Just shifting some old imagines into a new book cause Physical reached its max chapters lol
Five Hargreeves x Reader
⚠️~ MATURE THEMES ~⚠️
Imagines:
~ 20/08/2020 - ?? ~
❌ Request open? ❌
💫 = Story set in an alternate universe
☂️ = Story connected w...
Five sighed as he walked down the pathway, dodging people along the way as he wasn't in the mood to dispose of a body cleanly. He grumpily walked into a small alleyway, his hands shoved in his pockets as he came across what seemed to be a small library.
"Odd." Five mutters out as he opened the door to welcome a soft cinnamon smell and the cute tingling sound of the doorbell. He was swarmed with a sense of warmth and the familiar smell of books as he closed the door behind him to creep down the shelves of books. "God is this heaven on earth." Five sighs out, a slight smile on his lips as he trailed his eyes down the book spines, trying to find something that might catch his eyes. And there was one.
There was a single bright red book standing between old brown leather books that looked faded whereas the red book looked very new. "What's this doing here?" Five took the book out and saw that there was no title. He flipped to the first page to find it empty but realised it was a journal and not a book. He flipped to the next page again and blinks at the written words within the lines.
'Can't believe I'm doing this again. Why do I even bother seriously? I started this before and just never used that journal after and I'm doing it again? Jeez, am I that bored and eager to spend cash on unused journals? Bruh'
Five snickers as he read of the words, going to go sit down on one of the couches with a pen in his hand. He doesn't understand what got over him but Five started writing the words down underneath the mystery entry.
'I don't know why you started writing but you must be extremely bored to do this again huh? How many journals have you bought and never used?'
Five snickers as he places the pen down, getting up to put the book back where he first found it and leaves the quant little library that had given him a reason to look forward to the next day.
'I've been looking for this journal for days! I can't believe I left it in the library and some stranger just starts writing in it. Thank god I didn't put anything embarrassing in here, well except for my atrocious handwriting. I pray for your eyes. Who are you, by the way, mysterious notebook person?'
Five chuckles as he reads and walks back to his spot on the couch sat next to the open window with the pots of flowers circling around it outside. He takes his pen out from his pocket, clicking on the pen and deciding if he should write or not.
