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[messers-moony]

Vulnerable | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five finds a girl who flips his world upside down

It was no surprise Five Hargreeves was known as the ‘little boy’ around the academy after being thrown back into his thirteen-year-old body. His siblings always treated him as a younger brother, something he absolutely despised. 

His girlfriend also gave into the teasing, continually calling him the same names his siblings did, which only aggravated him more, but when the words fell from her tongue, it was like sugar. 

When she called him all the classic pet names, which Five had hated initially, it made his face heat up, and his entire body become queasy. His girlfriend was slowly changing his perspective on everything he once hated. 

The male hated video games, but now, he absolutely loves playing them. He also hated spending time with his siblings. Now he hates being away from them for long periods of time. The boy had become so vulnerable, and it would all be thanks to Y/n. 

Once all the Hargreeves siblings and Y/n were together on the couch watching a movie. Halfway through, Five became unbearably sleepy. Subconsciously he cuddled up on the female's side and fell asleep, leaving his siblings in complete awe at their now ‘soft’ younger brother. 

It’d be a lie that the siblings didn’t think Y/n had some form of power or potion to make their stubborn, grumpy little brother so soft and vulnerable. It turns out; she never had any form of power or tincture, just a boy who loved her with everything he had. 

Other times they’d be out just to leave the house, and Five would always hold the door open for her, holding her hand, arm around her waist, subtle things. 

The night was dark, making the stars shine like a flashlight in the night sky. Five sat at his desk while his girlfriend read a book with her glasses laid lazily on her nose. 

This wasn’t an unknown occurrence. Both significant others had their hobbies or jobs, and they both respected that. Y/n made sure to know boundaries just as well as Five did. 

But eventually, Five couldn’t take it anymore and struggled up from his desk. Dropping onto his twin bed beside his lover, and gently laid his head onto her thighs. 

Absentmindedly her hand went from her side into the brunette's hair leading him to lean into her touch. He laid in a ball with his head on his lover's lap while she massaged his head. 

Gently she put her book down on the nightstand, “ Love? “ A gentle voice asked as her other hand rubbed his side. 

“ Mm? “ Humming in response as he couldn’t form words, “ You alright? “ Y/n quizzed as her hands pulled the boy to sleep. 

Five nodded in response, “ Just tired. “ Five-spoke once he could form words, “ You know when we first got together, I never thought we’d be here. “ Y/n announced, making Five visibly furrow his eyebrows confused. 

Y/n let out a small laugh, “ I mean, when we first got together, I could barely kiss you, and now here you are curled up on my lap. “ 

“ You made me this way. “ Five groaned as he nuzzled into her lap further, “ Good. I’m glad. “ Y/n responded. 

Without another word, Five fell asleep, a dreamless one, a nightmare less one. Y/n let out a quiet chuckle at the now sleeping male and reached for her book to keep reading. 

[yynumaki]

hey, im new to tumblr and i didn't that there was a request section on a persons profile so i commented a request, sorry about that lol. but maybe aidan gallagher x reader where they have anxiety and really dont like loud rooms/too many people and one day the two are on a date and she asks to go outside bc its to loud and they go outside where she starts crying and apologizing for always being so antisocial? really just fluff and socially anxious reader? you dont have to if you dont want to, thanks! :)

A/N:Thanks for the req, sorry if I cant meet your expectations, I'm pretty busy lately but hope you enjoy. Also welcome to tumblr 🥳

Everything was supposed to be perfect.

Aidan asked you out on a date on the new restaurant that just opened up a few weeks ago; Apparently its already getting hundreds of amazing reviews by the second, so he decided to get a table reserved there for the both of you to celebrate your 3rd year anniversary.

You've picked out the perfect dress, the perfect shoes, and you woke up with glowing skin which just added the cheery on top.

Though the only problem was, you didn't think there'd be this much people here.

You felt like everyone was staring at you, that everyone was judging you, but in reality they were all just minding their own business.

You were punching yourself because you were feeling it all over again, the sweatiness, the shaking, the heavy breathing. You felt spiralled.

“Hey..” Aidan asked calmly, “Are you feeling ok love?”

“Yeah—” you said in a hush tone.

Before he could even say another word you felt the room and everyone's eyes closing in on you.

“Sorry” you whispered before rushing out

Aidan spared no second thought and rushed out to catch you. When he exited the restaurant, he saw you walking away quickly while holding your arms shakily as you cried, he caught up to you fairly fast.

“Y/n” he yelled, loud enough for you to hear but not so loud that he'd get the attention of others.

You faced him, lips shaking, your cheeks soaked with tears, and your mascara smudged.

He gently held your arms as his eyes was filled with worry.

“What happened?” he asked,

“Im sorry—” you said as tears were starting to brim your eyes once more, “Im so sorry, I'm so sorry....” you continued as he hugged you.

“It was all supposed to be perfect” you held him tighter, gripping his waist to hold him closer.

“Its not tour fault sweetheart ” he hushed, lightly pulling away from your hug to wipe your stained cheeks, “Your anxiety just got the best of you, but its not your fault, I should've booked a restaurant that had kore privacy ” he sighed.

“No Aidan” you responded, “You were so thoughtful for what you did, its just that I wish I didn't have this mental stuff” you sniffed, “It keeps ruining things”

“Dont blame yourself” he quickly responded in a serious yet calm manner, “Never blame yourself, you hear me?”

You nodded as he kissed your forehead and walked you to your car.

The same night, you went back home to your shared apartment.

While Aidan was dressing out of his suit, you thought that you could atleast make it up to him by having a dinner date at home, so while he was in the shower, you decided to bake his favourite meal and dessert.

He always showered for atleast an hour so that gave you enough time to finish mid way through so he couldn't just ask you to stop and go to bed with him.

When he went downstairs, he was greeted with a stench that made his stomach grumble.

“Whats all this?” he smiled as he walked to hug you from behind.

“Dinner" you responded sweetly, “Im going to make it up to you you know” you said declaratively.

“You dont need to make up for anything sweetheart” he kissed your cheek, “Having you is all that I need”

“So you want me to stop cooking?”

“Now I didn't say that” he laughed,

“Your so cheesy Mr.Gallagher” you joked,

“Only for you Mrs.Gallagher”

“Were not married love”

"Not yet"

[umbrellatte]

If I can request, I would like to ask if you could write a aidan or five where their girlfriend has schizophrenia and she has episodes where the voices get out of hand and they hurts her by giving her a very bad headache and she crumbled down on the floor with her back against the wall and she rocks back and forth trying to make the voices stop, and how she tries to make them to stop is by screaming out “stop” “go away” “leave me alone” “shut up” “no” and when the episode stop it’s like she’s emotionless because it takes a lot 9f her and Aidan or five has to help her with everything since it’s like her mind and body has shut down. If you think you can’t do it can you do one where Aidan finds his best friend and crush writing a poem and when he tries to see what it’s about she hides it but one day she left her poem notebook at his house and he looks through it to find most of the poems are about him and he plan out how he’s going to ask her out and he uses lines from her poems that’s he thinks fits her but he put them in a song and he plays it for her in his way to asl her out

ahhh omg, i loved the second idea, so i'll do that! unfortunately, i don't feel that confident or comfortable making the first one because i have so little knowledge on schizophrenia and i just don't feel comfortable writing about it at all, so i do hope you enjoy this one! dear lord, i'm not entirely sure on this, but hopefully you like it-

Beautiful Poet | A. Gallagher

pairings: aidan gallagher x fem!reader

synopsis: you are aidan's best friend whom he likes a lot. you happen to love him and express your feelings through secret poems you write which you left at his house. he read them and decides to use some lines to write a song to ask you out.

notes: this is not any school au whatsoever! just aidan as an actor, singer, un ambassador and youtuber. and some poems here are from the internet, some from his songs, some by me! the song used here is dandelions by ruth b., i thought it really fit i didn't feel lile using aidan's songs, it felt weird for some reason.

disclaimer: aidan is above 18 in all my fics unless stated otherwise!

You had created a bunch of poems, rhyming or not. Most of them made for your best friend and crush. Like this one,

That glint in your eyes—

Is my beautiful star.

You look of sunshine,

On a blue day.

(latte's poem)

Or like this one,

I don't think you will ever fully comprehend,

How you've made all my dreams come true,

Or how you've opened my heart,

To the love and wonders it can do.

(internet)

or this one too,

A beautiful rose for you,

A love so true,

That i feel, when looking at you.

(latte's poem)

and another.

Something about your smile that just freaks me out

Can't help but feel that my heart will give out

Beating heart in my chest, it's gettin' louder

(4th of july, a.g)

again, another poem.

Fireworks in the sky,

Shining in those eyes,

Beautifully green,

As I've always seen.

(latte's poem, inspired by 4th of july and blue neon)

as usual, another one.

In a field of dandelions,

I wish on each one,

I wish for you to be mine, forevermore.

(dandelions inspired poem)

lastly, the one you wrote today in your notebook, they day you leave said notebook in aidan's house.

I've heard that love comes once in life,

I'm quite sure that you are that sweet love,

Cause breathing gets harder with you,

My dear Aidan, what I say is true.

(dandelions inspired poem)

Just to name a few of the poems you've made. There are more, obviously, but these were what caught Aidan's eyes. He saw the many hearts you drew below each page with a "For Aidan" with them as well.

He saw how you loved him as much as he did you. He loved you so much he decided to use your poems as a way to confess his long lasting love for you. Days turned to weeks, which turned into months. After a good one to two months, he had finished everything and had a concert planned.

Being the good friend and crush he was to you, he gave you a ticket himself instead of having you buy it. “Awe, thanks Aidan, you didn't need to do that.” you smiled, taking the ticket.

“No worries on it. You will be there, right?”

“I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

The day of the concert, he sang his songs, leaving that one song he wrote for you, for last. An hour or so passed and now it was time for that song. “Hello everyone! This song is dedicated to a special someone of mine!”

He began to sang the song, until the words sounded familiar. Those were the words on your poems. It hit you. He's read your poems.

“I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine” he sang out the last part.

The song ended and he started to speak. “[Name]! I love you! Could- could someone please bring her here? Thank you!” You found yourself being brought by concert people on the stage, people cheering here and there.

“[Name], i love you so much. For a long time now. You're my best friend and i don't wanna lose you, but I'm taking the risk. Will you be my girlfriend, [Name]!” he shouts into the mic, his voice echoing around the place.

You stare at him. “I...Aidan..yes! Yes, oh my god! Aidan what? I-” he comes close to you, and puts the mic down. He whispers, “Can i kiss you?”

You nod vigorously, and he does. He kisses you, with gentle loving passion as the crowd whoops and cheers. “My beautiful poet. I love you. And i loved your poems for me. I hope you don't mind that i used them for the song though.”

Laughing out with tears in your eyes, you shooke your head, showing that you didn't mind. “Thank you for those beautiful poems, [Name].”

[shadowisbored]

y'all know time it issssssssss

[parkersbliss]

Flustered | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc: 903

warnings: sexual innuendo?

synopsis: ever since five retried, he’s been a lot more affectionate with you

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 043: “Your hands are really soft.” 054: “They have everyone.” “Not you.” “I’m the exception.” 067: “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

—

“Hi, Luther, Klaus, Diego!” You greet happily. Five doesn’t bother and just pulls out his chair.

“What’s wrong?” Later said through a mouthful of Chinese takeout. “You look happy.”

You come up next to Five, and he pulls a chair out for you, making your cheeks heat up at the small action. “Why can’t he be happy?”

“Well, he’s Five. Always so… bitter.”

You shrug. “They hate everyone.”

“Not you.”

“I’m the exception.”

“I am plenty happy,” Five spoke, taking a seat. “Had a nap and shvitz, what does a man need?”

“Brother’s who don’t eat like barn animals?” Klaus suggests.

Both Diego and Luther look to Klaus, mouths full of noodles, proving his point.

You sit down, smiling at the three brothers. You're dressed in the same thing as Five, a soft bathrobe that says “Hotel Obsidian.”

Klaus grins at you, and you raise a brow. “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

“What?” You practically scream, pulling back the collar of your bathrobe.

Diego snickers, “Seems like Five got a little more than a Shvitz.”

Luther nods. “Yeah, (Y/N) looks like she’s gonna die of embarrassment.”

Klaus claps. “Oh my god, I’m so happy for you two! How was it?”

Five blinked at his brother. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, why not? We’re bros!”

Five sighs, looking at you, then back to Klaus. “It was… nice.” You basically die in your seat at his choice of wording. He notices and chuckles, grabbing your hand in his. The three brothers whistle, and you shrink further into your seat.

“Your hands are really soft,” He whispers in your ear.

“Five!” You whine, feeling like you might explode at all the attention and affection. You and Five mostly kept your relationship on the down-low, seeming it was the most concerning issue the past month.

“So I’ve been thinking through our little timeline snafu, and I’m pleased to report that in my professional, expert opinion: we are totally in the clear.”

“Awesome!”

“Huh.”

“Great! So everything’s totally fine?” Luther asked.

“More or less. I mean,” Five hesitates, smiling. “There is one small thing. But it’s nothing we can’t manage.”

Five hands you one of the carry-out boxes, “Choi mein, your favorite.” And you smile softly, mumbling a thanks to him. He just smiles back, “Anytime.” And your stomach flips when he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. You actually think you might die this time.

“So, spit it out, boomer!” Diego mumbles through his noodles.

“Fine, Diego, it’s like this. Dad didn’t adopt us as babies, but those babies still existed here,” Five explained as you take a bite of your own meal.

Klaus frowns. “Awww.”

“We just grew up in different places with different people.”

“So?” Diego questions.

“So where are they now? Odds are we each have identical versions of ourselves walking around out there living completely different lives.”

Luter gasps excitedly. “Our doppelgängers!”

“That’s a made-up word,” Klaus dismisses.

“No, no, I learned all about this in Texas. Tell them about the paranoid psychosis, Five!”

“It’s paradox,” You correct.

“Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought you said this wasn’t a problem?”

“Okay, yes,” Five admits. “Technically, if you’re near your Doppel for too long, you’ll go insane. So if you ever see your other self—”

“Kill them.”

“Sleep with them.”

“… avoid them."

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Luther asked, giving both his brothers a skeptical look.

“Oh, come on, as if you wouldn’t climb Luther mountain,” Klaus teases. The look on Luther’s face tells you enough about what he’s thinking.

“Wait, how are we supposed to guarantee we don’t cross paths with ourselves?”

“Easy. I mean, we’re the Benetton of superheroes, born all around the world until dad brought us here, which he no longer did. Doppel’s probably aren’t even in the same time zone as us.”

“That’s true,” Luther mumbles.

Diego nods. “Yeah.”

“Would you pass the moo shu?” Five asked, reaching across the table, and Luther does so. Suddenly, Diego leaves in a rush, and you shrug it off.

“So how long have you two been…” Klaus trails off, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Gross, Klaus,” Five said, before adding. “We’ve been together for a while now.”

“Oh, wow,” Klaus sighs. “That’s so cute. I mean, (Y/N) is so sweet, and you’re so… you!”

You giggle at that, and Five rolls his eyes, “Thanks, Klaus.” Five grabs his takeout and a pair of chopsticks before taking your hand and helping you off your seat.

“You didn’t have to do that, Five,” You mumble, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I know, darling, but I wanted to,” He replies, and you swear you’re gonna pass out.

Five must notice because he waves his brothers goodbye and leads you back to the hotel room. His hand intertwines with yours, and your face is even hotter now.

“You’re easily flustered, darling,” Five said, opening the door to his room.

“You’re not usually so forward, that’s all,” You shrug.

“Well, I’m retired, so I get to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

You hide your face in your hands at his comment. “Five!”

He chuckles, peeling your hands away carefully. “There you are, pretty girl.” Five cups your face in his hands, pressing a tender kiss to your lips that has you internally screaming.

“The rest of our lives is just gonna be this,” He promises.

“Really?”

“Really.”

— END —

🏷 five taglist: @clearbasementvoid @halfumbrella @esmedith @navs-bhat @alexxavicry @thelaststraw3 @rainbows-r-nice05 @gcldtom @bokuakadaily @3ternalreal1ty @umbrellatte @hahaspoilerhaha @mi1kobitch @analuizafernandescavalcante @icarus-star @yuki1s--note @m4nd0l0r @ells-graveyard @eichenhouseproperty @iaevs @oneirataxia-girl @ay4kshalatus

[joenotexotic99]

The pleasure before the storm

masterlist

Five Hargreaves x f!reader

Warning: slight spoilers for season 3, smut, oral f!receiving, hand job male and female receiving, bathtub sex, riding, unprotected sex (rember it won't harm her to wear some armor,) cream pie, language, squirting, face riding, and of course fluff.

Lmk if I missed any :)

-Five and reader are both in there 20s-

Word count: 1.5K

-I am not responsible for what you read on the internet so please do not blame me for adult content-

A/n: I know this is not my regular Fandom however I ABSOLUTELY love the umbrella academy and there is a SEVERE lack of smut in this Fandom so I did a favor for all the whores for five out there and wrote this

Enjoy

<3

*I'm too lazy to write a whole ass backstory for this so just imagine that you and five got wrapped up with each other in the 60's and fell in love or some shit and just went with them to the future*

Everything was finally ok for the most part. Everyone was finally able to let out a sigh of relief, especially five. His entire life he never got the chance to feel a feeling that wasn't stress or worry or anger. He wasn't fighting or getting hurt. The only emotion he was enveloped in was his love for you.

God, you drove him mad. You were able to find that soft spot in him, so. fucking. quickly. And he loved it. He loved that no matter what he could come back from God knows where or when and be with you. To hold you, kiss you, fuck you.

Steam filled the room as you laid your head on five's chest, back to his front. You let the warm water of the bath relieve any tight mussels that were left. Five had rubbed your thigh up and down in a loving manner.

You were letting the warmth of the atmosphere slowly lull you to sleep when five's hand crept slowly up to your inner thigh. Your sleep was quickly replaced by a different warmth that was rapidly turning to heat.

"Five" you breathed. Praying that he won't stop.

He didn't reply, instead drawing his middle finger to the place you needed him most. Lazily rubbing your clit.

You squirmed due to the sensation but before you could do much, five moved his free arm around you keeping you in place.

He didn't say a word. He simply quickened his pace on your sensitive nub, keeping a strong hold on you. Making it so the only thing you could do was grip the bathtub and take it.

You moaned his name like a prayer. Over and over and over. A colorful array of language spewed out of your mouth. Head thrown back. The slight feeling of five creating a hickey on your neck. The feeling of your quickly building orgasm took over everything you simply need a little push just one. small. push.

You heard five say one word that tips you over the edge.

"Come"

And it was over. You squeezed the bathtub until your hands turned white. Letting pleasure wash over you.

Your senses came back as you laid to catch your breath. Five's arm that was around you moved to your side and prompted you to turn around. As you sat down in his lap facing him. Five stroked your cheek. And leaned in to kiss your lips. He pulled back, hand still resting on your cheek.

"You did so good for me my love" he stated. While pulling you back to another kiss with more fever this time.

You whined into the kiss wanting more. You reached down between your body's to stroke his already hard and leaking erection.

Five closed his eyes at the feeling of your soft hands around him. As much as he adored the feeling of your hand he wanted something else.

He moved his own hand down and stopped your movements. You looked up at him with the most desperate hungry eyes. Fuck, five could Cum from that look alone if he wanted to. Five gripped your sides and brought you closer, hovering right over his length. He put his mouth right up to your ear and whispered

"What are you waiting for? Ride me"

That's all it took for you as you sunk on to his dick. Both of your heads are thrown back at the action. Five kept his hand on your sides as you slid up then back down. You repeated the action until you set a fast rough pace. The burn in your thighs long forgotten due to the overwhelming sensation.

You sunk down as five pushed up to meet you halfway. Water splashed over the sides of the tub creating a puddle around it. The temperature of the room quickly rose as a layer of sweat started to form on both of you. The sound of your moans were music to his ears as you grounded down on him. God he never felt better. If he were to die he was a thousand percent sure that he would wake up to find that this was his heaven. And he would not complain one bit. The way your breasts bounced every time your body's slammed into each other. The way you would throw your head back and chant his name or tell him to not stop. He Wasn't completely sure if this was even real. Maybe he did die in the jump because this moment right here was fucking ethereal. The way you squeezed around him brought him back to reality. He knew you were about to come. And so was he. Your pace got more brutal until you stopped letting your orgasm consume you. White spots clouding your vision. You felt so good. So fucking good. Five spilled into you letting out his own groan from his high.

The water was now cold making you shiver.

Five noticing the drop in temperature as well he sat up and spoke.

"here let's get you out and back to our room huh?" Five asked as you tiredly nodded your head in approval. Five stood and picked you up bridal style. He set you down on a bench. He grabbed one of the towels you two left out prior to your bath. And wrapped in a round your shoulders. He soothingly rubbed your arms. You clung to the white towel as five stood up to fetch the other one. He wrapped it around his waist and walked over to the bath and leaned over to take out the plug letting it drain.

You stood up to remove the towel from around your shoulders and wrapped it around your front.

Five reached his hand out letting go you know to take it. You to walked hand in hand to your rooms miraculously without anyone noticing.

Five being the responsible one had the key with him and unlocked the room to find it pleasantly empty. You both walked in as the door closed behind you with the sound of a click signaling that it had locked.

Five turned around facing you and slowly walked forward until your back hit the door.

Five played with edge of the towel as he looked into your eyes

"You think you can take one more for me sweetheart?" Five asked

You nodded your head yes not trusting your voice.

"I need to hear you say it" Five stated

"God fuck, please" you whined

Five Immediately ripped the towel off your body and threw it to God knows where. He quickly dropped to his knees and skipped the teasing needing a taste of you. He grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulders. Diving into your heat. His tongue licks up every square inch of your sweet sweet cunt. Eventually landing on your already overestimated clit. As his finger pushed into your sex. Pumping in and out fast. His tongue doing figure eights. He closed his eyes loving every second of this. You ran your fingers through his hair as you pushed his mouth closer, practically riding his face, chasing your high.

"Fuck five" you moaned out pulling on his hair making him moan into you.

The vibrations making scream from overstumulating pleasure. You couldn't care less about your neighbors. As you rode his face, the coil in your lower abdomen got thinner and thinner with every second until it snapped. A rush of heat ran through your body. Every nerve In your body was on fire. When you came down from your third high of the night you looked down to see five's face covered in your juice. You hadn't realized what you had done, to wrapped up In the moment. You weren't even sure you could squirt until now. Five stood up and looked at you.

You were scared of his reaction seeing as how you had never done that before. However a wide grin took over his face. He picked you up, legs wrapping around him as he walked over to bottom bunk of the bed. Setting you down. He pulled the towel off his body doing the same to his towel as yours. He was already hard again

He fell on top of you letting his hands catch him. He kissed you hard again again and again before he pulled away.

" I want you to do that again," five declared. Sex and want dripping from his voice.

"Do what?" You asked, making sure you were thinking the same thing as him.

"You know what" he whispered, lining up with your entrance and pushing, just to start a brutal pace of wonderful pleasure.

You were in for a long and fun night.

[yourmomxx]

Five: I want to kiss you.

Y/N, not paying attention: What?

Five: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

[soolarity]

Five Hargreeves SFW Alphabet

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.

Here's my Masterlist!

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&lt;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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Ooh hcs for a jealous and possessive Five

This turned more into headcanons for an overly protective Five than anything else, so I'm sorry about that 😅

Five Hargreeves when he's jealous

Warnings: slightly insecure Five, over protectiveness, jealousy/possessiveness, swearing, slight nsfw near the end

Five can get over protective fairly easy, and more often than he'd like to admit

It's not that he doesn't trust you, per say; he's just so used to the painful feeling of having someone he loves ripped away from him that he kind of expects it to happen again with you

However, he's not one to be overly sentimental unless he's drunk so he typically masks these deeper feelings and emotions with being overly jealous and pretty possessive as well

He won't deliberately talk shit about someone (not to their face, at least) or try to mess with one of your friendships on purpose, but he does want to have at least a brief run down on who you're hanging out with

He worries a lot more than he should, especially after what happened with Leonard/Harold. He would never want you to be hurt or betrayed by someone who you trusted and thought cared about you

He just really loves you and wants to keep you safe, always </3

A lot of the time his over protectiveness can come off as jealousy and being possessive over you, and while that is sometimes the case you know he just does it because he cares

When he's truly possessive over you/jealous of someone, it definitely shows

An arm on the small of your back or around your waist, biting passive aggressive comments, an intentionally mean glint in his eyes- these are all things he does in order to let the other person know you're his and he's yours, and they'd better back off if they know what's good for them

Five doesn't feel the need to do those things unless either a) you're uncomfortable by someone's advances or b) whoever's hitting on you just can't take a fucking hint and respectfully decide to leave you alone

If you're flirting with someone on purpose in order to get his attention, he'll have a much different approach

Like I said before, he trusts you, and knows you'd never let it get too far, so it's pretty easy for him to tell when you're just trying to tick him off

He'll let it go on for a little while, watching from a distance, then finally intervene when he can't take your teasing any longer

Once he's whisked you away to a more private area, he has no problem showing you just who you belong to

Expect several bite and scratch marks, hickeys, and bruises on at least you (although he'd certainly appreciate it if you shared his sentiment and left some on him as well)

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Notes:

Both Five and Y/N were adults who were aged down after time travel

Both Five and Y/N are at least 18

Y/N is female and uses she/her pronouns

Tags: angst, fluff

You're celebrating with the families, but something seems to be bothering Five.

You were dancing with Lila and he couldn’t look away. 

Everyone was celebrating saving the world from another apocalypse, the Sparrows and Umbrellas had put aside their differences for the sake of a good old fashioned party. Five was relieved and ready to retire, with a bottle of whiskey in hand, but he kept his distance from the group. He was leaning on a table, watching the absolute mess of comradery unravel before him. Ben and Diego appeared to be dancing and fighting at the same time, throwing their masculinity in eachothers faces. Five rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you, already feeling as though he’d missed out on something. A smile, perhaps a glance.

Lila took your arm and you span each other in turn, giggling and stumbling through the moves, the alcohol starting to have more say in your limbs than your muscles. You reached for the bottle of wine, Lila’s grasp loosening as she let you take a swig,

“Someone’s smitten,” Lila called over the music.

“What’s that?” You frowned.

She just mouthed, ‘Five’, at you and winked, before nodding her head to the side. You followed the direction she indicated and caught eyes with Five, who was swaying and staring. There had always been something between you two, but nothing was ever said aloud. And with the whole apocalypse situation it never felt like it was okay to test the waters. He noticed you noticing him, and, in his tipsy state, he was too slow to act natural or hide his embarrassment. You sighed and smiled at him, turning his sheepish stare into a returning smile. Your hand reached out, gesturing for him to join,

“Come dance!”

“Have fun, loser,” Lila called before dancing over to Diego. You watched her go and laughed, turning back to see Five stumbling over to you, almost knocking into Viktor and Klaus, who were swaying about wildly.

“Woah!” you giggled, putting a hand out to steady him, “drunk?”

“Noo!” He shook his head, sounding like a child, “I’m perfectly capable of anything. I could take a whole other boardroom on right now. Just watch me-”

“Okay! Okay, yes you’re very strong and brave,” you patted his back before taking his hand, “Now come dance with me,”

He started to dance, terribly, mind, but you didn’t care. You were more sober than him, sure, but only by comparison. He reached his arm up, inviting you to spin; you felt the world spin with you. Grinning and tugging him back close to your side before letting go. He held his tight smile, but you could see something was up.

“Why do you look so glum, Five? We won! You’re drunk! Who cares?!” You cried, before noticing his lack of reaction, “Right?”

“I guess so!” He replied, trying to convince himself. You slowed your dancing down and stared at him, frowning. “Alright, come on, then,” you grabbed his hand before walking away from the group, Five almost tripping over his own feet as you guided him.

“What’s this for?” Five asked, “where are we going?”

“Just outside, I can’t hear anything in there,” you said as you continued walking towards the door, Five’s hand still clasped around yours. You wondered if he had realised.

“Why?” He slurred slightly, recovering his balance.

“I wanna know what’s up.”

You stopped outside by the benches, turned to face Five, and looked him in the eye. His reactions took a second to catch up with you, and so when he came to a halt he was close to you, his eyes meeting yours.

“I thought you wanted to dance,” he pointed back to the party, swinging his body with his arm.

“It’s not fun if you’re gonna be all mopey,” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not mopey,”

“Five,” your voice was earnest and gentle as you tilted your head, “I’m serious.”

He looked at you, his hard stare softening away to dust as he took a deep breath. There was a moment of silence and you begged him to fill it.

"Okay," he hummed, "okay..I guess I just...always thought I’d die saving the world,” he hummed, perching on the bench and patting the empty space next to him. You sat down quietly, trying to offer him an encouraging glance, but he was staring at the ground, avoiding your gaze.

“And I was okay with that,” Five nodded slowly, taking a second to fish for sober thoughts, “I figured I’d do something stupid and die trying to fix it. And you’d be there, of course,” he stifled a chuckle, “and I’d say everything I never had the guts to say. And then I’d die, and I wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences.”

“That’s healthy,” you said, but your voice trailed off as you lost the confidence to poke fun. You two always made remarks at each other, trying to get the last sarcastic comment in. But in that moment he was so sincere, it just didn’t feel right. You cleared your throat and turned in your seat slightly to look at him, “What don’t you have the guts to say?”

Five shifted in his seat, daring to look up. His eyes were scanning you, his gaze soft and kind, “I think you already know, Y/N.”

“Then say it, Five.”

“I don’t think I can, I don’t think it’s fair,” his voice was wavering as he looked back down at the ground shyly.

Your stomach began to sink.

“Five Hargreeves," you took his hand and squeezed it, "nothing about this life is fair. Nothing about your job or the commission or these insane families or any other shit is fair. And that’s why you have to say it. Because if you don’t even have the guts to tell me you love me, what’s the point of it all?”

You’d barely got out your last word when his lips crashed onto yours, his hand snaking up your back and melting into your hair as you kissed back. You felt it in his touch, the anger and the love and the thin line he’d drawn to separate the two. His lips were chapped and his hands were cold and you could taste the apocalypse on his tongue.

You broke apart, his hand still cradling your head as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you, Y/N. Okay? I love you.”

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[soup-14]

Five x reader blurb

I just expect new Five fanfics to be written and there for me every second of the day.

Not like there’s actual people thinking of and writing these ideas 🙄😩

Not like it also takes me like a week to write a one shot 😭

So here's a Five x reader thought to ease my brain.

Tags: platonic Klaus, romantic Five, fluff, angst ig, some silly moments.

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Imagine getting separated from him in the 60’s and that moment when you all reunite and you see him again.

For him it’s only been a couple days

For you it’s been years.

When you fell into that alley way you were incredibly distraught. Not unfamiliar with the act of time travel, but Five or another commission partner was always there. You were alone, stranded in a different place and time, stuck in a younger body. The things that could happen.

You searched for any sign of the date. Newspapers, posters. It was 1961.

You’d wandered around that alley for hours. Waiting for someone else to show up.

You gave up after a while, deciding to ask strangers for help. How would any of them help you find your strange time scattered family.

You spotted a flyer, a flyer with a familiar face on it… Klaus. Looks like he was a messiah or something. You wouldn’t question it. You just knew you had to find him.

You hitched a ride, and found yourself at a big mansion. You don’t know how long Klaus had been here but damn he’s moved up in the world.

You wandered into the large house looking for him. People in light turquoise tunics were everywhere. One woman stopped you in the main foyer. “Welcome traveler, are you here to join us in our endeavors?” She asked. “Um- I’m looking for Klaus.” You held up the flyer. “The prophet! Yes, he’s right this way.”

The woman led you to a bedroom in the back of house. She pushed open the double doors to reveal the man you’d been looking for, bent over in downward dog.

The woman cleared her throat “Prophet? There’s someone here for you.”

Klaus rose from the floor and turned to face you. As soon as he saw you a bright smile plastered his face. He let out a breathy chuckle and clasped his hands together. “Y/n! You’re here!” He held his hands out and walked towards you. “Oh it’s been so crazy, when did you get here?” He asked placing his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s good to see you Klaus, I’m glad I found at least one of you idiots. I’ve been here since like yesterday. I uh, saw your flyer.”

“Mm yeah those…” said Klaus. “I got here like a year ago. Tricked some rich old lady.” Klaus giggled.

“We should find the others.”

“What? Why?” Klaus whined. “I’m having a good tiimeee. And besides some of them might not even be here yet. I’m sure Five will come collect us when the world is ending… again.”

“Five.” You say.

“Oh yeah… I don’t know if he’s here yet babe. Don’t go hurting yourself looking for him though, you know him… he’ll find us.” Klaus says in his melodic way.

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When Diego showed up at the mansion to collect you and Klaus- or rather Ben- apparently. It was safe to say you were ecstatic. Diego didn’t have a lot of time to explain, but he did say that Five had found a way to get back to 2019.

Ben had some “unattended ghost business” to attend to so you sat around waiting for him for a good 10 minutes. Anxiously biding your time, shaking your leg, biting your nails. Five always told you to top doing that.

You hadn’t seen him in two years. You were shamed to admit that sometimes you would forget about what happened before ending up in 61. Maybe Klaus’ cult lifestyle really was calming the mind.

You don’t even know if Five missed you as much as you did him. You don’t know how long he’s been here, but the only thing on your mind is how you can’t wait to see him.

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Klaus/Ben dragged you out the front door of the mansion, leaving the cult behind. No goodbyes, no last words of wisdom. Except for something from The Backstreet Boys.

The two of you rushed all the way to town and to the shop Diego told you to meet at.

Klaus stumbled into the alley way, struggling against himself, smacking himself in the face, shoving himself around. He ended up projectile vomiting across the ground, and whining on his knees.

Five yelled at him and threw the briefcase into the air as it went off. Their best chance of escape- gone.

Five; blinded by his rage didn't seem to notice you standing at the end of the alley.

“It was a simple task!” He complained, “meet me here within the time I told you, and we all get our real lives back! But no! Of course only two of you show up!”

“Three, actually.” You say, walking down the alley towards Five.

He turns towards the sound of your voice. His eyes grow wide for a second and a quick smile spreads on his lips. Your name comes out soft and breathy, as if he can’t believe you’re really there.

A grin is plastered across your face, and your eyes water at the sight of him. Your steps towards him quicken and his do as well. He meets you halfway and blinks right up to you, arms already open. You crash right into his arms, grip the back of his blazer, and bury your head into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his familiar scent and release a shaky sigh.

“I missed you.” You mumble.

“I missed you too. Are you okay? Not hurt? How long have you been here?” Five bombards you with questions as he pulls away and examines your face in his hands.

“Two years, I got here in 61.”

“I'm so sorry.” Five whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"It's not your fault. I found Klaus so it was... slightly bearable." you chuckled softly. "How long have you been here?" You ask.

"I got here just a few days ago." Five says.

"Well I'm glad I found you." you say, hugging Five tighter.

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(AN: Next I present to you random dialogue from this story line that I don't want to fully write out into a detailed scenario)

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"Y/n, sweetheart, for the itching." Five says while handing you the bottle of baby powder.

"Itching? There's itching?" Questions Luther. Five ignores him.

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"Can't wait to meet our old selves, it's going to be so weird." You say.

"Focus y/n, we just have to get that briefcase." Five says.

"Yeah fine, you're already paranoid without the psychosis." You say.

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"Who the hell are you?" Asks old Five.

"Who do you think, dumb ass?" Says old y/n.

Old Five looks back and forth between the two y/ns.

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As young and old Five beat the crap out of each other, and occasionally Luther; "Boys." old y/n sighs, wiping sweat from their brow and shifting uncomfortably. "Tell me about it." Says young y/n itching, eyes shifting around paranoid. "Just wait till you meet the rest of his brothers."

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On the farm after Five kills The Handler;

Five lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he watched the last Swede walk away. He turns around and blinks to where you stand. He takes you into his arms and holds you close. You hold him back, although a bit confused.

"What happened Five?" You whisper. You're familiar with Five, and with time travel. You figured he used his power to fix something that happened.

"You died." He mutters quickly, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Ah." You pause. "And you saved me." you reassure him.

He sighs and pulls away. He presses a kiss to your cheek and rests his nose against your temple. "Let's get out of here yeah? Let's go home."

"Yeah, let's go."

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Well that starting as something and then turned into something else. I just have a Five deficiency.

I hope you enjoy whatever the hell this turned out to be.

Um I'm not like taking requests officially but if you have an idea I can try to write it within like a week T-T

[messers-moony]

Illness | F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five gets sick for the first time in a long time

Five didn’t get sick often. He was always quite careful, so he didn’t catch a cold. But when he did catch a cold? He was a complete asshole to his siblings but also an absolute baby. 

The male hated sickness more than anyone in the world, but one thing that made getting sick worth it was being babied by his loving girlfriend. Granted, being babied hurt his pride but being sick was an excuse to let it happen. 

On this faithful morning of March 24th, Five woke up holding his girlfriend with an excruciating headache. When going to breathe, he realized how stuffy his nose was, and unintentionally he groaned, waking up his girlfriend. 

“ Five, you okay? “ Y/n questioned as she turned around to face the male lying in his back, staring at the ceiling, “ I’m fine. “ Five responded, but his voice said otherwise. 

Y/n smirked slightly, “ Your voice says otherwise. “

“ Shut up. “ Five groaned, moving to snuggle into the crook of her neck, “ You got sick from yesterday, huh? “ Y/n asked, raking her fingers through his hair. 

Five nodded with a slight whimper, “ I’m gonna get up and get you some medicine, okay? “ Y/n spoke as she pulled away, but Five only pulled her closer, “ No. Stay. “ 

“ Five’s your head isn’t gonna get better if I don’t get you some medicine. I know your head hurts like a bitch. “ Y/n informed, “ But you’re so warm, and I feel so cold. “ Five whined. 

“ I’ll be three minutes max, okay? “ The female announced as she left the bed, leaving her whiney boyfriend. 

She walked downstairs and grabbed some cold medicine from the cabinet. It wasn’t anything terrific, but it would definitely help lessen the length of the cold. Sighing, she held a cup of warm water and brought it upstairs along with the medicine. 

Upon entering the room, she found Five already sound asleep with his head buried in her pillow, probably breathing in her scent. Y/n set the glass of water on his nightstand and put the medicine beside it. 

Carefully she shook him, “ Fives, I need you to take this medicine. Then you can go back to sleep. “ Y/n’s soft voice rang through his ears, yet it felt so loud, making him groan, “ Mhm. “ Five hummed as he sat up. 

Y/n picked up the medicine and handed it to him, resulting in him placing it into his mouth. She took the glass in her hand and tilted it to his mouth as he swallowed both the contents. 

Five looked miserable. His cheeks were red, along with his nose. He looked unbearably tired, and his forehead was piping hot. Y/n gently kissed his forehead as she placed the water back on the night table. 

Her boyfriend had sunk back into the bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Y/n chuckled and moved the hair out of his face. Gently she kissed his cheek, making him smile subconsciously. 

Y/n walked back downstairs to see Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Luther at the table, obviously more awake than Y/n was. 

“ Morning, guys. “ Y/n greeted as she started making coffee, “ Where’s Five? Usually, he’s up before you. “ Luther questioned. 

“ He’s sick. Probably best not to disturb him today. You know how his temper is when he’s sick. “ Y/n informed, “ Who knew a little cold could take down the little psycho. “ Klaus teased. 

Allison scoffed, “ He just liked when Y/n babies him. “ 

“ And if he does? “ Y/n inquired, sitting on the counter with her coffee, “ Nothing. It’s just different to see Five enjoy being babied. “ Allison defended. 

“ You know, big and robust Five secretly enjoys being the little spoon. “ Klaus laughed, and Y/n shrugged, “ I’m not sayin’. “ Y/n replied. 

“ Y/n! “ Five’s voice echoed from upstairs, making her jump down from the counter, “ And that’s my cue. if you need me, talk to me by here. “ Y/n informed, pointing to her brain, referring to her telepathy. 

Y/n ran up the steps and into her shared room with her boyfriend. She found a whining boy lying on his bed. Gently she sat next to him, and his head instantly went to her lap, curling around her right leg. 

“ What did you need? “ Y/n asked as she ran her fingers through his day-old hair, “ You. “ Five’s muffled voice spoke. 

Y/n blushed, and Five slept soundly with her beside him now. To be honest, Y/n was bored out of her mind, but she didn’t really want to leave him, knowing he wouldn’t be the happiest if he woke up alone. 

It wasn��t that she didn’t enjoy his company. It’s just she didn’t plan on him to fall asleep on her lap, and her book was across the bedroom. Then she heard footsteps outside the door. 

“ Can whoever’s outside Five’s door come here. “ Y/n spoke loudly enough for the person to hear but for Five not to wake up, the door then opened. 

Allison appeared in the doorway, “ Yes? “ Allison inquired, “ Can you hand me my book on Five’s desk, please? “ Y/n politely questioned. 

Without a second thought, Allison grabbed the book and handed it to Y/n. She stood there for a minute, looking at her sleeping brother in Y/n’s lap. Allison smiled softly. 

“ He’s awfully cuddly, huh? “ Allison lightly teased, “ He’s sick, Allison. “ Y/n retorted. 

Allison sighed, “ I know, I know. It’s just we never get to see Five act sweet. He seems so cold and hard on the outside. It’s just a nice change of scenery to see him look and act so soft. “ Softly spoke, Allison, as Five nuzzled further into her lap. 

“ See! He’s being all soft and lovey. “ Allison quietly exclaimed, making Y/n lightly chuckle, “ He’s always like this, just not around you guys. “ Y/n responded. 

“ Why? “ The adult questioned, “ Truthfully? He doesn’t want you guys to make fun of him for being all ‘soft and lovey’. “ Y/n replied. 

Allison looked down with a sense of guilt, “ When he’s in the right frame of mind, tell him we won’t make fun of him. “ Allison said as she walked toward the door, “ I’ll be sure to let him know. “ The teen girl responded. 

Allison left the room and the door shut with a click. Y/n began reading through her book as her hand gently moved in Five’s hair and down his arm, soothing him as he slept. 

“ Princess. “ Five rasped as he had just woken up, “ What do you need? “ Y/n asked softly as she closed her book. 

Five smiled and pulled closer to her, “ I love you so much. “ 

“ I love you so much more. “ Y/n responded to her half-asleep boyfriend, “ And that’s why I’m gonna marry you someday. “ Five muttered, making her face light aflame. 

Y/n chuckled through the blush, “ You’re loopy from the medicine. “ Y/n spoke, “ I might be a little, but I know what I’m saying. “ Five responded. 

“ Why would you wanna marry me? “ Y/n queried, and Five sighed dreamily, “ Because you’re perfect. You love me through everything, even our fights. You know how to make good coffee, and you always reassure me when I need it most. You’re my girl, and I’ll be damned if I let you slip out of my grasp. “ Five explained as his hand gently rubbed her outer thigh. 

“ You are such a hopeless romantic, Five Hargreeves. “ Y/n complimented, “ Only for you. “ Five smiled.

[yynumaki]

Wrong Memories

Part 1

Five Hargreeves x OC!Female Reader

Warning(s): swearing

A/n:This is the first fic I wrote here on Tumblr and I have no idea how to feel about it 😅 also english isn't my first language

43 babies were born on the 12th hour of October 1st 1989. An eccentric billionaire named Reginald Hargreeves manages to buy and adopt seven of these children and would soon raise them, utilise their powers and call them 'The Umbrella Academy'.

Along side Reginald was his assistant Pogo and his house caretaker named Elizabeth, they were the people who took care of these children throughout their childhood.

Although, little did Reginald know that his trusted caretaker also had a child at the exact same time as the other mothers of his adoptive children.

He ignored this coincidence knowing that he only needs seven children to execute his project. He had let her keep the child in his mansion since he couldn't care less about it and thought that she could be some sort of back up if anything happens.

Elizabeth (or Beth for short) named her daughter Adley, Adley Cooper. But similar to any other story, a tragic incident happened to her mother because of someone she treated like a sister. Vanya Hargreeves.

When Vanya was a young child, she had no control over her abilities which caused Elizabeths death and many other 'Nannies' Reginald has hired, thus Grace was created.

Using Allisons abilities, Reginald made Adley forget that Vanya was the cause of Elizabeth's death in the first place. For he knew what Adley was capable of yet he still ignores her potential.

Because of this, Adley cant help the nightmares that come to her every night, this would frightened her most of the time, but also saddens her. Her eyes would fill up with tears in the memory of her mother.

So to avoid such scenarios, she would simply climb out the window and sit on the roof to gaze at the stars above. Astrology was always her favourite thing to study since her mother always took an interest in the moon and stars.

One night she jumped off the window because another one of those horrible nightmares occurred once more, she was blinking away her tears and she was also having hiccuped breaths, she was sitting with her knees up her chin and her arms wrapped around them. She often wondered if her mother was watching her from above, since she always told her that her ancestors that passed all became their own star up in the sky.

She was deep in thought when a voice suddenly startled her.

“The hell are you doing up there?” came Five's voice in a hush, his eyebrows connected together in confusion and his eyes narrowed at her. Ah yes, Five Hargreeves, the most stubborn human being she could ever think of.

Five and Adley often fought eachother, not physically of course, more on academics mostly. She was just as prideful as Five but in her own way, she often denies it refusing accept that fact, but they also enjoy eachothers company though they would never admit that to one another.

They often had study sessions together once Adley was done with all her chores and when Five was done with training.

This all started when they were barely the age of 8. The Umbrella Academy was advanced in their study and Adley would often join them in their lessons with Pogo.

She went to their living room one day expecting it to be empty since she saw the 'umbrellas' outside playing, she was surprised to see Five there sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and a book in hand.

"What do you want?" Five grumbled, his head turning to face her with an annoyed look.

“I came here to read dimwit" answered Adley, “I didn't think you'd be here”

She went over to the shelves and pulled out her favourite fantasy book called 'Harry Potter'.

“Really?” Five mocked, “Your reading that?” he pointed at her book without removing his hand on the one he was holding.

Adley confidently sat on the sofa above him and opened her book, “Yeah, whats wrong with it?” she asked.

“Its a fantasy book” replied Five, “Why dont you try reading something more useful? Like me.” he showed her what he was reading, the book was filled with numbers and calculations, something a normal 8 year old would almost never understand.

"You have plenty of time to study that with Pogo during your lessons pea for brain" she teased, "But this, is more fun to read" she held up her book and Five subconsciously closed his and sat next to her.

"Well what's it about?" He asked,

"Listen to this-"

From that day forward their relationship grew to something better in a way, they became 'Frenemies' of some sort.

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“Im not asking again Adley, what the hell are you doing up there?” asked Five, he jumed up to join her on the roof while wearing his pajamas. He was supposed to be asleep at that time, but he suddenly woke up feeling his throat dried up.

“Had another nightmare” she whispered.

That night, they both sat in silence when Five put an arm around her in a comforting way. He knew about the awful nights she had, she often spilled it out when they were having a conversation, but he doesn't know what to do when they actually occur, mostly because he never actually saw them happen.

But either way, he gave her comfort that night. In a way that only the both of them knew, in a way that only the both of them felt.

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Five hits his knife on the table.

'This kid' Adley thought as she rolls her eyes while she stood next to grace.

“Number Five?” Reginald asks while enjoying his dinner.

“I have a question.” Five states, his hands joined together while his elbows are on the table.

“Knowledge is an admirable goal” Reg spoke, "But you know the rules, no talking during mealtimes, you are interrupting Herr Carlson”

Adley smirked at Reginald's response, knowing well enough that Five would lose this argument he's starting.

“I want to time travel.” Five declared, his expression is visibly filled with frustration towards his father.

“No” Reginald quickly answered, not even sparing his son a glance.

“But I'm ready” fought Five, “I've been practicing my spacial jumps just like you said”

He then teleported himself next to his father, “See?”

“A spacial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel” his father informed, “One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn” he sipped his wine.

“Well I dont get it” Five murmured loudly.

Adley held on to a laugh when she heard Five's response.

“Hence the reason you're not ready”

Five took a glance at Adley, she silently shook her head no with a smirk on her face. Five talked about asking his father to finally let him travel in time other than just space, in which Adley laughed in his face jokingly. They both knew what kind of father Reginald is, so she informed him that he would never agree to it.

“I'm not afraid.”

“Fear isnt the issue, the effects it might have on your body, even your mind are far too unpredictable” he spoke firmly, "Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore."

With that, Five stormed out of the academy with heavy footsteps.

“Number Five!” Reginald exclaimed, “Adley follow that boy." He ordered

Adley obediently nodded and ran after Five yelling his name.

"Five" she said, "Five!"

They both ran outside the academy, strangers eyes following them as they engaged themselves in another loud argument.

"Can you believe him?!" Five shouted, still marching with anger on the sidewalk, “How could he think that I'm still not ready?! I'm 15 for fucks sake!” he threw his arms up in frustration, his eyes narrowed at everyone on the street.

“Five maybe hes right for all we know okay?” Adley loudly argued, “I mean how much do we really know about time travel?! Let me answer that for you, none!”

“Oh we both know I'm ready Adley” Five huffed through gritted teeth as he moved Adley from his left side to the right to avoid cars and other vehicles, “I've been training my ass for months!”

“Come on” Adley whined as he locked her arms with Five, ”Lets just go back to the academy Five-”

But before she could even finish her sentence, she felt her surroundings spinning and warping with her feet slightly lifting from the ground before coming back down in a split second, she hurled since her head was still spinning but Five kept on walking with a fast pace.

"Not ready my ass" he whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "Look around!" He exclaimed with excitement.

Adley lifted her head to see the shops with different items, the sun shining brighter and the people dressed for a different weather- 'Its summer-' she thought to herself.

Seeing her surroundings her grip on Fives arm become tighter.

Five must've jumped further into the future because the summer suddenly become fall, then fall suddenly became winter, and then winter became- fire?___________________

"What the hell?-" Five whispered.

Both of them looked at eachother and nodded, they sprinted back to the academy yelling for Vanya, Ben, Dad or anyone at this point.

"Five-" Adley said with her voice trembling, her eyes wide and her body shaking slightly as she stared at the place where the academy once stood.

Five looked over at Adley, his face full of regret and guilt.

He tried to go back, really tried, but nothing happened. They were stuck there

"Where are we, or- when? Are we?” she uttered, composing herself, trying to think that Five would soon get them out of there.

"The apocalypse." Five whispered

She slightly gasped, fear taking over her body since she just froze there in place.

After a while, the shock decreased slightly, they started to look around for anyone, or even anything to let them know what time they were in. And in doing so, they found a few bodies just outside the academy, and what made it worse was the realization of who these were.

The tattoos were visible on their wrist, and the fact that they were reaching out for eachother brought a tear to both Adley and Fives eyes.

"It can't be-" Five whimpered, his hands reaching down for his siblings lifeless bodies, "It can't." He repeated.

Adley reached out for him, hugging him from behind, her own tears staining his jacket. They both knelt there, both grieving the loss of their family.

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They both walked around for what felt like hours trying to find items that are still usable for them, thankfully some canned items were still delectable and some blankets and clothing were also usable. They've put all these items on a cart they found along with other items, but it seemed that Adley was the only one doing most of the work, Five was too busy reading a book Vanya wrote that they found in what was left of the Academy.

She'd let him to it without complaining though, finding some salvageable items seemed to be distracting her from the current situation they're in.

They both found some clothing suitable for the current environment they were in and decided to change their attire and start walking, trying to find a place suitable to stay for a while.

The further they walked, the more they realized that the world seemed to have ended because of some explosion, everything was on fire and it looked like the buildings were shook by some sort of earthquake.

At night fall they both agreed to set up camp on an open field and stay there for the mean time.

Adley knelt to the ground and grew a circle of thin trees surrounding them like some sort of tent with an opening at the top for the fire they started, and another one which acted like a doorway. She grew thick and soft grass for them to lay in and some fresh berries since it was Fives favourite.

This is what Adley's abilities are, Chlorokinesis.

It is the ability to mentally and/or physically summon, control and manipulate plants and vegetation. The person with the ability can control and manipulate wood, rock soil, roots, fruits, and flowers, even moss found in natural field or habitat.

After a while Five suddenly broke the silence between them all day.

Lifting his head from the book and his writings for the calculation he was doing he spoke, “I'm sorry.”

“What for?” Adley asked, her gaze on the fire infront of them.

“For dragging you here” he answered, his eyes following hers, they both stared into a flames for a few seconds before she spoke again.

“Its not your fault Five” she stated, “I mean how could you possibly know what was waiting for us in the future?” she questioned.

“But still.” Five swallowed hard, he started to tear up once more, his hands gripping the pen he had harshly, his eyes avoiding hers, “I should've listened."

“Five.” Adley firmly said, her body still, but her eyes showed determination, “I want you to tell me that you know that this isn't your fault.”

“But-”

“Five Hargreeves.”

Five gulped, she had never used his full name before, it was always his first or last, and most of the time insulting nicknames.

“This. Isnt. Your. Fault” she said slowly, “Where we are right now might be an apocalypse, but what you did was still remarkable”

Five smiled softly, but Adley could tell it was a forced one.

She knew she should be angry at Five right now, she knew that she could yell at him, insult him and curse him for not listening to his father and herself, but she couldn't, not when he was already blaming himself, not when theres no point in lashing out at him right now, and not when he was looking at her like that. With his eyes brimming with tears.

She knew how Five always acted like he was better than everyone else. But she knew that he only acted that way because he thinks he's not good enough, he thinks that if he doesn't do the very best he'd be considered as a disappointment. He may seem self-centred and stubborn but he's really just a boy. Just a boy.

"You getting soft on me now peanut?” she laughed

“Way to ruin the moment birds nest” Five retorted

"Oh we were having a moment?" Mocked Adley, "In the middle of the apocalypse?-"

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They've been living in the apocalypse for what felt like forever.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years.

10 years. They've spent 10 years together in this waste land, hiking every once in a while for the search of usable items and delectables, and a better place to stay along with water sources.

Fives calculation was still incomplete, many many books and notepads were filled with numbers as he squiggles away with his pencil, always focusing on his work. He was focused and determined for one thing and one thing only, and that was to get Adley back home.

At this point he's already lost hope, but in some way, in some almost impossible way, Adley always found a way to encourage him.

He doesn't know if its the endless bickering, the daily playful insults, or just Adley being herself. Everything she does just makes his world spin, his heart beat, and his cheeks flushed.

He'd always felt like this, even back at the academy, when he wakes up with her having his coffee ready for him, her always accompanying him every time he felt lonely, her just being there especially when he needs it.

Sure they may always argue but thats just how the both of them are, two entirely different yet similar people. Its their bond, and in some way, its how they show their love.

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When Five was busy once more taking his time analyzing his current calculations, he noticed a man wearing a suit and sunglasses standing at the other end of their fortress.

He quickly pulled out his gun and looked over the doorway beside him to see if Adley already arrived from her little 'trip' to find anything useful.

"Who the hell are you?" Five yelled.

"Sir" the man spoke, which made Five grip his gun tighter, "I am James Miller, from The Commission, and assistant of The Handler" he kept his arm infront of him, holding them together.

Five was now curious, 'What the hell is 'The Commission' and who the hell is this handler person? And most importantly, what does this guy want and how the hell did he survive the apocalypse looking like this?'

"What do you want."

"We'd like to recruit you and your partner to work with us." He blantly stated.

Wow this guy was getting straight to the point.

"Work with who?" Five asked, "And work with what?-" his guard was suddenly let down a bit, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly, with his gun being lowered slowly.

"We'd like to hire you as professional assasins." James declared, "And get you out of this apocalypse."

"And how the hell are you supposed to do that?" Now Five was visibly getting more frustrated by the second. His aim went directly infront of the man and James reluctantly put his arm up as a gesture of coming in peace.

"Hey Five" said Adley as she walked through the doorway, her eyes glued down to the new trinkets she'd found by wondering around, "I think I found a friend for Dolores back at the-"

James subconsciously pulled out his pistol from his back pocket and pointed it at Adley due to the surprise of her entry.

Instinctively, Five teleported infront of her and was now visibly angry at the man that stood a couple pf feet away from them.

"Put it down." Five quietly said in a threatening way, enough for James to hear. "If you come in peace then why the hell did you just point a gun at Adley?."

James took a second to stare at the two and carefully put his pistol back to his side. He looked at his watch and saw that time was running out.

He sighed as he looked at Adley and Five once more, he knew he had to take atleast one of them back to her since he's only able to carry one person at the time.

His hands glowed with an almost blinding light, Five and Adley's eyes turned white and their limbs softened, making Five drop his gun and his jaw slacked.

"Adley Cooper, age of 25" he started, "Will have no memory of Five Hargreeves nor the apocalypse, or even your life before today."

And with that he let go of Adley, watching as she fainted and fell to the ground with a soft thud, he then turned to Five.

"Five Hargreeves, age of 25" James spoke, "Will be able to keep your memories, but Adley Cooper shall be replaced with-" he looked around their so called 'fortress' and saw mannequin on the corner of it, "With that mannequin, the name Adley would also be replaced with 'Dolores' on your mind and memories"

As he closed his hands Five gasp for air and fell with another thud. And with that picked up his briefcase and knelt next to Adley, holding her arms and bringing her to the commission.

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Mornings With You {Five Hargreeves x Gn!Reader}

Summary: Five is a morning person. You are not. However, this is a perfect situation for Five (and you). Why? Because it gives him another opportunity to take care of you.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Gn!Reader

Author's Note: May I offer you some tooth-rotting Five Hargreeves fluff featuring the impeccable Mr. Pennycrumb? Please feel free to reblog/comment! Shoutout to @shadowisbored for the idea!

Edit: STOOOOPPPPPP 612 NOTES?! I love you all so much!!!

Word Count: 1086 words

Warnings: N/A

Requested: Yes

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The sunlight streamed in through the curtains, waking Five up first. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He looked down at your sleeping form with a soft smile. You were tucked in beneath the covers and your breathing was light and even. He bent down to kiss your cheek before slipping out of bed. Mr. Pennycrumb was curled up next to the foot of the bed. Five smiled and bent down to scratch his ear. That woke him up from his slumber.

"Hey, buddy," Five knelt down. "Ready to go outside?"

Mr. Pennycrumb perked when he heard the word. He laughed quietly, clicking his tongue and the dog happily trailed behind him.

Here came the same routine: he would let the dog out and make himself his usual cup of coffee. For you, he made your favorite drink to wake you up. He got the coffee started, figuring it'd be a while before you woke up. So, he decided to surprise you. He started getting ingredients out to make breakfast with. He picked out several things, really wanting to go the extra mile. Besides, it's been a while since you've had breakfast in bed.

Before he started, he let Mr. Pennycrumb inside and fed him. After he was taken care of, Five softly hummed as he made breakfast for the two of you, trying his best not to be too loud and disturb you in the process. He didn't want to ruin the surprise and/or your rest. He slid out two plates from above, putting them on the fancy silver platter you got from your grandmother for Christmas. He carefully put the freshly cooked food on all the plates, as well as the cups and the two empty plates. With that, he swept up the platter and headed into the bedroom again. Mr. Pennycrumb trotting beside him, hoping for a crumb or two to fall.

When the two came inside the bedroom, you were still asleep, cozy beneath the covers.

"Oh, Y/N," Five quietly hummed in amusement. He set the tray down on the bedside table.

The smell of food didn't even stir you awake and that was when he knew you were really asleep. He perched on the edge of the bed next to you, careful not to move too much. He gently swept some of your soft h/c hair out of your face and let the back of his fingers lightly trail down your cheek.

"Hey, it's time to wake up," he lovingly shook your shoulder.

You didn't budge.

"Y/N? Love of mine, it's time to wake up," he shook you a bit more.

You let out a small groan, starting to stir awake now. Although you were having a nice dream.

"Hm, what?" you slurred out sleepily.

Five softly laughed, brushing some more fallen hair out of your tired eyes. "Good morning, my love," he greeted, taking your hand and kissing it.

"Hi," you smiled, rubbing your eyes and blinking to clear your vision.

"Did you sleep well?" he shifted some to let you move around a bit.

You nodded. "I think so. Did you?"

"As much as I usually do," Five got up and kissed your forehead.

"Goodness, what is that amazing smell?" you breathed in.

He grinned, sliding the tray off of the table. "Why, our breakfast of course, my darling."

"Oh my gosh, are you serious? Five!" you gasped, seeing all the delightful food.

"What can I say? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," he carefully placed the tray down.

"You arranged it so nicely I'm almost afraid to eat it," you admitted almost shyly.

He laughed. "Don't be. This is for you."

"It looks amazing," you didn't even know where to begin.

"Good. I just hope it tastes as good as it looks."

"Oh, hush. Your cooking is delightful," you kissed his cheek and then proceeded to help yourself.

After you got what you wanted, Five fixed his own plate. The two of you ate in comfortable silence as Mr. Pennycrumb jumped onto the bed, curling up near the end and away from the tray. You smiled, setting the tray on the bedside table to let the dog join the two of you.

"You know what we need?" you looked to Five.

Five frowned some. "What?"

"Music," you grinned, going over to the record player. You slid in your favorite vinyl and soft music began to fill the air.

Five opened the curtains, letting more light pour into the room. You smiled. Despite having to wake up, you secretly loved mornings. You loved the peaceful atmosphere you and Five shared. You loved just co-existing with him in the same room, even if you two never exchange a word. Mornings were always so relaxing and tranquil and calm. Five really did know the best ways to start off the days.

After the two of you finished breakfast, you two cleaned up the dishes and finished getting ready for the day. Though the both of you returned to the bedroom. You picked up a book, beginning to read. Five was busily throwing a ball for Mr. Pennycrumb and keeping him entertained. You laid back on him, feeling his arm lazily drape over you.

"Ooh," you perked up when your favorite song began playing. "This is a good one!" you eagerly closed your book and popped up to your feet, grinning at Five.

"Yes?" he returned with a slight frown.

"Dance with me?" you requested shyly, holding your hands out for him.

"Oh…uh…" Five turned red. Despite being forced to take ballroom lessons at the Academy, he wasn't much of a dancer.

Mr. Pennycrumb barked at Five as if to further urge him.

"Please? Just this once?" you gave him your best pleading face. You puckered our your bottom lip ever so slightly.

Five sighed, not being able to resist. "Okay, okay. Only for you, my angel."

You squealed happily as he got up and went over. You looped your arms around his neck and his snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You smiled softly, hearing him softly sing under his breath. His lips lightly brushed against your ear and his words traveled from your eardrum to your heart.

As the song faded out, Five smiled down at you. "You're incredible, did you know that?"

"Awww…I try…" you blushed bright red.

He smiled and kissed you lovingly as you returned it. The two of you pulled apart a few moments later.

Oh how glad you were that he existed.

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I'm so embarrassed but here it is! 😭 so there's y/n who is addicted to coffee flavored candies but doesn't like drinking coffee. which five finds very confusing. She's always offering five candy but ofc, five answers grumpily like "it's not the same thing as coffee"— and suddenly goes to a part where they kiss (idk how it leads to this omg) and five is absolutely ENAMORED with her lips bcs of all the coffee candy she eats..

is this too much explaining or what.. ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THIS I LOVE U LOTS <3

this… this is THE request. thank you for this 🙇‍♀️

Sweet Flavor | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc; 637

warnings: might make you blush lololol

synopsis: five refuses to try your favorite candy, so you make him

a/n: feeding yall today 🙄 you’re welcome! half way through s3 💪 also aged up five ofc!

requests: CLOSED

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Five sighs, leaning on the table as you take a seat next to him.

“Really embracing the old man, huh?” You said, referring to his unusual outfit. Instead of the academy uniform, he’d opted for a vest, flannel, and fedora combination. You honestly wondered where he found it.

Five hums. “Yes, I am. It’s called retirement.”

You just laugh at him, unwrapping one of your Werther's caramel coffee candies. Five wrinkles his nose in disgust as you hand one towards him. “Want one?”

“I’d rather save the world again. Naked,” He sassily replied.

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you,” You tease, popping the candy into your mouth and sighing at this sweet-bitter flavor.

“Why don’t you just drink regular coffee?” He asked. “Like a sane person?”

“Because coffee is nasty,” You said, sticking your tongue out at him and displaying the small candy. “These are better.”

“They’re not even close to the same thing,” He grumbled.

You raise a brow at him. “And how would you know? You’ve never had one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he dismisses, getting up and inspecting the hotel buffet. You follow after him, popping another candy in your mouth.

“So, what are you thinking of doing since you’re retired?”

Five grabs a cup and fills it with coffee. “I don’t know. Traveling? Isn’t that what people do nowadays?”

You scoff, “Yeah, people who don’t look barely eighteen.”

He swats at you, returning to your seats. “I’ll drive.”

He pours some syrup over his pancakes, and you pout. “If you like that much syrup, you’d love the candies just as much.”

“Coffee is supposed to taste bitter, not filled with artificial flavoring.”

“You don’t know till you try.”

“I do know, and I’m telling you now, that is shit,” He points at your mouth with his knife.

You frown, suckling on the candy and its sweet flavor. You were lucky to have found them back in 1963, and now you just kept a handful in your pocket at all times.

“You didn’t like me at first, and now…”

“That’s completely different,” He defends.

You laugh. “Really? Cause you’re a bitter old man, and I’m the sweetest person ever.”

“You are far from the sweetest person ever.”

“That’s not the point, Five,” You huff.

He smiles at you. “Isn’t it, darling?”

“Just try one,” You urged, tossing the wrapped candy at his face. “Please.”

"Try a cup of coffee, and I’ll consider it.”

“I have tried a cup of coffee.”

“When?”

You roll your eyes. “Prior to when we met.”

“Then, I tried your coffee-flavored candy… prior to when we met.”

You glare at Five, and he just smirks, taking a bite of his pancakes.

“Please,” You beg.

“No.”

“But—”

“No.”

“They’re—”

“No.”

“Five.”

“No.”

You click your tongue, still rolling the candy in your mouth when a thought occurs to you. Five notices the mischievous look on your face, and his eyebrows furrow together.

“(Y/N)—”

He’s cut off when you grab the back of his neck and smash your lips together. His hands fly to cup your cheeks as the taste of the candy invades his mouth. And holy shit, he loves it. His lips press harder against yours, almost making you fall off the seat as he chases the flavor.

And then, before you know it, he slips his tongue in and relishes the sweet flavor. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth, trying to seek the sugary treat he so desires. You let out a quiet whine, brain fuzzy at the action. Five groans as you tug on his hair, tongue invading your mouth, and then he pulls back.

You’re stunned, blinking as your lips smack together. And then you notice something missing and gasp.

Five grins, sticking his tongue to display your coffee-flavored caramel proudly on his tongue.

“You little—”

— END —

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