#They deserve to drink Mimosas is all I'm saying

[sunnitheapollokid]

༉‧₊˚✧ i cross my heart , PART TWO.

a five hargreeves multi-fic . . 🎞️🕯️ — intro.

warnings : minor swearing .ᐟ

author’s note : THIS ONE’S KINDA LONG and there’s not too much interaction with five and (name), but the next part there’ll be more !! hopefully it doesn’t bore y’all too much,, happy reading ᡣ𐭩.

“what the fuck happened to you?” klaus asked, seeing the brunette walk into the hotel with scars and bruises all over his face and body. “don’t ask," he sighed heavily. five marched his way upstairs to their shared room. klaus and diego, who continued to sit down gave each other a puzzled look but decided to shake it off. five took a lengthy shower and put on some different clothes to lounge in, and after, he climbed back down.

"that little delinquent is your son?" five heard klaus ask their other brother in midst of a laugh, "allegedly my son." diego was quick to respond back. five took a mimosa from the counter as he listened to their conversation and walked his way to sit among the duo. klaus let out a hearthy laugh, "that's so funny!" he cackled. five turned to look at a pigging-down stanley,

"wait, who's.. who's the mother?" five asked him. "lila." diego again, responded quickly with the same dead-panned expression. five could feel the cold rush over his body, relieved from the heat of the sun (name) had inflicted on him. "excuse me?" klaus raised a brow in diego's direction.

five furrowed his brows at him in panic, "woah.. lila's here?"

"was. she dropped him off in my lap last night then bolted."

"i don't much care for that one." klaus gave a slightly disgusted look, swirling the straw in his own drink. "don't." diego pointed a finger at the man. "technically, she's family." five tilted his head. "she was trying to murder us, like, yesterday!" klaus cried, disgusted at both of them. "yeah, like i said, family."

after the whole conversation about viktor and marcus, five walked back to the counter to put his glass away and to grab something to eat. as he did so, the lights inside the hotel began to flicker. employees and visitors inside began to question and freeze until the light went back on again.

five shook his head, thinking it's nothing more than a power malfunction and continued to scavenge for his food.

klaus slowly crept his way towards him, "hey. what do you say we get outta here, huh?" he walked around his younger looking brother like a vulture. "take a little.. road trip."

five looked at klaus with the same furrowed brows, moving his eyes from klaus to the selections of entrees. "what are you talking about?" he asked. "i'm talking about a sojourn to the countryside." klaus moved his hands to get his attention. "you and me, the wind in our hair." he flipped his long brown hair sassily. "thelma and louise on the open road."

"you know they die in the end, right?" five let the corner of his lips slightly smile.

"holding hands,"

"living our best life, my little cherub!"

five scooped up some other things to put on his plate while klaus talked in his ear. "listen," klaus whispered. "i nearly died from luther's sleep farts last night." klaus continued to follow him around like a lost puppy. "we need to get out of here, get some fresh air!" —

"okay, i'll bite. why me, klaus?" five finally turned to face the taller man. "because you said, you said — you're retired, and that's what retired people do. and don't you deserve some fun?" klaus sang,

but five was too distracted by the missing lobsters in the fish tank across the counter. "there's no lobsters." five spoke. klaus hummed. "there were three lobsters in that tank a minute ago." klaus shook his head and rolled his eyes, "yeah, well, you know, maybe chet blended 'em into a morning smoothie." he teased.

five gave him an 'are you serious?' look before, "you're an idiot but, i'm in."

"whoo!"

— 𐙚₊˚⊹ ⭐️

ben watched (name) walk into the hargreeves mansion with her apron over her arm, her nose still bloody, but she knew she didn’t look as bad as that five guy. ben looked at her up and down with a confused and cocky look on his face. “what?” she raised a brow at him, noticing his stare.

“you saw one of them.” ben pointed at her with a smirk. she giggled, “the time travel dude yeah.” she tossed her apron on the couch. “i still don’t see your reason for working at that dingy old place when were rich and famous, (nickname).” alphonso commented.

all her siblings sat on the couch, watching a movie. “i like interacting with the people there, so many stories, so many lives.” she spoke, ben making a gagging face. (name) threw an empty water bottle at him, “HEY!” ben caught it mid-air with one of his tentacles.

jayme slapped a newspaper roll on (name)'s head. "ow! what?" (name) shot daggers through her (eye color) eyes.

"me and alphonso are going to the pharmacy to grab snacks. care to join?" jayme leaned on the kitchen counter as she faced her little sister. "nah, i might go on a trip, being here around you guys makes me loose my sparkle." (name) displayed jazz hands before chugging down a bottle of orange juice.

"right. sparkle." jayme repeated with a quick chuckle. "just don't crash the car yeah? not like how sloane did." sloane furrowed her brows. "the curb wasn't there when i first looked!" sloane retorted as she melted in her seat.

— 𐙚₊˚⊹ ⭐️

"fuck."

"fuck."

(name) crossed her arms in annoyance against the teen boy beside her. before them was the ball of twine, five eagerly asked klaus to turn the car towards. “is this the sunshine that beat your ass to a pulp?” klaus pointed his finegr at (name). five rolled his eyes and slapped his hand away,

“what are you doing here!?” five exclaimed. “i needed time away from my siblings! don’t get your panties in a twist thinking i’m following you dipshit.” (name) let out a loud chuckle as they made eye contact, and their faces practically inches away.

klaus giggled, “if you guys start making out i’m going to start laughing.”

“shut up!” five yelled at klaus. “i mean, we could.” she sent him a flirtatious wink, klaus shared a laugh with her. “i like her. can we keep her?”

“no!” five rubbed his temple before taking klaus by the sleeve, “come on klaus were leaving.” five turned his back to the ball of twine and the young girl. “so soon!? this trip gets so boring alone, fives!” she yelled back, a wide smile plastered on her face. “she’ll be lonely five! she just said!” klaus fought back.

five turned back to (name). he should’ve said no, he should’ve told her to get lost. but why was he so hesitant to do so? why did it feel like he wanted her around?

“fine.” (name) smiled even wider, and hopped towards the brothers, “this is gonna be the best trip ever.” five again pointed a finger at her, “but if you try fighting either one of us, we’re leaving you on the streets, sunshine.” the brunette’s voice hinted with poison.

she kept the smile on her face, her hands up in defense. “i cross my heart.”

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Coffee Date

"Sorry I'm late," Harry said, pressing a presumptuous kiss to Draco's cheek and bringing his chaos, and his busy-ness, and his charm bursting in with him.

"You're two minutes early," Draco replied, tipping up his chin a bit to hide how embarrassed and off-kilter the other man always made him feel.

Harry grinned at him, bright and open, dimples utterly devastating. "But I'm still here at least ten minutes after you, going by the state of your coffee." He reached over and tucked a strand of Draco's hair behind his ear, "Can I get you another while I get mine?" he offered.

"Decaf," Draco said, "please. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” he replied with a wink, boyish and charming, and Draco wasn’t sure how he was meant to control the pitter-pattering of his foolish heart.

He watched as Harry chatted with the barista, making her laugh while she poured Draco’s coffee and made a sugary drink for Harry that hardly deserved the title of coffee. She handed him two chocolate croissants and he thanked her before levitating everything back over.

“Hi,” he said when he sat down and handed Draco his coffee and a croissant. “How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you,” he replied politely. “You?”

He quirked an amused eyebrow at him, “I’d be better if I hadn’t woken up alone in my bed.”

His cheeks heated and he could feel his face and neck staining a horrible , blotchy red from his blush. He tried to hide it by picking up his coffee to take a sip but feared it didn’t really do the job when Harry grinned even more widely at him.

“I’d planned to make you blueberry pancakes,” he added. “And mimosas, if you’d been so inclined.”

“Well, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome,” he said, a little sharper than he’d intended but Harry had always been annoyingly good at getting under Draco’s skin.

The other man set down his drink and reached across the table, covering Draco’s hand with his own. His face turned very serious, green eyes searching Draco’s. “I cannot stress this enough,” he said, “there is no possible way for you to overstay your welcome.”

He huffed and started to roll his eyes but Harry jumped in.

“I’m serious, Draco. I don’t have casual sex,” he said bluntly. “I’m demisexual, so by the time I want to have sex with someone, it’s basically a declaration of love.”

“You love me?” he asked incredulously.

“I literally told you that last night!”

He gaped at Harry, mouth opening and closing uselessly. “But things people say during sex don’t count!” he protested.

“Fine,” Harry huffed. “I’m fucking in love with you and if you don’t want your gasped ‘me too’ to count, that’s fine,” he said. “I can-”

“No!” he said, reaching for Harry’s hand as it retreated across the table. “I meant it,” he said, “Harry, of course I meant it.”

“Then why would you assume I didn’t?”

Shrugging, he looked down at where their hands were joined, “because you’re Harry Potter. You’re amazing, and kind, and funny, and charming, and anyone would fall in love with you. Everyone wants you-”

“I only want you,” he interrupted, brushing his thumb over Draco’s knuckles.

“Oh,” he breathed, searching his face for any trace of deception and finding none.

“Yes, oh,” he laughed softly.

He cleared his throat, “can we try this morning again?”

His smile returned, brighter than the sun, “I thought maybe you’d like to go to a movie with me,” he said. “Then maybe a stroll in the park, an early dinner, and then a night in?” he offered. “Then I’d be happy to try the morning all over again.” He squeezed Draco’s hand.

He smiled back, “that sounds good to me,” he whispered.

Harry brought Draco’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles, “me too.”

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Written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt “coffee date”

[xxaraaq]

𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

Sorry that I didn't post anything for like three months, but it dont matter anymore, cus I'm here now

MILF! Ochako Ururaka x Black!Fem!reader

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At the ripe age of thirty two, Uruaka Ochako would consider herself to be a great mother. But with her boys, nine, seven, and four – she’s so fucking tired. Tired of not being able to catch a break, tired of not being able to live her life as a young woman, and really fucking tired of having a man child of a husband who couldn’t give less of a shit about her and their kids.

She’s tried to be okay with it, but she just cant be. But when she voices it, all she's met with – ‘it’s not like he's cheating on you, he probably just doesn’t find you attractive anymore.’ or ‘just lose some weight or offer to do more, he’s obviously distant for a reason’. And she’s tried all these things, so, so many times. But nothing ever worked, so she’s just given up. And maybe she just had shitty friends, but the two of you first, she had actually felt something.

“So wait – you're telling me that you haven’t had sex in how long?” You whisper, choking on your drink “Eleven months.” She sighs, taking a drink of her mimosa – she hadn’t touched her husband intimately in almost a year, and it was getting to her. She was getting antsy, and she was getting tired of pleasuring herself on her own.

“I would commit suicide, like, actually kill myself. Are you ok?” and Uruaka knows that she’s not, but there isn't anything she could really do.

“I’ve been so stressed out that I don’t know what today is, I’m not even joking.” She says, the fatigue apparent on her figure

“I seriously don’t know why you won’t get a divorce, I will literally move in with you to help out with the kids if that’s what it takes.” And your serious, the look in your eyes directed right at her

“If I could just get one day, that’s all I would need.” She groans, dreaming of the day where that happens

As the conversation goes along, her husband, m/n, comes up. “Hey honey, me and the boys are gonna go watch the game at Mikey’s house. I’ll be back later.” He says, turning away soon after. With an eye roll and shooing hand, she sends him off with malice in her heart. 

“He really gets on my fuckin nerves.” You say, side eyeing him as he walks away with his friends.

“I genuinely don’t care anymore.” Ochako says, getting up to go to the kitchen

Following after her, you close the door behind you, pulling down the blinds

“What’s wrong?” You say, opening your arms for an embrace

“I am so sick of him.” She says, a shake in her voice

“I know baby, I know.” You say, rubbing soothing circles on her back

“I get that he doesn’t care about me, but can he at least fucking act like it.” She cries into your chest

“He doesn’t deserve you, not like I do.” and she knew it was true

“Lemme make you feel better, how bout’ that?” You ask, pulling back from her

“W-what?” She, wiping the tears from her face

“You heard me, Ochako. Let me help you, you need it.”

The both of you know that anyone could walk in at any moment – but that didn’t stop you from kissing her – nor did it stop her from kissing you back. By the time she gained her senses back she was in her shared room.

“We can’t, everyone’s outside.” She says in between kisses

“We already are, and who cares, no one’s gonna come in here.” You shush her, attacking her neck with hickeys

She moans, grasping your hair in her hands – she doesn’t know why she keeps denying herself, she can’t even remember the last time she came by someone else’s touch.

“Fuck.” She moans, the feeling of your hands traveling over her breasts driving her mad. 

You pull down the top of her light blue sundress, exposing her front to you.

“So pretty.” You groan, capturing her breast in your hand, rolling her nipple in between your fingers

Ochako whimpers at the feeling of your fingers toying with her, her getting wetter by the second.

“Take it off for me, yeah?” You ask, tugging at hem of her dress

Nodding, she quickly strips down, throwing it to a random spot in the room.

“So fucking gorgeous.” You utter, hands finding rest on her hips

“Don’t be weird.”She says, wrapping her arms around neck

She kisses you – passionately – as you lead her and yourself onto the bed. You suck on her neck as you make you way down to her thighs, lifting one onto your shoulder.

“Can I?” You ask, playing the fabric of her underwear

“Don’t ask me stupid questions.” She groans, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you smile

Taking her answer as a yes, you pull her panties off onto one ankle, licking a slow stripe up her slit. You rub slow circles on her thighs as you continue your assault on her cunt.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkk” She whines, throwing her head back in her ecstasy

“Tastes so good.” You mutter into her, the vibrations of your voice going straight to her core

She doesn’t know why she hasn’t let you touch her sooner – the fluid movements of your tongue making her delusional. But the best part is, all she has to do is sit there and take it.

You massage your thumb around her puckering hole before inserting two into her. “Shitttt” she mewls, holding both her legs up to her chest

“I can’t, s’ too much.” She slurs, her legs shaking as you slurp and suck up her excess

“You can do it mama, cum for me.” You say, moving your fingers in and out of her at an even quicker pace

“Shittttttttt” She screams, squirting onto you and the sheets

“Damn, I didn’t know you could squirt like that.” You say, licking her off of you

“I, I didn’t know either.” She exhales, letting her legs drop onto the now wet sheets

“Uh uh, why’d you let go.” You say, rubbing slow circles on her now puffy clit

“W-wait, we can’t keep going, everyone’s still outside.”

“And they’ll stay outside, I never said I was done with you. Eleven months is a long time y’know; I can’t let go now.” You explain, Entering her once more

Ochako moans as she thinks about what she got herself into. And she really, really hopes that everyone knows exactly where the bathroom is.

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Yayy I post. Dont expect me to post until summer now byee.

-Nene

[michaelmilligan]

Midam week day five: INTERSTELLAR

(Aka Adam's birthday aka the Feast of St. Michael aka Cheers I'll drink to all that, bro)

A breeze was rustling through the grass as they landed, long blue stalks swaying under a red and purple sky.

At least Adam thought that it was grass they were standing in. With a little luck, it wouldn't be another sentient colony of strangely formed tentacles.

What is this? Adam asked as his eyes came to rest on an assembly of strangely out of place items a few feet away.

A PLANET NEAR EPSILON ERIDANI, Michael said, which – okay, interesting, but not the point.

I meant this. Adam started walking towards the table set up in the middle of the field, complete with a white tablecloth and four chairs around it. The pale brown of the furniture and bright white of the cloth looked strangely alien in this environment. Is this the fabled restaurant at the end of the universe?

Michael brought out his projection to roll his eyes at him. DON'T BE SILLY.

A smile tugged on Adam's lips, but he didn't let it take over completely. Why not?

With a fond sigh, but no answer, Michael turned his projection towards the table.

WHAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU IS THE SET-UP FOR A FEAST. He frowned. THE RATHER INCOMPLETE SET-UP, I'M AFRAID. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LET ME TAKE OVER THE BODY FOR A BIT LATER SO I CAN SMITE MY BROTHER.

Your brother? What does Gabriel have to do with it?

WELL. I FIGURED THIS YEAR, WE COULD CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY TRADITIONALLY.

On an alien planet?

Michael huffed and rolled his eyes again, but then suddenly seemed shy.

WITH FAMILY, he said eventually.

“Surprise!” Gabriel took exactly that moment to pop up right before them, startling Adam so bad he would have fallen over if not for Michael's wings stabilizing him.

“Gabriel!” Raphael's voice came from between some bushes, their vessel's face poking out. “We were supposed to wait for the signal!”

“Well, it was getting boring. So. Ta-da! Whadda ya think?” Gabriel gestured towards the table while Raphael sighed and stepped out of the bushes to walk toward them.

“Um. It's nice?” Adam said uncertainly.

Next to him, Michael made his projection visible.

“You were supposed to prepare a feast!” he accused his brother, pointing angrily.

Now it was Gabriel's turn to roll his eyes. “Don't get your wings in a twist. Just 'cause you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there.”

With a snap of his fingers, the table was suddenly laid with silver cutlery, porcelain plates and so much food that Adam had trouble taking it all in. There were bottles on ice, too, and Gabriel pulled one out of a bucket to reveal it was champagne. After popping the cork out with his grace, he poured them each a glass.

“To the Feast of Saints Gabriel, Raphael and Michael!”

“That's not the correct order,” Michael complained, but it was half-hearted. His relationship with Gabriel was still a bit rocky, hundreds of years of bitterness and anger not simply forgotten or forgiven all that quickly. So Michael was, at least, always careful not to start a real fight. Occasional banter and indignation notwithstanding.

The champagne was refreshing and bubbly, and Adam wondered if it had more alcohol than usual or if being in a different atmosphere affected him, because he already felt a little drunk after just one sip.

“Right, I forgot it's not just Michael's day,” he said. In his youth, the pastor had mostly talked about St. Michael on this day. After all, there was a reason it was known as Michaelmas.

“It's not like we've ever celebrated it before,” Raphael said, eyeing the champagne in their glass critically. “Gabriel had to google what the day even means.”

“So?” Gabriel crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Humans come up with weird meanings for days all the time.”

“Well, the most important thing today is Adam's birthday”, Michael said.

Gabriel nodded. “So it's the Feast of Adam, Gabriel and company.”

Michael glared at him.

Instead of even acknowledging that, Gabriel just conjured up a bottle of orange juice and filled up their half-empty champagne glasses.

“To me and some guy from Windom, Minnesota!” he said cheerfully. “And also some other archangels or whatever.”

Michael sighed, but seemed to decide it wasn't worth getting into it, and he just raised his glass to Adam.

NOT JUST SOME GUY, he thought at Adam, keeping it private between them. MY GUY.

Once again, Adam barely tempered down his smile. The Feast of St. Michael's guy from Minnesota.

Michael smiled back at him. THE FEAST OF ST. MICHAEL'S GUY FROM MINNESOTA, AND THAT GUY'S SIBLINGS-IN-LAW.

“Something you guys wanna share with the class?” Gabriel asked sarcastically, looking between them.

Without ever breaking eye contact with Adam, Michael simply said: “No.”

“You don't wanna know, Gabe,” Adam added, also still looking fondly at Michael, his smile only growing bigger as he heard Gabriel pretend to gag.

Adam had never had a brother – not one who counted, anyway – but he thought maybe Gabriel could be that. Plus Raphael, the long-suffering middle child... Yeah. Maybe they were something like a family.

A family of mostly immortal beings having mimosas between the stars.

That might not be the most traditional birthday for a human, but Adam really hoped it could become a tradition for him.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Crescent Moon: Chapter 7

Warnings: mentions of sex (no actual smut), fighting, Swearing

Word count: 2,100 (issa baby chapter 🥺)

AN: I'm posting early because I'm am idiot and hit "post" instead of "save" 😅 its been a week.😫

The morning sun peaked thought your curtain as you began to stir. Your body was a little sore, making you wince as you tried to roll over, only to be stopped by a rather large, immovable object.

Your eyes opened slowly to see Taishiro sleeping soundly as his arm rested close to you. You snuggled in closer to him as he began to stir. The thoughts of last night slowly coming back to him.

“Morning! Did you sleep ok?” You say as he blinks a few times, a soft smile appearing on his face as he looked down at your gorgeous form laying nude next to him.

“I did. Hopefully you did as well. Say, what time is it?” He says as you shuffle to look at the alarm clock besides your bed.

“8:30, why?”

“Damn I’ve got to get going” he says rustling around, getting up and grabbing his clothes. You stared at him as he grabbed his clothing.

“Wait already?” You say as you shift yourself to a sitting position, confused as to what the rush was. "Don't you want to stay for breakfast?"

“Uh yeah, I-I’ve got some errands to run but don’t worry, I’ll- I’ll uh text you later ok” he says slipping on his shirt as he grabs his shoes and leaves your home quickly.

You sit in silence, confused and hurt at what had just transpired. The man of your affections had once again run away from you and after a night of passion. What had you done to deserve this?

Taishiro walked down the street as he scratched his head in thought. He definitely just left you alone again and after that amazing sex. He had never felt such passion, he had never felt so amazing in all of his entire life. The way you enticed him with your body, the way you made him feel so secure in everything you did.

He groaned as he tried hard not to think about the blunder that he had during your rendezvous. How could he call you Crescent? The image of your body during your orgasm flashed into his view.

Those eyes.

Surely, he was just seeing things right? Your eyes looked so similar to the night heroes. Maybe it’s just the way the light hit them? Or maybe it was just his imagination? He rubbed his head as he arrived at his apartment, stripping down to take a shower. He didn’t know what to do. How could he face you again knowing he had called you Crescent in bed, during such an intimate moment? And how had you not responded? Surely you heard him; the whole apartment building had to have heard him. The way you ripped pleasure from his body, he’s surprised you didn’t get a noise complaint.

He settled in the shower as he let the water run over his blonde locks.

What do I do he thought to himself as the water cascaded down his chiseled form, falling to the bases of the shower and mixing with the tears that had began forming in his eyes.

Saturday progressed without a single word from Taishiro. You couldn’t help but get lost in the negative thoughts as you tried your hardest to remain calm.

He seemed so into it. What did I do wrong? You thought as you pet Mochi and stared out the window. Your phone rang as you picked it up, looking at the lockscreen to see a picture of your beat friend Leo. You sighed as you slid your finger across the screen to see Leo, sitting on his balcony with his large sunglasses on drinking what looked like a mimosa.

“Alright bitch spill” he says as he lifts his drink to his mouth

“We fucked and he left this morning. I don’t know what happened” you say as Leo removes his sunglasses and glares at your thought the screen.

“What do you mean ‘he left’”

“Well, we had sex last night, fell asleep and immediately when we woke up, he left”

“Damn YN that’s not good”

“You don’t think I don’t know that” you say as you sob into your hand, Leo wincing as he tries to think of something to brighten you up.

“Well, how was it? Like was it bad?”

“That’s the thing… it was amazing. Like I’m pretty sure it wad one of the best experiences I’ve ever had!”

Leo’s mouth slacked open as he formed it into a smirk.

“Damn YN and you are like a hoe so that says a lot” he chuckles as you glare at him

“You’re one to talk you bitch! You’ve slept with half of this city and still can’t get a man!” You say as Leo rolls his eyes, chuckling at your comeback.

Your relationship with Leo had always been good. You could tease each other and still come out best friends.

“Listen YN it sounds like he is the one with the issues. Maybe you should just like back off?”

“Yeah… maybe your right but it’s hard. Like I have feelings for him Leo. Feelings I have had in a long time.”

“Wait… back that train up YN! Are you saying what I think you are saying?” Leo says as his eyes widen into the phone as you try not to cry

“yeah, I think I’m in love” you say as tears form in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill into a full blown cry.

“YN listen to me, Men ain’t shit ok. If he is acting like this to you, clearly, he is the problem of. Don’t you let this fucker get you down” he says as you try and smile lightly at him, signaling that you were ok.

You weren’t really ok. How could you be? The man of your affections had basically run out on you twice and after you two had shared such an intimate moment. It was hard not to feel like it was your fault.

“Hey I’ve got to go YN! My shift starts soon but I’ll text you later ok” Leo says as he stands up, heading back inside preparing for work.

“Weren’t you just drinking” you say to him as he winks at you.

“Goodbye YN” he repeats as you roll your eyes, ending the FaceTime call.

You stand up, walking over to the window to look down on the street below the sun was so bright the streets were alive with activity. You head to the bathroom to shower as you prepare for your day and night.

Tonight, you would see Taishiro again. How would he act you wondered as you cleaned yourself in the shower, scrubbing your hair as you let the water rinse the suds from your hair.

You knew it would be awkward. How could it not be? Even thought Taishiro didn’t know you were Crescent, how could you just interact with him like nothing happened.

You signed as you braided your wet hair and laid down to rest before your busy night.

If Taishiro wants nothing to do with me, then I guess that’s that you thought as you closed your eyes, trying to relax. The thoughts of last night flooding your mind as you drifted off into a light slumber.

You strolled the streets, headed to the regular meeting spot that had been established by Fatgum at the beginning of the investigation. You were worried how you would handle seeing him. You felt hurt after what happened last night but more importantly, you felt confused.

You couldn’t understand what you had done wrong. He seemed like he enjoyed the way you pulled pleasure from his body and lord knows, you definitely enjoyed it.

Whatever the reason, you were bound and determined to finish this meeting quickly, not keen on hanging around him longer than you had too. You leaned against the brick wall as you saw a large from and two smaller forms approach

Just fantastic you thought as you see a vibrant red head bounding about and a somber looking black-haired male to his right.

“Really? Now I have to babysit” you said as Fatgum approached with his campaigns.

“I apologize Crescent. I didn’t intend to bring them but some situations arouse” he said as his thoughts drifted off

He couldn’t come to face you. He had been too embarrassed to even look at you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the thought of those eyes out of his mind, of the blunder that had escaped his lips the previous night while he was being pleasure by the person, he cared for most.

You sighed as the hero known as Red Riot approached you.

“It’s a pleasure Crescent! You are one of my favorite vigilantes! Your quirk is so cool! I have a friend who would love to know more about it!” he said as he watched you intensely.

“Maybe another night kid, we’ve got work to do tonight” you say as Red Riot deflates a bit but understands.

You turn to walk towards Fatgum’s office as the three men follow you. You don’t really know what to say and it seems, neither did Fatgum. He was oddly quiet the entire time, quieter than he was the first time he had run away from you.

As you walked, your eyes scanned the buildings. The streets were quiet this time of night. A small shuffle caught your attention as you dove towards Red Riot, covering him quickly, a bullet just barely grazing the tip of his Red hair.

“Someone’s attacking!” You shout as Fatgum and Suneater retreat behind a building with you and Red.

“How did you see that?” Red said as he looked at the bullet hole in the wall.

“My eyes, the moon accelerates my vision at night. When the moon hits my eyes, they turn into crescents and I can see everyone’s movements in slow motion” you say, not even thinking who you were talking to.

Fatgum’s eyes widened behind you as he realized how your quirk functioned. He didn’t have much time to think as he heard a voice radiate from the streets.

“Oi Crescent! I guess you didn’t hear it when our boss told you to lay off! Looks like that quirk of yours doesn’t extend to your ears.” The man chuckled from the street as you groaned, realized you were trailed by these goons.

“Oh, I heard your boss I just chose to ignore him. Why don’t you want me getting close to Stanley huh? Afraid I’ll find out about his secret lover?” You say as the men chuckle lightly.

“You stupid bitch! You have no idea who you are messing with. Our boss isn’t Stanley, Stanley is merely pawn and now that we have our little pawn, we are ready to checkmate” he laughed as a hand lunged from the building besides you.

“Shit!” You shout as you and your three fellow heroes dodge the hand as you rip it from the wall, slamming the man to the ground, breaking pavement.

“Crescent!”

“Fatgum get these kids out of here!”

“We can fight Crescent!” Red Riot says punching a henchman square in the face with his fist, Tamaki trapping him against the wall so he couldn’t escape.

Fatgum ran around, taking blows and storing his energy for a fight. He wasn’t as prepared as he should have been for an attack.

“Red, take that guy out” you scream as red nods, punching a man straight into the wall.

“Crescent watch out” Red screams as a man comes barreling towards you, iron first drawn and ready to battle.

Suneater extends his chicken claw, slamming the man into the wall. The shock of the blast knocked you to the ground as you tried to recover and move.

“Enough of this” a man said extending his hand towards you. You had managed to dodge his blow as a smirk plastered on his face, signaling a more sinister plan.

“CRESCENT” Fatgum screamed as you dodged the first blow only to be met with a earth shattering fist, knocking you square off your feet as you felt your hood and mask slowly slip down.

Fatgum charged the man, caging him in his fat as he shouted over to your motionless figurer.

You begin the stir as you felt your colorful hair fall into your face and blood seep down your nose into your mouth.

You didn’t have time to register than you mask and hood had been completely lost off your figure as you were met with the shocked stare of Fatgum as he dropped the now unconscious figure to the pavement below. His eyes grazed over your face as you suddenly realized what he was looking at.

His mouth opened slowly as you felt a sudden fear rush through your body. Your secret had finally been revealed.

“YN…”

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[mkstrigidae]

APWH WIP Snippet- From Chapter 17

Small snippet from Chapter 17, below the cut, just because it's been a hell of a week.

Mild spoilers, I guess? This was the only piece of it I could post without really confusing everyone, bc chapters 14, 15, 16, and 17 i'm working on concurrently, because they all kind of run over into each other.

Anyways, WIPs are always subject to change, but if anyone deserves mimosas in this story, it's Cat and Elia. (Lyanna's probably working overtime at the paper bc she's hunting down the story she's been working on, or maybe she's just drinking coffee and bitching with Jeor about budget cuts- either is possible).

“How are you holding up?” Elia asked, embracing Catelyn tightly.

“I’ve been better.” Catelyn admitted, trying for a grin. “Sansa’s furious with Ned and I, Arya’s furious with Sansa, Bran’s barely come out of his room the last few days- not that I blame him- Robb is running around trying to do everything that Ned and I should be handling, and Rickon’s annoyed that he can’t get a summer job because of the press.”

“Did he say why?” Elia raised a brow, settling into a chair opposite Catelyn in the sunroom.

“Oh he hasn’t said anything.” Catelyn told her, entirely deadpan. “He probably doesn’t want to upset anyone, so he's been quiet about it, but he’s not as subtle as he thinks.”

“Is he trying to earn money for something?” Elia speculated, gratefully accepting the mimosa Catelyn passed her. “Or just trying to get out of the house and do something ‘normal’ this summer?”

“Probably the first.” Catelyn admitted, tucking her legs under her on the white rattan couch. “If I had to guess?” Elia raised a brow, a smile tugging at her mouth. “He’s fifteen.”

“He’s got a bit of a crush?” Elia grinned.

“My money would be on Maege’s youngest girl-“ Catelyn smirked, feeling more like herself than she had in several days, “Every time I’ve seen Rickon lost for words, it’s been around her. You remember his last birthday party?”

“No!” Elia gasped, lifting her hand to hide her grin. “When he wasn’t looking and walked into the pool by accident?”

“Right as Lyanna arrived.” Catelyn nodded, with a satisfied smirk. “Correlation not indicating causation and all that, but-“

“But no way that was a coincidence.” Elia laughed.

“At least one of my children is upset about something relatively normal.” Catelyn chuckled, weakly. Elia leaned forward, taking Catelyn’s hand to squeeze it.

“It’s not going to be like this forever, Cat.” She murmured. “When the hard parts happen, you’re in the middle before you realize, and it feels like the ending takes forever to arrive. But it does end. Baelish isn’t going to haunt your lives forever, and Sansa’s not always going to be stressed out to the breaking point. Transitions are hard.” She admitted. “But we’ll all keep going. Eventually, we’ll know what we’re doing.”

Catelyn couldn’t answer, her throat tightening as she blinked tears from her eyes, and so she squeezed Elia’s hand back, just hard enough so that her friend knew how much she appreciated the assurance.

[zinzinina]

Congrats on 500 followers Sam! You're so wonderful and deserve all the love in the world <3

For my dating card:

If I were an animal I would be a cat because I am small, dramatic, and love to sit in sunny windows.

My ideal night out would be going for dinner and drinks to de-stress and just hang out! For a day in, I want to make mimosas brunch and watch reality tv until my brain rots.

Three qualities I'm looking for: chill, dependable, and adventurous! (i need someone to get me out of the house lol)

I'm listening to anything by Lizzo 💅

My own personal idea of hell would be sitting on a boring zoom call for several hours with nothing else to entertain me, no phone, no drawing, no one else to talk to. I don't even like thinking about it.

I can't wait to see who my match is :)

Hi Amber! I’ve found the perfect match for you.

Captain Howzer shares your love for a nice sunny window! Despite his sometimes-extreme responsibilities, he’s a remarkably chilled out guy. Easy-going, forgiving and difficult to anger, Howzer’s outlook is endlessly uplifting even in the face of overwhelming stress. You can depend on him to be a grounding, sturdy presence no matter what comes your way. He gets along easily with most new people he meets, and you’ll find that travelling together is an exercise in seeing how many names you can remember before the day is out.

That’s why, for your date, I’m sending you to sunny Sesid! Beloved for its volcanic beaches, beautiful marine life and galaxy-renowned cocktails, Sesid is a tropical planet popular with travellers seeking some serious relaxation. The giant palms rival the varieties on Scarif and you’ll find beautiful carnivorous flowers large enough to lay inside of — not recommended. The two of you have a private cabana with an exquisite view of the smaller islands surrounding; you’ll be able to watch the sky change colours as you lay back and down a few Jedi Mind Tricks in the cool water. Howzer’s more of a fan of the old classic Pina Colada… and he’ll never say no to a Sex on the Beach.

Thank you for using Sam’s Star Wars Matchmaking Service™️! Please be advised your trip is subject to change based on seismic activity, oceanic disturbances and liqueur shortages. May the Spires Keep You! x

[rockinthebeastmode]

Hi! If I'm not late for the Angst/Fluff Prompt List thing: #22 you smell nice or #75 You deserve better. Thank you ♥

Hiya! So sorry for the lateness on this, I had the idea when you first sent it but didn’t work on it much til now. Hope you enjoy!

A/N: This is a little season one AU in Finn’s POV, including prompts from this list. The song mentioned is youtube-linked.

Distraction

Fucking hell, why couldn’t Archie break off his own plans?

Finn irritably parked his scooter and removed his helmet, shaking out his hair. He leaned down to the scooter’s mirror and fixed his fringe before frowning and rolling his eyes at his reflection.

Why am I trying to impress her? She don’t mean nought to me…

He took his helmet under his arm and headed towards the cafe, checking windows for the right place. He was sure he’d spotted her hair but the girl was wearing pink which really didn’t seem like Rae at all.

Finn sighed before reaching the door and entering, looking over the room.

He found her almost right away and he froze at the doorway for a split second before nodding his head to her and walking over.

Why was she dressed like Chloe…

He was relieved to see her leather jacket at least but she looked shaken and out of her element in the clothes. If she was surprised to see him, she hid it well enough with her worsening glare. Before he could even get out a greeting, she cut him off.

“What’re you doing here?” she groused, her body stiffening.

“Archer ain’t coming. He said to say…” he started quickly, “well, he said to say that really.” She slumped in her seat slightly and she frowned and nodded, looking straight ahead. Finn’s brow furrowed.

This wasn’t a date…right?

“Why’re you dressed like Chloe?” he asked abruptly, internally kicking himself.

“I’m not dressed like Chloe,” she responded quickly, still staring ahead. Finn felt his heart tighten at the shimmering of tears in her eyes..

He hastily sat down, setting his helmet to the side of the chair. Rae’s eyes widened before glancing at the other patrons. Finn attempted a smile when their eyes met and she crossed her arms.

“What the fuck are you doing,” she hissed, her shock turning to annoyance.

Finn suddenly wished he’d made a better first impression. Her glare felt like it could burn him alive. What the fuck was he doing?

He raised his brows, grabbing a menu from the table and waving it.

“Could use a brew,” he said casually, tamping down on his sudden nerves. Rae narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously. She stayed quiet as a waitress passed, glancing around the room. He caught the scent of her perfume with the draft.

Think of something, twat!

“You smell nice,” he blurted, his ears immediately burning.

Oh, that’s great, Finny. What the fuck was that?!

“Thanks?” she said, distrust still plain on her face.

He raised his menu in front of him, hiding his reddening cheeks.

“So what are you getting?” he forced out, clearing his throat.

“I’m not hungry,” she said quickly. He lowered his menu, meeting her eyes.

“Don’t be silly,” he shoved a menu towards her, raising a challenging brow at her when she opened her mouth to argue. She snatched it with a huff and raised it, hiding him from view.

Finn bit his lip, rubbing the back of his neck and laying down his menu. He was spared from attempting to speak again when the waitress appeared next to them. He rattled off his order, his eyes on Rae’s menu. There was a beat of silence before she laid it down and looked up. Her gaze stayed on the waitress as she ordered tea and water. 

When they were alone again, it was quiet as they kept their eyes anywhere but on each other. Over the speakers, something decent finally came on. Finn tapped out the beginning notes on the table, seeing Rae bobbing her head in his periphery. She mouthed the words and his eyes snapped to her, surprised.

Take me out tonight…where there’s music and there’s people and they’re young and alive…

“You know this song?” Finn asked, a bit incredulously. Rae rolled her eyes.

“I know my music,” she replied, her tone defensive. Finn nodded, his mouth twisted, surprised but impressed. She looked him over, nose scrunching a little.

“I’m sure you know as much about music as my mum,” Rae stated, smirking when Finn scoffed and leaned back in his chair. She raised a brow, her smirk widening to a devious smile.

“Of course a mardy bastard like you would be into The Smiths.”

His eyes narrowed at her and he bit back a retort. He noticed her eyes shining and his lips quirked into a semblance of a smile.

“Cheeky,” he grumbled, her smile widening further.

Jesus Christ. She was doing his head in but at least she was smiling. He reckoned he could handle some ribbing if it meant she didn’t look so goddamn sad.

Fucking Archie.

“Listen, Archer’s a dick for standing you up,” he started, wincing slightly when her face fell. “I’d have never done it if I knew it was a date,” he sighed, his brows raising earnestly. She shrugged, her lips forcing a smile but keeping her eyes low.

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” she mumbled, her cheeks turning pink. He leaned forward and waited for her gaze to meet his.

“You deserve better,” he insisted, resisting a blush when her small smile turned genuine, “If I was you, I’d stick a boot right up his arse,” he continued, grinning at her answering laugh. Both their faces turned to disgust when The Smiths faded out and Backstreet Boys followed, a group of girls across the room squealing at the sound.

“D’ya think we should leave,” he joked, his palms flat on the table like he meant to stand. She shook her head but grimaced.

“Might have to–save our hearing while we can,” she quipped, wrinkling her nose. He mirrored her and laughed as he stood, offering a hand after grabbing his helmet. She waved it off, sending a worried glance at the waitress. She followed him closely when he smiled smoothly at the waitress and turned to walk to the door. When they reached his scooter, he bounced his helmet between his hands and looked at Rae.

“Do you want a ride home?” Finn asked, his voice unwittingly hopeful. She shook her head, clasping her hands.

“The walk’s not bad,” she replied, blushing lightly. He nodded and straddled the scooter. He fiddled with his helmet strap, clearing his throat. Rae spoke a second later.

“Actually…could you take me to the leisure center?”

She grinned deviously, eyes sparkling when Finn nodded with a smirk.

“C’mon, girl,” he crowed, handing her the helmet and starting the engine. She gingerly got on behind him and butterflies erupted in his gut when her arms encircled his waist. He glanced down at her entwined hands on his stomach, a grin playing on his lips.

Thanks for the ask, lovely! 😘✌🏽💜

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Rae entered her old stomping ground, Town Records, and took in the familiar shelves before going straight for the rock section. She perused the selection, shortly finding the album she’d come for.

“I hope you weren’t planning on buying that.”

Rae looked up at the voice, taking in the leather jacket clad boy, his blue jeans tucked into boots and a rollie behind his ear. She shook herself to respond.

“What’s wrong with Blur?” she asked, raising a brow at him. He half-shrugged, taking a step closer to her.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” he assured, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in, partially getting in her space to reach.

“You’d be better off with this,” he finished, plucking a record from the shelf. Rae repressed a grin, seeing the familiar art of Oasis’ What’s the Story. She nodded seriously, taking it from him and weighing it in her hands.

“Too bad I already have it,” she said sweetly before dropping the record back into place. He narrowed his eyes at her, his mouth quirking.

“I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Finn,” he held out a hand to her, fixing his fringe with the other. Rae took his hand, tamping down on the butterflies in her stomach.

“It’s Rae,” she said, shaking his hand slowly. He held it a beat too long, their eyes locked.

“So, Rae...fancy a drink?”

Rae laughed incredulously, Finn’s smirk ever present.

“It’s 11 in the morning.”

“How about a Bloody Mary...or a mimosa?”

She shook her head, smiling, narrowing her eyes slyly.

“Are you even old enough to drink?”

“’Course. I’m 18, swear,” he insisted, smirk widening to a grin

“Maybe some other time,” she murmured, her cheeks darkening. She wagged her fingers in a wave and slid past him to leave. “It’s a small town...I’m sure we’ll run into each other eventually.”

[oldestwounds]

The elder man had to admit he was damn well pleased with himself. He accomplished his goal and he could only hope the surprise that he gave her later as a wedding present would get a similar reaction from her if not better. "Ya welcome. Ya deserve it." He confirmed with a small nod, a chuckle leaving him as her nose scrunched. A bright smile came to his face and showed his cosmetically assisted perfect toothy grin. "I'm jus glad yer not pissed I went in the kitchen when ya told me not to till today. He said with a light laugh, his large shoulders shrugging a bit. "Although, it was today." He mused before taking his hand and setting the card back onto the table. His hand went up to cup her neck and her cheek and he kissed her deeply, only pulling away when the sound of someone clearing their throat captured his attention. He turned, about to say something to the staff of bakers but they had excused themselves back into the kitchen while he had showed her everything, and instead Leslie was standing a few feet away holding a mimosa in one hand and a clipboard in the other. "Hi, Sir..." she paused, not even sure how to go about acknowledging the honey-haired brunette, and deciding not to at all. "I just brought your usual morning drink," her bright blue peaked down to the drink in her hand as she held it out before letting both her hands fall to hold the clipboard. "Some of the vendors and catering is here, just wondered if you were okay with starting to check them in?" She asked, offering him a tentative smile. He offered one back AMD gave a kurt nod. "Sure, let's get this shite set up." He commented with a small laugh aa he began to walk behind Leslie, his hand in Tessa's making him painfully aware of trying to purposely avoid his eyes from going to the blonde's ass. Had she worn his favorite dress on her, on purpose? Bloody hell. "All ya gotta do is check their shipments and shite, make sure it all matches the order forms and then sign for it." He instructed Tessa, making sure to keep his dark eyes off the phone.

This was officially Tessa’s favorite side she had seen of her husband. It seemed they had found some kind of honeymoon phase where everything was good, everything was fun, and not to mention his romantic gestures that kept her swept right off her feet. Even If he had his moments of being a royal asshole he always found a way to make it up to her. When his arm moved around her back, her hand moved instinctively to cup his cheek in her hand with confidence that he wouldn’t drop her. The kiss almost seemed too short for her liking. “I’m sure I will,” she replied through a soft giggle as she let Prince guide her along out of the room, rushing them down the stairs. She did as instructed and covered her eyes to again leave her trust in him a he guided them outside for the first of his surprises. Nothing has honestly ever been so cute, not a damn thing in the world. His excitement would have been enough of a present. When her hand did drop from her eyes, it quickly moved to cover the smile on her lips. “My days.. Prince this is beautiful! Really, quite incredible!” Tessa exclaimed as she approached the design to look closer to how he had set the sweet treats. He had been up doing this for how long? “You did all this? You made this happen?” She asked with excitement behind every word. No one had ever taken the time to do something like this, just so she didn’t have to do as much. Turning back to face him, Tessa practically jumped into his arms and took his face in her hands to hold him close in a kiss she hoped showed her gratitude.

Up until this moment if anyone would have asked Prince would have said that he was a relatively happy man. He could fuck any bird he wanted, had more money than he knew what to do with, was well connected, hell the bloke felt bloody invincible. But in that second when he saw Tessa’s face light up, he realized he hadn’t ever actually been happy. Yeah, content maybe, but happiness, he hadn’t even been skimming the surface of it. Her words had him beaming and when she jumped at him he caught her easily, strong arms wrapping around her middle. He returned her kiss, his lips tilted upward the entire time until he pulled away from her, leaning down to let her feet find the ground. “Ya like it?” he asked, a toothy grin that he couldn’t wipe away plastered on his face. “I asked the bakers ta come early today and they finished the last a everythin, and I made sure they followed yer recipe, promise.” he teased, bringing one finger up to ‘boop’ her nose. “And then we set it all up.” He turned his head to look at the display that he had helped put together. “C’mere,” he said, moving his hands from her waist to take one of her hands and guide her closer to the main table. In front of every dessert display there was a small card that stated what it was and beneath that, “Desserts Catered By: Tessa Michaels”