definitely maybe i will live to love || Five x Reader/OC ||

can't keep up with my rhythm

The Walker

"Is Vanya picking up the phone?"

"No. I'm not...I'm not sure where she is. She should be done with rehearsal by now, and I don't think she has any lessons today."

"Do you think she's been snatched up by the creep?"

Diego dubbed Vanya's unknown boyfriend as "the creep," and so far, it's stuck.

"Maybe," you answer honestly. "I left a message telling her to come to the house when she's available."

"Unless she's been kidnapped," Luther says.

"She could be strung up right now, being forced to activate her powers." Five seriously considers the notion while you all give him disbelieving looks. As soon as he notices, he defensively says, "What? It's a legitimate possibility! We have to prepare for everything."

"Yeah, but you don't have to be so...weird about it," Luther mutters.

"We could possibly put in a missing person's report," Patch says, "but I doubt the precinct will take 'suspected boyfriend from the future who will activate the apocalypse has taken said woman who will start said apocalypse.' I say we split up and check the routes Vanya may have walked. Eight, you got an idea of what those might be?"

Pogo retrieves a map of the city. You point out the streets she possibly could have taken. She likes to pick up special croissants here sometimes after rehearsal, she likes this hot dog stand two streets over, she may browse this bookshop a train stop down. Knowledge about Vanya somewhat baffles your siblings, yet if it were them in a similar situation, you would probably pull the same information from the top of your head without hesitation, too.

That's just you, their Eightie.

"Between all of us, we have three cars," says Allison. "Patch, take Diego and Luther in your ride and check out these places. Klaus, come with me, and we'll cover this area. Five and Eight can take the one nearest to your apartment."

"I will stay here in case Miss Vanya calls back to the house," Pogo says. He stands with his cane staunchly before him, prepared to be involved, prepared to do something instead of nothing. Dad's hold has lifted from him as well.

"And all of you seem to have such busy days ahead of you," Mom pleasantly puts in as she walks into the sitting room carrying a platter of brown sack lunches. "Hungry tummies create sleepy minds! Here, be sure to take one."

"Thanks, Mom," you echo. Diego presses a kiss to her temple. Patch watches observantly.

"Aaaand then what?" Klaus questions. He opens the lunch sack with his name on it to see what Mom packed and gasps in delight. "No crust! Thank you, Moooom."

"You're welcome, sweetie."

"Anyway, what I'm trying to say," Klaus continues, "is that if we find Vanya or when she shows up or whatever, what then? Are we gonna sit her down and say—" He lowers his voice to imitate Diego or Luther. "'Listen, Vanya, you have powers Dad made you forget because they're strong enough to destroy the entire world. So just don't use them when you start getting that rumbling in your tummy, and we should be fine.'"

"There will be no right way to talk about it," you say. Five and Allison nod. "It'll probably get a kind of ugly before it can get better. So best be prepared. And hey, everybody, I just wanna say that when we do talk to Vanya about this, be nice." You specifically stare at Luther, Diego, and Five. "She's going to be very vulnerable and rightfully hurt. Don't make it worse, alright?"