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perseephoneee · 4 months

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Ice-scating with Diego Hargreeves please 🥺

ice skating (diego hargreeves x gn!reader) ficmas 2023

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 3 of ficmas!

a/n: sorry this one is so short, but i hope it still brings all the holiday fluff vibes that are necessary.

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Diego glared at the ice skates in his hand, looking at the rink currently populated by families, teenagers, and even the geriatric population. He didn’t want to ice skate. He didn’t want to be here at all. Except that you wanted to ice skate because “the-world-is-ending-and-if-we’re-all-going-to- die-I’d-like-to-do-this-with-my-boyfriend-once.” He had never been that good at turning you down. He just also wasn’t that good at ice skating. You, on the other hand, were a freaking angel. Diego couldn’t peel his eyes away as he watched you glide across the ice, smiling. You even managed to turn backward and let the skates take you. He hadn’t seen you laugh in a long time. You ended up sliding right over to him, hands stopping your motion against the wall as you stared at Diego sitting on the bench.

“Are you going to ice skate or what?” You raised a brow, looking at your boyfriend in amusement.

“I’m working on it.”

“You’re terrified, aren’t you?” you chuckle, poking him in the shoulder as he swats you away.

“I’m not,” he snaps, letting out a huff of air. “Just…never done it before. Don’t want to embarrass myself,” Diego mumbled. You leaned over and took his hand in yours, your mitten-clad hand enveloped in his own.

“You won’t embarrass yourself; you have me,” you smiled before gesturing back to the ice. “Plus, Klaus is embarrassing himself all on his own.”

True to your word, Klaus was prancing across the ice like no one's business. It's not that he couldn't skate (he was excellent). He was acting like he had taken shrooms before getting on the ice. Knowing Klaus, he likely had. His arms were wiggling around as he balanced on one leg and spoke out loud the whims and wiles of the ice. You were glad he was having fun, even though Diego was annoyed that Klaus had invited himself (again) to another one of your couple activities.

“Please? We can get hot cocoa after,” You pouted, and with an eye roll, Diego finally relented. He tied on the skates and wobbled to a standing position, hobbling over to the entrance. You held out your hands, reorganizing your stance so you could support him if he started to fall. Diego slipped a little as he grabbed the wall and your hand, a panicked sound leaving him. “You gotta bend your knees, don’t freeze up.” He let out a hiss, which made you laugh, but he hesitantly moved one foot in front of the other, letting the ice carry him around the perimeter. You skated right next to him, reaching out occasionally to keep him studying. Eventually, he started to relax, and you smiled as he got the hang of it. Diego laughed excitedly as he let go of the side wall. He even whooped as he made his first lap without any help. By the second time around, you skated and grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers with him.

“Thanks for indulging me,” you said, looking up at Diego. He could be a stubborn ass at the worst of times, but he always made you feel supported in ways you hadn’t experienced before in your life. Diego brought your enjoined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm.

“Ice skating is pretty cool,” Diego admitted. “Manly, since it has blades.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you chuckled, waving as Klaus circled you. To cause mass chaos, which you were starting to think was Klaus’ mission in life, he reached out for Diego’s open hand and dragged the two of you behind him. This didn’t work out with the intended effect and instead led to all of you sprawling across the ice like a hockey accident.

“Klaus!” Diego growled, reaching to beat up his brother. Klaus rolled away, sending an apology as he skated away. Diego crawled over you like a starfish on the ice as you lay. “Are you alright?” You smirked instead of answering, grabbing the front of Diego’s jacket and kissing him.

“I’m perfect,” you laughed. Diego kissed you again before helping you up, letting you lean against him as you shuffled over to the side of the rink. “Should we get hot cocoa now?”

“Oh, yes, please,” Diego huffed, helping you off the rink and holding your hand to the hot cocoa stand the entire time.

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swanimagines · 6 months

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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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.

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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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.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

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.

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oscarisaacsspit · 1 year

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he’s just like me fr

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years

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Diego: y/n, why are you on the floor crying?

y/n: this book is sad

Diego, picking up what they were reading: y/n this is my diary.

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x y/n #diego hargreeves imagine #tua #tua x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader

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samdeancass · 2 months

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Make It Count

Requested by @acing-dyslexia with prompt #16 from Sentence Prompts: "I'm going to beat you until you can't remember you're own name." "I'll give you one hit. You better make it good."

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Characters: Diego, Y/N

Description: Y/N is taken by an old enemy of Diego's and when he comes to their rescue, he makes the kidnapper pay.

If you were honest with yourself, you expected to be kidnapped considering who your boyfriend was and who his family were. What you didn't expect, however, is to be kidnapped by somebody you knew.

You were sat in the middle of a darkened room, the only light coming from the small window at the side of you. Your wrists were sore and slightly bleeding from the constant writhing to get out of the ropes. Hearing footsteps coming closer to the door, you sat up straight and put on a stoic expression before your kidnapper entered the room.

"Hello, Y/N. How lovely to see you again." Your eyes widened as your childhood best friend stood in front of you. "Bradley? What the actual hell?!" He chuckled as he walked towards you and knelt down in front of you. "Well, Y/N, it turns out that your boyfriend and I have a rather large rivalry with each other. He keeps beating down my illegal dealings and to be honest, I've had enough."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "OK, let me get this straight. Diego is doing good in this world by taking down whatever illegal shit you're doing and you've decided to take me as a way to teach him a lesson?" Bradley smiled at you and tapped your cheek. "Well done, you're catching on." "Well, I want to know something. How did my sweet best friend turn into a full-on criminal mastermind?" He smirked at you and stood up. "That's a story for another day I'm afraid. It seems as though Diego has made his arrival."

A huge smirk spread across your face. "He is going to kick your ass. It was the worst mistake taking me." Bradley made his way behind you and wound a gag tight around your head before pointing a gun at your head. A loud scuffle sounded outside the door and a pang of happiness rang through your body. You weren't scared in the slightest, you knew what Diego was capable of and you knew that he wouldn't let Bradley hurt you.

The door swung open and Diego pushed one of the guards in, ripping his knife out of their chest. Spotting you in the middle of the room, his eyes widened a little but you nodded to signal that you were alright. "You have 3 seconds to move that gun away from their head before I beat the shit out of you."

Bradley pushed the gun further into the side of your head, making you wince a little. Diego growled and Bradley chuckled at how quickly he was getting to him. "Now, now Diego. No need for violence. I just want you to stop interfering with my work. It's getting really annoying and I need to live, ya know?"

"I wouldn't have to interfere if your work was legit but what you're doing is hurting people and it needs to stop. There is no way I'm going to let it carry on." Diego gripped the base of his knife tightly in his hand as he spotted Bradley moving further beside you. "Well, then, I suppose Y/N here will have to say goodbye won't they?" You heard the click of the gun right in your ear and you closed your eyes, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Before Bradley could shoot Diego threw the knife at the gun and knocked it out of his hand, causing Bradley to stumble back in surprise. "I'm going to beat you until you can't remember you're own name." Diego stalked towards Bradley as if he were prey, a sinister smirk on his face. "I'll give you one hit. You better make it good." "Don't worry, it will be."

Diego swung his fist back and put all of his power into the punch, knocking Bradley completely off his feet and to the ground. Diego climbed on top of him and grabbed the scruff of his shirt. "If you ever touch Y/N again, or even think about them, I won't be so easy on you. I won't just beat your ass, I'll kill you. Understand?" Bradley nodded his head, clearly scared. Diego laughed before swinging his fist back and connected it with Bradley's face, knocking him out cold.

Diego got up and ran over to you, cutting your binds from your hands. You took the gag out of your mouth and smiled at your boyfriend, who offered you his hand to help you up. "You alright? Did he hurt you?" "No, but I did know him. Turns out he was my childhood best friend." Diego raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I will never understand the things that go through these guys heads."

He kissed the side of your head, swung his arm over your shoulders, and walked you out of the building. "Wanna go for food? I'm starving." You rolled your eyes and chuckled before getting into your side of the car. "Trust you to be hungry after beating a guy."

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves fanfiction #diego hargreeves fluff #diego hargreeves angst #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy fanfiction #the umbrella academy fluff #the umbrella academy angst #sentence prompts

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miss-galaxy-turtle · 2 years

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Diego calling himself daddy......oh they know that they're doing to me

#diego hargreeves #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #tua #ua #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x reader

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mayfieldss · 2 years

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Lucky - Diego Hargreeves

Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, violence, injured reader.

AN: Some scrap of best boy Diego idk.

"It's okay to cry, honey" The words of Diego, your partner in crime burned against the silence as he tended to your wound. He knew it hurt, more than you would admit, and he was trying his best to be gentle, but when tending to that of a bullet wound, such things came to be difficult.

"Don't patronize me Diego"

"I'm not patronizing you" Your leg screamed, pain ripping at your thigh with the force of a thousand stray cats hungry for a fight, but you were still just as feisty as you'd always been. Diego loved that about you, but it certainly made you hard to help. "You know, I could just leave you here to bleed out and die".

Diego watched your face contort in both pain and contemplation, "Your big boy hero complex is too strong for that". God, you made it hard to like you, yet somehow, Diego did.

"I don't have a big boy hero complex".

Diego listened to you snort as he wiped the blood from your leg. He was surprised at how you let him help you, having expected the all too famous 'I'm fine, I can do it myself'. He was beyond shocked you hadn't broken his nose yet, and that was nowhere near an exaggeration.

"You do have a hero complex, it's ninety percent of your personality Hargreeves".

"Okay," Diego admitted, allowing himself a small nod "I might have something of a hero complex, but isn't ninety percent of me".

Diego hadn't expected the smile that formed on your lips despite your pain. He knew you were trying your best to stay calm, despite the situation and he tried his best to stay composed himself.

"Seventy percent".

"How about thirty percent?" as much as he hated giving into your teases, Diego couldn't help himself. If a bargain would take your mind off the bullet in your thigh, the blood pouring from your body, so be it.

"How about fifty?" You still held your smile, but your voice was shaky with pain, as was expected in the least.

"Okay so maybe fifty percent of me is a hero complex, so what?" Diego glanced down at your injury, barely visible through smudges of blood. He tried his best not to panic at the sight, but it really was a lot.

"Tell me the truth Diego, how bad is it?".

"How would you feel if I told you a hospital trip might be in order?".

There was a short silence before a loud groan escaped your lips, making Diego wince. He knew what you would be thinking, the exact same as him. He'd made up a story in his head, what they would tell the nurses and doctors when they headed in to get you stitched up.

"You have the worst kind of luck"

Your eyes were still screwed up tight, head resting on the wall of the alley you lay in. "Don't you think I know that Diego?".

"Okay" Diego let out a huff, his efforts to fix you up doing no good for either of you. "Get in the car, we're going to the emergency room".

You groaned in response but allowed Diego to assist you to the vehicle. He knew well enough you would never hitch a ride in an ambulance so, Diego braced himself for a week of cleaning your blood off his seats.

The drive there was not easy, every bump in the road causing you to yelp out in pain despite yourself, but soon enough Diego was slamming on the brake, your destination no more than a few feet away.

"Can I have some help over here?" He knew you hated the attention, the eyes of those that most likely had been waiting hours to see a doctor or even nurse, turning in the direction of his voice only to catch sight of someone who no doubt would be attended to before them.

You left a trail of blood in your wake as you were moved to a private room, as to which nurses set to work on professionally fixing up your wound. Diego couldn't deny that he'd made a mess of it.

"Sir?" a nurse turned, facing Diego with the politest of smiles. Her blonde hair tied back in a bun, uniform pristine white. Diego thought she looked like something from a horror movie. The untrustworthy doctor’s assistant that led you to your death. "Would you mind? This might hurt". The lady gestured toward your hand and Diego understood the assignment he had been given, though he wasn't sure you would let him carry it out. The nurse had clearly never met you, nor had to experience your wrath.

You must have seen his wary eyes, wondering if he should indeed follow through with what had been asked of him, because you grasped his hand quickly, tugging him over to you. "God just hold my hand, I'm not that scary".

"You most definitely are".

"Shut up- oh Jesus Christ!" The nurse without warning had begun rubbing at your wound with disinfectant, you squeezing Diego's hand tightly in response.

"What were you saying?" He couldn't help but tease, knowing you would do the exact same to him if the roles were reversed, though in truth he was just trying to cover for the fact that he wasn't used to seeing you in so much pain. It scared him, as much as he hated to admit it.

"I will stab you Hargreeves, I swear on my-" you were cut off again as the nurse once again gave no warning, starting upon sewing up the wound. A string of curse words left your lips, tears springing to your eyes that you couldn't push down any longer.

Placing his free hand on your shoulder Diego gave it a light squeeze. "Look at me, it won't hurt if you look at me".

You turned, locking eyes with the umbrella academy graduate only to release a low growl "It still fucking hurts Diego".

"Let me kiss it better". Diego puckered his lips at you, hoping for a laugh or even a smile to ease your pain, but of course you weren't that type of person.

"If you even try such a thing, I will burn your lips off".

Diego smirked at that, taking notice of how your time spent sending him fake threats took your mind off the pain. Soon enough, many curse words later, you were stitched up and told to wait for paperwork, a wheelchair, and the official go from the doctor. Diego stood beside you, still holding your hand despite it all being over. The best part was that you hadn't told him to let go.

"You, okay?" Diego let the question slip, watching as you nodded slowly eyeing your stitches.

"Thanks" The word came in a mumble, but Diego heard you just fine, trying to hide his smile as you avoided his gaze. Diego then let himself lean forward, pressing a short kiss to the top of your head. There was a silence to which Diego thought he would be beaten half to death for such an act, but you simply sat there still grasping his hand.

"My lips are still intact it seems".

You glanced his way, a small grumble escaping you "They won't be if you keep talking".

"Oh my god" Diego's eyes widened, the realisation dawning on him. "You liked that didn't you?".

You let out a small "No”, but he'd caught you appreciating his affections and had no intention of letting it go. It was the one time when he hadn't been beaten half to death for caring about you, he wanted to make sure you knew how much that meant. He also wanted you to admit that you enjoyed such care.

"You like holding my hand".

"No, I don't".

"Then why won't you let go?".

There was silence, you avoiding his gaze once again before you heaved a sigh.

"If I admit that I don't despise you, will leave me alone?".

Diego nodded, smile on his lips "I don't think you want me to leave you alone, but sure".

You were quiet for a moment, looking toward the white basin in the corner of the room "I like holding your hand Diego Hargreeves, but you better not let it go to your head".

"Too late for that sweetheart" Diego was grinning from ear to ear, eyeing you closely, and for a mere second, he swore he saw a smile threatening to spill upon your own lips. This he didn't mention however, believing you'd had enough teasing for today. In a few days from now, Diego would bring it up again, but for now he was content with the fact that maybe you liked him just as much as he did you.

AN: it's unedited scrap hour

TAGLIST GENERAL: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads

UMBRELLA ACADMEY TAGLIST: empty :(

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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i don’t know if you know the song “until i found you” by stephen sanchez but i feel like diego hargreeves would dance to it with his s/o

bonus points if they dance to it after he comes back from the sixties (with everything that happened with lila) and said “i would look for you in every timeline”

maybe i’m just in my melancholy feels idk anyways

He’s been doing with you for days now, your long haired boyfriend who wouldn’t talk about where he’d been. He wraps you up in your arms in the candlelight of your flat and sways with you, humming along to the music from your radio, always tuned to an old jazz or motown station. But tonight was different, a new song on the radio. One that was romantic and about falling in love and finding someone. You have so many questions, but it’s so hard to ask in the midst of all this romance. He’s laying it on thick, and there’s gotta be a reason.

“D— please let go of me,” you ask quietly, and immediately his hands are off you.

“Are- are you okay, babe?” he asks, eyes wide with concern.

“I am,” you stress, “but are you? Don’t get me wrong I love all of this but, why? Why the dancing?”

You move to sit at your dinner table, wooden chair scraping against the floor as you do. He remains standing.

“I-I-I-I guess,” he trails off.

You wait patiently for him to get back into the sentence. You always do. He loves that about you.

“I mean… I’m not so good with words.”

You know that.

“I just want you to feel the way I feel about you. No one could compare to you. You- You’re just, like… light in the darkness. Just glad I came back to you.”

Compelling, you’ll admit that. You’ve felt more loved these past few nights than you have in a long time, but… Something about what he said stuck out to you.

“Diego, were you… comparing me to anyone?”

Oh he’s caught, just by the look on his face. The color leaves his complexion and he kneels at your feet.

“Y-Y-You gotta know… I looked for you in every timeline, every instance, even ones before you were born. I watched the world end so many times without you by my side. Then I met someone.” He pauses, waiting for you to smack him in disbelief or tell him to get out. But that never comes.

“In the sixties. You would have liked her.”

Like hell you would have.

“She wasn’t you. Couldn’t hold a candle. I never stopped wanting you, or searching. I figured it out, my feelings for her are just platonic. I was confused and lonely. Thought… Thought I’d actually lost you forever.”

And you thought you’d be madder at a confession like this, but somehow, you just feel warm. Through everything, years of Diego’s time, he still looked for you; even though your last conversation was an argument.

“How hard did you look?” you ask, hoping he picks up on the fact you’re half teasing him.

He rests his head on your knees, hands gently massaging your calves as he speaks.

“Every record, broke into a few police stations. Broke into a different version of your place.”

“Did you suffer? We’re you lonely?” you ask.

“Loneliest man in any reality to everyone exist.”

You reach down to pet his hair, and he leans into the touch.

“Then it’s okay, D. You don’t need to go looking anymore. I’m right here.”

He grabs you tighter, as if to prove that to himself.

#diego x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Head Rubs & Naps: Diego Hargreeves

The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

word count: 600

description: There are very few who Diego can be his true self around and luckily your one of them.

You sat on the couch reading your Che Guevara book as the sounds of Nirvana played softly in the background when the front door to your apartment opened and closed. A few seconds later you saw your boyfriend Diego enter the living room making you smile.

"Hi my love, how was work?" You asked looking up at him.

"It was exhausting, but I'm glad to be home with you finally." He said laying down and placing a kiss on your lips and taking a seat on the couch.

"I don't know why you do this every time but go change because you'll end up falling asleep and then complain in the morning that you were uncomfortable." You said making him groan.

"But babe..." He whined making you laugh.

"Fine don't do it, I'll just take my head rubs somewhere else." You said shifting yourself so he could no longer lay on you.

"You wouldn't dare." He said.

"Try me." You threatened fighting a smile.

"Fine." He said standing up and stomping to your guy's shared room.

You went back to reading your book and a few minutes later you heard him approaching the living room making you look up. Instead of usual leather getup, he now wore a pair of pajama pants and a tank top.

"Better?" You teased.

"I hate when your right." He mumbled as he climbed on the couch and laid between your legs.

"Hmm I'm sure you do." You mused as your started running your hair through his hair and gently messaging his scalp.

"Is this the unplugged album?" He asked as Lake Of Fire played through the speakers.

"Yeah it is, do you want me to turn it off?" You asked him.

"No I like it, this is just my first time hearing it." He said snuggling into you.

"Hey love, do you think you could read to me until I fall asleep?" He asked you.

"Of course I can." You said.

You started reading the next page of your book to him as you ran your other hand through his hair. After reading a few pages, you looked down and saw he sound asleep with made you smile.

"Get some rest my love." You said leaning down and placing a kiss on his forehead before going back to your book.

About thirty minutes later you felt yourself start getting sleepy so you bookmarked your page and set it on the table before shifting a bit so you could get comfortable.

"You know we should just go to the bedroom, if your tired." Diego mumbled.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up." You said feeling bad that you woke him up.

"It's okay, let's go to our room and get some proper sleep where you can be comfortable." He said standing up and picking you up.

"But I was enjoying have you laid on me like an octopus." You said.

"We'll know you can be the octopus and lay on me." He said gently setting you on the bed as he closed the curtains and climbed into bed.

"Now come here octopus." He said making you laugh as you crawled into his arms and got comfortable.

"You know I love you right?" He asked running a hand through your hair.

"As long as you know I love you." You said sleepily.

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves fanfiction #diego hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy x #tua fanfiction

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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hey can i get Diego Hargreeves with your allowed to be weak you know from the comfort promt please

Diego couldn’t speak, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t function. He could only sit there on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands as that anguish raged through him like a wildfire. It hurt, he was used to the physical pain but this the mental agony, it was all too much.

You sat down beside him, and he raked his hands through his hair before placing them on his lap, his palms rubbing up and down the fabric of his cargo pants as he grasped the harsh material underneath his fingertips.

“I’m fine.” He told you, averting his gaze. “I’m fine.”

Your hand came to rest on his, your fingers entwining, and he stared down at them like they were a foreign object, like he wasn’t sure if you were going to hurt him or not.

“You are allowed to take a moment.” You said softly. “You are allowed to be weak.”

“N-n-n-o.” he stuttered, the letters falling over each other in a bid to roll of his tongue. “I-I’m n-n-o-ot.”

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves

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inkstainedfingers-n-bellyrolls · 2 years

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diego comes over when you’re sick

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x GN!plus size!Reader

Summary: pretty much exactly what the title says lol

Word count: idk, less than 1k I think

A/N: heyyoo it’s been almost a full year since I posted anything and now here I am ✌️😛 so gonna be honest, I’m not completely happy with how this turned out. But I wanted to post something after so long, and I realized that I just needed to go ahead and post the fucking thing or else I was never gonna post it or delete it full-stop. So *gestures vaguely* here ya go lmao.

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You hear the sound of a key sliding into the lock and your head snaps up, suddenly wide-eyed and alert. You watch in horror as the front lock turns, the doorknob twists, and the door begins to open. You throw yourself off the couch, sprinting for the door.

“Hola, mi vida,” comes Diego’s voice, “I was just — unf!” You both grunt loudly as you collide with the front door, slamming it shut in your boyfriend’s face. The impact reverberates in your joint, and you groan from the ache. Still you turn the lock, secure the chain across the door, and latch the deadbolt just to be safe.

“You can’t come in here!” you yell hoarsely through the door.

There’s silence on the other side, and you can feel Diego’s bewilderment. “Yeah, I missed you, too, baby,” you barely hear him mutter dryly to himself.

Your phone rings on the couch where you left it. You turn to snatch it off the couch, and see your boyfriend’s contact picture along with his name on your screen. It’s a rare moment of Diego when he’s finally relaxed, his muscles no longer tensed like a wire stretched too tight. In the pic, he’s got his hands on your soft waist, face buried in your neck. You can just barely see the hints of a smile curling the corners of his lips. As for you, you’re beaming brightly into the camera, your full cheeks and genuine joy an infectious sight even months after the picture was taken, and your chest feels warm as you swipe your thumb across the screen to accept his call.

“Hi,” you answer sheepishly.

“Hi,” he replies, drops of amusement coloring his voice. “What are you doin’, baby? You gonna let me in?”

You sigh heavily, letting your head fall back. “You can’t,” you say, your voice verging on a whine. “I’m sick.”

Diego’s demeanor shifts, and you can hear it in his words. “What? What do you mean? W-What kind of sick are we talkin’ about here?”

Your heart twinges with the concern evident in his voice. He’s always so loyal and protective over the few people he cares about, even over the simplest matters like the common cold. “I’m okay, honey,” you reassure him. Your efforts, however, are somewhat undercut when at that moment you’re sent into a coughing fit that has you bent over and your lungs feeling like they’re on fucking fire. “Just a bad cold,” you finish pathetically, swallowing down the dislodged phlegm in your throat.

“Mm-hmm.” Diego’s clearly not convinced, and the doorknob rattles again. “C’mon, baby,” he urges in a low, rumbling voice that would normally turn your legs into jello. “Let me in, I’ll take care of you.”

You let out a whimper before you can stop yourself. God, you’re so fucking weak for this man. With so few words, he has you almost giving in, almost unlocking the door and letting him come inside, sickness be damned. “I can’t. You’ll get sick.”

Diego scoffs. “Yeah, so what?” he replies lightly.

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Really, D? Remember the last time you got sick? You were curled up in bed for days and you wouldn’t stop complaining.”

“For the record, I wanna point out that I was completely fine, and I was only complaining ‘cause I wanted you all to myself.”

You know that’s not the truth, that he’s telling you a little white lie to preserve his tough, macho-man facade. But you can’t help it, your heart softens as you remember the image of your partner, wrapped up in a heavy blanket like a burrito, his voice rising in a nasally whine as he begged you to come back to bed, baby, pleeease. “You big fuckin’ softie.”

“I’m your fucking softie,” he replies, his voice a velvety caress that has your skin breaking out in goosebumps. The doorknob rattles for a third time, this time more solidly. “Now let me in so I can take care of my baby.”

God, you really fucking want to…. “No, baby,” you tell him. “Don’t want you to get sick.”

Diego sighs theatrically over the phone. “Fine,” he concedes. “Guess it’s time to pull out the big guns.” Then he hangs up on you.

You pull the phone away from your ear, baffled. Did he really…?

A second later, Diego’s contact pops up again, this time signaling that he wants to start a FaceTime call. You accept the call.

The call opens, and you see Diego’s gorgeous, scarred face. The same one you haven’t seen for almost a week, the same one you miss terribly for every second he’s not with you. His dark brown eyes dart back and forth down either end of the hallway before settling on you. He’s still somewhat guarded with his affections with you in any public space, alert for any eyes and ears that may witness his moments of tenderness with you. When those eyes — deep, wondrous, warm — come back to your image, his face relaxes, allowing a smile to play with the corners.

You take in a breath, let it out shakily. “Hi, D.”

“Hey baby. No offense, but you look like shit.”

You bark out a laugh. It scrapes already-raw tissue, making you bring up a hand to massage your throat. “Yeah, and that’s why I’m not letting you in.”

“Which is why I’m calling you. You see what I’m doing?” The background shifts behind Diego as he spins around until his back is facing your apartment door. You can see your unit number over his shoulder. “You see this?” he repeats.

Your brows scrunches in confusion. “Yeah….?”

He takes a step back, then another, and another until his back makes contact with the wood of your door. You watch as he slides down the surface of the wood. You can hear the sounds both through the connection and on your side of the door.

Diego lets out a little grunt as his ass hits the floor. He fidgets for a second, popping his neck and cracking the knuckles of his free hand. Then he settles down, looks back at his phone. And waits.

You sigh in exasperation. “D, what the hell are you doing?”

He shrugs casually. “Waiting.”

“Waiting on what?”

“For you to let me in.”

“I’m not letting you in, Diego.”

“Then I guess I’m staying here.”

“What, are you gonna stay there all night? You gonna sleep there?” You scoff again. It’s a ridiculous, rhetorical question, but one he ends up answering anyway.

He shrugs again. “If I have to.”

“That’s ridiculous, there’s no way you’d actually be comfortable out there.”

His eyes scan the floor around him. “Ehh, I’ll make do,” comes his careless response.

Your shoulders droop. You can see the look in his eyes, one you’re all too familiar with. Diego isn’t exactly the type of guy who throws words around without any meaning to them. Though your partner is hotheaded and tends to get into trouble for running his mouth, he generally means what he says and says what he means. So if he says he’ll wait outside all night….

Diego’s lips curl into a smirk, sensing your weakening resistance. “You’re stubborn, sweetheart, but you ain’t as stubborn as me.” His eyes soften further. “Let me in. I haven’t seen you in a week, I wanna be with you.”

You can’t help it. A little smile creeps across your face in response to his. “Okay, I’ll let you in. But only on one condition.”

“Hmmm, and what’s that, baby?”

“When you get sick, you cannot complain to me about how miserable you are.”

Diego rolls his eyes, and you can’t help but snicker a little at him. “Okay, fine, I promise I won’t complain. Now will you please let me come in so I can kiss you?”

It’s another little white lie, and both you and he know it, but you let it slide. You hang up on him, unlock your door. When you open it, he darts inside as soon as the gap is big enough for him to slip through. He cups your face in his warm, calloused hands and presses eager lips to yours.

You whine against his mouth when his tongue runs along your bottom lip. “Mmm, you’re so getting sick later.”

“I—” kiss “—don’t—” kiss “—care.”

“Remind me you said that when you’re hacking up your lungs in a couple days.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’ll be here with you then.”

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#original writing #plus size reader #the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x plus size reader #diego hargreeves imagine #gn!reader #afatbabes-fiction

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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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.)

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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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