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blushingbucky · 3 years

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seven | diego hargreeves

pairing: diego hargreeves x f!reader

word count: 996

summary: oh, to be seven years old again, playing with you in the weeds.

warning: contains minor season two spoilers

author's note: hello everyone! it's been a while, hey. this fic was inspired by Taylor Swift's 'seven', hope you enjoy :)

Please picture me in the trees, I hit my peak at seven feet

In the swing, over the creek, I was too scared to jump in

But I was high in the sky, with Pennsylvania under me

Are there still beautiful things?

Diego didn’t have many happy childhood memories.

He had Grace, beautiful Grace, always there, always a comfort. He had Ben, always there with the science to carry out his wild ideas. Reprogramming Allison’s Teddy Ruxpin was only the beginning of their adventures. And you, best of all. He had you.

Even now, decades and miles away from home, he thinks of you. The only thing mental asylums were good for, thinking and dreaming. He closes his eyes to push past the barriers of distance and time, to wrap his mind around the memory of you. Seven-year-old you, your twin braids and big smile with missing teeth.

Sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you

Your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn

Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long

The sound of your war cry comes to him at night (or day, he can’t tell,) chasing imaginary sea monsters with one hand over your eye and the other swinging a stick like a sword. The look on your face when you slipped in the mud, pretty pink skirt blackened with damp earth, and you brushing the dirt off your knees before running off again. The feel of your little hand in his, running away from Grace when she called you back to the Academy.

Your laugh, bubbling from your mouth like water from a bubbler. Your pants, clutching your side with your hands when you’d exhausted yourself from running and climbing and laughter. Was there anything more beautiful than you? Would there ever be another partner-in-crime, co-captain, best friend he could call his? Surely never. There could never be anyone to replace you, his everything. His past, the present, the future he dreamt of.

How all the more crushing it was when you were ripped from him, screaming and begging as your parents shoved you into that car and vanished.

And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates

Then you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet

And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on

He couldn’t hold onto you, hand gripping yours like a lifeline, sweat slipping between your fingers and sliding apart. Reginald’s hand on the back of his collar, ignoring his pleas, your parents trying to coax you away with the promise of new friends in your new town.

You were no fool, not even at seven. “It’s not gonna be the same, Mama.”

Yet still you wondered, “Why can’t he come with us?”

There was only one answer, Reginald’s only excuse: “Number Two needs to focus on his training. He no longer has time for your… frivolous games. He’s missed enough lessons as it is.”

But you, stubborn you, mustered all your courage and spat at his feet through your tears. Looked him right in the eye, and screamed, “His name is Diego, not Number Two!”

And that was it. The final straw. Diego found himself being yanked back, choking against his clothes. Dragged back into the Academy, door slamming shut behind him. The click of the lock audible even to you, and your father led you back to the car, your mother buckled your seatbelt. Foot to the accelerator and you vanished, sobbing and screaming for him in the backseat.

Your tears dried, eventually. His, too. And you both moved on, but never forgot.

Please picture me in the weeds, before I learned civility

I used to scream ferociously any time I wanted

He promised to never forget you, and he kept that promise. For a while, you were a photograph in his pocket that he could look at any time he wished, a mantra to help him survive the missions and training and competition. He clung to your memory, clung as hard as he could. But despite his best efforts, your picture faded over time, colours yellowing, blurry and faded.

You promised to never forget him, and you kept that promise. You could never forget the shy little boy, who stumbled over words but held your hand tight. Who matched your imagination with his own, devising new worlds and stories. That little boy, so desperate to please his father, so desperate to be the best.

Your memory led you to the Academy that day, fingers clinging to a sticky note and eyes staring up at the haunted building. It was because of him, because of your search for him that led you there that fateful day. The day everything changed. The day Five fell too far into the future and couldn’t go back.

Sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you

Diego will never forget the day Five returned, never forget the words that left his brother’s mouth. I found someone in the rubble, Diego. I think she was looking for you.

And he held out that slip of paper with your delicate handwriting, and Diego read your goodbye. I’m so sorry for leaving that day, Diego. I should’ve fought harder for you. Forgive me.

None of his siblings could console him, and he couldn’t reach you in time, couldn’t find you in any hotel and spare room.

You’d slipped through his fingers again, and he lost you for good.

Pack your dolls and a sweater, we’ll move to India forever

Passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long

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awesometheydontknowiamhere · 4 years

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Oh Mi Princesa

Summary: David receives a package with the script for Umbrella Academy Season two and is very excited to start filming soon. Reader decided to make his evening even more special, fuelled by David’s use of Spanish.

Fandom: David Castaneda

Pairing: David Castaneda X Reader

Words: 829

Warnings: Smut. Serious oral happening here. 18+.

Requests: Yes, by a lovely anon who properly challenged me with this one:

“can you write some david castañeda smut in which he talks dirty to the reader in spanish,,, i don’t have a plot line but just make it hOtt af ??”

Author’s note: I apologize in advance for all the Spanish errors in this fic. I will not make any excuses here, I barely speak Spanish, but I’ve tried to make this as sexy as I could. Enjoy.

For people like me, aka, people who don’t speak Spanish, I am including the meanings of all the phrases I’ve used.

Mi princesa- My princess

Oh Dios mio- oh my God

Mi reina, eso se siente tan bien- My queen, that feels so good

Mi alma- My soul

mi Corazon - my heart

gracias, preciosa- Thank you, beautiful

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“Hell, yeah!”

You looked up from your book to see David grinning with a brown package in his hand.

“Y/N, mi princesa, look what I just received in the mail. The script is here for season two,” he said, his eyes wide and glowing with excitement.

You leaped up from the couch into his arms, tackling him to a nearby armchair.

“That’s incredible, Papi. I am so happy for you. Now I am going to see more of you, all strapped with leather belts and all sexy and buff.”

You placed a congratulatory kiss on his lips, your hands on his shoulders. David deepened it further, his hand snaking up to your neck, holding you in place as he coaxed your lips apart with his tongue.

Your tongues fought for dominance, but he won the fight as he gripped your hair, the rough gesture dumbfounding you for a minute.

David moved his hands to your waist and repositioned you directly over his growing erection.

With just a pair of sweatpants and thin cotton underwear separating your cores, you felt him, maddeningly close yet so far.

He was busy attacking your neck with little nips from his teeth, emptying your mind of all thought, but his incredible dick.

You pushed yourself off of him, ignoring the confused look on his face you sank to your knees in front of him.

A smirk later your hands went to the drawstring of his sweats. You pulled the fabric down and his dick sprang out. You leaned forward and David nearly held his breath in anticipation.

Not breaking eye contact, your tongue shot out from between your lips and licked a long, uninterrupted, wet stripe from the base to the tip of his dick.

“Oh Dios mio,” whispered David, and a switch flipped within you.

You were used to him conversing in occasional Spanish, but hearing him like this, made you hungry for more. With the singular goal of making him lose his inhibitions and let go in Spanish, you retreated your tongue back into your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

David’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he let out a groan.

Despite being with him for several months, his girth always surprised you, especially when he was in your mouth.

You took a deep breath, placed your hands on his thighs, and slowly started to bob your head.

“ Mi reina, eso se siente tan bien. Fuck, baby.”

You moaned around his cock and he involuntarily bucked into your mouth at the sensation.

“Nene, keep that up and I will come in no time,” he said placing his hands on your arms with the intention of bringing you to your feet.

“Hands off, Papi. Today is about you, let me making you feel good.”

You wrapped your hands around his cock, moving them in a rhythmic motion. Your mouth joined the party and keeping a firm grip on him, your tongue softly assaulted the tip which had started forming beads of precum.

His hands gathered up the hair away from your face as he intently watched his dick disappear between your lips. He enjoyed the soft pressure of your palm, eliciting soft moans every time you squeezed a bit harder.

You were loving his hands in hair, steering you, dictating your speed ever so gently. You took a deep breath and sank deeper onto his cock, trying to get as much of his length as possible.

His tip hit the back of your throat and you faltered for a second and like a warm glove it tightened over his cock.

“Oh princesa,” he groaned. His breathing turned slightly erratic and he was slowly losing control.

His hips bucked of their own accord and he fucked your mouth hard and fast. You sat with your jaw slackened, giving him as much room to fuck you as you could.

He was close and you could feel it in the way his cock twitched in your mouth when he stopped for a second to give you time to breathe.

Frantic whispering of your name followed a string of Spanish expletives filled the room. You let out a deep moan, his cock vibrating in its wake.

He pulled out of your mouth and rose to his feet. You turned to face him, to the sight of him vigorously pumping his cock.

You tilted your chin up and streak of warm liquid sprayed across your face. David gasped out and another streak painted your chin and your lips. A couple more shots later, he collapsed on the armchair and you reached for the tissues and mopped up your face.

He held a hand out and you grabbed it, curling in his lap.

“Mi alma, mi Corazon, he said as he kissed your forehead, “ gracias, preciosa.”

You hummed out a smile, a feeling drowsiness washing over you. You snuggled further into him and promptly fell asleep, the last thing you registered was a chuckle from your beloved David.

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multi-fandom-imagines8 · 4 years

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Highschool Crush

Request: Could I request a fluffy David Castaneda/ Diego Hargreeves imagine? Reader was an exchange student at his high school & he had a massive crush/ fell in love with her but they lost contact after graduation- they reconnect years later when he goes to Paris ( maybe for a trip or something ) & he confesses how much he’s loved her/ hasn’t stopped thinking about her? Requested by @apprendreamaimer.

Request: Could you do a diego hargreeves x reader which he catch you dancing in the kitchen and confessing his feelings. Requested by Anon.

A/N: y/f/s= your favorite song.

Word Count: 1082.

When you came to the american highschool Diego was the first friend you made. He told you about his life and fascinating adventurous stories about catching the bad guys. He’d show off with his knife throwing skills and how long he can hold his breath under water. You started to have a crush on him but you knew it’s best to stay friends, since you’re only there for a year.

Instead of staying in a hotel or with another family, he offered you to stay at the Hargreeves’ house and you accepted.

After getting used to the Hargreeves, it started to feel like home and you were comfortable around them.

One day, you were cooking in the kitchen and your favorite song came on the radio so you started singing along. What you didn’t realize is that Diego just entered the room.

Of course he didn’t say anything, instead he just sat there and watched as you danced and sang. That was the moment he realized he was in love with you, but he didn’t want to ruin your friendship and it was only a couple of months left before you had to go back home, so what use could it be?

“Diego! You scared me!” you put your hand on your chest as you turned around and saw him sitting there staring at you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. You have an amazing voice. I didn’t know you could sing” he complimented.

“I can’t. I usually sing when I’m alone, so no one could hear me”.

“You should sing more often. You’re gifted”.

“Thank you. Want some pancakes?” You offered.

“Definitely”.

—-

The day you left you couldn’t find Diego to say goodbye, which saddened you.

After you were gone, Allison asked him why he didn’t come knowing that you’re leaving. In which he replied saying that he couldn’t bare to say goodbye to you since he was in love with you.

His siblings tried to encourage him and told him that it’s just a high school crush and it’ll go away once you stop talking to each other.

Whatsapp and Messenger didn’t exist at that time, so you’d either talk on the phone which costs a lot or via Email.

Life got busy as both of you were preparing for the final exams and graduation. Then university and then the contact was lost between the two of you

Years have passed and you forgot about him- not entirely but it was so long ago that you haven’t thought about him. The same goes for Diego.

—-

It was a rainy day and you had forgotten your umbrella at home. You tried calling your best friend, but the rain was pouring hard that it was impossible for you to use your phone. You started running towards the nearest shop you could find to take shelter from the rain when you bumped into someone.

“je suis tellement désolé” (I’m so sorry).

“c'est bien. And that’s about the french I know” (it’s fine) he chuckled “Y/n Y/l/n?”.

“Diego Hargreeves. Long time no see. How long has it been? Ten years?”.

“Actually eleven. How have you been?”.

“I’m great. How about you? Still working for your dad and fighting crimes?”.

“No, I’m working alone now. He died” he informed you.

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss”.

“Nah, it’s fine. He was a douchebag anyways and I hadn’t had any contact with him for the past 9 years.

“Wanna maybe uhm go inside?”.

“Oh, yeah, sorry” he noticed how wet you were.

“So what brings you to Paris, the city of love?”.

“Wanted to get away for a bit”.

You talked for hours and hours and didn’t even realize it was so late.

“Vigilante, huh?”.

“I wouldn’t call it that, but yeah”.

“You still got those sexy knives of yours?”.

“Yup. Wait, sexy?”.

“What can I say? I like knives”.

“That makes the two of us”.

“One sec. Hey, what’s up?” Your friend was calling you.

“I was worried about you. You said you’ll be back in half an hour. It’s 10… p.m”.

“Shit! I didn’t realize. I saw an old friend of mine and we were catching up. I’m on my way”.

“Worried boyfriend?” Diego asked.

“No, it’s my friend. We live together and I was out to hand over something for work and then we bumped into each other and now it’s night. Crazy, right?”.

“Yeah. I couldn’t help but listen in, you need a ride home- well, technically a walk home?” He chuckled.

“It’s fine. You don’t need to worry. I live like ten minutes away”.

“Still, it’s dark and I’d be worried anyways”.

“... sure. I could use the company”.

—-

“So that’s your apartment?”.

“Yeah. Thank you for everything, Diego. I really enjoyed our time together”.

“Me too… hey, there’s something that I’ve been planning to tell you” he finally got the courage to speak up.

“Yeah?”.

“The thing is that I fell in love with you years ago. I remember the moment clearly. I was going to the kitchen to grab something when I heard your angelic voice. Y/f/s was playing on the radio and you were dancing, singing and making pancakes. You offered me some and those were the most delicious pancakes I’ve ever tasted. I tried to forget about you. I even let our friendship go. It worked for a little while but every time I see a couple or hear the word love, I always think about you. And when I saw you again a few hours ago, I couldn’t believe my eyes. You brought all those feelings back. And when we talked it’s like you never left” he confessed.

“Why didn’t you come to say goodbye to me that day? That was the only thing you thought of at the moment.

“I couldn’t bare it”.

“And why are telling me all of this now?”.

“Because I realized this is my second and might be my only chance and I don’t want to spend another minute without you”.

“You know, I also had a crush on you when we were in highschool, but I was only there for a year so I figured it wouldn’t help to tell you”.

“What about now?”.

“We’re both adults. We can handle what comes in our way”.

He leaned in to kiss you and it started raining again.

“Or I’d like to think so. Wanna maybe come inside?” You broke off the kiss.

“Definitely”.

Tags: @blathena @steeeeverogers @shymagicsworld

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blushingbucky · 3 years

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stay with me | diego hargreeves

pairing: diego hargreeves x gender neutral!reader

word count: 1.1k

requested by anon.

summary: you’re there for him. you’ll always be there for him.

author’s note: I really loved this prompt and who doesn't want more of angsty season one diego? let me know what you think!

You could hear the muffled shouts from Diego’s bedroom, your only solace in the overbearing Academy.

The Argument of Grace raged on, and on, and on. Was Grace really a threat? Had she truly evolved into her own independent being? You weren’t sure, but as Diego’s partner, you were inclined to agree with him. It was only out of obligation you met his siblings; while you’d grown attached to Klaus and Vanya, it was Grace you truly wanted to know, to meet. She was more than a caretaker, more than a vacuum cleaner to be thrown in a closet.

She was Grace. Diego’s mum. His only comfort in an abusive home and prison of second-best. But to you he was first, the only calm in your storm. And to him, you were everything. The escape from competing for favourite child, the anchor in his tumultuous waves.

Diego walks with gentle footsteps to meet Grace, guilt threatening to swallow him whole after she heard the last whisperings of dispute. It starts with a “Mum, we need to talk.”

And her reply, ever the slightly-oblivious caretaker, twists the knife further in his chest. “Okay, but only for a minute. I need to finish this cross-stitch.”

Diego knows he shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t provoke her, but he has to know. Needs to know if she’s a lie spun by his father, another web to ensnare little Number Two in another competition. “Everything you did for us when we were kids… for me… why’d you do it?”

The real meaning lies unsaid. Was it because you loved me?

Her smiling answer sounds like a lie and before he can stop it, before he can hesitate, he wonders aloud, “Is that you saying that? I mean our father, he made you. When you think something, is it like he’s telling you what to say?”

The real meaning lies unsaid. Is your love for me a lie? Is it a trick by my father, even in death?

And he knows Reginald is gone, but all he can see in Grace is him. The thought of Grace reciting a script concocted by Reginald’s twisted imagination churns his stomach, breaks his heart. She didn’t do anything wrong, but she’s just a cog in the machine that is the Umbrella Academy.

“It’s okay if you hated him” falls from his lips, and Diego wonders where the thought came from. Hands shaking as he lowers into a crouch, eyes soft and heartbroken. “We were just tools in an experiment to him. Nothing more. So I’m saying, I would understand if… you know, if— if you wanted to hurt him.”

There lies the real meaning. Did you kill him? Are you dangerous? Have you truly evolved?

“Now, now. Mr Hargreeves was a great man.” Grace relays the practiced speech, listing Reginald’s accomplishments as industrialist, inventor, Olympic gold medalist and suddenly Diego can’t take it anymore. Can’t stand the awe in her eyes at the very mention of the cruel, cold scientist.

His fingers clamp down on her shoulders as he stands, half-hoping to shake her awake to the truth. He can’t stand her praise of the devil. No more will he lie to himself, no more will he hope for redemption.

Diego’s long given up defending his father, and now Grace must do the same. She has to feel something, he treated her worse than anyone and in all those 30 years, she was never given a room to sleep in. Not even a change of clothes.

Her eyes sadden and for a moment Diego dares to dream. Maybe she’s changed. But as the familiar, oblivious smile returns, the small bloom of hope in his chest withers. He lifts his gaze to look at the “just paintings” and with a final sigh, he turns and walks away.

. . .

The house is quiet in the aftermath of the fight, and Diego finds you in his room. “Come with me. I need you for something.”

“What is it?” lies unanswered as he leaves the doorway as fast as he arrived. More questions burn in your mind but you stand from the bed and follow him. You find him in Grace’s corner of paintings, feet having just reached the landing when he begins to speak. The intimacy between the pair and the expression on his face is enough for you to hang back, to watch the scene unfold.

Her humming’s interrupted by Diego’s soft concern, gloved fingers on her shoulder a reassurance.

Watching on, your own confusion matches hers. What is Diego doing? Why did he need you? What will happen to Grace? Once Diego settles in front of her, the answer dawns.

He’s going to turn Grace off. Eyes of horror meet sorrowful, and you know he doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to believe she’s dangerous, doesn’t want to entertain the thought that his mother never truly loved him. But he must. For the sake of his family and Grace’s own safety, Diego must turn her off.

And it hurts.

But he must.

With a shaky breath, Diego cuts down her arm with a knife, exposing the wiring and intricacies of the machine that is Grace. Her confusion can’t deter him from the task, can’t stop him from reaching in to slow the steady whirring.

With water building in the eyes you fell in love with, he whispers reassurance over soft sobs and quivering lips. “It’s gonna be o…”

And now Grace understands, giving him the encouragement he’s always gained from just her pride in him. He’s still a child when it comes to her, when it comes to his speech. “Remember what we worked on. Just picture the word in your mind.”

It’s enough for him to manage, “It’s gonna be okay, M… M-Mum.” The whirring slows and fades, the cross-stitching limp in mechanical fingers.

He can’t believe what he’s done, and you rush forward from your hiding place to wrap your arms around him. Diego’s limp as he falls into your arms, knees collapsing to the ground as he sobs. Your kisses to the top of his head, his scar, his cheek are gentle and wet as your own tears run. It’s heartbreaking and it’s not fair and there’s a broken boy in your arms.

There’s a broken boy in your arms and you don’t know how to put him back together.

The tears eventually fade, and red-rimmed eyes meet your own as Diego grips your arm for comfort. “Will you st… st-stay with m… m-me? You— you’re... you’re all I ha-have, now.”

Tears threaten his eyes again, and their depths are full of anger and hopelessness. His stutter’s showing and your heart just breaks for him because it was she who’d given him perseverance, given him the words to picture in his mind. How could you possibly leave him now?

In the cupping of your hands against Diego’s cheeks lies your answer, fingers quick to swipe away the tears. A heavy heart and gentle lips press against his forehead, whispering “Of course, my love. Always.”

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