#Good job Fivey

[lofan]

Ainley!Master:*takes his gloves off*

Doctor, with a deep sigh: oh well-

[theseance444]

@commissioncd asked:

"here, you look like your freezing."

Despite being bundled up in his coat, the crisp fall air still made Klaus shiver as they walked. Nitrile gloves did nothing to keep his hands warm, but at least his own breath within his mask kept his face warm. A coldness had rooted itself deep in his bones, the day before, that he just couldn't seem to shake. The hypochondriac in him had already taken three COVID tests, but they were all negative. Forced to follow along with his brother, Klaus almost missed what Five says.

"Oh, no I'm good, I'm fine," Klaus said quickly, dodging the jacket Five was trying to drape over his shoulders. The idea of having someone else's clothes over him, the potential sweat and bacteria harbored there--he nearly tripped trying to avoid it.

"Th-Thanks Fivey, it's--it's either allergies, or I'm dying," he added, laughing nervously behind the mask. His voice sounded nasal, as what felt like a semi truck's worth of gunk pressurized his sinuses. Hidden away in his room, he'd talked himself down from a panic attack that night by deciding, maybe he was overreacting. Was he being paranoid, or was he actually sick? That was his eternal struggle, nowadays. With these obsessions, he didn't feel like he could trust his own mind.

"S-So how's the new job going? It was the uh, CIA, right? Or the FBI? The IBS?" One of those had to be right, and it steered the conversation away from him. "Got any cool cases yet?"

[theseance444]

Pulling back when blue sparked from his brother's hands, Klaus reached into his pocket for a napkin. "Then stop using them, dummy!" he scolded, returning to Five's side. As gently as he could, shaky hands wiped away some of the blood. "Okay, uh, I'm gonna move you to the bed, just--Lift with your knees, Klaus, you can do this!"

A proud twink, it was not usually his job to do any kind of heavy lifting. That usually fell to Luther, or Diego. But being on the hotel carpet couldn't be good for Five. With a groan, Klaus lifted him up bridal style, and staggered over to place him on the bed as gently as he could.

"Ugh, I'm not cut out for this," he joked weakly, trying not to show how worried he was. "Come on Fivey, you wanna sit up and drink some water?"

Though getting their asses kicked had sucked, Klaus was maybe the only one who didn't have a problem with this timeline. Sure, ideally he'd be with Dave, but that ship had sailed long ago. His tags were kept warm around his neck, as Klaus headed up to the boy's room. With Luther and Diego being disgusting, he took an excuse to run back up to the room, saying something about forgetting his wallet. Not thinking to knock, he pulls the door open without ceremony.

Raising an eyebrow at his brother on the floor, at first Klaus thought Five was drunk already. Fair enough, he had carried his own beer along for the ride. But looking closer, he saw the pallor on his brother's face, contrasted by red.

"Oh shit!" he blurted out, nearly dropping his beer. Kneeling beside Five, he waved a hand in front of his face. "Five? You okay buddy? What happened?"

[messers-moony]

Hargreeves Holidays | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: A Christmas holiday with the Hargreeves.

Waking up on Christmas Day always felt like a typical day in the Hargreeves Manor. However, the kids were older now, and their guardian was dead. Luther had found a place of his own; Diego still lived in his room at the gym. Allison had a house of her own where she and Claire lived. After many court dates and lawyers, Allison proved worthy to have her daughter back in her custody, which the Hargreeves were more than excited to meet their new niece.

Klaus had remained sober for months now. Even though he found no one else to love aside from Dave, he remained sober. Klaus lived in a tiny apartment not far from the Hargreeves Manor. Ben Hargreeves followed Klaus around as per usual and couldn’t be happier at his sober brother. Vanya remained in her apartment. Finally, Y/n and Five both lived together in a shared apartment. A one-bedroom and two bathroom apartment they adored.

In completion of many many arguments, the Hargreeves decided to celebrate Christmas for the first year at Y/n and Five’s apartment. It had been five years since the apocalypse scenario had ended. They had officially stopped the apocalypse. It gave Y/n and Five the chance to work on their relationship, to be an actual couple.

Five couldn’t be happier; neither could Y/n. Granted, when their relationship was brought to light, it was kind of surprising. Their siblings never thought in a million years they would end up together. On the contrary, time works in weird ways, and they did. Waking up every morning to her in his arms made him feel loved.

Just days before this one, Y/n was stressing out over how to make this the best holiday possible. Meanwhile, her significant other, Five, was no help. All he wanted her to do was snuggle with her on the couch, which she would’ve been more than happier to do if her schedule wasn’t full. After enough persuasion from Five, she agreed just to rest her nerves.

And that’s how they needed up where they are now. Y/n was cuddled against Fives chest as he had his arms around her, pulling her close and protectively. The light began to come through the blinds of their bedroom, making Five wake up. His eyes fluttered open, and almost instinctively, he kissed Y/n’s forehead just like he did every morning.

He saw her eyes closed and felt her even breathing, indicating she was still asleep. Slowly he brought his hand up from her back to her head and ran his fingers through her hair, knowing it always calmed her. He hated to see her stressed, so to see her calm and at ease made him want her to stay like that as long as possible. Eventually, she woke up.

“ Goodmorning Love. “ Five whispered as she tried to snuggle closer to him.

She groaned, “ It’s too early. “ Y/n replied, making Five chuckle.

“ Okay, love. “ He smiled, leaning down to kiss her nose.

So the two significant others laid like that just for a couple more minutes. Before Five decided it was time for his daily morning coffee. So he let go of his girlfriend and stood up from the bed, making Y/n reach back out for him.

“ Hey, where are you going? “ Y/n whined, pouting her lips, making Five smile, “ Making coffee, you’re more than welcome to join. “

“ Can you bring me some? “ She smiled. “ Of course, only for you. “ Five replied, smiling and walking out of the bedroom, leaving Y/n to stay comfy in bed.

Five walked outside the bedroom with a stupid smile on his face. His girlfriend was powerful, literally. Her most potent superpower was ‘controlling’ Five into doing whatever she wanted. All she had to do was smile at him, and he’d do it; worst part of all? He knew it worked too.

Putting a pot of coffee into the coffee maker took a couple of minutes to brew but gave him time to prepare what he needed. He brought out two mugs and a bottle of Y/n’s coffee creamer from the fridge, which he despised, but she enjoyed it. After the coffee was made, he poured coffee into both mugs, splashed a bit of creamer into her cup. Finally, putting away the creamer and moving the pot of coffee back under the coffee maker.

He walked into the room with two mugs to see her on her phone, possibly scrolling through something or texting Vanya, a frequent occurrence. She saw him walk into the room and set down her phone to make grabbing hands towards him for her coffee. He handed her the mug and then walked to his side of the bed to sit beside her. She took a sip and smiled.

“ Thank you. “ She smiled, kissing his cheek lightly.

“ You’re welcome. “ He replied, after taking a sip of his coffee, “ So, what’s on your schedule today? “ Five asked as he took another sip of coffee.

“ Well, I pretty much have everything down. Everyone’s bringing what they want to drink, I think I just have to put everything out, but that won’t be till 6 o’clock since everyone should be here at 6:45. But you never know with Klaus. “ She chuckled, “ Oh! I have a request for you. “

“ I feel like you always have a request for me. “ He sarcastically replied, making her smack his arm, “ That’s not nice! Anyways. I have some presents for Claire that need to be wrapped, and since I’ve seen the gifts you’ve wrapped under the tree for me, which are perfect, I was wondering if you could do Claire’s for me? “ She grinned, taking a sip of her coffee.

“ Sure, is there anything else you need me to do? “ He asked, smirking slightly, “ After that, I just need you to sit still and look pretty. “ She winked.

“ Which you do a pretty good job at. “ She replied, looking him up and down, which was a loose tank top paired with some sweatpants, “ And I could say the same for you. “ He smirked, looking at his oversized shirt that she wore along with some shorts hidden from the t-shirt.

“ Shut up. “ She smacked his arm again, blushing, “ What? I’m just saying the truth. You look good. “ He smiled, kissing her cheek.

“ Alright I’m getting outta bed, you do what I need you to while I finished what I need to finish okay? “ Y/n asked standing from the bed and walking to the doorway.

“ Yes ma’am. “ He assured as she walked out of the room.

Time passed quicker then they both were expecting. Five had finished wrapping gifts for Claire and had taken a shower, to fulfill the request of his girlfriends called ‘sit still and look pretty’. Vanya had came over earlier then expected to help Y/n do anything that was needed which wasn’t much. After Y/n had taken a shower and changed it was 6:45 which was when Klaus showed up.

The door bell ring causing Five to get up and open the door, “ Fivey! “ Klaus exclaimed hugging his younger brother.

“ Hi Klaus. “ Five smiled wrapping his arms around his brother.

Once the two brothers stopped hugging Klaus walked in and began chatting with Vanya, meanwhile, Five closed the door. He walked into his shared bedroom to find Y/n doing last minute touches to her hair. He smiled and walked behind her, hugging her waist while his chin sat on her shoulder.

“ You look pretty. “ He smiled kissing her cheek, “ Thank you, you do too. “ She replied setting down the iron and turning it off.

She turned around in his arms, now fully hugging, “ Who’s here so far? “ She asked pulling away to look at her boyfriends face, “ Klaus, surprisingly. “ He smiled.

“ He’s on time?! Must be some form of Christmas miracle. “ She laughed while fixing a loose hair on his forehead, “ I got so lucky. “ He mumbled.

“ Mm? “ She hummed as her eyebrow furrowed with confusion, “ I got lucky. “ He answered.

“ How do you figure? “ She asked, “ Because you are a godsend. “ He grinned, kissing her forehead.

“ Oh Y/n~! Where’s your alcohol? “ Klaus’ singsong voice echoed making both lovers laugh.

“ I’ll be out in a second Klaus. “ She yelled in response, “ Come on love. “ She said kissing his cheek.

Both lovers walked out of their shared bedroom to their main room. They met the graze of Klaus and Vanya. Y/n stepped away from Five’s side to acquire the liquor Klaus wanted, which was on top of the fridge. She poured him a cup and handed it to him.

“ You only get a cup. You’ve done so well with sobriety. “ She warned, “ I know, I know. “ Klaus waved off taking the cup.

Then a knock on the door was heard again, making Y/n look towards Five. He rolled his eyes playful and walked towards the door, meeting the eyes of Allison, Claire, Luther, and Diego. He stepped aside and allowed everyone in.

“ Uncle Five! “ Claire shouted running into his arms, making Y/n smile from afar.

“ Hey little girl. “ Five smiled, ruffling her hair, “ Wheres aunt Y/n? “ Claire asked making Five point in her direction.

“ Hey Claire. “ Y/n smiled from the island of the kitchen, Claire immediately ran to her hugging her tightly.

Eventually everyone got settled in and sat around in the medium apartments living room. Claire sat on Allison’s lap and everyone else took their place on a couch. The hall began to make small talk. Until Claire had interjected.

“ Can we do presents? Please? “ Claire pouted.

“ Sure honey. “ Allison responded as Claire jumped from her lap onto the floor.

“ I’ll give everyone their presents and set them in front of everyone, okay? “ Y/n asked, “ Yes ma’am. “ Claire replied.

Y/n then went under the tree and gave the presents to their respected individuals. Y/n took her spot right next Five and everyone opened their presents. No one got anything in particular really but it was fun to see everyone happy, at least that’s what Y/n thought.

After everyone went home, Y/n and Five were left with the mess. Five was cleaning up all the wrapping paper while Y/n was cleaning the kitchen. Once Five finished he helped her complete everything else. Then both of them collapsed onto their bed.

“ I never wanna do that again. “ She laughed, rolling on her side to face Five, “ But we both know, you’ll do it next year. “ He smiled rolling over to face Y/n.

“ Yes I know but let me live in the moment. “ She smiled snuggling into his chest, “ Okay. “ He laughed as he pulled her close to his body.

“ You did a phenomenal job though, just like usual love. “ He complimented, pulling back to kiss her lips gently, “ Thank you. “ She responded after pulling away from his lips.

“ Anytime love, anytime. “ He smiled.

[sharkneto]

Fic word ask: trick

Oohh another good one. I'm thinking you're fishing for some more Rob and Number shenanigans but that's not what I'm going to give you ;)

Have a long snip from Five vs Apocalypse Anniversary (not alone series):

“But you weren’t checking.” Something twists in Five’s gut, angry and sharp. Illogically, his eyes sting and he blinks away the tears before they can spill – he’s just tired. He’d thought Klaus was helping him. The only person in the family to realize what a big deal this might be but no. Of course not, that’s not how things work in this fucking family. Five does all the work while his siblings doddle about doing who knows what, just waiting for him to clean up all the messes. “You were… you were… what? Wasting my time? What was the fucking point of dragging me around the city if you weren’t going to actually check that there wasn’t anything?” His voice cracks in the middle of his accusation, which yet another embarrassing thing to add to this bad moment but he’s too angry to care.

Klaus’ hands are up to placate, as are Luther’s and Diego’s, and Five fucking hates that, too. He throws a glare at them, for good measure.

“Fivey, hey. You needed a second away from everything going on in there, we did go around and I didn’t see anything off, you got a bit of rest, which you needed—”

Five wishes his arms weren’t full of Delores so he could smack something. Maybe the car, maybe Klaus. He settles for clenching his fists, fingernails digging into his palms so he doesn’t accidentally hurt her in his frustration. “I can sleep later! When we’re sure we’re safe! Why is it we keep having the same goddamn conversations over and over and over again! When will it get through your thick skulls that the situation doesn’t change!? Yes! The chances of an apocalypse are low, but they’re not zero! Viktor doesn’t mean to cause an apocalypse, he never does! And I can fucking rest and eat and do whatever the hell it is you think I need to do when this is over. I know what I need to do better than the rest of you. I have survived and done things you can’t fucking imagine. I don’t need you to hover around and act like I don’t know how take care of myself, don’t need you to trick me into resting or anything else, got it? I am fifty-nine goddamn years old, I have survived for longer than any of you been alive, all alone at the end of the world, and it’s thanks to me that we stopped two apocalypses and got home. If you don’t want to help me, fine. Just stay the fuck out of my way.” He glowers at them all.

They look properly chastised. “We know, Five,” Luther says quietly, gaze on the ground.

“We are trying to help, man,” Diego says, trying for confident but still cowed by Five’s sharp anger.

Five refuses to let his gaze drift to Delores and the disapproval he can practically feel radiating from her. He’s tried being nice. He’s tried being patient. He’s explained this all repeatedly. And yet here they still are. Maybe this is just who Five has to be to get his siblings to understand anything – angry and hard and awful. He doesn’t particularly like being any of those things, but he will if that’s what gets the job done.

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

[downthepub]

i feel like when i joined i kept getting these little high-fivey sort of posts from tumblr like good job! you posted so much! keep going! you posted 1000 posts you’re so amazing!!  then after awhile that stopped.  i’ve been here so long they’re just like, ugh, go away, and i don’t.  i passed 100k posts recently and it was crickets from tumblr.  crickets, i say

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

what if whenever klaus is accidentally doing his telekinesis at first, everyone thinks it's vanya, including him. but when hes by himself or something and things keep happening he doesnt notice it or brushes it off by reasoning it. ben keeps trying to tell him that hes being dumb and it's klaus whos doing all of that

Sorry if you just wanted me to talk about this in bullet points or anything (i still might, god I love making those), this idea was just too good and immediately inspired me to write a small fic about it so hope you’re not mad anon! I wasn’t sure how much to go into, so I tried to keep it to your ask, but goddamn if it wasn’t fun. Klaus being an idiot and not realising that he can move things with his mind is so funny to me for some reason, hope you enjoy it!

The first time there had been anything out of the ordinary, it had been Ben who had noticed it. Field after field of wheat and corn and cotton stretched as far as Klaus could see, squinting his tired eyes against the glare of the sun that sat lazily on the horizon. If not for the aches left from his sudden fall into whatever time period they were in – little Five had said that the equations were a bitch to get exactly right – than Klaus may have paid more attention.

Ben, however, didn’t get sore from falls out of the space-time continuum or hours of blind walking, so it really had been no wonder that his deceased brother had far more focus.

“Great.” Klaus hissed; his brows knitted together tightly as he hugged his arms closer to his chest. A shiver ran through him, the irritable itch of his skin taking no time in setting over his body. “This is just peachy, huh? Fivey couldn’t have dropped us somewhere nice… like Vegas?”

Ben made a face, strolling leisurely by the medium’s side as he watched the cattle stare as they passed. “Fresh air is better for you than booze and slot machines.” Ben reasoned, his lip rising as he watched Klaus’ slug by, his legs dragging off the dirt countryside roads until anything else came into view. “Besides, all these,” He added, gesturing a hand to a black Angus calf ignorant to them as it suckled its mother. “-must belong to someone.”

“Little shit dropped us in the asshole to nowhere…”

“The others could have landed in the nearest town.”

“-and my ribs hurt.”

Ben sighed, leaning his head back as he let his arms flop down to his sizes, focusing on the swaying motion of them as they walked in silence. They’d be okay, they’d find the others – probably Diego in that stupid outfit scowling at Klaus for ‘wandering off’ – and then Klaus would smile and quip and everything would be okay.

The others weren’t in the nearest town.

They could only gather so much from their surroundings, but their deductions seemed sound and clean enough that Ben smiled at his brother as he peered at the newspaper over his shoulder. Klaus’ long, knobby fingers worked on straightening the wrinkles and skimmed over the weather-worn letters – people had thrown looks at the lanky man tearing paper from a nearby trashcan, but none of them said anything, thankfully – only to let out a tired groan.

Ben didn’t need to read through it to understand what his brother meant.

“Nothing.”

Without another word, the newspaper was crumpled up into a ball and dropped at his feet, worn trainers that scuffed off the concrete feebly kicked it aside. He could see the tension in his brother’s shoulders, bare against his torn army vest – Dave, would he have been able to lift Klaus’ hopes better than Ben, did Klaus want Dave there more than him? – as his withdrawal slithered back in to replace the time-travel nausea.

Ben grimaced at the slump of Klaus’s body, hunched meekly on the sidewalk.

A few moments of silence went by.

“What are we gonna do?”

“We should check around for the others, at least we know something.”

“Fine.” Klaus nodded but didn’t budge from the sidewalk as his hands covered his face. The fashion definitely struck them of being around the 1960s, at least giving them a when to base their next action on, the newspaper only confirming it as 1960 to be exact. It was early morning, so fewer people were around to see Klaus – who appeared to be talking to the air, Ben reminded him – but the oncoming morning rush meant a higher chance of standing out.

“The Commission is probably already on our asses.”

Klaus snorted, but didn’t release the tension in his shoulders. Pressing his arms tighter against his side, the skin of his hands pressed white off the sidewalk, pushing all his weight into his limbs and yet failing to move. Short nails clawed at the concrete. Ben stared down at him, brow wrinkled at the heaving breaths that passed through his thin form, shivering with each exhale.

Glancing up to take a look at their surroundings, Ben forced himself to stay put. Withdrawal was a bitch, that much was given at how many times he had seen Klaus go through it before in hospitals and rehab, only to dive back into the intoxication pool without hesitation. But time-travel? That was a whole other game, sensations that he couldn’t understand as he was.

Klaus exhaled a hard breath beside him, the muscles of his arms flexed between them and his teeth clenched down hard into his jaw. Breathe, Ben reminded him, repeating the word over and over until it sounded wrong and then kept going.

"Breathe”.

“I know.”

“We’ll be okay.”

Klaus groaned in reply.

“We’ll find the others, and everything will be-”

The newspaper shot away from them and all the way across to the other side of the street.

Ben blinked.

His mouth opened to speak, to question what had just occurred, only to let his mouth close once more. There had been no wind, no breeze that flapped at Klaus’ clothing or anything else on the street strong enough to do that, so how-

“Alright... I’m alright,” Klaus said slowly, letting out a groan as he shakily rose to his feet. Ben leapt to attention, adrenaline left over alerting him to the scuff of his brother’s foot off the road before he could help him to his feet, his eyes never leaving Klaus. That was… new. “Let’s go.”

                                                         (***)

“Klaus.”

“Ben, for the last time-!”

“It was floating!”

“I must’ve made some other ghost corporal by accident!” Klaus reasoned, waving his brother’s concern away as he shoved his arms back through his jacket sleeves. “Remember when you were able to hold stuff again? You knocked all kinds of shit over-”

“There were no other ghosts, I would’ve seen it.”

Klaus rolled his eyes, picking up the knocked over lamp and replacing it back on the motel bed table.  Blowing a raspberry after flicking the light switch on to make sure the bulb wasn’t damaged; Klaus hoisted his bag over his shoulder and gestured for Ben to follow. “Maybe being corporal makes it harder to see other ghosts, Benny-boy.”

Realising the other was heading out the motel room door rather than listening, Ben pursed his lips with a shake of his head as he followed Klaus. Watching Klaus tie his hair into a high bun – the tangled mess of curls on his head now reaching his chin – in order to help dry the sweat still coating his neck, Ben sighed.

Ghosts can’t knock over lamps, he frowned to himself as Klaus hopped into the driver seat, quickening his pace to slip in the passenger seat before the other had time to start the engine. But idiots who can move stuff without touching them having nightmares can.

                                                        (***)

“Lucky that the guy tripped, huh?”

“Yeah,” Ben sighed, rolling his eyes as Klaus swung his arms leisurely, going on his merry way as if he hadn’t almost been mugged and stabbed by some alley-thug five minutes before. “It’s our lucky day…”

Because men twice the size of Klaus just so happened to become clumsy despite being able to sneak up on a man and a literal ghost.

And that said thug had tripped so hard that he somehow flung himself back down the alleyway far enough that they could escape.

And that the man’s knife just so happened to fly out of his hand and straight into a wooden pallet leaning against a wall more then ten feet away.

Purely, undoubtedly, luck.

Shaking his head, Ben forced himself to only nod when Klaus suggested they get something to eat.

His brother was such an idiot.

                                                        (***)

Their whole family were idiots.

“Our first objective should be stopping the apocalypse─”

“We need to help Vanya─”

“Allison please, we don’t know what she’s capable─”

“She is trying to control them, Luther. Why can’t you─

Any attempt at conversation was muffled out as Luther shouted louder, only angering Allison who had stood in-between him and Vanya once their brother had shown a lack of resolve to control himself. Lingering off to the side of the room, Klaus could only chuckle as chaos erupted between his three siblings, earning a look from the remainder of his family.

Five took no time in trying to dismantle the tension, jumping back and forth between the living room and the kitchen counter in order to move his plans elsewhere. Neither Ben, Klaus or Diego could blame the fifty-year-old-teen for his lack of concern, arguments were as common in their family as game nights for other, more functional homes.

Earning an expectant look from Ben, Klaus sighed as he hoisted himself up from the couch and stepped cautiously over to their siblings. Diego, raising a brow, glanced over to Ben before giving his dead brother a small smile.

Good job.

Ben straightened his posture, lifting his weight from the settee arm and instead balancing it on his opposite hip. He pursed his lips, however, into a glare at the shift of Luther’s stance, using his bulbous shoulders to basically shove Klaus out of the argument without even hearing what the medium had to say.

Lifting his hands before him to show no harm, Klaus tried to draw attention back to Vanya and her own voice, rather than letting her be drowned out like always. Sharing a smile with his shorter sister, Vanya shifted to allow Klaus room, guiding Allison who could only smile at her growth in confidence.

The conversation, however, didn’t calm as Luther continued to protest despite the majority, besides Five who was too busy working out equations in the kitchen and trying to save the world to care, to the point where Diego rushed in at the mention of their childhood numbers.

Klaus groaned, smothering his face with his own hands once Diego unsheathed a knife. Not listening to either Allison or Vanya demanding them to stop, Ben stood back as the argument began to break down into a brawl between the two highest numbers.

That was, until, something pushed them.

Silence fell as a force of some kind knocked into both men, knocking Diego’s knife from his hand and sending both him and Luther further back from one another. Wide-eyed, the group grew silent.

Until Five jumped back into the room, pissed-off and snarling at the group to restrain themselves, rather than making the Commission’s job easier for them.

Ben sighed as the blame shifted to Vanya, furrowing his brows as he caught sight of Klaus stepping back from his sister in shock. None had noticed his hand, clenched tightly into a fist and still slightly glowing blue.

Sharing a look with his startled brother, Ben scowled at his dismissal and the attention on Vanya, ignoring their sister’s certainty that she hadn’t done anything. Klaus shook his hand out, letting the colour fade and acted to be simply stretching once Five and Diego looked at him at the collapse of the argument.

Shrugging of Diego’s concerns, Klaus was quick to console Vanya.

Ben frowned but pushed those thoughts away upon his siblings realising he was corporeal once more, attempting to ease tension within the bunker.

Idiots.

[conduitandconjurer]

Five scowls at Klaus' feet, but decides to pick his battles today, if not any other. He cooks in silence, right up until his brother's remark about -if his opinion matters-. Now, Five is no fool, nor is he delusional about his own temper, especially when the fate of the world is on the line. But he also knows that of his siblings, there is not one more willing to help in whatever way he can than Klaus. Even if he is sometimes a bit of a mess. 1/2

   “ . . . well, fuck. Wow. Gosh golly.”

It’s a good thing Klaus hasn’t imbibed in any shape or form yet today. He’s lucid and he’s astonished, and aware of the profoundness of Five’s apology. 

    “Lots to unpack there. Lemme sit down. Wait. Wait, good. I’m sitting already.”  

He accepts the plate of eggs, pulls a fork from his pocket--don’t ask--and begins eating. Around bites, he converses quite breezily; despite the many transgressions he and his siblings bat back and forth, he never fails to attempt conversation, and have some strange faith that they might reciprocate. 

    “First off . . .”

Frankly, no one’s done a better job than Five, in this moment, in at least ten years. 

     “I actually learned shit in rehab . . . .one or six of those times . . . . and one of the things is that letting go of guilt and shame is super freaking crucial.  You make sure you owe nobody. You make amends.  You apologize, ya move on.  You don’t dwell, or you thwart yourself. So this is me accepting your apology, and saying, ‘we’re cool. You can move on.’  Because it’s like I’ve alluded to before, Fivey.  You suck things in and you hold on.  I don’t wanna be one more reason for that. For you hurting.” 

He pauses and stabs through a particularly juicy bite of egg.

    “Secondly, you’re right, you’re all assholes, and I love you anyway, because I too am capable of assholery.  Thirdly, Vanya needs to date someone who isn’t stuck in another timeline, or out to use her to end the world.  Maybe Match? Or eHarmony?  OR.”

He veers out of the line of focused wisdom, here, waving his fork around.

    “Or you and I could team up and set her up on a blind date! You can tell me if the person’s gonna be killed by the people you used to work for, and then I can do her makeup, not the date’s, Vanya’s.  Oh, man, Klaus. You terrifyingly ingenious little slut.  How WILL this dreary world yet contain you?” 

He gazes off into the middle distance, evidently satisfied with his conclusions.      

[delucadarling]

1, 4, 6, 15, and 23 for the writer asks!

1) Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

I have... many.

So on the fandom side of things I have two main projects I’m working on. Both are interactive fiction stories I’m putting together using Twine. 

1) Taking Root - I wanted a little sweet slice of life 5am with my Fivey and Sam as a florist and tattoo artist respectively.

2) You’re Invited - This is a Vampire AU where you, playing as a customizable (to a point) Runner Five are sent to investigate the disappearance of a certain Dr. Cohen. Your clues so far have lead you to the once-grand Bacari manor where the De Luca siblings have recently taken residence. 

It’s basically an excuse to write about kissing vampires idk what else to say

3) Life Changer - Okay this one is barely a project, but I’ve had it on a backburner for AGES. I love interactive fic! This one is yet another romance based mystery story set in a modern fantasy world. You play as a down-on-your-luck normie who just lost your cushy office job and got dumped pretty brutally by your boyfriend. Things start to get weird when you walk through a crossroads and into the path of a demon.

4) Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Alright this is a lot more than a paragraph, but I was pretty pleased by this passage:

6) What character do you have the most fun writing?

Impossible to say! It changes all the time. There’s a special place in my heart for writing Phil Cheeseman though, the dorkass nerd that he is. 

15) Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Summaries! Ugh! I usually just make a pun for a title and call it good, but summaries require actual thought.

23) What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

That’d be Grand Adventures of Ariana and Casryl, natch. Me and Emma have many projects we’ve ‘’’’worked’’’’ on for the past few years, and that’s one of them. It’s a... medium fantasy setting with magic, spirits, and knives that say ‘fuck you’. Our dragons are snake-ferret hybrids that eat fruit and cause trouble. It is very near and dear to my heart <3

[queerhargreeves]

Five tries exercising with their binder one. Things doing go as smoothly as they had hoped.

Can also be found on AO3!

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Five shifted uncomfortably in front of mirror, grabbing at the chest of their faded grey t-shirt and pulling on it and letting it go. They watched as the shirt fell on their chest, eyeing it closely. They turned to the side and examined their side profile.

“Flat, good.” He mumbled to himself before turning to where Dolores sat on the chair behind them.

“I know I shouldn’t exercise in this,” Five rolled their eyes, “but I’m not about to ask Vanya or Allison for a sports bra. I’ve done it before, love. I can do it again.” They were adamant about that. They knew they would happily oblige but they just couldn’t do it. They were never the one to ask for help, especially about this.

During the apocalypse, Five never necessarily had to worry how the world perceived their body. There was no one to impress, no one to “pass” in front of. They were wearing a binder the day they left and they wore that thing until they were around 25 when it just became too uncomfortably tight on their body. They used whatever they could find in the scraps and garbage surrounding them when they felt they needed it. They distinctly remember using a discarded, polka dot tank top and wrapping it tightly around their chest. Dolores particularly approved of that fashion decision. But with the impending doom of the world and saving their family, dysphoria wasn’t really the most forefront of issues on their mind those 45 years.

Since coming back however, it was all they could think about. The way their chest curved out like it shouldn’t, the way their waist curved inwards, their hip protruding outwards...They don’t get why these things equal female. All they know is that they’re uncomfortable being assumed as such.

The siblings had a bi-weekly training regimen to get some sort of routine back in their lives. It involved Allison leading their mile jog/run warm up at the park, Luther helping them with push ups and other core exercises, then Diego instructing them on martial arts. It worked for them for the most part. Allison made sure at the start they each had their own routine to lead to avoid conflict between the Luther and Diego. The last thing the Hargreeves wanted was to be pinned up against each other again. No more rankings, no more number one and two. Just Luther and Diego, two brothers working together and helping their family out.

“FIVEY WE’RE LEAVING NO-” Klaus shouted from the bottom of the stairs just to be interrupted by their sibling appearing right in front of him.

“Okay bud, you really gotta stop doing that! You’re gonna kill me.” Klaus clutched at their heart, clearly spooked by their sudden appearance.

“You’re telling me you’re not used to that by now?” Five scoffed, walking past their brother to join the rest of the family in the van.

“You’re right. Not sure why I even bother to ask, silly me!” Klaus flailed his arms dramatically and followed his sibling.

“I’m thinking we go an extra lap today, yeah? We’ve been making better time so I think we’re ready for that push.” Allison whipped her head around from the driver's seat, Luther seated next to her since it was the only place he could fit.

“I’ll uh, try my best I guess.” Vanya retorted shyly, messing with the handle on her hydroflask.

“Don’t push yourself if you can’t, okay? We don’t need anyone overworking themselves here.” Diego commented from next to her and rubbed her arm so she would stop fidgeting with her bottle. He sounded like a big brother.

“Yeah, it’s not a competition. Just do what you can, yeah?” Luther quipped, staring at her reflection in the mirror until she met his eyes.

“Mmm, I won’t. I promise.” Vanya had a small smile on her face and gave a nod, clearly thankful that they cared enough about her to even worry. They all had been working on that; they made sure to include Vanya and affirm her whenever they could. They spent too many years doing the exact opposite and they all saw how that turned out.

The rest of the drive to the park went by in relative silence, Klaus’ comments about his new workout ensemble being the only things filling the air.

“Look, it’s mesh AND lace up! These athleisure companies really did not have to go off that hard!!” Klaus stuck his leg out for his siblings to ‘admire’ his attire, his bright pink sneakers in front of Five’s face.

“Magnificent. Now let’s get out.” Five deadpanned, lightly slapping Klaus’ legs and waited for everyone to pile out of the van.

They all started their stretches, Klaus making unnecessary moaning noises. They all were used to it by now, ignoring the glances they were receiving because of their eccentric brother.

“Is Ben joining us today?” Five asked, leaning down to touch their toes.

“Nah. He doesn’t really needa workout. He’s blessed with a good bod and all. He’s sitting on the bench over there though,” Klaus pointed to the bench on their right and winked, “He enjoys watching us suffer, sick bastard.”

Five hummed and nodded in response.

“Makes sense.”

“Okay y’all, we ready?” Allison was already jogging in place, her curls that were wrapped in a bun on top of her head bouncing.

“Let’s go!” Luther exclaimed and they were off.

Allison had always been the most agile of the siblings, her stamina being pretty impressive. She didn’t do five years of soccer for nothing. Diego was on her heels, keeping up with her quickened pace. Luther was a foot behind them. His big body wasn’t as easy to move around but he was still in better shape than Klaus, Five, and Vanya.

The last three jogged at their own pace, always ending up being almost half the park size away by the end of their jog.

“You doin’ okay?” Five breathed, glancing at their sister. Although small, Vanya tended to tire quickly.

“Yeah, mm good!” She huffed, “You?”

“Peachy.” They replied.

They could feel the tightness forming in their chest, the ache in their ribs starting to throb. They just had to make it four more laps today, they could do it.

By the end, as expected, Allison and Diego ended together, Luther just 30 seconds after them. They waited for another 2 minutes for the rest of their siblings to join them at the table, catching their breath and rehydrating as they did so.

“Fucking finally!” Klaus made it to his brothers and sister, his fist in the air victorious.

“Good job, Vanya!” Allison gave her sweaty sister a half hug as she handed Vanya her water.

“Th-Thanks.” Vanya breathed heavily, happily accepting the hug and water.

Five made it to the rest of them a minute later than Vanya and Klaus, clutching at their side. They all turned to them, obviously confused as to why they were late. Usually they finished before Vanya and Klaus, not after.

“You good, sib?” Diego scanned their body, obviously taking in how they were holding themselves.

“I’m fine, no need to worry. Just tired today I guess.” Five waved their hand, attempting to dismiss their concern. Luther handed them their water and they chugged half the bottle in one chug, sighing loudly once finished.

“You okay to start the crunches?” Luther asked cautiously, placing his water down on the table.

“Of course.” Five snapped, already walking to the grassy area and getting in position.

The other siblings followed suit, all forming a line of Hargreeves on their backs. Luther still stood, walking down the line.

“Okay, so today we’ll do 25 crunches, 10 sit ups, and finish with 30 bicycle crunches. Everyone ready?” Luther asked, scanning down the line of his siblings before laying down next to Vanya on the very right. They all gave a chorus of affirmations.

“Go!”

Diego immediately went ahead and finished the workout within 2 minutes, working on ultra fast mode. Even though this wasn’t competitive, he always liked to finish first for himself. Or to at least beat his time.

Luther finished not long after Diego, Allison immediately following. That left Klaus, Vanya, and Five again.

“Just one more crunch Vanya, you got this.” Luther encouraged his sister, watching her wince in discomfort.

“Nicely done!” He high fived her, which caused her to giggle.

“If I don’t have rock hard abs after this, I am suing ALL OF YOU!” Klaus flopped his limbs down dramatically, not finishing the last 15 bicycle crunches.

They turned to Five who was still on the sit ups. They were counting to themselves, slowly. Every time they pushed themselves up, they would take a sharp inhale.

“Five, if you’re not feeling it you don’t have to finish.” Diego said from their left, placing a hand on their shoulder when they were upright.

“Nonsense, I’m fine!”

“Five.” Klaus’ tone suddenly changed as he stood up and planted himself in front of them. He bent down and placed his hands on their knees, forcing them to look at him eye to eye.

“What? Can’t you see I’m trying to finish here.” Five snapped, clearly annoyed at their brothers antics.

“How long have you been wearing your binder?” Klaus raised his eyebrow.

“Irrelevant. I uh,” Five was trying to form a sentence, his mouth gaping open and close, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They quickly looked away, about to go down to the grass to start the next sit up before Klaus stopped them with a hand on their shoulder. He pulled his shirt at the collar slightly to the right revealing a black binder underneath.

“Ben was right! Five, buddy, you can’t do this! You could seriously get hurt!” Klaus’ voice was filled with concern as he pulled Fives chin with his finger, forcing them to look him in the eyes.

“I’ve done it before, no problem I,” Five took a deep breath, their face getting hotter, “I’m sorry.”

“I have plenty of compression sports bras, Five. You’re more than welcome to wear them. Or we can get you your own.” Vanya said softly as she made her way to her sibling, plopping herself to their right.

“We care about you. We don’t want you getting hurt, okay? Just let us know next time, please.” Diego wrapped his arm around their shoulder as his sibling curled in on themself.

“I just, I hate seeing them, you know? They’re not...not supposed to be there.” Five spat out, their vision starting to blur with tears.

“You don’t have to do shit like this alone anymore, remember? It’s okay to ask for help.” Allison said softly from behind Five. She ran her hand through their hair, stopping at the nape of their neck and placing a gentle but firm grip.

Klaus leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his the smaller sibling, Vanya doing the same. Eventually all seven of them were in one, big cuddle hug pile.

“Okay, little trouble breathing.” Five mumbled in Klaus’ shoulder, causing an uproar of giggling from Klaus. Which in turn made everyone else bust into laughter.

They all fell over, laying flat on their backs as the giggling persisted. Diego ruffled Five’s hair, “Lets call it in early today. Five, we need to get you out of that binder. Pizza and Netflix marathon today sound good with everyone?”

“WOW! Diego ‘my body is a temple’ Hargreeves wants pizza! Never thought I’d see the day!” Klaus gasped, poking at Diego’s shin.

“Well don’t get used to it. We’re doing taekwondo 8 am sharp tomorrow.” Diego retorted knowing quickly.

That caused an over the top groan from only Klaus. Five smiled softly as they looked around them. Their family smiling, getting along. They were safe. They didn’t know why they were so worried in the first place, why they questioned their siblings. They had their family again. And that’s all they ever needed.

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My headcanon for Rick Sanchez in the Doctor who universe

1. Rick & the Doctor.

In universes where the Doctor and Rick both exist, they do not get along, while ��neither had has ever attempted to murder the other it’s not cozy, at best they are rivals. This comes a fundamental difference between them: Rick is chaotic neutral while the Doctor is chaotic good. Besides that both of them are  genius level intelligent and have run into each other other more then once.

They first met in the UK in the early 70s. A young  pre-portal gun Rick attempting to get a PhD at an Oxbridge school. He was low on funds, and having issues with his student Visa. Rick was approached by an agent of Torchwood London, offering him money and help with his visa in exchange he’d infiltrate UNIT and gather intel on their mysterious Scientific advisor ‘John Smith.’  Torchwood London got him position as lab tech or maybe a janitor, it varies depending on who you ask.  Working at UNIT opened his eyes to the possibilities of alien life, interstellar travel and time travel,. Anyhow Rick, being Rick, slacked off, taking numerous smoke breaks,, thumb his nose at hiss bosses, and flirted with Jo Grant, ‘John Smith’s’ (The Doctor) assistant. Jo liked his accent and though he was funny. The Doctor and the Brigadier were far less amused. Both thought Rick was suspicious , also the Doctor was jealous of the attention Rick garnered from Jo. They did some digging and discovered he was a Torchwood spy. Not only was Rick fired from UNIT but the Brig made sure he was deported as well. Torchwood London of course, disavowed him and Torchwood Cardiff wouldn’t hire him. Rick never did finish that PhD.

The second time Rick met the Doctor was in Colombia in the late 70s. The Doctor he met was the Fifth Doctor, who the time was traveling with Turlough and Tegan. Rick was working for a mysterious cartel leader, who supposedly had access to DNA samples of the best minds of humanity. Rick’s job was to experiment , genetically engineer and finally clone the best of these experiments lots of them… like an army size. The Cartel leader was sometimes called ‘El hombre de las Estellas’ and Rick suspected he wash’t human…but it was good money and Rick was planning on sabotaging the whole thing. However one day the TARDIS shows up in his lab, Fivey and his companions show up. In a few days Rick’s boss is dead, lab  and work destroyed , the lab was burning down and everyone but the Doctor and his companions  had been killed. The Fifth Doctor took pity on Rick and rescued him. Rick proved to be a HUGE liability and Tegan  LOATHED him, so he was kicked off the TARDIS somewhere on the east coast of the United States.

The next encounter was much more pleasent in the 90s, Rick ran into the 4th doctor at a space casino. Rick was drunk or on drugs, and the Doctor might have been? Anyhow Rick was feeling much more forgiving and they had a fairly good time. So was  was the Doctor, who might have been also drunk or on drugs. They had good time and There Doctor lent Rick 20 blimfarks. Rick has yet to pay those back.

The fourth time, Rick, The 11th  Doctor and the Pines have to stop Sim!Master from forming an alliance with Bill Cipher. If you want to read about it (it’s here): http://archiveofourown.org/works/11569089/chapters/25992564

Sometime in future Rick will meet up with the Seventh Doctor and Ace. Due to circumstances, Rick, Morty, Summer, The Seventh Doctor and Ace will have to work together. Durning the course of this Ace and Summer fall in love and run off together to become space pirates. The Doctor blames Rick for stealing Ace

2. Rick & The Master.

Rick thinks the Master, is crazy, lame and dangerous and gives hims  wide berth, if he can.

3. Rick & The Rani.

In the mid 70s he and an affair with the Rani which ended shortly after he discovered her plans to vivasect him.

4. Rick & River Song

They also had an affair,  in the 80s it was fun, but She went back to the Doctor.

5. Rick & Jack Harkness

Rick is still bitter Jack, didn’t hire him at Torchwood Cardiff. Also thinks Jack was more fun before he met the Doctor, has killed Jack. a few times.  They did fuck, once or twice.

6. Rick & other time lords:

Rick thinks they are hypocritical and have a stick up their collective butts. Also those collars are lame.

@hellmandraws check this out.

[theseance444]

❛  here, you look like you're freezing.  ❜

Ten months sober. Three days since Klaus had left his room. Lila and Diego had been kind enough to bring his meals to his room, when he had days like these, but Klaus knew their concern and patience would wear thin eventually. Maybe that's why they commissioned Five to take him out for a walk, like a nervous family dog. A coffeeshop down the street, at Five's insistence.

Despite being bundled up in his coat, the crisp fall air still made Klaus shiver as they walked. Nitrile gloves did nothing to keep his hands warm, but at least his own breath within his mask kept his face warm. A deep coldness had rooted itself deep in his bones, the day before, that he just couldn't seem to shake. The hypochondriac in him had already taken three COVID tests, but they were all negative. Forced to follow along with his brother, Klaus almost missed what Five says.

"Oh, no I'm good, I'm fine," Klaus said quickly, dodging the jacket Five was trying to drape over his shoulders. The idea of having someone else's clothes over him, the potential sweat and bacteria harbored there--he nearly tripped trying to avoid it.

"Th-Thanks Fivey, it's--it's either allergies, or I'm dying," he added, laughing nervously behind the mask. His voice sounded nasal, as what felt like a semi truck's worth of gunk pressurized his sinuses. Hidden away in his room, he'd talked himself down from a panic attack that night by deciding, maybe he was overreacting. Was he being paranoid, or was he actually sick? That was his eternal struggle, nowadays. With these obsessions, he didn't feel like he could trust his own mind.

"S-So how's the new job going? It was the uh, CIA, right? Or the FBI? The IBS?" One of those had to be right, and it steered the conversation away from him. "Got any cool cases yet?"

[sirnighteye]

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Tagged by darling @creepycollector

Name:​​ Bojack Horseman's memoirist/Dale Cooper's secretary/tape recorder

Nicknames: Donut, which has, by far, eclipsed my name-name.

Zodiac Sign: ♊️ Gemini ♊️

Height: Fivey fours (fourteen year old donut arrives via a time machine, screams "JUST LIKE SETH GREEN LOL XD​", and leaves)

Orientation: ​Generally I like ​dudes.​

Ethnicity: Generic mishmash of whiteness

​​Favorite Fruit: 🍒  Cherries!!!​​ ​ 🍒

Favorite Season: Fall: Summer heat makes me crumple up like a sad sadbaby, I am painfully and humiliatingly afraid of slipping on ice, and I am used-to-need-prescription-antihistamines allergic to every single springtime-y pollen. FALL IS MY ONLY CHOICE.

​Favorite Book: ​ Sharp Teeth, by Toby Barlow. Free verse poetry-novel about Werewolves and crime in Los Angeles.

Favorite Flower: ​ ​​nasturtium​​s and snapdragons. My grandma grew both largely for my amusement when I was little :') i ate ​nasturtium​s while just chilling out in the garden!!​​ (at this age i also used green onions as a straw which.........okay, kid donut.)

Favorite Scent: ​Lime, earl grey, non-cigarette smoke.​

Favorite Colour: ​ ​​BRIGHT YELLOW​

Favorite Animal: ​rats, foxes, raccoons​

Coffee, tea, or cocoa?: ​"number 18 honey black milk tea with pearls 70% sweet 30% ice​" - my mantra, put it on my grave

Average Sleep Hours: ​ i thrive on 9ish, but my job/commute/taking care of LIFE THINGS schedule allows for, like, 7 on weekdays​ ​:|​

Cat or dog person?: ​I haven't had the opportunity in life to form a true bond with a cat so I tend to lean towards dogs. I had a really good dog relationship growing up, and have since lived in NO FUN NO PETS apartments.

Favorite Fictional Character: ​Is this blog not basically “fictional characters donut has considered kissing this week”? (that’s a weird art scrapbook i have considered making, actually) I think you can infer the, uh, donut’s heart hall of fame. like, clearly donut is a gross adachifucker. clearly donut is pining for that dingus maxie. clearly donut grew up on the x-files and idolizes the lone gunmen.  donut has a wario shrine. donut is fairly transparent.

Number of blankets you sleep with:  ​one, beside me, that i rarely use as an actual blanket because my TV acts as a space heater and my room is just. too. hot and then my 37 giant plushies end up covering me anyway @w@

Dream Trip: ​please just let me go back to tokyo 100 times and show all my cool friends all my favourite things ;_;

​Blog Created: ​my earliest e-mail from tumblr is from 2010.​ IM OLD

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MY OPINION ON;

CHARACTER IN GENERAL:  Five is actually my favorite Doctor, I loved him basically from the moment I saw him on my screen. To me, he feels less like the crazy alien dude with a time machine and more like the slightly wacky older brother. Don’t know how else to explain it… but yes I love Fivey :)HOW THEY PLAY THEM: Spot on. The dialogue is wonderful and I love all the descriptions in all their threads. And considering English isn’t their first language? Like… color me impressed. Seriously. You’re doing such a great job.THE MUN: I need to chat with them more, but they seem awesome.

DO I;

FOLLOW THEM: yesRP WITH THEM: yesWANT TO RP WITH THEM: more yesSHIP THEIR CHARACTER WITH MINE: as good friends

WHAT IS MY;

OVERALL OPINION:

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.