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So I started reading The Mark of Zorro by Johnston McCulley and it‘s really good. Anyway spoilers up ahead: Zorro is the alter ego of a nobleman called Diego Vega. Now I have been melting into a puddle of Diego Hargreeves feels lately and I am here to suspect: Diego was a huge Zorro fan as a child so Grace called him Diego like his favorite character. This also makes a lot of sense if you consider his reaction to Klaus saying: „You look like Antonio Banderas!“ who has once played Zorro, a comment that moved Diego very much. Therefore I wish to state that leaving aside that Klaus‘ comment was very funny to us as viewers, it must have meant a whole damn lot to the character Diego Hargreeves who had just been compared to his possible childhood idol. Thanks for coming to my t
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The cast of The Umbrella Academy on set
Season 2
via The Umbrella Academy on Twitter
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I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts.
May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.
I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.
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Screencapping every Diego scene until I get new content.
109/?
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microdosing on therapy by projecting my issues onto fictional characters and creating and consuming content about them working through it and being supported during the process
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Ummmmmmmmm! How cute? I can’t handle it! I love this soft aggressively simping Diego
I hope you get you somebody who will hold you everywhere and carry a photo of you in their wallet 💕
some thoughts on Diego being the world’s biggest simp for the reader?👉👈
oh, nonnie, if diego hargreeves had a middle name, it would be "simp"
diego doesn't know how to do anything by halves - so when he loves someone, he loves them completely.
you didn't know the real meaning of "puppy eyes" until you met diego. you're all he sees, every time you look at him, he's looking at you with a dopey "i'm so in love with you" look in his face. you can't make fun of him, it's adorable.
all of his devotion is adorable to you, actually. no one's ever cared for you like that.
can't not refer to you as "his" at all times. will proudly show you off to everyone. walks around with a picture of you in his wallet and won't hesitate to show it to people.
his siblings can't even listen your name anymore, but they'll never tell him that. they're happy that he's happy, but if they have to listen to one more story about how amazing you are...
every time you mention loving a dish or a specific kind of food, he'll run home to ask grace to teach him how to cook it.
will drop everything he's doing if you need him, and that includes his work nights. the only thing that will stop him from keeping the city safe is his first priority, which is keeping you safe.
extremely worried for your safety. will teach you self-defense, will threaten anyone who even breaths wrong in your direction. toxic friendship? they'll be getting a lecture from your boyfriend. neighbour bothering you? you don't even have to ask before he's at their doorstep. asshole ex? they'll have to leave town, honestly. that gets known though your circle pretty quickly, everyone knows not to mess with you.
will! hold! your! hand! everywhere!
will hold you everywhere, actually. and you'll just have to deal with it.
the first time he told you he loved you, he got so flustered trying to find the right words he cried. you cried with him - and that would not be the first time he'd cry thinking about you.
his love for you his so earnest and true, you appreaciate every little thing he does for you. he's a simp, but he's your simp.
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David, Justin, Génesis + Oranges, judgement (2021)
↪ {TUA} {cast+}
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I love the playing with Diego’s hand thing, ugh so sweet and vulnerable! Touching hands is very underrated.
43: raising the other's hand to their lips to kiss it softly
45: comparing hands size then linking fingers together
🥺 pls? I love your writing 💝
as long as we're together
diego hargreeves x number eight!reader (from "the kraken and the shadow") + 43. raising the other's hand to their lips to kiss it softly and 45. comparing hands size then linking fingers together
word count: 663
warnings: (pseudo) incest tw (you know the drill), mutual pining, fluff, set after hazel and cha-cha's attack to the academy in 01x03. title taken from the song of the same name by the lemon twigs.
You can still feel the sound of gunshots ringing through your ears as you watch Allison go after Vanya through the entryway. There’s a bad bruise forming just under your right eye, and your whole body feels numb from where you sit on the couch, with your legs folded beneath you - if you weren’t feeling like you were going to fall apart at any moment, you would have gone after them.
Fighting the two masked, heavily armed, home invaders took a bigger toll on you than what you’d expected. You hadn’t fought hand to hand with someone like that in years, much less someone with guns and other assorted weapons. Now, you’d taken some sort of a beating and felt completely useless. Born with extraordinary abilities and years of torturous training under the hands of a madman and… for what?
Mind still reeling from the events from earlier, you just stare blankly at the bar on the other side of the room, shiny bottles catching your fractured attention. From your peripheral, you see Diego sitting beside you, and slowly scooting closer to your sitting form, until his knee touches yours. Your head turns to look at him - all big brown eyes and pouting lips, bruised and battered - and there is something desperate in his eyes, like he wants to tell you something, but doesn’t know how to.
Looking down, you grab one of his hands and start playing with it. An old habit, ressurficing like many others in the past few days. Diego just let you, open hand resting on top of your thigh as you massaged his palm and played with his fingers, trying to control your fidgeting.
“You know, you shouldn’t have talked to Vanya like that. It’s not her fault she isn’t like us, she was just trying to help the way she could.” The sepulchral silence that enveloped the mansion was making you more nervous, so you start to run your mouth with all the thoughts plaguing your adrenaline-addled brain. “And Luther, God… How could we not know something happened to him? We should have known. Someone should have told us, or asked him… He’s not okay. D. Maybe we should talk to Pogo…”
“Hey!” His voice makes you look up again, stopping your movements. You lay one hand on top of his open palm, and stop what you were doing. His face is close, closer than before, holding all of your attention. “Stop, stop. Breathe a little. We can deal with all of that later, you need to rest now.”
Sighing, you can only nod. “You need to rest too.”
Isn’t that how it was? He looked out for you, you looked out for him. It’s clumsy now, a ghost of what it used to be. You know well about ghosts.
“I know.” He admits. His voice is still heavy with something you can’t quite point yet. “We can sleep in your old room, if you want to.”
That makes you let loose a little, chuckling softly under your breath. “I doubt we fit in that twin bed anymore.”
“We can always try.”
Distracted again, you notice your hands are still touching. He hasn’t moved his, keeping still for you - Diego was never patient with anyone, but he was with you. For you. You splay your hand on top of his, palm to palm, sizing them - a sad smile fills your lips when you realize how small yours still is compared to his. You link your fingers together, and, in an impulse, bring the back of his hand to your lips, leaving a soft and brief kiss at it.
There is some much affection - dare you say, love - in his expression when you finally look back at him, it gives you an assurance that you haven’t felt in a long time. It makes you think you can - you can rest, you can try, you can do anything. As long as Diego is there too.
“Yeah, we can try.”
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Anyway here’s Diego’s tits because I’m running out of post ideas
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whats your type?
Fictional men written by women.
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Five eating a literal marshmallow sandwich Vanya made:

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No one cuts through to soft Diego quite like you babe!
Also you write the “reader” so well. They always have this caring, confident, flirtatious quality to them that I adore!
30 with Diego! I miss my stabby boy
diego hargreeves x reader + 30. "marry me"
i love our sappy, stabby boy 🥺 thank you for requesting!
You wondered what were the neighbours thinking about the obscene sounds bouncing on your bedroom walls.
Diego’s skin felt hot under your thighs, his broad back spread under them as your hands worked on his taut muscles. Between his work at The Fighting Lion and his night time vigilantism, there wasn’t a day where your boyfriend wasn’t complaining about some ache in his body - for someone who fought so hard to keep his tough exterior, Diego turned into a cry baby once he realized how much you liked taking care of him.
And you did, really. It was only fair since the man went out of his way to please you everyday.
Your delicate fingertips pressed on the hard muscles of his back, feeling the lumps and scars of old wounds. There was a bigger one near his scapula, a faded pink scar, still slightly raised, from a bad stab wound he got a couple of years back - you tried to not touch it too harshly, leaning down to place a light kiss on top of it.
Small hands worked on his shoulders as you watched him press down his head on the pillow, looking unusually sweet with his cheek squished on it while letting out loud groans and moans when you pushed a particularly knotted spot. You had to bite back a giggle multiple times when he got a little too loud.
“I’m too good at this, aren’t I, baby?” You teased.
“Don’t brag. There’s no such thing as too good.”
“Oh, is it?”
A devious grin took over your lips when an idea came to mind - it wasn’t always that you had him sprawled out like this before you, you had to take some sort of advantage. Slowly, you traced your nails from the top of his spine and down, down, down. The effect was immediate, Diego groaned loudly and, to your surprise, ground his hips into the mattress, humming into the pillow.
Leaning down, you breathed out just above his ear “You sure about that?”
“If I turn around, you’re gonna regret this.” He mumbled, with his eyes then open. All you do is chuckle at his threat, which isn’t really a threat when you knew you’d enjoy it thoroughly. With your back straightened, you dug your thumbs back into his shoulders, making him cry out again.
“Ugh, marry me.”
Your hands stopped. The world around you stopped, as well.
Diego’s once relaxed form turned tense again, and this time, he rolled over, knocking you off of him, making you sit beside him on the bed. Eyes wide and mouth ajar, you were taken aback by his blurted out, accidental proposal, if you could call it that. It was strange because neither of you ever approached the subject - you practically already lived together, at least you didn’t see the need to talk of marriage, but you had no idea how he felt about it.
“I m-mean... What I meant was… Someday, if you want to… but you don’t have to…”
You would never tell him, but flustered Diego was your favorite version of your boyfriend. The sweet man he truly was behind all the walls he built around himself, a stuttering kid who just wanted to do the right thing. Nodding, you took his hand in yours, stopping his ramblings.
“Don’t sweat it. I know what you meant.” You placed a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, and stayed there, looking into his big brown eyes, feeling his staggered breathing mingling with your own, before whispering “Someday sounds nice, though.”
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idk maybe I have a type
#ok OKAY I need to acquaint myself with Bucky Barnes#i’ve been putting it off#I don’t know if I can handle another fictional bf
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parks and rec but it's just the memes (pt. 4)
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