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itstheghostofmypast · 2 years
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Speak To Me
Five x Mute F.Reader
Summary: She had no idea how she ended up in 2019, more importantly, she had no idea how she lost her voice. The only reason that kept her alive and going was him and she had no plans of backing down, even if he was not ready to listen to her, with or without her voice.
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Requested by: @achingwoundforaheart
Song Recommendation:
Can't Take My Eyes Of You- Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons
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"NUMBER FIVE!"
He could hear his father calling him, but the sound of his heart beating against his ribcage and the blood pumping in his veins with the adrenaline rush was louder. He was going to do it and no man, woman, or child could come in his way. So, he did, he blinked and he blinked and he blinked once more, only this time, instead of the scenery changing into a more modern world, he ended up in a battered one- one that looked as distraught as he was once his eyes landed upon his surroundings.
"Shit." falling to his knees he stared at the crumbles left behind of what was his mansion, his home. That was it, he was done for, with the bodies of his siblings around him, he wondered if it was all worth it? Why oh why did he go so far to prove something so trivial?
Worst of all, he had acorned.
To say he had the hopes to pull through was an overstatement, many times throughout the two years of being alone now, he had decided to end it all. Unfortunately, that would have left Delores all alone, and he had no intentions of leaving her behind in this rotting prison called the apocalypse. The air was filthy, the sun burning whatever remained of the world and the nights were colder than lady luck's sense of humor. He had been walking down the same path for quite some time now, hoping to see any other sign of life, accompanied by Delores all the way, her listening to him rant about how everyone never believed in him, how he should have listened to his father, but here he was, suffering as usual. An impulsive, stubborn genius indeed. Doomed to be alone forever, that is until he met her.
On day 756 of this hell hole, he had found a small underground shelter, the door was battered and he was sure it would be easy to access this dump. It was hotter than any other day, the sun was screaming down at him, and he was almost out of clean water- much like he expected, the underground was empty, but there was just one problem, it wasn't filthy or destroyed. Someone had been living here, cleaning up after themselves, as much as they could. The bunker was illuminated by various candles, some were scented or they used to be. He noticed the stock of water bottles, a handmade filtration system, a worn-out mattress, and a...mannequin. Walking closer to the male mannequin he was about to touch it when he fell to the ground- was tackled to the ground. 
Groaning he shoved away whoever was on him, only to straddle them, forearm pressing against their throat, vision finally fixing on the assailant under him, "Who the...oh my god." Getting off HER he stared down at her frail form, "S-sorry I thought you were...H-here" helping her up he held onto her hand, staring at her, she was cleaner than he was, ironic. Mind buzzing with a million questions, who was she? How did she get here? Where did she learn to survive like that?
Before he could ask her, she gestured something, still a bit skeptical. He had no idea what she had just said, hence he continued his interrogation, "Who are you and...how did you survive?"
Once again she frowned before using her hands to sign out her words, leaving him wondering why their father had made them learn almost five languages, but never sign language. 
Groaning in frustration she pushed him aside, almost shoving him to the ground as she went to her makeshift bed, taking out a crumpled paper and a pen (a stick that was dipped in oil). Furiously writing something, slapping the pen against the paper numerous times, he watched her sitting on the ground, her frail form seemed smaller when he looked at her closely, even if she was cleaner than him, he wondered how a normal human had survived, let alone with such an expert set up.
Twirling around slowly, holding hands behind his back, he leaned forward, staring at the numerous stacks of books that were there, some were about survival skills, the others on various topics and genres, trivial, nothing out of the ordinary, until his eyes stopped at one particular stack- books on sign languages; British, American, Middle Eastern and many more. Fingers running over the rough spine of the books, he wondered if she had spent all this time alone, reading these- or perhaps she had always owned them, but then again, how did they survive the apocalypse, much like her, an endless list of questions that formed a weird, giant ball of twine.
The gentle tap on his shoulder had him turning around, frown still adorning his features as he watched her standing before him, the piece of paper extended towards him. Gently taking it out of her shaky hands he began to read;
My name is Y/N L/N
I woke up here, I don't know how I got here. I can no longer speak- books say it's the shock. I learned sign language in case I saw someone else.
Well then, he was supposed to be that someone else then. Folding the paper he gently stuffed it in his pocket and looked at her, 
"I'm Five Hargreeves, I'd say nice to meet you but under these circumstances that would be too much of a taunt. I time traveled here from the past- tell me, how old are you?"
Raising both hands she held up her dominant hand with the ASL Number '4' sign, facing towards her, holding it together and bending index, middle, ring, and pinkie fingers toward her twice, while your thumb was tucked into your palm the whole time.
"Okay, let me clarify, I know many languages but ASL is not part of it."
Huffing she raised both hands opening and closing her palms to gesture a ten and then showing four fingers.
"15...so we're the same age (well, technically he was older than her since he was 13 in 2002)", he mumbled more to himself than to her, "I'll presume you've been here for two years too?"
To which he earned a simple nod.
"You have no recollection of how you got here or where you're from?"
She just shook her head before going to the stack of books and pulling out a book and turning to look at him. Showing him the title page, she pointed at the last name of the author, "Hargreeves". 
Brows furrowed he slowly inched forward, squinting at the name, no way. He gently took it out of her hands, "Vanya...that's my- or was my sister." Flipping through the pages he noticed how the book had little annotations, perhaps she had made these, either way, he looked up at her and sighed, "I hope you won't mind my company."
Looking around them she shrugged before going over to her mannequin and bringing him to where Five was standing. 
"Who's this?" he asked, staring at the torso of a male mannequin, much like him, the mannequin had forest green eyes, but other than that there was no certain similarity between the two.
Signing the name to him she waited for him to understand, but ended up pouting when all she received was a blank stare and a "Nope, still can't understand ASL"
Rolling her eyes she reached for his hand, which he pulled away, glaring at her, but she grabbed onto it, with a rough grip. It had been two years since someone had touched him, two years since he had felt the warmth of another human. Her hands were soft, he'd admit that he liked it when he felt her skin against his hand but he had no idea what this girl was capable of, she could be a total psychopath for all he knows. Not that there was anything wrong with that, one does tend to lose their mind in solitude. Before he could pull his hand back once more, he felt her tracing something on his palm, confused he looked at her face, a gentle smile plastered on it as she gestured for him to look down at his palm, as if asking him to feel what she was writing. Never in a million years had he thought of communicating with someone this way- for two reasons, firstly, communication was never the family's strong suit, and secondly, he was not one to touch or let anyone touch him. He didn't stop her though, for the way her fingers caressed his palm made him feel something he could not decipher, and he really wanted to know the name of the third person present in the bunker. He waited and stared at her fingers move against his palm, she was drawing alphabets;
J
A
S
O
N
"Jason" he whispered more to himself than her, when she pulled back her hand, leaving him cold and alone once more.
Watching her nod in glee he sighed before smiling at Jason, "Nice to meet you, Jason." With that he walked back to the ladder that was used to enter the bunker and climbed up and out of the bunker, leaving her utterly confused and slightly hurt.
It wasn't like she was alone, more than anything she had Jason to keep her company ever since she had woken up in this bunker. However, as soon as she discovered the absence of her voice, panic attacks became part of the equation of sadness and despair. When she had come back from her usual hunt for food, which often consisted of whatever scrap could be considered edible, she was devastated- no, she was horrified. She had asked Jason to look after the place, but since the two argued earlier in the morning, she was sure he wouldn't have moved an inch out of spite. Before entering she had surveyed her surroundings, nothing out of the ordinary, so whoever had trespassed was either an experienced threat or just an idiot- that is if it was human. When she peeked inside she couldn't believe her eyes, a boy, an actual bloody human being. Part of her wanted to rush inside and scream with joy, but the better half, the more sensible and voiceless part had told her to remain cautious, human or not he was very much a threat. But he wasn't a threat, and she was glad but...where did he go?
Maybe he had found her annoying, well, she couldn't really speak, perhaps that was the problem-
Stumbling down the ladder he jumped down with something- or someone in hand. Coming up to her he held HER straight and smiled at the girl, "This is Delores."
Waving at Delores Y/N signed to the mannequin,
'Hello, I'm Y/N'.
Since that day, the two had been stuck to each other like glue. Initially, he had decided to stay there after she had allowed him to, the bunker was all the two had for a while anyway. It was safe and secure, and kept them warm on cold nights and cool during the hotter days. Delores and Jason got along rather well, something Five thanked the heavens for, because he really did not want to leave Y/N, obviously because he had no survival skills and stuff like that, nothing to do with his issue with the sentence of solitude he had given himself once he time traveled here.
Usually, the two would go out together, scavenger hunting for anything, she had shown him her makeshift water filter system, to say he was impressed was an understatement. She had shown him her books, a collection which he called her library. In return, he had shown her his self-made bike, which she instantly claimed as her own, and he let her have it that very moment. Five was never one for company, never really got along with his siblings either but in a place like this, if he had the option to be stuck with one person, he was glad it was her. 
That was something that haunted him, this unusual attraction, it wasn't even romantic, not initially at least, he just knew he felt more at ease if she were around. When she would be out for the day, he'd be uneasy all the while, even Delores or Jason couldn't calm him down. For a while, he had felt that he could not give her anything in return for this weird, unwanted kind of comfort that had brought an ounce of peace to his soul. That is until Jason gave him a great idea, one that left him in-depth to Jason.
It was a hot day, funny because mid-December is always supposed to be cold- or at least was before everything went straight down to hell. Five had insisted that she should go out today, 
"No, you go today, I'll go tomorrow."
It has been almost 45 days since he had moved into the bunker with him, and in this period she had realized one thing- she was in love with him. Or maybe she was confused about it, perhaps she only enjoyed his company, or it was the aftereffects of being alone for so long. Either way, she knew with him around, those sleepless nights became a bit better, even if she no longer had a voice, at least she was no longer alone.
 Or so she hoped, for when she reached the bunker, he was no longer there. Utterly confused, she looked around the small place, Jason and Delores were still there, though neither had an answer to where he had gone. What if he had left her? But then he did leave Delores behind. Oh no, what if something had happened to him?
As questions began to rush around she felt like she couldn't breathe, suffocating at the thought of losing him. Her legs gave under her as she fell knee first onto the ground, covering her ears with her sweaty palms, trying to block out all the negative and horrid thoughts. 
Making sure to lock up the bunker door, he climbed down the ladder. The same door that was dented out, the first time he had met her- honestly, a security risk. Over the days he had learned that even though she had great survival skills, her overall sense of surroundings was dreadful. Well, it is a given that no normal child goes through such intensive and dangerous training as he had gone through, nonetheless, the lad had spent the first ten days, after his arrival, fixing the door. As he reached the last step he heard something unusual, something he had not heard in a very long time- someone was crying. Shit, had something happened to her? 
Finding her weeping on the ground, he slowly approached her, crouching down to touch her shoulder- no, he had no idea how to comfort anyone, especially someone who was crying. Feelings weren't his strong suit anyway, but the sight of her breaking down made him feel like he had been stabbed in the heart, unable to do anything about it, each sob just twisted it further in his beating flesh. Kneeling beside her, his fingers gripped her shoulder as he gently shook her, whispering, "Hey...what's wrong?"
Mortified, she stared up at the sound of his voice, furiously wiping away the tears with the back of her hands. He reached out to her face, unsure of what to do, the last time she touched his hand he went thinking about it for days. The warmth was dearly missed since then and as he was almost an inch away she slapped it out of her face, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes. Frowning he touched the back of his hand that had just been slapped, it stung, but not as much as her reaction, the more impulsive part of his brain told him to blink out of here, but rationality told him to stay.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, hurt evident in his eyes, not that she cared about that right now, if he was going to hurt her, she'd hurt him in return.
Signing at him furiously she argued,
"I thought you left me?"
And he signed back, 
"Why on Earth would I leave you?"
"Then where were you?"
"Practicing!"
"Practicing what?!"
"Sign language, you idiot"
And then it hit her, both of them had been arguing in ASL, and not a word was spoken by him throughout the entire argument. Surprised at this discovery, she looked at Delores and Jason, who seemed to agree with what Five was saying, he had learned it for her.
"I'm not very good at it yet," he spoke softly, "Nor do I know as much as you do, but I'm learning, it's the least I can do for someone who lets me stay in their bunker." That was all it took for her to break down once more, this time in uglier sobs, causing him to fumble with his words as he wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back awkwardly as she cried, cried out of pure joy, for she felt a little less alone, a little less of a liability.
As time passed he had picked up on more kinds of sign languages, in the process, however, the two had decided to move out of the bunker, because according to him, staying in one place for too long could be potentially risky for them. Not that it mattered to her, she would just say okay and follow him. Hence, by the age of nineteen, Five was fluent in almost two hundred kinds of sign languages, and they had moved around ninety-eight times, by her calculations, they had also crossed half the country, but he argued claiming not only was her geography off, but she had no sense of direction anyway, hence she did not know what she was talking about. She would have argued, but the last time he had asked her to lead while he could 'rest his eyes' she had cycled the self-made caravan (a cart they had made with a cycle attached to it) in a giant circle for two hours.
"Didn't we pass that tree before I fell asleep?"
She shook her head, averting her gaze as he sighed,
"New rule, you don't get to drive".
Either way, somewhere down the road Five had come to a horrid conclusion, an epiphany that haunted him at every given moment. Especially when he looked at her. The way she would smile at him, the way her expressions would fall at the slightest of inconvenience, how she would ask him to do the most trivial of things, even if she could do them herself- she was playing him like a fiddle and he was so smitten, he didn't even care. There was one problem though, he was damn sure she didn't like him back, that and the fact that the two were from completely different timelines, and he knew that because he did the math in his head, every night;
If she was 15 years of age, in 2021, when he had met her, that meant she would be 13 when the apocalypse began. Hence, she was born in 2006, while he was born in 1989- as a result, he was 17 bloody years older than her. Even if he could get past all that, he still had to leave her. If he were to travel back in time, she would become an anomaly in his timeline. But could he leave her here? Alone?
Tapping his shoulder to gain his attention, which she did instantly as those forest-colored orbs gazed back at her with the slightest of admiration, she asked
"Are you okay? You seem to be thinking about something...a lot these days"
He looked at her wordlessly, contemplating the issue and its importance, then shook his head, peddling faster on the dirt road. He had spotted what seemed to be a broken building of some sort, he could make out a chalkboard hanging from the wall and had a roof,  which was great because the grey sweater of clouds above them told him they'd need shelter for the night. That was the night they met her, the Handler.
"Tell you what, you work for the Commission and we'll give you whatever you want in return."
"If I go, she comes."
"But-"
"It's this or no deal lady."
"Fine."
That was it, Five took the offer as quickly as he could, even though Y/N tried to argue about how this was all so suspicious, but he didn't listen. If he was going to go back in time, he was going to leave her at the commission, at least it would be better than the apocalypse. 
Working for the commission was not difficult, at least for Five, but Y/N was not very gifted in the art of 'killing' or anything related to fieldwork, hence Five rudely insisted (according to her) that she be sent to a desk job. It's true that she had some aim, but other than that, she wasn't a monster like him and he sure as hell didn't want her hands to get all bloody like his soul.
"Oh? Desk job? Why is that?" The blonde sighed, crossing her arms over her chest, honestly, she didn't even want to bring that liability to the commission, survival skills are great but the commission is far more sophisticated than that, but perhaps she could use this girl as leverage over Five.
"Because it's safer"
"Ah, I see you have a soft spot"
"What I have is the brain to know whom to risk in battle and whom to not, and she is great with finding anomalies in the cases you have given me, most of them are narrowed down by her."
"Well then, didn't think someone so insignificant could be useful."
"What do you mean insignificant?"
"Oh nothing, don't worry I'll sort it out"
"Scratch that," he cut her off, clicking his tongue, "Assign her as my partner."
"But-"
"Or we're both quitting the commission." With that he took a fistful of sweets from the lady's desk and walked out of the door, smiling to himself, knowing he'd succeeded.
It was safe to say that both became partners hereafter, though she was usually just used as backup or a getaway driver. Not that she had any issues with that, she was delighted that she could spend time with him, for these little moments were special to her. When he would bring her coffee in the morning, how he'd communicate with her through sign language even in public, or like the time when they were walking down the street and it had started to rain, he covered her head with his coat. There were nights when she couldn't sleep at night, the nightmares would become a bit too much, he'd somehow know. He'd know she would be crying in the washroom, he'd open the door to find her sitting there on the cold tiles, head buried in her hands- every time. He'd pull her up every time, hugging her close, resting his chin on top of her head as he'd just let her cry, not letting go of her till she had calmed down. She still wasn't sure if this was love, or if he loved her, perhaps it was all platonic, but for her, she knew she was in love with him, she needed him to be a part of her life, and she wanted to tell him, but never knew how to bring it up- until that unfortunate night.
She knew she wasn't supposed to go through his things, not that he had specifically asked her, but over the years she had learned that Five was someone who valued privacy more than anything. That's why when she came to his small office, personally given to him by the handler, to drop a file for their next case she noticed it was empty, and as cunning as curiosity is, it won her over. For she began to skim through her partner's stuff, looking for that little black diary he had on him ever since they had joined the commission, even when they were on missions she'd find him mumbling to himself, scribbling into it. He never let her look at it though, not even a peak. She had tried to once, while he was distracted by something, book in his hand, but before her eyes could land on the page, he slammed it shut, pretending it was not because of her. Now she knew he had secrets, many of them, but perhaps he could let her in? Just a bit- that's what bothered her the most, a factor that would push her buttons, for she knew if he loved her or at least trusted her, he would not keep things from her. Hence she got a bit too lost while looking for that thing.
Five blinked back to the commission, pissed as f***, he had to tell her, she needed to know, he thought as he marched into the building. It was late,  he had told Y/N to sit this one out for a reason, he was supposed to go back to 2007 and last time he checked (per his calculations) she was born in that year, she had no recollection of the date or year but he was not going to take any chances with the Paradox Psychosis. The building was almost empty, something he was thankful for because on his merry little trip to 2007, he had decided to go on a side mission as well, something he had been trying to figure out since his last conversation with the handler-
"Didn't think someone so insignificant could be useful"
Why had she said that? More importantly, why did she speak of Y/N as she knew her? So, after he was done correcting the timeline, he went to look into the city records of anyone with the same name as her- for she had once told him she was from New York City, that was all she could remember.  And as luck would have it, he easily blinked into the office, going through the records to find her, hoping to god his gut feeling was wrong- at least this once. His eyes landed on her name, the file, fingers brushing against the paper, hesitant. Taking a deep breath he pulled out the file and flipped it open, eyes running over each word- this was never about her, it was about him,
'Shit'.
She sat there on the ground, back pressed against his desk, her tear-stained face staring at the clock. It was almost 2 and he wasn't there. She had found the book and like a giddy little reckless child, she yanked it out of the cupboard, flipping through the pages quicker than you could say stop. What did she find? His calculations, all that work to take him back home, which meant he was going to leave her here. She knew he didn't love her but was he really going to leave her?
The door burst open as she flinched, flinging the diary somewhere in the corner as she looked up at him. He stood there confused, brows knitted together as he moved closer, noticing the mess that was around him. Strange, when he left he made sure everything was neat and in place, that is until he saw her sitting on the ground in front of his desk, glaring up at him with bloodshot eyes. Getting up she marched over to him, staring at him dead in the eyes, unable to notice his confused expressions. He wasn't sure what it was, but he prayed to God it wasn't the diary. Clearing his throat he placed a hand on her shoulder, gasping when she slapped it away- much as she did many years ago. 
"What happened?"
"What happened? You're going to leave me aren't you?"
He didn't say anything to her after that, the tension around them growing as he realized she had crossed a boundary he had ever so evidently set- his privacy. Pushing past her he twirled as he slowly took in the office and its mess, eyes landing on the diary in a corner on the floor. Walking over to pick it up, he checked to make sure all the pages were still intact. STuffing it in his pocket he walked over to her, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he gave her a crooked smile,
"Well, actually I was gonna take you darlin', but seeing as how you have no respect for privacy, I don't think I want to anymore."
"Good! I didn't want to anyway!"
With that she ran out of the office, regretting it as soon as she stepped outside the building. This was not how the night was supposed to turn out, she wanted to confess to him, in hopes of having them reciprocated and here she was, making it harder for herself. Sometimes, she really wished she had a voice, so she could scream out in pain and anger. A silent sob shook through her body as she began to walk to her quarters, the night as silent as her soul. She didn't want to think of how to face him tomorrow, but that was not something she wanted to think about anyway. 
He sighed in defeat, closing the office door behind him, he knew where he was going, he was going to her- he knew he'd have to, Delores and Jason would want him to. So when he blinked in front of her door, he realized he had never told her about the file. 
Climbing up the stairs of the two-story building she knew he'd be standing in front of her door, it wasn't even a thing to hope for anymore, that's just how he was- how they were. Stopping as soon as she spotted him, she glanced at him before going to unlock the door, ignoring him, though her shaking hand was making it difficult for her. Gently placing his hand on hers he held it steady, helping her turn the key- that was it, she knew that's all it took for him to gain access, always have, and will. Groaning internally she walked in, knowing he'd follow, locking up behind him like this was his apartment.
"Y/N, I need to talk to you."
Snorting in response she kicked off her shoes and walked into the kitchen, she hated when he would spit out statements, he knew she couldn't respond verbally which is why they were statements and never questions of 'if' or 'can we', it was always the final say. Following her quietly, he picked up her shoes and placed them neatly next to the wall, and walked into the kitchen to find her sitting on the counter, jugging down a gallon of cold milk. Standing at the doorframe cleared his throat,
"I...uh. I'm sorry about what I said."
Slamming the empty container beside her, she wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve, giving him a look as if to continue.
"It is true I am planning to time travel but I am nowhere near the solution and I...Yes, initially, I wanted to leave you, but it was only because of the whole different timeline, and...it's safer here."
Rolling her eyes she hopped off the counter, walking out of the kitchen, only for him to stop her, standing in front of her as she glared up at him, mouthing a;
"Get lost"
"And I will, but please, tell me something" he whispered, looking down at her, a look in his eyes he had never seen before, "What year was it before you woke up in 2019?"
Despite her anger telling her to not answer him, leave him hanging in confusion and in the dark as he did for many years she sighed before signing;
"2002"
"Shit." 
That night he told her about her file, how he went to look for her records and found out that she was born in 1989, just like him, but a different month and date. He was confused about how she ended up in the apocalypse, but he had noticed she had no family after a fatal car crash, which was why the Handler would have considered her a good option to pull out of the timeline, as she called her insignificant. It all made sense now, this insignificance was the reason she never offered the girl a job at the commission, she was an extra to the equation- at least for the handler. She was supposed to be some kind of test for Five and once he had cleared the test, she was disposable- or so those idiots at the commission thought.
"But...I realized you aren't safe here, especially because you don't even belong here." he turned to look at her, only to find her staring at her feet. Placing his hand on her knee he gave it a little squeeze, "I know it's a lot to process but...I swear I won't leave you, especially not now."
Meeting his gaze she sighed, biting her lip as her eyes stung, tears threatening to spill out;
"No, leave me here...she's right, I am insignificant, so it won't make a difference either way."
Pulling his hand away he glared at her, really not in the mood for her to think the Handler had half the brain she claimed to have, whispering to her, "No one is insignificant, especially not you." 
Sniffing she nodded before giving him a small smile, he would do this all the time. These positive affirmations, he'd make them sound like they were true and that he greatly believed in them- perhaps he did, she wouldn't know, but she didn't care either way. Taking a deep breath she looked at him and signed;
"Thank you Five...I'm glad to be in love with you."
Cue Five Hargreeves' face contorting into confusion, his heart racing, faster than his brain could connect the dots- because as soon as it did he came to one conclusion: She loves me platonically. Due to this he smiled at her, pulling her close in a hug, trying his best to hide his tears, he had no intentions of showing any signs of weakness, for he knew deep down inside, even if the timeline issue was fixed, he was too broken to be loved, too horrendous to be kissed by the gentle touch of a goddess like her and before he knew it, the words had slipped past his lips; "thank you."
It was safe to say that night ended on an awkward yet very sweet note. She had figured out that he was resisting, he had insecurities that were sealed shut within his fragile heart, and to get him to open up would be more difficult than time traveling. She didn't expect him to say it back instantly anyway, but she was glad he didn't push her away, instead, he'd make sure to take her on every mission, even if he thought it was dangerous and left her at the motel, he wouldn't leave her at the commission anymore. There were nights when she'd assist him, usually, he'd blink in first and kill, often having to face her wrath later.
"I HAD him Five!"
"I know you did, doll."
On nights when she was left at the motel, she'd go looking for the books he'd list down for her beforehand. Even in their mid-thirties, they were nowhere close to finding the solution. Sometimes she would help him, which would often result in him becoming a bit too competitive;
"We're on the same team, Sir."
"I know." He spat, hiding his work for the equation.
Somewhere along the line they had forgotten about her confession, she never pushed him, even at forty, she was comfortable with knowing he was always there- she would rather have him in her life as a friend, than not at all. Sometimes, she would hint at it, trying to be extra sweet to him, making him coffee before he got up, covering him up at night if he'd fall asleep on the sofa- not like they'd share a bed, at forty-five, she was still a virgin. Clearly, that wasn't changing anytime soon.
Nonetheless, here they stood, both almost sixty, staring at the blue portal, holding hands. They were about to jump before a fire extinguisher blew out of the portal and hit her on the head, causing her to lose her footing and fall into the portal, dragging him along.
Falling face front on the ground he groaned, standing up as he came face to face with his siblings, squinting at the weirdos before realizing Y/N got hit in the head.
"Shit, Y/N-" pausing, he stopped midway staring at her, then looking at his own hands, "Shit."
She sat in the kitchen, facing his siblings, pressing an ice pack on the giant bump on her forehead, watching the awkward interrogation- sheesh these people had a family drama.
"What's the date? The exact date." He asked, slapping toasts on a plate, not even bothering to look up at anyone.
"The 24th." 
"Of what?" He hissed, before turning and placing a plate in front of Y/N, pulling away the ice bag gently to look at the damage.
"March," Vanya replied, looking at Allison who shrugged at the dual personalities their brother was displaying.
"Good." He concluded, before going back to make himself a sandwich.
"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther finally stepped in, only to be snubbed by Five, "What just happened was, one of you a**hats threw an extinguisher in the portal and it hit Y/N".
"It's been 17 years." number one, ignored what his brother had said, hoping he wouldn't argue back.
"It's been a lot longer than that."
"Where'd you go?"
"The future. It's shit, by the way." he paused before glancing at Y/N who was quietly eating, while her other hand pressed the ice on her burning skin, "Most of it is."
"How long were you there?"
"Forty-five years. Give or take."
"So what are you saying? That you're 58?"
"No, our consciousness is 58." he sighed, irritated by how long this was taking, "apparently, our bodies are now 13 again.
"Wait, how does that even work?"
"Delores and Jason kept saying the equations were off. Eh." He sighed as he searched for coffee,  choosing to take out a mug first- he'd just get Y/N juice, no need to give her caffeine with that concussion.
"Bet they're laughing now," Y/N finally pitched in, placing the icebag on the table. 
The mug slipped right out of his fingers as he blinked beside her, staring at her wide-eyed as she looked up at him. There was silence in the kitchen, other than the mug crashing into a million pieces and Deigo's "Watch it, boomer!"
"What did you just say?"
"I..." she whispered, pausing as her fingers touched her lips and she cleared her throat, no way, was this possible. Had turning thirteen again given her voice back to her? 
"Oh my god" he chuckled, running a hand over his face, he had wondered how angelic her voice was, but he had no idea the sound of her voice would make him go weak in the knees.
"Uh, by the way," Klaus clapped his hands, "It's adorable how in love you two look but um, mind introducing us to your girlfriend there buddy?"
"She's not my girlfriend" He hissed at him, ready to bite him.
"You sure?" he pestered only for Five to grab her hand and blink them to his room.
She felt like she was nauseous, head spinning from many thoughts- and due to the hit but right now she looked at him, as he pursed his lips, staring at her with those eyes, soft as ever. 
"F-five..." 
"You sound sweeter than I thought."
"I love you."
Instantly pulling away, like he was repelled by her he groaned, turning to open his closet, ignoring what she had said. Only to be pulled back by the back of his collar by her- even if she was shorter than him. 
"Five."
"Look, Y/N, I know, you love me and I'm glad, but right now I don't want our platonic relationship-"
"NO, you idiot! I LOVE LOVE YOU!" she yelled, soon realizing she was loud enough for everyone else to hear, not that she cared.
He stood there in an oversized suit, squinting at her like an old man, palms clammy and heart racing, choking out a "W-what?"
"I have since forever, I even confessed to you the night I thought you'd leave me! You think I'd get up early in the morning and make coffee for anyone?"
"N-no I...I just..."
"Wait" her eyes widening at the sudden realization, "Do you not...love me-"
"OF COURSE I DO!"
"Oh" her face flushed at the confession, eyes glued to the ground.
"I...damn...I just thought you messed up the language when you said that to me"
"Excuse me? I am fluent in all sign languages, you over-grown baby."
Pausing at what she had just called him, his expression morphed into his usual 'and we're done', as he turned back to the closet, mumbling a "sweet voice, sour choice of words."
"They're true though."
"Which ones?" He said tossing his uniform on the bed as he thought of which sister's clothes to steal for her.
"How I feel about you."
"Good" he gave her a reassuring smile, "Because I wasn't lying either, now stay here so I get you something to wear, we have an apocalypse to stop". As he walked out of the room, he mumbled to himself (force of habit), hoping she wouldn't hear him, but she did (as usual),
 "I'd like to spend my second life listening to that angelic voice, forever."
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A/N: So, this request has been pending, much like the others. I am back at writing finally. Apologies, my cat's been sick recently and I've been preoccupied with my poor baby :(. I hope you like it, @achingwoundforaheart, and I hope it meets your expectations- yes, I am a sucker for dense Five.
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imfinereallyy · 7 months
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you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.
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delicioushottubpeanut · 5 months
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♡ babysitter
oneshot - inspired by that one edit
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fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)
paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..
You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.
The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.
He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.
Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.
"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.
"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.
Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.
"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.
"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.
"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."
He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.
Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.
"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.
"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.
"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.
He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.
"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.
"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.
"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.
"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.
"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.
"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.
"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.
"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.
He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.
"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.
Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.
"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.
"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.
Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.
He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.
"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.
"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.
His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."
"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.
"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.
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juniperarts · 2 months
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Staff say they're good friends 👍
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Simon, whose hands were shaking against the steering wheel of his car, tried to even his breathing as he looked up at your childhood home.
Simon, a man who’d been on numerous battlefields, a man who’d been shot at many times, was more nervous than he’d ever been knowing he was about to meet your family.
Simon, who loved you more than he ever loved anyone before, wanted so desperately for your family to like him, their approval meaning more to him than he’d ever admit.
Simon, whose thoughts were racing, felt himself snap out of his trance as he felt your hand rub his leg in a loving gesture.
Simon, who gave you the best smile he could in that moment, pressed a loving kiss to your lips, his worries suddenly vanishing.
Simon, who held your hand tighter than ever before, walked up to your front door with you, a small smile lining his lips as your mother answered the front door.
Simon, who’d only been hugged by you in the last decade, felt his heart stutter as your mother engulfed him in a warm hug.
Simon, who was most nervous about meeting your father, was pleasantly surprised as your father clasped him on his back, a broad smile lining his lips as he led Simon into the dining room.
Simon, who hadn’t been to a family gathering in many years, felt his eyes widen as he was led inside, a giant gathering of food and family surrounding the dining table.
Simon, who wasn’t used to being the center of attention, felt his cheeks burn as your family asked him about himself with genuine interest.
Simon, who had gotten used to the military rationed meals, felt a warmth pool in his belly-feeling pleasantly full for the first time in years.
Simon, who was genuinely upset when the night ended, felt his heart thaw ever so slightly as your family insisted on him coming for the holidays.
Simon, who was always reluctant on physical touch, made sure to hug your mom back a bit tighter this time as she whispered something in his ear.
Simon, who left that night with a genuine smile, his heart full as he finally had a family that accepted him with open arms.
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No spoilers, but I need some COD fluff in my life after finishing the mw3 campaign😅🫠
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angelltheninth · 5 months
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Michael Afton when You're Pregnant
Pairing: Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy, cravings, massage, kisses, picking names, cuddles, sweet!Michael Afton
A/N: After the two smutty ones I think it's time for some Michael fluff.
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He was worried about you at first, you seemed a bit skittish, nervous even though you were sick in the morning
You tell him the good news right before his shift, you can see his big brown eyes widen and then begin to get teary, he's almost shaking, laughing nervously as he takes your hands in his
Moments later he kisses you while his hands sneak down to your stomach, fingers pressing against it then under your shirt
Its both bad and good that you told him, good cause he couldn't be happier, bad because he's gonna spend the whole shift thinking about it
From then on he texts you a lot more, asking if you need anything
He is a really good cook as you know so even if your cravings are odd he'll make them, he'll even eat them with you so you don't feel weird about it
While he's at work he's writing name ideas down in his notebook
Thinks about getting a different job, one where he can work the day shift and one less risky
Despite being tired when he gets home he tries to make it before you wake up so he can cook breakfast without making you sick to your stomach
Careful when you're being intimate and always lets you be on top, especially when you start getting into the last months
The two of you put the baby room together months in advance, while you could still help out more without your joints and body hurting
If your body does hurt, well you do tell him he has very nice hands so he could try massaging you
Accommodates for any position you want to cuddle in
The moment he sees the baby bump he starts talking to the baby, he always shares his day with the both of you
Every morning and night he kisses you and your stomach
Makes it for every appointment you have
Clothes shopping with you is probably his favorite thing, he loves seeing you fawn about the cute baby clothes
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murdrdocs · 5 months
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imagine mike with a curious and impulsive gf who he brings to freddy’s one night and he’s all like ‘woahwoah don’t touch that’ and ‘stay away from that’ when she’s roaming around the place without a care in the world
you're not supposed to be there. mike had forgotten his vest through his sleepy haze and he needed you to bring it to him. that's all. a simple handoff at the front entrance.
instead, you, ever the inquisitive person, had to wander into freddy's, eyes wide with wonder as you looked around.
"my parents used to talk about this place all the time," being the precursor to you telling mike about the interest you've had in freddy's. all the while, he tries to dissuade you, hands at your waist as he attempts to pull you back towards the entrance.
you don't swat his touch away, instead letting your chest thud into his back as your head looks around at the four walls. 80s decor covered in decades worth of dust, tables with chairs stacked atop of them, carpet that is a true sign of the times. personally, mike thinks the place is creepy, so he doesn't really understand why you gasp excitedly and break away from him.
"baby, wait." he's already running after you, speed increasing when he sees you heading for the 'showtime' button. your squeal is almost adorable whenever mike yanks you back, his arms circled around your waist.
"don't touch that button." his voice is stern, he means it, but you're still giggling as you turn to face him and bring your hand to your forehead in a salute.
"yes, sir."
he doesn't have a second to bask in how the formality makes him feel because you're instantly made aware of the arcade room (somehow), and then mike's forced to follow the thud of your sneakers against the floor as you excitedly make your way there.
you refuse to leave until mike beats you at air hockey, which takes three rounds and $1.50 later.
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bomber-grl · 5 months
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Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !
Pairing(s): Mike Schmidt x Gn!Reader
Note! Has some plot | This is my relationship headcannons for movie Mike, stating this because I just might make video game Michael Afton headcannons aswell in the near future
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Very closed off and not looking for a relationship
He had hired you to take care of Abby when he was away and that’s how you two began getting closer.
Not the best conversation starter, however when you gave him the opportunity to speak about the dream theory he starts going on about it.
Then he apologizes and begins feeling a bit unsure and awkward.
It never really advanced from there and he’d almost constantly apologize and reassure that he’d pay you soon, but you never really cared for it.
Really peaked his interest when he realized that Abby had really grown to like you and began inviting you to do things with the both of them.
You, of course accepted and eventually Mike had started developing feelings for you.
Just as you did for him.
He didnt act on them at first.
Primarily Because he doesn’t see himself in a relationship, especially not with someone like you with him.
You were amazing, and he was a sad grown man who had to care for his little sister, and not even in a way he saw proper.
So of course he shuts it down, telling himself it’d be better off that way.
However, some way, somehow you got involved with Freddy’s pizzeria and you not only managed to save him but also Abby.
Then from there it just went uphill.
He got a better job, better pay, and is able to connect with Abby easier.
Not only that but the custody battle has been leaning in his favor.
He had no one to thank but you.
You’d take Abby to school, occasionally cook for them, and you were always reliable.
One fateful evening you and Mike were just hanging out in the living room.
Talking and just watching whatever was on TV.
Then he brought up your relationship, and stated that he’d really like to start one with you, a romantic one, that is.
You of course, said yes, and he was relieved and happy at your reaction.
But then Abby came to mind, what would she think?
You asked him this almost immediately.
But he reassured and said that the final push was actually when Abby hinted/teased her older brother about your potential relationship, then ran off.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and an awkward atmosphere hung in the air but then Mike went to hold you hand and it made it semi better.
The next morning you almost immediately told Abby and she was so happy.
Which really relieved the both of you.
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Things had changed, albeit subtly.
And although Mike wasn’t the most physically affectionate, probably due to him being pretty much touched starved and traumatized.
He tried his best to convey his affection towards you with teasing and joking around.
You’d often just enjoy the others company and bond mostly with Abby around.
If you were to ever do something even a little bit flirty around her she’d immediately be grossed out.
Which was funny, and was mentally noted to ever do again in her presence, even if it was just a kid friendly comment.
Your guy’s first kiss was pretty intimate
I mean Mike had never seemed much interested in kissing or doing anything further down the road.
However, after a particularly draining day, and horrible weather outside, Mike had offered you to stay for the night.
Abby was so excited and the three of you played with her just a little bit over her curfew then sent her off to bed.
When you were finally able to be alone, Mike, very awkwardly and a bit bashful, offered for you to sleep in his bed.
You, like the amazing person you were, rejected and said that it was fine and that he should just sleep there.
Not completely understanding that Mike didn’t mean separate, but together.
Once he bashfully explains that all you can do is mutter out an “oh” and go along with it.
Pretty awkward as you both just lay down as stiff as rods in silence.
Then you guys begin talking.
And it’s just you two talking about whatever at like 2 a.m, trying your best to keep it down.
If you decide to be bold and make a move by asking if you could cuddle with him, then he’d hesitantly agree.
Again, not because he hates you, but because he’s an awkward guy.
So once you’re settled in each others arms you start talking about each others traumas and mostly hidden things.
It’s the sleep deprivation getting to you guys.
Well once you’re both finished venting and just being vulnerable you decide to make a move and lean forward, giving him plenty of time to move if it’s not wanted.
But he didn’t, and the clash of your lips followed soon after and how drawed out it was won’t be mentioned by either of you either.
Things not only start changing and he’s side hugging you more (publicly)
Although not really into pda
And be more affectionate (as he can)
I’m sure at one point you get so comfortable with one another that although awkward moments occur, most of them spent together is just you saying cringe stuff and making him regret ever making it out alive of Freddy’s.
From then on, not only do you tease and get a worthwhile reaction but he’s always hugging and giving you cheek kisses in private.
He’s also grown fond of cuddling, just because of how close he gets to be to you.
If you were to ever tell him he’s hot.
He’d get really taken back but then laughs it off and says whatever.
(Saying this because I know those fans of him exist 😭)
Honestly it’s kind of hard for you to tell when he’s being sarcastic or not😔
He’s always making snarky and joking remarks and hard to tell when he’s just being his sassy self.
Honestly home dude is just trying his best and his relationship with you really lightened up his life even more.
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Note! Should I make a pt 2 with Mike as your husband?
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schmidtsbimbo · 3 months
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i would never talk back. dinner would always be ready and served. the house would be spotless. as many kids as he wants.
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he’s so pretty i can’t do this anymore
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itstheghostofmypast · 2 years
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I'm Better
Five x Wife F.Reader (Superspeed)
H.C
Summary: To say she was like him was incorrect, she was better. She was smarter and she was definitely faster. Meeting at the commission was only the first step that led it all to blossom into some form of chaotic love- but not listening to his wife -as usual- proved he's dumb as hell.
Powers: Superspeed
Genre: Fluff
Requested by: @whoreofscience
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To say Y/N was an easy person to get along with was an overstatement. She was extremely smart- a genius some would say- but was extremely stubborn. Oh, and she had certain powers that made AJ from the commission pull her out.
Therefore, the girl who ended up in an orphanage after her parents had died in a car crash was approached by a weird fish on top of a man's body that appeared in her room. Naturally like any other child in an orphanage, she decided to run away, but unlike any other child, she ran back at him with a bat. All done in under a minute.
It was safe to say that he had to put up a fight before trying to explain to her how she was special and he was here to take her away from this place;
"Then adopt me like a normal parent you bowl head."
"My, my, such a tone for a young lady."
"I'm still holding a bat freak, and I ain't afraid to kill a fish."
"I know, but you should know that no one would give a little girl under the care of a fish."
"Hmmm..."
"You have a gift Miss Y/N, and I can polish it for you."
"What do I get in return?"
"A place to call home."
"Do I look like a sap to you?"
"Alright, what would you like?"
"Books. Unlimited access to knowledge."
"I think we'll get along really well."
That was how at the age of 7, she became his student. He would train her to fight, test her limits- pushing her to the edge. In return, he'd let her choose where ever and whatever to obtain if it categorized as "knowledge". At the age of 10, she had asked him to let her visit the Library of Alexandria.
"But child, that was burnt, you know you can not take anything from that place."
"I won't, give me a week and I'll read through the whole place. Super speed remember."
"I'll think about it."
"I'll do the endurance test."
"A week in Alexandria it is."
By 21 she was officially the top member of the commission, smarter than everyone else, stronger than everyone else, and way faster than everyone else. That is word of a new recruit began to spread, a gifted young man brought in by the Handler herself- Y/N knew this was nothing more than a competition between her and AJ, neither of them had any sentiments towards the people they had brought in. Yet, she felt the urge to go and check out how special this a** really was.
To say their first encounter was ideal would be an...overstatement. The first time he laid eyes on her he felt the world stop, literally. She was the most beautiful creature he had seen, yet he felt the urge to smack that (mind you, metaphorically) smug expression off her pretty little face as she zipped past him- invading his safe zone.
He had been hiding in the storage room, he didn't have any cases that day, but as usual, the Hander was UP HIS A**. Hence, he chose to work on the math in a place where the horrendous would never come. He was glad he was alone, the twenty-one-year-old could finally get some work done- that is a gush of find almost flipped him off his seat, sending his papers flying. Sitting straight, confused af, he looked around the room, there were no windows here and the weather was nothing but sunny a while ago.  Before he could stand up he heard a,
"The working is wrong."
Then another blast of wind swirled his swivel chair, at an unimaginable speed, forcing him to blind a meter away- his footing weak as the spins messed with his balance.
"Ah, spatial manipulation I see...neat little trick" someone whispered in his ear, as a reflex his arm swung in the direction, only to hit nothing.
He heard a chuckle, head whipping in its direction as he glared at her with eyes filled with rage, ready to kill. 
"I'm Y/N"
"I don't care, leave before I swat you like a fly, roadrunner."
"Ouch." She feigned hurt only to run around him spinning him for a second before he blinked away, forcing her to stop, utterly confused as she looked around the empty room. She was about to leave when she was pushed forward to the ground. Her face was about to hit the ground, eyes clenched shut as she braced for the impact, only it never came. Opening her eyes she saw that she was no longer in the storage room but outside in the garden. Squinting at the sun she huffed, muttering a "Sneaky little bastard".
Naturally, like any sane person who was trying to avoid a conflict, she did the exact opposite. Swooshing back into the storage room, zipping past everyone, papers flying, skirts being pulled down by screaming women, she slammed open the door, only to find him sitting in the same place where she had initially found him. 
"Hey, you little-"
"I'd love to entertain a brat like you, but I'm currently busy."
"You can't find the mistake, can you?"
"I'll kill ya if ya ain't gone by the next 10 seconds."
"PFFFT"
That was how the two met, the day their paths crossed, the day Five realized how much he hated knowing someone was as smart as him- if not smarter. He had no issues with her, other than the fact that she would not stop irritating him. Any moment of peace that he got was when he was on a mission, at the commission she'd be everywhere, it was like her sole purpose was to piss him off. 
Whenever he'd make his coffee, setting the mug on the table of the office kitchenette, his mug would be stolen every time he'd go to get a spoon. Every damn morning. If he would be walking down the hallway, she'd zip past him, almost knocking him off his feet, laughing when he'd hear her curse at her- often threatening to kill her. On one particular occasion, he was in the library looking for a few books, as soon as his hand would reach out for a specific book, a gust of wind would come out of nowhere and the book would no longer be in its place, he'd look down the aisle and see her holding the book, "Oh? You wanted this? Well, first come first serve, I guess". If anyone would ask Five about her he'd usually respond with a 'To hell with the Roadrunner, gonna use a mallet on her one day.'
He never did though, he'd claim to be irritated, but he'd entertain her little games almost every day. He wasn't sure why, but the sight of her having powers made him feel a little less lonely, not that he appreciated her torment. In all honesty, he was just studying her, to beat the enemy one must first know the enemy- not saying that she was a threat, but according to the Handler, everyone who worked directly under AJ was the enemy.
She had suggested that Five should give the girl a taste of her own medicine, to some extent he agreed, and he sure as hell was going to, Five Hargreeves lost to no one, but his plan to blink her to the center of the Earth was put on pause after a specific event.
He had come into his office late at night, his mission had been boring and extremely long- he was mostly tired, wanting to go home and cry himself to sleep as usual. But the sight of her in his office made him sigh in frustration, he was in no mood for games tonight;
"Why are you in my office?"
"I needed help"
"Listen race car, I'd love to help you out but I'm busy"
"No, Five seriously, I need your help."
"And?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "why exactly should I help the commission's brat?"
"Well...because..." She glared at him before huffing, "Whatever you're too stupid to help out anyway" and zooms past him.
And for once at least for a moment, he felt like he won, it was nice to see her all angry and frustrated. Whistling he walked down the empty corridor only to stop at the office where they had all the briefcases, grunting in frustration before opening the glass door;
"What the hell are you doing?"
"None of your business blinker."
"Nice one"
"Shut up, I'm too busy to insult you right now"
Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, tilting his head,
"Busy committing a felony?"
"Busy trying to collect material for research"
"That research being?"
"Hey, what's your last name?'
"What?"
"Last name? Do you not have one?"
"It's Hargreeves. Why?"
"No reason"
She hopped off the shell and looked at him, patting the briefcase, running past him in a flash after having the final say as usual;
"I don't discuss business with whistleblowers."
"What?' utterly confused he turned around to look at her blurry image, oh, so she had heard him whistling, stupid chipmunk.
It was safe to say the next day Five was called in by the handler to answer a few questions as to why he had checked out a briefcase in the middle of the night to go to a random city.
"I what?"
"It's checked out under your name -Five Hargreeves, now dear, we don't use the bag for personal errands."
"...I am aware."
"So you did not use it?"
"No, but I'll sort it out."
With that he had gone to find the little maze rat, blinking into her office. There was an urge to yell at her, but the sight of her sitting on the floor surrounded by books and a mess was something he did not expect to see. 
"Care to explain"
"I couldn't do it."
"Do what?'
"One was unethical and stupid, would've messed up the timeline" she groaned and kicked a book before standing up and going to a chalkboard, reading the numbers, "And the suitcase was useless because I need a stronger energy source for the calculations to be accurate- this junk is like only 20% of the real deal"
"The real deal being?"
"Your powers."
He scanned the room, the calculations, and the work was much similar to his, he was actually amazed by the fact that someone else in the world had the same, he was about to compliment her until he saw a date on the board, next to coordinates- no way in hell was she,
"Were you going to do what I think you were?"
"You mean to stop the car crash, then yes. I was but when I arrived last night a few hours before it I realized how stupid I was being- but that's not really why I took the briefcase."
"Then why did you?'
"If I tell you, you'll tell on me.'
"I won't."
"And I should trust a blinker light?'
"Lisen speedy Gonzalez" he blinked in front of her, glaring down at her, who was glaring back up at him, "I would like to leave with a mess I created FOR MYSELF- I do NOT want to be dragged by a roadrunner knock off."
"A WHAT?"
That was it, a conversation that could have flown smoothly was then converted into a horrible battle, between the two across the commission. He would blink to a different place every time she'd shoot, and she'd speed off when he'd blink behind her to stab her.
"STAY STILL"
"WAS GONNA SAY THE SAME THING TO YOU"
Whenever one had the upper hand the other would slip away, to say they were injured would be an understatement. Je broke her arm when she was running away, instantly blinking beside her, grabbing her, and blinking her into a wall- the impact was bad enough to emit a crack from her bone and a small yelp from her. In return however she was about to break his nose, for when he blinked away thinking he'd won, he turned around only to be smacked in the face by a bat she conveniently found.
It was safe to say the horror only ended when the two were bloody and out of juice. Panting as they stood at opposite sides of the handler's office, glaring at each other.
"WhaT's the matter? OUT OF GAS?'
"FUNNY was gonna ask you that, you desert rat"
"I HATE YOU FREAK"
"THE feelings mutual"
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING@?"
"HE/SHE STARTED IT."
As a result, the two were partnered up indefinitely, as a punishment, much to both's displeasure. 
Nonetheless, after a whole year of bickering during missions, taking each other's kill, they slightly got the hang of it. Often one would distract while the other would kill, and vice versa. This 50/50 deal was the only way the two could complete missions without one feeling useless, while the other did all the work.
Somewhere down the line, Five realized how she was like him, she was impulsive and impatient (more than he was), but she was smart and calculative. She would never rush in like a fool, she'd wait, she'd observe then go in for the kill. Kind of like a tiger. Mind you he had no other interest in her, after missions their ride back to the motel would be filled with silence. 
Until two years in of  their partnership, they were coming back from a mission, the date was the same date she had written on the board that he had read- minus the year- and out of pure habit he asked,
"Mind telling me what you were trying to do with the briefcase?"
"Needed to know how it works"
"Why?"
"Feeling nosy today, aren't we?"
"Perhaps."
"Tell you what, I'll answer if you answer too."
"Fair enough-"
"How did you end up in the Commission Five? they don't just bring in anyone."
"Didn't I ask first?"
"Did you? Hadn't noticed."
"Alright, ya cheater- I time traveled my way to the apocalypse at thirteen, lived alone till 21 until the Handler recruited me."
"So, that's like...8 years alone."
"Wasn't alone, I had Delores."
"Oh..." No, she was not jealous at all
"Your turn."
"I needed the power source so I could configure this, I was going to dissect the case, then I looked at the watch and I guess...I kinda let my feelings take over for a while" She pointed to the wristwatch she was wearing, it was a man's wristwatch, an old faded one.
"If it makes you feel any better, my mom sold me to a rich billionaire who created a band of traumatized heroes."
"I'm...not sure that's supposed to make me feel better- psycho."
"Psycho, I'm not the one who let a fish bowl adopt me."
"HEY! I DID THAT FOR MY OWN REASoNS."
"Which were?"
"For my thirst for knowledge"
Giving her a side glance he parked the car, "That all?"
"And food that didn't taste like garbage. Not that you'd know what that's like, you were bought by a billionaire-"
"And we're done for the day."
"HAHA"
That conversation was probably the start of something new because, after a month of asking each other such questions, there was a weird bond formed between the two, one that neither wanted to address. But she'd notice how he'd casually brush his hand against hers while walking, or the time his chest was pressed against her back when he reached to the top shelf to grab a mug for her. 
Not like he had it any easier. His ears would pick up each groan that would leave her lips when she'd be frustrated, murdering the paper with the tip of her pen. How her laughter would make the room a bit brighter, even if it was after insulting him- this was confirmed when she insulted his tie, laughed at him, and ran out of the bar, he could see how all eyes were on her.
Naturally, neither wanted to act upon such trivial feelings, both having different goals in mind. He had to go and stop the apocalypse, and she wanted her watch to travel like the briefcase so she could ditch the commission and travel across time at her own pace and will.
By thirty the two were nowhere near their required answers, frustrated and exhausted, Five threw another ball of paper at the wall. They were done with the mission, which was why he thought working on her wristwatch issue would be easier than his own work- now don't get him wrong, he wasn't doing this because he liked her or anything, he just thought it was easier to figure out and she was just dumb. So when the door swung open and she rushed in with a crate of whiskey he wanted to ask her if she was in her senses. 
"Tonight we drink"
"And what is the occasion"
"I was adopted by a fish bowl."
"Ah, I see."
He'd kill for a drink right now, which is why he gave in to her request. 
Unfortunately, drunk Y/N and drunk Five were not the best combination, turns out the a**hole within both surfaces and things go downhill really fast after that;
"Wait...this is..work MInE" she slapped the paper on the table, turning to glare at the...two Fives before her.
"Yeah- was doin' it for ya dumbass."
"DUmB? mY Ass is anything but DUMB you sociopath."
"Ohh, the pretty girl finally got somethin' right..." he groaned, he was about to take another swig of the bottle when his world turned blurry, hair tossing around with the speed at which he felt the soft mattress. Blinking away the blur he glared up at her, "This counts as harassment."
"So does staring at my butt."
"Tis' nice to stare at." With that he grabbed her collar and pulled her down, their lips only an inch away, "I win" he smirked before flipping them over, hovering above her, amused by her petrified expressions. He knew she didn't doubt him, nor was she afraid of him, but the thought of him winning against her was going to torment her for years. 
Before she could come up with a snarky response he kissed her, making sure to have her squirming beneath him but blinked away when she began to respond.
"WHAT THE F*** FIVE" hissing she sat up, watching him scribbling on the paper, completely lost in thought.
"Shut up, I think I found the solution"
"By KissING mE?"
"Yeah. Imagine what other questions could be answered if we fu-"
"NOPE" she zoomed out of the room.
It was safe to say that the next morning, both parties woke up hungover like anything. 
"CloSE thE SUN" she hissed, burying her face into something warm and soft, sighing in contentment until that something pulled her closer and as a reflex, she kicked it off the bed.
"MOTHER FU- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"ME? WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED!"
"YOU'RE IN MY BED"
"Oh...Well, why am I in your bed?"
"The hell do I know, last I remember was you trying to touch me without my consent."
"What?" she spat out, sitting up to realize she was in fact in his bed, the room was littered with several bottles and for some ungodly reason, she was wearing his shirt, while he was dressed in his old man pajamas. As guilt was about to hit her and she was about to apologize, the words stopped right at the tip of her tongue, "I- WAIT YOU KISSED ME FIRST"
Nodding in return he walked over to the table, flipping pages to find the one in which he wrote the solution, pulling it out with a grin, "Solved your equation by the way-"
It was snatched out of his hand faster than light could travel, as her eyes scanned over each number.
"A thank  you would be nice."
"Five...."
"What?"
"5318008 is not the answer"
"What do you mean??" he snatched it back from her, frowning and wondering why he wrote those numbers because last night he did this he made a discovery.
"My friend, turn the paper upside down and read the numbers."
Following her request, he squinted at the answer before groaning in frustration.
"Guess you were thinking with your d*** and not your brain last night."
"Shut up."
After that night, the two were a bit more open with each other, after she had made him swear never to work on her equations again- no need for more of her body parts to be written down in numbers. Although he agreed reluctantly, he had to admit that he had begun to show her a more, soft side, one that he didn't even know he had- it wasn't his fault though, she'd just end up doing things to him, kissing his cheek when he'd get her coffee, holding his hand while walking around the road during a mission, snuggling closer to him. 
There was another realization between the two, a more sad concept that the two had discovered, the lack of attention and love had left them clinging to each other. Which is why, as soon as that hit her- she began to block him out again. She had simply refused to show any kind of affection, she'd say it was nothing, but he wasn't a fool, nor was she. It began from demanding they sleep on separate beds, to having breakfast either before he did or after he did, the rides back from missions became silent again, and every time he'd ask she'd just brush him off. It got worse when he finally asked;
"Y/N, what are we? You've been avoiding me for a while now if I've done something to offend you... I mean I know I've been busy but so have you and-
"Friends with benefits, how about that?"
"No."
"Five, I'll become a liability to you and you for me and I don't want that okay!"
"Listen to me Y/N, it's okay to be afraid-"
"I AM NOT AFRAID"
"YES, YOU ARE" He slammed the brakes, turning to look at her, "Stop.Running.Away."
"Make me." With that she ran out of the car, faster than she had expected, which she only realized when she stopped under a random tree, completely dry. It had been raining cats and dogs, yet, even after running across an entire field, she was dry as ever- 'Note to self: emotions affect speed' She was about to run away further when a flash of blue stopped her, gripping her wrist.
"Five, stop I-" pausing when her eyes met the hurt in his forest green orbs, swirling with untold feelings.
"Please, Y/N, I- you're not the only one who's out of their comfort zone," he whispered, hoping to God she'd stay and not pull away again. Honestly, he'd usually catch up to her when she'd run, but tonight, her blur of a frame was too fast for him to blink to, he hadn't even realised she was gone till after a solid minute.
"Five...I can't- I don't want to feel that way again..."
"You don't have to feel alone, grieve for your parents but don't suffer alone- suffer with me."
"...was that supposed to be romantic because."
"Oh for the love of God, you just love ruining the moment."
"Why? were you going to propose to me or something-"
"I was."
She was about to call off his bluff but he let go of her wrist and blinked away before she could, leaving her standing in the rain. 
"...FIVE YOU BETTER BLINK BACK- HE's MAKING ME RUN TO HIM, I SHOULD'VE SHOT HIM IN THE FACE LONG AGO"
Either way, when she reached the car, he was standing outside, rain dripping off the tips of his raven locks as he smirked at her. A very unusual proposal because before he could get down on one knee for her, she punched him in the face, earning an 'I regret nothing, woman.'
Hence, the secretly betrothed couple continued to live their lives in the commission until they had figured out the solution- well Five had, but she still said something was off.
"Five, I think the decimal is wrong."
"Woman. How long have we been married for?"
She looked at her husband, sitting there in all his grace with a fedora over his balding head and that mustache she had tried to shave off many times at night but he'd always blink away. 
"Around 28 years"
"And if I ask you, in exchange for those lovely 28 years to trust me, to have the slightest OUNCE OF FAITH IN ME" he growled, pressing the tip of his index finger and thumb together, "This much trust would do wonders, darlin'.
"You realize your fingers are touching-"
"I AM AWARE THANK YOU."
So the two stood at the portal staring at it. She wasn't supposed to use the portal though, she told him she'd use the watch with th3 same equation, even though he had insisted they go through the portal.
"I'm using the watch Five."
"What if it doesn't work"
"Please we worked on it together, we're like basically a genius duo."
"I'm serious, love."
"Then...then I'll wait for you to come and get me."
With that she grabbed him by the collar, quickly kissed him, and pushed him into the portal, watching it fade as she sighed. By the heavens she hoped for her watch to work, if not, her plan B was to make sure he can stop the apocalypse and she'd end anything or anyone from the Commission within a blink of an eye.
Taking a deep breath she remembered what he had told her to do;
*3 months ago*
"Count till 3, then press the button alright?"
"You realize I'm not an idiot-"
"But you're reckless and...I care about you."
"Sheesh, a married old man blushing as he tells his wife he cares-"
"Okay goodnight " he turned around in bed, turning off the lamp as she laughed, running to his side to turn it on then back in the sheets before he could react.
*Now*
She did as he had told her, counted till three, and pressed the button.
"Shit" he hissed looking around at his siblings before entering the kitchen. They watched him make one sandwich right after the other:
"Exactly how hungry are you?" Allison asked only for him to snub her,
"It's not for me. Now, what's the date, exact date?'
"24"
"Of what?"
"March."
"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther finally stepped in,  "It's been 17 years." 
"It's been a lot longer than that."
"Where'd you go?"
"The future. It's shit, by the way." he paused before thinking about Y/N who was still not there, "She should've been here by now."
"How long were you there?"
"Forty-five years. Give or take."
"So what are you saying? That you're 58?"
"No, my consciousness is 58." he sighed, irritated by how long this was taking, "apparently, my are now 13 again- shit, she'll kill me" he sighed as he heard something outside.
"Who is she?" Diego asked, staring at the psycho.
"She's my-"
"FIVE YOU SON OF A B****" 
A blur zoomed into the room and Five was slammed into the wall, falling to the ground, coughing in pain.
Everyone standing in battle stance now (minus Klaus, who was covering Vanya) stared at the back of a little girl visibly shaking in anger as he hissed, "THE DECIMAL"
He stood up slowly, pointing at the woman- girl- feeling accused, "Why WOULD YOU DO THAT-"
"OUNCE OF TRUST MY ASS"
"I don't think it's appropriate for me to comment on it anymore, considering we're kids-" 
"Who is this Five?" Luther asked, pulling back Diego who looked ready to kill, there was no need to murder a child. 
"This is Y/N Hargreeves-"
She runs out of the room before he can finish his statement, sighing he continues, "She's my wife, and she has powers like us."
"Aw~ you married, never thought anyone would marry you-"
"Klaus, I'll kill you."
She zooms back in, scaring the shit out of everyone except for Five, he knew what she was doing, this was a stupid power move, much similar to his blinking around, everyone to intimidate them. Placing two paper cups of coffee she looks at Five:
"Conclusion, the sugar and caffeine rush increases the speed by 94.32 % unless more than three donuts are consumed with a mug of coffee. Adverse effects would be the excelled heart rate and the after-effects of the rush, possibly leading to one or two of the following;
1)Instant fainting
2)Vomiting
3)Urge to use the washroom
4)Heart attack
Five grabs a cup and watches her go, enjoying how everyone else is freaking out, he'd be lying if he were to say it didn't turn him on when she'd do that- well he wouldn't say that now because they were thirteen- again.
She zoomed out again, speeding in back to the kitchen, this time in someone's uniform, stopping by Luther she poked his arm before humming to herself, then taking a knife from Diego's hand and throwing it at Klaus' feet, watching him squeak and yell "HEY,"
"Super strength, Target Manipulation, powers related to voice also categorized as manipulation, and let me guess, you don't know what your powers are?" She stared at the siblings before chugging down her coffee.
"You forgot about her." Alison taunted only for her to shake her head,
"No, I didn't, she's normal- hence, only permanent factor, unchanging at least for now."
Throwing the paper cup away somewhere Five stood up, looking around, "Well, then, if you're done with your payback for me placing the wrong decimal, shall we go?"
"I'm not done with you."
"Of course not." He grabs her hand and blinks them away, leaving everyone sitting in the kitchen in silence.
"What the f***"
"Hey...did anyone notice how he just married a female Five?"
"I feel harassed."
It was safe to say it took a while for the siblings to get used to her, at times she was worse than Five, probably because she was always eating something sweet, even though he'd tell her multiple times not to.
"STOP"
"Stop what?"
"Didn't I say no more sweets?"
"You also said to trust you, how'd that work out for us."
"Let.it.go."
"Can you two please stop arguing,  as a single dad I am highly offended at my upbringing"
"Five, please I'll just run in and get the records instead."
The siblings noticed how chaotic the couple was, they never really took no for an answer, and each was always trynna one up the other, but one thing was clear, as Deigo said after he placed a drunk in his bed, next to a drunk asleep Y/N that Luther had gently placed on the bed.
"Damn...if I got a woman, I'd get one like that one."
"One that ends up drunk?'
"No, Luther, you idiot, one that goes to hell and back for me."
Luther looked at them asleep, she was hugging his arm, face pressed against it, they looked, peaceful. 
"I guess you're right."
But when the two fought, they were ready to slit each other's throat, this was something the siblings witnessed. It was when he blinked them back to the mansion, letting her hand go accidentally, which led her to fall, landing on her wrist, shattering the wristwatch. Let's just say when Deigo and Allison reached home, they found the place to be a mess, Pogo running to them and telling them about the fight. They ran to the main room to find Five blinking around the place, 
"I SAID I'M SORRY"
"I DONT WANT YOU SORRY YOU A**, GIVE ME HIS WATCH BACK, I WANT MY DAD'S WATCH BACK" she was screaming at him, running around throwing things at him, barely missing him each time. 
The fight only stopped when her emotions got the best of her, f*** teenage hormones and the caffeine wore off, she crashed into a wall, falling to her knees as she sobbed loudly, rubbing her eyes furiously. Five had blinked in front of her, sighing as he got down to his knees, hugging her close, whispering how sorry he was, how he'd fix it for her (even though he knew she was perfectly capable of doing it herself).
Luther and Allison believed that the couple was more destructive than lovely, though Klaus disagreed, as he said,
"Five like a challenge, that sociopath would eat up and spit out any weak s/o, no, he deserves someone who teaches him how love is soft like a chicken's butt but as strong as Diego's skull."
When they were about to time travel again, with an unconscious Vanya she looked at him, mouthing "63" then they teleported, only problem, as they were split up and she had ended up with Klaus.
Five on the other hand almost lost his mind when he realized another apocalypse was on its way after he met with Hazel. As soon as he was at Elliot's he saw a photo of her and he felt a bit better, knowing she was still there and safe.
Cue, her rushing into the place, pushing everyone out of the way to stop and foot away from Five, smiling at him like an idiot, "Hey there, lover."
"Wait, are you two a thing?" Lila asked from the couch to which Y/N glanced at her and then made a face;
"Who got little miss teapot on board?"
It got worse when they went to see the Handler, the fact that Lila was working for the Handler had Y/N laughing like an idiot;
"Boy, she has a thing for collecting psychos"
"Darlin' you ain't any different from us."
But when they were told to kill the board, that's when things got messy, 
"Oh and Y/N dear, I want you to bring me back AJ, not Five. It has to be you."
So, yes, she did stare at the man who had saved her from that hell hole, watching him beg for his life, but before she could swing the bat, Five grabbed her hand and blinked her to the garden, much like he had done the first time they had met.
"FIVE" zooming back inside she found him putting the fish in a bag of water, 'Let's go."
When they didn't show up on time, let's just say Y/N didn't take it lightly.
"ARE YOU ALL THIS STUPID BY CHOICE? YOU CAN'T MEET A SIMPLE DEADLINE? 6 TRAUMATISED KIDS WHO WENT THROUGH HELL, YET YOH CAN'T GRASP THE CONCEPT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS MATTER OS?"
"Easy Y/N" he placed a hand on her shoulder as Allison,
"For your information Y/N, we have important things to do as well-
"NO, YOU DO NOT. YOU HAD ONE JOB, LAY LOW, BUT DID YOU? ALL OF YOU MESSED WITH THE TIMELINE? DIDN'T YOU? AND WHAT'S WORSE IS I HANDED MY FATHER TO A DEATH SENTENCE FOR YOU PEOPLE AND I...." she stopped talking as it hit her, she really had given AJ to the Handler, he really was dead now.
"Y/N" he whispered trying to calm her down before she swat his hand away, "No, I'm done Five. You said you wouldn't let it happen again, I just lost my family.." Her voice cracked as she whispered, "again". Before he could console her she ran away, leaving everyone a bit too guilty as Five blinked outside to see where she had run off to, though he failed.
This is why he decided to go with plan- F, which stood for F***
"Luther, I need ya to be my spotter."
"Your spotter?"
"Yeah."
Cue them meeting the elderly couple, Y/N stared at Luther then at little Five. "What the f***"
"Hey, there lover, where's your husband."
"He went to pee, so shall I kill you before he arrives or after?"
"Actually, doll I'd like to have a word with myself" he gave her a weird grin.
(눈‸눈) "Let me guess, you got the decimal wrong"
"Ounce of trust, love."
"Who is this?" Older Five asks glaring at Luther and Five.
"Our secret love child."
Cue the paradox psychosis hitting the psychos as Luther walked beside an older Y/N. She was much calmer than the Y/N they had seen.
"Tell me, boy, do I die in the future?"
"What- no, no, Ma'am nothing like that...hah..its..uh complicated."
"I see, does he" *points at kid Five yelling at a man about how he wished he could pull off those shorts, "Still love me?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it love I mean...you guys are..weird? But I guess it is love according to Klaus"
"Well, that's- EEE" She squeaked, hands going to her butt as kid Five marched past her, "Stop flirting with my spotter".
"FIVE YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO AN ADULT - OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY DID HE JUST SLAP YOUR -"
So, when the Fives actually break out fighting, Y/N just stands there, casually watching them as she checks the time on her watch. Luther loses his mind as he tries to stop them,
"Y/N STOP THEM"
"No, I'm good, plus the loop has to complete itself."
Hence when older Five is thrown in the portal, the younger one turned to look at Luther and Y/N, groaning at the sight of the wrecked suitcase. At this point he felt like it was all pointless, even this didn't work out and-
"Five?"
"What?"
"Why am I mad at you?'
"How the hell did you know that"
"Would've been here otherwise."
"Well dear lover, much like now, I proved to be useless to you, got you stuck in a child's body, trapped in time, followed by an apocalypse and broke your dad's watch- true husband material."
Luther watched the exchange quietly, he had never seen Five so...distraught- no, he looked disappointed in himself. That's a first. And like the softie, he was expecting her to show his psychotic brother some form of kindness- or so he thought;
"Man, you f***ed up, huh?"
"Thank you Mrs.Hargreeves, I wasn't aware of that."
"Well, time to go then- oh wait" she reached for her pocket, taking out a small diary, "Here, also, Five don't beat yourself up, you just learn TO LISTEN TO YOUR SMART WIFE".
As she disappeared with the blue flash Luther stood there, utterly confused about the chaotic exchange, only to realize that Five was actually smiling to himself, staring at the diary.
"So uh, what now?"
"Oh we're screwed, Luther."
After their horrible supper with their father, Five comes back with little to no information, only to go to the rooftop of the building. Leaving all his siblings in Eliot's living room. Opening the door he saw her sitting by the edge, legs dangling off as she looked at the cars below.
"Hey" he muttered, sitting next to her.
"Hey."
"Feeling better yet?"
"I can't control my hormones, which means I can't control my emotions, which means I cant comtrol my speed- Five, I've lost control of everything. I'm not supposed to lose control of anything I-"
"I slapped older you's a***"
"....what the actual f***"
"You were getting too comfortable with Luther"
"SO IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU BEING A PERVERTED OLD MAN?'
"Perhaps it does, who cares, she's my wife, not yours."
"That makes no sense."
"Well, does anything? I got you this by the way." He showed her the diary, smiling when she took it from him and kissed his cheek.
Nonetheless, nothing had gone according to plan, and now they were called terrorists, they were cornered at Sissy's farm and before Five could blink, his wife had pushed him out of the way of being shot, falling to the ground, coughing up blood.
"NO"
He winced at the pain in his abdomen, glaring at the Handler who only smiled wickedly at him,
"To think I gave you a second chance Five, and you ruin it for her-" she turned the nose of her gun to Y/N who was barely holding on to the string of life, but her eyes burnt with pure hatred as she glared at the woman.
"I enjoyed killing your dad" with that she shot her a few more times, the bangs echoing around the barn along with Five's scream. His trembling hand reached to touch the hand of his wife that lay limp beside him, hollow eyes staring at him.
"You take something from me Five."
"I'll take away everything you love-"
She gasped, turning around to see that she had been shot.
Then it hit him, seconds matter, much like their father had told him. And as he went back in time, blinking to grab her gun before she could shoot and watching her die, he called it off before throwing his weapon down. Y/N taking the other man's gun from him and throwing it somewhere in a blink of an eye
So they sat there with a suitcase, saying their final goodbyes, while Five and Y/N sat on the porch, staring at the mess.
"Damn..." She muttered, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry" he 2hispered to her, "I almost let you die."
"But then you fixed everything, you always do, that's why I trust you."
"You do?"
"Yes, this much," she said pressing the tip of her index finger and thumb, much like he did back in 63, forcing him to let out a chuckle.
Things were going to get better, they were going to go back to 2019, and everything was going to be okay. Or so she thought because as they stood facing the sparrow academy she groaned internally.
She ended up punching the raven-haired lady in the face, knowing Five was out of his trance, he was kissing the air;
"That better have been me."
"Trust me, my tongue was down your throat"
"I take it back, I don't trust you."
"Kinda late for that now, isn't it love."
"All because of a bloody decimal and male ego."
"Fair point- but, we've got other things to worry about my little roadrunner."
"I swear I'm retiring after this."
"*WE* are retiring after this babe."
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A/N: I might have liked this idea a BIT TOO MUCH. @whoreofscience , I hope you like it!
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my brain now
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astraystayyh · 11 months
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A few hours before the wedding... (reader is referred to as wife)
"What are you doing?" you giggle as Chan peeks his head through your changing room.
"I'm here to see my future wife," he grins at you, his dimples full on display.
"Nooo don't come in. It's bad omen for you to see me," you shoo him away but the smile on your face betrays you. Truth is, you were glad he was here. The wedding was set to start in a few hours, and you've been feeling a little nervous without him by your side.
"Honey, even if the entire universe stands against us, they wouldn't be able to stop me from marrying you." He reassures as he walks towards you, hands deep inside his pockets, his black tie loosely hanging from his collar.
"Oh, yeah?" you beam at him, lacing your hands around his neck as soon as he's in front of you.
"Mm," he hums, before leaning in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. "Missed you," he mumbles against your mouth and you smile into the kiss, "missed you more."
Chan pulls away before leaning his forehead against yours. His hand finds your own and he brings it to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on your palm. His touch is so tender; you are suddenly hit by the realization that you're the only one he will love this way for the rest of his life.
Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes and you clear your throat to ride out this wave of emotion. Leave the crying to the wedding, you remind yourself.
"Be honest with me," you grin knowingly at Chan. "You are only here because you can't do your tie yourself."
"Whaaaat? I'm here because I missed you."
"And?" you watch amusedly as Chan fiddles with his right earlobe, his eyes looking up at the ceiling.
"And... I suppose you are the only one who can tie it for me." You giggle at the blush dusting his cheeks. Adorable.
"Come here, you big baby. How will you ever survive without me?"
"I won't."
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the wedding and the morning after
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five-bi-five-mind · 7 months
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New Addition
Fandom: Marvel
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader
Words: 5.5k+
Genre: Fluff & Smutt
Summary: After things get serious with Wanda, she's finally ready to let you meet the twins. When everything just clicks with all of you, Wanda is even more smitten and so are you. So much so, that she might be getting a little ahead of herself...
Warnings: fingering (r receiving); biting, strap-on use (r receiving); magic strap; mommy kink; praise; pet-names; cum-filled strap; top!Wanda, bottom!r; breeding kink (maybe?); let me know if I forgot things...
A/N: So this was a request I received on another Wanda fic of mine posted to AO3... figured I'd run with it. Also kinda hate both the name and the gif I came up with for this fic but oh well... anyways, yay 1k celebrationnnnn
Another New Addition (Part 2)
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“You did so good with them,” Wanda said with a soft smile. Her back pressed against the door as you walked further into her bedroom. “They absolutely loved you.” 
“I loved them too.” You returned her smile before turning around and taking in her room. Never had you stepped foot in here. You were honestly giddy just being in her home and taking in her surroundings, but now to finally be in her bedroom, a place that was so private and intimate to her… Well, you were over the moon.
In fact, you could probably say that you were glowing. In the six months that you had been with Wanda, you both decided to take things relatively slow. Any nights alone with her were spent at your apartment, not hers. You were totally okay with that. With Wanda having two boys, you knew what a big step it was to introduce you to them. That was always the plan though. Wanda had discussed it with you in detail. Once things got serious, if they got serious, you’d be slowly and gently integrated into their family dynamic. 
And of course, things got serious. What with Wanda blurting out how much she loved you within the first three months of your relationship and you immediately returning that sentiment with teary eyes. Still, you spent three months adjusting to that new development before you even thought about meeting her kids.
But then it finally came time to see them. Wanda approached you with a smile on her face, the one she got whenever she wanted something, and you willingly listened to her plea. Maybe the idea of meeting them utterly terrified you, but only because you knew how important it was for you to bond with them. You prepared yourself for some awkwardness, maybe even a little rejection from them at first. Lucky for you, you didn’t even need to worry at all. 
They were hesitant at first, but so were you. Wanda nudged the three of you along for maybe the first hour of meeting each other, but then it was like everything fell into place. It helped that deep inside you were kind of a big nerd. When they talked about their interests you immediately jumped in. That led Tommy to immediately beg for you to see all their stuff and Billy to tug you through the house until you reached their room. They then proceeded to give you a tour of what was quite possibly all of the items they ever owned. You nodded excitedly as they each took turns explaining just about everything in their possession and that just added to their excitement too. It felt like maybe minutes went by, but in reality over an hour had passed. 
Wanda, the whole time, just stood back and watched with the brightest smile glued to her face. The amount of pride and love she had for her boys was so evident in everything she did, but you didn’t have to see to know that. The way she would talk about them for hours with so much happiness in her voice had already told you as much, and you loved to listen to her talk about her family. Anytime she did, you couldn’t stop yourself from daydreaming about being added to their dynamic. It didn’t help that her love for you was also just as evident, making it easier for you to rationalize how easily you could fit in with the three of them. And as Wanda watched with delight at how fast you all clicked, she was filled with those same daydreams you often had. 
When it was rounding on three hours of you and the boys just spending time together, she finally broke the three of you out of your moment. It was probably important for all of you to eat even if you were just as disappointed as the twins when the three of you were torn from their extra detailed room tour. Wanda had to bite her lip to hold back a cheeky grin when she saw you following the boys out of their room with a matching pout. 
What really won you points with them was your insistence on pizza instead of Wanda putting in even more effort to orchestrate this perfect night with a fancy home-cooked dinner. She already worked so hard, she didn’t need to prepare some sort of three course meal too. Plus, the boys were over the moon for the idea of pizza and even more so when you said your favorite toppings were the same as theirs.
After full stomachs and more exciting conversation over just about everything the twins loved, you all settled with a movie. The movie was probably the hardest thing to pay attention to. The boys curled up on one side of the room, their eyes glued to whatever action scenes were unfolding on the screen. You weren’t really sure what the plot was and you didn’t even remember the movie title, not when Wanda had you wrapped up in her arms. 
It was all honestly very innocent. You leaned back on Wanda and she pulled a blanket over you both. Her fingers were innocently running up and down your arms as the movie went on, and while it was nothing inappropriate, it still made your heart race at the intimacy of it all. How could you pay attention to the movie when you were wrapped in the arms of the woman you loved and felt like you were instantly accepted into her family? You couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. 
As the movie continued, you looked across the room at her two boys who were slowly falling asleep while trying and failing to remain focused on the screen. There was a soft smile on your lips that had practically never left since the moment Wanda got comfy with you on the couch. As silly as it might be, you couldn’t help but think that you could get used to this. Your mind wandered to the idea of having weekly evenings like this, quietly spending time with Wanda and her family until they all finally saw you as their family too. Never had you wanted something more strongly than for this night to become a regular occurrence. Maybe it was too fast. After all, you just met the boys and you’ve been dating Wanda for less than a year, but something inside you just said that all of this was right. It was a gut feeling that told you this is exactly where you were supposed to be. With Wanda, helping raise the boys if she’d let you, and spending every day of the rest of your life loving the three of them with everything you had.
You rubbed at your eyes, feeling a little sappy for the tears that welled there from the realization of just how perfect everything was. Wanda took your movement as a sign that maybe you were just as sleepy as the boys, whispering in your ear if maybe the four of you should finish the movie another night. Wanda didn’t buy it when you shook your head and tried to convince her you weren’t that sleepy. 
Of course, no matter how convincing you were, the boys really were not. They were struggling to keep their eyes open, their little heads nodding back onto the couch every few minutes before they jostled themselves awake. While they weren’t in love with the idea of calling the night early, Wanda was so good with them and convincing that they eventually agreed. What really got to you, in a good way, was that Wanda promised you’d be back for another night like this and that’s what finally eased their minds enough to agree to tuck in for bed. 
After she had them all tucked in, they were both in a deep sleep within minutes. You hung back while Wanda got them ready for bed, but you heard the way she cooed at them and cared for them as they settled into bed. While she was doing that, you were sitting alone, waiting for her to guide you to her bedroom. It was at this point in the night that anxiousness crept back in. Both of you had talked about it and planned for this to also be the first time you were to sleep over at her house too. There had been plenty of times where Wanda had got a sitter overnight and stayed with you, but this still felt very new. It was a big deal, and you were getting a little in your head about it.
Eventually, Wanda returned to you, slipping her hand in yours and pulling you towards her bedroom. Her soft smile matched the one you had worn earlier and you tried to match it, but nerves were getting the best of you. If Wanda noticed, she didn’t say much. She just introduced you to her room and motioned for you to walk in before she followed behind you.
And now, here you both were. Her smile was large as she praised you for the day and your nerves had momentarily left your body as you beamed proudly back at her.
They really did seem to get along well with you and it was so important for both you and Wanda that that happened. It was like a dream come true honestly, to be so quickly accepted by her kids and to so quickly accept them too. You were excited about what the future could bring, if the four of you could truly be one big happy family like you hoped. It had been one evening, but suddenly you found yourself wanting that future more than anything else you’ve ever wanted in your entire life. As Wanda smiled back at you, you thought maybe you could confidently guess that she wanted the exact same. 
“Was it too presumptuous of me to promise the boys another family night?” Wanda looked at you with the most hopeful eyes as she spoke.
Family Night. Those words made your heart flutter. It really did seem like Wanda felt what you were feeling about the whole evening. It was like this meant-to-be connection between all of you. You knew Wanda was the one for you the moment you two met, and Wanda had hinted that the feeling was mutual too. Now, since you’ve met her family, that same gut feeling was even stronger. It felt like, not only was Wanda meant to be your person, but the three of them were meant to be your family too. 
“No, no, no.” You were maybe too eager to convince Wanda you were more than happy with that. “It wasn’t too presumptuous.”
Wanda pushed herself off from where she was leaning on her bedroom door. In a few steps, she was suddenly in front of you, her arms wrapped around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. 
“Really?” She smiled and you nodded enthusiastically. Her lips pressed to yours in a gentle, but brief kiss. 
“I’d love to do it again,” you said against her lips, leaning back in for more. “And again…” you kissed her once. “And again…” you kissed her once more. “And again.”
Wanda pulled back to look at you, her smile so contagious it made you forget all about your nervousness that you had just moments ago. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.” Wanda pressed her forehead to yours as she spoke. She placed her hands on either of your cheeks and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into her touch. “I’ve been picturing this since the day I met you and it was all so perfect. You’re perfect.”
You closed your eyes as she spoke such sweet words to you. It was all making you so incredibly happy that you were at a loss for words. Your hands came up to cover Wanda’s and you turned your head to kiss the palm of one of her hands. She hummed softly to herself for a second, her forehead still pressed to yours.
You both stayed like that for a moment, basking in how happy and in love both of you were. One of the biggest things about tonight, other than being accepted by the two most important people in Wanda’s life, was that all of this just made your love for her even stronger. Wanda, of course, felt the exact same way. 
As she watched you, she was in awe of how good you were with them. It was almost like you slipped into a role she had never seen from you, but had hoped was there or would develop over time. As the boys talked to you about their interests and their lives, you showed this almost maternal side; one that knew how to respond to even the silliest of things they said to you. And then you also had this goofy, friendly side to you that matched her boys’ energy so perfectly, it was like a match made in heaven. As Wanda watched you throughout the night, she couldn’t imagine a better partner to integrate into her family dynamic. 
When the movie was playing, Wanda was filled with daydreams of what making you a permanent part of her family would look like. The evenings you’d spend with her and the twins, the adventures you’d all go on, the fun and love you’d share. To Wanda, those daydreams felt very possible to actualize and she planned to do so. Wanda knew, when she first met you, that you would be someone good for her boys, and she felt even more validated as the evening went on.
As Wanda was promising the boys that you would be back, she was consumed with thoughts of how fast she really could convince you to take more steps into a bigger commitment with her. There were quick little thoughts that popped into her mind about proposing, asking you to move in, talking to you about future building in a more real and permanent sense. She had a small worry that she was moving too fast. Not in a way that she thought things between the two of you would go bad, but just that she didn’t want to bombard you with so much so quickly. Except, these little thoughts about a future with you got bigger and louder as she pulled you to her bedroom. In the short walk it took to drag you through her halls, she started having ideas about even expanding the family with you. Seeing you not only become a co-parent to her twins, but carrying and being a mother to another child of hers. 
That last idea was even stronger when she finally had her arms around you in the privacy of her own bedroom. She was getting ahead of herself with all of these images of you becoming her wife and her coming home to you, her boys, and possibly a new addition to her family. The thought of you and her creating a new life together was starting to intrigue her. Maybe a little too much… 
Wanda leaned into you again, placing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The kind that had you leaning forward for more when she pulled away. She let out a soft laugh at your actions, but continued to deny you another kiss to your lips. Instead, she pressed hers to your cheek and then your other, showering you with soft kisses all over your face and enjoying the warmth she felt rise on your skin from her actions. 
You couldn’t stop your smile from growing as she treated you with such tenderness. Your heart raced as she moved her lips to jaw and then cupped your chin to tilt your head and press her lips to your pulse point. She trailed her lips down your neck then, with feather light kisses as she went. Her hands moved down to encircle your waist again and press the two of you even closer together. Your head swam at the feeling of her lips on you and being engulfed in her warmth. She really was perfect for you. It was like she knew exactly how to make you melt in the palm of her hand. 
“You’re so beautiful,” Wanda murmured against your neck, her teeth lightly nibbling at the skin there. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of her lips on your neck and you hummed an incoherent response. “I love you so much,” Wanda continued, her lips moving back up to your own before placing another kiss to them.
“And I love you,” You whispered into the kiss. Wanda kissed you again at that, but this time a little harder. The kiss was slow, but she was moving her lips against yours in such a way that had you already feeling drunk on them alone. Your lips parted and Wanda’s tongue peeked out, running against yours ever so slightly, but just enough to cause you to shiver. And then, all too soon she pulled away, leaving you breathless in her wake. 
“I’ve been working on something I want to try…” Wanda’s voice was quiet as she pulled back slightly. You’ve seen a lot of sides of Wanda, but this one was a little new. It almost seemed like she was shy, nervous even, for whatever she had in mind. 
You met her eyes, giving her a gentle smile while you waited for her to continue. The arms around you moved, hands slipping underneath your shirt to press flat to your back. She ran her hands up slowly as she nibbled on her lip, you could tell she was hesitant about what she would say next. 
“Wanda,” you urged. “What is it?” You let out a soft, nervous giggle. Whatever she had in mind had you excited already, but the way she was being so withholding about it made waiting for the reveal a little anxiety inducing. 
“Do you trust me?” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned back in. 
“Of course,” you said breathlessly, waiting for her lips to press against yours once more. This time when they did, her hands pressed your body fully against her own when your lips met. The way she kissed you had your head spinning. It wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t gentle. It was hungry.
When you parted your lips for her, she licked into your mouth and you couldn’t help the soft moan that broke free. This only egged Wanda on further, moving her hands until she was pulling your shirt up and then completely off. In the moment that her actions broke the kiss you took a deep breath before Wanda’s lips smashed back into yours. Your hands tangled in her hair and you pressed yourself against her as if any minuscule amount of space was too much for you. 
“Are you sure?” Wanda mumbled against your lips, but you were too lost in hers to respond. 
Wanda pulled her head back and chuckled at the pout that followed after. “Baby, are you sure?” Wanda asked again, to which you fervently nodded. “Will you let me try something, then?”
“Anything,” you mumbled.
“Good…” Wanda trailed off before pushing you to walk backwards until your legs hit the foot of the bed. “Sit back for me, pretty girl.” You did as you were told, your face flushed a darker shade of pink from her use of pet names. 
Wanda leaned down over you as you scooted yourself onto the bed, hooking her hands into your belt loops. You knew what she wanted and one hand quickly went to unbutton your jeans before she gave them a hard yank towards her. With some awkward maneuvering, you helped her get them all the way off your body, along with your panties, and then looked up expectantly at her. 
Her clothes met yours on her bedroom floor. Both of you stood still for second, each taking in the other’s naked form. Wanda was gorgeous, standing there in nothing in front of you and she thought the same as you sat propped up on her bed. 
After a moment, Wanda lifted her hand up and you watched as she briefly flicked her fingers. Then, when her eyes moved down her own body, yours followed and your eyes practically bugged out of your head. Okay, this was something new. 
Between her legs, attached with straps, was a dark red dildo. It wasn’t small, but you didn’t think it was necessarily too big either. It wasn’t like you weren’t interested in trying this with Wanda, it was just that you two hadn’t even talked about introducing toys in the bedroom yet and suddenly, with a literal snap of her fingers, it was there in front of you. 
Wanda looked back up at you, a subtle swirl of red shining in her eyes. “Is this okay?” Wanda flicked her eyes back down to the toy between her legs before looking up at you again. 
Your mouth went dry, trying to find the words to tell her yes; it was more than okay. But you were also nervous with anticipation for her to finally touch you and use it. You swallowed hard. “Y-yeah,” you struggled, “it is.”
Wanda’s smile turned a little predatory as she took a step towards the bed again. She felt so proud of you, seeing how willing you were to do this with her. You were nervous, Wanda could tell, but she had a feeling once you both tried this it would soon become a favorite for both of you. 
She crawled onto the bed, her naked form hovering over yours and you gulped at the proximity. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been like this with Wanda before, it’s just that there was never the addition of what was in between her legs in the mix. 
Wanda kissed your lips again, long and lingering, before she moved to kiss down your chest. Her hands ran from your chest, fingers dancing across your nipples, until they moved further down. She brushed the tips of her fingers across your skin with such gentleness, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until finally she reached between your legs. Her fingers met your wetness already, the kisses she gave mixed with the perfection that is her body had you already in need of her touch. When the tips of her fingers brushed your clit, a shiver ran through your body, and when they repeated their feather light touch, Wanda reveled in the fact that your body reacted so easily to her. 
Lips kissed back up to your neck and a hand pressed to your sternum until you were finally fully laying back on the bed. Your head tilted back to let Wanda run her tongue down the most sensitive parts of the flesh there. By this time, Wanda had started to steadily circle your clit with her fingers, causing soft, breathy sighs to fall from your lips. 
The excitement of all of this was getting to her. To say it was hard to wait, was an understatement. Wanda was so floored by your reactions and couldn’t wait to try what she had planned for you. If you were already this worked up from light touches, she could only anticipate how you’d react when she was inside you in a way she hadn’t been before. But still, she needed to go slow, prepare you. She didn’t want to break you after all. 
Her fingers ran down your folds, tracing your entrance before slowly dipping two in. You let out a gasp that was only made louder by the way Wanda moved to your chest and took a nipple into her mouth. Her tongue ran over your nipples, switching between the two, as she pumped her fingers into you at a leisurely pace. Whines were filling the room and she knew you were frustrated with how slow she was touching you. It seemed you both were excited for the main event. 
When your hips started to move with her fingers, Wanda could tell this was your pathetic attempt to make yourself cum. Her free hand went straight to your hip, her grip a bit harsh as she forced your body to still on the mattress. “Shhh, baby, not yet,” she purred. “You’re not going to cum on my fingers tonight.”
You huffed in frustration and Wanda pulled her fingers all the way out. That had you really whiny. Wanda bit her lip to try to hide the smug smile that tugged on her lips, half considering to tease you for awhile before she really started to fuck you. But then again, she was too excited to wait any longer. 
Sitting back on the bed, Wanda moved your legs until she was between them with either of them hooked over her hips. She sat there for a moment, admiring the sight before her. She knew you were wet from how she was already touching you, but to see your pussy drip with your wetness made her mouth water. 
“Wanda…” you pleaded after a moment passed and Wanda continued to just hungrily stare. 
She snapped out of it with your plea, her hand moving to wrap around the deep red toy before lining it up with your entrance. “This isn’t just a toy. It’s magic,” Wanda said, her body still with the tip of it barely pushing into you. “I’ll be able to feel you.” 
It took you a moment to register what she meant, but she didn’t really give you a moment. Her hips pressed forward and you felt her enter you completely. “Oh!” You moaned as you felt your walls stretch around her. 
Wanda groaned as she entered you, her eyes squeezing shut. She was trying to take in deep breaths, trying to restrain herself, but dear god the feeling of you was intoxicating. 
Your head fell back down onto the pillow as Wanda rolled her hips, her cock hitting deep inside you. She had a hold of your hips as your legs were still propped on hers, it gave her the best angle to hit deeper. The way she could feel every inch of the toy inside your pussy had her head swimming.
Wanda tried to start at a slow pace, she really did, but with each pump of her hips you let out an adorable whimper and she felt your pussy practically twitch around her. It was all too much. With your legs still hooked to her, Wanda fell forward onto the mattress, your bodies pressed together, with her hands barely holding her up. With this position, your legs hooked over her waist, Wanda could fuck you deeper and all her restraint broke.
“Holy shi-“ Wanda cut herself off with a low moan. The way her body was moving against yours had your head spinning, her pace increasing more and more. “I knew- fuck- I knew it would feel good, but not this fucking good.” 
Wanda’s hips were rolling into you in such a way that your whole body rocked back with the power of her thrusts. One hand grabbed onto the forearm by your head. Your nails dug into her skin as she kept pulling her cock almost all the way out of you just to slam it back in. She definitely wasn’t being gentle with you anymore and you couldn’t begin to care. The force of her cock pumping into you had your whole body deliciously shaking.
Wanda was barely holding herself up as it is, but when your pussy started tightening around her cock she couldn’t keep it up. She was fully pressed against you, quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Her face was tucked into the side of your neck as her hands flew back to your hips, moving your body into hers so she could grind you onto her cock while she fucked you. 
Your hand flew to your mouth, balled in a fist. Your teeth dug into your knuckles to try to muffle any sounds that were coming out of you, while Wanda hid her groans of pleasure into your neck. “You feel so fucking good,” Wanda growled in your ear as the force of her thrusts increased. “You’re gonna cum on mommy’s cock, okay princess?”
The way she was talking was also new, but it just added to your building orgasm. You nodded desperately, helpless to do anything but let her continue to fuck into you with abandon. 
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” she groaned. “Wouldn’t you like that? Let mommy cum inside you, paint your pretty pussy with my cum. Tell me you want my cum.”
“Y-yes please,” you stammered. 
Her movements were becoming more erratic and as you were approaching your edge, you knew she was too. The way your pussy was squeezing her tight, mixed with the way you struggled to stay quiet was too much for her. Wanda came and she came hard, her teeth digging into your neck to muffle her moans. 
The second she came you felt her cum hit your walls. A gasp was barely muffled when your own orgasm hit you. The surprising feeling of her warm cum inside you mixed with the sting of her bite had your body quake and tears well in your eyes at the sheer power of your orgasm. 
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Wanda groaned into your neck, her hips continuing to move and fuck her cum into you. The way she felt your orgasm had her cum again, filling your pussy up and prolonging your own orgasm. 
When you finally came down your body slumped onto the bed, your eyes shut tight as you tried to catch your breath. Wanda pressed her head to your chest, listening to your racing heartbeat as she tried to calm down from her own orgasms. 
“Oh my god,” you whispered in wonder. That was intense. She drew from you what was probably the most powerful orgasm of your life. 
“Yeah, oh my god.” Wanda let out a breathless laugh. Wanda pulled out of you after a moment, a shiver running through your body as she did. 
She sat back up, her cum dripping from your entrance. You continued to lay on the bed, still utterly spent as Wanda trailed her fingers down your thighs. “You look so pretty with my cum dripping down your thighs,” she whispered to herself more than to you. You just hummed, your eyes still shut as you tried to calm your breathing.  “Wonder how many times until it takes…”
You perked up at that, your eyes opening to glance at Wanda. “What do you mean?” You were more curious than worried about her odd remark. 
“I said it was magic…” Wanda trailed off, her fingers continuing to idly trace across your skin. “You’d look so beautiful carrying my child.”
“Wanda…” You sat up fully at this. The look you gave her told her you were feeling hesitant now, but Wanda just met your eyes with a soft smile.
“Don’t worry.” Her fingers stilled as she spoke. “I’m still figuring it out, nothing should happen this time. It took me a while just to conjure up something I could feel. To create life with it intentionally will take work. I don’t think I’m there yet.”
There was a lot of interesting wording in that, but you chose to ignore it. After all, it wasn’t even a couple hours ago that you were thinking similar thoughts about being a part of and maybe even expanding Wanda’s family. If she was really worried about that sort of risk she would’ve told you up front. At least, you hoped so. 
In truth, Wanda really wasn’t sure. She thought, as far as she knew, what she was saying was true. If she was being honest with herself, she probably should’ve given more thought to the whole ordeal and what consequences might come after, but when Wanda had this idea in her mind she was just too excited to postpone it. The sheer need to feel you as she fucked you and to be able to actually cum inside you was too overwhelming. She didn’t want to wait another minute after tonight, so threw caution to the wind. 
If there are results that come after this night, while she seriously doubted it, she did technically tell you it was magic before you two started. Hopefully, you had some understanding of the unpredictability of things like that. Although, the two of you were already on the same page. Neither of you would mind these repercussions, despite the short time you’ve been together. Wanda knew you were meant to be hers, meant to be in this family, so why not solidify it?
“Can we…” You bit your lip for a moment, a blush creeping to your cheeks again as Wanda waited for you to continue. “Can we try it again?”
Wanda’s grin was dazzling as she happily agreed.
Repercussions be damned. 
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happy74827 · 5 months
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Unspoken Gestures
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[Mike Schmidt x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: After seeing how overly stressed your closest friend was, you decided to take matters into your own hands to ease his load.
WC: 3,210
Category: Fluff
I’m sorry but he was so fine in the movie. Anyways-
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Mike was… he was something. Some would say he was grumpy, and others say he was just downright cold, but you liked to think of him as a reserved kind of person. Sure, he was a bit awkward and unassertive, but he was also one of the nicest guys you knew.
It wasn't even because of his good looks. Well, maybe a little bit, but that wasn't what attracted you to him. It was his kindness. His love for his family, his baby sister. The way he'd dropped everything for her when it became just them. You loved how passionate he was when it came to protecting those he cared about. It's what drew you to him in the first place, really.
That and his face. That dumb smile, that little bit of stubble, those alluring hazel eyes. Those cheeks, that adorable laugh…
God, that laugh. You loved hearing it. It wasn't all that often that he would laugh, but when he did, it made your heart flutter. It made you want to hear it again and again, to make him laugh so much that his stomach hurt and his cheeks flushed with happiness.
He was so sweet, but sometimes he was closed off. He didn't always have the best days or the best attitude. Being a parent to your sister for the past year would’ve worn anyone out, of course, but he never really talked about it. You wanted to be there for him, you wanted to support him, you wanted him to be happy, but you couldn't if he wouldn't talk about it.
It wasn't until a few weeks ago that you even realized you liked him, like actually liked him. You knew the feelings had been there for a long time, but they were always there in the back of your mind. Now that they were there and present, it was like a light had been turned on.
You wanted to be there for him. You wanted to be the one he came to when he needed to relax. You wanted to be the shoulder he leaned on when he was down. You wanted to be the other person he turned to when he needed someone. You wanted to be able to take some of the burden off his shoulders.
You wanted to support him the same way he had supported Abby when she needed him to. You wanted to help him, even if he never needed it, even if he was a bit cold sometimes. Even if he was a bit awkward and maybe just a little bit shy.
That was why you decided to help him take the stress off his shoulders on your day off. He didn't have much of a sleep schedule, with his night shift job and being a parent to his little sister, and you knew he wouldn't turn down help, so that morning, you decided to clean up his house while Abby was at school and he was out running emergency errands. You started small, picking up trash and setting it by the door to throw out. You folded his clothes that had been lying around and piled them on his bed. You picked up the dishes and wiped down the counters. You scrubbed down the kitchen sink. You swept the living room floor. You vacuumed the carpet. You washed the windows.
And you did it all with a smile on your face.
When you were done, you wrote up a quick note telling him where everything was before you left, leaving it in the kitchen. The house looked nice, really nice, and it smelled like lemons. You knew he'd appreciate that. He loved that smell and said it reminded him of when his dad used to make his lemonade when he was a kid.
With that taken care of, you decided to head back to your apartment and change out of your cleaning clothes. When you got back to your place, you took a quick shower and changed into some sweats. You were going to make some lunch for yourself, but you were so tired after all that cleaning. So, you made yourself a big bowl of ice cream and curled up on the couch.
You were halfway through the movie you were watching when the door to your apartment opened. For a moment, you thought it was a robber breaking into your house, but when you saw Mike's presence near the entryway of the kitchen, you remembered that you had given Mike a key months ago when he was over one night to help fix the sink in the guest bathroom.
He was wearing his usual green jacket, but the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, and the collar was undone. His hair was ruffled and a bit sweaty, and he looked tired, really tired. It must have been a long day for him.
"Uh, hey," He muttered, his voice a bit raspy. His hands were in the pockets of his hoodie, and you could tell he was a bit stiff. He seemed a bit awkward.
"Hi, Mike." You greeted warmly, trying not to sound like you were excited that he was there. Truthfully, him showing up at your place was the last thing you expected, but you didn't let that show on your face.
"You look exhausted. How was your day?" You asked, setting your half-finished bowl of ice cream on the coffee table in front of you.
He didn't answer right away, instead wandering further into your apartment, taking his hands out of his hoodie pocket to rub at his eyes. You watched as he turned and dropped his jacket and keys on the armchair of your living room couch, moving around as though he was on autopilot, his mind elsewhere. "It’s fine," he responded after a few moments of silence. "Same as always."
He stretched his arms above his head and cracked his neck, his voice low and his eyes heavy. He looked like he was about to fall over any minute. It was a little bit cute, but you had to do something to get him to relax a little bit.
"You should be home in bed," You chided lightly, sitting up straighter and pointing to the couch. "Mike, not to be blunt, but you look terrible. You need to get some sleep."
"I had to come here first," Mike mumbled, sounding like he was almost asleep already as he flopped down onto the couch and kicked his legs up over the side. "The house was a mess when I left, now it's...I mean...I..." He stammered, his voice growing quieter.
"Hey," you interrupted, a small smile tugging at your lips as you rested a hand on his shoulder. He was warm, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders, the stress he'd built up over the course of the week. "It's fine, I promise."
He was still, almost as though he didn't hear you at first. Then, after a moment, he tilted his head toward you. He seemed almost dazed, as though he wasn't entirely with you, but he gave you a small, tired smile. It was enough to make your heart flutter.
Mike leaned back into the couch cushions and let his eyes slide shut as he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. You were worried that maybe he'd nodded off, but when he spoke, you realized he was just resting his eyes.
"Why? Why do you keep helping me? You don't...you shouldn't have to do this for me." He asked softly, his eyes still shut, as though he wasn't entirely there. He was vulnerable, you could tell, but he was trusting you with his thoughts, sharing them with you.
You brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face before answering him, leaning back into the couch, closer to him. "I'm helping you because I want to. I want to be there for you."
Mike's eyes opened, but he didn't look at you. Instead, he kept his gaze on the ceiling, studying the cracks in the paint and the stain that was on the plaster. He let out another slow breath, leaning further back into the couch and relaxing a bit like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Thank you," he said softly, his eyes sliding shut again as if he was trying to rest. You knew he wouldn't sleep there on the couch, not comfortably anyway, so you leaned forward and took his hand, trying to get his attention.
Finally, when his eyes opened for the second time, his gaze fell on you, and you felt like he was looking right into your soul. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, looking at each other, neither of you speaking. You figured it was because of his exhaustion, but the way he looked at you was different from before. He didn't look tired or tired of you. He didn't look angry or irritated, not even annoyed.
Instead, his gaze was softer, more inviting. He wasn't looking through you anymore. Instead, he was looking at you. Really looking at you. He was studying your face, trying to see who you were and how you worked, what made you tick. He was looking at you the way you had always wanted him to look at you.
He leaned forward, slowly as if he were worried you would push him away, but you didn't move. He moved closer and closer until you felt his breath on your lips, and his eyes were fluttering closed. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the warmth of his skin and the closeness of his body. You could smell his sweat, his shampoo, and the deodorant he used, and it was a mix of things that sent your head spinning.
"I don't...I don't get you." He muttered, his voice so low you almost didn't hear him. "I don't understand why you like me. I don't get it, I don't..."
He stopped, his breath still on your lips, and you opened your eyes to look at him. He was staring at you, looking you in the eyes, and you could see that he was hurting. He had always been so reserved, so closed off, and it was something you hated. You didn't like how much he hurt himself over the little things that people didn't even care about.
But, right now, you weren't going to focus on how closed off he was. You were going to focus on him. You were going to focus on Mike and the way his eyes shone in the light, how he was so close to you that you could feel his skin, how his mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from yours.
You were going to focus on the fact that he had trusted you. He had let you into his mind and his heart, and he had let you see him in his most vulnerable state. He was telling you how he felt without saying a word, and you could tell that he was trying to work up the courage to speak. You were going to focus on how beautiful his eyes were.
It was dark in your apartment, and the light from the paused television screen illuminated his face. It made his eyes glow a bit, and it made him look almost magical, almost otherworldly, like an angel or a god. Like something so good that it couldn't be real. He looked like something you were too afraid to touch, something you were too scared to break. He looked like something you wanted to protect, and he was so close to you, so warm and comforting, that you didn't know what to do.
"It's because..." Your voice was low, quiet, almost like a whisper. The two of you were so close that your lips were practically brushing against each other, and you were suddenly aware of how hard your heart was pounding. "Because you're such a sweetheart, Mike. You always have been. I like you because I know that you care. I know that you'd do anything for the people you care about."
He looked at you for a moment, and it seemed like he wasn't really there, like he was in another world. Then, he seemed to come back to you, his eyes refocusing on you as if he'd forgotten that you were there, and his jaw fell open just a little. His breathing was deep but quick as if he'd been running a marathon. He swallowed hard, his mouth clicking as his gaze darted between your eyes.
"I'm...I'm not that sweet," He muttered, his gaze finally falling back to yours. "I can get pretty rough. Especially with... certain things."
That made you snap out of your own reverie, your face flushing with heat as you processed what he'd said. He constantly said things that didn't mean the way you had. Of course, you knew that. But this time, with that look in his eyes, he didn't sound like he meant it as stress.
"I don't think Abby would appreciate that type of talk, Michael." you teased, leaning just a little bit closer to him.
"Good thing she's not here then, huh?" He asked, his tone playful. He had that smile on his face again. It was a different smile than the one before. The first smile had been sweet. This one was mischievous and playful, and it made your heart do a flip.
"Mike-"
But you didn't get to finish your thought before he slowly lifted his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you toward him, gently, so gently, like you were made of glass. His lips were warm, and you could feel his soft stubble brush against your cheeks. He didn't move at all, he didn't rush, he didn't even press into you. Instead, he let you take the lead. He let you kiss him.
His hand slowly moved to the side of your face, his thumb gently stroking your skin as you leaned further into him. You closed your eyes and felt your body relax, releasing all the tension you had been holding in your body. It was as if everything was melting away, and the two of you were left in this little moment together.
His lips were soft against yours, and he kissed you so slowly, so sweetly, as though he had all the time in the world. You had never felt a kiss like that. Sure, you'd had some passionate kisses, some sloppy makeout sessions, but this...this was different.
This was the first kiss that you actually wanted, that you had wanted for years, and it was so sweet and so soft. His hand slowly slid down your body until it rested on your hip, pulling you closer to him, but he still didn't rush. He didn't want to take what he wanted. He wasn't being selfish. No, he was giving you a choice, he was letting you take the lead and take the power.
You felt his fingers curl into the hem of your shirt, but you pulled away, opening your eyes to look at him. You could feel your face heating up, your skin burning from the blush that had formed on your cheeks, and he let his hand slide under your shirt, his fingers slowly tracing circles over your hip.
His lips were still parted as though he was ready to speak, but no words came out. His eyes were half-closed and his hair was still a mess from when he'd been running his hands through it, and you had the urge to do the same thing to him. You had the urge to run your fingers through his hair and tell him how much you cared.
"Mike," you whispered softly, reaching up to touch his cheek. His hand slid over your hip and down to your thigh, and you bit your lip at the sensation of his skin on yours. His gaze was heated, and he was so close, so close that you could feel the heat of his body and the softness of his breath. You wanted to kiss him again, you wanted to keep going, but you knew his schedule, practically by memory at this point.
"It's noon." You whispered, looking up at him from where you had laid your head against his shoulder, his fingers tracing shapes on your thigh. "If you don't get home soon, you'll be late for Abby."
'Yeah, I know," he muttered, his eyes finally averted from yours. He stared off to the side, but you could still see the longing in his expression, the way his lips had parted slightly, as though he were thinking about kissing you again. "I gotta take a shower too." He added.
"And nap." You pointed out.
Mike huffed softly, closing his eyes for a moment before getting up and stretching his arms above his head. He let out another yawn, the kind of big, wide yawn that made his shoulders hunch up. He still looked like he wanted to kiss you, but the exhaustion was weighing him down, and he was fading fast.
"Right," he muttered, taking his hands out of his pockets to rub at his eyes, which were looking just a bit more droopy by the minute. He didn't move, though. He just stood there, looking like he wanted to stay, but he also wanted to go.
"Be careful on the way home." You teased, rising to your feet. "Don't fall asleep behind the wheel."
"I'm not that tired," Mike responded quickly, letting his arms drop to pick up keys off the armchair where his jacket was. He shoved them in his pocket as you headed toward the door, opening it for him. "And if I was, I wouldn't crash my car," He muttered.
You paused at the door, your hand still on the handle as he stopped just in front of you. His gaze fell on yours again, and he looked like he wanted to say something. His eyes were sparkling, and his lips were parted just a little. You felt like you could see his thoughts just from looking at him, and they were just as sweet as the kiss he'd given you.
But he didn't speak, and you knew he wasn't going to. He just stared at you for a long moment before nodding and walking out, pausing only to shut the door behind him. You stood there for a moment, not moving, not speaking. You were still reeling from the kiss, trying to piece together what had happened in the span of five minutes.
But, despite your confusion and the way you were reeling, you had a smile on your face. A genuine, wide smile, the kind that made you feel like you could float away if you tried hard enough. The kind of smile that came with your lips feeling like they were about to split in two and your cheeks hurt from the stretch. It was the kind of smile that you didn't have very often, and it was a nice feeling.
And, most importantly, it was a smile that Mike had put there.
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kyoukamybeloved · 6 months
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they have 97 mental illnesses and are banned from most timelines
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