Taking matters into their own hands
Five Hargreeves x fem!Reader, set in season four, a continuation of my other post - you guys seemed to like it so...
warnings: angsty-ish, creepy men, sexual tension, making out, swearing, romantic tension
THIS WILL BE A SERIES AND I WILL BE MAKING A PLAYLIST IF I REMEMBER
Basically, Five's family finds out about you, and decide to fix his (almost) relationship for him.
Five knew he was fucked.
He was just enjoying a solitary coffee after you left, when his doorbell rang.
“Fivey! Hello? You in there?”
To hear Klaus's voice through the door, knowing he hadn’t cleared up the last night’s drinks, or the bedroom, was one of the worst things he’d experienced this year. And it was April.
He sighed, placed the cup down on the counter, and strolled over, opening the door.
Klaus lit up the sight of Five’s messy and disgruntled face, clasping his hands together before gathering him up in a tight hug.
“Five! Good to see you!”
He pulled away, hands on Five’s shoulders, still smiling brightly.
Five couldn’t look more disgusted.
“What do you want, Klaus? I’m busy.”
“Just wanted to see if you were free tonight.”
Five frowned at that. What could it be? Another family gathering where everyone would either mock his single-ness, or offer shitty advice. Or another blind date. He did love his family, really.
But by god, those blind dates were a disaster.
He visibly shuddered, then sighed. “Why?”
“Well, i have this lovely girl for you t-”
Five immediately went to shut the door, while Klaus stuck his hand in the door, only for it to get slammed. Klaus swore, while Five winced.
“Fuck, sorry, i just- not again. Not after last time.”
Klaus waved a hand, grinning. “Awh, come on, Fivey, she’s really nice, I swear! And could I have some ice for my hand?”
Klaus saw Five visibly stiffen, and then step in the sightline of the coffee table in front of his couch. Klaus smiled slyly, then looked over Five’s shoulder, before pushing into the apartment.
On the table was a half drunk bottle of red wine, about four glasses of various alcohols, with two of them having lipstick smudges around the rim. Also on the table were your sunglasses, which Five needed to return. He’ll do it at lunch, probably take you to that sushi place you lied, and just hope that you wouldn’t think it was a date-
“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” Klaus blurted out, dragging the small dopey smile off Five’s face and him out of his thoughts. “Oh my god, you have a girlfriend! I’m telling Dave, I’m telling Lila, I’m telling Sloane-”
Five practically launched himself over, grabbed Klaus’s arm in a vice-like grip, and hissed, “You will not tell anyone about her.” He then seemed to remember himself, letting go of Klaus’s arm. “Sorry, i just- she’s not my girlfriend.”
“That reaction says otherwise. Besides, is that any way to treat your darling brother, Fivey?”
He rolled his eyes, grumbling, starting to clear up the table, collecting the glasses and the bottle of wine. He debated to himself for a couple minutes. If he did meet this other girl, he would get some respite from the constant thoughts of you that plagued his mind. And give you a chance to find someone better.
“Tell me about the girl.”
“No, you tell me about this girl.” Klaus snatched one of the glasses from Five’s arms and inspected it.
“She uses a good quality lipstick, I can tell that much.”
Five snatched the glass back, his ears going pink. “That’s none of your business. She’s… just a friend.”
“Sure, Dave is also just a friend.”
Five gave Klaus an unimpressed look, dumping the glasses in the sink.
“That’s different, he’s your husband.”
Klaus immediately fired back with; “And this is your girlfriend. You can’t cheat on her.”
“She’s not my girlfriend. We’re just sleeping together.”
“Oh. She’s your lover.” Klaus nodded thoughtfully, to which Five gave him a glare from the sink.
“Don’t put it like that. It’s just sex, really. Anyway, what’s going on tonight?”
“Oh! Yes, uh, me and Dave have set you up on a blind date.”
Klaus could see Five grip the countertop, and let out a tense breath. “What’s she like?”
“Uh, an actress. She’s doing some show or something.”
Y/N’s doing a show. Five thought absentmindedly, cleaning the glass with a cloth. He nodded, humming.
Klaus continued, waving a hand around. “Uh, yeah, she’s very hot, quite nice, and pretty good at golf.”
“Golf? How the fuck does that matter?”
“You’re going mini-golfing!”
- -
Dave had dropped off Five at six o’clock, giving him a small smile and a couple words of support while Klaus grinned and gave Five a thumbs up.
He sighed, then headed inside. The mini-golf place was some indoor area with a couple courses, a bar and restaurant at the front, with a sign overhead that read:
“Couples Night! Half off for dates!”
Five sighed, before heading inside the bar. He sat on a stool, then ordered a bourbon.
He wanted to not feel guilty. He did like you, he knew that now. But, he needed to move on, to give you space to find someone else. Someone better. Plus you’re coworkers, for christ’s sake! If anyone found out, that’s your career gone, his jeopardized, and then you hate him forever! He can’t let that happen!
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down, when he heard a high pitched, bitchy voice call out to him.
“Oh my god! You must be Five! I’ve heard so much about you!”
Five looked over. Striding over was a brunette with pink heels, a short denim skirt and a cropped jumper. She was model level pretty, wearing a flirty smile as she sat on the stool next to Five’s.
- -
Across the bar, you were sat entertaining your date, a guy called Mark from finance. So far, you found out that his favourite topic was himself, and the fact he once was the quarterback for his high school football team. He had dark brown curly hair, a somewhat charming smile, but a sleazy attitude to go with it.
You had dressed up for once. A cute pair of jeans, a button up top, and chunky heeled boots. You’d spent, what? Ten minutes doing your eyeliner and almost screaming in frustration over it. But, hey-ho, you're here now.
While he was talking about how he once scored a touchdown that apparently won his team the tournament, you wondered what Five was doing right now. And whether or not he’d be free once you left.
You glanced around, only to see Becky, your not so friend from your show, sat with some guy in a sweatshirt and jeans. Since you were playing Lady Macbeth in the production, and she was just Lady Macduff she had decided to hold a grudge against you. And also probably because the actor playing Macbeth was hot, and you got to kiss him on stage and such, but still, it annoyed you. You didn’t have control over this, and you’d said multiple times, she could just ask him out if it bothered her so much.
And, of course, next to her was Five. What the fuck was he doing here? You gave a confused look, then got pulled out of your thoughts by Mark.
“You know, sweetheart, what’s going on with you and Hargreeves?”
“Hmm?” You looked back over at him, blinking. “What about him?”
“You two spend a lot of time together. I mean, you can’t just be friends, right?”
“Well, we aren’t dating.”
“Are you sure about that? You're awfully close.”
“I’m very sure, thank you.”
“Yeah, okay, sweetheart.”
“Right, I’m gonna go get a drink, then we’ll go, okay?”
“Sure, which course do you- speak of the devil.”
You frowned in confusion when Mark cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled across the bar, “Hey Hargreeves! How about you come and join me and Y/N?” You stared at him in horror, while Five stiffened and turned his head slowly.
To say you were both embarrassed was an understatement. Becky lit up and grabbed Five’s arm, and dragged him over, greeting Mark with a smile, and you with a glance and a muttered, “Oh, it’s you.”
Five gave a strained smile, while you had the most confused look on your face, because you thought he was a loner.
Mark stood up and clapped him on the shoulder, grinning widely. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Or are you just mad I’ve snatched up your girl?”
You went to protest, but Five just gave a fake smile and said, “Of course not, she’s not even mine anyway.”
Mark nodded triumphantly, like he’d won this or something. “Alright then, shall we get started? You can choose the course.”
“Very well, we can do the dino course.”
Mark grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the bar, while Five walked alongside you.
- -
Mark insisted on paying.
Which was good for you, and Becky wanted to see what the golf clubs were like, so you and Five were stuck waiting around behind them both.
“So how’d you know Becky?” You asked while looking up at the price board rocking back and forth on your heels.
“Who?”
You gave him a look. “Your date?”
Five nodded in realization. “Oh. Yeah. She's a blind date set up by my brother.”
“I didn’t know you did stuff like that.” You sounded slightly surprised. And possibly… jealous? No, he’s probably just imagining things.
“Well, it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything. Anyway, Mark, really?”
Now, he was definitely jealous.
“I was bored, and he said he’d pay, so I was testing that theory.”
“Hmm. Alright. And what about us? What would you do if it went well?”
“Politely inform you that it’s over, and ask that we remain friends, since you are good company.”
“Okay, angel, no need to treat it like an assignment.” He chuckled and shook his head slightly. “Jesus, you are a saint, aren’t you?”
“Mhm. and what about you? What would you have done?”
“Probably the same.”
“Yeah. Lucky coincidence, huh?”
He smiled slightly at that, dimples denting his cheeks. “Yeah. Lucky.”
You smiled back.
- -
“How are you so bad at this?”
You looked up to glare at Five from where you were hunched over, trying to putt the golf ball into the hole. In your defence, this hole was really hard. There was a loop-de-loop leading to a tube that would hopefully lead to the hole, but you were struggling to just get it through the loop.
Becky had ‘gone to the bathroom’, with Mark ‘checking in on her’, not even five minutes later, leaving you and Five alone.
“I’ve been watching you do this for the past six minutes. Seriously, my six year old niece does better.” He quipped, leaning on his golf club.
You straightened, scoffing. “Oh, like you can do any better.”
He walked over, nudged you over with his hip, before putting his golf ball perfectly into the hole. You just blinked in shock while grinned.
“Want me to show you?”
“I-” You sighed, admitting defeat. “Fine, yeah.”
“Right, angel, so you want to…”
Five came up behind you and clasped his hands over yours, murmuring instructions in your ear while he mimed putting.
Of course, you went bright red, trying to focus on the task at hand and not the feel of Five’s body against yours. You totally failed.
Once you finally managed to get the ball in the hole, he murmured a, “Well done, angel,” before patting your hip and pulling away.
You cleared your throat, crouching down to pick up your ball before quickly striding over to the next hole.
“Do you want to come over to mine after this?”
Five paused from where he was crouched down, tying his shoelace.
“Sex? Really? We have a meeting at nine tomorrow morning.”
“And when has that stopped you?” You shot back, hands on your hips.
Five scoffed. “AH, yes, but if you remember, Miss L/N, this meeting will determine whether or not our case goes forward.”
“Well, I’ll always have you, won’t I?”
He goes quiet for a moment, the smile slipping for a moment, before it gets plastered back on.
“Yeah. You will.”
“Awh, Hargreeves, me and you together forever. Platonic soulmates.”
He smiled slightly at that. At least you thought he was your soulmate.
“Yeah, soulmates.”
You grinned, going to putt again, knocking the ball and getting a hole in one. You punched the air, letting out a “YES!” with the cutest smile on your face.
You were definitely his soulmate.
- -
The drive back was quiet, but not the uncomfortable kind. It was warm, slightly charged, and filled with the kind of late-night love songs that played on the radio of Five’s car. He loved his car, it was one of the first things he bought after you mentioned off-handedly that your friend was selling his. You would often joke that he liked it more than you. To be fair, it was his dream car, his corvette.
He kept his hand on your thigh as he drove, focusing mainly on the road. Every so often, he’d give an almost affectionate squeeze, glancing over at you to check your expression. You caught him looking over, and he quickly looked away, focusing on the car in front, which led him to gesture in frustration at it. You smiled to yourself, thinking, ‘what a dork.’
He pulled up outside your apartment complex, turning off the engine. He looks at you, dead in the eyes, with a strangely intense stare, which is honestly normal for him. You blinked at him, grabbing your purse from the footwell, and sitting up slightly.
“You sure it's okay? I don’t want to make you late or anything. For the meeting. Tomorrow.”
“It’ll be fine, I can survive.”
He rolled his eyes, getting out of the car, while you followed suit. You walked into the elevator, rocking back and forth on your heels while you waited.
It wasn’t awkward… so to speak. More like the calm before a storm.
However, the moment you unlocked your front door and stepped inside he pressed you up against the wall and kissed you. His hands slid down to your waist, while yours went around his neck, and into his hair.
He pulled away, breathing heavily, pressing kisses down the side of your neck. He sucked a mark into your neck, making you gasp . He grinned up at you, kissing you again. The kisses became more desperate, as he fiddled with the buttons on your shirt while you tried to tug off his jacket. He pulled back, lips swollen and hair messy.
He leaned in close, and murmured in your ear, “Do you want to take this to the bedroom, angel?” In that stupid tone of voice that made you weak.
You shook your head, pulling back slightly to look at him in the eyes.
“I want to ask you something.”
You could feel yor heartbeat. Not just from making out with Five, but from what you wanted to ask him. Truth be told, you liked him. He was sweet, funny, and yes a complete opposite to you, but you adored the way he would compliment you and the way he’d treat you so nice. When you first slept together, about a year ago, you were fully expecting him to leave and never talk to you again when he’d left the room. Only for you to be pleasantly surprised when he came back with water and a damp cloth to clean you up with. It was the sort of tenderness that had captured your heart from day one.
Plus he was handsome. The kind of brooding, dark handsome you’d find on the cover of those shitty YA novels, spliced with actual life and sarcasm unlike those Ken dolls.
Even still, with all those terrible dates you’d go on, you still wanted Five. and you wanted him more than just a fuck-buddy. You wanted him to yourself, to love, hold and cherish. He was the kind of guy you wanted your parents to meet, to get married and settle down with.
You sounded crazy! Situationships should not go on this long.
You took a deep breath, heart pounding in your ears. “Will you be my boyfriend? Like, properly?”
Five took a small step backwards, looking almost… panicked?
“You what?”
“I want to date you. Properly, and we’ve been dancing around each other and doing those stupid ‘not dates’ and everything, and I really like you, love you, even, and I just- I want, like, a proper relationship-” You cut off yourself when you realised he wasn’t saying anything. You swallowed as he opened his mouth.
“I- i can’t. I’m sorry. You’re amazing, really, i swear! But i just- i can’t. Sorry.”
He mumbled, picking his jacket off the door and turning to leave. You heart shattered in your chest, stomach dropping to the floor. You grabbed his wrist, and he just pulled back and shook his head. He kissed your forehead, murmuring a small, “I’m sorry, angel. I’m so sorry,”
He quickly left, closing the door behind him.
You stared at the door for a couple moments. You felt hotness pricking behind your eyes, as you sunk to the floor. You hugged your knees to your chest, and began to sob.
What? What did you do wrong? Does he hate you?
You sobbed in the hallway of your apartment, burying your face in your knees.
You definitely weren’t going to be working with him anymore…
