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[callmelinamfsnow]

“Now or Never”

(Aged Up) Five Hargreeves x F!Reader Warnings: NSFW, light mentions of wounds and blood. I wanted to put this out as soon as possible so it has not been fully proof read/edited. This is also like 3,000 words

Summary: Diego causes you to get hurt, much to Five’s displeasure. After taking care of your wounds he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels.

“Ow, ow- Five” you whined as he cleaned up your wound. “Sorry but I wouldn’t have to be doing this if you’d just listened to me” he said matter a factly before dropping the used rag into a metal bowl. “Cannot believe you listened to Diego, out of all people, instead of me and look” he continued as he stood up to throw away the bloody towels. “I thought he was going to be able to pull it off” you managed to let out, guilt and embarrassment starting to fill your chest. “He-” “He is an idiot (Y/N)!” Five snapped, slightly slamming the bowl he had in his hands on the table, “He almost got you killed out there so do not try to defend whatever dumb ass plan he had!”. You’d jumped at the noise, hissing in pain at the sudden movement .

His eyes immediately softened at the sound before letting out a sigh. He shouldn’t be snapping at you like this. Especially when it was neither your fault nor were you the person he was actually upset with. Diego on the other hand better hope this Kugelblitz gets him before Five does. Instead of listening to what Five had said Diego decided to try and be the hero and come up with some bullshit, half thought of plan that you agreed to help with because of whatever reassuring bullshit he told you. Though part of him wanted to be upset over the fact that you believed said bullshit, it never lasted. The weight of you on his lap plus the sniffles you’d kept letting out a constant reminder that you’d gotten more than your fair share of karma. Which is why when Diego even tried speaking in either of your directions he was immediately put behind a wall of siblings and Lila who all knew exactly what Five wanted to do to him for causing you to get hurt. It did help when he heard Lila both physically and verbally digging in on him over how he’d fucked up.

“Sorry” he sighed, looking down and cleaning his hands on a dry towel before walking over to you. “I’m just-… we’ve been dealing with enough shit as it is and the last thing I need is you getting seriously hurt because of my dumb ass brother” he continued as he walked over and sat down on the bed next to you. “I’d probably completely lose it at that point” he admitted, helping you get in a more comfortable position. Five watched you for a second, double checking that you were comfortable before continuing cleaning your wound. It wasn’t that bad, thank goodness. Just a somewhat deep cut on your arm and a few scrapes on your abdomen. But in the moments before he was certain what all was wrong with you, felt like all the hard work he’d been putting in these past weeks had gone to shit and the entire world was ending. “Here let me finish” he mumbled, squeezing the water out of the towel, and taking your arm in his hands gently. You both stayed silent, Five wanting to let his confession sink in but you hadn’t thought much of it. “I’m sorry for not listening to you” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small pout. He returned a crooked smile and let out a quick breath through his nose, “don’t worry about it (Y/N). Just don’t listen to an idiot over me” he chuckled. “Well you seem to think everyone is an idiot compared to you” you countered with a small smile. “Which is precisely why you should always listen to me” he teased and finished cleaning up the wound on your arm before reaching for the gauze and medical tape to wrap you up. “This is gonna hurt so I’ll try to be quick” he warned before going to tighten the wrap he was making. You let out a shaky breath and nodded, closing your eyes in preparation for it.

Five’s heart clenched in pain with you when he heard the whimpers you’d let out.

‘‘Fucking Diego’’ he mumbled to himself as he finished it, gently letting go and setting your arm down. “Okay, now let me just clean up the ones on your abdomen and you’ll be all done” he threw away the excess and then turned back to you expectantly, “you’re going to have to take your, uh, shirt off so I can get to them”. Your eyes went wide as you felt the blood rush to your face, “oh… right” you nodded. In all honesty you didn’t feel extremely confident about that considering you had a bit of a crush on Five, but of course the timing was never right considering the world was ending. Plus you’re pretty sure he didn’t feel the same or was even capable of feeling those feelings. Therefore, this was a very awkward moment, but if you hesitated any more it’d be suspicious.

“O-okay” you sighed shakily and took off your shirt, placing it next to you. At least you had a sports bra on. Your eyes avoided Five’s for a second, which he didn’t mind considering he got lost taking you in. He blinked his eyes to snap out of it, walking over to you, and resting his knee on the bed to steady himself when he leaned over. “Well these don’t look as bad as I thought” he mumbled, softly running his fingers over some of your bruises and wounds, causing you to shiver and giggle. “Does that tickle?” Five smirked at you, fingers still hovering over your skin. “If I say yes are you going to tickle me?” “Maybe a little…” he mumbled, making you whine his name out in protest, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at it. “Okay, okay I won’t…” his smirk told you otherwise and you were proven right when he tickled you lightly for a few seconds, “okay now I won’t”. “Are you going to clean me up or torture me?” You pouted and he chuckled, nodding his head. “I wouldn’t exactly call it torture but I get the message” he’d started to clean the blood up first before disinfecting it with alcohol and bandaging you up.

Five couldn’t help but continue to drag his eyes all over you as he did. In truth, Five shared the same feelings as you did, but chalked it up to hormones until he hallucinated kissing you. Since then he could barely stand to be without you for too long. His hands kept finding their way onto you in subtle ways. He’d take every opportunity to be as close to you as possible. Hell he was thrilled whenever Klaus asked if you could come on the road trip too.

“Oooo let’s bring (Y/N)!! It’ll be nice having a pretty face to look at while on the road” Klaus clapped happily when Five agreed to join him. “I’ll even leave you guys to spend some time together” he said with a knowing smile. Five glared at him a bit but nodded, “I’m sure she’d prefer that than staying with those idiots”. “Great!” Klaus smiled before going to ask you.

You, on the other hand, were having trouble controlling your breathing as Five continued to touch you. His hands were a bit rough from fighting and his cold fingertips didn’t help with the shivers he was pulling from you. “I’m almost done” he mumbled as he was finishing up bandaging. “Alright you’re all done princess” Five hummed, the nickname slipping from his lips involuntarily. “Princess?” You asked, blushing and Five’s eyes went a bit wide. “Uh, sorry it just kind of slipped” he apologized and went to throw the trash away. “No it’s okay. I like it” you smiled, grabbing his arm before he got up. “I do too” he mumbled, eyes glancing to your lips. Fuck he wanted you. He wanted you to be his princess. To sleep on his chest, while he played with your hair and rubbed your back. He wanted to kiss every inch of your body until you were annoyed and pushing him off.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked as he sat down fully on the bed next to you. It was now or never. “Oh, um, thank you” you mumbled a giant smile gracing your face, “you too”. Oh my gosh why did you say that? Who says that? “Thanks” Five laughed and looked down at your hand. At least he found it funny. “No wonder I can’t stop thinking about you” he said clearly, his eyes moving to look at your shocked and confused ones. “What do you mean?” You asked, your brain unable to comprehend what he was trying to say. He just chuckled at you and shook his head, “I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked in that flower dress you had to wear in Dallas, or how beautiful your laugh sounds even your so called ‘ugly one’”. Your face must’ve looked like a stoplight the more he spoke but you couldn’t seem to care much. “I can’t stop thinking about how soft your lips must be” he mumbled as he gripped your chin lightly and ran his thumb over them. “About how you feel pressed against me” he’d slowly started to get closer to you, “and I don’t want to keep acting like I don’t”. You were too stunned to speak for a moment as you looked up at him. “And I’m hoping you feel the same” he added. “I do” you squeaked, finally finding the strength to speak.

As soon as you agreed he crashed his lips against yours. Immediately moaning against them while his hand moved to cup your cheek. Your lips felt even better than in his hallucination. Five had started to lean closer against you, deepening the kiss as he did. You had to pull back after you ran out of breath, but he just kept kissing down your neck. “Mmm Five” you whimpered, tilting your head to the side for him. His hands started roaming your body carefully, not wanting to hurt you. “ I love the way you sound saying my name like that” he groaned against your chest, softly kissing the wounds he came across. His lips were surprisingly smooth, not perfect, but for someone with his lifestyle. “Do it again for me princess” he mumbled before lightly grazing his teeth against your skin. “Oh fuck Fiveeee” you whined and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Good girl” he hummed and fuck if you weren’t wet before you sure as fuck were now.

“You like that? When I call you good girl?” He asked as he squeezed your hips, telling by the way you gasped. “Y-yes” you nodded and pulled back to look at him. “So am I the only one that’s going to be shirtless?” You pouted as you looked over his fully clothed body. “Alright, alright” he chuckled and sat up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he looked down at you with those piercing green eyes. “Fiiive” you whined at his teasing and unbuttoned the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, causing him to laugh. “You can keep going if you want princess” he winked at you and you were more than happy to comply. You almost ripped off his belt and threw it on the ground before going to unzip his pants. You paused though, deciding to get back at him for his teasing and palming his erection. “Fuck (Y/N)” he groaned lowly, biting his lip as he continued to look you in the eyes. “Yes?” You asked innocently before continuing. “You’re so fucking hot” he mumbled and grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply. You continued to unbutton his pants as you kissed, wanting him as naked as you felt. As soon as you managed to get his pants down he got up, causing a whine to fall from your lips at the sudden loss of contact. That whine then turned into a moan when you saw him standing there in nothing but his briefs, palming himself as he stared you down like a predator on the hunt. “Your turn princess” he said as he walked over to you, pulling your legs gently to the edge of the bed. Five chuckled at the squeak you let out when he did and traced his fingers down your stomach til he reached the top of your pants, “may I?” He asked. “Course” you smiled at how thoughtful he was to ask. He bent down to kiss you as he took them off, but this kiss was different. It was sweet and soft. He left his head resting against your’s when he pulled back, smiling down at you before leaning back and fully taking your pants off.

“Fucking shit” he mumbled unconsciously as he took you in. “What?” You asked starting to feel a bit self conscious. “I don’t know how I haven’t came yet” he answered honestly before bending over and kissing down your waist and thighs. He looked up at your for a second before placing a gentle kiss against your panties, both of you immediately moaning. “Five” you whimpered as you tugged his hair, “want you”. “Don’t worry princess you’re gonna get everything you want and more” he groaned and took your panties off, “get rid of that bra for me, princess”. You nodded and sat up, basically tearing it off of you. “Mmmm thank you princess” he hummed as he kissed your inner thigh. “Five come ooon” you whined again, bucking your hips. “Sorry princess, just wanted to finish taking you in” he hummed again before hooking his arms around your hips and pulling you closer. He gave you a few tentative kitten licks before completely going in. Five could not stop moaning at how good you tasted to him, and you couldn’t stop moaning at how good he was making you feel. You wondered if he’d done this with other women and how many he must’ve but when you felt him slip a finger into you it all went out the window. “Oh my gosh Five! Yes!” You moaned and he squeezed your hips in response.

“Fuck princess you’re even better than I imagined” he groaned and inserted another finger, “Wish I would’ve realized how bad I fell for you sooner. Could’ve been doing this for you”. For you? Jackpot. “Better late than never” you panted, though you felt just as annoyed. He hummed in response as he sucked on your clit, causing your hips to involuntarily buck, “fuck Five”. He started feeling you clench around his fingers and assumed you were close. After a few more minutes he pulled back and you let out a loud whine of his name. “Calm down princess” he cooed as he stood and palmed himself some more, “you’re about to get what you want” He bent down to give you another passionate but sweet kiss before continuing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful” he hummed while kissing your breast and pulling down his underwear. He hiss lightly at the sudden change in temperature, “you ready princess?” He asked as rubbed his tip through your folds, both of you moaning out each other’s names. “Yes, fuck Five just do it” you begged, eyes wide and a small pout as you looked up at him. “You got it” he winked and slowly slid into you.

Five honestly felt like he could bust right there, you were practically strangling him and he loved it. He loved knowing it was you, knowing he’s making you feel all these things. “Mmmm Five” you whimpered as he kissed your neck gently, waiting for you to get used to him. “Tell me when you’re ready baby” he hummed and nipped at your skin. You nodded and after a bit you felt yourself wanting more. “I’m ready” you whimpered into his ear and he slowly slid back out. He continued with a few more slow strokes until you let out another whine of his name and he picked up his pace. “Fuck princess you feel so fucking good” he groaned into your ear. “Can’t believe I was such a dumbass and w-wait- shit… waited so long” he moaned as he started to pick up his pace even more. “F-F-Five” you stuttered out your moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, “S-so good”. “Yeah? You like tha-“ Five was interrupted by another moan when felt you clench around him. You were close and he was relieved because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. “F-five” “I know princess” he said lowly and started kissing at your breast again. He pulled your nipple into his mouth, and looking at you dead in the eyes. “Oh Five!!!” You moaned loudly as you came, the extra sensation Five had given you immediately pushing you over the edge. Five followed almost immediately after you did, managing to pull out and cuming on your stomach. Both of you stayed silent, panting as you tried to catch your breath. “You okay princess?” He asked before kissing your lips gently again. “Are you kidding? I’m even better than okay” you giggled and kissed his cheek. “Good” he smiled, moving to lay next to you. “You think anybody heard us?” You asked quietly, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. “I’ll shut them up if they did, don’t worry” he mumbled. He moved you to be laying your head against his chest, finally able to play with your hair. He felt at peace like this with you. As did you.

A/N: I was kind of rushing towards the end so I’m sorry if this wasn’t everything you wanted. Please reblog and follow if you liked it and send requests through asks.

I’d also really appreciate it if you guys checked out my other Five series I’m working on.

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I am working on Stranger things requests (which are still open) but i want some

TUA REQUESTS PLEASEEEE!!!

Give me story idead please

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[its-five-o-clock]

Can you do fluff number 10 and 13 for Five?

Oblivious  - Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

Prompt: 

10. “Are we on a date right now?”

13. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Warnings: none

a/n: It’s been a while! Trying to get back into writing, or at least completing the prompts that were sent in. Continue to send them in! This was a prompt I had begun writing over a year ago and I just recently finished, so I apologize for any inconsistencies I may have missed.  Enjoy!

Word Count: 1051

Prompt List - Send Me Some! - Masterlist

The wind swirled around you as you hurried down the street. You tucked your book bag under your arm as you pushed on the door of your favorite café. 

The mere sight of it began to warm up your chilled form. The room was full of mismatched armchairs complete with colorful pillows and hand-knitted throw blankets. Between every few chairs were small wooden tables, the perfect size to place delicate china cups filled with coffee and a book or laptop. Everything about the place screamed cozy. 

The small bell on the door jingled to alert the staff of your presence. Your favorite barista, Aria sent you a smile before returning back to work. Rather than go straight to ordering a drink, you chose to make your way to the best spot in the whole place. 

Tucked away in the back corner of the shop there was a table for two. It was close enough to the window that you could glance out of it for inspiration, but far away enough to provide privacy from the bustling people on the street. It was also home to your favorite seat: a stunning velvet red armchair complete with the softest deep plum blanket that had ever existed. 

It wasn’t long before you were comfortably seated. You delicately took out your notebook and supplies to get some writing done, you had decided to wait a few minutes to get a drink so that you could wait out the growing line. 

As you sat tucked away in your corner another patron entered the shop. He was wearing a dark green sweater that had been carefully tucked into the most unwrinkled pair of trousers anyone had ever seen. You did not notice him, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed you. 

In fact, his eyes almost immediately snapped to your seat as he entered the shop. A small smile would adorn his face, but it was gone before anyone could notice. Within a few confident strides and one short exchange of words - he had ordered two drinks. 

One coffee, black of course. And another, your favorite. 

In the time it took for him to order and then receive his order, you still had not looked up. Not even a single glance. He was sure of it. 

When your eyes first met his, he was standing in front of you. You sent him the cutest smile he had ever seen. Your chubby little cheeks pushed up at your eyes and the smallest of dimples appeared. He would’ve done anything if it meant seeing that smile every day. “Hi Five,” you spoke softly. 

“Bonjour mon trésor.” His voice brought the lightest of red to your cheeks and he swore he could’ve melted. 

He smirked at you before placing down the cups in his hand. You waited until he was settled in the seat in front of you before taking a sip of your drink. “mhm good,” you murmured. 

“I’m glad you like it.” Your eyes met for a moment before you glance back down at your work. He gently placed a book on the table. You couldn’t read the title. It was some French novel. It was clearly old, as he opened it it creaked and with each page turn there was the slightest crinkle. 

A comfortable silence took place. The sound of your light scribbles and his page turning mixed with the occasional pauses to sip from your respective cups. It lasted for quite some time before finally being broken by more aggressive sipping. 

 Your cup was empty. “Five,” you paused to give him a moment to recognize you were speaking to him. “Do you want another coffee? I am going to get one.” 

He nodded wordlessly before he reached into his pocket and grabbed out cash. You stopped him, “I got it. You got the first one.”  

The corner of his lips upturned, “What, are we on a date?” You rolled your eyes and quickly turned to walk away. This way you could hide the heat rising up on your face.

You ordered the coffees and stepped away from the counter to wait. But before you could get comfortable standing, a presence was behind you and swinging an arm across your shoulder. You felt yourself being pulled into the chest of the person before turning up to look into the eyes of Five. You raised your eyebrows at his actions and looked at him curiously.  “What? I couldn’t let you wait by yourself.” 

“I hope someone steals our stuff.”

“You’re far more important than any of my material items.”

The blush that you had been trying, unsuccessfully, to will away just moments before was back in full force. You sputtered for a moment, trying to grasp the right words. “Are you flirting with me?”

 His eyes lit up and you swore he let out a small laugh before responding, "You finally noticed?” You shifted, turning around to face him; incidentally also pushing your face closer to his. You took a small step back, but felt his hands on the small of your back keeping you close. 

“What’re you talking about!” You kept your voice low enough to not disturb the other patrons, but still showed shock clear on your face. 

“It’s been years. Do you think I just follow all my friends to their favorite coffee shops and hang out with them the whole day!” 

You swear you stopped breathing. “To be honest I never really thought about it..” You trailed off and before you could begin speaking again you were interrupted by someone yelling your name. Turning around you saw Aria with both of Five’s and your coffees in their hands. They had a mischievous look on their face. 

“I knew you both would eventually figure it out.” Both coffees were pushed into the hands of their respective owners and before you could ask any follow up question, Aria was back to working and ignoring you completely. 

You looked back at Five hesitantly before lightly intertwining your fingers with his and tugging him behind you to walk back to your seats.

If you had turned around, you would have noticed a light flush across his cheeks mirroring your own.  The two of you would have a lot to discuss once you were back at your seats.

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[sunnylands-world]

could you do a fic where the reader goes to one of Aidan's events with him and she's really socially anxious so he stays close to her and there's so many people talking to/taking pictures of Aidan and she experiences some sensory overload and Aidan can tell she's upset and later he apologizes for the amount of people there and they cuddle? you don't have to if you don't want to, thanks!

Twisted fingers

Pairing: Aidan Gallagher x fem reader

Summary: you attempt to go with Aidan to his event only to see that the light of fame isn't for you at all…

Word count: 1'310

Warning: panic attack, social anxiety, paparazzi are assholes

Universe: famous boyfriend?

A/n: I'm honestly so glad to see a request for Aidan. He deserves more love and less hate. He's an amazing actor and he does great as five Hargreeves in tua. So thank you for the request. I hope you like it, I mixed up what you asked for a bit though I'll be honest. ♡

He knew how bad this was. He'd never put you in a position like this but you wanted to be supportive. All the other celebrities' girlfriends we're and so you went. See Aidan's career had its ups and downs like all of them and unfortunately that meant hate and love.

He'd been called scary looking and told he couldn't sing so your support was everything to him even if he wouldn't say it. you came first, that's just how Aidan was as a boyfriend. You could feel your heart locked in your chest and you tried to ignore it.

"You don't have to do this. I won't be upset I promise," Aidan announced from behind you, leaned against the wall as they sized you up for the dress to match his look. You fixed a hopefully convincing smile on your face.

"I'm going Aidan you're always supporting me and I should do the same. plus my therapist says to try and do these things so I can break out of this fear." You inhaled as your voice quivered. Aidan moved from the wall taking steps towards you and you eyed him in the mirror. His green eyes seemed to be a tad bit lighter, they always were when he was around you. That made your heart swell seeing the little things change about him when he was around. "You're the best" he sighed "but just so you know I'm not gonna be upset if you can't take it. I'll be proud of you, remember that. Don't be afraid to come find me if we aren't close and it gets too much. I'll come to you," He promised, wrapping his arms around your waist as he looked at your reflection.

"Mr. Gallagher I know you love your girlfriend but I can't do my job with you trying to touch her right now," the stylist stated slightly glaring. Your cheeks blushed a bit as he released you moving back.

"I'll see you at the car" he called, pulling the door open to leave. You nodded before looking back at yourself.

“I just hope I'll be able to do this, no I can do this!”

𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌

The car ride consistencted of a hand on your thigh rubbing reassuringly across your dress that matched Aidan's black suit with the white undershirt. your look was more white than his but the stylist thought you should be wearing more white than black. The car came to a stop where the other cast members were arriving. You hesitated on the door handle looking at everyone outside, Aidan noticed locking your fingers with a squeeze to your hand.

"Hey can you take her-" he started only for you to interrupt.

"No!" The driver and Aidan looked at you.

"Baby if you want to go I understand it's fine,-"he begins

"No! It's not. I can't just keep turning around and running, I have to try at some point." you opened the door, stepping out before he could say anything facing towards the crowd and you begin to regret getting out without him…

The lights flashed blinding anything in your sight and they just kept coming before being followed up with questions. You pulled your hand up covering your face. You weren't sure how they did it [celebrities] with all these questions. who did you answer? How were they cool as cucumbers with so much flashing in their direction? Aidan made his way around the car wrapping his hand around you. He moved forward walking past all the paparazzi ignoring their questions with polite smiles and you tried to keep up in the uncomfortable heels you were wearing.

He makes his way to the carpet seeing the others. He smiled and hugged his friends and talked with them a bit. You could swear you were sweating on your dress and your heart only shook worse in it's cage as you thought about every little thing that could go wrong.

Did I put on enough deodorant?

Can they see the sweat on this black silk?

Before you knew it Aidan had been pulled away.

He gave you an apologetic look and you mouthed for him to go. It was his event of course he couldn't be by your side forever right? You tried to not look like you were bothered by the people around you, moving about and you hoped you looked normal.

Do I look normal?

Are people watching me and think I'm weird and stand out?

You were never big on smiling with teeth, you hadn't quite practiced enough for you to like it even though Aidan said you looked beautiful when you didn't try to hide your teeth when giggling or smiling. He always said you were beautiful.

"[Name] are you the reason Aidan and his ex broke up?"

"Did he cheat with you?"

"Are you the one who Forged into their love life like an obsessed fangirl after Aidan?"

"no it-it wasn't like that!" You snapped. For some reason when things affected you, you felt the need to rush and explain. Like your sentences were on a timer and if you didn't say what you had to you never would be able to. The problem was your voice seemed to fade in and out.

A Radio with a bad connection pissing off the listener, only now your voice was the radio and you were the listener. If that wasn't enough your skin trailed with goosebumps and shivered like it was cold out. Your breathing seemed to struggle almost as though it was blocked like water on a river stopped by Branches.

You tried to focus on it and tell yourself you needed to breathe but then you focused too much. You could feel the slow flow of air through your chest and the soft pressure on your lip as it released before all of sudden you didn't have enough air.

Submerged under water about to suffocate you begin to suck in the air in panic. Your eyes were wide in fear. Not only were you on the red carpet but the pictures continued. The flashing seemed to enhance the need to breathe but you had lost your balance when a hand, one that was familiar, caught you. You looked up seeing his Forest green eyes.

"That's it, just focus on me. look at me," Aidan said, shielding you from the greedy eyes of the paparazzi looking for a story.

He rested his hand on your knee giving you an encouraging look.

"You know what to do. Bring your knees to your chest and rest your Head against them." Doing as told Aidan gave you praises as he rubbed a hand on your back. Your breathing began to regulate and you shut your eyes, sighing.

"Aidan?" You called

"Yes?

"I wanna go home," you said, still not meeting his gaze.

He tilted your head up by the chin and a warm smile awaited you.

"Take my hand?" He says holding his hand out for you. You nod nervously standing.

"I'm so proud of you" he announced getting into the car. You look over puzzled but say thank you anyway cause the brunette to let out a laugh.

He pulls you closer wrapping an arm around so you're snuggled into his side as he kisses your forehead, then looks forward.

"I'm sorry about all of that," he inhales, letting out a very much weighted exhale.

"The parazzi are…" he trailed off trying to find the word

"Assholes?" You giggled.

"Yes," he laughs, squeezing you tighter.

"The pictures will be everywhere," you sigh, leaning in closer for some reason hoping this will erase the worries of tomorrow.

"I'll handle that" he promised and Aidan never broke his promises to you unless he had no choice, and sure enough when you got home Aidan made a phone call and you never saw an article about it anywhere.

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[plus-size-reader]

Wardrobe

12 Days of Christmas 2021

Klaus Hargreeves x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2133 words

Warnings: I’ve fallen in love with the idea of this nonbinary angel wearing a bigger partner’s clothes.

Summary: Buying matching sweaters for both yourself and Klaus so that he’ll stop stealing from your closet.

(I used he/him in this fic as that is how Klaus’ referred to in the show but I plan to edit it to be he/they in the future with the rest of my Klaus fics, since that’s what Sheehan uses)

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Your relationship with Klaus had never been traditional.

In general, the two of you frowned upon all those uppity rules and ideas Reginald had preached like scripture all your lives, and that had never been a secret.

You had done as he asked of you for too many years and by this point, you didn’t want to live by anyone else’s rules.

For the most part, it worked well.

The two of you were one in the same, and in every way, you loved Klaus, and there was nothing you wouldn’t have done for him. He was unique, and honest in the most brutal way no matter what.

In every way, you couldn’t have imagined your life without him.

Of course, that didn’t mean there weren’t things about him that got under your skin sometimes.

That came with the territory of being in love, and you couldn’t complain too much. It was just that Klaus’ little quirks were a little more extensive than leaving his dirty socks on the bedroom floor.

Like this afternoon, for example.

Anyone else may have come home to expect their partner working away on their computer or enjoying some leisure time in the living room, but not Klaus.

You had come home to find that your darling lover was missing.

Now, that in itself wasn’t really cause for concern, at least not at first. You didn’t start to worry until you’d checked all the normal places you’d learned to look for him, and came up empty.

It was odd.

Most of the time, Klaus was high on the couch waiting for you or arguing with Ben about the right salt to rim a martini glass with, but not today.

Today, you had no idea where he was, which wasn’t something you were extremely comfortable with given his erratic nature, and influential habits.

He could have been anywhere, and that worried you a bit.

Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to be surprised that he wasn’t waiting at the door for you when you arrived.

Klaus had always been the kind of person that kept you on your toes and no matter what you did, you had no hope of predicting what his next move would be.

You liked it that way, because that was who he was, but at times like this, you couldn’t help but be glad that everyone in the Umbrella Academy wasn’t as blind to their responsibility as Klaus was.

Namely, there was a single being that had always kept an eye out for you, even since you were a teenager and at this point, you were sure you would have lost your mind without him.

Pogo.

Who, as soon as he took notice of the strange way you were searching kitchen cabinets and underneath the couches, informed you that Klaus had been in your bedroom for the past few hours.

Of course, there were worse places for him to be.

He wasn’t lying on the floor in his underwear or bouncing off the walls, like he sometimes was. Once, you’d even come home to Klaus passed out in the bathtub with vomit covering his chest.

Compared to that, this was a cakewalk.

Not that knowing that made you any less irritated over the state you found him in when you did find him.

He was wearing your sweater.

Again.

Which probably shouldn’t have come as a much of a surprise to you, given the fact that this was hardly the first time you’d found Klaus taking a catnap in one of your favorite sweaters.

In fact, you were shocked he even wore anything of his own at all, because he’d made such a habit out of wearing your clothes,

Which, when you considered it, made even less sense considering the vast collection of eccentric, unique pieces he could have chosen from but sense had never really been Klaus’ specialty.

He just did what came naturally.

…and apparently, stealing from you, came very naturally.

“Klaus? What are you doing in here?” you cooed, gently nudging at his shoulder before eventually deciding that poking his face until he decided to get up was a far better option.

If nothing else, it was more fun for you, and before too long, it did the trick.

With a long groan and a curse under his breath, your partner was awake, or at least, awake enough to turn his attention to the fact that you were home.

Finally,

“Good morning sleeping beauty” you grinned, brushing a bit of his hair away from his face. Klaus had always been a really heavy sleeper and sometimes, you even joked that he slept like the dead.

It had never really amused him, but you’d heard that it was one of Ben’s favorite jokes so you couldn’t help but make it from time to time anyway.

“Is it morning already?” Klaus whispered back, his voice rough with sleep as he willed himself to be awake.

He was so used to waking up with no idea where he’d been or what was going on that it wouldn’t have surprised him if he just mistook what time of the day it was from the get go.

It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“No silly, what are you doing in here?” you wondered, finding it a little odd that he was just in here, all by himself. Normally, Klaus liked to have a bath or something like that when you weren’t home.

He was way too big a cuddler to nap on his own, at least, not without the help of a few sleep aids.

“Got bored” he shrugged, the movement of his shoulders causing the already oversized fabric of your sweater to shift on his frame, exposing a bit more of his tattooed flesh to the open air.

He’d been waiting for you for what felt like hours, and eventually he got bored, as he’d been known to do.

At that point, he decided to find something to do while he waited, which obviously resulted in his eventual snooping through your closet.

It was no secret that Klaus liked to dress in what made him comfortable, in every way, and dressing in your things scratched that itch perfectly. Some of your pieces made him feel as androgynous as he could have ever dreamed, while some were comfy and smelled like you.

In every way, there was something in that wonderful wardrobe for however he was feeling and he couldn’t have been happier about it.

…but there was one thing he loved to wear over everything else.

This sweater.

The same sweater that you’d been searching for all week, that he’d had curled up under his pillow.

He liked to have it close when he slept, that way it could bring him comfort when he had nightmares, without having to wake you up to go through everything. He could just put the sweater on, snuggle back up to you, and the voices would go away.

It would all go away, for a while.

Unfortunately, that meant that when you’d been searching for it all week, it was nowhere to be found.

Not that any of that mattered right now.

Klaus had spent all day, blissfully unaware of everything going on around him, as per usual, and with everything going on right now, you weren’t sure you could even blame him.

Still, you couldn’t help but find it all a bit confusing.

You had been looking for that sweater for a week, and he’d had it hidden away all this time just to wear in secret? It didn’t make any sense.

Though, you had learned not to question his actions too much in all the time you’d been together because with Klaus, the answers were almost always more confusing than the question itself.

So, you decided to skip that step and do one better.

If Klaus wasn’t going to keep taking things from your closet, perhaps you could make it so that there was no need for that in the first place. At least, for the holiday season, that was.

You had been throwing around the idea of getting this ugly Christmas sweater you’d seen in the mall the other day, and now, it just felt like you needed to double down and do it for sure.

For your sake and Klaus’

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“You’re going to freak out when you see what I picked out for you today” you started, immediately holding up the bag you’d carried in, presenting it to him as if it was the first prize at a fair.

You were so excited.

After all this time, you had finally managed to find a solution to the little clothing problem you had, and you couldn’t have been more thrilled.

It was perfect.

Not only was this festive and adorable, but it was also going to give Klaus something that was all his own, that he could have whenever he wanted it, without taking staple pieces from your wardrobe.

You couldn’t believe you hadn’t thought of this sooner.

“Is it rum? Because I hope it’s rum” Klaus grinned back, only half kidding as he admired the obvious show of excitement before him.

Very few things got you as worked up as retail therapy and as stressful as he found it sometimes, Klaus was glad that you had a little bit of a  healthier outlet to deal with stress than he did.

“No, it’s not rum. It’s festive” you grinned, handing him the bag before you could give it a second thought.

You were sure that if you held on to such a perfect surprise any longer, you would actually lose your mind.

“Rum is plenty festive-” your lover grumbled teasingly, digging into the bag you’d all but shoved into his arms with his interest piqued.

Whatever it was you’d come across today, it had to be good.

He hadn’t seen you this excited in a really long time.

“Oh wow! This is something” Klaus hummed, considering the article of clothing you’d handed him. It was a black knit sweater with purple details on it, but what really got him was the black cat embroidered in the center.

By all means, it looked like it belonged in his closet but he wasn’t sure what the cause for celebration was.

After all, the sweater in his hands was clearly intended for you, and as thrilled as he was that you’d found something you liked, it didn’t seem like it needed a whole production of its own.

“Do you like it?” you asked, barely able to contain your glee as you waited for the perfect moment to unveil the surprise you knew he still hadn’t caught on to.

Klaus nodded, feeling himself already getting the urge to sneak this one out of your wardrobe as soon as the moment presented itself. The fabric was soft and warm, and begging to touch his skin.

It would have been a crime to deny it.

Not that he would admit that outright, knowing how much you wished he’d stop going through your closet.

“Yeah, it’s going to look amazing on you” he assured, assuming that must have been the reason you were asking his opinion so vehemently. Though, asking his opinion wasn’t really going to do much, since he thought you looked like a goddess in everything.

You couldn’t help but let your smile widen a bit more at that, finding that the game you’d been playing this whole time was working even better than you could have thought.

“On you” you corrected, holding the sweater up to his chest, which given the fact that it was in your size, meant that it was going to swallow his lean frame almost entirely.

You had bought one for yourself too, of course, so that the two of you could match throughout the holiday season but you knew that buying one for Klaus in your size was really going to seal the deal.

The fact that they reminded him of you was why he was so insistent on wearing your clothes in the first place.

This just meant that now he could do it without stockpiling half your wardrobe under his pillow.

“You’re kidding? This is for me?” Klaus repeated, that upbeat tone returning to his voice, letting you know that he was, in fact, just as thrilled as you had been about your wonderful find.

It was all his.

“Yeah, and I got one too so even if they get mixed up, there will always be one somewhere” you grinned, watching as Klaus immediately responded to your gift by putting it on over his head, happier than ever with your surprise.

Needless to say, both sweaters were going to be gone by Christmas, hidden away somewhere only for your lover to find them.

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Only Growing | Five Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.6k

✦ summary — Five and you get a second chance. Like everything with The Hargreeves, it’s more complicated than it sounds.

✦ warnings — angst, spoilers for season 2 (the story doesn’t follow canon, though), mentions of violence, mentions of food, language, fluff.

✦ a/n — the brief text in italics is a flashback.

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You were used to silence. Diego had never been one for staying home doing nothing. Sometimes he would leave you a note that said not to wait up for him if you were lucky, but you never had the pleasure to get home from work and have your boyfriend there.

Ex-boyfriend now. He had found himself someone else. Years had passed for him when a mere day went by for you.

You had been a fool, thinking things would finally go your way. Ever since Five disappeared, life proved you time after time how unlucky you were.

Nonetheless, you understood. No one had understood Diego better than you had, it was the reason why your relationship had lasted.

Diego hadn’t been a dick about it. He offered to give you time, reminded you to get closer to your best friend, and apologized for something that hadn’t been his fault.

He had said, “Talk to Five.” If only it was that easy. Five hadn’t visited you yet — according to Luther, who had driven Diego to your place so he could pack his things and introduce you to his new girlfriend, Five needed to take care of something first.

It was no secret that you would do anything for Five. Certainly not to Diego who many times had reproached you for missing his brother so intensely to the point of neglecting him.

You loved Diego, how couldn’t you? But you had never been capable of hiding how much you missed Five. Just like you weren’t capable of hiding how much seeing him with someone else hurt.

He had promised he would never leave and days later you had watched him carry his belongings to the doorstep with another woman by his side.

Now you were forced to fall asleep in a silent bedroom at a house too big for one person.

Woken up by incessant knocking on the front door, you grumpily walked down the stairs. Every single one of your acquaintances knew your schedule was hectic so you weren’t expecting any of them.

Swinging the door open, you were greeted by a tall man. His green eyes shined as he buried his hands in his pockets.

You didn’t understand why he was expecting you to speak first, or how a man could have such soft-looking hair.

Shaking the latter thought off, you asked, “Can I help you?”

“It’s me.”

“That... doesn’t answer my question.”

He sighed loudly. “I’m Five, you idiot.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, yeah? And I’m a Nobel Laureate.”

“Ask me something only Five Hargreeves would know.”

You glanced past his shoulder, making sure there was no one nearby. “What’s the last thing I told you before you left back when we were kids?”

He lowered his head. “That you needed me.”

”You can’t attempt traveling through time! What if something goes wrong?”

Five shook his head. “I’m not stupid. Everything will go smoothly.”

You weren’t stupid either. Many things could go wrong. He could get lost, he could ruin the timeline, he could exhaust himself to the point of death...

“Five, please. I need you here with me,” your voice broke.

You couldn’t decipher the look he gave you. A blue flash of light blurred with your tears.

You dropped your arms and stepped to the side to let him in. “Why didn’t you use your powers?”

“I didn’t want to startle you,” he yelled from the kitchen.

You followed the sound of his voice. Some things never changed, it seemed. He was hovering over the coffee machine, tapping his thumbs against the counter.

“Since when do you care about scaring me?”

“Since my stupid brother taught you self-defense.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging the fridge door open. “You’re a trained assassin.”

“We both know I would never hurt you.”

Well, thank God. You would’ve been dead decades ago if he was willing to hurt you more than he had already.

Changing the subject, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. “How come you look like that now?”

“Should I be offended?”

“You looked like a teen a few days ago,” you defended yourself.

Five’s semblance softened. “I guess one of the things we did to mess the timeline worked in my favor.”

“You ruined the timeline?”

“A little bit.”

Sensing he didn’t want to talk about it, you dropped bread into the toaster.

He offered you some coffee, but you declined. The last thing you needed was getting more anxious than you were already.

Five tilted his head. With a sigh, he put the cup down and opened his arms. “Come here.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. His willingness to give affection didn’t come easy, and your eagerness for his attention had always been constant.

Arms around him, you rested your head on his shoulder. Five rubbed your tense back with one hand, pulling you closer with his other arm.

You squeezed him tight, trying your best to keep your tears in.

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Five had always persuaded you to do anything he wanted. Never something that would put you in danger although on some occasions you had gotten hurt by accident, but always things you wouldn’t do if it weren’t for him.

Attending one of his family reunions was one of those things. But he had asked nicely.

He had said it would be something casual, you wouldn’t have to stay for too long. He just needed someone beside him to ground him in case a fight broke out.

Once you were ready, he dropped the book he had been reading onto your coffee table and offered his hand.

You took it without even thinking about it, giving him a squeeze to assure him you were ready to teleport.

Your stomach flipped at first. An underlying tickling appeared in the lower area of your abdomen. His powers had always had that effect on you, and you had missed the sensation deeply.

Not having visited The Academy since Five disappeared, you found yourself in awe of how little it had changed.

“How are you not throwing up right now?”Allison asked, pulling you into a hug.

“She had enough training as a kid,” Five answered for you, carefully dropping your hand.

Klaus giggled. “I forgot you two sneaked everywhere together.”

As you parted from Allison, you shared a look with Five. You had always thought it was a well-kept secret that every time you felt sad or Five had a nightmare he would sneak into your room or sneak you into his.

You hugged Klaus next, then Vanya. Luther was in the kitchen, Diego and Lila in the living room.

Greeting your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend as warmly as you were capable of, you took a seat next to Five.

Seeing Diego with Lila didn’t hurt. Not like you imagined it would. His demeanor had changed from what you could tell, he looked calmer, happier. You were glad, the people you loved and their happiness were important for your own wellbeing.

In fact, you were more than glad. The Hargreeves siblings seemed to have gotten closer, their bickering was only that now — Luther was more open, warmer; Vanya participated in conversations, finally smiling around her family.

Five looked comfortable, too. Laughing loudly at Klaus’ antics. His eyes shined as he turned to look at you, laughter still intact. You couldn’t help but join him.

“Five,” Allison called for her brother, “my car broke. Can you take me home?”

He searched for your acknowledgment and held your gaze, twisting his mouth upward. You blinked slowly, assuring him you could handle it. Five gave you a sharp nod, standing up in a quick motion.

Diego refilled your glass. “You’ve got a shot with Five now...”

You let out a shaky breath. “Don’t tell him anything, please.”

“He deserves to know.”

You knew he did. His shock when he found out you were daring Diego had kept you up for days.

Five’s arrival saved you from saying anything else. He fixed his hair as he sat back down next to you, glaring at Diego who had still been staring at you, waiting for a good explanation.

You didn’t have one.

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The TV in the living room was on when you got home from work. Laying on the couch, hands tucked under his cheek, you found Five fast asleep.

He hadn’t told you he would visit. He must’ve dropped by impromptu.

Covering him with the blanket he had tossed to the side, you muted the TV. He would probably need the light when he woke up to go to the bathroom.

He grabbed your hand before you could leave. Wincing, you whispered, “Go back to sleep.”

“How was work?” He sleepily asked.

“We can talk in the morning. Get some rest.”

“Did you have a good day?”

Desperate for Five to get a few more hours of sleep, you nodded.

He didn’t let go of your hand, curling up on the couch. Whispering his name, you shook your wrist so he’d loosen his grip.

He mumbled something, but you didn’t understand what it was. His face was red, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Mmmh?” you prompted him to say it again.

“I needed you with me too.”

You kneeled on the rug, resting your chin on the arm of the couch. “You could’ve taken me with you.”

Scoffing, Five shifted on the couch to sit up. He let go of your hand, burying his fingers in his hair, tossing the dark locks to one side as he gripped them.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. You weren’t there. You didn’t watch everyone you love lying dead at your feet.”

“I had to lose you,” you reminded him, “and my parents in the span of two years.”

He whistled by mistake as he inhaled.

You didn’t let him speak. “I lived through hell staying with my uncle, you know how much he hated me. And I hated college but it was better than staying with people who blamed me for my mother’s death.”

“And then you chose Diego.”

“What does Diego have to do with anything?!”

“The last thing you said to me was that you needed me, but you still moved on.”

Calling it moving on was an insult. You had been willing to put your life on hold in case he came back, to be alone until he miraculously appeared one day and filled the void.

That was what lead you to Diego. Both of you were aware of the reason why you attracted the other — it hurt at times, not having your partner all for yourself, but you couldn’t complain when you weren’t completely his.

“You think I didn’t wait for you?” You chuckled bitterly. “Five, I swore we would get married and have a perfect life. But everything is easier at thirteen.”

He mocked you, “Oh, and you thought Diego would give you the perfect life you wanted?”

“No!” you yelled. “I just... I woke up, I guess.”

Five turned to his side to look at you. “Fall asleep again.”

“Five...”

“Do it. I’ll make it right this time.”

Your voice betrayed you by breaking. “What if you have to disappear again?”

He squeezed his eyes closed. For once, Five didn’t have an answer to your inquires, not even a sarcastic one.

You sniffed.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, placing his hands on top of yours. “Don’t cry, please. I hate seeing you like this.

You twisted your hands so your palms would be against his, fingers finding their way between his nimble ones. “I don’t want to go through all of that again.”

“I’ll take you with me if I have to,” he promised, dropping his head on top of yours.

He just wanted to stay there, inhaling the scent of your perfume. Five felt safe with your hands in his, actually safe — he could close his eyes and not worry about horrendous flashbacks,

You were there with him, not dead on the ground next to his siblings. He caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, drawing circles on your soft skin.

“My knees hurt.”

Laughing softly, he moved away from you so you could stand up.

Five followed you with his eyes, twisting his body as you sat down beside him, rubbing your palms against your knees.

You gazed at him with watery eyes, bringing your hand to his face, tracing his jaw. God, you used to annoy him when you were kids, telling him he looked ugly every time he clenched it.

Smiling at the memory, you felt the movement of his muscles as he mirrored your smile.

“You still have dimples,” you told him, removing your hand so you could look at him properly.

He hurried to take your hand again, palm against the back of yours as he gripped it.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“You’re avoiding giving me an answer,” he observed, grip tightening around your hand.

You shook your head effusively. “It’s no secret I would follow you to the end of the world. Literally.”

“But this...” Five breathed out, “this is more than that, (Name).”

“You can’t even say it,” you mused, “and here I am, willing to give you everything I have and more.”

With his free hand, he cupped your cheek. “Don’t be stupid. It’s mutual, and I have no problem with expressing the way I feel.”

“What did you mean by ‘more than that’, then? Do you fear for my safety?”

“No.” He quickly rectified, “I do worry about your safety, but I’m capable of keeping both of us safe. I meant... things beyond being in danger and getting worried. That’s easy for us.”

You nodded against his warm palm, sensing he had more to say.

”I want normal things for us, good things. I don’t know how well I will do. I need you to know that, to be okay with me.”

It was like seeing that thirteen-year-old again, desperate to have the approval of his authority figure.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was ten,” you confessed through a breathy laugh. “You were insufferable, but I didn’t care. I’ve always been okay with you, even when you were an asshole to me.”

“I was trying to get your attention.”

“I know that now.”

His eyes, full of emotion, focused on yours. You didn’t care if he wanted to make sure you weren’t lying, taking offense would’ve been dismissing everything he had gone through.

His eyes fell onto your lips. “Should I...”

“If you want.”

Bumping your nose as he dove in, he caught your lips between his in a clumsy kiss. You held the back of his head with your free hand, pulling him closer.

He let you guide him, getting more confident as he went on. You tilted your head to the other side, sliding your hand off his to place it on his shoulder.

Before pulling away, you gave him short kisses. Feeling him smile against your lips had to be the best thing in the world.

Suddenly, he remembered, “Hey, did you eat anything for dinner?”

“No...” Before he could chastise you or complain, you asked, “Do you want a sandwich?”

“Sure.”

You gave him a final short kiss. “Pick a movie, yeah? Whichever you want.”

“God, I love you.”

Five’s love for you had only grown throughout all those years. Thinking about the time you had spent together as kids kept him going; it had been a bittersweet coping mechanism.

Nothing compared to his love for you growing with you there.

He didn’t know how he had survived without the swelling in his chest upon watching you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from across the room while he waited for you to press play on the first movie he found.

He only knew he would never let go of it.

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Knockout

Diego Hargreeves X Plus Sized!Reader

Requested: Oh, yes! Multiple requests in my inbox.

“Any plus size Diego fics coming soon?”

“Can you do another Diego x plus size reader?”

“Could I request a Diego x plus size fic maybe where she’s a badass boxer but she is also kinda insecure when like Diego asks her out maybe thinks it’s a joke or something?”

Summary: You have it all. You’re a revered fighter, have an excellent support system of friends and family and spend most of your evenings with your crush, sweaty and hot on a mat. But when a chance at finding loves knocks on your door in the form of your crush, Diego Hargreeves, will you let him in or shut him out?

A/N: A few things I’d like to mention.

1.    There’s a Sylvia Plath quote hiding in here. Let me know if you find it.

2.    I absolutely love that so many people requested a plus size reader fic (I have 24 requests out of which 3 were for this)

3.    I spent nearly two full hours reading up about boxing terminology, just in case.

4.    I recently saw Never Back Down so boxing is all I can think about anyway.

5.    I might have changed the request a little bit because the reader suddenly had a life of her own and the story refused to be written in that particular way.

 6.    All of you, thin, fat, chubby, curvy, super tall, super short, somewhere in between, I love each and every one of you.

7. This could possibly be the prequel to Store Bought Hugs.

Warning: None. Maybe a bit of language.

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You ducked and avoided Diego’s approaching fist, and threw an uppercut which he skillfully dodged. This was routine for the two of you, pairing up together to practice anything from old school boxing to mixed martial arts. Diego needed it to be a good vigilante and have an outlet for his anger, though he wouldn’t admit that to anybody. As for you, you just loved the blood singing through your veins, sheer power flowing through your muscles.

You were quite the fighter in the gym, paralleled only to Diego, and he too, was aware of your repertoire of deadly moves.

Currently, he was trapped in a Peruvian necktie choke.

“Give it up, Hargreeves. You know you’re not going to last longer,” you said as you tightened the hold.

He remained silent. A smart move, considering he only had a limited air supply.

“Either you tap out or you break the fuck out of it. The clock’s ticking,” you said.

A few seconds passed and you tightened your hold on him, using the strength in your arms.

People were often deceived by your size. Nobody could believe your agility and strength as an MMA fighter until they saw you in action, thanks to your plus sized body. Quite a lot of spectators had trouble comprehending your skill but little did they know that you could knock an opponent out in a minute flat (you were known in the MMA circles for doing that thrice).

You hear a grunt followed by a tap on the mat and you immediately release the man, helping him onto his back.

“Hey, breathe. Long, deep breaths,” you said, burying the concern in your voice.

He simply nodded and you gave him a moment to adjust, rubbing his chest, trying not to feel him up under the thin, sweat- soaked t-shirt.

“Damn, baby. You are vicious,” he said as he sat up.

You smirked and both of you rose up, headed towards the water coolers.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Only if you promise to actually put up a fucking fight,” you said, laughing.

He draped his arm around your shoulders and your heart skipped a beat.

“I do it so that you don’t cry yourself to sleep Y/N,” he said.

He walked you to the door like always and waved goodbye.

You walked the rest of the way home feeling warmth in your heart as you tried to hold on to the memory of his arm touching your bare shoulder a little longer.

Your crush on Diego wasn’t new. You fell for his nocuous moves and dirty, dry sense of humor. And when you caught a glimpse of him changing into a tank top one evening, there was no turning back.

Each night before bed you replayed your practice with him, trying not to combust from the sheer emotion you felt when you thought of his hands on your body. The moments where he pinned you to the mat and you waited several moments before you got out of his hold.

The next day at practice Diego was late. You quickly warmed up and picked up a pair of battle ropes. You bent your knees and got into position, visualizing the motion in your head and replicating it with your hands. You dropped the ropes and began walking over to the bench, to give yourself a minute as well as wait for Diego to show up.  

You halted to a stop, surprised to see him leaning against a stationary pole with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Hargreeves, what are you doing? Are you seriously standing here and checking out these girls as they work out?”

The corners of his mouth turned.

“I was watching you.”

A charged moment passed and you got a hold of your sensibilities.

“Yuck, does that line ever work?”

He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“It’s not a line,” Diego whispered and walked towards the mat, ready for your paired practice fights.

A couple hours passed and Diego emerged victorious, courtesy the new fluttering in your heart since his comment.

 He helped you pack your gym bag, his caramel arms flexing with each move. You stood there, silent and observing, swooning a little and falling for him a little more.

“Come on, I will walk you home,” Diego kindly offered.

You snapped out of your reverie.

“Diego, really, it’s fine. I can walk two blocks by myself, thank you very much,” your voice a smidge sarcastic.

“Don’t be like that Y/N, I want to walk you home. And  I think a bit of fresh air will do me some good,” he said, toeing the floor.

You immediately felt a pang of guilt. You knew he lived in the gym, in the cold basement. His desire for fresh air was understandable and you were hardly going to say no to a walk with him. Despite of what you had said earlier, you agreed and he swung his arm around you and both of you walked out into the street.

Thirty minutes and a quick detour to a smoothie shack later, you arrived at your building.

“Thanks for walking me home, Hargreeves,” you said.

“Thanks for letting me,” he replied with a smile.

He handed you your gym bag, your fingers brushing briefly against each other.

You wished him a good night and turned towards the door. As you took a step towards it you felt a warm hand around your wrist, leaving your hand outstretched between your bodies.

You turned to face him and he stepped closer, his hand dropping to yours.

Your heart was neatly lodged in your throat as you took in the proximity of your bodies.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Diego,” your said, your voice barely a whisper.

“I’d like to take you out, Y/N, on a proper date. Roses, moonlight, the whole deal,” he said.

He registered the alarm on your face before you could comprehend it.

“Or anything else. Whatever you want, babe. We could go to boxing match and cheer or take another walk,” he said in a single breath, words gushing out.

You closed your eyes for a moment and reopened them and stepped back, giving yourself a little space to think.

“Diego, why? Is this your idea of practical joke? Why are you asking me out, because that would actually imply that you like me and why on earth would you like me?” you asked becoming increasingly agitated.

“Why do you think I like you?” he quirked his eyebrow, the scar glistening under the city lights.

He stepped closer taking both of your hands in his.

“You are you. Unapologetically and unabashedly you. Very few people do this anymore. It’s too risky. First of all, it’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all. And you own every single part of that.”

You were stunned, speechless even. All your words had scrambled out onto the street after his declaration.

“And well. You kick my ass at MMA so that’s also incredibly hot,” he said with a chuckle making you laugh with him.

“You’re being awefully quiet. Please, say yes. I promise you won’t regret it.”

You smiled up at him, getting lost in you dark eyes framed by the scars on his face.

You leaned into him, your lips an inch away from his ear.

“Pick me up at 8 on Friday,” you said, placing a chaste kiss on his scruffy cheek, before running off into your building.

You rushed up the flight of stairs and ran into your apartment, looking out the window.

“Don’t you dare be late, Hargreeves. I have stockpile of chokes you haven’t even heard of,” you scream out into the street with a laugh.

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” he yelled back.

He waved and blew you a kiss and then disappeared into the street.

You relaxed into your couch, replaying the conversation in your head, your stomach populous with butterflies.

You sighed a romance novel sigh.

Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

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[diegoh4rgreeves]

Fitting Room

Story Summary: Diego and reader go shopping for a publicity event of The Umbrella Academy. They decide to go into one ridiculous high-end store as a joke. Reader deals with fatphobic implications from someone working floor there. Diego tries defending her, and reader ends up taking care of it herself. Diego joins reader in the fitting room to zip her gown for her, and they end up having some fun…

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Plus Size Female Reader

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 2,158 words

Warning(s): Fluff, smut, fatphobic minor character, cussing

A/N: This took me 5 days to write and rewrite, and bothering a friend about for more ideas. I came up with COMPLETELY new ideas, and I had breakdowns of wondering if I should even continue doing this or not. Finally, I kept my original idea and I wanted to make reader a happy, confident, and self-assured gal. Let me know if this is good representation! I hope you all enjoy this!

Taglist:

@reblogserpent @whistlingwindtree @lostinwonderland314

It’s nearly sunrise when you sit up in bed and notice that your boyfriend Diego is still absent. The mattress is hard, the room is hot from the lack of air conditioning in the old mansion, and the walls have a dull dark green colour. There are flashcards of action moves and posters of The Kraken posted to the walls. You wonder how your boyfriend can come back to his childhood home. Not only does the mansion look like it’s falling apart, but also Diego has told you stories of his traumatic childhood. Then again, his current place is the boiler room of the gym he works and boxes at. It was either the traumatising and somewhat clean mansion or the dusty boiler room.

You hear the bedroom door creak open. A tall and built figure appears. He has a square-shaped face with big brown eyes, plump lips, a mustache, and a goatee. He’s in full leather clad with knives strapped to the torso.

As relieved as you are that Diego’s home, you feign being asleep. Even after all these years of being with your vigilante boyfriend, you worry about him and his night missions. You just didn’t see the point of waking up and scolding him anymore.

He gets into the bed and snakes one of his arms on your waist. He nuzzles you. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispers as if he’s sending you a voicemail. He pecks your head and falls asleep.

The silence is worth his affections.

-

It’s about noon when Diego and you enter a fancy clothing store at the mall. The store is grand with its open concept and minimal amount of clothing. A store with such an elegant exterior would not typically have such comical looking clothes. This one, however, did.

Diego and you were originally going to pick up clothes for a grand event this weekend. It’s a public appearance from The Umbrella Academy after the death of Diego’s father, Reginald Hargreeves. Normally Diego would decline something like this, had it not been for Pogo insisting that his siblings and he give it a chance. Pogo is the family’s chimpanzee servant who can talk and is practically Diego’s second father.

Diego and you went inside this particular store as a joke. You see poofy gowns and 70s style tuxedos. You dare each other to try something on.

“Try this on,” Diego hands you a multicoloured gown with ruffled collars on it. It looks like a sheet of cloth with a handkerchief placed on each side.

You take the gown and you feel your lips tense up as you try to fight laughter. A tall and leggy woman working floor passes by. You turn around and see a black blazer with rhinestones on it and matching pants. You pick up this outfit and hand it to Diego. “You try this on.”

He turns to you and checks what you’re holding. He scoffs. “Really?”

You smile at him and nod.

Diego reluctantly takes the blazer from you. His face falls when he sees the dress you’re holding. “Oh shit…” He takes the dress from you and hands you one a size bigger.

You take the dress from Diego and thank him. Suddenly you hear someone clear their throat. You turn around to see the same tall and leggy woman looking at you. “Hello,” you say to the woman.

“We have a maternity section. It’s over there.” She points further down the store.

You look at her in bewilderment.

Diego looks at her with flames in his eyes. “Excuse me, miss, but she is not pregnant… Who are you to assume that?” Diego tilts his head and smirks. “Did you remember to have breakfast today?”

The woman’s jaw drops.

“Diego…” You grit your teeth and grab his arm. “I got this, babe. I got this.”

He looks at you with flared nostrils, and then he glares at the woman. He respects your wishes by keeping quiet. He stays with you and watches how you handle this.

“He’s right,” you say to the woman. “I’m not pregnant, and this has my size on it.” You lift the dress and gesture it to her. “See? Do I look like something bigger than that?”

The lady smirks. “Alright. As you were. Would you like to try this on?”

You beam up. “Why yes, I would, actually! Thank you so much.” You’ve come a long way in learning that killing people with kindness does the job. “May my boyfriend have a room too?”

The lady’s jaw drops again. “B-boyfriend?”

“Yeah, that’s right!” Diego takes a step toward her, seemingly ready to pull his knife out. You’re praying to God he didn’t actually pack any of his knives to the mall!

You block him with your arm. “Yes, going strong 2 years now.” You look at him and smile.

He wraps his arms around your neck from behind and pecks your cheek.

“Uh…” The lady clears her throat once more. “Alright… Right this way then.” She walks up ahead of you. Diego takes your hand as you both follow the lady. She takes out some tags and hands one each to you. “Feel free to call for another size.”

“I don’t think we’ll need to…” Diego retorts.

The lady widens her eyes with fear and nods. Then she walks out.

You’re ready to walk over to your stall until Diego approaches you. “How can you let anyone talk to you like that?” Diego loudly whispers.

“Diego… It’s something I’ve dealt with my whole life. I’m fine.”

“But you don’t deserve that. If only everyone else could see the strong, independent, kind, and beautiful woman you are!”

You shake your head. “I like weeding out the jerks. If I’m honest… I used to think you’d be a jerk.”

He looks at you in amazement. “What, why? How?”

You shrug. “You’re tall, you’re built, you’re a boxer, and you’re a fucking superhero! You’re a handsome and famous person, Diego.”

He blows raspberries. “I ain’t shit compared to your genuine self.”

You giggle. “You’re cute. I like you.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “Holler when you’re done trying on your dumb outfit.”

He smiles. “You do the same.”

You look back at him over your shoulders and wink. “Oh, I can do more than a holler.”

He smirks and takes in how smooth and sexy you are. Then he walks into his stall, as do you.

The fitting room is spacious and pretty with its cream coloured walls and Astoria Grand Beaston Leaner full-length mirror.

You slip off your clothes and slide on the gown. As you fiddle with the zipper at the back, you remember how the fitting room used to make you feel.

The fitting room was where you’d cry when you were younger because you were bigger than your cousins. The fitting room was where your mother told you to lose weight before the prom or no one will ask you to it. The fitting room was what made you think dates never called you back no matter how beautiful the next dress you bought would be. Now, you’ve come to terms with your size, and how it’s made you the person you are today. Getting a sexy, strong, kind, and loving boyfriend is a bonus.

As you remember him and smile, you call him over.

You attempt zipping yourself up even though it’s useless. “Yeah?” Diego appears at the door.

“Can you zip me up?” You turn away from him and hold up your hair.

He zips you up and notices the mirror in front of the both of you. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist.

You take notice of the mirror and let out a loud laugh. “Oh my God!”

“What?” He asks.

“I look like a cupcake!” This rainbow dress is unflattering, but at least it has nothing to do with your body.

He takes a moment before he speaks again. “I think you look perfect.” He pecks your cheek.

You hold his hands and turn to face him. You give him a soft smile and blush. “Why are you so good to me?”

He doesn’t say anything. He only keeps his smile on. “Did you notice my outfit?”

You let go of his grip so that you can see the outfit. You let out a screech from your disbelieved laugh. “You look like a magician!”

He smirks. “Yeah yeah yeah… I’m better off with my knives.”

“Yes, you’re a bad boy.” You pull him in for a kiss by tugging the collar of his white dress shirt. “Let’s get out of these clothes.”

He smirks. “Haha and then what?”

You playfully punch his arm. “Diego! This is a public place.”

“Not with closed doors, is it…” He grabs your hips and leans his head on yours.

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck. “Here? Right now?”

He nods.

You giggle. “Okay! What the hell. Why no—”

He leans in and presses a hard kiss to your lips. You beam up as you drown your lips with his. He slides the gown down and it instantly falls off you. Neither of you pay any mind to accidentally stepping on it. In this passionate kiss, he slides his hands underneath both cups of your bra. You unclasp the hook of it and it dangles off your shoulders. You rush sliding your panties down and scoff as you kick the poofy and rainbow gown away from both your feet.

He tosses his blazer to the floor and releases the kiss to quickly take his pants and boxers off. You unbutton his shirt which exposes his big and hairy chest. He sits on the bench and you place your legs in between him. He keeps full concentration on you and rubs your back up and down as you hungrily kiss.

You stay on his lap and simultaneously bend down to pick up your purse. You sigh with relief when you see that you kept the pack of condoms there from the other night. “Thought I was going to actually get pregnant today.” You chuckle.

Diego rolls his eyes. “That floor bitch doesn’t know what’s coming!” He presses another hard kiss to you and whispers to you in a hot breath. “You’re perfect.”

You moan after you hear that sweet nothing. He smiles and lifts you off his lap for a dreaded minute. He takes the condom from you and slips it on. He shifts you back to him and gives you a slow and sloppy kiss as you place yourself on top of him. He moans and closes his eyes. “Yeah. Ride me, you bad girl.”

You stare at him deeply and slowly hop on him. He spanks you and looks over to watch your ass jiggle. You gasp and thrust faster. He spanks you harder this time. You feel a burn on you and thrust faster. He grabs your hips and slides you off him. “Turn around and bend over.”

You do as you’re told, and you assume getting back in charge. You go up and down him and he keeps hitting your cute bottom. He revels in the view of your ass jiggling. You go faster and harder and you moan as he manages to reach his cock to your clit. You reach two fingers to your clit and rub them as he starts taking the lead now. After a few more strokes, you moan louder and forget where you are.

He smiles and looks out to check if anyone’s coming in. “He leans in and whispers. “Come for me, babe. Come.” He grabs both your breasts and twists your nipples with his index finger and thumb. It doesn’t do much to your genitals, though it puts you back in the driver’s seat. You rise in reverse cowgirl position and he holds your hair back. “That’s it…” He encourages you. “Keep going.” He can’t help but to thrust along with you. He is also getting close.

You feel yourself clench up and roll your eyes back to what feels like your skull. You call out a long fuck and tell Diego you love him. You fall back on his lap as your knees weaken. You turn around and see him smirking at you. “Did you cum?”

He nods.

“Are you sure?”

He lifts you off him and holds up his messy condom.

You guffaw. “Holy shit…” You eye the door to see how no one walked in on you and your kinky boyfriend. You whisper to him. “How the fuck did we get away with that, Diego!?”

He shrugs. You notice that he gets quiet after sex. Little did you know, he gets into trances after making love to you.

You smirk. “Thank you.” You lean in and kiss the tip of his nose.

He smiles and whispers. “I love you too.”

The fitting room is no longer your enemy.

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[mrs-gucci]

Full Service {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! this idea was rolling around in my brain for a while, but it took a bit for me to get it just right. so, here’s the final finished product!

**I used a translation app for all of the Italian in this story, so I apologize for any mistakes or grammatical errors. all Italian will be in italics, with the translations following the dialogue 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. maurizio calling reader “tesoro”™️. a tiny bit of fluff at the very end. maid/boss roleplay (lowkey?? except reader’s actually a maid lol). oral. no aftercare. dirty talk and name-calling/degradation, but in italian ;)

(possible) tw’s: indifelity/extramarital affair. implied age gap (reader is over 21, no more than 10 years difference).

word count: 2.7k

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

You’d just begun cleaning the marbled kitchen when Mr. Gucci arrives home. You turn around and offer him a small smile, which he ignores, shrugging the briefcase off his shoulder. 

He immediately walks into his office and shuts the door without a single word or glance, and you probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the evening. That’s usually how it went. Patrizia wasn’t home yet, a surprise considering she’s usually home all day when you come to clean. 

You’ve developed quite the crush for Mr. Gucci as of late, although you’d never admit it aloud. He was a bit older than you, not to mention married. But, you couldn’t help it, he was unbelievably handsome, successful, and quick-witted when he wanted to be. Usually after a drink or two.

But, he was a man very dedicated to his work, which often left him with a stern demeanor and a harsh tone of voice. He barely paid you mind, especially not when work was waiting for him in his office. 

You continued to clean for another hour or so; it was a mansion, after all, and the kitchen was at least three times the size of your bedroom. Plus, the extensive marble surfaces and stainless steel appliances require your full service. You were so immersed in your work that you didn’t even notice Mr. Gucci’s presence behind you. 

Only when you turned around did you realize not only him, but the close proximity between your bodies. You gasp, backing up against the cabinetry. 

“Oh! Signore Gucci, mi scuso. Non sapevo che ci fossi.”  (Oh! Mr. Gucci, my apologies. I didn’t know you were there.)

His eyes look you up and down for a brief moment before returning to meet yours, a soft smile pulling at his lips. 

“Va bene, piccoletto. Non volevo farti da parte.” (It’s alright, little one. I didn’t mean to startle you.)

He sighs, looking away.

“Volevo informarvi che Patrizia non tornera stasera.  Ha deciso di restare la notte in una casa di amici.”  (I wanted to inform you that Patrizia won’t be coming back this evening. She’s decided to stay the night at a friends house.)

You could sense that there was something else going on, but you didn’t prod further, deciding that it was none of your business. You nod up at him, a bit confused as to why he’s telling you this. And why he has to be standing so damn close to tell you.

“Grazie per avermi informato, signore. Ho quasi finito di pulire la giornata, quindi saro via tra un’ora circa.”  (Thank you for letting me know, sir. I am almost done cleaning for the day, so I’ll be gone in an hour or so.)

Maurizio reaches his hand up to hold the side of your face, thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You freeze, tensing beneath his touch.

“Da quando hai iniziato a lavorare qui, ho trovato sempre piu difficile concentrarsi sul mio lavoro. Sai perche, piccoletto?” (You know, ever since you began working here, I’ve found it more and more difficult to focus on my work. Do you know why that is, little one?)

“No, signore, non lo so.” (No, sir, I don’t know.)

He runs a single finger down from my lips, tracing a straight line over my throat before it toys with the collar of my uniform.

“La tua uniforme...mi sta distrando.” (Your uniform is...distracting for me.)

The breath hitches in your throat as his fingers rub the material of the smoothed-down collar. His gaze flicks down to where his thumb and forefinger are.

“Quando ti vedo,” (Whenever I see you,)

He begins, leaning in a little closer.

“Trovo che i miei pantaloni cominciino a sentirsi stretti, il che e strano perche ho sistemato tutto il mio costume.”  (I find that my pants begin to feel tight, which is strange because I have all of my suits custom fitted.)

You nearly choke on your breath as his hand travels down the curves of your body, traversing the scoop of your hip before resting just above the hem of your uniform dress.

“E strano, sig. Gucci.” (That is odd, Mr. Gucci.)

His hand begins massaging the side of your thigh gently, and he leans down just a bit further, mouth now right in front of your ear. His hot breath sends a chill down your spine.

“Sta succedendo adesso, in effetti. Pensi di potermi aiutare con questo problema, Y/N?” (It’s happening right now, in fact. Do you think you could help me with this problem, Y/N?)

He presses you up against the cabinets, bodies flush together. A small groan escapes his lips when his obvious erection slides on your lower stomach.

You’ve never been as perplexed and aroused as you are in this moment. The burn between your thighs is nearly unbearable, and as much as you hate to admit it, you wanted this.

“Sono al suo servizio, signore.” (I am at your service, sir.)

Maurizio smirks, hooking a finger under the hem and pulling the stretchable fabric of your uniform dress out, then releasing it, allowing it to snap back into place on your outer thigh.

“In ginocchio, piccoletto.” (On your knees then, little one.)

Without hesitation, you slide down onto your knees, mouth watering as you look up at him, awaiting his next command. He cups your cheek, gently swiping his thumb across your cheekbone. 

“Bellissima e obbediente, capisco. Bene, bene.” (Beautiful and obedient, I see. Good, good.)

You bite your lip as he pats your cheek, then runs a hand over the bulge in his pants, sighing softly at the contact. His fingers curl up underneath, cupping and squeezing his balls while his thumb presses down on the head, rubbing it. He groans, letting out a shaky breath afterwards. 

“Vedi cosa mi fai fare, Y/N? Devo scendere e massaggiarmi cosi, togliendo tempo di lavoro prezioso.”  (Do you see what you make me do, Y/N? I have to reach down and rub myself like this, taking away precious work time.)

You’re soaked already, clit throbbing, begging for attention. You whine softly, chewing your lip as you resist the urge to lunge forward and run your face over his clothed length.

He smirks.

“Questo ti eccita, piccolo? Ti piace immaginarmi di toccarmi cosi nel mio ufficio?” (Does that thought excite you, little one? Do you like imagining me touching myself like this in my office?)

Your eager nod only spurs him on, hips pushing forward into his palm. He quickly takes his hand away, taking a small step closer so that the bulge is mere centimeters from your lips. Your jaw slacks and your breath becomes hot and heavy, mouth eager to worship him. 

His large hand gently wraps around the back of your head, pushing your head forward, encouraging you to touch him. You don’t require any further invitation, mouthing at his length while your nose drags against it. 

He widens his stance, spreading his legs apart as his hips start to grind against your mouth. 

“Oh, e cosi entusiasta. Mi piace, merda.” (Oh, she’s so eager. I love it, shit.)

The back of your head begins to hurt as it’s pressed further and further against the cabinet handles, but you don’t care, reaching around to grab his ass to pull him further into you. Even he seems surprised by this, asscheeks clenching as he suddenly thrusts forward with a low grunt. 

Maurizio wraps his hands in your hair, keeping you still as he pulls back, chest heaving slightly. His pupils are blown wide and he grabs your chin, thumb pressing down into the flesh. 

“Apri bene.” (Open wide.)

He says, grinning down at you as he begins pulling his belt buckle loose. 

Soon, he undoes his pants and pulls himself out from beneath the restrictive material, humming in satisfaction as his length bobs in front of you. His hands rest on either side of your head as he guides his weeping head towards your mouth. You open for him, and he leans forward, pushing into your mouth.

You immediately begin choking and gagging, but he just keeps going, pushing inch after inch inside. His abdomen tenses and his back curls when he’s shoved all of himself in your mouth, letting out a shaky exhale. 

“Cosi, oh bella ragazza, e cosi bella la bocca.” (That’s it, oh good girl, such a good mouth.)

You’re forced to remain still as your throat constricts, head pinned against the cabinets with his hands on either side. Once you adjust to the new intrusion, Maurizio pulls back before thrusting forward again, growling under his breath. 

“Cazzo, e una cosa buona per me.” (Fuck, that’s good, so good for me.)

All you can do is moan as your boss begins fucking your mouth, eyelids brimming with tears at the constant touch of his tip on your uvula. He bends over, supporting himself on the counter with an arm while his hand tightens in your hair, thrusts getting faster.

“Guarda questa bocca che mi allunga per il cazzo. Che brava ragazza, prendendo il cazzo dei capi come se fosse troia.”  (Look at this little mouth stretching out for my cock. What a good girl, taking her bosses cock like the slut she is.)

You moan loudly, hand swiftly snaking down between your legs, fingertips pressing on the throbbing nub to provide relief. When he sees you do this, it only seems to encourage him further, one foot scooting forward so that he’s now almost completely bent over you. 

His hips are becoming desperate, now, losing their rhythm as his inevitable release builds. 

“Ah, sapevo che avresti avuto una bella bocca, Y/N. Ho sempre saputo che saresti ansioso di prendere il mio uccello, disposto a lasciarti usare cosi.” (Ah, I knew you’d have a good little mouth, Y/N. I always knew you’d be eager to take my cock, willing to let me use you like this.)

You’re sobbing around him now, tears streaming down your cheeks at the sheer intensity of the arousal you’re experiencing. He looked so good like this: hair a mess, glasses fogged, panting and grunting with each thrust, all while he slams his cock into your mouth without relent.

Suddenly, he pulls out and stumbles back, hands gripping the edge of the countertop as he catches his breath. He stares down at you with a look of pure hunger, of carnal lust, and it makes you shudder. 

“Alzati e piegati al bancone. Subito.” (Stand up and bend yourself over the counter. Now.)

He strokes himself rapidly as you stand up on shaky legs and bend over, spreading your legs. He’s quick to come up behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you back a bit so that your hips were off the edge. 

You gasp when he yanks the skirt up over your hips, revealing your creamy globes and the red lace thong nestled between them. He growls, making quick work of your panties, shoving them down off your hips before running his fingers along your folds delicately, just barely brushing them. 

Maurizio smirks when your hips try to grind down on him, seeking the friction you so desperately needed. He smacks your ass promptly, causing a choked cry to leave your throat. 

“Stai fermo, Y/N.” (Stay still, Y/N.)

Two of his digits suddenly breach your soaked entrance, pushing up into you. You gasp softly, hips jerking slightly as he begins fucking his thick fingers up into you. His hand spreads across your lower back, keeping you still as he curls his digits up to rub and tease that spongy spot on your walls. 

“C-Cazzo, sig. Gucci, ti prego. Scopami, la voglio cosi male.”  (F-Fuck, Mr. Gucci, please. Please fuck me, I want it so badly.)

He grins, giving your g-spot a few more rubs before pulling his fingers out, smearing the slick over your lips.

“Succhiali, piccoletto. Assaggiati sulle dita.” (Suck them, little one. Taste yourself on my fingers.)

You open your mouth and moan around his digits as you suck them clean, tongue swirling around them before he takes them out. His tip pokes at your entrance and he runs himself over your folds to collect some lubricant before positioning himself behind you. 

“Pronta?” (Ready?)

You don’t even have time to respond before he shoves his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. Your eyes almost bug out of your skull before squeezing shut, a loud gasp coming from your lips. He isn’t necessarily hung, but he’s certainly the biggest and thickest you’ve ever taken. 

His fingers dig into your hips as he remains still, allowing you to adjust to his size. After a moment, he draws back before thrusting forward again, building a steady rhythm with his hips. Small noises come from his lips as he fucks you into the countertop. 

“Si, cazzo. Cosi stretto e piccolo, sapevi di sentirti bene circondato dal mio uccello.” (Yes, fuck yes. So tight and little, knew you’d feel good wrapped around my cock.)

Your insides clench at his whispered words.

“Quante volte ci ha pensato, signore?” (How many times have you thought of this, sir?)

“Troppi per contare.” (Too many to count.)

He growls, hips suddenly bucking forward out-of-rhythm.

“Ogni volta che mi sono toccata, ho pensato a te, a questa stronzetta. Mi chiedevo se fossi stretto e ho pensato che sarebbe bello dividerla a meta con il mio cazzo.” (Every time I touched myself, I thought of you, of this little cunt. I wondered if you’d be tight, and I thought of how good it’d feel to split you in half with my cock.)

Maurizio puts his hand under your thigh and puts it up on the counter, bending down so his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Te lo sei immaginato anche questo, piccolo? Hai pensato a me quando ti sei toccata?” (Did you imagine this too, little one? Did you think about me when you touched yourself?)

You nod.

“Si, signore. Ti pensavo cosi, immaginavo che fossero le tue dita dentro di mi invece che le mie.” (I did, sir. I thought of you like this, imagined it was your fingers inside me instead of my own.)

“Ragazza sporca.” (Dirty girl.)

He snarls, pounding into you harder, hips spurred on by your words.

You’re close, now, walls beginning to pulse around him. He feels this, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other trails down around your front, fingers seeking your clit. 

His hand tightens around your neck, fingers gripping your jaw.

“Lo sento, tu sei vicino, piccolo. Forze, sborra intorno al mio uccello. Copri il tuo capo nella sporca fiaca e mostragli che porchetta sei.” (I can feel it, you’re close, little one. Come on, cum around my cock. Cover your boss in your filthy slick, show him what a little slut you are.)

With only a few circles over your erect clit, coupled with his cock stroking your walls rapidly and the dirty manner in which he was speaking to you, your release comes within seconds. You moan hoarsely, lungs depleted of some oxygen as his hand tightens around your throat. 

“Cazzo, arrivo!” (Fuck, I’m cumming!)

He ruts desperately into you, chasing his climax as he fucks you through yours. At the last minute, he pulls out, furiously jerking his cock before thick hot ropes of cum shoot from his tip, painting your bare ass. He grunts and groans through the whole thing, stroking himself through it before squeezing the head, letting the final drop land on your skin.

Both of you take a moment to catch your breaths and re-center yourselves in reality. Maurizio tucks himself back into his pants before walking over to grab a paper towel, wetting it slightly. He wipes all the drying seed off of your skin for you, bending down to pull your panties back up and your dress back down. 

Your legs are shaky as you stand back up, smoothing out the front of your uniform. Much to your surprise, Mr. Gucci didn’t leave right away, instead turning you around and bending down for a kiss. 

The kiss was gentle and tender, a stark contrast to everything that's happened up until this point. His large hand cupped your cheek and his thumb ran along your cheekbone before he pulled away, offering you a small smile.

“Grazie, piccolo.” (Thank you, little one.)

You return the smile.

“Certo, signore.” (Of course, sir.)

Turns out, the marble and stainless steel weren’t the only things that required your full service today.

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[callmelinamfsnow]

“How Old Are You?”

Ch. 2: Four Days Later Ch. 3: The Beginning of The Date

Warnings: Spoilers for TUA S3

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1,243 (give or take)

a/n: This is a rough draft of a fic I thought of the other day. I wanted to post it and get some hype for when I fully finish it. Also the ending of S3 was bullshit.

“Hey”

Five looked up from his coffee to the girl who had just slid her upper body to rest onto the counter, hair falling as she looked up at him. “Hello” was all Five said but straightened his composure and gave her a smile.

The universe has just been reset. His problems had been solved. He wasn’t about to start off one of his first interactions by being an asshole.

“How old are you?” She asked, squinting her eyes at him a bit as if she could figure it out if she scanned his face more.

Here we go.

“Why do you care?” He replied after a sigh.

“Kind of need to know your age before I can tell you” she continued, sitting up a bit. “Are you at least over 18?”

He paused for a second and thought, while taking her appearance in. She was wearing a simple ripped black jeans, white tank top, and jeans jacket but he was intrigued.

He’d noticed his body had seemed to start aging a bit more over the past three weeks. One of the only positive things to keep him going. It seemed he was at about 18 and he wasn’t about to claim to be younger.

“Yes. I am”

“Great.” She smiled and pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Well now I won’t be embarrassed that I tried to flirt with an underaged kid”

He perked up at that.

“Go on” he smiled and turned himself in the stool to face her. A small smile trying to spill out as he took another sip of coffee. “Not sure what more I have to say. I notice you in your cute suit when you came in and thought you were interesting, but couldn’t figure out if you were of age.” She explained after giving a shrug. Then leaned in closer to him and continued in a low voice, “my friend bet me $10 and the bill if you were older so I’m feeling pretty lucky”

He chuckled at that which caused her to smile a bit. “Well congratulations” he smiled and patted her hand, leaving his nearby when he placed it back on the counter. He was enjoying his first somewhat romantic interaction with a real woman in a while, and he wasn’t going to let her think otherwise. “Does your friend know about your flirtatious plans with me?” Five asked, quickly noticing the simple hoops and necklace she wore.

“Well me saying you seemed cute was what struck up the conversation, and while they did tease me about doing it they aren’t fully aware of it, no” she answered, keeping eye contact that made something in the pit of his stomach churn. She was very attractive, and admittedly looked nothing like Dolores which was new. “Is that because you were afraid of the possibility you’d be flirting with a high schooler?” Five asked as he finished his coffee. She laughed at that and shook her head a bit before replying, “Yes. Would not like to have that moment drawn out anymore that needed to”

“(Y/N) we need to go soon. Who’s paying?” Someone called over from a table causing the woman infront of Five to look over. He couldn’t help but look her over a bit better before he looked at the table. “You are” she smiled back, watching the friend roll their eyes and groan in defeat as the waitress approached with the bill. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to be going soon” she said as she turned to Five, “are you seeing anyone?”

“Not at all” he smiled

“Mind if I give you my number?”

“I’d love nothing more”

“Great” she bit her lip and grabbed a piece of paper and pen from her pocket. Five watched her write her number and what looked like a small note on it, chuckling when he leaned over to get a look and she moved her body to cover it up.

“Is that going to be it for you?” The waitress asked, pointing to Fives coffee. “Oh, uh, yes thank you” he nodded and pushed it closer to her. It then hit Five that he had no way of paying for it, and the waitress seemed to know it as she walked off eyeing him.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, folding up the paper. “Just realized I have no money to pay for this” he sighed quietly, watching out for an employee. “How much is your tab?” “Just this coffee. Probably five dollars with a little tip. Maybe I can find some…” he mumbled the end to himself as he looked around. The sound of (Y/N) rummaging through her pockets followed by her smacking something onto the counter rang through his ears, the latter startling him a bit. “Here. On me” she smiled and slid a $5 bill to him. “You just helped me win a free meal and $10 so I guess it’s the least I could do” she teased at the end, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Thank you (Y/N)” Five hummed, his eyes focusing on her smile for a second until he noticed her bite her lip. He felt another churn in his stomach and met her eyes again, receiving a cocked eyebrow from her. “I’ll pay you back” he added and before she could say it was fine he continued “on our first date”. He let out a cocky smile when she notice her blush lightly and bite her lip again as a small smile spilled from them. “Well alright then…” she trailed off, suddenly realizing she hadn’t gotten his name yet and Five froze for a second. This was a new universe apparently and he could start over. Maybe a new name that drew less questions, but he hadn’t exactly had time to think of a new one.

“I’m Five” he said holding his hand out for her to shake. Her eyebrows creased in confusion and her head tilted to the side a bit as her hand went to shake his. “That’s a cool and different name” she nodded, going silent when Five took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. “Well aren’t you cute” she hummed teasingly causing Five to chuckle. “Why thank you, you’re quite beautiful yourself” he offered back and gently let her hand go.

“(Y/N)! We got to go” her friend called from the table again. “Okay I’m coming” she said slightly annoyed as she glanced back at them. “Guess I should let you go before your friends get upset with you” Five took the piece of paper and put it in his pocket for when he’s be able to get a phone to call her with. “Yeah” (Y/N) sighed, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. Five took the $5 bill and slid it to her waitress, mumbling a “keep the change”. “Well good bye (Y/N).” He smiled, taking her hand and kissing it again. “Bye Five. Looking forward to hearing from you” she smiled.

Giving each other a quick nod she turned and walked back to her friends. Five watching her the whole time, catching her every time she would glance over. Then right before the group exited she gave him a wave which he returned and then watched her disappear into the night.

Fuck he needed to get a phone, and fast.

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Hey, I saw your list over the Netflix prompts and wondered if you could do 9 and 15 for a Diego x Reader from TUA? Maybe even something to do with a Plus size reader? If not that's fine! Thanks!

Hope this is okay :)

9 - “It’s just a stupid crush”

15 - “I can’t believe that I actually thought that you could love me”

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Diego had lost count of how many times he had been in this situation.

A crying girl breaking up with him, telling him that no, it wasn’t that he wasn’t a bad boyfriend and no, they hadn’t been lying when they told him they loved him. But yes, the issue did lie with him. The problem was with him and their childish hope for what could have been.

“I can’t believe I actually thought that you could love me.”

Those words had haunted Diego his entire adult life as he dated more and more people, all of them breaking up with him for that singular reason. 

The worst part about it - Diego didn’t know what they were talking about. 

He loved the people he had dated, he had always put his heart and soul into the relationships, caring deeply for all of them, so he never quite understood what it meant when they would insist that no, he didn’t truly love them after all.

As had become a sort of twisted tradition following him being broken up with, Diego had texted Y/N, his best friend since childhood, the only person outside of his family that he had even properly known while growing up.

As was standard procedure, Y/N had picked Diego up from his now-ex girlfriend’s house and bought him McDonalds at a drive thru, the two of them going for a drive to eat it while Diego ranted to her about the girl.

While he would have normally just allowed Y/N to drop him home after that, wanting to wallow in peace for a little while about finding himself once again single, this time he insisted that Y/N drop him at a bar.

It shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was to him that Klaus - a newly sober Klaus at that - and Ben came by an hour into his drinking.

“Come on, Diego, we should get you home,” Ben said, placing a hand on Diego’s arm.

“No,” Diego huffed, signalling to the bartender to get him another drink.

He could tell that his brothers were exchanging looks over his head.

Klaus sighed and the two of them settled onto the barstools either side of him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Y/N texted you to come get me?” Diego asked instead, taking hold of the full glass in front of him.

“She’s worried about you.”

“She’s always worried about me,” Diego agreed, heart softening a little at the thought.

“What happened?”

“The girl I was seeing broke up with me.”

“How come?”

“She said I don’t love her.”

Neither of his brothers responded and when he looked at them he saw them looking at each other, almost seeming to have a silent conversation with just their eyes.

“What’s going on?” He demanded.

“Just... Diego, can you blame them?” Klaus asked and Ben’s eyes widened.

“Klaus, there’s a way to word it better!” 

“What're you two talking about?”

“Well you have been in love with Y/N since we were kids, and you’re not exactly great at hiding it,” Klaus stated bluntly with a shrug.

“W-that’s not true.”

“Diego,” Ben’s voice was gentle and he placed a hand on Diego’s shoulder. “He’s got a point.”

“There’s nothing between me and Y/N,” Diego huffed, gulping down his drink. “It's just a stupid crush.”

“Well... it’s a stupid crush that you’ve either got to tell her about or move on from if you ever want to be in a happy relationship.”

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[its-five-o-clock]

Polka Dot Dress - Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

Description: Sent by the Handler to hunt down Five, you struggle with self confidence. After a waitress sends a mean comment your way, a surprising visitor comes to your defense. 

Warnings: poor self confidence, food shaming, mentions of appearance

a/n: This may become part of a longer series, but it can be easily read as itself. This is also my first time writing any sort of fanfic in literal years, so be nice. We needed more plus size representation! As always, remember that you are beautiful and amazing just as you are! Both characters are 18 years old. 

Word Count: 1027

Nothing will ever break your self confidence like traveling back in time as a plus size woman. Yet, you found yourself continuing to do it.

It wasn’t as if anyone said anything about your size, at least not to your face, but it was hard not to take notice when your stomach jiggled as you squeezed into your uniform. Even harder when you saw the taut stomachs of the other girls simply slip into theirs.

You could brush that off though. You were barely inside the Commission anyways. As one of the Handler’s most prized recruits you were constantly at work. There was no end to the constant missions. Unfortunately, that also meant you were always struggling with a different beauty standard.

During a 1970s mission, you sat crying in the bathroom of a cult leader’s house because you couldn’t fit into the size 0 flare orange jeans one of the members had let you borrow.

In the early 1600s you almost passed out from the tightness of your bodice while chasing down a rogue princess.

It sucked. No matter what time you went to, some part of your body was wrong. You could never be comfortable.

This thought played on repeat in your mind as you grabbed a briefcase for your next mission. The Handler sent you on a special mission, one that was not necessarily authorized. You were to bring back Five Harvgreeves from the 1960s.

You knew of the man. You had even briefly spoken to him, though you don’t think he ever said anything back. This was not a trip you were looking forward to. Five’s reputation was extensive, he was known for his intelligence and craftiness.

That was not your main concern though. You had also been asked to wear a dress fitting of the times: a mid-thigh shift dress covered in polka dots. All you could think about was the cellulite down the back of your thighs. Sighing, you threw it over your head, not bothering to glance into the mirror before grabbing your briefcase and starting your travel back in time.

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The back of your white heeled shoes came crashing down onto the pavement first. Your knees soon followed. No matter how long you had been time traveling, you were still unable to land steady on your feet. As you stood up and brushed the dirt off of your newly forming scrapes, you began to take in your surroundings.

It appeared that you had landed yourself right in an alleyway. It was dark and everything was gray apart from the bright green overflowing dumpsters lining the walls of the buildings to either side of you. The smell of them was beginning to tickle the back of your throat, so you quickly grabbed the briefcase and walked onto the street to prevent yourself from throwing up.

You slowly walked down the street, trying to get your bearings. The first thing catching your eye was a small diner. Pausing for a moment and trying to remember the last time you sat down to eat a meal, you decided to pop in for dinner. A few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself tucked into a booth in the back corner of the restaurant. You peered at the menu for a few minutes before deciding on a short stack of pancakes with a side of bacon.

Just in time it seemed, as the waitress appeared in front of you. Your eyes remained trained on the menu as you stated what you wanted. There was a pause as you waited to hear the scratch of a pencil on paper, but none came.

Looking up you were met with a sickly sweet smile. “Oh honey, perhaps you should go for a healthier option. I can get you some eggs with a side of steamed vegetables? It will be much better for a woman of your size,” the waitress spoke. It felt like a shard of ice had just impaled your heart. Everything stopped as you looked into her eyes. Words burned the back of your throat as you struggled to speak. Her presence made you feel small, like a child being reprimanded.

You were used to having people not like you. Heck, many people even hated you. It was part of your job. But it had been a long time since someone had outright insulted your weight. You felt transported back to middle school; if it weren’t for the feeling of the briefcase next to you, you would have thought you had actually traveled back to there.

Suddenly you were brought back from your thoughts from a second voice, “She’ll have the pancakes, and I’ll take a coffee. Black. And do me a favor, don’t let me ever hear you talk to her like that again.” The statement left no room for argument and you watched as the waitress nodded and scurried away.

With her now gone, you were left with a clear view of your target: Five Hargreeves.

“Still letting people treat you like trash I see,” he smirked as he slid into the seat across for you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he put a hand up to silence you. “I know she sent you. So let’s get to the point. I’ll let you walk away from here unharmed and you don’t come after me.”

You looked at him, trying to muster up enough confidence to seem unbothered, “I don’t think I can make that work.”

Five leaned forward, hands pressing into the table. “Listen up sweetheart,” he paused staring confidently, “the next time I see you, I’ll have to kill you. And I’d hate to hurt such a pretty thing.” His eyes trailed down your sitting figure, pausing briefly at the tops of your thighs.

Your mouth went dry. He winked at you, standing up just as his coffee arrived. He took a sip, eyes never leaving yours. Before turning to leave and disappearing just as quickly as he had arrived.

Your mind spun with questions: how did he find you, what were you going to do, and where was Five going? More importantly though, when did Five start calling you pretty? And when did you start finding Five hot?

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[plus-size-reader]

That Shirt

Klaus Hargreeves x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2083 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader and Klaus decide to get married, but they run into a few issues, only remedied by his unique wardrobe

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You knew it was crazy.

The idea that you had even considered getting married didn’t make any sense at all but you couldn’t help it..

The truth was that you loved Klaus, more than anything in the world, and when people loved one another, they got married.

It was what normal people did, what you would have done if Reginald hadn’t turned you both into some kind of vigilante superhero squad.

All things considered, it was probably the most mundane thing you’d do in your life.

Still, that didn’t mean everyone else in your interesting little family was so keen on the choice you were making.

Of course, they were shocked by the announcement of your engagement, but you didn’t really think it was going to be as big of a deal as they were making it. You were both adults, and only related as far as your adoption went..

It wasn’t hurting anyone.

...but given the fit Allison was currently throwing, you would have thought you had suggested that you end the world, again.

“I just can’t see you going through with it. I mean, Klaus?” she repeated, for what felt like the fifteenth time since you got here. You wanted to go impromptu dress shopping, seeing as you wedding was in two days, but she wasn’t having it.

Instead, all she wanted to talk about was how bad of an idea getting married was, and the worst part was, if you were her, you would have been doing the same thing.

You knew Klaus, and you knew better than anyone how flippant and strange he was, but you weren’t a child. You knew what was best for you, even if it didn’t make sense to anyone else.

Even if it didn’t make any sense to someone as close to you as Allison.

You understood why she was doing this, why she was your biggest critic, but you also couldn’t make your every decision based on that. You had all lived your entire lives like that thus far, and it wasn’t worth it.

By this point in your life, you wanted to be able to make the choices your father had taken away from you all for so long.

“I know it’s not the choice you would make for me, but I could say the same to you. Like Luthor is such a prize” you shot back, using her crush against her as you so often did when she tried to tease you about Klaus.

She thought this was so strange, but you both knew that sometimes these kinds of things didn’t make any logical sense.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-” she tried, as if she hadn’t been the one to start this in the first place.

All you wanted was to marry the man you loved, and Allison was the one trying to force cold feet on you.

“I do, actually, and every day, I wish you could accept it” you sighed, turning around and leaving the way you’d come without much more in the way of an order.

You loved Allison and you knew that at some point, she would come around. Until she did, you were just going to have to go find a dress yourself.

...unless, of course, there was another way.

There was always one place you could go when the rest of the world felt like it was against you. A place that wasn’t much of a place at all.

“Woah there, why the long face?” Klaus cooed, rolling over in bed the second he heard the door, open and close in succession, followed impressively closely by a heavy sigh from you.

You had that far away look on your face, the look you got when the world made choices for you that you didn’t agree with.

Not that figuring that out was the hard part.

“Oh nothing, I just found out that Allison doesn’t think we should be getting married. So, it must be a tuesday” you grumbled, flopping down on the space on his bed Klaus had made for you, having already anticipated your deflating into him.

There was no good reason a man like him should have been so good at reading you, and yet, even with his brain scattered five ways from Sunday, he could crack you open like a book.

“It’s okay honeybunch, I still think getting married is a great idea” he allowed, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he did his best to focus on actually making you feel better. The two of you knew this was going to go down this way.

The only thing he couldn’t figure out was why you cared so much.

You had never worried about the opinions of your siblings before.

“I’m not kidding, Klaus. What if it is one big mistake?” you sighed, ignoring the soft kiss he pressed to your forehead as you further retreated into his frame, rather than focusing on the disaster that surrounded you.

You were supposed to get married in two days, and so far, you didn’t have anything.

The two of you had decided to have your wedding in the backyard of the manor, so it would be small and private, but even then, there was still so much that had to be done. There had to be food, places to sit, and a dress.

You still needed a dress.

“We aren’t ready for this” you muttered, your words buried so far into his chest that you weren’t even sure that he had heard them but the more you thought about it, the more you hoped he hadn’t.

Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t a mistake.

You knew that marrying Klaus was the only thing you wanted to do, and that it was going to make you happy.

...and thankfully, Klaus knew it too.

Even after all these years, there wasn’t anything you could hide from him.

It was clear to him that the stress was getting to you, and because of that, Klaus made up his mind. This was one of those times when it was his job to take care of you like you had taken care of him a million times over.

After all, he was going to be your husband pretty soon and husbands didn’t let their wives stumble into nervous breakdowns.

“Okay, get up grumpy. I’ve got an idea” he prompted, all but rolling over you to stand up. You were going to get a dress with Allison, but given the circumstances, it seemed she wasn’t going to be joining you.

Instead, the man in front of you was going to use every bit of fashion prowess and skill he had to figure something else out.

All he had to do was get you up out of bed.

“There’s no point. I doubt anybody's even going to come”

Those words were little more than another groan from your throat, this time flowing seamlessly into the fabric of Klaus’ sheets. Evidently, since everyone else thought your getting married was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t worth throwing a big party.

Maybe it was stupid.

You weren’t children anymore, and the idea of a big white wedding was one that seemed sort of out of place for you. If your father could see it now, you were sure he would lock you in your closet.

He hadn’t raised you to get married, or care for anyone in the first place.

Not that he managed to actually raise you to do much of anything.

“What if this whole wedding is just to get back at him? What if it’s one big mistake?” you repeated, your voice just as small and uncertain as he could have expected when you did manage to raise your head from the mattress.

However, as much as Klaus wanted to rush to your side and convince you of just how wonderful an idea this was, it wasn’t going to make a difference.

His words weren’t going to make you feel better. Klaus knew that if he was going to make a real difference, if he was going to convince you that this was what you should be doing, it was going to take something bigger.

Something grander.

Thankfully, before you could wallow anymore in your upset, Klaus found exactly what it was he was looking for.

“Hold that thought, for one second” he prompted, leaving the room for just a second with the garment he’d been searching for tucked under his arm, hidden from your curious gaze.

You had no idea what he could have had going on, or why he wasn’t taking this more seriously but you knew Klaus well enough to know that there was no stopping whatever off the rails thing he had in mind.

It would just be better to let him do his thing, and maybe, he may even help you figure this out by the time he’s done.

He did have a habit of surprising you like that.

“Here! If I wear this, no one will pay any mind to what you’re wearing” Klaus teased, entering the room again with a start, a smile so wide there that you feared he may physically tear the flesh of his handsome face.

After so many years with Klaus, you had learned not to be shocked by anything he brought to the table.

That being said, you couldn’t stop yourself from gawking a little bit at the dress shirt Klaus was currently wearing, waiting for your input.

It was quite the shirt, flowy with an ornate pattern in emerald green and black, finished with a red-orange trim.  

“That actually works quite nicely with your complexion” you shrugged, only standing when he offered a hand to you, the cuffs of that shirt flapping as he moved in a way that brought a smile to your face.

It didn’t matter how hard you tried to remember who frustrated and flustered you were, that garment had to have been the most hilarious thing you’d ever seen.

“I sure hope so, this is my nicest outfit” he defended, shooting you a wink that let you know this was his plan all along. Always the clever jester, he knew it would be better to distract you than to let you wallow in your own self-pity.

You wouldn’t have looked at it as something to get married in, not at first, but the more you studied the truly hideous shirt, you understood just what he was getting at.

Klaus was quick enough to pose it as a joke, but the point behind his actions was loud and clear to you. As long as the two of you were together, it didn’t matter who was there to witness it or if you were wearing a potato sack.

Marrying the man you loved was the most important thing, and if he wanted to get married in something like that, you would happily stand by his side.

“I love you” you gushed, barely holding back a cheek-splitting grin of your own as you admired the beautiful disaster in front of you.

Klaus had always been the most authentic, raw person you had ever had the privilege to know and the fact that you were lucky enough for him to love you as you loved him was all you should have been thinking about now.

Your wedding was supposed to be one of the best days of your life, after all.

...and, even though it wasn’t here yet, you knew that it would be as long as Klaus was by your side.

“You love the shirt, but I’ll take it” he grinned, reaching down to capture your hand in his own before leading you back toward the entrance of the room, his focus set on something that you couldn't have hoped to predict on your own.

Not that you got a chance to ask him to tell you before he took it upon himself to fill you in.

After all, there was still a problem at hand, even if he had managed to put it into perspective for you.

“We still have a little bit to do before this shirt and I can make you our wife” he teased, only further proving to you that this was the man you wanted to marry. Only Klaus could talk about his shirt like its own entity.

To be fair, though, there was nothing more you wanted than to be the Lady Hargreeves, floral shirt or no.

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[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Sweet You | Ben Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Ben Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader (she/her)

✦ word count — 900-ish.

✦ request — could you do a Ben Hargreeve story with a shy plus size reader?

✦ warnings — something that could be an spoiler for season 2 but not really because I’m not following that plot line, awkwardness, mentions of alcohol and food, language (I think), fluff.

✦ a/n — my first time writing Ben, or any of The Hargreeves for that matter! Let me know how I did.

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Ben always caught you staring at him, but you never held his gaze. He always wondered if he was the problem, if you stared because he made you feel uncomfortable.

He met you through Klaus who had insisted he would love you. Ben hadn’t believed it at first, his brother’s judgment when it came to people wasn’t the best.

Having his body back came with the price of being introduced to every human being Klaus had ever interacted with. Most of the time, Ben could get out of the situation easily — he just stood silent and let Klaus do the talking.

It hadn’t bothered him until he met you. Klaus and you had tightly hugged each other, you hadn’t minded the fact that Ben didn’t know what to say and kindly waved at him when Klaus introduced you.

You knew everything about the family, Klaus had told you every detail in a downtown bar where you had been working as a bartender at. You took pity of him and made him company until closing time.

When Klaus confessed he didn’t have a place to stay, you offered him your couch.

You were the kind of person Ben wanted Klaus to be around, you were good for him — but he wanted you to be comfortable around him too.

“Why does she hate me?” Ben asked out loud by mistake.

Klaus, intrigues, leaned over and stared at his brother. “Who hates you, Benny boy?”

“(Name),” Ben grumbled.

“Sweet (Name) doesn’t hate anyone! Well, she hates Nazis and those types of people but you get what I mean.”

Ben groaned, exasperated. “I know you’re not taking this seriously because you don’t care—“

Shushing him, Klaus lifted a hand. “I care about your little crush on my friend,” he said, indignant. “But you should talk to her about that.”

“She doesn’t talk to me.”

“She’s shy! Make her feel comfortable first.”

“I don’t know her well, Klaus!”

“Then get to know her. Ask her about herself.”

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Klaus’ idea was stupid. Ben had never had a real conversation with you, he only got to hear quiet passing comments or your assistance to one of his brother’s stories.

Knowing it was just your shyness was a relief, he could admit that, but it brought other problems his way.

The only shy person he had met was Vanya, and he had made a lot of mistakes and hurt his sister.

Lunchtime could be nerve-wracking on some days. You were getting better at ordering items and thanking servers without sounding awkward. It was such amazing progress from your trembling voice last year.

You had munched on an energy bar that day in order to avoid the hassle of stuttering your way into ordering food. You could cook something at home for dinner.

You halted your steps when you encountered a familiar figure outside your workplace. Oh no, had Klaus opened his mouth and told Ben about your crush on him?

It was embarrassing, to say the least. You had always found what you knew about Ben interesting, he sounded like a sweet guy who didn’t deserve the treatment he endured as a child.

But you never thought you would meet him, much less assume you would take a real liking to him.

You had shared more silent moments than conversations and knew a few things about him because you spent absurd amounts of time gazing at him, ingraining in your brain his quirks and tics.

“Hi, (Name).”

You waved at him. “Hi, Ben.”

He really liked the way you said his name, always softly. Smiling, he asked, “What makes you feel comfortable?”

Tilting your head, you frowned. No one had ever asked you something like that, you weren’t sure what to answer or how to interpret his question.

He huffed a laugh, sitting down on the concrete step. His hunched over position made him look more approachable.

“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

You shook your head.

“That’s something,” he conceded, making a motion with his right hand.

“I’m not good with people,” you found the courage to explain.

He looked up at you. Again, you didn’t hold his gaze; but he saw some progress, you were looking at him now.

“It’s okay,” he assured you. “I haven’t talked to anyone but Klaus in years, if that helps.”

Ben beamed, hearing you giggle.

You rested your index finger on your upper lip, clearing your throat in attempts of stopping your giggles. His expression made you ignore the reflex, he didn’t seem to find your laugh annoying like other people did.

“You’re really pretty,” Ben complimented you, slowly standing up to not startle you.

Bashfully looking down, gripping your purse to hold onto something, you mumbled, “You’re handsome yourself.”

His heartbeat accelerated. Ben should’ve been used to it, his stomach usually flipped when he saw you. There was something special about hearing you compliment him, he felt seen for once.

”Would you like to take a walk with me?”

You gave him a timid smile. “I would love to.”

Ben lead the way, waiting for your steps to match his to fall into conversation. He wasn’t sure what to ask, but he was sure now he wouldn’t mess it up.

Getting to know you was easier than he thought. One question lead to the other, a small tangent to a new discovery.

“Shit.”

You halted your steps. “What’s wrong?”

Ben pouted. “Klaus was right.”

His whine was adorable, so adorable you kept yourself from agreeing with him.

You would thank Klaus later, though.

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[insufferable-bastardz]

Fanfic recs - Week 11 (august 07)

Alright, in light of recents Netflix release, season two of The Umbrella Academy, and my love for those nerds, this week’s recommendations will mostly be TUA recs.

And also because of my most recent Fanfic Rant, next week will be a plus size special for my fellow thicc girls out there ♥

(if you want to check previous recommendations, here my (sort of) masterpost )

Enjoy!

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Naked - Diego Hargreeves x Reader by @waiting-for-motivation

Summary:  When Luther visits Diego in the boiler room of the gym, he doesn‘t notice one certain person in his brothers bed - a very naked girl.

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Hidden Attraction - Diego Hargreeves x Reader by @ofmythsandmadness

Summary:  It’s all fun and games, until feelings come out and get hurt.

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Of Witches and Ghosts - Ben Hargreeves x Reader by @fandomlit

Summary: Reader been the witch friend of Klaus and Ben for two years without even seeing the ghost himself. Until she decides to change that.

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Unnamed Piece - Platonic!Ben Hargreeves x Reader x Platonic!Klaus Hargreeves (i think) by @mymagicsuitcase

Summary*: Reader has been firends with Klaus and Ben for a while, and even though she cannot see the second boy, she has fun teasing him along Klaus.

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Hotch’s Daughter - Criminal Minds x Reader by @fandomlit

Summary: Hotch finally brings his oldest child in to meet the team, which starts a small rivalry for your affections throughout the day. but little did they know...

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There you have it folks, this is all for now and if you have any suggestions let me know (specially TUA since I binged the whole second season my love for Ben came back)

Hope you all enjoy and please, please, please, please, if you end up reading any of these recommendations and like it as much as I do, give the writer some love, even if is just a like or a reblog.

Sending lots of love to all of you ♥

*(this piece does not have an official summary)

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[craccjhead]

Writing Shtuff (Rules, masterlist, who and what I write for, etc..)

Main acc: @milkfromhell

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Requests: Open || CLOSED

Now currently doing:

Some requests still in my draft ;)

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MASTERLISTS

[Tua Masterlist]

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WHO I WRITE FOR

The Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves (Platonic only!)

Ben Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Doctor Who

Tenth Doctor

Rose Tyler

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WHAT I WILL WRITE

Fluff, Angst, Oneshots, Imagines, Blurbs, Short series, Headcanons, Drabbles, AUs

Gender neutral readers, trans readers, male readers, female readers, race neutral readers

Platonic xReaders

Sibling xReaders (Especially with the Hargreeves siblings)

Plus size xReaders

Topics like violence, drinking, smoking, etc…

Implied smut

LGBTQ+ Relationships

WHAT I WON’T WRITE

Smut

Miscarriages, rape, non/dub-consent

Incest

Character x Character fics, but the Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale x Crowley), Vissy (Vanya x Sissy), and Klave (Klaus x Dave) is fine! But I can't write TenRose since I can't write their dynamic very well :')

Pregnancy/Parenting shtuff

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PLEASE…

Be patient when you have requested, or are requesting! I’m quite busy nowadays, since online school started

Don’t spam my ask box with the same request!

Have fun with your requests, my ideas are a bit boring :o

Give constructive criticism! I’m still experimenting with my writing style, and I’ve just recently started putting my fics out into the internet, so it’s cool!

Tell me if my fics are offensive, and I’ll take it down!

Thank you!~

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