Umbrella academy Preferences / imagines (SEASON 2 INCLUDED)

🖕What kind of Fuckery is this🖕

A/n: FIRST REQUEST EVERRRRRR. Bro I was so happy to get a request. Like dude. DUDE. Hope y'all like it ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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They pull their hood tighter around their head. His/her blood stained hands firmly on the steering wheel. The tall line of trees on either side of the car gives them a sense of security. Knowing the darkness would swallow their sins makes him/her feel less nauseous.

What am I thinking.

Y/n turn onto a dirt road off the main. I should feel guilty about this. But I guess I've finally gone numb. He/She shakes their head and turns up the radio.

"Nobody stands in between me and my man."

"Cause it's me and Mr. Jones."

After Five teleported his siblings and I back to the 1900's, I haven't been able to find work since appearing in the alley. No one trusted me in the town because "my strange personality" or whatever. I was forced to take the only job that wouldn't judge or ask questions about who I am.

"What kind of Fuckery is this?"

He/She pull over and turn off the headlights, pops the trunk, slaps on some disposable gloves, and heaves the large instrument case from the trunk. (Yandere simulator who???)

"You make me Mrs. Slick Ricky."

"Never thought you of all people would be a fan of cheesy break up songs."

In one swift motion Y/n locks their gun and aims it at the stranger's head.

"I wish I didn't love you when I did."

"No need for that n/n."

Y/n groans and rolls their eyes.

Y/n knew what he was here for. But they weren't about to leave that easily. I mean where else could they go? Even though, they were about to get an earful from Five.

He/She couldn't help the small smile tugging at their lips.

He came for them.

"Can believe he played me out like that!"

"How did you find me?" He/She mumble and tosses the gun back into the vehicle.

Five stuffs his hands into his pockets. "I have my ways."

Y/n sets the case next to a deep pit that was dug for him/her.

"I also know this isn't you."

"You can't keep lying to yourself like this."

"Can't believe you played yourself like this."

Y/n shakes their head and unzips the case.

" You don't know me Five. It's been three years since we last talked-" He/She dumps the remains of Mr. Jones into the pit. "Plus even before that you only 'knew' me for four days."

"Nobody stands in between me and my man"

"Then help me understand. Why are you doing this Y/n? Don't you wonder who your victims are? Or if they have families?"

Y/n pauses. The words " Your victims" seem to cut through him/ her like a knife. They weren't expecting such a broad yet simple question.

"What else can I do?! I'm stuck! I'm in too deep Five! I don't get paid to ask questions. You of all people should know that. How it feels to hit rock bottom. The feeling when the only person who comes to your aid is using you."

Y/n rants and marches back to the old beat up car. " I know it's gonna come back to bite me in the ass... But I don't care. It's better than-"

"I need you to come back with me."

Y/n stops and dust off their baggy pants. "You don't need me Five." They dig through the dimly lit trunk for a shovel. Before Y/n could take the tool, Five grabs their wrist. A surprised gasp escapes their lips and their hard exterior seems to melt away. He spins them around.

Y/n looks down.

"And in four days I...  realized how much we need you on the team. I've been where you are Y/n. I can help you get out." Y/n continues to stare down at the dirt.

"What kind of fuckery are we?"

Five sighs and brushes his/her (Braids/hair/dreds) out if their face.

"Please?"

"Now a days you don't mean shit to me."

Five has only shown his soft side once. Back at the library. Y/n smiles at the memory. They lean forward and rest their head in the crook of his neck. His warmth sends shivers down their spine.

"They won't let me."

"I might let you make it up to me."

Five wraps his arms around him/her.

" We can take care of 'them' later."

Y/n bites their lip and slowly nods.

"Who's playing Saturday?"

All at once, the guilt is lifted off of them. Tears form in his/ her eyes. His/Her sniffles are muffled out by the radio.

"Hey." Five cups their face and squishes their cheeks.

"I promise no one's gonna hurt you. Okay?"

"Mhay."

Five chuckles and pecks their lips.

"Nobody stands in between me and my man"

"Cause it's me and Mr. Jones"