hey sorry if this is weird this is my first time requesting 😭 but can you do ftm flirty reader x five from the umbrella academy where that five is fighting some guys (you can choose who) and some how the reader gets in the fight to and helps five. Also the reader calls five pretty boy and some other flirty names like btw. Andddd thats all I couldn't think what comes after that sorry 😭 but you can continue off it tho!
Noooo I'm horrible at writing fight scenes😭 we shall try tho! The first fight I thought of was ofc the iconic gridy's donuts' fight, so wish me luck!!
Paring: five x ftm!reader —(honestly reader is pretty gn here, sorry ik thats not what you wanted anon😭)
Warning: cursing, NOT proofread (sorry), gun wound, really short
I huff and pull the stupid blazer –they said there was nothing else for me to where other than one of five's old uniforms– closer around my shoulders as I walk towards the donut shop Five had supposedly gone to. A small smile spreads across my face when I see my partner though the window, I let myself in and walk up right beside him; ignoring the older-looking man on the other side.
"Alright sweets, next time, don't run off and leave me at that house by myself, please and thank you" I say, pulling out a bar stool.
"you weren't by yourself, you had my siblings." he murmurs nonchalantly. "Right, Miss famous and the Junkie did directed me here, thought the latter would not shut up about my sex life." I laughed at the recent memory and smirked at Five. He sips his coffee; the Older man nods our way before leaving. "Gonna give me some of that?" I whisper, leaning closer to the school boy.
His eyes flicker to me, then to my lips, then back to my eyes. I raise my eyebrow at him, "In here? You perv!" I jokingly whisper. He scoffs and rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee again, but I see it's just to hide his growing blush and smile.
"You said it not me"
My devious smirk only grows "Oh come on, can't help it when you look at me so pretty-"
Suddenly the door behind us swings open and multiple men in black tactical gear with guns walk in, surrounding us. One man in particular moves to stand closer to us, almost between me and five. I sit up straighter, eyes scanning the room, looking for weaknesses; my eyes flick to the brown haired boy beside me who seems to be studying the coffee in front of him, rather than the room now full of men who want us dead. "Five" I whisper.
"that was fast... 'thought Id have more time before they found me." "Okay..." the black man's voice seemed to tremble a bit as he spoke; the corners of my mouth twitched, this would be easy. "...So let's all be professional about this yeah? On your feet and come with us. They wanna talk" "I have nothing to say"
"I do" I do my best to suppress a smirk as I stand up, Five glares at me. The mans gun swiftly moves to point at me. "It doesn't have to go this way. You think I wanna shoot kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"
"oh I wouldn't worry to much about that," I say "you won't be going home" Five finishes my sentence as he grabs a butter knife from the the counter and blinks behind the man, stabbing him in the neck. Guns start going off when I grab the, now dead, man and use him as a shield from the bullets.
"Hey assholes" Five calls from across the room, allowing me to run up to the closest man as he begins to fire at me and force his gun under his own chin in one deft motion. I glance around the room, where five is nowhere to be seen. "A little help here pretty boy?" With the attention now drawn to me I jump over the counter, hiding behind it for a moment when I here the signature *whoosh* of him blinking, this time outside of the shop, drawing their fire, before right beside me "I told you not to call me that" he practically snarled. I laughed a bit; as my shoulders moved I noticed a bullet had skimmed part of my arm. *Shit... Thats gonna hurt when the adrenaline wears of*" I think to myself, watching the blood dribble from the wound.
The lights were blinking, bullets still going off. I was trying to formulate a plan on how I could help when it all when silent. "Five?" I call out, standing up from behind the counter
"yeas darling?" He asks, tightening his tie and walking over to a still-moving man, instantly breaking his neck. "N- nothing just got worried for a second" my arm began to throb.
He helps me over the counter, "you okay baby?" "Oh so you can call me baby but I can't call you pretty boy?" He gives me a stern look. "It's different, you don't go out into the field, you could have gotten seriously hurt."
"excuse you," I murmur "I used to be one of the top field agents-" "-before they shoved you behind a desk, now come on we gotta get movin'." Five kisses my forehead and brushes my wounded shoulder as he grabs a knife and begins cutting out those trackers they put in all field agents. I do my best not to react to the pain caused by the bullet, he doesn't need to know right now, it would ruin the quite sweet moment.
“Remember?” He asks innocently, brows furrowed in dismal thought. “I’m here, serving my master with Five and, and the others. I remember my… place.”
Five: 8/10
“Don’t, um, uh, don’t remember-,” he’s panting, held strictly in place by his chair, “Can’t remember…,” the machine circling his mind clears the turmoil, leaving serene obedience as his breathing levels. “This… is good. Normal. I remember master… and Six.”
Okay so I accidentally deleated this ask for the Five ask and I can’t remember who sent it (i think it was possible @zub0t? Sorry if it wasn’t you who asked it but also, sorry if it was my phone decided to delete by itself whilst it was in my pocket) anyway thank you whoever it was who asked me:
15. what sort of dog would your five be?
I think my five would either be a Labrador, or at least any breed of retriever, because she really likes retrieving things due to the fact she wants to preserve as much of human history as possible (seriously it’s gotten to the point where Abel had to lay down some rules for her bringing things back, like she has to be set a specific number of things she’s supposed to bring back because they were concerned she was starting to hoard things) plus she has a lot of energy.
19. Is your five a furry. just the facts ma'am. also if so what is your fives fursona?
This is bit of a boring answer but no, Five’s not a furry, mainly because she doesn’t understand it all that much (not out of meanness or anything she just never really looked into it).
“I probably would have been a completely different person. It means I wouldn’t have run off against the old man’s wishes, or maybe I actually considered Vanya’s warnings against jumping in the first place. I would have been able to actually…continue to grow up with everyone here. I would have been here when Ben died, if he had still died—and I probably would have been around when everyone started…branching off. I would have been able to…see Vanya actually publish her book, and watch Allison jump start her acting career. Maybe I would have helped Diego from time to time, or be there for Luther when things got lonely. I could have picked up Klaus every once in a while and try to catch up with him, make sure he had a place to live and a meal to eat. I would have gone on more missions with my family, and helped them in the long run of saving the world.” A single pause and an unsteady breath wavered against him before he added, “But, I wouldn’t have known about the apocalypse, and I wouldn’t have been able to come back to try and stop it and save my family either.”
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‘ i took this thing called ‘zapvigil’ which apparently is what israeli fighter pilots use to stay awake so… right now it looks like i’m talking to a giant crab. stay away from me crab! ’
“And here I thought you were trying to get clean—Jesus Klaus, are you not sleeping now too? Is there…something bothering you?”
what about the mun does the muse find annoying or bothersome? + five hfdsjf
“Can you believe the shit kind of coffee she drinks? French vanilla is a joke. Drink coffee how it was meant to be enjoyed; black and bitter! She also procrastinates everything—you have how many things on your to-do list? I keep mine short and simple: stop the apocalypse, save the world. That’s it.”
“If my mother never sold me, I probably wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in, would I? No old bastard to push me, no competitive edge that I felt the need to conquer with my siblings, no umbrella academy with me in it—no apocalypse. I don’t know what sort of life I would have lived, but it wouldn’t be the same path I ended up in this timeline. Maybe I would have had a chance to grow up normally, or whatever normal is. Maybe I would have had a chance to just live. I would have found out about my ability, I have no doubt about that, but I wouldn’t have been forced to adapt, forced to hurt people, and eventually kill people. Maybe I would have grown up in an environment where I wasn’t constantly tested on my skills and abilities and my intuition, but I also wouldn’t have grown up in an environment where I know my siblings either.”
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The happiest memory to look back on for Five is one of the nights they snuck out to Griddy’s, a seemingly pointless adventure that ended up with stomachaches and a hilarious story to tell.
Five incited the trip, eager to bust out whenever they could—and it wasn’t like their father could keep track of them all night long anyways—so to remedy the situation, Five would set up the night with tales of not feeling well to begin with, planting the seed into their father’s head that anything recorded about him would be an anomaly, so as to grant him a free pass to not be hooked up to the machines whirring away all night.
This gave Five the opportunity to sneak across the house, watch for when his father would finally retire to his own bedroom, and shut the whole system down. And after that, the night was theirs. He would pop into each of their rooms, his ability leaving him stealthy beyond belief, waking each sibling and combining their forces to leave the house.
They would never take the car, being kids sucked—but once they realized the buses ran all night and studied up on the schedules, the city was a whole new world.
Of course, the first time around, they managed to keep to the sidewalks as a group, and stumbled upon the 24 hour restaurant after driving by it several times in the past. This was the plan all along, and Five always suggested it each and every new time they ventured out like this.
Five could recite the favorite orders too, all through his isolation, he had to remind himself to not forget who they were and what they liked. One ordered the long-john, Two ordered the cinnamon twist, Three had the pink sprinkle donut, Four was always a toss-up between cream filled and jelly-filled, Five liked his classic glazed, Six had the maple bar, and Seven was the chocolate-glazed cake donut.
But of course, the first night, too many donuts had been ordered, and too many had been eaten.
The restaurant remained a favorite place to go, even as they got into their pre-teen age. But, after he left, Five always wondered if they had ever been able to sneak out again, the memory of their first time always pulling him through the harder days alone.
💝- A memory that made them feel loved
Five could be seen now as a heartless man (re: boy), but that wasn’t who he was. Inside him was a hesitant man; unable to feel normal things, an isolated man; trapped inside his own being of preservation. Five played up on the fact that he had everything to live for while in the apocalypse, while in reality, there was nothing left.
He lingered on the thoughts and memories of a past life, and the instance of feeling love in the household that seemed colder back then compared to the present. It was but a small moment, but their mother would often be the root of any praise or showing of love, something that as he grew older, he had to remind himself of—his family, though twisted and forced together—was still his family.
His mother proved that time and time again, and he often had to rely on the idea of her making them breakfast, smiley-faces on the pancakes and a caring demeanor carried within her. She cared for them, and in turn, Five saw how she alone kept the household together, despite all the torment that was brought upon it.
And to think, Five felt loved by their robot mother, so in return, he could love Delores after all, duplicating a sense of care and wisdom into his life that he so much needed after his own recklessness and rebellion.
