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I've got a sinking feeling - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}

Synopsis: You are very flirty with Five, and he's tricked himself into believing he hates it. He tells you to stop. Then he learns the hard way how much he took you for granted when you meet someone else.

Note: Five requests would be very appreciated! Thank you to those who sent requests on my last one shot.

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Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1.5k

Extra Information: Viisi means Five in Finnish. Five and Y/n were partners in the commission. They look seventeen or eighteen instead of thirteen. This one-shot takes place on the last episode of season one, and the entirety of season two.

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The Academy, Five's home, has just collapsed--courtesy of Vanya's new powers--and Five ordered his family to meet at Super Star Lanes bowling alley to come up with a new plan of action.

He grabs your wrist, blinking you with him. You're both in front of the bowling alley in a flash of blue.

Five takes a moment to pace around, not entering the building. The crisp, spring air bites at your earlobes as you hug your sides for warmth

"Hey, Viisi, can we go inside?" You look at him with a grimace and a pleading smile. He whips his head in your direction to glare at you, then strolls inside with a roll of his eyes. You follow in his stead.

The interior is heated, thankfully. Five informs the underpaid worker that his "parents" will be arriving shortly to pay for his bowling shoes. He takes a seat adjacent to Lane 6 and you sit next to him.

"So, how was the farewell with Delores? I know you two were close." You lean back in your seat, getting more comfortable while waiting for Five's siblings to arrive.

He does not look at you, his jaw ticks in annoyance.

"Come onnn, I know you're stressed, but this is your sister. I'm sure she's reasonable enough not to end the world." You turn towards him, leaning your elbows on your thighs and admiring his pretty face.

"No, it's not that." He scoffs, looking at you with a sneer.

You notice that his tie is crooked so you reach out to fix it, like you often do. It's sort of your thing.

He smacks your hand away and you raise an eyebrow.

"You okay Viisi?" You rub your hand a little, surprised. Normally, he lets you fix his tie with no problem. Although, he would grumble about it a little.

"God- No. I'm not okay." He puts his hands in his hair, gripping it slightly with an exasperated expression. "And stop calling me that."

"What?" You breathe with a smile of disbelief. "What's going on? Did something happen- Did I do something?" You lean away from him a little to give him more space.

"Stop, just stop it with the touching and the nicknames. I'm sick of it!" He looks at you with cold eyes. This is very unusual of him.

You cock your head to the side, trying to understand. "Five, I thought- I thought that was our thing! Y'know, the friendly banter and-"

"I know you're desperate for some sort of relationship with me, but I'm here to tell you that it's not going to happen. We were only ever co-workers." He says through gritted teeth, avoiding your eyes. "I'm telling you to stop pursuing me." You were never 'pursuing' him.

Usually you would brush this sort of behavior off, ignore it. Tell yourself that it's only because he's stressed. He's always stressed! Thinking back, he was never all that nice to you. Even in your Commission days.

You'd tricked yourself into thinking that maybe he thought you were special, or that you were at least his friend. His confidant.

You look at him with eyes full of hurt, which Five has never seen from you. He almost feels something bubbling up his throat, but the feeling dissipates quickly. "Have I made myself clear?" He says evenly.

You only nod, turning away so he doesn't see the tears prick at your eyes.

Five's siblings come inside and you two don't speak to each other again.

A year and seven months later (for you, at least.)

1963, Dallas Texas:

Five anxiously pulls at his tie after narrowly escaping three armed Swedish men. He had just watched his siblings, along with you, blow up in yet another nuclear explosion. It's left him oddly shaken up about how he treated you back in 2019.

He's pacing down the alley-way between the Commerse and Knox when he notices a flash atop the roof. A large camera of some sort.

A brown haired man closes his window briskly. That's strange.

Five teleports inside, scaling up a flight of stairs with cat-like agility. When he knocks on a door, the one beside him answers, revealing a mouse-y looking man in his early thirties. He looks at him with big, expectant eyes.

"What do you want." His tone is dripping with suspicion.

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if-" Five gets a door to the face. He huffs, blinking inside after him.

The man, Elliot, jumps, yelping in fear and pulling out a butter-knife from his drawer of kitchen utensils. "H-how did you do that?" He hesitates, astonished.

Five looks at him with amusement. "Don't really have time to explain."

Elliot runs a hand through his unkempt brown hair, gripping the butter-knife in a feeble attempt to protect himself. "You from the Pentagon? Huh?"

"Definitely not."

"CIA? FBI? KGB?"

Five eyes up the kitchen, noticing a coffee pot on the other side of the room. "Is that fresh?" He uses his powers again, blinking himself right in front of the coffee pot.

Elliot screams, whipping his head back and forth between the place Five just was and the place he appeared. "What..." He pants, eyes wide.

"Elliot? You okay?" Five hears a faraway voice from another room. A familiar voice. "Who's with you?" It asks.

You appear from around the corner, presumably from Elliot's bedroom, looking almost two years older.

Five furrows his eyebrows and so do you. He breathes out your name is what you almost register as relief. But, you know better then to think that.

"Oh, Five. You're back." You say casually, nodding and crossing your arms. Five sets the coffee down, unwillingly noticing how you didn't call him by his nickname.

"How long have you been here?" He walks towards you, looking at your slightly different features. You changed your hair, he observes. He says nothing about it.

"A year and a half, I believe." You tap your chin in thought. Elliot glances between you two with interest or surprise.

"You two know each-other?" He puts the butter-knife back onto the counter with a small clatter.

You nod, shrugging. "We were co-workers." You send Elliot a reassuring, genuine smile.

Co-workers. Five doesn't like how the word rolled off your tongue.

He licks his lips, looking away. "You live here?" He asks you, though it was a silly question considering its obvious answer.

You nod with tight lipped smile, approaching Elliot. You fix his hair with your fingers and flip the collar of his flannel back down. "Did he scare you? I told you he could be a bit much."

Elliot exhales a shaky laugh at your words and actions as Five begins to feel a hot, frothy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He changes the subject. "Are my siblings here too?"

Elliot answers for you, looking back towards the teen again. "The other six anomalys- The power surges." He begins to look excited at this new discovery. "They're your siblings?"

Five ticks his jaw, ignoring him. "So they're alive..." He begins to pace around. "I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me..."

"Elliot." You tell him his name.

"Whatever, alright? I got ten days to find them and save the world." He points to you and Elliot. "Now, I need your help to do that."

Elliot is just so happy to be involved, his three year long project finally achieving some major development. He scrambles to find a certain newspaper scrap from his desk drawer. "You know what? I, uh..." He fumbles with it, handing it to Five.

"I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number four."

"Diego." Five reads softly, then he twists around to face you. "You're coming with me." He states.

You hiss awkwardly through your teeth, avoiding his eyes. "Ohh, about that... Actually, Elliot and I were about to play scrabble."

Five narrows his eyes at you, barking your name. "The world is ending and you're just gonna play scrabble with this homebody?"

Elliot looks at his dusty wooden floors with a look of dejection.

"Uh, yeah. That's exactly what I'm gonna do." You lean against the door-frame with a bored expression. "I thought you wanted me to stop following you around like a lost puppy."

Five feels strange. "You know what? I don't need this." He blinks away to search for Diego.

When Five returns from the strip club, after a failed attempt of recruiting both Luther and Diego, he decides to test something. His fingers reach for his tie, pulling at it and skewing it. Perfectly crooked.

You couldn't resist fixing his tie, he knew this.

So why didn't you? He finds himself uncharacteristically frustrated about unresponsiveness.

As he demands that Elliot develop his Frankel Footage, his eyes trail to you occasionally, silently tempting you to straighten his tie.

Your eyes flicked to it once. However, you made no move to adjust it.

Five heaves a dramatic sigh, angrily fixes it, and leaves to look for Vanya.

He messed up before, he realizes. He feels like shit.

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au where everything is the same but instead of losing their powers the umbrellas all get completely different powers like a day after they get to the rebooted universe. And these are the powers they would get

Luther: basically what Sean Spencer pretends to be

Diego: the ability to plant thoughts or emotions in someone else's brain

Allison: she actually still has the same power since she was the one to press the button

Klaus: the ability to transfer any inanimate object from where they are to where he is but only if nobody is holding it

Five: being aware of the fact that he's in a show but not being able to do anything about it other than looking at/talking to the audience without anyone noticing like in that show fleabag

Ben: having control over the weather

Viktor: the ability to freeze people in place like in freeze tag but only up to three at a time and it lasts ten minutes

Lila: can talk to animals and convince them to attack anyone to the best of their abilities, but only one species at a time

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I guess I'm not good at drawing this…but here is Comic Five and A.J.

(edit: omg thank you so much for supporting my art, it means a lot to me🥹🫶💕💕💕)

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If this gets 100k notes I'll do one self-care.

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F!xFive, both characters are over 18, submissive Five, teasing, verbal degrading, no smut

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Five was never the type to not be able to comprehend something, but one thing that he could not comprehend was how he suddenly became so submissive a couple of weeks ago with y/n.

He didn't understand, or even how he let it happen. His only problem though was that he was in denial and that deep down he wanted it to happen again. Just that he didn't know how to make it happen again.

But then he remembered that it was because Y/n hadn't touched him once that week, not even the slightest. Up until that one night, he still remembers it as clear as day.

The way her hands were all over him, what made him weaker was the praising. It made him feel so stupid that of all things to get flustered and weak by.

That wasn't her job, it was his. At least he thought up until now.

He was practically questioning a couples sex life now. He had no idea if this was even normal or not, but he just laughed at the idea of him being submissive.

Which he wasn't, is what he tried to convince himself.

Five watched as y/n sat in the living room, reading some papers that were left on the counter. "What are you planning over there?" Five said suddenly.

Y/n turned around, confused as hell by what he was talking about. "What?" she replied, Five rolled his eyes and walked over to her slowly. "Don't 'what' me, you know what I'm talking about"

She just laughed and turned back around, "I really have no clue Five, so enlighten me a little-" she says reading one of the papers.

Five stayed quiet while he came over and sat on the other end of the couch away from her, not long after he sat with her she got up and went to the other room.

Five watched her leave, wondering what was wrong. "Well what the fuck? Did I do something?" He mumbled to himself while he picked at a thread on the arm of the couch.

An hour had passed by and Five came in the room that y/n was in once again, this time she was writing in a journal. "I know that you're there Five, no need to be quiet," y/n says, not looking up at him.

He came farther into the room and closed the door and put his hands in his pockets just watching her. "I know what you're thinking, and I know that you're going to deny it-" y/n started.

"And that is exactly?"

Y/n continued with what she was doing, "You like being a submissive, or maybe you like being a switch. Who knows, but you like it Five. And I've seen the way you've been acting all day, I know that you're thinking about me dominating you again. How I whisper the things I'm going to do to you before I ruin you, and trust me. I am going to ruin you more than I did last time.. so try lying to me, I dare you" she finishes closing her journal looking up at him.

Five hesitated, his mouth hung open while he tried to talk. He looked down at how y/n was tapping the journal that she was writing in. "What's in that?" he asked, trying to sound intimidating.

"That's none of your concern.. now be my good boy and come here,"

He laughed, in denial but hid it so well somehow and continued to stay put. "Hate to break to you sweetheart, but I'm not falling for that like last time" Five states taking a step forward.

"Oh but you will, I can tell you're trying to be intimidating. But you're not, and the way you've been silently begging for more these last couple of weeks is fucking pathetic," y/n smirked slightly as she watched Five finally show that he was nervous.

And he was a fucking mess, he tried to swallow the sudden lump in his throat but just couldn't. "No I'm not-" he muttered looking down at the floor.

Y/n stood up from the edge of the bed, as soon as she was on her feet, Five blinked in front of her to try and pin her to the bed. Instead though, y/n knew he'd do that.

It quickly took a turn when y/n was the one pinning him to the bed, "Fuck you y/n! I'm not a bottom or a switch!" Five yelled. Her smirk grew bigger, "Love, I never called you either of those. Let alone think about it, but now that you've said something.."

"Please.. I'm begging you, I'm not a bottom or even submissive you know this" Five spoke, his tone sounding different then what it did a minute ago.

"Oh? So you beg now?" y/n teased, "Then if you're not I want you to get out from underneath me"

Five didn't want to admit it, even though you could see right through him. He was nervous, too nervous to even blink away. So he just stared up at her, hoping she'd get off of him.

Y/n let go of his hands but then grabbed onto his tie, pulling on it, it tightened slightly around Five's neck. He whimpered quietly as he tried to form the words to make a sentence that made sense.

"I can't.."

"Can't what?" y/n asked, pulling slightly harder on his tie. This time Five could feel the bloodflow being cut off, God this was really turning him on.

He shook his head, "I-I can't get you off of me" Five studdered, feeling like a complete idiot now. He turned his face away from her, he could tell that he was turning red by the way that y/n kept looking at his cheeks.

She let go of his tie and got up off of him, "So will you admit you're at least a switch.. possibly?" y/n still smirked as Five sat up and fixed his tie.

"No" he says standing up, he walks out of the room not long after giving her his response. Y/n sighed, "I love you too" she says to herself jokingly.

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Five and Mr. pennycrumb🥹❤️‍🔥

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why are they all so mad at Five?? he did nothing?? Allison hit the button and he knows the same amount as the rest of you??? leave him alone!!

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(all text edits above are courtesy of yours truly. all images were found on google)

tua mass rewatch is over at the same time as me finishing season 3 for the first time! agh can't wait for season 4 :0 how will this dysfunctional family save the world this time? will five finally learn to walk down stairs instead of teleporting?

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The hargreeve family has me in a chokehold rn

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You should have left a note - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}

Synopsis: Five is ordered to kill his ex-commission partner. He doesn't want to.

Note: I made this really late at night. I would really appreciate requests for Five :)

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WORD COUNT: 1K

2nd POV:

Five peers down at the paper that bears your name, hands shaky. He was ordered by the Handler--just this morning--to terminate you for immediate extraction.

It’s been a year since you left Five since you left the Commission. He'd been rightfully frustrated since your abrupt departure. He didn't get a note, nor a goodbye. Sure, you two weren’t all that close as partners, but he at least deserved a warning, he thought.

He doesn't know how to feel about the idea of blowing your brains out with his M1935.

You’ve been gone for approximately a year, leaving no trace or hints as to where you may be. But, the Commission finally tracked you down to a small town in New Jersey, 1978.

When he arrives in front of your supposed living quarters, he is taken aback by the rundown apartment complex in front of him. A real shithole. Its bricks are chipped and sun-bleached, presumably from old age. Police sirens and gunshots are audible from a neighborhood away, giving away the unsafeness of the area.

It’s twelve o’ clock at night. Five quietly blinks up to your numbered room. If he remembers correctly from the paper, it's room 395. Third floor, second door to the left.

Your apartment is dark, gloomy. Five does not turn on the lights, not wanting to give away his existence. But, he assumes you’re not home anyways. Your job as a bartender at a rundown restaurant downtown would have you occupied for at least another hour.

He wonders through the confined living space, taking note of a few books scattered on the coffee table, and an unmade bed. There's a small pile of dishes in the sink, a pot and two bowls. There are no picture frames, or wall decor. The room is barren with no personality at all.

Five would not even know that you lived here from the looks of the place.

It smells like you though, he unwillingly notices. He finds it oddly comforting nostalgic.

He’s in the middle of examining some scattered papers on the ground when he hears the jingling of keys outside the door. Along with your whistling.

Five blinks behind a window curtain in no time at all, blood pumping fast. You must have gotten off early.

Your humming becomes more prominent as you enter your living space. The sound of keys being thrown on the kitchen counter makes Five jolt, but he still goes unnoticed.

You make no move to turn on the lights, so Five risks a glance at you.

Your head is blocked by the freezer door, but he notices your disheveled work attire. Some black slacks and an untucked white button down shirt. Your apron hangs on a hook by the door.

When the freezer door is closed, he notices your face. It's the same as when he last saw you, but with sadder eyes and dark eye-bags. His heart sinks, he starts feeling uncharacteristically torn.

He watches you crack open a frozen dinner meal and place it in the microwave. You roll your sleeves up to your elbows while you wait for the food to heat up. Five always thought you had nice, toned forearms. He stares at them, at you.

His eyes are intense, observing as you lean against the counter, stretching and running your fingers through your hair. He feels his stomach knot.

Five was definitely the wrong person for this job. He readys his gun quietly.

You freeze at the almost imperceptible sound of a gun clicking, slowly turning your head in Five's direction. He doesn't see the way your eyebrows furrow because he's fully behind the curtain again.

The microwave beeps quietly, but you make no move to retrieve your dinner.

The sound of footsteps approaching Five's hiding spot makes sweat bead on his forehead. He debates letting himself be caught, but decides against it. Five blinks behind you, aiming his gun.

But you've already kicked the thing out of his hands, fully expecting his maneuver. You tackle him to the ground, gripping his wrists and pinning his legs with yours. Not before kicking the gun far away, under the couch.

"God, of course they sent you, Five." You breathe, glaring down at him in dismay. "The Handler's such a sadistic- I mean, sending my own partner to kill me? Is she kidding?" You ramble is distress, cursing your ex-employer.

Five gazes up at you, swallowing thickly. He fights thoughtlessly against your grasp, but tries nothing else to get loose. He does not want to kill you.

"Let go of me." He warns, feeling fuzzy and not knowing what else to say. His eyes never leave yours.

"Why don't you just blink away? You're fully capable of getting out of this." You accuse, getting close to his face. Your breath tickles his nose. It's minty.

Five hesitates, his eyes fluttering for a moment as he fails to regain his train of thought.

He remains quiet.

"You don't really want to kill me." Your grip on his wrists falters slightly when he doesn't object.

He softly pulls his wrists free, and you let him sit up. But you keep his legs pinned just in case. There is a strangely comfortable silence as you wait for Five to find the words.

"You should have just told me you were going to leave." Five whispers finally. His tone is unreadable. "Or at least left a note."

You look at him with a pained expression. "You're right. I should have." It's something you regretted for months after abandoning him. There is an intake of breath right before you add: "I missed uh- I miss you." You redden, not looking at him.

He exhales with a hidden smile. "Me too."

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