TW: Blood and self-harm
|I laugh through all my tears|
|Five|
It was 6:00 in the morning and Five was already up. He didn't want to be, but at this point, he had no choice. He blinked into the kitchen but felt something heavy around his body. Y/n was still cuddling him like she was a child. He couldn't help looking at her. God fucking dammit, she was adorable. He went to lay her back down on her bed. He unhinged her arms and legs from his torso and walked back into the kitchen. Five grabbed a coffee pot and started looking for espresso beans. He dropped the bag and it made a considerable noise.
"Ah shit," He mumbled to himself. He heard footsteps and he was internally screaming. Did I wake her up?
"Five?" She called, her voice raspy.
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you leave me?" She asked.
"I couldn't sleep, want some coffee?" He said, holding a yellow mug.
"No thanks," She mumbled. She started walking over to Five, resting her head on his shoulder. "Don't leave me," She said. His eyes widened.
"Why would I ever leave you?" He asked, puzzled.
"I don't know, shitbag," She muttered.
"You should go back to sleep, you sound so tired," Five said
"No," She mumbled.
"Why not?"
"Coccole," She whispered. (Not telling you all this one)
"You're a child," Five said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"It's 6 in the morning, what did you expect?" She asked while yawning.
"Vai a dormire, mio angelo,"Five said. (Go to sleep, my angel) There was no response. She fell asleep on his shoulder. He quickly drank his coffee and teleported Y/n and himself into her room. He laid down on her bed, placing Y/n right next to him. She immediately rolled over to lay on his chest. Five dozed off for another hour of sleep.
|Y/n|
It was 8:30 in the morning when Y/n finally woke up for good. She had her arms tucked around the sleeping Five.
"Five?" She whispered. His eyes fluttered open.
"What?" He asked.
"Can you get out of my room please?" She requested.
"I despise you right now," He said, trying to get out of Y/n's grasp. He was visibly tired. "You need to let go," He muttered.
"Ugh," She murmured, letting go of Five's torso. Five exited the room, to get another cup of coffee. Y/n got up and put on a new outfit. A turtleneck and a plaid skirt (or pants) with a headband. It was simple, but it did the trick. She went into the living room to find a cup of coffee on the counter. She grabbed the cup and started drinking the shit out of it. Elliot's coffee is the best.
"Hey! That was mine!" Five yelled from across the room.
"Too bad, shitbag," She said, finishing it.
"I wish I were capable of hating you right now," He said.
"Whatever," Y/n mumbled. Elliot walked out of the bathroom wearing a blazer and a button-down shirt.
"Morning kids," Elliot said. Five was investigating the photos of our siblings on the wall.
"Elliot, how long have those pictures been there?" Y/n questioned.
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