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blossomsl0ve · 1 year
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Incorrect quotes | The Umbrella Academy |
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Y/n: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?
Five: Stop romanticizing the past.
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Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Klaus*
Klaus: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.
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Y/n: My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like.
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Y/n: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.
Klaus : Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.
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Y/n: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.
Klaus : The cow???
Y/n: What?
Five: Klaus , W H Y?
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Y/n: Is having a penis fun?
Viktor : It has its ups and downs.
Klaus : Sometimes it’s a little hard.
Diego : It’s a pain in the ass.
Five : Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.
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Y/n: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.
Klaus : ... Your what?
Y/n: My friends.
Five: Are they saying “friends”?
Viktor : I think they're being sarcastic.
Diego : No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Y/n! All of your friends are in this room.
Y/n: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.
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Luther : I was thinking I'd do some magic-
Diego : You? Magic? Luther, it says talent show.
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Y/n, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!
Klaus : I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar,
Klaus : Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!
Y/n, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS
Klaus : ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!
Klaus : YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND
Y/n, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ
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Y/n: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.
Luther : Oh, you’ve been?
Y/n: Once. In Monopoly.
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moonydustx · 6 months
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Hey! I'm Lia, 25 y/o, brazilian, pronouns she/her.
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ourgoddessathena · 2 years
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Diego : "Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve."
Y/N : "I think you mean cards."
Diego, pulling knives out of their sleeves : "No, I do not."
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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.
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lizthewriter · 2 months
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bad idea right? / diego hargeeves
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PAIRING  s1!diego hargreeves x fem!reader
SUMMARY  you and diego broke up a while ago, but when he texts you at perhaps the most vulnerable time of your life, you can't help but answer.
TAGS  s1!diego hargreeves x fem!reader, clubbing, partying, exes, reunion, making out, everyone simping for five meanwhile my obsession with diego 🧍‍♀️, i just rewatched s2 and s3 of tua
QUOTE  "i'm right here with all my friends, / but you're sending me your new address, / and i know we're done, i know we're through, / but god, when i look at you," - bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo
WORD COUNT 1.1K
WRITTEN  12.10.2023
tonight was your night. strobing lights flashing all around you, sticky spots on your arms where people accidentally spilled their liquor, bodies flush against your own as everyone flowed with the music. you could forget all about any and every difficulty in your life. one night of drinking and partying, which you would most likely regret in the morning. but for now, you didn't care. you were having fun.
"hey, what's that?" your friend shouted over the booming music. you couldn't hear her.
"what?" you shouted back in confusion. she reached over to you, pulling out a blinkering device from the small, glittery purse barely hanging off of your arm. It was your phone - someone was calling. She looked at the caller ID and her expression darkened. "Who is it?"
You walked around her, only to see him. That stupid fucking smile of his, so goddamn beautiful. You felt your heart sink into your stomach and it settled with a tragic gurgle at the bottom of your gut. Your friend immediately hung up on him and gave you your phone back. "Just leave it alone, okay? Remember why you came here in the first place . . ."
Her expression was encouraging - she wanted you to say it. With a relictant role of your eyes, you responded, "to get drunk and forget about him," with as much disdain as you could.
"Exactly," she responded with a simpering smile, clapping her hands together. She grabbed you by the shoulders, turned you around, and started to push you towards the mass of bodies. "So go out there, dance your ass off, and make every man in this room jealous that he can't have you. Go!"
"All right, all right!" You exclaimed in response, shrugging her hands off your shoulder and entering the crowd through a very narrow passageway between two couples dancing it out. As the scent of alcohol, sweat, and sex assaulted your senses, you started to wonder whether this was a good idea at all. You slowly looked towards your purse. No. You promised yourself you wouldn't crawl back to him. But it was just too easy to pull out your phone and stare at new messages you recieved.
DIEGO (10:34PM) look, i know things ended badly
DIEGO (10:34PM) but i can be better
DIEGO (10:35PM) Location shared. come on please, just talk to me
It wouldn't be a big deal if you went over, right? I mean, you were just friends. That's what you decided on when you ended your relationship, even if you had ignored him since said desicion. It was just one night. One singular night, and you were just stopping by. It totally wasn't a bad idea at all. Right?
You didn't bother saying goodbye to your friend. She was probably already luring they guy she was dancing with to the bathroom - you wouldn't see her for a while. And she wouldn't see you either.
His address wasn't far off from where you were - you could walk there, even. You ignored the catcalls and whistles thrown your way, rushing through the streets to the one person who could ever get you to do something like this. He was your biggest strength and your worst weakness, all at once.
You climbed the stairs to an apartament complex to the second floor, flying past the different room numbers until you found his. With heavy breath, you raised your hand to the wood but hesitated. How was this night going to end? Well . . . how do you want this night to end? You weren't going to pretend as though you didn't miss him whole-heartedly. But it was hard to pretend as though he wasn't the one who ended things.
You were delusional. You thought, maybe one more night together would be good for us.
You knocked, three times. It wasn't long before he swung open the door and leaned against it, again, with fhat smug smirk. Diego. His eyes followed the length do your body - you almost forgot you had dressed up to go out with your friend.
"All for me?" He asked, returning his gaze to your eyes. It was alluring - not begging, but demanding that you come inside. It was hard to tear your eyes away from him. He was still in his vigilante gear and he knew how that made you feel.
A plesant blush spread over your cheeks. "I was out clubbing," you responded shyly, shifting your weight between your feet. He said nothing, only moving out fo your way and pulling the door wider. Asking to please, come in. You hurried inside - after all, you were shivering from the freezing cold in a much-too-short mini-dress and skinny heels. "I'll admit, I wasn't expecting you to reach out."
"No?" He had his back turned to you, by the small counter that must be the kitchen. He faced you again, with two glass tumblers and offered you a drink. You accepted - after all, he was being hospitable and you didn't want to be rude. Finding a place to get comfortable, you leaned against what you could call a kitchen table, but being truthful, you were practically seated upon it. "I wasn't expecting you to come."
You shrugged, taking a long dreg from your tumbler, staring at the bottom of it when it left your lips. The tension in the room was thicker than blood. You looked up when the sound of Diego's drink meeting the table met your ears. He approached you, almost cautiously, like you were a deer in headlights. Taking the drink from your hand, he placed it on the table far from you and rested his hands on the surface of the table behind you. You were trapped. But it didn't much feel that way. In fact, you felt almost free, like ever since the break-up a piece of you had been locked up and now that you were with Diego . . . you were free to be who you are and do whatever you wanted.
"Which means we both know why we're here, right now," he said softly. An hour ago, you had told your friend that you and Diego were purely platonic. I only see him as a friend. You scoffed at yourself now. If that wasn't the biggest lie you've ever told yourself.
One of his hands reached out, trailing shapes onto the skin of your hand. This was a horrible idea.
"If you don't want to do this, I suggest you leave now."
It was a terrible idea.
But God, you wanted him.
"Why do you think I'm here you big dummy?" You smashed your lips against his, wrapping your legs around his torso while your hands trailed their way up his neck.
He grinned against your lips, his hand trailing down to clutch your ass. "Now that's what I'm talking about."
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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.
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"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.
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AN: it's unedited scrap hour
TAGLIST GENERAL: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads
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ashdreams2023 · 2 years
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Hii idk if ypu have already done this but could you do some smut head cannons for dirgo hargreeves? Thank uu <33
Hot damn hehe
Diego hargreeves smut headcaons
He’s annoying as in he’ll tease to no end
Likes to hold you by your wrist above your head
Knife play
Loves sucking and licking on your inner thigh and neck
Will press himself against you from behind if he’s hard
Licks his fingers and stare right in your eyes
Loves receiving oral but also knows his way when giving
He’s fuck you in the most random places when it’s in the heat of the moment
His after care is nice though, keeps you close until you calm down and gets you something to drink afterwards
Carries condoms in one of his pockets just in case
If you suck on his tongue while making out he’s out he will cum in his pants
Might slide his hand in your pants in public but like in a unnoticeable place like in a cinema theater
Likes to stare at you both undressing and getting dressed
He’s very open to letting you dominate him if you suggest it
He’s also into choking, so do it when you ride him
Into mirror sex
he gets kinda sleepy after going all rough and wild on you
Some days he just wants to do deep thrusts and hear your desperate moans
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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.
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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.
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burning-omen · 2 years
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Diego Hargreeves x GN!reader headcanons
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Diego Hargreeves x Gn!reader
Pronouns used: none
Requested by anonymous: Hello lovely, would I be allowed to request GN reader dating Diego Hargreeves headcanons? (I love your writing so much and please take your time with this!!)
Warning⚠️: knives, accidentally cutting himself, almost getting your shit rocked by Viktor, not beta read because my beta readers are fucking sleeping (the nerve).
Reblogs>likes
(a/n: I've been Violently Sick for the passed few days and I'm in so much pain and the only thing I can do is lay in bed so I was like “might as well do some request”)
He's a bisexual and I stand by that.
He's never really been the dating type so he's a little lost when you first start your relationship
He took you axe throwing as a date once, just to see if you'd like it. Now you go at least twice a month (it’s y'all thing)
Watching him play with knives and him trying to do an advanced trick to impress you but ends up hurting himself.
Like almost cutting his fingers off.
But it's just a scratch, he's okay.
Make him move in with you, anything is better than a hot ass, sweaty, gym boiler room.
Never had any kind of casually intimate relationship. Like he's never had someone who just loved him for no other reason than just “because I do”
He's scared of you leaving him, he doesn't show it often, but honestly every relationship he's had ended in some kind of tragedy.
More specifically Patch.
You didn't know about Patch until later in your relationship. He was destroyed by her death. Which only really hit him after he helped save the world (and universe, and multiverse etc..).
Okay moving on from the sad.
He's not a morning person and it’s your fault.
Years of training, a lifetime of waking up at the crack of dawn… Ruined.
Because of you and your “just a few more hours baby, I’m tired”
Sleeps in with you one time and he’s a different man.
He can sleep until noon.
He will force you to stay in bed with him, arm and legs fully locked around your body with the intention of keeping you in bed.
If you’re Strong, then you're just gonna have to carry the bastard on your back as you get ready because he’s not letting go.
If you’re not, rip.
He’s always cold, like all the damn time. Non-stop freezing.
He gonna put his little cold hands on you
And his cold everything else.
And you’re going to suffer.
He does it out of love though.
Get him a nice knife, even if it’s purely decorative and just made to sit and look pretty on a shelf, get him one.
He loves it, even if he can’t use it.
We know he likes to dance, but he doesn’t like dancing in front of people.
So you’re gonna have to do a fucked up dance in front of him first because one thing he’s not fucking doing is opening that floodgate on his own.
Once he’s comfortable and has established that he can do his dorky little dances in front of you he’s ready for marriage.
Like he’s walking down the aisle the moment he sees the acceptance in your eyes.
Honestly and truly your biggest simp.
He thinks you’re so hot.
Whether you're the type of person that just dresses nicely every day and just looks amazing all the damn time.
Or you only get dressed up for special occasions and are in you pajamas any other time he doesn’t give a FUCK.
Dates are weird.
Depending on which season this takes place in he’s either 1) a vigilante, 2) a mental hospital escapee, 3) being hunted by the Sparrows, or 4) whatever fuckery Reggie has set up to keep his children from living normally in the Hargreeves capitalist utopia.
So…ya know. Regular dates might be a little difficult. But stay at home date are always an option.
Cooking together, watching movies, cuddling. The whole 9 yards for him.
He Refuses to introduce you to his family. Not because he doesn’t want you meeting them, it’s just he has a feeling that somebody (Klaus) will have some very embarrassing things to say about him.
That’s okay tho, Klaus let himself into your house once after finding out Diego lives there and embarrassed him anyways.
The rest of the family was honestly super easy after that.
Except for Viktor.
Turns out, he’s very protective of his family and will Beat Your Ass for his brother.
Luckily, he approves.
Idk what else to say so uuuuhhhh….
He loves you and you have changed his life for the better. He can’t imagine a life without you and he doesn’t want to. He just loves you so much.
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blossomsl0ve · 1 year
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Incorrect quotes Pt. 2 | The Umbrella Academy |
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Y/n: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.
Ben, not looking up from his book: Spear.
Y/n: BLOCKED.
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Y/n: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives
Five: I wake up at 4:30 AM
Y/n:
Y/n: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives
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Y/n: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.
Lila: Only if you also don't ask why
Lila: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick.
Y/n:
Lila:
Y/n: This one is fine
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Klaus: Goodnight moon.
Klaus: Goodnight tree.
Klaus: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.
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Y/n: Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
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Klaus: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them
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Klaus: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.
Y/n: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.
Viktor: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-
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Y/n: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it
Diego: Just rip the bandage off.
Y/n: It’s Five.
Diego: Put the bandage back on.
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moonydustx · 2 years
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The Girl At The Bar
Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x f!Reader
Summary: You need to put on the self-defense classes that Diego gave you one day. It turns out that not everything goes as expected.
Warnings: fights, violence (nothing much described), two idiots in love, mention of knives and guns, fluff, a lot of fluff. Sorry if i forget some warning.
Word Count: 3.752
A/N: This is part of another bigger story with Diego that I'm writing, but it didn't fit anywhere. I decided to leave it here.
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The same country melody was already playing for the tenth time in the bar, even though you had heard the song for the first time not long ago, you already knew it completely from so many times you heard it. But it was part of the job, right?
One of the perks of working there was that you were normally a night person, so it hardly got in the way of your day to day life. In fact, it should be the only advantage, because the salary was mediocre, but enough for you to survive and still save a little money to be able to invest in something better than that.
“Hi sweetie” a male voice interrupted you as you finished organizing some drinks “One more shot”.
“One moment please” you asked as you ran in your heels until you reached the other side of the bar to deliver the drinks. When he returned, he saw that the man was still waiting for the dose, with a not very good expression “Sorry for the delay”.
"Just because I'm an old man doesn't earn your attention?" he growled, making you roll your eyes.
"Today the bar is full of customers, again I apologize for the delay" you just said, filling his glass.
“How long have you been working here?” he tried to bring up the subject and even against your will, he stayed there out of politeness.
“A few months ago”
“Well, your face is not familiar to me at all. Do you have a house to support?”
"Bills to pay, food to buy..." you listed, ready to turn your back on him.
"I don't know if the old attendant told you, but if you want, some guys can help you get paid a little more" the man said with a mischievous smile between his lips, which were wrapped in a whitish beard "I mean, you're not the kind of woman who goes unnoticed.”
You stared at him in bewilderment for a few seconds, knowing exactly what he was suggesting. It was a common thing in that bar, if you wanted to earn a tip on the outside, you could do some kind of service on the outside too, which was totally against what you thought.
“Do you need any more drinks?” you asked in a harsh tone, making your displeasure clear.
“Not yet, honey,” he muttered something in a tone you can't hear and backed away from the counter.
To the side, you could see Timmy laughing at the situation. He was a great companion at the bar, considering that his parents, who owned the place, didn't make a point of helping or even giving him a dollar to stay there. Even God would doubt all the bizarre things the two of you have seen during the long nights.
The day went by faster than you expected, closing your time as usual at 2 A.M. You were exhausted, you had no idea how people were in the mood to go out and drink so much on a Wednesday.
“Did you notice the way that guy looked at you?” Timmy said as he helped you carry some bags to the dump.
“He was a pervert, he was waiting for me to offer an extra service”
“How disgusting” the brunette stated, shaking his hands to get rid of the rest of the dirt “I really don't know how you have the courage to stay in this place. Strange men, going out at dawn... Aren't you afraid?”
"Sometimes yes, but I'm always protected" You bent down just enough to show the shiny hilt of the knife you carried in your boot.
"I don't know if I'm more relaxed or nervous knowing this" he laughed, taking a few steps in the opposite direction of yours "See you tomorrow?"
"Certainly. See you later Timmy!”
You turned your back and then hurried your steps to your apartment. The way wasn't very long, but the city streets looked sinister at that time of night and as much as your best friend insisted that you use his car, you didn't think it was fair, after all he also worked at that time.
After a few minutes walking, you heard a strange noise coming from one of the alleys you had just passed, it sounded like something heavy falling to the ground. Between seeing what it was and getting out of there as quickly as possible, you opted for the second option.
As soon as you arrived at the building, climbed the stairs and quickly entered your apartment. You got rid of the overcoat you were wearing, keeping the dress, the thick pantyhose and the boots, turned on the TV and left it on the first movie that came on, while you hunted for something to eat. Without many options, you took some cereal and mixed it with milk and some chocolate chips. It should be enough to keep you going until dawn or until you have the courage to make real food.
Before you could plop down on the couch in the living room and watch Bad Boys, you could hear a discreet knock on the door. You left the cereal on the small coffee table and before you could open the door, you looked through the peephole who the illustrious visitor was at that hour.
“Maybe you're a little late for dinner” you joked as soon as you ran into Diego Hargreeves.
“I can keep the leftovers” without much ceremony, he entered the apartment.
The friendship of years you had worked that way.
They both had extreme freedom with each other, which included visits at inopportune hours and a constant intrusion into each other's lives. It all started when they had neighboring windows, even when they were children. Years passed, the two grew up and even though life insisted that you lived in different worlds, fate seemed to insist on putting you together.
“I need your help” he handed a small box in your hand, which you identified as a first aid box “I ended up cutting myself, the place is kind of bad for me to do the stitches”.
"Or you're just scared" you punctuated, guiding him to the couch "Let's take a look at this"
Diego removed his hand from his left arm, where the cut was. It wasn't that deep, but it would need some stitches. In addition to really being a difficult place to do a bandage yourself.
“May I know how you did it?”
"A silly fight, I ended up getting distracted" he just said, not looking too happy about it "But the other guy got a lot worse".
“Diego Hargreeves getting distracted? Wow!" you teased him and you can see a corner smile from him “You have to be more careful, it's not like you're Batman”.
“I'm the improved version” as much as he tried to hide it, you saw him tense a little as he felt the cotton against the wound.
“Does that make me your Robin?”
“My Alfred at most, back in the days when he still didn't have ten percent of the intelligence he actually has” Diego grumbled as he felt you pinch him. The brunette stretched to check what was left on the table "Don't tell me that's your dinner".
“That or ice cubes. It was what I had available.”
“Corazón, and I thought I was in a bad way,” he laughed, turning away as you started to stitch the first stitch.
"I have no idea what you called me, but I agree with everything else."
“How was the bar today?” he asked and you knew that Diego genuinely cared about—and hated—his job.
"The same. Same boring music, same old bastards who don't even lend themselves to leaving a tip" he listed patiently "The funniest part is I'm sure the worst guys are the same guys I'd meet at a Sunday church with their family ”.
“You need to find a new job, really. Why not try to answer it here at your apartment? Or I don't know, become a nurse. You were always good at patching people up.”
“You know why” you just replied.
You had lived through a whole drama of father, mother and all possible family problems. Your mother was a nurse and your father a constant troublemaker, the main reason you know how to do the basics of caring for someone. And it certainly wasn't something you wanted to do for the rest of your life.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude” Diego turned to you as soon as he felt you place the bandage over the stitches “Although you're a little troublemaker, I know you're better than that, I'm sure”.
“It's okay Dee” you smiled at him and stretched just enough to put the first aid kit on the table and grab your cereal bowl “Want to share dinner?”
“Sounds delicious” he said in a cynical tone, receiving a slight push from you “No thanks. Mind if I stay here a little longer? I like this movie, it's been a while since I've seen it again."
“And since when do you ask to stay?”
"You're right, you still need to give me the keys to this little joint."
After you finished your dinner, the last thing you remembered was snuggling under Diego until sleep was stronger than you.
You woke up with the sun's rays bothering your eyes, as well as the heat in your body. Did you remember sleeping on the couch, but you were waking up in your bed, without your boots and covers. You got up and walked to the kitchen, seeing on the sink a small brown package and your knife, wrapped in a piece of leather. On each of them, there was a small note.
Decent food
I sharpened your knife. Don't forget to store it with this protection so you don't hurt yourself.
You used to call Diego a heartless shrew or even a manwhore, but you knew that there, behind so much sharp stuff capable of killing half the world, he had a good heart, which sometimes left you shaken.
The day passed calmly, with plenty of time for you to rest and prepare for the next shift. Despite that, it was like a different day from the others. A strange atmosphere, something that made you shiver.
“Timmy!” You called your barmate, taking advantage of the fact that the most intense movement had not yet started “Are you feeling anything a little off today?”
“For me, everything is calm. I heard a conversation or two of some fight that happened, but nothing big” he filled two shots of tequila and handed one to you “Here, it will put those paranoia out of your mind”.
"I hope it really works" you tried to convince yourself and downed your drink, ready to return to your services.
After washing a huge pile of glasses, you can see that the bar had filled up a little more. What caught your attention right away was a guy, different from the one who used to frequent the place. He was much younger and seemed out of step with the environment, in addition to having his eyes fixed on the counter where you were.
You tried to ignore the negative thoughts it made you have and go about your routine. The rest of the night remained as normal as possible, the same music, familiar faces, same shots of whiskey served in questionable amounts.
You felt some relief when you threw the last garbage bag at the end of the day. The next day was Friday and it was your day off, a rare moment that would be put to good use marathoning anything on Netflix.
As usual, you followed at a hurried pace on your way home. About halfway through, you can hear a truck pull up a little behind you and decide to ignore it, like any other noise you hear at 2.AM.
“Hey sweetie!” a male voice called. When squinting, you saw a tall man with a serious expression walk towards you. The same weird guy from the bar “You! I just want to ask a question.”
Just a question. You thought. It seemed like a lame excuse. Of the few options you had, you decided to go with the most unlikely to work. You pretended to drop something and bent down to pick it up, reaching into your boots and pulling out the knife, hiding it in your jacket sleeve.
"How can I help you?" You used your most cynical tone, turning to him.
“I see you work at Thunders, did you hear about something that happened around the bar yesterday?” he asked, approaching. You stood firm, even though you felt it wasn't going to end well.
"I haven't heard of anything, maybe when I get back to the bar I can find out" you suggested, adjusting the knife hidden under your coat sleeve "If that's all, I wish you a good night."
“Not really” a shiver ran through your body as you felt something sharp touch your belly “My old man left the hospital this afternoon. They say he got beaten up by a bitch at the bar.”
“The place isn't usually frequented by women, but like I said, I can try to find something out” you said again, adjusting the knife in your hand.
“Let's settle it calmly, okay? Just get in the truck and we'll be on our way.” He pressed the knife to the point where you felt your skin burn under it.
Before you could lose what little courage you had, you tried to remember the pseudo-self-defense classes you'd taken. Over the years Diego had tried to teach you, but you weren't exactly a good student. They always ended up either dropping out of class or going to the first bar they came across.
Quickly, you took his hand away from your belly and used all the strength of your knee to hit him in the private parts. As soon as he doubled over in pain, you used the knife to try to hit the man, but the only thing you managed to do was get a full punch in the middle of your face.
Despite staggering back a few steps, you quickly recovered and tried to dodge him. Even without knowing how, you managed to land another blow on him, who didn't wait long to try to fight back. You waited for the contact ready to try to swerve and run as far away as possible, but he didn't come. The only thing you heard was a scream of horror shrilling from the man's throat and a knife stabbed through his hand. Shit
You watched Diego walk towards the man and hit him several times. Whoever it was didn't seem to want to fight anymore, yet Hargreeves insisted. You felt something hot on your face and it didn't take much to know that your nose was gushing blood, you took off your jacket anyway and put it on your nose, seeing that Diego also seemed to have given up fighting with the man and listened to what he had to say. to say. He dropped it on the floor and said nothing. Diego took your waist and your elbow and guided you to the car.
“Did you know it was me there? How did you get there so fast?” you asked as he started the engine and in response, there was only silence.
The way to your apartment was quick and he remained quiet the entire way, just like when he entered your house and accompanied you until you were sitting on the living room sofa.
"Are you really not going to talk to me?" you asked as you saw him head towards the kitchen “I mean, I hit that guy before he hit me, that's what you taught me, isn't it?”
“Why didn't you run?” his voice was frighteningly low.
"I told you, I hit him first, I had the upper hand"
“He had a knife and told me he had another gun in the car. Why didn't you run?” this time his voice came out louder and more furious than you were used to hearing "You don't get in a fight with someone bigger than you."
“I don't remember you teaching that. Just 'hit the lower parts, the eyes, try to be faster' there was nothing to run in your teachings" you imitated his tone of voice, taking the cloth off your face and seeing his reaction, covered your bloody face again “Since when is running self-defense?”
“Don't be stupid”
“I'm just repeating what you taught me. If I am stupid, you are even more”
“I taught it, but you were never supposed to use it. I should be there!” His scream made you cringe on the couch a little in fright.
"I'm going to take a shower, try to soften this and then we'll talk more calmly" you said already leaving towards the bathroom, without even giving him a chance to apologize.
A good part of the bath was for you to remove any traces of blood from your body, you hadn't been hurt too much, just the nose that was bleeding, but it didn't look broken and a small cut on the belly, nothing too deep. You got the first T-shirt and pajama shorts. When returning to the room, you can see Diego walking from one side to the other. His knives and daggers were no longer attached to his body and when he noticed your presence, he seemed to come out of a distant reverie.
“Can I see if it hurt?” he asked in a much calmer tone, approaching you.
“No big deal, just a little cut there” you lifted your shirt and showed the small wound “And a punch to the face, no big deal”
"Let me see" he pleaded and placed both hands on your face, lifting and turning to see possible other injuries. Only then did you notice how icy and shaky his hands were.
“Dee, is everything okay?” you asked and for a few seconds saw him open and close his mouth, trying to say something that seemed too difficult at that moment “It's okay. Remember how your mother taught? Just imagine the words.”
“I-Im.. So-” he took a deep breath again “I'm sorry”
"Why? I should thank you, you showed up at the right time”
"Can we talk?" you nodded to his question and he gently took your hand and guided you to the couch. Diego sat in front of you and seemed to analyze your every expression.
"What's up?"
“Promise not to hate me?” he asked and you agreed. After so long, it was impossible to walk away or hate him. "You know how much I hate that you work in that bar, right?"
"Okay, you've said that many times."
“Since you got in there, I always make sure you're okay, since you're stubborn enough not to use my car” he explained and noticed that you didn't seem to understand “Every day at 2 A.M., I stay close to the bar, I wait for you to go out and I accompany you home. When I see you come in and go upstairs, I know you're safe so I can get back to work.”
“Why did you never tell me that?” you asked, noticing some shame in him in telling such a story “I mean, if you did this every day, you could have told me, I could try not to bother you in any way”.
“You don't bother me,” he replied immediately. “Yesterday, an old guy, strange looking, left the bar early and waited until closing time. I kept an eye on him, and then you left to leave and he started following you and I lost my mind.”
“Grey beards, dark cap and short?” you listed and Diego nodded “He talked to me yesterday, he wanted to…”
“I know, I made him talk and then I came here”
"He did that?" you gently touched where you had bandaged him.
"It doesn't matter. That boy today was his son, he wanted some kind of revenge for his father” Diego said dejectedly, taking your hand and placing a chaste kiss “I'm sorry for putting you in the middle of this”.
You didn't answer, you just wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and hugged him with all the strength you had. He pulled you up and put you practically sitting on his lap, with your back resting on the arm of the couch.
"I promise not to let that happen again" he murmured against your neck.
“Don't be dramatic” you said against his shoulder “You saved me Dee, that's what matters. I love you"
“I love you too my sunshine” hearing that nickname after so long made butterflies fly in your stomach. You pulled back far enough to see his face, but you didn't get off Diego's legs.
“You saved me, but I have my merits. I wanted to meet Klaus to say that I can finally be called number two and a half because I know how to fight” you laughed to yourself at your own realization, but Diego seemed inert in his own thoughts “Two and seventy-five maybe?”
“Is that promise not to hate me still standing?”
“Depends, what do you mean?”
Diego chose not to respond. The only thing you felt was one of his hands pulling your face closer and his lips capturing yours, in a kiss that didn't last long, interrupted by your grunt of pain.
“Okay, that's definitely broken.” You brought your hands to your nose, where you'd felt a sharp stab of pain.
"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital"
“Who said the promise to hate you included kissing me?” you said just to upset him, while mentally you cursed your own nose for messing up the moment “I'm kidding, I would never get mad about it, the opposite actually”.
"And that's why I'm taking you to the hospital right now" he saw you get to your feet and then followed you. Before you take a step towards your room to get your things, you can feel the floor almost crumble under your feet as you feel him kiss the curve of your neck. "It took me years to have the courage to do this, I need you to improve so I can make up for lost time".
“Promise revoked Diego. I hate you"
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love-strawberry · 2 years
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the umbrella academy
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oscarisaacsspit · 1 year
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i like shiny things but i’d marry you with…💕
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froggywritesstuff · 2 years
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Y/N: can you do me a favour?
Diego: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my DNA at the crime scene, and take the blame for it if you asked to
Y/N: can you do the dishes?
Diego: no.  
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lizthewriter · 3 months
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guts! fic collection
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i. bad idea right? (diego hargreeves) ii. get him back! (theo nott) iii. pretty isn't pretty (peter parker / tom holland) iv. love is embarrassing (ted logan)
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