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badkitty3000 · 12 days ago

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Look But Don't Touch

A Five x female reader one-shot; 4.5k words, sequel/request

Anonymous asked: After I read your latest post and reached the last bit... I'm gonna be greedy yet desperate if you will... 👉👈🩷🩷🩷Can I beg and ask if you please continue the subway dirty shenanigans right where you left off?? at Max's, where some filthy, sexy filthyyyy party can happen for us???? Please?? I can get on my knees like she did on the train if I have to cuz I'M BEGGIIIIIIIIIIING

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Summary: Five takes you to a mysterious deli he swears you will love

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, slight Daddy kink

As you walked along the chilly subway platform, holding Five’s hand, and listening to the clip of your footsteps echo off the grungy, tiled walls, you replayed what had just occurred since you entered that train not so long ago.

I convinced Five to take me on the mysterious train to who knows where

I gave him a FANTASTIC blow job that really I should win some sort of award for

He left me high and dry (well, not dry)

We stopped at some weird ass diner that appeared out of nowhere

I was told not to worry about my cum-stained dress or the fact that I am not wearing anything underneath it

What the fuck is going on here?

You glanced worriedly over your shoulder as the train you had just emerged from took off and disappeared into the dark tunnel.

“Uh, Five? The train just left.”

He continued, unhurried, and didn’t even glance in your direction as he answered. “Another one will be along.”

You nodded, trusting he knew what he was talking about. Not that you had much choice in the matter. As you neared the entrance of Max’s Delicatessen, there was something eerie about it, and it wasn’t just that it happened to exist inside this weird timeloop subway station.

When the door to the restaurant opened, a man walked out. Not just any man. Your man. The same one that was standing right next to you and suddenly pulling you in with an arm around your waist.

“What the…?” you murmured, your jaw dropping.

The other person that looked exactly like Five was hurrying in the direction of the platform you had just left. As he passed, he gave Five a quick nod, pausing for a fraction of a second to look you over before giving you a sideways smile, and then he was off again.

You watched him go, absolutely flabbergasted, and then looked at Five.

“What is going on?”

Five didn’t answer your question. But he did look awfully mischievous as he leaned in to kiss you, running both of his hands down your back before cupping your butt cheeks, pulling your short dress up a little bit in the process.

“Remember…” he said softly while his long fingers trailed down the side of your neck. “You are mine and only mine.”

You nodded dumbly, not knowing what you were agreeing to. Leading you forward with a hand on the small of your back, you entered the diner, where you stopped dead in your tracks about two feet inside the door.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, right before every single clear green eye in the place was on you.

You felt like you had just been led into the lion’s den, except that these lions were all in the form of the man whose cock was in your mouth just a few minutes earlier. You’d had dreams like this before. Very, very naughty dreams. But this was undeniably real.

You licked your lips and let out a breathy laugh. “Damn.”

Five… your Five… put a protective arm around your shoulders as he steered you in the direction of one of the booths in the back. Tripping over your own feet as he pushed you along, your head swiveled around, taking in your surroundings. The longer you looked, the more you realized there were slight differences in each man, even though they were all clearly a version of Five.

Some were dressed impeccably in their full three piece suit, sipping from cups of coffee as you walked down the aisle, while others were in various stages of dress, with their jackets thrown over the backs of seats and shirt sleeves rolled up. There were even a few that looked like they had seen better days, completely disheveled, with their hair a mess and ties hanging loosely over untucked shirts.

You noticed one Five had faint streaks of gray in his hair, around the temples, giving him a very distinguished look as he watched you with interest. Another sat at a booth next to what you knew was his beloved mannequin, Dolores. A haughty-looking, bespectacled Five glanced up from his newspaper, rolled his eyes, and got up and left.

As you were shuffled into one of the red vinyl booths, Five pulled you onto his lap, which was odd, considering there was plenty of space to sit next to him, but you were too busy marveling at the handsome face that was nearing your table.

“I wasn’t sure you’d figure out how to make it back here,” the other Five noted casually, setting down his coffee as he slid into the bench seat across the table.

It was so surreal seeing an exact replica of Five, sitting across from you, eyeing you up with that same hungry look your Five always had, and sounding just like him; right down to the gravelly tone of his voice. The main difference was that this one had a pencil tucked over his ear.

Five’s hands were on your hips, stroking them lightly as he spoke to his doppelganger.

“Of course I did, idiot,” Five sniped back, moving his hands lower to your bare thighs. “Shouldn’t you be waiting tables or something?”

The other Five shook his head. “I’m on break.” Then he turned to you with a smile so familiar it gave you goosebumps. “Hello, darling.”

At the same time that you let out a little gasp at his greeting, Five’s fingers dug deeper into your flesh. His breath warmed the side of your neck as he gently pushed your hair to the side and brushed his lips under your jaw. You closed your eyes, your lips parting, as you wiggled against him.

“What is happening?” you asked quietly.

You had been talking to your Five, who was busy rubbing his cheek against your hair and kissing your shoulder as he massaged your inner thighs, but the Five sitting across from you answered.

“Why don’t you come over here and I can show you,” he said with a smirk while his hand disappeared beneath the tabletop.

Your Five’s head snapped up. “Don’t even think about it, asshole.”

Your eyes fluttered shut again and you let out a little moan when Five started to pull down the straps of your dress, letting them hang off your shoulders. It was like you were hypnotized, as his hands roamed all over your body and his mouth trailed hot lines over your skin. You didn’t seem to care that it was happening in front of a room full of… well… him.

Another Five that had been sitting in a different booth, wearing a full, neatly pressed suit, abandoned his half-finished crossword puzzle and sidled over. He stood next to the table and watched as Five squeezed your tits together.

“He came all over your pretty dress, didn’t he, honey?” Crossword Five shook his head. “We might all be the same person in here, but some of us have manners and know that’s no way to treat a lady.”

“Back off, fuck face,” Five growled back at him. “You know the rules.”

Crossword Five laughed, putting his hands in his pockets as he leaned casually against one of the tables. “Hey, you brought her here. You knew the risk. Besides, Waiter Five here has already started jacking it.”

Waiter Five smiled devilishly at you from across the table, his left hand hidden from view but clearly busy doing something. “Just enjoying the show.”

When he unzipped the back of your dress, exposing your bare breasts as it fell around your waist, Five spoke hotly next to your ear. “I can read that dirty little mind of yours, darling, so just remember what I told you.” His fingertips grazed the stiff peaks of your nipples. “You can look but don’t touch.”

“But… “ you started weakly as you turned your face to kiss along the line of stubble under his jaw. “But, it’s you.”

Crossword Five and Waiter Five both grinned and nodded. “Exactly,” they said in union.

Ignoring the other two, Five began massaging your tits roughly, squeezing and pinching at your nipples until you made a sharp whimpering noise. “I’m going to make you come right here,” he said huskily as he kissed your shoulder. “And they’re going to watch and wish they were me.”

“Again… they are you,” you said with a little laugh, meeting Waiter Five’s eyes.

You found that looking into the same eyes and face of the person that was quickly working you into a frenzy was very strange but you didn’t exactly hate it. In fact, maybe it was turning you on a little bit more.

Five’s cock was starting to wake up again as you rocked your hips against him, which just added to your growing desire for him.

One of his hands dropped between your legs while the other continued to play with your tits. His fingers found the wet, warm area that he had been too-long in neglecting, and you squirmed against them.

Leaving the intense gaze of Waiter Five, you dropped your head back against the shoulder of your Five, raising your arm up to stroke the back of his neck with your hand. When he began to toy with you, sliding his fingers up and down and over your swollen clit, you whined next to his ear.

With a sharp bite to the side of your neck, Five had you moaning his name out loud.

“Oh god, Five!” you cried out as you unabashedly shoved his hand harder between your legs while you thrust your hips faster.

At the sound of their name being moaned so wantonly, the other Fives started to close in, sauntering over like a pack of perverted, suit-wearing zombies. But instead of wanting to eat your brain, they clearly would have liked to eat something else.

As you continued to fuck Five’s hand, your juices dripping down onto his pant legs, you opened your eyes. At least two of the other Fives had unzipped their pants and were already starting to stroke their hard cocks. Crossword Five, who seemed to be a little less brash, was watching intently while palming the front of his fine, wool slacks. You could hear a few quiet groans from around the restaurant.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Five asked teasingly.

You nodded, turning your head to catch his lips with yours as he plunged two fingers inside you, making you clench down around them. “I like when you watch me get off,” you told him in between ravenous kisses. “And there’s a lot of you watching.”

Placing a second hard bite to the other side of your neck, Five gave you another warning. “I’m going to mark you up so all these fucking vultures can remember who you belong to.”

With your whimpers growing louder and your body starting to thrash around on Five’s lap, the other Fives increased their level of debauchery, too. Waiter Five was still watching you, his emerald eyes boring into you as you came closer to reaching your peak. Five was busy marking up your neck and shoulders while his fingers pushed sloppily in and out of you, so you took the chance to break a little of the rules.

Slipping off one of your shoes, you extended your leg under the table. Waiter Five’s eyes widened as your bare foot slipped up the inside of his leg, feeling the warmth and firmness of his thigh, and coming to rest against the prominent bulge of his crotch. He had not started jacking it quite yet, because his cock was still packed away, but it was very clear that it was dying to be let out. His hand caught your ankle as you wiggled your toes against his dick and he inhaled a sharp breath.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble,” he whispered to you with a cocky grin.

You smiled back at him as he pressed your foot to his clothed dick and rubbed your calf with his hand. Before you could decide how far you wanted to take your little under the table foot fuck, your Five was pushing you over the edge with a few dirty words in your ear and a thumb against your clit.

“Fiiive!” you cried out, which released a frenzy of deep moans and groans across the deli.

With Five holding you tightly against him, your body trembled in his arms while the other Fives watched enviously, but also proudly, knowing it was still their name you were calling out in your moment of ecstasy. Waiter Five let out a low grunt as you teased him just a little more with your foot before lowering your leg.

Breathing fast and hard, with your dress completely useless in covering anything on your body, you took a better look around you. It was the weirdest, most depraved thing you had ever seen in your life. All of the Fives in the deli were now honed in on you.

You could see now the different stages of arousal they were in. Most of them had their hard dicks out already, stroking them slowly while alternating between making eye contact with you and closing their eyes with a quiet moan. The distinguished looking Five with the graying hair was boldly standing with one foot on a bench, casually yet purposefully undoing his belt and pants to get to work.

One of the more slovenly Fives in the back was already mid-orgasm as he pumped his fist furiously, letting go of an impressive stream of cum that landed in a sticky puddle at his feet. Another, obviously plastered Five, was clearly suffering from whiskey dick as he mumbled sadly to himself and slid down the wall. The Five that had been sitting with Dolores was in the process of shoving the poor mannequin lady under the table and between his legs.

Crossword Five was still leaning against one of the booths to the side, nonchalantly rubbing at the front of his pants with a condescending smirk on his face.“I like to prolong the pleasure, not just shoot my wad in ten seconds like these other animals,” he told you.

From a supply closet towards the back came another Five, wearing a wrinkled white dress shirt and pants with several buttons undone at the neck and the sleeves rolled up. On his hip hung a spray bottle of some kind of cleaning solution. He was wheeling a mop bucket and whistling a tune, completely oblivious as to what was currently happening in the main dining area. He stopped abruptly, his eyes landing on the fresh wet patch of jizz on the floor in front of him.

Janitor Five groaned and threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Can’t I get one fucking day off?”

“Sorry, man,” the Five who had made the mess told him with a shrug as he zipped his pants back up and ran a hand through his messy hair. “You know how it is.”

You giggled at that, but then Five turned your face to his with a hand on your chin. Despite the fact that he had spilled his cum all over your dress earlier, he was raring to go again with his straining erection still pushed between your legs.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he told you in that tone that made you almost slip right off his lap. With a rough kiss that had you aching for more, he whispered “Think you can handle a little more for Daddy?”

Waiter Five gave you a knowing grin, and then you heard the clink of his belt buckle as he started to unleash his cock under the table.

Already salivating at the thought of what was next, you shimmied off of Five’s lap and out of the booth. Pushing your dress all of the way off, you realized you had left one of your heels under the table when you were teasing Waiter Five. He noticed before your Five could, and he calmly handed the stray shoe over to you with a smile. You mouthed “thank you” and gave him a little air kiss that only he saw. While you slipped your foot into your other shoe, Waiter Five slipped his hand into his pants.

Standing there, completely naked aside from a pair of black stiletto pumps, and surrounded by a room full of the most gorgeous men (man) you had ever seen, another rivulet of moisture slithered down your leg.

They may have been different versions of the one you were devoted to, but they all had the same sharp, angular jaw; the same sculpted chest and toned arms; the same long and slender fingers that made you salivate just by looking at them. You knew how each one of them kissed, and how they fucked, and the sounds they made when you did certain things to their body. You knew how their cock tasted and how it felt inside you.

Holy shit, you wanted them. All of them. But that, you had been told, was against the rules.

That was the thought that was running through your head when you were pulled from behind and pushed face first onto the table directly next to the one where you had just been fingered. It was definitely your Five that did it, because you’d know that excited, raspy groan anywhere. Your legs were pushed apart as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

The rest of the Fives were in full jerk-off mode now, with some of them already nearing the end and others just warming up. But nearly every single one of them had their dick out and their intense green stare set on you. Watching their strong, slender hands work their thick shafts was driving you crazy and you wished your Five would hurry up and just fuck you already.

“Hurry up and fuck her, already!” Janitor Five yelled out from the back, after looking at you with a lecherous smile. He dropped his mop and started hurrying to open up his pants. “Hey, honey, the special of the day is Man Chowder. Let me fix you up a bowl.”

“God, you’re such a disgusting creep!” the Five from behind the service window scoffed.

“Why don’t you go back to jerking it into the mayonaise Brisket, you fucking asshole!” Janitor Five shot back, whipping out his dick.

“Shut up!” Five hissed from behind you, right before you heard his belt buckle hit the floor along with his pants. “God, I love this ass,” he gritted out, rubbing your butt cheek and giving it a light slap.

Five eased inside of you, slowly, while you gripped the sides of the table. You let out a shaky sigh as he filled you up and bottomed out; his hips flush against your backside. As he began fucking you, deliberately and rhythmically, you closed your eyes and bit down on your lower lip.

When you turned your head to the side, you locked eyes with Waiter Five, who was still sitting in the booth next to you and stroking himself under the table. One corner of his mouth turned up, clearly enjoying the fact that you were watching him and vice versa.

You liked being able to study his face as he worked his dick over, sliding his fist tightly over the shaft, just like you had seen your Five do in front of you before. You liked being the reason he was hard and leaking, with his breath growing more rapid and ragged by the second. And you loved the fact that you could look into his beautiful face while still being railed from behind by another version of him.

“Oh, shit… Five!” you cried out, as he slammed into you abruptly, leaning over you so that his upper body covered your back and he held himself up with his hands on the table.

“Say it again, baby,” he said softly as he sucked another mark onto your shoulder.

“Yeah, say it again,” Waiter Five demanded, making you wilt under his piercing gaze.

You raised your head, taking in the other Fives. They were all beating their dicks furiously, hair hanging in their eyes, and their brows creased in concentration.

“Fuuuck…. Five,” you moaned.

That did a few of them in right there, with the familiar sounds of their grunts and groans filling the room as they came into their hands, onto table tops, or the floor.

A loud whimper escaped your lips as Five suddenly pulled out, leaving you stretched and empty. It didn’t last long, though, before he was pulling you up and spinning you around with his hands on your waist as he boosted you up onto the table. Standing between your legs, he kissed you hard, biting at your lips with a hand at the back of your neck.

When he entered you again, it was with one hard push that had you clinging to his shoulders to keep from sliding backwards. Five held your legs around his waist with a hand under each thigh, letting you lie back onto the table.

“Fuck, I love you,” he hissed, almost angrily between gritted teeth as he slammed his hips into you again.

“I love you, too,” you moaned. You looked over to see that Waiter Five was still locked on you as he beat his dick under the table. You smiled a little and then turned to your Five again. “Baby, please…,” you pleaded, in between sharp gasps. “I want your cum inside me and his covering my tits.”

Five let out a deep growl as he slammed into you with more force. But the beautiful, pornographic noises you were making had him wanting to give you whatever you asked for.

“Fine,” he rasped. “He can come on your tits. But that’s it.”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that these Fives would be able to blink too, but that’s exactly what happened as soon as Waiter Five got the green light. In one flash of blue, he was kneeling on the seat next to you, his hand around his cock as he shamelessly stroked it harder and faster.

Now you could look at both of them at the same time. Your Five had his head thrown back while he fucked you hard, his hips thrusting manically while his fingers dug sharply into your sides. Waiter Five’s long dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he closed his eyes with a low groan.

“God damn it, I want to absolutely wreck that pussy,” the Five called Brisket groaned pitifully from the kitchen, right before he came all over his food-stained apron.

“Excuse me, but I’m going to go take care of this in private, like a gentleman,” Crossword Five declared as he made a beeline for the bathroom, his pants still painfully restricting the giant hard-on he had refused to release.

With the sounds of skin on skin slapping filling the room, and the groans of all of the Fives growing louder, you couldn’t hold back any longer. Watching as your Five’s dick drilled mercilessly into your hot core, you grabbed onto Waiter Five’s shirt, bunching the material into your fist as you felt yourself tip over the edge.

“Oh god!” you cried out as your body started to seize up with rippling waves of pleasure. “Five… YES!”

That seemed to end both of them as well, and Five filled your pussy with his cum while Waiter Five covered your tits with long, thick ropes of his own. Your climax continued on, aided by the fact that two versions of the sexiest man alive were losing themselves all over you.

Five let out a long, shuddering curse as his dick twitched out the last few drops inside you. “FUUUCK!”

Waiter Five’s wrist finally slowed when he was completely empty, and you both smiled hazily at one another, breathing heavily as your muscles began to relax again.

When Five pulled out, and you were able to right yourself again, you witnessed the insane phenomenon of a dozen other Fives reaching their ends, spewing out load after load of cum while groaning and milking themselves dry. You noticed the pervy Janitor Five had shot his load into the mop bucket.

You leaned your head on Five’s chest as you both caught your breath. He stroked your back and kissed the top of your head.

Waiter Five worked his way out of the booth, shoving his dick back in his pants and buckling his belt. He pushed his hair off his face before grabbing a stack of napkins and offering them out to you.

“Sorry for the mess, but I aim to please. And my aim is pretty fucking good.”

You laughed, taking the napkins and wiping your chest off as best you could while Five bent down to pick up his pants that were around his ankles. “Yes it certainly is. I asked and you delivered, so thank you.”

“Alright, enough chit chat,” your Five said before handing you your wrinkled and dirty dress that had been balled up on the floor. “I need to get you out of here before these shit heads get a chance to chub up again.”

You gave a little pout as you pulled your dress over your head, turning so that he could zip you up in the back. “Are you sure we can’t stay a little longer? I like it here.”

“I know you do, darling. But we only bring our girls here once, as a kind of tradition.” He turned you around to face him, lifting your face to his. “Once is enough… so don’t get any ideas.”

You smiled and kissed him softly. “Oh, I have plenty of ideas that will forever live in my head after today. But don’t worry. I’m perfectly happy to go home with you and only you.”

“Glad to hear it.”

As you were being led towards the door again, Janitor Five called out to you, plopping his mop onto the floor with a splash. “Anytime you’re hungry for more of my delicious trouser gravy, honey, just come on back. Daddy will serve you up something really special.”

There was a loud, disgusted groan from all of the other Fives and one of them threw a salt shaker at Janitor Five’s head, which he dodged with a cheeky grin. Smiling to yourself, you took one last look over your shoulder as the door to Max’s closed behind you. You caught Waiter Five’s eye, who winked and flashed you another gorgeous smile while you blew him a kiss.

Looping your arm through Five’s, you rested your head against his shoulder as you walked towards the waiting train that had just rolled into the station.

“So, are you sure this was a one and done deal?” you said with a giggle.

Five shook his head with a smile and led you onto the train. Pinching your ass and pulling you onto his lap as the train started to move, he grinned. “And risk losing you to that jerk Waiter Five? I don’t think so.”

“But maybe you could… I don’t know… share?” you teased, running your fingers down the length of his tie.

Five sighed heavily, but he was smiling as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You should know better by now, my love… Daddy doesn’t share.”

I have to give props to my homegirl @kaybreezy3000. She is the one who gave me the idea for this sexy plot. She is also the creator of the pervy Janitor Five in this story, because he was also featured in our collaboration deli fic World's Collide. He is such a sleeze bag and I love him dearly! 🧹❤️

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ghysry · 6 months ago

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A backstory for brisket Five? Say less!

Tags: Diego and Five bond:(, semi-happy ending, brisket Five, he's retired, not an x reader, if you guys want me to make one just ring the bell!, He's so silly!, now let's traumatize him, shows how brisket Five got his name

Characters: Five | the brisket boy (TUA show), Diego Hargreeves, slight mention of Luther Hargreeves and Sloane Hargreeves, Waiter Five cameo at the end

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"You used to be one of the rotten ones."

Five wouldn't say he had any artistic ability, in hindsight his calculations all over every space of his childhood bedroom might look like modern art to the gullible eye but it's more of an eyesore when you actually understand the things written down, some even have corrections all over them, which at one point stops looking good and starts looking like someone barfed numbers on top of numbers. He learned mathematics in the years he spent walking the empty wasteland of an apocalypse at the ripe age of thirteen to fifty-something, reading books over and over again that survived in the apocalypse was his only source of enjoyment, if not enjoyment, then to pass the time.

No one knows one of those books he picked up was a cook book, a mini-series of them, he vaguely remembers having six out of the eight that you could get in a standard book set of these page torn burnt at the side step-by-step instruction nightmares. But he kept them. There were no stoves anywhere - and if there were, there would be no gas to turn the thing on; besides, he didn't exactly have the materials to cook food anyway, so it was useless to carry those six books around so much, embarrassing, even. Yet it was still in his cart, all forty years he spent heaving it and dragging the wooden mess behind him, those books never left his sight, and he never let them get damaged.

"Step one, throw a pot on the stove and set the fire to medium heat, slice the meat and add it into the water, then--" Five mumbled with his eyes closed, his hand fumbling with a fork, before his ears picked up footsteps right outside of his hotel bedroom. "Five?" Diego knocked on his already open door, letting himself into the older-but-younger brother's room. "You hear the thing with Sloane and Luther? They're getting married," Diego announced, eyeing his sibling for a second, trying to gauge his opinion. If Diego wasn't Five's second favorite sibling he would have sent him out of his room in less than a second, but he is. "I know. Space boy marries space girl before the world ends, kisses and hugs, do I have to be there?" Five grumbles, standing up from the edge of his bed and making his way to Diego, too lazy to use his powers.

"Yes, you have to be there. You're Luther's sibling too you know?" Diego, who's been trying to work on his parental instincts, can't help but see Five as a kid who just can't be understood by certain people, and with this knowledge in his mind, he also can't help but wrap an arm around Five's shoulder and give off a smile. "I'll be there too."

Well, this certainly wasn't what Five thought would happen a few hours before his brother's wedding. He was baking..a cake, a wedding cake, with Diego, his other brother. Five eyed Diego from his peripheral vision, watching him mix the cake batter incorrectly. "Give it here," he sneers, blinking next to Diego and grabbing the mixer, doing it the right way and watching his brother stare at him in what he thought was either awe, annoyance, disgust, or all three. "What?" Five stepped aside, cracking an egg into the batter and then mixing again. "Nothing, I just didn't think of you as the type of guy that cooks."

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"I don't." Five stares down at his hand holding the mixer, blinking at the weird thought that maybe he could be the type of guy who cooks. After all this, when the world eventually ends and he finds himself up in his version of heaven (which he would prefer if his siblings were nearby, but he'd never tell them that), he'd open a restaurant and cook all the stuff he wishes he could've when he was stuck in the apocalypse. Or, maybe, he just dies - either way now that he was doing it, it felt pretty good, thinking about how people would eat his cooking. "Diego, help me with this."

--There it is, that dreaded moment. After Luther's wedding, after they found the other side of the hotel, after they reset the universe, after everyone else left. The sinking feeling that his siblings would never get to taste his cooking again, dare he ever try to cook after that shit show, it felt worse than standing here alone, by himself, in a park on the bench hoping nobody walks by him and asks if he knows where his parents are. Truthfully, he doesn't even know what happened to his parents, neither Reginald or his biological mother.

[SOMEWHERE IN THE GODDAMN PRESENT]

He gave up on cooking, he realized it sooner or later. After opening a restaurant that was - by the way - extremely successful, he found himself trying to contact his siblings in his free time, once or twice a week, calling them then hanging up a few minutes later to make it seem like he never missed them, and the reason he was calling was only to check up on whether or not they're starting another apocalypse or something. Klaus and Diego got more calls than he'd like to admit, Diego had a family, Klaus was finally off drugs because he lost his powers, and Allison was taking care of him while Klaus was taking care of Claire; who Allison finally got back in this timeline. But that wasn't when he gave up on cooking, it was when he realized this timeline was still doomed to fail either way.

He remembered it as clearly as he remembers that stupid commission handbook, the subway, the diary, the amount of times he felt his chest tightening at the mere mention of another apocalypse, even worse, at the mention of his siblings dying, or his siblings having to die for the sake of the world. That wasn't what he wanted, it was far from what he thought the ending would look like. Maybe, for once, he could accept that he was gullible for thinking he'd ever have a happy ending, especially one that had his siblings in it. If not for his siblings abandoning him, it was him abandoning his siblings. Again.

One more thing he would never tell anyone is that he still blames himself for ending up so far into the future. At first, when he ended up in the apocalypse and couldn't teleport back in time, he thought it was his fault. Seeing his siblings bodies laying there dead and hearts investing, he thought when he jumped too far into the future, he lost all the time he could have spent with them before the apocalypse happened. It's why he wanted to stop it so badly in the first place, to be able to spend more time with his family, the only family he had. Now, he was stuck in a stupid subway with his head in his hands, shivering in one of the empty seats, using his shirt to cover him up as much as possible from the harsh temperature of the subway. Ten years. Ten years on the subway, ten years travelling different timelines, surviving, leaving, wishing for a better adventure. It was just like the apocalypse honestly, if it happened in a train that smelled weirdly like a mixed cleaning agent and a car freshener.

It was on one of those off days when he found the abandoned restaurant, well, it was abandoned when he first saw it, but it felt like the universe was actively laughing in his face when the subway chose to bring him here, though it was the only place he could stay and feel even a little bit closer to home. He stepped inside the dusty establishment, coughing as he did so, the lights were on and flickering, but he was only here to try and loot the place for food. He walked around the place, old shoes sounding against the tiled floor, senses heightened and a butter knife he found clutched tightly in his right hand.

When he opened the kitchen door, he almost lunged in surprise, well, that is if he could lunge at all, or if he could feel surprised at all. It was..another version of him, cooking a meal of some sort, like something you'd find in a shitty three star fast food restaurant, and the grease was just everywhere on that thing. "Do you mind?" The other Five cleared his throat and raised his eyebrow, staring at the Five who was holding a butter knife in his hand.

"You hungry? I could cook you something too." Waiter Five smiled, well, it wasn't really a smile, more like a small smirk pointed towards the other Five who was just standing there like a bear poked. "I'll make my own food," Five answered, clearing his throat, but his hand never let go of the butter knife at his disposal.

"Got any brisket?"

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