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Five Hargreeves smiles.

Although, I may be confusing something, but he only laughed or smiled when he was drunk.

Rare shot, spread it!!!

I apologize for the quality of the photo((((

ask.... give Five Hargreeves in Season 3 a hug. Please. I beg on my knees.

Okay but- don't imagine Five being touch starved to the point of scratching his skin off because of how overwhelming it feels. Don't imagine Five starting to "romanticize" every form of physical contact in his mind to the point of missing even the most negative kind. Don't imagine Five holding Delores so tightly against himself in an effort to feel a connection, but nothing happens and he accidentally breaks her arm off instead due to how tightly he was hugging her. Don't imagine Five wrapping himself in a blanket and crying because it almost feels like being held. Don't imagine Five trying to trick his brain into thinking that the jacket he's hugging is actually his siblings.

Now, definitely don't imagine Five getting back to his siblings and not recieving a single hug

Now, seriously. As far as I remember from the Part 3 comics, there was no scene of Five in the forest. What is Five Hargreeves doing in the woods, and why is he shouting? Is he screaming out of desperation, out of anger, out of pain, or has he lost someone? Did he have a tantrum after all the bad things that happened to him, or did he have a fight with his family, or was he sad and lonely, or did he lose Mr. Pennycrumb? I'll think about it all the time now, and I feel sorry for him.

Please have mercy on Five Hargreeves.

SO WHAT????? S3 UPDATE!!!!!!

What does Five Hargreeves smell like?

It smells of strong coffee, milk, something sweet, books that have not been opened for a long time, elite Chanel number 5 perfume, peanut paste, expensive alcohol, baby powder, blood and the warm smell of clothes that have been lying in the closet for a long time. Two different sides: this is both a gathering in his room with coffee, chocolate and complete privacy, but also shooting, fighting, bloodshed and complete trust in each other. It's like smoke from a fire: it smells good, it looks amazing, but it's dangerous and can be controlled. There is nothing more native in life than his hair and this school uniform....

I'm absolutely certain that Five bites.

That's all.

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Sleeper Five:

Allison, quiet: why did he fall asleep with an axe in his arms?

Diego, also quiet: I think he saw a spider before going to bed. It's safer for him that way

Luther: I drink sedatives because I can't get over my father's death

Diego: I drink sedatives because I lost my ex-girlfriend and the other one turned out to be a spy :(

Allison: I drink sedatives because I don't sleep well because I'm worried about my daughter.

Klaus: I drink sedatives so I don't have to see THAT DAMN BEN WHO'S ALREADY GOT ME-

Ben: I don't drink sedatives because I'm a ghost :D

Vanya: I drink sedatives because my father told me to....and I still don't know why I drink them...

Five, with a bottle of wine in his hand: I drink.

I'm sorry......but..... imagine Five....dancing with Dolores to "Bongo Chachacha" just because Dolores told him to dance.....

Diego:

Diego: wAit fOr a sEcond-

shit... it makes me cry....

the burden of atlas

based on winter-came’s edit of number five and a poem on atlas, go follow them! their edits of five are top tier

Five: I'm not afraid of anything!! in this life I've seen everything, I've killed, I've survived, no one will be able to me-

Five a second after the thunder rumbled, jumped into Diego's arms, eyes squeezed shut in fear: s-shit, d-diego...s-save me, I'm s-scared...

The one who can play with time.

Five: God, come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

Diego: you asked Klaus if he had a boyfriend...

Five: so what?

Diego: ..and then you started crying because his boyfriend was dead and you felt sorry for him.

Five:

Five, holding his head in his hands: Fuck-

I had way too much fun with this. Basically what I think each of the siblings would make Five wear if he had to get rid of his blood stained uniform. Fratricide was nearly committed from all sides during the process

AU, Diego, Klaus, Five, and Allison live together in the same apartment:

Five: where's my yogurt?

Klaus: Was it yours? I thought Diego was...

Five: WHERE'S MY YOGURT?

Allison: so, calmly, what to buy

Diego: I'll give you a ride to the store

Klaus: Diego, how could you?

Five: I didn't finish!-

Klaus: Okay, I understand that Five is again a transition age, but I don't fucking understand how you could mix VODKA with WHISKEY and drink TEQUILA at 03:00 pm-

Five: listen, when I was your age....

Klaus: ??

Five: okay, when I was the same height as you..

Klaus: ???

Five:

Five: okay whatever-

Klaus: what if I hit the gas and the brakes at the same time?

Diego: the car will take a screenshot

five:

five: fuck for the last time I say, get the fuck out of the car

AHAH OMG, look at this, he's just trying to look serious, but he can't help but smile at the sight of his clumsy brother, who, apparently, as awkward as he was from childhood, still remains, and Five does't want to show his sincerity in any small way. That's ... cute.

I love the energy of this moment because Five, looking at Klaus, who is trying to help him in very unusual ways in the spirit of their family, quite looks like: "Oh, yes this is my bitch, suck it" 😎

Diego: he was kind of yelling that he was the oldest and smartest person here...

Also Five in s1e2, rolling a toy car in his room: yessssss i ammm

Klaus, filming everything on camera: boo!!!

Five, almost dropping the coffee, screams in a falsetto: fuck!!! stop doing that!??

*The Five and Luther reconcile*

Luther: and don't fight anymore ...

Five: okay, I won't fight...

Luther: hooray

Five: I'll kill right away.

Luther:

Luther: That's not how it works.

Five: *was sitting on my crib at home, solving some complicated equations*

Five: Stop! Who's coming? *a nervous Five suddenly shouted*

Klaus: Rain! *drummed his fingers on the glass*