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

it's people like you, baby, going to rule mankind

Lost Woman

"Focus on the sound that emits from the glass, Miss Vanya."

Pogo taps the tuning fork against the solitary glass on the stand in front of him. With the rainstorm passed, the day is actually sunny and moderately warm. You and Allison watch together from several feet away as Vanya stands in the courtyard, hands clenching and unclenching, concentration fixed on her face.

"Gotta admit," Allison says to you, "I'm a little nervous."

"Aren't you an actress?"

"Um, yeah?"

"Then just...pretend like you aren't."

"Oh, wow, why didn't I think of that before."

"Just don't act scared in front of her is what I'm saying. Be supportive. You can be nervous inwardly, but now isn't the right time to have panic written all over your face."

"We can't all be cut from stone like you, Eightie."

Allison immediately regrets her instinctive choice of words. You catch guilt flashing across her right after she speaks, and you frown. Before you can ask her what's going on, Allison says, "Sorry. I'm just...well, Vanya's powers kind of hurt. But you're right. I need to show outward support."

The conversation is unnervingly familiar to the one she had with you when Vanya first published her book. After Allison had finished her lengthy rant over the phone, there was a pause on the other end, and then you calmly said, "Allison, maybe instead of reacting, you should reflect."

At first, she snorted. Leave it to you to drabble out some vague wisdom.

"Really," she flatly said.

"Really. You're lucky; Vanya laid bare everything she felt growing up. God knows the rest of us aren't brave enough to do such a thing. Take what she's written and ask yourself what you can do better to make up for those hurts. Listen to Vanya yourself—don't just rage and ignore her and only make things worse.

"Just because things were bad doesn't mean they have to stay that way. You have an opportunity. Don't waste it."

And, like all the times Allison couldn't come up with a response to your annoyingly sage advice, she metaphorically spun around and walked away from you by hanging up the phone.

But, two weeks later, Allison found herself in Vanya's living room, wanting to talk. Listen, she had corrected. You were gone for some reason, so while it was harder to break the shells that surrounded both their hearts, it managed to happen, nonetheless.

"We can be concerned. But we can't be fearful. It'll only make Vanya believe Dad was right about her. Right to traumatize her. Traumatize you, Allison." The certain type of anger that surfaced whenever you talk about Dad curls your lip for a second. "We will never give him the satisfaction."

"I always like it when you talk shit about Dad," Allison can't help but smirk. "It's the only time I get to see you wear that badass vengeful bitch look."

You put a heart to your chest. "Thank you. I don't get called that enough. Being a perma-teen can be hard."

"Yeah. Five isn't have that great of a time with his own self, is he?"

"Five isn't having a great time in general. But yes, it doesn't help that he's in a tiny body compacted with rage."

Allison snorts. "I'm not sure if him being in an adult body and acting the way he does would have made me think more or less of him. So, in a way, I guess seeing him as I remember helps. I remember him being a pain in the ass, and guess what? He still is."