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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
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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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witchthewriter · 2 years
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𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
↳ female reader, requests are open. Thank you nonny! This idea actually made my heart melt.
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a/n: Klaus is pansexual so if anyone has a problem with a female reader/girlfriend take it up with ... Robert Sheehan! (Also he’s been my crush since I was like 15 ...)
Summary: reader is a writer (hehe) that asks the Hargreeves to recount their stories & various shenanigans to write about. 
・You met through Five. You honestly thought he was a lost school kid, and you were trying to help him. You wouldn’t leave his side until you took him home and that’s when you met the rest of the family. 
・Definitely not believing some of the stories that they tell you... But Diego, Viktor and/or Allison would confirm it
・I think you and Viktor would be such good friends
・Klaus buys you stationary that he think you’d like. He’s very supportive in that way. Once he got you one of those novelty pens that had a hand on the end giving the middle finger
   “Honey! I’m home, where are yo- oh there you are are,” he walks over and leans down, pressing a kiss to your head. Your fingers tap across the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen. 
 The feel of Klaus’ kiss is almost awakening from your ‘writer state,’ as he likes to call it.  
・Sometimes you would ask Klaus if you could record the story, as in him speaking it. And he would absolutely be okay with that. Like there are no boundaries with him... you would definitely set the boundaries for him
・I have no doubt that you wouldn’t manipulate or betray Klaus in anymore. No extortion or black mailing. Like I know some people would do that but you care about him so much
・Having such a confusing relationship to the outside person, but those who know you two understand completely 
・You’re very grounded but also love to have fun
・Asking if you could write a book about them and the truth. Some are hesitant (Allison) while others are all for it. 
・Actually getting emotional about some of the things that the group says. 
・Eventually hating their father as much as they do
・It would take ages to collate the stories into a coherent tale 
・But once you do it’s absolutely amazing 
・Klaus brings you cups of tea or coffee whenever you’re writing
・And I think they would come to you to help whenever they need a sleuth. Like I feel as if you’d be really good at connecting things. You would definitely give them some insight into their life because you mull over their stories for so long
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bowieandqueen11 · 1 year
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Dating Luther Hargreeves Would Include...
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Request: Hello, lovely! I adore your blog and am so sorry to hear about the writer's block. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for dating Luther Hargreeves? I checked your masterlist and I don't believe you've done it before, but if I missed it, please disregard this. I'm sending all the positive thoughts your way! Thank you 💕
Thank you so much kind anon for the lovely words, and I actually cannot believe I haven’t written for space man before! He turned out to be my mum’s favourite in season 3 despite her love for Klaus, which is high praise indeed lmaoo
This is mainly going to cover season one and pre-season one, so if you’d like continuations for each season please do let me know!
This also took quite a while, and I’m nervous to be back aha so any feedback is much appreciated!!
(I do not own the Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @diegodaggers.)
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Kind of only half joking when I say Luther Hargreeves will only go out with you if you’ve been adopted by Reginald soz Luthie boy but you definitely have a type lmao.
The two of you definitely met for the first time at Griddy’s, when the two of you were around sixteen years old: you were sitting by the window of the corner booth, looking out at the sleeting rain as you worked on your literature assignment and waited for your adoptive mom Agnes to finish glazing donuts for the night. You were so heavily concentrated on furiously scribbling your notes that it took your brain a few seconds, and your eyes a few blinks, to realise that a shadow was looming over you. The stifled giggles of the kids you had noticed filling up their usual Friday night spots at the counter when you had wandered on alerted you to the fact that it was probably one of them sent over to make trouble. You were pleasantly surprised, however, to peer up and see the sweet blossom smile of a surprisingly tall boy holding a jam donut in his napkinned hand. 
‘Oh, that’s one of my favourites! Do you mind if I join you? I’ve had enough of being splattered with chocolate sprinkles for one night.’
He turns back slightly to roll his eyes at his siblings, still chattering over their cups of hot cocoa. You tried not to laugh when you spotted one of the boys - the one with his leg haphazardly thrown over the scowling kid’s chair - dunk a marshmallow out of the goop and ping it at said boy’s face. Luther turned back to you just in time to miss the scowling boy throw the last chunk of his donut as his brother’s yelping face with impeccable aim, his smile instead only growing tenfold again as you lifted your legs down from the other cushioned seat and allowed him to scoot in.
He placed his donut between the two of you, uncurling the edges of the napkin and bashfully beckoning at it as if he were inviting you to finish it. For the first time in his life, as he leant over the table with his fists under his hands and all the stars in the universe glowing brightly in his eyes as you talked, he didn’t give an ass about letting his father down. He was too fascinated, too enraptured by you: your openness, your kindness, the way your forehead crinkled and you dipped your head every time you were trying to get your giggles under control. Although he tried desperately not to make you uncomfortable as he followed your every word, he couldn’t help the way his eyes flicked down to your mouth every so often. One by one, the rest of siblings began milling out the door to make the treacherous journey through the storm and back home; Luther would just wave them off, never taking his eyes off of yours. He had found his port here, and for the first time in his life, under the mildew glow of the shop’s hanging lights, he felt normal.
He never wanted it to end.
You’d make a point of stopping by the barriers to their weird, cragged looking sprawl of a mansion if you caught wind that they had ventured into the city on a mission. Managing to butt your way to the front, you squeeze in between a very sweaty looking reporter holding out a microphone, and an incredibly hopeful kid dressed up in their uniform who loomed over the barricade. It took every inch of restraint not to bust out laughing at the leather mission outfit the first time you saw Luther step out in it, but the feeling quickly resided when you peered between a couple of heads and made eye contact with Luther. He seemed to light up immediately: it was almost as if he had been sitting in shadows and the warmth of the sunlight had finally flooded his face as he ran up to you. He immediately locked fingers with your own over the metal, rushing to ask if you were okay and if you were safe, despite being the one staring down the barrel of a gun only twenty minutes ago.
When his father finally tugged him off and snapped his cane at Luther’s heels like he was scolding an uncooperative hound, Luther still turned round to wave at you with each bound up the front door steps. Despite how fervently you were waving back, you didn’t fail to notice the way Allison flicked her hair and rolled her eyes as she walked past you, blocking your view of Luther.
Although he was never fully on board with breaking the rules, even if it was for his ‘soulmate’ as he had so eloquently told Diego (to a fit of snorting laughter), he could live with pretending that you had just magically appeared in the Academy. To try and prove he wasn’t such a love-hating ass, Diego used to haul you up the fire escape and through Klaus’ room, who would smoke a cigarette out his window to keep watch. When you finally reach Luther’s room (after having to quite literally claw Klaus off you as he tried his best to convince you to let him give you a makeover before you ‘go to meet loverboy’), Luther tries his best (bless him) to ‘woo you’ in the way normal teenagers would, should be able to. Sometimes that means he pushes his wardrobe in front of his door to stop his father from coming in, and listening to records (and having to watch his god awful dancing). Although that usually turns into dance parties, with the two of you jumping around the room, Luther grabbing your arms and spinning you around him until it’s interrupted by Klaus and his feather boa landing in the middle of the two of you.
Neither of you have managed to figure out how he got through the door. Luther thinks he can walk through walls, while you swear from the bangs and whimpering noises you can hear from the pipes sometimes that he crawls through the vents to escape the Academy. 
One time, one special time, as soon as you had knocked on his bedroom door Luther had come bounding out. He pressed his long fingers over your eyes and turned your body back round, letting you lean back and rest against his torso as he led you gently up a few flight of stairs. Once you feel a bite of frost scratch at your nose, you finally realise you’re on the roof. With a buoyant ‘voila’ he lifted his hands, allowing you full view of the few wobbly blankets he had stolen from Allison and pitched up in a makeshift fort. Decked out with a few stringed fairy lights, and some sofa pillows, he found himself letting a sigh of relief he didn’t realise he had been holding in when you smiled and clambered into it. As you settled yourself down, it took you a moment to realise that Luther was holding something else in his hand - except for the soda cans he had bartered with Klaus to get. 
You can feel his knee shake and bump where its resting next to yours as he opens up the velvet box and reveals the heart necklace inside, adorned with yours and his initials. His fingers tremble against your pulse point as he clasps it behind your back with a grateful thank you. He swears, as you fiddle with the locket and promise him that you’ll wear it forever, a wave of euphoria washes over him so overwhelmingly that he could fly if he dared to move.
That night is the first time Luther Hargreeves kisses you. For a while, the two of you muddle your way into a clumsy, adolescent kind of affinity. A new kind of understanding, as you manoeuvre yourselves till your lying side by side; his arm is strewn over his stomach, his head resting against the side of yours as he strains his eyes to keep looking over at you. Like, okay, we’ve been lost and confused for a while, but suddenly while I’m with you the strewn fragments of my life suddenly begin to make sense. With tranquillity washing over every relaxed muscle in his body, it takes Luther all of five seconds to decide to interrupt your speaking by hitching up on his elbow and swooping down towards you. For a second, his eyes widen in horror as if he’s finally realised that he’s about to kiss you, and you may run away in revulsion and refuse to ever see him again. With his heart in his throat, he pauses for a second as his nose brushes over the tip of yours, weighing up his decision. The overriding ‘yes, yes, yes’ in his head wins, and he closes his eyes and trusts himself to gently lean down and press his lips tenderly against yours. He’s so soft, so fragile as he pulls back; worry lines his eyes, as if he’s afraid that even with such a delicate pressure his strength has hurt you. It’s only when you tug the lapels of his jacket and let him fall on top of you in a crushing hug that he gets the message that its okay.
And it is. And it will be. Even during the harder days, when seeing you wear that necklace is the only thing that can bring Luther some form of comfort. All those years later, when the two of you have finally grown up - and yet you’re the only one who seems to be well adjusted to living in the real world. The days when you finally have your own flat, your own job, a solid life, and yet you can’t help but still sneak in to see Luther, absolutely devastated that he won’t allow himself to live. But then the accident happens, and he wakes up... and everything feels different, for a while. Still lying on the operating table, you’re thankful for the supportive touch of Grace’s hand on your shoulder as she closes the doors behind her, allowing the two of you the privacy and intimacy you had fought your lives so hard for. You’re roused from where you’re resting, bleary eyed, against his thigh by the slight twitch of his fingers against the side of your locket. At first, you’re confused. But then those same fingers come reaching for your face, and you jump up a few seconds after you feel the back of his cracked knuckles brush against your chin. Even through the veil of tiredness and pain, it breaks your heart to see the concern in those kind eyes as he watches you as intently as he can. You just shake your head and laugh out a sob as you brush over his overgrowing stubble.
Before he’s sent off to the moon, you’re the only person Luther will unlock his bedroom door to see. He spends most of his days with the door barred once more, even asking Grace to leave his breakfasts and dinners outside by the frame. The two of you mainly spend your remaining time together trying your best to huddle up together in his now too small bed: you cradling his head into your chest, and him trying his best to hug you like he used to and letting the wracking sobs overcome him.
When he finally does go, recording video messages about how much he ‘thinks about you constantly’ and ‘loves you more than the whole world’ and how ‘despite how important the mission is for humanity, I’m still counting down the days until I can see you again’ are the only things keeping him sane. That, and the picture of you he strokes his pointer finger against every night before he tries to fall into a restless sleep: the one he made Ben take during your second meeting at Griddy’s. You’re laughing because Luther had just smushed cream into your face, while he has an arm thrown around your shoulder and is too busy smiling down at you to even realise the picture had been taken yet. It’s the only object he owns that he actually cares about, and so he keeps it tucked safely in his breast pocket. 
My man is straight up heartbroken about his father’s death. The one thing that seems to bring him back round is karaoke! You scrounge up and save for a while so you can surprise him at his return with a brand new machine for his room (he only spots it once he’s bear hugged you and spun you around the room, his head buried so deeply against your neck as he breathes you again that he nearly doesn’t see it at all.) You’re thankful that no one else has arrived at the mansion yet, and he’s thankful that he can finally sing without anyone poking fun at him as the two of you spend the night duetting ‘You’re the One that I Want’. When the song ends, he tugs you into his side and dips his chin onto the top of your head, feeling calm and serene and loved for the first time in four years. 
That feeling of peace sadly ends early the next morning when his siblings begin parading back home for the funeral. Suddenly it’s like old times again; they’re all polite to Luther, perhaps a little awkward at the change of him, but they’re all more than glad to see you again. You can tell from the slightly lingering and tight hug Diego leans down to give you, or the way Klaus throws his arms up in the air and squeals when he spots you, before coming and jumping into your arms. Thankfully Luther was lingering behind you and was able to catch the two of you before you skid across the floor. Although he rolled his eyes as he placed Klaus’ feet back onto the floorboards, it’s sweet to know that in some form, his siblings do care. It’s even more obvious by the way they side eye each other each time you grab Luther’s arm to pull him away from a brewing argument with his brother, or when you manage to squidge yourself between him and Diego when you notice them punching a little too close to Ben’s statue for your liking. They’re grateful, in their own ways, to know that the brother they left behind wasn’t alone after all. 
You’ve discovered that the way to bring him back round to himself if he gets all huffy and grumpy is to press kisses all over his face. He kind of paws his hands up as if he’s about to push you off, but he’s peached like a flustered puppy whenever you stop. It doesn’t take long for the pout to come out and for him to grip your wrist and pull you back towards him for a smiling kiss.
Although you tried to be as supportive as you could during his investigation into his father’s monocle... trying to be there for Luther when he discovers that his whole life has been a lie and his dad never really cared about him was rough. He didn’t mean to be so extreme, or so harsh with you, but he pushed everyone away with a heartbroken anger that made you shake with a fury against his family you didn’t think you could feel. You managed to track him down, by the sound of weeping behind the door, to one of the unused bathrooms on the third floor. After a lot of convincing, and some minor threatening, you roped a very frantic looking Diego into picking the door for you. It was hard to swallow your sigh when the door flung open onto the sad scene of Luther trying his best with his clunky limbs to press his knees against his chest. He was just sitting on the floor, cradling himself and crying. You spent a long time that day just sitting down next to him, resting your shin against his like when you were kids to bring him some familiarity, and holding your hand out. You knew that when his hurt, and when his pride had lessened, he would be able to take it. The world seemed so upside down, so different now, but Luther Hargreeves folded into you all the same, collapsing into your side as if you were the only thing the right side up. You try your best to crawl into the side of his coat, and the two of you spend the next couple of hours staying cuddled up against the wall, just holding each other.
Eventually, once a lavender dusk begins to dust over the windowpanes and melts across the tiles, you manage to get Luther out to get some fresh air for a bit. You didn’t go too far considering his current bloodshot eyed-state, but it still broke your heart to realise, as he looked around at the trees and spewing fountains with such wonder, that it was probably the furthest he had been from the house since before the accident. You stop by a bench, thinking the two of you could sit under the milky moonlight for a while before returning to the mayhem, but he surprises you by offering you his hand. With a sorrowful smile, you take it, and allow him to lead your feet on top of his shoes. With the truest smile he’s felt since he left the moon gracing his face at the sight of you tucked up against his chest, he puts his arms tightly around your waist and begins to hum an old love song: one he had listened to on repeat for a whole week after he had first met you, that was now probably collecting dust among the rest of his childhood records. As you slow dance around the pavement, the two of you revel in the knowledge that the world could explode right now, and you would both be content knowing you would go from this world safe in each other’s arms.
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ladymarlin · 2 years
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Random headcannons for the Umbrellas + Sparrows
(Gonna update as I come up with more)
Luther and Sloane have somewhat similar music taste. Now they just associate certain songs with each other
Diego refers to his turtlenecks as "tactilenecks" (and corrects others on this)
Diego got his scar from Luther when they were younger in some sort of competition between them
It took Allison a while to figure out how to actually rumor people, her power being listed off as "reality manipulation"
Klaus would do tasks poorly on purpose so someone else (usually five) would get so irritated with him they do it for him
Lila threw Sloane a really fun Bachlorette party. Allison was also there, but she wasn't really involved
Lila has a very small crush on Sloane
The sparrows have a variety of butters and such bc of food allergies. The only ones who don't have food allergies are Marcus and Christopher
The Sparrows go all out for Halloween
None of the Sparrows are bad singers. They at some point got singing lessons for their album
Marcus genuinely cares about his siblings
Marcus often hides when he's upset bc he's "the strong one"
Marcus worries a lot
Sparrow Ben put his own portrait over the mantle and none of the Sparrows cared enough to argue with him about it
Sparrow Ben put blue streaks in his hair trying to be "rebellious" but no one noticed
Sparrow Ben is lactose intolerant and has a nut allergy
Fei tells her birds everything
Fei is scared of cats
Fei discovered her love of fashion through sunglasses
Fei's something similar to the oldest daughter
Fei's allergic to eggs
Alphonso and Jayme are twins, they're French & Italian
Alphonso was close with Pogo
Alphonso listens to Elton John
Alphonso used to get a bunch of surgeries up until he was 25 and they started giving Reginald pills
Alphonso has food allergies he just ignores them
Alphonso's allergic to a bunch of different fruits and vegetables
Sloane's treated as the youngest, but not the spoiled brat youngest, the really nice kind
Sloane is lactose intolerant
Jayme used to be really close with Grace when she was younger until ben made fun of her for it bc she's a robot
Jayme's like, a reptile lady or something
Jayme has a sweet tooth
Jayme and Alphonso would both be the middle children
Jayme doesn't do very good in cooler temperatures
Jayme has a seseme allergy
Christopher has the best party music
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multifandomfix · 2 years
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The Handler Being Protective Of You Would Include
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When The Handler first decides to protect you, it’s for her own needs. She probably thinks you could be useful to her.
Over time, when things don’t go according to her plan, she still finds herself protecting you. Mostly just hiding you away, keeping you safe for when she still thought you’d be needed.
But then she was protecting you for you. She spent time with you periodically, and though she hadn’t realized what was happening, you became more than a means to an end for her.
You were becoming the one person she found herself starting to get close to. And whatever happened she didn’t want to lose you anymore. So her protection, in a way, was still selfish, but with more care behind it.
She’d watch over you as often as was possible for her and felt the need to make sure you were safe. If anyone came close to you she’d be on guard and make them regret it if they bothered or hurt you in any way.
For anon
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The Handler: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @spacememez, @gothtrash6969, @chaotic-mushroomz, @somelonelywriter
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Alphabets for Requests
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(Alphabets under rules/cut)
Rules for Alphabet Requests
For 1 character, you can choose one whole alphabet (fluff or nsfw) or 10 from each.
For 2-3 characters, you can choose 10 from one, or 5 from each.
For 4+ characters, you can choose 5 from one, or 3 from each.
If you request an nsfw alphabet and you are a minor, you will not receive your request and you will be blocked.
Same thing if you request nsfw for a character and I have stated that I will not do anything nsfw for (BEN Drowned, any of the TMNT, any of the HP characters, Five and Ben Hargreeves, any of the Blue Exorcist characters) then you will not receive your request and you will be blocked.
Fluff Alphabet
A - Attraction
What they look for in a partner, their type
B - Bonding
What activities they do to bond with their partner
C - Cuddling
How they feel about it, who the big/little spoon is
D - Dates
What a romantic night looks like for them
E - Emotion
How emotional they are in the relationship
F - Family
If they want children and how many if so
G - Gift Giving
What gifts they bring their partner, what gifts they like receiving
H - Harsh
How often you get into arguments, who tries fixing things first
I - Injury
How they cope when their partner gets hurt, how they care for their partner if able, if they want their partner to take care of them if they were injured
J - Jealousy
How jealous they get, how they handle it
K - Kisses
Their favorite place to kiss you, their favorite place to be kissed
L - Love Language
What their love language is
M - Marriage
If they want to get married or not
N - No
Dealbreakers, what can and will break the relationship apart
O - Oddity
Their weird quirks or habits
P - Pet Names
What they call you, what they like to be called
Q - Question
What common questions they ask you
R - Risk
How far they are willing to go for you
S - Shh
What/how many secrets they hold
T - Tunes
What song you associate with your relationship
U - Upset
What it's like when one is upset, how you cheer each other up
V - Valentine
How the holiday is spent
W - Warrior
How they feel about you fighting/working along with them
X - X-Ray
How well they can read you
Y - Yearn
How they cope with separation, if they struggle at all
Z - Zzz
What it's like to share a bed with them
NSFW Alphabet
A - Aftercare
What they're like after sex
B - Body Part
Their favorite body part of yours
C - Cum
Basically anything to do with cum
D - Dirty Secret
Dirty secret of theirs
E - Experience
How experienced they are
F - Favorite Position
Pretty self explanatory
G - Goofy
How serious or non-serious they are during the moment
H - Hair
How well groomed they are, if the carpet matches the drapes
I - Intimacy
How they are in the moment, romance-wise
J - Jack Off
Masturbation headcanon
K - Kink
One or more of their kinks
L - Location
Their favorite place to fuck
M - Motivation
Their turn ons, what gets/keeps them going
N - No
Something they wouldn't do, turn offs
O - Oral
Their preference in giving/receiving, how skilled they are, etc.
P - Pace
How their pace is, fast and rough, slow and sensual?
Q - Quickie
Their opinion on quickies instead of proper sex, how often, etc.
R - Risk
If they take risks, if they'd experiment, etc.
S - Stamina
How many rounds they can go, how long they can last
T - Toy
If they own toys, if they use toys on their partner or themselves
U - Unfair
How much they like to tease
V - Volume
How loud they are, what sounds they make
W - Wildcard
Random headcanon
X - X-Ray
What they've got going on under their clothes
Y - Yearning
How high their sex drive is
Z - Zzz
How quickly they fall asleep afterwards
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officiallydriedkelp · 2 years
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So Diego speaks Spanish on multiple occasions in the series, but that makes me wonder, when did he learn that? Like, I doubt Reginald made any opportunities for the umbrellas to connect with their ethnic/cultural heritages. Which brings me to the conclusion that Diego must've learned it himself after moving out of the academy.
Imagine, if you will, all day Diego goes around punching bad guys in the face and then in the evening he goes and takes spanish classes at the local college
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clarencethemouse · 2 years
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Alphonso Hargreeves Relationship Headcanons
every single one of the Sparrows are severely underrated and I am here to remedy that :)
it gets a wee bit NSFW in the middle, but only for a few bullet points
this man fakes so much confidence
up front he seems so self assured and confident, but it doesn’t take long into knowing him for you to discover just how fake that facade is
he’s incredibly insecure about the way his physical form has deteriorated over the years. If he thinks about it as something borne of saving the city from crime and contributing to the Sparrow Academy, it helps. It helps give him a feeling of purpose
and you aid him through these thoughts, RIGHT ???
all this being said, if you have one micrometer of insecurity about any portion of your body be prepared to be worshipped
be prepared
once he gets going he will not stop unless he can feel it from you
wink 
I’m sorry he wants sex all the time
not so much as to become a nymphomaniac, or to disregard if you have boundaries. But if you’re both good with it, and there is always mutual consent, Alphonso will not hesitate to screw you every damn night
he can’t keep his hands off of you
but this doesn’t mean he’s a big fan of PDA
he would love to constantly be touching you and letting the entire damn world know whose you are
but they stare
it’s better off he feels - one one hand - if these affection is left for private. Once they start staring at him they stare at you
and he will not hesitate to punt anyone who demeans you across the country
but on the other hand, he doesn’t care. He got this lovely person. This one! Anyone who has a problem can answer to Jayme
it’s a never ending internal conflict, one you often times have to decide for him
he loves it when you do such ^^
if you don’t like Jayme, then sorry. He can’t have you anymore
Jayme has to approve of you before anything can happen. It’s a rule
this man loves horror movies
don’t ask me why
but he loves to watch them with you. Ideal date night: on his bed in front of the television, one pepperoni pizza and six pack of beer between the two of you
he is overjoyed when you flinch and curl against him, cause he can protect you from the scary movie psychos, and is reassured that he can do more in the world than inflict damage and pain on others
now ALL of the above being said, I don’t think he states his love very often
you had to pop the big three words first
and the guy probably responded with “cool”
not cause he didn’t care about the confession, but are you gonna sit here and tell me you think he ever received positive affirmations from his father? The people around him? no
so how does he respond immediately? “cool”
this sparks a spat
you’re a little hurt, understandably, and walk away. If you weren’t in a position to simply walk away, you slap him
a fight ensues
it’s simmered down by an explanation on his behalf, and a moment to collect his thoughts and confess his complicated relationship with his feelings for you
but those feelings definitely are real and serious
never doubt it
he will make you believe he loves you one way or another
also be prepared for a lot of spats. Alphonso is a very opinionated individual
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Robin
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agentbluefox · 2 years
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what's your vision for stone by Jaymes young w five? I'm not sure how to slot him into the narrative in my mind
Alright so this one, I play around with the lyrics a little. “your father came and went like the ocean tide” would obviously be Reggie. Five’s relationship with his father is something that deserves its own post. But basically, Five’s whole life/character arc was set off by his desire to prove something both to himself and to Reginald. Reginald, who never really cared in the first place. He ‘cared’ when it was convenient to him. And that first line just give me the same feeling of, not just Five, but all the umbrella’s wanting to see Reggie as their father but him just... not fitting the bill. He came and went. Always there but never fitting the role of the father they needed.
“Checking your pulse just to feel it beat” This line (and the ones preceding and following it) remind me of Five in the apocalypse. Especially early on, needing some reassurance that he’s still here, he’s still alive and he needs to stay that way so he can get back to his family someday. The pulse point is something that I include in fanfic a lot. Both feeling his own pulse and feeling the pulses of his siblings because it’s a tangible sign of life; proof that he’s alive, that they’re alive.
“Looking for a stone just to keep the peace” This one is Dolores. Which in turn, is himself. Five is very self-reliant but also... not. He had to create an entire alter ego just to remain somewhat sane in the apocalypse. Dolores was the thing that kept him sane in most other areas; his stone. But looking beyond Dolores, because Dolores IS Five, he’s spent his whole life relying on himself to keep going, to keep himself going. It’s rare that he truly panics and while I don’t think he’s peaceful, he does appear very... resilient, very driven and focused. He is his own stone and his own touchpoint because nothing else in his life lasts long enough to be a constant for him. (Though I would say his family is also a stone or touchpoint of sorts. they’re what he’s worked to get back to for so long)
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best-funeral-ever · 2 years
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Hello!!
I am opening requests for Umbrella Academy writings! It's been about 3 years ehe (I'm not joking I've had writers block for 3 years send help)
I take any and all characters, on all genres except smut (I am a minor), and all writing types (drabbles, oneshots, headcanons, etc.)!
Forgive me if I take some time to respond, if the 3 year art block didn't hint it, I'm not too great with staying motivated! But I promise, I will most likely get back to you. :]
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ladymarlin · 2 years
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A collection of Jayme headcanons bc I have so many
She's poikilothermic (or "cold blooded") she doesn't do too well in cooler temperatures, so she wears hoodies most of the time. Her room is also hot (to most people, not to her though)
She used to be really close with Grace similar to the way Diego was, but at some point when she was like, 12-14 Ben pointed out that she was "just a robot" and made her feel really bad about it.
She used to have braces and long hair, like, waist length hair.
SHE'S A LESBIAN
She likes sweets. Her and Alphonso snack together a lot and she's usually ends up eating all the candy. There's a stash somewhere in her room but nothing that can melt since it gets kinda hot in there.
Her and Reggie don't get along. He was always harder on her during training bc of her power, and she hated it. The thing with Ben almost killing her just made things worse and there's probably similar things that have also happened.
She also listens the least out of all the sparrows, kinda just doing whatever she wants. Marcus doesn't mind as much, it's more of an "I'm annoyed at my sister" vibe, but Reggie hates it.
She's actually pretty close with Sloane, she's her second favorite of all her siblings (Alphonso being first ofc)
Ben is her least favorite, they actually argue quite a bit.
She's generally just not a very expressive person. Any genuine expression from her is rare. She's very hard to read
She can kinda tune in to people's hallucinations.
Her and Alphonso are twins
In a larger amounts, her venom can cause nightmares instead of dreams and in an even larger amount, can work as poison. She doesn't like using larger amounts though bc it feels weird
Sometimes she bites people
She likes chewing on things
On occasion she smokes
She doesn't like skirts or dresses
She's plays instruments. Usually guitar or violin, anything with strings she's great with
Her and Alphonso would party a lot when they were younger
She doesn't like storms
If she goes too long without using her venom she has to flush it out or it'll start leaking from her mouth
Because of her harsh training she often suffered from exhaustion
Her power is a bit of a sore spot for her
She can see in the dark
She's always been very quiet
She can go a very long time without blinking
She can grow scales if her skin dries out, but it's only ever happened like, once on a very long mission.
She's accidentally spat venom on people as a reflex
She's allergic to seseme
She cuts her hair a lot bc it grows quickly
Sometimes when she yawns she accidentally spits venom
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nickeverdeen · 3 months
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how about headcannons for a sunshine reader with five? Like how would five react if they saw them sad for the first time even though they're always pretty happy?
I’m so sorry that it’s this short, I just don’t know much about this stuff even though I tried to look it up (sunshine reader)
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Five x sunshine reader who cries in front of him for the first time
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Five Hargreeves, known for his stoic and no-nonsense demeanor
Yet he finds himself in a completely new territory when faced with his sunshine-like lover shedding tears in front of him
Initially caught off guard, Five's sharp eyes soften, and he instinctively moves closer
His usual walls momentarily crumbling as he realizes the gravity of the moment
Five might not be the most emotionally expressive, but he has a subtle understanding of comfort
He wordlessly offers a handkerchief or tissue, his actions conveying a rare sense of tenderness
Despite his pragmatic nature, Five finds himself quietly asking:
"What's wrong?"
His tone, though still matter-of-fact, holds a touch of concern that is both surprising and genuine
As his sunshine love opens up about their emotions, Five listens attentively, absorbing every word
His ability to analyze situations extends to understanding the complexities of human emotions, and he navigates the conversation with a surprising degree of empathy
Five may not be one for grand gestures, but he subtly adjusts his approach, making an effort to be more attuned to his lover's emotional needs
Whether it's offering a comforting touch or just sitting in companionable silence, he adapts to the situation
Over time, Five's understanding deepens, and he learns to appreciate the strength it takes for his sunshine baby to express vulnerability
He becomes a reliable anchor for them, a source of support that contrasts with his usual aloof exterior
The first time his sunshine lover cries in front of him becomes a pivotal moment in their relationship, strengthening the connection between them
It marks a subtle shift in the dynamic, showcasing the depth of understanding that exists beyond the surface-level complexities of their lives
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ashdreams2023 · 3 months
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The new Umbrella Academy season is coming out and we need some Five content with his new look 😍. Anything okay including hurt/ comfort and fluff.
God why am I so slow nowadays but yes of course I love five 😩✋
Five hargreeves x reader
Better
He sat sipping on his hot cappuccino sitting on his table outside the cafe, it was still far from lunch break for employees and he was enjoying the emptiness of the place.
"Hello stranger" Ah it seems like like the quietness has gone all of a sudden, he looks up through his sunglasses and smirks lazily at you.
"You’re late" he says.
You tilted your head "And you changed…how long has it been?" You sat down across from him.
"Three years" He sipped on his cup "I didn’t know what you’ll like so I didn’t order anything for you"
"Three years ha? You’re taller now…also I like the new hairstyle, suits you more than the side bang" you chuckled. He sighed and looked at you, really looked at you.
"I would be lying if I said I haven’t missed your awful teasing" He says cooly.
"You also ditched ditched the shorts for good it seems I thought you were loyal to those things and the long pants were just a bit phase"
Five clicked his tongue "Don’t tempt me I still have a pair stocked away"
"No! The horror of skinny exposed knees!"
"Shut up"
"Love you too"
Eventually you two ordered lunch, the place buzzed with life shortly after, you couldn’t help but admires the changes, if someone had told you this is how he’ll look in a few years you would’ve laughed in their face.
Five, your only five now not dressed as some retired middle age man nor in a school uniform, but now in a nice tailored vest with longer hair that actually looked stylish and not annoyingly gelled.
"Liking the view?" He said in a sarcastic tone.
"Maybe…maybe I want to see what else has changed while I was gone" You smirked playfully resting your cheek on the middle of your palm.
He rubs his tongue around his mouth then pushes his plate away and leans closer on the table "Wouldn’t you like to know?"
"Would you like to show me Mr hargreeves?" You bit your lip leaning closer to him.
Five licked his from upper teeth then leaned back on his chair before grabbing his beverage and chugging it in one go "I haven’t seen you in three years and the first thing you want to do is ruin my look? How classical of you"
You shrugged "can’t blame me can you?"
He sighed before reaching his hand to yours "I missed you" he says bringing your knuckles to his lips "I missed us, I missed seeing your face, hearing your voice and being with you everyday" your heart raced with longing, it was the same for you, you’ve missed him so much but this was a new life, he needed his freedom before going back to you.
"Do you think we can still be the same?" You asked with desperation in your tone.
Five shook "not the same as before but better, better than we can ever imagine…it’s weird saying this after being this old"
"It’s ok old man, I still love you"
"Does that mean I’m given permission to take you back home?"
"Absolutely, but I want dessert first"
"You and your priorities"
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