Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Yo.

It's 1:30 A.M. when I started writing this and finished days after a strenuous chapter and now I'm delirious, so if you're reading this now, it means I'm probably already dead.

Jk. I like being alive, I swear.

Anyway, if you're reading this, it means you've reached the end of this book. And I am and will always be impressed and grateful that you managed to stick around until the end.

These past 6 (?) years were quite a journey. "It's all been gravy," to quote Ben Hargreeves haha

I started this fanfic during the pandemic in 2020, where all was quarantined and everyone was obligated to work and/or study online. I could say that it was on a whim, but if I'm being honest, I vaguely remember that I had a dilemma over it lol - I think I even got to a point where I was praying for signs as to whether or not I should write this😭

Obviously, I ended up writing it. And I told myself that I only started this to keep myself from going insane, being strictly cooped up in the house 24/7; that I'm just gonna have my fun inserting myself in the show's narrative, other preferences be damned. Now that I look back at it, though, I do admit that my writing was a monstrosity back then😭 hence, I understand why some don't get past season 1.

But this fanfic, as cheesy as I'll sound, did end up becoming a part of myself.

Not only did it become my ultimate practicing ground for writing stories where I believe I did show progress, but it also became a place where I was able to express my feelings. It became a journal, in which I often project what my every mood through the characters in this book.

Now, here we are in the end, where I feel a sense of both fulfillment and impostor syndrome (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

I thought it would be easy to bid you farewell, considering that I haven't been hyperfixated on this show since the series finale and I only finished this because y'all encouraged me to go on, which consequently awakened the stubborn bish in me that refused to abandon this haha; but I thought wrong. Then again, nothing is permanent¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Regardless, I would like to thank you all again for being here!

I appreciate you guys for taking the time to read this; all of your suggestions; and all your support from start to finish. I might pretend I'm cool about almost everything, but I actually did thrive on your comments, feedbacks, and validations. So thank you for that(⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

I would also like to thank deep, deadpanned, british, and/or monotone-voiced celebrities like Anthony Head and Patrick Warburton for being my mental narrators, because I would've literally crashed out on this fanfic if their voices and their mannerisms hadn't been imprinted on my brain.

I hope I was able give this a satisfying ending, even if I kind of feel icky about it as of now :,> if not, then that's okay too!

Now, I would like to consider this fic canonically completed!

Yay!! We can move on now.🍻

As for the bonus chapter, I do hope I publish one someday... I don't really know haha. It's just one of those moments where it's either I forget or not forget. Either way, expect the unexpected🙆‍♀️

Anyway, for the last time in this fic, have a good one, my dudes!

Bye for now!

Love you all!

-BloodyinspiredTri(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡