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

i wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't Stop Me Now

"Klaus."

"No. No? No. I'm not doing it—no."

"This isn't about you, moron," Five scowls, "it's about finding Eightie. We're running out of time. Nobody living saw her, but maybe somebody dead did."

"You can do it," Ben says. "For once in your life, do something for someone other than yourself."

"I do things for other people all the time," he argues back.

"Name five times."

"I can't pull them from the top of my head! Name five times you weren't annoying. Oh, wait, you can't."

"Klaus is talking to Ben," Allison whispers to Vanya. She gets a tiny smile back from her sister.

"I...I know. I kinda figured it out a while ago. He doesn't exactly keep his conversations quiet when he stays at our apartment, and there's only one person I've ever heard him talk to like that."

"Ohh, nice, so I was basically the last one to find out about Ben."

"Well—Allison."

She pats Vanya's knee with a teasing smile. "I'm just kidding."

"Klaus," says Luther, drawing him from the spiraling argument with Ben that wouldn't get them anywhere. "We need you to do this. I know you hate using your powers, a-and you're going through withdrawals right now, but I do know that Eight would have done anything to get you back from the Commission."

"Don't make me feel guilty, Luther!"

"No, no, Luther's right," Diego says, and he shoots everyone a glare so they won't point out him agreeing with Number One. "Klaus, you know Eightie—she never speeds. She can be such a rube sometimes, honestly, but she sped for you. Like, almost-flipped-the-car sped." When Klaus cringes from the facts, Diego digs his finger into the open wound of the truth to get his brother to squirm enough to do something. "And who was there when you came back to make sure you didn't get taken again? To make sure you were alright. Who was it? Hm?"

Klaus mutters something under his breath. Diego leans in with a mocking hand to his ear.

"What was that? Couldn't quite catch it."

"It was Eightie!" Klaus yells. "It was Eightie, alright?"

"Look, Klaus," says Allison, "if you really don't think you can do it, we'll understand."

Five scoffs. Allison shoots him a will you quit? kind of glare. "We will understand."

"We will," Vanya echoes in her soft voice. She hasn't quite recovered from the revelation, but she's slowly making her way back to them. As of right now, she hangs onto the emergency of finding you over everything else. Then, once you're back, they can all deal with...everything else.

Vanya remembers the thrum in her heart made her feel so powerful. It scared her more than anything.

What if Dad had good reason to hide her away?

Dad's an asshole, comes Luther's voice in her head, and she tacks it to the forefront of her brain.

Klaus sweeps his nervous eyes over everyone crammed into the living room. They land on the mantle behind Five. He likes to think it's always been a "fuck you" to Dad, who had a sole portrait of himself hanging above the fireplace and nothing else, cold and judging and disappointed at whoever made the mistake of glancing at it. Your mantle is an homage to the one thing Dad never cared about: family.