The Umbrella Academy Preferences

Short Five Imagine: Soft Hours

they say the end is comin, everyone's up to somethin
i find myself runnin home to your sweet nothings
outside they're pushin and shovin
you're in the kitchen hummin
all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin

As much as he liked his job, there was just something about it that was so emotionally draining. He didn't know if it was the paperwork or the fact that the unsolved cases were piling up due to dead ends. All Five knew was that he was happy it was the weekend he had off for the first time in months.

He wasn't one to ever take a break, you knew that. It took awhile for you to become accustomed to it because you, yourself, valued down time. He was constantly on the go, constantly dealing with several problems at once, you didn't know how he kept his head so level. There was always something with Five to the point where even you became tired out from watching him.

You came to realize a good year into your relationship that you weren't going to change him. Instead, you became the go to person to be the calm to his storm. Five's siblings were shocked just at how quickly you could calm him down. Be it your touch or just a few calming words, you could get through to him unlike anyone else.

Five had been touch starved for years before he met you. He started to get used to the hand holding, the kisses, the lingering soft touches you left along his back. He looked forward to the surprise hugs you would give him and the way you looked for him to hold you in your sleep. After years in isolation he finally felt human.

He unlocked the door to your small townhouse, immediately catching the scent of a candle you were burning. He kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket. Usually you'd be curled up watching some random show on TV, but this time he found you in the kitchen doing dishes. You were listening to old 60's music, your head bopping along.

Five couldn't help but to stand in the doorway just to observe you. It was a cozy atmosphere in the house, it felt so domestic. The world outside, the mountains of paperwork he had sitting on his desk at the office, his emotional drainage had been forgotten. You had his full attention. With the dim light in the kitchen, the soft glow from the moon outside, you looked like a star.

With you, he could be himself. No worries about having to save something, no worries about having to be the one to problem solve, he could just be Five. He had read about romance in the various books he accumulated over the years but found them to be unrealistic. But this, this moment right now, it was real.

Five slowly made his way to you, his arms coming around your waist. He set his chin on your shoulder as he saw a small grin come on your face in the reflection of the window. You were warm, you felt so nice inbetween his arms.

"Hi sweetie." You said, wiping down a plate. "How was your day?"

"Fucking exhausting." He mumbled, burying his face in your neck. "But I'm home now."

"I see that." You chuckled. "Can I get you anything?"

"No no. Just let me stay like this for awhile." He replied, kissing your jaw.

Five knew he would never be perfect or ever find that perfect love. But this love was perfect for him in every possible way.