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

gimme your hands, 'cause you're wonderful

Rock 'n' Roll Suicide

You wait on the couch for Vanya to come through the door of the shoddy apartment both of you live in. It's a rundown shithole, but it's home. As soon as Vanya slips through and closes the door behind her, you tense and lift yourself halfway on the semi-crusty cushions that were part of the "secondhand charm" as you called it.

Vanya can't even look at you before she starts grinning. She tries to hide it by biting her lower lip and turning away from you.

"So? So?"

Determined to draw out the suspense for as long as possible, Vanya kicks her sneakers off and removes her Paul's Pizzeria hat. She reeks of grease and pepperoni, but all she can smell is cherry lip gloss.

When Vanya finally faces you, she cracks immediately.

"We kissed," she utters with a beaming grin, and you leap up from the couch in a happy screech. Vanya joins in, jumping on her feet and laughing loudly. You hug her and lift her off her feet.

"Vanya got her first kiss!" you shout. "Vanya got her first kiss!"

-

(There is Klaus, there is a woman, and there is you, and there are gunshots.

Klaus doesn't fall.

You do.

Five screams.)

-

"Oh, that looks good on you."

Vanya squirms in the top, unsure. "Really? It's not exactly...my style."

The blouse is floral and lightweight with a neckline that exposes more of her chest than she's used to.

"Well, I like it," you say, leaning up against the cart that's filled with a few other clothing and kitchenware items.

"I mean, if you like it, then maybe it'll look better on you—"

"Vanya," you sigh, "it looks good on you. Don't worry about me! I mean, if you get it, will I borrow it? Uh, yes. But if you really don't want it, then you don't have to get it."

Vanya grimaces and glances back at the mirror in the changing room. She looks...different. Girly.

"Just get it!" comes Diego's groan. He saunters up to the shopping cart and tosses in a pack of underwear and a bundle of socks. "Or not! Make up your mind, already—ow!"

He doubles over and groans, clutching the spot where you swatted him in the stomach.

The sight of Diego in pain makes Vanya feel a little better. She snickers. You smirk as well.

Diego straightens and shoots them nasty glares. "Screw this. I'm gonna be in the movie aisle. Come find me when you're done."

After he saunters off, Vanya hesitantly says to you, "I don't know...I just don't see myself ever wearing this is all."

You shrug. "Alright, well, there you have it."

"I'm sorry, Eightie—"

"Vanya," you laugh, "it's fine. It's just a shirt!"

"But you, you picked it out...I feel bad."

"Don't, honestly. We got a bunch of other good stuff today. And besides, the more that I look at it, the more I see that it really isn't you after all. So don't feel bad."

Vanya weakly smiles. "Okay."

"Just promise me that you won't dress like Diego. Can you believe he's been walking around Gimbel's with us wearing fucking black ops clothes? The nerve!"