#digeo hargreeves

[jpnriikicore]

── it’s always nice to see you

paring digeo hargreeves x fem!reader, word count 1.5k, genre fluff, summary clingy drunk diego visits reader, authors note takes place in season one ( masterlist )

it’s a cold winter morning. you stirred awake when you heard rustling that sounded like they were coming from outside, so you got up and walked over to your window. you frowned when you saw the one and only diego hargreeves who was clearly drunk stumbling around in your front yard.

you sighed rolling yours eyes, your feet patted as you walked downstairs and making your way to the front door, so you could stand on your porch and lecture him.

you turned on your coffee pot before unlocking your door to lean against your doorway. your arms crossed and your eyebrows raised at his state on your front porch.

"diego."

"yes?"

diego asked, grinning innocently and innocently with his arms behind his back. he had a small blush spread across his face due to him being under the influence of alcohol at the moment, but the blush deepened quite a bit once he saw you. he stared at you with a lovesick gaze but tried to hide it.

diego asked, grinning innocently with his arms behind his back. he had a small blush spread across his face due to him being under the influence of alcohol at the moment, but the blush deepened quite a bit once he saw you. he stared at you with a lovesick gaze, but tried to hide it.

"what are you doing?"

you asked, your feet patting against the hard wood floors as you pour your hot coffee into a mug.

“i was… uhm…”

he trailed off for a moment, trying to think of an excuse for what he was doing at your house at this hour, but unfortunately couldn��t think of any good excuses.

“…iwas just uh, patrolling the area, is all.”

you blowed on your coffee as you walked back over to your screen door. he lied bluntly, making eye contact with you and tilting his head innocently. he was a pretty obvious liar when under the influence.

my free hand reached out to push open the screen door gesturing with my head to come in.

“come in, hargreeves.”

diego raised an eyebrow at the sudden shift in your attitude, but shrugged slightly and obliged by your request to come into your home. he walked inside quietly and peered down at you, standing before you and towering over you.

“why did you ask me to come in?”

he inquired curiously, fiddling with his fingers as he continued to peer down at you. he really wanted to take a sip of whatever liquid you were drinking. he hoped it was alcohol.

your teeth bit up on your top lip.

“you and i both know your not here patrolling the area."

“w—what!? i totally am!”

diego lied bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. he refused to admit defeat, even while he was drunk. he huffed quietly and looked away from you, a pout was now present on his face.

“…fine, you got me.”

he admitted defeat begrudgingly, running a hand through his hair as he groaned internally at his defeat. he truly just couldn’t hold his liquor.

“…i just… missed you…”

your shoulders shook as a chuckle escaped from your lips. you sat your mug down as you leaned againist the kitchen counter.

"i can tell."

“…how do you know?”

diego asked curiously, tilting his head innocently and curiously. he was confused on how you figured out that the real reason that he was here was because he missed you, considering you have a… not so happy history with one another. at least… not until a few weeks ago.

"when you get drunk you get clingy and you get these love sick puppy dogs eyes."

that…hit extremely close to home for the drunken diego. his cheeks instantly heated up even more upon hearing that. while sober, he was never clingy. hell, he didn’t even like pda or showing a lot of affection.

…but it was completely different with you.

he cleared his throat and took ahold of the collar of his black long sleeve, tugging at it and pulling it away from his body slightly. that should’ve given him a little more airflow, right?

"c’mon let’s sit."

you spoke pushing diego into the living room onto the couch. this wasn’t your first time taking care of him while he’s drunk.

diego huffed quietly in annoyance when you shoved him into the living room but obliged by your request nonetheless. he made a beeline for the couch, sitting on the couch and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. he peered up at you inquisitively, raising an eyebrow and humming quietly.

”…can i have some of whatever you’re drinking…?”

he inquired, tilting his head a bit innocently. he wanted it, for obvious reasons.

"it’s coffee."

you spoke, kneeling down to take off his shoes.

“…aw mannn…"

diego groaned quietly as he was disappointed that it was not an alcoholic drink. he then looked down at you taking off his shoes and was even more flustered because of it.

“…why are you taking off my shoes?”

he inquired curiously, tilting his head innocently. he was more than sure that he could take off his own shoes, but he let you do it regardless.

"i don’t like shoes on my rug."

diego looked like he was about to protest against what you said but then decided not to since he was not in the mood to start an argument with you. a soft sigh escaped him as he nodded quietly.

“…that’s reasonable.”

he mumbled under his breath quietly, looking away from you. he felt flustered from your close contact and your gentle nature, but he wouldn’t dare to tell you that.

"so, what did you realize this time?"

you asked, walking over to set his shoes at the door before returning to the couch to sit next to him.

diego sighed quietly and ran a hand through his hair. he was silent for a little bit, thinking to himself and trying to articulate all of his internal feelings for you into a sentence.

“…that…”

he paused for a moment before finally taking a deep breath and sighing quietly. he looked away from you, not having the courage to look you in the eyes while confessing this to you.

“…i think I’ve developed a…small crush on you.”

"really?"

“y—yeah…”

diego nodded sheepishly, blushing uncontrollably and fiddling with the sleeves of his long sleeve in a flustered manner. he peered down at his sleeve silently before slowly lifting one of your hands and intertwining it with his as a small way to show his love to you.

“…yes, i have.”

he confirmed quietly, a soft and yet wobbly smile formed on his face as he peered at the intertwined hands.

"i would kiss you, but i think you drunk a little too much tonight."

“awww…”

diego frowned, tilting his head innocently and giving off the best puppy dog eyes he could to try and sway you to give in to him. It usually worked on you, but would it be the case tonight.

“…pleaseee?”

you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“I will give you a real kiss in the morning…if you’re still here and remember this conversation."

diego was overjoyed that he got the kiss on the cheek, but was clearly displeased with the fact that that was the only form of contact you’d give at this moment.

“can’t I get a kiss right now?”

he inquired, frowning quietly as he peered at you innocently. he could get really clingy and affectionate when he was under the influence, and he really wanted to give you all the love he could.

“ughhh….”

diego grumbled quietly under his breath as he was clearly disappointed with your response. he then wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a gentle hug and resting his chin on your shoulder with a soft sigh.

“…does this satisfy you…?”

he questioned softly, gently rubbing soothing circles on your back as he hugged you close to his chest.

you pressed your lips against his.

diego’s eyes widened a little bit, clearly not expecting you to just randomly kiss him in the middle of hugging him. then again, the two of you have kissed each other randomly, so it’s not that unexpected.

he deepened the kiss, humming quietly and closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. he slowly backed you onto the couch a little bit. It was clear that he really wanted more.

you gasped in the kiss as he backed you onto the couch.

diego deepened the kiss further as he gently placed you down onto the couch. he pinned you against it, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your chests together.

he then gently pulled away from the kiss, panting quietly and resting his forehead against yours. the kiss deepened from an innocent, affectionate one to a passionate and loving one within seconds.

his pupils were blown wide, clearly wanting so much more than a simple kiss.

"it is always nice to see you."

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[fandom-nursery]

Diego agere headcanons

Regresses young and is almost never older than 4 

Probably one of the most frequent regressors out of his siblings 

He has been regressing since Ben died and has gotten a pretty solid handle on it during the years he lived alone. It's usually pretty easy for him to either put himself in or keep himself out of his headspace 

He loves the feeling of being little and he knows for sure that it’s something that has really helped him over the years 

Little Diego gets a bit clumsy in his movements but he is usually able to do most of the things big diego can even if he doesn't do them quite as neatly 

His stutter usually comes back big time when he regresses and he prefers to babble or hum rather than talk 

Little Diego is an absolute angel. He is inquisitive and always eager to help out 

He does nap however he needs someone else to be in charge of making him go to sleep. If he’s regressed on his own he won’t realize he's tired and then wont take a nap until he gets super cranky and frustrated and has no choice but to give in to exhaustion 

He loves physical touch when regressed and could happily spend his entire day curled up in someone's arms 

He really likes the baby toys where you put the different shapes into their correct holes. He also loves stories and has a big collection of children's books. He gets excited about superhero cartoons as well and likes to mimic the fighting poses of the hero’s on the screen 

Big puffed rice lover. He also really enjoys convenience store foods like pop tarts and twinkies. Thinks he never got to try when he was growing up 

He owns a lot of bottles, sippy cups, and those no spill snack cups 

He does have some toys. Some of them were gifts from Eudora that she got him while she was his caregiver and one of two are things that he bought himself. He has one or two lego sets and a couple hotwheels. He also has a lot of baby toys that make fun sounds or light up and an army of stuffed animals

When he said goodbye to Grace and left home she gave him a package with all of his baby things that she had managed to save and keep from reginald including the blue baby blanket he was swaddled in when he was brought to the academy. They are all very dear to him. Additionally, after Eudora's death the things that she had gifted him became precious. He was devastated when their time travel took him away from them for so long 

He has to be dressed in loose soft clothing while little or he will whine and cry. If he doesn't manage to change before slipping fully into headspace then Diego will perform the toddler act of aggressively pulling off all of his clothing while acting like they are strangling him. Little diego also has so much beef with shoes for literally no reason 

He has several pacis that he rotates through. He really can’t sleep without one in while regressed 

He wears diapers or pull ups the majority of the time while little 

He suspects that Grace knew about his regression when he first started doing it. 

He tells Klaus (and by extension Ben) about his regression first and five finds out pretty soon after. Allison also figures it out pretty quickly. He tells Luther about his regression after finding out that Luther also regresses. He tells Viktor after he comes out in an attempt to try and start to rebuild trust between the two of them and as something of a peace offering. Lila clocks him as a regressor right away due to the fact that she also regresses but he didn't find out till much later. 

Diego has always needed and wanted a caregiver. For a long time that was Eudora until their relationship fell apart. After that he and Lila made a deal to watch over one another while they were little. Eventually he started to allow his siblings to watch over him as well even eventually letting sparrow Ben watch him 

He called Eudora mommy. After her death he couldn’t bring himself to use that title for anyone else. Lila is occasionally mama and he will usually use a butchered version of his siblings names when talking to them 

[fandomtherapy44]

Five Hargreeves X reader Coffee and Sarcasm One shot!

Summary: Y/n works at Griddy's Coffee House to make money for school. It's not the best but it's not the worst. But everything gets more interesting when a certain customercomes in her life changes in best way.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x reader

WC: 1.8k

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AN/ Hey Ya'll so... I hated the ending of TUA if you liked I'm happy you did but to me, it was the worst way to end such an amazing beloved show. I know it works logically with how the show is set up but it's just so dessperseing to think they never existed. And there was a lot more that was wrong with this season. But one of the biggest to me is LILA AND FIVE like WTF. I hate the excuse of oh Five needs a love interest, like no he does not his love story was always getting back to his family and saving them, and for Lila oh how they destroyed two great characters in the last two episodes how she was just was willingly cheat on Digeo and not to mention their kids!? So this is my take on Five and Having a Love Interest. I hope you enjoy it.

My life wasn’t perfect but good, I didn’t have adventures every day, and I could barely afford to go out of state to see my family every year. Like I said not perfect but good. I worked in a little coffee/doughnut shop named Griddy’s my boss was so sweet that she let me do my schooling on the side and would let me take the extra tips from the pool knowing that I didn’t have all the money when going to school.

“Ugh I can’t do it that guy is a total asshole, Y/n can you take him.” My coworker Becky asked me with pleading eyes. I looked up from my textbook. “He’s really that bad?” She huffs and puffs. “Well no he’s just so arrogant and sarcastic.” I looked back down at my book knowing I had to finish this section. “I would but I have to finish this-”

“You can take my tips from tonight.” That shuts me right up. “Did he already order any doughnuts?” I tied my apron back over my pink polyester uniform quickly. Becky was just able to give that up because she only had this job because she was rich and her parents forced her to get this job to teach her responsibilities even though they still paid for everything she was lucky. She gets a smirk on her face and a hand on her hip. “That’s what I thought, and no.” Correction she was a lucky bitch.

I walked out to this apparently horrible guy and surprisingly he was around my age and wearing a suit, interesting. “Hi I’m Y/n welcome to Griddy’s coffee what can I get you.” he puts down the newspaper and he was one of the cutest assholes I have ever seen. “Coffee black, and try not to burn which I know can be really hard but I need my fix so try okay?” And there is the arrogant and sarcastic part.

The guy had become almost a regular and came in every night at two am on the dot and in the same suit. He looked about twenty-one but around fifty years old in his eyes. This time he came to the bar. “Ahh so we are venturing out to the bar instead of our corner booth today are we?” I asked him teasing him as he sat down. He gave me his usual roll of his eyes and groan. “Y/n just the usual okay?” I wrote it down even though I had it memorized. A black coffee and one glazed doughnut. “Aye aye, captain.”

I got started on his coffee while he was going through some type of file. I put it in front of him and see what he’s going through. “You are in the CIA, no offense but wouldn’t you be like a kindergartener at our age to them?” He looks up at me a little caught off guard. “I tested very high in ninth grade.” That sounds very real. “Okay, then I should be in the same place I was the highest tester in every grade in eighth grade.” He gets a puzzled look. “Really?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean,” I questioned in defense with my hands on my hips. He realizes what he insinuated by accident. “Not that you are dumb I know you are very smart.” I now think he was just trying to save his ass from hot coffee being poured on him. “How?” He glances down at my textbooks. “You’re studying to be a lawyer a public self-defense one at that so that’s how I know. And even if you weren’t you are working every day for the future which I would know is important. I’m… sorry if I made you think otherwise.” I accepted his apology but he wasn’t off the hook yet. “Tell me your name then.” He was baffled. “What?”

“Yeah if I’m going to be serving you coffee for the perceivable future and you are truly sorry I would like your name.” “I can’t do that I’m a CIA agent.” I picked up his cup and canceled the doughnut. “Ok well have a nice life, sir.” I step away and head back to the back doors. I can hear him sigh and mumble something under his breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this it’s five.” I turn back with a smug smile. I put the coffee back and lean down to him.

“What was that I couldn’t hear you?” He rolls his eyes and answers me. “It’s five.” “Five as in the number?” Five I guess, huffs. “No Five as in the letter, yes the number.” I go back to my standing pose. “Hey Five you just apologized for being an Ahole so watch it, and I like it ‘Five’. ” I said as I put my hands up like it was a headline. “Yeah yeah whatever.” He jokily waved me off. “So what else can I get you Five.” Oh, I was so going to use his name as much as possible.

Five and I had been having fun being sarcastic Aholes to each other but we knew not to push the limits. This night I was very stressed because I had a major test the next day and just couldn’t obtain the information. Five walks in on the dot with his usual snarky attitude. “Hey, waitress I can’t wait forever.” Of course, he was kidding, and had only been thirty seconds since he walked in. “Not in the mood Five,” I said without looking away from my textbook.

“Oh come on you know I can’t function without the best coffee in the world.” I gave him a side eye wanting to blow him off but when I looked in his deep brown eyes I couldn’t say no. “Fine, just so you dont act like a cranky old man again.” I go over to pour it when he looks at my textbook. “You have a test tomorrow?” I sigh and walk over shuffling a little.

“Yes, I do, that I’m totally going bomb that it’s not even funny.” He’s confused. “Why, you are one of the best students in that class.” He stated so straightforwardly with no question. It felt… good when he did it was different than when my friends or parents said the same thing. “For some reason, I can’t get any of the practice questions right.” I pointed at the sheet of questions. “I’ll help you study.” 

I was a little shocked I mean we were friendly but I didn’t know we were friends. “Five I can’t ask you to do that I’m sure you have an important CIA thing to do tomorrow or whatever.” He chuckles at my little jab. “You didn’t ask I’m offering, so better fill up that pot and sit down because you are going to pass this test.” I sit down across from him. “Thank you Five.” 

“Yeah yeah don’t say I never did anything for you.” 

I had the coffee fresh pot made and an extra glazed doughnut laid out when Five walked in. “What’s this- Whoa!” I threw my hands around him hugging him. “Thank you thank you thank you!” He seems unsure but then hugs me back. “I’m assuming that it went well.” I lean back with my arms still around him.

“Top of the class thanks to you!” For the first time, he gives me a genuine smile. “Good.” I then notice the tension between us I awkwardly let go and try to change the tension. “Um, I have everything ready for you. I got to go to do something I’ll be back.” I quickly scurry back to the doors I think about that moment and how it shifted how I saw him. Fuck I think I like Five.

It had been a couple of months after that moment and that I think I like Five has now changed into I know I like Five. So how the hell was I managing this crush good question, I wasn’t. Every time I looked at him my stomach did flips and would not stop. 

One day I was whipping down a table when a guy walked in and sat down at the bar. “Hi there what can getcha you.” He looks around like he was seeing something nostalgic. “Wow, it looks just like the other one.” He muttered. “What was that?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing I’ll talk a vanilla latte and chocolate eclair.” He then looks at the nametag. “Wait are you Y/n?” I look down I mean I think I am. “Right silly question my brother talks about you all the time. You know five.” Five? These two are brothers? “Five is your brother? And he talks about me?” 

“Right that does sound a little silly with how young he looks- I mean is, we are all adopted and my name is Viktor.” He holds out his hand and we shake. “Well, that makes more sense now.” I laugh. “Yeah he talks about how you want to public defense lawyer and how happy you make him so I wanted to thank you it’s been a while since he’s had a good friend.” Right friend what else would we be. “Of course but he can be a…” He finishes my sentence. “An asshole.” “Yes.” We both laughed.

Before I realized it had been six months since I first met Five and it was also Christmas the dinner was being decorated with a disgusting amount of Santas and jingle bells but I liked it reminded me of home. Five walks in an hour late. “Five you are late is your old mind finally catching up to you,” I smirked. “Ha ha, no I had to do something.” I was turned and there was a present on the counter. “Aww Five are you going soft on me.” “Just open it before the sun rises.”

I pull back the paper and there is a jewelry box. I opened it and there was a handmade bracelet. “Uh, I can take it back If-” He reaches for it. “No no, I love it thank you.” I go around the counter to hug him. This time tighter than last to show him I truly loved it. We let go slowly and he puts his hand on my cheek and we lean in. The kiss was slow but still passionate his lips a little chapped but still soft somehow. We let go and put our heads against each other giggling. I looked up and there was mistletoe. “Well, Five we just turned into a Hallmark cliche.” 

“I’m fine with that I’m just sad I didn’t do it sooner.” “Oh really, how long.”

“After I helped you study and you hugged me, Y/n I like you It’s just I’ve really never had a healthy relationship before to be honest I’m a little scared.” 

“Well it’s the same for me Five but we will figure this out together.” “Can I kiss you again?” I grip him by the tie and pull him down into another kiss. And I can’t help but think all this happened because of coffee and sarcasm.

To me, that's how you do a romance. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

[ciainahere]

A Second Chance

Viktor Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Viktor reconnects with one of his past lovers

>>>Part 1

A/N: hey ya'll.......

"CIA IT'S BEEN WEEKS" IKIK IM SORRYYYY. i've been so busy with school and dance like yall... I HAVE NO FREE TIME. infact. i have hw im supposed to do to being doing rn... ANYWAYS enjoy!!!

"Can i get a-" "Shirely temple" Viktor already started making Y/N the drink before she finished her sentence. "Thanks." Y/N looked down at her hands, the silence between them was tense. Everyone could feel it. Viktor set down the drink carefully in front of Y/N. "So are you going to Digeo and Lila's kid party?" Y/N asked taking a sip of her drink "You remembered that?" Viktor looked at her confused, then remembered how much Digeo and Lila's kids loved Y/N.

So much that they called her their aunt every time he brought her over. "Of course i did! I love those kids like my own." She giggled reaching inside her bag. Seeing her smile was comforting to Viktor, he hadn't seen her smile since that day. "Here. It's a gift for the birthday girl" Y/N handed Viktor a small jewelry box that had a spinning ballerina inside. "You should come" Viktor blurted out still looking at the box.

"Viktor. You can't even look me in the eye and you want me to come to your niece's party."

She was right. Viktor refused to look at her. He knew if he did those feelings would come back. He didn't want them to, he didn't to hurt her.

Like he hurt Sissy.

"V.. Look at me." Viktor's heart fell at the nickname. He looked up struggling not apologize for everything and try to win her back. "It- uhm. They would love to see you.. They miss you.. so do i" The last part wasn't meant to me said, but Viktor couldn't help it. All he could remember was the moments they shared. And how she loved him. "You miss me?" Y/N whispered looking into Viktor's eyes, she was scared to find the same coldness that she found the last time they talked. "I do." Viktor smiled sightly hoping that she missed him too. Y/N blushed looking down at her hands trying to hide her smile. "God i hate you and that smile" Viktor giggled, feeling more comfortable he step forward. They were both staring at each other not knowing what to say next. But the silence was comfortable.

"Do maybe want to.. hang out." "Viktor you left-" Viktor interrupted her "I know i did. And i won't sit here and act like i didn't hurt you but.. i just.. I don’t know…” Y/N looked at Viktor wondering why she felt so bad for him.. he’s the one of left. He’s the one who broke her heart. So why did she still love him.

“Okay. Friends.”

A/N: Ik this is short but I felt bad for keeping yall waiting😔 I’ll try to update on weekends but DONT EXPECT ANYTHING😜

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Diego moodboard??? pleaseee

you didn’t specify what classification so I went with little!diego

- little diego hargreeves moodboard -

��� caregiver digeo moodboard here

[mangoshorthand]

Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 10 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates)

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

There's some good news among all the bad, but can you still go on your 'date' with Harvey leaving Five like this?

Badly constructed scientific paper below. Proceed at your own risk

Chapter 10: Ditrico Pilot

Five was tapping away furiously in the IT department when the sound of gunfire erupted through the suspended tile ceiling.

“Shit. Those morons.”

“We gotta go help them,” the desktop was the room’s only light, illuminating Viktor’s face in a ghostly hue, “Do you have anything?”

“Nothing.” he said, through gritted teeth. “Not a fucking thing. I need more time!”

At a particularly deafening crescendo of automatic gunfire, Viktor pulled at him insistently.

“Come ON, Five.”

“I told them to wait.”

With a yell of frustration, Five allowed Viktor to pull him away, blinking out of his grasp when he heard Luther yell.

With a stroke of luck, Five appeared directly behind one of the gunmen crouched behind a desk, taking him by surprise. The guy and his comrades were suited and booted in a way completely alien to all their expectations: all wearing body armor like a goddam SWAT team and shooting to kill. Five broke his neck in less than a second, ducking behind the desk himself and taking the guy’s gun (an M4…for a soda company?).

Five popped his head out for the barest of seconds to take stock of the situation. Viktor entered via the stairwell, pressing himself immediately against the wall and behind the cover of a supply cabinet. There had to be twenty guys. Five ducked back behind the desk as Viktor’s eyes turned white: a targeted blast exploded through the room and took two of them off their feet. When the wave passed, Five blinked to Luther and Sloane.

“You guys Ok? What did I say?!”

Sloane, levitating a flailing goon, turned back to him,

“You’re gonna say ‘I told you so’- now?”

“FIVE!”

Luther’s panicked shout warned him just in time, drawing his attention to the guy on the floor with his gun aimed at Five’s chest. Five blinked across the room before he could pull the trigger.

When he re-emerged by the water-cooler, he felt impact that made him jerk his shoulder a little, but nothing else; he was intent only on getting rid of these guys and getting the fuck out of here. He raised the gun he took from the first one and shot the guy on the floor before spinning to aim at the critical mass of a guy a little behind him. After taking him down, he blinked again outside into the stairwell to regroup.

And then he felt the ache and the familiar rush of adrenaline. He was hit. He looked down to discover thick, dark blood soaking his shirt. He unbuttoned it hastily to inspect the damage. It wasn’t good but wasn’t bad either. The sight of bone worried him but he’d recovered from worse without the benefit of antibiotics. His ever-increasing pulse brought more and more blood. His mind, used to this, took on the ice-cool state necessary for survival. Ripping his shirt off the rest of the way, he tied it around his shoulder and the gaping maw in his chest, going under his arm and pulling as tight as it would go.

Patched up for now, he re-joined the fray, taking two guys out on his way to cover. He was planning his next move when flashing police lights from the windows caught his eye.

“I'm aborting this! We need to get out of here- now! ”

“Agreed!” came Viktor’s voice from somewhere in the room.

Digeo: Good news. Forwarded to 5 but thought I'd post here

It's the group chat, childishly named 'Umbrella Assholes' by Klaus. Below this new message is screenshot. It's an email from Holbrook. You only have to read the first sentence and you're already gaping.

Dear Parents and Guardians, Yesterday, we were informed of some good news by Ms Johnson, mother Alyssa. Following a scan earlier this week, Alyssa's doctors have confirmed a total and complete remission of her glioblastoma in response to treatment...

You type a response with fumbling thumbs, aware that Diego and Lila don't know everything that you all know.

Me: Wow! That's amazing. She looked so ill when I saw her!

It only takes Lila a couple of seconds to respond.

Lila: they'll need to do a shitload of monitoring but they're saying she'll be back at school soon 🤞🏽

Well…that’s something. At least Santi will be happy. It's so out of the blue- was the tumor shrinking even when you saw Alyssa the other day? When she'd looked so weak?

You sit by Five's side. He’s covered with sheets but Sloane had judged it best not to move him for the time-being. 

All the family have stayed overnight and intend to while Five is still ill. Occasionally through the night and this morning following, they had been to share your vigil. During Viktor’s two hour stint giving blood, he’d told you what happened.

“We found nothing. We got in ok and he’d got some way into hacking one of the main IT desktops but we didn’t even know for sure if anything would be on there. Their security is insane; took us by surprise. None of our reconnaissance suggested there’d be that many.” 

He’d sounded a little bewildered, like he was trying to justify it to himself.

“He’d just blinked away from one guy and right into the path of another one’s bullet. Into his shoulder from the back. Just a total accident. He wasn't even aiming at him.” he’d taken a swig of Gatorade, meant to keep his strength up while blood was being taken, “It was a mess.”

“They’ve got full armed security for a soda’s head office?” you shake your head, disbelievingly.

“Yeah. That's what makes me think we nearly had something.” As he looked down at Five, he’d continued, “We got out ok. He’d tied it up fine and he was conscious for most of the drive back. He just lost too much blood by the time we arrived.”

Sloane had reassured you he’d be ok. His face had regained some of the color it had lost, his paleness no longer death-like, but that he's still ill is obvious. He hadn’t really been conscious since the transfusion. A few times he’d groaned in pain, tried to tug at his I.V line or mumbled nonsense. You’d held his left hand down on these occasions, not wanting him to do any harm. Sloane, apparently trained in general medical care by Grace, was taking on the lion’s share of treatment decisions. She had been checking on him periodically and had seemed pleased with his progress. She didn’t expect him to regain true consciousness until at least tomorrow.

Late that afternoon, you’d been holding his hand, stroking his long fingers with your thumb and reading to him from Persuasion. Reading from the page he’d marked after Captain Wentworth’s letter, finishing the book and then started again from the beginning.

“Hey.”

You'd turned to see Klaus standing behind you.

“How’s he doing?”

“The same. I’m not sure if he can hear me or not.”

Klaus had looked at Five doubtfully.

“Oh…that sucks.”

He caught your eye, not speaking but mouthing exaggeratedly and making gestures like a bad game of charades.

“Me-” (he pointed to his own chest)

“-and you-”, (he pointed to yours),

“-should go-“ (he mimed walking),

“-talk-” (he snapped his thumb and fingers together like a crocodile)

“-in there,” (he pointed to the direction of the next room.)

So you'd followed him there out of Five’s possible earshot.

“Very subtle.”

“Just call me the master of mystery. Are we still on for this evening? With Harv.”

“Honestly, I’d completely forgotten.”

“Yeah. Not surprising. But I think you still need to do it.”

You’d looked through the door at Five. He’d got like this because he’d wanted to get to the bottom of it. But to leave him, like this, to effectively go on a date with another man? And this after plotting with Klaus just to get back at him?

“I can’t leave him.”

“But is there a better gift you could give him when he wakes up?”

“But if Alyssa’s cancer is gone, could it mean that-?“  but you were clutching at straws and had known it.

“Not sure that's a risk we should take." he sat down on an opposite chair, “He’s recovered from worse than this. You’ll be back before he even wakes up.”

"I...can't."

Then, Klaus had turned uncharacteristically stern - it was the hardness that all the Umbrellas can show on occasion: the one their father bred into them so ruthlessly.

"This isn't just about some pretty revenge on Five. There are still three dying kids; we made a commitment to them whether you like it or not."

As you met his eye, he'd softened, his usual self coming back as quickly as it had been overtaken. 

"If it makes you feel better, I can stay here until you get back. You don't exactly need me for this. I won't leave him, I swear. I'll...read him sudoku puzzles or whatever he'd like. Or I could read him that book?"

You'd smiled and sighed, thinking it over. 

"...Okay. I'll make it as quick as I can. No appetizers, no dessert. I'll get in, get the files and then get out. Even if I have to climb out of the bathroom window."

Klaus had put a warm, reassuring hand on your shoulder

"Good for you. Just be careful."

As you left the room Klaus picked up Persuasion and picked up where you left off. He gave Anne, the heroine, an accent best suited to a plucky cockney orphan.

On the way up to get changed, shaking your head at Klaus, you met Santi in the entrance hall. Hitherto, he’d been banned from the medical room. You’d all been concerned that seeing Five like this wasn’t beneficial to him.

“How’s Uncle Five?”

“A little better,” you smile at him, hiding your own misgivings.

“Good. Mommy called and said Alyssa’s better too!”

“Yeah- she’s feeling better but they’ll have to keep an eye on her,” you’d been wary of getting his hopes up about this. Sudden spontaneous remission of a deadly brain tumor seemed a little too good to be true.

“When she’s back at school, me and her and Anthony are gonna play together.”

“Who’s Anthony?”

“My friend.” he grins up at you and scuffs the tiles with the sole of his shoe.

“You’ve never mentioned him before. Is he a new friend?”

“Yeah. He was lonely so I went to ask him to play and he said yes. Now we eat lunch and play at recess.”

“You do? That was kind.” As careworn as you are, you can’t help but feel warmed by this, so you put a hand on his shoulder.

“You told me to.” he says, shrugging. 

“Yeah, but you chose to do it. I’m really proud little man.”

You had to sneak out of the Academy; down the fire-escape from your bedroom window. This was not easy dressed in a skirt and heels, but you’d managed well enough and only a little rumpled from the experience. Hailing a cab down the street, you’d felt a squirm of regret and guilt as you were driven away from Five, where he so needed you.

Now, you’ve arrived at the restaurant to find Klein standing outside waiting. He’s dressed smartly but you note that he isn’t carrying anything. You’d expected files so this was concerning.

He greets you, giving you a light hug and an air-kiss on the cheek. This is fine. Suitable for a ‘date’ between two people who don’t know each other too well. As he takes your elbow and steers you inside, however, you find yourself less comfortable. That’s a little too intimate.

You try to keep up your slightly flirty, fawning act, but you were preoccupied, your mind floating back to Five; his horribly pale face and livid wound. Luckily, Harv was a little too engaged talking about himself to notice your momentary lapses in conversation. Once he’s had a couple of drinks and your meals have arrived, you think it’s an acceptable time to mention the info:

“So, tell me how it went!”

“Jeff really came through. I don't think he knows how explosive what he's given me is. Never was too smart." he laughs, topping up your glass of wine from the bottle, “You were on the money. Mystery ingredient and everything.”

“Wow! Do you have…files or a pen-drive or whatever?”

“Digital and hard copies.” He winks.

You wait. When he doesn’t reply, you ask: “So…can I see them?”

“I left them in my car. I’ll hand them over after dinner. I didn’t want to ruin the meal with too much business talk.”

You smile, trying to mask your annoyance. Every minute with him is another minute away from Five. Harv continues to talk about himself: his career, his workout routine, what he said that made everyone laugh in a meeting that time, his favorite watch brand...

You answer politely, trying to seem interested. He eats so slowly. His mouth is otherwise engaged with the endless talk, so you end up with your plate cleared before he's half done. He breaks off when he notices you're no longer eating.

"Oh, I love a woman who clears her plate. I can't stand those girls who pick at a meal."

"...Thanks...I guess?"

Is he saying you're fat or 'not like the other girls'...or is he saying you're fat and not like the other girls? Of these options, being fat is  by far the best.

He laughs, "Oh, no I absolutely mean it as a compliment. You're...refreshing. So. What do you do in your spare time?"

Oh my God. A question about you?

"I'm a reader."

"And what are you reading right now?" he looks at you knowingly.

"A book called The Language of Buildings. It's at the cross-section of anthropology and architecture- it's about how buildings were a common language before mass literacy. Pretty interesting-"

"Ah- I knew you had a brain in your head. Thought you were going to say some godawful chick-lit romance novel."

Jesus fucking Christ...

"You're telling me you've written off an entire genre because women like it?" 

You hastily smile to mask the bite in your voice.

He holds up his hands in mock surrender: "No, I stand corrected. You're right, of course."

But his voice holds the certainty that you're not. 

When his plate is finally clear, you find yourself waiting impatiently for the waiter to come over. You'd rather argue all day with Five than be treated like a princess by this type of twat.

“Wow, I’m stuffed,” you say, trying to put off the idea of getting dessert before it forms in his head.

“Yeah, such great food. Good choice of restaurant.”

“Thanks.”

“You know," he takes a slow sip of his wine, "I’ve really enjoyed my time with you tonight. I feel like we click well.”

“Thanks,” you say again, trying to toe the line between quelling and encouraging him. Until you’ve got the files, you have to play nice 

After a coffee you’d drunk far too fast while he nursed his, you were finally able to pay the check and go. Outside, you'd said:

“So where are you parked?”

“Just across the road.”

With some misgivings, you’d followed him to the basement floor of a quiet multi-storey. As you walked together, his hand founds its way uncomfortably into the small of your back. Now, beside his car in the almost-empty parking lot, you're standing a little way back from him and beginning to get a bad feeling.

“Well, I’m excited to see these,” you say, trying to speed him along.

“Hold on a second. Otherwise I’d think you were only interested in the information.”

You laugh nervously. Perhaps you'd overdone it on the flirting. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You're alone at night in a darkened parking lot with a strange man who may have got the impression you want him. Erring on the side of caution, you let your tone sound a little cooler:

“Yeah, I had a great night.” 

He leans towards you, his arms moving to hold yours and you step away, unwittingly moving closer to the car.

“Er- no. I-I-don’t kiss on the first date.”

“Come on now. You’re a grown woman.” 

He grabs your wrists and moves his face towards yours again. You try to back off but you’re backed into the car.

“No!”

There's a man with his hands on you. Moving you. Maneuvering you. Taking away your agency. You smell your own blood pooled on the shitty carpet as you lie with your head under the table. Monroe looms over you, about to wrench your chair onto its legs again-

And then Five’s training kicks in. You twist your wrists in Harvey's grip and raise your knee, using it to push him firmly away from you, freeing your wrists. He stumbles back a few steps and rights himself

“Ahh! What the fuck?"

He brushes his torso down, looking over at you like you're something nasty on the sole of his shoe. For a moment, you're sure you hear the sound of someone shuffling in the shadowy corner behind you- or maybe it's the blood still rushing in your ears. Harvey reaches into his pocket and unlocks his car.

"N-no. Harvey! I'm sorry! I-"

"Just...just forget it.”

As he goes to open the drivers' side door, you feel your chance slipping away. You can't let it.

You raise clasped hands high and bring them down decisively on his head like a cudgel. It's perfectly executed: he crumples, slumping onto the asphalt with one leg in the driver's seat footwell. 

And there's the movement again: running footsteps behind you. You turn, still in a light-footed, hands-raised defensive posture. You're poised to fight off whoever might have been watching you from the shadows. Hell, maybe you even want to. 

But it’s Luther. You relax and turn your face warily back to Harvey.

“What are you doing here?”

“Wondering what my brother’s girlfriend's doing...sneaking out wearing high heels when he’s just been shot." His face is dark, voice shaking with suppressed rage. "Turns out she’s been seeing another man who tried to get too handsy.” 

“I’m-"

“He NEVER left you. When you were ill. He nearly killed himself just for the chance to save you. And this is what you do? This is how-” his voice fails him. He just throws his arms into the air with an angry growl, "and you'd cheat on him? You know what he’s been through! It’s-"

“It’s about JUICED!” you yell, panic and guilt squirming in your stomach as you clamour to justify yourself. Even so, part of you feels this was a betrayal... 

“What?”

“That guy. He's an ex-JUICED employee with a grudge. He says he has files on the mystery ingredient. I went on a date with him to get them.”

Luther looks down at Harvey and then back up at you. The explanation doesn’t seem to compute.

“Klaus and I- we’ve been working on it together. Only I think we’ve fucked up,” tears of regret and frustration come to your eyes, “He said he’d stay with Five so that I'd come. But I don’t think he really has them. I think he was bullshitting to try and get me into bed. I'm fucking stupid.”

You aim a kick at Harvey’s ribs. He’s still out cold.

“Oh.”

“He said they were in his car but I think that was just to lead me here.” you wipe your eyes. Luther walks over and puts his arm around you. He's heartfelt, if a little awkward.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I know that you-” his voice trails off “let’s check the car anyway. Just in case.”

You dip your head into the vicinity of the drivers seat, a foot either side of Harvey. There's nothing in the glove box. As you feel under the seats, Luther's voice issues from the trunk.

“This looks promising.”

You look over to him. He's holding a brown file folder, tilted open. You nearly hit your head as you pull it hurriedly out of the car. Stepping smartly over Harvey, you rush to Luther's side.

“There’s papers and a stick drive in here too.”

You hold out your hand for the file and Luther hands it over. You pull out the first document: Holbrook Elementary: Ditrico Pilot

Back at Five’s side with a jubilant Klaus, you both pore over Harvey’s documents. Luther leans against the wall, observing with folded arms.

“I can’t believe it worked.” He shakes his head, as if to underline this, “We did it, all thanks to your tits! Go team!” You slap him five but shoot a guilty look at Luther. Returning his eyes to one of the documents, Klaus squints.

“Di-triberyllium colloid..." Klaus tries, tripping over the words, "I just don’t know if I can understand this compound if I can’t pronounce it."

“It’s probably why they shorten it to Ditrico.”

“It seems like old Cinco was onto something though,” he pats Five’s uninjured left shoulder, “The cancer seems to be accidental. There's no mention of it here. They probably didn't know.”

“Yeah.”

“They were just seeing if they could use some Frankenstein-chemical to make kids feel thirsty unless they drink JUICED every day…which of course is fine.”

You let out a snort of laughter: "it doesn’t rate very highly on a list of excuses.”

Klaus looks down at Five.

“You know, I’d have loved to rub this in his face, but when he’s out cold you forget what a dick he is.”

You grin,  "We should probably at least wait until he’s conscious before we really let him have it.”

You reach out and stroke his hair.

“Hey guys, can you step back? I need to change his dressings.”

You and Klaus get off the chairs and join Luther against the wall as Sloane pulls Five’s sheets back. Slowly, carefully, she exposes the partially stitched wound and begins to apply saline.

You hear a horrified gasp from the door behind you:

“UNCLE FIVE?”

You step in front of the gurney, as a pyjama-clad Santi tries to crane around you,

“Honey, stay back. He’s fine, he’s just got a sore shoulder. Auntie Sloane is helping him.”

But he dodges around you, and suddenly he’s clinging to Five’s head in as tight a grip as he held Alyssa. Five groans from the heavy contact.

“But he’s hurt!” Santi sobs, “He’s-really-hurt!”

Klaus intervenes, trying to prise Santi’s hands from Five’s head,

“You’ll hurt him even more, little guy! You-”

But he stops. You all stop. Klaus has spotted what the rest of you have been staring at.

Five's wound.

It's knitting. Visibly. As if fibres of sentient flesh reach for each other. Tendrils twist and stretch and cling, like plants growing in time-lapse. The movement is ghostly.

“Sloane…scissors” you manage. The area of stitching she added is starting to stretch the healing out of shape, puckering the flesh. She cottons onto your meaning immediately and cuts them carefully. When she’s done, there’s no evidence the wound was even there. The threads pull away from unscarred skin like dental floss.

You all stare. If not for the blood still dried on his skin, you might have believed you imagined the whole thing.

Then, you all turn to look down at Santi. He lets go of Five’s head and steps backwards, mouth agape.

“…Did I do that?”

You speak first.

“Biological matter…you can replicate…biological matter!”

Before the weight of this can truly settle, Five sits up.

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[masterlistmaker]

Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist- The Umbrella Academy Works

Works are sorted by ship/reader

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Got you (male!reader)

Second best

Digeo Hargreeces x sister!reader

Missed you

[real-tua-facts]

Did you know: You’ll need a calculator for this one! Multiply Diego’s number ranking (2) with the amount of episodes there are in season 2 of TUA. Divide it by 5, then subtract 3. If you calculated it correctly, you would’ve gotten the amount of times Diego was stabbed by his dad.

[diegohargreevez]

possibly the dumbest thing I’ve made yet

[fuckreggiehargreeves]

Sparrow Academy Patch(?)

funky boxes(?) at the top

a bird

knives (axe? hammer? sword?) crossed.

eye on a red background

legitimately no clue what that last symbol is. mask? black hole?

words. doesn't look english? not the same ones as the umbrella academy one.

[coffin-up-a-lung]

Sometime after how ever many apocalypses Five had to stop that the show is planning, he sat down with Luther and Diego who were watching the movie ‘Cast Away’ with Tom Hanks.

He was horrified with how accurate the film was. He found himself far too emotional at the point in the movie where Chuck lost Wilson. Diego might’ve noticed at some point, so after he dragged Five away to talk about it. Five ended up talking about the importance of Dolores to his brother, how she was like Wilson in the movie.

Maybe Diego pulled Luther to the side to ask about Dolores, where he confessed to threatening Five with her in s1 of the show (when he held her out of Five’s window while Five held the gun). Diego was understandably angry with Luther, which led to some whisper-fighting in the hallway.

[jpnriikicore]

── digeo hargreeves

it’s always nice to see you

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[fiveyahargreeves]

Am I the only one who thought of this?

[reggie-endless]

Am i the only one who had notice this?¿

[breanime]

I'M SOBBING, MY SISTER DID A DIGITAL PICTURE OF DIEGO HARGREEVES AND BILLY RUSSO FIGHTING OVER ME I LOVE HER SO MUCH

[glocksikes]

when all the brothers stepped in to donate blood for allison warmed my heart