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like father ~ diego hargreeves;umbrella academy

word count: 2817

request?: yes!

“Hii! Could you please write a Diego Hargreeves x pregnant!reader fic :) If you feel uncomfortable you don't need to”

description: after she tells him she’s pregnant, he starts to worry about ending up like his father

pairing: diego hargreeves x female!reader

warnings: swearing, unplanned pregnancy, absolutely tooth rotting fluff

masterlist (one, two, three)

You never thought two simple, little lines would ever change your life so drastically. And yet, here you were, stood in your bathroom, looking down at the two digital lines that had effectively changed everything for you within five minutes.

You weren’t sure how long you had been stood there. You had been sat on the floor for the five minutes it took the test results to appear, but once the alarm you set on your phone had gone off, you stood. And now you continued to stand, still staring at the test. Had it been minutes? Hours? Days? Who knew. All you knew was that there was a life growing inside of you, and you had no idea how Diego was about to take the news.

Maybe it was something that should’ve been discussed in the early days of your relationship, but the idea of kids had never been brought up between the two of you. You knew that you wanted them, but not so badly that it would be a dealbreaker if Diego didn’t. He hadn’t brought up the idea before, and you didn’t think to bring it up, either. So, the topic just went undiscussed for a very long time.

Until now, when it was definitely too late to make the decision considering you already had a bun in the oven.

You wanted to desperately to be happy. Deep down, you felt kind of excited. The only thing dampening your mood was the dozens of outcomes running through your head of having to tell Diego that you were pregnant. You wanted to try and hope for the best, but your mind kept thinking of all the possible bad endings this could have.

When you heard the front door open and shut, you flinched. It was now or never, although you really wished it could be never.

Diego was walking up to you with wide smile as you exited the bathroom. He picked you up in his arms, causing you to exclaim as he lifted you off the ground. You couldn’t help but smile, hoping that this reaction would stay once you gave him the news.

“Hey baby,” he said. “How was your day?”

“It was...alright,” you responded. “Listen, I have to tell you something.”

He placed you down on the floor, still smiling a little but also a concerned look behind his eyes. “Uh-oh. That’s doesn’t sound good.”

“Depends on how you take the news.”

You passed him the pregnancy test. He took it and looked down at it. For a moment, there was no reaction. The suspense was killing you. And then, realization crossed his face.

“Wait,” he said. “Is this...?”

You nodded.

“How long...?” He trailed off.

“How long have I known? Or how far along am I?” you asked. When he didn’t respond, you decided to answer both questions, “I only just found out, but I’ve had a suspicion for a while. My period was late and it’s never been late before, and I’ve been experiencing some other signs of pregnancy. I don’t know how far along I am. I would have to make a doctor’s appointment to find out.”

He was still silent. He kept looking down at the pregnancy test in his hands. You wished he would give you some sort of reaction. Literally anything. Even if it was anger, you would’ve taken it over the silence. It was eating away at you, making you feel even more uneasy by the second.

Finally, he passed you back the pregnancy test and turned away. He started to walk away from you, and you quickly kept up the pace with him to follow. “Where are you going?”

“I just...I need to go out for a minute.”

“You just got home.”

“I need to go out again.”

“Diego, please.” You reached out to grab hold of him. He stopped walking for a moment, but didn’t look back at you. “Can you at least...tell me how you feel? Tell me what this means for us if I...if I want to keep it?”

But he still didn’t respond. He pulled away and started for the front door again. He didn’t even slam the door to give you any sort of clue as to whether or not he was upset. He just walked off, got into his car, and then drove away.

You watched him go before sitting back on the floor. You pulled your knees up to your chest and began to cry.

~~~~~~

You managed to pull yourself together long enough to make a doctor’s appointment for a few day’s time. You texted Diego to let him know and to tell him that if he wanted to go with you that you would greatly prefer that. When he didn’t respond you weren’t shocked, but it truly broke your heart even more.

You didn’t think this would be a dealbreaker for Diego. You didn’t think he’d get so upset that he would just up and leave. The two of you had been together for many years. You had a bond that seemed to unbreakable, to a point where even his siblings noticed how much happier he had been since meeting you. You remembered the first time you ever met the Hargreeves family, where Luther pulled you aside before you left and thanked you for “making Diego, Diego again”.

And now he was gone. No calls, no texts, no indications on whether or not this relationship was going to continue. All because you told him that you were pregnant.

Your upset was starting to melt into anger.

If he wanted to react this way, then fine, he could react this way. But he wouldn’t have you anymore if that was the case. You’d raise this baby all on your own if you had to. You didn’t need Diego.

You were in the process of calling your mom to ask her to come with you to the appointment when you heard the front door open and close. You hung up before your mom answered and slowly rose from your spot on the bed. You knew who it likely was and you weren’t sure if that made you more or less tense.

Diego appeared in the doorway just as you were about to step out. You were inches away from one another. He was looking at you in a way you once again weren’t able to read. Your anger was still fresh, so you stepped back and crossed your arms.

“Welcome home,” you said, coolly. “I wasn’t sure if you’d even come back.”

He winced at your words. “Of course I was going to come back.”

“I don’t know, you left pretty quickly after I gave you the news. When that happens, it usually means that person isn’t coming back.”

The hurt look on his face didn’t go unnoticed. You felt a little bit of pride knowing he was feeling remorse for what he did.

“I just...needed to think,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to go on. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Look, come sit. I can explain everything.”

He reached out for you, but you took a step away. You turned your back to him and walked back to the bed. You both sat on the edge, leaving a bigger space between the two of you than you wanted. You couldn’t be close to him without caving, you knew that. Now that he was back, your hormones were running wild (could you even blame the pregnancy hormones yet?”, but you had to stay strong. You couldn’t cave just yet.

He was silent for a moment. You were about to open your mouth to tell him to get on with it, but he cut you off by saying, “I was scared.”

“Scared?” you questioned. “Of what? Of...of the pregnancy?”

“Of being like my dad.”

You felt your angry tension leaving your body. You moved a few inches closer to Diego, your brows furrowing together. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve told you about my dad. How he was never actually...well, a dad. He treated me and my siblings like shit. We were weapons to him. We weren’t kids to him. He fucked us all up big time.”

“I know all of this, but what does it have to do with you walking out on me after I told you I was pregnant?”

“I only had two parental figured growing up: my robot mom and my asshole father. When you told me you were pregnant, I was happy. But that happiness was overshadowed by this fear that, since Hargreeves is the only parenting style I know, that I’ll...I’ll be just as bad as him.”

You closed the gap between the two of you completely. You took his hand in yours. Now he was the one having issues making eye contact with you. You could see the moisture forming in his eyes, something he only ever let you see, and even then it was rare.

“You’re not going to be like your dad,�� you assured him. “For one, I’m not popping out seven kids at one time for you to try and train as a superhero team.”

A small smile appeared on his face, which you took as a win.

“But, to me, the fact that you’re so worried about ending up like your dad means that you won’t. You’re aware of your dad’s behavior and how its effected you and your siblings, and you know you don’t want to continue that cycle with our baby.”

His eyes darted towards your stomach for a split second. You took the hand you were holding and flattened his palm against your stomach. There was no sign of a bump yet, you knew you were too early in the pregnancy for that, but you couldn’t help but already picture the baby that was growing in there.

“But what if I fuck their life up?” Diego asked, his voice soft.

“You won’t,” you assured him. “I know you won’t. You’re going to be a great father, and this baby is going to be lucky to have you as their father.”

A tear ran down his cheek. He was quick to wipe it away, but his eyes were watering quicker than he could wipe them. Diego pulled you into a tight hug. You rested your head against his chest and took in his familiar smell and warmth. You were glad to have gotten past the issue, even if you wished he had said something before he left you in your uncertainty for so long.

You exclaimed in shock as Diego pulled you both down to lay flat on the bed. He let go of the hug to sit over you. His hands pulled up your shirt just enough to expose your belly. You giggled as he pressed a kiss against your soft skin, the stubble of his beard tickling your sensitive skin.

“I don’t care what you are, or if you come out with powers or not,” he said to your stomach. “I already love you so much, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you and your mom are safe and happy for the rest of my life.”

You felt tears starting to well up in your eyes as you ran a hand through Diego’s hair. He looked up at you and you felt like he had taken the breath from your lungs with just one look. You smiled at him and he smiled back before he raised himself up to become level with you again. When he kissed you, it was gentle and full of love and passion.

“I want to come to that appointment,” he told you between the kisses he pressed against your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “The one you texted me about. I want to know that our baby is healthy in there.”

“I want nothing more than for you to come with me,” you responded, a soft whimper escaping your lips as his lips found your sweet spot. “And I’m glad you want to come with me.”

In response, he pulled your shirt the rest of the way off and you both helped each other to take the rest of your clothes off and discard them onto the floor, both them and the earlier issue long forgotten.

~~~~~~

You could tell Diego was nervous the day of the appointment. He had tossed and turned so much the night before that he had woken you a few times (not that you were going to tell him that as you knew he’d feel bad if you did), he refused breakfast because he said he wasn’t hungry enough to eat, and he seemed very unfocused as you both got ready and drove to the doctor’s office. You offered to drive since you weren’t sure if you could trust him behind the wheel in this state.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous as well. You were afraid of what the outcomes to this appointment might be; of the doctor telling you that you had a false positive pregnancy test and weren’t actually pregnant; that there was something wrong with the baby; hell, even just the idea of the doctor confirming the pregnancy made you nervous. As excited as you were to be having this baby with Diego, you were also nervous for what pregnancy really entailed. You and Diego had agreed to wait before telling his family, but you were dying to talk to Allison about it since she was the only woman in your life - besides your own mother, of course - to have gone through a pregnancy.

You arrived at the doctor’s office and were brought in almost immediately. The doctor did some standard tests just to check your health and confirmed to you and Diego that you were as healthy as a horse.

“You’ll be just fine to go through this pregnancy,” he told the both of you. “But, of course, we’ll want to do annual check ups just to be sure you and the baby are doing alright.”

You nodded, although you weren’t completely absorbing his words. You were waiting for him to get to the part of the appointment that you and Diego had actually been waiting for: the ultrasound. The test that would truly confirm for the two of you whether or not you were pregnant.

The doctor helped you up onto the bed in his office and had you pull up your shirt just enough that he could see your belly. You suppressed a yelp as he put a cold, jelly like substance on your stomach and started up the ultrasound machine. The machine’s humming noise filled the room as the doctor placed the wand against your stomach and started moving it around. At first, you couldn’t see anything and you felt your heart drop. You were convinced that your worst nightmare was being confirmed - there was no baby in there.

But then the doctor said, “Ah, there you are.”

He pointed to his screen where a grey blob, no bigger than the shape of a peanut, was on display.

“It may not look like it just yet,” the doctor said, “but there’s your baby right there.”

“Whoa,” you breathed, unable to believe it.

“Holy shit,” Diego said. “That little bean turns into a baby?”

The doctor chuckled. “I know, it’s hard to believe. The fetus usually doesn’t actually develop to look like a baby until the later stages of the second trimester into the third trimester. Most people can’t even see the little blob of the fetus in their first ultrasounds like this and start to believe there’s no fetus in there.”

You tried not to let it show on your face that you were one of those people.

Diego took your hand in his. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were fixated intently on the screen. You could see they were starting to gloss over with tears again, but you knew Diego wasn’t about to try in front of a stranger like this.

You squeezed his hand and he finally looked down at you. You couldn’t help but smile at him, and he smiled back.

“That’s our baby,” he said, looking back to the screen. “I can’t believe it, but...that’s our little bean.”

“It is,” you said, feeling yourself becoming overwhelmed with emotions again. “What do you think?”

“I think I’m going to protect that little bean till the ends of the Earth.”

You let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Diego brushed his lips against your knuckles before leaning down to kiss your lips.

In that moment, you swore nothing could make you happier. But you knew that, within the next nine months, you’d be having another happy moment that would definitely trump this one.

[drysdaleknieslee]

Why is there no fan fiction on David? Like, the mans is hot and talented why aren’t there any stories on him????

[bowieandqueen11]

Movie Night / Umbrella Academy x Reader Imagine

Request: Hi Cee! I saw that you want a TUA request, and I managed to think of one. How about a movie night with Klaus (and maybe Ben)? That just sounds like a lot of fun to me. You can make it into either an imagine or headcanons, whatever works better for you.

Ahhh thank you so much my lovely @holymultiplefandomsbatman​ this sounds so cosy!!

Warning: very slight swearing, mentions of cigarettes and mentions of arson (Klaus being Klaus).

If you enjoy, PLEASE let me know and comment!!

(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @nomatterifyoureblackorwhite.)

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You weren’t surprised to see smoke billowing out of the microwave?

Disappointed? Perhaps. Shocked? Not at all. You were even less amazed to see Klaus’ legs dangling out from over the counter, haphazardly balancing on the table as he used a dish cloth to try and whip away the smoke from the air. Sadly, he was not very successful, as the blaring screech and blips of the fire alarm sounding throughout the kitchen of the Academy quickly made apparent to you. The sound of Five’s groaning growl reverberating out of his room and down through the ceiling only made it all the more clearer.

‘Christ on a cracker... Ben, I thought I asked you to HELP.’

Ben is sitting on a kitchen stool next to a flailing Klaus. He’s nonchalantly sipping a glass of lemonade, and trying his hardest not to snicker as Klaus falls off the counter and teddy bear rolls onto the floor in an attempt to correct himself. 

‘Why are you blaming me? It’s not my fault you have the brain of a peanut.’

Klaus looks incredibly disgruntled as his head pops up from behind the dining room table. His cheeks are covered in some kind of ashy soot, which he happily swells into a crystal cloud as he sneezes into Ben’s disgusted face. As Klaus hurls himself off the ground and tries to stop the shoulder of his shirt from smouldering by wildly hitting it with his ‘hello’ hand, Ben takes the opportunity to stop him from launching a barrage attack of talking.

‘I said I’d come to supervise, not to help. Maybe you should clear your ears out.’

‘Supervising is Y/n’s job, they’re the only one with a braincell in this house. Such a shame you were born without even one, Benny Boy.’ Klaus throws him a mock frown, shuffling forward on his knees to lean his arms on Ben’s lap and slap his kneecap.

‘That was a terrible comeback’, Ben snorts as he reaches past Klaus’ ears and tries to take the strangely popping, twisting and still expanding bag of popcorn out of the melting microwave to open it. When he’s greeted only by another outpouring of smoke and a hacking cough in response, he decides to drop it in the sink and douse it in water. They’d been lucky enough that Luther hadn’t already come stomping down the stairs to tell them to quit their racket, or that Diego hadn’t come in and yelled at them for setting the alarm off while he was trying to nap. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Klaus yells out and opens his arms wide, flailing.

‘Y/n! Where the hell have you been! How could you leave me alone with Ben?!’ He comes sprinting towards you, giving you only a few seconds to widen your eyes in shock, stumble backwards, and try to brace your arms to protect yourself before Klaus has leapt and is now straddling your waist in a bone crushing hug. He doesn’t care that the selection of movies you had snuck up and stolen from Allison’s rooms have all scattered to the floor, he’s too busy nestling his head into your neck and crushing all the air out of your lungs.

‘Klaus... for the love of- I’ve only been gone for fifteen minutes and you’ve already managed to burn down the house.’

He only dramatically kisses the top of your head before dropping his feet back down onto the floor. ‘Who cares, right? I mean, we all hate this house anyway, and dad’s dead’, he grins, holding his hand out beside him as if in a half shrug. ‘So I guess the house is ours to do with as we please!’ He does a ostentatious spin around you, the ruffles of his leather skirt flowing over your abdomen like the old tune of a long ago dream. He eventually stops to place a forearm on your shoulder, leaning in close so he can whisper into your ear with a high-pitched giggle. ‘I vote arson.’

‘And I vote that you both help me carry these snacks and soda bottles before I collapse’, Ben calls from where he’s half hidden behind the snack cabinet. You can barely make out his hoodie moving, shuffling what you can only guess is approximately five massive bottles into the brackets of his elbows.

‘You don’t get a vote - we’ve already established you don’t have a braincell.’ Klaus squats down on the floor beside you and helps you gather up the discs one again, bundling them into your arms as Ben yells out in mock insult. 

‘Oh, quit your yapping and come on! If we don’t get into the living room now then Luther’s going to come down and start doing his evening yoga again’, he shivers, ‘and I do not want to be there for that again. Last time he roped me in, and the nightmares I’ve had about doing the downward double dog pose-’

You snort and hit him in the side, the brightest smile on Klaus’ face as he turns to you and laughs, his mirth filled with all the joy and love in the world. Ben comes staggering round to your other side, and you do your best to loop your arms round both of theirs, as they do in return, before you all set off through the door. I mean, you try - but mostly you all go sauntering towards it and then realise when Klaus bumps against the doorframe that three people going through at once is not going to work. Instead of doing the normal thing of letting the two of you go first, he decides to just jump onto your back and you have to give him a piggy back ride through the house before dumping him down onto the sofa. 

Ben flops down on the cushion next to him, waiting for you to set up the small television set Grace had kindly got out from the locked cupboard and wheeled in for the three of you, before the two of them scoot sideways and leave you space to sit down between them. You’re sitting knee to knee for a while, dragging the lone blanket you found in your room down from the back of the settee to instead cover your laps. As the intro credits begin to roll, and the dim light of the slightly dinged and ancient T.V. blares into your eyes, Ben grabs a few cups and starts handing out drinks.

Klaus takes his with a flick of his hair, downing it all in one go as Ben looks on with a mix of resignation and absolute horror. When he’s finished, he tosses the mug onto the carpet and leans back against the armrest. To your own despair, as he does this he simultaneously swings his legs up so they’re lying over your own lap.

‘You know, I once had a boyfriend who looked exactly like Hugh Grant.’

‘As if’, Ben retorts as he opens a packet of gummy sweets and offers to the two of you. Klaus just grabs them from his fingers and dumps them into the ornate bowl Reginald Hargreeves had left on the living room table - the same precise one he had forbade any of the children from ever touching lest it loses its unspeakable value. Between the sugary cracks of the sweets, you could still make out the remnants of crater burns of cigarette butts.

Ben snuggles down against your shoulder, and you happily open up your arm to allow him to rest the back of his head against your cheek. The warmth of his body, and the way he lifts his hand to rub tenderly against the hand you’ve rested against his neck already fills you with a tenderness as warm as a sunned cat. Feeling left out, Klaus earns an irritated whine from the two of you as he suddenly tries to twist himself around. He looks like a bug trapped in a spider’s web, punching out and trapping himself in the blanket before he finally settles. He kicks his legs into the darkness over the edge of the sofa, choosing instead to shove the blanket onto Ben and rest his head on your lap, the curls tangling up your abdomen. 

‘I did too’, he manages to mumble out as he shoves his face full of a handful of chips. ‘He was a terrible kisser, but he did make the most wonderful pineapple upside down cake.’

‘Okay, now I know you’re lying’, you state, reaching down to scrape your fingers over Klaus’ scalp. He twitches happily in your lap as you say, ‘I’ve never seen you eat fruit in your whole damn life.’

‘I’ll eat it if it’s in cake.’ 

‘Oh my god’, Ben despairs, sliding down further into your side whilst shaking his head, covering his eyes with with his hand.

‘What!? Mr. ‘I’ll only eat waffles for dinner’-’

‘Hey, waffles count as breakfast and dinner food. I’m in the right here. I’m valid.’

Klaus tries to throw a gummy work at Ben’s face, succeeding only at tossing it through the door way. He hits his target on the next go, though, and leaves Ben wiping his nose with the edge of his sleeve as he reaches out to grab more. Ben’s faster though, dipping his hand into the own packet of chewy sweets he dumped beside them and whirling them at Klaus’ head until Klaus has melodramatically fallen down onto the floor.

The night ends in its usual way, with Diego sauntering down the main stairwell and peeking through the hallway door to see what the heck all the noise is, holding a knife at the ready in case the Academy was being ransacked or burgled. He’s greeted by the sight of you standing on the living room table, arms pull to the brim of popcorn kernels. Ben has taken refuge under the table, his raven hair absolutely drenched with soda, as well as half the askew paintings and bookshelves behind him. Klaus has knocked the sofa onto its side, and has managed to falter in throwing his handful of gumballs over the top as he spots his other brother.

At first, Diego only sighs and puts his knife back away into his belt, preparing himself to turn and leave. When he feels a sweet hit the back of his head with a thunk... well, let’s just say that Five comes storming down to see what on earth is going on about ten minutes later, only to find you all in roughly the same positions... as well as Diego swinging from the chandelier with chip crumbs on his shirt.

[unpoqu1todetodo]

Are We Breaking Up - Diego Hargreeves

Headcanon: You and Diego are fighting and he thinks it will lead to a breakup 

You guys have never argued like this

He was having a really bad day. Before the argument started he was ranting about Luther. It was always something about Luther and his monkey brains.

“He just thinks he’s better than everyone else. Just because he’s number one” he mocked “sometimes I wish he was dead”

“Diego don’t say that, you don’t mean it. let’s just have a nice dinner so you can calm down.” you tried to lull your boyfriend but your attempt made him even more mad.

He lost it. at the moment he couldn’t understand why you were defending Luther. isn’t like one main rules of relationships if you hate someone your significant other has to hate them as well

“WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM. EACH TIME I GET INTO A FIGHT WITH HIM YOU ALWAYS DEFEND HIM! YOU MIGHT AS WELL DATE HIM SINCE YOUR ALWAYS ON HIS DICK.”

He knows you hate yelling. It triggers all of your past trauma. but he was so clouded with anger he forgot.

you tried your hardest to keep your composure but you just couldn’t. “Diego you promise. You would never yell at me no matter how angry you are. And here you are yelling at me and then assuming I want to be with Luther. When all i’ve done these past couple of months was show you nothing but love and support.” It was hard to speak while choking down your sobs. “I won’t allow anyone to yell at me that way.”

You started to grab your things and made your way to the door. Before leaving you looked back. Diego sat on his bed with his head down. you heard him quietly crying. it broke your heart but you just couldn’t stay.

The next couple of days were hard. You felt lifeless. constantly worried about diego. You were pulled out of your thoughts when klaus called you.

“Hi Klaus i’m not really in the mood right now. Can we talk later?” You just hoped he would just let you be, but of course he didn’t. “Please don’t tell you’re still moping over knife boy honey. Let me come over tonight let’s relax i’ll even steal money from Allison to buy sushi and sake.” you couldn’t help but smile. Klaus has always been there for you and he was the best person to be around when sad. “You know what Klaus, you’re right I can’t keep moping around. can you come by 9?” all you heard was Klaus cheerfully clap. “Yes honey! I’ll be there!”

At exactly 9 you hear a knock at your door. “Could klaus actually be on time for once.” You chuckled to yourself.

When you opened the door, it was him. But it didn’t look like him. He was wearing black basketball shorts and black tank top that need to be ironed desperately. He looked like he hasn’t even showered since the day to left. He looked sick. He looked like he hasn’t eaten or drank anything in days. But there he was at the door with a forced smile plastered on his face, holding a platter of sushi and a bottle of sake.

“Diego what are you doing here. You’re supposed to be klaus.” You opened the door wider to give him space to come in.

“I um- I overheard your conversation with klaus - I um- I begged him so I can come instead” He walked into your apartment and placed the the food on your kitchen island. Then proceeded to also jumped on the island and took a seat there.

“Well i guess that’s okay. Diego you look sick. Are you okay?” you moved your hand to check his forehead temperature and he flinched. The number two, mister knife boy himself flinched.

All you can do was look at him. And all he could do was look back. What felt like years of you guys looking at eachother was probably just mere seconds.

“Are-are-are y-you going to-to b-b-break up-p with m-m-me.” It broke your heart to him stutter. Over the years he has gotten really good with his pronunciation and only stutter when in under great stress. He was deeply embarrassed that he stuttered so much. Once he finished the sentence he put his head down.

He looked like a puppy with their tail between their legs. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. These past couple of days were hell. You missed his horrible cooking, his obnoxiously loud singing in the shower. You even missed the spanish subtitles that were always on the screen when you guys watched tv together because he refuses to have them in english.

You moved your way over to him. You place your thumb and your index finger on his chin and you lifted up his face so that you guys were now looking eachother dead in the eyes. He had tears in his eyes and you were genuinely surprised that you kept your composure for so long.

”Mi amor” once you said those two words it relaxed him immediately and made his face light up. “Were not breaking up, it hurt me immensely that you broke your promise and yelled at me in such a way. But that doesn’t mean  I love you any less” You stood on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Before your lips reached his face, he placed both hand on your face to stop you. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you (y/n).” He has calmed down tremendously by now. His stutter is long gone which brought a huge smile to your face.

“I will never yell at you again princess. And if I break my promise you can grab any of my knives and stab be till I bleed out.” He knows you’ll never do such a thing but it was a nice joke to break the tension.

With his hands still on your face he pulled you in for a well deserved kiss.

With a new found energy and excitement coursing through diego’s veins he jumps off the counter.

“Okay princess let’s drink this whole bottle of sake and then have amazing makeup sex”

You had no idea how you got so lucky to be with knife boy but you thank the stars that you’re with him.

“I love you too, D”

[loganskittycatears]

I made a discovery and I’m 100% here for it

[naturalswifty89]

Pretend to be Asleep Diego Hargreeves X reader

word count:641

warnings: fluffy fluff, and maybe like one curse word if it even counts as one. 

Summary: Reader pretends to be asleep when Diego comes home

feedback is encouraged! thanks! 

gif not mine! credit to the owner! 

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“Dee? Honey where are you?” you called. Your voice carried through the small space he called home. Not getting an answer you plopped down on his bed and curled into the sheets. Comforted because they smelled like Diego, mint, cedar and a hint of the rosewater body wash he steals from you. You smiled and sighed. You heard the door begin to open, but just ignored it knowing that it was your boyfriend.  You knew it was him because he always clamored down the stairs. He was usually silent and sly in a way when he approached people. He knew with you that he didn’t have to be as guarded,he didn't have to keep up this wall he usually put up, not wanting anyone to see him. He could just be himself. It may have taken him quite a while to be able to let his guard down around you, but he finally did and you got to see the sweeter, more vulnerable side of him. You got to see the side of him that loved to dance around to all the classics from Sinatra to Michael Jackson even. You always teased him when the song Smooth Criminal came on. It always reminded you of him; he always danced when it came on because of his vigilante ventures. Oh how you loved him. 

He set his stuff down, took off his “gear” and put it back in its place before undressing. Tossing his shirt to the side too tired to place it in the laundry bin. You could hear him sigh, and as he stripped he hummed slightly to himself. You had closed your eyes immediately when Diego walked through the door trying to pretend to be asleep, and stifling a giggle at his humming. You peeped on eye open. His back was turned to you, but damn this man was beautiful. A sleepy smile crept onto your lips, but you quickly had to pretend to sleep once again as he turned towards you. “I know you’re awake baby, I know you always curl up when you pretend to be asleep.” he says. A smirk settled on his features. 

You tried not to smile as knelt in front of you brushing hair away from your face.

“I’m sorry but I was asleep so I didn’t hear any of that.” you mumbled. 

Diego Chuckled with exhaustion lacing his voice. "C'mon babe, let's get you up and into some pajamas. You sighed and refused to get up. "I don't wanna move Dee." You said with a sleepy voice. "Alright come here,I'll help you ok?" He spoke. You smiled and nodded. Seeing this, Diego went and grabbed your favorite shirt of his and set it on the bed. He pulled you up into a sitting position, helping you get out of your clothes. He gently pulled the shirt over you, took off your converse and mismatched socks to replace them with your favorite pair of his. 

When he came back he saw you lying on the bed again, asleep, his eyes softened at the sight of you buried in his pillow. He gently slipped the socks onto your feet knowing you'd be cold without them. Quickly he grabbed a knife setting it close to the bed and slipping under the covers next to you. He always slept nearest to the door just in case he needed to protect you. 

"Dee, "c'mere I'm cold.." you whispered. He smiled and pulled you closer to him wrapping his arms around as you nuzzled your face into his chest letting out a content sigh. "I love you (y/n)." He could feel you smile as he kissed your head. "I love you too Dee" he waited until your breathing evened out, he felt your breath fanning against his skin and closed his eyes finally falling asleep. 

@blackrockshooter780​ love you so much!

[dashesofink]

Couch Cuddles

Drabble: “I just want some peace, quiet, and some cuddles.”

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 569

Warnings: none

You couldn’t help the fright that coursed through you when you heard the door to your apartment slam shut with a loud crash. Your body was frozen stiff as you slowly turned your head to see who it was that had come in so violently, however your nerves calmed considerably when you saw it was only Diego. You could hear the sigh fall past his lips as he haphazardly took his shoes off by the door, and you couldn’t help the grimace when he turned around to face you, a deep frown evident on his features. “Rough day?”

Diego didn’t respond at first, his shoulders still tensed as he pursued his lips while making his way over to you. “You could say that.” His voice was low as he came to a stop behind you, his hands gripping the sides of your face as you looked up to him after pausing your tv, a small smile finally poking through on his lips when he saw the lopsided grin on your face. “I just want some peace, quiet, and some cuddles.” He spoke once again, bowing slightly at the waist so his lips could brush over yours. Diego could still taste the coffee you had only moments ago as he pressed his mouth to yours, your hand suddenly reaching up and brushing his jaw for a moment before he pulled away.

“Then come cuddle.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you dropped your hands to your lap, your fingers drumming against your thighs as you looked forward again. Diego let a hum before he practically jumped over the back of the couch, his butt landing on the soft cushions before he fell over and into your hold. “I’m just finishing up my show. But if you want we can go to bed now.” Your fingers carded through his dark hair as he laid in between your legs, his head resting against your chest as his arms circled your waist before he closed his eyes tight.

“No moving,” Diego’s voice vibrates against your skin as he snuggled deeper into your hold, his cheek coming to rest against your shoulder after his lips pressed against your skin. You couldn’t help the chuckle you let out as he whined, your fingers continuing to smooth out his hair after you pressed a reassuring kiss against the top of his head. “Just cuddles.”

“Alright.” Somehow you managed to reach the remote again before you pressed play, your head falling against the side of the couch as you set your hands on top of his shoulder blades. Diego let out a small hum when your nails ran against his back, your gentle fingers working away at the tense muscles of his back and shoulders. “Let me know when you’re ready to head to bed, okay babe?” You didn’t get a response from him at first, your fingers coming to stop along his shoulders as you peered down to your boyfriend in confusion. However, a smile pulled up your lips when a small snore came from him, his eyes shut peacefully and his breathing now evened out as he slept in your comforting arms. Your fingers found his hair again as you leaned down, but this time your lips found their place against his temple before you looked down to him, love shining in your eyes against the lights of the tv.

“Sleep well, my darling.”

[livelovelaug-h]

It's not your fault pt 1

The umbrella academy ☂️

Klaus Hargreeves x Reader kinda small Diego x Reader

Not my gif ofc or my characters. This one's gonna hurt so grab a box of tissues.

Now~

2018 April, 15

"this is all my fault." Diego whispered but it was exactly what Klaus was thinking.

Then~

Even know most of the Hargreeves kids don't speak to each other anymore and went there seperate ways, y/n stayed best friends with Diego. They went on some "cases" together stopping the bad people. He had the power to throw knives and her power was: Telepathy. The only downside was she couldn't always get it to work on her "siblings" ... she didn't join the family until she was 16 because her mother didn't want her and her "power." She thought her kid was insane and therapy wasn't cutting it.

~~

You woke up hearing the door open and then close. You throw on some clothes and went into the kitchen seeing Klaus searching for food:

"Klaus?"

"hello lovely, don't you look dazling."

" are -are you high?"

"what no."

You walk over to him and seen his eyes were red.

"yes you are! It's only 10 a.m. Seriously!!??"

"it's fine. Want some chips?"

"no. No I don't... I can't believe you." You've had enough of this Lately. You grabbed your keys and purse. "See you later."

"y/n wa-"

""Slam"" 🚪

You went over to Diego's place in the wrestlings boiler room to calm down maybe pick up a case to take your mind off of things.

Knock knock

...he opened the door shocked: "oh hey y/n what are you doing here?"

"just needed to get away from things."

"oh yeah Klaus was what high or doing coke this time?"

"he was high."

"good ol Klaus. Well come on in I told you, you don't have to knock."

"yeah I know. I just don't know what I'll walk in on again so I um I think I'll wait."

"whatever do you want a sandwich?"

"no I'm good thank you. Have you found any cases yet."

"yeah actually I have. I'll get the papers in a minute."

"okay no rush." You said seeing your phone light up.

Incoming call - Klaus

You didn't answer it though.

Incoming call - Klaus again. You sighed loudly.

"okay so here are the reports and here are the photos that I have of some of the people. They're going around neighbors slashing tires."

"wow that's stupid."

"it's been going on for 3 weeks and no one can stop them or find out who they are."

"Sounds exactly like our kinda thing."

"Yeah the only problem is they do it at night of course so we're going to have to wait."

"okay that's not a problem for me." You stared at him and he stared back, you guys were sitting pretty close to one another. You stopped breathing. You both looked down at each other's lips. You broke the moment off when you got up: "I think- umm I should go... But I'll come back tonight at like 8 okay?"

"yeah that.. works."

"okay uh, see you then. Bye" 'OMG what was that??' you thought. It was 6:00 so you went home to change and get ready for tonight. Walking into your apartment, there were zero signs of Klaus anywhere. You bit your lip and scoffed. "Of course." You put your left over food away in the fridge.

You finished up showering and changing when you heard your front door open. You were heading towards the door:

"there's food in the fridge if you want, I'll be gone a case so I guess I'll see you whenever you decide to come home next." You fake smiled and turned your back to walk away when Klaus spoke up: ''y/n can we please just talk." You closed your eyes. It was hurting you so badly when you didn't talk to Klaus but it's been months since you have. You turned around: "sure about what?"

"I'm sorry about this morning." You shrugged and raised your eyebrows.

"you always are."

"Cann I come with you tonight?"

"Are you kidding?" You laughed.

"No I haven't had anything since this morning I'm going to stop and I'm going to change you'll see." You scoffed.

"Really I am."

"Well I'm sorry that I don't believe you since you've said that about 7 other times. I'm sorry Klaus but I don't think you should come. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that you left.

"Well at least (she/he) didn't slam the door that time." Klaus told Ben.

"Not the point. you really need to stop doing this to yourself or she won't take you back or even look at you the same." Ben said.

"I will okay. Lay offffff"

"Whens the last time you two kissed?" That really got Klaus thinking.

"I don't know. it's been a while." Ben gave him a there ya go look.

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Diego's place

"hey sorry change of plans so my friend said he knows two people who are going to rob a house at 11 so we're going to have to do that first."

"okay that's fine. What's the game plan?"

Diego went through the plan, telling you about the guys and what they were aiming to steal. You guys drove to the address.

"I love this song-" you both went to reach for the volume button on the radio and when you guys touched hands you definitely felt a spark. You blushed, pulled your hand away and smiled awkwardly. This can't be happening, you're supposed to be with Klaus like you have been for years not Diego.

You guys waited for Diego's friend to show up and be finally did at 10:35. His friend basically hacked into these 'robbers' phones and got all the info that way. Diego got a phone call and excused himself.

"fine meet me where I parked the car at 77 Elmwood drive."

~~

Finally at 11:05 you seen two guys going into the house now it was wait time. The plan was to chase them down when They get their stuff and go after them. You seen two figures leave the house and start running: "alright show time." Running down the street the guys caught on to what was happening almost immediately Diego a knife and it hit the one guys hand.

"AGGHHHHHH." But credit to him because he kept running still. The two guys ending up going in two different directions.

"I'll go that way." You said. The guy went into a abandoned building. Idiot. He's gonna trap himself. You ran from room to room to try and find him, but he hit you from behind the door making you stumbled onto the floor. He was fast and started kicking you. You grabbed his foot and tossed him onto the ground. You sat straddling him and started hitting his face punch after punch, he ended up getting the upper hand by head butting you. All he stole was jewelry, expensive gold ofc but he hit you with the bag a few times almost knocking you out. Wow jewelry sure was hard. You barely could make anything out but you heard the one guy yell "Chris hurry up it's gonna blow in one minute."

"blow what does that mean ?"

Klaus was walking towards Elmwood street. he was trying to think of what to say to you when you were done. He wanted to really change this time and tell you he loved you....

Diego almost got knocked out too but he was slowly running behind the other thief. They both were running away from the abandoned building when Diego's friend passed him. "Where's y/n?" He asked. "I have no clue."

"DIEGOO." You yelled hearing his voice but not being able to move.

BOOOOMMM

Klaus heard a loud bang and saw fire over a few streets. He was confused but had a bad feeling and ran over towards it.

There was a big explosion knocking Diego and his friend a few feet away from the abandoned building.

"No no no no no no. y/n!!!" Diego started going toward the building when his friend stopped him: "hey. Shes gone you can't go in there."

"get. off."

"Diego we need to go." He looked over and started crying.

"Diegoooo???"

He heard Klaus getting closer: "What happened? Are you okay? Where's y/n?" Klaus saw his tears now and Diego looked at the burning building.

"no don't tell me---- no." Now he started crying.

"this is all my fault." Diego whispered but it was exactly what Klaus was thinking.

[diegoh4rgreeves]

"I'm bored"

Headcanon: Sitting at the academy with Diego and saying "I'm bored!" to him in an exaggerated bratty girl voice. He says okay and leans in to give you a hard kiss and holds your waist to keep you still in this makeout session with him.

[slytherinsbrat]

New blog in the TUA fandom

Hi guys, I've fallen in love with the umbrella academy it's becoming my obsession. If you post about:

The umbrella academy

Diego Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Basically all of them

Eudora patch

David castañeda

Or anything related to the umbrella academy, please like this post. I'd like more blogs on my dash, mutuals would be great, too. I mean who doesn't like to share headcanon and stuff?

I'm also a writer trying my hands on the umbrella academy if you want any headcanons or prompts. Don't hesitate to hit me up!

[rosewantstowrite]

I am taking requests, I had to redo this because I forgot to add people so here we go. I’m adding more to this so you know who all I will write for, but if you want someone who’s not on here you can send in a request and I’ll try my hardest to give you the request.

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Here’s what I write: angst, imagines, reactions, fluff, smut, mental health, suicide, abuse, and light mention of sexual assault BUT I will not and I mean WILL NOT go in details for sexual assault, suicide, mental health, and self harm so be mindful.

Here is who I will write for

Markiplier

Mark as himself

Darkiplar

Mayor Damien

Wilford Warfstache

Anyone you whose not here please ask for them I only know more about Damien, Wilford, and Dark, but if there someone else you want I’ll do it.

Jacksepeticeye

Sèan as himself

Antisepeticete

Chase

Anyone you whose not here please ask for them I only know more about anti and chase, but if there someone else you want I’ll do it.

Natewantstobattle

Nate as himself

Natemare

Phantom

Again if there is some more ego of Nate’s you want to see just send a request in an ask and I’ll be happy to grant you your wish.

Aidan Gallagher

As himself

Five Hargreeves

If you want any specific fics about him I’ll do them, and now since he’s legal I will take smut requests but those will take a hot minute because I want it to be perfect plus I have one story going on for Aidan and one for Five so those are my top concerns. I have one more thing I’ll be writing in two ways for when I want to shake it up but most of the time he’s going to be canon as much as possible

1) Where he never time travel and got stuck in the apocalypse

2) He never left The Commission



Elliot Page

As himself

Viktor Hargreeves

Now we all know that Elliot is trans I will never refer Elliot’s character as Vanya because of the effort that’s Netflix did to change it to fit Elliot’s beautiful journey on finding more about himself, and I looked it up I won’t do anything romantic f!reader with Viktor since he’s queer, so I’m mostly going to do gender natural terms for the reader unless it’s says the gender.

Tom Hopper

As himself

Luther Hargreeves

I’ll be willing to write for him but because my distaste for him it’ll probably take forever to get out any writing for him. But I love the actor so I’ll right for Tom very excited. slow but not as bad as Luther. Only reason why it be slow isn’t because I hate them no it’s just I have to make sure the story fits the request or plot. But for Tom, it’ll be super fun because I love his energy and it’d be fun to write for him

Emmy Raver-Lampman

Allison Hargreeves

As herself

This will be a hard one, considering I had so much for her before she tried to use her powers to make Luther be with her. So again might be slow but not as bad as Luther. Only reason why it be slow isn’t because I hate them no it’s just I have to make sure the story fits the request or plot. But it wouldn’t be so hard to write for Emmy herself.

Robert Sheehan

Klaus Hargreeves

Simon Lewis

Darren Treacy

I’m super excited to get to write about this beautiful and funny person. Before The Umbrella Academy I didn’t know he was in two of my movies so I have so much muse to write for him, but not as much as Aidan.

David Castenada

Diego Hargreeves

I have a hate love with this dude, but I think I can still write decent things for him. So I wouldn’t mind writing for him.

Justin H. Min

Ben Hargreeves

Now I have some things I want to address this. I’ll write him in three ways for when I want to shake it up but most of the time he’s going to be canon as much as possible which means either our Ben or sparrow Ben. But it’ll most likely going to be our Ben.

1) Ben as a ghost (if I write for this power, I’m thinking that’s the reader can see and hear Ben like Klaus can but the difference is that you’d be stronger than Klaus so you can touch him)

2) Sparrow Ben (which means he’s exactly how he was in the show but if I write this Ben I’ll have it where the reader is just a regular person and they bump into each other or something)

3) He’ll be alive which means he never died on the mission

4) In my own timeline where everyone is normal and doesn’t have to constantly save the world

Lee Wonho

Himself

I will do aus of him if requested.

Yu-Gi-Oh fandom (season 0- duel monsters - Dark Side Of Dimension s)

Yugi Muto

I will do anything that’s regards him, I’ll do ships but not too many. It’s depends the ship though. I’ll do seto x yugi, Atem x yugi, Taè x yugi.

I’ll also do poly relationships like Atem x oc/reader x yugi and more.

Atem/ Yami Yugi

Again I’ll do anything regarding him

Joey Wheeler

Anything regarding him

Seto Kaiba

Anything regarding him

I’ll do anyone else but they’ll need be requested

My Hero Academia

Touya Todoroki/Dabi

I’ll do anything regarding him, but no ships until I can figure him out with the characters, I got to the season with him in it. But I have read so many things with him, I just need to watch more to see how he acts with other characters.

Shoto Todoroki

Again I’ll do anything but ships. Because like I said for Dabi I need to finished watching the show.

Deku

Again the same above

Baku

Anything with him but ships. But he won’t be written as much.

[bowieandqueen11]

I Missed You / Diego Hargreeves Imagine

Request: I know in your dating 60s!diego hargreeves hcs you briefly mentioned his and readers reunion, and cuddling in elliot’s apartment, so i was just wondering if you’d expand on that whole thing because man, he’d be lost for words 😩. im down bad for needy diego 😌

My LOVE honestly this is THE mood first I get DILF Diego and now needy Diego??? My heart cannot handle it!!

Warning: NSFW, light swearing, and mentions of the asylum/drugs!

(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @cardigan-ns.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

The late night drive felt never-ending, the car wheel stiff against your clenched hands, and Diego was crying.

Well, trying his best not to, you suppose. The effort just didn’t seem as successful as he was imagining it to be in his head. He could turn the back of his shaggy head to you and gaze out through the windows and into the blurring lamplights all he liked, but he couldn’t stop the way his shoulders were doing their best to heave and give his emotions away. The way you could spot how his bottom lip blubbered in the fractured image of his reflection. How, every so often, he would raise the back of his hand to wipe against his nose and block out the stifling sound of sniffling.

Despite how wracked he sounded, you knew he was just a mixture of euphoric and terrified. He was simultaneously over the moon that the love of his life had magically appeared in front of him with his tiny ass brother, but also still grieving over the fact that this was probably just another hallucination. ‘Stupid D-Diego’, he thinks, ‘being so easily tricked by this. By them. As if Y/n would ever come back for your stupid ass.’ Just another phantom dream, as so many before them. Soon he’d wake up, and find his arms tied around his sides again and his head battering around the padded rooms of his purgatory.

Although he tries to stop it, he can’t help but let out a pathetic sounding sob then. It catches in the back of his throat, making him sound even more like someone whose soul had been torn into two and patched back together with solely a despaired kind of hope. He frowns, tightening his arms around his sides and banging his head against the passenger side window. He prays that you haven’t heard him as he glances at the diners that whir by and the dry asphalt streets that blur into one long stretch of angry blackness against his blurred eyes, even if this was a dream. He wants to be strong for you, no matter if you’re real or a cruel mirage brought on by the drugs.

It’s a good thing you can read him so well. ‘Di-Di, it’s... it’s alright. We’re not at the asylum anymore, they can’t hurt you. I promise, I swear to god I’ll never let them touch you again. Plus, even better, Five has buggered off again to who knows where so we can finally focus on each other rather than the end of the world for five damn minutes-’ You’re stopped only by your feet automatically slamming down on the brakes in retaliation to Diego’s hand clamping down on top of yours on the wheel.

It takes you a moment to fully process that you’ve come to a stop, before you take a deep breath and glance over at the man sitting hunched over beside you. For the first time that night you really see him, and he looks horrendous. His face has paled, and the tired lines under his eyes seemed to have creased in so he looks like a tired child - frail and broken and dejected, crying out for just one fond and loving word. He’s twisted in his seat so he’s facing you again, the stolen shirt hugging his torso as he stares at you so intensely it nearly leaves you flustered. 

Not knowing what to do, you drum your fingers against the dashboard and wait to see if he wants to speak. You take a few side glances at him as he just leans closer and closer towards you, his pupils becoming wider and wider. It was a puzzling sight: Diego inching towards you like a hunter closing in on his prey, until you could feel his ribcage hit your elbow, but his eyes- his eyes were giving him away. Engrossed, they seemed to grow with profound awe that blurred into tears, so overcome by the knowledge that the angel who had command of his heart was sitting beside him.

He must have seen the confusion on your face as his eyes roamed over every aspect of your body. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sharp intake of breath. Bless him, he looked so helpless as he leant forward to rest his forehead so tenderly against your own. His hands came up to cup your cheek, his large thumbs wiping over your skin as if you were the one crying instead of him. When he finally pulled back slightly, you could fully take in just how many tears were slipping out of the corners of his eyes and cascading down to hit the edges of his trembling smile.

‘I-. I m-m-missed y-you. Wh-where w-were you?’

‘I’m sorry I took so long. Dallas is a surprisingly big place, and it doesn’t help when you get arrested straight away. Although, I shouldn’t really be surprised you’d do something stupid when I’m talking to the man who was convinced by Klaus that cookies became poisonous as soon as you turn eight just because he wanted to eat all of them’, you reply with a sad grin, trying to affirm the breaking man in front of you by reaching out and resting your hands over his slender and trembling fingers. He snorts, but his smile grows all the brighter as you rub up and down the back of his palm, making sure to gently squeeze his wrists every time you pass them. ‘At least we have all the time in the world now to become reacquainted with each other.’ He rolls his eyes, but even you can pick up the way his thighs shuffle in his seat and his heart seems to choke him. ‘By the way... I like the beard. Looks very suave, which is one thing you are not.’

‘H-hey! I’m plenty s-s-so, sophis-ticated.’ 

‘Diego, you spend half your life running around in faux leather and running down alleyways like a bargain batman. You’re a big idiot, is what you are.’

That earns a laugh as he lets go of one of your hands to reach up and try to swipe away the rest of his tears. You don’t let him do it alone, instead using your own thumb to gingerly wipe under his eyes.

‘How about you and me go back home, huh? I know I said we had forever, but your weird ass little brother actually said something about your family bringing around another apocalypse. He had just downed ten cups of coffee though, which honestly was really impressive to watch but it also meant he was vibrating on the spot when he grabbed my collar and pulled me down to his face to spit that at me so I don’t even know.’

‘You sure you still want to marry into this family? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to run the other direction’, Diego snuffles. You only push him back down onto his seat with a thump, reaching round his torso and making him put his seat belt back on. 

‘Diego, I’ve known you and your dumbass siblings since I was five years old, you already are my family. Plus, you know, you’ve stranded me in 1960′s Dallas so I’m stuck with your ass until you get me back.’ You start the car back up again, trying to figure out in your head your way back to Elliott’s place without Five being here to shout directions at you.

‘That’s my sexy pumpkin pie.’ You use your right hand to thwack his chest as he finally bursts out in the first real fit of laughter he’s had in months.

‘Ugh, do not start calling me that again, mama’s boy.’

~

Poor Luther.

All he could do was raise his eyebrows at Elliott and smile apologetically as yet another pair of pants smacked against the blurred glass of his bedroom window. ‘This is a lovely cup of tea’, he manages to fumble out as he takes a nervous sip. Elliot’s too shocked to even reply, just leaning back on his chair and staring at the window with his mouth agape.

‘Is your family... all... like this?’, he finally manages to blurt out, raising a finger to point in you and Diego’s general direction. ‘I mean, I met the one with the robot mother... and he was just as-’. His words are overshadowed by the sound of pealing giggles reverberating through the upper balcony, and the sound of his bed creaking under the weight of the two of you rolling over. ‘As frantic’, he finally manages to finish with a hard swallow.

‘Oh, those two?’, Luther starts with a shrug as he sets down his cup and saucer onto the living room table. ‘Those two are probably the most hectic out of all of us!’ His smile seems to portray a sense of pride in the two of you, but it quickly falls into a regretful tight lipped grimace as he watches how horrified Elliott becomes. He looks like he’s about to pass out as he stands up, holding his hand out in front of him as if he’s about to ask something important, but instead he just lets his eyes fall wide as he mumbles out. ‘I’m going to go buy some more jelly.’

‘Good idea, my friend!’, Luther stands up to slap him on the back. ‘If I’m being honest, I think I’d rather go with you if that’s alright. This could go on for a while.’

The sound of their receding footsteps down the slightly twisted staircase is overpowered only by the grunts of Diego as you roll over to straddle him. Your knees draw against his hip to hold him in place, and you can feel how much his body is burning against your skin as you reach up to hold his wrists above his head. Even though you’ve only been here for ten minutes he looks wrecked in the silent moonlight that pours through the sole window: his hair dishevelled like a brandy plumage, his lips red and swollen, and yet it didn’t stop him from trying to escape your grasp and reach up to try and reach your lips yet again. He pants as you push him back down, the engulfing silence of the night making the pounding of his heart all the more evident.

He whines as you lean down until your chest has covered his bare own and he feels your chin slide over his. He squirms under your body, a futile effort to gain some traction and quench the feeling of burning that alights the pit of his stomach with need. You bite down and tug his bottom lip when you see how his eyes have squeezed shut into a painful patience, earning you a gasp into your mouth and a growl that seems to grow from deep within his throat.

‘Did I tell you how much I missed you’, he pants as he finally manages to throw his thigh between yours and flip you down onto the mattress. He crawls over you, running his hands over every inch of skin on his way up: along your calves, biting them teasingly as he goes, skirting his fingertips along the edges of your thighs, splaying his fingers along your hips and squeezing before resting against your sides. 

‘I think you might have’, you manage to warble out against the feeling of Diego’s tongue swiping against the seam of your lips. His legs drive against your own with the force of how he kisses you, pushing you further against the duvet and trapping you against the expanse of his chest. It’s exhilarating and rushed, but full of all the passion and love and want that has been stored up within Diego’s soul since you were cruelly torn from him. 

He breaks away to nuzzle your neck with delicate kisses, so faint and heartfelt they seemed like whispered promises being etched into your skin. His beard though tickled your neck and broke the silence as you began to laugh, and you could feel his warm breath puff out against your shoulder blade in return. He pulls back to gaze down at you, all the adoration in the world bursting out of this whiskey, puppy dog eyes.

‘And did you know that I love you more than anything?’

‘Yeah’, you reach up to play with the curls of hair that lie against the nape of his neck. He closes his eyes in bliss and grunts as he’s enveloped by the brackets of your arms, before he collapses down on top of you to lie with his head under your chin. ‘I think I managed to get that idea.’

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Not Tonight

Drabble: “I’d do anything for you.”

Pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 508

Warnings: none

You felt warm. The moon shone through the curtains of the room delicately, casting a soft glow upon the furniture and miscellaneous items that were scattered around the room. Rain softly sounded against the window, and a small groan could be heard next to you as you shifted.

“Relax, baby.”

Your heart thundered at the voice that whispered in your ear, goosebumps rising on your arms as you finally turned to face the one who spoke. Diego’s eyes were hooded with sleep as he peered at you. You gently ran a finger over the side of his face, your teeth catching your bottom lip as you let out a small chuckle at his expression. “But I can’t, I’m not tired. I want to do something fun.” Your tone was childish. You desperately wanted to get out of bed and do something, but Diego seemed to have other plans.

The arm over your waist tightened significantly as he pulled you closer, your arms moving around his back so he could comfortably snuggle into your chest. Your fingers found their way into his dark hair as he sighed, his lips pressing against your collarbone before he spoke again. “Can we do something later?” Diego’s voice vibrated against your skin, another chuckle coming from you at the feeling. You doubted he would want to do anything later though. He had the next two days off, which was surprising to both of you, and while you were usually able to convince him to go on a date, you had the idea he’d want to stay in. “It’s almost 2 in the morning.”

The ugly red numbers on the clock stared you down as you looked to them, a sigh falling past your lips as he pressed himself closer to you. His hands gripped your night shirt tightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to fall back asleep. Silence fell over the two of you again, your eyes darting between the moonlight and the clock on your nightstand while your fingers carded through his still damp hair. You tried to sleep. You tried to focus on his smell, on the warmth his body gave off, on the rhythmic sound of rain against your window. But you couldn’t. Once again you shifted in the bed, your legs pushing up a bit as you tried to get comfortable.

“I’d do anything for you, you know that.” Irritation was clear in Diego’s voice as he spoke again, his body being jostled once again as you moved against the mattress. “But I can’t do anything with you.” You knew he wasn’t being mean. He had an exhausting day at work, and you could feel guilt eat away at you the longer you disturbed his sleep.

“Sorry, love,” You piped up quietly, letting out a deep sigh before resting your palms against his back. You shifted one last time against the mattress before settling down, your fingers curling around his shoulders as you shut your eyes before willing yourself to sleep. “I’ll try to sleep, I promise.”

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Having the ability to control nature would include...

Drabble: "Having the powers to control nature-- plants and animals-- and meeting the Hargreeves, and giving them their favorite flowers. And a bit of flustered Diego, please!”

Pairing: slight Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: none

the more you grew up with the abilities to control nature, or anything that pertained to it, you more you grew to love your ability

you found yourself becoming more connected it

as you sat under a tree you could feel the roots digging deep into the ground, the bark expanding as the tree breathed and swayed in the light wind

the animals in nature always fascinated you too, especially squirrels and the odd fox

the area you lived in wasn’t really one to be infested with ‘vermin’ or other animals like that, yet someone you always found a vixen and her baby wondering into your backyard and on to your lap as you read

flowers, however, intrigued you the most

the way the petals glided across your fingers as you held it in your palm, or the way you could manipulate its stem to weave into a beautiful crown of blues and red

the only ones to know of your powers were the foxes, squirrels and yourself, with the odd crow perching itself on your roof as you focused on bending nature itself to your will

however, it wasn’t until you met people like you, people with abilities, that you finally opened up

The Hargreeves siblings were a mess to be honest, and their constant chatting and bickering set you off at first, seeing as you were used to the quiet

however the more you spent time with them, the more you found why they acted the way they did, and you felt, in a way, sorry for them

you remember the first time that you gave one of them a gift was when you were in the kitchen with Allison

she had been talking long about a recent contract she had been signed on to, her words dancing mindlessly through your brain as you focused on the small pot in your hand

her words became jumbled together as you raised your hands over the dark soil, your fingers flexing and moving like waves in the air as your eyes glowed a bright green

Allison failed to notice the green light that radiated in the kitchen as she went on, her eyes not catching the pot as a beautiful Rose blossomed seemingly out of no where

it wasn’t until you set the pot down with a small thud in front of her and walked away did she finally stop talking, her eyes widening as she looked between the purple rose and your back as you left the kitchen

“it’s beautiful.” she said in awe, her fingers gently stroking its petals before she smiled

the rest of the week went by like this, you spending time with a certain hargreeves sibling only to leave them a little flower as a gift

each one had a different flower that they liked best, and while some surprised you, some did not

Luther liked it plain and simple, a beautiful yellow primrose sat on his desk adorned in a cute little red pot

Klaus, as matched his personality, loved the multicolored gladioli, it’s red and white petals glistening against the sun as it sat on his window sill

Vanya was a simple girl, and the white lily that you gifted her brought a smile to her face as she embraced you

Diego, however, was another story

it took you a while to figure out what type of flower he liked best, and he seemed adamant on you not giving him one when he found out that you had given one to his siblings

however, finding out was an easy task, as his eyes glanced over the small flowers as he walked past a random flower shop

despite his protests, Diego couldn’t help his glee when you presented him with a little blue pot, about three different colored snapdragons protruding from the soil

his face burst with color when you handed it to him, your eyes dancing over the reds, purples and pinks of the snapdragon petals before you met his eyes

“you didn’t have to do this”

Diego’s eyes were downcast and his lips pursed as he blushed at your gift, his fingers brushing along the rim of the flowerpot before he finally looked to you

you smiled up at him, giving a shrug before you clasped your hands behind your back

“I don’t mind” you responded, dancing on the balls of your feet as you grinned wildly at him “you guys have been nothing but nice to me; I had to repay you.”

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Lucky One

Drabble: “Um, I was hoping to make a request! Being one of the other special children that wasn't adopted, and meeting Diego. Power- To be extremely lucky”

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1209

Warnings: some cursing

You were always told as a child that it was fate that kept you from being taken by the notorious Reginald Hargreeves. Your mother always told you that she kept you well hidden, that she kept the news of your birth from the public as soon as she had realized that there had been more than one birth that day. As you grew older, however, you began to notice little things that happened around you, things that were weird, to put it lightly. Like one day when you were riding on the handlebars of your older brothers bike as he peddled around the neighborhood. You weren’t exactly sure how it happened, but somehow the front tire popped, sending the both of you flying forward towards a tree. However, while your brother went headfirst into the trunk, giving him a minor concussion and a black eye, your jacket somehow got caught on a low lying branch, and you swung slowly in the air without a scratch on your body.

Things like that seemed to happen more often as you got older. Incidents that should’ve left you minorly or even majorly harmed and earned you a trip to the hospital would sprout up, and yet you always seemed walked away unscathed. Again, your mother claimed it was fate keeping you out of harm's way, saying that there was something important that you needed to do in the future, but you knew better than that. Soon enough, people had begun to call you Lucky, or anything along the lines that might’ve held the same meaning. Some called you clover, others called your horseshoe (which you didn’t quite get and still don’t), but you always found that the name Lucky was better suited to you. After all, that’s all you really were, just one lucky child with a special gift.

Today was no different from any other day though. Somehow in the rush of getting ready for work in the morning, you managed to get momentarily blinded by the sun blaring through your window and you were left wandering blinded around your room. However after a few moments, almost as if you could sense something, you stopped. Rubbing your eyes in annoyance you slowly looked forward, only too see your bedroom wall merrily inches from your face. “Damn, that would’ve hurt.” You mumbled to yourself with a chuckle before you turned to finish getting ready. Little things like that seemed to happen throughout the day; however, one incident in particular left you a bit worried and ultimately starstruck with meeting a new person.

Your lunch-break had only started five minutes ago and already you had avoided being run over by not only a biker, but also a maniac driver who refused to obey the laws of the road or use their signals. People gave you odd looks as you strolled along the sidewalk as if nothing had happened, as most people in your situation would’ve gone crazy, screaming and crying about how they could’ve died because someone was being so reckless. Yet you ignored them, having had this happen to you almost on a daily basis. It wasn’t until you reached your favorite diner that you went wide-eyed, a small gasp falling past your lips as the door flew open and almost smacked you.

“Shit!”

A body came barreling out of the diner, a styrofoam box filled with leftovers sliding out of their grip as they tripped on the stone steps. On instinct you stepped out of the way of the flailing body, but as your eyes keenly spotted the falling food, your fingers quickly reached out to grab a hold of the box as you stared at the body on the floor. A pained groan sounded from the man as he moved to sit on his bottom, his left knee raising to his chest as he rubbed the now sore and definitely bruised skin. “Oh yeah, because food is more important than a human being.”

Your rose an eyebrow at the man’s snarky comment, but when you realized that he was glaring at the box of food in your hands, you felt a blush crawl up your neck. “Sorry!” Carefully you set the box down as you dashed to his side, your fingers flexing in anticipation before you hesitantly reached towards him. “It was a lucky catch I guess. Are you alright?” You let out a nervous chuckle as you kneeled before him, a sheepish smile on your lips before you went searching in your bag for your first aid kit. It wasn’t ever used for you though, more for the people who tended to get injuries because of your gift.

“Nah, I’m fine.” Despite the man’s grunt of reassurance, another groan fell past his lips as he pushed himself to stand. You couldn’t help the look of disapproval you shot him as you followed him up. “Seriously, it’s all good.” The man continued to wave you off as he limped towards his box of food, a small scoff coming from him as he scooped the item into his arms. “Hey, thanks again for catching this. I could’ve sworn it hit the ground though.”

“Are you sure you’re alright mister…” Once again you went to his side as you looked at him with concern. You had noticed that he was now favoring his right leg, signaling to you that he was in more pain that he was letting on. The man gave you a look, his lips curling into a small grimace and his eyes narrowing as he looked you up in down. “I’m just trying to help, it’s the least I can do.”

The man kept his eyes on you for a moment longer, and he looked between the small bandage roll clutched tightly in your fingers and your eyes before a smirk replaced the grimace. There was a sparkle in your eyes, one that the man had never seen before, and for some odd reason, it was beginning to intrigue him. “Diego.” He finally responded with a sigh, his fists clenching by his sides for a moment before he turned to the side to limp towards a bench that was set outside of the diner.

“I’m y/n.” You felt a bit relieved as the man, now known as Diego, nodded his head for you to follow him, and you couldn’t help the grin that was forming on your lips was you knelt down in front of him once again. “And I am sorry, you know, for not trying to catch you or anything.”

“It’s alright. But I have to ask,” Diego met your gaze for a moment as you peered up to him, your fingers gently prodding the area around his knee to see if you could find anything out of wack. The sparkle in your eye returned as you looked to him, and Diego found himself in a trance for a moment before he cleared his throat. “How’d you even catch the box? I mean, it was falling pretty damn fast, faster then me at least.”

“Hm, well,” You gave a small shrug as you went back to looking at his knee, a knowing smile curling up your lips as you chuckled. “I was just lucky, I guess.”