A/N: Hi there. First time with this fandom soo... welp. Don't kill me. ;w;
This is a sort of AU where it's post-Sburb I think and Dave and John are in college/uni, also a little more than just bros. This entire thing will basically be a collection of 100+word drabbles, one for each day of the week starting today. I think that covers most of it? Yeah. Idk.
= Monday Morning
From what he's heard, John has some insane end of term on Monday. He'd spent most of last week after school revising, and from the looks of his bed, covered in textbooks and highlighted sheets, most of last night cramming.
Dave rolls one of the papers up and whaps him lightly on the head. John whines, burrowing deeper into his pile of quilts and flash cards. The guilty backlash is almost instantaneous.
Dave coolly brushes it off.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty, rise and shine. We know a dark witch cursed you the day you were born and it's not your fault your grabby little ADD fingers touched that needle, so nevermind. It's cool now cause your motherfucking knight is here to save ya. I've traveled a long arduous journey across two halls and half the room and here's Maleficent's head on a silver platter. Considering you haven't brushed your teeth yet, I ain't gonna plant one on ya. So we're gonna deviate from the original story like those dumbass Hollywood directors and I'm just gonna keep sissyslapping your fragile slumbering frame with 'Skeletal Structures and Adaptations' until you fucking get up already."
"Ughhh, shut uuuppp," John groans, rolling over and swatting Dave's arm away. He'd fallen asleep with his glasses on. "Why are you even awake?"
Dave holds up his iPhone. "You have half an hour."
John's eyes go wide.
"Fuck!" he swears, leaping out of bed.
Dave is left in the bedroom with a rare shocked expression on his face.
The next few minutes fly by in a flurry of gosh oh gosh oh gosh and Dave my pen have you seen my pen WHERE IS MY PEN and I'm gonna die I'm gonna die THEY'RE GONNA KILL ME. Needless to say, Dave doesn't take too kindly to all this shit.
The moment John comes in grabbing range (all the while blabbering about how he's going to fail everything) Dave grabs John by the shoulder and forces him to look him in the eye.
His are a deer's in the headlights, wide and startled and unfocused.
He's a huge fucking adorable high-strung mess.
"I'm going to be late," John protests weakly. He tries to pull away from Dave's grip. Dave gives him a bitch please look from behind his shades.
Then he kisses him.
"Chill out," Dave murmurs, smirk light against John's lips. John stares at him for a couple seconds before he fully processes what just happened.
"Th-thanks," he stammers, pulling away, fiddling with the strap of his bag. "Um, yeah. I'm chill now. Uh. Ish."
Dave's smirk is threatening to worm itself into an actual smile so he hastily gives the mess John calls his hair a brisk ruffle and guides him to the door.
"Now on your way, soldier. Don't come back until you get an A."
John's bright, sleepy laugh is music to his ears. "You're so mean."
He gives Dave a light kiss before leaving.
Even when he's sure John's left the building, Dave doesn't smile. It would be uncool.
He settles for smirking all day long instead.
