#kindergarten teacher!reader

[pathologicalreid]

safe space | s.r.

in which Jack Hotchner comes to your classroom after spotting Mr. Scratch on school grounds

margovember

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: flangst content warnings: takes place during early season 12, mr scratch/peter lewis, kindergarten teacher!reader, mom!reader, wife!reader, the spencer reid dilf agenda, nondescript illness, lying to your spouse word count: 1.9k a/n: this just popped into my head while i was watching season 12 AND @lilacsandlavenderhaze has a request in for kindergarten teacher!reader angst AND i wanted to give lia reading material for her train ride so we are killing three birds with one stone

You’d just turned your monitor off when you heard a knock at your door. Initially, you assumed it was Janet, a member of the custodial staff, coming to see if you had left for the day, but as you approached the door, you didn’t see anyone through the small window.

Your footsteps faltered, hesitating to open the door because you weren’t sure what you’d find on the other side, you were certainly surprised to find Jack Hotchner standing outside of your door. Frowning, you stepped to the side as he shoved into your classroom, “Jack? What’s wrong?”

Sometimes, Jack would sit in your classroom while you finished work, and you’d take him home to help out his dad and aunt, but as far as you knew, the BAU was in town, and Hotch didn’t need any extra help today. “He’s here,” Jack said ominously, his tone enough of a warning to prompt you to close your classroom door.

“Who’s here?” You asked, clicking the door shut and turning back to him. He was nervous, clutching the straps of his backpack like it was a lifeline.

Wide-eyed, Jack peeked out the windows next to your door, “Peter Lewis.”

Instinctively, you locked your classroom door, before standing in front of Jack, “Honey, how do you know who that is?”

He gulped, probably wondering if he’d get in trouble for knowing something he shouldn’t have, but in this case, his knowledge might have protected him. “I saw my dad’s files out on the kitchen table, I recognize his face.”

Technically, Peter Lewis wasn’t a name you were supposed to recognize, and yet, you’d heard the name from Spencer’s lips countless times in the last year. Even more so since he managed to escape from prison, “Where did you see him?”

“Outside by the busses,” he told you, following you through your classroom until you made it back to your desk, searching for your cell phone. “Are you gonna call Uncle Spencer?”

You shook your head, scrolling through your contacts until you came across one Aaron Hotchner, “I’m calling your dad.” Blood drained from your face as realization dawned on you, “Jack, do you know where Henry is?”

He tapped on your desk anxiously; the fidgeting was the only movement that clued you into his nervousness. Jack’s facial expression was completely stoic, and you wondered, not for the first time, if it was genetic. “He went home early,” He told you, “His dad picked him up.”

Nodding to yourself as you clicked the call button on your phone and held it up to your ear, grateful that you didn’t need to be a haven for multiple BAU kids. You’d had both boys as students in kindergarten, but Henry was in second grade and Jack was in fifth now.

“Hello?” A familiar voice came in through the phone, instinctively, you reached out a hand and smoothed Jack’s hair back.

You smiled sadly at Jack, you didn’t call Hotch often, and when you did, it was seldom good news. “Hey, Hotch,” you greeted him, “I’ve got Jack here in my classroom, and I think we have a bit of a situation.”

Explaining the events of the afternoon to Hotch, you heard him packing up to leave work on the other line—the click of his briefcase, the placement of pens in a mug. “Can you put me on speakerphone?” He asked. Of course, you obliged, letting Jack take the phone in his hands, “Hey buddy, you did the right thing by going to Mrs. Reid’s classroom.”

“I saw him in your folders,” Jack said, trying to explain himself.

There was a fine line that needed to be walked when it came to what you all decided to tell your children. In this case, Jack’s snooping might have been what kept him safe. It made your chest ache, and it made you anxious to get home to your own kids. “I know, it’s okay. I’m gonna leave work and come pick you up…” His voice trailed off for a moment, “Can you give the phone back to Mrs. Reid?”

Jack handed the phone to you, and you smiled softly at him, “Hey, why don’t you take a seat in one of the bean bag chairs?” You gestured to your classroom’s comfy corner and brought the phone back up to your ear, “Hey.”

“Would you mind staying at the school with him? Just until I can get there, I just have to make sure I let Dave know that I’m leaving,” he informed you.

You swallowed thickly, it was a wonder that you were more nervous than Jack was right now, but maybe that was a blessing in disguise. “Yeah, that’s fine, Hotch. I’ll be here for as long as you guys need,” you assured him, watching as Jack dutifully opened his backpack and pulled out a binder.

Hotch released a sigh of relief, “Thank you, Y/N.”

After hanging up the phone, you went over to your snack cabinet and pulled out a package of goldfish crackers, bringing them over to Jack and holding them out for him to take. They were his favorite when he was in your class, and you hoped they still were. Maybe he was just humoring you when he took them gratefully, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Just water is fine,” he answered, focused on the pages on his lap.

You hesitated, “Are you sure?” You wandered over to your desk and opened the small fridge that you stashed beneath it, “I have some yogurt drinks… I have apple juice. Does your dad usually let you have juice?”

Holding out the juice box like an offering, you let him see it before he answered, “Sometimes.”

“Well, I think he’ll forgive me today,” you admitted, acknowledging the extenuating circumstances. You kept the juice boxes in your classroom in case of a low blood sugar, but you worried about giving him too much sugar without his dad’s permission. Then again, Jack could probably handle more sugar than your toddlers could.

He thanks you again, this time for the juice box, and sets it on the small side table with his opened bag of goldfish.

You noticed his drawings in the binder, he was in the process of coloring in a bunch of spaceships, but it wasn’t his precise coloring that you took note of, it was the fact that he was coloring in lines that he had drawn himself. Quickly, you texted your nanny to let her know that you’d be a little late getting home before sitting down in the bean bag next to him. “Those are really well done, Jack.”

“Thanks,” he murmured, focused on getting the straw into his juice box.

Deciding to try again, you wiped your clammy palms on your skirt, “Is that what you want to do when you grow up?” You asked him, peeking over at the papers again, “Design spaceships.”

Jack shrugged in response as he took a sip from his juice, “I’m not sure.”

Nodding in understanding, you let him sit and continue his drawing, smiling when he periodically snacked on a goldfish. You wondered if Hotch had the same fear as you. That one day, one of your kids would come up to you and proclaim that they wanted to be an FBI agent just like their dad. You wanted the best for your kids, and you wanted them to follow their own dreams, but not at the cost that the FBI took.

You both startled when a knock came at your door, you gently touched the side of Jack’s chair, “It’s probably just your dad,” you reassured him, “I’ll go look.”

Setting down your snack, you warily approached your classroom door, releasing a sigh of relief when you saw Hotch on the other side. “Hey,” you said, opening the door for him, “Jack, he’s here.”

He started shoving his things in his backpack, minding his juice and snack on the table as he tossed the bag over his shoulders. “Hi, dad,” he greeted.

“Hey, bud,” Hotch greeted with a small wave before he turned to you, “I didn’t say anything to anyone before I left, and I was wondering if you could refrain from mentioning anything to Reid.”

You shifted uncomfortably on your feet, “I don’t keep secrets from my husband, Hotch,” you told him, shrugging slightly as you did.

Hotch nodded, “Could you just… delay it by a day, then? Just until I’m able to sort some things out.”

Meeting his gaze, you recognized the fear in them; it was the same fear you saw in Spencer’s eyes every time an UnSub got a little too close to the team. The look you saw when you and the kids were put into protective custody. With that in mind, your head bobbed, “Sure thing, Hotch.”

A day, you could do a day, you assured yourself as the three of you said your goodbyes, leaving you to relock your door and return to your desk. You took a seat, resting your chin in your hands as you eyed a photo on your desk. It was from last Christmas when you and Spencer took the kids to meet Santa. They were all grinning at the camera, even your youngest, who usually bore a scowl.

Closing your eyes, you tried to convince yourself to get up and head home when your phone started ringing. You sighed at the sight of the Caller ID: Spencer.

Swiping the screen, you brought it up to your ear, “Hi, honey.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked you immediately, “You sound upset.”

You sniffled, “No, it’s fine. I just…” you searched your mind for a fib, “There’s something going around the school. A stomach bug or something.”

In the background of the call, you heard the dinging of elevators, familiar BAU sounds, “Yeah, it sounds like Henry’s picked something up, so JJ’s headed home early. I’m worried Jack might’ve gotten it too, Hotch left in kind of a hurry not too long ago.”

Chewing on the inside of your lip, you nodded to yourself, “Uh, yeah. I’m just about to head home myself.”

“Well, with the team down two, Rossi decided we should just call it a day, so I’m actually on my way out too,” he told you. “I was wondering if you wanted to try to take the kids to that new playground out by Falls Church, but if you’re not feeling well, I can just take them and let you rest.”

You laughed weakly, more at the situation than anything, “I’d love to, and the kids will like it too.” At the very least, they’d sleep well tonight after playing their energy away.

He hummed over the phone, “Perfect, I’ll see you when I get home?” He asked, acknowledging that you had a shorter commute than him and would likely beat him home.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, standing up and gathering your things with your phone wedged between your shoulder and cheek. “Hey, Spence?”

“Yes, lovely?” He chirped in response, clearly in a much better mood than you.

You sighed, “I love you.”

He was silent for a moment, “Are you sure you’re alright? Is something wrong?”

Shaking his head even though he couldn’t see, you answered, “I just really, really love you.”

“Well,” he responded, his grin apparent in his tone, “I really, really love you too.”

[mint-8]

Platonic Yandere Kindergarten Teacher x GN! Child! Reader

Content/Trigger warning: Mentions of child kidnapping.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher has experienced a lot of pain in their life, just as many hardships and sorrows have followed them as well. Yet, they never lost their kindness and will to live. They pushed through it all and managed to graduate to later pursue their dreams as a teacher. They wished to give the youth the guidance and love that they themselves yearned and craved for so many years during their childhood.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher who couldn't really get a job anywhere else other than at the local nursery, so they took the position and passed the interview with flying colors. They are patient, sweet, and attentive to each and every child that ever enters the kindergarten. They are always there to listen to their over excited rablings about what they did that morning and dutifully follow any pretend play the little ones come up with. They skillfully the classroom clean and tidy (well, as much as it's possible with toddlers running around the place), send the babies to sleep during nap time, entertaining them with plays and games and teaching them important lessons about sharing and being polite.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher who first meets you while they are walking around the town's park. One minute, they are leisurely strolling in a sunny day, and the next, a chubby baby, you is clinging to their legs for dear life. They are used to children being clingy, but that's not important right now! Why is the most adorable toddler in existence alone in here and unsupervised!?

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher is already planning to take you home with them and build the best nursery in the world until they hear the worried cries of someone. Your guardian, seemingly tired and with tears running down their cheeks, yanks you away from Yandere Kindergarten Teacher's hands and into a loving embrace. They are apologizing a mile a minute, explaining how they were so sleep deprived of your nightly crying (bullshit, in Yandere Kindergarten Teacher's opinion) and how they fell asleep on a bench near the playground area and how you most likely got off your stroller and wandered off on your own.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher is already fuming with rage from the nonsense coming from your guardian's mouth. How dare they lose sight from the most adorable and angelic baby in existence by saying they were too tired? Preposterous! But they are able to keep it hidden, under a false facade of attention and worry. While they listen to your guardian's ramblings, in their head they have already decided they need to be closer to you so as to properly take care of you. Your guardian isn't doing a good enough job clearly! So who better than themselves to properly look after you and give the love and attention you deserve?

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher who mentions the nursery they work at to your guardian. How modern and affordable it is, and how every single staff member takes care of the children as if they were their own! They are delighted when your guardian's expression of tiredness and gloom shift into a hopeful and excited one.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher is so happy when they see you at the nursery as a new addition to their classroom alongside your sheepish guardian who personally hands you over to them, citing that they 'trust them after last week's fiasco'.

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher can't contain their excitement any longer, and after your guardian leaves the premises, they do a full spin and jump with glee while warmly hugging you! They are so happy their sweetness is here, and they are committed to providing you with the best care and treatment they possibly can!

"We'll have so much sunshine!"

(Happy giggles)

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher is extra patient with you, only reads the bedtime stories you like during nap time, sneaks you little sweets and treats, always prioritizes your opinion whenever they play games, insist to your guardian that you can be left with them well after hours so that they can go and get that bread, throws away the lunches your guardian made and cooks better ones for you, convinces your guardian to hiring them as your permanent babysitter, builds a nursery in their home and prepare everything they will need when they finally kidnap you and brings you home. You know, just small things :)

- Yandere Kindergarten Teacher absolutely loves that you are baby, so it isn't as difficult to deal with you if you were older. But don't you dare think even for a second that they wouldn't love you as much, if not more, if you were any older. Whether you are a toddler, a child, a teenager, an adult, or an elder, their love and devotion wouldn't change in the least. They are more than willing to get their hands dirty for your sake, but the discovery would be extremely upsetting to you, so it's better to work around it. But if worst comes to worst, they won't hesitate :)

"You are the cutest thing in this world, you know that?"

"..."

"The most adorable, chubby little baby I've ever met"

"..."

"I'll make sure to destroy anyone who ever dares to hurt you and fight against the devil itself if it means seeing you smile"

"... Poo..."

"... Of course, sweetie, let's get you changed"

[chrissdollie]

can you imagine bakugou having a gf whos a teacher?? think of him having a girl who teaches kindergarten :( when he sees u teaching a student ab counting apples or something, his mind is going to be flooded with thoughts of having children with you. just watching you being so gentle nd sweet with the little brats munchkins turns his brain into mush.

one day, he pays a visit to your classroom wearing his hero costume for a requested q&a. everybody's in awe just looking at him, even if they don't know who he is. the students whisper to their friends at small desks as bakugou's large figure just struts in loll.

you give him a tiny little peck when he walks inside, to which some kids snicker and "ooohh". you clap your hands together to grab their attention. "okay boys and girls, let's walk over to the magic carpet for circle time!" you announce, leading your boyfriend to the large rug where two chairs were set.

the kids sit crisscrossed in a circle excitedly waiting to talk to the number two hero. bakugou grows shy as he sits down somewhat awkwardly. he feels silly, speaking to crowds ten times bigger than this on a daily basis was nothing, so what's the big deal? "today we have a special guest joining us for circle time! does anyone know who he is?" you grin toothily as many hands go up. "yes, ryu?" you pick on an adorable little boy in the center of the carpet. "that's mr. dynamite from the news!" he yelled.

"that's right, ryu! but let's use our inside voices, please." you smiled. "does anyone know what mr. dynamite does?" you questioned again. one little girl was squirming in her seat, hand held high. "go ahead, kanako." you nodded to the girl who sat up straighter upon being called on.

"he saves people, l/n-sensei!"

"damn right i do." bakugou smirked pridefully. you lightly nudged his shoulder. "no cursing." you whispered. he rolled his eyes but listened nonetheless. "okay, starting from this side of the rug," you pointed to the left. "you can ask anything you want to the hero, as long as you are kind. and if you don't have a question just say 'pass' and we'll go straight to the next person." you announced. all the children nodded in unison.

"start us off, please." you handed the 'talking mic' to the first kid. "mr. dynamite sir, where are your blasters?" he curiously turned his head to the side. "huh?-" bakugou looked down at his hands. "my gauntlets? left those guys at work. they're too powerful to be here." he answered.

the punks students continued to ask their questions and bakugou replied calmly like this was an everyday event. "you're big." a boy stated. bakugou quirked a brow. that's all this brat had to say? "i know." he replied nonchalantly. "why?" the kid blinked, keeping a straight face.

"uh, why?? i dunno, kid. jus' the way i am." he shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. the kid folded his arms and moved to sit on his knees. "it's my turn now.." a quiet girl next to him tapped on his shoulder, reaching out for the mic. the boy stuck out his tongue at her before turning away to look at bakugou again. "thas' not a real answer."

"kenji, that wasn't kind. you had your turn, now please give the mic to haru." you frowned. haru's eyes turned glossy and her lip began to quiver, but kenji still wasn't letting up. "thas' not fair, sensei!" kenji whined.

"hold it, kid." bakugou stepped in. kenji's attention turned to bakugou, an angry pout written all over his face. "ya ask me sum dumb question," he began. oh gosh, a dumb question? he's not wrong, but he can't say that to a 5 year old! "katsuki." you muttered, trying to get him to stop. but he kept going anyway.

"but i answered it, right? y'r not being a team player to y'r classmate, buddy." bakugou finished, waiting to see what would happen next. the room fell silent. kenji had listened, handed the microphone to haru. he was still upset though, everyone could see it.

"one minute, haru. kenji," you called out. the boy looked up with fat tears in his eyes. "is there something you want to say to your friend?" kenji wiped his eyes with the back of sleeve and mumbled "sorry." to haru. "is okay." haru accepted happily with a toothy grin.

bakugou leaned back in his chair, feeling satisfied with himself as the questions continued. huh, who knew right? you could get used to this.

when the period was over, bakugou waved goodbye to all the kids. however, he bent down in front of kenji and put his fist out. although the child was still somewhat annoyed, he couldn't hold in his grin as he fist bumped a pro hero. "let's all say 'thank you' to, mr. dynamite!" you stood up from your chair, folding your hands together.

"thank you, mr. dynamite!!"

bakugou kissed your cheek and walked to the door with you following behind. you opened the door and he adjusted his mask quickly. he ruffled your hair. "see ya at home, babe."

[enderlovez]

Advent Calendar

Spencer Reid x Kindergarten Teacher Reader WORD COUNT: 628

Summary: You've always been the kind of teacher who goes out of her way to make sure her students have a good time, so it's no surprise to Spencer when he finds you awake in the middle of the night making little advent calendars for your kindergarteners.

Content Warning: literally none, this is so cute

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Your hands are smothered in glitter and paint and globs of colorful glue, some even beginning to dry on your clothes and into your hair as you keep absentmindedly pushing loose strands out of your face.

Spencer thinks you look absolutely adorable, as you struggle to assemble a tiny paper reindeer, tongue poking out in concentration, but he knows you wouldn't appreciate having glue stuck in your hair.

You're not yet aware of Spencer's presence in your apartment, since he came in using the spare key you gave him a few weeks ago.

The faintest creak of the floorboards across the room pulls your attention away from the paper reindeer, fingers freezing mid-glue as you look up and settle your gaze on Spencer.

"Don't mind me," he says, his voice laced with quiet amusement. "I'm just observing a master at work."

You jump to your feet, cheeks already heating. "What are you doing here?" you question frantically, wiping your glittery hands on your shirt—something to worry about later.

He holds up the spare key, his lips twitching into a small smile. "You mentioned you were doing something for your class. Thought I'd stop by to check on you."

"Check on me, or make fun of me?" you retort, brushing a stray bit of glitter off your face—though it only works to smear the sparkles further, eliciting a frustrated groan from the back of your throat.

"Both, maybe," he teases, stepping closer and tucking the key safely into his pocket. His gaze quickly sweeps over your workspace—the piles of tiny candies, neatly folded ribbons, and mismatches piles of construction paper. "You really go all out for your kids, don't you?"

It's not even really a question, because Spencer already knows you do. This isn't the first time he's visited you in the midst of creating something special for your students.

You shrug, the defensiveness melting from your voice. "They deserve it," you murmur as you drop back down onto the couch. "It's just... nice to give them something to look forward to. Some of them don't have the same privileges as others."

Spencer nods, his expression softening as he kneels to your level, inspecting the chaos. "You've got paint in your hair, by the way. And glitter," he points out, lightly tugging at a stray, glitter-dusted lock.

"Great," you mutter, grabbing for a damp cloth you set aside in advance, but Spencer stops you with a chuckle.

"Leave it. It suits you."

The warmth in his tone tends a flutter through your chest. He reaches past you to pick up one of the fifteen half-finished advent calendars, his long fingers careful not to smudge your work—and a lot of work it is. "You know, statistically, kindergarten teachers are some of the most dedicated professionals in their field."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "And statistically, how often do FBI agents barge into their girlfriends' apartments in the middle of the night to watch them drown in glitter?"

Spencer grins, setting the drying calendar back down. "I think you're a unique case."

You narrow your eyes at him in mock offense, but the smile forcing its way onto your face gives you away.

"Well, don't just stand there and watch, Doctor Reid. Grab some scissors and glitter," you say, resuming where you left off on the little paper reindeer. "If you're going to interrupt, you might as well help."

His eyebrows lift in false surprise, but he doesn't argue. Instead, he plops down beside you on the sofa, his own hands soon joining yours in the mess of paper and glue and glitter.

He's much more efficient than you in terms of how quickly he can put together a tiny paper reindeer, is all you have to say about the experience.

[seokminfilm]

mary janes | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warning: non-idol au, kindergarten teacher!seokmin, fluff & romance, kissing, mentions of marriage, slightly suggestive, seokmin uses love & sweetheart, reader uses love and seokmin's nicknames, reader is called mrs. lee by the children, christmas is literally so in, the usual "seokmin soft hours" turn into "(not-so) soft seokmin hours"

Kids ran around like crazy as people started to settle into their seats, and the kindergarten teachers patrolled backstage, browsing to make sure all of their kids were ready and in position. You smiled at two of them as they passed, and they waved at you, familiar with you since you were related to Seokmin, your boyfriend of a year and one of the aforementioned kindergarten teachers.

“Ji-ah?” Seokmin asked, and a tiny female voice answered with a chirpy “Here!”, causing him to smile and mark at his clipboard again. “Seojoon–we are not using the confetti baskets yet. Put them down.” Seokmin sighed tiredly, and the troublemaker reluctantly applied, dropping the basket as other kids snickered.

“Alright, everyone! We’re almost there—” Seokmin consoles the impatient children, glancing down at his watch as he smiles. “Just twenty more minutes.”

“Twenty more minutes?” A little girl asks, and half of the class groans and sighs. “I can’t wait any more! I want to go sing now!” “Why do we have to wait?” “Ugh, this is gonna take forever!” The bunch of kids started complaining, little voices coming together to make a stew of impatient sounds, to which Seokmin had to silence them all.

“If you all listen to me and just continue having quiet talking sessions, time will fly by quickly, I promise,” Seokmin’s brown eyes were wide as he gave them a sweet smile, and all of them were easily persuaded, falling to the ground as they sat with their friends and talked. 

Warm with the feeling of greeting parents, grandparents, and family members, and the lingering spirit of decorating the school’s lobby and handing out candy canes warming your heart even more, you came to approach your boyfriend, tapping him on the shoulder as he turned to you.

“And there’s my love.” His voice softened, reminding you of the intimate times you spent at home together, baking Christmas cookies or decorating your small apartment.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Seokmin kissed your cheek, and you smiled, holding his hand as you greeted him. “Hi, Seok. Is everything going well?”

He laughs dryly, rubbing his forehead tiredly as he mumbles, “Surprisingly. I think it’s a Christmas miracle.” You laugh animatedly at his apparent tiredness, and you squeeze his muscled arm hiding under his collared black suit, giving him a sweet smile.

“You’re doing great, love.” You promise, and Seokmin can’t help but break into his signature dazzling smile, leaning into you as a type of discreet hug.

“Mrs. Lee!” One of the students happily exclaims, and the whole class erupts in cheers to which you try to calm them all, pulling away to give each of them a hug.

All of Seokmin’s class were enamored with you—they treated you so much differently from Seokmin and listened to you faster than they did any teacher.

They referred to you with Seokmin’s last name, and no matter how much you corrected them, they never stopped. Even though it made you blush, Seokmin found it quite cute, and therefore the kids continued to call you Mrs. Lee.

“Hi, everyone! Are we all excited?” You ask, and the small crowd of kids erupt into cheers and chatting, to which both you and Seokmin get them to quiet down. “I’m excited to hear you all too. Just please keep quiet for me, okay? We’re starting in ten minutes now.” 

“Ten minutes?” “Ten minutes!” “That’s still so long!” “Oh, I can’t wait to sing and wave to my mommy and daddy!” The kids all run up to you and express their excitement, to which you laugh and cheer them all on as you interact with them quietly.

Seokmin’s eyes light up with love for you as he watches you interact with his students like it’s second nature to you. You weren’t a teacher or a person who worked with kids often, as you were a barista at a low-energy cafe where college students spend their mid-terms: you still interacted with children like you were made for it, and it made Seokmin’s heart pound as you hugged a rather shy girl, making sure to comfort her apparent nerves.

At that moment in time, Seokmin wondered what it would be like to give you a baby of your own. He dreamed about how it would have his nose and your soft lips, and how you’d love it and take care of it just like you did the children of his classroom. A tiny boy’s hands wrapped around your hands had Seokmin’s heart melt a little more, and he had to bite back the urge to kiss you out of your pretty red dress and Mary Jane heels you had worn for the occasion.

“Mr. Lee, I have to tinkle.” The shockingly vulgar comment slapped Seokmin back into the now—back into the craziness of there being less than five minutes before the classes assembled on the stage, and back to the fact that a little boy about the age of 5 had to pee.

“You have to use the bathroom? Now?” Seokmin’s face was quite red from the fact he was thinking about some not-so-kindergarten-friendly things about you while surrounded by five-year-olds and a child had tugged on his pants to let him know that he had to tinkle.

“Mhm, I can’t wait.” The boy frowned, and Seokmin put his hand on the boy’s back, leading him to you as he sighed. “Hey, love, can you take Seunghae to the bathroom?” Seokmin sighed, and you looked at him surprised, stunned by both his reddened face and the red face of the kid who had to use the bathroom—currently holding his crotch with an urgency in his eyes. Wanting to question Seokmin as to why his cheeks were a bright red, you nodded quickly, escorting Seungjae to the tiny, slightly rickety bathroom backstage.

Once you finally got Seungjae to stop sniffing the scented cubes decorating the dusty bathroom, you ushered him back to Seokmin’s now-standing class, inserting him into the line as all the kids were giving Seokmin tiny thumbs up as he prepared to go out and speak to the eager congregation.

“You’ve got this, Minnie. You’re gonna do great.” You give him a quick, modest peck to his warm cheekbone, and he smiles at you, eyes raking over your pretty features he had memorized a thousand times before as he fell in love with you a little more. “Thank you, sweetheart. Keep them organized for me.”

You smile before quieting the kids, giving him a pretty, dazzling smile as he feels all his worries and tenseness wither away in the blink of your sparkling eyes. He enters the stage as a new person, overjoyed and more than ready to lead the children through the Christmas program he had worked so hard to present.

“Goodbye, Mr. Lee! See you in three weeks!” One of the girls you had recognized as one of the ones who had a massive crush on Seokmin squealed, and he smiled, handing the sign-out clipboard to another parent whose child was holding onto his hand, tears in his eyes as if he didn’t want to leave.

The Christmas program was a success—even with its slipups and unexpected plot twists. All the children were on their best behavior, even if some had their unexpected spotlights (referring to that one part of 12 Days of Christmas where the kid burst out into tears instead of saying five golden rings), and the parents gave everyone a standing ovation at the end.

“I don’t wanna leave you!” The kid screamed as tears poured down his face, and Seokmin dropped to his knees, wiping the tears away from the boy as he gave a soft smile.

“You have three weeks of no school and no counting! Enjoy it for me, okay?” Seokmin holds up his hand for a high five, and the boy slowly calms down, giving him a high five nevertheless as his dad picks him up and thanks Seokmin before saying goodbye.

“Good work tonight, love. You were great with the kids. I think they love you more than me.” Seokmin frowns, and you can’t help but laugh, hand landing on his firm chest as he smiles down at you. “I love you more than me, so I can’t pretend like they’re wrong for that.” You reply, and Seokmin glares at you, a playful yet warning look on his face as he crosses his arms.

“You better not love yourself more than me. You’re just as special to you as I am to you.” Seokmin’s voice is serious, and you kiss the tip of his nose, watching as his hard countenance breaks and reveals his famous wide smile and sparkling, crescent-shaped eyes as you sigh.

“Okay, okay. Don’t lose it just yet, Mr. Lee.” You tap his lapel, and he just grins at you, smile fading just a bit as you check the clipboard, your eyes dancing over the now checked-off names.

“Well, that’s everyone,” You mark the last name off on the clipboard, double-checking as you look at Seokmin again. His eyes are already on yours, and the soft smile on his lips is enough to make your whole body heat up. “What?”

“You look so pretty, baby. I love your Mary Janes and those delicate sparkly tights you have on.” Seokmin’s hand ghosts over your waist and glides down your hip slowly before you giggle, pulling away. “Thank you, Minnie—you do know we’re still in the school’s foyer, right?”

“I do,” Seokmin’s voice is lowered, and he looks at you with those pretty brown eyes, hand going to cup your cheek as he smiles. “We are done with the Christmas program, and I’m allowed to go home, so why don’t we change that?”

“Yeah, okay,” you agree, clearly softened by Seokmin’s smooth, enticing voice. He giggles at your dazed expression and takes your hand, quickly saying goodbye to his chatting co-workers before leading you to the car.

Even though it was cold outside and snow was falling, you didn’t feel the chill at all. It felt overwhelmingly warm between you and now hot and bothered boyfriend Seokmin, and you both knew there was only one way to solve that problem.

One you couldn’t solve with your pretty Mary Janes on.

[lavendermin]

Related to the kindergarten teacher au, if dilf jing yuan ends up sulking thinking you’re pregnant by another person he’d be miserable like Howl when his hair changes color and he’s in his fancy bed with all the trinkets. In bed sulking and feeling miserable with his pretty face and fluffy silvery hair laid out all prettily.

And Yanqing is just like baba I want more cheerios (he has no clue what’s wrong with him but baby want snack. Get it together baba)

[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

[1] Parent-Teacher Conferences

Summary: James meets his favorite student's mother for the first time.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by this post by @ravishinglavishingluvr

Next Part: Seeing Each Other Around Town Series Masterlist here

teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james teacher!james te—

specifically james as a kindergarten teacher

(see inspiration post)

(just kindergarten instead of preschool)

(yaknow, for the plot)

Okok lets get started :D:D:D

You’ve got a sweet baby boy of a son (I’m sorry if you don’t!! I also don’t but idk my stepmom is pregnant with a boy and I’m super excited and this mess is what came out so here you go)

And he’s five and in James’ kindergarten class

Baby boy is just the sweetest little thing

James loves him to death

He’s smart and nice and helpful and just an absolute gem

Like seriously tho James goes to the library during his lunch break to hang out with school librarian!Remus and school secretary!Sirius and just can’t shut up about how much he loves your son like James just talks about him the whole lunch period

And Remus and Sirius are like

“That’s great, James 😐"

But James doesn’t care he’s just too excited to have such a bright young boy in his class

And also (because James is nosy af) he’s super curious to see what kind of parents this kid has

So parent-teacher conferences roll around and he’s like “What kind of geniuses are raising this kid?? Let’s see em????”

And then nurse!reader rolls up to the 7:30 PM meeting, still in her hospital scrubs and profusely apologizing for being like three minutes late

And James is like

What.

Not at ALLLLLL what he was expecting

(not that he’s complaining, you’re fucking adorable and a great break from all the stuffy parents he’s had to deal with all day)

So you and him sit down and talk about your son’s work at school

And James just gushes about him to you practically the whole time

Like legit James fell for him before he even met you

Meanwhile you’re like

1) damn i didn’t know my kid’s teacher was so pretty

(Not like that’s important ofc because you have priorities and your son always comes first.)

And 2) but like can my son read?? Can he do math?? Are you teaching him science sir????

And James is like “yeah but he’s NICE and KIND and EMPATHETIC

“DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET FIVE YEAR OLDS TO SAY THEY’RE SORRY

“AND HE JUST DOES IT”

And you’re like

“……yeah…… bc that’s an important part of learning to be a good person … ofc I showed him how to be kind?? Like what????”

And James

(poor baby’s bar is on the floor from all the Karens who’s kids he teaches)

He’s just so enamored about how you’re just like naturally kind and caring??

And you imparted that onto your kid????

Your conference time is the last one on James’ schedule, and he absolutely irritates the fuck out of Remus and Sirius as he drives them back to their flat

Like he can’t shut up about you

And your kid

Like he just loves your son

And has a little puppy-love crush on you

Remus pretends to be annoyed and Sirius teases him

But when James drops them off they’re already planning your wedding

(Remus: “You know, we haven’t actually even met her …” Sirius: “So? Have you ever seen James this smitten??? It’ll happen, love. Trust the process.”

Next Part: Seeing Each Other Around Town

[calliopesdiary]

Hi lovely! I love your writing! Can you do a single dad! james one shot where harry is in kindergarten (lily isn’t in the picture) and you’re harry’s teacher and james has a crush on you? No pressure if you don’t have time! Thank you!

hi dovie!! thanks for much for requesting! i was on holiday so i couldn’t respond quickly but i hope this was worth the wait 😊

-

Paper Rings~💌

singledad!jamespotter x fem!kindergartenteacher!reader

summary; Harry is a charming kid, but his dad might be even more charming.

a/n; no hate to my girl lily! i just like to imagine that she’s with mary or pandora (:

wc; 1.2k

warnings; none (:

contents; muggle au, james sirius and remus co-parent harry, lily isnt in the picture

YOU WERE NERVOUS, i mean, rightfully so.

Monday, August 23rd. the first day of school, and the first day of your new job.

in the past, you thought you’d be anything but a kindergarten teacher. but after volunteering with a local daycare over the summer…

you were smitten.

besides, you knew one day you’d actually have kids. but that was about… seven years down the line. (yes, you had your future all mapped out)

and it’s better this way, really. you get to hang out with the kids, paint with them, read with them, talk to them, and then at three o’clock you can just return them back to their parents and not have to deal with kids all night.

perfect plan, right?

wrong.

after pacing your well-decorated classroom back and forth about sixteen times in the past twelve minutes, a fellow teacher came in to chat.

“Hi, you’re Y/N, right?”

you spun around to the source of the greeting.

“sorry, yes, i am.”

you shook his hand with an anxious type of firmness.

“it’s nice to meet you, i’m Remus. i teach seventh grade.”

his smile lit up the awkward mood in the room.

“i assume you’re a bit nervous, yes?”

“a bit more than a bit.”

you admitted embarrassingly, they were just kids.

“well, you’ve definitely gotten the best age group to start out with.”

“i have?”

“mhm, all you have to do really is teach them their ABCs, and make sure they don’t eat the non-toxic paint.”

you let out a soft chuckle at that.

“i’ll certainly try my best, Remus.” he smiled.

“well, you’re about to get some kids in here so i should probably leave. just be careful, when i started out i was so much taller than the kids that some of them climbed onto me like i was a tree.”

he chuckled, definitely easing your nerves.

“that sounds like hell.”

“it was.” he nodded, closing your door with a soft thud, leaving you to your own thoughts and feelings.

until a young boy walked in with his dad, nervously clutching onto his big hand.

“hi… you’re ms. L/N, right?”

the dad spoke in a soft spoken manner, clearly not wanting to spook his son. (totally not because he was absolutely astonished and terrified that his sons teacher was maybe the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen)

“yes, i am.”

you answered with the same tone, swallowing down your anxiety.

“well… this is harry.”

Harry ducked behind his legs.

“i’m sorry, he’s not usually shy.”

“it’s alright, everybody gets nervous the first time they try anything.”

you crouched down to the boys level.

“hi, Harry. i’m Ms. L/N.”

“h-hi, Mrs. L/N."

the boy smiled cheekily as he held his little hands.

"we're gonna have so much fun today, so don't be scared." you returned his smile, yet you were probably about as nervous as he was.

you stood back up to face his dad, he was tall... very tall, and his eyes a hazel hue.

god, was he handsome.

no, that was not a good thing to say about someone who was definitely married with a kid.

but... maybe just sneak one more glance..

but, of course. the kids began to pile in, and the handsome young dilf dad waved goodbye to his son, and turned to leave.

little did you know he was thinking of you too.

your first day on the job was incredible, and time had flown by to Christmas Break.

your classroom was lovingly decorated for the holidays, and you had gotten to know your peers a bit better.

Remus was definitely your teacher buddy, you'd get coffee every Friday after school to discuss the past week and your plans for the next.

you had come to find out (through these coffee debriefs) that Remus was actually roommates with James- Harry's incredibly hot father.

and Remus was practically Harry's uncle, along with his long-time boyfriend, Sirius,

"So you're the Moony Harry is always talking about." He chuckled, blushing embarrassingly at the nickname.

"Moony was a nickname from High School, but Remus is difficult for Harry to pronounce so we went with that to make it easier."

You smiled, Harry was a very smart kid for his age.

"so.. James, is he-?"

"single? yeah, he chased after his highschool crush for about seven years at our boarding school, and once she finally gave in they got married quickly. but she eventually realized that she didn't like James that way, and had a thing for our close friend, Mary. so they broke off, luckily it wasn't a nasty divorce but Mary wasn't ready to take on the burden of a child, so James took Harry and now he lives with us."

Remus quickly explained before realizing that was probably a ton to drop onto you all the sudden.

"i-.. sorry, i didn't mean to drop that all on you at once."

"it's alright, and i'm sorry for James."

"he's alright now, the divorce took a large blow onto all of us, since... you know.."

"from the outside it looked perfect, didn't it?"

"couldn't have explained it better myself."

He smiled, sipping on his tea.

"besides, i think he's got his eye on someone."

"oh really? who?" that was a selfish question.

"you."

"w...what?"

you deadpanned, thinking he was joking.

why hasn't he said he was kidding?

where's the punchline?

"he wont stop bloody rambling about you, Y/N."

"what?!"

"yes! he wouldn't stop talking about how you had these braided pigtails two or three weeks ago and how adorable you looked-"

his rambling about James' minute obsession with you faded into the background as you attempted to process-

James, James Potter, James Fleamont Potter, your favorite students father.

likes you, his sons Kindergarten teacher who probably has black circles under her eyes because she barely sleeps anymore cause she stays up and thinks about him-

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?"

Remus broke you out of your thought jail.

"i said that you need to set something up with him, because i know you like him too and i cant keep being the monkey in the middle and trying to get you both to finally wake the fuck up and date eachother!"

You'd never heard Remus so insistent, he was always so calm and collected.

"Remus... i've never asked anyone out before."

"And? it's really not that difficult."

you sighed, pinching your nose bridge softly.

"fine, fine. I'll talk to him Monday."

and you dreaded Monday, but it also couldn't come soon enough.

after finishing up your classes for the day, you walked Harry to James.

"Hey.. Y/N."

"James."

"Daddy!" Harry went running to James, gripping onto his leg with all of his toddler force.

"He did great today, as usual."

"That's great to hear..."

You accidentally stared into his eyes for moments longer than you should have, but it didn't feel awkward.

"Y/N, I have something i need to tell you."

"i have something i need to tell you too..."

"I like you, alot."

you blushed furiously, why wasn't this easy?

"i-i-i like you too.. alot."

"would you... want to go out for dinner, sometime?"

"I'd like that."

"FINALLY!" shouted an exasperated Harry.

[afterartist]

Can’t belive its taken over a year to draw fanart for genuinely one of my all time favourite series and when I do it’s just a badly drawn crapy meme

Be who you areeeee~~ ( sobbing)

[patheticbabie]

oh my god, literally on my knees for kindergarten teacher! dick grayson, you genius

he's got the fun class, his class is always up for mischief 

all you hear if you walk past his classroom, is little giggles from his students

whenever it's one of his students birthday's, he'll always have a gift ready for them

his kiddos love story time, because as I quote "Mr Grayson does the funniest voices"

now the first time you met him, is when your daughter Lily is a new student (moving to a new city is daunting for a little girl and her single mum)

being the new kid is daunting, let alone when you're in kindergarten, but Dick made sure to make sure she's welcomed into his class

he has a special lolly jar for when the kiddos get rewarded for something good

he figured that's a sure way to get her to be less shy

at the end of the school day, she was all smiles and giggles. Bouncing on the spot near Dick, while seeing you walk towards the two of them

Dick's eyes widen as he first saw you, you literally took his breath away

when you bent down to your daughters level and smothered her in kisses while hugging her, he couldn't help but melt and smile at the scene

"Lily made a lot of friends and just between you and me, I kind of got her to open up with some lollies"

finally looking up, you were greeted with the most dashing smile and ocean blue eyes that gazed at you softly. This man was downright pretty

both of you trying to keep your composure, as you both looked at each other

introducing each other with soft smiles and a handshake, you both swore you felt an electric zap run through you as your fingers touched

from there you always made sure to arrive at least 10mins early for after school pick up time, just to get the chance to talk to him

it starts out with small things, asking how about each others day, funny things that happened in his class, to asking what's happening on the weekend

one day, when you were dropping Lily off to her class, she handed you a small bunch of lilies, slyly saying it's for Mr. Grayson. As you watch her run to her friends and giggle (our little matchmaker)

walking up to Dick, you tapped his shoulder, and once again you're mesmerised by those blue eyes

"...are those for me?"

shyly nodding and handing him the flowers "Lilies, because well I guess you can tell they're my favourite because of Lily"

hearing that laugh instantly made you feel warm, wanting nothing more than to always hear it, every morning and every night

it wasn't until the end of the school week that Dick finally got the courage to ask you out

the classic, dinner, movie and the late night dessert spot

you two sitting across from each other in the booth at the ice cream shop, his eyes are sparkling as he listens to you

leaning across from the table, he reached for the little bit of whipped cream on the corner of your lips

"....there...." he whispered as he licked the whipped cream off his thumb

your breath hitched as you watched him

"Dick....?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Kiss me"

your first kiss was as sweet as the ice cream, soft but delicate

it's 3 months when he asked you to be official, of course with the help of Lily

the moment you two told her, she couldn't help but giggle and say confidently "you're welcome, can I be the flower girl for the wedding?"

you both said I love you during a quiet night where he spent the night at your place, cuddling and talking about whatever came to mind

when you have a day off, you stop by his classroom and have lunch together

a lot of sneaky make out sessions (it's hard when you have a 5 year old in the apartment)

the night when Lily is with her grandma, that's when you and Dick had a romantic dinner, he cooked. With you distracting him with kisses on his neck, a few pecks and hands roaming under his shirt

he was soft and gentle when you two made love for the first time

[pathologicalreid]

falling flat | s.r.

in which you call Spencer for help with a flat tire, and he comes to help with you car troubles - and then some

margovember

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: allusions to the reaper, car trouble, blood, tetanus vaccine, kindergarten teacher!reader, flirting, protective!spencer, takes place following 5x22 "the internet is forever", hastily edited word count: 1.87k a/n: rahhhh an old prompt from may 2024 that ended up working for a margovember request rahhh.

The absolute last place you wanted to be was on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere Virginia, with a flat tire. You weren’t entirely helpless until your tire jack broke, sending metal flying everywhere and cutting your hand open.

You slumped down next to your car, pulling your phone from your pocket before calling the first people you could think of. Every single one of them ended up going to voicemail. Some of them didn’t even let it get past the first ring before declining your call—traitors.

With your thumb hovering over the call button, you thought of Spencer. He had a PhD in engineering, but you weren’t entirely sure that would come in handy in this instance. It was late, almost midnight, and you weren’t even sure he’d answer.

At this point, what choice did you have?

As the phone rang, part of you hoped he wouldn’t answer. When he asked you about it the next time you saw him, you’d wave it off as a butt dial and he’d be none the wiser.

“Hello,” he said through the phone, leaving your plans quashed.

This was awkward, you had been on four dates with the guy over the span of two months, and now you were calling him in the middle of the night. “This isn’t a booty call,” You blurted, cringing inwardly and banging your head back on the passenger door of your car.

Spencer laughed lightly, “I didn’t think it was, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You asked, his job had a lot of long hours, and you didn’t want to bother him if he was catching up on sleep. If he was even home, “Wait, where are you?”

There was a rustling on his end of the call, “No, I wasn’t asleep, I’m at work. We just got off of a case.”

You let out a sigh of relief, at least you weren’t being a total nuisance. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you. I just… my tire blew out on the highway and my jack broke and no one else is answering their phone,” you told him, verging on rambling.

“You’re kind of cutting out, where are you?” He asked, he sounded concerned, and if there was a moment where you weren’t sure you still had feelings for him, it was fleeting.

Looking to either side of you for a mile marker, you stood up, looking at the ground so you didn’t step on any metal, “I don’t really know. There aren’t any signs, I’m somewhere on 28, I think?”

Spencer cleared his throat, “Do you have your location on your phone?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I have enough service to check it,” you said, all you could see were trees.

You could hear him talking to someone, holding the receiver away from his mouth, “That’s fine, I’ll have someone look, just stay on the phone.”

It would seem that dating someone in the FBI does have its perks, “Oh, cool.” You overheard Spencer explaining your situation to someone, hearing the other person in the room say something about Reid’s girlfriend and you couldn’t help but smile. The two of you were very unofficially official.

“Hey, I’ll be there in half an hour,” An elevator dinged in the background. “Is that alright?”

You hummed, leaning your hip against the front of your car. “I mean, I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

Another ding of the elevator, “Will you do me a favor?”

In exchange for this? You’d do just about anything within the realm of legality, “Name it.”

“Get in your car and lock the doors,” he responded. “Turn your hazards on because right now you’re a sitting duck. If someone doesn’t see your car, they could hit you.”

As a favor, he was asking you to make sure you’re safe, “Okay, I’m getting in now, should I leave the car running?”

You heard the sound of a car lock disengaging through the phone, “As long as the cooling system on your car is in good shape, it shouldn’t be a problem to leave it running while you wait. Just remember what I told you about the hazards.”

Nodding despite the fact that he can’t see you, you got in the car, turning the key in the ignition before pushing the button for your hazard lights, “Okay, I’m in the car.”

“I can’t drive and be on the phone at the same time, but I’ll be there soon. Don’t unlock the doors for anyone except for me,” he told you, and you thanked him for his help before hanging up and settling yourself in your driver’s seat.

You pulled the hoodie you kept stashed in your car over your head, your school mascot—a panther—proudly displayed in the front, and made sure your car doors were locked. If you said you weren’t a little unnerved, you’d be lying to yourself.

Spencer had a worrisome job; it was something you were aware of before he ever asked you on that first date. It became alarmingly obvious to you when he revealed that he’d been shot a few months prior, which was an appropriate second-date conversation with an FBI agent. It made sense to you that he’d be concerned about you, in your idle car, on the side of the road, but you wondered if there was a case that he was thinking of. Someone with a flat tire who had met an untimely demise.

Shuddering, you turned up the heat in your car, flipping through radio stations until someone knocked on your window. You jumped at the noise, hitting your head against the roof of the car before looking outside to see Spencer. Sighing in relief, you unlocked your car door, and he opened it for you, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Is your head alright?”

You peered up at him, casually leaning over your car door. “You cut your hair,” you observed. You’d seen him just last week, where his hair still touched his shoulders, and now it was considerably shorter.

Self-consciously, he reached up a hand and thumbed one of the tendrils, “Yeah, it just got too long—and heavy.”

Resisting the urge to ruffle his hair, your head bobbed, “I like it. Did you do it yourself?”

“You can tell?” He asked, following you around the back of your car to your busted tire. Spencer sets his tire jack down before looking back at you, putting his hands on his hips.

Grinning at him, you shrugged, “I teach kindergarten, I’m basically a professional at noticing DIY haircuts.”

On a towel that you had previously set out, the two of you sat along the side of your car, and you tried to ignore the fact that Spencer still had his weapon holstered. It made sense, he’d come straight from work, but you wondered if there was a reason he didn’t leave it in his car. “Where’s your lug wrench?”

“I can change it myself,” you insisted, “I just needed a different car jack.” You gestured to the pieces of yours that were now all over the side of the road.

Alarm flashed on Spencer’s face, “Nothing fell on you, right?”

You shook your head, “No, just a cut from the metal.”

Holding out your hand, you let Spencer take a look at the cut on your palm. “When was your last tetanus shot?”

Blinking rapidly, you frowned at him, “Uh, when I was in college?”

“That might need stitches,” he responded, letting you take your hand back. “I’ll change your tire, I don’t want you using that hand for anything,” he informed you, pushing the hydraulic jack beneath your car.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you watched him take your old tire off, muttering under his breath about how your old jack was practically an artifact, seeing how it literally fell apart under pressure. “How was your case?” You asked softly, fully aware that you were likely opening a can of worms by asking about work.

Spencer’s movements faltered slightly at your question, “It’s closed. We were in Boise,” he answered tactfully, leaving out any case details and cluing you into the fact that he didn’t want to talk about it. “What are you doing out here?”

You sighed, leaning back on your hands and watching him work, “I had a meeting with the other schools in our conference. It’s annual, and this year they happened to pick the school furthest away from mine.”

“Well, I suppose it worked out well that your tire blew out so close to me, then,” Spencer said, swapping out the busted tire for the donut and looking over at you. There was something nervous in his eyes, and you didn’t know if it was related to work or you.

Humming, you tried to watch the tire rather than just watching him, “Is there something bothering you?”

He was tightening the lug nuts on the spare tire, “Are you driving home after this?”

You furrowed your brows, “Yeah, where else could I be going?”

“It’s almost a two-hour drive to your place from here,” he reminded you, his tone laced with concern. “You won’t get home until almost one in the morning,” the displeasure in his voice was plain, but you don’t have anywhere else to go. “Plus, you really shouldn’t travel that far on a spare tire, they’re not made to travel far distances.”

Crossing your arms in front of your stomach, you let your shoulders slump forward, “So, what do you suggest I do? Get a hotel?”

Spencer mumbled something inaudibly, trying to finish tightening the bolts on the tire before sighing, “You can stay with me,” he blushes, a swipe of pink across his cheeks.

Your lips parted in surprise, “Uh, I don’t… I’m not…” you faltered. Utterly failing to come up with a good enough reason to tell him no, “I don’t want you to feel inclined. This isn’t what I was looking for when I called you for help.”

He let the car down, staying quiet while the two of you cleaned up, and Spencer swatted your hand away when you tried to pick things up. “So, you can come back to my place tonight. My work-issued first-aid kit has your name all over it,” he told you, eyes flickering down to the cut on your hand.

“Okay,” you breathed, unable to conjure a reason to refuse his hospitality.

He was grinning at you, hair just barely brushing his eyebrows, “So tomorrow, maybe we can get coffee and drop your car off to get a new tire?”

You smiled back at him, “That sounds great, date number five.”

“You know where you’re going, right?”

“Yeah,” you’d been to his place once to pick him up, “Hey, Spence?”

He turned around, fishing his car keys from his pocket. He looked ready to respond to you, but you pressed your lips to his before he had a chance to speak.

You kissed him softly, whispering against his mouth, “Thank you for coming.”

He chuckled lightly, gently resting a hand on your waist, “Thank you for calling.” 

[bradshawsbaby]

Coming Fall 2023… 🍎

As one of the Navy’s top fighter pilots, Lieutenant Commander Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has many achievements under his belt. But the one he’s proudest of? His five-year-old son, Nicholas. Bradley never anticipated he’d be raising his son on his own, but he wouldn’t trade their life together for anything in the world. Focusing all his energy on giving his boy the best life possible, Bradley has accepted the fact that his opportunity for love has come and gone. And then he meets you, the most beautiful, hardworking, kindhearted, generous woman he’s ever known. There’s just one little problem—you’re his son’s kindergarten teacher.

Taglist form coming soon!

[tinytinalifes]

Synopsis: L finding out that he's perfect the way he is; thanks to Y/n

Authors note: Please play the song with it, it pairs well together with the story! ❤️

Requested by: @wolfhard13

Parts: Part 1 Part 2

It was an unusual day, to say the least. The FBI had approached you and the parents of your preschool class about an experiment involving Kira, the mysterious figure whose judgment weighed heavily on the world. You weren’t entirely convinced at first, but after some assurances about the children’s safety, you reluctantly agreed. That’s how you found yourself walking into the task force headquarters with a small herd of giggling children in tow. Their innocence and energy felt wildly out of place in the sterile, high-tech environment.

As you set up a play area in the corner of the large meeting room, you couldn’t help but feel someone watching. Your eyes flicked up, and there he was—the man from the park. His dark eyes lingered on you for a moment before he quickly looked away, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his oversized jeans. You smiled softly, but before you could say anything, he turned and walked out of the room.

It was the second time you’d caught him staring and leaving just as quickly. Something about his quiet presence intrigued you, but he seemed intent on keeping his distance. Still, you couldn’t ignore the twinge of disappointment when he disappeared from sight.

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Over the next few hours, you noticed him everywhere—or rather, you noticed him avoiding you everywhere. Whenever you moved to a different area with the children, he’d quietly slip out of the room, his shoulders tense as if trying to blend into the walls. At first, you thought it was a coincidence, but after the third or fourth time, you began to suspect it wasn’t.

You finally had enough. After ensuring the children were happily occupied with blocks and crayons, you excused yourself and followed him down one of the hallways. He was walking briskly, his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

“Excuse me,” you called gently, your voice steady despite your nerves. He froze mid-step but didn’t turn around.

“L?” you said again, softer this time, and took a step closer.

He turned slowly, his hands still in his pockets, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours for a brief second before darting away again. He looked as though he was bracing himself for something unpleasant.

“Why are you avoiding me?” you asked, crossing your arms but keeping your tone kind. “Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?”

His gaze dropped to the floor, and he shifted awkwardly. “No,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “It’s not… it’s not you.”

You tilted your head, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, you pressed gently. “Then why? You’ve been avoiding me all day, and—if I’m being honest—at the park, too. Did I do something wrong?”

His fingers twitched in his pockets, and he finally looked up at you, his expression guarded but vulnerable. “It’s not that you’ve done anything wrong,” he said, his voice low and hesitant. “It’s just… someone like you—kind, lovely, good with people—why would you even want to talk to someone like me?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘someone like you’?”

He let out a small, bitter laugh, his shoulders slumping. “I’m not… normal,” he admitted. “I don’t look normal, I don’t act normal, and I certainly don’t belong around someone as beautiful and kind as you. You… you smiled at me, and I thought for a moment that maybe… but no. I know better than that.”

You felt a pang in your chest at his words. “L,” you said softly, stepping closer. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Because you think I wouldn’t want to talk to you?”

He nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the ground. “It’s better this way. I don’t get in the way of someone like you.”

You shook your head, disbelief washing over you. “That’s not fair,” you said firmly. “You don’t get to decide what I think or how I feel. And for the record, I wasn’t staring at you in the park because I thought you were strange or unapproachable. I was staring because I thought you were…” You hesitated, your cheeks flushing slightly. “Because I thought you were handsome.”

His head snapped up, his eyes wide with surprise. “Handsome?” he repeated, as if the word were foreign to him.

“Yes,” you said, holding his gaze. “Handsome. And more than that, you seem kind. The way you were so gentle with that little boy at the park, the way you’ve been watching over us today—it’s clear you care, even if you’re not sure how to show it.”

L stared at you, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. He looked as though you’d told him the sky was green and the grass was purple.

You smiled softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “Don’t sell yourself short, L. You’re allowed to let people in.”

For the first time, L didn’t step back or avoid your gaze. Instead, he stood there, quiet and thoughtful, as if your words were slowly breaking through walls he’d spent years building.

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Class begins:

Yn's knee bounced up and down unrestrained due to the immense pressure she had as she waited to be interviewed by the school she was dearly hoping to get into to. It wasn't a prestigious school, just a regular elementary with average little kids instead of the little snooty genius's that talked down to her as if she was some stupid little cat that didn't know it's tail from behind.

She didn't hate them, they were just kids. She loved kids. It was their parents that she couldn't stand. About how they always made excuses for their insubordinate supercilious little 'angels' in the most condescending tone and patronizing language as if she were in the wrong for pointing out an obvious flaw in their parenting.

Long story short, she left that school and had sent in a resume for another one. Idolridge elementary. It was perfect on paper and the internet, so she only hoped it would be just as good if she were to be hired.

"Yn?" The secretary called. Yn anxiously, yet externally confidently stood from her chair and walked to the office where the board of education was. Yn just prayed her meeting with them would go well. She had dressed to the point, and had all the necessary paperwork ready in her portfolio.

She took a deep breath and began her interview.

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Yn woke up to an email that was sent by the board of education. She had been officially hired and was praised for her exceptional accreditation in her skills as a competent educator. The first day on the job was nerve wracking for the young woman. She tiptoed quietly through the hall, as the superintendent was showing her around the school, starting with the cafeteria, the gym, the library, nurses office, principal's office and etc of all four floors.

Then the most anticipated part was being shown to her very own classroom that she could decorate however she saw fit. The superintendent gave her the keys before leaving her to her own devices. Starting next week, she would be the new kindergarten teacher. Summer break was coming to a halt and so that meant, there would be new kids, new parents and teachers, new and old who would be coming in as well. Her class was located on the second floor along with two other kindergarten classes.

Yn scanned the nameplate imprinted on the doors of the classrooms. Hers remained empty, but one next door to her said 'Ms. Monroe' and the other across from her said 'Mr. Styles.' That name interested her more than it should've. His name was so elegant, roll of the tongue kinda sounding. She liked the way it bounced excitement off her tongue every time she pronounced it. She grew curious as to what he looked like. Was he tall? Was he short? Was he a young body builder type twenty year old guy? Or some feeble old man that was either a kindhearted wise man, or a rigid bitter man who chafed at any excitement to life?

In a week her questions would be answered. In the meantime, yn had to go to the store and decorate her classroom in homey and comfortable setting to make her junior newcomers feel relaxed and at ease to learn new things that she was all to eager to show them.

At her old school, the other teachers had a very brash way of teaching the students which only added to their frustrations and as a result, none of the kids learned anything except how to be cocksure and impudent.

Yn skipped to her car happily as she was excited to start her new job as a teacher to her kindergarten class. She could barely wait to see all the fresh and sweet little 5 year old faces that would be entering her class. She was set to have 23 students so that meant, yn would have to pull a hefty amount to buy crayons and other school supplies just in case someone was without.

She drove off from the parking lot and went to the nearest store to collect the needed items for her classroom come Thursday morning.

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Yn had made sure to dress with civility, as she donned a sleeveless cardigan and tasteful skinny brown jean with wedged sandals. Her special touch was the bohemian fluttery blouse with a leaf necklace and matching dangling earrings and a bracelet. Yn tied her hair in a ponytail and dabbed on some lipstick with eye shadow before walking out the door with her book bag and driving to the school to greet the kids.

Yn took a deep breathe before walking into the school, this time packed with teachers and members of the PTA. She was greeted by some teachers and parents who had realized she was the new teacher that was being talked about among word around the school. Her cheeks blushed with pride as she had a jaunty presence with all the admiration she was receiving. Although she tried to swallow the thought, what if everyone thought it was because she had worked at a fancy private school and that she was somehow 'special' because of it?

Her gut became irrational at the thought, but she was determined not to let her personal fantasies influence her good start at school.

She walked into her lavender painted classroom that accented in black and white as a theme. The black rug with the clover print on it, the last minute posters she hung on the wall, the small tables and chairs that varied from blue, pink, purple and white, and the cute mini cubby holders that stored supplies and of course the kids backpacks and jackets.

On each desk, yn laid out a piece of candy each for her students as a pleasant surprise when they entered the room. Yn opened her door so once the bell rang, the kids would come pouring in. But as she glanced outside she couldn't help but notice the room across from hers was now open. Mr. Styles's class.

205 was his door, 203 was her's and 204 was across from her. Ms. Monroe looked to be in her 30's only a few years older than yn, with shoulder length ash colored blonde hair and ambitious icy blue eyes with red stained lipstick lips. She was very kind and seemed to have a patient demeanor with children which the young teacher admired. Her classroom was decorated in a beach theme which seemed to bring appreciation into yn's eyes.

She looked over towards Mr. Styles whose classroom was decorated with a big 'Time to be kind' wording on the top wall. His class had colors of mostly teal, pink and black with splashes of green and yellow. The chairs and desks were arranged neatly and yn could see big bags full of candy and other sugary sweets like cupcakes and cookies that he must've baked from home.

He had lots of encouraging posters on his wall and also had some goodie bags on the desks of his students. He walked into the classroom, enough for yn to get a glimpse of him which was more than enough to make her mouth drop open in awe at the young man with brunette curls, and verdant beddable green eyes.

His dimpled friendly smiled flashed at yn, as he was going into his classroom preparing for his class to enter. The lanky body was bent over, making sure the chairs were in tip-top shape so no accidents would happen on the first day. Yn could tell just by the way he interacted with the teachers and the parents, that he had some experience up his belt. He handled the ludicrous hard-nosed parents with tranquility and cogent.

The same applied for the teachers. Especially one I heard of...Ms. Grigg. She was a illiberal draconian dragon with a blonde bun that grey streaks ran through. Venom spilled from her tongue when she spoke to her third grade students. She was a very rigid with instructions and always demanded blind obedience from her miserable class. Of course, that was the last thing she received from them as they would often shoot spitballs or even throw papers openly in her classroom.

They couldn't care less about rules, let alone her's. But it was the gall she to be uppity to the other teachers and parents about their children or students, while her class was completely out of control due to the way she teaches them. Everyone shied away from her as she could be brutal with her words and actions.

Other teachers gossiped about her in the teacher's lounge about how her husband left her for someone else due to his not being able to tolerate the marriage anymore.

But it was only Yn's first day......

Anyway, yn continued setting up, while occasionally glancing at the cute next door neighbor that she became infatuated with at first glance despite how he barely noticed her. Yn kicked herself to stay focused. Today was about the kids, not yn's abortive love life.

8:00 struck....

The kids came in by the 10's. Some sniffles and cuddles, mostly from the parents...the kids greeted yn with hugs and happy faces from seeing the candy on their desks. Yn made goodie bags full of different candies, (an idea she got from Mr. Styles) and watched as the kids munched on their candies while the other kids came in until all 23 were in her class, sitting at their seats ready to learn.

Yn talked to the concerned parents, reassuring them of their safety and their sure education. Yn glanced over to see Mr. Styles reassuring worried parents, gently calming them down and making friends with the kids before going into class by giving high fives and hugs.

"We're gonna have some fun!" He said as the kids cheered in response. Yn smirked, cheeks burning red for some reason.

She introduced herself to the class before going around and asking her students their names, and then having a dance party to get things started on a fun note.

Most of the day, the kids spent coloring or eating cookies while practicing writing their names. During the bathroom break, Mr. Styles class was already waiting for some students who were still using the restroom. "Okay kids, two at a time." You said as a boy and a girl from the line went into the stalls. Yn couldn't help but look over at the well behaved kids standing patiently in line as they waited for their classmates.

"Your kids are so well behaved." She stated hoping to start a conversation. "Thank you very much. As are your's." The young teacher replied, smiling benignly. Flutters filled yn's heart as his eyes locked with hers. He noticed the crescent twinkle in her eyes that only sparkled when she looked at him. As much as yn wanted this teacher to notice her, she still wanted to keep professional for her kids.

Mr. Styles kids, finished up with their bathroom break and then left back to their classroom. Yn followed pursuit with her class after the bathroom break and continued on with her class until lunch.

"Alright guys, form a single file line and head towards the cafeteria." Yn instructed her students before leading them. She made sure the little ones got their lunches, whether packed or handed in the lunch line, before making their way to the cafeteria for lunch.

Yn escorted herself to the teacher's lounge with her packed lunch from home. A cheese sandwich with a fruit salad and some chips and to top it all off, a bottle of iced tea. Yn sat down at an empty table and started eating her lunch while looking at her phone.

Mr. Styles, Ms. Monroe and a few other teachers joined in, chatting away with each other. Yn kinda felt as if she were an outcast, the new kid that was vunrable to enemy attacks. But she didn't wanna see it as that. She was an adult, a 24 year old that was capable of fending for herself. Mr. Styles inadvertently took a seat next to yn. Her hands began to sweat and her heart began to race.

He pulled out a burrito wrap with a bunch of veggies to the side and a bottled water. Health nut yn thought as he neatly placed his napkin on his lap. Gosh it was getting hot in the teacher's lounge suddenly. Yn tried hard to concentrate on her phone, but it was so hard with the bountiful dapper an sitting next to her, elbow to elbow.

What was I thinking? Yn bluntly thought, shifting out of daydream gaze. You can't date a co-worker! She cleared her throat and continued eating her lunch, occasionally ricocheting at the door. Eventually her eye caught the same blonde bun and grey streaks teacher that popped her head in before snapping herself in as to amerce everyone in the room.

Ms. Grigg. The most hated teacher of all Idolridge elementary. She took a seat at a lone table and started eating some wheat crackers with her venomous prune juice. She met eyes with and scoffed before turning back to her lunch.

"You know, phones are usually not recommended during school hours." She said with a condescending hiss to her tone.

Neither are sod attitudes yn thought with grouse to her thoughts. She set her phone aside and continued eating. "It's okay she's new." Yn looked over to hear a sweet accent speak on her behalf. It was Mr. Styles who was up from his chair, making sure his protest was heard loud enough for the she-devil to hear. "Well..those are the rules." She barked back with a condescending voice.

"And not everyone knows them cretin." Yn heard the lad say under his frustrated breath. After he took his seat again, yn leaned over and thanked the young male teacher for speaking up. "No problem. You're new, you deserve a break," He finished his burrito.

"Pay no mind to her, she's just bitter." Yn nodded getting the message she was already aware of. Although despite the respectful converse Mr. Styles kept in the conversation, she realized he wasn't much older than her if at all. He looked to be in his twenties as well and yet was full of confidence to defend someone in need. Insecurity sparked inside of her as she wished she could find a voice and speak assertively for herself.

But instead, she suffocated the thought and continued through lunch.

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Yn finished through the school day, happily clapping for the students who were leaving their first day, and joining their ecstatic parents who were overjoyed to see them after spending the entire day without them. Or at least 6 hours. After all the kids were reunited with their families, yn took the liberty to clean up around her classroom and look through any work that needed to be done.

As she was finally locking up her classroom door, she saw Mr. Styles doing the same as he turned his key to the classroom door. He spotted yn and flashed her an easy smile. "Quitting time right?" He said carelessly. She giggled and agreed. "First day, it was fun." She said engaging in his amiable manner. He chuckled. "Been doing this for 3 years so far. This year's class has a lot of kids, 24 I believe,"

"That's one more student than my class," Yn said smiling deeply, showcasing her rosy cheeks and deep dimples. Mr. Styles seemed to take notice to this. "Wow, and it's your first day? You're a champ!" He said winking and giving her the thumbs up.

"Thank you." She said shyly. She gazed down at her portfolio not paying attention to where she was looking, and the abruptly bumping into a wall and spilling the papers everywhere. Her crimson cheeks became more pronounced as she was soon bending down, picking up the scattered papers.

"Here I got ya." Mr. Styles swooped in and helped yn put her papers back neatly into her folder. "Thank you so much." She said, blushing deeply having once again an awkward encounter with him like she did at lunchtime. "You're welcome, enjoy your day and I'll see you tomorrow." He said leaving after handing her the well organized he had taken the time to do.

"Thank you, you too." She smiled before seeing him turn around and leave. Yn stumbled out of the school and settled into her car, before seeing Mr. Styles gather into his blue chevy and drive away. Yn waited before pulling out of her parking space and driving away to her apartment.

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She settled herself inside and then finally letting her bulky bag drop from her shoulders and strapping off the sandals and laying herself on the couch.

She turned on her TV as she settled in before deciding that she was too tired to cook. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed for pizza delivery with a side salad and bread-sticks. Oh and let's not forget the bottle of wine she had stored away in her fridge.

Once her delivery had arrived, yn sat back thinking ardently about her students, her new job and....Mr. Styles.

She was excited about what was to come in the following day.

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Dear writers who feel the urge to apologize for not posting something new in a while-

Thank you for the break, it is much needed actually!

Please don't worry about your audience going storyless. It is not the job of a creative person to be the sole entertainer of their readers. Understandably, a writer can be focused on their own output, but like many on Tumblr, I follow quite a few people so my "to be read" pile of tabs is always growing rather than shrinking. Space between your works lets me catch up a little. Even if someone is out of things to read, that is an ideal time to discover a new to them writer or revisit a favorite writer's masterlist.

So slow down, don't berate yourself if you can help it, and enjoy your hobby at the pace that works for you.

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jing yuan praying everyday for a good few months that yanqing will randomly tell him that you got divorced while in class meanwhile you’re wondering why jing yuan started looking so miserable every time he comes to pick yanqing up😭

godddd this poor man someone have mercy on his heart. For like a whole two months straight he’s constantly asking Yanqing about how class went only hoping he’ll get some crumb of information on you and your love life and your very-much-nonexistent baby. That poor 5 year old is an informant without knowing it.

But I mean, theres only so much information he’ll get from a 5 year old.

“How was school?” Jing yuan asks, again. As is routine now. But Yanqing doesn’t really notice the eager way his father listens.

He shrugs, swinging his feet in his little dinner table chair. “I drew an apple house and learned to write some words.”

“How about your teacher? Still sick from her baby?”

Yanqing shrugs.

“Teacher stares at the door for a lot of seconds when you don’t pick me up. Like how you stare at the ceiling sometimes after dinner.” (Also known as Jing Yuan’s sulking hour as he thinks about you and Yearns™)

It’s never enough for him to gauge the situation—no hint of divorce in sight. (You’re not married of course but he doesn’t know that.) And maybe that makes him feel worse. Why is it that the image of you plagues his mind. If he wasn’t media trained for his company to hell and back he would hardly be able to face you when he picks up Yanqing sometimes. It’s becoming more rare, not by choice but by the uptick in the end of quarter work.

Jing Yuan is definitely more curt and polite, a little stiff, now when he picks up Yanqing. And if you notice it you don’t bring it up.

Poor kid hears Jing Yuan mutter something about divorce and the next day in class he flat out asks you what divorce means. The blood drains from your face and your heart sinks thinking maybe his parents are going through divorce right now.

Ah, that would explain his father’s sullen mood, you think. You have no clue he’s a single parent already. Misconstrued views all around and now poor Yanqing thinks these two adults just need to play house and communicate like he does with his classmates during recess.

Maybe you need a little parent-teacher conference soon…