apartment of his, still feeling like crap when he finally makes it to the school. Equipped the way a teacher should be; in a clean button-up, and a backpack with an apple or two, Jim walks into his classroom and meets his new students.
  • Jim loves kids, and they keep him occupied until lunch time. By then, he finds his way into the teacher lounge and looks around the mostly occupied tables. The one that has an available seat, though, has no one other than Leonard sitting there, casually enjoying his lunch. Panic hits Jim briefly, because how typical is it that he slept with a fellow teacher? But Leonard throws him a quick smile, and then Jim decides to just suck it up and sit with him. “Hungover?” Leonard asks, and Jim shakes his head. “Not anymore,” he replies, “not a great start on your first day, though.” Leonard chuckles at that. He watches Jim take out his sandwiches and an apple from his bag, and then rolls his eyes. “You’re such a stereotype.” “What? I like apples.” “Stereotype,” Leonard repeats. He clears his throat, and then continues: “Do you want to come over for dinner sometime?” “Oh,” Jim replies, in lieu for a better answer, “I’d love that, but I think I should settle in, first. I mean, I’m not particularly looking for anything serious-” but Leonard raises his hand. “A simple 'no’ is enough, Jim,” he says, “Nothing serious, I get it.”
  • But nothing serious is hard when Jim finds out he’s teaching Joanna McCoy, who’s Leonard’s daughter. And the first time he fails her on a test, Leonard’s at his door to demand answers. They settle their disagreement (Jim’s right, though, because Joanna plainly didn’t study for her test) by sleeping together. Jim also volunteers for a school trip for the older classes, and he gets assigned together with Leonard. They visit a museum in Atlanta, keep an eye on the pupils, and bicker over the artwork. Jim finds comfort in Leonard’s presence when he gets homesick, and he stays for almost the entire weekend, just watching movies on Netflix and eating ice cream with Joanna and Leonard on the couch. Not being serious gets even harder when there’s a neighborhood street party, and Jim doesn’t find most people interesting enough to engage with them socially for longer than maybe 10 minutes. With Joanna, though, he chats for nearly an hour. And he speaks with Leonard for most of the night. First, about the best way to grill burgers (they don’t agree on each other’s suggestions). Then, about the literature Joanna has to read for school. Then, about everything and nothing, and suddenly it’s late and Jim realizes just how tired he really is. He doesn’t live much further from the party than Leonard does, but when Leonard suggests he crashes at his place, Jim’s more than happy to accept.
  • Joanna comes to school with a home baked apple pie on Jim’s birthday. She says she made it herself, but Jim knows Leonard probably did most of the work. So during the break, he cuts out a piece and walks over to Leonard’s classroom, and he catches him before he leaves to the teacher’s lounge. “I got you some pie,” Jim says, holding the paper plate with the apple pie in his hands. “Apple pie? There’s a surprise,” Leonard says, smiling lightly. And so Jim sits on Leonard’s desk, both eating pie while they talk - and both forget to actually go to the teacher’s lounge to enjoy lunch. Instead, when it’s time to return to class, Jim gets back up on his feet. “I’ll see you later?” Jim asks, “I’m cooking a curry tonight, so you and Jo are more than welcome.” “Okay, we’ll be there,” Leonard says. Jim leans in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and that catches both of them by surprise. “Uh,” Leonard starts, “what happened to 'nothing serious’?” “This is your fault,” Jim says quickly, “you’re the one dragging me in with those dark eyes, that caring personality and the feeling of being in a relationship. Your fault. That kiss was an accident-” he starts, but when Leonard leans in, so does he. “So,” Leonard says when he pulls away, “still a mistake?” Jim looks up at him, arms slowly finding their way around Leonard’s shoulders. “No.”