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holyfuck okay i don’t know if you would be okay with writing this but like the last requester, the wedding scene just did something to my feelings and what if,, five and reader broke up in 1963 texas and during the wedding scene they ended up sitting in the same table and the reader says “don’t look at me like that” and five asks what look and she says “like you still love me” and it’s just mutual pining since they still love each other and angst and deargod my heart
I HAVE MORE ANGST TODAYYYYYYY
warnings: long for me; five says fuck a lot; swearing; five breaking the reader's heart; angry confession; reader being set; reader denying anything and everything; reader being hurt (emotionally); female reader; reader is a fan of chocolate
tags: @mad-elia
SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE
He had wrecked you.
“I don’t think… I-” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes scrunched up. “We can’t do this anymore. You’re my wife, and I love you. But I’m not… in love with you. Do you know what I mean?”
He had wrecked you, but you stood taller, agreeing with the man child. So he didn’t love you after every piece of you was offered to him on a silver platter. He didn’t love you after you nursed him back to health in the apocalypse. He didn’t love you after you assured him that it wasn’t his fault all of you were separated, stuck in time.
He didn’t love you.
“No,” you laughed breathily, strained. “I get it. I totally get it. It’s no problem-”
“I’m glad,” he said, giving you a tired smile. “Now, I suggest we both go get some sleep. It’s been a hellish twenty days, hasn’t it?”
~*~
You had grabbed a tight-fitting sweater and overall shorts. It was much better than the uniform, you had to admit.
You hopped down the stairs of the hotel, greeting your brothers and sister in law.
Correction: Ex-in-laws.
“Good morning, peeps! How are we all doing?”
“Excellently, dear sister of mine,” Klaus responded. You stiffened; he didn’t notice. “And how are you this morning?”
You were crying all night.
“I’m amazing. Best sleep of my life.”
Allison’s shirt was soaked.
“Mimosa, (Y/N)?” Five called out from behind the bar. He was dressed in a t-shirt, a flannel and a vest…and a fedora. A plaid one.
“You look like you’re retiring and about to go on a fishing trip with the grandkids.”
“Oh ha ha,” he mocked, starting to pour you a drink. “You sleep well?”
“Best one yet. I don’t care if the mattress smells like sweat.”
His nose wrinkled. “Do you need me to run and grab you some new sheets?”
“I think I’ll take a trip today; I have nothing better to do anyway.”
He nodded. “Just be careful- there are a lot of alleyways that weird shit happens in.”
“Oh, well that makes me feel better.”
Before he could respond Klaus ran up to the both of you. “Okay, so I know that you’re retired Five, and I’m assuming your lovely wife-” You both winced; again, he didn’t notice…or he didn’t care. “-is also in retirement. What do you two say to a road trip? It’s what retired people do! You two, me, the countryside! What do you say?”
Five looked at you; you looked at Five and shrugged.
He won’t go. He would never.
“I got nothing better to do,” you said, smiling up at Klaus. He clapped his hands together in child-like joy, bouncing up and down slightly.
“Wonderful! And you, you old geezer?”
“I guess I’m in.”
Well, fuck me.
~*~
Five had pulled out a map of tourist locations in Pennsylvania, pointing things out to Klaus as he was driving. He ranted on and on about these things, just like an old man in retirement. He turned around and pointed them out to you, too, explaining things that may cater to your tastes.
“Okay, okay, listen to me, Five. Hold on.”
“Alright,” he said, smiling sarcastically. You felt bad; this was the first thing he was really enthusiastic about- the happy kind of enthusiastic. Not the obsessive, overbearing cloud of stopping the apocalypse. “I’m all ears.”
“So, I lied. We are going to Pennsylvania to find my birth mother!” he shouted, as if he were making an announcement. Your mouth dropped open. Well, now Five would be really pissed.
“Are you kidding me?!”
“No! But if I told you, you wouldnt’ve come. (Y/N) would’ve because she’s just a sweetheart like that-”
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome, (Y/N/N), you beautiful soul.” You made a face- something between confused and unsurprised. “You would not have come! I chose you two for emotional support?”
“Emotional support?” Five hissed. “You-”
“I did.”
You buried your head in your hands.
“BIGGEST BALL OF TWINE!” you heard Five shout. You shot up, only to see the sign presenting the words “WORLD’S BIGGEST BALL OF TWINE.”
“No, Five!”
“Come on-”
Five leaned over the seat quickly, gaining control of the wheel. You squeaked as the car made a sharp turn, almost running into two others. One nearly grazed your door.
“We’re going to die!” Klaus shouted.
You agreed.
~*~
Five was impressed with the ball of twine. It wasn’t a bad trip, you realized. You’d witnessed wonderful things there, including the validation Five had been craving from his siblings.
It was so nice, in fact, that Five had held your hand lightly as he was looking at it. Your eyes were wide and staring at your hands, but he was just looking at the twine.
He’d broken up with you in Dallas about fifty years before, technically. But to you, it was a few days.
You’d been crying every single night. You haven’t been eating as much.
So you pulled it back, crossing your arms, playing it off as if you were cold. He noticed. He noticed nearly everything, really. He quickly looked down at his empty hand, and then back at the ball of twine, something unreadable in his eyes.
So, here you were. One of Five’s favorites was playing, and he was singing along. You were sitting on top of the car, looking out upon the cows in the field.
He kicked the top of the car.
“Yes, Five?”
“What do you think about Hershey Park?”
“Won’t we need money for that?”
“Not if I can jump us in-”
“That’s illegal. And, along with that, I was making plans to move to New York. There’s a few jobs in my department; I can go to high school there, apply to a couple colleges. I can start over.”
He was quiet for a few seconds, the silence fragile.
“I see.”
“What are you going to be doing with your retirement, Five?”
“Go to Hershey Park.”
You cackled, throwing your head back. “Yes, because you love chocolate so much.”
“No, but you do. I thought you might want to go.”
Your heart stilled. “Thanks for the thought, Five. I appreciate it.”
The wave came through then; you could feel it rush through your system. And gone were the cows. Five clearly realized that too, stumbling out of the car, immediately looking at you.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, but I don’t think the cows are,” you said, looking at the empty field.
“Can’t I get one fucking day off?” he whispered to himself.
~*~
It had been days since then. Five had gotten you new sheets; you had thanked him; he’d been looking at you; you’ve been looking away.
And on and on and on goes the cycle.
So here you were, watching the happy couple dance, nursing your drink. Maybe your last one.
But suddenly he was in front of you, his hand outstretched, beckoning you forward.
Wordlessly, you took that oh-so-familiar hand, and let him lead you to the dance floor.
He held you closely, a little too closely, your chests pressed together, his chin on top of your head.
“What are you doing, Five?”
“I’m dancing with my wife, what else do you think I’m doing?”
“Uh- Five…I thought we broke up. You aren’t in love with me, remember? You just…I don’t know. Love me? I’m not your wife anymore, Cinco.”
“We’re not divorced yet, Sweetheart.” He dipped you, you looked into his eyes. You looked into them and saw everything. You didn’t understand any of it.
He hadn’t called you “Sweetheart” in a long time, either.
“Don’t call me that, Five. And don’t look at me like that, either.”
“Like what?”
“Like you love me.”
“Darling,” he whispered, moving one of his hands to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. He moved his head lower, too, burying his face in your hair. He pressed his lips to your head. “I do. I was wrong. I don’t know what came over me- maybe it was…I don’t know. What I do know is that I am desperately and wholly in love with a woman that deserves so much more than me. But, by some miracle, that woman fell in love with the scum on the bottom of her shoe, and that little shit took it all for granted.”
You stiffened.
“I’m in love with you, (Y/N) Hargreeves.”
“Not a Hargreeves.”
He pulled you in a little closer.
“We’re not divorced yet.”
“Yet.”
“And it won’t happen.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I don’t think there are any lawyers around here to make it official. Just because the ring is off doesn’t make it legally undone. And-” He stopped himself, pulling away to look you dead in the eyes. You turned your head away; he gently turned it back, keeping it in place. “-I will not be stopping until I earn that love back, even if I’m still about as much as the dirt on the bottom of those heels.”
You pulled away for the final time, abandoning the dance floor, leaving him alone.
~*~
You two were stuck together again for the first time since the wedding. None of you spoke, you just stood there, wandering the hotel.
You decided to break the silence. “So is this the other shoe, or did it drop a while ago? Oh my god, do you think these monster guardian things have multiple pairs of legs?”
He wrinkled his eyebrows, but answered. “I hope they don’t. More work for us.”
A noise erupted from the silence, he pulled you to him by your waist.
“Five, really?”
“I told you. I’m earning love back.”
“Protecting me isn’t gonna-”
“Then what will? I don’t care that we may have minutes to live and that everything outside of this God-forsaken hotel is destroyed. I’ll find a way to make it happen. Here-” With sure, and oddly steady, hands he reached into his pocket, producing something you thought you left behind. “I have this. Do you remember the day I gave you this?”
Your ring. The silver band you’ve worn since what felt like forever.
“I remember.”
He slid it onto your finger; you let him.
“Then you remember what I said to you-”
“You don’t- Five, you meant it then. That doesn’t mean-”
“Oh, (Y/N),” he snarled, angry now. Your eyes widened at the change of tone. “You can’t honestly think my feelings have changed. I was a fool. I was being stupid. I don’t know what the hell was going through my head, but I broke you the fuck apart. I knew I was wrong the second I said it. I’ve been trying, (Y/N). I’ve been trying to work up again, but clearly you need for me to tell you because you are in such fucking denial that you can’t see what’s right in front of you. I am in love with you, Mrs. Hargreeves. And that’s not changing for shit, so you better get used to it, whether you want to stay together or not.”
You wanted to stay. You did.
But his mind could change just as easily as it did before.
“Five, your mind-”
“Is set. You’re it. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
And then you laughed. It was breathy, and marred by your tears, but he began to laugh too. He pulled you into his chest, breathing you in.
“Please. Just… stay. Please. If we do this, if we save the universe in the million to one chance we have, I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“Starting with Hershey Park?”
“Most definitely.”
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-The fact that you get stuck in the future with Five is partially a really good thing, he holds onto his sanity so much better with you there to interact with
-But he also stresses 1000% times more knowing he has your life in his hands too, as he does completely take responsibility for your well-being
-He feels very guilty, he was the one that snapped and ran off, he’s the one that got you stuck here and can’t figure out how to get back, he feels like he owes you
-Despite his very strong self-preservation instinct, as far as resources go he always prioritises you, from making sure you’re fed first to offering you the comfier spot at your latest shelter
-It’s definitely not all sunshine and roses though, he’s paranoid and tends to show his worry through anger, anything you do that’s slightly risky or just without consulting him leads to a harsh scolding
-Since he’s so protective of you when The Handler enters the picture he does all he can to keep her focus and interest on him rather than you
-He’d try to get you a desk job rather than a field assassin position if he could, but of course you’d rather stick with him and at least there’s a comfort in being able to keep an eye on you
-Five himself is a legend, but two former umbrella academy members working together, with the training and powers you guys have, you’re pretty much unstoppable
-For all your strengths, the two of you do have one big, mutual weakness, your family, and currently more importantly each other, a weakness that no one exploits more than The Handler
-When you finally get to 2019 your dynamic hardly changes, it’s still the two of you against the world, though you very well may have a harder time prioritising the impending apocalypse over your excitement to see your family then he does, you still completely cooperate with him
-After being alone together for so long you know each other as well as you know yourselves, it’s borderline psychic and more than a little codependent, it does payoff in your teamwork skills though
-You’re the only person who can offer an opinion different to his own and make him consider it, so the other umbrellas kind of rely on you to get through to him
-However your bond with him does go both ways so ultimately you would trust and side with him over any of your other siblings when it really counts
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Five Hargreeves x gn!Reader - 5.6k words
Warnings: general spoilers for season 3, mild violence, food mentions, pretty angsty stuff five went through
Summary: An alphabetic collection of Five Hargreeves headcanons before, during, and after the apocalypse with you.
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A/n: Another work in the same month?? what a shock! This is sort of redemption for the sheer angst of my first five fic; out of time. I had so much fun writing this! But I’m also drained because holy fuck it’s a lot of headcanons. If you do want to know more headcanons though about five, feel free to send a request or an ask in my inbox! I’ll be more than happy to write short Five headcanons because he’s just so fun to write. Anyways, enjoy and please leave comments<3
A – Affection
“how do they give or show affection?”
He would definitely be closed off and distant at first and especially around other people. It would take a long while, possibly even years to gain his affection. But once he does, he shows it through acts of service, small yet still important. Maybe he’d make you another cup of coffee or your preferred beverage, or he’d remember small details and interests about you that he’d bring up later on. He would also bring with souvenirs from wherever he goes, pushing it into your hands and grumbling that he had it and didn’t want it even though he actually bought it specifically for you. Behind doors, he would occasionally show physical affection especially when he’s stressed or jittery and needs someone to ground him to reality.
B – Beauty
“what would they find beautiful in their s/o?”
He would definitely find intellect beautiful. It doesn’t matter if you’re academically gifted or more street smarts, he would just love an s/o that is smart and knowledgeable about their passions even if it didn’t exactly align with his. Although he would appreciate it if he had someone to talk and debate about math equations and physics to, he also appreciates someone who listens to him madly rambling and add input into his ideas, no matter how relevant or not.
C – Comfort
“how would they comfort them? how would they like to be comforted?”
Five spent his entire childhood homeschooled in the academy and his adulthood in the isolating apocalypse so needless to say his empathy and comforting skills aren’t the greatest. He would be a listener, maybe not the best because he would interrupt to give (well-meant) solutions to your problems. He wouldn’t know how to act through physical comfort at first, instead he’d hover around you and sit beside you like a cat. After a long, long while he would be open to hugs but you’d usually have to initiate it. He’d grumble about how your tears would ruin his shirt but he doesn’t move away.
would have a hard time accepting comfort from others at first since he had to basically deal with the apocalypse by himself for more than 40 years and then the whole commission spiel. He gets antsy with any kind acts at first, expecting it to be fueled by a deeper nefarious motive. Once he does actually accept comfort, he’d appreciate someone who listens to him earnestly because most of the things he says sounds surreal to other people and he isn’t often taken seriously. He would be averse to physical comfort at first, nearly going to fight mode the first time he receives a hug, but later on he wouldn’t mind a hand on his shoulder or in his own hand, especially during difficult apocalypse flashbacks because it grounds him to reality.
D - Dance
“do they like to dance? how would they dance?”
Five would absolutely know how to dance, after all, Reginald forced them to learn how to formally dance in their rigorous training. Would he like to dance though? Definitely not sober, he’d have to at least be halfway through blackout drunk to even consider dancing. Or at the end of the world, seeing as how he had both at Sloane and Luther’s wedding. Once he has enough liquor in his system to make a regular person barely upright, he’d be pulling out the moves left and right. 50’s rock n’ roll, salsa, waltz, you call it he’ll dance it. Well, before he throws up from dizziness and passes out in an elevator. Outside of drunk dancing, I think he’d only dance if it’s required in the mission to blend in with the crowd or if he truly feels safe and in a sappy mood, he’d slowly sway with you once the apocalypse is finally over and his family and you are safe.
E - Excitement
“how do they act when they’re excited?”
He would vibrate at a volatile speed and a single poke to him would send him bouncing around the walls—I’m kidding. He would definitely be jittery though, bouncing his leg nonstop and grinning happily that’s slightly also unnerving due to the menacing glint in his eyes. He had lost hope countless of times during the apocalypse so he learned to stop hoping and being excited, but once he could finally be excited about something, he would stop at nothing to achieve it.
F – Future
“what are their plans in the future?”
13-year-old him would have probably planned to successfully implement time travel and become the world’s greatest professor or physicist in a prestigious university but 58-year-old Five wants nothing more than to retire. For the past 41 years, his future plans had just been to survive, figure out the equation, and go back home, he didn’t think about the rest. Now once the apocalypse is finally resolved, he’d plan to retire from it all. He’d love to travel around and do road trips with you while also nagging every time about any inconvenience like an old man (because he is). He doesn’t see himself settling down and having a child, mostly because he think’s he’s quite old to have a child and the unresolved family trauma still haunts him every time. He wouldn’t mind getting married, he’d love the tax benefits. Maybe the two of you would be the constantly traveling relatives of Claire, giving her cool presents and souvenirs from your travels together. And after a year of travelling around the world, he would want a suburban house with a picket fence and a nice wide garden. He’d have a field day gardening, planting flowers, and maybe even building a koi pond in the corner.
G – Gifts
“what gifts would they give you?”
He’d give you things you randomly said you needed or wanted some days ago and hand it over to you without a word. It could be a hobby gift or a handy item for your job or maybe something related to your interests. He’d also give you things that he likes and just pass it off as a gift even though he’d probably use it more than you would. He would also gift you acts of service like teleporting to get an item you missed or doing a chore you’ve been procrastinating to do without you asking.
H – Hold
“how would they hold you? how would they like to be held?”
He usually keeps his distance towards others, respecting their boundaries and at minimum only touching them to push or pull them in a certain direction out of frustration. He had done a lot of fucked up shit with his hands so he isn’t the type to give pats or hugs in affection. Although a scenario where he would be most likely to hold you would be if either of you were in a near-death encounter. It can be almost getting shot by commission agents or the impending apocalypse but he would roam over you with his hands, checking frantically for any injuries before holding you desperately. He’d grasp the back of your shirt tightly and slump over you in relief and desperation that you were alive and whole. After retiring from the apocalypse, there would be more fleeting touches such as a brush of hands or a protective hand on your back.
As to how he would like to be held, he definitely wouldn’t want to be treated like fragile glass. He’s a 58-year-old assassin, he doesn’t need pity or caution (or at least that’s what he’d say). Five would appreciate a solid hold, one that isn’t hesitant or scared that they might break him into pieces. He wants someone to hold him together and tether him to the ground on the occasion he jumps too far. He’d appreciate hand holding and the occasional hug when things get too much. As for cuddling, Five doesn’t have the time to cuddle in the midst of the apocalypse, but after successfully retiring without another apocalypse or the Commission hunting him down he’d be more open to the idea. The years of isolation definitely made him touch starved so the first time the two of you cuddled he’d toss and turn to adjust to the new sensation of being held. He’d like to be the big spoon but when he gets nightmares (which are frequent) he secretly craves to be the little spoon. He’d also cling to your side like a koala in his sleep with his face in the crook of your neck but vehemently denies cuddling you once he wakes up.
I – Ideal
“what’s their ideal date like?”
Due to the apocalypse, he has no time to consider planning any dates with an s/o, but after he retires, he would plan a simple yet cheesy dinner date under candle light. He doesn’t have much ideas about dating and courting due to being stuck in the apocalypse since the start of his teenagerhood but he distantly remembers having small dinner dates with his previous wife Delores whenever he’d scavenged a particularly good wine or food in the rubble. Now that he’s with you, he’d definitely struggle a bit with the whole dating thing but just give him a nudge in the right direction and he would quickly pick it up. He'd like private dates such as dinners or movie marathons at home to catch up on all the media he couldn’t enjoy before. He would be less open to public dates such as museum dates or zoo outings or pottery and painting classes, since he would always be hypervigilant and on the look out for any Commission goons despite being retired, or he’d pick a fight with the museum curator or art instructor. It's a flaw he works to fix but Five feels most at ease with only you in the safety of your home.
J – jealousy
“do they get jealous easily?”
Five would have an immense amount of trust for his s/o to the point where he’d consider you his close confidant, best friend, and partner, so he wouldn’t get jealous easily. He trusts that whoever you interact with that it’s just platonic and just in case the other person did indeed have other motives such as flirting with your or something, he would trust you to put a stop to it or walk away from it. If by chance you were oblivious to the other person’s advances, he would step in civilly and bluntly tell the other person that you’re taken, not out of jealousy but more out of concern for your safety. If by the smallest chances you actually flirt back (which is a dumb decision honestly) he would just immediately cut to the chase and tell you ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ Depending on whether it was just your accidental over friendliness or something other he would either tell you that he didn’t like it and it seemed like you were actually interested in the other person or he would break the relationship with you if you weren’t actually faithful to him.
K – Kisses
“how would they kiss you? how frequently?”
Five isn’t really comfortable with PDA so kisses weren’t frequent, especially with the threat of the apocalypse onto them. At most he’d kiss your temple or forehead quickly as a habit before turning back to whatever equations he’d be solving. Although if Five was drunk, that was a completely different story. Five is an unpredictable drunk, but most often than not he’d toss all of his pride out of the window and show affection openly to you even in front of all of his siblings. Behind closed doors, he would be more comfortable kissing you. He’d be fond of temple and forehead kisses or if you were taller than him, he would do hand kisses, especially on your palms if he was feeling extra sentimental (which was a rare occurrence).
As for you kissing him, he would turn tomato red if you ever tried to kiss him in front of others and grumble or yell in embarrassment. Don’t take it to heart though, as much as he’d love to keep up his cold and unaffectionate act around others, he’d melt into a puddle when no one’s looking.
L - Love language
“how would they show that they love you? what love language do they enjoy to receive?”
Five’s language would be acts of service. Usually, he considers his time very precious and he always tries to make the most out of everything, discarding anything else that wasn’t relevant to his mission. For you though he would take time out of his day to check up on you and your well-being, especially in grueling times like running from an apocalypse. He’d also use his powers to fetch items for you and always arrive on time whenever you asked.
For receiving love language, he likes it when you spend quality time with him. It doesn’t matter if its brainstorming the next plan or frantically scribbling formulas on walls or drinking coffee in the morning in the kitchen. Five really treasures small quiet moments where there is nothing he can do but sit down with you and accompany each other in silence or soft conversation. It’s a rare break from the bumbling chaotic tornado that was his family.
M - Melt
“what are the things you do that makes them melt?”
He’s a tough person to get through and crack, but one thing that makes him melt every time is watching you fight. The reason why he would have you as an s/o in the first place is because he trusts you enough with his secrets, his heart, and his mind. He is constantly worrying about whether his family was alive or not and whether they could live beyond a few days, so seeing you fight and defend yourself puts his mind at ease and reassures him that he chose the right person to trust. Five also melts whenever he sees you interact with anyone of his siblings, whether you’re entertaining Klaus’ insane tangents, bond with Luther over his records collection or softly chatting with Viktor about anything, he adores it when you get along with his siblings and he definitely sees you as a part of the umbrella family now.
Another much more niche sight that makes his cold walls fall down and his insides uncharacteristically gooey is watching you stand in front a wall full of complex equations with your back turned from him. He doesn’t know specifically why the sight of you frowning in confusion at the lines of numbers affected him much but it took him a while to recover and stop looking at you with adoration. Although you might have not understood the complex formulas he’s written out, you try as you roam your eyes throughout the whole surface. It was like as if he exposed his entire heart and mind to you in a tangled-up ball of equations and you’re trying to untangle it, which made it even more complicated and caught you within the threads. Five often thinks back to it with a fond smile before frowning again once Klaus asks him what he’s smiling about.
N – Nickname
“what would they call you? what would they like to be called?”
Five has always been blunt in refusing any other name ever since Grace gave them ‘regular’ names when they were children. For some reason Five sticked to him and he refused to change it. He wasn’t even that hung up on the whole ranking system either, he couldn’t care less who was the leader or number 1 among them. Five just had a certain ring to it. So, he’d be generally opposed to any over-the-top nicknames like ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ and hearing ‘darling’ gives him flashbacks to the Handler and he’d rather not relive the things that woman did to him. He unwillingly has nicknames from Klaus, always unamused at whatever new name the séance would create for him. Although after a long time of being with him and possibly in retirement he wouldn’t mind ‘honey’ or ‘hon’. It was sweet but not overly and he responded to it whenever you say it from a room in your shared home. Once though when you accidentally slipped up and called him honey in front of his siblings his ears turned firetruck red in embarrassment but teleported to you nevertheless. Allison and Lila never let him live it down.
O – Obvious
“how obvious would they make their love for you?”
To the untrained eye, it was subtle, almost silent. He’d casually brush arms with you or hand you an item when you asked. He’d steal glances at you but he was a trained assassin so he was sneaky. To his siblings who know him and his habits well though, it is more obvious than Five would like it to be. Diego would catch Five’s eyes sometimes lingering a bit longer than usual on you. Viktor often saw Five prepare coffee exactly for two people. Lila once barged in a room searching for Stanley to catch the two of you talking in soft voices and softer looks, she had never once seen Five so un-hostile before. The entire family watched in a mix of fondness, shock, and slight disgust (lovingly) as Five became softer and more considerate around you.
P – Pets
“would they want pets? what pets would they have?”
Five hasn’t really though about adopting a pet before because he was so preoccupied with apocalypse after apocalypse after another apocalypse. When he finally retires though, having a pet wouldn’t be his top priority but he wouldn’t be entirely against it either. He would be the type to have unusual pets such as reptiles or maybe fish (although with Carmichael, maybe not fish). In the comics, Five has a small dog named Mr. Pennycrumb so he would most likely adopt a small dog, maybe a senior dog, and it would be the exact opposite of Five. There’s just something about seeing Five, the greatest assassin in the entire timeline, with a tiny hyperactive dog that couldn’t weigh more than 18 pounds. He is neutral towards animals but he would absolutely have a soft spot for Mr. Pennycrumb and let him run around his garden even though a flower will be uprooted by the excited tornado that is Mr. Pennycrumb. Five would carry Mr. Pennycrumb often and reluctantly let him back to the ground once he realized he needed his hands to do something. A favorite past time of Mr. Pennycrumb and Five is teleport-chase where Mr. Pennycrumb would chase Five as he teleports around the house until the both of them wear each other out.
The Hargreeves family would definitely get whiplash when you bring Mr. Pennycrumb to any holiday family gatherings. Klaus would rub his eyes repeatedly, questioning whether the dog was real or another hallucination, Luther first thought it was a stray dog that randomly waltzed into the mansion and try to adopt Mr. Pennycrumb before being heavily threatened by Five. Allison would just stare in shock while Claire would adore Mr. Pennycrumb, spoiling the dog with endless pets and belly rubs.
Q – Quiet
“how are quiet moments with them?”
Quiet moments are rare when all Hargreeves siblings are gathered together, some mischief or argument would always spiral into a rambunctious event. Fortunately, Five had the power to teleport anywhere he pleases which made it much easier to sneak away from Diego and Klaus fighting over a donut and into a much calmer place. If it was outside, you and Five would sit beside each other in silence, he would drink in his surroundings, bask at the intact buildings and sulfur-free blue sky, and mostly you, alive and breathing. Indoors, he would have some sort of physical contact with you, whether it be a hug, holding hands, or laying his head on your lap. Your presence away from other prying eyes made Five more relaxed and less likely to bounce around and wear himself out by thinking too much about everything. Your scent and your touch would silence every anxious intrusive thought that dared to interrupt his moment of peace.
R – Romantic
“how romantic are they?”
Five isn’t a romantic, he doesn’t know shit about modern dating and pet names and PDA, the closest he’s ever had to romance was his previous wife Delores but she was a coping mechanism he formed to keep himself from going insane in the apocalypse, and she was a mannequin. So, Five isn’t the most romantic, sappy, sentimental person, that title goes to Luther, but he when he loves, he loves the deepest and most intensely. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone for you, hell he won’t hesitate to die for you. When Five Hargreeves loves, he loves them with everything he has, even if it meant little to nothing but himself and his weary hands. He would risk everything to make sure you’re alive and safe and he wouldn’t know how to function if something happened to you. Although he isn’t the most perfect romantic partner, he would get the sun and moon and every star in the sky for the person he loves.
S – Safe
“how safe would they feel around you?”
Five was overly cautious to the point of being almost paranoid constantly and for a good reason. He had to fight ever since he was a child and endure the tortuous training from Reginald, survive by himself in an apocalypse for the other half of his life, then kill for a shady organization he had no choice but to join in. Now he was back with his family but constantly under threat of some sort of apocalypse and the Commission at the same time, he hadn’t had a second to relax and feel safe. Whenever Five was around you, as much as he’d like to say he’s comfortable around you, there is always a part of his mind overworking in the background for any threats or surprises. It would take him a while after the apocalypse to fully relax, but luckily with you by his side, he willed himself to ease into life without constantly looking behind him for a bullet or a knife. He would feel safe whenever your hand is in his, giving him comfort despite running away from enemies. He would feel safe when your arms are around him, fully trusting you not to stab him in the back like so many others did before. He would feel safe together with you in your shared home with Mr. Pennycrumb after the apocalypse. It almost felt too good to be true, almost like a dream or a figment of his imagination before you’d show him it was reality by squeezing his hand and pecking his cheek.
T – Take care
“how would they take care of you if you’re injured or sick? how would you take care of them?”
He’d immediately nag you about not taking care of yourself, which is bold considering he has been running for 45 years on nothing but caffeine, adrenaline, and sheer spite. He’d immediately wrestle you to bed, confining you until you get better and you know that there’s no way you could sneak out of the door without him immediately teleporting in front of you and bringing you back to bed arrest. Five would rush immediately to patch you up or place a cooling towel on your forehead. Even though his actions might be a bit rough, the concern and care bleeds through his actions and you don’t mind if he dabs antiseptic a little bit too hard or if he covers you with a blanket a little bit too tightly.
Due to the Hargreeves’ enhanced physiology, they rarely get sick. Oftentimes it would only be a small cough that would last less than a day but once a year they fall with the worst cold known to man. Five has it the worst, especially with how the stubbornly pushes himself to the limit until his eventual crash and burn. It would be difficult to take care of Five, he constantly tries to teleport himself out of bed until he falls from exhaustion. Luckily in retirement he has all the time in the world to recover and heal, even though you have to remind him more often than not. As a child he was picky with food whenever he was sick, often being forced to eat Grace’s chicken soup after numerous futile attempts to reject it. Now with you, Five eats whatever soup you make without hesitation, thankful that he had you to take care of himself even though he found it hard sometimes to accept it. Five would be torn in being extra clingy and wanting to cuddle with you and wanting to stay 50 miles away from you because he’d be scared that you’d catch the cold that he had and also become sick because of him. Until eventually he gives in and surrenders to the cuddling (you fall ill after a few days like how he predicted and he returns the favor of nursing you back to health).
U – Unique
“what is a trait that is unique to them?”
He is an absolute neat freak. He loves having all of his items in order and would dust everything until not a single spec of dust was left. When the Hargreeves’ visited your shared home (much to Five’s dismay), they were impressed by the sheer cleanliness and organization of the place, almost resembling an Ikea display house more than an actual lived-in home. Ever since Five was a child he was one if not the most organized of the umbrella children. His childhood room was immaculate every time, not even a single physics text book out of place. You would have assumed for it to be an adult’s room if it weren’t for the toy airplane model hung on the ceiling and the small twin sized bed. Since the apocalypse, his cleaning habits have gone to possibly concerning levels. He had to survive in a desolate apocalypse, anything sanitary or clean of rubble was a luxury Five rarely encountered. So, once he was able to retire with you and have his own home, he made sure to take care of everything and never once take the intact house for granted. The only times Five would be caught with scattered items or a messy environment was when he was under extreme stress. Five would be too preoccupied in stopping the apocalypse to care about cleaning any mess and would just start scribbling on the walls frantically. Luckily you picked up on the habit and only stocked up on washable or whiteboard markers in your home, just in case Five needed to go on another math marathon.
W – Wish
“what is their greatest wish?”
Five’s greatest wish is for his family to live long, healthy, and happy lives. It was what kept him going through all those years, to have the opportunity to warn his siblings about the future and save them from their deaths. As much as he loves to complain about his brothers or roll his eyes at his sister, he would sacrifice anything for them, and he technically already did. Five’s survival instincts were held together by the glue that was the thoughts of his family, it had been a long 41 years and it would be more than impressive if he hadn’t thought about giving up at least once, but he kept on running back against the tide of time to save the ones he loves.
X – Xmas
“how would they spend their holidays with you?”
Five’s memory of his childhood was foggy, it was impressive he even remembered bits and pieces of it considering his age and the trauma from his childhood, but Five never once remembered celebrating Christmas as a child in the Umbrella Academy. Reginald was a man (or monster) of logic and thought that holidays based off of religion and culture was unnecessary and stupid so he just remembered spending Decembers with his siblings looking wistfully at strangers decorating across the street or walking with gifts in hand.
In the apocalypse, Five had no reason to celebrate holidays, he barely even knew what day it was half of the time. He tried to keep track of time through clocks and calendars but no other calendars went beyond 2019 and most clocks were broken or eventually stopped working. Five didn’t want to waste resources celebrating alone in the apocalypse, so he eventually forgot of it entirely.
After retiring, Five had to adjust to normal life again, but not alone. You had introduced him to celebrating milestones and holidays. You made hot coco (although Five found it too sweet and swapped it out with coffee with a festive whipped cream), you watched cheesy hallmark movies, and you decorated your home. You had also convinced the Hargreeves siblings to arrange another gathering despite the horrors that might unleash having all Hargreeves siblings in the same place once more. Five and you were finally the ones decorating their house across the street and walking home with heavy bags filled to the brim with gifts. Five surprisingly was an amazing gift giver. He had a talent in knowing exactly what the other person wished for, whether the gift was an item said in a passing conversation or something useful to them. In the celebration Five was lovingly suffocated (Five’s wording) by his siblings for his gifts and most importantly his presence that brought the group together as a family.
Y – Yearn
“what do they do when they miss you?”
Five was bitterly familiar with the feeling of yearning, he had a whole 45 years to be friends with it in the apocalypse and in the Commission. He had a love-hate relationship with it, if you will. With that many years of yearning for his family and his past, Five had developed a system to overcome it. Was it a healthy one? Probably not. He would toss himself into his work, figuring out equations or assassinating targets to distract himself from the aching pain of longing. For you, Five surprisingly hasn’t had much opportunities to yearn yet. Although Five doesn’t look like he’s clingy, he most definitely is. Wherever you are, he also appears. He cannot be further than a 4-meter distance away from you. When in the rare case that he is, he tosses his entire focus onto his work and his mission again, frantically finding the quickest way back to you. Once you finally return from what you had to go to, he’d visibly slump in relief. He would casually ask you how it went before checking if you had been injured in any way, but internally he would be so relieved that he wouldn’t have to yearn for you to come back because you were back and you were with him.
Z – Zzz
“how do they sleep?”
He has two sleep modes, A. He sleeps with basically his eyes open and even the smallest noise will immediately send him to fight or flight mode, or B. He sleeps like an old man and is dead to the world until 6am when he punctually wakes up every single time.
The first sleeping habit wasn’t fully there during his academy training childhood but it fully hammered into him once he worked as the Commission’s temporal assassin. He had to be ready at any moment and never let his guard slip, but if often lead him to be more worn out and tired. In his more youthful days, he would’ve turned sloppy and could have been almost overpowered by his opponent, but now he has trained himself to work with even the smallest amount of energy just for survival.
The second sleeping habit was from when he was truly a child, before the grueling missions and training. He was always the last of the siblings to wake up and would have been the last ones to arrive at the table if it wasn’t for his teleportation abilities. After retiring it would take him a while but eventually, he started sleeping like that again. He could finally rest easy with him clinging onto you like a koala and not be woken even by Luther’s heavy footsteps. His habit of waking up precisely at 6am came from his age, (well mental not physical) he woke up exactly at the same time the sun rose.
Although he was an insomniac due to going for days without sleep to try and stop the apocalypse, now that he was retired, he had no reason to skip sleep, he had all the time in the world. He also surprisingly isn’t a night person despite his insomnia, he would much rather sleep at 9pm after reading for a bit and wake up bright and early (which is very old man of him). If you were a morning person, he’d spend a few minutes in bed with you, basking at the new sunshine before shuffling the both of you to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. If you weren’t a morning person, he would wake up first and stare at your sleeping self with so much love and adoration that Five would rather die than be caught in the act. You would wake up to an empty bed in slight panic but the smell of pancakes and the clanking of pans in the kitchen would quell your anxieties as you go to the kitchen to greet a cooking Five good morning. :)
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What Happens Behind The Curtains.
Tag: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader, Five being a little clingy, just pure fluff, no smut.
A/n: This is a prompt I found so I decided to do it. Basically, you write for two characters including no dialogue, just the two being domestic together without others being involved. Five is aged up in this.
Summary: Where you and Five live the quiet, domestic life you had once thought would never happen.
Word count: idk
It was a quiet morning. For once. Five's siblings, are currently on a trip, leaving the house to Five and Y/n for the weekend. Thank god.
Usually, the two would wake up to the sound of someone's voice, somehow sounding throughout the house, running through the halls, or screaming. Always eventful and never a moment of peace.
Now it's quiet. Completely silent. No running through the halls or voices sounding through the walls.
It was pure bliss.
Y/n felt Five, nuzzling into her warmth, holding her close to him. His arms were wrapped around her tight, blankets draped over them, legs entangled with one another.
Sunlight shone through the curtains, bringing light to the once, completely dark room.
Five grumbled. Taking notice of the light, he dug his head further into Y/n's shoulder. Y/n took a deep breath, moving her arms from their resting position, and rubbing her eyes. She turned around, after gently nudging Five to remove the arm that rests under her frame. Once he does, sleepily, she turns to face him and sees his puffy eyes, not yet opened out of their hazy state.
There was a lot to admire about him. His jawline was one of the most noticeable things about him. Yet, surprisingly, that wasn't what caught Y/n's attention when she first met him.
It was the forest-green eyes that were currently shut, in sleep.
She gently brushed the hair that was crowding his face to the side, taking a moment to admire him. Her lips turned up, eyes unknowingly getting brighter the longer she looks at him.
He stirs, mumbling incoherently, his eyes then fluttering open. His eyes meet with the ones admiring him and he feels his heart warm as he copies the woman, admiring her features as well.
It's a quiet moment that's shared between the two, simply cherishing each other in the tranquil moments of the morning.
The coffee is warm and steaming, the mug set between the woman's two hands as her lover's arms rest around her, his chin leaning against her shoulder, and the back of her head resting against his shoulder.
The two appreciate the scenery outside, birds and bugs flying around. The sun, still bright and shining from its recent awakening, sets the sky in its usual position as it shines down, raining the earth with its light.
Even though the two haven't spoken a word, the quiet moments that are shared between the two are enough to make up for the loss of words that usually fill each other's ears, now being completely silent.
A movement is made, the coffee now held up to Five's lips in a silent 'Take a sip.' He obliges, feeling the warmth of the liquid, make its way down his throat as it matches the warmth of the woman in his arms.
He drapes himself against her, the back of his head resting against her chest as he allows himself to bring his focus onto the book resting in his hands.
Socks are clad against his feet, as well as a blanket, draped over the bodies of the two resting on the couch, indulging in each other's presence. It isn't cold for the two when they're resting in each other's arms.
Body heat is passed between the two, as they rest in silence with one another, the quiet moment, still unruined.
There's a lot that happens behind closed curtains. Sometimes it's just better that way.
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“Now or Never”
(Aged Up) Five Hargreeves x F!Reader Warnings: NSFW, light mentions of wounds and blood. I wanted to put this out as soon as possible so it has not been fully proof read/edited. This is also like 3,000 words
Summary: Diego causes you to get hurt, much to Five’s displeasure. After taking care of your wounds he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels.
“Ow, ow- Five” you whined as he cleaned up your wound. “Sorry but I wouldn’t have to be doing this if you’d just listened to me” he said matter a factly before dropping the used rag into a metal bowl. “Cannot believe you listened to Diego, out of all people, instead of me and look” he continued as he stood up to throw away the bloody towels. “I thought he was going to be able to pull it off” you managed to let out, guilt and embarrassment starting to fill your chest. “He-” “He is an idiot (Y/N)!” Five snapped, slightly slamming the bowl he had in his hands on the table, “He almost got you killed out there so do not try to defend whatever dumb ass plan he had!”. You’d jumped at the noise, hissing in pain at the sudden movement .
His eyes immediately softened at the sound before letting out a sigh. He shouldn’t be snapping at you like this. Especially when it was neither your fault nor were you the person he was actually upset with. Diego on the other hand better hope this Kugelblitz gets him before Five does. Instead of listening to what Five had said Diego decided to try and be the hero and come up with some bullshit, half thought of plan that you agreed to help with because of whatever reassuring bullshit he told you. Though part of him wanted to be upset over the fact that you believed said bullshit, it never lasted. The weight of you on his lap plus the sniffles you’d kept letting out a constant reminder that you’d gotten more than your fair share of karma. Which is why when Diego even tried speaking in either of your directions he was immediately put behind a wall of siblings and Lila who all knew exactly what Five wanted to do to him for causing you to get hurt. It did help when he heard Lila both physically and verbally digging in on him over how he’d fucked up.
“Sorry” he sighed, looking down and cleaning his hands on a dry towel before walking over to you. “I’m just-… we’ve been dealing with enough shit as it is and the last thing I need is you getting seriously hurt because of my dumb ass brother” he continued as he walked over and sat down on the bed next to you. “I’d probably completely lose it at that point” he admitted, helping you get in a more comfortable position. Five watched you for a second, double checking that you were comfortable before continuing cleaning your wound. It wasn’t that bad, thank goodness. Just a somewhat deep cut on your arm and a few scrapes on your abdomen. But in the moments before he was certain what all was wrong with you, felt like all the hard work he’d been putting in these past weeks had gone to shit and the entire world was ending. “Here let me finish” he mumbled, squeezing the water out of the towel, and taking your arm in his hands gently. You both stayed silent, Five wanting to let his confession sink in but you hadn’t thought much of it. “I’m sorry for not listening to you” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small pout. He returned a crooked smile and let out a quick breath through his nose, “don’t worry about it (Y/N). Just don’t listen to an idiot over me” he chuckled. “Well you seem to think everyone is an idiot compared to you” you countered with a small smile. “Which is precisely why you should always listen to me” he teased and finished cleaning up the wound on your arm before reaching for the gauze and medical tape to wrap you up. “This is gonna hurt so I’ll try to be quick” he warned before going to tighten the wrap he was making. You let out a shaky breath and nodded, closing your eyes in preparation for it.
Five’s heart clenched in pain with you when he heard the whimpers you’d let out.
‘‘Fucking Diego’’ he mumbled to himself as he finished it, gently letting go and setting your arm down. “Okay, now let me just clean up the ones on your abdomen and you’ll be all done” he threw away the excess and then turned back to you expectantly, “you’re going to have to take your, uh, shirt off so I can get to them”. Your eyes went wide as you felt the blood rush to your face, “oh… right” you nodded. In all honesty you didn’t feel extremely confident about that considering you had a bit of a crush on Five, but of course the timing was never right considering the world was ending. Plus you’re pretty sure he didn’t feel the same or was even capable of feeling those feelings. Therefore, this was a very awkward moment, but if you hesitated any more it’d be suspicious.
“O-okay” you sighed shakily and took off your shirt, placing it next to you. At least you had a sports bra on. Your eyes avoided Five’s for a second, which he didn’t mind considering he got lost taking you in. He blinked his eyes to snap out of it, walking over to you, and resting his knee on the bed to steady himself when he leaned over. “Well these don’t look as bad as I thought” he mumbled, softly running his fingers over some of your bruises and wounds, causing you to shiver and giggle. “Does that tickle?” Five smirked at you, fingers still hovering over your skin. “If I say yes are you going to tickle me?” “Maybe a little…” he mumbled, making you whine his name out in protest, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at it. “Okay, okay I won’t…” his smirk told you otherwise and you were proven right when he tickled you lightly for a few seconds, “okay now I won’t”. “Are you going to clean me up or torture me?” You pouted and he chuckled, nodding his head. “I wouldn’t exactly call it torture but I get the message” he’d started to clean the blood up first before disinfecting it with alcohol and bandaging you up.
Five couldn’t help but continue to drag his eyes all over you as he did. In truth, Five shared the same feelings as you did, but chalked it up to hormones until he hallucinated kissing you. Since then he could barely stand to be without you for too long. His hands kept finding their way onto you in subtle ways. He’d take every opportunity to be as close to you as possible. Hell he was thrilled whenever Klaus asked if you could come on the road trip too.
“Oooo let’s bring (Y/N)!! It’ll be nice having a pretty face to look at while on the road” Klaus clapped happily when Five agreed to join him. “I’ll even leave you guys to spend some time together” he said with a knowing smile. Five glared at him a bit but nodded, “I’m sure she’d prefer that than staying with those idiots”. “Great!” Klaus smiled before going to ask you.
You, on the other hand, were having trouble controlling your breathing as Five continued to touch you. His hands were a bit rough from fighting and his cold fingertips didn’t help with the shivers he was pulling from you. “I’m almost done” he mumbled as he was finishing up bandaging. “Alright you’re all done princess” Five hummed, the nickname slipping from his lips involuntarily. “Princess?” You asked, blushing and Five’s eyes went a bit wide. “Uh, sorry it just kind of slipped” he apologized and went to throw the trash away. “No it’s okay. I like it” you smiled, grabbing his arm before he got up. “I do too” he mumbled, eyes glancing to your lips. Fuck he wanted you. He wanted you to be his princess. To sleep on his chest, while he played with your hair and rubbed your back. He wanted to kiss every inch of your body until you were annoyed and pushing him off.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked as he sat down fully on the bed next to you. It was now or never. “Oh, um, thank you” you mumbled a giant smile gracing your face, “you too”. Oh my gosh why did you say that? Who says that? “Thanks” Five laughed and looked down at your hand. At least he found it funny. “No wonder I can’t stop thinking about you” he said clearly, his eyes moving to look at your shocked and confused ones. “What do you mean?” You asked, your brain unable to comprehend what he was trying to say. He just chuckled at you and shook his head, “I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked in that flower dress you had to wear in Dallas, or how beautiful your laugh sounds even your so called ‘ugly one’”. Your face must’ve looked like a stoplight the more he spoke but you couldn’t seem to care much. “I can’t stop thinking about how soft your lips must be” he mumbled as he gripped your chin lightly and ran his thumb over them. “About how you feel pressed against me” he’d slowly started to get closer to you, “and I don’t want to keep acting like I don’t”. You were too stunned to speak for a moment as you looked up at him. “And I’m hoping you feel the same” he added. “I do” you squeaked, finally finding the strength to speak.
As soon as you agreed he crashed his lips against yours. Immediately moaning against them while his hand moved to cup your cheek. Your lips felt even better than in his hallucination. Five had started to lean closer against you, deepening the kiss as he did. You had to pull back after you ran out of breath, but he just kept kissing down your neck. “Mmm Five” you whimpered, tilting your head to the side for him. His hands started roaming your body carefully, not wanting to hurt you. “ I love the way you sound saying my name like that” he groaned against your chest, softly kissing the wounds he came across. His lips were surprisingly smooth, not perfect, but for someone with his lifestyle. “Do it again for me princess” he mumbled before lightly grazing his teeth against your skin. “Oh fuck Fiveeee” you whined and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Good girl” he hummed and fuck if you weren’t wet before you sure as fuck were now.
“You like that? When I call you good girl?” He asked as he squeezed your hips, telling by the way you gasped. “Y-yes” you nodded and pulled back to look at him. “So am I the only one that’s going to be shirtless?” You pouted as you looked over his fully clothed body. “Alright, alright” he chuckled and sat up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he looked down at you with those piercing green eyes. “Fiiive” you whined at his teasing and unbuttoned the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, causing him to laugh. “You can keep going if you want princess” he winked at you and you were more than happy to comply. You almost ripped off his belt and threw it on the ground before going to unzip his pants. You paused though, deciding to get back at him for his teasing and palming his erection. “Fuck (Y/N)” he groaned lowly, biting his lip as he continued to look you in the eyes. “Yes?” You asked innocently before continuing. “You’re so fucking hot” he mumbled and grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply. You continued to unbutton his pants as you kissed, wanting him as naked as you felt. As soon as you managed to get his pants down he got up, causing a whine to fall from your lips at the sudden loss of contact. That whine then turned into a moan when you saw him standing there in nothing but his briefs, palming himself as he stared you down like a predator on the hunt. “Your turn princess” he said as he walked over to you, pulling your legs gently to the edge of the bed. Five chuckled at the squeak you let out when he did and traced his fingers down your stomach til he reached the top of your pants, “may I?” He asked. “Course” you smiled at how thoughtful he was to ask. He bent down to kiss you as he took them off, but this kiss was different. It was sweet and soft. He left his head resting against your’s when he pulled back, smiling down at you before leaning back and fully taking your pants off.
“Fucking shit” he mumbled unconsciously as he took you in. “What?” You asked starting to feel a bit self conscious. “I don’t know how I haven’t came yet” he answered honestly before bending over and kissing down your waist and thighs. He looked up at your for a second before placing a gentle kiss against your panties, both of you immediately moaning. “Five” you whimpered as you tugged his hair, “want you”. “Don’t worry princess you’re gonna get everything you want and more” he groaned and took your panties off, “get rid of that bra for me, princess”. You nodded and sat up, basically tearing it off of you. “Mmmm thank you princess” he hummed as he kissed your inner thigh. “Five come ooon” you whined again, bucking your hips. “Sorry princess, just wanted to finish taking you in” he hummed again before hooking his arms around your hips and pulling you closer. He gave you a few tentative kitten licks before completely going in. Five could not stop moaning at how good you tasted to him, and you couldn’t stop moaning at how good he was making you feel. You wondered if he’d done this with other women and how many he must’ve but when you felt him slip a finger into you it all went out the window. “Oh my gosh Five! Yes!” You moaned and he squeezed your hips in response.
“Fuck princess you’re even better than I imagined” he groaned and inserted another finger, “Wish I would’ve realized how bad I fell for you sooner. Could’ve been doing this for you”. For you? Jackpot. “Better late than never” you panted, though you felt just as annoyed. He hummed in response as he sucked on your clit, causing your hips to involuntarily buck, “fuck Five”. He started feeling you clench around his fingers and assumed you were close. After a few more minutes he pulled back and you let out a loud whine of his name. “Calm down princess” he cooed as he stood and palmed himself some more, “you’re about to get what you want” He bent down to give you another passionate but sweet kiss before continuing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful” he hummed while kissing your breast and pulling down his underwear. He hiss lightly at the sudden change in temperature, “you ready princess?” He asked as rubbed his tip through your folds, both of you moaning out each other’s names. “Yes, fuck Five just do it” you begged, eyes wide and a small pout as you looked up at him. “You got it” he winked and slowly slid into you.
Five honestly felt like he could bust right there, you were practically strangling him and he loved it. He loved knowing it was you, knowing he’s making you feel all these things. “Mmmm Five” you whimpered as he kissed your neck gently, waiting for you to get used to him. “Tell me when you’re ready baby” he hummed and nipped at your skin. You nodded and after a bit you felt yourself wanting more. “I’m ready” you whimpered into his ear and he slowly slid back out. He continued with a few more slow strokes until you let out another whine of his name and he picked up his pace. “Fuck princess you feel so fucking good” he groaned into your ear. “Can’t believe I was such a dumbass and w-wait- shit… waited so long” he moaned as he started to pick up his pace even more. “F-F-Five” you stuttered out your moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, “S-so good”. “Yeah? You like tha-“ Five was interrupted by another moan when felt you clench around him. You were close and he was relieved because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. “F-five” “I know princess” he said lowly and started kissing at your breast again. He pulled your nipple into his mouth, and looking at you dead in the eyes. “Oh Five!!!” You moaned loudly as you came, the extra sensation Five had given you immediately pushing you over the edge. Five followed almost immediately after you did, managing to pull out and cuming on your stomach. Both of you stayed silent, panting as you tried to catch your breath. “You okay princess?” He asked before kissing your lips gently again. “Are you kidding? I’m even better than okay” you giggled and kissed his cheek. “Good” he smiled, moving to lay next to you. “You think anybody heard us?” You asked quietly, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. “I’ll shut them up if they did, don’t worry” he mumbled. He moved you to be laying your head against his chest, finally able to play with your hair. He felt at peace like this with you. As did you.
A/N: I was kind of rushing towards the end so I’m sorry if this wasn’t everything you wanted. Please reblog and follow if you liked it and send requests through asks.
I’d also really appreciate it if you guys checked out my other Five series I’m working on.
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five hargreeves x reader. “ 'have we met?' y/n, i've fallen for you in every timeline i've been in. “ [ gender neutral reader. ]
─ ✧ season 3 spoilers ! in the new timeline the hargreeves ended up in, five finds himself facing a familiar face.
─ ✧ WOOOH the first post did really well :)!! thank u everyone ♡♡ also cw for swearing! ( though im pretty sure its like one word lmao )
[ flashback. ]
“ five!- just go! “ you yelled as you ran, knowing he couldn't hold onto you while he had ben on his back. the kugelblitz was getting closer and you couldn't keep up to fives running speed. “ no!- i am not leaving you! “ he screamed back, looking at you for a moment as he could see the kugelblitz was just behind you. as five stopped you managed to finally catch up and tell him one last time;
“ i love you, take care of my brother ben, okay? “
pushing him away as you were taken by the bright light. five instinctively blinked away and gasps when he's safe from danger for just a moment. “ damn it all! “ he yells, slamming his fists onto the ground as ben groggily wakes up from passing out.
“ where are my siblings? “ ben asks with a groan, fully opening his eyes to see five with a defeated look. tears falling to the ground as you and fei were nowhere to be seen.
“ ben.. ben they're gone. “
[ flashback end. ]
its been a few days since the hargreeves went their seperate ways, five has been having his good and bad days and tonight was a bad one. “ those assholes really left without saying anything. “ five mutters, walking towards the coffee place he often visited whenever he felt stressed.
the bell by the door rang as five entered, automatically sitting on one of the seat by the counter. “ black coffee and french toast. “ he says monotonous, “ its you again. “ five looks up to one of the waitresses that handled the coffee place. he never told her his name, but they knew each other decently enough.
“ y'know.. we've got a new member, seems about your age. “ she smiles, handing over a paper with his order to someone who worked in the kitchen. “ that would matter to me.. why? “ five says with his head facing down at the counter, he wasn't interested in love anymore. not after what happened with you in the last timeline.
the waitress smiles, “ they seem like your type. “ she winked, going off to the back as another pair of footprints walked out right after her. “ 'for the kid who comes in here wearing a suit' thats a silly name. “ the voice infront of him chuckled, but five suddenly tensed up the second he heard it.
he looked up and his widened in disbelief, he was looking at you. “ y/n? “ he managed to choke out of his speechless daze, you looked at him and blinked. “ yes? have we met before? you don't seem very familiar.. “ you tell him but five bit his bottom lip to shut him up for what he wanted to say.
“ 'have we met?' y/n, i've fallen for you in every timeline i've been in. “
“ no no we haven't, your co worker mentioned your name “ five forced a smile, taking his cup of coffee into his hands as his reflection looked back at him ever so faintly. “ thank you. “ he murmurs, taking a sip as you give him a smile. one he's missed for so long.
“ you have a nice smile, did anyone tell you?" five blurted out, not even knowing what he was thinking at this point. you blinked slightly wide-eyed at him before letting out a laugh. “actually.. not often do people compliment my smile, so i appreciate it. “ you giggle, five knew this a long time ago, but he wanted to know if you had any similarities to the 'you' he used to know.
the sound of rain falling onto the roof caught the attention of both of you, you sigh at this and look at your watch. “ oh! seems like its about time i head back. “ you say, taking off your apron as five silently watched. “ how will you head home? its raining like the world is ending over there. “ five joked with a chuckle, though the joke was interesting due to the things hes gone through.
“ my... partner.. will be picking me up. “ you say with slight hesitation in your voice. five nodded nonchalantly though his heart shattered quietly. “ partner huh.. “ he looked at you waving goodbye and entered a mans car, driving off as five sat there speechless.
“ no matter what timeline.. i really can't have you, huh? “ he says tearfully, deciding to eat his emotions away as he took a bite of his french toast.
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A sleeping partner | Five Hargreeves
Summary : Small Prompt : In which the reader is sleep deprived and often sleeps when can even during the day.
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• Sleep. A word none of the Hargreeves have been heard for probably a decade from now and so did you. After meeting the Sparrows, saving the world and with a god awful need of an appetite, technically finding a shelter to relax was the priority before going to paranoia. Thanks to Klaus’s help in guidance when he admitted knowing a place where it required a matress, a shower but most importantly a buffet and a bar. The hotel Obsidian it was.
• When checked in and with a god awful way of seducing the hotel’s clerk into thinking a nice watch could possible rant the family two rooms, with full beds. The family somehow find it rather peaceful to be able. Even if it meant to be stuck in an not so elegant place. After all, if it meant to decompress just for one night it wouldn’t kill anybody right?
• Five on the other hand for once, loved the idea of staying. In fact, his retirement felt quite nice for once. A nice shower, a bed and you what else could he ask for more. Not that he would’ve love to share a single room with one matress and without his brothers intertwining in his way, but seeing you so vulnerable while you slept next to him made him forget everything. So easily that he himself found himself at peace by embracing you closer into his warmth.
• During missions, Five glimpse at your direction at times to times to make sure you were okay. Often thinking that if he did leave you for at least two minutes, were to found you sleeping in whatever god’s forsaken place with no question asked. Either way, he knew that dealing with someone who required sleeping a lot was not only oddly and yet with the family he had, nothing surprised him at this point.
• Sometimes, when needed when for once required a break could found Five sitting in the lobby’s couches reading or working on whatever had come to his mind that day. A coffee in hand now cold by the slow drinker you are sat down to join him and silently admired him working. Weirdly enough he did enjoyed seeing you admiring him or even curiously glancing at time to time at the amount of work he did. Not that this was a sign for you to nudge him into spending more time with you, but also seeing your eyes sparkles every time you learned a new word got him to think he had never fell in love this hard. Not even with a damn mannequin.
• A busy Five also meant having to be patient. Which in contrary you weren’t. Mind you were also sleep deprived by the events and so, staying awake for even just a little while turned out to be nightmarish when out of boredom end up sleeping next to him. Heck sometimes, laid your head on his shoulders and leaned to have a petter position not trying to irritating him too much by his concentration.
• Five noticed right away. Often when he could not so long before seeing your eyes closing, smiled to himself into thinking how adorable you were. He would often also leaned to press a few kisses making sure you were comfortable before any of his siblings could catch him being lovey dovey. And if to happened, he made it damn sure that his siblings or anyone were to eat their own shits. As for you, at the end of the day when the work finally done, were to found sleeping calmly in each other’s arms finally able to relax without a mess in the world.
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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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Serial Killer on Loose
[The Umbrella Academy & Reader]
Summary : Basically, Hargreeves shenanigans.
Warning : Discussion over committing murder?
“The infamous serial killer has escaped from prison—”
"Aren't they the one, Dad, caught?" Allison Hargreeves said. Tugging the attention of her siblings—all of whom with the exception of Five had been sitting in the basement kitchen together—towards the television screen.
"They escaped?" Diego spoke up just as Klaus remarked :
"Good for them."
"Klaus!" Ben chided. Hitting Klaus on the shoulder with his book.
"Guys, this could be serious," Viktor warned. Hands tugging at his jacket in a nervous gesture, he looked at his siblings. "They—"
"Viktor is right," Luther said, cutting Viktor off. "Let's not forget Dad was the one who put them in there. Their first target—"
"Could be Father dearest." Five sauntered into the basement, hands in pocket. "And quite frankly, in that case, they'd be doing us a favor."
He leaned against the couch, a derisive smile curling at his lips as he observed the looks on their faces. "No?" He raised a brow.
"Yes!" Klaus chimed. Shrugging at everyone's incredulous expression. "What? Are you guys saying you haven't thought about it even once?"
Silence enveloped them all in the face of truth.
"Well," Diego said, breaking the quiet. "At times, Dad's neck seemed like the best holder for my knives."
That was all they needed.
"I've grown poisonous plants in the greenhouse and thrown them away so many times."
"Granted, I've wanted to bash his head against the wall. Doesn't make it right—"
Five made eye contact with Klaus, sharing a victorious grin.
"Throwing hardcover books on his head until it turns into a pulp."
"Use my bow on his carotid artery as though it's a string."
Their heads snapped in the direction of Ben and Viktor. Brows raised in surprise at the violent methods they'd described, it was so unlike them to be this…severe.
"There's a limit to what one can endure," Ben stated, defensive.
Nodding his head, "What he said," Viktor agreed.
Allison held up her hands in surrender. "Fair enough."
They turned to Five, expectant.
He hummed. "Cutlery during dinner, his fucking whistle when we train, flower vases—" he started to count on his fingers, eyes squinting in consideration. "—the chandeliers, the gun in his study, the pen he scribbles with in his diary, his tie." He stared them in the eye, lips upturned. "All look positively inviting in his presence."
"Well damn," Diego huffed a laugh.
"Damn, indeed," Ben affirmed. Nudging Klaus with his shoulder, he questioned, "What about you?"
Klaus stretched, groaning dramatically. He sighed, gaze darting between his siblings, letting them stew in suspense for a few moments. "Waiting for you guys to act on your fantasies, of course." He grinned.
In unison, they groaned. Ben hit him with his book as Viktor facepalmed.
"Guys…" Luther, who'd been silent, finally, spoke up. Eyes scanning the room, he leaned towards the circle of his siblings. "Do you guys really want to…" He whispered, sounding almost scandalized.
"Want to what?" Allison prompted. "Neutralize the threat?"
"Dispose the garbage?" Viktor suggested.
"Do the world a favor?" Ben added.
"Have him mown down?" Klaus clapped, bouncing on the couch in eagerness.
"Commit homicide?" Diego proposed.
"Patricide would be the apt word," Five corrected.
"When has he ever acted like a father?" Viktor scoffed, shaking his head.
"Guys!" Klaus exclaimed. "He's got a word, especially made for him." He laughed, gaze flickering between his siblings as he stayed silent for the dramatic effect.
Diego rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. "Spit it out."
"Regicide!"
"That means killing a king," Ben said, exasperated.
"And it gives him far too much respect," Five stated further.
"King and him?" Luther joined in, surprising them all. "As if."
A beat passed.
Then they all burst into guffaws.
"Oh, Luther," Klaus intoned, wiping away a tear. "Look at you, all grown—"
It was at that moment that the lights went out, and the telephone started ringing.
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A/N :
Saw this prompt, it was something along the lines of, "Serial killer on loose, except when they threaten the targets, the targets are like—'Alright, hurry up.' and they all turn out to be so traumatized that the killer ends up sitting them all down and acting like their therapist."
It's kinda like that, but with a twist. There's one more part. Anyways—
Hope you guys enjoyed this.
Thankyou! ❤️
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runaway
this was an ask on my main acc. it was where five’s beloved ran away... I HOPE Y’ALL LOVE IT I HAD SO SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS ONE
also, please send in more yandere five requests, i’m having way too much fun with this
warnings: swearing, yandere content, five is controlling as hell, five is condescending
He needed to take care of something. Just a quick emergency with Allison and Klaus getting into trouble. He had you in bed, about to go to sleep.
But you weren’t tucked in, warm in bed, when he got back. You were nowhere to be found.
“Sweetheart?” he called, eyes on the empty, wrinkled spot in bed. Gone. Gone gone gone.
No.
Absolutely not.
“Honey,” he called out sweetly, looking through the rooms of the academy. “It’s a little too late to play hide and seek.”
That and you should know he’d always find you. Always.
He began to search more frantically with that thought in his mind.
“Come on out now, darling,” he said. “I’m done.”
You didn’t come out.
And that was when he knew: you’d left.
~*~
He didn’t want to time travel.
No, then you wouldn’t learn the truth. He wouldn’t take the lazy way out, and he’d find you. He’d bring you home, and you’d be warm in your own bed.
Tomorrow, you would talk.
~*~
You were panting. Crawling out of a window is a hell of a lot harder than they make it seem. You had changed your clothes, your location.
You didn’t have enough time to do everything else; but the first stop tomorrow was to a hairdresser and to get colored contacts. You couldn’t afford to be caught by the murderer that insisted upon coddling you.
“And how may I help you this evening?” the front desk asked. The motel was cheap, and there was likely more than one murder there, but it was the best you could do for now. And you’d take it.
“One room please.”
“Just for the night.”
“Just one night.”
“Got it.”
~*~
You had to organize, and get yourself together quickly. You were still in the comfortable pajamas Five had picked out that morning; you still smelled like the shampoo he had bought for you.
You wanted control. The only way to get it was to leave; not that you wanted to be there in the first place. He’d kept you there, more and more over time. He’d kept you there with sweet words and locked doors, insisting he would take care of everything.
You were a big kid. You didn’t want to be a little doll; you just wanted to be yourself. And if that meant swearing off love or being on the run for the rest of your life to keep away from the killer that called himself your boyfriend, so be it.
Scrolling on your phone, you found a good salon, and made the arrangements for the next day.
You were leaving town.
~*~
He had no problem finding you, especially when he had Diego run the plate of the stolen car. You really didn’t think it through, did you?
He found comfort in that. Who knows what would’ve happened if you had made it a step further?
“Hi,” he greeted the front desk. “There’s been an emergency on the second floor- a lot of, well..you’ll find out.”
The woman’s eyes widened. He knew there was no one else running the place tonight.
He flipped through the book containing the rooms and the names. He couldn’t find yours. He smiled to himself; smart, he thought.
He’d just have to do a more in-depth search of the hotel.
~*~
You sat up just after your eyes opened. You needed to move as soon as possible.
But before you could even climb out of bed, a light flicked on in the corner.
Shit, you thought.
His legs were crossed, hands folding in his lap. His face did not hold any sort of expression; that wasn’t good.
You two just looked at one another for what could’ve been a solid ten minutes.
You thought about your options:
1) You could make a run for it; but that wouldn’t work. With his powers and the fact that he already found you, it wasn’t highly likely that you’d get away.
2)You could reason with him; but that wouldn’t work because he was Five and you kind of just abandoned him in the middle of the night.
3)You could wait for him to say something and hope that he would just leave you alone.
“Do you have anything to say?” he asked, eyebrow cocked.
“Uhm… no, not really.”
“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?”
Your eyes closed as your hand rubbed down the length of your face. You didn’t want to look at him, at the adoring but disappointed look in his eyes.
You were more afraid of the adoration than the disappointment.
You had no idea what he was going to do to you, but you knew that you had no choice but to go with him.
So. you nodded, still not looking him in the eye. But you could see him move from your peripheral vision, see him move toward your suitcase and pack up the few belongings you removed from it.
You could see him move toward you and you could feel him place a hand on the side of your head, pressing his lips to your head. “You know I love you. That’s why I’m doing this.”
~*~
“You need to go to sleep, sweetheart,” he said, testing the bonds on your wrists. You wouldn’t be leaving the bedroom, let alone the bed, for a few days. There wasn’t much else you could do, you thought. “I know last night was probably stressful.”
You just nodded, knowing any arguing would be futile.
“When you’re let out,” he said, absentminded, turning off the light, “you and I can go on a vacation. How does that sound?”
Your face must’ve lit up a little too much because his darkened slightly.
It took a second, and he seemed to be fighting with himself. “I’m not letting you out of my line of sight again. I’m letting this one slide.” He enunciated the phrase by tightening the bonds. “I’m letting it slide because I know you’re getting tired of the house. But you’re not leaving me; you’re not leaving until death takes you from me, and even then, I wouldn’t let that happen. What else is time travel for?”
That made you want to throw up.
“Sleep tight, baby. We’ll talk when you wake up.”
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HEY BESTIE CAN U MAKE A BLURB OR SOMETHING ABOUT FIVE HARGREEVES DURING THE FIRST EP OF S3 like yk the one where he saw delores after jayme spits on him and the reader who happens to date him saw it and like "wtf is he doing" and heard the name delores coming out of his mouth and the reader just goes silence after that scene BECAUSE THE READER IS THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT LIKE "is he actually still in love with a mannequin" and like very angsty afterwards but Five confronted her why she's being so quiet after their visit at the sparrows and the rest is up to u :] TYSM IDK ITS MY 1ST REQUEST ACTUALLY AND I CANTTT STOP THINKING ABT S3
ANGSTANGSTANGST
warnings: i think there's swearing, female reader (in my mind, but i can't remember using pronouns), angst. hardcore angst
tags: @mad-elia
PERFECTION
You were both running to get to Allison, his arm was around your waist, the other arm stretched toward the cornered woman.
“Thanks,” she heaved once the three of you made it to the upstairs.
“No problem,” Five said.
And then you saw her. She was a taller woman with electric black hair and green eyes.
He told you guys to go, that he’d handle the woman. While Allison ran, you lingered, hiding behind the wall, watching.
He hit her over the head and she let out a groan of pain. Good. He could handle anything, your boyfriend. You had no doubt he’d be able to handle this easily; after all, he was probably the quickest thinker out of everyone. He could do anything and everything and that was only one reason you were irretrievably, desperately in love with the man.
And then came the spit, along with a hiss bubbling from the woman’s mouth. Jayme, you think her name was. Jayme. It sounded about right.
You wrinkled your nose, much like Five who began to berate her. “Agh! Hey, gross, alright?”
But before he could continue the usual lecture about sanitation, his face went glassy. Sweat built up on his forehead, and he began to walk around almost aimlessly.
“What the hell?” you heard him whisper. His eyes were directed toward the stairs, as were Jayme’s.
You ran out, looking at him, but didn’t touch him. Disturbing people when they’re in a trance could end dangerously, you heard.
“What did you do to him?” you whispered, but she heard it and only smiled. It wasn’t one of those soft smiles; it was something similar to Five’s smile when he was irked. It was crooked, fake.
“I’m only showing him what he wants, kid.”
“Dolores?” Five whispered. You could feel your heart shatter.
The mannequin; that mannequin that sat with the both of you through the darkest nights of the apocalypse. She was there through everything; he always seemed to choose her over you. Even after you two were together. Dolores this; Dolores that; “Dolores would look good in this, wouldn’t she?”; “Dolores, you’re perfect”; “Dolores, I love you”.
You thought it was over. You thought he was over the stupid mannequin; you thought he loved you, only you. You thought that you two were meant for one another, the stupid soulmate shit everyone preached. But, you could see now, you clung on too tightly to the dreams a little girl would have.
You could see him break out into a smile, a genuine one. “Dolores.”
And then came the italian.
“Really? Italian? Holy shit. Do you think I could get out of this without fighting you?” you asked Jayme. She raised an eyebrow at you before quickly turning to Five. “I’m way to tired for-”
He began to make out with thin air.
Well, fuck.
“Okay, I’m just going to go,” you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.
You only just turned your back when you heard Five tumble down the stairs.
~*~
“Just gonna sit. I’m just gonna sit for a minute,” Luther groaned.
Your bones were cracking. You could practically collapse right there, plopping down on the top of the bench, lying there, mimicking Klaus on the table next to yours.
“Oh, I’m cracking,” Klaus said, a grit to his voice. You could second that.
“You all good, Klaus?”
“Fine, (Y/N/N), you?”
“Could be better.”
Five climbed on top of the table, sitting on the edge and placing your head gently in his lap. He began to run his fingers through your hair, his rhythm was constant. His love wasn’t. He grazed a cut and you hissed.
“That’s one hell of a cut, Sweetheart,” he mused quietly. You used that as an excuse to get out of his lap.
“I’m fine.”
You could see him flinch- just barely, not enough to catch if you weren’t paying close attention- at the slight harshness in your tone.
Good.
~*~
“CHET! Mon frère! I’d like my usual suite, por favor!” Klaus announced excitedly to the man at the front desk. He was older, his wrinkles prominent, but his hair still maintaining a blondish color that grasped onto hints of youth.
“I’ve never seen you before,” Chet deadpanned.
“See? Told you. Discreet.”
“Great job, Klaus,” you giggled; in turn, he wrapped an arm around you and wrestled you into his side.
“Don’t sass me, kiddo. There is such thing as a time out corner, you know.”
The dog’s whimper interrupted the conversation very quickly.
“Please stop scaring my dog,” Chet said.
“We need some rooms, please.”
“Super.” Chet pulled out a sign with the words only a nightmare could hold. “And how will we be paying today?”
Well shit.
“Fine,” Luther said. “Empty your pockets. Come on; something.”
You dug around in your pockets, finding a dagger and an extinguished cigarette.
“(Y/N)! Come on, really?” Five scolded.
“As if you haven’t had a cigar before.”
“Condoms?” Luther asked.
“I think you can exchange those for cash,” Klaus replied, causing you to giggle.
“Come on, you two, put the knives away!”
Luther looked around. “Oh, all right,” he sighed, removing his watch. Klaus marveled at it as he handed it to Chet. Examining it, Chet grabbed three room keys.
“Well, let’s Brady Bunch this bitch.”
~*~
Only one room had one bed, so you and Five were assigned to that one.
“Let’s unpack. Settle in.”
“And what do we have to unpack?” you questioned, eyebrow cocked.
“Yes, Darling, isn’t that liberating?”
“Fair enough.”
“Alright then,” Five said. “Let’s fix you up.”
“What do you mean?” you asked.
You didn’t want him touching you anymore. You didn’t want him lying to you anymore.
“You know what I mean.”
“Fine. I’ll get Allison in here-”
“Why Allison?” he asked, eyebrows furling. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes. Your heart broke and soared at the same time.
“You know why, Five. I saw everything.”
“Everything? I don’t get it.” He approached you, reaching out. You pulled back. He took another step forward. This kept going until your back hit the wall. He quickly brought his arm up, trapping you there. “I don’t understand. Why can’t I take- what did you see?”
You laughed, but stared at his arm. He was serious.
His other hand made its way to your hairline, brushing it softly. “I don’t understand.”
You recoiled, causing him to flinch once more.
“Sweetheart, we’re done. It’s all over; no more apocalypse, no more nothing. This is it! We can be happy- just… tell me what happened. I’ll fix it. I swear I will. I can’t afford to lose you after everything. I’ll fix everything, I promise, just please tell me what-”
“I saw you making out with thin air.”
“After what Jayme did? I thought I told you to run-”
“I hung back to make sure there wasn’t any funny business.” His arm loosened and you made your exit, walking toward the door. He didn’t jump toward you. He didn’t do anything. He just looked. “Turns out, there was some funny business. You’re still hung up on Dolores.”
“No,” he whispered. “No, (Y/N), I swear to God, I-”
“I heard everything, Five. So, we’re hanging out here for the next few days and then I’m out. I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”
“(Y/N), I love you. Not Dolores, you.”
“I have come second to her after years, Five. Years I have waited for you to come around, and when you finally did, I was stupid enough to believe it was true. I was foolish enough to believe you could actually love me, that someone would actually love me. But, of course, I should’ve known: you can’t get over something so perfect that quickly.”
“You are perfection,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “You-”
“No, Five. You can’t- I know what I saw. I know what you want, and that’s not me. Now, if you excuse me, Allison will only be available for so long. I’m going to need this cut fixed.”
You walked out the door with tears blurring your vision.
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The Hargreeves meeting someone else with powers HCs
Request
Tw: Mentions of stalking and alcohol
Set: pre or during season one
Masterlist
Luther Hargreeves
-Luther takes it incredibly seriously when he accidentally stumbles across you using your power, he would report back to his dad if he was still alive, but since that’s not an option, he thinks he can at least use the opportunity to prove his leadership
-He’s almost naive in approaching you, expecting you to follow his instructions even though his own siblings don’t even do that, and though his intentions are good his poor communication could easily scare you off
-But even if the first interaction doesn’t go so well he doesn’t give up, trying to get answers from you and hopefully even make something of a honorary umbrella out of you becomes like a mission to him, it gives him a renewed sense of purpose
-It doesn’t occur to him to immediately tell his siblings, and when he eventually does he insists he’s got things covered, and to be fair he is growing on you more and more every interaction as you realise he’s actually harmless, just endearingly inept
-Luther trusts you pretty quickly, so before long he’s insisting you attend academy meetings, and in an instant your normal life turns into warnings of an incoming apocalypse and the dramatics of a family you have to be really glad you didn’t get adopted into
Diego Hargreeves
-When Diego’s patrolling the city and from a distance catches you using your power, despite doing so harmlessly, it’s easy for him to assume the worst, that you’re some kind of criminal, or worse connected to Reginald
-Regardless, it’s a shocking revelation that he needs to do something about, rather than confront you head on, he goes into complete stalker -or as he’d prefer ‘vigilante’- mode, staking you out for a few days
-He’s not in a rush to trust you, but once he finds that your routine is actually quite mundane he gives you enough benefit of the doubt to cautiously approach you, looking for answers
-It’s pretty terrifying to have this masked man show up at your door and interrogate you, -no matter how many times he refers to himself as ‘the good guy’- but things start to click into place once he mentions the umbrella academy, and with your cooperation he steadily lets his guard down and talks to you like more of a regular person
-Even though you couldn’t tell him anything new, and it’s not like there’s really anything connecting you two, the fact that you share the same condition makes him feel some kind of loyalty to you, so he tells you where to find him if you want answers of your own or just want to spend a little time around someone who’s like you
-As closed off as he seems, Diego would welcome you as an ally, someone to have his back and look out for, the kind of relationship that deep down he always wanted to have with his siblings
Allison Hargreeves
-Despite your extraordinary ability, you do live a pretty average life, however you’re not above using your power to your advantage on occasion and this latest time you get caught by someone with a lot of experience in that area
-Allison can be quite cunning when she wants to be and immediately taps into that, keeping her cool and trying to figure out what your deal is without alarming you in case you’re some kind of threat
-Obviously you know who she is though, so while her guard is up she’s thankfully very honest, and while uneasy she is kind once she figures you seem alright
-She doesn’t plan on telling her dad or anything, it’s not worth the bullshit of seeing him, but she’s also weary about just letting you go, maybe it’s projecting but she’s worried about what you could do with that kind of power when you’ve never even had training for it
-So if you express even the slightest interest in staying in touch or continuing this discussion she’s so down, she could really use the good karma of helping someone safely manage their powers (regardless of whether you want that from her or not)
Klaus Hargreeves
-Usually you try to keep a lid on your powers, it’s just easier that way, but one night at a club you drink a bit too much, and let your control slip for just a second, and unbeknownst to you, a certain partier catches you in the act
-Really Klaus just wants to mind his own business, it’s Ben who insists this is important and he should talk to you, nagging him until he begrudgingly follows you out and ‘confronts’ you
-Your defences quickly melt under his absurdly light-hearted disposition, and he’s so straightforward about who he is and what his intentions are that you follow suit and a conversation easily flows between you two, you’re trading life stories within the hour
-He’s so curious about what it was like growing up with a power in a normal environment, honestly just trying to imagine what his life might of been like if Reginald hadn’t adopted him
-If you’ve ever felt alone or miserable because of your ability it’s a blessing to have been discovered by Klaus, he’s offers all the compassion and understanding you have desperately been needing
-He’s not exactly reliable though, your connection may be instant but it has a good chance of also being fleeting as he’s not one to stick around or maintain friendships
Five Hargreeves
-You’re quite careful to be discreet with your powers, but you couldn’t of been prepared for Five to teleport into your workplace when you thought you were alone, and inadvertently catch you using them
-He goes right on the defence, immediately worrying that you could be a factor in the apocalypse, and quite aggressively confronting you, granted he won’t do anything too rash without first hearing you out
-He doesn’t exactly make cooperation easy, remaining hostile and secretive himself, but once he decides that you could neither help or hinder his attempts to save the world your free to go, he seems to lose all interest in you
-So if you want to continue this discussion, he’s not your guy, at most he may give you the courtesy of telling you that you can go to the academy and tell them five sent you if you want more information
-Unless he thinks your power could be useful to him, in which case he will take full advantage of the situation to drag you along with him
-He can’t be too surprised by the revelation that there are other people with powers, it actually seems like the exact kind of thing Reginald would know and keep a secret, he at least plans on telling his siblings but it’s not a priority
Viktor Hargreeves
-You and Viktor live in the same apartment building and by total chance he’s returning home just as you need to use your powers to save Miss Kowalski’s cat from the latest danger he’s gotten himself into
-While shocked, Viktor does consider just apologising and leaving you be, figuring he’s the last person who should be meddling with a super-powered person, but in an act of sheer impulsiveness he introduces himself to you instead
-He’s so disarmingly vulnerable that any worry you had over his intentions dissolves within minutes as he rambles about not wanting to bother you, but having ties to the umbrella academy if you’re interested, and just that he has some experience in this area if you want someone to talk to
-You only take him up on the second offer, you’re so used to your ability being the most important thing in your life that it’s really nice to meet someone relatively unfazed by it, between that and him not having much else going on, a budding friendship easily forms
-He doesn’t try to get any information from you that you don’t freely offer, part of him knows that he should treat this like a bigger deal and probably tell his family, but he also knows how they can be and won’t do so without your permission
-Though he tries not to dwell on it, it’s undeniable that your very existence is kind of a slap to the face, knowing that some stranger in the city had powers and he didn’t, that you’re basically the rightful number seven… it’s a bitter pill to swallow
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𝗖𝗼𝘇𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴
꒰♡꒱...warning(s) : nothing but tooth rotting fluf.
꒰♡꒱...five hargreeves x gn!reader
꒰♡꒱...five hargreeves modern day headcannons
No matter what he always wakes up before you. making himself a cup of coffee and some breakfeast for the two of you, then he go's to wake you up with a few light shakes to your shoulder.
This man knows how to cook, extremely well. He loves to cook dinner for the two you all the time, he'll never let you cook, only if you really insist he'll let you cause he cant say no to your puppy dog eyes.
Even though he would never admit it, he absolutely looooooves rainy days with you. He loves that you can both can just lay in bed all day and cuddle. He loves that he doesnt have to worry about work or other things, infact its one of the few times his mind actually feels at peace.
He says he dosent like animals, but as soon as you buy a cat, or a dog, or any other kind of animal, he immediately loves them. Often times he gives them a few more treats than they're supposed to have,
He has such a big soft spot for you. Its just the way you smile, and the way your eyes light up, it just captivates him so much and he cant explain why.
Has everything that you like/the way you like things mesmerized. Knows Exactly how you like your coffee or tea, knows the exact taste of music you have, knows all of your favorite foods.
He despises amusement parks. Though he'll never admit it but the rides absolutely terrify him, but if it makes you happy he'll go with you to one. He'd do absolutely anything for you if it meant he'd be able to see your smile.
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Hungered Sin.
Description: Desire is a humanly feeling, it bubbles and foams— and it’s either one acts upon it, or let it simmer pathetically down the drain.
Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader
Word Count: 1.2k (this was supposed to be short uhhh)
Author’s Note: (short note 4 tonight :”)) guess who wrote this at 2am….. i did— this is just pure horny (smut (not piv LMFAO) specifically) (about temptation and what not) born from their parent named academic stress (cough i struggled writing this a little so if its clunky..i’m sorry 😭)… if this has any typos- welp…i’ll going to fix any of those… in the morning (or someday we’ll never know)!— anyway- i hope you giys like this one! (i loved writing this even tho i fought tooth and nail w my docs w this-) (likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!! they motivate sm fr)
(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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“Can I hug you?”
You asked him in a soft breath, dressed in a dark pinkish mauve turtleneck. It was somewhat tight, wrapping its cloth unto your body as if it were some sort of clay. It wasn’t your usual color, always somewhat preferring something else— and yet Five still stares, focusing, and as entranced as he can be.
His eyes always find their way trailing to wherever he pleases. A ‘curious’ look coats his pupils as he unabashedly stares. And you plainly see it, every damn time— he doesn’t even try to hide it.
He always, always- made himself obvious, as if he was letting you watch himself unfold right in front of you.
And as you look him in the eye, daring to lick your bottom lip right in front of him. You don’t ask him why he stares, because you’re doing this on purpose. The glint in your pupils was too mischievous, even from you.
Five has a good eye, that’s something you were- if not, need to be- sure of.
He notices everything— he just does. It would be stupid to assume he wasn’t keen- observant even.
Every time his fingers fasten his blazer- his wrists, swivelling as he adjusts his cuffs— or even when he holds something- even just a bottle, it always intrigues you— makes you cast your eyes right to his fingertips, a devilish gleam coats you.
Honestly, he questions whenever you gawk unto his hands- supposedly, there was nothing much to marvel at. Blunt clean fingernails to keep jobs easier— filled with callouses from working with digging off scraps, adjusting weapons to fit his precision- his knuckles whitening from the amount of times skin has been scraped off and bloodied.
And yet, you were so enthralled with such a simple thing- to the point that it drives him mad- Insane even, it surprises him on how you could be so interested in something so plain.
But he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t amused.
A tingly, warm feeling courses through Five’s veins as if he were some sort of addict, injecting himself with what the world can offer, and in this case, it was need.
“Of course, angel.” His voice low, it rolls smoothly as if it were silk.
A realization settled on his part- it was also want. The impulse to feel, to fully caress, he wants to embrace you even closer, to further bind you to his skin— your blood simultaneously pumps through your heart as his syncs with yours.
The burning itch, as if flames would eat him alive if he dares not to think of it— to not think of pressing his lips up to the back of your neck, or on the crook by your pulse.
The sheer pure want that settles into his lungs, the urge to breathe you in— He stops himself, letting himself feel you suddenly leave open kisses onto his face, a wind’s touch to clouds; light yet so rousing.
“That wasn’t part of your deal.” Five teases, you only sigh unto his cheek, chuckling.
“C’mon- can’t I kiss you out of all people?” Your voice drawls, a raised brow is drawn from your face. It only serves to make him laugh.
“You don’t even need to ask.” He clarifies, shaking his own head. Your mouth shapes itself like clay, and he only sees your toothy smile— it was genuine; an artisan’s craft, and he merely admires it.
Your lips press down almost roughly but still so soft as you hold his face by your palms. Your breath tickling his skin as if you were the sun to the sea. And one kiss after another, he was sure you would leave kiss marks, and as much as he hated messes, damn it- he likes it.
He felt perverted, for liking it this much— your simple kisses bubbled something in his chest, and it was drowning him.
It was as if something set off in him; a fire fed with fuel, as he felt your fingertips slide further by his ears, right at the crook of his nape. You lightly caress his head as you leave another kiss right beside his mouth- and he only leans in further.
His hands slip- wrapping his fingers unto yours as he guides them down from his own face to his upper arms. Your face quivers in confusion, but it fades, his palms hike down to your sides, to your waist— He pulls you close to him, pushing his lips to yours.
You merely open your mouth, his tongue muffling a sound that escapes your throat— You grip onto his shoulders almost tightly, and his only reaction was a smile that you felt form on your own lips. He lets his hands slither underneath your sweater, caressing so softly to your supple skin.
And he was sure— that he fell into this trap, letting himself become strung unto the threads of temptation. That this hunger for you has grown as each day passes, and his need to feast merely grows precariously; an invasive weed to a perfect field.
He presses himself closer to you, throwing you off- and his hands only further skid through the creases of your back— the pads of his fingertips cold compared to the warmth of your skin. He can’t help it— the pure festered desire just can’t quell itself, and all he finds himself wanting is more.
Adjusting his head, he tilts himself, your teeth bump into each other but he doesn’t mind— he wants this, he needs to be closer- and god— Your hips pressed to his, roughly shifting yourself to match his movements. His pelvis teasingly slides down, hiking back up and burying himself unto your own, your body tenses.
He slips out a shaky groan— He could have sworn he felt his own eyes flutter out of shock. His fingers almost painfully dig down to your skin, and you hum in response. “Fuck.“ His eyes roll, a guttural grunt slipping again from his throat. Before you could even come back to the depths of his lips— His hands- still underneath your sweater- trail to your bare sides, making you shudder.
He almost stopped- a small impulse sprouts itself to go back up and to press his lips against yours— But he doesn’t— feeling you push yourself to his palms, urging- silently pleading him to continue— and his laugh vibrates, a searing sensation against you.
“You really want this?” He whispers to your ear, warm to your flushed skin. You merely form a small serpentine grin, not even hesitating to murmur a silken yes so low he almost didn’t even hear it- yet, it dares to shudder a ripple unto his own spine.
He drags his lips again unto you— and you only huff breathily, echoing a hum of pleasure as Five trails up. His hands grasp unto you, and he forces himself to watch, to see the glint of deconcentration that shone in your eyes because of him. How your mouth shaped into an “O” just as you felt him touch— The way you tried to hide your now aflamed face, only receiving another chuckle as his fingers slipped even lower, briefly touching your waist.
Damn it- This— you were a pure act of desecration; the destroying of his own control. It was irreverent- sinful, to even think that he needs, desires you this much.
It was as if he were a man desperate to get even a drop from an oasis’s springs in a desert full of sand and grime threatening to choke him with each breath he takes; he was simply feeling something quell in his throat, it was as if it were thirst— or even worse, it was hunger.
He knows— Fascination wraps unto him; an anchor into the depths of desire.
And all his sight lets him conjure is you, the one who plagues his dreams with temptation— merely watching him sink down with it.
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“How Old Are You?”
Ch. 2: Four Days Later Ch. 3: The Beginning of The Date
Warnings: Spoilers for TUA S3
Five Hargreeves x Reader
Word Count: 1,243 (give or take)
a/n: This is a rough draft of a fic I thought of the other day. I wanted to post it and get some hype for when I fully finish it. Also the ending of S3 was bullshit.
“Hey”
Five looked up from his coffee to the girl who had just slid her upper body to rest onto the counter, hair falling as she looked up at him. “Hello” was all Five said but straightened his composure and gave her a smile.
The universe has just been reset. His problems had been solved. He wasn’t about to start off one of his first interactions by being an asshole.
“How old are you?” She asked, squinting her eyes at him a bit as if she could figure it out if she scanned his face more.
Here we go.
“Why do you care?” He replied after a sigh.
“Kind of need to know your age before I can tell you” she continued, sitting up a bit. “Are you at least over 18?”
He paused for a second and thought, while taking her appearance in. She was wearing a simple ripped black jeans, white tank top, and jeans jacket but he was intrigued.
He’d noticed his body had seemed to start aging a bit more over the past three weeks. One of the only positive things to keep him going. It seemed he was at about 18 and he wasn’t about to claim to be younger.
“Yes. I am”
“Great.” She smiled and pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Well now I won’t be embarrassed that I tried to flirt with an underaged kid”
He perked up at that.
“Go on” he smiled and turned himself in the stool to face her. A small smile trying to spill out as he took another sip of coffee. “Not sure what more I have to say. I notice you in your cute suit when you came in and thought you were interesting, but couldn’t figure out if you were of age.” She explained after giving a shrug. Then leaned in closer to him and continued in a low voice, “my friend bet me $10 and the bill if you were older so I’m feeling pretty lucky”
He chuckled at that which caused her to smile a bit. “Well congratulations” he smiled and patted her hand, leaving his nearby when he placed it back on the counter. He was enjoying his first somewhat romantic interaction with a real woman in a while, and he wasn’t going to let her think otherwise. “Does your friend know about your flirtatious plans with me?” Five asked, quickly noticing the simple hoops and necklace she wore.
“Well me saying you seemed cute was what struck up the conversation, and while they did tease me about doing it they aren’t fully aware of it, no” she answered, keeping eye contact that made something in the pit of his stomach churn. She was very attractive, and admittedly looked nothing like Dolores which was new. “Is that because you were afraid of the possibility you’d be flirting with a high schooler?” Five asked as he finished his coffee. She laughed at that and shook her head a bit before replying, “Yes. Would not like to have that moment drawn out anymore that needed to”
“(Y/N) we need to go soon. Who’s paying?” Someone called over from a table causing the woman infront of Five to look over. He couldn’t help but look her over a bit better before he looked at the table. “You are” she smiled back, watching the friend roll their eyes and groan in defeat as the waitress approached with the bill. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to be going soon” she said as she turned to Five, “are you seeing anyone?”
“Not at all” he smiled
“Mind if I give you my number?”
“I’d love nothing more”
“Great” she bit her lip and grabbed a piece of paper and pen from her pocket. Five watched her write her number and what looked like a small note on it, chuckling when he leaned over to get a look and she moved her body to cover it up.
“Is that going to be it for you?” The waitress asked, pointing to Fives coffee. “Oh, uh, yes thank you” he nodded and pushed it closer to her. It then hit Five that he had no way of paying for it, and the waitress seemed to know it as she walked off eyeing him.
“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, folding up the paper. “Just realized I have no money to pay for this” he sighed quietly, watching out for an employee. “How much is your tab?” “Just this coffee. Probably five dollars with a little tip. Maybe I can find some…” he mumbled the end to himself as he looked around. The sound of (Y/N) rummaging through her pockets followed by her smacking something onto the counter rang through his ears, the latter startling him a bit. “Here. On me” she smiled and slid a $5 bill to him. “You just helped me win a free meal and $10 so I guess it’s the least I could do” she teased at the end, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Thank you (Y/N)” Five hummed, his eyes focusing on her smile for a second until he noticed her bite her lip. He felt another churn in his stomach and met her eyes again, receiving a cocked eyebrow from her. “I’ll pay you back” he added and before she could say it was fine he continued “on our first date”. He let out a cocky smile when she notice her blush lightly and bite her lip again as a small smile spilled from them. “Well alright then…” she trailed off, suddenly realizing she hadn’t gotten his name yet and Five froze for a second. This was a new universe apparently and he could start over. Maybe a new name that drew less questions, but he hadn’t exactly had time to think of a new one.
“I’m Five” he said holding his hand out for her to shake. Her eyebrows creased in confusion and her head tilted to the side a bit as her hand went to shake his. “That’s a cool and different name” she nodded, going silent when Five took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. “Well aren’t you cute” she hummed teasingly causing Five to chuckle. “Why thank you, you’re quite beautiful yourself” he offered back and gently let her hand go.
“(Y/N)! We got to go” her friend called from the table again. “Okay I’m coming” she said slightly annoyed as she glanced back at them. “Guess I should let you go before your friends get upset with you” Five took the piece of paper and put it in his pocket for when he’s be able to get a phone to call her with. “Yeah” (Y/N) sighed, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. Five took the $5 bill and slid it to her waitress, mumbling a “keep the change”. “Well good bye (Y/N).” He smiled, taking her hand and kissing it again. “Bye Five. Looking forward to hearing from you” she smiled.
Giving each other a quick nod she turned and walked back to her friends. Five watching her the whole time, catching her every time she would glance over. Then right before the group exited she gave him a wave which he returned and then watched her disappear into the night.
Fuck he needed to get a phone, and fast.
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the umbrella academy x reader. “ i could never stay mad at you. “ [ gender neutral reader. ]
─ ✧ tua characters after / during an argument and want to apologize.
─ ✧ first fic !!! hoping it doesnt flop to hell :'o hi everyone im froyo and im obsessed with tua!! i also use they/them for klaus :]
@ ─ luther hargreeves ☂︎ number 1.
LUTHER quietly knocks on your door, hearing your voice say “ come in “ is his sign to walk in with an assortment of your favorite snacks. he had a weak smile that disappeared once he noticed the tears in your eyes after the argument, he places the snacks on a nearby table and slowly sits next to you on the bed to see if you'd move away. you didn't.
so he went with a long apology, explaining how he was wrong and that he was sorry that he hurt you. after it, he gave you a gentle kiss on your knuckles and hoped you forgave him. “ you're so sweet “
@ ─ diego hargreeves ☂︎ number 2.
DIEGO is a honest man, he wont lie to himself but he felt such a strong urge to prove that he was right in the argument. not realizing he began to hurt you in the process, and the second he realized ─ he stopped.
he notices the tears in your eyes when you looked away, balling your fists as you figured it was useless to argue. you turned your heel and before you could walk away, a gentle hand grabbed your wrist as you looked at diego. his face filled with regret. “ wait─ i want to apologize. “
@ ─ allison hargreeves ☂︎ number 3.
“ i heard a rumor that you- “ ALLISON covered her mouth in realization, watching your expression turn into one of betrayal. “ you promised not to rumor me. “ you sniffed, but allison was the one to run out the room.
once she was back into her room, she felt sick to her stomach. you were the one good thing allison has ever had in.. forever, so to betray your trust in that way had guilt piling up like no other.
after a few hours, allison had approached you while you rested on the couch of the living room. “ i can't get you to forgive me overnight.. but i can try to make things right to help fix us. “
@ ─ klaus hargreeves ☂︎ number 4.
KLAUS drowned out your arguing by covering their ears, muttering nonsense as you tried to get your point across. “ klaus please just listen─ “ you tried to reason, but they only pressed their hands against their ears even more. “ i'm only worried about you! why dont you understand that?! “ you snapped, tears in your eyes as klaus suddenly froze up in shock.
“ you.. are worried? “ they said softly, putting their hand on your cheek as you nod in their touch. “ i'm sorry.. so sorry. i didn't want to make you worry for me. “ klaus whispered, pressing their forehead against yours with a cheeky smile.
@ ─ five hargreeves ☂︎ number 5.
FIVE was a.. difficult man to get to know well. he avoided things that were too touchy or that involved attachment, so when you came into his life ─ it was hard to adjust to such things he avoided his entire life.
so this lead to arguments, mostly one sided on five's end since he was simply worried. “ what were you doing out there?! you could've seriously gotten hurt. “ he said worridly with a tint of frustration. “ i'm not weak, just cause i'm not like your superhero family doesn't mean i cant defend myself. “ you crossed your arms, but he grabbed you by the sides of your arms and looked straight into your eyes. “ exactly, you aren't like us! “ his face changed once he realized what that could be interpreted as.
you wanted to walk away but five's grip on you kept you in place, he rested his head on your shoulder and said nothing else. he was showing that he was vulnerable and could only show this side to you. five was bad at the whole relationship gig.. but you knew he was trying his best for you. “ i know you worry, but i can handle myself. okay? “ you sigh, patting his back as you pulled him into a hug. “ okay. “
@ ─ ben hargreeves ☂︎ number 6. [ if he were alive ]
it was less an argument, but you can tell the atmosphere was tense after the mission today. BEN was supposed to be scolded by reginald, but instead you took the blame for his mess up. “ i got in the way by being there, i distracted ben. “ you lied to the father of the hargreeves.
“ you're forbidden to see my children, especially ben. leave. “
and so the two have you started meeting in secret, however did not bring up the reason why you were doing this in the first place. causing an aura of silence whenever you two met up. “ why'd you have to take the blame, i could've handled it. “ ben murmurs, leaning on your shoulder as you smile down at him. “ but you dont want to get scolded, right? “ and your theory was confirmed when he didn't answer, but his hand squeezed yours. “ i'm sorry.. i just cant bare to see reginald do that to you. “ ben sighs as you plant a kiss on his forehead.
@ ─ viktor hargreeves ☂︎ number 7.
VIKTOR always distanced himself out of fear he'd get used, especially after what happened with leonard when he was younger. you always reassured him that you have nothing but love for the boy and he knows that you do, but his fears get the best of him at times. “ you aren't safe with me! “ viktor yells, but you only look at him sorrowfully, people have hurt him so much and gets treated like hes nothing.
“ vik.. “ you murmur, walking towards him slowly as he continued to mutter to himself while sobbing. you gently wrap your arms around him, leaning into his chest as you listen to his heart beat quickly, his breathing stabilizing as he began to relax in your touch. “ i'm sorry.. i'm so sorry, i didn't want to snap at you.. “
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