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!)

A FIVE HARGREEVES FANFIC ; In which two coffee obsessed adults travel back in time in order to save the world. Must be hard in your teenage body huh?

Sarcasm, a term which here means the use of irony to mock or convey a message, is a defining feature of The Umbrella Academy, shaping the dynamics and personalities of each of the Hargreeves. With their dysfunctional upbringing and superpowers, the superheros use sarcasm as a coping mechanism and a way to express their frustration, affection, and most importantly, rivalry. There was a certain air of rivalry between each member of the Academy, but they all dimmed in comparison to the competition Five and Y/N Hargreeves shared. From their upbringing all the way up to Five's disappearance, the constant bickering and struggle to outshine the other all led up to one moment. The Apocalypse. It was supposed to act as the end to everything, but it turned out to be the beginning of something new as Y/N and Five decided it was time to work together in order to find a solution to their impending doom; and potentially save the lives of billions. Time was essential, so in the 10 days they have, they can't waste their precious time on mindless arguments and futile aggravations. They have to team up, and be the heroes of the Umbrella Academy they were destined to be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Season One ✔️ Season Two✔️ Season Three ➰ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Best Achievements: #1 on wattpad #1 on enjoy #1 on umbrellaacademy #1 on fivehargreeves #1 on netflix

((SEASON 3)) "Jen, I thought I was never going to see you again-" "I would never leave you." Or Jennifer lost her Ben. Ben lost his Jennifer. But when a new timeline is brought forth after a failed expedition to 1963, Ben just so happens to be alive. Will the pair ever be the same again, especially as the universe is slowly falling apart with no hope of survival?

❝ roses are red, violets are blue, shut the fuck up you can't tell me what to do ❞ ✿ NUMBER EIGHT and NUMBER FIVE had always been a great duo, even finishing each others sentences. Five always knew they were soulmates, even as kids when she was his child crush. But he had never ever imagined to live through an apocalypse with her when she jumped with him through time by accident. The two of them, along with their best friend delores, lived isolated as the last people on earth, had their first kiss when they were seventeen and engaged at the age of twenty, delores being their maid of honor. But their life was hard, so when they got the chance to break out of it, they took it. But beeing an assassin wasn't the right choice for number eight. Killing people and specially getting ordered around wasn't her thing even though traveling through time was absolutely amazing. So, without telling five, she one day stole a suitcase and jumped away, leaving five heartbroken and feeling betrayed behind. And how it is now, eight popped up in front of her sisters taxi, eight days before the end of the world. Call it karma.

You got in an asylum in a room with Michael Myers. You two became close, you thought you could even call him a friend. After a few months however you got back home and tried to live a normal life again. That is until a certain someone breaks into your house.

❝ they're young. they're in love. and they kill people ❞ ━ time is never on their side. but no matter where or when or how they meet, the feelings remain

You've been Five's partner at the Temps Commission for a little over three years. You two trust each other very much. So, what happens when you two decide that you want to stop the apocalypse? And what happens when buried feelings bubble up to the surface? ~ "Everything okay?" Five asked. In the time that we worked together, Five and I had grown close. We told each other our family history, the stories behind our scars, and some of our darkest secrets. However, there were still some things that remained unsaid, some things that we both desperately wanted to share. "Do you ever wonder why we do this? I mean, why do we even need an apocalypse? Ya know? I've been on this Earth for 45 years and I've seen some amazing things. Why does it all need to go to shit?" I explained, "Just a thought." "Maybe it doesn't have to." ~ DISCLAIMER: A significant portion of events and dialogue will be ripped straight from The Umbrella Academy. I do not own nor do I claim to own the original story of The Umbrella Academy. I am simply putting my own spin on the events in order to weave Y/n and her relationship with Five into the story. ~ Created on: July 24th, 2022 ~

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ season 3 updating chapter by episode for example: ep 1 is chap 1 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ╍╍╍╍ ❝𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥.❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀━━━━ ❝𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ╍╍╍╍ In an enemies to lovers trope where.. Hating each other's guts from the moment they lay eyes on each other. However, in many aspects being the same. Both in a 17 year olds body, going through puberty twice, intelligent while one stubborn and the other sarcastic. or Thinking they hate each other's guts while the tension between them is insane. But both to blind to see. Started: 27th of June, 2022 Ended: 13th July, 2022 rankings: 1# in numberfive THANK YOU 1# in sloanehargreeves 1# in marcushargreeves 1# in feihargreeves 1# in umbrellaacademy 1# in blood 1# in hargreeves [season3] [changing their ages because of mature content] ( five hargreeves x fem!reader ) ── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 theirperfume