#it was a nice red paperclip too

[gaypineappppppple]

Don't you just hate it when you drop a small object and it yeets itself out of existance... like I'm sure you're having a blast in paperclip heaven but come back now I was using you

[darkbluekies]

Can I request a one shot with a reader that managed to pick the lock and escape the hospital? (Dr.Kry)

Escaping a madman

Doctor!yandere OC x reader

Summary: you pick the lock and escape doctor Kry. You don't know that he knows exactly where you live and decides to go get you back.

Warnings: yandere, drugs, obsession, mentions of killing, threats, non consensual kiss, kidnapping

Word count 1.9k

"All tucked in nicely?" he smiles, feeling the duvets with his hands.

You nod.

"Okay, good", the doctor continues. "Alright then, sleep well, Y/N, I will be back in an hour or so to check up on you. If there’s anything you need, just press the button on your bed and I'll be here in a heartbeat."

Doctor Kry thinks it's just one of your normal afternoon naps. If only he knew what you have planned. The very second the door closes behind him, you can hear the lock turning. You sprint up from your bed and over to the desk. You open drawer after drawer with your weak hands, already feeling how your head is spinning with all this movement and fear. Dr Kry could come back any minute if he suspects something and then he'll catch you red handed. Maybe that's why he started locking your door?

You can't take more of him. He's like a parasite that feeds off of you and he doesn't seem like he can get enough. You need to get away before he sews himself together with you.

Gosh, how you miss your family. Dr Kry barely tells you what day it is, so you don't know how long you've been separated. All you know is that it's too long.

You rummage through the small drawers until you find a paperclip. If you bend it enough, maybe you can use it as a lockpick?

You don't wait to find out. Quickly, you run to the door and insert the little metal stick into the keyhole. You poke around, trying to find the right trigger. Something has to be pressed to unlock the door.

You sit there for a good ten minutes before the lock gives in and clicks open. With a small, relieved smile, you open the door. You sneak out into the corridor, carefully looking around. You've barely left your room since you've come here. The only times you've been let out has been by Dr Kry’s side (and the few times you managed to run down to the cafeteria). The cafeteria is close to the entrance, right where you have to be. You know the way down to the cafeteria wonderfully.

You decide to take the elevator. Less people will see you that way. You only need once glance in the elevator mirror to grow cold. If you've ever seen a walking zombie, that'd be it. This hospital has turned you into a living dead.

As soon as the box you're in stops moving and the doors open, you brace yourself. Be quick, unnoticeable and brave. Don't stop if anyone asks you something … and if Doctor Kry sees you … run for dear life. He has to be the reason why you're looking and feeling like you do. Thankfully, no one seems tk bat an eye. Everyone is so busy with their own things that no one seems to see the person walking out the entrance in a hospital gown. Your heart is beating in your throat. Bare feet touch the asphalt and you gulp. You're free! You're outside! The fresh breeze caresses your body, welcoming you out, congratulating you for finally escaping.

Tears run down your cheeks as you run over to the payphone in the middle of the parking lot. You have to call your parents and have them pick you up before Dr Kry realizes that you're gone. Only problem? You don't have any coins. Desperately, you look around and find that someone must have dropped there on the ground. You pick up the two shiny coins and push them into the slot. Fingers shaking as you press the number buttons. A few signals pass by before it breaks off.

"Hello?" a familiar voice says.

"Mom!" you breathe out, near tears again.

"Y/N?! H-How are you feeling, you haven't let us see you-"

"No, it wasn't me, I promise. I-Ill tell you everything, just please come pick me up! Hurry!"

"I'll be there soon."

And so she hung up. You sink down on the asphalt and start to bawl. Feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement. Hearing your mothers voice again, being outside, about to be picked up, being noticed by doctor Kry … it'll end your poor heart.

Fifteen minutes feel like two years. Your mom's car finally slides into the parking lot with a screech and is close to hitting another car. It stops right in front of you. Your mother jumps out without bothering to close the door behind her. She throws herself over you and you cling onto the woman as if this is the last time you'll ever see her. The familiar smell is hypnotizing, it makes you think of a better time, a time that feels so long ago. It's summer now and when you went into the hospital the snow was falling heavily from the gray sky. Either it's been a year and a half or six months. It feels more like the first alternative, but your mom hasn't changed at all, so you believe it's only been a couple of months.

She brings you into the car while asking a million different questions. You answer them all, but your body starts to lose the adrenaline. You slump back into the seat. Normally, you would be sleeping at this time and your body has adapted to your different nap times.

As soon as you come back to your childhood home, an immense feeling of exhaustion washes over you. You're home, you're finally safe.

You want to tell your family everything that has happened, but you think that you're going to faint if you don't get to sleep in your own bed again. They help you up to the second floor and place you gently into the bed. Everything around you is as you remember it. It smells like it usually smells, it looks like it usually looks and it feels like it usually does. You're home.

A weird noise wakes you up. Something sounding like a door creaking open. You open your eyes, but to your surprise, you can't see anything! You must have slept longer than planned. The moon is up outside your window.

You look around, noticing a figure in the darkness. As you're about to gasp, a hand slaps over your mouth. Only by the scent, you're able to identify the person.

"Shh, my little one", Dr Kry whispers and holds his other finger over his lips. "If you make any noise I'll kill them."

You don't have to ask who he means. Terrified, you shake your head as quickly as you can. He sighs, looking down into your pleading eyes.

"Why did you have to run away, hm?" he says sadly. "It was supposed to be the two of us. Don't you understand how scared I got when I walked into your room and saw that you weren't there? I looked at the security footage and you and so sheepishly walked out! I knew that you'd go here. You missed your family so much, didn't you, little one?"

Tears start to run down your cheeks, flooding down on his hand.

"Don't cry", Dr Kry whispers and bends down to lean his forehead on yours. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll remove my hand, okay? Remember that if you make any noise, I'll kill your parents. You don't want that, do you?"

You shake your head just as quickly again.

"Good", he whispers and removes his hand.

Your bottom lip trembles tremendously and you're about to let out a sob, but you bite your lip to prevent it.

"You're so pretty", Dr Kry whispers.

You shake your head. You saw your reflection in the mirror. Whatever he's done to you, it's anything but pretty.

"Yes, you are", he whispers and cups your cheeks softly.

His cold hands make you shiver. You pray that this is a nightmare. A side effect from the lack of drugs he's given you. But his touch, his breath, it's all too real.

Suddenly, his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. You gasp and stare at him, too shocked to push him off.

Dr Kry pulls back and picks up something from his pocket. You notice how he's not wearing his doctor clothes. He's wearing a sand colored jean jacket and a pair of jeans. You can't tell what he picks up from his pocket, but it looks like a cloth.

"Take a big breath", he urges and presses it to your face, covering both mouth and nose. "Come on, sweetheart. Can’t you do that for me?"

You start to turn your head back and forth, but you can't escape his claws. The cloth follows your every move. You hold your breath and glare at him. He seems to be as calm as ever. He knows that you’ll have to breathe sooner or later. You can’t win. When you can't hold your breath anymore you're forced to breathe it in whether you like it or not. A dizzy sensation enters your brain, numbing it.

"There we go", he cooes. "What a good little thing you are, darling. Big breaths, good job. Don't be scared, when you wake up, you'll be where you belong again and we can pretend that this never happened."

The last thing you see is Doctor Kry’s blue eyes staring right into yours.

When you wake up, the sun is shining in your eyes. The groggy feeling in your head is making everything harder. You can’t seem to move or think. With half open eyes, you look around, finding that you’re back in the hospital. You lift your hands to rub your eyes, but your right hand stops. You look down. He’s handcuffed it to the side of the bed! In panic, you start to move your hand, hoping to get out of it.

The bathroom door opens and Dr Kry comes out, fixing his white lab coat. You freeze and stare at him with wide eyes. He smiles slightly.

“Oh, darling, don’t look so scared”, he says and nods at your cuffed wrist. “I had to do that to make sure you don’t go rummaging through my drawers again. If you can pick the door lock with a paperclip, I don’t want to know what more you can do.”

“L-Let me go!” you shout.

“No, I won’t.” He sits down on the side of the bed, right by your knees. “You need me as much as I need you … it’s just a matter of time before you realize that. You’re sick, Y/N, you can’t be out in the large world. Don’t you see that I’m protecting you? You need me to protect you. You can’t survive without me.”

“I hate you. You’re such a piece of shit!”

“You’re just frightened. I know you don’t hate me. You like me when I’m nice and I’ll be just as nice as you want me to be, but then you need to be a good little patient and not run around when you’re not supposed to. Promise me that you’ll never try to run away again. I didn’t touch your parents this time, but if you ever try again, I’ll burn down their house. Remember, Y/N, I’m good at making murders look like accidents.”

“No …”

“Yes. Promise me now. Promise that you’ll stay here for the rest of your little life and that you’ll never try to leave me again. Promise me.”

“I can’t …”

“I know where you live, I know where all of your friends live-”

“I promise! I promise to n-never leave you again. Please, just let everyone be. I’ll do whatever you want if you just let everyone else be!”

Dr Kry smiles cockily and kisses your forehead. You shiver and close your eyes. Can you ever escape this madman?

[purifiedclitoris69]

Flowers

a/n: j a blurb in addition to spiders dance, enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff x reader

You and Natasha have practically been inseparable, since your mission, and extra exercise on the jet ;) The two of you have never been closer, you two did declare that you were each others, you were her’s and she was your’s, making you officially in a relationship. However, here you were as nervous as ever you paced outside Natasha's door, clutching a small bouquet of flowers.

Yourr palms were sweaty, and your heart was racing faster than it had during any mission. After fighting off assassins and taking down criminal organizations, asking Natasha Romanoff out on a date was somehow the scariest thing you’d ever faced.

"Okay, you’ve got this," you muttered to yourself. "It’s just Natasha. It’s just… the deadliest woman alive. Who could kill me with a paperclip, who so happens to be the most stunning woman there is as well..” you began to ramble.

With a deep breath, you raised your hand to knock on the door, your knuckles almost trembling, just about to move. When it opened, suddenly, Natasha stood there, dressed in her loose shorts you could barely see under a sweatshirt, that was yours? You melted at the sight of her; Her eyes flicked to the flowers, then back to you with an amused quirk of her brow.

"You okay?" Natasha asked, a hint of a smile playing at her lips.

You swallowed hard, your voice coming out shakier than expected. "Uh, yeah! I mean, no. Well, yes. I mean—these are for you!" You thrust the flowers toward her a little too quickly, almost hitting her with them.

Natasha’s smile widened as she took the flowers. "Thank you. They're beautiful.” The smirk never leaving her face at how nervous she still made you.

Not as beautiful as you, you thought to yourself blushing. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. "Yeah, well, I-I thought you might like them. Not that you need flowers to be more... you know... awesome. You’re already that. Just, uh, wanted to give you something nice."

"detka breathe," Natasha said, leaning against the doorframe, her eyes scanning you with that unnervingly sharp gaze, that held that beautiful sparkle. "What’s going on?"

"Right, yeah, so, uh—" You cleared your throat, trying to will yourself to speak without sounding like an idiot. "I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to go out sometime? Like, on a date, officially. With me."

Natasha's eyes flicked up from the flowers to your nervous face, and for a moment, you thought you’d she laugh and blow you off. But then, to your relief Natasha grinned that—genuine, kind, soft smile.

"You’re cute when you're nervous, you know that?" she said, stepping closer, and placing a hand on your chest.

Your face turned bright red. "What! I’m not-,” she quirked her eyebrow once more, “okay maybe a little.”

Natasha laughed lightly, looking back down at the flowers, a blush of her own appearing "I’d love to go out with you,” she stood on her tippy toes hand going to the back of your neck and gave you a slow loving kiss, “and I love how nervous I still make you,” she whispered against your lips. You blinked, dumbfounded. Natasha gave you a playful smirk falling back to her flat feet. “next time, relax a little. I don’t bite.…unless you want me too."

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a relieved loving grin grew on your face. "Great! I mean, that’s great! Uh, so… dinner tomorrow?"

"Dinner tomorrow," Natasha confirmed, leaning in to kiss you quickly on the cheek. "And thank you for the flowers. They’re lovely."

“Of course,” you blushed once more handing going to the back of your neck again

“Are you heading somewhere, or you gonna come inside,” she asked opening the door wider for you

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else,” your smile grew wider if that was even possible. Following her into her room, shutting the door, and locking it behind you ;)

[sable-dream]

ok ok as someone who's made yarn tails before here's some advice:

USE HIGH QUALITY YARN. Red heart works in a pinch but if you can get something slightly pricey-er I promise it pays for itself in the long run.

S T R A I G T E N IT!!! ESPECIALLY if you are using cheap yarn. It will mat and tangle way quicker if the yarn isn't straightened.

If you've already made your tail (using a tiktok tutorial where you tie strands onto the base), then run a straightener or iron over it a few times until it's smooth. Also adds a nice sheen to the fluff.

If you're using the wefts and base method then sew them on don't tie them.

Use a bead for the top attachment. Metal rings tend to slip open and lose strands and it is incredibly annoying. one of those clips with a solid ring works too in a pinch.

Use a slicker brush to brush the fibers, not a deshedding tool

this one I stole from tiktok: you can attach tails to a belt loop even without a clip. Safety pins can clip them on if they're light enough, you can use a paperclip if you slide the tail in on one end and slide it through your belt loop on the other (like a keychain ring). Rubber bands work too bc you can tie them on by folding it around the tail and then over the belt loop

You can make yarn tails in unnatural colors, and ones that aren't your theriotype. Tails are just for fun, as much as they are gear. My favorite yarn tail is rainbow after all and I love that thing to death.

Brush them after each use, especially at the base and ESPECIALLY if you've been sitting on them. detangle the tangles when they happen.

[sparkles-and-trash]

Keigo did not want company on this trip.

In fact, anyone coming along was the last thing he wanted, like, in the world.

Touya, however, did not seem to particularly care what Keigo wanted or didn’t want, and so Keigo was stuck with company after all.

Keigo had been pushing off going back to his old, commission assigned apartment for too long, and Jeanist had finally convinced him it was time to go.

When Touya, who was under house arrest with his family caught wiff of this however, he had seen it as a perfect opportunity to both get out from the same roof as his mother and siblings, and to gain some plus points for being helpful and nice.

After two weeks of constant pestering Keigo had finally given in, and so there they were, alone, in the empty, shiny shell of what was left of the «Hawks» persona.

As he watched Keigo, in his soft colored civilian clothes, a soft green college sweater and washed out jeans, wings relaxed, with his hands in his pockets, awkwardly walking around what was once his apartment, Touya realized he hadn’t thought this trough at all.

This was not the Hawks he once kind of knew, and he knew that, they had talked, a lot actually, and it turned out Touya and Keigo got on a lot better than Dabi and Hawks did.

But seeing just how young, small and lost Keigo was looking now, Touya felt quite helpless himself.

He was never good with this touchy feely stuff. When they finally started to go trough the things in the apartment to sort into keep and donate, Touya started to realize how little of these things were actually Keigo’s in the first place, which made him feel weirdly bad for the bird.

After a while, Keigo signed heavily and got up from the pile they were sorting trough on the floor, and walked into his old bedroom.

After about a minute he returned with two items in his hands; a little wooden box, and a small, ancient Endeavour plush.

Touya raised his eyebrows, and Keigo shrugged. «Honestly, these are the only things here that are mine,» he explained.

Touya grimaced.

«Damn birdie, that’s sad,» he said truthfully, and Keigo just shrugged with a small smile as he sat down next to Touya again.

«Well, it’s better now, yeah?» Keigo said lightly, and Touya nodded slowly.

«What’s in the box?» he asked after a few beats of silence, and Keigo actually blushed a little.

Fuck it if he weren’t kinda cute.

«Just… things,» he said shyly, and handed it over to Touya without meeting his eyes.

Touya couldn’t help himself and slowly opened the box.

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it sure as hell wasn’t this.

A golden paperclip, a pair of earings, some coins, and…

«What the fuck dude, is this my old staples?»

Keigo’s face went from a cute pink to flaming red in less than a second.

«I can explain!» he said desperatly as he reached for the box, but Touya moved it just out of his reach with a grin.

«Oh please do!» he said gleefully. «Is it because they’re shiny?»

Keigo rolled his eyes and fluffed his wings in indignation. «No!» Touya hummed.

«Explain then?» he asked, still grinning.

Keigo huffed and slouched slightly, wrapping his wings around himself.

«When I found them I wasn’t sure if I was ever gonna see you again, okay?»

Keigo spoke in such a quiet, soft voice, Touya could barley hear him.

But he did.

«Oh…» Touya mumbled, and felt his heart ache slightly.

He put the box back down on the floor and scooted over to Keigo and nuged his shoulder slightly.

«I’m glad the gross old staples aren’t the only thing you have left of me, yanno?» he said with a small smile, and Keigo actually chuckled.

«Yeah?» Keigo asked softly.

Touya chuckled.

«Yeah.»

After another beat of silence Touya took a deep breath, and reached under his tee to pull on the string around his neck.

Keigo eyes, who had been tracking his movement silently, widened as he realized what it was.

«Is that one of mine?» he asked and reached out to touch the red feather tied around Touya’s neck.

Touya nodded.

«Wasn’t sure if I was ever gonna see you again either, Birdie.»

Keigo made a soft little sound that sounded suspisciously like a coo, and carefully rested his fluffy head on Touya’s shoulder.

«I’m glad we did,» he said quietly.

Outside it had started to rain, the sound of the drops hitting the big windows made them both a little drowsy.

Keigo spoke again. «Meet again, that is.»

Touya hummed in agreement, and somewhere, somehow, he managed to find the guts to take Keigo’s taloned hand into his own.

«So I am I, Birdie,» he said softly, and rested his head on top of Keigo’s.

"So am I."

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[abeinginsand]

Scary has four memories involving her stepdad's old mirror. Out of the four, she's only looked at her reflection once. Parts: Prologue (Ron & TJ), Memory 1, Memory 2, Memory 3 (here), Memory 4 Warning: Mentioned bullying by classmates (not graphic detail) ---- It's been one week since Scary's eaten breakfast with her mom on a weekday (due to hefty work load). One week of sitting with Terry Junior and trying to not tear up at the sight of the empty chair across from her. Because any tears are a sign of weakness and the chumps at school get bored faster if she pretends she's unbothered by their words and hair yanking when the coach isn't looking. The pitying and sad puppy eyed look of a grown man her mom married is also just as cruel actually. So she has to keep the eye sweat in check. At least she can feel safe complaining about one of those situations. Terry's a softie after all and no matter what she does (or doesn't do), he never gets mad.

By the end of the week, her step...whatever...has not only ramped up his papaganda chatter but is now sitting in her mom's seat. The meal set up neatly on the table is her favorite kind of soup too, paired with a sorry attempt at a folded napkin. Its a bowl of red blood (tomato soup) and the fish that it came from floating on the surface (three-cheese-blend goldfish crackers). She mutters the quietest of thank you's under her breath and enjoys the soup in wonderful, definitely not awkward silence for a few minutes.

A silence soon broken by Terry asking stuff she wishes her mom would be here to ask. Except Terry cannot replace her dad and especially not replace her mom. Shouldn't be sitting across from her with the concerned yet somehow happy look on his face either. She glares in his direction, says a short "no" to him checking on her and asking if she remembered to pack her backpack. She goes back to eating the tasty soup.

After four days of this undeclared war with him, she finally hears him let out a heavy sigh. She smiles into her next spoonful, victorious. It felt nice to be on the other end of a conflict, to be the powerful instigator and not the prey. The silence returns, the two wash their own dishes and then it's off to the car. Scary sets the radio to the latest kidzbop album with her phone app and Terry triple checks everything in the car--especially seat belts and airbag locations before pulling out of the small driveway.

Maybe if Scary looked over to him at any point during the ride, she'd notice the anxiety written all over him. Instead, the teenager is writing poetry and doodling cross bones in her journal until the school drop off point is in front her door. She gets out without a good-bye and pretends it doesn't feel odd that Terry Junior doesn't say anything either. School happens, she has fun in creative writing and then she skips her last two classes to dye her hair in the abandoned girl's bathroom. ...Or she wanted to but she opened up the box, tried to read the complicated directions, got frustrated, and decided she'd try at home tonight instead. It's nice to avoid the mean girls in her gym class though. In the meantime, she changes out her low pony tail for a high and poofy one. She's one of the tallest girls in her grade so the yanking will be much harder with her hair not dangling past her shoulders. No matter what she doesn't want to cut it, since it took so long to get it this length.

At the end of the school day, her mom's black and shiny car pulls up. Scary slips into the passenger's side and is about to turn on her music when her mom speaks up.

"Terry..." "It's Scary, Mom." "Scary, my little grumpy pumpkin, what are those paperclips doing on your ears?" Scary puts her phone on the dashboard and crosses her arms. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe they'd be piercings though if you let me get some already."

---- Veronica Marlowe Stampler sighs but it has a much different vibe than Terry's one from this morning. His sounded like the air slowly flowing out of a popped balloon. Her mom's sigh sounded like one of those cartoon horses breathing out a smoke cloud through their nose as their gear up to sprint. The fingers tapping on the steering wheel as they remain in the school parking lot are like drumrolls before a battle reenactment (she saw one during a history class field trip last month). "We've talked about this so many times. No piercings, no guitar, and no tattoos until you're a bit older. And aren't you going to ask why I'm picking you up today instead of your step-dad?" Scary pouts at the familiar words and looks out the window, avoiding her mom's burning gaze. "Ugh! Can't believe a mother would bully her precious daughter like this--" The girl sputters at the question. She forgot for a second that Terry should have been here. Scary got lost in the fact that her mom was instead (after barely seeing her this week). She turns away from the window and looks at her mom, checking her expression for clues on how serious this might be. Her mom has a few new wrinkles and small gray hairs. Her eyes say "I'm tired" and her straight posture in the seat could mean too many things. Scary is crossing her arms still, but it feels more like she's hugging herself now. "Terry's okay, right? I mean not that I care. But, w-what's going on?" Seems her response is enough to get her mom to relax and move to hold one of her daughter's hands. Scary doesn't stop her but doesn't squeeze her hand either until she gets a response. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like that. Terry's not hurt, he's just stuck in traffic. I was trying hard to finish up early today to surprise both of you anyway. Headed over here instead of to the house when I got his call." "Really?" "Really, I promise he's okay. I just...work's been a lot and I had some bad news for clients and maybe I'm carrying that stress into every conversation lately? I'm really sorry about all of this, the nagging, and the missing breakfast stuff too. I'm really messing up this mom stuff lately, huh?" Its not the first time her mom's mentioned stuff like this and Scary gets it. But still doesn't know how to make it all better. She moves to hug her mom instead of responding with words, thinks about demanding Terry be extra nice to her mom later too. They sit in the parking lot like that for another ten minutes, before they head home. Her mom's other car, the one Terry was borrowing, is in the driveway. The house smells like various spices and the dinner is delicious. Scary keeps stealing glances at Terry throughout the meal too, wondering about the traffic thing. Thinking about that one night that she held his hand and he cried even though he'd been mostly gentle and all smiles before. After dinner, her mom volunteers to wash the dishes this time. Both her husband and daughter say they'll take care of it at the same time. She smiles and puts her hands up in surrender, giving Terry a quick kiss and hugging Scary one more time after the girl makes a grossed out face at the parent pda. The dishes are done in silence until Scary interrupts to ask him if he's chill or whatever. He takes a few minutes to say yes, looking intently at the suds on the plates. They meet up at night again, both having woken up past midnight to wander the house quietly. Scary stops in the hall, looking at the chip bags in his hand while he stares right at the hair dye box in her hands. "You didn't see anything, Terry." "Guess I didn't see it and you didn't see the chips either. That's a shame though." Terry pauses in his soft speech to smile and point to the box as he continues talking. "Because I could help you use that, hun. I've dyed my hair with that brand before." ----

So, she ends up sitting in front her step dad's weird floor-length mirror that night, finally looking at her reflection in the glass. Terry's right behind her with a fold-up table. She watches as he gently works to turn part of her dark hair to a bright pink. It makes her feel different, cool, seeing the obvious, self-decided change taking place. The girl looks up at the engraving of Stud on the mirror and smirks at it.

The two talk a little too, the chatter turning into many a heated whisper. Its part of why Terry suggested going into the storage room anyways, so their talking wouldn't wake her mom. They argue quietly about best chip flavors, top 5 kidzbop hits, or about the awful ice skater tier list they both saw online the other day. Scary doesn't ask if he's okay again, because he's amused and lively look in the reflection is enough to convince her. Scary, against all hater urges, is starting to look forward to these nightly truces where maybe having to get used to a step dad doesn't bother her so much.

[lexiepoch]

Highly Trained

Prompt: "You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paperclip? Teach me!" "Absolutely not."

Word Count:764

You sit next to Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, catching up with the pair of them. “So, you’re healing well Clint?” You ask.

“Yeah, Nat pulled the bullet out on the jet and stitched me up pretty well. How have you been recently? It's been what, six months since we saw you last?"

"Yeah around that But there's only been one change in my life. I got a kitten." you admit.

Both assassins light up." A kitten?!" squeals Natasha.

You pull out your phone to bring up a picture of your new baby. "Yeah, her name is Liho. She is so tiny and she's all black. She's a little cuddle bug though. You pair should come over soon, I need to socialize her so that would be great. But that's enough about me, have you two been getting into any antics that I should know about?”

"Well this asshole handcuffed me in the middle of the kitchen, in front of everybody for absolutely no reason a few days ago. I was stuck in them for an hour before I could get a hold of a paper clip to pick the lock. It was awful." Nat punches Clint in the shoulder.

"Hey, that actually hurt Tash," he whines, rubbing where she made contact.

"Good, it was meant to." She smirks at the man, hand darting out to flick him in the temple.

"Y/n! She's abusing me!" he fake cries to you.

"I feel ever so sorry for you Clint. It sounds like you've earned it. But back up a minute. You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paperclip? Teach me!" you turn to the red head as she sips her chai latte.

"Absolutely not. No way." she shuts down the request immediately.

"Aww! Why not Nat?"

"Because, you would use it in a situation you're not supposed to. Like if you got arrested. And don't say that you wouldn't. We all know you would." she says, raising her eyebrows at you as you open your mouth.

"What?! No! Not our innocent Y/n! She would never do something that would get her arrested." teases Clint.

"I mean I've been arrested before. Tony bailed me out before anyone could really find out. Even made it disappear off of my record. So yeah, I totally would use it for that purpose."

"When did this happen?!" asks Nat, leaning forward on the table.

"A couple months ago now. Probably mid August. Tony was so nice about it too, came and picked me up in my favourite of his cars. And he bought me lunch that day."

"See Tash, Stark can be a good person." says Clint giving Nat a pointed look.

"Mhm, yeah right." Nat rolls her eyes and sips her latte.

"What do you have against Tony, Nat?"

"They had a nasty argument a week ago. Stark ate the last of her Quality Street candies and she's really upset about it. He's tried apologizing but she's having none of it. Aren't you Tash?" explains Clint, leaning over to peck Natasha's temple.

"It had my fucking name on a sticky note on the lid. It was very clear that it was mine. And everybody in the tower knows I don't share my fucking food. Even Thor knows to not take my food!” snaps Nat.

"Shh, it's okay. I'll buy you another tin from the Great Britain store on the way back the the tower. Just drink your latte Tash." Clint pats his best friend on the head briefly.

“He stole your food? Candies at that?! That man is lucky to be alive!” You chuckle, making Nat smile. “When do you guys want to come over and meet Liho?”

“Maybe next Thursday? I’ve got nothing that day. Does that sound good for you?” Suggests Nat, still looking grouchy.

“Works for me, Y/n?”

“That works for me, I get off work at one that day so that will work perfectly for me if you come by around two?”

“Great! That works!” Nat smiles, straightening her back and wincing slightly.

“Back sore still Tasha?” Asks Clint.

“No shit Sherlock. Rogers and I sparred yesterday and you know how that goes.” You giggle at that.

“Yes, yes I do. Please tell me you won!”

“Of course I did! No way I was letting Captain America beat me!” The three of you laugh. After a while you say your goodbyes and head your desperate ways. “See you Thursday Y/n!” Calls Nat as you get into your car.

“See you then Natty!” You wave through the window before driving off.

The End

[mo79zz]

Process Book Shots

These are my finalised process book shots done in the studio. I photographed my favourite pages and the singular front and back pages. The alignment for the front and inside front cover were perfect and there's no white borders or strips anywhere.

I really like what I added on these two pages, I think a message from the artist is a nice touch and I will be carrying this over in future books. The addition of the 3 stacked semi circles on the right helps to balance out the business of the left side cover while still keeping it nice and simple. Unfortunately, the pages of my book were slightly out of line with the cover when sticking it so the bottom of the shapes were cut off but as I had large margins on my pages it didn't effect the rest of the pages - and any with a full bleed image got cropped within the bleed marks still.

The addition of the tabs on the right hand side of each page was nice as when you look at the book side on you can see the block of colour (not pictured very well)

I really like my contents page and think it's unique to anything else I had seen. I maybe could have shrunk the text a bit more so that less was cut off but it is still 100% readable and works well. The pink and red contrast is nice yet still similar and the wavy line through it ties in everything well.

My front cover is simple yet gets the message across and still ties in all elements from my book - design wise. I like the colour difference from the back to the front and that the shapes cross over to the back - allowing me to add in my name in one of the shapes.

these are some of my favourite spreads. I like the layouts of them and how well you can see the images due to the size of my book, it helps being able to read the mind map for ideas and you can also slightly read the Miro board text. I really love the tracing paper page and how it symbolises my thinking in illustrating on top of images. I do wish however that I could have credited the images but I lost the links as they were downloads.

Evaluation:

At the start when we were briefed about this I was quite hesitant as I had too many design ideas so didn't know what to pick. I had the intention to work on it while doing projects so I could update it as I went but I'm glad I didn't as leaving it till the last few weeks of term meant I had more pieces to work with and flow through my book. I have really loved the process of making this book, being able to have my blog in a physical form with elements of my design implemented throughout. There are definitely some errors within, however only minor. I could have definitely done with doing an entire test print rather than just the first few pages as I forgot some of the coloured tabs on pages and there was a random shape on one of my pages too. These are such small problems though and don't affect much within my book. However, one slightly more major issue is that my QR codes have deactivated, the website I used only allowed a 7 day free trial (something I didn't even know about) which had timed out by printing. The canva created QR codes work for my app pages but none of the other ones do which is quite frustrating, so I will print out new versions that work and paperclip them in and update them on the indesign file to have functional ones for upload. This is something I will definitely take into consideration for my next book as I really like the feature as it makes the book quite interactive. I also didn’t proof read my text which is something I should definitely do, to make sure it all reads okay and to ensure there are no orphans or widows. Next time I will also try and keep all my text widths the same as they do vary throughout the book - and I will put more time into perfecting these things to get into the habit of doing it for future text heavy projects (and its just good practice in general). Overall, I am really proud of myself for achieving this, especially it being my first one and I look forward to creating more and being able to see my development from book to book and compare my first book to my final one.

[thanksforthedinosaur]

march 2024

brye - direct message

phoebe go - 7 up

holly humberstone - dive

brimheim - normies

ayleen valentine - ask nicely

lucy rose - whatever you want

luna shadows - stay mad

susannah joffe - i'd hate me too

asha jefferies - brand new bitch

ellis - what i know now

becca mancari - short and sweet

snarls - heavy drinker

black polish - birthwright

juice webster - black coat, black skirt

carla geneve - drive carefully

eliza mclamb - glitter

hana vu - care

bnny - good stuff

hana eid - taller than me

superfan - sewn up and handsome

hannah cameron - the wrong way

lilith ai - fawn

grace gardner - lubbock

bombay bicycle club - better now (feat. rae morris)

real estate - flowers

mini trees - shapeshifter

paula cole - take it take it take it

ggwendolyn - black hole swimming pool

sarah julia - cairngorms

kristiane - subtitles

faye webster - underdressed at the symphony

nep - a big brown dog named bagel

babehoven - birdseye

folk bitch trio - analogue

runo plum - but not

rainbow frog biscuits - stupid yesterday

any other - zoe's seeds

owen - beaucoup

佐々木恵梨 - mimosa

paris paloma - my mind (now)

rosie tucker - paperclip maximizer

sweet pill - eternal

thank you, i'm sorry - when i come east

mannequin pussy - loud bark

mourn - endless looping

boilermaker - shepherd

la dispute - sixteen

royal & the serpent - kinda smacks

gglum - splat!

emei - love me not

lindsey lomis - long way down

l devine - placeholder

cavetown - obvious

girl in red - too much

erika de casier - ex-girlfriend

pvris - burn the witch

sophie cates - like that

cxloe - no service

chloe george - glad you came

stella smyth - does it ever cross your mind?

piao - neopet rescrambled

caroline polachek - fly to you (feat. grimes and dido)

babebee - go, go / 가자!

peterparker69 - skyskysky

ko aka koala - tic tac boom

bella poarch - don't like anybody

kim petras - rim job

take van - hurt when you bleed

wavedash - all ur luv

u-pistol - wisteria

ten - dangerous

twice - bloom

yugyeom - ponytail (feat. sik-k)

iu - holssi

karin - dance,

usher - ruin

hailey knox - stranger

[honeyabyss]

Different ways to say I Love You (minus Luke)

Lucifer:

Lucifer isn't the best at saying what he actually feels due to his pride getting in the way, but he makes it up with small gestures

he is very observant and often knows what you need before you know it

putting on the fireplace in his study when he notices you start to rub your hands or shift your legs to warm them subconsciously

refilling your cup/glass while he pours something himself

"You should have dressed better, I can see you're shivering..."

his snarky side comments might sound like he's annoyed, but he actually cares and worries

he will most definitely put his cloak around your shoulders and keep you close to him with a hand on your waist

he's conflicted between staying subtle and showing you off all the time

"Aren't they looking amazing today? Haven't you stared enough yet? You're making them uncomfortable!"

when you're in private he becomes more open and affectionate, but still tries to play it down

him moving with his work away from his work desk to the small coffee table, sitting side by side with you, just to have you close

when he's feeling stressed he tends to intertwine his fingers with yours, seeking the comfort and familiarity of you

Lucifer tries to give you the same he feels when he is with you comfort, peace, a place to hide from the rest of the world

"You are my save haven! I don't always have to be at my best when I'm with you!"

Mammon:

"Hey! Look what I've brought you home. Ain't I the best?!"

small gifts are a regular occurrence with the Avatar of Greed, which don't always have to be the most expensive, extraordinary or thoughtful ones

"I was on the way home when I saw this and thought of you...you needed this right?"

it could have been the most ridiculous thing like a single paperclip, but he'd be so proud to have noticed and remembered you were having troubles organizing your papers yesterday

him being a tsundere makes it hard for him to openly admit or show his love for you sometimes, his thoughts are full of you and he is constantly complementing you and how much he wants to hold you in his arms or kiss...but actually vocalizing or holding and kissing you seems to be way harder

though that doesn't hold him off to keep you close and hold hands in front of others, you're his human and everyone shall know, you're his and his alone, they'd be mad to try and steal you away

as his sin is Greed, hoarding stuff happens often, most of the times he sells them to be able to get money, but every single thing you'll give him will hold a special meaning in his heart, will show off your gifts to brag

but material love isn't the only thing he can give, he'll also gladly give you all his time

he'll randomly invite you to go take a drive with him, just get in the car and go, no set destination, just Mammon and you away from his brothers and all the others

when you're alone he'd still be nervous, but cuddling will happen a lot, though he is always blushing a bright red

"If I could choose to have one treasure in my whole life, I'd choose to only treasure you!"

Leviathan:

being the Avatar of Envy, he is quick to loose his temper when you're talking or even dare touch other people, he'd be rather alone with you, but that doesn't always work, so being open and mindful about his sin is a must

"Soo what did you two talk about? Not that I mind...but you can also talk about everything with me, you know that right?"

he knows that his social skills aren't the best and that he doesn't know about to many normie topics, but he'll try his best to listen to you and come up with responses and ways to keep the conversation going

he wants to make sure you know he loves you so badly, but all he knows about love is from animes or games, so he often tries to recreate romantic scenes only to get thoroughly embarrassed

"d-d-don't laugh! This i-i supposed to be ro-romantic...."

he tries to keep you close to him as much as he can when you're outside

he knows how anxiety inducing it can be for him, when someone suddenly touches him, so he always asks you first, as embarrassing it is to ask you to hold hands or kiss, he feels better knowing you want this too

when he is playing his games, he dislikes it when you disappear out of his vision, wanting to make sure you're still there and letting you know he hasn't forgotten about you even though he is currently concentration on his gaming, he'll keep you in his lap with a furious blush on his cheeks and he might see the game over screen more often but it's definitely worth it

"You make me overcome my weaknesses, just give me time and I'll make you happy!

Satan:

"The weather is nice...do you want to take a walk with me?"

Satan enjoys spending his time with you in any way possible, a simple walk, reading sessions, visiting your favourite places, discovering new cafés, exploring galleries and museums, as long as you're around he is open to try anything

lazing around in his room cuddled up next to you with a good book will stays his favourite though, he has you for himself and it feels reassuring to know you stay with him even on the normal and eventless days

Satan isn't too handsy, but he does keep your hand in his wherever the two of you are, even if you only making your way to the kitchen, he is not exactly jealous just happy to call you his and show it

the subtle intimacy of handholding speaks volumes to him, to others it may seem like the most ordinary couple thing, but he likes to experiment and if his stupid idea of only holding 2 fingers makes you laugh then it was a full success to him

no matter how much control over his sin he has sometimes he breaks too, after getting out all his anger, he tends to be exhausted and feels vulnerable, he'll just sit down with your hands intertwined and his head resting on your shoulder, seeking comfort and affection

"Have you smiled yet? I smile every time I think of you!"

Satan will leave small notes to make your day or send you messages on your DDD when he can't be around you

"Did I ever tell you that you feel like home to me? I hope I can be your home as well!"

Asmodeus:

so many praises and compliments, like you can just sit there looking at your phone and Asmo just coos

"You look sooo pretty!~ let's take a picture together to remember this moment!"

he will take a lot of pictures of you and him, just to look at for himself when he misses you, to show off to his brothers and Solomon, or to the whole Devildom through posting it on Devilgram

he simply enjoys to look at you, though it always ends in a warm hug , kisses and praises

he may not be very poetic or thoughtful with his touches, but he always gives it his all, some feelings he just can't describe in words so he just holds you close to show you his feelings

spa days, shopping tours and going into the club happen often, though he understands if you're not up to it some times, but he will whine and demand to spend you day differently with him

he can't help it he wants to spoil you and show you off, he's is almost never jealous, rather proud even when someone flirts with you, that doesn't mean he'll give you away

"Come here, let me just hold you. You fit perfectly into my arms..."

as the Avatar of Lust, physical touch means a lot to him, not only in the sexual way, but most in importantly in the way of craving affection, he wants to be hold and to hold you, give him all your attention and he'll be happy

"Thank you for staying and accepting me!"

Beelzebub:

sleepily walking through the hallways into the kitchen to keep Beel company while he has his midnight snack and just sitting next to him talking about your day

"Thank you for staying awake with me, do you want me to get you food as well?"

with Gluttony as his sin, food is big part of his daily life, but he doesn't just eat to satisfy his hunger, but also because he enjoys the food, no matter how hungry he is, he'll offer you even the last piece to make you happy

sharing new food and old favourites of his alike, Beel likes to share his food with you, as he feels less hungry in your company anyway

seeing you happy and full makes him happy and full as well, so he puts you first most of the times, letting you choose what you want and going along with your preferences

"Anything is fine with me, you can choose for us."

Beel is also very active, playing Fangol, training and etc, he often invites you to train with him or tries to teach you new stuff, if you don't want too that's fine as well, you can watch and he may try to impress you a little bit, but he won't train much when you're around wanting to rather spend time with you

bear hugs. just you walking basically anywhere and Beel suddenly hugs you tight against his chest, nuzzling your face and having a huge grin plastered on his face

his affectionate hugs and kisses come out of nothing, surprising but welcome, some times he forgets his strength and you'll have to remind him, he'll hold you very carefully then asking if this okay

"I feel complete with you, so just stay by my side!"

Belphegor:

"Lay down with me, I nap better with you at my side!"

obviously nap time with lots of cuddling, he just drapes himself over you, holding you close and sharing his warmth with you...if you're lucky you'll even get a small goodnight kiss, but only if he's in the mood

Belphie is a bit too straightforward with his words and sometimes ends up being a bit mean when he doesn't really want to, so in crucial moments with you he tends to become quiet and seek out to hold and hopefully show you his feelings

Belphie isn't handsy but he loves to cuddle, he may not always hold your hand when taking a walk but as soon as you two sit down he'll hug you close without saying a word

when he finds you sleeping somewhere without him, he is a bit hurt at first but he recovers quick, he'll make sure you're resting comfortably, the pillow is soft enough and that the blanket keeps you warm, even going to the length to bring you his own blanket if fell asleep anywhere but you're room, without a doubt he'll feel tired after taking care of you and will fall asleep right next to you

"Sleeping without me...unbelievable...I'll just have to squish myself next to you then.."

his other passion stargazing always ends up with him hugging you and telling you about the different constellations and it's stories until you fall asleep...only when he is sure you're dreaming he dares to run his fingers through you hair and lowly hum a lullaby into the otherwise silent night

"Let's dream our life together and promise to make it true one day!"

Diavolo:

as the prince of Hell, Diavolo only ever knew people who treated him with respect, always leaving him to feel lonely and out of place, but then you came and you weren't scared neither did you treat him like a prince, you made him your friend and soon more

with you he feels finally complete and he tries to show you his appreciation and affection any free moment of his time

he'd buy you anything you want not caring about the price, but please tell him that a small and thoughtful gift makes you just as happy as anything else

being with you always has him giddy and bursting with love, he can't hold back and will shower you in attention or at least watch you do your thing

"You're looking radiant my love! I can't believe you're mine!"

similar to Beel he has these affection attacks where he'll just suddenly have the urge to hug you and shower you in kisses

being prince requires a lot of paper work, which he dislikes, when you're around he'll indulge himself in a few more breaks than he should, ending in him having to work overtime much to his dismay

"Will you stay up waiting for me at home?"

He knows it's a selfish thought, but he loves the feeling of coming home to you and getting greeted, he feels at peace when you're there and wait for him

"I'll never have to feel lonely again, when I have you!"

Barbatos:

as a butler time isn't something he has much of, so he some times feels like he can't give you enough, he'll try to meet as often as possible but often it's only for an hour or so a day

"Do you need anything else? More tea? Anything?"

He'll probably be stuck in his butler role and try to serve, completely disregarding himself, just grab him and make him sit down

Barb isn't used to physical touch and feels less comfortable to hold you in public, handholding is the maximum for him, he probably needs some time to get used to the more affectionate things

but when in private gentle touches, soft hugs and small kisses are his thing, just small reassuring stuff while you two relax and talk about daily life

he is more of a listener and he enjoys listening to your voice, it's one of his comfort things, hearing your voice means you're safe and that helps him keep calm a lot...he may not show it, but on the inside he is always worried for you living in between demons, he's on of them he knows how dangerous it can get

phone calls while he works happen more and more often as your relationship progresses, the need to see you gets stronger, but he can't just leave work, so you'll talk over the phone

"I missed you so I had to call. How is your day?"

night-time is his favourite, no work, no on watchers, just you two and your love for each other, if only it could be always like this

"One minute with you feels like eternal bliss, imagine our happiness if you'd stay with me forever!"

Solomon:

Solomon has watched many people die in his life, so he got used to not getting attached too much, falling in love with you wasn't planned, but he can't help feeling clingy with you now

he'd play it down, aloof as he always seems, but on the inside he is screaming at you to not go at the end of the day, just one more hug, one more kiss, maybe stay over the night?

he'd never say it out loud and every time he does say something affectionate something teasing or a 'just kidding' follows, scared he might seem too clingy

"You're my everything, without you I feel like I'm suffocating...just a joke I'm breathing fine, see?"

he's always touching you in some way, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, his hand on your waist, back or knee, whatever he just wants to feel the warmth of your skin telling him you're still there

he has lived through so many human lifetimes and experienced so much, he's happy to share all the good stuff with you and show you the most wondersome places in all three realms

the bad stuff though he keeps to himself, guides you away and hopes you'll never experience it

"Hey! Surprise I was close by and I thought we could take a walk?"

Solomon loves spending his time with you in whatever way, just whisk him away to whatever activity you'd like, surprise dates are his favourite, he doesn't want to plan out his whole life

"Now is my favourite moment with you. Why? Because I'm with you!"

Simeon:

Simeon as an author has his way with words, being able to spin them just right so every moment will become perfect, but he's more used to writing than talking and he'll use that to his advantage

"Even in the darkest of nights, your beauty lightens the room!"

expect love letter, sweet notes and poems written by him, hidden your schoolwork, waiting for you on your desk in RAD, on your pillow at HoL, anywhere he can sneak them to he will

and trust me he'll get so happy when he finds out you kept every single one of his writings

he also loves cuddles but only in private, in public he'll restrain himself to simple handholding or guiding you through the streets with your arms linked together

he enjoys to spoil you with attention, doing whatever you want, often it leads to cooking where as Luke likes to join in too, long walks, reading sessions, late night movies and cuddles, or even just long conversations about everything and anything you two can think of

"My lamb, may you come over and help a poor author who has lost his inspiration to write?"

when he is stuck with his writings he likes to take a break with you and hold you tight in his arms listening to your suggestions until he feels inspired again, no pressure though he can keep writing any time he doesn't have to come up with something on the spot, just distracting him for a bit works too

"I may have found paradise in your arms tonight, do you think your heart may be so kind to let me stay?"

[bluebellhairpin]

have some hawks headcanons/thoughts/scenarios because my brain has been ‘he is your main comfort character’ this week so enjoy;

you’ve been taking special notice of keigo’s eye markings lately, and have decided to try out some of your own. so you know, you grab some eye liner and put it on so it mimics how his look. while you’re finishing up the edges, keigo slides up behind you at the mirror and peaks around your shoulder to see what you’re doing. his feathers puff up when he gets a look at your eyes and he lets out a chirp cause “oh, oh, that’s like me. it looks very nice”. 

he can’t see glass - and I wish I didn’t want to elaborate on that but I really do - so all the glass that’s big enough for him to ‘fly through’ in your place has sticky notes on them. first time he saw it he was very confused at the floating squire of pink paper but then he asked you and “babe, there’s glass there” and now he acts like it never happened. 

if you catch him listening to songs that further define him as ‘blond himbo boyfriend’ no you didn’t let him think he’s cool and punk and edgy instead - though, please vibe to holding out for a hero with him once, it’ll make his day. 

the early bird may get the worm but the human part of keigo would rather sleep in until 2pm at all costs. he’s a grumpy morning person but the grump is all at himself cause his heart wants to be snuggled under the bedcovers with you but his brain says yell at the sun as it rises in the east. 

he hates hot weather. hates hates hates it. his feathers get all sticky and sweaty and he’d love to be sitting under a waterfall getting pummeled by the falling ice water. he lives for that shit man. 

also eats ice. just crunches it all the time. it itches a part of the ‘hawk/raptor’ brain that needs bones crunching as he’s eating (??? don't say it doesn’t make sense cause it does????). 

I can see keigo as being someone who likes splurging on a fancy night out once in a while. goes the while nine yards on it too. tailored suit. pretty red (ofc it’s red okay?) sports car. he’s got you a huge bunch of your favorite flowers - and some shiny things to ice your neck and wrists. gave you his card to go get yourself something nice to wear too. like man pays no mind to the expense - could easily blow a few thousand dollars on the outfits and gifts for the night even without the food. 

but mentioning shiny things - yeswearegoingtheretooshutup - he can find anything shiny and his only thought is “gotta give this to my s/o”. bottlecaps. paperclips. rings. headbands. tiepins. a paperweight. there was one of those two-way glitter pillows and he got that as well. he just grabs them and goes "here I made this for you uwu" like no buddy I know you didn't but thanks.

has the ability to make you feel like the baddest bitch even if you aren't. (no not just in bed cause he's a switch no I'm not taking opinions on this either period) is very prepared to be eye candy hanging off your arm or the perfect trophy boyfriend even just for one day and man he kinda likes it? the role reversal thing is something keigo thinks he could get used to.

chirps at babies. in his mind, their baby noises are supposed to be tweets and not babbles so he expects them to understand but they don't. luckily most of them don't mind since they don't understand completely yet and so they just keep babbling at him anyway as he tries to teach them to chirp properly.

Masterlist

[thisbetternotawakenanything]

Episode 3 costuming the final post: What we came for. The Gerri and Roman of it all.

Firstly. Yes to all of this navy. And the red glasses. I have come around on them, even though they’re larger than her previous frames. Which I guess is the point! She’s bolder now, but the core shape is still there. Sensible Gerri, prudent Gerri. I like the strategic wisps of hair also. I fear for when her hair will get too helmet-like. For now she’s still leveraging some softness. Although it’s not working because the men are all scared of Logan.

Secondly. The amount of shots with Gerri in between Roman and Logan 😙🤌 Delicious. Serve me that multilayered meaningful blocking on a silver platter, show!

I’m obsessed with this suit and with this necklace and spent many minutes trying to find a similar necklace online. The closest I got was a paperclip chain with a padlock pendant.

Roman is of course blue blue blue which considering the 2 power players in navy could still go either way. Blue has been Roman’s signature colour from the start, although historically he favours the lighter shades. So it’s interesting to watch the navy come to prominence, especially as he starts his apprenticeship under our Dark Queen. Who spent part of the town hall apparently staring at him, we cut to him reacting right after this shot. I see you, Nothing Other Than Of A Professional Nature Geraldine. Roman of course continued his Always Staring At Gerri agenda, much to our delight.

Bonus: What to wear to get simultaneously cock-blocked and homophobic slurred by your father for the PR favour you just did him. (What you were already wearing but take off your tie and jacket and roll up your sleeves. Casual for late night with Gerri! Curse Logan.)

Bonus bonus: A nice (for Succession land) man who once took Roman fishing. In his salt of the Earth outfit as usual. I do like the little moments of paternal care they show Connor sharing with his siblings so I was genuinely touched by the fishing story. Poor Connor. Can’t wait to see what horror he unleashes in future episodes.

In conclusion: Gerri Was Right. You should’ve listened to Gerri. But we all knew that. The red era grows ever closer.

[bonvoyagenoona]

Talking about students, today was my first day at a new school + back to f2f classes, I introduced myself and whatnot (my name’s isabella), then in one of my slides there was a picture of luisa from encanto, and my student just blurted out “teacher you’re perfect just like Isabela” I died on the spot. I know amomk Joon feels like this every time a student compliments him 🥺

Aww, hi Isabella! Congrats on your first day!! Hoping you felt safe and supported as well as welcomed warmly! You have such an important job -- celebrating you! What a sweet story, especially how it fostered a connection with your student! 🥺 Those moments have to be so spectacular for you as an educator!

Namjoon: OK, everybody! Before we have our first round of tests, I want to do a fun little tradition that I learned about when I was in high school.

Student 1: So, like, was your class all dinosaurs and cavemen?

Class laughs.

Namjoon: (too excited to care) They're called Warm Fuzzies.

His class already starts mocking him.

He picks up a box of some art supplies that he got from Mrs. Kim: stacks of small rectangular pieces of paper with a hole punched at one of the short sides. The stacks are grouped by color, and they're paperclipped together.

Namjoon: (starts passing out materials) Everyone take one stack of colored paper---

Student 2: I want red!

Student 3: I want blue!

Namjoon: (trading out for their preferred colors) ---and refer to the attendance sheets that I'm handing out, too. On each slip of paper, write each of your classmates' names, one slip of paper per classmate. On the other side of the slip of paper, write a small, nice note. Something you like about the person. Or something you want to say thank you to that person for. Something that will make that person feel warm and fuzzy. But don't write your name anywhere. It's meant to stay anonymous. (grins) When you're done...

Namjoon points to a table he has set up at the front of the room.

Namjoon: Walk around this table and place your notes in each person's designated stack. Keep their names facing up. I'll spend the rest of the period tying some ribbon in the holes, and then you'll all leave class with a stack of your own Warm Fuzzies.

Student 4: Uhhhh, MISTER KIM!

Namjoon: Yes?

Student 4: What is this for??

Class laughs.

Namjoon: Well, when you get stressed out, like during your tests, or if you need a pick-me-up, just when you're feeling blue, go back to your stack and read these nice notes. Hopefully you'll have a chance to smile!

Students exchange quizzical and sarcastic looks with one another. But the rest of the period runs smoothly, and students even follow his directions.

Toward the end of the period, Namjoon gets up to arrange the now multicolored stacks and start passing them out. Some students even get up to help him tie the stacks together with ribbon, without being asked.

And then one student walks up to his desk.

Namjoon: Extras?

Student 3: No. These are yours.

Namjoon looks down and sees that the class has written some for him, too. He flips through some of them.

I like that we have a smart teacher for once.

You and Mr. Min are pretty funny.

My mom thinks you're hot.

Namjoon chuckles.

You're kind of weird, but in a cool way.

You're a very nice man.

You remind me of my favorite uncle, and I don't get to see him much, so that's nice.

Thank you for being a good teacher.

Namjoon starts to tear up.

Student 4: Look! He's gonna cry!

The class laughs, but then they start clapping, and Namjoon laughs along with them.

[20moonchild21]

๛Struggling

Gif by @minyoongihoseok

Pairing: Poly!BTS x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: hardcore fluff, slight swearing

Words: 3400+

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๛匕he one where she struggles with money∙ꨄ

"What do you mean, you can't pay me this month?" You asked angrily, as you drove your hands through your hair.

"I am sorry, but what should I do? Rents are high these days. If I don't pay..." Your boss tried to defended himself with the same excuses he had given you before.

"Rents are hight? Are you serious right now?" You interrupted him quickly, getting angrier with every word he said. "What do you think I pay my rent with? Paperclips and stones? I need this money or else I have to quit my apartment. We have a contract. You have to pay me, please!"

Times were hard these days. The pandemic had hit the country hard, but aftermath was even worse. Most people were still too afraid to go out onto the streets, rather staying home and shopping online for everything, which causes you a big problem.

For years you had worked in a small bakery, that was known for their extravagant pastries and specialities. The pay wasn't much, but you loved your creative job.

Seeing people smiling when they see their wedding cake for the first time, was one of the best thing coming along with you job, but with no weddings allowed, there was no one to buy those expensive cakes. And the few people buying small cupcakes wasn't enough for keeping the business alive.

Of course you knew that your boss's hands were tight, as well as yours. He had to pay his rent, but so did you.

"I am so sorry." He said again, sounding almost sad. "But I can't give you this money. We made almost zero sales this month. My pockets are empty. I already need to take my own, private money to save the shop, or else I can close next month."

You closed your eyes, as your hands were gripping the armrest of the chair you were sitting on. You weren't the type to yell or scream at people when things didn't go the way you like it, but this time, you just wished to yell out all your frustration at him.

Everything came together at this point, which made it hard for you to keep calm.

You hadn't seen your boyfriends in over 3 weeks, because they were stuck in quarantine at home after coming back from a project filming abroad.

Then, your period had started unannounced this morning, causing you a ruined trouser and cramps, along with a heavy headache.

And now it seemed like you even would be homeless next month, because you weren't able to afford your rent.

You pressed you eyes closer together, trying to hold back the swelling tears.

"Maybe you have someone who could borrow...." You boss began again, but you didn't want to head what he was about to say.

Making depts was the last thing you wanted to make. You mother had always raised you to earn your own money, and pay for the thing you want to have yourself.

Asking someone for money would lead you to asking for more and more and more, until you can't pay that someone back. The same situation you were stuck in now.

"It's okay." You said quietly. "I will find a solution. Have a nice weekend."

You bent down, grabbing for you bag and leaving the small office, heading straight back home.

The next morning was hard for you. The letter lying in your mailbox in evening wasn't helping to cheer up your mood. You landlord was getting more and more impatient, waiting for his rent to be paid. You were already 3 weeks late with you rent, and slowly he was running out of sympathy.

The words he wrote held you up from sleep the whole night, causing you to desperately think about a solution for this problem:

"...termination without notice if the rent is not be paid within the next two weeks..."

You had cried a lot this last night. Never in you life you had thought that you would end up like this, broke and desperate. You even had considered to jump over your pride and ask your boyfriends, who clearly had enough money, to help you out. But you quickly threw away this option, not wanting to use them because of their money.

With no other option left, you found yourself sitting on your laptop, checking you bank account. Of course you never spend all your money all at once. You had laid back a certain amount of money, your life savings, that you had sworn to never touch.

This money was so important for you, because it was meant to be spend into your future. A future that included your boyfriends, a own house, a car.....children.

Of course, you knew that each of your boyfriends were millionaires, multiplied with 7.

If you wanted, you would never have to go to work ever again. With their money, they could probably buy you 10 houses, 9 cars, 5 horses, a plane and everything you could ever wish for.

But that had never been your goal in life. You didn't want them to pay everything for you. They had own dreams, and each of them had worked hard to earn this much money. You couldn't and you wouldn't take advantages of that.

"Fuck." You whispered, as your head sunk onto the table you were sitting on.

By now, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore.

You computer screen showed your online bank account, listing the accounts you had created years agon. Among them the one that was your last chance to not be homeless soon:

Life Savings.

As you clicked on the link, a new window opened on your screen, showing you all the amount of money you had saved.

4,516 $

You stared at this number. Of course, this didn't sound too much in the first moment, but you were still young, and with 4000$ you would easily come through another 4 months, even more if you would be economical.

The tears were still running down your plump cheeks, rolling over your chin and staining your blue shirt. You didn't want to do that at all, but you had no other choice.

The only person you would have been brave enough to ask for help, was your mom. Sadly, she died 5 years ago, with all her bereaved money spent for the hospital bills and the funeral.

You sighed heavily. There was no going back now. You would transfer the money to your landlord today, before he could kick you out.

You were about to click the small 'Transfers' button, when suddenly your doorbell rang. You flinched heavily when the loud noise rang through you ear, obviously not expecting someone today.

You stood up and walked out of your bedroom, over to the front door.

Immediately when you opened the door, a bouquet of red roses blocked your view. You let out a small shriek, when the red flowers sunk down, revealing a familiar face behind it.

"Hello." Jimin flashed you his beautiful smile, before he pushed the flowers into Namjoon's arms, stepping forward and lifting you into his arms.

"Oh my god." You breathed out as you broke away from you paralysis. You wrapped your arms highly around the silver haired boy, who was still hugging you. "You are here."

"Jimin, don't break her." You heard Yoongi's deep voice from behind. "We still need her."

He tugged Jimin's shirt, until he let you down onto the floor, pouting as he had to pull away from you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your nose one last time, before the next boy stepped forward.

Their very presence was enough for you to calm down from the past stressing days. Having them squeezing you in their arms, kissing you all over your face made you feel so loved and invulnerable in the moment.

"May we step in?" Jin asked as he pulled away from you.

Still overwhelmed from their sudden visit, you looked at him confused. He gestured his hand into your apartment. You quickly stepped away from the doorway, letting them step inside.

"Are you okay, Jagiya (Honey)? You look a little bit pale." Jungkook asked as he stepped in front of you.

He lifted his hand up towards your forehead, feeling if you had a fever. But your skin felt cold under his touch.

"I am just – I am just surprise that you...." You began to stutter as they all stared at you.

They could tell that something was up with you. Being together for almost 3 years now, they knew that you would began to slightly stutter when you try to hide something. So you had to think about an excuse, before one of them would ask more questions.

"What are you even doing here?" Was the first thing that came into your mind. "Shouldn't you be in quarantine or something?"

"Silly Jagiya." Jungkook laughed as he cupped your face into his big, manly (and now tattooed) hands, pressing a wet kiss onto your nose. "Three weeks are over. We can leave the dorm again, so we decided to surprise you!"

The boys quickly let go of your strange behaviour. You all went into your living room where Hoseok and Tae were already pulling out your sofa, that way you would all fit on it. As soon as they placed the cushions back onto the sofa, you were lifted from the ground a thrown onto it.

"Hey!" You laughed and giggled as Jimin crawled over you.

He laid his much heavier body onto your smaller one, trapping you under him. He grabbed for you wrists, pulling them up over your head, where he pinned them down onto the soft fabric. With his mouth, he placed a line of kisses from your collarbone up to your ear.

"I missed you so much." He whispered as he nibbled the sensitive skin of your ear. "I thought about you a lot during quarantine, Sweetie."

You knew what he wanted from you. As Namjoon once said, Jimin needed indeed a lot of love and attention, but you loved to give it to him. Sadly, you had to disappoint him this time.

He was already pulling and tugging on your shirt, when you brought your mouth up to his ear.

"I am on my period." You whispered in that sexy voice you knew he normally loved.

He pulled away from you, looking into your eyes deeply.

"Are you serious?" He whined as he let go of your arms.

You were already laughing hard when the other finally came from the kitchen with snacks and drinks in their hands.

"What are you laughing at, Jagyia?" Tae asked as he plopped down next to you. "And why is he already pouting?"

He gestured for Jimin, who had crawled off of you, and was now lying beside you, hiding his face in your chest as you drove your fingers through his soft hair.

"She is being mean." He mumbled against your chest. "Stacking me three weeks in quarantine, with no one to care for me, and now that I have the chance to finally love my girlfriend again, she is one her period. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"We had phone sex almost ever day." You laughed at him as you pressed a kiss into his hair.

"But this isn't the same." He still whined. "And we hadn't had sex yesterday. So you can't say every day. And beside, sex over the phone isn't the same..."

You sighed at his words. You forgot to call them the previous evening, because of all the stress going on with your work and apartment.

"I am sorry." You said, as you threw your head back into the soft cushions. "I was just so stressed with work and stuff."

"Is everything okay with work?" Yoongi asked as he took your hand. "It must be hard for you when no weddings are allowed."

For a moment, your thought about telling them about the trouble your boss had with keeping the business going, but you decided to not bother them with your problems. They had enough stress with their band.

"Yes, yes, Everything is fine." You quickly tried brushed his concerns off. "We have a lot of pre orderings and stuff."

The topic quickly changed. The boys told you everything they did while stuck up in quarantine. They had used the time to work on their new album, which they wanted to do on their own. They told you how recording and producing was going.

"Hey, Aein (Sweetheart)?" Namjoon suddenly spoke up. You lifted your head from Hoseok's chest to look up at him. "Have you seen my green shirt by any chance? I couldn't find it anywhere at the dorm."

"Oh yes." You quickly said. "You forgot it the evening before you left. I washed and folded it on my desk. You can get it."

He nodded and got up from the sofa to walk up towards you bedroom. The other boys meanwhile where swarming about the evening before they left for America three weeks ago, complaining how bad they need you.

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Namjoon had reached your bedroom door quickly.

He pushed it open and stepped inside. Immediately, he smiled when he saw your tidy bedroom. You have always been an organized person, which he admired, because he absolutely wasn't able to hold his room at home tidy.

He looked around, and spotted his green shirt, carefully folded on the table next to your laptop. He passed your bed and was about to reach his hand out for the piece of fabric, when his eyes fell onto the sheet of paper lying onto your desk.

He didn't want to invade your privacy, but the headline of the sheet caught his attention.

"Admonition: Pay your rent." Was written at the top of the paper.

His eyebrows cocked up. You didn't mention to them that you were laid with paying your rent this month. Normally, you didn't keep any secrets from each other.

He quickly read over the text. It seemed like you not only forgot to pay your rent, but you had delayed the day of paying several times. His eyes shifted over to your laptop, that was still opened up from when you were earlier working on it.

He entered the password, and the window of your bank account popped open. He saw which account you had opened, and it shocked him. He knew about your life savings, and he was slowly combining the figures.

You sometimes had mentioned that you didn't eared much money with your job, but you had never before complained about being not able to pay for your rent. Why would you take your life saving, instead of asking one of the boys or him for help? They would always help you out.

He stood up from the desk and walked towards the door. He quickly had to ask you about the rent topic, before you would do something you will regret later.

"Aein!" He called from the doorway. "Can you come here for a second, please?"

He waited for you to finally reach the room. Confused, you looked at your tall boyfriend sitting on your bed, looking kind of nervous and worried.

"Are you okay?" You asked, suddenly being pretty nervous yourself.

He didn't answer, instead, he gestured for you to take a place next to him on the bed. You made your way up,, and let your body sink down next to his. From this position, your gaze fell onto your desk. A flash of shock hit your body. Had he read the letter? What if he saw your bank account? What....

"I – ehm – I just want to say that I didn't want to invade your privacy. It was an accident." He said, as he took your hand, looking deep into your eyes. "But I saw the letter lying on your table. Are you having trouble with paying your rent? You know we would ever...."

"No, I am fine." You quickly said, not wanting to hear what he was about to say. "My boss is just a little bit late with my payment. But it will eventually arrive within the next days."

He looked at you intensely, knowing that you were lying because he saw your bank account. He sighed, and pulled you over from your spot onto his lap. Immediately, your arms wrap around his neck, nuzzling your nose into his neck. His apple scent was overwhelming your nose.

"Aein." He said quietly while stroking your back in small circles. "Why are you lying to me? You know that I, that we, would always help you out. I saw on your computer that you were about to take the money from your life savings. Why would you do that instead of asking one of us?"

By now, you couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Not only had you lied to your boyfriends, you also had to admit yourself that you had problems that you couldn't solve on your own. You hugged him tighter, sobbing quietly into his neck.

Namjoon didn't say anything, he just rocked you gently back and forth, rubbing small circles on your back. He wanted to give you the time to tell him by your own. After a few minutes, you finally pulled away from the soft skin of his neck, eyes puffy and red.

"I – I don't – I am sorry." You sobbed even more, not being able to say the words. This was a really big deal for you. "I just don't you to think that I need your money to survive and - and I didn't want to have any depts. So I thought I – I could use some money from my life saving to bridge over this month."

You looked at your hands in your lap, fiddling with the sleeve of Namjoon's shirt.

"Look at me." He said, as he lifted you face by your chin. "Did one of us make you ever feel like you were dependent from us?"

You shook your head slightly, without hesitation.

"Did one of us make you ever feel judged when you had problems?"

You shook your head again.

"Did one of us denied you any help once, when you needed it?"

"No." You whispered.

He pressed a kiss onto your forehead. He then placed his left arm under your kneecap and his right arm under your back to lift you up in his arms. As he began to walk out of your room, you wrapped your arms once again around his neck.

When the two of you reached the living room, all the other heads shot up from the TV.

"Where have you been so long?" Jin asked as he shoved a hand full of crisps into his mouth.

When they saw your puffy eyes, they all immediately knew that your had been crying. Namjoon sat down onto the sofa, letting go of you, as another pair of strong arms were already wrapped around your body from behind.

"What happened?" You heard Jungkook whispering in your ear from behind, as he placed small kisses all around your ear.

You hesitated for a moment. Then looking up at Namjoon, who gestured for you to tell them, by lying his hand on your knee.

Carefully, you told your boyfriends about the financial problems your had. You told them about your work and your boss not being able to pay your payment in time, so you could pay your rent in time. You told them about you not being brave enough to ask someone for help, because you were embarrassed.

The boys listened carefully, as you spoke.

"But Jagyia." Jimin had crawled up beside you. "We are together. You have to tell us everything that is on your mind. We would never reject you, you know?"

"I know." You laughed slightly as you kissed his plump lips, that were just inches away from yours. "I am sorry. I thought I can just bridge this month."

"You are so silly sometimes." Jin suddenly said, as he bent forward to grab your arms pulling you along with him as he threw himself backwards onto the sofa. "I want you to trust us with everything that bothers you. We want you to be happy."

The eighth of you kept talking a little while longer, until you heard the words:

"Maybe paying rent is not necessary anymore, because there actually is something we wanted to ask you for quite a long time now."

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I think this one is pretty cute.

What do you think is the question at the end? I thin it is pretty obvious. Lol.

Mꨄ

[phantomseptember]

William: ❤️ RED HEART, 🌠 SHOOTING STAR, 🌈 RAINBOW, 💧 DROPLET Fern: 💚 GREEN HEART, ☁️ CLOUD, 🔥 FIRE, 🎀 RIBBON, 👖 JEANS

Hyacinth: 💌 LOVE LETTER, 🌪️ TORNADO, 📎 PAPERCLIP, ✏️ PENCIL

Osamu: ☄️ COMET,🔥 FIRE, 🔫 PISTOL, 🖍️ CRAYON

William ❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)? Acts of service is the biggest! Quality time and words of affirmation are close seconds. Cuddling is nice too, but it has to be someone he deeply trusts. 🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make? Oof, there are definitely some wishes he would want to make. But he would be unsure if he had the right to wish for something that would affect lots of other people (even with no repercussions). He's also a "If it's something I want, I'll get it myself!" kinda guy. I think he'd settle on wishing for his bf to be unharmable. Or something similar. XD 🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self? "Move your orchids to safety [on this specific day]." He's pretty ok with how his younger self worked most things out. 💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon There were times when he was little where he hoped he would fail the "Where's the poison/which one's the poison" game. But failing--intentionally or not--would prove he wasn't perfect. And he was trained to be nothing but perfect. Wanting it all to stop, but his traumatic conditioning keeping him alive only to experience more of it. u_u Fern 💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food? His friends making an effort to spend time with him, or them just saying nice things to him. A positive response to his presence gives him comfort. ☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon If the rogue had been allowed to also be a bard these two would have had so much more soft time and hijinks together. She woulda helped him earn his musical performance proficiency. :) 🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self? Oof, which ones doesn't he have. XD He has a lot of survivor's guilt, which has really just wrecked him big time. Him re-entering a combat-focused career was a pretty big one. He did it in hopes that he'd die helping others survive. 🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into? I want the double-bards au! The DM forced the other bard player to pick a different class, which was a real bummer. I think two bards would have been fun, especially since they were so different and complimented each other well. Au where everyone's backstories were actually given respect and satisfying resolutions. 👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit? His military boots and trousers, and then a well-made tailed coat with intricate red embroidery. Necklace beaded to look like droplets of blood.

[it-was-summer]

When I’m Away (Aged Up!Five x Fem!Reader)

Requested: Yes! Im so glad you guys enjoy my writing and support me! 

Plot: It was basically Five and fem!Reader were best friends and in love and when he jumped, she ended up in the apocalypse together with him. He finally confessed. A few years down the line they got married (as best as one can in an apocalypse xD) and eventually made it home together slightly aged up. Five was always insecure about the fact that he made Reader suffer though even accidentally. It was his biggest regret but most selfish happiness. Post-apocalypse saving, he overhears a conversation Reader is having with one of the other Hargreeves (Klaus, Allison or Vanya come to mind) and misinterprets it/mishears it. He thinks Reader regrets being with him and was truly miserable all this time and that crushes him inside. He starts doing his best to make things happier for her but also makes himself scarce. In a life or death situation, he ends up putting himself in the line of fire for her and before he passes out from the wounds, he whispers an apology to her with tears in his eyes and that he wishes that she can have a second chance now that she's young again. Of course Reader doesn't understand at all what he means and Five refers back to what she said and that's when she realizes what he means and that he misunderstood. He ends up blacking out before she can clarify his fears though and her next week is hell because she's so afraid Five won't wake up and will die thinking she never loved him. When he does she sobs, and she finally tells him that he misheard her and that she loves him and wouldn't trade her life with him for anything. (Right up my ally) Just because you wanted them aged up, I made the two of them 18, I hope that is okay!:) I hope that you like it!! @oceanspray5

Word Count:2623

You couldn’t really remember how it happened. The only thing you could remember is a flash of blue appeared and then a boy was there, in a mask. Everyone knew about the Umbrella Academy, you would be lying if you said that you had no idea who they were, but you did indeed recognize the emblem on his uniform. It was weird, however, that he was standing in your backyard. He stared at you, struggling to find something to say before you shrugged and said “Maybe the calculations were off.”

After that he would occasionally pop in without the mask, inviting you out with him when his family was too much or when he was feeling lonely. You didn’t mind, it was nice to have a friend. It was nice to have someone to talk to, even if that someone was sometimes a little too blunt.

The two of you sat on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon, sunshine shining down on the two of you when you spoke up “You seem less snarky today.”

“Less?”

“Yes,” you nodded, still waiting for him to say why he was in such good spirits, but his answer never came. You didn’t pry, you knew that eventually he would say something, but right now was not the time.

His friendship came easy, it was like learning how to walk. You didn’t need to remember how to walk, you just knew you could. That’s how it felt to be friends with Five, he was like a walk in the park. It was your feelings that came second, crashing down on you like a piano, leaving you bewildered and wounded.

You never said anything, thinking that it was just a mindless crush that would eventually disappear, leaving things to continue as they normally did. However, you couldn’t help but notice how bright his smile was, how lovely his hair looked, or how he had dimples. None of that made you want to confess, the only thing that made you want to confess is when he would reach out for you. When his fingers would brush against yours in silly moments of bliss, that’s when you felt your chest deflate, leaving you in desperate need for air.

It was Summer, green decorated the world and colors swayed in the hot wind. You watched from the front door of the Hargreeves door. You knew that today was the today. You were just simply waiting for a moment. You were waiting for his schedule to be clear. It was supposed to be clear after lunch and you knew that, so you were here at one in the afternoon, waiting. You were playing with the hem of your shirt when the door opened in a violent fashion. Your eyes gleamed and you stood straighter, but that’s when Five ran past you. You followed suit, ignoring his warnings as he started his own personal mission. You lept towards him, in an attempt to grab hold of him, succeeding only to be surrounded by blue lights. You didn’t let go till Five stopped running.

It was hard to breathe, that was your first thought. You couldn’t seem to get a deep enough breath. Five was screaming, frustration filling up his senses as he tried to escape this hell. Then he ran, back in the direction of the umbrella academy, back to his home. You stood still, noise becoming obsolete as your soul left your body. You felt as if you watched yourself follow Five, you didn’t speak, you didn’t cry. It was only when Five turned to you with a panicked face and teary eyes that you felt your soul return, running over to him and holding him tightly as the two of you sobbed in the wreckage.

Surviving with Five was the easy part, he was your best friend so of course it was easy. The hard part was remembering. Sometimes you would have dreams about home, about your family or friends, sometimes you would even dream about growing up with Five. Growing up normally, as normal as the two of you could be, given how one out of the two of you was especially gifted. You dreamt about school life with Five. Going to prom with Five. Something normal and desperately sweet, but then you would open your eyes and you would be in a crumbling house, feeling hopelessly lost.

It was getting colder and you were looking for something to burn that seemed relatively dry when Five flashed in next to you. “Need help?”

You smiled up at him, giving him a tiny nod as the two of you started to walk into piles of rubble. “Do you ever dream about what could have been?”

“What could have been?”

“Yes,” you picked up a wooden plank “, Sometimes I dream about us, I dream that we met normally, like in the movies.” You explained as Five stared at you. He bit his lip and held his hand out towards you, letting you safely cross a ledge.

“No, I try not to.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I think that if we were normal,” his hand lingered “, I think that things would be different.”

Your eyes locked onto his for a second before he bent down to pick up some branches. You looked away with a small hum “Maybe, but I think we would always find each other. In this lifetime and in others, I think it always had to be the two of us.”

Five swallowed hard, turning to face you. It had been months now, months since the two of you ended up stuck here, and yet you still seemed so lovely. Even when the entire world was gone, you were still his light. He decided then that, no matter what happened it had to be you. It would always be you. “Like soulmates,”

“If you’d like a definition, then sure, like soulmates.”

“Despite everything I believe in, I can find it in my heart that I have always loved you.” Your eyes became wide as you held the wooden plank closer to your chest, mind running rampant as you tried to string a sentence together in the midst of your astonishment. Five grinned, knowing that he must have said something right by the way your cheeks were turning a beautiful red. You let out a melodic laugh as you leaned towards him, pressing a small kiss to his temple, then whispering a sweet “I love you too.”

Your love for each other grew like wildfire with each passing day; each week, month, and year felt as amazing as the last. The depressing parts of the apocalypse were drowned out by kisses and days of being together. Days of surviving together. That was enough to make it all bearable. All the scorching hot days, the freezing nights and rationing seemed so little compared to how the two of you loved each other. It was a few days before the fortieth anniversary of the apocalypse when Five turned to you with the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face. “What?”You giggled lightly, pushing him softly in a lame attempt to get him to answer you.

“I found some candles and guess what started blooming,” he pulled you by your arm over towards a patch of dandelions. They weren’t exactly flowers, but you weren’t complaining.

“Lovely,” you sighed as a gust of wind blew through the two of you, Five’s mouth moving but you couldn’t make out the words until the wind settled and you heard him say “We should get married,”

It was something impulsive and unplanned. You knew that even with the paperclip rings the two of you managed to make for each other wouldn’t be legally binding, but it was enough. Marrying each other gave the two of you just an ounce of normalcy in the middle of the revived earth. It was enough to make the two of you feel good about the world again. Hope was slowly being restored and the two of you had hoped that this small union between the two of you would be enough to settle the horrible images that surrounded both of your minds every night. So with two small vows and “I do’s”, the two of you wore poorly constructed paper clips around your left ring fingers, proudly.

Now you were staring down at that same paperclip ring on a much younger hand. After escaping from the commission and running, you were addressing your situation silently in a fully furnished, not to mention, elaborate living room. You and Five had jumped back into time, and by some fault the two of you became eighteen again. You felt more alive, yes, but more anxious than ever. You wish the two of you had more time. More time to make up a plan for the apocalypse, a better plan. Five sat with his back against yours, muttering soft calculations in the silence of his home. You just wish the two of you had more time.

The time the two of you were running through a clothing warehouse was when Five first saw it. He saw how desperate your eyes looked. Given that the two of you were being shot at the time, but his mind traveled back to when you talked about normalcy. His heart tugged in his chest, seeing your panicked face move closer, grabbing hold of his hand tightly and yanking him under a countertop. Deep down inside Five always felt guilty for bringing you along, although it wasn’t willingly, his chest still felt heavy as the two of you escaped the warehouse alive. He wanted you to have a normal life, that’s all he wanted. He wished he could be normal for you, stable for you and above all be extremely and completely boring for you, so you could have that normal life that you clung to in your dreams.

You watched Five perform a dance you had never seen before, walking around the kitchen avoiding your stare from the table and escaping any attempts of conversation and he did it all with a sweet smile. One moment he would be talking to himself loudly down the hall, but as soon as he saw you, he sent you a sweet look and stopped talking all together. He seemed so strange, and yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were sure that he was just trying to figure things out the same as you, but he was worrying you.

You were walking around the house when you heard Klaus calling your name in a excited tone, he straightened when he saw you, bowed and then said “Mrs.Hargreeves,”

“Klaus,”

“How is the husband?” he asked as he sauntered over next to you, sitting on the couch before he patted the cushion next to him for you to take.

You sat with a tiny huff “He’s being,” you trailed off before saying “,Him.” You let out a defeated sigh as you heard Klaus laugh at your anxiety.

“He’s Five, he’s always been moody!”

“Yes, but he loves me.” You looked down at the paperclip wrapped around your finger with a groan “I think he’s just stressed, or something. He gets distant, yes, but usually he isn’t so happily ignoring me?” you vented before you brought a hand up to your forehead gently.

“Why did you marry him anyway?”

You grinned, feeling childish “Maybe, because he was the last man on earth,”  that was the last sentence Five heard before he walked away, locking himself back up in the room filled with equations. 

“I married him because I love him. I really do.”

Something you had learned at the commission was that a gunshot was less dramatic than it was on television, and the worst thing you learned was that the screen wouldn’t fade to black when things got gory. Now you were wishing you were in a movie, as the gun was pointed at you by Hazel, but instead of the bullet going through you a brilliant flash of blue took the bullet for you and Five was falling to the ground, bleeding out from his chest. You let out a scream, catching him before his body could touch the earth, holding him close in your lap as his siblings fought off the assassins.

“Five,” you said his name clearly, holding back tears as your hands were becoming red with his blood.

His eyes darted towards yours in a second and he smiled softly. “Hey,” you dragged him behind the bar, leaving a trail of blood behind the two of you “Hey, Y/N…” You looked down at the sound of your name, tears blocking your vision. “I’m sorry for,” he paused, eyes searching for the words as his mind became foggy and damp “,for everything really. Please, please stop this and maybe you can move on without me and be better. Be happier.” he said breathlessly as Grace rounded the corner at the perfect time.

“What are you talking about,” his eyes fluttered, fighting to stay conscious as he let out a tiny whine before he drifted off into a state of unconsciousness “,Five!”

Then next few days were absolute torture, you sat at Five’s bedside, waiting for some kind of sign that he would wake up. Grace said his vitals were fine, it was only a matter of time till he was awake, but that didn’t start the ball of anxiety from growing deep within your stomach, infecting all of you quicker than any virus known to man. He had to wake up. Did he truly believe that you could ever live without him? That you could ever do any of this without him? Five was the love of your life, your soulmate, the one person who was supposed to grow old with you… again. You were stuck in this body, feeling miserable as you stared down at your unconscious husband, begging to anything, to anybody, that he would wake up soon.

It was around three in the morning when his eyes opened, slowly, but surely they opened. The first thing he focused on was you, seeing the red around your eyes as you stared down at him. “Five,” you let out a heavy sigh, smiling with relief.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? I’m your wife, why wouldn’t I be here?”

“You only married me because I was the last man on earth,” Five’s fresh eyes filled with tears as he watched you let out a small sound of understanding.

“Is this,” you paused, your smiling dropping quickly “,Is this what all this was about? You heard me joking around with Klaus and you thought I was serious?” You questioned, feeling your heartbreak for the man you loved. “Five, my love, I love you with everything fiber of my being. I didn’t mean it like that. I would never leave you. I could never replace you, my love.” you leaned down, kissing his nose gently, giving Five a easy going smile as you pulled away.

Five swallowed hard as he looked up into your eyes, suddenly feeling foolish for how he was feeling. All the guilt he built up, watching you panic. It was because you needed him, you loved him. You couldn’t bear to lose him, just like he couldn’t bear to lose you. He let his tears fall “I’m so sorry, I thought you didn’t want me anymore, I thought-”

You shushed him softly “It’s okay,” you slid into the bed with him, holding him close as he calmed down “, It’s always been you. I could never love anyone else, it’s always going to be you.” You whispered sweetly to him, feeling his body relax into your embrace.