•~• Short stories, One-Shots, Preferences, Imagines •~•

Five x reader oneshots/imagines I hope you guys enjoy my stories and I want you to know that unless I state clearly that it is a request, all stories are in fact my own. REQUESTS ARE ACCEPTED Sample of chapter : 'Pride and Joy' I smiled gently and leaned down to kiss her again. Just as passionately, I don't have to worry about anyone coming in this time. I dragged my tongue along her lip, and almost cried out when she opened her mouth, allowing my access. My tongue entered her mouth and entwined with her own. I was a bit hesitant, we'd never done this before. I'd never done this before. At all. With (y/n), she gasped slightly, her arms pulling me closer. After a few minutes, I pulled away, still on top of her, both of us breathing hard. I smiled and gave her a few more pecks on the lips. I leaned back and gave her an Eskimo kiss, right then, her eyes fluttered open and my heart stopped. Pure. Beautiful. Innocent. Mine. Her eyes were pools of the finest gold, a dull glow shone from them. I love when this happens. I just want to stare at her til the end of the world. Nobody else can look at these eyes. Nobody can cause these eyes to look like this gorgeous colour. "Mine. You know dad was right. You are the pride and joy of this academy. You're my pride and joy and I would not give you up for anything." __________________________ I really hope you guys liked this short extract, if you did, feel free to read other chapters of mine. Enjoy xxxxxx

𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑌 / 𝑁 . 𝐼𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 , 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 . ☽✞☽ ...❦✞❦ ......☦︎︎☠︎︎☦︎︎ .........♕𓃒♕ ......☯︎︎𖨆☯︎︎ ...☞︎☘︎︎☜︎ ☽✞☽

18 year old Five Hargreeves, falls out of the sky and onto you, druggy dropout of the 60's. Your parents just kicked you out of the house, and now this stranger tells you he's from the future and can save you from the apocalypse. But you like his strangeness and tall tale stories, so you stick around.

You and five were best friends adopted by the same father. You are known as number eight your powers with the same as five space and time travel. One day you guys decide to test out the power of time travel. You too got stuck after many years of trying to figure out a way out five did. The only thing is that you were still stuck there alone. || some smut and cursing || This is also my first book I wrote so it probably not the best 😊

This is a fanfic between five and reader-chan so if you don't know who five is you need to watch the umbrella academy. Y/n is a normal girl so what did he see in her, was it the way she stood out from everyone else with her personality or something else entirely? Five jumps through time while Y/n reads. But even with her nerdy attitude she's kind and pretty with her H/l H/c and her sparkling E/c eyes. I just finished the umbrella academy season one and I hope they come out with another season but this wont have many spoilers if there are any. I'm not gonna go off of what happened in the tv show or comics rather than just what comes to mind. I hope you enjoy~ This book has triggering scenes like child abuse and self harm along with other things. If you are triggered easily then I don't recommend this story to you.

title speaks for itself lol. most of these are a bit aged up just letting you know. enjoy ! (:

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"

(IM NOT WRITING THIS AND THIS IS PRETTY OLD SO DONT JUDGE MY OLD WORKS) all the spicy moments you want with five is here

"𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤... 𝙤𝙡𝙙... 𝙣𝙤𝙬..." -𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 ||| Stupid kids hate each other and then fall in love. Sure you've read it in every single damn 'fic on this platform. But then one of them disappears, and the other moves on. But she doesn't. She's beaten, and her child is ripped from her own fingers. Five reappears after nearly 17 years, his charming personality gone, and he demands that the family helps him with his little apocalypse problem. And they ultimately fail. You know how the story goes. They end up in 1963, scattered across Dallas, and bring the apocalypse with them. Five and Y/N start getting comfortable. By the time they're back in 2019, they're fucked up, and craving nothing but peace. The apocalypse says no. But something's different this time. Something is whispering horrors into "Little Number Eight's" dreams. Whatever you do, don't save the world. ||| "𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 17 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!" - 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 You have the ability to rewrite your atomic structure, taking the form of any living being you can comprehend, commonly referred to as "shape-shifting" or "shifting." At one point I was ranked in the top 4 for "fivexreader", so how bad can it be?