Out of the blue, you hear your name spoken in a familiar voice. You turn and see the person that matches the voice pushing his way through the crowd.
You stare. “Dr. Grant?”
Standing in the middle of a dive bar in Michigan is Professor Steven Grant, wearing a black dress shirt and a name tag that’s completely redundant to you, considering you couldn’t forget him if you tried.
“Hiya,” he says, tipping his glass to you.
Or: An unexpected encounter leads to something more.
Rating: 18+ only* / minors: do not read/interact
WC:10k
Tags/warnings:slow burn; mutual pining; idiots to lovers; professor/student relationship (eventually)**; smut (eventually); Reader is a “blank slate” but has a backstory; yearning; kissing/making out; angst
A/N:big big shoutout to @nobodys-baby-now for helping me work out the kinks in this chapter after I realized I had to delete 5k words and panicked. thank you so much, bb!
*This series, and my entire blog, are 18+ only. To follow & interact, you must be 18 or older and have your age in your bio.
**Do as I say, not as I fictionalize. It goes without saying that the plot of this series would be extremely inappropriate IRL. Please don’t fuck your professors.
I’m just so happy you were able to figure this out in such a perfectly timed way that I’m having a meltdown at 9 am. Seriously, you’re UNBELIEVABLE.
This chapter was incredible!!! I was so excited to see 10k at the top only to devour like it was my job. HOW DO YOU DO THAT!!! HOW DO YOU MAKE IT FLOW SO SMOOTHLY AND EASILY!!
You’re so GOOD. I am so happy you were able to figure this one out, you’re incredible and this fic is incredible too
VEE I AM CRYING
seriously, you know that this fic wouldn’t exist without you. I would still be fighting with this if it weren’t for your feedback and brainstorming help!! thank you so much and ily and I’m sorry for causing an 8 am meltdown
