Five Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshots and Headcanons)

Sleepless

Warnings: no just fluff

Five, as you may have already guessed, was not a morning person.

But you were.

And once you woke up, you could not go back to sleep, even if it was four in the morning.

Which, today, it was.

You woke up to darkness, your boyfriend's back to you, you snuggled into him and the pillows. You smiled, and closed your eyes again, breathing in ... everything. The smell of the laundry detergent, the sweet scent of Allison's perfume that you'd accidnetally spilled the day before, resulting in it staining the carpet and odd lavender, and the smell of Five's sweater, your favorite.

He shifted beside you, rolling onto his back, and you took the opportunity. "Hey, hey, hey Five, wake up." You poked him incessantly until he slapped your hand away.

"It's like two in the morning Y/N."

"Nah, it's four! Late enough." You whined, flopping down beside him so your noses were almost touching.

He stretched his arms, pushing you away. "Just lemme sleep."

You sighed and let him drift off for a moment, contemplating your next move. Then you rolled back over and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Hope that wakes him up.

It did.

His eyes fluttered open in surprise, and you smirked, feeling his fingers find yours and intertwine. He huffed and closed his eyes, rolling away from you, determined to get more sleep.

"Awwwww, c'mon Five, ignoring me won't solve anything," you persisted, moving closer to him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and pressing a kiss to his skin, knowing how he could never keep still when you did that.

He cursed under his breath and rolled over, glaring fiercely at you even as he held his arms out. You grinned and snuggled down against his chest. "I hate you so much," he mumbled, pressing a tired kiss to your forehead. You pictured him closing his eyes again, and, now satisfied, decided that that was something you could do too.

You were almost asleep, your breathing already slowed and your mind peaceful, when Five murmured near your ear, "Y'know, a kiss wouldn't hurt."

You groaned, and shifted to face him. "You're evil," you muttered, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He smiled into the kiss. "I know."