#aidan gallagher x reader

[hihomeghere]

UGH! Holy crap! You did so well with the Five smut! I love me a good soft dom y/n 🤭😩. So how about a fluff? Five and Y/n are working together at the commission and Five gets injured, he thinks Y/n will just continue fighting because her job is very important to her but as soon as Y/n sees Five in pain she grabs him and rushes him away from the fighting and the bad guys get away. Five's all aloof like "Why would you do that? I know how much your job means to you" and Y/n's bandaging him up and saying "Well maybe you mean more"

Et tu, Brute? | Five Hargreeves / F!Reader

First off, thank you for your kind words! I hope this lives up to what you had imagined! Word Count : 1.2k, a little guy Warnings/Tags : Gore, stabbing, hospital setting, blood, fluff, Aged up!Five, I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters. Tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff, cursing.

“Five!” You yelled, Five felt someone punch his lower back. He turned and swung at the target behind him. His fist connected with the man’s temple, knocking him to his knees. Seriously, a back shot? Why had you been so worried in the first place? He reached back to rub the dull pain on his back when his fingers connected with the handle of a blade. There was a knife in his back. He fought every urge to pull it out, knowing he would be in a worse situation after doing something like that. If he wasn’t so disappointed by his lack of situational awareness skills, he would have laughed. Getting stabbed in the back, really? Where were the 22 senators waiting in the shadows? 

Missions are never this easy, he should have seen the obvious trap. Cornering one target before another sneaks up behind you. You let out a groan of pain as the man’s fist connects with your cheek. You stagger back, your hand covering your cheek. You flipped your hair back, passing a glance at him. Your face immediately fell.

“No!” You yelled, reaching out to him as the knife was pulled out from his back. His legs gave out from under him, his knees smashing against the pavement below him. Just another injury to add to the list. What a stellar partner you are Five. He hung his head, tears pricking in his eyes, hot and heavy as they fell down his cheeks. The target behind him ran, taking his knife with him. You jumped, twirling your body as your foot connected with the target's face. Sending him sprawling onto the pavement. 

He twisted his arm wildly behind him, trying to cover the gushing slimy blood. He had less than five minutes until he bled out, oh the irony of it all. You sprinted over to him, dropping to your knees.

“Fuck!” You hissed as your hand pressed over the hole on his back. Five cried out, bile rising up into his throat. He clamped his jaw shut, keeping any cries and puke in. Millions of tiny needles seemed to be digging into his skin. 

“Can you walk?” Your voice sounded miles away, like you were yelling at him from one side of the Grand Canyon. Your hair had fallen into your face, your wide eyes staring into his. He tried blinking the black spots that filled his vision away.

“Et tu, Brute?” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as Five chuckled to himself. His hearing was slowly going, like he had been plunged underwater. 

“Fuck it.” You grumbled setting the briefcase down in front of you both. No. You wouldn’t. He looked back at one of the targets, still lying on the ground. There was no way you would throw away a mission like this, not for him. He reached out, his cold fingers covering yours.

“No,” he groaned, bile rising up in his throat as the spots returned to his vision.

“Yes.” You said through gritted teeth as you turned to glare at him, “I’m not letting you die here” You said as your sticky red stained hand encased his own. As you clicked open the briefcase, Five succumbed to the darkness.

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The incessant beeping of machines woke Five up. He snapped his eyes open, the bright led lights blinding him momentarily. He sat up, hissing as his back throbbed. No doubt pulling on his stitches.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright.” Your soft voice soothed as your hand covered his shoulder as you gingerly pressed him back down on the bed. 

“What?” He croaked, his throat dry and scratchy.

“You lost a lot of blood so just take it easy, Caesar.” you teased pulling your chair closer to his bed. Tubes were attached to his arms, liquids pumping into his body. 

“How long was I out?” He asked, turning to look at you, you had changed out of your suit. A soft sweater hanging off one of your shoulders, your cheek had a bit of purple bruising. You sighed, shaking your head, a small smile pulling on your lips.

“Already thinking about work?” You breathed, a weak excuse of a distraction.

“Tell me.” He said propping himself up on his elbows, the sharp pull on his stitches making him wince.

“Just two days.” You said as your hands returned to his shoulders, pressing him back against the bed. He relented, rolling his eyes as he laid back down. 

“And the target?” You pursed your lips, smoothing out his blanket. “Y/n.” He furrowed his brows watching you avoid the question. 

“I’m gonna get enough shit from the Handler so can you just-”  You stopped, shaking your head, “Can you just say thanks for saving my life.” You tried to play it off as a joke, but he caught the slight waver in your voice. 

“Why did you let them get away?” Why didn’t you let me die, is what he wanted to ask. It’s not like you owed him any loyalty. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m still not hearing a thank you.” You teased, your gaze raising to meet him.

“Thank you.” He rolled his eyes, sitting in the comfortable silence between the two of you. It was something he could appreciate, knowing neither of you had to say something to fill up the space. You could just be. But the question still nagged at him in the back of his mind, why? Why did you let them get away? You could have easily left Five to bleed out. One of the targets was unconscious in front of you for god's sake. Not to mention this damn place was your life. As much as he hated your undying loyalty, he also admired it. Found some sort of resemblance of himself in you, for Five his siblings pushed him to keep going. His reason to get up everyday, to save them. For you, it was the commission.“I know how much this job means to you.” You narrowed your gaze, tilting your head slightly. A smile began to spread across your face before you looked down at your hands. 

“Maybe you mean more.” You said as you shrugged. Five was sure his heart had stopped beating, but the EKG continued its steady beeping.

“Oh.” He said, unable to think of anything smart to say.

“Can’t have my partner dying on me.” You teased, lightly shoving his shoulder. He sat frozen like an idiot, watching as you stood up brushing your hands off on your pants. “Rest up, now that you’re awake I can’t avoid the Handler any longer.” You rolled your eyes as you leaned against the door to his room. “You owe me for that by the way.” 

“Apparently me being asleep has helped you avoid that witch for longer than you should have. So you owe me.” He said, raising his eyebrows. You crossed your arms, scoffing in false offense. 

“Even on death's doorstep you find a way to be a sarcastic little shit.” You laughed, Five couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. 

“Please, you love it.” He said with a smirk.

“Maybe I do.” You returned his smirk before you walked down the hall and out of sight. 

Five’s usual smugness returned to him in all its glory. He rested his hands behind his head, getting more comfortable in the hospital bed. Maybe getting stabbed had its perks.

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[messers-moony]

Vulnerable | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five finds a girl who flips his world upside down

It was no surprise Five Hargreeves was known as the ‘little boy’ around the academy after being thrown back into his thirteen-year-old body. His siblings always treated him as a younger brother, something he absolutely despised. 

His girlfriend also gave into the teasing, continually calling him the same names his siblings did, which only aggravated him more, but when the words fell from her tongue, it was like sugar. 

When she called him all the classic pet names, which Five had hated initially, it made his face heat up, and his entire body become queasy. His girlfriend was slowly changing his perspective on everything he once hated. 

The male hated video games, but now, he absolutely loves playing them. He also hated spending time with his siblings. Now he hates being away from them for long periods of time. The boy had become so vulnerable, and it would all be thanks to Y/n. 

Once all the Hargreeves siblings and Y/n were together on the couch watching a movie. Halfway through, Five became unbearably sleepy. Subconsciously he cuddled up on the female's side and fell asleep, leaving his siblings in complete awe at their now ‘soft’ younger brother. 

It’d be a lie that the siblings didn’t think Y/n had some form of power or potion to make their stubborn, grumpy little brother so soft and vulnerable. It turns out; she never had any form of power or tincture, just a boy who loved her with everything he had. 

Other times they’d be out just to leave the house, and Five would always hold the door open for her, holding her hand, arm around her waist, subtle things. 

The night was dark, making the stars shine like a flashlight in the night sky. Five sat at his desk while his girlfriend read a book with her glasses laid lazily on her nose. 

This wasn’t an unknown occurrence. Both significant others had their hobbies or jobs, and they both respected that. Y/n made sure to know boundaries just as well as Five did. 

But eventually, Five couldn’t take it anymore and struggled up from his desk. Dropping onto his twin bed beside his lover, and gently laid his head onto her thighs. 

Absentmindedly her hand went from her side into the brunette's hair leading him to lean into her touch. He laid in a ball with his head on his lover's lap while she massaged his head. 

Gently she put her book down on the nightstand, “ Love? “ A gentle voice asked as her other hand rubbed his side. 

“ Mm? “ Humming in response as he couldn’t form words, “ You alright? “ Y/n quizzed as her hands pulled the boy to sleep. 

Five nodded in response, “ Just tired. “ Five-spoke once he could form words, “ You know when we first got together, I never thought we’d be here. “ Y/n announced, making Five visibly furrow his eyebrows confused. 

Y/n let out a small laugh, “ I mean, when we first got together, I could barely kiss you, and now here you are curled up on my lap. “ 

“ You made me this way. “ Five groaned as he nuzzled into her lap further, “ Good. I’m glad. “ Y/n responded. 

Without another word, Five fell asleep, a dreamless one, a nightmare less one. Y/n let out a quiet chuckle at the now sleeping male and reached for her book to keep reading. 

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[sunnylands-world]

as someone who also thinks aidan deserves more apprietiation, can you do one where the reader has really cold hand all the time and he has to warm them up? orrr same cold handed reader suddenly has warm hands and he's like ".....wtF?! warming your hand was MY job dummy 🙄😥...wait who did it for you?!"

Lover's hands

Pairing: Aidan x fem reader

Summary: Aidan's out of town and he's expecting to come back and find everything just the way it was before but when he comes back he walks in on his worst nightmare, you replacing him…

Word count: 711

Warning: jealous Aidan, weird coworkers, reader has cold hands

Universe: celebrity

A/n: sorry for the wait hope you like it though

Nice thought, reblogs, and inboxing is appreciated and motivational ❤️

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The winter was extremely cold and you were glad you had Aidan to keep you warm in more than one way. Whether it was kisses on your forehead from his warm lips as the air blew or hugs when you stood in places long or simply his hand holding yours to keep your fingers from becoming popsicles. he'd scolded you about forgetting your gloves but you still did, partially by accident and partially on purpose.

Something about his hand in yours as the sky rained snowflakes and the ground covered in a light coat of fluffy white Ice.

He'd been gone for a bit so your hands began to chill till you blew puffs of air against them.

It wasn't until your friend Matt from work offered you his hand teaching you a method to keep them warm. It was a foreign feeling having someone else keep your small hands warm because that was just… Aidan's thing.

When Aidan did finally come back he spotted you with Matt planning to surprise you. Aidan had a…neutral relationship with him. He didn't like him but tolerated him nevertheless because you worked with him and nothing he felt was worth you losing your job because you loved working at the small coffee shop. Matt was very flirty with you and Aidan noticed, even if you didn't.

For some reason you had self doubts no matter how many times Aidan tried to show you how he saw you through his eyes. As Aidan stepped closer he noticed your hands resting in Matt's as he gave you a grin, his blue eyes sparkling with mischievousness and his smile didn't seem as sweet as he tried to make it look… or maybe he was just jealous.

Aidan didn't exactly tell you that he admired his fingers being laced with yours but he'd hoped his slight squeezes and circle rubs meant something to you. He tried to mask his anger and hurt as he walked over making you smile and jump into him for a hug. He hugged you back thinking of what to say as you loosen your hold on him.

"You and Matt having fun?" he asked sarcastically, his voice dripping with jealousy

Great job Aidan.

Before words even got out from you Matt interjected.

"Yeah! isn't that right sunshine?" He said to you more than Aidan pressing a kiss to your cold hand. Aidan clenched his jaw

"I was teaching her a technique to keep her tiny little hands warm. She said you usually keep them warm but you weren't here, poor baby…so I taught her another way!" He grinned. Aidan looked over to you seeing your eyes filled with worry…or was it guilt.

"I think that's enough, I'll take it from here," Aidan said, reaching his hand out for yours. You nodded timidly, standing to your feet but matt locked his fingers with yours stopping you from leaving fully.

"Matt let go of my girlfriend's hand…now," Aidan urged but Matt ignored him, looking in your direction.

"Do you wanna go sunshine?" He asked, giving you puppy eyes but you nodded with a firm yes.

He let go still staring to the point where it turned creepy as Aidan walked you out of the store, his hand tucking yours and his in his coat pocket.

"So I see you and Matt were getting quite comfortable with each other," he announced.

"He's my co-worker Aidan."

"Yeah because people hold hands with their coworkers all the time!" He said, rolling his eyes.

"Aidan, are you upset I let matt keep my hands warm?" You teased, on the verge of laughter.

"Okay, Yes I was jealous! but that's my thing! it makes me feel like I'm showing you the small things you know? Caring if you're cold and what not," he confirmed. You giggled, making a slight smile pull at the corner of Aidan's lips.

"Aidan, I know you care about the little things which is why you're the one I trust with everything. And for the record Matt is a terrible hand warmer. I prefer my boyfriend's way," you said, looking forward.

Aidan smiled letting out a sigh, he didn't know why he was worried about it when he knew in the end you'd always choose him.

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[soolarity]

Five Hargreeves SFW Alphabet

Five Hargreeves x gn!Reader - 5.6k words

Warnings: general spoilers for season 3, mild violence, food mentions, pretty angsty stuff five went through

Summary: An alphabetic collection of Five Hargreeves headcanons before, during, and after the apocalypse with you.

Here's my Masterlist!

A/n: Another work in the same month?? what a shock! This is sort of redemption for the sheer angst of my first five fic; out of time. I had so much fun writing this! But I’m also drained because holy fuck it’s a lot of headcanons. If you do want to know more headcanons though about five, feel free to send a request or an ask in my inbox! I’ll be more than happy to write short Five headcanons because he’s just so fun to write. Anyways, enjoy and please leave comments<3

A – Affection

“how do they give or show affection?”

He would definitely be closed off and distant at first and especially around other people. It would take a long while, possibly even years to gain his affection. But once he does, he shows it through acts of service, small yet still important. Maybe he’d make you another cup of coffee or your preferred beverage, or he’d remember small details and interests about you that he’d bring up later on. He would also bring with souvenirs from wherever he goes, pushing it into your hands and grumbling that he had it and didn’t want it even though he actually bought it specifically for you. Behind doors, he would occasionally show physical affection especially when he’s stressed or jittery and needs someone to ground him to reality.

B – Beauty

“what would they find beautiful in their s/o?”

He would definitely find intellect beautiful. It doesn’t matter if you’re academically gifted or more street smarts, he would just love an s/o that is smart and knowledgeable about their passions even if it didn’t exactly align with his. Although he would appreciate it if he had someone to talk and debate about math equations and physics to, he also appreciates someone who listens to him madly rambling and add input into his ideas, no matter how relevant or not.

C – Comfort

“how would they comfort them? how would they like to be comforted?”

Five spent his entire childhood homeschooled in the academy and his adulthood in the isolating apocalypse so needless to say his empathy and comforting skills aren’t the greatest. He would be a listener, maybe not the best because he would interrupt to give (well-meant) solutions to your problems. He wouldn’t know how to act through physical comfort at first, instead he’d hover around you and sit beside you like a cat. After a long, long while he would be open to hugs but you’d usually have to initiate it. He’d grumble about how your tears would ruin his shirt but he doesn’t move away.

would have a hard time accepting comfort from others at first since he had to basically deal with the apocalypse by himself for more than 40 years and then the whole commission spiel. He gets antsy with any kind acts at first, expecting it to be fueled by a deeper nefarious motive. Once he does actually accept comfort, he’d appreciate someone who listens to him earnestly because most of the things he says sounds surreal to other people and he isn’t often taken seriously. He would be averse to physical comfort at first, nearly going to fight mode the first time he receives a hug, but later on he wouldn’t mind a hand on his shoulder or in his own hand, especially during difficult apocalypse flashbacks because it grounds him to reality.

D - Dance

“do they like to dance? how would they dance?”

Five would absolutely know how to dance, after all, Reginald forced them to learn how to formally dance in their rigorous training. Would he like to dance though? Definitely not sober, he’d have to at least be halfway through blackout drunk to even consider dancing. Or at the end of the world, seeing as how he had both at Sloane and Luther’s wedding. Once he has enough liquor in his system to make a regular person barely upright, he’d be pulling out the moves left and right. 50’s rock n’ roll, salsa, waltz, you call it he’ll dance it. Well, before he throws up from dizziness and passes out in an elevator. Outside of drunk dancing, I think he’d only dance if it’s required in the mission to blend in with the crowd or if he truly feels safe and in a sappy mood, he’d slowly sway with you once the apocalypse is finally over and his family and you are safe.

E - Excitement

“how do they act when they’re excited?”

He would vibrate at a volatile speed and a single poke to him would send him bouncing around the walls—I’m kidding. He would definitely be jittery though, bouncing his leg nonstop and grinning happily that’s slightly also unnerving due to the menacing glint in his eyes. He had lost hope countless of times during the apocalypse so he learned to stop hoping and being excited, but once he could finally be excited about something, he would stop at nothing to achieve it.

F – Future

“what are their plans in the future?”

13-year-old him would have probably planned to successfully implement time travel and become the world’s greatest professor or physicist in a prestigious university but 58-year-old Five wants nothing more than to retire. For the past 41 years, his future plans had just been to survive, figure out the equation, and go back home, he didn’t think about the rest. Now once the apocalypse is finally resolved, he’d plan to retire from it all. He’d love to travel around and do road trips with you while also nagging every time about any inconvenience like an old man (because he is). He doesn’t see himself settling down and having a child, mostly because he think’s he’s quite old to have a child and the unresolved family trauma still haunts him every time. He wouldn’t mind getting married, he’d love the tax benefits. Maybe the two of you would be the constantly traveling relatives of Claire, giving her cool presents and souvenirs from your travels together. And after a year of travelling around the world, he would want a suburban house with a picket fence and a nice wide garden. He’d have a field day gardening, planting flowers, and maybe even building a koi pond in the corner.

G – Gifts

“what gifts would they give you?”

He’d give you things you randomly said you needed or wanted some days ago and hand it over to you without a word. It could be a hobby gift or a handy item for your job or maybe something related to your interests. He’d also give you things that he likes and just pass it off as a gift even though he’d probably use it more than you would. He would also gift you acts of service like teleporting to get an item you missed or doing a chore you’ve been procrastinating to do without you asking.

H – Hold

“how would they hold you? how would they like to be held?”

He usually keeps his distance towards others, respecting their boundaries and at minimum only touching them to push or pull them in a certain direction out of frustration. He had done a lot of fucked up shit with his hands so he isn’t the type to give pats or hugs in affection. Although a scenario where he would be most likely to hold you would be if either of you were in a near-death encounter. It can be almost getting shot by commission agents or the impending apocalypse but he would roam over you with his hands, checking frantically for any injuries before holding you desperately. He’d grasp the back of your shirt tightly and slump over you in relief and desperation that you were alive and whole. After retiring from the apocalypse, there would be more fleeting touches such as a brush of hands or a protective hand on your back.

As to how he would like to be held, he definitely wouldn’t want to be treated like fragile glass. He’s a 58-year-old assassin, he doesn’t need pity or caution (or at least that’s what he’d say). Five would appreciate a solid hold, one that isn’t hesitant or scared that they might break him into pieces. He wants someone to hold him together and tether him to the ground on the occasion he jumps too far. He’d appreciate hand holding and the occasional hug when things get too much. As for cuddling, Five doesn’t have the time to cuddle in the midst of the apocalypse, but after successfully retiring without another apocalypse or the Commission hunting him down he’d be more open to the idea. The years of isolation definitely made him touch starved so the first time the two of you cuddled he’d toss and turn to adjust to the new sensation of being held. He’d like to be the big spoon but when he gets nightmares (which are frequent) he secretly craves to be the little spoon. He’d also cling to your side like a koala in his sleep with his face in the crook of your neck but vehemently denies cuddling you once he wakes up.

I – Ideal

“what’s their ideal date like?”

Due to the apocalypse, he has no time to consider planning any dates with an s/o, but after he retires, he would plan a simple yet cheesy dinner date under candle light. He doesn’t have much ideas about dating and courting due to being stuck in the apocalypse since the start of his teenagerhood but he distantly remembers having small dinner dates with his previous wife Delores whenever he’d scavenged a particularly good wine or food in the rubble. Now that he’s with you, he’d definitely struggle a bit with the whole dating thing but just give him a nudge in the right direction and he would quickly pick it up. He'd like private dates such as dinners or movie marathons at home to catch up on all the media he couldn’t enjoy before. He would be less open to public dates such as museum dates or zoo outings or pottery and painting classes, since he would always be hypervigilant and on the look out for any Commission goons despite being retired, or he’d pick a fight with the museum curator or art instructor. It's a flaw he works to fix but Five feels most at ease with only you in the safety of your home.  

J – jealousy

“do they get jealous easily?”

Five would have an immense amount of trust for his s/o to the point where he’d consider you his close confidant, best friend, and partner, so he wouldn’t get jealous easily. He trusts that whoever you interact with that it’s just platonic and just in case the other person did indeed have other motives such as flirting with your or something, he would trust you to put a stop to it or walk away from it. If by chance you were oblivious to the other person’s advances, he would step in civilly and bluntly tell the other person that you’re taken, not out of jealousy but more out of concern for your safety. If by the smallest chances you actually flirt back (which is a dumb decision honestly) he would just immediately cut to the chase and tell you ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ Depending on whether it was just your accidental over friendliness or something other he would either tell you that he didn’t like it and it seemed like you were actually interested in the other person or he would break the relationship with you if you weren’t actually faithful to him.

K – Kisses

“how would they kiss you? how frequently?”

Five isn’t really comfortable with PDA so kisses weren’t frequent, especially with the threat of the apocalypse onto them. At most he’d kiss your temple or forehead quickly as a habit before turning back to whatever equations he’d be solving. Although if Five was drunk, that was a completely different story. Five is an unpredictable drunk, but most often than not he’d toss all of his pride out of the window and show affection openly to you even in front of all of his siblings. Behind closed doors, he would be more comfortable kissing you. He’d be fond of temple and forehead kisses or if you were taller than him, he would do hand kisses, especially on your palms if he was feeling extra sentimental (which was a rare occurrence).

As for you kissing him, he would turn tomato red if you ever tried to kiss him in front of others and grumble or yell in embarrassment. Don’t take it to heart though, as much as he’d love to keep up his cold and unaffectionate act around others, he’d melt into a puddle when no one’s looking.

L - Love language

“how would they show that they love you? what love language do they enjoy to receive?”

Five’s language would be acts of service. Usually, he considers his time very precious and he always tries to make the most out of everything, discarding anything else that wasn’t relevant to his mission. For you though he would take time out of his day to check up on you and your well-being, especially in grueling times like running from an apocalypse. He’d also use his powers to fetch items for you and always arrive on time whenever you asked.

For receiving love language, he likes it when you spend quality time with him. It doesn’t matter if its brainstorming the next plan or frantically scribbling formulas on walls or drinking coffee in the morning in the kitchen. Five really treasures small quiet moments where there is nothing he can do but sit down with you and accompany each other in silence or soft conversation. It’s a rare break from the bumbling chaotic tornado that was his family.

M - Melt

“what are the things you do that makes them melt?”

He’s a tough person to get through and crack, but one thing that makes him melt every time is watching you fight. The reason why he would have you as an s/o in the first place is because he trusts you enough with his secrets, his heart, and his mind. He is constantly worrying about whether his family was alive or not and whether they could live beyond a few days, so seeing you fight and defend yourself puts his mind at ease and reassures him that he chose the right person to trust. Five also melts whenever he sees you interact with anyone of his siblings, whether you’re entertaining Klaus’ insane tangents, bond with Luther over his records collection or softly chatting with Viktor about anything, he adores it when you get along with his siblings and he definitely sees you as a part of the umbrella family now.

Another much more niche sight that makes his cold walls fall down and his insides uncharacteristically gooey is watching you stand in front a wall full of complex equations with your back turned from him. He doesn’t know specifically why the sight of you frowning in confusion at the lines of numbers affected him much but it took him a while to recover and stop looking at you with adoration. Although you might have not understood the complex formulas he’s written out, you try as you roam your eyes throughout the whole surface. It was like as if he exposed his entire heart and mind to you in a tangled-up ball of equations and you’re trying to untangle it, which made it even more complicated and caught you within the threads. Five often thinks back to it with a fond smile before frowning again once Klaus asks him what he’s smiling about.  

N – Nickname

“what would they call you? what would they like to be called?”

Five has always been blunt in refusing any other name ever since Grace gave them ‘regular’ names when they were children. For some reason Five sticked to him and he refused to change it. He wasn’t even that hung up on the whole ranking system either, he couldn’t care less who was the leader or number 1 among them. Five just had a certain ring to it. So, he’d be generally opposed to any over-the-top nicknames like ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ and hearing ‘darling’ gives him flashbacks to the Handler and he’d rather not relive the things that woman did to him. He unwillingly has nicknames from Klaus, always unamused at whatever new name the séance would create for him. Although after a long time of being with him and possibly in retirement he wouldn’t mind ‘honey’ or ‘hon’. It was sweet but not overly and he responded to it whenever you say it from a room in your shared home. Once though when you accidentally slipped up and called him honey in front of his siblings his ears turned firetruck red in embarrassment but teleported to you nevertheless. Allison and Lila never let him live it down.

O – Obvious

“how obvious would they make their love for you?”

To the untrained eye, it was subtle, almost silent. He’d casually brush arms with you or hand you an item when you asked. He’d steal glances at you but he was a trained assassin so he was sneaky. To his siblings who know him and his habits well though, it is more obvious than Five would like it to be. Diego would catch Five’s eyes sometimes lingering a bit longer than usual on you. Viktor often saw Five prepare coffee exactly for two people. Lila once barged in a room searching for Stanley to catch the two of you talking in soft voices and softer looks, she had never once seen Five so un-hostile before. The entire family watched in a mix of fondness, shock, and slight disgust (lovingly) as Five became softer and more considerate around you.

P – Pets

“would they want pets? what pets would they have?”

Five hasn’t really though about adopting a pet before because he was so preoccupied with apocalypse after apocalypse after another apocalypse. When he finally retires though, having a pet wouldn’t be his top priority but he wouldn’t be entirely against it either. He would be the type to have unusual pets such as reptiles or maybe fish (although with Carmichael, maybe not fish). In the comics, Five has a small dog named Mr. Pennycrumb so he would most likely adopt a small dog, maybe a senior dog, and it would be the exact opposite of Five. There’s just something about seeing Five, the greatest assassin in the entire timeline, with a tiny hyperactive dog that couldn’t weigh more than 18 pounds. He is neutral towards animals but he would absolutely have a soft spot for Mr. Pennycrumb and let him run around his garden even though a flower will be uprooted by the excited tornado that is Mr. Pennycrumb. Five would carry Mr. Pennycrumb often and reluctantly let him back to the ground once he realized he needed his hands to do something. A favorite past time of Mr. Pennycrumb and Five is teleport-chase where Mr. Pennycrumb would chase Five as he teleports around the house until the both of them wear each other out.

The Hargreeves family would definitely get whiplash when you bring Mr. Pennycrumb to any holiday family gatherings. Klaus would rub his eyes repeatedly, questioning whether the dog was real or another hallucination, Luther first thought it was a stray dog that randomly waltzed into the mansion and try to adopt Mr. Pennycrumb before being heavily threatened by Five. Allison would just stare in shock while Claire would adore Mr. Pennycrumb, spoiling the dog with endless pets and belly rubs.

Q – Quiet

“how are quiet moments with them?”

Quiet moments are rare when all Hargreeves siblings are gathered together, some mischief or argument would always spiral into a rambunctious event. Fortunately, Five had the power to teleport anywhere he pleases which made it much easier to sneak away from Diego and Klaus fighting over a donut and into a much calmer place. If it was outside, you and Five would sit beside each other in silence, he would drink in his surroundings, bask at the intact buildings and sulfur-free blue sky, and mostly you, alive and breathing. Indoors, he would have some sort of physical contact with you, whether it be a hug, holding hands, or laying his head on your lap. Your presence away from other prying eyes made Five more relaxed and less likely to bounce around and wear himself out by thinking too much about everything. Your scent and your touch would silence every anxious intrusive thought that dared to interrupt his moment of peace.

R – Romantic

“how romantic are they?”

Five isn’t a romantic, he doesn’t know shit about modern dating and pet names and PDA, the closest he’s ever had to romance was his previous wife Delores but she was a coping mechanism he formed to keep himself from going insane in the apocalypse, and she was a mannequin. So, Five isn’t the most romantic, sappy, sentimental person, that title goes to Luther, but he when he loves, he loves the deepest and most intensely. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone for you, hell he won’t hesitate to die for you. When Five Hargreeves loves, he loves them with everything he has, even if it meant little to nothing but himself and his weary hands. He would risk everything to make sure you’re alive and safe and he wouldn’t know how to function if something happened to you. Although he isn’t the most perfect romantic partner, he would get the sun and moon and every star in the sky for the person he loves.

S – Safe

“how safe would they feel around you?”

Five was overly cautious to the point of being almost paranoid constantly and for a good reason. He had to fight ever since he was a child and endure the tortuous training from Reginald, survive by himself in an apocalypse for the other half of his life, then kill for a shady organization he had no choice but to join in. Now he was back with his family but constantly under threat of some sort of apocalypse and the Commission at the same time, he hadn’t had a second to relax and feel safe. Whenever Five was around you, as much as he’d like to say he’s comfortable around you, there is always a part of his mind overworking in the background for any threats or surprises. It would take him a while after the apocalypse to fully relax, but luckily with you by his side, he willed himself to ease into life without constantly looking behind him for a bullet or a knife. He would feel safe whenever your hand is in his, giving him comfort despite running away from enemies. He would feel safe when your arms are around him, fully trusting you not to stab him in the back like so many others did before. He would feel safe together with you in your shared home with Mr. Pennycrumb after the apocalypse. It almost felt too good to be true, almost like a dream or a figment of his imagination before you’d show him it was reality by squeezing his hand and pecking his cheek.

T – Take care

“how would they take care of you if you’re injured or sick? how would you take care of them?”

He’d immediately nag you about not taking care of yourself, which is bold considering he has been running for 45 years on nothing but caffeine, adrenaline, and sheer spite. He’d immediately wrestle you to bed, confining you until you get better and you know that there’s no way you could sneak out of the door without him immediately teleporting in front of you and bringing you back to bed arrest. Five would rush immediately to patch you up or place a cooling towel on your forehead. Even though his actions might be a bit rough, the concern and care bleeds through his actions and you don’t mind if he dabs antiseptic a little bit too hard or if he covers you with a blanket a little bit too tightly.

Due to the Hargreeves’ enhanced physiology, they rarely get sick. Oftentimes it would only be a small cough that would last less than a day but once a year they fall with the worst cold known to man. Five has it the worst, especially with how the stubbornly pushes himself to the limit until his eventual crash and burn. It would be difficult to take care of Five, he constantly tries to teleport himself out of bed until he falls from exhaustion. Luckily in retirement he has all the time in the world to recover and heal, even though you have to remind him more often than not. As a child he was picky with food whenever he was sick, often being forced to eat Grace’s chicken soup after numerous futile attempts to reject it. Now with you, Five eats whatever soup you make without hesitation, thankful that he had you to take care of himself even though he found it hard sometimes to accept it. Five would be torn in being extra clingy and wanting to cuddle with you and wanting to stay 50 miles away from you because he’d be scared that you’d catch the cold that he had and also become sick because of him. Until eventually he gives in and surrenders to the cuddling (you fall ill after a few days like how he predicted and he returns the favor of nursing you back to health).

U – Unique

“what is a trait that is unique to them?”

He is an absolute neat freak. He loves having all of his items in order and would dust everything until not a single spec of dust was left. When the Hargreeves’ visited your shared home (much to Five’s dismay), they were impressed by the sheer cleanliness and organization of the place, almost resembling an Ikea display house more than an actual lived-in home. Ever since Five was a child he was one if not the most organized of the umbrella children. His childhood room was immaculate every time, not even a single physics text book out of place. You would have assumed for it to be an adult’s room if it weren’t for the toy airplane model hung on the ceiling and the small twin sized bed. Since the apocalypse, his cleaning habits have gone to possibly concerning levels. He had to survive in a desolate apocalypse, anything sanitary or clean of rubble was a luxury Five rarely encountered. So, once he was able to retire with you and have his own home, he made sure to take care of everything and never once take the intact house for granted. The only times Five would be caught with scattered items or a messy environment was when he was under extreme stress. Five would be too preoccupied in stopping the apocalypse to care about cleaning any mess and would just start scribbling on the walls frantically. Luckily you picked up on the habit and only stocked up on washable or whiteboard markers in your home, just in case Five needed to go on another math marathon.

W – Wish

“what is their greatest wish?”

Five’s greatest wish is for his family to live long, healthy, and happy lives. It was what kept him going through all those years, to have the opportunity to warn his siblings about the future and save them from their deaths. As much as he loves to complain about his brothers or roll his eyes at his sister, he would sacrifice anything for them, and he technically already did. Five’s survival instincts were held together by the glue that was the thoughts of his family, it had been a long 41 years and it would be more than impressive if he hadn’t thought about giving up at least once, but he kept on running back against the tide of time to save the ones he loves.

X – Xmas

“how would they spend their holidays with you?”

Five’s memory of his childhood was foggy, it was impressive he even remembered bits and pieces of it considering his age and the trauma from his childhood, but Five never once remembered celebrating Christmas as a child in the Umbrella Academy. Reginald was a man (or monster) of logic and thought that holidays based off of religion and culture was unnecessary and stupid so he just remembered spending Decembers with his siblings looking wistfully at strangers decorating across the street or walking with gifts in hand.

In the apocalypse, Five had no reason to celebrate holidays, he barely even knew what day it was half of the time. He tried to keep track of time through clocks and calendars but no other calendars went beyond 2019 and most clocks were broken or eventually stopped working. Five didn’t want to waste resources celebrating alone in the apocalypse, so he eventually forgot of it entirely.

After retiring, Five had to adjust to normal life again, but not alone. You had introduced him to celebrating milestones and holidays. You made hot coco (although Five found it too sweet and swapped it out with coffee with a festive whipped cream), you watched cheesy hallmark movies, and you decorated your home. You had also convinced the Hargreeves siblings to arrange another gathering despite the horrors that might unleash having all Hargreeves siblings in the same place once more. Five and you were finally the ones decorating their house across the street and walking home with heavy bags filled to the brim with gifts. Five surprisingly was an amazing gift giver. He had a talent in knowing exactly what the other person wished for, whether the gift was an item said in a passing conversation or something useful to them. In the celebration Five was lovingly suffocated (Five’s wording) by his siblings for his gifts and most importantly his presence that brought the group together as a family.

Y – Yearn

“what do they do when they miss you?”

Five was bitterly familiar with the feeling of yearning, he had a whole 45 years to be friends with it in the apocalypse and in the Commission. He had a love-hate relationship with it, if you will. With that many years of yearning for his family and his past, Five had developed a system to overcome it. Was it a healthy one? Probably not. He would toss himself into his work, figuring out equations or assassinating targets to distract himself from the aching pain of longing. For you, Five surprisingly hasn’t had much opportunities to yearn yet. Although Five doesn’t look like he’s clingy, he most definitely is. Wherever you are, he also appears. He cannot be further than a 4-meter distance away from you. When in the rare case that he is, he tosses his entire focus onto his work and his mission again, frantically finding the quickest way back to you. Once you finally return from what you had to go to, he’d visibly slump in relief. He would casually ask you how it went before checking if you had been injured in any way, but internally he would be so relieved that he wouldn’t have to yearn for you to come back because you were back and you were with him.

Z – Zzz

“how do they sleep?”

He has two sleep modes, A. He sleeps with basically his eyes open and even the smallest noise will immediately send him to fight or flight mode, or B. He sleeps like an old man and is dead to the world until 6am when he punctually wakes up every single time.

The first sleeping habit wasn’t fully there during his academy training childhood but it fully hammered into him once he worked as the Commission’s temporal assassin. He had to be ready at any moment and never let his guard slip, but if often lead him to be more worn out and tired. In his more youthful days, he would’ve turned sloppy and could have been almost overpowered by his opponent, but now he has trained himself to work with even the smallest amount of energy just for survival.

The second sleeping habit was from when he was truly a child, before the grueling missions and training. He was always the last of the siblings to wake up and would have been the last ones to arrive at the table if it wasn’t for his teleportation abilities. After retiring it would take him a while but eventually, he started sleeping like that again. He could finally rest easy with him clinging onto you like a koala and not be woken even by Luther’s heavy footsteps. His habit of waking up precisely at 6am came from his age, (well mental not physical) he woke up exactly at the same time the sun rose.

Although he was an insomniac due to going for days without sleep to try and stop the apocalypse, now that he was retired, he had no reason to skip sleep, he had all the time in the world. He also surprisingly isn’t a night person despite his insomnia, he would much rather sleep at 9pm after reading for a bit and wake up bright and early (which is very old man of him). If you were a morning person, he’d spend a few minutes in bed with you, basking at the new sunshine before shuffling the both of you to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. If you weren’t a morning person, he would wake up first and stare at your sleeping self with so much love and adoration that Five would rather die than be caught in the act. You would wake up to an empty bed in slight panic but the smell of pancakes and the clanking of pans in the kitchen would quell your anxieties as you go to the kitchen to greet a cooking Five good morning. :)

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Ooh hcs for a jealous and possessive Five

This turned more into headcanons for an overly protective Five than anything else, so I'm sorry about that 😅

Five Hargreeves when he's jealous

Warnings: slightly insecure Five, over protectiveness, jealousy/possessiveness, swearing, slight nsfw near the end

Five can get over protective fairly easy, and more often than he'd like to admit

It's not that he doesn't trust you, per say; he's just so used to the painful feeling of having someone he loves ripped away from him that he kind of expects it to happen again with you

However, he's not one to be overly sentimental unless he's drunk so he typically masks these deeper feelings and emotions with being overly jealous and pretty possessive as well

He won't deliberately talk shit about someone (not to their face, at least) or try to mess with one of your friendships on purpose, but he does want to have at least a brief run down on who you're hanging out with

He worries a lot more than he should, especially after what happened with Leonard/Harold. He would never want you to be hurt or betrayed by someone who you trusted and thought cared about you

He just really loves you and wants to keep you safe, always </3

A lot of the time his over protectiveness can come off as jealousy and being possessive over you, and while that is sometimes the case you know he just does it because he cares

When he's truly possessive over you/jealous of someone, it definitely shows

An arm on the small of your back or around your waist, biting passive aggressive comments, an intentionally mean glint in his eyes- these are all things he does in order to let the other person know you're his and he's yours, and they'd better back off if they know what's good for them

Five doesn't feel the need to do those things unless either a) you're uncomfortable by someone's advances or b) whoever's hitting on you just can't take a fucking hint and respectfully decide to leave you alone

If you're flirting with someone on purpose in order to get his attention, he'll have a much different approach

Like I said before, he trusts you, and knows you'd never let it get too far, so it's pretty easy for him to tell when you're just trying to tick him off

He'll let it go on for a little while, watching from a distance, then finally intervene when he can't take your teasing any longer

Once he's whisked you away to a more private area, he has no problem showing you just who you belong to

Expect several bite and scratch marks, hickeys, and bruises on at least you (although he'd certainly appreciate it if you shared his sentiment and left some on him as well)

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[that-one-banger-of-a-rhcp-song]

just a dream i had, but pretend its over text...Aidan Gallagher x Y/N

Y/n: Hey, remember in eighth grade the day you asked me to the dance?

Aidan:...yes?

Y/N: and remember how when i was in home ec, i had made chocolate chip cookies?

aidan: i know where this is going :D

y/n: and i burst into your fourth period, grabbed you face and said 'i just really wanted you to try this because its a better recipe than anything i've ever made" and handed you a cookie

aidan: and than mrs. jackson ran in behind you and said "Y/N! you KNOW giving another student something you made in my class is against school rules!!"

y/n: and you shoved the cookie in your mouth so she couldn't take it

aidan: so we both got refferals and couldnt go to the dance

y/n: but we snuck in anyway and after we slow danced we kissed

aidan: and mr. loomis cheered and then mrs thomas kicked us out

y/n: so we just walked to that cheap bowling alley downtown

aidan: and you instantly got a strike so i bought vegan milkshakes

y/n: best. date. EVER.

edit: imma make this my first real fic

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[yynumaki]

hey, im new to tumblr and i didn't that there was a request section on a persons profile so i commented a request, sorry about that lol. but maybe aidan gallagher x reader where they have anxiety and really dont like loud rooms/too many people and one day the two are on a date and she asks to go outside bc its to loud and they go outside where she starts crying and apologizing for always being so antisocial? really just fluff and socially anxious reader? you dont have to if you dont want to, thanks! :)

A/N:Thanks for the req, sorry if I cant meet your expectations, I'm pretty busy lately but hope you enjoy. Also welcome to tumblr 🥳

Everything was supposed to be perfect.

Aidan asked you out on a date on the new restaurant that just opened up a few weeks ago; Apparently its already getting hundreds of amazing reviews by the second, so he decided to get a table reserved there for the both of you to celebrate your 3rd year anniversary.

You've picked out the perfect dress, the perfect shoes, and you woke up with glowing skin which just added the cheery on top.

Though the only problem was, you didn't think there'd be this much people here.

You felt like everyone was staring at you, that everyone was judging you, but in reality they were all just minding their own business.

You were punching yourself because you were feeling it all over again, the sweatiness, the shaking, the heavy breathing. You felt spiralled.

“Hey..” Aidan asked calmly, “Are you feeling ok love?”

“Yeah—” you said in a hush tone.

Before he could even say another word you felt the room and everyone's eyes closing in on you.

“Sorry” you whispered before rushing out

Aidan spared no second thought and rushed out to catch you. When he exited the restaurant, he saw you walking away quickly while holding your arms shakily as you cried, he caught up to you fairly fast.

“Y/n” he yelled, loud enough for you to hear but not so loud that he'd get the attention of others.

You faced him, lips shaking, your cheeks soaked with tears, and your mascara smudged.

He gently held your arms as his eyes was filled with worry.

“What happened?” he asked,

“Im sorry—” you said as tears were starting to brim your eyes once more, “Im so sorry, I'm so sorry....” you continued as he hugged you.

“It was all supposed to be perfect” you held him tighter, gripping his waist to hold him closer.

“Its not tour fault sweetheart ” he hushed, lightly pulling away from your hug to wipe your stained cheeks, “Your anxiety just got the best of you, but its not your fault, I should've booked a restaurant that had kore privacy ” he sighed.

“No Aidan” you responded, “You were so thoughtful for what you did, its just that I wish I didn't have this mental stuff” you sniffed, “It keeps ruining things”

“Dont blame yourself” he quickly responded in a serious yet calm manner, “Never blame yourself, you hear me?”

You nodded as he kissed your forehead and walked you to your car.

The same night, you went back home to your shared apartment.

While Aidan was dressing out of his suit, you thought that you could atleast make it up to him by having a dinner date at home, so while he was in the shower, you decided to bake his favourite meal and dessert.

He always showered for atleast an hour so that gave you enough time to finish mid way through so he couldn't just ask you to stop and go to bed with him.

When he went downstairs, he was greeted with a stench that made his stomach grumble.

“Whats all this?” he smiled as he walked to hug you from behind.

“Dinner" you responded sweetly, “Im going to make it up to you you know” you said declaratively.

“You dont need to make up for anything sweetheart” he kissed your cheek, “Having you is all that I need”

“So you want me to stop cooking?”

“Now I didn't say that” he laughed,

“Your so cheesy Mr.Gallagher” you joked,

“Only for you Mrs.Gallagher”

“Were not married love”

"Not yet"

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[agentandreastark]

i saw your 18 fic with aidan and was wondering if you could do something where aidan just really likes the readers thighs, like not even in a sexual way, just 'omg so soft' and he like, traces her stretch marks when she wears shorts, really just fluff! you dont have to if you don't want to, thanks! :)

Oh yeah, sure! I'm sorry I wasn't able to reply before cause currently, school's been hectic. And I'm probably having the worst writers block ever. So this isn't my best work but u hope you like it!

My favourite part of you

Aidan gallagher X f!reader

Fluff

You are insecure about your thigh, but then Aidan finds out.

After a long day of school, music was your place to go. Normally, it would have been your 6-month boyfriend, Aidan, but he was away for work. And so here you were in the kitchen cooking Pasta for lunch as you swayed your body to the music, singing along with the artist and occasionally even acting as though you were in the music video.

'Thank god I'm home alone,' you thought as you drained the pasta and put it into a bowl to make the roux. Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to yelp and kick. Soon, you were set on the counter and face to face with the person you expected to see the least. "Aidan!" You smiled widely and put your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "I missed you so much," you mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away and giving him a peck on the lips.

"So much for missing me cause, ouch." He remarked, rubbing his knee where you initially kicked him, causing you to sheepishly smile. "You could've warned me." You jumped off the counter. Aidan smiled. "I think the world's going to end! You? MY GIRLFRIEND? Wearing shorts?!" He gasped dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. Your smile immediately dropped as you looked down. This was terrible. Oh god, no.

You were always insecure about your thighs. They were so big and had stretch marks on them. Which was not something often seen as beautiful in this society.

'What if Aidan feels the same way?' And so you did the first thing that came to mind. You took your dad's apron -which itself was big enough to cover part of your thighs - and wrapped it around yourself.

"Hey, hey. What are you doing?" He looked at you wide eyed.

"Doing what?" You asked turning around to take the flour.

"That." He pointed to the apron and continued. "Covering yourself up? Are you uncomfortable with me? I totally understand, and I do respect-"

"No, Aidan, no, I'm not uncomfortable with you. Of course not, " you turned keeping the flour on the shelf.

"Then -" He sighed, realising what the issue was "Love please don't tell me you're insecure." You stayed silent for a while. Aidan then walked behind you and untied the knot of the apron and took it off you. He picked you up by the waist, setting you down on the counter, "What exactly are you insecure of darling? This?" He touched your thigh softly. "This is something you shouldn't be insecure of love. They are so soft." he smiles widely, looking at you with loving eyes." Besides, women have bigger thighs so that they can carry a life in them, and when they do, it might cause their legs to collapse. We dont want that, right? So instead, their tighs support them. " You nodded slowly, looking back at him." So you don't find my stretch marks disgusting?" You asked softly, waiting for his answer. In your previous relationship, your ex had always told you to cover up because he couldn't bear seeing your stretch marks. "Of course not, darling. Why would they? They remind me of the sea shore, so very pretty." He traced them, looking mesmerised. God, this boy was only making you fall for him even harder. He bent down and kissed every mark, making you laugh since it was ticklish. "You're thighs are my favourite part now," He picked up, causing you to squeal. "Put me down, Gallagher!" He laughed as he kissed your forehead. "Nope." "Why?" You said, kicking your legs in the air. "Cause I want the whole world to see just how beautiful you are." And with that, he walked out of the door with you in his arms.

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[ashyybashy]

Irreplaceable by @ashyybashy

Irreplaceable: prolauge

paring: five hargreaves x you/reader

warnings: violence, cursing, death, and if I miss anything don’t please let me know !

part one

Hargreaves had no weaknesses- except one…the worst one. Love is a terrible thing. It is a curse with a fatal ending. There is no cure, no matter how hard you try and replace it. A simple distraction can not cure something so irreplaceable.

Not even the Five Hargreaves’ mind could grasp that fact. Shocking right? Five Hargreaves was a victim to this tragedy of a curse. 45 years away from the cause might sound like a wonderful vacation from a disease…however that was not the case. Every day for the first 4 years felt suffocating to the boy. Especially when you had witnessed the death of the loved one(s).

Yes, the boy had other loved ones he had witnessed the pink flush of life coating their now hollowed out cheeks. However, this one was different…he didn’t love you like the rest. You weren’t his “family” hearsay- more like a family friend? Your father was an old colleague of his, therefore you have seen him and his family more than just once in a while.

It didn’t take long for Hargreaves to fall into the disease. You were intoxicating, from every sarcastic comment to the way rubbed your under eye bags when you were bored.

At first you guys butted heads whenever one looked at the other. Yet, you both had soon found relation in each other’s past. He felt like he had someone else he felt safe with…she understood everything that came out of his mouth. Though you were an only child, had no powers, and not traumatized..you still understood. You refused to let him use the excuse, “you won’t understand.” by shutting that down with a, “then help me understand.” He needed you, you were his escape.

When Hargreaves had gotten himself stuck in time, he was mortified at the sight of his family lying lifeless before him. His stomach churned and he couldn’t breathe. When he turned his head to the left and saw the strand of h/c his knees buckles and it was like his airway decided to betray him. He knew he loved you. That’s why half of his heart crumbled that day…nothing could fill that gap.

Maybe a distraction could help. Help take your mind of the disease called love. That’s what Hargreaves thought when he met Delores. Who in the back of his mind was a version of you.

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[lynxx88]

𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝒜𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓃 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒳 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇: 𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: 𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 14 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.

Y/n's Pov

3...2...1.. Rolling.

"I'm Aidan Gallagher"

"David Castaneda"

"Tom..Hopper?"

"why did you question your own name? Oh I'm Y/n L/n"

Everyone starts to laugh and the cameras shuts off for a sec

"Justin.H.Min"

"and I'm Emmy Raver-Lampman and we are the cast of the umbrella academy and I think we're gonna test on how well we know each other". I make a face "I feel like I'm going to fail already" Aidan chuckles "Don't worry I think you know us really well"

"Okay gentleman and gentle folk and Missy, Who is My favorite Backstreet boy?" Emmy starts

"Oh *beep* wait I'm not allowed to say that, Oops sorry, um I don't even know anyone from the backstreet boys" everyone laughs "neverminded, I think we'll fail together us 2000's kids" Aidan Jokes and I lightly hit his arm.

"Joey" - David

"Nick Carltor (At least I think that's how you spell his name I'm not sure)" - Tom

"Is lance?" - Justin

"I don't know" Aidan shakes his head, I chuckle as I lean on him

"I'm going to go with J.C cause that's mine" - David

"Oh really that's mine as well" - Y/n

"Really?"- David

"No, I don't even know who that is" - Y/n

" Okay My turn" I say while doing jazz hands with the questions in my hand, everyone copies my movement which makes me giggle.

"I think I have the apprehend on this one" - Aidan

"Yeah I think so too, You are dating her" - David, everyone agrees and chants its not fair

"Anyway lets start off easy, who is my favorite Harry Potter Character?"- Y/n

"Uhhhh hermione ?" - Emmy

" Definitely The og Harry Potter" - David

"Uh Draco Malfoy, I think that's who everyone likes (if You don't then just skip this part)" - Tom

"Isn't it Hedwig?" - Aidan

"No No its Dobby" - Justin

"Wow Aidan I thought you would get it, it is Draco"

"OH wait really?"- Tom, I nod my head and move on to the next question

"I'm sorry Hunny"- Aidan

"Don't worry Don't worry I'm playing with you, Anyway What is a jewelry I wear all the time?" - Y/n

"Necklaces, like the one I Bought for your birthday" - Emmy

"How are we supposed to know that" - Tom

" Well I know, its bracelets" - Justin

"wouldn't it be your anklet?"- David

"ohhh yeah I think so too"- Tom

Aidan smirks then chuckles "Its rings and earrings right"

I smile and giggle nodding my head

"Yeah it is"- Y/n

"WHAT I was for sure its bracelets"- Justin

" I especially wear the ring Aidan got me last Christmas"- Y/n, showing off the ring she is currently wearing, Aidan smirks.

"Oh shush loverboy"- Emmy jokes

"Okay okay last question What is my birthstone and here's a hint its my favorite color"- Y/n

"Ruby?"-David

"Yeah I think so too"- Emmy

"Mmhhhh I think its Red jasper or Ruby"-Justin

"Yeah i agree I think its Ruby"- Tom

"Aidan? what about you?" - Y/n

"I can see the answer in the mirror over there"- Aidan

"What"- Y/n, I turn my head and see that it is showing the answer

"Stop cheating Aidan"- Emmy

Aidan chuckles, while I sighed and said the answer but was cut off from Aidan

"Its Ruby"- Aidan

I nod

"See I know her better"- Aidan, he grins gleefully

"You cheated"- Y/n, I sulk while crossing my arms

"No I didn't, I just know my baby really well" - Aidan, He hugs me while I continue to pout.

"well that wraps everything up, we are the Umbrella academy cast and we better go before Y/n continues her pout"- Emmy

"byeee"- Y/n, I wave at the camera

The camera shuts off, and we start to thank the crew for having us and we leave, We head into the car with Aidan's Hand in my own.

"I loveee you Y/n"- Aidan tries to smooth talk me

"I love you too"- Y/n

And we spent the rest of the time in the car cuddling, falling into a deep sleep, little did we know the others were taking photos for memories.

Whelp that's my first ever post, if there's any problems pls tell me so i can change it, keep in mind I'm still a new writer so most of it is probably cringe, I'm sorry if Aidan's a bit occ

#aidan gallagher #the umbrella academy #interview #actors #aidan gallagher x reader

[umbrellatte]

If I can request, I would like to ask if you could write a aidan or five where their girlfriend has schizophrenia and she has episodes where the voices get out of hand and they hurts her by giving her a very bad headache and she crumbled down on the floor with her back against the wall and she rocks back and forth trying to make the voices stop, and how she tries to make them to stop is by screaming out “stop” “go away” “leave me alone” “shut up” “no” and when the episode stop it’s like she’s emotionless because it takes a lot 9f her and Aidan or five has to help her with everything since it’s like her mind and body has shut down. If you think you can’t do it can you do one where Aidan finds his best friend and crush writing a poem and when he tries to see what it’s about she hides it but one day she left her poem notebook at his house and he looks through it to find most of the poems are about him and he plan out how he’s going to ask her out and he uses lines from her poems that’s he thinks fits her but he put them in a song and he plays it for her in his way to asl her out

ahhh omg, i loved the second idea, so i'll do that! unfortunately, i don't feel that confident or comfortable making the first one because i have so little knowledge on schizophrenia and i just don't feel comfortable writing about it at all, so i do hope you enjoy this one! dear lord, i'm not entirely sure on this, but hopefully you like it-

Beautiful Poet | A. Gallagher

pairings: aidan gallagher x fem!reader

synopsis: you are aidan's best friend whom he likes a lot. you happen to love him and express your feelings through secret poems you write which you left at his house. he read them and decides to use some lines to write a song to ask you out.

notes: this is not any school au whatsoever! just aidan as an actor, singer, un ambassador and youtuber. and some poems here are from the internet, some from his songs, some by me! the song used here is dandelions by ruth b., i thought it really fit i didn't feel lile using aidan's songs, it felt weird for some reason.

disclaimer: aidan is above 18 in all my fics unless stated otherwise!

You had created a bunch of poems, rhyming or not. Most of them made for your best friend and crush. Like this one,

That glint in your eyes—

Is my beautiful star.

You look of sunshine,

On a blue day.

(latte's poem)

Or like this one,

I don't think you will ever fully comprehend,

How you've made all my dreams come true,

Or how you've opened my heart,

To the love and wonders it can do.

(internet)

or this one too,

A beautiful rose for you,

A love so true,

That i feel, when looking at you.

(latte's poem)

and another.

Something about your smile that just freaks me out

Can't help but feel that my heart will give out

Beating heart in my chest, it's gettin' louder

(4th of july, a.g)

again, another poem.

Fireworks in the sky,

Shining in those eyes,

Beautifully green,

As I've always seen.

(latte's poem, inspired by 4th of july and blue neon)

as usual, another one.

In a field of dandelions,

I wish on each one,

I wish for you to be mine, forevermore.

(dandelions inspired poem)

lastly, the one you wrote today in your notebook, they day you leave said notebook in aidan's house.

I've heard that love comes once in life,

I'm quite sure that you are that sweet love,

Cause breathing gets harder with you,

My dear Aidan, what I say is true.

(dandelions inspired poem)

Just to name a few of the poems you've made. There are more, obviously, but these were what caught Aidan's eyes. He saw the many hearts you drew below each page with a "For Aidan" with them as well.

He saw how you loved him as much as he did you. He loved you so much he decided to use your poems as a way to confess his long lasting love for you. Days turned to weeks, which turned into months. After a good one to two months, he had finished everything and had a concert planned.

Being the good friend and crush he was to you, he gave you a ticket himself instead of having you buy it. “Awe, thanks Aidan, you didn't need to do that.” you smiled, taking the ticket.

“No worries on it. You will be there, right?”

“I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

The day of the concert, he sang his songs, leaving that one song he wrote for you, for last. An hour or so passed and now it was time for that song. “Hello everyone! This song is dedicated to a special someone of mine!”

He began to sang the song, until the words sounded familiar. Those were the words on your poems. It hit you. He's read your poems.

“I'm in a field of dandelions. Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine” he sang out the last part.

The song ended and he started to speak. “[Name]! I love you! Could- could someone please bring her here? Thank you!” You found yourself being brought by concert people on the stage, people cheering here and there.

“[Name], i love you so much. For a long time now. You're my best friend and i don't wanna lose you, but I'm taking the risk. Will you be my girlfriend, [Name]!” he shouts into the mic, his voice echoing around the place.

You stare at him. “I...Aidan..yes! Yes, oh my god! Aidan what? I-” he comes close to you, and puts the mic down. He whispers, “Can i kiss you?”

You nod vigorously, and he does. He kisses you, with gentle loving passion as the crowd whoops and cheers. “My beautiful poet. I love you. And i loved your poems for me. I hope you don't mind that i used them for the song though.”

Laughing out with tears in your eyes, you shooke your head, showing that you didn't mind. “Thank you for those beautiful poems, [Name].”

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[hihomeghere]

Hihomeghere Masterlist

My requests are open! Go ahead and send me your requests via my 'ask me anything' button on my blog!

Prompt list

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves

Nightwing You try to keep Diego Hargreeves off your mind, especially after your break up. But after he breaks into your apartment begging you to patch him up. All the good and bad memories come flooding back.

Five Hargreeves

Wedding at the End of the World A reader insert for the episode Wedding at the End of the World. You and Five reminisce on your wedding/proposal before going to Luther and Sloanes wedding. You both go to the wedding with high hopes of a good evening.

Carousel Club After being dropped into 1963, you find work at the Carousel Club as a dancer. While following a tip where Luther could be, Five sees your routine. Overwhelmed by jealousy he sneaks into your dressing room.

Et tu, Brute? Based off a request, Five gets injured in a mission and you drop everything to make sure he's ok.

Insomniac Five has trouble sleeping and when he does sleep it's anything but peaceful. After a nightmare he craves your touch to remind him you're okay.

Tesoro Universe

Tesoro While working at the commission as a field agent you are assigned a new partner, Number Five.

Meet the Family Five finds a way to return to 2019, you both break your contract with the commission and you meet your in-laws for the first time.

One Bed After a failed mission with the commission, both you and Five find a hotel to rest in. The only problem is, you'll have to share a bed. (Can be read as a one-shot)

Unspoken thing Part 2 of One Bed, after that fateful night in the hotel room. Five has been avoiding you and now you're called into the Handler's office to take responsibility for the delay in exterminating the target.

Routine After the confession, Five and reader head back to a hotel room. Soft dom y/n. (Can be read as one-shot)

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

The Two C's Joel catches you smoking on your porch. Set in Jackson after the events of TLOU. Short and sweet

Red Dead Redemption 2

John Marston

Burning Love Set in the epilogue of RDR2. You stumble upon John in Blackwater after being alone for years. When he invites you to visit Beecher's Hope, will you be able to fight feelings that have been building ever since you were kids?

Gloves John goes crazy over you dressed up for a job, more specifically your white gloves

Arthur Morgan

Fakin' It After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track?

Fishing in the Dark You and Arthur have a private evening away from camp on the Dakota river.

Dreams Arthur starts having dreams of starting a family with you

My Eyes Only Arthur thinks you look like a work of art

Salt and Pepper Arthur notices his hair is starting to gray

Charles Smith

Knight in Shining Armor 1. "Kiss me" "What-", 81. "Your heart is racing."

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[messers-moony]

Illness | F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five gets sick for the first time in a long time

Five didn’t get sick often. He was always quite careful, so he didn’t catch a cold. But when he did catch a cold? He was a complete asshole to his siblings but also an absolute baby. 

The male hated sickness more than anyone in the world, but one thing that made getting sick worth it was being babied by his loving girlfriend. Granted, being babied hurt his pride but being sick was an excuse to let it happen. 

On this faithful morning of March 24th, Five woke up holding his girlfriend with an excruciating headache. When going to breathe, he realized how stuffy his nose was, and unintentionally he groaned, waking up his girlfriend. 

“ Five, you okay? “ Y/n questioned as she turned around to face the male lying in his back, staring at the ceiling, “ I’m fine. “ Five responded, but his voice said otherwise. 

Y/n smirked slightly, ��� Your voice says otherwise. “

“ Shut up. “ Five groaned, moving to snuggle into the crook of her neck, “ You got sick from yesterday, huh? “ Y/n asked, raking her fingers through his hair. 

Five nodded with a slight whimper, “ I’m gonna get up and get you some medicine, okay? “ Y/n spoke as she pulled away, but Five only pulled her closer, “ No. Stay. “ 

“ Five’s your head isn’t gonna get better if I don’t get you some medicine. I know your head hurts like a bitch. “ Y/n informed, “ But you’re so warm, and I feel so cold. “ Five whined. 

“ I’ll be three minutes max, okay? “ The female announced as she left the bed, leaving her whiney boyfriend. 

She walked downstairs and grabbed some cold medicine from the cabinet. It wasn’t anything terrific, but it would definitely help lessen the length of the cold. Sighing, she held a cup of warm water and brought it upstairs along with the medicine. 

Upon entering the room, she found Five already sound asleep with his head buried in her pillow, probably breathing in her scent. Y/n set the glass of water on his nightstand and put the medicine beside it. 

Carefully she shook him, “ Fives, I need you to take this medicine. Then you can go back to sleep. “ Y/n’s soft voice rang through his ears, yet it felt so loud, making him groan, “ Mhm. “ Five hummed as he sat up. 

Y/n picked up the medicine and handed it to him, resulting in him placing it into his mouth. She took the glass in her hand and tilted it to his mouth as he swallowed both the contents. 

Five looked miserable. His cheeks were red, along with his nose. He looked unbearably tired, and his forehead was piping hot. Y/n gently kissed his forehead as she placed the water back on the night table. 

Her boyfriend had sunk back into the bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Y/n chuckled and moved the hair out of his face. Gently she kissed his cheek, making him smile subconsciously. 

Y/n walked back downstairs to see Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Luther at the table, obviously more awake than Y/n was. 

“ Morning, guys. “ Y/n greeted as she started making coffee, “ Where’s Five? Usually, he’s up before you. “ Luther questioned. 

“ He’s sick. Probably best not to disturb him today. You know how his temper is when he’s sick. “ Y/n informed, “ Who knew a little cold could take down the little psycho. “ Klaus teased. 

Allison scoffed, “ He just liked when Y/n babies him. “ 

“ And if he does? “ Y/n inquired, sitting on the counter with her coffee, “ Nothing. It’s just different to see Five enjoy being babied. “ Allison defended. 

“ You know, big and robust Five secretly enjoys being the little spoon. “ Klaus laughed, and Y/n shrugged, “ I’m not sayin’. “ Y/n replied. 

“ Y/n! “ Five’s voice echoed from upstairs, making her jump down from the counter, “ And that’s my cue. if you need me, talk to me by here. “ Y/n informed, pointing to her brain, referring to her telepathy. 

Y/n ran up the steps and into her shared room with her boyfriend. She found a whining boy lying on his bed. Gently she sat next to him, and his head instantly went to her lap, curling around her right leg. 

“ What did you need? “ Y/n asked as she ran her fingers through his day-old hair, “ You. “ Five’s muffled voice spoke. 

Y/n blushed, and Five slept soundly with her beside him now. To be honest, Y/n was bored out of her mind, but she didn’t really want to leave him, knowing he wouldn’t be the happiest if he woke up alone. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy his company. It’s just she didn’t plan on him to fall asleep on her lap, and her book was across the bedroom. Then she heard footsteps outside the door. 

“ Can whoever’s outside Five’s door come here. “ Y/n spoke loudly enough for the person to hear but for Five not to wake up, the door then opened. 

Allison appeared in the doorway, “ Yes? “ Allison inquired, “ Can you hand me my book on Five’s desk, please? “ Y/n politely questioned. 

Without a second thought, Allison grabbed the book and handed it to Y/n. She stood there for a minute, looking at her sleeping brother in Y/n’s lap. Allison smiled softly. 

“ He’s awfully cuddly, huh? “ Allison lightly teased, “ He’s sick, Allison. “ Y/n retorted. 

Allison sighed, “ I know, I know. It’s just we never get to see Five act sweet. He seems so cold and hard on the outside. It’s just a nice change of scenery to see him look and act so soft. “ Softly spoke, Allison, as Five nuzzled further into her lap. 

“ See! He’s being all soft and lovey. “ Allison quietly exclaimed, making Y/n lightly chuckle, “ He’s always like this, just not around you guys. “ Y/n responded. 

“ Why? “ The adult questioned, “ Truthfully? He doesn’t want you guys to make fun of him for being all ‘soft and lovey’. “ Y/n replied. 

Allison looked down with a sense of guilt, “ When he’s in the right frame of mind, tell him we won’t make fun of him. “ Allison said as she walked toward the door, “ I’ll be sure to let him know. “ The teen girl responded. 

Allison left the room and the door shut with a click. Y/n began reading through her book as her hand gently moved in Five’s hair and down his arm, soothing him as he slept. 

“ Princess. “ Five rasped as he had just woken up, “ What do you need? “ Y/n asked softly as she closed her book. 

Five smiled and pulled closer to her, “ I love you so much. “ 

“ I love you so much more. “ Y/n responded to her half-asleep boyfriend, “ And that’s why I’m gonna marry you someday. “ Five muttered, making her face light aflame. 

Y/n chuckled through the blush, “ You’re loopy from the medicine. “ Y/n spoke, “ I might be a little, but I know what I’m saying. “ Five responded. 

“ Why would you wanna marry me? “ Y/n queried, and Five sighed dreamily, “ Because you’re perfect. You love me through everything, even our fights. You know how to make good coffee, and you always reassure me when I need it most. You’re my girl, and I’ll be damned if I let you slip out of my grasp. “ Five explained as his hand gently rubbed her outer thigh. 

“ You are such a hopeless romantic, Five Hargreeves. “ Y/n complimented, “ Only for you. “ Five smiled.

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[sunnylands-world]

One in a million - Aidan Gallagher x reader fluff

Aidan's head rested against the cold glass on the plane. His neck had a terrible pain from this position. He groaned running fingers through his chocolate brown hair; It had grown to a pretty nice length. He was done filming and just wanted to see your face after the long flight back to Los Angeles. He missed the small but comforting apartment he shared with you; his girlfriend of exactly three months now. Of course you guys weren't public yet but you both agreed that was best since you weren't ready for Aidan's fan base.

You were sitting at home curled up on the couch, your cup of hot chocolate warming you. Your alarm rung informing you it was time to drive to the airport to get Aidan. Your smile went wide as you leaped up from the cushion putting down the steaming mug trying not to spill it on the cream colored sofa. You grabbed your checkered vans and pulled your white shirt in place, fixing your hair before grabbing the keys heading to the car Aidan bought you for your birthday. When you pulled into the airport millions of girls were there.

You frowned confused, saying excuse me as you cut through the crowd. Eventually Aidan came through a door and all hell broke loose. girls probably thirteen and up rushed over. Aidan's face went from exhaustion to shock as they squealed asking questions. You rushed over wondering how they found out he'd be here. You began calling for him and his head turned in your direction as if he heard you over the others; your heart melted at the thought. You both moved for the other and the fans seemed to realize. Some of them moved while others blocked his path to you, spitting insults at your face saying he was theirs.

"if you guys like me all that much you wouldn't insult or harm people I care about!" Aidan snapped, causing the girls to look startled. He pushed through grabbing your wrist leaving them behind and you both made a run for the car; rushing away to your place. When you got back Aidan sighed. "I'm sorry" he pulled you to a hug, you smiled telling him you were okay. "I had no Idea they'd be there y/n. If I had I would have-" you shook your head. "If I was in love with you and couldn't have you at thirteen, I would be crazy too" you joked and Aidan relaxed smiling.

"I made you dinner, it's in the fridge" you said pointing towards the kitchen. "You're one in a million my love" he said, kissing your forehead as you sat back on the couch. "Yes, today definitely proved that!" you giggled

Request open 💙

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[soolarity]

Out of Time

Five Hargreeves x gn!Reader - 8.7k words

Warnings: season 3 episode 4 spoilers, death, swearing, five breaking down

Summary: Five was familiar with the merciless pace time kept, and he could only run that far until his past and future catches up to him, threatening to break him into irreparable pieces.

Here's my Masterlist!

A/n: yeah, this is basically just a rewrite of episode 4 with added commission lore and a ton of angst<3 reader here is a former assassin of the commission who was partnered up with Five for the years he worked there. I also didn’t plan it to be this long my god- but the episode was really fun and I just loved the dynamic of Five meeting himself and how the reader could possibly alter or affect it. Enjoy and please leave comments<3

Cold. That was all you felt as you felt your atoms materialize into reality. It was akin to being dumped with a bucket of ice water, which wasn’t far off from falling face first into a pile of snow. You stumbled into the fresh snow, hitting the ground underneath with your knees as you quickly pulled yourself up to be greeted with a field of snow. You squinted your eyes, trying to shield them from the harsh merciless blizzard. Where the fuck were you?

Through the frigid air blowing through your hair and into your ears, you heard the soft crunch of snow behind you, two sets of feet, two people. You forced yourself to turn around and meet Five and Lila, the former clutching the suitcase disoriented.

Beside you, Five and Lila fell into the snow with as much grace as a newborn giraffe. Five opened his eyes to his surroundings and anger flooded his veins, a stark contrast to the cold snowflakes on his suit. He knew this was a bad idea, first getting electrocuted and losing the first suitcase and now teleporting to the middle of the arctic with the second? Not even to mention that he brought you into this entire mess, guaranteeing your death in this frozen wasteland.

“Oh, brilliant idea, Lila, welcome to the Ice Age!” Five exclaimed sarcastically, his hands motioned to the snow-capped trees in the distance.

Lila ignored Five and wrapped her olive-green jacket around her tighter to preserve warmth. She turned to lean over her shoulder, finding the grand commission building frozen and crumbling. The woman smiled a toothy grin at the sight of it, rejoicing that her plan worked.

Your own eyes trailed to follow her gaze, but instead of finding happiness at the organization that caused all three of you pain, your heart dropped to your feet as you stared at the sight in horror. The perpetually neutral sunshine was replaced with an unforgiving blizzard, tearing the Commission, your former home, apart by its seams.

“Five.” You mumbled in shock, eyes wide and unmoving.

The person in question immediately turned to you, wrapping his free arm around you to shield you from the cold, but you couldn’t bring your arms to return the embrace. Five mumbled your name in concern, he never should have brought you with him.

“Five, the Commission.” You repeated in the crook of his neck, eyes never leaving the building.

He reluctantly loosened his grasp around you to turn around and faced the Commission. “Shit.” He muttered quietly at the sight.

Alarm bells immediately rang in his mind at the state of the once timeless bubble that contained the Commission. He already had an inkling as to what could have caused the unending snow storm but held his tongue, afraid of drawing conclusions prematurely.

Lila skipped towards the building, not waiting for the two of you to end your little to catch up. Her boots crunched with her steps, leaving imprints in the previously perfect blanket of snow. She giggled childishly against the freezing blizzard.

You and Five weren’t far behind, approaching the commission with less enthusiasm and more dread. You tried your hardest to break your trance away from the Commission building, instead focusing on the footprints of Lila’s boots. Five adjusted the suitcase in his hand and kept an arm around you protectively not only from the storm but from the Commission and whatever ghosts were left to haunt you.

The broken halls of the Commission headquarters gave the three of you no shelter from the freezing temperatures. The shattered windows let in the cold draft and the tattered furniture made it look like a long-abandoned building, which might as well have been, time was fickle in the Commission bubble.

“Holy shit.” Lila muttered; eyes wide in amazement. She turned and took in the state of the place, curious of each tattered file and shattered debris in the room.

Your eyes trailed from the familiar spiral staircase to the star in the center of the floor, still in shock of the disarray. It was an empty husk of familiarity, blanketed by an unforgiving blanket of snow. Or perhaps the storm revealed the Commission’s true colors, as it was nothing but a cold and empty office, relentless on ‘protecting the timeline’. All your nostalgia clung on the 1950’s façade that eventually disappeared.

“I was just here. How long was I bloody gone?” Lila asked in disbelief.

Five sat the suitcase down and adjusted his watch. “It seems the grandfather paradox is affecting everything.”

“Even places out of time.” You murmured uneasily.

“The Commission was supposed to be in a perfect bubble outside of the time continuum. It would even survive the supposed 2019 and accidental 1963 apocalypse. But instead, it..” You paused.

“Went to shit.” Lila continued for you.

 “Yeah.” Your voice was winded, almost struggling to get out another word.

“It should be impossible.” Lila said.

“We stopped tracking what was possible a long time ago.” Five smiled knowingly at you.

You mustered a small smile back to him. Your feelings lifted up slightly knowing how much you and Five had gone through and survived. Two whole apocalypses were quite an achievement, what’s a third one to add to the list?

Suddenly rubble fell from above, landing right in front as the three of you stepped back in shock. You winced in pain, chalking it up to a small chunk of cracked concrete hitting you. Debris filled the air once more, blending into Lila’s platinum white hair. Five took the suitcase in front, preventing it from being damaged by the broken tiles and cement. You tilted your head up towards the ceiling, noticing a large crack forming in the concrete and brick.

“We have to go before the building collapses any further.” You said with urgency.

“You’re right, let’s go check the Infinite Switchboard.” Five moved towards the central stairs leading to the second floor.

“And I'll check Herb's office. Little cockroach would survive anything.” Lila said, distantly recalling the short man and his stubbornly bright attitude and perseverance.

You wringed your hands together nervously and shuffled towards Lila. “I’ll go with Lila and check on the others.”

“What? No, we should stick together,” Five argued. “Who knows what will happen in this building.”

“I can protect myself, Five. I wasn’t your partner for 5 years just for you to protect me like a porcelain doll.” You retorted. “Besides, Lila will be there.”

“Not for long if you two will keep this up.” Lila said bluntly. “I can’t handle your bickering any longer, I’m going ahead.”

You and Five watched as she disappeared into the Commission hallway, her boots softly echoing against the rubble.

“There’s nothing left here anymore,” Five pleaded your name, “The kugelblitz most likely destroyed everything already.”

Your brows knitted together at his words. A part of you was in denial, like you were expecting to see your friends and co-workers under the rubble, shaken up but safe and alive. But you knew he was right, just the state of the Commission building screamed abandoned for years. Yet the part that screamed that your friends were smart enough to survive the wreckage was stronger.

“I need to go Five, at least I’ll have closure that they’re actually gone.”

Five still looked reluctant to let you out of his sight. He knew that you were capable of defending yourself, he was familiar with your fighting skills after the years of working together under the now broken Commission and the years after, running to solve apocalypse after apocalypse, but no matter how skilled any person was, you couldn’t fight the unpredictable effects of the apocalypse. Five was terrified that even a minute away from you could tear you away from him without hesitation.

He searched in your eyes for any hint of doubt but found nothing except for a stubborn plea. Five sighed in defeat and decided against his better judgement to trust you. It’s what you deserved instead of being towed with him against your will. He knew how much the Commission and the people in it meant to you despite working with him against it to prevent the apocalypse. It’s what you needed.

“Fine.” He softly agreed. “But be quick and come immediately back to me to the Infinite Switchboard.”

You smiled at Five but he watched as it didn’t reach your eyes. You were thankful for Five understanding your mixed emotions for the ruined Commission even though you haven’t fully grasped it yourself.

“I won’t be gone longer than 5 minutes tops.” You said casually, trying to ease his concern.

You headed towards the same doorway Lila walked through. “See you.” You said, looking at Five one last time before finally entering the office corridor.

Five watched you turn and disappear from the first two steps of the staircase. He could already taste the oncoming regret. Every cell in his body screamed to run after her and forget the reason why they were here in the first place, but he fought to keep his feet planted and to trust you. Five raked his free hand through his hair in distress and exhaled.

His mind’s first instinct is to calculate the intervals of the kugelblitz waves through a period of time. It wasn’t sporadic, it had a rhythm of every few hours with the latest being at a 10-hour interval. You had to have ample enough time to come back to him and return together back to the hotel. Five ignored the nagging voice in his head that it could be a fluke and the waves in this location would arrive faster than usual. He ignored the urge to sprint away from the staircase.

He put his faith into the universe, and subsequently the paradox, and ascended up the staircase.

You stumbled through the collapsed table in the hallway and followed the noise of Lila’s footsteps. Almost tripping on a piece of debris, you called out to her.

“Lila, wait!”

Lila, a bit farther ahead, turned around and saw you make your way through the corridor. “Oh great,” She said with not as much sarcasm as you expected, “Thought that little shit would cling on to you forever.”

You furrowed your brows at her insult at Five. “He trusts me enough to let go for a few minutes at least.”

The two of you continued walking once you finally reached where Lila was. “Although he usually isn’t this clingy, or at least doesn’t like to admit it in front of others.” You trailed off, questioning his odd behavior recently.

“How do you even deal with that grumpy menace?” Lila asked you.

You shrugged in reply. “After a few years you learn to tolerate him.”

Tolerate was an understatement for what you felt for Five. Although you never said it outright, you knew that you had created a deep bond with him and you trusted him with all your being, just as much as he trusted you. You learned his quirks and flaws and your admiration and affection grew further despite the tumultuous journey to save the world over and over, and over again.

Lila grimaced at your smile and love-stricken expression, visibly shivering in disgust at the idea of love, especially with a nutcase like Five. But inside, a small part of her being ached at the notion of loving someone. She wondered if Diego smiled like that thinking about her, despite all the times she lied and ran away out of fear. Lila wondered if love is what made her return so quickly to Diego with a child, despite having all of time at the flick of a suitcase.

After rifling through Herb’s office which was the Handler’s previous, you and Lila concluded that there was nothing except for scattered paper and even more debris. There wasn’t even anything missing or out of place, it was unlikely that Herb ran away without taking at least something from his office.

“You found anything?” Lila asked you while crouching over a fallen bookshelf, keeping an eye out for any suspicious hints to the disappearance of the entire Commission staff or possibly a short man hidden under the bookshelf.

“Nope.” You plainly stated while rifling through the drawers of his desk.

You pulled the lowest drawer open, revealing a stack of papers protected against the harsh blizzard in the Commission and a small black velvet box nestled in the left corner. You pried it open and revealed a delicate diamond ring glimmering in the dim light from outside.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

You knew what this was. It wasn’t a secret that Dot and Herb harbored feelings for each other, even in the earliest phase of them pining for the other made its rounds in the cafeteria gossip. You assumed after the revolution and the restructuring of the Commission board that they had gotten together.

You still remembered the aftermath of the fight in Sissy’s farm in ’63 when Dot and Herb arrived hand in hand to announce to you and Five that they would be taking over the Commission. You recalled the beaming smile the both of them gave you and how proud you felt for them. It was an amusing parallel, two pairs formed by the Commission one way or another. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you clutched the box in your hand. He must have wanted to take it the next step before the kugelblitz arrived.

Lila’s head perked up from the pile of fallen books. “What did you find?”

You wordlessly showed her the diamond ring and Lila’s face fell, presumably thinking the same thing as you.

“Oh.” She said as she stood up an approached you. Lila’s expression was uncharacteristically hesitant and solemn.

“Who’d you think it’s for?” She asked.

You looked at her in confusion. “You haven’t heard of Dot and Herb?”

Lila shook her head, her short platinum hair swishing. “Nope, never been the one for office gossip.”

You nodded, suddenly remembering how the Handler forced her to hide inconspicuously among the other Commission employees as her spy. “Right.”

“Well, let’s head up and ask Five if he found anything, it doesn’t seem like anyone’s here.” Lila made her way back out of the office.

You hesitated; you didn’t know why. “Uh, I just have one thing to check on. You know, might find my old gun here or something.”

Lila raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re gonna shoot someone?”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry.” You shrugged. “I swear I won’t take long; I’ll be right behind you.”

Lila reluctantly walked through the busted office door, still not fully convinced by your words. “You sure Five won’t chop my head off for leaving you out of sight?”

“He won’t chop your head off,” You scoffed, “He has nothing to chop it with. The worst he could do is break your neck.”

“Y’know he almost did crush my windpipe once.” Lila pointed at you, recalling their fight in a warehouse in 1963.

You laughed, shaking your head in amusement. “Sounds like him. Tell me all about your fight once we’re out of this shithole.”

“You could say that again.” Lila muttered, looking at the decrepit state of the place.

Lila made her way through the corridor, hopping over the broken table once more. In the distance she shouted, “Miss ya!”

You rolled your eyes at her antics but decided to play into it. “Miss you too! Even though I’ll literally be there in a few minutes.”

You could hear Lila’s laugh echo in the distance, somehow making the Commission brighter through it, almost like an image of what it used to be.

You shook your head at the thought, nostalgia would just get you distracted. You sighed and closed the ring box, pocketing it in your pants. You didn’t know why you took it, but it felt wrong to leave it to crumble along with the rest of the office. You wanted to find out more about the office, maybe discover a remnant of Dot and bring it together with the ring as a sort of memorial of them. It was the least you could do for your friends.

Upstairs, Five fumbled with the knobs of the Infinite Switchboard, trying to make the grey screen function. He tapped the glass screen before flipping a few switches. “That’s good.” Five muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the grey screen warbled to a visible video of Herb talking to the camera, clearly in distress. Five’s eyes widened at the sight of the man clearly in a panic, mouth slightly agape.

“There's been a rip in the space-time continuum. It's swallowing everything.” Herb quaked. “Oh, my sweet Dot, Iris, Josh from accounting, they're all gone!”

Five turned a knob, speeding the video recording forward. He skipped parts to frantically find out more about the paradox. Herb’s voice distorted in a sped-up pace before stopping again.

“I've tried everything! I don't know what else to do. The timeline is collapsing.” Herb frantically stated.

In the distance, screams from other Commission employees were heard and the screens of the past Infinite Switchboard in the background sparked and flickered.

“This is… the end.” Herb quietly said, accepting his fate, before being taken by the kugelblitz.

Five watched in horror as the cells of Herb were seemingly stripped away by the kugelblitz wave, leaving nothing of the man behind. As the recording flickered, showing only the Infinite Switchboard of the past ablaze, Five’s eyes flicked downwards solemnly to the controls that Herb used to leave one last message, jaw clenched briefly.

“I could kill for some scrambled eggs right now.” Lila thought verbally while entering the room, unknowingly cutting through Five’s mourning.

“This is bigger than the timeline, Lila.” Five shoved his hands in his pockets as he stared at the screen.

Lila looked at the grey screen alongside him, curious to what he witnessed that made him so on edge, but instead static greeted her eyes.

“What’s bigger than the timeline?” She asked, looking back at him.

“The entire universe. The grandfather paradox is collapsing in on the entire universe.” Five stated plainly.

“The missing dogs, missing people…” He trailed off. Five’s eyes flickered to the empty space beside Lila, where you were supposed to be.

“Where are they?” Five asked abruptly, glaring at Lila who looked back at him confused.

“They said they just had something to get downstairs.” Lila shrugged nonchalantly which fueled Five’s anger even more.

“You left them alone?!” Five shouted, fully panicked and furious at this point.

“Why are you so pressed about leaving them alone for a second?!” Lila shouted back in defense. “It’s like you’ll explode if you’re not in a six-centimeter radius near them!”

Five ran a hand through his face in frustration. “Lila you don’t fucking get it.” He emphasized sharply.

“Get what?! They’re their own fucking person. You don’t get to order them around!”

“Lila, use your brain for one fucking moment and think! Everyone has been disappearing because of the kugelblitz. Every living animal and human in the whole goddamn universe except for us and them.”

“Yeah and? Get to the point!” Lila frustratedly shouted.

“The only difference we have from others is that we have powers, and something that makes those powers tick. We are one of the last people to survive the kugelblitz waves because we have something in us that gives a temporary immunity to the kugelblitz but they don’t! They’re a regular human and I’ve been biding my time trying to figure out how to save them from it!”

Lila scoffed in disbelief at his rant, she knew he had more than a few screws loose but didn’t expect it to be this severe, he might even be crazier than herself. “You’re insane.” She laughed.

“I’m not!” Five scrambled to get the suitcase. “And if I was then- then it would be fine and they’d be here,” He stumbled over words in a panic, “If I wasn’t then I’d lose them.”

Five’s face paled at his own words as Lila watched his ramblings hesitantly. His chest tightened at the thought of losing you, a familiar feeling he hasn’t felt since the first apocalypse, when he watched the Meritech laboratory blow up. He fought the urge to gasp for air in his lungs. He couldn’t drown in his thoughts right now, so he clung to the chance of catching you fast enough before the kugelblitz could.

“I have to go.” Five ran out of the room, leaving the suitcase and Lila standing in the middle of the Infinite Switchboard.

Lila huffed and looked around in disbelief. She couldn’t understand why he was that frantic to always keep you in eyesight at all times. Sure, there were a few missing animals here and there but no one had gone missing yet under her radar except for the entire Commission, which was a whole different can of worms. Okay, maybe he was slightly correct, but it was still weird.

Lila shook her head and searched for clues on the grandfather paradox. A thick light blue and gold embossed book caught her brown eyes. The master handbook. She opened the heavy book and quickly flipped through the pages, searching for any protocol for the grandfather paradox.

‘In the unlikely case of the grandfather paradox, the founder and any essential personnel should be immediately remanded to the operations bunker.’

Bingo. The bunker was the best chance she had to finding more answers to the never-ending questions. But the founder? Lila furrowed her brows at the mysterious founder, whoever they were. In the years she grew up and worked in the Commission, never once had she heard of a founder of any kind.

Her confusion was interrupted as the room and the Commission building shook. Debris from the ceiling fell onto Lila as the last screen of the Infinite Switchboard flickered into static and finally shut down. Lila ducked at the rumble, using the heavy handbook to protect her from the chips of concrete falling. She didn’t have much time left.

Lila slammed the book shut and decided to run after Five to tell him about the secret bunker and the biggest clue they had yet. If the founder was that well-hidden to nearly everyone in the Commission, then there was a high likelihood that they had secrets and answers valuable enough to be protected in a secret bunker, hopefully the answers to solving the paradox.

You carefully treaded the uneven terrain, stepping over scattered files and broken chairs until you reached the case management office. Although you worked as a field agent for the Commission, you were familiar with the case management department and the people inside of it. You worked closely with them, executing their decisions in unison to protect what was once your one and only goal, to protect the timeline.

After the revelation that the Commission wanted the 2019 apocalypse to happen, subsequently ordering the deaths of everyone on Earth, your friendship with the case management people and your friend Dot specifically took a turn for the worse. You couldn’t believe that they could sit back and watch the world explode with not even an ounce of guilt in the conscience. It was as if they were oblivious to the apocalypse which they obviously weren’t, seeing as how Dot directly managed apocalypse affairs.

You hated how you worked for the Commission for countless of years as a mindless soldier, unaware of the end goal until Five’s arrival turned your entire worldview upside down. You simply wanted to bond with a colleague but the downtime in between missions led to stories of his experience in the apocalypse. You remember the haunted look in his eyes when he recalled the burnt orange sky and the perpetual dust that clung in the air. You heard about how as a child he discovered the endless corpses of his family members, friends, and even strangers that went on with their lives, unaware that it would all end in a single day with the Commission watching behind the curtains.

You wanted to change the Commission, to work against the monotonous flow of the rigid protocols and maybe build a future that went beyond 2019, a continuous timeline that wasn’t constricted by the Commission’s rigid rules and protocols, where Five’s family could live on and grow old. You naively dreamed of growing old years past 2019, with no apocalypses to fear, only warm coffee and your partner beside you.

That was your motivation when you joined Diego and Lila back to the Commission, and soon enough a coup d'état was staged. All it took was Diego’s stubbornness and your knowledge on the other employees to strike a match in the gasoline. The people were sick of the budget cuts from the previous board, and the Handler’s iron-first grip after the board was mysteriously assassinated broke their patience. You thought the war in Sissy’s farm could be the turning point of the Commission to become better, you were even open to talk to Herb for plans in preventing the 2019 apocalypse, but what had been probably months of recovery and preparation here in the Commission, had only been a few days for you before another apocalypse nipped at your heels. The Hargreeves family was far too intertwined with the timeline to the point of bringing chaos wherever they went. They were the apocalypse every time.

Yet why were you here? You asked yourself as you sat on a desk that didn’t collapse under the rubble, the black velvet box sitting next to you as accompaniment. You felt like you betrayed the Commission despite the atrocities they made you do. You abandoned them in the hopes of solving the end of the world, unknowingly becoming friends with the apocalypse themselves.

You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to blame the Hargreeves family for the catastrophes, just as much as you couldn’t bring yourself to hate the Commission for letting it happen, it was a tragic cycle you were stuck on, like a never-ending carousel. It costed you your home, your friends, and your identity to forge a new one with a new set of family and a new home. All you could do now is to try your best to survive another.

Something silver caught your eye while you fiddled with your hands in thought. It was faint and covered in dust but as you brushed it away you realized it was the broken frame of Dot’s glasses. It always suited her along with her pearl earrings and uniform. You imagined her wearing it with the silver ring, grinning happily with Herb as they announce their engagement to the office.

The image of Herb and Dot being so happy broke the dam you’ve been trying the hardest to keep sealed. The past week of trying to stop the first apocalypse and the two months trying to survive with Diego in Dallas felt suffocating in the destroyed office. What felt like years of grief and sadness and anger at it all burst all at once at the sight of your best friend’s crooked glasses. You couldn’t stop the tears as you finally crumbled in exhaustion and grief, crying for what could have been and what wasn’t supposed to happen.

Rubble fell as the building shook again, seemingly even stronger than before. Dust covered your hunched back as you keeled in agony over the friends you lost. You couldn’t bring yourself to care over the way the ceiling cracked over you, too rooted in grief to move. Not once in the months you have been running from the apocalypse have you had the chance to feel what was actually happening to you and now that it all came out you didn’t know how to stop it.

Five vaulted over the rubble the best he could, teleporting short distances to run to wherever you were. The ground shook below him but he couldn’t let himself become unsteady for even a moment, too preoccupied to find you. In the disarray, a curled-up figure caught his eyes before he could run past the office room. It was you in the wreck that was the case management office.

Five shouted your name, panic and concern filling his voice. He watched you glance up at him, eyes wet with tears that tore his heart out painfully. He was in agony watching you drown in emotions you should have felt a long time ago.

Five croaked out your name once more, his resolve crumbling like the walls of the building. “We have to go!”

Five witnessed your being melt into nothingness, eyes unblinking. He helplessly watched you fade as the paradox mercilessly tore away at your core until nothing was left. His mind yelled at him to move even an inch, to run and pull you away from the invisible force that swallowed every other living being whole. His cells screamed at him to turn back time and cheat death, defy life for you. They didn’t care if it would’ve burned his powers up, it would’ve been a measly sacrifice for you.

Yet it didn’t matter as you were already gone. He had space and time at the tips of his fingers and let it slip. In a blink of his glassy green eyes, there was nothing left except a black velvet box and the empty space where you once were. The paradox was even cruel enough to leave your warmth linger to mock Five.

As the shaking of the building came to a halt, dust settled around Five’s form. He couldn’t bring himself to move, the same grief that held you in place slowly crept to his ankles, holding him like ivy.

“Five!” Lila’s voice echoed in the distance. She saw a silhouette standing at the doorway to the torn case management office and ran to the familiar figure. “Five I found where to get answers!”

As Lila approached him, she noticed the haunted look in his eyes as he stared at the empty room. “Five, where are they?”

She glanced around nervously again, hoping to see you rummaging in the corner while Five waits. “They’re gone.” He states hollowly.

Lila almost smiles in disbelief, an ill-fitting habit she formed when faced with seriousness. “What do you mean..? She went to another room?”

The trance that Five was in finally cracked as he turned to her, expression blank but eyes nearly spilling over. “I meant that I was right and the kugelblitz took them and,” He choked up for a moment, “They’re gone.” His voice weakened at the words.

He turned lean on the wall of the room, tempted to spiral then and there into the hurricane of grief and misery that had been chasing him for a long time. “They’re gone and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

He cursed as he roughly wiped a tear with his sleeve. He cursed as he allowed himself to crack in front of Lila. He cursed as he felt himself crumble in hopelessness and despair like all those years ago in a wasted apocalypse.

Lila’s eyes widened as she saw him exhibit more emotion than he had in the short but hectic times she spent with him. She internally panicked, knowing that emotional comfort and empathy weren’t either of their strong suits.

“Five, are you—” She asks before stopping herself to continue any further. It was a dumb question to ask if he was alright when he most certainly wasn’t.

Walls were built up again behind his green eyes, made of fragile stone that he mustered to carry. He couldn’t afford to waste time to cry and give up with the limited amount they had, as much as he wanted to.

“Did you find anything?” He asked, voice void of emotion, brushing off the moment ago like a speck of dust on his shoulder.

Five approached the desk, his hand hesitating for a moment over the small box, before wordlessly placing it in his jacket. He didn’t know why exactly he pocketed the unfamiliar box, but he needed something to ground himself to the fact that you were gone, that if he turned around to ask you a question you wouldn’t be there. He couldn’t handle his mind to shatter his expectations again and again, so he did what he knew to do and anchored himself to the only thing you left behind.

Lila opened her mouth, wanting to ask about the incident earlier, but eventually decided against it. She didn’t know how or where to start, so she decided to shove it away for later, just as Five did. “We need to find the operations bunker containing the founder of the Commission. They’re the one to most likely have the answers we need.”

Lila and Five ascended up the staircase, the latter flipping through the master handbook. Five skimmed through the words but the more he read about pointless protocols, the more he hated the entire Commission.

“Don’t bother, it’s all just bureaucratic bullshit.” Lila drawled, hands brushing the blue staircase.

“You know, Lila, I shouldn't even be here. I was… We were out.” Five solemnly said, slamming the book shut.

“And yet here I am, alone.”

“Hey!” Lila shouted indignantly at the word, slightly offended that he wouldn’t count her.

 Five laughed bitterly. “The Commission always wanted the upper hand, targeting my every weakness, even in its very last hours.”

The woman raised a brow at his wording. “You consider them a weakness?”

“Love is a weakness, Lila. It makes empires and the strongest men fall. That’s why people like us fear from it, run away from it.”

Five didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to admit the truth, maybe it was his weariness from keeping any and every emotion locked in a chest in the deepest parts of his being, maybe it was the limited time of the apocalypse. Whatever it was, he simply accepted it, too tired to fight it.

Five scratched his neck awkwardly, suddenly feeling an itchiness throughout his body. “Why can't I just escape this hellhole?” He complained, grimacing at the wrecked observatory.

Lila looked at him with a seriousness that unnerved him, as if she was staring at his soul with ease. “Because you love it. You love them.”

“Face it, Five, all that the time you’ve been running from apocalypses, you’ve also been running from them, until it was too late—”

Five interrupted Lila, “Like how you’ve been running away from Diego?” He bit back.

Lila glared at Five, irritated that he would bring up her and Diego’s complicated relationship, if it could be even called that.

“All I wanted was to retire with them. After I fixed this mess, I could finally sit down and rest, but now that they’re gone, I don’t know what I want anymore.”

Lila sighed, leaning against a railing of the observatory. “I guess it isn’t in the cards for people like us to, y’know, stop running.”

“It could be.” Five placed his hands in his pockets, leaning back on his heals.

“What do you mean?” Lila raised a brow at Five.

“Don’t run away from him, Lila.”

As much as Five showed how much he was irritated by his siblings, he knew that his only driving force in stopping the apocalypse in the first place was you and now just his family. Five constantly gave snide remarks and sarcastic comments but with another apocalypse nipping at his weary feet, he gave into the urge of helping his family be happy despite the limited time of the apocalypse. At least they could still have time together, no matter how short.

The woman scoffed at Five’s words, taken aback by how uncharacteristically sincere the old man was. “Don’t tell me what to do grandpa. I’m not cut out for retirement like you, I’ll never be.”

Five simply gave an unimpressed look at Lila’s weak rebuttal. “Listen kid, whatever denial shit you’re trying to do won’t work. We only have a few days before we all die from this fucking paradox.” Five tiredly said.

The man sighed and pinched his nose bridge before heading to the door. “Note to never fucking try to be nice and help others again.”

Lila followed him, holding the door open before Five slammed it in front of her. “That was you trying to be nice?” She asked incredulously.

The two walked through a darker corridor, the light of the open observatory slowly fading behind them.

“You could really work on, like, the way you speak.” Lila stated bluntly.

“I mean, maybe it's a tone thing? Maybe try to change your tone? Because that was a really pathetic attempt to being nice.” Lila emphasized the last word.

Five looked unimpressed at her ramblings and attempts to discard the topic of her running away from Diego.

“I'm just saying it's something you can work on, you know? Take some classes, counselling, for the future in your retirement.” Lila shrugged.

“I’m glad you’re still concerned about my future retirement.” Five smiled bittersweetly.

Lila grimaced at Five’s saccharine smile. “Yup, you also gotta work on your smile.”

“That was out of sarcasm you idiot.” Five scowled at Lila before his eyes flitted to the front, catching the faint label of the operations bunker in dim lights.

Lila caught his line of vision and spotted the door placed ominously at the very end of the hallway, as if knowing it was the end goal of the two. She raised her brows in surprise, slightly unnerved at what could meet them behind the door.

“Well, here we are.” Lila muttered, before looking beside her and noticing Five already approaching it. She lightly jogged the distance between them as Five opened up the door to reveal a narrower hallway with brick walls.

“Exsqueeze me.” Lila pushed through Five, eager to view the operations bunker first.

“You're excused.” Five let go of the metal door, moving to the side in irritation of the god-awful itch he was suddenly having.

Lila approached the almost vault-like entrance, mumbling the name under her breath. She spotted the circular glass screen in front of the entrance. It seemed to be an eye-scanner. Harmlessly, she leaned into the screen, letting the device scan her eyes before huffing as the alarm buzzed in decline, ‘unauthorized access’.

“We’re screwed.”

Lila turned to look at Five frantically itching himself. His once pristine hair was in disarray, sticking onto his forehead with sweat. “Jesus. You're sweating like a dodgy shrimp on ice. What's wrong?”

Five didn’t respond, cogs whirring in his mind as he recognized the familiar symptoms that he had experienced before. It was paradox psychosis. He, or a version of himself, was in the same vicinity, possibly even through that very vault.

He approached the screen cautiously, letting the scanner whirr before granting access to Lila and Five to the bunker.

“I guess you're essential personnel.” Lila commented, dejected at the fact that never once did the Handler tell her about the bunker, nor did she make her own daughter essential personnel.

As the heavy metal door slid open, a medical contraption laid in the center of a room covered in padded white walls and illuminated in a futuristic way. To the near left corner were two round chairs and a coffee table holding various glasses of liquor and a small worn-out box in the center, the edges frayed by age. Five reached into his pocket and touched the box he currently had, staring at the one on the table in suspicion. He laid the thick handbook on the glass coffee table next to the box, taking one more look at it before approaching the metal contraption in the middle and the man it contained.

“Wow.” Lila chuckled at the sight of the founder all old and frail. She didn’t know what to expect of someone who created an organization like the Commission, but her expectations were definitely defied as she stared him down.

The soft noise of the machine and the founder’s breathing echoed through the room. “That's him, huh? The founder.” Five stated, acknowledging the man that created the organization that made his life a living hell.

“Looks like tinned beef. I was expecting more man and less,” Lila patted the edge of the contraption, “can.”

As Five approached closer, the more clues clicked into place in his mind. The uncontrollable itching and sweating in front of the vault, the paranoia he felt ever since he stepped foot in the ruined Commission, the familiar box on top of the coffee table. The founder’s green eyes and those familiar features warped in age was only the final nail in the coffin.

“It can't be.” Five breathed out in disbelief.

“What's wrong?” Lila asked.

“It’s me.”

Lila burst out in laughter, keeling over the machine as she giggled at the hilarity of it all. She had the privilege of witnessing first hand a tragic comedy. “No way!”

“This whole time you've been complaining about the Commission, and you're the one who founded it. Classic!” Lila exclaimed through her laughing fit.

“If I did, I have no memory of it.” Five stressed, glaring at his future self.

“What are the odds.” Lila said amused, “This whole time you’ve been complaining and fighting against the company that you founded.”

Lila crossed her hands in contemplation. “It’s also kinda sad really, seeing as the company you created technically killed them.”

The founder perked up at the mention of you, his eyes moving to Five and Lila instead of the blindingly white ceiling. “The kugelblitz took them.” He faintly murmured.

“What?” Five leaned closer to his head, listening to whatever the properly old man wanted to say.

“There was nothing I could do. I’ve made peace with that.”

Five gritted his teeth at the founder’s words. Rage filled him at the idea of even moving on from you. How dare he even think that it was all that he could do. How dare he settle for it and continue living without guilt.

“You know nothing!” Five seethed at his future self.

“I do, I’m your future.” The founder responded back.

Five felt nothing but burning rage at his future self, no itchiness, no paranoia, no increased sweating. All he felt was rage and confusion and disappointment at himself and his future.

“How is this even possible?” Five asked him.

“The operations bunker is paradox-proof,” The founder wheezed. “I constructed it as a panic room in case of a collapse in the time continuum. In this room, all permutations of yourself can exist.”

Five looked around the bunker, taking note of the white panels and the smoke coming out of ventilation above.

“You must be here because of a kugelblitz.” The founder continued.

Lila looked the founder in a questioning manner. “Lightning ball in German?”

Five answered for himself, “It's an extra kinky kind of black hole. The kind that can suck up entire timelines.”

“Bingo.” The founder replied.

Lila grimaced at the founder replying back to Five in a weird doppelgänger brain wave unison that she wasn’t privy to. “So, how do we fix it?” She asked the both of them with arms crossed.

The founder let out a raspy chuckle before dissolving into a coughing fit. “You don’t.” He wheezed.

“You created all of this, this company, this bunker. You’re clearly some sort of future version of myself so you must know the answer.” Five stressed, glaring in anger at the founder.

He coughed in reply, struggling to breathe even through the whirring apparatus. The founder struggled through his coughs to speak. “All that will be left is oblivion.”

“Oblivion?” Lila asks the founder, leaning on the edge of the machine once he didn’t respond.

Her hands suddenly pushed the locks open, causing the bed that the founder laid on to slide out. The old man struggled to breathe even more after being exposed to the air outside of the machine. Five and Lila noticed the missing limb of the founder and the strange tattoo he had on his chest.

“This is what you have coming.”

“Listen to me, you ass,” Five seethed, leaning over his future-self’s head, “I just spent the last 20 days running around, saving the world from apocalypses, only keep trying to save the world.”

“Now I’ve lost the most important person in my life in an attempt to solve another apocalypse and you tell me this?!” Five’s voice escalated to a shout.

“You’re tell me I couldn’t have done anything for them?! We have powers, I can bend time at will! Yet you attempted nothing.”

The lines between Five and his future-self blurred as he could feel his anger slip away from his grasp. He couldn’t tell anymore where he ended and where the founder began. Maybe they were both the same person, simply himself screaming in an echo-chamber of blame, self-loathing, and grief.

“Take it easy on him, Five.” Lila placed a cautious hand on him, afraid he might cause himself—the founder, a heart attack.

Five shrugged Lila’s hand off. “Lila, this is between me and myself,” He angrily pointed at the founder, “so stay out of it.”

“This kugelblitz isn’t just something our family can escape out of in the nick of time, It is a giant trash compactor which is grinding up the universe, every single timeline, until nothing is left.”

“So, tell me how to stop it!” Five shouted at himself, knuckles turning white as he gripped the railings of the bed in fury.

The faint whirring of the machine picked up as the founder gasped for breath, “Whatever you do,” He choked, “Don’t save the world.”

The heart monitor beat faster and faster until it finally gave out, echoing a resounding ‘beep’ throughout the bunker. The founder’s eyes fluttered shut as he finally left existence. Somewhere in the fall from life to death, he is greeted by an open sea, warm sand, and you, a version of you. As he lifted his arms to embrace death, he had no regrets, he could finally just be.

In the reality that slowly crumbled from the pressure of the paradox, Five watched in horror, panic, and a sliver of envy as he died. He left himself with more questions and more problems than he could possibly carry, already buckling under the weight of losing you and potentially losing his entire family.

“Five!” He exclaimed, hoping that the sheer urgency and fury in his voice would wake him back up. His voice betrayed him by cracking in grief as he witnessed another death today.

Lila put a finger to the neck of the man, searching around for a pulse that already faded. “He’s dead Five.” She stated.

Five closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tightening the metaphorical reins around his emotions further. He just needed to control it for a second more, just a second.

“Can I have the room?” Five quietly asked Lila.

She shook her head reluctantly in reply, “I don't think I should leave you two alone.” Lila knew that whatever emotional state Five was in was at a tipping point. Although he was rational and cold, almost to the point of psychopathy, every man had a limit, and she did not want to test out Five’s.

“Lila, I need the room.” Five begged, head hung low in defeat.

Lila looked at him one more time before stepping out of the bunker. Five was stubborn in his beliefs and action. Maybe she could afford to trust him a little bit and give him some space. If worst came to worst, the suitcase was still outside waiting for her.

Five sighed as he stared at the founder, his peaceful expression staring back at him like a warped mirror. Was this really his future? Was this his last apocalypse? Did he even want to end up here, dependent on machinery and this hollow empty bunker? Maybe he went mad somewhere in the future, maybe he ready went mad with the unlucky hand of cards god gave him.

 Five felt ready to collapse in a heap, crumbling to the point of dust and ash just like humanity in the first apocalypse he saw, but his feet betrayed there as he still stood. He was cursed with near-immortality, fated to witness everyone he loves die in his hands before he dies with no one but himself and Lila in an empty bunker.

A part of Five wanted to fight back with the eagerness of 13-year-old him sprinting to the future. He wanted to recklessly defy any orders elderly gave him and reach for the endless skies, uncaring to whatever repercussions it might bring. He wanted to try and run through time and space, blissfully unaware that he’d never come back unscathed for dinner. He wanted to save the world again for his family, for you.

Another part of Five was so, so tired. With the weariness of a 58-year-old man he wanted nothing but to lie down and rest. He felt like Atlas, forced to carry the weight of the world on his weary shoulders. As blisters formed on his feet and dents formed on his shoulders, he wanted nothing more than to stop running, stop moving, and finally collapse. He couldn’t care less if his end was graceful or not, all he wanted was silence from the world and from himself. He wanted to be selfish for once and finally rest.

Two parts of himself fought in Five’s inner turmoil, almost tearing him apart. He could feel himself slipping away and falling back to his own personal hell, an exact recreation of the apocalypse 45 years ago made by his own mind. The ash almost felt suffocating as his naïve lungs inhaled the smoke in a panic. The concrete felt harsh on his uncalloused hands as he dug through the ruins of his home.

Five didn’t realize he was moving until his back hit the wall. The soft impact on his back grounded a segment of him but it wasn’t enough, his hands still clambered through his jacket. He gasped and focused on the square tile of the wall in front of him, quickly discarding his jacket and loosening his tie to breathe. He focused on the dents of the panel that were painted in white, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth.

He discarded all of his thoughts, clinging onto the white paneled wall, until the box that was in his jacket hit the floor in a clatter. He forced himself to look away from the wall and look at the box on the floor. It wasn’t covered in soot and rubble, it was fine. He was fine.

He kneeled over and picked up the box, gently tracing the soft velvet edges of the last thing you left him with. He rolled it with his hands, inspecting the front and back of it. Five had never seen it with you before and deducted that it must have been something you found in the ruins of the commission. Five gently pried it open, revealing the glimmering silver ring nestled inside, protected from the harm of the universe collapsing in on itself.

The shining reflection of the diamond ring lit something inside of him, perhaps an ember of perseverance, and as much as a part of him wanted to give up, he raised his tired arms to protect the ember to let it become a flame, it didn’t matter if it would burn through him.

He flipped the box shut before approaching the founder with a new-found determination.

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DREAMLAND MASTERLIST

chapter one: the green eyes

It was a normal night for y/n when she found herself dreaming her at her favorite vegan place to only meet a cute boy with piercing breathtaking green eyes, the unknown person was Aidan Gallagher.

chapter two: library fun

It was supposed to be just a simple hang out, nothing else but than y/n got bored and decided to push Aidan to the breaking point and when he was about to use her she wakes up

chapter three: drunk confessions

It was at Robert’s party that y/n and Aidan finally meet, but because of the alcohol they’re not thinking straight, when Aidan was walking them some place isolated he runs into Bella, Robert’s goddaughter and she’s not happy to know he was her best friends soulmate.

chapter four: loving your soul

It’s was two weeks after the party where y/n and Aidan officially met in the real world, but the dream they shared was about to be full of punishments turn into love making after both y/n and Aidan bare their souls to each other, what will become of them in the real world when they have unprotected sex?

chapter five: social buzz

Aidan finally convinced y/n to make socials for everyone to follow her, what happens people started to give her negative attention, would she feel like it’s too much for her or would she let the attention get to her and starting to avoid Aidan?

chapter six: the news

Y/n figured out she’s pregnant, she tries to hide it from the fans not wanting to get more hate, but what happens when the fans finds out? Will she handle everything?

chapter seven: the nightmare

Two months into the pregnancy, y/n felt a sharp pain in her stomach, than see felt liquid running down her legs, she realize the liquid substance was red, to her horror she goes to Aidan and he takes her to the er, and when they receive the news that she’s had miscarriage it shattered y/n to the point she gets depressed, how will Aidan help his lover?

chapter eight: therapy animal

After a month of being depressed, aidan had y/n go to therapy to talk about the miscarriage, one day when she come home. She finds toys for an animal lining the pathway to the living room where there a box, aidan bought home a puppy, will this cure her depression? Making her feel like they have a kid?

chapter nine: surprise

after months of grieving of the first child, the pair try again, after their six time, they receive the news about being pregnant, would they be able to keep this pregnancy or would it turn out like the last one?

chapter ten: happily ending

Finally, the wedding had come, with their new addition to the family, they decided to have a wedding. It’s time to bind their souls with everyone to witness, even dealing with the baby blues it’s the best day of y/n’s life, marrying the man she loved so dearly.

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