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Forget-Me-Not | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x sparrow!fem!reader

wc; 2.1K

warnings: angst 💔

synopsis: The Umbrellas have one rule: Never talk about the Jennifer incident — the day they lost you and Ben.

prompts:

011: “Lie to me.”

017: “Just tell me that you love me! Please…”

a/n: five and reader are the same age as the rest of the sparrows!! so around 30

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There was one rule the Umbrella’s always followed.

Never talk about the Jennifer incident.

The rule was easy to follow. Nobody wanted to talk about it. Nobody wanted to remember the day they lost Ben and you.

That day on 2006 was the day The Umbrella academy truly fell apart. It had already started when Five left four years earlier, but the incident was the real hammer to the glass. When the next year rolled around, and everyone turned 18, they were gone.

They moved on with their lives and moved on with their grief until Five came back. The rule remained even when Five asked what had happened.

Never talk about the Jennifer incident.

No one was quite sure how Five was going to take it. It was obvious how close you and Five had been before he left. But it appeared he already knew when he came back.

He only asked a simple question. “Was she in pain?”

Allison shook her head. “She was already gone.”

That was the most detail any of the siblings would offer to Five. And it seemed that was all the details he needed. They had been shocked to see how well he’d taken in, but it made sense after he explained he’d grieved for years already.

And so they moved on again. They moved on until they moved so far forward that they couldn’t.

“Ben, (Y/N),” Klaus breathed as Luther stepped forward.

“Is that really you guys?” Luther asked.

Five digs his nails into his palms at the mention of your name. Here you were, alive and breathing. Your skin had a lively color to it — the flush of life.

Ben narrows his eyes, and you take a step back from the strangers. Your lips curl into a frown at the sight of them.

“And who are the weirdos on the balcony?” Diego shouts, gesturing to the rest of the people on the stairs.

“They are the sparrows,” Reginald said. “My children.”

Five blinks, turning to his dad. “I’m sorry. What do you mean, your children?” He asked with a fierce gaze. “That’s not possible, old man.”

“Of course it is!” Reginald chides. “I think I’d know, wouldn’t I?”

The rest of the Sparrows join you and Ben in the living room, eyeing them with increasing suspicion.

“Everybody else can see Ben, right?” Klaus checks, pointing to said boy. “And (Y/N)?”

“Cute hat, Sundance,” Ben replied, and Klaus gives him a little tip of the hat.

Five watches as you fix one of the blossoms in your hair, straightening the petals and adding a little more color. Your fingers barely graze the flower, but it springs back to life instantly. Five missed that about you.

“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy,” Reginald starts. “A group of scheming, perfidious malcontents, who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned. They claim to be my spawn.”

“Claim?” Allison questioned, stepping towards the man. “Look, Five, what the hell is going on?”

The said boy frowns. “I don’t know yet, but it’s cornering.”

“Is he telling the truth?” Marcus asked.

“Not the part about us being perfidious,” Vanya said.

“No. We’re amateur-fidious, at best,” Klaus offers.

“But we are his children. This is our house.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Luther affirms. “We uh… we grew up here.”

“Yeah, we grew up here,” Alphonso mocked. You laughed with the rest of The Sparrows, and Five swears he’s never heard something more beautiful. He hasn’t heard that laugh in years.

“I kind of think we could have noticed you,” Sloane said.

“Hi,” Luther beamed. “I’m Luther.”

Sloane gives him a weird look, and Allison steps forward.

“Okay,” Allison finally breaks the silence. “None of you belong here.”

“Oh!” Fei exclaimed. “Well then, I guess, we’ll just pack our bags and move out.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” You said sarcastically.

You even sounded like, Five thought. Of course, that was because you were her. You were the same (Y/N) he dreamed about every night, hoping he wouldn’t wake up.

The cube speaks up next, and you giggle at his comment.

“You slay me, Chris,” Ben said.

Five continues to stare at you, watching the way you move with such grace. The way you cover your mouth when you laugh, the trails of blossoms at your feet, and the sun hitting your face just right. You were always a ray of sunshine to the umbrellas. You were the best of them. Always smiling through the worst of dad, always growing a new plant. He wasn’t surprised to find once you died, the Umbrella Academy fell apart.

“I wasn’t expecting company.” Grace suddenly entered the room, carrying a tray of cookies. “This is the best I could do on short —,” Her voice cuts out, dropping an octave and reminding everyone of what she really was. “Short… short notice.”

“Mom,” Diego said.

“Mom? She’s a robot, you perv,” Jayme snickers.

“It’s not a robot.”

“Hey, don’t you call him that!” Luther shouts.

“Or what?” Ben challenges.

“Come closer and find out.”

“Luther! Guys, chill!” Vanya said.

“Think we’re afraid?” Ben retorts, stepping closer and pushing you behind him. You click your tongue at the action.

“Stand down, Ben,” Marcus commands. “You got thirty seconds to get out of our house,” He said slowly.

“And if we don’t?” Allison countered.

“Then we’ll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.”

“Look, we just fought a literal army,” Vanya reasoned. “Okay? This doesn't need to get ugly. Let’s all just calm down, and let’s talk.”

There's a moment where Five thinks they'll listen, but then Klaus steps forward.

“Psst. Benerino,” Klaus calls out. “You look so much better alive than you do dead. Am I right?” He chuckles. “Except that haircut.”

Ben blinks. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Come on, come on,” Klaus waves his hands, getting dangerously closer to Ben. “Stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy pants. Oh wow, nice scar,” He observed. “Muy macho.”

“Shut your mouth,” Ben seethes.

“You shut your mouth!” Klaus playfully replied before turning to you. “And (Y/N)… oh, we’ve missed your flowers so much.” Your cheeks heat up at his words, taking an awkward step back. “And you grew up to be so beaut—”

Klaus doesn’t have the luxury of finishing his sentence when Ben punches him across the face. He stumbles back, rolling over the coffee table and landing on the floor. Five internally groans at his brother’s stupidity. It was clear neither you nor Ben knew them.

“Hey! What the hell? You didn’t have to do that!” Luther interjects.

Ben glares at him. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I did! He was hitting on my sister.”

“That’s right he did,” Alphonso backed Ben up.

Five shakes out his hands, expecting a fight some time soon, when something grabs at his arm. He looks down to see a small vine wrapping around his arm. He blinks, looking at you with a confused face. You give him a small smile as the vine erupts in deep violet flowers. Five gasps at the action, unsure what to do, and you giggle across the room.

“Hey, get back!” Marcus demands when Luther gets closer.

“Luther, hey!” Vanya tires, but it’s too late because Marcus shoves Luther back, and he takes the first hit. Luther gets a kick to his chest that sends him flying right into Klaus, and they both crash into the couch.

Ben glances at you, and you gesture with your head to the man with the hat. “You take him. I got this one.”

Ben nods, stalking over to the other side of the room, and you roll your shoulders at the boy.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” Five breathed.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, letting your vine retreat.

“I’m Five.”

You tilt your head. “Five years old?”

“No, my name.”

“You use your number as your name?”

“Long story,” He sighs.

“How do you know me?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Where I’m from you died… you’ve been dead for years, (Y/N).”

“Oh,” You said flatly. The flower in your hair begins to wilt, and Five pushes it back behind your ear. You take a step back, and Five mutters an apology. “I’m sorry,” You said.

“It’s not your fault. The Jenni—”

You freeze, turning to him with fearful eyes. “What?” The flower in your hair wilts even more, beginning to rot, and Five swears under his breath.

“You and Ben.”

“How do you know that?” You demand, a rose vine beginning to reach towards Five.

“Because the Jennifer incident killed you.”

The flower in your hair dissolved into dust, and you stare at the ground. The Jennifer Incident.

You and Ben agreed to never speak of that day again. To not even utter the name. The day your lives changed forever.

“We don’t talk about that,” You said.

“I know,” Five replied.

Silence fills the space, and once again, the boy looks at you with all the love in the world. His eyes are misty, hand itching to reach out for yours.

“Were you something to me?”

Five’s lips part, and tears well in his eyes. He didn’t know. You died before he could ever find out, but he knew he wanted to be. And he’d take it from any versions of you he could get. You were older now, but you were still you. You with your bright smile, soft hair, same sweet voice, and flowers following you everywhere.

“I don’t know,” Five answered honestly. “You died before I could ever find out,” He pauses before continuing. “But I know your favorite flower is hibiscuses, and you dream of going to Hawaii because of their unique plant life. I know your favorite color is yellow, and you have a small collection of plants in your bedroom and dream of owning a flower shop.”

You smile, tucking your hair behind your ear and avoiding the warmth in his gaze. “What was I to you, Five?”

He blinks harshly. “Everything.”

You let a flower blossom in your hand. A few stems and leaves form before small blue flowers burst out of the tips. You spruce them up a little more and hand them to Five.

“Forget me not.”

Five takes the flowers with shaky hands, gazing at you with such longing. “Can I ask a favor?”

You nod your head.

“Lie to me,” Five said.

You furrow your brows. “I’m sorry?”

“I’ll leave,” He starts. “We’ll all leave just… tell me that you love me! Please.”

Your face softens at the boy, your heart aching for him. He was heartbroken over you, and all you could offer were some flowers.

You grab his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I love you, Five,” You whisper. “And I know she did too. She always will.”

Five’s eyes slip shut at your touch, and a few tears escape. “Thank you.”

“(Y/N)!” Marcus suddenly screams.

You move your hands in a fluid motion, summoning a bouquet of flowers. You shove them into the boy's hands. “When you figure out what these means, find me.”

You create a vine and use it to grab onto the railing of the staircase before swinging yourself up there, leaving behind a trail of petals.

Five blinks out of the room, stumbling on the pavement and staring at the flowers.

His siblings stumble out right next to him, all bloody and bruised.

“How come you got flowers?” Klaus whines. You used to surprise him with elaborate bouqets every day. He may have even asked if you could grow poppies for a special reason. You had complied.

Diego snatches them from Five’s grip, closely inspecting them. “They’re from (Y/N),” he stated. “Forget me not, pink camellia, pink carnation, baby's breath, and begonia.”

“How do you know that?” Five asked.

Diego chuckles, recalling the times spent where you’d sit with him and teach him all the different flowers to help with his stuttering. “It’s all I had left of her.”

Allison takes them next, inhaling their sweet scent and reminiscing and all the times she spent with you weaving flowers into her hair. Luther snatches them next, thinking about the nights you’d spent making the perfect bouquet for Allison.

Klaus gently pries them from Luther, pressing his face into them. “Oh sweet little, (Y/N).”

Viktor grabs one of the flowers that fall out, twirling it in his hands. “Forget me not.” He thinks back to the flowers you’d give him after every violin rehearsal. You used to always throw petals and clap each time.

“Why’d she give you flowers?” Diego asked.

“She said to find her when I figure out what they mean.”

“Well,” Allison starts. “Let’s find out.”

Five takes the bouquet back from Klaus, frowning at the damaged flowers. He only knew what one meant, but that was enough.

Pink carnation: I’ll never forget you

— END —

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stevespookington · 1 year

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Ted Lasso S3E6, Sunflowers. A friendly match takes the team to Amsterdam, where one night out unlocks truths for many.

Or, from sunflowers to Wilde to Whitman to Van Gogh and back to sunflowers once again.

Her Voice

"Oscar and sunflowers are a valid conjunction because perhaps no figure in history has been associated with a single flower as closely as Oscar Wilde was associated with the sunflower in 1882, when he visited the flower’s native America for the entire year." (Oscar Wilde’s Reception in Kansas and the Sunflower Soirée)

"Manufacturers of household items such as wallpaper, paint, and thread created thousands of business cards depicting Wilde in a variety of poses and postures, typically with sunflowers and lilies, the flowers that became his hallmark — he became known as 'The Sunflower Apostle.'" (The Wilde Woman and the Sunflower Apostle: Oscar Wilde in the United States)

Wilde has been mentioned in relation to Ted Lasso before in this interview with James Lance.

Regarding Oscar Wilde, is there any work of his that you would like to be in, any plays or any of the stories of his or even like a you know biographical thing — anything of his that you would like to to be involved in?

I don’t know — all I know is that the most interesting bit of Oscar Wilde’s material that I’ve read so far is the transcript to the court case, the trial, when he got sentenced. I think his last words were as he was walking out the door, “Is there nothing more I can say,” as he was being shunted downstairs for two years hard labor, which was ultimately kind of a death sentence.

Which is the interview that gave us:

In addition, there is a program of one of Wilde's plays in the Van Gogh Museum.

Theatre programme for Raphaël by Romain Coolus and Salomé by Oscar Wilde (Théâtre de l'Oeuvre, 11 February 1896) in the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam. In Sunflowers, there will be many truths unlocked.

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

No reporters were invited to witness the meeting between Whitman and Wilde. This was a strange choice for two dandyish men who loved self-promotion, but it was a canny one: they would each give separate interviews afterwards, and double the attention they received. In the two hours they’d spent together, both said they’d had a very pleasant time. “One of the first things I said was that I should call him ‘Oscar,’“ Whitman told a reporter afterwards. “’I like that so much,’ he answered, laying his hand on my knee. He seemed to me like a great big, splendid boy.” When Wilde Met Whitman. (and also, A Wilde and Whitman One Night Stand?)

'"Be Curious, Not Judgmental" ― (Not) Walt Whitman. Quoted by Ted during the dart game in season 1.

All is Truth.

In 1888, Vincent Van Gogh wrote of Whitman in a letter, “He sees in the future, and even in the present, a world of healthy, carnal love, strong and frank- of friendship- of work- under the great starlit vault of heaven a something of which after all one can only call God- and eternity in it’s place above this world.” (Traces of Whitman in Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night”)

Sunflowers, study (F377), Oil on canvas, 21 x 27 cm, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

Venus False Sunflower has masses of beautiful yellow daisy flowers with gold eyes at the ends of the stems from early summer to mid fall, which are most effective when planted in groupings. The flowers are excellent for cutting. Its serrated oval leaves remain green in color throughout the season.

Many consider Sundance Kid to be the oldest dwarf sunflower. The small plant reaches a maximum of two feet, and it has semi-double leaves that are red and yellow, with a small brown disc in the middle. Sundance Kid flowers early and is easy to grow. It continues to flower longer than most sunflowers, allowing you to enjoy the beauty they add to your home for a longer time.

“The sunflower is mine in a way.” ― Vincent van Gogh

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso sunflowers #tedpendent #trent crimm #the sunflowers are now queer coded and i coded them #im VERY shaky eyes at all of this #AND they are kansas' state flower #and so much more AH #brain go brrr #the dots are all there im sorta leaving them there to be connected but like cmon look at them #LIKE

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