Five Hargreeves × Reader Imagines

Toxic ◇

She/her

Warning: abuse and cruel language

A/n: this is just a story, remember if anyone is talking to you like this or treats you like this, it is NOT ok and you need to find somewhere safe. Also keep your head up and stay strong. Stay safe, love. ♥️

Y/n's POV:

It was around 2 in the morning when I woke up the usual sounds, screaming, yelling, and breaking glass. I sighed and rolled back over, trying to get some sleep.

It was a few moments before I heard loud footsteps coming towards my room.

This was what always happened when Five got drunk. He'd call Delores, she would curse at him and tell him to fuck off, he would get mad, she would come over because he would eventually convince her to, they would get into a fight, he would kick her out, she would message me to try and get me out of there,

(A/n: Delores and Y/n are sisters and she cares about her)

she'd leave, I'd hide in Five and I's room, he would come into our room and do whatever he wanted to me. Mostly he'd start taking his anger out on me. I have always been told two things throughout my relationship with Five.

1- You're lying. He wouldnt do that. He doesn't even drink.

2- You need to get out of there! Find somewhere safe...

But it was always the second option I prefer, even though no one ever came to my rescue.

It didn't matter though because I didn't completely want leave him. I loved him. I couldn't leave.

As soon as I heard the footsteps I got up and quickly but quietly ran to the closet and fit myself inside. I threw some coats on me in Hope's to cover myself so he wouldn't find me.

I heard him open the door slowly.

"Y/n... are you ok?" He said. For a second I thought it was someone else because he was acting so sweet. But I knew his game.

He was going to act all nice then when I cave in he takes advantage.

I decided to switch it up a little bit. I stay crunched in a ball in the closet while I heard him shuffle around.

"Y/n? Y/n where are you?!" He said, sounding slightly frustrated.

I kept my position when I heard the closet door open. I couldn't see anything other than the light from under all the coats.

I closed my eyes as I felt his hands grabbing the jackets off me.

"Did you try hiding from daddy?" He said, crunching down to me and putting his hands on my arms tightly.

I knew there was going to be a bruise later but I was used to it.

"You're not my daddy." I say, standup for myself.

His face dropped and he become mad.

He seemed less drunk than I thought.

"Don't talk to me like that, ever." He says in my face. I back up a little bit, hitting my head on the wall.

"Let me go..." I begged.

His scoffed and grabbed my wrists before dragging me up and out of the closet.

He threw me in the corner and trapped me. He started to yell at he always had.

"You are such a useless bitch!" He shouted.

Oh no... here comes the yelling...

He started screaming at me while putting his hands on his head and pacing.

"You don't ever listen to me!" He yells.

He scared me. I loved him but his drinking was out of hand. I couldn't handle it sometimes. And I knew Delores didn't either.

"You're so... annoying!" He says, looking me in the eyes.

I covered my ears and closed my eyes.

"Look at me while I'm speaking to you!" He said, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hands off my face.

I was holding back tears as he started to yell in my face. I wasn't listening to the words that were being said. All I knew was that they were being spoken and used in a cruel way.

I tried to cover my face as he yelled at me but he held my wrists to tight for me to do anything.

I wanted so badly for him to just stop and start apologizing so that I can forgive him and we can go to bed and move past this but he was to busy yelling.

After a moment or so be let go of my wrists and I immediately covered my ears and closed my eyes so that I couldn't hear it see what was going on.

"P-please st-stop... yelling at me..." I said, through tears, my voice cracking with every word.

He must not have heard me because he kept yelling at me.

I decided to speak up.

"Five stop please! I wanna kill myself!" I screamed, pain in my voice. I started to cry a lot harder than I was before, leaving tear marks on my face, down my cheek. I had hoped that by telling that truth he'd feel bad and make things better.

The yelling stopped. I could still hear Five breathing but my eyes were closed so I couldn't see his face.

After a moment of silence I open my eyes to see that I was alone. I got up and walked out of the room. I see Five sitting on the couch right his hands on his face, crying?

I walked little closer and saw that I he was crying, just a little.

I sit down next to him.

"Five... I'm sorry..." I said, I felt bad for saying that.

"I wish i could take it back..." I say.

"Why... would you say that... to me?" He said, slight anger in his voice.

"I- I don't know... I just wanted you to stop yelling at me!" I say, with slight tone in my voice.

"Whatever." He said and got up. He walked into our room and I followed.

"Five..." I said, feeling slight confidence. "We need to break up." I said.

"What?" He hissed.

"You heard me. We're over." I said, feeling confident.

He rolled his eyes.

"Over my ass." He said under his breath.

He walked up to me and grabbed my chin aggressively.

"Listen to me right now. If you walk put that door, I'll kill you." He said. I lost all confidence and slowly backed away from him.

"Choose wisely, princess." He said.

I looked at the door, then back at him.

"You won't kill me." I say.

"Why not?" He chuckled.

"Because I'm pregnant with your baby." I say proudly.

His eyes widened and I went to grab my bag before walking pit the bedroom door. I headed for the front door, not daring to check to see if he was watching or not, and left.

I didn't know where I was going, but it was going to be anywhere but here, with him.