goldman's detective agency / Five Hargreeves x gn!reader

A Busy Morning

‟ 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙣𝙤 /.../ 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 „
toynbee tiles, the scary jokes.

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When you and Five woke up, it was due to someone knocking at the bedroom door. You had both fallen asleep at some point in the night, allowing the tiredness to overcome you after all of the calculations you had both been running, hypotheticals that needed discussing, and general stressing over the apocalypse. Currently, you both were still exactly as you'd fallen asleep- sitting opposite each other, slumped to one side against your bed. Your hands were touching.

It took Five a few moments of being awake to notice the physical contact (and how close together you both were), at which point he immediately jerked away and got to his feet, clearing his throat awkwardly. You woke up a second later, groaning at the way your body ached from the awkward sleeping position and trying to blink away the tiredness.

The door opened. The room was littered with papers over the floor, on the bed, across every surface imaginable; your calculations and timeline predictions you had fallen asleep before tidying away. The walls of the room were lined with chalk calculations, packed so tightly it was an incredibly difficult task to try and decipher them (unless, of course, you were the unhinged genius Five Hargreeves who had written them in the first place).

"What the hell happened in here?" Luther stared around the room in utter confusion, "This place is a mess." He was standing in the doorway, head ducked so as to not hit it. In front of him stood Pogo.

"Are you both quite alright?" The chimpanzee inquired, a slight frown forming on his face as he looked between the dishevelled teenage-bodied pair.

"Yes." Five said firmly, adjusting his blazer slightly. He turned to look at Luther, "You shouldn't be in here."

You cracked your knuckles and got up from the floor with a sigh, stretching out your aching limbs. Your brain began to fully register everything now and you looked at the visitors in a panic, "Yeah, you shouldn't."

"Did you guys not hear the gunshots last night?" Luther inquired.

You shook your head quickly before Five could respond, "We were out last night."

Luther looked doubtfully at the messy room.

"That's from yesterday."

Luther did not look any less doubtful.

Pogo shook his head, "Are you both quite sure that you are alright?"

Five immediately began picking up the strewn papers that were the closest to Luther and Pogo, "Yes, we're fine." He sighed, "Just busy."

Luther moved into the room, picking up a piece of paper before Five could get to it and began to read from it, "Handler not contacted, deal never-"

Five snatched the paper from his brother's grasp and gave him a small glare, "You can go now."

As if to make things worse, Diego appeared in the doorway behind the other two and caught a glimpse of the messy room, "What, did a bomb go off in here?"

"We're trying to figure out how to get me back to my reality." You lied quickly, before the situation could get any worse. Though, part of you did wish that was what was happening instead. A very large part of you.