#'dustpan' and 'broomstick' are not

[clone-wars-retteyo-au]

Me making clone trooper OCs: You guys are gonna have the dumbest names :)

[soundsofelise]

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[day-by-day-tobiaspuppich]

[hoonven]

THE PREMONITION OF LOVE ⸺ RIKI NISHIMURA

genres! fluff, implied enemies to lovers, soul mate au, bad boy x good girl, high school au

word count! 2323

warnings! minor profanity, mention of underwear but nothing weird I promise

synopsis! in which you once again find yourself in detention with the school’s most notorious bad boy and things soon take a turn for the worst… or maybe not

link! pt. 1 (koi no yokan)

author’s note! I rewrote this a couple times and I’m pretty satisfied with this version so I hope the ppl who asked for pt. 2 aren’t disappointed 😭🙏🏽

“I can’t believe I’m in trouble again because of you,” you fumed, harshly sweeping the broom across the hardwood floor of the classroom, minuscules of dust particles flying into the dustpan as Niki held it in place for you.

The rangy boy rotates his eyes at your dramatics, “Don’t blame me for your violent tendencies, you lowlife criminal.��

You halt your actions upon hearing his choice of words; the same insult you used against him a few weeks ago in this very room, since then the boy had been relentlessly teasing you throughout the days, eventually sending you into a fit of rage, causing you to hurl a newly sharpened pencil his way, but of course, the agile troublemaker was able to swiftly dodge your attack, ultimately leading to the yellow-coated stick of graphite to strike another student.

You weren’t sure of Niki’s reason for being here but due to his reputation of being a devil-child, you weren’t surprised to see him serving after-school detention.

Your eye twitched in irritation at his smug expression, clearly proud of himself for always being able to get a reaction out of you, he seemed to find solace in getting under your skin.

You kiss your teeth in annoyance before going back to cleaning just as the principal had ordered, “Whatever. Let’s just get through this detention and never speak to each other again.”

Niki smirks at your proposition, finding it bodacious how you habitually attempted to boss him around despite his notorious reputation for being formidable, it’s what made you incontrovertibly interesting, why he was so drawn to you despite the fact you were two worlds apart.

He knows he shouldn’t, people like you and him don’t associate with each other, but he can’t help himself, it’s as though a cosmic force lives inside you and it’s pulling him in against his will—albeit he doesn’t particularly find himself resisting in the first place.

“No thanks, I’m good,” he simpered, looking pleased with himself.

His artificial smile leaves you breathing fire as you drop the broomstick with a huff, narrowed eyes glowing with malevolence, “And why not?”

“Hmm…” Niki furrows his eyebrows comically, eyes darting around the room while pursing his lips, pretending to ponder your question before responding, “Because I don’t want to.”

“Besides you should be glad I’m here to help, Miss President,” he continues, “this is a pretty big classroom. How is your little self supposed to take on this big mess all by yourself?”

“And what about these desks?” He walks over to one of the desks, gliding his slender fingers over the wooden surface before gripping the sides. “Won’t you need a big strong man to carry them for you?” He continues his condescending act with a sneer.

In one swift movement, the bottom of your shoe meets the edge of the desk in a vigorous kick, the piece of furniture slamming into his knees, causing the boy to hunch over in pain, hands rubbing them to soothe the twinge.

“Don’t patronize me, Nishimura,” you seethe.

He glares at you in return, regaining his composure. “Do you always have to be so stuck up?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You first,” he shoots back.

The animosity in the room thickens with each passing second you and Niki shoot daggers into each other's eyes, neither of you willing to let up.

Until you hear a faint click of the door, a sudden sense of impending doom settles in your gut, and Niki seems to share the same intuition as your eyes widen, both of you frantically rushing towards the door.

You reach for the knob and it’s just as you dreaded; it’s jammed, the elderly janitor on the other side is oblivious to the muffled banging and shouting behind the door, happily whistling along to “Secret Garden” by IU as he continues to prance his way down the halls.

“Hey! We’re still in here!”

“Open the fucking door, you prick!”

As unlikely as it seemed—maybe not that unlikely, it was you who made the latter statement causing Niki to raise an eyebrow at you with a tilt of his head, “I thought I was supposed to be the bad one here.”

“Shut up, Nishimura,” you grumble, kicking his shin, but Niki won't take that from you a second time.

He takes advantage of his strength to grab your wrists, pinning them against the wall on either side of your head, and even in his angry outburst he reminds himself he's still a man, careful not to use his full vigor on you, after all his goal wasn't to scare you, but to assert his dominance.

“Are you done?” he interrogates, his usual mischievous and playful aura now replaced with sternness.

You attempt to break free from his restricting hands before giving in to the thought of having to answer to him but it was of no avail, his grasp like iron.

“Answer me,” he demands, jaw clenching at your silence.

You roll your eyes still not meeting his harsh gaze, “Yes, now can you let me go?”

Niki might have granted your wish had you asked politely, but it was clear he wasn't satisfied with your tone of voice, his hold on your wrists staying firm, and he decided to command something he knew you'd hate, “Say please.”

You scoff as you finally meet his eyes, opening your mouth to retort but the grim expression on his face makes you decide otherwise, You swallow your pride and it feels like acid down your throat, “Please.”

And just like that, he’s back to his usual abysmal self, a smug smirk plastered on his peachy-pink lips whilst he realises you, petting your head as a form of damage control which surprisingly seemed to work because you make no move to swat his hand away, although you still curse him under your breath.

Almost an hour passed with occasional bickering from you and Niki as you continued cleaning the classroom followed by small gaps of comfortable silence until you finally completed the task, allowing yourselves to rest.

You don’t comment on the fact he chooses to sit right behind you once again, assuming he’s only doing it to annoy you.

“I wonder what time it is, it looks like it’s getting kinda late.” You say, gazing out the window at the dusk sky, the sun beginning to set below the horizon painting the vast atmosphere in a calming blue fading into a deep golden decorated with white clouds.

“Just go to sleep, they’ll find us in the morning,” he remarks, before using his forearms as a cushion for putting his head down on the desk.

You nod in agreement, chin resting in the palm of your hand, eyelids heavy as you feel yourself drifting off into dreamland.

Wait.

Your eyes widen in realization, quickly whipping around to face the sleeping boy, roughly grabbing onto his arm and jolting him awake, “It’s Friday!”

The irritated scowl on his face dissipates at your initial action when he registers your words, his expression now mocking your own, “Oh shit.”

You cross your arms over your chest, tapping a foot impatiently, “Geez, Nishimura. What happened to your tough-guy act earlier? You can’t even open a goddam window.”

For the past ten minutes, the poor boy had been struggling to open the classroom window and your nagging certainly wasn’t helping his frustrated state, he ceased his movements with a heavy sigh, eyeing you from his peripheral vision, “Should we use your head instead? I bet it’s as hard as a rock, we could bust this thing open in no time,” he responds, tapping the knuckle of his middle finger against the cold glass.

You refrain from smacking the back of his head, “Just get out of my way, you imbecile.” You retort, shoving him backward with your shoulder as you step forward, upon further inspection of the framed translucent aperture you find an aluminum screw lock, with a roll of your eyes you twist it, removing the small object from the tracks and opening the window.

You turn back to the boy standing behind you, knee slightly bent as a hand rests on your hip, a proud smirk donning your lips, “Shouldn't you show me a little gratitude, Nishimura?”

Niki remained poker-faced, grumbling out a “Thanks” and stepped onto the window sill in a crouched position, jumping off in a fleet-footed method.

“Holy shit,” you lean your upper body out the window, palms resting on the sill, checking if the gremlin was still alive after his reckless act.

You breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of him staring up at the window, “What are you? An old lady? Hurry up.”

You zeroed in on the height with a thick gulp, a sensation of vertigo beginning to linger and it only grows more intense the longer you look down, “It's fine, don't wait for me.”

Niki sighed and gestured up at the pale moon contrasting the navy blue sky, “It's dark out. I can't let you walk home by yourself, it's not safe.”

If it wasn't for your loss of equilibrium, you might have been appreciative of his solicitude, howbeit in this predicament you can't seem to focus on anything else.

He stays silent for a moment, taking in your expression, and then it dawns on him, you have a fear of heights.

Instead of teasing you like you fully expected he would, he opts for a more sympathetic approach, “Just look at me, ok? Don't focus on what’s scaring you.”

You scoff, “I'm not scared, what the hell are you talking about? I'm just waiting for you to move out of my way.”

The boy sighs in vexation at your stubbornness, doing his best to maintain his benevolent tactic, “I’ll catch you, just jump and I'll handle the rest.”

You bite at your bottom lip, an obvious sign of your timorous feelings, and Niki implores you further, “Look, I know we aren't exactly the nicest to each other but that doesn't mean I'm out to hurt you.”

Your eyes surveyed him, having an internal battle with yourself about whether you should have faith in the brown-haired boy or not.

“It's ok, you can trust me,” he coaxed.

“Fine.” You huff, stepping on the window sill in a crouched position. “Just don't look under my skirt.”

Niki only responds with a shrug which slightly concerns you but you decide to ignore it for the time being, you take a deep breath, scanning the distance between you and the ground once more.

“Hey, what'd I say?” He reminds you gently, “only look at me.”

And you do, forcing your eyes away from the patterned concrete and only keeping your sights on him, you let yourself fall, your body feeling weightless in mid-air as you wait for his arms to catch you, and they do.

His arms circle tightly around your midriff, and your arms wrap around his neck in return, the tips of your shoes just barely hovering above the ground, his foot slightly lifting causing him to stumble backward a bit but thankfully he's able to balance himself, adrenaline coursing through both your veins as you let out chuckles of relief, gaping at each other.

Your breathing evens after a couple of seconds but Niki still hasn't let you out of his embrace, the novelty of the situation creating a stark contrast to your usual deep-seated aversion towards each other with the way your gazes soften subsequent to your eyes locking.

He'd never looked at you like this before and you aforementioned him, this tension was different, even from the tensity a few weeks ago when you landed right on top of him, you fixated on the windows to his soul, their deep brown seemed more balmy now, like a cool summer night when the weather wasn't too hot and not too cold, just pleasantly warm.

You suddenly thought of a phrase your grandmother would often say, mostly when talking about how she met your grandfather; koi no yokan.

“What’s that?” your eight-year-old self asked, eyes gleaming in curiosity.

Her lips curl in a tender smile, “It's the premonition of love. You'll feel it one day when you meet your soulmate, you won't love them right away but something in your heart will tell you that’s the person you're supposed to love for the rest of your life.”

You snap out of your reverie when Niki sets you down, patting your shoulder, “Next time I'll have to push you out.”

You roughly place your hand on his shoulder as a counter, “I’ll take you down with me, Nishimura.”

He chuckles and ruffles your hair, “Whatever, nerd. Let's go, I still gotta get you home safe.”

“And I gotta make sure you can read the street signs,” you quip as you begin walking alongside him.

Niki gives you a light shove on the shoulder which you return, and he shoves you again only this time the pad of his index finger meets your forehead causing you to nearly fall over but he's quick to clutch your upper arm, ceasing your fall, and you both laugh.

Even so, you can't help but psychologize your peculiar relationship with the boy, Riki Nishimura was the most beautiful, complicated thing. He was the genesis of your ire and ataraxy, he made you laugh when you didn’t want to, and he made you emotional even though you were well-known for your stoicism, you wanted to punch him and at the same time you wanted to understand him, you hated being around him but your heart skipped a beat whenever he got too close, he was your paradox.

Riki Nishimura was your koi no yokan and as he walked you home that night, you were both blissfully unaware of the Red thread of fate that interweaved your souls together for an eternity, tied around your pinkies in adamantine knots.

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[dawn-cafe]

Modern AU meet-cute series

A/N: I didn't have to include a moodboard with this but I felt like being extra.  Also... this was meant to be just a headcanon list but here's a whole ficlet, I guess! Can’t decide if I’m gonna finish Childe’s or Diluc’s after this, so inputs are welcome. Requests are open, rules are here! -Hal

Prompt: meet-cute

Content includes: Part 1 of Modern AU meet-cute series. model!kaeya, semi-ooc kaeya i think, florist!reader

Pairing: kaeya x gn!reader

Kaeya: he's a model who's escaping the paparazzi and you're closing up your flower shop

Kaeya's a pretty big-name model in Mondstadt.

He's been featured in Fontaine Fashion Week for the past 2 years and has modeled for every season for Favonius & Co.'s works.

With such popularity, you'd think he'd have some sort of body guard to keep him away from the prying eyes of Teyvat Pop News.

But no, he's a pretty stubborn guy and Jean, his manager, never fails to give him a piece of her mind every time.

He finds himself escaping from a few paparazzi as he's walking home from the mall, so he detours and tries to find a place to rest after he think he's lost them.

Kaeya then spots the lights on inside a little flower shop and thinks, "Oh, thank god."

You're closing up your little flower shop, sweeping the floor of any fallen leaves and flower petals you've cut up for the day. Normally, you'd keep the shop running til evening, but something felt off and you couldn't place what it was. So it's only late afternoon, yet the shop sign has been flipped to 'CLOSED' and you're packing up hours before closing time. There's faint music coming from the back room and you're humming along to the tune when the serenity gets cut off by something knocking on glass. You jump in surprise, looking behind you to see someone by the porch. By the looks of it, they were out of breath from running.

Setting aside your cleaning equipment, you walk up to the door to see a blue-haired guy, dressed in similar-colored clothing, hands on his knees as he pants. He looks up at you with starry blue eyes and blows his bangs away. You think he looks familiar, and that he's breathtaking even when he looks frazzled.

The chimes ring as you open the door a crack. "Hey, sorry..." you start, "but we're closed for the day." you tell him halfheartedly.

Kaeya stands up and you see he's taller than you expected. He leans back and looks to the side past the road, and blue eyes meet yours in desperation. "Sorry, I'm trying to get away from... a few people." His head tilts to the side, puts on the best puppy-dog eyes he can muster, and clasps his hands together. "Can I come in and stay for a while?" he pleads.

It's bizarre, you think, that someone could look so innocently cute yet dangerously handsome at the same time. At first, your instinct is to open your mouth and agree to help him. Of course, if this was a bad situation and you're the only refuge he could find, who were you to deny him? Though there's also the possibility that this could be a really bad scheme, and he'll rob you as soon as you let him in. He looks too dashing to do such a thing, but you can never be too sure... but also do robbers even wear designer clothes like he does?

He senses the hesitation in the way you don't immediately respond. "I-It's nothing dangerous, I swear!" Kaeya's slim hands are held up in front of him in defense before he runs it through his deep blue locks. The cool afternoon breeze sweeps his cologne to your direction. He smells of mint, of fresh summer air and freedom. "The paparazzi won't get off my back and I could really use the help," He explains briefly.

At the mention of paparazzi, it makes so much more sense. You still don't remember where you've seen him, but he sure fits the role of some celebrity by the way he dresses and carries himself. That... and his face looks really attractive. He's still smiling at you with just the tiniest bit of desperation creeping in his voice when he talks. All caution goes out the window as you open the door wider. There's still no one behind him, but you usher him inside your little shop. "Alright, but if they start bombarding my business, that's on you." you warn him playfully.

The breath he's holding escapes as he exhales in relief. "You're an angel," He beams at you with the brightest of smiles.

The door closes and is locked once again, and you go around the shop to close the blinds just a little. Kaeya breathes in. He's not the first stranger to walk in your shop, but it sure feels a little awkward as if you're being judged. "Do all flower shops smell this good, or is it just yours?" he asks coyly, taking in the array of flowers and plants on display. The playful roll of your eyes and your retort of "Do you ask this to all florists, or is it just me?" make him laugh, with his eyes crinkling at the corners and a hand over his chest.

He follows you around, assisting you in closing up, and you don't miss the way he wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead most likely due to his escapade. "It's better this way," you say, pulling a string to close a set of blinds, "at least they won't see you." With the last of the blinds shut, you turn to your pseudo-customer and ask, "Would you like some water?"

"Please." the embarrassment shows on his face.

You disappear in the back room for a bit, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. When you emerge to the front of the shop, you find Kaeya seated on a barstool next to the counter, idly thumbing the calla lilies on display next to the cash register. The beginning of the day's sunset peeks through the slats of the blinds, capturing him like a painting. It's peaceful, ethereal, and you almost want to pull out your phone and take a quick photo to immortalize what you see. It doesn't help that some love song starts playing on the shop's speakers. The spell is broken when he catches you looking, and he looks at you with an easygoing smile.

Clearing your throat, you step forwards and place the bottle of water in front of him. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and if he notices you were staring, he doesn't comment on it. "Here." You place the bottle in front of him and he takes it eagerly. "Thank you." Kaeya bows his head graciously.

Picking up where you left off, you hold the broomstick and dustpan and start cleaning the floors again. "So um... you're gonna have to forgive me," you sheepishly smile at him, "but why are you being chased by the paps?"

As fate would have it, the magazine rack next to the counter has several magazines including a copy of last month's Mondstadt Fashion. And he recognizes himself on the cover, wearing a few of Favonius & Co.'s Spring Collection pieces. Kaeya picks up the magazine and places it on the counter, which you peer at curiously. The double-take you do makes him laugh again, watching you look at the cover, then to him in front of you, and back at the cover.

"Oh," you murmur as the realization dawns on you. "you're a model."

You don't dwell much on celebrity gossip so you don't really recognize most of them at first glance. But no wonder he seemed familiar, you'd seen him in a couple of magazines both in your store and in news sites. If paparazzi were chasing him, he must be a huge hit with the general public.

For Kaeya, however, he shrugs like it's no big deal. "Specifically, Teyvat's hottest model and top bachelor of 2021." he says as he closes the water bottle cap. "According to Mond Fashion." he adds with a cheeky wink. You scrunch up your nose impishly. "Still though, having paparazzi invade your privacy and all." you shake your head to the floor mostly, still occupied with cleaning the remaining dirt. "Glad I could be of use somewhat." you tell him.

“Kaeya.” he holds out his hand in a formal handshake.

You give him your name and grasp his hand; it’s soft, like the smile that never leaves his face

Kaeya offers to help around with your closing routine, but you stop him before he could pick up the broom again. It feels wrong having someone else do your tasks even though it's offered in good faith (and after all, he wanted to repay you for taking him in past your closing time). So you settle with having him arrange your excess daisies in a basket for tomorrow's bouquet orders. It's pretty easy work that he couldn't mess up, so you leave him at it while you clean out your floral buckets. Still, you try to speed through your routine and leisurely chat with him, thinking he must be bored with his task. 

What hobbies do celebrities even have?, you wonder. Surely it can't be chatting up some florist and counting flowers.

"Do I look pretty?" he asks abruptly. And when your eyes land on him, your breath gets caught in your throat.

Kaeya looks different. In fashion magazines he's featured in, he's always prim and proper, composed. It's not to say he's stiff, because he definitely carries that confidence wherever he goes. But to be dressed and told to act, smile, and pose a certain way; it can look... artificial. But here, sitting on a barstool with a few daisies in his hair; here with his blue jacket draped across his lap, a loose white shirt and hands full of flowers. Here, where instead of studio lights, it's just the soft lights overhead on your small store. And here, where instead of cameras taking shots upon shots of his face, it's just you in your apron that he focuses on.

"Breathtakingly so." You smile.

By the end of the day, he has a whole flower crown on his head and you wonder why blue's related to sadness when it's brought you joy when you least expect it. 

[kirislut]

cleaning with you

a/n: i cleaned the house yesterday and couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like is sakusa was helping hehe, also i’ll be honest i based y/n’s personality off of me oops, and sakusa is a little bit out of character? he’s just more softer that’s all oops and special thanks to @icejins and @peach-pops for looking this over hehe. sakusa maid art here

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none!

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the ring of the doorbell had you running downstairs. when you got to the door you stood there for a moment; you were not expecting anyone so who could it be? you unlocked the door and pulled it back just enough so you could peek through first. you were surprised to see who was on the other side. “sakusa?”

you swung the door open to see the black, curly-haired male at your doorstep. “what are you doing here?”. sakusa gave you a blank stare as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as to why he was there. “i’m here to help.”

“help with what?” again, you received the same stare. “with cleaning.” sakusa stepped past you and headed inside. as he took off his shoes and put on the house slippers, you shut the door and locked it, though you were still confused. “how did you know i was going to be cleaning?”

“atsumu told me. since you couldn’t hang out with us, i figured i might as well still visit and help.” the male stood up and faced you, his white mask hiding the faint blush on his cheeks. he still couldn’t believe he decided to go over to your house, by himself. when no one else was there as well, not even your parents. he was nervous, it was his first time being alone at your house. “you’re not trying to get into my pants are you?”

“WHAT NO!!” sakusa whipped around to face you, his eyebrows knitted together in shock and slight disgust. he would never do something like that, and if anything, he was kinda excited to clean. there was something grossly satisfying to it. you just laughed at his reaction, “ok ok, don’t make it sound that bad. don’t knock it till you try it.” you finished your statement with a wink, making the male blush behind his mask.

sadly for you, you couldn’t see it because of his mask, but you assumed he was flustered from what of his face you did see. you decided not to comment on it and led him into the house, “are you really ok with helping me clean?” sakusa hummed in acceptance. usually, you’d try to refuse, but you knew it would just be a losing battle.

“if you could put the dishes away and load the dishwasher, that would be really helpful.” sakusa nodded and headed to the kitchen as you would over to your speaker. you plugged your phone in and started to play some music. you grabbed the broom and began to sweep up the dog hair and whatever else was on the floor. sakusa went to the kitchen and started to unload the dishwasher, putting the clean dishes away. he made sure to put on the rubber gloves on the counter before, to be clean, of course.

you hummed along to the music, swaying with the broomstick as you swept up everything. one of your favorite songs came on which caused you to gasp. you pulled the broom close to you then started to dance around the floor with it. sakusa heard the commotion and glanced over, seeing you gliding around with the broom and singing as well. he couldn’t help but smile just slightly. it was just a little bit cute.

you caught sakusa’s stare and grinned at him, “wanna dance with me instead?” his eyes widened from the surprise of being caught, he quickly looked down back at the dishes. you just chuckled and went back to sweeping, grabbing the dustpan, and collecting all the hair and such. you dumped it into the trash then grabbed a bucket and mop to start mopping.

sakusa finally finished up putting everything away and loading the dishwasher. he pulled the gloves off, washed his hands, then decided to take off his mask as well. he felt comfortable enough to have it off now, the place was currently being cleaned anyways. “what else could i do?”

“you already helped enough sakusa! i just need to do one more thing after this, then i’ll be done.” sakusa pouted his lips out, squinting at you since he guessed you purposely didn’t say what you needed to do so that he couldn’t do it. he glanced around the space, trying to figure out what else needed to be done. everything looked neat and put away. he guessed you already did a lot before he came over.

on a closer look he saw some dust collecting, he guessed it was the last thing that needed to be done. sakusa looked around for a duster, and after finding one under the kitchen sink he went to work dusting. you spotted him dusting and pouted since he figured it out, “sakusaaaaaaa, please you’ve already done so much i feel bad.” the whine just made the male shake his head. he didn’t bother to turn around so he didn’t see you approaching him.

you leaned up to him and pressed a swift kiss to his cheek, catching sakusa completely off guard. he turned to you, a bright blush staining his cheeks as he stared down at you in shock. so while he was distracted you snatched the duster out from his hands and dashed off, “(l/n)!”

sakusa crossed his arms over his chest as he just glared at you, not wanting to chase down after you. “come on (l/n), just cut to the chase and give the duster back.” you once again pouted, hoping to be able to have a little bit of fun with him. “i still feel bad about having you do so much, let me treat you to some snacks after,” sakusa tapped his elbow as he thought it over.

“fine, now give it back,” you walked over and handed the duster back, then finally went back to mopping. you both finished up a little while later and left to head to the nearby convenience store. when you walked you immediately grabbed sakusa’s hand and dragged him off to the ice cream section. for what felt like the millionth time that day, you had sakusa blushing again. especially since you didn’t let go until you went to grab the ice cream and you wanted.

when sakusa picked out his, you paid for them both then started to walk back to your house. you walked together in happy silence, eating your frozen snacks, “thanks again, i really appreciate it kiyoomi.” sakusa glanced at you, surprised to hear you say his first name. however, he couldn’t help but smile when you said, “it’s fine (y/n).”

just like sakusa, you smiled at the mention of your first name. “really? maybe i should hire you as my maid then~” sakusa rolled his eyes at the suggestion, “no because you’d only pay me with snacks.” you laughed at his rebuttal because he was kinda right, it sounded like something you would do.

“but if you need help cleaning again i wouldn’t mind really, it’s fun cleaning with you.” he glanced over at you, glad to see you were smiling and blushing from his compliment. he was glad to not be the only flustered one. “well i guess i’ll be looking forward to cleaning from now on,” you grinned at the idea. from now on it wouldn’t be a chore. instead, it was something fun and enjoyable for you and the boy you were interested in.

[dadsbongos]

and another continuation of hajime x antag reader pls? more scenarios of them slowly becoming friends

realized last night that this series has just been the enemies to friends trope and that was a lot to take in

Request for: Hajime Hinata Warnings: self-harm (hair-pulling) like right off the bat, more skin graft stuff but it’s just scars and stitches and they’re barely mentioned ~~~

“God- fuck- dammit…” (Y/n) groaned, tugging at a lock of hair in the midst of her frustration until a hand came to hers, removing it from her hair and settling it at her side.

“Hey, we talked about that,” Hajime stepped forward to inspect the damage of the dropped plate, “Damn, I’ll get the broom. Get some shoes on or something so you don’t get shards in your feet.”

Nodding glumly, (Y/n) moved to get on her shoes and by the time she returned, Hajime was already sweeping up her mess. Her mistake. Because, of course, he was. He was Izuru Kamukura. He was incredible and (Y/n), as she had caught Mikan murmuring to Hajime the other night, was sick. Her world had already fallen into unfamiliarity, but it was nice that Hajime didn’t show any annoyance in how she latched onto him.

That was good, right?

Or maybe he still hated her and just didn’t say anything. That was probably closer to the truth. Who would want to be friends with someone like her? Or more specifically, with her at all?

“Alright, that’s probably good, we should tell the others just in case,” Hajime dumped out the shattered remnants of the plate before clicking the dustpan back into place on the broomstick.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) kept her gaze on her feet, lips pursed, “I’m sorry…”

Hearing those two words from her mouth was new. She’d never really apologized for anything. It was just generally accepted that eventually, she would say it once she felt well enough to do so.

But now, now was not that time. She wasn’t anywhere near ready. Just the other day she almost cried when Fuyuhiko and Sonia saw her trip in the hallway. She still wasn’t used to the idea of people not hating her for making mistakes.

“They hate me… they think they’re better than me…” her ramblings were manic when she made the slightest mistake, “I’m a failure… I’m a failure…”

It hurt to watch her like this. Thinking she was absolute scum for something as simple as stuttering her words.

“It’s alright, it was an accident,” he shook his head, turning her around by the shoulder and walking with her towards the den, “Nobody’s going to hate you for an accident.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I make mistakes all the time, nobody hates me.”

“But you’re Izuru Kamukura, you don’t make mistakes…”

“I’m just Hajime Hinata. A reserve course student.”

~~

“They all hate me…”

“None of them hate you. They forgive you. We all have.”

“I haven’t even apologized yet…”

“You can when you’re ready, which doesn't have to be now if you changed your mind.”

Shaking her head, (Y/n) took Hajime’s hand in hers, shaking from the full force of her nerves, “No… I still want to do it…”

“You’re sure?” he took the doorknob to the kitchen in his hand, “I’ll be right there.”

“I’m sure.”

With no more moments to spare, Hajime pushed the door open and walked in with (Y/n). Her fingers scrambled for the bandage covering her thigh as eyes flitted to her figure briefly, she looked down before clearing her throat to catch her peers’ attention.

Everyone in the room turned to her and Hajime, the boy grinned with a small pat on (Y/n)’s back, “This one wants to say something.”

“I…” her throat went dry and her legs began to shake, “I’m sorry. For everything. I was awful to all of you in the Neoworld Program and I shouldn’t have been. I want to make it up to you all… from the bottom of my heart,” her eyes watered, hot shame and guilt whittling at her heart, “I’m so sorry.”

The first person to step up was Mikan, in an oddly confident manner, she placed her shaky hands on (Y/n)’s shoulders before pulling her into a tight hug. She was cold and smelled like lavender and vanilla. Her voice shyly peeked out in the midst of their embrace, “We don’t hold it against you…”

A dam breaking was quite disastrous.

Letting out all the sorrowed wails you’d ever held back since waking from a technical coma was therapeutic. 

She held Mikan as she cried, pulling the nurse closer as Sonia and Ibuki stepped up as well before joining the hug. Hiyoko was the last hold out of the class before stumbling her way into the group hug with fat tears dripping from her reddened cheeks.

Hajime stood off to the side with a smaller, more serene smile on his face. He watched as everyone hugged and he watched as they pulled back. As Nekomaru clapped (Y/n)’s back and lifted her up and onto his shoulders. As Mahiru took pictures of the crowd for memories. As Fuyuhiko and Akane merely nodded along, not wanting to express how deeply they felt for the girl.

More importantly, he watched as (Y/n) grew comfortable in her own skin again. Literally and metaphorically. He was glad she apologized, it was a step in the right direction.

And he knew he’d help her take those steps all over again when Nagito woke up and when they left the island and when they officially joined the Future Foundation.

~~

“Hajime! Hajime!” 

“Hmm?”

“Look!”

He lifted his head from the book, eyebrows lifting at the sight before him. He closed the book and placed it to the side before standing and coming in front of the girl, he smiled, “Mikan took the stitches out, huh?”

(Y/n) nodded, gently bringing her fingers over the scarred patches on her face, “Can you notice?”

“Just from the scars,” he shrugged before patting her shoulder, “But I’m certain those will heal up nicely soon. Maybe some scarring but you probably won’t be able to tell anything major happened by the time they’ve healed.”

Her eyes widened, “You think so?”

“I do, you should ask Mikan about it, though,” he moved to sit back down and return to his book, “Have you eaten yet?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you?”

She huffed, turning around towards the kitchen, “Jackass. I’ll be fine without a little breakfast for the day.”

“You’d be complaining in an hour and you know it!”

~~

“I don’t know, man, all I can remember is having to climb over some Bob wire…”

All heads, even those who weren’t originally listening, snapped over to Kazuichi instantaneously after the words flew from his mouth.

“Did…” Hajime narrowed his eyes at the mechanic, “did you just say Bob wire? As in Robert? You think it’s called Robert wire?”

“I mean…” Kazuichi shrugged, “yeah? What else would it be called?”

Scoffing, the brunette put down his glass, “Barb wire.”

“As in- “ (Y/n)’s brows furrowed, “As in Barbara wire?”

“Duh, what else would it be?”

“Barbed!” (Y/n) shouted at the boys, “Barbed wire! It has barbs!”

“Robert wire and Barbara wire,” Fuyuhiko mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee, “Fucking idiots.”

“Oh my God,” Hajime put his head in his hands, embarrassment washing over his body, “I can’t believe I just said Barbara wire.”

“To be fair, you also didn’t know what an octagon was…”

“I remember, (Y/n)!”

He also remembered a time where this conversation wouldn’t have been possible - and he’s glad that time no longer exists.

He’s glad (Y/n), Ultimate Copycat - Remnant of Despair - Junko’s Puppet, became his friend.

[wakeupcunningham]

song based starters ( accepting ! ) ft. @gareththegreat i will survive - gloria gaynor

irritation ate at the cheerleader as she emptied the contents of the dustpan into the trash bin outside of the classroom she'd been working at cleaning. chrissy cunningham didn't get detention, but one instance of atypical rudeness aimed at her chemistry teacher plucked the blonde from practice, dropping her down into dirty classrooms she would have to sweep up for two h o u r s. her only solace had been the music coming from one of the classrooms ( not a surprise, she knew of a few teachers who'd stay after school )

chrissy couldn't help but nod along to the bouncy beat, her lips moving along with the lyrics. focusing on the melody as she moved about the room, her sweeping motions morphed into something resembling choreography. using the broomstick as a mock mic stand, she aimed her dramatic lip synching to the empty desk in front of her. it wasn't until she spun around, broom out in a flourish, that she saw gareth standing in the doorway. a bright red hue tinted her cheeks, bringing heat along with them. she almost didn't want to ask.. but she had to,

❝ how long have you been standing there? ❞

[upthewitchypunx]

My broom seems to have disappeared. It was a beautiful handmade broom I purchased 12 years ago with multi-colored broomcorn. It has lost 1/4 of its bristles on one side and I was literally talking to it when I was sweeping outside the other day asking if it was at the end of its life or if I should have it re-built. Like, I had it sitting across my shoulders and my hands draped over the broomstick at the end of a false spring day we took advantage of to work in the yard and I was admiring our work. I had swept up the sidewalk in the back and distinctly remember bringing in the broom and dustpan, but then again, maybe I didn’t?

Maybe the broom didn’t want to get fixed? So it made itself catch the eye of whatever rando in the neighborhood walked off with it? Maybe it is in the house somewhere and I’ll find it in a strange corner of the basement?

Either way, the mystery of the house broom seems like I just need a new broom? Then my stimulus check (card?) came yesterday so maybe I’ll just purchase a new one from the same crafts person?

[gliyerabaa]

au where instead of enchanting a broomstick to fly elphaba enchants a dustpan to fly. she just has to awkwardly crouch on it or hold it with her hands and hang down from it.

LMAO THIS IS FUNNY

like I just imagine she meant to enchant the broom but like missed by a hair and hit the dustpan

this has the same energy as this one comic I saw of a witch riding a roomba

[keiyoomi]

man-made flood.

⤜ details: m. atsumu × filo!reader; 573+ words; fluff

⤜ warnings! : usage of swear word (1).

⤜ note: i had fun writing this one. i was actually planning to write a 'samu drabble, but i might be 'swooning' over 'tsumu tonight. yep, there's more.

⤜ fun-fact: i flooded our house before. anyway, walis tingting is basically a broomstick minus the stick or is it called broomstick because it’s made up of. . . sticks? although some houses prefer ones with the long stick. because honestly, using that one without the stick will cause terrible backpain if you're not used to it.

⤜ now playing: perfect day by holley maher

⤜ masterlist

Miya Atsumu is loved by your entire family. His dry humor and epic reactions charmed your family. His eagerness to try and try and try new things earned your uncles and aunties approval. But looking at the current situation of your first floor, you know things are about to change.

Atsumu paled as he stares at you, horrified. "I-I forgot to remove the rug from the top of the drainage cover when I filled the pail with water last night," he explained while scooping the water outside the bathroom using the dustpan. "We're lucky they weren't around last night, or else. . ." Shivers run down his spine. "I don't even know what they're going to do with me," he added exaggeratedly.

"Don't worry," you told him as you walk towards the corner where the walis tingting is placed. You took off your slippers before returning to your fiance's side. "I've done it a couple of times before and they still love me."

"Because they don't have a choice!" he responded almost instantly earning a slap on his arm from you. "Ow! If they have a choice, they'll kick you out. Just like what they're about to do with me." You pursed your lips to supress the smile from him. He's overthinking again. . . but he's not entirely wrong though.

You caught him staring at you as you began to sweep the water towards the main door. "What?" you asked, standing up while stretching your back. "Ugh, it's been awhile since I've crouched down like that," you commented before continuing what you're doing.

You were busy sweeping the water that you didn't even noticed the playful smirk he was sporting. 'It's been while since you've crouched down like that, huh?' he thought before scooping another batch of water from the floor. "Ah, I don't mind doing this all day as long as I'd get a reward by the end of the day."

Your eyes widened as you stare at him in disbelief. "Atsumu!" you scolded before looking around. "Don't just say things like that," you said. Then, you rushed towards him covering his mouth with your hand. "If one of those bored as fuck neighbors of ours heard you, you'll be more famous in no time!"

He dropped the dustpan on the floor before removing your hands from his mouth. Then, he placed his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Atsumu leaned forward, his lips almost inch away from yours. "Was that suppose to scare me though," he asked.

You could feel his breath against your face. Your lips parted and he took that opportunity to kiss your lips. He took the broom from your hand, throwing it somewhere before kissing you more intensely. You moaned against his lips and you felt him smirk.

"P*TANGINA! Y/N!"

You immediately push him away from you before turning towards the door where your parents stood, surprised with how the water flows out of the door in small amounts. "MA!" you called before pointing at Atsumu. "Siya ang may gawa!" [He did it!/It's his doing!]

Your mother glared at the two of you, both of her hands were on her hips. "Linisin niyo 'yan!" [Clean it up!]

To sum it up, your mom got mad. The two of you had to do the household chores for a week, including the drying of the stuffs that got wet. Your parents also swore that they won't let you watchover the house alone.

And the most important part?

Atsumu never get his so-called reward.

⤜ general taglist — @haikyuu-ink ; @kenchiko ; @agaassi ; @lovetsuki ; @sadsugarplumm ; @yams046 ; @namyari ; @thatnikkixx ; @k-eijiakaashi ; @akaashit-baeji ; @thatasiang1rl ; @starfleetakaashi ; @stcrryskies ; @kunimwuah ; @shou-kunn ; @sugacookiies ; @ushissugarcube ; @bap-kingdom ; @lilidrawz ; @crypto-s ; @sanitisegermsfree ; @idiot-juice-enthusiast ; @moonlightaangel ; @zephyrria ; @humancasket ; @bbakougo ; @attsm ; @kouffee-ink

[barsformars]

How they would ask you out - Hongjoong Ver.

req: hey rin, would you be able to write blurbs or scenarios for your ateez florists and how each of them went about asking y/n out on a date please? 

florists!ateez

× Seonghwa° × Hongjoong° × Yunho° × Yeosang° × San° × Mingi° × Wooyoung° × Jongho° ×

//

You ran into his shop at half past five, panting. He just happened to be sweeping the floor when you entered and he looked up with his eyes all wide, unintentionally making eye contact with you. He was probably trying to be nice by letting you catch your breath before he informed you that the shop was closing but it ended up being a really awkward moment for the both of you. 

“Sorry, we-” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.” You breathed out after interrupting him with the raise of your hand. He cocked his head, raising his eyebrows as he looked up at the white lights on the ceiling, deciding whether to let you stay or not. “I have a blind date at six thirty and I didn’t know what else to get him so I guess flowers will do?” You explained, hoping that the bleached redhead would be willing to help you out. Luckily for you, he gave you a slight nod, setting the broomstick and dustpan against a wall before leading you into the store.

“I’m only doing this because getting flower bouquets for men on a blind date is virtually unheard of,” he said with a smirk. 

“Yeah….about that….I kinda need some help.” You gave a sheepish smile as you rubbed the nape of your neck and he looks at you in disbelief, confused as to why you even decided on a flower bouquet if you had no idea (especially since his store didn’t sell standard bouquets) But he guessed that you probably didn’t know that either when you ran in so hastily.

“I never do this but I’ll help you out this time. Just call me Hongjoong.” Hongjoong sighed as he put on his apron, motioning for you to go take a look at the flower options at the same time.

"Okay, Hongjoong-ssi." The red flowers caught your eyes when you were walking around and you pointed it out, "How about these?"

Hongjoong crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lower lip, “That’s a pretty bold choice. I know I’m literally drowning in red but I don't think most men appreciate how loud the colour is. And judging from your outfit, you’re probably going somewhere quite fancy, so that’s a no from me.”

"So, you're not like most men, is that it?" You joked as you let out a groan, annoyed that making a bouquet required so many considerations. If Hongjoong wasn't staying back just for you to get a stupid gift for your blind date, you would have just left the shop right there and then. 

Should have just gotten him chocolate or something, you cursed yourself internally.

“Whatever, let’s just do red.” 

At that, Hongjoong mouthed an ‘oh’, getting the flowers you picked and bringing them to the arrangement table without saying anything else. You stood there in silence as you watched him work his magic, bringing the flowers together and making it look like a piece of artwork. 

There was something about the way his fingers twisted and swirled around the flower stems so delicately like a ballerina on pointe that kept you staring, soft gasps escaping from you everytime he was done with one section. You had expected him to be pretty careless and messy with the job judging from his fashion sense and shop’s interior so the grace and gentleness from him surprised you greatly. Your eyes never left his hands once, until your phone’s notifications went off.

“Oh, you’re kidding me.” You mumbled under your breath as you read the messages from your blind date. Something urgent came up and he couldn’t make it. 

“Date got cancelled?” 

“Yeah, what do I do with this now?” You sulked, pointing to the flower bouquet that Hongjoong had just completed a few seconds before you got the messages. 

“Hmm….I swear I never ever do this too but....” Hongjoong propped his chin on his hand, looking up at you like when you first entered the store, but this time much more flirtatiously, “If you let me be your ‘blind date’ for tonight, this is free. I quite like red as you can tell.”

[soundsofelise]

Here's a video of me sweeping my kitchen, bedroom, and living room. I recorded this with my phone (Samsung S23). Let me know if you have any requests! Thank you! :)

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[chouetteffraie]

For the prompt ask: 3 & 7 + Dazatsu Musician AU angst please! I’m excited to see what you’ll conjure up for this prompt! -🦎

ahh sorry this took so long! I’ve been a little burnt out- but I hope you like this, nonnie!!

3. “Please don’t walk out that door.”

7. “I’ll keep you warm.”

“And topping the charts for four consecutive weeks is the hit single, “I’ll Keep You Warm,” by none other than Nakajima Atsushi! From his upcoming album-”

Dazai clicked the tv off before throwing the remote on the floor and stretching himself over the couch with one arm over his eyes. He felt his whole world crashing down around him, as if gravity itself had shattered and forced the surrounding planets onto Dazai’s chest. Whining, he slumped down with his legs hanging over the couch, bumping into the lamp on the end table. In his complaining, he barely noticed the crash as he kicked it to the ground until Atsushi came in and gaped at the glass and porcelain on the ground.

“What did you do?” He asked, less shock in his voice as accidents such as these took place. Dazai opened one eye and peaked at Atsushi, hoping what little of him was visible could send little waves of enmity his way. 

How could Atsushi ask him that when he was the reason for his torment?

“Oh, nothing,” Dazai answered dejectedly. “I’m just tired of all these lies between us, Atsushi-kun.”

Atsushi sent him a confused look, returning from the hotel closet with a broom and dustpan. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean.”

Dazai gestured absently before allowing his limbs to fall again, whining. “Playing dumb, eh? And after I practically brought you to fame, you go and leave me hanging like this!”

Now stooped to clean up Dazai’s mess, Atsushi lifted his head to send Dazai and exasperated glance. “I appreciate you, Dazai-san, and I hope I haven’t made that unclear. Are you trying to get me to buy you dinner again?”

Dazai perked up, contemplating forgetting his pain and taking this advantage while he had it. However, after a moment’s thought, he determined he’d rather get answers now than wait for a free meal. 

“No, Atsushi-kun,” he sighed. “I want to know who that song is about.”

“H-huh?” Atsushi asked, blooming red and ducking his head. That didn’t do him any good, however- Dazai could see the bright tint travelling up his ears against his stark white hair. His hands shook as he tried to come up with an answer, Dazai noted as the broomstick started to tremble. “I-it’s just…following a formula. It’s not about anybody in particular!”

“So he says,” Dazai mumbled. “Nonsense! It’s such a heartfelt and emotional song! Who could it be for?”

“Nobody!” Atsushi answered, clenching the broomstick in his hands tighter.  Finally rising from his spot on the couch, Dazai reached over and grabbed the broom himself, leaning over so he was about eye level with Atsushi.

“I know when you’re lying, Atsushi-kun….” He said teasingly, drawing out Atsushi’s name. The blush deepened.

“I-If you don’t quit right now, I’m going to leave you to deal with the upset housekeepers yourself!” Atsushi protested. His threat didn’t hold much intimidation, though, as his voice rose higher and higher with each word.

“Ohhh, please don’t walk out that door, Atsushi-kun!” Dazai whined dramatically, throwing himself on the floor for emphasis. “Tormented by the uncertainty of the person your newest song was meant for, how will I charm my way out of that one?”

Atsushi sighed, using the broom to heave himself up and dumping the shards of the lamp in the trash. Looking at Dazai on the floor, he bit his lip before saying, “You’ll find out here soon enough.”

“Oh? Is Atsushi-kun inviting this mysterious heartthrob over?” Dazai asked, looking at Atsushi from the back of the couch. After watching him for a long time, Atsushi gave him the sweetest smile, one that made his heart leap.

“Nope. I’m gonna keep singing songs about them until you figure it out.”

Dazai’s face fell and he scrambled to get up. “Atsushi!!!!! That’s so unfair!!” As Dazai draped himself over Atsushi’s shoulders, he made no move to brush him off.

“What can I say? I learned from the best.”

[forever-learning-witch]

Sorcerer Mickey Cleansing Spell

Inspired by: Sorcerers of the Magic Kingdom Card Game. Card Inspired From: 01 Apprentice Mickey’s Broomsticks Things you need:

A Black Candle

A White Candle

A Broomstick

Rosemary

Pine Oil (this can be excluded if you have animals can be substituted with Lavender)

Steps to do: 

Prep your broom by putting pine oil or Lavender oil on the bristles of the broom. Please do not use pine oil if you have animals they are sensitive to it. Please remember if working with oils please wear gloves so the oils do not get on your skin. 

Pick the room you wish to sweep. I usually pick the Kitchen which is where I do most my craft.

Light the Black candle and set it anywhere in the room.

Start sweeping the room. Think about sweeping away the negative energy into the dustpan. You can always hum a tune with it. Have fun. 

Keep the black candle lit until you swept the entire room. Then extinguish the flame.

Light the white candle and put positive thoughts into the candle like your hopes and ideas for your craft. This is also used to help purify the room. 

Light the rosemary on fire and use the smoke to cleanse the room. If you are asthmatic you can always skip this step and hang the rosemary bundle anywhere in the room and leave it there for 48 hours. 

Repeat this once a month. 

You can always customize this spell to however you wish however do not remove the credit from forever-learning-witch. This is the first of a Disney spells inspired series I am doing. 

[scruffyhappaboreherder]

Pumpkins and Problems

(A Halloween fic, ~1600 words.  Cassian and Jyn are neighbors.  Jyn has had a lousy day; she doesn’t know it, but Cassian has too.  Fallout ensues.  Warning for mention of an offscreen transphobic action, abuse of a spare key, and a conflict between Jyn and Cassian that isn’t resolved by the end.)  Now has a followup here.

Jyn trudged wearily to the door to her duplex.  Her first graders had been fidgety with excitement about Halloween, and her car had been dead when she tried to start it.  Normally she could have called her neighbor for a ride home after she dealt with having the car towed to a repair shop.  She had tried, but his number had gone straight to voicemail, and after waiting a few minutes for a return call or text she had taken the bus home.

The nearest stop wasn't that close, and she had gotten drenched when the heavens opened up moments after she stepped off the bus.  All she wanted now was to shower before she had to be ready to hand out candy.  Having enough time to dry her hair would be a bonus.

She stopped short at the steps.  Her neighbor's side had eight pumpkins neatly lined up.  All of them had designs: half of them had faces.  The others were a witch on a broomstick, a cat with an arched back, a skull, and a wolf howling at the moon.

"That's ... festive," she muttered.  The pumpkins hadn't been there when she left.  Well, her neighbor worked at home most of the time; one of the benefits was that you could carve out the time to carve a pumpkin or eight.

She turned the key and let herself in, making straight for the stairs, leaving her purse on the floor and strewing clothing as she went.  She was done with the feeling of wet fabric sticking to her skin

Her socks were the last thing to go.  Hot water, here I come.  She stepped over the wall of the bathtub and shrieked.  She was up to her ankles in ... goo.  Cold, gloppy goo.

She looked down nervously.  The goo was orange.   Pumpkin slime.  She was standing in pumpkin slime.

Jyn thought of the freshly carved pumpkins on the steps.   Well.  I guess I was wrong that I could trust him with a spare key.  "What did I ever do to you, Cassian Andor?" she muttered.  

She bent down and swept the rug aside, climbed gingerly out, and sat on the toilet.  She moved the trash can, held her pumpkin-coated feet over it, and reached for some toilet paper.  This was not going to be fun at all.

Half an hour later, her feet were no longer wet or sticky.  She had toweled herself dry, picked up her dirty clothes, and thrown them in the hamper with more force than was strictly required.  Her hair was brushed and semi-dry; now she was hesitating in front of the closet.  The temptation to put on pajamas was strong; but when there was any chance she might encounter her students and their parents, she made a point of looking presentable.  She settled on tights, a black broomstick skirt, and a long green sweater that would hide her braless state.  Black flats finished the ensemble.

She put on mascara and a little lip gloss and went downstairs to assemble the candy and other Halloween goodies she was going to be handing out.  She had novelty erasers and pencils for the kids with allergies; the candy she planned to dole out was free of several of the common allergens, but you never knew.

A few minutes before the designated trick-or-treat hours started, she was ready, seated on the couch with the candy bowl ready to grab.  Her doorbell rang, and she got up.

It wasn't a trick-or-treater.  Well, it wasn't a child trick-or-treater.  The costume was impressive even if she had no idea what it was: a glowing-eyed pumpkin head and a black robe over an outfit with tall boots and crossed belts featuring a skull and crossbones.

"What are you dressed as?" Jyn said finally, breaking a silence that was rapidly becoming uncomfortable.

"A reminder that you shouldn't fuck with the person who has your spare key," said her neighbor.

"You're the one who decided I wanted a pumpkin pedicure," Jyn snapped.  "And I want my spare key back by the end of the night."

"I want mine back, too."

Jyn ducked back inside and slammed the door.  It was a short walk to the kitchen drawer where she kept Cassian's spare key.  She opened the door, startling a trick-or-treater who was reaching for the doorbell, and then had to fumble for the candy bowl.  "Nice Spider-Man," she told the kid, and dropped some candy in the pillowcase that was held out to her.

When the kid was gone, she held the key out to Cassian.  He took it, and then had nowhere to put it.  Apparently his costume didn't have pockets.  She swallowed a smirk as he dangled her key awkwardly from his one free hand.  

But she really did want it back, so she took it, and slid it into her skirt pocket.  "Your costume is less impressive now that I know it doesn't have pockets," she informed him.

He scowled at her.  "It does have pockets.  But it's none of your business where they are.  I am not talking about my costume to someone who tried to ruin it."

"I didn't even know you were wearing one, so how could I have possibly tried to ruin it?"

"Freezing my new binder inside a giant block of ice and filling the boots with kitty litter made a good start."

"What?  I didn't do that!  I wouldn't have done that.  Except that right now I'd like to buy whoever did it a beer."

"You're the only one who has a spare key.  Unless you think it was the management company."  He handed some candy to a girl dressed as Elsa, and Jyn followed suit.

"Are you really, really sure about that?  That no one else ever had a spare key?"  She flashed back to the time over the summer when he'd asked her to feed his cat while he was away, and she couldn't, because she was going to a conference.  Not that the beast would have starved over the weekend—it was a huge Maine Coon—

She dragged her thoughts back to the present and looked at him.  It was impossible to see if any realization had struck behind the mask, but she had looked back in time to see his shoulders slump.

"Oh, shit.  Jyn, I'm sorry."

"I'll take that for what it's worth."  She doled out candy to a pair of pirates.  "Right now?  Not much."

"I guess I deserve that," he said when the pirates were gone.

"No argument here."

"Any chance we can hash this out when we aren't being swarmed by children?"

"What is there to hash out?  You jumped to conclusions and vandalized my bathroom.  You're not getting the time you need to talk your way around that tonight."

The sound of a throat clearing pulled her attention away from Cassian's response, if he had one.

"Hello, Ms. Erso."

Jyn blinked, and turned to look at her latest visitor.  She didn't recognize the child in the turtle costume, but she did know the man who'd greeted her.  "Mr. Malbus.  Hello.  And Happy Halloween, Lan."  Lan held out her teal pumpkin, and Jyn gave her a handful each of erasers and pencils.  "Candy too?  It should be safe."  She held her bag of lollipops up; Lan's father nodded provisional approval, and Jyn gave her a handful.  Lan had serious food allergies; Jyn hadn't realized she lived close enough to show up at her house, but she was glad she'd prepared.  She'd been thinking of kids like Lan when she'd picked out her candy and other offerings.

"Happy Halloween again, Ms. Erso!  And thank you," Lan added.

Jyn smiled.  "You're welcome, Lan."

"Is everything all right?" Mr. Malbus asked, and Jyn wanted to die of embarrassment.  He wasn't just Lan's father; he was also Jyn's co-worker.  At least she knew he wasn't much for workplace gossip.

"I'm fine," she assured him, after what was probably an awkwardly long pause; it was the best safe answer she could find.

"All right, then.  Lan and I will see you tomorrow."  

"Of course."  Jyn managed what she hoped was a properly collegial tone.  "See you then.  Have fun, Lan."

"Bye, Ms. Erso," Lan called, and turned to wave as she and her father walked away.

"Bye, Lan," Jyn replied, trying to summon up her teacher's smile.  She probably failed miserably; in any event, she could feel the attempt turning into a glare as they walked away and she remembered that Cassian was still there.

"You talked yourself right into that, so don't try to blame it on me," he said before she could speak.  "I think that's enough for this evening."

He opened his door, and swept inside in a swirl of fabric.  His duplex's porch light went off a moment later.

That was much more dignified than someone wearing a pumpkinhead has any right to be.  She stayed where she was, handing out candy to everyone who came calling until her bowl was empty and she was down to pencils and erasers.  Then she went inside and flopped down on the couch.  She had to admit that after a day like this it would be nice to have a cat to pet and sulk with.  But sulking won't make my bathroom clean tomorrow morning.  She got up with a weary sigh, grabbed her dustpan and a trashbag and a roll of paper towels, and headed upstairs.

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