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“Now or Never”
(Aged Up) Five Hargreeves x F!Reader Warnings: NSFW, light mentions of wounds and blood. I wanted to put this out as soon as possible so it has not been fully proof read/edited. This is also like 3,000 words
Summary: Diego causes you to get hurt, much to Five’s displeasure. After taking care of your wounds he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels.
“Ow, ow- Five” you whined as he cleaned up your wound. “Sorry but I wouldn’t have to be doing this if you’d just listened to me” he said matter a factly before dropping the used rag into a metal bowl. “Cannot believe you listened to Diego, out of all people, instead of me and look” he continued as he stood up to throw away the bloody towels. “I thought he was going to be able to pull it off” you managed to let out, guilt and embarrassment starting to fill your chest. “He-” “He is an idiot (Y/N)!” Five snapped, slightly slamming the bowl he had in his hands on the table, “He almost got you killed out there so do not try to defend whatever dumb ass plan he had!”. You’d jumped at the noise, hissing in pain at the sudden movement .
His eyes immediately softened at the sound before letting out a sigh. He shouldn’t be snapping at you like this. Especially when it was neither your fault nor were you the person he was actually upset with. Diego on the other hand better hope this Kugelblitz gets him before Five does. Instead of listening to what Five had said Diego decided to try and be the hero and come up with some bullshit, half thought of plan that you agreed to help with because of whatever reassuring bullshit he told you. Though part of him wanted to be upset over the fact that you believed said bullshit, it never lasted. The weight of you on his lap plus the sniffles you’d kept letting out a constant reminder that you’d gotten more than your fair share of karma. Which is why when Diego even tried speaking in either of your directions he was immediately put behind a wall of siblings and Lila who all knew exactly what Five wanted to do to him for causing you to get hurt. It did help when he heard Lila both physically and verbally digging in on him over how he’d fucked up.
“Sorry” he sighed, looking down and cleaning his hands on a dry towel before walking over to you. “I’m just-… we’ve been dealing with enough shit as it is and the last thing I need is you getting seriously hurt because of my dumb ass brother” he continued as he walked over and sat down on the bed next to you. “I’d probably completely lose it at that point” he admitted, helping you get in a more comfortable position. Five watched you for a second, double checking that you were comfortable before continuing cleaning your wound. It wasn’t that bad, thank goodness. Just a somewhat deep cut on your arm and a few scrapes on your abdomen. But in the moments before he was certain what all was wrong with you, felt like all the hard work he’d been putting in these past weeks had gone to shit and the entire world was ending. “Here let me finish” he mumbled, squeezing the water out of the towel, and taking your arm in his hands gently. You both stayed silent, Five wanting to let his confession sink in but you hadn’t thought much of it. “I’m sorry for not listening to you” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small pout. He returned a crooked smile and let out a quick breath through his nose, “don’t worry about it (Y/N). Just don’t listen to an idiot over me” he chuckled. “Well you seem to think everyone is an idiot compared to you” you countered with a small smile. “Which is precisely why you should always listen to me” he teased and finished cleaning up the wound on your arm before reaching for the gauze and medical tape to wrap you up. “This is gonna hurt so I’ll try to be quick” he warned before going to tighten the wrap he was making. You let out a shaky breath and nodded, closing your eyes in preparation for it.
Five’s heart clenched in pain with you when he heard the whimpers you’d let out.
‘‘Fucking Diego’’ he mumbled to himself as he finished it, gently letting go and setting your arm down. “Okay, now let me just clean up the ones on your abdomen and you’ll be all done” he threw away the excess and then turned back to you expectantly, “you’re going to have to take your, uh, shirt off so I can get to them”. Your eyes went wide as you felt the blood rush to your face, “oh… right” you nodded. In all honesty you didn’t feel extremely confident about that considering you had a bit of a crush on Five, but of course the timing was never right considering the world was ending. Plus you’re pretty sure he didn’t feel the same or was even capable of feeling those feelings. Therefore, this was a very awkward moment, but if you hesitated any more it’d be suspicious.
“O-okay” you sighed shakily and took off your shirt, placing it next to you. At least you had a sports bra on. Your eyes avoided Five’s for a second, which he didn’t mind considering he got lost taking you in. He blinked his eyes to snap out of it, walking over to you, and resting his knee on the bed to steady himself when he leaned over. “Well these don’t look as bad as I thought” he mumbled, softly running his fingers over some of your bruises and wounds, causing you to shiver and giggle. “Does that tickle?” Five smirked at you, fingers still hovering over your skin. “If I say yes are you going to tickle me?” “Maybe a little…” he mumbled, making you whine his name out in protest, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at it. “Okay, okay I won’t…” his smirk told you otherwise and you were proven right when he tickled you lightly for a few seconds, “okay now I won’t”. “Are you going to clean me up or torture me?” You pouted and he chuckled, nodding his head. “I wouldn’t exactly call it torture but I get the message” he’d started to clean the blood up first before disinfecting it with alcohol and bandaging you up.
Five couldn’t help but continue to drag his eyes all over you as he did. In truth, Five shared the same feelings as you did, but chalked it up to hormones until he hallucinated kissing you. Since then he could barely stand to be without you for too long. His hands kept finding their way onto you in subtle ways. He’d take every opportunity to be as close to you as possible. Hell he was thrilled whenever Klaus asked if you could come on the road trip too.
“Oooo let’s bring (Y/N)!! It’ll be nice having a pretty face to look at while on the road” Klaus clapped happily when Five agreed to join him. “I’ll even leave you guys to spend some time together” he said with a knowing smile. Five glared at him a bit but nodded, “I’m sure she’d prefer that than staying with those idiots”. “Great!” Klaus smiled before going to ask you.
You, on the other hand, were having trouble controlling your breathing as Five continued to touch you. His hands were a bit rough from fighting and his cold fingertips didn’t help with the shivers he was pulling from you. “I’m almost done” he mumbled as he was finishing up bandaging. “Alright you’re all done princess” Five hummed, the nickname slipping from his lips involuntarily. “Princess?” You asked, blushing and Five’s eyes went a bit wide. “Uh, sorry it just kind of slipped” he apologized and went to throw the trash away. “No it’s okay. I like it” you smiled, grabbing his arm before he got up. “I do too” he mumbled, eyes glancing to your lips. Fuck he wanted you. He wanted you to be his princess. To sleep on his chest, while he played with your hair and rubbed your back. He wanted to kiss every inch of your body until you were annoyed and pushing him off.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked as he sat down fully on the bed next to you. It was now or never. “Oh, um, thank you” you mumbled a giant smile gracing your face, “you too”. Oh my gosh why did you say that? Who says that? “Thanks” Five laughed and looked down at your hand. At least he found it funny. “No wonder I can’t stop thinking about you” he said clearly, his eyes moving to look at your shocked and confused ones. “What do you mean?” You asked, your brain unable to comprehend what he was trying to say. He just chuckled at you and shook his head, “I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked in that flower dress you had to wear in Dallas, or how beautiful your laugh sounds even your so called ‘ugly one’”. Your face must’ve looked like a stoplight the more he spoke but you couldn’t seem to care much. “I can’t stop thinking about how soft your lips must be” he mumbled as he gripped your chin lightly and ran his thumb over them. “About how you feel pressed against me” he’d slowly started to get closer to you, “and I don’t want to keep acting like I don’t”. You were too stunned to speak for a moment as you looked up at him. “And I’m hoping you feel the same” he added. “I do” you squeaked, finally finding the strength to speak.
As soon as you agreed he crashed his lips against yours. Immediately moaning against them while his hand moved to cup your cheek. Your lips felt even better than in his hallucination. Five had started to lean closer against you, deepening the kiss as he did. You had to pull back after you ran out of breath, but he just kept kissing down your neck. “Mmm Five” you whimpered, tilting your head to the side for him. His hands started roaming your body carefully, not wanting to hurt you. “ I love the way you sound saying my name like that” he groaned against your chest, softly kissing the wounds he came across. His lips were surprisingly smooth, not perfect, but for someone with his lifestyle. “Do it again for me princess” he mumbled before lightly grazing his teeth against your skin. “Oh fuck Fiveeee” you whined and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Good girl” he hummed and fuck if you weren’t wet before you sure as fuck were now.
“You like that? When I call you good girl?” He asked as he squeezed your hips, telling by the way you gasped. “Y-yes” you nodded and pulled back to look at him. “So am I the only one that’s going to be shirtless?” You pouted as you looked over his fully clothed body. “Alright, alright” he chuckled and sat up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he looked down at you with those piercing green eyes. “Fiiive” you whined at his teasing and unbuttoned the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, causing him to laugh. “You can keep going if you want princess” he winked at you and you were more than happy to comply. You almost ripped off his belt and threw it on the ground before going to unzip his pants. You paused though, deciding to get back at him for his teasing and palming his erection. “Fuck (Y/N)” he groaned lowly, biting his lip as he continued to look you in the eyes. “Yes?” You asked innocently before continuing. “You’re so fucking hot” he mumbled and grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply. You continued to unbutton his pants as you kissed, wanting him as naked as you felt. As soon as you managed to get his pants down he got up, causing a whine to fall from your lips at the sudden loss of contact. That whine then turned into a moan when you saw him standing there in nothing but his briefs, palming himself as he stared you down like a predator on the hunt. “Your turn princess” he said as he walked over to you, pulling your legs gently to the edge of the bed. Five chuckled at the squeak you let out when he did and traced his fingers down your stomach til he reached the top of your pants, “may I?” He asked. “Course” you smiled at how thoughtful he was to ask. He bent down to kiss you as he took them off, but this kiss was different. It was sweet and soft. He left his head resting against your’s when he pulled back, smiling down at you before leaning back and fully taking your pants off.
“Fucking shit” he mumbled unconsciously as he took you in. “What?” You asked starting to feel a bit self conscious. “I don’t know how I haven’t came yet” he answered honestly before bending over and kissing down your waist and thighs. He looked up at your for a second before placing a gentle kiss against your panties, both of you immediately moaning. “Five” you whimpered as you tugged his hair, “want you”. “Don’t worry princess you’re gonna get everything you want and more” he groaned and took your panties off, “get rid of that bra for me, princess”. You nodded and sat up, basically tearing it off of you. “Mmmm thank you princess” he hummed as he kissed your inner thigh. “Five come ooon” you whined again, bucking your hips. “Sorry princess, just wanted to finish taking you in” he hummed again before hooking his arms around your hips and pulling you closer. He gave you a few tentative kitten licks before completely going in. Five could not stop moaning at how good you tasted to him, and you couldn’t stop moaning at how good he was making you feel. You wondered if he’d done this with other women and how many he must’ve but when you felt him slip a finger into you it all went out the window. “Oh my gosh Five! Yes!” You moaned and he squeezed your hips in response.
“Fuck princess you’re even better than I imagined” he groaned and inserted another finger, “Wish I would’ve realized how bad I fell for you sooner. Could’ve been doing this for you”. For you? Jackpot. “Better late than never” you panted, though you felt just as annoyed. He hummed in response as he sucked on your clit, causing your hips to involuntarily buck, “fuck Five”. He started feeling you clench around his fingers and assumed you were close. After a few more minutes he pulled back and you let out a loud whine of his name. “Calm down princess” he cooed as he stood and palmed himself some more, “you’re about to get what you want” He bent down to give you another passionate but sweet kiss before continuing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful” he hummed while kissing your breast and pulling down his underwear. He hiss lightly at the sudden change in temperature, “you ready princess?” He asked as rubbed his tip through your folds, both of you moaning out each other’s names. “Yes, fuck Five just do it” you begged, eyes wide and a small pout as you looked up at him. “You got it” he winked and slowly slid into you.
Five honestly felt like he could bust right there, you were practically strangling him and he loved it. He loved knowing it was you, knowing he’s making you feel all these things. “Mmmm Five” you whimpered as he kissed your neck gently, waiting for you to get used to him. “Tell me when you’re ready baby” he hummed and nipped at your skin. You nodded and after a bit you felt yourself wanting more. “I’m ready” you whimpered into his ear and he slowly slid back out. He continued with a few more slow strokes until you let out another whine of his name and he picked up his pace. “Fuck princess you feel so fucking good” he groaned into your ear. “Can’t believe I was such a dumbass and w-wait- shit… waited so long” he moaned as he started to pick up his pace even more. “F-F-Five” you stuttered out your moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, “S-so good”. “Yeah? You like tha-“ Five was interrupted by another moan when felt you clench around him. You were close and he was relieved because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. “F-five” “I know princess” he said lowly and started kissing at your breast again. He pulled your nipple into his mouth, and looking at you dead in the eyes. “Oh Five!!!” You moaned loudly as you came, the extra sensation Five had given you immediately pushing you over the edge. Five followed almost immediately after you did, managing to pull out and cuming on your stomach. Both of you stayed silent, panting as you tried to catch your breath. “You okay princess?” He asked before kissing your lips gently again. “Are you kidding? I’m even better than okay” you giggled and kissed his cheek. “Good” he smiled, moving to lay next to you. “You think anybody heard us?” You asked quietly, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. “I’ll shut them up if they did, don’t worry” he mumbled. He moved you to be laying your head against his chest, finally able to play with your hair. He felt at peace like this with you. As did you.
A/N: I was kind of rushing towards the end so I’m sorry if this wasn’t everything you wanted. Please reblog and follow if you liked it and send requests through asks.
I’d also really appreciate it if you guys checked out my other Five series I’m working on.
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Would You? | Five Hargreeves
✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x female!Plus Size Reader
✦ word count — 3.2k
✦ request — could i possibly have something with five where reader is in love with luther but luther is with sloane (can be a modern au) and five is pissed off that she still likes luther because he likes her and she gives him a chance and falls for him?
✦ warnings — angst, reader is a lonely person, reader has weak superpowers, mommy issues, Five still lives with his siblings, mentions of violence, mentions of food and beverages (alcohol included), fluff.
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You didn't hate her. You were sure it was impossible to do so. Sloane was too bright, too kind in a world that only met her with despair. She was gentle, even with you, even when you knew she could tell you were in love with Luther.
Attending their second wedding was a mistake. You should have known better. In your head, you would take it well after witnessing the first one already, but you had only fooled yourself.
You were happy for them, happy they had found love, but it had been easier to ignore the pain when the world was about to end.
Saving the world should have been worth it, but the knots in your stomach as you watched them dance said otherwise.
"I don't understand what you see in him,” Five said from beside you.
You swirled your glass, looking down at the slowly shrinking ice sphere. "He's handsome, tall, nice, easy to talk to..."
"Oh, yeah? What do you talk about?"
Your eyes traced the wooden bar, perfectly polished yet scratched from wear. "Things."
"I don't see it."
Five always went to the point, you learned as much mere days after meeting him. Twisting your body, you faced him. He looked so different now, just a couple years older than you — his eyes, much like his jawline, were still sharp, hair dark and perfectly combed.
From what you remembered and the family photos you had seen, he was the one whose appearance changed the least with age. Still boyish, yet much taller than one would have thought he would be upon meeting his thirteen-year-old body, he was unbothered by the commotions around him, by the people dancing and laughing. Like they didn’t exist, like only you and Five Hargreeves were in that room.
As unapproachable as he was to strangers, he had that effect on people. You had seen it before, many times, people’s gazes lingered and they tried to give him smiles in the streets, some even tried to make small talk to no avail.
Five lifted his eyebrows, waiting for the answer brewing in your eyes.
You admitted, "Well, he doesn't either."
"Okay," he sighed. "Let's have your pity party."
"Thank you."
Rolling his eyes, he reached over and took the bottle of whisky from behind the counter. The bartender didn’t even blink. Five refilled your glass, ignoring the water pulling at the bottom from the now tiny ice sphere.
You gulped the watered-down liquid in one go, not wanting to ruin the experience of perfectly good whisky for a petty man who looked too proud of his little joke.
Whose sense of humor was more fucked up you would never know. His from finding it amusing, yours from agreeing, perhaps none — perhaps it was the idea itself that amused you, the thought behind his actions that made you feel something other than pitiful jealousy.
The night had been long as it was and you weren’t even halfway through the celebrations. You were way past half the bottle, though.
In the middle of laughs and hushed gossip, Five and you moved to the outdoor area. Your dress would be ruined in the dirt, but so would his suit and he didn’t seem to mind.
Fairy lights hung between and around the trees. You looked up at them as Five guided you to the farthest tree from the entrance. Both of you sat against the bark, Five carried another bottle of whisky whilst you carried your shoes.
The garden looked as pretty as it had earlier, decorated with white flowers that stood out against the sheer amount of green you had only seen at a hillside when you were a child, back when people took more care of the environment.
The flower arrangements were pretty, yes, but the flowers that grew around the garden were gorgeous too.
Five’s eyes were on you. He opened his mouth to say something, but he clamped it shut and shook his head.
“What is it?” you asked.
"I've liked you for so long," he whispered. "But I'm not nice like him, am I?"
You frowned. "You're nice when you want to be. Like right now."
"'m not being nice, just too tired to fight."
You didn’t ask if he was tired of fighting with you or for you. Both would have been understandable, as shocking as the revelation of his feelings for you was.
Categorically, you weren’t each other’s type. Although his type was confusing seeing as the only partner of his you had known about was a mannequin —whom you presumed had been his only partner, to begin with— and yours often ended up being people who didn’t want you.
Heartbreak was a nagging presence in your life, at least in the romantic sense of it. Your relationships rarely lasted, and the ones that did ended so swiftly you didn’t really mourn them.
"Why did you save her?” he asked, taking you out of your thoughts, and bringing you back to the present from where you always ran away.
"What do you mean?"
"Last week. You could have let her die and comfort Luther. Maybe even seduce him."
"I considered it," you confessed, ashamed of your selfishness. "But I felt awful about it, I don't think I could live with myself if I did that."
Five hummed. "You're a better person than me."
"That's not true."
"It is,” he firmly insisted.
"Would you let your brother die just to seduce his partner?"
"It's different."
"Yeah,” you conceded. “But—”
He didn’t let you add anything else, your agreement was enough, even more so when he needed to say, “You’re also different.”
“Five...”
You were so predictable, you found. He had you all figured out, he knew how much you longed for this kind of attention.
“I mean it.”
“I believe you.” It came out as a whisper even though you didn’t intend for it to be one.
He craned his neck to the side, gazing at you with glazed eyes. “Good. I have no reason to lie and humiliate myself.”
“I wouldn’t let you humiliate yourself,” you told him, putting the bottle aside to scoot closer.
Five made a motion to reach over, then retracted his hand. “I know.”
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Your foggy window was cold to the touch and your day boring. You were half a book and four cups of tea deep into a rainout and although you had always liked the rain, you wished it would relent just long enough for you to do the groceries you had put off a couple of days ago.
And yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the window as heavy rain fell.
Rain reminded you of Five and his endless love for it. The pitter-patter mimicked his steps if you listened closely enough.
Closing the book, you decided to text him with the excuse of his beloved rain, jokingly asking if he had drowned in the courtyard already.
Twenty minutes and a few bantering texts later, he was knocking on your door, coffee and pastries in hand. You had never been so jealous of his powers.
He sat on the couch, neck craned towards the window while you looked for another blanket. You handed him the spare blanket, watching as he hesitated to take his eyes off the rain. It was endearing to see Five like that, like a curious child fascinated by nature.
“Do you want a mug for your coffee or…?”
“The paper cup is fine,” he assured you.
You sat next to him, with the rain behind you just outside the window. He fixed his eyes on you. “I take it your day has been boring too?”
“Exhausting. Diego wouldn’t stop complaining about the power being out.”
“Isn’t that boxing match he wanted to watch today?”
Five shrugged. “You pay more attention to the things he says than I do.”
You knew that wasn’t true. Five paid attention to everything; sometimes you thought it was a habit of his, others you assumed he did it just to have something to criticize people for. Either way, he paid attention to everything to a supernatural extent.
“I’m sure he’ll end up watching it at a bar or something.”
He huffed a laugh. “Probably a better experience than watching anything with Luther.”
“He hasn’t moved?” You had assumed he would move now that he was married.
“Nah. He likes his bedroom too much.” Five took a gulp of coffee, watching your reaction. “She doesn’t mind, though.”
You scrunched up your nose. “Sounds uncomfortable.”
“You dodged a bullet.”
“I dodged having you as a roommate,” you went along with his banter.
He rolled his eyes. “I am an amazing roommate.”
“I doubt it.”
“I’m never home!”
“Even worse.”
He shook his head, trying to hide the smile threatening to come out. But you wanted to see it, a relaxed Five was unparalleled.
“I’ve thought about moving,” he said casually. “But I like the big library and the stocked-up kitchen.”
“Like you couldn’t steal some of Reginald’s money and get a place big enough?”
“Eh.” Five shrugged, then shook his head. “It would be the same, wouldn’t it? Living off him.”
“Without all the things that bother you, but yeah.”
“Is that why you moved out of your mother’s?”
You never talked about it, and unlike him, you had never complained about living with your siblings. But your mother was an exhausting woman to live with.
“She’s re-marrying,” you opted for saying. “Only my youngest sibling will stay.”
“I didn’t know she was seeing somebody.”
“He’s in it for the money and she needs someone to drag to events.” You slid down the couch, getting more comfortable as you rested your head on the backrest. “He’s a painter. Divorced, no kids. Perfect for her.”
“Maybe he likes her.”
“Maybe. I doubt it.”
“Why?”
You pursed your lips. Five was expecting some kind of gossip, but you had none to share. “I know her well. We’re similar.”
“So he likes her.”
Shaking your head, you insisted, “Her powers make her insufferable, Five.” And you inherited them.
Luther would always tell you to lay off her, to see things from her perspective as if she hadn’t seen you as a bad omen for years. Maybe you were, that would explain the failed romances and fizzling friendships.
As though sensing you were on the verge of sinking into the sense that you would never amount to much that you undoubtedly got from your father, Five grasped your chin between his index and his thumb, gently nudging your head up. “Look at me.”
Despite yourself, you did look up at him.
“You aren’t your mother.”
“I know,” you said, doing your damnedest to keep your voice leveled. “But it’s hard to find differences sometimes.”
He nodded along and you wondered if he ever felt similar to Reginald too. “But there are,” he said. “Many.”
You stared at him, trying to find something to say, a way to change the topic. Something shined in his eyes and you could have sworn it was brighter than the sun.
He pulled you closer, fully grabbing your face in his hand. You parted your lips, eyes still on him.
Five tilted his head to the left, rolling his lips inward to then wet them with his tongue. Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue and leaned in, feeling his breath on your skin.
To your dismay, Five didn’t take the plunge. And so you closed the gap, not capable of bearing this tension any longer. Five’s lips were warm and a little chapped as he reciprocated, moving his hand to the back of your head.
His free hand reached to grasp your waist, squeezing when you reached up to grab at him too. Five dug his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back so he could deepen the kiss by pushing himself forward.
You let him, hands gripping his shoulders as he fully held you in his arms, kiss searing and heavy. Nipping at his bottom lip, you tasted a hint of chocolate from his favorite dark roast, as bold as his kiss.
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That should have been it. What wrong could a kiss or two do? None, not when Five was good at hiding things from his siblings. But it didn’t stop there, you couldn’t get him out of your head or spend much of your free time away from him.
You had never seen it before, perhaps because you didn’t try, but Five was so easy to talk to and his eyes were so pretty from up close — they looked even prettier when he told you about the books he read in his spare time, like he had known no pain or suffering. You wished that had been the case, you did, you would even if you didn’t feel new emotions blossoming because of his now constant presence at your side.
It felt like you had missed out on many things. Not only was Five funny and clever, but insightful and a good listener; he liked his coffee a particular way, but could eat almost anything you put in front of him and was willing to try different things —in any sense— at any given moment.
Soon you started cooking for two and keeping his favorite wine in the fridge just in case. You got a French press to make him coffee in the afternoon and treasured the expensive tea he brought you from one of his research travels —if you could call zapping to another country traveling—.
Whilst your mother could see glimpses of the future through vague dreams and occasional visions, you only perceived a sense of danger in your premonitions, a heightened anxiety that you waited for every time you were in Five’s presence. It never manifested, only getting your hopes up.
But a bad day was enough to ruin things and you had an awful one a particular Friday. You were tired, in a bad mood after an all-nighter, and didn’t want to be alone. You didn’t want to call anybody either, not even your favorite sister. You felt awful for having a favorite sister, and even more for wanting to run away from the city and never be found.
Who would want that?
You went home directly from work and pretended your phone didn’t exist, pretended you hadn’t randomly thought about a childhood friend you thought would be with you forever, and pretended you wouldn’t give anything to share something, anything, with somebody who would be okay with not talking about it.
Everything would be okay once you got some sleep, it had to be. If only your brain would allow it. By 2 a.m. you stood in your spotless kitchen, exhausted, hopeful that sleep would surely take you in its embrace now that your feet and arms ached.
After a quick shower, you laid on the bed and turned the TV on just to have something in the background until you fell asleep.
And your luck, your stupid cursed luck, made it so the first thing you saw on your ‘keep watching’ section was a movie you saw with Five a couple days ago. Maybe you couldn’t call, but texting wouldn’t hurt — he didn’t like talking on the phone that much either way, and that way he wouldn’t be able to tell that you had such a fucked up day you were considering visiting your father just because he had a big patio where you could pretend to be a child without a care in the world again.
You decided against it. Although he was probably awake, it was too late to text him out of nowhere.
First thing in the morning, though, after a few hours of intermittent sleep, you picked up your phone to text Five only to find he had beaten you to it.
Your heart skipped a beat upon reading he had asked if you would like to come over and help him paint his room.
There was an eerie feeling on the third floor of the Academy, only aided by the lack of lightning and squeaky floors.
You struggled to balance the food you were carrying as you knocked on Five’s door. The dark stairs had been an odyssey to get through in your half-rested state, and you probably should have bought fewer things, but you were too indecisive and a little too emotional to decide between sweet and savory.
Five pulled the door open, revealing the work —or lack thereof— he had done.
“I thought you had gotten rid of the wallpaper already.”
“I tried.”
“You just scratched it, Five!”
He took the bags from your grasp, opening them to see the contents before softly placing them on his desk. “I don’t know what else to do to take it off,” he admitted. “The fabric softener with hot water didn't work.”
“You should have gotten a bottle or two of remover.”
“I did,” he said, indignant. “It doesn’t work.”
Five sounded frustrated, much like he had the last time the world was about to end, as if that bedroom was the closest thing he had to a treasured belonging.
“Why don’t we go to a hardware store?” you suggested, “someone there has to know what to do.”
He stared at you, silent. You offered your hand, he took it. Instead of leaving the room, whether by walking or zapping, Five tugged on your hand, making you let out a squeal, and brought you into his personal space.
Your eyes found his, already on your lips. You wanted him to kiss you until you were breathless, until your bones became brittle from the force of his lips against yours.
As though he had seen it on your semblance, Five dropped your hand and held your face, palm fully on your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss. His lips were warm in contrast to yours, free hand resting at the base of your neck.
You buried your fingers in his short hair and this time you were the one who deepened the kiss. Five smiled against your mouth, trapping your bottom lip between his to then graze it with his teeth.
You let him slip his tongue into your mouth and found yourself softly moaning into his senseless kiss, unsure as to what to do with your hands other than tug at his hair and grab at his shoulder.
“It’s like you’re trying to kill me,” he breathlessly said between kisses.
“Never.”
“No?”
“No-uh.” You kissed him again, hands on his cheeks as you brought him flush to you. “You’re far too interesting to be killed,” you admitted against his now softer lips, a little surprised that he had started to take more care of his skin.
Five pressed his forehead against yours, eyes lidded closed. “If I asked…” He took a deep breath, then fully opened his eyes. “If I asked for something more than occasional kisses and shared silences,” he finally spoke his mind, “would you say yes?”
You nodded, brushing your nose against his.
“Say it,” he whispered. It sounded like a plea.
You found yourself thinking that you would give him the world if he asked. “Yes, Five,” you whispered back. “I would always say yes.”
He hummed. “Now… which hardware store should we go to?”
You laughed against his lips, prompting him to kiss you again.
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Hear me out, I can either post part 9of Could we work? today or tomorrow. OR I could post a part 2 to the Micheal Langdon request. Tell me in the comments
Also letting you all know I’m taking requests again!! But take heed of my username. I wrote it but never watched it.
I will do:
Michael Langdon
Peter Parker
Billy Hargrove
Jack Harlow
Five Hargreaves ( noting nasty, most I’ll right for him is something that a teen would say)
Ben hargreeves
Xavier plympton
Evan peters
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
And I’ll add more when I think of them. But let me know which chapter I should post. And maybe make a request.
#ahs fandom#stranger things#jack harlow#peter parker#five hargreaves x reader#ben hargreeves x reader#michael langdon x reader#xavier plympton x reader#billy hargove x reader#eddie munson x plus size reader#steve harrington#evan peters
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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.
#prompt list#prompt#tua five hargreeves#five x reader#tua x reader#tua#The Umbrella Academy#five x plus size reader#five hargreeves x reader#tua five#five#five hargreeves#x plus size reader#plus sized blurbs#french!five#my writing
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could you do a fic where the reader goes to one of Aidan's events with him and she's really socially anxious so he stays close to her and there's so many people talking to/taking pictures of Aidan and she experiences some sensory overload and Aidan can tell she's upset and later he apologizes for the amount of people there and they cuddle? you don't have to if you don't want to, thanks!
Twisted fingers
Pairing: Aidan Gallagher x fem reader
Summary: you attempt to go with Aidan to his event only to see that the light of fame isn't for you at all…
Word count: 1'310
Warning: panic attack, social anxiety, paparazzi are assholes
Universe: famous boyfriend?
A/n: I'm honestly so glad to see a request for Aidan. He deserves more love and less hate. He's an amazing actor and he does great as five Hargreeves in tua. So thank you for the request. I hope you like it, I mixed up what you asked for a bit though I'll be honest. ♡
He knew how bad this was. He'd never put you in a position like this but you wanted to be supportive. All the other celebrities' girlfriends we're and so you went. See Aidan's career had its ups and downs like all of them and unfortunately that meant hate and love.
He'd been called scary looking and told he couldn't sing so your support was everything to him even if he wouldn't say it. you came first, that's just how Aidan was as a boyfriend. You could feel your heart locked in your chest and you tried to ignore it.
"You don't have to do this. I won't be upset I promise," Aidan announced from behind you, leaned against the wall as they sized you up for the dress to match his look. You fixed a hopefully convincing smile on your face.
"I'm going Aidan you're always supporting me and I should do the same. plus my therapist says to try and do these things so I can break out of this fear." You inhaled as your voice quivered. Aidan moved from the wall taking steps towards you and you eyed him in the mirror. His green eyes seemed to be a tad bit lighter, they always were when he was around you. That made your heart swell seeing the little things change about him when he was around. "You're the best" he sighed "but just so you know I'm not gonna be upset if you can't take it. I'll be proud of you, remember that. Don't be afraid to come find me if we aren't close and it gets too much. I'll come to you," He promised, wrapping his arms around your waist as he looked at your reflection.
"Mr. Gallagher I know you love your girlfriend but I can't do my job with you trying to touch her right now," the stylist stated slightly glaring. Your cheeks blushed a bit as he released you moving back.
"I'll see you at the car" he called, pulling the door open to leave. You nodded before looking back at yourself.
“I just hope I'll be able to do this, no I can do this!”
𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌
The car ride consistencted of a hand on your thigh rubbing reassuringly across your dress that matched Aidan's black suit with the white undershirt. your look was more white than his but the stylist thought you should be wearing more white than black. The car came to a stop where the other cast members were arriving. You hesitated on the door handle looking at everyone outside, Aidan noticed locking your fingers with a squeeze to your hand.
"Hey can you take her-" he started only for you to interrupt.
"No!" The driver and Aidan looked at you.
"Baby if you want to go I understand it's fine,-"he begins
"No! It's not. I can't just keep turning around and running, I have to try at some point." you opened the door, stepping out before he could say anything facing towards the crowd and you begin to regret getting out without him…
The lights flashed blinding anything in your sight and they just kept coming before being followed up with questions. You pulled your hand up covering your face. You weren't sure how they did it [celebrities] with all these questions. who did you answer? How were they cool as cucumbers with so much flashing in their direction? Aidan made his way around the car wrapping his hand around you. He moved forward walking past all the paparazzi ignoring their questions with polite smiles and you tried to keep up in the uncomfortable heels you were wearing.
He makes his way to the carpet seeing the others. He smiled and hugged his friends and talked with them a bit. You could swear you were sweating on your dress and your heart only shook worse in it's cage as you thought about every little thing that could go wrong.
Did I put on enough deodorant?
Can they see the sweat on this black silk?
Before you knew it Aidan had been pulled away.
He gave you an apologetic look and you mouthed for him to go. It was his event of course he couldn't be by your side forever right? You tried to not look like you were bothered by the people around you, moving about and you hoped you looked normal.
Do I look normal?
Are people watching me and think I'm weird and stand out?
You were never big on smiling with teeth, you hadn't quite practiced enough for you to like it even though Aidan said you looked beautiful when you didn't try to hide your teeth when giggling or smiling. He always said you were beautiful.
"[Name] are you the reason Aidan and his ex broke up?"
"Did he cheat with you?"
"Are you the one who Forged into their love life like an obsessed fangirl after Aidan?"
"no it-it wasn't like that!" You snapped. For some reason when things affected you, you felt the need to rush and explain. Like your sentences were on a timer and if you didn't say what you had to you never would be able to. The problem was your voice seemed to fade in and out.
A Radio with a bad connection pissing off the listener, only now your voice was the radio and you were the listener. If that wasn't enough your skin trailed with goosebumps and shivered like it was cold out. Your breathing seemed to struggle almost as though it was blocked like water on a river stopped by Branches.
You tried to focus on it and tell yourself you needed to breathe but then you focused too much. You could feel the slow flow of air through your chest and the soft pressure on your lip as it released before all of sudden you didn't have enough air.
Submerged under water about to suffocate you begin to suck in the air in panic. Your eyes were wide in fear. Not only were you on the red carpet but the pictures continued. The flashing seemed to enhance the need to breathe but you had lost your balance when a hand, one that was familiar, caught you. You looked up seeing his Forest green eyes.
"That's it, just focus on me. look at me," Aidan said, shielding you from the greedy eyes of the paparazzi looking for a story.
He rested his hand on your knee giving you an encouraging look.
"You know what to do. Bring your knees to your chest and rest your Head against them." Doing as told Aidan gave you praises as he rubbed a hand on your back. Your breathing began to regulate and you shut your eyes, sighing.
"Aidan?" You called
"Yes?
"I wanna go home," you said, still not meeting his gaze.
He tilted your head up by the chin and a warm smile awaited you.
"Take my hand?" He says holding his hand out for you. You nod nervously standing.
"I'm so proud of you" he announced getting into the car. You look over puzzled but say thank you anyway cause the brunette to let out a laugh.
He pulls you closer wrapping an arm around so you're snuggled into his side as he kisses your forehead, then looks forward.
"I'm sorry about all of that," he inhales, letting out a very much weighted exhale.
"The parazzi are…" he trailed off trying to find the word
"Assholes?" You giggled.
"Yes," he laughs, squeezing you tighter.
"The pictures will be everywhere," you sigh, leaning in closer for some reason hoping this will erase the worries of tomorrow.
"I'll handle that" he promised and Aidan never broke his promises to you unless he had no choice, and sure enough when you got home Aidan made a phone call and you never saw an article about it anywhere.
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The umbrella academy one shot:
Throw {Diego hargreeves x fem reader}
Every time { five hargreeves x reader }
I care { five hargreeves x reader }
Leave us alone {klaus hargreeves x reader}
Just fine { klaus hargreeves x reader }
Temper { five hargreeves x reader }
Does it matter? { klaus hargreeves x fem reader }
Only you {five hargreeves x reader}
I’m desperate { smut Klaus hargreeves x fem plus size reader }
More than friends { smut klaus hargreeves x fem reader }
Missed you { smut klaus hargressves x plus size fem reader }
Better { five hargreeves x reader }
Watching { five hargreeves x fem reader }
I’m sorry { five hargreeves x reader }
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That Shirt
Klaus Hargreeves x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 2083 words
Warnings: none
Summary: Reader and Klaus decide to get married, but they run into a few issues, only remedied by his unique wardrobe
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You knew it was crazy.
The idea that you had even considered getting married didn’t make any sense at all but you couldn’t help it..
The truth was that you loved Klaus, more than anything in the world, and when people loved one another, they got married.
It was what normal people did, what you would have done if Reginald hadn’t turned you both into some kind of vigilante superhero squad.
All things considered, it was probably the most mundane thing you’d do in your life.
Still, that didn’t mean everyone else in your interesting little family was so keen on the choice you were making.
Of course, they were shocked by the announcement of your engagement, but you didn’t really think it was going to be as big of a deal as they were making it. You were both adults, and only related as far as your adoption went..
It wasn’t hurting anyone.
...but given the fit Allison was currently throwing, you would have thought you had suggested that you end the world, again.
“I just can’t see you going through with it. I mean, Klaus?” she repeated, for what felt like the fifteenth time since you got here. You wanted to go impromptu dress shopping, seeing as you wedding was in two days, but she wasn’t having it.
Instead, all she wanted to talk about was how bad of an idea getting married was, and the worst part was, if you were her, you would have been doing the same thing.
You knew Klaus, and you knew better than anyone how flippant and strange he was, but you weren’t a child. You knew what was best for you, even if it didn’t make sense to anyone else.
Even if it didn’t make any sense to someone as close to you as Allison.
You understood why she was doing this, why she was your biggest critic, but you also couldn’t make your every decision based on that. You had all lived your entire lives like that thus far, and it wasn’t worth it.
By this point in your life, you wanted to be able to make the choices your father had taken away from you all for so long.
“I know it’s not the choice you would make for me, but I could say the same to you. Like Luthor is such a prize” you shot back, using her crush against her as you so often did when she tried to tease you about Klaus.
She thought this was so strange, but you both knew that sometimes these kinds of things didn’t make any logical sense.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about-” she tried, as if she hadn’t been the one to start this in the first place.
All you wanted was to marry the man you loved, and Allison was the one trying to force cold feet on you.
“I do, actually, and every day, I wish you could accept it” you sighed, turning around and leaving the way you’d come without much more in the way of an order.
You loved Allison and you knew that at some point, she would come around. Until she did, you were just going to have to go find a dress yourself.
...unless, of course, there was another way.
There was always one place you could go when the rest of the world felt like it was against you. A place that wasn’t much of a place at all.
“Woah there, why the long face?” Klaus cooed, rolling over in bed the second he heard the door, open and close in succession, followed impressively closely by a heavy sigh from you.
You had that far away look on your face, the look you got when the world made choices for you that you didn’t agree with.
Not that figuring that out was the hard part.
“Oh nothing, I just found out that Allison doesn’t think we should be getting married. So, it must be a tuesday” you grumbled, flopping down on the space on his bed Klaus had made for you, having already anticipated your deflating into him.
There was no good reason a man like him should have been so good at reading you, and yet, even with his brain scattered five ways from Sunday, he could crack you open like a book.
“It’s okay honeybunch, I still think getting married is a great idea” he allowed, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he did his best to focus on actually making you feel better. The two of you knew this was going to go down this way.
The only thing he couldn’t figure out was why you cared so much.
You had never worried about the opinions of your siblings before.
“I’m not kidding, Klaus. What if it is one big mistake?” you sighed, ignoring the soft kiss he pressed to your forehead as you further retreated into his frame, rather than focusing on the disaster that surrounded you.
You were supposed to get married in two days, and so far, you didn’t have anything.
The two of you had decided to have your wedding in the backyard of the manor, so it would be small and private, but even then, there was still so much that had to be done. There had to be food, places to sit, and a dress.
You still needed a dress.
“We aren’t ready for this” you muttered, your words buried so far into his chest that you weren’t even sure that he had heard them but the more you thought about it, the more you hoped he hadn’t.
Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t a mistake.
You knew that marrying Klaus was the only thing you wanted to do, and that it was going to make you happy.
...and thankfully, Klaus knew it too.
Even after all these years, there wasn’t anything you could hide from him.
It was clear to him that the stress was getting to you, and because of that, Klaus made up his mind. This was one of those times when it was his job to take care of you like you had taken care of him a million times over.
After all, he was going to be your husband pretty soon and husbands didn’t let their wives stumble into nervous breakdowns.
“Okay, get up grumpy. I’ve got an idea” he prompted, all but rolling over you to stand up. You were going to get a dress with Allison, but given the circumstances, it seemed she wasn’t going to be joining you.
Instead, the man in front of you was going to use every bit of fashion prowess and skill he had to figure something else out.
All he had to do was get you up out of bed.
“There’s no point. I doubt anybody's even going to come”
Those words were little more than another groan from your throat, this time flowing seamlessly into the fabric of Klaus’ sheets. Evidently, since everyone else thought your getting married was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t worth throwing a big party.
Maybe it was stupid.
You weren’t children anymore, and the idea of a big white wedding was one that seemed sort of out of place for you. If your father could see it now, you were sure he would lock you in your closet.
He hadn’t raised you to get married, or care for anyone in the first place.
Not that he managed to actually raise you to do much of anything.
“What if this whole wedding is just to get back at him? What if it’s one big mistake?” you repeated, your voice just as small and uncertain as he could have expected when you did manage to raise your head from the mattress.
However, as much as Klaus wanted to rush to your side and convince you of just how wonderful an idea this was, it wasn’t going to make a difference.
His words weren’t going to make you feel better. Klaus knew that if he was going to make a real difference, if he was going to convince you that this was what you should be doing, it was going to take something bigger.
Something grander.
Thankfully, before you could wallow anymore in your upset, Klaus found exactly what it was he was looking for.
“Hold that thought, for one second” he prompted, leaving the room for just a second with the garment he’d been searching for tucked under his arm, hidden from your curious gaze.
You had no idea what he could have had going on, or why he wasn’t taking this more seriously but you knew Klaus well enough to know that there was no stopping whatever off the rails thing he had in mind.
It would just be better to let him do his thing, and maybe, he may even help you figure this out by the time he’s done.
He did have a habit of surprising you like that.
“Here! If I wear this, no one will pay any mind to what you’re wearing” Klaus teased, entering the room again with a start, a smile so wide there that you feared he may physically tear the flesh of his handsome face.
After so many years with Klaus, you had learned not to be shocked by anything he brought to the table.
That being said, you couldn’t stop yourself from gawking a little bit at the dress shirt Klaus was currently wearing, waiting for your input.
It was quite the shirt, flowy with an ornate pattern in emerald green and black, finished with a red-orange trim.
“That actually works quite nicely with your complexion” you shrugged, only standing when he offered a hand to you, the cuffs of that shirt flapping as he moved in a way that brought a smile to your face.
It didn’t matter how hard you tried to remember who frustrated and flustered you were, that garment had to have been the most hilarious thing you’d ever seen.
“I sure hope so, this is my nicest outfit” he defended, shooting you a wink that let you know this was his plan all along. Always the clever jester, he knew it would be better to distract you than to let you wallow in your own self-pity.
You wouldn’t have looked at it as something to get married in, not at first, but the more you studied the truly hideous shirt, you understood just what he was getting at.
Klaus was quick enough to pose it as a joke, but the point behind his actions was loud and clear to you. As long as the two of you were together, it didn’t matter who was there to witness it or if you were wearing a potato sack.
Marrying the man you loved was the most important thing, and if he wanted to get married in something like that, you would happily stand by his side.
“I love you” you gushed, barely holding back a cheek-splitting grin of your own as you admired the beautiful disaster in front of you.
Klaus had always been the most authentic, raw person you had ever had the privilege to know and the fact that you were lucky enough for him to love you as you loved him was all you should have been thinking about now.
Your wedding was supposed to be one of the best days of your life, after all.
...and, even though it wasn’t here yet, you knew that it would be as long as Klaus was by your side.
“You love the shirt, but I’ll take it” he grinned, reaching down to capture your hand in his own before leading you back toward the entrance of the room, his focus set on something that you couldn't have hoped to predict on your own.
Not that you got a chance to ask him to tell you before he took it upon himself to fill you in.
After all, there was still a problem at hand, even if he had managed to put it into perspective for you.
“We still have a little bit to do before this shirt and I can make you our wife” he teased, only further proving to you that this was the man you wanted to marry. Only Klaus could talk about his shirt like its own entity.
To be fair, though, there was nothing more you wanted than to be the Lady Hargreeves, floral shirt or no.
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the word that starts with an L.
Pairing : Five Hargreeves x reader
Request : “Hola! 🌻🐣 Klaus and Allison throw a party at a mansion. Reader is talking to people аnd dancing with a wide smile (they just want to forget all of their worries for a moment) and Five is just admire them from the corner of a bar. After a while Reader cannot find Five in a crowd, so they go to the Fives room and, suddenly, teleports at the roof. There are Christmas lights everywhere and slow music thumped through the small open window. Reader and Five just dancing there and talk all night.”
“hiii !!! could you write a five fic about maybe just like christmas?? like just fluff and more fluff 😂😂 maybe they celebrate with family and five is being a di*k like always and being sarcastic and all and he gives the reader a present but it's like a general one youd expect from family like a book or somethinf but then they go to his room and he gives the reader their actual present and it's like an inside joke or just really sweet?? idkkk I'm sorry if this is too specific or something.”
words : 1661
warnings : swearing
A/N : yes, I am combining two requests since they seem to have about the same premise? Hopefully they find this. Sorry if this seemed rushed, I was panicking because I was severely lacking in original content and I still had a lot more requests to go. I’m so sorry.
So there you were. Dressed up in a red and white dress that sparkled under the moonlight, sighing to yourself. This is the most discomfort you’ve felt in a long time, since you never got around to doing anything actually productive besides your part time job.
Though, that part time job did right by you.
You met a boy. A man, perhaps. He seemed scrawny, had gorgeous cornflower blue eyes and the best smile to match it. After your interesting yet ego-wrecking conversation with him, you both exhange numbers and have never gone a day without chatting since.
You arrive at the address he provided you, alarmed by the magnificent house. While he did look rich, you weren’t thinking this rich.
You knock at the door, waiting for a response patiently and a tall ropy guy appears. You were puzzled at his size as he asks for your name. You gladly give it to him and he greets you with warm smile, welcoming you in. The place was gorgeous. Seemingly old but well-polished antiques laid around, and every wall and corner of the house reminded you of the victorian era aesthetic.
All for one boy? You thought to yourself.
“Cool, right?” The ropy man asks. “We haven’t thrown a party in ages.”
“We?” You question.
“Yeah—Me, Allison, Vanya, Klaus, Diego, Five. Which one of those brought you here?” He listed.
“F-Five,” You stutter, soon wondering why Five was the only one named after a number.
The tall man blinked at you, frowning in confusion. “Woah. Holy damn.”
“What?”
“Nothing I just ... I didn’t think the grump would even participate in this party in the first place, let alone have such a stunning woman as his plus one.”
“Haha, we’re just friends but thanks, I’m flattered,” You sniggered, looking around at the dazzling place once more.
“Hey gorilla brain,” You hear a familiar voice call. “She’s a smart one, try not to lower her iq with your presence yeah?”
“Like I said, grump,” He whispers, briskly taking his leave right after. You chuckle at his remark.
Just as soon as he left, the familiar boy approached you, now wearing a suit and tie. He looked professional in it.
“Five!” You exclaim in excitement. “I was wondering if you were going to see me.”
“Of course I would; everyone else in this party were invited by my braindead siblings. You’re all I have,” he looked up at you with his stunning cerulean eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, you soon notice Five frowning as he looked around. “It’s too crowded. Would you like to go somewhere else?”
“Sure,” you chortled. “Use your ‘powers’ or something.”
“If you say so.” He takes you by the waist and a bright light blinded you as you ended up in a smaller room with blue everywhere.
“Wait—wait what—”
“I told you I had powers.”
“Those exist?!” You shrieked. “I—I was just joking I didn’t—”
“Expect that? Yeah. I know, but I’m honestly really not in the mood to explain how it came about so, if you could do me a favor to save it for another day that would be splendid,” Five smiled ever so slightly, and you hated to admit it but it was the same smile he gave you that day that reeled you in.
You both hear ball music from downstairs interrupt the silence that cam after.
“Care to dance?” He held out his hand.
You were stunned by this question as you were when he teleported, as Five has never come off as the gentleman type to you, but maybe that’s because most conversations between the both of you were over the phone.
you roll your eyes as you couldn’t help but smile. “Like you’d really want to dance with me.”
“Why not?”
“Do you even know how to dance? It isn’t like you at all,” you jabbered, folding your arms.
Five bowed quite low, his hand still extending out for your touch. “Try me.”
You bit your lip, shaking your head slightly as you were quite mad at yourself for smiling all this while. You took his hand, and he soon pulled you in by the waist.
You felt as he led you and himself through the music, swaying and moving to every beat. He was surprisingly good at it.
He dipped you, holding you up by your arm as his face was inches away from yours. He pulled you upright again as the music continued on.
The warmth in his arms was intoxicating, if you were being honest. Maybe it’s because you simply haven’t been with a man in a long time but there was something about Five that intrigued you.
“Where’d you learn to dance so well?”
“My dead father decided it was a useful skill to learn as superheroes fighting crime when we were younger.”
He finally let you go after swaying for , the music coming to an end. You hated that you missed the feeling, but you couldn’t help but long for the feeling again.
Five sat down at his bed, sighing as his eyes seemed to look to far lands.
“What’s in that pretty little head of yours?” You chuckle, sitting beside him as your eyes refused to peel itself away from the sight of him.
“Why do you ask so many questions?” He shot back.
“For someone with a seemingly high reputation your patience is comparible to that of a cell.”
He smiled, letting out a short humming sound. “If I told you you would think I’m crazy.”
“I like crazy,” You began, “Why do you think I exchanged numbers with you?”
Five chuckled, but it didn’t last long as his face faded back to melancholy. “I spent forty five years ... alone, in ruins, scrapping for anything that could keep me alive ... I don’t remember how it feels like to be with people anymore. Like, real, talking, breathing people. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now if it’s just ... longing for company or ... whatever that word is ... the one that starts with L?”
You were baffled at first and thought he was pulling some kind of sick joke. However, the look on his face pulled at your heartstrings to beat just a little faster than it should have.
“I don’t want to say it. Words I don’t understand seems so filthy for me to use,” Five explained.
“Then don’t use it,” You proclaim haphazardly. “Let’s just crave for each other’s attention and company, and exchange hugs for the night. Yeah? I don’t know what you’ve been through but if you can teleport here somehow, then anything’s possible right?”
“I ... ”
“Even if it means falling in love without knowing the meaning,” You finish, putting your hand on his.
“You’re so ... pretty,” He says out of the blue, his eyes exploring every corner of your neck up. “I’m sorry, I just—”
“You’re not bad yourself, hargreeves.”
There was a long pause after you both exchange smiles and glances.
“Hey ... you know you’re not alone anymore, right?”
Five looks up. He nods. “I just don’t know how I could waste my time on such a wasteland when there was no meaning to it—I just—”
“Always remind your family of how lonely you’ve been. Always make sure they feel even the smallest ounce of pain you have for each night you’ve shivered in the rubble, just trying to get even a blink’s worth of sleep. You’ll never feel lonely ever again.”
“How could I? I’m with you now, anyway,” He snickered. “You always make me feel at home even if our conversations happen miles apart from each other.”
You held up your arm signaling for a hug, which he gladly takes. You notice is his head inches closer to the crook of your neck, feeling him breathe.
“Oh yeah; I know you want to be an author so I got you this,” Five pulls out a blood red fountain pen that was lined with gold on the edges.
“Is this .... is this real?” You question, unabke to believe the shine in the pen.
“Yeah. Real expensive but I expect nothing in return,” Five hands you a notebook. “I know you wanna test it out.”
Just then, you both noticed how the music soon got too loud for you both sit in peace, so Five blinked to the roof where it was flat.
You test out the gorgeous pen, profusely thanking Five for the extravagant gift. You both glanced up at the sky, questioning how the stars seemed to gleam brighter that night.
“Kiss me once and kiss my twice and kiss me once again ... ”
“Five Hargreeves are you ...?”
“Singing? Wow, how could I?” Five questioned in an overly sarcastic tone.
“That’s an old song.”
“Came to my mind.”
“Out of all the songs ... ”
“I was thinking I would love if it would happen.”
You glance at him, eyebrows raised as your jaw dropped slightly. He smiles charmingly, the type of smile that would get you on your knees but also have you dying from fluffiness.
“You would, wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t pretend you weren’t just looking at my lips.”
You look away from his sea blue eyes, noticing how it’s really started to hypnotize you. “What happens afterwards? What’s the point of this?”
“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” He gently puts a finger to your chin, making you face him again. His face was less than an inch from yours, and you hated how much you wanted it.
You smiled, him finally closing the pesky gap both your lips hated. You could feel the man’s smirk against your lips, and it just made you wrap your arms around his neck.
And finally,
after the longest time in your life,
You felt okay.
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“How Old Are You?”
Ch. 2: Four Days Later Ch. 3: The Beginning of The Date
Warnings: Spoilers for TUA S3
Five Hargreeves x Reader
Word Count: 1,243 (give or take)
a/n: This is a rough draft of a fic I thought of the other day. I wanted to post it and get some hype for when I fully finish it. Also the ending of S3 was bullshit.
“Hey”
Five looked up from his coffee to the girl who had just slid her upper body to rest onto the counter, hair falling as she looked up at him. “Hello” was all Five said but straightened his composure and gave her a smile.
The universe has just been reset. His problems had been solved. He wasn’t about to start off one of his first interactions by being an asshole.
“How old are you?” She asked, squinting her eyes at him a bit as if she could figure it out if she scanned his face more.
Here we go.
“Why do you care?” He replied after a sigh.
“Kind of need to know your age before I can tell you” she continued, sitting up a bit. “Are you at least over 18?”
He paused for a second and thought, while taking her appearance in. She was wearing a simple ripped black jeans, white tank top, and jeans jacket but he was intrigued.
He’d noticed his body had seemed to start aging a bit more over the past three weeks. One of the only positive things to keep him going. It seemed he was at about 18 and he wasn’t about to claim to be younger.
“Yes. I am”
“Great.” She smiled and pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Well now I won’t be embarrassed that I tried to flirt with an underaged kid”
He perked up at that.
“Go on” he smiled and turned himself in the stool to face her. A small smile trying to spill out as he took another sip of coffee. “Not sure what more I have to say. I notice you in your cute suit when you came in and thought you were interesting, but couldn’t figure out if you were of age.” She explained after giving a shrug. Then leaned in closer to him and continued in a low voice, “my friend bet me $10 and the bill if you were older so I’m feeling pretty lucky”
He chuckled at that which caused her to smile a bit. “Well congratulations” he smiled and patted her hand, leaving his nearby when he placed it back on the counter. He was enjoying his first somewhat romantic interaction with a real woman in a while, and he wasn’t going to let her think otherwise. “Does your friend know about your flirtatious plans with me?” Five asked, quickly noticing the simple hoops and necklace she wore.
“Well me saying you seemed cute was what struck up the conversation, and while they did tease me about doing it they aren’t fully aware of it, no” she answered, keeping eye contact that made something in the pit of his stomach churn. She was very attractive, and admittedly looked nothing like Dolores which was new. “Is that because you were afraid of the possibility you’d be flirting with a high schooler?” Five asked as he finished his coffee. She laughed at that and shook her head a bit before replying, “Yes. Would not like to have that moment drawn out anymore that needed to”
“(Y/N) we need to go soon. Who’s paying?” Someone called over from a table causing the woman infront of Five to look over. He couldn’t help but look her over a bit better before he looked at the table. “You are” she smiled back, watching the friend roll their eyes and groan in defeat as the waitress approached with the bill. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to be going soon” she said as she turned to Five, “are you seeing anyone?”
“Not at all” he smiled
“Mind if I give you my number?”
“I’d love nothing more”
“Great” she bit her lip and grabbed a piece of paper and pen from her pocket. Five watched her write her number and what looked like a small note on it, chuckling when he leaned over to get a look and she moved her body to cover it up.
“Is that going to be it for you?” The waitress asked, pointing to Fives coffee. “Oh, uh, yes thank you” he nodded and pushed it closer to her. It then hit Five that he had no way of paying for it, and the waitress seemed to know it as she walked off eyeing him.
“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, folding up the paper. “Just realized I have no money to pay for this” he sighed quietly, watching out for an employee. “How much is your tab?” “Just this coffee. Probably five dollars with a little tip. Maybe I can find some…” he mumbled the end to himself as he looked around. The sound of (Y/N) rummaging through her pockets followed by her smacking something onto the counter rang through his ears, the latter startling him a bit. “Here. On me” she smiled and slid a $5 bill to him. “You just helped me win a free meal and $10 so I guess it’s the least I could do” she teased at the end, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Thank you (Y/N)” Five hummed, his eyes focusing on her smile for a second until he noticed her bite her lip. He felt another churn in his stomach and met her eyes again, receiving a cocked eyebrow from her. “I’ll pay you back” he added and before she could say it was fine he continued “on our first date”. He let out a cocky smile when she notice her blush lightly and bite her lip again as a small smile spilled from them. “Well alright then…” she trailed off, suddenly realizing she hadn’t gotten his name yet and Five froze for a second. This was a new universe apparently and he could start over. Maybe a new name that drew less questions, but he hadn’t exactly had time to think of a new one.
“I’m Five” he said holding his hand out for her to shake. Her eyebrows creased in confusion and her head tilted to the side a bit as her hand went to shake his. “That’s a cool and different name” she nodded, going silent when Five took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. “Well aren’t you cute” she hummed teasingly causing Five to chuckle. “Why thank you, you’re quite beautiful yourself” he offered back and gently let her hand go.
“(Y/N)! We got to go” her friend called from the table again. “Okay I’m coming” she said slightly annoyed as she glanced back at them. “Guess I should let you go before your friends get upset with you” Five took the piece of paper and put it in his pocket for when he’s be able to get a phone to call her with. “Yeah” (Y/N) sighed, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. Five took the $5 bill and slid it to her waitress, mumbling a “keep the change”. “Well good bye (Y/N).” He smiled, taking her hand and kissing it again. “Bye Five. Looking forward to hearing from you” she smiled.
Giving each other a quick nod she turned and walked back to her friends. Five watching her the whole time, catching her every time she would glance over. Then right before the group exited she gave him a wave which he returned and then watched her disappear into the night.
Fuck he needed to get a phone, and fast.
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Oh, Well | Five Hargreeves
✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x afab!gender neutral!Plus Size Reader
✦ word count — 4.3k
✦ request — hi could i request a five/plus size reader smut where they kinda bicker a lot (have a lot of tension) and are stuck in a tight closet together hiding ?
✦ warnings — nsfw, some bickering, tension, awkwardness, hints at intrafamilial violence (just a comment, nothing major), reader has a scar, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex (please don't do this), vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal sex, cumshot, some kind of aftercare.
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"Yes, Diego, you can punch them if they don’t cooperate, what kind of question is that?!” Before Diego could answer, Luther turned to the other side and added, “Five, take (Name) with you."
"What?!" you complained.
"Luther, no!" Five whined.
You should have known that befriending this endearingly dysfunctional family would backfire one day.
Luther was such a nice person that you never imagined he would ever bestow this upon you. Viktor was your usual partner when you had to split, but he was with Allison now.
Klaus and Ben were inseparable so unless they needed a codebreaker, which was essentially what you were, you were not needed there.
There wasn't an enigma or code you couldn't figure out. Unless, of course, the fucking enigma was sentient and a pain in the ass.
God, Five got on your nerves like nobody else had even tried to. You didn't know what it was about him, but you couldn't keep yourself from fighting him on every little thing and, through months of putting up with his constant need of being right, you found out he felt the same.
Shit, Diego was stubborn but you would have taken him over Five any day without any complaints. He was Lila's problem, though, and at any other moment, you would have been relieved.
"Why can't I go with you?"
Luther blinked. "Because I can do it on my own. Besides, Five is going to need you to gather the info."
"Why can't you and I go gather the info?"
"You want Luther, Luther, to sneak into a heavily guarded building?"
You would have thought him to be offended if you didn't know him. "I mean, yeah. It's better than putting up with you."
Five lifted his hands in exasperation. "I am surrounded by children!"
"That's rich coming from the guy who looked like one not even six months ago."
Viktor stood between you and Five, placing a hand on his brother's chest and the other on your shoulder. "Okay, stop it you two!"
"They started."
"I don't care, Five," Viktor put a stop to the incoming rant. "We're all adults, so let's act like it."
You nodded at him. It was always embarrassing to be chastised by Viktor in front of everybody. They never judged, but in your mind, they were thinking 'you just had to make Viktor step in, huh?' and yeah, maybe, but it wasn't intentional.
"Let's just... get it over with, yeah?" You offered, looking around at everybody.
Lila pointed at you. "What they said. I'm getting bored."
Why couldn't you go with Lila? You would have so much fun... well, maybe not her because your powers weren't that useful when fighting, but still.
Resigned, you asked Five, "So, how are we getting inside?"
"Give me your hand."
"What?"
"I'm getting us inside, genius."
Oh, that, yeah. "... okay." You offered your hand to him.
Five roughly grabbed it. The discomfort in the pit of your belly was over as quickly as it started. If only the corridor you appeared in was empty… oh, well.
Eyes were on you and Five and for the first time since you met him, you wished he looked 13 so that you could make a bullshit excuse about your little brother needing the bathroom.
Five didn’t even try to be subtle, choosing to ask about the office you were looking for openly. Unsurprisingly, security was called.
He grabbed your wrist and brought you with him, jumping from floor to floor.
Approaching steps prompted you to share a look. Opening the door closest to you, Five pushed you inside an empty closet.
He closed the door and shuffled to tug on the chain dangling between you to turn the light on. "Let's hope they stop following us soon."
"They wouldn't be following us if you knew how to keep your stupid mouth shut," you whisper-shouted.
Five inhaled deeply, lifting his finger to point at you before deciding it wasn't worth it. "Just do as I say."
"Yes, because that—"
He covered your mouth with his hand. "You're gonna get us caught if you continue being petty."
As if he wasn't petty!
But he was right, as much as it pained you to admit. You nodded against his hand so he would move off you. As much as he could move in such a closed space anyway.
Five removed his hand and rested his back against the door. He also put the lock on just to be safe.
"Do you know what time is it?" you spoke as quietly as you could.
"Why? Got somewhere to be?"
"Just curious."
"It must be like six or something. We should be out of here by nine."
You hummed.
"What's bothering you?"
"It's hot in here."
"Take your sweater off,” he simply said, as though that was the solution to all of your problems.
The sweater never came off, he should have known that by now.
"Was it a gift or something?"
"No."
"Look, just take the thing off, let your body cool off before you dehydrate."
"Okay. Turn around."
Five groaned. "There's no space."
"I don't want you to look at my body."
"I know what bodies look like."
"Yeah, but this is mine."
“Would it make you feel better if I turn the light off?”
“No.”
“Tough luck.” He started undoing the first two buttons of his shirt.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“You’re not the only one who’s hot.” He stopped in his tracks, dropping his hands. “I mean as in—”
“I know what you meant, don’t make it awkward.”
Too late. It was awkward from the second he brought his hands up to undo the first button. Fuck.
As though he didn’t know it was already so fucking awkward you would rather be out there being chased, he undid the placket buttons on his sleeves and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.
He couldn’t be idiotic enough to not know what he was doing. And if he was, you just hoped whichever God existed would have mercy on you.
Five looked almost innocent, peering at you as you did your best to not stare at him. As if there was anything else to stare at in the first place. Your goddamned luck.
The tiny closet was getting hotter, and you were sure the enclosed space had nothing to do with that.
Resigned, you grabbed the hem of your sweater and pulled it off. Five cleared his throat.
You looked at the wall beside you. “Stop staring.”
“I’m not.”
“Good.”
You expected many crazy things to happen that day yet standing before Five in just a white undershirt and jeans wasn’t one of them. It wasn't a proper undershirt but a camisole with bra support which made it even worse.
His silence was such a bad sign, too. Since when didn’t he have the energy to fight with you? There were ways to fight almost silently. Besides, there wasn’t any sound around you apart from the sighs he let out from time to time.
You held your sweater in your hand, feeling your skin grow sweaty as the weight and thickness of the material enveloped your palm.
"Why don't you just go create a distraction or something?"
"Because I would have to kill over one hundred innocent employees."
"There has to be another way, Five."
"Huh."
"What?"
"You rarely call me by my name."
"Well, I would do it more often if you were nicer."
"Would you?" For once, it didn't sound like a challenge.
"Ah, probably not,” you admitted. You weren’t about to lie to yourself just to spite him. You had done it many times before and it never ended well.
"Are you scared we're going to die here?"
"No. I would if the closet was air-tight."
"So it's not the possibility of dying or that you're busy later."
"Exactly."
"Well, I'm lost, then."
That was a first.
You shifted, doing your best to not lean into him. “I’m getting a cramp.”
He rested his hands on your waist, making you jump. “Sorry,” he softly apologized. “Just come here.” He brought your upper body onto his. “Stretch your legs.”
You groaned, immediately hiding your face in his chest to muffle your curses. Dropping your sweater, you fisted his shirt. “Fuck, it hurts.”
“Breathe, you’ll be okay.”
You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent by mere coincidence. It was rich, musky yet crisp.
“Thanks.” You lifted your head, forgetting you were so close.
Your noses bumped, you drew in a breath, and Five looked down. The warmth of his hands weighed on you, your knuckles were almost white as you viciously gripped his shirt as though it was the only thing keeping you grounded. And it was.
You would snap if you let go of his blue shirt, and you had the feeling he would snap if he moved his hands.
Searching for his eyes, you only found a parted mouth and the crease of his brow. You weren’t blind, or dumb, he looked attractive when he was focused — he was quite the looker in general, everybody in his family was.
But there was something about Five Hargreeves. It was a poorly kept secret between you and your conscience.
He whispered your name.
Your heart leaped in your chest. “Mmh?”
“Can I kiss you?”
You should have said no, you should have pretended this was a misunderstanding, you should have blamed the forced proximity of the situation. But that would make you a hypocrite and a coward, two things you hated with a passion. “Yes.”
He slanted his head as he closed the small gap between your faces, pressing his lips against yours. They were soft, perhaps too soft for the diet you had seen him follow, the most surprising part, however, was how willing you were to continue kissing him, how scared you were that he’d pull away.
Would it be weird if you kissed him more firmly? Did he even like that? How many boundaries would you cross if you dove into what you wanted?
You shakily rested your hands on his shoulders. The plan was to wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, a flawless one until you became frozen. His mouth slowly parted from yours, and barely moving any other muscle of his face, Five breathed heavily against your nose.
His lips were suddenly on yours again, so abruptly that the surprised sound your throat had made was swallowed by his kiss. He slowly slid his hands down your sides, reaching your outer thighs and tracing them up and down.
You quickly pulled away. "Turn the light off. Hurry."
Five withdrew a hand from your body and turned the light off. Breathless, he whispered, "Maybe we should keep it off."
"Yeah."
Voices echoed outside the closet. Five and you stood completely still.
This, silence, was uncommon between you. Insulting each other and complaining was your thing, yelling at each other too, not standing almost chest to chest, trying not to make a sound after having made out.
As the voices became fainter until they couldn't be heard anymore, you rested your head against the wall behind you. "Now what?"
"We wait for everybody to leave."
"Maybe we should have come at night."
"Luther didn't want to wait. You know how he is."
Luther worried, that was it, but you understood why his siblings didn't see it like that. You wouldn't have if he was your brother.
"Is the scar on your arm the reason you always wear long sleeves?"
You didn't think he'd ask. Or notice.
"They're comfortable."
"That wasn't my question."
You were glad he couldn't see you now. "Not many people know about it."
Five shifted. "What happened?"
"A fight at home went wrong."
His knee bumped yours as he got as close as possible. Five rested a hand on your waist.
"Can I touch it?" he breathed out the question against your face.
"The scar?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "I really want to touch it."
You opened your mouth to tell him it sounded weird, but you didn't dare say so. It wasn't that weird in the first place, scars were interesting and they felt nice when they weren't on your body.
Maybe he followed that logic. The thought was a little terrifying, you weren't looking to have things in common with Five.
Some would say you already had.
"Okay." You wished you could see his reaction, but it was for the best that you didn't.
The pads of his fingers were rough, skin dry, he probably had never applied moisturizer.
The movement was slow, he barely put pressure on your skin as he steadily traced the scar.
"Do you hate it?"
"Yes."
Five hummed, hand still on your arm. "I don't hate it."
You had no answer to his comment, not even a sarcastic one.
Was he expecting you to tell him more about it just because you had some time to waste?
That didn't sound like him. Five always asked for what he wanted, or took it if it was needed. You didn't hate that about him.
"I guess you don't have to live with it."
"I have scars of my own."
"Do you hate them?"
"No, but I think about them often." He wasn't interested in talking about himself, or his scars for that matter, and so he asked, "Can I kiss it?"
"If... you want to..."
"Why else would I ask?" His voice dropped as he leaned in.
His lips made contact with your skin and you jumped. Five didn't apologize.
He started near your elbow, at the bottom of the scar. His mouth was warm against your skin, too warm, almost burning.
You let out a shaky breath as he carried on, tracing your scar with his lips, kissing his way up.
Five kissed your skin past the scar until he reached your shoulder.
Your hand traveled to the back of his neck where you slid your fingers into his hair. Five sighed, pressing his lips against your neck as your fingers massaged his scalp.
His sighs quickly became quiet moans. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop pressing the pads of your fingers on his head.
Five pressed his body against yours, flush against your middle, hips pushing you against the wall.
Against your skin, he said, "Tell me to stop."
"No."
"No what?"
"Don't stop."
He took that as an encouragement to leave a mark on your neck, eliciting a whine from you.
“We gotta be quiet,” he reminded you.
Easier said than done.
He made it even harder by rolling his hips against yours, hands gripping your waist. Five kissed you again, his tongue slid past your lips just as you scratched his nape.
A few questions popped into your head. Where did he learn to kiss? How did he know the way you liked to be kissed? And could he maybe give tips to other guys so you wouldn't be left disappointed every time after him?
As though sensing your distraction, he asked against your lips, “Are you comfortable?”
“No,” you honestly answered. “But this will do.”
“You sure? We can—"
“Don’t you dare.”
He huffed a laugh and briefly pressed his lips against yours. “Very well...” Five dragged his hands down to your thighs. "Push your hips forward."
You did as you were told, making it easier for him to undo your jeans and pull them down. He grabbed at your thighs, sighing as his palms finally made contact with the soft skin there.
His fingers brushed the waistband of your panties, and in consequence your belly. "Is it okay if I take these off too?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
He softly pulled on them, as though scared he would tear them off. He probably would, the material was soft, and light to avoid any ventilation issues.
For a while, he just caressed your thighs, barely grazing your center. It was unnerving, but not unwelcome. Eventually, he reached where you needed him the most.
He parted your folds with his fingers. You gasped as he traced your slit and pursed your lips to keep quiet as he brushed your clit.
He slipped a finger into your pussy, eyes on you as he used the thin line of light sneaking in through the one to gauge your reaction. He breathed out a laugh — it sounded more like the type of smile one lets out while talking on the phone.
"Wish I could take my time with you," he admitted. "But I don't want to ruin your back." Saying that, he started pumping his finger inside you.
You had never been the quiet type, much less when being fingered, but the prospect of being caught by people who were already worried both of you would steal from them was exhilarating.
Five added a second finger, prompting you to quickly bring a hand of yours to cover your mouth. He leaned his forehead against the back of your hand, aiding you.
Your chest mirrored the rhythm of the rise and fall of his own. His free hand steadied you as he pushed harder into you, curling his fingers inside you.
You really wished you could see him, and perhaps that he could see how much pleasure he was bringing you. There was no doubt he could tell, but you had observed him for long enough to know he liked to watch.
Another godforsaken thing in common.
Lifting his head, he briefly let go of your body to pull your hand away from your mouth. His lips replaced your hand as he kissed you roughly, biting your bottom lip in the process.
"Help me out of these, will you?" he whispered.
You asserted he was talking about his trousers. He kissed you as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants — you pulled them down, touching his clothed cock by mistake. He stopped moving his fingers inside you and made a sound in your mouth.
Instead of apologizing, now you intentionally touched his cock, grabbing it from on top of his underwear. Five broke the kiss and hissed.
"I'm gonna get them out of the way, okay?"
"Yeah," he quickly answered.
Once his cock was free, you slowly wrapped your hand around it. Giving it a gentle squeeze, you felt it throb; Five sighed.
Taking your time, —because although your feet were starting to hurt, you had many minutes to spare— you leisurely stroked his shaft. He resumed fingering you, trying to prove he could focus better than you.
You sped up, firmly squeezing his cock as you moved your fist up and down. The problem was, he sped up too and he had an advantage: he could easily keep his balance while standing up no matter what, he was probably used to jerking off standing up in the shower or something.
Your legs hurt, not only because the space was tight, but because you were tight around his fingers too and he showed you no mercy. You hated that he seemingly knew you so well.
Oh, well, you could accept defeat if you got to come.
Five kissed you softly, dragging his lips to your chin, then your jaw. He went slightly up to your ear and nipped at it. "Can't wait any longer," he whispered, giving you goosebumps.
Withdrawing your hand from his cock, you found yourself missing the weight on your hand. Soon, he pulled his fingers out of you and cruelly, noisily, licked them. With a satisfied hum, Five teased you by pressing the tip of his cock against your pussy.
The teasing was, thankfully, brief. "Are you ready? We can stop if you want."
"I'm ready," you assured him.
He didn't need convincing. Pushing his cock in, he growled. You did your best to only whimper lowly, to keep yourself from telling him to hurry up and fuck you — you didn't trust your voice or the things your loose tongue could spill as long as he moved.
And move he did, sure you weren't hurting and sure he wouldn't come by the second pump, Five pushed his hips forward, driving his cock deep into you.
As he sped up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, scared either of you would hit your head. With the same intention of avoiding an injury, Five firmly held your hips, digging his fingers into your skin as he fucked you.
There was no rhythm, no alternative either in the way he fucked you. The space was what it was, you couldn't fault him for the latter, but you wondered if, perhaps, he had thought about this before, if the lack of rhythm and the harsh way he was fucking you meant something more, or if you were merely getting too hung up on the fact that he knew how to fuck you just right.
He didn't treat you like couldn't take it as many did, there was no assumption on his behalf that you hadn't been fucked like this before, and he used it to his advantage. Five nipped at your skin, grabbed your body, and hammered into you with the presumption that this was how it was supposed to be.
And it was. You wished more people understood that.
You also wished he wasn't good at that. But he was, and he had you so close to the edge with just his cock that you kissed him so you wouldn't start babbling about it.
He smiled against your mouth because he knew.
Needing to breathe, you parted from his soft lips, letting a string of saliva hanging between your mouths, and admitted you were close. He didn't need that, or any other confirmation for that matter, but he didn't comment on it.
He fucked you through your orgasm, bringing you into his chest so you would muffle your moans with his skin as he wrapped an arm around your neck and covered his mouth.
Again, you wished you could see him. His hair must have been a mess and his face red. You could picture it, and it startingly got you to come.
He thrust in and out a few more times, before parting from you and pulling out. You could tell he was finishing himself off with his hand by the sound of his wet cock against his dry fist. Kissing him, you swallowed his grunts and moans.
Something warm coated your thighs. They must have looked pretty painted with his cum. You didn't stop kissing him, prompting him to grab you by the back of the head and give you the longest kiss you had ever been given.
Hesitant, you pulled away to finally catch your breath which mingled with his as you both breathed against each other.
"Do you have anything I can clean myself up with?"
"Uh... let me see." He went through his pocket. "It's gonna feel weird. I only have a convenience store receipt."
"It's better than walking around with cum on my skin."
"Is it?" he jokingly asked.
"Yes, you ass."
The paper was rough against your skin as Five did his best to clean you up.
In silence, you both fixed yourselves up. What happened would probably be obvious to anybody, there was no way to make yourself look presentable in the dark and without a mirror.
The thin strip of light disappeared. You pulled your cellphone from your pocket and tried to use it as a flashlight, but it was dead.
"Let's give it a few minutes," Five suggested. "Twenty, maybe."
"I have no way of measuring time."
"Counting seconds might help."
You didn't know if he was joking or not. He probably was, because his hands roamed your body until he found your hips. A bout of pain pierced through you as he hit your nose. "Ouch."
"Sorry. What was it?"
"My nose."
"Oh, I wasn't too far away."
"Please stop."
He whined, surely by mistake.
"Can't you wait fifteen minutes?"
"No."
You almost laughed at that. It would have been funny if your eyes weren't watery and your nose didn't burn.
He persisted, but instead of kissing you on the lips, his own brushed your nose. "It wasn't my intention."
"I get it. I'm not mad."
"Does it hurt?"
"Yup."
"I broke my nose once," he said, voice distant. "Dad was mad because I was supposed to spatial jump before anybody could hit me."
"Were you distracted?"
After a pause, he hummed in affirmation. "I couldn't save everybody that day."
"But you tried."
"Yeah. Only I tried. And it brought me a broken nose and a month grounded."
You put your hands on his and dragged them up his arms until you reached his shoulders. Stopping there for a moment, you considered pulling away. You didn't.
You grabbed his neck, using your thumbs to caress his cheeks. You felt him smile, something so rare you would have thought the world would end any second now.
He dragged his lips down, not before giving your nose another peck, and traced your lips with his, not quite kissing you.
A hand left your hip. A click resonated in the room and you squeezed your eyes shut as harsh light hit you.
"A warning would have been nice."
He didn't answer. Five cupped your cheek in his palm, using his thumb to trace your nose. Slowly opening your eyes, you found him already staring at you.
He tapped your nose with his thumb. "We shouldn't tell anybody about this. I don't need Diego knowing he was right when he said there was sexual tension between us."
"God, no." Did Five Hargreeves just boop your nose?
Not giving you time to say or think anything else, Five kissed you for the last time that evening, trapping your bottom lip between his mouth.
As he, begrudgingly, broke the kiss, he handed you your sweater. "Come on, if we hurry up, we might have time to get a drink later."
You hoped you were able to hide how excited his comment made you feel, but going by the twinkle in his eyes, you hadn’t.
Oh, well, there were worse people to take a liking to.
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That’s my girl
Diego Hargreeves x reader
Summary: As a karate teacher, you never thought your life would get more extraordinary after being a teen champion, but when you find yourself in the 60′s looking for your boyfriend, you realize just how wrong you were.
A/N: Ooff this was hard! So much to fit into a one-shot, i hope I didn’t miss anything! I used a chinese name for the mentor but I don’t know if I misspelled or something, so let me know if I did something wrong!
Warnings: swearing, mental hospital.
October, 1963
“Diego? Five? Anyone?” You yelled on the dark alley, unaware that your boyfriend had been there a few weeks before.
You strolled around the block and found a rude old man who informed you of how bold your clothes were “even for this crazy 60′s” he had exclaimed and you had felt the urge to kick him in the face. Great, thanks Five.
You had no idea what to do next but one thing was certain: you needed to find Diego.
December, 2018
You struggled with the keys as you tried to close the dojo’s door with your gloves on. Winter was at its strongest, which meant you had to wear uncomfortable clothes until you reached home. You hated it, it made you feel a little helpless in case someone attacked you, and just as you were thinking about that scenario, you felt someone coming from behind and you kicked back, right on the crotch area.
“HO-ly shiiiit!” A man exclaimed, and when you turned around you realized it was just the guy who cleaned the gym next door. You two had never talked before, but you sure had seen him walking around. You might have thought he was attractive if not for his way of living, gym’s were no place to live in.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I thought you were going to steal from me.” You apologized, covering your face with your hands.
“I was trying to help you!” He gasped for breath
You nearly laughed. He looked adorable with his eyes closed and his nose red from the cold. “I think I could handle that by myself. What was your name again?”
“Diego.” He pushed, recovering from the pain. “And you must be Miss Huiliang.” He extended his hand and you took it with a smile.
“No, I’m just Y/N, Mister Huiliang was my mentor and my friend.”
“Oh I’m sorry.” He frowned.
“Don’t be, he taught me everything he could. How about I buy you a coffee to make up for that?” You gestured towards his lower area.
“How about I buy you a coffee to make up for scaring you?” He gave you a flirtatious smile and you just laughed, heading for the shop.
November, 1963
“Babe...” You whispered towards the small TV in your living room, which you shared with your roommate, a 76 year old woman with severe arthritis.
“That’s your man? The one you talk about everyday?” She laughed out loud. “Then why don’t you go get him sweets? He’s right there on the loony bin!”
“You know what Ruth? You’re absolutely right, I’ll be back by dinner! Keep an eye on my lasagna!” You exclaimed as you ran to your destination.
Once you got there you realized you had no plan, just a third degree black belt and that would have to do the job.
Thankfully, the guards weren’t expecting a sweet girl with an apron to knock them out with two swift chops right on the carotid artery. Now you just had to avoid other people and find your love, easy, right? You checked the cameras and the sight made you sob; he was sedated out of his mind and they had him on a straitjacket. “Motherfuckers.” You whispered to yourself.
You ran inside and found a few unlucky nurses who were knocked out easily as well. It cost you a few minutes but finally you heard him struggling inside a door and knew exactly what to do. You took a bobby pin from your hair and started picking the lock, when the door finally opened you realized he was doing the exact same thing, which immediately brought you to tears as you hugged him, holding him close in case he would fall.
“Did you punch people to get to me?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s my girl.” He praised and you enjoyed that small moment so very much.
That was, until you heard gunshots.
“Come on! I just want one peaceful reunion with my lover!” You cursed the universe before you started running, again.
March, 2019
“Yeah, she’s a twice under 18 champion, no less.” Diego bragged to his brothers with his arm around your shoulders.
“That is pretty cool, how did you end up with a sucker like him then?” Allison asked jokingly.
“I’ve always thought he put me on a love spell with those weird abilities of his.”
“Honey!” He exclaimed in shock.
“What? You thought I just fell for the knives? Oh no baby, that’s just a plus.” You winked at him, making his siblings cringe.
Except for Klaus, of course, who just clapped. “I like this one!”
November, 1963
“I just want you to know that I missed you all very much!” You grunted as you helped lift the weight from Diego’s leg.
“See Diego? You should learn some manners from Y/N.” Answered Luther when you could finally pull him away from the bulldozer.
“Shut up, team zero! Unstoppable!” Diego and Luther awkwardly fist bumped and you smiled at the sight.
Vanya gave you a small nod. “We missed you too.”
“Alright so what’s the deal with Lila? She moves like she’s been doing karate all her life.” You wondered, starting a discussion on her apparent powers.
After hearing voices inside the barn you left the Hargreeves to discuss while you went to actually do something about the newfound information. You stepped in and you saw Lila stepping on Five’s throat.
“Not on my watch, bitch.” You sneaked around until you were right behind her. “Oi! Why don’t you fight someone your size?!” You exclaimed before sending a high kick to her face, which she caught flawlessly, spinning you and throwing you away.
You landed with a loud thud and then everything went black.
April, 2019
“Not this again.” You grunted as you were sucked on a blue void, worsening your headache.
You suddenly were in the entrance of the umbrella academy, together and unharmed. Diego let you down from the bridal position he was carrying you on and embraced you tightly. “You’re alright.”
“I am.” You whispered into the hug. “Now please tell me you didn’t have sex with that mad woman.”
“Don’t worry about that, angel, I’m all yours, always have been and always will be.” He kissed you and you silently promised not to lose him ever again.
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Polka Dot Dress - Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader
Description: Sent by the Handler to hunt down Five, you struggle with self confidence. After a waitress sends a mean comment your way, a surprising visitor comes to your defense.
Warnings: poor self confidence, food shaming, mentions of appearance
a/n: This may become part of a longer series, but it can be easily read as itself. This is also my first time writing any sort of fanfic in literal years, so be nice. We needed more plus size representation! As always, remember that you are beautiful and amazing just as you are! Both characters are 18 years old.
Word Count: 1027
Nothing will ever break your self confidence like traveling back in time as a plus size woman. Yet, you found yourself continuing to do it.
It wasn’t as if anyone said anything about your size, at least not to your face, but it was hard not to take notice when your stomach jiggled as you squeezed into your uniform. Even harder when you saw the taut stomachs of the other girls simply slip into theirs.
You could brush that off though. You were barely inside the Commission anyways. As one of the Handler’s most prized recruits you were constantly at work. There was no end to the constant missions. Unfortunately, that also meant you were always struggling with a different beauty standard.
During a 1970s mission, you sat crying in the bathroom of a cult leader’s house because you couldn’t fit into the size 0 flare orange jeans one of the members had let you borrow.
In the early 1600s you almost passed out from the tightness of your bodice while chasing down a rogue princess.
It sucked. No matter what time you went to, some part of your body was wrong. You could never be comfortable.
This thought played on repeat in your mind as you grabbed a briefcase for your next mission. The Handler sent you on a special mission, one that was not necessarily authorized. You were to bring back Five Harvgreeves from the 1960s.
You knew of the man. You had even briefly spoken to him, though you don’t think he ever said anything back. This was not a trip you were looking forward to. Five’s reputation was extensive, he was known for his intelligence and craftiness.
That was not your main concern though. You had also been asked to wear a dress fitting of the times: a mid-thigh shift dress covered in polka dots. All you could think about was the cellulite down the back of your thighs. Sighing, you threw it over your head, not bothering to glance into the mirror before grabbing your briefcase and starting your travel back in time.
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The back of your white heeled shoes came crashing down onto the pavement first. Your knees soon followed. No matter how long you had been time traveling, you were still unable to land steady on your feet. As you stood up and brushed the dirt off of your newly forming scrapes, you began to take in your surroundings.
It appeared that you had landed yourself right in an alleyway. It was dark and everything was gray apart from the bright green overflowing dumpsters lining the walls of the buildings to either side of you. The smell of them was beginning to tickle the back of your throat, so you quickly grabbed the briefcase and walked onto the street to prevent yourself from throwing up.
You slowly walked down the street, trying to get your bearings. The first thing catching your eye was a small diner. Pausing for a moment and trying to remember the last time you sat down to eat a meal, you decided to pop in for dinner. A few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
It wasn’t long before you found yourself tucked into a booth in the back corner of the restaurant. You peered at the menu for a few minutes before deciding on a short stack of pancakes with a side of bacon.
Just in time it seemed, as the waitress appeared in front of you. Your eyes remained trained on the menu as you stated what you wanted. There was a pause as you waited to hear the scratch of a pencil on paper, but none came.
Looking up you were met with a sickly sweet smile. “Oh honey, perhaps you should go for a healthier option. I can get you some eggs with a side of steamed vegetables? It will be much better for a woman of your size,” the waitress spoke. It felt like a shard of ice had just impaled your heart. Everything stopped as you looked into her eyes. Words burned the back of your throat as you struggled to speak. Her presence made you feel small, like a child being reprimanded.
You were used to having people not like you. Heck, many people even hated you. It was part of your job. But it had been a long time since someone had outright insulted your weight. You felt transported back to middle school; if it weren’t for the feeling of the briefcase next to you, you would have thought you had actually traveled back to there.
Suddenly you were brought back from your thoughts from a second voice, “She’ll have the pancakes, and I’ll take a coffee. Black. And do me a favor, don’t let me ever hear you talk to her like that again.” The statement left no room for argument and you watched as the waitress nodded and scurried away.
With her now gone, you were left with a clear view of your target: Five Hargreeves.
“Still letting people treat you like trash I see,” he smirked as he slid into the seat across for you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he put a hand up to silence you. “I know she sent you. So let’s get to the point. I’ll let you walk away from here unharmed and you don’t come after me.”
You looked at him, trying to muster up enough confidence to seem unbothered, “I don’t think I can make that work.”
Five leaned forward, hands pressing into the table. “Listen up sweetheart,” he paused staring confidently, “the next time I see you, I’ll have to kill you. And I’d hate to hurt such a pretty thing.” His eyes trailed down your sitting figure, pausing briefly at the tops of your thighs.
Your mouth went dry. He winked at you, standing up just as his coffee arrived. He took a sip, eyes never leaving yours. Before turning to leave and disappearing just as quickly as he had arrived.
Your mind spun with questions: how did he find you, what were you going to do, and where was Five going? More importantly though, when did Five start calling you pretty? And when did you start finding Five hot?
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Masterlist
I haven't written many fics yet, but this is just a handy lil tool so I know what I'll be writing next :))
AVENGERS
Sticky situation - Steve Rogers
After being hired in the Avengers Tower, y/n gets stuck in a very sticky situation. The only person there to save the day is a very swoon-worthy Captain America
The avengers dealing with a sick reader
Y/N Y/L/N, the youngest avenger, falls ill with a terrible cold. The avengers team up and use their 4 braincells to look after them. (HEADCANONS)
The strongest avenger - Carol Danvers
Getting kidnapped wasn't really your plan for the day, but it all worked out when you managed to confess your love to your favourite avenger.
Dating Bucky Barnes in secret would include...
Both of you are stupid, sneaking around wasn't worth it becauSE ALL OF THE AVENGERS KNEW.
Loki x plus size reader
Overcome with insecurities, you never thought anybody would fall in love with you. That all changed when you met a certain Asguardian Asshole.
Overreaction - Loki x reader
The rest of the avengers never wanted you to even meet Loki Laufeyson - how will they react when you tell them you're dating?
Bruce Banner Headcanons Babey
Just some general headcanons of what dating Bruce Banner would be like :))
5 + 1 - Bucky Barnes
Five times Bucky Barnes almost kissed you, and the one time that he finally did!!!!!!
New suits - Tony Stark x daughter!reader
Being the daughter to the worlds richest superhero results in a lot of insecurities, but you have the worlds best dad to support you.
Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet
Peter x reader, a list of alphabet headcanons of your relationship.
X-MEN
X-men preferences - how they flirt with you
Includes Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Logan Howlett, Kurt Wagner and Hank McCoy :)
Ain't no sunshine - Logan Howlett x reader x Scott Summers (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5 finale)
Living life as a mutant was hard - but being constantly pursued by the two most stubborn people at the school for gifted youngsters made it even harder.
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY
Your Energy - Klaus Hargreeves x reader
Diego Hargreeves should've never let you meet his family.
HARRY POTTER
Remus Lupin dating a hufflepuff would include...
Remus fell in love with you in first year for you kindness and compassion - how will your relationship progress as you make your way through school?
Sirius Black dating a Ravenclaw reader would include...
Who would've guessed that the sarcastic, witty ravenclaw would fall for the charming, confident gryffindor?
Remus Lupin x adhd reader
Some headcanons about what Remus dating a reader with adhd would be like. All based on my personal experience!
SCHEDULED FICS
(Things I'm currently writing/will be writing in the future. Once they're uploaded, I'll remove them from this list and add them to their category!)
James Potter x plus size reader
How the marauders cuddle
Diego hargreeves x reader
Klaus Hargreeves x platonic reader
Five Hargreeves x reader
Natasha Romanoff x reader
Wanda Maximoff x reader
Avengers preferences - their nicknames for you
#avengers#avengers x fem!reader#avengers x y/n#avengers x you#marvel#marvel fanfic#marvel fanfiction#marvel fic#the avengers#avengers x platonic reader#the umbrella academy x y/n#the umbrella academy x you#the umbrella academy theories#the umbrella academy x reader#the umbrella academy fanfiction#the umbrella academy#diego hargreeves x you#diego hargreeves x y/n#diego hargreeves x reader#klaus hargreeves x you#the marauders x y/n#the marauders x you#the marauders x reader#the marauders#james potter#remus lupin x y/n#remus lupin#sirius black#x-men#logan howlett
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Writing Shtuff (Rules, masterlist, who and what I write for, etc..)
Main acc: @milkfromhell
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Requests: Open || CLOSED
Now currently doing:
Some requests still in my draft ;)
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MASTERLISTS
[Tua Masterlist]
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WHO I WRITE FOR
The Umbrella Academy
Luther Hargreeves
Diego Hargreeves
Allison Hargreeves
Klaus Hargreeves
Five Hargreeves (Platonic only!)
Ben Hargreeves
Vanya Hargreeves
Good Omens
Crowley
Aziraphale
Doctor Who
Tenth Doctor
Rose Tyler
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WHAT I WILL WRITE
Fluff, Angst, Oneshots, Imagines, Blurbs, Short series, Headcanons, Drabbles, AUs
Gender neutral readers, trans readers, male readers, female readers, race neutral readers
Platonic xReaders
Sibling xReaders (Especially with the Hargreeves siblings)
Plus size xReaders
Topics like violence, drinking, smoking, etc…
Implied smut
LGBTQ+ Relationships
WHAT I WON’T WRITE
Smut
Miscarriages, rape, non/dub-consent
Incest
Character x Character fics, but the Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale x Crowley), Vissy (Vanya x Sissy), and Klave (Klaus x Dave) is fine! But I can't write TenRose since I can't write their dynamic very well :')
Pregnancy/Parenting shtuff
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PLEASE…
Be patient when you have requested, or are requesting! I’m quite busy nowadays, since online school started
Don’t spam my ask box with the same request!
Have fun with your requests, my ideas are a bit boring :o
Give constructive criticism! I’m still experimenting with my writing style, and I’ve just recently started putting my fics out into the internet, so it’s cool!
Tell me if my fics are offensive, and I’ll take it down!
Thank you!~
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You. Are. A. Man!
Five Hargreevs x Trans!Male Reader
Plot: The reader is a transgender male who is struggling with body dysphoria and tries to deal with being reminded that he was once a female. Five is there to support him and remind him that the reader is indeed a man.
Author’s Note: To be honest, it felt weird writing this. I’m a female and I don’t feel like I should be writing this. I feel like someone with these actual experiences should write this. This is also why I’m turning to my friend Axel, who is transgender and having him help me write this. I would love to write more stuff like this in the future, so please send in more requests! Also, if you’re struggling with body dysphoria, please feel free to talk to me about what’s going on. I love you guys and I wanna help ya’ll! I love you guys and remember that you’re all special in your own way! Also go check out my Wattpad!
Warnings: BODY DYSPHORIA! Basically, if you’re sensitive to any content regarding transphobia I guess.
Requested: Yes by @rainbow-depresso-expresso
Key: E/C = Eye color; B/T = Body type; S/C = Skin color
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My chest ached at the feeling of my binder crushing the two lumps of fat that remained hanging on my body. Then again, it’s my fault for making it so tight, but I’ve been wearing it all day. I just wanted to look completely flat; is that too much to ask for? To be born with the correct body and to have people accept you for who you are? I just want to look how I was meant to be born; I wanted to be born a man. Is that too hard? Is it too hard to be accepted for who I want to be, who I was meant to be? I’m not harming anyone, yet only a handful of people in my life support me rather than everyone. These people are the only reason why I stay sane. They’re the only reason I haven’t given up my dream of having top surgery. Though, the topic of transitioning from female to male didn’t settle well with my parents.
Here I am, standing in front of my body mirror with tears brimming my (E/C) eyes which were glaring at my (B/T) (S/C) body. I hate it. I hate my body. I hate every damn thing about it! I couldn’t even look at myself without feeling the dysphoria creeping up my back like it’s a damn spider. I can’t even look down without seeing the two lumps of fat on my chest and what lies between my legs, I can’t even tell my parents about what I’m feeling because I know what their views on transgender people, and they’re not positive.
It hurts to know that you can’t become who you want to be; who you are meant to be. It fucking hurts to hear people call you something that you’re not and to be constantly reminded that you’re different, and when people think of different, they think, “Oh, that’s weird.” Weird eventually leads to people thinking the people or things that are weird as inferior to them. It’s beneath them. Do you know how much it hurts to hear your loved ones bash the people in your community just because they’re different and think that they’re weird? They say those things then turn right to you and tell you that they love you for who you are. No, they don’t, but then again, they don’t know I’m the very thing they despise.
It’s scary to know they if they found out your secret, you’ll change right before their eyes into a hideous, mutated monster. They’ll kick you out, act like they don’t know you, humiliate you and force you to wear the clothes they want you to wear, and they’ll do whatever they can do to convince you it’s a phase and you aren’t who you think you are. I’m terrified of the day they remind me constantly of the things that make me what they want me to be.
I’m so fucking insecure about how my shirt hugs my body, and how I can’t wear underwear without wanting to bawl my eyes out because they’re not boxers. Sure, I have other insecurities that everyone else has, such as how some people don’t like the size of their nose, the color of their eyes, or even the amount of fat they have on their bodies. I can’t change myself though without anyone really noticing what I’m trying to achieve. I had to convince my parents I was just going through a phase just so I could get my hair cut short enough to where it chopped off some of the dysphoria I carried around.
You wanna know what hurts the most, though? Fearing that the love of your life is going to leave you for who you are. You fear that soon he’ll realize the mistake he’s made and walk right out the door. He’ll lose feelings and start to distance himself, whether he realizes it or not. He said he loved you, but he can’t just be with you. Maybe somewhere he still loves you, right? He loved you, did he though? If he really loved you, he would’ve stayed and worked shit out, but instead, he became disgusted with who he associated himself with.
It first starts with him not wanting to kiss you in public. You think that he just hasn’t been comfortable with PDA lately and wants to limit it, so you brush it off. You don’t even point it out to him when you’re alone and continue to tolerate it. Soon enough it escalates into not wanting to hold your hand in public. It hurts, but you don’t bother him. It’s not until he stops doing these things even when you’re alone that it starts to bother you. It hurts, but you’re too scared to bring it up and accidentally start a fight. This isn’t the first time something like this happened to you, so you didn’t push him. You’ve learned from your mistakes, haven’t you? Your world comes crashing down and the nightmares you’ve been having for the past week finally come true. He doesn’t bother saying that he’s sorry, or that he wishes you two could just stay friends. No, he just walks right out the door without even looking back at you to see if you’re okay because he knows you’re not. He knows he broke your already cracked heart into dust, and he couldn’t give two shits.
Why would he though? Why would he want a monster like you? An abomination, that’s what you are. He couldn’t stand the thought of associating himself with you. He couldn’t handle the stares the two of you received in public. At first, you both just assumed it was because you were both men, but now he realizes it’s more than that. It’s because you’re trying to change yourself into someone you’re not. He was ashamed to be seen with you; to love you. He had to leave, he needed to. It was for the sake of his reputation he had said. He couldn’t stand to be with you because of the fact of who you are; of what you are. It’s all because you’re transgender.
As these thoughts ran through my head, my eyes grew increasingly more blurry due to salty tears blocking my vision. I felt both my bottom lip and knees tremble as my breathing grew more ragged, and it suddenly felt as if all air was cut off from my lung. My eyes screwed shut and my lips tightened shut, forcing myself to conceal my sobs. My legs gave out from underneath me, causing me to collapse to the carpeted ground of my bedroom floor and lower my head. I couldn’t look in that damned mirror anymore. A heart-wrenching wail forced itself from my body, and the sobs just came pouring out. My hands found themselves buried in my short (H/C) hair, tugging so hard at the strands that I thought I was going to rip them from my own scalp. Sob after sob, I continued to cry for what seemed like forever. Both my head and heart pounded in agony. My hands trembled and my chest heaved up and down at an increasingly fast pace as I tried to gasp for a single breath between my cries.
Fear shot up my spine as my chest ached for a different reason. I couldn’t breathe. I tugged harder at my hair and clawed at the back of my neck, hoping more pain would force my body to fight for its life and help me regain my breath. It felt like a lump of some wort was lodged in my throat, causing my body to heave forward as if I were gagging. Not to mention my nose was clogged up with snot. My vision grew foggy and my face grew hot. Would this be how I die? A pathetic mess?
I felt two arms quickly wrap around my waist and pull me into their chest. I could feel the rough texture of their jacket, but their shirt under the jacket felt smooth and soft. I could faintly hear their voice, shushing me and telling me something. They sounded calm, not panicked at all. Their touch was gentle as they brought my head to their chest, gently stroking my back with one hand and using the other to pull me close. It was still loose enough to where it didn’t feel as if I was suffocating.
I saw the familiar umbrella tattoo on the person’s wrist and the logo I had seen so many times on the person’s jacket. Only one Umbrella Academy member still wore their jacket, mostly because they were stuck in a teenager’s body and those were the only clothes that fit him. Not to mention he was too stubborn to go out and by clothes for boys his age. Physically his age, that is. I never pushed Five too many times to buy the clothes I’d die to see him wear because I just wanted him comfortable and happy. Plus, who am I to hell him what he can and cannot wear?
I was able to faintly smell the cologne he wore daily, calming me down just a tad. My throat finally ceased and allowed me to gasp for a small bit of air, but it didn’t stop me from hyperventilating. Five gently rocked me back and forth as best as he could, continuing to softly shush me and rub small circles on my back. I could finally make out what he was saying.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he mumbled, humming a soft tune that always seemed to calm me down. “I’m gonna need you to do something for me, dear, can you do that?” I whimpered pathetically and managed to nod in affirmation. He nods and continues. “I want you to breathe with me, okay?” I nod once more, desperate to come down from my panic. He starts his breathing off at a moderately fast pace, almost matching with my own. I was able to match my breathing with his own as I gripped his dark blazer. His breathing gradually slowed down, and as did mine. This wasn’t the first time Five’s had to help me, so I knew what to expect. Once my breathing was stable enough, he spoke again. “Do you need anything?” he softly asked, reaching over and grabbing a soft blanket that laid upon my bed.
“You,” I managed to choke out. My eyes burned from the salty tears, and my head ached from crying. He nods and drapes the blanket around my body and tilts my head up so he can see my face. His eyes are glazed over with empathy and care. He gently strokes my cheek with his thumb and gently presses his lips against my forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere my dear,” he assures me, tightening his embrace just a tad bit. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” I shake my head no at his question. “Do you want to talk about something good that happened today?” I’m silent at his question. Taking a deep breath, fluttering my eyes shut and trying to focus on speaking properly.
“I-I was able to put to...together an outfit that-that made me feel really masculine today,” I start off, pausing as I felt my voice grow shaky as I spoke. I breathed slowly through my nose and continued. “It-It was a pair of khakis that stopped at my knees, and-and the polo Klaus had given me for my birthday.”
“The light green one with the lemons on it?” I nod in affirmation. My heart swoons at the fact he remembers something as little as that.
“Yeah, I-I was also able to finish the load of homework that the school gave us,” I added. He smiles softly and kisses the top of my head.
“See, I told you you could get it done! I’m so proud of you,” he praises softly, keeping his voice low. He continues to ask me questions about my day, focusing on the positive aspects of it.
With a clear and calm mindset, I know none of that would happen with Five. Sure, it’s happened in the past, but Five’s different - very different considering he can teleport and he’s mentally an old man. I know I can always rely on him when it comes to shit like this. He knows I can be a bit much during times like these, and he knows that I’ll end up looking pretty fucking gross. He doesn’t care though. He’s seen a lot of shit in his life, so a red face covered in tears and snot isn’t gonna bother him. He loves me, and he’s told me this an abundance amount of times.
After helping me clean up, we both lay down on my bed with my back against his chest. He wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His chin rest on the top of my head, humming the same soft melody he sang earlier. I felt my eyes droop as a wave of exhaustion came crashing over me. My eyes would fall shut and snap back open as I would realize I was slowly falling asleep, but falling asleep meant I wouldn’t be able to hear his voice anymore.
“Get some sleep, my dear, I’ll be here when you wake,” he mumbled softly. That was the last thing I heard before falling asleep peacefully in his arms with a small smile on my face and a heart full of love.
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The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader
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Chapter Six: Sex Power Couple
(Y/N) goes down the stairs trying not to fall. She has never worn heels before and, even though Grace's shoes had a small heel, she still felt she was going to kill herself with every step.
-Wow- she hears Klaus-. I don't think I've ever seen you with make-up on.
-What do you think?- she models for him.
She's wearing a white dress with some yellow flowers and green leaves. It has a green ribbon at the waist, and she complemented it with a green sweater and white heels.
-You look beautiful.
-You look handsome too.
-The pants are a little tight.
Five opens the door, interrupting their conversations, and the three of them go to the car, (Y/N) as the pilot. The kid had already given them the necessary information.
-Okay, so to be clear on the finer details, we just gotta go into this place and pretend to be your dear old parents, correct?
-Yeah, something like that... Just let (Y/N) do the work.
-What's our cover story?
-What?
-What are you talking about?- Five frowns.
-I mean, were we really young when we had you? Like, 16? Like, young and terribly misguided?- he does a dramatic expression.
-Sure- the kid doesn't pay him much attention.
-And you and I've been together since High School- he touches (Y/N) upper leg, making her blush-. We met at... Um... The homecoming! Remember that, kiddo.
Five is not even listening at this point.
-Oh!- Klaus snaps his fingers-. Oh, my god and the sex was amaaaaaazing. You and I would totally be a sex power couple!
(Y/N) accidentally steps on the brake and the car come to a sudden stop, almost hitting the one in front of them. Klaus bumps his head on the dash.
-Oh, Klaus, I'm so sorry!- she turns to check on Five-. Are you okay, dearie?
-I'm fine- he is mad-. And don't call me dearie.
-Klaus, does it hurt?
-No, I'm great. Just be more careful.
-Yeah, sure, sorry... It's the heels- she's a flustered mess, Klaus words in her head.
-Like I was saying...
-Klaus, shut up! What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.
-Don't make me put you in time-out!
They arrive at their destination a couple of minutes after and Five's the first to go in. (Y/N) requires some help from Klaus to get out of the car and walk, and as they are about to enter the building, he stops on his tracks.
-Oh, I was forgetting!- he looks for something in his pockets-. Just one final touch to our disguise.
He takes her left hand and puts a gold band in her ring finger. It was astonishing: it was engraved with flowers and had small white diamonds every three petals; it had an old-fashioned kind of beauty. Surprisingly, it's just her size, but the one Klaus is wearing looks a little tight.
-Where did you get these from?- she watches the band in amazement.
-In Dad's room- she looks at him panicked-. I was looking for something to wear and I found them. Thought it would be a nice touch.
-Klaus! Are you nuts?- she takes off the ring.
-Oh, come on! The old man's wife died decades ago and he is dead too. They won't need them anymore- he takes the band from her hand and puts it back in place-. Plus, it looks good on you.
-Are you sure?
-C'mon, we don't have time!- Five yells at them.
-Coming!
Klaus grins at (Y/N) as he intertwines their hands, walking inside with a wide smile. The receptionist smiles at them, but when she sees Five, it fades.
-How can I help you?
-We'll like to talk with Doctor Biggs, please- Five speaks in a petulant tone.
-I recall you already speaking to him in the morning, young man.
-We just want to offer him an apology for our son's attitude. (Y/N) Hargrevees, a pleasure- she offers her hand, the woman taking it-. And this is my husband, Klaus.
-Hi.
Taking advantage that she touched her, she starts using her power to make her feel reliant.
-Oh, of course!- the receptionist picks her phone up-. I'll call him.
-Thanks.
It takes five minutes for the doctor to show up, with a welcoming, slightly fearful, smile.
-Welcome to Meritech Prosthetics, I'm Doctor Lance Briggs, how can I serve you?
-(Y/N) Hargreeves and my husband, Klaus- she offers him her hand, but it's let down when she notices he's wearing gloves.
-A pleasure... Oh, the gloves- he takes them off but doesn't shake her hand again-. Come into my office, please.
The four of them get into a white room and take seats.
-First of all, we'll like to offer an apology for our son's attitude this morning.
-Oh, it's okay. He's just a young man.
Five rolls his eyes.
-Sweetie- (Y/N) grabs him softly by the arm-. Say sorry to the doctor.
-I'm sorry- he mutters.
-Apology accepted.
Klaus is impressed at the way his friend is handling the situation. If it wasn't because he knew her, he would totally think she's someone's mom.
-And now that we have settled that- she adopts a more beguiling position-. My husband and I were wondering if there was any way you could provide us with the name of the owner of the eye.
-Like I said to your son earlier- he sounded uncomfortable-, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you.
-Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name- Five's clenching his chin.
-Well, that's not my problem.
Five almost hits the desk, making Briggs flinch.
-Dearie, let me talk- (Y/N) gets Five away from the man.
-Son, come here- Klaus takes Five to his side.
-You see, doctor Briggs, my son is quite the curious kid. And he's just trying to give the rightful owner their prosthetic back- she finally gets to touch Lance by putting her hand over his, seductively-. I'm sure we can reach an agreement in which all of us are benefited.
Klaus feels nauseous at the sight of (Y/N) flirting with this man. He hates she's touching him and giving him that provocative smile. Not knowing why, he feels the need to separated them.
The doctor looks at (Y/N) spellbound and nods. She's about to order him to tell her the name when Klaus distracts her.
-And what about our consent?- Briggs is caught off guard.
-Excuse me?
-Honey- (Y/N) is confused-. What are you doing?
-Who gave you permission...- Klaus starts fake crying-, to lay your hands on my son?
-Dad- Five tries to stop him.
-What?- Lance is lost.
-You heard me- Klaus ignores all of them.
-I didn't touch your son.
-Oh, really?- Klaus notices (Y/N) hand is still on his. He gets frantic-. Well, then how did he get that swollen lip, then?
-He doesn't have a swollen...
Without a second thought, Klaus slaps his brother across the face. (Y/N) and the doctor gasp, and she lets go of his hand, kneeling beside Five and taking his face between her hands. Klaus smiles satisfied.
-Oh my god! Are you okay, dearie?- the kid just grunts.
-I want it. Name, please. Now- Klaus says in a singing voice as he rests his hands on the desk.
-You're crazy- Lance looks at him startled.
Klaus chuckles.
-You got no idea!
-Excuse my husband, he had too many drinks at lunch.
(Y/N) tries to fix the situation. She walks to the doctor, putting her hand in his shoulder and smiling coquettishly again.
-Oh, "Peace on Earth"- Klaus takes a snowball from the desk. He just wants (Y/N) to stop touching him-. That's so sweet.
And before the terrified gaze of his "wife" and the doctor, he smashes the crystal ball against his forehead. (Y/N) screams as Klaus grunts in pain, and Five stares perplexed.
-God, that hurt!
-Klaus, you're bleeding!
She gets close to him to check on the wound, slipping with the water and crystals on the floor. The girl falls backward, hitting her head hard, some crystals cutting her skin.
-Oh, love- Klaus is quick at picking her up.
-I'm calling securi...- Four takes the phone away from Lance-. What are you doing?
Klaus grins at Briggs
-There's been an assault in Mr. Big's office and we need security, now!- he sounds distressed-. He attacked my son and me, and injured my wife. Shnell! (Hurry!)
-Why are you speaking German, bescheuer? (stupid)- (Y/N) is holding her head.
Klaus throws the phone to the ground and sights. Five looks at his brother proudly.
-Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant.
-It's... Lance.
-In about sixty seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder, "What the hell happened?" And we're gonna tell them that you...- he changed to a dramatic voice-, beat the shit out of us, including my wife.
He sobs dramatically.
-You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. A little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a...- he moves his hips suggestively-. You're just... You're gonna do great! That's all I'm saying.
-Jesus, you are a real sick bastard- Briggs looks at (Y/N), who is standing next to Five.
-Thank you- Klaus spits.
Shacking, the doctor gets up to go look for the information. He returns seconds later with a folder and a disconcerted look.
-Oh, that's strange.
-What?- Five's on edge.
-Uh, the eye. It hasn't been purchased by a client yet.
-What do you mean?- Klaus gets near the folder and Lance shudders.
-Well, uh, our logs say that the eye with that serial number... This can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet. Where did you get that eye?
Five just sights and goes straight to the elevator, Klaus following him. (Y/N) starts walking towards them when Lance stops her by the hand:
-Hey, ma'am, listen... If you need help, tell me and I'll call the cops- he looks at Klaus with concerned-. Fellows like your husband normally end up causing tragedies.
-Oh, thanks- she gets away from him-. But I'm fine, really. Sorry for the inconvenience.
She catches up with her "family" at the elevator just before the doors close.
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