#mads writes

[megamindsupremacy]

More random WIP snippets, feat: weird kid!Bruce (he's been deaged to 14 and this is now everyone's problem)

#mads posts #mads writes #listen hes. hes so fucking weird im obsessed always. #i really want to post this doc in my untethered oneshots series but i don't have an ending yet. yet. #containment maintained

[destinyinthemoonlight]

Wait Up For Me

Summary: After a long day in the ER, Carlisle wants nothing more than to come home and hold you close. It’s way past time that any human would be up but a small part of him hoped to catch you awake. Somehow you always knew when he needed you most.

Carlisle Cullen x Reader (Masterlist)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: talk of child’s death in first paragraph, briefest mention of forgetting to eat, stress

A/N: I was listening to Wait Up For Me by Brett Eldridge earlier today and this hit like a lightning bolt. Carlisle is the love of my life so getting to (in writing) comfort him just warms my heart. All the heart eyes for this man.

Gif credit goes to @icimdekikaranlikk <3

“All I wanna do

is wrap my arms around you

Don’t go to sleep

Wait up for me”

The first thing he noticed when he arrived within hearing distance of his home was the stillness. The shift he just finished has been taxing. The little girl had passed despite his best efforts to save her life and he felt helpless. He was an immortal being; he should have been able to work faster or harder to save her but even his inhuman talents were no use tonight. All he wanted to do was hold you, to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your warm body. He knew you would probably be fast asleep but his undead heart silently prayed to a God he had long since believed in that you had gotten your nose stuck in a book.

The quiet hum of the car’s engine was the only noise besides the ever present flutter of the leaves in the wind and creatures in the night. His eldest son might have loved the twilight but he was becoming more entranced with midnight. The time of night when everything is sleeping and quiet and calm. He has begun to find solace in your favorite time of day; it brings memories of moonlit dances to your favorite songs and stargazing on clear nights where you point out constellations. Tonight was no different. Thankful for his enhanced senses, he spent most of his drive staring out at the moon. She was beautiful tonight, sparkling against a backdrop of small stars. He briefly considered waking you to pull you out into the forest to spend time admiring the view.

As soon as his car was pulling into the driveway, he searched the home for any lights. His children were all out hunting for the weekend so the only movement in the house would have been you but there was none. The tinted windows lining the home were all reflecting the forest back at him.

Bypassing the light switches, he strolled into his home in the dark. He stopped briefly to hang his scarf and scrubs in the rack next to the garage before peering into the kitchen. There were no dishes on the counters but he could smell the scent of food and took comfort in the fact that you remembered to eat dinner. Living with vampires set your internal clock to a weird schedule as you found early on in the relationship. Thankful of his immortality and lack of need to eat, he silently sped towards his bedroom.

The second he reached the first floor housing his study and room, he was met with disappointment. By the steady beating of your heart, he could tell you were asleep.

Not wanting to wake you, he slipped into the bathroom off of his study to shower. He liked to rid himself of the hospital smells as soon as possible so they didn’t linger in his home to bother his children. Since you were asleep, he had no reason to rush. He washed and rinsed quicker than a human would but still slower than his normal routine when he knows you’re waiting.

After slipping into fresh clothes, he toweled his wet hair and made his way to the bedroom. The moment he walked through the door he could tell you weren’t asleep. Your breathing was slow and steady along with your heart beat; anyone that didn’t know you as closely as he, would assume you were dreaming but your hands were clenched around the pillow you held to your chest. The sight of you snuggled up under his covers never failed to send sparks under his skin.

With a grin, he threw the towel at the hamper and walked over to your sprawled out form, “Hi sweetheart”.

Your eyes opened in the cutest little squint as you realized he was right in front of you. He knelt before the bed and moved a hand to push back a strand of hair from your face as he smiled at you sweetly.

“Hi” you whispered back, voice cracking from lack of use. He gave you a moment to yawn and wipe your eyes before he handed you the glass of water from your nightstand. You sat up and took a sip before handing it back to him with a wiggling hand. As soon as it was down, you were reaching towards his arms to pull him onto the bed.

He went willingly, letting you guide him to lying partially draped over your body. His head found its favorite place to nose at your neck. You had asked him once if being so close to your pulse bothered him but he found himself loving his enhanced senses in those moments. Always having the definitive proof that you were there and healthy and breathing set his mind at ease. You smelled the most like yourself there. That area held no perfumes or lotions with added smells to change your unique scent. Whenever he got the chance, he loved being able to watch you squirm in delight as he buried his face beside you.

Tonight, he guessed, you were warned by the resident pixie as to his needs and kept yourself up for him. He took a moment to run the tip of his nose gently up and down your neck. His ear found a home against your pulse and he peppered soft kisses along the hollow of your neck and collarbone. You would giggle slightly at each kiss, a hiccup like sound meshed with chiming bells that he recorded in his mind to listen to when he missed you.

Somehow you always knew what he needed. You didn’t ask about his day or anything else, letting the only noise come from your hands. One rocking back and forth in shapes down his back while the other toyed with the quickly drying tips of his hair. The silence didn’t hang heavy between you, it settled like morning dew in a way that only years of friendship could foster. Later on, he would ask about your day, tell you how much he loved you, how grateful he is for you, but for now, he let the soft caress of your touch lull him into a stillness that he spent centuries searching for.

#mads writes #mads writes twilight #mads writes comfort #mads writes carlisle #Carlisle Cullen #Carlisle Cullen x reader #Carlisle Cullen x oc #Carlisle Cullen x you #twilight #twilight fanfiction #carlisle cullen fanfiction

[madiletio]

Freefall

Prologue:

Life is messy and at times, unbearable. 

Seasons change, years go by and moments pass before you even realize they will be memories from a time long-

“Hey stranger.” 

Katie glanced up from her book, brown eyes meeting blue as Lance took the seat across from her. 

He held out a coffee cup to her, which she gladly accepted while shutting her book. 

“I’m surprised to see you out this early.” She said “Usually you don’t leave home until noon.” 

Lance shrugged, “We were out of coffee.” 

Oh shit. 

“I’m sorry I completely forgot to grab some yesterday.” she groaned. 

Lance smiled “It gave me an excuse to go to the store.” 

She nodded. “How was it?” 

“Quiet.” 

She gave a small hum of approval. “I’m glad.” 

Lance opened up to say something but hesitated when the old speakers of the coffee shop left some background static as an employee was changing out the record. 

He froze, panic starting to become visible in his expression and Katie knew she had to act fast. 

“Lance.” 

Nothing. 

Shit.

She stood up, and moved closer to him, placing her own hands over his ears as she tried to talk to him, to drown out the static. 

“You’re here. I’m here. We’re okay." She pressed harder against him, trying to apply some form of pressure to ground him. "You aren't there anymore." 

It was like a silent prayer she was repeating over and over, somewhat hoping it would work. 

Eventually the static stopped once the record had been changed and after a few minutes, Lance let out a shaky breath as he took hold of her hands from behind him. 

“I need to go.” 

She nodded. “I’ll come with you.” 

He didn’t protest that. 

- 

Nobody talked about the accident. It was like an unspoken rule had been established the moment the news came out. 

Lance could only remember snippets from the aftermath of it all. 

The various sounds of the hospital as he briefly regained some form of consciousness before fading back to darkness. 

Moments of Katie coming in and talking to him, some things he remembered, other times it sounded like gibberish. 

He remembered the feeling of nothingness as clear as day however. To exist, but not exist. To feel like you are walking on an invisible tightrope between life and death and the moment you lose balance, the choice has been made. 

It’d be over. Lights out. 

That’s it, the end of you. 

He wasn’t sure how he got out of that limbo, one minute he was there and then the next thing he knew he was blinded by foggy hospital lights. 

Pain had hit his body all over again, it was like jumping in a frozen pond during winter, cold as ice and excruciatingly electrifying. 

The pain of being alive.

#plance #vld #voltron #pidgance #plangst #mads writes

[hotched]

Freshman Year - Part 2

Summary: You continued to spend time outside of class with your professor until another student makes a comment that sends you running. Will he let you just walk away?

Masterlist to A Million Little Times series

Word Count: 1363

Warnings: ANGST!!!! No happy ending for a while here folks, so strap in 🫣

A/N: After a long hiatus I finally felt like writing again!! I have a couple of ideas so you may see more from me soon. I know the fandom has kind of died down so please let me know if you want to see more of this series or if I should let this one go

Gif credit goes to @leo-gold-hotchner <3

Everyone called you naive, but you weren’t. You understood the world around you and its complexities, you were just very picky on what to give your attention. You didn’t concentrate on the gossip about the dean having an affair with a professor and the loud fight that ensued in their offices or the running bets on which of the girls in your classes had slept with more of the football players; those things just went in one ear and out the other. You didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with people’s judgment.

Your schedule was jam packed between your intense course load and the extracurricular activities you keep picking up. Last week, you had to pick between your local volunteer club meeting and Professor Hotchner’s after hours lecture. After the first, you started a routine of sorts where you stayed after all of the other students left and spent half the night talking with him about everything and anything under the sun. Sometimes your conversations stayed close to the subject of his latest lecture or the newest lawsuit scandal and sometimes they strayed as far as the latest book you had read.

The first time he asked you about your current book you had tried to give him a general response but he wouldn’t accept your answer.

“Good?” he asked with a raised brow. You turned away from his gaze and bowed your rapidly heating face. There were some things that were just too embarrassing to discuss.

“Yeah… I couldn’t put it down. The entire time I felt enthralled “ you appeased but when he asked what it was about, you knew you were caught, “it was a love story, obviously. The woman was new to town and ended up falling in love with the big, burly farmer who was the only one that never had any expectations of her but actually listened to her thoughts and dreams and when he found out all she wanted as a little girl was a yellow chicken coop, he built her one.”

When he didn't respond right away you gathered the courage to look up at his expression. He was looking at you, as always, but the small smile pulling at the corner of his eyes was somehow different this time.

“What?” you asked, somewhat embarrassed at having to explain your guilty pleasure to the object of your daydreams.

“You’re very empathetic” he responded after a moment, leaning forward so his chin was cradled between his hands so he could study you further, “it’s apparent in every aspect of your life; from the way that you connect so easily to the characters in your stories to the way you choose to appeal to your peers own experiences when trying to argue in class. You look for an emotional connection in every interaction you have.”

You were caught off guard, you had expected just about anything else to come out of his mouth. He had teased you before about your love of romance novels so you figured he would write this one off just as easily but the way that he listened so intently and responded in a way that made you feel seen had your heart fluttering. You felt heard in a way you never had before, furthering the rapidly developing feelings you had for the man in front of you.

With another blush and a soft smile, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and shrugged as his chuckle chimed in beat with your pulse.

She had come to that assumption just from the looks you two exchanged throughout class and that was nothing. She never saw those moments in his empty classroom when he loosened his tie and sat back in his chair, one leg up as he looked at you with tired eyes. She never saw the way your hands clenched, as he gave you little pieces of himself through stories and memories. If she had seen those moments, she never would have made it into something so taboo and deplorable.

You were in the hallway after class when she fell into step beside you. It was odd, you’d never really spoken before and ran in completely different circles so you were confused as to why she was reaching out to you now.

“The way he looks at you is gross. It’s sooo obvious he’s crushing on you. You should report him. Though I bet he gives you all A’s because he wants you to like him back” she commented with an expecting, disgusted look on her face. Your eyebrows were high and scrunched, looking over at her like you had no idea what she was talking about.

After a moment of silence, she was looking at you with a combination of disbelief and ridicule, “Professor Hotchner obviously has the hots for you. Or have you been feeding into it? Don’t tell me you’ve been dumb enough to be blowing him for grades or something?”

“No, no, no” you spluttered, stopping in the middle of the hallway to look at her with wide eyes, “there’s nothing going on between him and I. He’s just being a good professor”.

“A good professor, sure” she snorted, still eying you with pursed lips.

Another classmate bumping into you broke the moment as she sighed and muttered a quick “whatever” as she walked away. You were still staring after her until the bells rang, signaling the next hour.

It was two weeks before he asked you to stay after class. You had been able to feel his intense gaze on you everyday as you scrambled to leave with your peers so he couldn’t single you out. It was childish, avoiding him, but there was a part of you that felt scolded and embarrassed at thinking this relationship you were developing was appropriate. You shouldn’t be staying after class to see him or alone with him in such a casual setting. Your classmate was right, it wasn’t appropriate and it only fed into your daydreams. The only way you could see to stop things before you got hurt was to remove yourself entirely. You wanted to go to the academic dean to see about changing your classes but you didn’t want that classmate or anyone she might have gossiped with to think there was any validity to her concerns - because there wasn’t. He didn’t feel anything for you.

You kept your eyes down as you approached his desk. His gaze was on you, searching your tilted face as the last students slowly trailed out of the room.

Once you were alone, he slowly let out a breath and spoke to you directly for the first time in what felt like forever, “is something wrong?”

“No, no, of course not Professor Hotchner” you responded immediately, shaking your head frantically as you dared to peek up at him from under your lashes.

“Did I do something that made you feel uncomfortable?” he asked after another moment of silence, a frown deeper than you’d ever seen on his face that made you lift your head and lock eyes with him.

You shook your head again with a grimace and pleaded with your eyes for him to drop it, “no, of course not”.

“Alright then,” he responded slowly, eyes searching yours, “you missed the last study session”.

“I had another class to study for” you lied, eyes down as you shifted your weight back and forth.

“Okay” he said, nodding. After another awkward pause, you lifted your eyes back to him and struggled to fight down the nausea you felt at acting like he was just another professor and this was just another class you had to pass to graduate. You stayed for another moment, both locked in a battle of wills. He was pleading for you to explain what went so wrong and you were pleading for him to let it go, let you go. With one last nod, he looked back down at his paperwork and you got your wish.

He left you alone for the rest of the year. Never calling on you, keeping you after class or staring at you as you walk away.

tags:

@rousethemouse @ravensmadreads @multiverse-mxdness @nvttiara @angelmather1 @elhotchner @red-red-rogue <3

#mads writes #a million little times series #mads writes angst #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #Aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #professor!hotchner #professor!au #professor!hotch #Aaron hotchner x you

[blueberry-ovaries]

hate when i’m writing a chapter for a fic and i can’t decide if i’m progressing the story to fast or to slow… like it can’t be both at once, so why am i worried it’s both

#mads writes #madsrambles #madsthoughts #blue writes #bluerambles #band of brothers

[phantom-curve]

Chapters: 6/8

Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Mature Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson Summary:

Julie doesn’t believe in fate. She believes in fact and logic and things that make sense. This does not make sense.

or

Luke accidentally calls in to a church prayer line. Julie happens to the be the one who answers his call.

a month+ later please accept this chapter as my apology for losing control of my life and posting schedule

#the schedule is dead forever RIP to that bitch #calling this the day late and a dollar short chapter #I've looked at it for so long i am convinced it is the worst chapter i have ever written for anything #hello imposter syndrome my old friend #mads writes #prayer line juke #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #jatp fanfic #julie and the phantoms fic

[princessmadelines]

thinking about my s13 baby jack au and more specifically about dean, still completely shocked kneeling beside cas’ corpse, being brought back to reality by a baby’s cry and when he turns he sees sam coming out of the lake house (that was supposed to be a safe haven and is now a mother’s tomb) with a bundle in his arms. and how wrong that feels because he was the one carrying sam out of their burning home turned tomb all those years ago. + dean realising how easier it is to hold a baby and taking care of him now that he has an adult body

#mads writes #kinda? #idk i’ve been thinking about this again

[cryptidmads]

because 4am psychonauts fic is always the best kind

anyways i tried writing again, Otto and Ford this time. I spent a week and a half chugging away at it and it’s here now, shitty pasts and lightning scars and gay shit oh my!!

if there’s duplicate tags ignore that. i edited them out but ao3 might not have registered it yet lol

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #mads writes #otto mentallis #ford cruller #ottoford #fanfic #psychonauts fic

[outer-andromeda]

"Appropriate"

... Okay so I've let my partner know about how popular our human Beej and his kids were on here and she authorized me to share some of her writing so here's one of the many ideas she wrote!

Hope you enjoy!

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"Veda and Zeta get in trouble for causing disruption to their class, forcing the principal to call their only legal guardian to discuss their punishment."

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"Victoria and... Oliver Shoggoth?" Principal Sheen set two laminated sets of papers down on her obloid wooden desk. Veda and Zeta both look at the papers, which showed both of their school pictures, and then up into Principal Sheen's cat eye glasses.

"You two have... quite an interesting file-"

"Look, Vick didn't do anything okay-?" Zeta leaned back in her uncomfortable under-patterned chair. Which looked like it was older than her. Veda let out a small whine.

"I was there!"

"Yeah but you didn't start it-"

"I helped-"

"That's enough." Both girls looked back at the principal, who massaged her nose angrily. "Now. The next course of action would be to call your parents-" Both girls' pained looks turned into slight panic. Which made their principal smile slightly. "And decide what the punishment should be for you two."

"Mrs. Sheen- that uh—- really isn't necessary-" Zeta tried to speak up. Mrs. Sheen put her hand up.

"I'm sure once I explain your punishment won't be too severe. I'll keep things civil. No worries. Now. Let's see about your parents-"

Mrs. Sheen picked up the papers again- adjusting her glasses and reading down. The girls both gave each other a small glance.

"It uh—- hm- you— oh! The only contact I see here is uh-"

A hastily scribbled Lawrence B Shoggoth. In barely legible handwriting next to his name in print. At the bottom there was just a phone number in typewriter font.

Mrs. Sheen was a prompt woman. Very no-nonsense. She ran the school with a tight grip on rules and regulations. Things went under her nose which was inevitable- but when she could help it- she played the role of the bad cop.

She reached for her desk phone and punched in the number- each click of the keys made the girls tense more.

The phone rang a few times, a slow, deliberate, mind-numbing buzz.

Beeeep.

Beeeep.

Beeeeeeeeeep-

"Hello?" The voice over the phone was deep- darkened. Aged. Mrs. Sheen was taken aback slightly. But kept her cool- as all professionals did.

"Am I speaking to Mr. Lawrence Shoggoth?"

"Huh-? Oh. Yeah. That's me." It had a slight mumble to it. Veda and Zeta hissed slightly through their teeth- expecting the worst no doubt. Mrs. Sheen smiled smugly.

"Well. This is Principal Sheen from Jury High School. I don't know if you've heard yet but there's been an incident-"

"Are they okay-?"

"Yes. Your children are well. Not for long I'm afraid."

Mrs. Sheen smiled smugly again. There was a pause- and then a shuffle over the speaker.

"... Is this a ransom call or something?"

"What? No-"

"Okay. Great. Stop treating it like one and get to the point then."

Mrs. Sheen snapped her head to the phone.

"Well. Oliver showed up to her first period today with a skirt. A short one."

"...... Mkay-"

"And after repeatedly being asked to change- well- it created a disruption to the class. Which Victoria took a part in. And then the entire body of students in that hour began misbehaving. Well- heh- your girls were the match that lit the fire so to spea-"

"Why did she have to change?"

Mrs. Sheen paused and stared at the phone again. Stuttering slightly. The girls gave each other another look.

"Well- er- Mr. Shoggoth-it was far above the appropriate leng-"

"Right. So. Let me get this straight."

There was another shuffle and Mrs. Sheen found herself tensing slightly.

"You called me at 9AM. Pulled both of 'em out of their classes. To tell me that this kid's skirt was too short?"

"W- yes-"

"What is this, the 1940s?"

"The fishnet tights added to the problem-"

"What problem?"

"Well- it's! It's inappropriate dress for school!"

"It's a skirt, lady- She got it this weekend. It's a little more inappropriate that you decided- oh this is a great idea- let's punish the girl for wearing nice clothes instead of the perverted ass teachers for staring at it all goggle-eyed."

"I-"

"What's the real reason you called? Is this it?"

"There was an insurrection-"

"They're teenagers, just get rid of that dumb dress code. I got shit to do."

Mrs. Sheen's pursed face turned pink.

"You're okay with your girls dressing like- like- like flappers-??!"

There was a long pause. And Mrs. Sheen's face turned from pursed to terrified. There was another shuffle.

And then his voice turned into something different.

"My girls can dress however the fuck they want. And you don't have a right to say a word about it.

Put them back in their fucking classes. Thanks."

The phone went dead.

Mrs. Sheen stared up at the girls. Both of them looked at her- and then Zeta stood up.

"Well! You heard the guy! Looks like we're going back to class. C'mon Veda-"

Zeta took Veda's arm. Veda tried hard to fight back a smile. Mrs. Sheen watched- white faced- as the girls marched out of her office and shut the door behind them.

They looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

"Wow-"

"I know- I almost feel bad for her-"

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((Credit to @maddcelestial, my partner, on IG))

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

#Writing #oc #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #human beetlejuice #au #Zeta #Veda #Lawrence AU #Mads Writes

[genderqueerdykes]

the solution for taking care of "unsightly" homeless people is to house us. that is the only solution. if you can't stand the look of someone living on the sidewalk, you shouldn't stand for them being put into that situation to begin with. housing us is the only answer.

#punk #trans punx #trans punks #cripple punk #mad punk #anarchism #anarchist #anarcha queer #queer punks #queer punx #anarchoqueer #our writing

[yeehawpim]

#original comic #comic #writing #terry pratchett #thud! #artists on tumblr #my comic #my art #i was honestly so mad at myself when i realized i didnt own a physical copy of thud while i was writing this #i had to buy the ebook to pull that line cuz there werent any available at my library or local bookstores

[megamindsupremacy]

go off kiddos

#mads posts #mads writes #wip i started like 2 hours ago #the fic has nothing to do with whatever you think it is about. i promise it is worse #not in a smut way. in a crack way #yj98

[destinyinthemoonlight]

Masterlist

Find me on ao3 - here!

Carlisle Cullen

Wait Up For Me

After a long day in the ER, Carlisle wants nothing more than to come home and hold you close. It’s way past time that any human would be up but a small part of him hoped to catch you awake. Somehow you always knew when he needed you most.

#mads writes #mads Masterlist #mads writes twilight #twilight #carlisle cullen #Carlisle Cullen x reader #Carlisle Cullen x you #Carlisle Cullen fanfiction #twilight fanfiction

[feral-ballad]

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Window"

[Text ID: "I realized I must / I must / I must / ... love madly"]

#forugh farrokhzad #love #madness #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #poetry in translation

[hotched]

First Day

Summary: No one likes the first day of class. No one except for you. Only when it means you have a beautiful new professor to admire.

Masterlist to A Million Little Times series

Word Count: 1068

Warnings: first day anxiety, little spicy allusions to sex

A/N: thank you to @fatherhotchner for giving me the push to write this & helping with the series title & being an all over joy. This took a lot out of me to write because it is based on my real life experiences of the man who taught me how to love many years ago (who may have also been my professor 🤭) so who better than to project those feelings onto than the god-like man himself 🤤

Gif credit goes to @lilygarlands <3

There is nothing more stressful than being a freshman. Not knowing the campus or the people and awaiting the horror stories they give about professors, it would give the strongest, most confident of people anxiety. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

Everyone else is just as lost and confused as you are. Fake it until you make it. Just walk it off, that’s all you had to do.

The first class went fine. You recognized enough of the people from orientation that you felt like you were in the right place and everyone made nervous jokes. The professor was lackluster but bearable. He didn’t seem like he would be a hard ass so you had some hope.

Your second class went about the same. One of the girls from your first class ended up in your second as well so you struck up a conversation on schedules and seemed to hit it off. You had three classes together, your first two of the day and then your fourth. All you had to do was brave your third class and then you would have another friendly face again.

Little did you know just how drastically your life would change in that third class. The moment you stepped into the classroom, you got chills. There was a warm feeling in the room, not from the temperature or an abundance of decorations, but from his presence. He was looking down at papers on his desk when you wandered in, early, and went to find a seat. You chose the third row, close enough to see but not close enough for anyone to think you were a teacher’s pet. Sitting down, the noise must have drawn his attention because you got caught observing him before you averted your stare towards the wall. His molten brown eyes were looking you over, his gaze making you feel suddenly exposed. You tried to peek out of the corner of your eyes to see his reaction without making it obvious. Hoping he would get bored and look away, you continued to study the wall and wait for the rest of the class to wander in.

His eyes didn’t leave you until the next student came in, peeking their head around the corner to make sure they weren’t the first one in. When she saw you, she shot you a small smile and found a seat behind yours. You finally felt like you could breathe, now that his intense stare was elsewhere occupied, back to scribbling on the pages in front of him. The rest of the class eventually ran in right before class started and you found yourself somewhat giddy in anticipation of what his voice would sound like. You hadn’t let yourself admire him for long but that initial look revealed dark, tousled hair that hung low onto his forehead and high cheekbones below dark circles and bushy eyebrows. He was exactly your type.

“Good afternoon, class” he spoke, voice strong and deep in a way that made your thighs clench and eyelids droop. His eyes were sweeping through the 30 or so people in the class but always hesitated momentarily on you.

“My name is Professor Hotchner but you can call me Hotch. I worked as a prosecutor for 13 years before I was asked to teach here at the university. I will grade harder than any of your other professors, but encourage discussion on your scores. You should have received your syllabus from me early last week, for those that read it and ordered the materials already, congratulations. You have a much higher chance of succeeding in this class than those that have not” his voice rang out like thunder against the bare brick walls and silent class, “I won’t waste your time and mine by having you go around and introduce yourselves. The school provides your ID pictures along with your names so I already recognize most of your faces. However, I would recommend that you take the time to introduce yourselves to each other. You will need their help this semester. Here is what you can expect…”

The absolute authority in his voice made your insides clench, both in panic and desire. You had already started reading the required textbook sections to prepare for the intense course load of university so you weren’t too worried about the class. Instead, you were excited to utilize office hours to talk to the dreamy professor about your notes on the required texts so far.

You spent the majority of the class daydreaming, eyes glazed over as you halfheartedly watched him pace the front of the room as he talked about what the upcoming semester would entail. Maybe you should have paid more attention, but between the honey tones in his eyes and the warming quality to his voice, you were fighting the urge to not fall into a complete daze.

When everyone started to get up, you were shaken out of your thoughts and forced back into reality where his hands weren’t wrapped around your neck or pulling your hair. Instead, they were gripping the textbook he had been discussing as his eyes sought out your own. You shot him a quick grin that you feared was more grimace than smile and quickly packed up your things. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him start towards the door but was quickly interrupted by another student who started asking rapid fire questions about the syllabus. The scowl on his face as his gaze burnt into your back would stay with you throughout the rest of the day.

You couldn’t concentrate through your fourth class but thankfully, it went by quickly. After making the trek back to your dorm, you flung yourself face first into your mattress and let the steady smell of home calm your racing heart. Your roommate was gone, thankfully, so you had some time to come to terms with your new reality before you had to push it down.

You spent what felt like hours reliving the same daydream from earlier that day mixed in with the new tones of his voice you heard during his lecture. With one last sigh, you forced yourself up out of bed and to the shower. Your roommate talked about going out that night so you wanted to start getting ready to distract yourself from thoughts of your unattainable professor.

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