✧ CHANGES ✧

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(Y/N) Hargreeves

"I'M FEELING KINDA DIZZY. Tequilas are too strong for me." I burped once I finished my first glass of alcohol. Now, I can really feel that drink kicking in my insides.

"The sensation is nothing but a reverie, I input only a cup. You are weak." Five 'enlightened', another one of his way to decrease my self-confidence. I groaned in response.

"What time do you think he'd wake up?" I questioned, putting down my emptied glass on the table as I leaned on the edges of it. Our brother remained to lie down on the ground.

"After a century. I hope." He answered.

"Hey, about those things you said earlier about me? Do you really mean it?" I bit my lip, maintaining my eye contact to gain access to the answer in a way portrayed by intimidation.

But for someone with a thick skull like Five. It was almost impossible to get something out of him. Unless that is... If he is tempted.

He raised a brow as he eyed me from the corner of his eye.

"About what?" He's playing dumb at this point.

"About my face is to your liking and my..." I placed both my hands on my chest, though it wasn't intentional and I wasn't implying or asking for any sexual counter; It's just my way of pointing it out.

But as for Five. He spits out his drink that almost landed on Diego's face, who remained sleeping on the floor.

He coughed roughly before responding, "Do that again and I'll shove your ass inside the fireplace." He wipes the left liquid on his lips. He was obviously avoiding our eyes to lock.

"What about shove it on your face instead?" I chortled, holding a laugh. Man, he's so gullible when it comes to teasing.

'There guys. I'm claiming my man.'

He spurts out his drink again after his sip. "Stop it." He emphasizes, glowering at my figure.

"Hm. Pussy." I remarked with a smirk as I crossed my arm.

I knew how much he didn't like it when his ego is getting burned by someone. Especially when that someone is someone he can't resist; Me.

"I am not a pussy."

"Yes, you are... Pussy." I mocked with a smirk.

"Will you stop calling me that? You're so immature." He complained, clicking his tongue.

"So, I'm 'immature' huh?... I want you to touch this side of my thigh." I raised my skirt up a bit on my left side, clearly just wanting to see a reaction that'll most end a laughingstock.

"That's easy you could—Your what?! Do you hear yourself right now?" Five alerted as his eyes averted away once it naturally landed on my exposed thigh.

"I'm giving you consent. Go ahead. It's just a piece of flesh. Nothing more, nothing less." I teased, feeling confident about it. It just really feels good to see Five being flustered.

"No. What the hell is wrong with you?" He narrowed his crease, trying his every best not to look down. "Oh, I guess you are pussy then."

"Quit it. I'm not doing it."

"Pussyyy~" I cooed, putting back my piece of clothing to its original place kinda feeling disappointed even though I expected him to abstain from the challenge.

From the ground, we heard a groan. "Good, you're up. Ready for a drink now?" Five offered to Diego, who was stuck in some kind of funny pose.

"Where is he?" Was the first thing that went out of his mouth. "We let him go."

"You what?!" From his position, he jolted up.

"Now that the apocalypse is over, it's time for the fighting to stop."

"Diego, he didn't kill Detective Patch. His partner Cha-Cha did." I defended. I wanted his path to change. Revenge is useless, you're no better than the person you wish of doing it.

"So what..? They were both there that night." His voice was in pain, I could tell. I know what it feels like to lose someone. But planning for killing is not a great idea either way.

"This half of the partnership gave me both their guns. Which will clear you, because the ballistics will match Patch's crime scene. Hazel came here looking for a way out. He wanted a fresh start. And he happened to have in his possession the one thing that could do our family a little good."

"It's time to move on."

"Not a chance."

"Ugh, whatever I tried." I wailed.

"Suit yourself." Five muttered under his breath.

Five signaled me to go upstairs. I got off the chair as he grabs Delores. "I am curious. Your girlfriend, Patch. What did you like about her?" He asked as we passed by him.

"A lot of things. Cute butt. Nice legs."

"Not surprise from you, really, but anything a little more profound than that?" I advised.

"She believed in people. No matter how much shit and filth she saw on the streets. She always saw the good inside."

"And you're doing this for what, Diego? You're basically just punching air." I jeered putting my fist up and doing the action.

"Well, I'm sure she'll be proud to know that you're killing Hazel and Cha-Cha as a way to honor her memory... C'mon." Five called to me as we left Diego to contemplate and realize the mistake he was about to do.

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We were back again in Five's room. Ah, so many 'memories' have been made in this part of the house.

"Now that the end of the world won't be happening... Got any plans?" I sat in one of the vacant as he heads towards where his backpack was placed. He kneeled down and packs Delores inside. "Woah, what are you doing?" I supposed wherever we were going, he was going to take his plastic bitch.

"Growing up." He answered simply zipping the close the fabric. His reply was vague, I'm not sure what he meant by stuffing Delores inside the bag and 'growing up' means.

"I see... But you're still a pussy though."

"Didn't I say to stop calling me that?" He barked, facing my way with furrowed brows and clenched teeth. "I'll only stop when you stop being one."

Five stood up as a sarcastic chuckle escapes his lips. "Are you kidding me right now?" He walks towards the other corner where I was chilling on the floor.

I'm surprised how infuriated he can be by being called that way.

"No. I just really think you are a scaredy-cat to even do anything." I provoked standing up to see who has a better ego. Me or him.

He rolled his eyes and turned on his heel in the opposite direction. "Aw, come here puss-puss!"

"Quit it." He said sternly.

"You scared of little me? Don't be scared, you wittle baby." I mocked with a tone similar to baby talk. He stopped walking after being a few feet away from me, but this time he didn't talk back.

"Come on, now. Prove me wrong."

He stopped walking after being a few feet away from me, but this time he didn't talk back.

"Wow, I guess you really are a pu—Agh!"

I felt a force exerted towards my way. Five teleported in front of me and pushed me rather too harsh on the wall that made me feel a burning sensation on the back of my head. "You give up now? You're really starting to get on my nerves." He questioned, but it sounded more of a taunt than a query.

"Oh, this? Totally not. This is nothing. I think I'm kinda hurting your ego a bit there buddy, you can calm down, it's just me." I sneered with a shaky voice. I just wanna see how far this easy flustered boy could go, but I'm sure he wouldn't go that 'far'.

His mouth inches closer to my side of my face. "This? This is nothing either." He whispered to my ear, almost sounding like some sort of threat which made it less seductive but the tension strong. More of I'm scared he might kill me kind of way.

His lips caressed themselves down from my lobe and then to my neck. I felt every part he made contact tingled in excitement and frustration. I think I'm the one losing. "You give up now? Or do you want me to cross the line?" He interviewed in a rather annoyed tone.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, must remain calm.'

"Fuck no," I answered back raising my head trying to avoid his mouth, but it only gave him a chance to gain open access on my bare neck.

He went back up to my ear as he gently bit on my helix and started nibbling on it. His tongue that traumatized me greatly started doing circles on the shell in a graceful style that made my insides churn and yell the F word. And I tell you, I had my fight or flight turned on.

'Abort mission, abort mission,'

"OKAY, OKAY! YOU WIN!" I pushed him away as my top raised along with him. I almost punched him. "Where the hell did you even learn this stuff?"

Then I just realized it. He could've practiced on Delores, but that would be silly. The answer was in front of me; The job, the killing, and the commission. 'Did he used to do this shit with the Handler? Because I swear to God, I'll burst through her door and snap her back like a glow stick.'

"No, I did not practice on my boss if that's what you're going to say next." Five gave out a disappointed smile as he got off me and flicked my forehead. "Ouch!" I whined.

"You're an idiot." He sighed, putting on the bag to where his plastic friend was in.

And for such a long time, even after the things we went through. It just hit me. What am I to Five? What are we? Are just some losers doing adult stuff to get through the day? Do we just like feeling a throb under our pants? I have to talk about this thing to him... I know I started this, but I never realized how serious this would get. I want to confess properly. I want to know what he exactly feels too.

"Let's go." Five invited before disappearing again to thin air.

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Five teleported at the front of the exit door, leaving (Y/N) to be in awe of what he just did to her. He knew she was just being playful, and she led him right to her trap, which made Five disappointed in himself. How could he get played so easily like that? Like come on, he was Five.

"What the hell am I doing?" Even he was puzzled. It was crazy. He didn't know what to feel. He was feeling upset and exasperated like something was blocking the real path to his goal. He didn't even know what goal he was pertaining to, but there was one.

It would've been easy if someone would write everything he feels in a notebook to make everything organize. But no. Everything was all over the place, it's messing up both of their minds.

He knew every answer to every equation but his intellect doesn't have the answer to how to act.

He was slamming his top head on the wall as everything they did together in that room replayed in his mind. He didn't know if he should regret his action, but he sure did enjoy those times, it never failed to send him butterflies. And a boy like him, to receive those; It felt shameful to him.

"Hey, Five? You ready to go?" (Y/N) pops out from behind with a heartening smile pasted on her lips. She was beautiful. He always knew she was. He would smile back, but he wasn't the type to show affection. And he'd love to love her back. And so he did.

'Fuck. I'm in love with you.'

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Fun Fact: Five is actually looking forward to a future with (Y/N).

A/N: i have exams tomorrow wish me luck 😀🔫 im giving u guys too much steamy stuff but i think this'll be the last time to have one pAin 😎😞 but like yk (y/n) and five arent official yet yk, they haven't confessed properly so like hEheh... idk the tension much more strong when they arent in a relationship.

IDK I JUST LIKE HAVING IT COMPLICATED OKAY JDIEHUDHIUQ like if they end up together then whats the point uefgiwegfi but im planning it somewhere on season 2 or 3 to have them official now yk but im trying to make this frustrating that'll send arrows everywhere.

QOTD: Are you going to do season 2 of this fanfiction?

the answer is... YES