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!"

"The world is ending and I'm just about to YOLO it" *✭˚･. *. ･ﾟ✧* *✭ *✭˚･. ﾟ✧*･･. "Y/n if we die I'm ﾟ✧*. Totally blaming you" *✭˚･. ･ﾟ✧* ﾟ✧*･･. ✧*･ ﾟ**✭˚･ﾟ. *✭ "I guess I'm getting blamed" *✭˚･. *. ･ﾟ✧* *✭ *✭˚･. ﾟ✧*･･. "You aren't funny." ﾟ✧*. *✭˚･. ･ﾟ✧*ﾟ**✭˚･ﾟ. *✭ "You're right. I'm hilarious." *✭˚･. *. ･ﾟ✧* *✭ *✭˚･. ﾟ✧*･･. In October 1989, 43 women gave birth but the fact was none of them were pregnant when the day began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 and thus became the Umbrella Academy. But little did they know 30 years later, they'd need to seek a #43 to stop an apocalyptical force, their own sister Vanya. Number Five x reader (female reader) Warnings: Language Death And more! Haha funnnn (I recommend reading in black and the text be times new Roman!)

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | ❝i was about to have my menopause! do i really need to go through all that stuff again?❞ -in which number eight, a telekinetic badass does her best to save her family from the apocalypse, without realizing that the witch living in her body is slowly manifesting. (FIVE HARGREEVES X fem!OC) (SEASON ONE-) (THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY FF) (COMPLETED JULY 20 2019) (cover by @-jasontodd) CWTHINGS 2019 prepare for a whirlwind of emotions.

"hey, that's one badass stapler." ✔️ number five fanfiction umbrella academy season one [lowercase intended] cover by @ssolarsystems

UMBRA ❪ season one ❫ // the darkest part of a shadow COMPLETE five hargreeves x fem!reader written by funkyenderboy (future me disclaimer i wrote this when i was 12 ok let a girl live)