being bilingual is like having two different modes on a game.
I stumbled to my room, seeing as I was tipsy and on the verge of being completely drunk. A bad day had prompted me to 'unwind'.
I opened my door to reveal Five laying on my bed, with my woven blanket.
"Five?" I slurred. Five looked like he was going to kill me in the morning but did I give a shit? Absolutely. Not.
"Y/N? Are you drunk?"
"No... A little bit."
At this point I had crawled next to Five. He started to wrap his arms around me.
"You're crazy you know that?"
"Pero todavía me quieres, ¿no?" I giggled. The perks of being bilingual.
(But you still love me, no?")
"What."
"You heard me." I started to drift to sleep.
I woke up with a pounding headache and I felt like shit. I sat up and noticed a lack of Five in my room.
"Five?" My voice sounded like sandpaper was rubbing against my throat.
"Yeah?" Five came out of my bathroom with a glass of water and what I assumed was an advil.
"Thanks." I took the water and swallowed the advil with.
"So you said some interesting things last night." Five chuckled.
"Like what?"
"Oh y'know, just speaking Spanish. The usual."
"Ah. Forgot that I could do that."
Five looked at me with this 'are you kidding me' look.
"What? It happens..." I pouted and drank my water.
"Uh huh. Sure."
"I'm serious!"
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What A Wonderful World 🌌 (Five Hargreeves Imagines)
Fanfiction*NOT EDITED* A set of imagines that pop into my mind in the middle of the day. Or night. I am in no way sexualizing Aidan Gallagher. He is 17 and that is in no way my intention in this book. This is coming from a teen myself. So I apologize if it se...
