[Umbrella Academy x Reader] One Shots & Preferences

Guess who finally remade one of their oldest one shots!! I hope y'all enjoy this redone version of Cuddles, one of my favorite Five one shots! I did my best to freshen it up a bit, and I'm actually kind of proud of how it came out. Enjoy!!

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Five had issues with sleeping: major issues with sleeping. He thought that at least some of them would clear up after the apocalypse was prevented, but that didn't seem to be the case.

His caffeine addiction certainly didn't help either.

Even though he very clearly aware of his problem, his siblings still made it their business to go out of their way to pester him about it every day.

Allison and Viktor tried to enforce strict dietary restraints on him to make sure he'd avoid anything that'd keep him up, but it never took Five very long to find loopholes in them.

Luther would ask him about his sleep schedule constantly and offered to take him to a mattress store to pick out a new bed every morning.

Diego made it his business to simply tease Five about it any chance he could, though it usually never went anywhere because Five would retort with an insult twice as efficient.

And then there was Klaus.

"You know, I know a dealer that specializes in selling sleep meds! I could hook you up in exchange for, like, twenty bucks."

None of them actually did something useful for him in his opinion, and he didn't think they ever would.

The only saving grace he had was you. You, despite being his partner, would never bring it up to him unless he did, and for that he was eternally grateful. It was nice that at least one person in his life wasn't constantly trying to be obnoxious.

Right now, you were in your room with Five, preparing everything for your first sleepover together. Five thought you guys were just going to watch movies and eat junk food. He couldn't have been more long.

You had blankets and pillows and all kinds of stuffed animals along with a body of what Five could only assume was some kind of sleeping remedy. You had also picked some crime documentaries to watch together, since those always seemed to put you both asleep whenever you'd watch them.

"honey, I love you, but I don't appreciate the babying," he commented with a sigh, sitting on the bed.

You chuckled, patting his head playfully.

"You've barely gotten any sleep in the past 6 months," you scolded. "Babying has unfortunately become a necessity."

You plopped down beside him and smiled. "Besides, I've already gone through a lot of trouble to make everything perfect for sleeping, so I don't want to hear any complaints about it!"

Five shook his head, smirking. "you know you don't have to do that."

"Actually, I do."

Five blinked and stared at you for a good moment. After about a minute, you waved a hand in front of his face.

"Falling asleep already?"

He shook his head and just smiled, letting out an intimate whisper.

"I love you, you know that right?"

Now it was your turn to stare, locking your eyes with him. A tense silence stretched on. Five was about to speak again when you silenced him with a quick peck to the lips.

"And I love you too."

"I know that."

"Do you now?"

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That night, you found yourself with Five sitting in front of the TV in your room, watching one of the numerous true crime documentaries you had selected.

"the wife did it," Five said.

"How do you know?" you said smugly, looking up at him in disbelief.

"Well, not only is she the only one who hasn't had an interview, but the majority of murders on this show end with the spouse doing it. Actually, annually, about 700 marriages end in murder, so it's really no surprise."

"if we got married," you asked, turning to him and looking over at him with big, baby doll eyes. "-you wouldn't murder me, would you Five?"

"Statistically, 55% of spousal murders are committed by the wife, so really," he gave you a sly smile, "I'm the one who should be worried."

"If you keep up with the snarky remarks, you just may have to worry." You giggled, leaning on his shoulder. "Just answer the question!"

He rolled his playfully, sighing with fake exasperation.

"No, I would not murder you."

"I wouldn't murder you either."

Soon, the clock struck ten o'clock and you perked up.

"Alright, bed time. No more crime documentaries for us.

Five snapped from his sleepy daze staring at the television and looked over at you, confused.

"what?"

You grin, kissing his cheek.

"Time to go to bed, Five."

"I am 58 years old. I don't need a curfew."

"Your consciousness may be 58, but your body is still a teenager." You stood up. "You of all people should know that, since you monologue about it any chance you get."

He sent you a playful glare, rolling his eyes.

"Point is, you need to sleep, and this is one of the best ways to do it."

Five sighed, but crawled into bed with you following right behind him, no complaints leaving his lips. You leaned over the side of the bed and shut off the lights, snuggling up to your pillow and closing your eyes. Five tried to entertain the idea of going to sleep, closing his eyes a few times until it finally sunk into him that sleep was not going to be possible. And so, he just stared at the ceiling, waiting for you to fall asleep so he could sneak out and try and find something caffeinated. He could just say he went to sleep, it's not like you'd notice it.

However, the longer the two of you laid there, the less and less Five felt compelled to leave. You had gone out of your way to do this for him, and while his siblings had done many similar things before, going to equal, if not more strenuous lengths, this was different. He didn't just want to blow you off. So for your sake, and your sake alone (Five managed to convince himself), he stayed, trying his best to come close to sleep.

There seemed to be no hope for the idea, though. That was until you rolled over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Five felt his body stiffen, his mind unsure of what to do. He wasn't exactly used to affectionate contact, yet, despite months of dating you.

Really, he wasn't used to any contact that wasn't violent.

However, he quickly relaxed, finding that he quite enjoyed the affection. You were warm. Like, a comforting warm. And your skin was soft and radiant, attracting his hands like a magnet as he wrapped his arms around you. Holding you resembled that of a nice spot under the sun on a spring day, and Five was loving every bit of it.

Your breathing was slow and gentle, and he could lightly feel your heartbeat against his chest. It was like a lullaby to him, slowly carrying him off to sleep like a mother's gentle song would an infant.

He held you closer, realizing that at this point, he was cuddling you and you were cuddling back. He had always heard how nice things like cuddling were, but had never cuddled anything besides Dolores, who was a bit uncomfortable if we're being honest. He had to say, he quite liked it.

For the first time in a while, Five's eyes got heavy and his body relaxed as he slowly lost himself to sleep.