The Umbrella Academy Preferences

Five Imagine: "Forgive Me?"

Warning: angst ending in fluff. S2 spoilers.

"Oh...you don't know?"

"Who are you!?"

"He hasn't told you about me? That little shit."

You were sitting in Griddy's writing in your journal. Yours and Five's anniversary was coming up and you wanted to make him something special. So, you were making him a journal about all the things you loved about him and your favorite memories together.

You never realized just how much time you spent together until you started this journal. It was hard to pick and choose which memories meant the most to you. You also didn't realize how many things you loved about Five. That was also hard to choose.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when that weird woman came up and talked to you. You didn't even feel her presence behind you, probably peering over your shoulder as you wrote. It really freaked you out and how she was dressed was really dated.

She had on a dress that looked 1960's based and her hair was in an updo you'd never seen in person before. Her makeup was that of a 1950's model and she was smoking out of something you'd only seen in movies. Truly a peculiar woman.

"What're you talking about?" You asked, closing your journal.

"Five Hargreeves. You mind if I sit, dear? I haven't had a donut in ages." She said, sitting across from you.

You felt oddly calm around this woman yet you were extremely wary of her. She looked too perfect, too different, and she most certainly didn't fit in.

"I-I uh...who are you?" You asked.

She smiled, "Just call me the Handler."

"Okay..." You replied, sipping your hot chocolate.

"Five does have impeccable taste." The Handler told you, eyeing you.

You raised an eyebrow, "Pardon me?"

She chuckled, "Oh, excuse me. You're with him, aren't you? Y/N, right?"

You blinked a few times, "How do you know that?"

She rolled her eyes, "Oh please you're all he talks about. Gross, really. It surprises me someone like you would be with someone like him."

"What makes you say that?"

You were confused as to how this woman knew you and knew Five. You knew of Five's powers, maybe an old friend from his past? You didn't really know. You had never seen her before and Five's never mentioned her.

"Well, with his history and all, someone like you seems to sweet for him." She replied. "Hey, are the strawberry custard filled donuts any good?"

"What history?" You asked. She had your full attention.

"Or what about the vanilla ones?"

"Handler?"

"Yes dear?"

"What history does he have?"

She took off her glasses and folded her hands in front of her. She grew serious but her eyes had a hint of mischief in them. It made you uneasy, like she had some big secret that was going to change everything. She was mysterious, no doubt.

"Honey, let me tell you. Five Hargreeves is nothing but bad news in a tiny little package. Though, I must say he fills out those shorts rather nicely." She replied, sipping her coffee.

Your head tilted in curiosity, "Bad news how?"

"Oh so he didn't tell you?"

"Um...what?"