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

she'll be waiting in istanbul

Istanbul (Not Constantinople)

Kauai, Hawaii. 2003.

The hotel and car rental is, of course, shitty, but Cha-Cha doesn't plan to stay long, so neither can you. The box waiting at the front desk has your names on it. Cha-Cha makes you take it because it's heavy, and the two of you head to the room.

Cha-Cha takes off her blazer and turns on the rattling AC. "You need to go out and get us disguises to fit in. Nobody in Hawaii wears a full suit in this weather. You see how that lady at the front desk was staring at us?"

"To be fair, she might not have been having a very good day. Did you hear how the toilet overflowed in that one room?"

"You know what I mean, smartass."

You take off your own jacket, even though you're not bothered by the temperature and humidity. From orientation and the booklet, you know suits are mandatory to wear, but if a temporal assassin has been authorized in a certain case to dress for the appropriate location and time period, then a change is acceptable.

You do have a little pride in yourself from remembering so much from orientation.

"Fine. Give me your sizes for shirt, pants, and shoes, and I'll see what I can get with the money we have. Oh, wait, we don't have any money."

It really is horrendous how little per diem the Commission gives its employees. You're saving that fact for later use and exploitation.

"Then be creative."

Cha-Cha kicks her shoes off and starts going through the box. It's filled with weapons. You take a peek in and say, "Save something for me, at least."

"Depends on what you bring back."

You snort but concede. It's not hard finding tourist shopping outlets, and you easily steal clothes for yourself and Cha-Cha. You had to do what you what you had to do when you and Vanya were dirt broke. And besides, Vanya never asked where the food or clothes came from because she knew better. Nobody suspects a teen dressed as nicely or looking as innocent as you do. The trick is to grab some tote and pretend like you're walking out with it like you've just bought something.

When Cha-Cha finds what shirt you've bought her, she stares at you and says, "I am not fucking wearing this thing."

"Whaaaat? Come on, it's neat!"

"It's disgusting."

"It's a tropical-print shirt! Very touristy. You told me to get us something so we can blend in."

"I didn't mean pick the ugliest thing on the rack."

"Cha-Cha, we're in the early 2000s. It doesn't get much better than this."

You talk to her while you slap on your Hawaiian shirt and tuck it into high-waisted denim shorts that come down a couple inches above your knees. "We'll blend in because we're dressed in the same ugly stuff as every other tourist on this island. And it's hot! You'll enjoy wearing something other than that suit."

Because she can't argue with your logic to the point of utterly refusing, Cha-Cha dresses in similar clothes as you, but she does so commenting how ugly the whole outfit is. She groans when she sees the dopey tourist sneakers you got her as well to complete the ensemble. You wear stylish Velcro sandals to mix things up a bit.

"You made us look like backup characters from Magum, P.I."

"So what if I did? We look cool." You pose in the motel room's mirror. "Oh! Hey, almost forgot."