#No 5

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Just finished rewatching all of umbrella academy. Time to rewatch it all again !!!!!!

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Alright we gave a lot of shit to Luther for his "DAd sEnD mE ON thE MOON" whiny discourse but I think we don't talk enough of Five's "You think I had it easy ? I was ALONE for 45 YEARS!!" whenever someone talk about how awful growing up with Reginald was. Like. Dude, okay you're a grown ass man in the body of a 12yo boy and you're mad about it, that's fair. But it's not your siblings fault, so stop yelling at them because all of you had it rough. Besides, you CHOOSE to not listen to your fucking dad while they were FORCED to obey him.

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 5

Sabo x Reader

TW: Home invasion

[y/c] = your city

"Weakness." You punched Sabo into the lava and watched him burn to death.

"[Y/n] I was in the middle of collecting quartz," Sabo whined and respawned back at his base.

"Karma's a bitch," you laughed.

You were playing Minecraft with your online friend Sabo, who you've been playing online games with for the past 10 years. Started ever since you got Minecraft as a kid and played on servers, after playing a few mini-games you friended him, and eventually, you exchanged Discord users (when it became a thing). Yeah, yeah, the internet is a dangerous place, blah blah blah, Sabo was cool though, you trusted him, you've already done video calls with him, and honestly he's been there for you more than anyone else.

There were countless late nights where you two stayed up, gaming while discussing some deep topics. Sometimes they were philosophical nonsense, other times they were about struggles going on in life, you both cried over call during those kinds of nights. Safe to say you and Sabo's friendship was real, you just wished he lived near you so he could visit-

"Oh now I'm not going to share the surprise I was going to tell you," Sabo said when he teleported back to the nether.

"Surprise? What surprise?" You crouched your Minecraft character in front of him.

"Nooooo, I'm not going to say." Sabo walked around you and begun mining quartz once again.

"Come onnnnn, Sabo."

"Surprises are for nice spouses."

Ah, that's right, I forgot to mention your married Sabo in Minecraft, for "XP benefits" of course.

"I'll give you golden apples."

"Mhmmmmm."

"And... a three stacks of cookies."

"Well why didn't you just say so!" Sabo spun around and picked up the items you dropped for him before going on his merry way.

"Okay, now tell me," you said following after him.

"So you remember how I said my brothers and I planning to go on a trip over Christmas?" Sabo asked as he started to build a bridge over lava.

"Yeah, kinda sucks since that means you won't be able to play online," you grumble as you slowly crept behind him as he placed blocks. Playing with Sabo was all you looked forward to these days so him reminding you that you wouldn't be able to play with him during that time, you felt your mood deflate.

"Well guess where we're going."

"Uhhhh Tim Buck Two."

"No, we're going to [y/c]."

"Really!?" Your demeanour spun a 180, your excitement pulled a shiny smile across your face.

"I knew you'd be happy but I didn't think you'd get the same energy when you see your favourite blorbos on screen," Sabo laughed as the two of you were now bridging over a group of piglins on the ground.

"Because you are one of my little blorbo husbandos," you cooed knowing it'd fluster him.

"...I'd like to see you say that to me in person."

"You say that like I won't."

"[Y/n], you can barely ask an employee for help at the grocery store."

"Shush." You hit Sabo off the bridge and watched him fall to his doom, or so you thought. He placed a water block on the ground, in the nether. "Are you using your hacks again!?"

"You better move before I get back up and knock you off," Sabo warned.

"You won't dare."

"Or I would-" Sabo cut himself off when he heard something loud thud over on your end. "What was that?"

"Hm?" You were playing music in the background, talking to Sabo, and listening to Minecraft sounds with your noise-cancelling headphones so you didn't hear it.

"Something heavy fell over on your end."

"You're not messing with me are you?"

"Ace does that trick, not me."

"I wouldn't put it past you to use one of your brother's tricks."

"Okay, I'll stop building up-" Sabo ceased stacking blocks and looked up at your character. "You pause your game and check what fell over."

"Fine." You pause your game and start to take your headphones off.

"Wait!"

"Whaaaat?"

"Turn your camera on."

"Why?"

"It's... I just got a bad feeling."

"Okay..." You shrugged off Sabo's uneasiness and turned on your camera before taking off your headphones and started looking around your room to see what fell.

"Must've fell outside," you muttered heading toward your bedroom door and opening it.

Sabo couldn't see what was outside your door, whatever stood out there made you slam your shut and scramble to push your dresser in front of the door. Goosebumps crawled over his skin as realization hit him that shit is hitting the fan. He fumbled on his end to grab his phone and rapidly tapped buttons.

"Sabo..." You were now back in front of the computer, the dresser completely blocking the door. "Call the cops."

"Way ahead of you," Sabo said as the phone began ringing. "What's going on?"

"There's...there's a guy in...in my house." You could hardly pull your words together since your brain is currently spinning around to find the way for you to survive. "He...he's throwing things around... I think...I think he saw me." You started typing your address to Sabo so he could tell the cops where to go, you sent it before but it'd take too long for him to scroll up to find it. 

Sabo muted himself, probably so he wouldn't be heard talking to the cops. You backed away from the computer again, this time grabbing your bookshelf full of manga and pushing it in front of your door. Once that also blocked the door, you glanced around for more things to push in front of the door but the only heavy stuff left was your bed and desk which could be hiding places that the intruder could look around, and any few seconds he wasn't finding you was a second more of survival.

You picked up your headset and put it back on, Sabo was still muted. You clicked on the Minecraft tab so it'd cover your screen and he- if the invader came into your room- wouldn't know your camera was on with a witness. You took your phone just in case, making sure it was on silent and hid in the closet, making sure no sound came when you closed the door. You climbed into your laundry basket, burying yourself under your dirty clothes, for once grateful you forgot to do laundry.

"Okay, the cops are on their way- [Y/N]?? Where are you [Y/n]???" Sabo felt his heart drop.

"i'm in the closet," you whispered.

"Why didn't you climb out your window?"

"don't you remember that i told you the lock is broken? i live on the 10th, that's suicide," you whisper-shouted.

"Just stay on call, okay, police will be there soon."

"...okay."

Your meek voice squeezed Sabo's heart, his wish he was there to deal with the guy himself, or at this to be there to reassure you everything is going to be okay. Alas, all he could do was sit there on the other end of the screen, helpless as you both listened to something banging on your door.

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

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Whumptober2023

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

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[whumpookies]

Alt prompt: Shivering

Series Hayat sarkisi bölüm 21

[uniasus]

Febuwhump 24 - Day 5 - BBC Merlin

Fandom: BBC Merlin | Prompt: Rope Burns

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Merlin hissed, rubbing his wrists. Sometimes he preferred iron shackles – they were usually smooth. But a rough rope, thick and prickly, rubbed his skin raw more often than not. And, like today, left behind a myriad of splinters.

He held his wrists out before him and watched Arthur gently pour water over the red marks. “You sure there’s nothing else to do until we return to Camelot?”

“I don’t want your big hands making things worse. Best we can do is clean and cover. Gaius has tweezers.”

Arthur hummed.

“It’s not your fault bandits use sub-par rope.”

“But it’s your fault you don’t wear bracers.”

Merlin glared at Percival, who threw back his head and laughed. The bulky knight was the only one of the six to not wear a gambeson, but he still had protection around his wrists.

“We’ll excuse me for not thinking the bandits would shove my sleeves up.”

“That was abnormally smart of them,” Arthur muttered, using Merlin’s neckerchief to pat the wounds dry. “They thought you might have a knife up your sleeve.”

Merlin hissed as Arthur pressed too hard. “Smart, but cheap obviously.”

He looked at his wrists. They were a vivid pink, with parts of his skin scrapped off, and Merlin could see the dark bits of splinters from the rope, not just in his wrists but some of his fingertips from trying to undo the knot during the fighting. He had no desire to touch anything, to the point where he was willing to walk to Camelot. Grabbing the saddle to pull himself up. Holding the reins. None of it sounded attractive.

“Anything else?” Arthur asked, watching Merlin circle his clean wrists.

Lancelot, just behind Arthur’s shoulder, held up Merlin’s bag in a question.

“I don’t have bandages, so I guess just use my neckerchief as a cover.” He held out his wrists as if to be tied up again. There was no other way to cover both wrists.

“Nonsense.” Arthur pulled his gloves off with his teeth, then gently pulled them onto Merlin’s hands.  

Merlin winced at the brush of leather over his raw wrists and Arthur’s tugs, but once they were on the pain faded to an ache. Merlin blinked down at his hands, warmly encased in flexible protection. Even his fingertips were covered this way, and the supple leather around his wrists was soft and soothing.

“Thanks,” He whispered.

Arthur nodded, then turned away.

“Mount up. We aren’t that far from home, but with the extra long lunch we won’t get to the gate until after dark. Percival, can you lift Merlin on his horse?”

As if orchestrated, Merlin’s mare appeared on his right, led by Gwaine, and Percival swooped in from behind to provide the boost Merlin normal got from a stirrup step. There’s was a mad scramble, Merlin not wanting to use his hands, Leon grabbing his leg from across the mare’s back, Percival grunting while Gwaine held the horse still, but eventually Merlin was on his mount, panting and feeling very disheveled.

It took way less time for the knights to mount their rides and circle Merlin. He’d completely missed them breaking down their tattered camp while Arthur washed his wrists.

“Let’s go home.” Arthur nudged his gelding forward.

Merlin’s mare fell into step.

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[haveusmelledthisperfume]

Have you smelled this perfume?

Read more about No 5 on Fragrantica.

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1962 Chanel No 5 advertisement

[ask-thirdbase]

Me: *walking around with a baseball bat & big chunky headphones*

Strangers: ah that boy probably likes contemporary music from this year

My headphones, blasting full volume in my ears: *Hollywood Undead No. 5, the word Faggot gets slammed into my brain 7 times*

Me: hell yeah i love 2008

[bootdork]

I wish it was easier to talk about mobile phone addiction without sounding like a boomer

[lady-raziel]

I just wanna know if love wins before America loses

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Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[whumpookies]

Whunpcember 2023 day 5, impaled.