Backstabber (Five Hargreeves x Reader)

Man on the Moon Pt.4

Song Choice: ABBA - Why Did it Have to be Me

It's been about an hour and a half and (Y/n) has felt most likely over a hundred different hands on her butt. She caught some of them in the act and ended up punching them in the jaw but the majority of the time she was surrounded by lots of people so she couldn't tell who did it exactly. She gets hit on a lot but can handle the problem herself since she's certainly no damsel in distress. I guess Five was kind of her protection from creepy guys at the first place because now without him by her side she got asked constantly to have sex in different ways. Examples are:

"Hey baby, follow me and I'll show you a good time."
"Follow me and I'll lead you to hell."

"You seem a little hot, how about let me take your clothes off so I can make you even hotter."
"That literally made no sense."

"Want to get out of here and do something more fun~?"
"If you're asking me to do anything other than go to the McDonalds play place than no."

"Man my eyes are eating you up. Now can I eat up your pu-"
"That's literally the worst pickup line I've heard all night."

"Wanna help get rid of this stick I have for you?"
"Go over to Shrek and jack each other off instead."

"My dick is a compass and it's pointing to your direction~"
"How can you tell? Your peepee is nothing but the tip."

"Wanna fuck?"
"Wanna kill yourself?"

She's had just about enough of this dumb party so now she's on a nonstop search for Five. And thank god she found him quickly when he was in a corner on the top floor talking to himself. (Y/n) tapped him on the shoulder, "Let's get out of here, Five." "Nooo~" Five whined out like a baby. "Why not?" (Y/n) with clear grumpiness, wanting to do nothing but leave. "I'm sleepy." As soon as he said that he slid down the wall and fell fast asleep in a matter of seconds. (Y/n) gasped and crouched down to his level, shaking his shoulder roughly in attempt to wake him up and leave this place. "Five? Five!"

A figure walked up to the duo and spoke. "Looks like he's out cold." "Yeah, he is." (Y/n) sighed out. "Man, you got him drunk alright." Melanie said with a smirk and a scoff. (Y/n) stood up with determination in her eyes, her vibe completely different than the one she's been expressing. "He's my assignment. I do what I have to do because I never fail a mission." Melanie rested her arm on (Y/n)'s shoulder with her other one resting on her hip. "Well, you know what to do so get it on and over with." "Go on ahead and I'll meet you outside, this shouldn't take long." Melanie shrugged and made a peace sign as she began to walk away, "Peace out, slut."

(Y/n) pulled out a glock gun from under her skirt/shorts and pointed it at the sleeping Five with eyes full of no mercy.

But she hesitated.

Her finger hovered over the trigger but she didn't move it. She took a deep breath and gripped the gun tighter, trying to gather the courage to kill Five. But it felt like Five's sleeping eyes were staring at her soul telling her, 'is this really what you want? You and I both know this isn't the real you'. Her (E/c) eyes burrowed into his face but then she slowly lowered the gun with a hurt expression. She sighed at her failure to kill the infamous hitman and put her gun away but then her phone suddenly rang. She clicked her phone so that the screen emitted light and the first thing that popped up was an incoming call with the caller ID of 'savior'. She answered it immediately. Before she could greet 'savior' the voice beat her to it with a stern tone of voice. "Is it done?"