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stiingrayyyy · 1 month

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Dating Headcanons F.H

What it’s Like to Date Five Hargreeves

Pairings — Five Hargreeves x Reader (pronouns not specified)

Summary — My headcanons for if you were Five’s lover.

Warnings — opinions, no plot, it’s all over the place, last one is semi-NSFW.

A/N — i try to avoid nsfw with five because yk.. in the show, he’s physically thirteen but this one was too funny not to add. let’s all just pretend there was a happy ending okay 😭😭. i wrote this before season four came out so let’s pretend it ended happily.

— if you want another version where it’s just headcanons of you and five in the apocalypse i’m down for that.

— I see headcanons where Five is straight up mean, manipulative, and where he’s just using you.

— To me, that’s not Five being in love with you. Have you seen how he treats Delores? HE’S SO SWEET TO HER.

— So if you’re his lover, he will give you princess treatment like no other, holy shit.

—He’ll prepare breakfast so it’s ready to be eaten when you wake up.

— He thinks breakfast in bed is a recipe for disaster so he never does that.

— If you take a while to wake up he’ll wake you up.

— “My love, breakfast is ready.” He’ll whisper into your ear before pressing a kiss onto your temple, then one on your forehead, then your nose… then finally a chaste kiss on your lips.

— He’ll tuck you in bed at night and make sure you’re all snug before leaving. If you can’t sleep he’ll read to you.

— With him around, you genuinely never have to open a door. In addition to paying for every meal, he always walks on the outside of the sidewalk. He also pulls the chair out for you when you sit and showers you with praise.

— Sometimes the praise is simple whispers in your ear because he isn’t much into PDA.

— There was never an official wedding, he stole two matching rings and gave one to you.

— He’d like to have an official wedding.

— If he has to worry about the apocalypse he’ll probably neglect you only because he thinks the fate of the world is in his hands.

— He loves going on simple dates, whether it’s at Griddy’s Doughnuts, a simple stroll in the park, or a little painting place.

— He’s fancy but he doesn’t see the point in expensive restaurants. He likes the little things.

— He loves to make and paint pottery with you, it’s his favourite thing to do.

— When he can’t sleep he’ll come over to your place and sit on the roof with you.

— If you fall asleep he’ll Blink into your room and tuck you in, and he’ll even leave a note for you to read when you wake up.

— It usually goes along the lines of..

“You fell asleep, don’t worry I made sure you got back in your room and I picked up all your stuffies from the floor and put them on the bed with you.”

— He struggles with insomnia.

— He’ll write you love letters even though it’s more convenient to send a text. He loves you and he’s willing to put effort in love notes.

— His primary love languages are quality time and acts of service.

— He doesn’t show much affection in public.

— He doesn’t mind holding your hand though.

— Five won’t be afraid to hold your hand, wrap an arm around your shoulders or waist while he’s with his siblings.

— Kisses and hugs are private though.

— Despite being private, he doesn’t hide the fact he’s dating you.

— If anyone tries anything on you, Five will glare daggers. If that’s not enough, he’ll threaten them, and if they keep pushing he’ll make them bleed (but not too severe 🥰)

— He’s hella protective.

— You make midnight munchies together.

— He’ll refuse to dance with you in the kitchen at 2am but he’ll reluctantly say yes and end up actually enjoying it.

— Same goes for dancing in the rain. He pretends to hate it but he loves it and you know he does.

— You always make pasta or noodles for midnight munchies.

— One time you made cookies and accidentally woke up Klaus who ate the cookie dough before you got to put it in the oven.

— When you guys had sex for the first time Klaus congratulated you and Five with a cake that said ‘virgin’ in the middle of a 🚫 and woke you up the next day with confetti.

— sorry, i know i said i’d have a part three to my ben hargreeves fic but i wrote it and didn’t edit it.. and it didn’t seem entertaining enough to post, i’m sorry.

— if you want headcanons with the apocalypse involved, let me know <3

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spookyscarykittycat · 2 years

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Has anybody else ever wondered WHERE the Hargreeves siblings keep getting fresh outfits from??

Season 1 was fine, they had their own clothes because they were home in their timeline. Season 2.... I'll allow it, obviously some of them lived there for years so they had the time to go shopping. BUT SEASON 3?? They don't actually show us where they got the clothes from and maybe it's possible that somewhere in all the chaos they spared a few minutes to shop but it's so much more amusing to think of other alternatives that definitely were much harder and time consuming. Like all I see is Luther custom ordering clothes that'll fit him (maybe making his own clothes). Diego and Lila shoplifting and taking Stan with them. Allison breaking into Patrick's house and when she doesn't find Claire, raids Patrick's wife's closet instead. Klaus walking into a thrift store, "trying on" the clothes and just walking out without paying. Five holding a little old man at gunpoint and forcing him to give up his clothes. Viktor sneaking into Sparrow Academy and looking through Ben's stuff for anything that might fit him.

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua s3 #season 3 #the umbrella academy season 3 #tua thoughts #tua fandom #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #hargreeves #hargreeves siblings #lila pitts #sparrow academy #umbrella academy

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yourgothuncle · 2 years

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We went from

then back to

and i love that

#peak sibling dynamic #rewatching the entire show for the two of them and no other reason #the umbrella academy #tua #tua s3 spoilers #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #hargreeves

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mygenderenvyromance · 1 year

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rewatching the umbrella academy is insane because like- a monkey, mummy issues, traumatised, pan nb stoner, a literal child, a dead dude, and a trans guy make you have such a strong connection to them and their wacky fight scenes to old rock songs. added to by the fact that gerard way wrote it and bam. perfect show. what more could you want??

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pluviophiles · 6 months

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#five #umbrella academy #klaus #tua #season 3 #netflix #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #hargreeves #Klaus hargreeves #Allison hargreeves #plot #shitpost #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #diego hargreeves #meme

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hihomeghere · 7 months

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Tesoro | Five Hargeeves / Reader

Rating : Teen Word Count : 3k Summary : While working at the commission as a field agent you are assigned a new partner, Number Five. Warnings : Gore, description of bodily harm, mentions of kidnapping (this is the start of a sort of series. I watched TUA and now I cant stop writing about Five)

Pins and needles, it was as though your very essence was being torn apart and put back together again. Atoms, Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen. Your bones snap, your skin tears apart. A scream rips its way through your throat as everything is strung back together. The pain is almost worse than when your very existence was being torn apart, it was as though you were held together with only staples and duct tape. That familiar taste of copper fills your mouth. The crackle of static came over the speakers. Your head pounded, the lights nearly blinding you. The ringing in your ears was constant.

“Experiment #371, unsuccessful.” The cold voice says, sweat covering your body. Then the words you dreaded most left his mouth, “Begin experiment #372.” He said with a sigh.

You sat up with a gasp. Your hair was stuck to your forehead with sweat. You take in your surroundings, trying to take deep breaths. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. Your hands gripped your wood desk, you were back in your office. Your office at the commission. You were safe, no longer trapped in that lab. Instead of white walls these are cream, with framed pictures of wooded landscapes.

“Y/n?” Herb knocked on your door, you jumped your hand coming to your chest. You shook your head chuckling slightly.

“Yes? Sorry, you spooked me.” You said, giving him a smile.

“Oh,” he chuckled as well, “I just wanted to pop by and give you your next assignment.” He shrugged, taking a breath before handing you a yellow folder. He stopped in front of you looking at your hair, he chuckled before pointing to his own head. You pulled a strand down only to find in your shocked state you must have accidentally changed. The hair you were holding was now purple instead of your normal color. You smiled sheepishly, changing it back. “Thank you Herb.” You took the file from his hands, he nodded before walking out of your office. You opened up the folder flipping through the file.

There was the normal amount of mission jargon as always, except where your partner was introduced.

Partner?

Number Five, written in bold ink stared back at your very confused expression.

You had never had a partner before, but if the commission requested it they obviously knew something you didn’t.

You sighed, couldn’t put it off any longer you thought, pushing yourself up and out of your chair. The man you were going to see was of course a legend, but hey, so were you.

You were Y/n l/n, there was no other shapeshifting killing machine like you. 152 confirmed kills, 129 timeline saving missions. You were specially trained by scientists, dead set on turning you into a weapon for mass destruction. Lucky for you, escaping was easy when you could be anyone you wanted. A quick glance at someone and you could recreate their being as your own. It didn’t take long for the commission to pick you up after you escaped.

You stood up, clutching the folder to your chest. Your heels clicked on the tile floor as you passed the familiar offices. Many well manicured fingers tapping away on typewriters, your eyes falling on your old desk. You did miss the camaraderie, the shared lunches, meeting after work for a drink or two.

Sometimes you wished you could go back to your desk job. More than anything you wished you could wash the blood off your hands. That stain would always remain, no matter how hard scrubbed. Even if you didn’t show it, you remembered every single kill. Maybe it made you soft. You’d rather be soft than a machine.

“Excuse me?” A rather annoyed masculine voice said. You realized quickly that you were standing at the doorway of Number Five’s office.

“Oh.” You said collecting yourself, a shy smile on your face. He was different than you’d have imagined. Instead of the rugged, scarred man you’d envisioned. He was thin, dark hair in a neat side part, his body seemed well defined but not bulging with muscles. Possibly 35?He raised an eyebrow at you, you blinked coming back to earth.“If you wouldn’t mind sweetheart, I really need to get back to this.” He said, sighing, clasping his hands as he leaned forward at his desk. Your face flushed, sweetheart?

You scoffed walking into the office and sitting across from him. He sighed leaning back in his chair and muttered something under his breath. “Is this the normal act you pull with people?” You asked, crossing your arms. It was his turn to scoff.

“This isn’t an act, now are you going to hand me that folder or…” he trailed off, his hand stretched out expectantly.

You tilted your head, this man really had no idea who you were. You shook your head, throwing the file onto the desk . You plopped yourself down in the chair across from him, crossing your arms. He eyed you warily before opening the folder. The only noise in the office was the turning of pages, he stopped, his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Well sweetheart, looks like I’m your new partner.” You said squinting your eyes as you smiled smugly, your nose wrinkling. He set the folder down on the desk, he mirrored you, his arms crossed.

“And why would they pair me with someone like you?” He grumbled. Was it because of your age? You scoffed looking off to the side, breaking eye contact.

You’d play if that’s what he wanted, but you never lost. Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen. You watched as the smile slowly fell off his face, you felt your muscles tighten slightly and your hands stretch along with your legs. Soon Five was staring at a carbon copy of himself, only there was no paradox psychosis. Since after all he had just witnessed you turn into himself. You studied him for only a second before mirroring his stance, his body language was easy to pick up on.

“How did you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“How did I what?” You asked furrowing your-his- brows.

He eyed you warily, leaning back in his chair. You smiled before putting yourself back together again. You smoothed your hair down, running your fingers through it. Your head throbbed slightly, a side effect of your ‘power’.

“Five Hargreeves,” he said, reaching out his hand. You took it.

“Y/n L/n.”

That’s how it was, you and Five against the world. Sure, he was sarcastic, egotistical, a bit of a know it all. But he was your partner, it wasn't like you were faultless. Slowly you began to peel back his layers, how he took his coffee, when he started to work at the commission, little things like that.

You were an open book anyone could flip through at any time. You wore your heart on your sleeve, which wasn’t always a great quality in your line of work.

“Theresa!” You called waving to one of the ‘desk worms’ as Five so ‘lovingly’ called them. She was one of your first friends after joining the commission. She stopped, gripping the files she was carrying tighter ever so slightly. Something only Five seemed to pick up on.

“Y/n…” she smiled slightly, her eyes darting to any exit she could find, “How lovely it is to see you again.”

“You too!” You said grinning, “How have you been?” You asked walking up to her, your hand touching her forearm. She winced slightly looking down at your hand. Five walked up behind you two, staring down at Theresa. She met his gaze only for a second before looking back at you.

“Fine. Just fine.” She forced a smile again, Five crossed his arms watching the interaction. She pulled away ‘readjusting’ the files in her arms. Your smile faltered.

“Oh, well I’ll catch you around! Maybe we could get lunch together? The old gang.” You nudged her arm. She looked down at where you had touched her, before she met your eyes again.

“Oh, well we had an early lunch today so… Maybe next time.” She forced a smile before all but running away from the two of you. You stood like a statue watching her run off. Your smile dropped from your face, Five clenched his jaw.

“Well,” Five said, breaking the silence, your head whipped back to look at him, “She’s a piece of work isn’t she?” He huffed, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

“Huh?” You asked furrowing your brows, “No! No, they just had an early lunch, that's all.” You said nodding to yourself, trying to make yourself believe your words.

Five looked at your face, the slight pout in your lip, your face was flushed. He internally fought with himself over his next choice of words. He would suffer through any awkward moments to see you smile again.

“How about you have lunch with me today, tesoro?” He asked, bumping his shoulder against yours. Your face broke out into a grin, a real one.

“Really?” You asked, the twinkle returning to your eyes. He nodded, the corner of his lips pulling upwards. “Absolutely!” You cheered, linking your arm through his. Normally he would have blinked away from anyone who dared touch him. But the feeling of your arm in his felt… right.

“So do you have any brothers or sisters?” You asked as you took a bite of your sandwich.

“Next question.” He looked back up at you. You sighed, lifting yourself up onto a desk. You swung your legs, picking up a chip and throwing it into your mouth.

“I don’t even know if I have any siblings.” You said as he picked up his own sandwich, he stopped eyeing you warily.

“What do you mean?” He asked, setting his sandwich down and crossing his arms.

“Well from what I know my parents sold me to those so-called scientists. I only know their names from the information on my birth certificate.” You shrugged meeting his gaze. His brows furrowed as he returned his attention back to his lunch. You sat in silence for a moment. The only sound in the room was your chewing. Five cleared his throat, you perked up looking at him. He seemed lost in thought, like he was picking his next words carefully.

“I have six siblings.” He said finally, his eyes on his desk.

“Six? Jeez your parents must have been going at it nonstop.” You giggled, but he only shook his head.

“Adopted siblings, we were all adopted.” He said, picking up his own sandwich, “our father knew we were special somehow.” He shook his head slightly. “Much like your parents.” He added gesturing to you. You furrowed your brows.

“I wasn’t special before they tore me apart and put me back together again.” You said picking at the skin on your hands, he got up and walked over to you. You looked at his oxfords, perfectly shined, reflecting the led lights. He grabbed one of your hands. You looked up, surprised by his actions. He had touched you before, but not like this.

“Everyone is special.” He said matter of factly, “You don’t have to have powers to change the fate of the universe.” He said his expression soft, his green eyes peering into yours. “Hell, my sister Vanya doesn’t have any powers, and she’s the best of us.” He chuckled, running his thumb over your knuckles before pulling away. Your heart sped up, drumming in your ears. He returned to his desk, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. That was the moment you fell for him.

It was hard to pinpoint the moment he fell for you. Everything about you enticed him, he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it. The way you laughed, deep and hearty, throwing your head back.

The way you took the time to truly understand him, even if he didn’t deserve it.

He could finally understand Klaus, he became addicted to you. He lived for the next hit. Nothing could touch you, alcohol didn’t come close.

You were all encompassing.

He didn’t think he could love again after Delores. He didn’t think he wanted to. At first it felt like a betrayal as you stole his heart, like a thief in the night.

It infuriated him. You infuriated him. He tried being cold to you, but every time your smile fell he would find himself apologizing. He didn’t fall in love with you in an instant, his love took time. Like the way he started meaning it when he called you ‘tesoro’ instead of it being a tease.

“What does that mean?” You asked one day, walking down the halls of the commission. He stopped, you walked past him turning to lean on the wall in front of him. You crossed one foot in front of the other in that certain way you always did.

“What does what mean?” He asked, feigning ignorance.

“Tesoro, you always call me tesoro. I want to make sure you’re not calling me a bitch or something.” You giggled, shaking your head as you looked down at your shoes. It was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him. He felt caught, like when his father had caught him in his study.

“It doesn’t mean bitch.” He wrinkled his nose trying to walk past you. Get away from the conversation and hope you forgot you asked.

You stopped him, your warm hand pushing him back.

“You aren’t getting out of this that easily.” You teased, he gulped peering down the hall. You were alone.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled straightening his jacket.

“Huh?” You asked, cocking your head.

“Tesoro means sweetheart-“

“No, no I heard that.” You clarified a grin working its way onto your lips.

“Oh I hate that smile.” He loved that smile.

“You actually like me Number Five.” You grinned, that mischievous glint in your eye.

“I tolerate you, let’s put it that way.” He said stalking away from you. You had to run to catch up to him.

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say.” You put your hands up in surrender matching his stride. That damned smile beaming up at him.

The moment neither of you could deny your feelings anymore was an entirely different situation. This was months after the incident you had shared in a rather small hotel room with only one bed. Sure he had been fighting his feelings since that fateful night. Partners could fuck every once and awhile without developing feelings right? Now you were running down an alley, chasing a nasty fellow named Oliver Nicholson. This man, if you could even call him that, had been holding human fight clubs, but unfortunately for the fighters it wasn’t voluntary. Kidnapping people off the streets for these illegal rounds. If he were to continue his so-called ‘cock fights’ he could alter the timeline permanently. So here you were, running full speed ahead, briefcase in one hand and a revolver in another. Unfortunately, Oliver turned sharply down a corner, which put him in a bit of a blind spot. Five blinked after him, disappearing from your line of sight. You sighed picking up your pace, sometimes you hated your partner's power. The danger he put himself in with no means of back up drove you crazy. Just as you predicted he didn’t know that he was jumping into a fight he wasn’t prepared for. He was immediately tackled by some hired men, they punched him in the face. Hot liquid started to run from his nose, not liquid he reminded himself, it was blood. His vision was fuzzy and the ringing in his ears was all encompassing.

“Five!” You yelled he turned his head slightly to see you, the look of pure rage on your face still gives him chills to this day. You made quick work of ending those SOB’s lives. You shot the one on top of Five. The man slumped against him, his blood spattering onto his face. Five pushed him off jumping back into the fray.

Once all the men were either knocked unconscious or dead, you rushed over to him. You took his face in your hands, tsking at his bloody face.

“What happened to staying together?” You asked, pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket, wiping away any blood, “Hold this.” You ordered, he held the handkerchief to his bleeding nose. You stepped back crossing your arms, “You scared me half to death.” You huffed, biting your lip, avoiding his gaze. The damp pavement was the perfect backdrop for the lights to reflect onto your face. Your beautiful face. He tried blaming the pounding in his chest on the adrenaline running through his veins. You wiped away at a tear and his heart seized in his chest.

It was like his body was moving without his knowledge, he stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket, his hands reaching out to you. One wrapped around your waist while the other came up the back of your neck. He crashed his lips against yours, you let out a small squeak. You were frozen, your brain short circuiting. He pulled away looking at you for permission, or for any sign of rejection. You grabbed at him, pulling his face back to yours. It was messy, his blood now on both of your faces, teeth clashing, both of you taking each other in like oxygen. It was perfect. Kissing Five was like taking a hit and he was entirely too addictive.

“Was that ok?” He pulled away out of breath, his hard exterior came crashing down around you both. He rested his forehead against yours, his hands held your waist. You smiled looking into his eyes, his expression reminded you of that fateful night in the hotel room.

“More than ok.” You giggled, your hand coming up to rest on his neck. He chuckled grinning, he studied your face. Taking in every freckle, line and blemish. You were the most amazing piece of art he had ever seen. “Come on mister, let’s get out of here.” You took his hand, opening the briefcase.

#five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #five x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending #light angst #mutual pining #hargreeves #tesoro #hihomeghere

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hidelias · 2 months

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TUA season 4 reality is Allison's

❔❔❔ Random thought of the day (SPOILERS) :

Allison is the only one not stepping on a sigil star/bell, Reginald tells her not to. The only one not being healed in the new post-reset reality (she may still have her marigolds, by the way). She made a deal with Reginald in order to reunite with Claire: Reginald had her reprogram the reality as she wanted it, just imposing his own conditions as well (having his wife and being powerful). As for the rest, the parameters of the new reality are set by Allison.

Claire is there, Ray is her husband. Luther is alive, the powers that hurt everyone are gone, everyone is healed (probably the two Bens alive at the same time)… and Sloane, whom she hated (because of Luther), is gone. The reality of season 4 is Allison's reality. And I think that's why the first episode is called "The Unbearable Tragedy of Getting What you Want." Once again, she gets what she wants. Even worse than when she used rumors to forge her own reality.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #hargreeves #the umbrella academy season 4 #umbrellaacademy #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #sloane hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #lila pitts

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dinasaurconspiranoic · 10 months

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#the umbrella academy #tua #tua s3 #tua s2 #tua shitpost #tua s1 #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #tua diego #tua klaus #klaus tua #diego tua #family hargreeves #hargreeves #brother #david castañeda #david castenada #robert sheehan

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im3x80 · 6 months

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Little something with Five during the apocalypse

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silky-slinky · 2 years

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WEDDING AIR !

FIVE HARGREEVES X FEM!READER PAIRING !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

Five had to double take at you arriving and stepping out of the elevator. His mouth slightly parting at the sight of you. He couldn't believe his eyes. You weren't one for dressing up, always opting for comfortable clothes. It made you incredibly confident with what you were wearing, it hugged your curves well, the color making your skin-pop out. Safe to say you weren't the only one thinking of that.

You had grown accustomed to these people, so far to call them your own family. Caring for them as if they were your family by blood. Klaus is your closest friend there, alongside Five who you caught feelings for ever since spending time with him.

Your eyes panned to everyone, their eyes boring into yours. “Y/n/n! You look amazing!” Klaus quickly went over to your side, linking his arms with yours. As you watched Diego and Lila approaching the both of you, the others sent you a smile.

“Can't lie, Y/n. You do look amazing.” Diego said with a smile.

“Yeah, it's surprising you dressed up,” Lila said with a laugh. You even surprised yourself by dressing up. Well, you had to of course, for the sake of Luther and Sloane's wedding in the middle of an inevitable apocalypse.

“Why thank you, everyone. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience to attend a wedding in the middle of an apocalypse.” Courtly smiling at them while taking Klaus away from the group whilst his arm was still linked to yours.

Your eyes scanned the venue, with gorgeous lights that decorated the ceiling. The dance floor illuminated your faces as you made your way towards Five's table, Klaus still linked to your arm, looking like a lost puppy.

With Five's stare, you got uncomfortable right away. Was it the dress you were wearing? Your hair didn't look the way you thought it looked? Your make-up didn't match your dress? Five looking like a fish out of water. And you got more and more anxious when he didn't say anything, just staring at you. While Klaus was long gone, wandering off and pestering whoever he wanted to.

Your hands gestured to your dress and face after a few seconds of awkward staring. “Well? What d'ya think?” An awkward smile adorning your face.

Five's eyes looked at you up and down, stopping right at your (e/c) eyes. “I think...” He stopped and trailed off. “I think you look beautiful.”

After so many years of being in love and being friends with this man-child? This was the only thing he said that was a compliment.

You sat down next to him, “I dressed up. Who knows what'll happen next.” You shrugged your shoulders at him.

“I'm glad you did.” Five giving you a tight-lipped smile. He was uncomfortable with his heart beating so loudly, he's fought back his feelings and he wasn't about to accidentally out himself.

“I was about to say you aren't so bad yourself but I realized you're wearing the same thing you had earlier. Nevertheless, you look amazing.”

Five hated you with all his guts.

Five hated how you made him melt just by smiling at him.

Five hated how his heart would beat so fast when you were in the room.

Five hated how sweaty his palms would be if you were sitting beside him.

Five hated how he loved you more than himself.

And so he found himself drinking his problems away. The world ending and you. He never knew why he felt things for you. Hell, he didn't even feel these things when he was with Dolores.

“Five, stand up.” You had found Five in one of the elevators as you were going back to your room, drunk and unconscious. Surprisingly, you didn't drink even a sip of the booze everyone was drinking. You weren't a fan of alcoholic drinks in the first place.

“Y/n?” Five grumbled into your touch as you took one arm of his onto your shoulders to support his weight. The way to your room consisted of countless attempts to pry away from you. Several times your name was called out by him and every time he would, you'd tune him out.

By the time you arrived at your room, you were fed up by Five. Reminding yourself to never interact with a drunk Five. You were lucky enough to have a room of your own, you opted to lay Five down on your bed rather than going to the boy's room where Diego and Lila were probably shagging each other.

“Y/n.” Another whine came from his mouth, to which you rolled your eyes. One thing you were known for was your thin patience.

“Yes, Five?” Egging him to continue.

Five seemingly sober than before, he sat up on your bed. “Y'know? I hate you.” A chuckle left your lips. “Why?”

“Because you make me feel things I shouldn't feel.” Your heart raced incredibly fast. What did he mean by that?

“What?” You stammered over your words, stumbling back to the wall when he stood up and walked your way.

“I love you, Y/n.” Five could hear your breath hitch from how close he was standing in front of you, almost towering over you.

“Five, you're drunk.” Your hands pushed him away, making your way to the door, to which you could hear Five's feet following yours.

Your mouth left a gasp as you feel Five's hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you from leaving the room. “I'm drunk but I'm not dumb. I love you, Y/n. I always did.” Your whole body turned to face him, eyes glossy as tears threatened to spill.

Thoughts came racing to your mind, was he telling you the truth? Why now? Why did he pick a time when everything was going to shit? Why?

“Five...” Your mouth suddenly dried out. You called his name but no words wanted to leave your mouth.

By this time both of his hands were on yours, giving you the softest look he could ever muster up. It wasn't easy for him to be this open with expressing his feelings. All his life he never knew how to.

“I love you too.” Five let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, as he hugged you tighter than he's ever done.

“Why'd you confess now?” You say with suspicion laced in your voice.

“Probably the wedding air.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “and of course, the end of the world.” He says as he pressed his lips into yours.

THAT'S ALL, MORE TO COME !

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