#Y/n x Aidan Gallagher

[dorthea07]

~ Marry Me ~

Background: The Story of Aidan x Y/n. Warnings: Short.

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~ Age 10 ~

On the set of Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, Dawn, Y/n plays an extra that Aidan had grown quite attached to.

They had become fast friends over their love of music and became inseparable since then, often found together during breaks.

A small Aidan sat next to an even smaller Y/n on a small sofa in an RV. 

Y/n held a book in her hands as she read with her head resting on his shoulder. Aidan’s head rested against hers as he closed his eyes, memorizing the way her head moved slightly when she breathed.

“Y/n?” Aidan whispered just barely above a mumble like whisper.

“Hmm?” Y/n responded, flipping to the next page of her book.

“Will you marry me?”

“Aidan, we are too young,” Y/n giggled slightly, not looking up from her book. “Ask me when we’re older.”

“I will,” Aidan smiled softly.

“You’ll forget,” Y/n teased.

“I doubt it. I could never forget wanting to marry you.”

~ 10 Years Later ~

Aidan stood next to his beautiful girlfriend on a wooden dock with no railings.

The wind blew her hair gently behind her as he took in her features, memorizing them all and converting them to memory.

“Well, I think it’s the right time,” Aidan finally says after a long moment or so of silence and staring at you staring at the ocean.

“The right time for what?” Y/n raises an eyebrow, turning her head to look at him.

“This,” Aidan smiles softly as he gets down on a knee in front of her.

Y/n’s eyes widen and she covers her mouth with both of her hands in pure shock. Tears prick at her eyes, begging to run down her face.

“We’ve been together for forever,” Aidan starts with a smile, pulling a small black box out of his coat pocket. “I never forgot that day on set where I asked you to marry me at ten. You had told me to ask when we got older and claimed I would forget. I never did.”

He opened the small black box to reveal a small diamond ring that sparkled brightly as the sun reflected off it.

“I’ve loved you for forever and I want to keep loving you forever,” Aidan smiles, taking the ring out of the box to present to you. “I can’t imagine my life without you. Y/n Y/l/n, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Tears fell from her eyes as she frantically nodded her head. 

“Yes,” Y/n smiles wide. “My answer is yes. I’ll marry you.”

Aidan smiles softly as he slips the diamond ring onto her finger before standing back up.

“It’s perfect,” Y/n looks at the ring for a second and then up at Aidan, who is still staring at her.

She places both of her hands on the sides of his face as he places his hands on her hips.

“I love you,” Y/n smiles.

“And I love you,” Aidan smiles before capturing her lips in an enchanting kiss.

[thecordelialetters]

I’ll love you in every multiverse I Five Hargreeves x Reader

WC: 1,791

Post Apocalypse Au! ( Yes Im writing another one )

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Summary: The Umbrella’s can understand jumping through time and all its rules, yeah fuck with the timeline and it’ll fuck you right back. But what happens when a portal opens up in the middle of the academy and outfalls a girl who claims to be Five’s wife from a different universe.

Disclaimer: This takes place after season one if Viktor didn’t blow up the moon.

The Umbrella Academy had saved the world from its supposed end. The siblings had lounged around the academy slowly letting reality set that they had avoided their demise. It was the next morning when each of them woke up to check their surroundings, making sure that doomsday wasn’t there.

Five went downstairs for his morning coffee when he saw Allison scrolling for flights on her phone and Klaus checking where was the next place he could buy drugs.

“Leaving so soon?” He questioned.

Allison looked up at him although happy to see her brother, guilty because he was right.

“I have to go see my daughter. After everything that has happened I need her now just as much as she needs me.”

Five nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from, although a little irked she wasn’t wasting any time running away.

A loud zap was heard and wind swirled toward the top of the room. A red portal had opened above the living room. The rest of the siblings (Luther, Viktor, Diego) had rushed down to see what the loud noise was. It was deja vu, like when Five had returned for the first time. In the portal, they could see a fight happening. Figures that had looked like them in a place that looked like their home. A woman’s back came close to the portal, they could see she was in combat but stood observing. Another man who they couldn’t identify, rushed forward and pushed the woman through the portal.

A girl who looked to be in her early twenties had fallen through. Her face was covered in soot, her hair black as night, and her eyes closed in pain. She was wearing a navy body suit that clung to her figure, and blood, not her own, stained the fabric.

The Hargreeves gathered around to observe this strange phenomenon trying to assess the danger. They were so used to people being against them, so why would this time be different.

You coughed loudly before sitting up, and each sibling tensed with adrenaline. The girl looked around the room with blazing blue eyes before she landed on the youngest Hargreeves.

“Five?” you questioned.

Everyone turned to look at Five.

Luther spoke up first, “You know her?”

“I have never met her in my life.” Five retorted.

The girl dusted off her suit before standing. “Well if you never met me, you either will meet me or I’m dead in this universe.”

“The names y/n , y/n Hargreeves.”

“I don’t remember our father adopting anyone else,” Diego said. He raised his knives, carefully ready to strike at any move she would make.

“That’s because I wasn’t adopted into this family. Married actually.” And with this, she held up her left hand, a beautiful diamond ring shone in the light with a gold band beneath it. The diamond was embellished with 2 smaller emeralds on the side, perhaps representing her lover’s eyes.

“Married? To who.” Viktor questioned.

“To him.” She looked back at Five.

“Well not to him, an alternate version of him. We met a few years ago and got married, nice seeing the family again,” she nodded her head towards the siblings.

“So what are you saying you guys are married in a different timeline?” Klaus asked.

“No, not a different timeline, a different universe.” She sat down on the couch.

Your brain felt like it was rattling against your skull, and your body ached. You took a minute to think. Fuck, it was going to be difficult to get back to your Earth, and to make things better you had no idea where to start.

“Alright before you all start firing questions at me, someone get me a cup of coffee, black please.” You threw a jacket that hung over the couch on you to hide the state of your clothes. "Allow me," The alternate of your husband said. Five quickly blinked the two of you into the car and began to drive, leaving his brothers and sisters dumbfounded. "So you and I, are married in another multiverse."

"Correct." "You look to be about my age, how come I haven't met you yet here." Surely he would remember someone as beautiful as you. "Well it's as I said, my version here could be dead or you might not have met her yet. That being said although 18 out of the 20 multiverses I have visited, we are together." "And the other two?" "In Earth 216, we are strangers, never have crossed paths, and never will. We simply live our lives with other people." Five's eyebrows furrowed. For some reason even if he didn't know you, he didn't like the idea of you with someone else. "In Earth 894, we were madly in love but our egos destroyed us, and we were never the same since." Five could tell there was more to that story but didn't press any further. "So tell me about us, how did we end up together." "I was Diego's friend first, he and I met in the police force. Diego kinda took me under his wing as I was the youngest graduate out of the academy. Perks of having a high IQ." Five raised his eyebrow at that. "Anyways, he invited me over after your father's funeral. " "Long story short, you fell in love with my charms and I was the only one who could tolerate you. We got married not too long after. It was a small wedding but it's my most precious memory. Our families had gathered together at the church no too far away from here. You cried on our wedding day by the way." Inciting a side glare from Five.

"But...that's where we had some problems." "Do you remember when I fell out of that portal?" Five nodded his head remembering seeing a fight in the alternate dimension. "Well, apparently some of the 43 are not too happy about their powers, nor happy about living among the common people, they believed themselves superior and it became chaos." The two of you arrived at Griddys. Five walked over to the side of your door and opened it for you. "Thank you, darling." You said with a smile. Five's heart spiked at the nickname. He shook his head at the feeling, obviously, it's just what you were used to calling YOUR Five. The two of you sat at the counter and ordered your coffees and sweets. You signed before pulling out a small stack of photos from inside your suit. "This is us and your family." The photo was a picture of you and Five on your wedding day. Five had never looked so happy. Beside him was Luther who he assumed was his best man, next to him was Viktor, Diego, and a man who looked like you. You must have caught his staring, "That's my brother Damien." He nodded and looked beside you. You were wearing a long white dress with intricate lacing, the dress was strapless with a square neckline and had a small slit on the side. Your veil was flipped over your head and flowed down your back. Beside you, was Allison as your maid of honor and two other women who he assumed were your friends. You weren't looking at the camera but at him. The next picture you gave him was a close-up of the two of you. You were the one taking the photo. His alternate self was older and had longer hair and facial hair, but he faced your side kissing your cheek affectionately. "This is my favorite photo of you." You handed him another photograph but this one didn't have you in it. This one was a picture of just Five and in his arms a little girl. She looked like you. Five gulped, a million questions ran through his head. Could this... could this have been his future if he didn't make that stupid jump? You said that not all multiverses are the same, you and him could never meet in this one. But that didn't stop his heart from hurting at the thought of missing out on a life of happiness because of his arrogance. "Before you jump to conclusions, she's not ours. She's my niece that we were babysitting. You just looked so sweet with her. You had always told me you wanted kids before but I wasn't ready." You had looked away sadly. In your home, Five always wanted to settle down and raise a family of his own, but you felt like you weren't ready. Now you regretted not because you weren't sure if you would ever be able to get back home. The two of you sat in silence drinking your coffee, both thinking about the what-ifs. "So...how did you end up here. I've been able to time travel but I've never thought about the possibility of multi-dimensional traveling." "As I said there was a fight between us, your family, and some of the 43. They called themselves the Ascendants. Believe to be the superior race." You took a deep breath before continuing. "The Ascendants had a man who could travel the multiverse with his own power, no special gear or machine need. We had planned to capture him but miscalculated. He was ready for us and he aimed to take out me, his biggest threat."

You took another breath before looking into Five's eyes. "I can warp reality. It is essentially in the name. I can manipulate reality itself, altering the fabric of existence according to my will." "But not without a cost," you continued. "Each time I control something, and the bigger it is, the more of my life force I use." Five sat in silence. This was a lot of information to take in. "So what now. How do I help you get back home." "I have...no clue. You were always the smarter one of the two of us. You were the one who had built the machine, of course before it was destroyed when Viktor took out the house." You sighed. It was going to take a lot of research and time to figure it out. "Well, I'm newly retired and have nothing on my plate so let's start at the library." He hopped off the stool and made his way to the door. "You coming?" He said turning to look at you. You smiled, he was a great man. Even if this Five wasn't your husband you loved him no matter what. You ran up looping your arm in his making your way out of Griddy's. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ Pt 2 of this story is out now!

Author's note: I got tons of drafts just full of ideas I've had and never gone through with. I've been rewatching the MCU films and Spiderverse so that was kinda my inspiration for this one. If you like my work check out my other Five stories here! I also always appreciate comments and feedback! It definitely keeps me going. She's my Angel Pt1. Shes my Angel Pt2.

[meyrinn-revery]

Five Hargreeves

The Umbrella Academy - Season 4

I was impatiently waiting for season 4 of The Umbrella Academy !

Season 3 having disappointed me a little, I had high hopes for season 4. And, although I found it indeed better than the previous one (even if season 2 remains my favorite), there are still things that disturb me.

The actors are still good, nothing to say about that ! But I don't understand what the writers did. 😅

I don't find the same Five as in seasons 1 and 2, I have the impression that he has changed his personality. Same for Lila : where is the badass Lila from previous seasons ?!

Even if I wasn't particularly a fan of the Diego/Lila couple; the Five/Lila couple doesn't disappoint me as it is the case for most fans of the series, but it disturb me a little.

Their enemies-to-friends thing was funny enough, but seeing them as a couple (while Lila is with Diego and they have kids 💀, and Five has been fucking a mannequin since before I was born) makes things a little weird.

And I'm sure that for everyone who had a crush on Five or just on Aidan, the kiss scene must have been particularly painful. 😭

We already didn't like seeing him with Dolores ! But the worst part is that I love Lila too much to cry watching them kiss.

All that remains is to cancel the wedding, girls ! 😢

I wish good luck to everyone who writes Five x Y/n (etc) fanfiction, because I don't know how you're going to explain that.

[mekochansblog]

Missed me?

Five Hargreeves x reader

You were walking around the house, who’s house you didn’t know. It’s been a while since you’ve seen your husband. You don’t remember how you got here, but you do remember seeing a bright light the last time you closed your eyes. You remember waking up and you were surrounded with a beautiful house and an amazing view. Also two kids, whose kids? You got a clue that they were yours, since they did look like you and your husband. It felt like time didn’t move here. Everyday felt like a blessing to you. With your kids and doing things you couldn't, it was fun. You went towards the kitchen and started making lunch for you and your children when all out of sudden you heard a crash. You jumped in fright and ran towards the crash, you heard your kid screaming for you. You panicked more and ran faster. You skidded and almost crashed into a desk and panted and looked around in panic. Your oldest son Eugene looked at you with panic. His emerald eyes widening at the sight of two men fighting. You waved your hand at Eugene letting him know to not involve himself with whoever it was that was fighting. You somehow were able to seperate the two men. Once you did you saw their faces. Your eyes widened at the lanky man and a bulk man?

“Who are you guys?” you whisper.

 The men stopped fighting and looked at you. They looked at you confused. Not knowing why you were here when they haven’t met another person that also interacted. Eugene came from where he was hiding and put a protective hand around you. That’s when the two men saw Eugene. He resembled Five so much. Looked like him too.

“Five?” they said in synch.

Your eyebrows furrowed hearing your husband’s name. You turned to look at your son and realize why they said your husband’s name. You were about to correct them when the lanky man walked slowly towards Eugene.

“F…Five how did you…. Did dad kill you too?” He gasped out.

You blink your eyes multiple times at what he said. Hold up what? What is going on that he said that to your son. You stood in front of the lanky man and lightly pushed him away from your son.

“How did you..I.. I don’t know who you are but his name is Eugene Hargreeves…he’s my son….. His father is Five Hargreeves…” You murmur, scared that this person knew your husband.

The lanky person looks at you and then at Eugene, he does a double take and then lets out a breathy laugh clapping his hands. You looked at him like he was deranged not knowing what was happening. You looked at the other guy and he just smiled at you awkwardly. You give him a weak smile. The muscle man then lets you know where you are. You passed away, in the apocalypse in the arms of the man that had your heart. Your eyes blinked, you shook your head, your eyes started to tear up. You didn’t want to believe it. He was lying. You were alive and living. You were living with your two kids. Your 15 year old son and your 6 year old daughter. You covered your mouth to stop the sobs that were about to come out. Your knees buckled and your son held you before you actually fell down on the ground. 

It was a lie.

This life was a lie.

You were dead.

Your kids weren’t real.

This felt like a nightmare.

You finally let out a sob. You shook your head and with your head trembling you banged on the floor with your fists. Your son held you and grabbed your hands. You wanted to push him away but how could you. He was still your son whether it was real or not. You raised him. He was here in this world when you got here too. He was just an infant and you raised him. He was your son whether it was all a hallucination or not. You looked at the lanky man and with a trembling voice you asked.

“Who… who are you?” 

The lanky man looked at you and then looked at the big buff guy. They had a silent discussion with each other but then the buff guys looked at you and bent down to your height. He gave you a nervous smile and with one last look at the lanky man he put out a hand out for you to shake.

“My name is Luther and this here is Klaus we are… Well, Five is our brother.”

You stared at them. You knew trying to look for a resemblance was futile due to Five being adopted. You knew it was also useless asking them questions about your husband. Well unless they have been with him for the past who knows how many years you have been here, but it wouldn't hurt to ask still.

“How… How is he? Has he been eating? Taking care of himself? Did he save you guys from the apocalypse?” 

You fired out questions. You knew you needed answers. You wanted to know how your husband was after you passed away. Who knows how his mind worked when you passed away. Klaus looked at Luther and he let out a nervous laugh. Oh great he was doing a shit job at taking care of himself, you thought. You put a hand out to stop him before he told you how he was and quickly ran towards your room to change. You looked in your closet for some clothes that will be comfortable to fight and move around. You glanced at an eggshell white puffy shirt. It had ruffles on the neck and it was a shirt that was thin so you wouldn't get hot easily. You quickly grabbed it and put it on while you looked to see what bottoms would go with it. You saw a black skirt that went all the way to a bit past your knees. It was snuggled on the waist but became flare at the end. You held it up a bit to put on a knife holster and a gun one. You didn't know what would happen but you wanted to be safe. You then froze. What about your children?

What would happen to them if you decided to go with your brothers-in-law? Will they still exist? Will they disappear once you leave? That's it you can leave with them. You close your eyes and with a shaky sigh put on some knee high socks and small 3 inch heel boots. You let out a deep breath and headed to where your family was. Klaus glanced at you and blinked his eyes. You looked ready to murder. Maybe that's why Five was so in love with you. He did describe you as someone that was strong and skilled when they both went on that crazy adventure to find his mother. Luther stared at you and then gave you a nervous smile worried on his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to go in a skirt if we could take you?”

You looked at him up and down. 

“I could tear you apart if I wanted. Don't test my limits just because of a lousy skirt.”

You remarked. Luther blinked multiple times and just nodded his head slowly. Eugene came holding Evangeline and gave you a soft smile. Coming to hug you and give you a peck on the cheek. Your smile was watery while you hugged your kids tight. You gave each a kiss on the forehead how you used to do every time you put them to bed. 

“Los amo demasiado. Los volveré a ver en el futuro. Okay take care of each other.”

You whimpered. Trying not to cry but a small tear fell. You then gave them another kiss and turned towards Klaus and Luther, but you only saw Luther standing them crying. You gave him a confused look and tried to look around hoping to see your other brother-in-law. When you got close to Luther you questioned him.

“Where’s Klaus?”

Luther looked at you and held your hand. You took one last glance at your kids and they waved at you while all you did was blow them a small kiss. Luther then let you know that Klaus can come back from the dead and was probably back with the family. You nodded your head and then started walking with him. Where? You don't know and don't ask, just let him guide you. He started asking questions about how life was here in the afterlife. You responded to the questions. You weren’t going to lie, you did love it here, it was peaceful, no apocalypse and you had your kids, but you did tell him you miss Five. After walking for a while you saw that Luther was flickering. You grew worried and panic started to settle into your body. You were scared he was leaving you. 

Out of nowhere he did dissapear. That's when you  full blown panic. You walked around not too far from where he disappeared. You screamed out his name, you started gasping and tried to catch your breath but nothing. Out of nowhere luther falls from the sky and falls with a big thump. You froze and just stared at him.

“Did they kill you again? Does your family not like you or what?”

You confusedly questioned him. All he did was groan and you hesitantly let out a hand to try to help him up. Which was a bad mistake due to him putting all his weight and making you fall also. He mumbled an apology and you just shook your head at him. You fidgeted with your fingers and looked at him expecting for him to tell you what happened. When he was about to tell you an elevator suddenly appeared out of nowhere. You both glanced at each other and held out his arm for you to hold. You gave him a small nod and held it. You both walked in and the elevator doors closed.

You both were blinded with a bright light, but it all faded when the doors opened. First Luther took cautious steps and he nodded his head for you to also take some steps out of the elevator. You took slow steps and looked around. You saw more people turn around and then that's when you saw him. Your husband.

“F…Five?”

Five turned around and his eyes widened. His mouth opened and closed like a fish and he just stared at you. His eyes got teary and his lips trembled, but he pursed his lips together in case he let out a sob. You slowly walked towards him and you blink fast but your face was already sticky from the silent tears that were slowly falling down your eyes. Five started to walk towards you until he was in front of you and he grabbed you so fast and held you. That's when you heard him break down. Your husband, the one person you know that will always put his walls up from everyone, was crying. Five was so relieved, he left like he hasn't seen you since forever, when in reality it's been around 2 months. He breathed in your smell and he let out a teary laugh. He touched you everywhere hoping he wasn't dreaming. 

“You.. i.. I can… where… you..”

He sobbed. He couldn't let out a sentence without being a blubbering mess. You smiled fondly and held his cheek.

“Shh, shh i know i'm here. I miss you so much amor.”

You quietly cried out. He let out another teary laugh this one with so much emotion. His siblings stared at his brother and the woman. The person he was showing so much affection and love towards. Klaus smiled tearily and pulled al his siblings aside. Five looked at you and finally gave you a meaningful and loving kiss. One you found yourself lost in.

“Thats Five’s wife.”

He mumbled quietly to not disturbed the sweet and long moment he knew his brother deserved.

 This is what you needed.

 Your husband. 

The love of your life.

 Your soulmate. 

Five finally kissed you and you sighed in bliss. You finally were in your husband arms again. 

[ballerinarina]

LOVE ON SUBWAYS AND TAGETES

FIVE HARGREEVES X Fem!OC

Synopsis: On Christmas, Five and Lila manage to return to their timeline after seven years of living together, lost. Izabela notices that something is strange, but it is only when Diego and Five engage in a discussion with confessions that she realizes that she has been betrayed. While everyone heads to the van to prevent the end of the world, Izabela asks for a few minutes alone with Five to settle things, dot the i's and cross the t's; Word Count: 3.2k Tags: spoilers, angst, cheating, fluff, slightly canon divergence (but Lila x Five/end of S4 still happened)

Note: It's been years since I tried to write something (and I never tried to do it in English before), but I hope it worked out! You can listen to the FANFIC PLAYLIST HERE and here you can read about my OC, but it's perfectly enjoyable to read it knowing nothing about her, or imagining youself in her place! I wrote thinking that they both look ± 20 years old. Please enjoy and tell me what you think! ♡

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Something was off, Izabela could tell as soon as her eyes fell on Five. The boy had never been the really outgoing, smiling or affectionate type, but at that moment he didn't even seem present in Diego's living room. His unstable and lost look, the worried wrinkle on his forehead and a tense and insincere return of affection when Izabela welcomed him into the kitchen with a hug put her on alert.

It had always been easy for her to read him, but a hint of confusion seemed to be beeping in her mind now. Keeping her distance and giving him space — at least until he could organize his own thoughts —Izabela was sitting on the arm of the sofa next to her husband, without touching him, just with her senses attentive and worried as she observed him like an enigma.

A tired sigh escapes her mouth as she foresees that Five's anxious restlessness combined with Luther's comments about the apocalypse could only result in nothing good. It was Christmas Day and, from the bottom of her heart, as unlikely as it was, Izabela was wishing that the end-of-the-world problems had magically resolved themselves — or at least been paused, as the previous moments of tranquility seemed to suggest. Not unexpectedly, they were not, so sure enough: as soon as she gets up and heads to the kitchen, mentally using the excuse of taking the Brazilian mayonnaise salad out of the fridge to get away from the depressing subject, she hears Five's stressed voice picking a fight with his brothers.

Escaping the realization of the apocalypse as an existence in her mind (for the fourth time) was her goal as she grabbed the tray and the dishes, trying to distract herself from Diego and Five's argument. With the kitchen right in the next room, the attempt was naive and failed: Izabela could feel the anxiety rising up her spine. She had never seen her husband so hopeless, but not even for a second found this behavior strange among the others. She herself couldn't take it anymore and, good heavens, she hated loud noises, hated missing Christmas, hated her brothers fighting — even though she wasn't much less temperamental than them —, hated not understanding what was happening to Five, and, most of all, hated the end of the world.

She opened and closed the drawers of that house that wasn't hers on impulse, more as an outlet than really interested in finding cutlery to serve the mayonnaise, when she felt her body freeze at the sound of Diego's voice cutting through the air.

“Is something going on between you two?”

Below her, the sought-after steel spoons and forks gleamed, reflecting her pale face and no longer showed interest in any meal.

“Diego…”

“Holy shit!”

In her ears, Five's silence pierces more than any of those sharp knives could. Refusal is the modus operandi that Izabela's mind immediately activates, only retaining strength amidst the shock to slightly shake her head in denial to herself. She thinks she must have misunderstood, sharpens her ears, holds back her despair. But no.

Five and Lila were having an affair.

To Izabela's anguish, Diego and his wife's voices were the last things she wanted to hear, but they were the ones talking, talking, talking amidst the suffocating silence that settled over the house like a funeral, squeezing her chest and leaving her breathless. Five and Lila were together.

Why? Was that why Five was acting strange? How had she not noticed before? When had she lost her husband? At what point had Five stopped being the person she trusted most in the world? In what world had she stopped being the person he trusted most? Why hadn’t he told her himself? Had she done something wrong?

“Yeah. You think I’m gonna buy that bullshit?”

Not even noticing when it began a state of near hyperventilation, Izabela's breathing only catches when Five's voice finally silences her thoughts:

“She’s telling the truth, all right? We got lost. We couldn’t find our way back.”

“We were searching for seven years, Diego…”

A gasp. No. No, no, no — it is horror what gradually fills every cell of Izabela's body, like blood spreading across a carpet.

Seven years. The pieces fit together almost in slow motion in her head, with her mouth half open, wanting to cry, but unable to emit even a single sob. It is towards the open door that her body turns without even needing an order, but it is her own steps that seem to weigh a thousand tons, and it is on the threshold that she stops once again. Leaning on the doorpost, without the courage to step outside and face her husband. Her husband, from whom she had lost seven whole years.

“We were chased, attacked, shot at…”

Each of Lila's words of explanation numbs her from afar as they settle into her diaphragm like stones. As if 45 years without Five hadn't been enough. As if the imminent end of times wasn't enough. It all sets up a scenario so desperate that it turns all sadness into apathetic disgust on her tongue.

Claire’s interruption comes like a ghost that straightens her posture and wipes away the moisture that escaped as it pooled in her eyes. Pursing the lips in bitterness, the information of Ben’s location is an almost physical reminder to Izabela that, whether she likes it or not, she will have to be part of the Umbrella Academy once again, so repressing all this futile conflict is her only option at the moment.

Swallowing the feelings, however, doesn't take away the agony in her heart and, with a shaky sigh trying to regain her composure, she fails to maintain the cool when her eyes meet the back of Five's figure as she enters the room. More than ever, Izabela wants to be practical, to go prevent the end of the world once and for all while stifling any thoughts about this terrifying situation playing with her head, but she knows she would never be able to win any fight like that. In a mirror of her unconscious distress, she exchanges glances with Klaus, the only one on the couch who noticed her in the corner of the room. "I just need a few minutes. Please." he doesn't need words to understand and, with a certain pity, he doesn't hesitate to stand up and encourage the rest of the family towards the van, distracting them with some Klaus-style comment that Izabela honestly can't process.

Feeling her presence as he had for so many years in his past, Five turns around, meeting Izabela's gaze, who mentally catalogues the worst nausea she has ever been condemned to feel when looking at her husband and wondering if she finds a stranger there. The eyes trying not to run over every detail of that face only now notice how much sadder and tired it seems compared to the last time she outlined his features. The silence traps them in a trance in which she finds herself unable to think of anything to say, until she hears the living room door slam, looking away at it and noticing that it was closed. The boy sighs and purses his lips; they were alone.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Is it true? Everything Lila said?” going back to stare at him, the words slip through her mouth, almost like an escape “Did I miss seven years of you?”

“All this time I tried to come back, Izabela…”

A quick shake of her head, Izabela crosses her arms in a tic. What he tries to justify, with such a cautious voice, had never been the question for her.

“I believe you.” pause “And… even if it’s not true, Five. It’s been seven years.”

“Yeah.”

That wasn't the tightness in her chest. She knows Five well, she knows her brother and husband well, and knows how he had spent decades trying to return to his family before. Even if, at any time in these seven years, he had hesitated, Izabela would never have the arrogance to judge his willpower in the face of emptiness. No, her cholera is another. Trying to keep her voice serious, she feels that what she wants is not to fight, that unlike her brother Diego, her anger is not against Five but against everything in essence. She finds herself unable to rid herself of a deep desire to slit her throat, she bites her lip.

“Do you love her?”

“Bela…”

“Please.”

After so many years of the tradition of emotional constipation that has branched out in the family with half-truths and poorly spoken subjects, when Five holds his wife's gaze, he already knows that she would not accept him doing the same thing that Lila did to Diego. Avoiding the subject is the easiest thing to do, but Izabela, so emotional, has also always been the most logical Hargreeves in dealing with emotion, so he knows very well that she, while staring at his green irises so dejected and hesitant, prays for an honest answer.

“I do. I love her a lot, Bela.”

It is no less painful to hear what she already imagined she would hear: the mind seems to be in standby mode, slowly assimilating what so quickly pierced her heart. Trying hard to accept the new reality rationally, the only disturbance on her face is her eyebrows furrowing for just a second, struggling to suppress the urge to cry that rises in her throat, her gaze scanning the wall in the background and then turning back down.

“So you don’t love me anymore?”

Five perceives more of a statement than a question. He opens his mouth to try to answer, but then closes it, his face saddened and his voice not found before himself. It is when she does not hear a response that the so-called new reality hits Izabela, surrounding her in fear, making her look at him with a neutral voice and expression contrasting with her trembling pupils.

“Five… you don’t love me anymore?”

“That’s not fair to you…”

“No… Look.” her voice is dually firm, but by a thread, shivering him “Don't lie, but don't let me die without having that answer.”

If before the tension between the two could be described as funereal, it becomes even more so. The prospect of an imminent death coming out of Izabela's mouth is so strange to Five's ears that it hurts as if he were the one who lost seven years of his wife. Even in the midst of all the daily hopelessness in her life, when finding herself facing the end of times Izabela used to at least pretend to have faith. The lack of such works as a disillusionment for him. Despite having lost his own a few years ago, he only embodies this in himself when he realizes that not even Izabela thinks it is worth believing that she will have another chance to say what was not said.

“I couldn't.” the answer simply comes out of him due to the disturbance of perception “I couldn't stop loving you, even if it were a centenary, Bella. I've never stopped thinking about you, not for a single minute of these seven years.” Five shakes his head, lowering it, scared to finally verbalize anything at all about the subject, especially to the person he was most afraid of doing. He barely feels room to hate how he stutters, lost like just a boy. How he hesitates. “But… when…. when my heart started loving Lila… I had so much fear of coming back to you, precisely because not even for a moment I stopped loving you too.” his cheeks begin to get wet with the tears that throughout his life he has always repressed, but that only ever escaped in the presence of the girl in front of him “Coming back to you meant concretize it, and that's not fair to you, you... you know I'd rather rip my heart out with my own hands than hurt you. But I couldn't help myself…”

His greenish eyes, now so moist, return to Izabela and are surprised to notice what Five identifies as tenderness amidst the restrained and painful crying that accompanied his. Not that his wife wasn't towards him the most tender human being he had ever had the fortune to live with, but precisely because he had failed her so much, he knew he deserved her anger. What he receives, however, is the anguish in his chest intensifying when Izabela approaches and puts her forehead to his, cupping Five's cheeks in her hands and sighing a lament:

“Please. Tell me you still wanna stay with me.”

Silence, he gasps in agony.

“I don’t mind, Five.” Izabela feels as if she is short of breath, so much she longs for confirmation of her request. Any attempted neutrality was lost when the words of the husband, who's always so strong, made it clear how exhausted he seemed in the face of his own feelings. Five had been her weak point for as long as she could remember, and, knowing every comma of what once shaped his pain, being able to see it now makes her desperate, above all and any problem. “I lost seven years of you, Five, I… I almost lost you forever… Please. Maybe the world will end today, but if it doesn’t… Stay with me.

It shouldn’t be Izabela the one asking for anything in this scenario. But if Five still loves her — and, God, she can see that he does —, she finds herself willing to fight the feeling of humiliation tingling in every part of her body. More than anyone, she knows how much the boy believes in his core that he doesn’t deserve any mercy or love as payment for his countless past sins. Izabela sees his affliction before her and, as she has done all her life, she could never give up on her husband like that. He gasps with his brows furrowed, trying to hold back his tears, when a sudden flash illuminates the girl’s mind, that finally sees the edge of the inevitable abyss in which she finds herself.

“Even if… even if you stay with her too… Just… don’t leave me…”

Such insensate words being uttered set up the exact moment when Five breaks, nodding his head in despair and wrapping Izabela's waist in a frightening fragility — which she herself would never have expected to witness in him on a day and in a mood like the one they were experiencing —, marking the beginning of a salty, bereft and hasty kiss, with neither having any idea on who did it.

The bodies of each spouse, once accustomed to kissing for hours on end, this time witnessed an emotional suffocation that soon left them short of breath. Five finds his reason trapped in Izabela's incongruity, who even facing a scenario like the apocalypse and the most logical devastation of what she should feel for him, still thinks and utters such an altruistic and utopian possibility. It is uncomfortable. Hiding his wet face in the girl's shoulder, he hugs her tightly and she immediately clings to him, wrapping her arms around his nape and trying to find in the fingers that intertwine in his locks any physical difference that would mark the years that have passed in him.

“I shouldn't do this to you.”

“No. No. Five.”

“Izabela, it's not fair” he tries to repeat it for the third time, but she interrupts him and repeats herself too:

“And I don’t mind. Damn, Five... You survived. You came back to me. And if loving her kept you alive... That’s… that’s okay with me.” If Izabela is honest with herself, she admits how every word she utters never fails to sound absurd to her. Jealous since she was a child, she deeply hates finding herself in this scenario and, yes, she wants to at least scream in rage. The truth, however, is still intrinsic to every sentence she is saying, no matter how strange it may sound to herself. Faced with this situation, greater than all the rage she feels is the memory of her husband alone for 45 years with the only trace of what he believed to be love coming from deliriums about a broken mannequin — this is what makes her sicker than any unusual situation of infidelity. The realization that Five saw himself once again in front of the horror that has endured his entire life fades any absurdity in the impulsive words she has been speaking, because it is replaced with the relief that at least this time he was not alone. He, in reflex, hugs her tighter, fearing this being a lie. It is with the man she loves most so fragile in her arms that she reaches the certainty that, if in order to survive in the midst of despondment, Five needed to find love — human, real —, her love for him can indeed overcome any other feeling she may feel in the face of it. Izabela pulls away from the hug, connecting her eyes with his and guiding her hand from his hair to his cheek, in a sweet caress accompanied by the melancholy of a weak smile. “When we save the world… Tell me about her. Tell me about you both.” in immediate reaction he frowns, a slight protest as if he assumes that this would only hurt her, but she continues “Five, I love your heart. And this… is part of it now… Let me know. We'll find a way.”

Five hesitates. Izabela is very good to him, always has been. He sees in the affectionate look she gives him the pain his wife is feeling, but he also sees how genuine she is in everything she says. The suffocating dilemma makes him want to die, hating to cause such displeasure to someone he loves so much, but it also makes him wonder if he has gone mad and is just trapped in a dream, so Kafkaesque was the dread he has felt of this moment for the last few years. He kisses her, briefly, leaning in with a sigh and praying in gratitude before joining their foreheads, nodding in agreement, agonized.

“Fuck, I missed you so much…”

“Good to have you back, Five.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Like the misfortune of flowers burning in a fire, Izabela, however, never gets to have Five lying with his head on her lap in a moment of affection, reciting about how much he loved her even from a distance. She also doesn't hear her husband's cautious voice telling her about the dangers that left his life hanging by a thread countless times during those years away, or about the unplanned feelings he experienced. She never had to get used to how their marriage would adapt when he sorted out his pending love with Lila, because such plans never came to fruition, just like the ones to sort out with his brother Diego.

The existence of this love, — of these loves — intertwined by the knots that constituted its universe, was eternally erased in two marigolds that, I like to believe, only survived the rebirth, the wind and the storm due to the hope and lull watered shortly before the end on the vestige of cherish that fought in the hearts of the two lovers.

Five and Izabela Hargreeves.

N/A: What do you think? I'd love to read your opinion!

[emelinexxxxx]

Please excuse any bad grammar or spelling mistakes and thank you so much if you even consider reading this as this is my first time writing anything really. 💗

(This is like a five x reader fanfiction kind of thing and please don't hesitate to message me on Pinterest - Emily x / nems_xxx - message me on Tumblr if you would like me to write any things like this for different umbrella academy scenes.)

You're head is heavy as you rest it on your husband's shoulder, both leaned against the tiled subway walls and your hands intertwined. The pile of blackened twigs and ashes that was once a fire was now long gone out and the train draws nearer. Five stood, pulling you to your feet and planting a soft kiss between your brows. "Let go back," he says between kisses, "to the greenhouse."

"The one with the strawberries?"

"Mhm, the little house and forests around it. We could stay there for a little while."

You pull away for a moment, "Wait, are you suggesting we give up? Just forget about the end of the world? The apocalypse?"

"Not give up. Just rest, sleep in a real bed, have a warm shower, take a break from this - from everything."

"Maybe. Just till we figure out a way to save the world."

He grins, oh I hate that smile you think to yourself. "What persuaded you?" he asks

"The strawberries." you reply, laughing as he plasters your face with kisses.

"They were good weren't they?"

"They were amazing."

The train slows to a stop and you step on, his arm falling around your waist as you nestle against each other on the rigid train seats. Like clockwork, as you have for the last six years. Six years and two days.

Somehow it feels longer than that, though still an insignificant amount of time compared to the apocalypse. You remembered first meeting him; clambering out of the rubble and debris, grime and tears staining your cheeks. You were only twelve, just a little kid, all alone in the end of the world. Until he found you. The two of you did everything together and you knew each other better than anyone. After forty five years utterly alone if it weren't for five, how could You not fall for him? It must be fate the two of you had told yourselves You grew old together and turned back into children together. Now looking at him you could see him falter a little, the weariness present in his green eyes. He looks at you for a moment, "Dolores?"

"Mhm?" you reply, meeting his gaze.

A small smile plays on his lips, "Just enjoying you." he pulls you into a kiss as the train pulls nearer to a halt and you stand up, foreheads pressed together as you smile shyly. The two of you have been married for somewhat forty one years but it still feels new and exciting, every joke hilarious, every little touch amazing. For some six years everything had been normal, and though neither of you had your powers it was worth it. Though as all good things do, it didn't last long. Now your trapped in time again. At least you're together.

At least you're together.

At least you're together. The exact thing the two have you have told yourselves every single day for six years. Six years with no human contact except one another. Shouldn't that prove it's fate? The two of you are destined to be together, in every timeline, ever since the day you met - ever since the end of the world. You twist the ring on your finger, the wrought metal and tiny glass shard gleaming. Five had wanted to give you a proper ring, you could remember him panicking about how it wasn't a real diamond or gemstone or was made of scrap metal and how you laughed as you cradled his perfect confused face. Because to you that ring was the most beautiful thing in the entire world, and you had never taken it off since then.

As you wake suddenly, the train slows to a halt beside another tiled subway station. The only difference between this and the last one is the spots of moss and coils of ivy that cover the grime coated stairs. You hurry off the train, tugging Five's hand as you race toward the greenhouse, him following in pursuit. Much as you loved each other, you both looked awful. Five's hair was unnaturally long and the stubble on his chin was oddly noticeable. Your own hair was tangled and unwashed, and your fingernails had half an inch of dirt trapped beneath them. A part of you felt guilty; when Five mentioned staying here a part of you agreed, wanted to give up and stay here, trapped in time as the rest of the world falls away. But that couldn't happen, you had seen the apocalypse and the bodies and you had heard the screams of the living. In that moment you could sense it, the small cloud of colours fading, their aura's faltering, insignificant in comparison to the horror they had felt. You were one person, they were billions.

[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

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

“Always.”

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, but never finished it. It’s an Aidan Gallagher x Black!fem!reader. Y/N is me tbh, I’ve been wearing wigs for the rest of my highschool days, and still do, because I didn’t like the way my natural hair is. And this is really for comfort, that when I do meet someone, I hope this is how they’d react.

Synopsis: You and the cast of The Umbrella Academy were invited into this huge event. And this is how I thought Aidan would react, when he finds out the love of his life, is going to wear a wig.

Today was the day.

It was the first time you had went with Aidan to an event together. So you’d have to look killer, ready to snatch people’s wig off when they saw you.

You had ordered a really stunning and gorgeous lace front wig. It was a light brown, with a hints of a light orange, in every other strand. So there was no way, in hell, you weren’t going to wear this today.

You hopped out of the shower, wrapping at towel around your body trying to keep warm from the cold air, facing the now foggy mirror, hearing a gentle knock at the door.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, just wanted to tell you, we have plenty off time before the event, so don’t rush.” You smile, cheekily, before saying, “Okay, thank you, Mother Em.” You can practically hear the eye roll, as she sighed and her she moved away from the bathroom door and descended down the stairs.

Y’know ever since you had been in the show with them, they have become almost like a second family to you. And you didn’t know what you’d if you haven’t meet the 7 of them.

And you also didn’t know what you’d do without having met Aidan. He was just…AHH. He was a lot of things that just couldn’t be put into words if you tried. It was damn-near impossible.

But if you tried, he was just an amazing person all ‘round. He was sweet, caring, kind, all that and more. And when he asked you out, you said, no. Only because you wanted to do it first, and he smiled and said ��yes,’ but he was secretly trying to calm his heart, after thinking you actually didn’t want to go out with him.

The first date was like something out of a fairytale, except not. He ordered take out and you both spent time hanging out at his house, watching movies on his laptop. It doesn’t sound much like a fairytale, but who said fairytales required magic and horse drawn carriages?

As long as you both had each other, it was more then perfect.

“Hey, (Y/N)? You done yet?”

“Oh! I’m done, my bad!”

You had rushed out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around you and you had went to the other bedroom to change into something cozy, and put your hair up into a silk bonnet.

Your really hair was nothing crazy, you did in fact take care of it, but in all honesty it was much easier to just have something styled and ready to wear for you, all you gotta do, is glue it to your head after putting makeup down on your wig cap. If I’m feeling cute, gather some baby hairs and swoop that shit.

Done. Did. Period.

Another stunning look.

And you’ve done it copious amounts of times, it was like second nature to you.

You walked out of the room, and went to sit on the couch in the living room, with Emmy and Elliot.

“Look who’s finally, out of the dungeon.” You gasp, and put a hand over your heart. “Excuse you, I was changing in there.”

“It took you damn-near thirty minutes. What were you doing? Giving yourself a full spa treatment?”

“No! But I’d be a liar, if I said, I didn’t need to one of these days.” You unlocked your phone going straight to the camera, looking at your face. “You guys gotta come with! I’ll treat everyone to a nice day at the spa.”

“That’s sweet. Thank you, (Y/N).” You smile, and give Elliot a side hug. “It is, but is she just trying to bribe us for using up all the hot water?” You roll your eyes toss a pillow at Em, but she blocks it with her hands. “Oh shut up!”

Not long after, the sun began to set and the moon rose, shiny brighter then ever. You had gone to Aidan’s home to change, as y’all had agreed upon before hand, that you both were going to the event in the same car.

You had done everything else, then last but not least was putting the wig on. Leaving it for last, was probably not the best idea, but you had gotten so caught up, at yourself looking amazing in the dress, you picked out you almost forgot. Almost.

You were putting on it, and didn’t notice someone was standing behind you, observing.

“(Y/N)?” Aidan asked, as you mumbled a curse word. And you absolutely dreaded turning and facing him, but there was no why you were getting out of this. Is not like it a was a secret, that you wore wigs, the majority of the time. But you thought you’d tell him before he’d find out like this.

But now’s a good a time as any, right?

“Hey..”

Great start, (Y/N). Beautiful.

“Take it off.” Aidan said, walking up and leaning against the bathroom doors entrance. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” He says as gentle as possible, not trying to sound rude or anything when he said it.

I slowly took it off, along with the wig cap, I didn’t have time to even glue down, to reveal my real hair. It almost looked a small do to the bobby pins holding it in place. Feeling nervous, I place a hand over my hair and Aidan had token it off, with the utmost care and adoration.

“Don’t hide it.” He says, taking the wig from my hands, then the room was filled to the brim with an awkward silence. “You know I didn’t do this to hurt you, right? I could never hurt you, or a fly for that matter.”

“Five would say otherwise.” You said, looking down at the floor, like the floor had suddenly become the most interesting thing to you. You had no clue, why you brought Five into this, but unbeknownst to your knowledge, it worked out later on.

“Okay, but Five is just a character, a fictional one, at that. I play him, but I’m not him. I’m Aidan.” He said, putting a hand on my cheek, making sure you were looking at him, when he said the next part. “He was also a killer at one point, and that is something, I’ll never be. But you on the other hand are gorgeous, and that’s what you’ll always be to me. Absolutely gorgeous. With or without the wig.” He said, holding the wig gently, in his hand.

He smiled at you and you smiled, blinking back the tears, that were brimming your eye lids. You look away and close them, one lonely tear falling down, taking some of the makeup off with it. Aidan grabs your chin gently, grabbing a tissue to lightly dab that salty liquid away. And you hug him so incredibly tight, telling him you love him with every fiber of your being. And tells you the same.

You stand up straight and take a deep breath. Before you grab your wig from him and walk over to the mirror.

“What are you going?”

“Putting the wig back on. What else?” You said, as a matter-of-factly, leaning over the sink to touch up your makeup. “But I thought we-”

You give a slight nod, turning to look at him over your shoulder. “Oh we did, but after all the money I spent on it, we best be getting to wearing it and I do plan on looking hot, sexy, and beautiful today. You best believe.” You said, pushing him out the bathroom and closing the door on him, and Aidan shakes his head laughing.

[dorthea07]

~ Focused ~

Background: Aidan and Y/n are dating and going over their Umbrella Academy scripts with each other. Warnings: Short.

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Y/n and Aidan stood in a big room with a big packet in each of their hands.

“Focus,” Aidan says gently as Y/n stumbles over her line again for the fourth time that night.

“I’m trying,” Y/n groans as she shakes the script in her hands. “These words are just not sticking.”

Aidan chuckles softly before walking over and placing his hand on her arm causing her to look up at him.

“Deep breath,” Aidan instructs.

Y/n nods and lets out her breath before taking in more air.

“Better?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Y/n smiles softly.

“Let’s start over,” Aidan nods. “From the top.”

He walks back over to his side of the room as Y/n starts her lines again.

“I don’t understand why I just can’t come with you,” Y/n starts, reading off the script in her hands.

“Because it’s dangerous,” Aidan reads along.

“And? We’ve been through the Commission together. I can do this,” Y/n looks up from her script at Aidan.

“This is different. It’s even more dangerous with even more homicidal maniacs,” Aidan reads.

A moment of silence fills the room as Aidan looks up at Y/n, waiting for her to read the next line.

She doesn’t. Instead she just stares back at him, memorizing his features and the way he carries himself.

“Focus,” Aidan reminds her with a cocky smile.

Y/n shakes her head with a smile, “I’m foc-”

She’s cut off by her thoughts as Aidan runs his hand through his hair.

“Earth to Y/n?” Aidan chuckles lightly, letting his hand fall back to his side. “You there?”

“Stop that Aidan!” Y/n exclaims, glaring at him.

“But I didn’t do anything,” Aidan smiles smugly.

“Yes you did,” Y/n remarks. “You and your dumb dreamy eyes and perfect hair distracted me.”

She crosses her arms as Aidan chuckles.

He walks over to her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, “You’re adorable.”

“And you’re annoyingly attractive,” Y/n mumbles, her arms still crossed.

Aidan chuckles, “Gosh. What am I going to do with you?”

Y/n smiles softly, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Love me.”

“Done,” Aidan smiles as he places his hands gently on her hips, leaning in and capturing her lips with his.

[thecordelialetters]

She's my Angel: Meet the Family Pt.2 I Five Hargreeves x Reader

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Post Apocalypse Au! pt.1 Pt2 Pt3

WC: ~2,709

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Allusions to sex, Mentions of Abuse, Agedup!Five, Mentions of previous trauma

Summary: The Umbrella Academy saved the world, the Commission is no longer after them, the moon is in one piece and everyone’s lives start to fall back into place. Five attempts to start his life over again when Klaus brings home a girl with unusual shadow powers.

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Five and you had fallen into a comfortable rhythm that one would think the two of you had known each other for years. You started sleeping in the same bed together, getting ready together, eating together, and spending time together. Your routine had started to fall into place.

Somedays Five would ask you to show him your abilities. He was always astounded at how powerful you were. You could use shadows to teleport, physically manifest, store objects, and create weapons. To the regular person, or to anyone like his deceased father, these powers would intimidate them, scare them. But Five wasn’t scared of you,. Slowly you had become his Angel. Five found comfort in you, someone who would stick with him while his family scattered after his sacrifices.

“Come on Angel, I’m taking you out today.”

“Out?” You tilted your head.

“Yes like…a date” he blushed. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and black slacks, the shirt was pressed clean with no wrinkles, and the top 3 buttons were undone.

“Go put on your prettiest dress and some nice shoes.” He kissed the top of your head and watched you run off. Anyone who could see the two of you could see his adoration for you. You lived up to your nickname being a small beacon of light in his dark mind.

Despite your growing "relationship" Five still had his worries. It had been 2 weeks since he met you and he wasn’t any closer to finding who had taken you or figuring out your true identity. He had only know a few things from what you told him.

You had grown up in a lab isolated from everyone. The only way of understanding the outside world was through tv and books that a kind doctor had let you before he met an unfortunate end, not that you knew about that. He also learned about the environment you grew up in by your reactions. You hated loud noises, didn’t understand cultural norms, and feared violence and abuse. Knowing this, Five learned to adjust to your needs. He wanted to take care of you and help you. You had become his new family. Maybe it was obsession but it was feeling like love.

You came bouncing down the steps of the academy in a light blue dress with puffy sleeves and a soft ballerina like skirt. The neckline was square and above your cleavage was a gold heart necklace that Five had bought you on your last outing to the mall.

“Beautiful?” You looked at him and twirled.

“Very beautiful amore.” He kissed your cheek and led you out. As the two of you were about to leave the door opened revealing Viktor.

Viktor was in town having just gotten back from a trip to Italy and decided to stop by the academy.

“Oh Five! Who’s this? I came to check on you since you didn’t answer any of my calls.”

Oops well he wasn’t wrong. Five had ignored all Vitkors calls. It wasn’t out of spite it just felt like every-time he talked to his family he had to put on a front. He didn’t need therapy, didn’t want help, and was fine without them. But talking to them felt almost condescending and a very small part of him still harbored a grudge for them all leaving.

“Uh this is Angel. Klaus brought here and left her here so I’ve been taking care of her. We were just about to go out.”

“Angel!” You pointed to yourself.

“Viktor… Five’s family?”

Five sighed when he looked at you. So innocent , unaware to the trauma in his heart. “Yes this is my brother.”

“Brother.” You tested the word out loud.

“Brother!” You pointed to Five.

“No no not I’m not your brother.” Five shot down. He could see the tears in your eyes forming. “I’m sorry Angel, yes we are… family but I am not your brother okay? I’m your friend.”

Your eyes lit up at that notion. You were aware of what friendship was, there was a nice doctor in the facility who had befriended you and taught you all you knew about human interaction until… he met an unfortunate end, not that you knew about that though.

You jumped into Five wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your face in his shoulder.

Brown eyes made contact with green and Five felt uneasy in his brother's judgmental gaze. Before Viktor could get out another word Five blinked the two of you to the car. Standing in the doorway Viktor turned to look back at you guys. He was happy his brother had found someone, but you seemed off. He walked into the parlor and whipped out his phone to send a text to the family group chat. Viktor: Did you know Five got a girlfriend? He said Klaus brought her one day and left her. They just went out all dressed up. Allison: No way Diego: Finally that old timer can get some Lila: Who would let that little gremlin near them? Viktor: @Klaus how did you meet Angel. Klaus: On the street. Everyone mentally cringed at the thought of Klaus picking up a girl "off the street" Klaus: She ran into me and was in bad shape, She's super cute though! I knew she and little Five would get along, I'm going to go visit them tonight. Allison: I want to see her! Im coming too Diego: Me and Lila are coming too. Luther: I guess I'm coming as well. Viktor closed out his phone and began walking around the academy. It hadn't been too long since the world was almost destroyed but this place was riddled with mixed memories of sadness but also happiness in which he and his family had finally come together.

His eyes ran over the painting of Five above the mantle. Over his travels, he often thought about Five, but not at first. Initially, he was overjoyed with traveling, meeting people, and developing a few relationships, but his thoughts began to wander back to Five. The boy who had leaped across time, and had worked his ass off to get back to his family only for them to all leave again. It made him feel guilty every time he talked to Five over the phone only to get short responses. His thoughts went back to reminiscing. Five and Vitkor were closest when they were younger, Viktor even remembers the small crush he had on the boy as a kid. Five was cocky, arrogant, and thought to be better than everyone. But the way he looked at Angel had a softness that could rival a field of flowers. The fact he had let her touch him had given Viktor enough information to assume that you had helped Five for the better. ————————-On your date———————— Five had taken you first to a cute little dinner a bit out of the city. You two sat in a booth on the same side. He was a little confused when you sat next to him but decided against saying anything when you grabbed his hand under the table. The waiter came to take your orders, his name was Alek. He looked at you mostly with a predatory glint in his eyes. "What can I get for the pretty lady here?" He winked at you. You laughed and blushed before saying "Pasta!" Pasta was a favorite of yours. Five and you had made pasta together from scratch one night and it was one of your favorite moments with him. You remembered making the sauce together, him flicking some onto your face before kissing it off with his lips. He had looked so good kneading the dough and showing you how to make the sauce and noodles. It ended happily with you in his bed. Five also knew this was your favorite dish and why. It only made his heart beat for you more. Breaking the waiter's attention off you Five stood up and pushed Aleks chest back. "And I'll have the steak, rare I like it a little bloody, and bring us back a milkshake to share, strawberry." Five sat back while glaring at the waiter. Who did this guy even think he was anyway, he literally saw Five walk in with you. Before he could think anything else, his attention was pulled away when your hand traced his jaw.

"Prickly. Ouch." You ran your finger back and forth over his cheek. Five had been growing some facial hair recently.

"What princess? You don't like?" Five rubbed his face against yours while listening to the melodic laughter erupt from your lips. Alek came back with your meals and milkshake avoiding eye contact with you and Five. Excited for your food you kissed Five's cheek as a way to thank him. The two of you ate your food in comfortable silence and shared the milkshake, occasionally laughing when both of you reached for the straw at the same time.

————————-After your date————————

You and Five had left the dinner with full bellies and even fuller hearts. Hand in hand he led you to the street. "let's talk a walk, we need to digest all that food and I know a park nearby that you'll enjoy." "Okay!" you agreed. You had begun to trust Five with... everything in this short time. He cared for you and showed you how to cook, clean, and use a phone. You were growing to love him, not that you knew what love was. As the two of you came closer to the park your eyes lit up seeing the families and children running around and enjoying the warm summer day. Your expression made Five's heart beat faster. Your innocence and kindness were a nice contrast to his years of killings and suffering. Five led the two of you to a bench that looked out to the grassy playground. You leaned your head on his shoulder and let out a sign. You finally felt at peace. No electric chair, no pointy syringes, just the warmth of Five's hand in yours and the smell of his cologne. Five looked down at you staring out into the park. He felt lucky, how could someone like you just fall into his lap when he needed it most. A thought crossed his mind, what would happen if you remembered who you were, would you leave him? The last time he was in a relationship was with a mannequin. But this was different, you needed him just as much as he needed you. He pushed those thoughts aside when he watched your eyes close. He nudged your side "Come on Angel its been a long day lets get you home." Lazily you both stood up and walked back to the car not dare letting go of each others hands.

————————-At the Academy————————

Five was on high alert as the two of you arrived back at the Academy. The lights were on in the den and he could hear hushed voices as he approached. Opening the door he was met with 3 people, backs turned towards him. He instantly recognized these figures as his siblings, Diego, Luther, and Allison. Peaking around them he saw three more, Viktor, Klaus, and Lila. "Well, this is an unexpected visit," Five stated breaking the uncomfortable silence. The trio looked at each other before Allison spoke up. "We wanted to check up on you, we haven't heard from you in a while." She looked at you behind Five, "Is this uh your girlfriend?" Five's eyes narrowed at Viktor in the corner before sighing. "She's not my girlfriend, this is Angel, I've been taking care of her since Klaus brought her here."

"I'm not Five's friend." You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes. "No, shit I'm sorry Angel, yes you are my friend you are more than my friend." His expression softened when you wrapped his arms around his neck once again to kiss his cheek. The rest of the superpowered bunch looked in awe. Their normally cocky and arrogant brother hadn't snapped at you or yelled at you. He was gentle and reassuring. Lila was the one to speak up next to Viktor "Wow the old man finally found someone." Ignoring Lila's statement Allison continued, "Wait Klaus brought her here?" Klaus surprisingly not sober, stood up. "Yeah she ran into me all banged up so I brought her to the one place I knew could fix her up. She's got powers like us!" The family turned to you and Five once more expecting you to demonstrate. Hesitating Five looked at you "Okay Angel, show them what we have been practicing." You nodded to Five before raising your hands. In an instant, shadows rose from the ground to the ceiling of the room, suffocating any light that had been previously there. Your hands swirled causing the shadows to form a vortex. You thew your fists down bringing the shadows to your side. One arm lifted up across your chest as you threw it to the opposite area, effectively slicing a potted plant in half. Your eyes glistened with pride as you looked to Five. "I did it!" You jumped into his open arms as Five twirled you around with joy. "I knew you could do it princess!" Luther who was silent in the beginning spoke up next. "So you just found her on the street and she has powers? We don't even know her she could be dangerous then! She could be Commission!" Being number one and the head of the family was difficult for Luther. He was always overprotective of his siblings and made hasty rash decisions believing that he knew what was best for everyone. But Five remembers what happened when Viktor was discovered to have powers and he was hell-bent on not repeating it again. Five paused before turning to you and blinking you upstairs. He had tucked you in and helped you into bed before kissing the corner of your lips. "Good night darling, let me talk to my family for a bit, and I'll join you okay?" "Okay Five, good night" And with one last glance at you he blinked back downstairs. "Trust me Luther I would know if she was commission or not, when she got here she could barely talk and didn't even know her own name!" "I've spent the last 2 weeks trying to figure out where she came from. All I know is that she was brought up in a lab that focused on human experimentation to try to recreate the original 43." "You can't...You honestly can't possibly imagine, the pain she has gone through. And let's not forget what happened the last time you tried to "help" a person who had just gained their powers." Five looked over at Viktor. Viktor couldn't help but look at his lap. "Five is right, let's give her a chance. She is obviously doing well under Five's care and he cares for her back." Five looked appreciative at Viktor although he was the one who originally ratted him and you to the family. "I know you guys haven't heard from me in a while, but trust me I'm doing fine. Let's... go out for breakfast tomorrow. I know a place that we all would like. Meet back here at 9am. I'm going to check on Angel and head to bed." And with that, he disappeared in a flash of blue. The Hagreeves siblings looked at each other in shock. Never had their brother been the first to reach out to spend time, it must be important to him. Diego walked towards and grabbed Lila's hand "Well I'm happy for the guy, it was about time he got some. See you all tomorrow." He waved to his siblings and headed out. The others slowly followed suit each one of them that night laid in bed thinking about the events that had transpired and mentally prepared for a family breakfast the next day.

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Author's note: I had actually finished this before Tumblr decided to not save anything and I lost half the story T-T I was really good too. I tried to rewrite it the best I could.

Author's note: 9/14 part 3 is on its way ! Taglist: @groovydazephantom

[jjmaybankslays]

Hope y'all are doing good! Anyways

Dang, that was close! I'll be posting the fics in this order ;)

[mekochansblog]

Behind close doors +18

Five Hargreeves x reader

Warning: this is my first smut so please bare with me I had to get some ideas from other books.

You’ve been a wife of Five Hargreeves for almost six years. You both have been working the commission for a while, Five being the owner and you who has been the co-owner. He was used to your tantics and you were used to his bluntness. As of right now you were sitting at your own desk and he was sitting on his desk, doing his work with a scowl on his face and a serious face. You on the other hand were spinning on your chair and throwing paper balls towards your husband, making him more annoyed than usual.

“Will you stop that?!” He said annoyed at you. You stopped spinning already feeling dizzy and looked at him with a playful grin. You tilted your head and put your hand on your desk and smiled ‘sickenly sweet’ at your husband.

“What, I'm not doing anything wrong, my love?” you replied to him, you made another paper ball and threw it up and down playing with it instead of throwing at him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing he wouldn't dare blow up on you. He breathed and looked at the mess of paper balls littering his desk and the office. 

“Honey, I love you but stop throwing those paper balls. I'm trying to work. Do you really have to act like this?” he asked gently. He knew you easily got sentimental, that was one of the things he actually loved about you but hated at the same time. You give him a blank face and stare at him.

“Five…. You should know by now that that's how I am. If you have an issue with it, stick it up your ass.” Well turns out you weren't going to get sentimental today but have an attitude with him. Something must have happened in the morning or between work for you to get an attitude. He’s taken aback by your words not used to you being rude to him. He sighs and hopes this attitude of yours will go away by the time it's lunch.

“My love, I don't have an issue but I'm trying to finish these reports, being the owner of the commission isnt easy and my wife isn't helping that's all.” he said softly and with care that it makes you stop with the petty attitude and look at him with love. You smile at him and sigh softly. You get up from your desk and walk towards his desk and sit on it, you cross your legs making your skirt lift a bit.

“I'm sorry my love, but I did help you….i just finish fast…do you…do you want me to help you with some of the paperwork, or want me to bring lunch?” You ask gently, looking at him with a  soft look. Five looks at you and looks down at your skirt rising up that gets his attention. 

“That… that sounds good honey.. how… how about food ... .pizza… sounds good ... .yeah…mhmm.” He says distractedly, his eyes looking at your plump thighs. His words trail off at what you were saying. You look at him confused and stare at him when you see he's not even paying attention at you but your thighs. You sigh and snap your fingers at him.

“Hey! Hey! My eyes are up here mister.” You playfully scold him. He immediately snaps out of the trance and looks away, his face flushed from embarrassment from being caught. You giggle and lean down giving him a view of your chest which makes him look and gulp, getting distracted again. He felt like he was sweating. You gave him a peck and leaned back straight. His eyes darted towards yours and he weakly smiled at you feeling nervous out of nowhere. Why? He didn't know, he's been married to you for more than half a decade yet he still got nervous and flustered. Maybe you've been the distraction all along. You hopped down from his desk making your skirt rise a bit more, giving him a small view of your lace see through panties. He gulped and prayed to god you wouldn't notice his semi-hard on. You pull your skirt down, hiding that pretty cunt from his view. You smiled innocently at him and walked towards the door to head towards the break room for some food.

“H..hey w…wait… i uhh… w…where are…where are you going?” his voice went an octave higher than usual and he licked his lips and cleared his throat. Asking you again, but a bit better. You looked at him confused and pointed towards the door. 

“Honey, you said you were hungry… So I'm going to get us food, you also mentioned pizza, so I'm going to check the break room for some. If not , I'll go to the pizza place that's right around the corner.” you said with a smile on your face.

��He nodded his head slowly and looked away. He grabbed his wallet and put his hand out with some cash in it. You looked at his hand and walked towards him and grabbed the cash from him. you leaned down again and gave him a peck on the cheek. You thanked him and walked out the door towards the break room. Once you close the door, he lets out a groan. He looked down at his lap and flushed. Well fuck, what was a semi hard on turned into an actual hard on when you leaned again, giving him a view of your breasts. They were big enough that even one of his hands couldn't fit a whole one. They were spongy on his hand and they would bounce when you rode him. He groaned and stared down. His pants were feeling tight now at the images he was having in his head. 

He softly pants and stares at the door, his desk was facing the door so nobody was going to see him jack off, either way they had to knock first before coming inside his office. He slowly pulls his pants down and then his boxers, he feels embarrassed doing this in broad daylight and his office but it was all your fault he told himself. He looked at his shaft and slowly grabbed it. He hissed, when was the last time you both have done it he thought. That's right, he thought it had been two weeks. You both have been busy running the company that everytime, either of you wants to do it the other isn’t in the mood. He slowly started pumping himself; he sighs in bliss. Well fuck all he needed was you on your knees looking at him with your ‘innocent’ eyes and he will die a happy man. He didn't notice you came in, opening the door slowly. Five groans, tilting his head back at the scenarios he was making up in his head about you,speeding up his hand. 

You put the food down on your desk and slowly walked towards him, you saw his face and smirked loving the way you could easily make him into putty even when you weren't around him. You quietly took off your heels and made your way towards him. You held his hand and he jumped and opened his eyes and froze. He looked at you with a panicked face not knowing what you would say. You sat on his lap and started giving him open kisses on his neck making him let out breathy moans. You started to actually leave hickeys on his neck, accidentally leaving one on his white crisp shirt. You give him a loving smile and slowly get on your knees. His breathing hitches and he starts breathing heavily looking at you with wide eyes. Once on your knees you look at him with a cute innocent face and smirk, and you kiss his tip. 

“Barely touched you.” He looks at you about to open his mouth when you lean over and lick him. His breathing stutters and he groans softly. He doesn’t know where to put his hands. You look at him and lick him from the balls all the way to his pink mushroom head. He groans a bit louder and tilts his head back on the chair.

“Dar… darling….I… do… don’t stop p..please..” He softly moans out, finally grabbing your head with one of his hands and using the other to grip his chair. His jaw clenched, his tip oozing only for you to press a thumb across his slit licking the bitter taste. Five tries to guide your head to his cock, you stop him and lather his cock with your spit. His breath kept stuttering, his eyes glazing over looking at you. 

“My… my wife is… is so slutty… huh?” He stammers. His head leans back again and he moans. You come back to his tip, grabbing his base to take him into your mouth. You keep sucking, slowly savoring him in your mouth. Your mouth travels further down his cock, slowly swirling your tongue around it. 

You start to slowly take him, he pushes your head making you gag, the noise makes his cock throb inside your mouth. Fuck how long has it been since you guys had sex? Maybe in two weeks. Work has just been piling up and with him being the owner and you being co-owner made you both busy. Not today he thought. With you sucking him off like a lollipop he was in bliss. You moaned on his cock and sucked him, saliva dripping from our mouth to his balls. You knew he was close with the stutter of his breath and his pants. His hips kept lifting, making you gag more than the beginning. He started whimpering a bit loudly, telling you he was close. You feel the first rope of cum in your mouth and you swallow it. You pumped him, making him whine for the overstimulation. You slow your movement and pop him out of your mouth breathing heavily. You finally stare at his face and you smirk deviously, loving the way you left him.

You knew you were wet. The way you could make your husband submit to you made you wet and horny. You slowly stood up wobbling a bit from being on your knees for a while just to give him pleasure. He looked at you with a fucked up face and smile wobbly at you. You giggled and kissed his cheek. You were about to walk towards your desk when he grabbed you and turned you around so you were facing his desk. Your top half of your body laying on his desk and the bottom half facing him. You felt his hands go towards your shirt and rip it from you, making you gasp in shock. You felt him lift your skirt, he held your ass, spreading it making you whine. He chuckles and pulls your panties down. He doesn't give you time to ask him what he was doing because, next thing you know he fills you up in one swift motion. You moan not expecting the stretch. It's been a while since you had your daily dose of cock inside you. He groans and grips your hips. He feels so much deeper, so much bigger inside of you in this position, that's why it was his top favorite one. He starts slow at first, not used to your tight cunt.

“F…Fuck darling.. You’re so… fhuck tight!” he groans, leaning on your back and he pants on your ear making you whimper. He grins loving the way he can make you stupid with just his cock inside of you. He knows you can make him submissive, but he has you wrapped around his cockand make you into the little slut that you are only to him.

He starts to finally move, slow at first but then grabs a speed. You try to stand on your tippy toes but the way he’s grabbing your hips and pushing you towards him makes your legs wobble. He grabs your chin and kisses your lips, biting the bottom one. He slaps your ass, making you moan. His eyes widen when you start pushing your hips back into him. His cocked throbbed inside you and he lifted your torso from the desk and held you by the neck. His breath is hot on your skin as he pants. He let out a breathy laugh.

“Does my little slut want me to go faster? Want me to make you scream so anyone passing by hears your moans?” he whispers. 

Your brain turned to mush, his words made your pussy throb. “Please Five! Oh God yes!” You cry out, too drunk on his cock pounding inside of you. You dig your nails on the hand that's holding your waist, clinging to him. 

Your eyes shut, and you scream his name as you come. Five lets out the most animalistic groan as he comes, his hips thrusting into you until he cant anymore. He breathes in your smell, smelling like honey and vanilla. He sighs in bliss still inside you. He slowly pulls his cock out of you, and your cunt twitches. You whimper at the feel of it and he kisses all over your body. He sits back on his chair and he slowly pulls you to his lap. He caresses your hair and starts rubbing soft circles on your thighs. You sigh in bliss just being in his arms.

“I should clean up my love.” You let him know, he knew you meant by at least making both of you guys look decent for anyone that might come in. He smiles at you and lets you get up, not without slapping your ass playfully making you turn your head and give him a look. 

He laughed and pulled his boxers and pants up. He looked at his shirt and saw the lipstick stains you left when you kissed his neck. His neck was probably filled with lipstick stains and hickeys. He started buttoning his shirt when he saw the scratches on his arm. He silently laughed and smirked knowing he will have a field trip with you when people ask. You on the other hand went towards your desk and grabbed the extra clothes you kept for emergencies. Guess today was an emergency since your husband decided to rip your shirt. You grabbed the extra tight crisp white blouse and buttoned it up but left the three open, just to tease your husband. You cleared your throat and mentioned the food once Five looked at you. He looked at the pizza and then at you with a confused face.

You sighed annoyed at him and crossed your arms. “Five i brought Pizza because you asked for it..” you looked at him and tilted your head hoping he would remember. He blinked his eyes and kept staring at you all confused.

“Ooh i think i just said whatever came to my mind, i was looking at your chest.”

You let out a long sigh and rolled your eyes at your husband. “Okay well are you hungry now? The pizza is probably cold now.” You asked him softly even when you were slightly annoyed at him.

“Actually I think I want to try my dessert first. Lay down on my desk so I can enjoy my dessert.”

[ballerinarina]

brellies, i wrote a five fanfic 🥺 it's the first thing i freely write in years, because i missed a what-if-five-was-married-too in season 4

basically his wife point of view of the diego x lila x five drama scene

EDIT: posted it!

[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"

[parkersbliss]

Flustered | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc: 903

warnings: sexual innuendo?

synopsis: ever since five retried, he’s been a lot more affectionate with you

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 043: “Your hands are really soft.” 054: “They have everyone.” “Not you.” “I’m the exception.” 067: “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

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“Hi, Luther, Klaus, Diego!” You greet happily. Five doesn’t bother and just pulls out his chair.

“What’s wrong?” Later said through a mouthful of Chinese takeout. “You look happy.”

You come up next to Five, and he pulls a chair out for you, making your cheeks heat up at the small action. “Why can’t he be happy?”

“Well, he’s Five. Always so… bitter.”

You shrug. “They hate everyone.”

“Not you.”

“I’m the exception.”

“I am plenty happy,” Five spoke, taking a seat. “Had a nap and shvitz, what does a man need?”

“Brother’s who don’t eat like barn animals?” Klaus suggests.

Both Diego and Luther look to Klaus, mouths full of noodles, proving his point.

You sit down, smiling at the three brothers. You're dressed in the same thing as Five, a soft bathrobe that says “Hotel Obsidian.”

Klaus grins at you, and you raise a brow. “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

“What?” You practically scream, pulling back the collar of your bathrobe.

Diego snickers, “Seems like Five got a little more than a Shvitz.”

Luther nods. “Yeah, (Y/N) looks like she’s gonna die of embarrassment.”

Klaus claps. “Oh my god, I’m so happy for you two! How was it?”

Five blinked at his brother. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, why not? We’re bros!”

Five sighs, looking at you, then back to Klaus. “It was… nice.” You basically die in your seat at his choice of wording. He notices and chuckles, grabbing your hand in his. The three brothers whistle, and you shrink further into your seat.

“Your hands are really soft,” He whispers in your ear.

“Five!” You whine, feeling like you might explode at all the attention and affection. You and Five mostly kept your relationship on the down-low, seeming it was the most concerning issue the past month.

“So I’ve been thinking through our little timeline snafu, and I’m pleased to report that in my professional, expert opinion: we are totally in the clear.”

“Awesome!”

“Huh.”

“Great! So everything’s totally fine?” Luther asked.

“More or less. I mean,” Five hesitates, smiling. “There is one small thing. But it’s nothing we can’t manage.”

Five hands you one of the carry-out boxes, “Choi mein, your favorite.” And you smile softly, mumbling a thanks to him. He just smiles back, “Anytime.” And your stomach flips when he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. You actually think you might die this time.

“So, spit it out, boomer!” Diego mumbles through his noodles.

“Fine, Diego, it’s like this. Dad didn’t adopt us as babies, but those babies still existed here,” Five explained as you take a bite of your own meal.

Klaus frowns. “Awww.”

“We just grew up in different places with different people.”

“So?” Diego questions.

“So where are they now? Odds are we each have identical versions of ourselves walking around out there living completely different lives.”

Luter gasps excitedly. “Our doppelgängers!”

“That’s a made-up word,” Klaus dismisses.

“No, no, I learned all about this in Texas. Tell them about the paranoid psychosis, Five!”

“It’s paradox,” You correct.

“Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought you said this wasn’t a problem?”

“Okay, yes,” Five admits. “Technically, if you’re near your Doppel for too long, you’ll go insane. So if you ever see your other self—”

“Kill them.”

“Sleep with them.”

“… avoid them."

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Luther asked, giving both his brothers a skeptical look.

“Oh, come on, as if you wouldn’t climb Luther mountain,” Klaus teases. The look on Luther’s face tells you enough about what he’s thinking.

“Wait, how are we supposed to guarantee we don’t cross paths with ourselves?”

“Easy. I mean, we’re the Benetton of superheroes, born all around the world until dad brought us here, which he no longer did. Doppel’s probably aren’t even in the same time zone as us.”

“That’s true,” Luther mumbles.

Diego nods. “Yeah.”

“Would you pass the moo shu?” Five asked, reaching across the table, and Luther does so. Suddenly, Diego leaves in a rush, and you shrug it off.

“So how long have you two been…” Klaus trails off, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Gross, Klaus,” Five said, before adding. “We’ve been together for a while now.”

“Oh, wow,” Klaus sighs. “That’s so cute. I mean, (Y/N) is so sweet, and you’re so… you!”

You giggle at that, and Five rolls his eyes, “Thanks, Klaus.” Five grabs his takeout and a pair of chopsticks before taking your hand and helping you off your seat.

“You didn’t have to do that, Five,” You mumble, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I know, darling, but I wanted to,” He replies, and you swear you’re gonna pass out.

Five must notice because he waves his brothers goodbye and leads you back to the hotel room. His hand intertwines with yours, and your face is even hotter now.

“You’re easily flustered, darling,” Five said, opening the door to his room.

“You’re not usually so forward, that’s all,” You shrug.

“Well, I’m retired, so I get to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

You hide your face in your hands at his comment. “Five!”

He chuckles, peeling your hands away carefully. “There you are, pretty girl.” Five cups your face in his hands, pressing a tender kiss to your lips that has you internally screaming.

“The rest of our lives is just gonna be this,” He promises.

“Really?”

“Really.”

— END —

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M'lady chapter 2

“Ohhhh y/n!” Aidan hummed, next to their bed.

“What are you doing in my house?” y/n mumbled, still half asleep.

“Your mom let me in,” the boy beamed.

“Why?” 

“Because it’s like, ten in the A Ms?”

“Oh,” they said, suddenly aware that Aidan was kneeling, to make eye contact with them, “You don’t have to kneel, actually I need to change so like…”

“Get out?”

“Yeah, thanks” y/n asked Aidan to shut the door on his way out, and he did. They put on black skinny jeans, a white crop top that went to their waist, and a red plaid cardigan. They opened their door to find Aidan standing in the kitchen talking to their mother.

“Oh, don’t worry honey, you’re always welcome,” the woman smiled.

“I know,” He replied, “y/n has made that a little more than a lot evident!” he commented.

“Glad to see you two are getting along, as per usual,” y/n vocalized.

“Look who crawled out of their cave!” Mrs L/n said.

“Hi y/n!” Aidan smiled a smile that made y/n's heart melt, the way he squinted slightly and everyone around could see the genuine happiness on his face.

“Goodmorning!” Aidan wore a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie, his usual. The boy went in for a hug, which y/n reciprocated, this was always one of the things they thought about when the topic of dating came up, how warm Aidan’s hugs were and how sweet he was to them, how sometimes he would grab their hoodie softly to direct them away from people in the halls, how he always saved a spot for them at lunch or on the bus, how the two of them could glance at each other across the room and could tell exactly what the other was thinking, the two were always comfortable with each other, and y/n adored it.

The two pulled away from the hug, his green eyes met their e/c ones, y/n always loved the way he looked at them.

“Wanna take a walk?” The boy asked, his face tinted pink.

“Uh, yeah, sure!” they responded, also pink.

Just then, an orange tabby cat rubbed her side against Aidan's shins.

“Hi Coco!” he said, his voice suddenly a bit higher.

“Oh hiiii!” y/n cooed, their voice also higher as they picked up the usually reclusive cat, holding her out slightly, so Aidan could pet her.

“Ohh hello!” Coco leaned into his hand as he scratched her head, “You’re so adorable and sweet!” he said, his voice smooth and sweet like honey.

“Y’all! It is ten AM on a saturday, the sun is shining and there's a nice breeze, get out of my house!” Mrs, L/n exclaimed.

“But-” y/n started, “But cat!”

“But, but OUT!”

“Your mom’s kinda mean sometimes,” Aidan said after the two had passed y/n’s house.

“You shoulda seen when I told her I had a C in math,” y/n chuckled.

“Hey, uh, I heard there was a dance soon,” he started

“Oh? When is it?”

“Friday, the seventeenth of february.”

“Sounds fun, you wanna take anyone?” 

Aidan remembered the time a kid in the halls ran up to him, grabbed his shoulders and told him to pray for courage, he didn’t know why, but he really needed courage at the moment.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Oooooo” they mocked “Who won the pretty boy's heart?”

‘You, dumbass’ he wanted to yell, he thought he had made it obvious. He wanted to say he loved them, he wanted to hold their face in his hands and tell them how amazing they were, and hold them in his arms, but a strange fear gripped him and he just couldn’t ask. ‘I’ve been listening to that one smiths song too much’ he thought.

“I ain’t tellin’”

“Aw, you’re no fun!”

“How am I no fun?”

“You don’t watch south park-”

“You didn’t see what I saw!”

“Yes I did, you won’t tell me who you want to go to the dance with-”

“I don’t want things between us to change-” his words echoed around y/n’s mind, they both stopped walking, and they looked at eachother stunned.

“Why would things change between us?” y/n inquired.

“I- I” he stuttered,

“Aidan, tell me, please.” The hurt and concern was evident in their voice, and they moved closer to him.

“Not like this,” He said, shaking his head. He desperately wanted to keep walking, he wanted to ask them in some grand gesture, not like this.

“Aidan, please”

He sighed, “I wanted to ask you” the shocked look on their face made him regret everything, “But- I- I mean, if you don’t want to it’s fine, I don’t want to make you do something you don’t wan-” Y/n hugged him in the tightest embrace they could. Their hand was on his head, pushing him as close as they could, and their arm was around his waist. After a short time, he hugged back, just as tight. The hug was warm and soft, it was almost everything the both of them had ever wanted.

“How long?” Y/n spoke after so long.

“What?”

“How long have you felt this way?”

“To be honest, since a month after we started hanging out,” he admitted.

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“I’d like that,” he was glad they were still hugging, so y/n couldn’t see the awkward smile on his face. “How long have you felt this way?”

“A while” They said, pulling away and looking into his beautiful green eyes.