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rkivestation · 3 months

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When my last remaining acquaintance from my school life said that we should spend our last days with everything that we have,only then,it hit me. It ended. And all I could ask myself and wonder internally,“It really ended?”.

The moment that I wanted to end desperately has now officially come to an end. And now that the moment is here,it rather seems a quick one. Everything happened too slow to too fast. And I'm here wondering that, isn't it what I always wanted? Since nursery to now? I wanted it to end. But now that it's finally coming to and end,I am seemingly holding back from going back to my memory lane. My childhood to teenage life served no memories that I could hold on to. Or so I thought. But I hate to admit I miss it all. I always say,“it was good while it lasted” and move on. Or at least try to. Untill I'm left with nothing but a wall around me that I built to avoid people.

I was never fond of a school life. I still am not. I wonder if it's because of how I had to push myself to be better each year. Push myself to blend it with the standards. Push myself to take in the criticisms. Push myself to let the people connect with me and my soul. And the conclusion I came to lately renders me speechless everyday. That, I've always pushed myself. I've pushed myself to the edge to not seem hateable. But in the process,I seemed to forget who I am. And how I'm not cut out to be a part of the society. I've also come to learn that it's not because I'm introverted. In fact,I'm not. Now I wish,it was the case. But the problem all along was my very soul not being able to connect with the people who are born with a standard pattern of personality. And I fail to be counted as any of the category.

I remember being home schooled by my father till I was almost five. And his means of educating me wasn't the type that's considered ideal. It was rather suffocating which taught me to stay isolated and in my own bubble where I only tried solving maths with tears streaming down my face everyday. And those long sessions shut me off terribly for me to function right when we moved to the capital.

I struggled with getting into a school as I was taught differently by my father. The capital made my head spin. It was overwhelming and I was afraid. And I continued to be afraid when I finally got myself admitted in nursery. And I remember being amazed when I saw students having the same books as me. I remember wondering it out loud.

I admit,back then,I was introverted and a kid with anger issues. My nursery and kindergarten phase is a blur of events to me (and I wish school will seem the same someday) but I remember being not so likeable ever since then. I had a childhood best friend from there who continued with me to my school but on a different and distant path. She didn't feel for me. But I seemed to feel for her and felt her absence when she was trying for a different school.

And luckily I found myself being in the same prestigious school as her the following year. The school that gave me a lot. The school that took a lot for me. The school that became a generous part of my life. The school that became a cruel part of my life.

My childhood best friend changed. She chased goals. And so I let her be. And it's funny how we are still in the same class,she's now less competitive, trying to blend in and make friends but it's her nature that allows her to come as a little awkward. But I'm proud to see her chasing better things now.

My start of the same school wasn't smooth. I remember not wearing socks as mom thought that this school doesn't need the students wear sock. Although,mom doesn't remember. I find the thought funny yet cute as mom's first child has to bear some good amount of embarrassment for her innocence.

I remember feeling the first ever thrill on the orientation day, it's what our school always takes pride to. Following the culture with love and ecstasy and I happened to enjoy it,with no socks,of course. When I was in nursery and kindergarten I always used to miss out the events they would held as I was in my own bubble to hear any announcement of it and that made me go there once in my uniform when everyone was in dresses. It was embarrassing,kinda,so I made sure to never do it in my current school.

But still each step I took was uncertain and challenging. I remember going to wrong class after the orientation(wherever the line led me) so I was sent to the other section by a teacher as I was struggling to wear my socks that fortunately mom put in my backpack. And unlike the class I went to by mistake my assigned class were a chaos of people and teachers. And in that moment,I realized,I have to say goodbye to my solitude and prepare for the crazy years ahead. From meeting my first friend there to having an unexpected person remaining just as a friend it was a crazy, melancholic journey. And I don't know if I feel thankful to these almost fifteen of years of feel the bitterness of resentment.

Maybe it's both. Considering my first friend Nawmi having a shit load of friends till now and on her way to presumably become a successful influencer.I wasn't fond of her when we first talked. And I'm still never fond of her when we wave. Maybe it's because how her group of friends was introduced to me by her and maybe we headed with a good start but it couldn't last long. As they are nepo babies. When the two Saras were all about bragging and shit I instantly felt off. And it ended up with me being teased and picked on by them for the lovely nickname my father decided to write on my notebooks. In the end of that year,I had to discard my nickname,scare them with the help of my father (which I shouldn't have done cause they still kind of hate me for that) and just continue to be on my bubble.

It's funny, right? I became a hot topic for my nickname. People would make fun of me. Mispronounce it as ‘Kiss me’,‘pick me’. But irony is,it was always a mispronounced nickname by my father. He named me wrong and even now I groan at the thought of it all.

I was fortunately unfortunate to be rolled as 2. It's quite a mix. Fortunate because my bench partner never really came and when she came she was to stupid to function. But unfortunate because said bench partner made me feel quite stupid too cause whenever she came I hardly knew what to do. And being roll 2 for my precious name made me quite the introvert I was back then.

I never planned to stand out. But I fortunately unfortunately ended up being the talked of topics for my grade. Stupid little me used to be one of the top 10. Although I never saw the light of coming in the third to first place. But I soon started becoming a competition to everyone. My childhood best friend was far ahead of me and one of the nepo baby Sara was the one to always see the fortune of being in the first place. Although,I'm starting to think it was all the magic of having connections because she stopped being anything not long after.

And my parents saw the potentials in me unfortunately and I was forced to keep on doing good, better. Untill I couldn't do best. And I never managed to do best. And it makes me laugh. Because I should have never done good and brought it up on myself.

I am always put to think I'm an unique individual with all the right and wrong spice.

Even now,I know I'm a part of the conversation somewhere in the capital. It's not my pride,nor a flex. It's rather a curse I live with.

People are either the talked of topics or nothing at all. But I seem to hang in between that. And it's exhausting.

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halfseoulco · 7 months

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Celebrating Mixed Asian Day: A reflection

Published Saturday, September 16th, 2023 — In 2020, the U.S. census recorded 33.8 million people who identify as multiracial, accounting for 10.2% of the population. With this number having more than tripled from what was documented in 2010, it has quickly become clear that more than ever, we need spaces where multiracial people can connect with others like them and celebrate both their own uniqueness and the uniqueness of their experiences.

While many "official" months have been established as periods during which certain groups are acknowledged and celebrated, there are still groups who have unequal access to certain spaces or are being left out of spaces altogether. With so many people existing in the in-between, we've long outgrown the binary approach to race; and the need for more literature on multiraciality and more representation for multiracial people is growing as quickly as the population itself.

Mixed Asian Day

Today, while the main event is being hosted in New York, Mixed Asian Media is inviting people who identify as mixed Asian to celebrate their diverse heritage and bring their own perspectives to our collective narrative, regardless of their ability to attend the event in conjunction with their third annual Mixed Asian Media Fest or their location.

It brings me more joy and comfort than I can express to know that MAM is using their platform to provide a space so that mixed Asians can have a voice in the cultural and racial landscape of the world we live in. The more that we can make ourselves seen and heard, the more representation we can secure for those growing up who have never seen anyone in media who looks like them.

Growing Up Mixed Asian

I think that a lot of the work that has gone into becoming secure in my own identity has happened within the last two or three years. Growing up was not without its own handful of uncomfortable experiences and feelings that I wasn't emotionally mature enough to articulate, but I had a very different view of myself until around the time the COVID-19 pandemic hit; and it forced me to reevaluate what I thought I knew about myself and how the information I had had shaped my identity.

My parents divorced when I was very young so I have no idea if they even had a plan for how they were going to raise a biracial child; as it happened, I only saw my dad on weekends, so my mom had the most opportunity to raise me with Korean culture, traditions, and values. It's not that I forgot that I was also Nicaraguan, it's more that I had no point of reference for what it even meant to be Nicaraguan. My dad rarely ever spoke about Nicaragua—and he never spoke to me in Spanish, although he spoke Spanish in front of me. With knowledge of my heritage but no idea of how I was supposed to go about my life with that knowledge in hand, I simply spent a lot of time being frustrated about how people treated me and not knowing how to process any of it in a healthy, productive way. I tried existing without having to explain myself to anyone, which worked for a little while. The other kids in my classes all throughout elementary school never said anything to me, at least not to my face, maybe because my mom was a teacher at the school—had been their teacher in kindergarten. But as I got older and other people around me got older and they started piecing together what they knew about race and appearances, it became more difficult to get away with simply existing.

I think this is largely due to the fact that most monoracial people don't realize the privilege they have in their monoraciality, and it shows in the way they speak to multiracial people. On our bingo cards, we have wonderful little squares that are cornerstones of the multiracial experience, including everyone's favorite question, "What are you?" or "Where are you from?", backhanded compliments ("That's why you're so pretty!"), and everyone's second favorite question, "Which half do you identify more with?" Sometimes you don't even realize that the backhanded compliments were backhanded compliments and then, like me, you end up being angry about something someone said to you several years ago. (I also ended up being angry about a lot of terminology that didn't bother me before, like "exotic"; and I stopped referring to myself as "half Korean and half Nicaraguan" in favor of the term "biracial". There are other terms that are embraced by other mixed race communities but I never really latched onto any of them. "Halfie", quite frankly, feels derogatory and "hapa" in its original context doesn't apply.)

Most of the time, though, you're just really angry because it's none of anyone else's business what your ethnicity pie chart looks like. It's your pie, after all. Why should anyone else care what it looks like?

Needless to say, I had a lot of things to sort through as I got older, including how I felt about Asian people and how I felt about Hispanic people. Having grown up in predominantly Asian neighborhoods, I always felt welcomed there, but because the Korean genetics won out in terms of my appearance, I had no shortage of experiences in other environments that were racist at worst and ignorant at best.

As a kid going to school in downtown LA where the student population was incredibly diverse, there were times when I wanted to tell the Hispanic kids making fun of me on the shared playground that I was one of them just so that they would stop—but kids aren't usually having conversations about race and appearances. They're just being kids, but the memories stuck, as they often do; and as I continued to exist in predominantly Asian spaces, I subconsciously distanced myself from my Hispanic heritage and any possibility of having a community with other Hispanic people—something I've only recently been able to acknowledge.

My dad was worried that I hated Hispanic people, or maybe even that I hated being Hispanic—something that I should've realized when I got what's called a magic straight perm, a semi-permanent hair straightening solution, for the second time when I was nineteen. Honestly, while it was much easier to run a brush through my hair during that time, sitting at the salon for four hours was not fun. I have what some people might call an overabundance of hair, and it's very thick, which meant that the Korean lady who had been doing my hair for almost my entire life had to treat my hair twice with the straightening product in order to get it to take. The magic perm was supposed to last six to eight months but maybe my curls were too powerful because I had to constantly straighten my ends in order to maintain it; and I ended up damaging so much of my hair that after about a year, I cut it short and got a perm to bring my curls back. My hair was so dry and undefined for ages that when I finally brought it back to life, I decided that I would never straighten my hair again—until I got my hair cut at a Vietnamese hair salon in 2020 and they straightened my hair before cutting it. I was so angry that I refused to go back there, even though they had done an excellent job with my haircut.

The hair has been a touchy subject for a while, partly because people always want to touch it but also because it's the one thing that throws everyone off when they look at me and try to reconcile what they know about Asians and their appearances. It took almost frying my entire head of hair for me to appreciate it, even though my mom has been perming her hair almost my entire life so that she could have hair like me.

The other main catalyst for my shift in perspective was a recent set of updated results from AncestryDNA. When I was young, my mom had told me the story of how my grandfather, who came from a long line of "pureblooded" Spaniards, married my grandmother, who is Nicaraguan, Italian, and indigenous, and upset his entire family. I spent most of my life thinking that my Italian heritage was about an eighth of my makeup—until my AncestryDNA results updated for the sixth or seventh time and came back showing that Italian only accounted for 2% while Nicaraguan and Spanish accounted for 19% and 17%, respectively. The change in percentage for my Spanish DNA really threw me for a loop because, you know, colonization; and that was something else I had to wrap my head around because Nicaraguans themselves are the result of the Spanish mixing with the indigenous people in what is now known as Nicaragua.

It's all rather crazy.

I'll admit that I don't know much about Nicaraguan culture, mostly because my dad says there's not much to know every time I ask him, but I have a huge affection and appreciation for Hispanic and Latin American cultures in a very general sense. I still don't speak Spanish, even though I can read it and understand it on a very basic level; and the food has always been what makes me feel the most connected. I think I've had tamales made in so many different ways by people from different countries and I really, really love Peruvian food. I also find meaningful connection through art—music in particular—and I watched Encanto at least once or twice a week every week for about a year following its release, just because I saw so much of my own family in the Madrigals, including my own role represented by Isabela and Luisa. But just because I've embraced my Hispanic culture more doesn't mean that I still don't feel out of place when my dad leaves me by myself in the middle of the produce section at Northgate market or when the owner of a clothing store in downtown LA thought I was a family friend instead of my dad's daughter. I've had people at parties that were thrown at my dad's house talk about me in Spanish right in front of me as if I wasn't there—which I understood perfectly, even if I couldn't snap back. Whenever I go out with my dad. his wife, and my half-sister—who is full Hispanic since her mom is Colombian—I also feel like they're looking at me or that they think I'm adopted. Honestly, it makes me feel pretty terrible.

It's something I haven't been able to move on from completely but I'm actively trying to put those negative experiences aside so that I can focus on how very proud I am of being Nicaraguan and Korean rather than in spite of being Korean.

On the opposite end, I actually discovered later in my twenties that Asian people also have some not-so-nice opinions where mixed Asians are concerned, which didn't make me feel great either; and Koreans especially still look at biracial Koreans as foreigners instead of Koreans, although my experience has probably been more favorable since I speak Korean fluently. I'd had so much self-confidence about my Koreanness up to that point, thinking that I had checked enough boxes that no one would doubt me but it turns out that I have to field questions in that regard as well—which then led to a doubling down on self-education and cultural immersion to prove that I am Korean enough. And maybe I have expended more effort into proving that I'm Korean enough instead of trying to prove that I'm Nicaraguan enough because I believed the latter to be a lost cause—but the reality is that I shouldn't have been trying so hard to prove either because regardless of how much I know, I can't rewrite my own DNA any more than anyone else can.

After that, I can now just be.

Conclusion

One of the biggest ways in which I've always gotten in my own way is that I was so utterly convinced that being biracial was the only thing people were ever going to notice about me—that it would become my default identifier. People wouldn't remember me as a great writer or musician; instead, I would always be known as the mixed person because that would be the most memorable thing about me. I also thought I was alone; I can count the number of mixed Asians I know or have known personally on just over one hand and I wasn't close enough to most of them to try to build a tiny community for just us so that we would have someone to talk to about our shared experiences.

What I want most for myself and for other people who identify as mixed Asian is that by having more spaces like Mixed Asian Day where we can fully embrace our identities, we can stop feeling like we have to prove ourselves to others—that we are Asian enough—that we are enough. More than that, it allows us to see that we have a community of people with similar experiences, people who look like us, people with whom we can relate; and it shows us that we are capable of anything and everything, just as much as anyone else. We are just as multi-faceted, just as diverse, just as unpredictable and full of possibilities.

Happy Mixed Asian Day, you beautiful people. This day is ours.

#GeniusLabThinks #Mixed Asian Day #Mixed Asian Media #Mixed Asian #Mixed Race #Biracial #Multiracial #AAPINH

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uwuwriting · 3 years

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Yandere ex w/ Midoriya and Bakugou

Request: Can I request some headcanons about Deku, Bakugou annnddd whoever else you'd like with reader and they are currently dating

Reaction to reaching you from your crazy ex boyfriend who is...very powerful and has managed to corner you, alone. You're scared, you're a civilian.

" oh shh. Don't cry baby, i'm here. Now that I'm here, you're all mine, now that you're done being silly. You and me forever"

( thought that'd get the creepy factor)

I'm just a sucker for rescue missions. I'm just so interested in how they'd approach that situation, how they'd comfort reader afterwards

Thank you. For reading this if you don't do this

Which is totally fine! - anonymous

Bruh rescue missions are just *chef’s kiss*. I’ve been having a mini Deku and Bakugou infatuation and I just wanna see more fics with these cuties and their civilian s/os. Like legit there aren’t enough fics with quirkless/civilian readers out there and I’m sad. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: stalking, attempted kidnapping, mentions of toxic past relationships, being chased, eventual fluff in the form of comfort, TW BEWARE.

Midoriya Izuku/ Pro hero! Deku

-Izuku believed you were an angel walking on earth.

-He met you in the brink of death *literally* when you stitched him up and stabbed an IV into his arm.

-It was love at first sight for him tbh and he is proud to admit it too.

-Soon enough -and after many many more visits to the hospital so he can be treated by dr. L/N- he asked you out and now you’re living together.

-He knows about your ex and he hates him for what he did to you.

-He has coaxed you into relaxing many nights after you’ve had terrible nightmares about your ex finding you again and this time not only putting your freedom on the line but also Izuku’s safety.

-You know he is a pro hero and all but you can’t stop seeing him on your apartment floor, unmoving with your ex looming over him.

-He is always there to chase that horrible darkness away and replace it with the warmth of his love.

-So as time passed, thoughts of your ex became less and less frequent until they stopped popping up throughout the day all together and you were happy with that.

-Then the universe decided that it should serve you with a good old traumatizing experience to spice things up.

-You were walking home after your shift at the hospital was over, exhausted out of your mind when you felt the hairs at the back of your neck rise.

-It was like a sixth sense, knowing that something was up.

- “Y/n-chan~”

-Your blood ran cold at the familiar voice, your mind going blank as you quickly fished out your phone dialing Izuku’s number while speeding up.

- “Hey angel w-”

- “Izu he is here. H-he is f-following me.”

-You heard his feet hitting the pavement on the other line as he ran down the busy street, completely forgetting about the patrol he was on.

- “Where are you angel?”

-Sharing your location with him you took a sharp turn and into a convenience store, walking to the very back and hiding behind a few shelves, your eyes glazing over as you heard the sliding doors ding as your ex stepped inside not even a minute after you.

-When did he get so close?

- “Izu please.”

- “I’m almost there Y/N, I’ll protect you I promise.”

-You held your breath as footsteps got closer, Izuku’s breathing keeping you grounded as they echoed through the other line.

-Dipping behind another shelf you zigzagged through the aisles hoping to lose him as you slowly and quietly made your way to the entrance, your plan being to run outside and find Izuku.

-Your plan though was cute short when an arm wrapped tightly around your waist bringing you flush with a sturdy chest, your ex’s head dipping into your hair and breathing in your scent in an exaggerated sniff.

- “You like the chase Y/N-chan~? I’ve got you now.”

-Izuku’s panicked voice could be heard coming from your phone as he listened to your ex talking to you.

-A whimper of your actual boyfriend’s name left your lips in an attempt to get away from him but his grip on you tightened making a sob escape you as tears cascaded down your cheeks, too many awful memories of your past relationship flooding your mind.

-You wanted your Izuku.

- “Aww baby don’t cry. And my name isn’t Izuku so don’t make that silly little mistake again because it doesn’t make me happy when you call out other men’s names. I got you now and everything will be back to normal in no time. Just you and me my sweet Y/N.”

-You thrashed around, your hands clawing at the arm wrapped around your waist and the other one that was holding your chin.

-In your panic you didn’t even hear the ding of the store’s doors as your boyfriend stepped in, eyes immediately locking on your crying features and the outer fear in your eyes as you ex tried kissing your neck.

-It took him mere seconds to untangle you from your ex’s grasp and pull you safely into his chest, a punch flying right into your attackers jaw as he fell to the floor with a loud thud.

-His hands went immediately to cradle your head near his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sobs wracked through your body.

- “Shh angel, it’s me I’m right here shh. He can’t hurt you Y/N.”

-Police sirens echoed outside as a few officers poured through the double doors, Izuku scooping you up and taking you outside trudging the familiar road to your shared apartment.

-You wouldn’t let go of his hero costume as he calmly set you on your shared bed, whispering to you that he was only going to the closet to help you both change.

-It took him a lot of time to actually calm you down and when he managed it he called his agency to inform them that he would be taking the day off.

-The only thing he could do after that was hold you as close to his chest as he possibly could, reassuring you that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere close to you from now on that he was officially gone.

Bakugou Katsuki/ Pro Hero! Dynamight

-It was a stupid argument that escalated and now he found himself crashing at Kirishima’s.

-You two hadn’t talked for about a week now and Bakugou feared that you had had enough of him and you would break up if he called.

-He felt awful.

-He just wanted to go back home to you, kiss you, hug you, be back in his normal routine with the love of his life but no he had to be stubborn and push you to your limits with a silly argument that he doesn’t even remember what the fuck it was about.

-It was the third sleepless night for him and he couldn’t stop his brain from drifting to you and what you might be doing.

-You on the other hand were terrified out of your mind.

-Not long after Katsuki stormed out of your apartment you had started getting texts from an unknown number saying things like “He is finally gone” and “Now we can be together again dolly.”

-The nickname had sent shivers down your spine, memories of your toxic/yandere ex flooding your mind.

-Katsuki had helped you run away from him and heal after those dark days.

-Walking to the kindergarten you worked at became a constant threat.

-You were always looking behind your shoulder for anyone who might be following you, coming very close to calling Katsuki more than once when you thought that you had caught a whiff of your ex.

-You began asking your coworkers to walk home with you using the excuse that it felt kinda lonely walking alone.

-Things reached a tipping point when the photos started coming in.

-Photos of you in your class helping the kids, on your way to the station to catch your train every morning and even from inside your own house.

-Photos of you putting on one of Katsuki’s hoodies was filled with manic scribbles of the word stop as a big red circle was drawn around your boyfriend’s sweatshirt.

-It terrified you and you wanted nothing else than to call Katsuki and beg him to come back.

-But despite it all your worthless pride and ego got in the way convincing you that you would fight your ex with your own two hands.

-All those thoughts were tossed out the window when you heard your ex’s voice outside your apartment’s door on a late Friday night.

- “Dolly open the door~”

-In less than a second you had pushed the kitchen table in front of the door, your fingers hastily dialing Katsuki’s number, tears already streaming down your cheeks as your ex pounded at the front door, his voice and pleas becoming more and more aggressive as the seconds ticked by.

-Two agonizing minutes passed before Bakugou answered, his gruff voice reaching your ears from the other line as he answered with a short “What”

- “Katsu please h-he is trying to get in. H-he is at the d-door. I-I don’t know what to do.”

- “Baby lock yourself in our room and try to barricade the door. After that hide I’ll be there before you know it.”

-You could hear a door slamming shut and his hasty steps coming through the other line.

-Doing as you were told you locked your bedroom door, pushing your dresser in front of it as more bangs came from the front door the legs of the kitchen table scraping the floor as the door almost rattled off its hinges.

-Ducking underneath your bed you let out a few whines to which Katsuki answered with reassuring words.

- “I’m almost there baby, I’ll save you. Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby. I should be home with you right now keeping you safe from that lunatic. I’m sorry I love you so much.”

- “Katsu please hurry please. I-I’m so scared. Please.”

- “I can see our building don’t worry-”

-A loud thud came from the kitchen and only a few seconds later something rammed into the bedroom door ripping another whimper from your throat.

- “Oh my god Katsu he’s in our house!!”

- “Y/N, dolly, why are you making this so difficult my love? I just want” *thud* “to love you” *thud* “the way you” *thud* “DESERVE!”

-In one finally push your dresser was finally knocked over as the door creaked slightly open, your ex squeezing through the crack a laugh and a breathy moan of your name escaping his lips as he stepped inside.

- “Katsuki I lo-”

-The only thing that Katsuki could hear was your scream as he barreled up the stairs to your apartment.

-He was gonna skin that bastard alive for hurting you and then he would skin himself alive for allowing this to happen.

-He will never forget the look of pure terror in your eyes as you ex was pining you on the floor, your eyes darting through the room desperately searching for a way to escape this.

-Katsuki tackled your assailant, straddling his waist as he let punch after punch connect with the bastard's face as you cowered to the far corner of the room.

-After a few minutes of relentless punching your ex was knocked out cold while Katsuki was cradling you to his chest, rubbing circles onto your scalp as you sobbed in his chest.

-You don’t remember much of what happened later, too exhausted to process anything and too comfortable in Katsuki’s arms as he led you to Kirishima’s house to spend the night.

-He refused to take you to a hotel, he thought you would feel safer in a familiar environment.

-Kiri left you two alone as Katsuki prepared a bath and a change of clothes.

- “Katsu…”

-His name left your lips as a mere whisper and it broke his heart.

- “I can’t go back to our house...He had been in there….he had taken pictures I-I”

- “Shh it’s alright. It was getting kinda small for us anyways. Shh Don’t worry about it.”

- “I’m sorry Katsu, I’m so sorry.”

-It would take a lot of hard work to build up your sense of safety and he knew it but he was ready to give it his all for you.

- “No need to apologize baby. You know I would do anything for you and your safety and I’ll be here next to you now matter what. I love you and I will never stop. You kinda have my wrapped around your finger, woman.”

-You let out a weak giggle followed by an “I love you” of your own and a little peck on the lips, as you snuggled close to him, his arms bringing you safely to his chest in a way to calm your nerves.

-You really did have wrapped around your finger.

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moonbeambucky · 3 years

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I Promise (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader Word Count: 4106 Warnings: fluff, smut, pregnancy

Summary: Before heading to Mars Chris Beck reconnects with his best friend, unaware of the outcome of their night together. With the burden of his mission will Chris make a promise he can’t keep?

A/N: My first Chris Beck fic! Rather than a really long one shot I’m splitting it into two parts. A big thank you to my love Allie @all1e23 for beta reading 🍕❤️ gif source (x)

“Hey.”

The soft resonance of Chris’ voice brings tears to your eyes, ones you couldn’t help from slipping out. They fall down the curve of your cheeks past the uneasy smile you wore.

“I kept my promise,” he said. Chris flashed the top row of his bright white teeth, his mouth curving into a boyish smile that reached his eyes, the fine lines crinkling around them. He tilted his head as he looked at you through the screen, a comforting gaze that made you feel as if he was there with you.

The quality of the video chat is near perfect making you almost forget Chris was millions of miles away. He looked the same, not that you expected him to look different. It had only been a few months since you last saw each other.

His hair looks darker than usual but you suppose it’s the low lighting of the small room he’s in. He’s bundled up in a thick NASA sweatshirt and you can see several more layers he has on beneath the collar. Chris looks tired but that’s expected, what he’s doing right now is not a walk in the park. You know it’s the reason why it’s taken so long for him to contact you but you wish he did it sooner.

More tears flood your eyes, burning their way out as you wished he never left at all. You can barely hear Chris over the sound of your own sobs.

“Please don’t cry,” he pleaded.

You lifted your head towards the screen and seeing the concern on his face only made you miss him more, wishing he was there to console you in person.

Your hand swept away tears from your cheek as your voice cracked saying his name. “Chris…”

The streets are simmering with the heat of a summer that couldn’t wait to officially start. Calendars be damned, it was hot. You indulged in a cool shower when you got home from work but time didn’t allow for a languid evening of staying in your towel as you applied serums and moisturizers, lotions and creams and every other post-shower pampering you normally do. Tonight was dinner with a friend and you needed to get ready.

Chatter filled the air of the patio, a small secluded outdoor space at the back of an Italian restaurant on the Upper East Side. It had an Old World Tuscan feel, from the stucco walls that looked purposely imperfect. Green patina shutters hung beside a wrought iron lantern that glowed in the early evening. Lush greens and bright flowers sat atop the half wall that surrounded the dining area making you forget you were in the city.

Chris looked the same, not that you expected him to be different. It had only been about two years since you’ve seen each other, right before he began training for his mission and now you can’t believe it was about to happen. Never would you have expected that the little boy down the block who became your best friend would actually be going to Mars.

For most of your lives you were in the same school, starting in Mrs. Kramer’s kindergarten class where you stuck together; two kids that were nervous about making friends and finding comfort in each other. As the years went on you weren’t always in the same classes but your friendship continued to grow. Chris was picked on for having a girl as a best friend and the girls always teased that he was your “boyfriend.” It never felt that way with Chris. He was your friend first and you never saw him as anything more.

By the time you were in middle school Chris was already taking advanced classes in math and science and the only class you had together was art which he was famously terrible at. It was there you asked him a huge favor, whispering to him at the sink as you rinsed off your paint brushes. “Could you kiss me?” Chris turned as red as a boiling lobster, immediately sweating as if he was being roasted alive himself. It was later that day walking home from school that you clarified what you meant.

There was a boy, Justin Kaufman, who was the coolest kid in your grade. You had a crush on him like everyone else and you were shocked when he asked if you would go with him to the dance on Friday. You were worried he might try to kiss you and being inexperienced made you nervous. Justin was really popular and if you were a bad kisser then the whole school would know it. Chris was your friend, someone you trusted, someone you could practice with just to make sure you didn’t make a fool of yourself.

You had no frame of reference for kissing back then apart from one sided smooches to pictures of movie stars that you had a crush on. But feeling Chris’ lips press back against yours was… nice. The best part about it was that things didn’t feel awkward after. Chris was still your best friend and nothing changed.

A server hands you a menu and you thank him, scanning through it to see what you might be interested in. Chris looks up at the same time you do, wondering if you wanted an appetizer. You nodded letting him choose, considering the limited food options he’ll have for over the next year.

“Can you drink?”

Chris’ nose crinkled as he smiled. “In space? No. Tonight? Yes,” he chuckled softly.

Two glasses of red wine were set on the table as you indulged in delicious food, catching up as much as you could before Chris’ mission.

“So you’d love what happened today,” you began, leaning closer, “We filmed a restoration video and yours truly was in it.”

Chris’ eyes lit up as he gasped. “I love those! You have to send it to me. Hopefully I can see it before I go. What was it?”

“A sixteenth century European oil painting.” You went into detail and Chris loved listening to your knowledge of art history. It was no wonder that was your major, taking your studies further to work as a conservator at the Met.

Chris swallowed his food quickly to speak. “You were always good at that– art, attention to detail. Remember when we had to sculpt our own faces?” he chuckled.

There was a short burst of laughter as you remembered that day from so long ago. “Yes! Thankfully the real you doesn’t look anything like that abomination you made.”

Chris drops his head down to hide a bashful smile that mixed in with laughter. He’s enjoying himself, catching up with you, eating. This was so good. He couldn’t help but scoop up another forkful of pasta, not expecting you to ask him a question. ��So, how are you feeling?”

He paused to reflect and wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “I’m nervous… excited.” Taking a sip of wine, he sets the glass down carefully on the table. Chris’ face has grown more serious. “My mom’s worried.”

“Of course she is, I don’t blame her. I’m worried. Mars is… well it’s Mars! It’s not around the block.”

He chuckled. “No, it’s definitely not.”

Chris is heading home to Connecticut tomorrow to spend the next few days with his parents. Chloe, his younger sister is coming in as well so they can all spend some time together before he has to fly down to Florida.

“Then it’s go for launch!” he said with a beaming smile, though Chris had to correct himself for the sake of accuracy. Once he’s down there the crew has to quarantine for at least ten days and go through a bunch of pre-flight checkups and procedures first. “Are you gonna watch?”

The incredulous look you gave him answered his question. “Did you really have to ask? Of course I’m going to watch the launch.”

His eyes twinkled as he smiled back at you. “Oh and don’t worry I put you on my contact list so you can send me emails. Not sure how quickly I'll get them since CAPCOM directs it back to us. And as long as we have the right satellite coverage we can even do video calls.”

“Like Facetime?”

“In theory yeah, more like space Skype,” he laughed. “It’ll be nice to stay in touch.”

Your smile was bright in the dimness of the evening. You can’t imagine not staying in touch with Chris. The longest you had ever gone was during his Air Force training. He checked in with his parents when he first arrived and from then on it was sporadic. You were able to send him letters though and tried to write him every week though your own schooling and an apprenticeship at the Louvre had taken up a lot of time but that was how your relationship was.

No matter where you were in life, across the world or hovering above it in the International Space Station, you always kept in touch. It’ll be harder now considering he’s going farther than ever before but you’ll make it work.

Chris would be back by next November and his mom was already planning a big party for his return, one he’s certain you’ll be invited to. Though you haven’t seen his parents in a while you still kept in touch with them from time to time seeing as they were still friends with your own parents.

“It’s crazy to think you’re about to go to Mars.”

Chris swipes a palm down his mouth, leaning his elbows against the table as he muses, “I know. Feels like I got the call yesterday.”

It was a night similar to this one, where Chris was in New York celebrating with you and other friends on his selection to be part of the Ares III mission. He had been working at NASA for a few years, doing biomedical research in their center in Virginia and now he was about a month out from spending two years training for his long term mission to Mars.

He stayed at your apartment that night, continuing the celebration in your own private way. You had come a long way from learning to kiss with Chris. It wasn’t a big deal, neither was it the first time you had sex with each other. It was a special dynamic that worked for the two of you, one you don’t think you could have pulled off with anyone else. With Chris you had trust that was built up over the years. He was safe, he was your friend and this was nothing more than just sex.

It didn’t happen too often, a couple of times here and there. You both dated a few people over the years and even though you were single at the moment you thought about the promise you made to each other as teens. “If we’re not married to other people by the time we’re thirty let’s promise we’ll marry each other.” Such a silly promise but thirty seemed so far away at the time.

Chris couldn’t make it to celebrate for your thirtieth birthday but you did get a card from him where he joked that the wedding was off. You were in a long term relationship, one that Chris thought would lead to marriage but you ended things a year later. It wasn’t there; that natural spark that made your heart skip a beat every time they smiled brighter than the sun, or when their eyes sparkled like stars in the night every time they looked at you.

You walked through the streets with Chris after dinner, casually strolling back towards your apartment and stretching out the inevitable goodbye that you didn’t want to say. It was so good to be with him in person again, not realizing how badly you missed it until the hours started ticking closer towards him leaving. By the time you get to your apartment Chris decided to come up stairs, wanting to spend as much of his time with you as he could.

Chris sits comfortably on your couch, cozied up beside a large pillow. He places his wine glass down on your coffee table, needing to gesticulate with both hands as he starts getting into talking about his research. He’s been published before in numerous academic journals and now he’s going on about how excited he is for his latest topic, musculoskeletal alterations and the effects of deep space travel.

He’s cute when he really gets into it, crinkles pulling around the corner of his eyes as his whole face lights up. You let out a shaky breath, smiling even wider yourself as you watched the passion he had for science and learning, one that matched the level you had for art and preserving their history.

Chris apologized for rambling on, taking a sip of wine to clear the dryness from his throat.

“So, give me the lowdown… can you jerk off in space?”

He covered his mouth to prevent the wine he was choking on from spitting out. You couldn’t help the sly smile on your face that cracked wider the redder he became.

“Well?”

Chris cleared his throat again. Pinching the bridge of his nose he looked down into his glass, chuckling a bit as he said, “The official stance from NASA is no comment so I’m going to stick with that.”

“That’s not an answer!” You could barely hold a faux sneer before you broke into a smile. Teasing Chris was all in good fun, something that went both ways from the time you were young.

You adjusted the way your legs were folded underneath you, brushing your knee against his leg. Chris lifted his arm up, a silent invitation for you to get closer and so you did, resting your head against him as his arm came around you.

Things had quieted down and you listened to the steady beat of his heart. This would be the last time you would see Chris for a long time. Your arm reached around to hold him for as long as you could.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whispered against him.

Chris’ chest sunk as he exhaled a deep sigh. “I’m going to miss you too.” His arm squeezed a little tighter around you as he pressed his lips gently against your forehead. “Just look to the stars and I’ll be there.”

His words brought a comforting smile to your face, one you shared with him as you tilted your head to look up at him. “Do you want to stay?”

The corner of his mouth tugs a little as Chris thinks about it. There’s nothing he really misses at his hotel more than he does you. The only reason he came to New York was to see you first before going home.

“Yeah, I’d love to stay.”

You shifted yourself on top to straddle Chris, carding your fingers through his hair and taking in the gaze of his eyes that became pools of deep blue. You closed the distance between your lips, feeling his hands come around your back. Soft moans bubbled in your throat and soon you found yourself being carried to the bedroom.

Clothes were discarded, lips were on skin that burned hotter than the stars. You writhe against him, thighs quivering around his head, reaching out to grip him by the hair, holding Chris in place as he coaxed out your release. His lips taste like you and he licks them again, savoring your sweetness as he crawls up your body.

He tears open the condom, gathering your wetness on him as he slowly pushed in. A sinful moan falls from your lips as you feel the stretch of him inside you, inch by inch until he was fully seated. An experimental roll of his hips sets the pace for pleasure.

Your hands graze up the curve of his arms, reaching his back and digging in half moon shapes into his skin with your nails as he thrusts into you.

“Ahh fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he panted, moaning as his hips snapped forward. His name fell from your lips, a sweet sound that he couldn’t deny he loved hearing.

He changed his angle, hitting you with deeper, longer strokes. His mouth found your nipple, sucking at your peak as his hips gained speed; groaning and squeezing his eyes tightly as he fucked you, ready to explode.

“Shit!” Chris hissed, backing off quickly. You’re confused and concerned, sitting up and turning the light on beside your bed to see what was wrong. “The condom broke,” he said, still catching his breath.

Chris got up to discard it in the bathroom as you sat on the bed, crossing an arm over your chest, waiting nervously. When Chris walked back in the room he apologized for that, the stiffness of his length giving you relief that he hadn’t finished so you continued. Using your hands on him as he let out soft moans, distractedly opening another condom that you rolled down on him. You straddled him, leaning forward to capture his lips for a sweet kiss first before you lined yourself up and sank down on him.

Soon enough you were riding waves of bliss together, gripping Chris as you clenched around him, burning white hot behind your eyes. He’s right behind you, on the edge of pleasure, exploding inside you like a supernova.

Dropping your head onto his chest, it felt like your body was made of overcooked noodles that splayed loosely against him as you were desperate to catch your breath, coming down from the heights you soared to. Chris’ arms hold you close against him, his lips languidly peppering kisses to your sheen covered skin.

When his heartbeat returned to a steady pace Chris went to the bathroom to once again discard the condom and you followed behind him to use it. He went to the kitchen to get something to drink, bringing back an ice cold glass of water for you.

Back in bed you cuddled together, with goosebumps breaking out on your skin as Chris’ fingertips graze gently up and down your arm. Your eyes feel heavy but you don’t want to give in because when you wake up you know you’ll have to say goodbye and that’s not something you want to do.

“You’ll stay in touch, right?” you murmured against him, as worry took root within your stomach. His quick and emphatic reply should have been enough but you couldn’t help yourself from needing to make sure you would still hear from him during the mission. “And call me? With the space Skype?”

“I promise,” he said, as a smile spread across his face. Chris’ hand stopped moving, settling on your arm and holding you close.

“Promise me one more thing?” He hummed in response and you continued, “Stay safe up there.”

Chris tilted his head down and feeling him shift you looked up as he said, “I promise.”

In the moonlight his eyes sparkled like clear tropical waters. Slowly, a soft smile spread across your face as you stared at him. “I love you, Chris.” There was no romanticism behind it even after being together, just pure love for your friend.

Chris exhaled, planting a kiss to your temple. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Despite wanting to spend your remaining hours together awake you reluctantly fell asleep in his arms, tearfully parting in the morning. Two weeks later you watched as the space shuttle launched, with proud tears filling your eyes as Chris’ picture flashed on your screen along with the rest of the crew. Seeing that made you feel hopeful and overjoyed at the prospect of hearing from him soon.

“Chris… I’m pregnant.” It was a relief to finally tell him but you didn’t feel any better, uncertainty weighed heavy on your shoulders, crushing the space for your lungs to expand. Chris knows but now what?

He’s silent, his lips parted slightly and you don’t know if there’s a delay in the feed. Maybe you should have emailed it to him. You were going to at first and instead chose to word the importance of needing to speak to him in such a clandestine way that you were contacted by someone from NASA. Upon speaking to them they allowed your email to be dispatched and then you waited.

Chris’ eyebrows knit together, his shoulders slumping down as he stared at your face through the screen. He didn’t have any doubts, you were always truthful with each other, but he still wondered how.

“We put on a new one, I thought…”

“I thought we were good too,” you said, letting out a shaky breath.

You weren’t just pregnant, you were pregnant with his child and based off of some quick calculations in his head you were nearing the end of your first trimester. “H-how are you? I mean, how are you feeling?”

“Physically or…” Nervous laughter bubbles out of your throat.

This was hard on you, the physical symptoms weren’t fun but you could manage. What was more difficult was not telling anyone. It was early enough in your pregnancy that you could hide it from your family. They still lived in Hartford and hadn’t been down to visit yet but you couldn’t avoid them forever. Work was a different story. You had to let your boss know you would have to modify your duties as working around solvents and other chemicals would not be safe.

There was never a doubt in your mind about keeping the baby. When you were younger you imagined having children by now but it didn’t work out that way. It was something you were okay with, finding life fulfilling in different ways. Work was incredible, you were able to travel and though your relationships hadn’t worked out in the past you didn’t hold on to any resentments. Life was always complete and now things were going to be different.

You wanted to speak to Chris first before telling your family because you needed to know your expectations. Chris had a life of his own and you didn’t want your choice of having a baby to make him feel obligated in any way. You were an adult; a smart, independent woman and could do this on your own.

“I know this isn’t something we planned but…” Chris exhaled, the corners of his mouth lifting upward, “There’s no one I’d rather do this with than you... I promise.”

Chris’ eyes glisten with tears as his smile grows and you find yourself brushing away your own from the corner of your eyes. It was comforting to know Chris will be part of the baby’s life. Truthfully it would have been weird if he wasn’t in some capacity considering how close you were. For now you have a lot of time on how you’re going to figure things out for the future.

After the call Chris reflected in silence, staring out of the giant triangular windows of one of the Hermes’ common areas into the vastness of space. He was lost in thought, startled by his name being called by a crewmate. He turned to see Mark whose bright smile fell with concern upon seeing Chris’ face, asking if he was alright.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Chris responded, his tone mournful in the realization he’ll be missing the birth. He accepted the congratulatory hug Mark gave him, sighing heavily as they separated. “I always thought I’d be there for that.”

You were due in March and Chris hated the fact that he won't be there for the first nine months of his child’s life, moments and milestones he’ll never get back. He doesn’t like leaving this all on you. He knows you can do it but you shouldn’t have to.

“I can’t pretend this isn’t hard but don’t think of it in terms of what you’re missing, look at what you’re gaining, what you have to look forward to when you come home.” Chris nodded, his smile trying to come back. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend,” Mark teased.

“I don’t. Y/N, she’s…” Chris’ face lights up as he thinks about you, which does not go unnoticed by Mark. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. She’s always meant so much to me and now…”

Mark gave Chris an honest smile as he spoke plainly, “And now you’re having a baby.”

With a proud smile that stretched from ear to ear he affirmed, “Yeah… we are.”

PART 2

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- request: this was written for a friend on twitter. don’t worry, I will get to everyones request as soon as possible! just wanted to get this out because she had asked a few days before most requests came in and I’ve made her wait long enough for it. sorry for the wait Kiaria and I hope you like it!

- pairing: kuroo testurou x fem! reader

- request status: closed

“If I fail science, just tell my mom that she has every right to bury me in the backyard,” Kuroo rolled his eyes before flashing that sly smirk of his, “you can’t tell me anything because you’re a fucking science whiz. you’re not the one failing chemistry with a 59%.”

you rolled your head back against the wooden chair, groaning as if you were in pain. Kuroo looked over the table to see the failed exam sitting on top of your Chemistry book.

“stop being dramatic, let me look at your exam,” before you could even protest, Kuroo reached over to snatch it. you sat in the chair, pouting as he scanned it, “well a lot of your mistakes came from the final step in most of the equations, that’s why your answer came out wrong.”

grabbing a red marker from the side of his backpack, Kuroo circled the mistakes, “you keep repeating the same step twice! now this is how you do it,” as Kuroo went into full detail, you tried to focus in on what he was telling you but most of the explanation went through one ear and out the other.

you sighed, not bothering to even pay attention anymore. you knew the more Kuroo explained it to you, the more you would become distracted. being that you and him were in the same class, the two of you became friends since the beginning of your first year.

on some occasions, Kuroo would ask you to come to one of his games, playfully begging you to wear his jersey. other times, he made you become the teams unofficial manager because no one ever took the position to become their permanent one.

you spent a lot of time with Kuroo which only intensified your crush on him. you had no idea if he even returned the feelings for you but considering he hardly let you out of his sight on his down time, you only hoped he did.

“you’re making it even harder to study, you ass!” you exclaimed, shoving him. well, you weren’t wrong. being with Kuroo made it hard to do anything, especially studying, “oh yeah, how?” he asked lowly.

you were stuck between words, not wanting to tell him the real reason.

Kuroo chuckled, “listen, we don’t have practice the next few weeks. the season came to an end and they’re giving us the next two weeks to relax before continuing. how about every Tuesday and Thursday until your next Chemistry exam, you can come over to study?” he asked, kicking his legs on top of his grandmas table.

you thought for a moment as you took a sip of your coffee, “and what do I get as compensation for being with you every Tuesday and Thursday for the next two weeks?” you replied with a cocky tone.

Kuroo thought for a moment before snapping his fingers in realization.

“I’ll take you out on a date for ice cream when the results of your exam come back,” your heart instantly dropped as you tried to cover your flustered expression, “come on, you know you’d die for a date with me!”

you chucked him a scrap piece of paper before agreeing, “and if I fail, just know you owe me two weeks compensation for having to be around you so much,” you said jokingly, “oh yeah, what is the compensation?” he asked.

you quickly thought.

“your friend Bokuto’s number,” you said slyly. Kuroo’s face dropped for half a second which he hoped you didn’t notice, “okay, deal. if you pass, I’ll take you out on the date and if you don’t, I’ll tell Bokuto that I gave you his number,” the two of you shook hands, Kuroo squeezing it a bit too hard for your liking.

“that hurt you ass!” you yelled, “hey, not my fault you’re a weakling.”

first day of studying:

“okay, lets get this cramming session started!” Kuroo exclaimed as he took out his various notes, “are you kidding me? it’s a chapter exam, not a fucking midterm!” you yelled, staring down at the highlighted notes.

Kuroo chuckled as he looked over your notes, wanting nothing more than to gag at the way you wrote them, “and you have the nerve to make fun of me when your notes look like Kindergarten scribbles?” he stated.

you gave him the finger, snatching your notes back from him, “we came here to STUDY! not make fun of my note writing,” you hit him in the arm with your notebook, “so, how do you plan on helping me study?” you asked.

Kuroo threw your notebook away and handing you a fresh one, “you’re going to highlight everything in bold and all of the example equations are going to be in pen. it’s always better to write important things down in different colors because it’s easier to understand,” Kuroo informed.

you nodded as you took out your red pen and wrote down the equations he had told you to write down. Kuroo was being abnormally quiet considering you expected the study session to be a complete mess.

“do you think you understand the first half of the equations?” he asked. you looked down to your notes before shrugging, “I mean I think? I can try to see if I understood,” you whispered, playing with your lip.

Kuroo chuckled before handing you a blank paper with equations written down, “here, I asked our teacher for practice worksheets. if you get at least 80% percent of them right, that means you’ve started to grasp the concepts.”

he placed the paper in front of you as you looked down at it. you immediately felt your heart race. it felt as though you were looking down at Kindergarten work and started to fill out the worksheet with ease.

Kuroo smiled as he watched you write down the correct answers. he knew you weren’t struggling as much as you said you were, you were just lazy and didn’t bother to study correctly.

“here professor,” you joked, handing him the worksheet back. Kuroo grabbed your red pen and scanned the worksheet for a few minutes. you picked at your nails nervously, hoping that you at least got a few of them right.

“see, I told you!” he exclaimed as he wrote down a 100%, “really?” you yelled happily as you took the worksheet back.

you jumped in your seat in excitement as you slammed your notebook shut, “so Thursday?” you asked. Kuroo nodded as he helped you pack your things into your bag.

“I’ll walk you home.”

last day of studying:

“well, tomorrow is the big day, if I fail, Bokuto’s number will be sitting promptly in my phone.”

you giggled as Kuroo rolled his eyes, a bit too seriously. he knew his hard work was going to pay off and if he got lucky, Bokuto would be no where near you or text messages.

“so what do you have planned for me?” you asked taking out your notebooks, “nothing,” your eyebrows fluttered in confusion at his answer.

“what do you mean nothing? I don’t think I’ll pass if we don’t study the day before the exam!” you yelled with nervousness hinting at your voice, “you worry too much. listen, we’re going to study but not like we have been.”

Kuroo stood up and went to his fridge, “we’re gonna have dinner and relax because you’ve been cramming way too much and overloading your brain with equations will have you blank minded once you take the exam. we’re going to eat, review for a bit, and then I’ll walk you home,” he stated taking out a few things to make dinner.

you nodded, not fully understanding what he was even implying. regardless, you sat on the counter as Kuroo mentioned he was cooking the two of you some soup his grandmother made him from time to time.

“so, have you actually even told Bokuto that you were planning on giving his number to me?” Bokuto couldn’t help laugh, “no because I know you won’t get it,” he joked.

you raised your eyebrow at him, “ah, so you’re just mister confident, aren’t you?” you asked as you ate a piece of cooked chicken he had left on the side.

“I am because I know I’m a great tutor and you’ll be passing that exam tomorrow,” he stated confidently. “oh yeah, what if I intentionally fail?” you mocked.

Kuroo gave your a smirk before grabbing your sides and tickling them playfully, “if you fail on purpose, you’re going to be Nekoma’s permanent manager until we graduate,” he said as you gasped for air.

“okay, okay! I won’t fail!” you yelled a bit loudly. you immediately covered your mouth, hoping you hadn’t woken up Kuroo’s grandmother with your screams, “oh my god, if I woke your grandmother, tell her I’m so sorry,” you murmured as he waved you off.

“she isn’t home. she goes out on Thursday’s nights with a few of our neighbors to watch people sing downtown,” he mentioned, taking two bowls out, “well, lets eat. I know you skip lunch all the time so you can take a nap!” he said as he swatted you with a hand towel.

you sat sat on your desk Monday morning, nervously chewing on your nails as you anxiously waited your Chemistry exam results. your teacher had a tendency to put the five highest grades on the board with the names underneath as way to congratulate the students.

you looked at Kuroo and gave him a nervous smile as your teacher took her sweet time writing everything down. you felt your phone buzz as you knew it must’ve been Kuroo telling you to relax.

finally the teacher wrote down the names underneath the scores and your name appeared right next to Kuroo’s. you immediately whipped your head to look over at him and gave him a soft but bright smile.

“everyone who failed, take notes, the next exam will be almost identical to this one and for those who passed, congratulations.”

you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach as waited for the day to end. you knew that your informal date with Kuroo was now officially happening and a part of you was beyond happy but another part of you felt sad.

you still had no idea if he even seen you in the same light you saw him but if he was taking you out for ice cream, that means he must’ve, right?

the final bell rang as you packed your things into your bag. Kuroo had told you he was running to the bathroom before the two of you could get going. you had texted your mom that you were planning on going out for a few hours to celebrate your exam score but it wasn’t until you walked out of the classroom to overhear the conversation Kuroo and a few of his volleyball mates were having with him.

“so, are you finally asking her out?” Lev asked a bit excitedly. Kuroo tried to get him to quiet down but it was Kenma who spoke up this time, “just rip it off like a band-aid. you get nothing from hiding your feelings from her,” he said in that monotone voice of his.

your heart leaped as you felt your hands get clammy. you quickly fixed your hair before walking up behind Kuroo. his friends eyes widened as you waved at them nervously, “ready?” you asked.

Kuroo nodded as you told his friends a quick hello before heading out. the two of you walked to the nearest ice cream shop, the air a bit awkward as Kuroo hoped that you hadn’t overheard the conversation he was having with Lev and Kenma.

“so,” you said quietly as the two of you sat down on the bench, eating the ice cream quietly, “I guess our hangouts are going to cease to exist,” you playfully said.

Kuroo gave you a mocking gasp, “I’m offended, here I thought you enjoyed our study sessions,” you rolled your eyes, not bothering to take your eyes off the small pond in front of you.

Kuroo knew it was now or never. with graduation creeping up and the two of you going to separate universities, he knew today was his only chance to ask you out before it was too late.

after he finished his ice cream, he tossed it in the nearby trash bin and sat back down next to you. his hand sat on his side before creeping itself to hold yours. your face went warm instantly as you felt your heart stop for a few moments.

you gave Kuroo a look as his eyes said it all. you gave him a slight nod before taking a hold of his hand a little tighter. the two of you sat in comfortable silence as the birds chirped and the sun was beginning to set.

with Kuroo’s loud mouth, you knew him asking you out wouldn’t be the most ordinary thing in the world. Kuroo was someone who said things through his actions, not words and him asking you out didn’t need to be some grand gesture.

his confession fit the two of you perfectly.

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itsmelaurel · 4 years

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Begin Again

Summary: When your best friends move away for college, you think life is officially over. However, you find yourself making new friends including the blonde surfer from the other side of the island.

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two.

The last three weeks of summer went by way too fast and it was finally your last first day of high school. You were currently out on the front steps of your home with a sign that said Senior. It was a tradition your mom went all out for every single school year.

“Looking like a snack before 8 am should be illegal.” Sarah shouted from behind your mom which caused you to roll your eyes.

“Oh, perfect shot. Probably going to use that for the Christmas card.” Your dad clapped sarcastically at your attitude being caught on camera.

“Alright, now all the kids on the steps.” Your mom directed. You and Sarah sat down first. Wheezie sat next to you and Katie, Kelce’s sister, sat on the other side of Sarah. Knowing it was only four of you this year had your heart sinking a little. These steps typically held seven Kildare Prep students. Now it was down to four and next year there would only be two left.

“I’ve got to send this to the boys. I tried to get them to take pictures on their first day of classes, but I was told they were too grown for that.” Kelce’s mom said while huddling next to Rose.

You had been successful in keeping busy these past few weeks in order to keep your mind off your best friend's physical absence in your life. All of you still texted every day in the group chat, but the promised daily FaceTime calls were slowly fading.

While you were busy with cheerleading and hanging out with the pogues, the boys had joined a frat and started classes two weeks ago. On top of that, they started partying several nights during the week and getting blackout on the weekends.

They still had no idea you were hanging out with the pogues. When they asked what you were up to, you would always tell them just hanging out with friends. Surprisingly, they never asked who. Just assuming you would never willingly hang out with the pogues.

You weren’t technically lying to them, but you constantly felt guilty about it. Then Sarah would remind you that they were living their best life at college, so why couldn’t you?

“Okay my sweet little babes, it’s time to head to school.” Your mom finally stops the photo shoot and pulls you from your thoughts. Her and your dad kiss your cheek goodbye, both of them tearing up when you get in your Jeep. They were so dramatic and you freaking loved them for it.

“I’ll see you at school after I drop these two off. Wait for me?” Sarah asked while leaning in your window. You promised to wait for her before leaving the driveway.

Arriving at school early was new for you. Last year you, Sarah and Kelce typically rode together in the mornings when Rafe had football and Topper had lacrosse. Kelce and Sarah were never on time which resulted in you running to first period with minutes to spare.

The song changed in the car, a soft country melody flowing through the speakers. The only person who listens to country is Topper and you roll your eyes at the fact he snuck this onto your playlist. Thinking of him made you realize that they really won’t be walking the halls with you today. It made your throat tighten with emotion at how different this year is going to be. The anxiety that you’ve done such a good job of hiding these past few years comes bubbling up unexpectedly.

Before you can stop yourself, you dial his number hoping it will calm your nerves. It rings a fourth, fifth and sixth time before it goes to voicemail and you hang up before you even hear the greeting. A dark, little voice in the back of your head says that he’s in college now and wouldn’t want to be bothered before 8 am about you're pathetic feelings.

The phone ringing through the speaker startles you and you immediately answer it without looking at the caller id thinking it’s Topper.

“Morning sunshine” JJs sleepy voice rasps through the car speakers.

“Morning punkin” a smile graces your face at the sickly sweet nicknames. It’s become a little joke between the two of you, mostly making fun of John B and Sarah’s overly sappy relationship.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice sounding more alert than just a few seconds ago.

“Nothing, why?” your teeth capture your bottom lip and bite down.

“Somethings up”

“Nothings up-”

“Nu uh, don’t do that. Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He prods hoping you let him in.

“I’m just really nervous about the first day, that’s all.”

“You’re going to have a great day, y/n. And if you don’t there’s nothing ice cream can’t fix.” His words are simple, but it causes you to giggle and your anxiety to melt away.

“How’d you know something was wrong?” You question.

While hanging out with the pogues these last few weeks, you and the blonde surfer had gotten close. When the couples would break off from the group, the two of you would hang out alone.

“I could just sense it and your voice cracked a little when you answered.” You imagine him giving you a shrug as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. But it was.

“Thank you, J.”

“Anytime buttercup. Do you have cheer practice today?” Now he’s the one who sounds nervous.

“I don’t. Why?”

“I don’t have work today either. Do you wanna hang out?” He all but rushes out the last sentence.

“Yeah, i'd like that.” You work out the details and he promises to bring ice cream just in case.

“Hey, you gonna sit out here all day?” Sarah knocks on your window causing you to jump. She gives you a weird look, but doesn’t question it. You climb out of the car and grab your backpack.

“How do I look?” You ask your tall blonde best friend as you head inside, motioning to your makeup and hair.

“I can’t believe you would wear that.” Her eyes scan your body and she grimaces playfully.

“We are wearing the exact same thing.”

“Shit, do you think they will notice?” She looks around at the sea of bodies all wearing a similar version of our private school uniforms.

“You’re so stupid.”

“But you love it.” She sticks her tongue out and you playfully return the gesture, all anxiety from this morning completely gone as you enter first period.

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When you get home from school, a beautiful floral arrangement of your favorite flowers are sitting on the kitchen counter. A card is folded neatly next to them.

We hope you had a great first day. Wish you were here with us already.

xoxo,

Rafe, Kelce & Topper

Your hand dances over the petals softly as you lean in to smell them. The flowers are beautiful and you snap a picture to send the boys.

Y/n: thank you for the beautiful flowers. kildare prep wasn’t the same without y’all today.

Not even a few seconds after you hit send, your phone is lighting up with a FaceTime call from Rafe.

“There’s my little senior.” His voice is teasing as he comes into view. He looks the same as the last time you physically saw him. Hair gelled back and blue eyes bright as the sky.

“Thank you for the flowers.” You know it was him who specifically ordered them from the cheesy xoxo. It was something he started using after he watched a couple of episodes of Gossip Girl with you.

“I’m glad you like them. How was your first day?” He questions and you give him a quick rundown, laughing when you tell him about Sarah falling asleep in 2nd period with drool coming out of her mouth.

“Did you miss me?” He asks playfully, but there's a twinge of something else there too.

“Of course I did, Rafe.” You tilt your head as you watch him lay back on his bed.

“I miss you so much.” He admits softly and it catches you off guard. Rafe isn’t one to share his feelings or be vulnerable in any way.

“I miss-” you begin to tell him how much you miss him, possibly even admit how your heart aches when you think of all of them, but you're cut off quickly by someone busting through his bedroom door.

“Cameron! Are you ready to get lit?” His new roommate Parker comes into view when Rafe sits up in bed.

“Dude, I’m on the phone.” Rafe gestures to the obvious FaceTime call.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Parker leans down and waves at you. “Hey y/n! How was the first day of kindergarten?” He laughs obnoxiously at his own joke and you wrinkle your nose in return. Parker wasn’t the worst person they could be roommates with, but he was pretty annoying most of the time. He lived for the frat life and everything college stood for. If you weren’t in college, he only referred to you as a child.

“Knock it off.” Rafe gives him a look, but Parker just flips him off.

“It’s okay Rafe, I have to go anyway.” You glance at the clock knowing JJ would be there any minute.

“No, don’t go. I’ll go down the hall.” Rafe says in a panic clearly not ready for your call to be over.

“I really do have to go, maybe we can talk another night this week?”

“Why can’t we talk later tonight before bed?” He questions.

“Because apparently you are about to get lit.” You let an impassive mask slip over your face.

“Oh, right.” He says as if he forgot he already has plans. “I could cancel and we could have a FaceTime movie night?”

“Dude, you aren’t cancelling. The four of us have had this planned since Sunday.” Parker chimes in with a look of mock disgust at his roommate. Thankfully the doorbell rings providing you with the perfect excuse to get off the phone.

“Rafe, I have to go. Text me later.” You blow him a kiss and hang up before he can say anything else.

However, your dad beats you to the door and let’s JJ in while you're still in the kitchen.

“My man. I didn’t know you were coming over today.” You hear your dad's voice followed by JJ saying something you can’t quite hear. They share one of those bro hugs making your eyes roll.

JJ and the rest of the pogues have been over to your house a lot the past three weeks. While your parents loved each of your new friends, they were especially fond of the blue eyed boy that would come over by himself sometimes.

“I promised the princess some ice cream.” He winked at you when he walked into the kitchen.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Your dad smirked with a shake of his head. “Wanna stay for dinner? We’re having steaks.”

“Uh, if that’s okay?” JJs eyes look to you to make sure you are okay with this and you nod.

“Perfect, I’m going to get the grill ready.” Your dad walks out leaving the two of you standing alone in the kitchen. JJs eyes roam over your body and he lets out a low whistle.

“Wow, this uniform is something else.” His words cause you to blush.

“I know you're jealous that you don’t get to wear it every day.”

“Caught me.” He laughs and you join him. Your phone starts ringing and you check to see who it is.

Rafe

You let it ring out only for it to start ringing again with Kelce’s name.

“The powerpuff girls seem eager to talk today.” JJ comments as he takes in the flowers and your phone ringing off the hook.

“Hey, don’t call them that.” You squint your eyes at the nickname.

JJ scoffs “Like they don’t call me worse names when you tell them we’re hanging out. Do you correct them?” He questions as he steps closer to you. You bite your lip and watch as his eyes darken.

“You do correct them, right?” He asks again when you hesitate to answer.

“Well, they would have to know we hang out in order for me to do that.” You admit sheepishly.

“We’ve been hanging out for three weeks. How do they not know?” His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. You can see his train of thought even though he hasn’t said it out loud.

Surely she’s told them about me.

“When I tell them I’m hanging out with friends they don’t ask who. They just assume it’s not the pogues and I don’t correct them.” You watch as he deflates a little at your words.

“That- Uh, I-” He stumbles over his words, hurt dancing across his eyes.

“I’m going to tell them. I was trying to avoid all the kook versus pogue bullshit they are going to spout off.” and you're not sure why you do it but you let your hand slip into his, offering a gentle squeeze hoping it comforts him.

His eyes look down to your hands, his signature smirk back on his face and all the tension in the air slowly disappears with it.

“If you wanted me to be your little secret all you had to do was ask.” His cockiness is back in full swing and you let go of his hand to shove him playfully.

“So, what type of ice cream did you bring?” You ask effectively changing the subject.

The both of you head up to your room to watch Ozark. He asked if you wanted to watch it the last time he was here. You’d never seen it before so it wasn’t a problem to put it on. A little more gore than what you were used to watching, but it was a pretty good show overall.

Next thing you know, you hear your mom hollering that dinner is ready. Your eyes flutter as they try to adjust to the setting sun shining through your window. A hand lightly caresses your arm and you snuggle a little deeper into the bed.

Your eyes pop open when you realize you're actually cuddled into someone and not the bed. The thought causes you to jerk straight up and look over at the boy laying in your bed. His blue eyes are staring back sleepily and a soft smile graces his face.

“I- I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry.” You rush out feeling that predictable blush rising on your cheeks. He reaches over and grabs your hand. His fingers linking with yours much like earlier.

“I didn’t mind it.” He admits honestly.

“Me either.” Your words are barely a whisper but he hears you. Sitting up, his eyes flick down to look at your lips then back up to you making his intentions clear. You nod, giving full permission for him to lean in. His breath hovers over your lips as he gets closer, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

“Y/n! JJ! Let’s go!” It’s your dad's voice that bellows from downstairs this time and both of you jump apart feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

He stares at you for a moment longer before getting up “Come on, I don’t want to upset your parents.”

You follow closely behind him heading downstairs, head still spinning over what almost just happened.

Never in a million years did you think you and JJ Maybank would be cuddled up napping together or about to share a kiss. It was a lot for you to grasp. So, you push all thoughts of what just happened out of your mind for later and try to play it cool in front of your parents.

Too bad your mom sees right through it.

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Kindergarten (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Kindergarten Rating: PG-13 Length: 2300 Warnings: None. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set August 1998. An attempt was certainly made at this chapter. It’s not GREAT™. Unbetad and as is. Summary: Josie starts kindergarten.

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Six years ago this month, you and Javier had thrown reason aside. At the time, you hadn’t realized just how monumental of an occasion it was. How would you have ever guessed that one night would bring you a lifetime of joy.

It was still surreal to think that you had a five-year-old. A bright-eyed, witty, and smart little girl who was starting kindergarten.

Javier was beside himself. He woke up an hour before the alarm went off and set up camp in Josie’s bedroom — watching her as she slept. You joined him, since you were already awake. Leaning back against his chest as he held you.

You weren’t nearly as affected as he was. Less than a month after she was born, you were sending her down the hall to a babysitter so you could get back to work before they found a reason to fire you. You were working when she started going to preschool — leaving Javier to take her and pick her up most days.

It touched you that Javier was so affected by Josie starting kindergarten. For all of his rough-around-the-edges exterior — he was a marshmallow when it came to his family. You’d watched him fight back tears as you rounded the final corner and parked a block down from the school.

“Why can’t sissy go with me?” Josie questioned, looking up at Javier as she grasped tightly at his hand, walking side-by-side with him up the sidewalk path that led to the school.

Javier glanced back over his shoulder at you and Sofía before he stopped. “Because she’s not a big girl like you are JoJo.” He told her as he crouched down to her height. “Kindergarten is for big girls.”

“And I’m a big girl?”

You smiled, resting your hand on Javier’s shoulder as you nodded. “You are a big girl! And in just a few years, she’ll be in kindergarten just like you.”

“Don’t remind me.” Javier grumbled quietly. “Remember everything we’ve taught you, princesa. Okay?”

“Okay, daddy.” Josie grinned. “It’s just like preschool, right?”

“Except you’ll be learning a lot more in kindergarten.” You explained. “And you have to be extra good.”

“Oh!” Her eyes widened. “But I like talking, mommy. They didn’t like that at preschool.”

Javier snorted, “Yes. We are aware of that. Just try to sit and listen like a big girl, okay?” He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. “And then I’ll pick you up and take you for ice cream.”

“You spoil her.” He swatted his back lightly, before you readjusted Sofía in your arms. “I know you’re gonna do a great job, babydoll.”

“I know too.” She beamed, before she threw her arms around Javi and hugged him tightly. “Mommy?”

“Yeah?” You questioned, brows furrowed as she looked up at you.

In her very obvious conspiratorial whisper, Josie offered, “I think daddy’s sad.”

Javier let out a strained chuckle and you rubbed your hand over the width of his shoulders. “I just can’t believe you’re already in school, JoJo. That’s all.”

Sofía kicked her legs, trying desperately to get out of your hold. She babbled, mostly nonsensical attempts at voicing her displeasure for not being able to go where Josie was going.

“Babe,” You started, reaching out for Javier’s hand as he stood back up. “I’m gonna take her back to the car. Okay?”

He frowned, “You don’t want to see Josie off to her first day of school?”

You shook your head, “I want you to have this moment, Javi.” You cupped his cheek, smiling up at him.

Javier closed the distance and kissed you gently, “Thank you, baby.”

“I know you’ve been dreading this for… five years.” You brushed your fingers over his forehead, fluffing his hair. “Go walk your daughter to school.”

Sofía grabbed at Javier, trying to get him to take her from you. “Sorry, sunshine. Daddy’s gotta take Josie to school.” You tickled her, earning a fit of giggles, before you turned back towards Javier. “And I won’t judge you if you cry.”

“You better not.” He taunted with a grin, rubbing Sofía’s back before he looked down at Josie. “Let’s get you to class.”

As much as you might want to walk her into her classroom, it wasn’t like you hadn’t already met her teacher — Ms. Bryant — at the parent-teacher night. You wanted Javier to have this special moment with his daughter.

You were still trying to make up for him not being present for her birth. Josie was his entire world. These were the important memories you wanted Josie to have with her father. They were the kind that she’d hold onto forever.

And maybe, deep down, it stirred up your own memories. You wanted Josie to have everything you didn’t have growing up. You wanted her to have those special memories.

“JoJo?” Sofía mumbled, straining to look back over your shoulder as you started towards the Jeep.

“She’ll be home this evening,” You told her, even though you knew she didn’t really understand what you were saying. “She’s got to go learn.”

Sofía seemed satisfied with that answer, trying to stick her whole fist in her mouth as she rested her head on your shoulder.

You got her settled into her car seat, setting up the little plastic tray that sat across her seat so she could snack on goldfish while you waited for Javier to return to the car. You knew it was going to be hard on him. Which was the precise reason why you had taken the day off. You were trying, slowly but surely, to back away from your roll at the police department.

Steve had officially parted ways with the DEA and, with his own consulting business set up, you were looking forward to partnering with him and taking a more active role Sofía and Josie. And maybe you were looking at the adjunct faculty paperwork Javier had brought home for you.

Sometimes you missed being in the field — but without Javier and Steve it would never be the same as things had once been in Colombia. You couldn’t cling to something that couldn’t happen again.

“How about Toy Story?” You remarked to your daughter, glancing back at her as she pushed the goldfish around on her tray. You grabbed the cassette case from the backseat, grabbing the Toy Story Read-Along tape and sticking it into the cassette player. Unlike Josie, who all the tapes were bought for, Sofía loved listening to them in the car or in the nursery.

And whatever soothed her, you were willing to try. Even still, Sofía was a difficult baby. Always on the go, even before she could walk. She started with scooting her butt on the floor, sliding herself everywhere and entirely bypassing the crawling stage.

She and Josie were night and day.

“You like that?” You questioned as the voice on the tape started talking. You turned back around to look at her, smiling as you watched her sink back against the car seat, fumbling to get another goldfish into her mouth as she contentedly listened to the narration.

Javier returned nearly thirty minutes into the Toy Story narration, just as Sofía was starting to drift off. At least she’d take a nap when you got back to the house. He was trying to put on like he hadn’t been crying, but the distinct redness under his eyes made it obvious that he had been.

“You wanna go home?” You questioned, reaching over to take his hand into yours.

He squeezed your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of yours as he gave a stiff nod. “I can’t believe she’s in kindergarten.”

You exhaled slowly, chewing on your bottom lip as you studied him. “Me neither. How’d she do?”

“No tears.” He answered with a short chuckle, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “A couple of the kids from preschool are in her class. She was thrilled. Went straight over and started playing with some building blocks.” Javier sniffed quietly, “Baby, I feel like I’m gonna blink and she’s going to be off to college tomorrow.”

“I know.” You sympathized, bringing his hand up to your lips so you could kiss each knuckle. “Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I think it’s going to be my first day at the DEA all over again.” You smiled softly at him. “All we can do is hope we’ve given her all the tools she needs to succeed in school.”

“I just can’t believe she’s in kindergarten.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, his gaze flickering towards the backseat where Sofía was quietly snoring with a sticky goldfish stuck to her chin. “We should take her home.”

You squeezed his hand tightly, “Javi.”

“Hmm?” He glanced back at you.

“You’re a really good father.”

Javier let out a shaky breath, “Baby, you’re gonna make me cry again.” He complained, releasing your hand so he could wipe at his eyes. “Shit.”

“I’m just saying,” You started, keeping your eyes on his face. “If I could have more children, I would do it in a heartbeat, because I love how you are with our girls.” You leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek. “Guess we’ll just have to wait till we have grandkids.”

Javier gaped at you, “Baby, she just started kindergarten ten minutes ago. We are not gonna talk about our baby having babies.”

You laughed, pulling your seatbelt on. “It could be worse. If we started sooner we could have a ten-year-old.”

“And when exactly would we have done it earlier?”

At least this had gotten him out of his funk. “I could’ve gotten behind your vibe the night I bagged us Lehder.” You grinned, putting the car into reverse as you inched back, so you could out of the spot easier. “You were very… I don’t know what the right word is.”

“I was in awe of you, baby.” Javier admitted, dragging his fingers through his hair as he sank back into his seat. “You think we would’ve made it?”

You shrugged, “In my hypothetical world where we had six kids?”

“Six?” He sputtered.

You snorted, “Babe. I’m just kidding.” You reached over and squeezed his thigh. “Two is plenty, thank you very much.”

“Two is a handful,” He agreed, resting his hand over yours. “What would that even look like?”

“Four too many kids.” You laughed quietly, staring straight ahead as you drove. “I hope you understood why I let you be the one to take Josie in.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, tapping his thumb against your fingers. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome.” You gave his leg three squeezes, before you returned your hand to the steering wheel.

Javier leaned forward to turn Toy Story down, but you shot him a look. “What?”

“She will start crying.”

“Really?”

“Go ahead and test it, Javi.” You shot back. “Frankly, I was looking forward to her napping when we got home. But, go ahead.” You waved your hand dismissively.

“What did you have in mind?”

You tilted your head to look at him as you rolled up to a stop sign. “I was contemplating a nap.”

“A nap?”

“Well, the nap was going to follow a workout.” You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek as you turned to look at him.

“You don’t have to go in today?”

You shook your head, “Took off just for you.”

“You’re too good to me, baby.”

“Only because you’re good to me.” You smiled at him, before focusing on the road again. “And if she wakes up, we could take Stevie for a run and set her up in the new stroller.”

Javier pursed his lips, “We could do that while she naps.”

Your brows shot upwards, “Really?”

He shrugged, “Gotta keep in shape if I plan on seeing my five-year-old give me grandkids.”

“The old man is finally concerned with his health.” You punched the air with a laugh.

“Easy there, Miss High Blood Pressure.”

“Excuse you, it’s Ms.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, Ms.”

“Thank you.” You smirked. “See, not so hard.”

“You should tell that to JoJo’s teacher who couldn’t fathom why you aren’t Mrs. Peña.”

You scoffed, “I thought we sorted that out at the conference.”

He shrugged, “She was back at being confused about it. Don’t worry, Josie set her straight.”

“Oh? She’s going to get into so much trouble.”

“She’s a carbon copy of you.”

“Well, my sass has gotten me into so much trouble.” You made a face. “Did she remember the accent on Josie’s name at least?”

He nodded, “She did get that right.”

You blinked twice, feeling the faint prickle of tears as you pulled into your driveway. “Fuck. We have a kindergartener, Javi. It just hit me.”

“It’s fucking crazy, baby.”

Five years had slipped by in an instant. Josie had gone from newborn infant to the five-year-old who left her bike laying in the front yard after you told her twice to put it up. And that was somehow the tipping point.

Another summer had slipped by.

And Josie wasn’t at preschool for half a day. There was no rushing to pick her up. She was in school, where she’d be every day during the school year, until she was eighteen.

And then she'd go to college and move out.

Somehow that led you down the path about your own age and Javier’s. He’d be in his early sixties when Josie went to college.

Before you knew it, both of your girls would have lives of your own and you and Javier would be old empty nesters.

Javier reached over and rubbed your back. “And you thought you weren’t gonna get emotional about our kid going to school.”

“Fuck off.” You laughed, wiping at your teary eyes before you slapped at his leg playfully.

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kaunis-sielu · 4 years

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Teacher, Teacher: 13

You and Minnie end up staying at Steve’s for the whole weekend. With all of the damage that the storm had done it took crews longer to get the roads clear for cars. On Saturday evening you and Steve had gone along the street to see if people needed anything since you could go on his bike and pick up supplies. Honestly, any excuse to get on the back of his bike you’ll take.

You still haven’t told him how you feel, it’s only been almost two months, the Halloween party being tonight, and you were even doing a couple’s costume, granted the rest of your team was in on it too but you and Steve and Nat and Clint were both definitely couples ones. Your team decided to do Grease Lightening, you’d been voted to do Sandra Dee and so Steve had done Danny Zuko while Nat was Rizzo and Clint was Kenickie. You’d opted to go for innocent beginning of the movie Sandra Dee, besides running around in a big skirt and flats was much easier than black pants and red heels.

“Sandy.” Steve says as you follow your class out of your room.

“Danny.” You smirk over at him, then make your way down the line of kids to get them right against the wall. You don’t want any of the other kids tripping over your student’s feet. Kindergarten always starts the parade, followed by first grade, then second and so on. The Halloween celebrations are always fun, the kids love them, and while it’s crazy it’s always a nice break from a typical day. There are also usually a lot of parent volunteers so you’ve been able to flirt with Steve a little today since you’re spending more time outside of your classroom.

You’re so scared to tell him how you feel, which according to Natasha is ‘so fucking stupid’ and you hate to admit it but she’s probably right.

The day is chaotic and fun and you have a great time. You even manage to forget about the staff party later and the fact that you agreed to let Natasha help you transform into end of the movie Sandy. Tight leather pants and all. So when Natasha comes stalking into your classroom like a woman on a mission after the buses have left you’re momentarily confused.

“You’re not getting out of this.” She says stalking forward and grabbing your arm. She practically drags you to one of the staff bathrooms and shoves you in before following you and locking the door. “Hair, make up or clothes first?”

“I suppose clothes, I don’t wanna ruin the hair or make up when I change.”

“Okay here.” She passes you the tight crop top and black leather pants she’d brought you. She turns away as you change, “we have two options for your hair, wig or curl.”

“Let’s just curl it. Wigs make my head itchy.”

“Why do you know that?”

“Don’t ask.” She stares at you before shaking her head with a laugh.

“Alright, I’ll do your hair while you do the make up.” She passes you her phone that has a picture of Olivia Newton John’s make up and you pop open your bag and get to work.

You finish the make up before Nat finishes your hair, a nice red lip stain is the final touch.

“How’d I do?” You ask and Nat glances at your reflection.

“Damn girl.” You laugh softly, “maybe five more minutes on the hair.

“That’s fine. I’m enjoying the pampering.” You tell her and Nat rolls her eyes at you.

Sure enough five minutes later you’re ready to go. Red heels, black leather jacket, metal hoops, you hate to admit it but you feel like a million bucks. You and Nat take a quick selfie before making your way down to the gym where the staff party is being held. You’re a couple minutes late but nothing crazy.

Bucky is the first one to notice you and Natasha as you make your way to your team. His mouth hangs open and after a nudge Steve follows his best friend’s gaze. You see his eyes widen as you and Nat saunter over.

“Boys,” She purrs before kissing Clint. “Doesn’t Sunny look killer?”

“Damn Sunny.” Thor says with a grin, “Your costume is spot on.”

“The best part is all of this is Natasha’s. Except the shoes, those are mine.” You tell him with a smirk over at Nat.

“Your ass looks better in those pants than mine does. If you want them they’re yours.”

“Where am I gonna wear leather pants?”

“Steve’s bike. Obviously.” She says and Steve nods.

“Leather, leather is safer. Protects you better from the road.” He agrees.

“Hmmm, good to know. I’m gonna be pissed if we don’t win this year. We look hella good.” You say as Carol makes her way up the steps of the small stage.

“Alright everyone. Let’s get each team up here so that our impartial judges can get a look at your team costumes.” You lean into Steve to get a look at the judges and gasp.

“Shit! Nat! The middle judge.” You hiss and she leans around Bucky then swears softly.

“If you wanna dip we can.” She says, you chew on the inside of your cheek as you think.

“What? Who is he?”

“That would be Brock Rumlow. He’s a gym teacher at another school in the district. He’s always been far too interested in our Sunny.”

“He’s a creep.”

“Don’t worry Doll. I got you.” Steve promises curling an arm around your shoulders, “I won’t let him anywhere near you.”

“Thanks Steve.” You tell him making worried eye contact with Natasha as Hope and her bright pink hair comes hurrying over.

“Did you guys see?” She asks, her eyes wide in concern.

“Yea.” You mumble seriously regretting your costume change now.

“Are you gonna be okay?” You nod, you’d sworn Nat and Hope to secrecy about the time at the district wide holiday party when Brock had decided to get too handsy for your liking, you knew that Bucky would’ve killed him with Thor and Clint as his willing accomplices. But Steve had promised he wasn’t leaving your side and you knew that neither Nat or Hope would either, you could do this.

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toomanysurveys9 · 3 years

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Do you take lessons for anything? No. Although I’m in grad school for marriage and family therapy. So that’s kind of like lessons. Lol.

Has something really heavy ever fallen on you? Not really, no.

If you wear makeup, what colors do you usually wear? I usually use natural colors.

Does your shower have curtains or a glass door/wall? It has a curtain.

If you have more than one pet, do they ever get jealous of each other? I have so many pets, and Phe and Cocoa do occasionally get jealous.

Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in? Not a room, exactly, but I hate our basement.

Do you remember the last question you were asked? What did you answer? Just the one I just answered here.

Besides salt and butter, do you put anything on your popcorn? Jalapeno powder stuff they have at our local movie theater. It’s good with the butter.

Are you lonely? I guess you could say that.

What’s your favorite magazine to read? I haven’t really read any magazines in a long time.

Do you like pineapple? I do. I used to not like it when I was a kid, but I do now.

Have you ever seen fireflies? I have!

Have you ever trespassed? Not that I can remember.

Do you tell your parents where you are going? I mean, sometimes. Sometimes I will just say I’m leaving, and leave it at that.

Do you raise your hand or participate in class? I’m doing online classes. It’s mostly reading and writing papers.

Do you like visiting the mall? Why or why not? I used to. But it’s kind of stressful these days. Although I do want to go soon for a smoothie. There’s a store in one about an hour away that has the best.

Have you ever purposely hurt an animal? No.

Would you ever see a therapist? I have before, and I would again if I needed to.

Are you afraid of heights? Yes.

Are you afraid of the dark? Not really.

Are you a jealous person? Not normally, but I can be if I think I have reason.

When is your birthday? September 1.

What are you listening to right now? The kiddos talking about ice cream.

Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing? Yeah. My mom caught us having sex once when we were 18.

Are you still friends with someone from kindergarten? Not really.

What is the most important thing to you? My kids.

Do you like whipped cream? Yeah, usually.

Are you close to your mother? Yes.

Are you close to your father? Yes, but it’s not quite the same as with my mom.

Do you walk around bare foot when you’re at home? Or do you wear socks? I am usually barefoot.

Do you like chocolate popsicles? I haven’t had them in a long time, so I couldn’t really say.

Would you ever be your school’s mascot who wears that costume? No.

Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben? I guess Big Ben because that’s a place I really want to visit.

Have you ever written a poem? A long, long time ago. They weren’t that great.

Would you ever be a tornado chaser? NO. NO. NO. I’m too chicken.

What is your favorite thing to eat with bbq sauce, if you even like that stuff? Pulled pork sandwiches.

Your parents tell you that this summer, you get to pick the vacation. Where do you plan to go? A longer vacation to TN than what we are doing during memorial day weekend.

What do you think is a good theme for a prom? I have no idea.

Have you ever had to do a class in summer school? I didn’t have to, but I took my statistics class in undergrad during summer.

Do you get nervous when you go to the doctor? About what? Yeah. Since getting pregnant, I’m afraid of being told I lost the baby.

Have you ever been to the rainforest? I wish, but no.

Have you ever created a website? Nope.

Ever thought about writing a book? Yes. I think it would be fun but challenging.

Have you ever had a dream where you killed someone? I don’t think so.

Do you ever make up stories in your head and wish they come true? Yeah.

Which is worse: stuffy nose or runny nose? Runny nose. And it can be more painful.

Which is worse: Sick to your stomach or sore throat? I hate being nauseous, and I hate throwing up.

Do you think your last relationship was a disaster? Eh. Kind of I guess. I never should have dated him.

Have you ever solved a Rubik’s Cube? I’ve never really tried, so no..

Who do you think is the easiest to talk to? Probably Stephanie these days.

Would you consider yourself to be emo? I guess.

Do you have a favourite metal band or do you not like metal? I don’t really listen to metal.

What is your current desktop picture? Nothing. It was my kids and then my computer did something funky and I just never fixed it.

Thick or thin blanket? Depends, but usually thicker.

Who are your favorite bands? That’s kind of hard to answer. I don’t really know.

How do you mark through your word search puzzles? It varies from highlighter, circling, or putting a line through it.

Have you ever sewn something? I don’t think so.

What did you eat for dinner last night? Turkey sandwich.

Ever been grounded? Story of my life growing up.

Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? No.

When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) It’s been several months, at least.

Have you ever drank Cherry Coke? Yeah.

Have you ever had a black eye? I have.

Have you ever eaten a bug? I have not ever chosen to eat one.

Do you like pranking people? Nope.

Did you ever take a cooking class in school? I did in high school.

Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? Not really. We celebrate Wyatt’s birthday. My little St. Patrick’s Day baby. :)

Do you use Skype? No. I use zoom when I have meetings with professors.

Have you ever participated in local magazine cover girl searches? Nope.

Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? No.

Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? He never was.

Describe the most romantic moment you’ve ever had. I honestly don’t know. Jacob isn’t exactly the romantic type.

Have you ever cheated on a test? Nope.

Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? Nope. Or... not really. We did premarital counseling with the pastor that officiated our wedding, but I don’t know that I would count that.

How often does your employer ask you to work overtime? A lot. Considering I am part-time and said a maximum of 3 full days a week. Plus she has me on one of the most aggressive kids, so that’s great. I emailed her over the weekend letting her know I was done working with him, so we will see how that conversation goes tomorrow and whether I will have a job still.

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? YES. I have always loved to read.

When was the last time you were scared? Yesterday while watching Jacob in the night of destruction events.

What’s your favorite song by Rihanna? I don’t really know.

Can you speak binary? Nope.

Would you rather live somewhere that had hurricanes or tornadoes? I would prefer neither. Lol.

Have you ever had a pet that you disliked? Nope.

When was the last time you saw hail? A year or two ago. We are getting a new roof thanks to insurance because of it.

What is on your mind right this second: That I kind of want ice cream.

Have you ever given a nickname to your pet(s)? Yeah.

When was the last time you shaved your legs? Last week.

Do you ever try free samples at the store? Yeah.

Do you like boys with long hair? I don’t really have a preference with hair length.

Do you like root beer? Yeah.

What is the best fast food place, in your opinion? I don’t know.

Do you have faith in yourself? LOL. No.

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boycrazy-fanfic · 4 years

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Kindergarten Boyfriend

Fandom: Heathers

Word Count: 1198

Pairing: Ram Sweeney x Male Reader

"There was a boy I met in kindergarten, he was sweet, he said that I was smart. He was good at sports and people liked him, and at nap-time once, we shared a mat.

For as long as I can remember, Ram Sweeney had been gay. Not the flamboyant gay, or the nerdy gay. No, Ram Sweeney was the all too rare jock that just happened to not like girls. He had always been really into sports. Even though I couldn't say the same for myself, we always had fun together.

Although I didn't fully realize my sexuality until later, Ram and I had been "dating" since we met all those years ago. I know it sounds cliché, but we were basically best friends with benefits. I know what you're thinking, and it certainly wasn't like that (especially cause we were both five). Looking back, it was pretty insane that I had my first kiss with him that same year. Granted, it was nothing more than a peck on the lips, but back then, we thought it was the funniest thing. There weren't any romantic intentions behind our kisses, yet, but I remember enjoying them nonetheless.

The label of "boyfriend" didn't come about until the Valentine's Day of 8th grade. Our bodies were changing and we were feeling a lot more than we ever had. I remember being excited to go to school that day because in the week before, Ram and I decided to get each other something for this Valentine's Day.

'Happy Valentine's Day,' I said, handing him his gift. A box of chocolates no larger than my palm. It only contained three or four pieces because I couldn't go all out considering my parents didn't like me getting Valentine's gifts for another guy. I kissed his cheek and gave him a quick hug before going back to my desk.

After the first bell rang, Ram quickly got out of his seat and walked towards my desk. I realized he was holding a card and a bag of M&M's (those are my favorite). He handed me the candy and smiled, his face reddening by the second. Obviously trying to muster up the courage to continue. Ram cleared his throat and proceeded to read the card out loud, in front of the entire class, much to the dismay of our teacher.

'To my brilliant boyfriend. I thank God you came along. My gorgeous guy, who's tough and strong. Who makes me laugh, and keeps me calm, who's full of warmth, and endless charm.'

I was in love with Ram Sweeney. All the signs pointed in that direction. The butterflies when he spoke, the racing heartbeat when he would hold my hand, the random smiles we'd always give each other. I always knew Ram and I had something special, but I hadn't realized what it was until then. The reason I never looked at anyone else was that it had always been Ram and I. We never needed anyone else 'cause we always had each other. All the late-night phone calls, FaceTimes, study sessions ('cause we all know Ram isn't the brightest when it comes to school).

'We've been doing whatever you call this for eight years now and I'm ready to make us official. Everyone in Sherwood knows we belong together, and I know you do too. What do you say? Wanna be my boyfriend?' He asked. He took a deep breath and smiled, clearly satisfied with himself.

'Duh!' I exclaimed. I don't know why I was so excited, I knew that literally, nothing would change except we had a label now. We were basically dating before. I got up and hugged him almost instantly. I was swept up in all of this emotion that I almost forgot we were in class. I could see our teacher certainly wasn't entertained. He wasn't fuming but I could tell he wasn't pleased.

'Despite how heartwarming that was, I suggest you two have a seat before I have to assign detentions for delaying class,' he said, using air quotations around "heartwarming". We sat down and I spent the rest of the day thinking about what had just happened. To be honest, asking me out was purely a formality.

Freshman year, Ram decided to try out for the football team. Even though it meant we wouldn't spend as much time together, I was still happy for him. He really loves it and he's good too. He's not varsity good, but for a freshman, he's fantastic. Over the course of football season, Ram met this guy, Kurt. Ram started to hang out with him and they became good friends. Kurt and Ram were practically inseparable.

Unfortunately, Kurt was an established homophobe. So, not wanting to hide it any longer, Ram finally came out to Kurt and told him that we were dating, which felt nice to hear him say. Ram was basically Kurt's only friend and a good one at that. He didn't want to lose his only friend so he decided to try and be more accepting. Kurt would sometimes even tag along when Ram and I would go on dates. Which admittedly did bother me sometimes. But, Kurt got a lot better so I didn't mind having a third wheel around most of the time.

That brings us to senior year. Ram and I couldn't have been better. We were hanging out whenever we were free. Plus, Ram insisted on driving me to school every morning and driving me home on the days that he didn't have practice. Sometimes Kurt would join us on our way to school but most days he was too busy driving his girlfriend to school. In those three years, Kurt and Ram really improved football-wise. Kurt had become the quarterback and Ram had become the best defensive linebacker this school had ever seen. It had been three years and I still wasn't quite sure what a defensive linebacker was despite Ram's constant reminders 'cause he knew I wouldn’t remember. He truly was amazing, though.

Now I won't say your dad was the perfect boyfriend. We certainly had our fair share of bad times. Hell, we almost broke up one time. But, he's my best friend and I wouldn't have it any other way. I hope someday when you're older, you'll find someone who loves and cherishes you as much as your dad and I love and cherish each other, and you guys." I finished.

"Don't worry, Y/N, they will," Ram said, putting his arm around me and pecking my cheek. "Our kids are great, they'll have no trouble finding someone just as great as they are." He presses a soft kiss onto my lips as our kids roll their eyes and walk away, pretending to barf.

"Get outta here you two!" Ram laughs and hurls a pillow at them causing them to run out giggling, trying to avoid being hit. Ram really is the best. We've been married for three years now and have two beautiful kids. Honestly it feels like we've been married forever. I'm certainly not complaining though. Life with Ram is like a dream, luckily for me, I haven't woken up yet.

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alyb253 · 4 years

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Next Week’s Read Alouds

My district is still trying to figure their sh*t out, but as of right now, the students doing remote learning are scheduled to return on September 28th. For starters the district has yet to communicate this officially with their staff (we have heard from our principal), but they sent out an email and Robo call to all families earlier this week. Don’t get me wrong, we want to go back! We want to be with our kids, but we need to do this safely and that means slowly. The district is letting students back in waves...but instead of the recommended first wave, wait a couple weeks, then second wave, wait a couple weeks, etc. They’re planning to have the four waves come back to school in four weeks. Not to mention it hasn’t been two weeks since Labor Day, so we haven’t had a chance to see if our numbers spike. We (teachers) are already stressed and drained. We are “end of year” tired and we’ve been back for 8 days. A lot of us are still unsure what we will be teaching because our district is providing remote learning and fully online. But the class sizes are still changing. I was moved from remote to online because our numbers were “too low” and now my colleague has 31 first graders in his class. I am teaching kindergarten online, which is a whole other post, but my class has 12...as of today (Elementery online school has a big waitlist) Also, remote and online learning are using different programs, so let’s say I get moved back into my building, I’m going to have to then take a lot of trainings on how to use their program because I’ve only done trainings on our program. Confused yet? Yeah now imagine having to teach this week and be told oh you need to clean out your classroom so your room has the biggest footprint to allow each room to have 20 students in it (first it was 12, then 15, then 10...now 20). Oh and no one can help you because we can’t have extra people in the building. Yeah. It’s been a week for sure. My heart goes out to all the families struggling to provide child care and to try and make it through right now. We need to support them the best we can. I’m so nervous that if we push to go back, we’re gonna end up having to go into lockdown again for even longer. There is no easy answer and I pray that whatever happens, it’ll work out, but... Anyways. Sorry for this long rant. Happy Friday! Hope you all have a wonderful and restful weekend! ❤️

#teaching in covid #teaching2020 #long rant #WTF #who is in charge?#lord give us strength #oh and our state is one of the ones on fire

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thetierdslytherin · 4 years

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Its nice to have a friend Spencer Reid x reader

So this is a Spencer Reid song fic based on its nice to have a friend by Taylor swift. and I saw someone else to a songfic based on this song for another character and i felt inspired. there’s mention of bullying and divorce but other than that just a fluffy fic.

Mostly gender neutral reader x Spencer but at one point the reader wears a dress

School bell rings, walk me home

Sidewalk chalk covered in snow

Lost my gloves, you give me one

"Wanna hang out?"

School was finally over as the bell rang signaling the end of the day my teacher said something but I didn't hear her. No, I'm too excited to get home. It's the first day of winter break and I couldn't be more excited. I didn't really see the point of kindergarten and most of the kids are mean.

Anyways my mommy lets me walk home by myself alot of the bigger kids do and it's only a 10 minute walk to my house. I finally stop running just outside of the school yard where a lot of the kids color and draw on the sidewalk too icy to do it now which reminds me i'm not supposed to run because I could get hurt.

As I look up to continue my walk home I see a kinda frail looking boy with crooked teeth and glasses too big for his face, ah Spencer he's not in my class with me but I know him cause a lot of the kids tease him and hide his stuff. I don't really know why but my parents say if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. Besides, I don't know why they do it all he really does is sit by himself and read.

He doesn't have any gloves on or a hat and it's snowing and I'm cold with my gloves and coat so I know he is too, maybe he doesn't have any. It's not really common to snow in Las Vegas but it's probably because the kids hid them from him. I run up to catch up with him. It's not that hard, he's not exactly moving fast, he doesn't seem really excited to get home, maybe he doesn't have anything to do.

“Here take one of mine” I hold out one of my gloves to him so at least only one of his hands will be cold. He looks at me like he's expecting me to tease him or snatch the glove away at the last second but I guess he deems me trust worthy enough and takes it putting it on his furthest hand.

“t-thanks i’m s-spencer”

“I know i’m y/n you lost your gloves right?” I know the kids took them but I don't want him to feel any worse about it.

“Yeah I did thanks” he still looks really cold so I grab his hand closest to me and try to interlock our fingers so both his hands will be warm. He kinda flinches at first but then seems to accept that I'm not gonna hurt him.

“So you won't be cold Spencer”

We walk for maybe a minute in silence before I get another idea

“Wanna hang out?”

Video games, you pass me a note

Sleeping in tents

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

I'm now i'm second grade and Spencer is in third and ever since that day we've been best friends and do practically everything together and this is the first year without him in my grade and I miss him a lot but we still hang out everyday after school.

“C’mon Spencer it won't be bad I promise my parents are right inside and if you want to go you can but could you please try it”.

I'm referring to spending the night in a tent in my backyard.Sleepovers were a common thing for Spencer and I especially with his dad having left I think that's why he likes being over so much it lets him forget for a little while.Earlier this week I learned Spencer had never been camping due to his thing with germs but after a lot of begging and secret planning on my part he agreed “okay y/n but if I don't like it we can go in?”

I nod happily and lead him to the backyard where everyday after school I've been cleaning it and setting up a campsite in the cleanest way possible. “Did you know that 77 million american households contain a member that camps and 81% of households in America say they want to camp more?”

“No, I didn't Spence, do you have any more statistics about camping for me?’ this is one thing I love about him he can tell you something about any subject you ask him it's because of his Eidetic memory.He found out he had last year and its super cool he can remember and fact I wish I had his memory some times.

I open the tent to reveal an air mattress with a bunch of blankets and some comic books my mommy bought earlier. It's not the big books like he likes to read but it's Marvel comics that I introduced him to a few months ago and we've been reading them together ever since.

“w-wow y/n this is so cool, did you know the hulk was supposed to be grey in the original comics but was changed to green after a mess up with printer ink?”

“No but i'd love to hear more comic facts”

He deserves someone to listen to him after everything with his parents and all the kids at school bullying him. I don't want him to ever feel alone.

Light pink sky up on the roof

Sun sinks down, no curfew

Twenty questions, we tell the truth

You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too

Something gave you the nerve

To touch my hand

It's amazing how two people who are in such different places in their lives can still love each other so much while Spencer is the only 16 year old I know with 2 phds working on another i'm still in highschool. Not from lack of hard work though i’m graduating this year 2 years early so I can go to cal tech to be with Spencer. If i'm being perfectly honest if not for Spencer I wouldn't be graduating early but I miss him too much to stay any longer. I'm sick of highschool boyfriends and football games and dealing with the same kids who bullied Spencer for being a nerd acting like we’re best friends just because I made nice with them.

Right now were on the roof of my house after a lot of convincing on my part to get him out here

“Why are we out here y/n do you know how many roof related accidents happen a year?”

“No but I'm sure you do dr.” I think my favorite pastime of recent is teasing Spencer.

He's saying something to me as I nod along but I'm not paying attention to what he's saying. No, I'm too busy staring at him.

He's really grown into his features he still has a boyish look about him but now his jawline is very defined and his brown hair goes just past his hair curling at the ends after a long day of hanging out the gel has worn out making his hair as messy as ever and he’s traded his glasses for contacts but i still think he looks for lack of better word beautiful either way. I know I love him, I've loved him since the first day I met him and over the years at one point I guess the feelings went from platonic to romantic but I don’t tell him. I don't have to I know i'll spend the rest of my life with Spencer Reid

“y/n y/n hello”

“Hmm, what were you saying Spence?”

“I-i’m sorry am i boring you y/n?” the worst part is he's not mad about it he looks upset like he feels bad for boring me.

“No never, i'm sorry I was just thinking”

“About what?”

“You” why did I say that but it's fine it has to be Spencer won't care but I don't want to see his reaction to my words instead focusing on the pink orange sky

“You know I love you right that i'll always love you”

I feel him grasp my hand interlocking our fingers and I let out a quiet gasp-but he heard it. We've only held hands twice our whole lives the first day I met him and after the goal post incident so this is well, completely out of character for him and our friendship.

“I love you too y/n”

Church bells ring, carry me home

Rice on the ground looks like snow

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Feels like home, stay in bed

The whole weekend

They call us stupid-young and dumb-that well be divorced in 10 years but we love each other and known each other our whole lives hes just been accepted into the BAU at 20 he has to move to Quantico. I'm gonna go with him I can get a job i've finished my degree there's nothing keeping me here.

“Let's get married”

“What?” it's rare that I make him speechless but this seems to do the trick.

“Why don't I love you and you love me. We've been dating for how many years now 4? I want to spend the rest of my life with you i've known that I wanted you in my life since that first day on the sidewalk I want to grow old with you and have kids and grand kids so why wait let's get married” I look up at him silently pleading with him to just agree with me.

“y/n 45% of marriages end in divorce and 20% of couples under 24 get divorced in the first year of marriage”. He’s cautious I don't blame him not after what happened with his mom and dad.

“Well this is one time i'm going to ask you not to trust the statistics. I may not know all the facts about marriage and life but i know us and i'd like to think that's enough. I don't want anything big just us we can go down to the courthouse and make it official”

He moves over to the couch where i'm sitting and grabs my hand “yes”

It wasn't anything big, him in the only suit he owns and me in a dime store wedding dress. The rings we have are cheap and the diamond in my hand may have been small but it means everything to me.

We didn't even tell our parents why his mom is institutionalized, his dad left and my parents don't approve of me leaving for Quantico instead its Spencer and I with 5 of our college friends. We both walk out of the courthouse as they throw rice at us-unnecessary but sweet of them-and get into his car driving off to go home. We aren't having a honeymoon unless you count moving to Quantico.

He picks me up and carries me through the threshold of the apartment as he sets me down I ask “can we do our vows I know we both agreed not to prepare anything don't worry I didn’t I just want to tell you some things and you don't even have to say anything back I just need to say it. Spencer I just want you to know how incredibly proud I am of you and all you’ve acomplised and overcome even the first time I saw you I could tell we were gonna be friends.I am just so thankful to have you here right now and for sticking with me through all of the chess matches and late night adventure and stupid boyfriends and what I guess i’m trying to say is thank you for always being you I love you.”

I look at him with tears in my eyes and with tears in his eyes too and he clears his throat “ y/n I will never be able to express how you have helped me over the years from school yard bullies to cal tech and my mom.And I know i'm not the best with words i'm better with analysis and fact but there is no fact or statistic that will let me describe how i'm love with you I am” I put one hand on the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss.

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #childhood friends #comfort

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ADHD, Gifted Programs, and Accidental Accommodations

So one big thing has been on my mind pretty consistently since I got diagnosed last year at the age of 30—why did it take so long to figure this out? At no point in my K-12 education or my 4 year bachelor’s degree schooling did any teacher or counselor question or suggest I may have ADHD, despite the fact that I check nearly every single box on every diagnostic criteria (both inattentive and hyperactive!)

One obvious reason is sexism. Pretty early in my reading on the subject, I learned that ADHD is dramatically under-diagnosed in girls and women. Partly this is because of different presentations, but a lot of it is just that the stereotype people have in their heads of what an ADHD kid looks like is always a boy.

But the other big reason, and the one I want to talk about today, is the fact that one of the few ADHD diagnostic boxes that I didn’t check was “bad grades.” So really, the question is, why weren’t my grades bad?

That’s not to say I was especially good at school work. My backpacks, desks, and binders were always a complete mess, and I NEVER did the homework. I would do the big projects (at the last possible second, of course) but daily homework just straight up didn’t happen. If there was time left at the end of class I would sometimes quickly do the homework for the next day, and occasionally jot down some approximation of it in the minute or two before class started, but when I was actually at home, I never touched it.

But here’s the thing with ADHD brains: We can focus on things with no problem, as long as we find them interesting. And I’ve always read quickly enough that doing the reading for class was usually interesting. And for the most part, the class content itself usually seemed interesting enough. But probably most importantly, I consider tests interesting. There’s always been enough of a challenge racing-the-clock game-like aspect to them to me that I would stay engaged on the tests, and even if didn’t completely know the material, I was good at using logic to get a pretty good guess (like using all those tricks they teach for standardized tests—narrowing down the options on a multiple choice question, looking for answers in the other questions, etc.)

So even in the classes where turning in the daily homework counted for part of the grade (math and language classes mostly) I was usually able to scrape a B with only the occasional C thrown in, and everything else was A’s.

But part of my saving grace was the “gifted” classes. I was very lucky that, despite not knowing about her own (probable) ADHD, my mom knew enough about how she worked as a student to know that me (and my brother) really needed to be engaged and challenged in order to thrive. Because of this, she advocated for us hard—she insisted we be allowed in my elementary school’s “gifted” program in kindergarten (based on our test scores of course) even though the “gifted” program officially wasn’t even available until first grade. And when we moved to a different state, she advocated for us again and got us included even though the “gifted” class was “full.” She knew that nothing would make us fail faster than being bored in class, so she made sure that there was at least one day a week when we would be challenged and actually get to engage with material we found interesting.

Aside, despite how essential they were for me to thrive in school, the entire concept of “gifted” programs and “gifted” kids is problematic as hell. Half of the screening is basically just looking for class signifiers and seeing whose parents had enough free time to give them a head start (or whose parents have the time to advocate for their kids the way my mom did for me). Not to mention there’s likely a massive racial bias. So in all this discussion of why I did ok despite my ADHD, it’s important to note that there’s a lot of privilege at play here determining who gets access to these types of programs.

This is also why I keep putting “gifted” in quotes-- I don’t think there is anything inherent about academic ability. Also, academic ability, reading ability, testing aptitude, etc. are definitely not indicative of intelligence. Plus the entire concept of the measurability of intelligence is based on eugenics ideas, so clearly one should take the whole thing with a huge grain of salt.

Nowadays the term all the parenting blogs like to use for kids like me, with ADHD (or dyslexia, or autism, or whatever else) who also test well enough to be flagged as “gifted,” is “Twice Exceptional” which is a term that makes me immediately want to punch whoever uses it. Seriously, it makes me gag. Like, it doubles down on the “special” euphemism and seems entirely designed to make parents feel better about their kid without any consideration to how the kid feels. No kid wants to be singled out, especially one who’s already probably pretty socially isolated (which I could digress about but that’ll be another essay for another day), and being Twice singled out certainly doesn’t help anything.

But ultimately the teaching in the “gifted” class itself wound up being really good accommodations for ADHD. I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if they were better than the accommodations in the separate classes actually intended for kids with ADHD and other learning issues, though since I wasn’t diagnosed as I kid I can’t actually speak to that as I don’t have any experience there. But in the gifted classes, firstly, we were given more specific subjects as opposed to the overviews we got in regular classes. And it’s way easier to be engaged on specific subjects like ice age mammals, or the wreck of the Titanic, than it is to be engaged with a broad list of dates or categories. We did logic problems that were presented as games, but that were indirectly teaching us the basics for higher level math. In 6th grade, we did research projects and got to pick our own subjects completely, so we could write about whatever we were hyperfixating on at the moment (mine was on medieval warfare as depicted in the Bayeux tapestry). And if we happened to get excited and blurt out an interesting fact vaguely related to whatever was being discussed, that was likely encouraged instead of reprimanded like it would be in the normal classroom. This continued into high school, as honors and AP level classes tended to be a lot more discussion based rather than the top-down approach at other levels, as well as affording more opportunity to choose one’s own subjects.

The story you’ll hear from (or about) a lot of ADHD kids (especially undiagnosed) flagged as “gifted” is of hitting a wall at some point, academically speaking. That did happen to me briefly, in middle school. We started being assigned a lot more long-term projects, and there was a bit of a learning curve while I figured out how to put things off Until the last minute and not Past the last minute. But thanks to some patient teachers who believed in me (which I might not have had outside of honors classes), I managed to pull out of it and improve my grades (with the exception of the only report-card F of my entire academic career, from a sadistic gym teacher who seemed to think that enough berating would cure asthma).

Even more stories I’ve read and heard from people who were diagnosed with ADHD as an adult say they hit that wall academically when they started college—the first time they were really self-guided in their studies. But again, there, I was saved by an honors program. In this case, it was the Honors Tutorial College, a truly strange program at Ohio University. I was tracked into HTC by one particular professor who very much wanted HTC to expand into the art program and decided that because I had both strong test scores and a strong art portfolio (and probably, lets be real, because I was the daughter of one of the other professors) that I was the perfect person to be the first student in the new program.

OU’s website describes HTC as “flexible curriculum and one-on-one tutorials with renowned faculty that allow your curiosity to take the lead in your education.” It’s rigorous, but comes with a lot of perks, like waiving certain gen-ed classes, being able to take classes without first taking the required prerequisites, and designing one’s own independent study classes individually with instructors. And those perks are (as far as I know entirely accidentally) the perfect accommodations for an ADHD student (and probably pretty good for Autistic ones as well, based on some of my peers in the program).

A lot of the gen-ed classes I waived were ones I probably would have been bored in and thusly not done well. Being able to skip pre-reqs meant that, for instance, for my English requirements I was able to take far more interesting classes like Shakespeare’s Comedies, YA Lit, and Playwriting instead of English 101, 102 etc. If I wanted to learn about something in particular, I had help finding a professor willing to help me in an independent study/tutorial class. Being the pilot of the program meant I was able to shape it so that I could get an art degree without ever having to choose one medium (which as far as I know is still an option for anyone pursuing an HTC Studio Art degree). And at the end of the program, when we were required to complete a massive thesis project and paper (at basically graduate level), not only could I choose my subject to meet my hyperfixations, but I had individual help from a professor keeping me on task on the less-fun parts at every step of the way.

HTC students are required to keep their GPAs above a high threshold. At one point one of my grades (in Latin class) was low enough to hurt my average, and I was called into HTC headquarters for a check-in meeting. I was asked why my grade had fallen, and I explained that the class wasn’t that interesting (at that level it was mostly grammar) but that it was getting better as we were moving up into translating more actual historical material. That explanation was entirely accepted. Imagine if “it’s not interesting enough” was considered a valid excuse for grades slipping for everyone, how much less stressful school would be for ADHD kids!

So ultimately it’s pretty much been having the luck and privilege to get myself flagged for “gifted” classes that kept my grades up throughout my school years. Accidental accommodations have continued into my adult life as well. At my most recent office job, for instance (which I lost due to covid layoffs), I had a pretty hands-off boss who just didn’t care if I doodled, got up to stretch my legs every once in a while, and listened to audiobooks at my desk all day as long as the work got done.

I didn’t need a diagnosis to get these accommodations, because they were given freely, which meant I was able to succeed even without knowing about my own ADHD. If I had been diagnosed, and had had to ask for accommodations, I wonder if I would have done as well as bias against people with ADHD means people wouldn’t have expected as much from me.

So if you’ve made it this far, I’ll ask for the same for others that I got for myself. If you are a teacher (or a manager in an office setting), I strongly encourage you to consider how to make your classroom, office, etc. more accessible in general, without someone having to disclose a diagnosis or be singled out for accommodations. The biggest easiest one you can do is to allow (or even encourage) doodling in lecture settings. Even for neurotypicals, there have been plenty of studies proving people retain information better when doodling, so everyone should know by now that someone doodling doesn’t mean they’re not listening. If at all possible, encourage discussion and contribution. Give everyone breaks to stretch and move around. And give as much freedom as possible on what to learn about. You might be surprised what people are capable of when these reasonable steps are taken to give everyone room to thrive.

That’s all for now, hopefully you got something out of this unwieldy ramble. I’d be curious to hear if you’ve run into any accidental accommodations in your life and how they’ve helped. Until next time!

#actuallyadhd #Actually ADHD #adhd #gifted kids #former gifted kid

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