Number Five Imagines

I've got you

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Hey, you're probably wondering why I'm posting today and not on Monday like I usually do. My mom has an appointment on Monday, an appointment to determine whether the lumps in her throat are good or bad. If they are bad it means she has cancer (I really hope that everything is fine)

I wrote this one shot after I had a panic attack, after my mom told me about the appointment. Writing has always helped me. I will be there for my mom on Monday and pray to God that everything is okay. I know you understand that

Warnings: Panic attack

The day had started out like any other. The sun filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, casting a golden glow over the room as Five and Y/n Hargreeves woke up to the sound of their two children playing downstairs. Milo, their four-year-old, was chasing after his older sister, Maddie, giggling as they raced through the house.

It was a sound that usually brought peace to Y/n's heart, a reminder of the joy and love that filled their home. But today, something was different.

Y/n had woken up with a sense of unease she couldn't quite place. It was like a weight on her chest, pressing down, making it hard to breathe. She had tried to shake it off, had smiled at Five when he kissed her forehead and went to make breakfast, had forced herself to get out of bed and start her day. But the feeling didn't go away.

As the day wore on, the anxiety built up like a slow-moving storm, clouding her mind and tightening her chest with every passing minute. By mid-morning, Y/n was pacing the living room, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to focus on anything—folding laundry, checking her phone, breathing in and out. But nothing worked.

It had been a long time since she'd felt this way—this out of control. Ever since meeting Five, her life had found stability, despite the chaos that always seemed to follow him and his family. She had been through more with Five than most people could ever imagine—time travel, apocalypses, the ups and downs of raising a family with the weight of the world constantly hanging over their heads. And yet, none of that had ever left her feeling like this.

She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to take a deep breath, but her lungs felt tight, her heart racing far too fast. The world around her began to blur, sounds becoming distant as panic set in.

Five was in the kitchen, pouring coffee, when he noticed Y/n standing still in the living room, her face pale and her breathing uneven. He immediately set down his mug and crossed the room toward her.

"Y/n?" His voice was calm, but there was concern laced beneath it. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Y/n didn't answer. She couldn't. Her chest felt like it was caving in, her heart hammering in her ears. Her vision was tunneling, and the walls felt like they were closing in on her. All she could do was shake her head, tears brimming in her eyes as she struggled to breathe.

Five's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Without a word, he gently took her hand, guiding her to the couch. "Sit down," he whispered softly. "It's okay. I've got you."

Y/n collapsed onto the couch, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, her entire body trembling. She felt like she was drowning, like no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get enough air. It was terrifying, and she had no idea how to make it stop.

Five knelt in front of her, keeping his hands on hers, grounding her as best he could. "Look at me, Y/n," he said firmly but gently. "Just focus on me. You're having a panic attack, but I'm right here. We'll get through this together."

Y/n's eyes darted around the room, unable to focus. Her mind was racing, filled with fear, irrational thoughts, and the overwhelming sense that something terrible was about to happen. She couldn't stop it.

"Y/n," Five's voice cut through the fog, pulling her attention back to him. His eyes were calm, his expression steady. "I need you to breathe with me, okay? Just follow my lead."

He took a slow, deep breath in, making sure she could see his chest rise and fall. "In through your nose," he instructed, his tone soothing. "And out through your mouth."

Y/n tried to mimic him, but her breaths were shaky and uneven. Five didn't falter. He stayed patient, breathing slowly, guiding her through each inhale and exhale.

"That's it," he said softly. "You're doing great. Just keep breathing."

Y/n squeezed his hand, trying to focus on his steady presence. His calmness was like an anchor in the storm raging inside her, pulling her back to reality, back to herself.

Slowly, after what felt like an eternity, her breathing began to steady. The tightness in her chest started to loosen, and the fog in her mind began to lift. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she no longer felt like she was drowning.

Five stayed right there, never letting go of her hand. He brushed a thumb over her knuckles, his gaze never wavering from hers. "You're okay," he murmured. "You're safe."

Y/n nodded, though she still felt shaken. Her heart was slowing down, but the exhaustion from the panic attack left her feeling drained. She let out a shaky breath, finally able to speak. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Five frowned, shaking his head. "Hey, no. You don't need to apologize for this. Panic attacks happen. You're not in control of them, and it's nothing to be sorry for."

Y/n wiped at her eyes, sniffling. "I just... I don't know what triggered it. Everything felt so normal this morning, and then suddenly—"

"Y/n," Five interrupted softly, "you don't have to explain it. It doesn't matter what triggered it. What matters is that you're okay now. You're here with me, and I'm not going anywhere."

Y/n looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and love. She didn't know how she'd gotten so lucky to have someone like Five in her life—someone who understood her, who didn't judge her, and who knew exactly how to support her when she needed it most.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Five smiled gently, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to thank me. I love you, Y/n. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Y/n let out a shaky breath, her heart finally feeling lighter. "I love you too," she murmured, leaning forward to press her forehead against his.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their breaths steadying in unison, the world around them quiet and still.

After a while, Five stood up and offered his hand to her. "Come on. Let's get you some tea and take a break."

Y/n smiled softly, taking his hand as he helped her up from the couch. "Tea sounds nice," she agreed, feeling a warmth settle in her chest that had nothing to do with the panic attack and everything to do with the man standing beside her.

As they walked into the kitchen, hand in hand, Five glanced at her, his eyes filled with the kind of love and devotion that made Y/n feel like she could get through anything.

"Just so you know," he said, his tone light, "if you ever need to have another panic attack, I'll be here for those too."

Y/n chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Let's hope that doesn't happen anytime soon."

Five grinned, squeezing her hand. "But if it does, I've got you."

Y/n looked at him, her heart swelling with affection. "I know you do," she whispered, and in that moment, she felt more loved and understood than ever before.