He can't walk straight and ends up just falling into you
Eyes are swarmed with an unknown emotion and a stupid smile takes over his face
"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" He giggles, poking your nose with a 'bop'
His personality has taken a 180
His nails practically dig into your skin as he tries to hold onto you
Drinking is one of the things he overindulges in and you have to stop him
His hands are all over you, touching you, feeling you, holding you
He's not usually so affectionate, so it takes you by surprise
"Kiss me, please," he slurs his words, his lips puckering to kiss you, but you push him back slightly
You help him to his bedroom, as he tries to fight you, because he doesn't want to go to bed, he wants to stay up with you
You have to go with him for him to go to his room
As you go to leave, he reaches for you, "Please don't leave-"
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You roam the halls looking for Five after his brother's wedding. You had seen him throwing back drink after drink, so you were worried that he was off somewhere black-out drunk. You heard light moaning and groaning coming from a far back room and you slowly opened the door to see Five sitting in a corner. His hair was a mess along with his shirt and tie.
He looked up slightly when hearing the door open. His eyes widened when seeing you; He tries to stand up, but ends up falling over and groaning.
"God, you are so drunk."
"I... I mam nost druuunk," his voice slurs as he speaks, causing his words to intertwine with each other.
"Uhuh," You walk over to him, grabbing his hand and helping him up. He leans into you, his head falling onto your shoulder. "I'm taking you to your room."
He adamantly shakes his head, "Noooo, no. I'm not tired."
You looked up at him, his body weight now pressing down at you, since he couldn't stand on his own. Your brows frown when seeing his eyes close and you roll your eyes. "You're so drunk, you don't realize that you're falling asleep right now."
He shakes his head, not able to vocally respond. Granted, even though was denying his sleepyness, he followed you to his room.
You slowly open the door, before shutting it with your foot when you both get in. He hangs off of you as you lead him to his bed and laying him down.
"Alright, Five. Try not to die in your sleep," You turn to leave, but you're stopped by a hand; His hand. He grabbed you, tightly, and was looking up at you with sleepy eyes.
"Please... Stay. Don't leave."
"You want me to stay?" You get out, ignoring his nails digging into your wrist.
He slowly blinks, trying to process what he was going to say next. He hums, before finally responding, "Yeah.. I want you to stay."
Before you can respond though, he yanks you towards him, holding you close against him. You sighed but ultimately accepted your fate. Hopefully, sober Five wouldn't question why he was entangled with you in a cuddle. Though knowing him, he probably would adamantly deny wanting to hold you close. But as they say, drunk actions are sober thoughts
Summary: You hate Five and he hates you, but maybe with one simple agreement you can see one another from the other's view
Pairings: Five Hargreeves x Reader
Tw: Enemies to Lovers, Klaus shenanigans, Ganging-up on Klaus/Clowning Five, Klaus was a flat-earther????
[Since Umbrella Academy is trending and the new season was ass, I'll give you something better written than the whole season]
You and Five never agreed on anything. If you said the sky was blue or that the grass was green, he would disagree with you and vice versa. Even if the other agreed, your pride was too high to admit that maybe the other person was right. It was one of the flaws you both shared, along with your mutual hatred for each other. Though, maybe you didn't hate each other as much as you thought.
It all started one afternoon, when you and Five were sitting in the kitchen in quiet; For the first time ever. Unluckily for you both, Klaus was more than happy to ruin the peace you both had created with each other for the first time since knowing each other.
You ignored his presence at first because you didn't want to give him much thought. That was until he said something so incredibly stupid that you had to sit up and look at Five to make sure he heard it too. Five was already looking at Klaus like he was the dumbest person in the world.
"God, I wonder how often you were dropped on your head as a baby."
"More like thrown into a wall," You joke, causing Five to let out a chuckle.
"Knowing our father, he probably was."
"You two aren't funny," Klaus complains.
"And you're an idiot. What's your point?" You remark, not taking him seriously at all.
"It was just a question."
"One so stupid, that Y/n and I are in agreement for once in our lives."
"How stupid do you have to be for that?"
Klaus groans, rolling his eyes, "You know what, it's not even that big of a deal. It doesn't matter. It's like when you argued with me about the world not being flat."
"You think that world's flat?" You asked, clearly taken a back.
Klaus rolls his eyes, shaking his head, as he lets out a chuckle, "Of course not."
"Oh yeah," Five says, laughing as he leans into it. "You should of been there, you would have loved it."
"God, I can't even imagine how that went down."
"Not well."
"Oh, so you two are now buddy buddy? Gross," Klaus looks away from you both. "You'll be back to fighting in like five minutes."
"With you around? I might actually start to like Five more than you."
"That bar can't be very high," Five jokes, causing you to high-five him.
"Don't Stop Me Now" — Five situations where yandere Five loses it
cw(s): yandere themes, non-descriptive self harm, mention of suicide and domestic violence
1 — someone ✗ something is trying to harm you
Pretty straightforward.
This is the numero uno that comes along with every yandere.
Five grew up with an abusive, emotionally absent father figure. He was pushed to be the best, the most successful of his siblings, just for an ounce of affection. He was isolated for so many years with nothing more than a department store doll. He has had to put away whatever loose morals he had to slave away in The Comission.
Then you come along and brighten up his life. No, you do more than that. You perfect it.
Then someone comes and tries to strip that away from him?
It's safe to say you've only seen that crazed look in his eyes when you're in danger. He doesn't care about whatever mission, the greater good, or whatever the fuck when you may end up being killed. He's swift and merciless, just as he was taught.
After he makes sure you are okay, he'll hold you to his chest for what feels like forever. He just needs to become secure again in the fact you are alive. You are here with him right now. It helps ground him so he doesn't end up going about on a killing spree.
Yes. That has happened one too many times.
Klaus now knows not to joke about random people flirting with you. Their spirits won't stop harassing him. In his defense, how was he supposed to know Five would just go out and slowly torture them before letting them waste away into death? Klaus didn't think Five was that unhinged. He knows better now.
2 — you harm yourself (in any way)
He keeps an observant eye on you, so it would be a miracle if you managed to accomplish anything along those lines.
Two words. no. more.
He has the internal breakdown. He's just standing there and staring at you. There are tears in his eyes. He wants to yell, to freak out, but his voice cracks far too much when he tries to reprimand you.
No. Just no.
That's the only word that encapsulates how he feels.
He is not going to allow you to hold any sharp objects. He makes sure you have no contact with Diego. Five is paranoid and suspects that Diego had something to do with this. Somehow.
You are more strictly monitored.
He has an entire list of mental and physical health questions he asks you each morning. If you tell him to leave you alone or that you are tired, there's about a seventy percent chance that he'll go off. It would definitely be in a Five way.
He'd be teleporting around you and sputtering out statistics and caring yet demeaning words.
3 — keeping him out of the loop
Five is meticulous.
When you keep him out of the loop—which could mean not saying good morning to him or hiding a romantic relationship—he feels so powerless again. He needs to know what is going on with you so he can protect you if need be.
Don't even try to argue with him.
He's older than you, so he knows best.
He has so much more experience at anything and everything. He can solve all of your problems if you just let him in.
Does that mean he will do the same in return? No.
There's no reason for you to know what he is doing at any point of the day. You don't need to worry your pretty little head about it. Aka, he's doing things that are morally gray at best and human rights violations at... that's still one of the better cases.
Just tell him. Or he'll force it out of you.
4 — things being out of his control
This ties in with every other scenario.
He needs to be in control.
Everything has to be perfect.
If one thing goes wrong, then you may slip through his fingers.
That isn't allowed to happen. It can't.
It eats away at him at night to think something could happen that he can't control.
The apocalypse happened, and he had to spend decades just accepting that fact. Until there was a chance he could change it.
Now he has to. He has to change, sort, and neatly put away everything. No speck of dust is out of place. If it is, then he'll end up pushing himself into fixing it, to the point of exhaustion or death—whichever comes first.
5 — escaping successfully
The only time there is a plausible chance he will resort to physical violence.
Why, why, why, why, why, why!?
How could he be so idiotic? How did you do it? Who helped you?
Whoever helped you is going to die if they haven't already killed themselves because they know Five is going to be coming after them.
He will act nonchalant, like he is in control, when he finally finds you once again. He'll tease, poke, and prod at your fear, like a ringmaster taming their lion. A part of this act is the truth. He has you back, and now everything can go back to how it was. The other part of him is still devastated and wants to curl up in your lap and just be safe there.
Pairings: Yandere!/Dark! Five Hargreeves X f!Reader
Summary: Five hates your relationship with Diego. He harasses you constantly using his powers. It's time to put a stop to this, but will you succeed?
Warnings: Grown-up/adult Five, Grown-up/adult reader, yandere, dark, mild smut i guess, noncon touches, implied future noncon, stalking the reader, obsession, possession, delusion, jealousy, step brother/sister dynamic, emotionally & physically fragile/vulnerable/helpless reader, constant violation of privacy, sexual harassment, blood, knife cut, death, (not them), cursing, read at your own risk. (sorry if i missed sth)
A/N: Based on my text imagine. Pics are from pinterest.
Your life wasn't so shitty before Five came into your life. Well, he's always been in your life. Since your father raised you together for superhero and apocalypse bullshit, Five was your supposed half brother. The others were technically like that too, but no one really felt that way; after all, you were dating Diego and Allison was with Luther. Oh yes, your relationship with Diego only and only bothered Five. He has never spared you his sarcastic eyes and words. This often caused him to have arguments with Diego, which often ended in a fight. It was an obvious fact that Five wanted you; he didn't even try to hide it.
Diego was so insistent on you being with him all the time. He didn't want to see you next to that 'sneaky little piece of shit'. He was right about that, though, because Five was looking for an opportunity to use his powers to his advantage and catch you alone.
Five wasn't shy about holding your hand when you were alone with him or squeezing you between him and the wall. He whispered his fantasies in your ear and talked about how much he wanted you, or said that 'fuckface' didn't deserve to smell your delicate skin. Thanks to your powers, it didn't take you long to push him back, but until you did, he always had enough time to feel your body with his yearning hands or bury his hungry mouth on your neck.
No matter how much he harassed you, you didn't want Diego to find out about this. The last time you were trapped alone in the shower, Diego walked inside before Five could even take a step, and when he saw Five there, he went batshit. It was such a terrible fight that it was a miracle they were both alive. You didn't want the same thing to happen, so you remained quiet. When Diego asked you if he was trying something funny, you just shook your head.
Five has taken advantage of your silence more and more every day. Diego gave you more alone time, and Five 'visited' you more often. There was no use in making a bargain with him. Your 'Leave me alone' or 'You have no right to do this!' rebellion had no meaning. Because he 'deserved' you.
"I deserve you." He gripped your arm tightly, refusing to let you go.
"I deserve you." He pulled you by your hair and devoured your lips.
"I deserve you." He pressed your chest against a wall, sliding his hand in under your skirt.
He was insane.
You realized that staying silent would only torment you more, but all that silence caused him to be even more attached to you. He wanted to see you more; he couldn't wait. To touch you more, to kiss you more, to hold you more...
It was time to confess everything to Diego. You decided to call your boyfriend first, but he didn't answer. He had been so busy these days; he didn't have time to pick up your phones, and you didn't even have time to see each other much. This was a pretty scary situation for you, since Five had plenty of time to harass you. Even if he was busy himself, he went out of his way to lay his hands on you every single day. You thought about waiting to tell Diego face-to-face, but you had no idea when the soonest time would be, and you couldn't wait any longer. You texted him, hoping he'd see it.
"Diego, please answer. We need to talk."
"I'm scared, Diego. Please text me back. I have to tell you something."
"I lied to you. I haven't been honest with you. It's about Five. Please call me back."
It's been one week already, but you never got any reply. Moreover, it was the first time you hadn't heard from him for so long. For a moment, you thought he was quite mad at you for lying. But Diego, you knew, would call back as soon as he found out you were harassed by Five. He would have already taken you in his arms, locked you somewhere safe, and stormed out to kill Five. Something was off.
You decided to go to that mansion where you all once lived together. Maybe one of your siblings knew where he was. You didn't know if they'd be there, though. You tried calling them too, but they didn't answer. You had to go there. It was dangerous for you to be outside your house. Damn, even your own house wasn't safe enough. But Five has also been missing for the last week. They were probably on the same mission; at least that was what you hoped.
Arriving there, you took a deep breath. That was it, you had to see them after a long time. You weren't really that close with your siblings, maybe because you weren't related by blood. But you still wanted to spend time with them deep inside. It was going to be an awkward meeting.
You entered the house, the door wasn't locked. You had your old keys with you, just in case, but you thought you'd have to knock the door.
"Hello?" You said, not so confident. You felt like you weren't supposed to be there. No one answered.
"Hello?" You took small steps. "Grace?"
Weird, you thought. After searching everywhere, it was time to go to your old bedrooms. You didn't think you were ready for this, but your legs took you as if you were moving to the inevitable ending just like in those horror movies. You didn't want to go there, you wanted to get out of the house, but you walked anyway. Your heart ached, your breathing became heavy, but you kept walking. There was no sound, no voice. But you kept walking.
"Diego?" You whispered. Why did you whisper? It wasn't like there was an enemy waiting for you there, right? But why did you feel like you fell into a trap?
"Diego?" Your voice trembled. The doors were all open. Except for one. Five's room.
You checked all the open ones, slightly leaning forward. You breathed out all the air you were holding all this time, which you didn't even realize. There was no one in sight, obviously. Then you stopped when it was time to check Five's room. Your hand went to the door handle and waited there without touching it. First, you put your ear against the door and listened. No sound. When your hand finally grasped the door handle, you slowly turned it and opened the door with a little creak. You looked from the corner of your eye, hiding behind the door. There didn't seem to be anyone there. Taking strength from this, you opened the door more so that you could see inside better. The room was perfectly tidy. That's when you noticed that bright object shining on the floor. What the hell was that? Was that—was that a knife?
No, it couldn't be. It looked like the ones Diego always carried with him.
You walked toward the knife. Entering Five's bedroom made you feel sick, even if it was his childhood bedroom. You felt trapped, completely exposed. So, you quickly knelt and took the knife. It seemed clean, but what in the hell was it in Five's old room? Was it always here? It made no sense.
You got up and turned around to leave the room, but...
"Five?"
"My love."
He closed the door behind him. And he locked it. Where did he get the lock?
"Five... What's going on?" You were visibly panicked, although you tried to stay calm. Damn, your panic was hearable through your voice, too. You knew it made him feel like he was the one who was in control of the situation, which wasn't a lie.
"Don't be scared." He took a step forward. Oh, I'm totally not scared at all.
"What are you doing here?" You didn't step back, even though you wanted to. He stared at your face for a while, didn't say anything. His eyes roamed on your face, just on your face. His eyes resting on your eyes, your cheeks, your lips... You patiently waited for him to say something.
He took another step. "I love you."
Oh, God. Not happening. You took a step back. "No, you don't."
"Yes, I do." He came closer. He had this weird smile on his fucking face that—you couldn't stand it.
"No, you don't."
"I would die for you." And with the last step, he closed the distance between you two and pushed you to the bed behind you. You stood on your elbows and looked at the man standing in front of you. "No, you wouldn't!" You didn't try to hide your emotions. You were panicked and scared. That was the truth, and he already knew it. Although you still didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing your reactions.
"Yes, I would. Fuck, I would take all the fucking bullets and knives for you." He quickly got on top of you, capturing you between his arms. You fell on your back when his face was just millimeters away from yours.
"Stop! Get off me!" You tried to push him, one of your hands holding the... knife. You had no choice. You placed the knife on his chest, pressing. His blood painted his cloth a little. "Fuck off, Five."
He didn't look at the knife; he didn't even flinch. His eyes were on you, smiling like a maniac. "Kill me."
Your mouth was wide open with shock and disgust. Your whole face was sour, beyond any doubt. He was the true definition of a maniac.
"You can't." He leaned forward, ignoring his life, and kissed your cheek. Then he whispered in your ear. "But I can. I would kill for you."
You put the knife down; instead, you pushed him as strong as you could. He was right; you couldn't kill him. You just... couldn't. He was still your stepbrother. He sexually assaulted you all the time, but you were still unable to bring yourself to do this.
"No, you wouldn't! Stop, let go!" You screamed, and then your tears were rolling down your cheeks. You didn't want to cry, but here you were. Giving him one of the best pleasures he could have.
"Yes, I would." He kissed your tears away. He patted your hair, happy to capture you. "Don't be afraid. You're mine now."
You screamed and tried to throw kicks under him. But he had a very strong build. He's grown into a very muscular man, but you maintained your fragility. If there was one fact about you, it was that you were physically too vulnerable. Your powers weren't so strong either; your emotions affected them a lot, so you couldn't fight him.
"No, you..." are insane, you wanted to say. You don't own me. Turning your face, you shut your eyes and prayed for this moment to end. But he grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at him. You wanted to wipe that smile off his face.
And at that moment, you noticed the fresh blood on his forehead hiding behind his long hair. You did not do this. Which meaned... You kept telling yourself that Five was an aggressive guy and that it probably had something to do with his mission, but your heart didn't believe it. The only thought that came to your mind was your boyfriend.
"Finally." He let out a small laugh, like an insane person would. "Finally."
"Where's Diego?" He seemed strangely calm, if you put aside his madness. Seemed delighted and accomplished.
"Five, where's Diego?" You asked with your panic-washed voice. Your wide-open eyes were focused on him, hoping that he would say something that would comfort you.
"I fucking killed him."
...
"What?"
You gasped.
No... no... no... This was not happening. This was not real.
"You heard it right. I sliced his fucking neck with his cheap little knife."
He was so proud of himself.
You collapsed in sobs, barely putting two words together. "Monster!"
He placed your wrists on your sides. You turned your head when he leaned in to kiss you, but he still placed his lips all over your face. He was trying to fake-comfort you. Your cheek, your forehead, your nose, your chin, the corner of your lip... He kissed wherever he could reach.
"I can't breathe without you. You're my goddamn oxygen."
You cried for help as loud as you could. You hoped someone would hear you and save you from him. Where were your siblings? Where was your father? Where was your robot mom?
warnings: five just being kinda crazy, herb not being as nice a guy as you might assume
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Five was very loud when he wanted to be, he realized as he walked through the winding halls of The Commission, watching his employees cower and duck their heads into their files or pretend to fix their clothes.
None of that mattered then, however. He reached into his pocket for that very familiar key that he had used every single day he had been in The Commission. The key to the Infinite Switchboard.
Just so he could see your face again, even for a moment. Maybe even find you if he could.
Sometimes he would come across old memories and dive into them. Oh, how beautiful you were. How you smiled and how you laughed and how you were always so kind. To him and to everyone.
His beautiful, beautiful girl. An angel among demons that crawled beneath her feet–he was a demon that would crawl beneath her feet anyway. A devil cast to the deepest pits of hell searching for that which could bring him salvation, if only for a moment.
Five Hargreeves wanted nothing more than to hold you to his chest, to tuck you into his arms safe and sound and never let you out again. Because his arms were where you belonged–where you still do belong. They were wide open for the ghost of you, gates to a rotting manor that only welcomed its original owner.
You could rip his heart from his chest and he would forgive you in a heartbeat.
The door creaked open and he quickly locked it behind him. The only other person with a key was Herb, and he wouldn’t dare disturb the owner of the Commission in his incredibly important research.
Even if that research wasn’t important to the company, per se. It was important to him. And if it was important to him then surely the world would fall apart if it wasn’t completed.
I would tear it apart if I couldn’t reach this at the very least, he thought, sitting down in the very same chair he did every day, flipping on the switch that reintroduced him to his sins, to what he needed to do.
Your smiling face greeted him, and for a second–just as always–he smiled back. He turned a dial beneath his right finger, looking back to the dreaded day he lost you.
November 22, 1963 was a day to behold, that was for sure. It was brighter than usual, not one cloud lingering in the sky and the sun blared down upon the mild Texas landscape.
His gun was aimed for where the president would ride by as you sat beside him, picking at the grass.
“Be careful, Sweetheart,” he said, and you looked up at him for a moment, eyes void. “You’ll ruin your sundress.”
“I think the sundress is the least of our worries today, Five.”
He sighed. “You’re not wrong.”
Five minutes later amidst the chaos that was taking place on the other side of the fence, he took your hand and brought it to his lips before diving through the hole he had ripped in the time-space continuum.
And then you were gone, stolen from him by the cruel fingers of time.
Five jumped when a knock on the door sounded, his fingers flying to the knife he had stuffed in his pocket at all times.
“Mr. Hargreeves?” Herb called. “Sir?”
Five sighed, dropping his knife before gliding the chair over to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Herb.”
Herb stepped in through the door before staring at the mess that had become the Infinite Switchboard. Papers were scattered everywhere–some with half-drawn faces, others with numbers and symbols he could only begin to understand. And then there was Five; clean shaven as always, but his eyes held something either dead or dangerously alive.
Either way, he knew there was nothing but trouble to be had with Five Hargreeves.
Nothing but trouble.
“Mr. Hargreeves,” Herb said, watching Five return to his pages, “what are you doing?”
“Nothing, Herb.”
Herb’s eyes flicked to the screen, to you. You in the yellow sundress. You who had cried in Dot’s arms one too many times to count.
You who had successfully escaped Five Hargreeves and fallen into a new hell.
“Trying to find her, Sir?” Herb said with a chuckle.
Five’s jaw ticked before he turned to the smaller man. “You have something to say, Herb? Something funny?”
“Nothing at all, Sir.” He shrugged, before taking a shaky step away from the man. “Just that you’ve been looking so hard and her files have been with us all along.”
Five’s heart jumped. He dove for Herb, taking him by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him up to eye level.
“Herb,” he said sweetly. “Old friend. Tell me where the fuck those files are.”
Herb gulped. “We have them all. We watch them on Friday nights. They’re quite entertaining–I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
“I want them. I want them all–and whenever a new one comes in, I want that too. I’ll decide if they’re entertaining or not.”
“Of course,” Herb whispered before being thrown to the ground, scampering out of the room as soon as he could.
And for the first time in a long time, Five smiled.
I don't know what you mean I'm definitely posting this on the 19th and not the 21st...
CW: mentions of wanting to drug but not going through with it.
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You had invited Five and Miko to hang out and enjoy the oncoming coldness with you, to which they had accepted, and you invited them to play some spooky games. You had connected it to a projector so you could play outside and actually enjoy the coldness, and were currently playing Castle Crawl. While it's not that scary, the vampire theme was more on theme with what you meant.
Currently though, you were both at a save point when Five mentioned some hot chocolate, and that made you want some. Five wanted to make the both of you some hot chocolate the way he was taught, so you let him make you some while you warmed up Halloween cookies you made earlier. Miko was off in the bathroom, having drank so many Halloween themed sodas and energy drinks to play at her max capacity.
Five holds the pill that Mitch gave him in his hand, staring at it. Mitch had promised it would work, that it would knock you out and he could get you all to himself, finally bring you home and stop everyone from hurting you. But, that would mean hurting you. That would mean taking you away from the people you love, and he can't do that to you. He crushes the pill in his hand and washes it away in the sink.
He puts the finishing touches on the hot chocolate and goes outside, looking at the smile come onto your face at the new drink. "Thank you, Five! You're such a good friend. I'm glad I get to spend time with the both of you." He smiles and his heart melts a little at it. He definitely made the right choice.
Can you do a part 2 of apex predator?? Pretty please 🥺
Honestly, I had so many ideas but I had to bring in the family dynamic. I just love to see Five handle his siblings questioning his choices. Also, definitely making a whole ass umbrella academy blog.
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Yandere! Five Hargreeves x reader: Sickness.
You wake up, noticing that you’re still wrapped up in Fives arms and an abundance of blankets. This alarms you in a way, as you have never once woken up before him. Not only that, but his breathing is slightly heavier than it normally is. You try to wiggle out of his hold as subtly as possible, but he just presses you tighter into him and mumbles something incoherent. You basically have to shove him and the blankets away to roll over and look at the clock, which you find that it’s much later than the usual time you get out of bed. Taking in a whiff of his scent, deciding to smell him up you already conclude that he is sick. Just to make sure though, you decide to put your hand on his forehead and you quickly remove it realizing just how hot he is.
You get out of bed, going to the kitchen and rummaging through the cabinets, not finding a single can of soup. Five never was fond of it, but you just assumed you’d have some laying around. Then you take to the bathroom, not finding any medicine you know what to do with either. You decided to make him hot milk, which you know he won’t appreciate either but it’s all you can think of. When you return he is sitting up slightly, a hand pressed firmly to his head as he groans. You place the mug gently on the nightstand, sitting down next to the bed and putting your head on it and looking up at him worried.
You really don’t know what you’d do with yourself if Five wasn’t here. It’s like you unlearned to care for yourself. Even simple tasks like heating that milk seemed like a battle. Five pats your head, but looks down at the cup in disgust. “I’m not drinking that.” You hiss, grabbing onto his arm aggressively, and he looks surprised as he reels back a bit. “You NEED to drink it. It will help!” You reason with him, pleading up at him with your eyes. He looks away, just the movement of his head making him tired. You know if you’d done this while he was completely normal he would have punished you. Maybe you liked him better sick.
There’s silence, as he slowly grabs the mug and chugs the warm milk. He lets out a disgusted groan and puts the mug back down. You smile at him, pawing at his hand in a sign of approval. He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the positive attention for once. “We don't have any medicine.” You inform him. He looks away like he has a secret, or maybe it’s regret. You can’t tell. “Yeah, I didn’t think it was safe to have any in the house.” There’s really no time to ask him what he means before he changes subject. “Can you get me the phone?” You nod, getting it for him. You’re silent as he puts in the number and the phone rings.
“It’s me. I’m going to need you to come over with some stuff.” You can hear static on the other end and talking, but no matter how much you strain your ears you can’t tell what the other part is saying. “I’m sick. I need medicine and.. Soup.” He says the last word with contempt and your nose scrunches up. You like soup. Maybe Five could learn to like it too. There’s some resistance but the other person finally agrees and Five hangs up after giving an address. Your address, you suppose. It’s not like he’s ever bothered to tell you. You can tell Five is less than pleased at having to let someone in, but you get giddy with the thought of seeing another living person for the first time in forever.
Five grabs onto you, guiding you back into bed with him where you both cuddle up together. It’s way too hot, but Five seems to be shivering. You cuddle up to him closer, trying to provide him with the natural heat of your body. He starts fiddling with your hair, groaning in what you assume to be both annoyance and pain every once in a while. His mouth is constantly hanging open, as he breathes heavily. He coughs a bit before talking. “My sister is coming over with medicine. I expect you to behave yourself.” When he commands you like that, that’s when you hate him most. That’s when the thought of running away while he is weak grabs hold of you. But then he scratches you so gently behind your ears and you nod, knowing why you stay.
You’re codependent. You need him as much as he needs you. So, when there is a soft knock at the door you sneak away, trying not to wake him. He doesn’t seem to notice or even stirr in his sleep when you detach yourself and walk downstairs and to the front door. You open the front door gingerly, peeking through the little opening in the door. There is not one, but three people standing there with multiple bags. They seem harmless so you open the door fully, eyeing them. The tallest woman, who is insanely beautiful might you add, looks confused and so does the small cute woman too. There is a guy behind them, who almost shouts at you before you lunge at him, putting your hand on his mouth. You make a shushing motion, and he seems to understand as you detach yourself.
“He is asleep.” You whisper, and they nod seeming to understand. You step aside and let them in. They look around the house and it’s clear they’ve never been here before, even back before you moved in. You wonder if these people even are related to Five at all, from them not looking alike either Five or each other. You lead them into the kitchen, closing the kitchen door to dampen the sound. They all look at you so suspiciously, you get self conscious. It’s just silent, before the tall woman takes the initiative and puts the bag she has on the kitchen table. “We brought stuff.” She just says. You nod, walking over and looking into the bag.
You start to put it away, a large arrangement of canned soup and such. After looking around for a second she starts to help you. The guy has already sat himself down at your kitchen table, eyeing you as you move. “What are you?” He asks, and the short girl next to him turns to him, flabbergasted. “Diego-” She starts, but is interrupted when he talks again. “What?” He snaps at her. You have no idea how to handle this amount of hostility. Five might be aggressive, but he never snapped at you for no reason. There’s a thick silence in the kitchen, but luckily you’re saved when you can hear Fives loud voice basically SCREAM your name throughout the house. They all flinch, but you just rush back into your bedroom.
You throw yourself onto the bed, hugging him close. “I thought you left.” Is all he says, holding onto you tightly. “Why would she leave?” Someone says from the doorway and Five shoves you away, looking at the intruder. “Vanya.” He simply says, looking at her. You just now notice how miserable he actually looks. His eyes are half lidded and red, his mouth hanging open slightly as he tries to get as much air as possible. “Didn’t take you long.” He simply says. She smiles. “I brought company.” Five is quick to reply. “Please, I don’t want any medicine Klaus has touched.” She laughs.
“You didn’t tell us you had company already,” The guy, Diego, says, shoving his way past Vanya and into the bedroom with you. You’re almost scared Five will disown you in front of them, knowing how much he does not like to show his care or affection. But all he does is look at him coldly. “It’s not just ‘company’, it’s my partner.” You hide a bit under the covers, trying not to meet their eyes as they all stare at you. “You’ve never said anything about that.” The tall lady says. For some reason they all seem to have some hostility to Five now. “He sneers. “It’s none of your business.” Diego is looking around suspiciously, touching random trinkets. Vanya seems more confused than she seems suspicious. “How is that none of our business? We’re your family.”
Five seems too tired as he rolls his head. “Can we take this another time?” He says, starting to get out of bed. He’s still in his sleeping clothes. “I just think it’s weird.” Diego says. Five shoves them all aside as you follow him back to the kitchen where he grabs a bag of medicine. You can hear them discussing something in the bedroom. “They’re catching on quicker than I suspected. I might have to take you to meet them all to satisfy them to not look further into this, but I don’t know if I trust you.” He says, chucking a glass of water and some pills. Your face falls. He has never really acknowledged that he knows taking you and keeping you away from everything was bad.
“Why not?” You ask, something breaking in your bedroom making you flinch. Five doesn’t seem at all surprised or bothered. You guess he knows his siblings well. “I’m not blind, sweetheart. I see the looks. I see how much you want to leave me.” He says, and even if he is right your heart breaks a little. Seeing only one person for so long, might have made you slightly attached. One might even suggest that you had come to love him. It’s hard to find the right words, as he looks so weak and stands only with the support of the kitchen cabinets. “I don’t want to leave you, Five. I just want to leave. I just want to go out there.” His look softens. This is probably the first real conversation you’ve had with him about this. At least without him getting angry with you.
“It’s dangerous out there.” You sigh, not wanting to push him too far. “Although, when I recover from this we will have to go see them. Maybe if you can handle that.. The grocery store won’t be too bad.” You smile, and can’t help it when you throw yourself at him, planting kiss after kiss all over his face. Then you rest your head in the crook of his neck. He smiles deviously, knowing that he has groomed you right. Soon your relationship might even become more normal.
For Umbrella Academy, if the Reader is an adult could you imagine their reaction to yan Five? Like, this kid thinks he can boss Reader around??? They would probably just laugh at him and walk away until they realized how powerful he was
Five: *bossing adult!Reader around*
Reader: I don't have to stand here and take this *starts to leave*
