Tw: underage drinking, mention of smoking, language
"You do whatever it takes to survive, or... you die."
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Five Hargreeves ↓
We went to Vanya's, and I was honestly getting a bit worried about Y/ns hand. It was bleeding a lot and it wouldn't stop. I hated her but...
I don't know.
"Go to the bathroom, see if you can find a first aid kit." I said, sitting down in an arm chair.
She did as I said without a complaint, surprisingly. She came back with a first aid kit and kneeled in front of the chair I was sitting in.
"Roll up your sleeve." She said.
"What?" I asked.
"Its not code, Five." She said flatly. "Roll up your sleeve."
I did with a sigh. "You should take care of your hand first."
"Its just a cut." She dismissed it.
Just a cut? Yeah, one that probably needed stitches. She did that all the time as kids. She'd just downplay any and every injury. She could have a slit throat and say "its just a scratch."
I took the first aid kit from her and grabbed her wrist, taking out the stitches.
"I can do it-" she started.
"Shut the fuck up." I said flatly, setting the needle and stitches down as I took out some rubbing alcohol and stuff to clean it.
Time skip
Y/n Hargreeves ↓
Five stitched my hand and I stitched his arm. A little bit later, we heard the jingle of keys and the door opened. Vanya came in and turned on the lights, seeing me sitting on the couch and Five in the armchair.
She let out a gasp and jumped slightly. "Jesus!"
"You should get locks on your windows." I told her.
"I live on the second floor."
"Rapists can climb." Five said casually.
'Okay, that was kinda weird.' I told him telepathically.
'Fuck off.'
"You guys are so weird." Vanya sighed. She looked at my hand then Five. "Is that blood?"
"Its nothing." Me and Five said in unison.
"Why are you here?" Vanya asked as she sat on the couch.
"I've decided you're the only one I can trust." Five said.
'We. It's you and me, asshole.' I said in his head.
'Since when?' He replied.
'Since now.'
"Why me?" Vanya asked.
"Because you're ordinary." Five said, and I slapped his arm.
"Because you'll listen." I corrected him.
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Love With a Deadline
Fanfiction!TRIGGER WARNING¡ Mental health problems (slightly), smut, language, underage drinking and smoking, killing, and trauma. ----- Everyone is addicted to something that takes the pain away. Y/n was my addiction. Like a drug. And goddamn, I didn't wanna...
