my spark. - five hargreeves x fem! reader

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1982.

five and y/n arrived at the location and time period of the board meeting, making their way into the building with interlocked hands. he let go of her to open and hold the door, she thanked him as they entered.

y/n looked around as five walked up to a lady, "excuse me."

the woman stood up and looked at the two's matching uniforms, "uff da. you snuck up on me there. if you're looking for the cookies, we don't put 'em out till 3:30."

"i can hardly wait." five said, the girl next to him snickered a bit before he spoke up again, "uh, do you happen to know where the midwest soybean society is meeting?"

"sure do. muskellunge banquet room. you two looking for your mom? she in for the convention?" she asked, y/n nodded unsurely as five spotted a vending machine.

"hey, could i get some change?" he handed her some money, which y/n wondered where he got it from.

"oh, sure, i'll just look in my purse." the woman began to sift through one of her pockets, "only a nickel and a couple of dimes. oh! you...are...in...luck, mister." she said as she handed the boy his coins.

five chuckled softly, "you know, some say the best luck is to die at the right time."

the woman stared at him in confusion to which the girl just smiled at her and grabbed five's arm, "thank you so much, miss." she dragged the boy over to the machine.

she let go of him when they arrived, "i have money that i could've given you."

"too late now." he replied, earning an eyeroll.

he inserted the coins into the machine as the girl leaned against the corner of it, arms crossed as she watched people walk by.

he pushed in the numbers for a fudge nutter, the machine stopped pushing the snack right before it could fall. he clicked the numbers again, but nothing happened.

y/n got off the machine and stood up straight behind him, watching him struggle.

"do you-"
"shush."
"rude." the girl scoffed.

the boy scoffed and banged the machine, "come on!"

he grabbed the sides and started hitting it and shaking it, "stupid mother fudge nutter!" he exclaimed as he threw himself at the machine.

"five, stop." y/n said, worried about the scene he's causing.

five screamed then hit it again, "fuckin' fudge nutter!"

"oh- my god." the girl looked away as the boy grunted.

five kicked the glass in frustration, making y/n look back at the scene in shock.

"five!" she whisper-yelled as he rubbed the back of his neck.

he walked away, swiping his finger on the side of a cake, sucking the frosting off. the girl grabbed a small corner of the cake and ate it, licking off the leftover frosting on her fingers.

five saw an axe on the wall and grabbed it, sighing and licking his finger to clean it a bit more.

y/n found some plates by the cake, grabbing and breaking one of them into a sharp makeshift knife. she walked up to the boy and whined, "not fair. you get a cool actual weapon."

five smirked at her, "jealous?"

y/n narrowed her eyes, "i hate you."

five kissed the top of her head, "i love you too."