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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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Love your fics so much good lord 🫶🏻 especially your latest smut one. Which made me remember how S3 had some kinda unnecessary sex jokes.. like when Klaus told Five about Lila and Diego doing it one the stairs and Five said yeah I get it everybody was banging everybody last night 😭 kinda had to imagine Five and his wife drinking and spending the night together as well and getting the love he deserves. Not sure if its a smut request you’re interested in but i loved the wedding episode.

Awh- thanks. You're a sweetie! ❤️ I stuck a little twist on this one- I hope that's ok! I have a quirk as an author in that I don't like to explicitly contradict canon plus I would like Five to be physically 18+ canonically when I write about him. We have fluff and mild, romantic smut. Schmaltzier than I'd usually produce, but we all need a little schmaltz now and again.

If Tonight Was Our Last | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 2.4k words, Rated M

All in all, Diego and Lila’s wedding had been like them: informal, loud and chaotic. The ceremony part was executed in the courthouse as quick as humanly possible in order to get to the important part: dancing and partying in the punk nightclub they’d hired for the evening.

Five hovered awkwardly by the bar. He was wearing what, on reflection, was an entirely inappropriate tuxedo and was becoming uncomfortably sweaty. He watched the crowd dancing to The Sex Pistols, Lila jumping and headbanging with a crazed look in her eye and Diego drinking shot after shot with Luther. He himself ordered a martini and was stirring it with his olive awkwardly, wondering when he could justify leaving.

There was a joy in being part of this family that Five didn’t always appreciate: it presented him countless opportunities to exercise his brain with a conundrum. He knew that spending over forty years in the apocalypse was preferable to both, but whether Lila and Diego's wedding was worse than Luther and Sloane’s, he couldn’t yet decide.

But when his eyes found you, screaming along with Johnny Rotten about how the queen of England wasn’t a human being, he knew that this sweaty, musty club was the only place in the world he’d choose to be right now. You caught his eye, face lighting up and worked your way across the dancefloor towards him. On the way, you stole a tequila slammer off the tray beside Luther and presented it to Five.

Before you pulled him onto the dancefloor with you, he knocked back the shot and chased it with his remaining half martini. Perhaps it was the booze or maybe your hyperactive vibes were infectious, because Five let loose and spent the rest of the night dancing along with The Clash. He got bashed and buffeted by the crowd and his siblings. Since then, Five had drunk heavily. Even if he had a slow start, he more than caught up with the rest of you.

He kissed you several times throughout the evening, when his adrenaline was high and the music pumped with it through his veins. The kisses were hard, boisterous and joy-filled. Once, he lifted you off your feet with the force of it, earning him a small shove from Diego for ‘lowering the tone of the evening’.

Viktor, the only one of you who stayed sober enough to be responsible, had shepherded first Lila and Diego to their hotel room, and then everyone else back to the Academy. He left you and Five still drinking in one of the lesser-used sitting rooms that was occupied by Reginald in years gone by.

A large order of fries and the journey home had sobered you up, but Five’s hand swayed as he tried to pour a glass of his father’s cognac, spilling it all over the side table.

“Ah shit. That was Hennesy,” he murmured, regretfully, wiping it up with a bar towel. He’d already discarded his jacket and now his hand fumbled at his bow tie, removing it and tucking into his pants pocket.

“You shouldn’t have any more,” you said, from the armchair. Your voice was slightly hoarse from having to shout to be heard all night, “you’ve been drinking like it’s your last night on earth.”

Five returned to the handsome chaise lounge with the little drink he’d managed to successfully pour, laughing softly.

“No I haven’t. That was the last wedding I went to.”

“Luther and Sloane’s?” you asked, tentatively.

Five nodded.

He didn’t like to talk about it often. The period following his return to 2019 was a chaotic tumble through timelines and apocalypses. You knew Luther and Sloane got married under the impression that they would all die the next day, but you hadn’t ever asked Five for details. Tonight, however, he seemed open to it.

“When you got twenty-four to forty-eight hours left to live,” he said, laughing reminiscently, “there’s no point in holding back.

I sorta remember making this…punch out of vodka, gin, coconut rum and god knows what else. I drank the whole bowl," he laughed, "Well, wouldn’t you? ” he asked, catching your disapproving eye.

You rocked your head from side to side, weighing it up.

“Probably,” you admitted, “I just don’t like to think about it. As it turned out, you all survived anyway. But that would have been no good if you died from alcohol poisoning.”

He took your hand in the gap between the two pieces of furniture.

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t, but right then it seemed like a good option.”

You caught his eyes, deep tonight, and saw that he wasn’t as drunk as you thought. His lips twitched into a sad smile as he continued.

“I guess I had nothing else to do. They were all pairing off: Luther and Sloane, Lila and Diego, Klaus and alternate Ben-” he caught your expression and amended himself, “-I don’t mean boning, necessarily…” and then he looked nauseated, “oh god, I really hope not, anyway.”

“You’re a weird family,” you said, matter-of-factly.

“That we are.” he agreed, “At least four of them were going at it, anyway, and there I was trapped in the body of an extra from Bugsy Malone: hormonal, horny as hell and living the last few hours of my life. What is a self-respecting guy supposed to do?”

“Drink and jerk off?”

“Drink and jerk off, correct. You know me so well.”

You smiled, leaned over and poured yourself a small cognac.

“Sounds lonely for your last night on earth.”

He shrugged, reciprocating your raised glass to him before you took a sip. The honey-smelling warmth of the cognac went down nice and easy, even after the tequila and fries.

Five looked into his drink.

“What would you do?” he said, almost too quietly to hear, “on your last night on earth, I mean.”

You don’t hesitate, “I’d spend it with you.”

He smiled down into his glass. It’s one of his arrogant smiles masking the real emotion beneath.

“Of course you would.”

You could always tell when he was hiding emotion by the spots of delicate color he developed high in his cheeks.

“And what about you?” you asked, gently.

He considered, the smile still playing around his lips.

“I’d probably drink and jerk off.”

You laughed and stretched out in the chair, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of being there with him. After a quiet minute, his voice sounded again.

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“I’d make love to you.”

You turned your head to look at him, still starting into his drink. It’s not a term you’d ever heard him use before. In day-to-day conversation, he referred to sex as ‘boning’, ‘banging’ or occasionally used a trite metaphor like ‘making the beast with two backs.’ Even in the throes of passion, you’d only ever heard him say that he wanted to ‘fuck’ you.

He looked at you, eyes speaking a depth of feeling you hoped you would never be able to fully share. The look in his eyes brought home the weight of what he was saying: Five knew what it was to face the end of everything. He was saying this with that experience behind him.

“If tonight was our last, I’d want you to know what you mean to me…except words can be blunt instruments, so I’d want to show you…”

He trailed off.

You put down your drink and, drawn like a magnet to his bared vulnerability, joined him on the couch. Eyes not leaving this, you raised your hand to cup his face. As he closed his eyes, you kissed him on the corner of his mouth, hoping that the touch of your lips against him conveyed what you were feeling.

With his eyes still closed, he leaned into your touch almost wearily, rubbing his cheek against your hand and letting out a long breath through his nose.

“Show me now,” you whispered, “as if tonight was our last night.”

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, and he fixed you with his unwavering gaze. Though the room was dimly lit, what little light there was reflected in his eyes. Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours in a soft, tender kiss. His warm lips brushed yours, feather-light. You responded to him eagerly, meeting his affection with your own and wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

He deepened the kiss, hands beginning to roam. He caressed you, palms exploring the contours of your body; the landscape of hills and valleys. Though he’d done this countless times before, his touch felt somehow new: sending trembling, fluttering energy across your body. His breath was sweet, tasting of the cognac: you felt and savored the warmth of his mouth on yours

As the kiss reached its peak, you felt a rush of emotion you hadn’t expected: though he was gentle, cherishing and loving, you could nevertheless feel a flavor of desperation behind this kiss. It was as if this really was it; as if tonight really was the last night. He was right: words weren’t enough, and this was the most important thing you and he would ever say to each other.

His fingers became more urgent, slipping beneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin beneath. You raised your arms and he lifted it carefully over your head, unable to resist leaning in and peppering your newly exposed skin with kisses before he fully removed it.

Meanwhile, one of your hands popped open the buttons of his shirt while the other traced the lines of his chest and pectorals. When his stomach was revealed, you pulled the fabric apart and snaked both hands in, reveling in his warmth and the soft smattering of hair disappearing into his pants.

Your hands moved in unison, undressing each other with sensual eagerness: not too fast, not too slow, only keen to feel each new inch of flesh as it was exposed. As he reached around to unhook your bra, you worked on freeing him from his pants. You could already feel the arousal beneath.

Before you could remove the fabric around him, he leaned in and captured your newly bared nipple, gently licking and sucking on it. You couldn’t help but moan, even despite the necessity of keeping your voice low. His hand came to rub and softly press your other breast, feeling your shape in the palm of his hand.

At last, you pulled him from his pants, stroking his shaft gently and feeling him grow even harder at your touch. His breath stuttered around your breast.

At last, you sat beside each other naked. His kisses felt like moths’ wings across your breasts, your collarbone, your neck. He leaned towards you, urging you gently backwards until your back hit the velvet of the chaise. You pulled him to you and kissed him again, caressing his lips with your own. When he pulled back, you were surprised to see tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

When he spoke, looking at you with those earnest, sad eyes, it was in a whisper. You had the sense that he didn’t trust his voice any louder.

“If tonight were our last night, I’d want to kiss you like that.”

You stroked his face again and he briefly closed his eyes, one of the tears forming into a drop and running slowly down his cheek. When he opened them, he shifted his kneeling position and you spread your thighs to accommodate him.

“What else would you do?” you asked, your own voice not much more than a whisper.

He lowered himself so that your bodies were pressed together, skin on skin and warmth on warmth.

“I’d want you like this,” he said, “I’d want to be inside you.”

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him gently to you and entwining your body with his. He entered you slowly and you let out identical exhales. It was a feeling like coming home after a long day. Five gave a pleasurable wince as the clenching of your walls had its effect on him: perfect intensity.

As he moved in you, as you moved together, every caress was a whispered affirmation of love; every twinge of pleasure a promise kept. Each of his slow, sensual thrusts was a pledge of undying devotion. The slow build of your orgasm was a life of love and loyalty spent together.

He buried his head in your neck, simultaneously breathing you in and hiding his tears. Your arms wrapped themselves over his back, your hand finding the back of his head and holding him safely to you as, inside you, the twin heats of love and of pleasure bloomed.

“I’ve got you, baby.” you whispered, inhaling the clean smell of his hair.

With your arms and legs wrapped around him this way, you met his hips with your own, giving him the same promises he gave to you. You kissed his temple, wrapping yourself around him more snugly. Wrapped in the warmth of your shared love, your bodies writhed together. From his stuttering breath and increasing tension, you could tell he was nearing his peak. You could feel his heart beating against your chest like that of a small animal.

He gave an ecstatic cry and exploded inside you, body shuddering in the current of his release. As he came, he kissed and licked at your neck, unrefined and uncontrolled but desperate to taste some part of you. Finally, he collapsed onto the couch, his full weight upon you, trying to catch his breath in short gasps.

“If tonight was our last night,” he mumbled, after a few moments to compose himself, “I’d want to savor it. I'd hope not to come after two minutes like that.”

You smiled into his hair.

“Lucky tonight isn’t our last night,” you said.

Responding to the pang of shame in his voice, however, you continued more seriously.

“If tonight was our last night, I’d die happy after that. No, really,” you said, responding to his disbelieving snort, “that was…”

You didn’t need to finish. The awe and love in your tone was enough of a balm.

You could lie here forever with his warm weight on top of you, your bodies still connected with him still inside you. You could be happy here, with his breath in your ear and your hand in his hair. If tonight was your last night, you would have lived a whole lifetime in it.

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buildoblivionthenwewilltalk · 2 years

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love the way we went from “headcannon that Klaus is German!” to “ohhh man he’s American that’s fine I guess :/“ then all the way back round to “NOPE HES AMISH EVEN BETTER”

#trust in Steve he knows what he’s doing #genuinely amazing #ik they’re birth parents countries of origin don’t have much bearing on their adult lives etc #but this is f ucking hilarious to me #tua #the umbrella academy #spoilers #klaus hargreeves

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dykefive · 1 year

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i shrimply think five would be improved if they let his love of frogs manifest

#the grandpa look deserved a nice froggie hat #five said. salut to the frog on his head #i drew this a long while ago and posted it on ig but not here lol #but my second best hc (behind bassie mr pc) - five likes frogs #they both jump. they both have f names. green #this was when i was experimenting with backgrounds 🤷🏻‍♀️#n e one like the chaotic background?#five #five hargreeves #five hargreeves fanart #tua fanart #the umbrella academy fanart #five fanart #.k art #.k

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amiracleilluminated · 2 years

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#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #umbrellaacademyedit #tuaedit #uaedit #*gifs #the increasing amount of dancing and f bombs in this season makes me happy

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the-time-travelers-admirer · 11 months

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Five looking young and being old at the same time makes him confusing to shop for sometimes. One second I'm looking at puny sarcastic graphic Tees for him to lounge around in and the next I'm wanting to buy him a nice watch and some fancy tie clips. Is there such a thing as modern elderly chic? Lol

#the time travelers admirer #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #tua five #five my f/o

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roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid · 2 years

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gerard way DOES get to reclaim ‘whore’, actually

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callmelinamfsnow · 2 years

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Four Days Later

Warnings: (Kind of) spoilers for TUA S3 Word Count; 2,100+

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Five figures out how to get a phone and makes it his mission to make you smile and blush to death before your date. Ch. 1: “How Old Are You?” Ch. 2: The Beginning of The Date

A/N:This story ended up getting way too long so I’m just making their date another part. This is also like 25% texts.

“Hi is this (Y/N)?”

“Yes, who’s this?”

“It’s Five from the diner”

“Oh I was wondering when you were going to text me.

Thought you’d just conned me out of my money and ran”

“I’d be an idiot to do that”

(Y/N) smiled at that text, biting her lip as she thought of something to reply. It’d been four of five days since the day at the Diner, and each day both of them grew a bit more anxious to talk to the other. Five felt like he was going to go crazy.

He’d discovered some keys in his coat pocket when he left the Diner which led him to a small townhouse walking distance from there. He got lucky that he got there just as it had started to rain.

‘I wonder if she likes the rain’

He took off his suit jacket and put it on the hook behind the door. Slowly making his way through the home, taking in the plain design and simple furniture. The kitchen was clean. A few pieces of fruit in a fruit bowl on the counter along with a coffee maker and a small coffee station.

‘Cute’

He unbuttoned his vest as he made his way to the upstairs, passing by an open bathroom before walking into the master bedroom. Slipping his vest off he let out a “huh” and dropped it onto the bed, going to undo his tie next. The room seemed bigger than it really was. Maybe it was the plain white walls with no decorations. He had nightstands on either side of his bed. A tall dresser next to his door. A small chair in the corner of his room with a simple lamp next to it.

He dropped his tie on the bed and went to take off his shirt next as he walked into the bathroom. “Holy shit” he mumbled as he got a good look. The shower with the deep tub took up most of the room, but he didn’t complain. Who needs all that space to take a shit? He opened one door that led to a small space for the toilet, losing interest and closing it quickly. He opened the other on the wall next to it that led to his closet, just as he finished taking off his shirt. His wardrobe matched the house. Plain. Simple.

“Well at least it’s not a school boy uniform” he sighed and dropped his shirt in the hamper, exiting through the doors that led back to his bedroom.

Now that he didn't have to worry about being homeless he could focus on figuring out if he had a job, and if not how to get one so he could get a phone to talk to (Y/N). Four days later he managed to secure a job and use the cash he found in his home to get a phone and plan. Now he was finally able to talk to her again.

"So how have you been since we last saw each other?"

She stared at the text and contemplated what all to say. In reality, everything was great until yesterday which is why she had been so relieved to have her self-deprecating thoughts proved wrong when Five finally messaged her.

"Eh. I've been better, but I'm happy to finally hear from you :)"

"Well, I'm happy to hear that I made you happy.

What's wrong?"

Five furrowed his brows as he read the "I've been better" over again. He didn't like the thought of her having a bad day.

"I'm just tired from being responsible and dealing with family"

"I can empathize with the latter

Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah I have two older sisters, you?"

"I have six adopted siblings

I'm also adopted"

"Wow, you just get more and more interesting huh?"

"Guess so

I'd love to tell you more of my interesting facts over some coffee or dinner maybe. When are you free?"

"Sounds like fun

I can do Thursday or Friday"

"Thursday

The sooner the better

Want to see that pretty smile as soon as possible"

My goddess, he was making her smile so much her face was going to start hurting soon.

"Well, Thursday it is (:

So which one do you want to do?"

"Whichever you're more comfortable with"

"Coffee sounds good

What time?"

"Noon?

You chose the place"

"Noon is good for me and okay let me think of somewhere cute and I'll send you the address"

"Starbucks doesn't make the cut?"

"I'd like to see if I can think of any other better options than a crowded, loud Starbucks"

She giggled as she sent the last text, biting her lip as she thought of a place for their date. Granted Starbucks wouldn't be the worst place to do it, but an alternative with more privacy and a cuter environment sounded more appropriate. There were a couple of places that came to mind, but one was a bit pricey and the other was a bit far.

“Don’t stress about it too much. I’m fine with a cup of coffee and you.”

“Fuuuuuck me” she groaned as she read the text, placing her hand against the wall and dropping her head. (Y/N) stayed like that for a minute before breaking into a little happy dance/sway. “Oooo I hope this shit doesn’t go South” she sighed, a giant smile on her face as she wrote her reply.

“Might make you prove it and choose a shitty place on purpose”

“Well that’d sure make an interesting first date

Would you mind if we paused so I could go shower?”

“Yeah of course

I can figure out where we’ll go while you’re in there”

“Alright I’ll be back in a jiff”

Five had actually been standing in his bathroom in nothing but his boxers ready to turn on the water for a while, but he couldn’t bring himself to pause the conversation. He sighed as he turned the water on and slipped out of his boxers. He hadn’t been lying when he said all he needed was a cup of coffee and you. He was a simple man, whose only interest was to get to know you better and maybe (hopefully) see you again.

Once the water was warm enough he got in, sighing in contentment as he felt it hit him. He hadn’t exactly been able to have a nice shower for the past month considering he was saving the world and the hotel showers’ were shit. But his, his had a detachable shower head with four different settings, all of which brought him utter joy. Although he was supposed to be taking a relaxing shower, he couldn’t help but rush to resume talking to her.

Meanwhile (Y/N) had been trying her best to distract herself from waiting for his text. Deciding to help herself to some ice cream as she thought of a place to go to. She scrunched her nose up and groaned, annoyed at how much she was overthinking things, and switched back to her texts reading his over again. All he wanted was her and some good coffee. Plain and simple. “Okay, okay stop fucking with yourself and just pick” she muttered to herself before eating another spoon of ice cream. Her phone got placed on the counter while she cleaned up, finally able to distract herself.

Five let out a breath as he got out of the shower and put his towel on. He didn’t hesitate in opening his phone, reading your reply of “Have fun” and cracking a small confused smile.

“I’m back”

(Y/N) stilled when she heard her phone go off, a smile starting to spread on her face as she made her way over.

“Welcome back

I decided on where to go”

“That’s great, where?”

“There’s a nice café/bakery I haven’t gone to in a bit.

I think you’ll find the coffee to your liking”

“Sounds perfect”

The two spent the rest of the night and the following day talking. Their conversations didn't stray too far from the normal “How is your day going?” or small talk. When the day of their date finally came, (Y/N) was somewhat surprised when she excitedly woke up earlier than she normally does. As she checked the time on her phone. The lack of a message from Five most likely meant he hadn’t woken up yet or was busy. Taking the opportunity, she went to shower, deciding today would be a bit of a self-care shower.

One relaxing shower she walked back into her bedroom, debating if she should stick to her simple hair routine. In all honesty, she was kind of lazy and didn’t feel like doing the most with her hair. However, she was going on a date. “Ugh, this sucks” she semi-whined before grabbing her nice scented lotion and putting it on. While finishing up she realized she hadn’t checked her phone or even bothered to reply to Five. “Oooo sorryyyy” she sing sang/mumbled, picking up her phone just as a text came in.

“Good morning sunshine

We still on for noon at the cafe?”

“Look at that I was just about to text you too

And yes of course we are

You still owe me those five dollars ;)”

“Don’t worry I didn’t forget dear”

“Dear”. That was new. (Y/N) has been called babe and mamas by guys before, maybe even a love every once in a while, but she couldn’t help the butterflies in her chest when she read that pet name.

“Good 😌”

The next few hours consisted of (Y/N) and Five both mentally and physically preparing for the date. With the help of her roommate (Y/N) was able to decide on an outfit that was cute, comfortable, and even made her feel confident.

“So what else do you have planned for the date,” her roommate asked as she helped (Y/N) put her necklace on. “Umm, nothing really. We’re just gonna get coffee and talk” she shrugged and looked herself over in the mirror. “Really? Kind of basic, no?”

“Yeah I guess but I also didn’t want to do that much for our first date and he had said all he needed was some coffee and me for it to be a good date”

“Awe that’s cute”

“Right? I was smiling so hard when I got the text.” (Y/N) said as she turned to look at her friend. “I’m also just kind of going to see how things go on the date and maybe we’ll… hmm, shit I don’t know” she huffed at the end, trying to think of what else they could do. “It’s nice outside so I was going to say we could go for a walk or something but that’s kind of the same thing. Movies?” She asked more than suggested. “Yeah that sounds good, or a bookstore/ the library? You said you thought that’d be a cute idea and you’re already being aesthetic and getting coffee” her roommate replied in a reassuring tone.

(Y/N) didn’t exactly have much experience or luck with dates, having to deal with her share of assholes. Her friends and family weren’t exactly the most helpful and the ones that were had their things to deal with. Things (Y/N) would consider more important than her, even when they obviously weren’t. Therefore her roommate was more than happy to offer to help her out after they stumbled upon the topic in their morning small talk.

“Yeah, I just hope I find I book I like and can concentrate on” (Y/N) said as she made sure she had everything in her bag, “I mean it’s noon, so I’m sure we’ll think of something if we get bored”. She picked her phone up to check the time smiling at Five’s texts.

“Hope you’re not stressing yourself out as much as you were picking the place

I’m sure I’ll look unimpressive compared to you”

“What’d he say now?” Her roommate asked scooting closer to her. (Y/N) happily showed her the texts, “oh my gosh you are cheesing!!”. (Y/N) let out a mix of a laugh and giggle, nodding in agreement. “I know. I know, I just hope he actually ends up being as nice as he seems. I do not want to fucking deal with more bullshit” she sighed at the end, closing her phone for a second to just breathe. “Me too, but only one way to find out.” her roommate hummed, “what time is it?”. (Y/N) opened her phone to check, “it’s about to be 11” she replied and let out another excited breath, before replying to Five.

“Well, you’ll find out soon 😌

And if you’re wearing your cute little suit again I’ll definitely look underdressed haha”

Just one more hour.

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luci-hemwin-evanson · 8 months

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I'll never forgive Netflix for cancelling Julie and the Phantoms, The Society, Insatiable and No Good Nick

#F U Netflix #netflix #just a yearly reminder that I fcking hate Netflix #jatp #insatiable #the society #no good nick #julie and the phantoms #AND THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY TOO

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eb-is-hot · 2 years

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Hi there! How are you today/night? I just found your blog👀 could I request a little something?

I was wondering if I could request Five Hargreeves x Female Reader? Where the they are playing chess, which this would be shortly after he came back, and the reader wins. Five is very shocked since he used to beat her all the time in chess before he left and questions her how she won.

She just tells him “practice” lol I thought this would be pretty funny and probably cute.

I hope you have a wonder day/night! Please take your time :) thank you in advance if you do write this❤️

A/N: ofc! :) (this reset so many times so ima just write hc’s. I’m so sorry :,) ) Also, thanks for asking so sweetly, dearie! (If you send anything else I will make a full thing abt it I promise sweetheart) Paring: Five Hargreeves x F!reader

Beating Five in Chess for the first time

He would legit be so surprised.

He would have the ‘😟’ look on his face tbh

”h-how’s ya beat me..?”.

”Practice.”

He. was. in. Shock.

like, he just was baffled at the thought

“but I have never lost. You had to have cheated!”

he would huff and then look at you,

you had a giant smirk.

He then forgives you when you give him a kiss on the cheek, but you got a huff out of it.

he spends the rest of the week playing against anyone and everyone

he has to beat you.

he just wants to impress you

When you let him win he had a smug look on his face.

He was quite cocky about it.

then he lost again.

Dw he still loves you, you’re his wife. (You don’t know that yet tho-)

#number five #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #five hargreaves x reader #allison #tua x reader #ben hargreeves #klaus #hargreeves family #luther #Five x f!reader #Tua3 #tua s3 #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy spoilers

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rainc0at · 4 months

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Me 🤝 rewatching old shows instead of watching new ones I've added to my list

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bibaybe · 7 months

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For the blorbo bingo…Steve Harrington, Klaus Hargreeves, Barry Allen (CW)?

steve!!

klaus!!

barry!! has been forever since i watched the flash tho so this subject to change on my watch-through(and i only ever got to like s3 so)

#ch: steve harrington #f: stranger things #ch: klaus hargreeves #f: the umbrella academy #ch: barry allen #f: the flash #answered #lavi tag

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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A request via DM from @respecttheno:

I mean i have this idea in mind and i dunno who to peddle it to. Its about reader being too cute that five gets cute aggression and you know, one thing leads to another, probably something smutty. Or basically just him being unable to take how cute the reader is that he becomes aggressive, i'll leave the details up to you, your writing is really good, maybe you can whip something up with my idea.

So here we go! Cute aggression sexy sex. Hope it lives up to expecatations!

Goddamn Darling | Five Hargreeves/ f Reader 2.1k words

You had a certain look that Five couldn’t help but be fascinated by. It creased your brow and pouted your lips like a toddler about to lose their mind. It happened from time to time when you were frustrated, inconvenienced or annoyed. It had a strange effect on him, that look. You were too damn pretty when you were pissed off that way. Not when you were really angry or upset, but at that perfect point of disquiet beyond mild but below major.

Directed at other people, that look on your face spurred him to protect: to put himself between you and whichever asshole made you feel that way. Directed at himself, however, that look made him feel two conflicting desires: to kiss every inch of you until you were smiling again, but also to manhandle you, pull at you, even crush you under the sole of his shoe. Not to hurt you, not really: he’d never do anything like that. But still, the feeling was there. And it drove him crazy. smut below cut

He knew it was wrong for that feeling to make him hard, but there it was.

You were catching up on emails when his hands came to your shoulders, massaging them gently.

“They aren’t paying you to work in the evenings, dearest. Come downstairs, I made dinner.”

“Sorry, I’ve got to get ahead of these before the morning,” you sigh, “my boss has been riding my ass this week.”

“Hm,” he said, hands coming over your shoulders to caress your neck, “We can’t have that: I’m the only boss allowed to ride your ass.”

You dismissed this with a tsk and ignored his roving hands, his breath on your skin as he stooped to kiss your neck, gently.

“I’ll be another half-hour,” you said, “sorry to miss dinner. I’ll warm mine later.”

But one of his hands reached over your shoulder and closed your computer.

“Hey!” you said, looking around at him.

And there it was. That look. The furrowed brow, the crinkled nose and your lower lip pooching out.

Almost by reflex, his left hand tightened around your shoulder. His other hand came to cup your face, angling it harshly upwards and towards him to give him the best possible view.

A lick of fire behind his eyes, tension in his neck and jaw.

“God,” he growled, “you are so fucking cute.”

The hand on your shoulder suddenly grabbed your shirt. He used the grip to pull you to your feet, chin still tightly held in his other hand. Holding you there for the moment, his eyes scanned your face: the pure, clear, soft skin; the way it dimpled and discolored around the hard press of his fingers.

Beautiful.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he said, punctuating the sentence by shaking you, “you know what you do when you give me that look?”

“What look?” you said, hotly.

“That look!” he hissed, turning you so that you were looking directly into his wild face. Petulant; adorable; tantalizingly vulnerable.

He surged forward, bumping your nose with his and tugging at your lips with his teeth. The hand on your shoulder jumped to your head and he balled his fist around the length of your hair. He pulled, slightly too hard to be described as gentle, tilting your head backwards and holding you fast, angled perfectly for his tongue to explore. Taking advantage of this, he deepened the kiss, his teeth hitting your teeth, his tongue laying claim to every square inch of your mouth it could reach.

He growled into your mouth frustratedly before coming up for air, lips swollen, pupils dilated and nostrils flared. He was breathing hard, like he'd sprinted a mile. You felt yourself flush, your body responding to him in delay, in shock at his sudden attack. His fist tightened in your hair, teeth gritting together as he looked at you. Beneath your shirt, you felt your nipples harden,

He backed off, tried to get himself under some degree of control. He put aside the fire in his belly, the writing mass of heated serpents coiling deep in stomach and the tight press of his pants against a throbbing hard-on. He relaxed his fingers with difficulty and tried to give you a reassuring smile.

“Sorry,” he said, “Are you okay? I got carried away there. You’re just…you’re so,” he sighed and shook his head, at a loss for words.

“What am I going to do with you?” he finished, not quite disengaging from you, but backing off enough to be respectful.

Your answer surprised him. Looking directly into his eyes, your brow pinched again into that sour look.

“Anything. I want you to do absolutely anything with me.”

His cock jumped in his pants.

As if pulled forward from the groin, he was on you again. This time, one of his hands squeezed your cheeks together, squishing your lips as he kissed them. With his forward steps, he compelled you backwards too fast for you to keep up with, making you stumble backwards. At this, he lifted you into his arms for the final few steps and threw you bodily onto the bed. He climbed on top of you immediately, pinning you in place with a tight squeeze of his thighs.

He leaned over so that his nose was an inch from yours, his fingers scrunching tightly at the hair above your temples and pulling painfully. When he spoke, all his teeth were visible.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he said, softly, “You realize that? I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

You just looked up at him, eyes telling him that this was more than okay with you. Your pussy was already wet and ready for him to enter you with no resistance. Looking up at Five, looking back at you so aggressively and knowing he was about to brutalize you? Was there a better aphrodisiac?

You bit your lip and he grunted, rutting his crotch into you as he sat up again, removing his own shirt and allowing you to pull off your own.

“So fucking cute,” he whispered, feverishly, still grinding into you as you finished with your shirt.

The moment they were fully revealed, his mouth was at your left breast, sucking a bruise into one and slapping the other with an open hand. He laughed in satisfaction at your little hiss of pain and dug his teeth cruelly into the spot he’d just marked.

The pain made you whimper and jerk your hips upwards into his. His eyes were trained on your face, watching your reactions and chasing them as far as they would go. Though his hair partially obscured his eyes as it slipped out of his neat side part, it couldn’t obscure the piercing, menacing expression there.

Still gently nibbling at the breast between his teeth, he gave the nipple of the other a hard flick and a harsh squeeze between his finger and thumb. As you cried out, he switched his mouth to suck briefly on the newly stinging nipple before taking the swell of this breast into his mouth too. Much like the universe, Five was always a sucker for balance. He again sucked, bit and raised a purple love bite as he slapped your left breast, flicking and pinching at this nipple in its turn. He wanted to be able to look back at you tomorrow, marked with his teeth, and remember this moment.

His roving right hand found its way beneath your skirt, stroking at the crotch of your panties: probably transparent from the soaking you'd already given them. He gave a growling chuckle as he felt the evidence of what he was doing to you.

He raised his head for a better view of your face. Your mouth gaped wide, allowing him to see the saliva glistening on your tongue. Still too fucking cute, still too fucking adorable. Still absolutely, maddeningly, infuriatingly goddamn darling.

Unable to take it anymore, he climbed off you abruptly and grabbed your hips, nails digging into the flesh.

“Turn over. Head down.” he said, pulling you into position and lifting your hips so that your ass is in the air, “Turn your head,” he said, “let me see that face.”

You looked over your shoulder, just able to see Five’s face, suffused with rage and lust which commingled into a stony, burning force. With his eyes locked tight on yours, you heard his zip, the metal-on-metal clink of his belt buckle. The familiar, evocative sound made your pussy gush again. You felt his hands creep up your skirt, flip it up and pull your panties aside. With an intake of breath, his eyes briefly left yours to devour the sight before him.

And he slapped you across both buttocks: hard.

“Ah!” you yelped, indignant and irritated in equal measure.

But, unknowingly, you made the mistake of pulling that face again as he caught your eye.

Five’s lips curled upwards into a snarl, exposing sharp canines beneath.

“Gonna fucking…I’m gonna...”

But words failed him, leaving his cock to state his intent. He took himself into a tight grip and nosed his dick sharply between your legs. He looked into your eyes, darkness filling his yet still looking at you for your confirmation. Looking right back at him, right into the just-restrained aggression, you spoke deliberately:

“Fuck me.”

He let out a breath he’d been holding. He didn’t need telling twice. He poked at your wetness until, with a guttural noise, he slipped in tight and to the hilt, nails digging into your hips with the keenness of his pleasure.

In this position, his cock fit you like a hand in a glove. You couldn’t help but moan as it filled you, its perfect curve hitting you in that sweetest place. He began to thrust with ferocity that left you gasping for air. Though he wasn’t always a gentle lover, this was something else. His fingers pressed into you: flexing, pulling and clawing at the flesh of your hips. It wouldn’t just be your breasts left bruised by the time he was done.

He slammed into you, grip tightening even more as he watched your ass ripple every time his hips collided with yours. You pushed backwards onto him, bouncing your ass and matching him thrust for thrust.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, eyes closed now, neck arching backwards, “you’re so fucking…” he didn’t finish, instead, letting out a moan that sounded more like a whimper.

As he filled you - drilled you, even - the pressure built inside you. You could feel pleasure reverberating from the rough, fevered kneading of his dick against your g-spot, from the rough coupling and way he grunted with every press into you. His hands occasionally left your hips to slap hot, red prints across your buttocks.

Finally, he leaned forward and grabbed you by the shoulders, barely pausing in his harsh, abrupt fucks into you. He pulled you to balance only on your knees, before shifting his fingers inwards so that they pressed lightly around your neck. Using this hold as a brace, he started to slam into you harder than ever.

“Oh shit!” you shrieked, the change of angle and his hands pressing into your throat redoubling the pleasure inside you, “Oh shit, Five!”

Hearing his name drawn out on your lips felt like a prayer of supplication. This, and the walls of your cunt trembling around him as you came was almost the final straw for him.

“Look. at. me.” he said, through teeth ground tightly together.

Mind nearly blank from your ongoing release, your neck nevertheless turned in his grasp, looking over your shoulder to meet his eye. What he saw in yours, you never knew, but the result electrified him.

Though you didn’t think they could, his hips sped up even more, fingers tightening. He didn’t consciously let go, but he must have done, because all his muscles loosened. Growling shouts spilled incoherently from his mouth as hot come spilled explosively from his cock. All you could do was try to stay upright as he desperately rode out every spasm: every electric shock up his dick as it spurted inside you.

Finally, he slowed down, his forehead pressed against your back, his breathing beginning to return to normal. Simultaneously, you both lay on the bed, his softening cock slipping out of you with the movement. He pulled you close to him, his chest pressed against your back, and you let your body melt into his.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, kissing your hair.

You nodded, still too overwrought to speak. He rubbed you softly: the reddened flesh of your buttock and purple bruises from his fingers.

“Do you need anything, cutie?” he said, clearly concerned by your lack of verbal response.

You took another couple of breaths, coming back to yourself.

“What’s for dinner then?” you asked, nonchalantly.

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Welcoming committee (Ben Hargreeves x F reader)

A/n: This isn't one of my best fanfics, but I think it's still good enough to post for y'all so I hope you enjoy it! I might go back and re-write it sometime soon to make it a bit better and repost it later but Happy reading and as usual all likes, comments, follows, and reblogs are appreciated!

Warnings: reader dying, grief, talks of afterlife

Words: 2055

So there I was, laying down on the hospital bed, my breathing ragged, with my mother sitting gripping my hand as if her life depended on it. When in reality it was mine, that depended on it. She was crying, sobbing, as she held my hand between hers with her head bowed as if she was praying. My dad stood behind her glints of teardrops in his eye, but none fell, cause my father never cried, at least not when I was watching, he would let his tears fall once my eyes were closed for the final time, and I was no longer watching him. They would close for the last time, it was inevitable, my fate was sealed in stone. I was doomed to die here in this hospital bed. And I've accepted it, but that's not to say I liked it, I hated it I was too young I was supposed to live a long and happy life, I was supposed to go to college and get married and have kids. But life doesn't always happen the way it's supposed' to, things happen, you get sick and you go to the hospital, and they can't save you. And then you die, that was the next step, and I could feel it was going to be completed very soon. I could feel my heart slowing down, and how it got harder to breathe, I could vaguely hear the heart monitor beside my bed pause for longer and longer between each beep. My mother heard to and this brought on another round of sobs from her, these ones much louder, than the ones before. She gripped my hand tighter, and I turned my head towards her, I squeezed her hand weakly, and smiled slightly.

"I-I l-love-ve yo-ou" I whispered my voice raspy.

"I l-love y-you m-more," My mom said stuttering as she smiled at me.

I sighed contently and closed my eyes, perfect timing... I could still hear everything going on around me, I heard the machine flat line, and my mothers choked sobs as my arm went limp as she grasped it. I heard the doctors and nurses running in to try and save me but their attempts were futile. I wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. I heard one of the doctors shouting clear as they tried to restart my heart. I felt the jolts of electricity but I didn't at the same time. I was aware of everything and nothing at the same time. I heard the doctors apologizing to my mom saying that they couldn't save me. I heard her sobbing louder. But these sounds were distant, and far off, and were fading by the minute.

"Hey, wake up" I heard someone say gently, and I was confused. It was a new voice, one that was unfamiliar to my ears. The weird thing was that this voice sounded closer than all the other voices. "c' mon you just gotta open your eyes" The voice said softly, coaxing me to obey. So I did, I struggled at first but eventually opened my eyes. I blinked a few times to clear my blurry vision and the room cleared. I was still in my hospital room, and my parents were still by my bedside, nothing had changed, my mom was still clutching my hand tightly. And now as I looked towards my father, I finally saw the tears streaming down his cheeks. He was crying. The heart monitor still connected to my arm was a continuous green line on the screen.

"I'm over here" The unfamiliar voice brought me out of my trance and I turned my head towards the direction of the voice. I saw a boy, leaning up against the wall of my hospital room. He had a hood on hiding his face, but I could see just enough of it to tell he was a boy. He straightened up off the wall and walked towards me. I watched him approach me, and surprisingly I wasn't afraid, at least not of him. He stood next to me, and I could see his face fully for the first time. He had a kind face, eyes that looked as if they were smiling even though they had no mouth to smile with, they sparkled with mischief, wit, and humour. But when you looked deeper sorrow, and pain. His face was one that could be easily trusted, and one of a person who was shy, but well-liked by everyone he wished to talk to. He offered his hand to me, I looked at it and reached out to take it. He smiled at me, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and instead seemed to dull the twinkle I saw in them earlier. I gripped his hand tighter as he helped me sit up. This wasn't unusual, sitting up is a normal thing all people do, except this was unusual because I was sitting up, but my body was laying down. My body was still laying down on the bed with my parents crying over it.

"Your soul has been separated from your body" The boy explained, without me even needing to ask the question.

"So I'm dead," I asked, noticing how my voice was no longer the raspy wheeze it was when I was in the hospital bed, and I let go of his hand.

"Essentially yes," He said lowering his eyes avoiding my gaze.

"Oh, ok" I nodded, handling my death surprisingly well. I glanced at the boy "So are you like... Death.... or like the grim reaper.... or god or someone?" I asked eyeing him up and down. "Have you like to come to collect my soul?" I asked again curiously wondering if I was standing before death himself.

"Oh god no, um, I am um" He hesitated as if deciding whether or not to tell me his name, I'm guessing he decided to tell me because a few seconds later he answered. "I'm Ben, Ben Hargreeves" He introduced himself and offered his hand for me to shake it.

"Nice to meet you, Ben, I'm (Y/n), (y/n)(l/n)" I replied shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you (y/n)" He said letting go of my hand, he glanced at the clock on the wall. "we should get going," He said solemnly, glancing over to my parents who were still crying over my dead body. I followed his gaze and stared sadly at them. "I'll let you say goodbye" He murmured, "God knows I wish I got the chance" He mumbled barely loud enough for me to hear. I glanced at him as a frown crossed my face, but he already had his back turned and was walking through the door, to wait outside. I turned back towards where my parents were still crying, my dad, hugging my mom's sobbing and shaking shoulders, and shedding quite a few tears himself. I walked around the bed and tried to touch my mom's shoulder, but my hand just went right through it. I sighed whispering my last goodbyes, hoping that they heard or felt something. Before walking to the door of the hospital room. I turned back once more to take one last look at them before exiting the room. Ben stood on the outside of the door, waiting for me.

"so why are you here Ben?" I asked curiously as to what he was doing here. "Not that I don't enjoy your company" I added quickly so I didn't offend him.

"Well, I am your welcoming committee" He replied, and I nodded my head in understanding.

"Why?" I asked curious to see why a guy would volunteer to welcome a complete stranger to the afterlife.

"You see when I died, I had no one, literally no one, I never knew my real parents, so I didn't know my grandparents or any of my real family" he explained as we walked out the hospital, and I followed wherever he was leading me. "I didn't want anyone else to experience that so I go to as many places as I can and act as a welcoming committee, to those who have recently died," He said reaching up to rub his hand on the back of his neck shyly. I giggled, this guy was a literal angel, so pure and soft. "Yeah, I know, it's stupid" He mumbled, as I giggled again.

"It's not stupid it's sweet..." I smiled at him and he smiled back

"you really think so?" He asked curiously, hope filling his voice.

"yeah I do, but I just have one question," I said pausing

"alright shoot" He glanced up at a street sign to make sure we were going the right way

"why me?" I asked, genuinely curious about his answer.

"you're like me," He replied pausing before he continued. "You were too young to die, so full of life, and you had so much to live for" He spoke passionately, firmly believing in what he was saying. I chuckled as he sighed, "and well I was the same way, too young and full of life, and had dreams of living forever and growing up and having a family..." He trailed off sniffling a little, I looked at his face which was focused intently on the sidewalk. I put my hand on his shoulder, as an act of sympathy, he smiled and wiped his nose. "plus you're really pretty" He added his face turning red like a tomato, as he avoided looking me in the eyes. My face went up in flames.

"t-thanks" I stuttered, avoiding his eyes as well. We walked on in silence for a few more minutes before he stopped walking, and cleared his throat.

"we're here," He said gesturing towards a big house with two gates in front of the wood doors, the black gates had umbrellas on them which I thought strange. Ben opened the gates as well as the door and led me inside.

"what are we doing here Ben?" I said following him through the main hallway and under a giant chandelier

"We are meeting my brother" He answered

"why? and what is this place?" I asked as we entered a room with animal heads mounted along the walls and the portrait of a boy hanging above the fireplace.

"my brother can talk to the dead, and this was my childhood home," He said grasping my hand and pulling me out of the room when I lingered too long looking at a portrait of a family hanging on another wall. I saw a little boy that kind of looked like Ben in the painting before he pulled me away.

"So your brother can talk to us?" I asked in disbelief as he continued holding my hand while leading me up a big staircase.

"yes" He answered, he led me down a hallway to where I assumed his brother's room was and opened the door peeking inside. He stopped inside the door frame but didn't let go of my hand, and so I saw no need to remove it from his. He was looking at a boy around our age, maybe a little older, sitting on the bed knitting with a ball of yarn on his stomach. He cleared his throat to get the boy on the bed's attention. The boy on the bed looked towards Ben and his face lit up.

"BEN YOU'RE BACK!" He squealed in delight before catching sight of me, he raised his eyebrows before looking down and noticing my hand in Ben's. The boy raised his eyebrows even higher and said "well, well well, Benny brought a GiRl with him" He said in a sing-songy tone.

"Shut up Klaus," Ben said, chuckling a little, still not bothering to remove his hand from mine.

"Does Benny Boo have a little ghostie GIRLFRIEND?" The boy I now knew was named Klaus teased dancing around the room, taunting Ben. Ben looked down at the floor clearly embarrassed.

"I wish" Ben mumbled, making me giggle, I made a split second decision, and leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. His face flared up again and he looked at me with wide eyes. I giggled again.

"Awe Benny has a girlfriend," Klaus said squealing in delight, as Ben continued to blush, and smile a little.

--Fin--

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