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Dating Allison Hargreeves Would Include...

Request: Hii! Love your fics could I request dating Allison hargreeves hc? They're aren't much fics about her 💕 and with female reader? And season 1 & 2 of TUA if that's cool!

Thank you so much for the request! I’ve actually written dating hc for Allison and a female reader for season 2 which I’ll link here, so I’ll do season 1 now! Please comment if you enjoy!

As Agnes’ adopted daughter, you were familiar with the absolute wild and crazy world that the Umbrella Academy inhabited. From the counter behind Griddy’s Doughnuts, where you helped your mum run the shop by taking orders and doing odd cleaning bits and bops around the tables, you were also pleasantly familiar with said members of the Academy.

One girl, in particular, had caught your eye. And from the way her brother (although you weren’t 100% sure of their names yet, you could recognise him as the one with red, misty eyes and a blunt usually hanging from his lips), kept nudging her and making lude comments/ loud ‘oooh’ noises at her whenever they snuck in for some late night treats, it wasn’t hard to piece together that she may be becoming fond on you as well.

‘Allison, will you just ask her out already! God, I can’t stand these weird googly eyes and your drooling any longer.’

‘Klaus for the last time, I will rumour you to shut up.’

The first time she had read the name printed onto your uniform, Diego kept on rolling his eyes, because every time he swivelled over to ask her something, or to try and steal a bite from her jam filled doughnut, she had her fingers pressed to her lips with a smile, repeating your name quietly to herself as if in reverence.

A lot of the nights, Agnes would be grinning to herself as she wipes down the display counter, watching as the girl from the Academy places her elbow on the countertop to lean closer to you, chatting away as if the world never existed, and nothing else mattered. Especially not closing time, which has come and gone nearly an hour ago.

Allison had found that being in your company was the only time she ever felt truly happy. Truly herself. Truly, truly, as if she mattered, and she didn’t even have to use her powers to make you ensnared with her every word - you nodded along eagerly with every syllable she spoke.

When she decided to leave the Academy, and decided to go pave her way in stardom by becoming an actress, she took you out onto the Academy roof and made you a promise that night, under the stars.

Her hands were shaking as her fingers bumped against your own where they lay against the chilled tiles. She took a shaking breath before quickly removing them, instead reaching up slowly to collect your hair and wrap it around the side of your shoulder. She takes a necklace out of her pocket, a small, rose gold heart with your initials carved on, and links it around your neck.

It was a promise, she told you, with so much sincerity and faux confidence that it nearly broke your heart. It was a promise, that she would come back one day when she had earned enough money, and would take you away to anywhere and everywhere you wanted to go in this world.

Fast forward to the present day, and the two of you have been dating for about five years now, Allison coming back to New York to find you once she turned 26 years old.

She LOVES to treat you. When you text her to let her know you’re on your way back home to the apartment after work, she jumps out and sneaks out to go to the bakery and bring you back a huge box crammed to the full with sweet treats. Or if you have an early shift, you’ll wake up by reaching down to grab onto her hand (she always falls asleep with her hand clasped securely over your waist, she can only feel at peace when she knows that you’re at least somewhat safe), only to find emptiness and cold sheets on either side.

Turns out, when her head peers past the bedroom door a few moments later, a bright grin on her face and clothes slightly damp from the morning shower, she had been careful not to wake you up as she got up half an hour earlier than you to go and buy your favourite coffee.

Be ready for loads of laughter and foreheads pressed together with eyes squeezed closed in bliss - especially when she takes you out shopping. The two of you hold up hangers in front of the other’s shoulders, giggling as you press your chin into her shoulder and wrap the glittery feather boa you had grabbed from the sale rack around her neck. She leans over, trying to press a few thousand kisses against your cheek, but misjudged her strength and accidentally sent the two of you flying backwards into a few clothes rails that topples over.

Lots of coffee dates, where she spends the whole time giving you puppy dog eyes over the table, rubbing the knuckles of your fingers. She just gives you her everything, her full attention, just happy to sit there and listen to you tell her about your day and just to love you completely.

When the two of you exit the café, you sigh to see the hazy rain splattering the pavements like polka dots. Getting ready for a soaking, your eyes widen in surprise as you look over and see Allison shrugging off her leather jacket. Wrapping it around your shoulders, her touch is almost unnoticeable, so soft and tender and caring as her fingers caress your shoulders, tucking you into her side and not letting go as she walks the two of you home.

When either of you have had a rough day, she likes to turn her old record player on, humming gently to herself as the needle begins to scratch the vinyl of some old 80s song she had stolen from Luther’s bedroom all those years ago. She’ll grab your waist, giggling as she pulls you into her hip. With one hand gently running up and down your back, she reaches for the other one and holds it out to her side, twirling the two of you around until you’re dizzy and the two of you collapse into a heap on the sofa.

The two of you have to share her small bed when she goes back to the Academy for her father’s funeral.

When she’s back home, she LOVES to cuddle up to you. She’s partial to resting her head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat lulling her to sleep - it’s really the only thing that gets her through, especially after a long day of having to deal with her siblings.

Although, you have to admit, the thing you love most is teasing her about all the posters she has of herself on her wall. She only turns a bright shade of beetroot when you find a doodle she had drawn of you pinned up to her vanity mirror.

When Diego gets too much, you always know she’s exhausted and frustrated by the way her high heels pummel into the ground, seeking you out from where you sit soaking in the strange decorations and family portraits of the Academy’s living room. She just flumps down next to you, laying her head on your lap and groaning in thankfulness as you begin to run your fingers over her hair.

She wakes up to find Klaus, wearing one of her old leather skirts, perched beside you as he kneels on the floor. Turns out the two of you had decided this was the perfect time to paint her nails.

Feeding her chocolate raisins, her nibbling your fingers to try and make you laugh with each bite. Diego accidentally walked in one, and fake gagged before turning on his heel and storming out again to find Luther instead.

Crying yourself dry, and staying beside her side the whole time when Vanya cuts her throat. You just stay by her bed, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and gripping her hand tight in your own, hoping the love of your life will open her eyes soon.

The first thing she does, of course, when she sees your concerned and fearful eyes widening at the sight of her waking up, as struggle to a sitting position before kissing you with a light groan.

She refuses to let you leave her side after that - too afraid of something happening to the one thing in this world she couldn’t live without. The only part of her that she honestly cared about.

When the two of you said your love was timeless, you really didn’t expect it to be so so literally.

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