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ibroughtyoumybullets · 2 years

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you got into mcr as an ADULT?

ok wait i think this is from the other night when i let the one direction beast out of her cage but i love telling this story so im answering it late. sorry i don’t look at my inbox enough.

yes!! kind of. <- short answer.

long answer: so i was starting to get into rock music when i was about … 12? my first Band That Was Mine was paramore but after the farro brothers left the band in 2010 i was in search of something else to love. i got into atl (eugh) and the Maine (the loves of my life listen to the maine NOW) and fall out boy (don’t listen to them that much anymore but they were important to my musical development) and that old Ryan Ross and Dallon Weekes project that fell off (weird that they never released anything after v&v? anyhow) and several other bands that were accessible to my little 12 year old brain.

and then one day when i was listening to camisado on YouTube i was looking for other songs that made me Feel The Same and this song by this band called my chemical romance called Mama popped up in the yt recommended sidebar. so I listened to it and was like “wait why is this music scary. this song makes me scared. am i even allowed to listen to this it has the word mama and hell in it am I gonna get in trouble” and got nervous and stopped listening. but i would go back to it every so often and it led me to teenagers which I would listen to when I wanted to feel cool and wttbp which was wholly inaccessible to my 12 year old brain but i still thought was cool anyhow.

and then, later, maybe a couple months later? i was on YouTube watching the what makes you beautiful music video over and over again and this song called NaNaNa came up in recommended. and the music video BLEW MY LITTLE BRAIN AWAY. IT WAS UNLIKE ANYTHING I HAD EVER SEEN BEFORE. the colors and cars and the outfits and the GUITARS and the guns and the lyrics … fucking altered the fabric of my life. so I watched the sing music video and it did the same to me and i was motherfucking INTRUIGED. so I did some googling and saw they had started to release new music. i didn’t really understand the a/b side singles format but I thought maybe this was just a different way bands released albums. so I waited patiently for each single drop - and it wasn’t quite like their other music but it still really interested me.

this, notably, was around the time i started attending concerts. the first real concert I attended was an Ed sheeran show at the house of blues when he was touring his first album and was mostly only known by one direction fans in the US. and I was like … oh this is the coolest thing in the world and I wanna do it all the time. I had tickets to a concert for the Maine in June of that year, 3 days after the time I would see one direction live. So my 13 year old brain was like YES since I am now grown (lol) and a concert goer I will wait until mcr announces a tour for their new music and go and it’ll be great.

and then they broke up. lol.

and i was like. SAD. well there are other bands. and just kind of moved on. there were boy bands to blog about. it wasn’t a huge loss to me. they hadn’t Gotten me yet.

but during the time they were broken up, particularly as I got older, I could never quite listen to them. i would try to occasionally but it just made me sad because I knew I could really love this band and they weren’t around for me to love them and I didn’t feel like setting myself up to love a band I would never see.

but in spring of 2019 I was a sophomore in college, deeply, deeply depressed, and holed up in my room 22 stories up going crazy with insomnia. and my mom texted me and was like “hey me and dad have started watching this show, the umbrella academy. its based off a comic book that was written by Gerard way? Who was in a band? I think you would like it” so I started milking tua dry for hyperfixation serotonin and was watching cast interviews, etc, and then I watched one with Gerard in it. and I was like. oh. it’s you it’s the band guy. maybe I’ll listen to some of your music as a treat.

so I started listening to danger days a lot. i think I needed the color in my life. and i really enjoyed it, especially since I was older and had a better understanding of myself and music. but it still made me sad, you know? i really liked this band but they clearly weren’t ever going to exist again - I mean Gerard clearly had his own stuff going on, and this was before Twitter introduced Topics so I would get Frank’s tweets about his touring in my recommended Twitter feed. the band was dead. so I’d listen to danger days and absorb whatever hope I could from it and walk away better but still sad.

this continued throughout the summer and into the fall.

this is the funniest part of this story: mid October 2019 I was in a parking lot with my friends smoking weed and listening to music. somebody gave me the aux and I put on DD and we had a discussion about our younger and more emo days and i said “I hope you guys know if they ever got back together I would drag you to see them” and they were all like yeah that’s fair.

and then, on Halloween 2019, I was on a train on my way out to visit a friend in college so we could party (I had dropped out LOL) and I was sitting on the train waiting for it to leave the station. i had a whole playlist ready and was getting into the drunk and slutty mood. I opened Twitter one last time before I turned my signal off so I could conserve battery and somebody had tweeted that mcr had gotten back together and I was like. ok not funny. but then I saw another tweet about it. and another. so I cautiously opened the MCR Twitter page and saw it was real. i could not fucking believe it. so i through my playlist out of the window and listened to black parade front to back for the first time in my life, cried a little, had everything change for me.

and then there were days and days where I would listen to all of their albums and tried my best to eat their music alive. I started stalking the MCR tag on tumblr, started following a couple people from mcrblr on my old blog, and began letting myself Love them.

and then there was the shrine and an offering and a summoning and the insanity of accepting I would be able to see them live with my own little eyes. the day tickets dropped I literally left work on my half hour break, went home, fought Ticketmaster, and got tickets for me and my friends. I’d never been so excited.

and there was a plague and several years and in the interim they have become My Band. I’m never going to love another band like this and I don’t want to. im so happy to be here and I’m so happy it happened now, when I’m older and have a better handle on myself and have the ability to chase them around.

so yeah. this was long but so was my journey to them. if I’m weird about my chemical romance it’s just because I had to wait a decade for them and it feels very much like fate to me.

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sharkneto · 1 year

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hi it's me again

quick question. so I posted my tua fic to ao3 and went back to fix an error and noticed a line that i kind of don't like. I could fix it but I am aware that going back into the editing box will make me notice more little things that bug me and that I'll never be able to fully fix, because . . . that's not how that works and I also don't usually write fiction. but i like the overall fic—it's just details that bother me. do you have that experience with your fics? (and if so how do you deal with it lol)

Hello again! First - congrats on posting the fic!

Second... I think it depends on the scope of "don't like".

Is it phrasing that you think could be better? Pop in and edit it then, life's too short to sit on a few words you're not happy with when you could fix it in a couple seconds. I do that shit constantly.

If it's a bigger thing than that, if it's leading into you not liking an entire section/wanting to rewrite the whole thing... give it some time. You just posted it, you're anxious about what other people think of it (even if you wrote it for yourself!) and you're going to nitpick and doubt things that you have no reason to be nitpicking and doubting. Let it sit and breathe for a few days, a week, and if you're still not happy with it then you can go in and edit if you want.

Do I have experience with this with my fics? Yeah, 100%. It's finding a balance for yourself. When I first post a fic/chapter, there's a flurry of quick fixes for typos and whatnot as I scroll through, because of course that's when you notice them. After that burst, if there's sections I Don't Love, I don't touch them for a bit. An edit might be the right move, but I could also be too close to it, especially if it's a part of the fic that fought me a bit and getting it done was more important than having it perfect. That chunk might be just fine, but I'm still stuck on how it's not quite what I wanted (despite not having words for what I wanted). If, on a reread a week or more later, I'm still bothered and have an actual, concrete plan for how I would have fixed it, then I might go in and do it.

Off the top of my head, the only fic that's gotten Big Edits (outside of the entire Viktor overhaul of all my fics) is Holding It Together. Outside of adding better descriptors for Rob, Sarah, and their house, I changed two points so Number doesn't intentionally kill anyone, because it fits him better as a Five-Minus-Apocalypse-Struggles and thanks to a clearer understanding of him given by a chapter that orsumfenix wrote after I'd finished HIT. It was a point I sat on and decided was important to me to change - so, Number killing Marcus with a dumpster is a miscalculation on his part (didn't think it was heavy enough to fucking murder) rather than intentional, and Diego kills the Commission grunt in Chapter 14 instead of Number.

Added note, for your fear of "once I go into fix one thing, I'll want to fix a whole bunch" - my trick for not falling down that rabbit whole is I don't read/edit in the edit box on AO3. I read normal, run into the edit point, go into the edit box and scroll to that point, fix it, and then exit back to the normal fic. It makes making edits enough of a pain that I have to want it badly enough for it to be worth the effort of going back and forth. That's my personal strat for keeping myself from falling down the nitpick hole - make the editing processes inconvenient enough that you have to really want to do it. Does this mean that I keep finding little typos in my fics and then not fixing them/immediately forgetting about them because I'd rather read than go fix them? Yes. Yes it does.

#happy writing and congrats again on posting the fic #ficblogging #ask response #long post #also i can hear pluto screaming over how many little fudges and edits i made to their HIT copy for binding lmao #sorry pluto you were so patient with me

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your-dietician · 2 years

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Micah Parsons calls out NFL referees after day of questionable roughing the passer calls

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Micah Parsons calls out NFL referees after day of questionable roughing the passer calls

Dallas Cowboys defensive end Micah Parsons has a bone to pick with NFL referees.

On a day filled with questionable calls, or no calls at all, around the NFL, Parsons took to Twitter showing a picture of him being held by a Los Angeles Rams offensive lineman with a message.

“We won’t call this but we’ll call a roughing the passer lol! Can we focus in and protect defensive players?” Parsons wrote.

Parsons was likely referring to his teammate, Dante Fowler Jr., getting called for a roughing the passer on Rams quarterback Matthew Stafford, though a replay of the situation didn’t seem to be too egregious.

Fowler did go up high to try and disrupt Stafford’s pass, but he didn’t make contact with the quarterback’s head and didn’t finish his tackle. Still, the refs threw a flag and moved the Rams’ offense up 15 yards.

But Parson could also be speaking to a situation in another game, one that had the NFL world in an uproar on social media.

TOM BRADY, BUCS BENEFIT FROM CONTROVERSIAL ROUGHING-THE-PASSER CALL; NFL FANS TAKE ISSUE

Tampa Bay Buccaneers quarterback Tom Brady was driving to seal a win against the Atlanta Falcons, who were threatening late in the game at Raymond James Stadium. But defensive lineman Grady Jarrett got into the Bucs’ backfield and sacked Brady, twisting him down to the turf, which may have set up a potential game-winning drive for Atlanta, as it was fourth down and long for the Bucs to get a first down.

Instead, a flag was thrown against Jarrett for roughing the passer. A few players later, Brady found wide receiver Mike Evans for another first down that iced the win.

Social media went berserk, with some calling it “the worst call of this young NFL season,” while another said that “someone should lose their job like right now.”

EZEKIEL ELLIOTT’S EXPLICIT TAKE ON COWBOYS’ QUARTERBACK CONTROVERSY: ‘WE’RE USED TO THE DISRESPECT’

Referee Jerome Boger told Greg Auman, a pool reporter, about that specific Brady call.

“What I had was the defender grabbed the quarterback while he was still in the pocket, and unnecessarily throwing him to the ground. That is what I was making my decision based upon.”

Boger added that his call wasn’t based off Tua Tagovailoa’s head injury that happened on a similar sack last week between the Miami Dolphins and Cincinnati Bengals.

Back to Parsons, his Cowboys didn’t suffer from that call against Fowler, as they defeated the Rams 22-10 to secure their fourth win of the year. Parsons had two sacks on the day, bringing his 2022-23 total to six already through five weeks.

Read the full article here

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seance · 3 years

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Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go. - Ruefle

#thewitcheredit #witcheredit #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #cirilla of cintra #userava #userbecca #edits #i managed to download the 2160p version can you believe it?#only took three days #and tua is still going. a week later #but anyway! i missed them and wanted them back :(#i'm super rusty with everything but hopefully once s2 drops i'll be back in the swing of things with this weird lighting #i've a thing for subtle touches okay don't @ me

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!

**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. fluff. grinding. multiple orgasms. pretty vanilla sex.

(possible) tw’s: infidelity (he’s engaged, not married).

SMUT under the CUT!

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

“Y/N, will you stay after for a bit?”

Mr. Gucci walks over to your desk.

“I need to ask you something.”

You nod, smiling up at your boss.

“Of course, Mr. Gucci.”

Inside, you were panicking.

He’s never asked you to stay after work before, except on your first day, which made sense. But this doesn’t make sense…

He returns the smile.

“Excellent. Just come to my office.”

You continue to work, faxing and typing away until the clock read five.

Everyone else begins to pack up and bids you farewell as you make your way up to Mr. Gucci’s office.

The wooden door has never looked more intimidating than it does in this moment, as you raise your knuckles and knock.

“Entra in.” (Come in.)

You take a deep breath before you turn the handle, forcing a smile on your face.

He looks so scary and intimidating when he sits at his desk, a fact that, when you told him, made him laugh.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. Come in, sit down.”

The chairs in his office are top-of-the-line, a refreshing change from the less-than luxurious chairs out on the floor.

Mr. Gucci lights a cigarette and takes a drag before standing up and walking around to take a seat in the chair next to you.

When he sees your confused expression, he laughs softly, taking another drag.

“I know you think I look scary sitting back there, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Your eyes go wide.

“O-Oh, that’s not what I meant—“

“I know, tesoro.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering over your face before he speaks again.

“So, the annual House of Gucci Ball is coming up, as you know.”

You nod.

“And, I was wondering...would you want to...come with me?”

Your stomach drops.

“W-What?”

The CEO looks incredibly flustered and anxious, a new look for him.

“My fiancée isn’t feeling well and as the head of the House, I really don’t want to go alone…”

In a bold move, you reach out and gently place your hand over his. He looks up at you, and you smile.

“I’d, uhh, I’d love to go, sir. It would be my pleasure.”

“Great.”

The corners of his lips tug up into a genuine smile and his eyes dart away from yours as he takes another drag.

“I’ll have the company tailor come in tomorrow and take your measurements for a gown. And you’ll come here three hours beforehand in order to have hair and makeup done.”

You’re still partially in shock as he discusses dresses and makeup and hair.

It’s become clear to you over the past few weeks that he has feelings for you, and you think they’re the same feelings that you have for him.

But obviously, neither of you can act on them, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s set to be married in a few months, and there’s a very strict company policy that forbids relationships between workers and their supervisors.

So, it left this unresolved tension between the two of you, and you literally just agreed to spend an entire night at an event with him.

The reality hits and you feel lightheaded.

Oh my god, I’m going to the company ball with Maurizio Gucci.

Four Weeks Later

The elevator dings and you step out into the now-vacant office. You see several people standing around a portable salon setup, and they all turn to look at you.

“Miss Y/N?”

One of them asks.

You nod.

“Si.” (Yes.)

They quickly sit you down in the chair and begin applying makeup and doing your hair.

You’re tearing up a little bit as you look at yourself in the mirror. Clad in a long, form-fitting gown and in full hair and makeup, you look and feel like a princess.

The stylist hands you a small accent clutch and almost immediately after, the elevator dings, and Mr. Gucci steps out, clad in a snappy black suit, not unlike what he wears at work everyday.

That man is never not in a suit, you’ve learned.

His eyes go wide as you step down from the small platform. Your cheeks warm under his intense gaze.

The stylist looks nervous as his eyes roam your figure.

She speaks up a moment later, voice meek.

“Il vestito e il trucco soddisfano i suoi standard, signore?” (Does the dress and makeup meet your standards, sir?)

He tears his eyes away from you, and nods at the stylist.

“Ha superato le mie aspettative.” (It’s exceeded my expectations.)

You’re blushing madly now, unable to meet his eyes as you feel him looking at you again.

Soon, the stylist packs up and leaves just you and Mr. Gucci alone.

He clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“You look...beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tesoro.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, absolutely starstruck by his handsomeness. He somehow manages to look better and more attractive every time you see him.

“You’re too sweet, sir.”

He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles.

“Please, I’m Maurizio tonight.”

You nod, trying his name on your tongue.

“Maurizio.”

Mr. Gucci smiles as he releases your hand. “We have a few minutes before the car gets here...would you like some water? Espresso?”

“I’m alright, but thank you.” You say.

A few moments of sexually-charged silence lingers between you two.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me tonight.”

He says suddenly.

“I always enjoy our time together, Y/N.”

You smile.

“Me too.”

“Really? You do?”

Maurizio blushes slightly.

“It’s just...I’m an old man, you’re a young woman...”

You chuckle as you reach out to hold his hand.

“You’re not old, sir—Maurizio. And yes, really, I do enjoy our time together.”

“I’m glad.”

He says, eyes flicking down to your lips as he leans in a little bit.

Wait...what? Is he gonna… Fuck, oh god, this can’t happen...

Honk!

He flinches at the sound, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“I guess the car is here.”

You chuckle nervously as he holds out his hand, and you take it, walking alongside him to the elevator.

It’s a short drive to the hotel and when you two arrive, there are swarms of paparazzi, all crowding around the car when the driver pulls to the curb.

Maurizio clearly sees your overwhelmed expression and tension, reaching over to squeeze your hand.

“Don’t worry, tesoro. Just stay by my side and don’t answer any of their questions, yes?”

You nod and he gets out, walking around to open your door and help you out of the car. Immediately, when the press sees that you’re not his fiancée, the cameras flash even more rapidly and voices overlap one another.

“Sei la nuova fidanzata di Maurizio?” (Are you Maurizio’s new girlfriend?)

“Maurizio, dov’e la tua fidanzata?” (Maurizio, where’s your fiancée?)

“Strumento a mano.” (Gold digger.)

“Puttana americana.” (American whore.)

They were all basically on top of you, asking so many questions and saying so many things about you, it was incredibly overwhelming.

Suddenly, Maurizio’s voice boomed through the crowd, and everyone fell silent.

“Lasciala in pace!” (Leave her alone!)

His arm wraps tighter around your waist, pressing you even further into his side as he walks you both into the building. The cameras and crowds were almost completely silent, still, and you were just trying to process it all as the two of you walked into the event, you still tucked into his side.

He stopped just inside the door and let you go, taking your hands instead, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Are you okay, tesoro? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You shake your head, still trembling a little bit.

“N-No, I’m okay, just a little shaken up.”

“They’re vicious and relentless...mi dispiace. I should’ve warned you about them beforehand, but I’m relieved that you’re okay.” (I’m sorry)

“It’s okay, Maurizio, really.”

You smile sadly.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He wraps an arm around you again, gently squeezing your hip before rubbing it lightly.

“Of course, anything for mi tesoro. I’m indebted to you for joining me tonight.”

You’re blushing, eyes darting away from his.

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. It’s an honor to accompany you, and I’m sorry that my presence caused so much trouble for you, with the press.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before guiding you into the massive ballroom.

You’re absolutely stunned by the beauty of it, the chandeliers glittering on the ceiling as they illuminate the entire room.

Maurizio seems to notice your staring, and pauses as well, chuckling softly.

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?”

You turn to him and nod, smiling.

“It’s beautiful.”

Once you get inside and take your seats, Maurizio is immediately flocked with people wanting to speak with him. Some of them give you a judgemental glance or gaze, and you just look away, taking another sip of your wine.

This is gonna be a long night.

Naturally, Maurizio has been talking to people nonstop all night, which was expected of course, but for some reason, you’d sort of hoped he’d make some time for just the two of you. You genuinely enjoy his company, he’s actually really kind and funny when he’s not in ‘work mode’.

Why would he do that for you? You’re just his replacement date, Y/N, nothing more.

So, you sit back in your chair and casually nibble at the new dinner course that was put on your plates a few minutes ago.

A dance song begins to play and suddenly, Maurizio stands up and holds his hand out for you.

“Would you like to dance, mi tesoro?”

“Absolutely.”

You blush, biting your lip as you stand up.

He places his hand on the small of your back as you two walk onto the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his hands on your waist, holding you close as the two of you begin gently swaying to the slow tune.

“It’s nice to step away from the table for a bit.”

He says, chuckling.

“I only see these people once a year, so they always want to talk the night away.”

You laugh.

“I understand, and I’m happy that I could provide an excuse for you to get away, even if only for a few minutes.”

“You’re anything but an excuse, Y/N.”

Maurizio says, blushing a bit.

“I’ve been wanting to make some time to spend with you, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity. I’m sorry for that, this must be tedious for you.”

You shake your head.

“No, it’s alright, although I do respect your fiancée much more now that I understand what happens at events like this.”

You jest, and he laughs.

“But, in all seriousness, I’m fine. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to keep me entertained, I understand my role for tonight.”

His face sinks ever so slightly, but he still smiles nonetheless.

“I did hope to spend some time with you, though. Like I said, I enjoy spending time with you.”

The song suddenly ends and a much more upbeat one takes its place.

Maurizio’s face seems to light up, and he smiles widely.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

You’re suddenly lifted up and spun around. You laugh the entire time and he continues spinning you.

The whole world seems to fade and suddenly, it’s just you two on the dancefloor.

Your eyes are glued on one another as he sets you back down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely. You briefly wonder how many of these moments he gets to have with his job.

You’re still laughing as he takes your hand and tries to twirl you around. He’s laughing along with you as you start to twirl, but you forgot how long your dress is, and you start to fall backwards.

A strong arm reaches down and scoops you up before you can hit the floor, and suddenly, you’re centimeters away from his face, his breath tickling your skin.

He’s still smiling as he slowly stands back up with you in his arms.

“Be careful, tesoro. We’re not taking any trips to the emergency room tonight, okay?”

You smile, unable to bring yourself to take your eyes off of him as you’re placed back onto your feet, his arm still around you, holding you close.

You allow yourself, for the first time since your internship began, to take in all of his features. You let your eyes drink in his beauty and it feels like time has stopped. He’s even more handsome up-close, his pale skin a stark contrast to his dark eyes and the freckles sprinkled across his features.

Before you know it, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours, his lips so close now.

“Voglio davvero baciarti, tesoro.” (I really want to kiss you right now, treasure.)

He whispers.

His voice is so deep, yet soft and full of yearning. It sends a chill down your spine.

“Non ti fermero, bello.” (I’m not going to stop you, handsome.)

“Bene.” (Good.)

He leans forward the rest of the way and your lips connect in a tender embrace.

You close your eyes and let your hand reach up to cradle the side of his face.

He soon pulls away, a face-splitting grin on his face.

You’re wearing a similar expression.

“Mi chiedevo quando l’avresti finalmente fatto.” (I was wondering when you were finally going to do that.)

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his slightly.

Maurizio laughs softly.

“Mi chiedevo quando avrei dovuto farlo anch’io.” (I was wondering when I was going to do it, as well.)

The moment is quickly ruined when you realize exactly where you are, and you’re afraid to know how many people saw that. You quickly stand up straight and so does he, both of you taking a small step away from each other as you straighten yourselves out.

When you turn back towards the table, all of the people stare right at you, and you feel your face get hot. You look up at Maurizio when he comes up beside you.

“I think I’ll just catch a cab back to the house…”

You say, looking down.

He looks over at the table, seeing his work colleagues giving you judgemental glares. His finger gently lifts your chin until you’re looking up at him again.

“Let me take you back, tesoro. It’s the least I can do, and we can talk about...everything.”

You nod.

“I’m really sorry about this…”

Maurizio shakes his head.

“No, tesoro, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that in such a public space.”

Your cheeks get warmer.

“Are you saying that you still would’ve done it?”

His cheeks go pink as he looks away.

“Yes, I still would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”

Is this real?

He clears his throat, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Why don’t you go up to the front while I retrieve our stuff from the table? I’ll make sure that no one says anything or thinks poorly of you.”

“Thank you.”

You say, smiling.

“I’ll get them to call us a cab.”

He’s at the table for about five minutes while you wait by the door, anxious for what’s to come.

“Sorry, mi tesoro, they tried to tell me that I shouldn’t leave early. But, I insisted on seeing you safely back to your house.”

“If you need to stay…”

You begin, but are quickly stopped.

“No, I’m going with you.”

You’re so flattered that he would leave the biggest company party of the year just for you. You.

The cab arrives shortly after and you two walk out into the warm Italian night air, hopping into the car. His hand rests gently on your thigh as the car pulls away from the curb.

He sighs.

“I’m sorry that I got you involved in this. My life is...complicated, especially as someone constantly under the public eye.”

You don’t even want to ask this next question, but you have to.

“Maurizio, are you still engaged?”

His head turns away to look out the window.

“I’m not sure.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean, you aren’t sure? It’s a yes or no question.”

“Patrizia left me last night and she hasn’t come back.”

He says, choking up a bit.

You gently put your hand over his and he looks over at you.

“I’m really sorry, that’s...terrible. Did she say why?”

“I told her that I was taking you tonight, and she got upset.”

He sighed.

“She asked me if I had feelings for you, since I talk to her about you almost every day…”

“You talk about me?”

Maurizio smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I do. Ever since you’ve been here, the office has been...happier. I’ve been happier.”

You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out over what you’re hearing.

“S-So, when she asked you if you had feelings for me...what did you tell her?”

He turns fully to the side, bringing a hand up to cup your face.

“Le ho detto la verita, che mi sono sentito per te sin dal primo giorno in cui sei entrato in ufficio.” (I told her the truth, that I’ve felt for you since the first day you walked into the office.)

You can’t help but smile as your face warms again, eyes darting away from his as he continues.

“Sono un uomo migliore con te nella mia vita, tesoro.” (I’m a better man with you in my life, treasure.)

“Maurizio, I…”

You begin, trying to find the right words.

“Lo so che non dovrei, ma mi sento anche per te.” (I know I shouldn’t, but I feel for you, too.)

He smiles, leaning in closer.

“Qual e la ragione dell-amore senza rischi?” (What is the point of love without risk?)

This time, you close the gap between your lips. His other hand comes to hold your face as you kiss, so much passion and want in every movement of your lips together.

You move closer, legs draping over his lap.

Just as you make a move to sit on his lap, the cab pulls up to your house, forcing you apart.

Both of you are panting softly, eyes staring deep into each other’s.

“Tesoro, ti prego, faccio l’amore stasera.” (Treasure, please, let me make love to you tonight.)

He leans in and crashes your lips together again, this kiss filled with urgency, with lust, with need.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te, per favore.” (I want you. I need you, please.)

Maurizio smiles, paying the driver before quickly hopping out of the car, rushing around to let you out. As soon as you step out, you’re swept up off your feet and carried bridal-style to the front door. You unlock the door and he quickly closes it with his foot.

You reach up and begin planting kisses on his neck, enjoying the way he sighs softly.

“Which one is yours?”

He asks, breathily.

“Upstairs, the loft.”

He makes his way up the small flight of stairs.

“Is anyone else here?”

You nod. “They’re all on the first floor.”

Maurizio hums, gently placing you down on the bed before shedding his suit coat, hanging it on your desk chair, followed by his tie. He takes off his loafers and socks, placing them beneath his other clothes.

You’d barely gotten your heels off at the point. He laughs when he turns around and sees you struggling to get the shoes off. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it on the floor, holding your foot while he kisses your ankle and calf.

He takes a moment to look at you laid back on the bed, once neatly done hair loosened, makeup a bit smudged. His lips pulled up into a smile, teeth playfully scraping at your ankle bone.

“You have too much on, mi tesoro.”

You smile, standing up and turning away from him, silently asking him to unbutton and unzip your dress. He steps up behind you, breaths hot on your neck as his fingers work the buttons.

His lips begin planting kisses on your shoulders, soon undoing the zipper, freeing you from the dress. You step out and stand before him in just your underwear, looking away as his eyes rake over your figure.

Your cheeks grow hotter when you look down to see the tent growing in his dress pants.

“Etereale.” (Ethereal.)

He mutters, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, gently tossing it with his other clothes before working at the buckle on his belt.

“Formidabile.” (Gorgeous.)

The leather belt was soon tossed onto the growing pile of clothing. He unbuttons his pants before stepping forward again, now almost right up against you.

His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your palm to the tent in his pants, growling softly when it touches. He leaned forward, lips at your ear.

“For you, tesoro. All for you.”

You shudder as his lips plant kisses all over your neck while his hands roam your bare body, fingers teasing your breasts.

“You’re so sensitive.”

He breathes, hands squeezing your breasts gently.

“When was the last time someone touched you like this, hm?”

“It’s been a w-while.”

You say, gasping when his thumb rolls over your pebbled nipple.

“O-Oh…”

Maurizio grins, placing one more kiss on your neck before standing up straight, tugging his pants and boxers down. You watch in amazement when his length bobs as it’s exposed, mouth watering at the sight.

He smirks. “Do you see something you like?”

“Absolutely.”

You reply, biting your lip.

He laughs softly.

“Well...would you like to touch it?”

His cheeks flush pink.

You nod, reaching to wrap your hand around the base. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he sucks in a breath when you begin stroking.

“Mmmmm, davvero buono.” (so good.)

His head falls back when you increase your pace, hips gently rutting forward. His eyebrows knit in the center of his forehead, small moans escaping his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls away, letting out a shaky breath as his length stirs at the loss of contact.

“You are too good at that, mi tesoro.”

He bites his lip, fingertips teasing the lace waistband of your panties.

“May I touch you now?”

You nod, jumping softly when he all but tears the material down your legs, exposing your folds. He reaches down and cups your center, eyes widening when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh,”

He whispers, fingers tracing up to rub your clit.

“Tesoro...you’re so excited already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

Your hips suddenly buck forward out of instinct, and Maurizio chuckles breathily, rubbing a bit faster. You gasp, breath catching in your throat.

“S-Shit.”

You allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure, head falling forward onto his chest. The small noises falling from your lips get increasingly louder as you draw closer and closer to release.

His fingers suddenly push up into you, and you almost cum right on the spot. His digits feel so much better than yours as they begin plunging in and out, scissoring occasionally.

“Lasciatemi prendere, tesoro, e ti acchiappero.” (Let go for me, treasure, and I will catch you.)

He whispers breathily, stroking faster.

“Andiamo.” (Let go.)

His fingers curl up inside of you, and after a few rubs on your g-spot, you’re coming with a soft cry.

“Maurizio...oh mio dio…” (Maurizio...oh my god…)

Your knees buckle and you begin to fall, but he catches you immediately, smiling down at you as his fingers continue to work you through your climax. He leans over to kiss you again, slowly and gently pulling his fingers out.

“Lay back, mi tesoro, and open your legs.”

He whispers against your lips, standing back up straight as you sit down on the edge of the bed before laying back.

You spread my legs, ready to receive him, and he smiles as he climbs on top of you. He’s still wearing his glasses, and while you find that humorous and quite frankly cute, it’s also incredibly arousing for some reason. You don’t dwell on it, wanting to focus on the moment unfolding before your eyes.

Maurizio strokes his hardened length a few times, grunting softly, before rubbing himself across your folds. His eyes shut and he takes a shaky breath as your slick spreads across his cock. He starts pressing and rubbing the tip against your clit for a bit, smirking when your hips buck up against him.

He looks down at you, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Are you ready? I’ll go slow for you, tesoro.”

You nod and he pushes in slowly, growling softly. He shivers, stopping when he’s about halfway in.

“Is it still okay?”

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his hips forward while you scoot closer, pushing him in the rest of the way.

“D-Does that answer your question?”

You chuckle.

He laughs breathily, nodding.

“Indeed, it does.”

You take deep breaths while you adjust to his size, soon nodding, letting him know that it’s okay for him to move. He pulls about halfway out before pushing back in again, exhaling loudly as he establishes a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts.

“O-Oh, cazzo, sei fantastico.” (Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.)

Your jaw hangs open, body bouncing with each of his inward thrusts. You hold onto his biceps for dear life as his pace increases ever so slightly.

“Maurizio,”

You breathe, looking up into his eyes.

“Keep going, please.”

The bed squeaks as his hips’ movements grow more desperate.

“Tesoro, I--cazzo--I’m not going to last.” (fuck)

He says, eyebrows knitted on his forehead.

“I h-haven’t done this--merda--in a w-while.” (shit)

You nod in understanding, moving your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“It’s okay, M-Maurizio, it’s alright.”

His eyes meet yours as he growls softly, shaking his head.

“No, it’s n-not. You deserve better, t-the best, Y/N.”

Your thumb swipes on his cheekbone as his eyes tear up with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“Y-You already are the best, bello, and I w-want you to cum, no m-matter if I have o-or not. I want you to p-pleasure yourself, okay? Don’t worry about m-me.” (handsome)

He smiles softly, falling onto his elbows, lips connecting with yours as he thrusts get harder. He grunts deeply with each thrust, breath hot and heavy on the side of your neck.

“Oh tesoro, I’m...close. Where…”

He searches for the right words, mind clouded with lust. He groans in frustration.

“Dove vuoi che sborra?” (Where do you want me to cum?)

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently.

“Sono sulla pillola. Puoi sborra dentro, se vuoi, bello.” (I’m on the pill. You can cum inside, if you want, handsome.)

These words seem to awaken something in him, his eyes going black, hips suddenly rutting quickly and desperately into you.

“Cazzo, sei incredibile, sei perfetto, tesoro.” (Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re perfect, treasure.)

Maurizio buries his face into the crook of your neck as he reaches climax, moans and gasps muffled by your skin. He buries his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release, rutting them desperately as he fills you up.

“Y/N, oh dio, prendi tutto per me. Bene, sei bravissima, mi tesoro.” (Y/N, oh god, take it all for me. Good, you’re so good, my treasure).

As soon as he finishes, his hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, eyes meeting yours.

“C’mon, let me pleasure you now. Let go, tesoro, give yourself to me.”

Your back arches and your hips grind against his fingers, mouth full of whimpers, whines, and gasps as his fingers rub you. You grab onto his bicep when you cum, looking up into his eyes.

“Yes, oh Maurizio, yes!”

You gasp, moaning softly as your release spreads throughout your body.

He continues to rub you through it, cock twitching slightly where it still sits inside of you, causing him to growl softly.

After both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, and you can see that he’s already hard again. He blushes, looking away for a moment.

“I...I’m sorry, that’s never happened before…”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Maurizio, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually sort of flattering, that I can do that to you.”

He smiles softly, laying down next to you, pulling you back against him. You didn’t realize exactly how hard he actually was until you felt him pressed against your back, and you felt bad.

“Do you…I mean, I can...”

You trail off, a bit embarrassed, hoping he got the point.

Maurizio immediately shakes his head.

“No, tesoro, don’t worry. I will be okay.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before you speak.

“If you wanted to, you could...rub it against me.”

You feel his member twitch at your proposition, and you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His cheeks are bright red.

“Will you show me?”

He asks quietly.

You smile, nodding.

“All you have to do is start moving your hips against me, using my skin to rub on.”

He experimentally rolls his hips, jaw clenched as he tries to contain himself.

“O-Oh.”

He tried it again, growling as his cock dragged along your stomach.

“Tesoro, it’s…”

You can’t pretend that this isn’t incredibly arousing for you to watch and feel. His tip was already red and leaking, so you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Does it feel good, Maurizio?”

You feel him nod, hips moving faster now as he looks down at you.

“Yes, cristo, it’s s-so good.” (christ)

His lips crash onto yours and he loops an arm behind you, holding you still as he begins rutting against you, growling into your mouth. He moves his head down to kiss and nip at your neck.

“Your s-skin is so soft, mi tesoro.”

He whispers, grunting with each forward motion now.

His leg lifts up and lays over your hip, allowing him to thrust harder, hand still on your lower back. He’s close, you can tell, and you attentively watch the way his face contorts as he reaches orgasm.

He suddenly hugs you tight, a choked sob against your neck as his seed spills all over your stomach and his.

“Ah! Ah--oh--cristo!” (christ)

You run your hands through his hair soothingly as he comes down, trembling slightly. He slides down your body a bit, resting his head between your breasts, kissing them gently.

After a short while, he looks up at you.

“Grazie, Y/N, grazie mille.” (Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much.)

You smile.

“You don’t have to thank me, Maurizio, it was my pleasure.”

He reaches up and connects your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss before he pulls away, cringing when he feels the stickiness between you.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ve never...that’s never…”

You kiss him again, cutting him off.

“No worries, we can just clean it off. I’ll get a wet washcloth.”

You stand and come back a moment later with a wet washcloth, reaching down to wipe yourself off before Maurizio’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

“Let me.”

He smiles, taking the cloth from your hand, cleaning up the sticky substance before doing the same to himself.

Your cheeks are warm as you look up at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, mi tesoro.”

He suddenly looks away, frowning softly.

“I-I can’t stay tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry. If someone catches us…”

You shake your head, holding the side of his face.

“No, no need to explain. I understand.”

Maurizio nods silently, sighing as he begins to redress. You slip your panties back on, along with an oversized t-shirt and you pull your hair up into a ponytail.

When he’s ready, you offer to go first, in case anyone’s still awake. He agrees, and you make your way down the stairs, looking around, not seeing anyone. You look up the stairs and nod, indicating that it’s okay. He makes his way down and you walk with him to the door.

“Do you have a car coming?”

He nods. “My driver is already outside.”

There’s a moment of silence before Maurizio suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you against him as his lips crash down onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of longing. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer.

He pulls away slowly, eyes fluttering open.

“Alla prossima, tesoro.” (Until next time, my treasure.)

You smile, biting your lip as he sneaks out the door, rushing down and hopping into the car waiting for him.

As you watch his car pull away from the curb, only one thought occupies your mind:

Holy shit, I just slept with Maurizio Gucci.

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Ive begun to add onto an old TUA fic I started a long long long time ago- I’m posting the first chapter here. I’ll try to post chapters once a week but I have a super tight schedule and it will probably be more like once a month. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that!!

tagging: @jbd302020, @conchshell, @sharkneto, @stupidcanofpeaches, @assaily (luv you guys! Haven’t tagged some of you before so idk how you feel abt this but if you’re ok w it… hi!)

Summary: Five’s family from another timeline come to tell him that the third apocalypse is coming- and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. (All chapter titles are songs and together should form a playlist)

rating: idk? Teens and up?? Nothing too mature, maybe some blood later/gory descriptions

Trigger Warnings: cursing, blood, panic attacks (not yet but we’ll get there)

Chapter one

Call it what you want

Call It What You Want, Foster the People

The coffee is cooling, the smell of the beans wafting off in waves. Five is staring into it like it can heal his soul. It can’t. It’ll take a lot more than caffeine to do that.

Griddy’s is barely full. Agnes is at the counter, drawing something on a sketch pad. Or maybe writing? Five can’t tell. His brain is muddled. It is three am, after all.

Dolores’s voice, however, comes through clear. You should get some sleep, darling.

“I can’t,” says Five groggily. “I still have so much to do.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying. The apocalypses have been averted. His siblings are safe, for now. Who even knows what other trouble they’ll get into next. He rolls his eyes. Agnes peers at him curiously. It’s not every day you see a kid mumbling to himself at three am. Or maybe it is, for Agnes. Who knows. Like he said. His brain is muddled, like a clear lake sprinkled with mud.

He takes a sip of his coffee, tense. At least some people know how to make it right. He reminds himself to leave a tip for the waitress later.

A zigzag of red crosses his vision, a bright flash. It’s sudden- a change in the earth, a slight in a breath. There aren’t any people, and then there are. Agnes has vanished. So have the other people in the diner, to be replaced with seven shadowed figures, all different heights. Five’s heart pounds. The rapid beat sounds way too loud. It’s eerily quiet.

Stay calm, Dolores says, turning from reassuring to commanding in an instant. Well, she’s still reassuring, but she’s not trying to coddle him, which is nice, and focus on the figures who probably want to kill you, Five. He can see the people behind him in the reflection of his teaspoon, so he focuses on that. Deja vu clouds his mind. This reminds him of an all too familiar scene in this very same diner, not even a month ago.

Depending on whether these guys mean business or just want to chat, Five will have to plan his response carefully. He weighs the options. Should he snark them to death or just jump right into the killing?

“Ah, you’ve found me,” he says with a sarcastic smile, turning around ever so slightly, just enough to see them all, and not enough to expose himself to a vulnerable position- stabbed in the stomach, or worse. “Care for a cup of coffee?”

“Not really,” the largest person (thing?) says, from the shadowy corner they’re nestled in. “Not much for the bitter taste, I’m afraid.”

Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be. Five isn’t feeling good enough to snark. In fact, he’s kind of worn out. He takes another lazy sip of his coffee. Think, think.

What do they want? ponders Dolores curiously.

Five decides to just jump right into the questions. “Who are you, and why are you here? I don’t have the time or the patience to do this tonight.” Maybe not the wisest idea to announce his inner feelings, but his brain is sluggish. When has he last slept? It’s been almost a week of restlessly pacing the corners of the academy, checking in on his siblings every night, trying to do things to occupy himself so that he doesn’t go completely crazy in the tornado that is his mind.

“We need you to come with us,” says the man in the middle. He’s tall and lean, with brown hair combed messily to the side and pale skin, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. He looks familiar, although Five doesn’t know how.

He looks like Klaus, Dolores muses. Five decides that she’s right. Even if the man looks nothing like Klaus, he has a similar vibe. His mind is moving about as fast as honey right now. Fuck, he needs sleep, although he’d never admit it to Dolores.

Slowly, he starts to slide out of his chair. He can blink back to the academy.

“I’ve no time for negotiation,” the shortest figure barks, and Five stops in his tracks because that’s his voice. “You’re coming with us now. I don’t care if you want to go bawling to your family first, but you’re coming with us.”

All of a sudden Five doesn’t even care if this person is him. He doesn’t bawl. Least of all to his family.

Sometimes you want to, Five, Dolores says. He can feel the sympathy rolling off her in waves.

Hush, he tells her, and then growls to the short person, who has eyes like a possum, “who are you, thinking you can boss me around like that? Do you know who I am?”

“You’re me,” they say calmly, eyes flashing sharp, cutting blue. “But softer.”

“Soft? I’m not soft,” Five protests. “I’ve been through two apocalypses. I’ve killed millions.”

The boy stares him straight in the eye. “And I shot my sister in the head when she posed a threat to save the world. You would never do that. Soft.”

Five can’t think of a response. He just growls again. He is not soft.

But you wouldn’t shoot your sister, either, even if the world was at stake, says Dolores.

That’s different.

Is it? Even though you killed so many, you did it for-

Five does something he’s never done before. He blocks her out. Dolores’s voice fades to nothing, a whispering shadow in his mind.

“I can tell you’re tired,” says the small figure tauntingly (he thinks it’s just a sliver of him. Maybe from another timeline).

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Five declares, standing his ground, hand moving almost magnetically to the steak knife lying conveniently on the bar (so shiny, so stabbable).

One of the figures- an unrecognizable woman with a sheath of purple hair and skin the color of almost-blue marble- steps forward and opens her mouth.

“I heard a rumor that you told us-“

As quick as a flash, Five blinks to her side, steak knife in his hand, pressing it to the jagged scar at her throat. His heart pounds. So my theory is correct. No one other than Allison would start a sentence like that.

But how well do you know Allison?

You did run away.

Yes, but he’s gotten to know her since then. After they’d gotten back, Allison had introduced him to Claire, had told him about her career and showed him affection and love, however reluctant he responded. He loves his sister, even if he has a strange way of showing it.

“Five, back off,” says the largest figure from its nook in the shadows. If this is Allison, this must be Luther. He’s even larger than Five’s version. Waist up, he’s a green-gray ape, tubes connecting to a metal red collar, head comically small in comparison to his hulking body.

Five snarls at him, and Luther backs away, eyes to the ground. Coward. Luther always was one of the gentlest of the Hargreeves, though Five still hadn’t forgiven him for throwing him off the stairs.

“Let go of Rumor,” snaps an irritable, familiar voice. It’s a blond man in a prison bodysuit, a skull graphic positioned underneath his breastbone. He’s wearing his underwear outside his clothes. Five thinks it’s ridiculous and impractical. And then he wonders if the man’s wearing underwear underneath his clothes, and then he stops wondering.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he says, childishly.

“You could have blinked by now,” the other Five says. “So what’s stopping you?”

“Many factors, that you were too dumb to notice,” Five responds.

“Let’s cooperate,” says the man who is Klaus but is not Klaus. While he talks, he gestures his hands wildly, as though he can’t set them down for a second. Hello and goodbye flash into Five’s line of sight. His teeth are pointed, like a vampire’s. “We should start with a polite introduction. I’m Klaus Hargreeves. The woman you’re holding a knife to is named Allison. Luther is the big guy over there, and Five is the smallest but also the oldest-“

“Seniority outmatches size,” little Five says smugly.

“As I was saying,” continues not-Klaus, “Diego’s the cheerful man with the bad sense of fashion, and Vanya is the girl with the violin. Did I miss anyone?”

Other-Diego glowers at his description.

“Nope,” says Vanya, who does not look like Vanya. She’s too lean, too slight, her fashion is wrong, her hair is too short, her smile too wan. Five’s head hurts as his brain bends yet again, attempting to accommodate this new information, that he has another family, and they’re from another timeline, and they’re here. It’s not so hard to believe, he supposes, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less appalling.

“State your purpose,” he barks, gathering his thoughts and pushing them into the black void in his mind he saves for after dark, when he can properly mull over his choices and his thoughts and sort them into neat little filed rows, so they won’t fly out of nowhere like papers in the wind, into his eyes and blinding him from his duty. He steps away from Other Allison and walks back over to the bar to pick up his coffee. No one stops him.

The Other Five rolls his possum eyes and smiles grimly. “Gather your family, Hargreeves. We’re here to help you stop the apocalypse. For the third time.”

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fandomscombine · 4 years

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The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 1 : Disastrous Childhood (Prologue)

TUA Series Part 1: Disastrous Childhood

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

An idea came to me at 2am after binging TUA S2 and rewatching S1 right after!

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.

This part follows when the young Hargreeves Siblings had their powers manifested and the development of The Umbrella Academy.

Contains: Sibling Angst and Fluff. Reginald being a crappy father but sometimes not really?

The series will consist of 10 parts. Where the reader would have a focused interaction with each sibling. (Eg. After this part, it would be Luther x Reader, then Diego x Reader and so on! –Yes Ben is included)

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A/N: This is my first ever TUA fic and I’m doing a series. WOw ambitious I know. Anyways I hope you enjoy! And tell me how you feel about it!

>>MASTERLIST<<

>>THE HARGREEVES KERFUFFLE SERIES MASTERLIST<<

READ: [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]

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On October 1, 1989, 43 women across the globe gave birth despite them not being pregnant when the day began. In news of this mysterious happenings, Sir Reginald Hargreeves immediately went out of his way to find as many of these special babies. He has successfully adopted 8 of these children and you were one of them.

One might think that when a person adopts not one, but eight kids would have so much love to give but they would be mistaken. Sir Reginald Hargreeves—Dad, was not a loving father. It would be a miracle for one to see the man show any other emotion apart from anger. Sir Reginald Hargreeves was distant and treated the children like they were experiments that the dynamic felt closer to a doctor/patient relationship. The children weren’t given actual names, only to be called by their numbers based on the order Sir Reginald Hargreeves had procured them. It was only when Grace, their robot mother insisted they have a real name, were the children given them. And so, the children were:

Number One - Luther Hargreeves

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves

Number Five – Five Hargreeves

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves

Number Seven – Vanya Hargreeves

And finally,

Number Eight - y/n Hargreaves

For 6 years, the only special thing about the children was that they were miraculously conceived and birthed within a day, the same day. However, on the 7th year , October 1 1996, more strange things started to happen to the children.

It first started with Ben at breakfast. Dad as usual is cold and strict more so in the early morning. ‘Sit up straight Number Six.’ He directed without even a glance up from his newspaper at hand.

‘Yes Sir.’

Beside him you place your hand on his and whispered, ‘You alright Ben? You look sick.’

He gulped. ‘Yea y/n.’ Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

‘You sure?’ you questioned, not buying it.

‘Umhmm never bett-----’

You expected vomit to come out but what happen next is something you would never though was possible.

Screams broke out everywhere.

You feel yourself being raised above the table. Looking down, you were 5 feet off the ground held by what seemed to be tentacles.

‘Take that!’ You hear some shout then a thud. Diego had brought down a knife to the tentacle that had suffocated him and in now laying on the floor covered in green blood.

The sight finally snapped you out of your shock, your fight or flight reflexes kicked in.

A quick sweep of your surroundings showed Five and Klaus on either side of you, they too are struggling with the ever-tightening grip of the monstrous arm.

While on the ground, Vanya and Allison are making their way to Ben in hopes of helping him control whatever all this that was coming out of his body. While Luther is fighting off the arms away from Diego who seem to have broken his leg from the fall.

Dad, Mom and Pogo are nowhere to be seen.

You move your head to the left, knowing that Klaus doesn’t do well in small spaces. ‘Klaus it’s okay buddy, Dad would find a way to fic this. Just breathe’ You choked out ‘Just breathe Klaus, everything’s gonna be alright.’

‘mmmm!’ That was Klaus’ only reply but you were thankful to see him to fidget less. He seemed to have taken your advice – how much of the second part of that advice be true, you genuinely don’t know.

You try to move your head to face the right towards Five but no dice. The arm was wrapping itself closer to your neck. ‘Five’ you call out, but it was barely a whisper. ‘five..’

‘Y/N!!’ Five’s scream was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

‘She’s broken a couple of ribs and sprained her neck. But’s she’s gonna be okay. Just needs time to rest.’

‘And how long would that time Pogo?’

‘She would need to say in bed for 2 to 3 months, Sir.’

You open your eyes and are greeted with blinding white light. Dad, Mom and Pogo surround your bed.

Grace tucks a stray hair behind you ear. ‘My baby, y/n. How are you feeling?’

‘Sore.’ You reply, noting the coarse sound of your voice. ‘How’s Ben? Klaus? Vanya?—’

Grace cut you off. ‘They’re all fine y/n. Though Ben is a bit roughed up.’ She says truthfully.

‘Number Six has appeared to have powers of summoning monsters with his body and he is currently under supervision.’ Reginald stated.

But something didn’t fit right. ‘But how did you calm him down? The whole fiasco back there was in total chaos?’ Voicing out all your thoughts and questions. ‘No one could get him to take back control, unless…..’ You couldn’t continue the thought. Your eyes go wide. There was no way. It was too harsh, but it was dad after all, he would do whatever means necessary to get what he wants.

Your dad smiles proudly ‘Ah yes. Y/n ever the cleverest of the bunch.’ You had observed that he had addressed you in your actual name instead of your number for the first time in your whole existence. ‘Unfortunately, I had to sedate Number Six. You do understand that it was the only way.’

You open your mouth to argue.

‘No buts, Number Eight!’ Ah and now we’re back to number, you thought.

‘I’ll have Grace by you side whist you recover and Pogo here would relay your recovery progress to me daily.’

He was almost to your door when he faced you again. ‘Oh and Number Eight, When you feel something different or unusual. Do inform me of it immediately.’ And with that he left.

‘Pogo? What does he mean by feel different?’ Your nerves go up, worried about your siblings. ‘Is anyone hurt?’

Pogo sighs, after much contemplation he begins ‘Y/n dear. Today’s happenings uncovered that there are stranger yet special things about you children.’

You nod, not wanting to interrupt but also wishing he would hurry up and continue.

‘Ben isn’t the only one who have gotten powers today. During the kerfuffle, Diego has shown skill with a knife, Luther immense strength and Five had shown ability to teleport.’

Once again you found yourself in shock.

‘Your father has gotten the idea that you children have varying power wish are “activated” so to speak when reached the age of 7.’

‘Haha-OW’ You clutch your side.

‘Careful y/n, try not to do sudden movements—yes and that includes laughing too.’ Mom says, caressing your cheek.

‘When can I see them?’

‘I’ll try to persuade Reggie to allow them for a visit dear. But now I need you to rest.’

Sibling Visits are limited to 30 mins a day, right before the bedtime curfew.

All your siblings (expect Ben who was still under strict supervision and is recovering himself) came to see you the following night.

Allison was the first one through your door and ran to give you a hug. ‘Y/n! We are all so worried!’

‘Aww thanks—OW OW OW’

‘Oops sorry’ releasing you from her death grip of a hug.

Seeing that movements still hurt you. The rest opted not to hug you, Klaus and Diego held your hand, Vanya is sitting on the edge of you bed, Luther gave you forehead a quick kiss and Five being Five, greeted you with the typical sibling teasing. ‘Glad to see you not drop dead in front of me.’

Diego showed off his leg cast and asked you to sign it, which you happily did so. Signing ‘Badass as always. -y/n’ beside Ben’s note of ‘Diego is cooler than Batman’

The 30 minutes consisted recaps of what happened the day before, the gushing of the boys showcasing their powers and debating on who’s the most powerful.

And just like that, the time was up and each had to go to bed. Everyone kissed your head for goodnights, even Five.

‘You know I love you right?’ His eyes softer than you ever seen before

‘I know’

‘You really scared me yesterday when you blacked out.’ Five had his tough façade down. ‘I thought you died y/n.’

‘But I didn’t.’ You reach up to wipe his tears away. ‘It’d take something bigger, if you wanna get rid of me.’

He chuckled. ‘Night, y/n’

‘Good night, Five.’

3 weeks had passed, and your siblings never failed to visit you. Over that time, Klaus and Allison had manifested their powers. Klaus can conjure the dead while Allison could ‘rumor’ people to her will.

Ben came by 2 weeks later. His color is back to normal, not like the blueish tint it had the last time you saw him. Though he still had a few remnants of bruises and scars across his arms and face.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He said leaning on your door frame.

‘Ben!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’m so glad you’re back up and running!’

Ben was caught off guard. ‘You—You’re not mad at me?’

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ You questioned, genuinely confused at your brother’s words.

‘Cause, Cause I almost got you killed. I am a monster.’

You sat up straight at those words, your ribs hurt a bit at the sudden movement, but you didn’t care. Your brother was blaming himself for something he couldn’t have controlled.

‘NO BEN!’

Ben jumped from your sudden outburst.

You motioned for him to come closer.

‘Ben…’ looking into his eyes. ‘Ben you are no monster.’

‘But—’

‘uuh uh I’m not done’ You held his hand in yours. ‘You are no monster what happened then was an accident, nobody knew, heck nobody expected powers to just show up. It was beyond anyone’s control. It took us by surprise.’

His shoulders relaxed.

‘It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened.’

He gave you a bone crushing hug. ‘Thank you y/n. You don’t know how guilty I was feeling.’ Voice muffled by your shoulder, which is now wet with his tears. ‘I kept thinking about the pain I caused you and I wasn’t allowed to leave my room even when I begged dad to see you and say sorry. y/n’

‘Shhh shhh’ Rubbing his back. ‘It’s alright Ben. What’s important is that we’re all here now. Alive, Safe and sound.’.

You still have a month left for recovery.

Only you and Vanya are the one left who haven’t had their powers revealed.

Dad had created a group called ‘The Umbrella Academy’ in which he trained your super powered siblings. He even given them codenames to go along with their newfound powers.

Number One - Luther Hargreeves aka Spaceboy

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves aka The Kraken

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves aka The Rumor

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves aka The Séance

Number Five – Five Hargreeves aka The Boy

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves aka The Horor

With this new training program comes with the downside of spending less time with your siblings. Your traditional Sunday afternoon sister bonding time Allison and Vanya is basically non-existent now. Sure the rest of siblings still drop by to check up on how you’re recovering but it is not as frequency as they once were- you totally understand though, it must be tiring to be part of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ but girl were you still hurt and wanted more than anything to be a part of it.

So, you spend most of your time with Vanya nowadays. You didn’t mind, it is nice to have someone along. Most of the time Vanya practices her violin in your room.

‘That was beautiful Vanny’ you commented after she finished a rendition.

‘Thanks y/n’ Her face flushed. ‘Maybe someday I’d be a famous violinist!’

‘I know you would.’ You say truthfully. ‘And I better get the best seats at your concerts okay? Nothing short of VIP treatment for your favourite sister!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Allison would get that.’ Vanya teased.

Placing a hand dramatically to your chest ‘uhh I am offended! I thought I was your favourite sister!’

‘well... you thought wrong.’ Vanya tried to keep a straight face but failed. ‘You y/n are the VVIP guest!’

‘Now that’s more like it.’

That night you were tossing and turning in your bed.

In the training room, huge boulders were being tossed onto Luther’s back. He currently had 3 on him. ‘More’ he cried. It was an impressive feat to see. A 7-year-old carry the what had to be at least 5 times his weight.

It was at his 6th block when his legs start to shake.

‘Straighten up Number One!’ Reginald voice came through the speakers.

‘I-I’

‘Fix your posture! And stop babbling!’

He was trembling all over, the weight was far too much and carried far too long for just a young boy.

Any second now, he is gonna be crushed by the boulders.

‘LUTHER!’ You screamed. Cold sweat was plastered all over your face. You were still in your room- but it all felt so real.

You look over to your bedside table, 9:07

Training would have started an hour ago. You had time.

You took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the training room. ‘STOP’

Reginald stood from his seat. ‘Number Eight. What in the world are you doing here?’

‘STOP! Luther is gonna get hurt please stop it--.’ Ignoring his question.

‘Number Eight, what are you talking about? Number One is doing perfectly fine!’ He gestured towards the front.

He was right. Luther looks fine. In fact it looked like it was carrying a light backpack instead of 3 boulders. ‘But- But I saw—’ Then it hit you 3 boulders. 3 not 6.

‘More’ You heard him cried out, just like you had in your nightmare.

You stared at Luther, how could this be?

‘I saw him sir, he is gonna collapse from 6 boulders.’

At this, Reginald took interest. ‘You saw?’

‘Yes, I-I must have dreamt it.’ You slumped against the free chair, defeated. ‘but it felt so real.’

‘Let me everything you saw, and don’t miss a single detail’

And so, you did. By the time you finished, Luther was with his 6th block.

It was exactly like how things went down in your dream. ‘No No NOOOO!’

‘Release him!’ Reginald called at the last second. Standing he faced you. ‘Now y/n dear would you please come with me.’

He didn’t speak again until you were both in his office. ‘It seems to me Number Eight that your powers have finally manifested.’

‘what—’

‘A slight delay compared to your siblings, but I presume that it was due to you recovering from your injuries that your body had focus on your recovery first then powers.’

‘What about Vanya? Would she have powers?’

‘It seems that Number Seven has no powers gained.’ Standing in front of you. ‘But no matter now, what’s important is that you’ve got them.’ He placed his hands on your shoulders. ‘You would do great things Number Eight. To see into the future is a valuable asset to have indeed. For this I shall name you Foresight.’

This was it! You own codename!

Number Eight - y/n Hargreaves aka Foresight.

‘I’m gonna be part of The Umbrella Academy?’ Overjoyed by your father taking pride in you that every other thought left your concern.

‘Yes Foresight. You will.’ Standing straight again. ‘However, your training would only start once you have fully recovered.’

‘Thanks Dad.’ Hugging him and for once showed the affection back.

You wish you could say that it was at this point where you and your siblings finally gotten a loving and healthy childhood. But you were wrong. Things only deteriorated from here on out with the Hargreeves household and by extension the dissolve of The Umbrella Academy.

END OF PART 1

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A Number Five request with #1 angst from the prompt list? if it’s not too much trouble <3 <3

1 - “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.” from this prompt list

Leaving

Five Hargreeves was not by all means, an ordinary child. He grew up in the Umbrella Academy and him along with his siblings quickly rose to fame as they fought countless missions together. It was still a shock as to how he had been able to befriend you.

Their father was a strict man who always had an eye on them, he had taught them everything they know and how to trick him. After a few trial and error, the siblings had perfected a dummy to place in their bed that would fool their father when they wanted to sneak out. With some makeup and wigs that Grace had lying around, they were able to disguise it to look like whoever wished to explore that night. With the monitor he attached to them while asleep, Ben and Five were able to hack into his system to loop the one from a week before so that he wouldn’t notice. This was how Five had met you

He had decided to sneak out and head to the local diner which your great-aunt owned at the time. You were helping her during the late shift when Five had entered. After serving him a donut and coffee - which you found odd considering his age but didn’t question - the two of you started talking. From that night on forward, the two of you made an effort to meet whenever possible.

Though this was originally meant for the two of you to just relax and be yourselves, arguments sometimes rose and today just so happened to be that day.

Five stood outside the diner waiting for his usual order; a donut and a large coffee. In his mind he was going over the plan he had come up with regarding time travel. He knew he was capable of doing it but the only thing stopping him was his father.

“Order for Hargreeves,” He heard your sweet voice say, breaking him out of his thoughts. You wore your usual smile as you held the bag and cup of coffee out for him which he gladly accepted.

“I’m gonna ask him today.” He told you as he took a sip of his coffee.

You cocked a brow at him, not quite understanding what he meant. “Ask him what?”

“About time travel of course. What else.”

Five was met with silence as your thoughts seemed to run wild. You remembered him telling you about wanting to learn time travel but always saw it to be dangerous and thought he was only joking. You never expected for him to actually plan on asking his father about it.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” You asked him.

“Well I’m embracing my power.Adapting as Father would call it.” He responded with a small smirk.

“But isn’t time travel dangerous? You’re still young Five, why don’t you wait a little longer?” You tried to reason, hoping he’d take your word for it and wait a few years or so before asking his father.

Unfortunately for you, he did not. “Don’t you want me to improve my power?”

“Five that’s not what I meant-”

“Well it sure does seem like it. I thought you out of all people would be happy to hear about this but apparently not.” He said as he started to walk away.

“And where are you going?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him walk away.

“I’m leaving. You clearly don’t seem to be happy for me so I’m leaving.”

“Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.” You muttered causing him to whip his head towards you.

“Oh that’s all I do? Alright, I’ll leave then.” He said and before you could even think of what to say or do, he was gone in a flash of blue light.

You thought he’d come back later tonight. Often your fights would last for the entire day but he’d always be back late at night except tonight was different. Instead of Five walking through the door, it was Ben who looked stressed to see you there alone.

Sliding him a plate with a donut towards him, you asked why he seemed so stressed. It was odd to him like this despite the few times you’ve met him.

“Five is gone. We don’t know where he is.” He replied and you quickly regretted almost everything you said today. From everything you said during your fight with Five to asking Ben. You regretted it all and deep inside, felt like it was your fault in some sort of way.

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innately-pretentious · 4 years

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Dating Klaus Hargreeves ❤️✨

A/N I’m back lads, and yes this is very long and super messy! Ik I’m super behind but I literally just finished the newest season of TUA and was feeling super inspired. Here are some headcanons for our favourite mess.

You probably ran into each other during one of his late night drug binges, finding him lying on the ground in your local park whilst you were clearing you head, his eyes were moving around, observing the stars in the night sky.

As you slowly approached him you became increasingly concerned, discovering that he was not only watching the stars but also yelling at the blank space next to him. You almost didn’t approach him, writing him off as another high person riding a wild trip, however, something told you to go and check up on him.

When you got next to him, interrupting his seemingly one-sided conversation, you asked him if he was alright.

Turning to you and muttering out a slightly coherent ‘yeah’, you insisted he sit and talk to you for a while, to unload whatever has got him so stressed out. You had nowhere to be and neither did he, that was how he found himself spilling the details of his extremely unique life to a total stranger until the early hours of the morning.

Nothing could prepare you for what he was about to unload, but when he is finished telling you about his family, his father, his powers, Ben and every other intimate detail he could think of, you knew you couldn’t just leave him here. After minimal persuasion on your part you drag him back to your apartment, making him some tea, putting him in the shower and getting him into bed.

Nobody had ever treated him this well, not even his own family. Now this stranger was showing him the greatest display of hospitality, he dozed off with tears in his eyes.

You watch him from across the room, this was probably the first good sleep he has had in a while. You didn’t know what drew you to this strange boy, but you were determined to help him.

He pretty much lived with you on and off for the next few months, hanging out with you multiple times a week. He discovered (with the help of Ben) his growing feelings for you, but he never wanted to act on them.

He is extremely shy initially with showing any signs of attraction towards you. Having been put down by his family for most of his life, he truly believes he will just eventually disappoint you. Ben has been bugging him to make a move for months, it is the first time he has ever seen his usually-confident brother act bashful. You would find yourself often initiating intimate acts or even talking about dating one another, due to his fear of dragging you into his mess of a life.

His insecurities do seem to fade as your relationship progresses, however, you often have to reassure him that his best is more than enough. You will always be there to pick up the pieces as long as he is willing to help.

However, when you do finally get together and comfortable, he is not shy about his displays of affection in any way! You often find that he always has to be touching you in some way. Placing his hand of your thigh while sitting next to each other, draping his arm around your shoulder, leaning into you when watching a movie, reaching for you in the middle of the night, half asleep. You almost wonder if he does it subconsciously. Pulling you into him for a quick kiss, even if it is in public. Not that you mind, you’re just glad he finally let his walls down for you.

Although he dislikes it in the moment, you make a point not to enable him. Instead you honestly ask him about his addictions and try to understand it, nobody has ever done this before. One of the proudest moments is finding him on your doorstep in the early hours of the morning, holding a fresh packet in his hand.

‘Take them, I’m gonna do them and I really don’t want to.’

You teared up at how far he has come, spending the night tangled in each others limbs, telling him how proud you were as he snuggled further into your waist.

Being there for him when his father dies, even though it really doesn’t take much of a toll on him, you tag along to make sure. When you finally meet his other siblings, you truly understand the reasons behind his addiction, often being pushed aside or ignored by his family members. The people that are supposed to care about him most, it takes a lot for you to hold your tongue.

Klaus can be quite a homebody when he wants to be, one of his favourite activities is just hanging around the mansion with you.

He loves finding you in the kitchen, drawn in by the smell of you making something delicious. He will come up behind you, arms snaking around your waist, head tucked into the crook of your neck.

He also loves to play his music loud, so the two of you can scream the lyrics to your favourite songs, dancing around the kitchen like idiots whilst simultaneously trying to cook a meal is a skill you have definitely acquired during your relationship.

Ben is completely in awe of you being able to steer Klaus in such a positive direction, he cannot be prouder of his brother. You often get Klaus to be the middle man in your conversations, even though the two of you have never met face to face, you honestly believe he is one of your close friends.

He introduces you to the clubbing scene, taking you out dancing every other weekend! You notice that he believes getting ready to go out is just as much of the fun, you both take turns picking out each others outfits. Blaring your favourite songs as you paint his nails or he does your eyeliner, leaving your bedroom in a massive mess that you would worry about tomorrow morning.

Dancing together in a packed nightclub, giggling as he attempts to spin you round, sneaking kisses here and there until the lights come on.

When Sunday comes around, you are both allowed to spend the day lazing in bed. Now Klaus is sober, he sometimes finds himself waking up before you. Finding you tucked under his arm in the morning is a dream, brushing your hair gently out of your face as he watches the sun pour in from a crack in the curtain. Nothing could be more blissful.

Occasionally you will wake up alone in bed, these days always make you slightly uneasy. Deep down you know Klaus is probably just downstairs making coffee or running a bath for the two of you, a small part of you can’t help but be scared he has relapsed.

He pretends he doesn’t notice, but his heart aches knowing that you still worry about him, even after all this time.

You always catch him staring at you, he is not really subtle about it either, even if you are concentrating on an important task.

‘Klaus I actually have to work this time!’

‘Hey don’t blame me! I can’t help it if you’re the best thing to look at.”

When you find out about the impending apocalypse, you make a pact to stick together til the end, desperate to get as much time together as possible. During this time he becomes even more protective, never straying too far away from you, even following you into different rooms of to need to go grab something. If any precarious situation arises, he pushes you back, using himself as a barrier between you and the action.

With Five botching the whole time-travel thing, you both find yourself in the 1960s.

When he first arrived in the alley with Ben, he began frantically looking for you, becoming almost hysterical as he felt really alone for the first time in a long time. It took almost everything he had not to raid the local liquor shop to just forget about his predicament for just a moment. Ben is the voice of reason for him.

‘Fuck off Ben, can’t I just feel numb for once, I’ve lost her alright?!’

‘This is the last thing she would have wanted and you know it.’

It’s not until a year later you see each other again. You were revisiting the town where you first arrived in the 60s, picking up some new clothes and planning to get back on the road. Klaus, on his way to the diner for a quick bite to eat could spot you anywhere.

You were shocked when you heard a bang on the shop window, looking up and finding the same hazel eyes you would never forget, Klaus.

He bust through the shop doors, not caring that he knocked over a few clothing racks as he bounded towards you, jumping into your arms. He smelt the same, cigarette smoke masked with fresh cologne.

Landing on the floor together, laughing with tears streaming down your face, you just hold onto each other. (The shopkeeper is yelling, but this is more important than some scattered clothes!)

Having lunch together and catching up on everything you had been up to. He was impressed with you living on the road, finding various jobs and travelling across America. Although the thought of you going out there alone made his stomach flip, scared something bad might happen. When he tells you about ‘Destiny’s Children’ you wish you could say you were surprised, but you really expected nothing less. Of course Klaus would do something as extravagant as this.

That night is one of the best of your relationship. Making up for a whole year of lost time, he holds you closer, your entire body on top of his, head resting on his chest as he lazily rubs circles on your back.

When you are about to pass out you hear soft sobs coming from under you. Sitting up and holding his face in your hands, you reassure him that you’re here, you’re ok, you’re not going anywhere and you’re going to be alright. He grips onto you tighter and sobs into your shoulder, overwhelmed with emotions about how you finally managed to find each other again.

The clinginess does not end there, a year is a long time! Refusing to let go of you waist when you try to get up, always having his hand in yours, picking you up and spinning you round in the pool etc.

He takes full advantage of shopping with you in the 60s, with the fashion being almost as loud as he is. Watching him dance in and out of the racks of clothing, throwing various garments for you to try on. He loves to sneak into your changing room to ‘help’ you change into your next outfit…

When Ben is gone, you are the sole person he goes to for comfort. Holding onto each other and reminiscing about the good memories you all shared. After that day promising not to cry over him anymore, instead you would happily remember everything the three of you went through, looking back at his life positively.

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First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

No one tagged me, but I saw it and thought it would be fun! I’ll tag @boostthatgold and @immaplatypus if you want to participate! No pressure obvs!

Also, as a disclaimer, I realized that many of my first lines are rather abrupt, simple sentences, so I put in the first few lines for some. I’ll be putting a “Keep Reading” a little bit of the way down!

Finally, if you decide you want to read one of these fics, be sure to read the tags!! Many of these contain angst and/or dark themes, but not all. Please heed the tags so you can make sure it’s right for you!

1. Purpose, Kurogiri & Tomura Shigaraki

“Do you trust me?” It was a heavy question to expect a young child to answer, but there was no way to avoid asking it.

2. Tuesday Morning Flowers, Ougai Mori/Yukichi Fukuzawa

As of late, Tuesdays had become Ougai Mori's favorite day of the week. There was nothing particularly special about it-- in fact, it was an arbitrary selection that didn't harbor much significance-- but he had given it meaning of his own volition.

3. Understanding Love, Ryuunosuke Akutagawa/Atsushi Nakajima

Ryuunoske Akutagawa understood hatred.

It was something he had been saturated with as far back as he could remember. Whether he was struggling on the streets or thriving in the Port Mafia, he was more than familiar with being the object of fear and hatred. Even more so, he was accustomed to dishing it out.

4. Unstoppable Force, Ranpo Edogawa/Edgar Allan Poe

They found him on the sidewalk.

Over the course of his life, Ranpo had seen more corpses than the average person would ever wish to. They rarely perturbed him; they were little more than another element to any given case he was working on. Gruesome scenes didn’t leave him fazed in the slightest. He’d seen where a knife had sliced through someone’s throat, bullets pierced their chest, or their body had been mutilated to the point of entrails seeing the light of day.

Never before had he seen a body look this peaceful .

5. In the Language of Flowers Ch 2, Teru Hanazawa/Shigeo Kageyama

Kageyama Shigeo liked Takane Tsubomi.

Teru knew that well enough. Hell, anyone who had spent a decent amount of time around Shigeo would know that. It wasn’t something he necessarily tried to hide.

6. In the Language of Flowers Ch 1, Yuusuke Sakurai/Megumu Koyama

Love; what a concept. It was easily the strongest force in the universe while simultaneously being the most volatile. Love could be a saving grace and everything someone needed; Love could be the most destructive weapon known to mankind when wielded as such.

7. Lovely, Hatchi Kita/Robby Yarge

Betrothal.

Hatchi had only been home for a short while before the topic was brought up again. It wasn’t new in the slightest-- he had always known that he would be paired off with some wealthy gentlewoman and that he was going to have to at least pretend to like it-- but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

8. Flawless, Katsuki Bakugou & Tsunagu Hakamata

“Ouch! Watch what you’re doing with that thing!”

“If you weren’t squirming around so much, you wouldn’t get poked as often.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

9. Where It Doesn’t Hurt, Tsunagu Hakamata/Keigo Takami

Heroism and death walked hand in hand. Any hero who insisted otherwise was either new, naive, or completely in denial. Hero society itself was born from the need to protect people against a new form of death and destruction that had razed the world upon the introduction of quirks, and it was impossible to separate the two.

10. Casual, Shouto Todoroki/Tenya Iida

Shouto was familiar with affection in theory . He knew what it was supposed to be like. When he was young, he experienced brief moments of loving kindness from his mother wherein she would kiss his forehead and run her fingers through his hair (the right side; he didn’t notice it at that age, but she always favored his right side).

11. Playing the Villain, Shuichi Iguchi & Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki

You can play with us, but you have to be the villain!

That was what the other kids said every time Shuichi approached them, costume cape tied around his neck and eager to join in with the other little ‘heroes.’ Even at only five years of age, he was more than familiar with that kind of discrimination-- that kind of unfairness -- but it never stopped him from going back to try again.

12. Running Out of Time, Hari Kurono/Kai Chisaki

Hari’s relationship with time was a unique one; that much, he could recognize without any issue.

13. Remembering Shirakumo, Kurogiri-centric, background Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako, background Shouta Aizawa/Hizashi Yamada

Being caught hadn’t been part of the plan.

14. Becoming Kurogiri, Kurogiri-centric, Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako, Kurogiri & Tomura Shigaraki

Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones: a deep, throbbing ache within him making his limbs heavy and distress swell up and spread to every extremity. The epicenter of his pain was positioned right above his eye, every awful feeling radiating out from that focused point. His head spun, rushing through empty thoughts faster than he could process their meaninglessness. The pain meant something; the weight meant something; this terrible, hurried static in his head meant something, but he could not place his finger on it. He was equal parts incoherent and consumed by his blank, dark surroundings and, had he possessed the bodily control to do so, he may have succumbed to nausea.

Move. Get away. You can’t stay here. You’re not safe. They’re not safe. You need to protect them. It’s too late.

15. Keepsakes Ch 3, Yogar Lyste/Kassius Konstantine

Minister Maketh Tua had died.

The news was laid upon him without ceremony or compassion, so he hardly had the bearings to comprehend it before the topic switched over. He could hardly ask for the information to be repeated-- no, he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on, seeing as he shouldn’t have been eavesdropping on a report between an ISB agent and a superior officer. Nevertheless, even if he weren’t intruding in such an unprofessional manner, his voice was nowhere to be found. Blood rushed from his cheeks, forgetting his limbs and turning him into an ashen grey statue as daunting, echoing thoughts boomed in his head.

16. A Quiet Night, Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako

Kurogiri hadn’t known quiet in over a decade. Ever since taking young Tomura Shigaraki under his wing, peace had become a foreign concept to the warp villain. If his hair could show from behind his smoke, each grey hair would tell the story of another late night where sleep just wasn’t an option; another close call that had him stitching up open wounds; another task placed on Shigaraki’s shoulders that he was still far too inexperienced to execute properly of which he often took the brunt of the consequences.

17. Same, Daniel/David or Daniel & David

“ This is for your own good. You’ll understand later.”

18. The Dark Knights, Bruce Wayne/Jeremiah Valeska

Killing Jerome Valeska the second time around felt too easy. The man had clawed and ripped his way out of hell, gasping through waves of shed blood to feed his madness, his entire being a reflection of everything perverse and rotten in the human soul. To be felled by a proverbial “fall from grace” was insulting.

19. Different, Jerome Valeska & Jeremiah Valeska, Jerome Valeska & Paul Cicero

Jeremiah was nothing like Jerome.

Even before they could speak, the boys couldn’t have been more different. Jeremiah would take the cheap, plastic blocks and pile them; Jerome would wait for the perfect moment to strike and knock them down. He would laugh; Jeremiah would not.

20. How to Lie to Yourself, Janus “Deceit” Sanders

Start with something simple.

Look in the mirror and hold your own gaze. Don’t break eye contact-- that’s a sign of weakness, even to yourself.

So, it looks like I definitely do have a pattern when it comes to opening lines. Out of these, I have to say that my favorite is either Unstoppable Force’s or Flawless’s line(s).

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Missed your touch

Just another little follow on from this series.

Warnings: Smut. Sorry if the Italian is wrong i used google.

WC: 981

Enjoy x

Sonny had always been a very affection person, even when you guys where just partners and friends. It was something that comforted him and helped him calm down. Working together there were always nights that you both worked late, but you both usually came home together or could catch a quick few minutes of alone time in the break, the on call room or holding hands in the squad car. Since Sonny had moved over to the DA’s office these moments became rare, especially in the last couple of weeks. Rafael was pushing Sonny hard with cases knowing what he was capable of and you were snowed under with work and often helping Amanda with the girls. The last couple of weeks had been the worst to date. Sonny was working another big case being guided by Rafael and you and the squad where working hard to crack a case and get enough evidence to take it trial.

The past couple of weeks you had both been passing ships, never actually catching each other, just calls and texts. That Saturday you had promised Jesse to take her to a new Plaster painting place that had just opened down the block from Amanda’s, having had an appointment time booked for nearly 3 weeks. You would never let Jesse down and would do anything for her and Billie, you and Sonny being their Godparents. You had chatted with Rafael and Sonny during the week and they both told you they would be working on Saturday so you didn’t feel as bad taking Jesse.

“Voglio solo che tu mi tocchi” (I just want you to touch me) Sonny whined over the phone.

“I know baby, me too. I miss you so much”

You had finally walked through the door hot and sweaty from the walk home and still slightly covered in rainbow glitter in the very late afternoon. Billie had just started furniture cursing. Neither you nor Amanda had noticed Billie pull herself up on the table grabbing a pot of glitter making her way back over to you throwing the glitter onto you and Jesse while you were helping her paint her mermaid. You even had it down your bra. You had showered at Amanda’s borrowing some cloth, but the glitter was still all over you, even after trying to scrub it off. You helped Amanda bath them both and gave them afternoon tea.

You toed your shoes off noticing Sonny’s work bag sitting near the front door. Excitement filled you that he was finally home having not heard from him most of the day. As you walked into the apartment you looking around not seeing him, when you heard the shower running. You walked to the bathroom, the door was slightly open and you let yourself in slowly.

Arousal instantly hit you when you saw Sonny’s silhouette through the steamed glass. He had his hands resting on the wall, his arms stretched out in front of him, his head bent down letting the water run over him and what looked like, semi hard. You quickly undressed licking your lips as you walked to shower door opening it,

“Hey Baby, watcha thinking about?” you said softly.

“You” he looked over his shoulder at you, you stepped into the shower behind him, pressing the front on your body into the back of him, wrapping your arms around his waist kissing his back. Sonny moaned at your touch and tried to turn around to face you,

“Stay as like that babe, put your hands back on the wall” Sonny done as you asked. You ran one hand up to his nipples rubbing small circles over it making it hard and done the same on the other. You then ran your hand down to his cock that was now rock hard just from the feeling of your body on his. “How didn’t I scare you?”

“I tried calling you, when you didn’t answer I called Rollins and she said you had left already”

“Oh” you said into his back with a smirk as you started to rub him from root to tip. Sonny moaned his head dropping forward.

“I’ve missed you” Sonny said softly “Mi è mancata la tua mano intorno al mio cazzo (I've missed your hand around my cock)” Sonny grunted out a chock when you slightly twisted your wrist around him as you made your way up his length.

He dropped one arm and putting his hand over yours, fastening your strokes,

“Were you imagining this Dominick? When I walked in, you were almost rock hard, this is why?”

Sonny nodded throwing his head back moaning and nodding. You knew he was close, his legs were starting to shake, his grip on your hand was getting tighter and his whimpers made you wetter. Sonny started to thrust his hips into your hand. You lent forward to the edge of his shoulder blade and started to suck onto his skin and reaching down with your other hand cupping his balls rolling them between your fingers,

“Fu- Baby- I” Sonny let out a roar and he came on your hand. You rubbed him through his release till he started to go soft. Still breathing heavy, Sonny spun around and wrapped you in his arms leaning down for an intense kiss, his hands making their way down to your ass cheeks squeezing them both, your hands resting either side of his neck. Sonny pulled back kissing along your jaw down your neck, along your collar bone and back up again to your ear. He let you go turning to turn off the water, you looked at him with your mouth slightly open frowning.

“You’ll be screaming my name later baby promise” He cupped your core running one finger up your opening “We need to get ready, Barba will be here soon with dinner”

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Light Fingers (The Umbrella Academy)

Diego’s vigilantism brings him repeatedly across the path of a young cat burglar. But as he finds himself developing feelings for the thief, he begins to wonder if there’s more to her than meets the eye, and whether they’re really on opposite sides. And as their relationship deepens, it brings with it a plot involving his estranged adopted father, and threatens to destroy all of them.

CHAPTER 13: DARKNESS FALLS

Word Count: 2362 Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader Rating: T Content Warnings: swearing, references to violence (canon-typical), heavy angst, sort of spoilers for TUA season 1? Cross-posted to AO3: here

Previous Chapter: Confrontation || Masterlist

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Two weeks after your visit to the Academy, and everything that followed, a headline caught your eye as you poured coffee for a couple at the diner. ‘Eccentric Billionaire Reginald Hargreeves Under Federal Investigation. Crimes include Smuggling, Arms Dealing, Fraud’ screamed out at you in bold black print and you barely managed not to scald yourself as your hand trembled.

Your mind was racing. It hadn’t seemed real, when you were making phone calls and “visiting old friends” and whispering in the right, or wrong, ears. It was a stab in the dark, that you never expected to amount to anything. But it seemed like someone, somewhere, had listened and moved on D.S. Umbrella and your father-in-law.

A bubble of elation built up in your chest. Unable to contain yourself, you yelled out that you were taking your 15, despite the earliness of the hour, and jogged down the street to pick up a copy of the morning paper for yourself. As you scanned the article, more snippets jumped out: “midnight raid,” “suspicious and hazardous materials,” “illegal within city limits.” They also mentioned looking into his accounts, heavy investigation into recent break-ins at the warehouse that authorities suspected were to cover up evidence, and a re-examination of the adoption records for his now infamous Academy of children. That last one made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t wanted to drag Diego or his family into any of this, and certainly not risk having his world flipped upside down. Still, there was hope nothing would come of that bit, and he would never have to be involved, and everything else was well worth it.

With a giddy giggle, relieved and stunned that things were going better than you could have hoped, you tucked the paper into your bag and returned to work, feeling lighter than you had in a while.

“This is insane,” Diego said, dropping onto the couch, head in his hands and the copy of the paper you’d brought home on the table in front of him.

“Is it?” you countered, sitting down on the far end and tucking your knees up to your chest. “We knew he was up to something…”

“But not this! Why would he raise us the way he did if he was a criminal?”

“Covering his tracks maybe? Or there’s something bigger here we haven’t put together.”

“You’re not even a little surprised by this,” there was something flat to his tone.

You shrugged, knowing that he knew you too well to deny it.

“What did you do?”

“Technically, nothing.” He fixed with you a firm, unamused expression that made you sigh. “I just talked to people. Gossip, anonymous tips, that sort of thing. I didn’t really think anyone would listen.”

His jaw clenched as he struggled to reign in his anger. “Who else did you talk to?”

“A few journalists, some law enforcement that Patch put me in touch with who wouldn’t ask too many questions, some folks in my line of work. That one clearly didn’t go anywhere, or we would have heard by now, especially if there’s an investigation too.”

“Thieves?”

“No waitstaff.” You rolled your eyes.

“What for?”

“I thought...I figured if some other crews went in, free looting, it would make it harder to figure out what we took, cover our tracks some.”

“That doesn’t make sense. He already knew we were there. Y/N, what aren’t you telling me?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s done now. I’m sure nothing will happen, the authorities are probably in his pocket, and if not...Prison for someone like your father isn’t even that bad. It’s a penthouse, just one with a 24/7 guard at the door.”

Diego looked annoyed but didn’t say anything else. You bit your lip, the silence tense over the two of you.

“I’m sorry, Diego. I just thought...it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

He grunted in acknowledgement. A moment later, he stood, silently getting ready for bed, despite the relatively early hour, and went to bed without a word. You waited, fighting back tears, still curled on the couch. You didn’t expect Diego to be thrilled the way you were that something was happening with Reginald, but you also hadn’t predicted this anger.

“Y/N,” he called softly, an indeterminate time later, making you jump. “Come to bed, sweetheart.”

Things in the household felt fragile after that, even the dog could sense that both you and Diego were tip-toeing on eggshells, waiting for the outcome of the investigation, like the Sword of Damocles.

And then it dropped, with a breaking news bulletin, one that made you almost grateful that Diego had a late night at the gym. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shuddering, as you watched an all too familiar building go up in smoke.

“No one knows what, if anything, was taken by the miscreants seen fleeing the warehouse shortly before the explosion, or why they chose to destroy the structure so definitively,” the news anchor said, the rest of her words blending into a drone in the back of your mind.

At some point, you fell asleep there on the couch, waiting for Diego to come home, startled awake in the morning when the door slammed shut.

“Diego?” you asked, frowning and rising to greet him. “Are you okay?”

He laughed bitterly, shaking off your hand on his arm and stepping away. “You’re really asking me that, Y/N? After everything you’ve done?”

“What are you talking about, Diego?”

“I’m not an idiot Y/N.”

“No but evidently I am, because I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about, baby.”

“Don’t,” he growled, shaking his head again. “D.S. Umbrella. Thieves, an explosion. You’re honestly trying to tell me you had nothing to do with it?”

“I didn’t! Not...directly!” you protested. “I promised you that I wouldn’t go after him, so I called in friends who could, who would.”

“How is that any different?”

“I...you said yourself that he was dangerous, and he proved that to me. And I got scared okay? I panicked, and when I saw a solution, I took it. Torch and burn, and salt the earth seemed like a good idea.”

“And Luther? Was he part of your plan or just an acceptable casualty?”

“What do you mean?” your frown shifted from one of upset to confusion.

“Pogo called, last night. Dad sent Luther to the warehouse had he got caught in your friends’ chemical explosion. He’s lucky to be alive.”

There was a slight hitch to his voice as he spoke, and you knew that despite the years of tension between them, hearing such news about his brother had shaken Diego badly. And you hadn’t been there for him. You reached out for his hand, to comfort him as you usually would before recoiling.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was supposed to get hurt.”

Diego scoffed in disbelief, nostrils flaring angrily. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because I don’t hate your brother, and I had no reason to want that. Because your father was the one who sent him in, alone and probably unprepared even though he knew better than anyone what hazards were in there. Because I’m your wife, and I wouldn’t lie to you, not when it mattered. Because I never wanted any of this, I just couldn't sit back and do nothing.”

“Why not? And give me a straight answer this time, Y/N.”

“While you and Luther were busy getting out all your boyhood aggression or whatever, I tried to find answers just like we planned. Only instead I ended up having a nice little chat with Reginald. And he said that everything was staged, that it was an audition. That I passed. And he threatened you, and he called the Academy a failed experiment.”

“You never said anything to me.”

“I didn’t know how,” your voice was sharp, pleading. “I have even less answers than I did when we started. All I have is that your father didn’t care about you, but he did about me, for something. He was willing to let you die to test what I could do. He was okay with the idea of hurting you to keep me in line. I...I had to protect you. So I did the only thing I could think of to do.”

“We’re s-supposed to be a team.” His eyes were still dry, but you could see the pain written across his features, and you closed your eyes against the sight.

“I know,” you said softly.

“W-w-we could have figured it out t-to-tog-gether if you had ta-lked to me…”

“We tried that Diego,” you wanted so badly to reach out for him. You hated that you couldn’t. Not now. “It had us spinning in circles.”

"So you just shut m-m-me out?" His lip quivered.

“Would you have done any differently?” you gave up on even trying to keep your own emotions out of your voice, tilting your head in question as you looked at your husband, the man you loved, and said words that you knew were breaking both your hearts. “Honestly?”

He was painfully silent, lips pressed together and eyes downcast as he considered your words, and what his answer would be. Rather than let the question continue to stew, you forged onward, almost afraid of what would happen if you didn’t.

“I’m truly sorry that Luther got hurt, and glad he’ll be okay. But I still stand by what I did. It was the right choice to make. If anything, it worked out better than I had hoped.”

“H-how could you say t-tha-that?” despite his stutter there was outrage in his voice now, raising the pitch to almost a shout.

“If it’s him or you, as far as I’m concerned, there’s no choice. I’m not sorry for that.” You shrugged. “And maybe almost losing his last loyal son will be enough to get your father to back off, to rethink, stop doing...whatever it is he’s doing.”

Diego’s body tensed and his eyes narrowed to a glare, the full fury and hatred locked inside suddenly directed at you. There was no trace of the pain in his voice now and it made your blood run cold.

“Luther’s an asshole, but he’s m-y family.”

“I know that, Diego. And I know how much family means to you. That wasn’t how I—”

“You know, you’re starting to sound a lot like my father.”

You stared at him, aghast.

“You’ve been just like him this whole time, haven’t you?”

“What?” you couldn’t keep the break and horror from your voice, didn’t want to.

“All this scheming and planning. Using the rest of us as puppets. It’s all about the so-called greater good. And screw anyone that gets in your way.”

“Diego, that’s not—” You tried to pull your emotions back into check but couldn’t. Hot, desperate tears pooled in your eyes before spilling down your cheeks.

‘Not what?’ you froze to ask yourself. ‘Not fair? Not true? Isn’t it though? Wasn’t he completely right, that you and Reginald were circling each other, playing a game with each other? Lay a trap, dance away from it. Steal a piece of information, change it’s meaning. Capture a bishop, sacrifice a knight. Move and counter-move. For months now.’

“I’m going to the gym tonight,” he said, making a dismissive gesture when you remained silent for too long. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He turned on his heel, throwing a few things in a duffle bag haphazardly.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” you said quietly as you watched him pack, rooted in your spot in the living room.

“Of course it was a mistake!”

“I don’t mean things with your father or D.S. Umbrella,” you took a deep, shuddery breath. “I...I mean us.”

“What?” his voice dropped, all the anger leeching away as he hesitated in the middle of folding one of his turtlenecks.

You took a shuddering breath, “None of this would have happened if we hadn’t gotten tangled up trying to pretend we fit together, in each other’s lives.”

“Y/N. Stop.” He shook his head, words clipped and forced. “Don’t say that.”

“Say what Diego? What we’re both thinking? I love you, so much. More than I can possibly say. But...I don’t think that’s enough. I was...we were better off alone. Everyone was.”

“That’s not t-true.” He took a step toward you and you took a step back. He looked like the world had just dropped out from under him.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Please?” you begged, voice and lip trembling. “If you can say that, after everything I’ve done, after all of this, I’ll believe you. But...don’t say if it’s not true.”

“That’s it?”

“I don’t know.”

Your gut gnawed at you, the still image of the burning warehouse catching in the corner of your eye. It felt like he was going to forgive you, even for a moment, for that, for Luther, and you couldn’t fathom that. And the more you spoke, the more you found yourself meaning the words. You loved him, and he loved you, and that could only hurt.

“I should go,” he said, half-heartedly, almost asking you to stop him.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

His keys rattled as he picked them up, and the door closing behind him seemed louder than you had ever imagined possible. It felt like one of his daggers was protruding from your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

“Diego, wait!” you called shakily, throwing open the door but not quite chasing him into the hallway.

He stopped but didn’t turn around. Silence hung like a wall between you. Your tongue felt like lead. What could you possibly say to undo what you had just done?

The minutes dragged on, the silence unbroken.

With a sigh you could almost imagine wafting back to flutter over you, he started to move again, and you stood there until his back disappeared. Only when he was truly gone, did you sink to the floor.

“Goodbye Diego,” you murmured, the words trailing off into a sob.

#And No One Lived Happily Ever After. The End #I mean technically there's an epilogue and some sort of sequel but this is the 'end'#the epilogue isn't going to make things better I promise #13 is an unlucky number right? :/#how to break your reader's heart (and your own) in 2.5k or less #an essay by Shye #Light Fingers #Diego Hargreeves x Reader #The Umbrella Academy fic

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 3 years

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Autumn Soulmate | Ben Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Ben Hargreeves x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2k

✦ Soulmate AU

✦ request(s) — Can you do a soulmate AU with Ben (from tua lol) where you have a colorful mark wherever your soulmate first touches you, and youve always been confused bc yours has always been like tentacle shaped or some other weird thing from a monster? ; could you do something Ben Hargreeves x reader picking apples from an orchard or going to a pumpkin patch? ; can you do watching Halloween movies and baking/eating those dumb (but delicious) pillsbury sugar cookies with little pumpkins on them with Ben Hargreeves x reader? & Can you do a fic for fall with Ben Hargreeves, just like sipping hot cocoa or apple cider or something while reading books next to each other?

✦ warnings — angst, mentions of a shootout, mentions of food and drinks, reader is a botanist, fluff.

✦ author's note — I changed a few things from the requests to make them all fit here, but nothing too drastic.

✦ author's note II — this is late, I’m sorry!! But in my defense, apart from health issues getting in the way, I only started getting a taste of autumn last week.

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Your shoulders itched as you followed your sister through the pumpkin patch. She was getting picky over the pumpkins she wanted to buy for her son to carve.

The pumpkins were supposed to be a surprise for the kid with it being the first time he would be allowed to carve a pumpkin and all.

Rolling your shoulders, you pointed at a medium-sized pumpkin. “What about that one?”

She tilted her head, long hair flowing backward as the air breezed it. Why were your shoulders and back feeling so hot if cold air was hitting both of you?

Could it finally be...

You had had so many false hopes that you wished your heart wouldn’t skip that way still every time your shoulders warmed up.

Every time you were sure your soul marks were telling you your soulmate was close, and every time you became disappointed.

Often, you traced the tentacles embedded on your skin, bright in color and without texture. You wondered if your soulmate would like them if you ever found them — and most of all, you wondered why you had such strange marks.

Did they work with octopi? Or perhaps you had misunderstood the shapes and they were something else? Yet the thing you wondered the most was how had you met them, who could’ve touched both of your shoulders when you were a teen?

And why didn’t you remember them?

You lost sight of your sister which you should’ve expected. She was always quicker than you, and too antsy to stay in the same place for too long.

Taking off in order to look for her, you encountered what you assumed to be a family. The seven of them were obstructing the path so you cleared your throat.

All of them turned to look at you as if on cue. You couldn’t make their faces out, six out of seven faces blurred out and you only could see warm eyes and a bright sunflower.

“Well, are you passing or what?”

“Five,” the man you had been staring at chastised. He stepped towards you, hesitantly offering his hand. “I’m Ben.”

You gave him your name, pressing your palm on his to shake his hand.

The second it happened, you knew he felt it too. Your skin tingled and goosebumps erupted all over your body — your shoulders scorched for a moment yet you didn’t find the sensation unpleasant.

And then, Ben smiled at you — the biggest and loveliest smile someone had ever thrown your way.

“Did I do that?” you wondered out loud, unable to take your eyes off the side of his neck.

He nodded. “You don’t remember? I was trying to move you out of the way in that shootout and you grabbed me.”

“Well, I remember that day,” you blurted, “but not you. You had a domino mask on and—“ you interrupted yourself with a sigh. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, it was something horrible to go through.”

Yeah, it was. You lost your little brother that day. Which you were sure Ben knew because his smile faltered. You gave him a smile of your own, small yet genuine.

He understood that it was fine, that changing the subject would be for the better. “What’s up with the flower, though?” After a pause, he assured you, “I mean, I like it; I’m just curious.”

“Oh! I’m a botanist,” you explained.

Before you could say anything else, one of Ben’s siblings approached you both, dressed in a colorful outfit and sporting sunglasses probably due to a hangover.

“We’re leaving.” He took a long look at you then dragged his eyes back to Ben. “You can stay here and flirt all you want, though.”

“They’re my soulmate,” Ben announced.

“Oh my God!”

Slender arms wrapped around your neck, startling you. The hug was enthusiastic, warm, childlike.

“Klaus,” Ben chastised yet another one of his siblings but unlike Five, Klaus only hugged you tighter instead of ignoring him.

You hugged back, timidly saying hi. Klaus shook you from side to side, elated. You wondered if your sister would be as happy for you as Klaus was for Ben.

When you were finally let go of, you smiled at both of them. Perhaps meeting your soulmate was doing things to you because while you had always been polite, you had never smiled so much in such a short amount of time.

“I’ll tell the others, Romeo.” Klaus patted Ben’s back. As he walked away from you, giving you his back, he yelled, “Be safe, children!”

“I’m so sorry,” Ben chuckled. “Klaus is... well, Klaus. I don’t know how to explain it, or him, better said.”

“I’m guessing not all of your siblings are as enthusiastic?” you half-asked, hoping he wouldn’t mind that you were looking down at your phone.

You typed in a flash, letting your sister know what was going on. She didn’t reply instantly, but that was expected of her.

“They’re all good people,” Ben sighed, “messy, but lovable each in their own way.”

Your sister’s reply came in before you could come up with anything to say to him.

Have fun. Text me if you need me to get you out of there.

Of course your older sister would say that, ever the protective one. She too was a little messy, and extremely lovable. It seemed that Ben and you surely had things in common.

The two of you continued walking through the pumpkin patch, talking about yourselves instead of looking at the pumpkins — his siblings had already picked a few, just like your sister.

“I feel bad that your family bonding time got cut short because of me,” you admitted. “Are you sure you don’t want to join them? We can meet up any other day.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll understand. They know for how long I’ve been looking for you.” He stared off behind you, biting down his bottom lip. His eyes fell on you then and he said, “I’ve never picked apples from an orchard.”

You craned your neck, observing the red apples looked perfect, as though out of a painting. “We’re gonna need a basket.”

The slight chill in the air prompted you to drape the hood of your jacket over your head, afraid it would rain. Ben huffed a laugh beside you, fixing your hood with his free hand. He carried the basket in the other, excited to pick apples from an orchard for the first time.

He climbed the ladder, inhaling the sweet earthy scent as he admired the beautifully contrasting colors. Ben tilted his head, examining the apples closest to him.

Hesitantly, he touched one. “Do you like this one?”

Nodding, you told him, “Pick whichever you like, Ben.” You smiled in assurance at him once he looked down at your figure, watching him drop the apple in the basket.

You didn’t understand how or why, but Ben seemed to stay still for a moment. You were positive he was staring at you, and the only thing you could do was smile even bigger.

He almost started babbling there, he caught himself before his tongue slipped. Ben wasn’t good at complimenting people, and the only thing he could think about was that your smile and the way it made your eyes lit up made him feel calm.

He snapped out of it and went back to the task, giddy.

You saw him grow more comfortable once he had picked a couple of apples. Ben filled the basket with sweet red apples, handing it to you as he stepped down the ladder.

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You carried two mugs with you as you stepped into your bedroom. Closing the door with your hip, you approached him in gentle steps.

Ben looked up, immediately placing the book he had been reading down onto his lap, keeping it open with his thigh. “Thank you, love,” he said softly, taking the warm ceramic you were offering to him.

He inhaled the sweet smell of hot chocolate, blowing onto the lip of the mug in hopes that he wouldn’t burn his tongue.

You waited for him to take a sip before sitting on the bed. As the mattress dipped while you made yourself comfortable, Ben watched you.

He had called you earlier, asking if you would be home soon. He needed to unwind after a bad day. At first, he felt silly, but you didn’t find his complaining pointless nor childish as he had.

You placed your hand on the back of his head, feeling the tense muscles. Softly, you massaged the area with your fingers, applying the lightest of pressures.

And so you found a rhythm, you would stop the movement while he sipped hot chocolate and would take the opportunity to sip your drink, and when he would put the mug down, you would continue the massage.

Once the mugs were empty, Ben slid his arm around your shoulders, bringing your head onto his shoulder.

He picked the book with his free hand and held it closer to you. “Read it to me?” he whispered, “I love the sound of your voice.”

You were halfway through the book when Ben’s arm grew heavy on you, his head falling on top of yours.

Putting the book to the side, you carefully helped Ben lay down on the bed. Throwing the duvet over both of your bodies, reaching over to turn the lights off, you made yourself comfortable too.

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You woke up way earlier than Ben — a force of habit. He hadn’t stayed over many times yet, but you always would let him sleep as much as he needed.

Still, a couple of hours later, he wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, kissing your cheek in greeting.

You craned your neck, smiling at him. “Good morning.”

“Morning. What’s the plan for today?”

“I wanted us to go find last-minute Halloween costumes, but I was going through my movie collection,” you motioned to the boxes in front of you, resting on the dining table, “and I found the horror classics!” You sang, “Sooooooo, we’re baking sugar cookies and having a movie marathon.”

He whined. “You know I’m bad at cooking anything that needs measurements.”

“Baby, the dough is pre-made.”

His eyes lit up. “So we’re having warm cookies without having to measure, or knead, or wait a ton?”

You giggled, nodding. “And they're really cute; they have little pumpkins in the middle. They’re in the fridge if you wanna look at them.”

“Later,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Have you already picked which movies we’re watching?”

“I was waiting for you.”

His heart skipped a beat. Ben held you flush to his chest, staring at the movie titles before him as you placed your hands on top of his.

Each of you took turns to pick a movie. Begrudgingly, he let go of you in order to walk into your kitchen. You had been right, he admitted when he opened the fridge, the cookies were really cute.

You placed a baking tray on the counter, letting Ben arrange the cookies. You only reminded him to space them up and nothing else, busy with making sure the oven was pre-heated.

“Cookies for breakfast, cuddles, and Halloween movies...” he sighed deeply. “Sounds like the perfect day.”

“Yeah? Who said you would get any cuddles?” you asked teasingly.

He playfully frowned. “No cuddles? What is this? Hell?”

You chuckled, sliding the tray into the oven. As you stood straight, you felt Ben reach for you. Allowing him to pull you closer, you turned to face him.

“I’m so happy I found you.” He kissed your forehead, hugging you by the waist.

“Me too.”

“Yeah? You’ll give me cuddles because you’re happy to have found me, then?”

“You already know I will, don’t you?”

He hummed, smiling down at you as you shifted to gaze at him. God, he really loved your eyes. “And I’ll hug you tighter if you get scared.”

You knew he would.

#ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x plus size reader #ben hargreeves

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faithfulcat111 · 3 years

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Okay, not gonna lie, I am an absolute sucker for the TUA AUs where Five manages to get out of the apocalpyse after like a couple years being stuck there, so I'm sharing some of my favourite headcannons since I can't do any cosplay until the last part of my apocalpyse!Five costume comes in (just needed the hat, as i freaking owned everything else). Anyways, here we go:

-He figures out the equations and jumps back, lands at the same time in 2019, blah blah blah

-When Five first sees his siblings, he just stares. It takes him an embarrassingly long amount of time to remember he has to speak out loud for other people to understand him.

-He definitely has communication issues. Only being gone for two years and talking to Delores means they aren't super severe. And he can read and write no problem. He bad to keep those skills up to work on his equations to get out. But he definitely has a hard time talking to his siblings and expressing his needs.

-Howver, he is much more touchy than he was before he left. After he gets over his shock of seeing his siblings alive, he just barrels into Vanya and doesn't let go. It is a bit much for him as well. He hasn't touched a living human in two years.

-It is also super gross cause Five is a dirty boy. Water was rare so like hell was he gonna waste any of that precious supply of cleaning himself when it could be used for drinking. He is covered in so much grime and dirt and ash.

-They eventually get him inside and he pulls his scarf down to drink the water they get him. He has to stop for a moment cause this is the first time he has breathed fresh air in years. It is incredible. There is red around his mouth. It takes him awhile to remember it must be from the strawberry jam he finished last week.

-Because, he is still attached to Vanya, Alison and Diego find the materials to his favourite sandwich growing up. Five is distrustful at first, bread went bad very quick in the apocalpyse, but he snatches the peanut butter jar and starts shoveling it in cause food. Diego has to physically stop him and make him use a spoon instead of his fingers cause that is disgusting please stop Five.

-Alison has to stop him eating very shortly after cause he looks like he's gonna be sick. After just a few spoonfuls. Which is scary.

-Next order of business is getting him clean, which is difficult cause it means separating Five from at least some of his siblings. And they all quickly discover that Five is very anxious about whatever siblings are not in his immediate line of sight.

-Eventually, they attach him to Klaus instead (Vanya goes with Alison to find a clean shirt for Vanya and clothes for Five. Neither of them even think to go to Five's room to grab a uniform). Klaus and Diego get Five to the bathroom and realize just how many layers their definitely little brother is wearing. And while the top layer is filthy, at least it is whole as the layers underneath are full of holes and burn marks.

-Five removes from his top coat the two things he brought with him from the apocalypse: Vanya's book and a small cloth wrapped object. Both are very carefully set aside. Diego makes some sort of snide comment about the book, Five actually growls. Their brother is slightly feral.

-Near the bottom layer is a nasty looking button-up. The two think nothing of it until they see the 5 stitched into the label. It is the last piece of his old uniform he was able to keep. The entire pile of clothes is shoved into the hallway to later burn.

-Five is actually amazed as the sight of clean, running water. It had been so long. Then he started freaking out about the wasted water. Eventually they get him clean.

-Five's hair is long. And greasy. But Luther is getting antsy about Veggie's funeral. So Five just gets put into some of Klaus's childhood clothes the girls unearthed and a beanie.

-it is at this point that Five thinks to ask about the date. Cause Veggie died approximentally eleven days before the end of the world. And they are now having his funeral a few days later. And he begins to panic.

I got way more stuff, but this took two hours to write and we are now picking up at work, so I'll make a new post whenever it slows again tonight.

#five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #some bits are definitely inspired by stories i read #but i have thoughts #and inability to write when it isn't bullet style #so here we go #five leaves apocalpyse early

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euphoniumpets · 4 years

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Hi👋🏻👋🏻 Can I request a fic for Diego from TUA? Where he leaves the academy with the reader when they’re teenagers, to have a life of their own together, and they return years after for the funeral and the rest discover that they’ve gotten married and have kids? Some fluff and soft Diego😍

also, yessss, this request is everything!!! i love diego and all of the hargreeves family deserve some happiness and love.

‘‘mommy! daddy!’‘ those were the first voices that woke you and diego up from your sleep. you could feel the strong arms that wrapped around you tightly when you heard a groan from diego who had his head on your shoulders. turning your groggly face around, you met up your twins who were trying to get up from the bed you two were currently in.

you let out a chuckle towards his actions before you turned around and saw benjamin jump on the bed. ‘daddy, wake up!’’ he whined as he tried to shake diego. ‘’alright, i’m up!’’ diego mumbled tiredly before he kissed you on the cheek as he lifted benjamin up which made him let out a surprised yelp.

you chuckled towards the boys when lily snuggeled closer to you. it seemed years ago when you and diego decided to leave the umbrella academy at your own. for the couple of months, it was hard. you got to work in a diner to save up for an apartment that could suit for both of you and diego had to work almost everyday to get your perfect life that you guys always wanted.

when you discovered that you were pregnant, diego wanted ot marry you. the two of you didn’t had a big ceremony, it was simply just you and diego.

after you went home on your night shift yesterday, you walked past by a tv store where you saw the death of your father. you didn’t know how you would feel that your father was dead. but deep inside you, you knew a small part of you were happy that he was not in your life anymore.

‘‘good morning, my love,’‘ diego muttered next to you as you smiled. ‘‘morning,’‘ you replied before you let out a tired yawn. he chuckled before h planted a kiss on your lips when you heard the twins wrinkle their noses in disgust and whine. ‘‘euuww, mommy and daddy are kissing!.’‘

‘‘i’m gonna go and make some breakfast, you want some coffe?’‘ you asked him as diego nodded. ‘‘yeah, sure,’‘ he replied before he turned to look at the kids. ‘‘go and follow mommy to the kitchen, she’s gonna make some breakfast,’‘ he informed them.

‘‘yay!’‘ the eleven years olds cheered as you shook your head. you walked out of the bed as you took one of diego’s old shirt and put it on before you walked into the kitchen and made some fresh coffee.

your phone ringed as you saw it was vanya. ‘’hey, vanya,’’ you replied as you began to make some scrambled eggs. ‘’hey, is diego with you?’’ she wondered. ‘’he’s in the bathrom,’’ you replied.

you knew diego was still angry at vanya after when she wrote the book. you, of course, also was angry at her but she was your sister. you understood her pain and the suffering she had to go through. diego wasn’t very happy when you decided to forgive her.

‘‘did you heard the news?’‘ she asked you as you let out a sigh.

‘‘yeah, i did, last night when i was walking home,’‘ you informed her. ‘‘did you guys have decided a funeral yet?’‘

‘‘yeah, luther had told me that the funeral will be in two weeks,’‘

‘‘how did everyone take the news?’‘ you asked her. ‘‘i don’t know, i still haven’t heard,’‘ you nodded in understanding before you heard benjamin shout your name. ‘‘mommy! i’m hungry,’‘ he whined as you smiled before you placed the scrambled eggs on their plates. ‘‘i’m finsihed soon, bennie,’‘ you replied.

‘‘listen, sorry, vanya, i need to go,’‘

‘‘yeah, i understand, we see each other later,’‘

two weeks had gone and the two of you were at the academy. lily held your hand while benjamin held diego’s as the two of you stared at the building. the twins didn’t knew why they were here but they were excited to meet their uncle and aunts.

‘‘did you had to bring that suit to the funeral?’‘ you asked him as you gazed over his outfit. ‘‘at least i’m wearing black,’‘ he responded as he glared towards the building. you knew that diego had a hard time dealing with this so, you decided to give him some space.

you knocked several times on the door before the door opened and you saw the familiar apeman. ‘’pogo,’’ you greeted him. ‘’diego, y/n,’’ he replied softly as the four of you walked inside.

when you walked inside, the two of you were instantly greeted by your mother. ‘’mom,’’ you responded softly as she smiled towards you. ‘’welcome back, y/n,’’

‘‘hi mom,’‘ diego replied when he walked towards her. the two of them greeted each other when you heard benjamin’s voice. ‘‘mommy, daddy, who’s that?’‘ he asked as diego smiled. ‘‘mom, i want to introduce you to my children, benjamin and lily hargreeves,’‘ he replied as the kids hid behind your legs.

‘‘it’s okay, she won’t hurt you,’‘ you replied softly as grace sent them a kind smile. ‘‘i was going to make some cookies by myself but i figured out it would be better to have some company,’‘ she replied as she looked at them.

the twins eyes lit up when they first gazed over you for premission. nodding softly, the twins instantly ran towards grace.

you let out an annoying sigh when you watched your husband walk closer to luther. it hasn’t even been minutes and the rest of the siblings argued with one of another. ‘’diego, let it go,’’ you demanded him sternly as he shook his head.

‘‘no,’‘ he replied as he turned to you before looking at luther. ‘‘i want to see how this goes,’‘ he growled as he looked luther dead in the eyes. ‘‘mommy, daddy! look, i made some cookies with aunti grace!’‘ benjamin’s voice echoed through the room as everybody stopped.

the rest of the hargreeves siblings looked confused except for vanya and klaus. ‘’it is great honey, did you have fun with aunty grace?’’ you asked him as he nodded toothfully. ‘’where is your sister?’’

‘‘she is still with aunt grace in the kitchen!’‘ he answered cheerfully, unknown to him that he couldn’t feel the thick tension in the air. ‘‘wait, did he say mommy and daddy?’‘ allison asked when benajmin saw klaus. ‘‘uncle klaus!’‘

‘‘hey there buddy!’‘ klaus greeted him.

‘‘since when you had kids?’‘ allison asked as she looked between you and diego. ‘‘and since when diego was a father?’‘ luther asked. ‘‘since now,’‘ he replied as you knew it was going to be one of a hell of family renuion.

#diego hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy #Allison Hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves

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