Prompt from theexistencegame for this list of AUs. I picked the first oneand sorry that it’s not really a fic and more of just a mess of ideas for a possible fic….
“Hey, we hooked up last night and it turns out your my child’s teacher” AU
Oliver could have sworn he was over his whole one-night stand phase by now. I mean, he’s in his forties (late forties if he’s being really honest). He’s got a mortgage and a 401K and a seven-year-old and a bald spot and a dog and drives a sensible car with airbags that has room in the back for Ryan’s soccer shit and the kids he takes in carpools.
Last night was just a…moment of weakness. Ryan is with his other father, Andrew, Oliver’s ex, this weekend for–get this!–his ex’s wedding. Yes, Andrew, aka: the jackass who cheated on Oliver all those years ago is actually marrying his lover. The two people who ruined his life are probably slow dancing to I Will Always Love You or some other terrible song while Oliver is slowly getting hammered on over-priced cocktails. He could have spent the night getting drunk at his own home but the house had seemed too empty without Ryan sprawled on the couch playing Mario Kart.
So here he is, getting drunk, alone, in a bar he’s never even been to (he hasn’t really felt the need to go out in the years since he finally kicked doucheface out – he’s been too busy with Ryan), when up walks this guy. This incredibly hot, (ridiculously young looking) guy. He says his name is Connor and he teaches second-grade (and he isn’t really as young as Oliver first thought), and he smiles like Oliver is the funniest man he’s ever met. Two drinks later and they are making out in their booth. Another drink and they are embarrassing themselves in the back of a cab.
The next morning, Oliver’s knees pop as he gets out of bed. Looking down at Connor’s back as he makes his way to the bathroom, Oliver smiles to himself. In the shower, he lets the water soothe sore muscles and smiles again, absurdly proud. He might not have gone out that much since Andrew and neither has he been a monk but, even still, who would have thought he still had such upper body strength?
The breakfast they share is not even a little bit awkward (a benefit of being older and accepting that the mornings after one-night-stands are only as uncomfortable as you want them to be). It seems almost normal as they share the Sunday paper. Connor gets up to help himself to more orange juice from the fridge and Oliver asks him to grab the creamer while he’s up.
Since they both left their cars at the bar last night, they end up sharing a cab back and linger in the parking lot; neither really ready to say goodbye but also not wanting to come off too eager. Eventually, Connor caves and asks Oliver for his phone number.
They text off and on over the next few days, each dancing over actually asking the other out. Then Oliver walks into Ryan’s parent-teacher night and there Connor is. At the front of the room – talking to Andrew of all people – and smiling that smile that Oliver has spent too much time thinking about over the last few days.
Oliver finds Ryan’s desk and Andrew pulls up a chair next to him. They exchange nods and some small talk about the wedding (regardless of Oliver’s personal feelings towards him, he can’t fault Andrew for his commitment to their son) before Connor goes into his spiel about what Mr. Walsh’s classroom is going to be like this year.
Oliver tries to be subtle as he hangs back once parent night has wrapped up. He wants a word alone with Connor and he doesn’t think this is something he could do over text. Finally, the last parent leaves.
“Hey,” Oliver says, rocking back on his heels.
“Hey, yourself.” Connor grins.
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