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My Five H. Fics

Retired [Smut]

Ticking [Requested, Fluff, Ramble]

Platter [Requested, Angst, Jealousy]

Unheard Of [Commission AU, Smut, Slowburn]

Mr.Jackson [Requested, Fluff]

Petal [Requested, Fluff, Ramble]

Popstar Headcannons [Requested, Popstar AU!]

Task Finder [Requested!, Commission AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst if you squint]

[1-imaginary-girl]

Annoying

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: It’s no secret Five finds you annoying. In fact, he frequently tells you this. Maybe he even goes too far. But when someone else insults you, Five realizes that only he’s allowed to do that. Reader is gender neutral.

Warnings: Hurtful comments said to the reader

Word Count: 3500

A/N: I’m alive! So long story short, I lost the motivation to write for a while which caused my spontaneous hiatus. I honestly wasn’t sure if I would post anything again. But then, I rediscovered comfort in writing, especially when it’s about my best boys. 

My posting from now on may be a bit sporadic as I’m back in school but I do intend to keep posting.

Anyway, here’s my favourite grumpy boy as a treat!

Five Hargreeves had gotten used to working at the Commission. He still hated every second of it: the job, the people, the killings. But he had adapted, just like he had in the apocalypse, and had fallen into a familiar routine that made the situation easier to swallow. He had finally accepted his job and made peace with it. That is, until you came along.

You also work at the Commission as a field agent and until recently, Five didn’t even know of your existence. Then one day, you came into his office and tried to chat with him. He was bewildered of course and told you to get the hell out of his face. But his rude words didn’t deter you. Instead, you asked him if he wanted to be your partner in the field. Again, Five was shocked and told you absolutely not. Unfortunately, you don’t seem to take no as an answer.

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[unpoqu1todetodo]

Are We Breaking Up - Diego Hargreeves

Headcanon: You and Diego are fighting and he thinks it will lead to a breakup 

You guys have never argued like this

He was having a really bad day. Before the argument started he was ranting about Luther. It was always something about Luther and his monkey brains.

“He just thinks he’s better than everyone else. Just because he’s number one” he mocked “sometimes I wish he was dead”

“Diego don’t say that, you don’t mean it. let’s just have a nice dinner so you can calm down.” you tried to lull your boyfriend but your attempt made him even more mad.

He lost it. at the moment he couldn’t understand why you were defending Luther. isn’t like one main rules of relationships if you hate someone your significant other has to hate them as well

“WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM. EACH TIME I GET INTO A FIGHT WITH HIM YOU ALWAYS DEFEND HIM! YOU MIGHT AS WELL DATE HIM SINCE YOUR ALWAYS ON HIS DICK.”

He knows you hate yelling. It triggers all of your past trauma. but he was so clouded with anger he forgot.

you tried your hardest to keep your composure but you just couldn’t. “Diego you promise. You would never yell at me no matter how angry you are. And here you are yelling at me and then assuming I want to be with Luther. When all i’ve done these past couple of months was show you nothing but love and support.” It was hard to speak while choking down your sobs. “I won’t allow anyone to yell at me that way.”

You started to grab your things and made your way to the door. Before leaving you looked back. Diego sat on his bed with his head down. you heard him quietly crying. it broke your heart but you just couldn’t stay.

The next couple of days were hard. You felt lifeless. constantly worried about diego. You were pulled out of your thoughts when klaus called you.

“Hi Klaus i’m not really in the mood right now. Can we talk later?” You just hoped he would just let you be, but of course he didn’t. “Please don’t tell you’re still moping over knife boy honey. Let me come over tonight let’s relax i’ll even steal money from Allison to buy sushi and sake.” you couldn’t help but smile. Klaus has always been there for you and he was the best person to be around when sad. “You know what Klaus, you’re right I can’t keep moping around. can you come by 9?” all you heard was Klaus cheerfully clap. “Yes honey! I’ll be there!”

At exactly 9 you hear a knock at your door. “Could klaus actually be on time for once.” You chuckled to yourself.

When you opened the door, it was him. But it didn’t look like him. He was wearing black basketball shorts and black tank top that need to be ironed desperately. He looked like he hasn’t even showered since the day to left. He looked sick. He looked like he hasn’t eaten or drank anything in days. But there he was at the door with a forced smile plastered on his face, holding a platter of sushi and a bottle of sake.

“Diego what are you doing here. You’re supposed to be klaus.” You opened the door wider to give him space to come in.

“I um- I overheard your conversation with klaus - I um- I begged him so I can come instead” He walked into your apartment and placed the the food on your kitchen island. Then proceeded to also jumped on the island and took a seat there.

“Well i guess that’s okay. Diego you look sick. Are you okay?” you moved your hand to check his forehead temperature and he flinched. The number two, mister knife boy himself flinched.

All you can do was look at him. And all he could do was look back. What felt like years of you guys looking at eachother was probably just mere seconds.

“Are-are-are y-you going to-to b-b-break up-p with m-m-me.” It broke your heart to him stutter. Over the years he has gotten really good with his pronunciation and only stutter when in under great stress. He was deeply embarrassed that he stuttered so much. Once he finished the sentence he put his head down.

He looked like a puppy with their tail between their legs. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. These past couple of days were hell. You missed his horrible cooking, his obnoxiously loud singing in the shower. You even missed the spanish subtitles that were always on the screen when you guys watched tv together because he refuses to have them in english.

You moved your way over to him. You place your thumb and your index finger on his chin and you lifted up his face so that you guys were now looking eachother dead in the eyes. He had tears in his eyes and you were genuinely surprised that you kept your composure for so long.

”Mi amor” once you said those two words it relaxed him immediately and made his face light up. “Were not breaking up, it hurt me immensely that you broke your promise and yelled at me in such a way. But that doesn’t mean  I love you any less” You stood on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Before your lips reached his face, he placed both hand on your face to stop you. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you (y/n).” He has calmed down tremendously by now. His stutter is long gone which brought a huge smile to your face.

“I will never yell at you again princess. And if I break my promise you can grab any of my knives and stab be till I bleed out.” He knows you’ll never do such a thing but it was a nice joke to break the tension.

With his hands still on your face he pulled you in for a well deserved kiss.

With a new found energy and excitement coursing through diego’s veins he jumps off the counter.

“Okay princess let’s drink this whole bottle of sake and then have amazing makeup sex”

You had no idea how you got so lucky to be with knife boy but you thank the stars that you’re with him.

“I love you too, D”

[thehandl3r]

Klaus: *points to a board that says ‘dying’*

Klaus: Do you know what’s worse than dying.

Klaus: *rips off piece of paper above the word ‘dying’ so it says ‘your children dying’*

Reginald: *gasp* my children-

Klaus: No.

[its-five-o-clock]

Can you do fluff number 10 and 13 for Five?

Oblivious  - Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

Prompt: 

10. “Are we on a date right now?”

13. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Warnings: none

a/n: It’s been a while! Trying to get back into writing, or at least completing the prompts that were sent in. Continue to send them in! This was a prompt I had begun writing over a year ago and I just recently finished, so I apologize for any inconsistencies I may have missed.  Enjoy!

Word Count: 1051

Prompt List - Send Me Some! - Masterlist

The wind swirled around you as you hurried down the street. You tucked your book bag under your arm as you pushed on the door of your favorite café. 

The mere sight of it began to warm up your chilled form. The room was full of mismatched armchairs complete with colorful pillows and hand-knitted throw blankets. Between every few chairs were small wooden tables, the perfect size to place delicate china cups filled with coffee and a book or laptop. Everything about the place screamed cozy. 

The small bell on the door jingled to alert the staff of your presence. Your favorite barista, Aria sent you a smile before returning back to work. Rather than go straight to ordering a drink, you chose to make your way to the best spot in the whole place. 

Tucked away in the back corner of the shop there was a table for two. It was close enough to the window that you could glance out of it for inspiration, but far away enough to provide privacy from the bustling people on the street. It was also home to your favorite seat: a stunning velvet red armchair complete with the softest deep plum blanket that had ever existed. 

It wasn’t long before you were comfortably seated. You delicately took out your notebook and supplies to get some writing done, you had decided to wait a few minutes to get a drink so that you could wait out the growing line. 

As you sat tucked away in your corner another patron entered the shop. He was wearing a dark green sweater that had been carefully tucked into the most unwrinkled pair of trousers anyone had ever seen. You did not notice him, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed you. 

In fact, his eyes almost immediately snapped to your seat as he entered the shop. A small smile would adorn his face, but it was gone before anyone could notice. Within a few confident strides and one short exchange of words - he had ordered two drinks. 

One coffee, black of course. And another, your favorite. 

In the time it took for him to order and then receive his order, you still had not looked up. Not even a single glance. He was sure of it. 

When your eyes first met his, he was standing in front of you. You sent him the cutest smile he had ever seen. Your chubby little cheeks pushed up at your eyes and the smallest of dimples appeared. He would’ve done anything if it meant seeing that smile every day. “Hi Five,” you spoke softly. 

“Bonjour mon trésor.” His voice brought the lightest of red to your cheeks and he swore he could’ve melted. 

He smirked at you before placing down the cups in his hand. You waited until he was settled in the seat in front of you before taking a sip of your drink. “mhm good,” you murmured. 

“I’m glad you like it.” Your eyes met for a moment before you glance back down at your work. He gently placed a book on the table. You couldn’t read the title. It was some French novel. It was clearly old, as he opened it it creaked and with each page turn there was the slightest crinkle. 

A comfortable silence took place. The sound of your light scribbles and his page turning mixed with the occasional pauses to sip from your respective cups. It lasted for quite some time before finally being broken by more aggressive sipping. 

 Your cup was empty. “Five,” you paused to give him a moment to recognize you were speaking to him. “Do you want another coffee? I am going to get one.” 

He nodded wordlessly before he reached into his pocket and grabbed out cash. You stopped him, “I got it. You got the first one.”  

The corner of his lips upturned, “What, are we on a date?” You rolled your eyes and quickly turned to walk away. This way you could hide the heat rising up on your face.

You ordered the coffees and stepped away from the counter to wait. But before you could get comfortable standing, a presence was behind you and swinging an arm across your shoulder. You felt yourself being pulled into the chest of the person before turning up to look into the eyes of Five. You raised your eyebrows at his actions and looked at him curiously.  “What? I couldn’t let you wait by yourself.” 

“I hope someone steals our stuff.”

“You’re far more important than any of my material items.”

The blush that you had been trying, unsuccessfully, to will away just moments before was back in full force. You sputtered for a moment, trying to grasp the right words. “Are you flirting with me?”

 His eyes lit up and you swore he let out a small laugh before responding, "You finally noticed?” You shifted, turning around to face him; incidentally also pushing your face closer to his. You took a small step back, but felt his hands on the small of your back keeping you close. 

“What’re you talking about!” You kept your voice low enough to not disturb the other patrons, but still showed shock clear on your face. 

“It’s been years. Do you think I just follow all my friends to their favorite coffee shops and hang out with them the whole day!” 

You swear you stopped breathing. “To be honest I never really thought about it..” You trailed off and before you could begin speaking again you were interrupted by someone yelling your name. Turning around you saw Aria with both of Five’s and your coffees in their hands. They had a mischievous look on their face. 

“I knew you both would eventually figure it out.” Both coffees were pushed into the hands of their respective owners and before you could ask any follow up question, Aria was back to working and ignoring you completely. 

You looked back at Five hesitantly before lightly intertwining your fingers with his and tugging him behind you to walk back to your seats.

If you had turned around, you would have noticed a light flush across his cheeks mirroring your own.  The two of you would have a lot to discuss once you were back at your seats.

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[pretty-hargreeves]

Everything.

18-Year-Old!Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: The parts in italics signify a flashback, regular font signifies the present. ALSO, Five is 18 in this y’all. It’s easier to write it as if they’re all older tbh, we DO NOT stan pedophilia in this house.

Word Count: 3,919 (haha sorry)

Five loves you. He loves everything about you. But it’s hard for him to express that, so he decides to conceal it.

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Five Hargreeves Moodboard

“We didn’t choose this life, we’re just living it.”

[its-five-o-clock]

fluff 5!!

“OH You're Jealous  - Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: jealousy (?) 

a/n: Here is my first blurb, though I am not sure if it really counts as one because it is on the longer side for one. Thanks for the request (and for being my first :)) Hopefully you enjoy it, sorry it’s not the best! Both characters are college aged. 

Prompt List    Send Me One!

Word Count: 828

Today was exciting. Five was going to meet after class.

You were a college student, majoring in journalism. You had always found the news and collecting information thrilling. To be the first person to know something, and having the power to craft a story about it. 

You had a few classes today, and luckily most of them were about writing. Unfortunately, your last class was in something you had always struggled with: calculus. 

You were never one for math and your recent test had definitely proved that. You were just praying that maybe you had been lucky enough to pass it.

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With the rest of your classes complete, you trudge into the final building and slid into your seat. Next to you, a shaggy haired blonde boy shot you a smile. Feeling friendly, you returned it before looking back towards the professor. 

The class dragged on. You barely felt like you even knew basic addition by the time the class ended. On your way out the door, the professor passed out the last test. On the top of yours was a bright C+. You let out a groan of annoyance. At least you could see Five today. 

You were halfway to the parking lot before you heard your name being called. You abruptly turned on your heel, seeing the blonde boy from earlier standing in front of you. 

“Hey,” he spoke. His hands twirled nervously. “I noticed your grade, I was just wondering if you wanted me to tutor you or something?” 

You paused for a moment. You really needed to get through this class in one piece. “That sound perfect,” you grinned at him. His face broke out into a smile. “Sorry, what is your name again? I am terrible with names.” 

“Brandon.” He outstretched a hand, which you quickly took to shake. A few minutes went by as you exchanged numbers and made small talk. You were completely unaware of your new friend’s lingering glances at you. Unbeknownst to you, Brandon’s eyes had spent the majority of the conversation trailing up and down your curvy silhouette.  

Unfortunately for him, you both were also completely unaware of you boyfriend walking towards you with a deep set frown on his face. 

You hadn’t even noticed him standing behind you until a hand rested on the plump curve of your hip. Looking up at him as he pulled you into his side, a tight smile played across his lips. “Five!” You exclaimed in surprise. 

He looked down at you, “Hello sweetheart.” You smiled at him, smoothing down the front of his crisp suit before jumping back to reality. 

“Five, this is my new friend Brandon. He is going to tutor me! And Brandon, this is my boyfriend Five.” You completely missed the flash of annoyance on Brandon’s face, which Five returned with a smirk. 

“Bit of a weird name huh?” Brandon spit out. His eyes remained trained on Five’s hand at your waist. 

“I don’t suppose that’s any of your business,” your boyfriend fired back. Your eyebrows furrowed, where on earth was this hostility coming from? “I think we should be leaving now anyways.” Five’s grip on your hip loosened as he slid his hand up to your arm and quickly pulled you along with him. 

You sputtered out a goodbye to your new friend, and tried to not trip over your own feet as your were pulled along. It wasn’t until you were both seated in Five’s car that you spoke. You tucked one foot up under your body and settled in, “Now, would you like to tell me what on earth that was about?” 

You turned to face your boyfriend who refused to meet your eyes. Your eyebrow raised, “Nothing. You have nothing to say?” He stayed looking forward. You crossed your arms over each other. “You better have a good explanation as to why I was just dragged across my campus lawn,” you continued to prod. 

Silence passed for a few moments before Five spoke through gritted teeth. “Did you not see how he was looking at you?” 

“How who was looking at me?? Five have you lost your mind?” Your reached out a finger and tapped on his forehead. He rolled his eyes in response before grabbing your hand and gently lowering it before intertwining your fingers with his. 

“Brandon seemed a bit more interested in you, than the tutoring.” 

You paused a moment, “OH, you’re jealous!” You couldn’t help it, a laugh escaped you. Five sent you a fearsome glare. “Oh Five, I assure you love. You have nothing to be jealous of. I only want you.” You leaned over and lightly pressed a kiss into his creased forehead. He relaxed for a moment. “Now let's go do something fun, want to go get some coffee?” You suggested, settling back into your seat. 

Five sent you a smile before putting the car into drive and heading off to your favorite cafe. 

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Olga Foroga:

[honeyboychangbin]

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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Send me the type and number  for a blurb! 

Example: angst 1

(I want to make it VERY clear that I will not be writing anything even  REMOTELY sexual. That is not okay for Five’s character or actor! Let’s be respectful!) 

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Flinch

request: Can i get five, Klaus and Diegos reactions flinching while arguing bc they had an abusive ex? Its okay if you dont want to. Thanks!!

requested by: anonymous

warnings: mentions of physical abuse…more specifically an abusive ex

i made this into more of headcanons because I wasn’t sure if i could make scenarios in solid story form 

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gif cred belongs to @ravenclairee​

requested by anon “Could I just request a five x reader? Any prompt you want to do is fine I just need more of your writing!”

a/n here have an idea i randomly had at 5am this morning (p.s. they’re around 17-18 in this !!)

imagine spontaneously kissing five hargreeves

“how many cups of coffee have you had this morning?” allison asked as she sat across from five at the table.

after taking a long drink, he sighed, “why?” allison gave him a deadpan look. five simply raised the cup to his lips again with a sarcastic smile just as you entered the kitchen.

when five saw your determined stride toward him, he lowered the cup back to the table and furrowed his brow just before you grabbed his collar, perched on his lap, and pressed your lips to his desperately.

five quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, brow still furrowed, but now in concentration, as he returned your fiery, instinctive kiss. allison just looked away from the scene with wide eyes, taking an innocent sip of her own coffee.

when you pulled away and stood up, you cleared your throat and wiped at your now moist lips. though your face was absolutely burning with blush, you spoke calmly, “i’ll see you guys later,” and walked right out of the kitchen like you hadn’t just blown five’s mind.

five sat up straighter, turning back toward the table with fingers pressed to his now burning lips.

“that was smooth,” allison nodded, taking another drink.

“what?” five asked breathlessly, looking up at his sister. that’s when he noticed his cup of coffee was missing. allison outright laughed as five jumped up to follow you, muttering, “that little minx..”

[its-five-o-clock]

I’m in love with your plus size reader x five it’s so good so far keep up the work❤️❤️❤️

You are so sweet. I appreciate this more than you know. I’m excited to be adding to the plus size content out there, it can be few and far between!

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50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 38. Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1,328 words

Warnings: Mild swearing, implied/referenced child abuse (as per Reggie’s A+ parenting)

Magnets function better at low temperatures. And obviously, you want to function better.

But after sitting on the balcony for who knows how long, wrangling with the pile of spoons and paperclips and refrigerator magnets in front of you, you still can’t get your stupid powers to cooperate for more than ten minutes.

It’s so cold. You want to go inside.

“Come on.” Shaking out the numbness in your hands, you pick up a tablespoon for the fortieth time, pressing the tip of it to your index finger. Anxiety churns in your gut as you start the stopwatch with your other hand.

Beep. The numbers run underneath the dim lamplight.

“Stay, stay, stay, stay …”

You whisper the word like a mantra, concentrating every last bit of energy towards the end of your finger. The first minute or two is fine, but after the stopwatch hits 07:36:27, your hold starts to weaken.

10:54:01. The spoon clatters painfully back onto the table.

“Dammit.” You stop the timer, forcing back the sting behind your eyes. There’s a rattle as the door opens; unable to meet Sir Hargreeves’ eyes, you stare down at your traitorous hands. Your bones ache. “I’m sorry, I’ll get it soon. Just … give me more time –”

“Any more time and you’ll get frostbite.”

That’s not –

You look up. Five stands in the doorway, regarding you with an unreadable expression.

“I’d call it a night if I were you,” he says.

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blink of an eye.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 7. Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1,095 words

Warning: Swearing

It’s bruising.

Five rolls his pajama sleeve up to his elbow and stares at the black umbrella on his wrist, tracing over the inked lines and the dappled, purpling skin between them. His frown deepens. He didn’t know that it could bruise. What a pain in the ass.

If there’s one thing that he, his siblings, and you all agree on, it’s that all of you hate the damn thing. None of you need a tattoo to remember your connection to everyone else, like Dad had claimed. The uniforms, missions, and nonstop training sessions are enough.

Someone knocks. Five tears his gaze away from the tattoo to look up at where you linger in the doorway, already dressed in your street clothes. 

Your eyes fall on his wrist. “Oh – does yours still hurt, too?” you say. You close the door quietly and walk toward his bed, sitting down next to him. Fatigue lines your face, but you still manage a smile, like always.

“It’s just bruised,” he answers, glancing down at it again before moving on to examine your left arm. Like him, you had rolled your sleeve up so it wouldn’t rub against your skin.

“Mine still aches a bit. No bruises, though.” You lean in closer to examine his wrist, and your smile fades. “Oh, wow. That looks pretty bad.”

“It’s fine.”

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[000ficlets]

maybe some headcanons about dating five? i don't need anything specific (just the general ‘what the relationship would be like’) but, have a gender neutral reader, if possible?

i think we need to establish that five is a mildly jealous person when it comes to his significant other.

if he sees just about anyone who looks at you even just for a short glance, or accidental eye contact, he’ll be squaring up his shoulders immediately.

he always brush off your words, though. like him? jealous? ha, that’s funny. no way in hell that he’ll get jealous.

(except he is.)

the way he shows his love for you is through physical touch; five is a man who has a hard time saying his emotions towards someone outrightly, so it’s always through physical touch and his ways of making sure you’re alright.

“have you eaten?”; “are you okay? are you hurt anywhere?” those are ways he show that he loves you without outrightly saying it. fleeting and gentle touches, patching you up with lighthearted lecture more often than not.

he’s not much for pda aside from the hand holdings or arm around your waist, and kisses on the cheeks when no one is looking. but the small physical affections show that he’s taken by you, just as you are taken by him; a loud warning sign to show that you’re off-limits. (see: jealous five.)

in conclusion, he’s a more physical type of guy than verbal.