Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

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Damn, I update moderately quick these days. I must be feeling it lmao. But the next one will probably get published a liiiittle later, because I am juggling school and the imagines book and this fanfic altogether, so.. yeah!

Enjoy reading!🖤

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LILA CONTINUED WHEEZING as Five pressed his foot onto her throat even more. Y/N just stood there and let it happen. "The both of you got a good nose." The Handler commented to the two of them.

"Oh, please. Her head's filled with nothing but your moronic plans." The girl spat as she rolled her eyes at the woman, who ignored how Y/N described her scheme.

"You know planting her in a psych ward, taking advantage of my simpleton brother, that was smart." Five followed with sarcasm adding a hushed tone in the end.

"Well, apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Five was left aghast at the sudden statement. "She's your--"

"Daughter." Handler finished, "Yes. And she's my only one, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't crush her windpipe."

If it was up to me, I wouldn't have listened. The girl thought to herself as Five reluctantly took off his foot from Lila's throat. Compared to the boy, Y/N wasn't surprised. After all, Lila's thoughts had been buzzing around her like a fly. It wasn't that hard to figure out.

As Lila stood up, she held her sprained wrist and shot a glare at Five. "I am so going to enjoy killing you someday." She threatened. While doing so, the girl decided to have a little fun. So she untied Lila's shoelaces with her telekinesis and joined them together while she never stopped glaring
at Five.

Her stare was interrupted by her mother's voice, "Lila, darling, would you give us a minute, please?" The Handler requested.

"Yes, the grown-ups need to talk." Five followed as he put up a mischievous grin. And so, Lila gave them a scowl before she unwillingly stomped over across the room. But then she suddenly fell to the ground, front first, with a grunt, making Y/N snicker. When she heard her, she also shot her a look before untying her shoes and continued walking, clattering a metal item over who knows where.

The Handler looked over to Y/N, "You, too." She said.

Since Y/N still has enough tolerance towards her, she turned tail and walked out whilst giving her an eye roll. "No, she stays." Until Five suddenly protested that she wasn't going anywhere.

Making Handler let out a deep sigh, she gave in, "Fine."

"What do you want?" Y/N bluntly interrogated, rubbing her right eye out of annoyance as she strutted back to them. She stood between them with a cold stare.

"You like jazz, Five? Y/N?" Handler asked out of the blue.

Five didn't know what she was up to. But he knew it was something that he would be dreading to do, "I'd rather lick a cheese grater."

The Handler grinned in awe as if it was a compliment. Y/N could swear her eyeballs will be backwards from rolling them. She wanted to stop, but everyone around her made it hard to do so. "Jazz is like a beautiful woman." The Handler explained as she started walking around the room, "Complex, emotional, hard to please. She doesn't just give it to you.. she makes you work for it."

"Oh, just cut to chase, will you?" The girl snarled, growing more and more impatient as the woman came back to her spot.

The Handler mischievously smiled after facing them, "Under my leadership, the Commission would sound more like... jazz." She whispered the last part. The girl looked at her weirdly while she started mimicking a soft jazz rhythm. Y/N didn't like where it was going.