#LIKE I SAID u can still adopt and submit !!!!!

[dinoandguitar]

Hiii! Your stories are the cutest🥹 May I request a fluff Woozi story where he has a polar opposite partner who is too good for this world and one day he gets a message from them asking him not to be mad because they got injured trying to save a kitten or something😅 thank you!!

"You're Lucky I Love You"

BF!LeeJihoon (WOOZI) x Fem!Reader

Genre: Pure Fluff! Protective Woozi. Black cat X Orange cat/Sunshine

Warnings: Mentions of slight injuries. (Slightly injured reader and cat), Stressed out Woozi.

A/N : Hi! I'm so glad you liked them! 🫶🏾 Thank you so much for the request. Hope you like it :) Please feel free to submit more!

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Being with you was like literally dating sunshine. You were all laughter, wide-eyed wonder, and stubborn kindness… the type to apologise after bumping into chairs and cry over sad commercials.

And Jihoon? W3ll, he was like a black cat who pretended not to care, yet he watched your every step, hovered close enough to catch you if you stumbled, and loved you so much it terrified him sometimes. And he would, without a doubt, move mountains for you if you asked.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

One time, He was at the studio late, fingers busy over his laptop, when your name popped up on his screen.

[❤️]: hiiii Ji pls don’t be mad

[❤️]: i maybe kinda slipped… uhm..trying to save a kitten?

[❤️]: but its ok!!! tiny scratch only!!

[❤️]: i love u so much <3

Jihoon blinked at the screen for a full second, then exhaled slowly through his nose.

Of course.

Of course it was a kitten.

Of course you got yourself hurt.

He called you immediately without a second thought.

You picked up on the first ring, voice a little too soft.

"Hey, Ji! Don’t freak out-"

"Where are you?" he said, already shutting his laptop.

"At the animal clinic down the street. But seriously, it’s nothing!" You giggled softly, that sweet, mischievous sound that normally melted him. But right now, it just made him rub his forehead.

"Stay there. I’m coming."

"You don’t have to! I can walk home, promise-"

"Baby," he said firmly. "Stay."

You let out a tiny "okay," and he could picture you pouting already.

He smiled despite himself, grabbed his jacket, and headed out.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You were waiting on the curb when he got there, a tiny black kitten bundled up in your hoodie and your sneakers scuffed from who knows what chaos you’d gotten yourself into. The moment you saw him, you lit up like the sun.

"Babyyyy" you sang, waving.

He quickened his pace.

His eyes swept over you automatically, bandaged knee, a few scratches, nothing serious.

You were still bouncing on your heels, grinning like you hadn’t almost given him a heart attack.

"Come here," he grumbled.

You practically skipped into his arms, careful not to squish the kitten, and Jihoon automatically tucked you against him with one arm.

He scowled down at you.

"You’re a menace."

"I’m a hero," you said, showing him the kitten proudly. (Simba style). The kitten mewed weakly, looking at Jihoon with sparkling eyes.

Jihoon sighed.

He looked you over again, checking your hands, your arms, the bump on your knee.You winced slightly when he brushed over a scrape on your palm.He gave you a look.

"Did you even go to the doctor?"

"The vet patched me up," you said sheepishly. "He was very nice."

Jihoon muttered something under his breath and carefully pulled you toward the car."Come on. Let’s get you home before you adopt a whole zoo."You bounced happily beside him.

"Can we keep him?" you asked, wide-eyed.

He glanced down at the tiny kitten. It was scruffy and shaking a little, but it meowed determinedly at him.

Jihoon groaned. Again.

"You’re lucky I love you."

You beamed. "And you love him too!"

"I tolerate him," he said, trying to suppress a smile from seeing the look of excitement on your face.

(He already knew he was to buy cat food on the way home.)

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A/N : AJSJJSJAJS LOVED WRITING THIS SM! Hope ya'll like it. My requests are open :)

[milkoomi]

hii milkoomi, hope you're doing great<33

i was wondering if you would have any inputs on how to get out of a procrastination slump, i feel as though whenever i have college work and need to go consistently i'm in a pretty good cycle. but when i have longer periods of break, it can sometimes be difficult to have that same self discipline and keep myself accountable. i end up submitting things super last minute and i'm starting to piss myself off LMAO. if you would have any advice on the same it would be really helpful<3 thank u!!

omg hi angel!! thank you so much for sending in an ask! i’m doing pretty well and i hope you’re doing amazing!! 🤍

students vs procrastination: the winner is obvious. ᥫ᭡

trust me when i say this, but i’ve been a HUGE procrastinator all throughout my entire academic career up until the start of this current spring semester! so i know what it’s like putting off completing assignments til the last minute! it’s a major struggle and i feel like it can actually be pretty debilitating since it can cause so much crippling stress. it’s one of the students’ toughest battles, but guess what? the student always wins! and i wanna share how i personally won my own battle!

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — “if you have the time to do it now, DO IT!”

my mom always told me this ever since i was a kid, and she was completely right and i wish i had listened to her when i was younger so that i didn’t have to deal with being a procrastinator for majority of my academic career.

seriously, if you have the time right in that moment, start working on and finishing up what needs to get done!

since i only work two days out of the week, i used my days off to work on assignments. most of my homework is online and my professor would open up the modules every sunday at 8am and if i didn’t have anything going on on sundays, i’d get started on my assignments as soon as possible! if not, that following monday was used to get my homework done.

if you have even an hour of down-time, use that hour to get tasks done!

୨ৎ — the pomodoro method

god, i don’t even remember how many times i’ve mentioned/talked about this method, but it seriously changed the game for me when it was time for me to start working on my studies!

if you’re unfamiliar with this method, it’s essentially a time-management method that allows you to work for a set amount of time and take breaks in between the times you work!

i know you said you struggled with taking longer breaks and resuming your work, so incorporate this method into your study routine! you’re still getting the much needed breaks you need while also having the time to focus on your school work!

time examples: 25 minutes of work/5 minute breaks or 50 minutes of work/10 minute breaks

୨ৎ — be firm with yourself

i believe treating yourself with constant kindness and genuine gentle pushes is the way to go, but sometimes we need to be firm with ourselves and really teach ourselves discipline.

i’m not saying you have to punish yourself if you don’t get things done, but provide yourself a solid schedule where you set aside time during your day to get work done or where you have designated days for getting assignments/studying done!

being firm with yourself is also adopting a “i want to get this done now” mindset. a change in the way you think and view your assignments and studies could honestly be all that you might need!

change “i have to” to “i get to”

change “i need to” to “i want to”

i think we all need a reminder sometimes that our education is a privilege; not everyone is as fortunate as us to be able to get an education. so remembering that we’re extremely lucky to be able to receive an education can also be a great motivator to getting your school work done!

final notes —

i will always stress the importance of taking breaks from your studies because you need them! but it’s also important that you figure out the best time management strategy for yourself! learning to do so was the best thing to happen to me academics wise, and i know it’s a pretty cliché piece of advice, but it seriously does make a difference!

incorporate the pomodoro method into your study/school work routine! come up with a study/work schedule for yourself! and, of course, push yourself to get things done! i know we all need an extra nudge, but at the end of the day it’s up to you to give yourself that push of motivation because you’re the one who has to do the work!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[adoptakoc]

[ admin ava ] HI i’m popping in again to say the help section of this blog is temporarily closed !! long story short , i’m a student , my grades are slipping , and this blog takes up a bigger chunk of my time than you’d think !!

you can 100% still adopt / submit groups / ocs to be adopted !! that’s originally what i started this blog for after all , and that isn’t nearly as time consuming as all the asks i get for help !!

if you’d like , i can redirect you guys in the direction of some other help blogs , but for now thanks for understanding !!!! <33

[protagonistpolling]

DRAMA IS HAPPENING IN THIS COURTROOM

Why should you vote for these characters?

Why should you vote for Phoenix Wright? (3)

"Cross examined a parrot, ate a glass necklace containing poison, seemingly immune to death in any form, just an all-around chaotic force of nature dear god"

"He is so so silly. He ate a glass bottle that contained traces of poison (and was fine) on purpose. Look at any of his college days "feenie" sprites (with the pink sweater). He adopted a kid at 26. He was punched into unconsciousness by an 8 year old. He's kind he's annoying he's a bitch. He still uses a Nokia phone, held together by tape. He wears a pendant with his daughters picture in it. Said daughter is a magician who's also a human lie detector. He's bisexual. He's transgender. He fell off a burning bridge. He has it all"

Why should you vote for Layton and Luke? (1)

"You say there's a tournament with all the 'good guys'? How strange. Actually, that reminds me of a puzzle..." *throws a box of matches at your face* *because more than two matchsticks were moved, you lost the puzzle*

Why should you vote for Miles Edgeworth? (1)

because this anon was nice to me

Why should you vote for Apollo Justice? (3)

"he’s transgender and spikes his hair up with gel every morning and accidentally has an incredibly rare male calico cat."

"Hes SO DESPERATE to prove himself. And SO LOUD. He WILL get u acquitted of criminal charges but also have an anxiety attack while court is in session."

!!!!!!!!!!!SPOILERS FOR APOLLO!!!!!!!! "I'm sure plenty of people have submitted Phoenix so I'm putting a word in for Apollo. I saw someone describe him as someone who has invented the "Most Normal Guy" award and is trying his best to win it, and that description is very accurate. He has a magic lie detector bracelet. He shouts a lot to train his "chords of steel". Everyone thinks he's a teenager when he's actually 22. He punched Phoenix Wright in the face once. The detective on most of his cases throws her snacks at him. His best friend is a 15 year old who is actually his sister but neither of them know this. He has at least three backstories that don't TECHNICALLY contradict each other but you can tell they were all made up on the spot. After his three backstories he decided to become a lawyer for some reason. And despite it all, he's STILL the most normal person in the entire series. Nobody is doing it like him."

[darkmulti]

Having twins with y!jk so you run away because he wasn’t stable enough to be a dad, but he gets angry and forced u to come back.

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: HEAVY YANDERE BEHAVIOUR, NON CON-ISH

-> uhh, this is kinda dark. Don’t proceed if you’re not comfortable and I definitely do not condone this kind of behaviour. This is all FICTIONAL!

When you were having pregnancy symptoms, you started re-thinking all your life choices

If you hadn’t gone to that bar on that night, maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation

You ended up getting kidnapped by a drug lord, psychopath who’s obsessed with you

He never let you out of his sight

Even if he was on a mission, he had cameras installed to watch you

The man even forced you to marry him because he liked the idea of calling you his wife

no one besides him was allowed to talk to you

You were going insane talking to yourself

anytime you talk to him, it would end up with you under him crying his name

You’ve been “with” him for 3 years now

You’ve been married to him for 2 years

The first year was hell

He didn’t allow you to leave the basement and “forgot” to feed you often

He fucked you every night for hours without stopping

He had so much anger stored up in him and it was taken out on you

You were absolutely terrified of him

He did not communicate well

He had rough sex with you anytime you pissed him off or if he was angry in general

Jungkook was cold and strict

He was so used to getting what he wants, he didn’t know how to get you other than forcing you

The pain would increase everytime so, you ended up submitting yourself out of fear

Jungkook would degrade you and make you feel worthless which was hurting you a lot

However, it did get a little better after submitting yourself

He let you out of the basement

You got meals everyday and you were allowed to wander the house

You share a room and bathroom with him like any other couple

After submitting, he wanted to get married and you had no choice but to agree

If you didn’t agree, he’d probably torture you for the rest of your life

After agreeing, he planned a huge wedding and paid for everything

It was a big day for both of you

Of course Jungkook had to go over the top

Other than family (on Jungkook’s side) mafias, politicians, world leaders, CEOs were all attending the wedding

After the wedding he took you on a beautiful honeymoon

That time of your life was the best

He was gentle and sweet

It was like he turned into a new person

But it soon ended when you both returned from the honeymoon

It was back to being a living sex doll for him

You needed to tell Jungkook that you have no more pills but he left early in the morning

You got up and had a pretty normal day until he came home

When he arrived, you got up to hug him, but he pushed you to the floor and yelled at you

“FUCK! THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!”

You didn’t know what he was talking about but you apologized anyways just in case

“I’m sorry! P- Please, I- I don’t know what I did b-but I’m r-really sorry!” You said, sobbing

He pulled you up and slammed your face against the wall before pulling down your skirt and panties

He rammed in without lub, earning a struggled scream from you

He dominated you completely

You were shaking in fear

Your legs went numb and you collapsed on the floor

He left you there on the floor and went upstairs

If you told him now, he would definitely be angry with you

A couple days later, you were having pregnancy symptoms so you put two and two together

You kept your pregnancy a secret for as long as you could

Luckily, Jungkook was going out of the country due to a heist he planned

Since he was leaving, he added extra security to make sure you won’t runaway during that time

Jungkook was extremely stressed about the hesit so the last thing he needed was you running away from him

But you of course took this as your chance to leave as well

You booked a bus ticket on Jungkook’s computer and printed the ticket out

You took all the cash you could find and left

You manage to fool his security somehow and escape to the bus stop

You couldn’t go to the police either because they had some kind of alliance

You knew Jungkook would be right on your ass after you escaped because of all the security cameras he has

Plus he could look at the computer and printer history to see where your bus was going

But you had a couple hours head start

somehow with the couple hundred dollars you had, you manage to escape from him until your two sons were born

You moved cities about three times until you were 8 months pregnant

While you were pregnant you worked three jobs to save as much as you could

Then you opened a bank account with your children’s name, not your own or else Jungkook could track you down

You put all your earnings into that bank account and depended on it for survival

You were living in a small, cheap apartment with your two sons

You went on maternity leave so your jobs were still paying you a little bit

You only went out when necessary

It seemed impossible

You had absolutely nothing but your boys kept you going

You wouldn’t eat for days because you were afraid of spending too much

You wanted to go to the food bank to get some food but it’s a hassle to get the kids ready and take them on the bus

It was hard and dangerous so you’d rather not eat until it was necessary

You thought to yourself that you may have it hard now, but at least you’re away from Jungkook

Well that all came crashing down when he broke in your apartment at midnight with his men

You were petrified

You grabbed your kids and hid them in the closet

They were crying but you quickly hushed them and covered them with your clothes before going at to Jungkook and begging for forgiveness

He was angry of course

He was about to slap you but he heard a child’s cry which made him stop

Jungkook raised his eyebrow before pushing you out of the way and going towards the crying

You quickly get in front of the closet and beg him not to hurt his own children

“Get out of my way! You’ve already done enough! What are you hiding from me?!”

He opened your closet door only to see the boys crying

Jungkook noticed how they looked exactly like him

“So this is why you left? I was a dad this whole time.”

“I’m s-sorry. I thought you’d hurt me or the kids.”

“SO YOU DECIDED TO LEAVE ME WITH MY KIDS?!” He yelled, making the kids cry harder along with you

“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t kn-know what to do.” You sobbed

“Jungkook you can hurt me all you want, but don’t hurt our kids, p-please. I did everything for them. D-don’t hurt them please.”

“Take the kids in the car. I have to talk to her.”

His men took them away and you both were left

You were still hesitant about your kids leaving without you, but you couldn’t do anything

You started to breathe normally and spoke

“Jungkook please. I regret everything. I’m sorry. It was hard for me to make the decision but I really thought you were going to hurt our kids. Please don’t hurt them. Please. I’ll do anything. You can kill me if you’d like but please promise me that you’ll t-take care of them.”

He closed the room door and walks towards you

You knew exactly where this was going

And you submitted yourself again

His men took your kids back to his place while he fucked you non-stop

Jungkook had never been this rough with you

You were so hungry and feeling a thick cock thrusting in your empty stomach hurt so badly

But the entire time you were thinking about your kids

You’re doing this for them

It’s okay if you get hurt as long as they are safe

You were slowing losing yourself

Your body was low on energy

Jungkook was completely dominating you

He pinned you down and fucked your empty stomach for as long as he could

He kept telling you that he’s going to take your kids away from you and put them up for adoption so you started to cry harder

“Jungkook please! Don’t do that please! You can use me h-however you want, b-but don’t... don’t t-take them away from me.”

Jungkook was only scaring you

He wanted to keep his sons as well but seeing you so hurt turned him on

He fucked you until the sun came up then pulled out and collapsed on top of you

“This is just the beginning of your punishment. Just wait until we get home.”

[laurenmiki06]

I posted 2,016 times in 2022

That's 2,016 more posts than 2021!

106 posts created (5%)

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I tagged 191 of my posts in 2022

#cuphead - 26 posts

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#followers - 25 posts

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Longest Tag: 97 characters

#i dont like how this came out but i spent too long on it to let it go to my recycle bin hfjsdhfjs

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Spy x Family!!!

Yesterday, I've noticed a great anime made from a famous manga called "Spy x Family". I think this anime is still making more episodes... Anyways, I knew about this anime when I crossed over a post on Tumblr showing a trailer of this movie a long time ago. The story looked pretty impressive so yesterday (18th June), I watched some episodes with Eng sub. And yes, I was amazed how amazing the anime is.

For ppl who don't know about the anime, this anime is an adaptation of the popular and well-known manga which has the same name "Spy x Family". The story is about a Westalian number 1 spy whose codename is Twilight going on a mission called Operation Strix to investigate a some-sort-of-secret organisation, to which its headmaster is what he targets, because he is the reason that might break out war between two countries Westalis and Ostania. It is said that the headmaster is easily targeted at a famous school called the Eden Academy. To succeed his mission, he must have a family so that his child can enter that academy and he can find out the secret to stop in time. So he changed his identity as Loid Forger and has an adoptive girl from an orphanage named Anya who possesses the ability of reading ppl's mind and his "wife" Yor who is an assassin whose codename is Thorn Princess. They lived together as a "family" so Anya can study at school which requires a lot of elegance and other qualifications from students for the entrance exam. A lot of surprises await for us...

Ooh 'kay, that seems to spoil a lot about the anime, so pls go watch if you're interested in. Here's the link, there are currently 17 eps, more coming soon

👨‍👩‍👧Next🕵🏻

13 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#4

the story we all wanted our parents to tell

15 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#3

Horray for five followers!!!

I just wanted to say Tysm for my first 5 followers on Tumblr <3 I appreciate it a lot! I love u guys UwU

My wonderful followers, they are amazing ;)))

@cheezbot @ashanimates @xxxhotdogxxx1 @gregfagan3446 @brendanjtjiminez1297

16 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#2

Shout out to FNF newest mods!!!

So FNF Twinsomnia released last week, and it was pretty sweet and the characters are so cute <3, even though I haven't played it... yet. But I've listened to the songs and watch the video of the mod ;) Go play it now! (Don't click the zip to downlad, use the google drive!)

Once upon a time, in a universe far far away a young Boyfriend FNF sits on his very large bed, and then wacky shenanigans ensued

FNF Vs. Nenna was out a few days ago, and it soon became pretty popular as we will face one of the popular FNF gamer, Forever Nenna!! Go check it out!

Boyfriend and Girlfriend visit the Gaming-Youtuber "Forever Nenaa". They ask Nenaa to sing with them, however Nenaa tries to decline them because she's too busy making videos. Now it's up to BF and GF to show Nenaa that it's ok to take breaks and do something good for yourself! Will Nenaa realize that? Find it out!

FNF DDTO - Bad ending released! I haven't played it yet. Go check it out!

WARNING - This mod features the following: >Strong horror content >Flashing lights

We do not recommend you play this mod if either of these things make you uncomfortable.

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My #1 post of 2022

OMG OMG OMG!!!

OMG!!! Guys, I almost reach 10 followers!!! 1 more to go!!!

My 2 new followers: @blakemuller9615 and @cherryappels

30 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →💖💖💖

OMG Guys!!! This is surprisingly new to me! I've just found this💖

Well, 2022 is almost over, so see you again in 2023💖

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

Firewhiskey Lips

CW: not really nsfw, but just some brief mentioning of nipple caressing during a make out scene

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Hermione shifted in her seat, her eyes boring into her half-full cup. The contents were firewhiskey, and even though she despised the stuff, she contemplated slamming it just so she could have as good a time as everyone else appeared to be having.

Hermione switched her gaze and viewed the room at large. It had been Ernie Macmillan’s idea, a house unity party for the eighth years, to get everyone more social, she guessed. She hadn’t even wanted to come in the first place, but Harry and Ron practically begged her too. Now, as she watched a drunken Harry snog Malfoy in a corner, she regretted not hexing them to leave her alone.

She crossed her legs and stared longingly at the door, and just when she had decided to simply leave and return to her dormitory, someone slid into the seat next to her, causing her to jump.

“Granger.” A smooth voice said, one that Hermione instantly recognized with a taste of displeasure.

She swiftly turned her head, and it was just as she had thought: Pansy bloody Parkinson was leering at her over the top of her own cup. Hermione folded her arms, ready to ask her what the hell she wanted, but her words quickly died in her throat.

Parkinson looked rather interesting tonight.

Parkinson looked rather pretty tonight.

She was wearing a tight black tank top that stretched across her chest, and as Hermione looked for a bit longer it become apparent that she was not wearing a bra. Averting her eyes downwards to not make it seem as though she was staring, she saw that Parkinson was wearing a dark-green leather mini-skirt that was undoubtedly shorter than the standard Hogwarts ones. Combined with a pair of black fishnets and combat boots, Hermione simply couldn’t tear her gaze away, and she swallowed anxiously, all her nerve gone.

“Like what you see?” Parkinson drawled, startling Hermione back to reality. She slammed the rest of her cup and gently placed it on the table next to her, leaning closer to Hermione.

Hermione blushed furiously as Parkinson got closer, scooting away from the dark-haired slytherin. She shook her head slightly and narrowed her eyes at her, having regained her composure.

“What the hell do you want, Parkinson?” Hermione said seethingly, hoping that her voice accurately displayed her irritation.

Parkinson laughed and locked bloodshot eyes with her, toying with her shimmering necklace as she smirked.

“It’s truly quite hilarious, really, that after all this time, all these years that we’ve been at this bloody school,” she leaned still closer, so that her face was inches from Hermione’s, the scent of too much firewhiskey on her breath making it clear that she was at least partially drunk. “Anything I say still manages to get a rise out of you. And please, I think you can call me Pansy by now.”

Hermione’s nostrils flared, as she realized that Parkinson, Pansy, wasn’t entirely wrong. She took a deep breath before she responded to calm herself.

“You still haven’t answered my question. What. Do. You. Want.” She said in the coldest tone she could manage.

Pansy bit her lip.

“I want you.”

Hermione didn’t know if it was the little alcohol she had consumed, or the fuck-it attitude that she’d somewhat adopted over this year, but before she knew it, she had tossed her cup to the floor and smashed her lips against Pansy’s.

She hated the girl, she despised her, but somehow, that made everything about her taste so much better. They breathed heavily against each other as they dove in and out, Hermione letting her teeth bite Pansy’s lip, the taller girl moaning a bit in response. Hermione was normally repulsed by the flavor of firewhiskey, but tasting the fierce cinnamon flavor combined with the pure taste of Pansy Parkinson had her thirsty for more. They continued their passionate exchange, and it was clear that neither girl could get enough.

Hermione slowly lifted Pansy’s tight tank top top to gently rest her own fingers around the short-haired girl’s pale waist. Her fingers were cold, and Hermione took pleasure in the way Pansy’s skin tensed up at the intimate touch. From there, she worked her way up, until her hands were cupping Pansy’s unrestricted breasts, and she began to run her fingers in a circular motion around her nipples. Pansy then gave a quiet gasp that only Hermione could hear, but she reveled in it nonetheless.

Hermione could hear her lightly panting, but Pansy moved closer to her ear, whispering, “My turn.”

All of a sudden, the power that Hermione had once had in this exchange was yanked out from beneath her, and Pansy laughed haughtily at her clear surprise.

“Oh, did you really think you were the one in control here, Granger? How naïve. Let me show how a Slytherin does it right,” she all but growled into her ear, and Hermione felt a shiver creep up her spine. 

Hermione was quick to learn that when Pansy was in control, she was by no means gentle. She had started by giving Hermione rough hickeys all over her neck and collarbone, each bite and suck giving her more ecstasy than the last. In the back of her mind, Hermione knew that she was going to have a real job charming the hickeys away before anyone else saw later, but she didn’t care right now. Honestly, she didn’t care about anything right now, she just let her mind focus on how good it felt to be bitten by Pansy Parkinson.

She experienced fulfillment like never before, and she wanted to tell Pansy not to stop, but all that managed to escape from her lips were occasional moans. It ended all too soon though, as Pansy had harshly pulled away right after Hermione had groaned once more.

Pansy removed herself from her lap, and Hermione found herself missing her firewhiskey-induced breath as soon as she had gotten up. Both girls eyed each other for a moment, before Pansy swiftly turned on her heels and started to walk away.

Hermione could’ve sworn she heard her whisper, “Until next time.”

She watched her disappear into the enormous crowd once more, leaving Hermione alone with her slowly decreasing heart rate and semi-rapid breathing. She could still taste the other girl’s flavor on her lips.

Hermione had no idea what in Merlin had just happened, but she knew one thing, and it was that she sincerely hoped that would not be her last encounter with the infamous Pansy Parkinson.

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A/N: woah another one-shot so soon??????? on a roll babeyyyyyyyyyy ok so anyways I looked up tips on how to write kissing scenes and stuff so i hope it wasn’t horribly cringe to read lmao. as always u r welcome to submit requests for stories in my inbox!!!!! adiós!!! REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER IF U HAVENT TODAY OKAY!!!! I LOVE YOU !!!

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This is a Yunho fic!

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You met San at a compulsory public speaking class, where only you both had to attend for grades; it was filled with nerds who came voluntarily. And your bond begin with bored out glances at each other and loud sighs exchanged. And after that you guys hung out a lot, went to get coffee while doing homework, caught rides with each other, and waved whenever your paths crossed.

You met Yunho when San wanted you to meet his friends that he wouldn’t stop talking about, which made you slightly jealous; you yearned for a bond like that. You pushed that thought away, nothing good comes with jealousy. And while San and his friends would go about their own business, you would stick to the side-lines, not knowing what to say or do, even though they try their best to include you.

Yunho would be the one to keep you company, actively telling you about his day and attentively listen when you were asked about yours. He would also help you study and take you out to grab coffee when San would be too busy.

Anyone would be a fool to not fall for Yunho, with his smile that make his eyes crinkle at the corners, teeth on display, fluffy hair. Who wouldn’t fall for him, at least you could keep it inside, and no one had to know.

“Look at Yunho in this picture, he looks so handsome” San shows you the pictures from your quick break before the exams to the arcade. You take a glance, damn. You know that the moment you open your mouth, you’re screwed.

“Hmm”

“I don’t like it when you’re vague” 

“Yes Yunho is cute” That’s all you plan on saying anyways, but you had to panic, because what if San thinks you’re not commenting on it too much and picks up that you’re crushing on Yunho? Ok, so you were overthinking.

“Too cute that it’s impossible he exists, I mean I see him every day but it’s not like I believe he’s real, there is a limit to being cute and all. I mean a recreation of a Greek god- I mean he should be a Greek God himself-”

You were cut short by San’s exploding laughter and as you voice your confusion to him, he still laughs until you violently shake him-

“Yah! Why are you laughing?”

He finally calms down enough to tell you-

“Just say you have a crush on him”

You open your mouth to deny-

“Admit it~” He says scrolling through his phone again.

You huff out, San was your best (read: only) friend, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, so you nod the tiniest bit, and San grins from ear to ear.

“I mean, I didn’t see it coming, but when you started rambling off like that, it was obvious.”

You sigh.

“You tell this to anyone, I will personally murder you”

“Sure sure”

And after that, he thankfully let you change the topic.

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Ever since then, whenever you’d meet Yunho, right after that, you’d whip out your phone to text San; something vague like-

“He’s wearing a red sweater”

“He dyed his hair blue!”

“Kill me”

And then you’d go home and text San about how a person; a human, cannot simply be so beautiful, and ramble off about him.

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“But sir, I don’t have an email” You tell the professor, who has just asked to submit your assignment by mail.

“Don’t whine to me, and make one, is there a student your age without email? How do you have social media accounts?”

“I don’t have them” you reply

“Just make one, it’s extremely useful, and won’t take much of your time” He said, in a brushing off manner, guess he doesn’t believe you.

You nod and sigh as you leave to the next class. If you can’t whine to your professor, you can whine to Yunho. Who listens to the whole thing like the god damn angel he is, and as you open your phone to create one, he gently coaxes it out of your hand, asks you if it’s okay if he creates one for you instead and when you nod he turns his attention to the phone, while you’re just dumbly staring at your hand, where Yunho’s hand made contact with yours.

“Look, I sent my self a mail using yours, lets chat on mail for a while, you can get used to it” He says, you nod, and talk for a while, and then Yunho had to go. You wave at him while he leaves and you text San.

“What’s your mail?”

And when you finally get it, you send him a mail.

URGENT: JEONG YUNHO TOUCHED MY HAND, I REPEAT JEONG YUNHO TOUCHED MY HAND, MOM COME PICK ME UP PLEASE.

I MEAN HE WAS FABULOUS TODAY TO, IF IT WASN’T OBVIOUS; HIS HAIR WAS SO SOFT I CLIKED A PIC, LOOK:

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DO ME A FAVOUR, WHEN I DIE, SIT ON THE VERY SAME CHAIR HE’S SITTING ON, LOOK AT THE SAME DEIRECTION HE’S LOOKING AT AND BURY ME THERE, WHILE YOUR AT IT PRINT THIS ON MY GRAVESTONE.

WHEN I DIE PLEASE TELL HIM I LOVE HIM IN THE OTHER WAY.

BYEBYE

Later that day you get a reply from San saying that you’re too dramatic and an email from Yunho, which you didn’t think much about the time. He was the one who wanted to talk in mail, so you open it and-

And you realise you accidently send it to him too.

*cue freak out*

“So I must have send it to him too-” San blinks at you for a while and then-

Laughs at your face saying random things like

“This is gold”

“Nonononono”

“Never in my life- never”

At this point, you think he’s just spewing English vines that he’s been watching a bit too much to be considered healthy. And now you’re overcome with sadness, and as soon as he notices, he starts apologising and you bow you head, you think you look like a rag doll, and then cry. And san runs circles on you back, occasionally tucking strands of hair behind you ear and wait till you finish.

After a good while of snot- running type of crying, puffy eyes and ringing ears, you start to ramble, a habit that got you here in the first place.

“I don’t think I’m ready for rejection, I mean I was perfectly fine watching him from the side-lines. Heck I would watch him get married and I’d probably say nothing, like I’m not dying inside, proceed to get married, I’m crying tears of happiness-”

“What makes you so sure that he’s going to reject you?”

“I don’t know ok? But this isn’t a movie, he sees me as a friend and I had to go and catch feelings for him.”

San sighs.

“So, what’re you going to do now?”

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It was hard, but you finally managed to blackmail San to help you avoid Yunho situations.

“And how long do you plan to do this?”

“Until my plane ticket and Visa to Alaska are approved and I change my name to Veronica Fall”

He looks at you, and the look speaks for itself, you’re being dramatic. You raise your arms in mock surrender and flop on top of the bed.

“Tomorrow everyone is hanging out, Yunho will be there, you coming?”

You pointedly grin at his cheeky expression, and he mimics the way you had surrendered just a few moments ago.

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You stare at the response you had given to all the missed calls from Yunho.

I’m busy

Sorry, I was showering

I’m going to be busy for a while.

And you watch as the three dots move, and then stop and then move again, you feel as if your heartbeat moves along with those dots, stopping when it disappears, and then finally a response.

We need to talk, I gave you your time, and it’s not fair.

You feel like this is a new side of Yunho you haven’t seen, an assertive one. And you realise, just because you’re a coward, doesn’t mean that you can leave Yunho in the dark, even though you have fears of Yunho leaving you, getting awkward; deep down, you know, that Yunho, he’d never treat your feelings as something useless. And that makes you feel more in love.

And who knows unrequited love may not be so bad, maybe, just maybe; for Yunho it might not be so bad.

Fine

After sending the last text, you get up to clean the place, take out boxes littered about, and books and papers all lying about that you haven’t cared to put away. You do the dishes, and tie your hair into a pony, you’re distracting yourself from the real problem of facing him, for now you let yourself do it; later, you can scream at yourself.

And a right when you reach for the broomstick that you had tucked in deep behind the storage room; you hear a knock at your door.

You don’t think much about it, until you open the door. Low and behold; Yunho was standing at the doorway, a determined look on his face and he walks past you into the house.

You can’t help but think; geez, come on in. But you’re just salty.

And he opens his phone and shows it at your face, too close to read, practically in between your eyes, its touching your nose too. And you’re the dramatic one.

“Explain; explain this email, that was, I figure, supposed to be sent to San, explain why you’ve been avoiding me and my calls, and wherever I go right after I replied to this, I’m not going or letting you go until you do.”

And his voice cracks at the end bit, but you don’t notice, you’re in a bubble of thinking; thinking how to phrase this, just overthinking; maybe.

And moments which feel like hours pass, and you decide to do this the ripping off the band aid way. But it turned out more like the ramble it off way

“I like you? No, no that came out wrong… I love you? Yes, I’m pretty sure I love you, and don’t worry I know you’re not into me that way-”

And you don’t know what really happened; there was a hand on your face, right under your nose, and he was right in front of you.

“Sometimes, everything you say is nonsense.” He breathes, you open your mouth to respond, and he applies more pressure with his palm, to keep you quiet. You can’t help but think of the way your lips mouthed at his palm, not the time; not the time at all.

And then he continues.

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear that, the moment I got that email, it took me a few minutes to understand, but when I did, I already pictured our five adopted cats, not gonna lie”

Your eyes widen in shock, did he just indirectly say he like you back, in the form of cats? This is why you fell for him in the first place.

“Did I creep you out? I must have creeped you out, forget I said that.”

And you laugh behind his palm, and he slowly removes it, moves it to your shoulder, drags it down the length of your arm, and interlocks it with your hand, a sweet smile on his face, the contagious one, so it’s only law that you smile back, teeth and all, since you can’t hold it back.

“We should go on a date.”

“That; we must.”

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You were on one of your many dates, too wind up in each other to not notice the others who also wanted to hang out with you, you totally kept the news from San; you and Yunho are in this together, so he needs to also be comfortable with telling San, after a lot of thinking, you both settle on letting them find out, which may take years to get in their daft heads, but for now, you both have put fate in them.

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San caught on way too quickly, the moment you enter the café and sit down, he says-

“So you’re not moving to Alaska? Or is your husband; Yunho moving with you?”

You blush and look down-

“Look, I can explain-”

And he breaks into a wide grin,

“I’m happy for ya”

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You and Yunho were scrolling through many of the messages you have send to San; the ones fawning over Yunho, as much as he likes to get you flustered, he himself also gets flustered, so it’s a win-win situation.

“They haven’t caught on yet” you suddenly say.

It’s true, other than San none of them have caught on yet that you both have been dating, and that’s kind of weird, since it’s been almost a whole year.

But it’s not like you’re gonna sit them down and tell them. You and Yunho have a better plan.

Well you have a better plan.

“-and they walk in on us!”

“…..”

“Or not?”

“No”

You end up inviting them over for dinner, and as they take their first bites, you happily chirp in that you’re dating and Yunho adds that you’re moving in with, leaving everyone to choke on their food, except San, who had a cocky expression, which soon turned into a choking fit, who’s cocky now?

And Wooyoung looks up, and goes “Wait, you’re serious” and continues choking, this time on nothing.

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[showstoppingdumbass]

Learn how to Love - Curtwen

Based on the prompt: “Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the “girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft” and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard” au prompt I found on here. I just wanted to write more for these boys since I finished my last monster of a oneshot. Hope y’all enjoy. Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2181610 (the names different there. I decided to change it here)

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Curt Mega was not a sappy person.

He worked as a detective, of course he wasn’t. He had never quite really taken a step back to admire what he had before they were gone.

His mother was one of those things.

When she died, Curt was brought back to the harsh reality that life sucks, and it’s not getting better any time soon.

That was months ago. This is now. Now, every Sunday (that was her favorite day) he walked down from his tiny apartment in Manhattan to the local graveyard to spend time with her, something he wished he had done more of when she was still living.

He always intended to bring flowers, but he quite often forgot. That was how he started the odd habit of grabbing flowers from a certain house’s garden.

He wasn’t sure who lived in the house; had never seen them. But, the flowers were very pretty, and there were many there that his mom loved, so Curt accepted whatever punishment he might get one day and stole a couple. It become routine, steal the flowers, see Mom, maybe cry a little, and then go home to the apartment that barely felt like home. Home was with her, not some cramped apartment in Manhattan.

It was a particularly somber day for Curt one afternoon. He had attempted to get into the dating scene as his mom had always wanted him to, mainly just out of respect for her. It had been only 6 months since she had gone, and Curt decided it was about time that he try to fulfill that request of hers.

He remembered how disappointed she had been at first when he came out to her, something she got over eventually, as she had wanted grandchildren. Adoption was always an option, she reminded him often.

Curt had attempted to go on a date with someone he met on the rather sad dating profile he had put out there, and it had failed rather miserably. He didn’t even want to think about it.

So, Curt made his way to his Mom’s grave a day early, a Saturday, pure intention in his steps and pain in his soul.

Up ahead, he saw the garden. of flowers in the garden, and while usually he was gentler to the flowers, he was not in a good mood, and tore up the roots without remorse.

Right as he was about to continue what felt like a perilous journey to the graveyard, he heard a shout come from the side yard of the house. Curt froze.

“Hey! Hey you! Stop!” Curt’s head snapped upwards, watching as a man stumbled towards him, avoiding the flowers in the garden to stand as close to Curt as he could without stepping on any. Curt’s first thought when he saw him, after the panic slightly settled down, was that this man was hot.

Not the best situation for the thought, though.

“So you’re the one who’s been nabbing my flowers, huh?” The man’s tone caught Curt off guard, being amused more than anything. His accent was surprising too, smooth and English. It sent shivers down Curt’s spine. The man smirked.

“I—uh…” Curt stumbles over his words as he fumbled for something to say. An excuse to make. The man only grinned wider.

“It’s fine, love. At this point, I’m more intrigued at who the infamous flower thief is than anything.” Curt flushed at the pet name. He knew it was a common British term, but it made Curt flustered nonetheless.

“U-uh I’m Curt. Curt Mega” He stuttered out once again, thrusting his hand out to shake. The other man took it firmly, and the two made eye contact during the handshake. His eyes were brown, like melting chocolate on a warm day. Like the brownies his mom used to make.

“Owen. Owen Carvour.”

Curt was reminded suddenly of where he had to be, and though he wanted to talk to the handsome stranger forever (though, were they even strangers now that they new each other’s names?), Curt knew he should go before he falls any deeper into those chocolate eyes.

“I should probably get going, then…” Curt trailed off awkwardly as he struggled to find an appropriate end the the conversation. “It was nice meeting you.” Before Curt could speed off, Owen interrupted.

“Ah ah ah, you didn’t think that you could get away with that so easily, did you?” His time was still warm, so Curt hoped that Owen wouldn’t sue him for property damage.

And boy , if he was going to damage some property, he would rather it be that neck—

Nope. Not going there.

Curt slowly turned back towards Owen with questioning gaze, panic still flowing throughout him.

“Don’t look so scared dear, I’m not going to kill you.” Better not, I’m a detective, “But, I am interested. Just how pretty is this girl you’re meeting to warrant flower theft?”

Curt wanted to laugh for about 3 reasons. 1. He was headed to a cemetery. 2. His mom was a pretty woman. So… 3. Girl? Curt was gay as the Fourth of July. No girl. He literally thought the man he was talking to was the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen, how could he ever think about a girl . But he stayed silent, because how do you go about telling someone “ Oh no, these are for my mother’s grave. Thanks, though. ”

“That’s it, I’m coming along. Consider me your wingman.” Owen maneuvered around the flowers, coming to stand next to Curt. Tentatively, Curt began to walk.

“What do you do for a living?” Owen asked, starting up a conversation. Curt hummed.

“I’m a detective.” He answered simply.

“Neat. I’m a lawyer.” Curt raised an eyebrow.

“A lawyer who gardens?”

“Hey, don’t disrespect my hobbies. I may be gay as a child on Christmas, but gardening has been a thing I’ve done with my mom and sister ever since childhood.” Curt perked up at that. He was gay? Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance.

“I meant no disrespect.” Curt paused for a moment, before continuing. “I’m gay too.” He got an astounded look from Owen at that.

“Huh.” Owen looked away. “Wouldn’t have thought it of you.” He fidgeted for a moment, before speaking again. “Sorry I assumed—”

“It’s fine.” Curt interrupted. There was a beat of silence when the men didn’t know what to say, before Owen spoke up again.

“I’m sort of glad now. Men are much more in my ballpark.” Curt nodded, unsure of how he should approach the subject of where exactly they were going.

As they neared the cemetery, Curt began to feel nervous. How would Owen react when he found out that there wasn’t a girl or guy waiting for them? When he found out that it was just a stone in the ground, and that Curt had gone to mourn? Was he going to cry ? He should have thought this out further instead of just submitting to the will of the handsome man before him. Typical Curt.

When they approached the gates, Owen looked at him quizzically when he paused in front of the gates.

“We’re here.” Curt said as he pushed passed the gates. It seemed like Owen wanted to question him, but he walked quickly away before that could occur. Curt made a beeline for the familiar gravestone, seeing the flowers that surrounded it in bunches. He heard Owen trailing behind him, and before he knew it, he was faced with his mother’s grave.

Slowly, Curt laid the flowers by the others, kneeling before the grave.

“Hey mom.” Curt smiled, feeling tears brimming in his eyes. “I came a day earlier today. I know your favorite day is Sunday, but I was having a rough day and I needed someone to talk to.” He sniffed a bit. “I finally got caught by the flower man. This’ll probably be the last bunch I can give you for a bit.” Curt laughs a bit. “He wanted to see what girl would be so beautiful to warrant me stealing his flowers. It’s funny, because you were beautiful.” His tone sombered again. “Dad shouldn’t have have taken you for granted. You were beautiful .”

There was a long pause, where Curt cried quietly. He felt a hand on his back, and looked up. Owen gazed back with a somber look.

“You should’ve just told me that you were coming here. I wouldn’t have dragged my ass along.” Curt smiled, and wiped away some of his tears.

“It’s fine. I could use the company.” Owen offered his hand to help Curt up from the ground, and Curt grasped it, pulling himself up as well. Once he was up, Curt was closer to Owen. They were only inches apart. Tentatively, Owen raised a hand and wiped away the rest of Curt’s tears. When he realized how weird it must have been, he quickly drew his hand back. Well, he tried, as Curt grabbed it before he could.

They stayed like that for a few moments, staring into each other’s eyes and bathing in each other’s warmth. Owen was the first to make a move, leaning in. Curt met him in the middle.

Owen kissed like a professional .

It was tender, but passionate, odd, but driven. Part of Curt said that it was inappropriate for him to be making out with someone right by his mother’s grave, but another part of Curt reasoned that it was probably what his mother wanted, and he was probably being cheered on by her right this minute. It was something she would do.

Curt tangled his fingers in Owen’s hair, ravishing in how long it was. His tongue explored the other man’s mouth eagerly, having been starved for affection for two long. Owen had one hand gripped at his waist, the other clutched Curt’s arm tightly, though he didn’t mind.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, but they eventually realized that they were in the middle of a cemetery, and it was rather inappropriate that they were doing this there.

“I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever hit it off with someone.” Owen said, amused. Curt chuckled, looking at Owen with sincerity.

“I think I like you.” Curt spoke slowly. Owen snorted.

“Oh, I do hope so, considering the tongue bath you just gave me.” They both laughed at that, and when Owen offered his hand to Curt, he took it.

“Want to go back to my place? Get to know each other better?” He winked, and Curt blushed, but nodded.

And holding that hand, gazing at that man, Curt felt a calm that he had not felt in quite a long time.

Curt Mega was not a sentimental man, but perhaps he would learn to be. Perhaps, with Owen by his side, he would learn to not take things for granted.

And maybe, just maybe, he would learn how to love.

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Thanks for reading! Luv y’all ❤️

[mysteryartisticwriter]

Up After Hours // Number Five X Reader

A/N: Hey loves! I just wanted to say thanks to all the people who have submitted requests for fics and I can’t wait to do them all! And thank you for getting my ‘Peter Parker X Reader’ to over 100 notes! It was such a shock to me and I love you all for getting me there! So your reward is this terrible fanfic.

Also! This takes place before Five “disappears” and goes missing. So Five is just his regular 13 year old self. Five might act a little OOC but probably not much?? I’m still kinda learning how to write his character right.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: Yes // Hii i hope u having a good day c: Could you do an imagine with Five? I’m not sure about what plot but maybe something like friends to lovers but fluffy one can it be? And excuse my English pls :’l

Warnings: Cussing, little mention of blood, FLUFF ALL AROUND

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

Your Saturday nights would usually consist of you either reading a book, or listening to some records, and most often sleeping until the next morning. It never felt lonely to you, it was nice having some time to relax and have time to yourself for a while.

It wasn’t much different for this night. You stayed in your room, which you had to yourself, and read a series of books that you probably wouldn’t finish till the early morning. It was already past midnight, your window proved it by showing the vast void of darkness beyond it.

It was right now in the middle of winter, early December and it was already snowing outside. And while your window tried to keep you warm, the coldness still managed to peer its way into your room. The number of blankets increased with each hour, but sadly, none seemed to help you with your problem.

“Damn this cold...” You muttered to yourself, shivering.

 Much like the other children that was mysteriously born on the same day as you, you had powers. You could control electricity and move between the currents of wires. It was a special ability, but your power could do nothing to give you heat, making it utterly useless at the moment besides helping you turn off the light on and off.

Your blankets wrapped around you almost completely, making you look like you some type of burrito or caterpillar. Growing frustrated, you held yourself in your blankets and buried your nose in your book.

It wasn’t just the cold that bothered you, your thoughts pestered you as well. You were stuck on a certain page in the book and having to reread it over and over again. Your thoughts wouldn’t leave you alone, bothering you to an extent that you almost went insane.

What were your thoughts about? Your best friend and practically brother, Number Five, just Five to be short. Why were you thinking about him? Because you may have the largest tiniest crush on him.

You’ve known Five for years, growing up together at the Umbrella Academy since your ‘father’ adopted you both. The two of you were inseparable, always running around the hallways if you weren’t training your powers. If you were both in a room together alone, it would be chaotic.

It started out as a strange feeling. One day when you were about eight years old, you both were playing tag in the hallways (Five obviously winning since he can move through time and space), when you fell down trying to chase him.

When you fell to the floor, you ended up scraping your right knee onto the carpet. It stung and you remember you started to tear up a bit before Five came to help you.

“(Y/n)!”

Your eight year old self sat on the floor, hugging your right knee as you started to cry. It wasn’t as bad as wounds you’ve gotten before, but the scrape stung and started to bleed a little bit. Five saw tears were forming in your eyes so he stood up.

“Wait here.” Then he flashed out of the hallway, leaving you alone.

You trusted Five with your life, so all you did was sit there and wait. A few minutes go by, and Five reappeared back in front of you carrying a bandaid. He got onto his knees and opened the bandaid to put onto your wound. Five finished putting it on and looked up at you.

“There! Good as new! Or...before.”

He flashed his charming smile, showing off his beautiful dimples. Wiping the small tears from your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

That was the day you figured out you liked him.

You lightly smiled at the memory. It was a nice thing for him to do, considering Five never really had some physical contact with anyone besides you. At least from what you know.

Growing up with Five over the years caused you to realize sometimes. Five didn’t like talking about his feelings. He wanted to show no weakness in him and prove himself to your father. Five didn’t like physically touching people, although, he usually made an exception for you if you needed need it. And in some cases, Five would need a hug from you as well.

Five several times told you that he was ready to travel through time, but you never really saw it as a good idea. But his determination usually got the best of him.

“Come on (Y/n), don’t you trust me?!”

Five threw his arms in the air, flabbergasted that you weren’t supporting him.

“I trust you with my life, Five. But I just don’t want anything to go wrong. What if you see something you aren’t supposed to see? Or what if you get stuck?” Your face remained a calm but worried expression.

“I won’t get stuck, I promise. I am going to prove myself to you and dad that I can do this!”

That was the day you realized you fell in love with him.

His dedication of wanting to prove himself to everyone was almost inspiring to you. You loved how he was cocky, but still careful at the same time. You cared so much for the boy, it was almost so hard to not fall for him.

Shaking your head away from the memory, you tried to focus yourself back into your reading. But once again, the cold started to poke at you.

You shivered in your blankets and rubbed your hands together for an electric spark to try to get the slightest chance of warmth from it. Unfortunately, there was nothing. Sighing in defeat, you leaned back in your bed and closed your eyes for a moment.

“Can’t get warm?” A voice said from the door.

You jumped up in surprise at the voice, jumping out of bed with resulted you in dropping your book, stretching your hands out to the stranger and ready to attack. Even though you didn’t look that much of a threat, considering you were still wearing your natural white pajamas with the ‘Umbrella Academy’ symbol on it.

But the person with the voice ended up being Five, who was leaning up against your room’s doorway. You left out a big breath of relief, calming yourself.

“Jesus Christ, Five. You scared me half to death!” You yelled at him, causing the boy to smirk a bit.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” You raised an eyebrow of doubt at him so he put his hands up in a form to show surrender.

“Not my fault that you’re so easy to scare.” Five laughed a bit.

Although you were a bit annoyed with him, you mirrored a smile back.

He stepped into your room so you could see a full view of him. He was still wearing his uniform, which made him look super good in. Five had his hands in his shorts pockets (you still questioned why he wore shorts in the middle of winter) and his demeanor expressed a cocky and risky attitude. The same cocky attitude you fell in love with in the first place. 

You swore you almost drooled at the handsome sight of him. You finally brought yourself back to reality and looked at the boy you loved with a confused face.

“Why are you still up and walking around? You could get in trouble.” You questioned.

You picked up your book that you dropped on the floor and went back to your spot on your bed. Setting it aside, you looked to him.

Five sighed and sat next to you on the bed, switching glances from you and his hands. It was odd to see him like this, it was as if he was almost nervous about something. But what was he nervous about?

“I...honestly have no idea.” The dark haired boy confessed.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words.

“You don’t know why you came into my room?” Five nodded.

“I couldn’t sleep. So I started to walk around when I found myself at your door. It was as if my feet just dragged me here.” Suddenly, the space/time traveler looked to you.

“What about you? How come you’re still up?” He asked. You grabbed the book from your side and held it out to him.

“I was reading. I do this every Saturday night. Well, technically every night that I get a break.” You showed him the cover of the book, and he looked at it in fascination.

“Is it good?” Five wondered.

‘Why was he asking these things? He’s usually not that interested in anything I show him.’ You pondered in your head.

“W-Well yeah...” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. You tucked away a loose hair that fell into your face behind your ear.

“What’s it about?”

Resisitng every sudden urge to tell him everything about what you thought of the book, you put the book back aside and stared at him. The loose strand of hair fell again and you blew it back, even though it did nothing.

“Why are you asking me these questions?” You questioned your best friend.

Suddenly, the boy sitting in front of you looked as if he some child who had just gotten caught trying to steal some cookies. Five quickly gained back his confident demeanor and looked at you with a fake sad expression.

“What? I can’t be interested in the books you read? I’m quite offended you don’t think I’m not into books!” Five dramatically put a hand on his chest, to which you rolled your eyes at.

You crossed your arms, looked at him with a skeptical face and leaned back in your pillow.

“No. You’re never into any of the books I show you and read. Let alone ask questions about them.”

You leaned forward towards him and Five slowly leaned backwards away from you, looking shy for a moment.

“Why are you asking me about my books?” You asked until the strand of (h/c) hair fell into your face again, and you resisted groaning out loud in annoyance.

Just when you were about to tuck the loose hair behind your ear again, Five leaned forward back to you and tucked it himself. Your face immediately turned a crimson red and you looked down in embarrassment.

Although you couldn’t see it, there was a slight grin on the dark haired boy’s face. After finishing tucking away the hair, his hands trailed down the side of your head to under your chin.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that?” Five confessed.

Still looking down at your bed, you scoffed.

“Is that the best line you got?” You challenged him.

You instantly shut your mouth after you realized what you said. You could already hear the smirk forming on his face.

“Nope. But I got something even better.”

You were just about to ask what it was when you felt two fingers lift your head up so you could meet Five’s hypnotizing eyes. He closed his eyes and quickly leaned in, closing the small space between you two. Five’s lips met yours and you were still trying to comprehend the situation.

Never the less, you closed your eyes and pulled him closer to you, wrapping your hands around his neck, and Five grabbing your cheeks. The feeling of his soft lips against yours felt like heaven, if you weren’t already in it.

The lovingly kiss was short lived, but it was the best moment of your life. When you both pulled away, you wanted to whine at the loss of his lips. Five leaned his forehead against yours, his hands holding your face and smiled widely. Your head was a bit fuzzy from the moment you shared with your best friend. You still kept your hands wrapped around his neck.

“Was that better?” You giggled at his question.

“Definitely.” 

Suddenly, the familiar rush of freezing cold air flew through you, making you shiver in the boy’s arms. Five noticed and held you tighter in his arms.

“Wait a second.” Five whispered to you before flashing away.

A minute later, your crush appeared back in your room, wearing his sleep clothing. He climbed back into your bed, pulling the covers over the both of you and held you in his arms in a spooning position with you as the little spoon.

“I hate feelings and I especially hate talking about them. You obviously know that,” Five started as he brushed your hair a bit. “But I think I’ve fallen for you, (Y/n).”

You nuzzled your face into his chest and smiled to yourself.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you too, Five.” You replied back to him.

You could feel the grin on his face forming. Five kissed the top of your head and you turned off the night in your room with the snap of your fingers. 

Until you fell asleep in your love’s arms, you were unable to keep the grin off your face for the rest of night.

A/N: Tell me if you wanna be tagged in my Umbrella Academy stories!

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PROTAGONIST POLLING

Why should you vote for either of these characters?

Why should you vote for Apollo Justice? (3)

"he’s transgender and spikes his hair up with gel every morning and accidentally has an incredibly rare male calico cat."

"Hes SO DESPERATE to prove himself. And SO LOUD. He WILL get u acquitted of criminal charges but also have an anxiety attack while court is in session."

Why should you vote for Phoenix Wright? (3)

"Cross examined a parrot, ate a glass necklace containing poison, seemingly immune to death in any form, just an all-around chaotic force of nature dear god"

"He is so so silly. He ate a glass bottle that contained traces of poison (and was fine) on purpose. Look at any of his college days "feenie" sprites (with the pink sweater). He adopted a kid at 26. He was punched into unconsciousness by an 8 year old. He's kind he's annoying he's a bitch. He still uses a Nokia phone, held together by tape. He wears a pendant with his daughters picture in it. Said daughter is a magician who's also a human lie detector. He's bisexual. He's transgender. He fell off a burning bridge. He has it all"

!!!!!!!!!!!SPOILERS FOR APOLLO!!!!!!!! "I'm sure plenty of people have submitted Phoenix so I'm putting a word in for Apollo. I saw someone describe him as someone who has invented the "Most Normal Guy" award and is trying his best to win it, and that description is very accurate. He has a magic lie detector bracelet. He shouts a lot to train his "chords of steel". Everyone thinks he's a teenager when he's actually 22. He punched Phoenix Wright in the face once. The detective on most of his cases throws her snacks at him. His best friend is a 15 year old who is actually his sister but neither of them know this. He has at least three backstories that don't TECHNICALLY contradict each other but you can tell they were all made up on the spot. After his three backstories he decided to become a lawyer for some reason. And despite it all, he's STILL the most normal person in the entire series. Nobody is doing it like him."

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Did Your Hogwarts House (really) Surprise You?

For years, we Potterheads (and just plain ol’ curious folks) have been taking great pleasure in finding out what Hogwarts House we belong to then taking further pride in our result. I myself, a Ravenclaw, have become obsessed with owning everything (official merchandise only) that has blue, black, and my house crest attached to it. I get excited when I see other Ravenclaws, I hate on people who are not Ravenclaws, and I truly think that I am in the superior Hogwarts House.

The biggest thing about me being a Ravenclaw though is that, it didn’t surprise me. I am in introvert, I am connected to nature, I love to read and write, I’m good at school, I am resourceful and I have a lot of common sense. I think there are people in this world who are not as smart as I am and sometimes I let that show (then I get myself into trouble). The point is, when I read the books and when I watched the movies I knew that I was a Ravenclaw, I felt a connection with them. I took quiz upon quiz and they all said the same thing: Ravenclaw. Then, Pottermore came out with an official sorting quiz, I had to know (but I already did). Ravenclaw. There was no surprise, still proud, yes, but no surprise.

So now I’m wondering, was anyone else not-surprised? Do people just instinctively know which Harry Potter house they belong to? Most importantly, is there a reason why we are not surprised? Based on my web browsing, there are many factors that can play when being sorted into a Hogwarts House. 

On September 1, 2017, Time Magazine and the Cambridge University Department of Psychology made a sorting hat quiz that was based off of the quiz on Pottermore, but ultimately found your result based off of your personality. 1 million people took this quiz and 600,000 submitted their score anonymously for the study. They found the following:

America consists mostly of Ravenclaws. The percentages found for each house are: 45.3% Ravenclaw, 30% Hufflepuff, 15.3% Gryffindor, and 5.3% Slytherin. 

Men mostly make up the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses, while women mostly take up the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses.

Generally, younger populations were put into Slytherin.

The house majorities vary greatly from state to state. The north mostly consists of Hufflepuff and the mid southwest consists an even split of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Lastly, Ravenclaw is mostly east coast but it is also spread throughout the mid northwest.

Ravenclaw was prominent is 56 cities, Gryffindor in 42, Hufflepuff in 43, and Slytherin in 52. 

If any of this information matches up with you and and then it relates to your house, then maybe they hit this study on the head. I know for me it matches. Ravenclaw, female, older than the age of 20, lives on the east coast, even my specific city lit up blue. You can find all the details and photos on their website to see the specifics such as that.

While I do not know if the facilitators of this study are still focusing on it, you can still take their quiz and you can still subject to submit your results towards the project.

Lastly, in terms of the actual Pottermore quiz itself, a Reddit user who goes by u/N1ffler posted an analysis of the sorting quiz and found the percentage that each answer goes towards each house when you take the quiz. Then, it takes the highest percentage and puts you into that house. The spreadsheet u/N1ffler created can be found here. 

Overall, u/N1ffler found that it’s pretty easy to tell which answer would be counted towards each house when you take the quiz. If you are a huge Potterhead and you felt that you were destined to be in a certain house (like me) then more than likely you made that happen by carefully (but also subconsciously) choosing your answers. 

More likely, the people who are most accurately put into houses are the ones that aren’t fans of the books or movies and just take the quiz out of peer pressure or curiosity, then are placed in a house. They aren’t surprised but they aren’t not surprised because they don’t actually know what any of this means. Those are the people who belong where they were placed. I’m not saying that I shouldn’t be a Ravenclaw (because I totally should based on my personality) but I also probably subconsciously made it that way because of how much I felt connected to the house and that’s probably why I match with all the statistical results and why ultimately I am not surprised by my placement. Plus, the sorting system is not a complete science. Hermione, for example, was placed in Gryffindor but could have easily been a Ravenclaw and Harry could have been a Slytherin but was also placed in Gryffindor. 

Our personalities are too large and complex to really be put in only one house, so really it’s up to you whether or not you adopt the house you are placed into. All-in-all it’s just fun and it allows you to be a part of a fantasy world that is exciting and most importantly, magical. 

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two prompts for sure consideration: alpha/alpha harry and louis trying to have a baby or omega/omega harry and louis trying to explore some new kinks in the bedroom. love u

u really are just , aligned so perfectly with what I want to write. love u 2. I wanted to write both. so. i wrote both oops. 

→ Send me drabble prompts !! 

The thing Harry has always hated the most about being an alpha, is that he can’t get pregnant. 

It’s never been the type of thing that has made him really upset, and it’s never been something that he’s truly worried about, but the older he gets and the more he wants pups, the more he wishes, sometimes, that he could have just been born omega so he could have had them by now. When he was a pup, still unsure what he was going to present as, he’d always imagined himself as an omega, carrying pups more often than not being pregnant. 

His mum had always thought it was strange - how much he really wanted pups even when he was so young - but to him, it was just something like second nature. He never once doubted the idea, and even as he got older, he never thought twice about it.

So, as he and Louis pull up to the building where they’re going to meet the little girl they’ve finally been approved to adopt, his heart is jackrabbiting in his chest. He and Louis are holding hands over the center council of the car, and he can still feel the way his heart is beating, but he can tell Louis is nervous, too, and that’s calming in a strange way. 

As much as both of them have always wanted children, have been looking forward to this day for years, since they bonded as young and stupid teenagers, he can’t help the worry that comes alongside it. 

He can only hope they’re going to be good parents - can only hope that they’re going to be everything that the little girl deserves. 

They park, and sit there, in the lot together, for a long moment. 

“Are we ready?” Louis asks, squeezing Harry’s hand softly. 

“More than ever.” 

And that’s all it takes before they’re both climbing out of the car and making their way inside, still hand in hand the entire time. 

At the front desk, there’s a beta man and he takes their names as Louis tells him their appointment time, and then they’re sat in the waiting room until someone comes to call them. 

“Are you nervous?” He asks, looking over at Lou. He’s always been the one that’s moree calm, more collected and easy going, but even now he’s letting off some nervous energy. 

“Terrified, really. But this… this is finally the day, yeah?”

“God, I can’t wait to meet her.” 

And that’s all it takes before a woman is calling out Tomlinson and the two of them are walking down a long corridor. 

“Are you gentlemen ready to meet isabel?” There are no words to explain how ready they are. 

The omega woman leads them down the hall and into a small room with a few cribs inside, and walks them over to the third on the left before she lifts the baby into her own arms. 

“She loves being held, so if you would like, you’re welcome to hold her, get aquainted with her. I’ll just be right over there. Take as long as you need.” She hands her over to Louis, first, and everything seems to be falling so perfectly into place that a few tears begin to swell up in his eyes. 

“She’s so beautiful, Haz. Oh, my god.” Louis is smiling down at her, the widest smile on his face, and the scent of pure joy is all the fills the room around them. There’s nothing better than this, he thinks. “Do you want to hold her?” 

It’s a question that really doesn’t need to be asked, but he still nods and smiles, a single tear falling down his cheek as Louis hands her over. 

“Oh, hello,” he says softly to the little girl in his arms. She has a wide smile across her face, and her big, beautiful brown eyes shimmer under the lights overhead. 

Three days later, Isabel Tomlinson comes home with them, and Harry doesn’t hate being an alpha anymore. 

Maybe he can’t get pregnant, but each day that he gets to raise their daughter alongside the best mate he could ever imagine, he thinks everything is just right, always how it was meant to be, and he wouldn’t change a thing. 

——– 

Post heat, Harry is always horny. 

Less so the physical need to have Louis there, but more just the want of having him there, inside of him, keeping him happy and fulfilled. 

It was always the days after his heat, too, where he got the weird thoughts in his head of wanting Louis to hold him down, tie him up, make him submit in a way he never thought he wanted. But, he thinks, there’s something so, very different about wanting to submit to another omega and wanting to submit to an alpha. With Louis, it’s always soft and gentle and completely by choice, with nothing compelling either of their actions except the pure attraction shared between the two of them. 

It’s something more powerful than he can really explain, after years of feeling like he was turned on and attracted to alphas solely because of biology, solely because of something that he couldn’t control. Now, he realizes exactly what it really means to be fully enamoured with another person. 

“You’re thinking about something,” Louis says when he walks into their bedroom with two cups of coffee in his hand. His heat had broken two nights previous, but they both had their own little quirks when it came to taking care of the other as heats ended and real life faded back to the front of their minds. 

Louis always liked to take care of him. 

And maybe that was it, really. Maybe that was what made these thoughts seep into his head and hold on tight. 

“It’s the post heat craze as usual,” he said, making Louis laugh as he crawled into bed beside him and handed him the second cup of coffee. Light-brown with almond milk with one sugar just the way he liked, and he took a drink with a smile on his face. 

“Tell me what it’s got you thinking about then.” Harry sets his coffee down as Louis does and lets the other omega crawl on top of him, watches as his mate straddles his waist and presses a warm kiss against his lips. “Always wanna hear whats going on in that beautiful head of yours.” 

“It’s kind of silly.” 

“I doubt that, love.” 

“I’m just like, thinking about you holding me down you know? Thinkin’ about how nice it would be to give up a little control when it’s completely my choice with you just because I love you.” 

“Somethin’ like a heat but when you’re fully cognizant?” 

“No, not quite like that. I don’t want the overwhelming sensations. Just the little bit of loss of control.” Louis hums a little with the thoughts and goes back to peppering little kisses all over his face. Harry knows that he can tell Louis everything, can tell him anything he ever wanted and there wouldn’t even be a chance that he’d be judged for it, but there’s always something incredible about the feeling of actually telling him and getting all of the love and adoration that he craves in response. 

He’s hard before long. 

His arse is still a little sore from how many times Louis had used their knotted dildo on him through his heat, but he’s always ready to go when it comes to Louis. 

It’s not long before a mixture of their sweet scents are filling the room, stronger with the way they’re both turned on already. “Love you,” Louis says, grinding his now completely hard cock right against Harry’s. It draws a moan out of him, but it isn’t until Louis’ hands wrap around his wrists and press them down to the bed that Harry’s eyes fly open, the realization settling in all at once. 

A part of him should have anticipated it, just with the way Louis got so quiet after he’d admitted what he was thinking out loud - but a bigger part of him hadn’t really been thinking completely clearly, but now he realizes how much he really wanted it. Having Louis just taking that small illusion of control has him breathing hard into the kiss, his eyes falling shut with the sensation of it. 

“Alright?” 

“Yeah, ‘course. Love you.” 

“Love you, too, baby.” 

Louis takes such good care of him all the time - and even if he knows he does the exact same in return - he thinks that’s what makes their dynamic work as well as it does. There’s just something about the way they can be exactly what they need for one another at all times, and it makes him feel perfectly in place. And it only feels better when he knows Louis knows exactly what he needs, takes every thought into consideration. His teeth sink into the mark at the junction of his shoulder, their small, light pink bonding scar that matches perfectly on each of their necks, and sends a strong shiver through his entire body. 

“Why don’t you hold on to the headboard for me, love? Keep your hands up there and don’t move them for me.” Harry bites his lip as Louis’ hands guide his wrists to the wooden slats of their headboard and his hands grab on tightly. 

His mouth feels dry as he watches Louis trail kisses down his body, taking a moment to give his too-sensitive nipples attention. 

It’s another way he knows Louis is so, so in tune with his needs. He stays there just long enough to get him squirming, but not so long that it’s painful from too much messing with them. 

And then he’s taking all of Harry’s cock into his mouth, pressing his head down in a quick motion, and his arms twitch. 

There’s absolutely nothing holding him there except for the weight of Louis’ words, and he loves that. He loves it even more than he thought he would, and the more he thinks about it, the more he never wants to let go, never wants to do anything but this ever again. 

“So good for me, love. Being such a good boy,” And that is surprisingly hot. 

He’d always had the thought that it was degrading to say something like that, especially to an omega. But instead, it nearly sends him over the edge. 

That, along with everything else, leaves him feeling more than overwhelmed. The way Louis’ scent fills the room, fills every space of his mind, has him more overwhelmed than he thinks he’s ever felt, and it’s incredible. 

He comes before long, almost embarrassingly fast, and watches as Louis works himself over with his fist, following soon after as he comes across Harry’s chest, too. It feels a little bit like claiming, and even as the tiredness seeps into the front of his mind, he’s happy. He’s so, so happy, and he loves Louis more than anything else in the entire world. 

“I love you,” he says again. Sometimes it’s all he can say in a post-orgasm daze, but he’s happy that he can tell something so true and close to his heart, even if he says it too many times, sometimes. 

“I know, love. I love you, too. More than anything.” 

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What are the Types of OCs You Like?

It seems that a lot of OC writers here seems to be discouraged by negative perceptions and pure irrational hatred. So how about discussing our favorite types of OCs?

As a reader, I used to avoid OC-centric fics (which I am neither proud or ashamed of, which is as valid a taste as any) but learned to love some types of OCs. I think it might be meaningful (?) to discuss our favorite types of OC fics, since one of the major prejudice of them is that all OCs are author-insert Mary Sues (which is never a good reason for hate, as long as they are not on your SAT reading list—but that’s another story).

Anyway, my favorite types of OCs are:

Children of My Favorite Ship. They can be biological children of m/f OTP or adopted ones. The fics centering them are joys to read for many reasons. First, they are a sign of the continued love of my OTP and show (indirectly) how their relationship progresses to the next stage. Second, since these children have something common with OTP, it’s really easy to love them. Third, their story is set in the cannon world after OTP’s adventures are over. So I get to see the result of the canon story’s ending, and how the world is after that big adventure/war/crisis.

Cupid OC. OC helps my favorite pair get together! Enough said. I particularly like it when OC is older and parental or grandparent-like figure.

Supportive Love Interest OC. This is a bit specific. OC is a love interest to the canon character who is not a part of my OTP (naturally, I don’t click anything that breaks up my OTP—not that I have many OTPs), and who is canonically single or have a partner that I don’t approve. This canon character is neglected in canon and/or meets a tragic fate. In this type of fanfic, a Supportive Love Interest OC enters to make his/her life better. The key term here is “supportive,” which means the center of the story is still the canon character and his/her struggle. OC helps him/her to solve problems and have a happier life, rather than doing everything for him/her. I think this type of OC fulfills a sort of primitive desire that many fans of unfortunate characters share—to intervene with the story and make their lives better.

Variant: Supportive Sibling/Friend OC

Observer OC. OC is the side character in the canon, who offers a unique spin on the story. For example, OC might be a subordinate of the archvillain, a waitress at the café where the main cast regularly visit, a long-suffering friend of MC, etc. Done right, this can offer a very interesting perspective on the world and characters of the original story.

What are your favorite types of OCs in fanfics?

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