The Eighth | Five Hargreeves x reader

One

March 1st, 2019

The alarm on my phone blared next to me on my nightstand. Half asleep I picked it up and shut it off. Why do I have to spend my morning working out? Why can't they do it without me?

I got up sluggishly from my bed and walked to my vanity. As soon as I plopped down, I noticed the bags under my eyes. I look like complete and utter shit. I went to my closet and picked out some comfortable stretchy clothes I can move in and meet the rest downstairs for breakfast.

I decided I was just going to make myself a coffee and have a bagel for breakfast. No one sits down together anymore like we used to, everyone is just scattered around the house at this part of the day. Half of them are still getting up, so I decided to go for a run to get ahead and I can call it quits early.

It's exhausting having your train of thought interrupted every two seconds by people asking for photos or to sign something. I hate being in that godforsaken mansion but it's even worse out here.

As soon as I got home I stole the shower from Alphonso. I could hear him banging on the door complaining about having dibs for today, but I could care less. I connected my speaker to my phone and started playing some stuff to get me motivated for today.

Afterward, I headed up to my bedroom to play something on my electric guitar, ignoring the whining from outside my door. Jayme slammed the door open in the most dramatic way, telling me she wanted to practice with me and how dare I practice without her.

"Bitch please, I haven't seen you anywhere in this house when I came home. Also, not my fault you were possibly asleep. I need to practice"

"No excuse hoe! Our schedule is always the afternoons, why can't you stick to the goddamn schedule"

"I fucking hate the schedule, I am a grown woman and I deserve to do what I please on the weekends"

She rolled her eyes and went downstairs to the instrument room and started blasting music, strumming her bass to the music. She does this to piss off everyone else in the house.

Marcus knocked on the open door and invited himself in.

"Hey, are you going to work out with us? You haven't all week"

"I don't really feel like it right now, I spent an hour and a half sprinting across the block from fans and shit like that"

"(reader), I know somethings going on with you. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Marcus I'm fine-"

"If not me then please talk to someone in our family or that therapist you were having success with. Have you been taking your meds?"

"Marcus I said I'm fine, I just have had serious migraines all week and I just want to take a nap"

"Are you sure there's nothing going on? We all worry about you, you know that? We care a lot about you and we don't know how we would manage without you"

"Marcus cut the bullshit. We are no family, we were sold to some narcissistic old fuck that treats us like weapons instead of people. Please leave me alone I need time to myself."

He hesitated before leaving my room, slowly shutting the door behind him. I just feel like sleeping all the time and don't have the energy to deal with the constant shit in this house.

As I got ready to sleep, I smoked a joint out the window making sure it doesn't reek in here before making the decision to go downstairs, pile a bunch of snacks together and sit in my room and eat until I feel tired enough. I know I get the most peaceful sleep when I smoke so I try to whenever I feel like it. I'm so glad Marcus decided to get that old bag on drugs so he stays dumb. It sucked absolute ass having to drink fuck tons of water to get the weed out of my system before he tested us. We were literal prisoners and fun wasn't allowed.

I sat there on my bed fading in and out of reality, forgetting I'm awake and I'm not in a dream. I thought about my day, and think thoughts about my childhood and how I can't remember most of it. My colleagues told me what happened to me and who I was before. Sloane was the only one to stay by my side for most of the relaying of events. She looked so distraught and refused to leave me.

Even though I feel so disconnected from the others and even though they might consider us family, the only person I ever thought of as family was her. Ben is my best friend too even though he can be a total douchebag.

(flashback btw)

I woke up with the worst migraine ever and I was only aware of being awake. I couldn't move at all not even my eyelids. I could only hear people shouting at each other until finally, I was able to twitch my pinkie.

I was getting so fed up with listening to people blaming each other for something.

"Can you all please shut the fuck up? My fucking head hurts so bad", I screamed at them.

Then I had the sudden realization that they were a bunch of kids about my age. What the fuck are they doing here? I looked at the pile of wood and kindling where I emerged and wondered how the hell I got there. What the fuck am I doing here?

"(reader)!! You're okay!! I thought you were crushed", One of the girls sobbed. She jumped at me and tackled me in a hug. I shoved her off of me because what the hell?

"Back up, who even are you people?"

"Shit", they all looked at each other

(end)

I kept stewing on who I was before that, maybe I was just some loser or maybe I was the best of them all. I still don't know a lot because after that incident that old fuck locked me away to recover for years. Even when I was perfectly fine and could do the same things as I used to, like eat or sleep, he said something was still wrong with me and I needed to be under close observation.

I figured out that I cannot age no matter what I do. He would do these tests on me and make me eat weird shit and things that looked like alien goo. Nothing worked.

He told me that my powers weren't relevant and he needed to work with me on this new ability, the ability to not get hurt or die.

He was so fucking cruel with his tests. I'm so desensitized to any kind of weapon and death itself because he would blast me with everything. But all his tests lead to one, conclusive result.

There never was a single scratch on me.

Honestly, I never got to know what my previous powers were and I really don't feel like going on some spiritual self-discovery. I just live my life and let the rest of the gang do all the hard work for me.

I started to slowly drift off to sleep, Cheeto in my hand and powdered cheese all over my mouth.

A/N: I hope that was a decent first chapter lol, I wanted this one to be about you, the reader, and kind of some backstory. Also yes, reader will get high with Klaus eventually lol because I love him. If you are sensitive to drug use or alcohol use pls don't read. There's a lot in the show as well as violence but just a warning to those out there that might get offended idk.

I hope you have a wonderful day and I will work on the next chapter asap! It will definitely be longer as it follows the plot of the first episode so be prepared to meet five finally. See ya later.