#number five

[oi-52]

This is the drawing I chose for my first reblog! I like it. I have a special attachment to this piece because it was completed three months after I came up with the idea. Since there are still many things I haven't finished yet, I'm glad I was able to complete this one. Also, I finished it before Season 4 aired (Oh... I envy the past me who didn't know anything...) I find it amusing that Five has such a dreadful relationship with commissions. He’s like a walking little horror story and a threat. It's really thrilling...

Talking about it like this makes it feel fun! I might take it down, Reblog still feels a bit embarrassing. I also tend to remove drawings I've posted before. I just felt like I had to say that all of a sudden!

The last season is really just around the corner!

[ssmhhh]

Bro was marigold-conflicted but still had the wherewithal to actually listen to Klaus’s position instead of automatically dismissing him… It’s giving emotional intelligence it’s giving personal growth…A Man™️.

[feralnumberfive]

*sits on a beach at sunset absent-mindedly drawing in the sand with a stick* Yeah, I don't know, it might have been cool to see Five rewind time again

[hansodax]

I don't think this scene in Hotel Obsidian will ever not be funny to me 🤷

[v1trum]

Right. Especially cus he loved the comics like imagine loving a character a ton and then boom ur gonna play the tv version of that character like hello

still not done talking about the fact that aidan gallagher got cast to play one of the most plot-important characters in an adult superhero show among a cast of grown, professional actors at the age of 13, fresh off of a nickelodeon children’s show and managed to deliver one of the most layered, memorable performances and become the favorite of most people who watched it

[inkspiredwriting]

I’ve got you

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Hey, you're probably wondering why I'm posting today and not on Monday like I usually do. My mom has an appointment on Monday, an appointment to determine whether the lumps in her throat are good or bad. If they are bad it means she has cancer (I really hope that everything is fine)

I wrote this one shot after I had a panic attack, after my mom told me about the appointment. Writing has always helped me. I will be there for my mom on Monday and pray to God that everything is okay. I know you understand that

Warnings: Panic attack

The day had started out like any other. The sun filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, casting a golden glow over the room as Five and Y/n Hargreeves woke up to the sound of their two children playing downstairs. Milo, their four-year-old, was chasing after his older sister, Maddie, giggling as they raced through the house.

It was a sound that usually brought peace to Y/n’s heart, a reminder of the joy and love that filled their home. But today, something was different.

Y/n had woken up with a sense of unease she couldn’t quite place. It was like a weight on her chest, pressing down, making it hard to breathe. She had tried to shake it off, had smiled at Five when he kissed her forehead and went to make breakfast, had forced herself to get out of bed and start her day. But the feeling didn’t go away.

As the day wore on, the anxiety built up like a slow-moving storm, clouding her mind and tightening her chest with every passing minute. By mid-morning, Y/n was pacing the living room, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to focus on anything—folding laundry, checking her phone, breathing in and out. But nothing worked.

It had been a long time since she’d felt this way—this out of control. Ever since meeting Five, her life had found stability, despite the chaos that always seemed to follow him and his family. She had been through more with Five than most people could ever imagine—time travel, apocalypses, the ups and downs of raising a family with the weight of the world constantly hanging over their heads. And yet, none of that had ever left her feeling like this.

She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to take a deep breath, but her lungs felt tight, her heart racing far too fast. The world around her began to blur, sounds becoming distant as panic set in.

Five was in the kitchen, pouring coffee, when he noticed Y/n standing still in the living room, her face pale and her breathing uneven. He immediately set down his mug and crossed the room toward her.

"Y/n?" His voice was calm, but there was concern laced beneath it. "Hey, what’s wrong?"

Y/n didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her chest felt like it was caving in, her heart hammering in her ears. Her vision was tunneling, and the walls felt like they were closing in on her. All she could do was shake her head, tears brimming in her eyes as she struggled to breathe.

Five’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Without a word, he gently took her hand, guiding her to the couch. "Sit down," he whispered softly. "It’s okay. I’ve got you."

Y/n collapsed onto the couch, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, her entire body trembling. She felt like she was drowning, like no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get enough air. It was terrifying, and she had no idea how to make it stop.

Five knelt in front of her, keeping his hands on hers, grounding her as best he could. "Look at me, Y/n," he said firmly but gently. "Just focus on me. You��re having a panic attack, but I’m right here. We’ll get through this together."

Y/n’s eyes darted around the room, unable to focus. Her mind was racing, filled with fear, irrational thoughts, and the overwhelming sense that something terrible was about to happen. She couldn’t stop it.

"Y/n," Five’s voice cut through the fog, pulling her attention back to him. His eyes were calm, his expression steady. "I need you to breathe with me, okay? Just follow my lead."

He took a slow, deep breath in, making sure she could see his chest rise and fall. "In through your nose," he instructed, his tone soothing. "And out through your mouth."

Y/n tried to mimic him, but her breaths were shaky and uneven. Five didn’t falter. He stayed patient, breathing slowly, guiding her through each inhale and exhale.

"That’s it," he said softly. "You’re doing great. Just keep breathing."

Y/n squeezed his hand, trying to focus on his steady presence. His calmness was like an anchor in the storm raging inside her, pulling her back to reality, back to herself.

Slowly, after what felt like an eternity, her breathing began to steady. The tightness in her chest started to loosen, and the fog in her mind began to lift. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she no longer felt like she was drowning.

Five stayed right there, never letting go of her hand. He brushed a thumb over her knuckles, his gaze never wavering from hers. "You’re okay," he murmured. "You’re safe."

Y/n nodded, though she still felt shaken. Her heart was slowing down, but the exhaustion from the panic attack left her feeling drained. She let out a shaky breath, finally able to speak. "I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Five frowned, shaking his head. "Hey, no. You don’t need to apologize for this. Panic attacks happen. You’re not in control of them, and it’s nothing to be sorry for."

Y/n wiped at her eyes, sniffling. "I just... I don’t know what triggered it. Everything felt so normal this morning, and then suddenly—"

"Y/n," Five interrupted softly, "you don’t have to explain it. It doesn’t matter what triggered it. What matters is that you’re okay now. You’re here with me, and I’m not going anywhere."

Y/n looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and love. She didn’t know how she’d gotten so lucky to have someone like Five in her life—someone who understood her, who didn’t judge her, and who knew exactly how to support her when she needed it most.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Five smiled gently, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don’t have to thank me. I love you, Y/n. I’m here for you, no matter what."

Y/n let out a shaky breath, her heart finally feeling lighter. "I love you too," she murmured, leaning forward to press her forehead against his.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their breaths steadying in unison, the world around them quiet and still.

After a while, Five stood up and offered his hand to her. "Come on. Let’s get you some tea and take a break."

Y/n smiled softly, taking his hand as he helped her up from the couch. "Tea sounds nice," she agreed, feeling a warmth settle in her chest that had nothing to do with the panic attack and everything to do with the man standing beside her.

As they walked into the kitchen, hand in hand, Five glanced at her, his eyes filled with the kind of love and devotion that made Y/n feel like she could get through anything.

"Just so you know," he said, his tone light, "if you ever need to have another panic attack, I’ll be here for those too."

Y/n chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Let’s hope that doesn’t happen anytime soon."

Five grinned, squeezing her hand. "But if it does, I’ve got you."

Y/n looked at him, her heart swelling with affection. "I know you do," she whispered, and in that moment, she felt more loved and understood than ever before.

[vanniahhrgrvs]

My friend introduced me to this app in 2023, and i downloaded the fucking app 2 years later. Okay who asks someone if they have a tumblr on the first day of meeting a classmate? Her.

Anyways if you're a tua, or mcr fan, y'all should follow me cuz i like the attention.

[laurrelise]

i find it so incredibly endearing that five may canonically write his name numerically

also picturing the world on the verge of ending and they all have to sit and tie on bowling shoes for no reason at all

my favorite part abt the bowling alley scene in S1 was how they gave the worker shit for telling then they had to bowl but took the time to rent out and put on bowling shoes

but not only did they rent them for no reason they stole them shits too 😭

[snowviolettwhite]

Finally finished The Umbrella Academy.

Can we talk about the fact while Five is a mentally a middle aged man, he is also biologically a thirteen year old boy?

He has physically regressed. Him physically regressing could cause him to mentally and emotionally regress too. He has the brain development and the hormones of a young teenager, a thirteen year old kid.

The old version of him did not have mood swings and seemed a lot for emotionally stable.

It can seem like Five is a kid trying to fix everything and behave like an adult.

He does stupid and cute things that a kid would do, like clinging to a comfort objects or only eating sweet foods or getting drunk in the middle of a bank to the point of giggling.

I honestly thought if they were going do something with Five and Lilia it would have been, Five having a puppy crush and it would not have gone anywhere.

He does not like the way The Handler treats him in his kid body. The way he acts around her seems like a kid trying to protect and keep themselves safe from a predatory adult. There are four known reactions of fear and trying to protects yourself: fight, flight, freeze and fawn. At the beginning he is trying to impress her, fawn. Which is something children often do, they think if they make the adult happy it will keep them safe.

Overall, from a scientific point of view and character analysis point of view this is very interesting.

[oi-52]

[laurrelise]

yeah no i’m fine im just contemplating if i should redraw these divas as five and klaus because it is so completely and utterly them

[sunsickjune]

“i felt that five had to have a love story” okay steve !! fine. i’ll humour you. picture this : lila and five in the subway. they’re travelling to different timelines, loosing hope, trying to find a way home. then they get to a timeline and five sees dolores. but she’s a human, not a mannequin. he falls for her. loves her. wants to stay with her in her timeline. and that’s why lila has to force him to come home. she has kids, a husband, a life. five wants to stay with dolores more than anything. but he goes home, back to his timeline, because he knows he has to save his family. because he loves them more.

[feralnumberfive]

[motteteto]

who do i gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?????

[twobraincells-art]

The 8th of August, 2024

Two mistakes of the universe go for a walk. Despite this, the universe doesn’t chew them up and spit them out. It lets them be. They deserve it, after all.

It’s a lovely day.

[currentlyonstandbi]

all the Deli Fives: *trying to figure out how to fix the timeline and stop the apocalypse*

Brisket Five in the kitchen: