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Up After Hours // Number Five X Reader

A/N: Hey loves! I just wanted to say thanks to all the people who have submitted requests for fics and I can’t wait to do them all! And thank you for getting my ‘Peter Parker X Reader’ to over 100 notes! It was such a shock to me and I love you all for getting me there! So your reward is this terrible fanfic.

Also! This takes place before Five “disappears” and goes missing. So Five is just his regular 13 year old self. Five might act a little OOC but probably not much?? I’m still kinda learning how to write his character right.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: Yes // Hii i hope u having a good day c: Could you do an imagine with Five? I’m not sure about what plot but maybe something like friends to lovers but fluffy one can it be? And excuse my English pls :’l

Warnings: Cussing, little mention of blood, FLUFF ALL AROUND

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Your Saturday nights would usually consist of you either reading a book, or listening to some records, and most often sleeping until the next morning. It never felt lonely to you, it was nice having some time to relax and have time to yourself for a while.

It wasn’t much different for this night. You stayed in your room, which you had to yourself, and read a series of books that you probably wouldn’t finish till the early morning. It was already past midnight, your window proved it by showing the vast void of darkness beyond it.

It was right now in the middle of winter, early December and it was already snowing outside. And while your window tried to keep you warm, the coldness still managed to peer its way into your room. The number of blankets increased with each hour, but sadly, none seemed to help you with your problem.

“Damn this cold...” You muttered to yourself, shivering.

Much like the other children that was mysteriously born on the same day as you, you had powers. You could control electricity and move between the currents of wires. It was a special ability, but your power could do nothing to give you heat, making it utterly useless at the moment besides helping you turn off the light on and off.

Your blankets wrapped around you almost completely, making you look like you some type of burrito or caterpillar. Growing frustrated, you held yourself in your blankets and buried your nose in your book.

It wasn’t just the cold that bothered you, your thoughts pestered you as well. You were stuck on a certain page in the book and having to reread it over and over again. Your thoughts wouldn’t leave you alone, bothering you to an extent that you almost went insane.

What were your thoughts about? Your best friend and practically brother, Number Five, just Five to be short. Why were you thinking about him? Because you may have the largest tiniest crush on him.

You’ve known Five for years, growing up together at the Umbrella Academy since your ‘father’ adopted you both. The two of you were inseparable, always running around the hallways if you weren’t training your powers. If you were both in a room together alone, it would be chaotic.

It started out as a strange feeling. One day when you were about eight years old, you both were playing tag in the hallways (Five obviously winning since he can move through time and space), when you fell down trying to chase him.

When you fell to the floor, you ended up scraping your right knee onto the carpet. It stung and you remember you started to tear up a bit before Five came to help you.

“(Y/n)!”

Your eight year old self sat on the floor, hugging your right knee as you started to cry. It wasn’t as bad as wounds you’ve gotten before, but the scrape stung and started to bleed a little bit. Five saw tears were forming in your eyes so he stood up.

“Wait here.” Then he flashed out of the hallway, leaving you alone.

You trusted Five with your life, so all you did was sit there and wait. A few minutes go by, and Five reappeared back in front of you carrying a bandaid. He got onto his knees and opened the bandaid to put onto your wound. Five finished putting it on and looked up at you.

“There! Good as new! Or...before.”

He flashed his charming smile, showing off his beautiful dimples. Wiping the small tears from your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

That was the day you figured out you liked him.

You lightly smiled at the memory. It was a nice thing for him to do, considering Five never really had some physical contact with anyone besides you. At least from what you know.

Growing up with Five over the years caused you to realize sometimes. Five didn’t like talking about his feelings. He wanted to show no weakness in him and prove himself to your father. Five didn’t like physically touching people, although, he usually made an exception for you if you needed need it. And in some cases, Five would need a hug from you as well.

Five several times told you that he was ready to travel through time, but you never really saw it as a good idea. But his determination usually got the best of him.

“Come on (Y/n), don’t you trust me?!”

Five threw his arms in the air, flabbergasted that you weren’t supporting him.

“I trust you with my life, Five. But I just don’t want anything to go wrong. What if you see something you aren’t supposed to see? Or what if you get stuck?” Your face remained a calm but worried expression.

“I won’t get stuck, I promise. I am going to prove myself to you and dad that I can do this!”

That was the day you realized you fell in love with him.

His dedication of wanting to prove himself to everyone was almost inspiring to you. You loved how he was cocky, but still careful at the same time. You cared so much for the boy, it was almost so hard to not fall for him.

Shaking your head away from the memory, you tried to focus yourself back into your reading. But once again, the cold started to poke at you.

You shivered in your blankets and rubbed your hands together for an electric spark to try to get the slightest chance of warmth from it. Unfortunately, there was nothing. Sighing in defeat, you leaned back in your bed and closed your eyes for a moment.

“Can’t get warm?” A voice said from the door.

You jumped up in surprise at the voice, jumping out of bed with resulted you in dropping your book, stretching your hands out to the stranger and ready to attack. Even though you didn’t look that much of a threat, considering you were still wearing your natural white pajamas with the ‘Umbrella Academy’ symbol on it.

But the person with the voice ended up being Five, who was leaning up against your room’s doorway. You left out a big breath of relief, calming yourself.

“Jesus Christ, Five. You scared me half to death!” You yelled at him, causing the boy to smirk a bit.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” You raised an eyebrow of doubt at him so he put his hands up in a form to show surrender.

“Not my fault that you’re so easy to scare.” Five laughed a bit.

Although you were a bit annoyed with him, you mirrored a smile back.

He stepped into your room so you could see a full view of him. He was still wearing his uniform, which made him look super good in. Five had his hands in his shorts pockets (you still questioned why he wore shorts in the middle of winter) and his demeanor expressed a cocky and risky attitude. The same cocky attitude you fell in love with in the first place.

You swore you almost drooled at the handsome sight of him. You finally brought yourself back to reality and looked at the boy you loved with a confused face.

“Why are you still up and walking around? You could get in trouble.” You questioned.

You picked up your book that you dropped on the floor and went back to your spot on your bed. Setting it aside, you looked to him.

Five sighed and sat next to you on the bed, switching glances from you and his hands. It was odd to see him like this, it was as if he was almost nervous about something. But what was he nervous about?

“I...honestly have no idea.” The dark haired boy confessed.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words.

“You don’t know why you came into my room?” Five nodded.

“I couldn’t sleep. So I started to walk around when I found myself at your door. It was as if my feet just dragged me here.” Suddenly, the space/time traveler looked to you.

“What about you? How come you’re still up?” He asked. You grabbed the book from your side and held it out to him.

“I was reading. I do this every Saturday night. Well, technically every night that I get a break.” You showed him the cover of the book, and he looked at it in fascination.

“Is it good?” Five wondered.

‘Why was he asking these things? He’s usually not that interested in anything I show him.’ You pondered in your head.

“W-Well yeah...” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. You tucked away a loose hair that fell into your face behind your ear.

“What’s it about?”

Resisitng every sudden urge to tell him everything about what you thought of the book, you put the book back aside and stared at him. The loose strand of hair fell again and you blew it back, even though it did nothing.

“Why are you asking me these questions?” You questioned your best friend.

Suddenly, the boy sitting in front of you looked as if he some child who had just gotten caught trying to steal some cookies. Five quickly gained back his confident demeanor and looked at you with a fake sad expression.

“What? I can’t be interested in the books you read? I’m quite offended you don’t think I’m not into books!” Five dramatically put a hand on his chest, to which you rolled your eyes at.

You crossed your arms, looked at him with a skeptical face and leaned back in your pillow.

“No. You’re never into any of the books I show you and read. Let alone ask questions about them.”

You leaned forward towards him and Five slowly leaned backwards away from you, looking shy for a moment.

“Why are you asking me about my books?” You asked until the strand of (h/c) hair fell into your face again, and you resisted groaning out loud in annoyance.

Just when you were about to tuck the loose hair behind your ear again, Five leaned forward back to you and tucked it himself. Your face immediately turned a crimson red and you looked down in embarrassment.

Although you couldn’t see it, there was a slight grin on the dark haired boy’s face. After finishing tucking away the hair, his hands trailed down the side of your head to under your chin.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that?” Five confessed.

Still looking down at your bed, you scoffed.

“Is that the best line you got?” You challenged him.

You instantly shut your mouth after you realized what you said. You could already hear the smirk forming on his face.

“Nope. But I got something even better.”

You were just about to ask what it was when you felt two fingers lift your head up so you could meet Five’s hypnotizing eyes. He closed his eyes and quickly leaned in, closing the small space between you two. Five’s lips met yours and you were still trying to comprehend the situation.

Never the less, you closed your eyes and pulled him closer to you, wrapping your hands around his neck, and Five grabbing your cheeks. The feeling of his soft lips against yours felt like heaven, if you weren’t already in it.

The lovingly kiss was short lived, but it was the best moment of your life. When you both pulled away, you wanted to whine at the loss of his lips. Five leaned his forehead against yours, his hands holding your face and smiled widely. Your head was a bit fuzzy from the moment you shared with your best friend. You still kept your hands wrapped around his neck.

“Was that better?” You giggled at his question.

“Definitely.”

Suddenly, the familiar rush of freezing cold air flew through you, making you shiver in the boy’s arms. Five noticed and held you tighter in his arms.

“Wait a second.” Five whispered to you before flashing away.

A minute later, your crush appeared back in your room, wearing his sleep clothing. He climbed back into your bed, pulling the covers over the both of you and held you in his arms in a spooning position with you as the little spoon.

“I hate feelings and I especially hate talking about them. You obviously know that,” Five started as he brushed your hair a bit. “But I think I’ve fallen for you, (Y/n).”

You nuzzled your face into his chest and smiled to yourself.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you too, Five.” You replied back to him.

You could feel the grin on his face forming. Five kissed the top of your head and you turned off the night in your room with the snap of your fingers.

Until you fell asleep in your love’s arms, you were unable to keep the grin off your face for the rest of night.

A/N: Tell me if you wanna be tagged in my Umbrella Academy stories!

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