#taking my baby for a walk! brings out the mop bucket

[yatgb]

inkling and octoling parents carrying thwmeir babies in little pails instead of strollers

[batztrangem]

How You Met Baby Firefly

Author’s Note: Here’s yet another part of my “How You Met The Slashers” series. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings/notes: Gender Neutral Reader, cursing

You walked into the tiny gas station. It was late at night and you were extremely lost.

"Welcome to Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Madmen. How may I help you, darlin'?" a man asked, emerging from a back room.

He wore clown facepaint and an old white t shirt. He leaned on the counter and stared at you.

"I was wondering if you knew how to get to get to Ruggsville? I think I accidentally got turned around a few times and now I'm lost," I said.

"Well you're about 80 miles from Ruggsville. That's a long drive to be making in the middle of the night," he said.

"Yes, well-" I was cut of by a voice coming from behind me.

"Daddy, do you have any chicken cooked?"

I turned around and there stood a woman with a mop of curly blonde hair. She wore a white crop top and low rise jeans that were littered with holes and patches.

"Hey, cutie," she said greeting me.

"Hi," I said.

She turned back to the man in the clown makeup who apparently was her father.

"Why the fuck do you wanna know? You got food at your momma's house," he said.

He sounded rather annoyed.

"Mom's not cooking tonight," she said.

"Go in the back and get what you need," he grunted.

She thanked him and made her way to the door behind the counter. I cleared my throat a little bringing his attention back to me.

"Sorry about that. Ruggsville, you said?" he asked. I nodded and he took out a piece of paper. He drew a rectangle and a few lines leading from it to the word 'Ruggsville'.

"You're here," he said, pointing at the rectangle, "You take this road. Keep going straight until you see this exit. Take it, then go right, then take the second left," he explained.

"Thank you so much. I love your store by the way. All of this stuff is pretty neat," I said, gesturing to all of the oddities that surrounded us.

"Thank you," he said.

The girl from before exited the back room with a bucket of fried chicken in her arm.

"Thank you, dad," she said. He simply rolled his eyes.

I turned to leave the gas station and behind me followed the energetic blonde.

"Is that your car?" she asked, walking behind me.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" My voice trailed off as I looked up at my car. I stopped on my tracks and my mouth dropped.

She stopped beside me.

"That's fucked up," she said.

The tires of my car, all four, had been slashed. The car snuck down in the asphalt as the air had been let out of the tires.

"Shit," I said, "Who the hell would do that?"

I felt hopeless. Not only was I lost but I was also stranded.

"Hey, my brother has a tow truck. We can ride to my house and get him to come get your car. I'm not sure if we have spare tires but he can get some tomorrow when the store opens," the woman said.

"You'd do that for me?" I questioned.

"Yeah, you seem fun. My name is Baby," she said as she held out her hand.

"(Y/N)," I said.

[prittyvenus]

The medium and the Nameless Ghouls

Case file 002-6 Dewdrop file Talking with Aether

Sodo and Swiss give their testimony to Sara and Detective Stevens only to find out that they were in danger by the bishop and the clergy of sin. Though they have managed to clear Copia's name, the real killer is still at large in the clergy. Can Dewdrop help find the killer in the clergy or will his sickness get the better of him?

Sara and Fred were cleaning the kitchen when Copia came in with a mop and bucket of soapy water. "We haven't finished cleaning. You can leave it there on the corner, Copia." Copia nodded and dropped them off as instructed. "Copia, can you help me wipe the tables?" Sara brings out bowls of hot water and some rags. Copia walked to Sara and grabbed a bowl with a rag dipped inside. "Careful, it's hot."

Copia spilled some water on himself. "Ow, ow, hot, hot!" Sara grabbed his bowl and placed it on the table. She took him to the sink and used a rag soaked in cold water to treat his injuries.

"I told you to be careful." She resoaked the rag and pressed it on his burns.

"Wow, he's such a klutz," Fred said while cleaning the island's countertop.

"Like your one to talk. Mr. 'Has Anyone Seen My Badge?'" Sara started to mock Fred and Copia laughed. "Or, 'Where's My Tie?'" Fred got pissed. "Or my personal favorite, 'Hey Baby, What Are You Wearing?'" Copia was laughing hysterically and Sara was giggling.

"Shut the hell up Ms. Demon of the Police Force." Copia gasped and Sara got pissed. "Or, my personal favorite, 'I arrested my husband at our wedding because he was a pedophile..."

"Hey! Watch it, Fredrick," Sara yelled. "That is something that I don't want to talk about!" Sara got upset.

"Hey, you started it." Fred began to clean the tables.

Copia noticed Sara starting to tear up. The sound of front doors slamming open and a loud yell rang out "Where is my little Cardi?"

"Shit..." Copia shivered. Sara finished tending his burns and walked over to the front. Sister Imperator was waiting with Aether and Omega. Copia waved his hand "Hello Sister. I was helping..."

Sister walked over and began to dust his clothes off. "When did I ever raise such a mess?" Then she noticed the wet spot on his shirt.

"He spilled hot water on himself. So, I treated his burns the best I could." Sara informs Imperator.

"Aether, get him to the Infirmary." She told the chubby Ghoul.

"Come, Master Copia." Aether held out his hand. Sara walked over with Copia and they walked out.

Aether asked Sara "So, what happened back there?"

"Copia burned himself with hot water by accident," Sara answered.

"I would not lie about the way you burned your Friend was fucking funny." Copia giggled.

Sara smiles "Well he is one of a kind, but he only does these things to keep kids smiling." They looked at Sara. "He was part of a department that involved lost or missing children." Sara went silent. "But his uncle thinks his talent with kids was a waste and he was transferred to the 9th District to toughen up."

"That sucks." Copia wondered. "So uh, what happened at your wedding?"

Sara stopped. "Several years ago, my husband cheated on me with a minor. I didn't find out about the affair until the day before the wedding when a lawyer called about him missing a court date."

Aether yelled "Holy shit! That's worse than Amanda's love affair with Skyler!"

"Secondo was pretty pissed when he found out about it." Copia agreed.

"It does get even worse after I arrested him at the wedding," Sara explained. "To make the long story short, it went nuclear."

Aether's jaw dropped and said, "Can you give me the details later?"

"Of course, you can also bring the popcorn," Sara said sarcastically

"Yes!" Aether did a fist pump then gave a high five to Copia.

Aether shows Sara the infirmary and meets a Goulette nurse.

"Copia spilled some hot water on himself. I treated his burns the best I could, do you think you can take a look at him?" Sara told the nurse

The nurse nodded "Come master," she pointed to the examination bed. Copia went and sat down on the bed then took off his hoodie and his shirt. "Let's have a look and see what we can do."

Sara noticed Aether at the end of the hall. Copia told Sara. "Just to let you know. Dewdrop's room is down the hallway, the last room to your right." The nurse put some cream on the red mark on his chest. "Ow, ow, wow."

"Lay down and hold still master." Said the nurse

Sara went down the hall and met up with Aether. "Are you okay?"

Aether nodded nervously and took a deep breath. Then he knocked on the door and the door opened revealing a ghoul with the same features as Sodomizer but with no facial hair and long yellow locks instead of Orange along with three horizontal scars on each side of his neck.

"Hey baby doll, are you feeling any better?" Aether asked. Dewdrop slammed the door in their faces.

"Dewdrop, I'm an investigator with the police. We need to talk about the murder you saw." Sara said

Dewdrop slightly opens the door and Sara reveals her badge. His eyes widen and open the door then peak down the hall. "Get inside." He said to them. The two went inside Dewdrop's room and got settled. "Are you the one that Aether, Sodo, and Swiss keep talking about?" Dewdrop asked. Sara closed her eyes and then opened them, showing off her left eye. "Then it is true..." Dewdrop started to breathe heavily. Aether got an oxygen mask and placed it on Dewdrop's face.

"I know you are not feeling well Dewdrop, but there are some questions I need to ask you."

"Baby Doll, you don't have to answer right away."

"Shut it, Aether!" Dewdrop yelled. "I know why she's here." Then he started to cough.

"Easy, now take a deep breath." Dewdrop stares daggers at Aether.

"Dewdrop don't get mad. He's just trying to help." Then a knocking sound came from the door.

"Hello? It's Papa." Sara got up and got the door. "Ah! Did he tell you anything?" he said as he walked in.

"No, not yet," Sara answered. She soon turned to Aether and turned on the recording app. "If you don't mind, can you be a lookout for us?"

"Me?" Aether pointed at himself.

"I know Dewdrop doesn't like you here, and I want him to be as comfortable as possible when I ask him some questions."

"Okay..." Aether took a chair and disappointedly walked out.

"It won't take long. Trust me." Sara closed the door and then went to a table and pressed the recording button on the App. "If you feel yourself getting worse, just let me know, and I will stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Dewdrop consented.

Case file closed

Case file contents

[saiqherrr]

.pairing satoru gojo x fem!reader

.setting college au

.content warning smut, nsfw, angst???, degradation kink, overstimulation, slapping kink, unprotected sex, cumming inside, cheating

.synopsis you swear that you're different - that you can "change" satoru gojo.

.a/n this is unfinished but i wanted this out my drafts. i have had zero motivation to write lately. this also has not been proofread. bleh. enjoy

NOT TRUE. NOT TRUE. you rubbed your hand on the side of your neck, absentmindedly looking down at your notebook that was filled with poorly written scrabbles of notes, words you could just barely imbibe from today’s lecture. you masked your irritation while two girls shamelessly whispered gossip about your boyfriend. why should it bother you if you knew it wasn’t true? because you knew that a good portion of what they were blabbering about was true.

you weren’t necessarily a shy girl, you knew a lot of people on campus from high school. for the most part you were quiet and minded your business, however, that changed after you notoriously flashed your busty bosoms at a frat party while your system was buzzed with alcohol. that was the night satoru gojo took you home. it was by luck that you committed such a sinful act on a night where satoru really couldn’t be bothered with desperate girls flocking on him. on any other night, he’d meander around the party, letting girls approach him and kiss up to him. he’d pick a spunky, sober girl from the flock and take her up to a room that didn’t belong to them, and fuck her - just for him to forget her name the next morning.

this night was different. he had a long day and he was surprised he had the energy to come to the party in the first place. he felt embarrassed for you when you got up on that table, slurring your words and waving your shirt in the air before you unclasped your bra, the frat house erupting with screams, chants, yelling and shouting. he couldn’t bear to see you like that and it bothered him that he even cared. he had no particular reason to. but his body moved on it’s own when he walked over to that anything-but-sturdy table and grabbed you, ending the show that everyone was rooting for. he slung you over his shoulder, taking up your shirt and bra before he found the nearest bathroom.

he took you back to his own apartment he was renting nearby, letting you sleep on the couch with a small blanket that just barely covered your feet and one small throw pillow was placed underneath your head. he left a mop bucket by the couch, anticipating that you’d be facing a mean hangover the next morning. he was glad he trusted his gut with that one because after he woke up the next morning to use the bathroom, he could hear you gagging and then regurgitating  everything you ingested the day before.

after he took care of you that day, you thanked him endlessly. you were eternally grateful that he took time out his day to even do such a generous thing. it was out of character for him to do something like that, too, but you didn’t know at the time.

you don’t know how you ended up where the two of you were now, but all you know is that you fully smitten by him during those first two weeks you guys had first met. the two of you went out on a couple of dates, spent the night at his place a couple of times and eventually...you guys were having sex. so much fucking sex. he whispered appraisal in your ear every time he got the chance to bury himself balls deep in your tight pussy. he was rough, yet his words came out as soft as ever to you, stirring up all kinds of mushy feelings and affection from him.

it only took one post on satoru’s instagram - that one picture of you in his apartment, smiling at yourself in the bathroom mirror as he stood behind you, kissing your cheek while he snapped the photo. it was posted in the early morning with the a simple, but meaningful caption: ain’t she special? one post confirmed something for, not only everyone else, but for you as well; he was in love with you.

it, of course, came as a shock to your peers on campus. satoru was infamous for being a player and a sex addict. even you, at one point, had make an ancient joke about how satoru couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. being held down by anyone wasn’t a common thing for him at all. the confirmation of your relationship with him only caused people to question if all of it was a facade.

you questioned it yourself sometimes. but then you’d oddly be ashamed in yourself for doing so. he told you he loved you out the blue, took you out for fancy dinners, wasn’t ashamed to mention you to his friends and almost annoyingly professed his love to you in public spaces and online. he loved you. you knew he loved you.

keeping his words in your mind was enough to protect your mind from getting hurt by reality. you were blind to the small love marks that weren’t given to him by you. you were deaf to the sound of satoru sweet-talking a girl on the phone, assuming you were asleep, when you were really wide-awake. you suddenly had anosmia whenever he’d come back to the apartment smelling like cheap perfume. you ignored it all subconsciously and it was starting to catch up to you.

you were clearly aware of satoru’s behavior before becoming official with him, but since he had treated you with so much tlc, you figured you would be the turning point in his life. you believed that he’d change now that he had such a smart, respectable, sexy, and compliant girl by his side. he didn’t need anyone else, right? wrong. you were not his turning point. you were simply another climax in his life, a feeling you gave him every time your pussy clamped down on his cock, except, he got to feel that from you more often than others. that’s how other people looked at it.

in two weeks it’d make a year since the two of you started dating. a full year of this? maybe he was in love in with you, but just because he was, it didn’t mean it got rid of his urges. so that’s why you were trying to ignore the chattering behind you right now. you know you couldn’t be mad. you knew satoru was a fucking sleeze.

“throw it back on me baby, you know i don’t like doing all the work.” satoru's vainglorious words sent blazes of warmth to run everywhere on your body. your hands held the sheets underneath you as you shook your body to and fro, shivering each time your skin connected with his. his throbbing cock kissed your cervix and massaged your pulsating walls. you were recovering from an orgasm that you had moments before, juice running down your legs, but satoru fucked you through, bringing you close to overstimulation.

you wanted to tell him it was too much, but he had your own, soaked panties in your mouth, causing you to be quite inaudible. so many reasons to be uncomfortable yet you adored and wanted the entire. the fully body mirror that was across from you reflected the pornographic scene and felt yourself getting aroused all over again from the sight. drool dribbled from your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks, satoru’s strained face. it only motivated you to go faster, milking his cock with your cunt eagerly.

satoru reached beside him, getting his cell phone and lazily opened up the camera app. he happily recorded the way you ricocheted your full ass on him, holding it and smacking it multiple times. once he was happy with the footage he had, he threw it phone to the side and he reaches around and takes the lacy material from your mouth, causing you to hack uncontrollably and lick your dry lips. he proceeded to grab your hips, digging crescent shaped dents into your skin. he pulled you to him, fucking you like he had gone batshit crazy.

he had you blabbering nonsense now that your mouth wasn’t restrained, but he managed to hear you say “’s too much!” and you stammered while moaning his name.

“too fucking bad. hold out just a bit longer, you weak slut,” he growled. “fuck...” you were reaching your high again, legs shaking viciously before they gave out and you imploded on your stomach on the bed. it didn’t stop him from ramming into you over and over again. you were so compliant to him. the way he fucked you was intoxicating. he made you crave sex more than you ever did in your life. “cum again for me baby, i’ll come with you.”

with both of your eyes screwed shut, you clenched around his slobbered cock, stomach convulsing violently and came hard. you practically screamed his name like you had no fucking sense. it’s because you didn’t. your psyche had gone clear and your body was numb. you couldn’t even process that satoru had came as well, rubbing excess semen in between your ass cheeks, watching strings of your release and his own drip from your gaping hole. he turned you around so that you were on your back and brought his hand, slapping you hard against your cheek, bringing you back to your senses.

“don’t scream like that again. y’lost your fucking mind,” he threatens you in a low, aggressive tone before snickering. he grabbed your delicate bosoms tenderly, scouring your stiff, aching areolas. you gasped intensely while sweat moved down your face, eyes half-lidded. he sucked your nipples graciously, running wet circles around them with his tongue. his ivory locks of hair tickled your skin, you bring your hand to run your fingers through it. he brought his lips to the space in between your breasts, sucking feverishly on your soft flesh until he could see visible marks form, leaving his mark on you.

“did i...did i do good...?” you breathed out, closing your eyes.

you felt his warm lips leave your skin and he chuckled softly before kissing you tenderly. “yes, yes you did. you did so well.” he was proud of himself for taming you, making you so docile to him. you were strong-willed and independent outside of the bed so seeing you lie here so pathetic under his gaze, losing yourself because of his touch was a sight to see. he felt lucky to have you...

you were truly such a beautiful girl. as embarrassed as he was for you when he first saw you flashing to all those people at that frat party, he silently admitted to himself that you looked fucking hot. if you weren’t so drunk that night he probably would’ve fucked you. he got his wish...eventually.

if anyone ever asked satoru why he has stayed with you for so long, he wouldn't have the option to offer an unmistakable response. whenever he was asked, he gave them a straightforward, “i love her.” he couldn’t quite understand how or what you did, but you allure him in a way no other person can. you unknowingly had him wrapped around your finger. he didn’t mind being tied down by you. well, that’s because he wasn’t entirely “tied down.” it was no secret that he sneaked around with other girls on campus, but what other option did he have? he was an addict. he couldn’t go a fucking day without burying himself in someone’s cunt - or someone’s ass, or getting his dick sucked by some whore after class. he couldn’t fuck you everyday. he didn’t want to use you for that purpose. you surprisingly meant something to him. he hoped all the warm gestures he gave you was enough to prove he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

[fleetingpieces]

My Two in a Million

Hold your horses, I finally finished writing something! I know it's probably not what you expected and it's definitely not one of my best works, but I feel that if I don't post it now, I will never get out of the slump.

So apologies in advance and I hope you enjoy it a bit anyway! <3

Thank you so much for being so patient with me :)))

Thanks to @knittingdreams @donttouchmycarrots @inloveoknutzy and @asunshinepuff for all your help, love you guys <3

Ao3

Characters belong to @lumosinlove !

Chapter 1

“Lily, why the hell are we out here?” Logan asked, wrapping his arms around himself. He glanced around the hall at the other party guests that were milling about—all of whom had costumes more fitting for the cool weather—and grumbled as he leaned against the wall, a hiss escaping his lips when the cold material touched his bare back.

Lily glanced at him, amused. “It’s not my fault you chose to show off your body when it’s fucking freezing outside.”

“No, it’s Finn’s. He had it stuck in his head that we just had to wear sexy costumes,” Logan rolled his eyes; though he couldn’t deny that he’d been more than happy when he first saw Finn that night. His breath had completely left his lungs when the redhead had stepped out of the bathroom wearing a Spartan costume, smiling like a little kid at his fake sword, his firm abs on display, a familiar trail of red hair disappearing under the wide belt and—

Logan gulped and tried to remember that he was at a party full of people, willing his mind not to think about how he’d felt. Or about how much he was dying to get Finn out of that damn skirt.

“Still, that doesn’t explain why we’re out here instead of inside, where it’s warmer and I could be in my half-naked boyfriend’s arms.”

“Just bear with me, ok? It shouldn’t be long now.”

Logan sighed; he knew better than to try to argue with his friend. “So how’s your business going?” he asked instead.

“Oh, it’s great!” Lily replied, her face lighting up with a smile. “We received a shipment of rare books today, there’re a few that I’m sure Finn would love. I will separate a few—” she stopped in the middle of her excited explanation as she looked towards the elevators, her smile going wider. “Remus!” she yelled and, without another word, pushed against the wall to walk ahead.

Frowning, Logan grumbled and followed behind a moment later. Had she been waiting for someone? Perhaps this meant that he could go back inside and get out of the cold. Halfway there, he looked to see who Lily had called for, noticing two people waiting but focusing mainly on one of them as his eyes fell on a long set of legs. Damn, this guy is huge, he thought as his gaze wandered slowly up the dark ripped jeans and comfy looking jumper.

The guy jumped slightly and dropped some keys he was holding. Logan didn’t get to see the face under the mop of blond hair as he bent to pick them up, but noticed how red his neck was and chuckled softly.

Cute.

Then the boy straightened up and Logan almost choked on his laugh as their gazes locked. His eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen, like staring at an open sky, contrasting with the blush on his cheeks—whether from the cold or from embarrassment, Logan wasn’t sure. He seemed slightly guarded, which made Logan cock his head wondering why. As a few more seconds passed and he didn’t break eye contact, some of the tension left the boy’s shoulders, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a shy smile as he ruffled his hair, the gesture going straight to Logan’s gut.

Shaking his head, he focused on the floor as he reached Lily’s side. The man standing next to the blond—Remus, most likely—was talking with Lily, but Logan could barely process what they were saying in the middle of the turmoil that was his head. With great effort, he tried to keep his eyes down, but his gaze kept wandering back to blue.

He was pulled out of his musings when Lily placed a hand on his shoulder and tilted her head towards the tall guy who, Logan noticed, had his eyes now trailing down Logan’s arms. “Hi, I’m Lily and this is Logan,” she said with a smile.

The blond —Logan cursed himself for not catching his name— gave him a sheepish wave and another small smile, and Logan found himself returning it as a tingling sensation spread through his body, starting from his mouth and going down to his toes.

“Salut! Are you guys joining the party?” he asked hopefully.

“Ah, sorry, but well… we don’t really have costumes,” Remus replied and the other guy turned to look at him with a scowl. It looked like he wanted to argue with his...friend? Logan had no idea what they were. Or who they were, for that matter.

But he kinda wanted to.

“Costumes are not mandatory. C’mon, I promise you’ll have fun,” Lily turned pleading eyes to Remus.

The newcomers glanced at each other, an unspoken conversation being held between them. Taking a sip from his drink, Logan stared at the floor again and, when he looked back up, the blond had his head tilted down, his bottom lip jutting out, eyes big and begging and blue, and it was so fucking adorable that Logan almost spat out his rum.

He turned to the side and coughed discreetly just as Remus gave in and Lily started happily guiding them into the apartment.

All the way there, Logan kept wanting to ask for the guy’s name as they stole glances at each other, but he didn’t want to show just how little attention he’d been paying. Or maybe where his attention had been. Once inside, they were welcomed by the much needed heat, low lights and a playlist that was without a doubt put together by Talker. Natalie, Marlene and a few other people were dancing to the beat, but Logan knew where he would find most of the gang: in the living room, exactly where they’d left them.

The thought of who would be waiting for him there felt like a bucket of cold water thrown in his face, making him falter in his step. What the fuck had he been thinking? Frowning, Logan hid his tightly closed fists inside his pockets, waiting a few steps back while Lily filled two cups with some orange beverage and handed them over to Remus and his companion.

As soon as they stepped into the living room, his sight landed on Finn playing against Thomas and Kasey, his wild auburn hair falling into his eyes, completely focused on the task at hand as he tapped buttons and whooped when he managed a combo.

Finn.

Logan made a bee-line for him, desperate to feel his boyfriend’s warmth, have him close after the jarring emotions that had assaulted him just now. He also left his cup at the table for good measure—maybe he’d been drinking too much.

Burrowing into his boyfriend’s side, he tried to leave as little space between them as possible, which made Finn chuckle and shiver slightly.

“Honey, you’re freezing,” he said as he nudged him with his head.

“Blame Evans. She forced me to stay out so she could wait for her friend.” His thoughts went back to the other person that had come with them, but he avoided the urge to look for him.

“Friend? Who was it?” Finn asked, not taking his eyes away from the screen as suddenly James’ character stood still and they started losing. “Pots, focus!”

“Someone named Remus? I have no idea.”

“Wait, no no no!” Finn screamed and punched the buttons harder, but James was not helping at all and they were both knocked out. “Oh, come on!” Everyone laughed as Finn threw the controller on the table and turned to playfully glare at Lily, who was sitting on James’ lap. “Lily, what did I tell you? Don’t distract him when he plays on my team!”

“Stop crying and pay up, O’Hara!” Kasey grinned and high-fived Thomas.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just lucky Lily was on your team as well,” Finn mumbled but threw the twenty bucks in their direction before turning to Logan with a smile. “Hey baby.”

Next thing Logan knew, there were lips pressed against his. He smiled into it, bringing a hand up to brush Finn’s hair out of his face, letting the feel of his body ground him again.

As they pulled apart, he caught the blond guy staring, their eyes meeting only for a second before the boy looked away. His jaw was set in a hard line, so different from the expressions he’d shown Logan out there, and suddenly he was flooded with guilt at the pull that kept tugging in two different directions.

He felt completely thrown off. His feelings for Finn were as strong as ever, but he was still very intrigued by this other person. There was something that made him want to talk with him more, ask about his life, check if those long arms could envelop him whole as it seemed. To just go over there and introduce him to Finn.

What kind of shitty person was he?

“Everyone,” Lily said then, grabbing everyone’s attention, “these are Remus and Leo. Remus is Sirius’ new neighbour, so be nice to them!” She pierced them with her best and-if-you-don’t glare that all of them knew well, making some of the guys gulp.

Leo, Logan thought. It fit him, somehow.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Remus said.

“Hello,” Leo smiled brightly at whoever was sitting to their right and Logan felt Finn freeze for a second as the corner of his mouth lifted in a silly smile.

Well, at least he knew Finn found Leo attractive as well.

His boyfriend turned to him, tilting his head to the side. “I’ve run into that Remus guy in the hall before, but who is that?”

“His friend?” Logan said, trying not to sound too interested. “I don’t know, it doesn’t seem like they live together.”

“Yeah, no, I mean… I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere?”

Logan frowned. “I don’t think I saw him in the building before. I would remember someone that tall.”

“Oh baby, are you grumpy cause you hurt your neck when you looked at his face?” Finn teased as he petted Logan’s hair.

“Shut up, I’m not that much shorter than you.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest, turning his face away from Finn.

The stupid ass laughed and kissed his temple, which admittedly always managed to make Logan melt and lean into him, but he still made a ‘hmph’ sound, pulling another laugh out of Finn.

While both of them were distracted, the rest of the guys started setting everything up to play a new game which Remus seemed interested in. And then, out of nowhere, Sirius was asking Remus to play with him.

Finn and Logan looked at each other, wondering what the hell Sirius was up to. It was rare for him to want to play with some random guy, especially when most of the people in the room already had a hard time beating him. They even had a bet going about who would be the first to get five wins over Pads and so far, no one had managed it. Remus had absolutely no chance against someone that did this for a living.

But as it turned out, it was a very heated competition that had everyone watching closely. Logan wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen Sirius like that. He could tell he was focused, yes, but he was also excited, even if he was hiding it on the outside. In the end, Remus kicked Sirius’ ass.

“Yes!” both Remus and Leo yelled and then hugged, laughing. Leo put a hand on the back of Remus’ head and bumped their heads together. The gesture showed just how close they were, how comfortable they felt with each other, but what really had Logan’s attention was that wide, unbelievably happy smile that showed off his—

“Finn...dimples,” he whispered, though probably not as quietly as he should have, given the way Kasey snorted.

That in itself wasn’t a weird thing to say. Finn and Logan were open with each other. They talked about everything and had no secrets between them, because talking with Finn was as easy as breathing, and as vital too.

Logan trusted Finn. With his whole heart.

He knew he could talk to him about other guys that he found attractive and that Finn could do the same, ‘cause they weren’t possessive or so blinded by jealousy that they couldn’t separate things. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d had a talk like that either.

This was different though.

It’d been a very long while since Logan had been struck like this. Probably since the first time he’d laid eyes on Finn; he’d had no words to describe the feeling at that moment either. But there was something about those blue eyes and the way he’d held Logan’s gaze, about that shy but steady demeanour. And that smile.

Fuck, that smile.

Logan didn’t even know him, and he already knew that he’d love that grin here or in any other universe. And just how fucking weird was that?

Maybe he could ask Leo to play a game with him next, get to know him, make him feel comfortable. But he couldn’t get his attention, Leo’s gaze kept evading him, and Logan felt something like dread at the possibility that Leo might be doing it on purpose.

He didn’t get much of a chance anyway. After a bit of teasing about Padfoot, Remus stood up to defend him before trailing off in the middle of his speech, a faraway look on his face. Then he rushed out of the room, leaving a tense silence behind and Leo staring helplessly after him.

Lily was the first one to approach him, placing a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I… I will go check on him,” he smiled sadly and nodded to the room in general. “Thank you for inviting us.” And with that, he exited without a second glance back.

Logan wasn’t sure how he should feel about this kind of departure, or at the realisation that he might not see Leo again. Maybe it was a good thing; if his emotions could get stirred just by some glances, what would it be like if he actually got to know him?

Perhaps it was better to leave things as they were.

***

Shit shit shit shit.

It was late. Leo was so, so late.

He skidded around the corner and took the next hall at a light run, trying to avoid the other students, which luckily weren’t that many. Of course, he thought bitterly, that’s probably because other people manage to get to their own classes on time.

He still wasn’t sure what had happened, he was convinced he’d set his alarm for today, but clearly he hadn’t or he wouldn’t be running. His commute was quite long as it was, which meant that if he missed the train—like today—he was inevitably late unless a miracle happened.

Maybe he should really take Remus up on his offer to move in with him. It would also mean spending more time with his best friend, since between attending classes, doing homework and the time it took to get back home, he didn’t have many opportunities to see him lately. But there was no way Leo could afford that flat, and he didn’t want to take advantage of Remus.

Finally, he reached the door to his classroom and, after allowing a few seconds to let his breathing go back to normal, he went in as quietly as possible. The Professor had her back turned to him, so he quickly scanned the room and sat at the nearest empty seat, at the very back.

Sighing in relief that he didn’t seem to have missed too much, he opened his bag and took out his copy of Pride and Prejudice and the rest of his stuff. He was in such a hurry to catch up with the class that he knocked his pencil off the table, sending it rolling on the floor. Cringing at the sound it made, Leo bent to pick it up, only to find that another hand was already there.

He leaned back, blinking at the hand offering his pencil back, then followed the lines of the arm under the green, long-sleeved shirt, up to a familiar face and there Leo had to do a double-take.

Straightening up, he raised his eyebrows, making Finn laugh, his smile lifting to the side as he waved the pencil between them.

“Um, thanks,” Leo whispered, taking it and turning back to his notes with a frown.

Had he and Finn always shared a class together?

Since this was a course he was only taking for credits, Leo didn’t know many faces here and was usually so enthralled by the lecture that he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings.

Finn hadn’t shown any signs that he’d recognised him at the Halloween party a week ago either. Though, if he was being honest, Leo had especially tried to avoid looking at them after he’d seen him hugging and kissing Logan.

Ugh, that memory… it’d been on his mind more than he cared to admit.

Leo didn’t want to think about how stupid he’d felt that night. He’d been shocked the first time he saw Logan, how his costume showed off his shoulders and thighs, the way he carried himself, the slight pout of his lips as he made his way towards them.

He didn’t want to think about how Logan’s eyes had started travelling up his body, making him panic and act like a fool. Or how despite that, Logan had also seemed a bit shy and fucking adorable and damn it, Leo had thought he was interested in him. But then they’d gone into the flat and Logan all but ran to Finn’s side, and Leo was left feeling like the biggest idiot in the whole damn world.

He hadn’t stayed for long after that. Worried as he was about Remus, he’d followed him shortly after he’d left and hadn’t talked with anyone else at the party. He’d thought that’d be the end of it. It was weird now to sit next to Finn when he’d been checking his boyfriend out just a few days ago.

The sound of a pencil tapping against wood brought Leo back from his musings. He peeked to the side and caught Finn with his chin perched in one hand, the other playing with the thin stick at a high speed. Leo followed the movement, back and forth, back and forth, and then up as Finn raised his hand and brought the pencil to his mouth, the bottom end tugging his pink lip down and then letting go.

The rest of the room quieted down as Leo stared. There was something about the way Finn held the pencil in his long fingers, how the sun coming in from the window seemed to hug him, the specs of dust dancing in the air by his head. How his eyes looked brighter and the strands in his hair lit up like fire.

Finn looked like warmth.

Something like a chill ran down Leo’s back and he quickly averted his eyes.

Though he couldn’t keep them away for long. Apparently, Finn was one of those people that couldn’t sit still and, now that Leo’d noticed, he couldn’t ignore every little movement coming from him, his bouncing leg, how he shifted in his seat and that damn tapping again.

He tried to pay attention to class, he really did, but he was so aware of the boy sitting just a few inches away, that his eyes kept going back to him and all those little movements.

Not able to take it any longer, Leo leaned in and placed a hand on top of Finn’s, feeling him going still under his touch. “Stop it,” he whispered, their eyes locked. The other boy didn’t say anything, just glanced between Leo’s eyes and their joined hands.

Blushing, Leo pulled away and tried to focus on the front of the room, the heat from Finn’s hand still tingling at the tip of his fingers.

Stop this right now, Leo scolded himself. He has a boyfriend.

A boyfriend that he’d also felt attracted to. What the hell was wrong with him?

Determined to keep his mind out of troublesome boys, he managed to listen and take notes for about ten minutes. But then he felt eyes on him. He pretended not to notice as Finn kept stealing glances, no doubt trying to be inconspicuous about it, but, apparently, Finn was as subtle as a flying brick.

The thought tugged a smile out of Leo, who quickly schooled his expression back to one of polite interest. You just grabbed his hand out of nowhere, of course he’s staring, he sighed.

At the end of the class, the teacher wrote a list of things on the board and turned to face them. “This assignment will be the first big one you’ll have, and it will determine 10% of your score, so don’t slack off! Pair up before you go and remember, your deadline is in two weeks.”

There were a few groans at the prospect of having to do something in pairs, but everyone started gathering their things anyway and talking with each other, already forming their teams.

A nudge on his shoulder made Leo look to his left and then he had to fight the urge to jump back. Finn was leaning towards him, that crooked smile on his face again and, this close, Leo could see the freckles sprinkled over his nose and cheeks.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, a light blush colouring his face when he realised Finn had said something but he hadn’t listened.

Finn’s head tilted a bit to the side, the other corner of his mouth going up too. “I said, do you want to pair up with me?”

“Oh,” was all Leo could reply. He imagined working together for hours, maybe alone in a secluded part of the library… How would he ever concentrate on their work if he couldn’t even pay attention in class when they were sitting next to each other? On the other hand, Finn seemed like a nice guy and surely Leo had enough self control to keep a cool head. Just because he was slightly attracted to him it didn’t mean that things would escalate further, especially not when he knew nothing could ever happen.

“I mean, if you already have someone—” Finn started when Leo didn’t reply for a while.

“No, no, sorry. Yeah, that would be nice,” he smiled.

“Sweet. Are you free right now? My next class is in the afternoon, so we could go back to my place and get started, if you want.”

“That…” Leo hesitated, but then hardened his resolve. He could be friends with Finn, right? It would be nice to make new acquaintances at school and there was always the chance that he might see him and Logan again at Remus’ building. He could forget about one or two silly crushes, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to do it.

“That sounds good.”

[hanniiesuckle17]

The Cake

A/n: Sorry this took so long but I'm obsessed with how this turned out. i hope you guys like this little crack fic ahha (this is also not thoroughly edited.)

Requested: @moonlit-han-main

Tag List: @ashisparanoid @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999​ @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc​ @kodzu-ken​ @konenichi​ @yangs-jeongin​ @binniebutter​

Warnings: Cussing probably

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Being pregnant is stress enough. Having Changbin as the father while quite possibly the greatest thing that has ever happened to Y/n. It was also the most stressful thing that had every happened to Y/n. Prepping for their gender reveal party is a huge ordeal and all the boys are excited to come and help. However, sometimes there are too many cooks in the kitchen.

Genre: comedy, crack, lil romance, fluff, established relationship!au, future parent!au, Fem Reader, Ft.3RACHA

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Changbin’s POV

“Jisung, you know Y/n said no alcohol.” 

I sighed seeing my friend carrying an armful of liquor bottles into the kitchen. He laughed less than gently setting them on the island counter. The apartment I shared with Y/n was rather small and the kitchen was basically open to the living room. The clinking of glass bottles had me rolling my eyes. “No. She said no alcohol for her. Duh. She’s pregnant!”

Jisung’s dark fluffy hair fell in front of his doe eyes, but did not hide the impish smile he wore. The door of the apartment swung open to reveal Chan, a square box in hand.

“Is that it?” I asked eagerly as he set the carton down in the kitchen with us. Feeling cramped in the space, Jisung squeezed past us onto the other side of the counter in the living room. 

Chan nodded and flipped open the lid of the carton to reveal a bright white cake. “Just picked it up from the bakery.”

“And he didn’t tell you what color was inside?”

“Do you think I would have walked in that calmly if I knew the gender of your kid?”

I shrugged, listing my head. “Yeah, that checks out.” Swatting Jisung’s hand away I shut the lid keeping him from tasting Y/n and my gender reveal cake. We had been holding off on knowing the gender and both of us were beginning to grow restless with her due date only a few months away. “Chan can you put it on the cake thingy Y/n bought.”

“It has a name.”

“Do you know what it is?” I asked walking to the other side of the counter. Chan stood, eyes blinking at an abnormal pace. “Cake thingy it is then. Y/n will be here in three hours so we have to finish decorating.” The boys nodded and we set to work about putting up the party decorations. 

An hour later the apartment was filled with colorful balloons and cheap streamers. The boys and I stood looking around at our hard work. The cake sat on the counter looking perfect as ever. The living room was bursting with color and the drinks and snacks were laid out and only partially eaten by Jisung.

“Wow. We did it.” Chan said, standing proudly with his hands on his hips surveying our hard work. It was unbelievable that we actually managed to get everything done and looking perfect with so much time to spare. “Where’s Jisung?” 

I shrugged. “I think he said he was putting the broom back in the kitchen.”

“Hey guys, should we put the cake on the table?” 

We turned around to see Jisung holding the beautifully frosted white cake. The cake that was going to tell us the gender of the baby. “Jisung wait-”

“Woah!”

Everything happened in slow motion. Chan and I both lunged forward. We watched in horror as Jisung disappeared below the kitchen island and the cake was thrown up into the air..The delicatable perfect pastry was turning over in the air, gravity pulling it down. 

SPLAT

Chan froze behind me. My hands latched onto the edge of the island counter, anchoring them in place so as not to strangle the nearest squirrel. Jisung slowly stood up facing us, white frosting in his hair. brown hair. Slowly his eyes traveled down to the mess he created. 

“WAIT! DON’T LOOK DOWN!” I screamed holding out my hands to stop him. My friend’s eyes shot up and he looked at the ceiling. “Nobody....look....at the kitchen floor.” 

“Why can’t we-”

“BECAUSE, CHAN.......if the cake is on the floor....we’ll see what color the cake is.”

Hearing this Jisung covered his eyes with his hands. “Fuck. Guys. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. Like I’m really sorry.” 

I sighed rubbing my forehead, a headache beginning. “Jisung quit you’re blubbering. It’s not going to help.” We now had no cake; the literal centerpiece of the entire party. “Y/n will be here in two hours. We need to clean this mess up now.” 

Chan ran a hand through his hair in stress. The man was going to have gray hair before he was thirty. “How are we supposed to clean if we can’t look at the floor?” My eyes fell onto the kitchen counter. A dish rag hung on the edge of the sink.

“I’ve got an idea.” 

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My left hand felt blindy around for the edge of the counter. The other pushed a  mop around the kitchen. The kitchen towel was itchy against my eyes, but I would rather keep my eyes in my head than have them end up in Y/n’s purse if I saw the color of the cake. 

A sudden whack to my ass had me yelping and shooting up from my hunched position. “Ow- what the hell?” My ears picked up the sound of a dust pan falling to the floor. 

“Sorry, I was turning around.” 

“Jisung, my ass is reserved for Y/n. Hands off. Dust pans too.”

Chan chuckled not far away from me. These makeshift blindfolds really were a bitch. “That is something I never thought I would ever hear. Don’t say it again.” 

After a few more minutes of sightless fumbling and cleaning, the three of us sighed. “I think we did it.” Jisung mumbled. “Can I take this off now?”

I nodded, despite my friends lack of ability to see. “Okay. Take em off.”

Pulling off the blindfolds, we were met with a horrifying sight. Every inch of my kitchen- of Y/n’s kitchen, was smeared and stained bright blue. Not only was the frosting on the floor, but it was on the cabinets, the counters, even the walls. 

“It’s.......everywhere...” Chan mumbled, staring at the catastrophe. “How did it get everywhere? I thought we cleaned it!” 

Jisung’s eyes widened. His hand clapped onto my shoulder. “Dude! You’re having a boy!” Both Chan and I looked over at him with a pointed stare. “What? Don’t look at me like that. What the fuck did I do?”

“You’re in deep shit.” Chris laughed looking at the cerulean stained tile. 

My eyes widened, turning to my friend. “Nuh uh. We are in deep shit. Jisung is the one that dropped the cake.”

“And how is that my fault?!” 

“I don’t know! You’re the smart one! Fix this!”

The leader ran his long pale hands through his hair. After pacing through the smeared frosting I was beginning to think we were indeed truly fucked. I began to lose hope until I saw an idea pass through Chan’s dark eyes. “You got an idea?” The youngest asked, swiping his finger along the counter and bringing the blue frosting up to his lips. He nodded, determination set on his face. 

“Call Felix.”

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A white blonde head of hair pranced through the door seventeen minutes later carrying a bucket with bleach and two bags of groceries. “You called for a miracle?” The boys smiled and looked at the three of us covered in icing. 

“Yeah, Felix, why’d you show up.” Jisung laughed only to be elbowed in the stomach by Chan. 

“Felix....help,” I pleaded. The boy shoved the bucket into Jisung’s arms and peeked into the kitchen looking over the disaster we created. He whistled, brows raising in surprise. “We have an hour and a half. Can you do it?”

His head tilted and a deep chuckle bubbled up in his chest. “Of course I can.” the boys and I let out a sigh of relief. “Chan, you and father-to-be deep clean the kitchen. Jisung, you and I will take care of the cake.” We all just stared at Felix as he barked out orders. “LET’S MOVE BOYS! LET’S GO, GO, GO!”

Scrambling, the four of us raced to fix the calamity before Y/n could come home and ever find out that we not only found out the gender of our child early, but quite possibly permanently stained her nice kitchen turquoise. 

The short time we had soon fizzled into nothing and the sound of keys turning in the lock of the front door had every  body in the apartment rushing to cover up the last bits of our mishap. 

Y/n walked in with a smile. The four of us rushed to appear as if nothing had ever happened. Chan launched himself onto the couch. Jisung admired one of our one posters that was hanging framed in the living room. Felix pretended to be inspecting our Vitamix that he gave us last Christmas as he always did when he came over to see if it had been used yet. 

I greet her with a hug, kissing her cheek. “Hi, Binnie!” Pulling away she looked around the apartment at the boys who were less than nonchalant, her eyes particularly falling on Jisung. Felix waved to her from the kitchen. “Oh- Lix! I thought you weren’t coming until the party started?” 

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d...drop...by.” He smirked and I glared at him from behind my pregnant fiancee. 

“Well, you’re always welcome!” She looked around the at the decorations and we all held our breath as she entered the kitchen. Y/n’s eyes lit up as her eyes landed on the cake. It looked almost exactly like the one Jisung had dropped only hours before. “Is this the cake? It looks so good! No one peeked right?” 

“No, no.”

“Not me.”

“I don’t even know what a cake is.”

“We would never.”

Giving us all weird eyes, Y/n chuckled and put a glass cover over the cake display. “The party will start soon. Thank you guys so much for helping out!” Letting loose a shaky breath I watched her wander into the bedroom to change for the soon coming party. 

“I think we got away with it guys. Not a word.”

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The party was in full swing. Friends and family mingled in our apartment and gifts for the baby and us were being stacked by the door. Chan was on Jisung detail keeping him far away from Cake 2.0. 

“Hey, everyone, it’s time to cut the cake!” The crowd cheered and gather around Y/n and I as we stood behind the cake Felix made with the minuscule help from Jisung. Nervously, I handed Y/n the knife and cast a wary glance towards the four other boys who were obviously sweating. The blade cut through the airy confection with ease.

“Ummm......Changbin.....”

“Yes?”

Her brows rose and she dumped the cut piece of cake on a plate. “Do you mind telling me why this cake has green filling, babe?” Y/n watched me blink, completely frozen in place. “Is there an alien or Shrek growing in my belly? Changbin what the hell?”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Felix slap Jisung upside the head. “What did you do? I gave you the food coloring!” He whispered clearing exasperated. 

“I put it in the cake mix, just like you said!” 

Felix groaned and held his head in his hands. “Dude! I told you to put the coloring in the whipped filling! That was yellow cake batter! You mix blue and yellow you get fucking green! You made Changbin have a Shrek baby!”

The two continued to bicker while Y/n turned to me with a furious look in her eyes. “What did you do....”

“Jisungdroppedthecakeitwasn’tmyfaultthenweallputonblindfoldssowewouldn’tseewhatcoloritwasonthefloorandthefrostinggoteverywheresowecalledFelixandhewaslikethebleachfairyandheandJisungmadeanothercakeandI’msosorrybabyIloveyou.” I sputtered at top speed. 

She just blinked, trying to process my words. “I don’t even know...how to even comphrend what’s going on. Honestly at this point I’m not even sure I’m not growing a Shrek in my belly.”

I smiled leaning down and kissing Y/n’s soft lips. “No,” She looked up at me with soft eyes, anger slowly leaving. “That’s our son.” 

“He still might turn out to be Shrek.”

“Shut up, Jisung.”

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Masterlist

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

A Little Blood Never Hurt Anyone

Fandom: The Mentalist

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader (Reader Menstruates, but no pronouns used, reader is Marcus’ partner not specified as GF or BF)

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Rating: T (Nudity, nothing sexual though, are boy is just here to help you)

Warnings: Blood because periods and your embarrassment, but Marcus is a sweetie and he is here to help you. 

Summary: There’s one thing about Marcus that differentiates him from all your past boyfriend’s and that is that he’s an adult man who acts like an adult man. He’s mature, he’s responsible, he’s kind, he’s pragmatic and romantic. So when you’re bleeding everywhere, it surprises you, but really shouldn’t, that he’s calm, collected and just wants to take care of you.

Notes: This is a theme I come back to, I think mostly because as an adult who menstruates there’s something deeply attractive about a man who’s a actual adult and can’t handle you bleeding from your vagina like an adult and not like a child who can’t even say the word period. 

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There was never a worse feeling than the slick wetness of blood pooling between your thighs at 2 in the morning. There was not a worse way to find yourself roused from sleep than to feel that sensation as blood slips down your inner thighs and pools beneath you soaking into your bed covers and clothes, this wake-up call was made exponentially worse when you realised Marcus had slept over and that you’d never even had to broach the topic of periods with him. No, no conversation had ever happened, you had no idea what his attitude was, but now you’d gone and bled over your bedding and partly on him, if the feeling of blood pooling near where he was curled around you was anything to go by. You hadn’t expected to have to deal with this with your boyfriend of four months, but you supposed it was inevitable, seeing as it happened every month. 

With a groan you push the duvet off of the two of you and sit up to assess the damage. Turning on the lamp, Marcus barely stirs as you take time to figure out what’s happened. There’s a noticeable red spot through your pajama bottoms and the fitted sheet underneath has a large wet spot too, looking to Marcus you feel embarrassment warm your cheeks at the blood stains on his pajama bottoms where he’d been curled up with you. It makes you want to cry because this is not how you wanted to wake up or spend your morning and you’ll have to wake Marcus who already has to get up early to leave for a case at 5am. He shouldn’t have to get up early and he shouldn’t have to have his pajama bottoms ruined by your blood. 

“Marcus...baby.” You shake his shoulders gently, wincing at the feeling of blood slipping down your legs as you sit up and how gross you feel in that moment. You can’t believe it came a whole week early, a whole week, how were you supposed to predict that? 

“Mmm, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” His voice is thick and heavy with sleep, deeper than usual if that’s possible and under any other circumstance it would make you want to curl up into him as he talked to you. 

“I...I started my period and there’s blood everywhere, I’m sorry for waking you, baby, but you need to get changed...I...I’m sorry.” It’s the embarrassment and upset in your voice that wakes him up fully, forcing him to sit up and take stock of the situation. You’re right there’s blood on him, but that’s okay, his pajamas are the ratty sort that he should have thrown out years ago anyway. You're covered in it and the bed needs changing too, but it’s okay, he thinks, this is okay, he can do that simply enough. He’s never minded changing the bed. The sheets are dark enough in colour that it shouldn’t stain too badly. He’s calculating the best course of action, what to do first before he even notices your downward gaze and trembling lip.

“Hey...honey,” He’s cupping your cheeks in his hands, large and warm. They bring your focus back onto him and not the blood that is drying on your legs or the aching that’s starting up in your lower back and abdomen. “It’s okay, a little blood never hurt anyone. Let’s get you cleaned up first, okay?” He keeps his voice soft for you, hands stroking a gentle thumb on the apple of your cheek before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

He’s wide awake now as he steps out of your bed and walks to your side, hands gripping your own as he walks you backwards to the bathroom. The bed can wait until he’s got you into the shower and got you some clothes and whatever else you need. You come first and you’re clearly uncomfortable as the blood flows steadily downwards with the force of gravity.

“I’m so embarrassed, Marcus…” You can’t wait to get clean, you feel horrible and uncomfortable. The lure of warm water has you picking up the pace to the bathroom even though your stomach cramps are getting worse and worse with each second. 

“Honey, you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. If it’s about the blood…” He gestures to the red stains on his sweatpants that you just know aren’t coming out with how they’ve already dried, “I’m an adult, a little blood doesn’t bother me and I needed to throw these away anyway.” 

He turns the shower on, letting it heat up as he begins to help you out of your stained pajamas. He’s certain he can get the blood out of them if he gets them in a tub to soak fast enough, the blood is fresh enough. He knows they’re your favourite pair and he’d hate for you to have to throw them away, “I don’t ever want you to be ashamed of your periods, sweetheart, it’s natural. It’s okay.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” You think back to the last couple of boyfriends, how they just couldn’t even stomach you mentioning your period let alone the sight of blood or a sanitary towel or tampon. He’s so vastly different in the maturity with which he’s handling this that it confuses you that he’s not shying away from you right now. 

“Baby,” He holds your face in his hands again once you're free of your clothes, “I don’t know what sort of guys you were dating before, but they should have helped you with this, okay? I’m not setting a new standard, I'm just doing what I should.” It breaks his heart to think that you’re ashamed of your body, of something that you can’t help and that you somehow think he’s something special for doing what anyone should do for their partner when they’re bleeding for days on end. It’s the least you should expect from him. 

“Now, get your cute butt in that shower and I'll get these clothes in a bucket and change the bedding. Do you want one of my shirts to change into? Where do you keep your tampons? Pads?” Taps you on the butt, a light tap urging you under the warm spray before gathering your clothes. 

“Yes please, I think there’s one in my closet? The flannel that you left last time? I’ve got some stuff in here in the cupboard,” You think to your stash under the sink, grateful you weren’t running out of anything. 

“The flannel, got it, honey!” 

He leaves you to your shower and strips the bed off first before anything else. The blood spot is pretty large, but it’s still wet and once again he’s pretty sure the stain will come out, especially in the darker fabric. His pajama bottoms follow, they’re probably a lost cause but he figures he might as well try and clean them just in case. He putters to your kitchen and fills your mop bucket up with cold water and stain remover, leaving the laundry in it to soak before putting it anywhere near a washing machine.

The flannel is in your chest of drawers and he grabs it along with a pair of your underwear that he’s sure are one of your comfier pairs. You’re still under the stream of hot water when he comes in to place them on the closed lid of the toilet seat.

“Got some clothes for you, sweetheart.” He takes a moment to watch you. He’s just happy to see you relaxed, sure it’s early in the morning and he’s tired, but seeing you brighten, that’s worth it. He can sleep on the plane later, it’ll take a few hours to get from DC to New York where his case is and he doesn’t mind being tired if it means your day goes a little smoother. 

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh out in response, the warm water easing some of the pain in your body. The cramps never feel as bad under warm water and your back ache eases a little bit at least. 

“Do you have a spare set of bedding?” 

“Umm…” You have to think for a moment, what did you do with your old bedding, did you throw it out? No, you wouldn’t have, surely not. “Maybe? Check the cabinet in the hallway?” 

He finds it hidden in the back of the hallway cabinet, the bedding doesn’t match the current colour scheme of your room but he doesn’t think that matters much when you just need a clean, comfy bed to fall into. He has the bed made by the time you’re walking out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet, his flannel over your shoulders. 

“Get into bed, honey.” Marcus urges you, opening up the blankets for you and sliding in besides you. 

You reach over and turn the light off, “I’m sorry I woke you up at 2am…”

“It’s okay, sweetie, you need anything else?” He asks as he wraps himself around you, arms tight around your waist, face pressed into your shoulder, dropping little kisses there. His beard tickles a little, he’s still got the thing, not that you mind. He’s warm and he smells like comfort and that’s all you can really ask for even while your uterus is having a go at you.

“Just hold me till I fall asleep?” 

“I think that can be arranged.” A leg slips between yours, toes pressed into the back of your calf and it’s like having your own living, breathing weighted blanket. He becomes a comforting weight at your back, a warmth that has your eyes drooping and you yawning into your pillow. 

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The next time you wake up it’s to say goodbye to him at 5 in the morning. He demands you stay in bed, giving you a longer than necessary kiss on his way out and making sure the laundry is in the washing machine before he leaves. You miss him the moment you hear the front door shut, but allow yourself to nuzzle back into your covers and fall back asleep. The lethargy you always feel around your period hitting you like a truck already. 

Work for the next few days is a killer. Your back aches, your stomach keeps cramping so hard you want to bend yourself in half to relieve them. You’re constantly hungry, constantly tired, and everything your co-workers say gets on your nerves. Added to missing your boyfriend, who’s off trying to deal with another stupid art thief who couldn’t wait a few more weeks before deciding to steal a Picasso, you’re having a hell of a week and a hell of a period. You’re not sure you’ve had one this bad in a while actually. 

It’s a Wednesday evening when the door to your home opens and closes again, the sound of keys being thrown on the side and shoes being kicked off meeting your ears. You’re curled up on your sofa, a hot water bottle pressed against your stomach in a vain effort to relieve some of your discomfort. 

“Marcus?” You call out because it can only be Marcus, no one else has a key to your place. You’re a little confused because he always phones you when he’s on his way back from a case, but the rustling of bags and his deep voice calling down the corridor reassures you that maybe he just forgot, it’s certainly not a burglar. Unless, he has an evil doppelganger somewhere. 

“It’s me, honey!” He drops his bag by the door, he’ll deal with the dirty laundry later and follows the sound of your voice into the living room. You’re curled up amongst what looks like every blanket you own, mind numbing TV playing that you’re not even watching, your face is scrunched up in pain and you're clutching your stomach. This part of the reason he decided to forgo going back to his own place, he wanted to check on you, make sure you’re okay, that and he really missed you.

He drops the shopping bags on the coffee table and crouches next to you, fingers pushing back strands of your hair and smoothing the harsh lines by your eyes as you wince. You’re warm to the touch and he hopes that’s normal for you and not a sign you’re getting sick on top of your period. 

“You okay?” 

“Just cramps. It’s okay...I’ll be okay., I’m just glad you’re back, I’ve missed you.” You ease into the soft feeling of fingers, the delicate little touches to your skin as rubs little circles into your temple and down your neck. You’ve missed this, missed him. You always miss him, but this period has hit you especially hard and you wanted him around more than ever.

“Missed you too, sweetheart.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips, but you grab his tie and pull him back down. Nipping at his bottom lip he opens his mouth to your tongue, hand cupping the back of your neck before you’re gasping in pain as another crump hits you. Marcus pulls back and presses his forehead to yours with a sigh and a quick kiss to your cheek. 

“Would a bath help? I stopped at the store on my way over, got some of your favourite bubblebath and those baked things that you like.” 

“Have I told you lately how you’re the perfect boyfriend?” You ask pressing kisses over his cheeks before settling for brushing your nose against his. You’re not sure how he manages to make you feel better even when you’re in pain and hormonal, but like a magic cure he does. 

“Mmm.. I don’t think so?”

“Well, you’re the perfect boyfriend and I love you very much.” You press another kiss to his lips, sighing into his mouth before pulling back and settling back into your nest of blankets. 

“I love you too, why don’t you stay here? I’ll go run that bath.” He reaches down to grab the bubblebath from the bag and tosses you a few bags of your favourite snacks to munch on while you wait. You decide then and there that anyone who ever gave him up was an absolute idiot who couldn’t see that they already had the crown jewels. Why would you ever want anyone else?

He’s never understood your fascination with burning hot bath water, but he makes it how you prefer it even if it’s a tad hot for his tastes. If he wasn’t so sore from his flight, he might have tried to carry you to the bath, but the last thing he wanted was to drop you when you weren’t feeling great, so instead he just moves your half eaten snacks to the coffee table and pulls you gently by the hands to your bathroom. 

There’s nothing sexual about the way he helps you undress, it’s something you love about Marcus, that he can put aside his libido to help you get undressed and into your bath. There’s no touches outside of the caring and gentle ones, no comments about your nudity, just him helping you get into the hot bath water. You sink into it like it’s the finest feather bed, watching him undress himself, before sliding in behind you. Legs on either side of yours, chest pressed to your back. 

Your tub is a little small for the two of you, so you can’t stretch out completely, but that’s fine because you’d take it being a little cramped and Marcus being there over being on your own. He helps you wash, careful with you at every step, gentle as he whispers how much he’s missed you, how much he loves you and tells you about his case and how they managed to catch the gang of thieves this time. 

He massages the back of your neck and shoulders as you lie against him, working on the knots that have started to form over the last few days. A pop in your neck has you sighing and you’re thankful for the press of his fingers over your spin and through the knots that have been causing you to lose sleep while he’s been gone. 

The two of you stay there until the water begins to get cool, Marcus helping you out of the tub and drying you down with a towel. He collects your clothes and helps you get dressed for bed even though you can put your things on yourself. It’s nice that you don’t have to, that he carefully slides your legs into your pajama bottoms and drags your favourite sleep shirt over your head before pressing two quick kisses to your lips and ushering you into bed. 

“Marcus, where are you going?” You ask when he leaves you there, hand grabbing his as he walks past you to the door to the rest of your home. You just want him wrapped around you right now and can’t understand why he’d leave you.

“I’m going to lock up, honey, and grab your blankets. I’ll be back.” He gives your hand a squeeze. He loves that you want him around, after all the times he’s been more invested than his partner, this time, this time it feels right. You don’t just tolerate him, you love him. You want him there and it makes every little thing he does for you infinitely more rewarding when he knows you appreciate him for everything. 

“Quickly?” You’re cute staring up at him with a pout and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to take longer than is strictly necessary when he knows you're waiting for him to come back to bed and curl up beside you.

“Quickly.” He leans over you placing a kiss to your nose before going to lock up. He makes sure all the windows are shut, the front door locked, the television off, all before grabbing the pile of blankets you’d left on the sofa to return to you.

He throws them around you, letting you grab a few to snuggle up with, before climbing in bed beside you, spooning you from behind. He takes a deep breath and feels his body relax with the familiar smell of your shampoo and the feeling of your warm skin against his cheek. He could spend the rest of his life looking after you, curling up with you after coming back from a case and he would die happy that way. He’d happily take care of you through every single period and every single bout of sickness, just as long as he gets to be with you. 

“You need anything?”

“No, everything I need is right here, baby.” You sigh back into his arms, twisting a leg through his as he rubs a hand over your stomach soothing away the lingering pains with gentle circles.

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Familiar Stranger part 2

Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

Just as your shift was ending you were wiping down your counter and looking forward to taking a hot soak in your bathtub. The rest of the workday after your favourite Avenger visited the store was relatively uneventful. In all honesty nothing could top seeing the Black Widow in the flesh. You were having fun at Jonah’s expense and he kept bemoaning the fact that he missed out meeting the Natasha Romanoff.

You grabbed your bag from the small locker in the store room and headed out the back door where your beat up Kawasaki was parked. Just as you mounted your bike and clipped on your helmet, Jesse comes running out the door catching your attention.

“Hey hotshot we have a problem” he wheezes running over to you.

You make a face. That is not a sentence you needed to hear after a long day on your feet.

“Yea sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you undersold some items” he says pulling out some receipts to show you. You remove your helmet and study the receipts in your hand.

“Seems the Black Widow really got to you a little eh?” he shoulders you a little while giggling.

“I wouldn’t call $30 a little, Jesse” you groan passing him back the receipts.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, I’ll just dock it from your pay ok” he says lightly kicking your front wheel.

“This is horrible Jesse I’m so sorry my head must’ve been somewhere else” you say apologetically.

“Yea we know where your head went” he’s full on laughing at you now.

“You! Are a horrible boss!” you say shoving him a little and putting your helmet back on your head, “I’m off and I’m gonna try and forget about this until next week” you shout as you start up your bike and head towards home.

When you reach your apartment you notice a text from Jonah.

YOU MET HER BUT YOU ALSO LOST $30 :)))

The message brings a smile to your lips, “oh my god what a dick face” you say aloud throwing the phone onto your bed and heading towards the bathroom a trail of clothes behind you.

A week later you roll into work chucking your bag into the locker and grabbing your apron. You set about stocking the shelves a little bit and generally minding your own business waiting for Jesse to open up the store. You were mopping the floor beside the your checkout station when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Sorry was listening to some music” you say as you turn around and pull the earphones out of your ears and stuff them into your back pocket.

Jonah stands opposite you with a giant smile plastered on his face.

You cock your head at him, “wha-whatttttt?” you ask him unsettled by his behaviour.

“Guess what?” he says.

You shake your head at him raising an eyebrow in the process.

“Seriously dude, just guess” he continues almost hopping on the spot.

“You….got laid???” you try.

Just then Jesse walks past the two of you and snorts, “HE WISHES!” walking on by.

“Rude!” Jonah bites back, “No guess who’s been coming in asking for you everyday for a week?”

“Santa Claus??” you answer exasperated.

“You are freaking boring man” he grabs your shoulders, “the Widow you dumbass”.

You laugh shaking off his hands and continuing to mop the floor, “very funny Jonah”.

“I’m not joking dude she’s been coming in here every day asking for you”

“You’re shitting me?” you stop and look at him.

He raises his hands, “I shit you not!”

“You’re telling me she just comes in here, asks for me, and leaves?”

“No but like yea. She comes in and buys shit and asks for you. I swear she has enough rope and duct tape to last a lifetime” he chuckles.

WE OPEN IN 5 MINUTES EVERYONE HAVE A GREAT DAY

Jesse’s voice booms through the speaker system and you make your way to your booth clearing away the mop and water bucket at the same time. You can’t deny Jonah’s words got you nervous. What did the Black Widow want with you? Was there a problem with the things she bought? This was going to bother you the whole day.

After lunch you had started to believe that she wouldn’t make an appearance today. After all it was 2:30 pm and she hadn’t shown up yet. Maybe she got tired of dropping in.

“Here you go, have a lovely day” you say to the lady and wave animatedly at her baby in the stroller who just gurgle laughs at your antics.

Y/N YOU’RE NEEDED IN THE STAFF ROOM

Jesse’s voice booms again on the loudspeaker. You close your counter and direct the other customers to Jonah’s aisle shooting him a sympathetic smile.

“I have been summoned” you announce as you step into the staff room in the back.

Cindy smiles at you, “hey sorry Y/N need your help with this” she hands you a mop using her chin to point to the leaking roof.

“Urgh what happened?” you ask grabbing the mop and stepping over a large puddle of water on the floor.

“The roof just started leaking” she says, “Jesse called me and you since our bags got a little wet. I hope you don’t have anything valuable in there”.

“Ah no nothing too valuable” you say checking over your bag noting that only the bottom corner was a little damp.

After cleaning up the watery mess you head back out to your station ignoring the loopy smile Jonah was giving you.  

“What is it now?” you ask him and he just shrugs at you the smile remaining on his face. You start to stuff your bag which you opted to take with you from the locker room under your counter. As you rummage about down there making some space you hear someone coughing to attract your attention.

Looking up from your position you see her. Your eyes widen as she smiles at you and in your haste to stand you hit your head on the underside of the counter.

“SHIT!” you curse rubbing your head standing up straight.

She laughs.

“Sorry!” you offer.

She shakes her head and smiles at you.

You clear your throat, “can I help you, Ms. Romanoff?” you glance behind her and see Jonah giving you an excited thumbs up.

“You can start by calling me Natasha” she says her voice like honey.

You blush, “uhh ok….Na- Natasha”

She’s just looking at you her gaze focused but soft.

“Did you need something?” you say feeling a little uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny.

“I’ve been looking for you” she says.

“Yo-You have?” you blink a few times, “why?” your voice cracks.

“I realised I underpaid you the last time I was here” she says softly, “I spoke to your supervisor the next day and he said he had already taken it out of your pay”.

“Oh no that’s my fault, Natasha” you slip in.

She smiles, “was wondering if I could take you out for a coffee as payback?”

“What!?”

“Do you want coffee and a cake?” she chuckles.

“Umm yea but you really don’t need to…”

“I want to” she says with such finality you just nod.

“Good. What time are you off work?” she adds.

“Oh you mean like coffee and cake…with you?” you say and she laughs at how slowly you are comprehending all this. She places a hand on your arm and leans in to say softly, “yes Y/N, like me taking you out on a date and we eat somewhere together”.

“I…yes, yes ok…” you say glancing at the hand on you as she withdraws it slowly.

“So…” she drags out the word.

“Right umm, 6pm I’m off at 6pm” you manage to say.

“Great I’ll see you in a couple of hours then” she says turning on her heel.

“Wait” your voice a little raised. She turns and walks back up to you.

“You didn’t want anything from the shop…maybe more rope?” you say a shy smile on your face.

“Nope” she chuckles, “I think I have enough” she adds, a little blush blossoming on her cheeks.

“OK. I was wondering why you’d need so much rope in the first place. I think you bought up all our stock” you bite your lower lip happy that you could fluster her to some extent.

“Y/N” she leans in so she’s inches from your face, “play your cards right maybe I’ll show you what I use those ropes for…” you gulp, “see you at 6” she adds before backing up and walking off. Or more like sauntering off swaying her hips even more for your viewing pleasure.

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[blessedboo]

Mop Bucket | Angel Reyes.

Angel Reyes x Reader 

GIF Credit: @mayans-mc

Summary: The sequel to Complicated - On a shopping trip with your boyfriend, you bump into Angel at the store after avoiding him for a while. 

Requested: Yes - @ifoundmyhappythought, @thesandbeneathmytoes, and a few others. Thank you, my babies!

Warnings: Cursing/Language. Sexual (18+ Content, NSFW). Cheating. 

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Spicy? Absolutely. Headcanon? Not. So yeah, the first part was a HC, this one ain’t - I wanted to give it a little more substance, ya know?

You frustratedly scoured the store’s aisles for ingredients. The task became tedious when most of the things you wanted were out of stock. The lack of help from your inattentive boyfriend didn’t make the situation any better. 

Finally lifting his head up from his phone, “Babe, is this cake really that important? I mean, who even is this guy?” He groaned. 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head disappointedly. “It’s for Ezekiel, love. We’ve been over this — you’ve met him!” 

Waving his hand at you dismissively, he scoffed. “Whatever. You can’t expect me to keep track of all your friends.”

“It’s one frie-” 

As you turned to face him, he started to make his way elsewhere; his eyes still glued to the bright screen in his hand, per usual. 

“Douchebag,” you mumbled to yourself. 

You couldn’t tell whether the exhaustion started to make you hallucinate, or if you actually heard laughing coming from the end of the aisle. Peering over to confirm your suspicions, a familiar dark-haired, gentle giant stood snickering at you from a few feet away. 

Angel.

“He is quite the catch, mi dulce,” he sarcastically acknowledged, throwing a sly wink your way. Your lips pulled into a tight line as you flipped him off. He chuckled, yet a part of him couldn’t help but hurt. He wasn’t offended by your crude gesture, he just missed that attitude of yours. 

You had been keeping your distance with him since that night at the clubhouse. You didn’t want to keep leading him on, it just wasn’t fair.

Angel made his way over to your cart, stepping in front of it to stop you from leaving - not before he got the answers he desperately needed. The sound of metal clanging against the shelves rang through the area as you winced. 

“Nice. Great job, Angel.”

“Ah, so you do remember me? Amazing. Now, why have you been avoiding me?

“Wh—”

“I mean, no calls, no texts. Nothin’. Fuck is up with that?”

You sighed, dropping your head down. You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, no matter how much you wanted to hide from the inevitable truth. He was upset, and rightfully so. 

“I-I don’t know. I thought a little space would be good for the both of us,” You confessed meekly, toying with your fingers as you anxiously waited for his response. 

Angel stared at you blankly, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised. His thumb scratched at his chin as he licked his lips, trying to process what he’s just heard. 

He pinched at the bridge of his nose, seemingly trying to control his temper and choose his next words wisely. “You don’t get to make that decision for me, querida,” he spoke through gritted teeth. 

You crossed your arms stubbornly. “Well, I did it for me. I have a boyfriend, Angel! In fact, he is probably looking for me right now.”

His lips curved into an empathetic frown as he pointed behind you. “Really?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you spun around, your heart clenching at the sight. Your partner was flirting with some blonde in booty shorts. Her hand was groping his bicep, giggling as she copped a feel. Instead of pushing her away, he just stood there smirking obnoxiously, entertaining her sexual advancements by flexing his muscles.

You cleared your throat of the lump that festered within, “They’re … they’re just talking. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Angel flailed his arms in the air, clearly fed up with your bullshit. “Are you fucking kidding me? Stop lying to yourself!” 

His raised voice expectedly caught the attention of nosy passersby. To be fair, it wasn’t like they had anything better to do - they might as well bring out the popcorn while they’re at it. 

“Shh, quiet down!” You looked around for a spot to inconspicuously talk in private. Not that it mattered anyway, your boyfriend was busy getting his ego jerked off by Ms. Perky Tits over there. Your eyes stopped their wandering when you spotted the janitorial closet, quickly pulling Angel’s arm as you dragged him in there. 

You leaned against the door as Angel towered over you, pain and weary written all over his face. He sighed deeply, scratching at the back of his head as he contemplated on what to say. 

“You know I’d do anything for you. But I can’t keep playing this game, baby.” Angel reached for your shoulders, rubbing at them patiently as he frowned at you. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t miss me. Tell me you don’t want me … and I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

You bit your lip as you tilted your head, your eyes giving him that knowing look that told him you couldn’t do that. You loved him more than he knew, more than you could admit to yourself. 

Sporting a triumphant, lopsided grin, he cupped your cheek reassuringly. “I knew it. I knew you couldn’t resist me. It’s my charm, isn’t it?” 

You scoffed, laughing at his frustratingly cute face, “Puh-lease, in your dreams.”

He hummed at your remark before pulling you in for a chaste peck, “I know I’m in yours.”

“You’re so annoying that it hurts, Reyes.”

“Likewise, mami,” he drawled before he licked at your bottom lip. “Yet, you don’t seem to feel that way when my tongue’s sucking that pretty, little clit,” he whispered into your ear dangerously, his lips barely grazing the skin.

 “Yeah,” he let out a dark chuckle, a sound laced in sensual mischief. “You certainly don’t find me annoying when I shove my fat ass cock down your throat either.” 

You were dumbfounded, completely speechless. You quivered excitedly, stuttering as you tried to let out any sensical words. 

“Nrgh. Ang-el, I-”

Before you could continue, his hand snaked around your throat in a light grip. Lifting your chin up with his thick fingers, his thumb parted your glossy, pouty lips as he slipped it in between them. The desire in his eyes set yours aflame with an even greater hunger as he waited for you to suck on it.

“Shh. Damn, baby. You talk too fucking much,” he growled lowly. He nipped at your exposed collarbone, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your chest. His other hand slid down to your ass, groaning as he groped a handful of your ample cheeks. 

“That naughty mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble — but we both know that’s what you want.”

From Angel’s shit-eating smirk to his filthy language, your panties were ready to drop from how wet they were. No one could work you up like he did, and his smart-ass knew that. 

Giddy from this rendezvous, you were on the edge of collapsing. The cause being deprivation of touch. It was a valid diagnosis in your book. 

“Angel, please,” you whimpered in a voice so breathy, so needy. 

“Would you like to know what I want, baby?” 

You nodded feverishly at the question, but nothing prepared you for what he was about to say. 

“I want you to walk out there with my cum dripping down your thighs. I want you to go back to that pendejo pretending that I didn’t just fuck the living shit out of your tight, soaking wet pussy. God, I want that so bad, mami.” 

At this point, your hormones were on overdrive. You felt sweaty and sticky, and the need for clothes didn’t seem necessary. Frankly, you two were overdressed and you couldn’t understand why it was taking him so long to bend you over the mop-bucket-service-cart-thing as he shoved his cock inside you. 

Some things are better left as mysteries. Other things are better left sprawled naked in your secret lover’s arms, but maybe that was just you.

His skin on yours felt electrifying and you didn’t know how much more teasing you could take. However, you couldn’t say that you didn’t deserve it. 

And just like that, all of that sexual plasmic energy was gone as he stepped away from you. 

“But I won’t wreck your shit in the janitor’s closet. I’m classier than that.”

Angel bit his lip, trying to hold back the laugh while looking at your frozen state; hands shaking, eyes wide and mouth agape. He shook his head, his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked through the door in his usual big-dick-swagger. 

“But you aren’t classier than that! You aren’t!” You cried out in agony, but it was no use. 

That cunning son of a bitch. 

A/N: I DON’T APOLOGIZE ON BEHALF OF ALL THE LADY BLUE BALLS I’VE CAUSED.

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[absurdthirst]

‘Their Reaction to You Choking on Them’ was, oh my, I moaned out loud lol. I finally just watched Bloodsucking Bastards too. I loved Sunrise! Can you please write about Max singing WAP around you all the time in the office? Can be HC or a one shot when you have time. I know you’re back to work and it’s busy. Be careful and stay hydrated. Love you -🔥

Singing WAP Around You:

NSFW Under the Cut

This man is a walking HR NIGHTMARE. From eating people, to turning them into vampires with out their explicit consent, to his latest shit. Singing the incredibly explicit lyrics of WAP around you in the office.

Amanda can’t even fucking deal with him. Lucky that you haven’t run screaming into her office about sexual harassment and demanding a stake being shoved through his heart. Even if she thinks his ass deserves it. 

“I don’t wanna spit. I wanna gulp. I wanna gag. I wanna choke.” His grin is feral when you walking his office to drop off the latest sales figures. 

This shit has been going on for days and he thinks he’s being cute, but you’re about to start getting this teasing little fucker back. 

“You need a king cobra, Max?” You ask, your head cocked to the side. “I think Amanda told me that Evan was pretty well hung.” 

You never saw a face fall faster in your life. It takes everything in you to not bust out laughing at that offended face. He really does make things easy for you sometimes. 

“So what do you have to be tied up with that you don’t break out of?” Your grin is evil. “So I can let Evan know.” 

You don’t even wait for his answer, sashaying out of his office, his face looking like a slapped arse. You at least wait until you are back in your own office before laughing like a loon. 

So, pouty Max is an absolute baby when he’s in a mood. Grumpy as fuck and just mean enough to make the entire sales floor miserable for the next couple of days. 

So of course, you are going to make it up to him. He comes back from one of the sales meeting and you are spread out on his desk. 

Wearing a red lacy garter that you know will drive him crazy, your cunt is bare and waiting for him. 

“Bring a mop and a bucket for this wet-ass pussy” You taunt.

From the look in his eyes, you know he’s about to swipe his nose like a credit card. Especially since his already lowered his damn fangs. Damnit....it really is about to be a wet-ass pussy. 

“Oh baby.” He growls. “Bite your lip, talk your shit. Ask for a car while you ride that dick.” 

He definitely made it cream and Amanda dealt with all the complaints of your screams. Sighing and rolling her eyes as she ordered noise cancelling headphones for the office. 

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[starsfic]

The Ghosts of Fiery Cloud Manor, Chapter 3: Nightmares, Sisters, and Friends

Summary: Xiaotian has a nightmare and is reunited.

AO3

Notes: Yep, two chapters!

-_-

Xiaotian woke up with a crick in his neck. “Ow, ow, ow…” he grumbled, rubbing it as he sat up. See, this is why you should always sleep somewhere with a pillow. When the ache was soothed, he looked around.

The monkey was nowhere to be seen and the windows were dark.

“Oh boy.” he said, scrambling up and reaching down for his pack. How had he lost so much time?! Now, he would have to hike back down in the dark- His fingers clenched around nothing. He looked down in confusion.

His backpack wasn’t there.

Xiaotian looked around, but a minute of blindly searching yielded nothing. “Okay, don’t panic. You can find it tomorrow when there’s light.” He got up and headed out of the library, flicking his flashlight on. In the shroud of night, the manor was much darker and had a rather unfriendly feel to it, his little flashlight barely penetrating the darkness. Finally, he reached the front doors.

The rocks were gone.

Xiaotian barely had a moment to realize that before the door was slamming shut. He couldn’t help but run to them, desperately pulling on the knobs. When they refused to open, he desperately pounded on the doors. “Let me out!” he screamed, not sure who he was pleading to. “Please let me out!”

He only stopped when he felt warmth on his hands. When Xiaotian pulled his fists away from the door, his hands were bloody. He watched as a drop of blood dripped down and onto the floor, tracing the gold veins.

That was when the veins lifted off the floor. Before he could react, they snapped out at him, wrapping him tight. Xiaotian let out a cry as his chest gave an alarming creak from the pressure the gold bindings placed on him. A chuckle drew his attention and he found his gaze moved from the bindings to the head of the grand staircase. A figure stood there, watching his struggle, their features shrouded in shadow. They took a step down, the human proportions of their form shifting and twisting until a fire hit the floor. The manor burned as the fire approached him, a hand rising from the flames to cup his face. Then it spoke with a crackling, popping voice.

“Welcome home.”

Then the flames were consuming him as the manor fell apart around him-

Xiaotian’s eyes opened with a gasp.

He blinked until the face of the monkey, sitting on him, came into view. It let out a worried chirp. He let out a sigh, petting the monkey. “It was just a dream,” he sighed in relief, craning his head back to look out the window.

The sun was setting, nonetheless.

“Come on.” he said, scooping up the monkey with one hand to grab his backpack with the other. As he headed out of the library, Xiaotian found himself puzzling over his dream.

It was a possible sign that his anxiety was working on how attached he was to the manor. Combined with the ghost stories Tang said were attached to the house and the whole flame motif he had been finding, it created one hell of a nightmare. In a burst of curiosity, Xiaotian pulled out his phone to use the (surprisingly good) signal to see what fire represented in dreams. Instead, his eye caught a long line of texts.

They were all from his older sister.

We need to talk about what happened between you and Father.

Xiaotian, we need to talk.

Xiaotian, answer me.

There was a missed call from Bao, during his nap, and he was very much glad he had been asleep. His heart sank when he saw the next and last message. You’re being a baby about this whole thing. Call me so we can figure out how to deal with this as a family.

“Sisters.” he grumbled instead of a much ruder word, dismissing all the texts and stuffing his phone in his pocket. The monkey let out another concerned chirp. “I’m fine bud-” Xiaotian came to a stop when he saw the front doors were closed. In a burst of fear, he practically sprinted to the doors. They opened under his shove.

“Oh, thank gods.” he sighed, scrambling out to firmly lock the doors behind him. Xiaotian only looked back once when he was locking the gate. With the memory of his dream, the entire place had shifted in his mind’s eye.

The manor no longer looked beautiful.

It looked hungry.

-_-

Xiaotian found himself tossing and turning most of the night, musing over his dream. He had done that search when he had returned to the inn. Fire was most often used to symbolize passion, but it was also deep-rooted anger. Being tied up meant that you were feeling internally restrained.

Yeah, maybe he was feeling that restraint and that deep-rooted anger.

Before the attack, he had found himself snapping and had been taking steps to move out. Pigsy was more than happy to give him his spare room in his apartment. Before that, he had been forced to move to his parents and sister’s whims.

He sighed at that thought and tried to get some sleep. It didn’t work and he found himself stumbling down the stairs in the morning. The monkey hopped up on him when he hit the main floor and he didn’t even bother trying to remove it. “MK!”

That voice woke him up.

Inside the restaurant, Xiaojiao waved at him from a table. Xiaotian gaped. “What...are you doing here?” he said when she ran up and hugged him. This must be why she had been using her planning voice.

“You wished I was here!” Xiaojiao said, leaning back with a shrug. “I figured you might want some kind of friendly face and my parents agreed! So I talked to Pigsy who talked to Tang and…here we are!” Before he could ask about the ‘we’, a warm chuckle broke in.

“Give him some space, pretty girl.”

Spindrax, Xiaojiao’s other bestie and her racing rival, had walked up with a tray of breakfast food. “Three pairs of hands are better than one, right?” she said to Xiaotian with a smile as she set down the tray. Her smile turned gentle as she reached out, giving him a hair ruffle. “How are you?”

“Much better now that you guys are here.” Xiaotian said with a smile.

Together over breakfast, Xiaojiao and Spindrax got a laydown of the house and the possible ghosts. They explained in turn that Xiaojiao had immediately talked to her parents when her call with Xiaotian ended. Spindrax didn’t have any plans this summer so when she heard about the situation when she dropped by to give Xiaojiao her wrench, she had volunteered to come and help.

Pigsy had texted Tang, who had agreed, and the two had immediately packed. “And we spent most of the night driving, which is...wow. Five hours on the motorcycle isn’t the best thing in the world.” Xiaojiao said, rubbing her butt with a pained look. Now that she said that, he could see the dark bags forming under her eyes.

“Are you two sure you want to help right away?” Xiaotian asked, feeling concern rise up. Some of the staircases at the manor were a bit steep. One sleep-deprived slip and he would no longer have friends. “You two can nap here while I bring some of the basic cleaning supplies up there.”

“Wha- No?! We came to help!”

He mused on this and then leaned over to whisper in her ear. “You can see if Spindrax wants to snuggle.” They had mentioned that their room only had one bed…

Xiaojiao’s cheeks flushed at the mention of her crush. “You play dirty.” she grumbled, standing up. “But, fine. We will take a nap just to make you feel better.” She grabbed Spindrax’s hand and dragged her to the staircase. She paused to whirl around. “But be back soon! I at least wanna look around the town with you!”

He nodded his agreement with a giggle, waving bye as the girls disappeared. Syntax chuckled as he walked by, grabbing their tray of empty dishes. “I guess you won’t need a packed lunch?”

He was kind enough to point Xiaotian in the direction of a hardware store. Using the credit card that had been in the envelope with the manor key that had been waiting for him when he came, he headed out. He bought gloves, sponges, a bucket and mop, and a broom. He also found himself grabbing a marble cleaner, some weedkiller for the garden he hadn’t looked at yet, wet wipes, and glass cleaner. (He winced at the thought of cleaning all those mirrors in the ballroom.)

With that, Xiaotian piled all he could in the bucket and started towards the trail. Some village children stopped to watch him. It was halfway up the trail that he thought of the fact some of them probably wanted pocket money, enough to help him lug supplies up here. He brushed the thought away as he opened the gate. Much to his satisfaction, his nightmare no longer twisted the manor in his mind. It was still the same beautiful old house.

Inside, the inside was the same dark space. He couldn’t help but pause, expecting to be attacked again. When nothing happened, Xiaotian groaned. “Jumping at shadows.” he told himself, dropping the bucket down.

He probably should see if he could get a generator in here. The gas lights were interesting, but he didn’t want to burn down the manor, just like his dream- which he was working on forgetting. Xiaotian turned his thoughts away from his dream and to the instructions on the marble cleaner. He could get started, at least.

Setting everything on the steps, Xiaotian headed to the kitchen. Thankfully, the odd leaving behind of everything hadn’t extended to any food. That would’ve been gross. He pumped water into the bucket and then headed to the entryway, following the instructions and setting to work.

Finally, the marble floor in here was reflecting his proud smile. “There we go,” he couldn’t help but coo. “I bet that feels better...if you could feel. Which you cannot.” He really needed to remember that the house wasn’t alive. He returned to the kitchen to pour the leftover water out, setting the bucket and mop next to the backdoor. Now that was done, he should get back.

Or… he could see if the brush he had bought at the store could get the dust off the paintings.

Xiaotian found himself giving himself more and more small tasks in the entryway, wanting to stay a moment longer.

Just one more task, a little bit longer…

Just a little bit longer…

Just a little bit...

He was unaware of the monkey poking its head in, giving a concerned hoot. He didn’t answer, scrubbing at the steps with a dazed look. The monkey gave another hoot, which transformed into a screech. Xiaotian snapped his head up at the noise. The hazy look in his eyes faded. “Oh, hey buddy.”

His stomach rumbled. “Right, didn’t bring lunch.” He stood and immediately felt woozy, staggering back to sitting on the stairs. The monkey screeched and ran and grabbed his hands, pulling. “Hey, hey, buddy- woah okay!” He found himself dragged out of the manor, the monkey not even pausing to let him close the door or gate.

Xiaotian didn’t stop until the monkey was screeching as he opened the door to the restaurant. What felt like the entire village’s heads snapped to him. “Uh…” he said. “Hi. Got distracted.”

“Xiaotian!”

Mr. Tang, Wukong sitting next to him, waved from a table. Xiaojiao and Spindrax were sitting across from them. “I was worried!” the scholar said as he sat down. “Your friends told me you were just going for a quick trip up.”

“I figured I could get started.” Xiaotian explained sheepishly. “I must’ve lost track of time. Sorry.” His stomach rumbled and he found a bowl of noodles pushed in front of him. “Thanks.”

“It’s fine.” Xiaojiao said, swatting Tang’s chopsticks, reaching for Xiaotian’s bowl, away. “But save some work!”

“It was just the entryway. Believe me, I saved work for all of us.”

The lunch continued with conversation about the city and Wukong’s job at the nature reserve, where Xiaotian’s monkey buddy lived. Throughout it, he could feel the village watching. Finally, the meal came to an end and Xiaojiao was dragging him and Spin out, pulling out her phone as they walked.

“Hey, party people!” she said, clearly streaming. “It’s your girl Mei here with her besties MK and Spin!” She craned the camera and they waved, both used to it by now. “So, we’re here in a small mountain village to help clean an abandoned mansion!” A comment popped up. “Right! MK, what can you tell us about the manor?”

“Well, it’s called Fiery Cloud Manor and it's allegedly built in the spot where Red Boy…” He continued on in this vein until they got to the foot of the trail. Then it was Xiaojiao gasping and awing over the natural beauty. Spin leaned over at one point.

“She’s going to use all of her storage space before the summer’s over. I can feel it.”

Xiaotian nodded, unable to resist a smile anyway.

[bound-writings]

Hananene For The Soul

♡tbhk secret santa for @amanebae​ aka Momica♡

“Game Day” fic + Hananene Relationship HCS

>nene has an overnight school trip, leaving her no choice but to leave a certain ghost boy themselves. spoiler alert - she doesn’t though. 

>also nene introducing modern games to a baby boomer named Hanako

“Yashiroooo, you have to be lying right now!” Hanako whined as he squeezed Nene tighter, his neck resting on the crook of her neck, pouting.

“No, I’m not lying, Hanako-kun! I’m being one hundred percent serious!” the dual-colored hair huffed, dunking the mop in the bucket as she continued to scrub the floor. The boy groaned louder at Nene’s response and held on tighter as if trying to restrict her movements.

“But what about me, Yashiro? Are you just gonna abandon me and go off on your own??”

The girl sighed, furrowing her eyebrows at Hanako’s childish behaviors. Then again, he was always like that, wasn’t he? “Hanako-kun, you don’t need to be so dramatic! It’s only going to be for three days-”

“Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and then the weekend! I’m not going to be seeing you for five whole days in a row!” Hanako’s shoulders drooped as he released his hold on Nene. Nene sighed in relief and massaged her sore neck. 

“Yashiro!” he whined, grabbing the mop and trying to pry it from Nene’s hands, “You can still rethink your decision!” 

Yashiro squealed as she held on to the mop. “I’m not going to! You’ve survived without me before, Hanako-kun! And I’ve already paid for it and everything! I don’t know why you’re so insistent on me staying here!”

Hanako released his grip on the mop, tilting his hat so it would cover his eyes. “I see, Yashiro. If that’s what you want.”

Yashiro frowned as her heart twinged. She didn’t mean to hurt the boy’s feelings. Or maybe he was trying to guilt-trip her, like the time he used the fake tears? Hmph, she wouldn’t be fooled! (She was.)

>the next day

“Why not?”

“What?! No way! I came here to get you to stop me, Tsuchigomori-sensei!”

“I mean, the trip isn’t mandatory. It’s for pleasure only. I see nothing wrong with skipping it. And I could also refund your money as well.”

“Listen, I don’t know what to do!”

“What a pain… Did you ask Honorable Number Seven about it?”

“Yes, of course! He knows about it and he wants me to stay at school! But I don’t know anything about him! He never even told me about his past, and I never know what’s going on in that head of his. He’s hugging me one minute, and the next he’s cruelly making me clean toilets!” Nene sighed, pursing her lips at her outburst. “Clearly he doesn’t trust me… so I don’t know why he’s so desperate for me to stay with him…”

Tsuchigomori sighed, puffing out smoke from his pipe.

“You know kid, he’s been a lot happier ever since you came around.”

“Eh?”

“You should have seen him before. Always moping around in the stall and complaining about how boring it was around here.”

“And?”

“And now it’s the complete opposite. He doesn’t say it, but you made a huge impact on him, kid. Maybe he doesn’t tell you some things, but I believe that’s because he wants to protect you.”

“I-I see.”

“But don’t mind my rambling. Who knows, I might be completely wrong. You are too soft on the boy anyway.” Tsuchigomori guffawed as a tick mark appeared on Nene’s forehead.

“Don’t think too deep into it kid. Just make sure you don’t regret it.”

Nene sighed as she played with the ends of her hair. What would she do? No, she already knew what she was going to do.

>the next day

Hanako sighed, looking out the window, seeing other the trees shake in the wind instead of the usual commotion outside. The school was eerily empty because almost everyone had gone on the trip. Yashiro included. His eyes drooped as he stared as his tingly hands. The hands that would playfully squish her cheeks, the hands that would hold onto her as if she would disappear from his grasp. Her warm, warm body…

Hanako blinked and suddenly snapped out of his daze. Yashiro was right. Yashiro didn’t need to stay here with him. She was human. She was alive. She should be enjoying her life instead of staying here with him. But he sighed as he slumped into the wall, closing his eyes, taking in the silence. It will be quite lonely for a few days. Or so he thought.

“HANAKO-KUN!!!”

Hanako bolted upright as if electricity struck him. The Mokke lying around him were up and about as well, spouting but one word. 

“Yashiro.”

“Yashiro!”

“It’s Yashiro.”

Hanako rubbed his eyes as he strained his ears, wondering if he was hearing right.

“Jeez, Hanako-kun! You can look at me already!”

The ghost almost comically turned his neck around slowly, eyes widening as he gulped. Much to his surprise, it was her. Yashiro Nene in the flesh, lip jutting out as she pouted, hands on her hips, a bag at her daikon legs.

“Y-Yashiro? Why are you here-?”

“The real question is why you’re sitting here being all mopey! I thought you knew how to exist without me?” she huffed as she grabbed the bag at her feet.

Hanako, still in a shocked daze, floated over to her, pointing a finger at the bag. “And that is…?”

The girl slightly blushed. “I brought for you… I mean I brought it so I wouldn’t be bored staying at school!”

“Staying… at school? What about the trip?”

Nene sighed, staring at her feet and then glancing up at the curious boy. She gently tugged on his sleeve, ushering him closer to her.

“I… I decided not to go. I wanted to stay with you Hanako-kun… even though you can be really annoying sometimes. But… I think you’re good company.”

The boy blushed as he stared at the floor as well. His heart pounded in his chest at Nene’s words and he could feel her soft skin brushing against the palm of his hand. Hanako tried to compose himself, but he could barely bring himself to say anything. Nene squirmed in the awkward silence and tried to break it. Pulling her hand away, much to Hanako’s regret, she spoke.

“A-Anyway! I brought this so we can play together!” Nene quickly threw the bag to the side and pulled out a colorful box that read the word “MONOPOLY” in big letters.

“Moh-noh-poly?’

“No, it’s Mah-nah-poly!” Nene said trying to sound out the letters as best as possible. She giggled. “I’m surprised you don’t know this game, Hanako-kun!” Nene dropped to her legs and removed the cover of the box. Hanako followed, squatting down to peer at the game, his heart feeling touched and all tingly.

She unfolded the board and dumped the figures onto it. Hanako watched on curiously, as she squinted and counted what seemed to be like fake money.

“Here, Hanako-kun!”

Fake dollar bills landed in his hands as well as a small figurine as he closely inspected them. “The game is quite simple, Hanako-kun. You just have to walk around the board by rolling the dice and try to buy some buildings and stuff like that!”

“So… it’s kind of like a game of luck?”

The girl pressed a finger to her lips as she gazed upwards in thought. “Hmm, I guess you can say that too!”

Too cute, Hanako thought.

Hanako kept getting screwed over because every time he rolled the dice he always managed to land on something bad. The first time he landed on the “Jail” spot and had no idea until Nene started laughing at him and explained what it meant. He was not happy. Then he landed on one of her properties and had to pay rent, making him go broke. Hanako ends up going bankrupt quite a few times simply because he’s like?? Wtf is going on??? 

But uhh he gets used to it really fast. Like he actually gets really good at it. It’s almost scary how good he is at this kind of stuff when he’s serious. When he understands the rules and stuff he starts making Nene suffer by making her go into debt and buying all of her stuff. And Nene is literally devastated. She thought wow haha I’m actually better than Hanako-kun at this! Time to show him whose boss! Well, that only lasted for like fifteen minutes because soon enough Hanako was whooping her at Monopoly.

Yashiro ends up having to eat lunch at one point, luckily she packed her own lunch today. But alas, Hanako kept bugging her to get a bite of her cooking.

An irk mark appeared on the girl’s forehead as her clothes were being tugged on by a certain ghost.

“Yashiroooo! You know I haven’t eaten in years…” Hanako whispered in Nene’s ear, mimicking the sound of a stomach grumbling as he nudged his cheek with hers. She cringed, shoveling a portion of food into his mouth so he could shut up. Hanako nearly choked as he hit his chest in an effort to swallow it. 

“Are you happy now you idiot?” she huffed, stuffing her face with food as well.

It was actually pretty darn good, Hanako thought.

>the next day

Hanako eagerly floated around the girl’s bathroom waiting for the dual-colored hair girl. He had, quite indeed, grown fond of her, no, more than fond, whatever word that was. The naive girl who hopelessly pines after guys, the same one who managed to become a fish, the one with the adorable squishy cheeks he wished would look at him instead-

“Hanako-kun!!!”

The call of his name made him jump was again and before him was a pouty Yashiro.

“I’ve called your name like ten times, Hanako-kun!”

The boy blinked at her and a mischievous smile appeared on his face as he floated down to her level and placed both hands on her cheeks.

“Hmm… I was just thinking about a special someone ♡.”

She blushed as she swatted his hand away. H-Hanako-kun’s girlfriend! That’s who he must be thinking about!

“So what do ya got there today, Yashiro?”

“U-Uh! Oh yeah! The cards!” She smiled as she plopped down on the floor, taking a deck of cards out of the small box.

“Cards?” Hanako’s interest was piqued. 

“Yeah! Have you ever played Uno, Hanako-kun?

“Un-oh?”

“Ooh-no,” she corrected, patting the space across from her, inviting Hanako to sit.

“It’s really simple! You can place a card that has the same color or number as the one on top of the pile, and if you don’t have one you pick up. And you have to say ‘Uno!’ when you place your second to the last card-”

“So basically like Crazy 8?”

“You can say that. But there’s color in Uno!”

Nene got absolutely destroyed in Uno. That’s all that happened. I don’t know if y’all have noticed but Hanako tends to play cards with the Mokke pretty often. And he’s always calm and collected WHICH MEANS HE’S LIKE A MASTER AT CARD GAMES. That is what happens and no one is going to stop him from stomping. He drops so many +2 and +4 cards that Nene has practically the whole deck in her hand. He wins every single time. Nene probably gets a bit pouty at this because she’s like how??? This boomer literally just learned about the game like five minutes ago and?? He’s already kicking my ass at it??

Hanako may or may not lighten up his game if he sees Yashiro get upset but you know. He freaking loves doesn’t really want to see Yashiro sad. So he purposely lets the girl win because he honestly went 🥺when he saw her cheering and throwing her arms in the arm, celebrating.

>the next day

“Sorry, Hanako-kun… I don’t have a new game today…”

Hanako merely smiled as he tugged on her cheeks, turning her frown into a smile. “It’s-”

“That’s why I made this!” The girl grinned as she held a bag high in the air for both of them to gaze upon. 

“D-donuts!” Hanako’s face immediately glowed at the sight of the beautifully glazed donuts as he tried to grab them. Nene moved them out of the way as Hanako whined.

“Let’s go to the roof instead, Hanako-kun!”

--

“Finally, I can eat delicious donuts again!” Hanako cheered as he twirled around, holding the bag in the air.

The girl watched in amusement, settling down on the sheet as she poured tea into a cup. “Still a donut loving ghost, I see,” she giggled as she watched the boy scarf down the pastry. The boy sat down next to her, mouth full.

“Wow, thaft’s somfe real goof dofnuts!” he sighed with content, discarding the bag.

“Hanako-kun, that was for the both of us!” she frowned, peering at the bag. “Plus it’s not good for you to eat so quickly!” she scolded.

Hanako simply smiled at her, crumbs near his lips.

Nene’s eyes softened as she stared at the boy. “You’ve got some crumbs here, Hanako-kun,” she spoke softly, taking her thumb and brushing the crumbs off of his face. Hanako went red as he froze. Noticing his face becoming hot, she glanced at him to see how red he was. Then Nene realized what she was doing.

“Um! I-I was only helping you as a friend of course! You’re totally not my type!” she squealed, face burning as she tried to pull her hand away. But a hand gently caught her arm.

Hanako’s gaze was on the floor, his cheeks red. “Yashiro… these few days have been fun with you. And… and I’m glad you decided to stay with me,” he paused, unsure of how to phrase his words. “It’s been lonely-”

Nene tugged on his arm, smiling at him, not wanting feel like he was being forced to say anything. “Actually Hanako-kun… I’m glad I stayed too.” 

“Yashiro… can I ask why you stayed with me? 

“Well, because I like you, Hanako-kun!” 

…

“As a friend of course! Nothing more!!”

“You’ve said that already, Yashiro…”

“I don’t think the trip would have been too much fun anyway. I had lots of fun with you though!”

Hanako smiled at her words, cherishing the moment. He placed the palm of his hand on hers, and then slowly intertwined his fingers with hers. The girl didn’t protest and instead squeezed his hand, brushing her thumb over his.

How both of them wished this moment would last forever.

Hanako x Yashiro Nene (Hananene) Relationship HCS

If Hanako was alive, they would be the cutest couple in the school! It was actually a shock to most people that they started dating. Yes, Hanako would tease Yashiro on a daily basis but no one thought he was genuinely serious about a relationship with the girl. These two clowns love each very much though, everyone can see that! Now that they’re in an established relationship, Nene becomes more lenient on Hanako’s constant affection, which has increased a huge amount. Hanako is literally around Nene at all times, he won’t directly say it but he cannot bear to not be around this girl. He’s been alone and touch starved for so long, but now he finally has human contact that just fills his heart up with warmth. So yea whenever Nene is not around he’s just like :(.

Also one thing. You know how he calls her Yashiro? Well not anymore! “Nene-chan” time! Hanako never fails to fluster her when he says her first name, especially with the ‘chan’ part. But Nene gets her fair share of making Hanako blush as well. It’s mostly the little things Nene does that touches Hanako’s heart. Maybe it’s making donuts for him, or comforting him after a confrontation with Tsukasa. And whenever the daikon girl initiates affection first, he always gets a little flustered! And then he would tease her for becoming bold. He must be rubbing off on her.

Hanako is always there with her during class. So Nene becomes known as the girl who talks to thin air on a daily basis. She becomes a bit depressed at this but her boyfriend 100 percent cheers her up! The real problem is when Hanako has to be by himself on the weekends. Now that part crushed both of their heart’s especially Hanako’s. He has to wait in the empty school by himself, with only Mokke to keep him company. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way but he’s jealous. Jealous of everyone who can leave this damn building. How he just wants to leave but he can’t step foot out of the school. How he just wants Nene to be by his side forever.

Definitely nerds out with Nene about space and whatnot. He just never had anyone who would willingly listen to him ramble about space! And even though Nene may not understand half of it, she’ll always listen and nod her head. She thinks it’s cute when his eyes get all glowy and excited when he’s talking about something he likes. One of her favorite things to do is to just hold the boy’s hand. His hand is cold, unlike her warm one. But she tries her darn best to transmit her warmth to his body. Why? Because she freaking loves Hanako.

Even though Hanako is so touchy-feely he doesn’t say the words “I love you” quite as often. He’s just a lot better at expressing his feelings through actions than words. Plus he gets insanely flustered and red whenever he says the words, even more when Nene is the one to say it.

Hanako deeply cherishes Nene despite teasing her so often. The fact a murderer like him was able to find love is just, well, astonishing to him. Hanako loves her though, and he will do anything to keep her alive. He always knew that ghosts didn’t have a future but… perhaps with Nene by his side, his one didn’t look so dim anymore.

[starlessskies94]

Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Note: Sorry Ellie :(

Chapter Four

Ellie was tired. She’d barely slept since Joel’s attack and whenever she did, she only ever found herself back there. Pinned to the floor and forced to watch as those fuckers slowly tortured him,  as his screams echoed in her head till she woke in a cold sweat. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d heard that Joel had been sent home but she’d done everything she could to avoid crossing paths with the man. She was already carrying enough guilt without seeing the vacant look in his eyes. She knew it would just make her feel a thousand times worse. In her mind this had all happened because of her. The Fireflies had only gone after Joel because of what he had done to protect her. She had wanted to be angry for so long but now it just seemed pointless. How could she be mad at Joel for something he didn’t even remember doing?! He didn’t know her, she was now just a stranger that had been a part of the rescue that brought him back to Jackson as far as he was concerned.

Even now the girl felt numb, it was the first time in days that she actually managed to venture from her room without instantly wanting to retreat back, to once again shut out the world. But she had a job to do and she was determined to do it. If not for her own sake, then for her mother’s.

“Okay that’s done, what’s next?” Dina asked pulling her girlfriend from her thoughts. Ellie looked back in her direction, moving to the table by the front of the barn for the papers her mom had written for her. “Feed, I think...you remember who has what?”

The young brunette scoffed cockily with a smug grin. “Of course I remember!” She dismissed with a wave of a hand as she walked towards the feed room. While Ellie just rolled her eyes as she followed. “Rightttt, because I'm sure Max didn’t write it all down for you? TWICE!” She could only laugh as Dina flipped her off walking through the door.

Later on as the two finished up tending to the last of the horses, heads bowed and noses snuffling in buckets, it quickly became quiet. All except the sound of the animals slurping and chomping at their breakfast. Ellie found it strangely calming as she and Dina sat and waited for them to finish before continuing on with their jobs.

“How’s Ada?” Dina asked quietly with her head leaning on Ellie’s shoulder. “Not great, I told her to take a couple days off.” She sighed heavily. Her mother had been holding it in, pretending she was able to cope, that she was strong enough to deal with everything that was happening. In truth, Ada blamed herself just as much as her daughter did for what happened to Joel. Perhaps even more so, considering she had been right by his side at the time, supporting his every decision only to now watch him suffer the consequences of them alone. Ellie had had the idea of giving her mom some time at home away from the town gossip and the constant looks, pitiful or otherwise.

The teen knew from first hand experience what it was like to be the talk of the town and she wanted to spare her mother from as much of that as she could...even if it was just a couple of a days.

“Ohh so that’s why we’re on yard duty then?” Dina yawned. Her arms reaching out above her head as she stretched and rose to her feet to peer over Japan’s stable door. The gelding nickering affectionately when she spotted her.

“Yeah but it’s not that bad; you get to spend all day with your boy.”

“That’s true; isn’t that right baby?” She cooed patting Japan softly on his neck as the gelding whined, almost agreeing with his owner.

“I swear you love that horse more than me.”

“I do...but you come in at a close second.”

“Gee thanks.” The redhead mumbled sarcastically with folded arms.

Ellie smiled holding back a laugh when the horse rubbed his feed covered nose against Dina’s arm, her girlfriend yelping in surprise at the mess slobbered against her clothes.

“Oh you think you that’s funny do you!” She gasped. “Yeah I do, whaddya do gonna do huh?” She taunted in amusement.

“Oh I’ll show you! Come here!” Ellie laughed slowly backing away as Dina advanced on her, then suddenly pounced, smearing the muck across her girlfriend’s jacket. Ellie flailing in a feeble attempt to get away.

“Ew you’re so fucking gross!” She giggled out breathlessly, shaking her arms as she tried miserably to clean herself up.

“Eh you love me!” Dina moved to wrap her arms around Ellie’s shoulders, her eyes staring deep into hers, it felt oddly familiar to how they stood at the party that night they first kissed. It seemed so long ago now. But Ellie would always be grateful for it. The only difference was now; was that there were no more doubts. No more nerves of hesitation. Ellie didn’t even have to think about it this time as she pulled her closer with hands placed on her waist.

“Yeah. I do.” She whispered as the two leaned in, lips meeting in a kiss. Their noses brushed as they slowly pulled apart, lost in their own bubble of bliss and happiness. If Ellie couldn’t have her family right now, she was pretty damn grateful for Dina. The girl smiling sweetly in return as Ellie decided right then and there, that there was no doubt this girl was the fucking love of her life. The brunette pressed another kiss to the tip of Ellie’s nose before pulling away.

“Love you too babe, now come on. Your mom will kill us if we don’t get this done.” Ellie nodded silently before following, the two moving to start their next job of cleaning the tack.

They’d just gotten the cleaning supplies together, about to sit down at their work bench, when the sound of tapping and shuffling steps caught their attention.

“Oh hey there girls. Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt but I was looking for Tommy. I’m supposed to meet him here...is he around?”

Ellie froze like a deer in headlights at the man looking down at them from the doorway of the barn.

It was Joel and it was like looking at a ghost. He stood with a cane in his right hand after growing strong enough to no longer need his crutches. But it was clear his bad leg would never fully heal and it was a fact that still made Ellie angry. He looked exhausted. His face covered in near healed cuts and fading bruises. His beard was bushy as ever but some patches were shorter, where the injuries to his face were slowly scabbing over. It was the same for the dark mop of hair on his head that he’d let grow out over the past year. Shorter in parts and left uneven, probably to give it time to grow again. Ellie wasn’t sure.

She felt numb looking at the same man she’d once considered a father, who looked at her now as though she were a stranger. Although she supposed that’s because; to Joel, she was. Dina thankfully seemed to sense her girlfriend’s unease and rose to her feet to answer for the both of them, while Ellie herself just continued to stare.

“It’s okay, Tommy left this early morning to go check on a patrol route just outside the wall. But he’s due to be back soon if you want to wait.” She offered and Ellie felt like punching her.

What was she thinking?! That five minutes standing together in the barn would be enough to bring back Joel’s memories. The teen gave her knowing look, almost apologising with her eyes. But Ellie wanted to respect her mother’s wishes and if she was being honest, she agreed with the idea to give Joel time to process everything.

“You sure? I wouldn’t wanna get under your feet.” He said with a small smile, trying to lean his weight on his good leg. His fist tightening around the cane as he balanced himself. “No, it’s no problem at all. You can come see the horses too. Might as well seeing as one of them is yours.” Dina smiled politely.

It seemed that was enough to convince the man as he hobbled over to the stable Dina was stood by. A large bay gelding thoroughbred twitched his ears and reached over the door to sniff at Joel’s jacket the closer he got.

“Hey there fella.” Joel murmured. The horse responding affectionately as he nuzzled against the hand raised to stroke his nose.

“That’s Duke. He’s your boy.” Dina said. Almost pulling Ellie to stand closer to the door by Joel by her sleeve. Her feet dragging along the floor as she froze again, her eyes never leaving Joel as he smiled at Duke.

“That right? Well probably explains why he recognises me, I wish I could say the same boy.” It was mumbled but both Dina and Ellie heard, noticing the sadness that creeped along Joel’s face the longer he looked up at the large animal. Thankfully it seemed to pass quickly when his eyes glanced back at the girls beside him.

“I think I know you two...Ella right?” He pointed to Ellie and she almost jumped from her skin when the older man addressed her. Her hands anxiously pulling at the sleeves of her jacket.

“Errm...Ellie.” She quietly corrected. “Annd this...this is Dina. My girlfriend, we were part of the group that brought you back to Jackson.” Her hands were shaking the whole time she spoke and when her words were finished, her throat was dry and she almost coughed to rid the lump that was forming. But Joel just smiled in that same old Joel way that he did. She was thankful for the fact that at least the attack hadn’t taken that from him.

“Well thank you Ellie and Dina, I’m real grateful. You two seem like good kids.” Ellie almost beamed from the feeling of getting praise from Joel again after so long. It took her back to Pittsburgh all over again, being taught how to shoot. The pride of knowing she was doing a good job, Joel had said so back at Bill’s. When he’d jumped down to join Ada by the road she’d meant what she’d said to him.

‘I won’t let you down.’

Except now she had and she felt more than guilt as she looked at Joel beside her. But he seemed so content, fussing Duke with a lazy smile as he did. It was strange to miss a man that was standing right in front of her.

“Hey uh...meant to ask before but uh...you wouldn't happen to have a horse named Callus here would ya?” Joel asked suddenly and Ellie’s heart almost stopped instantly as her eyes widened slightly. Once again Dina noticed straight away as her hand slipped into Ellie’s to try to ground her.

“No, I don’t think so. Why are you remembering something?” The young brunette asked gently.

Joel thought for a second before shaking his head.

“Nah, just the name kept coming to me. Probably nothing. Kind of a ridiculous name for a horse anyway.” He chuckled and Ellie felt her heart ache.

“Well I think I’ve kept you young ladies from your work long enough. I’d hate for y'all to get in trouble on my account. I’ll try catching Tommy by the gate on his way back.” he shuffled on his feet to turn back towards the door, his weight held firmly on his cane. “Sure no problem, it was nice talking to you.” Dina said and Joel nodded in response then waved at the girls as he disappeared back towards the town.

Ellie watched silently as he left. All the while Dina held her hand, her soft eyes looking back to the redhead when Joel was gone. Her hand slipped from Ellie’s and wrapped around her in a hug.

“Babe, you okay?” She whispered. She could see Ellie’s eyes welling, her lips trembling as she slowly shook her head.

“I just want to go home.”  

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It's Always Been Molly

John Shelby x OC

Part Five

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A/N: Part Five is here! I’m not going to lie to you all but I’m a little stuck with this story right now. I’ve got about four parts after this written so it gives me a little time to get back into the swing of things. Next part we are going to get a full picture of Molly’s past and her relationship with John. Will post that one next week! Hope you all are staying safe and happy reading!! Much Love 💜

Warnings: language, angst, talks of pregnancy related things, indications of fighting, slight mention of blood, **If I missed anything, I apologize**

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After the night at Johns, Molly hadn’t spoken to him. They would see each other in passing, but either said a word. She had to admit she did miss his children. And from what Tommy had told her, they missed her too. He believed they were now plotting to run their usual nanny away, so she could take her place.

Today, Finn had run off with the brothers to the fair, which left, Molly with a free morning. Polly had phoned to ask if she would join Ada and herself for lunch. Of course Molly accepted. Ada was showing now and Molly wanted to see how much she remembered from her midwifery training.

The three ladies were now sat around Polly's table, chatting and eating lunch. Molly didn’t realize how much she had missed them until now. She only wished her mother was sitting there with them.

“So Miss Molly, I heard you spent some time with your future step-children the other day. I also heard you and John had some words. How was that?,” Ada asked as she took a sip of tea.

Molly rolled her eyes at her, “Stepchildren? Not sure what you are on about, but I did mind your niece and nephews. They were well-behaved. He and I talked, for maybe twenty minutes when he got home.”

“They were good because you're the first woman he’s ever brought to the house beside us and the nanny,” Ada chuckled, “But seriously, when are you and John going to get back together? He told me you got upset. And then he said he told you he wanted to make it up to you which made you cry. My guess is you're starting to feel something again. I just hope you wait to marry after I’ve had this damn baby.”

Molly nearly choked on her tea as the words spilled out of Adas mouth. Before she could speak, Polly spoke up, “Now Ada, that is the first time those two had spent more than two seconds alone with one another since she got back. I don’t think the wedding bells are ringing for them just yet. She also didn’t come here today to talk about John.” Molly smiled at Polly, silently thanking her for defending her.

“She came here to relax on her first morning off. Finn can be a little monster sometimes. She also wants to give you a quick check up for the baby. I know she has been dying to get her hands on your bump since she walked in,” Polly laughed while Molly just smiled widely. Molly wasn’t going to forget what Ada had said. She, too, had been thinking about that night. What she said and what he said. She didn’t know what she wanted. It was one of the reasons she was not speaking to him.

“That’s all people have been doing! Poking and rubbing! I’m a human not a dog! ,” Ada complained.

“Oh come on,” Molly said, standing up, “I’ll be quick, I promise.” She then reached to help Ada stand, making their way over to the sofa. Polly sat on the arm of the sofa watching Molly in awe. She had rolled up Adas blouse to expose her belly and started to feel around.

“I know it’s early, but the baby is in a good, head down position. That should make delivery easier if he or she stays that way,” Molly said as she felt around. She then reached into her bag to find her wooden stethoscope. She then placed it around a few times before she found the heartbeat.

Molly smiled up at Ada,” Ah, there it is! Sounds healthy. Polly would you like to listen?”

Polly was over by Molly’s side instantly. She smiled when she heard how fast the heartbeat was,” I’m right about the gender.”

“Polly I don’t want to know!” Ada wined, which caused all three to laugh.

Later, Molly realized she stayed at Polly's a little longer than she should have. She raced over to the betting shop to start tidying. She swept, dusted and cleaned the ash trays, then ran upstairs to grab the sheets off the beds, so she could do the washing tomorrow. She then grabbed the mop bucket and some rags to clean the floors.

Molly was halfway done when the door slammed open, scaring her. “Watch the floors. They may still be wet,” she yelled and continued to scrub.

“What are you doing on the floor?”

Molly then looked up to see John standing by the door. He looked like he had gotten into a fight. His knuckles were bruised and bloody, and his face had a few cuts on it.

Molly stood up off the floor and brushed her skirt off. She then walked over to John and pulled him into the kitchen.

“Sit up on the table, please. I think the cut above your eye will need stitches”, she said as she walked over to her bag to get her medical kit and to find some alcohol.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you scrubbing the floor on your hands and knees? You know we have a mop... somewhere, ” he said, sitting on the table. He wasn’t going to fight with her about cleaning his cuts. She was going to help him no matter what he said. That was the nurse in her.

Molly chuckled, “I know you do, but no matter how many times I use it, it doesn’t get clean. Your gamblers bring in so much mud.”

She then proceeded to clean the cuts on his hands and wrap them. John never took his eyes off of her. She had changed a lot in the eight years she was gone, but she was still the most beautiful girl in Small Heath.

After wrapping Johns hand, Molly then moved to the cuts on his face. She looked him in the eyes as she wiped away the blood. “You want to tell me what happened? ,” she asked him.

“Fight with the Lees. Tommy bought a horse from them for the races. You should let me take you to go see it. I’m sure Charlie and Curly would love to see you.”

“I’m sure I’ll see them when your lot has a family meeting. You know I don’t like horses John,” she then grabbed a bottle of whiskey, “Here drink this. I’ve got to do the stitches now.” John barely flinched while she was stitching him up.

“There I think I’m done,” putting a bandage over them, “I’ll take a look at them next week and I’ll remove them if I think it healed okay.” Molly then backed away from John, but he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You know the horse, it’s white. She’s gorgeous. But not as gorgeous as you,” he reached up to move a piece of hair out of Molly’s face.

Molly sighed, “John, you're drunk. I have to finish up here and get back home.”

“I’m not drunk. I’m not, love. I didn’t come here to have you stitch me up. I came because I wanted to be alone with you. You’ve been avoiding me. I told you I wanted to make it right, so tonight I’m going to start. If you let me.”

Molly looked down, tears in her eyes, not wanting to admit what she was feeling. She could feel the walls she built up crumbling with every word.

John then pushed her backward, hopped off the table, and put both of his hands on her cheeks making her look at him.

Resting his forehead on hers, “Molly, let me in. I can feel you wanting to pull away. Just let me in, so I can show you how sorry I am for hurting. Please, Molly please.”

Tears streamed down Molly’s face. She knew she was falling too hard and too fast for John again. Her body tingled every time he touched her just like when they were younger. The walls she built up were now rubble. She made up her mind. She was going to let him mend her broken heart.

“Okay,” she whispered.

John wipes her tears and then leaned in, “I’m going to kiss you now.” All Molly could do was nod looking him in the eyes.

And when their lips met for the first time in eight years, it was like they were never apart. They both moved in sync with another. Things then started to get heated. They felt like teenagers again. John picked her up and set her on the table and pulled away.

“Why’d you stop!” Molly asked breathing heavy.

John smirked,” I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to hit me.”

“Shut up and take me upstairs,” she said still trying to catch her breath, “And don’t ask me if I’m sure because at this moment I’m pretty fuckin’ sure.”

John then scooped her up from the table and carried her up to his old room where they made the sweetest, most passionate love the two had ever shared.

They laid in bed for hours, Molly’s head on Johns chest, listening to his heartbeat. John runs his fingers through her hair and kissing her head. It was like the past eight years had been forgotten.

“I hate to ruin this moment John but I really need to clean up downstairs. Everyone will be here in a few hours,” she said looking over at him.

“Hmm, okay,” releasing his grip.

Then Molly got out of the bed to get dressed. Once she finished and was heading for the door, John reached out,” Hey, promise me you have no regrets.”

Molly walked back over to the bed, “I won’t if you keep mending my heart,” she then put her hand on his cheek, “I love you John Shelby. I never stopped and I probably never will.”

John smiled, “Good, because I’ll spend my whole life righting my wrongs love. I know right now I’m not one-hundred percent forgiven and the past isn’t one-hundred percent forgotten, but I’m happy we are on our way. I love you Molly Payne. With my whole heart.”

Molly leaned down to kiss him. For the first time in eight years, she felt truly happy. John was working his way to mend her heart, and she was finally going to let him.

(posted 07/18/2020)

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Yooo, ur writing is v v cool!!! Could I ask for a hanako x reader where the reader can see ghosts, and has made it their goal to help as many as they can pass on? They’re a big pacifist, and very affectionate, always hugging their friends (which includes Hanako)! Headcanons or scenario are fine!

Pairing: Hanako x reader

Words: 2390

Awe!! thank you! that’s really good to hear xx I hope you enjoy this much too!

(Y/n) had never met a ghost she couldn’t help.

Not a single one.

However, she was quickly beginning to find that this particular boy would be quite a challenge.

"Ah, come on, Yashiro! It was only a brush of the hand."

Nene-chan stood firm before her, arms crossing to make an ‘x’, "You expect me to trust you over my eyes? That was a grope!"

(Y/n) had her arms thrown around her ever protective friend, behind her, burying her burning face into her back.

She couldn’t even go around this boy without her heart committing some sort of clumsy atrocity towards her! How was she supposed to get him on his way to the other side if she couldn’t even face him half of the time?

Not to mention, he wasn’t the biggest help with that problem either! With his soft wandering hands and his adorable grins that made her forget herself!

"How could I resist! She’s so easily squishable and sweet!" She peers over Nene’s shoulder just in time to watch him wiggle his fingers as if that were some kind of argument!

"Easy!" Nene-chan claims, spelling it out for him, "Keep. Your. Hands. To. Yourself."

"That’s no fun..." his eyes catch her peeking, lips instantly upturning, "What do you think, (N/n)? Should I really keep my hands away?"

"The answer is yes! Always, always yes!" Nene throws her hands out exasperatedly, "If it looks nervous, it could have a heart attack and die! That’s what my Rolling Orange Explosion taught me!”

“Y-Your what?” (Y/n) hastily speaks up, not sure if it’s fear about what died for Nene to learn that or fear that she would actually have a heart attack herself.

“Oh, he use to be my hamster...”

(Y/n) hastily hugs her friend, “Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!”

“Heart attack?” Hanako echoes as (Y/n) releases Nene, stepping back a little smile at her comfortingly, “So if...”

“I do this, (N/n)-chan could die?”

A sharp yelp escapes her lips, not really having expected to be scooped off her shoes so quickly, eyes shooting up to find Hanako’s holding hers.

“I just might!” She cries out, hugging her hands to her pounding chest.

“Awe! She really is like a little hamster-wampster! Isn’t that right-“

She was forcibly removed from Hanako’s arms, “Don’t baby talk her! Geez!”

Nene sets her back on her feet, dusting her off before looking up, “Is my (N/n) okay? Can I-“

“Hey- wait! You’re doing it too,” Hanako promptly tangles his arms over his chest sourly.

(Y/n) giggles, hiding her enclaves cheeks with her hands, “I’m fine. You two are just too much.”

“Or not enough?” He breathes in her ear, making Nene instantly jerk her back to her chest, wrapping her right back up in her arms.

“I think (Y/n)-chan has had much more than enough!” Yashiro harrumphs, “Now, since the bathrooms are done, I think I’ll be walking my nice friend home!”

This brings a warm smile to her lips, “Oh, it’s alright, Nene-chan, I don’t mind too much. We can stay a little longer.”

“Are you sure?” Nene asks with concern riddling her features.

(Y/n) fixes her with a big beam, “Yeah! I don’t get to hang out with Hanako as much as everyone else, you know!”

Two hands come from behind to squish her cheeks, “Yeah, Yashiro, it’s my turn for quality time with (N/n), didn’t you hear?”

“What?” She scoffs, crossing her arms, eyeballing him, “Is hanging out with (Y/n)-chan part of your rumor now?”

“Oh? Would you mind spreading that one?” His gentle hands move away from her cheeks to comb through her (h/l) (h/c) locks, “I’d really like that, thank you, Yashiro.”

Despite her heated face, her lashes flutter to rest against her cheeks, enjoying the moment.

“Absolutely... NOT!” Nene declares, “No way! I met (Y/n)-chan first, fair and square. Quit trying to steal her away!”

He drapes runs his fingers forward through her strands, pushing them past her face as his chin settles atop her head.

“Steal her? I wouldn’t really say that’s happening,” he clicks his tongue, “That sounds like it requires more effort.”

She juts her lower lip out at his words, “Rude...”

“No, no! I think it’s a wonderful thing,” he purrs, lifting his head as he runs a hand delightfully down the side of her face as he floats around her to see her face, “That just means we’re magnetic, don’t you think?”

Magnetic?

What a curious thing to say.

She smiles softly, feeding into his playfulness, “What, so, you’re attracted to me?”

He doesn’t even hesitate, “Very.”

He makes her stomach flip with a single word! She hastily looks away from him.

“Well, magnets can be very easily pulled apart,” Nene decides firmly, shoving a finger at him, “You’d best make sure you’re not getting to close!”

“Hah? But it’s in my nature! How could you repulse from such a pretty thing?” She jolts, hastily looking back over at him as his fingers dance faintly up her sides, sending a harsh shiver up her spine.

Jeez! She liked him, sure, but the shivers had to go!

Hanako flashes her a smirk, making her certain he knew exactly what he was doing too.

Such a troublesome ghost! 

“That’s it! I’m taking (Y/n) away until you can act right!”

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While her dear friend had accounted for dragging (Y/n) home, she hadn’t quite accounted for the cold weather.

The weather that doomed her sick the next day.

Leaving (Y/n) defenseless.

Kidding. She just kept (Y/n) worriedly texting her just about five minutes, reassuring her that she would grab her work and that she hadn’t missed much.

All in all, she found it quite lonely without her best friend.

Nene usually kept in great health despite all their grand ghost expeditions...

She supposed she’d gotten rather attached, huh?

Which is why she wanted to make sure Nene recovered fast and smoothly! She’d have a little work as necessary to do when she came back!

(Y/n) triumphantly wrangled the mop free from the storage closet.

Only to trip over her own feet, the tool giving a little more easily than she had first judged.

(E/c) eyes screwed shut, mop handle hugged to her chest, she braced herself for a harsh impact.

She’d always hated the feeling of falling.

“Whoopsie daisy!”

But Hanako made it a little easier.

She bats her eyes open, looking up at him in awe.

Before he disappears from her view, too busy easing her back up into her feet.

A fond smile marks her lips, as she looks down, adjusting her grip on the cleaning supply, “Nice catch, Hanako-kun! I thought I was a goner, for sure!”

“Awe, no problem, (N/n)!” He coos, floating around her in her peripherals, “But- uh... what’s with the mop?”

She looks up to find him pointing a finger at it, “Oh! Well, Nene-chan is home sick today.”

She turns back to the storage closet, leaning the mop against the wall as she disappears back into it.

“That still doesn’t explain the mop... where are you going?”

“Getting bleach,” she chirps, “Can’t clean a floor without cleaning supplies!”

“Why are you- (N/n), I’m not going to make you clean the bathroom...?”

“I know,” she runs her fingers along the array of bottles, “But Nene is really sick. I don’t want her to stress about it.”

She looks over her shoulder, hoping a smile will brush the conversation over, “I hope you don’t mind! I promise I’ll do a good job!”

He only blinks twice at her, amber eyes round as ever.

She turns back to the supplies, deciding on the odd-looking white opaque bottle, muttering a soft ‘that’ll do’ under her breath.

It lands in the bucket with a trembling thud. This should be good for now! 

She didn’t want to take more than she could carry, and she could always come back for more.

(Y/n) bends over, taking the handle of the bucket firmly into her small hands, lifting it up.

She wheels around, using the momentum of the load to make it easier.

Only to knock nearly right into the ghost standing behind her.

“Hanako!” She yelps, barely able to jerk back, barely able to catch herself as her footing wavers.

“You’re seriously going to clean the bathroom...? Because Nene is sick?”

She surveys him oddly, “Uhuh? Why do you make it sound like a bad thing?”

He lifts a hand to his chin, squinting at her, “Shockingly, most people don’t jump at the chance to clean toilets...”

A giggle escapes her lips, “Yes, but I get to spend more time with you while I do it!”

His eyes widen.

“I’m helping a good friend out and hanging out with another,” she beams at him, not a complaint in the world, “I don’t see a downside!”

He only sighs, giving his head a shake, “Such an enigma...”

“Enigma?” She echoes, shifting past him with her bucket before setting it down next to the mop.

“Yeah. You’re strange.”

“Blunt,” she mumbles, shoving the mop into her bucket as well, forcing it to melt around the bleach.

“It’s the truth though,” She crouches, listening to him while resting the broom handle against her shoulder, before then carefully grabbing the handle of the bucket and heaving it up, “You talk to ghosts. You talk to humans. You clean bathrooms.”

He continues as she promptly turns, making her way toward the bathroom, finding a place to leisurely float at her side, “All the while, you still smile like a kid on Christmas.”

(Y/n) raises a brow at him, offering a little glance as they come upon the door, “Because I’m happy...? That’s not weird.”

She then lifts a shoe, ready to rumble with her sucky balance to kick the door open.

Only to have Hanako make his way past her, pushing it open and holding it with ease, and also a comment, “It’s a little weird.”

She flashes him a sour expression as she lugs her bucket of supplies through the door.

“I just want my friends to be happy. The best way to do that is with a smile!” She tells him firmly, “You grant wishes. Don’t you do it with a smile?”

“Depends on the wish,” he enlightens simply as she drags the bucket over to the sink, beginning to unpack it.

She drops the bucket into the sink, turning on the faucet, before moving to the bleach, “I guess that makes sense, but that doesn’t argue my point, y’know.”

She offers herself a chipper smile in the mirror as she dumps a capful of bleach into the bucket, “If you’re smiling, the people around you are much more likely to smile! It’s a simple fact.”

She looks over at him, the smile growing much more genuine, “Plus, it’s just nicer that way, don’t you think? It’s good to see other people smile!”

“You’re missing the point though!” (Y/n)’s eyes fall to the bucket, watching the water fill it up, “I mean, you do so much for everyone else, isn’t there something that you want, (N/n)?”

She grins, amusement tickling her at his words, “I want to make this bathroom squeaky clean...?”

He snaps his fingers in front of her face, drawing her eyes to his unamused face, “Not what I meant.”

As he frowns at her, grumpy at her lack of answer, she decides to give him one.

“Well, I suppose there is one thing I want.”

His face brightens, “Yes, yes, that’s it!”

(Y/n)’s lips curve upward.

“I want you to pass on.”

He pauses.

Silence follows her words, so she turns back to her bucket, twisting the faucet off.

“Was that a threat...?”

“Wh-“ a laugh climbs up her throat, “No! Oh dear, no!”

She looks over at him, delighted, “No! I meant- like, peacefully, silly!”

Teasingly, she adds, “If I really wanted you gone, I’d just tattle to Teru-san about those curious hands of yours.”

She looks over, only catching a glimpse of the gentle look on his face, as it quickly shifts into horror, “(Y/n)!”

“Just poking fun!” She hastily waves away that dramatic flare of his, turning to her bucket to hide her reddening cheeks.

She got a firm grip on it, ready to jerk it up and out, hopefully avoiding the sloshing water.

Only to have to hands come to rest stop hers, stopping her in her tracks.

Her eyes came up to meet Hanako’s in the mirror.

“You want me to pass on?”

“Peacefully!” She firmly adds, holding his gaze with a determined sparkle in hers, “I want you to be happy, Hanako.”

She tilts her head back to look up at boy floating over her, “I mean, surely you don’t want to be here forever, do you?”

He blinks those big golden puppy dog eyes down at her, “I... don’t know...”

She smiles up at him nonetheless, “Well, I do. I know for sure that I don’t want you stuck in the same old stinky bathroom forever, especially not alone.”

In fear of getting too lost in those pretty eyes, she tears her own away to look down at the way his hands gently curl around her smaller ones.

“So, if you want to know what I want...”

She melts a little, telling him her desire proudly.

“I want to remain by your side and ensure you move on with ease one day.”

Her heart feels full as his hands squeeze hers lightly.

“You don’t have to do that...” he mutters, voice hardly even audible, “It could really be forever until I’m ready for that...”

“I know,” she chirps, closing her eyes, “But you asked me what I wanted!”

She looks up at him again, daringly.

“And if that’s the case, you better get real use to me, because I’ll wait forever if that’s what you need!”

It would be worth it then, just as it was worth it now to see the soft smile forming on his lips as he gazes down at her.

“We’ll see about that.”

She twists her hands around under his, turning them over to intertwine her fingers with his.

“Just you watch.”

[harringrovetrashrat]

(Y’all can thank @warheadache and the Keg Gang discord for this cracky, but honestly great, AU.)

“We’ve got some time before we need to meet with the team,” Valkyrie said, checking her watch.  They wandered through the nearly empty mall, only a few stragglers left behind.  The humans gave the Asgardians wide eyed stares, but ultimately left them alone.  Thor hummed, a warm smile on his face.

“We should get a treat,” he said, eyeing the ice cream parlor ahead of them.

“I’m not sharing with the rest of them,” Valkyrie said, crossing her arms.  “Besides, I doubt ice cream would make it through the time jump.”

“If it is good cream, we should at least attempt to bring enough to give to our friends,” he replied, pushing the door open.  The jingling of the bell drew Steve’s attention from where he was mopping the floor.  He groaned.

“Seriously?  We’re literally about to close,” he muttered, tossing the mop back in the bucket and wiping his hands on his apron.  “Ahoy matey--” Steve’s voice choked off as he turned and looked, face to face with two of the most gorgeous people he’d ever seen in his life.  The man was tall, like, taller than Hopper, and he was built like a fucking house.  His smile, however, was bright and warm.  Like a teddy bear who loved to give hugs.  Steve could barely tear his eyes away from the beard, the long hair done up in a bun, the man’s arms.  “Uh--” He stammered, face turning red.  This was too much.  He was already aware that he maybe kinda liked guys, maybe kinda wanted to hold Billy’s hand and suck his dick, but this guy was like a god.

“Hello, little Sailor Man!” The man boomed, his voice filling up the space with a joyous ring.  “Would you be so kind as to prepare us a pint of your finest cream?” There was a choking sound from the booth where Billy had set himself up, but Steve was unable to move, unable to even turn his head.

“And make it quick,” his friend said, her voice bored as she looked at her nails.  Steve was struck by the fact that her arms bulged from under her t-shirt, the way her baby hairs curled around her face.

“Kyrie,” the man scolded.  “Manners.”

“Okay,” she said, rolling her eyes.  “But if that puny little tech man makes one more jab--”

“Just--” Steve stammered, trying to get his tongue to work.  “Lemme just--” And he ran behind the counter, eyes darting for Robin.  He found her behind the counter, face red as she stared at the wall.  “Robin!” He hissed.  She looked at him and shook her head.  She mouthed ‘She’s too hot’ and didn’t make any move to get up.  Steve gave the two a strained smile, trying not to stare too blatantly.

Billy watched, hand clenching the vanilla cone he had ordered.  It cracked and shattered, ice cream bursting out and oozing down his hand.  He jerked, looking down at the ruined cone in shock.  With a frown and a grumble, he stomped up to the counter.  Steve’s beautiful brown eyes were locked on the man, and Billy was pretty sure he’d been red since the two had stepped foot in here.  It made his blood boil.  What did that guy have that he didn’t?  Height, he supposed, but Nancy had been short--

“What can I get for you?” Steve’s voice was pitched high, the way it went when he was nervous, and Billy scowled deeper.

“Ooh,” the woman said, pointing into the case.  “That one.  It has rum in the name.” The man gave a hearty chuckle and it sounded like the sun on the fields.  It made Billy’s heart sink.  The guy was not only hot, but seemed to be sunshine personified and Billy was, well, not.  So he did what he did best.

“Harrington,” he drawled, tossing the ruined cone into the trash as he walked up to the front, somehow grabbing Steve’s attention.  “You got any napkins?  Had a spill.” He smiled, holding up his hand.  Steve blinked and Billy couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help that he wanted Steve so badly, “Or should I just lick it up?” It got him a laugh from the two, and he shot them a disdainful look.  Neither seemed bothered by it.  The man seemed to think it was funny, but the woman… She looked all too knowing.  So he looked back at Steve, who was staring at Billy’s hand.  Before he could say anything more, Robin popped up, shoving a wet rag at him as she avoided eye contact.  Before she could retreat, Steve grabbed her arm.

“Rob, why don’t you get this lady her Rum Raisin.” She gave him a weak glare, but grabbed her scoop.  Billy wiped off his hand and went back to wipe the table, glaring daggers at the tall man.

“Sailor Steve,” the man said, all charming and handsome and Billy wanted to punch him so badly-- “What flavor would you recommend?”

“Well, you could-- Did you-- We do taste tests,” he babbled, like he did when he was worked up.  Billy clenched the rag tighter, making cloudy water drip onto the table.

“Fantastic!  I’ll try each one!” As Steve got to work grabbing tiny spoons handing each flavor over and watching the way he licked each drop of ice cream from the spoon, Robin attempted to fill a pint with Rum Raisin.  She scooped, glancing up to look at the woman, who was leaning against the glass, a wicked smile on her face.  Robin dropped the scoop on the floor, her brain screeching like a blue screen on a computer.

“Here,” Billy said, dropping the wet rag onto the counter with a slap.  Steve barely looked at him.  “Listen, Harrington,” he said, snapping his fingers to get the boy’s attention, ignoring the pit growing in his stomach.  Because this guy was-- Even Billy could barely look away from him.  Like, he was sculpted from fucking marble.  “I’m gonna head out--” That finally grabbed Steve’s attention.

“What?  I thought we were gonna hang out,” he said, handing over the final taste test as he side stepped Robin, who had gotten the pint half full.  The amount on the floor, however, was definitely bigger.  The woman was watching, a tiny taste test spoon in her mouth.  She swirled her tongue around it and Billy watched Robin drop yet another scoop of Rum Raisin.

“We can talk about it later,” Billy replied, sniffing and frowning.  “You got customers.” Steve blushed again, looking at the man.  He was pressed to the glass, face serious as he mumbled about which flavor to get.  Then Steve frowned.

“When has that made a diff--”

“I’ll talk to you later, Harrington,” Billy said, cutting him off.  There was a light flush on his scowling face and he shoved his hands in his pockets, turning to leave.

“Robin,” Steve said, ignoring her pleading look, “Can you help uh, help him too?  Just, gimme a minute--”

“You are not bailing on me, dingus,” she hissed, finally finishing off the pint.  She hadn’t looked away from the scoop.  The man clapped his hands together, the sound loud and echoing through the empty shop.

“Fine, just-- Billy!” He stopped, turning to look at Steve face blank.  “Just, please wait?  Please?” And Billy couldn’t tell those brown eyes no.  He couldn’t.  So he huffed and leaned against one of the tables, glowering in the tall, handsome man’s general direction.

“I have decided!” He boomed.  Steve looked back at the man, still unused to the genuine and wild excitement that poured off of him.  He flushed again, grabbing his scoop.  “One pint of the Mint Chocolate Chip, one Birthday Cake, and one USS Butterscotch, please.” Steve nodded, serving up the pints.  “Tell me, Sailor Steve,” he said, tone light, “Is it a joy to serve sweet cream to the people everyday?” Steve choked on his saliva a little bit.

“I mean, it’s better than nothing,” he replied, laughing weakly.  “Nothing like scooping ice cream to build up arm muscles.” Billy was very, very well aware of that.  The man laughed again, smile crinkling the corners of his eyes with mirth.

“Yes, good hard work develops them best.” He reached across the glass case easily enough, giving Steve’s bicep a good squeeze.  Billy jerked forward, eyes like fire as his mouth pinched.  He made one aborted movement forward, before slouching again, baring his teeth almost unconsciously.  Steve dropped the scoop of Birthday Cake, eyes wide as he stared at where the man’s hand was squeezing.  “Very good!” He said, smiling wide as he pulled back.  “You have a strong build, Sailor Steve.  The sweet cream has done wonders for you.” Billy thought maybe a run in with Hopper tonight might be worth it.  He clenched his fingers into his leather jacket, the fabric squeaking.

“You know,” Billy did not jump, he definitely heard Kyrie or whoever come up, “You could just tell the boy you like him.” Billy spluttered, turning red.

“What--!”

“It’ll be easier than whatever mating ritual you two are doing now.” She smiled, eyes calculating as she looked him over.  Billy wondered where Robin was, why she wasn’t distracting the woman so Billy could eavesdrop.

“We’re not doing a, a mating ritual,” he hissed.  “And fuck off, you don’t know anything about me.” The woman rolled her eyes.

“God, you’re so young,” she grumbled, mostly to herself.  Still, it made Billy prickle.

“That’ll be, uh, 13 dollars, even,” Steve said.  The man pulled out a crisp twenty and handed it to him.

“No change, Sailor Steve, thank you.”

“Sailor Steve, pfft,” Billy scoffed under his breath.  It was stupid and dumb and it made Steve blush.  Billy hated it.

“Kyrie!” The man said, turning around.  “Let us leave these young lovers to their night, no need to take up any extra time, ha?” He gave Billy a wink.  “Be good to Sailor Steve, my leather clad friend.”

“What?” Billy breathed, blood pumping through his ears as his face turned red.  Steve was gaping from behind the counter.  Robin was still unaccounted for.

“Farewell, Sailors!” He called, leading his friend out the door.  She shot Billy one last parting sly smile, before leaving the boys in a wake of confusion.

“Honestly,” Valkyrie said, unable to stop the giggle that escaped.  “The tension between those two.”

“It reminds me of my first love,” Thor recalled, pulling out the travel device.  Valkyrie looked back at the shop, watching as the two boys talked to each other, before the angry one pulled the other across the counter by his little red kerchief and kissed him.  The sweet, lanky one brought his hands up, cupping the other boy’s face.

When Robin came to, she was on the floor, melted ice cream all along her back and in her hair.  Above her, Steve was leaning across the counter, one leg hoisted up and perched, helping him lean farther.

“What the fuck,” she groaned.  Steve fell back, slipping in the melted ice cream, and he crashed into the wall.  Robin sat up, rubbing her head.  “You let me just fucking lay in this?”

“What?” Steve breathed, flushing all the way down to his chest.  She gave him a weird look.

“You let me just lay around in melted ice cream-- Oh my god!” She sprung up, eyes darting around the shop.  “Did you finish the--” She paused when her eyes landed on Billy, who was suspiciously red lipped and looking anywhere but her.  “Who the fuck were those people,” she whispered.  It brought Steve out of whatever thing he was in.

“I have no idea, but they were weird.”

“Can’t complain too much,” Billy sniffed, shooting Steve a disgustingly warm and sweet look.  Robin rolled her eyes, but stopped when she saw Steve returning it.  And not when Billy had his back turned this time.

“Okay,” she said, drawing the word out.  “You’re cleaning this up and then telling me what happened.”

“Why were you even down there?” Steve asked, grabbing the mop with no complaint.  Robin turned red and looked away, pursing her lips.  She mumbled incoherently.  “What?”

“She licked the spoon and I fainted, okay?!” She snapped.  “She was just, fuck, she was just so hot--”

Billy watched the two bicker and smiled, kinda glad two weirdos came in and turned their night upside down.