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UNDER CONSTRUCTION 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 + 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 [ 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 || 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 || 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 ]

[harbingerofjoy]

Five & Six.

[schoolboyshorts]

hydradaddy‌:

“Really? Because you didn’t seem all that keen on me waiting for consent a minute ago.” He knew what Five meant. Of course he did. But what fun was it to just let him slide, when he had all that arrogance and no one to put him in his place?

Besides, what a simple control. Brock didn’t mind being a honeypot, keeping Five pliant and happy with whatever affection and physical touch he desired, as long as he remained functional. More than that, it certainly wouldn’t hurt if Five was more attached to Brock than HYDRA. Just in case.

“You’re an adult. Say what you want, and you can have it. Keep bein’ a little bitch, and I’ll leave you…” he took a long second to glance up and down Five’s body. “Like that.”

He makes a ‘tch’ sounds at the other’s statement and his head jerks away from the taller male as he shoves his hands in his pockets again. He could kick the man’s ass but that would just mean Brock still won in the end and god did he hate to lose. But ultimately he knew he in situation where he couldn’t win, and his ego was not enjoying it.

Giving Five what he wanted wouldn’t gain anyone loyalty, favor maybe, but loyalty had to be earned. Favor was start though, especially when he was given the one thing most denied him; the recognition he wasn’t some child, but a grown man. Albeit a stunted one.

“Jesus christ...” he growls. “This is fucking humiliating.” he mutters. “Look, I grew up alone, a ghost amongst the ruins of this earth, I didn’t see another human again till I was in my early to mid fifties and I dedicated myself to my work as a means to end.” he pauses. “And now I look like this and I have to deal with this again.” All of this was a long winded way of saying he was yet again going through puberty and he was still a virgin. “I want...” he looks up at the ceiling. God kill him now. “To do that again.” The kissing.

[atomiized]

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SHUFFLED MUSIC LYRICS / PART TWO always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“Past and present doesn’t matter.”

“What you say is way too complicated.”

“I’ll be anything you ask and more.”

“It’s not a miracle we needed.”

“I think it’s overrated.”

“The question is, why doesn’t he grow up?”

“Why does he still behave as a child?”

“I’ve got nostalgia running through me.”

“It seems I drunk too much.”

“We all are living in a dream.”

“Life ain’t what it seems.”

“All the sorrows that I’ve seen lead me to believe that everything is a mess.”

“The scars that mark my body are silver and gold.”

“My blood is a flood of rubies.”

“The fire’s found a home in me.”

“This is the start of how it all ends.”

“They used to shout my name, now they whisper.”

“People talk to me and all their faces blur.”

“I’m locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me.”

“I hear your voice as it echoes around my head.”

“Get out while you still can.”

“I’ve been here too long.”

“I knew I didn’t see what you thought you saw in me.”

“Welcome to the inner workings of my mind.”

“I become afraid of the darkness in my heart.”

“Is this just an illusion?”

“Don’t you hold back.”

“You don’t own me.”

“I can always have what I want.”

“I’m not just one your many toys.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“When I go out with you, don’t put me on display.”

“Don’t try to change me in any way.”

“Don’t tie me down, because I’d never stay.”

“Just let me be myself.”

“I’m young and I love to be young.”

“It’s never been this way before.”

“I’m shut down by anxiety.”

“I’m moving on like lightening bolt.”

“I struggle to find any truth in your lies.”

“My weakness, I feel, I must finally show.”

“In these bodies we will live, and these bodies we will die.”

“Where you invest you love, you invest your life.”

“When I see you, I really see you upside down.”

“This is fact not fiction.”

“All the girls in girly magazines can’t make me feel any less alone.”

“I should have given you a reason to stay.”

“This hurts like hell.”

“I had that dream again where I was lost for good in outer space.”

“How do I shake a waking nightmare that is only worse when I’m sleeping?”

“I love this feeling, but I hate this part.”

“I wanted this to work so much.”

“The tarot cards say it’s not so bad.”

“You’re the best.”

“I could go on and on and on and I will.”

“I never dreamed of this.”

“This love is good, this love is bad.”

“You showed up just in time.”

“This love left a permanent mark.”

“I watched you leave.”

“I’ve got the gift of one-liners.”

“You’re as shallow as a shower.”

“You and I walk a fragile line.”

“It’s getting dark and it’s all too quiet.”

“I can’t trust anything now.”

“I won’t lose you again.”

“Don’t leave me like this.”

“I thought I had you figured out.”

“Something’s gone terribly wrong.”

“You’re all I wanted.”

“I still mean every word I said to you.”

“He would try to take away my pain, and he just might make me smile, but the whole time I was wished he was you instead.”

“I’ve been wondering when you’re gonna see I’m not for sale.”

“I’m not part of your machine.”

“I’m not scared of what you’re gonna tell me.”

[peashooter85]

Adams & Adams engraved Colt Model 1903 with ivory grips. Shipped to  the Paxton & Gallagher Company of Omaha, Nebraska on September 24, 1920, returned in 1921 and shipped again as three pieces to Farwell, Ozmun, Kirk & Company of Saint Paul, Minnesota on March 23, 1921.

from Rock Island Auctions

[schoolboyshorts]

hydradaddy‌:

Brock couldn’t help but snort, so clearly amused. But he knew that for once, he had the upper hand and they both knew it. Five wasn’t getting anything until he learned how to use his words… and his manners.

“No, no. You’re right. It was unprofessional and uncalled for. I’ll keep my, uh, hands to myself from now on.” He wiggled his fingertips, hips shifting forwards as he settled back. “Consent in the workplace and all that pussy shit.”

The Commission had tried to train some form of manners into him, but he was honestly a bit feral by the time they got to him, so professionalism was the best they could get out of him (their experimentation on him didn’t quite help either). Five doesn’t like it when some one has the upper hand, he’s always a step or two ahead. He’s always the smartest guy in the room.

Then Brock keeps going and he just glowers at the taller male. The urge to solve this problem with aggression and intimidation grinding away at him and he clenches his fists. Teeth are gritted and bared before he breathes in deeply trying to just control himself. God why can’t he just talk like a normal person? A hand comes up and he pinches the bridge of his nose before rubbing at his eyes with his finger tips. “For starters that’s not pussy shit.” he grounds out. There is a pregnant pause. “I’m used to not being treated like an adult.” is all he manages, hoping the other will connect the dots and not drag it out of him. This was humiliating to him for some reason.

[schoolboyshorts]

hydradaddy‌:

Brock smirked, leaning against the wall, eyes locked on Five’s flushed expression. “Fine then.” He raised his hands in mock surrender, seeing just where this would go. “Won’t do it again, Sir.”

The ‘won’t do it again’ actually makes him pull a face and he looks up at Brock. You can almost see the internal struggle between trying to maintain his air of being above such things as desiring that sort of physical intimacy and wanting to tell him he can do it again. Five shoves his hands in his pockets so the other won’t see them fidget. “I didn’t say that....” he mutters under his breath as he looks off to the side.

[wakeupsleepywideawake]

[schoolboyshorts]

@hydradaddy // x

There is a loud gasp that escapes him when he’s wrenched in for a kiss. He’s more surprised than anything, rare are the times he’s regarded as the adult he actually is and judged by the body he’s cursed with. Then he gets flustered and stumbles back a little. “I-I know.” he huffs out and tries to straighten himself out a bit. Well fuck, he hadn’t expected that nor the effect it had on his body going through round two of puberty.

Five then clears his throat and looks off to the side. “Anyways....”

[schoolboyshorts]

hydradaddy‌:

Brock grinned, raising his cup of coffee in a mock toast. “Let’s start with you. What can you do, what are you trained in, and what kind of support do you need on missions?” Already he was racking up a list in his head. People that needed to die. Things that needed stolen.

“I was trained in everything.” he states simply. “Most children had nursery rhyme pictures hanging in the halls of the home they both grew and learned in... mine were of combat.” he shrugs. “I was trained from the time I could walk to disarm and subdue a grown man.” Five picks up his cup and takes a drink. “Now, I was raised to work cohesively in a team, but with my ‘siblings’, we were taught how to use our powers in concert with one another.”

“But my time with The Commission taught me to work as a lone hunter.” he looks over at Brock. “I can kill a room full of men, highly trained men, alone...” there is a pause. “As for my abilities I can not only spatially jump... but I can jump through time, but that requires more time and equations.”

[schoolboyshorts]

hydradaddy‌:

Brock has known, mentally, that Five has such power, but it was different seeing it in action. Still, he kept his carefully schooled expression— he was a professional after all. “Nothing for me?”

Five had the potential to change the tides of this war. To secure victory. He could replace entire squadrons of men, take out high level targets with minimal support. He could be the weapon they had been waiting for. He didn’t have to be good, or evil, just like any weapon. He only had to fulfill his purpose.

“Let’s get started. I assume you’re tired of waiting.”

Five just sort of looks at Brock for moment before setting his cup down and disappears again. It doesn’t take long before he’s back and holding out the cup to the other. He wasn’t limited to traveling distances but with more time he could jump through time itself. Five no longer cared about things like good or evil, they were concepts he’d longed since moved passed. He’d killed all kinds of people, he’d been preserving he timeline, this was another instance in time. Another thing that were it not meant to happen, The Temps Aeternalis would have stepped in long ago.

“Sure.”

[schoolboyshorts]

hydradaddy‌:

“Then you don’t want purpose, kid. You’re just a gun that wants to be aimed. That’s alright, we got a place for those too. We’re going to fix things, see? Set the world right. You can be the trigger.”

“And what if that’s the only thing that gives me purpose hm?” he quirks a brow. “Also please stop calling me kid, I’ll be sixty in October.” he scoffs. “You change the world, I’ll just facilitate whatever need has to be filled.” Five straightens out his jacket and sighs. There is woosh and then a pop and he disappears from sight. A second later there is yet another wooshing pop and he returns with a coffee cup in his hand, taking a sip. 

[schoolboyshorts]

hydradaddy‌:

schoolboyshorts‌:

@hydradaddy​ [ x ]

“Bold of you to assume I’m not, I’ve killed more people than years you’ve been alive.” he hisses lowly. “I don’t need training, but I need purpose.”

Brock decided not to take the bait. He, too, had killed more people than years he’d been alive. It was part of the job.

“We can give you that. How would you like to change the world?”

“I don’t give a shit about changing the world, I already did that job and now I’m this.” he cross his arms. “A weapon without use or purpose.” It was true. They’d made him into a weapon, outfitted him into the perfect killing machine and he’d only become more so with his young body returned to him. But he had this itch, this need. And now he couldn’t fight it anymore. Violence was his first answer and he couldn’t keep living in a world that didn’t allow it.

[schoolboyshorts]

@hydradaddy​ [ x ]

“Bold of you to assume I’m not, I’ve killed more people than years you’ve been alive.” he hisses lowly. “I don’t need training, but I need purpose.”

[schoolboyshorts]

“Ah, that feels good…” (From Diego H. Unless you wanna throw Five at someone else)

Physical Contact Starters // @lonelyheartedheathens

It wasn’t often he showed this particular brand of affection. Giving the other a back rub or a massage like this. But he knew the other was rough on his body, so he felt like the least he could do for the man who put up with his second dance through puberty was giving him a back rub. He’d knead at the more stubborn sections of muscle till it loosened, rub and just generally soothe the others. When he hears Diego his hands pull back a little because at first he isn’t sure if it’s a good ‘ah’ or a bad ‘ah’. At the other’s words he leans over Deigo’s shoulder and kisses his cheek. “I’m glad... do you want me to keep going?” he asks quietly.

[schoolboyshorts]

“ your ass is so plump… ”

dirty whispers // @canonmuseboys

Five lets out an indignant noise and turns a bright red face to the other. “Klaus what is wrong with you?” he huffs out under his breath. “That is such a weird way to describe a part of my body...” he groans a bit. He wasn’t good at the whole dirty talk thing it seemed, unless you caught him in the right mood or mindset.

[schoolboyshorts]

@hydradaddy // x

Five just stares at the man and sighs. “Yes and it continues to be annoying as ever....” he pulls out his flask and takes a drink from it. “So, will you work with me or not?”