"bumble bee Eli said a bad word"
"nuh uh BB she's lying"
"he say butthole and daddy said that's a bad word and he said it" the 6 year old pointed to her classmate
"you just said it as well amy" propping my head in my hand I watched her come to realization slapping her hand over her mouth
these two were always going at it but don't let somebody try coming between them
"WAIT I DIDN'T MEAN TO" Eli laughed at her
"it's okay mistakes happen"
"bumble he did call me a bad word" her voice dropped with her head
"E can you apologize to your friend you've hurt her feelings"
"I suppose I can say sorry about your feelings but that's bout it"
That's the most you'll get out of that Eli he acts as if he can't say the word 'sorry' I'll have to bring that up with his parents
possibly over Amy's sensitive emotions he dramatically threw his hands over his head finding the other boys play at the toy box
"I wanna go home bumble"
"do you want me to call your dad"
"No he never gets our routine right can you take me, pretty please?"
"I can't right now baba we spoke about that already"
"aunty solo can get me i'll play sick just how she taught me"
"I don't want you to start being a liar amy that's just as bad as saying butthole"
"I not a liar it's a little white lie solo said so"
"baby it's a lie and your solo graduated top of her class biggest liars" she frowned instantly
"no she didn't call her" she insisted holding up my phone to my face unlocking it
while she did her thing I finished up grading their spelling bee I liked teaching first graders apart from having to clean up after a few of them they're less stressful and they always have some kind of drama to gossip about after recess especially playground drama
somewhere along the lines of Amy being glued to my hip and the white noise from the class there was a knocking on the door with y/n and Solange peeking in
"well are you gonna hand over the child? we just did background checks like we signed into a prison" Solange invite herself in
"God forbid we ensure the safety of the children" Amy brought her bag to her father, not much of a hello greeting her aunty solo instead
badass child
"hey" I felt myself becoming shy under y/n's gaze
"you gonna come greet me the right way or stay behind that table baby?" that damn Louisiana accent
"girl you better go to your man he been on 10 all day"
"she lying" he told me, pulling me into him. "I just missed my girl, I was gonna call you then, I remembered you dealing with these snotty nose kids"
"that's not a nice thing to say your child is in that equation"
"mhm, that's your kid she always got the most to say talking about 'bumble oils my scalp after bath time' what that gotta do with getting dressed" I loved that she gives him a hard time it made me laugh
"it's self care y/n she likes her routine"
"a routine you started it ain't got nuh to do with me" he then scanned the room "which one of these offsprings is Elliot?"
"who?"
"the one she always yapping about, how you the teacher and not know names?"
"his name is Eli baby"
"fuck kinda name is that" I covered his mouth
"you can't be coming here cursing and be on my baby for repeating you, lead by example"
"my bad, Solange will be over when you get off"
"ya'll better not be smoking with amy there and keep your bestie out my fridge"
"what if she's asleep?"
"don't I mean it, you can go a day being sober"
"ight no gifts from the earth"
knowing them that went in one ear and out the other
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Imagines (Beyonce x y/n)
Fanfictionjust a bunch of story ideas that came to mind with y/n as a male if you have any requests lemme know
