#the umbrella academy x plus size reader

[nobitchs-world]

How I feel after making all my oc’s over powered

[plussizeappreciationfics]

One Shot: I wish I could take back my words

Pairing: Justin H. Min x Black Plus Size Reader

"You-you just don't understand..." Justin sighed in frustration, the room thick with the ongoing tension between you two. A delightful, relaxing afternoon of the two of you cooking together, talking for hours and making some sweet love now had turned into an argument.

It all had started with a joke you had giggled out, mentioned that Justin's racist fans would maybe try to boycott the final season of The Umbrella Academy due to him dating a gorgeous black woman like you. At first, you thought that he'd laugh along with you because the idea was actually funny but once you were met with Justin's cold stare, you knew that you might have struck a nerve.

A big one even.

"What don't I understand, Justin? It was a stupid joke, of course your show will air its final season. Hundred thousands of people are eagerly waiting for it. Netflix won't consciously fumble their bag like that..." you explained with a sigh, slowly getting annoyed too now.

The two of you were sitting on the couch, not cuddling anymore but shooting cold glares at one another now. You did miss the soft warmth of your boyfriend's chest, the soft thumping of his steady heartbeat near your ear.

"Babe, the joke is offensive. Imagine one of my fans saying that about you? Wanting me to dump you due to your skin color...".

Your eyes widened at this statement while a dark cloud of anger started bubbling in your stomach.

"Wow" you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief while clenching your jaw. "Would you dump me for your fans?". The question shot out of you before you could even realize it. Your boyfriend blinked in shock as his cheeks suddenly changed into a soft pink shade. He didn't say a word.

Justin was prone to blushing for 3 reasons:

1. Embarrassment

2. Sexual arousal

3. Being caught doing something

Your eyes didn't leave his rosy cheeks as he suddenly struggled to create a sentence, tumbling over a few syllables as his eyes avoided your face.

"Talk to me..." you whispered, an uneasy feeling now creeping under your skin, a part of you wanting to run and hide but this was not the time for such foolery.

"I-I wouldn't...", your boyfriend hushed in a whisper so light, you easily could've overheard it.

"But..?" , you added.

"I've been having some doubts." , Justin finished. It was quiet after his statement as you needed a few seconds to actually chew over his words. This was new. Not once had you noticed or thought about your lover having doubts about your relationship. About you.

"My love" he gently whispered, panic slowly rising within him. This was not how he had planned to address his fears. The sight of you sitting there, shocked and speechless was very unpleasant. He knew that he had hurt you. He knew that he had reacted in the wrong way.

"What are your doubts about?" you asked, fixing your eyes back to his face while your heart sounded in your chest. Your fingers automatically started to tap softly against your thick thighs, a habit you had when you felt hurt or vulnerable.

"What if my fans could never accept our relationship? I've never dated outside my race and don´t get me wrong (Y/N)- I love our relationship...But I also feel like I´ve somehow turned my back towards like....my people...you know?", Justin finished, anxiety seeping through his body like a massive tidal wave. He had finally voiced his deepest worries and based off the look on your face, he knew that he had also hurt you.

All you could do was blink slowly, his words replaying themselves in your head. The painful pressure you felt in your chest was hard to ignore, the lump forming in your throat very hard to swallow. You were hurt, deeply.

"If...If you-", you could barely form a sentence. This wasn´t your first interracial relationship, you had gained enough experience to feel secure about yourself and your cultural background. But this was new.

"If you feel worried about turning your back on your people, then maybe you shouldn´t be with me..." you whispered, the words slowly killing you inside while you quickly got up in search for your shoes and purse. The need to just disappear growing by the second while you were frantically looking for your things.

"(Y/N), baby it wasn´t meant like that" Justin´s voice sounding higher than usual, he had shot up from the couch and was following you like a dog that had lost its owner. His eyes teared up while he desperately tried to get a hold of your arm, almost sobbing on the spot when you hissed and finally had put your shoes on, now looking for your damn purse.

I should have never said anything, you stupid idiot. Justin thought to himself. He wished that that he had never hushes a word. He couldn´t stand the thought of the two of you breaking up. You were the best thing that had happened to him. He had fallen for you the second his friend Emmy had introduced the two of you. Hell, the love you had blessed his life with was too good to be true, so good that his insecurities tried to sabotage it. Now, the consequences of his stupid actions were creeping up on him.

"Justin" you whispered in pain when he tried to hug you, the tears now having made their way down his soft cheeks. He was holding your hands, swallowing the pain while staring so sadly into your beautiful eyes, he was silently begging you to stay. All you could do was shake your head and mumble a soft "I don´t want you to feel bad for dating outside your race. Stay dating inside your group of people", and with that you quickly made your way out of his apartment, holding back the tears while you quickly made your way to your car and drove away, while your now ex-love was staring defeated into the space you were just standing in, slowly sinking to his knees as a soft sob left his mouth....

...Part 2?

-Emmanuelle♥️

[hi-satan]

What character do you hate the most?

(All opinions are valid anybody who bashes other opinions is blocked)

[slasherloverss]

So, I have joined a while ago, and I feel like I can write headcannons and oneshots or just really a long story, here's some of the the stuff I will write and I will NOT

I will write .

Smut.

Fluff.

Breeding kink

Dom/sub.

Angst

Praise kink.

Possibly any kink.

What I will not write.

P3dophill@

Feet kink.

R@p3.

Forced s3x.

I can write any show,movie, YouTuber, anything, so if you want a request message me 🥹🥹 (I'm begging you)

[trash-gobby]

Ultimate Masterlist

Here is where you will find all the stories I've written along with each fandom as a header. If there are any new or old stories they can be found here. The old inventory system I had is dead. This will be the home of all content I've written or created from now on.

Fandoms

Action/Adventure

🔫 James Bond 🔫

Happiness Is a Warm Gun 🔞

All The Time In The World - *NTTD SPOILERS* 

Dario X GN!Reader - Yandere Headcanons 🔞

Dario X SadisticFem!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Drama

🏏 Heather's 🏏

Jason Dean - Yandere Headcanons 

Veronica Sawyer - Yandere Headcanons 

Horror

👽 Alien Franchise 👽

Bishop Headcanons

Bishop Headcanons - His friendship with the Colonial Marines 

First Snow on Earth 

How They Would Play Sims 2 & 4

Lance Bishop Fluff Alphabet

Dallas & J.M. Lambert Dating Headcanons

Colonial Marines W/ Virgin Reader 🔞

Scott Gorman NSFW Alphabet 🔞

William Hudson NSFW Alphabet 🔞

🎭 Behind The Mask 🎭

Leslie Vernon X GN!S/O who’s Jealous of Taylor

🎄🩸 Black Christmas 🩸🎄

Billy Lenz X Short Gothic GN! S/O

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Billy Lenz X GN!S/O - Who Hides Gifts Around The House For Him To Find!

Jess Bradford - Fluffy Dating Headcanons w/ Trans Masc!S/O

🚶The Boy 🚶

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P1

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P2

Dating Brahms Headcanons (Possessive Brahms)

Brahms X GN!Reader - Trying to Leave The House 🔞

🚀 Farscape 🚀

Moya Crew w/ Artistic S/O

🪱 The Faculty 🪱

Zeke Tyler Dating Headcanons

🚑 Flatliners 🚑

Nelson Wright X AFAB!Reader Meet at a House Party

Nelson X GN!Reader - Cuddling For The First Time

🐺 Ginger Snaps 🐺

Ginger X Fem!Reader SFW & NSFW Headcanons 🔞

Ginger Fitzgerald Headcanons ��

🎃 Halloween 🎃

Michael with a physically & verbally affectionate s/o

Michael Myers GN!S/O with Separation Anxiety

🔥 Hellboy 🔥

Poly!Hellboy & Liz Sherman X GN!Reader Headcanons

A Long Hard Day

Nuada X Agent!Reader Headcanons

⛓️ Hellraiser ⛓️

Pinhead - Hellraiser: Headcanons

💄Jennifer's Body 💄

Jennifer Check X Male!Reader

🦇🩸Lost Boys 🩸🦇

∞ When You’re a Stranger ∞ - Chpt. 1, Chpt. 2

When did Max get Thorn???

David - General Headcanons

David - Fluff Alphabet

Dwayne - Headcanons

Dwayne - Fluff Alphabet

Laddie - Headcanons

Marko - Headcanons

Paul - Headcanons

Descending Angel - part one, part two

♊ Malignant ♊

Gabriel May X GN!S/O - Who Writes Him Gothic Love Poems

🥀⚰️ Mortuary ⚰️🥀

Flowers For a Grave - Paul Andrews X Fem!Reader

❣️My Bloody Valentine ❣️

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Harry Warden W/ Pregnant S/O

🦇🕶️ Near Dark 🕶️🦇

Severen Van Sickle X Pinup!Reader

Severen Van Sickle NSFW Alphabet🔞

👹 Nightbreed 👹

Dr. Decker X POC Plus Size!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Decker X Plus Size POC!Reader - Darkness Is A Stitch Away

📸 🔪 Scream 🔪 📸

Billy Loomis X Fem!Reader - Comforting her after losing someone close to her

Poly!Ghostface Finding Out Their Girlfriend is Pregnant

🚲 Stranger Things 🚲

Wipe Out

Eddie Munson - Fluff Alphabet

🥩🪝 Texas Chainsaw Massacre 🪝🥩

Christmas dinner with the Sawyer's

🌌 The Thing 🌌

R.J. MacReady NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Assimilation - Palmer X GN!Reader

Palmer - Headcanons

Science Fiction

👽💅 Earth Girls Are Easy 💅👽

Mac - Fluffy Dating Headcanons

🦖 Jurassic Park 🦖

Dating Ian Malcolm Would Include

🌠 Star Wars: The Old Republic 🌠

Two Bounty Hunters Walk Into a Guild Meeting

Superhero

☔ Umbrella Academy ☔

Luther Hargreeves X Fem!Reader - NSFW & Dating Headcanons 🔞

Fantasy

✨ Legend ✨

Wicked Game 🔞

🌊 Legend of Korra 🌊

Korra Dating Kuvira's Sibling Headcanon's

[andromedathelovely]

hiii!! my name is andromeda, i am eighteen years old (a gemini!!), i am an INFP-T, and i am from the USA. I speak english and a bit of Italian (more understanding than speaking/writing), and i really want to start writing fanfics, so if anyone has any suggestions or requests please ask!!

i’m willing to write x readers, reader inserts, headcanons, and AU's!!! however i will keep everything sfw since i'm not comfortable writing anything other than that right now lols :0

media i can write about:

• The Lost Boys

• Miraculous Ladybug

• Harry Potter + Hogwarts Legacy

• My Hero Academia

• The Umbrella Academy

• Descendants

• Marvel + X-men

• Diary of a Wimpy Kid

• American Horror Story

• Avatar: The Last Airbender (OG+Live Action)

• One Piece (Live Action)

• The Arcana

• Stardew Valley

• Obey Me! Shall We Date?

• A Series Of Unfortunate Events

• Wednesday (tv show)

• Ouran High-school Host Club

• and more!!

* what i'm hoping to do on this page is create more inclusive x readers/fanfics! i want to make sure that more people can relate to fanfics since i always seem to see the very same things over and over again. :0 * so for my hyper-feminine readers, masculine readers, poc readers, tall readers, plus size readers, gender-neutral readers, + i got you ( ˘ ³˘)

(i will continue to update this post, possibly with links!) ♡*<3

[jhopezwrld]

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

DIEGO HARGREEVES

(hc) nsfw headcanons

(drabble) fluff + smut w/ diego

(hc) diego x plus sized!reader

KLAUS HARGREEVES

(hc) nsfw headcanons

FIVE HARGREEVES

(hc) nsfw headcanons

[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’

~

“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.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

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.

❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎

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.

❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎

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.

❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎

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.

[callmelinamfsnow]

Four Days Later

Warnings: (Kind of) spoilers for TUA S3 Word Count; 2,100+

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Five figures out how to get a phone and makes it his mission to make you smile and blush to death before your date. Ch. 1: “How Old Are You?” Ch. 2: The Beginning of The Date

A/N:This story ended up getting way too long so I’m just making their date another part. This is also like 25% texts.

“Hi is this (Y/N)?”

“Yes, who’s this?”

“It’s Five from the diner”

“Oh I was wondering when you were going to text me.

Thought you’d just conned me out of my money and ran”

“I’d be an idiot to do that”

(Y/N) smiled at that text, biting her lip as she thought of something to reply. It’d been four of five days since the day at the Diner, and each day both of them grew a bit more anxious to talk to the other. Five felt like he was going to go crazy.

He’d discovered some keys in his coat pocket when he left the Diner which led him to a small townhouse walking distance from there. He got lucky that he got there just as it had started to rain.

‘I wonder if she likes the rain’

He took off his suit jacket and put it on the hook behind the door. Slowly making his way through the home, taking in the plain design and simple furniture. The kitchen was clean. A few pieces of fruit in a fruit bowl on the counter along with a coffee maker and a small coffee station.

‘Cute’

He unbuttoned his vest as he made his way to the upstairs, passing by an open bathroom before walking into the master bedroom. Slipping his vest off he let out a “huh” and dropped it onto the bed, going to undo his tie next. The room seemed bigger than it really was. Maybe it was the plain white walls with no decorations. He had nightstands on either side of his bed. A tall dresser next to his door. A small chair in the corner of his room with a simple lamp next to it.

He dropped his tie on the bed and went to take off his shirt next as he walked into the bathroom. “Holy shit” he mumbled as he got a good look. The shower with the deep tub took up most of the room, but he didn’t complain. Who needs all that space to take a shit? He opened one door that led to a small space for the toilet, losing interest and closing it quickly. He opened the other on the wall next to it that led to his closet, just as he finished taking off his shirt. His wardrobe matched the house. Plain. Simple.

“Well at least it’s not a school boy uniform” he sighed and dropped his shirt in the hamper, exiting through the doors that led back to his bedroom.

Now that he didn't have to worry about being homeless he could focus on figuring out if he had a job, and if not how to get one so he could get a phone to talk to (Y/N). Four days later he managed to secure a job and use the cash he found in his home to get a phone and plan. Now he was finally able to talk to her again.

"So how have you been since we last saw each other?"

She stared at the text and contemplated what all to say. In reality, everything was great until yesterday which is why she had been so relieved to have her self-deprecating thoughts proved wrong when Five finally messaged her.

"Eh. I've been better, but I'm happy to finally hear from you :)"

"Well, I'm happy to hear that I made you happy.

What's wrong?"

Five furrowed his brows as he read the "I've been better" over again. He didn't like the thought of her having a bad day.

"I'm just tired from being responsible and dealing with family"

"I can empathize with the latter

Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah I have two older sisters, you?"

"I have six adopted siblings

I'm also adopted"

"Wow, you just get more and more interesting huh?"

"Guess so

I'd love to tell you more of my interesting facts over some coffee or dinner maybe. When are you free?"

"Sounds like fun

I can do Thursday or Friday"

"Thursday

The sooner the better

Want to see that pretty smile as soon as possible"

My goddess, he was making her smile so much her face was going to start hurting soon.

"Well, Thursday it is (:

So which one do you want to do?"

"Whichever you're more comfortable with"

"Coffee sounds good

What time?"

"Noon?

You chose the place"

"Noon is good for me and okay let me think of somewhere cute and I'll send you the address"

"Starbucks doesn't make the cut?"

"I'd like to see if I can think of any other better options than a crowded, loud Starbucks"

She giggled as she sent the last text, biting her lip as she thought of a place for their date. Granted Starbucks wouldn't be the worst place to do it, but an alternative with more privacy and a cuter environment sounded more appropriate. There were a couple of places that came to mind, but one was a bit pricey and the other was a bit far.

“Don’t stress about it too much. I’m fine with a cup of coffee and you.”

“Fuuuuuck me” she groaned as she read the text, placing her hand against the wall and dropping her head. (Y/N) stayed like that for a minute before breaking into a little happy dance/sway. “Oooo I hope this shit doesn’t go South” she sighed, a giant smile on her face as she wrote her reply.

“Might make you prove it and choose a shitty place on purpose”

“Well that’d sure make an interesting first date

Would you mind if we paused so I could go shower?”

“Yeah of course

I can figure out where we’ll go while you’re in there”

“Alright I’ll be back in a jiff”

Five had actually been standing in his bathroom in nothing but his boxers ready to turn on the water for a while, but he couldn’t bring himself to pause the conversation. He sighed as he turned the water on and slipped out of his boxers. He hadn’t been lying when he said all he needed was a cup of coffee and you. He was a simple man, whose only interest was to get to know you better and maybe (hopefully) see you again.

Once the water was warm enough he got in, sighing in contentment as he felt it hit him. He hadn’t exactly been able to have a nice shower for the past month considering he was saving the world and the hotel showers’ were shit. But his, his had a detachable shower head with four different settings, all of which brought him utter joy. Although he was supposed to be taking a relaxing shower, he couldn’t help but rush to resume talking to her.

Meanwhile (Y/N) had been trying her best to distract herself from waiting for his text. Deciding to help herself to some ice cream as she thought of a place to go to. She scrunched her nose up and groaned, annoyed at how much she was overthinking things, and switched back to her texts reading his over again. All he wanted was her and some good coffee. Plain and simple. “Okay, okay stop fucking with yourself and just pick” she muttered to herself before eating another spoon of ice cream. Her phone got placed on the counter while she cleaned up, finally able to distract herself.

Five let out a breath as he got out of the shower and put his towel on. He didn’t hesitate in opening his phone, reading your reply of “Have fun” and cracking a small confused smile.

“I’m back”

(Y/N) stilled when she heard her phone go off, a smile starting to spread on her face as she made her way over.

“Welcome back

I decided on where to go”

“That’s great, where?”

“There’s a nice café/bakery I haven’t gone to in a bit.

I think you’ll find the coffee to your liking”

“Sounds perfect”

The two spent the rest of the night and the following day talking. Their conversations didn't stray too far from the normal “How is your day going?” or small talk. When the day of their date finally came, (Y/N) was somewhat surprised when she excitedly woke up earlier than she normally does. As she checked the time on her phone. The lack of a message from Five most likely meant he hadn’t woken up yet or was busy. Taking the opportunity, she went to shower, deciding today would be a bit of a self-care shower.

One relaxing shower she walked back into her bedroom, debating if she should stick to her simple hair routine. In all honesty, she was kind of lazy and didn’t feel like doing the most with her hair. However, she was going on a date. “Ugh, this sucks” she semi-whined before grabbing her nice scented lotion and putting it on. While finishing up she realized she hadn’t checked her phone or even bothered to reply to Five. “Oooo sorryyyy” she sing sang/mumbled, picking up her phone just as a text came in.

“Good morning sunshine

We still on for noon at the cafe?”

“Look at that I was just about to text you too

And yes of course we are

You still owe me those five dollars ;)”

“Don’t worry I didn’t forget dear”

“Dear”. That was new. (Y/N) has been called babe and mamas by guys before, maybe even a love every once in a while, but she couldn’t help the butterflies in her chest when she read that pet name.

“Good 😌”

The next few hours consisted of (Y/N) and Five both mentally and physically preparing for the date. With the help of her roommate (Y/N) was able to decide on an outfit that was cute, comfortable, and even made her feel confident.

“So what else do you have planned for the date,” her roommate asked as she helped (Y/N) put her necklace on. “Umm, nothing really. We’re just gonna get coffee and talk” she shrugged and looked herself over in the mirror. “Really? Kind of basic, no?”

“Yeah I guess but I also didn’t want to do that much for our first date and he had said all he needed was some coffee and me for it to be a good date”

“Awe that’s cute”

“Right? I was smiling so hard when I got the text.” (Y/N) said as she turned to look at her friend. “I’m also just kind of going to see how things go on the date and maybe we’ll… hmm, shit I don’t know” she huffed at the end, trying to think of what else they could do. “It’s nice outside so I was going to say we could go for a walk or something but that’s kind of the same thing. Movies?” She asked more than suggested. “Yeah that sounds good, or a bookstore/ the library? You said you thought that’d be a cute idea and you’re already being aesthetic and getting coffee” her roommate replied in a reassuring tone.

(Y/N) didn’t exactly have much experience or luck with dates, having to deal with her share of assholes. Her friends and family weren’t exactly the most helpful and the ones that were had their things to deal with. Things (Y/N) would consider more important than her, even when they obviously weren’t. Therefore her roommate was more than happy to offer to help her out after they stumbled upon the topic in their morning small talk.

“Yeah, I just hope I find I book I like and can concentrate on” (Y/N) said as she made sure she had everything in her bag, “I mean it’s noon, so I’m sure we’ll think of something if we get bored”. She picked her phone up to check the time smiling at Five’s texts.

“Hope you’re not stressing yourself out as much as you were picking the place

I’m sure I’ll look unimpressive compared to you”

“What’d he say now?” Her roommate asked scooting closer to her. (Y/N) happily showed her the texts, “oh my gosh you are cheesing!!”. (Y/N) let out a mix of a laugh and giggle, nodding in agreement. “I know. I know, I just hope he actually ends up being as nice as he seems. I do not want to fucking deal with more bullshit” she sighed at the end, closing her phone for a second to just breathe. “Me too, but only one way to find out.” her roommate hummed, “what time is it?”. (Y/N) opened her phone to check, “it’s about to be 11” she replied and let out another excited breath, before replying to Five.

“Well, you’ll find out soon 😌

And if you’re wearing your cute little suit again I’ll definitely look underdressed haha”

Just one more hour.

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[ashdreams2023]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request some Klaus Hargreeves smut with a fem plus sized reader who is kind of insecure but Klaus is really horny for her

Thank you

I’m desperate

Klaus hargeeves x fem plus size reader

Things are always different for people your size, from the very beginning the minute you overstep a certain size in the media things get harder and harder.

People looked and acted differently around you, dating becomes a bit of a mess.

So to have someone like klaus hargreeves be interested in you felt a little unrealistic, sure he wasn’t the most popular of the bunch but he was still handsome and funny, he makes you laugh.

Spending time with him was your favorite thing to do, no matter what time of day it was klaus would be there and you two would end up doing something fun.

"Gorgeous" his lips mumbled against the skin of your neck, his breath was hot and his arms warped tightly around your body.

"Klaus…are you sure about this?"

He kissed your sweet spot, lowering his hands to grab your ass "why wouldn’t I be sure, fuck let me have you" he begged, digging his finger nails in your soft flesh.

" "

"I’m not…small" now that stopped, he sighed loudly before putting both hands on your shoulders.

"Honey, if I wanted someone smaller I would’ve been with someone smaller, but no I’m not. I’m with you so stop being ridiculous and let please for the love of everything you adore, please I want to fuck you" he whined.

You cheeks flushed, his hands dropped back to your waist and you went in for a deep kiss.

Klaus moaned in your mouth before pushing you on his bed "this will be good I promise" you sighed tugging up on his shirt and lifting it off of him.

His tattoos stared back at you, the urge to run your lips over each one of them was strong.

He swiftly pulled the zipper of your dress down and took it off of you, lucky for him you decided on not wearing a bra that day.

Your blood was rushing quick, you couldn’t see yourself but you can tell your skin was on fire.

Klaus’s hand cupped your breast, sucking on nipple while his other hand played with the other.

Your breath hitched squirming underneath him, his slim fingers enjoyed the touch of your soft flesh, squeezing and marking every inch of skin he could reach.

Your panties were soaked by the time he pulled them down, ready for him to take you but not quite.

"Klaus I want you" you moaned.

The man let out a loud whine, going down between your legs. A smirk danced on his face.

He kissed the inners of your thighs, drowning in blissful pleasure of being squeezed between your thick thighs.

"Baby I got you" he said.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, feeling his tongue push against your lips. Warm tongue licked up and down between yours wetness.

You gripped the sheets beneath you, moaning along each lick and squeeze. His fingers dug into your hips to keeping you in place and it felt like heaven.

"I could go for longer but I really want to fuck you with dick instead" you nodded with a hazy mind. The second he moved away though you missed the intense build up of your peak.

He kissed you first, pushing his tongue in your mouth. You could taste yourself on his him and he lavished it like some special treat.

He moaned breaking the kiss then moving to sit between your legs, during the process he pulled his cock, hard and desperate for attention.

You reached over to touch him but he stopped you.

"No, please if you touch me I don’t know how I’ll last let me enjoy you" you dropped your hand and let him adjust himself to your entrance.

"You’re all I want and more" he slid inside of you with ease, groaning and biting his lip. You reached up to warped your arms around his neck and pull him down.

He pressed his lips to your neck, sucking on a specific part and rutting into you.

Your moaned echoed inside throughout the room, which seemed to drive him more intensely to make you reach your peak.

It didn’t take long and before you knew it, the orgasm building up in your body started to unravel. gripping him for dear life while it rode your body to the edge.

"Fuck you’re so hot" he mumbled, still thrusting onto you even after you were done. It took a few more long thrust for him to finish.

You both laid tangled with teach other with his lips pressing soft kisses to your face.

"You were just fucking perfect." He wasn’t the most creative with words but klaus sure knew how to make you feel safe and special.

You would never take that for granted.

"I love you klaus."

"I love you more"

[inkstainedfingers-n-bellyrolls]

diego comes over when you’re sick

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x GN!plus size!Reader

Summary: pretty much exactly what the title says lol

Word count: idk, less than 1k I think

A/N: heyyoo it’s been almost a full year since I posted anything and now here I am ✌️😛 so gonna be honest, I’m not completely happy with how this turned out. But I wanted to post something after so long, and I realized that I just needed to go ahead and post the fucking thing or else I was never gonna post it or delete it full-stop. So *gestures vaguely* here ya go lmao.

>>——💛——>

You hear the sound of a key sliding into the lock and your head snaps up, suddenly wide-eyed and alert. You watch in horror as the front lock turns, the doorknob twists, and the door begins to open. You throw yourself off the couch, sprinting for the door.

“Hola, mi vida,” comes Diego’s voice, “I was just — unf!” You both grunt loudly as you collide with the front door, slamming it shut in your boyfriend’s face. The impact reverberates in your joint, and you groan from the ache. Still you turn the lock, secure the chain across the door, and latch the deadbolt just to be safe.

“You can’t come in here!” you yell hoarsely through the door.

There’s silence on the other side, and you can feel Diego’s bewilderment. “Yeah, I missed you, too, baby,” you barely hear him mutter dryly to himself.

Your phone rings on the couch where you left it. You turn to snatch it off the couch, and see your boyfriend’s contact picture along with his name on your screen. It’s a rare moment of Diego when he’s finally relaxed, his muscles no longer tensed like a wire stretched too tight. In the pic, he’s got his hands on your soft waist, face buried in your neck. You can just barely see the hints of a smile curling the corners of his lips. As for you, you’re beaming brightly into the camera, your full cheeks and genuine joy an infectious sight even months after the picture was taken, and your chest feels warm as you swipe your thumb across the screen to accept his call.

“Hi,” you answer sheepishly.

“Hi,” he replies, drops of amusement coloring his voice. “What are you doin’, baby? You gonna let me in?”

You sigh heavily, letting your head fall back. “You can’t,” you say, your voice verging on a whine. “I’m sick.”

Diego’s demeanor shifts, and you can hear it in his words. “What? What do you mean? W-What kind of sick are we talkin’ about here?”

Your heart twinges with the concern evident in his voice. He’s always so loyal and protective over the few people he cares about, even over the simplest matters like the common cold. “I’m okay, honey,” you reassure him. Your efforts, however, are somewhat undercut when at that moment you’re sent into a coughing fit that has you bent over and your lungs feeling like they’re on fucking fire. “Just a bad cold,” you finish pathetically, swallowing down the dislodged phlegm in your throat.

“Mm-hmm.” Diego’s clearly not convinced, and the doorknob rattles again. “C’mon, baby,” he urges in a low, rumbling voice that would normally turn your legs into jello. “Let me in, I’ll take care of you.”

You let out a whimper before you can stop yourself. God, you’re so fucking weak for this man. With so few words, he has you almost giving in, almost unlocking the door and letting him come inside, sickness be damned. “I can’t. You’ll get sick.”

Diego scoffs. “Yeah, so what?” he replies lightly.

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Really, D? Remember the last time you got sick? You were curled up in bed for days and you wouldn’t stop complaining.”

“For the record, I wanna point out that I was completely fine, and I was only complaining ‘cause I wanted you all to myself.”

You know that’s not the truth, that he’s telling you a little white lie to preserve his tough, macho-man facade. But you can’t help it, your heart softens as you remember the image of your partner, wrapped up in a heavy blanket like a burrito, his voice rising in a nasally whine as he begged you to come back to bed, baby, pleeease. “You big fuckin’ softie.”

“I’m your fucking softie,” he replies, his voice a velvety caress that has your skin breaking out in goosebumps. The doorknob rattles for a third time, this time more solidly. “Now let me in so I can take care of my baby.”

God, you really fucking want to…. “No, baby,” you tell him. “Don’t want you to get sick.”

Diego sighs theatrically over the phone. “Fine,” he concedes. “Guess it’s time to pull out the big guns.” Then he hangs up on you.

You pull the phone away from your ear, baffled. Did he really…?

A second later, Diego’s contact pops up again, this time signaling that he wants to start a FaceTime call. You accept the call.

The call opens, and you see Diego’s gorgeous, scarred face. The same one you haven’t seen for almost a week, the same one you miss terribly for every second he’s not with you. His dark brown eyes dart back and forth down either end of the hallway before settling on you. He’s still somewhat guarded with his affections with you in any public space, alert for any eyes and ears that may witness his moments of tenderness with you. When those eyes — deep, wondrous, warm — come back to your image, his face relaxes, allowing a smile to play with the corners.

You take in a breath, let it out shakily. “Hi, D.”

“Hey baby. No offense, but you look like shit.”

You bark out a laugh. It scrapes already-raw tissue, making you bring up a hand to massage your throat. “Yeah, and that’s why I’m not letting you in.”

“Which is why I’m calling you. You see what I’m doing?” The background shifts behind Diego as he spins around until his back is facing your apartment door. You can see your unit number over his shoulder. “You see this?” he repeats.

Your brows scrunches in confusion. “Yeah….?”

He takes a step back, then another, and another until his back makes contact with the wood of your door. You watch as he slides down the surface of the wood. You can hear the sounds both through the connection and on your side of the door.

Diego lets out a little grunt as his ass hits the floor. He fidgets for a second, popping his neck and cracking the knuckles of his free hand. Then he settles down, looks back at his phone. And waits.

You sigh in exasperation. “D, what the hell are you doing?”

He shrugs casually. “Waiting.”

“Waiting on what?”

“For you to let me in.”

“I’m not letting you in, Diego.”

“Then I guess I’m staying here.”

“What, are you gonna stay there all night? You gonna sleep there?” You scoff again. It’s a ridiculous, rhetorical question, but one he ends up answering anyway.

He shrugs again. “If I have to.”

“That’s ridiculous, there’s no way you’d actually be comfortable out there.”

His eyes scan the floor around him. “Ehh, I’ll make do,” comes his careless response.

Your shoulders droop. You can see the look in his eyes, one you’re all too familiar with. Diego isn’t exactly the type of guy who throws words around without any meaning to them. Though your partner is hotheaded and tends to get into trouble for running his mouth, he generally means what he says and says what he means. So if he says he’ll wait outside all night….

Diego’s lips curl into a smirk, sensing your weakening resistance. “You’re stubborn, sweetheart, but you ain’t as stubborn as me.” His eyes soften further. “Let me in. I haven’t seen you in a week, I wanna be with you.”

You can’t help it. A little smile creeps across your face in response to his. “Okay, I’ll let you in. But only on one condition.”

“Hmmm, and what’s that, baby?”

“When you get sick, you cannot complain to me about how miserable you are.”

Diego rolls his eyes, and you can’t help but snicker a little at him. “Okay, fine, I promise I won’t complain. Now will you please let me come in so I can kiss you?”

It’s another little white lie, and both you and he know it, but you let it slide. You hang up on him, unlock your door. When you open it, he darts inside as soon as the gap is big enough for him to slip through. He cups your face in his warm, calloused hands and presses eager lips to yours.

You whine against his mouth when his tongue runs along your bottom lip. “Mmm, you’re so getting sick later.”

“I—” kiss “—don’t—” kiss “—care.”

“Remind me you said that when you’re hacking up your lungs in a couple days.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’ll be here with you then.”

>>——💛——>

[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.

[inyourwildestdreamslove]

Playing Pretend

Diego X Plus Sized Reader

A night out with your best friend doesn’t go as planned when Diego ropes you into being his girlfriend. 

It happens sometimes… that crushing feeling like you aren’t good enough. That you would never be good enough. Especially when you go to one of Diego’s matches regardless of how much you loved supporting him. You’ve kind of been avoiding the gym for a while, not because anyone ever goes out of their way to make you feel bad, but because there were so many great bodies floating around. Clearly he would never look twice at you like that if he had a size 2 in a sports bra and leggings to pursue. It’s not like he hadn’t done that for years anyway, all while you watched from the side, the forever supportive friend. Sometimes you feel like the best friend of your own real life RomCom….

Tonight you look nice though. You had to, to even begin to feel like you could compete with the women at the gym. You were dressed to the nines in a nice black jumpsuit with the your hair curled and a Smokey eye with a deep berry lip. Several of the guys and their wives or girlfriends were going to dinner after the competiton tonight and Diego had insisted you come citing the shit he would get from his friends if you didn’t show and guilting you for missing his last few matches.

He may have also mentioned a particularly pesky woman who didn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer and declared you his savior for tonight.

So here you are… Your shoes click against the arena floor and you crane your neck to find someone you know among the people crowding the area. You knew Diego’s gym usually sat on this side and you hope you find Ally and the others soon. Suddenly you see about four sets of waving hands and you rush towards the familiar faces. The four women in front of you vary in age from 22 to 35 each one pulls you into a hug and you spend the time catching up until the matches begin.

“I’m so glad you came tonight!” Exclaims Ally as you all sit down. Most of you have known one another for years at this point and every time you get together it’s like old friends. Another woman has included herself in the group by clinging onto one of the younger girls. Heather was sweet if not a little naive, but was always a friend to everyone.

“Me too,” you say with a sigh as you both sink into your seats.

“So how have you been? How’s the magazine?” questions Piper from around Ally.

“It’s great! The new issue goes out on Monday and everything got completed today, so I can finally have a weekend off.”

“I’m sure Diego is happy you were able to come tonight!” pipes up Tiffany, “You know how much he loves when you come!”

“Yeah I don’t think Diego would let me miss this, he probably would have hunted me down tonight if I didn’t show up.”

“He loves when you support him!”

Around that time lights dim and the announcer booms over the intercom system. With no hesitation the matches are under way and the four major gyms in the area that compete hold nothing back trying to take home the title of champion.

Diego’s match is one of the final ones. When he makes his entrance onto the mat he does his fanfair and when he catches your eye he winks and you hear the women go wild. And why wouldn’t they? He’s handsome, and ridiculously… well…let’s just say he takes very good care of himself. Diego makes quick work of his opponent and after the last couple of matches they hand out the prizes. The Lion’s Den had won.

Diego hops down from the ring, and with sweat still glistening on his well toned body, makes his way over to you.

“Finally got my favorite girl to come to one of my matches!” he says as he attempts to hug you.

“NOPE!” you exclaim as you hold your arms out to stop him, making the others around you laugh. The other women of the group successfully fending off their own husbands and boyfriends. A few of the guys manage to steal a peck, but know better than to mess up their someone’s outfit for tonight.

“Come on! I don’t even get a hug?” begs Diego as he puts his arms out and takes another step towards you.

“Not until you shower you don’t.”

“I’ll give you a hug!” exclaims the new addition to the group. Suddenly you knew this is the woman that Diego was talking about.

“Ah… ha ha… It’s okay I wouldn’t want to mess up your outfit Chloe.”

“Oh you could mess my outfit up anytime Diego,” she purrs up at him as she steps between the two of you.

She is quick to draw Diego and a few of the others into conversation and seem to make the effort to pointedly ignore you. You roll your eyes at the behavior but spend a few minutes talking to your friends that you hadn’t seen in a while. The looks of distaste for the woman not going unnoticed by you. After several minutes of catching up, you and several others have decided that it’s past time to eat and you all couldn’t leave until the guys had showered and changed.

“Diego!” you exclaim to get his attention, “I’m starving, can you go get your shower now so we can go?”

“Of course she is…” you hear Chloe scoff at the same time you hear Diego’s “Sure thing, (N/N).”

You feel a few of your friends bristle beside you, but try to bury the sting of her words. You don’t have to be told that your larger frame isn’t as desired as hers, but dammit… you have just as much a right to eat dinner as she does! The soft fire in your heart veins doesn't stop you from folding in on yourself though. You feel your gaze drop to the floor, but not before you see the triumphant smirk on her lips. This is why you don’t see Diego comes towards you, so when his strong arm wraps around your middle and his right hand is buried in your hair as he captures your lips in the most passionate and fiery kiss you’ve ever had in your life, you are stunned for a moment, before you kiss him back. When he pulls away you’re breathless and your sparkling eyes gazes back into his. He rests his forehead against yours and he brushes your nose with his before he pecks you again.

“Be back soon baby…” he hand slides down and grabs your ass before he pulls back and turns to the shocked faces of his friends.

You watch as smiles break out onto the guys’ faces and choruses of ‘finally’ and ‘it’s about time’ ring in your ears as the guys drag him away hounding him for details the the whole way. The second they are gone the girls rush over to you with squeals and start to prod you for details.

You know this is because of the bleach blonde that is now standing a few feet away with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

‘He just needs a cover… don’t think too much into it,’ your mind whispers.

“WHY did you not tell us?!”

“We decided to keep things a secret for a while. We’ve been friends for so long… if it didn’t work out we didn’t want it to cause a ruckus in our lives.”

“With that kiss I’m sure there has been plenty of ruckus between you two!”

The girls break out into a chorus of laughter and after about 20 minutes the guys return. Diego is wearing black jeans with a white tee shirt and a black jacket over it. His combat boots echo throughout the arena before his arms wrap around you from behind, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he whispers in your ear.

“You look amazing you know that?”

You turn your head to face him and send him a soft smile before you press a sweet kiss to his lips. You definitely don’t mind playing the part of dutiful girlfriend for tonight. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as yours slip around his waist and the two of you head outside to his car. Ally and her husband Brendon slide into your backseat.

“I’m so excited for you two!” Ally exclaims as she slides her arms around you in a quick hug from behind.

“I know! It’s been a long time coming! I’m glad you two are finally together!” says Brendon as he slaps Diego on the shoulder. You could tell that Diego was becoming a little uncomfortable with the lie, so you quickly turn and ask the couple about their 3 year old, Sophie, and all of her antics. They launch into stories telling all her cute little anecdotes and thrusting pictures into your face.

“You two will have the cutest kids!” squeals Ally from behind you and feel another stab to your heart.

Brendon, thankfully, attempts to reel his wife in telling her this is new and that she shouldn’t scare us like that. You glance over and see that Diego is overly concentrating on the road and that he’d barely contributed to the conversation.

‘He’s afraid I’m mad at him…’ you think to yourself. You have been friends long enough to know Diego is silently panicking.  

When you pull up to the restaurant you send the couple inside to grab a table while your turn to your best friend.

The second they are far enough away Diego launches into his apology, “I-I’m so s-sorry! I just c-couldn’t ssss-stand what she said to y-you!”

“Diego,” you say putting a calming hand on his shoulder, “I’m not mad… A little warning would have been nice though…”

His eyes continue to bore into your own, “I-I just don’t want you to ever think you aren’t the most beautiful woman in the room okay? Fuck what everyone says or thinks about you, you are amazing and perfect. If some asshole said to you what Chloe did… I would have knocked them to the floor…”

You shake your head, “Diego… there are always going to be people who think they are better than me because of my weight. And most days I keep my head up and I don’t let things affect me… Sometimes though it’s like being 13 and teased or 16 and rejected all over again...it’s just apart of life.”

“You’re so damn amazing though…” he says as his hand cups your cheek.

“You know… you’re pretty damn amazing yourself…”

He laughs a hollow laugh as he looks down, “No I’m not...Always number two…”

“Come on… we both need to eat something… this is getting to be too much… We’re celebrating how amazing you are!”

He nods before he jumps out of the car and you follow. His arm automatically goes around your shoulders as he guides you into the restaurant. Your friends are already set up at a table and they yell happily when the two of you walk over to them. As you sit down you notice the way that Chloe is looking at you as if she wasn’t done with you yet. Diego pulls you towards him and he whispers in your ear.

“She tries anything  you let me know…”

You let out a soft giggle before you push him away, like he had just told you some dirty secret.

He sends you a sly smile before the two of you focus on the menu before you. Appetizers arrive before you really have a chance to look over everything and the snide comments continue to flow.

“Make sure that you keep the nachos out of (Y/N)’s reach… we wouldn’t want her to eat them all…”

“That’s what you’re getting? Maybe you should have a salad...”

“You know… I’m surprised that Diego hasn’t offered to train you… It definitely couldn’t hurt…”

“You aren’t actually getting dessert are you.”

You could feel Diego vibrating next to you with the effort to not reach across the table and smack the girl in front of you.

“You know what…” you mutter after that last comment, your self-confidence shattered, “I think I’m just going to go home…”

“I’ll drive you,” Diego mutters as he gets up to follow you.

“You should stay and celebrate with your friends,” you say with a pained smile.

“Yeah Diego! You should stay!” exclaims Chloe with a devious smile.

“You know… we’re going to head out too…”

“Yeah us too.”

“See you guys next time okay?”

As all of your friends get up to leave you notice the way they all spit insults at Chloe, who has the audacity to look offended.

Half way out of the restaurant Diego turns around and stomps back up to her, “You know what… that woman is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my life. She has been there for me when even my own family wasn’t. She is smart, sexy, funny, and kind. She is everything I could ever want in my girlfriend and more and after what I’ve seen tonight… You aren’t even worthy of standing in her shadow. You ever talk about my woman like that again and I’m throwing your ass out of the gym… actually you know what… we don’t allow that kind of behavior. Don’t ever come back.”

With that Diego turned towards you and pulls you towards him for your second deep kiss of the night. You were far more prepared for this one and you wished that it could have lasted forever.

“Diego…” you whisper.

“Yeah (Y/N)...”

“The whole restaurant is looking at us…”

“Let them look… I’ve got the most beautiful woman in this place...if you’ll have me...for real?”

You look up into his deep chocolate eyes and you can hardly believe your ears.

“You know I could never say no to you…”

He sends you the most breathtaking smile before he dips his head down and captures your lips in another heart stopping kiss.

This is for all my curvy girls. I want you to love yourself and know that you are worth so much more than what a couple of nonsense opinions are. I’ve struggled with my weight my entire life and will probably continue to do so. I want you to know I see you, I’m here for you and I will do my best to build  you back up when others want you to fall. I hope you love this. Muah

[awesometheydontknowiamhere]

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.

Diego Hargreeves Taglist:  @wh3n-1t-ra1ns-1t-p0urs   @imultifandomstuff @w0nder-marie@chloemac86 @theladywholivesonthemoon   @hemogobllin@pansexualpaperdragons @gorgeourrific-nerd  @purplezebra68 @vividholland@bands-and-shietz @onlydeanandjensen @slither-in-a-half @reblogserpent@missscarlett1802 @lovelyheadrush   @mrsdiegohargreeves @mrsdiegohargreeves   @katylovescats @vividholland @lilithsweetghost@ynm1505 @siriusjohnpotter @ratfuckb0y @energy-for-fandoms-not-your-shit @writingsbychlo

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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.

[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.