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the handler icons

☽ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴏʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪғ ᴜ sᴀᴠᴇ ☾

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Is Five mentally unstable or just lonely?

I feel like Five developed a mental illness or something due to the trauma of seeing his family’s dead bodies and having to live his life alone (well, for 45 years.) He also starts to think a mannequin is talking to him?? And is alive?? I’m so confused what is wrong with him. Or is that supposed to be normal??

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Guess who watched Umbrella Academy and really-really liked it 🖤

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number five is my favourite and i really love the way you draw him!!! also, congratulations on 1K followers! поздра́вить! (that's how you say congratulations, right? am i right?)

awww♡♡♡

and thank you for giving me a reason to draw 5 again ahaha

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Coffee?

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Prompt by anon: can I have a cute lil coffee date after you fall asleep on his shoulder on the plane or sumthing?

A/N: I’m weirdly proud of this one. Enjoy! Also, Five never leaves in this one and is 16.

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Five hated plane rides with everything in him. People snoring, kicking his seat, it just wasn’t a good mix for him.

However, Reginald insisted that teleporting over 1000 miles was far too much for a boy of “his age”.

Naturally, he was pissed.

His siblings sat a few seats behind him as his plane seat had not been put by theirs. Five scoffed. “Of course.” He picks up where he left off in his book.

“Hey I’m sorry, may I sit here?”

Five looks up. His faces flushes red. You were absolutely gorgeous. “Uh, y- yeah.”

“Cool,” you smile. “I’m (y/n) by the way.”

“Five.”

Snapping out of his haze, he quickly picked up his book again.

You sigh and the plane takes off.

After 20 minutes or so, Five feels a weight on his shoulder, and he realizes you have fallen asleep. On him. Oh boy.

You begin lightly snoring, and Five feels his face heat up.

The ride was eventually over, though it felt like hours had passed.

As you woke up, you feel your face flush with embarrassment. “Oh my gosh I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine. You looked tired.”

“No it’s not. I was probably annoying- I am so sorry.”

People began standing up and collecting their items. Five’s sibling wave him over. He shakes his head.

He gives you a smirk that makes your heart stop. “How about I buy you coffee, sleepyhead?”

You sheepishly smile. “I’d like that.”

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Five: I’m so horny and angry all the time

Five: and I have no outlet for it

Five:   so… mannequin 

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GIVE AIDAN GALLAGHER A DANCING SECNE 2K20!!!

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Vanya being a concerned sibling: I really don’t think you should drink anymore coffee today…

Five: Coffee cures depression

Vanya: I dont think it works like th-

Five: MORE EXPRESSO LESS DEPRESSO

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fivelores fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18163970 five gets a night to be a typical teenage boy, with a not so typical first kiss. i love them and i die on this hill !! 

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i’m not saying that this is five from umbrella academy….. but it’s five from umbrella academy

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Y/n, n o

Y/n, holding camera to show Diego mopping the floor: Water,

Y/n, showing Klaus lighting a bong: Fire,

Y/n, showing a picture of Earth Luther sent them: Earth,

Y/n, showing Allison spreading a rumor: Air.

Y/n: These four elements lived in harmony, serving eachother and themselves peacefully.

Y/n, holding up Reginald’s photo: BUT EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THIS CLUSTERFUCK ATTACKED.

-Alternate-

Y/n, showing Five: Smarts.

Five: Y/n, what are you doing.

Y/n, panning to Allison: Rumors

Allison: Y/N NO-

Y/n, panning to Luther: …Space?

Luther, shrugging: Whatever works.

Y/n, panning to Diego throwing knives: Knives.

Y/n: These four siblings lived in harmony.

Y/n, running from White Violin: BUT EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN OUR HOUSE GOT BLOWN UP

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Okay, so all of the Hargreeves kids were born with only a biological FAB right? That means they all only have XX chromosomes because none of them have someone that could pass on the Y chromosome. Meaning they’re all trans! Klaus our sweet NB baby, Diego our tough little trans momma’s boy, Five our intellectual trans assassin, Ben our thoughtful, caring trans child, and even Luther the obedient trans boy made leader. They’re all trans you cannot change my mind, or actual facts. It is law.

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Someone: it’s weird to carry around a mannequin

Five: but sir, this is my emotional support mannequin

Someone: okay but-

Five, pulling out a gun: this is also my emotional support gun

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What people don’t realize is that Five and Ben were really close too. Five screamed after him when he first ended up in the future. Five, Six, and Seven: the silent kids club

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dolores/Number Five | The Boy, Number Five | The Boy & The Hargreeves Characters: Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Luther Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves Additional Tags: Crack, kpop, I REGRET NOTHING, or do i, I’m Sorry, Five x Delores is the real otp, this is the fanfiction y'all needed but you just didn’t know it Summary:

AU where everything is the same but Five is a true Kpop stan. OR The crack fic everyone needs to chill out a bit from Five’s (and the Hargreeves family) shitty life.

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promises | five hargreeves

a/n: hi, this is a prompt from a prompt list uwu hope you enjoy!!

requested: “if you have time could you do an angsty Five x Reader with this prompt: “Promise me you’ll come back safe.” where Five doesn’t die but gets pretty injured?” - anon

characters: five hargreeves x reader, luther hargreeves, pogo lol, reginald hargreeves, grace hargreeves

word count: 1, 051

summary: five makes a promise he can’t keep and angst ensues

warnings: some swearing

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“Five, I really don’t think this is a good idea…” you trailed off, looking at your boyfriend worriedly as he suited up for the mission.

A sigh fell from his lips. “Y/N/N, you worry too much,” he replied as he straightened his mask. He then turned to you. “It’s not like I’m gonna die or anything, jeez” he finished with a cocky smirk.

You slapped his arm exasperatedly, drawing a laugh from him. “Don’t even say stuff like that! You’ll jinx it goddammit,”

He rolled his eyes and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You melted into him, the kiss only lasting a few seconds, but long enough to make the ache in your heart grow stronger. You pulled away slightly from the kiss and mumbled against his lips.

“Just… promise me you’ll come back safe,” you whispered, his eyes softening at the genuine anxiety evident in your eyes.

A small smile spread across his face as he held you closer, tightening his warm grip on your waist. “I promise,” he replied firmly, doing a mock salute as he walked over towards the door of his bedroom. “Now really, Y/N/N, I’ve gotta go, okay?”

You nodded and shakily smiled at him which he reciprocated before leaving the room. The door gently shut behind him with a quiet thunk. Sighing, you let yourself fall onto the edge of his bed, sinking into the covers and breathing in. They smelt of him. This resulted in a small smile from you, finally feeling at ease.

A few hours later and you were awoken by a loud crash from outside, shocking you bolt upright as you tried to recover from your nap. Shouts were heard from outside, muffled, but definitely belonging to the Hargreeves children. You shot out of the bed, swiftly opening the door and running down the corridor towards the front door just as it opened. It opened to reveal six panicked children along with Reginald Hargreeves himself (who seemed a lot less panicked than the others.)

You frantically looked around the faces who arrived through the door, desperately trying to find Five, to no avail. Finally, you saw him. Laying in Luther’s arms, limp with his eyes loosely closed. A muffled sob left your mouth as you rushed over to him. “Wh-what happ-”

You were cut off by Luther. “There’s no time to explain. We’ve gotta get him to Grace,” he said firmly, power walking towards the infirmary where Grace was already waiting, slight panic on her face.

 “Bring him in, quickly!” She exclaimed, beckoning Luther in and placing Five on a metal table in the middle of the room. 

You begin to enter the door, but a furry arm soon stopped you. Pogo looked at you with a sad frown and shook your head. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/N, but I cannot permit you to enter,”

You looked at him incredulously. “But- but I…”

“I know, and I’m sorry… but it’s Master Hargreeves’ rules,” he said sternly. His expression soon softened. “I’m sure he’ll be alright, Miss Y/N. Grace is very handy in medication, she’ll have him fixed in no time,” he reassured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder before closing the door.

Cutting you off from him.

It was an agonising 3 hour wait.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You could hardly sit still, your legs jittery and your hands shaky as you paced up and down the large manor. Five’s siblings watched you in worry, occasionally trying to speak to you but getting very little response.

Then, the infirmary door opened.

You immediately sped towards it, seeing Grace exit the room with Mr Hargreeves. You looked up at Grace hopefully. She smiled back.

“He’s sleeping right now… But you can see him,” she explained, stepping aside to allow you to walk into the room. You hesitantly walked inside, closing the door behind you and setting your eyes on the dark brunet laying on the table in the middle of the room. He looked quite peaceful, calm. Y’know, apart from the huge fucking scar in the middle of his chest. You cringed as you looked at it, sitting down on the chair next to the table.

“Goddammit, Five,” you cursed under your breath, shaking your head as you traced the scar with the pad of your index finger, the bumpy texture feeling foreign under your fingertips. “I said this would happen… I said it was a bad idea and, as usual, I was right. And you ignored me…” You let out a breathy laugh as you felt the tears well up in your eyes. “You always do that… You never- you never care about yourself, or how it’d feel for other people if you just… if you just…”

You couldn’t finish the sentence, settling instead for ferociously wiping away a tear streaking down your cheek.

“God, you suck, you know that?” You whispered, your bottom lip quivering as you looked away from him.

“Yeah, I know…”

Your head snapped towards him, a cheeky smirk on his face as he sat up slightly on the bed, hissing as he squished the scar tissue.

“…lie down, dumbass,” you sighed, pushing him back down onto the cold metal table. “You’re just gonna make it worse,”

“Can it really get much worse?” He quipped, but complied.

You huffed. “Uh, yes. For example, do you want me to scream at you for lying point blank to my face?”

That shut him up.

“…no.”

“Exactly. That’s how it could be worse.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Seriously though, Five. You- you lied to me. You promised that you’d come back safe but…” You were cut off by an involuntary sob escaping your lips.

His eyes softened as he looked at you, tears escaping your eyes. He had no idea how truly worried you had been for him…

He reached out a hand, wiping a tear away from your cheek and holding it in his hand gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You sniffed, your hand coming up to cup his hand. And you stayed there. For a few moments. As you calmed down.

Before you broke the silence.

“Five… please, just- just promise me this one thing?”

“Yeah?” He replied, looking up at you.

Your gaze hardened. “Never break a promise again.”

“…”

“Five?”

“I promise, Y/N,”

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Five tries exercising with their binder one. Things doing go as smoothly as they had hoped.

Can also be found on AO3!

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