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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

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kalliyen · 2 years

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TUA INCORRECT QUOTES ✨

Y/N: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Five: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Diego: *falls down the stairs*

Lila: Are you okay?

Y/N: Stop falling down the stairs!

Five: How’d the ground taste?

Luther: *sees Y/N and Five together*

Luther: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Allison: You mean... you ship them?

#the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy incorrect quotes #five hargreeves #diego hargreaves #lila the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #yn insert

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moonydustx · 7 months

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Hey! I'm Lia, 25 y/o, brazilian, pronouns she/her.

Here I will always leave the status of requests:

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I usually don't respond on weekends because I spend most of my time away from home, but you can send me a request and as soon as I get back, I'll respond.

My native language is NOT English and at the moment, I have been writing and proofreading on my cell phone so I apologize for some possible errors.

My Masterlists:

○ One Piece

○ The Umbrella Academy

○ Marvel

○ Pedro Pascal (and his characters)

These are basically the fandoms I write about. But, I always intend to update the list of fandoms, with DC, ATLA, Zelda, etc.

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optimistictalia · 2 months

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saw a tua clip literally yesterday and I forgot how much I love this MORON HEHEH 🫶

I think I’m ready to move on…. By simply… PRETENDING SEASON 3 NEVER HAPPENED!!!!! THANK U ALL FOR STICKING AROUND FOR THIS HEALING JOURNEY!!!! 🫶😁

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itstheghostofmypast · 2 years

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Master List

Indicators:

Headcanon- ☆

One Shot- ✺

Series- ♪♫♬

The Umbrella Academy

Five:

☆- My Little Stress Eater

☆- Music To My Ears

☆- I'm Better

☆- Love is Like Fire

☆-Transparent Love

✺-Speak To Me

✺- Would You Rather Be A Coward?

✺- Her Laughter (Modern AU)

✺-You Read My Mind

✺-Heal My Heart

✺-Simp For You

Klaus:

☆-Cuddles

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

♪♫♬- Imperfections

✺- His Honeybee

Ateez

♪♫♬-Outlaw Ateez (Outlaw Universe)

One-shots/ Series:

Park Seong Hwa

✺- Always, Any Day

Kim Hong Joong:

✺- After Midnight

✺- 7/Eleven

✺- Loyalties

✺-01.53

✺- 23.37

Jeong Yun Ho:

✺- 03.20

✺- Condensed Hearts

Kang Yeo Sang

Choi San:

✺- Calling Backup

✺- San's Lucky Charm

✺- One More Hour

✺- 15.07

✺- Our Little Secret

✺- Must Be Love

✺-♡14.00♡

♪♫♬-Meow

✺-☆22.59☆

✺-♤14.05♤

♪♫♬-Twisted fate- (1) , (2)

♪♫♬- Pollen Love- (1)

Song Min Gi:

✺- Tornado Warnings

✺- Pathetically In Love

Jung Woo Young:

✺- A Quiet Woo

✺- Girlboss

✺- Nah Bro! (Teaser)

Choi Jong Ho:

✺- Thanatophobia

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 1 year

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ɴᴏ ғᴇᴇᴛ || Ben Hargreeves

Weddings and Funerals ✦ part vii

Years after they rose to fame as young crime-fighting superheroes, the estranged Hargreeves siblings come together to mark their father’s death.

a.n: for clarification, please check the updated note at the bottom of the masterlist regarding viktor!

— 𝟏𝟕 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎 —

❛❛𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐙𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃, 'Man is as a rope stretched between the animal and the Superhuman--'"

The seven children stand packed in at the bottom of a winding stairwell in matching tracksuits as they wait for their cue. Perched at the top, nose buried in his scarlet leather-bound journal scribbling the last of his thoughts was their father. (And for one, their temporary guardian). His monocle tucked into his left eye as it always was, only enunciating the scornful glare landing on the academy. At his side—as he always was—Viktor, whistle ready in hand.

"'a rope over an abyss. It is a dangerous crossing, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling, and halting.'"

They all watch in anticipation as his pencil suddenly halts, his eyes darting to them precisely once before the book snaps shut and gives a curt nod. The whistle is brought up to Viktor's lips and a shrill ring floods the stairwell and so too do the mass of children that suddenly crumble apart.

"As much as you much strive for individual greatness—and strive you must—it won't come to you of its own accord..."

They had passed yet another round of posters when Diego finally stole Luther's lead. A triumphant smile began to bloom on his face when a muted whoosh filled his ears, knocking it right off. An indent in space-time itself spit out the form of his brother just steps ahead of him and a growl grew in his throat.

"you must also remember that there is no individual stronger than the collective."

It was quickly swallowed by the sound of sludging mud and the crunching of bones before his eyes found the source of the not-so-mysterious sound. A young and spirited Y/n had launched herself off the balcony and now sailed (somewhat clumsily) far above their heads and straight to the top with the assistance of her freshly sprouted sparrow wings. A rather untrustworthy giggle left her throat at her friend's angered words and the whistle blew, signaling her victory. Y/n had won and Five had blinked to the top.

"That's not fair!" He cried up the stairwell, stopping to swallow several heavy breaths. "They cheated!"

"They adapted." Corrects his father.

"The ties that bind you together make you stronger than you are alone."

Allison's quiet sobs nearly match the hum of the needle drilling into Diego's skin where the ink finds its new home. She clutches her left wrist tight to her person without touching the tattoo already pierced into her skin. The umbrella freshly etched into her wrist matched that of her brother Klaus who now holds her close in a hug. Tears slip from his eyes and he desperately wipes them away as his sister buries her sobs into his shoulder.

Grace senses the turmoil and searing pain in her son Diego as he grits his teeth and holds back the tears, accepting the cruel sting piercing his skin again and again. A frown falls across her face and she steps forward, reaching for his free hand as he grips the armrest in silent agony. But he does something unexpected, and rips his hand away from her affection and carefully hid his tearful expression from his mother. Grace knew a great deal as she was programmed to, but she had yet to find out what had evolved within her to make her feel hurt, and such immense guilt as she did now when she saw her children in such pain. And yet there was nothing she could do.

Reginald was still watching. He was always watching, as he always would be.

"They will make you impervious to the pain and hardship the world will thrust upon you."

Grace steps back to her post beside Reginald, and she sends him an involuntary smile she hopes will appease him. Perhaps, she thought, if she behaved he would be in a better mood for the children. Her gleaming blue eyes fall past his shoulder to see Luther clutching his stomach with a grimace screwed tight on his face and her smile fell again. No doubt the poor boy's anxiety was worse than ever—his anxiety levels were close to Diego's usually with the expectations thrust upon him. And the others were fairing no better.

"And believe me when I tell you,"

Her poor babies. She could sense Ben holding back tears and her sensors picked up on a great deal of activity in his amygdala; more than usual. And her sweet Five... He would never admit it, but he'd go to the ends of the earth to protect Ben just as much as he would any of the others. But he was fairing no better.

"life will be hard."

Much like Diego, they were trying to be strong. But they couldn't hide their despair from Grace. Not truly. Five, who usually held such skill in keeping a brave face, was now in shambles where he sat beside Ben and Luther; next in line.

"It will be painful."

Discarded on the stairwell, neither of them truly welcome, Viktor and Y/n's frowning eyes drill into the sight of the needle painting Diego's skin. Y/n folds herself into her usual black hoodie, brooding silently from where she sits on the top step. Viktor stands on the landing behind her, unable to stop himself from peering over the banister nor shed the longing from his eyes.

Both of them wonder to themselves in that moment, not considering the pain each child is enduring, just what was wrong with them. Why weren't they special enough? Why Viktor, a Hargreeves in every sense of the word, but forbidden from the fame and social royalty that came with being in the academy?

And Y/n. An honorary member of the Umbrella Academy, waiting on her ticket in. She was beginning to think that ticket never existed. That Sir Hargreeves was just stringing her along and taking advantage of her powers. Would she never be an official part of the academy? Would she ever be a Hargreeves?

Her questions weren't answered directly, nor would they be answered any time soon. But the sudden popping of plastic brought her attention upwards to the reluctant friend she had made on the sidelines. Viktor had uncapped a black marker that he now brought to the skin of his inner left wrist. Y/n realized very quickly he had drawn an umbrella, encased in a single circle. A 'tattoo' to match his siblings. Sensing her prying eyes, Viktor looked down at the girl at his feet with an unreadable expression.

Y/n flashed him an understanding smile, gaze falling and her eyes shining with thought. And in the next moment, she looked down at her left wrist as she pulled back her sleeve. It was too subtle for it to make any noise, but Viktor still saw the small black umbrella paint itself into her skin before slowly encircling itself with a thin black line. It wasn't perfect, not if you looked too close—it was the mark of someone on the sidelines. But she kinda liked it like that—it made her feel closer to Viktor who she now shared this moment. It was a certain bond nobody in the academy would understand.

And judging by the creeping smile on Viktor's face as Y/n looked hopefully up at him, he liked it too. Maybe they weren't truly alone.

"We can accomplish anything,"

Night had fallen and the moon hung bright in the sky, its soft rays spilling in through the window curtains of the west side of the mansion. Number One was tucked deep into his blankets, his mind worlds away in the land of sleep, completely unaware of his father sitting at his bedside. He observes the rise and fall of his son's breathing and for a single, fleeting moment, one who didn't know the man well enough might mistake his studious stare for something out of fondness. But no.

"when we accept responsibility together."

His hard stare had only lingered long enough for him to silently debate with himself if the boy was far enough into sleep to notice the wires he now placed on his temple. As Reginald predicted, the boy was none the wiser. He rolled over in bed and onto his side where he hugged his pillow tight to his tiny body and was lulled deeper into sleep. Reginald took that as his cue and rose from his seat on the edge of the bed and disappears into the hallway of wire trails.

"This is what creates trust."

The house is quiet and eerily still. Exactly eight wires—near identical to that of the one on Luther's head—pool out from each bedroom where they collide into a tangled braid outside in the hallway. The braid of wires stretches on and on, and on some more where they wind all the way to Reginald's desk in his forbidden study. He sits at attention, not without a haunted look suppressed deep in his hollow eyes.

He scribbled furiously into his journal, now more than ever. The readings were coming in and he only had now. He had to work quickly. No time to dawdle.

Number One was sleeping soundly. His vitals were steady and boring. Which was ideal; no stressors, no disappointments. He was perfectly mundane and predictable, just as Reginald liked it.

He saw a noticeable spike in Number Three's brain activity —a worthy mention and something worth keeping an eye on. But then again, Reginald thought, she always had shown promise with little to no follow-through. Like most of her brothers.

Such as Number Five. Number Five held such potential... And yet, somehow, he always managed to overestimate his abilities in a pitiful attempt to prove himself. Reginald could only hope the boy would not let his gifts go to waste.

Number Seven—wire glowing brighter than any—was simply unaware; in every meaning of the word. Best he be kept this way.

"Together you will stand against the reign of evil."

Number Eight. Messy. Unpredictable. Wildly stubborn. A thorn in his side. A thorn Reginald couldn't quite dig out. She came to him, of her own blindingly arrogant volition, in his hour of need. And she let him down at every opportunity; it was, to her credit, the most consistent thing about her. It was pure intrigue she had to thank for her still being here; every test and trial brought forth two answers and five more questions.

Well, that and the steady hum of the wire placed over her temple, fluttering with activity.

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"All I'm saying is, how cool would it be?"

Ben scoffed from his seat on the black couch, shaking his head as if it would rid the amused smile on his face from his girlfriend's antics. Night had fallen over the residence, and the two of them were currently piled together on the furthermost couch in the basement kitchen. Ben is in the center cushion, with Y/n lying propped against the right arm closest to the wall. Her legs draped over Ben's lap as they lounged across the room from Klaus and Five.

"Okay, but what could you possibly need them for?" Ben countered.

Y/n scoffed this time—the sound coming out as more of a dry laugh. She wasn't so much amused as she was determined to win this argument. "Uhh, because it'd be awesome?!"

"...My question still stands," Ben deadpanned.

Lounging at the head of the kitchen table across the room, Klaus' eyes flickered up from the bass guitar he was currently plucking at the sound of the couples' escalating debate.

"what could you possibly need them for?! They're chainsaw. arms. Sure they'd cut stuff up but how would you even move them?"

Y/n rolled her eyes so hard she felt they just might pop out of her head.

"They wouldn't be my whole arms, doofus!" Her hardened demeanor immediately fell away into excitement as she drew invisible lines from the crook of her elbow up to her inner arm, her finger gliding over the still very much intact umbrella tattoo she had given herself so many years ago. "Just my forearms. Then I can really do some damage," she said with a mischievous grin, cutting expressively through the air.

Ben didn't have anything to say to that. Just a deflated smile and another shake of his head as he fiddled with his girlfriend's non-chainsaw hand. There was no doubt in Y/n's mind that he was judging her. And he was—they were judging each other. As they did often. And as often as it happened, it was never about the stuff that mattered.

"Can't say I disagree, champ," Klaus piped up, his eyes and hand back on the bass guitar as he fiddled with it. "I mean, after all, who's gonna win in a fistfight? Some puny digits or two roaring chainsaws?"

What the fuck was Five looking for again? He certainly didn't know; he had just abandoned everything mid-task the moment Klaus broke the quiet, just to gawk over his shoulder at the man and whatever the fuck he had just said. Just what kind of shit was Klaus putting in his body these days? He thought to himself, ignorantly, before going back to his search for coffee.

Y/n, however, wasted no time accepting the win and happily leaned back into the armrest with a smirk painted on her lips. "I rest my case,"

Several steady clicks growing louder and closer grabbed Y/n's attention first. To her delight, striding gracefully around the corner in a pair of her best black heels and shedding her peacoat on the lounge chair across the room was Allison.

"Hey, Al," Y/n said somewhat to herself. She knew her friend couldn't hear her, no more than Five had heard her greet him after the funeral. But she did it anyway. Ben definitely understood this sentiment but said nothing.

"Where's Vanya?" Allison asked, none the wiser to Klaus' involuntary and nearly invisible sympathetic frown flashing over his face.

"Oh," answered Klaus, as she came to stand at the table. "She's gone."

Five's jaw set in discontent as he turned and huffed. "Well that's unfortunate," both Klaus and Allison have half a mind to agree before they both realize their brother more than likely isn't finished. Sure enough, he joins the table in a huff and a very strained smile. "An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathrooms, and not a single," CLANK, he slams the empty coffee maker on the wooden surface. "drop of coffee."

"Dad hated caffeine," Allison reasoned.

"Yeah, why did he have a coffee maker anyway," Y/n had thought to herself as she played with the chords on Ben's hoodie.

Klaus answered with a rather punctual laugh. "Well, he hated children too and he had plenty of us,"

Allison exchanged a look of mutual silence with her long-lost brother before he shrugged off Klaus' comment for the both of them. "I'm taking the car," he said.

Klaus unfolded himself from his chair at Five's proclamation—the first of everyone present to express their shock.

"Where are you going?"

"To get a decent cup of coffee,"

"Do you even know how to drive?" Asked Allison.

"I know how to do everything," he seethes. A final huff rolls off his shoulders before his signature blue light swallows him whole.

Klaus rises from his seat at the table, looking over his shoulder at the alleyway where his brother had likely blinked off to.

"I feel like we should try and stop him,"

Klaus's head spins to face the couch occupied by his friend and brother at the sound of a bitter scoff. He doesn't immediately realize it, but Y/n is biting back a self-pitying "cause that worked so well last time," as she lounges, twiddling now with the tassels on her hoodie. She may not have been a Hargreeves, but Y/n had taken Five's disappearance as hard as any of them.

Klaus cleared his throat, knowing better than to linger on the subject with her. Let alone with others in the room who wouldn't take him seriously unless they could see the undead couple.

"but then again, I also just kinda want to see what happens," he half-joked. Well, it was true! Klaus could see it now; the look on the poor sucker's face when he pulls over the thirteen-year-old with a blinking problem.

The engine turning over confirmed the car had started and shortly after, the squeal of the wheels followed. Five had taken off. Yet again.

"All right, I guess I'll see you guys in, what, ten years," All eyes were drawn yet again to the entrance where a fully uniformed Diego came sauntering into the kitchen. "when Pogo dies?" He rounded Allison and grazed the spread left over on the table as Allison quipped back.

"Not if you die first,"

"Yeah, love you too, sis," he pops a grape in his mouth. "Hey, good luck on your next movie. Hope it turns out better than your marriage,"

Without taking her eyes off of her childhood best friend now skulking off to grab the keys, Y/n grinned curiously at Ben.

"Remind me, was Diego always this constipated?" Y/n swings her legs off of Ben's lap and they casually pull her up off the couch and across the room to Diego.

Ben considered this.

"No, I'm leaving," Diego answered to an eager Klaus who had given himself an invite to come along. "me, by myself,"

Klaus made a show of gratitude to rub in his brother's face. There was an extra bounce in his step and a clap of the hands that urged Ben and Y/n to follow. "Oh, fabulous! I'll get my things."

Diego was out in the alleyway and getting in his car just a bit quicker than normal. He should have known that wouldn't be enough to stop his brother.

"Hey! Diego," Klaus came skidding into view, kicking up gravel as he went. Diego's head dropped in a sigh as the car shook around him with the scramble of his brother clambering into the backseat. His breathless voice told of a grin on his lips as he popped his head into the front seat and pat at Diego's shoulders. "You know," he said matter-of-factly, "every time I close my eyes, I see a diarrhetic hippo about to shit on my face,"

The sight of Diego suppressing his amused, uncomfortable smile brought a sense of victory to Klaus, and he insisted. "It's terrifying!"

"Terrific," the man grumbled, starting the car.

"No," Klaus countered, under his breath. "No,"

"Lean back," Diego warned, shifting the car into gear with a roar of the engine rumbling under all four inside.

Klaus did as instructed, flopping back into the leather seats beside his brother as Y/n folded her legs beneath her from where she sat in the passenger's seat. Her gaze was that of curious fascination, locked on the man beside her as she reached out to him.

"Y/n, what you doing?" Ben asked, sounding tired.

Never taking her eyes off the side of Diego's face, she answered in a dazed tone. "It's just so weird, I can't ever get over how fascinating it all is," her palm passed through his face, then again from the back of his head. "Sometimes they notice, sometimes they don't,"

With the same hand, she sticks her pinky into her mouth despite the probable lack of saliva before poking it into Diego's ear. Not a moment later, the man's right shoulder jerks up to squish his ear around—unable to properly scratch at the sudden itch without taking his hands off the wheel.

"Ha, see!" She laughed victoriously. "He totally felt that." she trailed off once more, in a thoughtful daze. No doubt she was already brainstorming more ways to annoy from the great beyond. "That's awesome,"

Still laughing, her childish grin brought forth by childish antics, she turns to gauge the reactions of those in the backseat. Klaus gave an earnest chuckle, but all she got from Ben was a solid stare as he pulled his hoodie up almost over his eyes and dropped his head on the seat. If he was amused, he didn't want to show it.

This didn't shake the amusement off of Y/n so easily, though: the man did attend his father's funeral today. On top of that, his whole family was fully reunited for the first time since Five's disappearance. If anything could tire a ghost out, it was all seven Hargreeves siblings back under one roof again.

Having caught Klaus's little chuckle, Diego gave a single glance through the rearview. "What? What's so funny back there?"

"Oh, nothing. Just feeling a touch nostalgic," Klaus sighed, wistful sounding. The car, having been stuck in the ally, finally gets its opening, getting lost in the sea of cars in the heart of the city. "Remember when you told Y/n about wet willies?"

Another glance. "Of course I do..." he shakes his head before adding with a very tiny, very wistful grin, "'s worst damn mistake of my life,"

Klaus giggled knowingly. "Classic,"

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Imagine: making Diego Hargreeves, your partner, home-made cookies

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Requested by @winterxisxcomingx [x]

You hear Diego's footsteps as he's walking in circles around his room placed right above your head. There's not much you can do to help when he's troubled, especially when the trouble is the seemingly inevitable apocalypse, you know that. Even if he asks for advice, he's going to follow his own path.

All you can do is shake your head over his stubbornness as you take another batch of freshly baked cookies from the oven. The sweet smell slowly takes over the whole house. You can't help but smile as you hear Diego leave his room and enter the kitchen.

'Cookies? What's the occasion?' he asks, reaching for one.

'Why does there have to be an occasion?' you ask back, slapping his hand. 'I made them for you, actually.'

'For me?' He seems genuinely surprised for a second. 'What did I do to deserve this? And why can't I have this one?'

'You can't have this one because it's hot. Freshly out of the oven. Here, have one of those,' you explain as you pass him a box with the previous batch of cookies, already cooled down. 'You did nothing, but I can see you're nervous. I thought this would cheer you up.'

He eventually sits down by the table and soon starts to eat one cookie after the other.

'I don't deserve you, Y/N, I hope you know that.'

'Yeah, sure, but not so fast! I hoped they would last a few days.'

'Sorry,' he mumbles with his mouth full. 'They're just so good. I really needed that, so... thank you.'

'It's okay. I'm glad you like them.'

The moment you expected to become even sweeter gets interrupted by the sound of opening door and Diego's name being called out.

'Gotta go,' he says, getting up. He approaches you and kisses you on the cheek. 'I love you.'

'I know. I love you too.'

You let out a sigh as he leaves the kitchen in a hurry, grabbing two more cookies on his way out.

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free-use-renfri · 2 years

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Diego x Fem!Reader

Could I have a one-shot of Diego from Umbrella Academy sneaking off with his girlfriend (reader) to do a predator/prey kind or CNC scene off in an abandoned house off on the outskirts of a town with an ending of soft aftercare and cuddles!

A/N This takes place before the series starts, back when he was an officer. Thank you Telltale anon for being a lovely beta (it would like to note that Diego is wearing tactical cargo shorts), and I would like to note that I am very, very sorry if this is cringy, I’m a lesbian and it’s obvious I don’t know what I’m doing here. Also I don’t think I can write CnC with men, sorry anon ^^.

Wordcount: 1663 Minors DNI Warnings for Primal, PIV, and not-minor safe content.

“Are you sure you’re good?” You heard a female voice from the phone, which was on speaker. Diego never put his phone on speaker, so it struck you as a bit odd. Everything about this date struck you as odd, but you were enjoying it so far. For the past 30 minutes, the two of you had been circling each other around two abandoned warehouses on the edge of the city. One was supposed to catch the other, but you didn’t know if you were the predator or the prey here. While listening to him talk to Eudora over the phone, you made a guess- it could be whoever caught the other.

You flexed your hands, gripping onto the side of the large crate, when he said ‘love you, see you tomorrow’. Even though he wasn’t with her, something possessive fluttered in your chest. He put the phone away and looked around, though it didn’t seem as if he spotted you. Diego ducked behind another crate, out of your line of sight. You hooked one foot on the edge of the crate you hid behind, and slowly pulled yourself on top of the crate. From your new vantage point, you could see him again… and he saw you. Your partner gave you the shittiest grin he could muster and darted off into the shadows again, out of your limited line of sight. Without thinking about it, you followed.

To keep your vantage point, you decided to jump from the top of one crate to another rather than get on the ground and chase him by foot. The wood underneath your feet creaked. The warehouse was silent outside of your steps and his steps, which were much lighter on the concrete floor. He hooked a left, and a moment later, you hooked a left. He curved to the right, and you were right behind him. For a while, you matched him stride for stride, his dark grey sweatshirt the only thing that distincted him from the near darkness. You focused on it so closely, with such dedication, that your steps got sloppy. You didn’t even notice your feet left the top of the last crate in an odd way until you were falling forward, and you made a desperate reach for the edge of the next crate-

Instead of falling flat onto the ground, you got a knuckle-bruising hold onto the edge of it. Your feet dangled about a foot up from the ground, but you knew, if you stayed on the ground, you would lose your view of him. A moment later, that didn’t matter. You shouted in alarm when something strong wrapped around your waist, and you were pulled downward. Even though you tried to kick and struggle, and should’ve been able to get out of the grip, all of the training you had left your mind. He soon had you pinned to the ground, face down, and one knee on the center of your back.

“Are you done yet?” The smug smirk on his face was audible, and your shoulders hurt like a bitch.

“Like hell I’m done,” You retorted. You tried to flex your hands, but his grip kept them above your head and tight.

“You sure about that? Because I don’t see how you could get out of this.” And to someone looking down upon you, he would be right. But with enough adrenaline in your system from the chase, you were far from done. You hooked your left leg around the one he wasn’t pressing into your back, and jerked him hard to the side. Diego landed on his back, still with a grip on your hands, but now you were on top of him. He went down flailing and kicking, and after another struggle, you ended up with him pinned. Diego looked up at you, staring almost directly into your chest, while you held his hands to his stomach.

“Are you done yet?” You threw the words back into his face.

He cocked his eyebrow, but before he could even consider struggling, you released his hands. “Now, what did we come here for? Right. Now that the chase is over, get your pants off, you asshole.”

You shifted your shirt off, until you were just left in a sheer undershirt, and he pulled the waistband of his tactical shorts down to his knees. You had to move off top of him to get your khakis unbuttoned, but that let him move away a bit, and prop himself up against the nearest crate. It was an awkward moment to follow suit of him, divested of any sort of clothing outside of that covering your chest, before straddling his hips. During the heat of the moment, he was usually more of a talker, but this time he was grinning up at you almost wildly. When Diego reached out for your shoulder, you swatted his hand away and shifted around to get more comfortable on his hips.

You sneered back down at him and slowly settled yourself on his cock. Diego wasn’t particularly large, actually, he was pretty average, but it wasn’t that bad. He definitely knew how to use his hands, or his mouth if needed. You ground down against him, and a groan left your lips.

“Need help?” He offered, and reached for your hips, but instead of swatting them away, you placed your hands on top of his. The two of you started with some speed, which was normal with him. He gripped your hip hard enough you thought it would bruise, while his other hand moved from where it had been guiding you on his cock to stroke your clit.

Soon enough, the two of you fell into a rhythm. Even with the draft of the night air in the warehouse, your skin felt like it was on fire. The adrenaline that stirred inside of him during the chase was redirected into making you feel like your soul was being ripped from your body through your slit, and gods, was he good at that. But you were never one to be in active during sex, so you gave it your all and ground back against him. Your hands moved to his shoulders, and your head fell forward to sink your teeth into his neck. Diego grunted in pain, and pulled you down harder against him in response. Still gripping onto the tense flesh of his clavicle, you let out a strained noise of pleasure. It hurt a bit, of course, but you liked that. No matter what you would say later, the thrill of the chase made your blood feel warm in the same way pain alighted pleasure under your skin.

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath, with a rather sharp snap of his hips up into yours. You gasped, and finally let go of his neck. When you opened your eyes again, a mark was left clearly in the skin. A grin of satisfaction rose on your face for a brief moment until he rolled his hips up against yours again, and a pathetic whine fell from your lips.

“Fuck you, and speed up your god damn hand,” you panted, without any real venom behind it, and he obeyed.

“Is that enough?” He taunted, his thumb running tight circles around your clit. Diego kept you going at a steady rhythm, even when your hips started to stutter and jerk.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, gods-” You felt yourself tighten around him, and your thighs tightened around his sides. Your vision got a bit fuzzy, your throat became hoarse, and the world narrowed down to just the two of you as you fell over the edge.

There wasn’t much going on in the next few minutes, at least from your perspective. Your muscles slowly relaxed, and you felt him spill inside of you. The two of you panted together, your head rested against his chest and his head leaning back against the crate. Once you gained your ability to speak again, you muttered, “You’re sweaty.”

“Great observation, genius. You stink too,” The words held no weight, and you chuckled. Any other night, you would ride him into the sunset, but something sluggish held onto you tonight. And you guessed it held onto him too. After a little while, you leaned off of his chest and sat up, before groggily rolling off of him to go get your clothes. Instead of redoing your pants again, you just pulled them up, buttoned the top button, and let them hang open a bit. He stood up, a little less steadier than you, and brought his boxers and shorts back to his thighs.

“Nice plaid boxers. Makes you seem like you’re packing more than you are.” Bickering was a love language.

“Nice shirt. Makes your tits look bigger than they are.” And it was one he responded to well.

You hobbled back to his car, and you would bet it looked like a walk of shame. By the time you got back, you seemed mostly situated, but flopped down in his back seat like a drunk. He did the same, wrapping his arm over your shoulder despite the weird angle. You blinked, slowly and carefully, and stared at the lamp across the street.

“Don’t fall asleep on me here, at least let me get you back to my place before you pass out,” Diego interjected, but he didn’t make any effort to move.

“Fucking watch me,” You muttered, and promptly fell asleep on his shoulder.

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lostgirlfandom · 1 year

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Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Five

Allison

Viktor/Vanya

Luther

Diego

Klaus

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anonymous-hargreeves · 2 years

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Love Letters from...

Luther coming soon

Diego coming soon

Allison coming soon

Klaus coming soon

Five coming soon

Ben coming soon

Viktor coming soon

Plan: Every month, if possible, multiple love letters will drop. Those will be probably short texts. Every genre is possible. If you have specific content request for a character, leave your wish in my askbox! I cannot promise though that it will be used

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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Will o' the Wisp - Ch. 2 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I still haven't been able to do a rewatch so hopefully things aren't out of order. Unbeta'd.

Please see chapter 1 for explanation of characters and character name details for Viktor. (again I am willing to take suggestions on this)

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname. Y/F/T = your favorite things. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 3

Word count: 3k+

Content Warning: Canon typical neglect, manipulation, violence, death, depression, anxiety

Chapter 2: Nothing Last Forever

She sighs as she looks up at the building she had dreaded going back to, the Umbrella Academy. It was inevitable she was back here. Nothing and no one lasted forever. Even Sir Reginald Hargreeves could not defeat death.

She wasn't surprised to hear voices as she walked through the door. “Sorry I’m late, Pogo,” She smiles and greets Pogo with a hug. As she pulls away, she relaxes her shoulders and lets the Wisp take form. "They already at it?" She asks Pogo.

"Tensions are a bit high under the circumstances," Pogo tells her.

"Well, it is the Hargreeves Family way," she says with a sad smile.

"Fills the quiet, I suppose," he states.

"That it does."

"Took you long enough," Diego says, stopping his arguing with Luther long enough to glare as she enters.

"Some of us actually have jobs that require our attention, Diego," she says as she pushes past him. “I had to swap shifts and make a lot of promises just to be here. Not everyone stalks the streets like an unemployed psycho at night.” She forces a smile and looks at her less infuriating siblings. "Hi," she nods at the others. “I really am sorry I’m late.”

Luther looks like he’s about to say something but doesn’t as he eyes the cold shade and odd intensity of the Wisp as it hovers over her shoulder.

“It’s fine,” Vanya says. “Not like you did it on purpose.”

“Thanks, V,” she says, earning a grumble from Diego. “What now?”

“Of course, you two are still pals. She made you sound like an angel in her book compared to-” Diego is cut off as the Wisp flashes before him, and he scrambles back from the white-hot intensity. He pulls out a knife and throws it at her, but it’s knocked away as the Wisp redirects it with a heated blast. She was careful no one got caught in the crossfire. Her eyes glow the same hue as the Wisp as she manipulates it.

“Still as rude as ever, Diego,” she says, eyes burning as she glares at him. “Can’t even be civilized for a funeral. I’m sure Mom will be so disappointed.”

Diego looks like he’s about to explode with rage but is interrupted as Luther starts talking about a memorial service in the courtyard for their father. It redirects Diego’s ire and eventually devolves into an argument. The argument is mainly between Luther and Diego about whether their father was murdered. Y/N tried not to let her annoyance show as the pointless argument continued. Neither Luther nor Diego would see the other’s point. They’d just argue in circles like they always did. Their other siblings poking holes in one argument or another. She knew in the end it would just be more of the same. Everyone would be angry or at least annoyed, and Luther would probably get his way. He was Number One, after all. She was thankful when they all headed off in different directions throughout their former home. Everyone was off in their own world, and that was fine with her. No one would bother her. Luther’s choice in music at least made her smile. Not all the memories they had of the academy were bad. The ones of their father were, but they had moments of levity. Most of them at least did. She let her mind drift to better times as she looked over her collection of Y/F/Ts before the tune got the better of her, and she moved with the music. But the somewhat peaceful calm never lasts.

It's almost like she can feel the crackle of the energy in the air before the lightning starts. But it didn’t feel right. She knows it’s more than just a lightning storm. There’s extra energy to it. Something different. She makes her way to the courtyard, the others not far behind her.

They all stare at the glowing blue mass as it hovers off the ground. She switches her consciousness into the Wisp and approaches it, earning an angry shout from Diego and a demand from Luther to stop. She ignores them both. She barely even registers that one of them pulls at her actual arm. Her consciousness primarily focuses on the Wisp. She trusts her siblings enough not to harm her body while her mind is elsewhere. Only giving her body enough attention to keep it from falling to the ground. She moves in a flash as Klaus runs up and throws a fire extinguisher at the hovering mass, or rather portal since the extinguisher just vanishes inside of it. She refocuses her attention as she approaches the portal again. She sees something, someone. Her brothers continue to shout orders. And she continues to ignore them until she feels a strong pull as her body is thrown off balance, and out of instinct, her mind returns to her body. She blinks up at Diego. He’d pulled her body back to block it from whatever might come through the portal. She opened her mouth to ask him why he’d stopped her, but he spoke first.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“It can’t hurt me when I’m the Wisp,” she reminds him.

“No, but it can hurt this you,” he gestures to her actual body. She hates to admit he is, on some level, correct. Her human form was vulnerable when she was in the Wisp. She still finds it annoying he doubts she can handle herself. She was confident even as the Wisp she’d be able to protect both forms. She had been trained to do that, after all. She is just about to quip back when she looks away from him and freezes. Diego doesn't notice her shift in demeanor. He continues to say, “And instead of protecting everybody, I’m stuck making sure you don’t get-"

"Diego…"

The slight quiver in her tone and the way her hand grips his arm stops him mid-sentence. Instantly has his guard up, and his grip on her tightens. She's never said his name like that. Never. He expected her to fight him. To yell at him for thinking she couldn't take care of herself. He didn't expect her to start to shake.

"Diego, look."

Again it's her tone and the way she is just staring past him that has him doing what she asked without arguments. Everything seems to finally start to register with him. He’d heard the voices of their siblings but not really registered what they had said. He took in the new figure in the courtyard. Mentally cursing his momentary loss of awareness. He knows he got too focused on her and put them both at risk. Distractions get people killed. But the look on Y/N's face catches him off guard.

"It's Five," she says.

He lets her go when she pulls away.

After what could only be considered an interrogation from their siblings, specifically Luther and Diego, Y/N finally got a good look at her newly returned brother. She had watched as Five moved around the kitchen and knew exactly where everything was. She listens as he answers the questions they ask him. But she waits. She lets the others get their answers. She smiles sadly as he talks to Vanya. Only after does she finally speak to him.

"I thought it was my job to push you into doing something stupid, not yours," Y/N tells him. She doesn't miss the way the corner of his lips seems to twitch as he studied her. She didn’t know it but the last time he had seen her, not only was her light gone but so was her life. He was glad to see her light again, even if it wasn't as bright and warm as he remembered.

"You would have told me it was an awful idea, and yes, it was worse than you could possibly imagine. Although, from the looks of it," he gestures to the dim and dark hue of the Wisp. "You've had your fair share of awful too."

"If you really did read V's book, then you know we," she repeats the gesture to her illuminated ally. "We didn't take it well."

"You mean you didn't. The Wisp was always you," Five says. "You always reminded us of that."

She chuckles. "I haven't needed to remind anyone in years. It's just me and the Wisp most days. I guess even I forget sometimes. Somedays, it doesn’t feel like just an extension of me, of my powers. It keeps me company."

"I don't think I like this faded shade of yours," he tutted.

"Shade is…" she smiled sadly. "More accurate than you could possibly know." She repeated his words back to him.

"Well, get the Wisp back in shape, we have work to do, and we're going to need all the power you've got."

"The Wisp is fine. And when have I ever backed down when you offered me a challenge?"

“Never, but I'm about to give you the hardest one of all," he states.

"And that is what?"

"Getting the others to work together," he tells her. "That includes Diego."

She groans.

"He won't listen to me, and it has only gotten worse."

"I don't know,” Five smirks. “You seemed pretty clingy in the courtyard."

"That was different. That was shock," she tells him.

"So when in shock, you cling to Diego, the very person you claim to hate the most? And he just protects you so he can keep fighting you? Sure, Y/N, that makes perfect sense."

"About as much sense as you being back after 17 years of being missing and looking like you never left or aged."

"I made a miscalculation. And Diego, he cares enough to protect you, so I don't think it'll be as hard as you think. You can do it. I know you can."

“What do you need our help for?”

“Hopefully, I won't, but just in case,” he tells her. “I just need you to trust me.”

“I always have, Five. 17 years hasn’t changed that.”

“Good.”

They had said it was time for the memorial. So they all head to the courtyard and into the rain. She hated the rain. Her powers and rain never mixed well. She grips the umbrella handle tight and lets the Wisp vanish. Her body taking on an eerie blue glow from her confined powers. She wasn't surprised that the memorial was an absolute disaster. No one really had much to say. None of them really had fond memories of their father. Luther did his best, but between the rain and the lack of wind, it was almost comical how the ashes just fell to the ground. She almost felt bad enough to attempt to help using her powers. Almost. She could try to superheat the air around her and form some kind of draft, but she couldn’t stop the rain. Any thought of assistance went out the window when Diego and Luther started to fight. What she didn't expect was Ben's memorial statue to get wrecked when their fight turned physical. If anyone had been paying attention, they would have seen the blue hue she had was now a heated red. Her eyes started to glow like embers revived from a rush of oxygen. Her fury acting like a backdraft in a house fire. The heat radiating from the confined powers started to heat the air around her. Steam began rising around her as the rain on the ground vaporized.

"That's new," Five says as he sees the steam. He watches as her heated grip mutilates the handle of her umbrella, causing her to drop it to the ground as she storms off. The heat of her powers keeping the rain from reaching her skin. She glares at Diego as she passes him.

Klaus nudges the partially melted handle of her umbrella with his foot.

“How does she do that and not just burst into flames?” Five asks. He had seen the Wisp become hot enough to boil water and completely melt solid objects, but not her true form, her human form. He knew he missed more than what Vanya's book had shared, but seeing how much was different still felt strange.

“Because she’s Y/N/N,” Klaus singsongs. “Will o’ the Wisp.”

“I can’t remember the last time she got that mad,” Allison says.

“Only one time I know of,” Vanya says. “When she nearly burned that pavilion down at the park.”

“Oh yeah,” Klaus says.

Allison grimaces slightly at the memory. “I always forget how scary she can be. Like the Wisp is one thing, but she’s-”

“Hot-headed,” Diego states.

"Really, Diego," Luther narrowed his gaze at him.

"What? She is, and she doesn't-"

Five shakes his head. "You just bring out the best in everyone, don't you, Diego."

Diego goes to reply but doesn't get the chance.

"Should someone check on Y/N?" Vanya asks.

When no one volunteers, Five rolls his eyes. "Fine. I'll do it. It amazes me you all survived so long without me."

She startles slightly as Five blinks into her room, but she seems to recover quickly.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Well, nothing is on fire," she states. "So it could be worse." She takes off her coat and throws it on her desk chair. The steam is still rising from it. She rolls her shoulders, and the Wisp appears in the room. Goosebumps form as her superheated skin rapidly cools as the heat of The Wisp leaves her. She rubs her arms.

"So that means the building is fine, doesn't tell me if you are," he counters. Earning him an exhausted sigh from his sister.

"You still think he'll listen to me?" she asks him.

"Diego? Yeah, I mean, they didn't break the statue to spite you. They are just morons that don't know their own strength or stupidity."

"Luther would wish he was back on the moon if they did. Diego too. The one place too far out of my reach."

"Still doesn't answer my question."

"I'm fine now that I'm out of the rain, and we can stretch out," she gestures at the Wisp. "I hate the rain, and I have a headache after everything that has happened today."

"You and me both," Five admits. "Doesn't help that your body just went from hot enough to melt your umbrella to normal temperature in less than a minute. If your body wasn’t so used to your powers, then I'd think you might have boiled your brain. So a headache after using your powers more than you probably have in over a decade isn’t surprising."

"I think I might take a nap," she says as she lays down.

"Probably a good idea," he nods.

"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?" She yawns.

"Don't worry about me,” he says vaguely. “I'll be around."

She leaves her room a bit later to find most of her siblings have gone. Vanya, Diego, Klaus, and even Five had left. None of them bothered to tell her goodbye. However, she didn’t really expect them to after everything that happened. But she was disappointed. Five was gone.

“Hey,” she says when she finds Allison in the main room.

“Feeling better?” Allison asks.

“Well,” she chuckles. “The primary pain in my ass and source of rage headaches, took my secondary source of headaches with him when he left. So yeah, much better.”

“You must love the quiet now then,” Allison states.

“I don’t mind the quiet. It means no one is actively trying to kill each other, or if they are it isn’t my problem,” she admits.

“True, let the city deal with them for once,” Allison agrees, laughing slightly at the somewhat dramatic way her sister drops into a nearby chair. “They’ll fix the statue. I’m sure Pogo won't let it stay like that forever. I’ll make sure Luther fixes it if I have to.”

“Thanks. I don’t doubt that.” She looks over and really studies her sister. “I didn’t really get to talk to you earlier, but I’m sorry about what happened with Claire.”

“Thanks. Hopefully if I can show them I’m not using rumors anymore, that things might go back to normal,” Allison says.

“I hope so too,” she says. “If anyone knows how hard it can be to resist your powers, it’s me.”

“You don’t even get that option,” Allison says. “Can’t imagine how that feels.”

“The harsh fluorescent lights at work drown out a lot of glow. Atleast enough my co-workers can ignore it. I hope. No one has actually complained that I know of. But everyone else, like my neighbors or people at the grocery store, no matter how many times people see me, even without the Wisp, they stare. I’m just uncanny and eerie, lucky me.”

Allison nods. “I’m used to people staring because of my job, not my powers.”

“Oh, my one neighbor thinks she is your biggest fan. She is the only one that stops by to chat and actually treats me like I'm not a freak. She loves your work. And it may not be the limelight, but we survive,” She grins. “On the bright side, I’m never cold, and my heating and electric bills are low.”

"Well, I'm glad I could help you make a friend even when I'm not there." Allison shakes her head and laughs. “The limelight isn’t all that great these days.”

“Still pays the bills, right?”

“Yeah, it does.”

Y/N went up to her room and after being unable to really settle enough to sleep anymore. She digs deep into her powers and summons multiple small flickering orbs of light no bigger than a candle flame. She does something she doesn't often do anymore. She split her mind into six small fragments and sends them out into the world. Each one seeks the areas her siblings often dwell. The barrage to her senses as six sets of images and sensations try to form in her mind all at once is nauseating, and pressure starts to build behind her temples. But the sick feelings are drowned out as she focuses on the lights. She lets two of them fade to nothing when she realizes Luther and Allison are still at the academy, seemingly in their own world of their own issues. She lets another fade as she finds Klaus seemingly talking to himself in Diego’s car. She follows Diego and isn't surprised to find him staring off into nothingness, brooding, she figures. She caught glimpses of Five and Vanya talking at Vanya’s apartment. So she let all but one fade to nothing. Somehow she just knew Diego was going to be the one causing trouble right now. So she focuses her attention on that particular orb, on keeping an eye on Diego.

#the umbrella academy x reader #tua x reader #diego hargreeves x female!reader #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x y/n #female!reader #reader insert #tw: violence #tw: depression #tw: isolation #tw: fighting #tw: neglect #tw: funeral #tw: death mention #tw: manipulation #tw: anxiety

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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I LOVE your writing so much and I was just wondering if you’d be interested in writing a diego hargreeves x gender neutral reader, where reader is really insecure and doesn’t think they’re good enough for him so diego comforts and reassures them about their relationship with him (sorry if that doesn’t make sense I’m super sleep deprived rn), I totally understand if you don’t wnna write it, have a good day/night :)

I am so sorry this took so long, i kept putting it off bc i was worried it wouldn't be good enough, but it's here now anyway, ily.

Always - Diego Hargreeves

You couldn't remember when you'd begun to doubt yourself, or your relationship with Diego. It just started, the thoughts of your relationship, lingering and dark, opinions of your worthiness for him, replaying against your mind at late hours of the night.

You loved the man wholeheartedly, the way he made you feel unmatched to any other, but there were things you questioned on days when you sat on social media for too long, or your eyes lingered to someone on the street who was something you were not.

You'd thought about telling him, the concept of confessing your insecurities to Diego a much thought-over topic, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. What if that little voice in your head was right, and what if in discussing such things, Diego agreed, maybe deciding he was better off on his own? But you knew he loved you, he told you continuously, every day before he left for work, every night before you went to sleep. Still, there were other words on your mind that you heard on the same loop. Your own doubts and fears.

You'd managed to suppress how you felt for a while, keeping the thoughts and feelings quiet for you to deal with on your own. However, as time passed, your concerns grew, and the pile of uncertainties in your mind rose until things began to tumble. And when things start breaking down, people begin to notice.

"Hey, something's up with you," Diego pauses the motion removing his jacket, sitting beside you on the couch. "Tell me about it?" His voice is gentle, question not demanding in the slightest, you love him for that, but you can't bring yourself to do what he asks.

"I'm fine Diego, how was your day?"

Diego moves from beside you on the couch, opting to kneel in front of you instead. You know this tactic, the way he gets you to look at him.

"More importantly, how was your day?" He ignores your question entirely, putting it back on you like a pro. Unluckily for Diego, you're just as good at deflecting.

"It was fine, d'you want coffee?" You stand, resting a gentle hand on Diego's shoulder as you move past him to the kitchen. The most efficient way to keep everything packed inside is to not get caught up in his sweet eyes.

"Hey, hey, wait." He's up on his feet now too, following you, and you have to admit, it's annoying how he won't let it go. "Talk to me, baby."

There's no escaping him or this situation you realise because with every lie he sees through you like glass. "What do you want to talk about?" You keep your back to him still, despite feeling yourself giving in. If you don't look at him, perhaps you can hold out a little longer.

"I wanna talk about you, and whatever's going on in that beautiful head of yours."

You scoff, trying your best to seem as though you're busy with coffee, even though it's four o'clock in the afternoon and you are sure as hell you don't need it. "I told you I'm okay, Diego."

"No, you're not." He's persistent. You'll give him that. "You're not smiling like usual. You've stopped doing all your cute, quirky shit, and you won't even look at me."

"What cute, quirky shit?"

You can hear Diego let out a breath from behind you, and you feel his arms snake around your waist, pulling you close to him. "The rambling and the random humming."

You frown, "I don’t ramble."

Diego chuckles, and you can feel the vibrations of it through your back. "Oh, yes, you do. I get you started on something, and you're on it for hours." He takes a breath, and you feel that too. It runs right through you. "And that's not a negative thing, I love it when you ramble, which is why I hate it that you've stopped."

He's getting to you, breaking your walls down with each sweet word, and you have to pull away before the glass breaks. You shuffle yourself out of his arms, even when you feel cold doing so. "You don't like when I ramble, and you don't like it when I hum or fidget-"

"Who told you that?" Diego cuts you off. The frown on his face seems genuinely defensive as if he's ready to fight whoever has spread what he deems to be misinformation.

"Nobody Diego. Nobody told me, I just know."

"What'd you mean, you just know?" He takes a step forward, trying to meet you in the middle. You move back.

"I just know that I'm not good enough for you." It slips out before you can stop it, words hanging in the air like a model plane, suspended from a kids’ bedroom ceiling.

"Who the fuck told you that?" Diego looks utterly confused, though he always is.

"Nobody, it’s just—it's a feeling that I have." It's embarrassing to say aloud, and your body responds by shrinking into itself, one arm folded over your body, the other hand hiding your face. You feel sick, and you can sense the tears burning behind your eyes.

"Baby," You hear Diego move forward, heavy boots clunky angst the floorboards. "Hey, look at me."

"You're a fucking hero Diego, you have superpowers for god’s sake." You refuse to look at him, you can't. "I'm just—me."

"And I love you," Diego reaches to touch you and you move back, turning away. One touch from him and the floodgates will open. You can't put that on him, guilt trip him into staying with you forever.

"Hey, No. Don't do that." Diego captures you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. "I love you, and you mean more to me than some stupid ability to throw shit. I fucking love you."

You try to hide a sniffle with a deep breath, hands still over your eyes. You think if you keep them there, you can trap the tears inside.

"Hey, are you hearing me?" Diego's voice is soft, gentle and so reassuring that you could get lost in it. "How many times do I have to say it for you to believe me? What can I do to make you believe me?"

All you do is shake your head. it doesn't make sense to do so, but right now words aren't your strong point. Diego kisses the back of your head, then your neck, and your shoulder. He's trying to make you laugh, smile, say something, and you know it.

"If it's between the both of us, I think I'm the one that doesn't deserve you, okay?" You sniffle again, a breathy chuckle passing through your lips. "Don't you laugh at that baby, I'm being serious."

You know he is, and even if you find it hard to believe, it does make you feel better. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't you do that either." Diego turns you around, pulling you in for a hug. "No apologising."

You hug him back because it's all you can think of to do, and you find your spirits lifting, even despite your doubts.

"I need you to make me a promise," Diego gives you a squeeze, words muttered into your hair.

"Okay."

He pulls back, just enough so that he can see your face as he takes it in his hands. "You promise me that if you ever feel like that again, you come to me. We'll talk it out, and every time I'll tell you just how many people I would kill for you."

He smiles and you try to mimic the expression. The honesty in his voice silences the racing of your mind for the minute, and you feel comfortable with yourself again.

"Now give me a kiss."

You laugh at that but do as he says before he brings you in for another hug, squeezing you so tight you can hardly breathe. It feels great, losing your breath over him, and you'll happily do it again and again, knowing that he feels the same.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads @hiya-its-amber

UMBRELLA ACADEMY TAGLIST: @thelaststraw3

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t-marveland · 2 years

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𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 | diego hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 70

Masterlist

Tu avais eu l'idée d'aller au bowling avec tes frères et sœurs cependant tout ne s'était pas passé comme prévu. Ta famille n'était pas comme les autres et il a fallu que Luther avec sa force surhumaine détruise tout.

❝━ Pourquoi faut-il que vous détruisiez toujours tout ? Dis-tu.

━ Rappelle-moi qui a brûlé sa chambre quand elle avait 10 ans déjà ? Rétorqua Diego.❞

Toi.

#umbrella academy #x reader #reader insert #gif imagine #umbrella acedmy #diego hargreeves

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moonydustx · 1 month

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

requests are open - more masterlist

Diego Hargreeves x F!Reader

○ The Girl At The Bar - violence, fluff

Five Hargreeves x F! Reader

○ Not Hate Enough - angst with a happy ending

○ What do you feel? - fluff

#reader insert #fiction #no use of y/n #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy s3 #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x reader #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves

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ch0c0-cake · 2 years

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Five With an S/O Scared of Fireworks

five hargreeves x male!reader

decided to write this because i hate fireworks and couldn’t find any comfort fics, thus i wrote this little thing myself. so this is kind of a self insert. my bad-

this is set in a nice little AU where they stopped the apocalypse the first time with no problems

warnings - cursing

No one in the Umbrella Academy celebrated 4th of July much, but many people around did. Especially in a large city.

There were MANY fireworks.

Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five, and Viktor sat outside just watching calmly until Klaus spoke up.

“Has anyone seen dear (Y/n) anywhere?” He hummed out, leaning forward in his chair and glancing around.

“Haven’t seen him.” Luther shrugged.

“I saw him in the kitchen, but didn’t see him come outside.” Allison spoke, rubbing her thighs a bit.

“Should we check on him..?” Viktor spoke softly, glancing to the rest of his family.

“Someone should, duh.” Diego flipped a knife up in the air and caught it. “He’s family and shit. Shouldn’t you know where he is, Five?”

The group looked around and Five stood up. “I’ll look for him. I don’t think he’s a fan of fireworks.” He went inside without another word. Five didn’t know the extent of your fear, or else he would have already been at your side.

Upon realizing you weren’t in your room, he went to his own instead. That’s really the only other place you’d be. He knocked softly on the door.

“(Y/n)? You in there? Everyone’s asking about you.” He waited a couple seconds for some kind of response, frowning when he didn’t get one. He almost knocked again, but stopped when a loud whimper came from the room after a rather loud firework went off somewhere outside. “Hey, I’m coming in.” He said, determination now in his tone. He opened the door quickly and his heart dropped at what he saw.

There, curled up in his bed, lay you. Your face peered out from a large pile of blankets, and you held two pillows against either sides of your head. You were shaking so bad the mountain of blankets were quivering as well. Another firework boomed and you flinched with another soft cry.

“Oh shit.” Five whispered, swiftly going over to where you were curled. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the pillows against your ears, trying to block out the sound as best you could. Your breath was fast, bursting in and out quickly. Your lip quivered like a baby about to start bawling.

“Come here, I’ve got you.” He got onto the bed next to you and instantly pulled you into his arms. You dropped the pillows and clung to Five like a baby clinging to its mother. Your body jerked as another firework boomed, sobs wracking your body as multiple went off at once. He held you tightly against him in an attempt to ground you, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“Hey hey hey, look at me.” He whispered, taking your face in one of his hands and looking into your teary eyes. Your eyes shut tightly at the sound of more fireworks. “Just look at me, sweetheart. Breathe.” He kept his voice low, not wanting to scare you anymore. You opened your eyes and looked at him, and he could tell you were trying hard to stop crying. “I know you’re scared, I know it’s loud. Just focus on me.” He kept his voice tender and gentle.

“I-I-I ca-can’t-”

“Shhhh…yes you can. You’ve faced much worse than fireworks. I’m right here. I’m here to take care of you.” His voice was soft yet firm. You began to attempt to talk to him, trying to convey what you wanted from him. His eyes never left yours, being patient while you tried to get your words out.

“C-C-Can we-” you paused to let out another sob. “Sn-Snuggle?”

Five offered a small smile. “Of course we can snuggle if it makes you feel better.” He held you close with one arm and used his free hand to adjust the pillows back on the bed. Stopping to comfort you every time a firework went off, he laid down with you in his arms and pulled the blankets over the best he could. He brought your face into his neck, trying to cover your ears the best he could.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ears, kissing your forehead and temples whenever you flinched due to the loud booming of the fireworks. Overtime, he felt you gradually relax into his body.

“That’s it. Just relax, darling. I’m right here. Not going anywhere, understand? I love you so so much.” Five cooed, playing with your hair and then going to rub your back.

Once you stopped responding to him and the fireworks, he carefully adjusted so he could see your face. He smiled once he saw your eyes closed, lip no longer quivering. You were sleeping like a baby.

“There we go…” Five kept his voice quiet, not daring risking waking you. He allowed himself to relax as well, holding you protectively and falling asleep to the sound of your soft breathing and the fireworks going off outside.

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note - hey so, i sort of need to make an official tag list? i know some of you want to be tagged for the ‘let go’ series, but im not certain if the same people want to be tagged for other works. thus! if you would like to be on my tag list, please just send me a message or an ask, it would be much appreciated !

tags 🏷 - @ay4kshalatus

#five hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy x reader #five hargreeves x you #comfort #five hargreeves #male reader #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #viktor hargreeves

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