#and when i say awful i mean my kindergarten teacher told me i was going to burn in hell and called me slurs. i was a kindergartner.
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sleepychipmunk · 1 month ago
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I’m tired af so not sure how coherent this is but like. Something that bothers me a lot lately: unschooling. Specifically how it’s catching on as an excuse to neglect kids. Part of this, other than the obvious, is because *I* was unschooled for a good chunk of my childhood, but my parents actually put in a whole lot of effort to encourage my learning. If I wasn’t interested in something important, then they’d find a way to make me interested, no matter how difficult I was being. I recognize that most kids don’t have positive outcomes with unschooling and I think it’s because of how much effort it requires from the parents, and so many parents either can’t or won’t do that. I don’t want mine associated with people like that, not when they worked so hard for me.
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icemankazansky · 2 years ago
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I'll never understand the need for those call out pages or whatever they are called. If you don't like something about the canon you either: 1) Complaint with your real life/fandom friend or with yourself and your buttons. 2) Write a fix it fic or a post presenting what you think would be cooler to see.
Same thing with the fanon. If you don't like something, there is also the very healthy option of just ignoring it. Don't like a tumblr acc, block them. But to go on a call out page and name people?? Seems childish and I'm sorry that happened to you Carly and that it's happening to other people!
There isn't a need. The fact is: Some people enjoy being cruel, and the Internet provides enough anonymity that people feel emboldened to let themselves indulge in this nasty behavior. When you talk shit in person or in a way that you can be identified, there are consequences. Anonymity allows awful people to be their awful selves without fear of repercussions. (I've said this before, but I feel like it bears repeating: Anonymity does not make people act badly. Anonymity gives people courage to do things they might be afraid of otherwise; that's not all bad. Many people use anonymity for great acts of kindness and generosity they might be too shy to perform otherwise. Anonymity is like the Captain America serum or that mask from the Jim Carrey movie: It takes what is already within you and magnifies it. If you are a good person, it makes you feel free enough to spread joy and extravagant kindness. If you are a bad person, it gives you the bravery to be as horrible as your dark, shriveled heart desires.)
You are completely right. If you don't like something harmless someone else is doing, just don't interact. Say, "That's not for me," and use the back button or, as you said, create content that explores your own headcanons and preferences. So simple!
But some people don't want simple. They want to start drama and cause pain. I will never understand it. For my very first parent-teacher conference, my kindergarten teacher told my mother, "Carly doesn't understand why the other children are mean to each other." And I still don't.
Thanks for your ask, anon. It's nice to hear from you.
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firemama · 2 years ago
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Things that make me fucking mad but probably shouldnt anymore:
elementary school, at *least* before 3rd grade but not kindergarten, i was doin kick ass in class despite having been shuffled into three different teacher classrooms. I would later by moved to a 4th, whom was evil and mean for no got damn reason and i have a very specific memory of her yelling at me for the "quiet hands are happy hands" bullshit and various ither autistic hate and was furious that i could already write just fine and therefore made my life hell because i wrote "upside down" i.e. staryed my Ts from the top or started my o in the wrong spot, etctetc.
This is important because this was probably one of my last years liking school and trying very, very hard to get good grades. The teacher i would get would exhaust and infuriate me into hating school, and id basically give up; a sentiment that would be strengthened by future grade teachers being pissed that i already knew cursive or other shit, and then would be shunted into gif5ed programs which was, actually, not any better than the stupid upset teachers that didnt like that i was ahead in some areas.
But anyway- 3rd grade, before i would start to hate school. We have a thing here in florida, not sure how big itbis everywhere else. But they pick kids to be "terrific kid" every so often, and my extent of knowledge as to qhat happened at the time was that you would get a certificate (boring) and a car magnet. I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANTED that car magnet. And i have no idea why.
And i asked several cafetiria workers, janitors, school nurses, etc, how to get Terrific Kid before finally asking my teacher. My teacher, whom knew i was the best grade in her class and an excitable participant in all her lil activity things and did extra effort in cleaning time and such and so forth, actually agreed. She gave me a big fucking smile and said, yeah actually, im going to submit you for that. You should get it. You will, probably.
Cue joy.
Except 3 days later some girl in my class at the tine, Amber? Crystal? Got caught with scissors at my group table. She had cut *her* hair, some of my hair, and two ither girls hair.
She told the teacher it was MY idea when i hadnt kniwn this kid had even cut my hair. And me, small and selectively mute and awful at communucating, was just getting shoutted at for this and couldnt say i didnt know.
Then they gave Amanda- who was also in my fuckin class and had pnly a *little* of her hair cut off comoared to me- the Terrific Kid Award. Like a month later my teacher, who didnt even remember the hair incident, said "well we gave it to her because she's never had it before."
anyway to this day im still furious about it. Like unhealthily mad. Like, i should be less mad about this.
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authormahimistry · 1 month ago
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Don't Date Your Best Friend
Chapter 2: It’s Just a Phase
Kiara
“So, if this dude went from up here to down here, what will be his position?” Mr. Sulkin, our physics teacher, asked, tapping his black marker on the whiteboard. Several heads went down, the sounds of pencils and pen scribbling on the paper surrounding me with the occasional clicks on calculators.
I noticed Katherine, my good friend, pass the calculator toward me. Her green eyes were glinting with mischief. I took the calculator from her and she wriggled her eyebrows. And at that moment, I knew she was thinking the same thing as I was.
Sixty-nine.
I coughed, ceasing the bubbling laugh, and shook my head at my immature friend.
I met her in kindergarten and knew that the blond girl who was threatening a mean bully would make a great friend. That day, she saved Rio from getting bullied and I gave him his glasses back. Ethan had glared at the bully and his friends from the book he was reading as if daring them to make a move. It’s safe to say that he had always been an intimidating person even though he was the sweetest guy I knew.
“How’s Ethan holding up?” she asked as soon as we stepped out of the classroom.
My steps wavered. “He’s not well. I mean, his first girlfriend cheated on him with his own best friend. He seems he can handle it, but I know he is not okay.” I smiled. “I am planning to cheer him tonight.”
“What do you have in mind? Red lace lingerie? Candles? Foreplay?” she asked.
“Shhh, Katherine. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” I shook my head to clear out the images forming in my head. “I’ll need your help with this because we won’t be home tonight.”
“Dude!” she said. “He broke up, but you don’t have to offer him pity sex. Even though no one will mind. Especially not me.”
Sadly, she knew about my teeny-weeny crush on Ethan. Who wouldn’t? He was like a freaking Greek god. But he was my best friend. One of the main reasons I had kept my feelings to myself for five years and I would take them to grave if I had to. Ethan was my special person, and if we ever started dating and broke up, I’d lose him as my best friend. The thought of ever losing him scared me.
“Katherine, he’s a virgin and not to mention, my best friend,” I said, forcing my brain not to think about any R-rated version.
Oh, who am I kidding? I was already daydreaming about how he would hold me in his arms, his large, muscular body hovering above me, kissing me while I moaned his name when he would thrust his di—
Stop.
Right.
There.
I am just a hormonal teenager going through a phase and nothing else.
“You never once told me he was a virgin, Kia! I mean, he was with that cherry, for God’s sake,” she said, talking about Ariana, the cheerleader.
“He wanted to take things slow. She didn’t. Maybe that’s why she cheated on him?”
She opened her locker and I stared at the picture of her with her boyfriend, Ryan. She was laughing at something he must have said while he was looking at her in awe. It was so adorable that I wondered if I would ever have a chance of being with someone who would look at me like that.
Katherine closed the locker after taking out her notes. “Could be. But that means you stand a chance now. You can dick him, Kiara. Dick him!” she beamed.
Dick him? What even?
Bystanders turned to us and gave me a thumbs-up while I laughed nervously, glaring at my best friend.
“Can you yell any louder?” I said. “If Ethan heard this, I don’t know—”
Katherine nodded at the other side of the hallway. “There’s your dicker boy!”
“Stop saying dick!”
Ethan was walking beside Volt and Rio, who were trying their best to make him happy. He smiled at them for their effort and I saw the freshman girls sigh at the sight. I could see them checking their faces in their phones or locker mirrors and puffing their hair, waiting for either one of them to give them one look, wink, or smile. I shook my head at their efforts, fighting off my smile when a few of them gave flowers to Ethan, who blushed furiously.
Even if he tried, he would never get unnoticed in public. Standing tall at six-foot-two and having the most perfect swimmer body, he had a fan base of his own. Not to mention his unique eyes. His right eye was green and left was blue because of the heterochromia. I had always loved his eyes. Having hooded brows with sharp features and slight stubble, it was hard not to have a small crush on him. Especially when puberty hit him like a truck filled with hotness and converted tall, lanky Ethan to muscular, broad shoulders Ethan.
“Quit eye-pussying him, Kiara.”
“I was not eye-pussying him . . . or whatever. I need you to cover for me tonight.”
“Of course, Kia. But what about his moms?”
I hummed, wondering about Ethan’s moms, Julia and Helen. He has been raised by two beautiful, smart women. That’s why Ethan became too mature at an early age.
I remember when I got my period at the age of thirteen and we were both playing Mario Cart. He didn’t panic when he saw a little blood on the couch and instead went to call his moms because I had got my period. I was so embarrassed after changing in the sweatpants he gave me that I couldn’t even look him in the eye. But he was mindful, making me hot chocolate and watching The Princess Bride with me.
He was too perfect and I was friend-zoned.
“They won’t mind if I took their son out for dinner,” I said. “And if they do ask for the reason, I’ll tell them the truth.”
“Truth? About what?”
My heart froze hearing his deep voice when he stood across me. A small frown etched on his hooded brow, his mismatched eyes fleeting between me and Katherine, who was suddenly interested in the little studs of her watch.
I coughed, looking at her for help.
“Truth about how Kiara is thinking of publishing her manuscript, eh?” She threw me under the bus.
Before I could say anything, Ethan raised his eyebrows. “Really? That’s wonderful. I didn’t know you were planning to—”
I finally found my voice and managed to utter, “I was just thinking about it and told it to her.”
His eyes sparkled and a small smile tugged his full lips. “I want to know more about it later.” Ethan leaned down and I held my breath, my pulse rising when his lips landed on my forehead. “See you at swim practice, Bella. Katherine.”
I sighed dreamily, watching the muscles on his back when he walked away. He had the habit of calling me Bella, which means beautiful in Italian, ever since we were kids. I thought it was cute when we were kids, but now, I think he called me that out of his old habit.
“Jesus, just fuck already!”
“Katherine David Wilson.”
“What? It’s true. You both have those cute fuck-me eyes and even Ryan noticed. Talk about being weird.”
If Ryan noticed it then it was weird because he got brain fog every time he was around Katherine and nothing existed to him except her.
Biting my lip, I wondered if Ethan had the cute fuck-me eyes. “No way, Kat. He’s my best friend. He doesn’t look at me like . . . like that.”
Does he? No, no, of course he didn’t. He was my best friend and we had been that way since we started wearing diapers. My mom considered him her own son even though looking at him as my brother made me want to puke my insides. Maybe Katherine was just saying that to make me feel good about my silly crush on him. Ethan just lost his best friend and first girlfriend. It would be impossible for him to have any romantic feelings for me.
“Yeah, and I don’t have tits,” she said, looking down at her double Ds.
“Why would he even like me other than me being his best friend?”
“Babe, are you kidding me? You’re smart and pretty. You have perky boobs, just the handful, and guys dig that. Especially Ethan.” I looked down at my chest and my cheeks warmed.
“Ethan does not stare at my breasts,” I said, thinking of those diamond-like eyes on my girls. “He would never.”
She shrugged. “How would you know? You’re too busy staring at his eyes, wondering how he would look when he fu—”
“Katherine! Hai Bhagwan, get your mind out of the damn gutter.”
“I’m telling you the truth. Besides, you have dimples and who doesn’t love dimples?”
Shaking my head at her, I checked the time on my watch. “I will be late for my art class. See you at the bleachers?”
“Don’t you have a music class?”
My nose scrunched. “Yes, I do. Wish me luck because Paul is going to be there. See you soon.”
***
“So, are you free this weekend?”
I lifted my fingers from the black and white keys and looked at Paul, who was gazing at me with his forest green eyes. I forced myself to remember the day he made me cry and Ethan punched him, dragging me away from the whole scene.
“No, Paul. I’m busy,” I said. “Can you please stop asking me the same question?”
“I want you to know that my past encounter doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you. I really want to hang out with you, maybe take you out on a date.”
I would have blushed and accepted his sweet proposal if he hadn’t strung me along for one entire year. Paul Corey was my crush and now I wondered what I had seen in him. Despite being handsome and in the swim team of Winter High, he was the definition of an asshole. He came to our school for piano sessions for practice and to annoy me.
Taking my sheet notes from the holder, I carefully kept them in my backpack. Writing them was one of the hardest things in the world and I didn’t want any of them to crumple.
“No, Paul. I don’t want to date anyone right now.”
He stood up with me, his tall frame towering over me. “We can be friends with benefits if that’s what you want.”
“Sure, when cows can fly,” I said. “See you on Wednesday.”
I didn’t want to go out with him because as soon as I stepped out of the room, he was flirting with my other classmate. Or it was because he was in the swim team of Winter High and both the teams, Summer High and Winter High, had been enemies ever since I could remember.
Ethan had his swim practice and we would go home together in his car, so I decided to wait for him on the bleachers like always. I was surprised to see Katherine sitting beside my seat, sketching in her diary. Waving at Ms. Bennet, who was scolding Lee Chong for being late, I walked toward the bleachers and plopped beside Katherine.
“So, this is how it’s going to happen,” she started, closing her diary. “I talked with Ryan and he’s nice enough to let you two stay at the farmhouse—”
“Isn’t he on vacation?”
“Well, he and his friends are. Not the point. You and your dicker boy can stay there for the night. Alone,” she emphasized.
A chuckle bubbled out of my throat. “Whatever you’re thinking won’t happen, Kat. We are best friends and he just had his heart broken.”
“Ever heard of rebound sex?”
“Yes, but it won’t happen.”
“While you’re busy talking to me, he is staring at you.” Before I could witness, she hissed at me, “Don’t look!”
I laughed nervously, my cheeks getting warm. “Hahaha, really? Can I check?”
“Yes, really. No, wait, Rio is talking to him and he—oh, shoot, he caught me staring at him.”
I shot my friend a glare. “Way to go, Katherine.”
A smile tugged the corner of my lips when I found Ethan gazing at me, his cheeks turning red when I waved at him. His cap was removed, so when he ran a hand through his damp thick hair, it sleeked back. Except for one strand that stuck to his forehead, and it was so distractingly hot that I wanted to run there, tuck it back, and run back here.
I sighed and shuffled in my seat when he turned to Rio—oh, fuck.
My butt slipped from the seat and a sharp sting of pain shot through my left elbow when I awkwardly saved my ass by supporting my weight on the elbow. Katherine let out a loud chortle while I hid my red face behind my hair, sitting back on the chair.
“Quit it,” I muttered, rubbing my elbow.
“You both are so whipped!” she said, wiping a tear.
I ran a hand over my face and looked back at him, watching in awe as his muscles tensed and relaxed when he rolled his shoulders.
“Not both, Kat.” I sighed. “Just me.”
“Okay, but don’t forget to shave everything. You know what I mean?”
“What?”
“Shave. Everything.”
“Katherine, we are not going to touch each other or do the deed. Get those things out of your dirty mind.”
“Whose dirty mind?” Rio asked, a boyish grin tugging his lips.
His hair was damp after the shower, so I figured Ethan must be in the showers. And now I was having very dirty thoughts about my naked best friend wet with water—
Shut.
Up.
Katherine asked, “Does Ethan have a crush on Kiara?”
Like an involuntary action, Rio nodded. “Of course he does! He even l—YO! You did not just hear that.” His brown eyes widened and looked between the two of us.
Oh, no.
***
“And that’s how I am hoping it would go,” I said, putting down the glass of water Mrs. Helen, one of Ethan’s moms, handed me when I arrived.
Her afro was tied up in a bun and her dark chocolate skin was glowing when she rocked a very sleepy Eveline on her shoulder. A wide grin split her face. “So, you both are going to spend the night together?”
Blood rushed to my neck and cheeks, but I tried to play coy and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I suppose so.”
Eveline mumbled something in her sleep, wanting attention from one of her mothers. Lilly was in the hospital as one of their patients went into labor.
Helen pecked the blond curls of her daughter. “He didn’t speak much when he came back and I knew something was wrong,” she said worriedly, glancing at his room. “I hope you get him to talk about it because I know my son and he likes to bottle it up.”
I nodded, knowing all too well how he would rather hide his feelings and get hurt than express his emotions.
“Wish me luck,” I said and pecked Eveline’s bubbly cheek.
“Of course, sweetheart.” She smiled. “I will take this one to sleep.”
I wasn’t surprised when I found his back to me, his notes spread on the desk. His bed was made and the clothes that were dumped in the corner this morning had disappeared and probably were hanging in his closet. His room was too clean and I knew the reason why.
“Why were you buttering my mom and sister?” he asked, not turning back to look at me as I closed the door and smiled at the polaroids on the wall.
It had our pictures since we were born to the latest one. We were standing together and my mom had given us ghee-shakar for the first day and clicked the picture. I was grinning at the camera and Ethan was smiling.
I walked toward his desk and plopped myself on it. “I don’t need to butter them, Ethan,” I said with a smirk, my eyes flickering from his Chemistry notes to his sharp face. “We’re going out.”
He finally looked up, fixing his glasses, and leaned back in the chair. “Why and where?”
“It’s a surprise, E. Come on, get up and get dressed if you want to, we will be leaving in ten.”
His eyebrows furrowed and before he could protest, which I knew he would, I interrupted. “If you won’t come with me, I’ll burn your algebra notes you handed me this afternoon.”
“You wouldn’t,” he whispered, his eyes widening with disbelief.
“I just might.”
Of course I was lying, but he didn’t need to know that. I could be very persuasive if I wanted to be. Like when I wanted him to sneak out with me to go to a gay club, or the time when we trespassed at someone’s bungalow in Italy to swim in their pool, or the time when we collected money from people and gave it to a homeless woman, or when we tried marijuana for the first time.
He removed his glasses and ran a hand through his dark locks. “Do I really have to? Can’t you take Katherine or Rio or Volt?”
“No, Ethan, I’m doing this for you.” I took his palm and held it in my hands, mustering my best sad eyes. “Please?”
His gaze didn’t waver and his jaw twitched. “Fuck, Kiara. You know I can’t resist that look on your face. Where are we going again?”
He stood up, placing his notebooks in organized order in the corner, and opened his closet, checking different shirts and T-shirts. I smiled at the dark blue waves we had painted on the ceiling and remembered playing with paint when it was done. It took us two whole days to make it, including the details of transparent droplets with white paint.
“It’s a surprise, Ethan, and I’m driving,” I said and closed the window behind me, which was attached to my room’s window through a fire escape. We always kept our windows open so we could sneak into each other’s room to either study, cuddle, or talk.
Ethan removed his T-shirt and even though I had seen him shirtless almost every day because of his swim practice, I couldn’t help but stare at the contour of his abs and how his muscles tensed when he wore a darker color shirt. Damn, it should be illegal to look this good in a simple shirt and pants.
“Are you taking me out on a date?” he asked teasingly.
YES!
“No, Ethan,” I huffed. “Pfft, of course not. You broke up today and I am taking you out to cheer you up.”
“Are you trying to kidnap me, Ms. Sharma?”
Instead of the perfect pronunciation of ‘Sharma,’ Americans or in fact every non-Indian pronounced it like ‘Shawr-mah,’ but I stopped correcting them ages ago.
I winked. “Why, yes, of course, Mr. Kane. I’m going to take you to my warehouse and ravish your chiseled body.”
His eyes darkened with swirls of emotion and I could feel the temperature in the room increase as my heart pounded in my chest.
How to make things awkward by Kiara Sharma Volume III.
“Uh-huh, sure.” He cleared his throat. “But what about dinner?”
I resisted the urge to spread my legs and give him a knowing smirk, saying, ‘Dig in.’
I needed a glass of water. Holy water would do.
My cheeks and neck warmed, his eyes dropping to my neck, probably wondering why I was so flushed. I let out a nervous laugh. “Don’t worry about it, E. Dinner’s on me. I’ll wait outside.”
I slid off the desk and tried not to sniff his musky cologne when I walked by him and closed the door behind me. My legs were shaking and I pressed my hands on my cheeks, forcing them to cool off.
“I’m just a hormonal teenager going through a phase,” I muttered to myself and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water.
If I was this nervous right now, then what would happen when we got there. And spend the night alone? Pressed against each other? I shook my head. I couldn’t let that happen. Ethan was my best friend.
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harlowsbby · 3 years ago
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single dad jack getting a crush on his daughters kindergarten teacher and letting his daughter get her flowers and she goes “Ms. y/n my daddy really likes you” and all the classmates go “eeeewww” 💀
-🌎 anon
It was 2pm and Jack had to pick up his daughter Stella from school being a single father sucked ever since Stella’s mom passed away it’s been hard on the both of them but Jack always did his best everyday to make sure she was okay and happy and he did a damn great job.
Once Jack had gotten to the classroom Stella smiled widely when she saw her dad.
“Daddy ! You’re here.” Stella yelled as Jack chuckled as he went into a squatting position and opening his arms wide for Stella to run in which she did happily every-time.
“Hi my pretty dove how was school today princess ?” Jack said her as he placed her on his side and moved some hair out of her face she had his baby blue eyes and a few freckles placed on her noses like he did.
“It’s was good daddy my teacher wants to talk to you daddy.” Stella said and Jack looked up once he saw you approaching them. He swear he saw an angel when you walked their way you were honestly so beautiful and breathtaking to him.
“Hi Mr. Harlow I just wanted to talk to you for a bit about Stella if that’s okay ?” You asked Jack kindly as he looked at you in awe making Stella roll her eyes and pinch Jack’s cheek making him hiss and glare at her playfully she turned her head to the side as if she did nothing you laughed at their cute little moment.
“Oh uh yes sure absolutely Ms. Y/N.” Jack said smiling his pearly white teeth at you which made you weak in the knees he was everything and more you’ve always had the biggest crush on Jack way before he even was known.
“Well Ms. Stella here has been such a good girl in class she’s been line leader three times this week and she helps all the other students who struggle just a bit she’s a true doll.” You told Jack as you tickled Stella who was hiding behind Jack’s leg. Jack sighed in relief he thought it was something bad but he was glad it wasn’t.
“I’m glad she’s been doing good because at home she’s a little monster isn’t that right my little princess.” Jack teased her and she giggled and holding onto his legs tightly you coo’d at her and stood back up smiling at Jack.
“Well it was nice meeting you Jack I hope to see you tomorrow for the talent show ?” You told Jack he smiled and nodded the school had asked Jack if he could perform and he agreed.
Before school the next day Jack stopped at the store so Stella could give you flowers now Stella might’ve been 6 but she knew when someone had a crush on someone and she knew her father liked you very much so her being the sneaky 6 year told she is had a good idea.
“When we get there give these to Ms. Y/N okay bug and tell her it’s for being a good teacher to you okay.” Jack told Stella who nodded Jack walked with her to the door of her classroom he blushed seeing you standing at the door and greeting students.
“Oh hi Stella what do you got there mhm.” You asked her as you lowered yourself down to her level she giggled running over to you with the flowers.
“My daddy likes you a lot he said these were for you being a good teacher to me but he really had a crush on you.” Stella said as she skipped into the classroom like nothing. Jack was honestly too stunned to speak and you were a blushing mess.
“Well ahh I guess you know now.” Jack tried to laugh it off as he stretched the back of his neck avoiding your eyes and blushing like crazy. You giggled finding it adorable.
“Well the feelings are mutual I guess I gotta get that number later on at the talent show ?” You told Jack he picked his head up immediately and grinned.
“Yeah most definitely Ms. Y/N oh I mean Y/N fuck I mean fuck I’m sorry for saying fuck I shit I’ll just see you later.” Jack said as he rushed down the hallway you giggled watching him avoid from knocking down children you smiled and smelled the flowers again you couldn’t wait to see what would happen.
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qslovebot · 4 years ago
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The Girlfriend: Spencer Reid
Summary: Spencer's girlfriend shows up to his work one day nine months pregnant
Pairing: Spencer x unnamed woman self insert?
Warnings/Includes: mentions of sex, pregnancy, mentions of breeding kink.
A/N: I was bored, so I wrote this. I don't actually know what it is. Emily Prentiss fanfic out soon.
The BAU knew Spencer Reid had a girlfriend. They were introduced at an event and everyone took their turn shaking her hand and joking around with her. She was quickly beloved by the whole team.
She discussed dressing goth in high school with Emily, conversed with JJ about the thrills of papercuts, talked about Twilight with Penelope, Derek teased her about dating Spencer and she retaliated by making fun of the time he thought he had slept with one of his coworkers simply based on the fact the woman knew his name. Derek was quiet after that.
Hotch asked her about her line of work and both him and Rossi were surprised when she replied, telling him she was a kindergarten teacher. Everyone had been expecting her to be a Doctor of some kind or some super-brained scientist. But she was artsy, witchy, and had fingerpaint under her nails.
Everyone loved her, including Spencer who was more than happy they all liked her, but a little anxious that someone would mess it up. As it turned out, surviving that event and heading home afterward led to a shower, then to a bed, then to a shower again.
That day was followed by more days, then two weeks before all the craziness kicked in. Spencer Reid, shy, sweet, young, had gotten his girlfriend of eight months- knocked up.
People at work asked how she was doing to which Spencer gave the answer. Told them she was good and happy and that they were doing fine, but was reluctant to tell them about her pregnancy. He himself didn't know why- he didn't even notice he wasn't mentioning it.
One day, Spencer made the mistake of taking the wrong bag to work. It wasn't a matter of memory, it wasn't a matter of a brain, it was the fact he and his girlfriend who was nearing the last weeks of pregnancy had identical bags and he accidentally took hers to work.
Spencer called her to bring it in to make the swap because he had a case to leave for in about an hour. Meaning... everyone was about to know about the pregnancy- but Spencer still had no idea that he hadn't told the BAU. It never came up.
She got herself in the car in a beautiful pale pink sundress that was part of her kindergarten teacher's vibe she hadn't let go of even on maternity leave. It had a v-neckline that was formed by the wrap of the fabric and cinched just above her bump to accentuate it through the dress. Pregnancy had been good to her, keeping her skin clear and glowing as well as her hair healthy and gorgeous.
So she walked into the BAU with Spencer's bag and the entire team had their jaws on the floor. They looked at her, nine months pregnant and wondered when the hell that had happened and how the hell Spencer hadn't said anything about it.
Penelope had spotted her first, watching her walk in with the bag and recognizing her from that event nine months ago. "Hey! Long time no-" she had come bustling over to say hi and only noticed the bump until seven feet away and it stopped her entirely. Spencer's girlfriend was a little confused, as Penlope choked on her words and blurted, "Nice to see you again!" As she bolted off to Derek Morgan's desk.
"Hey, Garcia, what's going on?" Emily inquired as Penelope rushed over to the bullpen work area, her cheeks red.
"Spencer's girlfriend- she's here, and she's very very very pregnant. Like 'any-second' pregnant." Penelope gushed. Derek narrowed his brows in confusion before all three of their heads swivelled to where his girlfriend had just walked in. Bag over her shoulder, hand on her stomach, she walked over to Spencer. Emily gasped and rushed from her seat to go tell JJ.
"Spencer's girlfriend is nine months pregnant!" Emily said, still in disbelief.
JJ shook her head, "There's no way. It's only been what, eight months since we last saw her? Spencer would have said some-"
"She's pregnant!" Penelope chirped, peeping her head into JJ's office. JJ got up from her seat the fastest she'd ever gotten up, stumbling with Emily and Penelope to peer out the door at Spencer taking the bag from her and chatting a little before he had to go.
Derek Morgan stood up and greeted the young teacher with a smile and friendly hug that avoided her bump. He congratulated her and then grabbed Spencer by the upper arm as Hotch and Rossi came down the steps to say hello as well.
Spencer was a little confused, being dragged around the corner to the briefing room by Derek. Emily, JJ, and Penelope went to go greet the girlfriend as well, but Spencer wouldn't be there with her. Derek shut the door, "What the hell man, you're going to have a kid?"
"Y-yes, actually. I thought maybe you'd known."
"How could I have possibly known, Reid? If you never mentioned to me or anyone else here that you'd knocked up your girlfriend, how would we know if we don't see her every day?" Morgan wasn't really angry, just a little pissed that Spencer never mentioned it. "I consider the BAU my family and when my family is going to start a family of his own, I would have liked to know. Congrats, man."
Spencer had no idea he hadn't mentioned it until now. The blind spots of a genius brain. "I'm sorry- wow, I really thought I'd-" Spencer was nearly in awe of how he might have missed mentioning this.
"Boy or a girl? Names picked out? Come on, now that the cat is out of the bag, I think you better fill us in." Derek gave Spencer an unexpected hug that nearly squeezed the life out of his body.
The BAU, though they had a case to leave for in thirty minutes, was all sitting around her. There was a small smirk from maybe not-so-shy Spencer when he knew that the team knew he had fucked his girlfriend well enough to knock her up. It was an undiagnosed, mild breeding kink, but he wouldn't dare speak of it.
She sat there, glowing, hands resting on her bump as the team interrogated her. Derek joined them as she and Spencer began to tell the team pretty much all of it so far. Spencer was having a daughter and they decided to name her Andromeda, after the constellation. Penelope was swooning, JJ was intrigued, Emily was still shocked to see that Reid was capable of both doing this and hiding this.
Hotch congratulated Spencer endlessly, Rossi pat him on the back. It felt good to finally have it out in the open, because there was something weighing on Spencer and until now, he didn't know what it was. Now the whole team knew he was going to be a father and that his sweet girlfriend had been fucked well, nine months ago. He still smiled when he remembered that, he ought to be hit in the side of the head.
Then again, there was a lot more in the open now. Really, forgive his bashfulness for slipping away for a moment.
tags: @meep-meep-not-in-a-jeep, @hotchnerundercover
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jaedreaminn · 3 years ago
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At War or In Love?
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Word Count: 2.5k
Pairings: Haechan x Reader.
Theme: fluff, crack, hurt, comfort, angst, enemies to lovers, collegeau.
Characters: Donghyuck, Jeno, Mark, Taeyong, Ten, Renjun, Jaemin, Jisung «mentioned» Chenle.
Words Count: 2.5k
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Donghyuck knew he was a cheerful boy. His cheerfulness was given to him by his mother who he lived with for the first five years of his life. He couldn't remember her face but he did remember her smile and bubbly attitude and it stuck with him even after he was seperated from her to live with the Lee's. To live with his father.
He's always been social and good with people so he couldn't understand why Mrs.Lee hated him so much. Nor could he understand why his brothers who he was so excited to meet never spoke to him, so he had simply assumed that talking inside the Lee house was forbidden. He barely remembers his early childhood, just glimpses of memories passed through his head. Memories like Mrs.Lee's glares and awful words, memories of yelling and crying but he wasn't sure where the crying was coming from, memories of being stuck with an awful Maths teacher who really didn't like him.
But those were just distant memories because the memories that stuck with him were sitting at the dinner table and eating with his brother's, his elder brothers taking care of him and pampering him, Marks red face when he would annoy the boy who no matter how mad he was would never push Donghyuck away.
He remembers growing up protected by Taeyong, Ten, Mark and Jeno from his awful step mother. She was the only person Donghyuck ever despised, he remembers how she was drunk and angry one day and she grabbed him by his arm and yelled at him, told him he wasn't supposed to exist, wasn't supposed to be loved. But she was also told him something that broke his eight year old self, she told him his birth mother had died.
He remembers crying into Tens arms bitterly and all of his brothers joining him, huddling together on Tens small bed to console him. That night when he had fallen asleep in his brothers arms he dreamt of his mother, his mother who smiled at him and told him he was loved and that he was ment to love and to always be happy and cheerful. And so he believed her.
He lived his life quite happily, shielded from his parents by his brothers, which he would grow up to appreciate.
He was cheerful and friendly and loving and got along with everyone. So he couldn't for the life of him understand why you made his blood boil so much.
"Y/n you're messing it up!" He yelled, frustrated but you only ignored him poking you tongue out from the side of your mouth as you concentrated on lining the border of your assignment with decorative tape.
"Do you think we're still in kindergarten?" He mocked you and without wavering your attention from the task at hand you spoke, "If we were in kindergarten I would be at peace and you wouldn't be here." And that angered him even more.
"Why did you follow me to uni" he grumbled under his breath sitting down next to you.
"Please you followed me here" you scoffed, handing over the assignment to him.
"Why did you even waste time decorating the first page of the script. It doesn't make sense and doesn't even add to our marks"
"One. It makes our script original-" "but isn't the story in it origna-" "TWO. It looks cute" you said with a grin plastered on your face and he looked at you and wondered how anyone could be so irritability adorable.
"Well if you're only going to stare at me weirdly I'm leaving" and you were gone before he even got a chance to say anything. Haechan sighed, looking at the cutely decorated cover page to the script the two of you worked on together. You really were stupid.
Before he knew it he found himself at lunch seated in between Mark and Renjun.
"Ugh I swear if this one doesn't turn our right I'm quitting" Renjun grumbled to no one in particular as he continued to work on his art assignment. Haechan sighed feeding the busy boy a sandwich and Mark rolled his eyes.
"What are you losers upto" Jeno asked, approaching the table with Jisung trailing behind him.
"I'm still in shock you're studying music and dance" Mark said taking a bite of his food.
"He says that everytime" Jisung rolled his eyes as he sat down.
"At the pace at which Jeno was going at I'm pretty sure Mark expected him to get into crime" A voice spoke and all the boys looked up to be greeted by a smiling Jaemin.
"Aren't you supposed to be on my side?" Jeno asked Jaemin with a pout and the other just laughed handing him a bottle of water.
"Please I love Mark more" the grinning boy said and Jeno being his dramatic self visibly deflated.
"Calm down there casanova Marks already got someone" Renjun said, eyes still on his painting.
"Where's Chenle?" Haechan then asked. "He's still stuck in the practice room, said his partner is being annoying" Jisung answered after he realised no one else was going to.
"Pft I know a thing or to about annoying partners" Haechan scoffed and everyone at the table sighed.
"Here we go again" Jisung said rolling his eyes and digging into his food.
"Again?"
"Oh please Haechan this happens everytime it's either y/n this or y/n that. You're obsessed" Renjun said banging his paint brush onto the table.
"What! That's not true" Haechan started to get defensive.
"Please the amount of tension between the two of you is crazy! Like just date already" Jeno laughed and now Donghyuck was very embarrassed.
"You're single ass should date first you've still not dated anyone after-" Donghyuck stopped himself immediately realising the words coming out of his mouth.
"That's my fault isn't it" Mark frowned.
"No!" Jeno said and then glared in Donghyucks direction, "No. I gave you my blessings it's okay I had to get over our relationship and I'm so happy for the two of you right now" Jeno said quickly and Mark frowned.
"But what if you had a chance.."
"Mark Lee you foolish fool if Jeno said he had no problem and literally encouraged you to date his ex then don't question it. Plus he's giving his all to music right now" Jaemin said patting Marks back.
"Hate to say this but Jaemins right, like Jeno could have easily killed you in his sleep of he had a prblem with you, we live in the same house remember?" Haechan added grinning and everyone faceplamed.
"Anyway moving on I've got a buisness class right now I'm going to run" Jaemin said getting up and leaving and Renjun jumped up cheering.
"Geez I didn't know you hate Jaemin hyung" Jisung the ever sassy said and Renjun looked at him confused before realisation dawned on him "Ahhh no I'm done with my drawing and I need to run too" Renjun said eyes widening as he noticed the time, grabbing his stuff and running off. They watched with a laugh how Renjun who was usually calm and graceful tripped as he ran out.
"Wait when did Jisung even leave?" Mark asked pointing to the empty seat. "Ungreatful brat" was muttered by Jeno.
"Are you guys secretly hanging out with y/n and lermimg disappearing trick from them?" Haechan asked and Mark and Jeno just gave him a look. "what?"
"Y/n again? I'm telling you you're obsessed" Jeno chuckled and Haechan chocked on his spit as he quickly got up and hurried away from his brothers teasing.
He was on his way to his locker when he spotted you laughing rather fakely to something a very attractive boy was saying. You laugh was a pitch higher than normal and Haechan almost snorted loudly. Almost. And you were most definitely flirting with that guy.
He approached you with a smile from behind, tapping your back and watching with utmost pleasure when you frowned.
"Is that a new laugh y/n weren't you snorting like a pig just today morning" he asked with a cheeky grin and you frowned.
"Shut up and leave" you said throught gritted teeth trying your best to keep calm.
"Oh c'mon I was just kidding" Haechan smiled and was about to wrap his arms around your shoulder when the boy you were talking to stopped him. He glared at the hand stopping his.
"I don't know who you are but you're making y/n uncomfortable so you got to leave" the boy said pushing Haechans hand away and grabbing onto your hand and pulling you away from Haechan.
Haechan stood there shocked at the boys actions for a second before snapping and pulling you back with so much force you fell onto his chest.
He glared daggers at the boy, his eyes threatening him. "Y/n and I have known eachother all I lives and now we've got a project to work on so don't suddenly interfere in the life of someone you know nothing about." Haechan said coldly, venom hidden behind each word of his and he dragged you away.
He was fuming, not realising where he was going until he was at the garden with you.
"Can you believe the nerve of that guy?" He scoffed but you didn't say anything head hung low. He immediately took notice of that.
"Y/n what's wrong?" He asked worried and thats when you looked up at him, eyes tired. "This has to stop" you pleaded and he didn't understand what you were saying.
"You did this back in school too. You were awful to me and hated me but the moment I was with someone other than you you'd make a big deal out of it and end up fighting with that person" you said said, voice breaking and tears glistening your eyes. Haechan was about to defend himself when you spoke again. "I'm so tired of whatever crap you're pulling Haechan, you were always sending me mixed signals in school and I let you take me for a ride but not again. I liked you but hated you. You made me angry but so happy. You pushed me away only to pull me back and I'm sick of it" the tears now made their way down you face as you cried and Haechan stood there feeling so guilty for making you cry.
"Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.."
"Of course you didn't mean to" a dry laugh escaped your lips, "but tell me, did you ever like me? Was this just entertainment for you? For when you were bored?" You asked with spite.
And suddenly everytime someone hinted at his weird obsession with you came back to him, "Look I don't hate you... Atleast I think I don't. Not that much I-" You scoffed cutting him off.
"It's either you like me or you don't stop playing with my heart this isn't funny" you said rather calmly but the anger visible in your eyes.
"I don't know...I don't think so" he could hear your heart break and somehow he felt like maybe, he was wrong.
"Then leave please leave" you said agressively wiping away the fresh tears falling down your face. He tried to comfort you but you raised you hand stopping him.
He sighed in defeat and began to walk away, head hung low. He felt bad for making you cry and wanted to see you smile. Just then the thought of you crying in that pretty boys arms crossed his mind and he felt and awful feelin at the pit of his stomach. Jealousy. He was jealous, he wanted to make you happy and he wanted to hold you as you cried, he didn't want you to look at other people lovingly, and he hated the thought of you kissing someone else so he immediately turned to you and grabbing you by your shoulders.
"Look y/n I want to believe I hate you but at the same time I hate when it's not me that makes you happy because I love making you smile, I love making you laugh, I love annoying you." He said eyes serious as you blankly stared at him.
"All I know is whatever is going on in my head, you're at the center of it and you're the only one that can help me figure out what my fixation with you is."
"That's stupid." you mumbled, looking away from his intense gaze and he smiled.
"Nothing's stupid in love and war y/n and right now I don't know if I'm at war with you" he paused and you looked up at him and he smiled at you fondly, "or in love with you."
You looked at him awe struck and he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute you looked, with eyes still shining from all the tears and your face flushed.
"Will you help me figure which one it is?" He asked, his tone hopeful and you thought for a while and nodded as he grinned happily. And you smiled.
"This might just be my own downfall" you started with a frown and then a very small smile made its way to your face, "But atleast then I'll know more than I know now."
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"This is stupid he's in love with you" Jeno said with a frown and Haechan pouted as he watched you laugh.
"Ah y/n run away while you can, our hyucks really stupid to even think he hates you" Mark added and if you weren't holding his hand right now Haechan would have punched his brother.
"Oh so this is the infamous y/n" Ten said walking into the room with a smirk on his face and Haechan silently cried inside.
"We really need to leave" he said but you were at your antics again and said "no we don't we have plenty of time don't we" he swears he hates you but at the same time it was impossible to hate you when you smiled at him like that.
"Ohhh is this y/n Donhyuck?" Came his eldest brothers voice and this time Haechan did cry.
"Oh c'mon don't pretend to cry you love me"Taeyong said patting his back and you chuckled.
"No I love Mark" Haechan said glaring at the eldest who only chuckled, "What's with everyone's fixation on Mark?" Jeno asked and Ten rolled his eyes "You just don't see how adorable our Markie is because your Taeyongs pet"
"Hyuck this is your fault the name stuck!" Mark growled and you stood there watching the brothers argue with eachother, amused at their antics.
"Ahh this is what you'll be getting into if you associate with this family" A voice said behind you and you turned around to meet the person who was your senior in high school and the one that stole Tens heart.
"Wouldn't I be lucky if that was the case?" You asked but another voice spoke "Try being stuck babysitting five grown men" you turned to see the person you recognised as Marks partner.
"I will hit you!" Haechan yelled charging at Mark who had run behind Ten who was yelling at Taeyong for help who who was being held down by a sulky Jeno.
You shared a look with the two people beside you as the three of you broke out in laughter.
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Lee brother's- A mini series
Previous Part: Lee Ten
Next part: Series Finale
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jewishvitya · 2 years ago
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Real life things and TMI about mental health and my life in general. Mentions of CSA.
So I didn't really talk about this here but my kids are in foster care. I had them put there voluntarily, it was a decision with my social worker because I can't take care of them until I'm better.
I spoke with my social worker again a bit ago when she came over to check on me. She reminded me of a conversation we had the day my kids left for foster care. In that conversation, I told her about my own family history.
Lots of parents, when they find out their partner is sexually abusing their children, refuse to believe the abuse is happening and stay. My mom, though, found out my dad was abusive and left him the next day. She put my safety first and protected me, even if it meant breaking up the family and taking my sister and I away from a place and a person we loved. A child therapist summarized my state of mind at the time as "she loves her dad, but she's scared of him." That stayed true for me.
Before my mom passed away, she told me she's proud of who I am as a parent. She told me she feels like she really sees herself in the way I treat my kids and it makes her happy. She grew up in a very abusive home and worked very hard to be a good parent and break that cycle. She was seeing the results in how I raised my kids. And then she was gone.
Not long after she died, my bad health took away my ability to function and take care of my kids. The result was pretty awful neglect of their basic needs. And I know the trauma of neglect can be just as harmful as the trauma of abuse, so I looked for help. I asked my kids' kindergarten teacher to please contact the authorities for me, I need the support. It took years of slowly getting worse until I realized that support wasn't enough. When I lost the ability to prepare simple meals and make sure the kids are eating, I decided it's selfish to keep them here. My social workers brought up foster care and I agreed.
A few months ago I sent the kids away to their foster family. My social worker was there and she stayed with me for a while. I was crying and talking about all of this. I told her I felt like my mom would be proud of my decision to make sure the kids have their needs met, even if it means I can't keep them with me for now. My mom removed me from a home where I wasn't safe and rebuilt our little family without my father. I'm doing the same thing for my children, in a way. A few days ago, my social worker told me that in that conversation she expected me to say that I failed my mom. That she was so proud of my parenting and then I had to send my kids away. I told her no, my mom was able to go against the natural inclination to overlook the abuse. So many parents do that, so it can't be as easy as it sounds to break away. I'd be failing her if I kept the kids where they aren't safe. Even if it means I let someone else take care of them until I'm able to. It's not like I'm giving up on them. This is temporary.
It hurts, though. I miss having them here and being able to hug them whenever I want. Every week when I see them I make sure to pick them up at least once when I hug them. It's only been a couple of months but I feel so aware of how big they're getting and how I don't know when they'll be too big for me to pick up. Not because they're growing up that fast but because I'm missing out on so much and I know I'll miss out on more before this is over and I have them back.
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atlafan · 4 years ago
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Burning Love - Part Three
a/n: the third and final part of this little series is here! I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are helpful! Support me here if you’re able! (not proofread)
Warnings: cocky!Harry flirting, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, and smut!
Words: 8K
Pairing: Harry x OC (kindergarten teacher Danielle Robinson)
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Having a firefighter as a boyfriend was anything but boring. Sometimes Harry was called away in the middle of the night for backup, sometimes he had to straight up sleep at the fire house if someone was on vacation, and sometimes he was cooking up a storm so the guys coming back from a fire had plenty to eat. Danielle would sometimes help cook as well. The guys really liked her turkey chili.
Danielle’s classroom knew who her boyfriend was too, and they loved it when Harry would come by for a visit. He’d bring them little coloring books, or sometimes he’d get Doodle to come for an even better surprise visit.
When they were together three months, Harry made sure no one was in the fire house so she could come to his office, and he gave her a little strip tease. She had practically been begging him to play the part of the sexy fire fighter and he was finally doing it for her. The only condition was that he got to bend her over his desk and fuck her. She even let him hit it raw, it was the greatest mutual gift in the world. Also hearing her moan out, “You’re hitting it so good, don’t stop, Harry!” over and over was pretty nice too.
Yup, things had been going pretty well for the new couple. Even though they were still in the puppy-love phase, it wasn’t all sex all the time. Harry would sometimes come over and help her late into the night as she was crafting activities for her class the next day, or he’d go to the art supply store with her because Danielle never made a list and she would often forget at least one thing she needed for class. Harry always remembered what she’d forget. Danielle was also a big help with the fire department’s fundraising efforts. She made the best hash browns anyone had ever had at the monthly pancake breakfasts. The deputy fire chief even got them a matching set of aprons. Things were going so well that she even started to let him call her Dani.
One Sunday afternoon they were walking through the grocery store together. Harry liked pushing the cart for Danielle as she mumbled to herself about what she needed for the week. She liked that he joined her because he could pick out the snacks he wanted to leave at her place, and vice versa. They were walking down the coffee aisle, Harry liked Hazelnut and Danielle liked French Vanilla.
“Dani?”
Danielle looks over in the direction of the deep voice that said her name. Her eyes widen when she realizes it’s her ex, Oliver.
“O-Oliver?”
“Oh my god, it’s so good to see you!” He exclaims, throwing his arms around her. She doesn’t reciprocate. “It’s been what, three years?”
“Something like that.” She swallows, and hooks her arm around Harry’s waist. “This is my boyfriend, Harry.”
“Hi.” Oliver shakes Harry’s hand. “You shop here a lot?”
“Yeah…this is the grocery store closest to my apartment, why?”
“This is my first time as this specific store. My fiancé lives in the area, and we’re choosing to buy a house here so her son won’t have to switch elementary schools.”
“Her…her son?” Danielle wanted to smack him.
“Yeah, guess he’s like my son now too.”
“Olly? Did you find the decaf tea?” A woman long blond hair, and a slightly swollen belly comes rolling her cart down the aisle with a little boy sitting in it. “Oh…Danielle…hi.”
“Hi, Rory.”
“Miss Robinson!” The boy exclaims.
“Hello, Joey.” She tries to say with a smile. Danielle wasn’t sure how she could have been so stupid. Joey took the bus to and from school, and she had only ever spoken with his father. She also didn’t make a second glance at his mother’s name on his contact list since it was under Lorelei.
“Joey raves about you all the time.” Rory says, trying to cut some of the tension.
“Mumma, it’s Chief Harry!”
“Aw, nice of you to remember me, buddy.” Harry says. “Um, we’ve got frozen stuff in the cart, so we should probably get going, right, darling?” He says, looking at Danielle, and she feels thankful for him finding a way out of all this.
“He’s right, we should really get going.”
“Guess we’ll be seeing more of each other, huh, Dani?” Oliver says with a soft smile.
“So it would seem.” She looks at Joey. “See you tomorrow morning in class, Joey.”
Harry pushes the cart as they walk away. She was beyond mortified. They get in line and pay for their things. She had driven there, but she has Harry drive back to her place. She was quiet until they got inside her apartment to put the food away.
“He, uh, seemed a little delusional there, no?” Harry says.
“He’s always lived with his head in the sand.” She scoffs. “Rose colored glasses, you know?”
“Did you not know that-“
“No, I didn’t realize that Rory, the person he cheated on me with, had a son. I knew that she was a married woman. They got divorced because of Oliver.” She shakes her head. “Joey’s father is such a sweet man, I can’t believe I never put the pieces together.”
“How exactly did they meet?”
“The first school I worked at was a K-5 a few towns over. Rory was the principal’s secretary, she still is, I think. I brought Oliver with me to a holiday party, and they got to talking. She’s a couple of years older than he and I are. I don’t exactly know how things progressed from there, but apparently she’s pregnant with his kid, they’re engaged, and they’ve bought a house! Isn’t that just kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic?”
“Remind me to never watch Friends reruns with you again.” He chuckles.  “I can’t believe he had the nerve to hug you like that?”
“He hugged me like that because he’s still in love with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Until I blocked him on literally every platform that I could, he would send me these messages about how he fucked up and that he’d do anything to win me back. He’s in a loveless relationship. He’s made his bed and now he has to lay in it.”
“Does Rory know it’s a loveless relationship?”
“I doubt it. If I had to guess they probably got engaged after they found out she was pregnant. It was probably her way of trapping him.” Danielle rolls her eyes. “You know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater.”
“Well,” he comes around her to hold her from behind, kissing her cheek, “you don’t have to worry about that or pay it any more thoughts, alright?”
“Yeah.” She smiles and turns to kiss him. “I just hope I don’t start running into them all the time now.”
“We could always go to the market near my place, or we could do the online order thing.” He shrugs. “Whatever you wanna do. I just don’t want that idiot making my baby upset.” He pouts at her and she pouts back.
“I love that I get to be your baby.” She sighs as she nuzzles into his chest.
“Me too…I…I love you, Dani.” He kisses her forehead before she looks up at him.
“You do?”
“Mhm.” He smiles. “Guess there’s no perfect time to really say it, but that’s how I feel.”
“Oh, Harry, I love you too.” She kisses him, and blinks some tears away. “Like, a lot.”
“Let’s get these groceries put away, hm? Then I’ll fuck you on the counter. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
“I would, very much so.” She chuckles.
//
It was the last day of school, so Danielle had both of her groups in the morning. There was a small ceremony for the kindergarteners to commemorate them being able to move on to the first grade. They each got a personalized certificate with some type of achievement they earned in Miss Robinson’s class. She spent two weeks working on them. Once it was over, Danielle had to clean up her classroom for the summer.
“Happy last day of school, babe.” Harry says as he walks in, holding a small bouquet of flowers.
“I think you should ask for a separate office here with how often you come to visit.” She jokes as she takes the flowers. “Not that I’m upset, but what are these for?” She smiles.
“You made it through another year with a group of five-year-olds, thought you should have something nice for it.”
“Well, that’s very thoughtful, thank you.” She kisses his cheek. “I’m just finishing up here and then we can grab lunch.”
Harry nods as he waits for her, helping her take a few boxes out to her car. He thought she looked gorgeous today in her light blue sundress. They enjoy their lunch together before Harry has to go back to work.
“Wanna come to my place tonight?” She asks before they part ways.
“Sure.” He pecks her lips. “Want me to bring dinner?”
“No, I can cook. I’ve got stuff to make a taco salad.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” They kiss again and off they go.
Things had gotten quite domestic with one another, and Harry was really starting to like it. He also really liked that she was about to be off for the entire summer. Sure, Harry had bonfires, lawn mowers, grills, and other things of that nature to worry about, but his group of volunteer fire fighters would be coming on once again, so it freed up a little more time for himself. He’d be able to take a vacation with Danielle if she wanted. Or he could just take a ton of long weekends so he could spend some time with her. He wasn’t exactly sure what she did over the summer, but he figures they’ll talk about it soon.
When Harry gets to her apartment later that night, he realizes soon means tonight. Danielle was running around her apartment in a tank top and shorts boxing things up and packing.
“Hey, uh, what are you doing?” He says, startling her.
“Oh! I didn’t even hear you come in!” She gasps and clutches at her chest. “Sorry, I’m just trying to get my shit together. I always save this stuff for the last minute.”
“Are you moving?” He asks, almost frantic.
“What? No.” She chuckles. “But I do need a lot of my things with me for when I go up to Seabrook.”
“Seabrook?”
“To my parents’ summer house. I told you they had one, they’re snowbirds, remember?”
“Yeah, you mentioned that…” He swallows. “Are you going for a long weekend?”
“No, I’m going for the majority of the summer. I was actually sort of hoping you’d be able to water some of my plants, but if you can’t I can ask the neighbor again.” She goes over to him and gives him a kiss. “Come on, I set dinner up in the kitchen for us.”
They both go into the kitchen and sit down with their taco salads.
“You’re sort of blindsiding me a bit, babe. I mean, you’ve known you were going to New Hampshire all this time and didn’t think to tell me?”
“I figured I’d come back on weekends.” She shrugs. “You’re going to be working all day, so I figured you wouldn’t really mind if I wasn’t around as much.” She takes a bite of her food. “I also thought maybe you could come up and visit…you know, meet my family.”
“It’s gonna be torturing not being able to come over and see you after work.” He pouts. “But of course I’d love to meet your family.”
“I know…that’s sort of why I was keeping it to myself. I’ll miss you just the same, I hope you know that. This is just really precious family time that I wait all year for.”
“I get it.” He sighs. “What weekend would you want me to come meet them?”
“I’ll have to ask my parents what weekend would work best for them. The first couple of weeks are spent catching up with their friends, and whatnot. The house is in a fifty-five and over community.”
“And you won’t mind driving back on weekends?”
“Not at all.” She shakes her head. “All of the traffic will be going the other way, and the beaches are always so crowded on the weekends. It’ll be perfect.” She smiles at him and leans in a bit. “Plus, I’ll be coming back to you with sun kissed skin. I’ll have lots of tan lines to show you.” She winks and it makes him chuckle.
“Alright, alright. I get to use more time off in the summer, so I’ll be able to take lots of long weekends. We have more of a crew because a lot of our volunteers are teachers, so they have more time to help out.”
“That’s good! I’m so happy the school year is over with. Did you see I put the flowers you got me in a vase?” She points over to the vase in her kitchen window.
“I did.” He nods, a smile growing on his lips. “M’glad you liked them.”
“I loved them.” She kisses his cheek. “You’re so sweet to me, Harry.”
“You’ve turned me into a total mush ball.” He sighs. “But I suppose that’s not a bad thing.”
“You were a mush ball the second you walked into my classroom for the first time.” She smirks.
“And you were a flustered little thing.” He smirks as her face falls. “Ah, she can dish it out, but she can’t take it.” He kisses her temple and takes their now empty plates to the sink. “When are you heading up?”
“A couple of days.” She sighs. “I hate packing so much, it’s the worst.” She groans. “I just keep telling myself I’ll be relaxing on a screened in porch soaking in the ocean breeze with a book in my hand before I know it.” She flops down onto her sofa and Harry sits next to her, rubbing her back. “At least I’ll see my niece and nephew soon too. I love getting to spend so much time with them.”
“Tell me about them, I wanna know as much about your family as I can before I meet them.”
“Really?” She sits up to look at them.
“Mhm.” He puts a pillow on his lap. “Come lay one me. I’ll play with your hair while you talk.”
“If I didn’t love you before.” She giggles, and rests her head in his lap. He starts scratching at her scalp and she sighs. “Okay, so, my dad…”
They both fell asleep on the couch that night talking. Harry told Danielle a lot about his family as well. In the wee hours of the morning, Harry carried her to the bed, and they both snuggled up while they got a few more hours of sleep.
//
“Danielle, it’s the middle of the night! Where are you going?!” Her brother Clark asks her in a panic. “Shit, are you crying?”
“I…I just got a call.” She sniffles as she throws her hoody on. “I have to get home.”
“Why, what’s happening.”
“H-Harry’s deputy chief called me…there was a really big fire a few hours ago, and a wall collapsed on him, and now he’s in the hospital.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks. “I have to get home to him, Clark, I need to be there when he wakes up.”
“You’re in no condition to drive, especially not for two hours. I’ll go with you. Let me just go to Isabelle.”
“You don’t have to do that, I’m fine.” She wipes her eyes. “I’ll let you know when I get there. I’ll be back in a few days, I’m sure of it.”
She rushes out of the house and gets into the car. She had the radio practically silent, and she was sucking down an iced coffee. Caffeine put her anxiety into hyper drive, but she needed to stay awake somehow. Harry wasn’t even supposed to be at that fire. He got called in as backup, but he wasn’t supposed to go inside. He went in looking for the family’s new puppy.
Once she gets to the hospital, probably looking like a mad woman in her pajama pants and oversized hoody, she checks in and asks where Harry’s being kept.
“Please, I’m his girlfriend, I need to-“
“Dani!” The deputy chief, Ralph, comes rushing towards her. “He just woke up, come with me.” He yanks her by the wrist before the nurse at the desk can say anything.
“Is he okay?”
“He will be.” Ralph nods. “Here we are, go ahead in. Take your time with him.” Ralph smiles, and Danielle returns it.
“Harry?” She says just above a whisper.
“Hey, baby.” He gives her a soft smile. “What are you doing here?”
“I hopped in my car a second after Ralph called me. I was so worried.” She sits on the edge of his hospital bed.
“I’m okay, sweetheart, just a few scrapes and bruises.”
“Harry…your arm’s in a sling.”
“Just a sprained wrist, it’ll heal up real soon.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” She asks as she curls up next to him. He throws his arm around her and sighs.
“Because if I let every little accident scare me, I wouldn’t be able to do my job properly. This is what I signed up for, babe.”
“Did you at least find the puppy?”
“I did, shielded the poor thing from the wall that collapsed on me. M’gonna have to go on light duty for a while.”
“Which means what exactly?”
“Lots of administrative work…that I can do remotely. So, I was thinking…maybe I could come up to Seabrook with you for a little longer than a weekend.”
“I’d love that! We can drive back up together. Everyone’s excited to meet you.”
“I’m excited to meet them too.”
//
After Harry rested up for a few days at home, with Danielle doting on him even though he told her she didn’t need to, the two drive up north together.
“Auntie Dani’s back!” Sarah exclaims as she bursts out of the porch.
“Sarah!” Isabelle yells after her. “We don’t run out of the house, no matter how excited we are to see Auntie.” She picks her daughter up. “Sorry, Dani.” Isabelle chuckles.
“No worries.” Danielle laughs. “This is my boyfriend, Harry. Harry, this is my sister-in-law Isabelle.”
“Hi.” Harry says, and Isabelle gasps when she sees his arm in a sling. “Just a sprained wrist, m’fine.” “It’s nice to meet you. This must be Sarah, yeah?”
“Hello.” The little girl smiles.
“Come on, everyone’s inside getting ready to head down to the beach.” Isabelle says.
Harry and Danielle follow inside. She takes him into the kitchen where her parents, Robert and Donna were finishing up their coffee.
“Dani!” Donna smiles. “How was the ride back up?”
“Fine, not a lot of traffic once we were out of the city.” She smiles. “This is Harry.”
“The hero that saved the puppy!” Robert says.
“I’m no hero, just did my job. It’s nice to meet you both. Thank you for inviting me to your home.” He shakes both of their hands.
“Are you kidding? We were over the moon when Dani said she’d be bringing a boyfriend with her.” Donna says. “Honey, why don’t you help Harry get settled and then meet us down at the beach?”
“Okay.” Danielle nods.
The two bring their things inside while everyone else makes their way to the beach. Danielle helps Harry put his clothes away in the dresser.
“So…are we alone right now?” Harry asks casually after putting his things away in the bathroom.
“Um, yeah. Everyone went down to set up at the beach, why?”
“Well…” He sits down on the bed and tugs her to sit on his lap, straddling her. “I haven’t been able to do much the last few days, and I’d like to make up for it.”
“Harry.” Her face flushes. “I can’t just fuck you here.”
“In the privacy of a bedroom? Here I was thinking this would be the perfect place.” He rolls his eyes.
“I just…” She bites her bottom lip. Before she can say anything when she opens her mouth again, he’s kissing her. “Fuck, okay, but we have to be quick. And no leaving marks, I don’t need to feel like a teenager at the age of twenty-seven.”
“How about no marks in any visible places?”
“Harry, I’m gonna be wearing a two piece, a lot is going to be visible.”
“Your ass?”
She whimpers softly and kisses him again. They both fall back on the bed, careful not to hurt his wrist. Danielle ended up riding his dick since he couldn’t really prop himself up with hands at the moment, but neither of them minded. It was a much-needed release for the both of them. Once they’re both cleaned up, they change into their bathing suits and go down to the beach to join her family.
“Auntie Dani, do you wanna dig a moat with me?” Ryan asks her the second she sets her things down.
“Sure! Just let me get some sunscreen on, okay?”
“You’re already looking a little red.” Clark remarks, and she glares at him. “Nice to meet you, Harry.”
“Same to you.” Harry says as he sits down in his beach chair.
Danielle peels her coverup off, and lathers up in sunscreen before grabbing a sand toy to help Ryan dig a moat. Isabelle was down by the water with Sarah.
“Harry, do you like seafood?” Donna asks him.
“I do.” He nods.
“Wonderful, I thought it would be nice to go out to eat since you’re here with us now. Celebrate having a full house and whatnot.”
“Oh, well…that sounds nice, thanks.” Harry smiles at her.
“I hope you won’t be too miserable working from inside the house…there’s no central air or anything.” Robert says.
“Oh, it’s not a problem. Heat doesn’t exactly bother me.” He smirks, and Danielle flicks some sand at him. “Oi, what was that for?!”
“No fire fighter jokes or puns.” She points a finger at him warningly. “We’re on vacation.���
“Come on, that was a good one, admit it.”
“I will do no such thing.” She looks at her parents who were chuckling at the exchange. “Don’t encourage him, it’ll only make it worse.”
“Anyways,” he side eyes her and then looks back at her parents, “I’ll probably just set up on the porch when I need to hop onto email. My deputy chief is taking on a bit more for me for the next couple of weeks.”
Harry never really saw himself being a dad someday, but as the day went on, and he watched Danielle interact with Sarah and Ryan, he suddenly understood why women would get baby fever seeing a man hold a baby. He may have only been with Danielle for five months, but fuck…he wanted to be the father of her kids. Yes, he got to spend an entire week with her and her classroom, but it’s not like he got to witness her loving on any of the kids. The way she cradled four-year-old Sarah to her chest as she napped, or splashed around in the water with Ryan, well, if he had ovaries they’d be bursting.
Seeing her help them at dinner was just as cute too. Sarah insisted that her booster chair be places next to Danielle, and Danielle ended up helping cut up Sarah’s chicken fingers. Then Harry got to witness Danielle tucking Sarah and Ryan in for the night to give Clark and Isabelle a break.
The two decide to turn in a bit early since it had been a long day. Danielle was sitting up in bed reading her romance novel. Harry was reading the same one. They had formed a little book club with another once they found out they liked the same genre of fiction.
“Dani?” He says to her.
“Hm?” She says without looking at him.
“Do you think you wanna have kids of your own one day? Or are your kindergartners enough kids for you?”
She immediately closes her book and looks at him. She was a little shocked.
“I…I always thought if I met the right person then I’d want to have kids. Like, turning that love into something physical, you know? What’s got you asking me about kids all of a sudden?”
“In all honesty…watching you with Ryan and Sarah today sort of sparked my interest. You’re so good with them in so many different ways. I…I mean I never really thought twice about having kids, but if you and I decide this is a long term thing…I’d love to be the person you have kids with.”
“Thought you didn’t like playing the what if game.” She leans in and pecks his lips.
“I don’t.”
“Okay, so, it’s not an if with us, Harry, it’s a when.”
He smiles and kisses her tenderly.
“You’re the love of my life, you know that?” He says against her lips before kissing her again.
//
The school year was just about to start again. Classes would begin just after Labor Day. How were Harry and Danielle spending their long weekend? Well, she was currently bouncing up and down on his dick reverse-cowgirl on her couch while he sucked a nasty bruise into her neck, rubbing her clit with one hand, and kneading one of her breasts with the other. She felt like she was drooling from how good everything felt. The two of them had both tanned nicely over the summer, and now they Danielle was fully back in her apartment, Harry was taking full advantage.
“Fuck, fuck!” She pants. Harry was thrusting up into her, pounding against her g-spot.
It was how she liked it, she didn’t care if she was sore later, and he was happy to give it to her like this. She turns her head slightly and she licks into his mouth to suck on his tongue. He replaces his tongue in her mouth with two of his fingers, which she was happy to suck on while his fingers continued to work her clit. They had been together for a while now, and sometimes when you were a little older, time didn’t make much of a difference when you were trying to check off certain boxes with the person you loved most. So, Harry just blurts out what he’s thinking.
“I think we should move in together.” He grunts, and she gasps around his fingers.
“Wh-what?” She says, whining because she’s so very close. This wasn’t the type of talk she enjoyed during sex. “Harry, please, I’m almost there, can we talk about this after?” She tugs at his hair, making him groan.
He grips her hips, helping her rock faster on him, and she goes to rub her own clit. He was fucking so hard and deep that she thought her spine was going to crack in half, but she didn’t fucking care. She wanted it. He hits it just right again, and her eyes roll into the back of her head as her back arches, her body molding into his as she rides it out. His come shoots up inside her a moment after, and he presses his lips to her temple. She tries to move off him, but he wraps his arms around her tummy to keep here there.
“Can we talk now?” He breathes, his breath hot on the shell of her ear and she whimpers. “I really think we should live together.”
“And whose place do you want to live at, hm? We’re both pack rats, Har. We both need home offices, we both-“
“Just answer the question: do you want to live together?”
“Yes.” She looks over her shoulder at him. “I do.”
“Okay, then.” He smiles and gently lifts her off of him. “Right when we started dating, I got pre-approved for a home loan.” He wraps her up in the blanket she has on the couch and carries her into the bedroom so they can both lay down before cleaning themselves up. “I put the house hunting on hold, obviously…I’d need to get pre-approved again since the three-month window they gave me lapsed, but…I can afford a pretty decent house.” He smiles fondly at Danielle. She had that after sex glow to her, and it always made him melt.
“You…you can afford a house?”
“I can.” He nods. “Been saving up for a while. I was sort of hoping…well…we could look at houses together. I could buy it, and then we could split the mortgage payments, or I could just pay the mortgage and you could take care of the utilities and other bills. Whatever makes more sense.” He shrugs. She blinks a few times and then licks her lips.
“I just…wow, I can’t believe you wanna do something so huge with me. Buying a house with someone is a pretty big deal.”
“I feel like it makes more sense to buy the house first, and then save back up for a wedding later, but that’s just me.” He gives her a smug look and her eyes widen. “I think that’s why the divorce rate is too high, not enough people live together before they get married.” A grin starts to form on her lips. “Don’t look at me like that, we’ve talked about long-term stuff before.”
“We’ve talked about hypothetical babies, not buying a house. Do you already have a realtor?”
“No, and we don’t really need one. We can just look up the houses we wanna see and contact the realtor that’s selling the home. A friend of mine did that and they said it was a way better experience.”
“I can’t believe this.” She shakes her and then giggles, throwing her arms around his neck. “You wanna be us a house! I wish I could help with the down payment, but my student loans have prevented me from putting a lot into my savings…”
“It’s no problem. You’re able to afford this place on your own, so I figured you’d be able to help with bills and stuff.”
“I definitely will be able to.” She kisses his cheek. “Let’s go take a shower and then we can start looking on realtor.”
“Eager.” He smirks as she tugs him up from the bed.
“Now’s the time to buy! All of the snowbirds who are looking to make the big plunge to warm weather full time will be looking to get rid of their houses, and with the school year starting we don’t really have to worry about competing with families. It’s perfect, Harry!”
It was, it really was.
//
By the beginning of October, the two were moved into a stunning home with four bedrooms, and four baths. They got just about everything on their wish list, and anything they didn’t, Harry said he could make happen. Danielle was able to pass out candy for Halloween to the kids in the neighborhood, which delighted her to no end because a few of her new and previous students stopped by. And when it came time for Thanksgiving, even though they weren’t full unpacked, Danielle was able to host a fabulous dinner for her family.
It wasn’t always perfect, they disagreed on paint colors, furniture, curtains, and rugs. They usually found some way to compromise, though. Sometimes Danielle had trouble checking her attitude at the door. There was one evening she got home a little later than usual, so Harry got dinner started. A nice gesture on his part, which she thanked him for. However, when it came time to clean up, she wouldn’t stop huffing while she loaded the dishwasher.
“Alright, what’s wrong?” He finally asks. “Why are you reorganizing everything?”
“Because you never put anything in here right.” She snaps. “Bowls and cups go on the top rack. Look at this! You put one of the little plates up here, how the fuck is that supposed to get cleaned properly?” She says as she moves the small plate to the bottom rack. “You also don’t load the silverware correctly. Did you want me to stab myself?! I’m usually the one that has to unload it.” She huffs again after throwing a pod in and turning the dishwasher on. She crosses her arms and looks at him. “I’m your girlfriend, not your mother.”
“I never said you were.” He crosses his arms as well, astonished at her tone.
“Yeah? So, did you think that your dirty socks and underwear just magically picked themselves up and put themselves into your hamper? Did you think that the bed magically gets made? Did you think that the broom and dustpan do a little fucking dance and that’s how the shmutz on the floor gets cleaned up?!”
“You’re making it seem like I don’t do anything to help out around here. I’m the one that rakes the leaves and mows the lawn, I’m the one that has to stop what I’m doing to come kill a bug every time you yelp, I’m the one that takes care of all the trash in the house-“
“Only when I say something about it overflowing. I have to tell you to do everything!”
“Look, I’m sorry I don’t load the dishwasher in the way that you’d prefer, but the dishes get clean, so-“
“No, they don’t. I either have to run it again, or I wash the stuff by hand. We’re gonna have kids someday, Harry, I don’t want them picking up on your bad habits.”
“My bad habits?!” Okay, now he was getting angry. “I have to ask you to clean your hair out of the shower drain. In fact, your hair is fucking everywhere! You never wipe off the mirror after you pop a pimple, which you know you shouldn’t be doing anyway.” He rolls his eyes. Her face falls into a deep frown. “Not so much fun when someone’s pointing out your flaws, is it?”
“Fuck off.” She turns on her heel and makes her way out of the kitchen.
“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be. You’re going to start an argument with me, but you’re not going to finish it?” He says as he follows her out to the staircase.
“You asked me what was wrong, and I told you.” She states.
“Yeah, but you didn’t have to be such a bitch about it.” Her eyes widen with anger at that, and her nails press into her palms. She starts stomping her way upstairs. “Dani.” He sighs. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.” He follows her up the stairs.
“But you did.” She goes into the bedroom and almost shuts the door in his face, but he catches it, making his way in. “You men are all the same, you know that? Any time a woman calls you out on some crap, she’s a bitch.”
“You got upset over something as insignificant as loading a dishwasher. You know we’re lucky to even have one? There are people who don’t have the luxury.”
“Yeah, I know! And I’d probably be the one to always be washing the dishes.”
“If it bothered you that much, then why didn’t you say something to me before?”
“Because I didn’t want to come off as naggy! I don’t want to be one of those women that’s always telling their partner what to do and how to do it, but holy fuck, who actually raised you?! I mean, some of the things you do, I just don’t understand.” She shakes her head.
“We were obviously raised differently.” He sighs. “You know if you just told me-“
“But I don’t want to have to tell you! I don’t want to have to ask because I shouldn’t have to.”
“I’m not a mind reader, Dani!”
“I’m not asking you to be! But when the sink is full of dishes, do you think you could take care of it without me having to mention it? Do you think that when the trash is full you could just bag it up and take it and put a new bag in? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve accidentally thrown something out without a bag being in the barrel. It drives me bananas!”
“Okay, I’ll…I’ll try to be better about those things. I don’t want you to feel like you’re having to pick up after me.” He runs a hand through his hair.
“And…I’ll try to not just explode on you when something’s been bothering me.” She sits on the bed and lays back. “Ugh, I just had a long day. Kids are starting to get colds, and the meeting I had after school just wouldn’t end, I’m supposed to get my period in a couple of days so I feel bloated and gross.” Harry sits down next to her and rubs her thigh. He looks down at her with a soft smile. “Listen to me.” She sighs. “Here I am complaining about stupid things when you literally put your life at risk every time you go to work.”
“Don’t compare us, babe. You’re allowed to feel annoyed and stressed.”
“How do you always stay so calm?” She tugs him down to lay with her.
“I don’t know. It’s hard to stay upset when I have such a cute girlfriend.” He kisses her cheek and she giggles.
“I’m sorry I got so mad.”
“It’s okay, baby.” He kisses her cheek again. “We’re bound to have an argument once in a while. The most important thing is that we always make up afterwards.”  He starts kissing on her neck and she bites her bottom lip.
“Harry, I just told you that I feel bloated and gross, and-“
“So, let me make you feel not gross.” He says as he moves on top of her. “Let me love on you, darling, it’ll help you destress.” He moves her up the bed until he’s situated between her legs. He undoes her pants and drags them down her legs. “Are you wearing boxer-briefs?” He questions.
“Y-yeah? I started buying them a little while ago. They’re more comfortable, and they breathe better. Plus, no panty lines.”
“How did I not notice this?” He blinks.
“Because I usually change when I get home into something a little sexier.” She chuckles.
“Actually…” He tugs on the band and lets it snap back against her skin. “You look pretty sexy in these.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He tugs them off of her and kisses on her tummy. He parts he legs and licks around her folds. She sighs and lets her body rest into the mattress.
“I really feel like I don’t deserve this since I was so nasty to you.” She says as she cards her finger through his hair.
“You can make it up to me by letting me fuck your mouth afterwards. Seems like you could use a break from running it, hm?” He sucks on her clit, making her groan, and she nods.
“Yeah, seems fair to me.” She gasps as he licks into her warm center, and uses his thumb on her clit. “Would you make me come a few times, though, at least?”
Her gives her a devilish smirk, which she takes as a yes while he continues to work his tongue in and out of her. He gave her four orgasms before crawling up her body and stuffing his throbbing down her throat. Feeling her nails dig into his hips as he thrusted in and out of her was everything he needed. They didn’t do stuff like this often. He didn’t want to be one of those couples where certain types of sex or positions were used as punishments. But he knew Danielle genuinely enjoyed feeling a little bit of pain, not that they’d ever talked about it. He didn’t want to embarrass her by bringing up one of her very obvious kinks. Whenever he did fuck her throat, though, she always moaned around him, and she’d end up drenched between her legs all over again, so he knew she enjoyed it. He also made sure to love on her right afterwards, praising her, telling her how good she did for him, and he’d get a glass of water for her to sip on while he cleaned her up. They had good, healthy relationship in many aspects. He loved her, he really fucking loved her, and he never wanted to be without her.
“Dani, fuck, I love you, I love you so much, shit!” He cries out as he comes down her throat. He pulls away from her carefully and she smiles up at him after swallowing. He wipes a few stray tears away from her cheek.
“I love you too.” She says, voice hoarse, but still there.
“Do you feel like taking a bath tonight? I could rub your shoulders for you.”
“I’d like that, yeah, thanks.”
//
A couple of months later, and it was fire safety week once again. They made it through their first holiday season together, and his thirty-third birthday. Now they had been together an entire year, owned a home together, and were looking into potentially getting a dog. Harry had told her all about the senior dogs at the shelter, and Danielle sort of liked the idea of not having to train a puppy, even if they were undeniably cute.
All of the kids in both of Danielle’s groups knew that Chief Styles was Miss Robinson’s very special friend because she had a picture of the two of them on her desk, and one of him as her desktop wallpaper. It was no surprise that some of the kids teased them a bit, and asked some personal questions, but other than that the week was going well as it usually did. When Friday rolled around, it was time for the kids to put on their performance for the fire department. It was an assembly all of the grades came to, along with the other teachers. Once the four songs, and a skit, are over, Harry goes up to give his thanks just as he did last year.
“Thank you all so much for another fantastic week. Fire safety is extremely important to learn at a young age. I know we had a lot of fun together, but remember, when you’re missing Chief Styles, don’t call 911 to talk to him. Have your parent or guardian come down to the fire house, and we can say hello there, alright?” That was usually where the assembly would end, but today things were going to go a little differently. “If I could have all of the kids back up on stage for a moment? Parents, I promise this won’t take more than a couple of minutes.”
Danielle was visibly confused because she hadn’t planned anything else with the students, and Harry hadn’t mentioned adding anything special today. So, she sat in her seat in the front row and watched. She leaned over next to one of her colleagues.
“Do you know what’s going on?” She asks.
“Just watch, Dani.” Her colleague says, and Danielle sits up straight in her seat again.
All of the kids were holding a piece of paper in their hands. It was facing blank towards the audience. Some of them were giggling as Harry and the other fire fighters placed them in certain spots. Ralph gives Harry a thumbs up, and he starts speaking into the microphone again.
“Not a lot of people know this, or maybe they do, I don’t really know, but last year was my first year getting to host fire safety week with the lovely Miss Robinson, and over this last year she’s managed to steal my heart, giving me the great privilege of calling her my girlfriend.” The kids behind him snicker and giggle. “You said you’d all be cool, come on.” He looks over at Danielle, who still really had no idea what the fuck was going on. “Miss Robinson, could you come here for a moment?”
She nods, and gets up slowly, walking over to him. He takes one of his hands in hers.
“What are you doing?” She whispers.
“You’ll see.” He winks. “Miss Robinson has taught her kids how to spell lots of interesting words already this year. She teaches them how to sound things out, and all that good stuff. I had a chance to teach them something this week and they’ve been dying to show you.” He tugs her to the side so the whole audience will be able to see. “Alright, kids, flip your papers over to show Miss Robinson.”
She gasps when she sees it, cupping a hand over her mouth as her eyes start to well up. All of the papers spelled out: M I S S – R O B I N S O N – W I L L – Y O U – M A R R Y – M E ? She looks at Harry, who was now down on one knee, holding up a gorgeous ring in a little black, velvet box.
“It says, Miss Robinson, will you marry me?” He says to her with a beaming smile.
“I can see that.” She says, wiping some tears from her cheeks.
“Will you?”
“Yes! Oh my god, yes.” Everyone in the room cheers as Harry slips the ring on her finger. He stands up, and kisses her, not to vulgarly because there were kids around, but enough to show how happy he was that she said yes. “When did you have the time to plan all of this with them?”
“Got their parents’ emails from one of the other teachers.” He smirks. “Are you surprised?”
“I’m shocked!” She turns to her students. “You all kept such a big secret from me!” They crowd around her to hug her as she opens her arms for them.
A ton of the teachers, parents, and fire fighters all come up to the congratulate the pair. Once all of the fuss is over, and the cafeteria is cleared, Harry and Danielle go back to her classroom so she can pack up her things for the day.
“Do you like the ring?” He asks nervously.
“Are you kidding, I love it! It’s so beautiful, baby.” She pecks his lips. “I can’t wait to call my parents, I’m buzzing! Think of how cute Sarah’s going to be as a flower girl. Oh, and they’ll start calling you Uncle Harry, how sweet!”
“Gonna have to let Ryan be a groomsman, or I think he’ll try to kill me.” Harry chuckles. “He’s quite protective over his Auntie Dani.”
“And don’t you forget it.” She presses her finger to his chest. He leans in and kisses her tenderly. Normally, Danielle didn’t like getting so lovey dovey in her classroom, but she figured she had a good excuse in case anyone walked in. “I still can’t believe you planned all of that and pulled it off. Those kids usually can’t keep a secret.”
“I promised them all a ride in one of the fire trucks if they kept their mouths shut.”
“Damn, that was really smart.” She chuckles.
“I’d say so.” He smirks. “Do you feel like going out to eat tonight to celebrate? Ralph and his husband were hoping to treat us.”
“Sure.” She nods. “I’ll just need to cancel my yoga classes really quick.”
“You can still teach your classes if you want. I can just tell him we won’t be ready until later.”
“No, see, I wanna go home, and stay there for a bit.” She tugs on the suspenders that were keeping his fire pants up. “I’d like to celebrate with you privately first, Chief Styles.” She takes his hat off and puts it on her own head before catching his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on it. He groans into the kiss, and she lets his lip snap back. He had inadvertently put her into one of her ‘Chief Styles/Miss Robinson’ moods, which he wasn’t upset about in the least. “How’s that sound?”
“Well, Miss Robinson, I’d say it sounds like you’re trying to seduce me.” He smirks, and she rolls her eyes. It was her least favorite joke.
“I can’t wait to be Danielle Robinson Styles so that you can’t make that stupid fucking joke anymore. I’m not a forty-year-old woman seducing a recent college grad!” His face softens immensely. “What?”
“Nothing.” He puts his hands on her hips and gives her a squeeze. “I just…I didn’t think you’d want to change your name, is all.”
“Harry, I’d be proud to be called Mrs. Styles. Think of how cute it’ll be after we get married and I have a new class, and then when you come in for fire safety week, I’ll be able to say my husband, Chief Styles.” She pouts at him.
“Alright, it’s time we get you home before my stiffy pops through my pants.”
She giggles as she grabs her bag, and they both rush out of her classroom, and out to the car. They held hands the while way home, not wanting to be apart from one another’s touch for even a second.
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stagkingswife · 3 years ago
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Do you have any advice on how to work with child-like spirits? I've recently become aware of one, and without going into all the specifics (there were paragraphs, it got out of hand XD) it's like an adult that has been trapped in a child form. Like perhaps they regressed? It's hard to tell, I'm still trying to work it out, but they speak like an adult but indicate in many ways that they are very young, or child-like.
And sadly it seems capable of being childish.
Everything was fine until I was paying attention to another entity when they wanted my attention - and like a child they got stroppy and the connection I have with them became physically painful, like they were digging their thumb into my back. I told them that they can't do that, that it's not nice and they need to stop, but that I will forgive them because maybe they didn't know it was rude to act that way. They seemed ashamed of what they'd done and have been quiet since.
I'm the first to admit I'm awful with kids, so now I'm a little anxious. I don't want to hurt them through my incapabilities with children, but obviously something like last night can't happen again.
Sorry if this is a weird one and thank you for reading 😅
I'm sure people are going to eventually get tired of me saying this, but the core of my spirit work practice is: Spirits are just folks, not humans, but still folks. Child, or childlike, entities are included in that. If the entity acts like, speaks like, or presents themselves as a child I treat them like a child. . . Not in the condescending way that that phrase is usually used. My god Wren is a childlike entity. They are hyper, chatty, distractable, and a little silly. They use adult vocabulary but they still think like a child. There are human kids who sound like adults when the talk, but they're still kids - I was one of these kids. Let me tell you, people used to act like I was a tiny adult when I just wanted them to act like I was a kid. This is what I extend to childlike entities, permission to be a kid. I give them offerings similar to what I would give to to a kid on their birthday.
Here's the thing about kids, Magpie, I'm also not a big fan of them. I do not like them. But, both my mother and my mother-in-law are kindergarten teachers, and if there is anything I've learned from them is that kids are just shorter adults with less responsibilities and no back pain. So if your situation happened with human kids - say an older sibling throwing a tantrum because their parents are paying attention to the new baby - the advice would be the same. Talk to the entity, gently but firmly. Ask them why they acted the way they did, then explain to them why what they did was wrong or hurtful, let them have their feeling, but help them to channel them constructively. It's okay to want attention, but they can't lash out like that when they don't get it. Also explain that just because you give other entities attention doesn't mean to care for them any less, it doesn't change your relationship, but they do have to share you. Like with human children you might suggest something special that you do together, just for the two of you. When you do that specific thing together they have your undivided attention, but when it isn't that designated time or your not doing your dedicated activity they have to share you, and not get mad if you pay attention to someone else. I know there are many ways to interact with incorporeal entities, but this method, treating them as "just folks" has always worked for me.
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robinrunsfiction · 3 years ago
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It’s A Love Story - Part 1
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(YN) was sitting at the kitchen table working on her algebra homework when the music that had been coming from the garage for hours finally stopped. A few minutes later five sweaty teenage boys burst through the door.
"You guys are finally starting to sound good," she complimented, albeit slightly sarcastically.
"Thanks kid," Gerard said, ruffling her hair with his sweaty hand.
"Ew get off me," she whined, swatting at him. "And don't call me that."
"Gerard, don't pick on your sister," their mom said, walking into the kitchen. “Ray, Frankie, Bob, would you boys like to stay for dinner?”
“I told my mom I’d be home for dinner tonight, thanks anyway. I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow,” Ray answered with a wave before heading for the door.
"He's my ride," Bob mumbled, following him out.
“Frankie?”
“I’d love to, Mrs. Way,” Frank replied overly sweetly. Gerard and Mikey rolled their eyes as (YN) tried to stifle a giggle.
Frank had been in the same kindergarten class as (YN) and Mikey, and they quickly became friends. They all grew up together, playing in imaginary worlds with Mikey and (YN)'s older brother Gerard and his friend Ray. Even though she was the only girl in their group, (YN) was never made to feel like the odd one out or forced to play the damsel in distress.
Eventually playing make believe gave way to only slightly more realistic pursuits when the boys started their band. Having absolutely no desire to be on stage, (YN) turned her attention toward her interest in fashion and design. She spent hours sketching haute couture gowns and jewelry she could only dream of one day making and wearing.
"Hey Frank, did you start the algebra homework yet?" (YN) asked as the family, plus Frank, sat down at the dinner table.
"Yea I got it done in study hall, do you need help?"
"Yea, I'm stuck on a few on problems."
"It's only the second week of school, you're not falling behind already are you?" Her mom asked.
"No," (YN) mumbled, turning her attention toward her plate, pushing the food around with her fork.
"Are things alright? You've seemed out of sorts when you got home the last few days.”
(YN) looked toward her brothers, who tried to avoid her eye. "It's nothing," she mumbled.
Luckily the boys started talking about the band, and (YN) was relieved to have the attention pulled off of her. Ironically, that seemed to be the theme of her sophomore year.
~
The trouble began the week before the new school year began. Her friend Christine lived in a massive house with a beautiful pool and backyard, so she had invited a ton of kids from school over for an end of the summer pool party. The event was such a big deal, there were even upperclassmen besides her older brother attending.
(YN) found a lounge chair to relax in while she waited for more of her friends to arrive. She pulled off her t-shirt and draped it neatly over the back of the chair and when she turned back around she noticed a few guys looking her way, but she didn't pay them much mind. She had just settled in, eyes closed, when a shadow blocked out the sun
"Hey (YN)," she heard someone say.
"Oh, hey Adam, what's up?" She said when she opened her eyes. Adam was in Gerard's grade, and he hadn't really talked to her much before, especially if it meant having to go out of his way to do so.
"Nothin much. You're gonna be a sophomore next year right?"
"Umm, yea."
"That's cool,” he nodded. “Getting your driver's license soon?"
"Yea, me and Mikey both got our tests scheduled on September 12th, right after our birthday," she grinned.
"Nice, so you're gonna be running wild all over town?"
(YN) burst out laughing at the absurdity of the question. "I doubt it, I'm not the wild type."
"Aw, come on, I bet you could be if you tried," he laughed, leaning down so he was looking in her eyes. "I was wondering, have you ever-"
"Lazzara!" Gerard shouted, cutting him off. Both (YN) and Adam looked over at Gerard who had a strange expression on his face. She wasn’t sure what the look was exactly, but (YN) was certain she’d never seen him like that before and it was a little scary 
"I'll be right back," Adam said with a sly smile and a wink before walking off. 
It took a while, but eventually (YN) was certain that Adam was not coming back. In fact she didn't see him at the party at all after that. However she really didn't mind, because shortly after Adam disappeared Frank arrived and sat down on the lounge chair next to her.
"Sup? Soda?" He said, offering her a can.
"Ooh, yes please," she nodded, taking the beverage from him.
"Hey (YN), did you bring sunscreen?" Mikey asked, seeming to appear out of thin air behind them.
"No, and that reminds me I forgot to put any on too. I hope I don't burn," she grimaced, exchanging looks with Frank and her brother.
"You should cover up then," Mikey said, holding out her shirt that she had left on the back of the chair.
"Oh right," she agreed, a little confused at the level of concern Mikey was taking regarding her skin health as she pulled the shirt over her bikini top. "I bet if you ask Christine, she probably has some sunscreen we could use."
"Yea maybe," Mikey said, draping a towel over her bare legs.
"Stop it," she said, kicking the towel off. "Why are you being so weird?"
"I'm helping," Mikey replied.
"Go away," she snapped, throwing the towel at him. Mikey retaliated by draping the towel over her head and when she pulled it off, he was gone.
"So annoying," she grumbled.
"If we find some sunscreen, I could help you put it on, if you want," Frank offered. "You wouldn't wanna burn."
She couldn't help but blush at the idea of Frank putting his hands all over her back and arms and... "Thanks, umm, maybe," she laughed nervously before quickly changing the subject.
(YN) spent the rest of the afternoon talking to Frank, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched. Whether it was one of her brothers hovering obnoxiously close, or other guys at the party staring at her unabashedly, she had to wonder what the hell was going on.
~
The school year started as usual, but the same feeling of being watched overwhelmed (YN) as she walked down the halls of Our Lady of Sorrows Academy. At first it felt like she was being sized up like a piece of meat and the guys who were looking her up and down were hungry dogs. But as the week progressed, it was as if they couldn't avert their eyes away from her fast enough. When she tried to strike up a conversation with any guy other than her brothers, Frank, or Ray, they were abrupt and cold toward her.
"Can I tell you guys something that’s probably gonna sound crazy?” (YN) asked as she sat down in study hall with her friends Christine and Marie.
“Of course,” Christine nodded, leaning in.
“I know I’m not like hot or popular to begin with, but I feel like almost every guy in school is avoiding me."
Christine and Marie exchanged glances. "Umm, so you haven't heard?" Marie asked.
"Heard what?"
"Well first of all, I don’t think you’ve looked in the mirror recently because sweetie, the summer was very kind to you. You're totally hot, and that’s the problem,” Christine replied. 
“Hot? I'm not even doing anything different,” (YN) mumbled, feeling herself blush as she pulled the cardigan of her uniform around herself more tightly. “And what do you mean, that’s the problem?”
“I heard that Gerard told Adam that if he so much as looks at you, he’ll put a hit out on him. I guess word has gotten around to all the guys in school,” Christine shrugged.
"Are you kidding me?!" (YN) blurted out and the other kids in the quiet study hall looked over at her.
"Miss Way, do you have a problem?" Mrs. Simon, the teacher supervising the study hall, asked from her spot at the front of the room.
"Nope! I, umm, am just surprised at the answer to this equation. I really love chemistry," she lied, trying to cover up for her outburst.
"What are you gonna do?" Marie whispered when everyone in the room turned their attention back to their own work.
"Nothing," (YN) shrugged.
"Wait, really?" Christine asked, totally surprised.
"Yea, because the guy I like is one of the few that won't be intimidated by Mikey or Gee."
"Who?!" Marie asked excitedly.
"I'm not telling anyone, because if it gets out, my brothers will lose it."
"Oooh, star crossed lovers," Marie grinned.
"Hardly," (YN) replied. "I doubt he even likes me like that."
~
"So you're coming to our birthday party, right?" (YN) asked as she and Frank sat at the kitchen table after dinner that night. The algebra homework was mostly finished, but forgotten for the moment.
"Have I ever missed it?"
"No," she rolled her eyes, but smiled. She knew she could always rely on Frank to show up for their birthday.
“Are you gonna make a super big deal out of it because it’s your sweet sixteen?” His tone was a little teasing.
“Oh yea, if I don't get a brand new BMW, I’m gonna throw a tantrum," she deadpanned.
“So you’re finally gonna start acting like a true OLS Academy girl?”
“Ugh, hell no,” (YN) groaned, rolling her eyes again. "There's a reason why Christine and Marie are my only girl friends."
"And it’s not because you spend all the rest of your time hanging out with us nerds?" He smirked.
"You nerds have always been my favorite people to hang out with. You're more interesting than 99% of that school."
"All of us, or just me?" He trailed off, suddenly becoming very interested in the pencil in hand.
"Yea, you're like in first place, then Christine and Marie, then Ray, Mikey, and Gee, then everyone else in the world."
"Damn, that's a lot of people to be ahead of," he replied with a goofy smile.
"Well you're really cool and always nice to me so yea," (YN) blushed.Silence hung between them, and for a moment she thought he was about to reach over and take her hand.
"Umm... (YN), ya know I’ve always-"
"How's the homework?" Gerard asked, bursting through the door from his basement bedroom.
"It'd be easier if you weren't always barging in," (YN) snapped. She hoped the blush on her cheeks wasn’t too noticeable.
"Don't do your homework in the kitchen then," Gerard shrugged.
"It's where the snacks are," she whined, but then a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. "But I guess that’s fine, Frank will just have to go up to my room where we can shut the door and work in peace and quiet."
"I'll tell mom," Gerard replied.
"Tell her what? That you're annoying and distracting me, her long suffering youngest child, her poor, only daughter, from her studies?"
“Yea I’m the annoying one,” Gerard muttered before grabbing a soda from the fridge and retreating back downstairs.
“I should probably get going, it’s getting late,” Frank said, stretching his arms overhead. His shirt pulled up to show just a sliver of skin under the hem and (YN) couldn’t help but stare.
“Yea, umm, thanks for staying late and helping me,” (YN) said, getting up to walk him to the door.
“Just say the word and I’ll be here,” he smiled.
(YN) nodded, wanting to ask him what he was gonna say before Gerard interrupted him, but couldn’t find the courage to do so. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she smiled, holding out her arms for a hug.
Frank smiled back and wrapped his arms around her. She worried for a moment that she was holding on too long, but he wasn’t in any hurry to pull back either. When they finally did part, he waved before heading out into the cool New Jersey evening. (YN) shut the door behind him, and leaned against it with a dreamy sigh, the lingering feeling of his arms around her would be wonderful to fall asleep to that night.
Part 2
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pm-my-hubbies · 4 years ago
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Lani’s Crown | H.C.
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Summary: Reader and Henry’s daughter has landed herself in a bit of trouble and needs to understand the importance they put into her hair.
Pairing: Dad!Henry x Black Mom!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
I knew this day would come and unfortunately, I hadn’t prepared myself for it. “Hey, don’t forget you gotta have that talk with Lani pretty soon,” my conscience would remind me as I stared in awe at a queen with a head full of kinky hair. Like the snap of a hypnosis’ fingers, the task would slip away from me and I would return to whatever I had on my plate for the time being. Apparently, this “talk” wasn’t at the top of my to-do list.
My eyes shift from the shoulder length hair on the right side of my five year-old’s head to the gapped up left side. Something tells me she was reenacting Halle Berry’s notorious transformation scene from Catwoman as it’s become a favorite of hers in the past couple of weeks. This idea prompts me to hold in the snicker threatening to fall past my lips because right now is not a laughing matter.
“I honestly don’t know what to say Ailani.” I speak. It’s not that I’m mad at my baby because that’s what she is: a baby. She’s still struggling to steady the handlebars of her bicycle when she rides and her tongue has begun poking out the side of her mouth as she attempts to loop her shoe laces together. She doesn’t know how special her hair is because I hadn’t told her. And even if I did, it’ll take her brain ages to digest the information.
“I’m sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean it.” she whimpers.
“I know baby but... why did you go for the scissors? You know you’re only supposed to use them for cutting paper and when adults are around. What happened?”
Today had been a good day at the restaurant. As the manager of the small-staffed bakery not too far from Lani’s school, majority of the tasks outside of sitting behind the desk fell onto me two weeks ago when three of the employees decided “a mental break” was necessary (I would’ve been fine if I hadn’t seen one of them chugging down beer after beer when I went out for drinks with some friends on a Friday night). Garlic wafted up my nostrils the moment I stepped over the threshold into our home and I knew something was up as my husband was cooking my comfort meal. He didn’t say anything when I asked of our daughter’s whereabouts. A nod in the direction of our dining room that was connected to the living room was all I needed to know something had happened. Lani has already placed her crayons to the side of her paper on the dining room table and peeked up at me with solemn eyes.
“Charlotte and I were play—” she began.
“Wait, Charlotte?”
Lani bowed her head in shame. “Yes.”
God fucking dammit. “Lani, why would... why would you play with Charlotte after Mommy told you to not be around her anymore?”
Her head was still low but I managed to catch the next statement clear as day. “Because she said I could make more friends if my hair was short like her and the other girls.”
I felt as if I were on fire. My body burned with anger and once again, it wasn’t directed towards Lani. Charlotte was once the little girl you wanted your children to play with every single day. But after some time, her true bad habits made an appearance and next thing you know, you were constantly disregarding the ringing of your doorbell as she shouted for your child. To add on to her pest-like behavior, Charlotte’s parents could never recognize the wrongs in her actions.
I shouldn’t be surprised such words could come from a child’s mouth but I am. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I allowed another kindergartener to bully me and I assumed times have changed for them to not talk out of their asses. Yet, here we are.
“Ailani, can you look at me? Please?” I calmly asked.
My daughter finally picked her head up and it was in this moment that all frustration I felt for her former friend dissipated. Her round cheeks were wet with fresh tears, brown eyes the size of saucers.
“Oh Ailani.” I cooed, walking around the coffee table dividing us to plant myself on the floor next to her. I pulled her onto my lap, her face pressing against my chest as her body racked with sobs. “Shhh, it’s okay.”
“I hurt your feelings, Mommy.”
“You did baby but that’s beside the point. Your feelings are hurting right now and it’s landed you in some mess.” I explained. Internally, I was chanting to not let the waterworks flow.
Lani continued her moment of sadness at most likely destroying the pride I held for her hair. The left side was the only destruction, which left more on her head. Still, blades made contact with the kinks at an inappropriate time.
Eventually, her body ceased the shaking and all I could feel was the large gulps she took as she calmed down. I guess now was the time to talk to her.
“You did hurt Mommy’s feelings because I love your hair. But at the same time, Mommy never told you how special your hair is so you wouldn’t do what you did.” I began. “Most girls want a crown to look like the Disney princesses they see on TV. I was one of those girls but I only wanted the tiara to be like the other girls. Do you hear me?”
She nodded. “Mmhm.”
“Good. Your grandmother told me that I didn’t need a crown to be pretty or like other girls because I already had one with me that followed me everywhere. And that, my Love, is my hair. Sit up for a second.” My daughter did as told, straddling my lap with bloodshot eyes looking into my watery ones. I placed my hand in her hair to massage her scalp. “The thing about your hair and my hair is that it’s unique. It’s what makes us beautiful. Some days we’ll braid it and other days we can wear it loose. The best thing about our hair is that it’s like a magicians hat to people that don’t look like us.”
“A magicians hat?”
“Mmhm. See, the only thing you know about a magicians hat is that it’s the same one they always wear. And every time they reach into it, it’s something new they pull out that amazes the audience every single time. With you, people will always see you with the same hair style until you straighten it. And every time you straighten it, it’ll be longer than before and amaze people each time. And that, my Darling, is because people are idiots when it comes to us and our hair.”
The cutest of giggles escaped Lani’s lips and I couldn’t help but to grin at the sound I got out of her. “Mommy no!”
“It’s true Lani! A lot of people don’t know much about our hair except to tell us how to style it. Your dad’s an exception, even though he can be a little dumb at times.”
“I heard that!” Henry exclaimed from the kitchen.
I chuckled as I leaned to the side to respond with, “Mind your business!”
“Can’t do that when you brought me into it.”
I glanced back at Lani with a smirk on my face. “You know what, your dad is right for once.”
Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the lower level of our home as Henry exited the kitchen to enter the living room where Lani and I sat. He held a similar smile to the one I wore when mocking his correctness. “Is this how you discipline our daughter when I’m not around? Throw me under the bus?”
“Not exactly.”
“Goodness woman.” He chuckled, treading over to where we rested. He swung his legs around my shoulder to plop down behind me on the sofa and place his hands on my shoulders. “Everything good now?”
Although her original hairstyle was jacked up now due to the scissors, I continued rubbing my hands through her beautiful hair. “I think so. But before I tell you to go upstairs and start running your bath water, I want you to remember something: girls like Charlotte are not your friend.”
“Your mother is right Lani.”
My head tilted up slightly so I could toss him a smile of appreciation for backing me up. “Friends do not tell you to change how you look so you can hang out with them. They chose to be your friend and should deal with it. Do you understand?”
“I think so.” Although it was meant to be a statement, she answered it more of like a question.
“Can you try to repeat that back for Mommy and Daddy but in your own words?”
She rapidly nodded her head. “Um... Charlotte should play with me because she likes how I look?”
“That’s our girl!” Henry praised her with a pinch to her cheeks.
“That’s right. And if she tells you what to do again, you either tell the teacher or tell her to stop. Yes?”
“Yes.” She affirmed.
“Good. Now go run your bath water for Mommy and then I’ll be up to wash you before we eat dinner.”
As soon as she hopped off my thighs to disappear up the stairs, Henry wrapped his arms around my neck. His lips landed on my cheek for peck. “You handled that well.” He mumbled.
I gently massaged his forearms with my hands. “You think so?”
“Yes. I was expecting the worse. Yelling, maybe a pop or two.”
“Some people will think I’m the worst parent for restricting my daughter from doing such a thing as today but that’s the thing: she’s not their daughter. If she cuts her hair, I have to bend over backwards and find styles for her hair and I really don’t have the time for that.” I elaborated, a huff following right after. “She’s lucky she did this today because now, she has an excuse to see her auntie Marilyn.”
“Oh but your Saturday.” I wasn’t looking at him but I could hear the pout in his voice as he pressed another kiss to my skin but this time on my neck.
I deeply exhaled. “I know, I know. I’ll just reserve it for Sunday like we’re supposed to anyways.”
Silence filled the spacious room now. Within seconds, the faint sound of water hitting the hard surface of our bath tub upstairs interrupted the peace that had quickly formed between Henry and I.
“Now that I’ve given her the heart-to heart talk, it’s your turn to talk with Charlotte’s parents.”
“What? Why me?” He groaned like a child restricted to the confines of his home on a Friday evening.
“Because I can’t catch a case. That little girl pissed me off and I won’t be so nice if I talk to her parents. And even if I did play nice, they’d still say something. When it’s you, there’s less backlash.”
“I— dammit. You’re right.”
“Get to work Superman.” I playfully ordered as I stood up between his legs to stretch my cramped limbs. A giggle my lips as his hand lightly connected with my ass. I felt like a love struck high schooler all over again when I spun around to lean against his strong frame and place my hands on his pecs. “You’ve got some saving to do and for once, it’s not me.”
“Indeed I do.” He mumbled before leaning down to deeply kiss me.
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marvelgiggles · 4 years ago
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Learning to Be Loved
Chapter 1
I swear you guys aren’t prepared for the sweetness and sadness to come!!
THIS IS A TICKLE SERIES!!! DON’T LIKE THEN PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING!
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The drive to Tony’s house was longer and more out of the city than you expected. The land was beautiful and then when you saw the house you were in awe. You’ve never seen a house so big.
“Not what you expected huh?” Tony asked. You shook your head when suddenly nervousness settled in your stomach, what if you got lost or got lonely in this huge house. Happy pulled into the entrance way and opened Tony’s door, you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize Tony got out of the car. “Having second thoughts?” You cleared your head and got out of the car.
“Well everyone knows your coming so it shouldn’t be a big surprise to them. Don’t worry they are some of the nicest and kindest people you’ll ever meet.” Tony said.
Who was everyone? Was it a large group of people? Were they people your age? A million more thoughts ran through your head as you walked closer and closer to the door. Tony opened the door for you and were just as in shock as you were when you saw the outside of the house. It was oddly comforting and also made you feel very very small due to the size.
“Come on everyone is this way.” Tony motioned for you to follow him. You walked into what seemed like a living room and there were probably eight people waiting to meet you. They all looked familiar too, but you still couldn’t remember where you’ve seen them. You were a little intimidated with all the eyes on you but you were determined to stand your ground. “Everyone this is Y/N, Y/N these are the Avengers.” 
The Avengers! That’s why they all looked familiar! But you were now going to possibly live with the Avengers, there was no way this was real life. This had to be a dream you would be waking up from very very soon.
“I’m sure you all want to get to know her but I’m going to show her her room and let her get settled in.” Tony stated as he motioned for you to follow him. He lead you down a maze of hallways. Finally the both of you stopped at the door you assumed to be your room, “I know it isn’t much right now but I have some stuff coming later and if you want anything don’t be afraid to ask, okay?” You nodded your head and opened the door. 
The room was far bigger than you’ve had in the past and you thought it was perfect right now, you had no idea what Tony could have bought to make it better. Although you all of a sudden felt guilty he had bought anything in the first place, I mean you were practically a stranger, a pretzel and hot dog were one thing but furniture for your own room was a whole other thing. 
“Go ahead get settled in. If you need anything let JARVIS know.” 
“Hello.” JARVIS’s voice echoed the room, alarming you a little. 
“Don’t worry he can’t see you or anything but go ahead put your things away and even take a nap if you want. You deserve a good sleep.” 
“Thank you.” You told Tony as you watched him shut your door to give you some privacy. 
You quickly put the few things you had away and crawled into your new bed. You’ve never had a bed this comfortable and quickly fell asleep.
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Meanwhile down in the living room
“Tony where in the world did you find her.” Steve asked. 
“She wandered into the Avengers tower lobby probably to get out of the heat. When I saw her all dirty and she looked so lost. I couldn’t help it and I can’t explain it. I tried to follow her but lost her in the crowd so I had JARVIS follow her. He followed her all the way to a teenage drop in center.” Tony said filling everyone in.
“Okay but you can’t just bring random teenagers back to the compound.” Clint argued. “What if she has an actual family out there or is on the run.”
“I’m having JARVIS try to find out her background and who she is. If she was kidnapped or something when she was younger, I will simply bring her back to her family. If they don’t have any red flags.” 
“I think she’s cute.” Bucky stated completely understanding what Tony felt because as soon as he laid eyes on her, a fierce need to protect her ran through him.
JARVIS discovered who she was and Tony starts reading the report to the team.
“Okay her name is Y/N L/N. She was born on Y/B to a Jane Doe at a hospital in Idaho and was abandoned in the hospital so she was immediately put into social services and was placed with a couple in New York. The reports from the social worker say that the couple was oddly clinical in their relationship with her but they had no means to remove her because she was excelling in school and all of her needs were being met. It also says that she always seemed to be on her absolute best behavior and the social worker said it looked like she was looking for approval and affection every time she looked at the couple she was placed with and it only got worse each time she visited.” Tony finished quietly at the end, his heart breaking for that poor girl. 
“She must not know what it means to be loved.” Bucky also stated with heartbreak in his voice. 
“Avengers, we have a new mission. We have to help Y/N learn how to be loved.” Everyone nodded in agreement. 
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It’s been a few weeks since Tony took you in. You still couldn’t believe that you were living here. Everyone was so nice. They always smiled at you when they saw you, they wanted you to spend time with them and include you in things, they always communicated with you not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Although you had a special bond with Tony because he obviously took you in and was the father figure in your life. A couple days after Tony brought you to the Avengers compound, is what he called it, he noticed you were pretty quiet. 
“Y/N are you uncomfortable here?” Tony asked you. 
“No.” You told him honestly.
“Well I’ve noticed you’ve been pretty quiet.” He mentioned. “I just want you to know you can totally be yourself here and I know that your foster parents didn’t treat you very well.” You stiffened up a little when he mentioned them. “Sweetie, I have to know. Did they hurt you at all?”
“They didn’t hit me if that’s what you mean. I don’t think they really wanted me though.” You said almost ashamed and you looked down at your lap to embarrassed to look at Tony. 
“Oh sweetheart. Well I can tell you we want you here, we want to show you what a real family is. I also want you to know no question is off limits, so if you have absolutely any questions about anything don’t feel scared to ask. There is no judgement here.”
You nodded, excited to see what a family is.
Tony stood up, “Now let’s go get something to eat.” 
You also had a special bond with Bucky too. There was something about the way that he looked at you when Tony introduced you to everyone, you felt very safe, protected and something else you couldn’t figure out. You were also fascinated by his metal arm.
“Hey Y/N, wanna watch a movie with me?” Bucky asked you. 
“Yeah.” You said you didn’t watch a lot of them growing up and you loved them. Plus you had a lot of them to catch up on. You sat on the couch away from Bucky.
“Y/N you can sit closer to me if you want, if you wanna cuddle we can do that too.” Bucky smiled at you.
“What’s cuddling?” Your foster parents never showed you any affection. You knew what hugs were but that’s all and your foster parents didn’t even show you what that was. One of your classmates in kindergarten did that to you and you had to ask your teacher what it was. You liked it when you classmate hugged you it made you feel warm inside. Although your foster parents didn’t like it and you didn’t know anyone you could get a hug from. 
Bucky’s heart hurt a little bit, how could your foster parent never want to cuddle a sweet little thing like you. “Cuddling is a sort of gentle hug that you do with someone you care about. Here I’ll show you. Scoot over to me.” He waited until you were right next to him. “Now I’m going to lay down and you can lay down on my right side, then I’m going to put my arm around you and pull you closer. You can rest your head on my chest if you want too, kinda like a pillow. Sound good?”
You nodded excited about the new type of affection that Bucky was going to show you. You crawled into Bucky’s side and you had to shift a little bit to get comfortable but you loved this feeling. 
“Feel good sweetheart.” Bucky said. You nodded with a small smile on your face and nestled a little further into Bucky’s chest. “Good.” He said as he kissed your forehead. You turned to look up at him. 
“Why’d you put your lips on me?” You asked him. 
If Bucky’s heart hurt from the fact that you’ve never been cuddle, it shattered to pieces when he realized that you’ve never been kissed in your entire life. It made him want to cry and also destroy those foster parents of yours for neglecting you of love and affection your entire life. “That’s called a kiss. It’s another thing people do to show someone they love them. It can mean a lot of things hello, goodbye, it’s okay, I’m sorry, but it will always always mean I love you.” You felt bold and decided to also kiss his cheek in return, Bucky’s heart practically melted and he pulled you even closer. 
Later on in the movie, you were starting to drift off. “Hey no falling asleep.” Bucky teased as he squeezed your side. You gasped at the new feeling and tried to squirm away from his hand. “Well it looks like you’re ticklish, Y/N!” 
“What’s that?” You said before he could do it again. Bucky was so happy that he was the one that was teaching you all sorts of new things and by finding out you were ticklish made you even more adorable to him.
“Ticklish is something that describes when another person pokes, squeezes or rapidly moves their fingers over a spot on your body it can make you want to squirm away and causes you to laugh. Usually, people have more than one ticklish spot and they have one more ticklish than the other. Now let’s find yours.” 
Bucky pulled you up onto his chest so you were laying belly to belly, he wrapped both his arms around you and started to squeeze your sides again and you broke out into giggles. You actually didn’t mind the feeling it was kinda fun and something you’ve never felt before. “Seems like you pretty ticklish Y/N, so that must mean you are ticklish it some other places.” Bucky teased as his fingers started to work upwards towards your ribs.
You started to struggle a little bit more and laugh a little harder. You couldn’t stop your body from trying to grab his hands, even though you didn’t want him to stop tickling you. “Looks like your ribs are pretty ticklish Y/N. Are your armpits ticklish too?” 
When Bucky put his fingers in your armpits you started to laugh very high pitched and rapidly. “You sound like a Tickle Me Elmo doll there sweetie.” He said as he then kissed your cheek but didn’t stop tickling your armpits.
You were starting to get worn out and Bucky must have caught on because he stopped tickling you. “Tickling can also wear you out and it’s important to let the person you are tickling catch their breath after a while because you might make them pass out. 
“Are you ticklish?” You asked Bucky. 
“Yes.” He said with some nervousness in his voice. “But you can tickle me if you want.” 
You smiled and started to squeeze his side just like he did to yours and Bucky squirmed a little but start to laugh. You loved the sound of it and could understand why Bucky was having so much fun when he was tickling you. You decided to move in towards his belly to see if that was a spot people were ticklish too and Bucky started to laugh harder. 
“Ohohohokay!” Bucky said through his laughter. You immediately stopped not wanting him to be uncomfortable or mad at you. 
Suddenly you were looking up at Bucky because he flipped you over. “Let’s see if your belly is ticklish too.” He smirked and started to tickle your belly, you squealed, squirmed a little harder and laughed a little deeper. “This looks like your most ticklish spot so far. I want to try two more spots and then I will let you go.” You nodded not really wanting him to stop since you were having fun. 
“One spot that is almost ticklish on everyone is their feet.” He grabbed one of your feet and held your ankle is his metal arm. He quickly ran his fingers up and down and your body’s instinct was to kick and you started to laugh helplessly. “This is a good spot too, so far not as good as your ribs but there is still one more place I want to try.” He let your foot go and but pulled your leg so you didn’t have much room to bend your knee. 
“A place that most people don’t think is ticklish is their knees but let’s see if yours are.” Bucky started to squeeze right above your knee you screamed and laughed harder and deeper than any of the other spots. “Looks like your knees are your most ticklish spot Y/N.” He only tickled you here a little longer before letting you go. 
“What happened? What’s wrong?” Bucky and you both looked to see Steve and Tony standing in the entrance to the living room.
“What?” Bucky asked. 
“We heard Y/N scream and though something was wrong.” 
Bucky laughed again, “No! I was showing Y/N what cuddling is and found out she’s ticklish.” Bucky started to tickle your ribs again, you started to laugh again. “It seems like her ribs are her second most ticklish spot next to her knees.” Bucky started to squeeze your knees again making you frantically kick your legs and belly laugh again.  Bucky stopped again pretty quickly probably not wanting to wear you out too much.
“Looks like she’s almost as ticklish as Peter.” Tony smirked
“Who’s Peter?” you asked. 
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lavenderhazed · 3 years ago
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I made Valedictorian this year and thought I would share my speech. When I was writing it, the speeches people posted on here really helped, so maybe this can help someone else too.
I've been to a few graduations, heard a few speeches, although I only payed attention to one, and naturally I tried very hard to make my speech better than my brother's, so here goes:
Fellow graduates, we did it, we made it, we graduated, and some of us will probably never speak to each other again. Nevertheless, we’ve been through a lot together
 I’ve spent a lot of time in the last week reflecting over not only our four years here, but over the past thirteen years we’ve been in school together, the stuff we learned, the fun we had. 
Remember
In kindergarten, when we all put our hand prints on the wall
In sixth grade when we went to outdoor school, and Ginko wore those awful tights
Or at the end of eighth grade when we went to Tree to Tree, to celebrate our achievements
Even, the ONE time Mrs. Butt wasn’t at school, and someone in the back of the class ate an onion covered in toothpaste, which really explains why food wasn’t allowed in her class
Or all the time spent decorating the hallways for homecoming
Or when we got an “extended spring break” that lasted till the end of the school year
And now, were graduating after a year of distance learning
We made a lot of memories together. Although, I’m pretty sure as kids we all expected quicksand and the Bermuda Triangle to have a much bigger impact on our lives than it actually did.
We’ve learned a lot in the past years. I can’t say how much we’re going to remember, but thankfully someone taught us the Pythagorean theorem, although learning how to function in the real world might have been just a touch more useful. At least we will remember that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.
My mom told me speeches should be inspirational, and have a message, a meaning, something important. I searched and scoured my shelves to find a book with the perfect inspirational and meaningful message. Believe it or not, it was in Harry Potter, “Every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than what we are now: students. If they can do it, why not us?” - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J.K. Rowling
When I set out to write this speech, I did a lot of research, I read hundreds of speeches on the internet, all while procrastinating that last bit of homework. There were a lot of places saying to avoid clichés, especially the cliché in every speech, “It’s not the end, just a new beginning.” I’ll admit, it is an overused cliché, but that could be because it's accurate. No one likes an ending, whether it be the end of a book, movie, or even the end of high school. This isn’t the end of our story, just the end of a chapter. From here on out, we’re the writers, we’re writing our own stories now, and there’s something we all need to say:
To the teachers that stayed late everyday to help with homework
To the teachers that went out of their way to make sure we succeeded
To the teachers that kept snacks in their desks, and made sure everyone ate something
To (Teacher) and (Teacher) for teaching us how to get a thr ee day paid vacation, although there are probably better ways of doing so
To (Teacher) and (Teacher), for making sure that everyone knew that they belonged
To the other teachers that I didn’t list, who will probably be butt hurt
And finally, to the friends, siblings, and parents of everyone here,
Thank you, you have had a huge impact on all of us, and we probably wouldn’t be here without you. Remember to take the time to personally thank them soon.
And now, classmates, we spent all of elementary school looking forward to middle school, all of middle school looking forward to high school, and all of high school looking forward to graduation, and now it’s here, we did it.
To those who are outgoing, that tried to make everyone smile
To the people with funny laughs that disrupted every class
To those that always showed up late, because they had to have coffee
To those that read through class, and those that slept through class
To the athletes, the artists, the band kids, the geeks, and the nerds
To the future farmers, scientists, lawyers, and doctors
To those whose first year here was also their last
To the ones we grew up with, even those that are graduating elsewhere
To us, the class of 2021, congratulations.
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unmaskedagain · 5 years ago
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I got this request last week, and I thought it was a neat idea. Thanks @etsuko-99​ for sending me the ask.
When the Akuma alert sounded, most of the class had been at the end of year party at the park. They had been planning it for weeks and had been careful not to reveal its existence to the class problems aka Marinette, Chloe, and Nathaniel. The three had been has exiled from the rest of the call all year for their bullying of Lila and mean accusations that the girl was lying.
Class president? They voted to replace Marinette the first day of school.
Class picnics; the three weren’t invited.
Field trips; they got Bustier to exclude the three in the beginning of the year. Not that it mattered anyway; all the wonderful trips they had wanted to take had fallen through. They never had enough money to take it. And they never did the required paperwork.
Birthday parties; they weren’t invited to anyone’s in the class. No one went to Nathanial’s birthday party. Or Chloe’s. No one even bother to accept Marinette’s birthday party invitations, she mailed out a month ago. They even missed the required RSVP date on the front on purpose. The invitation was clear, if you don’t confirm your planned attendance, you can’t come. Then they told Marinette they were going to a party for Lila instead.
No one wanted the drama. No one wanted Lila to feel like she wasn’t welcome. And if the three found out, then maybe they should’ve been nicer.
Again, everyone from the class who was invited showed up apart from Adrien to Lila’s dismay. Alya assured the tearful girl that Adrien was probably just busy at a photoshoot, he’d be there if he could.
Lila had just stepped away from for a moment to take a call from Prince Ali when the Akuma alert sounded.
           It was a socialite hurt by the malicious lies her so-called friends said about each other by each other’s back decided that everyone should be forced to reveal what they really think. The Akuma was called Two-faced (As soon as Two-face from Gotham heard about the new villain, he contacted his lawyer; someone was getting sued.) Every time someone talked; the world would hear their inner voice say what they really thought about you.
“We should wait for Ladybug,” Alya said. “She’ll be here soon. Nino, turned down the music we don’t want to attract the Akuma’s attention.”
“You don’t kiss me enough,” Alya’s voice was suddenly heard throughout the party, though the girl’s mouth was shut. “You’re amazing. I love how much you dream. You’re a little naïve. We’re perfect for each other. But what’s a girl got to do to get to third base?”
           Nino blushed a scarlet red. There were snickers from the fellow students.
“Babe, a little awkward; maybe no one should talk.” Nino said. But as soon as his mouth closed. “I’ve already named all of our children.”
           The laughter that resulted from this laughter the couple paralyzed.
“This is so amazing,” Rose burst out. As soon as she stopped talking. “Juleka? Look at me! I have been flirting with you for three years. You know what I got for it? Nothing. Do you like me or not? You think you got it bad, Alya. I once showed up at her house drenched in rain, in a t-shirt, and Juleka didn’t bat an eye.  Stop complaining. At you got a boyfriend who wants to kiss you. All I got from Juleka was insecurities.”
           Juleka looked torn between wanted to die from embarrassment and looking utterly pleased with the situation.
           Alix snorted, “Still think it’s amazing.” She mocked. Her eyes widened when she realized she spoke. “Rose, you’re the definition of a ditzy of blond. I can’t believe we’re friends.” There were gasps. Rose looked at Alix with hurt eyes. “Honestly, I can’t believe your friends with me. You’re nice, girly, and super sweet. A freaking ray of sunshine. Everything I’m not. I love you for it. I kind of hate you too. You’re the daughter my wishes she had. I can’t stand you sometimes.”
“Ouch!” Kim said and gasped. His inner voice added. “This is way too serious for me. I should’ve just hung out with Ondine. And how is no one talking about how killer Max’s ass looks in those jeans?”
           The questions was met with blinks.
“Damn, I owe Luka ten bucks,” Juleka slipped out. She quickly covered her mouth but she couldn’t stop what came next. “Luka dislikes all of you. It’s why he left Kitty section. He’s thinks you’re all gullible idiots. He always told me to watch my back around you. After what happened with Marinette, I see why.”
           Mylene frowned. She thought Luka left the band because he didn’t have time for it anymore. “That’s really mean.”
“Truthfully, I saw it coming,” Mylene’s inner voice said. “What’s a guy like that doing in a band called Kitty Section? I mean really. But yeah, I totally called in it Kim being a little into Max. Like back in third grade. The Chloe thing was a massive attempt to hide his crush. I get it. Max can do better than a Neanderthal.”
“Hey!” Max glared. “Like you’re one to talk!”
“Have you seen Ivan,” Max’s inner voice hissed. “He’s a future UFC champion. You’re a future kindergarten teacher. Mylene, beauty, Ivan, beast. It only works out in Disney movies, honey. Besides at least Kim’s funny, and cool, and nice, and hot. Wow, I can’t believe he likes me. I’m a geek.”
           Kim grinned, “I like that you’re a geek.” His inner voice, “He’s thinks I’m hot. He think I’m hot. He thinks I’m hot. …I wonder if Nino would be cool with a joint wedding.”
“NO!” Nino and Alya yelled together. Their inner voice, “NO!”
           After that everyone was too scared to speak; scared of what they really thought be heard.
           That when Lila came back to the party. A happy grin on her face. “Sorry everyone, Prince Ali was insisting I attend his ball. I hope he’s isn’t going to purpose again.”
“You’re all a bunch morons,” Lila’s inner voice echoed through the park. “But useful ones. I’ve never even met Prince Ali.”
           Lila paled, “I didn’t say that!”
“Crap,” Her inner voice cried. “What the hell is going on? Do you know how hard it is to keep my stories straight? How hard I work to get these sheep to believe me? Well, not that hard. They’re idiots. I few grand tales and practically believe I shit gold.”
           The class stared at her horrified.
“It’s not me!” Lila stomped her foot.
Her inner voice cried out, “Don’t look at me like that. You’re the dumbasses who believed me. It’s your own fault. I only told you what you wanted to hear. Add a few tears and you did whatever I wanted.”
           Alya gasped, “Marinette was right.” Her inner voice, “What have I done. My blog is ruined. I’ll lose all my fans.”
           Lila fought not to glare, “Marinette’s a mean bully,” She whined. “Remember? She’s been so awful to me since I got here.”
“She called me out on my lies,” Lila’s inner voice snickered. “I warned her I’d get her back. I told her I’d take all her friends away. She should’ve believed me. You guys are idiots who believe everything I saw. Oh, Marinette picking on! Why doesn’t Marinette like me? Did I do something wrong? Waa! Waa! Now I’m here and she’s not. So there! I won!”
           Lila finally picked up one what was going on and covered her mouth. The class remained silent torn between wanting to scream at the girl and keep what they really thought secret.
           At that moment, Marinette, Nathaniel, Luka, Adrien, and Chloe strolled to through the park with ice cream cones in their hands and big smiles on their faces. They talked pleasantly with each other, stopping when they saw the party streamers and the class.
           Marinette didn’t blink twice, “Another class party?” She said sweetly. “Our invitations must have been lost.”
           Her inner voice was cold, “Doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t have come to your party if you paid me. Why do you think I put the deadline on the invites? I knew you’d pretend to forget to RSVP. I only invited you to my birthday party because my mom made me. Something about being nice or whatever.”
           The students of Bustier’s class reared back as if struck.
“It really pity you can’t come,” Chloe drawled. Her inner voice, “In addition to forgetting to RSVP, you must have forgotten that Marinette’s knows Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale and a bunch of other celebrities; all of which are going to be at the party.”
“They’re having loads of fun here,” Adrien said brightly. “The party looks great.”
           His inner voice was a lot colder, “I told them! I told Marinette, Chloe, and Nathaniel every time you had this party, and every other party, a picnic, a guy’s night, a girl’s night, anything. I told them Alya was the one who got Bustier to not let them on the class trips. Why did you think I never showed up to any events? They’re my friend I showed them the group texts where you all did nothing but insult Marinette. You were bad friends. You trusted a perfect stranger over freaking Mariette Dupain-Cheng. That’s why I stopped returning your texts, Nino! Why I stopped returning all of your texts! We’re not friends anymore.”
           Mouths dropped. To his credit, Adrien let his ground and just sent a cold glare to his classmates.
“Mom saw the texts, Juleka,” Luka shook his head. “She’s disappointed in you.” His inner voice, “So am I. I couldn’t believe it at first. How could my own sister be so cruel? So vile. I know Lila didn’t get into your head. But I think feared did. You were scared these idiots in your class would turn on you too. You knew it was wrong treating Marinette the way you did but you did it anyway. I don’t recognize you anymore. I don’t even want to look at you right now.”
           Silent tears slipped down Juleka’s cheeks. Rose did her best to comfort the other girl.
“We should go,” Nathaniel told his friends. “There’s nothing for us here.” His inner voice, “Honestly you guys ditching us was the best thing that could ever happen. I have best friends now. Chloe, Adrien, and Marinette are literally the freaking best. I told them how much I liked Marc, and they listened. Chloe actually ended up locking in a supply closest but it all worked out. We’re dating now! I only got a little claustrophobic too.”
“You locked them in a closest?” Marinette pinched her nose. “That wasn’t the plan. It’s kidnapping.”
           Marinette’s inner monologue, “I’m not going to jail for you! Oh who am I kidding? Of course I’d go to jail for you. Better be for something cool.”
“It will be,” Chloe preened. Her inner voice, “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I’d pick you over all high-end couture in the world.”
“I’m not bailing you out for less than a felony,” Adrien chimed in with a smile. His inner voice, “Chances are I’m going to be right next to you.”
           Marinette rolled her eyes, “Nathaniel’s right. We have to get ready for our trip. And my party.” She said. Her inner voice. “Thank you Alya for getting pushover Bustier to remove us from the class trip. Now while you guys are headed to the amusement park. We’re going to Metropolis, and Gotham, and New York City. We’re going on the best trip of our entire life while you guys watch Kim puke up fifty chili dogs… Again.”
           Still the class was too scared to speak. Apart from Lila who glared angrily, “Oh please, like your birthday party will be any good?”
           The five looked at her and the class with smirks.
“Oh course not,” They chimed together. “It’ll be a small get together.”
“If you call a thousand people small,” Adrien’s inner voice said. “I still can’t believe Marinette has so many friends. People are coming from all over the world for her birthday. Prince Ali’s going. My dad’s going! And he barely remembered my birthday this year. Like what the fuck! How did Marinette become the favorite child? Fine, though, I stole her parents. Also her room.”
           Marinette side-eyed him. She knew had been finding more and more of Adrien’s stuff in her room. But she thought she was imagining things. Chloe did the same. Then the top bunk was always made. Again, she let it go. He slept over a lot. Chloe did too. Then he took over a drawer or two for some of this things. Again, not surprising. Chloe did the same; except she took over half of Marinette’s closet. Sometimes she’d come home and he’d be hanging out in her room playing video games. It was fine. Chloe tended to do the same; except for it was laying on Marinette’s bed on her phone.
           …Wait, what?
“Jagged Stone performing for his favorite niece Marinette,” Chloe inner voice sang. “Clara Nightingale’s performing. Luka’s singing. They both invited all the celebrities they knew. MDC’s party. Did you hear about that?” The class gasped in shock. “It’s trending literally everywhere. Marinette Dupain Cheng’s party. It’s practically a red carpet event now. By the way Adrien, Sabine and Tom like me best.”
           Again, Marinette had to side-eye her friends. Did they move in when she wasn’t looking? How did they move in? When did they move in? For god’s sake’ yesterday, she caught Chloe working behind the register while Marinette’s parents worked in back. She caught her dad teaching Adrien how to bake cookies and croissants.
“Peter Parker’s going,” Luka’s inner voice added on. “Marinette and him met each other at camp. And where Peter Parker goes, his parents follow. His parents: Tony Stark and Steve Roger ring any bells. And if Iron Man and Captain America’s going, the rest of the Avengers follow. They all RSVP’d.”
“Harry Styles,” Nathaniel’s inner voice repeated like six times. “If I wasn’t dating Marc, I’d go for it. Like, you have no idea; how much I’d go for it. Marc’s concerned. …He should be.”
           Marinette smiled as her inner voice spoke what she was always too nice to say, “You were terrible friends. You turned against me for basically no reason. You threw me away. You followed Lila Rossi, the world’s biggest liar, because she told you grand stories and promised you things and opportunities. I’m happy you’re not going to my birthday party. Because you’re going to miss the chance to meet all those celebrities Lila lied about knowing. The chance to talk shop and create connections with the rich and the famous and be famous yourselves; the real reasons you ditched me. Most of the guests don’t know. But that’s fine because I’ll have real friends at the party; and you won’t be among them. Because you’re not real friend. You’re mindless, gullible sheep. …And Adrien, Chloe, I swear to the all gods, if you think you can just take over my room, you got another thing coming!!”
           Both blonds didn’t bother to even pretend to look remotely shamed or scared. They just smirked.
           It was at that moment, the Akuma two-faced came crashing into the party. All the documents, those in the class and not, scattered off screaming. The five took that opportunity to transform.
           Ladybug, Chat Noir, Queen Bee, Viperion, and Renard Rouge came swinging to the scene.
           Alya couldn’t believe her eyes. She had been replaced. How could Ladybug just replace her? She didn’t even have the guts to tell Alya!
           Fury overcame her, “Ladybug!” The glasses-wearing screamed. Her inner voice, “Look at me. How could you do this? Why?”
           Ladybug looked at her teammates. They nodded her a: Go for it. Ladybug swung over the the reporter. “What, Alya?” Her inner voice, “Why are you bothering me now?”
“You replaced me,” Alya stomped her foot. “I’m the fox hero. Not that poser.” Her inner voice, “I’m a much better hero than he’ll ever be. I should’ve been made permanent. I should’ve been made an official partner of you and Chat Noir.”
           Ladybug glared, “You posted lies on your blog. You never fact checked. And my sources told me you frequently took part in bullying of three students.” Her inner voice, “You’re a bad journalist. Why did you think I stopped giving you interviews? All those lies you post from Lila Rossi about her, about me. You never even bothered to research anything. Then you ice’d out Marinette; the sole reason I even bothered to give you a chance. You and your classmates really hurt her and the other students. You were mean bullies. And you’re unworthy of being a hero.”
           Alya froze. “But, I, it’s not fair!” She cried. “I didn’t know Lila wasn’t telling the truth.” Her inner voice “Crap! I forgot you knew Marinette. She probably told you everything. Ugh, why does she always have to be right all the time? It’s so annoying. At least Lila was fun. Besides, Marinette never even bothered to offer let me meet any of her celebrity friends. Or even mentioned she knew them And that’s so not cool. What kind of girl does that to her bestie? If Marinette had just told me she knew them, I’d have never believed Lila.”            
           Ladybug just stared at Alya in disgust, “We’re done Miss Césaire.” Her inner voice, “Forever.” Then she was gone.
           When the Akuma was defeated, and Ladybug put everything back to the way it was. The students didn’t know what to say or do. Lila had taken the time to vanish form the party. The five continued they stroll through the park. Unfortunately, they had to walk past the class party again.
“Hey!” Nino called. “You guys can come join us if you want.”
“We’re really sorry,” Rose yelled.
           Juleka didn’t say anything just looked at her older brother with pitiful eyes.
           Alya rushed over, followed by the other students. “Girl, you were so right about Lila. She’s such a liar.” The classmates nodded. “I’m your bestie. I should’ve never forgot to RSVP for your party. If it’s not too late, I’d love to go. Maybe we can even join you on your trip overseas. I’d love to go the Daily Planet.”
“Yeah, me too!” Nino grinned.
“Count me,” Alix cheered and high-fived Kim.
           Marinette looked them up and down, “It’s too late. Far too late,” She told them. “To go to my party, to go on the trip, to get back into my good graces, to be friends again. We’re not friends. And we never will be again. None of you be celebrating my birthday with me.” She gave them a cold smirk. “Wolves don’t party with sheep.”
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𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤 (𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)
Request by @oneseharuxo: So, Can I request a bakugo x fem! Reader fluff where it's the reader's birthday? I really loved the Aizawa fluff! And you can take your time dw!
A/N: My first request! I was so incredibly soft while writing this. It’s the cutest little thing for our favorite explosive boy. I hope you all enjoy this little bit of Bakugou positivity to get you through the week! Also, I was listening to Ghibli soundtracks so it got super romantic. Enjoy!
Genre: some cute pro-hero!Bakugou and pro-hero!reader banter/fluffy times, a little bit of swearing, a dash of angst in the beginning about the reader feeling terrified of the future during past birthdays 💥❤️
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Birthdays are awful. No matter how you celebrate them, they always bring on the negative and looming thoughts of the future. You’ve known this since you were quite young.
Your mother told you not to worry about your 6th birthday party. You didn’t care about the theme, cake, or favors because you were too caught up in the idea about starting kindergarten. It was terrifying. You were going to need to make new friends, meet new teachers, and start the beginning of a full education.
On your 12th birthday, you began to worry about becoming a teenager. Sure, it was a year away, but it still scared you. The fact that high school was just around the corner made you want to vomit. Middle school was already a big issue in your life, and high school was just going to make it all worse.
When you turned 16, you were already done with U.A. You began to get anxious about your future as a pro-hero. Who would you intern with? Who would you do a work studies with? Who would you be a sidekick for? When would you get your own agency? All of these questions brought on a lot of stress, causing you to want U.A. to invest in one thing: a counselor.
Your classmates were a big help during this period, considering they were all thinking the same things as you. You got close with a certain group of “hooligans,” as Mr. Aizawa put it. He told you to be wary of those individuals, but he was so wrong. The Bakusquad, comprised of Mina, Denki, Hanta, Eijiro, and Bakugou, brought you so much joy and made you forget about your thoughts temporarily. However, you weren’t as close with Bakugou as you were with the others. You were never even on a first name basis with him.
Now, you were older and still stressed yourself out about the littlest things. You had officially become a pro-hero, after graduating as a sidekick to Best Jeanist, and worked at Bakugou’s agency due to him “owing you a favor” from high school. You wanted to start your own agency, but you were currently tight on money due to some issues with your apartment. Of course, the entire plumbing system needed to be fixed right before your meeting the bankers to ask for a loan.
Bakugou was “kind” enough to let you work alongside him, but he treated you the same way he did in high school. He was distant enough to not ask you personal questions, yet he always showed up when you had a bad day and needed to rant to someone. Today, it was the latter.
“He was so idiotic and rude!” you yelled to your co-worker.
“Yeah, what an asshole,” he replied, crossing his arms and leaning against his desk.
You were currently in Bakugou’s personal office, looking out the window and whining about a man you encountered after your recent rescue. It was already close to 10 PM so the building was empty. It was always like this, especially with the week just beginning.
“After he told me to come over later,” you sighed, “he tried to get my number.”
“Wait, really?” Bakugou asked, walking over next to you.
“Yeah! I mean, come on! You don’t just say that to a pro-hero. I’m not even that good looking.”
Bakugou fell silent. He wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t get anything to come out. He thought you were so gorgeous. How was he supposed to tell you that, though. He had acted as if he hated you until you both were 3rd years. He always regretted that. Maybe he needed to learn how to just “be manly,” as Kirishima would say, and tell you his actual thoughts.
“Hey, dumbass,” you said, flicking his forehead.
He rolled his eyes dramatically before grabbing your hand and flinging it away as gently as possible. “Oh, please. You’re the dumbass, dumbass.”
You giggled at your friend’s response. It was a classic exchange between the two of you. He had always called you a dumbass, and you had grown accustomed to it. You thought it was endearing and sweet, despite it being an insult the first time he said it. At least he wasn’t calling you an extra anymore.
“Well,” you began again, “what kind of paperwork do you have tonight? Is it some major damage paperwork due to your inferiority complex?”
“Shut up,” he growled. “Today, I actually didn’t go out. I had a couple of meetings with the damn nerd and pink cheeks.”
Huh, you didn’t remember him telling you about seeing Izuku and Ochako. You two weren’t the closest, but you both knew each others’ schedules inside and out in case of an emergency. 
“Oh,” you replied, dramatically. “Let me guess, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Uravity.”
That earned you a hard punch in the shoulder. While you were wincing in pain, Bakugou was churning over what you had just said in his mind. Did you think he had a thing for pink cheeks? You had thought a while back about him and Kirishima dating, earning relentless teasing from Raccoon Eyes, until he denied it.
“You know for a fact I wasn’t,” the explosive hero commented, walking back to his desk.
“Yeah, yeah,” you groaned.
“You just love getting in my head, don’t ya?”
“Obviously.”
“You’ve been doing it more recently.”
Oh no. He’s noticed. You admit that your teasing has gotten a bit heavier since the beginning of the month. Why? You were trying to distract yourself from a certain day. Today, if you want to talk specifics.
“You wish,” you uttered quickly.
Bakugou chuckled and bore his vermillion eyes directly into yours. Smirking, he commented, “You totally have. What? Finally developed feelings for me or some shit?”
Well, great way to get caught twice in the span of 30 seconds. You were way too obvious for your own good. However, Bakugou was oblivious. You’ve liked him since 1st year. I mean, how long is it going to take this guy?
Trying to cover up your embarrassment, you howled with laughter before saying, “Absolutely not! How low do you think my standards are?”
He started chuckling. You turned back to face the window again and joined in the hilarity of his accusation. Although both of you wanted him to be right, neither of you wanted to admit it. With Bakugou’s pride and your fear, a confession was not in the near future.
Bakugou’s laughter subsided first, causing him to look down at the mahogany desk. A faint blush crept up on his cheeks from your sweet voice filling the air before fizzling out. Damn, he really thought he had you there. Apparently, he read the signs wrong.
“When are you leaving?” a tone of bitterness lining his voice that he wished wasn’t there.
You flinched at the sudden hostility and glanced at your watch. “Now, I guess. I mean, all I’m doing is going to my shabby apartment to freak out over my ever-growing age.”
“What?”
“What?”
Both of you were looking at each other. You just let slip your biggest flaw: your tendency to overthink your future. Also, it was your least favorite day: your birthday. The fact you admitted it in front of Bakugou, your only crush in history, was like being bound up my Hanta’s tape. 
You couldn’t move. You had always kept up a stronger guard around the blonde than with the others because you had another fear. You had never even let this slip to Mina, and that’s saying something. Your biggest fear besides the future was losing Bakugou.
Throughout your time at U.A., he constantly pushed you to do better. Whether you were doing a simple training exercise or working on getting stronger for the sports festival, he was always there to encourage you. Of course, his encouragement was telling you to get your ass in gear or face the consequences from him, but it was still sweet of him. 
Suddenly, the opening of desk drawers sounded through the room. You tilted your head to the side, wondering what your angry Pomeranian of a friend was doing. All you could hear was grunting for a couple of seconds.
Then, pens and pencils were thrown out. Next, pieces of paper went up in the air. Whether they were contracts for new sidekicks or just blank binder sheets, you ducked so you wouldn’t get in the crossfire of flying office supplies. After a couple of other things, like paper clips and sticky notes, were scattered across the office, Bakugou finally sighed.
You looked between your hands covering your face and noticed he held...a calendar? Since when was King Explosion Murder organized? You had known this man for years and understood his habits. You even understood why he went to bed so early in high school. This, however, was very different.
“Ugh, what the hell?” he muttered.
Just as you were about to ask him what was up, he grabbed his bag off the back of his chair. He jogged over to you, grabbed your hand and bag, and opened the door.
“You’re an idiot,” he said, shoving you into an elevator. “How long? How long have we known each other? You still never told me.”
Your brain couldn’t keep up. What was he talking about? Did you forget an important dinner meeting he had? No, he usually only scheduled those on Fridays. Then, what was going on.
Before you could ask him, you felt your whole body being yanked by the muscular man. He took you both down to the parking garage and walked straight to his BMW convertible. Letting go of your hand, he went to the trunk and dropped both of your bags in. He opened your door, practically shoving you in, and slammed it closed when all of your limbs were safely inside. Bakugou got in the driver’s seat, buckled his seatbelt, and started the car.
You felt very hazy. You know Bakugou can get...intense about certain topics, but he’s never dragged you into it. The calendar was weird. Him dragging you to his car was weird. The aura was weird. All of this was weird.
“Bakugou?” you asked.
“You’re such a dumbass,” he scoffed.
“Bakugou, please tell me wh--”
“Shut your damn mouth.”
He was acting strange. You weren’t phased by his attitude since you’ve known each other for ages. Deciding to give up, you sighed and looked out the window. The scenery passed by quickly, making your mind wander to the moment you realized you liked him.
It was a normal day at U.A., and exams were just around the corner. You were planning to study alone until Bakugou asked you to join Denki, Eijiro, and himself. You agreed and immediately regretted it. Bakugou was constantly yelling at your other two friends because they were being absolute idiots. In his defense, they were. Denki didn’t even know his body was made of cells, for crying out loud. Despite this, Bakugou indirectly complimented you on your notes. He even smirked a bit at your flustered response. You knew from the way your heart picked up its palpitations that you had fallen hard.
“Out,” Bakugou huffed, scaring you out of your flashback.
Opening the car door and getting out, you looked up and noticed his apartment complex. You heard from Eijiro that it was nice, but it was beautiful. It was made with a light gray cement, almost looking white in the light of the moon. The wood accents were all dark oak, and each apartment had a secluded balcony. You’d definitely have to hit Red Riot the next time you saw him for calling this complex “nice.”
Noticing Bakugou had already grabbed your bags and started up to the door, you began walking to catch up to him. You both got in the elevator, and he pressed the button to the top floor.
You turned your gaze to him. He was deep in thought. His eyes held a purpose, but they were a bit muddy. The reason he had dragged you here must’ve been important. Could it be a reconnaissance mission of some sort?
Soon enough, the ding in the elevator signified your arrival. Instead of a long hallway lined with apartments, there was only a single door. Bakugou slid his key in and turned the look. Holy mother of All Might...Bakugou owned a penthouse.
You were expecting minimal decorations from your friend, and you were right and oh so wrong at the same time. Everything in his apartment was classy and modern. From the wood floors to the paint color to the granite on the counters, his house looked like it had been done by a professional designer. You decided in that moment that you were never taking Bakugou to your apartment.
“Well,” he sighed softly, “go take a shower. The bathroom is down the right hallway over there. You can use one my shirts and a pair of shorts once you’re done. Just don’t waste all the hot water, got it?”
You blinked your eyes a couple of times before meekly nodding your head. Carefully walking over in the direction he pointed, you admired the living room from a new perspective. You also got a chance to see the paint color up close. It was a beautiful soft blue that held a lot of gray tones. It was perfect for a man of his caliber, despite his anger issues.
Once you got to the bathroom, the clothes were already there for you. Bakugou had either gained your former class president’s quirk or you were walking extremely slow. Either way, you smiled when you recognized the top: his iconic black skull t-shirt. He’s had it since high school. The fact he chose that one for you, or maybe just yanked it out of the depths of his closet, made your heart flutter.
The warm shower helped clear your senses. You had to figure out a way to make sure you kept your cool around Bakugou. You had no idea why your crush had acted so strangely before dragging you to his apartment. However, as strange as this whole thing still was to you, despite living in this reality for almost an hour, you couldn’t let him know anything.
After using up almost all of the hot water, you got out of the shower and put on his clothes. They felt so comfortable and reminded you of some of the craziest things you both had gone through. From the USJ attack to witnessing All Might’s fall, you two had seen a lot of crazy things. These thoughts helped give you courage. With that, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time and went to the living room.
Upon walking into the open space, you felt your heart stop. You had only been in the shower for 15 minutes, but Bakugou had done some work. The angry boy you had watched grow into a man had changed, but what you saw was completely beyond you.
On the coffee table, a little strawberry cake with fluffy white icy sat in all its beauty. Next to it were two forks, some napkins, and two cups of tea. There was a card with a picture of you and Bakugou messing with each other that Denki had somehow snapped after the concert had been executed perfectly in 1st year. The reason he had rushed you to his house wasn’t because of hero work. He knew it was--
“Happy birthday, dumbass,” he said, causing you to look up to him.
He held the softest expression you have ever seen. Bakugou’s eyes entranced you and held something similar to...adoration? He was holding some candles in his right hand, but his left hand was hidden behind his back.
“But,” you began, “how? How did you even remem--”
“We were in Yokohama at the hero conference a couple of years ago,” he stated. “Jeanist told me your birthday was coming up, and I asked him what specific day it was. After that, I marked it in my calendar.”
He sauntered over to the coffee table and sat down on the ground. He placed each of the candles meticulously onto the birthday treat. It was almost too perfect.
“I then tried to find you a gift,” Bakugou continued. “Of course, I suck at remembering what people like. I couldn’t get you anything. I did remember something, though.”
Once the candles were placed, he activated his quirk, barely creating a spark, and lit the candles. There were only 4, but it was even sweeter than him leaving out his shirt. 
“At U.A., you always distanced yourself around this time,” Bakugou said, looking up at you. “I thought you had a family thing happen to you or something, but Dunce Face explained it to me. This year, I wanted to change that for you.”
You were speechless. Never in your life did you expect such a gesture from your friend. At this point, it didn’t even feel like you two were friends. It felt as if you two had been together since the dawn of time.
Bakugou then slid on the floor and propped himself on one knee before you. He took his left hand from behind his back, revealing a black and orange box. When he slowly opened it, you gasped at what you saw. It was a Cartier simple black band adorned with emeralds and jaspers.
Tears welled in your eyes as Bakugou extended his hand to you. You placed yours gently in his, allowing him to stand up and slide the ring onto your right hand. It was a perfect fit. Never in your life had you received such a perfect birthday gift. It was a sign from the universe, you thought. It was now or never.
“Baku--” you began, inhaling a sharp breath before starting over. “Katsuki, I can’t keep it from you anymore. I think I like you.”
“No,” Bakugou stated, trying to contain his laughter.
“Excuse me?”
“Try it again, (y/n). Tell me how you really feel.”
You were too infatuated with this man to get angry at him now. Screw your pride. This was your man standing in front of you. You had to say it. You had to say the words he and you both wanted to hear.
“I love you, Katsuki Bakugou,” you announced, causing warmth to flood to your cheeks.
He smiled and sighed. Rubbing a hand over his face, he groaned, “You know I suck at words so get your ass over here.”
Listening to his command, you stepped forward into his arms. He glanced at your lips before you both instinctively closed the gap. You had never felt more alive. It was as if you were both perfectly molded for each other. Whatever god or goddess had created you had also created the handsome specimen you were kissing. The genuine passion and love his kiss held spoke to your heart. It made you realize that the time you had spent waiting to confess to him was wasted time. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. This was the moment you had been waiting for.
After pulling apart, you both stared into each other’s eyes. Every romance manga you had ever read could’ve never prepared you for what this man was about to say to you.
“Be mine?” Katsuki questioned.
“Absolutely,” you smiled, kissing him once again.
Your entire world changed in those two words. His entire world changed in the response you provided him with. It was meant to be. It was the best thing to ever happen to him. You, (y/n) (l/n), were the best thing to ever happen to him. It was because of you his anger subsided drastically in 3rd year. It’s because of your positive personality that he ended up deciding to take a social ethics class to be kinder to civilians. It’s because of your smile that he kept going, even through the events you both had been through.
Breaking off the kiss, you giggled before saying, “I should blow out those candles. Wouldn’t want your fancy place getting burned to a crisp.”
Playfully punching your shoulder, Katsuki sat down and held open his arms. You got on the ground and crawled into them, feeling peace and security enter your system. Leaning forward, you thought for a few seconds before blowing out your candles. You did make a wish, for the first time in your life, despite having everything you could’ve ever wanted holding you tightly to his chest.
“Wanna break the rules and tell me what you wished for?” he whispered in your ear.
“Sure,” you replied, turning your head to look into his eyes. “I wished for our new relationship to be even better than our friendship.”
Rolling his eyes, he leaned in and kissed your temple. “Now,” he said, grabbing the forks, “let’s dig in.”
You both sat together on the floor of Katsuki’s apartment for the next 3 hours, talking, laughing, and eating the strawberry cake. You both reminisced on how you met, gave your genuine first impressions of each other, and even talked about your first thoughts on the life threatening situations you guys had been in.
For the first time in your life, you weren’t worried about the future. You were actually excited by it. Why? You finally had your partner...no, soulmate. Katsuki was meant to be with you, and you with him. Everything had finally fallen into place. This was the best birthday you had ever had.
Together, you cleaned up the dishes at 3:22 AM, and Katsuki headed off to take his shower. During this time, you began to wander around the apartment again. There was a wall, secluded from the others, that caught your attention.
On it were multiple sleek, black picture frames holding many different photos. There were a couple from the sports festival in 2nd year, one of the first photos the Bakusquad took with you, a couple of Katsuki and Izuku when they were kids, and a single photo of you.
You recognized it. You were at the beach with Mina and Hanta because they begged you nonstop to go. You ended up having a lot of fun, and Mina captured this photo when you happened to look back at her with the biggest smile on your face. When did she give that to him?
“She gave it to me graduation day,” Katsuki stated, as if he was reading your mind. “It’s my favorite photo on this wall.”
“Of course it is,” you smirked. “Who wouldn’t love a photo of me on their wall?”
“That’s it.”
Suddenly, Katsuki charged you and threw you over his shoulder. Laughing like a maniac, you hit his back until he was laughing with you. After a couple minutes of this, he put you down and hugged you. He really did wonders through his actions. Who needed words when Katsuki’s hugs were the best in the world.
“We need to go to bed,” he said into your hair.
“I know,” you yawned.
He picked you up, much more gently, and led you to his room. He plopped you down on the bed and got under the covers. Quickly, you scrambled in next to him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you. His warmth caused your heart rate to quickly slow and your eyelids to flutter shut. Before you completely fell asleep, you heard the one sentence that made you remember that this birthday was not a dream.
“I love you, (y/n).”
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