If the writing sounds awkward, it's cause I'm writing in small breaks available during my day since I'm busy atm. Like on bus rides or walking home so it might not be as consistent.

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(y/n) - your name

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"(Y/n)!" I slowly looked up to who was calling me, my world muffled and drunkenly spinning from the large amounts of alcohol I had just consumed. I squint through my tears to see Viktor next to me, rubbing my back and I just burst out crying. I was drunk, I felt sick, tired, terrified.

"FIVE!" I hear Luther yell out when he was finally free from Allison's rumour, her running away like a coward. "YOUR GIRLFRIEND NEEDS YOU!" I quieten down when I see a flash of blue, seeing Five run over to me.

"Hey, hey it's ok." He sits down next to me, pulling me into his lap as I shook in his arms.

Why am I crying so much lately?

I'm such weak fuck...

"Her hands..." Viktor gasps and I see Five look down at the darkness that crept over my hands.

"Don't... please..." I hastily wipe my tears away, hiding my hands from their view but Five grabs them. "Five don't-" he holds my hands, entwining them with his before bringing them both up to kiss my knuckles. I tear up again as he looks at me softly, pressing kisses over the back of my hands.

"Nothing would ever make me love you less." He mumbles against my hands, holding them to his chest as he leaned over to wipe my tears away. I jump to hug him, burying my head against his shoulder.

"You're my favourite murderous schoolboy." I hiccup, my words slurring and he chuckles lightly. Five teleports us onto a couch as I held him tightly, his arms wrapped around me. I was getting sleepy from his warmth but I felt like shit from the drinking and the crying and the overall emotional wreck I just had a few minutes ago about my family.

"Viktor it's time. Where's Harlan?" He asks and I close my eyes to focus on his hands rubbing my arms.

"He's gone..."

"You let him go, didn't you?" I look up to see Luther disappointed at Viktor while he tried to explain that Harlan's death would help solve the Kugelblitz problem.

"Agreed!" I hiccup slipping from Fives arms but he quickly pulls me back.

"Shit, how much did you drink?" He whispers.

"I don't know..." I blink, trying to stop the spinning. "I'm hungry..."

"I will find another way!" Viktor pleas but Luther and Five weren't having it. Luther says something about destroying everything again as he walked off and Five was disappointed, Viktor sighing and also walking away.

"You're cute when you're angry..." I poke his dimples and his frown soon turns happy.

"Whoa. How much did she drink?" I see Klaus skip towards us, a vodka bottle and some shot glasses in hand.

"Bebe!" I yell out happily and he squeals.

"Crazy!" He chuckles happily, sitting down next to Five on the couch, pouring him and my boyfriend a shot. I felt sick looking at the alcohol and I turn away to lay on Fives shoulder as the two brothers talked it out about dying and not saving the world cause it was pointless.

"Salut."

"Up your ass." I giggle at Klaus, him smiling at me as he leaned over to boop my nose.

"Maybe that's his way of saying not to become him but..." Five sighs out, taking his shot before brushing my hair away from my face.

"Oh, you're really messed up about this, huh?" Klaus says.

"I've cheated time so much, I guess I just figured I'd somehow cheat death. But it turns out, I die a one-armed nightmare inside a bureaucratic hellscape of my own design all alone."

"Spoiler alert! You have (y/n) now so things have changed! You're not alone anymore!" I feel Five go rigid and I look up at him with his brows furrowed, almost like he was hiding something.

"Not to mention the trashy tattoo." Five suddenly takes out a slab of skin and slaps it onto the coffee table in front of us, making me grimace.

"That's fucking disgusting!" I shudder, trying not to focus on the skin but on the tattoo.

"I'll be demanded if I go out with an old man tramp stamp."

"You just what, cut this out from your old body?" I ask and Five doesn't answer me and I huff.

"If you don't wanna end up like this guy, why don't you just do something completely different?"

"Oh! Become a butcher and a farmer like your mum!" I exclaim and Five raises a brow at me. "I mean you're both scary but she's terrifying. Ya know, if I ever met your mum, I think she might hate me. I don't know. She probably won't think I'm good enough for her son. Oh! You would so be a mamas boy by the way!" I ramble on, Klaus laughing his ass off and slapping his knee. "Like mother like son!"

"Ok, I think you need to drink some water." Five looks at Klaus who was already up and getting me a glass and I take, drinking it as the lanky brother looks at the tattoo on the skin again.

"Just keep your arms and extremities away from sharp objects, and don't join the Mothers of Agony."

"The what now?" I mumble out, getting sleepy.

"The tattoo. It's the symbol of the biker gang, the Mothers of Agony."

"Five in a biker gang. That's fucking hot." I do an ok sign and my boyfriend chuckles softly, patting my head to lay back on his shoulder.

"You know them?" Five asks.

"Like two lifetimes ago, they were... how do I put it? Like farmacistas?"

"A what now?" I yawn out, confused about the last part. "Love... I don't feel so good..." I groan out and Five quickly picks me up bridal style after pocketing the skin, teleporting us away to our bedroom before setting me down on the bed. My head was hurting and everything kept spinning.

"Sweetheart, can you look at me?" My head felt like a bowling ball as he held it in his hands, brushing my cheeks with his thumbs.

I need to get the alcohol out of my system before I pass out...

I groan at the decision I had to make, hating myself even more as I slowly got up despite Fives protests. "(Y/n) don't-" I held his arm as I grabbed a handful of water bottles, heading the bathroom.

"Can you get me cheese pizza." Five was confused but blinks away to do as I asked, coming back with one full box he probably stole from a nearby pizza store. "Thanks..." I grab the box and close the door, eating pizza and drinking water until I puked out my stomach clean.

"(Y/n)?" Five sounded worried outside the door.

"Just give me an hour..." I groan out into the toilet. "If I don't respond after that, you can come in."

"Ok..."

I groan out loudly as I rubbed my head, slowly opening my eyes to see that it was still night time but I was now in bed. "Sweetheart," I look up to see Five frowning softly as he rubbed my back, me laying on top of him. "how are you feeling?"

"Much better actually. I'm just tired. What happened?"

"You came out from the bathroom while brushing your teeth and guzzling mouthwash, saying how much better you were feeling then you just passed out in bed after that."

"Oh thank god." I mumble out, thanking my drunk self for brushing my teeth after all that.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Five furrows his brows as I slowly got up from bed, yawning.

"Yeah. I just feel like I went to bed really late and didn't get enough sleep. I'm fine love." I smile at him and he grins as he stands up.

"Good, as long as you're ok."

"So we're going to the biker gang?" I ask as I grab a new tooth brush to brush my teeth again just in case, changing into my cargo pants, black turtle neck and leather jacket but keeping on my flannel beneath the jacket.

"You remember!?"

"Yeah, I don't get blackout drunk so yes, I remember... unfortunately." I shudder, also remembering all the stupid stuff I said to Five as well.

"Let's get you something to eat first and then we'll go." Five takes my hand and we blink to the cafeteria area, me getting something to drink and eat before we head out in a stolen car Five hot wires. I was leading him to where the biker bar was where all the groups hang out at with the maps on my phone, how he managed to find the address I'd never know.

Probably beat someone up to get that info.

Five leaned over to take my hand in his, setting it on my lap as he drove and I smile while playing with his fingers. I look up to see him glance at me, squeezing my hands. "I'm fine love."

For the most part, I guess...

"I'm just worried."

"About?" Five shakes his head as he looks at me, not wanting to answer me and I decide not to push him. For now... I'll ask him later. "Eyes on the road old man." I lean over and grab his jaw to move his head to focus, him smirking and rolling his eyes playfully when I let him go. He kisses the back of my hand, ignoring the fact that it was completely covered till the wrists as he parked nearby to the bar we finally arrived at.

Here we go...