#RUMORRRRR

[kibumkim]

Rumorrrrr

[lesbianjackies]

TYSM I'M GOING TO DO ALL OF THESE

hello my beautiful rumor bestie, have any ideas for a five fic i could write? i'm in the mood to write for him but i don't have any ideas......

AAAAHH

ok so i have a few

You could always go the typical friends to lovers or enemies to lovers type thing, and while I do hold that it's rather cliche and typical, it's still fricking adorable and I know you'd do something great for it. For example, partners at the Commission or childhood friends who go stop the apocalypse together.

Another way you could go is that they just...run into one another and are like...ok, you're my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner now because that's adorable. That soulmate connection...just MUAH

OMG speaking of which, you could always go for a soulmates au. That would be awesome.

If you want to go the angstier route, you could do like the separated by time. For example, the reader's younger self is in 2019 and Five just can't stay away from them. That would be awesome, too, especially if they died in the future and Five is absolutely determined to keep them around and (ideally) with him for as long as they can be (i.e. die of old age)

If you want to go the dark route, you can take the previous prompt and make five just...unhinged as hell

Another thing you could do is just domestic fluff after a stressful day of stopping the apocalypse

Speaking of domestic fluff, you can have one forcing self-care on the other because god knows five doesn't have much of that (though he MUST fit a shower in there at some points because that fluff in the hair is unattainable otherwise, either that or he has more than time travel as a power)

And, last but not least, because we all knew this was coming, one gets hurt and the other is panicking.

HAVE FUN

[resentingthestatusquo]

Bill Hader Nation:

I saw a news story about him and Rachel Bilson dating AND LEGIT THOUGHT IT WAS A RUMORRRRR

yall gotta tell me these things DONT JUST LET ME FIND OUT BC OF THE GG LIKE AN IDIOT

[iheardarumorthings]

bwahah I see your requests are back open and therefore time for more *ahem* Jesper simping

okay so hear me out:

like an inferni reader who ran away from ravka, but she didn't really have any supplies so she was very much in danger until Jesper found her and helped her.

Like he allowed her to sleep in his room in the Slat until one day Kaz finds her and then you decide what happens lmao

thank you rumorrrrr

<3

anytime huffle!!!!! hope you love it!!!

warnings: soft, fluffy kanej, kaz being upset for a bit, jesper being panicky, reader snagging candy, just all around FLUFF

INTO PLACE

He had found you; you were helpless, alone, scared, unbathed. He had snuck you into the Slat through his bedroom window- not an easy feat. All for what? Charity?

Maybe it was the click that sounded in his brain the second his eyes locked with yours; the shudder that rippled through him; it was like a piece of the world that he never noticed was missing was finally put into place, making everything right.

He asked Kaz for a room with a larger closet, putting it in a way that made it seem as if it was because he had bought tons of clothes. He technically wasn’t lying either; you had developed a taste for the large button-up shirts with suspenders. You said it made you look cool.

It suited you. He loved it on you; but, then again, he loved you in anything. He loved you in the dirty kefta you donned while quite literally holding yourself together in the streets of Ketterdam. He loved you in the pajamas he had stolen from Nina and Inej and Matthias- he didn’t want to guess your style, nor impose on it. He loved you in your suspenders.

He loved you in anything.

~*~

You two played cards at night for sweets. You had no money to bet and he didn’t want to put you in debt, no matter how informal it would’ve been.

“Now, that wasn’t fair,” he laughed, head thrown back. “You cheated some how.”

You smirked, nothing but amusement in your eyes, “And how did I cheat, oh great one? How did I beat you?”

You threw a small candy up in the air, catching it in your mouth to somehow prove a point. You didn’t know what you were proving, you supposed you just wanted to show off.

“I don’t know yet,” he said, eyes narrowing playfully. “But I will figure it out if it is the last thing I do.”

You just threw another candy in the air, but this time before it hit your mouth, if caught it in his hand, eating it. Scoffing, you vowed to get revenge.

~*~

Kaz Brekker took pride in many things: his lockpicking abilities, his omniscience, and his wraith. However, the discovery of you threatened one of those, and he could not have that.

“You-”

He took a break to pinch his nose, a gesture that both you and Jesper knew was not a good sign. You knew Kaz as well as Jesper did at this point; Jesper had told you everything about… anything and everything.

Inej was seated in the window, head cocked, studying the both of you. Studying the hand placed on your shoulder, the determined look in Jesper’s eyes, the fearful one in yours.

But what was it you feared?

Being thrown out, helpless once more?

Being separated from Jesper?

She knew then that Kaz couldn’t throw you out.

“Kaz,” she spoke, sharp. He immediately turned his head toward her. “She’s an inferni.”

“And?” Kaz rasped, eyes bored. He knew all the facts. But he wouldn’t interrupt her, she knew. She had that power.

“She can prove very useful; we don’t have one of those.”

“We.”

Kaz loved that word when it came to he and the wraith pirate he could call his fiance.

He turned back to the both of you, and he thought. And suddenly- suddenly everything was put into place. Inej knew what he knew: everything. He had all the facts. Why would she repeat them?

The look in Jesper’s eye; it was the look she gave him when they were alone together, holding hands and discussing the next heist. It was the look that Nina gave Matthias.

Pure, unadulterated love. Well, not unadulterated. There was determination in there, too, calculation. He was going to have you stay, and if you couldn’t stay, he’d find a way to help you. He’d find a way to see you.

Kaz was proud of many things: his lockpicking abilities, his omniscience, and his wraith.

All three came into play once he figured it out. He wasn’t threatened, but Jesper was.

Jesper was his brother; wasn’t it his job to help his brother find happiness?

“They can stay,” he said gruffly. The look on Jesper’s face was enough, but the look of pride that Inej gave him sent him over the moon, pushing the world into place again.

[iheardarumorthings]

rumorrrrr baby how are you 🥺🥺🥺 we haven’t talked in so long i miss you sm!! 😭😭

HIII OMG WE HAVEN’T I’M SO SORRY

I’ve taken a weird break...that i don’t know will end. But it’s okay because I’m writing fic again because school kinda took a bit of a break from being a jerk so we’re all cool!

How are you, Elia? I missed you!!!

[lesbianjackies]

I CAN'T I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN RUMORRRRR

OK HI, so its currently 2 am and i stayed up for the longest time reading your angst stories and i CANT GET ENOUGH OF THEM THEY ARE SO GOOD ok anyways so i just wanted to request a story :) ok so this might be stupid or something but so y/n and five are dating and they have been since before texas 1963 (season 2) and now we are in the 3rd season where y/n doesn't feel any love from five even though five only occasionally says he does but he is just being cold to y/n, and so they start spending less time together but at luthers party when five gets drunk he is all like "oh i love you so much" and all of a sudden he wants to constantly be around y/n, but it turns out he was just trying to make it easier when the apocalypse does come its easier to loose y/n but y/n doesn't buy it because he is drunk I AM SO SORRY IF THIS MAKES NO SENSE LIKE I SAID ITS 2 AM

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!!

warnings: five being mean, drunkenness, swearing

tag list: @mad-elia ; @navs-bhat ;

MY LIGHT

Once upon a time you were loved. Cherished. Adored. Just as he had promised in his vows, made in both you and Dolores’ presences. Once upon a time, he held your hand. He kissed your cheeks, held your face, and told you he loved you as he tickled your stomach and pressed his lips all over your face.

Oh, but like all fairy tales, they come to an end.

Once upon a time, Five Hargreeves loved you. Once upon a time, your love was returned.

But then he began to pull away. Yes, your darling husband would still smile sometimes. Sometimes he would pat your hand when you got an injury. But he would always pull back.

Eventually, even those things faded. He no longer smiled at you, only looking at you with disdain. If at all. Sometimes you would no longer wake to him by your side, but with him nursing a bottle by the desk. Once, he even kicked you out.

So you ran and ran, trying to find a solution. Always trying to help.

“You really are dense, aren’t you?!” he yelled one night as you presented your own equations. He began waving the bottle in his hand out of anger. “Can’t you see, darling? There’s no point! Nothing! So, say your last goodbyes, honey, because we’re all going bye-bye in a day or two!”

The nickname was no longer a term of endearment, but an insult. As was any amount of affection he showed you.

You remembered feeling hope just a few days before as the Handler dropped dead on the ground. As she fell, your worst enemy, Five rushed to you holding you in his arms as he shook. He didn’t even pay attention as Lila split. He just hugged you to his chest, rocking you back and forth.

You were far too shocked to do anything about it. He had not held you- let alone touched you- in days. You just sat there, stiff.

He was a little more affectionate then, pulling blankets up around your shoulders the second you were able to get some sleep; offering you a cup of coffee exactly the way you liked it when you woke.

It was heaven.

Is this what our lives will be like from now on? You thought, a smile on your face as you looked at him as he sassed his siblings. I could get used to this.

But then you landed home. He still held your hand, swinging it with his. You were still far too stunned to say anything to him, though you vowed to ask later.

And suddenly, things grew worse once more. Even more awful than they had been before.

He began flat-out ignoring you. He would avoid you; lightly push you out of his way if you grabbed him by his arms, begging him to tell you what was happening. He just brushed you off, a flippant look of annoyance on his face, telling you it was nothing.

So then you began to pull away, too.

You would not let him have you if he refused to take you in. You would no longer let him touch you if he wouldn’t. You would no longer try to get him back.

You could’ve sworn you saw despair cross his face as you stepped out of his way, not looking him in the eye, not smiling. Just…moving.

You were not his, you told yourself, sliding your wedding ring off of your finger after seeing his gone.

And he was not yours.

~*~

Your heart weighed heavy in your chest as you watched Luther and Sloane get married. Her in her beautiful white dress, Luther in his suit. 

You remembered your wedding. The vows that seemed to be broken so easily. 

You sat as far from him as possible; you crossed your legs, putting up your guard. No one would bring it down ever again, not if they were to stab you straight through the heart you so openly let them have.

And it was the same story at the reception as you drank from the bottle, downing it.

“You know, honey,” you heard a voice behind you, his words slurring. You turned to face it. “Drinking is bad for you. You shouldn’t do it.”

His hands went to your hair, muttering about how it was undone, how he’d have to re-do it. That was always his thing. He’d do the smallest things to help you; that included your hair, in fact that used to be his favorite little thing to do.

I swear, Y/N darling, I will always, always help you…Especially with your hair.

You moved out from under him, making him whimper, continuing to reach out. “Yet here you are, doing it just the same as I am.”

He shrugged, sitting down next to you, staring at you. There was an odd look in his eye; a look that you had seen a long time ago. A look that had asked you to marry him, a look that had brushed your hair back from your face and told you it loved you more than anything in the infinite universe.

Damn that look. 

“I can. It’s my job to make sure you don’t make the same mistakes I do, sweetheart.”

“It is not. We are in no way related to each other.”

“That’s not true, baby,” he laughed, “and you know it. I’m your-” He hiccupped, reaching out for your hair again. “-husband. You know? The one who is madly, and forever in love with you? The one who adores you beyond any sort of comprehension?”

“Oh!” you gasped, placing a hand to your heart dramatically. You almost pitied the fool; his face lit up as if recognizing that you finally understood what he meant. He reached out for you, about to pull you into his lap. “You mean the one that took his ring off and ignores me? Calls me an idiot? That one?” The smile on your face nearly broke it; the sarcasm nearly broke you.

His face fell; his eyes teared up. He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into him. You tried to climb out, but he held you tighter, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.

“You have to know,” he whispered, “that everything I did…everything was a mistake.” He began to kiss your shoulders up and down. “And I want you to know that I’m incredibly disappointed in you; your lack of faith in me was quite unnerving. To think that a person like me, who’s only source of light was you, would just discard you like that.” He continued to kiss you, whispering ‘I love yous’ between them, tears dripping down your back now. When you began to talk, he shushed you. “I don’t get it. Why can’t I just have an apocalypse-free world for once? Why can I not have a world where I don’t have to deal with the thought of losing you at any given moment? Because it would be so hard. Losing you, you know? You are my life. My love. My everything. So what else could I do? Maybe…I thought that just maybe if I pushed you away–just maybe–I would feel less empty. Less angry, sad, depressed. I couldn’t–no, I can’t handle the thought of losing my light. My darling. My world. I thought that maybe I could make myself hate you. But that’s hard with a person who’s only flaw was loving me, huh?”

You tried to pull away. He interrupted you with a little tug, a kiss pressed firmly to the side of your neck, nipping it slightly. “Let me finish. Please.”

You leaned back, and he sighed, pulling you in even closer, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck, paying no mind to those who were watching.

“I suppose my point is that I was wrong. So, so wrong. And I’m so sorry; I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for making you think that I didn’t love you anymore, and I’m sorry that I’m such a fucking idiot that I couldn’t treat you to the best last days possible. I’m sorry that I couldn’t hug you, hold you. God, I’m sorry for myself too. Do you know how much I’ve missed this? How much I’ve craved it? Your touch? The feel of you in my arms?”

“Five,” you whispered, voice soft. There were tears in your eyes. “You’re drunk. You’re not…you’re not coherent. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Oh, darling. Don’t you remember the phrase I taught you? Drunk words are sober thoughts. And, trust me, I could not stop thinking about you for the past few weeks. At night. During the day. All the time. Hell, I even dreamed of you.”

“Five, you are drunk. You are not sober; you are not in the right state of mind.”

“I think I’m better than ever.”

“You think you love me.”

“I do.” He squeezed your waist; not tightly, but enough to hold you in place. Enough to let you know he was serious. “Never, ever doubt that. I couldn’t take it if you did.”

“You don’t, Five,” you whispered, sliding out of his lap. You placed your hand on his jaw; he held onto your wrist, looking up at you with big, despairing eyes. “But you’ll remember that in the morning. Won’t you?”