#c: diego

[jessehart]

WHERE: in some hallway on campus. WHO: @bigmandiego & jesse.

Cheating.

That one single word had been playing on a loop in Jesse's mind since the night of the Valentine's party. He'd tried to look at it from every angle, sus out exactly what G had meant by cheating. Was it romantic? Was it something else entirely? All he knew was that it would be impossible to narrow it down if he didn't start talking to people.

And then, like a gift from the universe, Diego caught his eye. He was across the hallway, but Jesse's long legs carried him quickly to his side, sidling up next to him with that kind of obnoxious grin he couldn't help but wield around Ogden's golden boy. "What up, Fuentes. Got a minute to walk and talk with me?"

[lastjudgmcnt]

starter for: @hallcw / diego where/when: morning

Whit tried to be a tactical thinker, though some rash decision-making tainted his record, and he was also a man of science. Maybe not quite like the Eden scientists, his professional experience skewed fast-paced and urgent, requiring practical, immediate application. He loved hands-on medicine. It felt fundamentally different, but not so much that he didn't appreciate the opportunity to lean on a logical peer like Diego.

He crouched to pick up the penny on the rug that muted their footsteps, then held it up for the other man to see. "I balanced this at the top of the door," he started, then knocked his knuckles against the wooden back door. "Like a tripwire. I didn't tell anyone." And now it was on the ground, fallen in the middle of the night. Whit straightened back to his full height, tucking the coin back into his pocket, and waited for either validation of suspicion or dismissal of paranoia.

[annabethblossom]

Hi Annabeth! I kinda need your help! :-) I was wondering if you could teach me how to cook some sweet things? I want to surprise Kurt one of these days, and I don't wanna burn down his / our room.

I can definitely do that, Sir. With summer coming, there are a lot of wonderful fruit dessert options.

[lastjudgmcnt]

As Diego explained the color-changing process, they ran into the same words-with-three-syllables-or-more problem. But instead of drawing attention to it, Oona simply smiled and nodded. There were only so many times in one conversation she could point out her lack of intelligence before it really started to bum her out—a boundary she both discovered and enforced only as she got older. "Oh wow," she said simply, trying to imbue the word with the fact that she was honestly impressed, but also looking to tiptoe away from scientific talk. "That's really interesting."

No communal wine? Oona shook her head, the tip of her finger tapping a couple of times at the base of the wineglass. "We were a pretty staunch bunch of Welch's enthusiasts," she answered with some humor. She'd long ago broken away from that church, even before the Hallow, and not entirely of her own volition, but there were still a few scattered memories that could bring a smile to her face. Sweet, sticky grape juice was one of them, apparently. At his follow-up question, Oona found herself reaching up to pinch at the crucifix that hung past her collarbones. She felt her muscles tense somewhat, uncertain and definitely not looking forward to where this topic would lead.

"I... am, yes," she answered, though the truth of the matter felt more complicated than those three words. "I find a lot of comfort in it, but I totally understand if that is not your thing." He was a scientist, after all. It wouldn't surprise her. A few scientific types have taken it upon themselves to challenge her over the past decade, as well as plenty of people who were simply grief-stricken. "I am not here to judge or cast aspersions. You're a very intelligent young man." And there she went, sounding like her grandmother. Young man. Diego was probably a few years her senior. "But to answer your next question, yes. I would go back if I could. I mean, I hope to. It's definitely where I'd like for Lydia to spend the rest of her childhood."

Mexico, Florida, Stanford—to Oona, that was an exceptionally interesting life. Even in a world-ending situation, her own stayed relatively sheltered until recently. "Fourteen?" she repeated, thinking back to when she was fourteen herself. She just remembered trudging through Great Expectations in her English class and secretly watching New Girl at her friend Hunter's house. She spent time in front of the mirror in her bedroom rolling up the bottom of her t-shirts to see what wearing a crop top would look like after her parents went to bed; she certainly wasn't attending a highly competitive university. "That must've been an intense transition. I can't imagine. I was still such a kid at 14."

And then he got involved with Eden, presumably. Oona pressed her lips together, reminding herself of her own words: not here to judge or cast aspersions. What was done is done. She cleared her throat quietly. "You know, I came into his building in hopes of finding that fancy red syrup. I don't remember what it's called, but they put it in Shirley Temples." The syrup was probably long past its expiration date, but Oona was willing to hold onto this one silly little delusion for another few minutes. Silly little delusions were sort of all she had some days. "Do you want to help me poke around behind the bar?"

"Yeah no, it's...it's a common misconception." he smiled, hoping those words provided some sort of reassurance. Diego often feared being perceived as odd, or dull, or intimidating. Feared his company might be feeling uncomfortable or, out of place. So when Oona asked him a follow-up question that could well open the floodgates of information, he was very evidently gladdened. It showed, in the way he shifted excitedly in his seat, and the way his smile was less controlled and somewhat uneven. "Okay so uh, colour." now there was a challenge of putting things in a way that did not sound like spewing out a textbook, so he leaned just slightly forward and cleared his throat. "In red wines there are these pigments called the anthocyanins, they're found in grape skin and they give it that original purple-red colour. These pigments as they age, and...well the nature of ageing itself is a contributor, but these pigments they polymerise which uh, forms larger molecules that reflect light differently. The pigments also oxidise, this shifts the colour from purple to...ruby, to garnet and sometimes brick --" he lifts his cup then, a perfect example. "and brown. Brown is a rare find." he reached for the wine cork, placing it upright between his thumb and his index. "Cork, like this one, creates small and controlled oxygen exposure. When done right it leads to this...gradual change in colour and flavour." he let go of the cork then, and with a swift movement of his hand he dismissed the rest of the factors pertaining to phenolic compounds and tannins and changes in white wine. "That's the gist of it really. Storage conditions and grape variety are contributors too but...we don't need to get into all of that."

He may have put her on the spot there, so he nodded encouragingly as she provided feedback. "Rich and sweet. Well, I'm glad we can agree." a laugh followed his words and he did not take the opportunity to dive into particular vanilla notes provided by the oak barrel storage. Instead he welcomed the change of topic and left it at that. "I see." she'd not exposed much, so he'd started putting together bits and pieces on his own. "Your church, no communal wine?" Diego knew Methodists, Baptists and the Seventh-day Adventists replaced the communal wine with grape juice, but exceptions were made across different churches depending entirely on agreed-upon preferences. There was no way of knowing for certain. Besides asking, that is. "Are you a religious person, Oona?" Diego leaned back into his chair, sinking deeper into it's comfort. His fingers lightly tapped the wine glass, which rested effortlessly above the armrest where his hand had settled. Eyes remained on her, as she spoke of the ranch, as her eyes glistened with memory of what must've been 'the most beautiful place this side of heaven'. Unbeknownst to her, there was something about those words which deepened his resolve. A lot depended on this cure, a lot could yet be restored. "Is that where you'd go? If you could? Back to Colorado?" Her questions were delivered with a coat of amusement and he had to laugh. "No, no you did not forget." Another sip of wine graced his lips before he attempted a response. Times like these Diego wished he'd lived a more...interesting life. "Well uh, before my fancy-pants school I was an infant so, Mexico?" eyes narrowed above a smile. For all the many things he could recall, he never could quite remember a time when he wasn't being taught something. From the moment he was sentient enough to truly grasp the world around him, he was already in school. His parents made sure not a single drop of potential was ever wasted. Yet it didn't exactly make for a good story, in the end. "Parents moved to Florida when I was one. I started school at four, moved to Stanford at fourteen then..." Elliot came, and he'd become a part of something he'd never really got a say in. And was stuck in it's vicious and unpredictable unravelling ever since. But again, it did not make for a good story. "I guess here I am. Here we are." part of him was itching to ask, to see what she thought of that -- of him, of Eden, of his contribution to how utterly fucked the world had become. But the other half, was stronger, and it had kept him quiet, reaching for another sip of that wine.

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[highoctanegem]

Well, you can't just tell a nosy gal that and not expect me to ask you to share as many deets as possible. Where did you go? You're right, the worms might get jelly that you can spin. But also? Maybe you're the inspiration they need to get wiggling.

Oh, none taken. I don't even remember why I should be offended. (And if you remind me, I'll pretend I'm Jared, 19). I didn't even think you were being mean. Sometimes communication works like that! A few whoopsies here and there. LOL! I know all about social lubrication. We so are <3 I really like you, I'm starting to think you should be our official photographer. But like that sounds like a wedding type of Not that I mean We're not We haven't I should ask

When you travel two continents, you learn that everyone has a different way of doing things. I like to think I was always pretty open-minded, that no personal spin has spun me too far, but there is always space to spin a little faster, no? Though, perhaps I should keep the spinning to a minimum; I wouldn't want to upset the worms.

Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to insinuate anything and I mean no offense. I'm sure you and your partner are upstanding citizens. Or, well, on-the-ground-with-the-worms-ing citizens.

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[lcvewaslcst]

@middlefade

diego stepped into the dimly lit bar, the pulsating rhythm of the music creating a muffled backdrop to the clinking of glasses and lively chatter. the air was thick with the scent of alcohol, an unmistakable blend of whiskey and the lingering fragrance of past patrons. as he glanced around, his eyes searched for the one person who could momentarily lift the weight off his shoulders - stella. the low hum of conversations and laughter surrounded him, but his focus was unwavering. he moved through the crowd with purpose, a sense of anticipation building within him. the neon lights above the bar cast a warm, crimson glow on the polished wooden surfaces, creating an atmosphere that seemed to dance between nostalgia and a hint of mystery. his gaze fell to stella seated at one of the raised bartop tables, the subtle play of light highlighting her features. the music seemed to recognize her presence, the volume lowering ever so slightly as if giving her a stage for the moment. he made his way toward her, the edges of his lips curling into a half-smile. the clinking and clacking of his dress shoes against the floor echoed in rhythm with the music, creating a cadence that mirrored the beat of his racing heart. he could feel the tension of the day slowly dissipating, replaced by a calm certainty that only stella could evoke - a knowing plan for how the rest of the evening would play out, a stark contrast to the day he now left behind. as he approached, the subtle perfume she wore teased his senses, a scent that hinted at both allure and vulnerability. he cleared his throat, ready to deliver a well-practiced line that hid the underlying turmoil he often carried with him. "well, well, if it isn't the highlight of my evening."

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[annabethblossom]

"If this is you being sedintary, you must be a danger to traffic when 'in shape', Sir," Annabeth teased, dragging her fingers over the damp skin of Diego's shoulder. "Gotta wear waterproof lipstick to the pool." Her mouth curved up in a smile as her hair spread out on the water, floating around her. "I can't stay in here long, need to put on my sunblock."

Diego chuckled, licking his lips at the thought of Annabeth giving him a massage. "Nah, I just spend a lot of time sitting on the firm, I guess I need to go more often to the gym and work out my strength on them" he explained and swam over where she was, leaning closer to her. "Mmmmh, you are fucking hot with your skin wet and red lips" he whispered to Annabeth.

[jeannepompadour]

Infanta Maria Theresa by Velázquez, 1653

[aesthetic-bbyg]

I NEED Diego Hagreeves

[coralie--olsen]

Coralie nodded, watching the little boy. It was a sweet moment, and she hadn't meant to interrupt, but she couldn't help but to watch. Apart of her was reminiscing on her own childhood. "Is he catching anything good?" she asked jokingly, watching the little boy paddle around. She could remember being that age, and by that time, her world had already been all about the ocean; her entire bedroom was covered in books and magazines and posters were plastered all over her walls. "Give the kid some credit!" Coralie giggled, gesturing to the young boy. "I think he did most of the work."

He was glad he was able to get out and get active with Dev. He knew a lot of kids today were so online with video games, phones, and tablets that they didn't get out as much. But he and his mother did make sure Dev was an active little boy. But today he was glad he was free and had Dev on a day that had nice weather. Hearing someone, his eyes only went to her for a moment before going back to Dev. He was safe with a good lifejacket, and the water was shallow, so he was pretty safe right now. "I think it's a bit of both, he's natural and I helped him learn how to do it." he smiled as Dev slowly moved around. @coralie--olsen.

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[bagelbun333]

Diego's evolution, plus a long list of my headcanons for him below ^-^

This is what I have in mind when I write fanfiction about him c: (feel free to use them if you want!)

I was too lazy to draw him as a baby, but he was bottlefed coffee once

Born in 1984 (Between Feb 16th and Aug 27th)

Hispanic

Bisexual

Has ADHD

6'1 (Canon height)

Can speak fluent Spanish, English is his second language

Will slip into Spanish mid-sentence when emotional

Became an orphan at 5 y/o

Was adopted by Grossberg at 10 y/o

Inspired to become a lawyer because of Grossberg

Grossberg often took him fishing, he likes it as a hobby

Good at cooking

He had a mohawk fade haircut as a teenager (it kinda looks like one in the image below, and it's before the DL-6 Incident so he must've been around 16 or 17 here)

Good with kids (was often responsible for looking after the younger children when he was in the orphanage)

Red is his favourite colour

Went to law school with Jake Marshall and Eddie Fender

Loves reading books and studying literature

Is a big fan of the “Adventures of Herlock Sholmes” novels

Can play the saxophone

Started smoking at 16 y/o with the influence of Robert Hammond, but he stopped at 21 y/o when he got addicted to coffee instead (idea came from this concept art)

His smoking phase is why he has a deep, raspy voice

Started studying law at 17 y/o, became a lawyer at 21 y/o

Started having a promiscuous relationship phase at 17 y/o, stopped at 23 y/o (a couple years before he met Mia)

Physical touch is his love language

Power-bottom (submissive for Mia)

"Intellectually" attracted to Jake

He loves the feminine aspects of himself as much as his masculine aspects

He got his first piercing at 19 y/o

Started getting cats at 22 y/o (he has five of them, all named after coffee blends)

Big cat dad

Him saying “Ha…!” is one of his vocal stims

He keeps his attorney's badge in his pocket a couple years into his law career

Has an overprotective personality

Met Mia two years before the events of 3-4

Mia gave him a dark blue magatama as a good luck charm

He gets flustered when his own flirtatious words are used on him (especially when it's from Mia)

Blushes when receiving compliments (especially from women)

He doesn’t kink shame (based on image below)

Very good at doing voice impressions of people, even if it's feminine (this is actually canon, but not many people know that)

Has a habit of copying people's methods and using it against them (he does this in court)

Will flirt if it means it can help him win a trial

He was planning on proposing to Mia

Used to love cream and sugar in his coffee before he was poisoned (mocha latte was his favourite)

Depends on the AU I'm writing, but for canon events, Mia took Diego's cats to a trusted cat shelter while he was in a coma

After his poisoning, Diego refuses to put anything in his coffee, even if it's too bitter for him

Awakened from his coma sometime between August and November 2017 (At 33 y/o)

Starts having an identity crisis and existential crisis around November 2017 until he came up with his Godot persona in April 2018

Often forgets how old he is after coma

His attention span worsened after coma

Received his visor in March 2018

Released from the hospital sometime around April 2018 (after 2-4)

His coffee addiction became more severe after his poisoning: the scent woke him from his coma and he doesn't want to fall back to sleep, plus the scent reminds him of the wholesome memories he had with Mia and he wants to relive that time constantly

Suffers from Somniphobia/Insomnia because of his coma

Sleepwalks sometimes

Gets nightmares regularly

Often gets sleep paralysis

Has paler skin after coma

Skinnier physique after coma

Hurts himself physically to show that he's emotionally hurt (he's so used to hiding everything behind a smile that he doesn't really know how to express emotions)

Has one of those blind cane things but he hates using it

Gets chronic migraines

Hallucinates sometimes (I got the idea from when he saw Mia's spirit at the end of 3-5)

Gets panic attacks regularly (bc his emotions are so repressed)

Has Lepidopterophobia - fear of butterflies (trauma from Dahlia Hawthorne)

Became a prosecutor sometime during July 2018

Doesn't like looking at his own face during the events of AA3 (hates appearing vulnerable to others)

He never turns the lights on in his apartment (his visor allows him to see in the dark)

Because of his visor, he thinks he's wearing a black shirt and red tie (switched the colours from how he used to look, plus he wants to wear black bc he's grieving)

Extremely touch-starved after coma

Throws away his Godot persona after the events of AA3, February 2019 (This is canon but apparently a lot of people seem to think otherwise??)