#tua five x reader

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

only you (f.h.) (drabble)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

A/N: The last month was pretty busy so I couldn't write much but I had a cute lil thought about this while I was on the bus cuz of all the Five tiktoks on my fyp

"Honestly Five, your head isn't screwed on straight! No one in their right mind would put themselves at this much risk over and over again!" You shouted, voice almost hoarse and mouth dry as you continued to berate him, as you had since you arrived almost twenty minutes ago.

Your husband continued to ignore you, not even bothering to justify his reckless mission anymore and you continued to shout, waving your hands around in your helplessness and frustration.

Five Hargeeves was a great man but the one thing you absolutely detested about him was how he decided he had to do everything on his own. You were his partner, both in the commission and in his life, but he refused to trust you with his own matters.

To a certain degree, you could understand him. He was so anxious about saving his family, so tormented by their deaths hanging over him that he felt that unless he oversaw every single detail, it would all fall apart.

But just because you understood, didn't mean you appreciated your husband putting himself in harm's way when you could've helped him.

"Are you even listening to me?! Five! Your wife is here yelling at you, and you don't even have the decency to look her in the eye?!"

He didn't reply and you were stuck staring at his broad, blazer-clad shoulders.

Then he shifted, taking a deep breath and you heard the shaky breath he let out.

"Five?"

He finally turned, eyes glistening, cheeks wet and lip quivering and you felt so heartbroken at the sight of him that you felt your own tears prick at your eyes. You immediately closed the gap between you, "Oh, sweetheart."

You sat him down in the armchair, perching on his lap and letting him hide his face into your neck, peppering kisses to the crown of his head as he took some time to compose himself.

"I'm just—so tired." His voice cracked and you felt like your heart did as well, pulling away from him just enough so you could kiss his tears away.

"Shh, it's okay." You whispered, gently running your thumbs over the peak of his cheekbones. His hands were gripping your waist with the strength of a vice, nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

"What do you need, Five? Just give me the word and I'll make it happen." You told him, now more determined than anything to shoulder the pain he was feeling, "I would move the heavens and the earth to make you happy, my love. Tell me what you need."

He slumped over in defeat, pressing his forehead to yours, "You. Only you."

You sighed, now running your fingers through his hair. A part of you was disappointed that he was still unable to open up, another was unsurprised.

"Silly request. I'm already all yours."

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[vexi4]

— ONE? TWO? THREE? FOUR? FIVE?? Five Hargreeves x? f!reader

SUMMARY : Your Five grew out of love for you(did he?) due to what happened during the strawberry garden… Ahem. Lila. However, a diversity of Fives recklessly barged into the house(where the family is at the moment) wanting to claim you as theirs(unfortunately all of them lost their (name) ), The whole room went chaotic due to their desire to be with you and Paradox Psychosis.

1,261 words, 7030 characters, 116 sentences, and 75 paragraphs.

angst? Corniness? Cringey? OOC?

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS MY FIRST WRITING SO BEAR WITH ME AND MY BAD WRITING 💔

After the cleanse, all of you were surprisingly alive and well. The changes was that you all had no more powers or anything abnormal just ordinary people now. Although, you still saw how Five looked at Lila during the cleanse and how he treated her, you were… Envious. Jealous.

(although, you didn’t noticed that he gazed at you with a lovelorn gaze.)

You knew there was some spark or tension between Lila and Five. You doubted that at first during Obsidian Hotel, but now… It pains you how he cheated on you with his brother’s wife. Were you not good enough, what’s your relationship with him now after that.?

You cherished your relationship with Five, but he unfortunately grew out his love for you. Did he?

You gazed at him with a lovelorn gaze. His words were still ringing in your head.

FLASHBACK

"I’m sorry (name), but I grew out of love in our relationship." Five lied said.

"What.? I’m sure we can fix this relationship. Please—" You begged.

Five cuts you off, "I’m sorry, but I told you, we’re done. I’m sorry, (Name). I really am, but I don’t think this relationship is gonna work at all."

"Five.. I– Just please—" You begged, only to get cut off twice.

"(Name). I told you this isn’t gonna work out. We’re done." Five warned in an exhausted tone.

PRESENT

You, the family and Five were back in Diego’s house to celebrate Christmas properly…

You approached Five, although, Five already knew what you were about to ask. "(Name), we’re officially done. If that’s what you’re gonna ask."

You stayed silent, grieving inside. "So… Did you regret it.?" You bit the side inside of your cheek. Hoping for Five to say something you’d like.

There was a deafening silence around the both of you, Five then broke it. "No." He said with no remorse. He’s lying.

"Oh, I see… I understand and I respect your decision and response." You smiled as a sign of respect, not knowing what to reply with, although your heart strings were being tugged by the words and tones he used.

Every memory you had together with Five was running around your mind, the way he was with you during the whole mission… Was it all an act? Why did you even forgive him after he cheated on you? Will you ever move on?

A thousand questions were swirling around your head, you were heartbroken but you still have to smile. After all, you wouldn’t want to ruin the family’s Christmas evening?

You sat on the couch, wistfully self-conscious around the family, especially Five and Lila, after everything.

Until…

"That’s our cue!"

A diversity of Fives recklessly barged in the room, bringing chaos in the family’s Christmas evening. You were confused and surprised by the doppelgängers of Five.

On the other hand, Five was flabbergasted and speechless at the diversity of Fives he met yesterday in Max’s Delicatessen. The amount of chaos that was brought in the room.

"Dibs on (name)!" Waiter Five yelled out.

Waiter Five was elbowed by Brisket Five. "Fuck you, Waiter Five! They’re mine!" Brisket Five accused.

Waiter Five pushed Brisket Five. "Fuck you too! I’m having them first!" Waiter Five whined out.

Loose necktie Five blinks out of no where, blinking nearby (Name). "Not if I got them first!" He yelled out with a grin, reaching out to you.

"Oh no you don’t!" The rest of the Fives pulled Loose necktie Five away from you.

The scene was so chaotic, all Fives were itching, some were denying, some farting, some were thirsty and had the need to go take a piss, some had acute paranoia, uncontrollable perspiration, and some having homicidal rage.

The family was confused why there were a diversity of Fives.

"Woah, a diversity of Fives all wanting (Name)! This is the best Christmas ever." Klaus commented.

The original Five, he was irritated and agitated. He was about to stop all of them until all of them looked at (Name).

"Pick me!"

"No me!"

"You all are idiots, why would she ever choose you guys? Choose me."

"No me! They’re all idiots! I can treat you better!"

They all started bickering, Despite that they were all arguing, you decided to end the fight.

"I choose none of you!" You shouted. You had enough with Five, maybe it’s time to move on. Seeing a diversity of a man who cheated on you and lied to you multiple times made you irritated and agitated.

All the Fives were upset, some huffed, some respected your decision. They all left.

You finally moved on from Five.

FUTURE

It’s been two years since your break up with Five, you lived alone in your apartment with your pet cat, Miri.

— FIVE’S POV

Five took a deep breath, he was outside (name)’s apartment’s doorstep. It’s been a while, we both haven’t seen each other in a while. He hesitated to ring the doorbell, and then he got the courage and rang the doorbell.

For a few seconds, you didn’t answer, However, You opened the door and was surprised to see Five in your doorstep. "Five? Oh, uhh… Good morning?" You were still awkward and shy.

"Good morning." There was an undeniable deafening silence around the both of you for a while. "May I?" Five gestured inside.

You nodded and moved to the side. "Of course… Welcome yourself in."

Five went inside your apartment, your apartment was neat and nice, felt like home… He sat on the couch.

"Would you like some coffee?" You asked in a friendly manner.

Five hesitated, he thought about it for a moment and nodded hesitantly. "Sure… Why not."

You went to the kitchen to brew some coffee for Five.

Five may look calm, but in the inside, he was slightly panicking. He’s in his ex-girlfriend’s apartment. He still hasn’t moved on, he was harsh with you despite that he was harsh on you he was only doing that because he was afraid of breaking or showing any vulnerability. He still loves you.

He was zoning out, questions swirling around his head about you. He was zoned out until you snapped him out of it by handing him black coffee.

"Here’s your coffee." You were civil after everything, you must really moved on.

Five looked at the coffee in your hand and accepted the coffee. "Thanks, love." He didn’t realize what he said until he saw your reaction.

You were surprised with a raised eyebrow, perplexed by what Five blurted out. Five realized what he just blurted out and blushed slightly in embarrassment. "Sorry, it’s a habit."

The silence around both of you was so deafening for a minute. Five had a question in mind and finally had the courage to say it.

"So… (Name). About our relationship…" Five cuts shortly to set his gaze on you.

"What about our relationship?" (Name) questioned.

"Do you ever think we could get back together?" Five questions with a hesitant hoarse voice.

You looked at Five, unsure and perplexed about what he just told you. You took a moment to think. "I’ll think about it."

Five was anxious at what your answer would be. "Don’t worry, take your time."

You smiled at Five, thankful at his patience. "Then I’d need a lot of time to think. Just don’t treat yourself a stranger, Five."

Five felt his gut getting punched, he was too anxious. All he could do was smile and nod at you. How could he ever get back with you after everything he let you suffer through?

— THE END.

[thebearmage]

Hi! Could I request an one shot about Five&Wife!Reader set in S3 at the wedding, where Y/N worries about Five's drinking frenzy and takes care of him that night? Ya know, that usual drunk words are honest words, world ending stuff etc. I'm just into fluff right now 😭 Maybe Five and Y/N are mentally and physically the same age and know each other from the apocalypse to make it make sense. I loved In Their Arms! Five deserves love. If it's not something you're interested in to write don't worry💜

Put that down!!

Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

Summary: During Slone and Luther's wedding, Five goes all out on his drinking. You, being the responsible one, remain sober to take care of him. It goes as one would expect.

NOTE: I went for a bit more humor and angst here too, hope that's okay. Also, The Reader is a Speedster like The CW's Flash. So you can also time travel.

Also (F/C), for anyone who doesn't know, means Favorite Color.

Five and reader are both 18+

"Ah, here we go,"

You turn to look and see where Five is going. The alcohol, of course.

"Oh no," You put your face in your hands, "There goes my plans for the night,"

You and Five are happily married. You were once number 8, born with superspeed and the many different abilities that came with it.

When Five ran off that day, you had used your speed to follow him. You both traveled through time, finding it fun before Five got stuck in the future. Your time travel abilities weren't as limited as his, so you could've left. But you hadn't known if you could take Five with you, so you'd stayed. You didn't want him to be alone.

You and Five were happy together. You and Five had a daughter named Delores and lived in an abandoned library. Life was good and simple then.

Then The Handler showed up and swept you both into trauma after trauma. And then, to top it all off, when you both finally went back, you both got stuck in your 18-year-old bodies.

Now, after failing to save the world a third time, you were at Luther and Sloane's wedding watching as your husband went to get drunk.

You were not much of a drinker yourself, you never really liked the taste and HATED it when Five drank. Tonight, however, you'd let it slide, but you knew you'd have your hands full looking after him.

As the night progressed, you watched your husband slowly get more and more drunk.

You had fun though. Everyone dancing together was enjoyable and you had used the (F/C) lightning that came off your body when running to spice up the floor a bit.

You were twirling around in your dress when you heard Five's voice. You watched, trying so hard not to laugh, as his drunk-as-fuck-ass gave a moving speech to Luther.

You liked Five's singing though, you walked up to the stage and joined him. Wrapping an arm around him.

When everyone moved onto the patio, you had gone off to power your nose. So Five had gone out by himself.

When you went to find the group, half of them were gone, including Five.

"Oh no," you mumble, you stop Luther as he starts to walk Sloane inside, "Where's Five?"

Luther chuckles, "Said he was going to the buffet,"

You sigh and superspeed there, looking around. No Five. You growl and continue to run through the hotel. The (F/C) sparks and a strong breeze followed you everywhere you went.

You soon found Five wandering throughout the halls with cereal in his hands. You zip in front of him and smile.

"There you are,"

Five stumbles at the breeze you make but looks up and smiles when he sees you.

"Y/N!!" He jumps up and glomps you. You're so thankful that minor super strength is part of superspeed because if it wasn't, Five would have knocked you over.

"Hey, baby," you whisper, kissing his cheek, "What are we up to, hmm?"

Five blinks heavily a few times, looking at the cereal in his hands before shrugging, "I dunno,"

You laugh and kiss him softly, "Maybe it's time take you to bed,"

Five wriggles his eyebrows and locks his arms around your neck, "Take me to bed, huh?"

You playfully push his face away from yours, "Not like that. That's the LAST thing you need. I mean sleep, mister,"

Five whines, "Nooo, the night is still young!" He throws his arms out dramatically, "and I have plans,"

You raises your eyebrows in mock fear, "Plans?"

"Plans! Yes!" Five slurs poking your chest, "Lots and lots of plans!"

Five then stumbles over to the plant in the corner of the room, you wince as he vomits. Kneeling down next to him, and rubbing his back.

"There, there, sweetie, get it out," you urge, "It's alright,"

“With everything we discussed, it’d be folly to wait,” A voice said. You snap your head around and even Five looks curious.

The white buffalo suite door is cracked open, and you two can see Reginald, “There is no time. I can’t do this without you.”

Both you and Five press against the crack in the door, straining to see who he’s talking to. You use your speed to faze through the door, only for a moment, and see Allison.

“Do we have a deal?”

"Shit," you whisper, gently coaxing Five up, "Come on, baby, we have to go,"

"What why?" Five asked, already forgetting what just happened, "Wh-" then he wobbles "Oh shit,"

Five tips backward into your arms. You weren't prepared this time so his weight sends you both into the elevator. You grunt as you land on the hard floor, with Five completely passed out on top of you.

The doors close and you sigh. You knew Allison was unstable but this...this meant trouble. You look at Five in your lap and smile. Allison will have to wait, you have your husband to take care of.

As the doors slowly open again, you pull Five to his feet and start dragging him down the hall to your room. He wakes up half-way there are starts to protest.

"No! Please! I wanna keep going," he mumbles, you shake your head.

"You're way too drunk to do anything, my love," you say, Five shakes his own head.

"Am not!"

You look at him, "Oh really? Can you look at that clock and tell me what it says,"

"It says 'Five is not fucking drunk'" he turns around, all proud of himself. You only look at him unamused,

"Okay, bed time!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

You drag Five to the door and lock the door. He instantly blinks away.

"FIVE!"

You run out to find him running down the hall, cackling.

"You can't catch me!"

"Oh, for the love of!"

You speed up to him, only for him to blink again. You rub your temples.

"Come on, Five. You need sleep and I'm growing tired. Let's go to bed,"

Five, appearing at the end of the hallway, tilts his head in concertation, "Nah,"

"I'll snuggle you," You offer, "Just how you like it,"

"Ooh!" Five seems interested for a moment, then shakes his head, "Nah!"

He's gone once again, causing you to huff. You wounder if it was better for him to just run himself out.

You shake your head, you can't leave him. You run after him.

Soon, the entire hotel is light up with blue and (F/C) lights as you chase Five around the hotel.

You find Five pilling a bunch of mannequins into some machine and pouring soap in.

"No!" You cry, causing him to stop, "Put that down!"

Five beams and holds the soap closer,

"No! Put it down. Put it...down!"

Five pouts and drops the soap, "You're no fun sometimes, Y/N,"

Aaaannnnd there he goes. You decide to just wait it out. The next few hours you run around, following Five but no longer trying to stop his drunken antics.

Before long you find him snuggled up under the radiator in the kitchen. You smile and shake your head fondly before picking him up.

He snuggles your chest as his eyes flutter open, "Y/N?"

"Yes, my love, it's me," You shift him a bit to get a better hold on him, "I'm taking you back to our room,"

He nods and lets his arms dangle under him, "You're so amazing, you know that," he murmurs, "So...so...amazing,"

You laugh, "Thank you, baby,"

Five takes a bit of your dress in his fingers, "Is this the one I bought you?"

"Bought?" You chuckle, "You mean stole, but yes,"

Five sighs happily, resting his head on your chest and looking up at you, "You're so pretty," his smile is dreamy, "I love you so much,"

You smile and finally reach the room, you faze in and walk over to the bed, laying Five down.

His body relaxes into the mattress as he sighs in bliss. You slowly help him take off his shoes and vest before helping him change into more comfortable clothes.

"I love you," he mumbles for the 10th time, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too," you smile, quickly changing your own clothes using your speed, Five smiles.

"I love your power," he picks at his nail slightly, "It's so beautiful and powerful,"

You smile, "Yours is too," you lay down next to him, "Now sleep honey, it'll be alright,"

Five hugs you like a koala, arms around your chest, legs around your waist, "I'm so glad I get to spend my final days with you," he mumbles, "I love you,"

You kiss him softly, "I love you too, now rest,"

Five nuzzles into your chest. You smile and run a hand through his hair, listening the the noises of the kugelblitz outside.

"I wouldn't mind trying one last time," you mutter, "You're worth saving, my love,"

Five makes a noise in his sleep and you smile,

"Sweetest of dreams, Number Five," you kiss his head, "I will always be with you,"

———————❖———————

I love writing this one! It was so cute and fluffy! I tired to add some humor but idk how I did. Requests are still open so feel free to send in some more! Also, a part three to Mindless will be out soon so look for that. Thanks again for reading!

[parkersbliss]

Flustered | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc: 903

warnings: sexual innuendo?

synopsis: ever since five retried, he’s been a lot more affectionate with you

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 043: “Your hands are really soft.” 054: “They have everyone.” “Not you.” “I’m the exception.” 067: “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

—

“Hi, Luther, Klaus, Diego!” You greet happily. Five doesn’t bother and just pulls out his chair.

“What’s wrong?” Later said through a mouthful of Chinese takeout. “You look happy.”

You come up next to Five, and he pulls a chair out for you, making your cheeks heat up at the small action. “Why can’t he be happy?”

“Well, he’s Five. Always so… bitter.”

You shrug. “They hate everyone.”

“Not you.”

“I’m the exception.”

“I am plenty happy,” Five spoke, taking a seat. “Had a nap and shvitz, what does a man need?”

“Brother’s who don’t eat like barn animals?” Klaus suggests.

Both Diego and Luther look to Klaus, mouths full of noodles, proving his point.

You sit down, smiling at the three brothers. You're dressed in the same thing as Five, a soft bathrobe that says “Hotel Obsidian.”

Klaus grins at you, and you raise a brow. “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

“What?” You practically scream, pulling back the collar of your bathrobe.

Diego snickers, “Seems like Five got a little more than a Shvitz.”

Luther nods. “Yeah, (Y/N) looks like she’s gonna die of embarrassment.”

Klaus claps. “Oh my god, I’m so happy for you two! How was it?”

Five blinked at his brother. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, why not? We’re bros!”

Five sighs, looking at you, then back to Klaus. “It was… nice.” You basically die in your seat at his choice of wording. He notices and chuckles, grabbing your hand in his. The three brothers whistle, and you shrink further into your seat.

“Your hands are really soft,” He whispers in your ear.

“Five!” You whine, feeling like you might explode at all the attention and affection. You and Five mostly kept your relationship on the down-low, seeming it was the most concerning issue the past month.

“So I’ve been thinking through our little timeline snafu, and I’m pleased to report that in my professional, expert opinion: we are totally in the clear.”

“Awesome!”

“Huh.”

“Great! So everything’s totally fine?” Luther asked.

“More or less. I mean,” Five hesitates, smiling. “There is one small thing. But it’s nothing we can’t manage.”

Five hands you one of the carry-out boxes, “Choi mein, your favorite.” And you smile softly, mumbling a thanks to him. He just smiles back, “Anytime.” And your stomach flips when he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. You actually think you might die this time.

“So, spit it out, boomer!” Diego mumbles through his noodles.

“Fine, Diego, it’s like this. Dad didn’t adopt us as babies, but those babies still existed here,” Five explained as you take a bite of your own meal.

Klaus frowns. “Awww.”

“We just grew up in different places with different people.”

“So?” Diego questions.

“So where are they now? Odds are we each have identical versions of ourselves walking around out there living completely different lives.”

Luter gasps excitedly. “Our doppelgängers!”

“That’s a made-up word,” Klaus dismisses.

“No, no, I learned all about this in Texas. Tell them about the paranoid psychosis, Five!”

“It’s paradox,” You correct.

“Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought you said this wasn’t a problem?”

“Okay, yes,” Five admits. “Technically, if you’re near your Doppel for too long, you’ll go insane. So if you ever see your other self—”

“Kill them.”

“Sleep with them.”

“… avoid them."

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Luther asked, giving both his brothers a skeptical look.

“Oh, come on, as if you wouldn’t climb Luther mountain,” Klaus teases. The look on Luther’s face tells you enough about what he’s thinking.

“Wait, how are we supposed to guarantee we don’t cross paths with ourselves?”

“Easy. I mean, we’re the Benetton of superheroes, born all around the world until dad brought us here, which he no longer did. Doppel’s probably aren’t even in the same time zone as us.”

“That’s true,” Luther mumbles.

Diego nods. “Yeah.”

“Would you pass the moo shu?” Five asked, reaching across the table, and Luther does so. Suddenly, Diego leaves in a rush, and you shrug it off.

“So how long have you two been…” Klaus trails off, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Gross, Klaus,” Five said, before adding. “We’ve been together for a while now.”

“Oh, wow,” Klaus sighs. “That’s so cute. I mean, (Y/N) is so sweet, and you’re so… you!”

You giggle at that, and Five rolls his eyes, “Thanks, Klaus.” Five grabs his takeout and a pair of chopsticks before taking your hand and helping you off your seat.

“You didn’t have to do that, Five,” You mumble, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I know, darling, but I wanted to,” He replies, and you swear you’re gonna pass out.

Five must notice because he waves his brothers goodbye and leads you back to the hotel room. His hand intertwines with yours, and your face is even hotter now.

“You’re easily flustered, darling,” Five said, opening the door to his room.

“You’re not usually so forward, that’s all,” You shrug.

“Well, I’m retired, so I get to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

You hide your face in your hands at his comment. “Five!”

He chuckles, peeling your hands away carefully. “There you are, pretty girl.” Five cups your face in his hands, pressing a tender kiss to your lips that has you internally screaming.

“The rest of our lives is just gonna be this,” He promises.

“Really?”

“Really.”

— END —

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[deceasedream69]

Tired

We arrived at the hotel, I sat on a couch while the rest of the team discussed about the rooms.

Five seemed pretty tired. He sat next to me, I put my arm around him, my hand on his hair, and started to rub his head, his hair through my fingers was really soft.

- "what are you doing?", He said not moving.

- "you seem tired", I said never taking my eyes off the morons discussing with the old man who gave the keys.

- "I'm not that tired, and I'm not a baby"

- "I never said you were"

Using my powers I got him to slowly lay down, until his head was on my lap.

- "what are you-?"

- "just sleep"

He fell asleep really quick, I didn't even have a chance to use my powers to make him sleep.

- "ok, we have the rooms. Let's go!", Said Klaus turning to the couch.

Both of us were sleeping. Five's head on my lap, my fingers on his hair and my head thrown back.

- "awwww, look at them", said Luther grabbing one key.

- "mhm", said unfazed Allison taking the other key.

*time skip*

- "mmmm", he got up, dropping her hand onto her own lap while he sat up. "Y/n..."

- "mmm?", I said quickly, my neck hurted.

- "did you sleep well?"

- "not really", I rubbed my neck.

- "I'm sorry"

- "you don't have to apologize. I'm glad you finally had some sleep after all you've been through", I said getting up.

- "yeah, it was nice. But I guess it was nicer because I wasn't alone"

- "if you want me to sleep with you tonight just say so", I teased him.

- "I wouldn't complain", he said teasing back.

[saltywritings]

I’ll Wait For You | Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Ordinary! Reader x Five Hargreeves. When Five time travels back to save his siblings and the world he decides there’s someone he needs to find first. You and five were in a secret relationship during the time of his disappearance and you have not seen him since he disappeared all those years ago. However, he realizes that everything has changed as soon as you open the door.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,603

Number Five had been back in 2019 for two days now. Since he had managed to jump back the only thing that had been on his mind was you. You were what Five thought about all day everyday since he was trapped in the apocalypse. Five had become so deranged at the time that he named a manikin after you and talked to her like she was you. Each day Five thought of how good it would be to kiss your lips one more time, to hold you in his arms, or to feel your hand in his. You were the most extraordinary person he had ever met, and yet, you contained no supernatural or superhuman abilities. Five loved you, as much as a thirteen year old boy could have loved someone.

However, being away from you his brain had continued to grow and romanticize the love he had for you. By now he was still gushing over the memories a thirteen year old boy had with a thirteen year old girl.

You on the other hand? The thought of number five had never really left your mind. At first, you had thought that Five was trying to break up with you. After all, he never responded to a single letter you left hidden for him, he was never at your meet up spots... The easiest explanation was that he was just done with you. It seemed so unlike Five, to leave things this way. You would continue to leave letters and sit alone at the café of months. In hopes he would one day appear back into your life. Little did you know you would be doing this for some time. Each Tuesday by yourself with a donut that was meant to be split between two people. You would often cry and eat it all until one particular Tuesday you went to the café. While you did not recognize the girl that sat across from you the outfit resembled Fives closely. 

The pale girl with dark hair claimed to be his sister. With a handful of the letters you had been sending him she explained Five’s disappearance to you. Vanya would be the only person to ever know about you and Five. 

Each week Vanya would be the one to meet you at the café, she would sneak out and split a donut with you. The two of you decided to keep this up until Five returned. That way neither of you would be lonely without him. However, the weeks turned to months and the months turned into years. You waited for him because even though you were young, you had loved him. So, you waited. You waited as long as you could. Vanya would tell you, “It’s okay, Y/N. You can move on.” For years you wouldn’t listen to her. After ten years of waiting for him to come back you decided to let Five go. You moved on the best you could. 

Vanya told Five everything. How she found you hiding letters, how she found out about the two of you, and how you and her would meet in the café that you and Five use to. Vanya gave Five the letters she saved, but he still could not bring himself to even open them. 

"Maybe you should go see her?” Vanya had suggested to her brother, who had currently been crashing in her apartment. 

“And say what...?” Five questioned her. He wasn’t sure what to even say to you that would make up for all the time Vanya said he waited for you. 

“Does it matter? If you still love her it might be good for you to see, you know . . . that she’s okay” Vanya tried to explain, she was trying to be helpful. Five on the other hand was trying to avoid it, he thought if he saved the world first it would make the reality of seeing you easier. 

“Even like this?” Five asked gesturing to his body, physically he wanted to be a man. An adult like you had been. Maybe it would have been easier for him if the both of you looked different then you had remembered. 

“That’s probably for the best” Vanya had assured him, and just like that, with the current support of Vanya, and your address in his hand he made his way to your door. 

Five was satisfied with the exterior of your town house. It made him feel good to know that this is where you had been living. Somewhere nice. He tried to find your body amongst the rubble when he was stuck in the apocalypse, but he was unsuccessful. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what you were suppose to look like at the age of thirty. Five stood at your door, his hands shaking while he attempted to make a fist. Weakly, Five knocked on your door. You, on the other hand, had simply been doing the dishes. Quickly you dried off your hands and made your way towards the door. “Coming!” You called out. In this moment, you had not really been thinking of who was here. But when you opened that door you hadn’t expected to see Five Hargreeves. Therefore, when you opened the door you almost couldn’t believe that the boy you loved all those years ago was in front of you. “F-Five?” You questioned him. 

“Yeah, Y/N. It’s me.” Five said, he looked over your features to see how you had changed, the curves of your body was those of a developed woman. Your hair was shorter then before, a few more freckles had covered your skin, and your nails no longer and been chewed. You had changed in ways he had not imagined. But still, he looked at you and his heart still stopped. 

What you should be feeling was lost on you right now. The feelings were overwhelming and hard to sort through. You could faint, however, in order to avoid such a fate you suggested, “Why don’t you come in and we could sit or something,” five simply nodded and complied. You sat down on the sofa, your breathing almost out of control while you tried to grasp that Five came back. 

The feeling of panic was the first feeling that had overcome you among seeing Five. Your body was shaking when the second feeling overcame you. Guilt. If only you had waited longer. If you had waited longer then he would have someone to return to. While you had been on the couch trying to sort out your feelings and think of something to say, Five had taken a moment to look around your home. The boy in front of you had still been standing at this point. Five’s eyes looked around at the toys that were on the ground and the pictures on your wall. The pictures of you with another man. 

The pictures of you with your husband. To say that seeing this did not initially hurt Five would be a lie. To see you in this house, with small toys on the ground, a ring on your finger, and photos from a wedding was enough to make Five’s heart ache. He wanted this with you some day. He imagined what it would be like to have this life with you. to see you have it with someone else was enough to bring tears to his eyes. 

“I-I’m sorry,” You finally broke the silence, his head not turning from the wedding photo that had been framed on your wall. “I waited ten years for you five,” You tried to justify your decisions. Your marriage, or why he came back to you to see this life you built. 

“I know- I’m not . . .” Five had trailed off, trying to collect himself. “I’m not mad at you, Y/N. For a while when I was gone I thought I could still come home to you but . . . after the years pasted I hoped you had this” He confessed. 

Warm tears slipped from your eyes and down your cheeks. Five walked across the small distance that had separated you and him, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your face. “I should have waited longer,” You managed to say, the feeling of guilt overwhelming you.  

“No, trust me Y/N. You waited too long. I’m happy that you have this life.” Five said, his hand still holding your face as he spoke. He offered you a small and sad smile as you offered him the same. “Does he make you happy?” Five asked you. You only managed to nod and he continued on with the sad smile he had been offering you since he closed the gap. 

“Good.” Five said simply, lowering his face down slowly to be level with yours. “You’ve grown to be more beautiful then I ever could have imagined” Five cooed to you, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to keep himself together. But then, you had pulled him into your arms for what would be the last time and Five enjoyed what he had missed all this time. He enjoyed your embrace for the moments he was able to hold on. But Five knew what he had to do. He had to let you go, and therefore, Five let you go. “I hope this life is good to you, Y/N. I’ll never forget you” Five said, and in a moment of blue light he was gone. 

Five was just gone. Tears continued to slip from your eyes as your hands reached out for something of him, anything. 

“Five. . .” Your voice echoed into the silence of your home, and once again you fell onto your couch. 

As Five transported onto a near by street he looked back to your home and whispered, “I’ll wait for you”

[cas-backwards-tie]

CopyCat

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Request: prompts “don’t be afraid, trust me.” and  i’ll be here, no matter what.” from the misc sentences. Can Five and the reader have a moment like Luther and Allison did in S2E10? Where the reader tries to use her powers to fight Lila but she uses them against her and she almost dies but Five helps her out like Luther did with Allison. Basically a loving and protective Five and make it fluffy af please thank you!

Words: 2,310

Warnings: Cursing, Near-Death Experiences, Fighting, Anxiety, Angst.

A/N: For @alexa135​ . I really hope you enjoy this! I decided to give the reader water-based powers. OH! I forgot but this should go without saying considering the request but there will be spoilers for the season 2 finale!

“What the hell happened? What was that?” Luther asks with a groan as Five helps him up.

“She must have redirected Vanya’s energy wave,” Five thinks aloud, trying to piece the puzzle together in his mind while simultaneously remaining present in the fight.

“Yeah, I know, but how?” He voices the question they’re all bound to have once this damned fight is over. The broken fireplace shifts, bricks beginning to topple. Five springs into action.

“Luther watch out!” He yells, pushing him out of the way, tons of bricks falling on top of Five and completely burying him.

“Five!” The scream comes from the tattered house, causing your eyes to shoot open.

After Lila had sent an energy wave blasting in your direction, it sent you flying across the farm. Luckily Harlan’s ability had caused it to snow, and snow is made of water, therefore allowing you to collect snow and form it into a landing pad cushy enough to prevent major injury.

The cold wind creates an ominous whistle in the air as you struggle to push yourself out of the snowy cocoon. Once you’re on your feet, it’s a race against time. Is it? Oh, God. The thoughts in the back of your mind run rampant as your heart pounds against your chest, heart already aching at the dreadful thought: Five is dead.

Just as you arrive at the surprisingly still intact front door of the house, you throw it open only for your eyes to widen. Luther’s thrown through the wall of the house by none other than Lila, something that causes alarm. Not only was she able to create an energy wave, but she has super-strength too? Before you can react, she’s stepping through the hole and out of the house.

Allison’s voice is enough to make your heart clench as your own worry only amplifies for Five. You thought he was in here, but looking around, you don’t see him anywhere. “Five?” It comes out quietly at first as if you’re afraid of receiving no answer. “Five?” You call louder, still searching for him at the entrance.

The sound of talking then fighting outside doesn’t concern you, having faith in Five’s siblings, yet, the longer it goes on and you don’t find Five, you decide it might be best to help contain Lila before resuming your search. If he really is dead… he wouldn’t want to lose anyone else.

Stepping over the rubble and pile of bricks, you finally hear Allison use her power. Relief floods you as you know she’s powerful. “I heard a rumor-”

“-you stopped breathing,” Lila returns the rumor, somehow mirroring her power. As instantly as relief flooded you, it ebbs away, replaced instead with cold and heavy terror. Three members are missing and Diego is crying for help; that’s four down and only three standing, including you.

You don’t suspect Lila’s noticed you yet, with Luther’s groveling and the sick way Lila watches, but you know what to do. This is an advantage, one of Five’s favorites in fact: the element of surprise. With the outstretch of your hands, you concentrate all your energy on boiling the water inside her body, essentially melting her from the inside out. She slowly turns in your direction and you circle around her. Lila stuffs her hands in her pockets.

“You,” it’s an accusatory tone. A chuckle leaves Lila’s lips, and she tilts her head, a wicked smile upon her lips. “You’re little shit of a boyfriend’s dead, you know?” She jokes, no sign of pain from her despite the red glow around your hands. “He’s dead, though really, you should be thanking me, you know? That murdering prick.”

“Shut up! Don’t you dare speak about him like that,” you threaten, jaw clenching as you take a step toward her, closer toward the barn. She leads you further and further away, a game of cat and mouse perhaps, a game of chicken. You’re not scared. You’ll do whatever it takes to avenge Five.

“Oh yeah? Or what?” She laughs maniacally, her eyes widening in a way only a psychopath’s would.

That’s when you notice it. You wince. There’s a twinge of pain at your side and your attention is drawn to her fists as she pulls them out of her pockets and holds them up, they’re glowing red just like yours. “You gonna bite me? Nice try, little girl, but I think you’re the only one who’ll be absolutely on fire tonight!”

Next comes the headache, the familiar feeling of dehydration. It’s the first stage. Blood rushes through your veins, pounding as you glare up at her with a look that Five’s said on many occasions could kill. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath, but when you let it out as a loud sigh, you wobble on your feet. The previous posture you’d had slumps as you struggle to stay standing. Another telltale sign is sweat; loss of fluids. Sweat drips down your forehead, underneath your clothes, your palms struggling to stay clenched in a fist as your eyebrows furrow in her direction.

“You’re not winning this, Lila. I won’t let you get away with this!” Something bubbles inside you. It feels somewhat like gas or an upset stomach, but you know what it really is… it’s your insides boiling; melting; overheating.

“We’ll see about that,” the smug look on her face does nothing but irk you. You have absolutely no idea what Diego saw in her.

One of Luther’s cries for Allison causes you to refocus. There’s no chance in hell you’ll let Lila live through this. She’s not going to get away with killing another one of the Hargreeves siblings today! A yell tears through you as you tap into your energy, your power. Directing it toward her, the glow of your hands amplifies into a bright red. It’s working.

Lila winces and folds in half, holding her stomach. “You little- conniving- she-devil!” Whipping her head up to glare at you through her bangs, Lila grunts as her fists glow brighter. She’s using more of her power!

“Let her go! It’s me you want, isn’t it?” Five’s voice distracts you. Hope lights up in your eyes and butterflies swirl through your tummy- wait… no. That’s not it. The momentary distraction was enough for her. A spike of heat throws you off your feet and you collapse onto the ground, clutching at your stomach. 

Releasing a string of groans as you writhe on the ground, you know this is the worst of it. Soon it will be over and the pain will become so much that it will numb. By then... there’s no coming back from it. That’s what happens to all your victims.

“Why won’t you just stay dead?” Lila asks rhetorically, blowing her bangs out of her face with a roll of her eyes as she relaxes from her one-on-one with you. “I can fix that for you,” she threatens. Stalking across the snow, a scream causes everyone to freeze.

“LILA!” It’s Diego. Running toward her, he stops just a few feet behind her. Though it might be stupid to take her eyes off of Five, she knows she’s ready for anything, so she takes a split-second to look at Diego. “You’ve gotta be a desperate, pathetic, wimp to go after those kids! If you do this… you’re only fooling yourself. You know who the enemy is here, and it’s not us! It’s not Five,” he warns, grabbing her attention.

The woman does a double-take, looking between the young couple and Diego. She knows Five’s not going anywhere, he’d never leave you to die alone, so she’s got some time to spare. After all, she wants to take her time killing him. Might as well save him for last. Running after Diego, the man panics and turns, fleeing into the barn.

Five couldn't care less about the snow as he throws himself onto the ground, hurriedly pulling you closer. Wait, is this the smart thing to do? He knows your abilities; he knows you’d been boiling each other alive, she’d mirrored you, Lila had been a copycat. It’s an idea, not founded on proof or fact as this situation has never happened before, but it’s the only logical solution he can think of. It has to work! The old man calls your name a few times, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he forces you to look at him. His hands pin you down on the ground to prevent you from writhing too much. That won’t help anything. Surely touch isn’t good as his body-heat will only worsen your state. Right now you need to be still, you need cold, you need ice. He needs your attention for a second though, long enough to relay his plan. “Look at me, look at me. You’re not dying today. You’re not dying here, I am not letting that happen.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you’d been duped. You feel like an idiot. Even if Five wasn’t dead, now you’re the one who’s dying. Go figure, right? Staring up at the cloudy grey sky, you can’t help but feel like this is all so wrong. This isn’t the way things were supposed to go! This isn’t how you wanted to die.

Five doesn’t allow you to think like that. His face blocks your vision as his icy-blue eyes search your own, worry, and concern obvious within them. “Don’t be afraid, trust me. I know that you’re tired. I know, but you need to use your powers again. You need to freeze yourself. Use the snow, use the ice. Use the water in my body for all I care, you have to live! I am not losing you today, and I’ll be here, no matter what!” Sliding his hand into your own, he squeezes your hand for a moment, giving you a worried smile. His eyebrows are slightly pinched, creating worry-lines on his forehead as he hovers over you.

It shouldn’t be that simple. It can’t… and you don’t have enough energy to do that, but you don’t know how to tell Five. He’d lose his mind. If it were any other time he’d lecture you on how their family is not a family of quitters, and he, himself, is certainly not a quitter. The whisper of your name causes you to open your eyes again. Five closes the space between you to place a tender kiss on your lips. “Please… I can’t lose you too.”

With a shaky inhale, you let go of his hand and place it on your stomach. A dim blue glow surrounding your hand as you begin to freeze yourself. You have to try. A lightbulb goes off in Five’s head. He gathers the surrounding snow in his hands, beginning to pile it on top of you, almost like burying someone in the sand, only in snow. This has to work. It has to; he keeps telling himself on repeat. It drives him crazy to sit there watching, not able to do anything other than cover you in snow. He hates the snow, and any other time he’d curse it, but right now he’s grateful to the universe. The faint sound of fighting in the barn worries him, and he contemplates the idea of helping his siblings… but he can’t leave you. What if you die? He’d never forgive himself if he wasn’t here and you were alone taking your last breath.

His heart pounds in his chest and he takes shaky breaths as he freezes his ass off. It’s cold as fuck out here, though he knows you don’t feel it right now. Underneath the snow he’d placed atop your stomach he spots a brighter blue glow, which must mean it’s working, right?! It has to be. It has to be. Five scoots a little closer as he watches with anticipation. Your eyes flutter closed again, lips void of color from dehydration. Calling your name, you don’t answer.

The beating of your heart slows down, you can feel it within you. Things don’t hurt anymore, and you’re thankful for that. It’s just as you’d predicted, though, and the only thing you regret is not being able to tell Five that you love him. He watches as your chest slows, your breathing becoming more spaced out. Anger, resentment, regret, dread, and horror all fill his gut as he slowly processes what’s happening. Five isn’t a crier, but as he stares stoically at your body, he feels tears start to well up in his eyes. With a quiet whimper, he hangs his head, bangs falling in his face as he sniffles, unable to process this. Whispering your name, as if it were a question, as if he’s expecting an answer, Five’s eyes widen as yours flutter open. “Oh- thank the forces that be!” A heavy sigh escapes him as he hurriedly pushes the snow off of you and helps you sit up. Snowflakes stick to your hair, which elicits a genuine smile from Five. He raises his hand to brush your hair behind your ear and run it down your hair before cupping your cheek.

Both of you open your mouths to speak at the same time, though you beat him to it. “I love you, Five.”

“I love you too,” he whispers in response, never once taking his eyes off yours. The hand is soft on your cheek and it makes you utterly happy that you’re both alive. Noticing him leaning in, you close the space between you with a soft and yet desperate kiss. He thought he’d lost you; you thought you’d lost him. Neither of those things were true. A rumbling of the ground causes both of you to pull away, realization dawning on you that the fight isn’t over yet.

[fivescoffeemug]

the word that starts with an L.

Pairing : Five Hargreeves x reader

Request : “Hola! 🌻🐣 Klaus and Allison throw a party at a mansion. Reader is talking to people аnd dancing with a wide smile (they just want to forget all of their worries for a moment) and Five is just admire them from the corner of a bar. After a while Reader cannot find Five in a crowd, so they go to the Fives room and, suddenly, teleports at the roof. There are Christmas lights everywhere and slow music thumped through the small open window. Reader and Five just dancing there and talk all night.”

“hiii !!! could you write a five fic about maybe just like christmas?? like just fluff and more fluff 😂😂 maybe they celebrate with family and five is being a di*k like always and being sarcastic and all and he gives the reader a present but it's like a general one youd expect from family like a book or somethinf but then they go to his room and he gives the reader their actual present and it's like an inside joke or just really sweet?? idkkk I'm sorry if this is too specific or something.”

words : 1661

warnings : swearing

A/N : yes, I am combining two requests since they seem to have about the same premise? Hopefully they find this. Sorry if this seemed rushed, I was panicking because I was severely lacking in original content and I still had a lot more requests to go. I’m so sorry.

So there you were. Dressed up in a red and white dress that sparkled under the moonlight, sighing to yourself. This is the most discomfort you’ve felt in a long time, since you never got around to doing anything actually productive besides your part time job.

Though, that part time job did right by you.

You met a boy. A man, perhaps. He seemed scrawny, had gorgeous cornflower blue eyes and the best smile to match it. After your interesting yet ego-wrecking conversation with him, you both exhange numbers and have never gone a day without chatting since.

You arrive at the address he provided you, alarmed by the magnificent house. While he did look rich, you weren’t thinking this rich.

You knock at the door, waiting for a response patiently and a tall ropy guy appears. You were puzzled at his size as he asks for your name. You gladly give it to him and he greets you with warm smile, welcoming you in. The place was gorgeous. Seemingly old but well-polished antiques laid around, and every wall and corner of the house reminded you of the victorian era aesthetic.

All for one boy? You thought to yourself.

“Cool, right?” The ropy man asks. “We haven’t thrown a party in ages.”

“We?” You question.

“Yeah—Me, Allison, Vanya, Klaus, Diego, Five. Which one of those brought you here?” He listed.

“F-Five,” You stutter, soon wondering why Five was the only one named after a number.

The tall man blinked at you, frowning in confusion. “Woah. Holy damn.”

“What?”

“Nothing I just ... I didn’t think the grump would even participate in this party in the first place, let alone have such a stunning woman as his plus one.”

“Haha, we’re just friends but thanks, I’m flattered,” You sniggered, looking around at the dazzling place once more.

“Hey gorilla brain,” You hear a familiar voice call. “She’s a smart one, try not to lower her iq with your presence yeah?”

“Like I said, grump,” He whispers, briskly taking his leave right after. You chuckle at his remark.

Just as soon as he left, the familiar boy approached you, now wearing a suit and tie. He looked professional in it.

“Five!” You exclaim in excitement. “I was wondering if you were going to see me.”

“Of course I would; everyone else in this party were invited by my braindead siblings. You’re all I have,” he looked up at you with his stunning cerulean eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, you soon notice Five frowning as he looked around. “It’s too crowded. Would you like to go somewhere else?”

“Sure,” you chortled. “Use your ‘powers’ or something.”

“If you say so.” He takes you by the waist and a bright light blinded you as you ended up in a smaller room with blue everywhere.

“Wait—wait what—”

“I told you I had powers.”

“Those exist?!” You shrieked. “I—I was just joking I didn’t—”

“Expect that? Yeah. I know, but I’m honestly really not in the mood to explain how it came about so, if you could do me a favor to save it for another day that would be splendid,” Five smiled ever so slightly, and you hated to admit it but it was the same smile he gave you that day that reeled you in.

You both hear ball music from downstairs interrupt the silence that cam after.

“Care to dance?” He held out his hand.

You were stunned by this question as you were when he teleported, as Five has never come off as the gentleman type to you, but maybe that’s because most conversations between the both of you were over the phone.

you roll your eyes as you couldn’t help but smile. “Like you’d really want to dance with me.”

“Why not?”

“Do you even know how to dance? It isn’t like you at all,” you jabbered, folding your arms.

Five bowed quite low, his hand still extending out for your touch. “Try me.”

You bit your lip, shaking your head slightly as you were quite mad at yourself for smiling all this while. You took his hand, and he soon pulled you in by the waist.

You felt as he led you and himself through the music, swaying and moving to every beat. He was surprisingly good at it.

He dipped you, holding you up by your arm as his face was inches away from yours. He pulled you upright again as the music continued on.

The warmth in his arms was intoxicating, if you were being honest. Maybe it’s because you simply haven’t been with a man in a long time but there was something about Five that intrigued you.

“Where’d you learn to dance so well?”

“My dead father decided it was a useful skill to learn as superheroes fighting crime when we were younger.”

He finally let you go after swaying for , the music coming to an end. You hated that you missed the feeling, but you couldn’t help but long for the feeling again.

Five sat down at his bed, sighing as his eyes seemed to look to far lands.

“What’s in that pretty little head of yours?” You chuckle, sitting beside him as your eyes refused to peel itself away from the sight of him.

“Why do you ask so many questions?” He shot back.

“For someone with a seemingly high reputation your patience is comparible to that of a cell.”

He smiled, letting out a short humming sound. “If I told you you would think I’m crazy.”

“I like crazy,” You began, “Why do you think I exchanged numbers with you?”

Five chuckled, but it didn’t last long as his face faded back to melancholy. “I spent forty five years ... alone, in ruins, scrapping for anything that could keep me alive ... I don’t remember how it feels like to be with people anymore. Like, real, talking, breathing people. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now if it’s just ... longing for company or ... whatever that word is ... the one that starts with L?”

You were baffled at first and thought he was pulling some kind of sick joke. However, the look on his face pulled at your heartstrings to beat just a little faster than it should have.

“I don’t want to say it. Words I don’t understand seems so filthy for me to use,” Five explained.

“Then don’t use it,” You proclaim haphazardly. “Let’s just crave for each other’s attention and company, and exchange hugs for the night. Yeah? I don’t know what you’ve been through but if you can teleport here somehow, then anything’s possible right?”

“I ... ”

“Even if it means falling in love without knowing the meaning,” You finish, putting your hand on his.

“You’re so ... pretty,” He says out of the blue, his eyes exploring every corner of your neck up. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“You’re not bad yourself, hargreeves.”

There was a long pause after you both exchange smiles and glances.

“Hey ... you know you’re not alone anymore, right?”

Five looks up. He nods. “I just don’t know how I could waste my time on such a wasteland when there was no meaning to it—I just—”

“Always remind your family of how lonely you’ve been. Always make sure they feel even the smallest ounce of pain you have for each night you’ve shivered in the rubble, just trying to get even a blink’s worth of sleep. You’ll never feel lonely ever again.”

“How could I? I’m with you now, anyway,” He snickered. “You always make me feel at home even if our conversations happen miles apart from each other.”

You held up your arm signaling for a hug, which he gladly takes. You notice is his head inches closer to the crook of your neck, feeling him breathe.

“Oh yeah; I know you want to be an author so I got you this,” Five pulls out a blood red fountain pen that was lined with gold on the edges.

“Is this .... is this real?” You question, unabke to believe the shine in the pen.

“Yeah. Real expensive but I expect nothing in return,” Five hands you a notebook. “I know you wanna test it out.”

Just then, you both noticed how the music soon got too loud for you both sit in peace, so Five blinked to the roof where it was flat.

You test out the gorgeous pen, profusely thanking Five for the extravagant gift. You both glanced up at the sky, questioning how the stars seemed to gleam brighter that night.

“Kiss me once and kiss my twice and kiss me once again ... ”

“Five Hargreeves are you ...?”

“Singing? Wow, how could I?” Five questioned in an overly sarcastic tone.

“That’s an old song.”

“Came to my mind.”

“Out of all the songs ... ”

“I was thinking I would love if it would happen.”

You glance at him, eyebrows raised as your jaw dropped slightly. He smiles charmingly, the type of smile that would get you on your knees but also have you dying from fluffiness.

“You would, wouldn’t you?”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t just looking at my lips.”

You look away from his sea blue eyes, noticing how it’s really started to hypnotize you. “What happens afterwards? What’s the point of this?”

“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” He gently puts a finger to your chin, making you face him again. His face was less than an inch from yours, and you hated how much you wanted it.

You smiled, him finally closing the pesky gap both your lips hated. You could feel the man’s smirk against your lips, and it just made you wrap your arms around his neck.

And finally,

after the longest time in your life,

You felt okay.