#happy fluffy wednesday afternoon dudes

[tirednotflirting]

i’ve got a secret for the mad (in a little bit of time it won’t hurt so bad)

i was sad last night and this just happened. (baby’s first time writing lashton pls be nice)

Luke wakes up in an odd position, his long limbs tucked up onto the couch, an ache in his neck but also a pair of lips press against where the pain begins (something oddly poetic, he would reflect on later during a writing session that only he and Calum attended). Ashton's body is half on top of his own, the drummer’s calloused fingers pressing against his ribs under the t-shirt Luke had thrown on after showering in the venue the night before hopping on their bus.

The night before they had finished up their last Texas show which meant the long drive from Houston to Denver for the next show was on the agenda for the next couple of days. The show that night had felt a bit weird, Luke found himself thinking as he rummaged through the fridge in search of a few beers and a bottle of kombucha as he was the one who had been sent back to grab drinks for a movie night. Not that it hadn’t been a good show but at times he had found himself feeling some kind of tense energy during certain songs. Like a lack of fluidity he normally felt jamming with the guys for an arena of 10,000+ people.

He brushes it off pretty easily for now though, assuming it was maybe the lack of sleep or dehydration (the latter thought causing him to grab a bottle of water for himself as well) and shrugs to himself as he gently kicks the fridge door closed before wandering back to the lounge. Michael was standing in front of the TV, one hand on his hip while the other pointed a remote to the box, flipping through Netflix options. Calum stands just behind him, his chin resting against the blonde’s shoulder, softly adding comments about different titles he was finding he might be interested in.

Luke pulls a couple of the beers out from where they were cradled in his arms and passes one to each of them, the two boys turning and smiling their thanks as Luke continues walking past them toward the couch where Ashton was seated, his thumb swiping across his phone screen and his legs covered with a fleecy throw.

“Grabbed you a hippie juice,” Luke says quietly to him, trying not to startle him as he took a seat on the free end, his arm reaching over Ashton's shoulder to hand him the glass bottle of the pinky beverage. The comment would normally result in a giggle from the older boy along with some faux complaint at Luke making fun of his current drink of choice. Instead he is met with silence from Ashton, the mumblings of Calum and Michael trying to decide on what to watch and the hum of the interstate being the only sound to meet his ear.

Luke pouts as he let the bottle fall into Ashton's lap. As his eyes stay glued to the screen in front of him, his fingers now tapping against the glass, Luke was starting to have an idea of what might have felt off earlier in the night. He nudges his shoulder between Ashton's shoulder blades and let his head drop to his shoulder, the back of the couch keeping Luke from falling back as he looks up a bit at his cheek. Tired and somewhat sad hazel eyes met Luke’s blue as he felt Ashton sigh. “What is it, Luke?”

He immediately returns the question with another. “What’s bugging you?”

Ashton's tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth before his eyes lift to the ceiling and he takes a deep breath. Just as he’s about to respond, they both lift their eyes to the sound of footsteps toward the door that leads to the front of the bus as Mikey starts to speak. “Got a text that we’re stopping at McDonald's before we get too far out from anything. You guys want to join?”

Luke looks up to Ashton's face just as he’s looking down toward him with eyes pleading with him to not move. Luke lifts his head for a moment to respond for both of them. “Think we’re all good for now, you guys go ahead.”

The two of them shrug and wander toward the front, Luke watches them meander past the bunks as the lounge door slips shut again. He settles further into the plushy couch and Ashton scoots up some before letting his head drop into Luke's lap. He sighs gently again, this time against the knee closest to his face as he faces away from the pouting blonde. “Miss home. miss the sunflowers out back, miss that cat I started feeding out on the front porch.”

It was pretty routine for Ashton to hit some kind of slump around the halfway mark of a tour. Everyone was tired, everyone was missing the comforts of their own beds and kitchens. Being the first tour back after not being able to be out on the road for so long, Luke was honestly surprised it had taken this long for the boy in his lap to reach this point. He knew that by the end of it, Ashton had grown incredibly fond of his mornings watching the flowers he had been tending to dance in the breeze, of really taking his time to make his coffee in whatever fancy way he had read about trying recently.

Luke lets his fingers run through Ashton's black dyed curls (the longer style he had sported out of necessity summer 2020 was one he decided he wanted to keep for a while). The attention causes Ashton to turn some so he can look up into the eyes of the boy he’s cuddled himself onto. The action was one he had been hoping for, feeling and watching Luke wrap the dark hair around his painted fingers being one that brought him an almost odd sense of calm (a feeling he had found himself scribbling into song lyrics in his journals). 

Just as Luke’s about to respond, to offer some kind of comforting something to try to make Ashton feel even a little better (he really hates to see him so upset and stuck in his head), he speaks up again. “Which like, I know is bullshit. Because I know I spent probably a collective three weeks on FaceTime and stuff whining about not being able to be out on the road with you guys and seeing the fans and stuff but—“

He stops as Luke reaches out his free hand to the one Ashton has resting against his chest. The younger boy tangles up their fingers and squeezes against his palm. “You don’t have to try to explain yourself to me. Come on, I get it.”

Luke rhythmically taps his fingers against the knuckles of the other boy, hoping to get him to focus on the pattern to relax him as he continues. “You think I don’t miss Petunia? Or spending nights out in the backyard around that fire pit we decided to finally build to jam around? Or watching you make breakfast in the morning after we all ended up falling asleep around my place after hanging too late?”

Ashton feels his cheek press into Luke’s thigh as he smiles, remembering the image of a sleepy, bleach-blonde Luke sitting on the counter beside the stove, a cup of coffee cradled between both hands, his eyes tired but happy as he watches Ashton flip pancakes and cut fruit. He’s pulled out of the summer-sun soaked memory when Luke keeps going. “But we’re lucky. Because we get to go out and make people really happy making music that we’re proud of when honestly, I was worried we would never get to do it again like this.”

And of course he’s right. Ashton knows that. He suddenly thinks of another memory from the end of the previous summer also in Luke's kitchen. It was after another night with everyone in his backyard. Michael and Calum had just left (Michael deciding to drive a giggly, clingy Calum back home with promises to make sure they were both on time to the writing session at Ashton’s in the morning) and Luke and Ashton were cleaning up when Ashton suddenly heard a sniffling from the opposite side of the kitchen island. Luke faced away from him toward the cabinets but upon turning him around with a gentle hand against his shoulder, Ashton was met with red, glossy eyes before Luke tucked his face into the somewhat shorter man’s neck, his arms wrapping around his waist. He spoke quietly of his fears of never getting back out on the road so as to avoid a full blown meltdown. 

And while Ashton knew the wine Luke had sipped throughout the night was definitely heightening his emotions, he also knew the fears the boy in his arms confessed were ones shared by all four of them. Lacking the words to help dismiss those fears at the time, Ashton had just held Luke for a while in the kitchen, eventually waddling them both down the hall to the bedroom. He let the blonde cuddle into his side to fall asleep before sneaking out to finish cleaning up the kitchen and grabbing his keys to head home. 

(Before returning back to the present moment, his mind sits for a minute on how the night actually ended - he had one foot out of the door when he heard a sniff from across the living room, Ashton turning to see Luke in the pajama pants and t-shirt he had managed to get him to change into, the curly boy’s lips pouted as he blinked over at him. Ashton sighed with a smile as he dropped his keys into the bowl by the door, clicking the lock back into place before toeing off his boots and following Luke back to the bedroom, agreeing to play as the big spoon until the morning.)

Ashton feels Luke poke at his cheek and he screws his eyes shut and shakes himself back to where he’s currently at, staring up at the sweet smile and golden curls just above him. “All of that to say,” Luke starts as he draws figure 8s through the black curls and Ashton finds himself leaning back into his hand. “You’re allowed to be home sick. Especially after being stuck at home for so long. It’s not often we’re allowed to get used to what it feels like. Being at home.”

The drummer turns then to face the ceiling again as he nods slowly, knowing there wasn’t much of a solution to his current feelings aside from just waiting for them to pass. It's then that Calum and Michael return to the back lounge on the bus, giggling as they find places to set the food on the far too tiny coffee table in between the two couches. Michael informs the two that had stayed behind that they got them fries and Luke smiles brightly as he thanks them. Calum is typing into the search bar the name of whatever comedy the two of them must have decided on while waiting for their food.

Luke is preparing to ask what they’ve settled on as he continues to listen to the two of them laugh while Calum types in each additional letter, when the weight in his lap is lifted. He watches wordlessly as Ashton gets up off the couch and plants himself on the opposite side of Luke, his legs then tossing over the blonde’s lap and his head moving to rest where Luke’s shoulder meets his neck. He wonders if Ashton can feel the warmth of the blush that he’s sure is now painting it’s way up the back of his neck and cheeks. He pulls his left arm out from where it's been squished into the couch cushion and moves to wrap it around Ashton's waist, an action that provides him the reward of the black haired boy nestling a bit closer toward his chest. 

He finishes his question to Calum, who, upon turning to answer him, rolls his eyes as a smirk forms against his lips. He bites his tongue to avoid calling attention to the current arrangement his bandmates have placed themselves in since he was able to tell during the show that something was keeping Ashton stuck up in his head. Calum turns back to the TV and clicks play then and the title of a comedy from their childhood flashes onto the screen and Luke finds himself chuckling to himself just as the other two had before. Calum hits the light by the door and throws himself onto the other couch causing Michael to jokingly whine as the bassist lets his legs fall over his lap.

As Luke wiggles some to settle more into the couch, Ashton lifts his head in response, his eyes meeting Luke's with a questioning gaze. Luke rubs away the worry between the other boy’s brows that he can see from the white-blue illumination coming from the TV screen and squeezes Ashton’s hip so as to encourage him to settle back into his side. He misses hearing it over the dialogue from the characters on screen but feels a contented hum from Ashton as he cuddles into his neck. It's not fifteen minutes later that Luke catches soft snores in between the hushed laughter from the other couch.

*

He doesn’t remember ever stretching out and falling asleep on the couch. He's wondering how they managed the unconscious movement as he feels the lips against his neck pout some. Luke is still half asleep as he feels a smile stretch lazily across his face when he feels Ashton wrap his warm fingers more around his chest, obviously awake now but still chasing after the last moments of rest. 

Luke's eyes lift from where he’s looking down at the boy against his chest to the door as he hears it slide open, Michael wandering in with a couple of Starbucks cups. “Hey cuddle bugs, time to get up,” he announces in a voice loud enough that both of them groan as he places the cups on the coffee table. “We need to be out at the car to go to those radio shows in an hour.”

He slips out then, giving a similar message to Calum who likely was up in his bunk. (Luke finds himself wondering when Michael suddenly became the morning person of the bunch.) Luke moves to sit up then, attempting to wrap an arm around Ashton so as to avoid letting him fall to the floor with the movement, but he is met with a frustrated noise and Ashton attempts to push his weight more onto him.

“Ash, we gotta—”

“No, five more minutes.”

Luke laughs gently and lets his back fall back against the cushion, deciding the attitude was somehow a good sign. 

“Still feeling homesick?” he questions, his free hand moving to play with the ends of the black curls tickling his cheek. 

“Not anymore,” Ashton mumbles back against his neck. The response is punctuated with him further cuddling into Luke's chest, somehow making the short answer feel like so much more than two little words. 

Luke smiles and makes a mental note to run out between interviews to find where he can buy some sunflowers as he lets his eyes flutter shut once again.

*

#lashton #lashton fic #not even gonna try to tag this like crazy bc i just need to put it out into the world to say that i did #like do i need to apply for a membership card before i can post this #idk im just gonna do it #happy fluffy wednesday afternoon dudes

[bruhlsbees]

sweet disposition: 1/? || femaleprofessor!reader x modern!alex kerner

hi bestie hehe i’d like to request a little series for you, sub! a little jealous modern alex keener (of age) x professor! f reader (late 20’s) - shes an english romantic lit professor & her “love interest” is a film professor who is one of alex’s shared teacher. alex has a little crush on her, and knows the film teacher is after her. super fluffy, smut maybe??? u decide baby, im just so excited eeeeek!!!

summary: alex kerner is a senior film student and develops a crush for his friend, denis, english professor

pairing: modern!alex kerner and professor!reader

warnings: age gap (alex is 22 and reader is 32), wet dream, sweet sweet pathetic boy, nsfw, 18+, minors dni

word count: 4,387

a/n: thank you for the request @gotmadison ily sweet gal!! this will be a short fic series i write and will post probably throughout the coming weekend! :) please enjoy and if you have any requests or asks please send them in!!!

For Alex Kerner, a senior film student, nothing bored him more than the first day of a new unit. He knew what to expect - twenty plus slides about some dead, or borderline dead, director while connecting their life to the style of films they did and how it related to whatever political controversy was going down at the time. Alex knew that there was a reason for going into so much history to better understand the meaning of the films, but jesus did it have to drag for so long?

The auditorium that Alex’s class was held in was larger, although the class was rather small. There were maybe, at most, thirty students in his class, including him, which felt empty as the auditorium they were in was meant to hold almost double that. Alex didn’t mind though, of all the rows, he was the only one in the back, taking the middle seat - of course, the best view to see a film. He recognized a lot of the faces in his class, as it was a senior level class, but he didn’t bother to converse with many.

It wasn’t that he was shy, not overly at least, he just didn’t care to make friends. It was an afternoon class, he was just getting out of work to rush to his class, and far too exhausted to try and fake being friendly…hence him sitting in the back, all alone. 

The ‘Authorship in Cinema’ course he was currently in was held twice a week - both two hours long. The first class of the week was held for lectures and the second class was held for the film screening. The university was just getting back from winter break, continuing into the last half of the semester. In Alex’s class they had finished their unit on Roman Polanski before the break and they came into the next covering Krzysztof Kieślowski. Alex was thrilled to say the least about not having to listen to his film professor rave on Polanski. Even after discussing Polanski’s case, his professor still seemed to idolize the man.

Alex was not fond of his film professor. He was a younger professor, maybe in his late thirties, early forties, and he seemed to praise the worst directors he could find. His name was Jaxon Thorne and was the staple image of a douche. He always wore faded jeans that were tight in the crotch, scuffed up sneakers that he always tried to pass as being cool, and a sweater with a scarf - even though they were inside. He truly didn’t get how girls liked the man. Alex wouldn’t lie though, some of his opinions were interesting, but the guy loved to hear himself talk, that much was obvious. 

They weren’t even at the tenth slide yet when Alex felt himself beginning to doze off. Work had been busy today, fixing satellites and dealing with prissy wives and their drunk husbands. He was almost late getting to class with all the traffic that was on the highway. The last thing he wanted to do was attend class. It took everything in him not to put his head down and go to sleep right there. He had done it before, and that was a mistake he would never make again. Waking up to everyone staring and snickering while the teacher was hovering over you meant for a lasting effect.

But Alex just couldn’t take it, he was so bored with Kieślowski’s early work. The documentaries of everyday lives for city dwellers, workers, and soldiers could not keep his attention even if he wasn’t tired. He sunk down into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, before craning his head to the side on his shoulder. His blinking became slow, desperately trying to stay awake and pay attention, but his eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, his mouth was gaped open, drool slipping out of the corner of his lips.

He didn’t know how long he had dozed off for, but when he woke up he heard the projector screen zip up and the lights click on. Jumping slightly, Alex sat back up, feeling the stickiness of his drool on his face. With a groan, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his jean jacket before beginning to pack his things up into his bag.

“On Wednesday we will dive into his documentary, Workers, and discuss the censorship aspect of it. Come prepared to watch the screening and discuss afterwards. If anyone has any questions or comments, I’ll be staying after for a few minutes.” 

Rolling his eyes, Alex pushed himself out of his chair, swinging his bag over his shoulder before rushing out the back door at the top of the auditorium. He couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough to avoid his teacher from going off on an ‘intellectual conversation’ on their new unit. Barf.

Alex was happy though to finally be out of class and to enjoy his hour and a half break before his next class. He knew he should have been finalizing what project he wanted to submit for critique in his senior portfolio, but he needed something to wake him up. 

As he turned the hallway, going to leave the building, he stopped by the vending machine and pulled out a crinkled bill from his pocket, pushing it into the machine before pressing the buttons to get a bottle of Coke. To his luck, however, the machine stalled, the bottle retriever getting stuck in front of the row and producing an obnoxious ‘whirring’ noise. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Gripping the side of the vending machine, Alex shook the machine roughly, rocking the broken vending machine back and forth until setting it back, sending a punch to the front of it.

“Woah, woah! Jesus man what did that vending machine do to you?”

Turning his head, Alex’s glare softened at the sight of his friend, Denis, approaching him. Denis, with his books still in his hands, tucked them under his arm as he stood in front of the machine, watching as the machine stalled with Alex’s bottle of Coke.

“The stupid thing got stuck! Is it too much to ask for a bottle of co-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the machine began to work again, grabbing the bottle and dispensing it below. Staring blankly at the bottom, his lips pulled into a tight line, Alex could only feel the embarrassment settling in - and it didn’t help to hear Denis laugh at how ridiculous he reacted.

“Oh my god, dude, you seriously need to take it easy. Did work kill you that bad?” Denis asked, watching as Alex bent down to pull out the bottle, standing back up as he began unscrewing the cap, guzzling the pop down. 

Nodding his head, Alex screwed the cap back on before tucking the bottle in his bag, hiccuping at the carbonation before sighing, “Yeah, and it doesn’t help that I gotta go to Professor Dick’s class right after.” 

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Denis nodded, listening to Alex as he vented, “Yeah, Thorne’s a real piece of work. But hey! Only gotta deal with him for another semester after this. Who knows, maybe he will knock a student up and ditch down?”

The fantasy would have been nice to come true, but Alex knew that it would stay just that - a fantasy. Thorne was a questionable guy, with interesting ideas and made borderline inappropriate comments towards the female students in all his classes…but that was just it, he could charm anyone he wanted, and that’s how he stayed around.

“Yeah, maybe when dogs walk on two legs…” Alex mumbled, pressing his knuckles to his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them, a yawn escaping his lips. 

As he dropped his hands down to his side, he felt Denis nudge him in the arm, groaning at the contact as he was too tired to have any contact, “You got class at seven right?”

Nodding, Alex blinked, a tired smile on his face as he smacked his lips, “Yeah…seven to nine, best time of day to have a senior portfolio workshop.” 

Denis laughed at the sarcastic comment, mentioning that it could’ve been worse and be at seven in the morning than at night. Alex, however, couldn’t see how anything could be worse than an evening class after a long day of work.

“Listen, I got my ‘Romanticism in Literature’ class in a few…why don’t you come with me? My teacher’s pretty cool and I’m sure she won’t mind if you sit in. I’m in the back anyways so she probably won’t even realize. She’s got pretty bad vision I’ve realized. I think she said that her glasses don’t got the right prescription or somethin. She’s always runnin late and claims she never has time to put her contacts in.” 

The detailed explanation of the professor’s vision made Alex laugh, shaking his head as Denis looked at him confused, cheeks red, “What? It’s what she’s told us! She’s always coming in late. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came in late this time around. She’s got office hours before class, so she probably gets held up with a student.”

“Sounds like you’re in love with her, is that right, Denny Boy? Someone’s gotta crush on the teacher? Ain’t that every high school kid’s fantasy? Get the hots for the teacher?” 

Scoffing, Denis rolled his eyes at Alex’s teasing and shoved him in the arm, “No man, come on now, it ain’t like that. Look if you don’t wanna come I don’t care, but I gotta go before I’m late.”

Holding his hands up in defense, Alex trailed behind Denis, going back in the direction he originally came from, “Hey, hey, I was only kidding, don’t gotta get defensive. I’ll take along, hopefully I won’t fall asleep in this class. Why you even taking this class anyways?”

Following Denis into the class, the auditorium setup similar to the one he just came out of, except smaller, Alex sat beside Denis in the back row, watching as the class filled up, only a few seats not filled. 

“I guess I gotta earn some more credits outside my degree, this was the only one that wasn’t completely filled up yet and it worked with my schedule. It ain’t too bad, she gives us a lot of free time to work.” 

Watching as Denis set his bag down beside him, opening his textbook to where they left off the other day, Alex watched Denis prep for the class, the teacher not in sight. Alex figured that the teacher must have been running late, like Denis said she always did, but he couldn’t help but wonder how long it’d be before she even showed up.

Fifteen minutes after class was supposed to begin the front door ripped open, slamming shut seconds after while heels frantically clicked towards the desk in the front of class.

“Sorry I’m late! I got caught up with another professor. I hope you all enjoyed your winter breaks and are happy to be back. I know I’m thrilled to be back!” 

The sweet voice caught Alex’s attention, his eyes pulling from his cell phone and to the front of the class where the professor had just walked in. He felt his mouth fall open slightly, catching it before Denis noticed his reaction.

He was expecting an old lady for Denis’ class, someone who was on the edge of death and smelled of cats. What he found, however, was someone the complete opposite. Younger, curvier, and the scent that filled the room when she entered was warm - like she just finished drinking a cup of coffee.

Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, bangs hanging low over her eyes, covering the tops of her crooked frames. She couldn’t have been all that older than him, maybe mid-thirties at max. He didn’t notice what she was wearing below, but the shirt she wore clung to her so well, the outline of her fuller chest displayed with her necklace dipping into her cleavage. 

‘Good God, Alex, get a hold of yourself.’

Alex watched the professor, noticing her speaking although his lusted thoughts deafened his ears. He assumed she was asking how the break went and if anyone did anything fun because a few people raised their hands, a kind smile on her face as she listened to her students.

“That’s great to hear, Polly! You’ll have to show me the photos you took sometime. I have never been to that side of the country before,” Her head shifted towards the other side of the room, looking up at the higher rows. “Did anyone else have anything to share about their break?”

Denis’ professor sat patiently and listened to everyone who wanted to share, giving everyone the opportunity to discuss their breaks before she opened up her laptop to get started with class. Alex watched as she picked up the remote and pointed it to the projector box, the screen coming down beside her with her computer screen displayed.

Her home screen featured what he assumed to be her and some friends. He recognized a few of the people in the photo as they were also professors at the university - what made Alex turn his nose, however, was right beside her - in all his douchebag glory, Jaxon Thorne. Before he could make a cohesive thought, the photo went away and a slideshow on Mary Shelley appeared…and maybe for the better.

“Okay everyone! As mentioned in the email, we are gonna be diving into Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein for this part of the semester,” She began, her warm smile still ignited, chuckling lightly as some of the students up front became uneasy in their seats, excited for the novel, “I’m glad to hear we have some fans. Now, I promised that I wouldn’t give you any reading over break, but because of that we will be reading quite a bit over the next few weeks.”

The slide shifted to the reading guide and what chapters were due when. Alex watched as some students scribbled the due dates down while others pulled out their cell phones, snapping a photo before stuffing their phones away. 

“For Wednesday I would like you all to have read the preface and letters one through four. Come prepared to discuss your analyses of the text and any questions you may have. Of course, I’ll have my office hours open tomorrow and Wednesday before class, but if there are any questions, you can send me an email and I’ll try to get back with you in a timely manner.” 

The rest of class seemed to lull by, Alex’s gaze fixed on the professor that continued to go over what the last half of the semester would look like, answering the occasional question, before finally it was time to pack up and go. Frowning, Alex shifted in his seat, looking at Denis who was packing things up in his bag. 

“It’s over?” Alex asked, eyebrows furrowed, a pathetic frown on his face.

Looking up from his bag, Denis smiled, nodding, “Yeah man, it is. Why? You fall in love with Mary Shelley?” Standing up, Denis pushed his seat under the table and shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, if it works for your schedule and you’re interested, maybe go up and ask if you can enroll. I don’t know if you’ll be able to with it being so late in the semester, but it’s worth a shot,” Glancing down at his watch, Denis sighed, “Look, I gotta run, but let me know how it goes, okay?” Patting Alex’s back, Denis rushed up the stairs and out the back door, fleeing the auditorium to get to his next class on time.

Meanwhile, Alex kept seated, watching as the professor talked with some students who approached her desk after class, laughing and admiring the editions of Frankenstein that students presented. Was this how professors could be with their students? Actually caring and involved? It seemed like Alex had poor luck with his own professors - either they were old as a bat and didn’t know how to work the computer, or they were a presumptuous dick.

When the students began to flock out, already discussing how they were looking forward to Wednesday’s class, Alex finally stood up, pulling his bag over his shoulder and making his way down the auditorium steps. She hadn’t noticed him as he walked, writing something down in her planner. As he stood now in front of her, he cleared his throat awkwardly, gaining her attention as she looked up, squinting before taking her glasses off.

“Hello,” he began shyly, adjusting the strap of his bag, “I’m Alex. My friend, Denis, he’s in your class.” 

At the mention of Denis, she smiled and nodded, “Yes! Denis, nice boy he is,” She adjusted her position in her seat, leaning back slightly, “I-I’m sorry, are you in my class? I don’t believe I’ve ever see-”

“No! I mean, no, no I’m not in your class. I have a free hour before my next class and Denis invited me to sit in for this one,” He rushed, cheeks red as he realized how abruptly he had interrupted her, “I’m sorry, um, yeah I just came down because I really enjoyed your lecture today. I was curious if there was any way I could maybe enroll? I know it’s late in the semester, but I did enjoy today.” 

The cheeky smile faded into a sadder, smaller smile. She chewed on her bottom lip before leaning forward again, crossing her arms over chest, accentuating her cleavage that Alex desperately tried not to stare at.

“Oh, I’m sorry Alex, but I don’t think I can convince the department to let you in this late in the semester. I love your enthusiasm with the course and would love to have you in my class, but I don’t think I can make that happen.” Her smile dropped to a frown when she saw the visible disappointment in Alex’s face before bending over to open her bag, pulling out a copy of Frankenstein, handing it to Alex.

Looking down at the copy, Alex opened the cover, reading what he assumed to be her name in the cover, before flipping through the pages, a weak smile on his face, trying his best to not look so pathetic in front of her.

“How about this? I probably shouldn’t, but if you want to sit in on the days you’re free, you’re more than welcome to. I’ll forward you the reading guide so you can keep up with us, but you won’t earn any credit in this class. Is that okay?” 

His frown turned into a grin, looking up from the book, Alex nodded, his cheeks pink as his toothy crooked grin spread across his face, “Yeah, yes. Thank you,” Tugging down the front of his striped blue shirt, he cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down at the book before back up at her, “Um, so when are your office hours? Just in case I have any questions?”

Letting out a faint ‘ah’, she opened her notebook and scribbled some notes down, tearing off the paper and handing it to Alex, “You’re more than welcome to shoot me an email though if you need help outside of my office hours. Or you can call my office number, sometimes I answer it.” She admitted, her own cheeks going pink at the confession.

Smiling, Alex looked down at the paper and made a mental note to remember all that she had given him.

My email,

My office number,

Office hours are M&W: 3-5:15 and T&R: 1-2

Class takes place on M&W from 5:30-6:30

:)

The smile she left on the page made Alex’s stomach flutter. His thumb ran along the smiley face before he looked up, thanking her quietly for the note. She was sweet, almost too sweet for Alex to absorb, like he was in a sugar coma and begging for more. 

“Of course, it was nice to meet you Alex. I’m looking forward to seeing you in class. I don’t mean to run off, but I’m to meet another professor here in a couple minutes and don’t need to be lectured on being late.”

When she stood up, Alex’s face went hot. The flowy flower blouse that showed more cleavage than he had seen on a professor before was tucked into a tight jean skirt, clinging to her hips in all the right places, a thick black belt holding it all together. If it weren’t for the fact that he was right in front of her, he probably would have started drooling. 

Packing up her desk, she stuffed her things in her bag, throwing her sweater over her shoulder before throwing her bag around her, moving around the desk to stand beside it now, looking up at Alex. He noted how she was shorter, the heels helping her with height, and how good her legs looked in them. Clearing his throat, he shifted his bag around him to sit in front of his pants, attempting to hide any possible pop-up in his jeans.

“If you’re free tomorrow, stop by my office hours. I’ll even buy you a coffee if it’s too early for you. I know you college boys stay up far too late. I can only imagine what your mothers think.” She teased, shaking her head and she turned and began to head out of the room, hearing Alex keep tight on her trail. 

Turning off the lights and letting him leave first, she shut the door behind her and stood beside Alex, motioning towards the English department office, “I’ll see you tomorrow, or Wednesday, my office is the last one on the right. I’ll be sure to leave my door open!” 

Nodding, Alex smiled and waved goodbye as she waved back, rushing down the hall and weaving through the students to get into the office. Letting out a sigh, Alex leaned against the doorway, processing his first encounter with the professor, the boyish lust grin stuck on his face.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Panting hard, Alex gripped her hips tight, his fingers digging into her plush figure, grunting as he snapped his hips into her from behind, her pillowed ass meeting him with each thrust. The sweat that built up on him was beginning to fall down face, trailing down his neck and chest. 

Tangling his right hand into her hair, his left still placed on her hips, Alex pulled her locks gently, smiling at the sound of her wanton moan, her eyes rolling back into her head. 

“A-Alex! Oh god, Alex, I don’t think I’m going to last. F-Fuck!” 

Feeling his own climax build, Alex let out a shaky breath as he bent down craning his neck to kiss her lips as he continued to rut inside of her, his thrusts becoming sloppy and quicker.

The sensation became too much too quickly, his legs shaking as he kneeled behind her befo-

Jolting awake, the obnoxious phone alarm woke Alex from his dream, resulting in a now completely frustrated mood. While still on his back, Alex reached behind him on the shelf that rested behind his bed frame, pulling his phone up and looking at the screen, squinting to gain his vision from waking up, the bright screen burning his eyes.

When he unlocked his phone and opened it, prompting him to his email, his frown lit up and turned into a smile, seeing her name in his inbox.

Good evening, Alex!

I’m sorry this is so late, I’m finally getting back to my apartment and wanted to send this your way before I forgot. Here is the reading guide for the rest of the semester and that information I shared with you earlier in case you lost it.

I look forward to seeing you in my office tomorrow or Wednesday. I hope you have a good night! :)

Best!

Alex’s mood quickly shifted after reading the email. While he was disappointed that the wet dream he was having with her ended so soon, he was more than pleased to see that he had an email from her. Clicking his phone off, Alex tossed his phone onto his bed, sitting up with his hand behind him to keep him up.

His room illuminated a red/orange hue from the lava lamp that sat on his dresser in the corner of his room. Turning his attention towards the window, he looked behind the blinds to see the city life outside his apartment lit up, the sound of music coming from the club down the road and laughs from those partying. 

Letting out a yawn, Alex shook his head and rubbed his face, shifting his legs before stopping quickly, feeling the mess in his boxers. Looking down, Alex groaned seeing the stain in his boxers, pressing his hand to feel the wet spot before sighing, standing up. He pulled his boxers carefully off, tossing them into his laundry basket before making his way into the bathroom to clean up. 

When he entered the small bathroom that was connected to his room, he hissed at the bright light as it came on, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was tangled up, sticking out on the sides and his eyes were squinted, too tired to open them fully. Shaking his head, Alex climbed into the shower and started the water, the cold water hitting him both waking him up and cooling himself down.

He was absolutely and pathetically smitten over her. There was no doubt about it. Since leaving her class, the only thoughts that occupied his mind were of her. He had already planned out what he would wear tomorrow when he went to her office hours. It was pathetic, truly, with how quickly he was letting the woman ruin him. It was ridiculous to say, no doubt, because what would happen between them? Nothing. Not a single thing would come between the two other than a conversation about Frankenstein, maybe a personal question here and there.

Or so he thought.

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[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day. Even if it never actually snowed like it was supposed to and Im slightly bummed about that. 

I slept pretty okay. And I woke up around 830 when I heard James working in the living room. His new schedule has him going from wednesday til saturday, but that works out well because he is trying to do some substitute work. So hell have two school days for that and always have sundays off. Pretty excellent. 

I stayed in bed just watching videos on my phone for a long while. But I knew I had much to do today. I accomplished many things and Im pretty proud of that. 

When I did get up I got washed and dressed. My piercing looks even better today and Im really happy about that. I felt super cute and good about myself. 

I had breakfast and played a little animal crossing. Visited a few islands. But I knew I wanted to go to target. I could only remember a couple things I wanted, but the real reason was I wanted to get some stuff for James for valentines and I hadnt had time because of work and snow and sleepy. And because the weather was supposed to get gross in the afternoon I headed out pretty early. 

I talked to Mr Will in the hallway. Told him James is working from home. And that my job ended again so Im on the hunt again. But thats alright. It was nice to see him and joke around. 

And then I was on the road. It was an alright drive. A little bit of icy rain but thats fine. The tire needed air, because it always does. So I felt nervous about that the whole time. Well fix that tomorrow before we go to ikea. 

I got to target and got a spot not to far from the doors. I wished I had a hood or an umbrella but that was okay. 

I had a nice time walking around. I got the few things I needed. And really just enjoyed walking around. It wasnt busy and I got mostly what I needed. Of course I would remember what else I needed once I got home. But whatever. Theres more time. 

I was only frustraited when I left target because I texted James to see if he wanted me to bring him home lunch. I was trying to be nice. But he didnt answer me. And then he texted me about the rain?? And I was like. Dude. So I wasnt happy when I got home a half hour later.

But I knew he's working and I cant be to upset. It was just that it felt like every other time today he was just playing on his phone and the one time I needed his attention someone called and he had to work. But I know thats just the bad luck of it all. 

It was nice just sitting in the livingroom with him. And once he did have lunch (which was an hour later than the other days of the week we found out) he went and got us burger king. 

I worked in the studio. I dyed the wrong color dress I got. Its now a lovely brown that I can use for my renfaire costumes and Im really excited about that. I also got to work on a commision for our friend Gaby. She wants a capybara and it was very hard to figure that one out. So I had to make it in paper and then make it in fabric twice before I was alright with the design. And Gaby had some good insight and idea too. It was hard because there arent a lot of good capybara plushes and I couldnt find any that were standing. So figuring out how the head would go on was a challenge. The first one was to flat and looked like a hippo. The second was much better. I just need to find some brown fluffy fabric now so I can make the real thing. Some adjustments to the pattern and I hope she loves him.  

I would get really tired for a bit after that though. 

I drew on my tablet for a long while. But I choked on my tea and had a coughing fit that made me feel sick. Sucked. So eventually I would get in bed and just rest and watch videos and play around online for to long. 

Once James was done work he played video games and eventually I would paint our fingers and toes. I would put together his valentienes gift. And take a shower. And now I am chilling, waiting for my nails to dry. I tried the heart top coat again that wouldnt dry last time. So well see how that goes I guess. 

Im excited for valentines day. I am going to wear my new overalls and were going to ikea and Im just looking forward to spending the day with James after his very long work week. I hope you all have a great day and it is filled with love of all kinds. 

Goodnight everyone! 

[dandelions-sea-blog]

bunnies don’t lay eggs... Chapter Two

Since this is going to now be an actual series I guess I gotta give it it’s own post.

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There isn’t much good about being forcibly impregnated by a delusional rabbit then kiddnaped and held against your will in its home. Honestly most monsters would be strapped to find even one good thing about that situation. But Red… Red likes to see himself as a glass-half full kinda guy.

“jesus fucking christ ,” Red moans, throwing his head back against the couch cushions. His mouth is full of whatever the fuck was kabobed onto that stick he just ate, chewing like it was an olympic sport. Red wipes a bit of drool off the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. “god - how did you fucking make that?” He asks, turning to face his couch-companion, who seems subtly delighted by Red’s reaction. The rabbit’s eyes are almost always half lidded, as if he’s constantly tired; it makes it a bit easier to read him than most others.

“old family recipe, my friend,” He says with a wink. “ma used t’ make it for us when we were kits.”

“huh, really?” Red asks, ears perking with intrigue.

“nah i just got it off the internet.”

Red chuckles along with the bunny, reaching for another kabob as he lazes out across the cushions. Despite his brother being absolutely awful Stretch is actually halfway decent- ah fuck it, he’s fully decent. Red could easily see him and Stretch being close friends even outside of this craphole situation; provided that Stretch wasn’t eaten onsight. Rabbit-Wolf friendships almost never have a happy ending, though it might be different for these so-called “Easter” bunnies. They are almost as tall as normal monsters - pretty powerful too, right up there with the wolves. Even Boss might have a hard time contending with these guys…

Red will have to give him a hand in wiping this whole miserable species to extinction when he gets out of here.

It seems like Stretch is about to doze off, his feet kicking up and laying out across the spread on the couch, jostling Red’s chains and creating a harmonic pattern of ‘ chink’ s through the air. Red shifts as well, moving himself so the chains aren’t as much of bother to his bunny companion. Napping has always been one of his favorite past times - and now that he as twelve tiny leeches inside of him draining his lifeforce away he is given plenty of opportunity to nap. For the first few days Red was furious about it; refusing to sleep out of sheer spite that he was being forced to. That asshole Blue wasn’t much help, trying to insist that Red sleep in the same room as him. It’s bad enough that Red has to sleep on the same planet as him.

Once again it was Stretch who ended that stint. Red had never before met someone who so deeply understands the art of snoozing; they could have conversations for hours about dozing before inevitably passing out. Red probably would have kept himself awake with a mixture of coffee and malice until he dropped dead if it weren’t for him. Chill guy…

“think we got time for a nap before the cuntrag comes home?” Red asks. Blue is personally offended by sleep (yet another reason to hate that fluffy fuck) and while that has absolutely no bearing on Red’s enjoyment of them, Stretch tends to feel bad if he is out when the other comes home.

“uh, ya know that’s my bro yer talkin’ bout,” Stretch says, just a dash of brotherly protectiveness in his otherwise lazy tone. “but yeah, he works late on wednesdays so we should be good.” Red still can’t wrap his head around the idea that Stretch is related to that tiny sociopath; how could anyone stand to be around that cheary little creep is beyond him. Stretch seems to pick up on this line of thought going through Red’s mind and sighs. “look, i know you hate him and all-”

“oh i wouldn’t use the word hate ,” Red assures, holding up a paw to count off on his fingers. “abhor, loathe, despite, fantasize about his death on a daily basis… take yer pick.”

“well, despite you not liking him he’s actually a pretty cool dude,” Stretch says, opening a single eye to look at Red. “and he really does love you.”

“good for him,” Red mutters, rolling his eyes. “what a romantic fella - sure knows how t’ treat a gal right.” Red kicks his foot, rattling the chain for emphasis. “though if he were doin’ this right he’d be givin’ me the ball to go along with the chain… ”

“technically speaking he gave you twelve.”

Ugh. That jokes was bad, even by Red’s standards. Still - it’s too early in the afternoon for an argument, and it has become an unspoken rule between him and Stretch not to bring up Blue unless they want to fight. And neither of them really have the energy for unnecessary grudges.

Red finds himself drifting off fairly quickly, the window above them is open and the summer air is so blissfully pleasant . In the wolf’s village it is almost impossible for anyone to enjoy the weather - the air is almost always clogged with dust and relaxing outside is more akin to a death sentence than a tranquil outing. Again, Red could easily see himself enjoying life here if it weren’t for two little things.

One, Blue . Two, his eggs.

Red resists the urge to thumb over his belly, knowing that it will just make him upset. Thankfully the eggs are a set size and wont be getting any bigger. It was the first thing that Stretch had reassured him of in those first days where Red went back and forth between sobbing and incoherent rage. And they won’t even be inside of him when they hatch - his body will force them out days prior to be incubated externally. Red is pretty sure he made at least one or two “mother hen” jokes between his sobs when he found that out. So it’s not as bad as it could be.

That still doesn’t mean Red won’t smash these fucking eggs and their “mother” the moment they are out of him. His first escape attempt wasn’t very successful without his magic (that would be how he ended up with a tether around his ankles) and Red isn’t stupid enough to think that blindly charging out into the bunny village over and over would work. Especially when he is so big now that there is no way he can even properly run. Which means he’s just going to have to wait until the babies are out of him.

Great.

“welp. i need’t go pick up some stuff for dinner,” Stretch says, sliding off of the couch. He pops his back as he goes to grab his hoodie from off of the chair he so gracelessly flung it on earlier. He shrugs it on, pulling the hood over his head. Red will never get over how absolutely adorable it is that the hood has little sleeves for the rabbit’s tall ears. “you want anythin’?”

“my freedom, my life back and the slaughter of everyone even mostly responsible for my current situation,” Red says, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“k. how’s about some chips?”

“sure.”

“what flavor?”

“sour cream and onion… if they don’t got that salt and vinegar’s fine.”

“sweet,” Stretch says, heading for the door. “see ya in, like, an hour.” Red hears the creek of the hinges and the rattle of the door slamming shut. He sighs, readjusting drowsily now that he has all of the couch to himself.

There is still a kabob left on the table, catching Red’s attention. He sighs, reaching over and grabbing the stick. Stretch really is an amazing cook, but there are unavoidable hitches to the plan of having a wolf live as a bunny’s mate. Namely diet. Stretch can make carrots and broccoli taste as good as venison, but the nutritional value is something even he can’t change. Red needs meat. It’s only been a few weeks and he can already feel himself losing strength. Eventually his bones and teeth will start to suffer - he can already feel his fur coming loose and losing its shine. The stupid fucking eggs accelerate the process, eating of 90% of his body’s resources.

Red sighs. He’ll talk it out with the rabbits later. There’s gotta be some kinda solution here… maybe they have a really annoying neighbor they want gone, or some criminals who would be better for everyone dead.

For now Red finishes the last kabob, using the stick to pick his teeth before folding his arms against his chest. He closes his eyes, letting out a long sighs as he drifts back to sleep. He dreams of home, of meat, of his brother, and of Blue tied down and tortured before being eaten alive by wolves.

What a nice dream.

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[h4rin]

prompt ; Hi Love can I can #19 "It isn't important" with Vav's St. Van? Angsty fluff please 💛 tysm -- @aesthedick-cheol​

word count ; 2,033 oh my god

im sorry that this is so bad omg i’m so tired but i couldn’t stop writing but im so TIRED

This was not your week. You weren’t entirely sure as to how it had started going south, but Jesus shit, it just wouldn’t stop.

It wasn’t even just filled with terrible things, the world wasn’t ending, but the general mood of everyone you knew was too depressing for you to be even mildly happy. As a matter of fact, you had woken up on Monday happy! It was your two year anniversary with Geumhyuk, and, despite not being able to see him face to face until Friday, you were still able to Skype and text and such. At least the two of you had been able to talk for a few hours, him apologizing profusely for not being there.

“It’s okay,” you said, “I’ll get to see you on Friday, and that’s all that matters.”

Your friend, however, had not had such a great Monday. Around six in the evening, she called you, sobbing horribly. “Listen, [Y/N],” she started, “Jaeyoung broke up with me, and I am drunk. I need you to pick me up, and fair warning, I am most likely going to throw up in your car.”

Already on the way to your car, ignoring your slowly burning dinner, you asked, “Because you’re sad, or because you’re drunk beyond belief?”

A vague vomiting sound came through your phone, making you cringe. “Both,” she heaved. You groaned, very audibly. “Is Geumhyuk there?”

“No,” you responded through a sigh as you started the car. “He’s on tour. He’s gonna be back on Friday, though.”

“I’m sorry, babes,” she replied, words slurring together much more. “When will you be here?” She had to repeat herself six times in order for you to understand it.

“Eh, five minutes?” Your statement came out as a question. “Are you outside?”

“I’m nodding!” her answer came a minute later, in the form of a yell. “Whoops,” she whispered, “yeah, I am. I’m nodding.”

You managed to keep her on the line until you were able to pick her up, and the ride back to your apartment wasn’t exciting, but it wasn’t boring, either. You had music harsher than she usually listened to playing, but softer than you usually listened to it. The two of you talked about whatever you could to keep her awake. You knew she wasn’t in danger, but you really didn’t want to be alone.

She didn’t throw up during the car ride, but once she got out, she promptly turned around, threw up in your car, then stumbled off towards your apartment building. You groaned quietly, locking your car and following the stumbling mess that was your best friend up the staircase. Once you were sure that she would be safe, asleep in the pullout bed from your couch, a giant bottle of water right next to her face, you trudged back outside, a bucket of various cleaning supplies in your hand.

The sun was up before you were even half-sure that the vomit was going to be out of the car’s carpet. You groaned again, eyelids falling on themselves. You rubbed your eyes, yawning hugely, as you realized that, oh, shit, you have work. You had a few hours, but you had other shit that you had to do that day.

Yikes.

You walked up to your apartment, immensely salty that you had gotten a home so far up, and once you opened your door, you were hit by the groans of you insanely hungover friend. “Close the door,” she moaned. “I’m a vampire, the light…”

“Water’s a foot from your face.” She pulled the blanket further over her head, covering her eyes, and slid the water bottle up the makeshift fort. One minute and a lot of crinkling plastic later, the giant water bottle was empty, twisted up and outside of the blanket. She was breathing heavily as you shut the curtains around the giant windows that you had worked so hard to get. Oh, that was why you had gotten a home up so far. “I’ll make bacon.” A grunt of appreciation came from on top of the couch.

Half an hour of cooking later, your friend was much better. She’d taken some pain medication as well, helping her killer headache. “Thank you,” she broke the silence through a mouthful of hangover cure. “I owe you my life. Don’t you have work, though?” “Not until noon,” you muttered over a half-assed cup of coffee. You were clinging onto it like it was giving you life, which, at that point, it was. Not sleeping the entire night had caught up with you, the smell of vomit clinging to you.

“...It’s like, ten til.” Your eyes shot open.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you whispered to yourself, practically slamming your mug on the small table. You raced to your room, yanking your uniform out of your closet and grabbing the small bag of emergency supplies. It was filled with face wipes, travel deodorant, and dry shampoo, as well as a phone charger, which you wouldn’t have even thought of. Even though you weren’t on it for the majority of the night, it was still almost entirely drained. “I’ll see you later, go home!”

“No promises!” she yelled back. Your car, thankfully, smelled less like vomit than you did. Sadly, that meant that you absolutely smelled live vomit. You most likely broke a few laws racing to work, and barely made it on time.

The rest of your Tuesday was a blur. Your friend was still in your apartment when you got home, which ended up being a good thing. “I still have work tomorrow,” you muttered into the pillow that you had immediately crashed into. “I’m gonna die.”

“No, you’re not,” she responded, gently rubbing your back. “I’ll do some laundry, go take a shower.”

“I’m too tired to move.” You were already falling asleep on the crappy bed. “I’ll shower,” you yawned, “later.”

Your friend crinkled her nose. “That’s gross, but you definitely need to sleep. I’ll wake you up later.”

“I will end you.” That was the last thing you remember from that night. By the time you woke up the next morning, it was already eight. You had fallen asleep at six in the evening. You did, however, feel great, and your friend woke up right before you, or so she claimed.

“Clothes.” Was all she said. You did as she asked, changing into pajamas that she’d put in your dryer for a minute. The soft feeling of fluffy fabric gave you hope that your week could get better, even before Geumhyuk got home.

That feeling, of course, disappeared as soon as your brother called.

“I got kicked out,” was all he said, the unrecognized number easily traced to a payphone. Those still exist? Wednesday already sucked ass. He called back twenty minutes later, however, all he said being, “Nevermind.” Your family was complicated.

Your friend came back a few minutes later, around eleven in the morning, with clean and dry laundry. “There was an issue,” she muttered, barely willing to make eye contact with you. “It’s clean and everything, but…” she fished a piece of paper, slightly crinkled, out of the filled laundry basket. You pulled it from her grasp as quickly as you could.

“Oh my god,” you murmured, your heart coming back down to a normal pace just as quickly as it had gone up. “It’s literally just twenty dollars.”

“Wait, you’re not mad?”

“Dude, this week started off shit. It’s what, Wednesday? My days are still going to hell, but they’re slowly getting less awful. I would have died to have this be the worst thing this week. You know I smelled like boozy vomit during the entire time I was at work yesterday, right? I work at a bookstore.”

Your friend grimaced. “Oh. Yikes.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty yikes. Oh well, can you put those away for me? I’ll go pay.”

Your friend nodded enthusiastically. “You know who collects it, right?” You nodded in return, walking straight towards the door. You smiled to yourself, your week was finally getting better. You weren’t sure why the past few days had been such a roller coaster, but hopefully the rest of the week would be somewhat more calm.

The only other thing worth mentioning that happened that day was you falling down the last few stairs, in front of the neighbor that you’d yet to meet. Again, pretty yikes. At least he’d offered to take you out for coffee, so that he wouldn’t know you as the weird neighbor that had fallen down some stairs, all while wearing fuzzy pajamas.

Thursday was completely and utterly uninteresting. You had work for a few hours, showing up early to make up for showing up not quite late on Tuesday. You were fully rested, your uniform was clean, you had even eaten breakfast for once. You got to stock the books, and, due to that, you got first dibs on any that you found interesting. You got a new book about astronomy, one that also talked about astrology, so you were actually fairly excited.

Friday, you woke up just like you had on Monday, excited for the day. It wasn’t your two years with Geumhyuk anymore, but you would be able to see him. You were determined to make the day successful, and through what you were sure was pure spite, you managed to achieve it. By the time you were able to see Hyuk, around four in the afternoon, you were glowing, if not from the day going well, then from surviving the week.

You were honestly bored out of your mind, watching something that you’d found randomly on Netflix, searching through everything that they had to offer, when a knock sounded sharply on your door. You had sent your friend home for the last time about an hour ago, telling her that Geumhyuk would be there at any point, and she had willingly left, for once. “Hyuk?” you called, not wanting to move if it wasn’t him.

His faint voice filled your ears. “Why don’t you come find out?” You practically screamed as you scrambled off of the couch. Despite your fuzzy socks, you managed to get to the door in about a second, flinging it open and wrapping your arms around you. “Woah,” he laughed, “did you miss me?”

“I’ve had a sort of...not so good week,” you responded, burying your face into his chest.

“Woah, what happened?” he asked, voice only that of worry.

“It isn’t important,” you muttered, enjoying the scent of his sweatshirt, the feeling of being deprived of him finally hitting you. “I’m just glad that you’re here.”

“Hey,” he mumbled, lifting your chin from his chest with his finger. His voice was soft, but his eyes, full of concern, were softer. “If it hurts you, it’s important. What’s bothering you?”

You groaned slightly, flipping yourself so that you were laying on his lap, facing up, eyes boring into yours. “Where do I start?”

“The beginning, I’d assume.”

You closed your eyes. “So, Monday wasn’t bad, at first. Actually, it was kind of amazing. It was our two years, and the four hour long phone call really helped me.”

“Again, I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here. I’ll be with you for all the rest, okay?”

“Hyuk, that doesn’t matter to me. You’re in my heart, even if you’re not with me physically.” He grinned, an amazing sight to open your eyes to. “Anyway, it was pretty great, until Jaeyoung made a dumbass decision.”

“Oh god, was she -”

“Drunk.” He shut his eyes in frustration.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you.”

“Stop being a nerd,” you murmured, starting to fall asleep, properly, for the first time that week. “Just sleep with me, this week is over. Everything is okay.” Geumhyuk muttered something you couldn’t quite decipher in agreement, his lack of sleep catching up with him, as well.

For once in your lives, the two of you were able to sleep through the night. If only every night could be like that. But, since it wasn’t, it just made the ones that the two of you shared even more special.

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[fandomwriter39-blog]

College - Dan Howell

"Hey Emma! You won't believe who I just saw at the libr- oh shit! Oh... eh... okay? I'll just leave now, yeah..." Aubrey slowly closed her dorm's room and stepped back. She stood where she was for a full minute, a frown plastered on her features.  "What the hell did I just saw there?!" She thought out loud as an image of her roommate with her boyfriend crossed her mind. She shook her head furiously, trying to get both of their naked figures off her brain. Soon, another thought took over the previous: where was she going to stay? She had been studying in the library until late, it was around 11:30 now, which meant Emma's boyfriend wasn't going to leave her room any time soon. And who was he anyway? Tony? Harry? Chris? She'd had so many boyfriends in the span of 2 months that she couldn't remember which was which. She somehow pictured seeing a law book in their room's table yesterday, so she assumed that's was he was studying.  "Did he ever mention who was his roommate?" She pondered as she walked through the endless halls. Maybe she could stay the night with them, since she didn't quite know anyone but Emma, and didn't feel like sleeping in the restroom or baths. As she walked she tried to remember said boyfriend's name, which came to her quite quicker than she had expected. "Matt!" She exclaimed, then covered her mouth with both hands as she realised most people were already asleep.

She crossed what seemed like hundreds of corridors, looking at the small whiteboards on each door to try and find any with the name Matt on it. Right before she was about to give up she saw one. 'Matt & Dan', those were the names, and she hadn't seen any other Matt until now, so she hoped it would be that one. Reluctantly, she knocked at the door. Some ruffling sounds were heard on the other side, and then the door opened. "Hi. Uh, you're Dan, right?" "Yes..." The boy answered confused. "I'm Aubrey. Emma's roommate, she's dating Matt." "Right. And you're here 'cause?" "Well... Let's just say Matt and Emma were having quite some fun in our dorm. And now I kind of have nowhere to stay." Dan looked back at her puzzled. Of course, this scenario was the last he could be expecting on a Wednesday at 12 am.  "I was just wondering if I could maybe stay here for the night?" Aubrey concluded, hoping that Dan wouldn't just kick her out. "Sure, yeah. You can stay." "Really?! Oh my god, I owe you one." Dan stepped aside to let her in, and signaled her in which bed she could sleep. "By the way, sorry for appearing all of a sudden. I hope I didn't wake you up or anything." "Nah it's okay. I was just doing some stuff on my computer."

The first awkward moments soon ended, and in a matter of minutes they were both laughing nonstop.  "But seriously, did you actually see them right in the middle of it?" "Yes! Don't mention it, I think I've been traumatised for life." "Ewww I'm just imagining it." Dan scrunched up his nose as he said this. "You should've taken some pics, we could blackmail them with those later." "I wish I had. I just ran away as fast as I could. I'm sure they didn't even notice I opened the door in the first place." "Oh I'm so gonna annoy him with it now." "You have to!" Aubrey encouraged, at this point exaggerating her movements to make it look more dramatic. "He's taken my dorm without permission, I'll need some kind of revenge." "I'll help you out with that."

She hadn't payed much attention to the room until that moment, and she scanned quickly what was there. The typical, she thought. A large, messy desk full of open books and notes, and the walls covered with posters. There was something odd though, a videocamera.  "By the way, what's that for? Aren't you studying law?" "I am, but I also make videos in youtube. For fun." "Oh you're a youtuber!" She exclaimed in realisation. "I gotta say I wasn't expecting that." During that time YouTube was still quite a brand new site, and only now the term youtubers had began to spread widely and gain popularity. "Now that I know it I gotta check out your videos." "I'm sure you'll like them." Dan said grinning widely.

           *time skip*

As Aubrey opened her eyes she was startled at the new surroundings. It wasn't until later on that she remembered the past night's events. "You finally woke up." Dan said, already dressed and packing the books he needed for that day. "I don't think I even heard your alarm." "Yeah, that's what happens when you stay awake past 3 am." She looked down, realising she was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and seeing their state after having slept with them, she could imagine what a mess her hair would be. "Gotta go back now and get changed. Let's pray Matt has already left by now." "Yeah. Well, I'll see you around." "Yup, see ya!" With that Aubrey left the dorm and made her way to her's. She was a lot more lucky this time when she opened the door, as she was met with Emma apliying some makeup on. "Had fun?" Aubrey casually asked. "Why you mention it?" "I happen to have witnessed, sadly for me, some of last night's events." Emma's face grew pale after Aubrey's words."Oh my- How did you even-" "It's my room after all! I had to come back to sleep at some point, did you even consider that?" "Not... really... no..." Emma sighed defeated. "Where did you sleep?" "In Matt's room." Again, another comment that left Emma even more confused."Wha-" "He takes my room I take his! Plus, there's no one I know, so that was my best shot." "And his roommate, eh..." "Dan." "Right, Dan. How is he?" "He's a really nice guy." Aubrey said, smiling from ear to ear as she thought of him. "Guess the whole situation wasn't so bad after all, I got a new friend now."

           ~ ~ ~

They were reaching the end of their first year in college. Dan and Aubrey's bond had only grown stronger ever since that day. They'd had some of the best times together. But lately Aubrey had been getting the feeling that Dan wasn't exactly ok. He was a lot more quiet, thoughtful, as if there was something of great importance that was bothering him. At first she had let him be, thinking he wouldn't want to be asked about it. But in the end she couldn't contain it. She needed to know what was going on, she had to help him in someway.

Dan remained quiet at first when she asked. "C'mon Dan, you know you can trust me. Please, I'm really worried." She insisted. Of course, the last thing Dan wanted was to make her sad, and seeing her like this made him say it all in a rush, words tangling among each other. "I can't take it anymore." He started. "It's all too much. All the exams, all the pressure... All the effort and time wasted in something I don't really care about." Aubrey was confused at this. "That you don't care about? About what, your career?" "Yes. I didn't really want to study this, you know. It was a career many were choosing and my parents constantly insisted that it'd be a good choice for my future. But I can't get the hang of it. My interest have always revolved around scenic arts, videogames... Not law." "Are you planning to drop out then?" "Well, yeah, I hope so. I can't take being like this for much longer. I'll finish this year and then leave." His expression transformed into one of concern and expectancy, as he looked at Aubrey hoping that she would, in a way, approve of his idea. "If it's making you unhappy then you can't continue. It'd be stupid to do so. Though I'll have to say, I'll be missing you, so don't you dare regret it." "I'm sure I won't." "But, what will you do? I mean, after hearing your parents where so eager for you to study this they might not be too happy to see you back, have you thought of where you'll stay? Or where will you work?" "About that..." Dan took a moment to continue, replaying in his head all of the ideas he'd had over the last month. "I've already planned it all. You know the YouTube thing I'm doing?" Aubrey nodded as an answer, already perceiving where this was leading.  "You see, lately the idea of earning a living with it has becomed more popular. Seems like it can actually work out. And that's what I like. Making videos, sketches of my very own, editing them and all that sort of things, that's what I really enjoy." "Who would've thought that'd be a thing... But yeah, I've read some things about it, and from what I've seen you're really talented. I'm sure you'll be among the lucky ones." Aubrey said encouragingly.  "Let's pray for that. But I'll be living with an already lucky one, so that'll be some good help." "You're gonna live with a former youtuber?!" Aubrey's eyes opened wide, both surprised and excited about all this news. "Yup." Dan said smiling sheepishly. "AmazingPhil, one of the dinosaurs of YouTube, as he's called. He's just the nicest dude I've ever met, and he's helped me out so much. He lives here in Manchester and has an apartment of his own. I already asked him and he's eager for me to arrive already." "That's great news! He sounds like a great guy, you'll have to introduce us some time." Her smiled turned to slightly melancholic one as she thought of Dan having to leave so soon already. "I'm really gonna miss you." "Me too Aubrey. I'll miss you too."

          ~ ~ ~

It had been four years already. A 23 year old Aubrey closed the door of her new apartment, trotted down the flight of stairs and then began her daily afternoon walk, happily pacing down the busy streets of London. She began the half an hour journey that would take her to her favorite café. In exactly 30 minutes a beautiful pastel blue wall, contrasting with the rest of the dull façades, came into view. The tiny doorbell chimed with it's cheerful melody as Aubrey entered, smiling widely as the warm smell of coffee surrounded her. She greeted the waiter and went to her usual place, a fluffy cushion in one of the corners of the establishment, besides the window. In a matter of minutes she had her drink beside her. She didn't even need to order it, having that for the past 2 months it had been her only drink of choice, and she hadn't missed a single afternoon ever since she arrived to the city and discovered this small, cozy place. She took a sip of her hot beverage and pulled out from her bag a book she had been reading, or shall we say devouring, for the past days.The envolving atmosphere could have her lost in her own world for hours, losing any notion of time. Not that she minded, those peaceful moments made her the happiest. But today the routine was about to be broken.  The doorbell tinkled again. Usually, she wouldn't care to look, but this time she forwarded her sight to the new costumer. She could only see his back now as he headed to the counter: awkwardly tall body, completely black clothes and shortish chocolate hair which had been straightened, but because of the light rain outside it was now curly on the tips. There was something familiar in the male who she was staring intensively.  With his order in hand he turned, searching for a free seat. And that was when she finally realised it. It was Dan! After so many years, destiny had somehow given her a perfect chance to see each other again. She couldn't contain her happiness as she rushed towards Dan, tackling him and nearly making him and his drink fall down. Dan's shock was easily noticeable as he had not seen her yet, but right as Aubrey pulled back, what had been a sudden hug from an extranger wasn't from and extranger anymore.  "Dan! Oh my god, I haven't seen you in ages! I had no idea you were in London!" "Neither did I!" "Oh, we so need to catch up." Aubrey said as she dragged him across the shop back to her seat, pulling close to her another chair for Dan and preparing for all the stories they'd have to hear from one another. It felt weird in a way, but seeing him now after so long made her aware of how much she had really missed him. And just by looking at him she could see that feeling was reciprocal. There was no doubt that from that day on it'd be practically impossible to have them apart again.

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common cold // nh

Here’s 4.1 k of shameless fluffy dad!niall stuff about his little one being sick and I’m not sure that I wrote in enough Niall but i hope that it was good and that you all like it and feedback is always appreciated! Thank you for the request anon! 

Niall was care-free.

He didn’t let little things get to him and he could keep his head in most stressful situations. You’d seen him be the only one to laugh and smile after three flights and four shows had been canceled for the band like it was just another Monday in paradise. He had that personality that made him happy by default, it automatically switched on when he noticed things were getting too serious to quick. You’d only ever seen him really worry a handful of times and when Niall was worried, it made you scared. He would go stone faced and he’d fiddle with his fingers and his hands, like he didn’t know exactly what to do with them. You hated when Niall was worried about anything, but it seemed that from the moment your daughter was conceived, all he could do was worry about her.

When you fell sick during your pregnancy he flew home from Los Angeles, leaving an entire album alone to be with you when you were admitted to the hospital. When she was born four weeks earlier than her due date and had to be kept in the NICU for a week or two to make sure that all of her organs were functioning well enough on her own, he lost twenty pounds and nearly landed himself in the hospital due to hydration. She was the one thing he was always worried about.

So you knew when Maeve fell ill with a cold, he’d be just as worried.

It started on a Monday when you picked Maeve up from daycare. Every single kid in the whole place was sniffling and coughing like mad. There was a waiver for you to read over and sign saying that the daycare would be closed Tuesday through Wednesday so that they could disinfect everything properly and give the children there a chance to recoup at home. Maeve wasn’t sick then, but you had a hunch that with her weak immune system, she would be. And you were right. Tuesday morning you woke up to a congested and miserable Maeve crying like a banshee.

“What’s all this fuss about little girl,” You cooed, rushing into her nursery with your hair mused and tired eyes. “Hey now, it’s alright, what’s going on?”

She couldn’t talk back to you just yet, she was only nine months old. She had a grasp on a few words like Dada and Mummm or words like up and no and yes. She was really just babbling at this age, not really speaking the words clearly. But it was clear she was babbling for her Daddy as she bounced in her crib, her little hands gripping the rail as she wailed out, her cheeks red and her eyes wet.

“It’s okay,” You lifted her up into your arms, rubbing her back gently as she gripped your shirt and wailed into your ear. “Are you not feeling well, little one? Do you feel icky?”

You hated having to lay her down on her changing table as she cried louder and louder, kicking her legs as you unbuttoned her onesie, talking to her to try and keep her calm. Niall was at work and he probably wouldn’t be home until late afternoon. You’d taken the two days off so that you could watch over Maeve while the daycare was closed which was a hassle for you at work, but worth it. You missed those days where it was just you and Maeve at home all day, hanging out together.

“You do feel a bit warm sweetheart,” You mumbled, pressing your hand to the back of her forehead as she wailed and reached up with grabby hands. “Are you having trouble breathing through your nose too? Mumma might know how to fix that for you, yeah? Let’s give it a little try my love, maybe Mumma can make it better?”

You finished changing her into a fresh nappy, putting on a light pair of baby sweatpants and a light t-shirt on. You wanted to keep her warm from the chill of the house in the morning, but you knew she was overheated already. You lifted her up as you went over to her little baby first aid basket that Denise had fixed up for you as a shower gift. You’d never had to use it, but everything was brand new and it had a fair few things you knew that you could use with Maeve. You grabbed the Vick’s rub for babies and the little snot bubble with a burp cloth before walking back to the changing table. You set Maeve down, pushing her little shirt up as you rubbed a small amount of the Vick’s on her chest before you pulled her shirt back down. She was still crying, but these were more hiccup-y crocodile tears, an after effect of her earlier meltdown. When you’d cleared her nose up, you lifted her up into your arms, kissing her forehead as you walked downstairs with her.

“Let’s get you some breakfast while Mumma calls Aunt Gwen, yeah?” You cooed, rubbing over her belly gently as you entered your kitchen. Gwen was your best friend and Maeve’s pediatrician. She’d been there when Maeve was delivered and nearly every day after that. She was a regular in Maeve’s life and she loved her Aunt Gwen. “What do you want this morning? Peaches and Cream porridge? Does that sound appetizing today my love?”

She sniffled, looking up at you with those blue eyes that her Father always gave you when he’d pissed you off or he wasn’t feeling well. You chuckled, kissing her forehead as you walked over to her little high chair that was attached to the breakfast bar. As soon as you set her down she started to whimper, looking around as her lower lip wobbled. You did your best to get her breakfast ready as she whined and whimpered, ready to break out into a wail again as your phone started to ring in your sweatpants pocket. You groaned, slipping the little bowl of porridge in the microwave before you pulled her little bottle of milk out of the warmer, shaking it as you walked over to her.

“Hey,” You said quickly, not even bothering to check the I.D.

“Hey,” Niall chuckled. “Tha’s a new greetin’ for me. No ‘Good Mornin’ love of me life, I’ve missed ya terribly, please come home’?”

“Sorry,” You rolled your eyes, fighting off a smile as Maeve took her bottle, tilting it back as she looked up at you. You brushed your fingers over the hair on her head, the one part of her besides her cheeks and her nose that was all you. “Good morning love of my life, how are you today?”

“Doin’ well,” He said cautiously. “What’s going on? Busy mornin’ with Maeve?”

“Sounds like a great name for a morning talk show, we should advertise that,” You said, rolling your lips in as you tried your best to avoid having to tell him that it seemed Maeve had come down with a cold.

“She could throw bananas at her guests and teach them how to roll over,” He chuckled, but you could tell it was more of a nervous one. “How’s Maeve this mornin’?”

“She’s a little congested and warm,” You sighed as you walked over to the microwave, pulling her breakfast out before you grabbed a spoon. “I’m gonna call Gwen and see if she suggests anything to help her get over it.”

“She’s not miserable is she?” He asked quickly. “I can always come home and offer up some cuddles, I’m sure that’ll make her better.”

“You stay at work and finish that song,” You scolded him gently, sitting next to Maeve as you scooped up some porridge, your phone wedged between your ear and your shoulder. “Everything is under control here and if anything changes I promise to call you first.”

“Thank you,” He chuckled. “That girl is gonna give me my first grey hair, I swear.”

“I think that was written in the ‘So You Have a Daughter, Now What?’ handbook,” You teased him, smiling down at Maeve as she lowered her bottle, opening her mouth. “Right next to the section on, ‘What to do when you realize you know nothing about girls, dude,’ section.”

“I believe that section was also in the ‘So Now You’re Dating a Super Fit Woman With an Amazing Smile and You Think You Want To Marry Her, Now What?’ book you got me,” He chuckled.

“I see that book has come in handy,” You chuckled. “Get back to work, babe, I love you.”

“Love you too, darlin’,” He laughed. “Give Maeve a kiss for me.”

“I will,” You scooped another spoonful of porridge up, slipping it into Maeve’s mouth. Most of it fell on her chin so you had to scoop it back up, scrunching up your nose as she chewed the porridge happily. “Bye, Ni.”

“G’bye darlin’.”

“Your daddy is silly,” You mumbled, putting your phone down as you focused on feeding your daughter the rest of her breakfast. “How is breakfast, huh? S’this a good selection today?”

“Hmummmm,” She cooed out, reaching for the spoon in your hand.

“You wanna feed yourself?” You smiled, your brows raised up as you set the bowl down. “Give it a go then, let’s see how you do.”

You watched with a smile as she dropped the spoon into the bowl of porridge, looking a little bit happier than she did earlier that morning. She couldn’t quite scoop up the porridge onto her spoon so you tried to show her, but then came the struggle of trying to get it into her mouth. You chuckled as you watched her for a few more minutes, not so much worrying about how she was warm anymore. She seemed to be back to her normal self so you weren’t too worried. You’d just keep an eye on her throughout the day and check her temperature occasionally to make sure she was okay.

But as a Mother, you still couldn’t help but worry as you brushed a glob of porridge of her chin, her shiny blue eyes looking back up at you as if she didn’t get why you were so worried.

You could only hope that she hadn’t caught a cold.

//

By noon, Maeve was right back to sleep.

You’d spent the morning playing with her in her nursery while you stayed on the phone with Denise. Theo had gotten his first cold just a little before nine months and he’d been getting them on and off since then. Denise was basically the best at handling babies with colds and you figured she’d have some insight on how to handle Maeve’s congestion and cough. She suggested the Vick’s and some baby saline spray for her nose, but to keep an eye on her temperature to ensure it wasn’t something more than just her runny nose and cough. By noon, you had her all tucked up in her crib, back asleep like she’d been awake for 24 hours instead of just five.

You thought maybe you’d be able to get a little bit of work done in your home office with the help of the baby monitor, but before you could even really get invested in a project, you could hear your front door open. With furrowed brows, you stood up, grabbing your phone and the monitor as you walked back out into the hall and into the living room where Niall was walking in from the foyer with furrowed brows and a gentle frown on his lips. You shook your head softly, as you caught his gaze, a smile on your lips as he looked at you like he was confused. You loved how caring he could be and how he looked when he was concerned. You knew he skipped out on finishing his song by the guilty look on his face as he smiled sheepishly up at you.

“Finished it early?” He fibbed, smiling as you laughed softly, dropping the monitor and your phone on the couch just beside you. “I couldn’t stop worryin’ sue me! Ya said she might be gettin’ a cold and ya know how bad I am when I’m sick! Didn’t wan’ ya here all alone if she was miserable, I know ya have work to do.”

“I do,” You sighed as he slipped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek as you dropped your arms over his shoulders. “But she seems to be okay. I don’t think it’s a cold, just a runny nose and a slight fever. Denise gave me some tips and she’s up there napping away as we speak.”

“That’s good,” Niall blew out a relieved sigh, shaking his head before he looked back up at you. “I swear, she’s gonna put me in an early grave. M’always so worried about her.”

“And just think, she’s only nine months old now,” You bit your lower lip, trying to contain your laughter as Niall frowned. “Think about when she starts walking and then there’s school and then driving and then dating.”

“Tha’s enough outta ya,” Niall leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours a few times. “None o’ that for another thirty years.”

“Might be a little sooner than that,” You pressed your lips to his again. “But I’ll be right here with you the whole time, we’ll deal with it together.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, brushing his nose against yours. “Have ya got a minute?”

“A minute?” You quirked your brow up, smirking. “Are you insinuating that we can have sex in just one minute?”

“I’m gonna spank ya if ya don’t stop bein’ so sassy,” He warned playfully, squeezing his arms around you as he pulled you closer. “Was gonna suggest we have lunch together before the little one is up, but if ya wanna sneak away and have a little fun-“

“You know I’m always up for it,” You whispered, your body kicking over into that gear that only switched on when Niall was around. “S’been a hot minute since we’ve had time together.”

“Think we should send Maeve to Auntie Gwen’s for the weekend?” He tilted his head, pressing a soft kiss on the hollow of your neck, slowly moving his lips down as you sighed. “F’she’s no’ sick of course.”

“Yes,” You moaned softly, tilting your head back as he backed you up to the sofa, his hips pressing into yours as your eyes slipped shut. “I like that plan.”

“Gonna make it to the bedroom, darlin’?” He chuckled, nipping at your neck as he slipped a hand up your shirt. “Or am I going to have to take you here?”

“Here,” You gasped out, clutching his shoulders as you started to feel that familiar burning in your lower abdomen, that need for him so present now that he was around. “I want you now.”

“Yeah?” You nodded as Niall smirked, his hands pushing your sweatpants down your legs. You’d stopped being shy around Niall ages ago and after having a baby with him, you’d become completely at peace around him. So you knew he wouldn’t mind and you wouldn’t be self-conscious of your fuzzy legs and your old panties and your imperfections. You gasped as he lifted you up from your hips, sitting you on the back of the couch just behind you with a soft grunt. He wasn’t a buff guy, but he wasn’t weak. He could still toss you around if you wanted it. “Gonna fuck you on the back of the couch? Right here?”

“Please,” You could feel your body reacting his words as he pressed his lips to yours harshly again. You moaned softly, reaching up to pull his damn paddy cap off, tossing it aside in hopes that it would get lost for a while. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging softly as he kissed you harder, his hand slipping between your soft and thick thighs to rub over your panties. “I love your hands, so much.”

“They love ya too, darlin’,” He hummed softly as he glanced between your bodies, his fingers tugging your panties aside so that he could slip his finger up your center. But before he could even get there, you heard Maeve’s cries through the monitor behind you.

“Fuck,” You bit your lip, hopping off the couch as you looked at Niall with a frown. His eyes were still wide, but this wasn’t out of pleasure, it was shock. The moment had been interrupted and you were both still left panting. “I’ve got her.”

“M’gonna go….” He lost his train of thought as you wiggled into your sweatpants. “Fuck, gonna drink some cold water and cool down.”

“Okay,” You chuckled, leaving the monitor and your phone on the couch as you rubbed your hands over your face, trying not to laugh too hard at what was going on. “I’m sure she’s just in need of a change.”

“Yeah,” Niall nodded as you started walking up the steps to your left, your hand on the railing. You could tell he was watching you jog up the stairs by how he was cursing under his breath and groaning as you laughed. “Don’ laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry, it’s funny,” You chuckled as you finished jogging up the steps, Maeve’s crying louder with each step closer to her nursery door. Something seemed different about her cries this time. This morning they seemed more like ‘Mum, please come get me I’m hungry and not feeling well’ tears but these tears were more like ‘Mum help, I’m really not feeling well’. As you pushed into her nursery, your heart ached at the sight of her. “Hey little one, what’s going on?”

She babbled louder, her cries shrill and her tears still flowing. You frowned, walking over to pick her up. You pressed a kiss to her forehead, rubbing her back as you frowned at how warm she felt. You pulled back, reaching up with your hand to make sure that she felt warm and it wasn’t just you. You cooed softly, bouncing your knees as you walked over to the little cold kit, pulling out the thermometer. You walked towards the stairs with furrowed brows, worried about just how warm she really was. She didn’t feel that warm earlier and maybe you should have kept better track over just how warm she was by recording her temperature. You didn’t really think it through.

“Niall,” You said his name quickly as you walked into the kitchen, clutching Maeve to your chest as she continued to wail. “Niall! I think you should call Gwen. Maeve is really warm and I don’t…. I should have been paying more attention, she’s really warm and she seems like she’s in pain and-“ Niall’s brows were furrowed as you walked over to him, your emotions written in the way you were frowning and the fear in your eyes. “I’m such a shit Mom, I can’t believe I didn’t think to record her temperature so that I could-“

“It’s okay,” Niall said quickly, jumping into the leading roll. You thought maybe you’d have to keep him calm, but it seemed it was the other way around. “I’ll call Gwen, you take Maeve’s temperature, alright?”

//

“She’s gonna need to go to the emergency room guys,” Gwen said softly, brushing her hand over Maeve’s head as your little one played with the stethoscope. It was the only thing that kept her quiet while Gwen looked her over. “Her fever is really high and I know her heartbeat sounds good, but because she was a preemie, I think it’s affected her immune system. This cold is hitting her a little harder than it should be.”

“Shit,” You cursed, ducking your head down as Niall gripped your hip tighter. “Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t think about that.”

“It’s okay,” Gwen said softly, looking at Niall as you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face. “It doesn’t make you a bad Mum because you didn’t assume the worst. You had no way of knowing how her body would progress. This is her first cold!”

“And I didn’t even think to monitor her!”

“Who would?” Gwen countered back. “Sometimes people slip up, it’s okay.”

“Gwen, that’s my daughter,” You cried out, shaking your head. “What if it was worse than just a high temperature right now?”

“What if a meteor hit the earth in ten seconds?” She raised her brows as you felt Niall shaking his head. You glanced back at him to see him fighting off a small smile. “It’s okay, just take her in to the emergency care unit so they can give you a proper diagnosis and they can give her a proper prescription to help her fight this off.”

“Thank you, Gwen,” Niall said as Gwen packed up her stuff, smiling up at the two of you. It hurt, but you couldn’t help but think she didn’t understand how shitty you felt right now. “Do you think we should take her in though? The germs and what not might not be good for her?”

“She should be fine if you sit in an empty area and bring her own toys.” Gwen reassured, grabbing her bag as Niall let go of you to grab Maeve off the kitchen counter. Gwen walked up to with a sympathetic smile on her lips. “I know I can’t put myself in your shoes, but she’s just got a cold and I would tell you if it was serious.”

“I know that, Gwen,” You said softly, sighing. “I just feel like shit.”

“Well don’t,” She pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek. “She’s going to be fine.”

“And if she isn’t?” You frowned as she pulled back, reaching up to pinch the tip of your nose.

“We’ll work through it.”

//

“Can we talk?”

Maeve did indeed just have a cold. It did hit her a little harder do to her slightly weaker immune system and that meant that it might take longer for her to recover, but you left the hospital with a prescription for the right dosage of medicine and instructions to monitor her temperature throughout the night. When you finally got home, Maeve was exhausted and you and Niall had no trouble getting her into the house and keeping her asleep as you put her in her crib. But you couldn’t walk away. You wanted to stand there all night to make sure that she was going to be okay.

“Darlin’ we have the monitor on,” Niall said softly, reaching out for your hand. “C’mon, let’s get to bed, you look exhausted.”

“I don’t want to leave her,” You sniffled, leaning back into him.

“She’s sleeping,” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Darlin’, I know you think this was because of you, but-“

“It’s always because of me,” You looked back up at him with sad eyes. “Niall, I went into labor early with her and that’s made her immune system so weak.”

“You didn’t cause the common cold, Darlin’,” He chuckled softly, turning you around in his arms. “I didn’t notice that she wasn’t feeling well this morning when I came in here to tell her goodbye, I kissed her forehead and everything and I was none the wiser. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I just feel like a bad Mom Niall, I didn’t even know how to make her feel better when she was miserable. That’s literally my job as her Mom,” You sniffled as a tear fell down your cheek. Niall reached up to swipe it away with a gentle smile on his lips.

“You’re an amazing Mom,” Niall said sternly. “I know sometimes this parenting thing is really difficult and it feels like we suck, but we love her to death and she loves us too. We’re pretty great parent’s darlin’ and we can’t let one little cold throw us.”

“I think I was due for a Mommy break down,” You chuckled, leaning into him. “I just… I worry about her a lot too, Niall.”

“I know ya do,” Niall mumbled softly. “You’re such a great Mother darlin’, I want ya to know that.”

“Thank you,” You said, far too sleepy to lift your head and give him a proper kiss. Hearing him say that made you feel a lot better, though it didn’t solve the issue at hand. You knew that sometimes you were going to feel like a shitty mom, it was part of the job. Knowing that you had Niall in your life during moments like these, that was what made you feel better.

He was your ball of sunshine, your rock, your support system.

And you were extremely glad to have him around in times like this.

#dad!niall #niall fluff #niall one shot #niall horan one shot #my writing #i hope this was good anon #enjoy! #it's not edited by the way

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The Raven King, Chapter 1 – The Show Must Go On (And By Show We Mean Exy)

In which practices stop for no one, Wymack rules at pep talks, family sentiments are expressed to Neil via a seating order, and Andrew reaches new levels of Fucking Weird And Disturbing With A Side Of Asshole.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

Before we begin, let’s take a look back at the foolish predictions I made a while ago about the rest of the first book (which my dumb ass forgot to include in last week’s summary):

Neil will be able to do all of the Raven drills eventually didn’t happen yet, we remain hopeful

Nicky and Neil will talk about the Club Situation yup! (kind of)

Alternatively, and even better: Andrew and Neil will talk about the Club Situation nooo sadly not

MORE KANDREIL TIMES hopefully if you count Neil defending Kevin on national television and Andrew almost punching Riko afterwards then yAAA

Either Riko or Coach Moriyama will appear HO BOIII

We will learn something about Renee’s backstory no snowflake backstory for us yet :(

Coach Wymack will be the best person alive JINX I know that’s gonna happen #dicksoutforwymack “Breaking news: I don’t care” my man

Neil will say more beautiful and savage things, dropping shade left and right HO B O I I I I

Seth will fuck off to somewhere (a girl can dream okay) oh my sweet summer child you were nOT PREPARED

I am starting to get why y’all keep telling me I am not prepared for anything that’s to come. I’M NOT.

And with that said, welcome to The Raven King! Even the cover tells us that playtime is over: It’s not the happy orange we had previously, it’s black and red and no doubt filled with violence, abuse, mean boys, infighting, and heaps of shade.

Let’s fucking go.

           It looked like Halloween outside, only two months too early. Last week Palmetto State was covered in orange and white streamers to celebrate the start of the school year. Over the weekend someone had replaced all of the white ribbons with black ones. It gave the impression that the campus was in mourning. Neil Josten thought it a cheap tribute, but that might have been his cynicism talking.

Shut the fuck up, Neil, that’s a cool as shit. My school would have probably put up one or two black ribbons on the flags next to the school gate and that would have been it. Your college decorated the entire campus. That’s a great tribute, shut up.

The book starts off with Neil and the Monster Squad on their way to the first practice after Seth’s death – gracefully scheduled for Wednesday afternoon, which is when Andrew will be in therapy.

Why not sooner, you ask?

           Generally, Andrew’s wild mood wasn’t a problem, but Andrew’s cheer didn’t make him at all friendly. An excitable Andrew confronted with the death of his least-favourite teammate was a recipe for disaster. The team should have come together Sunday morning to grieve their loss, but Andrew and Matt got into an ugly brawl instead.

Sigh. ANDREW, WHY.

I have a slight feeling Andrew’s drug-induced moods are going to play an important role this book. Just a hunch.

           Seth died Saturday night and was cremated Monday afternoon. From what Neil heard, Seth’s mother signed off on everything, but didn’t even show up at the crematorium to collect her son’s ashes.

What the fuck. What the fuck kind of mother is that. What sort of human being cares so little for their own children they won’t even show up to their funeral what the fuck.

This is the saddest shit I’ve read all day. Sure, they’re all from ~broken homes~ and whatever, but still. Some of you were also pointing out that it’s been said before that he was on antidepressants. This and how little fucks his family appears to give about him makes me feel even more sorry for him.

Ughhh. Why do I get them character feels only after his death. This sucks major ass.

           The Foxes were already the smallest team in NCAA Class I Exy. Now they were the smallest a team could be and still qualify to play. They’d lost their only fifth-year senior, and their remaining offense team consisted of an injured national champion and an amateur.

Meaning if Neil or Kevin want to take a time-out they just… can’t?

Boy, I’m sure there I absolutely nothing that can go wrong with that.

           Kevin’s presence on the team mean the Foxes needed full-time security, but the numbers had doubled over the summer when Kevin’s former team transferred to the southeastern district. Neil was getting used to seeing campus police everywhere he went, but he would always hate the sight of them.

I have a question here, which I’ve thought about before as well: What the hell is campus police? Because Germany doesn’t have that.

Is it just security guards? It’s not actual police, is it? I’m sure those guys will have more important things to do than to play standby watchdogs at a college.

           The door code was supposed to change every couple months, but with the Ravens in their district Wymack now changed it every week. This week it was the last four digits of Abby’s phone number. Neil was starting to think his teammates were right about Wymack and Abby’s secret relationship.

Honestly, how have I not seen fanart for those two yet. They’re cute as shit. Everyone, chill it on the Andreil and give me the fluffy Wymabby (Abbymack?) cuddles my heart desperately wants.

Once in the stadium, Neil finds Kevin and Aaron playing interior designers.

           “What are you doing?”

           “Finding a new way to make us fit,” Andrew said, “unless you want to stare an empty chair in the face all season. (…) Four people barely fit on a coach. Five is out of the question.”

           “Five?”

           Kevin looked at him like he was stupid. Neil was painfully familiar with that look by now, but even after four months with Kevin he still didn’t appreciate it.

           “You do know your place, don’t you?”

Hhhhhhhasdfghjkl.

Another installment in our popular series Neil Doesn’t Realize People Actually Care About Him, episode 3 of a billion.

           Neil hesitated a second too long, and Aaron finally spelled it out for him. “You’re on the couch with Kevin and Andrew. Sit down.”

It’s a Kandreil Couch! Yay!

The Kandreil Kouch™, for alliteration’s sake.

           “I don’t like being boxed in,” Neil said, “and I don’t want to sit next to your brother.”

           “Nicky put up with it for a year,” Aaron said. “You can deal with it.”

           “You’re his family,” Neil said, not like it meant a thing to them.

They’re your family as well now, ya dingus.

Neil has something to say about ~families~, though.

           Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes. At the Foxhole Court, “family” was a fantasy invented to make books and Hollywood movies more interesting.

Was someone looking for the Extra™ in this book? Fucking found it.

Also, was someone looking for Wymack? Because I was. Where is my fave.

           From what Neil could hear, someone was harassing Wymack about the team’s tiny line-up. Wymack’s obvious irritation made his reassurances less than convincing, but Neil knew he believed every word he was saying. Wymack didn’t care if he had nine Foxes or twenty-five. He’d stand behind them until the bitter, bloody end.

THERE HE IS. <333333

Just in case anyone needed a reminder of why Wymack is, in fact, the best person in this entire series.

           He strode into the lounge a couple seconds later and followed Dan’s finger to Neil. He looked from Neil to Kevin to Aaron, then around the room at the new layout, then back at Neil.

           “Last I checked Andrew didn’t like you,” Wymack said.

           “He still doesn’t,” Neil said, but he didn’t bother to explain.

I’m just imagining Wymack looking around faster and faster like a comic character and I’m enjoying it tremendously.

Also, “he still doesn’t”, sure, honey…

It’s time for arguably the best speech in this chapter: A Grade A Certified Wymack Pep Talk.

           Wymack folded his arms across his chest and studied each of his Foxes in turn.

           “Abby wrote me a speech to give you this afternoon. It sounded nice, had lots of stuff about courage and loss and coming together in everyone’s time of need. I tore it up and tossed it in the trash can beside my desk.”

Why do I find this so funny. I mean, harsh, dude, she put effort into that and it was actually so sweet of her, but also like. That is such a Wymack move and I love it.

           Wymack built the Foxes from the ground up and handpicked Seth for his first starting line. Between the players’ personal problems, a faulty original contract that let players walk out, and the option to graduate in four years instead of five, Seth was the only one who’d made it to a fifth year on the team. Seth had been a lot of things, most of them unpleasant, but he’d definitely been a fighter. Now he was gone.

Curse you, afterwards character feels! :(((

           Wymack cleared his throat and scratched a hand through his short hair. “Look. Shit happened. Shit’s going to keep happening. You don’t need me to tell you life isn’t fair. You’re here because you know it isn’t. Life doesn’t care what we want out of it; it’s up to us to fight for what we want with everything we’ve got. Seth wanted us to win. He wanted us to make it past the fourth match. I think we owe it to him to perform. Let’s show the world what we’ve got. Let’s make this our year.”

An actual leaked picture of me reacting to this speech.

How do I love thee, Wymack? Let me count the ways………. A FUCKTON.

After that rousing example of a pep talk, everyone gets ready for practice, and I discover a completely accidental pun that I can’t believe I witnessed with my own two eyes:

           A vanity separated the toilets from the shower stalls, and Neil stopped there on his way back to consider his reflection. (…)

           He didn’t realize how long he’d stalled until Matt and Kevin came looking for him.

Get it? Cause he’s in the stalls………….

I’ll see myself out.

           “All the way to finals?” Neil asked.

           “Miracles happen,” Matt said.

           “Don’t rely on something as insubstantial as a miracle,” Kevin said. “You won’t win anything by standing around. Finish getting changed and get down to the court.”

           “One day I want you to look up ‘insensitivity’ in the dictionary,” Matt said, annoyed. “I’m sure it’ll do your ego wonders to see your picture printed beside it.”

GET FUCKIN REKT. Matt, baby, I didn’t know you had such hidden sass qualities. Where were you hiding them and how can we see more of them, like, now.

After a bit of training, Nicky and Andrew finally show up, but before Wymack can shoo them out onto the court, something unexpected happens:

Andrew gets a phone call.

If we learnt anything from the last one he got (which was a killer, by the way), it’s that phone calls for Andrew never mean anything fucking good.

           “Pig Higgins, is that you?” Andrew asked. “Oh, it is. Yes, I’m surprised. Did you forget I don’t like surprises? What? No, don’t stall. You wouldn’t hunt me down after all this time just to chat, so what do you want?” Andrew went quiet for a few seconds to listen, then said, “No,” and hung up.

What. What the fuck is happening. How does Andrew have this police officer so whipped that he gets to call him Pig.

           “What? No, I didn’t hang up on you. I wouldn’t do that. I – no. Shut up.”

           Andrew hung up again.

I want to find this funny, but I just find it weird and disturbing, with a side of asshole-ish. He doesn’t seem in the mood for jokes, he seems serious, yet he keeps hanging up and denying it? This is very fishy to me.

           “Go back,” Andrew finally said. “Who complained? Oh, Pig, don’t give me the runaround. I know where you work, you see. I know who you work with. That means there’s a child in her house. She isn’t supposed – what? No. Don’t ask me that. I said don’t. Leave me alone. Hey,” Andrew said, a little louder like he was trying to drown the officer’s arguments out. “Call me again and I’ll kill you.”

WHAT IS HAPPENING. Who is “she”? What is she not supposed to do? And a child? Whattt.

           “Why is the Oakland PD calling you?”

           “The pig and I go way back,” Andrew said. “He just wanted to catch up. (…) He worked with the Oakland PAL program. Thought he could save at-risk kids by teaching them sports after school. Kind of like you, yes? Idealistic to the core.”

Excuse you, bitch, you’re making that sound like an insult and I am not liking it.

After that scene, completely unimpressed by everyone’s gaping mouths and ‘what-the-fuck’ expressions (including mine), Andrew decides to once again demonstrate his absolute indifference to anything Exy and gets the fuck out of there.

           Impatience pulled Kevin’s mouth into a hard line. “Knock it off. You can’t leave.”

           There was a heartbeat of silence, and Andrew turned around with a wide, wicked smile on his lips. “I can’t, Kevin? I’ll show you what I can’t do. Try and put me on your court today and I’ll take myself off it permanently. Fuck you practice, your line-up, and your stupid fucking game.”

           “That’s enough. We don’t have time for your tantrums.”

           Andrew twisted and punched the wall hard enough to split the skin along his knuckles.

Oh my god, chill out, my dude, what the fuck, take a chill pill, calm your tatas.

Obviously, everyone lets him go after that, but Wymack isn’t quite ready to let the entire subject off the hook yet:

           “Answers, now, Aaron,” Wymack said.

           “I don’t know,” Aaron said. (…) “He was Andrew’s mentor, not mine. I only met the guy once.” (…)

           “Oh,” Nicky said in startled realization. “Is he – ?”

           He didn’t finish, but Aaron understood what he was asking.

           “Yeah,” Aaron said. “He’s the one who told me I had a brother.”

OH SHIT. I’m beyond pumped for the explanation of that backstory.

And we’re done! Good first chapter, shade, practice, violence, lil bit of cryptic backstory, standard Fox program as always. Not much has happened yet, though, as it mostly serves to get us back into the story.

I’m excited for more.

#trk #the raven king #aftg #all for the game #nora sakavic #nicki reads tfc #a lil bit late BUT HERE WE ARE SECOND BOOK LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO #awaiting any and all reblogs and comments with joy as always