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dasloddl · 5 months
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thehandl3r · 2 years
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The umbrella academy’s slogan and life philosophy:
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hellomagicalsouls · 15 days
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it has been pointed out to me that Viktor only spent roughly a month or so in the 60s.
not only did he fall in love, he also convinced Sissy to pack up and leave her shit ass husband for him.
that's real queer people shit.
the u haul was u hauling
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itstheghostofmypast · 2 years
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*Hargreeves at Eliot's in the 60s*
Five: Care to explain?
*Y/N covered in blood*
Y/N: Uh...I started my period?
*horrified Diego pointing at the ax in her hand*
Five: As long as it was productive, I don't really care.
Y/N: I got you a briefcase~(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*。*♡
Five: I love you.
Diego:NO BAD CHILDREN, BLOODBATHS ARE BAD
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bisexuallilapitts · 1 year
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Klaus Hargreeves + text posts
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finalgowrl · 2 months
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i know i said im taking a break but !!!
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my favorite dysfunctional family is back august 8th 🖤☂️
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stephsageek · 7 months
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"I did what I had to for my family"
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Love how Five had a growth spurt and aged half a fucking decade in the 0.5 seconds between seasons. Kid's got game.
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0bl1v1on · 2 years
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PLEASE never let Five Hargreeves find out about irish coffee that man would go BALLISTIC if he does
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m4nd0l0r · 2 years
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Angelic Lips.
Description: A fixation bleeds through him: he catches himself always glancing by.
Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader
Word Count: 860+ (this is more of a drabble tbh-)
Author’s Note: writer’s block is a bitch and i fought it off with horniness so ig this is a lime (or lemon/smut?? genuinely idk)— i mean it deals with mouths, making out and what i thought oral fixation meant before taking a google search at 1am and becoming so aghast (basically i thought it was a mouth fetish or smth rather than a keen liking to biting and sucking cos of childhood shenanigans—) so it seems accurate, this also is just pure filth n’ brain rot of five, with that said i hope you enjoy reading and pls interact for a little boosting!! <33 (i’ll be posting more five content soon once i get a little more inspo/motivation!!!)
(Five’s body is aged up, and his consciousness ranges from 25 to 50 in my works for him from now on— However you decided which age you want for your experience/comfort!!)
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This started all because of your damn mouth.
Five keeps, no- always finds himself watching. He feels as if he can’t turn away- that it pulls him back into this tight spot he can’t crawl out of. 
And he never tries to get out. 
Half of the time, he was sure you’ve catched him looking— it wouldn’t surprise him if you have. He feels- knows that he was too obvious, that he was becoming so perverted- that his eyes shouldn’t dare to look at you ever again. 
And yet each time he can- he dares. He feels vulgar, as if he has sinned, but when he sees your lips quirk up into a smile, your canines, molars form a smile that you think shows a little too much gum to the point you try to hide it— he likes it- he can’t help but look. 
He looks at you as if he’s seen an angel. 
His eyes travel down to the curve of your lips- noticing your cupid’s bow accentuating the shape. He takes in every smile, every frown, every time your mouth gaped open and shifted close. How it flattens as you purse your mouth out of frustration. 
He likes how red— angelic, your lips are— how soft it is when you kiss him- when you leave crimson kiss marks on his cheek- neck— even in his own mouth, he loves it. 
It always starts small- so sudden at first. A stolen moment in time, you both grasp unto it. 
His face pressed up on your cheek, and he breathes. He draws you in- the scent of laundry and other sorts of chemicals flood his senses- but it sets him a reminder- to know again that he was not dreaming. 
That he was not creative enough to imagine you and your lips right next to his.
He plants a kiss— it was almost.. sweet- unlike the bitterness of cold coffee, the same one he loves to take in- much to your disdain. It was one that lingers through your skin like a spark. His fingers hold you near, and you could feel the desperation for closeness through his palms.
You push back, returning the gentleness. And yet he strays away, making you want to chase him but he comes back for more— like a starving man- knowing the pleasure is finally in his reach— the desperation clings as his lips push in- His lips smile against yours as he takes you in, his tongue on yours, teeth clashing. 
His viridescent eyes watches you, the glint in his look could eat you alive- consume you like fire to wood- turning your vigor into smoke— it was obscene- your chest felt stuffy as you could feel his heart beat so furiously just inches away from your own. 
His fingers tracing over your hip bone up to your sides. Your hands hold on his upper arms— his again on your hips- sliding across your back, his thumb rubbing shapes, leaving feathered caresses down your spine. 
You were aflamed- burning under his touch, his skin— his lips trailing down your neck- his weight pressing onto your body, molding you both like clay risen from the earth’s mass ever so perfectly. 
You both needed to breathe— gasping unto each other- But if he were to pull away, he’d feel as if he stopped being alive— that he couldn’t be away. He wants- needs to further feel you- taste you. His hands grabbing you everywhere- his tongue briefly touching your lower lip— he breathes, takes you in like the air he lacks itself. 
“Five— Five, shit—“ Left your swelling lips. He only rasps ‘fuck’ before wrestling away, letting your blood rush somewhere else- not on your cheeks- your lips— the crimson merely pumps swiftly in your chest- adrenaline swimming in your veins. 
Silence fills the space between you. As you breathe in and out, hands on the sides of his arms— all he does is stare at your red lips- all swollen up, glistening with a vermillion glow, because of him. 
It was tantalizing.
Impulsivity floods his thinking: and he is a drowning man.
“Open your mouth.” His voice strungs you out of your daze— making you blink. It surprises him too- he shouldn’t.
And yet. 
You slowly part your lips— his thumb coaxes you, further separating them. Your pupils watch him as he finds himself staring on the inside of your mouth. All teeth and gum- supple skin— Enough of that, he tells himself.
There was no point in this- he knows how you feel— how you taste- what was the point of checking the source? But he continues- an urge sinks in deep his fingertips— it was not enough. 
“Wider.” 
His knee shifts, now resting between your thighs- he jerks his clothed thigh up, causing you to let out a small throaty gasp. He only takes this opportunity- slipping his finger in. And just as he was about to move away— He felt your tongue slide on the pad of his thumb and your lips quirk into a mischievous smile. 
He only broadens his shit grinning grin even further. 
“Atta, angel.”
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frunbuns · 11 days
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There's something so bittersweet about the childhood flashbacks in tua. They were all children together. Reginald was horrible, but they had each other. And then everything went to shit. Five's 13 year old body a bitter reminder of what once was. His siblings in their adult bodies a reminder of how things should've been. God,,,,
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hargreeves06 · 1 year
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I’m gonna miss them a lot 🥺🖤
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thehandl3r · 2 years
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The Handler: I’m writing my autobiography. Any tips?
Five: Kill off the main character.
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c0ffeeb1ack · 1 year
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every couple of months, out of the blue, i think of the sheer euphoria i experienced the first time watching that scene in tua s2 where ben in klaus's body quotes the first couple lines of "everybody" by the backstreet boys and as soon as he runs off the song starts playing in the background
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itstheghostofmypast · 2 years
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*Eliot's place*
Y/N: and that is why we should get a pet.
Five sighing: for the 10th time, we are not using a dog to fuel your fantasy of a time traveling couple with their pet.
Y/N points at Luther: BUT WE TAKE HIM ALONG!
Five: Isn't a choice though, now is it, darlin?
Y/N grumbling and walking away: can't believe the ape stays and not a puppy.
Five smiling to himself: cute
Luther: 👁️👁️ CuTe? i fEeL violated!
Five: Well, that sounds like a you problem- have a banana or somethin' *blinks away*.
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bisexuallilapitts · 2 years
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Klaus + Lila parallels
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