lost and found // five x reader fan fiction

Chapter 4 (£)

  You wake up, your eyes still blurry. As you regain focus, you see Diego with his head in his hands, Klaus dancing around the room (obviously high) and Grace tending to Five's wounds.

  Five is glaring at you. You cock your head and smile innocently at him. "Five, why are you glaring at me?" His glare intensifies and you lean back into your seat. "Oh, I'm tied up in a chair. How original." You taunt.

  Diego sighed. "Five insisted on it." 

  You fiddle with your fingers. Luther comes up to you. He says, "Look. I don't know what the hell Diego did to you, but was it so serious that you had to stab Five and hold a knife to Diego's throat?"

  You look at Luther, hatred in your eyes. "He fucking killed my brother!" You scream. Tears of hatred, sadness, and bitterness spill out of your eyes. You scanned the room. Luther was stunned. Diego was stunned. Five was stunned. Even Klaus, who was high, was stunned. You were pretty sure all the other people in the house heard too.

  "YoU kiLLeD heR BrOtHeR?" Klaus said woozily while stumbling around the room.

  "It-it was an accident, I didn't know—

  "He was holding a fucking broom, Diego. And you just assumed he was a robber?!"

  He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I really had no idea. When I saw what I had done, I regretted it."

  "Then WHY DID YOU RUN AWAY?"

  He shut up and went out of the room.

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  That night, you lay in Five's bed. You had insisted on it, given what an asshole he was. The walls were covered in calculations, which made you feel like the room was a prison. The prison of a coffee addicted, annoying sixteen-year-old, who was sprawled on the floor.

  "Did you seriously have to kick me off the bed?" He spat at you. The bandages on his thigh were unravelling. You sigh and pull him on a chair. You unroll the bandages so as to be able to tighten them again when you see the wound. "Shit," you say.

  He scoffs. "You were the one who did it," You suddenly feel guilty. But you weren't supposed to feel guilty, right?

  The wound had a bit of bruising around it. It was very bloody. You didn't want to touch it. You sigh and tighten the bandages again, causing him to wince. You notice there is a bulge underneath his pants.

  "Do you have a boner twenty-four-seven?" You ask as you raise your eyebrows.

  "What? You were touching my thigh." He answers. You note that he is blushing profusely and the bulge seems to get bigger.

  He leans forward. "Are you going to finish what you started?"

  It's your turn to blush. You never had sex before.

  You elbow him. "Until you stop being such an asshole." You say as nonchalantly as you can, trying to stop yourself blushing by sucking in your cheeks.

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Author's note:

There will be smut in the next chapter 💦