#pleaasee he looks so hot on that gif wow

[anythingbutmar]

Runway show

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Summary: Diego knows exactly how to comfort you after your insecurities stop you from buying new clothes.

A/N: I felt so nice about myself writing this so I hope you feel the same when you read it! Love yourselves the way you love this fictional man!

Warnings: body image issues, self deprecation, me not knowing a thing about fashion.

“I expect a whole ass runway show!” Diego announced as he heard the front door open. “You took too long babe, I missed you.” He came from the kitchen wearing a cheesy apron and it almost cheered you up.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you but I didn’t like anything.” You sighed after giving him a peck on the lips.

“Y/N... Tell me the truth, I can see there’s something else.”

“Fine, I didn’t like anything on me.” You sat on the couch embracing your legs. “Every jean just made my legs look skinnier like a chicken, every top made me look fat and every dress made me feel like a surfing board.”

Diego left the apron on the table and sat beside you, putting his arms around your shoulders.

“Who am I kidding? It’s not that the clothes made me that way, it’s just me. I don’t even understand my body, it’s like sometimes it’s too curvy and sometimes it’s too small, how can you even like that?” Your head started filling with more and more nasty thoughts about yourself and you knew you had to push them away, Diego loved you with all your imperfections, but what if he didn’t?

“Baby I love everything about you because you’re absolutely gorgeous! Everyone has different bodies and we all look different with the same piece of clothing. Your body is unique and it’s my favorite one in the entire world.” He proceeded to kiss your entire face until it made you laugh. “Not that you need me for validation, but next time let’s go shopping together so I can praise you the way you deserve.”

“That sounds nice.” You whispered against his neck, already feeling safer with him.

“How about this? You’re gonna go to our closet and pick your favorite outfits and then we will actually go all Tyra Banks, you’ll model and I’ll compliment you.”

“Only if you wear that apron again.”

“Deal.”

You hated messing up your closet but your boyfriend was right, maybe you needed that, so you threw all your favorite things on the bed and combined them into things you liked. You took a jean skirt and a striped cropped hoodie with some black thigh high boots. And strived to the living room with the confidence of a real model, knowing only Diego could make you feel like that.

“Damn baby! Come here, pose a little.” You stood in front of him with your hands on your hips, sending him a kiss. “Alright, alright, I see you’re trying to flirt with the judges and it’s definitely working because I just fell in love wow.”

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed.

“I’m loving how sexy your legs look with those boots, like Ariana Grande, and I think stripes are in right now so good choice!” You couldn’t stop laughing at his attempt on professional flattering.

“Alright silly, I’m gonna go change.” You threw your clothes everywhere in the room, now choosing some black high waisted jeans and a red, lacy see-through shirt with a black bra underneath and red sneakers. This time you even painted your lips red, you truly loved how it looked on you and you knew Diego did too.

Once again, you pictured your hallway as a real runway from a Victoria’s Secret fashion show and you walked swaying your hips, winking once you were in front of your boyfriend.

“Yes, give me that smize! Wow, I’m loving this attitude!”

“You seem to know a lot about America’s Next Top Model, don’t you?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What can I say? I enjoy the drama sometimes.” He smiled playfully. “So I see red’s definitely your color, if I wasn’t a professional judge I’d just kiss those lips a million times! I’m also loving that shirt, it’s...” He stared at your boobs as if he wanted to remove the shirt instead of compliment it. “Elegant! Yes, it’s very elegant.”

You just kept laughing until you went breathless and you couldn’t resist it anymore, you sat on his lap and kissed him deeply, holding him as close as you could. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Me? I should thank you for letting me look at this masterpiece.” He said, giving your thigh a light squeeze. “Now come on baby give me one more.”

You stood up and walked to your room in the most seductive way you could, knowing he would be staring all the way.

“Now you’re gonna have to strip for me like Christina Aguilera after this!” He shouted, making you chuckle.

“You also know Burlesque?” You asked as you started changing.

“Oh so what Y/N? Men can’t like nice things now?” He teased.

“Of course they can, I just always took you for a die hard and football kind of guy.”

“Well looks can be deceiving, now get your ass out here so I can finish cooking.”

You looked in the mirror one last time, finally feeling great about yourself. You wore a royal blue dress that exposed your shoulders and accentuated your hips and a pair of heeled boots that made you look taller, which you enjoyed.

For the last time you stood before the door and modeled like your life depended on it, even twirling in the end.

“Wow, I’m... speechless.” He simply stated.

“Babe!” You pouted.

“It’s the truth! You look like a goddess Y/N!” He stood from the couch and took your hand to kiss it before twirling you around again. “So, do you want to take this cute little dress to the bedroom?”

“Absolutely I do.” You smiled before he carried you there like a princess, closing the door behind him.