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bey0nd-1he-stars · 1 year

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Not right now - Five Hargreeves

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x reader

Word count: 1658

Warnings: crying

Summary: After Five returns back to his family after living in the apocalypse you ask him how he’s doing.

Five stood in front of you, putting the slices of bread for his sandwich on the table before blinking to get some marshmallows from a cupboard. Vanya, Allison stood on the left side of the wooden table, Diego and Luther on the other side while Klaus had opted for placing himself on top of said table. You were sitting on a chair beside Vanya, your gaze set on Five. His suit was way too big and it wasn't the usual academy uniform, but that was the only signs visible from his disappearance.

"Where did you go?" Diego asked, however he sounded pretty uninterested in the answer. But the question had to be asked, you all knew it. Five, who was getting some marshmallows, didn't miss a beat before he answered.

"The future," his spacial jump back to the table caused a pause in his answer, "it's shit, by the way."

"Called it!"

You rolled your eyes at Klaus but kept your gaze at Five. It was odd seeing him again, and it was even more odd that he hadn't changed a bit since last time. He was still in the same, young body, the same haircut, the same movements as he'd had then. He looked just the same. Just the same as the portrait above the mantel place. But he had another look in his eyes now. Before he'd disappeared, it'd been determination and a will to prove himself. Now it was something else. It was like a gray layer had placed itself upon his green eyes. Like someone who'd been through way more than they should.

Five gave a sight as he continued making his peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich, "I should have listened to the old man." He opened the refrigerator to retrieve some peanut butter, "you know, jumping through space is one thing," he threw the refrigerator door shut but it stayed open just a glimpse; he didn't acknowledge it though, "jumping through time is a toss of the dice." He paused and looked up at his siblings, his gaze sliding over all of you before landing on Klaus' attire for the occasion, "nice dress."

Klaus lit up, "oh, well, danke!"

Vanya cut him off at the last second and returned the attention to Five, "Wait, how did you get back?"

"In the end I had to project my conciseness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time."

Diego had his gaze locked on the floor, trying to process whatever the hell Five just had laid out on the table for them. He frowned slightly and shook his head, "that makes no sense."

"Well, it would if you were smarter," Five deadpanned and completely ignored Diego when he quickly stood up, taking offense in Five's answer. Luther quickly held out an arm to stop Diego from doing anything more drastic.

"How long were you there?" Luther still looked as confused as he'd done when they all first entered the kitchen. He'd just been standing there listening to what Five had been saying, trying to get the puzzle pieces to fit together.

"Forty five years. Give or take." Five's answer got both Diego and Luther to sit down, completely taken back by the answer. It clearly wasn't what they'd expected. Neither of you had expected it. And Five spoke so easily about it that it almost irritated you that he didn't take it more seriously. Instead he took it with a peanut butter - marshmallow sandwich and a shrug of his shoulders.

"So what are you saying? That you're fifty eight?" Luther's curiosity and his need to understand everything had started to kick in and you could see that it started to get on his nerves. He explained with his teeth bitten together that "my consciousness is 58. Apparently my body is now thirteen again."

"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya questioned with a shake off her head. You'd given up on trying to understand how it all fit together. None of you were as smart as Five. You'd never been, and you'll never be. All of you had come to term with that. At least you had. Five had turned away from you when he answered, "Delores kept saying the equations were off," he took a bite out of his sandwich, "bet she's laughing now."

"Delores?" Vanya wondered out loud, but Five ignored her. Instead he looked down at the newspaper where Reginald Hargreaves were on the cover. Or at least the news about his funeral.

"Guess I missed the funeral."

"How'd you know about that?" Luther asked, eyebrows furrowed and a questioning look in his eyes.

"What part of the future do you no understand?" Five deadpanned and looked up at him. You shook your head slightly at the banter, it was just like old days. It was like everything was back to how it was seventeen years ago.

"Heart failure, huh?"

"Yeah- no," Luther quickly changed his mind.

Five clicked his tongue and voiced what you'd been thinking about just seconds before," nice to see nothing's changed." He dropped the newspaper on the table again and started walking away. When he almost made it to the exit, Allison spoke up. She'd been quiet the whole time but reality finally struck her.

"That's it? That's all you have to say?" she turned towards him, disappointed when he didn't slow down his determined steps.

"What else is there to say? The circle of life." His steps echoed until they faded away completely. The kitchen got quiet as everyone tried to grasp what had just happened. Allison was the first one to speak up again.

"Well that was.. interesting." Vanya and you nodded in agreement, meeting each other's gazes and silently asking each other what was happening with the world right now.

"I'll go talk to him," Luther decided and stood up to go search for Five. Your gaze snapped to him and you stepped out in front of him when he started making his way to the stairs.

"I'll do it, just, lay low for now," you said quietly. All of you knew that out of everyone you'd been the one with the best connection to Five through the years you'd spent together. Luther opened his mouth to argue with you but you just quietly shook your head at him, silently begging him to stay out of this for once. He raised his hands in surrender and sat back down at the table with the rest of the siblings. You gave him a nod and walked out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs to go search for Five.

You found him in his old childhood room. He had changed out of the oversized suit and was back in his old academy attire. The clothes fit him perfectly and it looked like he wasn't a day older than 13. On the bedside table was a prosthetic eyeball, but you decided it would be best not to question it. Five sat on the edge of the bed, arms resting on his knees and his face in his hands. Your light knocking on the half-open door made him look up. A look of distress covered his face and he pulled a hand through his hair.

"What do you want?" he asked quietly. His green eyes met yours and it was as if you could see the memories he'd made while being gone. It all played over and over again in head and looking into his eyes was like watching a movie roll.

"Are you alright?" your voice was soft and the care that it held made Five wince in his seat. He hadn't heard that in a long time it did something to his heart. He was home again, with his family. With you. He pulled at the tie, trying to make it easier to breathe. He shook his head at you.

"Please, leave me alone, I can’t… I can’t take it right now."

Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Take what?" you wondered out loud.

Five looked away from your gaze and loosened the tie. He frustratedly pulled a hand through his dark hair, getting it out of his face, only for it to fall back again. Tears had gathered in his eyes and he picked at his cuticles.

"Being asked if I'm okay."

You sighted softly and walked over the threshold, shutting the door close behind you. Five slid down from his bed and positioned himself on the floor, back resting against the bed and knees pulled up against his chest. Tears fell from his eyes now and he furiously wiped the away, looking away from you to avoid meeting your gaze. You sat down on the floor with him, resting a hand on his arm, your thumb softly stroking across the material of his jacket.

"Hey, Five," you said softly, trying to get him to look at you. Pulling a gentle hand though his hair and softly titling his chin up so you could see his eyes, he finally looked up at you. The care in your eyes and the gentleness you showed him had more tears falling down his cheeks but this time he didn't bother to wipe them away. He let them fall, the cold tears making his cheeks wet and then fell down on his shirt before getting soaked up in the material.

"It's okay, you'll be okay," you mumbled and wrapped your arms around him, gathering him in your embrace. He fell into your arms, letting himself relax in just a few moments before the world was due to end. He gasped for breath, his sharp inhales and shaky exhales were all that could be heard in the room. He clung onto you, holding you close to him as if you would disappear if he didn't hold you close enough.

"You're not alone anymore." That's when he lost it. Those four little words whispered to him against his dark hair was all that it took for him to just let all the walls fall in. He let himself get lost in your comfort and your closeness. The hard floor under you both was making your legs ache and the position was awkward, but Five didn't care. You were here, right beside him again and he would let himself enjoy that as much as he could. You pressed him into you, falling into him just as much as he fell into you. And it was enough for now. Even with his gasping breaths and desperate hold on you, it was enough for now, for this little moment. For these few minutes.

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colorspoem · 1 year

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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I ADORE YOUR WRITING AND I JUST NEED FIVE HARGREEVES WITH A SHY GN READER. LIKE MAYBE THEY'RE ACTUALLY REALLY SMART BUT ONLY FIVES SEES THAT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THEM WELL BUT THE OTHERS DONT SEE IT BECAUSE THEY'RE REALLY quite??

I'm sorry if you wanted a full actual onehsot but with this idea I just thought of a fluffy ramble

Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Fluff, Ramble

Petal

This was just supposed to be a simple escape room. So why were they arguing–again... "Did you just graduate from the 4th grade?" Diego mumbled to Viktor. "Says the person who didn't know how to spell 'beginning" He muttered back. He narrowed his eyes at him, "There's too many fucking ns" He grumbled, balling his fist.

"Five, hurry the fuck up!" Allison hissed, eyeing the clock in the corner of the room. Five furrowed his brows, pinching his temples in thought. He was shuffling through different combinations. You bit your tongue, staying silent.

Klaus was on his knees, praying to whatever new God he believed in. Luther just leaned on the wall muttering, instigating Diego. The shouting back and forth filled your ears, making you squeeze your eyes shut. "Y/n, I need your help" The mention of your name leaving Five's mouth made everything silent.

Everyone stopped their bickering, turning their heads. Even though no one said anything, their expressions implied enough. You shifted your weight to the balls of your feet. You opened your mouth, your words hesitantly falling out. "What's the equations again?"

"First number, is (7 × 9 + 2)3" Viktor explained slowly as if you were a child. "Second number is 3 + 1 × 2" Klaus lifted his head from his praying stance, but he still had a slightly condescending tone. "Third, is [9 × 5(88 - 56)" Allison finished off, crossing her arms, glancing at Five.

The questions weren't that hard but seeing as there was no paper to work with, the numbers could slip away in your head. You stepped up to the lock, thumb grazing the 3-number lock. The wheel was loose, rolling underneath your skin. Five stood patiently, glaring at any of his siblings who dared to break your concentration.

"All the answers equal 1,640 so my guess is 164" You didn't realize you were holding your breath until a pounding sensation engulfed your brain. You turned the number wheels, and the lock clicked. The object fell open in your palm, you opened the door, the next room's layout in view.

"It's vampire-themed?" You smiled, turning back to Five whose mouth was parted. "That was quicker than expected" Five whispered, he knew you were ridiculously smart but you always shocked him with your timely skills. The other Hargreeves siblings seemed ever more surprised.

Expected Klaus who seemed— thankful? "You are an angel, a godsend. We've been at that level for ages" Klaus crawled vastly to the entrance, giving a quick bow to you. "Well maybe if you idiots would stop bickering and asked them for help this could've happened sooner"

Diego did not take being called an idiot light. "Well, how was I supposed to know they're some type of freaky genius!" He stormed to Five, smacking him aside the head. "Ask, dumbass, or get to know them" Five pushed him back.

"But you're just so..." Diego turned to you, gesturing to your presence. You walked inside the new room with the rest of the siblings. "Quiet," They all say union. You hummed, nodding, sinking away from all the attention. "Do something useful and search for clues" Five pushed past them, guiding you to a corner of the room.

"So you think you could carry us out of this?" He smirked. "It was just 3 math problems...it wasn't that spectacular" You muttered, turning over small objects, checking for numbers or letters. He turned around, looking at his distracted family.

He leaned closer, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. You wanted to bask in the exploding emotion longer but Five pulled away. "You're so smart" He laughed at your shocked face. You bit the inside of your cheek, leaning forward to him again.

Five's hand snaked to your hand, intertwining your fingers. "Guys! I found something~" Klaus called from inside a coffin. You giggled, rushing over to help him out the narrow box.

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eternal-armin · 1 year

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'CAUSE HE THINKS he's made of candy.

i think this is the longest thing i've ever written here, around 6.7k words and i had to revise it a lot because it took up too much space ;;; the title is a reference to candy by robbie williams because that song slaps hard

pairing : five hargreeves x male/transmasc reader. [he/him pronouns]

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where : after surviving the apocalypse together and saving the world, things finally return to normal, in good ways and in bad ways.

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warnings : mentions of trauma, some light mentions of gore, reader has a congenital insensitivity to pain and find getting injured amusing, so... a lot of that kind of trouble. i totally wanna do another part or so because klaus and diego being father figures gives me life

you walked through the half-dark house, making your way to five's room like you had many times, skateboard in one hand and phone in the other. making sure you hadn't waken anybody up, you opened the door, greeted by the expected sight of a dark bedroom and the sound of gentle snoring. "five, wake up~," you whispered, half singing, shaking his arm, steadily waking him up. he looked annoyed, his brow already furrowed and a frown already tugging at his lips, but he wasn't angry. he was rather used to it by now, in all honesty. "your favorite person ever in the entire world is here!" you hummed. five could basically smell the grin you wore.

"and i wish he would go away," he grumbled in response, trying to turn back over and go back to sleep, only for you to flick on the light and blind him. "jesus christ, a fucking―a warning next time, please?"

"shove your warnings up your ass, five, you can miss out on your middle schooler sleep schedule for a night."

"many nights, actually," he hissed distastefully, giving a mourning glance to the cozy pillow before he sat up, now disappointingly awake. "what do you want this time?" the grogginess was now leaving his voice, but not really his eyes. five almost looked nice when sleepy, even if he looked pissed as hell at being woken up. at least your face was a little more pleasant to look at now that you were back to your teenage self.

"let's go shopping."

five looked at you like you were utterly insane, then slowly looked over at his clock. he cocked his head at you. "it's almost midnight."

"mm, did i stutter?"

"i wish you did. i'm not going shopping with you at midnight. no place is even open." five tried to put his foot down. he was a steel wall to anyone else. but to you―perhaps for you, he was simply a clay plot, one easy to crack the more water you filled it with. it was nice to spend time with you without the entire world desolate and destroyed around you, at least.

"who said the place had to be open?" you shot back with a cheeky grin. five wished that he could be surprised with your blatant delinquency. at some points it had done you both well and your affinity for breaking rules, laws, and regulations gave you a peculiar resourcefulness, but now that you were both safe and home, well... you'd become a mischievous troublemaker. just how you used to be.

"... how the hell did we ever become friends." his voice was utterly flat and his expression exhausted and peeved and yet he still stood up, shrugging the blankets off of himself, heading to his closet because he would be damned if you were going to get hurt and he wouldn't be there to laugh at you.

well, you didn't really get hurt, did you?

"i dunno, but i'm sure you regret your decision." five didn't respond to that. "i will satiate your worries, though, old man, it's an abandoned mall this time."

"wow. character development. didn't expect that from you." with the newfound information he searched for something decent to wear. something that allowed him to move and remain covered by shadows should any unsavory things come to pass.

"hey, hey, i went from crying when i stepped on an ant to killing people, and even if that's negative character development, it's still character development, okay? stop underselling me." you leaned against the wall next to his door, skateboard lounging beside you, picking at your nails. he finally took a full glance at you now that sleep was totally gone from his mind and his body, narrowing his eyes. you were wearing jean shorts, an old nirvana t-shirt, and a hawaiian button-down completely unbuttoned. at least you were wearing knee-pads this time around, but that was all the praise he could give you. five still found himself stunned that you so brazenly didn't care about how visible your scars were; scars from broken bones, scrapes, cuts, gashes, burns, stabs, bullets, shrapnel. you paraded them about like they were boy scout badges which was almost hilarious because you never learned anything from the incidents which now lined your body. even though five would never do it himself, and in fact found it incredibly weird, he kind of respected it. admired it, even. but just that one thing, nothing else. never.

"what, see something you like, old man?" you mused, going from fidgeting with your fingers to looking him in the eye, your own glinting with a bit of cheekiness. not the worst thing to be woken up to in the middle of the night.

five scoffed. "never in my life." you rolled your eyes at that sarcastic response and your grin did not fade. "you're―you're seriously wearing that?"

"hey, i dress my age, mr. retired-man-with-dementia-who-only-remembers-how-to-play-bingo, alright? leave me be." neither of you were bothered by bickering whilst five changed from pajamas to day clothes. he wasn't getting totally naked, so neither of you really gave a shit.

"'dress your age'..." he muttered. "you dress like a blind tween."

"thanks, hot stuff."

"that wasn't a compliment."

"i literally could not care less," you shot back, then winked at him, adding, "lovingly."

five faked a chuckle in some sort of hum sound, shooting you a falsified grin before returning to what he was doing. "i don't want your love. i'm good."

you frowned a bit yourself, which was totally and utterly unnerving and made five, somehow, regret what he said a little bit. "ouch, dude, tell me how you really feel."

"you couldn't comprehend even the most elementary of my emotions, so i'll spare you the headache." he glanced at you a few times, more so at that lingering twinge of unhappiness that so brazenly took over your expression. those words were typically the closest you would ever get to verbal reassurance or comfort from five, not just because he was completely incapable of voicing his own emotions properly, but because physicality did more for you than talking ever did; so, with a comfortable, neutral flannel now hiding his previously exposed torso, he placed a hand on your shoulder. he was always gentle with you, which completely didn't make sense because if anyone in the world needed to be treated gently it would certainly not be you.

a little smile found its way back on your lips. now reassured that not everything was wrong with the world, five pulled on a dark sweater and paperboy cap. you looked him over. "you really look like a retiree now," you mused, but it wasn't an insult. he looked nice like this, out of that hellish uniform, and never could you imagine him in anything else. "do you wanna hit the golf course too, gramps? i'm sure they got some mocktails for you since you wanna keep the drinking to a minimum tonight."

"shut it before i make you." he spoke through gritted teeth, jabbing a finger at you, only succeeding in making you grin.

"is that a threat or a promise?" you clicked your tongue, picking up your skateboard and heading for the door before he could say anything else. "the old tree is, like, a twenty-five-minute walk."

"i'll just blink us, i'm not spending another thirty minutes with you on a skateboard on rough sidewalks, i don't even wanna think about what would happen this time."

"it was so cool, though! i never thought a compound fracture could look like that!"

"[y/n], you only think it's cool because you couldn't feel the pain."

"uh, yeah," you said back, raising a brow at him while he shut off the light to his room and closed the door behind you two. "but it was still cool." you had your bubbly little grin again and five rolled his eyes. despite all that trouble, all that excessive worry he would never admit to feeling, five still looked back somewhat fondly on those times. back when you were ten, still learning how to skateboard, and your parents didn't even give you a helmet or joint pads, when you broke your ankle and didn't even know something had happened until five pointed it out.

after taking one hell of a tumble, hearing the board crack a bit beneath you, you let out a breathless huff, allowing yourself a moment to absorb the sudden shift in, well, everything. five perked up at the sound, surprised you weren't crying or something after falling like that. you stood up and brushed yourself off like nothing was wrong, peering strangely down at the board, which had no damage. you pushed it back and forth once or twice with one foot and it seemed undamaged. that was weird. you'd heard it break, right? five came up to your side, glancing you over once or twice, before his eyes settled down at your feet. "you've got a little something on, uh―" five cut himself off, eyes wide, and you knew that shit was bad when he looked at you like that. he looked about as shocked as one could be, and that unnerved you to no end.

"what? what, did i..." you looked down at your shirt to make sure you hadn't torn it up or anything or were totally exposed, somehow completely not noticing the broken ankle on which you were unsteadily standing, chalking it up to you still half-standing on your skateboard. "what, i don't see what's wrong this picture. stop being cryptic with me, man, you know i'm dumb as shit."

"well―i mean, you aren't wrong about that 'dumb as shit' thing, but i think you just fully busted your ankle." his curtness was plain and simple, and you had already known back then that it would be a constant in his attitude. you looked down, then back up, your eyes wide and mouth twisted as you poorly suppressed a grin and a very annoying giggle. "don't look at me like that! how―how are you not feeling it? that would hurt like hell!" he kept gesturing down at your ankle, at the protrusion of bone and reddening, swelling skin.

"i dunno, i just can't feel it," you mumbled. he pursed his lips, simultaneously in disbelief at what you were saying and knowing that you were too shit at lying to pull this kind of thing off. all of a sudden, his mind was screeching like a fork in a garbage disposal. not being able to feel pain was kind of a bad thing.

he had actually been right, to no one's surprise, when you were diagnosed with congenital analgesia. that incident had marked the day where five silently vowed to be there to protect you, because you were alone except for him. and, to a certain extent, he was alone except for you.

"god really was fucked up when he made you, wasn't he," he muttered.

you both headed downstairs and the clock, by now, was probably around twelve. klaus waited at the bottom of the staircase with the cheekiest of smirks on his face, hands clasped together and his cheek leaning against them. you let out an exhausted groan, thinking you'd missed this tonight.

"something tells me he's super weird-dad tonight."

"why are you surprised, he's klaus, and he's basically your dad."

klaus let out some weird giggle. "i mean, i prefer the thought of being the really cool uncle who teaches you how to smuggle alcohol and how to juke rehab therapists, but i don't mind being a dad." he stepped in front of you two, hands now extended, and that dopey uber-proud dad smile back. "oh, just look at you two!"

"i thought you were sober," five said flatly.

"come on, you two are perfect together! your over-the-top chaos," he gestured to you, "and your sterile literalism!" and he gestured to five. "i'm just waiting for you two to make it official, i mean, two guys don't just survive fifty years in the apocalypse together only from a platonic bond." you and five shared a wide-eyed glance. "don't worry, if my cupid abilities don't get you two together, hormones will. i can't imagine going through puberty twice, let alone the sexual tension between two guys who can't admit their love for one another―"

you put your face in your hands, utterly embarrassed, whilst five was utterly unsurprised. a similar conversation had gone down before, and he just hated reliving it. "okay! that's enough. okay, okay, uh, we're gonna go! if you contact me within the next seven days, i will call child protection services and the police." of course, the threat was empty, but hyperbole was the best way to get your point across. klaus raised his hands in surrender and stepped out of your way. he did enjoy the picture of you two, though; the two extremes on opposite sides of the social attitudes spectrum, one extroverted to the point of it being a flaw and the other antisocial to hell; the opposite sides of the fashion spectrum, one being well-put together mature vintage, and the other being power-clashing at its finest. the multicolored shoelaces were also an appreciated detail.

"i love you too, my little schneke."

"... stop calling me a snail, i'm―i'm not slow."

"maybe not physically," five said quietly to you, and in response you jabbed him in the side with a quiet 'fuck you.' on that cheerful note, you two went about your way. the front door clicked closed behind you, and in a flash of blue-tinted light, you were gone, and the house was mostly silent. klaus was soon joined by allison, quietly making her way downstairs, the only remaining light sleeper of the family.

"you really are just laying on that matchmaker thing, aren't you." she sounded drowsy and awake at the same time. klaus greeted her with a simple smile and a single nod.

"i mean, aren't they just the perfect couple?"

"they certainly were standing next to each other," allison mumbled.

seeing five frustrated was worrying. staring down at his clenched fists, blue light barely rippling out like ice spreading over a metal surface. and so when you passed him, even when he did not notice you, you touched his shoulder, finding yourself in another time. "h-hey, uh, five―" you managed, feeling nauseated as yet again he travelled to some time else.

"get off of me, [y/n], you shouldn't be here!" he looked at you with anger, more like fury, but it was a weird cocktail because it was mixed with a very weird concern. suddenly the world around you two zipped away and was replaced with one of fire, ruined buildings, complete and utter desolation of what was once a world, once compiled with many lives and now every single one was snuffed out because a different roaring fire took everything with it. both of you stood in shock for a few seconds but your cool nature was the first to crack.

"five?! five, where are we?" your voice cracked and your chest tightened, whipping your head around because you thought if you turned fast enough you would be back home.

"like hell if i know, [y/n]! why didn't you let go of me?!"

"i wouldn't have been home anyway, five! i would be just as stranded, i―we―someone needs to be alive, right? someone?" both of you seemed to have the same idea click into your minds, stumbling into weak runs to find the umbrella academy. the building had once stood grand and tall and foreboding and now it was down to the foundations. your friends, his siblings, were gone. he fell to his knees and you turned around, horrified at the world but at least free from the stinging pain of heat and dust whipping into your skin. you felt as cold as ice in a world of fire and heat because, buried amongst the broken homes, were the only family you both had. just older, and... dead. in very painful, excruciating ways.

for all those years, you thought it had been you that stranded you in the apocalypse together; you had distracted him, you had ruined it all, and you never forgave yourself. you hid it well. but five never came out with the same thought process because he didn't believe it in the slightest. he'd already been struggling to transport himself to the time he wanted. maybe you'd exasperated things just a little, but it wasn't entirely your fault. never.

you both allowed yourselves time for the mental breakdown you so dearly deserved, but the time was coming to man up and start trying to find ways to survive. joined at the hip didn't really cover how close you were over those decades, how you couldn't sleep unless you were besides each other, how you protected five because you wouldn't feel the pain and how he always patched you up while cursing you out and still kissing the wound better because it always properly calmed you down, at least more than any words could. you took the brunt of the pain, weaponizing your congenital analgesia and using it as a defensive plan. it worked. even when the handler came around, especially when the handler came around, no defense quite matched yours.

"i should've left you back near the academy building," five muttered, wrapping makeshift bandages around your... well, your practically crushed arm. his voice was gruff now, and not just from the unpleasant living situation, but you were both nearing your thirtieth birthdays. you'd both filled out. you kept gazing at him whenever he patched you up, and even though his words were sour, his touch was sweet.

"what're you looking at, dipshit."

"nothing much."

"fuck you."

"you first."

five grinned a bit. some things never changed.

"wow. this place really didn't age well." the old liberty tree spanned out in front of you with basically no windows left intact, and beyond them a black void without any electricity in the circuits. the outdoor walls were crawling with ivy, the grounds fuzzy from overgrown plants on unkempt laws, and the concrete of the structure looked about ready to crumble. you'd come here a few times in your pre-apocalyptic childhood. it had been coming down for a long time after a few bigger malls came into the picture, carrying more stores, more variety, more fast food restaurants in the food court. now its charms drew only you in as 'how sick would it be to die crushed under the ceiling of an abandoned mall?'

"it's super cool, right?" you giggled, giddy as all hell. your attitude toward liminal spaces had stayed remarkably the same over the years. always, when passing by some tired old house, you nagged five to just take a peek.

"i don't think so, no."

"well, you're friends with me, so i don't think you really have good taste, so i'm gonna ignore that comment and think you said yes." try as he might, and he desperately did, five couldn't bring himself to hate that glint in your eyes when you looked at him. pure, raw curiosity with an undertone of excitement and glee that you were exploring some boring, abandoned place with him of all people. you set down your board and took your place standing on top of it and before five could scold you for skating on very uneven ground, you took off, ducking and pulling a small ollie to get through the shattered pane of the glass main door. five sighed through his nose and followed you in, eventually greeted by the sound of your bluetooth speaker blasting something he couldn't make out by its echo.

"how could you possibly find this fun?" he almost had to shout to be heard. you were approaching again after going around the empty lobby for a few turns, just going faster and faster, losing more caution every time.

"because it's mindless and mostly not illegal!" you responded brightly. suddenly you got the fantastic idea to jump off your board and let it go flying and you followed the instinct, landing wrong on your foot and immediately heading straight for the ground. you would've landed hard, getting at least a deep bruise, if five hadn't caught you by your waist before you could break yet another bone, scoffing at your terrible decisions.

"there are millions of words in the english but none of them could ever describe just how incredible it is that you aren't dead yet," he said curtly, helping you stand back up. you were giggling.

the music was still playing and so you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to sway and hum along to the eerily-echoing tune. he looked at you with confused horror, eyes narrowed slightly, not moving with you.

"don't give me that, shortstack!"

"i'm taller than you."

"i'm going to ignore that!" you chirped. "we're alive and out of hell, and we have been for, like, weeks now, it wouldn't kill you to dance a little bit!" your hair, bouncy from its messiness, danced almost more than you did as you moved it back and forth, singing whole-heartedly along to saint motel, keeping it a bit dialed back so that five wouldn't have his ears fully blown out by the volume. "who do you think'll see your shitty dance moves other than me? and we both know that i would be a total hypocrite if i insulted you for them."

"i don't dance."

"yeah, and i don't care. your hip won't give out if you use it for fun, fivey."

"don't... don't say that, actually." the cracks were staring to show, just as they always did with his clay pot attitude. you sputtered at the accidental innuendo.

"aw, c'mon, please? just this once?" it was no wonder that klaus was dead-set on his precious, unofficially-adopted son being in love with five, and also no wonder that diego was dead-set on keeping that same unofficially-adopted son as far away from five as possible. your puppy dog eyes were totally nauseating and deeply troubling and so he gave in, solely for the sake of his own sanity. he shut his eyes for a second, mumbling something along the lines of 'i should've killed you decades ago.' but he hugged your waist a little more purposefully and begrudgingly swayed a bit to the tune. the look of utter happiness on your face was, admittedly, kind of worth the wake-up call and following exhaustion.

"i cannot believe that you guilt-tripped me into dancing."

the happy music saw you getting a bit more creative, making up the moves as you went, whatever felt right. five let go of a little control to do the same, and found himself mildly enjoying it. would he do it again? not on his own accord. would you probably make him do it again? without a doubt. it was, however, nice to watch you enjoy yourself. he kind of wanted to dip you, but he didn't.

"you're a natural, though." clasping his hands and intertwining your fingers, you leaned back, and he found himself doing the same, both of you held upright by your grasps on the others' hands, and you started to move in a circle. for the sake of both your safety, five went about it too. walking turned into sideways jogging and you started giggling. the world around you both blurred. for five, it was just you now, just you, like it had always been. it had been a while since you'd held hands for so long but eventually it ended, much to five's dismay, and you went stumbling backward a few steps, falling hard on your ass whilst he quickly remained his balance. you were breathless for a moment after falling so suddenly, but eventually you just started laughing. five wiped his hands on his shirt, peering at you strangely.

"you didn't hear anything crack or whatever? nothing feels weird?" he spoke with no emotion in his voice and yet the words and underlying tone were careful and concerned. nobody else could hear it, but after so long, you could read his every move.

"no, nothing." you shook your head a bit, finding yourself dizzy. "nice to see you're still concerned."

he offered his hand out to you and you took it, and in a strong move, he pulled you up. "i wouldn't call it concern."

"well, then, what would you call it?"

good question.

you were sniffling and crying while trying not to sound it at all. of course, it wasn't from the pain, but from the total stress. sometimes it all just collapsed on you again and you were a hyperventilating, shaking kid again, too scared to turn off the light because the shadows freaked you out. five sat down beside you, leaning against the least-crumbling wall of the small shack you'd both been calling home.

"you're not really a crier," he began. "did something happen?"

"i-i almost got crushed and i saw my life fucking―flash before my eyes and i hated all of it. every single second. i wish i'd killed my parents, i wish i'd killed that landlord, i wish i'd killed my uncle―"

"wish all you want but that's not gonna happen, [y/n]." his voice softened. five was essentially the same as he had been when he was thirteen, just sprouted into someone who would've been one hell of a college freshman. "i wish i killed a lot of people too, but we're here, and we're here together, and―for what it's worth―i'm glad that you're alive." he settled a bit closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you, still sniveling, against him. "hating your childhood is pretty common where i'm from," he joked, successfully getting a wheezy chuckle from you, "and it's still possible to lead a decently okay life. i'm trapped in a terrible apocalypse, and it's not just external, but... it's a little better because i have someone else who's more insane to remind me that i'm right."

you chuckled yet again, snuggling against him. his warmth was better than the world's. "i think i only moved because i heard you call."

"seriously?"

"i-i mean, yeah." it was kind of hard to forget the feeling of stumbling away from a ton of hard reinforced concrete that would've left you as a reddish smear on an orange world. five's curt and somewhat annoyed call was the only thing that grounded you, and you both knew just how quick that faded.

"you really would be dead without me." his voice was quiet and deeply peeved but he didn't shy away from you, his hand remaining idly just against your hair.

"no shit, dumbass―trust me, i am well aware." you snorted to yourself and five sprouted a small amused smile on his own. eventually your smile dimmed a bit, and were reminded of the world in which you lived in, and the world from which you had come from. "why did you stick around?" your disheartened soul was reflected in those words, lined with a pure confusion. five furrowed his brow. apparently it was completely out of the realm of possibility to you for him to just care.

"... there was a lot of―"

"answer the question. please. j-just this once." five quieted a bit when he heard that. usually he was quite skilled at deflecting questions but you melted his resolve so easily. you asking a genuine question in a hauntingly low voice left five silent with no idea how to respond, even after all these years of dealing with your rollercoaster mannerisms.

"wrong place at the wrong time, i suppose." right place at the right time was better to describe it, maybe. "after you broke your ankle when we were ten, i guess i took it upon myself to make sure you didn't do any dumb shit that would end up in a gnarly death. whether you can feel it or not." so he'd appointed himself to be your protector?

"why? it wouldn't do you any good. well... it hasn't done you any good."

"do you really think i only do things if they'll give me an advantage?" five paused, not looking down to see the squinted eyes you stared at him with. "don't answer that question, actually. don't answer. it hasn't done me any good but i don't regret anything i did. not terribly, anyway."

your grin would make the cheshire cat blush.

five immediately regretted saying that. "don't let that go to your head, [y/n]."

"already there, bud."

his brow furrowed again, the corners of his lips twitching down in another frown. "alright. maybe it's partially concern. but fracturing your pelvis would be a very stupid way to die, and not worth laughing at, so i didn't want to miss out on a show." maybe there was some form of truth in that desire for a fun death, but you had that desire too, so small potatoes. it was silence between you two for a few seconds as you patted concrete dust off of your clothes and the backs of your thighs. "let me help," he said, and it was a demand and not an ill-cadenced suggestion. he stepped behind you and swiped away the strips you couldn't reach with a heavy hand. while he did so he carefully looked you over, even going to far as lifting your arms to check for any injuries. you were quite used to it by now.

"thanks," you mumbled. "still waiting for that broken leg."

"well, your plan wouldn't work anyway, because i can see your legs."

"yeah... i like my legs. i don't want one to go janky from a broken bone."

"it would be unfortunate."

"mmhm, so you agree."

five narrowed his eyes slightly, not getting what you meant for a second or two, before scoffing. "i don't think that your legs are nice."

"really?" you turned to look at him, and the teasing grin on your face was reassuring in how amused it was. you were just playing with him, but that was always the way you got him to inadvertently expel whatever he was thinking. you tilted your head, crossing your arms.

"don't give me that, [y/n], or i'll blink away and leave you here."

"there's ceiling access."

he pursed his lips. "alright, then leaving you alone here is completely out of the question, but i will find some way to make this miserable for you."

"what, why? why d'you wanna misery me?"

"you're dreadfully annoying, for one. i hate how you're always smiling, it gives you really bad wrinkles. you have the heart of a child because you're so immature and i don't know why the universe thought it would be funny to shove us two together, because god knows it would never happen normally, but here we are, much to my chagrin." five paused. you were accustomed to his rants by now. "your weird uncle-dad keeps trying to rush something which shouldn't be rushed, and i don't even know what level of weird that is but i hate being a part of it."

"rush something which shouldn't be rushed―what does that mean?" it was like you had selective hearing for the smallest freudian slips known to man. "what, do you need sixty more years to admit you've had some sort of big emotion or something?" it was mostly a jab, something meant to be funny, which was met with a stolid seriousness. you let out a near-silent 'oh' as the moment continued.

"yeah. turns out the crazy alcoholic was onto something, for the first time in his life." you snorted at the quip, nodding in agreement. both of you knew, dearly knew, that words wouldn't be the vessel of the confession, but both of you knew, dearly knew, that it was coming pretty fast. you'd just never think it would come this fast. klaus was really good at sniffing out a love arc, apparently. five felt like steel when he took your hands back into his, not because his biting sharp edges hurt you, no, and they never would, but he'd never done something in a manner such as this. with a few unspoken words the entire atmosphere of your relationship had been turned upside down and that was the scary part; he had no clue where to go from here.

"the worst part will be telling klaus he was right," you joked, swinging your arms in and out on socially-awkward instinct.

"you're telling me. he's gonna tout it around for the rest of time."

"we'll never live it down."

"i doubt you'll need to worry about that, i'll be surprised if you make it to your 16th birthday."

"you give me three years? seriously? you really think that my 58-year-old-13-year-old self can only survive three more years?"

"absolutely correct." you found yourself laughing and he found himself grinning, just slightly. the sound was pleasant, admittedly. he was more open with that now. well, barely, but it still counted. the silence that did follow this time around was almost pleasant. you were too nervous to maintain eye contact very long, so you glanced away from him and your gaze lingered on the random spot which it landed. plants had somehow found their way into the internal cracks of the floor, green shards glinting out in the pale light from the grimy sunroof.

"i never thought i'd see the day where you couldn't look me in the eyes. it's weird and i don't like it. look at me." your cheeks felt warm but you did as you were told. he smiled a little bit, and it didn't even hint at a snarky grin or smug smirk. you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his.

"i'm totally not telling klaus about this."

"neither am i, are you kidding?"

"never in my life," you giggled to yourself, graduating from holding his hands to wrapping your arms back about his neck, where it felt like they belonged. suddenly it was like he was new to embraces because his arms felt stiff when he hugged back, but he hugged back, tight. never before had you encountered something so gentle and so suffocating at the same time; gentle because he might break you, suffocating because he might lose you. neither of those would happen on his watch, of course. somehow, even with your wild self, your flaws and lack of capability to abide by laws and rules, you'd managed to charm the most level-headed, logic-addicted, cynical douchebag the world had ever seen. maybe there was some truth behind that old 'opposites attract' thing.

"do you wanna stick around this dingy place for a while longer like the psychopath you are or get food before you go to sleep so you don"t whine about being hungry?"

"am i really that predi—"

"yes."

"wow, you muttered, furrowing your brow. "i really am predictable."

"yes."

with just the will to prove him wrong you stood straighter and gave him a quick, albeit strong, kiss, and then you were right back on your feet. you caught him off-guard, that's for sure, because he looked like an android in the middle of uploading information; eyes slightly wide, brows slightly raised, pure subtlety. "how about that?"

it still took him a few seconds to respond after that, trying to regain his smug and blunt composure while also trying not to dampen the mood in any way. "you're terrible at convincing. give it another shot."

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unanimousgolddd · 1 year

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Five Has A Nightmare (Five Hargeeves x Reader)

-still watching TUA rn so stuff is a bit off my bad

-angst w/ comfort

-Five being stubborn

It was late, around one-thirty (1:30) in the morning. Diego, Luther, and Allison were out doing god knows what, while me and Five were here.

Five had agreed to finally get sleep after days of staying up late and having countless wounds. Though trying to get him to agree him to sleep was a task.

"Five! You need sleep! Everyone needs sleep," I tell him.

"Reader, we have six days! Six! Do you not understand?!"

"I understand! But how are we supposed to stop it if you are tired, exhausted, and about to pass out?"

He shut his mouth, knowing I was right.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He loosened his tie and took off his blazer.

"Fine..."

"Get some rest Five." I cup his cheek and smile softy.

He nodded.

Going to the door, I close it and walk to my room.

Getting into my pajamas and putting my hair into a hair protector, which Allison had begged me to use, I lied down.

Looking at the full moon, I start to fall asleep.

Hours later, Five starts screaming.

Sitting up, and running into his room, Five has tears going down his cheeks. Quietly sitting on his bed, I wake him up. Five with a scared expression, hiccups.

"Its alright... Do you?... want me to hug you?" I ask, though never really good at comforting people.

He jumps into my arms. Five was never a 'physical touch' person.

Slowly running my right hand along his back, I rock him. Tracing random shapes and figures.

He takes uneven breaths of air, sometimes hiccuping.

"Do you want to talk about it? I heard it helps? You don't have to though..."

He shakes his head lightly, but speaks anyway.

"I came back to the mansion and I was searching for you..." He starts to shake.

I continue to rock him.

"But when I got to your room you... you were dead, you were murdered and I wasn't there to protect you..." His voice starts to shake and he cries again.

He cries tears on my shoulder, but I don't mind. I continue to run my hand along his back.

Humming a tune, I hold him.

"Please stay..."

"Hmm?"

"Please stay," He repeats but louder.

Wiping his tears off his cheek, I smile and nod.

He moves to give me room to sleep. Once I'm settled he grabs my waist and hold me like I'm going to disappear out of thin air. I move my hands and play with his hair. He gives a hum and starts to fall asleep. I laugh through my nose and give him a light kiss on his forehead.

"Goodnight Five." I smile before falling asleep.

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guys this is so cute 😭

#five hargreeves x reader #comfort #angst with a happy ending #fluff #five hargreaves fluff #five hargreeves

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agentandreastark · 1 year

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i saw your 18 fic with aidan and was wondering if you could do something where aidan just really likes the readers thighs, like not even in a sexual way, just 'omg so soft' and he like, traces her stretch marks when she wears shorts, really just fluff! you dont have to if you don't want to, thanks! :)

Oh yeah, sure! I'm sorry I wasn't able to reply before cause currently, school's been hectic. And I'm probably having the worst writers block ever. So this isn't my best work but u hope you like it!

My favourite part of you

Aidan gallagher X f!reader

Fluff

You are insecure about your thigh, but then Aidan finds out.

After a long day of school, music was your place to go. Normally, it would have been your 6-month boyfriend, Aidan, but he was away for work. And so here you were in the kitchen cooking Pasta for lunch as you swayed your body to the music, singing along with the artist and occasionally even acting as though you were in the music video.

'Thank god I'm home alone,' you thought as you drained the pasta and put it into a bowl to make the roux. Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to yelp and kick. Soon, you were set on the counter and face to face with the person you expected to see the least. "Aidan!" You smiled widely and put your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "I missed you so much," you mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away and giving him a peck on the lips.

"So much for missing me cause, ouch." He remarked, rubbing his knee where you initially kicked him, causing you to sheepishly smile. "You could've warned me." You jumped off the counter. Aidan smiled. "I think the world's going to end! You? MY GIRLFRIEND? Wearing shorts?!" He gasped dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. Your smile immediately dropped as you looked down. This was terrible. Oh god, no.

You were always insecure about your thighs. They were so big and had stretch marks on them. Which was not something often seen as beautiful in this society.

'What if Aidan feels the same way?' And so you did the first thing that came to mind. You took your dad's apron -which itself was big enough to cover part of your thighs - and wrapped it around yourself.

"Hey, hey. What are you doing?" He looked at you wide eyed.

"Doing what?" You asked turning around to take the flour.

"That." He pointed to the apron and continued. "Covering yourself up? Are you uncomfortable with me? I totally understand, and I do respect-"

"No, Aidan, no, I'm not uncomfortable with you. Of course not, " you turned keeping the flour on the shelf.

"Then -" He sighed, realising what the issue was "Love please don't tell me you're insecure." You stayed silent for a while. Aidan then walked behind you and untied the knot of the apron and took it off you. He picked you up by the waist, setting you down on the counter, "What exactly are you insecure of darling? This?" He touched your thigh softly. "This is something you shouldn't be insecure of love. They are so soft." he smiles widely, looking at you with loving eyes." Besides, women have bigger thighs so that they can carry a life in them, and when they do, it might cause their legs to collapse. We dont want that, right? So instead, their tighs support them. " You nodded slowly, looking back at him." So you don't find my stretch marks disgusting?" You asked softly, waiting for his answer. In your previous relationship, your ex had always told you to cover up because he couldn't bear seeing your stretch marks. "Of course not, darling. Why would they? They remind me of the sea shore, so very pretty." He traced them, looking mesmerised. God, this boy was only making you fall for him even harder. He bent down and kissed every mark, making you laugh since it was ticklish. "You're thighs are my favourite part now," He picked up, causing you to squeal. "Put me down, Gallagher!" He laughed as he kissed your forehead. "Nope." "Why?" You said, kicking your legs in the air. "Cause I want the whole world to see just how beautiful you are." And with that, he walked out of the door with you in his arms.

#fyp #f!reader #angst #fluff #in love #aidan gallagher #thigh #insecure #you're perfect #five hargreaves fluff #aidan gallagher x reader #aidan gallagherX you

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finnsanegg · 1 year

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Misleading Dreams

〰️🎵 Wicked Game - Chris Isaak 🎵〰️

-> Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Female Reader

-> Era: Season 3 (at the wedding)

-> Pronouns: she/her

-> Warnings: alcohol consumption, brief mention of character death

-> Word Count: 2k

-> Summary: You're one of the magic kids. You possess the ability to travel through space, though unlike Five - your power lies in traveling through realities and timelines (basically, your superpower is shifting). You came into this reality to help with doomsday, which unfortunately didn't go as planned; even though you knew exactly what was gonna happen. You knew everything - because yes, the Umbrella Academy was only a mere TV show in the reality you came from.

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“You know I actually dreamed about you, back in my universe,” you put your hand on his shoulder for better balance.

The liquor was doing its dutiful job, God forbid you would trip and fall right now.

“Really?” Five raises his brows in question, “do tell.”

With a smile, you shift your eyes to the side - then you look back at him.

It was hard to look him in the eye for a longer period of time. All this slow dancing came hand in hand with you being just a little closer to each other, more than you were used to. Thankfully, enough whiskey was allowing you to just try and enjoy the moment.

Because what else could you possibly have right now?

“You managed to create a portal to the moon,” you said, “on my balcony.”

He laughs, grabbing your hand just a little tighter. Probably for balance.

You weren't the only one who reeked of liquor here.

“You were so proud of yourself,” you continued with an amused chuckle.

“How could I not be,” he thinned his lips into a somewhat triumphant smile.

Five was well aware his behavior was probably veering away from his typical characteristic self. He was really out here, dancing like nothing mattered. And not just that, he was dancing with Y/N. In his mind, he wondered just how the hell did the two of you get into this situation in the first place.

“Ahh finally, I did it!” you mimicked his words from your dream - as if you truly heard him say that.

His face grimaced in a pretended offense.

You never noticed how green his eyes actually were. Now that you could look at them from up close, you realized just how much tenderness they carried. Or was it the booze?

Come to think of it - the last time you were this close to each other was when you were leaving. You were leaving and he most likely thought he would never see you again. And you really did plan to not show your face here anymore, which obviously didn’t work out for you.

Your reasons were rather selfish, but that didn’t make them any less real. Simply put, you just started to love each and every asshole in the Hargreeves family way too much. In fact, you considered yourself a part of them. And now, they did too.

It really just became your conjoint timeline, didn’t it?

“And what happened after that?” Five narrowed his eyes with amusement. Oh he was loving this conversation right now. This must have been the most fun he’s had since… well, ever since he got himself stuck in the apocalypse.

As you reminded yourself of the very dramatic events that happened in your dream, you chuckled, “you were about to jump in it. But I wanted to stop you.”

He raised his brow.

“So naturally, I tackled you to the ground,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “and the portal disappeared.”

How else would you wanna stop Five fucking Hargreeves? Well to be fair, you couldn’t really stop him even if you tried. He was like an elder on a hunt for sales. Or should I say a soon-to-be young adult in a desperate need to get laid. Both things combined.

He lets out another laugh, “very professional of you.”

“Wait, do you guys see Five?” Luther looked in your direction.

They were all sitting at one of the tables not far from the dance floor.

Victor soon followed his gaze, “he’s… laughing?”

“Five and Y/N!” Klaus smashed the table a little too hard, “I always knew he had a thing for her.”

“That’s so weird,” Diego proclaimed.

Klaus laughed, “I bet it’s the cute shorts that did the trick.”

You watched as he laughed, his eyes closing and opening again. He was shining especially bright tonight. Like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders for a while.

“Even in your dreams, you just manage to harass me, do you?” Five joked.

For some reason, his chest felt like it was on fire. Maybe he didn’t mind your bullying so much, oddly enough. There was just something about you. And strangely, he could tell this felt very similar to how he used to be with Dolores.

It was your turn to burst out in laughter now, you threw your head back, as if it would help you regulate the amount of alcohol in your system right now.

Five couldn’t turn his eyes away at that moment. Honestly, who would? He absentmindedly eyed the curves of your collarbones - they looked especially nice tonight, complimented by the dress you were wearing. The skin of your neck, the sharp edges of your jawline. And he was thinking like a damn teenager.

“There, did you see that?!” Klaus pointed his finger, “He’s so eyeing her!”

“Him eyeing someone?” Lila grimaced, “this is Five we’re talking about.”

Klaus ignored Lila’s comment of course, “they toootaly have the hots for each other,” he smiled.

Luther raised his brow, “or he’s just really drunk.”

“Alright,” you shook your head, “but in my defense, I helped you up right after that.”

“My hero,” he sighed dryly.

That damn sarcasm of his.

You scoffed, hitting the back of his neck lightly. Oh, this conversation would soon be the death of you.

He tilted his head then - a deadly move, too much for drunk Y/N to handle.

“I hope I repaid the favor.”

“Actually…”

Yes, this conversation might actually just end you sooner than the apocalypse.

“You kissed me.”

His brows shot up.

Please kill me now, you thought.

“And let me tell you, it was one sloppy kiss,” you laughed.

Now that you think about it, whiskey probably wasn’t the best fit for you. Next time you could just down a bottle of kerosene instead.

“Hey!” he breathes out, somehow offended. He couldn't believe where this conversation led to.

“You actually apologized for being so terrible,” you had to say it was amusing to watch his face switching through the whole palette of different emotions.

Five’s eyes narrowed in an embarrassed glare. You had no idea how he worked his glare game up to this ridiculously high level. Maybe he used to stare holes through bricks as a sport back in the apocalypse.

“That doesn't sound like me at all.”

“It really doesn't.”

A few seconds of silence followed. Neither of you knew how to continue this conversation, so you just assumed (you hoped, in fact) you would just drop it.

“Well, now I know your dreams are total bullshit.”

Well, guess not.

“Hey!” you frowned.

Five was asking himself just why on Earth did he decide to pursue this topic further. But his mouth outran his thoughts - something that seemed to happen a lot under the influence of sweet alcohol. He was already so close to you and something in him screamed that this was his chance.

“First off, creating a portal to the moon is nearly impossible.”

“Nearly?” you raised your brows, chuckling. To be fair, he probably would find a way.

“And second..." Five paused.

He still wasn't sure if he should do this. But the odds were against you all, with the inevitable doom literally around the corner.

And for some reason, he remembered the time you left. Or rather, how it felt. How he then started to realize that your shared objective wasn't the only thing he liked about you.

"...I’m not a bad kisser.”

You stared at him, trying to process his words. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Or were you just unnecessarily reading into it? It was hard to tell.

As you swayed into the slow, seemingly never-ending rhythm of the song, you proceeded to furrow your brows and then raise them up again.

It was difficult to believe Five would make a move like this. That he would say something so strangely inviting. As if he would want you to fall into the trap hidden within this conversation. Nevertheless, that didn't stop your heart from fluttering a little faster. There was just something about his eyes that made you believe it just for a second.

“Really?" you asked, "Well, I don’t believe you."

A rather bold answer, you must say. But you needed to know if you were really picking up what he was putting down. If he was putting this down.

Five's heart was beating unusually fast. Guess all this second puberty deal was getting to him too much. In his 58 years he wouldn't have hoped something like this would ever happen to him. But then again, he didn't really get the chance to meet a lot of people now, did he? The apocalypse is a dark and lonely time to be in.

But being here and now, he felt so young again. You made him feel young again.

"And how's that so?" He narrowed his eyes, "dreams are often very misleading."

He did have a point. They were misleading.

Your suspicion grew stronger with every second you spent looking at each other in silence. You suddenly didn’t know what to say - a certain type of nervousness washed over you.

Come on, say something, Y/N.

Absent-mindedly, your eyes slid down to his lips.

You swear it was only for a split second. There was no way Five would have noticed that.

But he did.

Or at least - he hoped he did. It wasn’t his imagination, was it?

Before this silence could get anymore intense, you shook your head slightly and gave yourself a mental slap across the face. Well, more like a mental punch in the guts.

“I guess you’re right,” you cleared your throat, “but it still doesn’t make me believe you.”

Now, you knew this wasn’t the end of times. You were well aware of what was about to happen. In the back of your mind, you plotted to prevent both Luther and Klaus from dying - your heart broke a little every time you remembered what was in store for them.

But, Five most likely thought this was the last day on Earth for you all. And if you thought so too, you would definitely not waste your time.

Fuck it.

“If only there was a way to prove it.”

You tilted your head then - a deadly move, too much for drunk Five to handle.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from widening ever so slightly. His smile faded, as realization hit him. He really did just hear you say that; what a bold push. It’s one he really didn’t expect. But it’s one he probably needed.

You witnessed as his face softened, he locked on you with a focused look. Now that wasn’t a sight you could see very often. But in a strange way, it suited him.

Ignoring the bundle of nerves in your stomach, you reciprocated the tender seriousness with which he was observing you. Now it was his turn to say something.

Please just say something.

“Can I?”

Oh.

Your mouth hung slightly open.

You didn’t even notice you had stopped dancing. Neither did Five.

You didn’t dare to break eye contact. Neither did Five.

You both stood in silence for a few moments.

This time you weren’t really trying to hide the way you looked down on his lips. And neither did Five.

A slight smile formed on your lips, and at that moment he already knew the answer.

Next thing you knew, his hand rested gently on the side of your neck and he pulled himself closer.

Your noses brushed against each other first - and somehow you both stayed in that moment of closeness just a few seconds longer than you had to.

And suddenly, you were kissing.

You focused on his soft lips. The way he gently breathed out when you parted. The way he breathed you in once more as you kissed again.

His other hand remained on your hip, as it did throughout the dance. Only it seemed more eager, his grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he needed to make sure you won't go anywhere.

And Five really didn't want you to go anywhere right now.

He was making sure this was truly real - that he won't just wake up from a drunk, misleading dream. He really liked the way this felt. And he must admit, at that moment, he let his guard down completely.

Maybe whiskey wasn’t so bad after all.

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-> A/N: As you can probably tell, this is part of a bigger storyline. I thought up a lot of different scenarios thru all the seasons into my script, for when I shift there. Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more from this universe!

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kwbih · 1 year

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Life┊Five Hargreeves

pairings; five hargreeves x GN!reader

content warnings; suic!d3 attempt

summary; five caught y/n attempting to commit suic!d3

notes; please do NOT read if this topic makes you uncomfortable

word count; 384 words

The world was dark and empty, just like the void in y/n's heart. Life had been tough on them lately, and it all felt too much to handle. The only thing that felt like an escape was the thought of ending it all. With tears streaming down their face, they held a bottle of pills in their hand, ready to take the final step.

But as they raised the pill bottle to their mouth, Five burst into the room, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. Y/n froze in shock and shame, their heart racing with fear.

"What the hell are you doing?" Five's voice was urgent and full of concern as he strode over to them, snatching the bottle away. "You can't just do this, you know? You can't just give up like this."

Y/n was trembling, unable to say anything as Five sat down next to them, taking their hand. "Please, talk to me. You're not alone in this. We all love you so much, and we need you to stay with us."

Five was looking at y/n with such intensity, such passion in his eyes, that it was hard not to be drawn in. His love for them was palpable, and it gave y/n the strength they needed to confess everything to him. As they poured their heart out, Five listened with compassion and understanding, never judging or dismissing their pain.

For hours they talked, Five encouraging y/n with kind words and gestures of affection. He held them when they cried and laughed with them when they shared happy memories. He was patient when they struggled to express themselves and never gave up until they found some peace within themselves.

Finally, as the sun began to rise outside, y/n felt a sense of calm wash over them. They knew they still had a long road ahead of them, but they were no longer alone. Five's love had given them the strength to keep going, to keep fighting.

"Thank you, Five," they whispered as he tucked them into bed, kissing their forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, more than anything in this world." And with that, Five slipped out of the room, leaving y/n feeling more loved than they ever thought possible.

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vxnusstuff · 10 months

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tea || five Hargreeves x sick reader (p.s reader has cats)

summary; reader is super sick but she has to take care of her lovey cats , five comes in and saves the day.

Warning!: there will be swear words but that’s pretty much it

you were in bed , sick . U were just coughing and sneezing. Then it came to u. YOUR CATS! Jill was probably starving and Tammy was too.it was past there feeding time and it totally slipped your mind! How could you forget! you got up and ran downstairs and as soon as u hit the last step , the door bell rang.

you were sure it was the mail man and just gonna get the package later but then it rung again, u groaned then walked to the door then opened it. It was five Hargreeves, your husband . The man you have loved for almost 50 years.

You forgot that every so often he would go and see his family and spend the night. The other night u were there just not for long. ‘Oh thank god it’s u thought u were an annoying mail man .’ Right after that sentence came out u sneezed. You can’t let him know your sick, he already has his hands full . Right?

‘hm well at least I wasn’t?’ Five said , you turned around leaving the door open knowing five would close it behind u. u walked to the kitchen to see Tammy and Jill waiting for their food . You felt bad for letting your cats starve , you grab their food then walk to them

‘I’m so sorry my baby’s’ you say as u pet them , you then put food in their separate food bowls and they start eating, as u watch them five came into the kitchen. ‘hey are you okay love ? u have been coughing and sneezing ever sense you left the house last night’

‘i think I just have a little cold, I’ll manage tho!’ you said , u sneezed and then grabbed a tissue from the counter to blow your nose feeling like shit and wanted to die. ‘go upstairs and sleep love , it’s not good for u to be sick and out-and-about.’

‘Five , I’m fi-‘ ‘no you’re not , you’re sneezing and coughing , u are sick.’ you sighed , ‘fine I will go upstairs as long as u come with me.’ you said as u head upstairs , you can tell fives following u by the extra foot steps. as you open the door the coldness of the room wrapped around your body

you walk over to your bed and lay down then see five shutting the door and walking over to the bed to lay down but you stop him. ‘Wait five wouldn’t you get sick if you lay in a bed with my germs on it?’

‘Love a simple cold is not gonna stop me from laying with the person I love the most in the world.’ He says while laying down next to you. You couldn’t help but blush. You wonder why you would blush after all these years you have been with this man.

‘Now how bout we watch some documentaries and get some rest?’

‘I’d love that.’

A/n: kinda bad names for the cats but it’s alright I guess but I hope you guys liked this !

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sunnylands-world · 2 years

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One in a million - Aidan Gallagher x reader fluff

Aidan's head rested against the cold glass on the plane. His neck had a terrible pain from this position. He groaned running fingers through his chocolate brown hair; It had grown to a pretty nice length. He was done filming and just wanted to see your face after the long flight back to Los Angeles. He missed the small but comforting apartment he shared with you; his girlfriend of exactly three months now. Of course you guys weren't public yet but you both agreed that was best since you weren't ready for Aidan's fan base.

You were sitting at home curled up on the couch, your cup of hot chocolate warming you. Your alarm rung informing you it was time to drive to the airport to get Aidan. Your smile went wide as you leaped up from the cushion putting down the steaming mug trying not to spill it on the cream colored sofa. You grabbed your checkered vans and pulled your white shirt in place, fixing your hair before grabbing the keys heading to the car Aidan bought you for your birthday. When you pulled into the airport millions of girls were there.

You frowned confused, saying excuse me as you cut through the crowd. Eventually Aidan came through a door and all hell broke loose. girls probably thirteen and up rushed over. Aidan's face went from exhaustion to shock as they squealed asking questions. You rushed over wondering how they found out he'd be here. You began calling for him and his head turned in your direction as if he heard you over the others; your heart melted at the thought. You both moved for the other and the fans seemed to realize. Some of them moved while others blocked his path to you, spitting insults at your face saying he was theirs.

"if you guys like me all that much you wouldn't insult or harm people I care about!" Aidan snapped, causing the girls to look startled. He pushed through grabbing your wrist leaving them behind and you both made a run for the car; rushing away to your place. When you got back Aidan sighed. "I'm sorry" he pulled you to a hug, you smiled telling him you were okay. "I had no Idea they'd be there y/n. If I had I would have-" you shook your head. "If I was in love with you and couldn't have you at thirteen, I would be crazy too" you joked and Aidan relaxed smiling.

"I made you dinner, it's in the fridge" you said pointing towards the kitchen. "You're one in a million my love" he said, kissing your forehead as you sat back on the couch. "Yes, today definitely proved that!" you giggled

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bey0nd-1he-stars · 1 year

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Hey, I don't know if you take requests, I'm sorry if not- ignore me if that's the case. But I was wondering if you could write something for five x reader, but with five patching up the reader? After they got hurt while on a mission or something? I loved your writing of Five and thought it would be cool to see how you'd write it the other way around! No pressure though, absolutely don't worry if you don't want to! Hope you have a great day :)

Five Hargreeves - Patch you up

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AN: Hey! Thanks for the request! I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it! Hope you have a lovely day! ꨄ

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x reader

Word count: 1457

Warnings: Blood, wounds

Summary: You get hurt on the mission and Five insists on patching you up.

The gash in your upper arm was stinging and leaking blood, staining the white button up you were currently wearing. Another wound was at your thigh, that too staining the dress pants covering your legs. The piece of clothing was torn in its places and the white shirt you were wearing had lost a couple of buttons. You and Five were standing on opposite sides of the room, bodies of your enemies were now laying on the ground, and occasionally on tables, around you. Meeting your gaze, Five gave you a short nod and took a few long strides towards you, gripping your hand and teleporting the two of you back to the academy.

It was dark outside and the rest of the Hargreeves siblings had gone to bed already. Five took you to his room, stopping by the bathroom to retrieve some cotton pads and some alcohol, having spotted the stain on your shirt. You put your hand on his shoulder, stopping him in the motion and turning him to face you.

"Five, I'm alright. It's nothing, really," you gave him a reassuring nod and took his hand to pull him with you to his room instead. Five grabbed the alcohol anyways before letting you pull him with you to his room. At the sound of the alcohol being sat down at the bedside table you flickered your gaze towards it, rolling your eyes at him.

"I said I'm fine, Five. Let's just go to sleep, we're both tired," you started untying your shoes and kicked them off, "and stop looking at me like that, I'm not dying yet." When Five didn't answer you looked up and found him standing before you, waiting for you to meet his gaze. You raised your eyebrows at him, wondering what he was up to.

"What?" you demanded. Five took a step towards you and guided you to sit down at the bed. He retrieved the alcohol and the cotton pads, throwing them down beside you and the bed before digging through his drawers for some bandages or some wound tape. You looked up at him with a gaze wondering what he didn't understand with your previous statement. When Five finally seemed to find what he was looking for he came and sat down on the bed beside you, turning you so you were facing him and resting against his propped up pillows. Just as you rolled your eyes at him and opened your mouth to protest against his actions, he looked up from unpacking the cotton pads and gave you a death glare.

"No you idiot, you're not fine. Blood isn't supposed to spill out of your body!" He poured some alcohol on the cotton pad in his hand as he gestured for you to do something about your blood stained shirt that was in his way for cleaning your wound. Seeing this as your chance to avoid this and just go to sleep, you crossed your arms over your chest, making Five's work a whole lot harder than before. Five gave you a look, "really?" he raised his eyebrows and sent you a meaning look. "Alright then," he mumbled and put down the stuff he was holding and reached for your arms.

The realization of what he was meaning to do left you a bit stunned and you didn't even fight against his grip on your wrists as he pulled them away from your chest. Even if Five was determined to complete his task and make sure you didn't get any infections, or was in pain, he still looked up to meet your gaze, his green eyes looking for consent in your y/e/c ones. You closed your eyes and fell back against his pillows, sighting and giving Five a small "go ahead" gesture with your hand.

Five’s hands were gentle when they started unbuttoning the white shirt. It wasn't that he'd never seen you without a shirt before, but he'd never been the one to actually take it off. Usually it was just you who were too careless to go to another room to change, not caring if Five was there. He had tried not to look at you, not for too long at least, but you were astonishingly beautiful and it was hard to look away from your beautiful curves and soft skin. Even now Five had a hard time to concentrate on the buttons instead of your impossibly soft and warm skin. He had to fight the urge to just splay his hand across your stomach and caress the lines of where he knew your ribs were, shielding your beautiful, loving heart. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when the last button went undone. Your eyes were still closed but a small smile played at your lips when he carefully pushed the fabric off of your shoulder, just far enough to get out of the way of your wound.

You hissed slightly as Five swept the alcohol covered cotton pad over your wound, cleaning it up as quickly as he could without hurting you too much. The gestures were swift and light and after he cleaned it he wrapped a bandage around your arm, keeping it safe from getting infected.

"So, that's better," he decided with a soft voice and set the things aside. You gave him a thankful nod as you opened your eyes again. You met green eyes before they trailed down towards your leg where your pants had been slashed open along with your skin and the seams around the wound were covered in your blood. Five cleared his throat and made a gesture towards your leg.

"Take your pants off so I can clean the wound on your thigh, I'll get you a pair of sweatpants to sleep in," he said quietly and rose from the bed to retrieve said sweatpants. You swiftly pulled off the suit pants you'd been wearing, gasping softly as the fabric came in contact with your still bleeding wound. After throwing the useless fabric on the floor you sat down again, closing your eyes and waiting for Five to stop digging around in his closet. You didn't see when he turned around but you heard it. He stopped in his tracks, choking on his breath for a moment. Then he shook his head, got himself together and sat down beside you again. He threw the sweatpants and the t-shirt he'd gotten for you at the bottom of the bed and returned to alcohol and the cotton pads.

This time he was slower in his actions and his other hand rested on your bare leg instead of on the mattress you both sat on. He was careful not to hurt you and he sometimes looked up at you to see if you were in any pain. Your eyes were still closed but you felt his every move.

When he propped your leg up on his own lap to be able to get the bandage roll under your leg and wrap up the wound, he shushed you softly when you let out a surprised gasp at the stinging feeling it caused. When he was done he reached for the clothes and threw them in your lap and stood up to place away the cotton pads, the alcohol and the left over bandages. He turned around from placing them at his desk and was met with your soft gaze and a thankful smile.

"You good?" he smiled and pulled off his jacket. You nodded, feeling a bit flustered at the moment that had just happened.

"Yeah, I'm good. Are you alright?" you reached out a hand for him and when he placed his hand in yours you carefully pulled him to you. You scooted in closer to the wall to make some space for him on the bed and softly rested your head against his chest when he laid down beside you.

"Yeah, I'm good," he mumbled, pressed a kiss to your temple and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and your waist, holding you close to him. You looked up at him with a content smile and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Why did you do it, even if I told you I'm fine?" you asked, your voice so quiet it was almost impossible to hear the question. Five looked down to meet your gaze and his green eyes were filled with love, a vulnerable gaze you rarely got to see, so raw and so on display from him. He was quiet for a while before he finally answered.

"Because you are the best thing I have ever waited for and I'm not gonna lose you because you're being careless."

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