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ahyperfixatingcookie · 20 days ago

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Be my baby!

Synopsis: Five moves into a new apartment. He has a neighbor that doesnt come out of her own apartment. Ever. What happens when he finally does?

(She doesnt ever leave the apartment because she has extreme agoraphobia)

Warnings: Agoraphobia, panic attacks, fear, alcoholism, PTSD, Mommy issues, Reader had been abused as a child and tooth rotting fluff

This took me forever but i did! i hope you like it!

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After the family separated some time ago five didn't quite know what to do with himself. Hell half of his world revolved around his family and now that suddenly that was taken away what was he supposed to do? you can't exactly blame him. No apocalypse to solve. No family to yell at and take care of. None. He was by himself and away from chaos. It was a little weird but he got the hang of it a little bit.

He found work at the CIA where he spent his days looking over evidence, files and foreign issues. He had to admit though it was better than the commision. The commission was a lot of senseless work. He was one of the many assassins that worked at that hell hole. He sometimes lay awake at night wondering how many innocent people he killed because they were deemed a danger to the timeline. The very timeline that was doomed to be destroyed anyway? What was the point in the end?

Usually when the thoughts got too bad he drowned his sorrows in a bottle, drinking to forget. He never could though. He never could decide if it was better to forget the ones he killed entirely or remember them so they can live on.

Another day, another swig.

He did his best to hide the alcoholism that he has drowned himself in from the others. It was hard though. His flask he kept hidden has almost been spotted a couple hundred times. It seems like he has gotten into this perpetual hangover that never seems to leave him alone. He knows it's his own fault but is it better to have a headache than to remember the horrible things he’s seen and done? He’s thinking too much now. Another swig.

He crashed at a homeless shelter for a while. He didn’t exactly know where to go and he would rather die than go to reginald and get money from him in this new reginald infested world. He eventually swallowed his pride and got himself to a bank to check if this new timeline even had his mark down on it.

He stepped up to the bank clerk. It was an older lady who looked around his mental age. She was wrinkling and her hair greying from the years on this earth. her hands typed away at the keyboard doing god knows what.

the old lady looked up at him from her computer behind her glasses. Her nose slightly wrinkled at him “can i help you young man?”

he had to fight the urge to give off any form of aggression. He couldn’t exactly blame her. He looked like shit. He had left his CIA job because it reminded him too much of the commission but he also might have been sort of fired after the CIA director saw his flask and noticed he reeked of alcohol a lot.

He doesnt wanna get into it.

“Yes, I'd like to check if I have an account” he said with a sort of forced voice of kindness.

the lady looked him up and down before fixed her glasses looking at her computer “Name” she said rather annoyed

his eye twitched “Five hargreeves” his voice a little on edge

she typed away on her computer “I see you do have an account. Money has been given to you from your father reginald hargreeves”

Five was kind of surprised the old man even gave him some money to work with. Then again he was surprised at a lot of things Reginald did.

He left that bank and started heading to the shitty motel he was staying in. He has been staying in a motel after he went behind on rent and got evicted.

When he got the motel he asked around about a library where he could possibly go to use the computers to look at apartments and possibly a new job.

~Timeskip~

a month later five had found an empty shop for sale that used to be a flower shop on the corner but went out of business after the old woman who worked there died and her daughter who had absolutely no passion for flowers couldn't keep the business afloat. Five had decided to make that place and make it into a coffee shop making good coffee.

He did this because he wanted no part in crime, death, or saving the world hundredth time over. He just wanted his retirement like he deserved. He made his coffee shop with what money Reginald gave and was moved into an apartment and now was gonna live his life. His way.

Five walked down the apartment hallway carrying one of the boxes from the rental truck. He held his apartment key in his hand. He got to the door and put the box down and started unlocking the door. As he did that he heard a jingling sound. He paused and turned to the noise. What he saw was an apartment door slightly cracked open and a pair of eyes staring at him from the dark opening.

His went wide as he paused in slight fear. Jesus that is not fucking normal. He could tell that this person peeking through was a woman “Um…hello mi-”

The door slammed before he could head over, making him jump halfway out of his skin. He looked at the door oddly before he decided against it and brought the box inside. “Weird lady”

The days following up after that day he has been busy with unpacking but his mind would wander to the mysterious door. He has never seen the woman behind the door. It was strange to say the least.

He began to notice as days went by that she never leaves her home. She is just always there. People came to her house and left bags of groceries for her and that’s usually the only visitor she ever has.

Five laid down to sleep on the couch after a long day of unpacking his mind, rampant and curious about the woman a few doors down. His eyes closed and he drifted away to dreamland.

Your POV

You made your bed perfectly neat. Sheets smoothed out, blankets soft, clean and folded neatly. Pillows fluffed and lovely. Everything is perfect. After spending so much time in your apartment you knew how to do things perfectly like this. Though it would be useless in the long run

You looked at the window and saw the sun and sky and the clouds above. The grass was beautiful and green but…it all felt so closing in. Your breathing tripped as you saw the vast land. “Anything bad can happen” your mother's voice says deep inside your mind.

You swallowed as you looked out farther and saw one of the apartment parking lots. It had mazes of cars all from residents or people who worked around here, visitors or just people in general.

You let out a shuddering breath and closed the curtains blocking some of the sun and the rest of the world out until you heard a small crash outside and a male voice making you jump out of your skin and gasp.

you whipped around and slowly and cautiously headed to your front door. You pressed your ear against the door, listening. Outside the door you heard a man outside. This wasn't one of the regular voices you would hear outside. No, this voice was different.

“Ow son of a bitch! Who leaves a toy car out in a hallway?” the voice grumbled in annoyance and slight stinging pain

You knew who the car toy belonged to. It was one of Janice’s kids. Janice was a single mother who had 3 kids and lived a few doors down from you. Her kids liked to play out in the hall with their toys and they must’ve left one of their tiny toys outside for someone to step on or slip on. You knew it was usually an accident. Sometimes those kids forgot their toys. They were young, what did anyone expect?

You swallowed. You looked through the peephole but it was dirty from the outside and you couldn't see who was there. You realized the only way you were gonna get a look at this new stranger was if you cracked the door. Your stomach filled with dread. You had to hype yourself up a little. Until you heard keys outside and you knew the man was about to enter his apartment and you were gonna miss your chance. You made a split second decision and cracked the door, turning off your light so he couldn't possibly notice. You peeked at the man.

Good god he was…he was good looking for sure. He had an air of someone who has been through a lot. His chocolate brown hair was neatly combed and styled to stay out of his eyes but to look nice. His eyes…oh his eyes a striking green that could pierce your very soul. His facial features were strong but some of it was soft too. He looked a little weary.

He must’ve felt you staring cause he turned his head to you and his eyes locked. Your eyes widened and you froze, not exactly knowing what to do.

when you saw he tried to come closer you closed the door immediately not even fully comprehending what he was trying to say. Good god…that was close.

From that day on you always watched him out of curiosity. With shaking hands you cleaned the outside of the peephole to be able to get a look at him or outside you would open the curtain slightly to watch him.

Was it a little creepy? yes but it wasn't like you were taking photos of him like a freak.

Then that would really be a call for concern.

End of your POV

Five came home after a long day at the cafe. It was a bit busy today but quite a profitable day. Either way he needed a drink and not the coffee kind.

He got to his door and took his keys out, careful not to spill the chinese takeout, about to open it up when he saw a brown box on the ground. He put his keys in his mouth and picked it up looking at it. He doesn’t remember ordering anything and low and behold it had the name y/n l/n on it. Who the fuck was that?

He brought it inside and set it on his counter. He set the bag of takeout he bought today on the counter as well. As he began opening the styrofoam box of takeout and munching on the noodles he bought his eyes drifted to the brown cardboard box. He set down the styrofoam box and went over to the package and looked at it. Who was y/n l/n?

He hasn't got quite situated with everyone yet. He hasn't met everyone except for the single mother a door down from him and her kids…and their stabby toys.

He sighed and just set the box in a safe spot. He was gonna figure it out tomorrow. For now he had a drink and did his routine and headed to bed. That box will be a problem tomorrow.

Your POV

Oh god! PANIC! Fives had your package. What were you supposed to do? you cant go out there and retrieve it..well you could but you couldn't!

That box had some important papers from your job! You needed those to be done and sent to your job ASAP!

End of your pov.

The next day five had his coffee completely forgetting about the package. It was a Saturday so he could rest easy today. He turned on the television flipping to whatever shitty show was on. He eventually settled for a corny romance show. He sipped his coffee as he got some breakfast.

Though he didnt wanna fully admit it the show was pulling at his heart in a way he hated. He watched with a bit of an ache in his chest as the man held the woman he loved and they exchanged words or love.

He thought of Dolores a little bit. Though he knew she was inanimate and not really his wife and he has now settled down and worked through his mind he still can't help but harbor some wanting of companionship.

As he ate his breakfast he looked over and saw the brown package remembering how it laid against the wall near his door. He stood putting his finished plate in the sink and went to the package. He picked it up and sighed.

Another wild goose chases to figure out to whom the package belongs too. Here we go again.

He headed down the small flight of stairs and towards the Landlords office. He knocked.

The man inside called to him “Yeah?”

five stepped inside to the manager's office. He stepped towards the landlord's desk package in hand. The landlord's office had shelves filled with random books that made him look important, papers strewn on his desk, a filing cabinet behind said desk and pictures of family on the walls. Seems as though he has a small amount of inadequacy issues and was more than likely lonely.

The landlord himself was an older man with a big greying beard and wrinkles on his face. Five looked at that man and sort of saw himself but in a different universe were the wrinkles on his own older face wasn't because 45 years in an apocalypse and a few years in a commission from hell but from years of life's wears and tears.

“Excuse me this package showed up at my door and it's not mine and I need to know who it is” five said, sliding the package to the man.

The older man looked at five and then squinted his eyes at the package before putting his reading glasses on. “Let me see here…oh.”

Five eyebrows furrowed “Oh what?” he looked between the old man and the package.

the old man looked at five, his readers still perched on his nose. “This package belongs to y/n l/n”

Five's eyes twitched but he tried his best to not get snappy at the obvious statement just uttered “Yes i know that but what room is it? Can they come retrieve it?”

the old man landlord shook his head and took off his glasses rubbing his eyes before his gaze returned to five “Sadly no. She can not get this package”

five made another face of confusion “Why not? Its not gonna kill them to come down here”

the landlord set the package down “Son it basically would”

five leaned on the counter “What's that supposed to mean?”

the landlord sighed “She is a shut in son. She won't leave her room for anything. I'm sure you have heard of her from the neighbors.”

again five had not met all the neighbors. He was far too busy with the cafe that runs well serving coffee and selling pastries. Luckily he had someone else that was working on the pastries cause he had burned one to many the first time he ever tried.

the last time he tried making a pastry he ended up burning the whole batch and almost his cafe. The people were ushered out so the place could air out and be cleaned.

Five looked at the landlord “No i didnt know that she was a shut in” he had a feeling he knew what room. He looked at the old man and with a voice of curious uncertainty he asked “This shut in you say, y/n l/n? she doesnt perhaps live on the second floor right?”

The old man landlord set the package down, sliding it back towards five. “Yes she does actually”

five nodded he was pretty sure he knew who this was “And this…room…does it so happen to be the one at the end of the hall? near my room specifically”

the landlord slid his chair to his filing cabinet and looked through to find y/n l/ns and looked back to five “Yes it is actually”

five nodded and took the package “Thank you for your help” he made his way to the door

the landlord's brows furrowed “Hey wha-“ he was not able to finish his sentence as five closed the door quickly.

Five made his way down the hall to the stairs barreling up them to the second floor. He passed by all the doors and made it to your door. which little did he know you were practically having a heart attack behind it.

He knocked on the door a little too eagerly. He really wanted to know who was watching him behind this door.

End of fives POV

You shrieked and backed away from the door falling onto your ass. You were panicking not knowing what to do. You tried to gather yourself but you froze when you heard your handle being turned.

you gasped and scrambled and grabbed it trying to keep it from opening, having forgotten to lock it or it might have been jostled. But alas it was useless he was stronger than you and your door was opened.

you backed away from the door, frozen in place. Five looked at you with squinted eyes. He couldn't see you very well with the darkness of your apartment. He was about to speak when you bolted off down your hallway towards your bedroom.

He was frozen for a second before coming after you “hey!” he yelled after you as you barreled into your room. In hindsight this was probably the worst way to approach you but…you wouldn't have if you had any say.

you were backed into a corner as he tried to get closer trying to calm you down as you screamed for him to leave.

you threw objects at him that you could grasp “Get out! get out! why are you here!?”

for the most part he dodged the objects. “Hey hey! calm down! I just have your package mixed up! i-“ he made a strangled noise as a book hit him in the face and a pain shot through his nose. He felt a warm liquid and a coppery smell. His nose was bleeding a little.

You were about to hit him. “Okay, ma’am!” he grabbed both your wrists tight enough to label you incapacitated and yanked you forward a little into a ray of light that shined through a messed up blind in your window. It shined on your face and he saw you better.

you gasped as he pulled you forward making you closer to a human than you have been in years and especially to someone you have been watching for a long time. a slight redness in your cheeks catching.

His eyes widened a little at the sight of you before they softened slightly but were still up in guard "I'm not going to hurt you” he softly and slowly said “okay?”

you wordlessly looked up at him with a stunned look nodded

he nodded with you as if confirming what you said to himself “I am going to let go and if i do do you promise to chill out?”

you thought for a minute before nodding. Five nodded and slowly released your wrists. You backed up into the corner quickly to keep some distance

“hey, hey! remember im not gonna hurt you…calm down” he said softly and slowly again

you swallowed looking at this man “What are you doing in my house?”

he gently reached over and picked up your package that had been left at his door “This got mixed up”

your eyes widened “my package!”

he held them out to you and you cautiously reached out and grabbed it from him

everything was silent for a moment before you broke it “thank you” you avoided eye contact like the plague.

he smiled softly “Your welcome.”

a silence hung through the apartment before he was about to leave. Your hearts ped up at the prospect of him leaving and not in a good way. You spoke up before you could even think. “Wait!”

he turned back to you his eyes brow raised “What?”

…

“Would you like to have some tea?” you blurted out. Now you feel stupid.

~Timeskip~

That's how five ended up here sat in front of you with a teapot and teacups sat in front of you with a plate of cookies (or biscuits depending on where you come from).

He looked at you as you were huddled in your chair as if you were afraid but you seemed relaxed. Like it was a safety cocoon. He watched you pour the tea.

A silence hung as you poured your own tea and then sat the teapot down. Five looked at his tea. It was nice looking and more than likely not poisoned. he looked back up but jumped a little when he saw holding a little bowl with mini tongs with sugar cubes inside it

he relaxed and chuckled to himself “No im quite alright”

you furrowed your brows “The tea is strong i advise you take some”

he shook his head “No really”

you shrugged and set it down nearest to him. you used the tongs and put two cubes in yours knowing how strong the liquid was. It was dark in color and had an earthy smell to it. You often used the tea bags to rid of any of your under eye bags just like your grandma would.

Often you didn't care for it but for nostalgia purposes it put a smile on your face.

Five looked at you as you sipped your tea and then back at his cup before sipping his. He made a sputter. That was very earthy.

You chuckled as you sipped your tea as he reached for sugar.

…

“mine tasted great” you decided to mention

“I know yours tastes great!” he halfheartedly and jokingly yelled

you laughed until you snorted a little “I told you it wasn't gonna taste good if you didn't put some sugar in!”

he plopped in a couple cubes “Yeah but i didnt think it would kill me!”

“It isn't killing you!”

“Yes it is!”

“It isn't like coffee! That's why it's called tea and coffee is called coffee! These are simple things!”

You laughed at this little conversation and that's when he noticed your laugh. It was nice. It was a little more free unlike most people who dull their laugh because they are afraid of snorting or think it's ugly. But you just didn't care. Free from the rule of embarrassment.

He sipped his tea “Much better”

it made you smile. It's been a very long time since you had company. For obvious reasons you knew why you didn't have company over. You didn’t exactly go out so what did you expect?

You and him had some amount of silence but slowly conversation began to pick up. It started with your home that was surprisingly cleaner than he thought it would be. You stayed in your home all the time so he thought it would be a hoarding house but there is only the natural clutter of a home that's being lived in. from there conversations picked up more and more and slowly you became more relaxed.

As you spoke to him about a funny story you had about a movie you enjoyed he had a burning question. When he was in your bedroom and he was trying to calm you down as you panicked. He had to know why there was so much fear in your eyes.

Yes he understood he broke into your home but the fear in your eyes looked different. He has been around long enough and he has seen many things and he has been around damaged people like himself before to know when something is deeper than it is.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked softly, cutting you off a little which made you furrow your brows.

“Oh sure” you said with a smile

“Why were you so scared?” he asked softly

you paused for a moment. Your teacup stops halfway between your lips. The memory flashing of five trying to calm you down as he came towards you but it kept wavering between reality and past. He kept morphing into your mother with a red angry face. You tried to grasp reality at that moment. Before he pulled you to him, making you look at him, really look at him. Your mothers face dissipated and you saw five’s kind eyes who were trying to make you quit panicking.

Five noticed your eyes dulling a little he internally panicked for a minute. “You don’t have to tell me” he said softly

you shook your head discarding the memory “No no its alright. I don't wish to talk about it. It just…brought bad memories is all”

he nodded before picking up his cup and sipping the tea. A silence hung over them before he looked over at the plate of cookies (or biscuits) “Did you make those?” he asked

you looked over “hm? oh those? Yes, I did. Freshly made.”

he made a face of curiosity “may i?”

you nodded “Of course. What did I set them out for? My health?”

he chuckled and picked one up. They were pink in color and soft. They smelled faintly of strawberry and had a nice thin layer of white frosting on the top.

he bit into it and he swore he bit into heaven. He made a sort of moan of delight “Oh man…that's good. What is it?”

you smiled, your face lighting up. A compliment for baking from someone else? that made your heart feel warm in a way it hasn't before “Strawberry cheesecake cookie! It's a personal favorite of mine. I know how to bake plenty more cookies” you smiled sweetly

he swore his cheeks reddened at sight of your blushing face. You were all embarrassed with the fact the handsome man across from you had paid a compliment. He swallowed the next bite he had taken and he cleared his throat looking away for a minute.

You looked away too. You pulled yourself together “M-more tea?” you mentally cursed at your stutter

“Yes yes please” he had to quickly said

At the end of day he had to go home to his apartment. He went to the door “Thank you for having me. Sorry about uh…earlier.”

you made a little joking pfft sound and waved it off “Water under the bridge now”

he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. He opened the door to leave. As he left and said goodbye he noticed you stepped back from the door as it opened. Your face holds a slight discomfort when looking outside.

he shrugged it off thinking maybe he was a little loony and went to his apartment door. He took his keys out and unlocked his door and pushed it open but not without taking a glance at your door. He smiled softly at your closed door and walked into his home gently closing the door.

You were smiling ear to ear and your heart raced as you thought of the time you had. You were cleaning up the mess you and he made at the table. You felt like you were on cloud 9.

Timeskip

You had been so happy to have someone in your home after having had little to no contact with human beings but you were pretty sure you were never going to have that again. Until you heard a knock on the door

you went to open it a crack and there five stood. He had slight red on his cheeks and was holding a pastry box from his coffee place. Inside had double chocolate muffins inside, one of his best sellers from the baker.

you went wide eyed and opened it letting him in.

he smiled “I thought you’d like one”

your heart soared

From then on he would come and visit all the time when he got the chance to. You and him even exchanged numbers to talk. As you and he talked you and his friendship grew and as the friendship grew, it started to become more.

You were getting giddy everytime he came by or even texted. He started looking at his phone every few minutes wondering if you texted back or asked him to come over.

You and him talked about movies and music and media and all that but despite all that he wondered what your past was. What was it when you fell asleep during movies and woke up gasping, what made you keep your blinds closed so tightly, what caused your Agoraphobia.

this will come to light.

He came to your house one day cause you and him were going to try baking today. Well he was being taught more like it.

You and him were in the kitchen laughing, throwing flour at each other. You and him eventually had to clean up. He let you go shower first.

He walked around your apartment looking at all the things. He went to a small hallway table that was oddly bare. He never did notice that at first. He looked to the door where the bathroom was hearing the water going

he swallowed softly just thinking of you. Your body under the water the soap cascading. God why now. He looked back at the table trying to get rid of the thoughts and opened the drawer just out of curiosity. Inside was the usual. batteries, random opened mail, old car keys.

He chuckled seeing the old car keys considering that you just never went outside. He moved it around until he came upon colg glass of a picture frame. His brows furrrowed and he took it out and looked at it. It was of an older woman with a scowl and a young you who looked sad. His brows furrowed nd before he could think any fuether he heard you call to him

“Five!” you called to him from the bathroom. The water had been turned off and only faint dripping was heard.

he yelled to you “Yeah!?” he quickly put the photo back. “Whats up?”

“Can you get me a towel? I forgot to grab mine. They are in my closet!”

he smiled “Alright ill grab it!”

he made his way into your bedroom. He went to your closet and opened it his eyes widened at the mess. Dear god it was horrible in here! He searched for the towel until he came upon a duffel bag. His eyes kept training onto it despite knowing he should get the towel and go.

He found the towel but curiousity got the best of him. He set the towel down and opened the duffel. Inside he saw old items. The smell of dust and nostalgia hit his nose. Inside he saw an old plushie, a blanket and a journal as well. The journal was old but kept in good condition. It had a few stickers on it

He opened it up and realized it was a journal from when you were little. As he read page after page his face slowly began to drop. His heart sinking to his stomach as he kneeled there reading your childhood journal.

Your POV

You were wondering what was taking him so long to get you that towel. You eventually just stepped out of the tub. You searched for a towel and low and behold lucky you it was under your sink. You smiled.

You walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel “Hey five its okay you dont gotta get me the to-“

your eyes widened seeing the open journal in his hand. His eyes are going to you immediately. His eyes are soft, almost in pain from what he read has happened to you.

Years of suffering written by little you and documented onto paper. Years of physical harm and brainwashing documented onto paper.

you swallowed you felt dread boil within. You didnt expect him to look through your journal like that. “Five what the fuck!”

fives eyes went from soft to panic. He closed the journal “y/n im sorry i-“

“you don't just go snooping around in my stuff! I don't care how long we have been friends, you don't do that!”

five stuttered for a minute trying to find the right words to say and fix this

“Get out five!” you felt betrayed and hurt and so embarrassed and ashamed.

fives eyes widened “y-you dont mean that.”

“I do…get out”

five swallowed and set your journal down and silently walked out. The door closed behind him and you broke down. your eyes closed and tears fell. Sobs wracked your body.

For the next few days you felt alone again. You felt to much shame to actually talk to him about this and so much anger at the fact he looked through your stuff.

you felt ahame for what has happened to you in the past. You knew you didnt have to but something about it made you just…feel so much. You didnt like how much you had to feel in this moment.

Multiple days went by and you constantly checked the texts determining wether if you should or shouldnt. At one point you looked at his messages and you began to just bawl.

The apartment was to quiet now and not filled with laughter. Your heart was hurting being away from him. You have grown so close to him. He was your only friend.

In five’s apartment he wasn't doing any better either. He wanted to go to you and all he needed was a simple green light to get to you. One word and he would be there. He…needed you. He didnt have much in this world other than his family. He wanted someone close to him. You were that woman.

Five came out of his apartment deciding that he wanted to go for a walk to clear his mind until he heard your sobs. His mind went on alert and he went to your door knocking frantically “Y/n?!”

nothing.

he knocked frantically again “Y/n?!” he yelled louder his heart hurting and pounding rapidly. When he got nothing back but your sobs he reeled back and kicked the door in.

the door slammed against the wall and you screamed as he did it. You cried hard. You couldnt handle the lonlieness between these walls anymore. The fear and the memories of the past that helped confine you to this space. “Leave me alone!!! Leave me alone!!!”

five swallowed seeing you in this state. Your journal open halfway through. You had been looking back and were now breaking down. Your living conditions were just a factor to the breakdown.

Five rushed over and tried to pull your hands away from your eyes “Y/n! Stop please!”

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face as gut wrenching sobs came from you. “Why would you wanna look at me!! Im just some shut in freak who cant handle even looking out the window!!” you tried to rip your hands and wrists from his grip

five struggled to try to get you to look at him “Y/n! Please look at me!! Look at me damn it! You're not a freak! I get it the worlds scary bu-“

he couldn't get through to you like this. You were breaking down right in front of him and it was painful to watch as you sobbed your pain into the world. His heart clenched. as you tried to rip your hands and wrists away again five quickly moved your wrists away and pulled you close forcing you to look at him.

your sobs gently caught tears still streaming down your face. Yiur struggle having stopped

His eyes were soft “y/n…i dont think of you as a freak. You have been hurt, badly hurt. None of this is your fault. It's okay y/n. Im right here”

you looked at him his words sinking in. Your head going into his neck as you cried. His hands gently guiding your arms around him and his arms going around you and his hand into your hair gently massaging “I know, baby. I know.”

~Timeskip~

you had fallen asleep in his arms and he gently brought you to your bedroom and laid you down. He saw the duffel bag open and your journal. He picked up the duffel and the journal, storing it away in the closet. Storing away what caused your memories of pain.

he was gonna walk out the bedroom to get water but he heard your voice tiredly say “Dont leave me, five. Stay in my home with me”

he smiled “Im not leaving you. Im right here” he took your hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb until you were back to sleep.

He went to get water and that's when he noticed something he doesn't ever remember. He saw that you had a balcony that you blocked off with a large blanket like it was a window.

he got an idea.

When you awoke you found five sitting by your bed. “Five?” you groggily said while sitting up.

he smiled and took your hand “Good morning” his thumb brushed over your knuckles.

“You actually stayed” you said a little shocked

he chuckled “Of course i stayed”

After you got a little bit cleaned up he led you down the hall of your apartment room "Five why are you leading me? What did you do?” nervousness settled in the pit of your stomach

he chuckled at all your questions and nervousness “Just trust me” he led you into the living room where the blanket was pulled down and the light shined inside and showed the outside world. The beauty of the sun and the green grass. The door to the balcony was open.

You gasped and ripped away and hid behind a wall. You hyperventilated. Outside is where the bad was. You could hear your mothers voice telling you all about the bad that happens outside and why staying inside is a good thing.

Five followed and looked at you with concern. His eyes softened and he came to you and put his hand on your cheek “I know…it's scary…but you have to stop letting her rule your everyday life. She ruled it when you were younger. Do you qant her to just continue? I just want to help you”

you looked at him. You could see all the care and concern. The desire to help and..something more. You swallowed gently peeking over the wall at the balcony where the outside world lay in waiting.

Fives hand slid to your own and gently grasped it and he slowly and carefully began to lead you till you were at the threshold. The warmth of the sun only slightly beats onto your skin, not enough until you cross the threshold. Nervousness pounded in your stomach and body. You looked at five and he looked at you. He gently tugged you

“Come on. Its okay.” he gently said

you swallowed and closed your eyes crossing the threshold into unmarked territory. you felt the warmth of the sun beat onto you and a slight breeze and the smell of fresh plants and the song of birds so clearly.

five laughed softly until it became loud “You did it! Open your eyes y/n!! You did it!”

your eyes slowly opened and you looked out at the world beyond the four walls you confined yourself. You saw beauty in nature and in the world around. Your mother has been proven wrong. Something bad wasn't just gonna happen if you stepped outside.

Five laughed and hugged you tightly as you stared with wide eyes “i did…” you quietly said

From that day forward little by little you were exposed to the outside world. Everyday you and five were stronger and closer. Your heart flew when he was near and his heart thumped like a band when he was with you.

The outside world was so beautiful and wonderful. The grass, the plants, the sun. It was something you wish you looked at earlier instead of letting fear take over your find and destroy your happiness.

On a bright sunny day he was going to finally get you to step outside into pure grass and flowers and look at the bushes for bugs and birds and show you wonderous nature things but the second you tried to step out the door one of the people from inside shoved her out the way far to hard knocking her down

you looked shocked “Hey!?”

The guy who was walking to his car stopped and turned, giving you an ugly sneer on his old angry face. “Watch what you're doing next time, Bitch.”

Your face dropped into shock. You haven't exactly had to deal with these types of people.

Five's body flew into a protective rage. He saw your face and his heart hurt and how disheartened you were. He flew into a rage and approached the guy “The fuck is your problem!? maybe an excuse would've been nice at the very least! You sont have to fucking shove someone because you feel entitled!!”

The man and five began to argue and fight. Your breathing picked up as the world around you morphed. It morphed and so did five and the rude man. You saw your dad and mom. They were fighting. You remember huddling in the corner as they screamed and threw things at each other and hurt each other.

Your hands began to shake. When five turned to you it wasn't five it was your mothers. You gasped your heart in fear and your face paling. You picked yourself up and ran back to safety. You barreled up the stairs.

Five pushed the guy away and ran after you calling your name. Your heart thumped in your ears and fear made you sick to your stomach.

He almost got you but you got into your apartment and slammed the door and locked it. You were shaking so bad. Your eyes wide and bugged out. you slid to sit on the floor head between your hands trying to block the noise as five knocked on the door.

He knocked over and over again “Y/n come out please! Please, it's gonna be alright! I'm sorry I didn't mean to fight. It's okay whatever you see is not real!”

but his words were futile. The knocking was too loud and almost sounded like banging. His voice wasn't his own; it was distorted and overlapped with your mothers words that juxtaposed his.

you tried to block it out, tears streaming down your face until something bubbled up inside and you just…screamed. loud, scared, terror, bloodcurdling, relief feeling.

Five's body froze as he heard you scream. He thought maybe you might hurt yourself or might have already done it.

You sat frozen looking at the wall. As five broke in, kicking the door in so he can be with you.

Once the door broke he was quickly on the floor in front of you taking your head in his hands babbling apologies over and over. He held you close his hand in your hair “Im sorry…im so sorry i shouldnt have gotten into that fight…i should’ve known”

you shook your head as you hugged back “No…its okay. I think it just all became too overwhelming. You're okay… im…”

you realized something you haven't said to yourself in a while. “Im…im okay”

five smiled softly “Good” he whispered and held you closely his heart syncing with yours

A few days go by and you haven't left the apartment. To be honest you just felt embarrassed by what happened and a little bit ashamed. You knew you shouldn't have to but you did.

five texted you the whole time trying to get you to come out but…you just couldn't after that.

Until one day you heard him calling your name and it wasn't from the front door. It was from the balcony. Your eye brows creased. He does know there's a thing called a front door right?”

you went to the balcony and opened it up and stepped out onto it albeit a little cautiously like something was gonna jump out. you looked around until you saw down below five was there with a bouquet of flowers and a ring?

“Five what are you doing?” you smiled softly, your cheeks going into a blush.

He looked up at you and smiled, his eyes lit with joy seeing you and something in his eyes you can now pin as love. “Y/n, i love you. I have for a very long time. I want you to be my girlfriend. Be my baby!”

your heart quickened surely this was a dream right. He wouldn't want to be with you right? Something damaged and scarred “Are you…are you sure?”

he smiled softly “More than sure”

your breathing picked up but this time it wasn't because you were scared. No, it's because something good was gonna happen and it was happening outside. Your brain clicked and you rushed out the door. You barreled down the hall and barreled down the stairs passing by the landlord who looked confused and shocked.

You pushed open the door that led to the back of the building where the balconies would be. There five stood he opened his arms and you ran right into it “I love you too five”

he smiled and enclosed his arms and looked sown at you. “You mean that?”

you smiled “I mean it” your eyes fell to his lips and back to his eyes. You knew this was bold and something you haven't done before but you kissed him. You kissed him tenderly, your lips moving with his. He was shocked before he melted into the feeling that just felt so right.

his hand came to the back of your head and he smiled into the kiss. He wanted to rewrite your scars, he wanted to be your one and only, he wanted to hold you tight, he wanted to be there when you needed him most. You wanted to do that exact same for him. You wanted to get better for iim, love him like he loved you, be his one and only, you wanted to be in his arms and hold him in your own.

You and him broke the kiss and his forehead laid onto yours as the sun beat down on both of you “I love you y/n. Dont ever think i dont”

you smiled “I love you to, five. I always will. Thank you for staying with me through it all”

he smiled love and care laced in his look “Dont thank me. Don't thank me for something that should be done in the first place. Staying with you through it all is the bare minimum. I will show you more than the bare minimum in this lifetime. I will bring you happiness.

you smiled “and i will do the same for you” you kissed him again which he this time happily reciprocated

Eventually you worked at the bakery with him replacing the other baker who was not fired but in fact got a job at a high end bakery. Love was put in the baked goods and time and energy too just like you and his relationship. You wore that promise ring on your finger everyday without fail and five had one matching yours on his.

You and him, even through the ups and downs, the good, the bad, the good times and bad times, stayed together wrapped in each other's love, comfort and harmony. You and him proved everyone who has had a lover leave them over the small thing absolutely stupid and proved love can and shall perceiver

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Hey guys! Sorry this took a long time. I have bedn working on this story for a long time. Also I procrastinated a little! My bad yall! But dont worry cause now i can work on some other stories sent to me by request and i can finally do the ones from the pole! Thank you guys for sticking by! I love you to be safe out there! 😘 💋

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