Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

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DIEGO WAS STUCK in bewilderment when Luther started dancing to Footloose, too. "Get him, Luther!" Klaus even cheered on.

Soon, the rest of the Sparrows joined in. Y/N didn't think twice to show a confused smile. "What are you doing?" Diego asked Luther who still had his hands on his hips and both his feet moving to the beat.

All he said was, "Protecting our honor, bro."

As the rhythm started, his own family, including Five, started moving their own feet to the beat competitively. "Oh, shit!" It got Diego so immersed with it as they were so in sync. "We're really good at this!"

At this point, there was already no competition or beating happening. It was just them dancing in the living room, having the time of their lives. It was almost as if they were doing a dance number for a musical.

Before he knew it, the whole thing turned into a whole dance party with Christopher twirling the disco ball. Metallic confetti going frenzy from who knows where. Hell, even Grace and Reginald were a part of it.

Unfortunately, it was only happening in Diego's head.

The Kraken snapped out of his hallucination with beads of sweat running down his forehead and temples. "You've got 30 seconds to get out of our house." Everything went back to the sadder reality.

"And if we don't?"

Diego darted his eyes at Jayme, who mockingly widened her eyes like his flabbergasted self did.

Y/N being one who has the ability to know and what's on anybody's minds and communicate with her with telepathy, she firmly rubbed Diego's shoulder and pursed her lips. “I wish it was that easy, bro.” He heard her comment in his head. She felt just as embarrassed as he was.

"Then we'll have to settle this in the old-fashioned way." Marcus replied to Allison.

Once more, Vanya tried to smooth things over between both of the Academies. "Look, we just fought a literal army. Okay?" She persisted, "This doesn't need to get ugly. Let's all just calm down, and let's talk."

"Psst. Ben-er-ino!" With that, Klaus did talk. "You look so much better alive than you do dead. Am I right?" He remarked, ignoring the part where Y/N was telepathically warning him that this was a different version of Ben.

All of them looked at him strangely as he blathered on, "Except that haircut." He pointed out, walking up to the disturbed and unwelcoming Ben.

"What the hell did you just say?" Once again, Ben was pissed.

Klaus thought he could just wave off the feist Ben was giving to him. "Come on, come on. Stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants." He tittered as he got a better look at his features, noticing a mark on his face. "Oh, wow, nice scar. Muy macho."

He was worse than the pubescent looking girl, Ben thought. "Shut your mouth!" He bellowed in a threatening way.

“Klaus, let's not--”

"You shut your mouth and just hug you brother--" Y/N was still trying to stop Klaus from insisting when he opened his arms out for a welcoming hug. But it didn't take long for Klaus to earn a punch in the face that sent him flying back to the table behind the Umbrellas.